#sleep is either 2-3 hours & body thinks that's enough to be wide awake
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Kin of the Demon Prince (Final Part)
Warnings : Cursing, Slight Angst, Diavolo x Fem!MC, MC is a fuckin unit
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You shot upright in the bed, gasping for air, a thin layer of sweat coating the skin of your body. You felt around the bed, trying to process your surroundings, trying to see if you were still in the dream that Solomon put you in.
You turn your head to the side, noticing that Avatar of Sloth sleeping beside you, a blanket of candlelight covering him, illuminating the room just enough to where one wouldn't be blinded. "Belphie," You called out, reaching out to grasp his arm and shake him. "Belphie, where are the others?"
The seventh-born's eyes fluttered before slowly opening, magenta eyes locking with yours before they shot wide open. "MC! You're awake!" He exclaimed, a small smile forming on his face.
You nodded your head, trying to dismiss this topic and move on to one that exceeded it in importance and urgency. "Where are the others? Where's Selene? Solomon wants to sacrifice her for something, we need to find her!" You say, voice trembling as you tried to keep yourself calm. Belphegor gently gripped your shoulders. "They're all taking care of it, MC. That coma ate up a lot of your energy, I don't think you should be going anywhere outside of the castle anytime soon." You shook your head. "No, no, no! I have to get to Selene! He's gonna—" "MC, they're handling it. You should know my brothers, they won't let anything hurt Selene, I promise! Especially after Asmo heard that he'd missed out on baby clothes shopping... Even I was scared," He mumbled out the last part, letting a shudder run down his spine at the memory of his brother's rage.
You tried to move, but your legs wouldn't. Your body was in a state of magic-induced dormancy for too long, and it'd take a minute to get the blood flowing and the energy to return to your system. "You're in no state to be going anywhere, MC." Belphegor pursed his lips, showing sympathy and a hint of sorrow in the apologetic look in his eyes. "Trust them. They'll get her back, promise. I don't think Diavolo would let anything happen to her either."
_
Minutes passed like hours, hours passed like days.
Why weren't they back yet?
You were able to move around comfortably again, but despite pestering Barbatos so much about it, he wouldn't take you to the human realm. Now, all you could do was sit in the same room you woke up in, crying. Belphegor did try to comfort you, but you continued on about how you so desperately needed to go to the human world. Your daughter was there for fucks sake! So was your... Boyfriend? Baby-Daddy?
You'll figure that out later.
"No, Belphie, you don't understand!" You whimpered, grasping his arm. "What if something happens? What if they never come back? What if we're the only ones that can help?" Belphegor sighed. "I can't let you go, MC... Lucifer said that I wasn't supposed to—" "I don't care what Lucifer says! I need to know that my daughter and her father are okay! Don't you want to know, too? If your brothers are safe? What if they need your help right now, as well?" This mad him pause. He nibbled on his bottom lip, thinking, processing. You placed your hand over his. "Please, Belphie," You murmured out softly. "Help me convince Barbatos to let us go... They need us."
There was another pause. Long and staggering.
"Fuck," He said, running his fingers through his hair as he stood up from his seat, cow pillow in hand. "Fine, fine. But you will not leave my side at all once we're there, okay?"
Enthusiastically, you embraced him, sobbing tears of joy into his shoulder. "Thank you, Belphie!" He was taken aback at first, but, slowly, the youngest brother wrapped an arm around you and gently pat you on the head. "Yeah, yeah... Thank me by letting me visit Selene the most out of my brothers."
_
The cloudy skies, that appeared to have been painted black, hosted the downpour of relentless rain. No stars were in sight, the moon was absent, and lightning struck again and again, with thunder following suit.
There you stood, outside of the temple that had been set ablaze. None of the brothers, nor your lover, child, or the bastard sorcerer were in sight. You were frozen in place.
Belphegor had gone in search of his brothers and Selene, but you were stuck in the unmoving shell that was your trembling skin. You couldn't bare the thought of seeing your daughter in pain, nor did you let yourself think that anything worse may have happened.
Among the heavy rain, you could hear footsteps behind you.
You quickly turned around, only to be met with swaying bushes and trees from the winds that were increasing in intensity.
That was until you saw him.
Emerging from the shadows that the wood provided, he pushed the shrub aside with his foot so he could walk. He was in his demon form, but he looked horrible. His hair was messy, his leather wings had tears in them, and he was bleeding from his side. Though, in his arms, he held the crying child you'd come for.
"Selene!" You gasped out, immediately rushing over to the two and taking her out of his arms. "Mammon, thank you so much! Are you hurt? How can I help?" You asked frantically, holding one hand out to help him stand properly. The sin before you shook his head, a small smile forming on his face as he looked down at Selene, who he'd wrapped in a warm blanket to protect her from the cold winds. "I oughtta heal up soon," He said weakly, placing a hand on his wound. "What happened in there?" You asked. "Where are the others? Where's Diavolo?"
Mammon looked back at the building that had almost been consumed in magical flames, which glowed a bright red and violet. "I don't know, but they're fine." A loud sound that resembled a burst caught your attention. You snapped your head toward the temple, to see that the flames had gotten bigger. You swallowed a lump in your throat, looking the second-born up and down to see that the tears in his wings had mended a bit and that his wound was beginning to heal.
"Take Selene, I'm going in for Dia." You pushed your daughter into his hands, making him jump and stutter. "W-Wait, MC, ya can't just—" His words were left drowned out by the pouring rain as you sprinted toward the temple. You were confident that you would be able to get out. Even if you didn't, Selene would be in good hands.
You never did learn, did you? Putting your life on the line for demons again?
Smoke penetrated your lungs, making you cover your mouth and nose. "Dia!" You called out. "Lucifer! Belphie!" You shouted among the flames, though no one responded. "Anyone? Levi? Asmo? Satan? Beel?" Still, no response. "Diavolo!" You shouted once more, almost begging for someone to answer.
"MC!"
You heard him. He was calling to you.
You turned to face where the voice was coming from, letting out a small whimper in surprise. You saw him standing there, demonic wings acting as fans to push away the smoke so that he could see you. "MC, what are you doing in here?!" He demanded, rushing to your side and shielding you from the flames with his large leather wings.
You forgot how big he was, now that he was standing so close to you. "I-I wanted to see if you were okay, where are the others?" Diavolo looked around. "Mammon ran off with Selene. After he set fire to the place, Solomon tried to escape. However, Lucifer placed a dimensional lock on the area, so he couldn't teleport. They all went after him, I'm not sure where they are now." He flinched at the flames that he deemed were getting too close to you. "Come! We have to leave, now!"
_
When the two of you got outside, you could more visibly see the injuries. Diavolo had a large, bleeding scar on his chest that was healing the more you looked. The brothers were there as well, Lucifer holding Solomon by chains that were used as cuffs and a collar. All of them were injured. All of them got hurt for your daughter.
Mammon handed Selene over to you, and you took her into your arms, looking up at Diavolo and smiling. Diavolo sighed blissfully, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead before looking up at the sins with a prideful smile on his face. "Thank you. Words cannot express my gratitude, but I will forever be indebted to each one of you for this. Anything you wish shall be yours, within reason, of course."
The eldest shook his head. "Really, Lord Diavolo, we did this more for our own sake than—" "I'll take 10 Million Grimm! Actually, double that and add an extra zero! I'm gonna go on a shopping spree!" The second-born chimed in, earning a slap upside the head from Leviathan. "Stupid Mammon, we did this for MC and Selene, not for you to be able to afford more debt."
You couldn't help but laugh.
It was moments like these that you look back on. Moments of serenity among the chaos of your demonic companions. There was also the feeling of sadness whenever you thought of Solomon's betrayal, but, eventually, you stopped wondering why he'd do such a thing. You'd never understand his answer anyway. Besides, it's not like you could change the timelines.
_
"So, Uncle Solomon wanted to unsubscribe me from life, failed, and then my mom and dad lived happily ever after?" Selene asked, expression having shifted into a confused one as she and Barbatos returned to his room.
The butler nodded. "In that timeline, yes. It's quite unfortunate that the sorcerer would even think of such a thing, but luckily, that isn't our sorcerer." The red-head scoffed, running her fingers through her messy hair. "That'd definitely be more exciting, though. Ours doesn't do anything for me but eat away at my free-time with stupid, useless magic tricks like purifying water and telepathy with small items. I wish he'd teach me some of that ritual stuff we saw!"
Barbatos chuckled, opening the door and allowing the young princess to exit. "Perhaps that may not be the best of ideas, but if it is within your scope of interests, I doubt he'd deny you." Selene stepped into the hallway.
"Weren't Uncle Lucifer and the others supposed to visit today? I completely forgot about that. We gotta hurry before mom thinks I've gone missing again."
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It's all academic darlin' PART 10/10
~33k+ Hangster AU. IceMav established in background.
Bradley is a professor but living his best life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick sort-of tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again. Touch of epistolary and sprinkling of one-sided unknown/mistaken-identity.
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9
They finally leave, all looking a little shell-shocked, mainly because Bradley had pulled out his tablet and gone through photos from a weekend he’d spent with Mav and Admiral Kazansky at the cabin. Seeing Admiral Kazansky wearing a fishing hat was apparently too much for Javy.
“You enjoy that as much as you thought you would?” Bradley asks him, wiping down the bench and stacking the dish drawer with the bowls.
“Yeah, Javy liking you was the best bit though.”
The smile Bradley gives him is wide and pleased.
“Good. I’m glad… we can never let our friends meet though. It’ll be guaranteed mutual destruction by mocking from them all combined.”
“Yeah, you do have a point. Pretty sure we’d both enjoy it though.”
Bradley hums, seems to agree with him at least in principle and Jake is glad Bradley seemed to like them as much as they liked Bradley. Relationship with Admiral Kazansky notwithstanding.
“Bed?”
“You want to go to sleep already?” Jake asks, jutting his hip out as he leans against the bench. Sure enough Bradley takes it as the invitation it is and presses himself against him. Hums again and the sound is something he might start just responding to.
“I didn’t say I wanted to go to sleep. I want to take you to bed. Again. You need to be better acquainted with my bed. I know the carrier racks are small, come mess up my bed with me.”
“Yeah, okay, you don’t have to ask me twice. Come on.”
… … …
He wakes early, savors the warmth of Jake’s body beside him and stretches a little. His own body is feeling the skittishness of needing to run so he gives into it, places a soft kiss to the curve of Jake’s shoulder as he shifts away.
“I’m just going for a run. You stay here…” he murmurs quietly.
“Mmph. Don’t have to tell me twice…” Jake mutters, burrowing back under the covers and Bradley quietly gathers his running gear and slips out to change in the living room. He pulls on his shoes and sets out, his usual route is just over six miles which takes him under an hour. It’s still early and he sees other regulars out and either waves or does the acknowledgment-nod of early morning runners. He falls into the meditative state, the sound of his shoes hitting the ground rhythmic and as always it helps him think.
He doesn’t have a lot to think about, definitely not where Jake is concerned, that feels great. However, some of his research is in a finnicky stage and not working, which could be caused by a variety of factors and it’s going to be a methodical process of elimination to figure out what it is exactly. His students all seem to be thriving, he’s managed nearly an entire academic year looking after the lowest course of undergraduates and there’s been no complaints. Life is good. Better than good.
He enters his apartment building again and pushes open the door quietly, wondering if Jake manages to sleep in or wakes and then stays awake. He goes through to his bathroom and strips, smiles as Jake grunts at him as he walks past. As the water warms up he looks at his reflection; his chest is littered with red marks, very clearly left by an enthusiastic mouth and he brushes his fingers over them. None of them are on his neck, he doesn’t need his students seeing them, but tonight, one of his lower tanks under one of his dad’s old shirts which will leave many of them out on display. Mav will hate it, and even more, he will hate not knowing who put them there.
He takes his time, in no rush knowing Jake is still going to be in bed when he gets out. Except suddenly he’s not, Jake’s standing there, wearing nothing but underwear and an apron, a fish-slice in hand.
“Come on, hurry up, I made you breakfast. You’re taking fucking forever…”
“Thought breakfast was my job…”
“I did say yesterday I’d make you breakfast today.”
“I was joking.”
“I wasn’t.”
He’s made omelets, cut up peppers and onion, grated cheese and Bradley grins at him across the table, hooks his ankle around Jake’s and
… … …
Bradley insists on making the brownie, shooing him out of the kitchen so he can clean up the breakfast dishes and Jake is pretty sure he’s now just trying to procrastinate finishing the grading he still has. He makes himself comfortable at the table and opens his email; there’s a reminder of his flights tomorrow and his stomach drops. Not only because he doesn’t like flying commercial, but he also doesn’t want to go and spend two of his six weeks of leave away from Bradley. Even though he logically knows Bradley has work during the days and his brother and sister have planned vacation time for their entire families around Jake’s leave post-deployment. He’s going to see his nieces and nephews, some of them for the first time ever.
“What’s wrong?”
“What?”
“You just let out the longest sigh. Bad news?”
“No. Not bad,” Jake says, shaking his head, because it’s not. “I’m meant to leave tomorrow, and I know you’ve got work, and my brother and sister have arranged their vacation time so they’re both off for two whole weeks. They’ve got five kids between them, and I haven’t seen them all in over a year… my sister for longer because she couldn’t fly while she was pregnant.”
“Life of a serviceman,” Bradley says, his lips twisted in a resigned expression and Jake wonders if that’s his upbringing or his life now. “Jake. You need to go and visit your family. I’m not going anywhere okay? You don’t need to be at my beck and call while you’re on leave. I’d never expect that of you. And please don’t feel guilty about leaving me here, I’ve got so much marking to do still…”
“I know. I get it. I just feel like I’m giving away a whole third of my leave that I won’t get to see you. Not even a lunch break blowjob…”
“Hmm. I can see the appeal in lunch break blowjobs, but we’re going to be apart from one another just as much as we are together. Two weeks is nothing compared to months at sea…”
“That’s true. And I guess we can talk on the phone. If you don’t lose your phone.”
“Yeah, we need to maybe look into some alternate methods of communication for when I do. It’s not if, but when. I’m well overdue,” Bradley says, pulling a face and Jake gives him a quick kiss. Bradley can figure that shit out, he’ll focus on finding something they can use for video calling on laptops.
“We’re really doing the whole long-distance thing huh?”
“Yeah. I want to. If you want to.”
“Yeah. I want to.”
They just hold each other, like they’ve settled into something deeper again and Jake is pretty sure this isn’t how relationships normally progress but it still feels right. He’s not going to question it.
“Where are you going anyway?”
“Well, my sister lives in Omaha and my brother in Fort Worth, but they’ve rented this house in Colorado Springs for two weeks. It was like a middle point for the three of us. My sister’s already there – did the long road-trip with her husband and kids.”
“And where’s the nearest airstrip?”
Jake’s eyes jerk up at the question, hope curling up as he remembers that Bradley has a fucking plane and the means to use it.
“Are you serious?”
“What’s the point of having a plane and license if I can’t jet off to visit my boyfriend for a weekend?”
“Oh my god, you’re serious.”
“I mean… if you don’t mind me crashing your family vacation for a weekend.”
Jake can’t voice what he’s feeling, just cups Bradley’s face in his hands and kisses him, keeps kissing him until he feels their bodies just melt into each other with a level of comfort and familiarity he’s never experienced with anyone else before.
“I get to have the best of both worlds…”
“Yeah, well, I just realized that if you’re close I can just… come visit. Check with your family first though. I don’t want to monopolize your time.”
“They’ll want to meet you. They… oh my god that’d be great.”
“If you wanted you could cancel your flight back. I could come and pick you up and you can use the flight credit for another time I can’t fly you…”
“Oh my god yes.”
… … …
“What are you reading?”
“A very boring instruction manual.”
“For what?”
“A plane.”
“Which one?”
“Confidential,” Jake says dryly, although he wonders whether Bradley actually knows about it. Hell, he potentially knows what materials it’s made from and consulted on it.
“Ah… the new FA fighter.”
“No comment.”
“What do you feel like for lunch?”
“Bradley… You know how you don’t expect me to be at your beck and call while I’m here on leave? Well, you don’t have to feed me. Or talk to me. Or entertain me, or keep checking in on me. I can leave if you want –”
“No!”
“Then let me sit here and read while you undergo the torture of marking essays… I know you’re procrastinating. I’m not going to help you do that.”
“Ugh. You’re no fun.”
“I’ll reward you appropriately later.”
It’s only thirty minutes later when he realizes he needs a break and he’s pretty sure Bradley has maybe managed one essay, his momentum from yesterday gone and he’s pretty sure he isn’t to blame, Bradley just isn’t at all interested in reading and grading essays. Jake doesn’t blame him, there’s a reason he’s never taken up the opportunity to be an instructor. He checks his phone and sees a message from Javy asking him if he wants to meet up and workout and it sounds perfect.
“Hey, do you mind if I use your car again?”
“Sure. Go for it.”
“You don’t know want to know where I’m going?”
“Do you want to tell me?”
“I’m going back to base. Am going to meet Javy at the gym and do a workout.”
“Were you going to invite me along to watch?”
Jake snorts, shakes his head.
“I hadn’t planned on it.”
“Where has the romance gone?!”
“Dead and buried. You’ve got those essays to finish marking. You’ve been procrastinating.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me…”
“What’s your favorite treat?”
Bradley grins, runs his eyes appreciatively over Jake’s body and Jake laughs, can’t believe he’s found someone who seems to match his playful flirty banter and then turns it up a notch.
“I was thinking a coffee, or a pastry or something I could grab for you…”
“Motivation huh?”
“Well, you did say…”
“I don’t need anything. Nothing you need to buy anyway. Thanks though.”
“Okay, well let me know if that changes. Unlike you my phone is safe and sound and I check it regularly. I’ll be back in a couple of hours okay?”
“Yeah, great. See you later.”
… … …
He sits in the car and rings his sister.
“Hey Jake, how’s it going?”
“Hey Michelle. Everything’s good. How was the drive?
“Good. The place is stunning. I am so glad it’s not my responsibility to clean though. It’s huge.”
“Great. Look, I’ve got something to ask…”
“Ask? Ask me what? You better not be cancelling, or have another secret mission which stops you from joining us again…”
“No, no. Nothing like that. I just… uh. Wanted to know if it would be okay if I brought someone?”
“Someone? Like Javy?”
“No. Not like Javy. The opposite in fact.”
“Opposite like… Oh my god. Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Yeah. Yeah I do.”
“Holy shit. Oh wow, that’s… wait. He can just take two weeks off work? Does he even have a job? Wait. Is he in the Navy too?”
Jake explains how he knows Bradley, how he’ll fly down and join them for the weekends and she whistles appreciatively and he’s pretty sure he’s blushing, because yeah, Bradley does make him feel like he’s worth all that effort.
… … …
“Hey man.”
“Hey. You over the worst of the shock yet?”
“Dude. You’re father-in-law to-be is the COMPACFLT. Are you over the shock?”
Jake considers the question and finds that actually, he mostly is. Calling him Tom to his face is probably going to take some time before it feels normal, but instead he just feels like Bradley makes more sense knowing that he was raised by both men, and the person that Admiral Kazansky is when he’s at home. The shrewd observation skills, the humor, the pride he clearly has in Bradley.
