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The Younger Kind Part 45 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is loving his life at home. Skittles continues to fit right in while you inadvertently insist on nearly finding the one thing Bradley wants to keep hidden. A family day at the beach followed by a night alone with you are the only things he wants to focus on right now. It would be great if that's what he was allowed to do.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, smut, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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It was late by the time Bradley got home with Skittles, and you were pretty tired after assisting with an emergency at work. But Noah must have heard him pull into the driveway as he called out, "Daddy's back!" in the middle of coloring a rainbow turtle. He was out of his seat and heading for the front door before you could stop him, but it didn't matter, because you were anxious to see Bradley, too.

When you rounded the corner, he was kneeling on the floor and collecting Noah in his arms, a light blue bakery box on the floor next to him. You were used to seeing him with one arm around Noah while he held Skittles, but right now he was looking up at you like you were the only thing in the room worth his attention. It was remarkable that he still made you feel this giddy.

"Hey, Baby," he rasped. "You had a good day? Your emergency patient doing okay?" Then he stood up with his arms full and leaned down to kiss your forehead. He was still in his uniform, tall and strong, holding everything you cared about against his chest.

"Yeah. I had a good day," you replied, somehow managing to squeeze your way between Noah and Skittles to give him a kiss on the neck while he chuckled.

"Me too. Skittles got a clean bill of health," he whispered, and you could hear his stomach growling. It had probably been seven or eight hours since he had lunch, so you bent to pick up the bakery box, already craving a donut.

"That's good. Come on," you coaxed, tucking your index finger inside the top of his pants and earning a raised eyebrow as you tugged him toward the kitchen. "We already ate, but I'll heat up some leftovers for you while the two of you color."

"Daddy, is Skittles your best friend?" Noah asked as you set the box on the counter and took a peek. You gasped, because it was filled with crown donuts. You looked at Bradley over your shoulder where he was now sitting with his son on his lap.

"I think technically either Mommy or Aunt Natasha is my best friend, Bub."

You smiled as Noah sternly said, "No. It's Skittles. Mommy and Aunts don't count."

"Right. My bad," Bradley replied as he fiddled with something in his pocket. When he met your eyes, you noticed his cheeks were a little flushed as you bit into one of the donuts. "I got you a whole dozen this time."

"I see that," you replied, setting it down again so you could heat up a plate of food. "Did you run into Casey?"

"I did not," he replied as Noah handed him a green crayon. "It was just Skittles and I running up the credit card bill. That animal clinic is expensive."

"I believe it," you replied, taking a bite of potato from his plate to make sure it was hot enough. You'd always wanted a dog, but according to your parents, everything to do with pets was too pricey. They wouldn't even let you have a goldfish when you were a kid.

You set Bradley's dinner in front of him before grabbing the container of ants on logs out of the refrigerator for Noah. You arranged them on a plate in a zigzag shape before giving them to him, and he had one in his mouth before the plate was all the way set down. When you turned to get your donut, Bradley reached out and wrapped his hand around your thigh, pulling you back to him.

"Princess," he whispered. "I love you."

He looked tired, and he was clearly in a bit of a soft mood. Maybe even sentimental. The way he called you his best friend a few minutes ago made you smile even now. But his dark eyes held so much devotion as he examined your face that you ran your fingers down along his cheek and let your forehead rest against his. You knew he was starving; you could still hear his stomach growling, but he made no move to release your leg to take a bite of his dinner. So you just stayed there, your lips brushing his every time you moved.

"I love you too, Daddy."

You grinned against his kiss as Noah crunched loudly on his carrot sticks. This was where you belonged. You could barely even remember the details of your tiny rental because of all of the richness of your home with Bradley. It was overpowering. Living with Bradley and Noah had a dreamlike quality that made everything better.

"You need to eat," you whispered, kissing Bradley one more time before returning to your donut.

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"I want Skittles to sleep in my bed!" Noah was practically crying, his cheeks bright red with frustration as Bradley tried to get him ready to go to sleep. He was overtired and cranky, and right now he was inconsolable. "You said after she got her cast off, she could sleep in my bed!"

"Noah," Bradley said in his softest tone as his son's arms flailed in his pajama shirt. "I said we can try, but we can't force Skittles to do things. Do you understand?"

But he just whined, "I want her to sleep in my bed!"

Bradley sighed where he sat in the middle of Noah's bedroom floor, the engagement ring still tucked in his khaki uniform pants pocket. He didn't know where to put it. He didn't even know exactly when he wanted to give it to you. But he desperately needed to get it stashed away somewhere before he just proposed to you tonight, because having it on his person was making him feel a certain way about you. Maybe it was a good thing that Noah was kind of killing the vibe.

"Just get in bed," Bradley told him. "If you get in bed right now, I'll bring Skittles in."

He watched Noah launch himself into his twin bed and pull the blankets up to his chin. The odds that the pup would stay in Noah's room even for a few minutes were pretty slim. You had her out in the backyard right now so she could go to the bathroom, but the little pooch was almost glued to Bradley's side whenever he was home.

As soon as you walked back inside in your cute little shorts and tank top set with Skittles at your feet, Bradley bent and scooped her up. "Noah is losing his mind. Wish me luck." He turned away from you with a smirk and kissed Skittles on her head. "If you stay in there until Noah falls asleep and long enough for me to fuck my Princess, I'll give you a treat."

You were cracking up in the kitchen as he walked away. "You're bargaining with the dog!" But he knew better. Skittles wasn't just a dog, she was his best friend after all.

Noah's eyes lit up in the soft glow from the nightlight when Bradley entered his bedroom with the pup. "She got used to her own bed, okay? So if she doesn't want to stay, we can't make her." But Noah's arms were outstretched, ready to hold his pet, and Bradley got her nestled in under the blankets next to his little body.

As the dog looked up at him, concern for her new sleeping arrangement in her puppy eyes, Bradley bent to kiss Noah on the forehead and Skittles next to her bow. "Try to go right to sleep," he whispered to Noah. "I'm serious."

He just giggled in response as the dog licked his face, and Bradley did not see this little experiment ending well as he exited the room. He patted his pants pocket just as he had been doing all night. It took all he had within him not to open up the box and check to make sure your ring was secure, and he still didn't know where to put it for safekeeping.

When he entered his bedroom, he abandoned the idea of finding a good hiding spot when he found you in the middle of the bed wearing your paper crown. You looked so young and impossibly innocent with your glossy lips and your pajama set, but your filthy words betrayed you. "I heard you wanted to fuck a Princess."

He ran his fingers through his hair and smirked as he stood next to the side of the bed while you crawled toward him. "I always want my Princess," he whispered as your lips hovered just inches away from his zipper. When you looked up at him, every trace of innocence was completely gone, and you leaned in until your lips met his tip through his khakis. "Baby," he moaned, but before you could get his zipper down, he reached for your hands.

"What's wrong?" you asked as he pulled you up so you were kneeling in front of him.

"Nothing's wrong. Everything is very right."

You smiled up at him as he kissed your lips softly. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, as plainly evidenced by the ring in his pocket right next to where your hand just settled. So as he guided your fingers up to his chest, he asked, "Do you want to go on a date with me?"

You laughed against his lips. "You're asking me on a date? We're already in a relationship."

Bradley's hands settled on your hips as he nipped along your jaw until his mouth was next to your ear. "Doesn't mean I can't ask you out. I got selected to fly in the air show, and I want you to be my date for the weekend."

"Really?" you gasped, your fingers tightening around his shirt buttons. "Noah and I get to watch you fly? And you and I can tour the children's hospital?"

"Mmhmm. I wasn't about to let you go with Jake. That man only has one thing on his mind when it comes to you."

"Oh yeah?" you asked, feigning pure innocence once again through your voice. "What does he have on his mind?" When Bradley responded by tucking his hand inside your tiny shorts and stroking your bare pussy, first you gasped, and then you laughed.

His touch remained soft and tentative as he slipped one finger down to tease your opening. "You see, he doesn't want you the way I want you."

"How do you want me?" you whimpered softly, kissing his lips.

"I want you with me for the rest of my life."

"Daddy!" you whined, kissing him desperately as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He knew nobody else had ever spoken to you the way he did, but he also knew he'd never been in love like this before. This time, when you reached for his zipper, he let you have him. His shirt and pants ended up on the floor along with your tiny pajamas, and you welcomed him into your tight pussy as you told him you loved him.

"I have everything," he groaned as he made love to you as you peppered kisses along his flushed cheeks. "You're everything."

After you came for him, Bradley let himself indulge in filling you up while thinking about your belly all swollen and pregnant, and you reached for him just as Skittle came trotting back into the bedroom. Your soft laughter as Bradley curled up behind you had him laughing, too.

"The dog will literally do anything you ask," you whispered as she walked across the room and turned three circles around her dog bed before plopping down. "She stayed in bed with Noah long enough for you to fuck me."

"Dogs are man's best friend for a reason, Princess."

You snuggled in his arms for a few minutes, fingers laced with his as you kissed his forearm. Just as Bradley was starting to doze off, you said, "I'll check on Noah before I get ready for bed." He squeezed you tight one time before releasing you and rolling onto his back to stretch. "Ow!" you gasped when you climbed out of bed. "Shit! I just stepped on something hard in your uniform pants."

His eyes went wide as you started to bend down to investigate, but he vaulted out of bed. "I'll take care of it," he practically yelled, and you dropped his pants. The ring box made a soft thud as it hit the floor, and you gave him a strange look.

"Okay," you replied, glancing at him one more time before pulling your pajamas on and heading out of the room.

"Fuck," Bradley grunted, picking up the pants and rooting around in the pocket until the box was in his hand. He turned away from the door and snapped it open, revealing the most perfect ring he had ever seen. He was already obsessed with imagining it on your finger. But he snapped it closed again quickly and ran for the dresser.

He could leave it with his undershirts, but when he opened that drawer, he realized you were in that one a lot, often borrowing from him. He opened the next drawer down, but it was filled with your cute underwear, so that definitely wouldn't work. He reached for the bottom drawer which was filled with his socks, but he heard you coming back down the hallway, so he dropped the box and kicked it shut.

"Aren't you going to get ready for bed?" you asked as you plugged your phone into the charger, still eyeing him a little cautiously. Bradley realized he was just awkwardly standing there naked in front of the dresser for seemingly no reason, so he was definitely going to have to move the ring later.

"Yeah," he agreed, grabbing some clean underwear and kissing you as he walked past. "Getting ready for bed."

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On Thursday, Bradley let you know that everyone was insisting on a beach day on Saturday, but when you texted Natasha about what kind of bathing suit she was planning on wearing, she claimed she might not even go.

"Well I don't know if I want to go if Nat isn't going," you complained to Bradley while you made dinner. "I don't want to be the only female there. In a bathing suit. That would be weird."

"She's going," Bradley said with an eye roll. "She's just being difficult, because she's trying to pretend nothing is going on with Javy. Besides, I'm not going unless you're going." He took the spoon you were holding out of your hand and spun you around to face him. "I don't want to go anywhere without my Princess."

You let him kiss you and slip his hands underneath your top, trying not to moan as his calloused hands danced softly along your skin. When his lips skimmed along your cheek, you whispered, "You just want me there to help you walk safely across the uneven rocks and sand." You bit your lip as he eased his face away from yours to give you a cautionary look. So of course you immediately added, "Because you're such an old man."

One big hand slipped down and softly spanked you on the butt as you laughed. "Old or not, I can still get the job done. And that includes walking across the beach."

"Sure, Daddy. But I'll go, too. Just in case."

"Thank you. Now if you think you can be nice for a minute, I have something to tell you."

"I can be very nice," you said, kissing him on the tip of his nose before spinning around to check on dinner.

Bradley patted you on the butt before reaching into the refrigerator to get two beers out. "Penny offered to take Noah home after the beach and keep him for the night."

As he opened both bottles, your gaze drifted to where Noah was sitting on the kitchen floor, building blocks while Skittles basked in the last rays of the setting sun. You licked your lips as you watched Bradley press his mouth to his beer and take a long drink, the bob of his Adam's apple capturing your attention. "We'd have the house to ourselves for the night?"

He winked at you as he set his beer on the counter and pressed the other one into your hand. "Just you and me," he rasped, pecking your cheek. "And I can think of a few fun ways to pass the time."

Then he was on the floor with Noah, and Skittles was in his lap, but he kept shooting you his smug smile that you liked so much.

On Friday night, after Noah was in bed, you started to get things packed up for the following day. "Why do we need so much stuff to go anywhere?" you mused out loud as you found sunblock and beach towels.

"Oh, hell no," Bradley said, taking you by the hips and pulling you away from the tote bag you were packing. "First of all, you used to bring your textbooks over in that bag when you were babysitting, so it gives me an instant boner." You erupted into laughter as he held you against his chest. "But second, you drastically over packed when we went to the lakehouse."

You looked up at him over your shoulder. "I know," you whispered. "But I want Noah to have anything he might need or want. And you know how my parents were." You didn't like talking about them. They never understood you when you were a child, and that's why you'd moved out as soon as you could. They were also the reason you had a hard time spending Bradley's money even though he wanted you to be comfortable.

"I know, Baby," Bradley crooned, and you melted back against him. "I love how much you love Noah. And I hate that you never got to do anything or ask for anything when you were his age, but there's no need to go overboard for a beach day."

You nodded. "Well then why don't you help me pack?"

"I'd be happy to."

But you and Bradley spent more time kissing and laughing softly than anything else. His hands were all over you, just pulling you closer and trying to keep you there. "Let's go to bed," he whined for the third time, convinced you'd packed everything the three of you could possibly need. "I want to cuddle with you."

You nearly shrieked as he picked you up, leaving the pile of gear for the beach next to the front door, and carried you back to the bedroom. "Oh, you want to cuddle?"

He hummed and nodded against your shoulder. "Yeah. Let's save all the nasty shit for when we're home alone tomorrow night." Butterflies erupted in your belly as he set you down on the bed and climbed in next to you. "Let's cuddle."

You were wrapped up tight in his arms, Bradley's soft, even breaths tickling your neck as he whispered that he loved you. This was perhaps the safest you'd ever felt in your life. Nobody was going to hurt you here. Not now. Bradley would take care of that. And you would take care of him.

As you snuggled in to go to sleep, your eyes caught on the items lined up on the dresser. "What's all of that out for?" you asked softly.

"Huh?" Bradley grunted, probably already part way asleep. But you propped yourself up on your elbow and looked at the purple USB drive, a pile of your underwear, your purple plug, your paper crown, and the bottle of lube. All sitting in a tidy row.

"On the dresser, Bradley."

"Oh," he said with a chuckle as he pulled you down flat again. "I started packing for the weekend, too. So to speak."

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Bradley grunted, trying his best not to let you see how awkwardly he was walking across the sand. Not after you made the claim that he'd need you to hold his hand and guide him. You and Noah pranced ahead of him, but he was stuck carrying two bags, a cooler, an umbrella and a beach chair. And the temperature of the sand was roughly that of the surface of the sun.

"Fuck," he growled as the sand rushed into his flip flops and his aviators slid down his nose. How you were managing was literally beyond him. He just wanted to get this afternoon over with and get you back home and into bed. He had some plans for you, all of which were becoming more explicit by the moment as he watched your ass swaying in your purple bikini bottoms.

Literally the last thing he needed right now was to become aroused, so he just pushed your delicious looking rear end from his mind. Apparently you found the perfect spot, because you finally stopped and turned around to look for him. Then you laughed and left Noah with Nat while you made your way back to him.

"This sand is fucking hot," he complained before you could say anything at all.

You took one of the bags and the umbrella from him as you said, "It's August, Daddy. Of course the sand is hot. Do you need me to help you along? Or, I could run back to the Bronco and get your walker?" You started to turn in the direction of the parking lot with an innocent look on your face.

"You're really looking to get it tonight, aren't you?" Bradley replied, dumping everything next to where Noah was burying Nat's legs in the sand. You looked so pleased with yourself, and he thought about the ring that he had moved to the pocket of his dress whites that he'd picked up from the dry cleaner. They were hanging in the back of the closet, and he figured you'd have no reason to look there. Before you could run off, he pulled you in for a tight hug and said, "Stay out of trouble. Be a good girl. And I'll give you anything you want later."

Your lips met his ear, nudging his aviators crooked. "I love you." His fingers skimmed your skimpy bathing suit bottom as you joined Noah who had Nat covered to her thighs.

Javy was trying his best to casually toss a football around with Mickey and Mav, but he couldn't keep his eyes to himself. It was a good thing Bradley was absolutely convinced he was looking at Nat and not you, otherwise he'd have a problem. He left you next to the pile of everything you packed, intending to simply join the little football scrimmage that was going on, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, that's really nice, Bradshaw," Jake drawled. "You brought the family today. The little ball and chain, and the big ball and chain."

Bradley hooked his sunglasses with his index finger and dragged them roughly down his nose. "Funny," he said without emotion. "But you weren't calling her a ball and chain back in April when you tried to hook up with her in my kitchen."

Jake hooted with laughter, and it made Bradley's skin crawl. He was such a dick most of the time, and it was always intentional. "There's a difference between hitting a tight pussy and inviting it to live with you. I know the difference. You don't seem to. I'm surprised you didn't bring your dog along, too."

Bradley snapped. "What the fuck is your problem, man?"

Jake met his gaze, and Bradley was reminded without a doubt that Jake would love to get inside your little bikini bottoms just to say he could. "I don't have a problem, but it looks like you do." He jerked his chin toward the volleyball nets, and Bradley turned to investigate. You were standing there, holding hands with Noah while you talked to a guy with blond hair. Upon further inspection, Bradley realized it was your ex boyfriend, Greyson.

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Well, well, well. We actually hate you, Grey. If Daddy and Princess can manage to make it to their sexy night home alone, what would you like to read about? And I really hope that ring is well hidden until Daddy comes up with a plan. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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amomentsescape · 4 months

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Hey, in a school play thats coming up in a few months and just got back from practice. Feeling super exhausted and under pressure cause I might have to miss a dress rehearsal for an important field trip and I dont want the teacher to be disappointed be like "oh my God that upping bitch ditched the 2nd dress rehearsal to go on some stupid field trip" (leaving this is an almost unreadable color so if it gets made I dont have to see that part and feel anxious again) so can I request slashers with a significant other in that situation and they support them all through it, the anxiety, lines, and coming home super exhausted and feeling discouraged all leading up to the play? Cause its still somthing they're determined and wanna do? Thanks in advance if you decide to write this then ill be rereading it till the play is over and maybe after it. Its probably dumb my feelings about it all seem stupid but I'm nerodivergent and things are just extra for me then most people.

Slashers with Overwhelmed! Reader That's in a School Play

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, Bo, & Lester

A/N: Hey, your feelings are very much valid no matter the situation! Thank you for sending in your request, and I hope you find some rest soon <3

Freddy Krueger

He's grown a bit concerned over the past couple of weeks

Seeing you show up in his world with that exhausted look on your face wasn't something he liked to see

Has listened to you rant about the situation while he just held you

But he's also been there to keep you going even when you thought about giving up

If you need help with lines and preparing, he's happy to be of assistance!

Can literally morph the world into a stage for you

Anything that makes you feel a little more at ease is worth it

And he'll happily keep you in his world for however long you desire

Something about being with him helps you get the rest you've so desperately needed recently

Michael Myers

He honestly doesn't understand what the big deal is at first

You're stressed from the busy schedule? Then quit the play

But once you express how important it is to you and why you want to stick with it, he takes a little pity on you

Doesn't really help with lines or anything

But whenever you need some alone time, Michael is happy to oblige

If you need to rant, Michael is willing to lend an ear

It might not look like he's listening, but he is

He has offered to "get rid" of your problem a few times

Which you quickly said no to

Overall, he may not be the most supportive person to go to, but he does his best to be there for you in his own way

Jason Voorhees

Jason has already gotten used to the routine now

In fact, whenever you come home, he already has a fluffy blanket laid out on the couch for you along with a warm beverage

Forces you to take at least 5 minutes to sit down and chill

Even if you protest, Jason refuses to let you jump straight into more work

If you're feeling particularly anxious, he's more than happy to hold you or just sit beside you and rub your back

He's happy to help you with anything you need too

He's not the best at giving lines since he's not much of a talker...

But he's very good at following along with your script and giving you a nod if you memorized something correctly

He cares a lot about your wellbeing, so whatever will help you out is what Jason wants to do

Thomas Hewitt

He's also become a bit worried about you recently

He just hates seeing you look so worn out all of the time

Happily makes you dinner and snacks when you get home since he knows you appreciate not having to do it all yourself

He'll also run you a warm bath on evenings when you are particularly stressed out

He admires your dedication for sure, he just doesn't want you to burn out

Will not let you stay up late either

The moment it's bedtime, he makes you go to bed

It doesn't matter if you protest or not

He knows rest is important, and he'll happily lie right on top of you to make sure you don't get up from the mattress

Bubba Sawyer

Every time you come home looking worried, Bubba is all over you

He's hugging you, holding your hand, and even following you around like a puppy the whole night

He hates seeing you as anything but happy

Will do crazy charades and dances to get you to smile

He's also been stalking up on a lot of your favorite snacks and candies so that you always have something for a little more energy

He also cares a lot about you getting enough rest too

If you ever try to pull an all-nighter or stay up late in order to practice your lines, Bubba is right there with you

And seeing him forcing himself to stay awake just ends up guilting you into finally going to bed

He may seem innocent, but Bubba knows how to persuade you when he deems necessary

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms also recommends just quitting the play at first

It seems to be stressing you out too much, and he hates spending so much time away from you

But when you tell him that this is all important to you, he gives in

He'll (begrudgingly) go through lines with you and help you memorize them

Reassures you that everything will be fine and work out

Is happy to give you as many cuddles and kisses as you want in order to help you feel better

He still expects you to follow the rules list

But he's willing to be fairly lenient if you really need it

Norman Bates

He's very sweet and understanding about the whole situation

Doesn't even question why you're still doing everything even with all the stress

Meets you at the door each night and grabs your things, putting them aside

Has dinner already prepared for you

And he's happy to help you with lines or anything else you need!

He's actually the one who offered

If he sees that you're feeling extra stressed, he urges you to tell him what you're thinking

He refuses to let you bottle up your worries

He always responds with reassurances or advice depending on what you want

Billy Loomis

Believe it or not but Billy has had a little experience in theatre back in his day

He's a heartthrob; he always got cast in good roles

He's actually good at acting too and makes learning your lines feel a lot more legit

Even helps you with the delivery of the lines as well

He waits for you to come to him if you need anything

Advice, cuddles, questions, you name it

If you need it, just ask, and he'll be happy to supply

If anyone gives you a particularly hard time, Billy will go have a "talk" with them

Don't worry, he won't kill anyone

Well, unless you ask

Stu Macher

Stu somehow always makes a stressful situation better

If you need help with lines, he'll go all out

Will throw on random clothes and grab just about anything to use as a prop

Delivers his lines with such charisma that you'd think he was Shakespeare

He pushes you to take frequent breaks when you can

A nice walk outside, a little TV sesh, or even going to get some ice cream real quick are all frequent suggestions made by Stu

He admires your passion for what you're doing, he just doesn't want you to push yourself too hard

Every night while in bed, he's there whispering reassurances to you and telling you how proud he is for what you're doing

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent really wants to help, he just doesn't know how

But the moment you ask anything of him, he'll jump on it immediately

Brings you water and food frequently while you're busy

And on overwhelming days, he already has your bags and meals prepped for you so you can just head right out the door

Makes sure you're asleep every night before he'll even let himself rest

He also offers a lot of physical reassurance too if you need it

His hand on top of yours, gentle back rubs, and long hugs are all done if you initiate them

He really focuses on taking care of you and making sure you're not exhausting yourself too much

Bo Sinclair

It honestly pisses him off

You coming home each night feeling anxious and looking so tired makes Bo angry at your school

Would really love to invite your teacher over to have a "talk" about everything

But he knows you'd never allow that

Will help you with lines if you insist

He's not very good at it, but the sentiment is there

His help is really focused on the practical

He makes sure you eat dinner, drink enough water, get enough sleep, etc.

