#too overwhelming and stressful i need to take my laptop and a few shirts and just light everything else on fire or st like i can't do this

[stabbingandorbeingstabbed]

in mental anguish bc i had two days off in a row and big ideas about cleaning my room or my car or accomplishing literally anything in that time but guess who has been in bed for 2 days instead of doing any of that <3

[lambertdiary]

can I request daltons family dropping by his dorm one day and catching dalton and the reader who he’s dating by surprise and it’s the first they’re seeing of the reader they didn’t even know he had a girlfriend ?

A/N: heyy! i'm so so so sorry it took this long to finish this but hopefully you're still around to read it! i had SO much fun with this idea, i think it's my favorite thing i've written so i hope you like it too!! feel free to let me know :)

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: fluff, language, established relationship, ‘heavy’ makeout

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Unexpected

“I’m sorry you’re stuck with me on your birthday”

It was Dalton’s birthday today and Y/N wanted to do something really special for him, but due to a large amount of homework she needed to finish by midnight, they decided to postpone their celebratory plans to the weekend.

But that didn’t stop them from spending the rest of the day together. Dalton insisted they meet in his room after class so he could help her with her work, that way she could finish faster and they would be together, so it was a win-win.

They were both sitting on Dalton’s bed, surrounded by a few books and other school supplies “Stuck isn’t the word I would use” He said with a heavy book in his hands as he read through the pages.

“Well you are, we were supposed to do something fun today, but instead you’re here with me, helping me with this stupid assignment” Y/N put her laptop down and pushed herself out of the bed “Can I change into one of your shirts? This outfit is getting uncomfortable”

“Sure” Dalton fully turned his body to face the window, giving his girlfriend some privacy to change.

Y/N opened one of the drawers and took a black and white tie dye sweatshirt, quickly removing her top and replacing it with Dalton’s clothing “It’s getting late, I thought we would be done in time to at least go get some dinner” She was clearly frustrated with herself “You can look now” 

Dalton returned to his old position and followed Y/N with his eyes as she got closer to him, he took a moment to admire how his sweatshirt looked on her “It’s only 5 PM, but maybe we can order something and just stay here, we can even make a picnic out of it, if that’s okay with you” He looked at her with loving eyes, gesturing her to get back on the bed. 

“But I thought you wanted to go to the new italian restaurant you told me about the other day” Y/N whispered with her head down. She took Dalton’s hand but stayed standing next to him.

“I don’t need some fancy expensive dinner to have a good birthday, okay? Being with you is more than enough” He brought Y/N’s hand up to his lips, leaving soft kisses all over it.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at this “Are you sure?”

“Of course, you do remember it was me who offered to help you, right?”

“But we haven’t done anything today, I just wanna make sure you’re completely, 100% okay with this”

“I thought I made it clear when we talked last night… and just now”

“Ok” She finally agreed “Let’s order something then”

Happy that she was on board with his plan, he looked for his phone on the mess that was his bed, spotting it after a few seconds but getting only a black screen “My phone’s dead” He groaned, reaching for a charger. He plugged his phone and then proceeded to leave it on the desk and returned his full attention to his girlfriend 

She looked terrified as she inspected her remaining work “Ugh” Y/N dramatically fell in the middle of the room, her back flat on the floor “I’m dropping out”

“Come on love, we’re almost done, you can’t give up now” He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at Y/N. He felt for her, he knew how stressed out and overwhelmed she got in moments like these, especially being under pressure and deep down still having that idea that she ruined Dalton’s birthday.

“I can’t think anymore, my brain is about to shut down” She covered her face with her hands, feeling the need to take a break from staring at her screen.

“Do you wanna stop for a moment? Do you need a break?”

“I do” Dalton held her hand and helped her get back up. Not dropping her hand, he guided her back on the bed. 

“Okay, let’s pause for a moment” She was on the verge of tears but tried her hardest to hold them back, not wanting to make this situation worse.

Sitting on his lap, she estranged her legs around his waist. Getting comfortable as she felt Dalton’s hand caressing her back with a warm comforting smile on his face “I love you” She whispered softly.

Dalton’s smile grew bigger “I love you so much more, you have no idea” She was about to speak again but Dalton stopped her “Uh-uh, I win” Y/N could sense tears threatening to come out again, this time for a different reason, but suppressed her thoughts as she noticed Dalton’s eyes flickering between her eyes and her lips. She saw him get closer and let out a sigh when he pressed a gentle kiss on her temple. Then, he gave one last look at her soft lips before leaning in for a kiss, but suddenly stopped when their lips were barely touching “Is this okay?” He asked.

“Yes” Y/N breathed, cutting the distance between them. 

As they’re kissing, everything on her head goes oddly quiet, and she’s only thinking about Dalton. The kiss is long and full of love, feeling each other smile from time to time. Eventually, Y/N breaks the kiss, needing to catch her breath “Oh shit, sorry” Y/N looked at the lipstick mark on Dalton’s face as she tried to wipe it off with her thumb, but failed and only smudged it “I forgot I still had my makeup on”

“It’s okay, maybe this was all I needed to become the Lipstick Demon”

Dalton saw Y/N’s eyes widen “Don’t be stupid” They both laughed, Y/N gently pushing him. He reached out to push the hair out of her face, leaning in for another kiss “You know I still have to finish my homework” She said against his lips, feeling Dalton get a little worked up.

Dalton hummed in response, not breaking the kiss.

Meanwhile, Dalton’s parents were entering the building. They wanted to surprise him for his birthday. They had a gift and a dinner reservation for the three of them. It’s been a while since they saw him, but his birthday seemed like the perfect excuse to pay him a visit.

Josh checked his phone for the millionth time. They had been trying to get a hold of their son for nearly two hours “Really, what’s the point of having a phone if you’re not gonna pick up a call or answer some texts? It’s not hard”

“I’m sure he’s just busy” Renai tried defending him “Maybe we should have told him we were coming. What if he already made plans and that’s why he’s not picking up?”

“I don’t think he did, he’s just ignoring us like he always does” Taking the elevator, they reached the right floor and Renai followed Josh as he guided the way to Dalton’s dorm “I think this is it” He said knocking on the door.

Dalton and Y/N broke their kiss, looking at the door trying to decipher who could be out there “Is that Chris?” Dalton was annoyed that their makeout session was interrupted, but that feeling was soon replaced with worry when he recognized the voice on the other side of the door. Shit.

“I think there’s someone in there with him” Renai said, taking a step back worried they interrupted something important.

“Maybe it's his roommate” Josh knocked once again.

“He doesn’t have a roommate yet” Renai was now whispering.

“It’s my parents” Dalton took Y/N’s hips and gently pushed her out of his lap.

Landing on the bed, Y/N could feel her hands starting to sweat, she has never met Dalton’s parents before, she didn’t think they even had any idea she existed and the fact that they were out there and practically caught them in the middle of… that, made her nervous, to say the least. 

Dalton walked towards the entrance, adjusting his pants and fixing his hair on his way there “Don’t worry, they’re nice” He whispered to Y/N before opening the door.

“Hey sweetie” Renai greeted him with a smile, wanting to scan the room behind him without being too obvious but his stained face gave her the answers she was looking for. 

“Hey guys, what are you doing here?” Dalton said in a surprised tone, stepping aside to let his parents in. 

“We tried to call you but you never answer your phone” Josh said showing his son his call history, and indeed there were at least 7 unanswered calls from Dalton “There’s a reason you have one of these things, you know?”

“Josh-” Renai interrupted him, slightly hitting his arm “Happy birthday darling” She pulled her son in for a hug.

Josh joining them shortly after "Happy birthday, buddy" He muttered.

“Thank you” Dalton said awkwardly “Uh- this is Y/N… my girlfriend”

Y/N’s face was burning as she stepped closer Dalton’s parents “Hi, nice to meet you”

 “Hi, I’m Renai” She sweetly said, shaking her hand.

“I’m Josh” He waited for his turn to shake Y/N’s hand.

“I’ve heard a lot about you!” She was trying really hard to overcome her negative feeling, there was no way she would screw up the first impression “Woah, Dalton does an amazing job at drawing you guys” She said looking back at Dalton’s art wall.

“Oh, that’s so nice of you. I hope we didn’t interrupt anything” Renai looked at both of them, the worry and guilt present in her voice.

“No! Don’t worry” Dalton rushed to reply before his mom could say something else “We were just finishing some homework” He pointed at the bed full of books.

“Yeah, I bet you were” Y/N had hoped they didn’t know what was happening before they came in, but now they were both blushing. She looked at him looking for comfort but eyes widened when she noticed her lipstick still on Dalton’s face. Judging by his expression,Y/N guessed he remembered too.

“Josh- well Dalton, do you have any plans for tonight? Your dad and I wanted to surprise you for your birthday and we haven’t seen you in months so we planned a few things. You should join us!” Renai exclaimed looking at Y/N.

Dalton and Y/N replied at the same time “We are still working”

“I have a lot of homework to finish but thank you so much for the invitation” She declined politely.

“What is it? Maybe Josh can help you”

“Oh please, don’t worry” Y/N turned to face Dalton “You should go, I can finish on my own” She gave her boyfriend a reassuring look.

“I promised I’d help you finish-”

“Dalton, your parents drove all the way here” She insisted. 

“Well, dinner reservations are at 7, you and Dalton can finish while we wait and I will call the restaurant and ask them to add one more person” Josh looked at the couple, waiting for approval on his plan.

“Do you think we can make it on time? Please come with me” Dalton whispered getting closer to Y/N, almost as if he only wanted her to listen to his words.

Y/N smiled softly at his sweet tone “Okay, but we should start right now” She agreed.

“Great!” Josh replied, smiling at Y/N as he stepped out of the room getting ready to call the restaurant.

“Y/N, I’m so happy you’re joining us tonight! This is the first time I have the pleasure to meet one of Dalton’s girls”

“Mom” He interrupted in a warning tone. Y/N’s smile was growing, the nervousness was leaving her body and she definitely understood why Dalton talked about his mom so much.

“What? You never brought a girl home”

“Okay, we are gonna finish our homework now” He said, taking Y/N’s hand and getting back on the bed.

“Oh don’t worry” Renai claimed a spot on the bed across from them “We’ll talk over dinner”

[starry-nights-garden]

✧ Ateez San x gn!reader ✧ words: ~800 ✧ genre: angst, comfort ✧ warnings: mentions of reader overworking themselves ✧ prompt: angry kisses

You stumble through the front door of your apartment on a late Friday evening, slipping out of your shoes in one swift motion, and then walking inside on quick feet. You barely notice San standing in the small kitchen space, awaiting you with a friendly smile. 

“Welcome home! I made us dinner,” he announces, about to carry some plates over to the small dining table, but you walk right past him, driven by the force that’s been tugging at your shoulders for weeks and that seems like it will crush them if you even so much as dare to stand still for a moment.

“I already ate, sorry,” you tell him over your shoulder, before disappearing in the next room, that you use as your office. The mental image of the sandwich you had earlier pops up in your mind, and you have to realize you can’t even remember what was in it. However, you shove that useless thought aside and sit down at the desk, starting up your laptop to continue working where you left off a few hours ago. 

You don’t notice San walking into the room with a concerned look on his face, until you hear him sigh right above your ear and he puts one of his hands onto the desk next to you.

“Don’t you want to take a little break?” He’s aware of how risky that question currently is, and you already feel anger starting to boil in the pits of your stomach just from hearing those words. Overwhelming emotions are certainly the last thing you need right now, as they keep you from concentrating on the more important matters at hand. Like this report you need to have finished by Monday, or the projects you still have to organize until the end of the month, or the important appointment next week that you mustn’t forget about. But you try to brush it off and shake your head, hoping he would just leave you alone and let you get some of your work done.

“I think you should,” San keeps insisting though.

“No,” you answer simply. “I should finish this report so I can start with my projects.” Another sigh escapes the guy next to you. 

“You’ve just been running from one schedule to the next, I’ve never seen you so stressed in my life,” your boyfriend argues. “I think you’d be able to work a lot better if you-”

“I’d be able to work a lot better if you stopped distracting me,” you state, your voice cold, and from the way he hesitates to keep talking you realize you must’ve hurt him with that statement. 

“Fine.” Eventually, he gives in, turns around, and then once he reaches the door he stops in his tracks. “No actually…” This time it’s you sighing in annoyance. You get up, and with the intention of throwing him out of the room, you approach him.

“Please lea-” Just when you’re about to ask him to leave you alone, he reaches out to grab your shoulders and he spins you around so your back meets the wall behind you somewhat ungently, and before you can realize what’s happening, his lips are already connected to yours. You too reach for him, tugging at his shirt once your fingers have grabbed the fabric, unsure if you want to tear him away from you or pull him closer. Your head for sure is still urging you to keep working, but your heart soars upon feeling him kiss you properly for the first time in ages. And so, eventually your hand finds its way up into his hair, pulling him as close as you can, and you deepen the burning kiss. Feelings rush through your body like flames. The blood in your veins is burning up, and among all emotions coursing through you, you can also feel pain and exhaustion, which you have kept locked away so well somewhere deep within for the past weeks.

Finally, you break apart, both breathless and still holding onto each other, panting as you’re trying to fill your lungs with air. San bumps his forehead against yours, and you shut your eyes for a second to just feel him close to you, when he starts talking again.

“Let’s spend tomorrow together,” he suggests, almost sounding desperate in his plea. “No work. Just the two of us.”

“But-” you hesitate. Your anger has faded, instead you feel helpless now, but he shushes you and puts his index finger over your lips.

“You need a break. And you know that too. So let’s rest for tomorrow, and then we take care of everything else, okay?”

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

I Pick the TV Show, Rogers Shuts His Cake-Hole | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 14+ Trigger Warnings: none, other than the standard explicit language Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Steve Snaps At Reader When He’s Stressed, Resulting In Her Being Very Upset Request: "can u write where steve/bucky is overwhelmed with something and when reader asks to help or is telling them to relax they snap at reader and reader is hurt which makes them feel really bad afterwards. thank you sm. i love ur writings. and this is anon right? is it alright if u dont post my response if its not anon? im sorry. thank you so much. ur blog always pictures great stucky imagines. 💗💗💗" Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2,488

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A given, the super-soldier had been on nonstop missions for the last month or so, but she thought she was helping him feel better, not making him feel worse.

“Would you like anything to eat, Stevie? You’ve barely moved all day.” (Y/N)’s voice is small. Quiet.

She’s leaning through the door of his study where he’s sat putting together his mission reports from the last three or four missions he’s been out on.

He shakes his head but doesn’t even turn to look at her.

Sighing, the woman walks further into the room where her boyfriend is slouched over the desk.

“You gotta take a break, Stevie.” She whispers, resting her hands on his shoulders.

She notices the way they tense up, but he still remains silent.

His fingers continue to write up his report on the laptop.

“I’m worried about you, Stevie; talk to me.”

“I’m busy, (Y/N).”

“I know you are, baby, but you’ve gotta look after yourself too.” She attempts, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulls away.

The woman furrows her brows.

“Steve, please, you’ve got to-”

“(Y/N), just stop!”

The shout is sudden and it makes her flinch back away from the man as he turns to face her.

“I’m fine, alright?! I don’t need you babying me all the time!”

She doesn’t respond for a second, surprised at her lover’s outburst.

He says nothing more, simply turns back to the laptop and continues typing away.

“Steve, look how stressed you are. Can you please just-”

“STOP! Okay?! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone while I finish these neverending mission reports. For once in your life can you just understand that not everything is about you?!”

(Y/N) swears that being shot in the heart wouldn’t hurt half as much as the words that just came out of the man’s mouth.

Her mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, but that hurt.

Is she really that bad? Is that the truth behind all of this? That she’s clingy? Thinks everything is about her? That was never her intention. (Y/N) is well aware of how important being an Avenger is. Hell, she is an Avenger, for Christ’s sakes.

She says nothing more and leaves the room.

She can’t even decide if she feels sad. No. She’s not sad, she’s not angry, she’s not… anything.

Numb.

Naturally, her feet lead her to their room. Steve’s room. They all basically share the super soldier’s abode since they all got together, but right now she doesn’t dare open the door.

Doing a full one-eighty spin, (Y/N) takes herself back to a place she barely touches anymore. Her room.

It’s pretty empty. Most of her clothes are in Steve’s room, in her own walk-in wardrobe. Her bed is perfectly made from the last time she slept in here - maybe a year ago?

The woman walks around her bed and straight onto her bedroom balcony, overlooking the lake at the back of the compound, and stays there. For three-hours. Until Bucky comes looking for her.

He came home from his mission about thirty-minutes ago only to find their shared room of Steve’s empty. He searched just about everywhere, completely clueless.

“FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N) and Steve?” He finally gives in.

“Captain Rogers is in study five, and Agent (L/N) is in her private quarters.”

Now that makes the brunet furrow his brows.

Why would (Y/N) be in her room and not his or Steve’s?

He prioritises finding (Y/N) first, knowing Steve will be writing up mission reports, no doubt.

Despite them being together for over six-years now, he hesitates when reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. Instead, the man opts to knock.

No answer.

“(Y/N)?” Nothing. “Doll, it’s me; can I come in?” Nothing.

Bucky tries the door handle and finds it unlocked, yet still hesitates.

“Baby?” He calls out. Again, nothing.

He’s cautious now. Scared.

Her room looks as untouched as the last time he saw it, which was a few months back when she was after one of her plushies.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s when he feels the chill of the midnight winds ruffle his hair that he realises her balcony doors aren’t fully closed.

Striding straight over, his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend curled up in the corner of the outdoor area, crying.

“(Y/N), baby, hey, what’s wrong?!”

Bucky immediately drops to his knees in front of the woman, reaching for her hands and gently tugging them away from her tear-stained face.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.” His voice is gentle. Soothing.

She does almost instantly but her sadness stays.

“What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

The fear and sincerity in his voice is enough to prompt the woman to shake her head. Yes, she’s hurting emotionally, but he needs confirmation that she’s not dying.

The woman immediately sees the relief take over his features, but he’s still concerned.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

Her eyes stray away from his, not wanting to tell him what’s got her so upset.

“Hey, no, look at me, baby,” He whispers, hand lightly grasping at her chin to raise her face back up to his. “What’s got you so worked up, (Y/N)?”

Another shake of her head as she tries to escape her lover’s hold.

“Baby, please, you’re scaring me.”

Her face contorts into something close to heartbreak as she wants nothing more than to reassure the man in front of her.

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“It’s not okay! Doll, I haven’t seen you cry since Stevie nearly died on that mission in Ohio like two-years-ago! Talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath and wipes her face of the shedding tears.

“Do you want me to get Stevie?”

The question is innocent and makes sense, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head desperately.

“No! No, please, no.”

That truly makes the super soldier concerned.

“Doll, please can you tell me what’s happened?”

Never in the last eight-years that Bucky and (Y/N) have known each other has she been so reluctant to see Steve.

Another sob escapes her and it’s breaking his heart.

“Baby, please.”

“Steve got mad at me, alright?!” She manages an attempted shout. “I just wanted him to look after himself.”

“What happened? What did Steve do?”

He’s concerned. Massively.

“I was trying to get him to eat; he hasn’t eaten properly in so long. He’s so overworked and he’s hung up on all these mission reports. He told me that not everything was about me - shouted at me; told me to stop.” She’s whimpering and sniffling again now. “Please get him to eat something, James.”

That last sentence is the one that crushes him. She’s upset, yeah, but above all that, she’s still worried about the blond super soldier.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to our room and get into bed, yeah? I’ll go and speak to Stevie.”

Her eyes meet his and she looks scared, but the ocean blue gaze that he returns makes her bound to his every command.

The woman nods.

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

With the help of the Winter Soldier, (Y/N) manages to stand up, letting him lead her out of her private room and into their shared one of Steve’s.

“Here, let’s get you into your PJs, yeah?”

He doesn’t leave room for negotiation as he helps his girlfriend strip out of her casual dress and into one of his oversized t-shirts.

“You get snuggled up in bed, doll. I’m going to go and get Stevie, okay?”

He hates how she looks nervous at the mention of their other lover’s name.

“He loves you more than words can describe, baby girl, I promise you. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m gonna talk to him, okay?”

A hesitant nod and forced smile is enough for now.