“Yeah, I think I am to be honest.”
“Fuck yeah you are. Dude… you didn’t even flinch when I referred to him as your future father-in-law. Is that on the cards?”
“No! Well, not right now. But… yeah. Maybe eventually. I can see how it would work.”
“You’re already that serious about him?”
“I may have only just met him, but we’ve been exchanging emails for months. I’ve told him some stuff I’ve never even told you. Other stuff that only you or Michelle or Charlie know… How do you know when you love someone?”
“Oof. Coming in hot with the hard questions.”
Jake doesn’t say anything, gives Javy time to formulate an answer, because he knows he’ll have one. Maybe not one that Jake will fully understand or get, because their upbringings were vastly different, but he also knows Javy will try and help him understand.
“You don’t mind leaving them because you know you’ll get to experience the joy of seeing them again. Whether that’s a few hours or days or months. That joy makes the time apart unimportant. That’s when I know it’s love for me.”
“So it’s like coming home?”
“Yeah, when home is a person.”
He thinks about that as they workout and it makes sense, people have always been far more important to him than place. Thinking about Bradley he snaps a workout selfie and emails it, knowing that he checks his work emails constantly. He just makes the title Are those essays graded yet? And hopes that when he gets back, they are.
… … …
He pushes open the door to the apartment and there’s music playing, he can hear Bradley singing along and he walks down to the second bedroom which he uses as an office. The doors been closed most of the times he’s been here, but Bradley’s in there now. He’s not grading essays (which he’s aware doesn’t mean that they’re actually all graded), instead drawing on a large piece of paper with lots of writing and arrows. Bradley’s fingers are smeared with ink as he scribbles something else on the paper and he hasn’t realized yet that Jake is there, watching. He has no idea if he’s received the email.
“Hey…”
“Hi! You’re back!”
“Told you I would be…”
“Mmm… guess what?
“What?”
“You’re meant to guess, but I’ll keep trying to teach you how that game works. I finished grading all the essays.”
“Did you now…”
“And that photo you sent was a tease and you’re lucky I didn’t jerk off and just leave you hanging, thinking about that. Because any orgasms are better than grading papers, shared or not. But I didn’t jerk off… Instead, I was wondering how many orgasms you can work out of me?”
“Is that a challenge?” Jake asks, his hand reaching to cover Bradley’s.
“I mean, I’ll help.”
“How generous of you,” Jake says. “No ulterior motive there at all.”
“None. Completely selfless.”
It’s there. It’s all there, the excited swoop of coming home to him, the warmth of wanting to make him laugh, to be near him; the hot-burning fuse wanting to turn him into a moaning pile of nerves through sex. It’s there in every touch of fingers, look and smile.
He loves him.
… … …
Bradley feels absolutely ruined in the best possible way. His skin feels wind-burnt from the scrape of Jake’s stubble fucking everywhere, his muscles are aching and he’s definitely going to have a hitch to his step when he eventually tries to walk anywhere. His lips feel hot and swollen and he’s pretty sure he’s going to have little fingerprint bruises in all sorts of places.
He hadn’t thought he’d have anything more than a single orgasm in him, not with how much he’s gotten off with Jake since Friday. And okay, they hadn’t had sex at all this morning, but he’s nearer to forty than he is to thirty-five and sure, he’s got a healthy sex drive, but the second orgasm had hit him out of the blue; Jake taking the challenge fully to heart, sucking him and fingering him until he came.
Bradley had been pliant and already felt fucked-out, but Jake had fucking coaxed him back to hardness, time slipping away but it had been over an hour, at least. He’d been determined and dedicated and Bradley can’t believe Jake massaged him, rimmed him and then fucked him hard, moving Bradley’s limbs so he could get deeper deeper deeper and Bradley hadn’t thought he’d be able to come again, already too drained, but he had, his entire body arching into Jake’s trying to get closer.
He was a fucking mess.
His bed was also a mess.
He wouldn’t change the state of either of them for anything.
“Fuck you look wrecked…”
“I feel wrecked. Remind me to remember this next time I challenge you to do something.”
“You complaining?”
“Fuck no…”
“Also for the record you didn’t help that much.”
Bradley laughs, reaches to give him a kiss and like the fact that Jake also appears to have beard burn and swollen lips. He approves.
“Think we can nap before dinner?”
“Not in this bed. Come on, let’s shower and then change the sheets.”
… … …
Jake has never been to Mav’s house before, not counting the cabin. It’s much bigger than he thought it would be. He’d imagined a sparsely furnished bachelor pad, not this little slice of suburbia. Knowing that Tom Kazansky likely lives here too has it making more sense. He wipes his hands on his pants, suddenly nervous, no idea why. He’s never done the whole meet-the-parents thing before obviously. No on-going hook-up has ever lasted long enough, or he’s always been away on deployment so it’s never been something he’s ever had to deal with. And to compound that he really shouldn’t be nervous because he knows Maverick. Quite well he thinks. Enough to know that there aren’t going to be any formalities.
Bradley had insisted he be early, organizing a Lyft and telling him he’s see him soon. Knows his inner-teenager is somehow going to play into Bradley’s plan, but nothing really more than that. He presses the doorbell and hears it chime inside the house and waits.
“Hangman! Jake,” Mav says when he opens the door, and he’s enveloped in a hug and he hugs back, remembering when Mav came to see him off and hugged him then too. “Nice to see you again, sorry I couldn’t be there when you got in. Welcome back!”
With everything that’s happened in the last forty-eight hours he’d kind of forgotten he’s been away for seven months, and that is why he’d been invited for dinner, a sort-of welcome back from deployment. Mav had said something about it being a special meal and he wonders what makes it special.
“Thanks. It’s good to be good back sir.”
“You’re the first here. Can I get you something to drink? And drop the sir, no uniform, no titles.”
“Ah, just whatever you’re having is fine,” Jake says, undoing his shoes and lining them up at the door with the others. Mav has gone off to get the drinks and he takes the times to look around. It’s very clearly a family home, and there are lots of photos of people Jake doesn’t recognize, although there are some he definitely does. Bradley. So many of Bradley in all stages of his life and Jake can’t help smiling back at the images. Then he sees a photo of himself, taken with a few of the other Daggers at the Hard Deck and he blinks. There’s another, an official photo from his promotion to Lieutenant Commander and he frowns. Wonders if Mav somehow already knows that he and Bradley are together.
“You have a photo of me.”
“Of course I do. I have photos of everyone I care about in here.”
Jake opens his mouth and then closes it again, unsure what to say, unsure if he could even physically say it with how tight his throat suddenly feels. Fuck. It’s one thing to think that maybe Mav respects him, likes him… but to have him care about him as well? It’s a lot to process.
“Ah! Here he is! The apple of my eye, sugar buns, my snuggle muffin… Hangman. I believe you know Admiral Kazansky.”
Admiral Kazansky blinks at Jake slowly, even without words he knows what he’s saying. You see what I have to put up with?
“Tom, nice to see you again,” Jake says, reaching out to shake his hand and the crinkle at the corners of Admiral Kazansky’s eyes is either amusement or approval. Hopefully both. He relaxes. Tom is signing, his eyes not leaving Jake, although Jake looks to Mav to see his eyes widening and looking confused.
“Uh, he says it’s nice to see you again too and wearing more clothes this time… When did you see him not wearing clothes?” Mav asks, and Jake is relieved the question is directed at Admiral Kazansky-Tom and not him. He’s really going to have to learn ASL sooner rather than later, and then practice it a lot because he can’t keep up with the speed at which Admiral Kazanksy is signing.
“Yes I would like to know!” Mav growls, turning then to Jake. “When did he see you naked?”
“I wasn’t naked! He didn’t say I was naked!”
“Were you stalking the locker rooms again?”
Ice signs something, that grin-smirk combo that Jake admired so much yesterday, and he has no fucking clue what he just said to Mav, but whatever it was has Mav going bright red and Jake’s starting to realize just how much these two men have likely influenced Bradley growing up.
“It doesn’t matter when he saw me in a state of undress. It’s all water under the bridge…”
Mav makes a sound of displeasure, clearly annoyed, and Jake would worry more except Admiral Kazansky is looking thrilled.
“You called him Tom,” Mav says, and Jake can tell he’s a little suspicious.
“You did just say no uniform no titles Mav…” Mav looks annoyed at having his statement thrown straight back in his face and Jake feels like he’s maybe passing this unintended test with flying colors. “Also Tom and I bonded over our love of Star Wars.”
Admiral Kazansky signs something and it makes Mav snort and roll his eyes and Jake raises an eyebrow, really wanting in on these in-jokes.
“He says you’re welcome into our home, and he’s going to go and get his phone so he can do text to voice and not have to rely on me…”
“I’m familiar with it,” Jake provides innocently and Mav takes a silent sip of his beer, just watching him and Jake tries to project an air of having no idea what is going on. He was only fifteen minutes early, had asked Javy to be a little earlier as well and when the doorbell rings he hopes it’s his best friend. Admiral-Tom has appeared at his elbow and he gets a firm clasp to the shoulder, a couple of pats and he knows he’s done a good job.
“Admiral Kazansky, nice to meet you sir…” Javy says, shaking his hand. Mav is looking more and more confused at Javy’s complete lack of reaction and Jake really hopes Tom Kazansky never decides to pull a prank on him.
“No uniform, no rank. Call me Tom. Or Iceman.”
“I’ll try sir.”
Tom snorts and catches Jake’s eye with the almost identical exchange they had yesterday.
“There is no try…” Jake says and Tom (his brain feels like it’s having it’s own private heart attack somehow) raises his drink in acknowledgment. Javy’s eyes are bugging out of his head as he approaches Jake and gives him a quick hug and he can’t help the little burst of laughter. Mav goes to get him a beer and Javy takes in all the photos, though Jake notes there isn’t a photo of Javy by himself.
Mav makes small talk, obviously trying to figure out how and when Jake met his partner, and got to know him well enough to know he was Mav’s partner. And to discuss Star Wars. He doesn’t come outright and ask though, so Jake is saved from lying outright, which is a relief. He knows Bradley is planning on being a little late, but he wants Phoenix and Bob here as well, extra people to help distract Mav from him. The bell rings again and he lets out an internal sigh of relief. Mav practically vaults over the sofa in his rush to get there and Jake is both amused but a little sad for him that his fun just isn’t going to happen.
“Oh shit…” Javy says, his voice so quiet no-one else can hear it and Jake looks between him and Phoenix and Bob, who are greeting Mav.
“Did your home just walk through the door? Jake asks quietly, because that’s what he’s taking away from the completely shell-shocked look on Javy’s face.
“Yeah, I think it did.”
Oh shit indeed.
“Tom, my friends Natasha Trace, Phoenix. And Bob Floyd, callsign Bob.”
“Nice to meet you Admiral Kazansky sir,” Phoenix and Bob say almost in unison.
“No uniform, no title. Please call me Tom.”
Maverick squawks with indignation, looking between the five of them and frowns, pulls his phone out of his back pocket and Jake can only guess he’s sending Bradley a message asking him where he is.
… … …
He waited for the second message asking him where he was before starting his car and driving from where he’d parked the street over. He’s had it too ingrained in him to never be late, is only doing it this time to wind Mav up and he’s not cruel, isn’t going to drag this out. He parks and walks up to the door, dish of brownies in his hand, doesn’t even reach out to open the door before Mav is opening the door and stepping out to look around.
“Hey Mav… sorry I’m late.”
“Hmm. Where’s this mysterious boyfriend?” Mav asks, looking behind him like Bradley is somehow blocking his view, and maybe hopefully said boyfriend doesn’t actually exist.
“Not even a hello?”
Mav’s eyes narrow and Bradley knows he’s taking in the bite marks, something he’s always been weirdly conservative about considering his approach to everything else in life. He’s also aware his skin is still quite raw-looking, Jake’s had calmed down considerably the lucky bastard.
“He’s around. And I asked for every single one of these,” Bradley says, voice low and challenging because he sure as hell doesn’t want Mav taking out his annoyance about bite marks on Jake.
“I’m sure you did. Are you… Sorry. Just… it’s been a weird night. Did you know Ice and Hangman know each other?”
“Uh… what?” Bradley asks, because obviously Jake and Ice know each other, but he hadn’t exactly known Ice was going to also blindside Mav.
“Apparently Ice saw him without clothes. But not naked. That seemed like an important distinction.”
“I’m sure there’s a perfectly innocent explanation,” Bradley says, and he’s having to hold it together. Wishes he’d been here to see that entire conversation. He does feel a little flash of guilt that Mav maybe feels a little insecure, but it’s not going to be dragged out. He’s going to know exactly how and why very very shortly.
“There will be, I just can’t figure it out and it’s annoying me. Now, is your boyfriend coming or not?”
“He’ll be here,” Bradley deflects.
“Well, he’s not exactly making a good impression. He’s late, later than you even, and I would have thought you’d come together anyway. It’s not very respectful, of you or us…”
“Wow Mav, tell me how you really feel. Also you’re making a lot of assumptions right now. Plus you sound old and grumpy.”
“He’s going to have a steep hill to climb is all I’m saying.”
“I think he’ll be okay,” Bradley says, smiling slowly as Jake appears behind Mav, doing the eyebrow quirk Bradley has already come to adore and he forces himself to keep his expression steady. “He’ll be okay, and you’ll let him be okay because he’s amazing and funny and challenges me. Because you were fucking right, I do like them with a bit of fire…”
“What?”
“Mav. Dad. I believe you know my boyfriend Jake.”
“What?”
“Jake Seresin, you know my dad, Pete Mitchell. Mav. You know Jake.”
There’s a moment of silence and Bradley spies the audience inside who are all watching with varying degrees of interest, Ice looking the most amused and Javy a little concerned.
“How long has this been going on? This… you only got back a few days ago. I call bullshit!”
“I guess we’ve been official for… what? Two days?”
“Two days?!”
“Just thought you deserved a little taste of your own medicine, being kept in the dark a little… Ice apparently agreed.”
“When Ice went out yesterday… he came and saw you.”
“Yep.”
He doesn’t know what to expect but the shove and then the tight hug seems par for the course really and Bradley hugs him back, knowing Mav can’t blame Bradley for his own traits that are a reflection of his own.
“You’re allowed to be smug for ten minutes. Then you need to drop it okay?”
Mav nods, reaches to hug Jake and Bradley steps past them to line up his shoes, allowing them to talk quietly, but he very carefully stays close enough to listen.
“Win-win for me, you know? Matching up two of the young men I think very highly of. I like you Jake. You’re a good pilot, and a good man. Can’t ask for more than that for Bradley.”
“I –”
“You don’t need to say anything, Bradley may have been thinking I was matchmaking for his benefit, but it was more for you. I think he’d be very good for you.”
Bradley doesn’t need to hear anymore, lets the door close on them and then Ice is looking at him, gesturing at his chest.
“Didn’t have all those yesterday…” Ice's device says, while he makes the bite bite bite sign, laughing silently and Jake’s friends laugh along with him. He shoves the dish of brownies into Ice’s chest. Then the door is being slammed open and Mav is standing there, eyes wild, looking right at Ice.
“You made him waffles?!”
Bradley laughs.
Mav is Ice’s problem again.
THE END
(This may alter for AO3 once I've ruminated on it - I'm giving myself overnight and maybe tomorrow.)
EPILOGUE
#Hangster#Top Gun Maverick fanfiction#Sereshaw#rooster x hangman#It's all academic darlin'#Maybe an epilogue? (I started two different ones but then left them both off)
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@writersmonth Prompt: Day 16 - Energy
Fandom: Teen Wolf | Sterek and Pack WC: 1.7k
AO3
XVI. Energy | Of Scarves and Other Broken Promises
Stiles has always had a lot more energy than he knows what to do with. It has always been both a curse and a gift. He can stay hours awake researching everything and anything his Pack needs, or run like hell long enough for one of his supernatural friends to come save his ass before he’s dead. However, Stiles Stilinski has never had to face the hardest task life has given him before: becoming a dad.
So it doesn’t really come as a surprise when after a full three days of Eli being sick in which Stiles slept a total of 2 hours and Derek slept a total of 3, Stiles is completely unable to keep up with the energy his son seems to have saved up the last three days, running from one side of the house to the other, while describing a widely confusing game he wants to play.
Stiles is almost 100% certain Eli made up in the spot, but he doesn’t have enough energy to ask, or look it up. So he just stares at his son running, standing in the middle of the hallway and trying to will the words to make sense.
“I promise I’ll play with you, Eli, but you have to explain it slower. I don’t understand if I’m supposed to be hiding or running after you.” Stiles pleaded, while trying to keep his eyes on the kid. He’s either super fast and his werewolf prowess is finally showing, or his body is moving a lot slower than he’s telling it to. He isn’t sure he wants to know.
Just went he feels he’s about to break down crying from the sheer lack of energy he has and the insane amount of it that his son has, Isaac stands right next to him. Or he notices him. From the way Isaac is looking at him, he’s been there for a bit.
“Are you okay?” Isaac asks, moving his hand in front of Stiles’ face. Okay, he has definitely been there for a while, and had tried talking to Stiles before.
“No.” It’s all Stiles can tell him, eyes unusually unfocused, but trying to follow the movement of Isaac’s right hand. Isaac stops waving, allowing Stiles to finally focus on the shape of his hand.
“Okay, what’s going on?” Isaac asks, turning to follow Eli’s movements himself. Stiles can’t express how relieved he is that someone is making sure that Eli doesn’t injure himself.
“Eli was sick. Derek says that he might for a few years, until he really does become a full werewolf or whatever, technicalities, but the kid has more energy than the sun, dude.”
Isaac raised eyebrows are so reminiscent of Derek himself that Stiles is immediately able to know what they mean too.
“Look, I don’t need you to tell me I was a hyperactive kid, I know that. But I’m a dad now, and Isaac, I’m tired.” Stiles admits, trying to walk closer to Eli now that he thinks he understand what the game is, but it’s stopped by Isaac’s hand on Stiles’ shoulder.
Stiles looks at the hand, and then at Isaac, and just sighs. He kind of just sways closer to Isaac, letting the wolf carry most of his weight, which he does without a protest.
“Look, Scott and Derek are training right now. Scott got pissed because Derek accidentally dislocated my shoulder, so they’ll probably be at it for a while. Derek is cranky when he doesn’t sleep. So, go to bed, I’ll watch my nephew.” Isaac tries to push Stiles towards the stairs, but Stiles stubbornly doesn’t move and tries to grab Isaac’s arms. “Oh,” Isaac says softly, once he realizes what his friend is doing. “I’m okay, Stiles. Derek panicked, and set it right in like a second. It was more a surprise than anything else, I promise, it’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t, Isaac, what the hell?” Stiles mumbles, but Isaac grabs both his hands in his.
“It is, Stiles. It was an accident. I wasn’t afraid, I promise.” Because while Stiles hates any member of his Pack being physically hurt, Isaac knows what has his worried the most. “I wasn’t afraid.” He repeats, when Stiles is doing his best to maintain eye contact with him. Stiles searches for something in his eyes that he must find because he nods seriously.