He's not much of a cuddler, but that definitely changes when you're going through a tough time

He's very much looking forward to when the play is finally done

Lester Sinclair

He always gives you lots of compliments

"You're such a hard-worker" "I know you're gonna do great" "It'll be all worth it"

Will give you a ride to wherever you need to go whenever you need to get there

Will spoil you quite a bit during this time too

Multiple bags of snacks, new comfy clothes, late night drives around the town, etc.

Whatever he can do to make you feel better, he wants to do it

He worries a lot about you though

So there will be a few times when you're the one needing to reassure him that you're alright

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agust28 · 4 months

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Doubts

pairing leehan x reader WC 1918 Tags angst and fluff. everybody lived happily ever after no worries. such a drama queen (just like me 😭🙏) Notes can you tell i gave up at the end? i haven't slept in over 24 hours :D i feel like a zombie also i still haven't figured out the request button ugh MISTAKES EVERYWHERE SORRY

It was a cold and windy night as you sat on the bottom of the slide. The reason for you being out in such temperature with only a light sweatshirt and sweat was due to a huge fight with your boyfriend, Leehan. You two had been planning a small, simple date to catch up since there hadn’t been much communication between the two of you due to hectic schedules. You reminded him multiple times throughout the week, and each time he would reply, saying, 'I know, don't worry.' It wasn't easy to take time off from your job, especially during the weekend, so it was valid for you to be worried about making sure you both were on the same page.

Then comes the day of the date. You had woken up early, anticipating a message from Leehan, but no luck. You brushed it off, thinking he was just sleeping in. Two hours passed, and still nothing from him. It was nearing the time of your date, and you were already at the cafe you both decided to meet up at. You were starting to feel anxious, worrying if something had happened to him, and he wasn't just ditching you because he forgot. You sent numerous text messages asking where he was, hoping he'd reply. You gave up and decided to call him instead.

Your worry seemed to grow each time you got sent to voicemail and resorted to calling one of his members, hoping they had an answer about his whereabouts. You stumbled upon Sungho's contact first and waited for him to answer.

“Hello?” he's confused as to why you're calling since it's a rare occurrence.

“Sungho! I keep trying to reach Leehan, but he's not answering! Are you with him?”

“Uh, yeah, he's down in the cafeteria.” He's confused as to why you sound so worried and why Leehan hasn't responded to you. Your heart immediately plummets. He actually forgot your date.

“Y/n? You there?” Sungho's question brings you back to reality.

“Do you want me to get Leehan-” you cut him off. “No, it's alright!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, um, can you not mention any of this to Leehan? Please.” He ponders about whether or not he should obey your request or inform his friend.

“Please, Sungho? It's nothing to worry about; I was just a bit anxious.” Sungho sighs. “…Okay, I won't, but promise to fix whatever's going on between you two?” You let out a sigh of relief. “I will, don't worry.” You exchange goodbyes before hanging up. You stand outside the cafe just a little longer, thinking maybe this was all just some silly prank and your boyfriend is actually on his way. But you knew it wasn't, so you head home.

It's a few hours after the date gone wrong when Leehan shows up at your place. He enters your apartment thanks to the spare key you gave him a while back. He searches the living room looking for you to be lounging on the sofa or reading a book, but you're nowhere to be found. Leehan calls out for you, thinking you're probably in bed since it was late. And he was right because he enters your room and sees you cozied up under the sheets with your phone in hand.

“There you are! I called out for you.” You simply glance and go back to scrolling on TikTok, scoffing under your breath. You can't believe he had the audacity to come over after ditching you and ignoring all your attempts to contact him.

“Hello? Are you ignoring me?” he teases as he waves his hands trying to get your attention.

“What?” you ask aggravated, watching him laugh. As if there was anything to laugh about right now! His smile is immediately replaced with a frown. “Did I do something wrong?” his brows furrowed, trying to think what he could have done.

“Do you seriously not remember?” Your emotions are hitting all at once, and before you know it, there are tears running down your face. “I can't believe it,” you mutter and push past him. “What? Why are you crying? What's wrong?” he's panicking, trying to figure out what he's done to make you cry.

Before you can make it to the front door, he catches your wrist, and his heart clenches at the sight of your tears. You attempt to look down and rid your tears, but it's no use. “Our date? The one we've been planning for a whole week? The one I kept reminding you about!” you burst out in anger and sadness. His eyes immediately widen in realization.

“I can't believe you forgot! I tried calling you and texting you! You never answered! I was so worried something had happened, so I called Sungho just so he could tell me you were with him the entire time!” Sungho talked to you? And didn't even tell him?

“Do you know how embarrassing it was for people to come up and ask for a chair, and for me to say, ‘No sorry, it's for my boyfriend,’ just for my boyfriend not to show up!” he's trying to process everything and get some words out, but you immediately snatch your wrist back and try to make a run, but he throws himself between you and the door.

“Wait! Please let me explain!”

“No! Move!” you try shoving him, but no success. “I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, please just wait!” You let out a frustrated cry, attempting one more time to shove him before giving up and turning your back to him. While you have your back turned, Leehan pulls out his phone with shaking hands, wondering why he wasn't aware of your calls. The blood drains from his face when he realizes his phone had been on DND. He turns it off, and instantly, all your notifications appear on his screen. He understands now why he didn't receive a good morning text like normal. He brushed it off, thinking you had a busy schedule and eventually forgot all about you. Instead, he immersed himself in his work, not bothering to check his phone at all. Until now.

By now, you've moved to the couch, head hung low, and shoulders shaking. Clear indication you're still crying over all this. He rushes to your side and tries to call out for you, hoping you'd give him a chance to explain, but you just shake your head no. You two sit there in silence, your sobs now subsided. He desperately wants to fix this but thinks you should speak first. That is if you even want to speak to him. He thinks maybe he should say something when you announce that you need space.

“Okay, I'll leave-” you cut him off. “No, I'm leaving. I- I need air.”

“Now? It's way too late for you! I'll leave; you stay,” he starts walking towards the door when you rush past him and make your way outside. “No, Leehan, I'm leaving!” you don't even give him a chance to explain before quickly disappearing.

You end up in a park late at night, slight regret seeping in due to the cold weather and eerie silence. But honestly, you're too consumed with your thoughts to really care. After gathering your thoughts, you realize now you may have overdone it with the dramatics and giving him no chance to explain. But it'd been so long since the two had an actual date and talked to each other other than the daily good mornings and 'have you eaten' messages. You were starting to get worried that the two of you were drifting apart, and sooner or later, Leehan would come to the conclusion that you guys were better off as friends than lovers.

Still in your thoughts, you fail to notice the footsteps coming your way. After you stormed off, Leehan mentally smacked himself for letting you leave in the cold late night and sprung into action. He got himself a blanket and beanies before bolting out the door. It took at least 10 minutes before he considered calling the police to start a search party for you when he spotted a familiar figure sitting all alone. He lets out a sigh of relief and rushes towards you.

“Hey,” a deep voice startles you, and you instantly get up, ready to make another run for it when you register that it was actually your boyfriend. You sit back down and turn your body away from him.

“You found me,” he hums and asks if he could sit. You shrug, which he takes as a yes, and drapes the blanket over you. You let him because honestly, you were two seconds away from becoming a statue. You're internally scolding yourself for leaving in such flimsy clothing when he speaks.

“I'm so sorry for forgetting our date. I promise I didn't ignore you on purpose. My phone was on DND, and I didn't notice, I swear. I wondered why I didn't get a good morning text from you, but I brushed it off thinking work was holding you up. I didn't want to bother you, so I let it go and eventually forgot all about it once I was called to the studio. I haven't checked my phone all day, I swear!” He glances over to you, wanting your reaction, but you're still turned around.

“I- I'm sorry; I know none of that excuses me missing our date, but I just want you to know I didn't ignore you on purpose. I love you; I would never do that,” his voice turns into a whisper towards the end due to the built-up emotions he didn't know he had. “Y/n, say something, please,” he begs with tears starting to form.

You try to stand your ground and toughen up, but your body betrays you, and before you know it, you're sobbing again. Leehan rushes to wrap his arms around you, and you let him because it feels like it's been eternity since you've held each other. You end up on his lap with the blanket wrapped around you both and his hands running through your hair to calm your sobs.

“You wanna talk about it?” he breaks the silence, and you want to shake your head no, but you know you can't avoid this forever. This time you break the silence and get out everything that's been bottling up inside of you. He stares at you dumbfounded, wondering how long you had been holding that in. Guilt fills his mind just imagining you having doubts about your relationship. He internally scolds himself for not noticing any of this sooner. Tears start to form again as you take in his dumbfounded face for something else.

“Oh no! You really are gonna break up with me, aren't you!” that brings him back to you and rushes to deny such a horrible claim.

“No, we are not breaking up! Stop thinking that.” he continues to soothe you before a gust of wind reminds him that they are still outside in the freezing cold.

“Let's go inside and talk about this,” he gently whispers and gets up carrying you back home. Once you're settled inside and warmed up, you discuss all the doubts and worries about your relationship while Leehan reassures you that nothing will break you apart. Although it'll take a while to get your relationship back to how it was before, it's all worth it if you have each other.

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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yandere ghostface (billy pls! if you want, you could also/or do stu) and scared darling. shes friends with with him, best friends even. suddenly murders and they couldnt be more scared, calling him up with broken sobs and apologies for bothering him so late but you’re just.. so scared. maybe you inv him over or whatever u wanna write 😁 (its friday the 13 >> even if its late, still gotta rq my fave!)

You got it! Sorry for the long wait :( Excited to write a Slasher again!

Anxiety

Yandere! Billy Loomis Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Yandere behavior, Obsession, Anxiety, Paranoia, Death, Graphic descriptions of murder/death, Blood mention, Possessive behavior, Forced kissing, Forced relationship, Manipulation, Sadism.

Billy Loomis, someone you called a best friend. One who was brave, flirtatious, and someone you felt could protect you. Even if you were just best friends... you felt close to him.

Your 'relationship' was tame for the longest time. Then the murders started happening. Ones that terrified you to your core.

You heard how they all started. A phone call at night, you're asked a question, getting it right or wrong kills you....

Upon hearing the news you decided to not go to school anymore. Instead you had someone pick up your school work and take it to your home until you felt it safe to go outside. Something Billy, your dearest friend, didn't seem to enjoy.

"I never see you at school anymore... you really that scared?"

You feel embarrassed to admit to him that you are that scared. In response he pouts and does his best to comfort you. Sure, he can be insensitive at times, but he does what he can to help you.

You were too scared to notice your friend acting weird. He was at your house frequently. Often being a bit too touchy to be comforting.

Yet he claims he does it in good heart.

You think your anxiety hits its peak when you hear about more morbid news.

Recently, your other friends had become victims to this killer going around. Entrails scattered along the ground, throats bubbling blood out from their wounds. Upon hearing the news, you couldn't take it.

Late at night you dash to your phone, dialing the number of Billy. The one person you felt you could trust.

A bit too quickly, Billy picks up. His 'Hello' sounds tired until he hears your choked sobs. By then he sounds more awake.

"(Y/N)? What's up?"

"Billy, I'm so damn scared..."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"The news... haven't you seen it? There were more murders. All of... my friends-"

You take a moment to gulp down a sob.

"Do you think the killer will come after me next?"

Billy goes silent for a moment before answering in a soft tone.

"No... I don't think they will. Did you want me to come over? I'll help make it all better."

"That'd be great, thank you."

You then hang up the phone and sit on your couch. Anxious thoughts eat away within you for what feels like hours until you hear a knock at the door.

"(Y/N), I'm here. Let me in, okay?"

You rush to the door and throw it open, lunging at your friend with a shiver. Billy recoiled but hugs back before nudging you back into your house.

"Poor thing... you're really scared, aren't you?"

You nod, eyes watering as tears drip down your cheeks. Billy rubs away your tears in a comforting manner to calm you down. Once you calm a little more you then sit on the couch beside him.

"Of course I am. I've been scared since the first murder. Now... my friends are all dead-"

You hiccup, Billy taking your hands in his.

"But you still have me...!"

You look at him with clouded vision, sniffing softly.

"I do now. Yet what if you die like them? Then I'll be alone... I can't trust anyone to make new friends."

"You don't need to make new friends."

Billy's voice turns stern, gaze hardening for just a moment. You look at him with concern. Was he also on edge?

"Billy, what-"

"In fact, I wasn't very fond of those previous friends you had."

You narrow your eyes, fear subsiding momentarily.

"Oh, cut it out! Now's not the time to-"

"I had to tell you at some point. You didn't seem to get it. I didn't like any of them. Don't even get me started on that one who'd bring you your work when you left school. I would've loved to do that for you."

You're in shock at Billy's rant. You try to pull your hands away, but Billy pulls them back.

"You're so cute when scared... it's not like you can run when you've already let me in, anyway."

You give a scared and confused expression before realization hits you. Shock then paints itself upon your face, it couldn't be...

He did it, didn't he?

"I had to ask Stu to help, but we both enjoyed it. We killed them and I had so much FUN scrambling their guts and slashing their throats."

A grin is on his face at your mortified expression. Like a deer in headlights... you were frozen. Completely speechless at his sins.

"But now? Now, I have you. All alone, clinging to me for comfort because... let's face it?"

Your pushed down on the couch, the murderer crawling over you and pining you down.

"I'm all you have now. You won't need any other person, because you have me. Your new psychotic, yet adoring, boyfriend."

A kiss is then forced upon your lips before he pulls away.

"Aren't I right, baby?"

#yandere slasher #yandere slashers #yandere scream #yandere ghostface #yandere billy loomis

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angellettes · 11 months

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𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 ➔ ETHAN LANDRY

—synopsis. Ethan has been acting suspicious after you fall into trouble and get saved by New York's friendly neighborhood spider-man

—notes. sorry this took so long to get out! I've been very very busy reconstructing my blog. genre/warnings.. Canon level violence considering it's spider-man, Ethan is very shy but you guys make out!(yay), Ethan is kinda dave lizewski coded as well🗣

Late nights at parties were always extremely fun but getting home was a nightmare. You were walking home from a party which was fun but way to far from your dorm. You were also really really anxious with the ghostface killer going around lately killing people so you were trying to stay alert but freaked out when you saw the mask described in the news sprinting at you. You quickly start running but fall when you realize that your heels were stopping you. You quickly took them off and started running barefoot through the empty late night streets of New York. suddenly you hear a thud and see the killer was on the ground, passed out. You then looked and saw the boy in the red and blue suit who goes around the city saving people, spider-man. Your eyes widened with your mouth fallen agape. He quickly jumps down and helps you get your composure back. "is it ok if I bring you home to make sure you stay safe?" You quickly nod and start walking. You both walked in creating an almost natural conversation, getting to know eachother as much as you could considering he's a masked hero. It was somehow comforting considering how you almost just got butchered. "This is me. thank you so much, spider-man. I truly owe you" you say with a thankfulness in your voice to show that you're glad he got there when he did. "It's not problem. It's my job just make sure to stay safe. I hope to see you again but probably just in different circumstances" he says with a light laugh at the you. You laugh as well and smile at him softly "I hope so too". Even though you've just met him it was like you has known him for longer. He was still standing there but you felt as if you already missed talking to him, and feeling his friendly presence. "I have to go now but we'll see eachother again. It was nice meeting you, y/n." he says softly, and after that he swings away on a web.

When he got home that night he took off his mask and freaked out a little bit. You see, Ethan had the biggest crush on y/n ever since high school. He of course thought you were out of his league but a boy can dream. As he laid looking at the ceiling imagining getting to talk to you and tell you how, he feels his eyelids began to fall as he slipped into gentle slumber. You stayed up that night thinking about the mysterious boy in the red and blue suit, and how his gentle voice sounded so familiar. You didn't think into it too much though and just decided to go to sleep.

After that encounter with spider-man you started to develop a friendship with this boy from your economics class. His name was Ethan and he was a really sweet but sort of shy boy. On the other note spider-man would visit you almost every night at your window.

knocks were heard at your window. As you got to the window you noticed the familiar mask and immediately opened the window for him. As he climbed through the window he greeted you with a happy but nervous tone in his voice. "Hey y/n I actually stopped by earlier tonight because there's something I really want to get off of my chest." he says as he sits next to you on your bed. There was a frantic nature to his fidgety movements. "I've been thinking about this for a while and I just wanted to say that- I really like you as more than a friend so I don't want to keep secrets with you. I trust you more than anyone." He struggles to let out his words before they come pouring out in a natural flow. Your eyes widened as he pulls off my mask and tufts of chocolatey brown curls become visible from underneath. you let out a gasp as you look at him as his mask is completely off. Ethan looks at you with a nervous look and laughs as a smile begins to emerge on your face. You quickly tackle him excitedly and hug his toned frame. "Oh my gosh, Ethan I'm so glad that you feel the same way and I didn't have to say it first because I'm TERRIBLE at words" He let's out a laugh and hugs you back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "You really are confusing aren't you?" he says with a teasing smile. "Yup, you bet" you reply with a sly smirk. As you continue to hug him you give his cheek a kiss and snuggle into the crook of his neck. As he strokes your hair gently with a smile he whispers into your ear " so will you accept me as your boyfriend?". You look at him with a slight smile and utter out "does this answer your question?". Your lips meet his with fervor and longing. The kiss wasn't slow but it wasn't desperate. It was simply a kiss between two pining people who waited for so long to be in eachother's arms, and feel the love they shared mutually. As that kiss went on, it got more desperate and clingy. His soft plump rosy lips met yours as soon as you pulled away over and over. His hands making their way to rest comfortably on waist, as your hands tangled into his soft, dark brown, curly hair. He pulls away with a laugh and looks at you with a look of happiness yet a certain fear and sadness. "Promise me you stay safe y/n if people found out we are together they would go after you. Save yourself by not telling anyone about us." He says as he holds your face to look straight into your eyes. You look at him and nod with a soft smile. "You know, you remind of that one song, "After the storm"" you say as you connect your phone to your speaker to play it. "why?" he says as he chuckles at how you have a habit to relate everything to a song. "Well you're a very encouraging person. telling people to keep going even if you feel you can't. You shy but you have a very bright air about you" he looks away with a blush as hides his face.

"well Ethan, I guess you have to go now before Chad starts asking questions about why you're at my apartment." He gave you a look of disbelief and questioning asking "how would he know?" you smirk and look at him with a look of humor. "because your location is on". His eyes widened and he quickly had to get up and put his mask back on as he exclaims "SHIT!!" Before he gets ready to go through the window he quickly says "okay see you tomorrow, y/n. love you, bye!!" he says as he swings away. You laugh and walk back to your bed and got under the covers. Going to sleep with thoughts of this new-found love.

do not plagiarize, translate,or repost my work.

finished- June 14, 2023 , 3:09 PM

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pedroshotwifey · 5 months

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Christmas Countdown Day 7 - Christmas Lights

Mess Up

Pairing: Husband!Jack Daniels x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, established relationship, angst, past family trauma (not with Jack), hurt/comfort, communication, healthy relationship, Jack is the best husband, anxious reader, fluffiest fluff I've ever written, preggo reader, forehead kisses, gentle giant jack, stuff im forgetting

Summary: Jack comforts you after you spiral into past traumas. Aka: Jack being a good husband.

A/N: This fic was supposed to contain filthy smut with a different pedge boy, but wifey had a sad day so...here we are 🫠 Also, seven consistent days?? What?? Go Wifey!!

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You look at the stack of plastic boxes piled up in the middle of the living room. A mixture of gray, purple, and transparent blue bins filled with various ornaments, wall decor, and table accessories. A pile of black trash bags filled with garland lays hap-hazardly next to them. Jack must have gotten them down from the attic before he left for work this morning.

You had asked him the day before to do that for you. Usually, you could do so yourself, but considering you’re eight months pregnant, you figured it probably wasn’t the best idea–not that Jack would ever have let you do it anyway.

It’s been a bit boring around the house lately since Jack’s been working extra hours. He’s been insistent on putting a bit more work in so the two of you can fatten up your savings account for when the baby gets here. That way, as he says, there will be more opportunity for him to stay home with you after you give birth.

He’s so thoughtful, always thinking ahead about what’s best for you and the baby in the long run. You have no idea how you got so lucky.

You smile to yourself, shaking your head as you go to pry the lid off of the bin at the top of the stack. A small sticky note sits on top of it, and you smile as you immediately recognize the handwriting.

Should be home early today. I Love you little Mama, have a good day.

P.S.: Don’t overwork yourself!

- Your Jackie

You smile giddily as you stare at the loopy writing, full of love.

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You have most of the decor up within a few hours; all that’s left is decorating the tree.

You pick up a strand of lights out of a gray bin and look up at the tip of the tree with a scowl. You hate putting the first strand up alone. When Jack’s here, you always make him do it since he’s a good bit taller than you.

You look around the room, trying to find something you can use to step on or lift the lights up. Your eyes land on a chair in the dining room. Perfect.

You drag the chair over the base of the tree and take a step back, making sure it’s lined up with where you need to be. There’s no way you’re climbing up onto that thing just for it to be in the wrong spot.

It looks about right.

With a little grunt work–and a lot of maneuvering around your massive belly–you manage to get your knees on the seat, and from there, you stand up the rest of the way. You smile proudly as you look at the top of the tree, which is now only a couple inches taller than you. You feel almost rebellious, as stupid as that may sound.

You reach up and begin to loop the first bit around the top. Just as you get it secured, you hear a faint jingling sound coming from the front hall. Your face lights up. Your husband is home.

Maybe you’ll make him do this part afterall. Your arms ache and you’re already almost out of breath from holding them up above you for so long. Letting them down, you balance the rest of the strand down on empty branches so it won’t fall.

“I’m home, darlin’, " Jack calls as he steps through the door.

“I’m in here,” you call back excitedly. You can’t wait for him to see what you’ve spent your day doing.

You turn around in the chair and face toward the living room entrance, waiting for him so you can see his reaction. He steps into the room and you smile widely at him, only to be confused when his mouth drops open just slightly. He looks upset, and your stomach drops.

“Hey!” He barks quickly. “Wh-what the hell do you think you’re goddamn doin’?” He suddenly bolts toward you and lifts you by your underarms to bring you to the floor. You’re back on your feet before you can even register what happened.

You’re taken aback at his loud tone and rushed actions, a small hurt settling deep in your chest before you can stop it. You look up at him with a frown, disappointed in yourself for making him unhappy, for making him use a tone like that in the first place. He never raises his voice at you.

Your eyes are watering even though you’re still confused, your lip quivering as you look ashamedly up at him. Does he not like the decorations? Were you supposed to wait until he got home to start? Did you mess up?

He looks almost angry, and the thought is enough to send a pang of panic and regret throughout your entire body. You messed up. You messed up, you messed up.

You’re suddenly set back to your teenage years again. Back to feeling tiny and pathetic as people tell you how annoying you are, how you can’t ever do anything right, how you’re nothing more than a childish inconvenience.

You see your father, ignoring you as usual, only talking to you to complain about something or another. Your mother, drunk, ready to spill her nightly sob-story because she’s the only one allowed to have one. Your grandma, telling you to stop being such a crybaby because she doesn’t understand that you hurt and you just want a break.