“I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” He leans over and gives the woman a kiss on the lips, leaving her with one of her favourite shows playing on the TV.

“Bucky,” Her choked up voice calls out just before he leaves.

The man turns from his place in the doorway.

“I love you.”

The smile that takes over his expression is contagious.

“I love you too, baby girl. More than anything.”

Despite his reassurance to the woman, he’s pretty damn pissed for a number of reasons about Steve losing his cool with their girl. Reason number one being, how dare he? Reason number two being, he knows better than to overwork, yet here we are.

Bucky doesn’t even knock once he approaches the glass doors of the study where Steve is sat typing away on the laptop.

The blond doesn’t even glance up to see who entered. He barely heard the door open which enrages Bucky further.

The brunet slams the lid of the laptop shut without saying a word, prompting Steve’s head to shoot up, glaring daggers at whoever has interrupted him.

“What the fuck, James?!”

That makes Bucky really get annoyed.

“Are you serious right now, Rogers?”

“I’m in the middle of about seven different mission reports, Buck, I’ve gotta finish them.” The man sighs, going to open the lid of the PC once more, only for Bucky to hold it down. “James, seriously,”

“No. What you need to do is explain to me why our girlfriend has been crying for the last God-knows how many hours?”

That makes Steve snap back to reality.

“What? (Y/N) has been crying? Is she okay?”

Bucky literally rolls his eyes at that.

“Are you fucking serious, Steve?” He repeats, Steve looking confused, expression contorting as he realises that his boyfriend is seriously angry at him.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

The Winter Soldier’s head lolls back as he groans in frustration.

“You seriously have no idea?” He asks, rhetorically, watching Steve look almost scared. “Do you often shout at your girlfriend and forget it happened?”

Cap’s eyes widen at that, and he visibly gulps.

“What?”

“She came in here to make sure you were looking after yourself, which you weren’t, by the way, and you tell her that not everything is about her?! Are you fucking stupid, Steve?!”

He remembers it all too well in that moment, turning his head down to avoid the frustrated glare of his male lover.

“No. No, you don’t get to look away from me. Look at me.” Bucky demands, watching the blond super soldier reluctantly do so. “I come home from my own exhausting mission, search for (Y/N) for thirty-minutes, and find her crying her God-damn heart out on the balcony of HER room; not our room, Steve, no. Her room.”

Steve’s heart shatters and his eyes widen once more.

(Y/N) hates staying in her room. She’d always be in his or Bucky’s without a doubt.

“I- Buck-”

Bucky shakes his head and stands back upright as Steve is lost for words.

“I’m not mad at you, Steve. I get it, you know? You’ve been overworking for the last month, I know you’re stressed, but fuck, baby, you can’t hurt her like that. Do you know how much my heart fucking shattered when I saw her curled up in the corner of her own God-damn balcony?! It tore me apart. She hasn’t cried since you nearly fuckin-” Bucky chokes on his own word as he walks away from his lover.

“I’m sorry! Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let Fury send me on that many missions, I- I should’ve said no. I’m sorry.” Steve attempts, standing up and following the brunet, turning him around to face him once more.

“It’s not me you need to be apologising to, Stevie.”

Captain America nods and leans up to press a kiss to the man’s lips.

“I’m sorry, James.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and forces a smile.

“I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it, but I swear to God, if you hurt her again…”

Steve is already shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t dream of either of you getting hurt. Where is she?”

“Our room.”

He nods and begins heading toward the woman to which he owes more than he can give.

The door is half ajar when Steve gets there, he slowly opens it to reveal his girlfriend in all her glory, curled up under their Captain America themed duvet - which Sam bought the trio as a joke last Christmas. Her face is clear-as-day red from her earlier upset, and it breaks his heart.

The man knocks gently on the day as if not to startle the poor girl.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He offers a solemn smile when she turns to see who’s there.

He hates the way he can see her hesitation to speak to him as opposed to her usual squeal of his name, arms opening wide to welcome him into her cuddle-fest.

“Hi.” She manages, forcing her own smile.

There’s silence floating between them, the only sound being Jensen Ackles, in his role of Dean Winchester, talking a load of nonsense about pie on the TV that’s streaming Supernatural.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Steve manages, taking a step toward the bed. “Nothing can excuse the way I yelled at you, and I’m so sorry for that, but, sweetheart, trust me when I say I didn’t mean it. I was so stupidly stressed, and I should never have let it get to that point.”

She nods, truly believing his words, but it still hurt.

The blond sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to cuddle his girlfriend until she’s comfortable.

“I love you so much, (Y/N) (L/N).”

A bigger smile taints her lips at that.

“I love you too, Steven.” Her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it clear as day.

“Can I hold you?”

(Y/N) smiles and shakes her head as if he was being silly.

“You never need to ask permission for that, Stevie. No matter what.”

With another sad smile, he pulls the woman into his arms and holds her tighter than ever before.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but no more missions for a while.” She whispers.

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky’s leaning against the doorframe, watching the interaction. He took a detour to Tony’s office and made sure to give the billionaire a piece of his mind about making sure Fury didn’t have Steve on any missions for a long time.

“Is this the last episode?” The brunet speaks up, stripping himself of his clothes as he enters their room properly.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) nods.

“I still think we should watch Vampire Diaries instead.” Steve chuckles, mirroring Bucky’s actions.

“I pick the TV show, Rogers shuts his cake-hole.” (Y/N) teases, mocking a line from Supernatural and snuggling herself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between the two super soldiers - where she belongs. “I love you both.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Love you always, doll.”

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saying things they don’t mean during an argument

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thank you to anon for this request <3

characters ♡ msby black jackals (hinata, sakusa, atsumu, bokuto)

content warning ♡ angst, hurt to comfort, fluff, swearing, crying, adoption  (sakusa’s) & suffocation (?)

kōtarō bokuto 

♡ you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest - you knew he was a bit boyish sometimes but you never expected him to be so childish in regards to a simple request

♡ ‘bokuto, i have so much on my plate!’ you cried, tightly gripping the sheets underneath you, ‘planning the wedding, going to work, doing almost every chore in this damn house and filing all our fucking taxes!’

♡ you momentarily paused to look at him, expecting a look of sympathy but instead getting an eyeroll which prompted you to continue, ‘and all i am asking for is you to run a few errands! that’s it! why are you so opposed? i thought you enjoyed grocery shopping?!’

♡ bokuto pulled his night-shirt over his head as he stormed to his side of the bed, ‘it’s not fun without you!’  he whined childishly, plopping himself down next to you and gasping when you had the audacity to shuffle away from him

♡ ‘it’s not supposed to be fun, bokuto!’ you yelled, completely fed-up with him at this point, ‘a few errands, that’s all i ask of you!’

♡ bokuto notices how your voice shook and your lashline glistened; he didn’t want you to cry so he begrudgingly gave it, but with a strong comment to go along with it so you knew that he really didn’t want to 

♡ 'fine! i don't need you anyway!'

♡ then proceeded to dramatically pull the duvet over himself and pout, averting his gaze to the wall opposite 

♡ in this context, he hoped that you’d understand his comment and not take him too seriously but since you were already on the verge of tears, this simply pushed you over the edge

♡ you buried your face in your hands and hid under the blanket in hopes he didn’t realise you were crying but his senses are just different when it comes to you so try stifle that sob all you want, he’s still going to hear it and he’s still going to instantly pull you into his arms while frantically apologising 

♡ ‘please don’t cry, (y/n)! i really didn’t mean it- i do need you! i love you so much, my life wouldn’t be the same without you! you do so much for me and i am so sorry for not showing you how grateful i am! like you’re so pretty and kind and talented and smart - only geniuses can do taxes - so i’m just so lucky to be with you and i can’t wait until we’re married. please, don’t leave!’

♡ eventually his praise slowly became pleas as he begged for you not to leave/hate him

♡ he does not want to lose you bc of a silly comment he made-

♡ eventually his endless pleas started to become more than background noise to your sobs, so you finally hugged him back, whispering, ‘i can’t wait to marry you too, kō.’

♡ this action lifted a massive weight off his chest and he let out an audible sigh of relief, his grip on you loosening, ‘mhm, and of course, i’ll run the errands, babe. i suppose, it’s the least i could do.’

♡ you hummed in agreement, glad that a part of your mental stress had been relieved, allowing you to finally relax in his arms and perhaps doze off in his loving embrace 

♡ ...

♡ ‘mm, you smell like marshmallows, (y/n)- can i add marshmallows to the shopping list?’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he spoke as if you were making some crazy, otherworldly request but in reality, all you were asking was for him to take paternity leave to help you care for the baby 

♡ you’re not really a baby-expert so you thought that sakusa would be happy to stay home and learn how to care for the child with you - as a couple, as a team 

♡ but he was extremely opposed to the idea, spewing out a much of nonsense as to why he needs to go to work, but a part of believed that he just didn’t want to deal with his child - or maybe, he didn’t want to deal with you

♡ ‘sakusa, how do you expect me to raise a whole baby on my own! they need a lot of attention - i don’t think you understand how big of a commitment this is, you can’t treat it like a hobby!’ you cried, having long before burst into tears because your mind told you the worse - that he didn’t actually love you, he lied about wanting a kid, he lied when he said ‘i do’.

♡ usually during arguments when he notices that you’ve started to cry, he’ll drop everything he was doing to shuffle over to you and wrap you in arms, then whisper sweet-nothings into your ear until you feel better but today, he showed little consideration to your emotions as he continued pacing through the living room while you bawled your eyes out on the couch

♡ ‘i thought you loved (c/n)! you were so gentle around them but it turns out you’re not even willing to take a paternity leave to help take care of them!’

♡ ‘what happened to the man i married?’

♡ ‘kiyoomi, you need to revaluate yourse--’

♡ you wouldn’t allow him to get a word in, which was probably for the best considering he had nothing good to say 

♡ but you were forced to cut yourself off when heard the sound of shattering so you immediately search for the source of the noise and there stood sakusa, his hand resting on the decorative table in the place your framed wedding photo once was - now, it was laying smashed on the ground surrounded by it’s own glass shards

♡ he pushed it off like the petty bastard he was

♡ while you sat stunned, staring the mess he just voluntarily made, he quickly turned on his heel and strolled away at a leisurely pace, 'my life was a lot easier before you entered it.'

♡ that was the last you heard of it for the next three days - you were giving each other the silent treatment 

♡ you couldn’t have any sort of grain for three whole days bc they are all on the top shelf and you usually make him grab it for you but you refused to talk to him- 

♡ you were the first one to break it though as you noticed that he hadn’t went to work for the last three days and curiosity got the better of you 

♡ ‘kiyoomi.’ you called out to him from the kitchen but he didn’t even look up from his book - ‘parenting for dummies’ - causing you to scoff, ‘why aren’t you going to work? did something happen?’

♡ finally, he sighed and shifted his gaze off his book but only to shoot you demeaning look, as if you were stupid, ‘paternity leave, duh.’

♡ the corners of your lips twitched into a smile, which you quickly forced away when you recalled the events that occurred three days ago and the hurtful things he said, instinctively looking over at the decorative table to remind yourself of what he did 

♡ but to your surprise, the picture was no longer laying on the ground, pooling in shards of glass but rather, it sit on the table with a brand new frame - which had both of your initials engraved onto it along with the date of the ceremony

♡ you didn’t need to choke out an inquiry as sakusa noticed your stunned expression and answered on his own, ‘i bought a new frame. i hope you like it.’

♡ of course you liked it; this one was a chic black with silver decals which matched your living room aesthetic way better than the other, tacky blue one did - plus, this one was customised which made you love it even more

♡ ‘i do. i really do. but i don’t like your attitude lately.’ you muttered, shaking your head as you waddled over to the couch 

♡ sakusa was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you down next to him, ‘i’m sorry, love.’ his voice cracked slightly as he whispered in your ear, ‘i cannot put into words how much harder my life would be without you. i just..hope you understand.’

♡ it’s not that sakusa was bad with words; he was just too emotional and overwhelmed to produce a long, coherent sentiment for you so he just prayed that you recognized that everything he said on that day was meaningless

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n).’

atsumu miya

♡ you rolled your eyes, ignoring him and continuing to type your essay until atsumu slammed your laptop closed

♡ ‘please, (y/n)! you know how much this means to me! i’ve been waiting for this festival for years!’

♡ you scoffed, folding your arms and patiently waiting for him to move his filthy hand off your laptop, ‘i do and i’m proud of you. but i have a lecture that day and my exams are just around the corner - and you know how much my education means to me.’

♡ atsumu had to take a moment to suppress a gag at how sickening and condescending your tone was, ‘it’s just one lecture, (y/n)! you’re not going to fail your exams because you missed one lectu--’

♡ ‘you don’t know that.’

♡ atsumu blinked twice, a unimpressed expression painted on his face as he let out a sigh, realising there was no possible way he’s going to be able to get through to you - i mean, he’s been trying for the last 20 minutes to no avail

♡ he ran his hand through his hairs, turning on his heel, heading towards the door and left

♡ but not before peering over his shoulder to shoot you a nasty glare and spitting, ‘you’re so selfish. you can’t even do one thing that’d make me happy - you never can.’

♡ that was the final thing he said to you for the next....20 minutes 

♡ that’s actually a new record for him - usually he storms out of the room, sulks for a minute or two then renters to beg for your forgiveness 

♡ but not today. he was so mad that he needed 20 whole minutes to cool down and come to his senses

♡ but once he did, when he came back into the room, he expected to see you typing your essay or studying as usual since his words don’t usually effect you too much 

♡ so of course he was shocked when he slipped back into your shared bedroom to see you with the duvet tossed over your whole figure, faint sobs coming from underneath 

♡ his immediate reaction was to pull the blanket away and offer himself as your source of heat, so he wrapped you in his muscular embrace, ‘b-babe.’ he stuttered, eyes-wide as he never would’ve thought you’d take his words seriously, ‘are you okay?’

♡ he knew that was a stupid question but he simply asked it to determine how sad you were - and considering you weren’t able to babble out a reply, that wasn’t a good sign

♡ ‘you’re not selfish.’ he reassured you while rubbing circles on your back, ‘if anything, i was being selfish- and nothing makes me as happy as you do, (y/n). i- i really didn’t mean it.’

♡ he paused only to place a kiss on the top of your head, ‘i love you- and to show you how much i love you..i’ll drop you off at your lecture on that day, and take you to the festival afterwards; does that sound good?’

♡ you were finally able to choke out a response but only to explain how unachievable his idea was, ‘my lecture finishes at 5 and the festival ends at 7, and there is a 45 minute drive between the two- you’re only going to be able to spend a little over an hour there.’

♡ ‘and i’ll have a blast in that time!’

♡ you sighed, your lips twitching into a small smile as you buried your face into his chest as you really couldn’t look him in the eye, ‘and why can’t you just go without me again?’ 

♡ ‘who the fuck am i going to play dance dance revolution against if you don’t come?’

shōyo hinata 

♡ you crossed your arms over your chest, internally regretting ever opening your mouth to try calm down fiancé as now, not only is he even more angry, but also most of his anger with now directed at you rather than manager, like it was previously 

♡ eventually, you started to develop a headache from all his screaming and shouting so you politely asked him to calm down, to which he replied, ‘calm down?! you’re the one who made me mad with your rude-ass comment and now you’re telling me to calm down?!’

♡ you preferred it when he was demanding for you to say ‘butt’ instead of ‘ass’ because now that’s he spent more time with bokuto, he’s started swearing more often and to be honest, it’s scary when a 5″4 ginger sunshine is yelling at you, calling you a ‘rude-ass’

♡ ‘shōyō, if i’m completely honest, i have no idea why what i said was so mean and i have no idea what’s going on- why are you so mad at your manager?’

♡ suddenly, he twisted his neck to look at you as if you had just been possessed, ‘what?’ he inquired in a hushed tone, his voice hoarse and oddly sinister  

♡ you quirked a brow, too tired of his constant bitching to pay attention to his tone of voice, ‘yeah, you speak too fast, shōyō.’ you said with a shrug, checking your nails to ensure that he knew that you truly did not care about how he scowled at you, ‘plus, i just don’t understand why this gets you so worked up - i try, i really do, but i guess your volleyball problems just go over my head.’

♡ hinata clenched his fist, realising that he wasn’t going to make any progress by complaining to you. he whipped his head away before storming off, not even sparing you a final glance, ‘you just don’t get it; you don’t understand anything i say and you don’t even make a fucking effort! you just think you are so much better than everyone - well, you’re not! try coming back down to reality with the rest of us, and then we can talk.’

♡ followed by a slam of the door which rattled through the whole apartment

♡ you really had never seen hinata so angry before in your 6 years of being together 

♡ the words he said were far from pleasant and a part of you wondered in he genuinely meant them, perhaps he had been supressing those thoughts for ages and now that he was finally mad, he could let it all out

♡ though you tried to reassure yourself that everyone says things they don’t mean when they are angry, but the tears started flowing on their own

♡ hinata didn’t plan on seeing you for another few hours as he had the idea of heading over to bokuto’s, have a drink and cool down but when he hopped out the shower, he realised he had left his phone in the bedroom - where he left you. 

♡ begrudgingly, he slid into the room with the intention of grabbing his phone then leaving but that went to shit when he noticed that you were bundled up under the blankets, and he could hear distant sniffles coming from underneath

♡ and hinata only has four moods: mad asf, happy asf, loving you & volleyball...asf

♡ so upon seeing you in such a state, presumably because of what he said, elicited his mood to change from ‘mad asf’ to ‘loving you’ 

♡ he pounced on you, causing you to fall sideways and squeal but he simply did not give a fuck

♡ ‘baby! i am so sorry! i didn’t think what i said would make you cry!’ he blubbered, or at least, that’s what it sounded like since you couldn’t actually see him due to the fact he had trapped you under the blankets, ‘i don’t know why i even said that! you’re not like that at all- i don’t think of you like that!’

♡ he paid little regard for your pleas of mercy as you squirmed frantically under the blanket, trying to escape his grip and body weight. he simply continued babbling on about how sorry he was and how amazing you are, ‘you are down here with the rest of us - i just said for no reason. please don’t be mad! you are - what does bokuto call it again? - oh! a humble--’

♡ ‘shōyō! i’ll forgive you if you get off me right now - i can hardly breathe!’