“Derek would never hurt you, he’s just tired. He probably wasn’t as aware of his strength as he usually is. Still, I hope Scott kicks his ass.” Isaac snickers at that, but nods along, letting his head fall on Stiles’ shoulder. Stiles absentmindedly runs his hand through his hair. Once they both feel more grounded, Isaac stands to his full height again.
“Go to sleep, Stiles, Eli and I will be fine, right, you little demon?” Isaac asked, grabbing Eli by the waist and turning him upside down to Eli’s delight.
“Are you going to play Spies with me, uncle Isaac? We have to be quiet, like ninjas.” Stiles made a mental note to figure out how to play Spies and what the hell ninjas have to do with it at a later time while he makes his way to the closest horizontal surface he finds. He knows he won’t make it to the bed, but luckily he does make it to the couch in his office on the first floor.
Stiles isn’t sure how long he sleeps for, but he’s awoken by a hand softly playing with his hair. When he turns to luck, he’s not surprised to find a half asleep Derek sitting next to him.
“Hey, Sourwolf” He greets, pulling himself closer until his head is resting on Derek’s lap.
“Hello, Mischief. Did Isaac come to the rescue?”
“He did. After you dislocated his shoulder.” Before Derek can even say anything to that, Stiles raises his hand to shut him up. “He explained. I’m not mad. Neither is he. But did Scott kick your ass?”
Derek rolled his eyes at his husband. “He went at it a lot longer than was necessary, just to make sure I didn’t get to sleep.”
Stiles laughed at that. “Atta boy.” Derek rolled his eyes again, but bent down to place a gentle kiss against Stiles’ temple.
“Isaac, however, told me he would spend the rest of the day with Eli and I could take a nap with you. Joke’s on Scott really, because our son is now third wheeling his date.”
Stiles laughed softly at that. “Are they here?” He asked against Derek’s stomach.
“Not right now.” Derek confirmed.
Derek felt more than saw Stiles nod against him. They both fell back asleep within seconds.
The second time they woke up, it was to a quiet, “they are sleeping right now, champ, we can visit them later.”
“We are awake.” Stiles called, turning from Derek’s stomach to face the door, but didn’t move from his lap. “How did your day with uncle Isaac go, gremlin?” Stiles asked, opening his arms to catch his son who was already running at full speed at him. Stiles was almost certain he was going to have either a split lip or a black eye, but Derek was faster and was able to grab Eli before he ran head first into Stiles’ face, placing the kid on Stiles’ lower stomach, where the boy happily recounted his day. It took Stiles exactly 5 minutes to notice the scarf around his son’s neck.
“What is that?” Stiles asked, gently pulling the black material enough for Eli to know what he meant.
“We were playing ninjas, and I didn’t have anything black. Uncle Isaac bought this for me.” He said happily. Stiles didn’t really need to ask, the elaborate knot was a dead give away.
“Derek” Stiles said, worriedly.
“Do you like it?” Isaac asked happily, walking inside the office as well. He showed them one of his shopping bags. “He found a variety of colors. There was even one with dinosaurs on it.”
“Isaac Lahey, I promised myself, my husband and my son he would never wear scarves. We drew the line at flannels and leather jackets.” Stiles said, trying and failing to untie the scarf, because Eli kept giggling and trying to grab Stiles’ hand.
“You also promised you would play Spies, but you fell asleep. Sometimes, you’re just full of broken promises.” Isaac teased.
“How in the world do you have that much energy?” Stiles asked, when he was still unable to think of something witty to say.
“I made Scott run in the preserve and had Eli follow him around, while I made dinner.” Isaac said simply, dropping a grilled cheese sandwich on Stiles’ chest.
“Oh, my God. Have I ever told you you’re my favorite?”
At Derek’s grumble from behind, Stiles quickly amended, “You’re my favorite non-Alpha fully grown Pack member.” Stiles amended, trying to grab at the sandwich while also making sure that Eli didn’t fall off.
“If you can stand up, I also made tomato soup. Eli already had chicken soup for dinner, he just needs a bath.”
“He smells like mud.” Derek commented, absently whiping away a few mud stains on his son’s face.
“He was not very good at keeping up with Scott.” Derek laughed softly.
“Did the ground make you fall, bud?” He asked gently, at which Eli nodded happily.
“The tree’s feet made me trip, but I stand ups.” Eli explained, and Stiles couldn’t be prouder of his son.
“Of course you did, handsome. Papa will show those roots not to mess with you.”
Derek smiled at them both while Eli continued to tell them all about his day. He turned to Isaac and mouthed a Thank You, which the beta just waved off. Eli might have more energy that either of his parents, or both, but luckily he had an entire pack to play with him. Even if the price to pay were a few weird fashion choices.
“Do you think he’ll ever even let me put a leather jacket on him?” Derek asked softly, when he noticed that Eli was now laying on Stiles’ chest, snoring softly.
“I think his new accessory of choice are scarves, and we have no one to blame but ourself. I knew Isaac being his favorite uncle was dangerous.” Stiles joked, hand dancing up and down his son’s back.
“We should let him spend a few days with Lydia.”
“You know what, Derbear, I knew there was a reason I married you, and it’s because you are a genius.” Derek let his head fall back on the coach back, closing his eyes.
“After another nap?” He offered.
“After another nap.” Stiles agreed, all three of them falling asleep together.
#writersmonth2023#writing prompt#jwritessometimes#sterek#teen wolf#eli hale#isaac is a great uncle#stiles just wants to nap
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Febuwhump Day 27: Survivor's Guilt (Sky & Hyrule)
AO3 link. Warnings: lots of guilt, this is technically the aftermath of torture but that's not really mentioned
OKAY SO this is not the end of this storyline like I said it would be XD. This chapter was not cooperating with me so I'm splitting it up and the last part will come tomorrow for the "you're safe now" prompt. That one will chronologically come before this one, so I might switch the chapter orders tomorrow, too.
This is a continuation of yesterday's Rope Burns (Hyrule) and takes place the night after Hyrule was rescued.
Part 4/5. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 5.
Sky watched from across the camp as Hyrule’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier, but he refused to let them close. He was curled into Legend’s side, and the veteran had both arms wrapped around him protectively. Every few minutes Legend would whisper something in his ear, but Hyrule would shake his head and tighten his grip on his mountain of borrowed blankets.
It lasted long into the night, after the other heroes had succumbed to sleep. Sky volunteered for the first watch, and he knew it was past his time to switch, but he also knew he wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight.
A log on the fire cracked loudly, sending sparks flying into the air. Hyrule flinched violently, curling tighter into Legend’s side. Legend stroked his hair and looked up at Sky with pleading eyes. Sky sighed and gave up pretending not to watch, quietly but swiftly making his way across the camp.
He made sure his steps were loud enough to get Hyrule’s attention as he settled on his other side. Hyrule glanced at him briefly then went back to staring into the forest.
“Is touch okay?” Sky asked. Hyrule’s eyes flicked back to Sky. He hesitated, then nodded silently. Sky readjusted the blankets over Hyrule’s shoulders then began rubbing soothing circles onto his back.
“You should rest,” Sky said. “Your body needs to heal. Your mind, too.”
Hyrule didn’t dignify that with a response. He frowned and continued staring into the forest.
“I’ve been saying that for hours. He won’t listen,” Legend said. He sounded angry, but Sky knew he was just worried. He was certain Hyrule knew, too. They were both well familiar with Legend’s brand of affection.
Sky sighed. Guilt burned within him, and his heart clenched with sympathy. Hyrule was scared. Sky didn’t blame him at all, after what he went through.
Sky wracked his brain for a way to fix this, and his thoughts drifted back to the aftermath of his own adventure. He and Sun both craved each other’s company and couldn’t fall asleep alone for months. On particularly bad nights, when either of them was kept awake by nightmares or their own regrets, Sky would pull out his harp. He would play and Sun would sing until everything bad was driven from their minds.
“I have an idea,” Sky said. He retrieved his harp from his bag and resettled by Hyrule’s back.
“Music helps me fall asleep sometimes,” Sky explained as he plucked a few strings. Legend raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t seem like you have much trouble with that,” Legend said. Sky chuckled.
“Not usually, no. After my adventure, Sun and I both had trouble sleeping. This helped,” Sky explained.
Hyrule was watching him with wide, expressive eyes. Sky smiled as he readjusted his harp and began to play. He got lost in the music for a while, and before he knew it Legend was gently tapping his arm. Legend gestured down at Hyrule with a soft smile. Hyrule’s eyes were closed and his face was relaxed.
“Finally,” Legend muttered. Hyrule didn’t stir. Sky tried to smile, but he couldn’t quite follow through.
“I’m sorry,” Sky whispered. He wasn’t sure who he was saying it to, or what exactly he was apologizing for. He just needed it to be out in the air.
Legend shook his head. “I’m gonna say it’s not your fault, because it’s not, but I get it. I feel like shit, too.”
Sky sighed deeply and nodded his agreement.
“I didn’t think he was ever going to sleep,” Legend muttered.
“I’m glad I could help with that, at least,” Sky said.
Legend shook his head again. “He finally trusts us enough to be vulnerable, and this is the shit he gets for it,” Legend said. He ran an aggravated hand through his hair. It was greasy and disheveled, like he had been repeating the motion all night.
“What do you mean?” Sky asked.
Legend rolled his head back to stare at the stars. “I don’t know. I’m exhausted, nothing I say is going to make sense.”
Legend hesitated, mouth opening and closing. Sky settled himself more comfortably behind Hyrule, content to wait.
“I’m glad he finally feels safe enough around us to be scared, I guess. Few months ago, that wouldn’t have happened. He shouldn’t fucking have to,” Legend finished.
Sky nodded his agreement. His throat felt tight with emotion he couldn’t quite express.
“It’s still not your fault,” Legend added. Sky glanced up at him in surprise. “From what he’s told me, his era’s monsters have been trying to get him for… ever. The infected ones were finally smart enough to pull it off.”
“I should’ve-”
“Stop it, Sky. Hyrule doesn’t need our protection. None of the younger ones do, as much as I hate to admit it. You’re the strongest swordsman of all of us, and ‘Rulie’s been fighting for as long as he can remember. If the two of you couldn’t stop this, there’s nothing any of us could have done.”
Sky let Legend’s words work their way into his mind. Legend was right, of course he was. Sky knew, logically, there was nothing more he could have done. Fi’s voice had been running through his mind with statistics all day.
The knowledge didn’t make it any easier to watch Hyrule in pain.
The words were stuck in his throat, but Legend seemed to read his mind.
“Doesn’t make it easier,” Legend said.
“We’re here now,” Sky said, voice quiet and shaky.
Hyrule shifted in his sleep, subconsciously curling tighter into Legend’s side.
“Yeah,” Legend said, wrapping his arms around Hyrule again. “We are."
#febuwhump2023#febuwhump#febuwhump day 27#survivor's guilt#fic#tw:#guilt#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu fic#lu hyrule#lu sky#lu legend#ace writes
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I'm not sure how I made it through the day but I did it. A lot of it was horrible but surprisingly there were no tears. I was swearing a lot though. I had 32 cases and it was so crazy that the coordinator had to help me most of the morning. She was being very nice and I really appreciated her help because I probably would have wanted to walk out otherwise.
The fastest doctor had 2 rooms again and he was completing surgeries in less than 6 minutes so it was impossible to keep up even though 2 of us were working on stuff at the same time. He did 15 surgeries in less than 3 hours. I didn't get to eat breakfast and I had a horrible migraine when I woke up this morning but I took medicine so I could keep going. There were also 6 surgeries on the other side of the hospital and they kept forgetting to bring me stuff so I had to go back and forth so many times. It was exhausting.
I was so happy that someone covered my lunch because I thought I was going to pass out. I got a cup of soup because I really did not want to eat their sandwiches. It wasn't enough but at least I had something so I wasn't as nauseated. I was happy that I got to sit and talk with my friend again for a little while. I did get annoyed because someone was using the microwave in the cafeteria and they set their bagel on fire somehow. I'm not sure how they managed to do that but there was a lot of smoke so I had to get up and leave.
There were 5 specialty cases this afternoon and 4 of them were different kinds of corneal transplants so they used a lot of shit. I was turning over instruments all day. I got frustrated at the end of the day because the only corneal transplant tray we have got contaminated before the last case when they were opening. The tech got a bunch of holes in her glove somehow but the gloves were close to expiring anyway so I guess that makes sense. I rushed to get the tray in the autoclave but the cycle takes 50 minutes so it wouldn't be ready in time so I'm glad we had some instruments wrapped individually in the closet. I got all of my stuff cleaned up and I went and sat in the hallway and watched the last case which was a complex corneal transplant. I have never seen anything like that before. The evening team lead even came out of the department to watch because it was slow. I normally don't get grossed out by eye stuff but I felt like I was watching a horror movie for a while. I probably shouldn't describe it in detail. I wasn't planning on staying late because there was a tech that could clean the instruments for me but I couldn't stop watching. I ended up staying an hour late but it was voluntary so I can't complain.
Earlier I thought I was going to fall asleep when I got home but I'm wide awake right now. I wish my body wasn't tired so I could actually accomplish something. I think I have just had an absurd amount of caffeine today but I'm sure I will crash in an hour or 2. I'm not very hungry but I will try to eat something.
I really wanted to see you this weekend too but I don't think that's going to happen because you haven't talked to me. I've also been wanting to try that beer since last year but I don't think I will get to this year either. I would love to get out of the house and do something fun. I hope everyone has a great time though.
I'm not really planning on doing anything this weekend. I'm going to make myself get up early tomorrow and take a long shower. Then I'm going to go to the store and pick up my medicine. That's about it. I know I'm going to be hurting in the morning. I'm hoping that I don't feel too bad. I don't want to sleep all day.
I didn't have any quiet time today so I think I need to relax now. I'm not sure what I'm going to do the rest of the night. I guess I'm going to hang out with Salazaar. I'm probably not going to be able to get up for a while anyway because he fell asleep on my feet. I'm not planning on staying up late because I want to wake up early. I don't have much else to say right now. Hopefully tomorrow is a good day.
I hope everyone else has a good day tomorrow too!!! 💖💖💖
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685.
1 - Who was the last person to give you a gift? What was the reason for it?
Suzanne got me some chocolates as a "thank you" for looking after Charlie for a few days while they went away.
2 - Are you a good cook? If so, who taught you? What’s your favourite thing to cook?
I can cook but I don't really enjoy it. My dad actually taught me most of the basics and then I was self-taught for the rest.
3 - When was the last time something in your house broke? Did you manage to fix it or did you need to buy a replacement?
The xBox stopped working a while ago but when I tried it yesterday it seemed to be okay. I think it must have just overheated or crashed or something.
4 - Is any part of your body hurting right now? What caused that pain?
Yeah, my left hip which always plays up when it's cold and snowy.
5 - Do you have anything exciting planned for the upcoming weekend?
It's Sunday now and we have a snow day. Next weekend I have work on Saturday and then it's my birthday on Sunday so we're going out for lunch.
6 - If you could spend two weeks in any city in the world, which city would you pick and why?
Tokyo, just because it's somewhere I've always wanted to go and it looks like one of those places where you'll never get bored.
7 - When was the last time you tripped or fell in public? if there was nobody around to see you, did you still feel embarrassed?
I skidded on the snow this morning but it was only in the garden. I wasn't embarrassed, just glad I didn't get hurt tbh, haha.
8 - The last time you made a sandwich, what did you put in there?
I have no idea, I never really eat sandwiches. I had peanut butter on toast this morning though!
9 - How many hours sleep did you get last night? Was that enough for you or could you have slept for longer?
About seven? I woke up wide awake at 6am for no apparent reason.
10 - What’s your favourite time of day? What’s your favourite thing to do at that time?
On workdays I love my afternoons. I finish work around 1.30pm, come home, feed the animals, shower and then I have the rest of the day to do what I want. Normally I watch TV, mess around online, play games or sometimes see friends. On weekends I love lazy mornings.
11 - Where did you go the last time you left your house?
I haven't been out properly since Friday but I've been out in the garden to play with the dog in the snow a lot.
12 - Are you tired right now? Will you be going to bed anytime soon?
I'm kinda tired but I won't be going back to sleep. It's nearly lunchtime so I'll feed the animals after this and then probably make myself something to eat.
13 - How many times a week do you get takeaway coffee, if you get it at all?
On average, none lol. It's just too expensive for me to justify on a regular basis. I buy the syrups and stuff and make it at home.
14 - What radio station do you listen to the most?
Radio One.
15 - If you eat steak, how do you like it cooked? What sauces or sides do you like to go with it?
Rare, and I like it with mushrooms, fries and onion rings. In terms of sauce, I like blue cheese.
16 - Do you prefer sweet or savoury pancakes? What toppings do you have on them?
Sweet. Normally I have blueberries, honey and bananas.
17 - Are you someone who cracks their joints a lot? Which one(s) do you tend to crack and click the most?
My joints crack whenever I move, haha. Normally my toes, knees, back and neck make the most noise.
18 - Have you ever taken medication or tablets to help you sleep? is this something you do on a regular basis?
Yeah, both prescription and herbal ones, but I haven't needed either for a good six months now.
19 - For you, what’s the worst thing about getting up in the morning? What about the worst thing about going to bed tonight?
I just hate actually getting out of bed, especially in winter. I'm fine going to bed at night.
20 - Do you prefer regular or diet soft drinks?
Diet. I find the regular ones too sweet.
21 - What do you tend to wear if you’re just hanging about the house for the day?
Leggings and a hoody at this time of year. In summer normally shorts and a t-shirt.
22 - When was the last time you dyed your hair? Did you do it yourself or get it done at a hairdresser?
A couple of years ago. I always do it myself.
23 - Does having to wear a mask stop you doing things? Is this because you struggle wearing one or you just don’t like it?
I couldn't wear one because of sensory issues. I have autism and having something covering my mouth and nose makes me nauseous and panicky. I could cope for a few minutes but nothing longer.
24 - Have you ever witnessed a car accident? Or have you perhaps been involved in one yourself? Were you at fault?
I've never witnessed one but been involved in a couple - neither were my fault, though.
25 - When was the last time you baked a cake? What cake was it?
Years ago. I don't really like baking. I did make bread during lockdown though using one of those kits.
26 - Do you like wearing bows or accessories in your hair?
Nope.
27 - How many books do you read in a year? Do you enjoy reading or do you have to really force yourself to sit down and read?
I haven't read a book in ages. I never read anymore, I just don't seem to enjoy it in the way I used to.
28 - If you have pets, where did they come from? A breeder, a rescue or maybe a friend who bred their pet?
Purrlock is a rescue, Simba and Toby are farm kittens and Archie is from a breeder.
29 - Do you make your bed every morning when you get up?
Yeah, every single day. It feels wrong not to make the bed.
30 - When was the last time you got takeaway food? Was it good?
Last week, and yeah, it was pretty good.
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Daniela x Maiden ---- Hunted Ch.5
Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4
Everything hurts. But what else is new.
The past forty hours since the Grand Chambermaid stitched you up for the second time have been a living hell.
You're exhausted, but you can't truly rest. You jerk awake at the slightest muscle twitch in your sleep and the subsequent nuclear explosion of pain it causes across your shoulders.
