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|| You're not Okay ||

Summary : You come home with a migraine attack and the boys do their best to make you comfortable, because the night is going to be long...

Characters : Steven Grant ; Marc Spector ; Jake Lockley ; You

Notes : it's written for chronic migraine sufferers (and a little bit for me~) but ofc everyone can read it, there's no rules ^^ [English and Spanish aren't my native languages, I apologize for my mistakes. Please tell me when something's wrong in the text, I'll correct it.]

Warnings : depression, pain, anxiety, angst, hurt/confort, trauma, nausea/vomit, suicide is briefly mentioned, medicine also, cursing, (there's some cute and funny scenes tho)

Word count : 8.2K

Completely empty.

This is what you feel as you press the elevator button.

With a deep sigh, the shopping bag that was around your elbow slides into your hand so it touches the floor, easing the weight of the bag as the doors close in front of your bloodshot eyes. During this time of respite, you close your eyelids to protect yourself from the crackling light. Your heart rate accelerating from second to second, you try to keep your breathing regular. Usually it helps control the nausea that turns your stomach and cause your throat to tighten. Unfortunately, you know the routine.

You slowly open your eyes before observing a graffiti on the wall to your left. You try to understand and distinguish this form. Although your eyes receive the image, you guess that your brain no longer makes the effort to process the information. But you don't care, you focus on this thing, trying to ignore the pain that's pounding your skull and making you feel almost lethargic.

Finally, the doors open to reveal the next stage of your challenge. Continuing to inhale and exhale slowly, you leave the elevator with your eyes half closed. You drag your feet in the dimly lit hallways keeping your goal in mind to give you motivation. Just a few more steps and you would finally go home to collapse on the bed. No part of your head is spared, not even your face. The pain is so unbearable that you'd be ready to rip your flesh out, from your chin to the back of your neck. If this is the only way you can ignore the pain in your head, even if you trade one kind of pain for another, then so be it.

Only a few more steps before reaching your destination. With a weak hand, you rummage in your jacket pocket for spare keys that your boyfriend gave you a week ago. A week that you lived together... You wouldn't know how you would react living under the same roof, but all you knew was that you needed to see each other more often and the question arose naturally. It was a new adventure for the two of you, or rather for the four of you. You will always remember your first night together, confessing feelings and secrets like young teenagers in love. This euphoric and slightly ridiculous thought brings a balm to your mind filled with darkness, even if it's only for a few seconds.

The weight of your backpack pulls on the muscles of your shoulders as well as those of your neck, which makes your situation worse. You also try to keep your fingers tight around the shopping bag that you almost dropped several times on the way.

And now a new symptom takes hold of you. Suddenly, you raise your head, breathing hard and fast, the urge to puke your guts out coming without warning. You close your eyes as every cell in your body forces itself to maintain control. Despite this desperate attempt, panic is added to the crowd of emotions that make you lose your composure. Your breathing intensifies, you close your eyes tighter while frowning, these slightest movements heightening your pain as if your skin was covered in bruises.

You weren't going to vomit in the middle of the hallway of the building, were you ? No, you had to contain yourself. It's not the first time it's happened to you, you're able to handle it. You bring the keys to the lock trembling with all your being, nevertheless you are dizzy and your nausea surpasses your courage.

Inhale, exhale... Inhale, exhale...

A sob breaks the barrier of your lips, as you've held it back since the afternoon when your daily headache turned into a violent migraine. While you were working, you kept looking at your watch to count the hours. The time was getting longer as your migraine got worse. At the end of your tether, your shoulder hit the door. You end up lowering your head, a shiver running down your neck to extend your skull to your forehead. So you lean your back against the door before sliding your body down to sit on the cold floor, dropping the bag full of food and produce you've bought as you work harder to read what was written on your list.

Your backpack serving as a cushion between you and the door, your head tilts back while you keep your mouth open, continuing to breathe to calm your nausea. And you choose to keep your eyes closed, too exhausted to do otherwise.

Just a minute. I just need a minute, you silently repeat to yourself...

An hour passes.

Steven walks down the hallway, staring at his phone screen as he holds the strap of his satchel firmly in his hand. Once again, he ends up checking if you had replied to his messages. And once again, he frowned in concern when he saw no response from you.

He sighed, then looked up from his phone.

And he discovers you sitting in front of the door of his flat, your head tilted back with your mouth open and your eyes closed.

"Oh my God !" he exclaims as his face crumpled with fear, rushing over to you.

Steven dropped his bag on the ground and squatted near your body which seems inert to him while he displays an expression distorted by panic. Although terrified by what he sees, he doesn't hesitate to grab your shoulders to shake you slightly.

"Y/n ? Are you with me, love ? Please wake up." he gently encourage you to come out of your torpor.

With difficulty, your eyes barely open as you slowly raise your head.

"I'm okay, don't worry..." you whisper in a tired breath.

Hearing the sound of your voice, Steven closed his eyes in deep relief. For a moment, he had imagined the worst, and he could already see himself holding your hand in an ambulance that would be heading at full speed to the A&E.

"What happened ?" he asks, returning his compassionate gaze to yours.

Your mouth having dried up, you swallow your saliva to be able to speak better.

"I just wanted to... rest for a minute... I..." you try to line up the words, already having trouble lining them up in your own thoughts.

Steven analyzes your face and your way of speaking and he didn't take long to guess. He nodded before considering his next move to help you. He looked around and then he looks at you again.

"Do you think you can get up ?" he asks gently.

You just nod your head briefly while keeping your eyes closed. But you had recognized your Steven as soon as you heard him speak.

Your boyfriend then began to retrieve your shopping bag and he leaned over to put his satchel on one shoulder. At the same time, one of his neighbors decided to show up. Steven looked up in her direction with parted lips. The old lady left the apartment, saying goodbye to her friend before meeting the gaze of the man she had seen before.

Her cheerful smile suddenly disappeared. She discovers this strange man sitting in front of the body of a woman who seems half dead.

Steven raised his eyebrows, his gaze doing a ping-pong motion between you and the old lady.

"She's fine." he assures to keep this poor woman from having a heart attack.

To support Steven, you slowly gave a thumbs up while opening your eyes slightly.

"I-I- I don't want to know anything." she replies with a brief nervous smile as she walks away towards the elevator.

The National Gallery tour guide watched her anxiously.

"She's going to call the police one day..." he said in a worried tone.

"There was no one there until you arrived..." you laugh lightly with exhaustion, closing your eyes again.

"Do I hear mockery ?" Steven notes with a grin.

"Sorry..." your lips curl into a small smile that causes pain to shoot through your jaw.

"You still have your sense of humor, that's a start. Come on. Hold on to me." he stretches out his hands to help you.

You place your hands on his forearms and you manage to get up. But suddenly your nausea gets worse, so you start taking a long breath to control it.

"Come on, let's go inside so you can rest." he tries to motivate you as he pulls the straps of your backpack off your shoulders with great gentleness.

"I can keep it..." you whisper stubbornly.

"I know you can." he responds as he inserts the key into the lock while he helps you stand, carrying your bag with his available arm.

There, he opened the door of his flat before putting his keys in the bowl placed at the entrance. Without waiting, he led you inside and closed the door behind you. Although the boys only witnessed a few of your migraine attacks, they were starting to know the do's and don'ts. So, Steven was careful not to turn on the light, leaving only the streetlights outside and the light from his aquarium to illuminate the room, as well as the light of the moon.

You then take off your jacket, calculating your every move to avoid causing more pounding or pressure in your head. Steven put everything he was holding on the floor and he turned to you, before taking your jacket to put it on the hall cabinet.

"Go sit on the bed, sweetheart, I'll take care of everything." He said kindly.

"Let me help you with the-"

"I don't remember asking you." He replies nonetheless. "Please, go get some rest..."