[tommybaholland]

haikyuu men coming home late to see their s/o asleep, waiting for them

btw ily ^-^

when they come home late to find their s/o asleep 

featuring: sugawara, suna, and kita

i was actually thinking of writing something like this so thank you for requesting it! let me know if there’s any other character(s) you want written. enjoy!

sugawara

he finds you passed out on the couch with the tv still on

immediately thinks you’re so adorable when you’re sleeping

also that you must’ve been so tired that you slept with the tv on

normally the noise would wake you up instantly

he doesn’t get changed or anything and goes over to you, sitting on the edge of the couch

pets the side of your head and leans down to press little kisses to your temple

you’re roused gently, rolling over, and stretching

he chuckles softly at your cuteness

“hey, sugar. i’m home. aww, you fell asleep with the tv on?”

you’re a little disoriented but you answer and tell him the last thing you remember watching

he pulls you closer to him with an arm around your back

“i’m sorry i’m late. it shouldn’t be like this for too much longer. i’m honestly just ready for the weekend.”

you agree, grinning at him before talking about possible plans for the weekend

it isn’t until you let out a big yawn that he realizes it’s still pretty late, thank god it was friday

“okay, sweetheart. let’s get to bed.”

doesn’t carry you to bed but rather steers you to it while in your lethargic state with his arms around your waist

tucks you in and gives you some kisses meanwhile you can be rather needy when tired, holding onto his shirt

“get some sleep, sweetness. i’m going to change real quick but i’ll be right back.”

you’re dozing off again once he climbs into bed with you but you have enough energy to roll over and snuggle up to him

he smiles softly at the gesture and wraps you up in his arms before wishing you another goodnight

suna

you’re in bed when he gets home but clearly your intention wasn’t to go to sleep just yet

there are various items scattered on the bed, such as your phone, your laptop, a book and...a napkin?

he snorted quietly when he found it

you had a tendency to gather everything you needed on one spot because once you were settled, you didn’t plan on getting up again

he liked to call it “burrowing” to tease you but it was just another cute thing that he loved about you

he begins by picking up the items on the bed

putting your laptop on the desk, your phone and book on the bedside table

he also put the napkin on the bedside table instead of throwing it out because he didn’t know if there was a specific reason for it

if your phone needed to be charged, he’d plug it in for you

then he has to wake you up because you were still in your day clothes, for some reason

wakes you up by poking your cheek several times

he thinks it’s funny when you try to swat his hand away as you think it’s a big or something

“hey, baby. did you fall asleep waiting for me again?”

you yawn and nod and he just has to remark, “you’re so cute.” before leaning down to kiss your cheek

now the hardest part: getting you to change into your sleeping clothes

he picks out your sleepwear for you and leaves it on the bed next to you, instructing you to change while he gets ready for bed too

of course, that didn’t happen and he had to help you anyway

helps you put your pajamas on and once you’re ready, you immediately get under the covers to get comfy again

“well, goodnight then,” he jokes

throws your dirty clothes in the hamper with his and then gets into bed with you, spooning you how he likes

gives you some kisses on the back of your neck, “night, my sweet baby. have some sweet dreams for me.”

kita

he’s shocked to see you slumped with your head on top of your textbook at the desk

he frowns at the sight because he tries to stress taking a break when you need it

but it’s possible you thought doing schoolwork would help you stay up late and wait for him to get home

he still didn’t think that was a reason to lose sleep though

he gently shakes you awake with a hand on your back

you wake up with a little jolt, your head feeling foggy from waking up in such a strange position

you pick your head up, rubbing your eyes, and he laughs softly at the red marks on your face from sleeping on a book

his thumb brushes over the marks, “it’s nice that you try to stay up for me, lovely. but you need your sleep. come on, let’s get you into bed.”

leads you to bed with an arm around your shoulders

opens up the blankets and tucks you in, making sure you’re comfy

“there you go, sweetie. i’ll be back in a few minutes, okay?”

in ten prompt minutes, he’s ready for bed and joins you

he notices that your eyes are more open now and you seem to be bothered by something

“are you awake? is something wrong?”

you tell him that school has been stressing you out a little and trying to get a head start on work hasn’t been working out

of course he’s sad to hear that you’re feeling overwhelmed

takes you into his arms and rubs your back

“i’m sorry you’re struggling, sweetie. but it’s better to get it done with a clear head and not when you’re so exhausted you’re falling asleep on the desk. i promise you’ll feel much better tomorrow and will be more willing to work on it. i can even help you, if you want. then we can do something fun together after it’s all done. but right now you should just focus on getting some sleep, okay?”

you’re already nodding off again by the sound of his soft voice lulling you to sleep

he doesn’t mind, as long as you’re getting what you need

he kisses your forehead a few times and he’s out like a light with you in his arms

let’s do this, haikyuu night! requests are open..

[meetevieinthehallway]

hi! here’s a crappy old blurb that i had sitting in the drafts!

in which lovie is sick and stressed from uni at one in the morning and harry finds her hyperventilating.

harry was absolutely exhausted.

per usual— but there was a specific ache in his back today, one that had accompanied him from morning to night—he told his love they needed a new mattress, she told him he needed to stop laying twisted to her chest (he refuses to do so, pouting every time she suggests it)—and it’s pulsing at the top of his spine and making him wince in certain positions. 

his hair at this point was ultimately unruly and unkempt from the amount of times his fingers ran through, pulling and tugging in frustration, as if he could rip new ideas out of his scalp.

his hands were sore, too, from gentle plucks of the guitar he had toyed this afternoon, praying that the indents in his fingertips would bring about motivation, inspiration— god, that it would bring anything.

he’s desperate to get out of this block.

nevertheless, he cranked out two songs today, making him ultimately beaming and his throat a bit raw and tired.

he stumbled through the door with heavy feet and an unzipped coat, his nose pink from the cold circulating in the outside air. his beanie had been pulled down to the middle of his forehead from the time he walked from inside the studio to his awaiting driver, who he last-minute remembered possessed a peculiar hatred for artificial heating. so, correspondingly, harry’s body never warmed up in the fifteen minute drive, causing his toes to go numb and his teeth to chatter lightly. he would never ask him to crank the heat, because it’s bad enough he has to drive around a famous stranger all day— harry wasn’t gonna torture the guy with something he specifically despised. (no matter how fucking weird it was). 

his boots clunked as he passed through the doorway, wrinkling his nose up and closing the door behind him with his back. a wince, a sharp inhale, then a slow exhale, eyes closed. it was a solid minute before he cracked his eyes open— but he swore he could have fallen asleep standing. 

his love had reduced the lighting significantly, the lamps dimmed and several candles lit around the room. it was close to dark, matching the scene outside, and the warmth wrapped his body and nuzzled him. he smiled lazily, his hand carding up and taking the beanie off his hair, curls bouncing out as he shivered. she lit that vanilla candle he likes, and he can feel the sleepiness start to settle further into his veins.

“angel? where are ye, bub?” harry’s voice was a soft coo and his dimples appeared as he leaned his hand against the wall.

he kicked his shoes off, throwing his coat on a chair nearby as he hummed his way down the foyer. he craved for his girl like he craved the warmth to envelop him; he wanted her wrapped around and within his soul, caressing his skin until he was lulled to sleep. he couldn’t wait to bury his face in her neck and stay there for a while, his lips caressing her own and her skin for a time before he found the energy to carry her to bed. he always told her to stop waiting up for him, but she would kiss her teeth and roll her eyes and tell him shut up, and that was that. 

stubborn little thing she was— and he loved every ounce of it.

harry pondered what she could be doing on his search for her, thinking about how she may be sleeping with a book on her chest in the den or giggling at a sitcom in the living room; either way, she’d be cozy and wrapped in a blanket—maybe, hopefully, in his shirt, maybe even with no pants on and—

oh.

he was completely wrong.

he turned a corner with a half smile, hearing her laptop keys being softly pressed, but his face sank and his eyebrows furrowed quickly, his lips slowly pronouncing her name.

she was sat on the floor in a ball, papers scattered around her frame and closing in on her body, her face in her hands and a bun wrapped on the top of her head. she was sniffling softly and her breaths were deep— yet shaky. he could hear her mumbling to herself, yet not responding to her name.

“angel?”

she jumped, looking up at him and harry frowned at her red-rimmed eyes and red nose. the sweet thing looked so sad and worn, eyes wide and teary.

“what’s goin’ on, baby?” he padded towards her, her head shaking as she started to begin typing again. “hey hey—” he mumbled, starting to sink to the floor.

she’s continuing to type, not ignoring him as much as she’s so out of it he doesn’t know if she’s here, but he grabs at her hands to stop typing, pulling them towards him. she whines, shooing him away, and his concern deepens. “angel.” he murmurs, tilting his head, starting to pull her body towards him. she barely turns her face away from the screen, but his thumbs still move to pad away her fallen tears as she writhed to get out of his hold. “hey.” he said, “now wait just a mo’, bub—”

“jus’ let me finish—”

“it’s one in the morning.”

she’s typing again, hitting a few keys before he grabs at her hands, stronger, pulling them toward his chest. 

“why are you writing at this hour?”

she finally meets his eyes, and she’s snapped back to reality. and once she sees the concern swimming in his irises, it breaks her. she’s sobbing once more, harsher than how she has all night, whining and whimpering as she tried to get back to her laptop. he shakes his head, picking her up, placing her bum on his thigh and draping her legs across his own. she immediately falls into his chest, and she feels fragile. 

“stop.” he murmured, pinning her hands down with his own, right on her lap. his thumbs run over her wrists. “take a breath, baby— ’s not good for you. tell me what’s wrong.”

she whimpered then, taking her sleeves and wiping her face, sniffling and shaking, her breathing trembling. “’m so tired.” she cried, wiping her nose and keeping her palms to her eyes.

“you need sleep. why the fuck are you doing work this late, hm?” he’s petting at her hair. “you’re so overwhelmed—” he pauses, to press his lips to her forehead, but he inhales sharply when he felt the heat resonating from her skin. “oh, angel. we definitely need to get you to bed, you are burning up—”

“can’t!”

he flinched as she said it in frustration and sadness, in between a sob; she hastily, in a blur of quick movements, reaches and grabs her computer again, settling it on her thighs before furiously typing.

“stupid paper for my stupid professor on a topic i hate and he made it due at two a-and i just don’t feel well—”

her mumbling broke into cries but she kept going, and harry couldn’t understand how she was simultaneously describing her frustration while continuing sentences about god-knows-what-topic. she was frantic, tears still falling and if she didn’t slow down harry swore she was going to pass out.

“have you been writing this all day?” his hand rubbed at her back.

she sniffled, shaking her head. “been sick and gross all day and i completely forgot. ‘m so fucking stupid and now i jus’ wanna be done—” she gasped for air and broke completely, her voice choking on sobs. her trembling hands pressed to her eyes, cries escaping her lips and her head shaking. “it doesn’t even make sense. can’t focus. ’ve been throwin’ up all day and i jus’ wanna sleep, but—”

“woah, what?” he sputtered. “you didn’t think to call me?” he asked incredulously.

her head fell forward in time with her shoulders, the jumper on her body sliding off her collarbones. her head was absolutely throbbing, pulsing with need and making her dizzy. she looked up and her eyes closed tight, weeping more intensely. her sleeves came to her eyes slowly, pitifully, and harry realized that him scolding her was not what she needed right now. he grabbed her and pulled her back to his chest, her sobs increasing and her will to fight against him diminishing.

“okay, okay, okay.” harry mumbled as his hand came to the back of her head, his thumb stroking the base of her neck. she completely collapsed into his collarbones, her forehead heated and her eyes squeezed closed, a trembling jaw and sniffly nose pressed to him. she was a proper mess. “—hey hey.”

his love whined once, then sniffed, blinking her eyes open to view her fumbling fingers. she sighed, hiccuping, sitting up to look harry in the eyes. he frowned when he saw her flushed cheeks and watery lashes, his knuckles gently coming up to brush at her skin. she smiled sadly, her lips quivering.

“’m sorry i didn’t call.” she swiped at her eyelid, breath staggered. “didn’t wanna disturb you.” he gazed at her with sad eyes and frowned. “a-and... you— ….” she whimpered, shaking her head and gazing at him. “you just walked through the door ’nd you’re like— not even settled and—” her breath hitched and more tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, and harry cooed. her eyebrows furrowed and her soaked sleeves came to her lips, covering them and shaking her head. “’m sorry—” she whispered.

“no no no.” he murmured, brushing her loose strands of hair away. “no apologies, love, okay?”

she sniffled, leaning forward until she was in his neck again, whimpering. harry’s face sunk, his lips kissing the top of her head as he rubbed her spine.

“i hafta finish.” she whimpered, shaking her head. harry kissed her forehead and sighed, shaking his own.

“no. we are going to email your professor and if he has a problem, he can speak to me and—”

“can’t!” she cried, “no exceptions, must be turned in on time.” her voice dropped several octaves to mock her asshole of a professor, and harry shook his head.

“don’t care.”

she hiccuped, eyes sad. “h—”

“i don’t care about his stupid rules.” he gruffed. “you’re sick as hell and your health comes before anything. understand?” his voice is deep and monotonous, frustrated, but not at her. harry wasn’t going to let this teacher make his girl feel as if she must finish a stupid paper when she’s most likely got the stomach flu.

“please, angel. let me get you settled and i will email him, kay?”

she sniffled. she stared up at him with weepy eyes and saw his desperation in his irises. her head was spinning and her throat was sore, but he gazed at her like she spun the stars into their orientations. even with teary eyes, skin irritated and red, he looked at her with such care and awe. 

she looks down momentarily and suddenly realizes how bright her laptop seemed, and how the words on her page looked garbled and wrong. even if she wanted to keep going, she doesn’t think she physically could. 

she wiped her nose, eyes fluttering around his face. she nodded slowly. “okay” she murmured, shoulders deflating a bit. 

harry smiled small and placed a wet kiss to her nose, mumbling an “atta girl”. 

she stood slowly, knees cracking as harry’s jumper fell to her the middle of her thighs, the bunched up socks coating her ankles and feet falling off. she was utterly adorable to him, even with teary eyes and a sad frown. 

“c’mere, i’ll carry you to bed, angel.”

god did she love him.

he bent slowly, and she draped her weight over his spine, lazily putting her arms around his neck. harry’s hurting back was no longer important to him, because her breath was soft and hitting the back of his neck and the top of his arm, and he swears heaven has continuously blessed him. 

“thank you, harry.” she mumbles it as she slides off his back once they are next to their bed, and he presses his lips to her forehead, then her cheeks. he lays her down, pulling the covers over her, stroking her hair back from her eyelids. she catches his hand and holds it to her cheek, her eyes looking at him.

“sleep, pretty girl. i’ll be in bed soon.” 

[courageous-she]

Needing You- Charlie Gillespie

Charlie x female reader

Summary: You’re having a rough day and go to your best friend for some comfort

Word Count: 3037

Author’s Note: I haven’t really written in a while but became a SIMP for this boy after watching JATP. Here’s something I thought up while I should have been working at work. Also the formatting may have gotten a little wonky so sorry for that. Um anyway, hope you enjoy!

**

You: Hey, are you home? Charlie: Yeah, why, what’s up? You: Can we hang out? I don’t really want to be alone rn Charlie: Sure thing! I can come over? You: Actually, can I come over? I don’t feel like being in my apartment rn Charlie: Of course, doors unlocked <3

You locked your phone, resting it on your chest and letting out a long sigh. Life had just been hitting too hard lately, so you texted Charlie hoping he’d be able to distract you and take your mind off of things. You simply needed some quality time with your best friend and to not think about everything going on in your life right now. Luckily, Charlie was always down to hang out and was always flexible on what the two of you would do.

You lifted your head just enough from your starfish position on your bed to glance over your outfit. You’d changed into your comfy clothes when you got home a few hours ago. These would be fine, Charlie has seen you in worse clothes, and probably in an overall worse state than this. Shrugging, you stood from your bed and grabbed your keys, making your way over to the bus stop at the end of your street. 

Quietly opening the door to Charlie and Owen’s apartment, you carefully left your shoes at the door. You looked up and noticed Owen and Jeremy sitting on the couch in the small apartment living room. “Hey, Y/N” Owen and Jeremy said at the same time, both giving a quick nod of the head. You waved back, making your way down the hallway to Charlie’s room. It wasn’t odd for you to come over to the boy’s apartment, so Owen and Jeremy didn’t question it. Owen was more used to your frequent visits than Jeremy because Owen actually lived there, but both boys knew how close you and Charlie are so it would be odd if you didn’t show up at some point during the week.

Charlie’s door was open a crack, a low light creeping out into the hallway. You pushed the door open just enough to slide your body through, and closed it when you were all the way inside. 

“Hey” Charlie said softly, sitting up slightly in his bed and closing his laptop. Instead of responding, you pulled the covers back on his bed and slid under. Charlie watched you, slightly confused, but lifted his arm for you when you began to crawl under it resting your head on his chest. His arm around you hugged you closer, while his other hand came around to rest on top of yours that was resting on his stomach. 

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” he asked, voice soft. You shook your head ‘no’ on his chest. “Do you want to talk about it?” Again, you shook your head. Charlie’s chest rose up before he let out a long sigh. It wasn’t often you got like this, but when you did it always broke Charlie a little inside. “What can I do to help?” “Is it okay if we just lay here for a while?” you finally said.

“Yeah, ‘course it is. Want me to put on a movie for background noise or somethin’?” Charlie asked, leaning over slightly to grab his tv remote. You simply nodded a ‘yes’ against his chest, knowing he would just choose a movie for the two of you. 

Charlie ended up choosing “Onward”, a Disney movie was bound to put a smile on your face, he thought. The two of you silently watched the movie, staying in relatively the same position. As the movie was coming to a close, tears began to make their way down your face, landing on Charlie’s shirt. He looked down when he began to feel the wet spot on his chest. Moving so he could see your face better, Charlie smirked at your current state.

“Are you crying?” Charlie asked, the goofy smirk not leaving his face. You lifted your head from his chest, glancing between his smirking expression and the puddle on his chest. 

“What? He never got to meet his dad! After all that!!” you said, pouting out your bottom lip so you didn’t start sobbing. Charlie chuckled before sitting back and pulling you back into him.

“Haven’t you seen this before? You knew this was coming” he replied while turning his attention back to the screen.

“Just because I’ve seen it already doesn’t make it any less sad, Char.” But he could tell by the tone in your voice that you weren’t talking about the movie anymore. He grabbed the remote, stopping the end credits. You started to sit up, wiping the remnants of tears from your face.

“Are you ready to talk about it?” he asked, voice soft and understanding. You hugged your knees to your chest, resting your head on your knees facing your friend sitting next to you.

“Everything is just so overwhelming right now. It’s like nothing can go my way and just keeps piling on top of me. I feel like I’m drowning and I’m so over it.” There was a comfortable silence between the two of you for a moment “I hate feeling like this” you whispered. Charlie put his hand on your back, rubbing small circles.

“Hey, hey, look at me” he said. Your eyes remained fixed on a random spot of his bed. “Y/N, please” he whispered. You shifted your gaze so that your eyes met his. “I know that things might be really tough right now, but I know you, and I know how hard you work, and I know that you will get through this. You have the weekend to forget about things and relax for a bit too, I’m here to get your mind off of the stress.”

You smiled at his reassuring words; he always knew what to say. You moved so that you could rest your head on his shoulder. “Thanks, Char, don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I don’t know, probably die or something” he said casually. You punched his shoulder jokingly and laughing at the boy next to you. “You hungry? We can order some food” 

“I didn’t bring my wallet with me” you said, remembering that you’d only grabbed your keys on your way out. 

“Don’t worry about that, it was on me anyway.” Charlie said, scrolling through UberEats on his phone for something to order. “What are you feeling?”

“Char, I’m not letting you pay! At least let me Venmo you?” you asked, already beginning to feel guilty at the fact that he offered to pay.

“Y/N” he said, putting his phone down and turning to face you, “You’re not paying,” he placed both hands on your cheeks, squishing them slightly, “Do not. Worry. About it.”

“But Charlie,” you replied, turning your body to face him straight on, “I. Feel. Bad” you mimicked his position, placing both hands on his cheeks and squishing them. And there the two of you were, hands on each other’s cheeks, squishing them. That was until you heard Charlie’s bedroom door slowly creak open.

“Hey guys, Jer and I were just wondering if you wanted to order food?” Owen asked, walking in while looking down at his phone. When he looked up and noticed the way you two were positioned, he stopped dead in his tracks. “Uh, I’m sorry, did I walk in on something?” he asked concerned, but slightly amused. 

“Perfect timing Owen!” Charlie said, taking his hands off your cheeks and grabbing his phone again, “Y/N and I were just having the same conversation”

“I was thinking maybe Chinese?” Owen asked, resuming his scrolling on his phone. You and Charlie looked at each other, an unsure look on your face.

“Eh, not really feelin’ it” Charlie replied, going back to his phone for food inspiration.

“I was kind of craving pasta from that Italian place down the street” you said.

“Pomodoro?” Charlie asked, and immediately he looked at Owen and they gave each other the same look. “Yes!” They both said at the same time.

“I’ll go ask Jer what he wants, text me your orders.” Owen replied, leaving the room. But before Owen asked Jeremy what he wanted to eat, he explained in detail what he saw when he walked in on you and Charlie. The two boys grinned at each other, knowing how the two of you felt about the other, and knowing that neither of you would say anything to the other.

**

When the food arrived, the four of you sat in the small living room eating, joking, and watching a variety of YouTube videos. You loved hanging out with the guys, it was always entertaining and you definitely got a workout from how much you laughed. 

After everyone had finished eating, the four of you decided to put on a movie. You sat next to Charlie on the smaller couch, leaning into his side, while Owen laid out on the bigger couch and Jeremy had a spot on the floor with some pillows. 

You’re not sure how long into the movie you made it, but eventually you fell asleep on Charlie’s shoulder. He hadn’t noticed you fell asleep until Owen brought it up.

“Hey man, she out?” he asked, leaning up on the couch. Jeremy looked over too, noticing your sleeping figure resting against Charlie. Charlie glanced down at you, brushing your hair away from your face.

