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theidiotwhowritesthings · 11 months

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TAKE CARE OF YOU [7]

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Overall Warnings: slow burn, angst/comfort, power imbalance, age gap, possessive tendencies, eventual smut, #daddyissues, independent reader learns to let go and relax, emotionally constipated Joel Miller learns to be vulnerable; (more specific warnings to be added to individual chapters if necessary)

Chapter Word Count: 2,800

Summary: You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It’s why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn’t look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn’t be so hard. Would it?

[a/n: this one is on the shorter side, but I didn't want to leave y'all with nothing (ironically I wrote this while on a plane to my conference/vacation). The Las Vegas trip will all be one large chapter (someone asked if I was gonna split that into parts, but I won't). Part 8 will just be viva las vegas the entire time, baby.]

07: BEING VULNERABLE SUCKS ASS

"i don't have an explanation as to how you pull me in, you just do. you've always had a gravity that i've never been able to overcome." -JmStorm

The cost of a mani-pedi never seemed worth it to you in the past. You saved your money for other more necessary things like bills and groceries. Sitting in the padded chair with your feet resting in the heated water of the foot bath, you realized how much you had been missing out on.

“I can’t believe that bitch showed up where you work.” Nima scoffed. She sat in the chair beside you with her feet in her own bath. You had used Joel’s money to pay for her to get a mani-pedi as well and that made you happier than the treatment itself. Over the years, Nima would pay for meals and drinks and times the two of you went out and she always did it nonchalantly and in a way that never felt like charity. It felt good to be able to buy her something for once. “How did she even find you?”

You shrugged, “No idea. Sugar baby grapevine?”

“Bitches do be talking.” Nima hummed. You chuckled and leaned back in your seat. This spa offered mimosas and you held your empty flute. Nima picked up her phone to shoot off a message before turning to look at you. “So? Viva las Vegas, baby. You excited?”

“Yeah,” You nodded once then tilted your head with a slight wince, “Well, I mean, I’m kind of nervous too. This is my first time going away with him. He’s stuck with me for a full 72 hours.” Once you started talking you found all your bottled worries spilling out. “What if he thinks I’m annoying and gets tired of me? I’m too scared to ask him if we’re staying in the same room or a different room because I don’t know what I want the answer to be. If he says no then I’ll be disappointed and worry that he is getting sick of me, but if he says yes then I’ll panic⏤ Is he not the man I thought he was and he’s expecting something from me? Or what if it is innocent and he got me a second bed, but then he hears me snore and thinks it’s gross?” You paused to catch your breath and realized Nima was just blankly staring at you with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

Nima shook her head. “Nothing.” She looked past you and raised a hand to catch the attention of an employee. “Hi! Yes, we need more alcohol please. As soon as possible.” You groaned and hung your head. Nima let out a low whistle. “Is that what your brain sounds like all the time? Jesus, babe.”

“I know I’m overthinking.” You admitted. A woman came by with a champagne bottle and you thanked her after she filled your glass⏤ turning down the juice she offered with it. You took a long sip. “I like him.” Nima’s eyes widened. “Yeah, yeah, you were right, okay? I… I like him. A lot.” A hand drifted up to hold the sunflower charm on your new necklace between your fingers. Tomorrow morning you’d be boarding a private jet with Joel and you’d be spending the weekend with a guy you were seriously crushing on. “I know it’s so stupid to start falling for a guy who is literally paying me to hang around him…”

Nima sighed, “Oh, babe.”

“This is the first time I’ve felt like this since… since Nathan.” You said. At the mention of you ex-boyfriend’s name, Nima’s eyebrows furrowed in pain. You didn’t often mention him, hardly said his name, and it was in part because just the thought of him hurt. Whether he meant to or not, Nathan made you feel like you had not been enough. Joel made you feel worthy. You hadn’t even realized that the hole Nathan left in your heart had been so deep until Joel began to fill it with care. “Maybe I shouldn’t go…”

Nima reached out and grasped your wrist. “No. You have to.”

“You told me liking him was a bad idea.”

“I know, but…” Nima shrugged. “You seem happier these days. Relaxed. I can’t tell you if this is going to end well or not, I have no idea, but… even if this is just some kind of emotional rebound, I think it’s good for you.” You gave her a small smile and Nima squeezed your wrist. “Nathan was a tool. You deserve to be happy. Even if happy comes in the form of a cowboy sugar daddy.”

You chuckled at her phrasing. Joel did make you happy. The negative, anxiety riddled part of your brain screamed that being a sugar baby was hardly the same thing as being loved. However, for the first time in your life you were choosing to ignore the logistics of the scenario and just focus on how you felt.

“I keep telling myself to just be like you.” You admitted and Nima’s eyes widened. You chuckled and shrugged. “You’re never scared, Nima, and I feel… I feel like I’m always scared. You just explore love, guns a’blazing, and I wish⏤ I wish I could do that.”

Nima turned so fast in her seat that water sloshed out of the foot bath. She frowned, “Are you kidding me?? Of course, I’m scared! Loving someone, opening up yourself to be loved, is the scariest thing anyone could ever do.” Her lips pressed together and she reached out so both her hands held tight to yours. “So, don’t stress yourself out over it. How you feel is totally normal. Being vulnerable sucks ass.”

You shot her a firm smile as a few employees came over to discuss any specific nail styles you may want. Worrying about it too much would only ruin the trip. You had already come this far⏤ may as well keep jumping in head first.

It had been ages since you’ve flown, literal years, and never had it been in a private jet. Standing on the tarmac watching part of the flight crew roll your bags to be loaded, you just stared. Eventually, a large hand settled in the middle of your back. Joel saddled up beside you and he offered you a small smile.

“You gonna board or just stare at it all day, darlin?” He chuckled. He wore one of his suits, but he had already stripped of his coat.

You nodded, “Yeah, sorry, I just can’t believe I’m about to board a private jet.” Without preamble or question, Joel’s hand slipped from your back to slide down your arm and tangle his fingers with yours. It was almost a habit now for Joel to take your hand. He led you toward the jet. “Do you always ride in style like this?”

“Not always.” Joel replied. “But I will say that ridin’ like this has spoiled me of public airlines.”

“No kidding.” You chuckled and Joel motioned for you to walk up the stairs to the jet’s door first. He followed only a step behind, hand not leaving yours. The inside of the jet was simple but luxurious. Couches rather than single seats and one side had a booth like table. “I can’t imagine going from this to Spirit airlines.”

Joel snorted behind you and stepped around you so he could lead you toward one of the couches. “If you think I’m ever gonna let you fly Spirit, sugar, you’re crazy.”

You sat down and your eyebrows lifted when Joel walked toward the back rather than sit beside you. He briefly disappeared from sight, it sounded like he was speaking to an attendant, and you took that time to gaze around the plush interior of the jet. This was your life for now. It felt like a dream.

Joel walked back and he had two champagne flutes. Your lips pulled up into a grin as he settled right beside you and offered you a flute. “For the pretty lady.”

“Why thank you.” You chuckled. The two of you lightly clinked your glasses together before sipping at it. Despite the jet having, ample space, Joel sat close enough to drape his arm over the back of the couch behind you. “How long is this flight?”

“A little over an hour or so.”

“Oh, that’s not bad.” You hummed. “Is anyone else flying with us?”

Joel shook his head. “Tess is gonna meet us there on day two, and Tommy never comes to the Vegas conference.”

“Why?” You asked then paused. “To both situations.”

Joel chuckled. “Day one is kind of pointless for us to be there. All the work and meetings my company is involved in starts day two.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Then how come we’re going for day one?”

Joel shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. “I figured it’d be fun to sight see together? If you’re interested that is.” You always loved watching him grow slightly nervous when asking you something like that because the smile he shot you after you inevitably said yes was damn near radiant. You nodded in excitement and Joel’s eyes lit up in response. “Good, and as for Tommy,” Joel gave a little shrug, “He’s got a history of gettin' involved in shit he shouldn’t. He’s got his head straight on now, mostly, but it’s just safer if keeps away from the temptation altogether.”

The pilot poked his head in to let you both know he was ready and suggest you strap in. You glanced around to see if there was a place you could set your flute down but the closest table was on Joel’s side. He set his own flute down briefly and reached out. You thought he’d take the flute, but instead Joel reached down to click your seat belt around your waist. It was such a simple motion yet you felt a warmth fill your cheeks.

“Thanks.” You mumbled. The plane taxied out to the runway and you quietly sipped at your champagne. You felt a rumbling underfoot as the plane picked up speed and when it began to rise your stomach lurched. Startled, your hand shot out to steady yourself on the closest object which just so happened to be Joel’s thigh.

Before you could even fully comprehend how awkward this could be, your hand squeezed as the plane continued to rise— your only focus on the sensation of taking off. As the plane leveled off, you were able to feel other aspects around you, such as how thick and firm Joel’s thigh felt under hand.

He cleared his throat and peeled your hand off his thigh. Embarrassment flooded your soul, but Joel kept your hand in his. He laced his fingers between yours, shifting closer so his thigh was pressed against yours, and lifted your hand to his lips to set a soft kiss at the back of your hand.

“Are you alright, sugar?” Joel asked with nothing but concern.

“Sorry.” You shook your head. “It’s been a while since…”

“Don’t apologize. I should’ve asked if you were a nervous flyer.”

“I didn’t think I was.” You chuckled and swallowed the lump in your throat as the plane hit a patch of turbulence and wavered. Joel continued to trace circles against the back of your hand with his thumb and you focused on that alone. Somehow, his presence alone was enough to soothe your frayed nerves. You leaned your head against his shoulder and Joel shifted so you’d be able to rest in a comfortable spot. You really did like this way too much.

Joel hummed, “Lemme know if you feel sick. We got a first aid kit on here somewhere with some motion sickness patches, I think.”

“I’m okay.” You replied, loathing the idea of him getting up or anything right now, “Where are we staying in Vegas?”

“The Wynn.”

“Is that where you usually stay?”

“No, actually.” Joel said. “I usually stay at Mandalay Bay, but I thought you’d like the Wynn better.”

You were glad you were resting your head on his shoulder so he couldn’t see the absolute stupid smile that crossed your features. He had changed his usual routine and picked a hotel that specifically made him think of you⏤ one he thought you’d enjoy best. Maybe the bar was just on the floor from your last boyfriend, but it was no wonder you were falling for Joel Miller when he did such sweet, considerate things.

“Why?” You asked.

“It’s real pretty. You’ll see.”

The two of you continued to chat idly and you listened to Joel tell stories about past conferences and the things he was looking forward to and wasn’t. Your stomach had mostly settled now that the plane was smoothly soaring at its cruising altitude. So, you figured now was as good a time as any to use the restroom. You excused yourself and cautiously walked to the lavatory. As you finished up and washed your hands, your eyes glanced up in the mirror at yourself. You may as well have been glowing. For the millionth time, you thanked your lucky stars that Joel had somehow found you.

At the thought, you paused. This entire time you wondered how Rosalind randomly found you at work, but what were the chances that Joel Miller would randomly walk into a failing bakery and see you behind the counter? You shut off the water, dried your hands, and walked back out. Joel was using the plane phone when he spotted you.

“Yeah, we’ll see you when you get here.” Joel stared at you as he spoke, his gaze soft. “Just call me if you need anythin’. Mhmm. Right. Bye, Tess.” He hung up and set the phone aside. “All good, sugar?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Course.” Joel nodded and you settled back in your seat beside him.

You didn’t lay your head on his shoulder and turned just enough so you could face him while the two of you spoke, “How did you find me?” Joel raised an eyebrow in confusion. “At the bakery. Were you just passing by and saw me through the window? Or were you coming in for baked goods randomly?”

Joel suddenly looked sheepish. He cleared his throat, “It’s… Alright, this might not sound too good or flatterin’ toward myself.” You furrowed your own brows in confusion this time. “That week I was at a work site a few blocks down from the bakery. I had stepped off site to take a call and… and I saw you.” Joel rubbed the back of his neck, but he didn’t break his gaze. “I recognized you from the coffee shop, figured you were going to work, and I… I followed you.” Joel closed his eyes and shook his head at the admission. “Jesus Christ, you must think I’m the biggest creep. I swear I didn’t mean to. It was like… I was movin’ before I even knew it. I nearly followed you right into the bakery, but I stopped and came to my senses.” He reopened his eyes and there was regret and shame in his brown eyes⏤ two emotions you didn’t like seeing there. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. I know it was stupid and I tried to stay away, but I… I couldn’t get you out of my head. I broke down a few days later and came in. Told myself I was just gonna pay you back for the coffee and be done with it, but once I got to talkin’ to you…”

“It’s okay, Joel.” You said softly.

“No, it really isn’t.” He shook his head. There was a firmness in his words that echoed the shame he felt. “I should’ve told you much sooner than this and definitely not on a plane 40,000 feet in the air where you can’t even run from me.”

“I’m not gonna run.” You chuckled. Maybe you should be more concerned than you were, but Joel had been nothing but respectful the entire time you had known him. Besides, the only thing you could grasp from his words was the fact that it seemed Joel felt drawn to you the same way you felt toward him. It could just be naive optimism or a delusion, but you began to wonder if it were possible that Joel liked you as much as you liked him⏤ as more than just the sugar daddy and sugar baby ties between the two of you.

You turned in your seat to lay on his shoulder once more. Joel seemed mildly startled by the motion, but he was quick to wrap his arm around your shoulders to hold you in place. You reached up to play with his hand. “Thank you for telling me the truth.”

Joel chuckled, “I’m never gonna lie to you, sugar.”

The pilot came over the intercom to announce he’d be starting the landing process soon and you wondered if Vegas was going to be the start of a new chapter of your relationship with Joel.

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twopeoplecanchange · 5 months

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CALGARY AT MIDNIGHT

quinn hughes x reader

summary: quinn needs a place to stay while going to a wedding in calgary. he gets a hook up from matthew tkachuk, who sets him up in the guest room of your apartment. finally, you won't be spending new years alone.

author's note: this is for @puckmaidens! happy holidays lydia!! i hope you enjoy :)

warnings: nothing just that my jet lagged brain wrote this, so there might be some errors!

wc: 2k

The text comes in on Thursday at 9am while you’re at work. Your phone buzzes on your desk repeatedly until you decide to pick it up.

MATTHEW T.

Hey, you still have extra space in that apartment of yours?

Your brow furrows, wondering why he would be asking this, seeing as he could easily book a nice hotel instead of staying in your dingy apartment.

YOU

Yea, why though?

His text comes in quickly, and it’s not what you expected.

MATTHEW T.

Quinn Hughes needs a place to stay for a weekend or so. Told him I could hook him up.

Of course he would do this. Matt knew of your not-so subtle crush on his childhood friend, and had asked you multiple times if he could set you guys up. You always said no. The first time, you were still with your university boyfriend, the second you just felt that it would be too awkward. Quinn, of course, would know of your crush and you would have no idea if he was even interested in you.

YOU

You’re joking.

Matthew Tkachuk.

MATTHEW T.

I’m not joking. Get your guest bedroom ready and pick him up from the airport tomorrow.

YOUI hate you.

MATTHEW T.

Love you too 🥰

You sigh, putting your phone down before your supervisor can see. As you move through the workday, which of course just has to be as slow as ever, you can’t stop thinking about how awkward tomorrow might be; having to pick him up from the airport and housing him for three days. Would he avoid you like the plague or make an effort? You could only hope it was the latter.

On Friday morning you take the day off from work and spend the time dusting off every surface in your guest room. You change the sheets and add blankets, seeing that the heater is janky and decides to just not work on some days. You restock your fridge with food you can only hope he’ll want to eat. Then, once it’s the afternoon, you take off for the airport.

You arrive at his gate around 2, no sign, hoping your presence will be enough.

As you stand on your tippy-toes, looking for a sign of the eldest Hughes brother, two texts come in.

MATTHEW T.

Gave Quinn your phone number btw.

UNKNOWN NUMBERHey, this is Quinn. Where are you?

You elect to ignore Matt’s text and instead text Quinn.

YOU

By the coffee shop towards the exit.

You pocket your phone, eyes scanning the crowd when you see Quinn approaching you. He’s even more handsome in person, the tv screen and Matt’s shitty photos not doing him justice. It must be the captaincy. A slight beard grows on his face, his dark hair shaggy but somehow presentable. His eyes are visibly tired, and he looks nervous as he approaches you.

“Y/N?” He asks, his voice quiet and just a tad bit raspy.

“Hey, Quinn. It’s uh, nice to meet you. I mean- I’ve heard stories from Matt but I’m sure they don’t do you justice.” You smile, and Quinn nods, a faint smile on his face.

“Yeah, knowing him they’d probably put me in a worse light.” Quinn jokes as you start to head down to the car park.

“I don’t think that’s possible. You have a pretty good rep.” He nods, cheeks a little bit rosy and his small smile just a tad bit bigger.

The car ride is not as awkward as you expected, you and Quinn fall into easy banter, talking about your memories with Matt, exchanging anecdote after anecdote until you arrive at your apartment. You park and take the elevator up, both of you are silent as you watch the number tick up to the fourth floor.

You quickly both get into your apartment seeing as the hallway is freezing because of the lack of heat. Quinn takes off his shoes and puts them next to yours before settling his bags near the door.

“What would you want to do for dinner?” You ask as you look at your fridge. None of the food looks quite appetizing. Quinn looks into your fridge, his cologne overtaking your senses in the best way. It’s a nice scent, not quite as overpowering as you’d imagine. “Takeout?” You suggest.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Takeout goes surprisingly smoothly. A Christmas movie plays on the screen despite the holiday having already passed, and the two of you eat in a comfortable silence. When you’re done eating, you ask Quinn questions.

When’s the wedding? Tomorrow

Who’s it for? Childhood friend from Toronto who moved to Calgary. ‘Nothing interesting’.

Are you excited? Quinn pauses for a bit, slowly chewing as he comes up with an answer. “I don’t know. I think they expect me to bring a date because they gave me a plus one, but I couldn’t think of someone to bring.” He gets out, the words feeling stuck in his throat.

You can’t tell if this is some kind of joke, if he knows about your crush and is trying to get you interested, just to leave you in the dust.

“Right.” You nod. You tried to think of something better to say, but what he said was not what you had expected. At all.

“I mean…if you wouldn’t mind being my plus one, that would be great. Better that than being alone.” Yeah, better that than being alone. Alone, thinking of all the girls fawning over you because they most likely know who you are.

Instead of saying something revealing, you just agree. A simple sure does the trick, and he’s thanking you. When you’re settling into bed later, you can’t help but wonder why. Is he interested in you, taking his chance? Or does he simply just not want to deal with the wedding alone? You pass out before you can even realize you don’t have a dress to wear for tomorrow.

You wake up in a panic, hurriedly making breakfast after realizing you do in fact, not have a good dress to wear to the wedding. Nothing formal, everything is either white or too extravagant. Quinn watches confused as you rush around the kitchen, and lets a small teasing comment slip, “You know we don’t have to be at the wedding till like, five, right?” He jokes and you freeze, stopping your every move.

“I don’t have a dress, and I don’t know the color scheme or the theme, and I don’t want to stand out and wear white.” You ramble without taking a single breath.

Quinn hesitates, “It’s okay, we can just go get you a dress right?” His voice is calming, and you smile slightly, turning around. “After breakfast we have to get me a dress.” Quinn nods before heading farther into the kitchen to help you out.

You end up going to a little boutique a few minutes from your house. The dresses are mainly formal, with a few outlier party dresses. Quinn follows you as you scan the racks, picking out three dresses before heading to the changing rooms.