Then there's more than the physical aspect to it. Because mentally, you're going paranoid. The softest sound from beyond the window of your room turns your blood to ice. You refuse to look outside out of fear of seeing that flying creature's shadow. Even if nothing's there, your eyes may still play cruel tricks on you.
Either way, one little push and your mind may fall apart again. That's what you despise the most about your situation.
Still, you try to keep it together. To ground yourself. You're used to going through storms like this all by your lonesome.
Except, to your surprise... you're not alone, this time.
Many of the other maids come to check on you. They bring painkillers, flowers, wishes to get better soon.
Rhiannon pays you regular visits and introduces Alexia to you during one of them. To your utter surprise –despite her choice of partner and what you wrongly assumed that says about her— she's utterly normal, too. Seemingly a tad distant, at first, but only at first.
For the first time in your life, you have the sense that you're part of something.
And that's new.
Warming.
-
However, as much as it stings to think...
Perhaps it would be better for everyone, in the long run, if that flying monster had succeeded in killing you.
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Late at night on the fourth day, your door quietly opens and closes again. You're not at all alarmed by the sound; so many people come and go from your room lately that you're completely at ease with it.
Rhiannon probably forgot something in here, you assume.
Only, the steps approaching are too light. The even taps of those heels don't sound like hers. When you slowly and carefully roll around, it's not a green pair of eyes you meet, but subtly heterochrome amber.
“Hello, Knight!” Daniela gives a little wave that's several levels cuter than it has any right to, coming from her kind. “Aw, don't you look elated to see me~”
You aren't so sure that is quite how your wide eyes are to be interpreted, but who are you to argue. You also doubt how well you can handle her peculiar moods in your current state, which... must look about as bad as it feels.
What do I even care about that, though?
Daniela doesn't bother pulling the chair in front of your modest desk to sit like most other visitors do. Instead, she lowers herself right to the edge of your mattress, looking down at you with those too-bright eyes in the dark.
Even from the centimetres between her leg and your hand, you feel the chill radiating off her body. She appears much more rigid than usual, too. You wonder if it's from the cold or the scent of blood surely lingering beneath your bandages.
“I thought you'd be up by this point. But that thing got you good, huh...” her soft voice trails off, her eyes moving across your shoulders, as if she can see the gashes underneath two layers of bandages and the loose shirt you're wearing.
It should scare you, this predator leaning over you, examining you, while you're utterly defenceless. Oddly enough, though... your heart isn't beating any faster. Daniela doesn't have the wild, feral look in her gaze from that first time you were in similar positions. If anything, her demeanor is oddly... calm.
“You gotta recover faster. The other maids are boooring~” she whines. Literally whines the last part.
An involuntary, tiny smile curves your lip. “I'm trying.”
“Try harder.” she huffs. Crimson locks of hair fly with the released air.
“Yes ma'am.” you reply, tone between seriousness and playing along.
Any amusement that may have started to build, however, suffers an abrupt death as you start to feel uncomfortably hot again. The covers on top of you are suddenly frustrating and you have to push them further down your middle. Heck, even your thin shirt feels like a brand on your skin. A slow-spreading ache buzzes at your temples.
Daniela’s brow creases with a slight frown at the flush of your body. “What’s wrong?”
“Why is it so hot here…?” escapes you in barely a breath.
“Hot? It’s freezing in here.” she complains, earlier composure breaking as she rubs her hands over her biceps to generate any sort of heat. She’s not wearing gloves, this time and her fingers look unhealthily pale.
Daniela’s eyes scan you, now filled with curiosity. A little flash of an idea crosses them, as clear to you as a shooting star. In the few seconds it takes her to move, you’re expecting all sorts of things from her and none of them are good.
Slowly, almost experimentally, Daniela lifts her hand… and rests it on your stomach.
Her touch should feel too cold, but in your current state it provides the perfect soothing chill. The arrangement seems to work both ways, because she brings her other hand to your side, as well, long fingers splaying against you.
Her eyelashes flutter closed. A pleasurable little sigh escapes her parted lips. She even tilts her chin up a bit and it’s obvious she’s so thoroughly enjoying this…
But, really, it shouldn’t look so sinful.
A traitorous shiver runs down your stomach, lingering low in your belly. She could crush you in half if she wanted, like this, yet that’s the farthest thing from what your mind is picturing her hands doing. If anything, the thought is making you burn even further, even in places that weren’t, before.
“You feel good…” she husks –fuck, you didn’t think her voice could drop to this timbre— and her dark-painted nails dig a tad into the fabric of your shirt.
Honestly? You forget how to breathe. Your stomach plummets through the floor.
Kill me now, Lord, kill me now…
Thankfully –thankfully, you repeat to yourself until you believe it— a sound only one of you can catch distracts Daniela. Her head turns right and upwards, listening in.
“Why is mother calling for me now…?” Her pretty lips then pull into a pout. She looks back at you again, reluctant to let go. “Guess I have to leave. Stay toasty for me, Knight.”
With a soft pat on your abs, Daniela stands. She sends you that darling wave again.
Then, in a swirl of blowflies, she’s gone.
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It takes you a full week to return to work.
You could certainly take more days off for a complete recovery, but you were never one to stand being idle long. Especially now, where it indirectly burdens the other girls. No, you need something to do, to keep you occupied so your mind doesn’t travel. The places it tends to lead to are not safe.
So it’s with great relief that you pick up your trusty cleaning tools again and return to polishing suits of armor, decorations and floors, until you can practically see your reflection in them.
It's habit by now for you to put off the most dangerous section of your assigned wing, the library Daniela frequents, until the end of your shift.
Except, if you're completely honest with yourself –and you don't want to be— this time it's not so much the fear of her that has you hesitating outside the closed door. Rather, the memory of the last time the two of you were in the same space is to blame.
Daniela is there when you enter the library, on the couch facing the fireplace, legs pulled up so her new book is resting on her knees. Despite the pleasant atmosphere of the room, not hot but not cold either, she looks like she's one step away from shivering.
What strange physiology, you muse and go about dusting off the first massive shelf;
“Knight.” her voice calls, in a volume lower than usual. “Leave that and come here.”
You don't exactly have much of a choice in the matter.
Subtly heterochrome eyes break away from the page to look into yours. The light of the fire ahead of her brings out new flecks of gold in them you hadn't noticed before. They glint like the gemstone on the choker around her neck.
“Sit.” She pats the cushion beside her once.
You eye the seat wearily, but you know better than to ignore her. Very carefully, you lower yourself down to the plush couch.
“Warm me up.” she demands next.
Her amber orbs drop down to the book again, though you know you only have so much time to please the princess. Gathering your courage, you lift your hand... and gently lower it on her back.
The coiled muscles you can feel there, underneath her all-black outfit, loosen a bit at the newfound heat. Long eyelashes flutter like a butterfly's wings. When you dare caress up and down, Daniela all but purrs like an oversized mutant cat.
It's... strangely thrilling? No, no what's wrong with you—
It's strange. Strange, fullstop. From this close, she feels smaller than you thought.
“You know,” she speaks up an indefinite amount of time later. “Before Mother called for me the other day, I wanted to do something. And I've been thinking about it ever since.”
“Hm?”
You don't have the time to question what that is or react to what she does next.
With frightening speed, Daniela pushes herself up, slides a leg over your own and straddles your thighs.
Your heart slams to the back of your ribcage in alarm. Your stitches pull at the sudden tightness of your shoulders. She doesn't have the blood-crazed gleam in her eye that signals fatal danger, but with Daniela that doesn't necessarily mean you're safe, either.
“Relax, Knight.” coos the predator, deceptively soft, as she's perched on top of you. Her cold hand lays flat against your chest, where your pulse kicks wildly against your skin.
The touch shouldn't help your nerves settle down somewhat, yet it does. Daniela is keeping most of her weight on her legs rather than yours, studying your face.
There's a very stark dichotomy to the way she looks right here; a devil who's killed and maimed for fun, illuminated by the backlight of the fireplace with an orange glow akin to that of a saint.
Even you are confused by what you feel in this moment suspended in time, whether it's anxiety caused by her nature or awe at the perfection of her features.
“I'm just curious about something.” she admits with a little shrug. “Indulge me for a moment? And I'll let you go. Promise.”
Your gaze flits to her crimson mouth while it moves, then back to hers. Maybe she doesn't care to wait for your consent, or maybe –and this is the scarier thought— it's clear in your eyes.
Either way...
Daniela leans forward and presses her smooth lips to yours, cold to hot. The first slide and lock is experimental, almost innocent. Your hands come up to her waist out of need for something to hold on to. Except the grip makes her release a soft sigh against you and, well....
Your brain shuts down right there.
Despite the many many voices of reason telling you otherwise, you press forward, lick over her lower lip, revelling in how eagerly she opens her velvet mouth for you. Surprisingly, Daniela tastes of vanilla-flavored lipstick and wine, a combo that makes you want to devour her.
And her broken little moan, God, it's the hottest thing ever.
Daniela's thighs clench tightly around yours, as if she’s barely resisting the urge to grind down. She already feels warmer in your lap. You can't help but wonder how hot you can really make her with just a kiss—
But the hand resting on your chest moves up to your shoulder to grip you harder and drags over your bandaged stitches in the process.
You literally cry out.
Daniela springs off of you.
The sharp waves of pain that literally numb your entire upper half are exactly the slap across the face you needed in this moment. Your well-deserved reminder of the only outcome available for you if you forget what she is and what she can do to you for even a second;
Agony.
“Hey... Knight, look at me.” she requests, but you can't.
You can't, you gotta get out of here.
“I didn't mean to…”
You stumble on your way to the door. You're like a woman drowning, desperate to make it to the surface for air, except you're choking in your demons rather than water.
When you get to the corridor, you don't look back to see if she's followed you.
You don't look back.
#daniela dimitrescu x oc#resident evil village#resident evil 8#cassandra dimitrescu#lady dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu#fanfiction#creative writing#in which things are spiced up#but Knight is still dealing with stuff bae is wounded okay#Curious Dani best Dani
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"What did you do..?"
platonic!benchtrio x male!reader
pronouns: he/him
summary: Y/N is an admin on the DreamSMP, although, with the power, comes the responsibility to say no to the people you care about. It sadly ends with him hurting himself in the end.
TW: pills (?), mention of overdosing, slight mention of being drunk, mention of vomit/throwing up, mention of death
Your hair was ruffled and your eyes had heavy bags under them. You struggled to stay awake with the pressure and stress being put on your body. Your arms were tense and all you wanted to was sleep, but you knew that the boys would be here. You sleepily walked over to your cabinets and grabbed a bottle of pills. They were for your insomnia. It was already a struggle when you could rarely sleep, and when you did it would only be for a good 2 hours, but the constant requests from the boys to get them things from creative mode...? It hurt so much more.
You grabbed a glass and filled it with water, rushing as you could hear the footsteps outside of your home. You grabbed, 1 to many and swallowed, scared to let the boys see you like this. You ran to the front door, hearing the knock. Opening the door, you smiled, looking like a drunk man. Tubbo tensed at your face, most likely thinking you were drunk. “H-hey Y/N… How are you?” He asked, clearly hesitant to speak. You cranked your head over, now regretting not checking how many pills you took. “He-Hey kid…” You spoke, feeling something enter the back of your throat. ‘Oh no,’ You thought, but it was too late. Vomit spewed out of your mouth. You were lucky enough to turn your head so it didn’t hit the boys.
Your eyes felt bloodshot and you were feeling dizzy. “Y/....re..ou….ght?!...” You tried to listen to the conversation, but it was too muffled to hear. Your ears were ringing, and you were panicking. You quickly stood up, shocking the boys. “Pl-please don’t worry about me- w-” Your words were cut off by a cough. You knew what was causing it, but you wanted to help the boys out with what they needed, even if it cost you your life. “What do you… need…?” That was the last thing that came out of your mouth before you dropped to the ground. The last thing you heard, however, was weird. “SAM!” It was Tommy. Why would Tommy call for Sam? Did he have the things they wanted? Oh, that’s fine, you needed some rest anyway.
When you woke up, you were surprised, to say the least. There was Ranboo sleeping on a chair, Tubbo sleeping on the floor, and Tommy, sitting down on the end of the bed, looking around. When he saw that your eyes were open he gasped and threw a shoe at Ranboo. It ricocheted off of him and hit Tubbo right on the nose. Both jumped up with a gasp and looked at Tommy, who then pointed to you. Tubbo’s eyes welled up with tears and Ranboo put his hands up to his mouth with a sad gasp. Tubbo’s body moved before he could stop it himself and he was soon draped over you crying into your chest. Ranboo took 2 steps over and wrapped his arms around Tubbo and you. All while Tommy still sat at the end of the bed, teary eyed and looking angry
“Wh-Why did you do that?” Tommy asked. His body was shaking in either anger or from trying to hold in his tears. Tubbo nodded, sort of jabbing his horn into you making you intake a sharp gasp of breath. “...” You didn’t say anything. “Do what?” You asked, your eyes were dead and you didn't want to move. ‘I was doing what they wanted me to do, right?’ “What do you mean?! You tried to kill yourself! Was it to get rid of us?!-” Tommy started, yelling his lungs out. You Fired back by cutting him off, “What do YOU Mean?! I did this for you! You all come to me and ask for things constantly! It wears me down! It hurts! I just… I just…” You weren’t able to finish as the tears flooded down your cheeks. There was a good 3 to 4 minutes of no one saying anything. Just silence. You look up a bit, finally taking a look after your breakdown.
Tommy’s eyes were wide and tears were streaming down his face. Tubbo and Ranboo looked the same. You opened your chat, quickly typing in cords to something, or, somewhere. Tommy knew that sound. He’d heard Dream from time to time when he was about to leave, this was of course when he was still in exile. It brought back some not-so-happy memories. “WAIT- '' His words were cut off when you disappeared out of thin air. He knew he lost you. The whole trio knew they lost you. Cause no one could find you.
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Together we stand (part 32)
Summary: Together We Stand explores the relationship between Billy Russo and Reader (You), over the course of twenty years. You meet as children, and you two are best friends until life tears you apart. You always find your way to each other over the years, although you witness him becoming someone you barely recognize. Billy is your weakness, the one person you cannot resist, and as he grows into a selfish, cold, manipulative man, you can’t let go of the Billy you once knew.
Warning: Mature (SMUT), 18+, language (cursing), abuse (psychological), toxic relationship dynamics.
Words: 3,600
The * indicates steamy/ mature content
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Part 1 Part 2* Part 3 Part 4* Part 5 Part 6* Part 7* Part 8
Part 9* Part 10 Part 11* Part 12* Part 13 Part 14 Part 15
Part 16 Part 17* Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21* Part 22
Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26* Part 27 Part 28 Part 29
Part 30 Part 31
TWO DAYS LATER
The abandoned warehouse you’re all meeting in wasn’t hard to find, Billy had spotted it a while ago, when he was scouting for places to settle Anvil in. It’s perfect: remote, abandoned and deserted, Billy is sure that no one will disturb the five of you. It’s located near the docks, and he can hear seagulls and horns in the distance. You’re standing close to him, and he withstands the need to reach for your hand. He needs to ground himself, and although he knows that the contact of your skin on his would bring him comfort and appease the tension that’s painfully building in his chest, he resists, staring straight instead, his legs wide apart, his hands shoved down his pockets.
Frank has surprised you and him, reaching out in less than the 48 hours you had given him. Billy suspects that Curtis might have helped. He had been surprised to find that his old friend was as understanding and kind as you had assured him, he’d be. He should have known better, you’re a better judge in character than he is, and you always assume the best of people. Billy categorized this kind of thinking as naïve, but he’s forced to recognize that you might be right: expecting people to react kindly, can, sometimes, be a good thing.
Before he found Curtis and explained everything to him, he was sure that the marine wouldn’t understand. He expected him to react like Frank: angrily, possibly violently, or at least scold him. Instead, Curtis had listened to him, nodding, and staying quiet. Once Billy was done, he simply said that he understood, and that he’d be there for him and Frank. The relief that Billy felt was short-lived: he wasn’t sure you’d be able to convince his best friend.
Once again, he had been wrong. Whether Curtis had helped Frank calm down, or if your talk had been enough, it didn’t matter. Frank was here, with Maria and Curtis. The five of you had decided to meet, and Billy had chosen the location. Rawlins could be tailing him, or at least monitoring him. The meet had to take place on neutral and hidden ground.
Billy blinks, the exhaustion washing over him. He’s been going through the motions, his mind clouded with a sharp fear that never leaves him. He hasn’t properly slept in days, catching a few hours of sleep here and there, but always finds himself jerking awake, cold sweat covering his body, his heart beating in his ears a few hours after he finally fell asleep. He knows that you’re not sleeping either, and he usually finds you awake in the middle of the night, sitting in the living room. He watches you, scribbling in your notebook, plotting, planning. He can practically hear your mind racing and your thought process. He knows that you’re methodically dissecting every possibility, trying to find the best course of action. You’ve written down everything: every name he’s given you, every date, and have done some research on your own. You’ve found out where the men involved in Operation Cerberus are now, and you research has given him hope.
You’ve already told him your plan, and Billy was impressed by your determination. Torn and tortured with guilt, he’s had to listen to you expose every step, flinching when he understood that you intended to leave everything behind. Everything you’ve ever worked for: your spot as a professor in Columbia, your apartment, your friends and family, your career. You’re willing to throw your life away, and risk your life, for him.
As much as he wants to believe it, part of him wants to flee. He can’t bear the thought of ruining your life. He doesn’t deserve your devotion, and your commitment. But he needs you and knows that he won’t be able to get through this without you. So instead of leaving, he stays, listens to you, and helps you plan.
Billy watches the Castles, Frank’s sullen mask on, his expression unwilling to betray a single emotion. He knows this face by heart, he’s seen it countless times on the field. The last time they met, the rage and betrayal in Frank’s eyes broke Billy’s heart, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. His eyes drift to Maria, her fair features expressing worry. She doesn’t avoid his gaze but fails to offer him the usual kind smile she always gives him: a grin expressing maternal care, true friendship, and love. His stomach tightening, Billy avoids her gaze, telling himself that he never deserved her love anyway.
“Thank you for coming” Your voice comes from next to him and breaks the steady flow of his thoughts.
Frank and Maria nod, only Curtis’ voice replies to you. “Of course.”
Billy glances at you, and his heart beats faster in his chest: the look of determination on your face oddly reassuring him. You keep surprising him, taking charge and action in the moments he feels helpless.
“Billy and I came up with a plan” you start, and Billy glances back at the Castles. Frank’s eyes seem devoid of any life as he watches you, his face blank, contrasting with the fear and nervosity coming off his wife next to him.
“We believe that Billy should be pretending to work for Rawlins for a while. He’ll come with an imaginary plan to kill you” you look directly in Frank’s eyes as you say the last words, and Billy sees it, the slightest, most discreet flinch in Frank’s stance.
“In the meantime,” your eyes drift to Maria now, and she stares back at you, straightening her spine. Billy notices the way she tries to seem cool and collected, observing from her body language that the nervosity might be overwhelming for her. “You will leave the state with the kids.”
Maria blinks a few times. “Leave the state?” she repeats “And go where?”
“I have reached out to my sister in California. You cannot go somewhere predictable, like your family.”