“Yeah, she must’a fell asleep” he said, eyes resting on you a little longer before turning to look at Owen. Owen smirked and looked at Jeremy, who matched his smirk before the two boys looked back at Charlie. “What’s the look for?” he asked confused.

“Oh, come on, Charlie!” Jeremy said, “You are head over heels for her!” he whisper shouted.

“And you have been since day one” Owen added. 

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Charlie whisper shouted back. The boys couldn’t see but underneath the blanket, Charlie was pulling you closer to him. He felt like he had to protect you despite there really being nothing to protect you from.

“Don’t avoid it Charlie, it’s so obvious” Owen retorted.

“The only question is, when are you finally going to tell her?” Jeremy asked.

As Charlie was forming his response, his felt you shift next to him. All three boys shifted their gaze to you, hoping you hadn’t heard what they were talking about. You shifted so that your face was resting in the crook of Charlie’s neck. He shivered at the feeling of your breath on his skin.

“Char?” you asked, too sleepy to open your eyes. Charlie squeezed your side to let you know he was there.

“What’s up? You alright?” he asked.

“ ‘m fine. What time is it?”

“Uh, it’s about 12:30” 

“Shit!” you said, quickly sitting up from your comfortable position and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, “The last bus leaves in 30 minutes, I gotta go!” You started to stand up from the couch, but Charlie grabbed your hips, sitting you back down on the couch.

“Chill, Y/N! I’m not letting you get on a bus in the middle of the night! You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch tonight” Charlie said, trying to calm you down. Jeremy coughed from the other side of the room, giving Charlie a look. Jeremy was crashing on the couch considering that he didn’t actually live there and had planned to spend the night. Charlie shot back a ‘not now’ look, returning his focus on you.

“I can’t take your bed. I’ll take the couch” you said, not wanting to put your friend out any more than you had tonight.

“Well, actually, I-I’m supposed to be sleeping on the couch” Jeremy finally spoke up. Charlie shot him a look, causing Jeremy to shrug and shy back out of the conversation.

“Then I’ll take the floor, but I’m not taking your bed” You said, bundling the blanket that was piled next to you. 

“Y/N, you are not sleeping on the damn floor. Either you sleep in my bed or we’re both sleeping on the floor. End of story” Charlie said, a little more stern this time.

“Well with that logic, why don’t we both just sleep in the bed?” you asked, shrugging. Charlie’s eyes went wide. Owen and Jeremy’s heads quickly turned their attention to you, smirks threatening to appear on their faces. 

“I-I mean, if-if you’re cool with that, yeah we could do that” Charlie stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. He hadn’t expected you to offer to share a bed with him, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to pass this opportunity up.

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t cool with it, but now that we’ve settled that, I’m tired. Goodnight boys!” you said, standing up and waving.

“ ‘night!” Owen and Jeremy replied, waving as you made your way back to Charlie’s room. What you didn’t see was the two boys silently cheering Charlie on as he slowly stood and made his way to his room. 

You were already tucked away when he made it, closing the door softly behind him. He made his way through the dark and found his way to bed. He slipped in next to you, laying awkwardly on his back, not exactly knowing how to sleep next to you. He turned his head to look at you. Your back was facing him, breathing slow. He figured that you’d already fallen asleep given how tired you were, so he got comfortable and eventually fell asleep.

**

Charlie woke with a start when he heard you start to cry out in your sleep. He couldn’t make out what you were saying but he knew that you were having a nightmare. He immediately pulled your back close to his chest, arms wrapping around you. His cheek was pressed against yours as he whispered in your ear. “Hey, hey, you’re alright, I’m here, you’re okay” You woke up, heart racing, and hands grasping Charlie’s arms that wrapped around your middle. He loosened them enough for you to turn around and face him. 

“What would I do without you?” you asked, cuddling closer into his chest, eyes closing in comfort. Charlie took a deep breath, he felt like now was the time to tell you. Tell you how he really felt, how much he wanted to never be without you.

“Y/N?” he whispered?

“Yeah, Char?”

“Can I tell you something?” He was trying to keep his nerves down, knowing you’d be able to feel him shaking.

“Of course, you can tell me anything.” You replied, shifting to lean slightly over him. He mimicked your position, the two of you leaning to face the other. “I like you. Um, like more than a friend kind of like you. And I don’t want this to ruin what we have so if you don’t feel the same way that’s- that’s cool we can forget I said this.” Charlie rambled. You were taken aback by the sudden out poor of emotional truth. Charlie was beginning to accept that you didn’t feel the same way until you made a move. You leaned in and kissed Charlie, all of the bottled-up feelings coming to the surface. 

“I like you too, Char,” you whispered, hand cupping the side of his face, “God, I’ve liked you since the day we met” you laughed, remembering your first encounter on set with Charlie. Charlie sighed from relief from next to you.

“I was so scared you didn’t feel the same…”

“How could I not, Charlie? I literally couldn’t survive without you.” You spoke. A smile crept its way onto Charlie’s face before he leaned in for another kiss, deeper and more passionate than the first. The two of you spent much of the rest of the night like that, moving between sleep and giggly sleepy kisses. The next morning, the two of you slept in a little later than normal, and laid in bed cuddled up watching TikToks, sneaking kisses in between. It was a kind of bliss you didn’t think you’d ever experience. Both of your heads turned when a short knock was made against the door.

“Are you guys dead in there?” Owen asked through the door. The two of you chuckled from the bed.

“We’re fine Owen!” Charlie shouted.

“Are you sure? It’s like noon-thirty and I haven’t heard anything from either of you?” Owen shouted back. You laughed at the boys, moving to get out of the bed and answer the door. Charlie pouted at the lack of you next to him. You opened the door to see a concerned looking Owen. 

“Good morning, Owen” you smiled.

“Did I interrupt something?” he asked, noticing Charlie’s lack of shirt and a messy bed.

“No, you didn’t. We were just getting up to grab some breakfast” you replied.

“Oh, well I was going to ask if you guys wanted some waffles? Jeremy and I just made some” he said, still looking between you and Charlie, attempting to put the pieces together on what happened when the two of you went to bed last night.

“I’d love some waffles! Let me just grab my sweatshirt and I’ll be right there!” 

Owen nodded, leaving the room. You turned to look for your sweatshirt somewhere on the floor. Feeling two arms wrap around your waist, you giggled, placing your arms over Charlie’s.

“You know you don’t have to go out there.” He said, lips hovering just over your ear.

“No, I don’t have to.” You said, “But we need to eat.”

“There’s something right here I could eat.” Charlie replied. You spun around quickly in his arms, slapping him lightly on the upper arm.

“Charlie!” You couldn’t believe how quickly he responded with that!

“What!? It’s true!” he winked at you.

“Well too bad because that is currently not on the menu. I want waffles!” you said before breaking free of his grasp, grabbing your sweatshirt and skipping out of the room to the kitchen. Charlie was left standing in his room, mouth agape, but laughing at how you handled that. What would he do without you?

[olivetreehugger]

Reiner, the king of emotional support

Notes: Modern AU!Reiner x reader

Warnings: none i think, also not edited lol 

For @aestheticallly-trash 

You lean back in your desk chair with a heavy sigh, reaching up to rub your aching shoulders as you stifle a jaw-cracking yawn. 

Your dissertation is due in two weeks, and you’re still only a few pages in. Once you eventually do finish it, your counselor still has to look it over and edit it. You’re full of anxiety over this, as your four years of grad school have cultivated into this moment. If you can’t finish this dissertation, your research and years of stress will be for nothing. 

It doesn’t help that you have a horrible feeling of failure looming over you all the time. A lot of people judged you for the topic you decided to research and claimed that you wouldn’t succeed. And now, only three pages in, at twelve-thirty three in the morning and a disgustingly cold mug of coffee besides your laptop, you’re starting to think they were right. 

Tears sting the corners of your eyes and you have to bite your lip to hold back the sob that’s building in the back of your throat. It backfires when you hear a familiar, sleepy voice behind you.

“You okay, dove?”

You feel your boyfriend’s massive, warm hand rest on your shoulder and you just fall apart. 

“No...” you whisper between sobs. Tears stream down your cheeks and down your chin. 

Reiner pulls your chair out from the desk, turns it around so you’re facing him and encircles you with his muscular arms. Without even trying, he lifts you up so you’re standing in front of him, but he doesn’t let you go. 

He lets you bury your face into his chest as you cry, and he just gently rubs the back of your head. 

“I know...I know,” he murmurs, the sleep still overwhelming his voice. “It’s okay, baby. You’re gonna be okay.”

You pick your head up to look at him, and he smiles. You probably look so gross, disheveled and raccoon-eyed, but he doesn’t seem to care. He leans down to kiss your face, tickling you with his stubble. A giggle leaves your lips as he reaches your jaw, it’s your most ticklish spot, but you don’t jerk away. 

“I’m so tired,” you whisper

Reiner presses a kiss to your temple while still holding you. He rocks you back and forth ever so slightly.

“I think you need a break from this paper,” he murmurs. 

You melt against him, knowing he’ll hold your weight as the both of you sway. 

“What if I don’t finish it in time? What if it’s not good enough?” You ask, a lump forming in your stomach as the anxiety starts to build again. 

Reiner cups the back of your head and leans in for a kiss, his warm breath and his scent entering your nose and leaving you breathless. 

His kisses always feel like a blanket, protective and warm and weighty. You love the way he kisses you, too. He kisses you so sweetly, so lovingly as he drinks your essence. You can always feel how much he adores you in the way he’s the last to pull away and the first to go back in. It takes your breath away every time. 

When you pull away, you rest your forehead against his chin. Another sigh leaves your body. 

“C’mon, dove. You gotta get some sleep. A smartypants like you needs to rest your brain.”

You snort. “Don’t patronize me, honey.”

“I’m not. You’re the smartest person I know. I take you out on all those dates to museums and historical pop-ups and lectures because I know you’re gonna understand it. Shit, whenever we go to the zoo you’re the one naming facts about every animal we come across. You are a smartypants,” he protests, pecking the top of your head with a soft kiss. 

He drapes an arm around your shoulder and starts leading you to your shared bedroom. “I’m off tomorrow, so why don’t we sleep now and work on the paper tomorrow? Remember, I’m always gonna be here for you. I love you, okay?”

“I love you, too, baby.”

“You want some chamomile tea to help you sleep?”

Your heart flutters. “Yes, please.”

As Reiner lumbers towards the kitchen, you go into the bathroom. You wash your face and brush your teeth, change into an old t-shirt and apply lavender-scented lotion to your arms and hands. Exhaustion seems to seep into your skin as you drudge towards your bed. You slide under the covers just as Reiner comes back.

He’s holding a steaming mug in his hands and ou wonder if there’s a mug big enough for those massive grabbers of his. He hands you the cup with a kiss. 

“A cup of tea for my queen,” he murmurs. 

You let out a breathy laugh and bring the mug to your lips, blowing on the hot liquid. 

“Thank you, honey.”

Reiner carefully gets into bed beside you and rests against the headboard. 

“I really do believe you’re the smartest person I know,” he says earnestly. His golden eyes rest on you lovingly, and a hand squeezes your thigh. “You’re gonna do great. We’ll take it page by page. Okay?”

You feel a smile tug at your lips. “Okay,” you sigh, sipping from the mug. 

He leans forward for another kiss, and your heart skips a beat as he lingers on your mouth for a moment, nuzzling the tips of your noses together. 

“I love you, Reiner.”

Your boyfriend pulls back and smiles at you. “I love you, more, dove. Now drink your tea and let’s sleep.”

---

[quietmyfearswith]

slipping into little space ; preferences

warnings — fluff?? mentions of nudity. hints a t sexy times

characters — andy barber, steve rogers, bucky barnes, lance tucker,  syverson, august walker

a/n — THIS IS A DDLG FIC,, was inspired by this ask! to the anon who requested for it i hope you like it and tell me what you think!

their love language | with their little | when you’re insecure

masterlist

Though the Thanksgiving dinner she was preparing was only for her and Andy, Y/N couldn’t help but stress and fret over almost every single thing; she wanted their first celebration of the said holiday to be perfect. Hence why she has been cooped up in the kitchen for almost the whole day, even though the dinner was still tomorrow. She baked a cheesecake and it was now cooling up in the fridge, the vegetable she decided to cut today so come tomorrow all she had to do was cook them, and now as she was marinating the turkey she found herself getting whiny and irritable. Andy entered their home quietly and observed his girl for a little while; her constant texts provided him updates about how hard she was working to perfect their meal tomorrow. And by the looks of it she had been working too much that her entire system was already begging for a break. “You okay in there, baby?” Hearing his voice caused Y/N to look up at him, her eyes glossy and her mouth curled up in a semi-convincing smile. Hanging his jacket by the coat hanger, he also dropped his briefcase by the door and sat on the couch.

“Come on over here, baby,”  He called for her and patted his lap. Y/N opened her mouth and was about to say no, but a stern look from Andy had her not continuing with that plan and instead she just removed her apron, leaving it on the counter, and plopping herself down on his lap. With her chest pressed against his, the lawyer then rubbed her back comfortingly, “I know you had a busy day; haven’t you, baby?” Hearing her mumble yes against his clothes, the man could only chuckle as he further coaxed her, “You can rest now, baby. You can stop being a big girl now; you can be my little missy again.” As if his words flipped a switch, she did find herself ridding of any remaining thoughts about their dinner and instead complied with his request — which was more like a demand. Peering up at him, her eyes were now wide but weren’t glossy, “Hi dada, I missed you.” Pleased with how his girl decided to let loose, Andy planted a deep kiss on her lips and after doing so he peppered kisses all over her face, “I missed you too, little missy. Now how ‘bout we both go take a bubble bath?”

One of August’s hobbies involved him fixing up his bike or adding whatever gadget he felt would look good on his bike. And since he was given a few weeks off, he took the time to get his hands oily and tinkle with his bike — but really the only reason why he was busying himself with the said vehicle was because his lovely girlfriend was busy with her own workload. Wiping his sweat with the shirt he had earlier discarded, August glanced at the clock and saw how it was already nearing the time they usually ate supper. Once entering the inside of their home, he headed straight for the office and was surprised to hear muffled cries coming from the room. Years of doing field work had allowed him to slip in easily without Y/N hearing him; he then listened closely to see if she had been talking to someone that made her cry, but after failing to hear her or someone else make a sound besides her sniffles, it was then that the CIA agent decided to intervene, “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

Her shoulders rose up and down in shock from her boyfriend’s sudden presence — by now she should have been used to his stealthily ways, but her crying lowered down her guard. She weakly pointed to her desk where pens, highlighters, papers, folders, and her laptop were scattered, “Work just got to me; it’s silly.” August, however, didn’t think of it that way and instead was worried his girl might have been overworking herself. Walking towards her, he grabbed both her hands so she could stand, “You’ve been such a good girl huh? Doing her work and working hard,” Part of Y/N was glowing from the praise and reveling in it; while the other part of her was going to complain to him how she still had more work to do. But just as she was going to do so, August lifted her chin so he could look at her, “How bout we eat dinner, hm? What would you like, little one? Some dino nuggies?” At the mention of her favorite food, she nodded her head up and down as she squealed, “Yes, daddy, I want some dino nuggies for supper!” Smiling he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leading her away from her cause of stress and into the kitchen, “Alright then, some dino nuggies for my little one only because she’s been such a good girl; perhaps a sippy cup as well and some ice cream sandwiches for desert.”

Bucky remembered how he needed some more hair ties for his long hair; Sam somehow thought it was a bright idea to involve his hair ties for one of his pranks wars with Scott. As he and Y/N were on the hair product aisle, he ordered her to stay put by the cart as he quickly grabbed what he was looking for. Though she wasn’t permitted to walk around, her eyes did the wandering and once she had set her sight on a My Little Pony shampoo. She was able to hold herself back from physically cooing at it; Bucky placed some of the hair tie packets on the cart and noticed how his girlfriend’s eyes were trained onto something. “You want that, sweetheart?” Shocked with how casually he offered it to her, she found herself nodding with excitement. Chuckling, the super soldier grabbed a few bottles into their cart and told her how they should get going to pay and go home already.

As they both had paid already for their grocery items and were now driving to their home. “Thank you for buying me that shampoo.” Bucky nodded as he began driving, placing a hand on her thigh, “You can let loose now, sweetie. We’re going home now,” And with that Y/N found herself playing with his hand, a telltale that she was beginning to let herself become little again. “I love you, tătic, I can’t wait for our bath time later.” As they were stopped by a relight, Bucky reached over and planted a kiss on her forehead, “Me too, sweetie; but don’t forget about our playtime alright?”

When Y/N found out that Steve volunteered to be the overall head for the Avengers’ Thanksgiving outreach program, she decided to help along and shoulder half of the responsibilities that had been put on the hero’s shoulder. Which led them to the current situation they were in — they both were sorting out the food that had been cooked by the other team members and agents. “Okay, turkey, veggies, pasta,” Y/N listed out as she put the food in the bag and laid out in front of Steve so that he could place a greeting card on the basket before wrapping it up. “This makes it the 100th basket we did,” Steve took note as he was preparing the next card. 

The next few minutes were filled with hums from the two as a song played on the background while continuing on with their duties. Perhaps it was how repetitive the task got or tired Y/N was in overlooking the whole program, she was too far absent in her mind that she dropped some of the potatoes and made quite a mess. Looking over to Steve, she quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, Steve! I didn’t mean to drop it, I just got tired and was distracted.” Quickly putting down the cards he was holding, he made his way to over where she was and hugged her tight, “I know it was an accident, doll,” He felt his sweater dampen slightly with her tears, he didn’t want her to stop her crying but instead just let her cry out her frustrations. “I might have pushed you to work too much, doll.” She lifted her head up from where it rested on his chest and looked up at him, “You didn’t sir; I just wanted to help you.” Wiping the remainder of her tears, he was quick to counter, “And you were a big help, doll. But it’s time we both took a quick nap before continuing our work, okay? You’ve been such a good doll for me.”

Following Sy’s retirement from the army, he and Y/N decided to accomplish step one of their settling down plan and go buy a house. The move from their apartment to the detached bungalow they purchased had been a big one; but one they absolutely loved and looked forward to. Their new home had been filled with boxes — some were the things they brought from their old residence, while the others were newly purchased furnitures and appliances. “Hey Y/N are our clothes upstairs or in here?” Sy wondered after he walked through the first floor and didn’t catch a glimpse of the bag that contained their clothes. “Shit, hold on I’ll check,” She mumbled to herself and looked at the small notebook she had which contained the information about their move. Upon realizing that the mentioned bag would arrive tomorrow afternoon due to a mix up with the moving company, she could only groan out loud, “God, I’m such an idiot!”

Sy heard her from where she was currently sitting on the floor and pulling her hair out from the pantry, “What’s going on, baby girl?” There was an intention as to why the former Captain had dropped that pet name on her; he was already sensing how the whole move had overwhelmed Y/N and that she was reaching her limit of handling it. It was his way of allowing her to destress and engage in her comfort zone. “I’m sorry Captain, there was a mix up and the bag that had our clothes will be brought here tomorrow. The bags that are in the room are the linens for the bed,” She sobbed out and feared that he’d punish her for stupidity. But that wasn’t what was on the veteran’s mind as he crouched down in his knees and held his girl tight, “It’s okay baby girl, today was real stressful for the both of us,” Feeling her nod against him, he tried his best to reassure her that the day’s gone and it was time to rest, “Don’t worry about the clothes okay? At least they’ll be arriving tomorrow.” Kissing the top of her head, Y/N then asked softly, “What do we do now then?” Lifting her chin with a finger he smirked at her, “Well we can go put some linen and blankets in the bed; then we get to cuddle and sleep naked. How’s that sound, baby?”

When Lance brought up that he wanted to give little tokens of appreciation to his gymnasts for Thanksgiving, Y/N brought up that there were a lot of cute items that his students would love. They both were spending their afternoon on the couch; Lance was watching old performance videos of the gymnasts he was training as well as those of the competitors they were up against. While his girlfriend laid her head on his shoulder, scrolling through Etsy and bookmarking some gifts that stood out to her. There were also a few items that she saved that were things she liked — a stuffie, blanket, sippy cups or some pajamas. As she let out a whine about how cute the items were, the gymnastics coach paused the video he was watching and looked to his side, “What’s that all about?”