Quinn waits on one of the chairs outside of the dressing rooms, looking at his phone occasionally. Then you step out in the first dress. Quinn blinks, droopy eyes suddenly much more awake. It’s a pretty dress, you say, but it doesn’t feel right. Quinn just can’t get rid of the thought of how beautiful you are.

“You look great,” He blabs, and you let out a startled laugh, hand covering your mouth. “Right, thanks.” You smile weakly before heading back into the dressing room.

The next dress, a startling red, looks great on you, Quinn thinks. But you huff and sigh, saying you hope the next dress is better. Quinn says it looks great, and you laugh it off.

The last dress is a calm purple. Quinn’s eyes widen. You look great. You play with your hair a bit, looking at yourself in the mirror down the hallway.

“It’s…” You start, looking for the right word.

“Beautiful.” Quinn finishes for you, making your skin burn.

“Yeah,” You nod feebly, hurrying into the dressing room to change back into your clothes.

When you get home, you start getting ready for the wedding in a rush. Putting on the dress, doing your makeup and hair. When you finally leave your room, Quinn is leaning against the back of the couch, idly scrolling through his phone. He looks up at the sound of your door closing and freezes.

Matt had shown him multiple pictures of you, stories, and begged him to let him introduce the two of you. The photos didn’t quite capture your beauty. The stories were bland, they didn’t recall your humor and your joy. He always disagreed, not quite sure. But knowing you now, if Matt suggested setting you guys up, he’d say yes in a heart beat. He’s just not quite sure what your answer would be.

"Ready to go?" You ask, breaking Quinn from his trance. He nods blankly, extending his arm to you. Your skin warms just the slightest, and you wrap your arm around his, pulling him close. His cologne infiltrating your senses, and you blink, steadying yourself.

You drive yourself and Quinn to the venue, and take seats toward the back. A few people come his way, greeting him and asking him about the season, or congratulating him on the teams success. If one of them were to notice you, they'd ask and Quinn would say you were a friend. The couple, the past friend, fan, or the acquaintance would nod, but have a knowing look in their eyes, like they knew all. They didn't, of course, seeing as you were both attending this as friends. If you were even friends. Friend of a friend?

You shook the thought as you watched the couple do their first dance to a cute song you'd never heard the name of. When the song came to an end, every clapped, including you. You didn't notice, too busy watching the newly married couple fondly, but Quinn was watching you, a slight smile on his face.

Once dinner was served, you learned the true meaning of the couple's, wedding. They wanted the party to go to midnight since it was New Year's Eve. They'd have the count down on the screen, and the couple would share a kiss in the center of the room. Any couple would be welcomed to share a kiss as well. It was cute, you thought. If you had someone to kiss you would. It would be a fond memory to share.

The people at the table you were seated at weren't quite close to Quinn, but you made conversation enough for the both of you. As people at the table drifted off to dance, you found yourself in conversation with Quinn. Talking about everything from his brothers, your family, to hockey.

Then, the DJ announced a couple's dance, and the last two people at the table, a couple, got up. They shared a glance before gesturing for you two to join them. You hadn't noticed, but it was nearing midnight, with just around two songs until midnight. Quinn shared a glance with you, and then you stood up, holding out your hand towards him.

Quinn looked worried, but he gently takes your hand and lets you pull him to the dance floor. You have a bright but nervous smile on your face as you settle your hands on Quinn's shoulders, his hesitantly on your waist. You sway side to side as some sappy love song plays. Your eyes get lost in his, but then the music changes to something more jumping, and your eyes get lost. Lights bounce across the room as a time is displayed on the wall. The countdown.

You start jumping along to the music, Quinn as well with a fond smile on his face. Your smile is bright as you shout the words to the club song that Quinn doesn't know the name of. But then the shouting becomes different The countdown. Quinn blinks, starting to yell the numbers as well. Then it gets to eight, and you're turning toward Quinn, eyes locking with his again. Your hands place on his shoulders again, and his hands go to your hips much more confidently. You're both mouthing the numbers until you get to five, and everything changes. The air is different. Tense, you think. Then it hits one, and everyone's cheering. Hey, maybe you're a little bit off on the time, but you kiss him and he kisses you back, and that's all that matters.

#quinn hughes x reader #hockey girlies fic exchange

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howaboutcastiel · 2 years

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Set the Record Straight (Steven Grant x Reader)

RATED 18+ minors get out

Summary: In the heat of an argument you imply that Steven is a pushover. He doesn’t take kindly to this, and he defies all your expectations in proving you wrong.

Word count: 4.7k

Content: smut, lots of sass, dirty talk from your fave Steven Grant, softdom!Steven, punishment kinda but it’s pretty vanilla (reader is fem bodied but I always try to keep language gender neutral where possible)

A/N: this is MY reward for reaching 200 followers. Poorly written, filthy smut. Enjoy losers.

Very not proof read. Also I’m asexual so you better eat this shit up.

It was the second time this month that you’d had to cancel date night with Steven. Donna had put him on inventory again, supposedly as a consequence for poor sales and for trying to info-dump on his customers. He had promised you that he would reschedule, but you were tired of your plans being upended. In your mind, Steven was letting Donna walk all over him and you were tired of being the one to face the brunt of the consequences.

“I don’t care that you’re going to take care of rescheduling!” You snapped at Steven as he waited for his morning tea to brew. “We shouldn’t have to be rescheduling in the first place!”

“Love, I’m sorry!” He pleaded with you, still barely awake, “You know how Donna can be. She’s impossible!”

“She’s not impossible, Steven. It’s just that you won’t stand up to her. You’re not even breaking any bloody museum rules. You need to call her on her bullshit punishments.”

“What, and risk losing my job? I’m a gift-shopist, not the bloody Queen of Sheba.” He took an aggressive bite of his breakfast wrap, throwing his work bag over his shoulder.

“You’ve got to stop being scared of her. She’s not going to fire you, as much work as she already puts on you now. Just stop letting her take advantage of you. Be a man, honey.”

Steven’s expression changed instantly at your last add-on. Be a man. What a low blow. You felt guilty as soon as you said it, but you were too upset about your canceled date to admit that. He raised his eyebrows, resigning the conversation as he poured his tea into his thermos. He didn’t look at you again as he made his way out of the apartment door.

“I’ll make the reservation for tomorrow, love. Have a nice day at work.” Now you really felt guilty. You didn’t respond to him, instead watching in silence as he closed the door behind him. You focused on making your own breakfast, running late on your morning routine due to your argument.

By the time you walked back through your apartment door at nightfall, you’d nearly forgotten about your fight with Steven. Sure, you remembered that he was on inventory tonight and that your date was pushed back to tomorrow, but you’d conveniently forgotten the part where you’d basically called your boyfriend a pushover.

So you were fairly unbothered as you made yourself a frozen TV dinner, curling up to watch sitcoms on the couch as you waited for Steven’s late arrival. You even texted him to ask if he needed you to make something for dinner, but you figured he was too busy scanning merchandise to respond. You were also unbothered by his normal, cheery demeanor as he finally arrived home an hour later than you. Perhaps he’d forgotten your argument, too.

No harm done then. Or so you thought.

“Evening, darling!” Steven cooed as he walked through the apartment door, a box of Chinese food in hand. At least he’d gotten himself dinner after all. You were focused on the sitcom on screen, not even turning to look at him as you patted the couch cushion beside you, motioning him over.

“How was work, Love?” You inquired, reflexively wrapping your arm around his shoulder as he settled next to you. “Besides being on inventory, I mean.”

“It was good.” He pulled at your blanket so that you were both under it. The screen turned to commercial, and you finally focused your attention on him fully. “Pretty uneventful, really. Except I found more gum in the pyramid again.”

As you turned to him, you noticed immediately that he was holding himself differently. It was a subtle change, not even out of the ordinary for Steven, but his demeanor didn’t exactly match his words as he recalled his day. His eyes were heavy, pupils blown as if he’d been drinking. But there was no hint of alcohol on his breath—his cheeks weren’t flushed and his speech wasn’t sloppy. Something was different though. He looked a bit… frenzied. He almost looked angry.

“Someone really needs to put up a glass or something.” You didn’t mention to him that you noticed his odd mood. It was obvious that he was trying to conceal his feelings. After all, the change was so subtle that you didn’t know what to make of it anyway. You could almost have been imagining it.

“Yeah, suppose they could find that somewhere in the museum budget, couldn’t they?” He took a large bite of his dinner, letting the conversation drop. Neither of you were particularly interested in it, anyway. Steven’s mind was certainly somewhere else, though you had no idea where.

There was silence between you as he finished his dinner. Not an awkward quiet, filled at least by the mindless sitcom showing on the telly. Steven said nothing as he scraped at the bottom of his box, tossing it in one swift motion to the bin beside his desk. He took you in his embrace, cuddling you as he did every other night after work. He held you ever so slightly tighter, though, and your suspicion about his mood lingered in your mind.

Steven let out a dramatic sigh as the end credits finally rolled across the screen. It was a part of your nightly routine. Steven would make a pretend drama of getting up off the couch, attempting to amuse you after a long day at work. He would go brush his teeth while you changed into your pajamas, then the two of you would switch places. Half of the nights would end with the two of you cuddling until you fell asleep. The other half included some cheekier activities. Judging by the way Steven’s eyes lingered on you as he made his way to the bathroom sink, tonight would be falling into that latter half.

There was nothing particularly racy about the intimacy that you shared with Steven. You were both gentle and patient and fairly easily satisfied. You never felt the need to do much experimenting in the bedroom. Steven in particular was very respectful of your boundaries. He tended to let you lead him where you wanted.

That being said, he surely knew how to rile you up. Tonight was no exception to that fact. Considering Steven’s already pent-up state as he exited the bathroom—coupled with his notice of your especially revealing pajamas—you had no doubt he was going to do everything in his power to get you worked up.

You didn’t even know how right you were. You had no idea what was going on in that brain of his. If only you’d remembered your argument from this morning, you might have had an inkling of what was going to be happening next.

After brushing your teeth, you emerged from the bathroom to find Steven in his T-shirt and boxers. At this point it was evident that he was more excited than usual, his eyes followed you everywhere as you made your way around the room. From the moment your knees touched the bed, Steven’s hands were on your body, his lips colliding with yours more feverishly than you were used to. He made quick work of moving his mouth down along your jaw and neck, eliciting soft gasps from you.

“What’s gotten into to you, honey?” You asked through uneven breaths. He looked up at you with a drunken gaze, an almost devious grin on his lips. “You’re very intense right now. That’s not like you.”

He was deceptively calm and sweet as he coaxed you down into the deep softness of the mattress. Steven planted small kisses along your neck, sprinkling you with pet names and peppering red and purple spots all across your throat. He was almost more generous than he normally was, massaging your chest and arms with the tips of his fingers.

You melted into his kiss, relaxing your muscles into the smooth surface of the bed. You stroked his biceps with your palms, feeling his skin tense across them as he grew more energetic, more wired. It was intoxicating, feeling him and seeing him like this. You didn’t know what was going to happen now. Steven had never had this… attitude with you before. He was usually assertive and decisive, but he held you with an unfamiliar strength. Almost an aggression.

Suddenly, he paused. His eyes were cold, yet genuine as they locked with your own.

“No, it’s not like me, is it?” Suddenly his hands were on yours, holding you firm against the mattress. You felt an unfamiliar tinge of excitement, but you were confused. His voice was teasing. “No, not like pitiful little Steven. He’s not intense about anything, now is he? I’m just trying something new, darling. Isn’t that what you said you wanted? You told me to—what was it—be a man?”

Heat pooled at the tips of your ears and cheeks. Your mind rushed back to the argument this morning. Of course that’s what this was about. What was Steven trying to do, prove his manliness to you? No. He was more than comfortable in his masculinity. So this must be something else. He was proving a point. Being a man. In the cheekiest, pettiest, sexiest way that he could. He would show you what a man he was.

“I didn’t mean it like that—” You instinctively tried at damage control. Steven shushed you, a condescending tone in his voice. He peered at you with fake innocence, hands still pressing you into the bed.

“I’m not trying to pick a fight, darling. I’m just trying to give you what you want. You want me to stand up for myself, don’t you, love? Don’t you want me to take control of my life?”

The devilish expression on his face sent fire down between your legs. He intended to take control and that was exciting enough. But it was more than that. He intended to punish you for your statement this morning. For your implication that he wasn’t man enough for you. He couldn’t let a jab like that slide. Not when you both knew that it wasn’t true.

“I do.” You managed to reply in an exasperated breath. That was all it took for Steven to press his lips into yours, kissing you with fervor as you struggled underneath his grip. You were apprehensive about what he was going to do, even borderline scared. But you were also very turned on by his new demeanor, and you trusted him to not take things too far.

He continued his innocent act as he moved his mouth down to the collar of your shirt. Steven massaged circled into your skin, gasping at the way you tried to grind up into him. His mouth was deceptively sweet. At first.

“I want to make you feel so good.” He murmured the words between kisses to your neck. “Make you satisfied so you’ll have no doubt who you belong to. You’re not even going to be able to walk tomorrow, darling. I’m going to show you I’m not the pushover you think I am.”

“I don’t think you’re a pushover.” You were almost delirious at this point. You stared down at him with what could only be described as hunger, taking in his ravishing appearance on top of you. His eyes were tightly closed as he sucked a purple mark on the top of your collarbone. You wanted to snake your fingers through his hair, to tug at the curls as you guided his head where you wanted it. But you knew he wasn’t going to let you do that. Not tonight.

He lifted himself slightly at your denial of his words. Opening his eyes, he raised his chin so that he was staring down at you, patronizing.

“Oh, it’s okay, love. You don’t need to save face for my sake. It’s my fault that you think so little of me. I haven’t done enough to prove you wrong. To fulfill your need for a big, strong man. I’m gonna change that right now.”

God, he was going to drive you insane. And he knew it.

It was surprising how gently he could use his authority. He grabbed a fistful of your shirt, guiding you up into a sitting position without ever having to tug on the fabric. He lifted your hands above your head and there was no point in fighting his grasp—even though he never guided them with more than a nudge. He raised your shirt with equal care, tugging it gently but confidently over your head until it no longer touched your skin.

“Steven—” You barely got a breath out before he was kissing you again, one hand on your bare chest and the other behind your neck, holding you close. It was only serving as a warning; there was no force behind his grip. But there was no mistaking your situation, you weren’t going anywhere he didn’t want you to.

You tugged at his shirt, feeling exposed as he was still underneath a layer of clothing. He gave no reaction to your thrashing at the cotton, continuing to kiss you as if your movements were insignificant. Steven’s fingers danced gingerly over the skin of your breasts, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Unsatisfied with his lack of response to you, you decided to put your hands somewhere he couldn’t ignore.

Steven caught your wrist in the tight grasp of his hand before you had even made contact with the fabric of his boxers. He let out a quiet tsk against your lips, his grip aggressive against your soft skin.

“Oh? Impatient are we darling?” He leaned back, separating you from his touch apart from his control of your hand. “Don’t worry. I’m going to make sure you get what you need. Lie back, baby.”

You hesitated at his words. He didn’t move to undress himself, he just stared at you with an impatient pride. He seemed disappointed that you didn’t follow his request.

“I said lie down.” His tone was sweet and his voice was barely audible, but his words were most certainly an order. And you were not about to disobey. You quickly positioned yourself on your back, not breaking eye contact with him. Once your shoulders made contact with the sheets, Steven surveyed your body with a marvelous thirst.

You had to resist the urge to push at his arms as he slid your pajamas slowly down your legs. He had bought you the matching set a short while ago, admitting it to be a selfish gift. Steven surely appreciated the clothes, but he was much more satisfied as their removal revealed what he considered to be the world’s greatest work of art underneath. The articles had barely made contact with the floor when he was already planting kisses on your thighs. He wrapped his strong arms around your hips, preventing you from bucking into him. Steven gracefully lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder, effectively restraining you in his muscular grasp.

Steven had a lot of practice with this. He was always insistent on making you feel good and sometimes that required a bit of work on his part. He’d become pretty experienced in eating you out. It was one of his favorite things to do. But you thought that this was supposed to be a punishment. There must be some kind of catch.

“Look at you, already so excited for me.” You jerked underneath him as he pressed his thumb into your clit, but his strong hold ensured that you didn’t move far. He let out a soft chuckle at your desperation. You whimpered as he slowly pushed his middle finger into you, fumbling fruitlessly under his grip. He was moving at an excruciating pace; you all but screamed as he curled the digit upward inside of you.

“Now, darling, just let me know if you need anything.” The cheekiness had returned to his voice. He said nothing else as he added a second finger, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. Without warning, his mouth joined in on the work of his hand. His tongue was capable of unspeakable things. You felt a steady wave of pleasure rising in the pit of your stomach, clouding your thoughts and focusing your senses on only one thing.

“Steven—baby, please—” You brain failed to form coherent sounds, the words more reminiscent of whimpers and moans. You weren’t normally one for swearing, but the only words filling your brain were expletives and pet names for your Steven. He seemed more than satisfied at your utter undoing.

“What’s that, Love?” He moved his mouth away only an inch to mutter the words against your glistening skin. “You’re going to have to speak more clearly.”

He was certainly enjoying himself. You felt your orgasm building at record speed and there was no way you would be able to hold yourself back any longer. You racked your brain desperately for a way to warn him, still struggling to make your mouth work in sync with your thoughts.

“Don’t stop.” Was all you managed to produce between your string of whines and swears directed toward him. He obliged your request, steadying his pace and persisting in working his fingers alongside his wonderful mouth. Pleasure ripped through you as you reached your tipping point, practically screaming Steven’s praises. He moaned against you at the sounds of your enjoyment.

It was then that you realized the catch. Steven’s pace persisted as you rode out your orgasm, not stopping to let you rest or breathe. It was too much for you, the stimulation between your legs. You felt as though an electric current was running through you, taking your breath.

“Baby, no.” You tried weakly to push him off of you, but you knew that your strength was no match for his. Your legs burned against his skin as he continued pumping his fingers, his mouth working with remarkable agility. “That’s enough.”

“Nonsense.” He pulled away for barely a moment. You couldn’t hold back your squirming, though he held you in place with little effort. “I’ve got to make sure you’re thoroughly satisfied. What kind of man am I if I don’t even take good care of you?”

“I get your point!” You gasped, pushing again at his head and arms. At anything you could reach to force him away. You could feel a second orgasm growing and you were conflicted between chasing the pleasure and resisting the overstimulation. Suddenly, Steven stopped all of his moments, pulling away from you and sitting up straight. You felt a mixture of relief and longing at the loss of contact.

“That’s great, love. But I’ve got another one to make.”

Well fuck.

As he leaned back, the bulge underneath his boxers became visible to you. Steven was nothing if not patient, though you knew that he must be uncomfortable. All you could do was lay there and pant, your body struggling to regain its strength. Steven waited for you to steady your breath.

“I need you to get up.” He cooed. “You’re gonna put that mouth to good use. You know, besides expressing your disappointment with me.”

This time, the sarcasm was nowhere to be found. In fact, Steven was eyeing you with mild concern, like he was waiting for you to tell him he was going too far. But you weren’t going to stop him. You were captivated by the change of pace, and ironically enough, you were loving his assertion of control over you, no matter how petty it had begun.

There was a slight problem, though. While Steven was quite experienced when it came to oral, you were much less versed in using your mouth to give him pleasure. That was mostly due to the fact that Steven would never ask it of you; he never wanted to feel like he was being selfish or taking advantage of you. You had tried to explain that you wanted to do it, but he would only ever say yes if you agreed to let him return the favor afterward. You guessed things were going to work a bit out of order this time.

“On your knees, darling.” His voice was soothing, coaxing you more than commanding. You followed his order shakily, your body all but wrecked already from the ‘points’ that he was trying to make. Steven threw a pillow on the floor as something to protect your bare knees from the hardwood. At least to him punishment wasn’t synonymous with pain, it seemed.