Maria audibly gulps, and Frank still hasn’t moved. “My sister and her girlfriend would be happy to have you and the kids. They own a large house, and you can stay for months there.”
“Months?” Frank finally speaks, his voice rough cutting through the air. “Can’t we kill these fuckers quicker?”
Curtis shifts, and Billy tenses. “It’ll be more complicated than that, Frank. Rawlins is at the CIA. We cannot go at him unprepared. We need to plan this carefully, and steadily.” Billy admires the way your voice never breaks, wondering where all this strength and assurance come from. You’ve never been in a life-or-death situation, never had to fight for you life. How can you be so calm right now?
“We need to find the leak. Once we find them, and what they know, we might have a better chance. They will likely be an ally and help kill them all.”
Maria’s eyes widen, and she watches you as if she doesn’t recognize you. It’s a personality trait that Billy would never have thought you’d ever display, talking about murder carelessly, normally.
“Them?” Curtis asks, and you nod.
“William Rawlins, Morty Bennett, and probably others. I’m pretty sure they weren’t alone in this.”
“The leak will help us find who else was in on the drug trafficking.” Billy says.
“You mean apart from you?” Frank clenches his jaw, his eyes fixed on the man he used to consider his best friend. The hurt washing over him takes the air of Billy’s lungs, and he doesn’t reply.
“Yes, Billy was involved” you interject, “Can we move on from this?”
Frank’s eyes leave Billy’s, and he stares at you. “How can you be okay with this?” he asks, and Billy rolls his shoulders, the uneasiness crawling under his skin.
“Whatever grudge you’re holding over Billy, it only concerns the two of you. I’m not interested in the past; I just want to put this behind us.”
“By killing people?” Maria asks, and you release a sigh.
“If it means protecting the people I love, then yes.”
The tension thickens, and Maria shakes her head. “What’s your plan, exactly?” she asks, and Billy softly exhales.
“Once you and the kids are safe in California, Rawlins will come at Billy, and most likely, me.” Billy clenches his jaw, hating to be reminded that you’re in danger because of him. “I will make arrangements to disappear as well. I’ll quit my job and tell everyone I know that I’m leaving for Europe, to write my next book. I’ll pretend to write a novel about a hermit traveling northern Europe, and that I need to leave for research purposes. I will book plane tickets, and hotels in Scandinavia. If Rawlins looks for me, or Billy, they will look there.”
Curtis chuckles, lightening the mood.
“Frank, Curtis, Billy, and I will stay in New York, in a hidden location. We can’t go at Rawlins directly; we need to find out who else is involved. Morty Bennett being the weak link, he’ll be the first we’ll question.”
“We?” Maria asks, looking incredulous. “Are you planning to question him yourself?”
“Of course, not” Billy interrupts, and you glance at him, clenching your jaw. “It’s out of the question, you are unprepared and untrained.”
You nod, and Billy can sense that you’re controlling yourself. It’s been hard to convince you to stay in the shadows; of course you’d like to be there every step of the way. But Billy would rather die than let you come.
“So far, the list consists of William Rawlins, Director of Covert Operations for the CIA, Morty Bennett, and Ray Schoonover.”
“Major Schoonover?” Frank asks, genuinely surprised. “He’s dirty too?”
Billy nods, aware of the new betrayal Frank is experiencing. The Major was the one who trained Frank when he first joined the marines; he’s taught him everything.
“He’s the head of the heroin traffic in New York” Billy murmurs, and he watches understanding dawn on Frank’s face. “He’s the one who financed Cerberus Operation.”
Maria scoffs “What are you talking about?” she asks, and you cut Billy off, surprising him.
“Frank and Billy took part in a special force squad back in Afghanistan, called Cerberus. They thought it was legit, turned out to be an illegal operation financed by drug smuggling.”
“Billy knew.” Frank says, and you sigh heavily.
“Yes, he knew, and he took the money. But if Billy hadn’t been dirty, he would never have found out that Rawlins wants to kill you.”
“Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night?” Frank asks Billy. His eyes are narrowed, and he walks slowly towards Billy, staring at him. His heart thundering in his chest, Billy clenches his fists.
“No, it’s not” he replies through gritted teeth.
Sensing that things might escalate, Curtis steps between them, and places a hand over Frank’s chest.
“I know you’re pissed, man, and rightly so.” He glances briefly at Billy before he speaks next. “But we need to move on from this, or else we’ll never be able to complete this mission.”
“What mission?” Frank spits “Saving Billy’s ass?”
“Saving your family!” you shout, and Billy tears his eyes from Frank to look at you. Your face is expressing pure anger, with a fickle of fear in your eyes. He relaxes and steps back, lowering his eyes.
“I know a place” Curtis says, changing the subject. “It’s in New York, a safehouse. You could stay there before you interrogate Morty. I think it’d be better if you’re mobile after that.”
“Change location every two days” Billy nods.
“Motels, other hideout points, I can find the locations for you.” Curtis says.
“Won’t they come after you?” Frank asks, and Billy shakes his head.
“They aren’t aware of our ties with Curtis. If they ever were, I’d know.”
“So, you’ll kill Morty Bennett, and Rawlins, and the Major” Maria says slowly, as if the words were frightening her. “Won’t these assassinations trigger some questions in the CIA? What makes you think that they won’t come after you?”
“That’s why we need the leak” you reply.
“Rawlins said they were an anonymous hacker” Billy explains, recalling the words of Agent Orange. “He didn’t tell me their name, but they might have enough to prove that all these men were dirty, and corrupt. The CIA will want to bury this, or they reputation will be sullied.”
“Alright, and how to we find this leak?” Curtis asks.
“Morty will tell us.” Billy says confidently.
Everyone nods, and he risks a peep at you. You’re staring right ahead, watching Frank and Maria’s reactions. Sensing Billy’s eyes on you, you turn and meet his gaze. Time stands still as you stare at each other, the background dissolving. Meeting your warm eyes, Billy feels a familiar, comforting warmth spread through his chest, and a gentle, discreet smile from you finishes to appease him. He reaches for your hand, and you squeeze it back before turning your attention back to the others. The spell breaks, and reality crashes into Billy again. He frowns, making a mental note to have you as far away as possible from the upcoming fights: you would be too big of a distraction for him.
“You should start to build an alibi for your departure, but in a discreet, controlled manner. Rawlins’ men cannot know that you’re planning to leave” you say, looking at Maria. “An extended vacation, something that will explain your disappearance. The schools can be warned too, but at the last moment possible. You won’t be able to use your credit cards in California, so you should start preparing some big amounts of cash.”
“What about our house?” Maria replies, looking right at you.
“Rent it.”
“What will we tell the kids?”
You open your mouth and close it right away, and the view would be comical if the situation wasn’t this tense.
“We’ll figure it out” Frank grumbles, and you shoot him a surprised look that Billy shares. It’s the first constructive thing he’s said this far. Does this mean that he’s starting to come around?
“So, Billy and Frank will interrogate Morty” Curtis says, breaking the small silence. “Does this mean you’ll kill him as well?”
You shoot a look at Billy, and he replies for you. “We could risk letting him stay alive, but he knows far too much, and he’s loyal to Rawlins. Morty would never stay put, I’m a hundred percent sure he’d turn on us like this” He snaps his finger to make his point.
“So, you’re okay killing an innocent man” Maria comments, and Billy sighs.
“He isn’t innocent. He’s responsible for the torture and executions of hundreds of people.”
“Like you” Frank says, and Billy grits his teeth, his stomach uncoiling with guilt and anger.
“And you.” He shoots back, immediately regretting the words.
“Stop it.” You snap, and Billy blinks a few times while Frank grunts.
You take three burner phones out of your bag and hand them to Curtis, Maria, and Frank.
“We will only communicate on these matters on those.” You gesture towards the old looking devices. “They are encrypted, and untraceable.”
Frank nods, and Maria shoves it inside her coat’s pocket, tears in her eyes.
“We’ll let you know when we can meet again, in the meantime, start planning.” You state, looking right at Maria. Billy watches her return your stare, tears streaming down her cheeks. She abruptly turns her back on you to wipe them, and Frank places a hand in the small of her back.
“See you in a few days” your voice comes out weak, signaling that you’re starting to break. A sharp guilt tears through Billy’s chest, and his own eyes start to burn. He’s ruined his own relationship with Frank, but also your friendship with Maria.
Frank nods and they leave. Curtis turns to you and Billy, his soft brown eyes expressing worry.
“You okay?” he asks, his eyes drifting between you and Billy.
You sniffle in response, and Billy steps closer to you, wrapping you in his arms. Your face against his chest, he puts a hand behind your neck, and holds you close to him.
“We’ll be fine” he replies, his voice tremulous with emotion.
“You’re being brave.” Curtis says, surprising Billy. “You’ve done the right thing. Give ‘em time.”
You tear your face from Billy’s embrace to smile at Curtis. “Thank you for being here.”
“You’re welcome.”
Curtis pats Billy’s shoulder, and you tear yourself away from his arms to hug Curtis. He hugs you back, and you say your goodbyes. Billy and you leave the warehouse, making your way towards the nearest subway station. During the ride home, neither of you speak.
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“You’re so quiet.” Billy hears your voice say, and he glances at you. You’re sitting on the couch, dressed in a nightgown, your notebook sitting in your lap.
“Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts.” He mumbles, absentmindedly sliding a hand through his hair. You toss the journal aside, and he catches a glimpse of your notes. They’re encoded, another testament of your dedication and intelligence. When he’s asked how you’ve done it, you reply that you studied codes and encryptions back in college, and that encoding your notes on Rawlins seemed like a necessity. They could search and bug your place easily; one quick look and they’d find out that you are in a relationship, and they’d find you. Nothing leads Billy to believe that Rawlins knows about you, and yet, he can never be too careful. The next words he must utter physically hurt him, paralyzing his tongue and his thoughts.
“What’s wrong?” you ask, furrowing your brows.
Unable to reply, Billy closes his eyes, looking for a speck of courage within him. Before he opens them back, he feels you approaching him, and you sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I think that I should move out” he says, the words coming out breathlessly. His hands find your hips, bringing you closer to his chest, and he watches the look of worry on your face while you nod.
“I thought you might bring this up.” You reply, turning your head away from him.
“It’s only a matter of time ‘til Rawlins figures out he cannot trust me. Being a double agent… It’ll be dangerous. I don’t want him to use you to get to me.”
“I understand.” Your eyes meet his, and the resolve in them surprises Billy. “I’ve thought about this before, I knew you were going to suggest that.”
Billy lazily smiles, putting a strand of loose hair behind your ear. He adoringly looks at you, tenderness lacing his next words. “You’re too smart for me, do you know that?” You gently bump his chest.
“Shut up” you sigh, and he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, hugging you tight against him.
“Will you live in your tiny apartment in Brooklyn?” you ask, resting your chin on top of his head.
“Yeah, I’ve kept renting it just in case.”
“In case of what?”
He feels you pull back, and his eyes meet yours. “In case things went south.”
“Between us?”
The question surprises him, and he blinks a few times in disbelief. “No, between me and Rawlins.”
You nod and start playing with his hair, lightly dragging your nails across his scalp. He sets his head back and closes his eyes, reveling in the soothing sensation.
“How long do you think it will take?” you ask, and he opens back his eyes, staring back at you.
“Depends on Rawlins. I’ll come to him with the fake assassination plan quickly, or else he’ll lose his patience and hire someone else to kill Frank.”
You subtly shudder. “What will the fake plan be?” you ask, caressing his face. Billy almost loses his focus on the conversation, lost in the sweet sensation of your light touches and your body pressed against his.
“I’d rather not tell you”, he murmurs, cupping your cheek. Your face feels tiny against his palm. “The less you know, the better.”
You audibly suck in a breath. “Don’t you think I could help?”
“Let me handle the dirty work, okay?” he smirks, trying to reassure you.
You nod and lean in to press a light kiss on his lips. Pressure builds in his chest, and he holds you impossibly closer to him.
“I’m going to start preparing our departure” you murmur, breaking the kiss. “Tell the faculty I’m leaving, look for storage for my furniture.”
Billy rests his forehead against yours, releasing a sigh. “I still think you should stay with Maria and the kids.”
“And I will get physically violent if you keep suggesting this” you reply, your voice firm.
Billy scoffs “I never would have thought you could be this savage” he says, half joking. “You keep surprising me.”
Your hands find his cheek, and you hold him in place while you stare into his eyes.
“I will always be here, Billy. No more running.”
He greets your words, his heart beating faster in his chest. It’s the words he’s always wanted you to say. It’s everything he’s ever wished for. If only the circumstances were different. He kisses you with force, and you moan against his lips, shifting in his lap to wrap your legs around his waist.
“Since this is our last night together for a while…” he pants, breaking the kiss.
“Let’s make the best of it” you reply on the same tone.
Billy gets on his feet, your body still wrapped around his, and heads towards the bedroom.
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✗ SLEEPING TOGETHER HCS pt.1
i wish i had the guts to write nsfw but i don’t so please enjoy this tooth-rotting fluff <3
pt.2
-> suna, kita, sakusa, osamu, kenma
☾ SUNA
• suna is always in the extremes when he sleeps, let me explain :
• first of all, he either goes to bed at 8.30pm or at 5am, no in between
• and he’s either boiling hot or cold as ice, which means that he either sleeps with no blanket at all or with just the top of his head and his eyes out (plz take a few seconds to picture that)
• the only thing he’s constant about is his sleeping position : big spoon 24/7, he says it helps him “regulate his body temperature”
• when he’s up until late, it’s always because of the ungodly amount of time he spends on his phone
• you already had to take it away yourself, so now whenever you turn around in bed he freaks out, puts his phone under the pillow and pretends to be sound asleep (he’s really good at it)
• when he lays on his side, a few of his brown locks tend to fall on his face, and if you’re lucky you can catch him unconsciously flick his hair back and get frustrated in his sleep if it doesn’t work
• if so then please help the poor boy and put his hair behind his ear, you’ll always get a sleepy « thank you » and he might even hold you closer
☾ KITA
• alright now this man can be scary af when he sleeps. and by that i mean that he can probably spend entire nights without moving. at all.
• but it’s just because he’s really comfortable when he sleeps with you. and he does not even need to hold you all night, just knowing that you’re here is enough
• the last thing he wants is to disrupt your sleep which is why he was pretty reluctant to fall asleep while cuddling because he was afraid you were going to get uncomfortable after a few hours
• but if you ever ask him to hold you then it’s a whole different story. he’ll cuddle you with great pleasure and always hold your hand, even loosely
• kita always makes sure there’s a glass of water on the bedside table of your side of the bed, because he knows how annoying it is to wake up in the middle of the night with a dry throat
• he usually reads before going to bed and he has already fallen asleep with the book still open on his chest many times
• definitely an early riser (usually the first one up). while you’re still asleep, he’ll get a few things done around the house but he almost always comes back to bed to spend time with you as soon as you wake up
☾ SAKUSA
• as soon as sakusa is used to sleeping with you, there’s no going back. he physically can’t fall asleep if you’re not there, at least not before a few hours
• some days he'll patiently wait wide awake in bed if you go to sleep long after him, but sometimes he doesn’t feel like waiting and will drag you to bed mercilessly
• like kita, he does not feel the need to be super super close to you all night long, but no matter what, he always keeps his legs tangled with yours
• he probably has the cleanest sheets mankind has ever seen. luckily his detergent has a nice scent because let’s just say that the smell is strong
• because he has wavy hair, it can be pretty tangled in the morning and it always makes him sigh when he’s looks in the mirror
• sakusa loves your voice and will probably fall asleep while listening to you talk. but he makes sure you know that it's not because you're boring, it’s just that your voice really soothes him
• i can picture sakusa as being someone who can wake up in the middle of the night and randomly start to wonder if their s/o is still breathing. since he does not want to take any risk, he’ll often do little check-ups to be sure you’re just asleep and not passed out
☾ OSAMU
• he most definitely keeps snacks under the bed at all times
• if you ever catch him eating during the night he’ll just smile and offer to share with you (it can quickly turn into an indoor picnic if you’re hungry too)
• samu’s a big fan of night cuddles and loves holding you tight, but his biggest weakness is when he’s sleeping on his stomach and feels your arms hug his back. that drives him crazy
• but since he moves so much during his sleep, it never lasts the whole night. i think he could wake up upside down and be upset that you did not keep cuddling with him
• oh and he talks in his sleep, and it’s the funniest thing ever : “that’s a nice duck you got there kita” “no tsumu, i can’t just buy canada they’ll get mad !” (i genuinely think the twins can have conversations together while sleeping, suna definitely recorded it)
• samu was so used to live under the same roof as his loud brother that he’s become the heaviest sleeper, so every morning his alarms are super loud and he always wakes up startled
• also, he rarely sleeps with both a t-shirt and sweatpants. it’s one or the other...
☾ KENMA
• kenma loves you dearly, but you’re still gonna have to put a lot of effort in making him stay in bed rather than play his games first thing in the morning
• but once he gives up and accepts to stay in bed with you, he wants to make the most of it and will give you the best (lazy) cuddles
• he loves to see you wrapped up in a blanket when you’re asleep because you look smaller than you actually are, and for once he’s glad that he’s not the tiny one
• he probably takes very late showers and often goes to bed with wet hair. so sometimes you’ll be woken up by one or two droplets that have fallen on your cheeks
• it’s mostly because he spends so much time playing video games, but kenma has the weirdest dreams. sometimes they’re pretty cool, but most of the time they’re just fucked up (he sometimes mumbles a few things in his sleep and what you hear never makes any sense)
• which is why it’s very frequent that he gives little kicks in his sleep, or just muscles spasms in general. his face is also rather expressive, more than when he’s awake at least
• if his dreams are actually more like nightmares and wake him up, he’ll have to squint his eyes to try to see you in the dark and bring himself closer to you before going back to sleep
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dazed and confused
pairing: jeong jaehyun x gn!reader
genre/categories: angst, college!au, frat boy!jaehyun, a bit of fluff
word count: 3.6k (this was literally supposed to be a drabble wtf)
warnings: mentions of sex, allusions of sex yk the vibes, oh and a lot of cursing 'cause i lack the ability to keep language below 14+
synopsis: jaehyun isn’t scared of heights. he isn’t afraid of roller coasters that dropped at those terrifying heights. but he is, in fact, so utterly terrified of falling.
a/n: y’all this was supposed to be a drabble…but i wrote too much and now it’s a fic and idk how i feel abt it LOL anyways, it has not been (and will probably never be) proofread so please excuse any grammatical and spacing errors! i will now go cry with my 3 assignments due in like an hour.
