#[and everything from my hips down is suddenly in a lot of pain so sitting is just.. ugh]

[mina-saiyat]

Twice Interactive Story Part 1088-1119.5 Blame It on Me (Jihyo, Mina, Dahyun)

Seeing your shoulder injured, you know it's not appropriate that you join the meeting with designer, you text Jihyo, and you can't join her and let her make the decision of the fitting out.

You then drive back home to get changed and take care of your wound. It's really hurts, you remove your clothes immediately, prevent your wound from becoming more serious. You sneak into the bathroom when nobody notices.

You look at the mirror, seeing the teeth imprint that Nayeon left, you are thinking how could you cover to other girls. As after Jihyo's return, all of you agreed to be naked anytime at home. It will be obvious if you wear clothes suddenly.

First things first, I disinfect my wound. I then decided to tell them a version of the truth, that I met Nayeon, and I had a talk with her that ended in her biting me. I'll send Jihyo a message asking how everything is going afterward.

'How would Nayeon eooni bite you so hard? Oppa, what did you talk about?' Dahyun helps you to check the wound. 'Nayeon eooni has texted me in advance, but I did not expect it to look that serious.'

Mina sits next to you and kisses your cheek, 'It must be hurt.' Mina worried about you. 'Boss, is there anything Minari can do to make you feel better?'

You squeeze Mina's tits as you check your phone, Jeongyeon texts you again. 'You find Nayeon again?'

I ignore the text for now. "Thanks for worrying about me, Mina, but I'm fine now." I look to Dahyun trying not to get distracted by her body. "You forget she has bunny teeth, Dubu. She can bite pretty hard, too. We talked about a lot of things, but in the end, she hugged me and used that as an opportunity to bite me."

"Nayeon eooni really hate you, isn't?' Dahyun says as she disinfects your wound.

'Maybe a little pain, oppa.' Dahyun days as she prepares to cover your wound with gauze.

'Let Minari help you, boss.' Mina says as she pushes her nipple in your mouth let you have something to bite if you are in pain.

'Ahh...' Mina moans as you start teasing her nipple with your tongue, the moan and the sight of Dahyun's tits bounce make you hard instantly.

'Oppa... Aren't you injured? Why is it...' Dahyun blushes as your erected cock is poking her.

"We're lucky this didn't happen earlier, Dubu. I have two beautiful women taking care of me, I'm surprised I didn't get hard earlier. I could definitely use some help with it." I say the last part as my hands reach both of their asses, squeezing them softly.

'But you are injured,  oppa...' Dahyun looks worried, although she keeps allowing you to squeeze their ass.

'Boss, we will help you, but no penetration, ok?' Mina says while starting to jerk you. Your body jerks and starts sucking Mina's nipple again.

Seeing you started already, Dahyun sighs and kneels. She swallows your balls while her hands go for your nipples. The way her teases you makes you become harder.

"Oh, thank you two," I moan. I lift my head and kiss Mina, while my hand cups Dahyun's cheek. "You're both so good to me. I'll make sure to repay you." I squish Dahyun's cheek softly.

'Now the most important thing is recovering, boss, don't hold on and just cum when you want.' Mina caresses your cheek and kisses you again.

You enjoy their services and thrust your hips to follow Dahyun's rhythm. You look down to Dahyun, don't wanna make her feel being left out. 'Oh, Dahyun, yes, there...' Dahyun smiles as she hear your compliments

Your phone keeps buzzing, Jeongyeon keeps booming you. it looks like Nayeon did tell her a lot of things.

I follow along with Mina and Dahyun. I tell them I'm going to cum. Decide that after they finish patching me up, I'll check my phone.

You finish on Dahyun's face finally, you lay back on the couch, admiring your work, two types of white on her face make her look lewd, you pat her head, looking Dahyun expertly cleaning your shaft, reminding how panicked she was when you cummed on her face for the first time, she really grown a lot.

Mina keeps looking at you and Dahyun, debating should she join Dahyun or cuddle with you. She finally decides to help you with the wound. She finishes the last few steps and cuddle with you.

'No sex tonight, boss.' Mina whispers to you while you finally have time to check Jeongyeon's messages.

'Why did you still find Nayeon? And even go to her parent's home? Are you crazy?'

'I told you before, stay away from her. You are just making her mad and sad again.'

It seems Nayeon did not tell the sex part to her, Mina leans forward and wonders who are you texting with, 'Is it Jihyo? Focus on me instead.'

"No, it's not, Mina. Are you worried or jealous?" I ask while pinching her cheek. "It’s Nayeon's roommate. They messaged me a while ago, and right now, they're angry that I bumped into her today. It's nothing to worry about." I respond to Jeongyeon saying it's not my fault that I bumped into her before putting my phone away for the moment. "Dahyun, you should clean yourself up. Let me help." I get up, carrying Mina and grab some towels to clean Dahyun.

You help Dahyun clean her face, and she gets in your arm. Both of the girls stay in your arms, and three of you are watching the TV while waiting for Jihyo back so you could have dinner together.

You are still texting with Jeongyeon. She seems really angry about what you did today, however, she doesn't know that everytime that you two have communications, she would leak some clue for you, so you wouldn't be hesitant to talk with her.

'Has you ever feel ashamed? How dare you want to be with her again? You are not loving her, you just want to own her.'

"What about you? You say you care about her, but the way you acted the other day doesn't really show that." I message back. I rest my head on Dahyun's chest. "What should we eat today? I ask, trying to think about something else while I wait for a response.

'It would be good that you cook something, but boss, you are injured. Maybe we can order some takeaway when Jihyo is back.' Mina kisses your forehead.

Your phone buzzes again, Jeongyeon replies' Whatever you say couldn't change the fact, I am now regret that I have ever curious about what a men's cock can do. No matter who's name Nayeon moans, the one who is having sex with her is me.'

You smirk and take a photo of your semi-harden cock to Jeongyeon, 'You think the size of your finger can compare to my cock?'

'It's thick... but who knows can you last for minutes.' Jeongyeon replies with a disgusted tone. 'And don't send me again, I don't want my phone being polluted.'

"I already know you want it, that's enough for me." I respond, adding a face sticking out its tongue. I put my phone down for the moment, "I guess you're right. I guess we should just relax." I kiss Mina and Dahyun, making sure each woman was out of breath before breaking the kiss.

'Both Nayeon and I won't need your cock, we can satisfy each other. Just go to your whores if you are horny.' Jeongyeon still acts cool in the reply, but you know your cock has leave a deep impression for Jeongyeon. You put down your phone and focus on the girls in your arms again. You keep both of them deeply, until they are out of breath, wanting them to feel you are paying equal attention to them.

Jeongyeon looks at the photo of your cock, and whispers 'It's the largest cock that I have seen... How came Nabong can adopt such a monster in her body...'

You play with both of their tits and chat with them, waiting for Jihyo's return so you can have dinner. 'I'm back, everyone!' You could the door open, and Jihyo is back. She immediately started to strip down after she closed the door. Your eyes were attached to her bouncing tits when she removed her clothes. Jihyo knows you are starring, she bites her lips and winks at you. Both of you love teasing until Jihyo finds you are injured.

'Are you injured Y/N? Your wound looks so bad, what happened?'

"I ran into Nayeon, and she bit me." I say before explaining what went on. "Dahyun and Mina helped me treat the wound, though. I'm fine, really. How did everything go with you?"

'If you sure that's OK, it will be fine.' Jihyo comes and kisses your forehead while her tits shake again right in front of your eye. You admire the beautiful site again, and you see her smirks.

Jihyo goes to her back and takes out the floor plan, 'Well, I have discussed some plans with the designer for connecting our units, but unfortunately you missed it, I don't know it's because of Nayeon or what, but yeah the designer will wait for your opinions before the final design.'

I over the floor plans, "This looks good. During the next meeting, we'll get all this solidified." I kiss Jihyo. "This is great." I look at Dahyun and Mina with excitement. "This is great." I repeat. "Oh right, I nearly forgot. We were going to order some food. What did we want to eat?" I ask the three women.

'Pizza, chicken?' Dahyun looks happy when she talks about the food.

'Then we will need beer too, I guess.' Jihyo smirks, and she starts to call the restaurant.

You are looking at the plan again. Connecting two units can provide at least 3 more rooms. With you further dividing the living room of Jihyo's flats, you could get an extra 2 rooms, and 1 could be used as the game room for Mina, which you promised her before.

You are calculating how many rooms you will need for the girls. Besides the girls living with you, Momo, Sana, and Chaeyoung would also need to be considered. Mina hugs you when you are thinking, 'Really a game room for Minari, boss? I love you!' Mina says as she kisses your cheek deeply.

I pat her back while I make sure everything looks good. “I’ll be using the room to Mina. Playing games is fun.” I get up to hand the plans back to Jihyo. “This is going to be great, Jihyo.” I cup her cheeks and give her a kiss on the forehead.

Jihyo blows you a kiss and tells you to keep quite as she is ordering. 'Yeah, I would like a pizza...' You let her finish the job and back to your room rest for a while before the food comes.

You take out your phone, Nayeon did not say anything, such as asking how your wound is. You are a little bit disappointed, and you change to the chat with Sana and Momo, telling them that you are going to give a big surprise to her.

You eventually fall asleep until you feel someone snaked on your bed, you barely open your eye, and you find that it is Dahyun. 'Is the food arrived, Dahyun?' You ask.

Dahyun nods and adjusts herself in a more comfortable position. It seems she has no intention to wake up with you.

I bring Dahyun closer to me, "we have to get up to eat Dubu." I give her  small kiss on the lips before trying to get up.

'Umm... Oppa, let me have you just a while.' Dahyun rubs your chest with her head and hugs you tighter.

You pat her head and hug you for a little longer before eventually getting her up. 'Time for dinner, Dubu.' You kiss her again and get her in your arms, slowly walking back to the living room.

Mina and Jihyo are setting up the table for the food. However, both of them are wearing a bathrobe, maybe because they need to get the food from the deliveryman. Seeing their naked body for so long, you found that they are wearing something is more attractive than they are fully naked.

'You finally wake up, boss.' Mina comes and kisses you. 'The deliveryman looked at us so horny, Minari is very afraid.' You look down at her bathrobe. It's really normal that men would get hard by seeing they wearing this outfit.

'Finished your snack before dinner, Dahyun?' Jihyo smirks.

'Jihyo eooni!' Dahyun blushes and covers her face.

"We just cuddled Jihyo." I nudge Dahyun,"but if you wanted a snack, I would've given you one Dubu." I walk over to Mina and hug her, "I'd never let anything happen to you." I look over at Dahyun and Jihyo, "that goes for all of you, too."

'Oh, so maybe next time I don't need to wear a bathrobe?' Jihyo smirks while start undressing again. Mina follows and asks you to help her undress.

You carefully remove her bathrobe, your hands running through her smooth skin, the feeling is so good that you even don't want to leave, Mina gives you a shy smile as she sees you can't control herself. 'No sex tonight, boss. Minari won't help you if you get hard.' Mina whispers to you.

Jihyo sits down and starts eating the good, 'Yeah, I have discussed with Mina, no sex until you have recovered. We don't want your wound to become worse. Dahyun ar, remember to refuse Y/N if he want sex, ok?.'

"Alright, fine, no sex," I say as I begin eating. "It is nice to be able to eat with everyone, though. I bet Chaeyoung would be jealous, right Dubu?"

'Hehe, poor Chae.' Mina smirks. You know Mina seems to have a little interest in Chaeyoung, especially since they have had sex before. Nothing you could really do, either you would believe Chaeyoung would steal Mina away from you.

'Oppa, Chaeyoung is going to graduate this summer. Do you think she will come to Seoul and live with us?' Dahyun asks.

'Isn't she studying art? Maybe an artist would prefer staying in the countryside so they can have more inspiration.' Jihyo says as she drinks the beer. ' No, you can't drink it. You are injured.' She says as she sees you looking at the beer in her hand.

"That part doesn't make any sense," I say as I grab some beer and drink it before anyone can stop me. After I do that, I continue speaking. "We'll have to ask Chaeyoung if she wants to stay here or not."

'We do have enough rooms from Chaeyoung, so Dahyun, you won't need to share a room with her. But it really depends, would she wanna come. Maybe you should ask her yourself, Y/N? Can you handle all of us?' Jihyo tries to keep the beer away from you.

Mina feeds you a pizza and says,' Not drinking beer is not making sense, so no sex is making sense, boss?'

"The sex part makes a little sense if you don't want me to infect it somehow. The beer makes no sense whatsoever." I reply. I take a deep breath, "I guess I could call Chaeyoung, but I'll do it after the meal." I start feeding Mina and after a few bites I do the same for Jihyo.

All of you finish the dinner, you try to help them to clean the table, but they stop you and tell you to get some rest instead. You decide to call Chaeyoung at this free time, you back to your room and start the video call.

It's weekend night. Probably, Chaeyoung is chilling at a bar with her friends. The call is connected very soon, 'Hi, Chaeyoung, everything is all good?' You ask, it seems she is going out, as you see the portrait you drew for her, she should be at home right now.

You can hear she is playing the guitar, maybe a song that written by her own. 'Hi, Oppa. Miss my tiny cunt, don't you?'

"Yes, of course. No, I'm calling about if you want to move back in once you graduate. We're making big moves here"

'I don't know, I am thinking should I be a more independent people in the future. I am not a kid anymore, I should not always rely on you like when I was a kid. I will think about it, but I wouldn't mind you leaving a room for me.' Chaeyoung is still playing the guitar. Her voice is a bit shake, you can hear that she is drinking alcohol, maybe she is a little drunk.

'I miss you too, Oppa, both you and your cock.'

"I miss you, Chaeyoung." I stop for a moment to laugh. "We'll try to leave you a room. I can't guarantee Dahyun won't try to get another one for herself." I get serious for a moment. "I'd really like to have you here, Chae. Oh, and be careful not to drink too much."

'It's fine, plus I am at home, it's ok.' Chaeyoung drinks a little of soju again. 'Alcohol gives me more inspiration, I have written a song. Do you wanna be my first listener?'

You nod and enjoy her music, seeing her fully focused on the guitar. You have a feeling that she has grown up again.

'Do you like the song, oppa?' After she finished, she asked. You are thinking about the meaning of the lyrics.

"Yeah, I like it. Chae, I know you want to be independent, but I want you around." I pause for a moment, not sure what else to say. Deciding to change the subject, I bring up Mina, "Hey, Chae. Mina told me what you guys did together." I say with a laugh.

'No Way! Why did Mina eooni tell you!' Chaeyoung releases a tiger roar. 'Oppa, would you be sad that I slept with your secretary?' She looks at you shyly.

'I told you I think Mina eonni is hot before, and you didn't allow me to get close with her. So I...'

'Would you mind I date with Mina eooni, Damn I really like her, she's so cute and so hot at the same time. I am already wet when I recall her moan.' Chaeyoung says as her hands going down to her clit.

"Well, I'm not sure she would date you when Dubu is so close. You might lose to her." I reply.

'No! Mina eooni won't leave me for Dahyun eooni! I am living with you ok, Oppa?' Chaeyoung roars again. You don't understand why Chaeyoung is so addicted to Mina, perhaps you are addicted to Mina either.

'Sure, Chae. You always got a room here, but I wouldn't guarantee anything, cause you know, the one who Mina loves is me.' You tease her.

'Of course, Minari loves boss.' The door opened, and Mina came in, she hugged you from the back. 'You asking will Chae Chae moves in with us, boss?'

'Long time no see, Chae Chae. I miss you so much.' Mina says to Chaeyoung on the phone.

'Min... Mina eonni...' Chaeyoung blushes and tries to cover her face, you did not expect Chaeyoung would act so shy before Mina. You get Mina in your arms and waiting for Chaeyoung's reply.