“I’m not very good at this,” you blurted as he moved to stand in front of you, his clothed erection only a few inches from your face. You didn’t want to disappoint him, you wanted always to make him feel good. A lump formed in your throat in anticipation and Steven met you with a comforting half-smile.

“Don’t worry about it.” He cooed, placing one hand at the nape of your neck. With the other he stroked your cheek gingerly, grazing your skin with his knuckles. “Just relax. I’ll guide you through it. And I’ll be sure not to hurt you. You’re gonna do great. I promise.”

You felt yourself blush as he turned his hand over, pulling down your bottom lip with the tip of his thumb. A shaky breath escaped the tiny gap between your lips, and Steven pushed your chin up to keep you from dropping away from his gaze. He sank his thumb deeper into your mouth, moaning at the hot wet feeling against his skin. By now, precum was forming a spot on his boxers and you wondered how he managed to remain so patient.

He withdrew his hand from your face, instead using it to finally pull out his length. Just the sight sent a sharp wave of heat down to your already abused core, re-clouding the senses of yours that Steven had already wrecked. You knew your face was bright red as he slowly stroked his hand from base to tip. His hold tightened slightly on your neck, almost as a gesture of reassurance.

“Okay, baby,” he spoke at nearly a whisper. “Open your mouth for me.”

He sank in slowly, testing to see how far you could comfortably take him. You were surprised at how long you managed to go before gagging, impressed by the skill you’d never had the chance to learn you had. He pulled out instinctively at the first sign of discomfort, and ironically you felt the need to reassure him of your contentment.

“I’m okay. Keep going.” You leaned forward to take him back in, his hand on your head hesitating to follow behind you. Your mouth stretched uncomfortably around him, but it was exhilarating to be in this position under Steven. You wished he would do things like this more often.

“Oh God. Feels so good, love.” He hummed through ragged, shuttering breaths. It was all Steven could do not to buck his hips into your face, but he would be damned if he ran any risk of hurting you. “Holy shit.”

You set a slow rhythm as you started to slightly bob your head, letting the anxiety melt away as you gained confidence in your movements. Steven used the bedpost to brace himself, struggling not to pull your hair as you worked him over. You could feel him twitching in your mouth; his own concern was dissolving with each moan and hum from your lips.

“Doing so good.” He whimpered as you tentatively swallowed around him, tightening his grip on the dull metal post. You weren’t sure who was in control of who at this point, but Steven’s strength still outweighed yours as he began to move your head, failing to resist his urge to fuck your mouth at his pace. He was becoming more unhinged by the second.

“This’ll—teach you—to talk about me—like I can—be walked—all over.” His words were punctuated by each thrust into your mouth. Steven was gasping for air as he fought to restrain his hips from bucking too strongly into you. You ran your hands up and down his chest, not knowing what else to do with them.

Before long he was struggling to keep his rhythm. You selfishly didn’t want him to finish like this. You pushed against his hips and he begrudgingly pulled away from you, worried that he’d somehow hurt you while trying to chase his own pleasure.

“What is it?” His demeanor changed in an instant. He bent down to meet you closer to eye level, but you shook your head at his concern, calming him of his assumption.

“You can’t—I don’t want you to cum yet.” Your heart was in your throat. You could barely hold your eyes open to meet his tender gaze. “I need you to fuck me, Steven. Please. I need you.”

Your begging came out as delirious muttering. Steven gave a soft chuckle at your request, more than happy to oblige. He cupped your face for a moment before stumbling over to the nightstand, digging in the top drawer for a condom. He helped you to your feet, pressing his lips to yours as soon as you were upright again.

He kissed you more tenderly, more lovingly than he had all night. It was like he’d somehow worked out all his frustration, even though you weren’t nearly done yet. You crawled back onto the bed as he worked the condom on, this time finally removing his shirt and boxers in two clean motions.

This next part didn’t last quite as long as you wanted it, but you had to admit that it felt like the best sex you’d had in months. Steven was gentle as always, but he didn’t hold back his sounds of pleasure as much as he normally would. You supposed it was something to do with making a point again. Or maybe he just felt that damn good. For all of his talk of teaching you a lesson, he fucked you as lovingly as you could imagine was possible. Filthy praises found their way into your ears, tucked between whimpers and expletives.

Steven made sure that you both finished at the same time. When he felt his own orgasm approaching, he began to circle your clit with his fingers to draw you toward the edge at equal speed. He rarely stopped kissing you all throughout the endeavor, craving as much contact with you as humanly possible. When he finally came, your name fell from his lips with a religious exaltation, though you could barely hear it over your own sounds of pleasure.

You weren’t sure if you could even move as Steven pulled out and fell on his back beside you. For several minutes, you only could lie there and heave. Bliss simply wasn’t a strong enough word. When you finally regained your composure, it took all you could muster to turn and lay your head on Steven’s shuddering chest. He wrapped his arm around your back, lazily nestling his chin on the top of your head. Bliss wasn’t a strong enough word for him, either.

“I hope that was okay.” He mumbled, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. A felt a huff above you, reminiscent of a laugh. “And I hope that you learned your lesson. For whatever it may be worth.”

“Oh.” You smiled. “I definitely learned something.”

You turned your head to meet his eyes. His beautiful, satisfied, endlessly curious eyes. They squinted at you.

“And what’s that?”

“That I should complain to you more often.”

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takenbypeter · 1 year

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hey! i saw you have fic requests open and was hoping i could request something!!

i haven’t been able to stop thinking about steven grant x american!reader and the reader making steven listen to London Boy by taylor swift. his reaction would just be adorable 🥹

London boy

Steven Grant x reader

Words: 876

Authors note: so sorry for taking a while with this one, it wasn’t coming out exactly the way I wanted it but here it is! I hope you like it 💜 thanks for requesting!

You finally heard it. The noise you’ve been waiting to hear all day.

And that noise would be the sound of the apartment door swiftly cracking open, followed by heavy footsteps from a long day. Which could only mean one thing.

Steven was back.

Without hesitation you quickly shoved your book aside and ran up to greet your partner.

“Steven! You have got to listen to this song, it’s not exactly new but I just heard it today and it reminds me of you. I’ve been playing it on loop all day,” you exclaimed, a little overly ecstatic to show him your new discovery.

Now Steven was tired. He barely got sleep last night and his day was filled with much more customers than usual, which of course meant it was combined with more orders from Donna.

But with sunken eyes and dark eye bags decorating his features, his lips curved, your excitement rubbing off on him, “oh yeah? what’s that?”

“London Boy by Taylor Swift. Ever heard it?” You asked, pulling your phone closer to you.

Steven’s lips purse together as he thinks for a moment, “can’t say I have.”

“Well you’re about to right now, so sit,” you ushered tugging him over to the nearby seats and once sitting yourself, you pressed play on the mobile phone.

Right off the bat, only mere seconds in Steven questions, “I don’t sound like that. Do I?”

Your eyes crinkle as a smile plants itself on your face, “sometimes,” you chuckle more to yourself, before telling him to pay attention.

Throughout the catchy tune your body sways side to side as you take in the beat and the lyrics that describe the exact feeling of you being in London.

Now not all the lyrics matched your specific scenario of course, but it felt nice to relate to it.

Pausing from your own thoughts you glance at him. He’s already got a smile on his face while he’s peeking sideways at you. And once you’ve caught him staring, Steven’s eyes flicker back down to the lyrics while the grin on his face only grows wider. You didn’t know what he was thinking.

Once the song was near end, you asked, “so, what do you think?”

His lips turned into an upside down crescent while he nodded his head a little. “It’s quite catchy, I like it. I still don’t think I sound like that, but I enjoyed it. Especially the part where,” his eyes scroll to your phone looking for the specific words, “it says something about, ‘he likes my American smile,’ I definitely agree with that line—not he liking my smile, but you know me being he—liking your American smile of course.”

Your lips mirrored each other as you jokingly smacked his shoulder at the adorable comment from him. “Don’t worry, I get it and thank you that’s very sweet,“ Steven always seemed to over-explain himself but honestly it just served as a reminder of how endearing he was. “Well I really like the line where she says, ‘I love a London boy,’ because I do love a London boy, you.”

Now it was Steven’s turn to act all embarrassed as his whole face heated up unwillingly, not quite used to flirty comments no matter how many you’ve given him in the past.

Sudden realization hit you as you just took in the fact that he’s been at work all day, “oh!” You said clapping your hands together, ”how was work?

He shrugged, shoulders up to his ears, smile still present, “it was okay—yeah okay. Not too terrible. Of course it wasn’t my best of days but tomorrow will be better,” he reasoned.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve started off with that instead of pushing this on you,” you said, suddenly feeling guilty for not giving him the time he probably needed to decompress from the day.

Steven shook his head, palms quickly being held out in the air as he made a point to deny the thought that came to your brain, “no I loved it. You listen to my stuff all the time it’s only fair I listen to yours,” he reasons, “and now I can play this little find and think of you when I listen.”

“Perfect and I’ll be thinking of you.”

You grinned at each other until you frowned, “gross. Are we those types of couples?”

Steven was a little taken aback, “why? What types of couple?”

“You know the mushy kind.”

“Would it be bad if we were?” The way Steven’s voice was so gentle yet you could sense the hint of nervousness in it, filled you up with fondness for the man.

You laughed, “no, it would be great,” you said getting up from your chair and giving him a little peck on the cheek. Steven watched you walk away with pep in your step.

What you didn’t know was that talking to you after work, telling you about his day, hearing about your day, all of that was his way of unwinding. And the thing is, no matter how tired, how drained, how exhausted Steven is, he always has the energy and time for you. Because he loves you and he loves that he gets to show you that everyday.

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princesslachimolala · 7 months

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The 8th Member of Bangtan 💜

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Chapter 3 - The Cook Off 🍗🍲🍳

Synopsis: you (y/n 🦊) are the 8th member of bts and are involved in all the fun and banter with the boys as you work on your music and side projects for army

Pairings: platonic! ot7 x gn! reader

Warnings: brief mention of a knife used in the kitchen for cooking

Authors note: inspired by the run BTS episodes, reader is gender neutral (gn) so read the honorific’s as they apply to you

Enjoy!✨

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🐰: it’s filming day tomorrow right?

🐹: yes jk! it’s the chefs episode!

🦊: will there be professional chefs or just us?

🐨: we should eat a big breakfast in case we can’t cook good

🐹: speak for yourself joonie and it’ll just be us baby petal

🐨: but we’ll share right Jin hyung?

🦊: I’ll share with you Joonie🫶🏻

🐨: thanks baby petal

🐹: …

🐥: do we all get to call y/n that now or?

🐹: …

🐱: taking Jin hyungs silence as a yes

🐹: my ellipses are saying more than my words can…

🐻: BABY PETAL!!!!!!

🐹: 🤦🏻‍♂️

🦊: hey guys🫶🏻 I thought you were all sleeping, the dorm is so quiet

🐥: we were all gaming with our headphones in

🦊: you all played games without me?? You let me go to bed while you were all having fun??😭

🐰: no noona/hyung!! We were playing the scary game you don’t like…🥹

🦊: ah okay kook

🐿: don’t be annoyed y/n-ie🫶🏻 I’m scared of it too but I’m watching the maknaes while the other hyungs are resting in bed

🦊: can I come play too please, Hobi oppa/hyung?🥹

🐱: you’ll have nightmares y/n-ie

🐹: yah we can’t repeat this every time with this video game

🐰: we can switch to Mario kart noona/hyung🙏🏻

🦊: it’s okay kook🙏🏻 keep playing

🐱: you should all be in bed soon anyway, we have a early call time tomorrow. Hobah- are you not tired?

🐿: kinda hyung😅

🐹: right kids get to bed! sweet dreams, love hyung/oppa

🐻: that message was the most dad thing Jin hyungs ever sent

🦊: it was sweet!

🐻: okay baby petal 🙄

🐹: bed, now

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Today the producers announced that bangtan would be cooking for todays episode. You were excited because as it turns out you were a great cook… the boys slobbered over you kimchi fried rice, japchae and bibimbap that you would cook for them whenever they requested or you were cooking for yourself and decided to make enough for them too.

But as soon as the producer announced that the two members that would have to judge the cooking competition were the members who were the best cooks, your hopes of impressing army and winning today were dashed.

Of course Jin was the main cook in the group - he’d been cooking all your meals and even Jungkook’s school lunches before he graduated since your pre-debut days. But you gained skills from him by watching him, helping him out now and again and from your family back home. Just because you were the second youngest member of bangtan doesn’t mean you couldn’t be nifty in the kitchen.

You sort of hoped the boys would forget about this fact though, when they started deciding the judges and the teams.

“Jin is definitely a judge, it would be unfair to have him on a team” Yoongi offered diplomatically.

Jin agreed to judge straight away and sat back to watch the rest of the deliberations happening with a smile. He knew there would be some heated deliberations and it would be funny.

“Hobi is a good cook too but I think Jungkook should be a judge,” Tae said pointing the finger at his maknae.

Hobi was pleased with his compliment but Jungkook looked offended, his widened eyes and mouth ready to set out his argument - the maknae always wanted in on the competition.

“I’m a worse cook than y/n,” he offered, “besides I want to make my glazed sweet potatoes for everyone”

No one could resist the bun’s pleas, so the attention turned to you.

“Yah, their hiding behind Joon hyung as if we’ll forget about them” Jimin laughed.

And it was true, the sight of you shielding yourself behind Namjoons wall of muscle was comical as you peaked out behind him. You agreed to judge after the boys went on and on about your cooking talents and the unfairness of it all. The producers looked just about ready to pull their own hair out but some staff were giggling and smiling knowingly at bangtans antics.

•••

Yoongi’s team was making a seafood stew while Hobi’s team were cooking a chicken dish. Like Namjoon, you weren’t the biggest fan of seafood but you wouldn’t be biased against the team.

At first you and Jin watched on as everyone assumed their roles - Yoongi and Jimin worked like a little duo, having sidelined Tae to eat bread rolls and peel potatoes.

Hobi, Namjoon and Jungkook proved to be a little more chaotic together - who knew two hyungs and a maknae would cause more chaos than the team with just one hyung and two maknaes?

Namjoon was butchering the chicken carcass like he had a personal vendetta against this particular chicken, making everyone laugh at his lack of kitchen skills. Hobi was dancing and scooting around the station like he couldn’t stay still, yet somehow managed to add and stir things into the pot. And Jungkook was already off on his own self-appointed side mission (making the glazed sweet potatoes as he promised).

“Aren’t you going to give armys instructions so they can make it too?” You crept behind Jungkook.

“Yah it’s dangerous to scare someone in the kitchen noona/hyung!”

“And no… the recipe is my secret sorry army” he directed towards the go pro camera you were holding below his face at a presumably unflattering angle, wiggling this eyebrows.

“Literally anyone can look up a glazed sweet potato recipe, JK, you didn’t invent it” Jin popped in.

“But mine has a secret recipe hyung”

“And what is that?”

“Love” he said with a straight face and finger heart shot into the camera, causing giggles to explode around the kitchen.

You scooted around to the other teams table and were immediately offered a bite of jam-spread roll from Tae which you gladly accepted (the smell of food was making you exceedingly hungry).

“Thanks Tae-Tae” you smiled.

“Yah! I see favouritism over there!” Hobi called over with accusing eyes.

“Concentrate on your pot hyung!” Jimin rebuted, “there’s nothing to see here!”

“Yah just because the bread rolls were on that side of the bench” Namjoon added accusingly.

“There’s no favouritism everyone can just calm down or I’m deducting points from both teams!” Jin announced.

“You can’t deduct!” Jungkook was appalled, “we haven’t even finished yet!”

Jin was clearly enjoying his power too much, he thought.

•••

The chaos died down as soon as a time limit was announced and everyone focused on their recipes.

“Baby petal and I are cooking something nice to pass the last 15 minutes” Jin explained into the small go pro camera you held in your hand.

He calmly directed you to add sugar to his frying potato slices.

“It’s simple but delicious, something a chef once taught me” he explained, while flipping the potato with his chopsticks and offering you a mouthful.

You could already begin to imagine the comments of army:

“Jin is so soft with y/n🥹”

“Jin and his baby petal are you kidding me🥲”

“baby petal and jinnie giving us wholesome content once again🌸”

…if the producers decided to include your footage in this episode that is.

“Five minutes left!” the producer called to the room.

The boys hastened, plating their food and doing finishing touches. Jimin and Taehyung were busy praising each other for their work, Hobi and Namjoon were screaming at their chicken pot to boil faster and you and Jin were walking around with the go pros, successfully distracting the chefs. You all doubled over when you realised Jungkooks glazed sweet potatoes were stuck to the plate like cement.

“That’s time!”

Everyone put their dishes on the front bench. You were doubled over again when you realised Tae had presented the dipping sauce he made for the potato pancakes in such an ostentatious way - a ceramic squirrel figurine plate encased in a glass bell jar, ON TOP OF a glass cake stand, that he called “squirrel trapped in a garden”.

You took your spoons and the boys watched you and Jin taste their work with rapt attention. The seafood dish was surprisingly tasty given your disdain for eating anything that once lived in water, and the potato pancakes and sauce were so good you almost shed a tear.

“Yah, y/n-ie is nearly crying, that’s how you know it’s good food” Yoongi cooed, pleased with himself and his team.

The chicken dish was also delicious but getting the sweet potatoes into your mouth proved comical. Jin managed to prise one piece with his chopsticks with some strength but when you tried to, you pulled too hard and the potato went flying across the room, sending the boys into a laughing frenzy.

You just knew the editors were going to edit the scene of Jungkooks creation in all sorts of ways - repeated, zoomed in, slo mo, a sliding whistle sound overlayed and with cartoon wings attached as it glided from the front to the back of the kitchen.

Recomposed, you tried again and found the sweet treat an absolute delight.

“They taste like the Middle Ages,” jin commented much to everyone’s confusion.

“They taste like 2014 to me” you laughed, “when kookie used to cook them for us… did you have a past life oppa/hyung?”

“I like both dishes, the seafood is something I would order but the sweet potatoes are amazing” Jin said distracting from his tangent.

“I think Jiminie should have an extra 5 points for cooking with baby pink hair”

The room was a mixture of laughter and outrage at your statement.

“Why??!”

“It’s not a hair competition!”

“Yah, that’s not fair!”

“Hobi hyung has pink hair too, noona/hyung!”

“And joonie has lilac hair that’s cool too we should get double points”

“Yah fine! No extra points for hair style” you conceded with a pout, staring longingly at jimins baby pink locks that looked just the colour of cotton candy floss.

Jimin giggled and gave your face a squish with his hands mumbling “cute” under his breath.

You told Jin to pick a winner since the boys could no longer trust you with making an impartial decision and with the count of 3, Jin chose the seafood team as the winners. Everyone cheered the winners and commiserated the losers and filming was commenced.

Jimin, Tae and Yoongi toddled off to get driven back to the dorm while you and Jin stayed to help the losing team out with their punishment (cleaning the kitchen).

•••

Back at the dorm, the boys were showered and changed into fresh comfortable clothes. You all gathered in the livingroom as it was time to talk about tomorrow’s schedule.

“How was the punishment?”

“It was fine but y/n-ie ran out of the kitchen as soon as Hobi hyung asked them to take out the rubbish”

“I have a phobia!”

“Oh we know” Tae said rolling his eyes.

“At least I cleaned the pots and kookie’s sweet potato plate, the sauce was all hard and stuck” you grimaced.

“The food was so good, though I’m hungry again” Jimin complained.

“Should we order Chinese food for a change?”