Although extremely embarrassed, you end up obeying him because you know he's just as stubborn as you are and if neither of you listens, well... You're not out of the woods yet. So you start your steps towards the bed.

When suddenly, you're dizzy again. Everything you see around you begins to spin at breakneck speed. The sensation becoming too realistic, you end up losing your balance and you barely catch up on his old green armchair.

"Y/n ??" he calls you as he turned to you.

Your legs began to shake and your breathing quickened once more. Seeing your unusual state, Steven stops putting away the groceries to close the fridge before joining you.

Your nails dug into the cushion, the impression of falling into an endless whirlwind upsetting all your senses. You would never get used to that feeling despite your years of experience.

"Talk to me, what can I do ?" he asks, laying a hand on your back, his sadness growing as he witnesses your distress.

"You can't help me, everything is spinning, I just have to... I have to wait for it to pass..." You answer before gritting your teeth, your body tensing with this dizzying and uncontrollable feeling.

But you can no longer determine where is the top, the bottom, or even where your left and your right are. Totally disoriented, your legs give out and your knees fall to the ground in hope of finding more stability while Steven follows your movements and kneels in front of you.

Oh, how he hates to see you suffer. But for him the worst part of all this is that he is helpless.

No-- He needs to do something, anything.

"Come here." he said before placing his arms around your waist.

Instinctively, you put your arms around his neck to cling to him, squeezing the fabric of his shirt very tightly between your fingers. To be less unbalanced, you keep your eyes closed in order to ignore the landscape that spins around you.

"That's it, hold on to me. It'll pass, I promise..." he whispers in the hollow of your ear, his words full of tenderness coming to reassure your fears and to console the pains of your head.

"I'm so sorry..." you say in a sob, can't help but feel guilty for putting your own problems on him.

"Shh, stop, don't say that." he whispers back.

He can't stand seeing you beat yourself up like that. Especially when he knows full well that you're not the only one to share what makes you different.

A few tears seep into the fabric of his clothes as you use him as a rock to hold on to through thick and thin. Steven presses you harder against him, closing his eyes, burying his face in your hair. His protective hands hold you with love and determination, because all he wants is to land you so you can come back to him.

Slowly, this feeling of dizziness and intense pain ends up calming down. Hesitantly, you open your eyes. The landscape is stabilizing and it's gladly that you manage to find your bearings. You sigh, finally free from this endless ordeal. Your violent migraine is still making you suffer and your nausea hasn't gone away, but at least you're able to put one foot in front of the other and that's good news.

However, Steven's gesture - totally spontaneous - which surprised you, made you melt from the inside. It's the first time that someone has been so considerate with you, especially during one of your episode.

You don't want to let go, but you can't help but press your lips to his neck, laying them right there with deep affection while his hand rubbed your back in a comforting way.

Kneeling on the floor, holding each other, none of you dare move. In fact, you don't even want to. It's crazy how he manages to soothe you so easily, how he's able to do more than any medicine you've taken in your life. Does he also have a risk of addiction ? You fear you've already found the answer.

After a minute, you end up pulling away from his embrace. For some reason, you hesitated to look up at him. But you could feel his gaze running across your face. So he put his hand on your cheek in order to gently wipe away a tear with his thumb, thus avoiding not applying too much pressure on your fragile and painful face.

Finally, you found yourself sitting on the edge of his bed, which also became yours, while Steven came back with a pile of pillows on his arms.

"Baby, I already told you it was useless, you don't have to do all that." you watch his eyes over the piles of pillows he's carrying as he can't see where he's walking.

"Innoo btt I jst wnt yuu t be az cmmffftbbll az possbl"

"What ?" You frown slightly, smiling.

He let the cushions fall on the bed with a huff, before straightening up to put his curly locks to the side to see more clearly.

"I know but I just want you to be as comfortable as possible." He repeats then with a smile curving his lips. "It's going to last all night, I don't want you to break your back." He continues, wedging the pillows one by one behind you.

More than grateful, you sit comfortably against the pillows before watching Steven heading to the kitchen. After a few seconds, you see him come back with a glass of Coke filled with ice cubes. It was the only drink you could swallow, maybe because it's fizzy and sweet. Sometimes it even calmed your nausea. The sugar and caffeine also probably helps you to have more energy since, in general, you can't eat on migraine attacks days.

You can't believe it, he really knows you by heart. However, you can't help but feel guilty.

"Steven..." you look at him, a little bit bothered by his excess of generosity.

He put the glass down on your nightstand before raising his hands innocently. "That's all. It's the only care you'll get." He says as he walks away. "And don't you dare ask me more, I'll refuse !" He adds sarcastically, pointing at you while he walks away.

Steven manages to make you laugh despite your depressed mood caused by your migraine. And yet, even in these moments, you continue to use humor because it's the only thing that still helps you to hold on. But Steven brought much more. Besides those typical stevenesque sarcastic jokes, he gave you a lot of comfort, joy and hope. The hope that maybe you'll wake up tomorrow without pain, and especially by his side.

Steven went to one of his shelves and you tilted your head slowly to see him. With curiosity, you watched him looking for something special in his DVDs.

Then you end up taking one of the cushions behind you to put it on your legs and thus have more height, before placing your elbows on it and then putting your face into your hands. It was a position you used to take, and you're sure your back will thank your boyfriend for taking care of it. You already tried to lie down feeling nauseous, but it was an impossible task. Each time, you end up sitting until your migraine decides to leave you alone.

Later, you feel the mattress bouncing slightly. Your index and middle finger move aside to reveal a curious eye again. You see him sitting on the end of the bed putting a cd in his player, because obviously he moved his television in front of the bed so you have something to watch on those kinds of rough nights. I don't mind, I just have to fix some cables and that's it, he told you that day. Then your gaze rests on the DVD cover that was placed next to him.

"Are you serious..?" you ask, hiding your smile when you discover your favorite movie, the one that comforts you during your attacks. "You don't have to do this-"

"It's not for you, it's for me. I want to watch it." He answers cleverly as he backs up on the mattress to lay properly next to you, albeit a little awkwardly.

You can't help but stretch a small grin as you see him lie down on his left side, leaning on his elbow with his fingers loosely intertwined.

"Look at this, the main menu alone is a masterpiece on its own." He comments, looking at the TV screen.

You snort as your grin stretches into an amused smile. Then he grabs the remote to play the movie.

"Thank you..." you whisper, casting a loving look at the man of your life. But you keep that to yourself. It was way too soon, however you can't help feeling all those emotions, but you can keep them and cherish them until the time comes.

To your surprise, Steven remains silent and continues to stare at the screen. Nevertheless he ends up stretching a smile that he tries to hold back, satisfied to have achieved his goal.

"Shh, it's starting." He quickly places a finger to his lips before briefly pointing at the television.

Yet you continue to look at him with sweet adoration.

You never thought you'd meet someone like him. In fact, you would never have imagined meeting him, because you haven't found anyone who looks like him, like them. They who accepted you as you were. They who welcomed you into their lives like no other would, especially with your condition. That's how they ask you to call it, because it's the truth. Even if you had a hard time accepting it, having lived for years diminishing the importance of your 'problem' because of what other think of it.

You look away.

Then you begin to sigh with well-being despite the torture your brain is inflicting on you.

After a few minutes of viewing, you end up massaging your face, trying somehow to get rid of this unbearable pain.

"Which side ?" He asks looking up at you.

You turn to him, your fatigue slowing down your ability to notice that you no longer recognize your dear Steven's tone or accent. Nevertheless you manage to realize it after a moment of reflection. Marc, maybe ? You're sure it's Marc, somehow. With time and practice, you were happy to realize that you were getting better and better at determining the transitions between the alters and their host. But you don't care about medical terms, these three people were one thing precious to you. Your future.

And yet you didn't know if you were his...