You see yourself, forced to take it all, bottle it up, and never complain. Back to having to act happy for the sake of others, but not too happy, because then you’re on everyone’s nerves. Back to trying your hardest through it all to be patient, understanding, and kind, because if you’re anything less than that, you’re a spoiled brat.

Back to feeling worthless, hating yourself, messing up.

You open your mouth to say something–you’re not sure what–but all that comes out is a pathetic blubber as your tears spill over.

Jack’s eyes widen as he realizes what he’s done.

“Oh, no, no, no, no,” he says, holding you close to him. “I’m so sorry baby, you know I didn’t mean to snap at you,” you can hear the shame in his voice, but all you can think is I did this, it’s my fault, I messed up.

His arms are wrapped tightly around you as you sob into his chest.

All of your emotions feel heightened with your pregnancy, and thinking about your childhood was finally the thing to set you off. Jack is well acquainted with your past, but you still wish he didn’t have to see you breaking down over it like this.

You know that he didn’t mean it, and that’s why you’re so frustrated with yourself. He’s never treated you like that. Never has, never will. You take in a few shuddering breaths as you think about that fact.

He rubs soothing circles on your back and mutters genuine little sorry’s and uplifting praises to you as you try to reign it all in. After a moment, your breath starts to even out and your tears stop flowing so aggressively. You hold onto him but lean back so you can look into his eyes, full of concern.

“‘M sorry,” you say quietly, still feeling a wave of shame. He tuts and softly shakes his head at you before smoothing your hair down.

He kneels down on one knee in front of you and takes his stetson off before sliding both of his hands up to cup your cheeks. His brows are furrowed and he has a look of sincerity that makes your heart skip a beat.

“No, baby,” he says, looking at you adoringly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’a raised my voice at you just ‘cause I got scared. You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout, sweet thing.” he assures you sincerely. “You jus’ need to be a little more careful now is all.”

“Tha’s my baby in there,” he reminds you, nodding to your stomach. “’s very important to me to know that both of my girls are safe while I’m gone.”

You muster up a smile and nod at him, appreciating that he’s taking the time to make sure you know what he’s thinking. He smiles warmly back at you.

“I am sorry, though, I don’t know what I was thinking,” you apologize through the lump still partially lodged in your throat. You avoid eye contact as you say it, but you know he can see right through you–can see exactly where your head is stuck right now.

“I swear you didn’t mess up, baby. You’re doing everything right. My perfect girl. You know that?” he asks, lifting his brows to emphasize his point.

You sniffle a bit and nod at him. You don’t know how your love for him continues to grow so much every day.

“I really ain't mad at you, angel, I’ll never be mad at you.” He smiles wider at you and strokes your cheek with his thumb.

You nod at him again, leaning into his hand.

He sits up just enough to plant a delicate kiss on your forehead, and then on your lips, lingering there as if he could pour all of his love into you through such an action. When he pulls back, you have a genuine smile on your face.

“Alright, pretty little Mama,” he says, letting a hint of humor into his tone. “Let’s get the rest of them lights up for ya.”

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riptideripley · 1 year

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His Princesa

gif cred : @mxmoth

a small series. part 2.

tags:fluff,Dominik Mysterio x Reader,Alcohol use

word count:976

After you decided to join the Judgement Day,tension grew between you and Dominik. The whole group could feel the tension,outside and inside the ring. He would constantly be staring at you,especially when you had your gear on,constant glares and staring contests. Rhea would occasionally tease both you and Dominik,causing you to blush or stutter when talking. Dominik enjoyed it tho,watching you get all nervous or shy when his name was mentioned. The only problem is,you have a boyfriend. Things were ok in the bedroom but you needed more,something that Dominik could give you,and lately he’s been out more with his friends drinking heavily. It worries you because you know how handsy he can get when drunk,lately tho he has been coming home with kisses of lipstick on his arm or neck. You’ve vented to Priest and Rhea multiple times about this and each time they tell you to leave the relationship,but you still have a little faith in him which makes them furious. “Cmon (your name),we all know you could do so much better” is what they both say every time,and you’re starting to believe them.

You had just won your match against Liv Morgan,you took the victory which made Rhea happy. “Hey,can I talk to you real quick? Away from everyone please” Dominik whispered softly in your ear once back stage,so when everyone was distracted you two ran off to a private area. “Yea Dom Dom what’s up?” “(your name) listen..I have feelings for you. And I know about your situation with your boyfriend but I promise you,if you just leave him and get with me I will never treat you that way.” He spoke while caressing and gently squeezing your hand anxiously. You could tell this was the genuine side of him,all you could do was stare at him stunned. “Dom..you know I have a boyfriend but-“ you were quickly cut off with a kiss from him. You stood there in shock “I-Im so so sorry..” he quickly spat out,running off to find everyone else. You stood there for a moment trying to process everything before running off to find the entire Judgement day in the locker room. “(your name)! God where have you been? We’ve been waiting to celebrate your victory” Finn spoke,smiling from ear to ear. “Sorry guys,but yea let’s celebrate!” you said in a cheerful tone,glancing over at Dominik who seemed very anxious but trying to play it off.

An hour n a half later,you were a bit tipsy while everyone else was completely drunk. Except Dom,he wasn’t drinking as much and constantly just on his phone or playing with his fingers. “Hey,what’s wrong with him?” a drunk but sorta sober Rhea whispered to you,you whispered the whole situation to her in her ear giggling at her shocked expression. “Go talk to him” was the last thing she told you before chugging down a shot of vodka. You sat next to him,running your nail down his arm. “H-hey look I’m really sorry about what happened” “Dom,it’s ok. Look,come to my hotel tonight and we can talk this out just us.” you told him with a smile,your boyfriend wasn’t in town because of “work” so he wouldn’t even know. Dom smiled at this and immediately hugged you,you giggled and hugged him slightly rubbing his back. “Awwww look at the lovebirds” a very drunk Priest spoke before falling over. Everyone laughed,”I think we need to stop with the drinks guys” you spoke as you got up taking all the bottles off the table. Rhea whined as she didn’t get to finish pouring her shot of tequila,but still shot it straight back down her throat. Finn was asleep on the floor while Priest was struggling to get up. Since you and Dom were the only sober/non drunk ones,you both helped everyone change and got them into your car. “Once I get everyone home,I’ll text you and you can come over” you told Dom as you got Rhea into the passenger seat. “Yea ok sure!” he said with excitement. You smiled and kissed his cheek,making him smile.

An hour later,after fighting with Rhea to get get into your hotel since she refused to go home,you got her comfortable on your couch and made her a soup. “Here,eat this and take this Tylenol” she whined but complied and began eating. You texted Dom,waiting for his response.

You - ‘Hey,sorry for the wait. Had to bring Rhea to my room to get her sobered up,but you can come by if you don’t mind her’

[DomDom🖤] - ‘Yea of course! I’ll be by in like 5 minutes’

You smiled at this and waited for him to arrive. 10 minutes go by and you hear a knock at the door,opening it to see Dominik. You smiled and hugged him,letting him in the room. “Jesus,she’s sleeping good” he spoke and laughed at Rhea on the couch sleeping. “Yea she’s been like that since she finished her food,anyways follow me!” You told him as you lead him to your room. You had a premium room due to you being a wrestler so you had an extra room for Rhea to crash in later. You sat down on your bed,Dom sitting next to you. “So-“ “Shh,just listen. I have feelings for you too and with me having a boyfriend it’s been difficult,but I’m more than willing to leave him now.” You spoke before kissing him. He wrapped his hands around your waist pulling you onto his lap. You smiled in the kiss,not realized Rhea was wide awake and recording.

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canyon-clouds · 2 years

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In the Lab

Bruce Banner x Female Avenger!Reader

Warnings: nsfw, slight praise, choking, smut, 18+

Word count: 5k+ (I got a little carried away :)

Newly invited to stay with the Avengers, your favorite hobby had become annoying Tony in every way possible. It was a late Wednesday afternoon and you knew everyone would be busy winding down their work day. You had finished your paperwork earlier and had just finished a new book you started yesterday, so it was safe to say your boredom made you a tiny bit nosy and wander some. You rummaged through the kitchen looking for a snack, but nothing seemed appetizing enough. Making your way through the living and dining rooms you turn down the hallway, running your fingers lightly against the walls as you walk. You're finally faced with the door to the library at the end and push it open to look for a potential new book to start.

After thumbing through the majority of the bookcases, you come up short. Leaving the library as you pull the door closed, an idea pops into your head. Anxious to get closer to Bruce like you are with Tony, you make your way down to their lab. "Knock knock," you say while stepping off the last stair.

"Oh, y/n! Tony is up in his office. He got a little frustrated earlier, so I made him leave before he broke anything else. And so I could finally have some peace and quiet while I worked," he chuckles lightly to himself then turns to finish up what he was working on. "Feel free to make yourself at home though, just watch what you touch"

You then notice the lab is filled with a quiet level of classical music coming from the surrounding speakers. Tony usually has classic rock streaming over the sound system in whatever part of the house he is inhabiting at the moment. As a fan of all genres of music, I don't seem to mind either. You perch yourself on a space of empty tabletop and mindlessly stare at the back of Bruce’s figure. You never really paid much attention to how broad he was when he wasn't green. His shirt pulls across the ripples of muscles lining his shoulders and down his back. With your mouth slack, you continue your observation by taking note of his dark curly hair that you can tell has been tousled multiple times throughout the day. As you're drooling over him, your hand slips and knocks something over to your side. As the tools make a loud crash to the floor, you avert your gaze as soon as you make eye contact. "I'm so sorry!" you shout as you jump down to pick them up.

Bruce laughs and reassures you "it's no big deal, y/n. Just a couple of tools." He walks over to you and reaches out to grab them from your hands, "what's got you so flustered all of a sudden?" he asks, eyes demanding your attention.

"Wha- I uh, my hand just slipped," you stumble out as your face gets hotter and you just know your blush is really evident now. Bruce steps in closer to you, and you catch a whiff of his cologne as he reaches around you to replace the tools. Before you had a chance to realize it, he had turned around and was back in his seat hunched over his work and typing away on his keyboard. Taking a deep breath and subtly shaking out your hands to reorient yourself, you perch yourself back on the table and begin browsing for a new book on your phone, not being able to keep yourself from stealing a few looks here and there to peek up at the man sitting before you.

After returning to your room to call it a night, your thoughts swirled with images of Bruce. Did he really mean to get that close? Were you looking too far into this? Surely he didn’t see it the same way you did. His thoughts were probably more concerned with making sure his tools got put back in the right spot. I’ve gotta stop thinking about his tools and the places he can put them.. If you didn’t get ahold of these thoughts soon you wouldn’t be able to be around Bruce at all without presenting yourself as a stuttering tomato. It’s been so long since you’ve been with someone, but you’d hate to ruin any of the relationships you’ve created while living here. Surely he’s not even slightly interested, so these considerations are irrelevant anyway. Your subconscious fills your dreams with the curly-headed brunette that spends too much time behind a computer screen in the basement.

The next morning you may have spent a little more time getting ready, but you’d never admit it. You made sure to reach across him in the kitchen and brush against him in the hallway. These simple touches aren’t uncommon for you because you’re just a feely person, but doing these things more deliberately has to be obvious. It didn’t take long for Bruce to retreat back to his lab. You had been trying to come up with excuses to go down and see him but with Tony out of town for the next two days, you were coming up short with ideas that were obnoxiously obvious. You busied yourself with baking some cookies and dancing around the kitchen playing some music over the speakers. With the first batch of cookies already in the oven, you begin working on the dough for the next ones. Your hands are covered in flour and your hair clip has let a few stray pieces go free. With the music up, you don’t hear anyone coming into the kitchen until they’re standing behind you placing a hand on your lower back. “I thought I smelled something delicious and had to come find out for myself,” you jumped, throwing flour everywhere, as you felt his breath on your neck Bruce’s deep voice brought butterflies to your stomach. “Not surprised it’s something of your doing.” His hand drug across your back and over your hip as he made his way to the fridge to grab something to drink. You were stunned. Body not moving an inch with eyes wide as saucers and jaw on the floor. Okay, there’s no way this isn’t purposeful. Your thoughts turned your shock into confidence.

“Did I say they were for you?” You turned to face him with your hip perched on the counter, abandoning your previous task and wiping as much of the flour off your hands as possible with a towel. The smirk on your face briefly faltered as you locked eyes with him.

“Hmm, I’m sure I can convince you to part with at least one.” You had never heard him talk like this before, and the way his eyes darken as he takes slow and calculated steps toward you makes your pulse skyrocket. He’s less than an inch away from you. One good deep breath and your chests would brush up against each other.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” You have no idea where this boldness is coming from but now was the perfect time for this side to make an appearance. You’re looking up at him now because he’s almost a foot taller than you. He reaches around you to set his drink on the counter and heat travels to your core.

“I might beg, or even plead. I’d make promises I’m sure to keep. And I may even return the favor..” his breath is right by your ear. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you have no idea how to respond. The image of Bruce on his knees in front of you begging has you clenching your thighs together. Bruce retreats and runs his hand across your shoulder offering you a small smile. He’s under the impression he went too far. He noticed your body tense up as he got close and automatically assumed you were scared of him. Not wanting to make you more nervous he announces that he will be downstairs if you need him.

You hope the music was loud enough that he couldn’t hear your pulse beating through your skin. Now all flustered with the events that just took place, your mind was more scrambled than it was before. His rapid change in demeanor both normal to flirtatious and back to reserved made your head spin. The timer for the batch of cookies in the oven interrupted your thoughts and allowed you to get back to baking with all the what-ifs rattling in your head.

Time passes. The cookies are all finished and cooling, but Bruce has not returned from downstairs. So, you decided to make bring him some while hopefully making the advancements more obvious. You had never hand-delivered cookies to Tony before, much less anyone else. You make a stack of cookies on a plate and make your way to the stairs leading down to the lab. You lightly knock your knuckles on the frame as you stand in the doorway. Bruce’s eyes meet yours as he looks up, “well that didn’t take much begging.”

“Bold of you to assume these are for you. I could’ve brought them all for myself and just came down here for the company while I ate them all,” you cocked your head to the side with a smirk and a raised eyebrow in his direction.

“I get one or you can’t come in.” You rolled your eyes then Bruce’s chuckle filled the space and he quirked his head inviting you to come in. You enjoy his company more than you’ve noticed before. His personality is just as attractive as his body. You prop your butt against the table beside him holding the plate of cookies in front of you. You stare at his side profile and bite your bottom lip to hold back a smile. “I promise I won’t tell Tony you brought me cookies. I wouldn’t be able to put up with his jealousy any more than you could.” As he finishes up whatever he was doing on the table, he stands, grabs two cookies, and brushes a quick peck on your cheek as thanks. You’re glad he’s walking away from you because the blush that coats your cheeks is embarrassing from the tiny pass of his lips. You put the plate on the table in the middle of the room and grab one on your way to join Bruce. “I could actually use a hand with this,” his mouth was full of his second cookie. You brush the crumbs off your hands and walk up next to him indicating you were willing to help. “I need you to stand here and just hold this part as still as possible, and then I’ll ask you to hand me this part when I need it.” You briefly nodded your head and tried to slow your increased breathing rate from being so close. Bruce’s scent enveloped you and you were surrounded by the smell of fresh bergamot, mahogany, and soft musk. It was honestly drool-worthy. It took a conscious effort not to lean into him to get a stronger whiff, so you tried to concentrate more on the task at hand. Hands. Holy hands. You’ve never paid this much attention, well you’ve never been this close, to see his hands maneuvering tools around whatever contraption you were helping him with. If only your job wasn’t to hold this part still.. Your hands were shaking with evidence of your pent-up excitement. “Okay, I’ll take that piece now,” his voice was more serious, and a little breathy. As you held the piece out to him, he noticed how badly you were shaking and brought his eyes to yours. “You okay?” his question was laced with concern as he seemed to stare through you. Your quiet mhmm was paired with a slight nod that Bruce took as fear instead of excitement. He quickened his pace and with a couple more twists and turns he was finished. “Thank you, y/n. I really do appreciate it.” His voice was back to normal with a little bit of coldness and distance to it. Neither of you had stepped away and were inches away from each other. He finally turned his face to meet yours as he ran his tongue over his lips and pulled them in. You were shocked by his change of expression. You worried you had done something wrong when Bruce didn’t make the first move away worried he would intimidate you.

“I’m always down to hold your tools,” you added a wink to the end of your statements in hopes of lightening the mood. You saw the instant change as confusion swirled around in his eyes. In hopes of making your intentions more clear, you leaned closer into his arm that was propped on the table.

“I don’t understand..” he mumbles so quietly under his breath you almost don’t hear it.

“Do I need to spell it out for you?” Your sass coming out in full force. Bruce’s hand comes out and grabs your chin in a flash. He tilts your head up toward his so he’s looking down at you. You’re batting your eyelashes up at him to encourage him to continue. You feel your pulse quicken as you watch his eyes darken just a fraction.

He grips your chin a little harder and shakes it slightly as he says, “what’re we gonna do about this attitude of yours.” Your lips are parted with quick breaths escaping. “I’m sure I could come up with something,” his hand trails from your chin to your jaw and pushes your head back further exposing more of your neck. He leans in and runs the tip of his nose up the side of your throat breathing you in. You had no earthly idea Bruce was this sensual of a person. Or even this dominant. The thought of Bruce on his knees begging had returned to contrast with the thoughts of you being on your knees for him. A whine had involuntarily escaped your lips, and you felt Bruce’s smirk against your skin. He pressed a gentle kiss over your pulse point before turning your face back toward him. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, pretty girl. Because all this time I’ve been thinking you’re scared of me, yet here you are melting beneath my touch.” Another whine makes its way up from your chest, causing Bruce to let out a light chuckle.

“Right now, the only thing I’m scared of is Tony being able to watch this footage back of what’s about to happen.” He lets out a light hum that vibrates against your chest. He walks off with a light kiss to the corner of your mouth. You stare at his back and drool even more as he leans over the desk to type on the computer. His broad shoulders pulled his tshirt tight so his muscles were outlined through the material. Bruce stood and turned around and smirked when he caught you staring.

“Now then,” he made his way back over to where you had not moved from your spot, grabbed you by the hips, and picked you up to sit you on the table in the middle of the room. Your squeal was interrupted by him grabbing the side of your face and pressing his lips to your own. It all happened so fast, but it took no time for you to kiss him back and run your hands to the back of his neck and into his hair as he stood in between your legs. His other hand was grabbing onto you where your thigh meets your hip. You could feel his hands shaking as he was struggling with holding himself back. So, you gripped his hair a little tighter and pulled him to you wrapping your legs around his hips to deepen the kiss. It’s like the veil was lifted as Bruce’s arm wrapped around your back and his hand made its way gently around your throat. He was testing the waters and you appreciated his apprehension while waiting for approval. You leaned for throat further into his large hand and sucked on his bottom lip. His choking grip tightened just enough to inhibit the blood flow to make things more intense without making you pass out. He let out a gruff moan at the same time as you let out a mewling noise and your tongues battled against each other. You squeezed him closer with your legs and felt him hard against your thigh. A gasp came from your mouth as you got the first idea of how big he was. He separated the kiss to let out a chuckle at your reaction while he rubbed his nose against yours. His grip on your throat let up and his hand made its way to your chest. He left open-mouthed kisses down your neck and sucked on the skin where your collar met your throat. He pulled you closer to the edge of the table and ground his hips against your core. He pulled his mouth away from you and let out a loud moan. “This is something I never realized how bad I wanted but know now that I never want it to stop.” At that point, you were intoxicated by his hands and his words. He took a second to stare longingly into your eyes pressing his forehead to yours before a chaste kiss on your lips was followed by his hand on your sternum pushing you to lay back. You had to scoot a few things over before your back was comfortably flat on the table. Bruce ran his hands down the sides of your legs leaving goosebumps in their wake. He placed a strong grip on your calves and slightly massaged them as he pulled them up to where your heels were on the table and your knees were spread leaving you wide open for him. You craned your neck to see his eyes glaze over while he focuses on your core. He tilts his head up to the ceiling with his hands still caressing your legs. “You’re gonna be the death of me, y/n,” dropping his head and opening his eyes back to meet yours. His hands grab the waistband of your pants, waiting for your approval. You lift your hips slightly so he’s able to pull them off. His eyes finally leave yours and when they meet your core he lets out a sharp breath. He sinks to his knees and grabs both of your thighs to spread you open even further. You feel your body shivering with anticipation as you feel his warm breath against your wetness. It feels like you wait forever before he finally puts his mouth on you, and when he does you can’t help but let out his name in a breathy moan.

“Bruce..” one hand reaches down to tangle in his hair while the other reaches up behind you to keep in contact with the table to maintain a feeling of stability when everything he’s doing is causing you to fall over the edge in a dizzy haze. He moans and the vibrations of his mouth against your core make you jump. His chuckle from your reaction just continues those same stimulations that leave you a squirming mess beneath him. He runs his tongue up your slit through your folds and barely grazes against your clit. The soft moans leaving your lips just egg him on more. His strokes become more deliberate until he finally gives you what you’ve been waiting for when he flattens his tongue against your clit and gives it long, slow licks. A guttural groan leaves your lips as the electricity in your belly is building, close to the peak. His tongue continues its attention on your clit when you feel a finger circle your entrance before slowly pushing into you. Your back arches and you throw your head back, closing your eyes to focus on how good Bruce is making you feel right now. Bruce. Bruce Banner is on his knees for you right now giving you the best head of probably your life. Your whole body erupts into shivers as more warmth travels to your belly. You feel a second finger join his first curling inside of you to meet that perfect spot. The pressure his tongue is putting on your clit gets stronger. He’s reading your body like it’s the back of his hand and you have never been more surprised at the talent this man possesses for pleasing a woman. He can tell you’re getting close but doesn’t stop or change a single thing. He presses his large hand against your belly in an attempt to keep your hips still while he pushes you closer to your climax. Finally, the electricity sparks as your toes curl and your hands grip tightly onto whatever is close. Your vision goes black and your back arches off the table. Bruce slows both of his strokes as you ride out your high. Trailing kisses from your entrance and all the way up your stomach, you open your eyes as you come back down from your high to see him staring at you with lust filling his eyes and a smirk ghosting his lips. His fingertips are gently trailing up and down your sides as you finally begin to catch your breath. Your limbs are sprawled out beside you as you go to rub your eyes and attempt to understand what the heck just happened.

“Oh, don’t think I’m done with you just yet. Wait here,” he gives you two gentle pats on your thigh before disappearing somewhere in the room you don’t have the energy to look up and see where. He returns holding a water bottle he grabbed from the fridge in the corner. He grabs your hand to pull you to sit up, uncaps the water, and presses the cold edge to your lips. You grab it for yourself and take a few large gulps. “Good girl, you ready?” He grabs the bottle and brings it to his own lips where he downs the remainder of its contents. You look up at him questioningly. “I told you I wasn’t done with you yet. I just prefer to finish this in my room where its a little more comfortable for the both of us.” With this admittance, you hop down from the table and pull on your pants.

A gasp comes from your lips and Bruce’s head snaps in your direction. “The cameras.. Bruce, what about Tony’s cameras in here? I don’t want him seeing that.”