'I will be back soon, Mina eooni, wait for me. Goodnight, oppa.' Chaeyoung ends the call in embarrassment.

I roar with laughter. "You made Chae really shy, Mina." I give her a kiss, "I think that she'll be moving in, Mina.  I told her about how I know what you did with her and how Dahyun may steal you away."

'No, boss. Minari will always be with you. Nobody gonna take me away from you. They are just younger sisters for me.' Mina looks up at you.

You kiss her again when you hear her confession, 'You gonna hurt Chae's heart, haha?' You tease Mina after you break the kiss.

'No, boss. You are No. 1, and Chae Chae is No.2. Minari really loves you. Would boss sleep with Minari tonight?'

"But I'll get hard if I sleep with you. I can't let that happen, Mina, because what am I going to do then?" I tease while giving her another kiss. "You're too sexy."

'Then boss you better sleep on sofa until you recover.' Mina pretends to be angry and take your pillows out. As Mina doesn't have her own room in here, she could usually sleep in your room, even if you sleep with Jihyo or Dahyun that night.

You grab her arms and make her stay, 'No, Mina, please. I am just joking.'

'I know.' Mina giggles and flaps her hair in a seductive way. 'I know I am too hot to handle.'

I get hard seeing Mina act seductively. I look down toward my crotch. "I told you. Too sexy." I leave to the bathroom to deal with it before making my way back.

You are sitting on the water closet and checking your phone, as the girls seem not willing to have sex with you before you recover. You need to handle it yourself. You open the secret folder of your phone and open the lewd video that Sana sent you before. You never expected one day you would need to jerk to the video.

Mina comes in the bathroom and dressed with a sexy pajamas 'Has Mommy told you can't have sex until you are recover? And now you are secretly jerking to other bitches in toilet, horny boy?' Mina playfully slaps your face, it's not hurt, but Mina being dominant is kind of a new experience for you, when you hear Mina calling herself Mommy, you got hornier, you keep jerking even she told you to stop.

'Still fapping to that bitch? Should I call her to come here now? Seeing how horny you are?' Mina grabs your jaw and force you to look at her.

I grab Mina's waist and pull her onto my lap, my cock resting between her legs. I whisper, "Mommy? If you want to call yourself that I can make you a mommy, Mina." My hands start to run across her body, squeezing her soft flesh.

'Boss, you wanna be a daddy, and pump your cum in me?' Mina looks right into your eyes, she changes from mommy to your girlfriend within a second, but then she become dominant again.

'Who allows you to touch mommy? How dare you?' Mina grabs your jaw tighter and licks your lips. 'You are really horny and wanna give a baby to Mommy? But you are not gonna cum without Mommy's permission.'

Mina uses one of her hands to slowly stroke your cock, another hand get your phone and ask, 'Why would you save the nudes from the bitch in your phone? Only Mommy can fuck you.'

My hands move down to Mina's ass and I start teasing her; playing with her asshole. "The same goes for you. I'll make sure you don't get to cum until I say so."

You can feel Mina's body shakes when your finger enter her ass. 'No...' She whispers.

Mina tries to resist, and she slaps you again, but you do not stop. Instead, you hold her closer and keep play with her body.

'You haven't answered why you would have that... Sana's video on your phone. What did you two do secretly?' Mina let out a moan and watched at Sana's video in your phone, Sana's moan is filling the toilet.

'Not... here... Let's back to the room... They will know what we do in here. We can't let them know Minari is having sex with you.' Mina seems fails in the role play as a dominant mommy and return to the submissive one.

"Oh? But I thought that I couldn't have sex?" I reply with a devilish smile. I stop teasing Mina for the moment. "Are you going to have sex with me? That would be breaking your rule."

'But Minari wanna be a mommy for boss. Minari wants to have family with boss...' Mina's body keeps shaking as your finger keeps thrusting in her ass.

'Just don't let Jihyo know... Boss, let Minari Born a baby for you.' Mina kisses you and returns you the phone. 'We are breaking the rules just once. If boss has the need, don't watch Sana's video, Minari will prepare for you.'

"Jihyo's going to be mad at you if she finds out, Mina. Maybe I should ask Dahyun," I say to tease her a little. I add another finger inside Mina's ass. "Does my little Minari have a sensitive ass?"

After inserting the third finger, you could just barely move your fingers as it's too tight. Mina's face becomes more red. She nearly loses control of herself, but she still wants to make you feel good. She keeps the motion of her hand and makes you release another groan.

'It's for your good that we don't have sex with you, boss. But Minari is happy that boss always get hard for Minari. Ah...' Mina kisses you again as she confesses.

'Minari will help boss by hand now and then we will do it in the room after they sleep. Minari wants a baby tonight, boss.' Mina's moan becomes quicker. It seems that she is near her orgasm by just playing her ass.

I use my other hand to play with her clit, so I get to watch her cum in front of me. "Fine by me. I'll just have to wait."

'Ah!!! Boss, no!' You play with Mina's clit and ass at the same time and you just watch her squirter on your lap. Her juices splash all over your lower body, some even on your cock.

Seeing Mina's squirtiing, you feel you are close to orgasm either. Your cock starts to throb in Mina's hands despite she starts to slow down the speed as she is recovering from the orgasm, 'Mina, I am close, faster!'

'No, boss, Minari loves this dress, don't cum on it.' Mina slowly gets up and kneels in front of you, aiming your tips to her face. 'Cum on Minari's face instead, boss.' Mina looks at you will an innocent face make you even turned on.

'Boss, you can record you cum on Minari's face, so you don't need Sana's video.' Mina says she points at your phone.

I pull up my phone and record cumming on Mina's pretty face, "You're such a good girl for me Mina."

'Minari will always be a good girl, can boss rewards Minari a baby? slurp slurp…' Mina looks right into the camera as she starts to clean your shaft, your cum on her face make her look more needy.

It's the first time that you having a sex tape, looking at Mina through the screen of your phone is a bit weird, but also makes you feel more excited, especially Jihyo or Dahyun may find you and Mina anytime.

You pat Mina's head and slap her face with your cock before you end the recording. 'I love this video so much, Mina. You will be such a great actor under my camera.'

Mina blushes as she hears your compliments, 'Boss can record it every time, Mianri is fine about it. Minari hopes the video is better than Sana's.'

You did not response which of them is better, you just helped her to clean before leaving the bathroom.

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[ja3hwa]

Fuck away the pain | P.SH [Pt.2]

「Synopsis」 : Seonghwa is sick and tired of you coming to him in tears every time your boyfriend now ex hurts you. His anger has gotten to him so worked up that he want, No, he needs to prove that all you need is him and him alone.

「Word count」 : 2.4k

-> Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Paring: Bestfriends!Seonghwa x Reader

[Warnings] : Rough loving desperate sex. Reader slips into a kind of subspace. Seonghwa is very angry about your ex. Seonghwa is very in love with the reader. Soft fluffiness. Lots of tears but its happy I swear. Pet names, Swearing, fingering, Hwa is a teasing shithead. Reader has stretch marks cause they are beautiful!! Thick thighs (cause that's a delicious warning) Fingering, Oral (reader receiving) lots of sappy in your feels. Big Dick energy, (sorry not sorry), confessions, love making. Let me know if I missed anything. Oh and swearing. ♡

Note : Thank you @whatudowhennooneseesyou for this request! I hope its to your liking. I went a little over board so hopefully I got everything you wanting in here. I'm also so thank full that you enjoyed part 1. Its one of my first fics I wrote on tumblr and the fact you enjoyed it, means so much to me. Thank you again sweetheart for being amazing. ♡♡

Part One

"Show me where he wouldn't touch you,"

"Tell me what he was too much of a coward to say." He towered over you "Show me where you saw his hands on that slut in the bar."

"Tell me how to make your pain go away." His lips were fueled by anger "Even if you want to scream his name. I'll fuck away your pain."

And he kept his promise. As his hands graze and squeeze every part of your flesh he could get to. His lips latched on your neck, leaving dark marks in its wake. If he was going to fuck away your pain, he was going to make sure that scum bag of an ex will see the aftermath. So here he is, marking your soft skin, from your jaw to your chest.

"Look at you, so pretty and ready, just for me." His words are dirty, filled with lust. He has loved you for so long and his heart ached whenever you would come crying about your ex. He knew he was your comfort, someone to rant to. Someone to hold you when your tears taint your beauty. He was angry and frustrated with not only your ex but the situation. He was going to make you his. And he was going to make sure you knew it.

"S-Seong..." You whimpered, feeling his hand travel from your hips to your inner thigh. He watched you wiggle as he pinched your soft flesh, just under where you needed him. He was teasing you, making you lose your mind. Just barely touching you where you needed it most. His sinister laughter echoed in the room, as his lips found your thigh making you gasp. His teeth graze along the hot flesh making marks along the plump skin. Your fingers laced in the sheets tugging on the velvet fabric, your whimpers got louder, making him want to take extra time to tease and rile you up. But a sudden sniffle got his attention making him sit straight up to see tears prickling down your cheeks. He stop his teasing and moved back up to your face.

"Angel... Why are you crying?" It was like his anger melted away, leaving worry in its wake. His hand cupped your face, rubbing his thumb along your cheek so he could wipe away your tears. You just sniffled feeling dizzy and almost confused. Your eyes were glazed, pupils blown out. He suddenly felt stupid, guilt invading his emotions. He was blinded that he near forgot you just went through a heartbreak ―to a complete asshole― but a heartbreak nonetheless.

"Hey baby, hey It's okay... I'm sorry. Look at me, Darling." He held your chin getting you to look at him in his dark eyes. He was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down. He clicked his tongue, feeling an ache in his heart.

"Seong...I-I-..." You couldn't speak, instead, you retched out to snake your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Just... Kiss me... Please." He didn't waste a second after your words. Locking his lips to his perfectly. It was slow and sensual, unlike the rough and anger-filled interaction prior. His lips never left your lips as his hand finally touched where you needed him most. He might have been soft on you now, but as he thought back. It was like all the pieces were coming together. Mostly every ex seemed to use you in some way. Maybe it was your kind heart, that was too good for this world. Maybe it was your shyness that stopped you from ever complaining about the terrible company you had. Ex, friends, family. They were all the same in your life. And Seonghwa couldn't help but feel angry in your place. How could you allow someone as disgusting as your ex-boyfriend take advantage of you so easily? How could you allow him to go and mock your kind heart? You were too good for any of your exes. Too good for this world. And sometimes he thought you were too good for him.

"Fuck!" You muttered in the kiss, breaking away to gasp out as his fingers rub slow circles on your covered clit. Your body was surging with an electric feeling. A feeling you've never experienced with any of your prior partners. You were close, and Seonghwa knew that too, but he didn't want you to just let go without having something inside you. So he stopped. You pouted, eyes flicked open with a whine following. Hwa just pecked you before sitting up saying sorry once more.

"Can I remove these?" He asks with the sweetest tone he could conjure, pulling at the band of your panties and sleep shorts. You gulped with wide eyes, nodding almost ridiculously. He smiled slightly, shaking his head.

"I need you to say it for me, baby. Can I remove your sleep shorts?" His fingers tangle in the fabric, drawing his face closer, "May I remove your pretty panties, Angel." He snaps the string of your black panties making you gasp at the light sting. You feel so flustered, shyness taking over. His dirty words made you tingle and wiggle under his gaze.

"You make it sound so dirty." You groan bucking your hips upwards towards his. He had to hold back a moan his cock twitching in his tight pants, letting out a shaky sigh, he sits up to rest himself on his knees. Your legs hanging on either side of his waist. He tilts his head looking at you up and down.

"It sounds dirty, 'cause it is dirty Bunny." He had to laugh at your blushed expression, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. "Now can I please take them off? Or must I use force?" He raises an eyebrow, growing pleased at your wide eyes. You finally reply with 'yes please' making him peck you on the lips lightly, dragging the soft fabric until it falls onto the floor with a quiet thud.

He stood up to take his own attire off, making sure to catch your body in full. It's like an art piece just for him. Your plump thighs look as if they were inviting him to grab a hand full of the soft flesh. The way you squeezed them together in a poor attempt to hide yourself made him feel a throb between his legs. It was almost painful to watch you, so unaware that you were fulfilling all his kinks and fantasies. All he has ever wanted was you.

He had to strip quickly unable to hold himself any longer but mostly because he was a heartbeat away from falling onto his knees, crawling to you and begging you to let him have all of you over and over again. and as his heart skipped that beat he craved, falling to his knees in awe onto the soft velvet of the sheet. He gripped your knees, gliding his fingers over your skin. Your stretch marks glistened in the light of the side lamps. They were like translucent battle scars, to show how powerful and beautiful you are. He couldn't help but imagine kissing each and every one of them. But that was for another time, right now he needed to taste you.

"Relax Baby, I'm going to take good care of you. Do you trust me?" His nose brushes against your tummy, kissing your navel. You nodded over and over again, most likely looking like a silly bobble head but you didn't care in the slightest.

"Yes. I trust you with my life. Please, please Hwa.." You whimper begging for him to do anything to ease the ache below, knuckles turning white from clutching the bed sheets. Your expression made Seonghwa weak;

"Fuck Angel, You're gonna be the death of me."

Seonghwa's tongue flattened as it glides up your heat, drawing a loud gasp to a high-pitched moan from you. His tongue seemed to lap in your juices even harder now from your sweet noises. He lost, indulging himself in your scent, in your taste. The grip of your thighs around his head tightened the harsher he became. He's watching your faces contort in pleasure. From his angle you looked like a goddess, gifting him access to your body. He suppressed the anger that brewed in his gut, choosing to focus on the pleasure pouring from you.

"I-... Seong." You wiggled, feeling yourself all quickly slip into a haze. Your hand raked through your hair, not knowing where to put them. Hwa took notice, knowing you were close. So he lent up slightly giving you a cheeky smile before saying;

"Might wanna hold on baby." He chuckles, snaking his own hand towards your restless ones before bringing them to his hair. You gulped at his boldness, fingers now laced in his soft hair, tugging harshly. And as if your already choked sobs weren't enough, Hwa pressed the tip of his thumbs to your clit, rubbing in a speed you so desperately craved for. His other fingers found place inside you, two sliding in and out so effortlessly from all the slick Hwa managed to create.

His humming against your head along with his tongue and fingers drew you to a complete drop, gasping for air as it escaped your lungs. A strange sensation erupted, feeling a heavy amount of liquid leave you. You sat up straight pushing yourself up the bed, almost as if you needed to compose yourself away from Seonghwa's grasp. But what your eyes are greeted with leaving with blushing a new shade of red.

"S-Seong... I... I didn't mean to—Holy Shit." He cut your worries off before they could leave your lips. You didn't mean to squirt all over his face and tongue, and normal any guy you've been with would have found it disturbing but Seonghwa couldn't help but groan as he licked his lips and fingers of your sweet juices.

"That was the fucking hottest thing ever." He growled, grabbing your ankles to pull you towards him. You had to giggle at his desperate expression which in toe—made him giggle with you—.

"God you are so beautiful. so perfect. Screw your ex and every other guy that did you wrong. They are missing out." His words made you cry, covering your face with your arm. You smiled through your tears, not cause you were hiding the sadness―well maybe a little―but it was because out of all the heartache you went through and all the pain you put upon yourself the one person that stuck by you was Seonghwa. How could you be so stupid not to see it until now? Why did it have to take him to sleep with you to finally see with a clear view?

“Hey, baby. Sweetheart. don’t cry love, it’s okay.” He brushed your hair, soothing you. But you still broke down.