"...Left." You finally answer.

At your announcement, he straightened up. You open your eyes a little more, wondering what he was planning to do. So you see him imitate your position by sitting cross-legged in front of you. But you see what he's getting at when he brought his hands to your face.

"Marc..." You try to stop him with some embarrassment, not used to getting that much attention. Besides, you were always afraid of bothering him.

"How about you stop pushing us away ?" he suggests as he puts his hands on his thighs, looking straight into your eyes. "What if instead of continuing to pretend that you have to go through this alone, you let us take more space in your life so that we can finally take care of you ?"

His words crushed your chest without warning.

Silent before his requests, your brain stopped working when you were already barely able to think properly.

But he's still there, sitting in front of you, giving a determined gaze that slowly turns into a tender, pleading gaze, raising his eyebrows sympathetically, though with a hint of amusement as he notes the way you're reacting. The former soldier and mercenary couldn't help but be touched by your silence and your big eyes surrounded by dark circles that bear witness to your sleep debt.

"Unless you feel... that I invade your space too much." Marc continues with patience and understanding, afraid that he would bothering you.

Nothing in the world would make you think such a thing.

He has never been too insistent or too demanding.

Besides, his demands are not excessive. On the contrary, it's the minimum for a couple. It's the basis of any solid relationship, caring for each other, accompanying each other in illness. Although nowadays these values have changed for many people. But not for Marc, you realize. For you either, it's just that... you feel-

"I also feel guilty sometimes." He admits softly, lowering his eyes to avoid yours.

You bring all your attention to him. Guilty... Concerning you ? But why ?

"Sometimes I think you wish you were in a much simpler relationship. That you'd rather not have to put up with the three of us, put up with our past, and above all... not have to accept our situation regarding Khonshu. And I would understand all of that." He said looking up at you. "Everyday I'm afraid of losing you."

No, Marc...

Your eyes start to fill with tears. You feel a lump in your throat that you're trying to ignore.

"I admit that even today, I still have a hard time making it a reflex but know one thing : I will always take the hand you hold out to me. No matter how insecure I am." he clenches his jaw, each syllable spoken with pure conviction.

That's it. You give in.

Overwhelmed, you remove your mask of pretense and lower your head to wipe away your tears with the palm of your hand. You didn't know if his words alone were the cause of your hyper-sensitivity or if your migraine was playing tricks on you, anyway you couldn't stop the salty pearls from flowing down your cheeks. You couldn't get over seeing Marc showing so much honesty.

Moved by your flood of emotions, Marc puts his hand on your neck before pressing his lips gently against your forehead, where the source of all your problems is. Then he closed his eyes, swallowing to restrain the sadness that was invading the walls of his throat.

"Take my hand. Please take it..." he whispers against your forehead, desperate for you to accept his help.

You start sniffling like a poor lost child. You hated yourself for putting yourself in this state for a simple migraine... There are so many more diseases that are as terrible and unbearable as each other and at least you will never die of yours. At least if your depression doesn't make you cross a dangerous limit... You try hard to remember that there's so much worse than you in this world. But you can't help thinking that there could also be a better situation than yours. You no longer felt capable of going through this hell every week and almost every day.

And because of that, you haven't even noticed how Marc has been feeling all this time...

"But why would you say that ? You're not a burden, okay ? You'll never lose me... Never... Don't say that again..." you sob.

"Okay, okay, I promise..." he says softly, your words meaning so much to him.

Then you think about Steven. Poor Steven who immediately took care of you right after work.

"I didn't even ask Steven how his day went..." you sniffle again, cherishing the reassuring touch of his soft lips against your forehead.

"You'll ask him when you feel better." he whispers back. "Promise me you'll do anything to feel better ?"

"I promis you." you answer naturally, your hand going to rest on his.

"So please let me help you." He persevere with patience, knowing full well that the only barrier between you and him is your guilt, and nothing else. Otherwise, he would never allow himself to cross this barrier that you have placed for your own discomfort.

You look up at him, his lips gently leaving your forehead. Once again, you look at each other for a few seconds, with love, compassion, and hidden grief.

He opened up to you, he shared his doubts more than he ever have before. Even if he expects nothing in return, you now have the desire and the need to fulfill his wish.

However, there's a catch. You never asked for help from anyone, your lips didn't know how to formulate this request. Marc continues to observe you, noting that you were trying to tell him something and that you hesitated. But your lips remain parted without a sound. It couldn't be pride... Or maybe it was ? You don't even know anymore. You've been on your own for so long...

Luckily for you, he decides to save you from drowning. Marc noted your efforts, and he deciphered your cry for help.

Then, he slowly started to run his hand through your hair and put it on the left side of your extremely painful skull. Grimacing slightly at his contact, you nevertheless notice how his gestures are meticulous and made to be as delicate as possible to prevent your migraine from getting worse through his fault. It's therefore gently that he begins to massage your head. Then, his second hand joined your neck to massage it with a little more firmness.

You sniffle one last time, trying to relax despite your reluctance.

And without you noticing, your shoulders fell, little by little. Slowly your eyelids began to droop despite their struggles to stay open.

"Do your eyes hurt ?" Marc asked in a low voice.

Like him, you decide to forget your insecurity to take the hand he held out to you. You become too engrossed in the comfort he was giving you, your pain becoming a little more bearable by the second.

You just nod your head weakly.

His hand that was on your skull moved close to your face. And his thumb massaged your brow bone in a circular motion that sometimes lifts your eyelid. More and more, he felt the weight of your face grow heavier against his hand, signaling to him that you were finally letting go. For a moment, he wondered if his healing armor was capable of curing the migraines that are ruining your life. If only he could share it with you to find out... But he would also be afraid of certain repercussions that this entails.

"The nose too..." He hears you whisper with tiredness.

He doesn't wait. His hand went down on your cheek and his thumb massaged up and down starting on the bridge of your nose to go down to the corner of your nostril.

"And the cheekbone..." you continue with a sigh.

A smile curved Marc's lips, noting that he had succeeded in making you lower all your barriers. It's the first time you've let him participate in the healing of your migraine. He couldn't be more proud to see you finally cooperating.

He then continues the trajectory of his thumb to your cheekbone and with his available fingers, he massages your jawline by matching his movements with his thumb. While his hand on your neck goes up to the back of your skull.

You're in a trance. The pain is much more bearable and you felt like he was - very slowly but surely - getting that migraine out of your head.

So he continues for an indefinite time.

Meanwhile, he was analyzing your face. Marc has often had painful migraines throughout his life, but he wonders how you put up with them. They seemed so violent, so unstable and so frequent... At times, he wonders how you manage not to go mad. From what he saw and what he had learned, the moments when you really feel good are very rare or even non-existent. He doesn't know what he would do if he had to go to bed every night and wake up every morning with a terrible headache. But if he was able to recover your illness, he would do it without hesitation.

"You can stop now..." you finally warn him, feeling the minutes tick by. It felt like ages.

"Okay." He answers in a low voice. "But that's only because I'm starting to have cramps." He adds, smiling briefly.

He gently pulled his hands away from your face before clenching his fists once or twice to relax the muscles in his fingers as he leaned toward the nightstand.

Then you raise your eyebrows, taking a deep breath. Finally, you blinked your eyes open slowly. You felt like you woke up after a long hibernation, when you saw Marc handing you the glass of Coke Steven gave you earlier. They seems so ready to give you anything you need.

"For your nausea." he said.

Still as unsettled by his thoughtfulness, you take the glass while staring at it, looking dazed.

"Do you need anything else ? Food ? Water..? Or something cold for you head ?" he asks.

"N-no. I'm fine." you stutter as you look up at him.

"You sure ?" he frowns.

"Yeah."

"Okay... Tell me when you need me." he replies before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek, ready to lie down next to you.

