#don’t care. i almost broke down crying to him i was trying so hard to hold it together but i was telling him how i am worried about changing
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PAIRING(S): theodore nott x fem. reader.
WARNING(S): fighting, swearing, smut.
SUMMARY: when y/n comes into class crying, Theo doesn’t let it slide and punishes who did it. Y/n then takes him back to her dorm to clean up and as they’re in a perfect position, he takes the chance to make a move.
A/N: english isn’t my first language so lmk if there’s anything wrong with this 🫶.
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Headed to your last class for today, potions, you spot your ex, Cormac and his friends. You broke up 3 months ago and he still couldn’t let you go. Therefore, he found different ways to humiliate you, to make fun of you.
As you try to increase your pace, he plops himself in front of you stopping you in your place. “Tried something new with your hair today?” he chuckles, “or is it your face. All the makeup in the world can’t hide that ugly face of yours, neither the even uglier personality in there princess.” he continues pointing at your chest. “Neither the clothes you wear can hide your fat self under there.”
All his friends burst out laughing, humiliated, you run out of the way and to your class. Before you could stop it, a few tears manage to slip down your cheeks on your way there.
You get to class, greet your teacher and stand with the rest of your classmates. After professor Slughorn is finished with the explanation, he puts you into pairs to begin working on your potions.
You get paired up with theo, the boy who’s always trying to get on your nerves, and you’re given a book to start. You begin preparing the potion without saying a word so the tears don’t form again.
After around 5 minutes, theo speaks “mia signora (my lady), thats not the correct ingredient” of course its not, you could barely see with the tears formed in your eyes ready to start dropping any minute.
You look up at him and apologize ”sorry i just have a few things on my mind”. “Bella, why are you crying,” he takes your face in his hands. “Who did this to you, who made you cry, i know you don’t easily cry. Give me names” he says.
“Theo, let it go, it’s nothing im fine.” “No, no, im not letting it go. Someone makes you cry and i have to move on with my day? Give me names and make it much easier for the both of us.” “Cormac, he-” you say as you sob, and before you can continue, he storms out of the class.
“Need a minute, mr nott?” this from Slughorn. You run after the slytherin boy, “nott no!!” In an instant he finds cormac and turns him so that he’s facing theo. He punches him hard, very hard, cormac almost takes a bite out of the floor.
Just then, some of cormac’s friends attack theodore throwing punches and kicks at him, all which he manages to dodge. He’s quick and slick with every punch, every move. Cormac then gets up and speaks “got you a slytherin bf to take care of your problems then huh you little pussy?”
Theodore throws another punch his way and pins him on the floor, next to all his other bloodied, barely moving, friends. “listen to me you little bitch, come her way again and i will make your life a living hell, speak to her one more time and ill rip your tongue out, mention her name anywhere near me and ill make sure you forget how to breathe.”
You’re clueless, you have no clue what to do, you’re just standing there, in utter and ultimate shock. By then, students and teachers storm in the hallway, try to break the fight. Once they’re broken apart, you make your way to theodore.
He has blood dripping from his nose, on his hand, it was all over his face. He’s standing with his friends, matteo, draco, enzo, and blaise. “are you okay nott?” he gives you a quick nod.
Enzo then starts speaking “we offered taking him to the nurse to get him cleaned up but he wont go, maybe you can help clean his wounds, i heard your dad’s a doctor so maybe i thought you can help?”. “Of course i can, come theo I’ll help you from here.”
You take theodore from enzo adjusting his arm on your shoulder so he holds on, and you swear you could see matteo winking theo’s way. You then proceed to walk him to your dorm.
The whole way there none of you speaks a word, and once you get there, you lead him to the bathroom and make him wait there. You get the aid box and sit on the counter, you ask him to come closer and you begin.
You first start by cleaning his nose, the blood dripping from it. You then make your way to his forehead, you carefully remove some of his hair thats covering the part you need to clean.
As you clean him up, he’s looking at you. “It’s not very nice to stare” you tease. To that he doesn’t respond, he keeps his eyes on you so you try something else. “I didn’t want you to get in trouble bc of me, why would you do that? Don’t tell me you care.” you chuckle.
“What did he say to you?” he asks. “I know it was big so don’t try to lie to me bc I’m the only one who’s allowed to piss you off and be mean to you, hell, even ive never disrespected you or made you cry before!”
“Well, he asked if i changed anything in my appearance, he also said..” theo looks up at you. “.. that all the makeup in the world isnt enough to hide my ugly face or personality.” “That bastard!” you feel theo tense. “He also called me.. uhhm.. fat.” “Im gonna fucking kill him.” The boys swears.
“I really can handle it, but i dont know why it affected me to much this time.” you say as you clean his blood off. “I know you can, but let me. Let me teach that bastard a lesson.” “Fighting is not the solution though theodore.” “I know mia cara but I couldn’t control myself, i really didnt mean to but i lost control.” you could see the regret in his eyes.
“Its fine, just really appreciated that, thanks for everything nott.” You give him a small smile. You then start cleaning the blood on his mouth, placing your fingers on his lips, you make sure to clean everything thats left.
“Listen to me,” he cups your face, “he’s a dickhead for not seeing how great of a personality you have, you acquire a great personality, when youre caring and some times even when ur mean.” He gives you a little wink and lets out a snort.
“Thanks” you smile at him then slap a bandage on his nose, to stop his nose from bleeding. After theo realizes you’re done, his hands travel down to remove his own shirt. “Wh-“. Your eyes immediately travel to his abs body, his ab lines, it was if they were drawn on pen and paper.
“Its not very nice to stare,” he teases. “my stomach is also hurt, if you can’t help me with this ill just go back to my dorm” he says with a playful smirk. “No, no i can do something about it.” you get your stuff ready for a second round and then speak “this might hurt a little.”
You then raise the cloth with liquid on it in your hand and place it on his wound. He flinches at the pain and since he’s placed between your legs while you’re sat on the counter, he grabs onto your thigh. He gives it a little squeeze, “fuck cara mia, this hurts like a bitch” he closes his eyes in pain.
“Sorry Theo im almost done.” You apologize. As you finish, Theo looks down at you as you’re still placed on the counter in front of him. “You liked touching my abs didn’t you.” He smiled cockily at you. “As if you didn’t like my hands touching them.” Right back him. “and found a way to touch my thigh.”
“Listen to me, i got you caged up right here,” he says with his hands on either sides of you, “i can do whatever i want to you so you better shut your pretty little mouth up or i wont be able to control myself.” You blush at his comment and try to hide behind your hair to which he tucks it behind your ear.
“You’re so sexy when you’re nervous and shy like that bella ragazza.” He says. “Oh shut up, what does bella ragazza even mean?” you ask, genuine confusion taking over your face. “It means pretty girl.” He smirks. “You think im pretty then hm?” you blush.
He looks at your eyes, stares to be specific, then he looks at your lips for a few seconds before grabbing your face and connecting your lips. You place your hands on his shoulders as the kiss deepens. “Such a pretty girl, a perfect one.” He says in between kisses.
“fuck nott” you say as he places his hand on your cheek to deepen the kiss. He manages to slip his tongue inside your mouth which you moan slightly to. You feel the heat of your body as he places his hands under your thighs and carries you in his arms.
“But it’ll hurt you, nott we cant.” you speak, worried. “Cara mia, you really thought i was hurting?” he smirks, your eyes widen in surprise, you connect your lips again, as he carries you to your bed. He lays you there and removes your shirt slowly and carefully. He then removes the rest of your clothes and begins leaving trails of kisses on your stomach, your hands travel to his hair, playing with it as your stomach tenses at the feeling.
“So perfect,” he mumbles while still trailing kisses on every inch of skin he could get to. “you’re fucking perfect.” The blush takes over your face, uncontrollably making its way to touch ur ears.
His fingers slide down your hips to catch the lace of your panties, getting rid of them. He spreads your legs further and begins kissing the inside of your thighs. He then places a finger on your clit, rubbing circles around it, slowly at first. His movements then quicken, and he includes his tongue. In sync, his fingers circling your clit his tongue licking your clit, you could feel your pre-cum already.
He was so good at this, he was also good at teasing, you arch your back slightly in attempt to speed things up but he uses one hand to push you back down carefully. Then, he pushes 2 fingers inside you with no warning, you moan at the sudden feeling and tug at his hair.
As his tongue and fingers work in sync to throw you over the edge, he adds a third finger in and proceeds to throw your legs over his shoulders. Your feet dig into his skin as he speeds up his movements, back arching so that his face is practically buried in you, one hand grabbing the sheets, the other his hair.
“theo.. im gonna.. fuck!!” you struggle. “do it mia cara, cum on my face.” As he quickens his movements, you tense around him as he guides you through ur high. As you release, Theodore licks you clean, he then moves back up to you kissing you hungrily. “That was fucking amazing.” You praise him. “I don’t think i can walk anymore.” “Well, we’re not quite done yet, i still didnt make love to you yet.”
theo says, smirking as he removes his clothes. He’s just left in his boxers and when he reveals his hard and huge bulge, you gasp out loud. “I didn’t know this is what we’re dealing with, i dont think it’s gonna fit.” you look at theo “we’ll make it fit.” he smirks. Oh. God.
He spreads your legs again, and begins kissing you, at first it’s slow, his tongue slips inside your mouth. “You wanna be on top?” he asks. You nod and he flips over so that you’re laying on top of him. You position yourself properly and once you’re ready, you lower yourself slowly taking most of him in.
You then start moving up and down, riding him. Your hands lying on his stomach as you do so. “Think you can handle more of me?” he suggests. “I can try.” You smirk as you flip so he’s on top of you. He spreads your legs even further, as you take him all in. You moan his name at the feeling and he leans down to kiss you, you moan a few times into his mouth before he moves to kissing your neck. You grab onto the bed sheets for dear life as he kisses your neck on the weak spot.
“Cavolo, posso farlo tutto il giorno. mi prendi così perfettamente.” he says something in italian. (Fuck, i can do this all day. you take me so perfectly.) You can feel yourself ready to come again so you warn him, he also lets you know that he’s about to come too. “Come inside me” you say. Just then, you both reach your highs and come together.
After you’re done, theo lays next to you, “yknow you’re actually the prettiest girl ive seen.” he praises. You blush as he keeps speaking. “Ive wanted to do this a long time ago, but i was so scared of you.” “Me?” You chuckle. “Then why were you always rude to me?” “I thought getting on your nerves was the only way to talk to you.”
You look at him and laugh some before he gets up and runs to turn the water on. “Come, let’s get cleaned up before any of my friends decide to show up.” He speaks. “They know my room number?” you ask confused. “Of course they do.” He smiles before disappearing into the bathroom again. “Nott!!” you call his name, “i dont think i can walk.” He leaves the bathroom chuckling and heads toward you to carry you there.
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hi mutuals. ive been gone all day in capstone hell in part bc my advisor is basically making me restructure the entire thing and it’s literally due on saturday. also if i look at a screen for another second my eyes will explode out of my face i think. like screens are so weird and 3d to me rn and it hurts my eyes and is too up close but also im pretty sure i have a lazy eye now so that’s probably why lol. but I have a week of this left at least atp except i can’t possibly ahve a week of this left because i literalt graduate a week from today. i feel like setting everything on fire
#purrs#what is it with me and my teachers / professors changing my entire project at the last minute LOL. throwback to ap art i. senior year of#high school when i was so fucking stressed out and depressed about graduating (hmmm sound familiar 🤔💕) and i had spent literally ALL YEAR do#doing my stupjd breadth and composition. or whatever it was like the names of the 2 stupid categories w head to do and i spent the whole yEA#year doing paintings for my compositon and i didn’t finish them bc i bit off more than i could chew (hmm sound familiar 🤔💕) and got permissi#permission from her to do my last like 3-4 paintings as collages in my sketchbook and then i had to give her mt sketchbook to like physicall#physically handle them and grade them (which was mortifying bc mt sketchbooks are like my diary basically) and after she gave it back she sa#sat me own and told me that she thought i had a better chance of getting a high score if in just used my sketchbook collages + some RANDOM#SKETCHBOOK PAGES that i had just been doing for fun and in my free time. instead of the paintings. thst i had spent all year fucking#murdering myself over. and iwas so angry but i went with it and i only got a 4 LMFAOOOOOOOO like this is just a repeat of that where he’s li#like you have to redo your entire fucking soi and break down everything etc etc and i swear to god i’ll get like a C. and at this point i do#don’t care. i almost broke down crying to him i was trying so hard to hold it together but i was telling him how i am worried about changing#so much of this right now not because I don’t care but because im exhausted and i DESPERATELY want and need to be done bc it’s been like#2 weeks of this at least. and he said nothing to that (in part bc i didn’t even look at him when i said it bc i was too embarrassed and bc i#said something else right after to lighten the mood bc i was too embarrassed) but like. lol still. this all sucks TREMENDOUSLY. i literally#am graduating in one week and it feels like i still have a month left and i have no fucking idea honwim gonna do this bc the stupid paper i#have been trying to write for the last 2 days he basically told me i have to redo in its entirety AND THE THING IS ITS 10 FUCKING PERCENT OF#MY ETIRE GRADE LKKE THIS IS SO STUPID HELPPPPPPPPPPPP help. this is so stupid and my faculty mentors can’t help me and im like ok maybe i ai#will go lie in the street right now. also not counting seeing glimpses of my roommates i haven’t been around another human being in person I#in a week and 2 days and ive only left my room 3#3x in that time span too all to go like take out the trash or some shit. so im absolutely done with everything LOL there is no way this#project is happening and i want to just dump the entire thing unfinished and say please just take it i can’t do it anymore i literally can’t#him: don’t even worry about the time rn. just pretend you have infinite time. me: crying cat meme. LIKE SIR I WOULD LIKE TO BE DONE THIS#VERY INSTANT! HAVE I NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH!!!!!!! HAVE I NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it’s the way i have literally created THREE#fucking collections of literature in the course of doing this project and it still isn’t good enough LOLLL like i appreciate you trying to h#help me do well and give me time etc bu you have to understand i need to be done with undergrad right this second or i will explode
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please more step brother smut with felix. it was amazing !:)
that’s so kind of you to say, thank you <3
here you go 🎀
felix catton! stepbrother x reader
warnings: smut, face-fucking, slight size kink, semi public
summary : felix is stressed out during exam season and needs relief
felix and you were like royalty at oxford. it’s not like felix’s family lineage isn’t royal anyways. they were always surrounded by a small crowd. some might even call them admirers. it wasn’t hard to love them, always kind and friendly, charming everyone with their beautiful looks.
when someone was looking for felix, you weren’t far either. this was felix’s way to protect and show his love for you. you two weren’t siblings by blood, but that didn’t stop felix from taking care of his baby sister.
sometimes gossip was heard about your close proximity to felix. you would admit that your relationship is definitely closer than most normal stepsiblings might be but your love fell so deep for each other you wouldn’t have it any other way.
lately though, felix grew a little more distant. you knew that the exams were getting to him, he was always so determined. you would only see him when at night he would sneak you into his dorm, pulling a blanket over you while holding you close and softly stroking your hair while you would cling onto him placing your head on his chest. you missed him, more than you would admit. his heart broke knowing he had less time for you, he yearned for your touch, your giggle and your adorable smile when you sat in his lap during break. but he couldn’t have any distractions from studying.
when you woke up the bed was empty. this was your breaking point. felix would normally wake you up to give you a little kiss goodbye or at least leave a note. there was none of this today. you bursted out in tears and started sobbing uncontrollably. when you calmed down a bit, you got ready to face felix to pour out your heart. putting on makeup was no use to your red and puffy eyes from crying.
you made your way to the library, which was almost empty since it was still very early in the morning. you found felix sitting in the back, surrounded by books writing down notes.
he looked up “good morning baby, did you have a good-“ he stopped, his initial reaction was that he was happy to see you but his eyebrows furrowed when he saw your distressed expression. he knew he had to make time for you now, so he wordlessly scooted his chair back and opened his arms for you to sit on his lap. you took a seat there and clung to him tightly, which he returned.