There was various agreements and other suggestions but everyone’s mind was starting to get foggy from tiredness and hours of not eating.

“I’ll order it then!” Jungkook whipped out his phone and sprang up to call the staff.

“So, we have to be up by 6am tomorrow, I’ve booked the dance studio for 7am” Hobi said, serious dance instructor look now on his face.

“We’ll all be there up on time won’t we…” Jin asked around his dongsaengs mostly directed at you because you were always glued to your bed in the early mornings.

“Yes oppas/hyungs” you said with a yawn.

“That’s promising” Hobi laughed.

You were tired from filming and all the boys agreed that filming at the same time as preparing a comeback was exhausting. But at the end of the day it was all they wanted to do and it was all for army to enjoy.

•••

A/n: thanks for reading! I think the next instalment will be a dance practise chapter instead of filming an episode, let me know if you have any fun ideas/dynamics you want to see!💖

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15 sounds fun!

i couldn't agree more

Prompt: "you must be pretty down if me juggling your oranges doesn't even get a laugh out of you :( should I light them on fire?"

WORDCOUNT: 1274 | Domestic, Post-Fic | Spoilers for the (still being workshopped lol) end of Dayshift Go Figure

You wake up alone, without your alarm, knowing in your bones that you’ve somehow slept in. All other days this happens, you’re able to ride a wave of panic into wakefulness and get ready for the day in record (though some would call it inhumane) time – cold showers that last the five minutes it takes for the water to heat and only taking the paltry breakfast that’s shoved at you on your way out, then forgetting to eat it, much to the frustration of your housemates.

Today though, something’s different. You lay in bed trying to puzzle it out.

… What day is it? Yesterday was… ah.

It’s the anniversary.

That explains why the alarm was turned off.

You groan and hoist yourself out of bed. You’ve got some sort of itinerary today, but nothing truly starts until noon when you can go and pick up the resident child without sacrificing his education – guh, coparenting. Damn your soft heart for volunteering for that responsibility, there’s no way to feasibly take it back now.

(As if you’d ever want to; Gregory is a little terror of a child with a mean streak that reminds you of yourself. But, far from being put off by these… tendencies… most of the humans and animatronics that make up your inner circle find it either charming or insightful. Except Sun and Moon. They’re sane and you love them for it.)

(Doesn’t stop all three of you from getting attached, however.)

The day won’t wait for noon, so you drag yourself through a morning routine anyway. It’s winter, so warm clothes are your friend even if you’re only throwing on one layer for going around the house. Jeans and an undershirt. You hum at your bathroom mirror as you pass by, looking over the form that makes up you. You didn’t have mirrors in the old apartment – or, well, you did, but you barely used them for anything other than fixing your hair in the mornings – but over the last few months you’ve found yourself taking a moment in front of one.

It's odd. Every time, it’s so odd to look in a mirror and think that not only does it reflect you (asshole, murderous, grit your teeth and don’t let go you) but the reflection looks… normal. Clean, sometimes tired but never weary. You don’t meet your own eyes with distaste anymore.

After a few seconds you continue on. It’s too fucking early for digging into that feeling, you haven’t even seen your boys yet.

Into the hall, seeing all the bedroom doors open, then down the stairs. Sun’s voice drifts through the air as he hums the morning away, likely in the kitchen by the accompanying sounds of washing dishes.

You tread into his domain carefully and take a seat at the table, where your favorite mug is already waiting. “Morning.”

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Sun keeps his voice down out of respect for your notoriously low patience this time of day, but he’s still chipper as ever. “I didn’t think we’d be seeing you for at least another thirty minutes!”

“Wonder why that is,” you say blandly, sipping at the tea in your mug. Mmm, earl gray. “My alarm didn’t go off. Should probably look it over, see if it’s glitching out.”

“Very serious, alarm glitches,” he nods understandingly, both of you fully aware that either he or Moon turned off your alarms for the day. “But it’ll have to wait until tomorrow! We’ll be very busy today.”

You set your mug down. “How are you feeling?”

Though his back is still turned to you, you can tell when his faceplate twists. “I feel like I’m washing dishes!”

“And Moon?” You ask, letting the distraction slide.

“Not washing dishes!”

“Sunny.”

He stops to turn and look at you, expression soft and off-white eyes glinting in the early morning sunlight.

(Riley is truly a miracle worker. Living legend Riley Greene.)

“We’re perfectly alright, dear,” he assures you. “Today’s a day for celebration! There’s no need to get caught on silly things like details when it’s so beautiful outside.”

There’s an unspoken, gentle reminder there: this is also the anniversary of their first foray into the outside world, after all. You’ll never be able to forget the picture they made, the first time Sun was able to truly see the sunrise through the window of a vehicle speeding down the interstate, still covered in soot and ash, eyes fixed on the horizon. You didn’t have it in you to cry for him in that moment, but you’ve taken plenty of opportunities since. It never fails to make both of them sappy.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I slept in,” you mutter, taking another sip of tea. “I don’t know. Mood’s around a five or six, I’d say.”

“Five!” He immediately turns away from his busywork to face you fully. “Five out of ten? No no, that’s far too low for how well this day is going to be. We need to get that number up to a seven, at least! What can I get you for breakfast? Pancakes? Waffles? Maybe a fruit bowl?”

“Didn’t you buy all that fruit for baking?”

“Yes, but it’s our fruit so we can decide what it contributes to,” he wags a finger at you, “and we’re perfectly alright with it being used for breakfast. So, what’ll it be?”

You make a face at him. “I’m not hungry.”

His smile stretches. “That’s not what I asked. How about we start out with some orange slices?”

“You’re an absolute tyrant.”

“You decided to come into my kitchen to visit me,” he muses, picking up an orange from the nearby bowl of fruit when you don’t object, then picking up three more and tossing them in a simple arc between his hands, juggling them effortlessly. “How’s your coordination this morning?”

“Not good enough for juggling.” You hold out a hand to catch an orange, however, and he tosses you the beginnings of breakfast without so much as a stutter in his movements. “Thanks.”

“Anytime, dear.” The arc of oranges shifts so one falls behind his head – again, easily caught by practiced hands. You arch an eyebrow at him as you peel your snack and he hums, thinking. “Not even a laugh for juggling, hm? Should I light them on fire next?”

That gets a snort out of you. Sun’s rays spin in victory, insufferably pleased with himself. You’re so fed up with this boy. “I don’t think setting off the fire alarm today is a good plan.”

“Implying you’re perfectly alright with some pyrotechnics tomorrow.” He shakes his head at you. “You, Sunbite, are my favorite menace.”

“I’m overcome with gratefulness.” Your tone may be flat, but Sun knows you well enough by now to know you never lie about your feelings toward him. So much time in denial has warded you away from stupidly wasting that time with untruths ever again.

In fact, laying it on thick has become a favorite pastime of yours ever since you realized cute petnames made them flustered.

“Poppy,” you begin, and he immediately rolls his eyes at your antics. “Sunnypop, Pumpkin, darling dearest, light of my life, half of my heart. My love. My loves,” you say, knowing double the names means double the boys getting so very fond and so very, very put up with you. “Sweetness, Sugar, Starstuff. Sunny, Moon.”

Sun turns away with a giddy smile, shaking his head before meeting your eyes again. “Yes, Sunbite?”

“You two are also my favorites,” you say primly. “Also I would like pancakes for breakfast after this.”

“Of course, love.”

#dayshift go figure #writing prompt #x reader #fnaf #fnaf sb #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #sun x reader #moon x reader #dayshift fic spoilers #this one is so fucking sappy #they are in love your honor #again these get minimal editing #hope you enjoy anyway

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marmixedwithabitofintellect · 2 years

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The Story of You

Lovies I'm sorry for the delay! my grandma is leaving for Europe later this week and she wasn't feeling well, thankfully it was just a scare and we were able to say goodbye to her (which was very emotional not going to lie 🥲), this part does not have any visuals because from now on I'll be doing an IG post for each chapter, which I will post tomorrow! I hope you love this chapter as much as I did, it is truly a special one 🤍 All the love, Mar

Disclaimer: In no way do I wish to spread hate or negative opinions about any of the characters here depicted, this is just fiction and with the purpose of entertaining you guys

Part 15: Illusion

October 26, 2021: Week Thirty-Four

New York, New York. 10:00 AM

The heat was welcomed when I opened the door to Betty’s office, the city was finally welcoming the change of weather and I personally wasn’t enjoying it too much, Randy was sitting on the front desk and smiled when she saw me come in, “Well look who the wind brought! Hi honey!”

“Hi Randy! It’s so good to be back!”, she smiled and grabbed the phone, “I’ll let Betty know you’re here, okay?”, I nodded, and she smiled, a few minutes later Betty came out looking for me, “Well hello to my favorite patient! Would you feel comfortable if I hug you?”, I nodded, “Would you feel comfortable?”

She pulled me into a hug, and it as in this moment that I decided I would never ever take for granted being able to hug another human being, she pulled back and we walked into her office, after doing a general checkup she felt my belly to see where my baby is and then used the doppler; I teared up when I heard it go, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get so emotional over this, but man I have missed it”

She gave me a smile, “Never apologize darling, you’re a mom, you deserve to celebrate every single second”, she turned off the doppler and cleaned my belly, “I am happy to report you guys have a very clean bill of health! Which means you will be able to attend the concerts this weekend but if you get tired you need to sit down”

I nodded, “I promise, but he will still make sure I do all of this”, we both laughed, “So I’ll see you on the 29th just for the ultrasounds okay?”, I smiled at her while we walked to the exit, “I’ll see you in three days”, I walked into the subway and sat down to text Harry who was on his way or had already arrived to Atlanta

To H. Styles (11:15 AM): Guess who got a clean bill of health?

From H. Styles (11:16 AM): That’s awesome! You did it!

To H. Styles (20:35 PM): We did. Good luck in Atlanta 💜 I’ll see you in three days!

I smiled and put my phone away, I stopped at the supermarket for some things and then went home, Betty was serious about me taking it slow and I would obey her.

October 28, 2021: Week Thirty-Four

New York, New York. 4:00 PM

A knock on my door had me furrowing my brows, I had no delivery of baby’s things set for today and Harry was playing in Atlanta today, when I opened it a little a surprised look took my face, “Olivia?”, she stood there with a coffee tray and a small smile

“Y/N, hi, uhm I’m sorry for coming out of the blue, but I really want to talk to you”, I closed the door to remove the lock and opened it for her, I moved, and she came in I followed her to my living room, “Uhm, do you want something to eat?”, she placed the coffee cups on the table and removed her coat, “Thank you I had lunch before coming”

I nodded, she handed me a cup, “Harry said you enjoyed a chai latte, so I bought you one”, I took the drink from her hand, “Thanks, how are the kids and Jason?”, “They are doing good, Daisy’s test came back positive even though she has no symptoms so we have to wait another few days before I can see them”, “I’m glad to heart that, please say hello to them”, she nodded.

I turned to look at her, “Uhm, does Harry know that you’re here?”, she cleared her throat, “No he doesn’t, listen, I really appreciate the fact that you agreed to talk to me; I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to”, she chuckled, and I gave her a small smile, “Am I that predictable?”, “I mean, if roles were reversed I know you would be”.

She took a sip from her drink, she placed it on the table and sat up straighter on the sofa she was sitting on, “I know there is no apology big enough for what I said to you, to be honest I really don’t have an excuse as to why I said it”, I nodded and spoke up, “I understand that as Harry’s partner you are looking out for him, but you need to understand that there are topics where your role as a partner is limited to a listener, and I think this is one of those topics”

“And I know that now, but at the moment I was so overtaken by so many things, and I don’t want for it to become an excuse, but it is the truth, that week life was just trying to drown me, I really don’t know how much Harry told you about what happened?”

“Not much to be honest, and I don’t really ask; your relationship is yours Olivia, I am just the mother of his child, which in turn means that that relationship is just ours”, she nodded, “I know”, I scoffed, “Do you? Because from what you displayed that weekend, I am starting to doubt that”, she flinched

“I was wrong you know; to have reacted how I did, after all, all you wanted to do was be friends, and there I go and throw in your face the custody thing, and that you looked for Harry and let him know”, she chuckled, “And I didn’t stop there, I even had the audacity to tell you off for meddling on our relationship when I did that first between you and Harry, but I need you to know, that he didn’t cheat while you guys were still together”

She sighed before continuing, “But I was wrong; what you did, telling Harry that he was going to be a father is one of the most selfless and bravest things you have done, because you put your child first, and that is what a mother does”, she turned to look at me, “And that kid is lucky to have a mother like you Y/N and a father like Harry, and I understand that my place as his or her dad’s partner is to take care of them when you cannot do it”

I sat up straighter and ran a hand down my belly before I spoke up, “I will say, I thought honestly that you would never apologize, Harry had tried and apologized for you, but I told him that if you were old enough to say those things you were old enough to hopefully apologize, so I truly appreciate you coming today”, she nodded

“I’m glad you understand where you stand regarding my child’s life, you are his or her father’s partner, and they will always be polite to you because I’ll teach them to, and I know you will always make sure to take care of them when they’re not with me like you take care of Otis and Daisy, but please get it into your head; you’ll never, ever get custody of my kid”

She spoke up, “I know, Harry will not fight for it”, I nodded, “Oh I know, that’s why he sighed an affidavit”, she looked at me surprised, “What?”, I turned to look at her, “He didn’t tell you?”, she shook her head, “Oh, he came and dropped it before leaving for Florida, my lawyer went over it and she’s now in contact with his lawyer, so we’re all good there”, she nodded

“I am glad, that is the most important thing”, we sat in silence for a few seconds until I spoke up, “Olivia, there’s something that has been on my mind since that day”, she nodded for me to continue, “If you and I had already spoken before, why did you say those things?”

I took a sip of my drink, while she continued to talk, “I guess that I got scared; there is so much uncertainty on my life right now, from my past my present and especially my future, I know things are going to change Y/N and I don’t know how much more change I can handle; I mean we are all resilient, but doesn’t resilience have a limit too?”

“It does, I think resilience has become a big part of my life this past year, don’t you?”, she averted her sight, “And the breakup? Why did you bring up the fact that Harry did not cheat Olivia?”

“Because he didn’t, I know that from the pictures and headlines and our own attitudes it seems that way, but he is a gentleman, and we didn’t move forward until he let me know you two broke up”, I placed my cup on his table, “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”, I scoffed and rolled my eyes

She looked at me shocked, “No no no no, I know that nothing will make it better, but if that will give you peace of mind over it, I will be able to breathe”, “Truth is, he did cheat Olivia”, she furrowed her brows, “Because it happened slowly and sadly right in front of my eyes; for weeks I watched him fall out of love with me but keep loving me out of pity, I watched him try and keep alive the love I had worked so hard to protect from anything and everything, except from the real threat”

I let out a shuddered breath, “He may have not been in your bed physically, but he was emotionally, and I truly don’t know which is worse”, she gave me a look of pity and regret, “Y/N I…”

I gave her a sad smile, “Did he ever tell you what happened when we broke up?”, she shook her head, “Not much, just that things were over between you two”, I sniffled, “I broke up with him, before he could break my heart even further and… and before watching him fall in love with you broke me”, she reached to squeeze my hand, “Y/N, I’m sorry”

I stood up, “I truly wish I could believe you Olivia, along with the fact that he didn’t cheat”, she stood up, “Y/N, if you’re still up for it, I would really like for us to get to know each other better”, she settled on her seat and gave me a small smile, I gave her a sad smile

“A few weeks ago, I would have made an effort for this to happen, but now, Olivia, I will put myself first, and that means we’ll limit our contact to the strictly necessary, thank you for coming today”, she gave me a sad smile

“Thank you for your honesty, and for listening to me, I truly appreciate it, take care”, I walked her to the door, and she left, and along with her left the anger I had been feeling against them over the breakup.

October 29, 2021: Week Thirty-Four

Harry. New York, New York. 12:30 PM

I was late. My flight had landed late which meant I had to leave from the airport directly to Betty’s office and I barely made it on time, when I entered Randy smiled at me, “Hey! We just got her back, follow me”,

I waved at her and followed her into the little cubicle, when we got there, Y/N was sitting on the chair on her phone, she put it away and waved at me, “Hello you, how are you?”, I stood up frozen on the door, how on Earth had she managed to get more beautiful since the last time I saw her?

“Hi”, I turned to look at her belly which had also grown, a reminder that we were six weeks away from meeting our love, “You can say hello”, I nodded and kneeled before her, she pulled up her shirt and I placed my hands on her warm belly, “Their head is somewhere around here, and they have been kicking around here”

Sure enough, I felt something hard on the lower part of her belly, and decided to press a little on the upper part hoping to get a kick, but baby was not being cooperative, “Oh come on bubby, you were kicking up a storm while we listened to ‘Style’”, I gave her a smile, “Really?”, she nodded, “Oh, I’ll definitely text Taylor and tell her”

I stood up and she lowered her top, and smiled at her, “Can I hug you, please?”, she nodded and stood up, I reached in and she nuzzled her face in my neck, just like she did when we were together, and I silently thanked whoever listened for the fact that she was okay, that they both were okay, and we were able to be here.

We pulled back and Betty came into the room, “Well hello you! Welcome back to New York!”, i smiled, “Hi Betty, its’ so nice to see you again”, “You too, so, shall we see this little chunker?”, we both nodded, and I helped Y/N get settled on the bed, Betty lowered the lights and turned on the machine.

Betty started moving the probe around her belly while I grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze, “Okay, let’s close our eyes because I do have to check down there”, Y/N turned to look at me and I covered our eyes, after a few minutes Betty lets us know she’s done and we turned to see her looking at our baby’s torso and head, “Well this little chunker is looking to weight between five and a half and six pounds right now, so we may be looking at an eight pounder at birth”

A shiver ran down her spine and i laughed, she then switched so that we could see the baby in 4D, Y/N spoke first, “Oh look at those cheeks! I truly cannot wait to kiss them!”, I squeezed her hand, “Can these six weeks fly by?”, Betty laughed, “They will, don’t worry”, after taking some photos and scheduling our next appointment we said goodbye to Betty and left the office, we stood on the sidewalk and we both reached and gave each other a hug.

We pulled back and I kissed her head, “Want to grab some lunch?”, she pulled back, “I would love to, but I promised Sarah we would get pedicures and then we would go to dinner with Elin and Nyoh”, I felt my heart deflater a little, but I understood, “Oh uhm sure, definitely have fun! Can I drive you to the place?”

She nodded and we walked to my car, when I got in, she smiled, “But, we do have a building date planned don’t we? The last box is set to get here tomorrow”, I smiled at her, “We do, Mitch even bought gloves for me” her laugh made me smile, God I truly would give up anything to see her smile

“Think I’ll order some pizzas for dinner, what do you think?”, “Love the idea”, sadly, we arrived at the salon faster than I wanted but knowing that I would see her tomorrow made me happy, I got out and opened her door, “So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”, she nodded, “I hope you have your costume ready huh?”, I smirked at her and she scoffed

“Yeah right, I cannot even stand my normal clothing and you want me to wear a costume”, I laughed a little, “I’m kidding love, enjoy your pedicure, okay? Let me know when you get home”, she nodded and reached in for a hug before heading in, only turning to wave at me and blow a kiss which I returned.

October 29, 2021: Week Thirty-Four

New York, New York. 3:00 PM

Sarah had texted me that she was just a few blocks away so I should go ahead and check us in, which I did and picked up the color I wanted for my nails, as I was finishing choosing the door chimed in and she came in giving me a big smile and hugging me, she didn’t want to let go but had to after a few minutes

“Don’t you ever do that again! I was terrified for you”, “I’m okay now, I promise”, we chose our colors and sat down, we caught up on what I had missed up on tour, how her family was and if she was excited for Harryween, she groaned, “Don’t remind me, I feel so bad”, I furrowed my brows, “Why?”