Shit, where were they all these years ? You sincerely begin to think that you wasted your time with people who never took your condition into account, all letting you down because you demanded too much attention or often missed outings with friends. While you never asked for attention, nor missed those outings you would have liked to attend.

But you realize tonight thanks to Marc, that you deserve this attention. You deserve to get help. You deserve to be taken care of. And all these things, you had refused them because of the prejudices and criticisms of those around you. But you really deserve it all.

Wow... In fact, you realize how much these three people have changed your life. You realize how beneficial they are to you. You had never held this reasoning before meeting them.

As he watches TV, the light from the screen illuminating your silhouettes to cast your shadows behind you, he brings his hand towards you. On your back, his fingers traced abstract shapes as he focused on the film.

"Thank you, for everything you do... For taking care of me." you say after a moment of silence.

His dark brown eyes left the screen to look at you.

"You know I do it gladly." he answers sincerely.

"Maybe, but... No one else has ever acted like you did."

"I don't know what to tell you... For me it seems normal." he admits, continuing his caresses on your back while keeping his attention on you.

"Exactly." you reply.

Marc take the time to observe you, your tender smile, your raised eyebrows which demonstrates your sincerity and your gratitude, and his heart beats faster when his eyes met yours again. Those looks... Oh, those looks. They always have a way of making him nervous. Every time you look at him like that, with love and adoration, he seems to lose his composure. No one has ever looked at him like you do. Sometimes he's even scared of it, but only because he doesn't understand you. Why would you love him in the first place ? You seemed to have so much affection for him that he doesn't know what to do with it except to give it back to you every day he spends with you. You both needed so much love and you didn't even know it.

Finally, you break eye contact to bring your attention to the film.

In a rather pleasant silence, you watch TV with your conversation still in mind.

"...What a stupid man I would be to abandon you when you need me the most." He ended up answering without even taking the time to think, his arguments seeming totally logical and irrefutable. It wouldn't even occur to him to ignore you when you're in dire straits.

Your smile slowly widens, then you lower your eyes thoughtfully. You've been together for a few months and he still causes as many butterflies in your stomach as on your first date. And the excruciating pain of your migraine won't prevent you from feeling on cloud nine, because the support he gives you is immeasurably effective and you can never thank him enough.

At 4 am you still find yourself sitting with your face in your hands and a pile of DVDs on the TV stand.

Your migraine is starting to show a semblance of pity and your nausea is a little more bearable. How about trying to sleep while you still can ?

You look up, your neck hurting terribly and you wince in pain when it cracks. Then you turn to Marc. And you see that he have fallen asleep, after also noticing that he had put on his pajamas. You didn't even feel him move so much that you were concentrating on your migraine.

You contemplate his face and you take advantage of this moment of calm to print this image inside your eyelids. It's rare to see him so peaceful... He seems so pure, asleep there by your side. You admired his long eyelashes and his curls pulled back despite a few rebellious locks falling on his forehead. He's beautiful.

Yeah... You're so screwed.

After removing a few cushions, you begin to lie down but you change your mind as soon as you feel resistance behind you. A tender smile curves your lips when you see that he had left his hand on your back, as if he was still trying to support you even though he had fallen into Morpheus' arms. With your fingertips, you gently take his wrist to lift it slowly. Praying that he doesn't wake up, you put his arm along his body.

Once you are certain that you're not disturbing him in his sleep, you begin to lie down, taking care not to make the mattress bounce too much under your movements. You then laid your head on your pillow. You feel like you're lying against a brick so much that your head is sensitive, and the aches are already starting to paralyze the muscles in your face.

Suddenly, your belly started to growl loudly. Quickly, you curl up, putting a hand on your stomach while you close your eyes and purse your lips. When it stops, you open one eye hoping Marc's still asleep. You hold back a sigh of relief when you hear him snoring peacefully, and your muscles relax.

You stay like that for a while. The air burns your eyes so much that you have rubbed them and your exhaustion only makes it worse. Nevertheless, you let yourself be lulled into this cocoon, reassured by the presence of your boyfriend. Because there's one thing you know for sure. No matter how bad your migraine is, you're terrified of going through it all alone. For you, nothing is worse than loneliness, especially when you're at your lowest, since that's where all your negative thoughts hide and no one is there to pull you out of all this darkness that consumes you.

That's why living with Marc is so new to you. The mere fact that he is there takes a hell of a weight off your shoulders which were beginning to weaken after these years of fighting alone.

Eventually, fatigue takes over. You manage to fall asleep although you're still in pain, hoping wholeheartedly that you'll wake up tomorrow without any pain to enjoy your day.

And who knows, maybe the migraine will leave you alone for a while...

At 6 am, Jake's sleep is disturbed.

A strange noise wakes him up slowly. He frowned while keeping his eyes closed. But once he becomes fully conscious, that sound comes more clearly to his ears.

Worried, he turned to the noise, opening his tired eyes as he saw daylight seeping into the room.

There, he hears the echo of your jerky breathing bouncing off the walls of the bathroom you had closed. He then recognizes the sound your throat makes when you are about to vomit.

"Mierda." he grunts straightening up as he pulls the blanket off his legs.

Jake got up to walk to the bathroom door before knocking.

"Y/n, are you okay ? Can I come in ?" he asks, placing his ear close to the door to hear your answer, his anxiety increasing as he listens to your struggle against your nausea.

When he suddenly hears you throwing up your guts.

More than worried by this impressive sound you emit, he rushed into the bathroom in panic and he sees you squatting in front of the toilet, your eyes filled with tears and your stomach seized with spasms.

Jake grabbed your hair and quickly brushed it away from your face while you were caught in a fit of coughing. The acid burns your throat and your nostrils as you keep emptying yourself with difficulty.

"That's it, let it all out..." he reassures you, rubbing your back with his available hand.

However, you can no longer catch your breath. And as always, you panic a little trying to get some air.

"Tranquila, take your time..." Jake whispers, slowing down the movements of his hand on your back to help you calm down.

So your vomiting starts to decrease and you manage to get more air.

"You're doing good, stay calm..." He encourages you, observing you carefully, in reality as impatient as you to see your ordeal end.

But since you have nothing in your stomach, you manage to regain control fairly quickly, even if it's with shortness of breath that you finally breathe. Inhale, exhale...

After making sure nothing more could come out, Jake let go of your hair and then you decide to get up, your body still shaking. Under the watchful gaze of your boyfriend, you turned on the tap to clean your mouth. You're still too nauseous to brush your teeth but you can't wait to get that horrible taste out of your mouth.

Then you turn off the tap, before resting your hands on the sink for more stability.

"...I didn't want you to see me like that." You end up confessing. You had managed to keep this veil of mystery over your relationship for months but now that you live together, you can no longer prevent him from seeing the hidden reality. It's not much, but was he ready to see you like this every week ?

"Please, you've seen me covered in blood before and I haven't heard you complain once. I think I can take that." Jake retorts, nodding his head with a smirk.

"You have a great gift for manipulating words, Lockley." You answer sarcastically in an amused tone.

"I know, a real poet..." he said back while sitting down on the floor before leaning his back against the wall.

Jake opened a welcoming arm and you accepted his offer, sitting quietly next to him against the wall. He put his arm around your shoulders then lifted his chin so that you could rest your head on his chest, close to his neck, and you felt safe again in his protective embrace.

"I'm sorry I woke you up." you apologize, knowing that he needed as much sleep as you.

"I was already awake. Don't worry about that, muñeca." Jake assures you before dropping a kiss on the top of your head. "How do you feel now ?"

"I feel like I have a hangover."

"Aw, mi pobre cielo, I'm sorry..." he replies compassionately. "But look, the first night has passed." he encourages you to look at the window by your bed.

Although you're exhausted, you lean forward to see the sun's rays hit the floor as dust particles fly into the light.