“lix, you were gone this morning, and I was all alone, I don’t even see you that often anymore, I- I just miss you so much” you sniff slightly as big tears fall from your eyes.
“shhhh, I know sweetheart, I hate it too, but you know how it is, I’m just very stressed right now” he pulls you close rubbing you back softly cooing quietly for you to calm down a bit, takes your face in his hands as he wipes away your tears with his thumb. he hates seeing his girl like this, it upset him deeply.
felix took your chin between his fingers to tilt you head upwards to slowly capture your lips. this wasn’t new to you two, he kissed you often, also in public, he knew it made you feel safe.
“lix? would it be okay for me to try something to relieve your stress a bit?” your big eyes looked up at him with a small smile as you relaxed a bit.
“sure princess, I’d love that but what do you want t-“ his words got stuck in his throat when you slowly dropped to your knees, already trying to fumble at his belt, opening it.
felix was almost shocked at your plan but obviously wasn’t appalled by your idea. none of you cared that you were in public, people wouldn’t come by until later in the day. your nimble fingers pulled the zipper of his pants down slowly, your lips parting and mouth salivating in anticipation.
he caressed your cheek with his thumb looking down at you with soft but hungry eyes, signaling that you could do whatever you felt comfortable with. as you continue undressing his pants his fingers were back at your face, his thumb brushing over your wet bottom lip and pushed his digit past your lips and into your mouth, and you sucked greedily.
you slowly pulled his already hardening cock from his underwear, giving his tip soft kitten licks to which he threw back his head in pleasure, brushing your hair, slightly buckling his hips towards your mouth
“you can use my mouth lix, I can handle it, I promise” lapping at his slit and batting your eyelashes up at him innocently.
“you’re gonna be the death of me, doll” he groans at your invitation and didn't waste a second to shove his cock into your mouth, pushing your head down his impressive length.
gurgling and gagging you looked up at him for reassurance that your were doing fine, he slowly started moving his hips, fucking your mouth.
“such a good doll, doing so good f’me” he praised in a deep voice. your doe eyes just looked at him, tears escaping them as he kept diving himself into you thrusting in and out of your mouth quickly and desperately as you moaned around him.
he shifted his hips forward so you could take him further down your throat “such a tiny mouth, taking all of me hm?” he grinned proudly his other hand cupping your jaw and holding your mouth open for him as you choked around him, saliva escaping your mouth.
“you can take it, hm? my good little angel” he grunts looking down at your face tears just streaming down your face now. you hummed happily, the vibrations sending a shock through him that made him twitch and ram his hips forward into your mouth harshly.
“gonna come in your mouth okay doll? you’re gonna be a good girl and swallow it all right?” taking out his dick for you to answer and traced your glossy lips with his tip, your tongue darted out to flick over it and relish in his salty taste as you looked up giving him affirmative nods.
his thrusts became more frantic, feeling close, he lets out a long, gutteral moan, holding your head there as he thrust his hips up feeling your nose press against his pelvis, cumming down your throat.
“I know it’s a lot, be strong,” he groaned as he continued to spout cum, it was so much you thought you might bloat but swallowed all as he pulled off, you were coughing at bit.
you looked wrecked but smiled up at him proudly as he leaned down to kiss your lips softly taking your face in his big hands to admire you.
“what would I do without my favorite girl?”
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Love Never Is
pairing: y/n and Matt sturniolo
summary: Love is never what it seems. It's not like the books or novels. It's not a simple as it seems. But she doesn't believe in love anyways so it's nothing something she has to worry about. That is until she falls into it and it gets ripped away from her. The love is real, painfully real.
warnings: sad af. angst, mentions of depressing stuff.
i put my HEART and SOUL into this please read it all the way through even though its long. AGAIN thank you for the love, love you all
xoxo Autumn as always
“then maybe we should just break up!”
Frozen in time. A sentence you never thought you’d hear fall from him mouth, but as you walked home you couldn’t stop hearing it ring in the back of your mind.
You didn’t allow yourself to cry in front of him, not wanting to show your true emotions on the subject of breaking up. If that’s what he wanted, you do it. Because you loved him.
To selfishly and embarrassingly cry in front of him was just something that you didn’t allow your body to do.
“Is that what you want?”
He stayed silent looking down at the ground, down at his shoes. You turned your head at his silence letting his words truly sink into your veins. Feeling the power of them washing over you like bullets on skin.
It was horrible.
“Yeah maybe”
You nodded looking towards your feet. It wasn’t fair. This wasn’t fair. You were suppose to be in love. Things weren’t suppose to be hard. You were suppose to be happy. Why was this happening?
Looking down at you soaked tennis shoes in the puddles of rain, you questioned everything he’s ever said. Every time he said that he loved you. Every time he kissed you until you both erupted into fits of laughter.
Was it even real?
You guys never fought, but you never thought the first fight would end up like this.
Fighting back the urge to ask him if he even loved you anymore was almost too impossible to bear, so instead you didn’t say anything else and left. The worst part about it all was that he didn’t try to stop you.
He let you leave, because after all that’s what he wanted. Even if it killed you, you were at his mercy. You would do anything he asked you to, even if that meant to walk away.
Matt looked up as he heard you start to walk out after you didn’t respond. His mind screamed at him don’t let her walk out, but his feet didn’t move. He stayed frozen in time.
He didn’t even know how the fight happened. One minute you were laughing the next minute you were screaming at each other like you weren’t the couple everyone wished they were.
But Matt was never into putting on the show for the public. Sure everyone had their own ideas of what you two were, if any of it was even real. But he didn’t care to prove them right or wrong because if he just had you at the end of the day, that was enough.
You were always enough.
You were gentle and kind. You never raised your voice. You were patient with him, even in times when he was acting like a child. So when you walked out, that was the last thing he ever expected you to do.
Without another word.
Without even trying to fight him.
You just left.
The slamming of the door is something that was ringing in his mind. As he stood in the kitchen staring at the door waiting for you to walk back in, but you didn’t. And he didn’t understand why.
I guess this was unmarked territory. He had never said anything like this before, and especially not this harshly to you. He loved you. He never spoke to you this way.
The thing that broke him the most is that you let him.
He didn’t know how long he stood there but it was long enough before the door started to open again. His eyes still trained on the door, he stepped forward. Ready to apologize. Ready to take it all back. To tell you he was sorry. And that he loved you.
But it wasn’t you.
It was Chris and Nick laughing and talking to each other as they walked through the doorway having no idea what just unfolded in the kitchen moments before. Well, what felt like moments. By now, from the sun now being fully set, it has been hours he stood there waiting for you to come back.
There had been words screamed between to people so deeply in love that were never meant to be spoken. There was ashes on the floor that was once their relationship that Chris and Nick were now walking into.
Matt’s eyes stayed on his brother and they looked to him. Their laughs halting when they saw their brothers face. He looked torn to shreds.
“Matt?”
Tears fell from his eyes from the sound of his name being called. He didn’t even feel like Matt. He didn’t feel like himself. He felt destroyed. He was nothing without you, what was he thinking?
They rushed over to him as he fell to the ground in sobs. Asking him over and over what happened, but all he could do was shake his head.
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You’d never had your heartbroken before. You read about in books, seen it in movies, and even had some close friends go through what you thought was the worst.
You’d memorized love stories as a kid, learning the in and outs of what makes love, love. Studying it harder than any lesson in school. It fascinated you. Seeing how people can be simply change front the feeling of another human being, just simply loving you.
That’s what first drew you into to the science major. Seeing the chemical engineering of it all, of what makes one fall so deeply in love?
Most of it being unexplained, but other parts being feelings of euphoria being released by the brain in chemical forms of dopamine, serotonin, and endorphins. Which can occur simply by looking at the one you love.
All though you’ve studied countless hours trying to figure out what makes someone fall in love, you never really truly believed in it.
You wanted to. Oh, you wanted to so badly. But to never have experienced it, made it hard for you to truly believe in it.
Because as wonderful as love had been taught to you at an early age, you knew the dark side of it. The fights, the cheating, the breaking up. You didn’t understand how someone who you could once love, you could cheat on or break up with.
Which made you circle back to square one in your research when you thought about that factor. You didn’t believe that you wouldn’t cheat on someone if you loved them. Because you felt that sometimes you could cheat on someone and still love them in one way or another.
Knowing you had that person at home, didn’t mean you didn’t find another attractive. Your father had cheated on your mother, but they stayed together. That didn’t mean he didn’t love her.
He tried the rest of his life to win her back at the peek of your childhood, which he ultimately failed. But he never was once seen with another women, because he loved her so deeply.
You believed humans were flawed whether they showed it or not. You didn’t think this theory justified cheating, or made it right in any manner whatsoever. Seeing how destroyed you mother was after once being so deeply in love with your father.
You just thought this meant love was more complicated that it is portrayed in story books or fairytales. You could go your entire life loving someone and never be able to have them.
You called it the ugly side of love.
The side no one talked about. The torn pages of love stories that no one wants to read.
And you didn’t blame them.
No one wants to read how the prince looked at the mistress while his wife was handing right there. They want to read about how they danced at the hall and how he found her missing slipper.
Studies after studies, you never found the answer to your questions. You knew everything about love, everything you could read, but you didn’t know the full story.
You had feelings of euphoria in your life, but euphoria didn’t mean love. You dance with a boy at your middle school dance, you liked his smile, but you weren’t in love.
You first kiss under the bleachers freshman year with the star quarterback, he had nice lips, but you weren’t in love.
You were missing the key factor, which was actually experiencing it. Your mother suggested that if your nose wasn’t in your study books you’d actually have time to look up and fall in love.
So that’s what you did. You put the books down and looked up. Just in time to catch wondering blue eyes.
What you didn’t know then that you are starting to realize now is that you had spent your whole life looking and dreaming of love and what it really is, that you had opened your entire heart up the first time you fell into it.
A lot of people argue that you can fall in love with multiple people throughout you lifetime, even falling out of love with some from the past. And maybe that’s true but that’s not what you believed.
You think that you could love many people, because you did. But falling in love, to your definition, only happened once. The deep sickening feeling of falling at 100 miles per hour, not even caring if you hit the ground. That, only happened once.
You also thought ‘love at first sight’ was bullshit. You cannot love someone without knowing them, truly knowing them. A glance in someone’s direction isn’t going to make you fall out of your chair and fall into love.
If anything, with your entire life revolving around your studies of love. It only made you more skeptical of it all in the first place. You wanted so badly to fall in love, that you thought you had mentally blocked yourself from allowing it to happen to you unknowingly.
You didn’t fall in love with him at first.
You thought he was too sarcastic. His eyes were too blue, and his flirting abilities were laughable.
It was his persistence that made you fall in love with him. The way he looked at you. The way he cared about whatever you had to say. The little things he remembered about you.
No one talked about how falling in love way scary. Maybe because no one thought like you did. No one did the research that you did. Everyone else was going along falling in love for the night, if that meant they could feel something.
But you we’re different. And he saw that in you. Which only made him fall in love with you faster.
You were terrified. You remembered the exact moment you fell in love with him. And no it wasn’t because he found you ‘perfect fitting slipper’ or flew across the country to kiss you ‘one last time’. Or anything like you read in the novels.
You in his living room. You’d been dating a few months at this point. He was half asleep, laying above next you, you feet sprawled out on his lap. The movie was almost over and he agreed to let want pride and prejudice for the 50th time.
It was your favorite movie, and he knew that. So almost every night he sucked it up and sat there and would watch it with you over and over.
As he dowsed off the sleep, you thought about that. As you whispered almost every line in the movie to yourself. You knew every line by this point. You looked over at him as the main characters confessed their love to one another.
You always thought that part was too cheesy. You always thought Darcy was an idiot and didn’t treat Elizebeth Bennett right, but they loved each other in their own way.
So you looked over at Matt, while they spoke on the screen in front of you. Trying to escape the unrealistic love story to look at your own.
His eyes were closed and his chest as rising and lowering softly with his breathes. You’d think he was asleep but his hands were on your feet, rubbing them softly as he tried not to fall asleep.
You looked over as one hand was placed, soothing your foot and the other was on you knee rubbing small circles.
You heart clenched when you realized.
You had fallen in love with him.
A stupid small act that came tumbling over every realization that your brain had hidden from view, all falling in front of your eyes. You loved him.
The bone chilling, falling at 100 miles per hour. terrifying love. It was him.
The scariness of it all didn’t fade until a month later. You didn’t want to ruin this for yourself by scaring away, because losing him meant a whole lot more now to you than it did a month ago.
He just had no idea.
To bring you that you had fallen in love, to you was almost scarier than realizing you had fallen into it in the first place.
So you waited. Until he said it first. Because the thought of saying it to early and scaring him away wouldn’t be worth the downfall.
Matt never thought too much about love, not nearly as half as much as she did. But that didn’t mean he cared about it any less.
He thought that two people liked it each other enough to get married and comfortable and it was easy. He learned quickly it was not easy.
Not everyone was as tender hearted as him. There were mean girls out there who only wanted him for one thing. He learned that lesson quickly.
So he went from open heart to a closed down bunker in a matter of a couple years with a few bad experiences. He’d even got worse than his brother Chris.
Granted, Chris had never had a relationship before. He thought they were stupid. Matt being the more kind hearted one of the group he was open to dating and talking to girl, even though his anxiety ate him alive over it.
Burned one harsh time, and it was over for him.
He never understood the concept of cheating. He thought “just break up with them if you want to be with someone else”. He thought everyone thought that way, that everyone thought just like him.
He learned quickly he was wrong in high school when he came into the locker room early for practice and saw one of his teammates making out with his girlfriend.
He didn’t understand the physical pain of it. He thought, yeah cheating sucks. But the heart dropping, can’t sleep, sickening feeling. He learned the hard way.
He didn’t love the girl, but he really liked her. And she spit in his face.
Years later he was still turned off completely to the thought of falling in love. Didn’t occur to him, it was the absolute last thing on his mind. He was more concerned with growing his business, making memories with his brothers, and the overall happiness of his well-being. He didn’t need a girl or any kind of love to make that happen for him.
Love wasn’t a quintessential need in life, it was luxury. A luxury he wasn’t going to roll the dice for. He was fine just how he was. He didn’t need anything else.
That was until her.
He didn’t know why he felt the need to talk to her that day. He never went out of his way to socialize with people especially with a schedule as packed as his. He quite literally had 10 minutes to go in grab a coffee and speed to his next meeting.