“Rachel, our nanny’s friends are coming, but I haven’t found anyone who can help us take care of the rascal”, I scoffed at her, “I’ll take that as an offense”, she turned to look at me, “Why?”, “I’ll take care of him, give her the day off, I need all the practice I can get”, she smiled but shook her head, “I cannot ask for you to do that”, “Sarah Jones of course you can! I insist! I miss my nephew”

“Babes, are you sure? Like a 100%?”, I nodded, “Well then, it’s settled”, I smiled at her and reached to squeeze her hand, “What am I doing S?”, from my peripheral I could see she turned to see me, “What do you mean?”, I laughed, “I have a baby, that, if all goes according to plan, is supposed to come in six weeks, but could come any minute, and the only thing I have are boxes upon boxes of things, oh and one onesie washed”

I turned to look at her, “I have so much left to do and I feel like so little time to complete it; and when the father is on tour, well things get even crazier”, we both laughed, “Babes, calm down, you are okay, Mitch and H will build all the furniture on Monday and I’ll help you wash, and you can sort little by little”

“When I was as far along as you are now, I was just finishing ordering everything, even diapers, so you’re doing okay”, I nodded and took a sip of my tea, “you know you can talk to me, right?”, I nodded, “I’m terrified S, since I found out I have had everything under control, and for the first time, I feel like I have nothing under control”, I sniffled

“I still cannot believe I’m having a baby, that I will be responsible for a whole person, I feel overwhelmed by it, what if I screw up? I don’t want for him or her to end up hating me”, I sniffled and wiped the tears that had started falling, “I truly cannot understand how I can love him or her so much already, how is that even possible?”

Sarah reached her hand to mine and squeezed it, “It means that you are a mum, and that you care, and it is such a normal reaction; I had the same fears as you babe, but I promise, I swear that they will all dissipate when you meet them, I know it sounds like cliché but it’s true”, I smiled at her

“You’re not your mom, and you’ll never be your mom”, my breath shuddered, “How did you know?”, “I can see the gears turning babe; what you have to do now is get everything ready for them and dream of everything you wanna do together, rest, let everyone spoil you and truly enjoy these last six weeks, because they will fly by”

We finished getting our pedicures and started making our way to the restaurant where we had agreed to meet the girls, just before going in I pulled Sarah in for a hug, “Oh what was that for huh?”, I whispered to her, “For being my best friend and the sister I truly never had”, “Stop, you’ll make me cry” we pulled back smiling and went in to have some dumplings.

October 30, 2021: Week Thirty-Four

Harry. New York, New York. 7:30 PM

Little Rowland and I had just arrived at Madison Square Garden. After Mitch had dropped him off around 9 in the morning and ready for his morning nap, we agreed that I would pop over before showtime so that they could get some family pictures and so that they could take him home after the concert.

We have had such an awesome day of watching Cocomelon, playing with some of the plushies Sarah had packed and even had a picnic on the park near my apartment with pictures sent to parents who were really happy.

I had given little man a bath before leaving my apartment and put him on the Halloween costume Sarah had packed, he looked so cute and I couldn’t wait to see what Alessandro and the Harries had come up with for this year.

We got out of the elevator and walked down the hall that was decorated for the occasion and stopped outside the room Jeff had texted me they were in, I knocked two times and when the door was opened I let out a laugh because right in front of me stood Anna (Jeff) Wintour, who checked me up and down before speaking up, “Classy New York pregnant style, I like it”, he then removed his glasses and gave me a hug

“Oh, Glenne is going to be so jealous that I have already given you a hug and she hasn’t”, I laughed, “Hi Jeffie! I missed you, looking good in your costume”, before I could walk any further, I grabbed little man from the stroller and Lambert stopped me at the door, “Any last guesses?”, I stopped and placed a finger on my chin thinking, “Little man and I think that they will go out dressed as…ABBA”

“Dang it! Why didn’t I think of that? Okay now close your eyes” I did, and he grabbed my arm while Jeff was standing behind me, Lambert spoke up, “Okay, on the count of three you’ll open your eyes; one… two… three!”, when I did I couldn’t hide the shock on my face, they were dressed as the characters from ‘The Wizard of Oz’

Elin was dressed as Glinda the Good Witch, Niji was the Tin Man, Nyoh was the Scarecrow, Pauli was the Wizard of Oz, Sarah as the Wicked Witch of the West, Mitch as the Cowardly Lion and Harry as Dorothy, “OH MY GOD! YOU GUYS! I LOVE THIS!”, Sarah walked to me, and Little man smiled and reached for him mom, Harry made his way to me and gave me a hug, “So, what do you think?”

“I am in love! Truly the costumes and the idea is wonderful! I got to say tho, Mitch looks so happy”, everyone in the room laughed and cooed at the baby who reached to pull his father’s costume, Harry turned back to me, “And how did this little baby behave?”, I grabbed his hand and placed it where Squish was busy kicking up a storm, “Excited for tonight, they love your music”

He smiled and we turned when the door opened and Olivia came in dressed as Dolly Parton, she made her rounds around the room and I told Harry I would see him later, I wasn’t in the mood to talk with her so I got busy with Elin and Pauli; when it was time for them to go on stage Sarah handed me the baby and we both waved at them while we made our way into the changing room where we would be watching the show.

The show was a blast, and the energy was amazing, sadly I was so tired that I fell asleep with mister Rowland in my arms when they were performing ‘Cherry’. I was woken up by Sarah and Mitch who were ready to leave and gave me a ride home, we said our goodbyes and I went through my night routine, when I set my phone to charge, I saw I had a text message from Harry waiting

From H. Styles (11:16 AM): I didn’t get to say good night to you 😔Mitch told me you fell asleep with the baby, if you feel tired and want to skip tomorrow it’s okay, I’ll miss you, but your rest is more important, talk to you tomorrow, okay? Sending you and the baba my love 😘😘

October 31, 2021: Week Thirty-Four

Harry. New York, New York. 8:00 PM

Madison Square Garden was once again full of amazing people dressed in even more amazing costumes but again, I was one tired pregnant woman that did not want to wear a costume. The theme for tonight were clowns, but not the scary clowns, they had chosen to be ‘Pierrot’ style clowns, and I loved it.

The concert was a smash and Harry even sang ‘Medicine’, ‘Toxic’ and ‘Kiwi’ had been my favorites. As instructed by Glenne and Harry, Jeff had been a Godsend and helped me so much, especially when I started feeling faint halfway through, but it was nothing that a bottle of water and some snacks couldn’t fix.

I went backstage with Jeff and sat down on the couches while we waited for the band to come, when they did, we congratulated everyone, Elin came and sat down with me, “How have you been feeling?”, I turned to look at her before answering, “Good, it is so good to be out again, how’s tour for you?”

She sighed, “It’s crazy, I really didn’t think I would ever be doing something like this, I am so thankful Harry chose me to be a part of this family”, that made me smile, he always made sure for each and every one of the crew that joins them on tour to feel like a family, “I am glad to hear that Elin, I really am”

A few seconds later Harry made his way to me, and Elin excused herself, “Hey, I saw you sitting down, everything okay?”, I squeezed his arm, “I’m okay, I get tired a little faster than before and hungry, but Jeff made sure we were fed and happy”, he laughed at that

“We were thinking of going to have some dinner, you up for it?”, I nodded and he squeezed my hand, “Let me go change and we’ll go okay?”, Jeff and Anthony joined me on the couch while we waited for everyone to get ready and hoped crowds went down a little; after everyone was ready we hopped into the vans and made our way to the hotel where everyone was staying.

Harry grabbed my hand and we walked inside, the smell of garlic and tomato made my mouth water and I saw there were boxes of Joe’s pizzas, I sat down to eat with the girls and Pauli, and we had so much fun sharing stories on our childhood and tour memories.

It was around 1:30 when I started getting very sleepy and I went to look for Harry, who gave me big smile when he saw me, “Hey you, everything okay?”, “Yeah just tired, think I’ll head home now”, he stood up, “Let me drive you, yes? Everyone was about to go anyways so”, I gave him a skeptical look, “You sure? I can just order and Uber”

He rolled his eyes, “You still the most stubborn person I know huh? I`m sure, let’s go”, we said our goodbyes to the few people that were still there and made our way along with Jeff to the parking, when we got there, we said our goodbyes and Harry and I got into his car, he turned it on and the turned to look at me, “Shall we?”, I nodded, and we made our way to my house.

A few minutes before we got to my house a call from Jeff came through, which Harry answered over the speaker, “Hey, everything okay?”, Jeff nervously laughed, “uhm, I may or may not have your keys here with me, so…”, I let out a laugh and Harry did too, “So, am I supposed to sleep on my car?”

I cleared my throat, “Or you can take my couch?”, he turned to look at me, his eyes were trying to make sure I was not joking, when I nodded he spoke up, “Okay then, I’ll see you tomorrow Jeff with my keys”, we said goodnight and hung up the phone, “I guess it’s a good thing I decided to wear sweats after the concert huh?”

We arrived at my place and got out of his car and made our way upstairs, I unlocked the door and we removed our masks, coats and shoes, before he gave me a smile, “Thank you for letting me stay here, I don’t think sleeping in my car would’ve been the best choice”, I shrugged, “i mean, headlines would’ve been pretty funny if you ask me”

He followed me into the living room, and helped me remove the pillows from the sofa, I turned to look at him, “Hey, come help me bring some blankets and sheets?”, he nodded and we made our way down the hall and into the room that would be turning into the nursery, Harry stopped in the door.

I turned to ask him, “Everything okay?”, he nodded and walked inside, “I truly cannot believe this will be a nursery tomorrow”, I smiled and opened the closet, grabbing some blankets, “Well, maybe not a complete one, but the beginning”, we turned off the lights and made our way back to the living room.

After making his bed we went into the kitchen to get a cup of tea and sat down on the sofa again, I groaned when I felt a kick to my rib and he turned to look at me with a worried face, “What? Are you okay?”, I ran a hand down the spot, “Yeah, they tend to get active at this time of the night, think they’re running out of space”, we both laughed, and I placed his hand where I was feeling kicks

“How are we down to the last six weeks?”, I gave him a silent laugh, “I am also in awe about it”, he sat there in silence and a look of anxiousness, “Hey, everything oaky?”, he drank some tea and turned to look at me, “I don’t wanna go”, I squeezed his hand, “Harry…”, he squeezed back, “I live in constant anxiety that you will go into labor and I won’t be here, and as the weeks go by it grows even more”

“Honestly I was so tempted to have my mom fly directly to you instead of coming to California to see me”, I placed my cup on the floor and reached for his hands, “Hey, we both know that is a possibility, but thankfully you are on this side of the planet, so the longest it will take you to come here is six hours”, he laughed at that

“I know it is not ideal, but we have made it work, and I have a feeling this baby is not coming before its due date, even had a discussion on the matter; but… but if I were to go into labor early, these two weeks are the ‘critical’ ones because I would technically be alone, but your mom will be here from the 37 and you too”

He nodded, we finished our teas and while he used the bathroom, I washed the cups and put away some dishes I had around, as I was turning off the lights he appeared in the living room, “Y/N… thank you really for letting me stay here”, I smiled at him, “Sweet dreams H”

November 1, 2021: Week Thirty-Four

New York, New York. 1:45 AM.

I finished setting up the little snacks when there was a knock on my door, when I opened it the first things I heard was, “Well you definitely look like a mom wearing those dungarees”, I laughed and Sarah whacked Mitch on his head, “ouch! What was that for?”, she then reached to hug me

“You look beautiful mama”, Harry came in after them and kissed her head, “Hi you”, we walked into the kitchen where I had set up a little refreshment station for us, Mitch spoke up, “okay, besides being the best host, what are we supposed to do?”, I smiled

“I would really appreciate if you guys could start with the big furniture while S and I start folding all the laundry I did this week?”, Harry and Mitch nodded and they started making their way into the nursery while S and I settled on the couch, “So, I followed your recommendations and got the bins, so we can sort them truth be told we haven’t bought so many clothes, just the basics”

She nodded, “I think you did good, then when he or she gets here we will spoil them with some more clothes huh? But a baby in neutrals has my heart”, I placed a hand on my belly and turned to look at Sarah, “Wanna feel them kick?”, she nodded excitedly and I grabbed her hand, “Well hello to my favorite niece or nephew, we cannot wait to meet you, but you have to wait until we bring your dad back okay?”

When a well-aimed kick was placed where her hand was, I could say that the assignment was understood. While we folded the clothing we could hear Harry and Mitch in the room, and surprisingly there hasn’t been any accidents; we had just finished with the 3-6 month clothes when we decided we should go get the boys and take a break, Sarah stopped me and said, “Harry wants it to be a surprise, so I’ll go get them”

I nodded and stopped at the bathroom, when I came out, they were waiting for me in the kitchen, we ate some pizza and fruit and made our way back into work. “How are you guys holding up?”, Harry smiled, “Pretty good, Mitch has definitely been the MVP here, and I cannot wait for you to see it”, I smiled, “I cannot wait to see it”

It was close to 9 o clock when Harry and Mitch came out of the nursery, Sarah and I had finished a few hours ago and I showed her the bassinet and rocker we had ordered but they had not yet arrived, we turned to see them and I could see the tears in Harry’s eyes, “Hey, what are the tears for?”, he wiped them and grabbed my hand, “Come with me”

I followed him and my heart started beating so fast, he never let go of my hand and squeezed it stopping at the closed door, “I hope this is everything you envisioned when we shared those pictures and ideas”, he pulled back and I walked to the door before opening it, I took a deep breath, opened it and was in awe when I saw the nursery.

“Harry…”, I turned to him, and he came to give me a hug, he swayed us a little and kissed my head, “You like it?”, I pulled back, “Like it? I love it, this is everything I wanted and more” I sniffled and walked in to see the details they had placed, Harry walking alongside me

“I know it is very simple, but we can definitely add details when baby comes huh?”, I nodded, I sat down on the reclining chair and he kneeled in front of me and placed his hand on my belly, “think you’ll be comfortable enough while feeding them?”, I smiled, “Oh yeah, definitely, I kinda wish we settled this in my room now that you mention it”

He moved his hand across my belly hoping to feel some movement, “We can do that, we can do everything you want okay?”, we turned to look at Mitch and Sarah, who were standing at the door, Mitch had the biggest smile and Sarah was teary-eyed, they walking in hand in hand and Mitch side hugged Sarah before she spoke up

“I know we haven’t told you guys enough, but this baby is so lucky to have you two as his or her parents”, we smiled and Harry helped me stand up and went in to hug her and Mitch, we pulled back after a few seconds, “Thank you guys, we couldn’t have done this without you two”, Mitch spoke up, “Anytime, we truly enjoy being with you guys and this little baby”

November 5, 2021: Week Thirty-Five

Harry. Tacoma, Washington. 3:30 PM

After we finished rehearsals Mitch, Sarah and I decided to grab some lunch and rest for the rest of the day, Y/N and I had continued to talk and discuss everything related to the baby, and slowly but surely, I felt us getting closer, while Olivia and I, well things were not really good between us

“H?”, I turned to look at Mitch, “What’s on your mind?”, I shrugged, “Y/N”, they both turned to look at each other, and I furrowed my brows, “What?”, Sarah gave me a small smile, “Nothing, just wanted to know what was going on between you guys?”, “I mean, we have been getting closer, just trying to figure out what we are missing related to the baby”

“Just tell her already”, I turned to look at Mitch, “What?”, he rolled his eyes, “Mate, I don’t know who you are trying to fool, we can all see it, the fact that you are in love with her”, I sighed, “Mitch, we have been over this”, he interrupted me, “Yeah yeah you are with Olivia and you are working in your relationship… how much longer will you keep up that excuse?”

Sarah gasped, “Mitch!”, “What Sarah? We all know it, we all see it, hell even he knows it, but he doesn’t want to admit it, or am I wrong Harry?”, I cleared my throat, “H?”, I sighed, “I don’t know Mitch, I don’t know”, “Mate you do, don’t lie to yourself anymore, please”, I turned to look at him angrily, “And what should I do with Olivia huh?”

“Leave her”, I turned to look at Sarah like she had grown another head, “What?”, she came and sat down next to me on the couch on my dressing room, “H, you're not happy, you know who your heart truly belongs to, so why keep ignoring it? It is killing you to do so, I can see it”

She sat up straighter and told me, “She may not be my best friend, but I've grown to like her, and Olivia does not deserve your false love”, she squeezed my arm, “Harry, don’t fight it anymore, choose yourself to be happy, for once, and choose with your heart”, I smiled at her and sat down to play with the little boy who was in the floor playing on his mat and picked him up.

The little boy in my arms offered me a smile when I pulled a funny face at him, his parents laughed, a few moments later he settled in my arms, I kissed his head and took a swig of my beer

“What if she doesn't love me anymore?”, they both let out a laugh and I turned to look at them, “What?”, Mitch spoke up, “Harry, are you serious?”, I nodded

Sarah came and kneeled in front of me, squeezing my knee, “H, that girl is so in love with you; yes she is hurt and yes she is still healing, but your love goes beyond this”, Mitch then spoke up, “That doesn't mean you don't have to work your ass off for her to forgive you, and you have to respect her grieving and healing process, but things will work out for you two”, I turned to look at him, “You really think so?”, he smiled at me, “I know so, and in the end, I will gladly tell you ‘I told you so’”

I nodded at him, “I think I will need to cancel our plans in California, maybe you can still take my mom, I have a conversation that is overdue”, they both nodded, we continued to lounge and Jeff came to join us, around five we all took our separate ways and Sarah turned to look at me before the door to their room closed, “H, if you need us, just call okay?”, I nodded and went into my room which was further down the hall.

November 8, 2021: Week Thirty-Five

New York, New York. 11:30 PM.

Little Squish, in fifteen minutes time the official countdown will begin! We will have four weeks until you are set to arrive, we are hoping that you will hold up until said four weeks are done, but we will welcome you when you feel like coming to see us.

Your dad is on the edge over this, especially since he is currently touring the West Coast and won’t be back until two weeks from your due date, so you can say that he’s kinda nervous and anxious, but don’t worry he’ll make sure to be here when you decide to be born.

We feel so excited because we have finished your nursery! Your dad, uncle Mitch, auntie Sarah and I worked on getting ready your nursery and baby I am so in love with it, daddy and I cannot really wait to see you there and grow up. Your grandma Anne and your aunt Gemma will be here in three weeks! This is so exciting for everyone here baby, your grandpa Des will also be here, he is your daddy’s father, and even if him and your grandma got a divorce, they love their children above all and they will love you too! I love you so much baby, let the countdown begin <3

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I'm inspired by the recent talk of Sweeney and I need some fluff in my life featuring Lucius/Izzy (just accidentally read an anti-Izzy fic! booo! ☹️), soooooo could we get a scene when Izzy and Luc get home from the Olympics and see Sweeney for the first time after being away?

( I am so sorry cause this started cute and then got very serious because I kept meaning to finally have Izzy and Lucius talk post-Hymn and I guess I was ready! So this isn't actually fluff, but I think it's still some pro-Izzy content?)

The first place Izzy went was Read’s door which Lucius probably could’ve predicted if he’d thought about it for more than a second. He set down his bags outside their door and slumped against the door frame.

Lucius was starting to think that he hated travel. Sure he’d had a few nice vacations over the years, but between a hotel that he never thought about and this recent emotional gauntlet, he never wanted to leave home again.

“Hi!” Read opened the door with a bright smile. “You’re home!”