“I think you were too busy ogling at my ass, but I turned them off for the time being. I’m sure he won’t be able to see anything.” His hands wrap around your waist as his words ease your worry. “C’mon,” he grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers as he leads you out of the lab and up the stairs to his room. His room was neat and tidy just as you expected it to be. He pulled you into the room and onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. “This okay with you?” Instead of answering him you straddled his hips and pulled him in for another kiss. As the kiss got deeper, you ran your nails down his back and grabbed the hem of his shirt to pull it off. You broke the kiss to pull the t-shirt over his head and expose his chiseled chest and abdomen. You ran your hands over his muscles while his hands gripped your waist and traveled to your ass. In a blink of an eye, he lifted you off him and threw you to the center of the bed. Instead of crawling up after you, he stood and walked to the door to lock it and remove his shoes. His muscles flexed as he walked and you can’t help but take in his beautiful figure. He walks to the bedside table and pulls out a foil packet that he lays on top of the nightstand. Finally, his eyes return to meet yours and his hands travel to the button on his jeans. You bite your lip and nod your head as your gaze is lasered in on his hands as he undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. He pushes the jeans down past his thighs and steps out of them, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He slowly steps to the bed, and he props one knee on the edge of the bed before crawling his way to you. His eyes have yet to leave yours.

“Bruce, please..” the whines leave your mouth before you can even comprehend them as thoughts.

“Please what, angel?” His smooth voice filled the space around you. You didn’t even know what you were begging for. “Want me to touch you?” You couldn’t nod your head fast enough. “Well all you have to do is ask.” He continues crawling over you and settles himself in between your legs once again. His right hand is beside your head as he props himself up on it so he can bring his other hand up to cradle your cheek. He leans down to press a firm kiss against your lips. Your hands reach out and fan across his lean back trying to pull him closer to you. His hand leaves your cheek and travels down to your chest. His approval vibrates through his chest when he finds your nipple hard and pressing through your bra begging for attention. His hand travels to the hem of your shirt as he shifts his weight back on his ankles so he has both hands free to drag your shirt over your head. Both hands then find your breasts and knead them through your lace bra. He hadn’t noticed your matching underwear set until right now. “You do this for me?” A smirk adorned his face as his hands went from your bra to the waistband of your pants. He swiftly pulls them down your legs and tosses them to join his own on the floor. Your blush had traveled from your cheeks all the way down your chest. They say if a woman is wearing matching underwear, it was never the man’s decision to have sex. Bruce had paid attention to the curves of your body in the past, but he never imagined himself in a position like this. Now, he finds himself memorizing your figure in case he never has this chance again. You feel worshipped laying in front of him, and no one has ever made you feel as beautiful as you do right now. He leans down putting his weight onto his forearms that are framing your head as he continues kissing you passionately. Your hands continue roaming his back as he grinds down against you. The softness of his briefs is just enough friction to appease your wants. One thing is for sure, you appreciate that Bruce takes his time. Nothing feels rushed or pressed and this allows you to ease your mind and be more present in the moment. He continues this torture until you’re practically dripping and whining because the need for him is almost painful.

Your hands reach for the waistband of his boxers when he finally complies. He removes his last article of clothing and reaches over to the bedside table for the packet. Once he slides the condom on and rubs his length against your slit, you can’t help but release the moan that has been building inside you. You’re shaking with anticipation because of not only his size but also how enjoyable you know he is going to make this for the both of you. He reaches down between you to finger at your clit while lining himself up with your entrance. Your hips are tilting up towards him waiting for the wanted intrusion. He rubs circles on your clit and leans down to kiss your lips when he slowly pushes himself into you. You swallow each other's moans as he bottoms out inside of you. He allows you a second to adjust before he begins slowly moving, coordinating the circles on your clit with the pace he is creating with the rock of his hips. Your hands tangle in his hair as your kisses get sloppy. Your climax has already built up almost to the peak. Bruce can feel you squeezing around him. He picks up his pace and your orgasm crashes over you unexpectedly. Bruce rides you out through your high but doesn’t stop once you’ve evened out. Your moans get louder as he continues his thrusts and circles on your clit. His hips snap harder against yours as he leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth over your bra. The mix of the lacey fabric with the warm wetness of his tongue makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as another orgasm has already built itself up. As if you couldn’t squeeze him any tighter, he feels your muscles clamping down around him and knows you’re sitting at the edge. He stops the circles on your clit to pinch it as he thrusts into you hard and deep while he bites down gently on your nipple. Your back arches off the bed as you’re pushed off that cliff only for Bruce to be following right behind you. His hips stutter against you as he continues to ride out both of your highs. Once he slows, you’re faintly aware of the mess you made between you two. His breathing is still erratic as he caresses the side of your face and plants a soft, firm kiss on your lips. He nuzzles your nose with his before lightly kissing you on the forehead and pulling out of you with a groan. Your eyes droop closed as he goes into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and grab a damp towel to clean you up. After cleaning you and himself, he washes his hands and climbs back in bed beside you. You roll over into his side to lay your head on his chest while your breathings have gone back to normal. He pulls the covers over the two of you as you curl your leg around his. He grabs the TV remote to put on a movie. He looks down at you with adoration in his eyes, “I don’t think you realize how long I have been looking for you and I didn’t even realize you were right in front of me. I always took your stiffness as fear instead of affection. So I have a lot of time to make up for, I hope you don’t mind.” You lean up to kiss his cheek and sigh contently as you relax back into his chest.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.” You’re surprised when you hear your phone go off with a text in the pocket of your pants from the floor. Bruce notions for you to get it, but when you do you see it’s a text from Tony. Your stomach drops to your feet. There’s no way he knows, right? A text tone then comes from the pocket of Bruce’s jeans. Your text from Tony was a message game request for chess, while Bruce’s was simply a screenshot of the weather in Paris. Your eyes are wide as they meet each other’s. He knows…

Bruce hides the second message that comes through displaying a screenshot of Tony’s notifications announcing someone had turned off the lab’s cameras.. Which led him to turn them back on to find the two in the midst of their predicament..

“I’m gonna go grab us some water,” Bruce barely gets his shorts on before rushing out the door toward the kitchen to call Tony.

Ahhh! What do you think Tony will have to say about their little connection?

Would you want a part 2 to find out?

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justabigassnerd · 2 years

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Lifeline

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x sister!reader

Word count - 4,537

Warnings - mentions of death, injuries, hospitals, angst, fluff

Song - Lifeline by Joshua Bassett

Summary - One of the only people Rooster has left gets in an accident resulting in a very panicked Bradley

A/N - So whaddup it's another Rooster fic (I am NOT sorry). I listened to Lifeline by Joshua Bassett on the way home from work one night and it inspired this fic. I lowkey hope this didn't turn out bad bc it took me so damn long to write aha. Anyways I'll stop rambling. As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!

You and your brother only had each other. You were adopted into the Bradshaw family long after Goose died and just around Bradley’s seventeenth birthday. Carole had always wanted two kids, a boy, and a girl but after Goose died, she thought her plans were gone with the wind but a family friend of hers told her about a gorgeous baby girl in the adoption agency she worked for that needed a home. Carole spoke to Bradley about it, valuing her son’s opinion and when they both went to visit you, they both fell head over heels in love with you and adopted you as quick as they possibly could.

Just as Bradley was nearing the end of college and looked at reapplying for the Navy, hoping Maverick wouldn’t pull his papers again, Carole got sick. Everyone hoped she’d shake it but as time pressed on and she got sicker everyone started to accept the harsh realities of what was happening. Some people suggested that they take you in since you were still little, and they didn’t want Bradley to put his career on hold to raise his sister but he only let some family friends take you in for a year so he could pass his training and get settled into his job before requesting he stay in California to bring you up without having to move you around all the time. After all the loss the Bradshaw family had endured, you and Bradley learnt to lean on each other. After all, it was you and him against the world.

Now you were eighteen and in the midst of your senior year of high school. Bradley was now an instructor at Top Gun and the two of you were still as close as ever. You had never been afraid to tell your brother about things that upset or bothered you and Bradley always listened, making you feel heard and did his best to help you.

“I’m off to work. Don’t be late to school, drive safe.” Rooster says as he gathers his bag and slings it over his shoulder.

“I’m always safe. What time are you home tonight?” You call from the kitchen, occupied with making your breakfast.

“Depends on when Cyclone and Mav say I can leave. I’m teaching pretty much all of today, so I’d gamble I’ll be back around dinner time.” He replies, grabbing his keys and opening the front door.

“Okay, bye!” You say, poking your head around the door so you could say goodbye to your brother properly.

“Bye y/n/n, I’ll see you later.” He says with a smile before finally leaving through the door and allowing you to finish getting ready for school. When you’ve eaten your breakfast and made sure you have all the stuff you need for school in your bag you grab your keys and leave the house, getting into your car and starting the drive to school.

Once you arrive at school you are greeted by your friends who are all immediately stressing about the college applications you had sent off just the week prior, all anxious about what places will accept them or reject them. You try to mediate the fear by keeping your friends calm telling them to just worry about right now rather than worrying about something that’s out of control. After successfully calming your friends down, you figure it’s time to head into the school building and head to your homeroom to get the school day started.

The day was long and while you were ready to head home and collapse into your bed for a nap until you could make dinner, your friend Abi invited you and the rest of your friends around to hers to hang out for a bit. Given that the group of you hadn’t been able to hang out together for a while you all accepted, going to your car so you could give everyone a lift due to the fact you were the only one with a car out of all your friends. The drive, while not long, was filled with you all scream singing songs that the radio played until you reached Abi’s house. The four of you unload and head into the house, immediately heading for the living room where you settle on the sofa and find your favourite show to watch together and press play while Abi grabs some snacks. The four of you lounge around, enjoying each other’s company and exchanging silly comments and remarks about what the characters are doing on screen. When you next check the time, you sit up straighter, pushing the blanket back and standing up.

“Sorry guys, I should probably think about heading home. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” You say, laughing as your friends groan and toss pillows at you for leaving so soon but you simply wave goodbye and head out the door, climbing into your car and beginning the drive home. As you listen to the radio quietly playing under the rumble of the engine, you started to admire the views. You were lucky you grew up in a beautiful place, so you took any opportunities to admire your surroundings. As you reached a set of traffic lights, you celebrated quietly when the light turned green upon your approach but as you went across the gridlock, a car sped from the left side of your car, driving straight into the side of your car, making your world go dark and silent within seconds.

Rooster was finishing up the lecture he was giving to a new batch of Top Gun students when his phone buzzed. He quickly pulled it out of his pocket to see who was calling and when he didn’t recognise the number, he shoved his phone back in his pocket and continued to address the pilots. Just as he was beginning to dismiss the pilots the door to the hall burst open, revealing Maverick and Cyclone on the other side. All the trainee’s stood to attention as their superiors walked towards Rooster.

“You’re all dismissed.” Cyclone says to the recruits, his voice projecting clearly and sternly to the recruits who obey without a second thought, leaving the room as Maverick and Cyclone turn to face Rooster.

“Rooster. The hospital just called me. They said y/n got in an accident.” Maverick says and in a matter of seconds, Rooster’s world came crumbling down around him. He released a shuddering breath and barged past the two men, rushing through the base to get to his car. His thoughts were running a million and one miles an hour. That phone call must’ve been the hospital calling him. He scolded himself silently. He was so stupid why didn’t he pick up the phone? He was grateful that you had both him and Maverick down as emergency contacts otherwise he probably wouldn’t have known until god knows when. He curses angrily at the traffic jam he approaches, hand slamming on the wheel in frustration as he blinks back the tears building. He still didn’t know what had happened to you other than hearing you were in an accident, so his thoughts were going crazy. What if he got there and you were already gone? He couldn’t lose another family member. You were all he had left. When the traffic begins to move smoothly again, he gets to the hospital in what he dubs as record time, parking his car and entering the hospital in a rush. He practically runs up to the front desk.

“I’m here to see y/n Bradshaw. I got told she was brought in not too long ago.” Rooster says, almost leaning entirely over the desk to address the receptionist who looks up at him for a second before turning her attention back to her computer.

“Are you family?” She asks, typing on her computer before glancing up at him expectantly.

“Yes, I’m her brother.” Rooster replies hurriedly, fighting to keep the frustration from his tone but failing miserably. The receptionist types again on her computer before looking back up at him.

“You can go and wait in the waiting room. She’s being treated right now but I’ll inform someone, and they’ll come and get you when they’re done.” The receptionist says finally after typing one last thing into her computer. She gestured in the loose direction of the waiting room, and he followed her gesture to the room filled with people waiting to be seen by doctors or family members waiting to hear about their loved ones. Rooster sat down in one of the corners of the room, avoiding looking at anyone as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, seeing a bombardment of texts from everyone from Dagger Squad. Everyone was concerned about why he was seen storming out of work. Instead of replying to each individual text, he opened the group chat they had and sent what had happened and where he was. He hit send on the message and opened the text he got from Maverick asking if he was at the hospital and if he had any updates yet.

‘I’m at the hospital but they said she’s being treated. I can’t see her until she’s out. I’m scared, Mav.’

Rooster hit send on the message and leant back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling to try and will his tears to not escape from his eyes. He takes some slow deep breaths to try and remain calm, but his heart was hammering in fear. After a matter of minutes, his phone started buzzing intensely. He retracted the phone from his pocket and saw all his friends sending messages in response to his and then he noticed another message come through from Maverick.

‘I’m on my way, kid.’

Rooster felt a small amount of comfort from that one message and glanced around the waiting room, expecting Maverick to just appear out of thin air. It took about twenty minutes until Maverick entered the waiting room, locating Rooster and crossing to him. Maverick sat next to Rooster and turned to face him.

“Bradley…” Maverick says gently, the use of Rooster's name as opposed to his callsign made the tears he’d been holding in fall down his cheeks. Maverick wasted no time pulling him into a tight hug, squeezing him close as he feels the tears landing on his shoulder. Rooster’s whole body shook with sobs as he cried, clinging to Maverick like he was a terrified little boy again.

“What if I lose her, Mav? I can’t lose anyone else.” Rooster forces out through his cries, blinking the remainder of his tears away and pulling away from Maverick’s embrace and wiping his eyes furiously, looking away in embarrassment.

“That sister of yours is tough. We have to have faith that she’ll pull through.” Maverick says calmly although he too was worried about the severity of this accident. After Rooster takes some deep breaths to compose himself, he nods at Maverick’s words knowing that as much as he hated it, everything was out of his control, and he had to just have faith that everything would be okay. The two talk about anything and everything to try and keep their minds off how slowly time is passing when suddenly they hear a group of people coming and they were shocked to see Dagger Squad coming in, walking over to the two and ignoring the glares from everyone else in the waiting room. There weren’t enough seats for all of them to sit with Rooster and Maverick, so Hangman, Coyote and Phoenix decided to remain standing with their friends rather than finding somewhere else to sit.

“Have you gotten any updates?” Payback asks, looking over at Rooster as he shakes his head solemnly, glancing down at the floor.

“She’ll be alright, Bradshaw. That kid is a fighter. She’ll be back on her feet, kicking our asses in pool in no time.” Hangman says, his tone a lot gentler than anyone was used to hearing coming from him, but it was no secret that he held a soft spot for the youngest Bradshaw. Pretty much all of Dagger Squad had adopted you as their younger sister and they cared deeply for you so you being in hospital had all of them worried for you.

“Family of y/n Bradshaw?” The voice of a nurse has Rooster, Maverick and those of Dagger Squad who were sat down shooting out of their seats.

“I think just Rooster and Mav should go. They’ll fill us in.” Phoenix says, gesturing for everyone to sit down. Rooster and Maverick cross to the nurse, greeting him when they reach him. The nurse leads the two outside and to where a doctor was waiting. The doctor greets the two before bringing them into an office to have some privacy.

“They are just finishing treating y/n. She had some severe injuries when she came in. The car hit her side of the car, so we had to remove some glass and set some broken bones. She did suffer some head trauma so until she wakes up, we won’t know just how severe it is. We’ve moved her into a room, would you like me to take you up to her?” The doctor explains, reading through the charts on her clipboard before looking up at the two. Rooster nods while Maverick glances at Rooster.

“You go. I’ll let the others know what’s going on. Text me the room number when you’re there.” He says quietly, before turning and heading out of the office and into the waiting room to talk to Dagger Squad. Rooster follows the doctor to a lift and then follows her to your room where upon entry, more tears spring to his eyes at your state. Your left arm and leg were in a cast, and you had cuts and bruises littering your face and arms. Rooster pulled a chair up alongside your bed and took your right hand in his own, being mindful of the cannula in your hand. He was vaguely aware of the doctor letting herself out, but he didn’t remove his focus from you. He managed to force himself to take his eyes off you for but a moment so he could send Maverick your room number but the second his phone was off; his focus was back on you. He watched the steady rise and fall of your chest and listened to the repeated beeping from the heart monitor.

“I need you to pull through this, y/n/n.” He whispers to you, squeezing your hand for emphasis and despite the fact he knew you weren’t going to respond, it still crushed him.

As Maverick walked the hallway towards your hospital room, he kept praying in his head that you were going to make it. Maverick wasn’t a religious man, not by any means but if there was an afterlife or whatever people wanted to call it, Maverick had only two people in his mind he was praying to watch over you instead of any heavenly figure.

“Goose… Carole… you need to make sure y/n makes it. We can’t lose her too.” He mumbles to himself as he glances at the door numbers, still trying to find your room. When he locates your room, he enters and is greeted by the sight of Rooster sitting alongside your bed.

“The doctor caught all of us trying to come up to the room and said only two visitors at a time. We’ll take turns coming up here.” Maverick says gently, trying to bring some kind of comfort to Rooster. When Rooster doesn’t respond, Maverick pulls the other chair up alongside Rooster’s to be the support he needed right now.

Over the next day, Maverick and the rest of Dagger Squad would take it in turns being in the hospital room, not only to check on you but to make sure Rooster was okay. Everyone made sure to bring something to your hospital room, either something for you or something for your brother who hadn’t left your side. Hangman brought a bunch of flowers and left them on your bedside table. Bob brought a ‘get well soon’ card he got all of Dagger Squad to sign. Fanboy brought a teddy bear that sat alongside your flowers. Payback made sure to bring water for Rooster to drink while Phoenix would bring a meal from the hospital cafeteria up to him. She had attempted to bring in food from outside, but she got caught so had to resort to the hospital food. Maverick was always there for Rooster to talk to about whatever was worrying him. And every time Maverick approached the hospital room, he whispered a prayer up to Goose and Carole, asking them to watch over you.

On that evening you woke up, it was just you and Rooster in the room. You heard the beeping of the machines and gentle snoring before you opened your eyes, wincing at the brightness of the lights and the pounding in your head. You glanced to your side and saw your brother dozing lightly, his arms folded and his chin resting on his chest. You didn’t want to disturb him. He looked exhausted so you attempted to sit up slightly but exhaled sharply at the sudden pain, causing Rooster’s eyes to fly open.

“y/n?” He questions, trying to figure out if he’s dreaming or if this is real.

“Hey, B.” You say, smiling tiredly.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, knowing it’s a stupid question but he needed to know.

“Rough. My head hurts. The light is too bright.” You grumble, squinting when you make the mistake of glancing towards the light. Without hesitation, Rooster gets up and turns the light off, plunging the room into almost complete darkness with the only light filtering in through your window being the setting sun. Just as Rooster sits down by your side, a nurse walks in.

“It’s nice to see you awake, y/n. I’m just going to check you over and see how you’re doing if that’s okay with you.” The nurse says as you nod slowly, not enjoying the pain the motion gave you.

“Is your head giving you pain?” She asks, glancing down to make a note.

“Yeah, the light hurts my eyes, and my head is just pounding.” You admit, knowing nothing good will come from lying.

“Okay, we’ll try putting you on some different pain meds. When you were being treated, your doctors didn’t find anything of concern with your head injury, but we’ll be monitoring you just to be safe. Do you have any pain anywhere else?” The nurse asks, looking back up at you.

“Only if I move.” You say, hating the way you’re forced to just lie on your back.

“Well, I can only suggest staying still.” The nurse teases lightly, bringing a small smile to your face.

“Is there any way I could sit up slightly? I hate lying on my back like this.” You ask the nurse, your eyes pleading.

“We can try and adjust your bed but if there’s any discomfort, I expect you to tell us immediately.” She says, moving to pick up the remote for your bed and easing the side your head was at up. You hold a hand up to stop her when you’re sat up enough to satisfy you. You were relieved that no pain flooded through you at the motion, and you settled further into the pillow.

“I’m just going to grab those meds for you, okay?” The nurse confirms and when she leaves, you turn your attention back to your brother.

“How are you doing, B? You look rough. And that’s saying something.” You laugh lightly, stopping when he doesn’t even crack a smile at your joke.

“Not the time for jokes, y/n. I was scared shitless.” He says, sighing slightly as he shakes his head, still reeling from the whole ordeal.

“It’s not like I got in this accident just to scare you, Bradley. I don’t want to be here any more than you do.” You say, Rooster remained silent. He was always like this when he was emotional. He would choose to remain silent and stoic so no one could see that things were getting to him. He would bottle it up until he reached a breaking point and you always tried to get him to talk to you about it so he wouldn’t explode.

“Bradley?” You ask, hoping to get some sort of response from your brother. As you open your mouth to press him again, the door swings open and the nurse enters again with some meds in her arms.

“Alright, I have something that should help with those headaches of yours. I’ll just hook it up for you.” The nurse says cheerfully, oblivious to the slight awkwardness between you and Rooster.

“Thank you.” You say as she finishes hooking everything up.

“You’re welcome. You should get some rest. You should think about leaving, sir.” The nurse says, addressing you and then turning to Rooster.

“No. I’m staying. If that’s okay.” He says quickly, the nurse looked slightly taken aback by Rooster’s outburst but ultimately nodded.

“Okay, you can stay. Would you like me to set up a bed for you?” She replies but Rooster just shakes his head thanking the nurse but informing her he’ll be fine where he is.

“Well just come and get me if you change your mind. I’ll leave you two be now.” She says with a smile before leaving. When she’s gone you turn your head to look at your brother.

“I agree with the nurse. You should get some rest.” Rooster says as you nod slightly, feeling minor tiredness creeping up on you and you could only guess it was because of the meds.

“Only if you get some rest too. Something’s telling me you’ve slept a grand total of ten minutes since you got here.” You say and you could tell from his expression that you hit the nail right on the head.

“I’ll be fine, kid.” He says dismissively once he collects himself.

“But you won’t be if you don’t rest. You need to rest. So why won’t you?” You ask, the worry and confusion on your face making Rooster’s expression soften, he didn’t want to upset you.

“I’m just scared.” He admits, lowing his head in embarrassment and fixing his eyes on his lap.

“Scared of what?” You press gently, sitting up slightly, ignoring the small spark of pain that shoots through you.

“I’m scared that if I close my eyes, something might happen to you.” He manages to say, blinking the tears away and still not daring to look up at you.

“Look at me, B.” Your gentle voice encourages, wanting to do nothing more than to comfort your brother. He’d always been there for you growing up, so you wanted to return the favour.

“I’m not saying goodbye this soon. I’m going to be fine tonight. I got my big brother by my side and that’s all I need. I’ll be okay.” You say, a soft smile on your face as you grab his hand. Your smile widened when your brother finally looked up and made eye contact with you.

“I’ll be fine.” You repeat, squeezing his hand lightly as he nods carefully.

“Promise you’ll wake me up if anything happens.” He asks, and you hum in acknowledgement.

“If I wake up with even the slightest amount of pain, I’ll let you know. Promise.” You say, watching as a small smile finally graces your brother's face.

“Thank you. Now, get some rest y/n/n.” He says as you yawn and settle back on the pillows.

“You better get some rest too otherwise I’ll kick your ass.” You mumble, letting your eyes close as Rooster lets out a soft laugh.

“I promise I’ll get some rest. I love you, y/n/n.” He replies, smiling as you snuggle into the pillow.