But she kept looking at him. And it wasn’t in a way that made him think she knew who he was. She looked almost curious. She was reading “the language of birds”.
He sat to himself in the line thinking, “who the hell read about birds?”. He paused as he gripped his coffee and had one hand pressed on the glass door, reading to push it open and continue on with his day to forget about the bird girl in the coffee shop.
But something stopped him. He felt almost a draw to her. He felt stupid even thinking it. A draw to her? Like some force of gravity pulling me towards her? This isn’t a movie, this is real life.
He thought he was stupid, just having an off day. But he turned around walking up to her. She looked up at him through her book, setting it down peering up at him.
She had beautiful long lashes and glossed lips and eyes that sank into his so much it made him lose confidence.
“Birds?” He asked, the only thing that was able to come out of his mouth. Her eyebrows furrowed as she chewed on her gloss lips. What the hell is he talking about? She thought. He looked down to the book in her hands.
the language of birds
She blinked down at her book, feeling her face light up. “Right—“ she said shaking her head and closing her book. He smiled at her embarrassment. Not that he was happy she was embarrassed, but it allowed him to be less nervous at her reaction to him.
She shook her head. “It’s not about birds” she said not looking up at him. His eyebrows furrowed. She glanced up at him. She sighed and closed her eyes.
“I mean it is but—“ she shook her head as he chuckled slightly at her. She smiled and blinked up at him, licking her lips slightly. Making his eyes trail down to her lips and then back up to her eyes.
“It more about their journey in life when they are away from their king, and how they manage their emotions in finding themselves when they are not with the person who told them what to do and think. They travel around looking for him once they realized they are lost, but then realize they find something more powerful on their own—“ she said scanning the book like she’s never seen it before.
I just smiled down at her as she rambled on. She glanced up at me finally. “Sorry” she apologized shaking her head. I shook my head pursuing my lips as I sat down across from her. She just watched me as he face slightly softened.
“What did they find?” He asked looking at her with a smile smile. She just blinked at me for a second. “What?” She said barley above a whisper. He pointed towards the book in her hand.
“The birds. What did they find?” He asked again, making her breath out. “Oh—right. They found that they are powerful in themselves. That they don’t need someone to tell them what to think and they realized they could do it on their own, they just had to be apart to figure it out” she finished setting the book down in front of her.
He couldn’t stop smiling at her. He had never heard someone talk the way she did. So elegantly, but so unsure. Like she knew what she was talking about, but she was embarrassed to admit knowing anything at all.
“How do you know you’re only half way through” He pointed out her book-marker only half way in between the pages of the lengthy book. She glanced down and shrugged.
“It’s one of my favorites, it’s like my fifth time reading it” she admitted. He nodded slowly. She just looked at him. Like he was a foregin creature getting ready to pounce.
“Sorry if you wanted to read it. I just spoiled the whole thing” she mumbled looking down.
It was almost refreshing for him, since he always felt to be on the other side of the attack. Always being nervous, anxious, scared. He didn’t mean or like to make her feel that way, but it was nice to talk to her and not feel that way and let someone else fill that role.
“What’s your name?” He asked looking at her. “Y/n” she spoke slowly like she was unsure of her own name. He laughed slightly. “Are you sure?” He asked. Her eyes widened. “What?” She asked back confused. Had he thought she’d had given him the wrong name?
“You didn’t seem so sure about it” he said looking down at the coffee in his hand. She smiled closing her eyes, before nodding. “Yes, I’m sure. My name is y/n” She breathed letting out of a bit of her anxiety.
He smiled and nodded. “I’m Matt” He breathed. She nodded. “Is it short for Matthew?” She asked smally. He smiled and nodded softly. She nodded back.
“Do you read?” She asked. He shook his head. She looked down at her book. “Well if you ever want to get into it, this books a great one” she smiled at him. He smiled at her, that’s all he’d seem to be doing.
He wanted to know things about her. He wanted to know why she was sitting alone. Why she was reading books that looked dated back to the 1800s. What was with this girl?
He felt a buzz in his pocket. Snapping him out of his thoughts. It was Chris. Fuck. He was already suppose to be at the meeting. He turned off his phone and stood up. Her eyes followed him.
“I have to go” he stated. She just looked at him. He looked towards the side. “Do you think the book only has one meaning?” He asked suddenly. She just blinked at him. He didn’t even know what he was saying at this point. He just knew he was to keep taking to her.
“You’ve read it five times, have you found the same meaning in it every time?” He asked looking down at the book. She glanced down at the book picking it up.
“Um” she sighed looking at it and then shrugging. “I guess I find something new every time I read it” she smiled at him. He nodded.
“I hope you find something new this time, y/n” He sighed and then turned on his feet. Leaving the girl with her thoughts. She sighed looking down at her lap after she left feeling like s failure.
All these books about love and she could barley talk to a cute boy. She looked up as he pushed the door and walked out of the coffee shop.
He smiled to himself as he left. Even if he never saw her again, it was nice to talk to someone who didn’t know who he was or wasn’t his brothers.
Now he was in a pickle being almost 20 minutes last for the meeting now..
“Wait”
He paused before turning and seeing the girl running up to him. He smiled seeing her again, not picturing her the type to come running after him. She stopped slightly out of breath in front of him from scrambling her things together quickly without thinking.
“I—“ she breathed looking down at the book in her hand. He looked down at it. “You should read it” She said holding the book out for him to take. He looked down at the book.
“Tell me if you find something I missed” she smiled up as he took the book out her hands and scanned it with his fingers. She stood in front of him not knowing really what to say next.
He nodded, biting back a smile. “I don’t wanna take your book” He said feeling guilty attempting to hand it back. She shook her head stepping back.
“I have like a million copies, just take it” she smiled shaking her head. He smiled and nodded stepping back. He looked down at the book shaking his head.
“How do I tell you what I find?” He asked looking down at her. She smiled stepping forward and opening the book to the front page.
if lost return to y/n
1800-562-99216
He smiled. Who writes their number in books? He thought to himself. He looked up but she was already walking away.
He didn’t know then what the interaction had him in for. He stayed home the rest of the week, just trying to read the book. As he started it he just wanted to get through it. Thinking it was going to be a boring out of date read. The only reason he was reading it so fast was because he just wanted to call her.
He wanted to find something she had not found, but by their simple conversation he didn’t think he’d be able to. She was smart. Really smart. He wasn’t as smart as her.
As he read on he got deeper into the book, unable to put it down. Even putting off other things that he used to deem more important. Getting unapproved comments from Chris. Like “Why the fuck are you reading about birds?” and things like that.
He got through the book in three days before typing the number into his phone slightly hovering over the call button, slightly nervous. Knowing what he wanted to say, but didn’t know if it was stupid.
It rang twice before she answered.
Expressing ideas of a book, something Matt never pictured himself doing. Or even enjoying but here he was. Laughing and talking with someone over a book about birds, or not so much about birds.
“Then why did he go back to the king after they realized everything?” He asked leaning back against his headboard. She sighed over the phone.
“I don’t know, it the one part of the book I never really understood. Some people just like the comfort of being told what to do instead of doing things their own way. I guess it’s just a symbolization of how people know right from wrong but still chose the wrong side most of the time” she said softly. He smiled.
“I never thought about it that way” he whispered. She hummed. “I was just mad at the bird for going back even after all he’s learned” He shook his head.
“Matt, it’s a bird” She chuckled over the phone, making him laugh. “No, but I get what you’re saying. It’s really eye opening, seeing how people fall into the same patterns. People like to be comfortable, anything that threatens that they run away from even if it’s the better ending” she sighed.
Matt pressed his lips together as he looked down at the book. “What that thing for you?” He asked looking down. She stayed silent on the other end of the phone for a second. Her mind raced. The first and obvious choice came to mind, but she had just met this boy once.
Mention love and he’d be running for the hills.
“Y/n?”
She blinked out of her thoughts. “Um, I don’t know” she sighed. He hummed. “You’re a smart girl, you must have some thoughts on how this correlates to your life” he said through the phone. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“I guess so” she said shaking her head as she paced her room. Was this a good idea? Comfortable. This is what you were talking about, pushing out of your comfort zone.
“I guess, this conversation?” She said almost questioning. His eyebrows furrowed. “What?” He asked. She closed her eyes.
“In the most non loser way possible—“ she bit her lip. “I study science as my major and I always think about how people fall in love and what it takes the chemical engineering behind it all” She explained. He crossed his arm, his phone pressed to his ear just listening.
“And I guess it makes me uncomfortable. It just like scares me? I don’t know.” She sighed. “I guess I’m scared to fall in love” She admitted, goosebumps filling her arms as he stayed silent on the other end of the line.
“Are you telling me your falling in love with me, y/n?” He chuckled, making her smile and shake her head. “No I—“ she smiled. “I’m kidding, I understand that. It’s hard to understand it, but I don’t think the answers are in science books. They are experiences” He said blankly.
She nodded before sighing into the phone.
“You sound like my mother” She joked as she sat on her bed. He chuckled into the phone. He looked down at his phone seeing the time. “Have we really been talking about birds for an hour?” He asked making her chuckle.
“I guess we have” She said softly. He noticed she used ‘I guess’ a lot. She’s very smart for a girl who’s constantly unsure. He turned over on his bed and sighed.
“What are you doing Friday?” He asked making her heart stop for a brief second. She shook her head. “I—I don’t know” she said softly. He smiled.
“Do you want to do something with me?” He asked. She wanted to. But she was scared, which made her not want to. She swallowed.
“Like what?” She asked cracking her fingers. “I don’t know. Do you have book on elephants? They are my favorite” he joked over the phone making her roll her eyes.
“I don’t” she smiled. He groaned. “I guess dinner will have to do then” He smiled, she looked down at her feet smiling stupidly at herself.
“I guess so” She said softly.
“I’ll text you”
-
The story emerged from there. About three months into being officially together, he fell in love with her. In the stupidest way possible.
He didn’t see himself falling in love, never imagined himself falling completely in love with another human being such as he had.
It wasn’t a scary feeling. It was more of a joyful feeling that he didn’t expect. He didn’t read much about love like her, but he didn’t know how much he needed it until he had it.
She had picked out Pride and Prejudice again for what felt like the millionth time to him. But he shut his mouth as she pressed play, because he knew if he agreed to watch it she would lay on him, clinging on to him. He would be able to look down at her for almost two hours without her noticing, her breathing slightly against him.
He moved her hand through her hair, as the movie played. Somewhere throughout the movie, she shifted putting her legs against his lap. He looked over at her as she mumbled the lines of the actors on the film in front of them to herself.
He smiled.
And that was it.
That’s when he realized he loved her. But he was scared to say it. He had on his mind on repeat.
“I guess I’m scared to fall in love”
He closed his eyes looking back to the screen, feeling a turn in his chest. He didn’t want to scare her away from telling her that he had fallen in love with her, especially if she didn’t feel the same way. So he would just wait for her to say it, to play it safe. Just so he knows for sure he wont lose her.
They fell in love in the same moment and didn’t even know it.
-
Months past with the unspoken words “I love you”. Almost slipping out of either’s mouth close to a hundred times, before catching themselves and covering it up.
Hey mind raced with insecurities. Had she gotten it wrong? Had he not fallen in love with her also? Was she just falling deeper and deeper into love with him and he just didn’t feel the same way?
He acted as he loved her, but the words never fell off his lips. It made her stomach turn. She had never even thought of the possibility, what do you do when you fall in love with someone and they don’t love you back?
Searching for answers in books tears streaming down her face as she ripped out the pages. She hasn’t studied this. She hadn’t even thought of the possibility. What had she done wrong? Was it something she wasn’t doing? Was it her? Why hasn’t he said it?
She was flipping through a new addition of the chemical engineering psychology book that her professor had just given to her. She had a conversation with her professor, saying enough without saying too much, and he had given her this book.
Matt walked into the room before walking up to her and kissing the side of her head. “Hi baby, what are you reading?” He asked wrapping his arms around her from behind and laying his head against her shoulder.
She leaned back against his touch, she always did. But lately the only thing she’s been thinking about is how their eight month anniversary is next week and he still hasn’t told her that he loved her.
Endless nights of staring sleepless at the ceiling wondering if she was even good enough to be loved. Barley now focusing on the feeling of falling, because of the anxiety of the the fear of him not.
“Reading” she said softly flipping through the pages. He looked down at the pages, not understanding half the words laid out in front of her. “You’re so smart” he whispered kissing her cheek, making her smile.
She liked when he called her smart. She prided herself on her intelligence. It was what she loved most about herself and the fact that’s what Matt loved most about her, only made her fall harder.
A lot of girls were insecure physically about themselves, but no y/n was always insecure mentally. Panicking if she wasn’t the smartest person in the room.
A lot of guys were threatened about her intelligence, most men don’t like being dumbed down by a female’s intelligence, but Matt loved it. Priding her. Telling her “I love how you’re so much smarter than me”’.
“But” Matt said flipping the book closed in front of them. She sighed looking up at him as he grabbed her arm and stood her up leaning down to her.
“Take a break, you’re killing your brain” he said kissing her nose softly. She smiled. “I can’t—“ she said looking back at the closed book. “You can” He said holding her hands. She smiled and looked down.
“Come on, I’ll run you a bath” he said pushing the hair out of her face. Her heart clenched. Why do you act like you love me but you don’t say it. She didn’t reply. He sighed. “I’ll wash your hairrrr” he sang, making her smile slightly. He pulled her arm as he walked away, but she stood her ground making the pull back cause him to turn around to look at her.
His smiled dropped when seeing her face. She looked down at her feet distress on her face. He walked back up to her. “Hey” he said softly. She didn’t looked up at him.
“Y/n, what’s wrong?” He asked quietly placing a hand on her cheek. She glanced up at him and then back down sighing.
“Matt why are you with me?” She asked looking at him. His eyebrows furrowed. “What?” He asked not understanding where she was coming from. Y/n was a lot of things, but she wasn’t insecure. At least not in front of him.
She’d never questioned their relationship to him and it he was being honest his heart was beating out of his chest at the possibility of her breaking up with him.
“Why are you with me? Why are we together?” She asked softly. Doubt filling her head. She was terrified at this conversation because this might be the end. If he didn’t love her, she would have to walk away. And that scared her more than being in a one sided relationship.
He stared at her attempting to read her mind. What did she want him to say. He dropped her hand and ran his hand through his hair.
“Because you make me happy” He said looking down at her. Her frown didn’t move.
Because I love you, he wanted to say.
“And you’re beautiful and smart”
Because I love you
“And I love—“ her eyes looked up. “Spending time with you” he said running his hand down her arm. She bit her lip and looked to the side.
“And what else? What else do you love?” She asked desperately for answers. If he didn’t love her, what was he getting out of it? He shook his head looking down at his girlfriend.
“I don’t—“ he stuttered not understanding. She huffed shaking her head. “Like do you love—“ She shook her head looking down.
“Do you love me?” She asked looking up at him with teary eyes. He froze looking at her. “Because I love the hell out of you and I have for a long time, and I’ve been waiting for you to say it and—and—“ she shook her head, spilling everything out.
He smiled down at her, pulling her slightly towards him and pressing their lips together. He smiled against her, before pulling back and pressing his forehead against hers.