“Why am I so stupid? God, you must think I’m an idiot, being with men that want nothing to do with me and on top of that. I had a perfect, amazing guy that was already in love with me.” You hiccuped trying to wipe away your tears. Silence fell, oh no did I make it awkward? He starts to chuckle… Oh no, he’s lost it.

“Y/n, please. Listen carefully.” He grabbed your face looking at you straight in your large eyes. “I have loved you the moment I met you. I love you so much that I was willing to wait for you, whenever that day would come.” He kissed your cheeks then you’re nose, forehead, and Jaw. Every inch of your face was littered with kisses until his lips finally met yours in a soft, long and passionate kiss.

“Seonghwa…” You breathed into the kiss making you pull away with a nod. “When we get a moment I wanna take you out. If that’s okay…”

“Okay? This is more than okay. What about tomorrow? I’ll take you anywhere, whatever you want to do. We can do it.”

“Well, what about for now we do….” You gained a smudge of confidence rolling your hips against his. Your legs snake around his waist, making Hwa bite his lip. He kissed you once more before leaning over to his side table to grab a condom. A tingle surged in your gut as you watched with wide eyes as Seonghwa tared the packet open. You knew he was big but fucking hell.

“Ready?” He smirked lining himself up with your entrance. You nodded but he huffed “what did I say about words Darling?”

“Please Seonghwa. I’m Ready.” He held you’re hips, easing into you starting slow. You grabbed his hand lacing his fingers with yours. A slight pain surge in you but you breathed through it as his thrusts began to become harsher. His lips lacked onto any part of your skin they could retch as he sucked bright purple-ish marks on you.

His soft and passionate whispers against your flesh make you shiver with adoration. He praises you, telling you how amazing, beautiful and kind you are. He squeezes your hand tighter, snaking his other hand from your hips to your waist. Pulling you close to him so his chest is flush against your own. The tears that trickled down your cheeks, stained the pillow and sheets below. All your emotions felt like they were heightened and your senses were filled with nothing other than the flavour and scent of Seonghwa.

"Fuck, Seonghwa!!" You scream, nails digging into his back. "Hwa I-I..." You choked, whimpering at the tingling that brewed in your gut.

"I know baby, let's go together. Okay. Hold me, close Angel. I'm right here." His soft-spoken voice cooed amongst the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping. And like as if his words were what your body was searching for, you came, hard. Seonghwa arrived shortly with the feeling of your tight pussy clenching him. His lips smash on yours once more. Feeling the overflow of the afterglow settle in.

Even though this started from hatred and anger towards your ex. He hopes he could make you come to see what he sees because he meant every word he spoke while his lips were on you. You were everything and more to him. And he will stop at nothing to prove it to you.

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Expect The Unexpected • Mason Mount pt.2

I just really hope you'll love this as much as the part one. Thank you for your likes and comments, it means a lot 💙

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"My god I think I might throw up"

"Hey - Mason calls you back placing himself in front of you stroking your arms - have I told you how sexy you look in this dress yet?"

"Mason" a sort of moan comes out of your mouth as he laughs leading you towards him and leaving a kiss in your hair.

"Sixty seconds guys"

"It'll be fine okay? I'm right here with you"

You only have time to nod before a staff member approaches to take you even closer to where you are supposed to walk in. There's a small screen nearby where the host is announcing the next guests and all around you a small countdown starts before your names are announced and that curtain opens allowing you to enter the studio.

Mason takes your hand, holding it and silently reminding you of what he said a few seconds earlier, a smile on your faces as you walk those few metres to your seats.

You greet the host for the cameras even though you saw each other just before the show chatting and then go and sit on the small sofa placed almost opposite her seat.

It has been about three months since your lives were suddenly turned upside down with the birth of your daughter and although an announcement had been made at the time due to the obvious confusion in the stadium that day, neither of you had yet openly spoken about the incident. And how could you if even now there were moments when you could hardly believe how your life had taken a completely different turn in such a short time.

You had somehow managed to keep some privacy, you wanted to be the one to explain if and when you thought it was the right time. And it was certainly better in the grand scheme of things, so you had decided to accept the offer you had been made and tell your story in your own words.

"Mason, (y/n) thank you for being here with us today. Congratulations on your baby girl"

"Thank you" a round of applause starts as your gaze falls on the picture they put on the screen as background, you and Mason in one of the many pictures taken from his social. You're looking into each other's eyes, Mason has a hand on your hip and you remember him telling you how breath taking you were that night.

"You are here today to tell your story, an almost surreal story isn't it?"

"Yeah, that's probably one of the words you can describe it with" Mason steps in, surely more used to interviews, cameras and all those people around.

"You (y/n) gave birth to a baby girl, from an unexpected pregnancy. Can you explain to us how that went?"

"It all happened very quickly actually. I was at the stadium that day when I started to feel a sort of discomfort in my stomach that I didn't give much thought to, but the pain increased as time went on and eventually when we got to the hospital I was told I was ready to give birth and I was there thinking everyone had gone mad because my belly was flat"

"What did you think at that moment?"

"Honestly everything and nothing. Everything happened so fast, at that moment you can only go with the flow. Then she was placed in my arms and it was there that something began to dawn on me"

"There hadn't been any particular signs that might have raised a doubt?"

"No, not at all. Many women find out about such a pregnancy by pure chance. I went on with my everyday life, and never had any reason to worry that something was wrong"

"Now you are at home. How are you handling all this, becoming parents?"

"Mason" you sigh trying to go back to sleep, you don't know what time it is but it's certainly not the time to get up "Mason, your alarm"

"Mmh" he murmurs turning towards you, unconsciously brushing against your side as you almost groan because he's turned the wrong way.

And so you open your eyes, aware that even that day you'll have to be the one to make sure Mason leaves the house on time and you won't go back to sleep. But it's a moment and your brain seem to connect what that noise really is and you get out of bed sharply.

"What? What happened?" obviously all that movement has woken him up too, who with his eyes still half closed looks at your figure moving around the room.

"Just the baby crying. I'll go make her some milk" you cover a yawn badly with your hand taking her from her cot borrowed from his sister and moving quickly out of the room.

"Mase go back to sleep, you'll be a wreck tomorrow" you sigh when you see him lean against the kitchen doorframe, rubbing one eye and with his pillow face still evident.

"You know we can tell mum to stay a couple more nights"

"Your mum can't stay here forever" you use a slightly harsh tone and you don't even glance at him by accident, yet he comes closer wrapping his arms around your waist careful of the little girl in your arms.

"I know, but maybe a couple more nights won-"

"It's not the night the problem - you wriggle out of his grasp as if you've been burned - the problem is that we don't have anything ready, a room or clothes, my stuff is still at my house because we don't have time to set up properly and I'm so tired"

"Love we can't do everything at once, we just need some-"

"Don't finish that sentence" you interrupt him glaring at him, he hides his face in his hands for a moment.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Nothing. Just go to sleep, I'll finish up here and I'll be there" he looks at you unsure for a few moments before returning to the room.

Mason tries to stay awake but his eyes close as soon as he rests his head on the pillow, and when the baby cries again right a couple of hours later you're already up.

"The first couple of weeks were hard, I'm not ashamed to say that I lived them very badly. To the point of even refusing to stay in the same room as the baby at times"

"Why is that in your opinion?"

"Because... because I needed to stop and think. Instead, I found myself thrown into a situation bigger than myself in a world that doesn't wait for you and with this little creature needing you constantly" Mason reaches for your hand casually, intertwining your fingers and placing them on his leg.

"How did you get through this?"

"I talked to a few people and Mason, and we turned to a professional figure. Thinking we could do it alone was not the right way"

"What do we want to talk about today?" sitting opposite the doctor you blanked out, there were so many things you could have said to her and yet at that moment you didn't know what to say. Or how to begin the conversation.

"First of all thank you for making time for me even without Mason"

"One-on-one sessions are as important as if not more so than couples sessions"

"There's one thing, but I don't know how to explain it"

"Take all the time you want" she reassures you, turning the pen over in her hands.

"It's just... this week went well. It finally felt like everything was in place: we took the baby to the park and to meet some friends and had some good family time you know? But there was one time when-I had a hard time recognising her, I-I was looking at her but it was like she was a stranger to me"

"Why do you focus on that time, on that one negative episode?"

You think about the question the therapist just asked you before you look at her a little intimidated by what you are about to ask, "What if I didn't have that kind of connection? What if I don't have the maternal instinct?"

"I take it then that you haven't talked to Mason about it?" she asks, but you shake your head.

"Not yet. It's just that I don't want to scare him off and I needed to get this thing right first to explain it to someone else"

"That sounds about right. (y/n), most women have about nine months to come to terms with becoming a mother. You are experiencing this in a very compact time and already with a child to take care of"

"So it's normal" you double check.

"I would say yes. You don't have any kind of illness, you just need time to process"

"I'm beginning to hate that word. Time" you play down by rolling your eyes.

"It is necessary. If you speed up the healing process or worse ignore it, you may heal but you will be fragile and prone to relapse. And we don't want that, but to have a full recovery so you are at your best to face life"

"It's confusing because I push her away but at the same time I can't be without her. Like now, she's with Mason's mum but I can't wait to get her back. I know as soon as I see her though, something inside me shuts down"

"You often talk about Mason's family and how they are helping you from the beginning. What about your family instead?"

"Oh they live far away, they're not the kind of people who move around a lot so they wait for me to go to them"

"They haven't seen the baby yet?"

"On video call"

"Have you tried telling them that you would like them here with you? That you need them?"

"It's fine - you shrug - I know what they're like. When I moved here I was quite aware of all this"

"However, that doesn't mean you can't miss them. Especially at such a crucial time in your life"

"We will probably need a lot more time to talk about this topic"

"See, even this making jokes when you feel too exposed is part of the problem"

"I realise that. It's a sort of wall I put up over time so that I don't get hurt anymore and have no expectations. And I also realise that... it might be the reason why I can't really express how I feel about my daughter now"

"Being strong is allowing yourself to show weakness. Reflect on this until the next session"

"Mason, what are you like as a father instead?" the host asks as a picture appears on the screen in which he is leaning over your baby's feet, just so that only that of her is shown.

"I'm home" Mason is greeted in the house by noises in the kitchen and the crying of the little one, and sighs not quite a fan of another eventful evening. His ears are still ringing from the last two.

"Hey, look who's here... daddy. Daddy's here!" he hears you coo, and flashes a smile before stopping to put down his wallet and keys on the coffee table before entering the kitchen.

"Hi. Hi baby girl" he leaves a kiss on the top of her head before moving closer to you and brushing his lips with yours. "Still screaming?"

"She never stopped"

"Great" he rolls his eyes glancing up at the messy, dirty kitchen.  "I need a shower"

"Do you want to go now? We can eat something later"

"Yeah, that's fine" Mason leaves the kitchen area behind and takes his time in the shower, letting the water hit his shoulders. But it's as if those screams are in the bathroom speaker, not at all muffled by the distance.

He lifts his head towards the jet, rubbing his face and running his hands through his hair. He would have liked a quiet evening, perhaps to be joined by you in the shower allowing him to unload the heaviness of the day. Instead his bad mood is always there, when he comes down and the dishes are put on the table, and it almost seems to increase when you try to make that high-pitched voice to try to make the baby stop crying. Unsuccessfully of course.

He just wants some slack, he doesn't seem to be asking for much.

"Do you want to try? Maybe with you she'll give in" you hand him the bottle after you've failed to get her to latch on for the last few minutes. And for a moment it seems to happen, silence doesn't seem that far away. But you can't even look into each other's eyes relieved that it all starts again, if not louder.

"What's wrong uh?"

"Mason-"

"What the fuck is wrong?" in a gesture of annoyance he throws the bottle spilling it all over the floor

"Mason!" you call back to him surprised, approaching and quickly taking the baby in your arms. "What's wrong with you!"

"I just want some peace of mind! Am I asking too much?"

"Go take a walk. Get out of my sight" you're bloody serious, the little episode obviously didn't have the desired effect with the crying still in full swing.

"I'm done with all this shit" he throws his hands up before disappearing from that room, leaving you to fix everything.

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You knock on the room door gently, opening it and placing the baby monitor on the dresser beside it. The room is dimly lit but you can see where Mason is. You then approach him, climbing onto the bed and holding him tightly from behind.

"I can't do this. Maybe this isn't for me" he quickly lets go as soon as he feels your body attach to his and you leave an elusive kiss in the crack of his neck.

"You've had a rough day Mason, it happens. Doesn't mean you're to throw away"

"I can't even put all that aside for my daughter. I'm a horrible dad"

"I cried three times just today Mase - you start stroking his hair absentmindedly - and someone always tells me it takes time to settle in. Some days will be good, some days will be terrible but it will be worth it"

"I don't know this person" you chuckle at his grumbling, leaving a kiss on his temple.

"You don't always have to be strong for me, you know. You can let it out, be honest, whatever it may be. Because I don't want you to burst out so suddenly"

Mason turns on his back looking you in the eye as you continue to rhythmically run your hand through his hair. "It's just that when you come for comfort... I need to show confidence, you need it especially now"

"There's two of us in all this, and maybe I've been a bit selfish by taking you for granted" he shakes his head bringing a hand to stroke one of your cheeks gently.

"I wanted to be the one always there for you, you know"

"And you are, you are Mason okay? Just this thing that happened to us... happened to both of us okay? You have every right to feel down sometimes or not understand how you feel" Mason turns on his side facing you and burying his head in your chest, and you stop talk not feeling like it's the right time to push any further now.

"I would never hurt her" he whispers after a while when you think he's asleep by now and you just want to hold him close to you.

"I know Mase... I know"

-

"Daddy didn't mean to scream earlier" it's around two in the morning and Mason is on the couch with the baby in his arms, letting you rest while unconsciously still paying the price for what happened hours before. "It's just a new and very confusing time and I'm still trying to adjust"

"You might as well stop screaming like a little demon though" the little one stares at him with those big eyes so similar to his own, the shadow of a smile on her face. And Mason can't help but caress her gently as he seems to study her every little detail, as if it were the first time he had seen her. "A very cute demon"

"I was not quite ready for what it meant to have a child of my own. Many things have changed, there are different priorities and many questions on the plate. For my part there is so much desire to get to know her and to grow together with my daughter and my family now"

"Are you active in nappy changing and feeding or are you one of those fathers just in for the fun?"

"Well I admit that I am not a fan of the night shift but I strongly believe that both parents should help. Obviously she's around more and has more things under control but as soon as I'm home I make sure I give her a hand"

"The baby is completely hooked, hands down her favourite"

"That's not true" Mason lowers his gaze trying his best to hide the thin line of embarrassment on his cheeks as you squeeze his hand.

"You were away with the national team just a few weeks ago. Was it difficult?"

"A lot. It was the first time I'd left both of them alone for so long since she was born and... let's just say I'm discovering other sides of myself"

"And how are things between you two?"

"We are also working on our relationship. Obviously we weren't prepared for any of this and a kid changes the dynamics of a couple a bit, let's face it"

"We can't say that everything always runs smoothly, obviously it wouldn't be a healthy relationship. But we are both open to dialogue and making things work out as best we can"

"Had you ever talked about having children?"

"We had started testing the ground for a possible living together"

"Early stages yeah"

"Yeah, so we were pretty serious about us but not that serious yet" Mason chuckles beside you making a smile appear on your face too.

"So it's still too early even to ask anything about a possible wedding?"

"Definitely" one of Mason's thumbs lightly strokes the back of your hand.

"Is she asleep?"

"Yeah deeply" you settle into bed yawning, resting your head on the pillow on your side looking at Mason in the same position as you. "We should take the opportunity to sleep"

"I know" but neither of you hint at closing your eyes or changing position.

"Do you think like- we're getting boring?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we're in our mid-twenties and there was a time when I would have already jumped all over you, while now-" you laugh genuinely interrupting him, sliding closer to him sharing his pillow.