“I love you too, B.” You mutter before allowing sleep to beckon you. Your breaths becoming slow and deep within seconds. Rooster watches you for a minute before folding his arms and resting his chin against his chest once more and allowing his tired eyes to close, welcoming sleep as it comes.

Rooster was awoken the next morning by all his friends entering and when he looked over at them confused, they were quick to explain.

“The nurse let us all come up. We must’ve bugged them so much yesterday that they just gave in this morning.” Fanboy explains, a shit-eating grin on his face that the naval aviators were able to get what they wanted.

“How’s she doing?” Phoenix asks, looking from where you were laid asleep peacefully to where Rooster was sat, handing him a granola bar to eat.

“She woke up last night. She’s doing okay.” Rooster says with a smile, feeling well rested and more optimistic. The news made everyone start chattering excitedly despite Maverick, Rooster, and Bob’s attempts to keep them quiet.

“Guys, come on she’s still asleep.” Bob pleads, feeling bad that the entire group has burst in and started making a racket.

“I was asleep until Fanboy started talking. His inside voice is any normal person’s outside voice.” Your tired voice has every head snapping to look at you as you peel your eyes open and smile.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Maverick asks, approaching your bedside and brushing a loose piece of hair away from your face.

“Feeling good, Mav.” You say, grinning up at your godfather as he smiles back, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving away to allow the others to say hi.

“You’re one tough kid aren’t you, Bradshaw?” Hangman teases, ruffling your hair as you laugh, swatting at his hand.

“Sorry, Jake. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You fire back as he shakes his head, chuckling before the others push him aside to talk to you. You spent time talking to all the members of Dagger Squad as Maverick and Rooster watched on with a fond smile as you asked the team to sign either the cast on your arm or leg. Both Rooster and Maverick were overjoyed that you were doing better, and they could hope that you’d be able to come home soon and that you’d be back to doing the things you love.

Bradley Bradshaw had already lost so much in his life so the time you were unconscious in the hospital bed were the most painful hours of his life. Wondering if he was about to add his little sister to the list of people he’s lost in his lifetime. He’d never been so relieved to see you awake in his life when you finally did. He vowed from that moment on that he was never going to take any moments with any of his loved ones for granted. He wanted to appreciate every moment he had with those he cared for in case something like this happened again. But for now, instead of dwelling on what could have been, he found himself smiling at the fact you’d be around to be his pain in the ass baby sister a bit longer.

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janetsboys · 2 years

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The test

warnings: teenage pregnancy, emotionaaal, fem!reader

A/N: don’t know where i got the idea of this but i love carl so much i can’t stop writing about him so here you go my fellows carl stans

summary: fem!reader is Glenn and Maggie’s adoptive daughter, you are really late on your periods after starting to get sexually active with your boyfriend, Carl. You get worried so you ask someone you really trust to go to the pharmacy with you, in the need of a test.

english is not my first language, be kind <3

Getting pregnant in an apocalypse was certainly not smart, you all lived in Alexandria for months now, it became home.

You started having doubts when you missed your periods twice in a row, you absolutely needed a pregnancy test.

Carl just lost his eye and got back to sleeping in your shared room, your parents allowing you to share a room since you’ve never been separated since childhood. They warned you about unprotected relationships but a bit too late.

You opened your eyes with one thought, convincing someone to come with you on a run to catch a pregnancy test. You turned your head to see Carl still sleeping.

It suddenly made you feel so bad, seeing him sleeping peacefully after everything that happened lately, you know you’ll have to announce the pregnancy and stress him a lot during months. You’re really scared of his reaction, maybe he won’t love you anymore or some other stupid thoughts.

You’ve seen him with Judith for years now, the thing you’ll never have to be worried about is how he takes care of the child cause he’s been the best big brother to Judith and took care of her like no one ever did. You actually thought often of him as a father when you saw him and his little sister, thinking how wonderful he would be with his own child.

You dressed and left the room, coming down the stairs seeing Rick in the kitchen holding Judith;

“Well, hi (Y/N)” he said surprised to see you awaken so early. “Hi, Rick” you kiss Judith’s forehead before taking a snack on the table, putting on your jacket to leave the Grimes house.

You were extremely anxious, you felt your body reacted weirdly, you kind of already knew you were pregnant you just needed confirmation.

Of course, you were way too young, what if Carl doesn’t want to raise a child? What if the child will hate you for forcing them to live in a messed up world? What if Glenn and Maggie get mad and disappointed in you? What if Rick gets mad and disappointed in you?

All these scenarios kept happening in your head, you were a child having a child, it felt wrong. After all, you had a safe home and a loving family so, nothing to really worry about but still, you were dying overthinking this whole situation.

You get into your parents house, knowing Glenn is always up early. You get in the kitchen seeing him sitting at the table, drinking a coffee as if life was totally normal.

“Hi, dad” you say, making him flinch, not expecting you to be here. “Hey, (Y/N), you scared me, what are you doing here?” he laughed as you got near him to kiss his cheek.

“I really need you to come with me on a run, i don’t feel so good…” You didn’t know who to ask for this, you hesitated a long time, thinking in your bed before going to sleep.

Maybe you could’ve asked Daryl but he had to go outside with Aaron, you didn’t want to tell Abraham or Sasha being scared of them telling your parents or something like that, anyways, you only thought of the most supporting person in your life, Glenn.

“Oh, uhm yes we can go, what do you need?” he questioned, really confused. This was not a (Y/N) way to act, he knows you all too well.

“I’ll explain later, can we go like- now?” he didn’t want to harasse you with questions because he noticed how anxious you were, playing with your ring, hesitating on your words, he didn’t want to scare you.

He nodded and put his drink in the sink before putting on his shoes and opening the door in a painful silence. You were both asking yourselves so many questions. He’s worried about you acting so strange and you’re worried about telling him.

Spencer opens the doors of Alexandria, letting you pass, allowing you to take one of the small cars. You get into the car, still not saying a word.

“So…Do you need something particular?” he said, watching the road, “I don’t really know…I just know we should go to this pharmacy we saw the other day.” you say, trying to act normal as you watch your shoes.

Luckily, the pharmacy wasn’t far away from Alexandria so you didn’t have to beat about the bush longer.

“Here we are” he opened the door, “It’s great because Denise wanted me to take some medicines, i took her list with me.” He said, smiling at you, trying to make you comfortable.

He’s so sweet with you, you see how much he wants to just know what the hell is going on but he just waits.

You smile back at him, entering the drugstore, he goes away to find the 3 things on his list, also taking care of the walker that was inside.

You go on and search for pregnancy tests, you see baby products, diapers, bottles, pacifiers…seeing this gives you immediate pain in the chest, your anxiety rising as you find 3 pregnancy tests, you take one in your hands, trying to decide if you’ll hide it to Glenn or tell him.

“Oh god-” you hear behind you, you flinch, not knowing Glenn was right behind you, shit. You turn to look at him, he tilts his head with a look full of compassion.

As soon as you look at him, you start crying, he steps forward to take you in his arms, he has to process the information really fast to be able to comfort you. He definitely wasn’t expecting that, he probably thought you were still a virgin.

“I’m so sorry, dad” you sob into his chest as he rubs your back, letting out a sigh, “It’s gonna be fine, it’s okay” you made a good decision asking him to come here with you.

You both sat on the window sill, as you wait for the test to tell if you’re pregnant or not, he needs answers now…Meantime you of course did the test.

“Does Carl knows?” he gently asks looking at you as you avoid the eye contact, ashamed of yourself. “No…I don’t know how to tell him, I’m 99% sure that it’s positive.” “We’ll see, don’t worry” he’s himself scared but he believes in you and he knows that no matter what, you’ll be fabulous.

“It’s my fault…I don’t know how i’ll tell everyone now?” you say, “We will take care of this, i promise you, it’s always stressful then when the baby’s there everyone is happy.” he laughs, wimping off your tears.

You turn the test to look at it, without a surprise, it is positive.

You look at it in disbelief, “Hey, (Y/N), does grandpa Glenn fits me?” he says, taking your hand, you turn to look at him, a tear falling from your eye, you let out a laugher, “Yes, be careful you’re gonna grow gray hair.” you laugh as he takes you in his arms again.

“I’m going to kill Carl.” he says, kissing the top of your head, “No you won’t” you laugh, “Yes, you’re right, Maggie is gonna kill Carl.”

You then got back home, truly stressed but relieved that your father knows now. You’re sort of happy and excited about being a parent, you know you’re good with kids but being a parent involves so many things. So many really stressful things.

“I’m scared of telling mom, would you tell her?” you ask your dad, you know Maggie will never hurt you but you’re scared that she’ll be disappointed in you for some reason. Glenn accepted to tell her after asking you multiple times if you were sure you didn’t want to tell her yourself.

When you got back to Alexandria, you got to your house, going upstairs, Carl had just changed his bandage in the bathroom, still adjusting to his new handicap.

“Hello, missing lady.” he says, smiling at you, walking towards you to give you a quick kiss, you said hi back, “Where were you? I woke up in a empty bed.” he asks you, putting your hair behind your ear. “I got out on a run with my dad this morning.” you responded, trying to say it with a not too shaky voice.

“Oh, is it because you feel bad for some days now?” he looks so worried, “Yes but don’t worry, I-I am fine-” he looks at you confused, waiting for explanations.

You sit on the bed, ready to tell him. He stands here, looking at you closely.

“I did two tests at the drugstore this morning. I am pregnant, Carl.” you finally let out this painful secret. He is in shock, at first he doesn’t react so much, then he walks towards you and sits on the bed, you take him in your arms, he is in pure shock.

"How-I mean-” he stuttered, with a teary eye. “We didn’t protect ourselves the first times…I’m as surprised as you.”

“I’m sorry, I, don’t really know what to do-” he is totally panicked. You know how he lost his mother, it must be hard to process this information.

“It’s okay, calm down, we’ll be fine” you wipe the tear off his cheek, trying to comfort him softly. It is a big change in your life, it will be hard of course but that’s it.

You cross his look, then he smiles, you’re surprised, he starts laughing nervously, taking your hand “(Y/N), this is insane, it always happens to us, huh?” you laugh back, still sobbing a bit, “Oh god, I don’t know what we’re going to do but i know it is going to make our lives harder but better.”

It’s now his turn to take you in his arms, you then need a long talk;

How you’re dealing with it, what you need for the baby, if this is really what you want. “Are we gonna tell the others now?” he asks, stressed. “I think we need a bit to adjust, my dad knows and he’ll tell my mom. Maybe we should tell Michonne and Rick at the same time then for the others, maybe reunite them tomorrow…” you respond, confident.

“You decide, chef.” he kisses your forehead, agreeing to your plan. He needed a little bit of time to face his fears.

You then left for your parent’s;

As soon as you crossed Maggie’s way in the house, she dropped the freshly washed shirts she had in her hands to run to you, “Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asks worriedly, she knows and apparently she already had a long talk about it with your dad.

“I’m okay, i’m sorry mom” you apologize, feeling the tears coming again. “Gosh you should’ve asked for protection (Y/N)…Don’t apologize, now that it’s done it’s done. You told Carl yet? Is it even Carl’s?”

You laughed hearing her question “Yes it is mom, who would it be? I told him today…” “I hope he reacted well because i’m gonna kill him if he didn’t.” You know that when Glenn told her she got angry at first and then he pacified her, explaining the whole situation.

That night you got to your room, finding Carl crying, he didn’t expect you to come back to the room at this moment, “Carl…Are you okay?” “I’m fine, i’m fine, don’t worry” He wimped his tears off his face and let you lay with him, in a spoon he asks you “What are we going to do when you’ll have to give birth?”

You immediately understood he cried of overthinking, bad memories came back.

“We have Denise. We don’t have to worry about this right now, let’s see how the pregnancy goes, if we get to giving birth, i’ll be okay.” He holds you tight, a hand rubbing your stomach.

“Hey, (Y/N), i really don’t want you to think i’m not happy, i love you, i just need some time to process the info, i’m here for you and i’m sure i’ll be the happiest dad.” he whispered as it was late, when you heard this, you had some kind of a relieved feeling, you were so happy to hear this.

“I love you too, Carl.”

This was definitely too many emotions in one day. You surprisingly fell asleep pretty fast. When you woke up, Carl wasn’t in the bed, you got up and dressed up. You got downstairs to see Carl, Rick, Michonne and Judith all standing there.

“Hello, everyone.” you smiled, trying to guess if he already told them. They all said hi to you, Carl kissing you before whispering to your ear “I think we should tell them…”

He held you, an arm around your waist, “Well uhm, dad, Michonne, Judith, we- we have a big announcement to make right now-” he started confident then got cold feet.

“I’m pregnant.” you said opening your arms like “surpriiise” Michonne raised her eyebrows, eyes widened in shock. She stayed silent.

Rick almost dropped Judith from his arms hearing this, getting flashbacks of him allowing y’all to share a room…

“You- you are-” he stuttered trying to keep his mind…Michonne grabbed his arm “Oh god- Carl, (Y/N), you are two dumb teenagers, we need to talk for a second-” she took Rick with her in another room, Rick giving Judith to Carl for a second.

You both looked at each other, “I think they’re just- confused, it’s fine…” he tried to stay positive, looking at Judith with a not convinced smile. “You’ll be an aunt, Judith!” he told her.

She didn’t even know what the hell was going on she just cared on playing with Carl’s hair that got in her face when he kissed her forehead.

You were silent because of the stress of his parents’ reaction when they got back in the kitchen. “First of all, we’re not mad at you, we’re just really shocked, we know you’ll take care of the child. Are Glenn and Maggie aware of this?” Michonne asks, taking the comments because Rick was still dealing with the information.

“Yes they know.” you answered, a little smile on your face. Rick got forward and took Carl in his arms, he loves his son so much, he’s actually excited about a new born but he’s of course really anxious. Knowing Carl is very young, knowing maybe tomorrow Alexandria won’t exist anymore, that something could happen to you or the child.

Michonne looked at you with teary eyes, smiling, she also took Carl in her arms, he’s also like her son, she’s also scared of what could happen.

Rick hugged you while Michonne hugged Carl. “It’s gonna be alright.” he said, holding you head, rubbing your back. You’re so thankful to have Michonne and Rick in your life.

“So, do i look like i’d make a good grandpa?” he says, smiling at you before rubbing his eyes, sighing at his own sentence.

Carl laughed, looking back at Judith, “I think she’ll be a great aunt.” he said before looking at Rick and Michonne. “Oh yes she will, she’ll never let anyone approach her nephew or niece.” Michonne said laughing as she held your hand.

These were not expected reactions but they were the best you could’ve had. Of course the same day, Rick and Michonne got to Maggie and Glenn to talk about this madness.

Your mission was to tell everyone. You managed to somehow reunite the group in the Grimes’ house, you were so nervous before entering the room Carl had to calm you down.

“It’ll be fine, they’re gonna be all happy!” he reassured you, holding your head with both of his hands.

“You realize they’re gonna look at us and imagining us having sex, right? It’s embarrassing, Carl!” “No they’re not! I mean- maybe but then they will all smile and say congratulations and every classical pregnancy shit!” he tries to comfort you…

“If Abraham makes a joke, you owe me three chocolate bar.” you say with a frown.

He laughs “Come on” he takes you to the room, everyone is sitting there, confused. Glenn giving you a big comforting smile, Maggie looked at you with a kinda proud face. Rick and Michonne too, they were excited of seeing everyone’s reaction.

“Okay so, everyone, this was not expected for any of us but, I am pregnant.” you drop the bomb, making a tense smile as Carl adds “Surpriise!” opening his arms.

Sasha literally gasped as if she was watching a movie. You never saw Daryl surprised before, he raised his eyebrows before looking at Carol, she looked back at him, also surprised, letting out a nervous laugher.

Gabriel made the biggest smile you’ve ever seen “Wonderful! God bless!” he said, Rosita looked at him raising an eyebrow, she didn’t seem so surprised. Eugene didn’t even change his usual facial expression he just randomly said “I knew before you even said it.”

“Am i the only one so fucking shocked, oh my god!” Tara said, she’s the own that imagined you having sex and got traumatized by the image. Abraham laughed LOUDLY with a dad laugh.

Aaron smiled with furrowed eyebrows looking at everyone around him.

You looked up at Carl, “I think it got pretty well?” you tell him, laughing, “It’s not that bad.” he responds, kissing your forehead.

You all started a mini family party, celebrating this weird change in your life…

“I didn’t even know you knew what sex is-” Tara told you before Glenn interrupted her “I think we all know, thank you Tara.”

You walked towards Abraham and Carl with your dad,

“Hope you’ll name the baby after me.” he said pushing Carl’s shoulder with a proud look. You knew he made a dirty joke before saying this, you whispered to Carl’s ear “You owe me three chocolate bars, handsome.”

Rosita and Eugene were talking together with Gabriel, you got to them “Congratulations, (Y/N), i wish the best for this baby!” “Thank you, Father Gabriel” it actually got to your heart that Gabriel was so proud of you.

You hugged him before Carol, Daryl and Sasha reached you. “All my courage, kid.” Daryl said smiling at you before kissing your cheek, he’s always been like an uncle to you.

Maggie came into the little talking group, “I bet the baby will have Carl’s beautiful hair.” Sasha said laughing, “I’m sure the baby is going to get out of here wearing long hair.” Carol laughed with Sasha as Maggie put her arm around your waist, lying her head on your shoulder.

This is a freaking happy moment. You love them so much.

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thank u for reading this quick made post <3

maybe i’ll write about dad carl🥳

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x you #reader insert #the walking dead #twd carl

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sanaxo-o · 1 year

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Their S/O getting anxious [Hyung line]

Warning ⚠️: it isn’t really yandere I guess. More on the fluff side. Mention of abusive household.

Sangyeon

Getting home you dropped your bag on the floor as you went in the kitchen to cook something for yourself. You just took out a packet of ramen as you didn't have any energy to cook. Your boss has been giving you a lot of work lately. Staying over at your workplace to complete it only to get more the next day has been taking a toll on your physical and mental health. You were exhausted. As you were almost done with making the ramen you felt a hand on your waist. Knowing it was Sangyeon you just smiled.

"Why don't you go and sit? I will bring the food and also make some dumplings for us. Go now. You must be exhausted."

You just nodded your head as you went to sit down. In awhile Sangyeon came back with food and set it on table.

"Is anyone troubling you at work?"

He asked as he placed some food on the table. You shook your head as you took a bite of the ramen.

"No one is troubling me. Just...there has been a lot of work lately. It's taking a toll on me that's it."

Sangyeon listened to your talk the whole time as he thought about what to do about your boss. He should know his limits.

Jacob

Massaging your neck you looked at your laptop screen with no thoughts in your mind. You still had a lot of work left to do. Your professor gave you guys last minute work few days back. You already had a lot on your plate with this added to it. Despite the due date is a day after tomorrow you wanted to complete it now only just incase. As you were in your thoughts, your room door opened as Jacob came out of the room. Glancing up you gave him a small smile as you went back to your work.

“When are you coming to sleep?"

Jacob said as he massaged your tensed shoulders.

"I don't know. There is still a lot left. Maybe I will have to stay awake to. You should go to sleep."

"How can I sleep when I know you're stressed with your work. Why don't you come and sleep now? I will have a talk with your professor tomorrow. I will convince him to reduce your work."

Sighing you switched of you laptop as you stood up. Jacob knew exactly what to do to make your life easier. And less the work, you spend more time with him. How can he miss this opportunity?

Hyunjae (Jaehyun)

You were exhausted. Your groups comeback was in a month and you just finished your solo activities a few days back. Your company has been making you work like a dog since you were one of the popular members. Getting home all you wanted to do was go and lay down on your bed. Turning on your bedroom lights you saw Hyunjae sleeping. You immediately went beside him and lay down staring at his face as your eyes got droopy. Before you could sleep you felt a hand caressing your face. Opening your eyes you saw Hyunjae staring at you, you slightly smiled as you gave a quick kiss on his lips

"Is it Hard?"

Hyunjae asked as he scooted closer to you and scooped you in his arms

"A bit...but I get it. I just wish they would let us all have some day off and let us go on a vacation. Everything is taking a toll on all of us."

You mumbled the last part as your eyes started closing and you went of to sleep. Meanwhile Hyunjae knew exactly what to do to make you feel better. A little threatening here and there and that's all he needs to do to make you feel better.

Younghoon

I sighed as I stared at myself in the mirror. Looking at all the bruises made by your father you couldn't help but shed some tears. Despite leaving that abusive household with Younghoon's help the scars were still with you which would never stop haunting you. You slid down the floor as you got your knees close to your chest and started crying. You did not even have the time to process when someone came in the room and hugged you. Slightly opening your eyes you saw Younghoon hugging you as he caressed your back while giving light kisses on your forehead.

"I will make him regret Y/N. I can't look at you living like this anymore always hiding your pain and living in fear. Have faith in me. I will be all you need."

He said that as he picked you up.

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Don’t Stop - Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

A/N: so I woke up today and my brain decided to be nice and work on this so I hope you loves like it!

Request - spideysbae asked: so every friday, eddie arrived first home, then reader and steve, and they would get the place ready to watch a movie with the party. One day eddie doesn't arrive home, making steve and reader freak the hell out and then getting a call from the hospital saying that eddie had overdosed. Once they get him home reader just goes mad and starts yelling at him like "what the hell where you thinking, Eddie?!!?! are you crazy?!?!" and eddie just gets mad too and yells at her back saying that he was just having fun with some friends and he never ment it to go this way. Steve kinda plays the peacemaker and they solve everything and go to sleep and cuddle

Warning: polyamorous!relationship (SteddiexReader); mentions and use of drugs (Eddie overdoses), use of needles, reader is afraid of needles but donates blood to Eddie; it’s a bit angsty but happy ending; I think that’s it, but please always let me know if I missed anything!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gifs aren’t mine :D

Your name: submit What is this?

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Don’t Stop

All I want is to see you smile If it takes just a little while I know you don't believe that it's true I never meant any harm to you

"Hi, Eddie" you said, entering your home after the longest possible work shift you had ever had. "I'm home love" you said, wanting nothing more than for him to run over to you and wrap you into his arms like he always did.

Every Friday afternoon, the routine was the same. Eddie got home first. Then you. And finally, Steve. Most Fridays you would have everyone over for movie nights. Sometimes it was only the three of you, since, as Steve put it, the kids were now thinking they were too cool to hang out with you. But you knew they still loved movie nights with you all. So, every Friday, as soon as you got home, Eddie would greet you with the biggest hugs he always gave you. But it didn't come.

"Eds?" you asked, confused, looking around the living room and then going over to your bedroom, thinking maybe he fell asleep, but he wasn't there either. You went over to the bathroom, thinking maybe he was in the shower, but you also found it empty. "Eddie!?"

You hadn't seen his van outside, but that car was slowly dying each day, and you remembered he left it at the workshop. Something was wrong. If he would have been held up at a Hellfire meeting, you were certain he would have called you at work to let you know. Maybe he let Steve know? You tried to calm yourself down and walked over to the phone to call Family Video when Robin picked up.

"Oh, hey, hun, how are you? We were just going over the movies for tonight-"

"Yeah, um- that's great, Robin" you cut her off, knowing she could ramble on for hours. "S-sorry to bother you at work, is Steve there?"

"Are you okay?" Robin asked, noticing the tone in your voice.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, I just... need to ask him something" you said, noticing how your hand started to shake.

"Okay, let me get him for you" she said before you heard some ruckus on the other side. You heard Robin mumbling something about you sounding strange and Steve picked up seconds later.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he instantly asked. He knew you wouldn't call him at work just to say hi.