Pushing her phone to his sight, Y/N pouted, “I was looking at some gift ideas for your students but somehow I ended up looking at these little space items.” The man beside her chuckled as he took the phone and looked at some of the products she saved, “My angel wants some gifts too, huh?” Bashfully nodding her head, Y/N whispered, “Yes, papa, I do want some.” Swiping through some of the ideas she found he then declared, “And gifts you shall receive, since you’ve been a great help to me all the time, angel.” Y/N then shot up from where she was sitting and litter kisses on Lance’s face, repeatedly thanking him for generosity.

[pascalslittlebrat]

Ravish You

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Word Count: 5687

Warnings: Sugar baby/Sugar Daddy relationship, fluff, mentions of alcohol, fingering, a dash of spanking, unprotected PIV, public sex, a little exchange of fluids. Let me know if I missed anything

Summary: When Pedro finds you stressing over a paper, he decides to help you take a step back and relax, only to reward you once you get your results back.

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A/N: Just another little one shot for me and @mothandpidgeon ‘s sugar daddy collection that honestly took a life of it’s own once I started writing it. Enjoy this fluff and the sweet filth that comes with it and thank you to @danniburgh​ for some filfth inspo xo

You groaned as you reread the paragraph you had just finished typing on your laptop, the words seemed to blur together the more you looked at them trying to think of how to finish it off.

You had been working on your final paper for your philosophy class all day. The class was meant to be a simple one but had proven to challenge you more than you expected. The professor adored you and all you had written so far, so you couldn’t deny the extra pressure you were putting on yourself because you wanted to make sure you didn’t disappoint her.

You tapped your fingers anxiously over the open philosophy book next to you on the desk, while the other ran through your hair in frustration. “Only I can pull that hair, princesa. So be gentle with it baby,” you heard Pedro tease behind you.

You jumped not expecting him, your hand coming up to your chest, trying to calm your beating heart, “Daddy! You scared me, I didn’t hear you come in.”

Pedro chuckled leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, holding a cup of tea out to you, “Sorry baby, I knocked and you didn’t answer so I just let myself in. You sounded stressed earlier when I called and you haven’t answered any of my texts. I figured I would bring you some tea to calm that pretty head of yours.”

You take the cup from him, the cool minty scent hitting you. You take a sip and let out a soft hum and smile as the warmth of the tea floods your body. He seemed to always know just when to show up and take care of you.

You put the cup down and mutter a curse as you look over at your phone that you had silenced filled with multiple messages from him. “I’m sorry, I silenced it to focus and I guess I’ve just been so hung up on the paper I forgot to check it,” you apologize before bringing his face back down for another a kiss before giving him an appreciative smile, “Thank you for bringing me the tea, Pedro.”

You loved the way he took care of you, the way he could so easily read you even if you weren’t in front of, the way he knew exactly what to do when he knew you were too in your head. You looked up at him, staring into those beautiful warm eyes that helped you forget about the world most days. You felt your bottom lip start to quiver, his eyes furrowed in concern, and you looked away feeling the tears prickling at your eyes.

“What’s wrong princesa? Tell me what’s bothering you,” Pedro whispers softly, tilting your chin up to look at him, he had crouched down to be eye level with you. His concerned seemed to open the floodgates and you sniffled as tears blurred your vision.

You let out a little laugh as you wipe your eyes, trying to ease his worry, “I-I’m sorry, I think I’m just overwhelmed from the paper. I’ve been working on it all day.”

Pedro gently cupped your face in his both of his soft hands, he looked at you with such softness and care, like you were the most delicate and beautiful thing in the world that he didn’t want anyone to hurt. Your heart melted at the look, a few more stray tears making their way down your face. “Oh princesa, you don’t need to apologize,” Pedro cooed softly, “You are working so hard and I know the pressure you put on yourself to make everything you do perfect.”

The pads of his thumbs gently wiped the tears off your face and he gave you one of those million dollar smiles that always made your heart skip a beat, “Why don’t you take a break baby? Come rest your eyes from the computer screen a little bit, that way you’ll have a clear mind when you go back to it.”

Pedro presses a kiss to your forehead after you nod, you give him a soft smile as he stands back up and takes your hand. You let him lead you to the leather couch there in the office space you used to study. He sits down and you immediately straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and bury your head in between his neck and shoulder.

You take in his scent, letting it wash over you feeling your shoulders relax, you didn’t know what it was but sometimes just breathing him in seemed to take your stress away, the rich cologne he always had on mixed with the earthy undertones that were purely him. You closed your eyes as Pedro rubbed your back relaxing into his touch.

You loved him washing over your senses, the peacefulness it brought you. You wished you could bottle up his scent and carry it with you wherever you went. It made you feel safe from the world, like nothing could cause you any harm, and even though you’d never admit it to him, the scent made you feel like you were home. It made you feel like everything would be okay as long as you were surrounded by it.

A grin came across your face as you felt his nose burying itself at the top of your head, knowing he was taking you in as much as you were him. You turned to face his neck, a hand coming down to play with the collar of his button up ivory shirt, you trace your finger down it to the unbuttoned first two buttons. “You never learned how to button your shirts up properly,” you tease as you a press a kiss to his neck.

You feel the rumble in his chest as he chuckles, knowing he was grinning and shaking his head above you. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say it was a problem before, if anything I remember you ruining quite a few of my shirts because of it,” he teased back.

You pull away from his neck and face him, raising an eyebrow at him, “Do we really want to go into ruined clothes? Should I remind you how many shirts, dresses, bras and panties you’ve ruined?”

“I can’t control how sexy you always look baby,” Pedro smirks as his hand moves down to grab your ass, “Just like right now.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you swat his chest, “I’m in a t-shirt and yoga pants and I can just imagine the mess my hair is right now from running my hands through it so much the past eight hours, don’t lie to me.”

“I’d never lie to you. I love it when you’re like this baby, relaxed, comfortable, completely yourself. I love having you dressed up next to me but you like this, really turns me on, princesa, always at your most beautiful,” Pedro murmurs his hands grabbing both sides of your hips and pulling you against him, letting you feel his erection pressing against you.

You let out a soft gasp, pressing your hand flat against his chest as the other one tightens around him. Your chest feels like it’s going to burst both from the compliment and the feeling of him against you. “Daddy…” you breathed out, you felt like every inch of your body was already begging you for him but you knew if you started this, you’d never finish your paper that was due before the end of the day. “I want you too…but I can’t..”

“I know princesa, I just wanted you to know the effect you have on me even when you think you’re at your worst,” Pedro said pressing his lips softly against yours, before giving you a cocky grin, “Plus, we both know I could relax you to the point that you won’t even be able to remember your name, let alone what you’re writing.”

“You so owe me after this,” you pout as the thought of him taking you right now makes you stomach twist in desire. “You just have to be so talented,” you mutter.

Pedro winks at you, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “Oh princesa, do well on this paper and I’m going to completely ravish you.”

You run your tongue over his thumb before sucking on it to tease him. He let out a groan and pulled your mouth away winking at him. “I’ll hold you to that daddy, I think you’ve inspired me to finish,” you say grinning as you kiss his cheek moving off his lap and moving back to your laptop. Your fingers immediately went to typing your mind feeling clearer and more refreshed. Even though you had just teased him and left him wanting to bend you over his lap, Pedro watched you smiling, his hand under his chin, as you fell back into your paper with ease, that’s his girl.

“Daddy?” you called out giddily as you walked into Pedro’s house.

“In the kitchen baby,” you hear Pedro call out and immediately run into the kitchen. You see him sitting at the counter as his maid, Martha, sets a plate of berries on the counter for him, she gives you a kind smile and you beam back at her waving and watch as she excuses herself to give you both privacy.

Pedro turns the stool he’s sitting to face you opening his mouth to greet you but stopping when you throw your arms around him hugging him tight. He puts his hand out to grab onto the counter to hold himself steady from you force.

“Oof, well hello to you too princesa,” Pedro chuckles smiling down at you wrapping his arms around you. You look up at him eyes shining, he could tell you were excited about something, he thought he could guess what, but he wanted to hear you tell him yourself.

“I made a 97 on my final essay!” you tell him practically squealing and bouncing in his arms. You couldn’t wait to tell him the moment you had gotten your paper back. “She told me it was one of the best papers she had received, and it was an honor to have me in her class. She told me she would happily write any letter of recommendation I might need.”

Pedro moves his hands to your face pressing his lips to yours, his smile now as wide as yours when he pulls back, “That’s brilliant baby! I knew you were going to do great. Even she knows what talented and intelligent women you are.”

“I couldn’t have done this without you, you helped me bring me back to earth and finish it,” you told him pressing your lips against his. The kiss was gentle and soft, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands running through the soft curls. His mouth tasted sweet from the berries he had been eating and you smiled as you pulled away looking up at him adoringly.

Pedro’s heart swelled as he looked down into your soft eyes, he was happy to see you so excited and yourself again after spending the last weeks stressed. His hands went to your hips, holding you close to him, “You do remember how I said I’d ravish you if you did well?”

You nod biting your lip as you start to play with collar of his shirt, “I do, am I going to get ravished now?”

Pedro chuckled as he starts to rub circles on your waist, “I would love to take you right now but we actually need to leave soon, I’m going to ravish you in more ways than one. How does a weekend trip to an island sound? My private jet is waiting to take us and I’m going to make sure to spoil every inch of you and your body while we’re there baby.”

“I-Isand?” you squeak, eyes widening more excitedly, your eyes welled with tears unable to believe he would plan this for you, even after the many luxurious trips he’s taken you. Each trip felt like the first time with him and you couldn’t help the awe and gratefulness you felt each time, “Oh, Pedro, you didn’t have to!”

“We always talked about staying in one those bungalows in Bora Bora, waking up to the ocean, having those glass floors where we can see the fish. You deserve this baby, you’ve worked so hard all semester. I have everything ready, I packed you a bag while you were on campus,” Pedro caresses your cheek softly, “Let’s do this yeah, princesa?”

You nod pushing back the tears you want to let out and hugging him close, you don’t know what you did to deserve this man but you were definitely going to continue to show him every day just how much you were.

You hum as you feel Pedro’s fingers trail up and down your bare legs. He had kept his word in ravishing you the moment you both had gotten to the island, immediately blessing each room in the bungalow. Something about the trip had you both all over each other unable to keep each other’s hands off the other. You could feel the shift in your relationship, like something had further fallen into place between you two, bringing you closer than before.

Even when Pedro wasn’t fucking you against any surface he could find, he would have his hand on your back, in your hand, on your shoulder, stomach, or on your leg like now. You felt your heart skip a beat each time, the feeling of him needing to be touching you even in the slightest way making you feel even more special to him. You were both laid out at the beach, that morning you both had gone snorkeling around the coral reef, both of you grinning like idiots when you came up chatting about the different fish you had seen, and decided to visit the local beach even though you had your own section by the bungalow.

Pedro had been admiring the little one piece he had gotten you to wear for the trip. He loved the way it hugged each of your curves and was cut out in all the right places, covering what it needed but also still showing enough skin for him to touch. You looked over at him as he continued to absentmindedly touch you, his other hand was holding up the book he was reading. He had on his favorite Tom Ford sunglasses you took in his bare broad shoulders, making your way down his chest to the slim yet soft stomach of his that you loved, you bit your lip as you took in the red swim trucks that looked delicious against his tan skin, you could see his small elephant tattoo peeking out from his inner thigh.

“Like what you see princesa?” you hear Pedro’s deep voice say. You feel your cheeks warm at being caught looking over to see him looking over at you a playful smile on his face.

“When do I not?” you ask pushing down your sunglasses and raising an eyebrow at him.

Pedro chuckled putting his book down, “Baby, there’s children around, you shouldn’t be eye fucking me like that.” You didn’t have to see his eyes to know they were crinkled in amusement.

“Says the guy who has been trying to get in my bathing suit since we got here,” you shot back slipping your sunglasses back on and giving him a smile back.

Pedro smirked as his hand that had been caressing your leg moved its way up the side of your waist toying with nylon of your swimsuit at one of the cutouts, “Oh I don’t have to try baby, you’ll be begging daddy to pull that off you.”

A shiver went down your spine and you shifted your body against the blanket, trying to ignore the warmth in your stomach at the thoughts of him taking you. “There’s children around for you to be saying things like that,” you retort giggling and closing your eyes willing your mind to focus on other things.

You took a deep breath listening to the waves crashing against the shoreline, the sounds of children laughing and screaming as they played in the water. The sun was starting to set, but you couldn’t deny still how relaxed you had felt sunbathing and just enjoying clear blue skies and ocean. You hadn’t realized just how much you needed this little get away until you had gotten here.

“Why don’t we start making our way back to the bungalow? I have dinner plans for us,” Pedro says and you feel his hand move away from your waist, hearing shuffling beside you.

You look over seeing him close his book and starting to gather his things. “What time did you make reservations?” you ask him as you get up gathering your own things. You look over at him in shock when he answers you in the next hour. “Pedro! It’ll take us ten or fifteen minutes just to get back to the bungalow if we get a cab! If we can track one down fast enough, then we have to shower and get ready.”

“We’re not taking a cab baby, we’re just going to walk, it’s going to be fine,” Pedro answers nonchalantly pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Walk? Pedro, we definitely don’t have much time then, even if it’s not a nice restaurant we still have to change, or at least I do,” you mumble pouting at him as you see him put his button up shirt back on pulling the crotchet cover up over your head. You place your hands on his chest, “You look like a dream, even with these dorky desk lamps on your shirt.”

Pedro scoffs, “It’s Fendi baby and I didn’t have to see your eyes earlier to know you were eye fucking me in my dorky lamp shirt then too.” You shrug a smile on your lips, he definitely wasn’t wrong. There was something about the dumb shirt that still made you want to kiss down his chest, pull off his swim trunks, and ride him. You helped him button it up leaving the first three unbuttoned, just like you both liked. “You look beautiful just like this and we’re eating close by, you don’t have to worry.”

He reaches out taking your hand in his bringing it up to kiss the top of it. “If you say, I hope we have enough time for me to at least try and fix my hair. It’s going to take us thirty minutes just to get there walking,” you mutter as you both fall into step walking down the beach hand in hand.

“It gives us time to further enjoy the scenery, we can walk all the way down the beach until we get to the road to the bungalows. Plus, the sun is starting to set, we’ll get to see as everything starts to die down and as people leave,” Pedro says gesturing to the way others were starting to pack up there things.

You both walk in a peaceful silence. You couldn’t deny you were enjoying the walk like he said. You both would comment here and there about something you would see. Pedro moved his hand from yours to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer to him, you smiled at being nearer to him. The sun was starting to set the beautiful yellow, orange, and purple colors making the ocean seem even more peaceful and calm than before. You stopped a few times when either of you wanted to share a soft kiss. He had your body tingling and you couldn’t wait to get dinner over with so you could enjoy each other.

Once you reached the road, Pedro smiled over at you, “Not so bad huh?”

“Not at all, but I think that took longer than we expected,” you say loving the way his eyes were shining in happiness. He definitely was having as much of a good time as you.

“I think we’ve given enough time for set up,” Pedro says nonchalantly as you make your way to the bungalow you were both staying at. He had chosen the one at the very end that had more beach space in front of it than the others and that had the most space difference between them all.

You took your sunglasses off, quirking an eyebrow, “What do you mean set up?”

Pedro grinned mischievously and shrugged as you both made your way further down the road. You both smiled and nodded as you passed some families or couples renting out the places around you. You were about to ask him again what he meant as you got closer to the bungalow’s pier when your eyes caught the glimpse of lights on the beach.

You paused as you both got closer seeing candles placed in vases leading a pathway down the beach before surround a gazebo that was set up. Your hand went up to your mouth, you felt the familiar prickle of tears in your eyes as you looked over at Pedro who was smiling brightly at you, “Come on princesa, we have a dinner to enjoy.”

You don’t trust you voice as you nod, letting him lead you off the road and onto the beach. The warm night breeze swirled around you both, blowing your hair behind you as you followed Pedro from behind. It seemed surreal, this handsome man leading you by your hand down a candle lit lane to have a beautiful sunset dinner. “Pedro,” you breathed out as you saw the large blanket laid out under the gazebo, fairy lights lit the inside, there was a platter of different fruits laid out on platters, small sandwiches, chocolate covered strawberries, brownies, and a bucket of ice holding a wine bottle.”Y-you planned this?” you asked meeting his eyes.

Pedro smiled as he placed both hands on your cheek pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I told you I was going to ravish you all around.”

“This is beautiful, thank you,” you breathe out and lean up to press your lips against his.

“Anything to see that beautiful smile, baby,” he tells you as he leads you to sit.

He opens up the wine bottle pouring you each a glass as you serve yourselves food on small plates. You chuckle as you see him pile the different fruits on his. He might not eat the healthiest of things but nothing could come in between this man and his berries. Pedro pulled you between his legs, your back pressed against his chest, with your legs crossed and tucked underneath you.

You placed both of your plates beside you, eating with one hand as the other would reach above you to feed Pedro one of his fruits or to give him a bite of a sandwich. You felt like spoiling him after all the work he put in, the set up made you feel like a queen so he deserved to feel like a king.

When you finished eating you leaned back against him, sighing in content. “This has to be one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me, I’m never going to forget this night, “ you admit quietly.

You feel Pedro’s lips start trailing down your neck and you let out a soft sigh, tilting your neck for him, his hand cups your breast through the crotchet material of your cover up, “I can think of a way to make it more memorable princesa.”

“Daddy, if anyone decides to come down the beach they might see us,” you whisper breathlessly. Your heart was starting to race, the warmth in your stomach returning and making its way down between your legs.

“Fuck them if they do, this our area,” Pedro murmurs as he sucks the sweet spot on your neck. You reach behind you running your hand through his curls pulling on them gently as you arch into his touch. “Do you want me to stop baby?”

You shake your head as you pull away to pull the cover up off. You toss it to the side before falling back against his chest and pulling his mouth down yours for a kiss. The kiss starts off soft and gentle before it becomes more desperate and hungry. You pull on his hair to pull his face closer to yours, eliciting a moan from him. His hand finds its way back to your breast, his thumb rubbing your pebbled nipple through the thin material.

You moan running your tongue over his bottom lip begging for entrance pressing yours against his as you both battle for dominance. You can taste the tartness of the wine, the sweet and sourness of the berries on his tongue as you suck on it. He groans pulling away and turning you around to straddle his lap. Your lips meet again and he pulls both of the straps of your swimsuit down, exposing your breasts. You let out a whimper as the cool air hits your warm skin, you felt your nipples harden and Pedro starts kissing down your neck. “So fucking beautiful,” Pedro mumbles as he kisses down your chest. You cry out when his mouth wraps around one of your nipples sucking on it as you grip his shoulders. His other hand kneads the other nipple in between his fingers.

Your eyes close in sweet pleasure as you feel his tongue swirl and the soft pull on the other nipple. Your hips buck against his, feeling the prominent tent in his swim trunks. Pedro switches his hand and mouth continuing his satisfying attack on your breasts. You continue to grind against his hard cock, needing more and more friction. He had lit your body on fire and you needed him to put out the flames.

The more he continued his attack, the graze of his teeth, the hard pull, the more soaked your swimsuit got. His name kept falling from your lips, you didn’t want him to stop, you could care less now if anyone decided to go on a late night walk, all you could think and focus on was Pedro and his mouth and his body and all the things you wanted him to do. “You’re fucking soaked baby, I can feel you soaking my trunks, you want me to fuck you so bad don’t you?”

“Oh fuck yes, please daddy, I need you,” you whimper as he places both hands on you hips, stopping your movements. You pout looking at him pleadingly.

He smirks down at you, “Open,” he commands and you opens your mouth, holding back another moan as he spits in your mouth before bringing his fingers into your mouth coating them, “Can you be a good girl and suck?”

You nod as you swirl your tongue around his fingers, moving your mouth up and down them, you can taste the saltiness from the air and the sweetness of the chocolate covered strawberry on them. You use your tongue on his fingers imagining it was his cock instead.

Pedro’s eyes are dilated and staring down at you hungrily, “Such a good girl, look at you sucking my fingers like they were my cock.” You feel his free hand come down on your ass and you let out a moan at the sweet sting. He repeats the gesture, his hand coming down a little harder with each swat.