"We have a baby and less time to sleep"

"You know we use that a lot as an excuse lately"

"It's not an excuse, it's the truth - you feel one of his hands rest on your hip - and as long as we're on the same page we have nothing to worry about"

"But I miss you. I don't want to sound ungrateful or moody but sometimes I miss the us from before"

"Yeah me too" Mason slides his head back on the pillow until your noses practically touch.

"How about next week we take a couple of days just for us somewhere?"

"I'm totally up for it - your lips are about to meet when you pull back slightly causing him to moan softly - But nothing crazy"

"It's not like we're eloping, just trying to hang out again for sex" you smack him on the arm for his total honesty.

"Ways to be romantic"

"Will you marry me?"

"Not right now. And especially not because we had a baby"

"I know we've rushed a lot of things in the last period, but I really was already dreaming of marrying you one day before all this"

"Even before moving in together?" you ask surprised by his revelation, a sweet smile on your face.

"Since we ran in the rain that night and you worried that I wouldn't get sick" and you stay looking deeply at each other, both of you remembering that episode of one of your first dates briefly with a smile on your lips.

"You're right I would have gone crazy" he laughs, however he finally manages to kiss you.

"One day I will put that ring on your finger, and it will be the best day of my life"

"It's been three months-"

"One hundred days" Mason points out with a huge grin on his face.

"See, that's what I was talking about earlier"

"Just so smitten- the host teases him along with you- what do you wish for your little girl? Do you want to tell her something for the future?"

You and Mason share a quick glance before you speak, "Well first of all I wish her always to be happy and that she has the opportunity to do what she wants in her life"

"We will always support her, no matter what happens or how difficult it may be. We might make mistakes, it will almost certainly happen more than once, but we will always try to be on her side"

"Thank you guys, it was a pleasure to have you here today"

"Thank you so much"

And that evening, once home wrapped in the warmth of what has become more and more your home, Mason arrives from the kitchen humming. In his hand a small cupcake with a candle.

"Mason-" your eyes shining with excitement as you watch him sit down being careful that the little one doesn't lean towards the flame.

"These last few months have been hard, adjusting has been hard, but I mean it when I say I'm glad she's in our lives now. So lets celebrate. To the first hundred days of our princess, the first hundred as parents" together you blow the candle, and there's no need to add more.

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Chapter 8

Series Summary: There are moments in our lives that have a major impact. The interactions, the adventures, and the love, all make up who we are. But when Harry can't remember those moments with YN, they are both left wondering what that means for themselves and their relationship.

Chapter Summary: This is (again) from Harry's point of view. Now that he remembers it all, how does he handle the reality that he may have lost everything?

Thanks for sticking around even though I broke most of your hearts with the last chapter.

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Chapter Warnings: Some explicit language (of course), mention of mild depression, mention of brain injury, jealousy, scheming, lots of songs, and angst

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"No one will know!" Harry chuckles, a giant smirk unapologetically stretching across his face, caving his dimples deep into his cheeks.

"I will know!" YN exclaims, raising her palms up to rest across her reddening cheeks.

"That's fine with me…" He replies. "It is about you after all."

She lets out a giggle, biting her lip as she coyly looks into his eyes with the ones he can always get lost in.

"So which one is it?"

"What?"

"Do I taste like strawberries? Or watermelon?"

Harry walks up to YN, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her closer, instantly feeling her warmth.

"Sweet." He shrugs, unable to fully put into words what he experiences during that specific, intimate moment. "You just taste sweet."

She wraps her arms around his neck, her gaze putting him in a trance, as she looks down at his lips.

"How many other songs have you written about me?"

His cheek color begins to match hers, and his gaze drops down to her own pink lips. He is definitely gone for her.

"All of them." He responds, watching as her eyes light up, like she could guide his way through the dark. "All of my new songs are about you."

Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture. Harry thought all the torment had reached its peak before this, but he is completely broken now. YN is happy. He had wanted that for her. He had just hoped it would be with him. Now more than ever, he wishes she was happy with him.

His entire week since that night at the bar has been filled with crying, sleeping, and writing. He now has page after page of songs about her. So many songs. Maybe too many songs, but he can't help it. He really is pouring his heart out at this point, what little bit he has left.

Baby, you are the love of my life

Maybe, you don't know it's lost til you find it

It's not what I want, to leave you behind

Don't know where you'll land when you fly

But, baby, you are the love of my life

There is a subtle knock on the bedroom door, which Harry almost misses. Or more truthfully, he wants to ignore. He has become comfortable drowning in his sadness, letting it take him under. He tries to convince himself it has to do with the creative process of getting his feelings down with ink on paper. That's not totally true. He believes this is his penance, his punishment for being an idiot. But mostly, he has come to believe that the pain from all of this is the only thing he has left of YN. So, the knock at the door and the expectation to open it is unwelcome, with the potential to disrupt everything he's feeling at this moment. However, it slowly opens nonetheless and he looks over to see Gemma walking in with a sympathetic expression plastered all over her face.

"Hey." She mutters, walking towards his bed. Her eyes suddenly shoot over to his nightstand, finding a view of the engagement ring that Harry can't seem to put away. If he is going to be tortured, he might as well encompass himself in it fully.

"Mum… told me what's happened." She mutters again, sitting down next to him on the bed, just like she used to during their childhood, when he was hurting in some way. Her sight then switches over to the journals laying next to him, picking up the open one closest to her and flipping through the recently inked pages. "Shit, Harry."

"Pathetic, right?" He responds, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. "In my twenties, wallowing in depression, and writing songs about all my heartache."

"No. It's not pathetic. It's anything but pathetic, actually. It's what you do. It's cathartic. You were in lov-"

"I am still in love." He interrupts, correcting her terminology so she understands how he still truly feels. The love came back. More accurately, it never actually went away. It just hid itself in the depths of his mind and frustratingly didn't reveal itself until the most inopportune moment. A moment too late.

"Right." She nods, dropping her gaze to the floor as she sighs. "I'm sorry."

"Not your fault, Gem. It's all mine." His gaze drops down, mimicking hers, also followed by his own disappointed exhale. He might never get rid of that knowledge. The guilt. He did this to YN, and inadvertently to himself. He almost wishes for another brain injury, so he can also forget all the pain he is experiencing now. But of course, if it means forgetting YN, he'd never want it. As much as he hurts, she's everything to him. And as torturing as the memories are, he doesn't want a life that is completely void of her.

"Mum says you've been cooped up here all week…" She states, bringing Harry out of yet another spiral of damning thoughts. "Let's go get some coffee or something."

"Umm…"

"C'mon, Harry. You need to get outta the house." She states, causing him to respond with a nod. As much as he wants to bunker down and hide away from the world, he knows it's not good for his mental health. It's barely hanging on by a thread as it is. He could clear his head. Even if it's for a moment. Those seem to be all he gets these days.

"Alright." He relents, taking the journal from his sister's hands and tossing it onto the bed, knowing full well that he will open it again as soon as he returns. "But… where…?"

•••

Harry follows his sister after parking her car on the side of the building, passing the market store, and stopping at the front of the Beachwood Cafe.

He's been here a few times, mainly before he met YN, and brought her a time or two as well. But they both had to agree, Way Cup was much better, and the sentiment it had for the two of them made it that much more special. Not to say they didn't visit other cafes if needed, but Way Cup was their place. Always their place.

"Oh man!" Gemma states, causing Harry to look up and fix his eyes on the piece of paper taped to the front door. "They're out of coffee."

All he can do is laugh. He won't wallow about this, and throw a pity party about how everything in his life seems to be going that way, but at this point he just isn't surprised, because it does feel true.

"What do you wanna do?" She asks, turning towards him with a look shows she is concerned he could crumble it at any moment. He feels sad that she feels like that. She shouldn't. But he supposes it isn't outrageous that she does, considering his current state.

"We can just go back home. Or…" He pauses, unsure how he feels about the suggestion he has just initiated. Does he want to say it? Or even do it? "We could go to Way Cup…"

Gemma's eyes widen subtly, but Harry picks up on her surprised reaction. He responds with a simple shrug.

"It's better coffee." He adds, certain of the truth behind that statement, but not entirely of the reason he wants to visit that particular cafe. He's beginning to think he just wants to put himself through hell. Maybe because he feels as if he deserves it. Or maybe because YN might feel that way. Or maybe, just maybe, because he could bump into her there, and they could start their fairytale all over again. Why he even has the tiniest bit of hope for that scenario, he has no idea. But he's holding onto it. However small.

•••

Just like the drive to the bar, the drive to Way Cup is just as nerve-wracking. He can't even begin to gather any words to give her, and he knows YN's probably run out of things to say. Besides, he is almost positive he will not be seeing YN this time. He takes a deep breath as he opens the door for his sister, and unintentionally does a scan of the room. His heart still wants to look for her. To find her. Even if it's pointless.

The person he finds is not YN, however, but Adhira instead. And she isn't alone. Standing next to her is the man who had YN's attention that night at BarCode. The man who gave her a hug, wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and made her smile. Smile, and laugh. It's the man who made YN happy, in whatever capacity it is. He just doesn't want to know that detail.

Adhira spins around as she receives her order, clearly intending to head out the front door that Harry now stands in front of.

"Harry!" She exclaims, a bit of shock flashing across her face as her gaze flickers over to the man beside her. "Hey."

He clears the lump in his throat as he notices her do the same, and his eyes land upon the stranger. The one he wishes wasn't here but also the one he oddly wishes that he was.

"Hey, man! I'm Raj!" The man extends his hand towards Harry, who has the instant desire to reject it. But this man has done nothing wrong. Taken the attention of the woman he loves? Yes. But that's not Raj's fault. Everyone is captivated by her anyway. His selfish ex demanded the attention of everyone around her, but YN can simply draw people in naturally, and clearly this man is no exception.

"Hi, mate. I'm Harry." He responds, extending his own hand to meet for the uncomfortable exchange of pleasantries, at least on Harry's end. Yet something takes over him. Call it confidence, or jealousy, but a question begins to spill out of his mouth without his consent. "You were at the opening of BarCode, yeah?"

"Oh. Yeah. I was." Raj replies, slight confusion instantly appearing on his face.

"How'd you-" Adhira begins to say.

"So how do you know YN?" Harry asks, ignoring the touch he feels on his forearm from Gemma's hand, most likely to reign him in before anything unpleasant starts. He doesn't care about staying casual with this conversation. He won't be mean, he just wants the answers. Again, torturing himself further. It's sadistic at this point.

"Well, we…" Raj's gaze shoots over to Adhira with widened eyes and he points between the two of them. "We are cousins. So, I've known YN for a long time."

"That's nice. How well do you know her?" Harry quickly inquires, noticing Adhira's mild glare, and instantly feeling Gemma's hand squeezing his skin as she clears her throat.

"Sorry, guys, we should probably order now." Gemma states, scowling at her brother as she tries to move him along. He notices the apologetic look she gives her friend. Their friend. "I'll call you later, Addy."

As everyone begins to maneuver around each other, a small box slips from Raj's hand and hits the floor. Harry stops before his foot smashes its contents, and picks up the box, noticing three sugary baked goods inside. He knows who the extra one is for. It's guaranteed.

"Careful with those. YN will be upset if they don't serve their purpose." He states, handing it over to the man who inevitably gets to hand its contents over to the woman he loves. Now he knows that the sight of any dessert will be damning.

Raj nods and Harry begins to step towards the counter when he feels another hand, one not belonging to his sister, grip onto his shoulder. He turns to see Adhira with a deer-in-headlights expression. She's usually so direct, and sure of herself, that this reaction causes Harry to chuckle.

"What did you just say?" She asks him quietly.

A mild panic begins to set in. He had been too bold with his statements, or too aggressive with Raj. Now Adhira is pissed and of course that will get back to YN. He wishes he knew when he would stop being an idiot.

"I, umm, I thought one was for her." He replies shyly. "And she said something like that to me before… so I was just…"

"Excuse us." She states, looking between Raj and Gemma, immediately pulling Harry through the cafe and out the front door.

"Addy, m'sorry, I-"

"When did she say that to you, Harry?" She asks, her features softening so suddenly that Harry shakes his head to confirm his eyesight isn't tricking him.

"Here."

"When?"

He straightens up, worried about what she may be thinking, but also proud that he is finally able to pull from all the memories he has of YN.

"When we first met."

Adhira lets out a breath so full that Harry is certain there is no air left in her lungs.

"Oh my god." She looks up at him, gripping onto his shoulder with the hand that's void of her coffee cup. The hold on him doesn't feel like it's meant to inflict any pain. Instead, it oddly feels as if it could lift him off the ground with joy. "You remember that?"

"I remember everything." He whispers, unsure if he was loud enough for her to hear. His question is instantly answered when she wraps her arms around him and lets out an excited squeal as she pulls away.

A smile appears across his face as he notices the water beginning to form in the corner of her eyes. However, his heart begins to sink, knowing that regaining his memories doesn't do any good for him now. Especially now, with Raj around.

"Holy shit! This is fucking crazy! I mean, it's good, but, like, crazy good! When? When did this happen?"

Harry clears his throat, suddenly feeling anxiety begin to bubble up inside.

"Umm, 'bout a week ago. After the BarCode opening night. I found-" He stops himself before admitting any more. No one else knew about the ring, and it should probably stay that way. It's just him, his mum, and Gemma. Things have been complicated enough, and he selfishly wants to hold onto that knowledge so it doesn't get spoiled. Even though nothing will come of it. "I found some songs I wrote 'bout her and it all kinda just came back to me at once."

"Does she know?" She immediately asks, but Harry simply responds with a small shake of his head. "Why not?"

It really is a good question. His simple answer is that she deserves better. And that's true. The deeper part of it is that he didn't choose her when he lost his memory, a mistake he will forever regret. But he doesn't want her to be with him just because he remembers. Just as she didn't want to feel like an obligation, he doesn't want to either. He hurt her. Even with injury as an excuse, he still did that to her, and she does, truly, deserve better than that.

"I hurt her. Too much." He finally replies, dropping his gaze to the ground as that recent night flashes in front of his eyes.

"Harry, yeah, she's hurting…" Adhira grabs one of his shoulders as a frown forms between his brows. His eyes meet hers and she gives him a small smile. "But she loves you. You love her, right?"

"F'course I do!" His heart begins to race at the thought of how much he loves her. Partly because of how strong the feeling is, but also from the fear of no longer being able to express it to her. "But… I don't know if I deserve the chance."

Adhira is silent for a moment, her gaze dropping to the ground, causing Harry's chest to tighten. He's felt, for a long time now, that he has probably fucked it up too much for her to take him back, and seeing her best friend's hesitation to speak is beginning to give him that confirmation that the outcome he dreads is actually true.

"I think she deserves to know though." She finally responds, looking back up at him with a compassionate expression. He doesn't know how to feel about that. But his chest remains tight.

"I'm not going to say you'll get her back, but you need to talk to her..." She adds. "At least try to!"

Try? Their friend, YN's best friend, is suggesting he try. Maybe things with Raj aren't serious. It's only been a few weeks after all. Maybe, and only maybe, Harry does have a chance. But hope has been cruel to him before.

"How?"

Again she is silent, stepping back from him and raising her finger to her mouth as she contemplates her answer.

"Meet me at BarCode later, at like 2pm." She replies.

"Why are you helping me?" He asks, his brow furrowing again, not in anger, but confusion. She knows what he has done. She doesn't need to do this for him.

"What?" Her own baffled expression quickly appearing on her face in response. "Because you're my friend too, Harry, and you both deserve to be happy."

A breath he didn't know he was holding is released, and gratitude softly bubbles up so strongly that he could float away. Finally, he has someone to help. Someone on his side. Someone who believes he actually does deserve an opportunity and is willing to nudge that possibility along.