"Is Eddie with you?" you asked, knowing there was no sense in lying at this point. Steve would definitely hear it in your voice. You were worried. Eddie was never late. And, if for some reason he would be, he always found a way to let either one of you know.

"N-no" Steve replied and you knew he was now just as anxious as you. "H-he's not home?"

"No" you said, feeling a small tear running down your cheek. You didn't want to think that you were overreacting but something in the pit of your stomach told you that something was wrong. "Did he call you to say he would be late or something-?"

"No" Steve replied. "Don't worry, okay? I'm on my way home!"

"Steve, you don't have to get out early" you told him, but deep down, you wanted him here right now.

"Don't be ridiculous, I'll be there in ten minutes" he said before the line went dead.

You hung up the phone and started calling all the Hellfire Club. Jeff said he hadn't seen him since lunch, and Kevin wasn't at school because he was sick. You then finally got a hold of Gareth, but it only made you worry even more.

"There wasn't a Hellfire meeting this week" he assured you over the phone.

"There wasn't?" you asked, feeling your heart drop. "B-but you saw him at school, right?"

"Yeah" he replied.

"Did he say where he would go after school?"

"No, sorry" he apologized. "I saw him talking to Dustin and Lucas though, maybe they know something" he suggested.

"Okay, yeah, that helps, thanks Gareth!" you said, quickly hanging up and running to your bedroom. On Eddie's nightstand, you saw the walkie-talkie he often used to get in touch with Dustin. You grabbed it, feeling an ounce of hope that he might just be with him and lost track of time or would get a ride with them or something. "Dustin! Dustin, can you hear me?"

After a couple of minutes, you got a reply. "(Y/N)?"

"Yes!" you replied on the walkie-talkie. "Yes! It's me!"

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Is Eddie with you?" you asked, desperately. You felt your heart pounding incredibly heavily as the two minutes it took Dustin to respond felt like two hours.

"Eddie? No, he told us he would see us tonight at your place before he left school" he replied, making your heart stop, just as Steve walked in the door. "Is... everything okay?" Dustin asked.

"Uh- y-yeah, everything's fine, Dustin" you said, trying your best not to let your voice break. "I'll... uh, I'll talk to you later okay?" you said, throwing the walkie-talkie on the couch and walking over to Steve and throwing yourself in his arms. "He's still not here" you said, finally letting yourself cry. "No one has seen him! I called everyone in Hellfire, nobody knows where he went after school-"

"Hey, it's okay" Steve soothed you, stroking his hands up and down your back. "M-maybe his car broke down again and-"

"His car is in the shop" you reminded him.

"Right" he sighed. "Well, maybe he stayed planning a new D&D Campaign and lost track of time-"

"Gareth said there haven't been any campaigns this week and Dustin said he told them he'd see them here tonight before he left school" you said, looking up at Steve.

"Alright, okay, let's just... let's not think of the worst right now, okay? This is Eddie, a million things could have happened. He can just be running late-?"

"But Steve, he always lets us know when he's gonna be late! He once made Dustin ride his bike all the way to my job and Lucas all the way to yours to let us know he would be late" you insisted.

"You're right" Steve sighed, knowing that he was just trying his best to make you stop worrying, but really, he was just as worried as you. This wasn't like Eddie at all.

"What if something happened to him?"

"No, no, no" Steve said, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead. "Don't think that, okay? He's probably gonna walk through that door with like, I don't know sixteen boxes of pizza or something, for movie night, okay?" he said, trying to make you smile. That does sound like something Eddie would do. "Should we... cancel movie night?" he asked, knowing you were definitely not in the mood for it, at least until Eddie showed up.

"I don't know" you said, honestly.

You didn't want to assume the worst and cancel the whole thing if Eddie was just indeed doing something like getting food. But what if he wasn't? What if something was actually wrong? You knew Steve could basically read your mind because he walked over to the couch and grabbed the walkie-talkie.

"Hey, Henderson?"

"What's up, Steve?" you heard on the other line.

"Um, dude, sorry, I think we're gonna have to cancel movie night. Before you start giving me shit about it, I have a massive headache and I really don't want you kids just running around here all night, we can do it tomorrow!" he said, making you smile, just barely.

You had no idea what you would do without Steve. Not only was he doing this because he knew you wouldn't be able to be calmed until you knew where Eddie was, but he blamed it on himself so Dustin wouldn't worry about Eddie either.

"You suck, did you know that?" you heard Dustin on the other side and Steve rolled his eyes. "But, fine, I get it. I'll let everyone know. See you tomorrow!"

"Thanks, man" Steve said before the two of you heard the phone ringing. Steve dropped the walkie-talkie and ran over to the phone before you could get to it. "Hello?" you walked over to him, feeling your heartbeat incredibly fast. "Yeah, this is he" Steve said, looking at you. And then, you knew. You knew your suspicions were right when Steve looked at you with his sad, big, brown eyes and he grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly.

Something was wrong.

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You ran as fast as you could, trying to keep up the pace with Steve, through the halls of the hospital as you finally reached the reception.

"Hi, my name is Steve Harrington!" he said, looking at the receptionist. "We're here to see Eddie Munson, can you tell me what room he's in, please-?"

"I need you to sit down and-"

"No, no, no! You don't understand!" you interrupted her. "We have to go see him, so please tell us which room he's in!"

"Ma'am, you need to calm down-!"

"NO! You need to tell me where the fuck he is if you don't want me to sue you! Not this hospital! I'm gonna sue you-!"

"Love" Steve tried to calm you down.

"And my husband here is a lawyer!" you ignored him, pulling him with you.

"Sweetheart, stop" he said, pulling you away.

"Did you say you're here to see Eddie Munson?" you heard someone at the door and you turned around to see a nurse nearby.

"Yes!" Steve said, walking over to him, holding your hand. "Yes! That's us, you called me! Can we please see him?"

"Actually he's still in surgery" he said, making the two of you freeze.

"Sur-surgery?" you asked, feeling terrified.

"You didn't say anything about surgery" Steve told him.

"Well, it looks like he went through a window or something and he has a couple of cuts" the nurse said, reading his chart. "We found alcohol in his system and-"

"And?" you asked, feeling scared but angry at the same time.

"Looks like he was taking some kind of medication that shouldn't have been mixed with alcohol" he explained. "Do either of you know what it was? We're still running some tests-"

"Adderall" Steve quickly said and you looked at him confused. "Yeah, he uh- he takes it sometime around exams" he explained. "He had a whole week of exams just these past days and he took some, so... he was probably just celebrating the end of the exams week and didn't think-"

"You know it is extremely dangerous to mix Adderall with alcohol" he said, in a serious tone.

"Yes, sir. We know. Like I said, he might have just... forgotten he took it" Steve smiled innocently.

"Alright" he said, still a bit unsure. "Anyways, he seems to have lost a lot of blood, do either of you have his blood type-?"

"I d-do" you replied feeling your entire body shake.

"Really?" he asked, sounding a little relieved.

"Yes" you nodded.

"Love-"

"Perfect! Let me get someone to help you set up so you can donate" he said, walking over to the receptionist.

You were now sitting on a chair, Steve by your side waiting to get this over with. You hated needles. Steve knew you hated needles, which is why he insisted he needed to be there with you. He grabbed your shaking hand and made you look up at him. His heart broke into a million pieces at the frightened look in your eyes, with tears already streaming down your face.

"I am so sorry" he said, kissing your forehead.

"What are you sorry for?" you asked, genuinely confused.

"I hate that you have his blood type and I don't" he said, wiping your tears with his thumb. "I know how much you hate this" he told you.

"It's for E-Eddie" you said, trying to remind yourself more than Steve. "I w-would do the same for you" you told him. "Y-you know if w-we had the same-"

"I know" he smiled, giving you a peck on the lips. "I love you so much" he said, kissing your temple again.

"I love you too" you replied.

"He's gonna be okay" he assured you.

"He overdosed Steve" you said, with your tone turning a little angry. "He said he wasn't using anymore and he-"

"I know" he stopped you. "We'll figure this out when he wakes up, okay? Right now, you're literally doing everything you can for him and it's more than enough" he said, making you take a deep breath.

"Okay" you nodded. "You're right" you said, trying to smile.

"You ready sweetheart?" another nurse came your way, sitting down next to you. Your eyes widened when you saw the needle on the tray she was carrying. "I promise you'll only feel a small pinch, alright?"

"S-Steve?" you said, feeling your heart racing and he instantly grabbed your hand.

"It's okay, love, I'm right here" he assured you.

"No, Steve, I don't think I can do this, I-"

"Hey, hey, look at me" he said, softly, cupping your face with his free hand and making you look at him. "Just focus on me okay, I promise it will be over before you know it" he insisted.

"Keep talking to her" you heard the nurse tell him.

"Squeeze my hand okay, as tight as you want" he said, still keeping his other hand on your cheek so you wouldn't look at your arm. "You are being so brave right now" he smiled at you. Steve started talking to you about anything. Making you remember silly things to make you laugh. Like your first date with him and Eddie. Or the time you and Eddie surprised him at Family Video and it ended with Eddie knocking over one of the shelves. You were so grateful he was there. You had no idea what you would do without him. Or without Eddie. But you didn't want to think about Eddie right now because you would cry even more. Before you knew it, Steve brought your hand to his lips and smiled. "It's over" he said.

"W-what?" you asked confused.

"We're done, darling" the nurse said, kindly as she removed the needle and place a band-aid on your arm. "That was it! You did great!" she said, standing up and then looking at Steve. "And so did you" she told him.

"Thank you" you said, pulling Steve closer and kissing him. "I couldn't have done this without you" you said as he kissed your head.

"I'm so proud of you" he said. "We just have to wait a few minutes to make sure you're not dizzy and then we can go see Eddie, okay?"

"Okay" you smiled, squeezing Steve's hand tighter.

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It took two more days for Eddie to be in observation, one falsified prescription to Adderall (thank you Suziepooh and Dustybun), and endless conversations with the doctors to convince them that it had been an accident so they could finally let Eddie go home. The ride home was extremely silent, on your side at least. Steve was driving, and Eddie was in the front, next to him. And you were in the back, looking out the window. Eddie kept telling you and Steve how awful the food was at the hospital and how happy he was to be back to him cooking with you but you were not paying attention.

"Did you hear what I said, princess?" he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts as Steve pulled over in front of your home. "You okay?"

You looked at Steve through the rearview mirror and he nodded encouragingly at you.

"Y-yeah" you smiled firmly as you got out of the car.

Eddie had been acting as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't just overdosed from using drugs and mixing them with alcohol and as if he couldn't have just died. He quickly made his way inside your house, followed by Steve, and then, finally you.

"Fuck, I missed home" he said, smirking at the two of you. You slammed the door behind you and glared at him.

"Okay, enough bullshit" you said, erasing Eddie's smile off.

"W-what?" he asked, a little nervous.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?" you snapped. "Are you crazy?"

"What are you talking about-?"

"We have to get a phone call from the hospital to know where the fuck you were and you were passed out because you fucking overdosed? Are you fucking kidding me!?!"

"Sweetheart-" Steve tried, but Eddie intervened as well.

"Okay, calm down-"

"How long has this been going on?"

"How long has what been going on?"

"You said you weren't doing drugs anymore!"

"I'm not doing drugs anymore!"

"Guys-"

"Oh, is that why we got a call from the hospital saying that you had just OVERDOSED?" you raised your voice.

"You're overreacting" Eddie said, rolling his eyes. "Is not a big deal-"

"Not a big deal?" you asked, a few tears escaping your eyes. "Not a big deal?"

"Yes!" Eddie said, his voice also rising a little. "I had a fucking awful week, and I just went to make a deal at Patrick's house. The fucking jocks were having a party and I got a few beers and we took some shit and-"

"And is not big deal right?" you smiled, sarcastically. "Why the fuck would it be a big deal you hanging out with people you hate, taking and mixing who the fuck knows what, and having me and Steve worry sick over not knowing where THE FUCK YOU WERE?!"

"Nobody asked you to do that! You're not my mother! Steve is not my dad! I don't have to tell you shit if I don't-"

"Well, you didn't even treat us like we're in a relationship with you, Eddie! We still worry about you! For fuck's sake!" Steve just sighed, knowing whatever he said would just be ignored and the two of you wouldn't stop until you got everything out.

"Don't be so dramatic! It's not like I do this every week! I haven't even done any of this shit for months! It was an accident, okay?"

"Oh yeah, that makes it all better!" you chuckled. "We were the ones that had to go asking everyone where you were! Steve had to leave early that day! We canceled movie night! We had to rush through the hospital and watch you almost fucking die-!"

"Alright, I was never gonna die-"

"And you know what we haven't even heard from you? Thank you, Steve! Thank you, (Y/N)! I'm sorry I fucked up and had you worried! I'm sorry you had to lie to doctors about me being on Adderall and even had to ask Dustin and Suzie to make a prescription so they didn't investigate further on the FUCKING DRUGS I WAS TAKING!" you snapped, Eddie just looked away remorseful. He knew you were right. He had fucked up. "But you're right" you said, smiling as more tears ran down your cheeks. "It's our fault for making it a big deal!" you snapped, walking over to the bathroom.

"Love-" Steve tried to stop you but you flinched away from him and slammed the door behind you.

"Can you believe her?" Eddie scoffed, looking at Steve. "She's overreacting over nothing!"

"I'm sorry, she's overreacting?" Steve asked, in a serious tone. "Eddie, I know you didn't mean to, but you still scared the shit out of us!"

"Oh, come on, Steve not you too! I don't need you telling me how much of a screw-up I am, okay?" he said, throwing himself on the couch.

"What?" Steve asked, feeling his heart aching. "Eddie, we didn't say that-"

"You don't have to" Eddie said, looking down at his hands. "I can see it in your eyes and hers too" he said, quietly. "I know I fucked up, okay?"

"Eddie, no" he said, grabbing his hands and lifting his head so he could see him. "We're just... we're really worried" he confessed. "This isn't like you" he insisted. "(Y/N) came home and you weren't here and... she panicked, love" he told him. "She called everyone in Hellfire, she called me, she called Dustin and nobody had seen you, nobody knew where you were or anything" he said as Eddie looked away but Steve gently made him keep his eye contact. "And then we found out you overdosed and you were at this party with people who you don't even like, doing things you don't even do anymore, Eds" he said, sadly. "What happened?"

"It's stupid" he muttered, looking down as a few tears escaped his eyes.

"Talk to me" Steve begged, wiping away his tears.

"It was just a stupid deal, okay?" he said. "You know Patrick McKinney, right? He's with Lucas on the basketball team" he explained and Steve nodded. "Well, he's one of the not-so-horrible ones and he just asked if I could bring something to his house because he was having a party or some shit" he explained. "So, I went and it was just supposed to be me giving him the stuff and him paying and that was it, I swear, Steve! I knew we had movie night and I didn't want to be late-"

"Alright, it's okay, love" Steve assured him, sensing how anxious he got. "What happened then?"

"Fucking jocks were there" he muttered. "They just... started saying stupid things and that I had gone soft and that I probably couldn't even hold a beer anymore and I just... I let them get to me, okay? I know I shouldn't have but I did! They started saying shit like you were always the life of the party and they didn't even know why either one of you two would be with someone like me, that at least I used to do this shit and I just... I lost it! I'm sorry! And then next thing I knew, I was drinking with them and then I just took a bunch of shit and then I panicked because it was late and I knew you were going to be home, so I tried to leave and I ran through a fucking window door, cutting myself and then I just... I couldn't get up! My heart started racing and I couldn't breathe and then everything just went dark! I was so scared, Steve!" he cried, burying his head on Steve's shoulder.

"Shh, it's okay, love" Steve said, kissing his forehead. "You're okay now" he said, tightening his arms around Eddie.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled between sobs.

"I know you are" he said, pushing his hair away from his face. "We both know" he assured him, giving him a peck on the lips. "You know we love you, right?" he said, cupping his cheek and he nodded weakly, looking away. "Eddie we both love you so much" he insisted.

"B-but-"

"No, not buts" Steve said, placing his head between his hands. "I know you didn't mean to, love. I don't give a fuck what those assholes told you. We both love you so much and we can't live without you! You're our favorite person in the world! And we're not the only ones who love you! You know that!"

"I didn't mean to scare you" he said in a small voice. "Either of you" he said, looking down. "She probably hates me right now and I don't blame her" he muttered.

"She doesn't hate you" Steve assured him. "She could never hate you" he insisted. "She even-" he stopped, sighing.

"What?" Eddie asked confused.

"You can't tell her that I told you because she didn't want you to know" he warned him.

"Know what?"

"You lost a lot of blood because of your cuts” he started. "They needed someone to-"

"N-no" Eddie said, feeling his heart stop. He knew where this was going. "Steve, please tell me she didn't-"

"She didn't even think about it, Eds" Steve said, grabbing his hands. "Trust me, I wish it could have been me, but I don't have your blood type so-"

"Fuck!" Eddie said, placing his hands on his face and brushing his hair away. "Holy shit!" he said getting up and walking over to your bedroom, Steve following him.

Eddie opened the door and found you sitting on the bed, drying your hair with a towel. You were wearing one of Steve's sweatpants and one of Eddie's shirts. You turned to look at him and his heart broke when he noticed your red eyes and puffy cheeks. He knew you had cried while you took your shower.

"What-?" you couldn't even finish as Eddie threw himself at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up so you were standing on your bed.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, princess" he said, clinging onto your hips as tightly as he could as tears ran down his face. You turned to look at Steve a little confused, but you knew Steve had told him about you donating blood. You brushed your hand through his hair, just relieved to have him back. You were just going to go out and apologize, but he beat you to it.

"It's okay" you said, hugging him closer.

"No, it's not! I was so stupid and I got hurt and I made you do something that you fucking hate and I-"

"Eddie" you said, quietly, lifting his head and kissing his forehead. "For you, I would do it all over again, love" you smiled, before giving him a peck on the lips.

Eddie looked at you with his big, brown, glossy eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you with him.

"I don't deserve you" he said, quietly. "E-either one of you" he said as Steve sat on his other side.

"Eddie, don't say that" Steve said, wrapping his arms around Eddie's waist.

"You would do the same thing for us" you tried to comfort him, grabbing his hands in yours.

"But I'm not scared of needles" he said, looking at you. "And you did that for me-"

"You do a lot of things for me" you told him.

"For us" Steve corrected. "You always make us dinner because we work late" Steve pointed out.

"And you make sure we have breakfast before we leave" you added. "You drop me off at work and sometimes you come pick me up" you smiled, kissing his cheek. "Even if Steve has to come get us because your car breaks down" you said, making him laugh a little.

"Those are only a few of the million things you do for us" Steve said, kissing his temple.

"I'm sorry I yelled" you told him.

"Don't be, I deserved it... I was an idiot" he said, kissing your cheek.

"Yeah, you were" you chuckled. "But still" you said, resting your head on his shoulder as you felt Steve's arms bringing you closer. "We're so happy you're okay" you said, kissing his cheek. "I love you."

"Me too" Steve said, kissing Eddie's head.

"Me three" he smiled, kissing each one of you. "So, you canceled movie night?" he pouted.

"Kind of rescheduled it. Everyone's coming over tonight-" Steve told him.

"What?" Eddie widened his eyes.

"They were also worried about you" you explained. "Especially Dustin, Steve was even a little jealous" you smirked.

"I was not!"

"Sure, you weren't, love" you said, kissing his cheek as he pouted and Eddie smiled, bringing the two of you closer.

The End

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A/N hope you liked it :D let me know what you think! :)

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silv3rswirls · 4 months

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I don't know, just been missing him lately <3

summary | “I thought you wanted some space, didn’t want to suffocate you.”

Warnings | light talk of mental health/depression, comfort, reassurance, fluff

Jinki had been gone all day again. He left before you finished your shower this morning, and hadn’t called.

Why? You wondered. Why were you feeling so dull? Everything about the apartment around you felt heavy. The sun had set long ago, leaving the bedroom draped in grays and shadow, the night light peeking ever slightly through sheer curtains. The city beneath was as bustling and lively as ever, while your room felt like a sad little box. The whole apartment had lately, why?

You hear the door open and the front light flicks on but make no effort to get up. You hear Jinki kick his shoes off, then carefully place them. He walks around for a bit, setting whatever he bought home down and inching closer to the bedroom. “How are you?” He exhales, feeling content in being home after a long day. Warm light surrounds him and pools against the floor. He tilts his head when you don’t answer right away, “are you alright?”

You hum and sit up. “I’m okay, I guess. How was your day?”

“A bit exhausting, to be honest.” He admits, moving to plop down beside you. He lays back on the bed, sighing again at the plush blankets and relaxing his body. You don’t look at him right away, you can feel the heaviness in the air growing now that he’s hear. This is the first time in weeks the two of you have interacted like this. He’d been distant lately, while you hadn’t been able to drag yourself out of your gloomy disposition.

“What’s wrong?” You’re the first one to break the ice.

“You’ve just been a bit cold lately.” he talks low, teetering on the edge of shutting his mouth and not saying a word more. “It just seems…are you bored with me?” You felt your stomach twist. Had you really made Jinki feel this way? How distant have you been? He was your world, had been since you met him. How cold and short had you been to change that?

“Jinki I…” You pause, trying to collect your thoughts. “I’m sorry it's been so weird lately, it feels like I haven’t been around?” He nods, looking up at you as you fiddle with your sleeves and pick imaginary fuzzies out of your hair. “I’ve just been feeling a bit down is all. I didn’t realize I was being so cold to you, why didn’t you say anyhting sooner?”

“I thought you wanted some space, didn’t want to suffocate you.”

“I wish you had” you smiled, pressing your lips together and trying to hold in the sudden bout of tears hitting you. When you think about it more, you wish Jinki had kept coming to you. Trapping you in his arms and squeezing the sadness away, in a sense. You’d been craving his touch, his soft words. You had expected it, silently demanded it, and got upset when he didn’t give it. “I should've told you sooner how I was feeling. I wanted you to be close, I just…I don’t know why I couldn’t bring myself to ask.”

“We’ve both been a bit distant and weird I guess” he manages a small laugh, reaching for your hand. “You can tell me whatever you need, whenever. I don’t mind, I just want you to be happy.”

“I know” you smile. “I’m sorry, I love you Jinki, I’m sorry I made you doubt it.”

“Are you sure?” He pulls you down with care and stares into your eyes. Brow knit together, trying to read you, trying to be serious despite feeling anxious and vulnerable. “Do you promise?” his voice trails a bit, fearful of your answer.

“We’re still here, you’re still with me right?” You turn to look down at him. His eyes are a bit watery, he’s nibbling the inside of his cheek. You shift a bit, moving to run your hand through his hair, cup his face, and trace your thumb over his cheek. “Of course, I promise.”

He nods and smiles as you lower yourself beside him. He keeps hold of your hand and reaches to brush away your hair from your face. When was the last time you had held each other? You wondered. “I love you” he sighs, leaving in to press his lips to yours. “I love you so much.” He kisses you, holding your face and drawing you closer to him. His lips are light and feathery over your own, ghosting over your skin to press against your cheek, then your neck and shoulder. Your fingers brush through his hair and he looks back up to you; in time to feel your press a soft kiss against his forehead.

His arms tangle around your body, and you grow comfortable against his chest. You’re close, he kisses you now and again. His nose tickles yours, and his eyes run over the details of your face a million times. You close your eyes in contentment, the gloomy feeling is still there, but it feels like a small weight has lifted. Jinki was here, and you were here with him. Even if it was for just the moment, both your worries had been pushed away for a moment of tender peace.