If you thought you were wet before you, you knew you were practically gushing now, squirming against his erection, loving how the pain of his hand on your ass felt. You lived for the sting and he knew it, knew the pleasure you found in the pain.

“I don’t even need to touch you to know you’re fucking soaked baby,” Pedro’s voice groaned his voice lower than usual, “You love me spanking you, such a pretty a little princesa.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth he trails his warm hand down the front of your pelvis. “Fuck just as expected.” You whimper as his thumb rubs your clit from outside the swimsuit, bucking up into his hands. “So wet baby.”

He pulls the material to the side before slipping two slick fingers into your warmth. Your cry out, your head falling between his neck and shoulder as he slowly moves them in and out. “Good girl, so wet for daddy, I can’t wait to be deep in your sweet cunt.”

You meet each thrust of his fingers with your own as he picks up his pace, you curse under your breath as he thumb starts rubbing your clit, “Oh daddy….I can’t- I’m so close, please, “ you plead out knowing you weren’t going to last much longer, you were too needy, to full of desire for him.

Pedro gives you another wicked grin as he curls his fingers into the bundles of nerves that he knows really drives you wild, “OH FUCK!” You’re panting against his neck, your grinding becoming more sloppy as he continues his assault of the sweet curl of his fingers and the rubbing of your clit.

“Come for me baby,” Pedro whispers into your ear nipping at it as you fall apart around him. He feels the way your squeeze around his fingers, it not stopping him from continuing the sweet mixture, wanting you to ride out your orgasm. You cry out, both hands gripping his arms tightly, as wave after wave of pleasure hits you.

You look up at him, eyes hooded as you pull him into a deep kiss, your chest heaving still. You felt like you couldn’t breathe from the orgasm that he had just pulled out of you but you wanted more, you needed him and his fingers had not been enough to put out the flames, if anything they just had you more in need for him. Pedro slips his fingers out, pulling away and keeping his gaze on yours as he sucks his fingers, “Mmm sweet as always princesa.” He moves his fingers from his mouth to yours, you suck obediently getting the last of your arousal off his fingers.

You loved him making you taste yourself, you pull back with a pop, meeting his hungry gaze with your own. You start to unbutton his shirt pushing it down his shoulders. You move off his lap and lay down on the blanket as you watch him stand and pull down his swim trunks, releasing his thick length.

You bite your lip watching as he spits into his hand giving his cock a few pumps, your hands trails down your stomach rubbing your clit at the sight of him. You could not get enough of this man, even now after that orgasm or the many orgasms from the past few days, you felt like you couldn’t get enough. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” Pedro asked, eyes dark with lust. He swatted your pussy, a groan escaping your lips as you moved your fingers away, “This is all mine baby.”

“All yours daddy, please take it,” you breath out watching as he kneels in front of you, your body arches off the blanket as you feel him run his cock along your wet slit before pushing himself inside. “Fuck, daddy!”

Pedro moans as he feels your warmth around his cock, the way your tightness clenches around him as he fills you up. He hooks a leg over his shoulder as he lets you adjust to him. Even if he wanted to be gentle, he couldn’t, not with how pretty you looked with your hair splayed out over the blanket or how ravishing the soft glow of the lights and the candles made you looked as you laid naked underneath them. He pulls out before slamming his cock back inside you causing you to call out his name in pleasure.

“Good girl, look at you taking my cock,” Pedro grits out as he slams into your pussy over and over again.

Your fingers dig into the blanket as your loud moans fill the air mixing in with sounds of the waves crashing. Pedro was relentless and the way he was gripping your hips, you knew you’d have probably have bruises in the morning and you loved it, you loved him leaving marks on your body for you to admire the next day. The sweetness and softness of earlier was gone, instead leaving the hard, passionate man in place that had you feeling like you were going to fall apart any second as he kept slamming into your cervix.

“P-Pedro..I’m going to-so close,” you breathe out, eyes clenching shut, Pedro brings your other leg around his shoulder, the new position hitting you in an even sweeter angle. Your nails dig into the blanket as your head falls back and the sweet release rips through your body. “Daddy!”

“Fuck baby I’m so close, going to fill your pretty cunt up,” Pedro curses out as your walls tighten around his cock and he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, watching the way your eyes roll back as each wave of pleasure hits you. He leans down kissing you deeply as his thrust become more rushed as he reaches his own release filling you to the brim with is cum. His pace slows down and he moans out your name pressing his forehead against yours, beads of sweat on both of your bodies.

Pedro wraps his arms around you, rolling you over so you were laying on his chest. You could hear his heart beating fast underneath you, matching your own racing heart. He holds you close to him, kissing your forehead as he hears you catching your breath. “How was that princesa?” he asks a proud smile coming across his face as he could see you trying to pull words together. He loved knowing how frazzled he left you after sex.

You take a deep breath, a lazy smile coming across your face from how relaxed and on cloud nine your body felt, “Definitely a night I’ll never forget.”

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Only For A Moment: July

Summary: A series of shorter one shots from Chris and Whitney’s life together throughout the pandemic. Some happy times, some harder times, some fluff and some things a little more sexy - they work through it all as they try to get settled in their new and blossoming relationship.

Chris Evans x OFC

Part of the Once Bitten/More Hearts series

Only For A Moment: June

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July 2020

Chris was stressed.

It was understandable as he'd just launched his new endeavour - A Starting Point - but it was worrying me how anxious and overwhelmed he seemed to be. The feedback so far had been good, but he was still concerned about how it was going to be received and whether or not people would actually find it useful. He had several long, full days of interviews scheduled to promote it and explain what they hoped to achieve and, after the first week, he was exhausted which made him moody and withdrawn.

It didn't help that Grayson had quickly adjusted to having our undivided attention and was growing increasingly frustrated with his dad's busy schedule. The Friday after the launch, Chris promised him that he'd be done by bedtime so he could tuck him in, but technical difficulties got in the way and he was once again stuck in front of his laptop until well into the evening.

And that was where I found him, at almost nine o'clock, when I went to see if he'd be finished anytime soon. I'd poked my head around the door and saw him sat at his desk with his head in his hands and the sight made my heart ache.  Sneaking up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"Hey," I greeted him softly. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," he assured me, but the sigh that followed told me otherwise. "Just tired. It's been a busy week."

"It has. We've missed you."

My words weren't meant to add guilt to his stress, but I realized my mistake when he winced.

"Sorry," he mumbled, placing a kiss on my arm where it rested across his chest. "I did try to finish early today - I suggested we push the last interview until tomorrow when we hit the connection issues, but they weren't having it. Was Grayson mad that I missed bedtime again?"

"Not mad," I shrugged. "Just a bit disappointed."

Chris' head fell forward and his shoulders stiffened.

"That's worse."

"No, it's not," I insisted, squeezing him tightly. "He was just a little sad, but he got over it. I promised him that you'd do something fun with him when you weren't so busy and he accepted that."

"I was actually thinking of taking him to the museum to see the dinosaur exhibit," Chris admitted. "They just reopened, but he'd have to wear a mask."

"He'd love that," I smiled, knowing how much both of them loved their father and son days. We'd made an effort to give him more one on one time, but it was limiting when we hadn't been able to leave the house much until recently. "And I think he'd be okay with a mask. We can order one and get him to wear it at home for a bit to get used to it."

"Good idea," Chris nodded. "I can do that tomorrow"

"Or I can," I suggested, kissing the side of his head. "You're busy enough at the moment. And you're stressed, I can feel the tension in your shoulders."

Chris sighed again and I felt a pang of sympathy for him.

"I know. This project just means a lot to me. I want it to do well."

"And it is," I reminded him as an idea hit me. "C'mon, I know what you need to help you relax."

"Oh, yeah?" Chris smirked and I rolled my eyes as his mind had clearly gone straight to something dirty. "What would that be?"

"Probably not whatever you're thinking of," I informed him. "But there's some pizza left in the kitchen. Go have a slice of that and then meet me in the bedroom."

"Alright, I like the sound of this."

His smirk had grown and I swatted the back of his head as I slid my arms off of his shoulders.

"Don't be such a perv!"

He laughed and stood up from his chair as I shook my head and he pulled me in for a quick kiss before we headed downstairs and went our separate ways.

-

If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was run the perfect bath for relaxation. It had been my tradition every evening after I'd dropped Gray off at Chris' house - I would pour myself a glass of wine and take a bath, enjoying the opportunity for a long soak without the risk of Grayson interrupting. The bathtub in Chris' en suite made that indulgence even better due to it's size and depth and I'd taken advantage of it several times during our stay with Chris. Which meant that I had quite the assortment of bath salts and bubble bath to create the perfect bath for Chris.

The tub had just finished filling up when he walked in and I heard him chuckle at the sight.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed."

"Oh, shush," I teased, turning around to face him once I'd turned off the taps. "This will be much more effective than whatever you were imagining."

Chris scoffed at that claim, a smirk firmly on his face.

"I disagree."

"I'm sure you do, but that's too bad. Now, strip."

"Ooh, I like it when you're bossy."

His comment earned another roll of my eyes as I crossed my arms and waited for him to do as I'd instructed.

As he did, I couldn't help, but stare. He seemed to be toning up even more during our quarantine and the sight of his perfectly sculpted body took my breath away every time I had the luxury of seeing it. He caught my gaze and colour flooded my cheeks as I knew that he'd seen me gawking at him, but despite the smug look on his face, he made no comment as he climbed into the tub.

Once he was settled with his head resting back on the edge of the tub, I sat down on the closed lid of the toilet and picked my phone up from where it was sitting on the counter. I unlocked the screen with the intention of replying to my mother who had messaged me while I was getting the bath ready, but a giggle slipped from my lips when I saw what was already open on my phone from earlier that day. Chris raised a questioning eyebrow and I debated whether or not to tell him about it. It had the potential to send his stress levels sky rocketing again, but if he thought I was hiding something from him, it would probably irritate him and ruin his mood anyway so I came clean.

"Hannah sent me a link to an Instagram account today that posts lots of gossip stuff," I informed him. "Most of it seems to be just random submissions, but they've been right a few times, I guess, so people seem to believe whatever they say now."

"And why did she send you a link to it?"

"Because apparently you're engaged."

I was smiling as I broke the news to him because obviously I knew it wasn't true, but Chris let out a groan of annoyance.

"Engaged to who?! To you?"

"No, to a mysterious blonde. Apparently, the person who sent in the message has a friend who spotted you picking up some takeout with this woman. Her ring was clearly on display and you were openly affectionate with her while you waited for your food."

"That's just a straight up lie," Chris huffed. "I don't know why people waste their time making this shit up and I really don't know why you bother reading it."

"It's not like I seek it out, but Hannah finds it entertaining to see what people are saying about us," I shrugged. "You have to admit that it's kinda funny. It sends everyone into such a frenzy."

Chris shot me a look.

"Funny isn't the word I'd use."

"C'mon, it's a little amusing!" I smiled, scrolling down to the comments. "Like, look, they're discussing whether or not I fit the description in case I just dyed my hair blonde. But then someone else says they saw me in L.A. two weeks ago, around the time you were with the blonde woman, so it couldn't possibly be me. They're like little detectives."

Chris rolled his eyes, but there was a reluctant smile on his face.

"Detectives aren't allowed to just make things up," he pointed out. "Unless you took a secret trip a few weeks ago that I didn't know about."

"No, I didn't," I laughed. "You have some very creative fans."

"I don't think it's my fans who write that stuff. It's probably other people trying to antagonize them."

"Well, it works like a charm. They go nuts trying to decide if it's true. I just wish they wouldn't get so mean about it sometimes," I admitted. "Like, some of them were saying how glad they were that you'd moved on from me finally because of how cruel it is that I ruined your life by trapping you with a baby."

The scowl on Chris' face instantly returned with that additional information and I scolded myself for saying it.

"I should have let Downey sue them all like he wanted to when it first leaked that you were pregnant," Chris huffed. "Then maybe by now these gossip pages would know better than to post shit about us."

"It would have just made things worse," I insisted as a smirk slid onto my face. "Besides, it doesn't really bother me. I'm the one sitting next to you while you lounge completely naked in a bubble bath while they spiral into a jealous pit of despair."

That comment earned me a laugh before he sat up a bit higher in the tub.

"Why are you sitting over there anyway?" He asked. "Get in here with me."

I smiled at his demand, but shook my head.

"This isn't supposed to be a sexy bath. You're supposed to be relaxing."

"And what better way to relax than to share a bath with the woman I love?"

A statement like that was hard to resist, especially as he grinned up at me from the tub with that amazing smile of his. I relented with surprisingly little resistance and rose from where I was sitting.

"I suppose that's fair..."

Putting my phone back on the counter, I turned so my back was to Chris. I could feel his eyes burning into me as he stared and I bit back a smirk. I quickly undid the button on the shorts I was wearing and slid them down my legs, bending at the waist as I stepped out of them. A noise of approval came from behind me as I stood up again and I shot him what I hoped was a sexy look over my shoulder before I pulled my shirt over my head. After slipping out of my bra and quickly pulling off my panties, I left them with my shorts and turned around with one hand over my chest to keep it covered until I was settled in the tub under all the bubbles.

"Wow," Chris grinned. "You're so fuckin' hot."

I giggled at his compliment, feeling a wave of self-confidence from my little strip tease.

For the past few weeks I'd been spending more time in Chris' home gym and I was feeling the positive side effects - more than just in my slowly developing muscle tone. We'd had a fight one night not long after our first pool day when I made some self-deprecating comments that rubbed Chris the wrong way. He scolded me rather harshly for always talking badly about my body and, while at first his exasperated reaction made me shut down, it eventually led to a very open conversation.

I explained that I wasn't just fishing for compliments all the time. I had some serious insecurities and - as analyzed by Hannah who was a very well trained psychologist - I tended to put myself down first before someone else could do it. I informed him that it wasn't just the body changes that come from pregnancy that bothered me, but the fact that I hadn't had much time to go to the gym since Gray was born - when he was with me, I was busy with him and when he was with Chris, I was busy with work.

He understood where I was coming from and reminded me that his home gym was available for my use any time I wanted, but insisted that I make sure I was doing it for the right reasons. He didn't want me killing myself to change how I looked when I didn't really need to, but I assured him that my motivations weren't all vanity related. Sure, I wanted to look good, but I missed feeling strong and healthy.

After our conversation, I’d started taking some time every day to get some exercise and the difference it was making to my confidence even after a few short weeks was huge. So, hearing Chris' praise now made me feel wonderful because I was actually starting to believe it.

"Thanks," I smiled in response to his compliment as I got settled in the bath tub. We were facing each other, my legs draped over his thighs so my feet were resting by his hips and my bum was between his shins. He grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together as he watched me with what could only be described as an adoring look. "It's amazing what a few weeks at the gym can do."

"Helps that you were pretty hot to start with too," he teased. "But I'm glad you're feeling more confident."

"Me too." I leaned forward to press a soft kiss on his lips. "So, are you feeling more relaxed?"

"I am," Chris nodded before letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry I've been so stressed out lately. I just want this whole thing to go well."

"And it is," I repeated my earlier assurance. "So far you've had a great reaction."

"For now," he frowned. "I just want people to actually use it and get involved."

"They will," I assured him, leaning in for another kiss. "Have I told you how proud I am of you? You're doing such a great thing, using your influence to try and make a difference. It's very inspiring."

"Well, I think you're too kind," he told me, trying to be humble despite the proud grin on his face. "Really, it's the least I can do."

"Nope, the least you could do is nothing," I pointed out. "But you're trying to help people and I'm so proud of you for that. I'm grateful that Grayson has a dad like you to look up to."

It appeared - for a brief moment - that Chris' eyes grew a little bit glassy, but he blinked a few times and they were clear once again.

"Thanks, Winnie." He paused to clear his throat. "That really means a lot and I'm sorry I've been so busy this week. I have one more podcast interview to do tomorrow morning and then I have a few days off."

"I'm glad you'll get a break, but you don't need to be sorry," I assured him. "Even though it has been kinda weird. It's crazy that a few months ago, we only ever saw each other in passing, but now I miss you when you're busy for even a few hours."

It was true. I had missed him the last few days and it did seem ridiculous when we used to go weeks without seeing each other and even then it was just briefly at a pick up or drop off. I'd been spoiled the last few months, having so much of his time. Now, seeing him every day wasn't even enough if I didn't have much of his undivided attention.

A brief flash of dread tore through me as I shared that thought with Chris because I knew this would all come to an end some day. We couldn't stay locked away in his house forever, eventually we would both have to go back to work and I knew it would make things harder. Some people found that the intense quality time was testing their relationship, but I was worried that we'd start to crumble as soon as we weren't together almost twenty-four hours a day. Once the world of Hollywood got it's claws back in Chris, I couldn't help but wonder where that would leave me.

But as always when those thoughts filled my mind, I did my best to push them away. It was likely still months before anything would change so there was no point in stressing about it now and Chris chuckled, bringing me back to the moment.

"Awe, you’ve missed me?"

His words were accompanied by a cocky smirk and I smiled despite my rolling eyes.

"Shut up."

"It's sweet. I never thought you'd be a clingy kinda girlfriend."

I wrinkled my nose in displeasure at that thought and shook my head.

"I'm not clingy!"

"Kinda sounds like you are," he pointed out. "Can't even get through a work day without pining for me."

"I wasn't pining!" I huffed, but he continued insisting that it seemed like I was. "Well, I was just about to suggest we get out of this bath, but now I think maybe you don't deserve what I was thinking of doing next."

"Get out? You just got in," Chris pointed out with a raised eyebrow. "What else have you got planned?"

Now it was my turn to smirk as I rested my hands on the side of the tub before pushing up until I was standing in front of him.

"A little extra relaxation," I told him, deliberately keeping it vague. "But I guess now, you'll never know."

I stepped out of the tub and grabbed my towel. With one last glance back at Chris who was still sitting in the bath, looking a mix of surprised and intrigued, I wrapped the towel around myself and left the bathroom - making sure to sway my hips a little more than usual on my way out.

I heard the water slosh as Chris leapt up to follow me and he appeared in the bedroom - towel around his waist and water dripping to the floor - moments later.

"Chris!" I laughed. "You're getting the floor all wet!"

"So are you," he pointed out. "But I don't care."

I hardly had time to take in his words before he strode swiftly across the room and pulled me against his chest. His hands gripped my hips so tightly that it undid my towel and he moved just briefly enough for it to fall to the floor. Once that was out of the way, he captured my lips in a kiss so fierce it made my breath catch in my chest.

I indulged for a moment, enjoying the feel of his hands roaming by body as his lips worked against mine, but then I remembered who this evening was supposed to be about. I pulled back slightly, just enough to trail my lips across his jaw and locked them onto a spot just below his ear as my hands moved to the towel around his waist. I could feel a slight bulge pressing against me - he wasn't hard yet, but it was clear that the anticipation was having an effect on him - and I untucked the towel and let it fall down with mine to give me easier access.

I heard Chris take in a shaky breath and felt him tighten his grip on me as I took him in my hand. Smiling against his skin and enjoying his little reactions, I stroked him until he was thick and full from my touch.

"Get on the bed."

Chris' tone was demanding and there was definitely a part of me that wanted to follow his instructions, but I resisted and moved my face away from where it was buried in his neck, shaking my head.

"No, this is all about you," I reminded him. "You need to relax."

He voiced a few protests as I kissed my way down his chest, but he fell silent as I dropped to my knees in front of him. His hands were clenched in fists by his side while I continued to gently stroke him, placing soft kisses on the top of his thigh, but when my kisses moved closer until my lips landed on his cock, his hands shot to grip in my hair. He wasn't forcing anything or trying to control my movements, but the sense of control that action gave him was something I knew he enjoyed and I smiled before getting down to business.

I licked him slowly from base to tip, making him shudder as I took him into my mouth. His hips twitched, pushing farther in and I did my best to accommodate him. Letting him slide slowly over my tongue, I stretched my jaw to get my mouth around his thick shaft. He always felt big - he was big - but this action made it even more apparent and I took as much of him as I could before sliding back up his cock.