“I’m so fucking in love with you y/n” Matt smiled, making her fear drop from her chest. She smiled. “Really?” She asked blinking at him. He nodded. “I didn’t want to scare you off, I know how scared you of it and I wanted to wait on you” he said honestly.
She smiled and shook her head.
“You don’t make it scary” she breathed, making him smile. He stepped back sighing. “God, I’m so sorry, y/n” he shook his head. “Now I feel like a complete asshole” He said looking down at her.
He wasn’t saying it get out of her being mad at him or in a manipulative way. He genuinely felt guilty for not knowing that she was waiting on him. He probably scared her to death.
She shook her head stepped forward and wrapping her hands around his shoulders. “No baby, no. I’m sorry.” She apologized making him smile that she was apologizing. He shook his head.
“I love you, I love you, I love you. Oh my god. This feels so good to say it out loud.” He said leaning down and kissing all over her face making her giggle and push him away.
“I love you too” She laughed. He ran forward before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. She laughed above him.
“Put me down!” She laughed kicking her feet. He shook his head. He was going to show her just how much he loved her.
-
A memory so far away that now seems like it never even happened. The only one circulating your brain was the one that happened just hours ago. The rest turning into darkness like it never happened.
“Matt” you yelled at you opened the door. He didn’t turn around as he walked through the kitchen. “Matthew” you stated making him pause and turn around. His face was angry. An expression he never wore when looking at her. Maybe at his brothers, but never her.
“That was ridiculous” I breathed looking at it. It was. He acted like a child. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “So you can get mad at Sage, but I can’t get mad at a guy eye-fucking you?” He asked walking back up to me.
She cringed at the eye-fucking. He never really spoke like that and you didn’t like it when he didn’t.
“I didn’t get mad at Sage” she stated calmly. He scoffed shaking his head. “So what? You just pulled me away and told me off for like 20 minutes for shits and giggle?” He asked throwing his hands up.
She shook her head.
“I did not tell you off. I told you I didn’t like the fact that’s she was tracing the tattoos on your arm with her cheap press on nails” She said through gritted teeth trying not to get angry. He shook his head.
“Sage and I have been friends for a long time. Way before we started dating” he said motioning between them. She rolled her eyes. Why was he acting like this?
“Oh yeah? Why have I never heard her name before tonight?” She said walking up to him. He shook his head looking away before turning and starting to walk away.
He didn’t want to act this way in front of her, but he was angry. She deserves better so he was gonna walk away.
“Don’t walk away from me” she spat making him pause in his tracks. He closed his eyes as he turned back around. “Y/n. I’m gonna say something I regret. Just go home” he shook his head at her, but she shook her head back feeling tears brim at her eyes.
“No. Talk to me. We don’t do this, we don’t fight” She shook her head mentally pleading with him. He knew she was right, but he was clouded with anger, stepping towards her.
“Leave” he breathed.
“No” she shook her head.
“You were out of line admit it” She said making him roll his eyes. “No, I wasn’t. You’re my girlfriend and another guy was all over you” He argued down at her. She shook her head.
“We were speaking!” She said throwing her hands up. “You didn’t have to grab me like I was your property Matt. And I think he got the message before you went all ‘Yeah our one year is next wekk. We’re soooo in love’—“ She shook her head.
He clenched his jaw and turned his head. “Yeah and you grabbing my arm and all of the sudden telling me very loudly how much you ‘loved the bracelet I got you’ while shoving it in her face was any better?” He asked making her look down and shake her head.
“You’re not my property y/n. But your my girlfriend. I’m not gonna cheat on you like—” he said shaking his head. She looked up at him glaring.
“What? Like my dad and my mom?” She asked shaking her head. He looked down shaking his head. “I never said that” He shook his head stepping towards her. She shook her head stepping back.
“No but you implied it, you asshole” She said shaking her head feeling tears come to my eyes. He glared at her.
“I’m an asshole? Really? You wouldn’t even look at me on the way home” He asked shaking his head. “Because I’m fucking mad at you!” She screamed making the world go still. She never raised her voice. She never cursed at him. He scoffed.
“So we’re doing this now huh?” He asked.
“I’m not doing this” She said stepping back tired of arguing. “Oh no, you can say that to me, but I’m not allowed to say anything back?” He asked throwing his hands up.
She sighed trying to contain her composure before she says something she really regrets.
“You were right, we need to walk away. Our one year is next week and we’re both angry and-“
“No you started this and you don’t want the repercussions. You always do this” He said looking down at her. Her mouth fell open.
“I always do this?” She asked shaking her head.
“Yes, you always do this” He nodded. She’d never been this angry at someone she loved so much.
“Admit that guy was flirting with you” he said loudly. She shook her head. They were talking. She hadn’t even noticed if he was flirting with her because she doesn’t look at anyone else like that other than him. Because why would she need to if she had him?
“Admit it, that girl wanted you” She whispered back. He glared at her. He’s not thought about a girl like that since he saw her in the coffee shop with that bird book. He thought that girl was genuinely interested in his tattoos.
He shook his head.
“No” he said back. She nodded looking down.
“Then call me when you get you head out of you ass” She shook her head and stepped back. He shook his head.
“Call me when you get your head out of those damn books” He spat making her pause and her eyes water.
“I hate you” She whispered. His heart dropped but he didn’t show it on his face. She didn’t mean it, he knew she didn’t. But it still hurt as if she did mean it.
“That’s all you ever care about right? Being the smartest person in the room? You always have to be right don’t you?” He said his eyes watering. She shook her head.
“You know that’s not true” She breathed. He shook his head. He did but he wasn’t admitting it.
“I don’t maybe it is!” He yelled.
“Maybe you’re just an insecure asshole!”
“Maybe we should just break up!”
-
After the end of all this, she realized that she was never scared of falling in love. How could one be? Falling in love is amazing. She knows first hand. Yeah it’s scary at first, but to love truly by another human being is worth it being scary.
No, she wasn’t afraid of falling in love. She was afraid of falling in love and then losing it. She was terrified to get hurt. To lose him. Because nothing else matter if she had him.
If she had him, everything was okay. When she lost him, what was the point?
Reading any love story. Watching any movies. What was the point?
Because she had fallen in love, and she lost it. She lost him. The blood curdling, heart clenching, falling at 100 miles per hour terrifying love. and now it was gone. Ripped away from her like it never belonged to her.
It wasn’t fair.
But I guess love never is.
Days went by by and she didn’t eat, she didn’t sleep, she couldn’t breathe without him. She thought the books that wrote about this type of pain were exaggerating. They weren’t. Simple enough they weren’t.
The science books running through her brain. It was just a chemical feeling. The emotions, you can control them. But you couldn’t. You can’t.
Science can’t take away this type of pain. This isn’t the type of that you can explain or type out into words. It’s the most excruciating type of pain one who’s been in love can feel. And the only person who can make I better is the one that hurt you.
The day of silence after was the worst part. All day she waited by her phone all day, her door all day. Silence. Dead silence.
The amount of times she reached for the phone or grabbed her keys to go to his house, but stopped herself. She couldn’t. He wanted it. And she loved him. She would embarrassingly do anything he asked of her. And he didn’t want her. So that’s what he got. Because she loved him, and it was killing her.
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“Give her time, she will come to you” Chris pushed Matt back as he charged at him. “No she won’t you—you don’t know her-“ he cried looking at his brother. Nick and Chris looked at each other they’ve never seen their brother like this before. They didn’t know what to do.
“Our one year is tomorrow and—and—“ He choked. “No it’s not yall broke up” Chris shook his head. Matt’s heart clenched. No we didn’t. His mind raised. It’s not over me for. It will never be over for me.
“What are you gonna say huh? You have to think of something better than I’m sorry. You can’t just say I’m sorry” Nick shook his head at Matt. Matt gripped his hair shaking his head. He didn’t know what to do. He just wanted to go back. If he could just go back, he could fix everything. Take it all back. Not say those harsh words.
He hated himself for hurting her. It was eating him alive.
Then it clicked. It all clicked.
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She hadn’t been going to classes and she definitely wasn’t going today. It was their one year. Well suppose to be there one year. If everything didn’t happen. If she didn’t start something that he finished. If she just didn’t say those things to him, just didn’t say anything. She would still be happy. He would still be in love.
She turned over on her bed falling into the groups of book by her bed that she had laid out. But no, science couldn’t fix this. She wasn’t even sure she could fix this. All she knew was that she just wanted to rip her heart out of her chest, that would hurt less than this.
She swallowed and sat up. She felt dizzy. When was the last time I drank some water? She thought. She reached over to her desk and grabbed a water fumbling with the cap and spilling it all over her. She sighed standing up and pulling her shirt over her head.
She didn’t even look herself in the mirror. She couldn’t. She pulled out one of Matt’s shirt before she decided she’s tortured herself enough and just throwing on an old tshirt of her own.
There was a knock at the door. She turned her head. No. It’s not him. She thought. It’s probably just your mother, asking you why you’re not showing up to classes. Something you’ve prided yourself in, your schoolwork and it was all slipping behind.
It wasn’t fair. Going through this. And he hasn’t even called. She teared but before she heard the knock again. She turned before walking out of her room and down the steps. She sighed before opening the door.
Matt stood there staring down at her. Tears in his eyes. She looked up at him. Her heart clenched. She didn’t know what to do. She stood frozen. She shook her head slightly.
“Y/n. Listen to me just listen—“ he said placing his hand on the door. She blinked at him. “Or don’t listen, just read” He said handing her the book she gave him so long ago.
The language of birds
She looked up at him. “If lost return to y/n right?” He breathed. She sighed looking down at the book opening it and a note slipped out of it and towards her foot. She furrowed her eyebrows and picked it up opening the note.
Y/n,
I know you’re a big reader and oh is that one of the many things I love about the person I love. I’m not good a words, as you have seen many times. So instead of saying it i wrote it. You taught me about these birds who are torn away from the king, on their own in unmarked territories and they are terrified. I know what you’re thinking, that’s us right now, apart from one another. But no. That’s not the ending I want or the ending you deserve.
You are the bird, you have always been the bird. You learned how to fly before anyone else and you’re the one who stands up. You fly away into unmarked territory that terrifies you, love. You fell in love first and I fell harder. You were terrified but fell into me even though you were scared. You trust me. You have my your heart and that’s the bravest and scariest thing you could have done, I know that. You’re flying back to the king because you want what’s comfortable, writing off love as your fear forever. But I’m begging you please stay, don’t fly back to the king. I need you hear with me. I always have and I always will.
I’m changing the ending to this stupid bird story and I’m not letting you fly away.
Y/n, you are my everything and I’m an idiot. I’ll always be an idiot, but I will never for as long as I love you the rest of my life will I ever make you feel like I don’t love you again. I love you so much. You are my bird.
please.
Tears flooded her eyes before she was even done with the note. She folded it and put it back into the book holding it close to her chest. He waited for her to finish. His heart beating out of his chest.
All that was running through his head was please please please.
She looked up at him. He watched her.
“I’ve always hated that ending to that book” She smiled as tears fell from her eyes. He sighed smiling.
“My baby” he sighed as he wrapped her arms around her as she hugged him, slightly crying against him.
“My bird” He whispered against the girl he loved so so much.
So maybe love wasn’t a simple as the books or movies. But in the end she knew, it was worth fighting for, even if it wasn’t pretty. But then again
Love never is
holyy okay this took all day to write but its my favorite thing ive ever wrote hope you love it❤️
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hiiiii i would love to request a texts + scenarios where reader is dealing with things whether it be stress or sadness and tends to shy away from opening up so they won’t answer their texts for a while or try not to seem sad through texts but enha bf knows so they come over and maybe it ends from a text from reader thanking them for being there and yeah just more comfort 😭😭
1-800-143 - enhypen comfort texts + scenarios
a/n: hiii i hope you’re doing okay :( i did something similar here HOWEVER it’s really old and outdated so i made you a new one 🫶 i hope you like it
warnings- talk about insecurities, stress, food struggle mention, etc. nothing insanely graphic or triggering though
MASTERLIST
jungwon-
you looked up from your phone to see jungwon walking towards you. it was embarrassing enough to sit there in a hot apartment in a hoodie. the other members had their respective partners over for a game night and you felt insecure.
“y/nnnnn!!!” jungwon grabbed your hands and made you stand. you followed him into his room and watched as he closed the door behind you.
“are you feeling okay?” he put his hand on your head, “you feel warm baby let me get you a t shir-“
“no thank you…. i like my hoodie and your shirts are kinda thin.” you mumbled and sat down, “i don’t want to show any part of my body right now…” you mumbled thinking jungwon didn’t hear you. but he did. he sat next to you and grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it.
“it’s okay if you feel insecure right now, if you want to keep the hoodie on i will turn the air up. i’d never make you go out of your comfort zone. just know i love you and i think you’re the most attractive person ever.” he brushed some hair out of your face and smiled. you leaned into him and tried not to cry.
“i love you a lot jungwon…”
“i love you too y/n…”
heeseung-
heeseung burst in the room, “I MADE PIZZA Y/N! PLEASE DO NOT BE NAKED!” when he noted his surroundings he saw you in bed on your phone. heeseung frowned.
“didn’t you get my texts?”
you looked up, hair messy and blanket covering most of you, “no…?” your eyes were puffy and heeseungs heart broke a bit. he took off the apron and got under the covers with you.
“what’s up?” he spoke softly, grabbing your phone and setting it down.
“i don’t know… i’m just struggling a bit today…” you felt your eyes weld up with tears again and heeseung pulled you closer to him.
“i get it trust me…” he mumbled, “do you think you can eat?”
you shrugged, “i can try…”
heeseung nodded and scooped you up, “i’ll carry you.”
you nodded and leaned into him, your body was exhausted and drained for no reason and you felt awful heeseung had to take care of you like this. he set you down at the table and slid your plate over to you.
“i hope you like it… i worked hard on it…”
you looked up at heeseung to see him nervously eyeing the food, it was cute that he tried really hard to make you a nice dinner. the scene made you smile for the first time in a week.
jay-
jay stopped off at every store you liked to pick you up different snacks and easy meals. he got used to your episodes like this really quickly, they didn’t happen often but he took note everytime they did so he could be prepared. jay follows almost a step by step in his head. when he knocked he went to walk away knowing you need space but to his surprise you hugged him. you hugged him so tightly. it took jay a bit to process you hugging him.
“are you okay?”
“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry i don’t deserve you.” your hands held onto him tightly.
jay held you so softly, and got you both back inside. he held you until you calmed down.
“i love you a lot. and you do deserve me, just because life gets tough sometimes that doesn’t mean i’m going anywhere okay?”
jake-
jake is not an idiot. he knew you were bad at texting when you had episodes. so he was going to take matters into his own hands, and about 30 minutes later he was knocking at your door. you answered, rightfully pissed. but there jake was standing with a smile on his face shoving the lego box in your face.
“hi baby! look!”
you deadpanned at him, “do you not check your phone?”
“um not when my baby needs me.” he picked up the takeout he must’ve picked on the way here. he got past you and sat down at the kitchen table. it was really hard to stay angry at the world when jake sim was practically bouncing in his chair about this lego set.
“i got your favorite takeout and i’ll let you have the iron man lego figure.” jake looked up at you, he did not miss the way your lips slowly curve in a smile.
sunghoon-
sunghoon as he said was still new at being a boyfriend and so this raised all the red flags. you were acting different and to be honest on his way over to your house, his hands were sweating BADLY. he took a deep breath and rang your doorbell, you answered quickly and let him in.