“We are,” Izzy agreed. “You good?”

“Yep, and so’s your place. I just went in this morning. All the mail is in your basket and I turned the a/c on, so you should be good to go.”

“Thanks,” Izzy gave her a short nod. Then sighed as Read hugged him. “It was a week.”

“I know, but an exciting one,” she winked at Lucius over Izzy’s shoulder as the man hugged her back. Lucius suppressed a tired laugh. “He did good.”

“He did,” Izzy drew away. “I’ll be back in the office in two days. Should be enough time for you two to clean up after yourselves.”

“Place is totally fine,” Read shrugged. “You could come back tomorrow morning.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Maybe you should,” she met the challenge.

The stare off was also kind of funny, but if Lucius didn’t shower soon, he was going to itch off his top layer of skin and he'd left his keys inside Izzy's apartment. They didn't both need them.

“You’ll be too jet lagged,” he put in. “Come on, goblin, I’m dying for hot water.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Izzy shook his head. “Two days.”

“Okay, boss,” Read laughed and shut the door in his face.

Pete would be nearly home already too and Lucius could picture him already preparing stories for Frenchie and John. Lucius would join him tomorrow. He’d considered breaking the routine they’d set up to go home with him today, but if he was honest, he needed the break. Every conversation they had now felt tender and a little fraught, neither of them fully healed from the burn just yet.

From deep inside the apartment, there was a tiny sound as they walked in. It started off tiny anyway. Sweeney streaked into the living room, spotted Izzy and then raced to butt his head against the man’s shins with desperate cries.

“I think someone missed you,” Lucius said wryly.

“It was just a week,” Izzy said, but it sounded far more hollow than when he’d said it to Read.

Izzy squatted down and Sweeney put his paws onto Izzy’s knees, rubbing his face against his goatee.

“Hey, hey now,” Izzy said softly and Lucius’ already bruised heart melted a little further. “Don’t be ridiculous, you’re okay. Read took good care of you.”

“Mew,” Sweeney rebutted.

Izzy picked the cat off the floor with a sigh. “Why don’t you go shower, pup?”

“Yeah, I will.” Lucius reached out to offer Sweeney his fingers and the cat licked his fingertips. “Oh wow, never done that before.”

“He’s getting soft in his old age,” Izzy said as if he wasn’t rubbing Sweeny’s intact ear between his fingers gentle as anything.

Lucius watched them for a bit longer, swayed away from his immediate needs by the quiet moment. But he did really need a shower. With a sigh, he left behind his suitcase and made for the bathroom. The relief of being in the familiar bathroom with the very assertive water pressure that Izzy preferred was tremendous. Lucius stood beneath the stream for a long time, letting the heat melt the knots between his shoulders.

When he got out, he could smell something cooking. With just a towel around his waist, he went to investigate. Izzy was standing at the stove while Sweeney lingered at his feet, watching it with the same intentness.

“We have food?” Lucius asked, bemused.

“Froze some things before we left. Hate coming home to an empty fridge,” Izzy shrugged. “It’s just some chicken parm.”

“You’re amazing and I love you, if I haven’t told you lately,” Lucius enthused, suddenly starving.

“It’ll take a half hour at least,” Izzy smiled fractionally without taking his eyes off the oven. He looked sleepy and rumpled.

“Time enough for a shave,” Lucius nodded.

“And to put your clothes in the hamper.”

“We just got back!”

Izzy lifted his heavy gaze from the oven to Lucius’ face and lifted some unimpressed eyebrows. Lucius sighed.

“Yeah, fine.”

Of course, Izzy had already unpacked his things, including his bathroom stuff which he’d somehow put away without Lucius hearing him enter or exit. Lucius added his clothes to the hamper, having to jam down a little considering how much he’d gone through. Touching each item brought back unhappy jolts of memory.

Let Izzy wash it all away if that’s what he wanted. Lucius threw crumpled receipts and tissues into the wastebasket as he turned out pockets. Tomorrow, Lucius would do the same for Pete, taking back over his little domestic chores. Trying for normal.

They sat at the island to eat. Or Lucius sat and Izzy stood on the other side as he generally preferred and conversation was jettisoned in favor of eating a meal that finally tasted like something after so many in a row on an airplane or in the airport.

Izzy’s eyes were heavy-lidded and despite the early hour, they both gave in to the call of jetlag, falling into bed by mutual agreement. Lucius' sleep was mercifully deep and untroubled by dreams. He slept through Izzy getting up and going for his run, waking to the sound of the shower.

He rolled out of bed and made them both oatmeal. They made it through breakfast without talking too, but then there was nothing left for it. Without discussion they both headed for the couch and Izzy sat down beside him instead of on the floor.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t talked about it. It had been unavoidable, but Izzy had kept the focus on Pete as much as possible or trying to distract Lucius. It was good to be supported like that. Believed and trusted that strongly. Izzy didn’t doubt that Lucius had kept it a secret for good reason, and hadn't implied he owed more of him than Lucius had been willing to give. It was more than Lucius deserved, but he had taken it with both hands.

“Ask me,” Lucius said now. “Whatever you want to know.”

Izzy nodded slightly, looking straight past Lucius, staring into space as far as he could tell.

“I’m not sure what I want to know,” Izzy said slowly.

“No? You’ve had time to think about it.”

“Yeah, but...dunno,” Izzy shrugged. “I don’t really care, I guess.”

“Iz. What?” How did this man never fail to surprise him? To wrong foot him?

“I care that it upsets you. But it doesn’t change you. Doesn’t change what we have together. So your father is a piece of shit? Yeah, mine too. Yours is in prison? Mine should be and we both fucking know it. He just kept his shit closer to home where it’s harder to see.”

“Yeah, but I knew...well. I guess I didn’t know your father was alive right away,” Lucius recalled. “You were pretty cagey about that.”

“Mm. Preferred not to think about,” Izzy nodded. “Bet you did too.”

“Preferred is not the word,” Lucius groaned. “But okay. So...I’m starting to get a better picture here. You can relate?”

“And that’s just not how we work, is it? You and Pete have that kind of...” Izzy paused, fishing for the right words, “you love each other like that. Showing each other everything and leaving nothing back, right?”

“I guess,” Lucius considered. “Yeah. Secrets aren’t really our thing.”

“And we're different. Though I think if I’d ever asked you point blank where the fuck your father was, you might’ve told me.”

“I don’t know that. I’m not going to lie and say I would’ve for sure.”

“Okay. But if Pete had? If he pushed you at all?”

Lucius sighed, then nodded, “Yeah. Yeah probably.”

“We’ve always had things we didn’t say. Places we didn’t go,” Izzy said without any noticeable upset at the idea. “And most of those belonged to me. I figured we didn’t go there because you didn’t really want to know. But now I think...kept us even, huh? Even if I didn’t know that's what was happening.”

“A little,” his voice came out small. “You’re really not angry? I kept waiting for it to bubble over. Sometimes your anger has a hang time.”

Izzy shook his head. “Really not, pup. I- this might hurt your feelings, I don’t know.”

“Say it anyway.”

“He scares you. You’re scared. How can I be pissed when you hid something out of fear? I did everything because I was afraid for so long. I get it.”

“I’m not-” he started to snap, then closed his mouth in a hurry. Scared? He was scared of a lot of things. Blood, heights, dogs that barked too loud.

But maybe there was something below that. He could push past heights to pain the mural. He could keep his cool around blood if someone he loved was hurting.

There was a different kind of fear. The kind that got him at the hotel, that deep dark phantom of death. That’s where his father’s memory lived, Lucius thought. In the pits.

“I’m not afraid of what he’ll do,” Lucius reached out, took Izzy’s hand and was painfully grateful when Izzy laced their fingers together. “I’m afraid of how much of myself I’ll see in him.”

“You will,” Izzy said and it was so stark it was almost painful. “Some. But just the parts that were worth taking. Eddy always had that right. See the few good bits, fish ‘em out and steal them for yourself.”

“But...it’s dark. Those parts.”

Izzy nodded. “Seems like something you should like..talk to a therapist about or something.”

“...oh you asshole,” Lucius started laughing and only laughed harder when Izzy looked very pleased with himself. “How fucking long have you been waiting to say that?”

“Mm, fifteen years give or take.”

“Long wait for a gag. What’ll you do now?”

“Dunno. But it’ll probably be with you, so it’ll be good.”

That cut his laugh dead and Lucius just launched himself into Izzy’s lap. “I hate how good you’ve gotten at all that. Such a smooth talker these days.”

“Got a funny way of showing hate,” Izzy shifted a little, balanced Lucius comfortably on his thighs.

“I’ll show you more of it before I have to go.”

Lucius leaned down to kiss him. Maybe he’d be a little dark for a half hour or so, the casual kindly cruelty of their intimacy overtaking him. If he had grabbed bits of his father for himself at least they were of use here, taking care of Izzy exactly the way he wanted while Lucius scratched at a deep painful itch.

Afterwards, the imprint of his fingers still lingering around Izzy’s neck, he asked,

“Would you have fallen in love with me if I couldn’t do this?”

“You wouldn’t be you, so the question is stupid to begin with.”

“But when we met I didn’t know I could do this.”

“You put your hand on my chest and told me what to do within a half hour of meeting me, even though you had every reason to be afraid of me,” Izzy reminded him. “You didn’t have to know. I knew.”

“I love you,” Lucius kissed the marks on his neck.

“Love you too, pup.”

On his way out the door, Lucius stopped to pet Sweeney, pressing kisses on his head. “You keep an eye on him for me, would you?”

Lighter, ready, Lucius went back out into the city. His husband was waiting for him and Lucius felt ready to begin their life again, maybe a little unsteadily for a bit, but the path ahead still stretched out before him like a fresh promise.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #goblin king and the pup #izzy hands #lucius black

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Marigold // jmk // Pt. 8

Summary: After staying behind while Danny goes on tour, you do everything you can to salvage your relationship. Will you be successful? Or will you find refuge elsewhere?

Word Count: ~5.5k

Warnings: slight angst, TONS of fluff, and SMUT(minors dni!), oral(f!receiving), unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it plz!), little praise, tons of sweet talk, cursing, lmk if there’s any i missed!

A/N: i’m surprised i finished this in time but i’m so happy that i could. only tagging those who indicated they wanted to be tagged in NSFW content, so if you’re on my taglist and don’t see your name, that’s why! i hope y’all enjoy

playlist // Chamomile Masterpost // Marigold Masterpost

Part 8

Your previous night’s plan of not drinking too much wine worked. You woke up with no headache, no foggy memories, no jumbled recollections. Absolutely no trouble in remembering exactly what happened between you and Josh, just hours before.

It had been what you wanted. You purposely drank less throughout the night so you could remember the day perfectly. You wanted to recall each and every second of the day, every sweet gesture from Josh, everything he had done for you. And you succeeded. But now you wished you had a reason to go back on what you had done. If you would’ve just had more to drink, you would have something to blame such a careless action on.

Josh hadn’t said anything to you about the kiss, other than his abundant apologies that spilled directly afterward. He was never specific about what exactly he was sorry for, which only made your mind race more. Was he apologizing because he didn’t feel the same? That he had misled you into thinking that’s what he wanted? Or were the apologies just for the pain that he knew he had caused, as soon as he pulled away?

It wasn’t the rejection that hurt you the most. That’s something you had been dealing with for the past month or so, especially within the past few days, with Danny. It wasn’t even the fact that you might’ve made a fool of yourself by pursuing something that you weren’t sure Josh was interested in. Embarrassment and insecurities were the last of your worries.

Truthfully, it was the possibility that you had made him uncomfortable with your efforts. That you had overstepped a boundary that seemed to be clear to everyone but yourself. You were terrified that you’d never be able to be that close to Josh - or any of the band, for that matter - ever again.

There was really no logical reasoning behind your worries, and you knew that. Sure, Josh had pulled away from you, putting an end to your first, and potentially your last, kiss shared with him. But before all of that, he also kissed you back. He had kissed you like his life depended on it, and there was no denying that. He couldn’t blame it on the wine, he wasn’t forced to kiss you back, there were no other factors. There had to have been some sort of meaning behind his reciprocation.

If anything, there were more potential factors in the prolonging of the kiss than there were in its termination. He has a show tomorrow, and he should be flying out today. Maybe he was genuinely tired and knew he needed to sleep before his travels. Either way, he didn’t give you a reason to feel bad about kissing him. It was just hard not to reflect on how hard he had gripped your hips to pull you away. You wouldn’t be surprised if there were bruises from how tightly he had held you, and how his grasp only tightened to disconnect you both.

You decided you’d act as if nothing happened. As if there was absolutely nothing that needed to be discussed or acknowledged. If he was the one who stopped the kiss, he was to be the one who brought it back up. But for now, according to you, you didn’t kiss your best friend.

Although you couldn’t feel his arm around your waist, you knew he was still laying beside you when you woke up. His body heat radiated against you, permeating through the thin tank top you had decided to sleep in. His steady, rhythmic breathing pattern was still audible, just barely, from his place beside you. You debated on moving, scared that if you switched your position, he’d wake up or get out of bed. If you stayed here, maybe you’d be able to stay with him, in this moment with no worries, for longer than you would otherwise.

But the opportunity to get a glimpse of him in his most peaceful state was too great to miss. Especially since you weren’t sure when you’d get to be in this position again.

Slowly, you turned to face him, acting as if you were simply repositioning in your sleep. You kept your eyes closed at first, but you didn’t miss the chance to wrap your arms around him and snuggle into his side as much as possible. He didn’t move, and you would’ve believed he was still asleep until he let out a deep sigh.

When you looked up at him, his eyes were bright and awake. He had been up for a while, but he hadn’t changed out of the clothes he wore to sleep, so you knew he hadn’t gotten out of bed.

He had both of his palms tucked under his head, and he was staring at the ceiling, only blinking when he realized you were awake. The expression on his face was similar to the one he donned right after he pulled away from you last night, conflicted, almost pained. He was holding back.

You forced a smile at him, trying to bring his attention to you and away from whatever was on his mind. But when that wasn’t enough, you decided to break the morning’s silence with a raspy greeting.

“Good morning,” you said softly. You kept a smile on your face and brought your hand to his chest, swiping your thumb over the cotton barrier between you and his skin.

Josh grumbled a low “Mornin’.” in response. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make your worrying worse.

“You sleep okay?” You pressed, hoping that conversation would draw something out of him.

At first, he stayed quiet, only responding by shrugging as best as he could in his position. When he realized you were still waiting on a verbal answer, he sighed again. “Yeah, I guess so.”

You tried not to become frustrated with him. His tone, the distant phrases, it seemed all too familiar to you. He never was like this with you, but you had been dealing with this demeanor from someone for the past month. It irritated you that he had fallen under the same strides as someone he was helping you heal from.

You pushed it aside, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Again, he was never like this with you. Maybe something was genuinely wrong, something you could help with.

“Why ‘you guess’?” you asked, trying to keep your voice soft enough to make you seem approachable, especially with the circumstances at hand.

This time, he didn’t answer you at all. He didn’t move, he didn’t sigh, he didn’t give much of a hint that he even heard you speak.

You raised from your spot in the bed, positioning yourself where you could look down at him and search his expression. You found nothing, or at least nothing that you hadn’t already heard in his voice. “What’s going on?”

Nothing.

He was avoiding something, desperately trying to bypass a topic that he was afraid to bring up. You could sense it, and he gave himself away by closing his eyes as if you’d disappear if he couldn’t see you.

“Josh, please-“

“Why did you do it?”

You blinked at him, taken aback by his interruption. “What?”

He opened his eyes, at first avoiding your gaze, but he slowly turned to look at you. “Why did you kiss me?”

You hadn’t anticipated the conversation to be brought up at all, much less first thing in the morning. You fully expected Josh to act like it didn’t happen, carry on being friends if anything at all. The accusatory tone made you feel defensive, but the pleading look in his eyes let you know that he desperately needed a truthful response. Instead, you decided to reply with a question of your own. “Why did you let me?”

For the first time all morning, he moved. His palms were pulled from under his head, and he dragged them across his face before letting them rest there. It was muffled when he answered you. “You were drunk. I-”

“I had a couple of glasses of wine. I was not drunk.”

“You know what I mean, Y/N,” he groaned. He removed his hands from his face, revealing a look of defeat to match his exasperated voice. “Just… why did you do it?”

You tried to sort through your thoughts to answer his question. Of course, you had your reasoning behind kissing him, but what did it matter? It happened, and what is an explanation going to do to change that? If anything, telling him that you had feelings for him would make the situation worse. Everything else seemed to not be enough to properly explain your side of it all, so you just opened your mouth and decided to let words flood out.

You looked away from him and sat up completely, hugging your knees to your chest so you felt some sort of comfort while you spoke. “You’re leaving today, I just-“

“What?”

“-didn’t know when I’d get to see you again or get another chance to, to kiss you again-“

“Wait, hold on.” It was Josh’s turn to sit up now. “What do you mean? I’m not leaving today.”

Somehow, his gentle voice brought you back down from the high of your anxiety. His kind and caring nature was back, making you comfortable to take a breath and look him in the eyes again. “You’re not? But you have a show tomorrow-“

“Tomorrow night,” he finished for you. “I’m flying out tomorrow morning. Unless you want me to leave? I can find a-”

“Oh, no, no, no.” The repeated words came out rushed. Him leaving sooner than he had to was the last thing you wanted. You even found that in your attempts to clarify yourself, you had instinctively placed a hand on his that was placed in his lap. You hesitantly pulled it away before you unintentionally overstepped another boundary. “You’re not mad, are you? about the kiss?”

“No? …god no. It was amazing, Bip.” He grabbed the hand that you had pulled away from him, holding it in both of his and looking at your fingers as he traced them. “Every time you look at me, every time you touch me, I never wish you’d stop. I just… I can’t be your rebound. I wish I could be that for you, but this means so much more to me.”

“What? Josh no that’s not what this is.” You turned your body entirely to him, trying and failing to get his attention back to your face so he understood your sincerity. “The timing is bad, I know, but I promise that this isn’t out of desperation. You’ve been the only one to make me genuinely happy lately. I like who I am with you.”

You surprised yourself with your admission, but you were glad to finally start the conversation you had been dreading. He seemed to rummage through the words, his eyebrows furrowed in contemplation.

“I can’t, we can’t-“

“And why not?” You pleaded. “We don’t have to put labels on anything, we can figure out the details as we go, and Danny doesn’t even have to know. Not yet at least-”

“He already does!”

The three words made his breathing sound much more labored than it had just seconds before, as if he had been holding his breath to keep from saying them.

“What?“

Josh worked to regain his composure, rubbing his thumb over your hand again to self-soothe. “That day. When he told me to stop talking to you, it wasn’t just because I was ‘too involved’ with you guys. It was because he thought I had feelings for you,” he stated softly, biting his lip out of nervousness before glancing back up at you to gauge your reaction.

You finally began to put the pieces together. “And you listened to him… because he was right.”

Josh closed his eyes once more, soaking in the fact that his biggest, most nerve-wracking secret was finally out in the open. It had been obvious, he knew that, but until now, he was able to deny it. He had an out if things went bad, if Danny had changed his mind about leaving the best thing that had ever happened to him. Now, he was at his most vulnerable. Confessing to years of aching that had been tucked away from you.

“How long?” You looked at him with an expression of bafflement, and it was almost as if you had read his mind. He sighed as he locked his eyes with yours, preparing himself to fully put his heart on the line.

“Bip, this past month has made me realize how deep I actually feel for you, but it’s been for as long as I can remember. You’ve always been my best friend, but now I realize that I’ve always wanted you to be more.” He hesitated before continuing, trying to not bring any more sore subjects to the conversation. “Even when he finally told us that you guys were dating, I didn’t know why it hurt so bad. I convinced myself that the pain was just nostalgia - just the fact that we were growing up, ya know? But now… I realize that I wanted to be him.”