Pausing for a moment to suck at the tip, I used my hand to stroke him as I lifted my eyes to look up at his face. His hand gripped my hair tighter as he threw his head back briefly, then returned his gaze to me and met my eyes. I smiled around his cock before letting my lips move farther down, taking him back in my mouth. Not feeling completely confident in my ability to deep throat someone of his size, I used my hand to cover the base and began to bob my head with renewed enthusiasm, spurred on by all the sighs and groans that were falling from his lips.

I could feel myself growing wet. His reactions, the position we were in, the slight tug of my hair - it was all overwhelming me and increasing the temptation to let him fall from my mouth, push him onto the bed and ride him until we both couldn't take it anymore, but I tried to stay focused as I worked his cock.

After a few minutes, I could tell he was getting close as his grip on my head began leading me more and more, a sign his self control was waning. That only spurred me on, but as his breathing shifted until he was practically panting and I could feel his thigh muscles tensing where my hand was resting, I heard a sound that would kill any mood.

"Mama!"

Grayson's voice floated down the stairs. It was distant and quiet, but enough to make my blood run cold as I instantly pulled my mouth off Chris.

"Fuck," Chris groaned, a pained look on his face as I shot up from where I was kneeling. "Fuck, that kid has bad timing."

Gray called for me again, sounding slightly closer than he had before and I threw on one of Chris' shirts that was crumpled up on the bed. Luckily, it fit me like a dress and covered everything that needed to be covered.

"I'm so sorry, babe," I flashed him an apologetic look. "I'll take care of him and you can take care of that."

I gestured to his still very hard and throbbing cock and the poor man looked like he wanted to cry as I hurried out of the room.

Turns out, Grayson was just thirsty so after a quick drink of water, I tucked him back into bed. By the time I returned to our bedroom, Chris was fast asleep as he lay sprawled out, still naked on top of the duvet. It looked as if he had just collapsed onto the bed and even though he was asleep, his face still showed his exhaustion. I felt a flash of sympathy as I pulled the blanket off the back of the chair in the corner of the room and covered him up with it, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before climbing in to my side of the bed.

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August

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๛Struggling

Gif by @minyoongihoseok

Pairing: Poly!BTS x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: hardcore fluff, slight swearing

Words: 3400+

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๛匕he one where she struggles with money∙ꨄ

"What do you mean, you can't pay me this month?" You asked angrily, as you drove your hands through your hair.

"I am sorry, but what should I do? Rents are high these days. If I don't pay..." Your boss tried to defended himself with the same excuses he had given you before.

"Rents are hight? Are you serious right now?" You interrupted him quickly, getting angrier with every word he said. "What do you think I pay my rent with? Paperclips and stones? I need this money or else I have to quit my apartment. We have a contract. You have to pay me, please!"

Times were hard these days. The pandemic had hit the country hard, but aftermath was even worse. Most people were still too afraid to go out onto the streets, rather staying home and shopping online for everything, which causes you a big problem.

For years you had worked in a small bakery, that was known for their extravagant pastries and specialities. The pay wasn't much, but you loved your creative job.

Seeing people smiling when they see their wedding cake for the first time, was one of the best thing coming along with you job, but with no weddings allowed, there was no one to buy those expensive cakes. And the few people buying small cupcakes wasn't enough for keeping the business alive.

Of course you knew that your boss's hands were tight, as well as yours. He had to pay his rent, but so did you.

"I am so sorry." He said again, sounding almost sad. "But I can't give you this money. We made almost zero sales this month. My pockets are empty. I already need to take my own, private money to save the shop, or else I can close next month."

You closed your eyes, as your hands were gripping the armrest of the chair you were sitting on. You weren't the type to yell or scream at people when things didn't go the way you like it, but this time, you just wished to yell out all your frustration at him.

Everything came together at this point, which made it hard for you to keep calm.

You hadn't seen your boyfriends in over 3 weeks, because they were stuck in quarantine at home after coming back from a project filming abroad.

Then, your period had started unannounced this morning, causing you a ruined trouser and cramps, along with a heavy headache.

And now it seemed like you even would be homeless next month, because you weren't able to afford your rent.

You pressed you eyes closer together, trying to hold back the swelling tears.

"Maybe you have someone who could borrow...." You boss began again, but you didn't want to head what he was about to say.

Making depts was the last thing you wanted to make. You mother had always raised you to earn your own money, and pay for the thing you want to have yourself.

Asking someone for money would lead you to asking for more and more and more, until you can't pay that someone back. The same situation you were stuck in now.

"It's okay." You said quietly. "I will find a solution. Have a nice weekend."

You bent down, grabbing for you bag and leaving the small office, heading straight back home.

The next morning was hard for you. The letter lying in your mailbox in evening wasn't helping to cheer up your mood. You landlord was getting more and more impatient, waiting for his rent to be paid. You were already 3 weeks late with you rent, and slowly he was running out of sympathy.

The words he wrote held you up from sleep the whole night, causing you to desperately think about a solution for this problem:

"...termination without notice if the rent is not be paid within the next two weeks..."

You had cried a lot this last night. Never in you life you had thought that you would end up like this, broke and desperate. You even had considered to jump over your pride and ask your boyfriends, who clearly had enough money, to help you out. But you quickly threw away this option, not wanting to use them because of their money.

With no other option left, you found yourself sitting on your laptop, checking you bank account. Of course you never spend all your money all at once. You had laid back a certain amount of money, your life savings, that you had sworn to never touch.

This money was so important for you, because it was meant to be spend into your future. A future that included your boyfriends, a own house, a car.....children.

Of course, you knew that each of your boyfriends were millionaires, multiplied with 7.

If you wanted, you would never have to go to work ever again. With their money, they could probably buy you 10 houses, 9 cars, 5 horses, a plane and everything you could ever wish for.

But that had never been your goal in life. You didn't want them to pay everything for you. They had own dreams, and each of them had worked hard to earn this much money. You couldn't and you wouldn't take advantages of that.

"Fuck." You whispered, as your head sunk onto the table you were sitting on.

By now, you couldn't hold back your tears anymore.

You computer screen showed your online bank account, listing the accounts you had created years agon. Among them the one that was your last chance to not be homeless soon:

Life Savings.

As you clicked on the link, a new window opened on your screen, showing you all the amount of money you had saved.

4,516 $

You stared at this number. Of course, this didn't sound too much in the first moment, but you were still young, and with 4000$ you would easily come through another 4 months, even more if you would be economical.

The tears were still running down your plump cheeks, rolling over your chin and staining your blue shirt. You didn't want to do that at all, but you had no other choice.

The only person you would have been brave enough to ask for help, was your mom. Sadly, she died 5 years ago, with all her bereaved money spent for the hospital bills and the funeral.

You sighed heavily. There was no going back now. You would transfer the money to your landlord today, before he could kick you out.

You were about to click the small 'Transfers' button, when suddenly your doorbell rang. You flinched heavily when the loud noise rang through you ear, obviously not expecting someone today.

You stood up and walked out of your bedroom, over to the front door.

Immediately when you opened the door, a bouquet of red roses blocked your view. You let out a small shriek, when the red flowers sunk down, revealing a familiar face behind it.

"Hello." Jimin flashed you his beautiful smile, before he pushed the flowers into Namjoon's arms, stepping forward and lifting you into his arms.

"Oh my god." You breathed out as you broke away from you paralysis. You wrapped your arms highly around the silver haired boy, who was still hugging you. "You are here."

"Jimin, don't break her." You heard Yoongi's deep voice from behind. "We still need her."

He tugged Jimin's shirt, until he let you down onto the floor, pouting as he had to pull away from you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your nose one last time, before the next boy stepped forward.

Their very presence was enough for you to calm down from the past stressing days. Having them squeezing you in their arms, kissing you all over your face made you feel so loved and invulnerable in the moment.

"May we step in?" Jin asked as he pulled away from you.

Still overwhelmed from their sudden visit, you looked at him confused. He gestured his hand into your apartment. You quickly stepped away from the doorway, letting them step inside.

"Are you okay, Jagiya (Honey)? You look a little bit pale." Jungkook asked as he stepped in front of you.

He lifted his hand up towards your forehead, feeling if you had a fever. But your skin felt cold under his touch.

"I am just – I am just surprise that you...." You began to stutter as they all stared at you.

They could tell that something was up with you. Being together for almost 3 years now, they knew that you would began to slightly stutter when you try to hide something. So you had to think about an excuse, before one of them would ask more questions.

"What are you even doing here?" Was the first thing that came into your mind. "Shouldn't you be in quarantine or something?"

"Silly Jagiya." Jungkook laughed as he cupped your face into his big, manly (and now tattooed) hands, pressing a wet kiss onto your nose. "Three weeks are over. We can leave the dorm again, so we decided to surprise you!"

The boys quickly let go of your strange behaviour. You all went into your living room where Hoseok and Tae were already pulling out your sofa, that way you would all fit on it. As soon as they placed the cushions back onto the sofa, you were lifted from the ground a thrown onto it.

"Hey!" You laughed and giggled as Jimin crawled over you.

He laid his much heavier body onto your smaller one, trapping you under him. He grabbed for you wrists, pulling them up over your head, where he pinned them down onto the soft fabric. With his mouth, he placed a line of kisses from your collarbone up to your ear.

"I missed you so much." He whispered as he nibbled the sensitive skin of your ear. "I thought about you a lot during quarantine, Sweetie."

You knew what he wanted from you. As Namjoon once said, Jimin needed indeed a lot of love and attention, but you loved to give it to him. Sadly, you had to disappoint him this time.

He was already pulling and tugging on your shirt, when you brought your mouth up to his ear.

"I am on my period." You whispered in that sexy voice you knew he normally loved.

He pulled away from you, looking into your eyes deeply.

"Are you serious?" He whined as he let go of your arms.

You were already laughing hard when the other finally came from the kitchen with snacks and drinks in their hands.

"What are you laughing at, Jagyia?" Tae asked as he plopped down next to you. "And why is he already pouting?"

He gestured for Jimin, who had crawled off of you, and was now lying beside you, hiding his face in your chest as you drove your fingers through his soft hair.

"She is being mean." He mumbled against your chest. "Stacking me three weeks in quarantine, with no one to care for me, and now that I have the chance to finally love my girlfriend again, she is one her period. You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"We had phone sex almost ever day." You laughed at him as you pressed a kiss into his hair.

"But this isn't the same." He still whined. "And we hadn't had sex yesterday. So you can't say every day. And beside, sex over the phone isn't the same..."

You sighed at his words. You forgot to call them the previous evening, because of all the stress going on with your work and apartment.

"I am sorry." You said, as you threw your head back into the soft cushions. "I was just so stressed with work and stuff."

"Is everything okay with work?" Yoongi asked as he took your hand. "It must be hard for you when no weddings are allowed."

For a moment, your thought about telling them about the trouble your boss had with keeping the business going, but you decided to not bother them with your problems. They had enough stress with their band.

"Yes, yes, Everything is fine." You quickly tried brushed his concerns off. "We have a lot of pre orderings and stuff."

The topic quickly changed. The boys told you everything they did while stuck up in quarantine. They had used the time to work on their new album, which they wanted to do on their own. They told you how recording and producing was going.

"Hey, Aein (Sweetheart)?" Namjoon suddenly spoke up. You lifted your head from Hoseok's chest to look up at him. "Have you seen my green shirt by any chance? I couldn't find it anywhere at the dorm."

"Oh yes." You quickly said. "You forgot it the evening before you left. I washed and folded it on my desk. You can get it."

He nodded and got up from the sofa to walk up towards you bedroom. The other boys meanwhile where swarming about the evening before they left for America three weeks ago, complaining how bad they need you.

ꕀ

Namjoon had reached your bedroom door quickly.

He pushed it open and stepped inside. Immediately, he smiled when he saw your tidy bedroom. You have always been an organized person, which he admired, because he absolutely wasn't able to hold his room at home tidy.

He looked around, and spotted his green shirt, carefully folded on the table next to your laptop. He passed your bed and was about to reach his hand out for the piece of fabric, when his eyes fell onto the sheet of paper lying onto your desk.

He didn't want to invade your privacy, but the headline of the sheet caught his attention.

"Admonition: Pay your rent." Was written at the top of the paper.

His eyebrows cocked up. You didn't mention to them that you were laid with paying your rent this month. Normally, you didn't keep any secrets from each other.

He quickly read over the text. It seemed like you not only forgot to pay your rent, but you had delayed the day of paying several times. His eyes shifted over to your laptop, that was still opened up from when you were earlier working on it.

He entered the password, and the window of your bank account popped open. He saw which account you had opened, and it shocked him. He knew about your life savings, and he was slowly combining the figures.

You sometimes had mentioned that you didn't eared much money with your job, but you had never before complained about being not able to pay for your rent. Why would you take your life saving, instead of asking one of the boys or him for help? They would always help you out.

He stood up from the desk and walked towards the door. He quickly had to ask you about the rent topic, before you would do something you will regret later.

"Aein!" He called from the doorway. "Can you come here for a second, please?"

He waited for you to finally reach the room. Confused, you looked at your tall boyfriend sitting on your bed, looking kind of nervous and worried.

"Are you okay?" You asked, suddenly being pretty nervous yourself.

He didn't answer, instead, he gestured for you to take a place next to him on the bed. You made your way up,, and let your body sink down next to his. From this position, your gaze fell onto your desk. A flash of shock hit your body. Had he read the letter? What if he saw your bank account? What....

"I – ehm – I just want to say that I didn't want to invade your privacy. It was an accident." He said, as he took your hand, looking deep into your eyes. "But I saw the letter lying on your table. Are you having trouble with paying your rent? You know we would ever...."

"No, I am fine." You quickly said, not wanting to hear what he was about to say. "My boss is just a little bit late with my payment. But it will eventually arrive within the next days."

He looked at you intensely, knowing that you were lying because he saw your bank account. He sighed, and pulled you over from your spot onto his lap. Immediately, your arms wrap around his neck, nuzzling your nose into his neck. His apple scent was overwhelming your nose.

"Aein." He said quietly while stroking your back in small circles. "Why are you lying to me? You know that I, that we, would always help you out. I saw on your computer that you were about to take the money from your life savings. Why would you do that instead of asking one of us?"

By now, you couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Not only had you lied to your boyfriends, you also had to admit yourself that you had problems that you couldn't solve on your own. You hugged him tighter, sobbing quietly into his neck.

Namjoon didn't say anything, he just rocked you gently back and forth, rubbing small circles on your back. He wanted to give you the time to tell him by your own. After a few minutes, you finally pulled away from the soft skin of his neck, eyes puffy and red.

"I – I don't – I am sorry." You sobbed even more, not being able to say the words. This was a really big deal for you. "I just don't you to think that I need your money to survive and - and I didn't want to have any depts. So I thought I – I could use some money from my life saving to bridge over this month."

You looked at your hands in your lap, fiddling with the sleeve of Namjoon's shirt.

"Look at me." He said, as he lifted you face by your chin. "Did one of us make you ever feel like you were dependent from us?"

You shook your head slightly, without hesitation.

"Did one of us make you ever feel judged when you had problems?"

You shook your head again.

"Did one of us denied you any help once, when you needed it?"

"No." You whispered.

He pressed a kiss onto your forehead. He then placed his left arm under your kneecap and his right arm under your back to lift you up in his arms. As he began to walk out of your room, you wrapped your arms once again around his neck.

When the two of you reached the living room, all the other heads shot up from the TV.

"Where have you been so long?" Jin asked as he shoved a hand full of crisps into his mouth.

When they saw your puffy eyes, they all immediately knew that your had been crying. Namjoon sat down onto the sofa, letting go of you, as another pair of strong arms were already wrapped around your body from behind.

"What happened?" You heard Jungkook whispering in your ear from behind, as he placed small kisses all around your ear.

You hesitated for a moment. Then looking up at Namjoon, who gestured for you to tell them, by lying his hand on your knee.

Carefully, you told your boyfriends about the financial problems your had. You told them about your work and your boss not being able to pay your payment in time, so you could pay your rent in time. You told them about you not being brave enough to ask someone for help, because you were embarrassed.

The boys listened carefully, as you spoke.

"But Jagyia." Jimin had crawled up beside you. "We are together. You have to tell us everything that is on your mind. We would never reject you, you know?"

"I know." You laughed slightly as you kissed his plump lips, that were just inches away from yours. "I am sorry. I thought I can just bridge this month."

"You are so silly sometimes." Jin suddenly said, as he bent forward to grab your arms pulling you along with him as he threw himself backwards onto the sofa. "I want you to trust us with everything that bothers you. We want you to be happy."

The eighth of you kept talking a little while longer, until you heard the words:

"Maybe paying rent is not necessary anymore, because there actually is something we wanted to ask you for quite a long time now."

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I think this one is pretty cute.

What do you think is the question at the end? I thin it is pretty obvious. Lol.

Mꨄ

[yoshkeii]

𝟹𝚛𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 | 𝟹𝟻𝟶+ 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝

࿐ character: Nobuyuki Kai, Tsukishima Kei, Shouhei Fukunaga 

࿐ prompt: 3) “You keep staring at me.” 7) “You’re safe now. Breathe.” 9) "Please never do that again."

࿐ type: imagine

࿐ requested by: anon for my 350+ event.

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ tw: panic attack (on Kai’s part.)

⌦ slightly suggestive?? on Fukunaga’s part- (its just.. thighs...)

⌦ ‘for the event, could I request an imagine with the dialogue prompts, 7, 9, and 3, with the characters Kai, Tsukishima, and Fukunaga? male pronouns‘

A/N: writing for characters i haven’t yet makes me have to use my brain to be original but its a fun process lmao- also hopefully i portrayed the panic attack for Kai’s part okay. Ive had some personally but they are really hard to explain for me. 

𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 / “𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎.”

Being the fifth 1st year on the Karasuno team, you really found it hard to fit in and communicate with the others. Adding on with not being in the main set or switched out often. During practice you mainly look different.

Often taking off some piercings you had that would make stuff difficult to play in, often just having the classic small earrings on. Your h/c hair being slightly longer than most boys, often tying it up into a half-up french twist during practice while you left it down during school hours to hide your piercings from attention.

After another rough afternoon of practice, you slumped down against a wall sighing in relief as you shut your eyes. Sweat dripping down your face, “another tough.. practice” you heaved softly to yourself. Sitting there silently you just listened to the idle chatter of the other members and the squeaking of rubber on the hard floor. Flinching at the sudden cheer of your name from Yamaguchi, you opened your eyes to see him with Tsukishima aside of him.

“Hurry up y/n! Tsuki’s gonna leave ya if you don’t!!”

“A-ah shit! M-my bad, Tadashi-” 

Quickly standing up you jogged over towards the two, already having your bag in hand. “Sorry about that..” you sighed, “..today was just really tiring..”

“It’s fine! Today was pretty tough than usual” Yams replied reassuringly.

As you three left practice you walked each other home, it often went like this. You and Yams bickering about your interests and what happened throughout your day, while Tsukishima just listened. Usually butting in with a retort or a salty joke at one of you. But as the distance grew close, Yamaguchi left first home. Tsukishima second. Then leaving you to walk home alone which wasn’t very far from his house luckily. But this time... he’s walking you home first, claiming he wanted to talk a little longer with you, oddly enough to hear.

Agreeing reluctantly, you both walked down the road towards your house.

“You said you wanted to.. talk right?” You looked up at the short-haired blond, head tilting to the side. “..but you’re oddly quiet now! What’s up with that-”

“Nothing in particular idiot.” 

“Is that so Kei?” “You’re so weird sometimes yknow that”

“Same goes to you piercing-boy.”

You stuck your tongue at him, revealing a silver ball on your tongue. How- How has it not caught that sooner? Has it always been there? He just stared intently at it then you, back and forth as you continued to talk about whatever... comeback you had. Was it a comeback? Or were you just talking. He didn’t fucking know at this point. His mind clouded with whatever.. thoughts he had. Before the soft raising of your voice snapped him out of them,

“..Kei! What’s up with you- You just keep staring at me? Are you not feeling well or sumn’??” you questioned, eyes squinting at him.

“N-no.. I’m f-fine..” Tsukishima stuttered.

“Hey!! You stuttered! That’s not the Kei I know-”

“I didn’t stutter- Now shut up dumbass-”

𝙺𝚊𝚒 / “𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎.”

It was finals week. Having less time to relax and have fun, you were here stressing out in your room. Sitting at your desk with a laptop, notebooks, textbooks, everything. You needed to pass. You needed too, this being your last year at Nekoma made it your last stretch.