#shinee x reader #shinee imagines #shinee fluff #lee jinki x reader #jinki x reader #onew x reader #onew fluff

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talkingtomattyaboutit · 1 year

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Bad Decisions

A/N: this is my first fic so pls be nice haha. it’s been probably 5 years since i’ve written anything other than poetry so i would appreciate constructive criticism!! also, i got the ideas for this after getting high and had a dream about being with matty lol. and if you like this and have an idea for a request let me know!! i love writing and i struggle with ideas sometimes. i also am experimenting with different povs so the next one might be different.

warnings: smut (18+), cheating, drugs, spanking, choking, degradation, bit of cnc i guess?, littlest bit of exhibitionism, violence, blood

prompt: Y/N is dating George, she gets high with Matty and cheats on George. “You’re a dirty fucking girl,” and “Tell me I’m better than him.” Also inspired by the video of Matty yelling “FUCKING SAY IT!!

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I couldn't help but feel anxious in this situation. I often struggled with anxiety, but this felt different. There I was, sitting alone in the living room of my boyfriend's house. George must have been running late from his 'errands' he had to complete after school. I wasn't stupid, I knew that George always stole some money from his parents to buy coke and weed before they went on a trip. Though sweet, George had little to no self-control or responsibility.

His parents had gone out of town for the week on an anniversary vacation, leaving George by himself. They knew he was capable of surviving on his own for a week, even if that meant eating frozen pizzas every day while they were gone. I always made fun of him for his lack of 'adult skills' that most 17-year-olds have. The boy couldn't even do his own laundry, yet he insisted on moving in with Matty after graduation. I couldn't imagine that duo living together.

The anxiety returned to my chest as I heard a noise come from upstairs of the house. I quickly rose from the couch, walking slowly towards the front door. Did someone break in? I heard heavy but slow footsteps making their way closer to the staircase. I couldn't see the figure, but I heard their low mumbles.

"Who's there?" I questioned, the fear evident in my tone. I knew George's parents would be furious if their house got broken into. I held my breath in, hoping that would mask my fear.

I soon saw two tattooed feet step down the staircase. They were followed by the shadow of long legs, a bare torso, and a mop of curly hair. Matty. Of course.

"Aw, how sweet, you came here for me? I always knew you wanted me more than George." He said with a smirk. He continued his walk down the stairs, meeting me at the bottom.

"Oh fuck off," I let go of the air I was holding in, relieved that there was no threat at all. Except for a threat to my sanity.

"Did I scare you, love?" He questioned. "No, I just didn't know anyone was here. Why are you here?" George hadn't mentioned anyone arriving early, and by the looks of it, Matty had just woken up. His hair was disheveled and the bags under his eyes made me guess that it was a long night. Every night was a long night for Matty.

"George let me stay last night. Too hungover to go home, plus I don't feel like seeing my dad. Not in the mood to deal with that prick." He sauntered over to the sofa, grabbed the television remote, and plopped down. He turned the TV on and opened the Netflix app.

I didn't know when George would get back, so I made my way to the sofa and sat across from Matty. I had only known Matty for a few months, as George introduced me to him shortly after we started dating. I thought Matty was alright. He was funny, and a bit narcissistic, but a good friend to George.

Matty opened Breaking Bad on the TV and pressed play. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what I assumed was a joint, along with a lighter. "How sweet, you saved one for me." I joked, but he rolled his eyes and lit the joint.

"Do you actually want some?" He asked, holding the joint in the corner of his mouth.

"No! I’ve never even smoked before, you know that.” I scoffed at him. I may have hung out with George and Matty’s crowd, but I definitely did not fit in with them. They threw parties often, which I attended, but I never partook in any of their activities. I sat out on most things, cigarettes, joints, alcohol, and even spin the bottle. The hard drugs I never dared to touch, and George didn’t know that I knew they did any.

“Doll, it’s about time you try some. You’ve hung out with us enough. Time to drop the innocent schoolgirl act. Besides, I know what you and George get up to,” He said with a smirk on his face. My eyes widened at his admission. There’s no way George would have told Matty what we did.

“What do you mean, ‘what you get up to’? What did he say?” I questioned, turning my body to face him.

He chuckled and took another drag of his joint. “Let’s see, titty fucking, spanking, and the story of when he took your virginity. Losing it in the backseat of a car is very dirty, Y/N.”

My face was flushed pink. I turned away, fearful that Matty would comment on it. “I can’t believe he would tell you that,” I sighed.

“Darling, don’t worry about it. We’re best mates, after all. Here, let me help you get your mind off of him,” He said, scooting closer to me.

“Matty, what are you doing?” I questioned.

“Nothing, just relax. I’m going to take a hit of this and you’re going to inhale the smoke. It’ll help you feel better, trust me,” He said with a sly grin

“O-okay? I’m not going to get high am I?”

“‘Course not, love,”

Matty’s fingers brought the joint to his lips. His cheeks hollowed, sucking the smoke into his mouth. He ushered for me to come closer, so I did. Our faces were inches apart, yet not close enough for him. He grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer to him. His lips were almost connecting mine. It felt wrong, the ultimate betrayal to George, but it felt so exciting at the same time. I had never done a ‘wrong’ thing in my life, yet here I am with my lips inches away from the personification of the word wrong.

Matty’s thumb rested below my bottom lip, slowly pulling my lips apart. His lips parted, allowing the smoke to enter my mouth.

“Close your mouth. Hold the smoke in and then inhale,” He whispered. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest, but I submissively followed his orders. I felt the smoke burn my throat, causing me to cough violently.

“There it is. Such a good girl,” He whispered.

“Now what do we do?” I asked.

“You’ll start to feel high in like 20 minutes.”

I jumped up from my seat on the couch. My head was already feeling lighter, but that wasn’t going to stop me. “Matty! You told me I wouldn’t get high from that!” I exclaimed.

“How stupid are you? You seriously thought inhaling smoke from a joint wouldn’t do anything to you?” He argued

“I’m out of here. I can’t fucking believe you,” I grabbed my phone from the couch and stuck it between the band of my skirt. I almost made it into the kitchen before a hand grabbed my wrist.

“Y/N, you can’t leave. I’m not letting you wander the streets while you’re high. Get back in there and sit down,” He commanded. His face showed no signs of humor, he must have been serious.

I was losing all self-control, my mind quickly became fuzzy, and threw all responsibility out the window. “Why should I? You lied to me and called me stupid.”

“Y/N, don’t make me say it again. Sit. Down.” He glared down at me, him being easily a few inches taller. Though not as tall as George, the tone in his voice certainly made him seem like it.

I kept my mouth shut, worried I would get reprimanded again. I sighed in defeat. He led me back to the couch and let go of my wrist.

I sat down again and examined the red mark on my wrist. The sight made me shiver. I shouldn’t have liked his harsh grip on me or his harsh words, but I did. George never treated me that way, other than some light spanking when he took me from behind. George was a true gentleman, a kind soul who would do anything for his girl. George treated me like a queen. Matty was the antithesis of George.

Matty was pure darkness, a true mystery. He was unpredictable to others and himself. He was impulsive, daring, and free. Matty was the type of person they teach you to stay away from in school. He truly cared about no one other than himself. Yet, at that moment, he showed a glimpse of care when I insisted on leaving.

“I feel funny,” I whispered to him, my voice now soft and quiet. I let out a giggle on accident. My brain was no longer able to control my body and I knew Matty would enjoy it.

“Good. You’re supposed to.”

“Do you feel funny?”

“Not especially. I’m used to it. But this is your first time, tell me everything you feel.”

I leaned back into the couch, watching Matty attentively. His curly brown hair was out of control, yet perfect. His brown eyes were full of mystery, yet full of passion. His arms were visible thanks to his lack of a shirt. His veins were prominent, almost coercing me towards him. He was sinful.

“I feel like I’m doing something bad,” I said truthfully

“Love, it’s just a bit of weed. It won’t hurt you.”

“No, not that. I keep thinking about you and it feels wrong,” I admitted.

He smirked and sat up from his previous laying position on the couch. “Oh yeah? What are you thinking about?” He questioned. His tone caused my body to feel warm. Matty’s voice was like a drug. I knew I should stay away, yet I kept going back for more.

“Your hands. They’re veiny and they look nice. And your lips whenever you let the smoke into my mouth,” I was hesitant with my words. Even my high brain knew this was wrong.

Matty scooted closer to me, only inches away. His hand moved to rest on my bare knee. “My hands, huh? Well, I’ve been thinking about you too. What my hands could do to you, if you’d let me,” He coaxed.

His hand slowly traveled up my thigh. His fingers rubbed small circles into my skin. My hips involuntarily rose from the couch to meet his grip. He chuckled lightly at my actions.

“Matty, w-we can’t. I’m dating George,” I protested, unsure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

“Y/N, don’t think about George right now. I can make you feel way better than he can,” He whispered into my ear. I let out a sigh mixed with a moan. My head was spinning from the weed and the tension. His fingers felt like both ice and fire at the same time. He was slowly taking over my body. It was evident that I was losing this battle. I could feel the wetness under my skirt. If his fingers moved a few more inches he would be sure to feel it.

“Okay…just a little,” I gave in.

As soon as Matty heard those words leave my mouth, he got to work. He crashed his lips into mine and pulled me into his lap. My hips ground into his slowly. His hands were woven through my hair, gripping and pulling at the strands. I moaned at his pulling, which brought a smirk onto his face.

I leaned down for more, addicted to the taste of weed and tobacco on his lips. His hands traveled quickly from my hair to my back. He slipped his hands under my shirt and gripped my waist. I wasn’t skinny by any means, so I tried to hold myself up so I wouldn’t crush him.

“Babe, just relax. Let me take care of you,” He whispered in between kisses.

“I don’t want to crush you, I’m too heavy,” I whispered back.

“Is that what George tells you? Darling, don’t be afraid to give me your body,” He says and plants a kiss on my cheek.

He resumed his attack on my lips. I let go and laid on top of him fully. My hands were gripping the back of his neck while his moved down to my skirt. One hand gripped my waist while the other traveled under my skirt. His strong hand gripped my ass so tightly that I knew it would leave bruises.

I was becoming short of breath so I parted from our aggressive kiss. He gave my ass a sharp smack, “Did I say you could stop?”

“No, sir.”

“Good fucking girl,” He growled into my ear.

He tried to resume the kiss, but I shoved him back lightly. He looked at me both confused and irritated. I leaned up to take my shirt off, leaving me only in my black skirt and sports bra.

“Let me see all of you, baby,” He said as he lifted my bra above my head. He threw the garment across the room and returned his focus to my body.

His eyes left mine, lowering to my newly exposed breasts. One hand returned to my ass underneath my skirt, while the other gripped at my breast. I let out a loud moan at the contact. It had been a few weeks since George touched me like that.

Matty’s mouth attached to my nipple, sucking and pulling on it lightly. He groped my ass and pulled me closer to him. He repeated this, allowing me to grind into him once again. I could feel his hardness poking my inner thigh. I would gladly help him out, but he seemed to be content with worshiping my body.

His lips left my breast. “Take your skirt off,” He commanded.

I did as he said. I got up from being on top of him and pulled my skirt down my legs. The only thing covering me was my light pink underwear covered in little heart decals.

“So fucking sweet and innocent. Get on your knees for me.”

I lowered myself down onto my knees. He sat up, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. I helped him push his jeans off, leaving his black boxers on.

“Can I touch you, sir?” I asked, batting my eyelashes. I don’t know what overcame me, the weed or Matty, but I became a whole different person. My sex with George was slow and sweet. With Matty, I became a complete harlot, a sinner, a fallen angel.

“Yeah baby, touch my cock for me,” He said. He palmed his hard cock through his boxers, getting it ready for me to take it.

I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. His hard length hit his stomach, tempting me closer. He was big. Not quite as thick as George's but similar in length. I could feel my mouth watering, a mixture of cotton mouth and pure lust.

My innocent eyes looked up at him through long lashes as I gave him an experimental tug. He stared down at me with an open mouth, no sign of pleasure or discomfort. I was nervous. This was only my third time doing this to a guy. I decided to follow my instincts.

I licked from his base to his tip. He sighed, leaning his head back and looking at the ceiling. I gave his tip a few kitten licks before I fully committed. His hands flew to my hair, forming a makeshift ponytail.

I took him into my mouth, starting slow at first. I bobbed my head up and down, staring into his eyes for approval. He moaned my name almost as if he knew I was seeking approval.

“Such a good little girl taking my cock. I know you can take more,” He groaned.

I continued taking his length in my mouth before sinking down all the way, his tip reaching the back of my throat. I had his entire length in my mouth, my eyes were watering, and I was gripping his thighs tightly. He pulled me off by his grip on my hair.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, George never told me you were that good.” He smiled down at me.

Those words should’ve made me do a double-take. I should’ve stopped everything and walked out. I should have. But I didn’t.

Matty pushed my head back down onto his cock. He gripped the sides of my head and quickly thrust into my mouth. His tip was reaching the back of my throat with every thrust. The sounds coming from my mouth were unholy. My spit was running down his length and thighs. I’m sure there would be stains on this couch.

Matty pulled me off his length again. “I need to taste you, baby. It’s not fair he gets you whenever he wants.”

He lifted me up by my arms. “Jump,” He adds. I do as I’m told. He catches me, holding me up by my ass. I can feel his length resting against my ass and I let out a moan. Matty walks us over to the stairs before I interject.

“What are you doing?” I question.

“Taking you upstairs, love.”

He walks us upstairs, clearly struggling to hold my weight with his lanky arms. He kicks open the door to a room I know all too well. I’m thrown onto George’s bed. Images of my lovely boyfriend flood my head. It should be him with me right now, throwing me around and pushing me onto my knees. Matty is staring down at me like I’m his prey, not wanting to waste a second before devouring me.

“Close the door,” I add.

Matty leans down. I feel a sting on my cheek before I even hear it. Matty gripped the cheek he had just slapped. “You’re in no place to make demands.”

“Sorry, sir. What if he comes back?” I was worried about George walking in on us. I wasn’t worried much about getting caught cheating, I was more worried about not being able to finish underneath Matty.

“He’s not coming back soon. I texted him when you got here and told him to get food with Adam for the party.”

I sighed in relief. My high brain only wanted one thing; Matty. The weed made everything feel 100 times stronger, his touches, his words, even his presence. Everything went straight to my core.

Matty pushed me up further on the bed. “I wanna taste you, can I?” He asked.

I nodded, not being able to make out any words. I felt like putty in his hands. I couldn’t think or speak. All I could do was react to his touch.

He spread my legs and pulled down my pink panties. The cool air hit my core, causing me to shut my legs. “Keep them open, Y/N. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

He forged my legs open again and ran a finger down my stomach. He reached my pelvis and applied a slight amount of pressure. “You’re gonna feel me here real soon, baby. I’ll show you how a real man fucks,” He groaned.

His finger traveled slowly down to my clit. He rubbed little circles on my clit, causing my legs to jolt up and almost hit his face. He chuckled at my eagerness. His finger slipped down to gather my wetness.

“Holy fuck, you’re dripping.”

“It’s all for you, Matty.”

“It fucking better be.”

He dipped a finger into my entrance as if to test the waters. I moaned loudly, not having felt this kind of intrusion in weeks. He kept his finger still, waiting for more of a reaction. I huffed, needing more. I lowered my hips down, fucking myself slowly on his finger.

“Greedy little whore. You want me that bad? Beg for it.” He commanded. Strands of his hair were falling out of place, one stray curl was covering part of his eyebrow. He looked beautiful, gorgeous even. He and I both knew I would do anything he said.

“Please, Matty. Please, Please, Please. I’ve been so good for you. You’re so fucking hot, I want you inside of me so badly, please. Please fuck me with your fingers until I can’t walk, please baby.” I cried out.

He smiled, accepting my plea. He plunged his finger further into me, quickly thrusting in and out. He leaned down and licked a stripe up from my entrance to my clit. He began to lick in circles around my sensitive clit. I moaned, and my hand reached down to grip his dark locks.

He added another finger inside me, stretching me out enough for him. The thrusts of his fingers were quick and deliberate. His fingers were long and calloused and they hit the right spots in me. I moaned his name and pulled roughly on his hair.

He slapped my thigh, “Don’t pull my hair you fucking bitch.”

I moaned loudly, surely loud enough for the neighbors to hear. This was nothing new for them, as George and I frequently had fun over the summer. The loudness and shrillness may have been new for them, as George had never made me feel anything as pleasurable.

Matty’s fingers slipped out from inside me. I groaned at the loss of fullness. The fullness was comforting, knowing this was the closest I could possibly be to another human being. His body and mine, intertwined for a short period of time.

“Are you ready for me, baby girl?” He asked. He got on his knees, hovering over me. One hand rested on my knee, keeping my legs apart. The other hand was moving up and down on his length.

“Yes, sir, please give it to me. I want you so bad,” I said, yet it almost came out as a squeak. I was breathing hard and the weed was causing me anxiety. My fears and anxiety were silenced by Matty slowly pushing into me.

We both moaned in unison. He pinned one of my hands down, my other hand was palming my breasts. “Don’t touch yourself, that’s my job,” He grunted.

He pushed his long length into me until he finally bottomed out. He and I were both shaking from the ecstasy of sex and drugs combined. He pulled out slowly, then thrust back into me. I let out a cry, the pace being too slow.

“Faster, Matty, faster.” I cried.

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do. You want faster? I’ll give you fucking faster,” He pummeled into me harshly, forcing my head to hit the bed frame. He didn’t stop for me, he wouldn’t stop for anything. He continued his quick and deliberate thrusts. He gave my cheek a light slap and pulled on my hair.

“Ugh, I’ve wanted this so fucking badly for so long. Take it, baby.” He groaned. I knew it was probably the weed talking, but my heart still fluttered at his words.

My hand gripped the back of his neck and brought him down for a kiss. Our lips devoured each other’s, our tongues battled for dominance. My battle was short-lived, as we both knew I was just a toy for him to ruin. I was okay with that. My fantasy of finally doing something wrong was coming true. I felt like a true sinner.

“You’re a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? Look at you all fucked out on my cock. Fucking say it, say you’re a dirty fucking girl, Y/N,” he growled. His hand came down on the sides of my throat, squeezing enough to make me even more lightheaded.

I couldn’t speak. His cock pounding into me at a harsh speed was overwhelming. His hand on my throat, his other hand pinning me down, was pushing me over the edge. I let out a small squeak, trying to warn him of my closeness.

He slapped my cheek again, “Fucking say it!” He yelled, quickening his pace. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as my body let go. I had never had an orgasm while high before. It felt unearthly. My body shook, and I felt my core clenching and unclenching around him while he continued thrusting into me. I was seeing colors and I blocked out all noise, including Matty’s grunts and moans. I felt like I was on a cloud.

I was smacked out of my orgasm, literally, by Matty. “Little slut can’t speak when she’s spoken to and she comes without permission. Little girl needs to learn her lesson.” He pulled out of me quickly and flipped me over onto all fours.

I arched my back, knowing that’s what he wanted to see. He moaned and planted a firm smack onto my ass. He pushed back inside me, not waiting for me to readjust at all.

His pace did not falter. The new angle allowed him better access to my g-spot, which he hit perfectly.

“Say you’re a dirty fucking girl,” He moaned into my ear.

“I’m a dirty fucking girl! I’m such a slut for you, Matty! You feel so good,” I moaned out.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me. So tight.”

“Give it to me, Matty. Make me come again please!”

My cries were silenced by his hand over my mouth. I grunted into his hand, I wanted everyone in the neighborhood to know how good Matty’s cock felt inside of me.

“Tell me I’m better,” He groans and lifts his hand from my mouth. He places his hands on my hips, slamming my hips back against his.

“What?” I question. He couldn’t be referring to George, could he?

“George, tell me I’m better than George. Has he ever made you come like this, baby?”

His hips pause. He lifts me up and pressed my back against his chest. He holds me up by my arms, his face right next to mine.

I look him directly in the eyes. “You’re so much fucking better than him.”

He moans and pounds into me once again. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come. Where do you want me?”

“I-I’m close too. Come inside me, Matty, please. He’s never done that before,” I moan into his ear.

My brain was so fuzzy, I didn’t process the sound of the front door opening or the sound of George and Adam laughing downstairs. Matty most certainly heard them since a wide grin appeared on his face.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come. Tell me I’m better again,” He whines.

My tits were bouncing, my mouth was agape. Matty’s eyes burned into mine, not daring to break eye contact. It was a sinful scene. It was a sight straight out of a porn. I reached down to rub circles at my clit, bringing myself closer to the edge.

“You’re better, Matty! You’re better than George!” I screamed with one final rub of my finger. My climax washed over me for the second time that day. I fell back onto Matty’s chest and my hands reached up to grab the curls at the nape of his neck.

I couldn’t process the sounds around me once again, but I felt Matty’s thrusts slow until he pounded into me one last time. I could feel his warmth shoot through me. He grabbed onto my tits and bit into my neck. He stayed inside me and continued thrusting, slower this time, to ride our highs.

Everything came crashing down when I heard a loud, “WHAT THE FUCK?”

My eyes shot open. I turned my head to find George standing in the doorway, Adam a few feet behind him in the hallway. George’s face was red, his hands balled into fists. Adam walked closer to him and held him back by George’s shoulders.

Matty smirked and pushed me back onto all fours. The high combined with my two orgasms had completely overtaken me. I was floating in another realm and I couldn’t control my body. I knew what was happening, I just couldn’t move or say anything.

Matty pounded into me again, pushing his cum further into me. “Sorry, mate, just finishing up here.” He said with a sly smirk on his face.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER” George screamed, lunging toward Matty. Adam, the saint he was, tried to keep George back but George was ultimately too strong.

Matty was ripped away from me and thrown onto the floor, completely naked. “I think you mean out of her, Georgey.” He laughed.

His attitude was sickening, but god was it hot. I was unsure of his goal, either to make George mad or to keep fucking me. He obviously had no problem with fucking in front of people. I began to wonder if he was some kind of exhibitionist or if he had done this before.

George threw punches at Matty, Matty tried to block them but was unsuccessful. Adam quickly ran over, struggling to pull George off of Matty. I was laid on the bed, covered up by one of George’s blankets.

“George, please, stop!” I cried. He didn’t listen. Tears were falling from my eyes, the high making it more intense.

Somewhere, somehow during all of this, Ross ran up the stairs and helped Adam pull away an infuriated George. George managed to get one final hit in, a kick to Matty’s side. Matty was on the floor, nose covered in blood and curled up. He was clutching onto his side and his nose.

“Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” Ross asked, clearly confused about why George was beating the shit out of his best friend, but also why Matty was naked.

“Matty was fucking my girlfriend in my bed!” George shouted. I crawled up further into George’s bed as if somehow it would make me disappear.

George looked at me with venom in his eyes. He pointed at me, tears threatening to fall from his eyes, “You,”

I sobbed into his blanket. He marched towards me and ripped the blanket from my grasp. He looked down at my naked body, bruises and red marks scattered across me.

“Why the fuck would you do this to me?” He said, choking back the tears.

“I-I don’t know, George. We were high a-and,”

“Save it. Get the fuck out of my house.” George demanded.

“B-But,”

“Y/N, you both have 3 minutes to get the fuck out of my house or I will actually kill him,” George said. He wouldn’t even look at me. I looked to Adam and Ross for help, but they showed no mercy as well.

“I need my clothes. Can someone get my clothes from downstairs? A-And his,” I looked over at Matty.

Adam nodded and exited the room. George stood there with his arms crossed and his head down. Ross had his hand placed on George’s shoulder. Not much, but a sign of comfort.

Adam shortly returned with our clothes, clearly not happy about the situation. He threw the pile of clothes on the bed. The three men walked out of the room and shut the door. I could hear George’s sobs through the door.