“I’m glad you’re not him,” you said, squeezing his hand as a reminder.

He shrugged. “You guys always clicked more. You were closer. I didn’t have a chance.”

“But you do now,” you prompted. “This is more for me, too. I was a little late figuring it out… but I really like you, Josh.”

The hint of a smile tipped his lips, but he tried to remain calm after your revelation. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”

“I mean it more than you know,” you breathed, thankful to see even the smallest indication that he wasn’t in distress, that this conversation was going just how you both dreamed it would. “But I hope I can prove it to you, if you’d like that.”

He tipped his head back in relief before bringing his attention back to you. “It’s everything I want. I want you. I want us. And every single late night, early morning, glass of wine, FaceTime, all of it. I want it all with you.”

You giggled at the fervor behind his words as your nerves started to dissipate. “Josh-”

“I’m sorry for last night. I really am.” While he spoke, his hands rose from yours to your forearms. “Please believe me when I say that I never wanted to end that kiss. Things just feel so complicated and heavy, and above all things, all I can think about is how fucking in love with you I am. And how much that scares me.”

“It’s okay. We can figure things out as they come. But I don’t think I can risk giving up on such a good thing because of fear. Not again.”

He was quiet for a while, but this time, you could tell he was trying to soak in the moment’s realness. Take it all in so he could remember you telling him that you wanted him. His eyes dropped to where his hands were working against your skin. One had stilled on your forearm, but the other was still tracing up to your bicep. He watched as goosebumps rose across your shoulder and your neck while the digits graced the areas, lightly traversing their way to your jaw so he could cup your cheek. It was then that he finally looked back into your eyes to whisper, “Being with you is the only thing that makes sense to me.”

You blushed with a goofy smile, making him chuckle at you. “Please just fucking kiss me. And don’t pull away this time.”

Josh shook his head, not in a way of denying you, but in a way of warning. “If I kiss you, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

You grinned. “Then don’t.”

He smiled as he inched closer to kiss you once, just a soft, gentle peck to test the waters. To make sure that this was real, that you were his and he was yours. It was much like the beginning of last night’s kiss, but this time, there were no secrets, no unspoken feelings, nothing left unsaid. It seemed as if you both sighed in remission at the same time, pulling away just barely before reconnecting to ensue a deeper kiss.

Your heads pushed and pulled against one another in hungry affection. The eagerness was contagious, and you smiled against each other’s lips in response to one another.

You thought you’d pick up right where you left off, hoping to straddle him again to get as close as you could, but Josh had other ideas. You couldn’t see him much, but you felt him shifting both of your bodies. Soon enough, he had slotted himself between your legs and was easing you to rest your back on the mattress below you. All while never parting from your lips.

The thin layers of your shorts and his pants allowed you to feel him, all of him, on top of you. With every swipe of your tongue, he was growing harder, and you wanted - you needed - to feel more. You let one hand lace through his hair while the other traveled down to his waist, wrapping around to rest on his lower back. He groaned against your lips as you pushed his hips down, raising yours to allow just a bit of friction against your clothed core.

He took the opportunity to hitch one of your legs up onto his hip, bringing you impossibly closer to the sensation you were craving. You whimpered as he nipped at your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth to relieve the pain. He let his mouth wander, just as yours did to him, across your jaw, down your throat, and sucking on the skin in his path. His mouth was euphoric in every way, and you craved his mouth on you at all times.

He tugged at your tank top, asking for permission without taking the time to make the words. You huffed “You too,” before working to peel the fabric off of you. Josh quickly detached from you to rid himself of his own shirt, and when the job was completed, he sucked in a gasp at the sight of your completely exposed chest.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in awe, trailing a shaky hand up your stomach to hesitantly cup one of your breasts.

You blushed and sighed as you felt his thumb graze your nipple. Your hand mirrored his actions, traveling from his abdomen to his torso, across his tan shoulder to rest on the back of his neck. You couldn’t make a response before he lowered to attach his mouth to the nub he had just brushed against.

The wet, warm feeling of his tongue on your body made your back arch into him. You held him to you while he worked, looking up at you with wide eyes to make sure you were feeling as good as he hoped. Your legs wrapped around him almost reflexively, and you ground yourself against him, already losing yourself in the feeling of his mouth on you and his cock barely rubbing against you.

While Josh moved to pay equal attention to the opposite breast, you squirmed under him in an attempt to rid yourself of your shorts and underwear, hoping to eliminate another barrier that existed between you. It was a grueling task, but once the pieces of clothing were removed, you snaked a hand to your dripping core to relieve yourself of the ache that Josh had caused.

You had only rubbed a few circles on your clit when you felt him tightly grab your wrist and pull away from you.

“Hey,” he chided, raising your hand to pin above you. “Let me make you feel good, okay?”

You were breathless, unable to make words to explain yourself or relent to his wishes. You settled for an eager nod, awaiting whatever else he had in store for you.

“Let me do the work,” he directed, lowering his hips to meet yours again. He smirked as you shuddered a breath and strained against his hold on your wrists. “What do you want, baby?”

“Your mouth.” The words came out choked and fragmented, but it was the best you could do initially with the desire bubbling in you. “Please, let me have your mouth, Josh.”

Without another word, he released your hands and dropped down to your core, leaving wet kisses in his path. He hovered there briefly, looking up at you and enjoying the sight of your chest heaving as you tried to control your breathing. His warm breath fanned across your skin, and he hooked his arms under your legs. His grip on your hips was firm before he even touched you, but you soon understood why.

As soon as his mouth began to lap at you, you felt as if you’d burst at the seams. He had his hands pressed into your skin because he knew you’d be a squirming mess once you finally got what you wanted. He was holding you down to the mattress, and the restraint only added to your arousal.

Your hands found his hair again, using the curls as reins both to serve as an outlet or source of grounding, and to have an excuse to keep your hands on him in any way possible. With every tug against his locks, you found that he moaned into you, and you used that to your advantage.

His kitten licks turned hungry, not letting you prepare for a new pace before he set it. You felt a finger glide through your folds, gathering your arousal mixed with his saliva, before pressing into your entrance. The combination of his mouth on your clit and his finger inside of you was nearly enough to have you withering immediately, but it was when you looked down at him again that you almost lost yourself.

Josh’s eyes were closed, eyelashes fluttering as he focused on your pleasure. He was groaning even when you weren’t pulling his hair, and you eventually found the reason why. His hips were bucking into the bed, desperately trying to gain some friction while still concentrating on you. The sight made the sensation much more intense, with the addition of his finger curling inside you.

You whimpered, “Josh- fuck - I’m gonna-”

He cut you off with another low moan that vibrated against you and permitted you to let go. You unraveled as he sucked your clit into your mouth, feeling you pulse around his finger and against his tongue. It was different than you had ever experienced, and you knew you would never get enough of him.

He slowed his movements, working you through your orgasm and back to the present. His chin glistened with your release, and he had a sheen of perspiration on his forehead. His grin was one of satisfaction, and you could still feel the mattress moving slightly from him slowly fucking himself against it. You felt empty as soon as his finger was removed from you, but he quickly moved to bring it to your lips.

“Taste how sweet you are, mama,” he rasped. His voice matched his fucked out expression, even though you hadn’t touched him yet.

You took his finger into your mouth, sucking on the digit fervently and moaning around it. You watched him, soaking in the admiration he was showing you with the prideful look in his eyes. He smiled down at you while you licked the juices off of him.

“My sweet girl,” he praised. “Sweet, sweet girl.”

He removed his hand, and you immediately scrambled to grasp the waistband of his pants. The desire to have him in your mouth was only halfway fulfilled by his finger, and when that was taken away from you, the craving was back with a vengeance.

“Slow down,” he cooed. “Tell me what to do.”

“Can I make you feel good? I want to get you off-”

“And you will,” he promised, stilling your hands and taking over the job of undressing himself. “I want this to be about you.”

It made you blush to see him completely exposed to you. Josh was your best friend, someone you had regrettably never imagined in this way before. But now that you had him, right here in front of you, you wanted him enough to make up for the years lost. It was overwhelming in the best way, and your heart lurched at the thought of having him all to yourself.

He chuckled as he saw you ogling at his form, and he reached down to caress one of your warm cheeks as if he was trying to soothe the blood that had rushed there. He closed the distance, pausing just inches away from your face.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, gazing into your eyes like he’d never be able to again. You nodded, breathing a faint word of compliance before he kissed you again.

Your lips connected again, and you could still taste yourself on him. His hand never left your cheek, but you could feel his other one reach under you to grab a handful of your ass. You lifted yourself to give him better access, but in the process, you rubbed your core against his hard, stiff cock, making both of you groan into each other’s mouths. You repeated the motion a few times, and you even felt Josh’s nails digging into your skin from the sensation. His grip moved from your cheek to cup the bottom of your chin in between his thumb and index finger, tightly grasping the underside of your jaw.

You reached between your bodies, taking him into your hands and lining him with your entrance. He took the hint and, without releasing your lips from his, pushed his hips forward. Your hands returned to the back of his neck, and you whined with the burning stretch of him inside you. He swallowed each of the noises until you had to pull away for air.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you,” he whispered to you while you panted against his lips. He didn’t dare move, but he let his forehead rest against yours while he waited on the go-ahead. You stayed like that until you believed you were ready, nodding once the majority of the stinging had subsided.

Josh started at a gentle pace, but it quickly grew into something more intense, more passionate. He released your jaw from his hand, instead using it to prop himself up and gain better control of his movements. The other was still clutching onto your thigh, keeping it in place on his hip even though you wouldn’t unwrap your legs from him until he told you to. The angle allowed him to reach deeper inside you, and you could already feel yourself climbing that hill all over again.

For a while, he had his head tucked into your neck, his facial hair tickling you slightly as he kissed and sucked on the skin. Eventually, though, he missed seeing your face, so he pulled away to look at you.

His eyebrows were furrowed, his nose scrunched ever so slightly, and his lips were open to sing sweet praises to you. His curls bounced with each thrust. He looked like an angel, one that was speaking the gospel to you in the most sinful way. You held his face in your hands, swiping his parted lips with your thumb before he nuzzled into you to kiss your palm.

“I love you, Bip,” he murmured. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

The saccharine tone mixed with the lewd sounds created from your bodies made you blush even more than his words did. He had longed for this moment, and you were glad to give it to him. You pulled his face back down to give him another kiss.

“I love you, too,” you spoke against his lips.

He gave you another peck before sitting back on his calves, grabbing both of your hips and pulling you to meet his thrusts, which were quickly becoming sloppy. You knew you were getting close, and you brought your hands to play with your nipples to bring yourself even closer

“I can feel you, baby. I’m almost there, too.”

With the angle, the pace, and the delicious friction of his groin rubbing against your clit, you couldn’t imagine any of it getting better.

“P-please, don’t stop,” you stuttered. You threw your hands to his forearms, gripping and clawing at him as the burning ache in your core was growing with each thrust.

“I won’t. Let yourself go. I’m here, I’m not leaving.” He spoke in broken sentences, almost as if he was repeating mantras to you to reassure you of his presence.

And it worked. You both came together in unison, moaning each other’s names, repeating words of praise and affection, cursing at the overstimulation that caused him to still himself inside you. His lowering himself to catch your lips into another kiss of passion was almost automatic. He didn’t move, he only let the connection say all of the things he wasn’t able to put into words yet.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close until he was ready to detach himself from you. Once your lips separated, he tucked his head back into your neck to complete the embrace.

“I really do love you, Joshua. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out,” you said into his neck.

You felt him shake his head as he shushed you. “We’re here now. That’s all I need.”

–

The morning came much too soon. You had spent the rest of the previous day wrapped up with him, doing whatever you felt like doing, if anything at all. You should’ve felt as if you had spent forever with him in your bed, but when you woke up with Josh’s alarm, you realized just how fast time with him flew.

Like him, you were sad about the morning coming. You had spent such a short time with his presence, but you had quickly become accustomed to having him around. Domestic wasn’t the right word for it. Everything just felt so right.

Josh had been your rock when things were uncertain, and he quickly became your shelter in a time of storm. Having him near you, being with him in all ways possible, was natural, and you were upset that you had wasted so much time dancing around your emotions.

You had spent the morning working with him to pack his things before he had to fly back to finish the tour. You were grabbing things from your bathroom while he was folding his clothes and stuffing them back into the suitcase, going through your living room and kitchen to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. You only found the marigold candle, which he insisted you keep, telling you to light it when you missed him.

Now you stood outside his Jeep, bags packed and inside, engine running and A/C on to cool. You were in front of him, and he was propped against the car, holding your hands while you both waited for the inevitable.

“When will I get to see you again?” You murmured, tears threatening to spill over. You had done so well with not getting emotional the whole morning, but now, it was hard to hold back.

He shrugged and grazed his thumb on top of your hand. “You could always come to a show or two.”

You had already been tentative about going on tour to begin with, but now, with the budding new relationship - and the old one that was still wilting - you were much too hesitant to go watch them perform, even if just for a single show.

Upon seeing your uncertainty, he released a knowing sigh and squeezed your hands. “I’ll call you. Just like old times.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He released your hands to wrap his arms around your neck, engulfing you into another embrace that would hopefully hold out until the next time you got to see him. You felt him kiss the top of your head before pulling away after what seemed like hours. His brown eyes searched yours with sincerity, and you could see they were filled with tears as well.

You huffed a laugh at yourself, amused that seeing him in an emotional state had your heart aching. You looked away as you felt a single tear slip down your cheek, and you removed one of your hands from around him to wipe it away before he noticed. But he did notice, and he smiled at you in response. He took his fingers and lightly tilted your face back to him so he could continue looking into your eyes. Soon, he brought his lips to yours, sharing another passionate, yet delicate kiss in hopes that he’d get another chance to soon.

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claytonsguardianangel · 1 year

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I wince, “I am sorry you had to see that, bubs.” I nod and gently take the letter, “go take a nap, yeah? I’ll see you tomorrow.” I give him a smile before breaking open the seal to read the letter.

My nose burns with my tears as I read through how lonely he is, my hand rubbing Juliet’s back all the while. I wince at the stain of blood along the side of the letter.

He just wants us with us. Maybe I could help him if I was there. Maybe not be fully light again, maybe not, but close enough that he could be a good ruler. Ruling in both fear and love. Kind of like Yoda.

I rip one of my pages in two two write back since I don’t know how many more letters I’ll need. Maybe he won’t be able to find me right away so we’ll need to exchange more.

Ben,

Please excuse the ripped page, I made the edge as pretty as I could. I don’t know how many letters we’ll be exchanging and resources are pretty slim… for a prisoner. You see now why I cannot come? You felt me ‘die’ because I have a binder on.

Zip is my only friend, he’s also the only one that has agreed to smuggle me things in and out. He’s a good kid. Mind feeding him this next trip? Rations are shit here and he’s never had mashed potatoes. You make the best mashed potatoes. The Empire killed his three sisters and parents, but it was droids so no fault of your own. Even he thinks that. He hates droids now, though. I want him to go to Mandalore. He deserves a family like Mandalorians. Maybe when I get out I’ll take him there. I think he’s lying about his age, he’s too small for fourteen. Maybe twelve or eleven. Jafan would take him.

Juliet smiled her first smile yesterday. I was singing a lullaby, so I’m definitely taking all of the credit, of course. I want her to smile at you, though.

Zip says it was a bad day for you and I’d have to agree based off of your letter. I’m sorry. I want you to know the second I get out I’m coming to your side. I do not stay away from you because I want to. I love you. I want Juliet to have her father. Never really wanted to be a single mom and not gonna lie, dude, it’s kinda shit. I’m tired as hell.

Gonna have to cut this letter off here, running out of page even writing tiny and front to back. I love you. Be well. Get three heating blankets and meditate before bed.

Your wife,

Lili

Ps. I call her Jude, think it’s cute?

Zip waits for a few hours again after delivering the letter before he returns to Virgil's office, pausing at the pure rage on the man's face as he still holds your letter.

"Uh... E-Emperor sir?" he breathes, "Is- Is everything okay?"

"Sit, Zip." Virgil gestures. "You are not in trouble- please, just sit."

Zip gulps and moves over, slowly sitting across from him. "What... is it, sir?"

Virgil carefully sets the letter down and gets out two platter containers, pulling out a plate of food for each of them and handing Zip's over. "I want you to sit, relax, and eat. Eat slowly. Just enjoy it. Nobody's going to take it from you."

Zip studies the food and then slowly grabs the fork Virgil holds out, taking a careful bite of potatoes- and humming at the flavor.

"Lili tells me... you are her friend," Virgil starts, watching this poor, thin-as-a-rail kid scarf down his food anyway, "I thank you, for looking out for her. She means more to me than anyone could ever know. Which is why... I need you to tell me everything you know, Zip."

Zip straightens, "I- I can't-"

"Yes you can," Virgil nods slowly. "And you must. She is in danger there. Every single day. I want to go get her."

"I'll be in so much trouble-"

"Zip." Virgil tilts his head. "I will protect you. She has a plan to take you out of there with her- you will not be left behind. That is a promise."

Zip sighs softly and takes a deep breath, setting his fork down so he isn't tempted to eat while telling Virgil the whole story, holding absolutely nothing back.

Virgil sends him home that night with two platters more of food- one for him again and one for you, too.

And that night, when Zip returns home, he sits next to you on your bed and carefully unpacks the platters from his backpack. "He is coming," he says quietly, praying nobody hears. "He- He knows where we are. I told him everything."

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lycanthrotea · 1 year

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Akua and Videl visit Odd

“Did I prevent our house from partially catching fire yes, was extremely badass of me absolutely, but it is also definitely not worth the story I got from it. The second worst rebound of my life coupled by record high heat nights? Well probably not as bad as what you’re feeling.”

“M? I mean yeah that sounds.. “

Odd had trouble dragging himself up. He’d been trying to pay attention, after all, he much felt better with Akua and Videl’s visit and enjoyed talking with them. The drowsiness began to make it difficult but he wanted to continue.

“Congratulations Vivi,” Akua leaned playfully on Videl, “Your story was so long he almost fell asleep.”

“Thanks.” Videl said to Akua flatly, not a moment before Odd piped up, indignantly but still papibly tired

“No I didn’t!”

“Almost! It’s ok you can say he talks too much.. I’m kidding!” She said responding to Odd’s immediate annoyed look, “Videl is fun and that’s why I date and/or tease him.”

“Or?” he said playing along.

“A-Ny-Ways!” Akua began loudly with a playful pushing away of her boyfriend, “We’ve been here a bit and you’ve already had dinner, meds ,aaand visiting hours are almost over. I imagine you’re feeling pretty tired right now. So maybe we should call it here and pick up again tomorrow?”

“What?! Augh… come on just a bit longer- it’s so boring over here..”

“Weeeeell Videl, needs to get more interesting stories and I need to find some jokes that don’t get you guys giving me a nasty look.”

“But hey, we’ll try to come back a bit earlier tomorrow if you’re up for it.” Odd seemed to almost curl up with a quiet, and exhausted “Fine.” It wasn’t hard for Akua and Videl to pick up his particular and unusual upsetness, they kind of expected something like that to show itself at some point. He was out most of the day before, but when Akua came to check on him he had apparently been so terrified and disoriented he had become quite violent and left a few bad scratches on a couple nurses. The last hour or so he seemed rather normal- tired, complaining about how boring and annoying the hospital setting was, but he didn’t really bring up anything that alluded to that, or show too many signs of unusual anxiety, he actually relaxed quite a bit with their prescense, but their needing to leave seemed to strike something in him.