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faded. drunk. confused. mentally unstable. all these words, along with maybe 30 more could be used to describe your current state as you sludge your way into a familiar bedroom at the nu chi theta house after puking up probably a lifetime’s worth of alcohol.
the god awful ringing in your ears and the throbbing of your head makes the room spin, but you’re awake enough to recognize that the room was currently occupied. before you can mumble out a string of curse words and a sorry, you particularly notice exactly who was inside the room.
you’re caught off guard by a, now pissed looking, jaehyun along with someone who you don’t immediately recognize. you realize then who’s room you just entered and mentally smack yourself, reminding yourself to rid of the habit.
the other person is hiding underneath a blanket as jaehyun does his best to cover their figure, protecting their privacy to shoot daggers at whoever was interrupting his ordeal.
it takes you a couple seconds to fully register what was happening in front of you and you scoff.
so that’s how it is.
jaehyun, on the other hand, has his eyes widened. so wide that you think there are more whites visible than the typical brown orbs. he’s gaping now, mouth open and trying to think of excuses as to why he was in bed with someone else after dumping you only 2 days ago.
in his defense, there’s no need for an excuse. the two of you were already over, and he could fuck whoever he wanted to fuck. you could be doing the same.
but you aren’t.
instead, all of yesterday and the day before, you hunkered in your bedroom, cuddled in a blanket with tissues sprawled all over your bed and the floor. you went to your classes, hoodie pulled up way over your head to shield your puffy face and baggy eyes, came home, drowned yourself in ice cream, and cried.
yet he’s here, hooking up with people after leaving you heartbroken. you should’ve listened to jungwoo when he warned you about his flatmate; about his tendencies to sleep around and leave his relationships in the dirt.
when you and jaehyun first began flirtatious interactions with one another, it wasn’t in your intention to start anything serious with the dimple-faced boy. yet one encounter followed another and you never realized how hard you were falling until you were up at 3 am smiling at messages he’d sent you the previous day.
when he asked you to be his girlfriend after about 2 months of successful dates, you were ecstatic. your mind raced back to jungwoo, correcting him telepathically. he was so wrong about jaehyun. he was the sweetest person you’d ever been with, and was so patient with you.
It even made jungwoo take back his words after you announced the relationship to your best friend.
he said jaehyun had changed since he’s been with you.
that change lasted about 4 months afterwards.
4 months of pure bliss; cute dates like picnics at 11 pm after going on drives, watching the sunset from the roof of a nearby apartment building, jumping fences into the expanses of lakes after hours.
4 months of being pressed into a mattress with jaehyun gazing down so lovingly at your writhing body. him pressing into you as your mewls surround the small bedroom. him holding you as both of you come down from your high.
4 months of falling in love with jaehyun.
all to waste after he texted you during class, saying that he needed to talk to you. at least he had the decency to not dump you over text.
jaehyun said something along the lines of “it’s not you, it’s me,” and mentioned that he “doesn’t like being tied down.” you remember nodding, emotions not surfacing until he stands up and leaves you at the coffee shop just around the corner of your dorm building.
your coffee shop. the one you two went to whenever you wanted to find the other. it was like your secret hideout, because no one from your campus knew of this place, even though it was so close to home.
you thought things were going so well, the two of you even making plans to meet each other’s parents over the coming break. but with only a few words from one side, and wordless nods coming another, everything faded to dust.
so as you stare at the man who shattered your heart with someone else underneath him, you plaster a polite smile before flipping him off and exiting the room. his shouts follow you, and you inwardly scream at him to shut up. he has no right to sound so broken at the moment.
you pass by jungwoo on your way out and he immediately notices your tense figure, trailing his eyes towards the direction you were coming from. his jaw clenches when he realizes, wanting to barge into the room and beat the living shit out of his flatmate, but instead follows you out the house.
the blaring music coming from the beaten house becomes muffled by the time you step foot outside the door, tears threatening, but not yet falling from your bloodshot eyes.
jaehyun isn’t slow to catch up with you, but is stopped by a raging jungwoo before exiting the house. jungwoo warns jaehyun to leave you alone, but jaehyun is persistent, pushing past his friend to grasp your shoulder before you could storm away from his reach.
his previous rendezvous has been completely forgotten, and all jaehyun could focus on was you. he notices how you reeked of alcohol, a hint of marijuana radiating from you as well. what he notices the most, though, was that you had a hint of his favorite perfume lingering on your skin.
before you have the chance to turn around, jaehyun is ripped from you, a loud smack following almost immediately after. jaehyun stands, one hand holding onto his pounding cheek while the other grip’s jungwoo’s shirt.
your best friend has both his hands tightly fisting jaehyun’s shirt, staring bullets into the boy’s face.
“you have no right to barge out here and chase us down after you let y/n go,” jungwoo growls. he sees red, heart hurting for his best friend. he cares about you so much. the two of you always fitting into one mold, completing each other, and every time either one of you had their hearts broken, the other would be there to fix and mend everything.
yet, he’d never seen someone hurt you as much as jaehyun did. however much you hurt, it hurt him equivalently. he knew this one was different, because the pain you felt was so much more intense than any you’d experienced before.
what pushed jungwoo even further off the ledge for him to act like this though, was that if he were to be in the same position as you, you would be doing the same thing. you’d also be doing your best to keep him from hurting himself over and over by someone who only meant trouble.
“woo, that’s enough,” you mutter out before coming to push the two boys away from each other.
“y/n, let me explain,” jaehyun grabs your arm as he says this, eyes searching yours for some form of reaction. your previously watery eyes are dry now, and the emotion that was threatening to overcome you minutes prior have all disappeared. you shrug off his hand.
“there’s nothing left for you to explain.”
it killed you, but you had to muster the strength to spit those words at the man you were falling in love with. you knew that it would have been worse if you were to hear him out.
“y/n please just-”
“that’s enough,” you whip your head in his direction, warning him with your eyes.
“but y/n-”
“i said enough!” you’re yelling now, slightly pushing the boy back. he stumbles over himself, and jungwoo takes this opportunity to grab your shoulders and tuck you safely behind his back. you had tears running from your eyes, frustrated at the tugging of your heartstrings because you’re supposed to hate him. you were supposed to be elated that you were in this situation, him begging for your time.
yet it hurt seeing him so broken in front of you, begging for another chance. it hurt so damn much, and you’re so angry at yourself for being such a pushover.
jaehyun straightens himself, looking in your direction but not quite at you because you're hiding your face behind your best friend’s denim jacket covered back.
“y/n, i just want to apologize.”
“there’s nothing to apologize for.”
“there-”
“no, jaehyun, there isn’t,” you use this as a stepping stone to emerge from behind jungwoo, who’s calmed down a bit since connecting his fist with jaehyun’s sharp features.
“don’t talk. let me finish,” you raise a hand before he could get another word out of his mouth. he shrinks a bit, but his eyes focus on your figure slowly approaching him, letting you know he’s listening.
“there’s no need for you to apologize for whatever you were doing because we aren’t together anymore and you can sleep with whoever you want. i don’t care, it’s none of my business. you don’t have to apologize for me walking in on you, because again, none of my business anymore.” you take in a deep breath before you continue.
“if you were going to apologize for breaking up with me, there’s no need. what’s done is done,” you whisper. you feel a huge lump form in your throat. you do your best to swallow it, along with your pride, and smile up at him.
you can’t really read him, but you can tell he’s in thought. you continue.
“if you were to apologize,” you began, sniffing up the snot that’s beginning to trickle down your nose. you probably look like a mess, but you could care less. you needed to get all of this off your chest. you wouldn’t have any other opportunities, so might as well do it now.
fuck the fake smile. fuck faking it til you make it. this is so much better.
“you should be apologizing for making me believe you were sincere with me,” you continue. jaehyun’s eyes go wide, and you notice the slight, subconscious, shake of his head. you proceed.
“i shouldn’t have believed it when you said i was different. fool me once, shame on me. but you continued to make me believe that i was different.” jaehyun opens his mouth, but you give him a look that shuts him up completely. he needs to fix that habit of always wanting to interrupt.
your ramble continues. “you should be apologizing for lying to me when you said you wanted to meet my parents. we set up the date and everything, and they were actually looking forward to meeting you, but now i have to tell them you aren’t coming,” you speak as calmly as you can. anything related to your parents always makes you ten times more emotional in every situation, and this was taking somewhat of a toll on you.
“you should be apologizing for making me feel special all the damn time. you made me believe i was the only one for you and that you were the only one for me. you made me feel so fucking foolish after you left, you know that? i thought we were doing so well, and you just left me in the dust after being so fucking vague. what do you mean ‘it’s not me, it’s you?’ it makes absolutely no fucking sense,” you’re almost hysterical now as you let everything fall down your face. you’re still eye to eye with jaehyun, and he looks taken aback by your declarations that he’s rendered speechless.
your next few words are what makes jaehyun’s world come crashing down.
“you should be apologizing for making me believe you were falling in love with me too,” you whimper. you’re full on sobbing now, and jungwoo assists you from falling to your knees.
it takes jaehyun a couple moments to register what was happening, a couple moments to fully comprehend what you were saying; what you meant.
you were so broken because you were beginning to love him. and he let you go.
“i’m..i’m-”
“leave, jae. do it when i’m asking nicely,” jungwoo’s low voice echos from your spot on the ground. your shoulder shake with every sob you’re letting escape you.
“jungwoo, let me fucking talk, okay? stop interrupting me every damn time while i’m trying to figure things out with y/n. this was our relationship, not yours!” he’s yelling now, and jungwoo shrinks. he knows he’s stepping over the line, but some things reach a limit, and jaehyun is reaching his.
“yes, i know y/n told you things, but did you know that i used to wait after classes when the weather turned bad just to make sure y/n wouldn’t be walking home in the rain? always forgot an umbrella when it counts,” he chuckles the last line, eyes teary.
“did y/n tell you that every single time my phone rang, i was internally wishing that the name popping up on the screen would be ‘lovely’ and no one else’s? i always wait for your calls, you know,” he directs it to you this time. “they always made my day.”
you raise your head when you realize he was walking to you. when you see his tortured expression while reminiscing his feelings for you, you suddenly had the urge to run up to him and wipe away the tears falling from his handsome face. you hated that that was your first thought, though.
“did y/n tell you i was falling too?”
you tense at his words, and jungwoo scoffs.
“if you were falling, why did you break things off?” the words leave your mouth before you had the chance to stop them. your mind was running a mile a minute because in what world did it make sense for jaehyun to dump you when he claims to be falling in love with you.
“i was scared,” he finally mutters after a couple seconds of painful silence.
“what is there to be scared of, jaehyun?” you’re standing now, jungwoo completely baffled at the interaction taking place in front of his eyes. he realizes then, that maybe jaehyun was telling the truth.
jaehyun was scared of falling.
jungwoo recalls all the times jaehyun has been in an actual relationship, but can only remember one other time that he actually introduced someone to the boys as his. all the others were just casual flings, where they'd be slipping out the door before anyone could acknowledge their existence.
when he broke things off with that past relationship, his actions were similar to the ones he’s portrayed the past few days. silence in his room instead of the typical blaring music from his sound system. a shocking decrease in teasing his housemates. jungwoo even noticed that he didn’t see the dimples on jaehyun’s face as frequently.
the one other person ended the same way, jaehyun breaking it off about 4 months into the relationship, saying he didn’t like being tied down.
he didn't like being tied down? he doesn’t like...shit, what a fucking dumbass. he’s scared of being in love, jungwoo realized.
“that’s what you meant,” jungwoo states his epiphany out loud and he stands up. he brushes off any dirt from his pants and begins to walk towards the house, knowing that whatever happens on the front lawn would heal more than harm.
you look at your best friend in confusion, but he plasters a grin on his face and looks in your direction before turning to jaehyun. “you need to stop being such a wuss.” and he’s back inside the house.
“it seems like everyone’s mission is to cut me off today, and it’s getting a little aggravating,” he tries to joke and you just stare at him in silence. he takes it as an, “i don’t care, just talk,” and begins his tangent.
“i broke things off with you because i was scared,” he begins. you follow his words with a nod, emphasizing that you’re listening to the man standing across you.
“i’ve never been in love before, and i didn’t realize how-how utterly terrifying it felt. i was close one time, but i broke things off before anything else could develop because i didn’t think i was ready for it. i felt like i was incapable of love for a while because of my stupid frat boy image, you know?” you nod in response to his rhetorical question and he begins moving towards the small bench sat on the lawn. you follow suit and sit yourself down a good distance away from him.
he talks again, this time sounding more regretful than anything. “i sometimes tell myself how idiotic i am because i let them go before. if i just had the balls to accept the fact that maybe i was falling in love, i wouldn’t have to see them roam around campus a couple months after with someone else.”
you remember briefly jaehyun’s previous relationship. it was the talk amongst your campus because the jeong jaehyun was in an actually relationship with someone. and people were making bets on how long they thought it’d last. same as they’ve been doing for your relationship with him.
“it all kind of got to me without much of a warning because like, shit, falling in love with someone meant checking your phone every 3 minutes cause you’re scared you missed their call, or calling them if they took too long to assure you they’re home safe, that kind of thing,” he smiles. “no one teaches you that.”
you chuckle dryly because he hit the nail on the coffin. no one tells you the details about being in love, only mentioning the feelings and not the irrational things you’d do for them.
jaehyun continues after he assures himself that you’re listening to his words and internally heave a relieved sigh. he was scared you were going to have things come in one ear and out the other.
“at the same time, if i kept them in my life, i wouldn’t have met you. we wouldn’t have developed a relationship, and i wouldn’t have began to fall in you,” he scoots a bit closer to you, and you let him.
“and you wouldn’t have broken my heart like this,” you retaliate and he physically winces.
“ouch. you’re not wrong though,” he smiles, dimples reappearing on his face.
“get to the point, jaehyun. it’s cold as fuck and i don’t have a jacket,” you complain when he’s silent for a little too long. you’re holding your arms now, hit by the frosty air. when he’s silent for another moment, you look up from your feet, ready to complain again. but instead, you’re met with a hoodie being pulled over your head and you’re stunned.
“when i said i was cold, i didn’t mean for you to give me your hoodie.”
“well, too bad,” he smiles widely. the hoodie smells like him, and you take in his scent. the sweater was a bit larger on you, so you begin to roll the sleeves up, pulling your arms out of the sweater paws.
“as i was saying, i realized i was falling in love with you and i was just- i don’t know, i was scared. i think i’ve said the word scared like 10 times today, but what other word is there?” he chuckles. you do the same.
“so i did what any other sane person would do and dipped. i ran away from my feelings because in my brain, it was the best thing to do. and i hurt you in the process because i was being a selfish asshole, and i’m sorry,” he finishes, you assume. as you’re thinking about how to respond, he catches you off guard with something you never thought would leave jaehyun’s mouth.
“oh, and i love you. i’m sure of it,” he declares.
and you’re crying again. as intoxicated as you were just 30 minutes ago, you swear that in that moment, you weren’t drunk on the drinks or faded from the j’s, but you were intoxicated by jaehyun.
the way he’s looking at you, the way he’s smiling at you.
he stretches out a hand in your direction, asking for your permission to take your own and grab his hand in response. his hand engulfs yours like a hug, and he intertwines his fingers with your cold ones.
“so does this mean you love me back?” he questions.
you nod, because you can’t think of anything else to say. you’re so utterly in love with him that you’re rendered speechless, you fool.
“and does this mean we can start over?” he asks, hoping for another nod.
instead, you speak. “why were you fucking someone else when i got here if you’re in love with me?”
jaehyun is now the one rendered speechless and gulps before answering. “have you ever heard of heartbreak sex?”
“isn’t that supposed to be with the one who broke your heart?”
“yeah, but if we had sex, i would only fall in love with you more.”
“and you don’t want that?”
“i do now,” he smiles.
you roll your eyes and say nothing.
“i’m sorry i hurt you.”
“you better be.”
“i promise i won’t do it again.”
“next time you do, i’m chopping off your dick in your sleep so you won’t be able to go have heartbreak sex with someone else.”
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— gojo satoru + singing to them.
@proherotheflamehashira asked: Singing to them + Gojo Satoru please, thank you so much for your writing content. Keep up the good work!!!!
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pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader.
word count: 1k.
genre: fluff.
the flower shop.
It’s late.
You’re not sure how late it is. (You’re too lazy to grab your phone and check your phone and you don’t own an alarm clock. Maybe, you should invest in one. A small digital one would fit nicely on your nightstand.) All you know is that it’s late enough into the night that you should be sound asleep by this point. You should be well into a dream, hopefully a pleasant one, and snoring the night away. You should not be lying in bed wide awake after crawling underneath the covers hours ago.
You would blame your inability to sleep on the caffeine you ingested a little too late in the day, and though that may be a part of the issue, you know exactly why sleep is eluding you this evening. Tearing your gaze from the ceiling you’ve been staring at for hours, you slowly roll onto your side and heavily sigh.
The other side of the bed remains untouched. The corners of the comforter are still neatly folded and the pillow is perfectly fluffed up in the position you placed it in days ago. The sheets are cool to the touch. The other side of the bed is empty, specifically devoid of a certain individual.
Though you’d hate to admit it to his face, in fear of inflating his ego even further, you miss Satoru. Overnight, or extended, missions are nothing unusual to either of you. It comes with the job as a jujutsu sorcerer and it’s something you’ve learned to grow accustomed to. Still, you can’t help but dislike being away from Satoru for too long.
It’s hard for you to sleep when he’s away. You mentally curse Satoru for being so cuddly, especially in his sleep. You’ve grown far too used to him clinging to you, wrapping all of his limbs around your body and placing his head in the curve of your neck, that you’re acutely aware of his absence. Somehow you’re unable to get a wink of sleep if you’re not being smothered. Who would have thought?
You shake your head and huff, turning to lie on your back once more. Staring at the ceiling is getting you absolutely nowhere. This is enough. You blindly reach your hand out, patting around your nightstand until your fingers curve around the edges of your phone. You wince at the sheer brightness of your screen when you bring it up to your face. Quickly, you hurry to lower the brightness to a level where you don’t have to squint to stare at your screen.
Your eyes flicker to the top of your lock screen: 2:32 A.M. It’s late, much later than you expected. Satoru is most likely asleep at this hour, but your thumb moves to dial his number before you really even think about it.
Your phone rings twice before Satoru picks up.
“Did somebody miss me?”
The staticky sound of Satoru’s voice teasing you is enough to elicit a quiet chuckle to slip past your lips. Of course Satoru would never pass up the opportunity to poke fun at you, even if it is the dead of night.
“Maybe,” you admit. It feels good to hear his voice, even if he just called you briefly yesterday. He’s been busy with this particular mission, only able to call you for the first time yesterday for a few minutes and texting you sporadically throughout the few days he’s been gone. He’s a pain in your ass more often than not, but you don’t think you could ever truly tire of Satoru.
You curl up onto your side, keeping the phone held close to your ear.
“I can’t sleep.”
The unspoken without you rings clear throughout the line.
“Aw, do you want me to sing you a lullaby or something?”
It’s meant as a jest, nothing more than a joke, but you’d do anything to fall asleep right now.
“Will you, Satoru?”
Tiredness is heavily laced in your voice. There’s a small undercurrent of vulnerability that only comes out in the security of the darkness and heavy blanket of the night. It trembles through your throat when you quietly ask Satoru the question.
You’re so tired and all you want is Satoru back home and in bed with you. You want to tell him to get off of you when he curls his body into yours and you want him to defiantly tell you no while tightening his grip around you. You’re sure you sound pouty, but who could blame you? You just really miss Satoru, after all.
“Of course, baby,” he softly murmurs into the receiver. You lie the phone down on the pillow beside your head and curl your body towards it. You tug the covers, which have slipped down, up again and tuck them right below your chin. You hear Satoru shifting around on the other side as you get comfortable in your bed. (As comfortable as you can without him, at least.)