"You did the hardest part." he adds as you watch the blue sky from your small bathroom.

Then Jake turns to you, looking at your face for a moment to find half-closed red eyes, chapped lips and very pale skin. And the fact that you haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning and barely drank only makes things worse to lead you into an almost indomitable vicious circle.

Indeed, Marc, Steven and Jake were all very worried about your state of health...

"You're not planning to go back to work today, are you ?" he finally asks.

"Yes, I am." you simply answer.

"Hope you're kidding ?" he pulls away to look you in the eyes, frowning.

"I can't afford to lose another job." you sigh looking at the ground in annoyance.

"Excuse me, but I'd rather you lose a job than your life." He insists, not understanding your point of view.

"Stop, you're exaggerating..." you scoff.

"Y/n, we've only been living together for a week and you've come home like this three times already. And need I remind you that last night you were found almost passed out in front of our door ? You're exhausted, you haven't eaten anything since yesterday and you just threw up. How do you think you can get through this day without breaking down?"

"But I'm okay." You assert, nevertheless you are not very convincing.

"No, you're not okay. Maybe its time you understood that." Jake retorts with more lucidity than you, having an outside view of your situation. "Muñeca, I'm not here to give you orders or to stop you from doing what you think is best for you. If you're sure you're able to go to work then I'm not holding you back. But you have to understand that you want to do things that your body might not be able to keep up with." He explains calmly, not wishing to accentuate your migraine by arguing with you now. "You have your goals and you want to stick to them, it's commendable. You're very brave and I admire you for that. But please promise me to put your health first before taking a decision."

You hesitate for a moment, not seeing yourself going to new job interviews. You were tired of losing your jobs after a few weeks, a month maximum. You were never able to be stable in your schedule and it's an inexplicable frustration not to be able to follow your plans. Especially when it comes to keeping a salary.

"Fine..." you finally say. "I won't go."

It's true. You can't go back to work like this and you can't keep lying to yourself. But Jake knows how much you want to be independent. You need to work, you need to feel useful. He knows this is your ultimate test and you want to win it. And the icing on the cake would be that you could find and keep a job that you actually like.

"I have an idea but you won't like it." He says.

"Go ahead." You say turning to him.

After a few seconds of silence, Jake finally speaks.

"I think you should see a doctor-"

"Oh no !" you exclaim, looking away in annoyance.

"I know, I don't like them either. But if you see a neurologist or something like that, maybe you could get some proper treatment-"

"I already tried, it was hell !" You respond by looking at him again with a pleading gaze. He couldn't ask you such a thing.

"I know."

"I don't want to stuff myself with medicine and be disappointed every time thinking that this one might be the right one. And I'm tired of doctors."

"I know you're mad at them, but they're not all bad or insensitive. Steven read stories of some chronic migraine sufferers on the internet, they all took many years to find the right doctor and the right treatment." He defends his idea with fervor.

You sigh deeply, not liking the turn this conversation is taking.

"It's unfair..." He admits, rubbing your shoulder, saddened to see you reacting so badly to his remark. "But if you want to get a little better, you should give them a chance. And I see you coming, it's not because I advise you to go see a doctor that we are tired of you. It'll never happen. We'll help you, we'll be with you throughout the whole process."

You bring your gaze to him. Maybe he's right... But you're afraid to embark on this lost quest again.

"I'm going to be a little selfish but... If you don't do it for yourself, do it for us." He pronounces the supreme sentence.

How the hell can you say no to that ?

"But you can still refuse..." Jake continues, knowing very well that you would be unable to contradict him.

"Oh, shut up." you answer with that complicity you have with Jake.

But suddenly an idea pops into your head.

Fine. You'll play that game too.

"I would go see a doctor, but on one condition." You raise a finger.

"Which one ?" he asks in a cooperative tone.

Poor guy, he would quickly regret it.

"Go see a therapist."

Oh-- How dare you ?!

"Ahah, very funny. You're feeling smart now, I bet." He nods slowly, squinting suspiciously and amusedly.

"I do."

"I see your migraine has suddenly disappeared."

"Seriously, I remember Marc saying that it'd be good for all three of you." you defend your idea in turn.

"Marc is stupid. And he was drunk, that doesn't count." Jake retorts.

"And whose fault is it ??" you say outrageously.

"Oh, we're not going to bring this up again..." he raises his hand briefly, closing his eyes for a moment.

You hold back a laugh, looking at him tenderly.

"You know... Doctors aren't all bad and insensitive, and I'll be with you throughout the whole process..."

"Okay, fine, I got it." he interrups you and a smile stretches his lips as he hears you turn his own words against him. "Eres a coñazo..."

"I'm too tired to understand your insults, but nice try." you retort with fun although you still feel groggy.

He too, sighs deeply.

You were both stuck with your own struggles to overcome, blackmailing each other for each other's well-being. Of course, it couldn't have happened any other way with you two... None of you had the strength or even the inclination to face your problems. You preferred to play the hypocrite and ignore them as if they didn't exist, yet your demons were going to catch up with you no matter what you did. So, for the other, you might be able to deal with it.

You both felt like a wreck, sitting there by the toilet staring blankly at the opposite wall.

"Fuck migraines." Jake announced suddenly.

"Fuck complicated pasts." you say back.

You then cross your arm on that of Jake to take his hand in yours, then you brought it against your heart. How you wish you could erase all of their bad memories and pain... Instead, all you can do is listen to them and give them all the love they've been missing.

"I love you." You hear him declare.

"I love you too." you say naturally but nevertheless with conviction.

But you realize...

"It's the first time we've said it." you affirme as you frown, although your sentence sounds like a question.

"It seems, yes." he replies, realizing in turn. "In fact, we wanted to tell you last night but you didnt feel well and we didn't want you to have a bad memory of it. And now I admit that... I couldn't help myself."

You think for a moment.

You think back to how Steven reassured you and made you laugh.

You think back to how Marc took care of you physically and mentally.

And you notice the way Jake supports you and roused you to action.

Why would you regret those three little words that mean so much to you ?

"Oh, believe me... This is my fondest memory."

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ducktales-and-ducks · 2 years

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Family, Adventure, and Gold

If you thought I’d stay silent this day, you were wrong, but you also were almost right.

Why? Well, I’ve been trying to write since early morning a special message for the anniversary of the last episode of Ducktales (2017), called “The Last Adventure”, but every time I started to write, something felt weird. I didn’t know what was happening, it’s like I couldn’t find the words to properly write what this show means to me, I couldn’t find a way to express all the emotions and passions these ducks woke up in me, and honestly, I still can’t understand why my passion for them hadn’t changed at all, even a year after the last episode.

I didn’t know how to start, so I decided to watch that episode again today. I’ve watched all the episodes 5 times already, but every time I watch every episode again, I always find something new, something that makes me love that adventurous family even more, and after those amazing credits of almost every character falling out from the plane into the blue sky, I understood that my message for this Last Adventurversary are three simple, but at the same time, strong words:

Family, Adventure, and Gold.

I’m someone who believes in the power and meaning of the words we say. That’s why I’d like to explain why each one of these words means a lot to me.

Family:

In real life I’m shy, usually a lonely person or the silent one of the group, not because of any personal reason, but mostly because I discovered I’m confortable being more open with people who also loves what I love. I’ve joined the DT17 fandom on September of 2019, and through all this time, I’ve met a lot of people, some of them are writers, some are artist, and some of them are like me, enthusiasts of everything related of the show. Some live in different countries, other even live in different continents, but what we have in common is the love we have for this show, and this common love made a lot of us the family we didn't know we needed. This show is about family, not just blood-related family, but found family.