“Or we could come separately so you have more time with either of us!”

“Mmhm..” Oddmund felt himself sinking back into the oppressive anxiety being here gave him. Videl gave him a sympathetic smile and hand on shoulder, but he shrugged it off.

“I don’t have work tomorrow so I can just pop on by, bring a book and come up whenever you’re feeling up to it.” Akua reassured with a sing song voice. She hid her mounting concern. “Is that all right?”

A quiet nod. Videl went on talking about Something as they picked up their bags but he didn’t really hear it.

“Well then. Odd, see you tomorrow.” It seems almost as if he would go into a quiet slump, but Oddmund felt his heart beat faster, a weighted terror crawling back over him. He hated it here. It was all these thoughts flooding and nothing to distract him from it— and Odd was one who grew accustomed to distractions, constant activity. He was weak and felt even worse, forced to reflect upon his overworking habits that got him here, vague memories of his violent outburst, his loneliness,— and he sure didn’t feel like interacting with any other patients at all. He tried to read but he couldn’t shut his head up enough for it, nor could he concentrate in the first place anyways with the head throbs. And of course those memories of his previous hospitalization. His left arm seem to ache, purely psychological— his whole body ached— but it was just a reminder of that long uncertainty, that nightmare of a monster that shredded his body, The pain, tears, and everything that came after that landed him here. Long recovery and sadness and anger and loneliness. He didn’t want to stay here much longer and he didn’t want to close his eyes and enter a possible abyss of nightmares powered by his feverishness. It happened earlier- and it was too soon to go again.

“Wait!” He managed to pull himself to the edge of the bed clinging to the sheet and reaching out. There was a light buzz of his limiter processing the outburst. “Don’t leave! It’s- so boring! I’ll-“ his voice cracked, eyes teary, face reddened by his internal temperature. Akua and Videl had not yet turned away but paused- they both knew well enough it was a delicate situation, Akua more than he- But she said enough to him about Odd’s less savory attitude sometimes. Though, she always knew there was something about him that he never wanted to talk about, but that little grump still her friend. Thinking fast, Akua cheerily went. “All right, all right we’ll stick a little longer. Or at least you know as long as they let us.” Careful not to acknowledge the emotion behind the outburst.

Videl joined quickly, “Well, I can’t say I mind being wanted heh, I just thought you wanted some space. Sorry Chief.”

“Oh.” It was half an exhale, as he slumped back down no longer being able to hold himself up. Almost as if the burden was lifted, he felt his head get heavy- or light. He forgot what he was thinking, and thought he heard something about something or other in...

Akua quietly bounded toward his bedside, ears out catching his slowing breath. With a claw she lightly poked his arm to test a reaction. Nothing. She spun on her feet and striked a cute pose for Videl.

“Smart.” Videl uttered quietly.

“Now you are going to hurt your back this way.” She whispered as she cautiously rolled Odd back onto his back. He made a small sound but was already quite out. She pulled the blanket back above his chest and skittered back to Videl with a- “Let’s go!”

#apooc

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davidpwilson2564 · 2 years

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Bloglet

Saturday, July 16, 2022

Start the day with another at-home Covid test. Relieved to note that I’ve made it through the run without becoming ill.

Two Romeos...home in between shows...

Note: In between shows...while leaving the theater I run into conductor who talks about a big piece the ballet is doing next spring. He is unusually cordial...Well, I’d like to play next spring...

Later: Done. Feeling quite exhausted.

Sunday, July 17, 2022

For the first time in past weeks I do not start the day with an at-home Covid test.

Note: It is said that Marla Maples is having the stairs removed from her apartment.

Steve Bannon trial set to begin tomorrow. Will be wild. He promises to “go medieval.” Dreadful man. Anything to bring attention to himself. A reporter points out that he wears several shirts. I mean, at once, layers of shirts... And that elaborately unkempt hair. Is usually unshaven. (DJT, who has names for everybody, call/called him Sloppy Steve.) Contempt of Congress is the issue. He might even take the stand in his defense. He loves to talk. I predict that, if convicted, he will get sixty days, tops. He will then brag about having won.

I am in recovery, somewhat. Can’t do much.

Monday, July 18, 2022

The heat closes in. I head out to do errands. Come back with my shirt clinging like a second skin.

Still quite tired, no surprise. I attempt to nap but find I’m too tired for that. Later: Wacky dreams at night

Note: Yesterday at an Indiana mall a man entered a food court and started shooting, killing three people, wounding others. An armed man who happened to be there killed the shooter. The shooter’s killer is being described as a Good Samaritan. That description of him takes a while to sink in.

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volleychumps · 3 years

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Heyy! Can you do one where Osamu, kuroo, akaashi and Tsukishima, say something mean to their s/o and their s/o avoids them for days? When they finally get ahold of their s/o, their s/o just sorta cries because it hit their insecure spot? Fluff in the end🥺

Listen, I can’t not write this.

Irrevocable Words.

- the one in which they accidentally make you give them the silent treatment because of their lashing out. -

~ Osamu Miya, Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji, and Tsukishima Kei~

TW: Cursing, angst to fluff, timeskip! for Osamu,

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Osamu Miya

“Those are important files, ya know?”

“Samu, I’m sorry. You should’ve told me you needed last month’s earnings and I would’ve looked for them before we came this morning.” The hand you tried to settle onto Osamu’s bicep was shaken off as your movements faltered.

Your voice wobbled at the sight of your stoic fiance, an annoyed glint in his eye as he rummages through his files. Osamu felt a flare in his stomach, a lack of sleep contributing to his impatient state. The day had been a busy one, Osamu deciding that he needed this particular file for his business call tomorrow before the two of you headed home for the night.

“I told ya not to move anything back to the place.”

“I didn’t.” You bit the inside of your cheek. “Here, just let me help-”

“Don’t touch a goddamn thing, I’ll do it myself.” There it was. The lashing out that was bound to happen occurred with a pointed tongue as he refused to look at you, rummaging through his file cabinets. “As I do everything else.”

He closes the cabinet sharply. “The least ya could do is try your best not to be a nuisance-”

Osamu flinches at the slam of one of the office desk drawers, chest sinking when he sees the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The paper he needed is thrown on the desk carelessly as you shove your jacket on, wetness slipping down your cheeks.

“And I’m not your goddamn secretary. I’m heading home first.”

“Y/N-”

“And don’t worry, I promise I’ll manage to do this by myself somehow.” Your voice cracks bitterly, the bell by the door jingling mockingly in Osamu’s ears as you exit, the chef hanging his head with a sigh and regret tinging his chest.

He was wrong to pray this would blow over, not expecting to wake without your warmth by his side. You avoided him on the way to the restaurant, cleaning quietly while giving vague answers to his questions, shifting out of his attempts to embrace you with apologies.

Deciding to give you space, he softly tells you to take the next few days off, unprepared for the tired look you had given him, simply nodding in response as you slipped into your side of the bed with your back turned to him.

“Where’s your pretty girlfriend?”

“Fiance.” Osamu forces a smile at his two elderly regulars two days later, the wife’s smile widening at his correction.

“Oho! Cherish each other while you youths still can, she really does brighten this place up, doesn’t she?”

You do.

Osamu’s eyes feel hot as he does a messy job of cleaning up the restaurant, closing up shop early and stopping by your favorite bakery to pick up the ridiculously expensive cake he only ever buys for your birthday.

Throwing the door open to your shared apartment hastily, you gasp at the gray-haired man’s sudden entry, dropping the spoon you were about to use to taste the dish you were making on the stove.

“Samu, y-you’re home early-”

“What’s all this?” He tries to steady his breaths at the sight of a nicely prepared table, something you hardly ever got to share ever since the night shifts overtook your lives and caused a rift between the two of you.

You’re silent for a second, looking away from his warm stare as you shift under his gaze.

“...I miss you.” Dark eyes widen when you begin to hiccup over your words, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. “But I didn’t wanna be a nusciance-”

“Oh god, darlin’ no.” You’re pulled tightly into his chest as you cry, whole body shaking with tremors as Osamu’s inner turmoil merely increases.

If Osamu could go back in time and punch himself he would, unknowing of the torment he caused you over the past few days, thinking you just needed space.

“I want to marry ya Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“I love you so much Samu.” You sniffle into his chest, causing him to smile softly, a hand sifting through your hair to hold you tighter to him.

“I brought cake.”

You laugh through the onslaught of tears.

“And I made dinner.”

“Then what are we waitin’ for?”

“Just hold me like this for awhile?”

“Y/N.” He kisses the top of your head, finally feeling at ease with your figure in his arms. Osamu whispers a confession he hardly shared with you, wanting those words in particular to be special as he bridged the gap between the two of you.

“I love ya so much more, don’t you go forgettin’ it.”

Kuroo Tetsurou

“I said I was sorry!”

“Is sorry supposed to just fix everything, Tetsurou?”

“Tetsurou? Are you seriously withholding me from my nickname privileges?”

You cross your arms at his attempt to make you laugh, thoroughly angry with the mess your boyfriend made of things as his smile fades at your peeved stare.

“Look, what was I supposed to do?”

“How about not leaving my parents waiting for you at the restaurant that you invited them to for another one of your spontaneous volleyball practices?”

“I texted you I had to cancel!”

“That was a half hour before we were supposed to meet, Kuroo! They were so excited to meet you they got there early. God, why can’t you ever take things seriously?”

“You’re right.” A bitter chuckle slips Kuroo’s lips as you falter at the sudden tone change, the volleyball gym seeming bigger than ever as his next sentence makes your lips tremble.

“Since I can’t ever take things seriously, then I must not need my serious girlfriend then, right?” Your eyes widen. “I can just find somebody else who won’t fucking hound me all the time.”

His cat-like eyes widen as the words slip his tongue, unintentionally coming out crueler than he intended. To make it worse, you simply stayed silent, your body physically backing down and away from him as you turned on your heel.

“Wait, I didn’t-”

“Do it then.” His chest just about shatters as your shoulders tremble, refusing to turn back around as your voice takes on an uncharasterically defeated tone. “I hope they make you fucking happy.”

Kuroo runs a hand through his raven hair frustratedly at the way you rushed out of the gym, throwing a stray ball so hard at the wall before his vision becomes skewed with heat.

He should have expected the next week to be utter hell. You left class before he could catch you by escaping to the bathroom with all your things, leaving school another way instead of the exit you always took together before he had to start club activities.

“Kenma, what are you doing?”

“You can’t come in here.”

“I’m missing class for this. Let me through.”

“She doesn’t want to see you.” Kenma shrugged, eyes on his handheld. “I told her I’d watch the door so you can’t surprise her during our breaktime.”

“I’m her boyfriend. And you’re not her guarddog.”

“No, I’m her friend.” Kenma’s eyes narrow at his childhood friend. “And last time I checked, you’re on the search for someone who isn’t her.”

“So she told you.”

“Dick move, by the way.”

Kuroo’s calls go straight to voicemail, his emotions affecting his playing with each passing day. He leaves little notes in your shoe locker to meet him, heart sinking more and more with every time you stood him up.

And it wasn’t until he saw you smiling again at a joke Yaku made that he truly felt like he was losing you.

“Go home.”

The sight wasn’t one you were expecting to see, Kuroo sitting on the steps to your house with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, the dark bags under his eyes sparking worry within you.

“It’s probably better if my parents don’t see you-”

“I’m sorry.” His eyes seem to have lost a little of their glint, regret swimming in the tall boy’s pupils as your guard softens. “I’m so goddamn sorry I ran my mouth and said shit I didn’t even mean-”

“Tetsurou-”

“And I hurt you in the process. I hurt the one thing that matters to me the most, and I’m sitting here playing the creepy ex that stalks the girl he loves-”

“You love me?”

“Doesn’t matter, does it? You’re done with me, and I deserve it-”

He’s cut off with the sight of tears hitting the wood in front of him, lifting his head to see tears streaking down your cheeks. On instinct, he reaches out softly, rising to his feet to cup your cheek, astonished when you curl into his touch.

“I’m so fucking mad at you right now.”

“Noted.” Kuroo laughs somberly, a wave of emotion hitting him as you do something you hadn’t done in days.

You look him in the eye, tugging him closer by the sides of his jacket.

“But I love you too, you absolute idiot.”

Kuroo grins into the kiss you press onto his lips, heart lifting in weight as he pulls you closer.

“Does this mean we can go back to Tetsu?”

“I’m going back to ignoring you-”

“No.” Kuroo’s tone turns serious as he holds you a little tighter. “I can’t do that again.”

You smile as he presses a kiss to your temple lovingly.

“Being away from you was complete and utter hell, sweetheart.”

Akaashi Keiji

“Tell me how to make this right.”

“Right, Y/N.” Akaashi refused to meet your eyes as he loosens his school tie, not slowing his pace for you to catch up with as he throws the doors open to the volleyball club. The usually put-together setter had an angry glint in his eye that silenced his awaiting teammates. “Let’s just go back in time before you agreed to be his partner.”

“Hey hey, what’s going on you two?” Bokuto jogs up, his worried tone making your lips tremble even more at the sight of Akaashi’s turned back.

“I came to you as soon as he made a move! I didn’t let him-”

“There shouldn’t have been an opportunity for him to make a move in the first place.” Akaashi’s jaw clenched as you shuffle in place.

“I didn’t do anything wrong, you think I wanted him to try to kiss me?!” You fight the waver in your voice, standing your ground. “It was a project for class. I didn’t know his intentions-“

“I told you what his intentions were, but you never listen.” Akaashi turns hastily, startling you and causing you to stumble slightly backwards into Bokuto.

“Akaashi-“

“Stop defending her. She never listens to me, and then comes crying to me when it turns out I’m right.” Akaashi snips at his best friend, ignoring the silent stares from his quiet teammates. “Why can’t you get it through your head, Y/N? I’m not your goddamn babysitter-“

“You’re right.” You interrupt, fingernails biting into your palms as you choke back a sob. “You’re not, you’re my boyfriend. I just wanted to respect you by coming to you with something like this, but it turns out I’m just a hinderance.”

Akaashi falters for a second, blue eyes widening a fraction at the angry heat that fills your eyes as regret begins to bubble in his stomach at his harsh words.

“Y/N-“

“Give me some space, Keiji.” You say softly, patting Bokuto’s arm to let you through as your shoulders sink in a defeated manner. “I promise I won’t come crying to you about anything else.”

Your steps echo as you walk out of the gym, Konoha breaking the silence first when the door shuts behind you.

“Hate to say it, but that was well-deserved, man.”

Akaashi closes his eyes, head falling back towards the ceiling as he tries to steady his breathing, pretending like he wasn’t scared of you slipping through his fingers. He willed himself to not allow himself to chase after you, his anger directed towards you fading as he forces himself to respect your wishes.

It was obvious you were avoiding him. Akaashi had blinked when Bokuto had self-proclaimed that he needed you as his “study buddy” during breaks when you weren’t even in the same year as the owlish boy. It got worse when you seemed to panic when Akaashi willed you to talk to him, eyes refusing to meet his watery blue ones as you pushed him further away.

So he gave you your space, wilting with each passing day. It wasn’t until he accidentally bumped into you a week later, the setter turning hastily on his heel to walk in the opposite direction before a soft tug on the back of his school shirt wills him to stop.

“Keiji.” Your wobbly voice makes him turn back around immediately, a soft palm already cupping your cheek gently. “I’m s-”

“I’m sorry for being cruel.” The words are whispered against your forehead, Akaashi’s heartstrings tugging in the worst way possible. “I was angry at the situation, my love. And that sorry excuse you call a classmate. Please,”

His grip tightens just a little more as he feels wet warmth drip into the palm that was cupping your face.

“Forgive me.”

“I told you I wouldn’t come crying to you-”

“I want it all, Y/N.” Akaashi pulls back slightly, voice cracking slightly as blue stares intensely into your irises. “I want all of you. Tears included.”

You swat his chest playfully as Akaashi manages a soft smile, hand threaded through your hair as he presses you against his chest.

“Do you still need space?” He murmurs, and you smile at the sound of his hearbeat picking up as he awaited your answer fearfully.

“Nope. The exact opposite, please hold me?”

His embrace relaxes immediately, and your heart skips a beat at the sound of his relieved sigh, his slight nod making the weight lift off your chest.

“Good, now I can take care of your classmate-”

“Keiji-”

“Nope, my love.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, Akaashi’s eyes swirling with devotion.

“No one gets to try anything with you so long as you’re safe with me.”

Tsukishima Kei

“So I’m the bad guy again.”

“Do you want the honest answer, Kei?” You exhaustedly run a hand through your hair as Tsukishima’s scowl deepens, his long legs easily catching up with you in stride as he tugs on your wrist as the rambunctious court gets further and further away.

“It’s not my fault you’re insecure.”

You flinch. “Well maybe you shouldn’t let the girls in the stands cling to you after your matches. They were all over you, Tsukki! And you didn’t seem to mind it one bit.”

“What?” Annoyance brims the blonde’s voice as he takes another step forward, clenching his jaw when he sees the quiver in your lip, distrust filling the atmosphere between the two of you.

“Afraid that they’re prettier or better than you’ll ever be?”

You feel as if the wind was knocked out of your lungs, breath catching in your throat at his insinuation. His guard slackens almost immediately, clicking his tongue before turning away, too proud to apologize for the words he regretted as soon as they slipped his tongue like venom.

“Yeah.” You laugh humorlessly, making brown eyes dart over to your expression immediately. “You’re 100% correct. I am afraid you’ll find someone better than me in all aspects. Because I love you, you absolute asshole. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

The silence that befalls the two of you in the deserted hall is broken when you flinch away when Tsukishima tries to take a step towards you.

“I didn’t-”

“You never mean to do anything, Kei.” You say in a hushed tone, turning your back on him in an attempt to shield the hot tears slipping down your cheeks. “But you somehow always manage to.”

The win for Karasuno didn’t mean much to the blonde that night, hoping that this would just go away and things would be back to normal. However, it was anything but. You didn’t look his way once in class, disappearing when it was over. Your voice trembled as you had avoided his seemingly stoic eyes through his frames, simply stating that you wished for some time away from him.

He was fine. Or at least pretending to be on the outside. In truth, he would never find better, because you were it for him, words that you would never catch slipping his mouth. So he put on a front, pretending that your absence had zero effect on him whatsoever. Pretending the brush of your body against him in the hall as you pass each other didn’t make the blonde want to cave.

It was the smile you shot at Hinata during one of your breaks that caused him to. The first glint in your eye in awhile, and it had been caused by him of all people, prompting the tall middle blocker to tug you by the forearm into the corridor.

“Tsukishima-”

“I hate this.”

You falter for a second, guard back up in a flash as your back touches the wall. “What did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything, and it’s pissing me off.”

“I don’t follow-”

“I was wrong.” His forehead touches your shoulder as you stiffen before relaxing against his familiar touch. “I don’t care how many times I have to apologize. You win, okay? I’m sorry.”

“This is a rather aggressive apology-”

“Y/N.” Tsukishima lifts his head so it’s level with your height, unprepared for the way tears brimmed your eyes at the proximity, your guard diminishing.

“What if you do find someone better one day, Tsukki?” Your voice cracks, inner fears trickling to the surface. “Do I need to prepare myself to lose you-?”

You gasp as Tsukishima’s jaw ticks before kissing you intensely, his hand touching your lower back to pull you closer.

“No. You don’t need to do something stupid like that.” His eyes were slightly glaring at you, a flush across both his cheeks. “Because there is no one better than you, okay?”

It was your turn for heat to flood your cheeks as your eyes widen a fraction, his breath tickling your ear as you stutter. “Kei-”

“I love you too. I said it, are you satisfied now?”

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