Your eyes flutter closed as Satoru begins to quietly sing into the phone. You focus closely on the soft staticky sound of Satoru’s voice. His singing isn’t anything earth-shattering, but surprisingly, he can hold a tune quite well. You don’t think you’ve ever heard anything sweeter. You keep your eyes closed and let the sound of Satoru singing wash over you. Your breathing begins to even out and a wave of sudden drowsiness crashes over you. Before you know it, you’re out like a light.
“Baby, you still there?”
Satoru pauses after awhile and waits a beat or two for you to answer. He smiles to himself when all he hears is the sound of your rhythmic breathing.
“Goodnight, baby. I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he promises.
And with that, Satoru hangs up with a click.
(The next night with you in his arms, Satoru relentlessly teases you about how cute it is that you’re unable to sleep without him. He only laughs when you try to smother him with a pillow.)
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Lipstick On Your Collar (Part 1) | Nakamoto Yuta
Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader
Summary: Till death do us part... But what happens when he cheats?
Genre: Husband!Yuta, Angst
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Infidelity, Sexual Content, Body Image
Gif: @yuthereal
Part 1 ⭐| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
“Ten more minutes, then it’s homework time, alright?” you called to your two older sons, eight and four years old. Caught up in their wooden sword fight, they didn’t even look up.
You smoothed your hand over your face, eyes bruised from lack of sleep. Between your banking job and your three kids, sleep was a rare thing.
Just then, you felt a waft of chill air. Yuta strode in through the front door, his feathery black hair in disarray.
“Hey babe,” you called, shoulders relaxing.
Your husband had this calming presence, your island on a rough ocean. Your chest ached for Yuta’s warmth. You hadn’t hugged, kissed… touched in months.
“Hi, Y/n. We need to talk,” Yuta deadpanned.
You picked up your baby daughter Ayumi. She needed her nappy changed. Bad.
“Alright. What’s up?” You placed her on the changing mat, blowing your fringe out of your eyes.
“I mean in private.” You saw that Yuta’s face was stretched and white. A knot curled in your stomach.
“Nappies?” You lifted your hand. He begrudgingly handed them over.
“Y/n. This is serious.” Yuta’s voice quivered like a taut string.
“Can’t you see I’m busy? What is it?” you snapped. You instantly regretted it. Nowadays, you were always on the edge of an explosion.
“Okay. Fine. I’ve… messed up. And I’m sorry, and I didn’t mean it, but… it’s happened.”
You bin Ayumi’s old nappy, then pull her into your arms. “Is that all? Look, if you’ve broken something, we have insurance.”
“This isn’t a bloody plate! I’ve- I’ve done something awful.”
“Right. Well done. Anyway, I have to help the kids with their homework.”
“Just look at me, Y/n! I’m trying to fucking tell you something!” Yuta’s yell turned your head.
Yuta’s eyes were red-rimmed and wide, like he was in shock. “I… cheated on you, Y/n. I slept with someone else.”
Your heartbeat slowed to a crawl. Instinctively, you pulled your baby close.
“Who is she?”
“Diya. From the school.”
Your lips went numb. You put Ayumi down in her rocker and started rinsing plates in the sink. “How long?”
“Just once. It was a mistake, I swear… it’s just, she was there, and… I didn’t plan it!”
Your chest folded in on itself. While you were kissing your babies to sleep, Yuta was kissing someone else.
“When was it, Yuta?”
“The… day you… went to stay with your sister.”
You’d never forget that day.
It was a few weeks after Ayumi was born. You couldn’t seem to get out of bed, let alone be a good mother. So you’d escaped… just for a day.
While you were breaking apart, Yuta searched out another woman.
“Where?” You picked up the cutlery, letting the hot water scald your skin.
“Her apartment. We met up after work, and one thing led to another… I swear, that was all.”
Images burned into your mind, like a flashed camera. Yuta’s fingernails scraping the back of her neck, like he did to you. Their naked bodies gyrating, sweaty, the smell of sex saturating everything…
Your throat convulsed in a retch. For a second, it was like a brick was hitting your chest.
Then, everything stopped.
You felt a curtain dropping. You didn’t have time to deal with this. Not now. As quickly as they came, the feelings slowed. Drooped. Vanished.
You looked down. You were clenching a table knife so hard it had drawn blood. You let go.
Everything blurred. You felt like a kid again, staring up at yourself from the bottom of a pool.
Your voice was a croak. “Obviously, we’re not telling the kids. My parents are coming next week – so we can’t tell them either.”
You dried your hands and looked up at Yuta. His mouth was hanging open, like a cartoon character’s. It was almost funny.
You continued speaking, bunging toys into a basket.
“If you want a divorce, tell me now, because we’ll have to borrow money. For tonight, I’ll take the bed, you have the couch.”
“What the hell, Y/n?”
You jolt and look up. “Fine! You can have the bed.”
Yuta grabbed your shoulders, knife-cheekboned and wild. “I don’t care about the fucking bed! I just told you I cheated on you. Why aren’t you mad?”
You stared at his hands on your skin, like you didn’t recognise them. Yuta spotted your gaze, and slowly let go.
“I’m really sorry, Y/n. I want to fix this. But you need to let me in.”
You looked into his chestnut eyes and frowned. Why was he being so obnoxious?
Slowly, you spelled it out. “You cheated on me. It was with our kids’ tutor, while I was sick. You’re sorry. You won’t do it again. Now can I go and make dinner?”
Yuta blinked. Slowly. Then, he gulped and gave you a slight nod. “Yep.”
You pushed past him, and called out, “Whoever helps mummy with dinner gets ice cream!”
You ushered your eager kids towards the hob. You didn’t look back, but you felt Yuta’s gaze on the back of your head. Stunned.
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You plastered on your brightest smile all throughout dinner, whilst laying out bedding on the couch for yourself, even whilst tucking your children into bed.
Now, you were sitting in your children’s room, with the lights out. You’d just finished reading their bedtime story. They were fast asleep.
Finally, you let the iron screen lift from your heart. Instead of fighting it, you bared the most vulnerable part of yourself.
It was a memory: you were in Paris with Yuta on the first night of your honeymoon. You were in a mid-range Travel Lodge – the best you could afford – with rain pelting at the windows.
You had woken up at 11AM, tangled up with Yuta from your cuddling. You’d talked, worried, agonised about it, but you’d never had sex with him before.
Yuta opened one sleepy eye and felt your body with his hands, as if he was checking if it was there. You tingled with lust to the tips of your toes. Suddenly, you knew the moment was right.
For once, you didn’t care about your tummy that you always tried to hide, you didn’t care about your thighs which rubbed together when you walked.
You didn’t think about anything, except the feeling of Yuta’s slow kisses, the feeling of him inside of you, the feeling of his hands reaching to the very ends of you.
You were in a hazy, golden pool of completeness. As you gasped your worries, apologies, in each other’s ears, you became whole in a way you’d never known before.
Then, the memory shattered. And in its place, before you could stop it, was the image that was burnt into your eyelids.
It played over and over again, the trailer to a movie of your shame. Yuta in her apartment, the thumping of the bedposts, him between her legs, her exclamations of ‘yes!’, that were only echoed by him moaning her name…
You screamed silently into your fist.
You knew the real reason Yuta cheated on you. Whatever excuses he made, it wasn’t a mistake or a drunk one-off.
You grabbed the soft flesh around your waist. This was why. You thought of the nights you’d told him you were too tired, that you weren’t in the mood. That was why.
You couldn’t even blame Yuta. He was only compensating for the fact that his own wife would never be attractive enough, good enough, just enough for him.
The tears rose up your throat, making your head pound and your cheeks stretch with sobs. You wanted nothing more than to drown yourself in these tears, though you knew they wouldn’t wash the pain away.
Then, you caught a grey glimmer in the darkness. Your youngest boy, Nico, was wide awake and watching you with saucer eyes.
“Hey baby… go back to sleep,” you whispered, quickly smoothing away your tears.
“Are you crying, mummy?”
The softness in his gaze was like a punch in the stomach. You choked down another wave of tears. “No, sweetie, I’m fine. Go back to sleep okay?”
Obediently, he closed his eyes. You didn’t deserve such beautiful children.
You were doubled over, silent in the darkness. You pressed your palms into your eyes, so hard they hurt, and forced the tears back.
You couldn’t even make your husband love you.
What hope did you have with your kids?
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Three days had passed since that terrible night.
It was 10PM, and the house was unusually quiet.
You and Yuta were sitting at the far edges of the couch, the Netflix episode you never missed playing on the TV.
Both of you were pretending like nothing had gone wrong.
“So… how was work?” Yuta’s cautious voice broke the silence.
You sighed and shook your head. “Just get me a drink.” You couldn’t be bothered with this charade. But at least you could drown your feelings.
“Are you sure that’s a good-” Yuta began.
“Just get it.”
He returned with a whisky, with two ice cubes. Your heart twisted. “You remembered?”
“How could I forget my wife’s favourite drink?” Yuta gave you a thin smile, and for a second, you forgot to ice him out. You smiled back.
That was two whiskies ago. Now, the gap between the two of you on the sofa had shrunk.
You were laughing so hard your eyes were teary.
“Do you remember, Y/n? Your shirt was on backwards, my pants were on the other side of the room, we were moaning so loud half the theme park could hear us!”
You dried your eyes, sighing. “I bet we scarred a few kids for life that day…”
Yuta’s lip curled up in a smile that sent your heart racing.
You looked down. Subconsciously, your hand was massaging Yuta’s denim-clad knee. You retracted it.
“God, we really knew how to have fun, didn’t we?” You could barely remember the time before you had your three children. It was rose-coloured.
“I mean, Disneyland was nothing. Remember Taeyong’s attic? The nightclub bathroom? I could go on…”
“Ahh!” You mimed blocking your ears. “There are kids in the house, you know!”
In doing so, you lost your grip on your whisky glass, which was balanced on your knee. Yuta grabbed it before it fell, and his hand was suddenly on your thigh.
He let go, and you cleared your throat.
That was hours back. Now, you were having difficulty sitting straight. You’d lost count of how many whiskies you’d downed.
You grabbed Yuta by the shoulders and shook him. “Look! Let’s just get it out of the way. ASAP, straight, completo. No regrets.”
For the first time in ages, your blood was running warm with more than alcohol. The worn denim of Yuta’s jeans was pulling your gaze southward.
“Get what out of the way? You’re not making sense, Y/n.”
You pulled the pin out of your hair and let it fall over your shoulders. “The big three-letter.”
Yuta looked at you, still bewildered. “What?”
“SEX.”
The glass fell from Yuta’s hand.
To be continued…
Part 1 ⭐| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
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“Bloody hell, it’s only taken you five years.”
Part 2 to “You don’t share real well”
pairing: fred weasley x reader x george weasley
requested: yes
word count: 3k
warnings: references smut but it’s not graphic, fluff
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You groan as you turn over in bed, waking up a bit. You hiss as your head is already pounding from the lack of sleep you’ve had recently. Not only have you been working, but you’d also spend much of the night cuddling with Fred and George and just enjoying each other’s presence.
Since seeing the twins again at Bill and Fleur’s wedding you had nearly moved in with them. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had to go back to school anyways so it’s not like you were missing much at the burrow.
Fred and George had asked you over for a week, which soon turned into two and then three until suddenly it’d had been nearly three months that you’d be there.
“Good morning, darling.” George smiles as he walks into the room carrying a mug of coffee.
“Morning, Georgie.” You smile, watching as he sets the mug down on the stand and then crawling on top of you, laying on top of your body as he wraps his arms around you.
You giggle, smiling widely as you kiss his forehead and run your fingers through his hair.
“Is someone a bit needy this morning?” You whisper, still playing with his hair as he whines a bit.
“I just need you to hold me.”
You smile and nod, kissing his forehead once more before letting him just lay there. Since you’ve sort of moved in with them, moments like this have happened more and more between all of you.
You've more than made up for those few months where you couldn’t see each other. Both of them are showing you more affection than all your years combined, however. It’s almost like they’re trying to catch up on all the time they’ve wanted to hold you and be close to you that they were too afraid do at hogwarts with so many other people around. it was obvious you were all close friends, but truthfully you all had been wary of being too cuddly to prevent any unwanted questions about your guys' relationship from peers and professors.
You weren’t going to complain, you loved the boys and any time you were held by them or got quick kisses from them made you more than happy. You still hadn’t shared your true feelings with them, but why would you when you already had this? If you told them you loved them you were afraid all of this would stop.
“Hey, George, I - what’ve we got here?” Fred asks as he walks into the bedroom, stopping and pouting when he sees George holding you.
“Morning, Freddie.” You smile, getting him to smile a little bit at you before going back to pout at his twin.
“Why am I not getting cuddled?”
“Because it’s my turn. I need some of y/n’s love this morning.” George mumbles out grumpily to his brother, his face pressed into your stomach.
“That’s not fair. You’re always cuddling her.”
“I got here first.” George argues and you sigh, shaking your head at the two.
One thing you could say for sure about these boys was that for being adults, they still very much acted like children at times. it was endearing in a way, however, because you were truly the only person who got to see them both like this.
Fred had made his way over to the two of you and was attempting to push his twin out of the way so he could have you instead. You sigh, chuckling ever so slightly.
“That’s enough you two. I am more than capable of loving you both.”
“You are?” They ask simultaneously, Fred looking up at you as George finally lifts his head from your stomach.
“Of course I am. I’ve loved you both up until now, haven’t I?” You chuckle, not yet realizing what you’ve admitted.
“You love us?” Fred asks, wanting to smile but in total disbelief that you would actually love the both of them like they do you.
“Of course I do.” You smile, pushing back the hair that’s resting on his forehead.
“Like, you really love us?” George asks, sitting up and straddling your body.
“Like as more than friends?” Fred asks.
You nod, blushing madly but not breaking eye contact with either of them.
“Well, yeah. Do you think I’d let anyone else kiss me like you guys do? Do you think I’d have anyone else hold me as much?”
They both try to stop the smiles from taking over their faces, but neither of them succeed.
“We love you too.” George smiles, kissing your lips.
You freeze for a second as this is the first time either of them have actually kissed you. They’d kiss your skin and your head and hands, but they’ve never kissed you.
You smile into the kiss as you kiss him back, you’re lips seeming to perfectly fit his.
“We’ve loved you for years, but weren’t sure how you would take it. We were afraid you’d only love one of us, or even worse not loves us at all.” Fred admits as you and George pull away, George going to kiss and suck on your neck.
“Well I guess you both got pretty lucky, huh?” You smile, leaning over to press a kiss to Fred’s lips.
“That we did.” George smiles, kissing your neck again.
“Let us show you just how lucky you are.” Fred smiles as he pushes you down so you’re lying on your back, placing another loving kiss on your lips before laying down beside you and kissing down your body.
“Boys.” You gasp as Fred kisses just below you belly button, working on removing your shirt as he trails kisses up your belly.
“We’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” Fred admits breathily, as he cups your breasts.
“I love you.” You sigh as George lifts your shirt over your head as Fred works on removing you’re bra.
“Take it all in, princess. This is all for you right now.” Fred smiles, kissing your lips as George presses kisses to your bare thighs below your pajama shorts.
~.~
You can’t help but be happy that night when the three of you head over to the burrow for Christmas dinner with the family. You had finally confessed your feelings to the boys you’ve been crushing on since the second year and Merlin did it work out in your favour.
Not only did they both like you back, but you found out pretty quickly just how blessed you were with these two. They certainly knew what in the bloody hell they were doing when showing you just how lucky you were.
“Merry Christmas, Molly.” You smile, hugging the woman who’s been a second mom to you as you get inside the house.
“Merry Christmas, dear. It’s wonderful to see you again. How has it been living with Fred and George?” She asks as the two hug their father and siblings.
You smile at them, loving how close they were with their family. This is honestly the only thing you've wished for for so many years. You spent hours upon hours imagining what it'd be like to be a part of a loving family with a loving partner that's proud to show you off to them. Little did you expect when meeting Fred and George, that they'd be the ones to give it to you.
“It’s been really nice. I’ve never realized how much I miss them when we’re apart.” You admit, chuckling as you get your jacket off.
She smiles at you, taking your jacket and setting it over the back of one of the kitchen table chairs.
“For the record, we miss you too whenever you’re not around.” George smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist as Fred hangs his around your shoulders.
They still can’t believe what had finally happened earlier. It almost felt like a faraway dream, but knew differently when they could both recall the taste of your lips and your scent. They couldn’t wait to get you back in bed tonight. Now that you were theirs, they didn't plan on spending much time away from you.
They'd never admit it, but those few months you guys spent apart were literal torture for them. So many nights the two of them had laid awake in their separate beds wishing they could conjure you there with them. They had missed the faintly sweet smell of your perfume that felt like home to them. They missed your body heat that was never enough to keep them warm if needed, but was comforting nonetheless. They missed having your voice and laugh fill the space around them.
“For Merlin's sake, you three look so cute together. When will you finally get together?” She chuckles, bringing a blush to your cheeks as you gaze down at the floor.
You look up at the twins as they smile down at you. After you had all finished this morning and lay in the post-orgasmic bliss, they finally asked you to be theirs and theirs only, kissing your fingers and nose and shoulders, pressing quick kisses to your lips as you said yes.
“Well, mum.” George starts, as you smile.
You knew she’d be excited. You had the inkling suspicion that she’s been well aware of your feelings for each other long before you guys were.
“Surprise.” Fred says, smiling at you and then over at his mother.
“No! Really?!” She gapes, smiling widely as she clasps her hands together.
“What happened?” Arthur asks, as the family come rushing to the kitchen.
“Wait, did they finally get together?!” Ginny squeals, rushing over to you as she notices how the twins are holding you.
“We did.” George chuckles, kissing your forehead as their mum and sister gasp, Ginny squealing some more in excitement.
“I knew it! I knew they liked each other!” She cheers, hugging you three and jumping in excitement.
“It’s about time. Bloody hell, it’s only taken you five years to get here.” Ron states, earning a smack in the head from Hermione.
“What? It’s true.” He pouts, rubbing the place hermione smacked him.
“Yeah, but you don’t need to point it out. Just be happy for them, Ronald.”
You three chuckle at the younger sibling and his girlfriend before each of your boyfriends give you a sweet kiss on the lips to remind you just how much they love you, even if it had taken five years to admit it.
✨BONUS✨
“Freddie, Georgie. It’s too early to be up.” You groan as the two of them are kissing you and tracing their fingers along your sides or arms. Essentially they’re just not letting you sleep and you’re not sure why.
“Princess, today’s a special day.” Fred smiles, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“It’s my birthday, I’d like to sleep in a bit longer.” You huff, burying your face into the pillows.
You can feel George start kissing at your shoulder as he traces patterns into you thighs. You're not gonna lie and say it wasn’t turning you on, but it was certainly annoying you.
“Guys” you sigh as Fred sucks on the spot just below your earlobe.
“Are you really going to complain when you get to wake up to this?” Fred asks, chuckling at you.
“You two are unbelievable. I swear to Merlin you’re the horniest guys I’ve ever met.” You huff, turning over so your laying on your back
“And that’s a bad thing?” George asks, kissing your lips.