Finally, he lets himself feel hope.

•••

Harry takes a deep breath before knocking on the bar's front door. It opens in an hour, so the door is locked, but he doesn't have to wait too long before Adhira opens it up and motions him to come in. He isn't sure what will become of this little meetup, but he is thankful it will be in private. For the most part. Adhira motions him over to sit on a barstool, and Aman walks up behind the bar. Adhira sits next to Harry, and her brother rests his elbows on the counter. The atmosphere seems serious and nerves shoot through Harry.

"So. We've come up with a plan." Adhira begins, pointing between herself and Aman. Harry couldn't be more bewildered.

"Okay…" He responds.

"Well, it's not about making her take you back, or whatever you call it… but at least you can have the opportunity… to talk or something… both of you… because, like-"

"Oh my god, Adhira, take longer." Aman chuckles, rolling his eyes and looking directly at Harry. "Harry, would you and your band want to play here Friday night?"

Again, he feels nothing but confusion. He wonders if the two of them are even having the same conversation with him.

"Sure." He shrugs, looking between the siblings. He figures he'll have to talk to the others, but he can almost guarantee they'll say yes. He knows they've been wanting to play gigs, waiting for him to be ready and willing again, even if they haven't expressed those sentiments out loud.

"My scheming sister figures it'll give you the chance to talk to YN, if she can get her here. And you can speak your peace, or whatever it is you wanna do."

"I'm not scheming!" Adhira exclaims, smacking her brother on the arm. "I'm just… organizing an opportune moment for them to talk…"

Aman scoffs and Harry chuckles. He will take whatever he can get if it means he can talk to YN. Although, he is still unsure why they are helping him when Raj, their own cousin, is there making her happy. As much as he doesn't want to bring it up, he has to ask. He has to know what his odds are in this plan of theirs.

"Umm… what about Raj?" He asks quietly, internally wincing at the name. He has nothing against him, except the fact that he is in the position that Harry desires to be in.

The siblings both shoot their gazes over to him and it causes Harry to sit up straighter. Maybe they forgot about that hurdle for him.

"Huh?"

"Well, I, umm, I saw him and YN talking on opening night. She… she looked happy. I don't wanna… shit… I just want her to be happy." He admits. It's true, and he's been telling himself that since his little epiphany about his feelings for her, even before his memories came back. Because ultimately, as miserable as he would be, and it would be a lot, her happiness is the most important thing to him.

They look at each and laugh.

"What? No!" Adhira giggles. "He's our cousin. He met her at a family gathering years ago. It's not, no, he's married! They just haven't seen each other in a long time."

"He's taking over the bar for me while Priya and I get ready for the wedding and go on our honeymoon." Aman adds, and Harry has never felt more relieved than at this moment. Hope grows. He can't help it now. She hasn't moved on. She still loves him and she hasn't moved on.

"Is that… why you walked out that night?" She asks, a very quizzical look and tone leaving her as the words come out. Harry just drops his gaze and shrugs. "Oh, Harry. Shit. I'm sorry."

"S'alright. It's my fault this all happened." He replies, still not meeting either of their gazes. "I just wanna make it right."

"Hey." Adhira reaches out to him and places her hand on his. "She's my best friend, but we still love you too. As angry as I've been for her, I do know this has been hard on you. Especially now."

Again, relief floods over him, like his worries are being washed away as he stands under a waterfall, and he can't help but smile at the knowledge that he isn't hated by everyone else.

"Thank you." He mumbles happily, overwhelmed by all the positivity that's coming his way now. He hated having hope. He kept getting let down. But now, he could care less, because the feeling he has of possibly winning over the woman he loves is too much to dismiss.

"Okay." He adds, beginning to show off an uncontrollable grin. "Let's do this."

•••

Just as Harry thought, it didn't take any convincing to get Mitch and Sarah on board, and that was before he even explained the greater intent behind the gig. After that, they immediately began to create a setlist. He expressed his desire to add at least one of the new songs he has written for her, and they didn't even question the suggestion.

So here they are. Backstage at BarCode on a Friday night, waiting to head out and perform their set.

"That is the eighteenth time you've looked out there, man. I'm sure she'll come." Mitch states, wrapping his arm around his shoulders.

Doubt tries to creep in, sure, but he is holding onto that strong, newfound hope. That doesn't mean he isn't anxious. Outrageously anxious. This is kind of all or nothing at this point, which doesn't help the nerves, but he is willing to put it all out there for YN.

Raj, who Harry has coincidentally become very fond of, walks in and lets them know they have five minutes until they are due on stage. Harry walks over to their sheet music, looking over their song choices for the hundredth time.

He feels a palm on the back of his shoulder and looks up to see Sarah's smile. "Let's just have a fun night."

He returns her smile, thankful that she wants to calm him, even though his nerves remain at their peak. Not only is it due to YN, but also the fact that he hasn't performed for months now. Especially not in front of a crowd. He can only think on how important this night is.

"Ready?" Mitch asks, pulling him back to the moment.

"S'pose." Harry chuckles, nodding to his friend, taking a few deep breaths, and grabbing his guitar to walk out on stage.

The bright lights stun him for a moment as he sets up, looking out to the crowd occasionally to adjust his vision. Once it clears, he instantly scans each face, desperate to find the only person he cares about being there.

His heart sinks, not meeting her beautiful eyes, but as he hears Mitch strum a chord to check his sound, Harry places his guitar down and clears his throat as he steps closer to the mic.

"Hello. I'm Harry. And these are my friends, Mitch and Sarah." He begins, his voice quiet to start. "We are, umm, here to entertain, hopefully, with a few songs. You are here to, hopefully, enjoy your night. So… let's get this started, shall we?"

As routine as those words have been from previous gigs, tonight has too much going on for him to feel composed. He's really counting on the music to get him back into the groove and shake off all of the anxiety he's flooded with.

"We're gonna start with a couple of cover songs, and if you know them, please sing along." He states, looking to Sarah, to not only acknowledge that she can count them in, but also to allow himself a quick moment to take another deep breath.

He's thankful that they are starting with a Fleetwood Mac song, because it is one he can sing without truly thinking about. And that's what he's doing. Lyrics just falling out, and unfamiliar faces staring back at him, he closes his eyes and stays that way until the song ends. Applause pries them back open and he nods to the crowd.

"Thank you. That was 'The Chain' by Fleetwood Mac. Such a good song." He states, giving a small smile as turns around to face the drums. He squeezes his hands together, subtly shaking his head as he looks up at Sarah, graciously accepting her reassuring nod. But his hands still shake as he picks up his guitar.

He swivels back to the mic, momentarily placing the pick between his teeth as he runs his hand through his already sweaty locks.

"This… umm… so, uh, this next… song…" He mumbles, his voice becoming just as shaky as his hands. His eyes begin to flicker up to the crowd and his gaze instantly lands on a familiar face. His breath hitches and he steps back from the mic, quickly turning around to Mitch and Sarah.

"I'm changing the order." He whispers. "Just follow me."

He stands up straighten as he turns back around, his eyes once again meeting the gaze he found seconds before.

"This next one is a new one." He speaks clearly into the mic. "I hope you like it."

He looks down at his guitar for a moment as he plays the first few chords of the song, one he wrote specifically for this night. For this moment. One he could sing specifically for YN.

Now you are standing there right in front of me

I hold on, it's getting harder to breathe

All of a sudden these lights are blinding me

I never noticed how bright they would be

As he stares into those intoxicating eyes of hers, singing the next lines, all nerves fade away. He should be surprised. Anyone else would think it would cause them to peak, but the thing about YN is that she always made him feel at ease. She was the reason he started playing gigs, and she was the reason he was confident enough to do so. Looking at her always made everything okay, and that hasn't changed.

I'll keep my eyes wide open

I'll keep my arms wide open

He can't help but let out a deep exhale, not knowing or caring if it came through the mic.

Don't let me, don't let me,

Don't let me go

'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone

Don't let me, don't let me go

'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone

His heart races as his gaze stays fixated on her, being given the same focus in return.

I promised one day that I'd bring you back a star

I caught one and it burned a hole in my hand

Seems like these days, I watch you from afar

Just trying to make you understand

God, he hopes that she knows this is all for her.

I'll keep my eyes wide open

This song, and his heart.

Don't let me, don't let me,

Don't let me go

'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone

Don't let me, don't let me go

A small watering begins to pool at the corners of his eyes, as he desperately wants to be next to her. Every part of him is drawn to her. It always has been, and this moment is no different. To him, they are the only ones in the bar right now, and the distance is killing him. But the tears are also because he is pouring out his heart to the only one who it belongs to. The love he has is so strong. He wants her to know it. And feel it. And, if this plan is any indication, he wants hers too. He wants her love so badly.

Don't let me, don't let me go

'Cause I'm tired of sleeping alone

He pulls away from the mic, and a loud applause erupts throughout the bar. But he is still zoned in on YN, embracing each and every second that he gets to look at her, and be in her presence. Even if it's from afar.

She wipes just under her eyes and he doesn't know if he is able to take that as a good sign. But now he has a boost of confidence, and also an idea. He turns around to place the guitar back down and lifts up the sheet music of the next song he wants to play.

With a quick gulp of water, he swivels back around to the crowd, gripping onto the mic and flickering his eyes quickly across the sea of faces in front of him.

"Thank you!" He exclaims, as Sarah and Mitch begin to play an extended intro to the next song.

"This is the first time we've played that one. But this next song, which is our last tonight, was written a while back. It's about... a fun love, and one of my favorites." And his eyes set back on the only person he cares to see. It's an extremely bold move for him to sing this one right, considering the state of things, but he wants to show her that he really does feel the same as he did back then. Maybe bring back the memories of those good times, for her too.

Tastes like strawberries, on a summer evening

And it sounds just like a song

I want more berries, and that summer feeling

It's so wonderful and warm

Only YN knows the real meaning behind this one.

Breathe me in, breathe me out

I don't know if I could ever go without

I'm just thinking out loud

I don't know if I could ever go without

He subtly bites his bottom lip as all the feelings from the inspiration of the song overcome him.

Watermelon sugar high

Waternelon sugar high

Watermelon sugar high

Watermelon sugar high

Watermelon sugar

He almost laughs as he notices her palm shoot up over her mouth, which had dropped open as soon as the chorus started. He isn't sure if she is just surprised, flustered, or appalled by what he chose to sing, but he hopes she knows it's still all for her. As his eyes stayed glued on her, they unintentionally travel slowly down her figure, and he dwells on every curve. He misses her beauty, her body, her touch, and her intimacy so damn much. Now more than ever, he is craving it. Craving her. Just to be close.

I just wanna taste it, I just wanna taste it

Watermelon sugar high

He begins to smirk, and almost giggles again, as he watches her squirm slightly. He wonders if she is thinking anything even remotely similar to what he is, or if the song is reminding her of those times they had together.

Watermelon sugar high

Waternelon sugar high

Watermelon sugar high

Watermelon sugar high

Watermelon sugar

His heart immediately sinks, however, as he sees her finish her drink and hand the bartender some cash, throwing her purse over her shoulder. She looks around the room, beginning to move through the crowd, and stops when she finds her best friend.

I just wanna taste it, I just wanna taste it

Watermelon sugar high

Adhira's eyes shoot over to Harry as she gives YN a hug, and he has never wanted to run off a stage until now, seeing the love of his life walking to the front door.

I just wanna taste it, I just wanna taste it

Watermelon sugar high

Watermelon sugar

"Thank you!" He quickly exclaims, hopping off the stage and beginning to make his way through the crowd. This may be the first time he is actually bothered by the feedback from others after a gig, because each attempted initiation of an interaction keeps him further and further away from the only person he cares to talk to.

He makes it through to the front door and flings it open, frantically looking down both sides of the sidewalk for any sign of YN.

"Shit!" He shouts, throwing both hands up and resting them on top of his head, as he pants from the physical exertion he had to go through just to get outside. "Shit!"

He lets out a growl as he leans against the wall. This whole night was for her. It was supposed to show her how he feels now, how he's always felt. He had so much hope that the regaining of his memories and serenading her tonight would grant him some sort of good outcome. He would've accepted the ability to simply talk to her if that's all he could get. But he couldn't. He didn't. She is that hurt, and hates him that much, that she couldn't even bring herself to speak one word to him. And that's it.

The door suddenly flings open again, causing Harry to jolt sideways from the surprise, and looks over to see Adhira appearing next to him.

"Did you catch up to her?" She asks, breathlessly.

"No." He shakes his head and it falls down, a lump instantly forming in his throat to keep down the pain-filled whimper threatening to come out.

"Damn it." She states. "I tried to get her to stay but…"

"S'alright." He replies, leaning back against the wall, feeling tears begin to reappear and roll down his cheeks, as the reality sets in that it is actually over. He's done all he could, but it wasn't enough. "She doesn't want me. She knows I remember and then this-"

"Fuck!" Adhira interrupts. Harry's head shoots up and over to her with a deep, furrowed brow.

"What?"

"I didn't know you wanted me to tell her that you got your memory back. I thought you were going to…" She admits, smacking her palms against her forehead. "Fuck! I'm so sorry!"

"So… she doesn't know?" His heart begins to race, not yet able to determine the exact emotion behind it.

"No…" She quietly replies.

"So… I was just singing songs about her, to her, and she didn't know why?" He asks, suddenly letting out a loud laugh and bending over from the tightness it created in his stomach. "I must've looked like an idiot."

"Harry, I'm so, so sorry." Adhira states, turning completely to him with the most apologetic expression.

He simply shakes his head. He really can't be surprised that none of this worked out the way he wanted it to, but he knows exactly what he is going to do now. He pushes himself off the wall and begins to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Adhira shouts out to him.

Harry turns around back in her direction, and a confident smile grows across his face.

"To tell her."

"Tell her what?"

"Everything."

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[beautifulplaceofyouth]

JJK FF/ ROYAL GUARD

CHAPTER NINE | SERIES

Ch. 1

Ch. 2

Ch. 3

Ch. 4

Ch. 5

Ch. 6

Ch. 7

Ch. 8

Ch. 9

Ch. 10

When you keep bumping into your personal royal guard by accident not knowing he is your guardian angel

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook!fallen angel!royal guard! × fem!reader!virgin!princess

Word count: 2.9k

Rating: 18+ smut

Genre + warnings: Fluff, smut, dirty talk, princess loses her virginity, first!time, a lot of pussy licking and fingering, biting, nipple play, Jungkook groans a lot, full nakedness, big dick!jk, a little bit of rough pinning and French, neck kissing, hard orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys :D) - she probably pregnant by the time he is done with her - upss - paranormal romance, historical fanfiction, Kook being cold and mysterious, being his sexy self. Caring and possessive!jk! Really horny towards his princess, being a big seductive tease. A lot of swearing, cursing and a little bit of crying. The story isn’t real, just my imagination running wild so just enjoy reading!

a/n: Sorry for being absent so long. That’s all I can say. I hope you can all forgive me?

It was early in the morning when you awoke feeling that something is off. Expecting your guard to be in the same bed you both fell asleep in, he was nowhere in sight. The coldness of the room and lack of any warm body next to yours gave you a strange sense of déjà vu.

You sit up slowly, trying your best to make out every detail of the room around you. It was a beautiful bedroom, with dark purple carpet floors, high glass ceilings and white walls. You could see yourself spending hours in here getting lost in thought. But not now. Not today. Not with all the chaos going on right this moment.

As you thought this, suddenly door opens and then you see him. Only wearing sweatpants, his naked torso glistened by drops of sweat and his beautiful wings fluttering behind him.

A small gasp left your mouth at how absolutely gorgeous he looks and how quickly you were forgetting all about your concerns. How can someone be so perfect?