Adventure:

“Ducktales” without aventures are just “Ducks”, and without ducks, are just “Tales”. The essence and engine who moved this ducks to be so fun, relatable and iconic are their adventures. Thanks to Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby’s shenanigans, the constantly unintended accidents of Donald, or the umbreakable desire to solve a mystery and rewrite history from Scrooge, I realized that adventures are not only intended for historical figures or “the chosen ones”, because, everyone is the protagonist of their own story, you can find or make your own adventures in your life, you don’t have to stay in your common routine, you can do something new everyday, discover new places, research what insterests you, make new friends and allies in the way, and the most important thing, keep learning more and more about this world of untold history and undiscovered places.

Gold:

This one is important. I’m not talking about the gold that Scrooge keeps inside his Money Bin, but the the fact that this show was, “gold” in many aspects. In my case, I’ve seen other current and previous TV shows, like Gravity Falls, Amphibia, The Owl House, Phineas & Ferb, Star, Hilda, Big City Greens, etc etc, and those are good, precious gems with many things that makes each of them special, but Ducktales is different, it has this background history that comes from the legendary Donald Duck, the uncountable comics from him with Scrooge and the triplets, and the iconical childhood show Ducktales (1987) which was the main inspiration to this reboot. All these modern shows may be awesome and popular now, but the history, importance and legacy of more than 87 years (since The Wise Little Hen, 1934) isn’t something that any show of this century could make so easily, specially when Disney prefers to stop any solid project if it doesn’t mean money to the company.

I don’t want to get controversial here, and I’m sorry if I do, but it has to be said: Disney gave Matt and Frank the chance to tell their story in three seasons, which is great, but if Disney had not been interested only in money and rather in the quality of its current programs, right now DT17 should have more than 4 seasons, spin offs, a huge diversity of toys, park attractions, and even movies, but they prefer to prioritize sells ($) and popularity over quality and potential, and Ducktales has A LOT of these last two.

This amazing Ducktales crew created a real complete duck universe, with multiple amazing characters who had the essence of the past perfectly adapted to the modernity of the present, with opportunities to include all the shows from the Disney Afternoon, with epic stories that could face other “multiversal” shows such as the MCU, with a proper construction and interesting growth planned for each character, and with excellent animation that depicted perfectly the lessons in each episode and all the emotional moments. As I said, Ducktales is pure gold, and it’s sad that the company who was supposed to support it more only sees gold in money rather than in the shows itself.

Ducktales means so much to me, and every time I see some new fanart, fanfic, fan project or anything related to them, I’m always happy to reblog it here in this fan blog, and I’m happy to do it daily even a year after the TV series ended. I’m always happy to see a new creator of content or a new follower, and I deeply appreciate all your likes, comments and reblogs with my heart, because those always remember me that I’m not alone with this love of the ducks. During these last months I’ve also seen many artists, writers, friends and enthusiasts move to other shows or interests (and with some of them it has hurt me a lot to see them leave), but I’m happy they have something new that makes them happy. It’s awesome to see that many of them started their journey or were inspired to do what they like thanks to this show, and it also makes me happy every time a new Ducktales fan or content creator appears, giving the fandom more amazing enthusiasm and content to let this fandom stay alive.

This is my message for this anniversary of “The Last Adventure”, it may be the last adventure of the canon, but the fandom always shows me that adventures are endless, because family is the greatest adventure of all.

#ducktales 2017 #ducktales #dt 2017 #ducktales reboot #dt17 #thank you Ducktales #The Last Adventure #annyversary #message #disney tva #disney shows #webby vanderquack #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #scrooge mcduck #donald duck #The Last Adventureversary #Ducktales forever

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mrsmaybankhere · 4 years

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Zorro

i don’t have an explication for this...i just...idk enjoyed very much while writing it!!

hope you like it and lmk your opinions on it!! i love youu xx

**NOT MY GIF, CREDITS TO THE OWNER**

Words: over 2.4k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (use protection guys!!), oral sex (male receiving), roleplay sex (i think??), dirty talking, mentions of alcohol and weed.

sorry for any mistakes❤️

Keggers at the Boneyard are the best thing ever and tourons adore them just as much as you do. But when you are a Pogue and when you and your friends always organise them, at some point things become boring and odd. Going to the same party three times a week is already a routine for you and you hate this. You all love spontaneity so to spice things up a little bit you, Sarah and Kie came with an amazing idea: themed parties. The boys were all for it, so once a week you would have a themed party and because all of you love Halloween just as much as Christmas a costumes party is more than welcomed for the first one.

And instantly you though that you and JJ would have the best matching costumes like the ones you always see at celebrities on Halloween. The low budget type, but still matching. But your dearest boyfriend had another idea and decided that everyone should keep the secret until the night of the party and it was a exciting one, but you also hated it because you didn't know what to expect from him.

So because Addams Family is one of your favourite, you chose Morticia. You wanted to shock JJ and everyone else and when you watched yourself in the full mirror, you knew that your appearance would shock everyone because you looked so different from yourself. And that's exactly what you wanted in the first place.

You tanned skin is now covered by a white foundation, making you pale just like you need. You straightened up your black long hair and you used a red lipstick from Sarah's makeup collection. Some really dark contour helped you to emphasize your features a lot more than you were used to, but that was the point to a costumes party: going out of your confort zone and trying crazy things. You also borrowed a black long lace dress from Rose, you and Sarah hoping that she won't notice and you looked exactly from the story.

The three of you laughed your asses off while getting ready at Sarah's place and even Rafe seemed impressed by your costumes ideas; he's dressed up as Joker, despite Sarah trying to convince him to change it because she was dressed up as Harley Quinn and the role was indeed perfect for her. And Kiara looked stunning and in her own element dressed as Wonder Woman. They looked wonderful and you kept reminding them that, while they did the same with you and insisted that JJ would be amazed by your presence.

And indeed he was.

Just as much as you were by seeing him with a black cape and a black mask around his eyes, only letting you see his beautiful icy blue eyes. "Fuck" you muttered under your breath and you bit so hard on your tongue that you tasted blood in your suddenly very dry mouth.

"Close your mouth, baby. Don't open it yet." JJ whispers in your ear and his warm breath in your ear send shivers down your spine and your whole body. And he knows it.

You and JJ couldn't keep your eyes off each other for the rest of the party and he would sent your whole body in fire only by touching your waist or looking into your eyes with that stupid sexy mask on. He looks absolutely ravishing and you never wanted to suck him off as bad as you want it now.

So after some good weed and a lot of booze, all of you are shitfaced and dacing like crazy with your toes in the sand, not giving a damn about anything around you while the sun is almost up on the sky. You find support on your boyfriend, leaning against him while he was talking -more like screaming- with John B and Pope. John B had a Michael Myers mask on and Pope was dressed up as a crazy surgeon from a horror movie he saw with JJ and that's why they are laughing so bad right now. And because they are high too.

"JJ..." You speak while laughing too and you don't even know why, but that's not catching your boyfriend's attention, so you think about something else and you try again. "Zorro, baby!"

JJ thought that he didn't hear you right, but when you repeated the same thing he could feel himself getting a painful boner and he's too high and horny to try to hide it. He spins you around, pressing your back against his toned chest and your ass right against the hard bulge that's already forming into his pants. You gasp so hard for air that JJ had to place his ringed long fingers over your mouth, something you like it so much that is just turning you on even more and you are already soaked between your thighs.

"Let's go-..."

"Where?" In your drunken state you have to concentrate a little more to find any place that's close to the party and safe enough for a quickie. A little more than just a quickie.

"The Van." You quickly say as you press his lips against his, not kissing him as he wanted to just talking with your eyes locked with his. "I will be waiting for you, Zorro."

Your seductive whisper caught JJ off guard and his glare is not leaving your body while you are slowly walking to the Van, not looking back at him or at anyone else around, knowing that if you would do that you would lost all your confidence that you just gained with a little help from weed and alcohol. You open the doors and you quickly get lost at the thoughts off JJ and that mask, him fucking the shit outta you while wearing that is driving you wild.