“sooooo um……. y/n are you okay….?” sunghoon asked quietly.
no one had asked if you had been okay in a bit and so that question made you break down immediately.
“baby…” sunghoon walked over to you and pulled you in his arms. he rubbed your back softly.
“just let it out okay? i’m here i’m right here.”
you nodded and tried to breathe properly again, “i’m sorry for trying to push you away.”
“it’s okay baby i’m here anyways….”
you looked up at him, “if this was a boyfriend test you would’ve passed.”
sunoo-
you were sleeping after a really rough day. you had cried yourself asleep and had a headache prior to that. you had fallen asleep also watching the awards show.
“Y/N?!”
you jumped up at the sound of your boyfriends voice now in your apartment.
“huh?!”
sunoo ran over to you on the couch, “i thought you were like dead or something! baby you weren’t answering.” he frowned and looked at you all bundled up. you blinked slowly looking at him.
“i’m sorry i just had a rough day and fell asleep…” you mumbled, spaced out.
“oh.” sunoo frowned again and sat down next to you, “do you want water? or anything?” he held you closer to him.
“can you just hold me for a bit?” you asked quietly.
sunoo nodded and kissed your head, “anything for you.”
riki-
you were already in a sour mood towards people, it wasn’t anything anyone specific did it was just how you felt at this moment. obviously you felt bad after snapping at riki but you just waited until he showed up to apologize to him.
he arrived really quickly and set bags on your counter, “i know when you get into moods like this you don’t want takeout. so i picked up groceries and tea.” he looked at you, “do you want to talk about it? or are you going to sit there quietly while i do the work? it’s okay if it’s the second option i don’t mind.”
and it was true, riki didn’t mind taking care of you at all. in fact he liked that he was able to.
you studied his face and suddenly felt REALLY bad.
“i-i’m- i’m sorry for snapping at you…. i didn’t mean to and i know you- you really try to take care of me and i’m sorry.” you looked down and heard riki sigh before he pulled you softly in front of him and hugged you from behind.
“i know you didn’t mean to. and i know it’s really hard sometimes to do basic human things. i get it okay? just please talk to me about this stuff…”
you flipped around and hugged him properly, “thank you…”
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summary: you’re having a hard time getting off, matt offers a solution
warnings: THIS IS SMUT, but there’s nothing crazy, this is pretty long tho
when i broke up with my boyfriend, i knew it’d be hard, knew it would take a while to get over him. what i didn’t expect was how much i missed him sexually. the whole time we were together i didn’t masturbate, i didn’t need to, if i was horny i just went to his house and he helped me. this leads me to where i am now, desperately trying to get off after almost two years of not touching myself. i tried everything, watched porn, read books, even bought like four different toys and nothing could get me over the edge.
i had just finished watching a pretty steamy movie with my roommates, three triplet brothers. i suggested the movie, not realizing how much sex was in it, the boys didn’t seem to mind too much. chris was on his phone, his head snapping up every time he heard a chick moan. nick had his headphones in watching tiktoks but matt was actually very invested in the movie. at the beginning, he was playing clash of clans on his phone but quickly got distracted by the movie and just kept watching. after the movie ended, matt was the only one paying attention. “im gonna go take a nap” i said, trying to sound as tired as possible. he just looked up at me, smiling and nodding as i walked away.
i figured now would be as good a time as any to try again so i got set up. got myself a water, grabbed my lube and various toys from my closet and pulled up pornhub on my laptop. i know porn rots your brain or whatever but at this point i didn’t care anymore. i grabbed my airpods off my bedside table and put one in my ear, so the boys couldn’t hear the porn but i could still hear them. setting up, i played one of the first videos i saw on pornhub, having no idea what to even search for, hit play and pulled my blanket over my legs, seeing as i had no pants on i was kinda cold.
while looking for toys, i stumbled across something called a wand, it had pretty good reviews so i caved and spent the hundred bucks on it. i plugged it into the power strip next to my bed and turned it on, it was loud but i figured the boys were doing their own things so whatever. i squirted the tiniest bit of lube on it, i was already pretty wet from the movie and i hated the greasy feeling of the lube. i flipped the switch and got to work, or at least i tried to. i was doing pretty good, the wand felt awesome and i felt myself getting close but it would just disappear out of nowhere. after inadvertently edging myself three times, i was basically crying. being so frustrated i threw the wand across the room, pulling it out of its socket. i pulled my knees to my chest, sobbing into them. seconds later, my door flung open, matt appearing behind it.
“y/n! is everything oka-“ he paused, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him, closing the door behind him.
“what’s happening? what is all this?” he gestured to my bed, moving closer. i didn’t speak or move, i just kept sobbing, hoping this was all some bad dream i would wake up from any second. i felt my bed shift from matt sitting down next to me. he placed a hand on my back,
“y/n?”. i just leaned into him, crying some more while he wrapped both his arms around me, still hugging my legs with a blanket still covering my lower half.
“hey, hey, you’re okay, what happened?” i figured there was no point in lying to him, he had already seen everything.
“i can’t come, i haven’t in gotten off in weeks” i said, my sobbing becoming more intense from the embarrassment of having said this out loud.
“don’t cry sweet girl, you’re okay, take a deep breath with me” he lifted my chin to look at him, taking a deep breath in through his mouth and slowly letting it out through his nose, i copied him, repeating it a few times before i could form coherent sentences.
“there you go, you’re okay. do you wanna tell me what’s happening?” he asked sweetly, making sure that i knew i didn’t have to tell him anything if i didn’t want to.
“i haven’t gotten off since i broke up w y/e/n, i can’t seem to do it myself, and as you can see,” i gestured to all the items on my bed “i’ve tried everything.” he stayed quiet for a second, obviously having no idea what to say.
“im so sorry y/n” he said finally , pulling me into a hug.
“it’s okay, thanks for listening to me cry” i chuckled out, trying to diffuse the tension.
“i uh have a suggestion, if you’d like to hear it…” i nodded against his chest, willing to try almost anything at this point.
“i could um try and help you” i pulled away from him, searching his face for any sign that he was fucking with me. his face was dead serious, concerned, with a slight ting of red on his cheeks.
“really? uh how?” i asked, knowing what he meant but wanting to make sure we were on the same page.
“well, i could finger you or eat you out? whatever you want really, whatever you think will help”
“are you sure? that’s a big ask”
“you didn’t ask, i offered. but only if you want to, if you don’t i’ll go and we can pretend this didn’t happen”
“no!” i said, louder and whinier than i meant to, “i mean um if you don’t mind”
“i don’t mind at all” he said as his eyes glanced down at my lips, letting his eyes move down my body to where the blanket was. he got up, moving around to the other side of my bed, picking up my laptop, closing it and setting it on my bedside table.
“ matt?”
“yes angel?”
“can you uh can we like maybe um-“
“words baby”
“can you kiss me?” a small smirk grew on his face.
he walked back around to the side of the bed i was on, standing in front of me he held my face in his hands, leaning over to place a small kiss on my lips, pulling away briefly before kissing me again this time pushing me back to lay on the bed. he hovered over me before settling down in between my legs, whimpering as i felt his bulge rub my clit between the blanket. he continued to kiss me gently before pulling away with my bottom lip in between his teeth. he smiled at me before grabbing my face, turning my head to give him better access to my neck. he started with light kisses, making me shiver before he started to suck a little bit, unfortunately not enough to leave marks. he then bit where he had been sucking before, licking the same spot causing me to whine. he came up, pressing another kiss to my lips before looking down at the blanket.
“can i take this off?” i nodded quickly. he pulled the blanket off exposing my bare pussy. he lifted my sweater slightly, placing kisses down the valley in between my breasts, moving down to my stomach. he let his knees fall to the ground, now sitting at the end of the bed. he wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me down toward him. i gasped at the sudden movement, looking down to see his piercing blue eyes staring straight back at me. he began kissing the insides of my thighs, not for too long, knowing how much i needed this. he looked at my pussy, glistening from all the attention, seemingly entranced.
“matt?” bringing him out of his trance
“sorry, you’re just so pretty” i blushed at the compliment. he leaned down, pressing a light kiss to my clit before licking a stripe up my folds making me let out a low moan. i could feel him smile against me as he continued to eat me out, my moans growing louder as he got more into it. lost in my pleasure, i felt something proding at my entrance before pushing in.
“oh fuck matt” i managed to whine out.
he began fucking into me with his finger while still sucking on my clit. it felt unreal but i still needed more.
“matt more please” i begged. lucky for me, he understood what i meant, adding another finger, making me let out a loud groan. i reached my hand down, searching for anything to grab onto. matt noticed, interlacing his fingers with mine. with another thrust of his fingers, he brushed my g spot, making me squeeze his hand.
“oh my god matt do that again please” he did as i asked repeating the motion, my moans growing louder.
“matt please don’t stop im so close please” i begged, grinding my pussy against his face trying to gain more friction. he held my thighs down, trying to keep me still so he could get me over the edge.
“fuck i’m gonna cum please don’t stop please please” i begged, babbling whatever words would come out of my mouth, not caring how i sounded. with a few more pumps of his fingers i came completely undone, my thighs shaking from the pleasure i hadn’t experienced in weeks. he continued eating me gently through my orgasm before coming back up to my face, kissing me. i could taste myself on his lips and it was intoxicating.
“better?”
“a little”
“a little??” surprised after my relatively intense orgasm
“matt” he looked at my inquisitively, searching my face for what i would say next.
“can you fuck me , please?”
“want my cock inside you princess ?” he said lifting his shirt over his head.
i nodded but i should’ve known better. he tilted his head to the side, giving me a look.
“you need to use your words baby, i can’t read minds” he reminded me
“ need you inside me please”
“so polite, sweetheart” he cooed, undoing his belt, completely mesmerizing me. he pulled his pants down, leaving him in just his boxers as he went to crawl on top of me.
“no, take those off too” i demanded, desperate to see all of him.
“so needy” he complied, letting his boxers hit the floor. i wasn’t surprised, i knew matt wasn’t small. i smiled excitedly, ready to just have him inside me. he reached both his hands out to me motioning for me to grab them. he pulled me up before grabbing the hem of my sweatshirt and pulling it over my head. he leaned down, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing me. i wrapped my legs around his hips as i deepened the kiss, trying to get as close to him as possible. with his arms around my waist and my legs around his hips, he lifted me up before sitting where i had been before. he placed me on his lap gently, both of us groaning, him feeling my wetness spread down his cock, me feeling his cock against my clit.
“can you ride me angel?” he said pulling away from my lips slightly, planting them firmly back after he asked. i just nodded into the kiss, needing him so desperately. he pulled away from the kiss, taking one of his arms off my waist, bringing his hand up to my mouth. he gently pressed his index and middle finger into my mouth.
“get my hand wet baby” i sucked on his fingers for a bit before he decided they were wet enough but when he pulled his fingers out i grabbed his wrist, keeping his hand near my face. i licked above where my hand grasped his wrist, all the way up to his fingertips. his pupils dilated in an instant, i could barely see any blue, his eyes fully black with lust. he brought his hand down and stroked himself a few times before lifting me slightly off his lap, lining himself up. he looked at me, making sure he saw no discomfort in my face. i gave him a small smile before sinking onto his cock. he held my hips as my arms flung around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder. he guided me down, making sure not to rush me. i finally bottomed out and let out a big breathe. i sat there momentarily, enjoying how full i felt. i lifted my head from him, kissing him before pushing up on my knees, coming off his cock slightly before going back down. he let out a groan, and with his hands still on my ass helped me ride him, lifting me off him and helping me sink back down. after a little bit of this i could feel my legs getting sore, i didn’t say anything, feeling bad that i was too tired to ride him. despite me not telling him, matt noticed. he quickly flipped us over, him now on top of me, giving my legs a much needed break.
“did you get tired baby?”
i nodded, hoping that would be enough of a response for him.
“that’s okay, wanted me to take control?”
i whined at his words, grabbing his face pulling his lips to mine. he began to pound into me at an ungodly pace and i dragged my nails along his back, making him groan into the kiss. i disconnected our lips briefly.
“you feel so good, so deep inside me” i whispered against his lips. apparently he liked that as he reconnected our lips and started fucking me so hard i saw stars. i began to essentially scream into the kiss. he pulled away, “you sound so good for me sweetheart”
“matt i’m so close c-can i hnng” i struggled to finish my sentence.
“go ahead baby, wanna feel you cum on me”
with his permission, i let go, my legs began shaking as i let out the loudest moan that’s ever passed my lips
“fuck baby you look so good, can i cum inside you?”
“fuck, pLEASE” i croaked out, becoming overstimulated.
his thrusts became sloppier and he slowed down as he released inside me, completely filling me up. he pumped into me a few more times before pulling out.
“are you okay sweet girl?” he asked, concerned as my eyes were half lidded and fluttering open and shut.
“mhm” i responded, only able to mumble and whine.
“cmon let’s get you cleaned up” he lifted me bridal style, carrying me to my bathroom, setting me down on the toilet.
“go pee baby” he ordered as he made his way back into my room to clean up a little. after i peed i sat on the toilet, elbows propped up on my knees with my head in my hands. i heard matt’s footsteps as he made his way back into the bathroom, holding a t-shirt, underwear and your favorite pajama pants.
“can you walk?” he asked, sounding worried despite his smirk on his face, proud of how good he made me feel.
“maybe?” he reached out his hand for me to grab, helping me off the toilet. at first, my legs felt like i had no bones in them but i was able to stand after a few seconds. i slipped the shirt over my head before holding onto him to put on my underwear and pants. he walked me into my room, helping me into bed before handing me an unopened water bottle.
“drink this” he ordered, as he walked toward the door.
“are you leaving ?” the thought of him leaving after all that made me want to sob.
“course not baby, just turning off the lights” he said flicking off the light before returning to the bed, crawling under the blankets. he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close before giving me a sweet kiss on the back of my neck.
“thank you matt” i said, intertwining my fingers in his.
“anything for you my love” pulling me closer if even possible.
A/N: hi, thanks for reading my first full fic :) i want feedback! constructive criticism is appreciated (just don’t be mean) also idk if the peeing thing is weird, i think it’s kinda cute so 🤷♀️
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her precious angel
request: Maybe a Velvette x reader fic where the reader is a fallen angel that helped Charlie out during the extermination but ended up losing one of their wings and now Velvette is just taking care of the reader?👀 this might be too much to ask but it's a fun idea and I suck at writing fics😭 but if you do end up doing it I will be very thankful :3
(from @kimmyisachiisaiakuma)
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summary: *ask*
warnings: NOT PROPF READ probably ooc velvette, valentino not being a dick for the first time in his live, i’m not entirely sure if you can count it as angst but i guess a lot of crying-ish stuff??
notes: i’m still so fucking mad about this one like?? the amount of nerves i’ve wasted on this, tumblr💀 but anyway, it’s shorter than normally but i guess i like how it turned out anyway? i mean- it was hard with motivation yesterday/today but i managed to write it anyway so hurray! also i enjoyed writing lute as a bad guy a bit too much💀
requests: open!!
it was all happening so fast. the whole battle for the hotel was supposed to go differently as none of you were prepared for alastor’s shield to go down so quickly. everyone was trying their best at fighting angels but it turned out to be easier said than done. angel and husk were fighting angels on the ground alongside charlie and vaggie while you were flying in the air trying to stop as many of your past sisters as you could. angelic weapons swinging right and left making many of the exterminators fall down to the ground lifeless.
as the battle went on, you noticed adam fighting with alastor and almost fully killing him. you turned your head to him noticing him just disappearing and squinted your face not understanding were he went to. just as you turned your head again, you saw lute flying at you at a high speed with her sword in her hands. not being able to do anything else you just used one of you wings to shield yourself so her weapon wouldn’t hurt you that badly. you groaned in pain when the sharp tip pushed into your wing and opened it immediately trying to push it away. lute took it away and grabbed your shoulders flying straight onto the roof of the hotel.
both of you hit the ground, your body obviously being the one that actually hit the ground. glass was scattered around you two as lute got up and pointed her spear at you.