When he sees that you’re up, he gives you a warm smile,” Is my princess awake?” he asks, still looking like a walking sex god, but much calmer than earlier this morning.

As if nothing has happened between you two.

"Yeah," you croak out, still in complete awe of seeing him in such a state. "I'm fine now."

Smirking slightly, he comes into the room further, holding something in his hands. It was a sword. Not like you're gonna judge him, you've always seen him with weapons when he wears an armor, but nonetheless he looks scary carrying a blade around, especially after what had occurred between you. He puts it down beside the footboard of the bed as he goes towards you, standing only a few steps away from where you are currently sitting.

Jungkook reaches out and gently strokes his hand through your hair before pulling your head towards his chest. In response you wrap your arms around his waist, letting out a content sigh. It wasn't long until you could feel him softly kissing your forehead. Your breathing hitches in excitement when you finally feel him fully pressing against you. For a second you forget everything that's been going on.

But then reality hits you again and you pull back,” What are you doing?” you ask, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

He chuckles lightly,” I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was sparring in my training grounds so I get up pretty early. It’s six in the morning, sweetheart.”

As you try to get up, the sudden pain in your lower region makes you wince.

“Are you sore? I was pretty rough with you last night. Come here,” Jungkook says.

And without even thinking twice, you let your legs go limp so that they rest on either side of his hips. His strong hands carefully grab hold of you, supporting you while you lean back and allow him to place his large hands under your bottom. Before you realize what he's doing he sits himself in the bed,bringing you with him. He places you on his lap and immediately you feel his muscular thighs envelop you completely. Your cheeks flush red as soon as he notices how you look.

The thought of being held so tenderly by the man who was your first kiss and who was supposed to be your husband brings a smile to your face. He runs his fingers through your hair, playing with your locks which caused a shiver to run down your spine.

Then, just before he leans his head down and kisses you softly, he whispers into your ear,” Good morning, my queen.” The way he speaks and how intimate it sounds sends chills down your spine. He knows exactly how you react to these kinds of things. You don’t mind it because it’s the type of teasing you enjoy. And he loves making you blush.

You hum happily when he plants another soft kiss onto your neck where your collar met his mark of ownership over you and it causes him to grin mischievously. Your eyes widen when you notice that his fingers have stopped playing with your hair and he starts to caress your bare skin, causing goosebumps to arise everywhere his fingertips brush past them.

You close your eyes and inhale deeply as he continues moving down towards your breasts, stopping when you feel him graze over them. A small moan escapes your lips at the unexpected contact, causing Jungkook to let out a low chuckle.

“So sensitive, ” he mutters quietly, earning you another small nod from you.

He moves his hands down to your stomach, tracing circles on your skin. You bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning again. Every touch from him was scorching.

“Do you want me to continue?” he asks, his voice sounding husky.

You open your eyes and look at him,” Yes please.” Even though it hurts.

Jungkook chuckles once more before starting to trail his touch up your inner thighs. After running his knuckles along your wet curls you whimper at the slight touch. This seems to amuse him and he stops for a second and looks at you through hooded eyes,” Are you sure you wouldn’t preferred a warm bath instead so you feel a little better? I did a number on you, kitten,” his husky voice almost sounds apologetic. Almost.

Before you can even process what he said, he presses a finger to your lower lip, asking you to keep quiet. Then, with swift movements, he lifts you up so he can get off of the bed and before you can whimper in protest, thinking he will leave you in this state, he removes his own clothes leaving him only in a black boxers, and he kneels down besides the bed.

Before you can ask him what he is doing, he pulls you to the edge and spreads your legs so your core was openly exposed within his eye level. Your shocked mind can’t even prepare you when you glance down and see traces of blood on your lower lips and the sheets below.

“Oh God!” you exclaim, trying hard not to show fear or embarrassment.

You don’t think he notices however because he continues placing kisses on your stomach and thigh. When he comes to the spot above your navel he smirks devilishly as if he found some treasure there,” So beautiful, ” he mumbles to himself before placing a soft, tender kiss.

You close your eyes and sigh contently, unable to take it anymore, but before you know what is happening, his lips are already firmly connected with your skin and the pain is gone for a second.

“No, please stop,” you whisper breathlessly, not able to stand it anymore.

“I feel dirty.”

Jungkook doesn’t seem to hear you and continues trailing soft kisses on your inner thigh, eliciting a loud moan from your mouth.

“Don’t worry baby, I won’t hurt you…” he says in a seductive tone. Your whole body begins shaking with the need for his mouth to be somewhere else; anywhere else but where his mouth is currently located.

Looking at your wet folds, you feel embarrassed from being so open like this but Jungkook doesn’t care. It looked like his only goal was to satisfy you.

He takes his sweet time and when he finally gets to the right part of your center, his thumb caresses your clit gently while sucking it with his teeth.

Your heart starts racing and you gasp for air, trying desperately not to cry out and make a fool of yourself. The way he licks and sucks your pussy so delicately makes you feel so good; you just want to cum. You know it might not happen anytime soon. You don’t want to disappoint him, but you feel so needy, so desperate.

“Baby,” Jungkook whispers against your clit. Before you can register what is about to happen he thrusts two fingers deep inside your pussy in one fluid movement.

He is so fucking fast! He does not give you the chance to adjust to his movements and before long you are panting and crying out in pleasure.

The feeling of his fingers stroking your sensitive cunt is too much to handle. It feels so good and the vibrations he makes while moving are making you crazy so you start to arch your back to bring him into deeper penetration but Jungkook stops you immediately,” Don’t move kitten, you need to relax. Relax and let me pleasure you. It would be so ungrateful not to reward you after all I have done to you.”

You don’t know how to argue with that, so you simply nod in agreement and allow his fingers to explore you while he massages you with those skilled fingers he used earlier.

“God, you feel so good. Like you are ready to explode,” he praises as he inserts another digit slowly.

It’s like a shock goes through your body and you moan loudly. The way he talks to you is so sexual. You feel like an object, a prize, something to be conquered.

“That’s good baby, I want you to scream,” you can feel the way he smiles between your thighs as he speaks. His hot breath makes you shiver, and suddenly your breathing becomes rapid.

His thumb strokes your clit again, and you let out a whimper.

You feel his fingers enter you fully, stretching you, and fuck, you love the sensation.

“Yes! Yes please!” you beg, grabbing onto the sheets beneath you tightly, waiting for that sweet release. Jungkook smirks at your response. You never thought you could sound like that.

“Please what?” He grins.

“Please touch me! Make me come! Take me with your cock-“

“Say less,” he snarls before he stands up. Pushing his underwear down, he lifts you up , straddling his hips, and enters you quickly. You squeal at the intrusion but try not to moan as he fills you completely.

For a moment you can do nothing more than hold on tight to his shoulders and ride out the wave of pleasure that engulfs you.

You feel dizzy and weak yet you can’t help but smile at the man who fucked you mercilessly earlier. That’s how much you trust him, how much you admire him.

After his hands roam your breasts and he gives them a light squeeze, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. With every thrust you get closer to oblivion. You feel like you are going to burst, you want to scream, but you don’t want him to stop. If anything you feel a lot of pressure building up in your core and your pussy starts to contract around him. Jungkook moves faster, hitting the spot over and over until you feel tears streaming down your cheeks.

Just as you think you are going to collapse in his arms, you can feel your orgasm coming, the waves rocking you violently until it reaches its peak. You gasp for air, and feel him swallow you whole before letting himself go, releasing inside your body, his dick twitching inside you.

As he calms himself down, he holds you close to him, resting his chin on top of your head. He stays silent for a couple of seconds, then he speaks.

“I guess I should have started earlier. How do you feel now?”

You can’t help but laugh at his question.

“Amazing! My legs are trembling. My hair is sticking to my sweaty forehead and everything, and I’m really hungry.”

He chuckles quietly, still holding you, and you know what he is thinking without needing to look at him, “We both are. Let’s get into that bath, princess. I’m sure I made you more tired this morning.”

You blush at his words but nod in agreement. Picking you up bridal style, he walks to the bathroom with confident strides. As you pass the big mirror, you almost gasp when you see his naked ass and his muscular back with tattoos but you couldn’t mistake the red marks on his skin which were left by your fingernails when he made love to you last night.

Did I really do that? You were shocked.

He carries you to the tub and puts you down carefully so you wouldn’t slip from his grasp, although it looks like he doesn't care about that either. He has been touching you more these past days, not caring if you get sick of it, especially since you are getting more used to his touch by the day.

Filling the bath with warm water, he adds some fragrances which smell like fresh fruits and grass. Even though it was sweet of him, you couldn’t get your eyes off him.

He was so gorgeous that you couldn’t even believe that he wants the plain you.

Still naked from your previous activities, you watched his big cock twitch at the sight of your eyes glued on him. He seems very comfortable with it. His cock is hard and bulging, the veins on his penis standing out, but you didn’t notice. You were just staring at his member.

When he noticed you watching his cock he gave you a sly smile and you blushed a little bit. You turn your eyes towards the floor, not wanting him to see how flustered you were; you’re sure you wouldn’t like it.

Once the tub was filled and filled with bubbles, he climbs in first and pulls you closer to him, putting his arms around your waist securely. You can feel your heart beating rapidly once again when he wraps his arms around you.

This feeling of safety and security overwhelms you; you have no idea why, but it somehow does. You find yourself leaning back slightly against his chest and closing your eyes; the smell of the bathwater and his scent is making you drowsy, the sensation almost lulling you to sleep. When the warmth enveloped your body, Jungkook moved his hand under your butt, pulling you a bit closer to his chest and wrapping his arm around your waist.

With Jungkook's warmth surrounding you, you finally felt safe enough to sleep.

The smell of coffee wakes you up when you hear a low voice calling your name.

When you open you eyes, you see Jungkook sitting at the edge of the bed where you were sleeping and he was dressed in his full armor. Even his face was covered by a scarf.

You stared at him confused,” What’s going on? Why are you dressed like a guard again?”

“I was out checking your land with my men while you were sleeping. Since you were tired, I wanted you to rest.” He explains.

When you hear his words, you immediately sat up,” Is my father safe? Did the vampires were still at the palace?”

Before he could answer you there was a knock at the door, indicating that someone is outside.

“Enter,” he commands.

The door opens, revealing a servant. It was golden haired fallen angel, the same as Jungkook but instead of black wings he had silver wings. Looking down at his feet, he didn’t even looked at you both to avoid his king’s disapproving stare because he just disturbed your moment.

“Your highness, I am sorry to interrupt but a group of vampires are approaching. We must prepare for battle.”

Hearing the word vampires, makes you freeze when you look at Jungkook in fear.

“They are here? In your kingdom?” you ask as you grab onto his armored chest.

Jungkook pushes his scarf from his face and grabs your hand with one of his hand and holds it to his lips as he kisses it softly.

“Don’t worry, I will protect you,” he promises.

“Protect me? I think we already established that, but who will protect you?” you sounded worried.

He laughs,” Darling, I don’t need protecting but I appreciate the thought. You’re the only person that can make me feel this safe,” he says tenderly.

At those words, you couldn’t control your emotions anymore; you threw your arms around him and hugged him tightly; trying to ignore the fact that he was still wearing his armor. He chuckled in your ear, rubbing your arms gently.

“I’ll be fine,” he whispers, kissing your temple.

“Promise me you won’t die,” you whisper back.

“I promise,” he replies.

“Okay,” you say, reluctantly letting go of him.

“Now go eat something in the kitchen. My servants will prepare everything you ask so just relax and wait for me to return,” he says and kisses the tip of your nose lightly.

“I don’t want to let you out of my sight,” you admit.

Jungkook grins,” You never have to. But right now I am your guard. So go shower and go eat breakfast in the dining hall. I will be back before you know it. If something happens to you, I will know it.”

“How?” you asked rising an eyebrow at him.

Jungkook grins and pulls you closer.

Touching the collar on your neck, you felt it then. It hummed warmly with energy, the small vibrations making your whole body tingle.

“My collar keeps me updated on all of your movements, even emotions you feel and tells me everything you do. So don’t worry, darling. Just try to keep your mind occupied or else you might start worrying about me. Now go eat, I’ll be back soon.”

Kissing you the last time, he leaves the room and you are left alone.

Be continued…

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[thornsnvultures]

for the hot scenario thing… i might have one 🫢

how about reader ““bullying”” jake jensen by taking his glasses and when he asks for them back, she tells him she will but only if she gets to ride his face first… (and maybe it backfires when he grips her thighs and keeps her there after she cums, saying “we’re not done yet. you didn’t think one was enough did you?” or something)

HATE | No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Two things: 1. I love being a brat, and 2. I love when a dom says "oh isn't this what you wanted??" even more 😂 (though this turned out a lot more subby than intended 😅 can't help myself when it comes to Jake I guess)

18+ under the cut

"C'mon, baby, give 'em back," Jake whines.

"What do you need them for? You're not getting out of this bed." You hold his frames behind his back, smiling and proud of yourself for snatching them off the nightstand before your blind as a bat boyfriend could put them on.

"I just need to check one thing on my computer and I'll be right back." The puppy dog eyes are in full force on his face, but you're not letting him get away with it this time. He promised you a full weekend with no work-related interruptions. It's barely been 24 hours and the workaholic in him is already itching to go back on that promise.

"No," you point a finger in his face and he stops his crawl across the bed towards you. "You promised, Jakey."

"I know, baby, buy I-"

"No buts! In fact, if you want them back so bad you're gonna have to do something for me." Your smile grows as you use the hand pointed at him to push him back until he's laying flat on his back on the bed again. He watches dazed as you crawl up his body, his glasses now perched atop your head and out of his reach, until you're straddling his broad chest.

"If you want these back so bad, you're gonna have to eat my pussy."

"I could just take them from you," Jake shrugs, his nonchalant facade wavering the less he can keep eye contact with you. His gaze keeps dropping to your cunt settled over the middle of his chest. You weren't wearing any panties, still uncovered from the previous night's love making.

You toyed with the hem of his tshirt as it rode up over your thighs. The rapid rise and fall of Jake's chest as his breathing picked up made the hair on his pecs tickle your cunt, the sensation making your slicker by the second.

"You could take them from me, or," you draw out the word as you slip the tshirt up and over your body until every soft curve is on display, "You can let me sit my pussy on your mouth and show me how bad you want them."

Jake whines at your little display, too weak to say no. How could he say no to you when you're everything he's ever dreamed of.

You squeal as his strong arms suddenly pull you forward, grasping at the headboard as his arms latch around your thick thighs. His mouth is hot against your cunt as you hover over his face, but he's not having that. You want him to earn it, he's gonna do it right.

Jake tugs on your thighs until you're fully sitting on his face, his groan reverberating through your folds. Quickly, his tongue slides through your slick to lap at your hole, sucking in and savoring your juices as they spill. His nose nudges your clit as he feasts and you cry out, head thrown back in the air.

"Fuck, Jake, feels so good," your breath catches as you speak. Especially when he wraps his lips around your aching clit and sucks, flicking the swollen bud with his tongue until your legs are shaking around his head.

Your fingers grip his frosted tips and you can't help but grind your hips down, swiveling against the bristly, short hairs on his face. The pleasure and pain make your cunt throb, pulsing more of your juices.

"Jake," you gasp, "I'm gonna-"

He nods his head under you, his eyes half lidded and hazy but not stopping for a second, watching as you shout and come undone, your whole body convulsing over him.

When your breath is caught and you can feel your legs enough to move you lift off Jake's face, smiling at how absolutely wrecked he looks. His goatee is glossy and dripping with your slick and he licks his lips.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Huh?" You gasp when Jake turns his head to the side and bites at the meat of your thigh. He soothes the love bite with his tongue, licking over the marks his teeth made until you're sighing and squirming in his hold again. He does the same thing on the other side, his wet lips sucking marks into you like he's claiming you. Something primal unlocking in him when he growls as you try to move away. His arms tighten around your thighs and pull you back over his face.