"You said you needed me, Miss?" You are pretty sure that he never read the book, but he loves movies so his reply was quite accurate to the character, so much that it made you laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hungry sloppy kiss. With one hand he closes the Van door and the other one is already tangled in your long hair he loved so much.

"You look so fuckin' hot dressed up like this." He groans into your mouth, not breaking up the kiss as he's hungrily sucking and bitting on your neck and collar bone.

You take his cape off and he helps you with his shirt, you taking advantage of that to place some open mouth kisses and bites on his abs. You look up at him as you unbutton his pants, already drooling at the though of tasting him and having him all over in your mouth. You press some kisses on his V line, already palming him and you do nothing but smile at his sweet raspy groans.

"I love that mask. Don't take it off." You're voice is sternly and JJ found himself liking it, but he's never gonna admit it in your pretty face.

"Only if you call me Zorro when you cum." His smirk when you place a soft kiss on the head of his cock, licking the little bit of precum and a pulsing vein is quickly replaced by a frown and a raspy moan that makes you moan as well. His fingers are on your hair again, pulling on it to make you take him into your mouth and you don't even think twice when you moan at the taste of his warm big cock.

"You like it, huh? So take it all if you like it that much." JJ's dirty talking and the mask around his eyes are the best combination ever and you gulp down your moans as your hand is moving up and down his length, your eyes on his face as you are struggling to take all of his girth into your mouth.

His hands guides you further and he loves how your eyes are not leaving him, the innocent expression on your face and the smudged red lipstick on your mouth pleasure him more than you even know. His thrusts are deep now, your throat constricting as he forces the tip of his cock to meet your gag reflex. His moans are now louder as you keep sucking on his length, not really giving you the chance to breathe properly as your head bobbed up and down while watching him. You always though it was disgusting, but he totally loves to see your smudged lipstick, some spit or cum on your chin and tears running down on your cheeks along with your mascara. You are always gorgeous to him, including in moments like these.

He rough pushes his hips into you again, his hands pulling harder on your hair, so hard that you can already feel a little bit of pain in your scalp. But the worst pain was the needing, the aching for him and his touches and you think of that while you can barely breath with his cock down your sore throat. He reaches his orgasm with a loud moan and you smile right before you're cheeks are full of his warmly cum. You watch him in awe, being proud of yourself with your lips red, swollen and full of saliva, even dripping down on your chin but you didn't care.

"You're such a good girl, [Y/N]...You're my best girl, my only one." With his thumb he wipes off the corner of your mouth and he pushes you on the bench and your lips found each other again into a deep hungry kiss. And that's exactly how you are: hungry and thirsty for each other.

You don't even know when and how he takes your dress off and tonight you didn't even wore a bra because it was already hot enough in that dress and that made JJ smirk as his tongue is slowly circling around your hard nipple. The action makes you moan like crazy, but it's too soft for what you need now.

"J-..."

"How did you called me, [Y/N]?" He raises a eyebrow towards you, his other hand pushing down your lace bikini. He adores how much attention you pay to little things like this.

"Zorro, please." You quickly talk as you realized your mistake. "Please, I need you. I want you, Zorro."

You thought that after so many moments like these he would get bored of hearing you begging for him, but it's impossible. Seeing you with your makeup all smudged on your face, spit and his cum on your chin and big eyes, imploring him to fuck you bad it's the best thing he ever had in front of his eyes. In fact, you are that best thing he ever had.

"I love you, Zorro. Please."

"I love you too, Morticia." His seems amused and you would laugh too, but you are too horny and needy right now to be able to think about anything else beside him inside of you. He is the only thing and the only person in your mind.

He spreads your legs open even more and his thumb is slowly circling around you sensitive clit, only to tease you even more before finally give you what you both want so fucking bad.

"Fuck, please! I can't wait any-..." Your moans and screams are so loud that you are sure that anyone that's close to the Van can hear it , but you don't care about this right now.

You don't even have the time to finish your sentence because of him slipping inside of you, his fingernails sunking into your breasts and hips as yours are already digging into his back. You both leave marks on each other and you both enjoy having them all over your skin, JJ loving the idea that everyone can see that you are his and only his. Especially stupid tourons who thinks they stand a single chance with you.

"You are so tight, princess. Only for me. Right?" His lower voice is sending you insane and you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

"Fuck yes! Only for you Zorro!" You scream in pleasure, arching your back to press your bodies together and meet his lips for another rough deep kiss. Right from the start his thrusts are deep and hard, with each one sending you right to the edge.

He loves so much to tease you more than this, but at this point its hard for him too and he thrusted his hips against yours, you moving towards him in your desperation for him. You large open your legs, allowing him to have more space above you as his mouth found yours again, forming together a full of passion mess. You both are out of air as you moan louder and louder, closer to your high to each deep thrust inside of you. You kiss his collar bone, his chest and his neck tasting his salty skin on your lips and biting hard on some spots on his tense neck.

"God, I'm close! I'm close, baby..." You scream again, making JJ grin beyond satisfied to see you like this. A total mess in the palms of his hands.

"I know, baby. Me too. I feel you." JJ moves faster and deeper inside of you, his mouth not leaving yours not even a second, you both swallowing each other's sweet moans. "Cum, baby. Cum all around me."

That was the sign you waited for. You are screaming in pleasure and biting on his chest, JJ moaning as you reached your highest point in the same time.

"I love you! I love you so bad!" You scream while finishing, riding your high and seeing stars above your head. That's how good it was.

"Who? Who do you love?" He asks, his breath all over the place as he looks amazed at you.

"You, JJ. Only you, baby."

That's what he wanted to hear.

That's what he needed to hear. Not Zorro, not anything else. Just his name. And as a response, he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose and on your lips.

"I love you, princess. I love you so fucking much."

In the next second he collapsed next to you on the tight bench in the back of the Van and you touch his cheek and the mask with your fingers, looking at him with a soft smile on your lips. He is prompting himself up on his elbow, running a hand through his blond damp hair while looking at you with an amused grin.

"Now can I take this shit off? It's so fucking hot in here, Morticia."

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gyeommark · 7 years

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555 Days || Kim Yugyeom

Genre: FLUFF

Yugyeom x Reader

A/N: I tried really hard on this, anon, and I am sooooooo sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy this very much.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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You had a strict rule about not being bothered past 9 p.m., 10 at most, it wasn’t exactly because you would be going to bed early –‘cause that certainly almost never happened– but more due to the fact that in between school and your part time job, you never got to have alone, relaxing time during the day.

Said rule applied to everyone, from people you had just met to the closest of friends and, of course, Yugyeom. He had a bit of a hard time with this boundary of yours but reluctantly came to terms with it over time. You had to admit, though, that sometimes you felt a spark of regret for keeping him at bay but the feeling washed away when you remembered how clingy and energetic he could be.

You were having a blast with your friends the saturated fats and the always-unconditional Netflix when someone knocked on your door as if trying to knock it down. You growled, glancing at your phone to confirm that, indeed, it was well past 11 o’clock. Your brain drifted for a second, worrying about a gas leak or something that would get the firefighters up to your apartment but then shook it off when you heard his whining.

–Open the door, pleeeeaaaase–.

–Yugyeom, it’s eleven thirty. You know the rules!– You shouted back as you walked to the door, taking a look through the peephole. There he was, frowning and pouting. He threw his head back and yelled in frustration. You had to hold back you smile.

–Can’t you make an exception?! It’s me. I’ve always played along–.

You winced at the volume of his voice. The boy had some lungs, okay?

–Shhhhh, keep it down now, will you?– You hissed. Maybe he was on the prime of his youth (and day, probably) but most of your neighbors were older and appreciated their sleep hours more than anyone.