“pathetic” she said moving the spear to your neck as you were laying on the ground. you grunted, your wings flapping against the roof. she chuckled. “i can’t believe you were one of us. you’re even worse than sinners now” she continued making the spear slit your throat so blood started to run down it. “can’t even protect herself and trying to be a hero for this stupid hotel” she shook her head and took the spear away. “i’ll make you fucking regret it” she added through clenched teeth and before you could react she grabbed your shoulders again pushing you onto the window, making it break and making you fall down into the hotel. the whole scene looked rather poetic, but you weren’t in a state to notice that.
when your body hit the ground again, this time the ground being the hotel’s hall lute flew straight in through the window she just broke with your body. noticing her your grabbed your throat with one hand and get up by the bar’s counter so you were standing up again. lute landed right before you, haterance filling her eyes.
“i’m better than any of you” you said holding your throat still so you wouldn’t bleed out. lute laughed loudly and pushed her spear into the ground.
“don’t be ridiculous” she said walking over to you and pushing you onto the counter of the bar you used to stable yourself. “we are doing the god’s work, making hell’s population bearable and you think you are better?” she asked pushing your hand away and squishing your throat with both of her hands. you wondered for a second if she was trying to keep you alive or make you bleed more by doing so. “you were an honour to have in our ranks. and you became this?” she asked taking her hands away and making your throat bleed more than before. you knew now. “pathetic is too soft of a word” she scoffed and walked over to her spear again. you tried getting up but the amount of blood you lost made your body too weak while also causing white spots to appear on your vision.
“what a bitch!” yelled velvette watching the whole fight with vox and valentino. her hands gripped the phone she was watching it on almost breaking it in half.
“calm down velvette,-“ vox started saying but velvette send him a murder glare at which he rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut.
“i’m going to fucking kill any angel i see in my way!” she yelled again throwing the phone into the couch and hiding her face inside her hands. both vox and valentino shared a glare of confusion and surprise.
“babydoll,” valentino started and sit down next to her on the couch purring one of his hands on her shoulder looking at vox still confused if what he’s doing is what he should be doing. “i’m pretty sure she’s going to be okay” he added and stroked her shoulder gently looking down at her hidden face. “you know her, you know how feisty she is” he said with a small chuckle at the end but when he heard velvette’s small sob his smile immediately dropped.
“i don’t want to loose her” she whispered hiding her face even more in her hands. valentino looked at vox again yet this time he was fully concentrated at the fight that was playing at their tv. valentino rolled his eyes and took velvette on his lap.
“doll” he said taking her hands away from her face noticing her smudged eyeliner. “she’s gonna be okay for sure” he said wiping her tears and flowing down make up. “she knows she has to hold on, she has someone to do it for, tesoro” he said with another small chuckle making velvette stop crying.
“i just…” she groaned and got up from his lap walking in a small circle thinking about her next words. “she should’ve been here with us. not there fighting” she said scoffing and wiping her own face. valentino got more comfortable on the couch while watching her and took a drag from his cigarette.
“she’s too stubborn for that. from all your stories about her, she wouldn’t bare watching her friends dying for her not to die with them” he said and shrugged velvette killing him with her eyes. “i’m not saying they’ll die, it was just a metaphor” he rolled his eyes taking another drag. velvette scoffed and grabbed her phone, walking to her room and shutting the door behind her.
lute grabbed her spear again and walked over to you grabbing you by the hair and pushing you off the counter, making you hit the ground once again. you groaned but couldn’t do anything about it as she just simply laughed at you. she let go of your hair and pushed the spear into one of your wings making you scream in pain as your hands tried gripping your throat to stop it from bleeding out. lute smirked maniacally and moved the spear around in your wing, making a lot of your feathers become yellow from your blood. you tried pushing her away with your other wing but she simply grabbed it in her other hand and held in place. lute moved her spear more cutting your wing almost fully from your body and enjoying the sound of your screams as she watched the whole thing. she licked her lips and made the last cut on your wing making it barely handing onto your back she smirked and chuckled at you. “now at lest you look similar to your personality. ruined” she huffed and grabbed her spear taking it away from your wing and flying up leaving you all alone in the ruined hotel’s hall. you wanted to get up, chase her make her regret it all but you weren’t able to. the only thing you could do was close your eyes and pray for someone to help you or for a quick second death to come.
the first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was the amount of the color pink around you. you wanted to sit up but the immaculate pain going through your body made it unable to do so. you just laid there and looked around noticing you were laying in velvette’s bed, in her room. you thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open.
“oh dear, you’re awake!” exclaimed velvette walking into the room and rushing to your side. “i’m so glad you’re okay” she said looking at you with worry in her eyes. you looked back at her confusion on your face as you tried to sit up again but the pain stopped you once again. you whined in pain and velvette’s eyes got even more soft.
“what happened?” you asked your voice a lot more husky than normally. velvette sighed softly taking one of your hands into her.
“i…” she started but stopped immediately trying to stop the tears coming into her eyes. “you fought the angels” she explained and sighed once again looking at your whole silhouette.
“did we loose?” you asked interrupting her looking scared at her. she chuckled softly at your reaction and sighed once again stroking your hand gently.
“quite the opposite, darling” she said and looked at you with a sad smile. “you won, but at what cost” she added and looked away from you trying so hard not to cry. velvette gripped your hand with hers and took a deep breath.
“at what cost? what you mean? did someone die? how did i even got here?” you asked all at once being more and more confused with every second passing. velvette chuckled dryly at your words and shook her head a bit.
“i… after the battle was done, i rushed to the hotel for you and… did everything in my power to escort you here with less damage i could” she explained and tears started to fill her eyes fully this time, she looked away from you gripping your hand with hers once again. “i’m so, so sorry” she said letting out a sob from her mouth.
you looked at her confused and scared again, not understanding why she was apologising as your eyes slowly went from her face to your interlocked hands and then your bandaged back. your eyes widened a bit and then the pain you felt finally placed itself in your back. you looked terrified at the bandages trying to move your ‘wings’ around brining yourself even more pain as only one of them flattered around a bit.
“i’m so fucking sorry, darling” said velvette seeing the information getting to you. “i- i literally tried everything but… i couldn’t do much more to keep both of your wings connected to your body” she explained and started sobbing more, moving herself closer to you, leaning her forehead against your shoulder. “i’m so so so fucking sorry” she sobbed even more, wetting your bandaged shoulder. you felt tears coming into your eyes as well as you closed them shut and felt your breathing becoming faster and shorter.
“i’ve-“ you started but a sob interrupted you as velvette moved away from your shoulder. “i’ve lost my wing?!” you asked in a whine looking at her terrified and full of hate, not for her of course, but for everything else. you sat up slowly, not giving a single thought to the pain you were feeling.
“doll, i’m-“ velvette started and moved her head so her forehead was connected with yours, her eyes closed. “i’m… i’m gonna kill that bitch if i ever see her” she said and gritted her teeth sighing deeply, tears still strimming down her face.
you let out another whine, moving your head away from hers as you looked at your bandaged back. you moved your resting wing flattering it, not even caring about the pain as the adrenaline of loosing something so important got to you. you tried flying up a bit, obviously not being able to as another whine left your mouth alongside with many sobs. “how could she?!” you yelled, tears falling down your cheeks as your voice could probably be heard on the streets in the pentragram city.
velvette sobbed with you, moving even closer so she was now laying down with you on the bed trying to cling up to you while causing you as little pain as she could. “i’m so, so, so, so, so, sorry- literally, so sorry-“ she started repeating herself crying even more, as she was now cuddled up to you.
you continued screaming in pain and haterance as your remaining wing moved in place, adjusting to the emotions you were feeling. you wanted to scream and shout and just break anything that would stand in your way, but the worst part was that you even couldn’t do that. the battle exhausted you and that lost wing definitely didn’t help the case. you tried to control your breathing, trying not to hyperventilate as you utter a soft whisper. “it’s not your fault, velvette”
velvette grabbed both of your hands with one of her again, as her other one grabbed your cheek softly and started stroking it, her crying didn’t stop as well. “i’ll make her regret it” she said in between sobs looking you deep into eyes, making sure you understood the meaning of her words. your breathing calmed down a bit after a moment as you just started into her eyes. you let out w deep sigh still feeling like you might just break down any second now. she kept on stroking your cheek not taking her eyes away from yours. you closed your eyes finally, cuddling up into her hand more looking for any comfort. she smiled sadly at your and closed her eyes as well enjoying the sudden comfort between the two of you.
“you won’t take that pleasure away from me” you said and opened your eyes looking at her face, the corners of your lips going just so slightly up. velvette opened her eyes as well looking a bit out of place at the sudden sound of you voice but as soon as she understood what you said she smiled as best as she could at you.
“that bitch won’t even know what got her” she said and chuckled dryly, her fingers still stroking your cheek. you let out a deep sigh at her words and looked sadly into her eyes again. velvette sighed as well, just starring into your eyes. “you’re the most important to me in the whole hell, or world” she said suddenly, her voice a bit louder than a whisper. your eyes widened at her sudden confession but that didn’t stop your cheeks from blushing just a bit. you slowly moved your remaining wing, wrapping it around the two of you in a some sort of hug as velvette kept on touching your face.
“and to me, the world doesn’t exist without you-” you said as velvette tilted her head slightly. “-cause you are my world” you finished your sentence and velvette looked away from your face, feeling her cheeks reddening up as she gently grabbed the wing wrapped around her and put it onto her face not wanting you to see her blushing. you chuckled despite feeling the tears still on your cheeks, as you moved the wing away from her face not letting her hide anymore. she still didn’t look at you as you could easily notice the reddish color on her face. you moved your hand to her face this time, brining her closer to you once again, resting your forehead against hers.
velvette moved her head up slightly, so that your lips would touch but not just fully connect yet. she smiled to you, feeling the salty taste at your lips from previous tears as she moved her head once again, this time connecting both of your lips in a sweet and probably the most gentle kiss, the two of you have ever shared.
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dating canon!rafe…
warnings: mentions of aggression, mental health issues, swearing, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, and sexual themes. please seek help if you or someone you know is struggling.
you two met a kegger, and his deep blue eyes drew you in immediately
he was drawn to your body and looks for the most part. he truly believed you would be a cute little accessory on his arm, someone he could manipulate and use
he was high off of cocaine when he approached you, seeming completely out of it
but he was so persistent on taking you out, you accepted the kook prince’s advance
on the first date he was very touchy
he would touch your hips, thighs, arms
you didn’t really mind though, because it’d been awhile since you got laid and rafe was one of, if not the most attractive man on the island
you’d heard plenty of rumors and stories about the Cameron family, but didn’t really pay attention
you two slept together on the first date.
and then it became a regular thing. he would hit you up in the early hours of the morning, and every time you would go.
and he was an amazing fuck, so you didn’t really mind, but when you realized that all he cared about was your looks you freaked out on him
“don’t call me! don’t fucking text me, dick head!”
“oh save it, bitch!”
it took a couple weeks… until Rafe showed up at your house unannounced
you had your shirt taken off, another man kissing down your chest when Rafe literally busted the door down
he literally almost killed the guy. multiple punches thrown, kicks, and broken bones.
“get the fuck out, you worthless piece of shit! look at her again and i’ll kill you!”
that was the first time you’d really seen anyone have pure rage, and it scared you
Rafe finally asked you to be his girlfriend, and knew that you were scared to decline
a few months in, you met Ward, Rose, Wheezie, and Sarah. but it was very brief, as Rafe secretly didn’t want his family to ruin you
while at first he saw you as someone to benefit from, he started caring more and more about you
he would constantly need to know where you were. your location, who you’re with, etc.
if he finds out you lied he gets pissed
but the sex after is like….. meow
when all the pressure around getting the cross gets too much, and all the drama w his dad, he would get colder with you
like stop responding to your messages and just basically become distant
he would smoke and drink a lot to try to contain his emotions
but one night you showed up to Tannyhill unannounced and saw Rafe crying
his dad had basically just told him to “man up” for expressing that he isn’t okay mentally
and you were fucking pissed
your first thought was to show Ward Cameron your two fists, but you realized how bad Rafe was
for the first time ever, Rafe broke down in your arms
“i try so hard… i’ll never be one of his precious daughters. and it- it fucks me up. i’m not okay, y/n.”
“i know, Rafe. i’m here, okay? i’m here to help you.”
you held him all night while he sobbed, and the emotional side you saw to him made you reevaluate yourself
while you knew how fucking toxic he was- you couldn’t help but grow to love him
there were some moments where he was sweet. he would buy you flowers, gifts, shower you with affection
but then he would grow distant
you had a strong suspicion he was a sociopath, but you knew he was struggling
so you stayed. and every time you stayed
he only had gotten physical with you once. you were shouting rude things about his dad and he grabbed you roughly, his eyes full of rage
that was the first time you truly were scared of him, and he knew it
“Rafe-“
he would glare at you momentarily, then realize what he was doing and let you go
the next day he would bring you breakfast
he began to fall in love with you when he saw you with your little cousin
seeing how nurturing you were with your cousin made him realize how truly lucky he was to be with you, even through all the shit he’s put you in
so basically… rafe is toxic af but he kinda cares so
yes, i would marry you rafe. thank you. bye.
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Orange tree
Sanji x gardener!reader
Warnings: Pure fluff but talk about hurt a bit, I used the expression killing itself once, fem reader
Word count: 1,140 words
Summary: In which Sanji finds you looking at orange trees, from the series of reader with earth powers but can be read as a stand alone
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You had been gone most of the day, and of course the first one to notice this was Sanji, he had hurried with cleaning the kitchen just so he could see what the hell were you up to.
Of course he knew where to find you, down in the garden.
He walked between the tress and the plants, he smiled fondly because he could really see your hard work, all the plants looked so alive and happy, he could touch the care and love you had put into all of this garden.
And there you were, sitting in front of one of Nami’s orange trees, but almost out of sight because you were lost between the oranges, sitting in a corner.
“There you are sunlight” Sanji said very softly to not scare you away, you turned to him with a smile- “Oh hey!”
You stared an each other as the cook searched your face, as if looking for a trace of what were you doing by yourself. You patted the grass next to you eagerly as if saying here sit!, which made Sanji’s stomach flutter.