"Oh we're not done yet. You didn't think one was enough, did you, baby?" He presses a kiss to your clit, nuzzling against your mound, before looking up at you again. "No, I have to earn it."

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[jumpingthroughclouds]

Swim

A/N: Hey guys, I've noticed a lack of Zimo smut so I wrote some myself. It's not beta read or edited because my editing app broke so it's probably kinda bad. Title from that Chase Atlantic song

Posted on AO3 as well: Swim

I think letting that man help me with my stance at gun range that one time was the best decision I've ever made. We've had ups and downs but Zimo, my Zhiqiang has helped me become a better person for it.

The stress and trauma that comes from this job in Specgru leaves Zhiqiang with a lowered libido and the combination with insomnia leaves me writhing in my skin for more every long night. Everything about him, those starry night eyes, that dragon tattoo on his back and those little glimpses I get if he wears grey sweatpants, everything drives me insane and honestly maybe makes me a bit of a pick me girl to my own boyfriend.

Maybe the universe had heard my anguish or maybe she was just being nice tonight but I had noticed the signs. A day of sun in the midst of a barren February, a break from missions, the shine in Zhiqiang’s eyes when he stares.

He does that a lot, stare I mean. He stares at his friends while they talk, at supervisors when they walk by and at me when I do anything. Lately though, his stares have grown suggestive in nature, fleeting down to private areas and drawing my own gaze to unsavoury areas. Of course anyone who looked for more than 3 seconds could understand exactly what he wanted. Roach ended up teasing me for an entire afternoon once.

That’s how I ended in this position. I am leaning heavily against Zhiqiang as I straddle his lap. His hand runs across my back and down my spine in a comforting manner as he keeps me lifted with my cunt directly over his red hard cock.

“Your first time, we’ll do this slowly, Ok? Nice and slow.”

He slowly pushed me down by the hand on my back while pulling me off of him slightly to gain access to my flushed sweaty face. There was a sudden stretch as I tried to accommodate the cock now breaching me and I made sure to let him know of the pain by trying and failing to grip his buzzed hair.

“Awwww poor little soldier.”

However, he continued to push me down against the blunt head of his cock. Almost unbearable, the pain continued as he bottomed out inside of me and stilled for a second. To distract me, Zhiqiang leaned forward and took me in a gentle kiss then swallowed my pathetic whimper as he rubbed his finger over my clit just right.

Pleasure blossomed throughout my whole body and nulled the pain from the stretch to fit him in. More moans fell out from my lips as he flicked my clit in a way that had me believing he could have been a fertility god. Suddenly he grabbed the flesh of my hips and pushed me up again, finally properly fucking me. My legs shake as his cock hits every sensitive spot deep inside of me and sends waves of pleasure that leave me breathless and soundless.

I squeak and wrap my arms around the man in front of me for stability. Zhiqiang let out a little raspy laugh that permeated straight to my chest and kissed me on the cheek.

“Feels good, right?”

“Mmm hmm” I mumbled into his shoulder and kissed his neck as I felt him continue to fuck up into me. The familiar knot in my lower stomach begins to grow and I move my hips up and down slightly in a rhythm like Zhiqiang. A growl escaped with his lips and I could feel him twitch inside of me. Still with care, he starts to thrust into me harder and suddenly the knot snaps. I grip Zhiqiang’s shoulders and scream silently while my eyes roll back into my head from the sheer overwhelming pleasure flooding my body. As tears prick my waterline, I could feel Zhiqiang hold my hips down and fill up the condom placed around his cock. He slips out of me and smiles at me again, petting my hair like a cat.

While he takes off the condom and throws it out in the small garbage can, I slowly sit up and stretch out my limbs as I regain feeling in them. My boyfriend walks back over to me and helps me up by my armpits so that we could go to the bathroom to shower. Of course I ended up groping him at least once.

Afterwards we cuddled like we had many times before. On top of him with my head in his neck, his arms around me and calm conversation filling the space between us. We fit together like puzzle pieces and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. He took a little longer due to his insomnia but in the end he ended up sleeping, holding me like a teddy bear.

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[zoeykallus]

Fives – Soldier Boy 14 – Important News

Warnings: Smut 18 + /Angst /Tension

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You are just trying to arrive properly, the situation seems to relax, but appearances are deceptive.

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What Happened Before:

Soldier Boy

Part 2 - Caught In The Act

Part 3 - Tender Affection

Part 4 - Worries And Secrets

Part 5 - Welcome Back, Soldier Boy

Part 6 - I Should Have Known

Part 7 - Doing Something Stupid

Part 8 - Hot Tub

Part 9 - Seize The Night

Part 10 - We Need A Medic

Part 11 - Live To Fight Another Day

Part 12 - What Lies Ahead

Part 13 - An Unexpected Friend

Part 14 - Important News

Fives slowly stood up and looked at you. You smiled.

"Master Yoda believes in you and what you said," you said softly, "I think that's a good sign, don't you?"

Fives finally laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, that's... wow"

He pulled you to him with a jerk and hugged you tight. It was nice to see him regain hope.

"Excuse me? May I now show you where you will be staying?"

The droid's voice made you sit up and take notice.

"Yes, that would be great," you finally said "What are you actually called?"

"My designation is CCT-4," the droid turned and walked stiffly ahead of you down a trail from the landing pad, through a small patch of forest.

It didn't take long and you already saw your destination. A small house between the trees, it looked nice, even had a small terrace. You saw Fives looking at the house, a bit like a child looking insecurely at a new environment. You couldn't blame him, it was something new and very unfamiliar. Fives had only known the barracks and sleeping in the field.

When he entered the building after the droid, his eyes wandered back and forth, over the furniture, the windows, and then to you. He smiled a little uncertainly.

"A house. It's funny. The first time I've ever had anything like a home is when I'm actually on the run."

"A paradox... sort of."

The droid began to show you all the rooms, but neither Fives nor you paid much attention. The house was beautiful, clean, modernly furnished, you had everything you needed here, far more than either of you would have guessed. But at the moment you had other thoughts. Fives warm hand reached for yours, your eyes met.

"Hey uh CCT-4," Fives said "could you give us some privacy?"

The droid nodded.

"Of course, I'll retreat"

When you were alone Fives pulled you close and put his arms around you.

His forehead rested against yours and he said, "It's going to be okay".

There was so much relief in his voice that you returned his embrace warmly and stroked his back.

"My poor darling, hearing that from Yoda probably took a lot of tension off your shoulders, didn't it?"

He laughed softly and grumbled in agreement, "Yes indeed. Can you believe it?"

"Yes, of course I can, you didn't do anything wrong, why wouldn't he believe you"

"The others didn't believe me," he said sadly.

"Because they don't know any better" you said softly, reaching for his face with both hands "They're confused and don't know what's going on, you hardly believed it yourself did you?"

Fives sighed and finally nodded.

"I know, it's still.... painful."

You stroked his cheek and said "I'm sorry".

"Don't be, none of this is your fault".

At night in bed, Fives was again particularly gentle that day. He lay over you and took you in gentle but deep thrusts, his gaze always directed at your face, listening to every sound you made.

You had your legs wrapped around his hips, your hands on his neck. The way he looked at you, so full of affection, so tender, your heart soared. He paused briefly to steal you a tender kiss before resuming his movements a little faster this time, his hard cock penetrating deep inside you with each thrust.

It was fantastic, so familiar so sensual so good.

But something unfamiliar, quite suddenly destroyed the moment. The droid's voice.

"I must apologize, I hate to interrupt, but something of extreme importance has come up".

Fives murmured, "It will have to wait."

"But I...."

"Get out of the bedroom NOW!"

The droid staggered away and Fives sighed in annoyance. He felt unease rising within him, what could be so important?

You felt the same way, the arousal had completely died down and insecurity spread. You felt that it was the same for Fives, because he was slowly softening inside you. With a crude curse he climbed down from you.

"This can't be happening! This better be important!"

You hastily rolled out of bed to get dressed as well.

"Fives! Please wait for me!"

He stopped in the doorway, in his boxers and t-shirt, and waited with an amused grin as you nearly tripped over your own feet while pulling your shirt over your head. He caught you and tugged your shirt into place.

"You're going to break your neck someday," he said jokingly.

You grinned and felt heat rise in your cheeks, it always made you uncomfortable when you were so clumsy in front of him.

"You distracted me," you said dismissively.

"Oh yeah, how so?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes, "I don't know, but it's your fault."

Fives laughed heartily, pulled you close and gave you a big smack on the neck that tickled so much you let out a squeak.

"Is now a better time?"

CCT-4 had returned.

Fives sighed, "What's wrong?"

"Master Yoda left a message"

"What?!"

"I said Master-"

"I got that," Fives started up "Did he call?"

"Yes, that's why I said-"

"Then you say Yoda is on Comm, not some cryptic crap about some important news!" huffed Fives.

Fives was glowing with anger, that was unusual, you had last seen him like that when the other clones had harassed you.

"It's bad news," he said softly, "I can feel it."

You blinked, put a hand on his shoulder. You said nothing, but you felt it too, it wasn't tangible, but it felt dark, heavy, and strangely empty.

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[almondmilks-posts]

Jschlatt- executed pt3

It's been like a year and a half since I wrote this story but got damn am I bringing it back because it has so much potential plus I just wanna write an actual story again plus I wanna see the difference in my writing because damn I re read it and it's pretty terrible

Recap: schlatt your husband murdered you in a drunken rage and has a heart attack but you both meet in your Ghost forms leaving you following ranboo in his ender walking state

I wote the first halves almost two years ago so lore has pretty much evolved and we know what happens so I don't think this follows much of the actual lore anymore

Warnings: angst, uhhh yea dissociation and derealization PTSD symptoms almost....

After meeting glatt you felt weird. Weird as in you felt more disconnected to the server? To your self? Your ghost hands would go numb, your eyes would go blurry and vivid colourful memories of your past life would play into your imagination. The feeling of a netherite sword through your heart is very difficult to forget even in ghost form. You confided your struggles to your favourite ghost pal Wilbur onky to find out that he feels the same way.

You- and it's like I feel human again and I'm in the moment again and again but I never know who's stabbing me it's as if I'm dreaming and not supposed to know

Ghostbur- i feel the same n/n I wake up and boom my ears are ringing hands are burning and someone's standing above me stabbing a blade through me

You- bur life doesn't feel the same anymore and I'm not sure why.

Both of you were feeling pretty down in the dumps, sitting on a few blocks of grass in the middle of a wheat field not to far from the community House. like always ghostbur had friend in a leash as the blue sheep was munching away at some blades of grass. Both you and ghostbur recently have been grumpy and even lashing out at people on the server. Just the other day you yelled at ponk for almost hitting you with an arrow when usually you would just laugh and ghostbur for example would be when he pushed Phil of a podeom because he was taking too long to water bucket almost killing him. Ghost life felt different for the both of you right now but what you didn't know is that outside forces were causing you both to feel like this.

In his dreamwalking state, ranboo had been secretly breaking into the prison telling dream all the drama and tea of the server including the ghost drama of you, ghostbur, glatt meeting on occasions. He absolutely fucking hates schlatt more than Tommy, he was the only person he could not manipulate even shit faced schlatt was like a tank you on the other hand was pretty easy to manipulate but he never got the chance. You were always attached to your husband at the hip even up to your death and it seems to dream that even in death you and schlatt gravitate towards eachother. So he decided to have some fun with the help of ender walking ranboo to constantly pull the three ghosts together forcing you guys to hang out so dream could use his revivebook. That's how it worked, get you all together do the spell and over a period of time you all should wake up where you died.

You were walking to hang out with Hannah and puffy to go on a jungle trip when suddenly the server started spinning. Your eyes got super blurry, hands numb oh no your remembering but this time it felt more intense your head pounded as the scene of you being stabbed played out in your mind.

* a stabbing sharp pain was felt just above your heart, you looked down to see a black blade plunged deep into your chest, blood seaping out of you wound. You grabbed the wrist of your murder and weakly pulled the sword out.*

In your memory you finally looked up at the asailent to be met with black horns and browns eyes. It was Schlatt? Why why would he do that? You thought than everything went black.

Ghostbur

He was sitting inside Phil's chest room looking for some more blue when he felt pins and needles all up his arms and lound painful banging in his head oh no he's remembering

* a grey button in a small dark damp room was pressed. Loud tnt exploding could be heard than a loud ringing in his ears. Phil? That's when Phil jumped down anger in his eyes " kill me Phill kill me" that's when a black blade plunged its way into his heart blood seaping down his clothes Tommy screaming could be heard than darkness.

Glatt

He sat in his home made gym he bullied quackity into making. Practicing his squats like he always did when his leg felt like jelly and gave way. He feel to the ground with blurry eyes and no feeling in his body oh not this again he's remembering.

* he drunkenly stumbled down the prime path no idea what his intentions was or where he was going. Yelling something at quackity along the lines of "flatty patty" or calling him a "dumb broad" when pain shot up his left arm, clutching his chest with one hand and a bottle of jack in his other his legs gave way and helfeel to the ground the last thing he saw was quackity looking over at him wearing your diamond boots than everything went dark*

You woke up in a plot of land. An empty plot of land with some uneavn parts of dirt almost as if a building was blown up by tnt. " What the fuck what is this place how did I get here?" You placed your hands on the ground to get up when you looked down and... Omg skin? You pulled your skin at the back of your hand and low and behold it was skin. You were human again. You rubbed your hands all over your body because you could actually feel it before your hands would just go through. You eventually got up really slowly still super confused how did you become human? Where were you? How to get back! You had been to many many places on the server but you didn't nit recognise the land you were looking out into.

Turning around to see what direction you would walk to get back to the main hub your froze. Hold up, you recognised that tree because it grew in a perfect square. And the recognised that flower patch because you had planted it and you recognised the area except the house you lived and loved and was murdered in had gone. Must have blown it up when schlatt died. That basterd. You thought about killing him again than you thought about ghostbur. Was what you both had been feeling a sign that your were shifting into your human form? Does that mean Wilbur was human aswell? You pulled out your campus (kinda like cords) and sprinted in the general direction of the main smp. The while way you couldn't stop the hatred you felt for schlatt for killing you like he had.

To get to the main smp you had to unfortunately run through lmanburg know covered in glass otherwise you would have to go round adding extra time onto your journey when a brown blob moved in the distance, you ran towards it hoping it was a player and it was.

You- bur? Is that you? Omg your human too

Bur- omg I'm what- I'm human haha I'm human omg this is I'm what?

You- this shit is wild, we felt this happening remember well I think that's what this is? I'm not sure how or why but I think we have another chance

Revivebur- well reviven/n I guess we better get heading to the SMp

You- let's go I wanna have a word with mister glatt the cunt has some explaining to do

Revivebur- oh so you know about what happened?

You- yea I finally saw who stabbed me I still don't know why he did but he brutally murdered me and acted like nothing happened when I became a ghost oh and did you find out who stabbed you? Was it glatt aswell?

Reviverb- oh uh it was Phill but I begged him to don't worry I understand now

You- well I don't so you explain it to me while we walk to the SMp

Ugh a nice ish ending? Villan arc shit. This was so much fun to write.

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[redrosesartcabin]

12.Scenario: Real Love makes your lungs black, Real love is a heart attack

Sorta Pt.2 to “Unexpected Visit from the Past” (that’s the fifth scenario!”)