“Not bad, but annoying at times.” You quip, smirking and kissing him back as Fred traces patterns into the skin where your shirt has risen.
“We just want to treat the birthday girl to a good morning. We have a few things planned for today and thought you’d enjoy this first.” He smiles, placing a few hot kisses to your neck.
“You know what I'd like even better?" you ask, smiling as you loosely wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips as he keeps tracing his finger over your thighs.
"What's that, darling?"
"Some breakfast in bed. Maybe some pancakes and hot chocolate. With some strawberries and bananas cut up on the side."
Fred chuckles as George smiles at you, biting his lip as he admires your beauty.
"I'm sure we could do that for you, princess. After we finish here." Fred smiles, kissing your nose causing you to scrunch it because it tickles.
"I'm holding you to it, Weasleys." you smirk, moaning as george presses his finger against you in just the right spot.
~.~
As promised, Fred and George cooked you breakfast after you had all finished and you hopped in the shower. You sigh contently as the warm water hits your back. It's been just over a year and a half that the three of you have been together and you don't think you've ever been happier.
Sure you guys had your problems from time to time, usually one of the boys getting jealous for some silly reason or you getting upset with their continued immaturity on some topic or another, but you were always able to resolve it and move forward. Somehow you three just worked.
You rinse off your body and make sure the majority of your conditioner was rinsed out of your hair before you shut off the water and step out of the large shower. that is one thing you loved about this apartment, was how large the shower was. It was a walk in with a rain shower head and more than enough room for you, fred, and george to shower together.
You dry yourself off with a towel before wrapping your hair up in it and sliding your silk robe over your arms, tying it in a loose bow at your waist.
"Don't you look stunning." fred smiles at you when you walk up to the island and sit down. He serves you a plate of pancakes with a swirl of whipped cream on top along with some sliced strawberries and bananas next to them.
You smile, blowing a kiss at him as you take a bite of the food.
"mm, thank you loves." you smile at the two of them when george sets a mug of hot chocolate in front of you.
"I love you two so much. I hope you know that." You smile, taking another bite of your pancakes as Fred hands George a plate of pancakes and takes one for himself.
"We love you, darling." george smiles.
"More than you could ever know." fred adds.
you nod and smile at the two, feeling your heart inflate with love. you honestly aren't sure what you would be doing with yourself if you didn't have these two.
~.~
You smile as you take in the scene around you. After a day spent shopping around muggle London as well as diagon alley with fred and george, you were now having a beautiful dinner with the rest of the weasley's at your guys' shared apartment.
Fred and George had prepared a wonderful chicken casserole with bannocks (biscuits/rolls) and had invited their parents, their siblings (Ron, Ginny, Bill and Fleur being the only ones who came), harry, hermione, and some of the members of the order, including Sirius, Lupin and Tonks. You really couldn't have asked for a better evening. You were surrounded by people who loved and cared for and who loved and cared for you.
"I think it's about time for gifts, don't you, princess?" Fred asks after a few minutes of everyone chatting after eating.
"Oh, uh, if that's what everyone would like to do? I don't mind waiting." you smile.
"Yes, let's see you open gifts! I just know you're going to love mine." ginny smiles and you chuckle.
"alright, then. You guys tell me what i'm doing."
Fred and george smile as they start handing you gifts that you open one by one. Eventually you get down to one last gift that everyone seems excited about.
You look at it confused as it's such a small box, yet the twins had purposefully held it until last.
"go on, open it up, dear." your hear molly say and you smile, working on carefully ripping open the wrapping around it.
"What did you guys get me? As if you haven't already done enough for me today." you chuckle, looking at your boyfriends.
"just open it. I think you'll like it." fred smiles and george urges you to keep opening it.
you chuckle lightly, shaking your head as you continue unwrapping it to find a small, black velvet box. Suddenly you realize what it is and look up, mouth agape.
"you didn't. did you?" you ask, tears already starting to build in your throat and behind your eyes as you look over at the two red heads standing behind everyone else smiling directly at you.
"we did." george smiles as they both walk over to you, kneeling in front of you, fred taking the box from your hands and opening it to reveal a stunning two band ring.
you can't believe this, letting out a small gasp and covering your mouth as it hangs open when you finally see the ring in all its beauty. the first band is thin, consisting solely of tiny diamonds around the entire circumference. the second band is just as thin, also consisting of tiny diamonds around the circumference, but this one sporting a single diamond in the middle.
"y/n, darling, we love you more than life itself. we're honestly not sure what we would do with ourselves if we didn't have you." fred starts.
"fred and I were so excited when you told us you loved us that day just over a year and a half ago. we're aware that this may seem real sudden as we haven't been dating terribly long, but in our hearts we knew we wanted to be with you for life since our fifth year at hogwarts at least. it's probably been longer than that in all honesty." george chuckles, smiling at you as tears threaten to spill out of your eyes.
"we would be the happiest men alive if you agree to marry us. in return, we would do everything in our power to make you the happiest woman in the world. What do you say, princess?" fred asks, him and george watching you as you nod, choking back a sob as you answer.
"yes. yes! i can't imagine saying anything but yes. I love you two more than anything in this life." you smile, tears now free falling down your cheeks as you pull the two of them into a hug while everyone cheers around you.
"we're so happy for you three. you truly have no idea what it means to your father and I to see you so happy and in love." molly smiles, a few tears falling from her eyes as she look on at the three of you, so obviously in love with each other.
"welcome to the family, y/n! we're going to have so much fun now that we're sisters." ginny cheers and you chuckle, wiping at your eyes as each of your fiancés’ place a band on your finger, the diamond encrusted one going on first, followed by the one with the single diamond.
"we love you, darling." george smiles as he kisses you, holding your waist.
"so much." fred adds, taking his turn kissing you when george steps back.
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Part 3 with Beel and Belphie is ready!
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Beelzebub:
The big guy noticed the changes with his girlfriend before she even mentioned them; the sixth brother is pretty observant with those he cares about after all.
Whenever he discussed how worried he was about her, about her lethargy and dizzy spells, the woman would just smile and say she was fine, that it was just her body being off and human bodies are just weird like this at times.
Beel didn't know much about the human body so he chose to believe his Muffin on this, even if he was still worried.
As the months went on, MC started to gain weight. The demon noticed this, but it really didn't faze him at first; he didn't mind it if his girlfriend was a bit rounder in her torso.
What he did mind however was how self-conscious his girlfriend got about it. She had been eating a lot more recently and she couldn't really fight it, but she also hated every pound gained from it all.
Beel always told her how beautiful she was and how her weight never changed that to him.
However, she'd glance down at how her belly poked out now and looked to her boyfriend, who was so incredibly strong and was practically the living definition of fitness and was so good looking... and she couldn't help but fall even deeper into the slow burning feeling of loathing with of her own body.
One day, MC asked if she could go to the gym with him. The Avatar of Gluttony was immediately tense because she still wasn't feeling well, but he knew it would probably make her feel a bit better if she was exercising and actively working on what was bothering her
So he agreed, but the man couldn't bring himself to do his usual workout routine with her there. The big guy was just too worried about his Muffin.
At one point, the man just noticed that something seemed off about his Human.
He set down the weights and walked over to the treadmill she was on-- and got there just in time to catch her as she fainted.
Luckily, the woman woke up fairly quickly, but her boyfriend had enough; no more exercise for her, not until she got her dizziness under control.
For the next few days, the MC was extra depressed and just found herself in bed more, usually snuggled up with either Beel or Belphie.
It was one such day when the cramping started.
She had gotten to lay with Beel for awhile, but eventually he had to leave for the game with his teammates.
Usually, MC would go and watch him play, but since her cramps were so bad, she didn't really have this option.
She was cuddled up in bed with Belphie when the redhead gave her a kiss goodbye and told her and his twin that he'd come straight home, receiving a nod from his Muffin and a thumbs up from his twin.
The pain just got worse while he was gone though and things evolved to MC gripping onto the Avatar of Sloth and heavily sobbing into his chest.
The seventh brother couldn't move and get help; everytime he tried, the human would beg between sobs for him not to leave her. He couldn't call for help either because he realized that he left his phone up in the planetarium.
Belphie was stuck with the sobbing human for over three hours until Beel came home.
Eventually, MC could feel something lowering within her and the need to push was unbearable.
"B-Belphie, help me up!"
The man did as he was told and helped her off the bed.
Beely came into the room just in time to see his girlfriend squatting and pushing out the head while his twin held onto her to help keep her balanced.
Eyes wide, the demon ran to girlfriend. His brain wasn't fully registering what the heck was happening, but his immediate reaction was still to rush to her side and help her.
MC immediately grabbed onto her boyfriend.
"B-Beely--uhhh... i-it's coming out."
Still deeply confused and concerned, the man's gaze dropped down between her legs, now letting himself focus on the head between them.
MC... his Muffin was having his baby!
Okay action then thoughts. Right now, the man just had to be there for her.
"Belphie, go tell Lucifer. We need a doctor."
The man was really trying to keep calm for his Muffin.
Without really pausing to answer, his twin rushed out the door.
"It's okay, Muffin, I'm here."
The redhead held onto his girlfriend and encouraged her as she pushed.
When the baby was finally pushed out enough to be freed from it's mom, Beel already had his hands around it so it didn't fall to the floor.
The demon forgot to breathe for a minute as he stared down at his daughter. His daughter.
Smiling, Beel lifted his gaze back to his girlfriend, but found that the woman was still crying in pain.
"Muffin?"
"I-It still--ughhhh, I think there's another."
The man's eyes widen.
Beel noticed his girlfriend's legs shaking and knew she wouldn't be able to keep herself up.
He adjusted his hold on his little girl before guiding MC onto the bed to lay down. He stayed between her legs and continued to give her encouraging words.
Since their sister already stretched the way open for them, the second baby was crowning in very little time.
A few minutes later, MC birthed the second baby, another girl. Both girls had his wings, horns, even his hair and eye color.
The man held both girls in his arms, already overwhelmed with his love for them, before looking up at MC, who was regaining her breath.
Beel sat down next to her and kissed her cheek.
"Are you alright?"
His girlfriend nodded, gaze falling to their girls.
"Beely... we're parents now?"
Beel smiled and nodded.
"I..." The woman sighed. "How did this even happen?"
"I dunno... are you okay with this, Muffin?"
"...Are you?"
His smile grew.
"Yeah."
She gave her boyfriend a small smile.
"Then... I am too."
Beel leaned down and kissed her.
"Good. I love you... I love our girls." The demon smiled down at the twins in his arms before meeting MC's eyes again. "This is... a dream. All at once, I got everything I wanted in life. I'll make sure to give you and the girls everything I can."
The doctor finally came a few minutes later, obviously late. Still, he checked MC and the girls to make sure they were okay and before he even left, the rest of House of Lamentation knew that the two were now parents.
Belphegor:
It took Belphie a bit longer than his twin to realize something was wrong with MC.
Sleepy boy... well, has a sleepy mind.
Not to say that it took him long though; while Beel noticed the human feeling off in his scenario on the first day, it took his twin about three days.
Honestly, he wasn't really worried about how tired they got. Hell, that just meant more naps they could take together so the Avatar of Sloth was winning in that regard.
He didn't really care about the weight gain either. Yeah, he teased her about it a bit, but it was always followed by wrapping his arms around her waist and if his words actually hurt her, which sometimes they did, he'd sleepily kiss their neck, their cheek, their lips
"It was a joke, Butthead." He'd tell them. "If anything, you're even cuter with a belly."
And the boy thrived off the blush that came after.
What the boy didn't enjoy, however, was her dizzy spells. The woman would go pale and suddenly have to grab onto him. Sometimes, MC would even full on faint and he'd have to quickly catch her before she hit the ground.
The first time that happened, the two were on their way to lunch at RAD and suddenly his girlfriend stopped walking. He turned around to ask why she stopped just for the woman to fall forward and for him to have to scramble to catch her.
Luckily, the woman was only out for a minute and was confused when she woke up in her boyfriend's arms, laying on the hallway floor at RAD.
Belphie took her straight home after that, not even giving the human the option to stick around and finish the school day.
The demon didn't understand what was wrong with his Human and whenever he'd ask MC, the woman didn't seem too concerned. Lightly, yes, but she said it'd probably correct itself and human bodies are just weird for the sake of being weird sometimes.
The seventh brother wasn't sure that he believed it, but he also didn't have any other answer so he just chose to leave it at that.
Basically, it was months of Sleepy Boy pretending he didn't care, but secretly hovering over his girlfriend.
After nine months of this hovering, it finally ended.
The two were upstairs in the attic, napping.
MC had been having cramps all day and Belphie suggested just sleeping through them, saying that eventually they will just go away.
Technically, he was right, just not in a way he expected.
He woke up to MC heavily sobbing his name. The man jolted awake and found his girlfriend gripping his shirt and burying her face in his chest.
"What's wrong--"
That's when he noticed the bed was... wet? Why was it wet?
"B-Belphie, somethings--gaaahh." The woman was panting through the pain.
The demon threw the blanket off of her and saw that the bed was soaked, as was her leggings, but there was also a slight bulge.
He pulled them down and saw that she was crowning.
His eyes went wide. She's pregnant? How the hell is she pregnant?
He looked back up at MC, who was still crying from the contractions, and knew he had to handle this before anything else.
He got up from the bed and positioned himself between her legs.
"You gotta push." He told her. "It's not gonna end if you don't push, Butthead."
His voice was firm, but tinged with some sympathy.
The woman was in too much pain to argue.
It took twenty minutes, but the MC managed to push the baby out half way, only to be pulled out completely by her boyfriend.
The demon stared down at the baby, a boy with his tail, eyes, and hair, and didn't know how to feel. He had gotten so focused on helping MC that his emotions felt lightyears away.
The human cried out and his head snapped up to look see her still writhing in pain.
Was there another one? The man quickly found out that there was.
And so it all repeated.
Once the second one was born, a little girl with his horns and eyes, but MC's hair, Belphie stared down at the twins on the bed, crying at the top of their lungs.
The man was already so tired of hearing cries.
"B-Belphie..."
He looked up at MC, who had a panicked expression on her face.
Leaving the twins laying between her legs, the Avatar of Sloth went back to his side of the bed and pulled her into his arms.
Neither said a word for a while. The only sound in the room were their twins' cries.
"I didn't know..." MC mumbled.
Belphie pulled back to meet her eyes, just staring into them for a full minute.
"Promise me. Promise that it's true and you didn't know."
"I promise. I swear on everything I have with you that I had no idea."
He sighed.
"Okay." He leaned in and kissed her.
After a moment or two, he pulled away and looked down at the crying babies on the bed.
"So... what do you wanna do with them?"
"I..." The woman stared down at her babies. "C-Can you bring them to me?"
Her boyfriend nodded and scooped up the babies one at a time to bring into her arms.
The woman brought them to her chest, causing them to finally stop crying in favor of feeding from her.
Belphie watched this quietly, not really sure what else to do.
After about a minute or two, MC spoke up.
"Belphie... would you be mad at me... if I said I wanted to keep them?"
The woman knew her boyfriend wasn't a fan of kids, a topic they always clashed with a bit. MC didn't think she could survive losing her twins in anyway now that they're here, but she worried about what Belphie would think of this.
The man pursed his lips. He honestly never wanted kids before, never liked them. Still though... he felt odd. Different.
Maybe it was seeing MC hold his children so sweetly in this moment, but he wasn't as against this as he always imagined himself to be.
Was he at the beginning of developing paternal feelings or was he simply not strong enough to take away something that his girlfriend obviously wanted so much? The demon wasn't sure.
"No. I'm not mad." He shook his head. "I... damn, I don't understand how this is happening but... if you want this then I'm here for the long haul. I'll take care of them; I'll take care of you. We'll do this together."
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""Who's the one who accidentally breaks their arm?""
It's 2:44 am and Awsten wakes Geoff up with a call for help
this is my first time ever writing for either of these guys or this band but i wanted to write so here u go <3
He fumbled with getting his phone out of his pocket, careful not to hit the other on the plastic chair he was now sitting in. Once he got it unlocked and the number clicked, he held it up to his ear tapping his toes on the linoleum flooring listening to the ring of it. Silently the male begged his friend to pick up his phone. And then he heard the voice, groggy and sleepy sounding, but he heard it all the same. “Oh thank fuck you’re awake!” Awsten spoke, hardly listening to what Geoff was saying on the other side of the phone.
“Only because you woke me up, do you have any clue what time it is?” Geoff asked, yawning into the phone as he glanced at the clock beside his bed that was currently reading. 2:44 A.M. “2:44 in the fucking morning Knight. This better be important.”
“Well…” Awsten’s words dragged out as he stood up from the chair. Wandering to the doors he could now see just how dark it was outside of the flooding light of the front of the ER and the street lights. “I need you to come pick me up. I'll send you the address but I can’t really drive myself home.” A nervous laugh followed this as he flopped back into one of the hard chairs, hardly dodging hitting his arm on it. “Please?’
Geoff was now wide awake knowing something serious had happened. “I swear to fucking god if you sent me the address of a jail I will murder you, lead singer of the band or not.” He stood up from the bed and flipped a lamp on his side table to fill the room with enough light that he could find what he needed. A pair of shoes and a jacket. It was just Awsten so he had no reason to change out of the pajamas he had been sleeping in before the call.
“I owe you my life. If you were here I would kiss you.” The younger male shouted a little too loud in the waiting room earning him a couple of weird stares from the others in the room. Ignoring them, he pulled his phone away to kiss the speaker. Leaving Geoff to hear the sound loudly in his ear.
“Dude!” He shouted out as he jerked the phone away from his ear. “Just send me the address and I’ll come pick you up.” After Awsten agreed, Geoff hung up the phone so he could pull his hoodie on and shoes. Seeing the address pop up on his phone, a wave of relief passed over the older man before he realized where it was for. The local ER. Of course Awsten had done something this stupid.
After a few minutes' drive, Geoff pulled into one of the parking spots and shot Awsten a message he was there, followed by another that read. “I don’t have to sign your dumbass out do i?” Which got a quick answer of “no.” He laughed a little to himself before heading to the lobby to go see what Awsten had done.
As soon as Awsten saw his friend coming, he jumped up making his way to the door. Waving what was now his good hand at Geoff, he stepped out of the sliding doors to stand under the overhang. He grinned stupidly at the other watching as he only got a shake of Geoff’s head instead. “It wasn't on purpose!”
“Of course not. I mean, who would break their arm at some god awful hour on purpose? Actually- don't answer that question. Just come on.”
A soft blush dusted on Awsten’s cheeks as he dragged along behind Geoff like a child following his father reluctantly to leave a place. “Thank you for coming to pick me up.” he spoke, allowing his words to break up the eerie silence of the parking lot. Then without thinking too hard about it, he wrapped an arm around his best friend’s body, pressing his face into the other’s shoulder as he did so.
“We’re friends, Awsten, I'm always gonna try and help you when I can. It's what friends do for each other. Even if I was tempted to leave you there until tomorrow and let Otto come get you, if you were in jail.” He only half joked, squeezing the other back just as tight in the hug.
“You better not have left me in jail all night, that would be a shitty thing to do to your kid’s godfather!”
“If you get yourself arrested, it’s what you deserve no matter your relation to my kid.”
“How rude!”
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