I pulled out my bra, underwear, shirt, and skirt. I quickly slipped the garments on and gathered Matty’s clothes in my arms.

I reached down and pulled him up by his arm, helping him sit on the bed. I used the sleeve of my shirt to wipe some of the blood from his face. I helped him slip his boxers and sweatpants on, quickly realizing he didn’t have a shirt on earlier.

I looked around the room in search of a shirt that could be Matty’s. I found one on the floor by George’s desk. I grabbed the shirt and helped Matty slip it on.

“We gotta hurry up and go,” I whispered

“He’s my best friend, Y/N, I can’t lose him,” He cried and rested his head on my shoulder.

“I know, Matty, he’s my boyfriend. Or was? You wanted to get high, Matty. You started this.”

“Bullshit, Y/N, you enjoyed it just as much as I did.”

“I did, I loved it. But we can talk about this later, I can’t watch you get hurt again,” I said, standing up. I offered a hand to Matty, which he accepted.

I held onto Matty’s arm, almost for protection. I knew Matty was not capable of protecting me right now, nor would he even want to. I opened the door slowly. They weren’t standing there.

Matty and I walked down the stairs together. I was careful not to touch his side where George kicked him. “I’ll take you home and clean you up, okay?” I whispered to him.

He nodded. We were then met with the three men standing near the front door.

George walked up to me and looked directly into my eyes. “In case you didn’t figure it out, we’re over. That goes for both of you. Matty, I never want to see you again. I’m done helping you. And as for you, I can’t believe you would cheat on me. You broke my heart, Y/N.”

I hid my face in Matty’s arm. I couldn’t look at George. I couldn’t believe that I did such a thing. The high was wearing off, and I was faced with the consequences of my actions.

We walked out the door without another word. Matty and I walked a short distance away from George’s house until we found a bench by the sidewalk. We sat down. Silence.

“So…what now?” I asked, looking at Matty.

He laughed and put his arms behind his head. “Round two at my place?”

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Smitten - Chapter Five - Aonung's POV

Mild Warning: This isn't essentially accurate. It is a bit longer than usual. I apologize for the delay as I have been sick.

Smitten: Chapter Five - Gift - Aonung's POV

A week seemed to fly for Aonung, everything was actually going great for his relationship with Neteyam. While he did train in the morning, he had to finish his and Lo’ak’s chores before lunch, and he usually spared time before and after dinner for Neteyam. Aonung was trying his absolute hardest to always keep a smile on Neteyam’s face. Late in the evening, he dedicated many hours to creating a gift for his lover.

Aonung wasn’t as good at crafting as his sister was, but the important part was he did it himself. Despite the countless times the pearls fell off their string and he had to redo it, he had poked his fingers several times. Sometimes he was so frustrated he wanted to throw it, but he knew he needed to treat it with care.

Ronal, his mother, was relatively quiet since the outburst, only checking on her son occasionally with a mild disapproving look as she watched him struggle to craft, one day he assumed she got tired of watching him stuck on the same part, she stood over him, casting a glance down, “There is too much weight on the string, you need to double it to make it sturdier otherwise it will not last. Here, like this.” Ronal slipped another string through and pulled on it to show how much stronger it was now.

Aonung could only thank his mother, he was a little shocked, did this mean that she was accepting Neteyam? She must have accepted the idea.

After a week full of long evenings, Aonung had created two pieces for his lover. He looked over them carefully, he looked at them and could see Neteyam in their beauty. Yet, he had gotten second thoughts wondering if these were even good enough for his lover. There was only one person who would be completely honest with him. He placed both gifts in a small box, laying them gently and walking to his mothers room. He knew Ronal would tell him if they were ugly or not good enough for a courting gift.

“I think they are lovely, I am impressed you put such an extreme amount of effort. This..Takes a lot of dedication.. You must really love him..” Ronal spoke, trailing her hand gently over the high quality pearls and sea glass. She may not have approved of Neteyam but she respected Aonung's intentions of courting Neteyam. That was all Aonung could ask for, everything else they could work on.

- - -

Aonung hardly felt nervous, it wasn’t like him. He was usually confident and cool, when he approached Neteyam bullying him those months ago, he never would have thought his crush would have returned his feelings. Let alone, be willing to mate with him. They have known each other for years, he knew how Neteyam was. Neteyam would have probably been happy with some sappy seashell had Aonung said that it reminded him of Neteyam.

But this wasn’t some sappy seashell, this was the real deal, he had spent long nights working hard. Yet suddenly, it all seemed so small and not enough when Neteyam deserved the world.

Aonung tried not to get anxious as he approached the Sully home, he needed to be confident, seeing Jake stand to greet him took him back, he realized he was no longer a kid anymore. He was a grown man now, taller than even Jake Sully.

“Aonung, what brings you here?” Neytiri called out as she approached the two men, she welcomed him inside to take a seat. Neteyam was nowhere to be found at this very moment, it made Aonung more nervous as he stared at the two forest Na’vi’s. Suddenly, he remembered how as an ignorant child he had bullied the Sully kids, he really hoped that didn’t come to bite him.

“Ah yes, I was hoping to speak with both of you and Neteyam but it seems he is not here,” Aonung started, despite internally screaming at himself, he kept a cool composure, imagining Neteyam was right there. “Nonetheless, I wish to court Neteyam. I have been working very hard to become a man worthy of him, he means the world to me, I wish to court him but I would like your approval to do so.” Aonung gained confidence as he spoke, looking between the set of parents. Both parents seemed to be shocked, as if they had no idea he and Neteyam were even a possibility, where did they think Neteyam ran off too at night?

Jake Sully seemed to be staring him up and down, probably wondering if he would even be able to provide for his son. “I will be Olo'eyktan one day, Neteyam is my better half, I do not see a future without him by my side.” Aonung felt the need to sell himself as a worthy mate.

Neytiri was still processing everything, before she started to laugh, Aonung was thankful for that, it really eased the tension that had been forming. “This explains a lot. I was wondering why he had hesitated so much the other day, and now I recall every night he is nowhere to be found.” Neytiri spoke with a knowing-tone. From what Aonung had heard, Neytiri had mated even younger than they were at only 18. So he assumed she knew a thing or two of sneaking around.

The couple exchanged looks with each other, Jake seemed reluctant but Neytiri was clearly in charge, “Absolutely, you have our approval. As long as Neteyam is happy and he chooses you.”

Aonung was relieved, it visibly had shown on his face now that he had the approval of the Sully’s to court Neteyam. “I am relieved, thank you very much, if you’ll excuse me I really need to find Neteyam!” Aonung had bowed his head respectfully and stood from his kneeling position. It took everything for him not to run out of there, he needed to look calm and collected.

“Ronal is going to have a bitch fit,” Aonung could hear Jake say to Neytiri, “Good. She deserves it, she was so against our kids and now look, we are going to be family whether she likes it or not. I could not be more pleased.”

Aonung quickly learned that Neytiri was petty, he was sure Neteyam had gotten that trait from her.

- - -

Aonung had searched all over the reef for Neteyam, it felt like they were playing hide and seek, everywhere he would check it seemed like he just kept missing Neteyam. Neteyam hadn’t even been at dinner, Aonung was starting to get worried when Neteyam hadn’t immediately shown up to their usual spot on the beach.

“Aonung! Aonung!” Neteyam called out running towards him, he looked out of breath like he had been running for a bit, his braids damp as if he had just gotten out of the water not too long ago, Neteyam held something behind his back as he ran. He stumbled as he finally made it to Aonung, he had to take a large pause to catch his breath.

Aonung could tell Neteyam had probably been running for a while considering how out of breath he had been, it had really taken him by surprise to see Neteyam winded.

“I have been looking for you all day!” Aonung complained, reaching to pull his lover into his arms, to which Neteyam held out his arm to keep him at arm's length. “I know, I have been busy today, I can only tell you part of what I am doing- just give me a second to calm my heart rate-” Neteyam laughed, Aonung had never been more confused as to what Neteyam had been doing to be this out of breath.

“What could be more important than your future husband?” Aonung couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, Neteyam looked at him and rolled his eyes, but there was a playful smile on Neteyam’s lips. “I could give you a long list, or you could close your eyes and stop acting like a jealous baby.” Neteyam pressed a hand to his face, forcing him to close his eyes. Aonung could only huff in response pretending he was annoyed.

“I know you have been busy, and I appreciate everything you have done to make more time for me, so I have decided to create something for you to make everything easier on you.” Neteyam shifted to rest on one knee and grasped Aonung’s hand, placing something in his hand and closing his hand on the object. “Open your eyes,” Neteyam spoke softly, looking up at Aonung with bright eyes.

Aonung was completely surprised, opening his eyes to see Neteyam on his knee, it took him a moment to process what was going on. Neteyam was courting him. Aonung couldn’t help the large smile that overtook his face as he opened his hand to see an armband that Neteyam had created for him, it was braided much like Neteyam’s yet had golden sea glass embedded with it that distinctively reminded him of Neteyam’s eyes.

“Aonung, will you be my mate?” Neteyam asked with a smug grin, of course Neteyam would take courting into his own hands when he felt like Aonung was taking too long. “But what about your parents?” Aonung teased that Neteyam had no idea he had already asked for his hand. “I already asked yours.” Neteyam expressed.

Aonung was at a loss for words, while he had been running around searching for Neteyam and asking his parents, Neteyam had been doing the same thing? Neteyam had asked his mother and father if they could be together, Aonung could only imagine how the whole thing went, it was clear Aonung was processing how the conversation went, he was deep in his thoughts.

“Aonung! Will you be my mate! Do you accept?” Neteyam asked him again, Aonung snapped out of his thoughts and laughed, “Of course I accept,” Aonung knew he was going to accept regardless. They both knew. But it was surreal actually doing this. Aonung slid down to his knees, holding out his arm for Neteyam to place the band on him, “If you couldn’t tell, the gold is so you can always have me with you,” Neteyam explained.

“Really? I had no idea, I thought it was for Kiri or Lo’ak- Too tight!” Aonung had been joking, Neteyam tightened the armband painfully tight to make a point. As if Aonung could ever think of anyone but his lover. Aonung waited for the other to finish before he grabbed his face for a long kiss, he held Neteyam in place for a moment before he slowly shifted to sit down on the sand, pulling Neteyam to straddle his legs and sit on his thighs mid-kiss.

Neteyam easily allowed himself to be moved without them ever pulling away, Aonung swore that Neteyam was getting better with holding his breath. It was Aonung who had pulled away first, reluctantly albeit.

“I love you.. But don’t think you have beaten me because you have courted me first..” Aonung spoke against Neteyam’s lips, planting another heated kiss on his lips while his hand reached for his box that he had planned on giving Neteyam in the beginning.

Neteyam’s arms were around his neck, hands in his bun, Neteyam had grown more bold whenever their lips locked. Aonung could feel the heat building in their touch. Neteyam was distracted by his kiss, Aonung used this to his advantage to slip on the waist beads he had created for his lover. Neteyam hardly felt them being put on.

Neteyam pulled away from the kiss breathlessly, it was only after he relaxed his posture did he recognize the foreign object, his eyes trailed down towards his waist that was now adorned with some of the prettiest pearls he had ever seen. Neteyam trailed his hand lightly over every piece, the pearls and sea glass followed a pattern of white, yellow, white, blue and so on. Neteyam looked quite pleased with his gift, in the middle lay a sharp tooth of what Neteyam could only assume belonged to an Akula.

“You.. When did you have the time?” Neteyam’s eyes were large and full of wonder as they locked with Aonung’s light blue. Aonung felt proud receiving this reaction, it was worth the wait, “The day after your birthday, we went hunting for the materials, you deserve nothing but the finest.” Aonung had imagined what Neteyam would look like wearing this countless times, but this was much better.

While it hugged Neteyam’s waist perfectly, it also showed anyone looking that he was taken.

“And to make it?” Neteyam seemed in disbelief, Aonung was sure he was just shocked that Aonung had put so much work into it. “Every night. It was nice because we would hang out beforehand so I always felt motivated after we spent time together to complete it.” Aonung would be lying if he didn’t say he felt smug seeing how flustered Neteyam had gotten.

“I never said I was done, Neteyam.”

Neteyam was still mesmerized by the extravagant piece resting on his waist, “My love- this is enough really, it more than enough,” Neteyam was too flustered to accept anything else from Aonung.

“It would be rude of you to not accept, are my gifts not good enough for you?” Aonung practically purred teasingly in Neteyam’s ear, “N-No, it's not that, It’s just this gift is enough as a courting gift-” Neteyam hadn’t stumbled on his words since Aonung had started praising him.

“It’s not a courting gift though, it is a birthday gift, my love.”

Before Neteyam could oppose, Aonung placed a hand over his mouth and forced it shut while he slipped on a headpiece that had been modeled after Neteyam’s visor, it was much more extravagant than even the waist beads that had been created for him. The piece was clearly for decoration or to show off, the complex design of it showed Neteyam he had taken his time with it.

“Obviously, I know you are a warrior first and foremost, I do not wish for you to think I am undermining this, however I wanted to create something as beautiful as you. I know you cannot wear it for hunting or your chores, but for celebrations or when we marry.” Aonung expressed, his hand tracing over the headpiece that had framed Neteyam’s face, it was delicate just like Neteyam could be whenever they were alone.

It took Neteyam’s breath away to be adorned by pearls and jewels by his lover, he couldn’t see himself but he knew he Aonung must have loved everything he saw. Aonung treated him like he was a strong warrior yet Neteyam knew he could be fragile with him.

“You are worth the whole world, I will make sure you only ever have the best, I vow that to you.” Aonung continued.

“Aonung…” Neteyam started to speak, tears threatening to escape but he blinked them away and took a deep breath, ‘Thank you.. These gifts are lovely, I will treasure them forever. When we mate before Eywa, I will make sure to wear this.” Neteyam promised with a flushed look at the thought of them getting to that actual point.

“Soon, my heart,” Aonung caressed Neteyam’s cheeks, his touches light and gentle as they shared a moment more intimate than sex. The air surrounding them was full of love, passion and vulnerabilities.

Aonung knew he hadn’t always been the best mate, nor was he perfect, but Neteyam made him feel damn near perfect. Aonung could do anything he wanted as long as Neteyam was in his corner.

Aonung admired everything about his lover; the way his braids seemed to bounce everytime he stepped or laughed loudly; the way his thin baby tail seemed to wag excitedly and wrap around his own whenever he complimented his lover. And, he couldn’t forget about how Neteyam’s strong thighs seemed to lock Aonung in every time.

“Nung.. You are staring so hard..” Neteyam’s words snapped Aonung out of the trance he had been in, he had been staring hard at him, “I just love everything about you..” Aonung confessed.

Aonung really was in love, possibly even obsessed with his lover, so he pulled him in for another kiss. His hands gripped Neteyam’s thighs and pulled them around him as they sat on the sand. There was no care now about getting caught, the world would know by sunrise.

Neteyam’s hands traced over Aonung’s arms, squeezing the muscles firmly, as if he was trying to remember each curve. His hands rubbed at his shoulders and traveled to his chest, just exploring all the places he had been too shy to explore during the day or continuing where they seemed to always get interrupted.

Aonung used the hands traveling his body as an invitation for him to return the favor, his hands slid further up from Neteyam’s thighs towards his butt, gripping it softly admiring how it filled his hands nicely. Aonung couldn’t help but notice how Neteyam arched into the squeeze, he noted it mentally as he dragged his hands up his back in a teasing motion that left goosebumps on Neteyam’s skin. Despite their lips being interlocked he could hear a small moan escape Neteyam’s lips, it was practically engulfed in the kiss though.

“I love you..” Neteyam whispered against Aonung’s lips once they pulled away for air. It was intoxicating, they couldn’t get enough of one another, their touches were soft and sensual yet each one left them yearning for more. Aonung’s hands gently grabbed onto Neteyam’s waist as his lips moved down to plant gentle kisses from his jaw down to his neck.

The kisses to his neck left Neteyam practically melting, his arms wrapped tightly around Aonung wanting to be as close as possible. “Ao-Aonung..” Neteyam was left whispering his name, not knowing if he wanted more or just wanted to Aonung to hear how good he felt with each heated kiss pressed to his neck. Aonung couldn’t help but smirk as Neteyam’s thighs tightened around him, their hips pressed together causing only the sweetest friction between them.

Aonung bit gently into his lover’s skin, sucking on the flesh and only pulling away when there was a small hickey left over. Neteyam had tensed as his teeth sunk into him, Aonung could only imagine Neteyam was struggling to hold back the prettiest moans of pleasure.

“You are so perfect… I am so lucky..” Aonung whispered just for Neteyam, slowly moving to lay Neteyam back gently on the sand, Neteyam moved easily with him, resting his back on the sand as Aonung hovered over him. Aonung’s build practically surrounded Neteyam, his curls tickled the crook of Neteyam’s neck as he continued to pepper his neck with soft loving kisses. Neteyam’s hands dragging down his back gently scratching. Neteyam didn’t know where this was leading, but he didn’t want it to stop any time soon.

Aonung pulled away from his neck to admire his lover sprawled out underneath him, his freckles glowing underneath the moonlight, Neteyam beaming up at him with the happiest smile as he pulled him for a slow and sensual kiss. Their hips brushing against one another, sending a pleasurable thrill through their bodies as they clung to one-another. Aonung couldn’t help but release a low groan against his forest boy’s lips.

If Aonung had it his way, he would have taken Neteyam right now. But he didn’t want to ruin everything they had worked so hard for, so with great restraint he pulled away.

Neteyam made a sound of disapproval, it was almost like a whine or a quiet protest, as Aonung had started to pull away. Aonung pressed a kiss to his forehead, “We have the rest of our lives.” Aonung gently reminded his lover. It was difficult, it took great strength to pull himself from ravishing his lover on the beach, but he wanted their first time to be special.

Neteyam looked up at him with dazed golden orbs, his hand traveling down his arm and intertwining their fingers. “I know..Doesn’t change the fact that I want you now too.” Neteyam teased as he brought Aonung’s hand to his mouth and pressed soft kisses to each of his fingers.

It drove Aonung insane, Neteyam knew what he was doing, Aonung had to practically lift him off the sand.

It was time to return home.

- - - -

Aonung’s Iknimaya came shortly after that evening on the beach, once he returned from the trials with his spirit brother he would be a man.

Aonung did not know when he would return, as there was no set date, but he prepared himself mentally to be gone for quite some time.

The great thing was, the whole island knew Aonung and Neteyam had been promised to one-another, it pleased Aonung greatly to see Neteyam bustling around as usual with the beads bouncing around on his waist, he had heard people compliment his lover on it multiple times.

“I never realized how small your waist was- smaller than some women” Aonung would hear, he also heard, “Wow, Aonung is lucky, Neteyam is pretty, if he messes up I wonder if I’ll have a chance”.

They were right, Aonung was lucky.

However, every time he heard those comments or someone even admiring his future mate, he felt the need to just grab Neteyam by his pretty little waist and slam a hard kiss on his lips.

Aonung had only done that once though, it was on his last day before he left for his Iknimaya. A large group of those who were leaving to become men, had gathered together for a last hurrah. There was dancing and food, it was truly a great event.

Neteyam had been talking with many Na’vi to find out what their trials had been like, or the placement of their first tattoo, Neteyam was just trying to find as much information to know what to expect in the future for Aonung.

Aonung knew this, he had no doubt in his mind that everything Neteyam did revolved around him in one way or another, in the best way of course.

“You know it’s not uncommon for some to come back bound and mated, don’t worry Neteyam. If Aonung doesn’t make it back, or if he chooses someone else, I’ll take one for the team so you don’t have to be alone.”

It was supposed to be a joke apparently but it didn’t go down well with Aonung. Neteyam looked visibly uncomfortable by the joke too.

Aonung reacted out of pure jealousy and frustration, sliding behind Neteyam, an arm wrapped around his waist and his hand guiding Neteyam’s face up towards him to plant a firm kiss on his lips. Neteyam had easily complied to the kiss, eyes falling shut as Aonung claimed him as his own in front of the pool of potential bachelors. Aonung’s eyes didn’t shut though, they locked directly on the bearer of the bad joke.

“Don’t worry, Neteyam is good. He needs no other mate. None of you could handle him anyways.” Aonung smirked as he pulled away, it left Neteyam flustered as Aonung led him away from the celebration. “You are.. So jealous..” Neteyam spoke in a hushed tone to his lover, lightly slapping his arm but not really having any complaints.

The night ended, with a kiss goodbye, the couple not knowing an exact day of when they’d see each other again, only that they would see each other once again.

- -

It had been a good month and half before the couple was reunited.

While he had been gone, his parents and Neteyam had moved his stuff to his own place, he had a Marui of his own.

Aonung had returned; he had many stories to tell, a new gift from Eywa (his first tattoo), and a collected seashell from every day that he had been separated from his lover.

The day of his return there was loud whooping and hollering, many people were proud of him, he was the center of attention for the whole day. It was truly a gift and a curse. The gift made him feel important and accomplished, he was a man now, a warrior, someone worthy of his partner who had been considered a man far younger than him.

The curse was, he barely got to even hug his lover, Neteyam looked at him with so much want and yearning but everyone had crowded him wanting to hear his stories and how his spirit brother was doing. It was a lot, and by the end of the evening, he had been absolutely exhausted with a social meter completely drained. He was so tired he instinctively walked into his old home, only realizing that all of his stuff had been moved.

A huff of frustration as he had to walk to the furthest end of the island to get settled into this new foreign home. He looked around and couldn’t help but smile a bit, he could tell Neteyam had been there. There were subtle signs all around, from a little plate with some of the beads from his braids to the plants that had decorated the space. Only Neteyam would elect to take care of plants by the reef. Aonung was sure it was a reminder of the forest.

“You have arrived, I have missed you.” Neteyam called from outside of his new home, Aonung albeit exhausted, practically yanked Neteyam inside and to lay down with him, his arms wrapped tight around his lover. Ignoring the sting from the fresh tattoo burning on his arm.

“Neteyam.. I missed you too, today was so long, I’m sorry we didn’t get to spend much time together..” Aonung closed his eyes, the wave exhaustion rolling over but feeling warm and comfortable once again, “We have the rest of our lives.” Neteyam teased bringing up their last steamy scene.

“I’ll leave you to rest, my love..” Neteyam moved to get up but Aonung did not budge, pulling him right back down and hugging him from behind as he kept him close. “You are not leaving tonight, you and I have a lot of catching up to do.” Aonung refused to let Neteyam go.

It was nice to have their own spot, Aonung could only think that this would be their home. They had fallen asleep together, it was surreal to be able to sleep with his lover. Aonung swore when he woke up he would get to admire his beautiful face.

Except when he woke up, he had woken up to Lo’ak staring above him, glaring down on him. For a brief moment he had thought it was Neteyam, but Neteyam was in his arms. “What the fuck?” Aonung jolted, Neteyam instantly jumped up with him.

“So you think you can come back here a man, molest my brother and hold him captive here in your home. I came here to remind you that I am always watching you! You hurt my brother, I will break your neck.” Lo’ak warned.

“Enough Lo’ak, I can handle myself. But you’re pretty relentless for someone who has bonded before Eywa with Aonung’s sister.” Neteyam teased, it was clear Aonung had no idea yet.

Aonung shot out of bed and Lo’ak ran as fast as he could away from him.

It left Neteyam alone in what would soon be their new home..

#aonung x neteyam #aonunete #neteyam x aonung #aonung #avatar #like two chapters left #we love a happy ending #will probably have them mate before ewya in the final chapter #just a heads up that one will probably be rated M #lmk what you think

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