Title comes from a song called “Real Love” by Big Thief

Megatron x reader fanficition ( can be found here as well https://archiveofourown.org/users/Redrosessoulcabin)

Link to the previous chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/723018023104036864/11scenario-at-the-mountain-lake?source=share

Link to the first post: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/722529797578833920/double-posting-my-fanfic-now

Link to the next chapter: (Will be inserted as soon as there is one)

A bit of an Angsty fic with some swearing that ends in hurt/comfort though because I’m too weak for real pain

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It was on a usual late morning when you walked into the kitchen only to find Miko sitting at the dining table, enjoying a cup of coffee, not even flinching when you let out a piercing scream.

“Miko!”, you exclaimed after you took a deep breath, recovering from your shock, “You can’t just break into people’s houses!”

“We had a deal”, she said, shrugging her shoulders.

“Excuse me where in the deal did it say that you could break into my house?”, you asked, putting your hands on your hips.

“I’m a secret agent, you think I knock?”, she quipped back and sadly, you had nothing cooler to counter this, so you opted for an eye roll and instead just sat down opposite to her.

“Ok so; What do you wanna know?”, you asked.

“Well- I have to admit what I want to know this fine morning is more of a personal thing”, Miko said, “You must’ve at least guessed that much, otherwise I could’ve just gone into the barn.”

“You know that he hides there?”, you asked.

Miko laughed loudly at that before she answered, “It’s incredibly obvious, besides, where do you think I’ve inquired about information with and from Megatron before?”

“Fair enough”, you mumbled, before you continued, “And so what is this personal thing you want to know about me?”

Miko sighed, “Well”, she began, “I vowed that I would never care about things like these, but it’s just too fascinating not to inquire about: What is it like? Being with Megatron? I want to know everything!”, Miko’s eyes widened further and further as she asked and inquired, leaning forward towards you slightly, curiosity plastered all over her face.

Now you were the one who burst out laughing.

“Oh, the cool, grant Miko Nakadai is curious about the awesome robot romance, hm?”, you teased.

“Hey! Can you blame me?”, she asked, slightly offended at how amused you were by this, “I mean: Is it similar to human romance? And what is Megatron like? Is he always nice now?-“

“Breathe Miko, one question at the time”, you chuckled.

“Ok alright it’s just- every time I tried to ask Megatron he really didn’t want to talk about it… which is understandable”, Miko explained.

“I thought as much”, you smiled, “Megatron is still very apprehensive even with me to talk directly about what we are. He does a lot of nice things for me and we have… some fun time-“

“-Which is something where the information can stay scarce”, Miko interrupted you. You grinned at that.

“Oh you don’t want to know everything?”

Miko sighed, “Please continue”.

You laughed again shortly before you picked up your red thread again, “-So anyways: Megatron is a very good, kind boyfriend, but he still definitely has his moments as you can imagine. It gets better and better with time, but his pride is sort of still there and sometimes he feels the way he behaves is too much unlike him and that it’s below him. It’ll take a lot longer for him to truly get used to it I feel-“

“Why are you talking to her about this?”, you suddenly heard Megatrons voice ask beside you.

Unfortunately for both you and Miko, the door to the kitchen was placed exactly so both of you couldn’t have seen him coming and for some reason, the Mech was very quiet on his pedes, especially when mass displaced.

You knew looking at him that he was more than furious with you. Both Miko and you didn’t know what to answer so you both just stared at him, bodies frozen in place.

“Oh ok, now you’re quiet”, Megatron retorted to that, “Couldn’t have shut up when it mattered”

“Hold on now a second”, you said, voice dangerously raised as you found it again where before it had gotten caught in your throat like a big, fat lump. Still, yet again, you didn’t know what else to say, your thoughts racing a thousand miles an hour.

“Hold on and what?”, he asked, “Have to witness how you belittle me in front of my former enemy?”

“I’m not belittling you!”, you now screamed.

“Really?! And what do you call telling Miko all about my personal issues?”, he yelled back.

“I’m not freaking telling her all of your issues asshole! I’m just telling her a little about us because who else can I talk to?! HUH?! Nobody else can know about you and when I try and tell you anything about yourself you just shrug it off or mope like a child!”

“So that’s how you truly feel? I’m just a burden to you is that it?”, he asked, now not screaming, but sort of whispering.

But you were still blind with rage so you screamed, “Sometimes you are! And it would be nice if I could just relieve it sometimes!”

Megatron only nodded at that and as fast as he appeared he was gone again.

For a few seconds you stood there, unmoving, staring where he had stood and with every second your world shattered more and more to pieces, then rebuilding itself again to reveal an ugly image of the consequences of your words.

“Shit”, you whispered, “I fucked up”

“It’s ok”, Miko said, more gentle than you had ever heard her speak, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you sunk to the floor and quiet bitter tears, “It’s not only your fault. You both were fighting”

“But I shouldn’t have said that he is a burden. Not even sometimes. I didn’t mean it like that it’s just- a part of me was so happy when you asked and I felt like I could finally tell someone about us. Not only the ugly parts but also all the nice things.”, you sobbed, breathing heavily, before you whispered to Miko, “I love him so much it hurts and it hurts even more that I can’t share it with the world”

Miko nodded at that, rubbing your arm in comfort, “I understand… I understand”

Later on you both went to the barn to check on Megatron, but he wasn’t to be found there.

“No no no… he didn’t run away, did he? God no”, you mumbled to yourself, terror filling your limbs, “I knew it, I said too much, I said too much…”, you repeated again and again, the panic attack taking over you until you only heard your heartbeat for a while and your body shook and nothing made sense.

As you were slumping down, now laying there on the floor, obviously not seeing or hearing anything really of your surroundings anymore, Miko tried to calm you, telling you to breathe over and over again until she heard very familiar footsteps behind her coming into the barn.

“Thank fuck!”, Miko exclaimed, “You came back!”

Megatron just looked at her at first as if she grew a second head, and then said “Of course I came ba-“, but the last syllable got lost in a nowhere-space as he detected you, curled up on the floor.

His spark ached at the sight.

“My sweet?”, he asked gently, “Do you hear me?”

You shivered but didn’t really stir. At that Megatron decided to mass displace again, walking carefully towards you to lay a couple of his long digits on your shoulder. Miko shifted back a bit as you launched forward rapidly, sitting up to look at Megatron in pure terror for a while, before your breathing became even again and you began to cry once more.

“Please, don’t scare me like that again”, you only managed to breathe out, wrapping your arms around his right one.

“I was just out, punching some trees”, he explained, “You have new firewood now”.

That coaxed a little sniffled giggle out of you that made Miko happy and relieved Megatron. As Megatron enveloped you in a bigger hug Miko motioned to him that she’d go back into the house to give the two of you some privacy.

“I am so sorry”, Megatron said after a few minutes, where you let out the last hiccups and heavy breaths.

“No, I am”, you said.

“We both can be”, he answered, giving you a gentle kiss on the head, “I… am still not the biggest fan of Miko being around you know? She used to want me dead, which is fair enough since I wanted her dead first, but it makes things a little awkward, even after the couple of normal conversations we’ve had. But after being out for a bit, letting my anger out and feeling unfairly treated by you, I realized that is not the case at all. You aren’t a therapist and I realized it must be hard to take all my burden and try to make it right.”

You smiled, giving him a kiss on his chassis, “Thank you. But I also will respect your privacy and understand your wish for your problems not to be shared like that with Miko.”

“Maybe we can say that you are allowed to vent to Miko, but to keep it as undetailed as possible. Not dive too deep in what I tell you and such.”

“That sounds good”, you agreed, “Though you know: After you went away, I also said to Miko that I lament not being able to share my love for you with anyone else. It’s not just pain I can’t share, it’s also joy. Sometimes I feel like I will burst, not being able to scream about how much I love you.”

Megatron chuckled lightly, before he said, “But you can… come! Let’s scream together!”

“Megatron! I’m not in the mood right now, also Miko is still-”

“Not that kind of screaming my love, get your mind out of the gutter”, Megatron laughed and you had to laugh as well at that.

“But what do you mean then?”, you asked.

“Come on”, he simply said, took your hand and dragged the confused you out of the barn.

Miko was drinking a glass of water, patiently waiting for you two to return, but suddenly, instead, heard yelling outside.

“God, are they fighting again?”, she asked herself and walked out to protect you if must be. Maybe your relationship wasn’t so good after all… But when she stepped outside, following the voices through the forest, a couple of meters away from your cabin and the barn, she came upon a clearing that was a little cliff from which viewpoint you could overlook a valley with more patches of the forest as well as parts of the mountain range and a small lake, resting in its center. And there you two stood, screaming into the wilderness, letting your voices travel over the valley. Megatron screamed your name again and again and then “I love you!”, and then you screamed back, “Megatron, Megatron, Megatron I love you!”, over and over, laughing and giggling as you did.

“Oh yes, the whole world should know!”, you both then yelled in union, “I love you so!” and then you began to sing it in an unidentifiable, ancient melody, dancing to it round and round until you fell to the floor with laughter and kisses.

Miko returned to the house then, deciding to leave you two for today.

 *

 When Megatron and you returned to the barn you had spent the entire day screaming, laughing and making love, assuring each other of your importance. You felt a little bad not letting Miko know but figured she had gotten the gist herself.

When you walked into the kitchen again in the evening you found a little note on the table, signed by Miko that confirmed that thought, and revealed even more.

It read:

“I know now what your love is like, it’s like in the lyrics of a song I adore: ‘Real love, real love makes your lungs black, real love is a heart attack.’ The song sounds a bit depressing, but I always saw it as a beautiful description of how much pain in brings, but also about how wonderfully intense it is, how much emotion there is.

Your love is true love, heart wrenching, red, an exchange of breaths, the raw truth, so ugly but mesmerizing as only the raw truth can be. And I am blessed to know you were given that and that you brought Megatron to build that with you.

May the whole world have love like yours someday.

Don’t forget to keep in touch,

Your friend and perhaps one day even Megatron’s friend,

Miko Nakadai”

 And there you knew; you had gained a friend for life.

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[pregnancyhope]

Lilly's Home Birth

0400- I woke up with contractions too strong to sleep through. I did a cervix check- 2cm. That was about what it had been, but I did my GBS+ rinse just in case.

0530- I did another cervix check- 3cm, small bulging membranes. Finally, a change! That's probably labor so I sent an email to mom. Contractions 3-6 minutes, pain about 4/10. No blood, no leaking.

0600- Called Mom and sister in law, all are on the way. Toddler woke up and nursed a few minutes. The contractions got suddenly so much stronger that I had to tell her no more.

0700- Contractions were getting stronger, pain 6/10, 3-5 minutes apart. I did another cervix check 4-5cm, lg bulging membranes. No blood, no leaking. That was a lot of progress in a short period of time. I started to get nervous about whether my mom would make it in time. Woke up hubby.

0715- Called midwife Kate, she's on her way. I got some bloody show with my next pee stop. Kate arrived a bit later. I felt better once she was there.

0800- Midwife apprentice Love here. Labor assessment done. Setting up the kitchen for the birth. Inflating the tub. Contractions getting more intense, every 2-3 minutes. Puttering around the house getting everything just the way I wanted. Stopping and breathing through contractions. We sent Toddler next door too play until the baby was about to come.

1000- Couldn't sit down through contractions anymore. The pain was radiating down through my hips and low back. Starting to feel some rectal pressure. Mom was coming at 1100 with sister and sister in law. Getting nervous that they're going to miss the birth. Starting to fill the tub. Nurse Sue here.

1100- Whew, everyone made it. Tub getting full. Still walking around, chatting between contractions. Final belly pictures taken. Belly pictures with sister in law too. Went to the bathroom to pee one more time before getting in the tub. GBS rinse done. Had trouble getting the douche bottle in so I checked to see what was going on in there. 8cm dilated with huge bulging amniotic membrane. Got the rinse done. I never would have guessed I was 8cm. I was so much more comfortable than at the hospital with the induced contractions last time. From my level of discomfort I would have guessed 3-4 cm. Went down and told the midwives what I found, they said it was tub time.

1200- Into the tub. The water was amazing, made everything fell better. Listened to nice music and talked. Mothers talking about their births. Everyone made guesses about gender, time and birth weight.

1300- Contractions suddenly more painful, especially low back. Tried a couple little pushes, but that was worse. Contractions started to space out, more every 5-10 minutes. Getting pruned up anyway, so out of the tub to walk around and so Kate could see what the baby was doing. Baby turned out to be direct OP, so I started with lunges on the stairs to try to turn baby around. Slow danced with hubby for a few contractions.

1400- Went upstairs to pee. Talked to mom for a few minutes. I was feeling pretty discouraged. I thought I was almost done down in the tub, now the labor was dragging on ahead of me. Trying to trust my body and wait it out. Got back down to the living room. Contractions spaced to 15 minutes.

1500- Baby still OP, slightly to the right. Baby's heart rate had been a little fast for about 2 hours. So we decided I should lie down and rest on my right side to help me gather some energy and help baby roll back to the right position. I had a liter of IV fluid to help with the baby's heart rate. The contractions hurt so badly, I just wanted to get up. I knew that I had gotten through 8 hours of this pain last time, so I could get through one hour now. I couldn't be still, couldn't relax. I watched the fluid drip into my arm and kept breathing. The contractions started to get closer together again. Finally enough was in and baby's heart rate was better.

1700- The midwife pulled the IV and I was free to get up. I stood up and got hit with a big contraction. I grabbed hubby's shoulders and hung on. My body started pushing and my legs fell half into a squat. My water broke in a huge gush that startled everyone in the room. Baby had turned the right way and way ready. Back to the tub. I got in on hands and knees. I wanted to push, but when I did it felt wrong. Everything was so intense and I was feeling frantic. I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do. I pushed a little, breathed a little, turned and crawled in the tub. Nothing felt right. I checked my cervix and was still only 9cm. I almost cried. Hubby was right at the side of the tub. I just looked up at him and tried not to think. I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't been right there. My sister ran next door to get my toddler.

Another contraction came and my body pushed, hard. I tried not to, but there was no stopping it. The baby moved down and felt so huge, like my hips were coming apart. The contraction passed and the feelings got less intense. I was afraid to push anymore because the baby felt so big, but I was afraid not to because I knew another contraction would come. I experimented with a couple of small pushes and baby slid down and started to crown. I stretched and wiggled and pushed a tiny bit. The next contraction pushed the baby's head most of the way out. A few more little pushes had the shoulders out. I expected the final gush of the baby leaving my body, but it didn't come. The midwife told me to push. I did, but the baby didn't move. The midwife pulled on the baby and pulled me back through the water. Baby was stuck tight.

1732- The midwife told me to stand up. As soon as I did the baby came loose and out. What a relief! We passed the baby between my legs and up to my belly, but I couldn't see between the legs, so I asked hubby what we had. He told me I had a daughter, Lilly. I was so happy. I sat with her in the water and snuggled her. Hubby and toddler came close to see. Toddler was fascinated. She wasn't scared by the birth, but she was concerned that the baby was crying. There was barely any blood. The water wasn't even pink.

After a while I felt like I was ready to deliver the placenta. They helped me stand up and I sat on the bedside toilet. The cord was really short so hubby cut it. Baby went to hubby just as I started to push the placenta out. No one was touching me or pulling on the cord and it didn't hurt at all.

All of our business was done so we went and got on the couch. The midwife checked my bottom and found that nothing was torn. Lilly's measurements were 8 pounds, 10 oz, 14 inch head, 15 inch chest, 20.5 inches. She nursed like a champ on our first try. I felt good right away. What a different experience from my first birth!

Lessons learned this time 1.It is totally worth waiting the extra few days for labor to start on its own 2.There's no point in rushing labor. If the contractions slow down there's a reason. 3.It is worth waiting for the water to break on its own. 4.It's ok to be scared and in pain during labor. I can work through it. 5.I am super woman!