–I will not! Not until you open this door and let me in!– You rolled your eyes and peeked again, seeing how he rested the top of his head against your door and took a deep breath.

His nonstop screaming started. It was just a combination of ah’s, la’s and high-pitched nonsense.

You yanked the door open, making him lose his center and almost falling down to your feet. You glared at him as you closed the door with the same strength.

–What is so important that you had to break the rule and wake my entire building up with your mating chants?– You said with an accusing tone as you crossed your arms and raised a single eyebrow.

Yugyeom clicked his tongue as he went to sit down on the armrest of your sofa with a cheeky grin adorning his face.

–Those weren’t mating chants… Unless you wanted them to be, of course–. You glared at him. –And yeah, about the rule. I think it’s inhumane to prefer to be bothered early in the morning than at night. What kind of monster does that?– He teased. You took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of your nose, trying really hard not to hit him.

–What do you want?– You groaned. He pouted and looked up at you with puppy eyes. –What do you want, darling?– You said once more, knowing that you would get nothing out of him otherwise.

–An adventure–. He said as he stood up and wiggled his fingers in your direction.

–Okay, we can watch Adventure Time… Maybe Game of Thrones if you’re feeling edgy–.

He sighed grabbing your wrist and dragging you towards the door. With all the strength you could build up, you tried to stop him but failed miserably, making him chuckle.

–I don’t wanna–. You whined.

–That’s why I didn’t ask, sweetie–. He chuckled again as he threw your purse over his shoulder and grabbed your shoes before closing the door behind your back.

After a lot of complaints and you walking in front of him for about three blocks, he managed to break off the cold shoulder you had been giving him.

–Please, stop being mad–. He begged as he put a hand over your shoulders, shaking you lightly. –I know I broke your sacred rule, but it’s for a good cause–.

You sighed, trembling a bit when a cold breeze hit you, causing Yugyeom to hug you tightly to his side.

–What would that good cause be?– You asked, snaking a hand around his waist.

He looked down at you smiling, the type of smile that reached his eyes making little wrinkles appear around his eyes. Your stomach flipped, you loved that smile even if you were upset with him.

–You’ll see–. You pursed your lips.

You walked in confortable silence for a couple more blocks. It was weird being out this late, apart from your reluctance to going out late at night, of course; the city was totally different, dead silent. The only things you could hear were your footsteps and your synchronized breathing.

You were too taken aback with the pretty lights and the clear sky when Yugyeom made you turn and enter a random building; one way too fancy for your liking. He greeted the man sitting behind the front desk nonchalantly and the gray-haired man just nodded and smiled at him.

Once inside the bright elevator you nudged him.

–Do you know that man?– You asked, eyebrows raised. He shook his head, smile still plastered on his face. You gasped, mocking a shocked expression. –Did you bribe that man?!–

Yugyeom laughed out loud and tugged you closer to him.

–No, dumb. Let’s just say that he’s seen me around–. You frowned and then frowned even more when you noticed that you were going up to the last floor… The thirtieth something.

–Are you gonna tell me now? Why did you kidnapped me in the middle of the night to take me to some random fancy apartment building, hotel or whatever this place is?–

–Does it really matter?– He raised his eyebrows, looking down at you. Somehow he changed the mood and a wave of guilt washed over you. –I don’t know about you but I’m just glad you agreed to join me tonight. I love spending time with you, you know that–.

Your lip quivered and you sighed.

–You’re cheesy–. You said as you stood on the tip of your toes to plant a chaste kiss on the side of his mouth. He smiled and hummed, content that your discontent had vanished.

He peppered your entire face with butterfly kisses and you tried really hard not to giggle but failed nonetheless. The ding shook you both out of your honeymoon mood and you stared at the long, dim lighted hall.

Did he just… Is he taking me to a fancy hotel to…

You frowned as you considered the possibility of Yugyeom doing something like that. He tugged at your hand when he noticed the deep frown on your forehead.

–This way–. He said with bright eyes and beaming smile as he guided you to the stairs. You didn’t say a thing, you just followed his steps. –What, not even a grunt?– He chuckled, knowing that you hated stairs with a burning passion.

–At this point I’m not even going to ask–. You shrugged, trying not to trip on your own feet. You could feel him staring and, again, your stomach gave a flip.

This boy.

When you reached the top of the stairs, you found a huge metal door and if you didn’t understand a single thing before, now you were a thousand percent out of the loop.

Yugyeom took a deep breath before putting all his body weight against the barrier. You crooked the head to side, realizing that this idiot, giant baby was the one that held your heart in his hands.

With a grunt, he finally got the door to open and you giggled.

–Need to get some weight lifting routines for you, bud–. You teased, patting his cheek as you walked past him.

You weren’t one to be left speechless, like, at all, even if you spat out some meaningless comment, you always had something to say. Not at that moment, though. You couldn’t muster words to say, your jaw dropped.

Yugyeom came up behind you and hugged you, resting his head on your shoulder. He pushed lightly, making you walk to the edge of the rooftop. You weren’t completely sure, but you could bet you looked like a cartoon character, with wide eyes full of stars and your mouth so wide open it was drooling.

You couldn’t help it; almost every female was naturally drawn to shiny things. And Seoul at midnight shone like no other place. You were about to cry.

–It’s beautiful, isn’t it?– Yugyeom whispered in your ear, sending shivers up and down your spine. You simply nodded.

–And so calm considering is the 16th busiest city in the world–. He chuckled and for a second you were shook out of your trance because of his fun fact that probably no one else knew.

–May I ask, again, why did you bring me here?– You looked at him from over your shoulder and seeing that you were struggling, he let go and leaned against the bard, looking intently at you.

–Don’t laugh–. He pleaded. You raised your eyebrows in response. –At nights when I felt uneasy, insomniac or just really missed you I walked around the city, that seemed to calm me down, and then I found this place and I realized it was better. Like an escape. You can see everything from up here but no one can see you and… well, it reminded me of you so I felt at peace–.

A knot in your throat threatened to make you cry. He was really cheesy and so in too deep with you that you thought you didn’t deserve an angel like him in your life. Of course you didn’t laugh.

–This reminded you of me?– You asked in disbelief, knowing that nothing in the world would ever come close to the beauty of this view.

He nodded happily, taking your hand in his and playing around with your fingers. You gulped, again.

–Well it’s shiny, pretty and peaceful but at the same time strong and sort of aggressive, I think–. You scoffed. –That’s you–. Yugyeom said as he kissed your knuckles lightly.

–It’s not very cohesive of you to describe something as peaceful and aggressive at the same time–.

He smiled widely and nodded.

–I know but it is true. You’re this strong willed woman when you want to be, of course. You take no bullcrap from nobody and believe me, I know. At the same time you’re… I don’t… I’ve never felt more at ease than when I’m with you and when I’m distressed you take me and calm me down like it’s not big deal. You’re home–.

You groaned and hid your face in your own hands, trying to suppress the blush in your cheeks and the tears in your eyes.

Yugyeom’s laugh echoed in the wind and, once more, you were reminded of the reasons you loved him. He gently grabbed your wrists and uncovered your face.

–The real reason I broke the rules and brought you here tonight is… well, happy five hundred and fifty five days together–. He grinned. His cheeks blushed a little, too.

Even if you knew it was the cheesiest thing someone would ever do, you smiled sheepishly and wrapped your arms around his long neck.

–Happy 555 days of Yugyeom still being alive–. His arms engulfed you and he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, staying there and starting to swing you both from side to side. You closed your eyes, enjoying the momentum.

After a couple minutes he broke the silence but didn’t break the embrace.

–Does this mean your rule is no more?–

You hummed.

–We’ll see…–. Yugyeom chuckled, knowing that he had probably won the battle. –Don’t push it, though–. You tried to sound stern but it was a lost cause, since all you could feel at the moment was bliss. _____

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