So he sat, in silence listening to the dancing leaves of the tress, the wind and sea crushing in the Sunny, and your slow breathing
“Have you ever seen an orange tree that’s killing itself?” You broke the silence, Sanji looked at you a little puzzled “What?…” he looked at your face trying to find an answer- “No I’ve never heard of a thing like that dear”.
You sighed and balanced yourself to pick one of the oranges that hanged low, and looked at Sanji showing him the fruit, he took it slowly and gently, and when your hands brushed you made flowers bloom in his hand which made you giggle, but the blonde man felt his whole face blush and heartbeat accelerate.
As he started to peel the orange you said- “When you don’t pluck the oranges form the trees, the weight of the fruit becomes too much, so the tree contorts, branches bow towards the grass” you pause to look at the tree, pointing at the branches and fruit that hanged low to Sanji -“See?, it’s still alive, but it’s struggling”
Sanji listened to you attentively, he admired how you always managed to sound so poetic every time you spoke, you could be describing the most mundane thing in the world and make it sound like an extract from Shakespeare. Your gaze looked soft, he always noticed that whenever you two talked it was like you softened.
“Its like…” you hesitated for a moment and looked at the cook just to make sure he was listening- “Like it’s crying for love, to love would mean to share it’s precious fruit, it has so much to share”
Sanji hummed just so you knew he was actively listening- “ It needs people around it to live, like it knows if it’s ignored, it would break”
He wished he could just print this moment, the way you looked, the sunlight that made figures with the trees, your locks that framed your face, the way your jewelry shined, and just how special and intimate this moment felt to Sanji.
A long pause was followed, it was like you were hesitating if you wanted to continue to say what you wanted, but Sanji wanted to continue hearing your thoughts.
“I really never noticed or knew this, you’re not only beautiful but smart! How brilliant” he said smiling and looking for a reaction in your face, you looked at him too, your face flushed pink at his compliment which made a giggle escape his mouth- “Sad but poetic” he said in a whisper.
You liked how the blonde cook was like you, such a romantic and admired the little things in life like you did.
“I think I am an orange tree” you said while the grass around you blossomed with flowers and leaves, Sanjis eyes widened, he absolutely adored how your emotions were tied to your powers, it made you look like a nature goddess. He sat with what you had said to him really reading into it.
“It hurts you, sunlight?” He said ever so tender while his body switched weight so he could be closer to you- “Well, I have so much love to share, before I joined you guys no one wanted what I had, but now…” you paused so you could look at his pretty eyes- “My branches feel lighter” you declaimed while smiling at Sanji.
The air is stuck on the cooks throat, his eyes glistened and wondered to your lips that were tinted a fair shade of red from your lipstick, you could listen to his heartbeat loud and clear which made you smile a little more
You would be a liar if you said you weren’t fond of the cook, more than anyone else in the crew, but because he was a big flirt with every woman on earth, sometimes it was hard for you to get closer romantically to him as much as you wanted, you knew you couldn’t change that about him, so instead you just were completely yourself around him, soft and understanding and talked a lot, you valued that over anything else.
Human connection for you was really important. So you listened and opened yourself to him little by little.
You look down at Sanjis free hand that wasn’t holding the orange and put your own hand over it slowly- “Thank you for being here Sanji, and for sharing my fruit with me”
Ba-dum!!
Sanji went completely red, eyes wide as the sky, he couldn’t even answer you because he was completely struck, you were always so sweet and grateful to him like no one else was, that melted him completely
He parted the orange that he had on half, lending you the other part, you took it happily as he said- “I think I should be the one grateful sunlight, thank you for taking care of me and brightening my life” he whispered in your ear which made you shiver a bit, you looked at him trough your eyelashes which made both of your hearts flutter.
“Y/N GET YOUR STUPID PLANTS OUT OF HERE!” Zoro shouted annoyingly, you didn’t notice how you made the whole Sunny blossom at the same time your heart did, you blushed crazily
“SHUT UP YOU UNGRATEFUL MOSS”- Sanji quickly jumped out of where he was sat and rushed to find Zoro
As their bickering and Franky begging them to stop breaking stuff was heard all around the ship, you laid on the grass showering on the sun and breathing the fruity sent of oranges, smiling like an idiot
You were sure that you would never let Sanjis branches bow to the ground, and that he would make sure yours wouldn’t too.
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Hi! I am obsessed with this so I’m gonna be writing more about gardener!reader and Sanji stay tuned. Also English is not my first language so feel free to correct me!
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More than friends
Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader
Word Count: 5069
Summary: Having a crush on both Minho and Chan, you hate seeing them stupidly in love and happy. One day, you snap at Chan, hurting Minho in the process. Minho picks you up the next day since you two have a lot to talk about and sets some boundaries...
Tags/Warnings: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, jealousy, friends to lovers, first kiss, fight between reader and chan, minho calls reader kitten, jealous!reader, protective!chan, soft!minho
A/N: Have fun reading 😊~Moon🌙
PART TWO
I can't help but love you
Even though I try not to
I can't help but want you
I know that I'd die without you
War of Hearts ~ Ruelle
You've known Chan your whole life, your mothers being best friends and having you only a few months apart. He's been like an older brother to you growing up, and you knew there'd never be a better friend than him. You've been heartbroken when he had to move to Korea to work hard for his dreams but supported him nevertheless. Growing up, you had a crush on him, which only grew as he got older. About a year ago, you went to visit him and got to know his roommate Minho, who happened to be the main dancer of his group. Minho was very polite and fun to be around, and you became friends fast. Going back home, you realized you had also developed a small crush on him. When you visited two months later, Chan very nervously confessed that he was bi, which didn't seem like an issue to you at all until he told you that he had a boyfriend now. Minho.
It broke your heart a little, realizing you wouldn't have a chance with either of them now, especially because you promised Chan to move in for good once you'd moved to Korea. You've spent days crying in your room, trying to be happy for your friends but pitying yourself at the same time. But of course, you moved in with them two months ago, knowing there was no chance you'd be able to afford your own apartment in the beginning. For a while, it went well until you started to get jealous of Minho. He had not only stolen your heart but also your first crush.
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Minho sits next to you on the sofa, helping you with your assignments for university since you sometimes still struggle with Korean a little. You like his way of explaining things to you, making sure always to sprinkle in a joke when things get too frustrating. Everything is fine until Chan comes back home from the company, plops down on the sofa, and wraps his arms around Minho, pulling him into a loving kiss. "Missed you," he tells him gently, and Minho smiles sweetly, squeezing his hand.
"Of course you did," he teases lovingly. Chan hums softly, deepening the kiss and brushing back his hair lovingly. "Channie," Minho says softly since you're sitting right next to them.
"Oh please, she's seen almost as much of me as you have," he snorts, kissing him again. You glance at them and feel quite lonely, seeing how soft and caring they are with each other. This is all you ever wanted, with someone like Chan. Or Minho.
"There's dinner in the fridge, love," Minho tells him, pulling back.
"Great, I'm starving," he nods, and Minho laughs.
"Go take a shower, I'll warm it up for you," he says.
Chan's face covers with a beautiful smile. "Aw, you're the best, baby," he smiles. "Isn't he the best, Y/N?" he asks, finally acknowledging your existence.
"Chan," Minho says gently, getting up.
"Sure thing," you shrug, focusing on your laptop. "He's your boyfriend, you kinda have to say that."
Chan frowns at you. "Well, he wouldn't be mine if he wasn't," he tells you.
Mine. Something you had longed for him to call you for years. "So you're saying you'd replace him as soon as something better comes along?" you ask, knowing you are being mean now. You don’t dare to look at Minho but notice how he has stopped moving in the kitchen.
"That's not - Min, that's not what I said," Chan protests.
"Don't pull me into this," Minho laughs halfheartedly, slowly stirring his food.
"Yeah, don't, you can talk for yourself. You don't need your perfect boyfriend to do that for you as well, do you?" you ask, and Chan's jaw drops.
Minho bites back a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. He knows what's going on; he knew from the moment he met you. The way you gazed at Chan wasn't how you looked at your best friend. He really likes you, he loves spending time with you…alone. As soon as Chan is there, you act all different, almost seeming jealous. "Chan, love, didn't you want to take a shower?" he asks gently, trying to deescalate the situation subtly.
Chan ignores him. "Why are you being such an ass?" he asks you. "You got enough sleep last night?"
"That was a little hard with you fucking his brains out last night," you give back sourly.
It grows very quiet in the room, and Chan stares at you, stunned. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," Minho speaks up, and it's the first time you look at him. He looks embarrassed, uncomfortable even. "I told you the walls aren't that thick," he whispers to Chan.
"I wouldn't care, it's your home, after all. You're just not exactly quiet," you say, mentally slapping yourself for that comment. Minho's eyes widen, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment, and the spoon drops from his hand. "But you seemed to have a great time, so I guess that's fine."
Chan takes a look at Minho, who suddenly looks very anxious. And that pisses him off immensely. "Y/N."
"What, Chris?" you ask, switching to English. You know Minho has struggles keeping up with it. "You think I wanted this? You've always talked about us moving in together once I'm done with school."
"Well, I have a boyfriend now, you said you liked him. You said you'd love getting to know him more and move in with us," Chan snaps right back at you, having enough.
"I didn't say I'm okay with watching you make out with him on the sofa. Listening to you having sex next door. Hearing all that disgustingly cute stuff you tell him all day," you give back, and Chan's expression darkens.
"He was here first, idiot. This is his home as much as it is mine, and he was the one telling me you could move in with us," he tells you angrily. "He did nothing but being kind to you, making sure you feel welcomed and have everything you need."
"I seriously don't get it, Chris. You could've had everyone. You're warm and open to everyone. Why would you go for him? I know you think he's perfect, but he doesn't open up to you the way you do. How can you be with someone unable to express their emotions?" you ask, watching him grow pale. You know you're making up shit now, so pissed that Chan and Minho, the only two guys you ever fell in love with, had to fall for each other.
Chan turns to Minho, who is staring at you in pure shock. "She's talking shit, baby," he says worriedly.
Minho swallows hard, tears brimming his eyes, as he puts down the spoon and turns off the stove. "I-I think I'll let you two continue on your own," he says quietly, unable to meet your eyes.
Your heart sinks, realizing he must've understood more than you thought. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," you say timidly.
"Liar," Minho says, grabbing his phone from the sofa. Chan reaches out for him, but he gently shakes him off. "Please don't, this is a conversation I don't want to be part of anymore," he tells him. "Sorry for waking you up, it will probably happen again if you intend to stay here," Minho tells you before leaving without another word.
Chan looks after him, and you two remain silent for a moment. "What the fuck was that?" he asks then.
"I'm sorry," you tell him quietly.
"Something is seriously wrong with you," he says sharply, making you flinch a little. "He's amazing, and if you're too blind to see that, that's your issue. Don't make it mine."
You chew on your lower lip nervously. Yes, Minho is amazing. He is funny, he’s kind, he is incredibly beautiful and caring. That is exactly the issue. "Chan, come on."
"You switched languages to exclude him, how bitchy was that? And you fucking knew he understands, he just struggles with speaking it," he tells you, clearly pissed off. "That's so messed up, I don't even know what to say. I don't want to hear another word from you today, you've crossed a line."
"Fine," you huff and collect your things, quickly going to your room. You throw your things onto your desk and swallow hard. You've been really awful, Minho didn't deserve that. Sighing, you look around the room and groan, seeing all the things Minho had paid for when you came here. One time, Chan was working he had taken you on a shopping spree to make your room more comfortable. On the desk is a picture of the three of you and some of the day you met Minho's cats for the first time. You stare down at his small comments in your book so you won't forget them again when you study on your own. Now you feel like a complete bitch and only want to disappear.
Minho sits at the edge of their bed, staring out of the window. He's nervously picking his skin and chewing his lower lip at the same time. He doesn't turn when Chan steps inside, being able to tell it is him by the way he moves. The mattress dips beneath Chan's weight as he sits down next to him.
"Minho, baby?" he asks softly, and Minho takes his hand, still not looking at him. "You're okay?"
"No," Minho answers quietly. "I know you told me not to believe in those things," he tells him and feels fresh tears brim his eyes. "But why do I keep hearing them as soon as someone wants to hurt me?"
"Minnie," Chan says gently.
"People always go for your weak spots then," he says.
"Your weak spot is how insecure you get when someone talks shit about you, she knows that," he tells him. "It's not that you're cold or unable to open up."
"I thought I was being more open," he says quietly. "Also with her, even though I usually don't when I don't know someone that well. Fuck, Chan, I made her her favorite meal from home because she said she missed it today. Now I feel fucking stupid for doing it," he admits.
"She's being an asshole," he tells him, and Minho laughs weakly, shaking his head.
"She's hurt," he says. "She can't blame you, so she blames me."
"What? What did I do?" he asks confused.
Minho turns to him, a big tear rolling down his cheek. "You fell in love with me, Channie."
Chan stares at him before his eyes widen. "No way."
Minho smiles sadly as Chan cups his face, wiping his tears away. "I know that look. She's heartbroken. I can't blame her for that."
"Even if she is, which is ridiculous, it's not okay to hurt you," he says sourly.
"Love makes us do weird things," he shrugs his shoulders.
"You mean like me tripping down the stairs and landing on your flowers because I got so nervous?" he asks, and Minho laughs.
"Yeah, like that," he smiles gently at that memory.
"Oh, come here, baby," he says softly, pulling him into a tight hug. "No matter what others say, you'll be nothing less than perfect to me."
Minho squeezes him tightly, burying his face in his chest. "She's been your best friend your whole life, I hoped she'd like me." Which wasn't the whole truth. Minho thought about you a lot and started to like you more and more. Sometimes, he even thinks he is starting to fall for you.
Chan doesn't know what to say and kisses his head. "We'll figure this out, okay?" he asks after a moment, and Minho hums gently.
-
When you finally dare to leave your room again and make your way downstairs, you spot them on the sofa. Minho's sitting on Chan's lap cuddled up in his arms with him. His reddish eyes meet yours as you grab yourself a drink, and you can tell you hurt him. "There's still some left for you," he says suddenly, nodding towards the stove.
"Oh, thank you," you barely get out.
"You need help warming it up?" he asks, knowing you are struggling with the stove still.
You nod timidly, and Chan stares at you as if he wants to tell you that this is Minho's way of showing how much he cares about someone. Not words but actions.
Minho gets up and steps next to you, testing the temperature first. The only sound that can be heard is the TV playing in the background for a moment.
"Min, I'm sorry, I don't know what has gotten into me today," you tell him quietly enough only for him to hear.
Minho sighs softly and glances at you for a moment. "You know exactly what was going on."
"What?" you ask nervously.
"I'm not blind, Y/N. I know you've been in his life much longer than I have, and you've probably cared for him the way I do for a longer time as well," he says gently and grabs a plate for you. "I can't change the fact he told me he loves me… what should I have done? Neglect my own feelings? Hurting him and myself instead by pretending I wasn't in love with him the moment I met him?" he asks and fills your plate for you. "We can't decide who we fall in love with, but we also can't decide who falls in love with us," he tells you, and you'd like to be mad at him, but you can tell he means well. "Don't ruin what you have by being jealous of me," he says with a passionate smile, handing you your plate. "Now stop sulking and sit down, our show's about to start."