Letting out a deep sigh as you slammed your head on your desk, the books and paper lightly cushioning the harsh contact. You were so stressed. Overwhelmed. The stabbing thoughts of being a disappointment stabbed your mind, heart, and even soul. You were scared of it. Deciding to get some fresh air, you got up and started to leave your room. As each step was taken, your legs felt like jello. Not solid. Worrying yourself, you grabbed the doorway as you swung the door open. Standing there for moment, everything felt weird... You felt weird.

You didn’t know what was happening. Your mind was too hazy. Clustered with confusing thoughts. 

Collapsing onto the floor, your knees roughly meeting the hardwood floor possibly bruising them. Struggling to regain your breaths from the hyperventilation, you had no luck. Grasping at your shirt for closure. You just kneeled on the floor.

Not noticing the front door opening from down the hall, the sudden bag drop. And the surprising warmth of Kai’s hands met yours and your face. Hot tears dripping down your face as your body continuously changed from hot to cold. Not being able to understand the words slipping out of the vice-captain’s mouth, he quickly took note and engulfed your body into his. Arms securing comfort around your back as he started to massage your scalp.

Releasing your trembling hands from your shirt, you slowly grasped your boyfriend’s jersey. Chin resting on his shoulder as he whispered reassurances and comfort to you, the tears dripping down your face didn’t stop. But you had shortly stop hyperventilating, having uneasy shaky breaths still. Hearing the particular words slip past Kai’s lips, 

“You’re safe now. Breathe. Baby please...”

𝙵𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚊 / “𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.”

Having Fukunaga as a boyfriend is really really nice- His personality and yours meshing well together, his presence is really comforting oddly enough. Even if its just him and you sitting in silence together in your shared space or him spitting out jokes he thinks out of the top of his head in any moment- It never fails to make you laugh or feel uncomfortable, and that means the world to him.

But as of now, your flustered expression only made the short-haired male look up at his boyfriend with a dorky expression... inbetween his lover’s thighs. His cheeks slightly squished as he lightly pushed your thighs with his hands that were on the sides. The silly grin on his face only made your face flushed up more, never really thinking Fukunaga would be.. kinda a thigh man.

You were just insecure about them. But he proved you wrong in the most adorable way. His dorky face being squished lightly inbetween them as he giggled softly are your expression.

“My lil’prince is flustered~” he cooed, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh, earning a squeak from you.

Fukunaga gazed up at you, his eyes glittering at the cute noise you let out. He kissed you again in the same area, retrieving the same noise but with a few more words.

“S-shou! Stop that!! Y-you I’m pretty ticklish babe-” You angrily muttered, your rosy face making you look soft more than angry.

Without a reply coming from him, he did it again. 

“I s-swear to g o d, S-Shouhei..!! Please never.. do that again..” you muttered, the deepened color of flush on your face signaled it was a lie.

“..not even in be-” before Fukunaga could finish his snarky reply, you shoved a pillow on his face.

“SHOUHEI NO-”

[marveloussupernerd]

Packing - TsukiYama

Hello ! Midterms finally ended and I am just: suffering. But I wanted to put something out and this came into my brain the other day

Warnings: Tsukki swears bc it’s Tsukki

Summary: Tsukishima & Yamaguchi have a fight. Swear it isn’t too much angst and you won’t be like depressed by the end (this takes place in the future btw)

“Tsukki, I’m home!” Yamaguchi yelled as he walked through the front door, shutting it behind him and slipping off his jacket to hang it in the closet.

Tsukki bounded down the stairs of their shared home to meet his fiancée at the door. “Missed you.” He pulled Yams into a hug. “How was your day at work?”

“Eh,” He shrugged. “It was fine. It wasn’t the best Thursday I’ve ever had.” His eyes lit up. “Hey! Do you have any plans this weekend? Practices or work meetings or anything?”

Tsukki paused to think. “Believe it or not, I’m actually completely free. Why? Hinata wants to go on another double date?”

Yamaguchi rolled his eyes, pushing the taller man playfully. “Noooo. I just wanted to spend time with you. Without having to be stressed about anything.”

“Not even wedding planning?”

Yamaguchi motioned that he was zipping his lips. “I won’t even say a thing about wedding planning this weekend. Just some chill time for us. I think it’ll be nice.”

“Does sound nice.”

Yamaguchi tilted his head up slightly to kiss his fiancée on the lips, then bounded up the stairs, calling “I’m gonna get changed real quick!” as he did so. All Tsukki could do was shake his head and laugh at how cute he was.

Yamaguchi took off his dress clothes, absolutely wiped out and more than happy to get out of the itchy collar of his shirt. He went to throw the shirt into the hamper, only to see it still missing. “Tsukki!” He called. “Did you get the clothes washed today?”

“Huh?” His fiancée called back from downstairs. “Oh, shit I forgot. I’m sorry.”

He froze. Damn. He was running out of dress clothes to wear to work. He had things, just not anything he liked wearing, not anything comfortable. It was unfortunate.

Tsukki bounded up the steps, making Yamaguchi jump with his voice so nearby. “I don’t think you heard me. I forgot, I’m sorry Yams.”

Yamaguchi glanced towards the man now standing in the doorway and took a deep breath. This really wasn’t the end of the world, just today being so bad at work made things seem worse than they were. “It’s okay!” He cheered back. “If you put the laundry bag in my car I can do it after work tomorrow.”

“No! I can still do it. I just forgot today. I’m sorry.” Tsukki was scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. It clearly hadn’t even crossed his mind.

“No, don’t worry about it.”

“But I can-“

Yamaguchi chuckled slightly. It was... slightly off. Was he getting irritated? Not even he could tell. “I mean, you were supposed to do it Tuesday, then forgot. Then Wednesday. Then today. Just let me do it? I’m running out of nice shirts to wear to work.”

“I’m sorry Yams. I genuinely forgot,” Tsukki frowned, making his way over to the other boy.

“No, it’s not your fault. I have to do laundry way more often than you. In fact, we can just split it up so I do my own and you do your own? That way you don’t have to go more often than you need to.”

He frowned even harder. “No-“

“It’s okay.” Yamaguchi forced a smile. “I understand wanting to be independent. Yeah. Let’s do that.”

He left the room without another word, leaving Tsukishima speechless in their bedroom. What just happened? It felt like this was a step back.

Yamaguchi came back a minute later, laundry bag in hand, dumping it out and getting to work separating the couple’s clothes into different piles. He did so meticulously, making sure not even a sock would end out in the wrong pile. Tsukishima made no effort to stop him nor to help him. He still was confused as hell.

They ate dinner in absolute silence. What was either of them supposed to say? It seemed like the other actually wanted this. Were they really fighting over this? It sucked.

Yamaguchi didn’t let himself cry until he got into the shower, sitting on the floor and letting the water fall over his head. What had he done wrong? Was the wedding stuff too overwhelming? Now Tsukki didn’t even want to share laundry machines.

“Tadashi.” Yamaguchi snapped his head up to see his fiancée at the shower door, holding a towel in his hand. How long had he been sitting in the shower? How long had Tsukki been here?

“I...” what could he even say?

“You okay? You’ve been in there for a while.”

He bit his lip. Hard. Trying not to let it wobble or let out a sob or to even let any tears fall. He stood up and turned off the water, staring at his fiancée and nodding.

“Nice try.” Tsukishima wrapped the towel in his arms around his boyfriend’s figure. “What’s wrong?”

Yamaguchi started to dry off, not able to meet the other man’s eyes. “You don’t even want to share your laundry with me...” he mumbled.

“No, of course I do. You’re the one who separated them.”

“You didn’t stop me.”

He frowned. “I’m sorry. I was very confused in the moment. Are you really okay?”

Yamaguchi nodded half-heartedly. “I’ll be okay. Just work really sucked and it made thing even worse.” He got changed into his pajamas, shaking the excess water out of his hair, then climbed into bed.

Tsukishima climbed in next to him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I love you. You know that, right?”

Yamaguchi nodded. Tsukki didn’t make any effort to hold him or cuddle like they usually did before bed, but still, feeling his warm breath against his neck was enough to lull him to sleep.

Yamaguchi was at work before Tsukishima had even woken up, which was pretty surprising. Usually they at least got to see each other in the mornings. Yamaguchi always would make a lunch for Tsukishima and write him a cute little note. He wouldn’t be surprised if there wasn’t one today. He hadn’t realized not doing laundry was a big deal, but clearly it was a build-up of a few other things, and he felt really bad. He had wanted to apologize this morning, but that didn’t seem to happen.

Well, the least he could do was send a text to Yamaguchi.

I’m sorry for missing you this morning. And if I upset you last night. I love you and hope you have a good day

Aaaand now he was running late because he was stuck in his thoughts. He hurried to grab his laptop and his lunch, thank God Tadashi had made him one, and rushed out the door.

Half the day at work his eyes were trained on the lunch. Would there be a message? And why wasn’t Yamaguchi texting him? Hopefully it was just because he was busy.

When it was time for his break, Tsukishima practically leapt out of his seat to grab his lunch, opening it and shifting the food around to look for a note.

Got it!

Happy Friday! Hope you have a great day :)

Oh thank goodness. He let out a giant sigh of relief he hadn’t even realized he was holding in. Were his eyes seriously watering? That was ridiculous. Tadashi wouldn’t stay mad at him for something like that; he really was the best.

Just got on lunch break. Hope you’re having a good lunch <3

That was kind of a cheesy message, but he was very relieved and very much so in love. As long as nobody ever saw it but Yamaguchi it would be okay.

Yamaguchi must’ve had a really busy day. He’d usually reply with something cute, but this time he just loved the message. Well, at least he knew he had seen it.

Something felt weird though. This never happened. He never left for work early. He always replied during his lunch break, and if his break came earlier than Tsukki’s he would text him first.

Well... it was probably nothing.

Yamaguchi’s car was in the garage when Tsukishima got home. Yams usually got home later than him... hopefully that meant today went better at work for him.

“Yamaguchi! I’m home!” He called, making his way through the door.

Silence.

He went to the kitchen, but his fiancée wasn’t there. Outside? Nope. Up in the bedroom?

What?

“T-Tadashi?” He uttered out. There was Yamaguchi, bulky headphones over his ears, shoving clothes into a suitcase.

Yamaguchi’s eyes snapped up to meet his. “Oh!” His face was bright red. “Tsukki, I didn’t know you’d be home yet...” he slipped the headphones off his ears to focus on the distraught man standing over him.

“W-wait. What are you doing?” He knew something was off. He was an idiot for thinking things would be okay.

“Packing?” The man on the floor shrugged. Well yeah, that was obvious enough.

“I... don’t.”

“Hand me that shirt behind you,” Yamaguchi prompted him. Tsukishima looked behind him, eyes trained on one of Yamaguchi’s comfy t-shirts.

“I don’t want to.” He pouted.

Yamaguchi chuckled. “God, you’re such a pain.” He stood up and walked past his fiancée to grab the shirt. Tsukishima grabbed him in his arms as he past, trapping him.

“Tsukki,” he whined, shuffling to get out of his grip.

“No, no, no.” He held him tighter. “I’m not letting you go.” His words caught in his throat. This was stupid. How did Tadashi not realize it was just something stupid!? Had things been building up for a while now and he was too stupid to realize it? His grip tightened even more.

“I can’t breathe. I give in! I won’t move.”

Tsukki, sighed, feeling Yamaguchi relax in his arms, and loosened up a little.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not doing the laundry.”

“It’s okay! We can just do them separate from now on-“

“No!” He shrieked. “I don’t wanna. I wanna do my laundry with yours.”

“Huh? I thought you didn’t.” Yamaguchi seemed genuinely confused.

“No, no. You made that stupid suggestion. I wanna go to the drycleaner’s every week just to get your comfy shirts washed for work. Just... let me.”

“Well, in my defense, I’ve been trying to let you but you keep forgetting.”

“I’m sorry.” His grip was tightening and he could tell. He couldn’t help it. He was afraid if he let him go now he’d never be able to hold him again. “I’ll do it right this time.” His voice was shaky. He was scared.

“Why are you so upset over laundry?” Yamaguchi laughed—a genuine laugh—his chest shaking and giving Tsukishima butterflies, which he definitely didn’t deserve at the moment.

“You’re- you’re fucking packing Tadashi.” He let the boy go, folding his arms in front of him.

“In my defense, you weren’t supposed to find out this way.”

Why was he smiling!? What kind of a sick joke was this? He felt seriously ill. Was today backwards day? April Fools? Did he forget something?

Yamaguchi’s smile faded. “You okay? You look sick?”

“No, I’m not okay,” Tsukishima whimpered, tears brimming in his eyes. “Why are you smiling? And laughing? Do you even like me? Was it just some stupid joke to get with me?”

“Huh?”

“Well, I’m not gonna stop you.” Tsukki grabbed the shirt behind him and threw it towards the suitcase. He walked off towards the bathroom. He was gonna throw up. He should be begging for him to stay, but his stupid attitude came up and now Tadashi’s probably even more upset.

“Tsukki!” He felt the back of his shirt being pulled back. He turned to face him. “I feel like I’m missing something, Tsukki. Are you mad that I couldn’t text you today? We had management come in...”

“Huh? Why would I be mad.”

“You seem very mad...” he replied, eyes trailed on the ground.

“Aren’t you mad?”

“Huh? No. I’m just confused.”

Tsukishima was speechless. What was he missing here? “Why are you packing a bag?”

“Weekend together? I was able to get a flight to a beach and... I don’t know, I thought maybe it’d be fun. Do you have work or something? Did I mess it up?” Yamaguchi was fiddling his thumbs as he spoke, clearly nervous by his fiancée’s attitude.

“You idiot.”

“Hey!” He pouted. “It was going to be a surprise but you got home early.”

“I thought you were mad at me about laundry and you were leaving.”

“Leaving leaving? Why would I have written you a note for your lunch then?”

Tsukki frowned. “Well... I don’t know. I was confused.”

“I’m sorry.” Yamaguchi wrapped his arm around his fiancée’s neck, leaning up to kiss him on the lips. “Do you still wanna go? We don’t have to.”

“You scared me to death. Yes I wanna go.” He wrapped his arms around Yamaguchi’s waist, keeping him close. “Jesus, Tadashi. ‘Really scared me there.”

“I didn’t mean tooooo! I was confused too.”

Tsukishima picked him up, placing kisses all across his face, causing the shorter boy to giggle.

“Tsukki! We have to pack for the flight!” He squealed between giggles.

“When’s it leave?”

“Th-three hours!”

“Ugh, fine.” He dropped his boyfriend unceremoniously. “But to be continued when we get to the hotel, ‘Kay?”

“You better actually help me pack this time.”

He rolled his eyes at his fiancée. “Duh. Shut up you idiot. I love you.”

“I love you too, Tsukki.”

[blu-joons]

He Worries About You Overworking ~ Kim Seokjin

He could only sigh as he walked into the house and saw you still sat over your desk, throwing the water bottle you had in your hand up and down in the air to distract yourself. You didn’t even hear Jin call out your name as he snuck into your office, closing the door behind him quietly.

The first sign you got of him was a hand being placed against your shoulder causing you to jump. Jin’s brows furrowed as you stared up at him, noticing your reddened cheeks for the first time. His hands pulled your chair away from your desk, moving you closer towards him.

Your hands continued to hold onto the bottle as a support, glancing back across the work you had laid out over your desk which was screaming for you to complete. Jin sat himself down on the end of the bed, turning your chair so that your body had no choice but to face him.

“It’s alright,” he whispered.

Your head slowly shook as you felt your anxiety begin to grow that your time was being placed on something other than the giant pile of work you had to complete. You reached out to try and pull yourself back to your desk, but Jin kept you firmly in position.

“I’m not letting you go,” he warned you, moving his hands to rest against the tops of your thighs. “You’re going to send yourself into a panic attack if you spend anymore time sat at that desk,” he added.

The longer you spent away from the desk, the more your fears grew. Before you knew it, your eyes began to water, sniffing your tears away quickly as Jin could only look on helplessly to how stressed you were becoming.

“I’m right here, with you. Just take a few deep breaths and try not to get too worked up.”

It was easier said than done for him, he was very aware of that. He’d watched on for several days now as you overworked yourself, fearing the wrath of your boss if you didn’t get the work done, but seeing you slumped over the desk was the last straw for Jin before he decided to step in.

“It’s not fair that you’re being made to feel this way,” he frowned, shaking his head gently. “You’re struggling and no one is reaching out to help you. You can’t even move around the house without jumping that something’s going to happen.”

“I’m alright,” you stuttered, but your nervy breath gave off a very different impression. Jin knew better than to listen to you try to protest, he could always tell in your eyes exactly how you were feeling. “I just need to get on with things, that’s the only choice I have.”

Immediately, Jin’s head shook, watching the effect work was having on you was troubling, and not something he could just sit back and watch.

“Your anxiety is at an all-time high Y/N, I can barely move around you because you’re terrified, I’m your boss. This is your home, you’re supposed to feel comfortable here, but even now this is a place where you’re constantly living in fear. This can’t continue as it is.”

“He called me today whilst you were at work to tell me that I needed to pick up the pace. Just when I thought I was doing alright; I’m told that that’s not the case at all.”

“Y/N,” he whispered, “you’re doing the best you can, that’s all that can be asked of you.”

“But it’s not enough,” you snapped, pressing your hands to the top of your head, “no matter what I do it’s just not enough for anyone right now.”

He leant forwards, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you down so you rested into his lap. His eyes looked across the work in front of you, taking note of the many folders you had, the vast number of tabs you had open on your laptop, finally getting a sense of just what was expected of you.

Jin’s attention was then captured by the light sobs that came from your body pressed into his, brushing his hands over the top of your head to try and calm you down. You were overwhelmed, and struggling, two things he never wanted you to experience.

“It will all fall into place, it’s hard now, but soon there will come a point when all of this can be forgotten about and your boss can see how amazing you are,” he assured you.

“He hates me, he’s never appreciated what I do at that place,” you vented.

“Then we need to find a way to show him,” Jin smiled, pulling your head back up to look at him, “we’ll find something that can show him that he needs to start valuing you.”

He took the bottom of his shirt to wipe underneath your eyes, brushing your hair out of your face as locks got captured by your tears. “I don’t know how any of this is going to fall into place Jin, that feels like the last thing that could happen right now.”

“Don’t be so negative.”

“You think I can be positive?” You asked him.

“You’ve got to trust me,” he smiled, resting his larger hand over yours. “I know that there will come a point when all of this anxiety and stress will disappear, it feels like a long way off right now, but eventually that time will come.”

“I just don’t know what to do anymore, whatever I do, it’s not enough. I don’t want to let work get to me like this, he doesn’t deserve to see me nervous and cry, but I just don’t know what to do anymore to see a way out of this.”

“It will end,” Jin assured you yet again, understanding exactly how you were feeling. “I’ve experienced several moments like this in my career too, but it’s just about working through it and trying to maintain who you are. You can’t allow yourself to break Y/N.”

“It already feels like I’m broken right now.”

His head shook, placing his other hand to cup the side of your face to make sure you paid close attention to the things he said. “You are strong, and you are brave, we’re all allowed moments of weakness, but it’s how you overcome those hurdles that shows your true character. Now you’ve got to find a way to use this to your advantage.”

Your head slowly nodded, looking directly across into his eyes. Your heart slowly began to beat at a much slower pace, your body gave you the control back as you stayed under Jin’s hold, seeking comfort as you always did from his touch.

“Give up on this tonight, come back tomorrow with a clear head and work hard. This is your body telling you it’s had enough, and you need to listen to it.”

“I’ll stop, but I’ll probably end up paying for it tomorrow.”

His head shook, there was no way he was going to let you regret taking care of yourself. “I’m going to look after you and see you through this, no more fears, or anxieties, just a lot of work that you’re going to get through, with a smile on your face.”

The corners of your mouth cautiously turned up into a smile, “I hate how you always manage to make me happy, even when I’m at my worst.”

“It’s just one of my many skills that make me such a good boyfriend?”

“You’re a good boyfriend?” You queried, glancing quizzically at him.

“Of course. I’m the perfect boyfriend.”

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Prompts: 17, 25

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