You stand still with your plate for a moment until he gently grabs your shoulders and pushes you forward. Chan watches the two of you quietly as his boyfriend makes sure his best friend feels comfortable. He can't believe how kind Minho's heart is sometimes as he also hands you a blanket. Minho climbs back into his lap, intertwining their hands, and relaxes into him. You quietly eat your dinner, paying attention to the screen and trying to ignore the fact that Chan hasn't said a word since you came. "It really tastes just like home," you tell him timidly.
"That's good to hear, kitten," Minho smiles at you shortly, and you feel even more guilty.
There was no way you could hate him. Minho was a literal angel, and you got why Chan fell that hard for him. Minho's naturally beautiful, he's funny, and he's the most caring person you know. The more time you spent together, the more you thought he even outdid your ever-caring Chan with that. You don't know why you chose to say exactly what he had told you his haters say about him. Because you knew he wasn't any of that.
Once the episode ends, Minho gets up and gently ruffles Chan's hair. "Don't stay up too long, you have a busy day tomorrow."
"I'll try," Chan nods and smiles as Minho leans down, cups his face, and kisses him sweetly.
Minho grabs your plate as he passes you by, gently patting your shoulder. "You stay calm tomorrow during your exam, you'll do great."
"Thank you," you say quietly. When you look over at Chan, he's giving you a look that screams "bitch are you serious?". You wait until Minho's upstairs and turn a little. "Can we talk about this?"
"I'm not the one you should talk about that to," he shook his head.
"I hurt you too," you try gently.
"I don't know what was going on, and I don't think I want to," he tells you firmly. "You have to get one thing, Y/N. He's my boyfriend, he means everything to me, and he makes me so damn happy, which you wanted after that shitty training period. I know this might make you feel left out at times, and I'm sorry about that, I really am, but I won't start hiding in my own house."
"I get that," you nod gently.
"I love you, but if you ever talk shit about him like that, you'll get into serious trouble with me," Chan tells you. "Don't think I wouldn't tell him the same if it had been the other way around."
"Okay," you whisper timidly.
Chan searches your eyes for a moment. "Min cares about you so much more than you could even imagine," he tells you. "I wish you could see that." Something that Minho had told him in the beginning was that he was open to the idea of having more than one partner. Chan knew you were Minho's type, and how he cared for you showed him he was probably right about his suspicion of Min developing a crush on you. He couldn’t blame him for that because you were beautiful inside out.
“What?” you ask, confused.
“You’ve been hopelessly romantic for as long as I can remember, but you’re so blind when it’s right in front of your eyes,” he sighs softly and gets up. “I’m gonna get some sleep now, I suggest you fix this with him tomorrow. I’ll kick your ass if you didn’t when I’m back home.”
“Relax,” you sigh softly. “I already tried to apologize.”
“You tried?” he asks, amused.
“Yeah, he… never mind,” you tell him, ignoring his confused expression.
-
Minho gently blows a strand of hair from his eyes, leaning against his car. He adjusts his sunglasses as someone looks at him suspiciously. He knows the look; people wondering if it’s actually him and debating if they should walk up to him or not. Shoving his hands into his coat pockets, he crosses his legs casually and sighs softly, squinting his eyes as he looks up the facade of the university building.
“What’s so interesting up there?” you ask, turning and looking up as well.
Minho chuckles softly. “Doesn’t it look like rain later?” he asks, looking back at you as you turn, your hair falling down your shoulders as you do. He smiles a little to himself as he takes in the sight of you and eases your bag from your hands. “How was the exam, kitten?” he asks curiously.
You search his eyes, wondering if he was fucking with you. But there’s no anger, no disgust, and not even the hurt that had filled his beautiful brown orbs only yesterday. He seems…genuinely happy to see you. “I think I did alright.”
“Great,” he nods, satisfied.
“What-what are you- I didn’t expect to see you here today,” you finally get out, squinting your eyes at him.
“Why?” he asks calmly.
“I-uhm-I mean-,” you stammer and swallow as he reaches up, brushing back your hair for you.
“This is me being open,” he tells you kindly. “I know I’m not great with words, but Channie always says my actions speak for me, and I started to like that thought. So no, even though you’ve been a complete dick yesterday, I won’t let you take the bus and risk getting soaked.”
“I…I hope you know I didn’t mean what I said yesterday,” you tell him.
“Why did you say it then?” he asks, making you nervous. He searches your eyes for a moment before nodding to himself. “You did want to hurt me. Maybe even get me so far that I'd pick a fight with Chan, saying what a shitty best friend he has, which would lead to him being pissed at me.”
You watch him put your bag in the back of his car and open the door for you. “Minho,” you try gently.
“Get in,” he says firmly, and you comply immediately. He gets in himself, buckles up, and starts the car. "I may seem like it sometimes but believe me, I'm not that easily truly pissed off. So, that backfired," he says, driving onto the road. "What did you expect to happen? That we'd break up, and you'd be there comforting him, and he'd end up falling for you?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at you, almost amused.
"Come on, I wouldn't think of something like that," you snort.
He shrugs his shoulders and focuses back on the road. "I don't know what the fuck you thought. Do you know what two days ago meant for me and Chan?"
"No," you shook your head.
"Two days ago, the night we, unfortunately, kept you up, it's been one and a half years ago that he asked me to be his boyfriend," Minho tells you, and your face falls as you start calculating in your head. "When I got to know you about a year ago, I asked him not to tell you yet because I wanted to get to know you on a neutral basis. In your eyes, I was his roommate, and I think we clicked rather quickly."
You stare at him, tears brimming your eyes. Chan told you seven months into the relationship that Minho was his boyfriend. Seven months. "You're lying. He wouldn't keep that a secret for so long."
Minho glances at you, and compassion laces his features. "He was scared you'd judge him for it at first. Then, after five months, we decided to move in together, and we weren't sure if it would work out once it was only the two of us. Around that time, you visited, and after I told him, he should tell you the next time you visit."
"Five months is a little rushed, don't you think?" you ask, wondering why that was the one thing that came to your mind.
"Let me put it this way, your best friend is incredibly horny, and it got exhausting hiding from our friends all the time," Minho tells you and rolls his eyes to himself. "But yes, it was a little rushed."
You nod slowly before staring at the road ahead stubbornly. "Does he know you're telling me this now? The relationship stuff?"
"No," Minho shakes his head. "We trust each other, he'll be fine with it."
"That's not your decision to make," you frown.
"It's my relationship as much as it is his. You're acting weird towards me, not him, so I can tell you whatever I want, my dear," he says patiently. "You're in love with him?" he asks as he stops at a red light and looks at you.
You swallow hard and close your eyes in defeat. "I've been in love with him for years," you whisper.
"And you never told him?" he asks gently.
"No," you shake your head. "I was too afraid he'd push me away, and I'd ruin our friendship."
"God, you're just like him," Minho groans softly. "When I met him, he couldn't stop talking about that girl he knew back in Australia and how much she meant to him. It was obvious he had a crush on her."
"What?" you ask quietly.
"We got closer, and I fell for him more with every passing day. I tried to tell myself to stop it because I didn't think I'd stand a chance against you," Minho tells you, parking the car in front of the house. He turns the keys and leans back in his seat. "It felt awful having him right there but knowing he wasn't mine and he'd never be. I was starting to give up, but then, one night, he showed up and told me that he developed feelings for a guy to test my reaction. Y/N, when he kissed me, I felt whole again for the first time in ages," he says, and you can tell he's getting emotional. "I love him so much, and I can't imagine a life without him by my side anymore. He's everything I have, and I -," he cuts himself off as he feels tears brimming his eyes. "I know how you feel, okay? I don't want to feel threatened by you. I really don't because then I'll start getting nasty too," he says very quietly. “I’ll fuck you up if you try and destroy what we have, I mean it.”
You swallow hard, trying to process what he has just revealed. Chan had a crush on you when he came to Korea? "Minho, I had no idea," you say gently, placing your hand on his thigh.
"I try not to think of it that way, but I wasn't his first choice, you know. It was you, and when I met you, I knew why," he tells you, blinking back tears. "Stop feeling jealous about that. I should be the one scared to lose Chan in case he decides you're better for him after all. I wouldn't even blame him because you're right. I have trouble opening up because I've been hurt before, but I'm learning because I trust him."
"Hey," you say gently. "Don't you ever believe you're something less than Chan's first choice. He loved you enough to be brave and offer his heart. You should've seen how protective he got yesterday."
Minho presses his lips together tightly before looking at you again. Your breath stops as tears threaten to spill from his eyes, his hands trembling. "You didn't see the hope in his eyes when I told him you're in love with him."
You hesitantly take his hand, and he lets you. "Minnie, I mean it. I've been an asshole and have no right to destroy what you two have. You're perfect for him, and maybe that's what pissed me off so much; I can't find any flaws," you tell him.
"There are a lot," he shakes his head.
"I highly doubt that," you say, and he laughs weakly. "I mean, look at you. You're funny, you're smart, you're so caring and kind. You're an incredible dancer and singer. You have very pretty eyes and-."
"You think I have pretty eyes?" he asks, blushing softly.
"And very kissable-looking lips," you nod. "No wonder he keeps on harassing you with kisses no matter what you do," you say, pulling a genuine laugh from him.
Minho hastily wipes away a single tear falling down his cheek and exhales shakily. "I'm sorry he wasn't brave enough to tell you."
"Don't be," you shake your head.
"You deserve to be loved just as much as he does," he tells you, squeezing your hand tightly. "I'm…I'm okay with sharing, Chan," he says, searching your eyes observantly. "But not with losing him."
You need a moment to get what he means. "You mean you'd be okay if I had a relationship with Chan at the same time as you do?"
Minho nods very slowly. "I have no idea if that's what he wants…but I'll tell him that I won't be in the way if that's something he wants."
"What if that’s not all I want?" you ask, and insecurity flickers in his eyes, which makes you wonder if that's what Chan had meant yesterday. Did Minho care about you that way?
"You mean…," he trails off, sinking into your curious eyes. Did you mean it the way he thinks you did?
"I do think you have very pretty eyes..and kissable lips. I've been thinking about that since the day we met," you admit, and his lips part in surprise. Minho leans in at the same time as you do, and you search each other's eyes for another moment before your lips meet. Fuck, Chan was right, he's an incredible kisser. Minho's hand shoots up, resting on your cheek and pulling you in closer.
Suddenly, he pulls back and stares at you with wide eyes. "Fuck, I shouldn't have - oh god, I'm sorry," he stammers. "I should've talked to him first."
"Minho, calm down," you tell him, but he's already pulling the keys and getting out. "Fuck," you whisper to yourself.
-
When Chan comes home, Minho's sitting at the kitchen island, bracing his head on his hand. He looks deep in thought, anxious even. "Baby?" he asks worriedly, and Minho's eyes flicker up at him. "What's wrong?"
"I fucked up," he whispers.
"What?" he asks confused, and puts down his bag before sitting down opposite him.
"I love you, you know that, right?" Minho asks timidly.
"Of course I do," he assures him and offers his hand. Minho takes it, and Chan frowns, noticing he is shaking.
"I - uhm- remember when I told you that I'm open about having more than one partner?" he asks, and Chan nods gently. "And I also promised to tell you if that's ever the case before anything happens, right?"
Chan nods and straightens up a little. "Did something happen?" he asks gently.
"I picked her up, and we talked about yesterday. I told her that I always thought I'd never have a chance because of your crush on her and how things developed then," Minho starts, and Chan watches him intently. "She seemed to get it and got really sweet. I told her that if you'd have no issue, I'm willing to share you and-," he looks up, almost a little panicked, as you walk down the stairs.
Chan slowly turns his head, and meeting your eyes, he knows. He looks back at Minho, who looks incredibly guilty and swallows hard. "I kissed him," you say, bracing yourself for an outburst of Chan.
"You kissed my boyfriend?" Chan asks, very slowly looking back at you.
"Yes," you say quietly. "I know what you see in him, Chan, I'd be blind if I didn't."
"I told you to talk to him," he says before laughing. "I didn't think you'd take this a whole step further," he grins.
"You're not mad?" Minho asks and tilts his head at him.
"We've talked about this, baby. I could tell you like her more than a friend, and she's so desperate for love she doesn't pick up on a damn signal," he rolls his eyes at you. "I knew one day I'd come home, and you'd tell me you met someone. It's even better knowing it's my best friend."
Minho's face softens, and he visibly relaxes. "And you're okay with that?"
Chan smiles at him fondly. "I am very okay with that."
“Great…because there’s more,” Minho nods gently, and Chan frowns at him.
“More?” he asks puzzled.
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Yes, Doctor
ABBY ANDERSON X FEM!READER
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A/N- In light of me having the nastiest case of a virus (RSV) I have ever had in my entire life, I self-projected onto Abby again with how I act when I'm sick... Super apologetic, clingy, guilty about asking for anything, still thinks she can do anything, typical puppy act. Imma need you guys to worry about me, I may never talk right again istg...
WARNINGS: Abby being sick, brief descriptions of vomiting (I swear it isn't that bad), shower hugs (not sexual, just cute), Owen being a tool, Abby crying, this is just fluff, I'm sorry it's so sweet you will get a toothache.
SYNOPSIS: Abby comes down with a pretty nasty cold, and it's up to you to take care of her.
“Abby? Abby, baby, are you awake yet? We’ve gotta get moving—”
The sound of loud crashing made you immediately go on high alert and you nearly broke down her bedroom door just to get inside. It didn’t take much; Manny left the door unlocked.
Your hand was resting on your pistol, ready to fend off intruders, but you were only met with your girlfriend on the floor, her legs halfway out of her cargo pants and her hands pushing so hard into the floor that you feared she had been hurt in some way.
“Abby,” You holstered the gun again and you raced over to her, getting down on your knees and reaching for her face. “Baby, are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“M’fine,” Abby gulped, looking up at you and immediately, your hands went to her face and your heart started racing. And it wasn’t just because she was beautiful and stole your breath away… No, Abby was literally burning up and covered in sweat.
Her hair was free from her braid that she normally got up early just to fix all over again, and her clothes were sticking to every inch of her skin, but she was shivering like a leaf. Her voice was hoarse, and it wasn’t hard to tell that her breath smelled of vomit. You knew exactly what was wrong when you saw her gulp, and immediately started sniffling. “Oh baby, you’re sick…”
“No!” Abby immediately jumped off the floor, attempting to pull on her pants the rest of the way but getting winded halfway through and collapsing on her bed. “Just tired. I’ll be fine after I…”
You saw her hesitate and when searching her face, Abby looked as if she had just swallowed her own tongue. A hand went to her stomach and you reacted on instinct, dumping out whatever was residing in her small trash bin and holding it between her knees. Abby lurched forward and emptied the entirety of her stomach contents into the bucket.
You’ve seen a lot of gross things in your life, so Abby throwing up wasn’t exactly hard to handle. You held her long blonde hair back away from her face and gently rubbed her back as it seemed almost like she wouldn’t ever stop. When she did, you took the bandanna from your pocket and gently wiped her face, cleaning the tears from her cheeks and the strands of spit on her chin.
Poor strong, invincible Abby Anderson was sick as a dog, and completely in denial. There was no fucking way you were letting her go anywhere today. “You’re staying right here.”
“No, no, Isaac n-needs me at the—”
“To hell with what Isaac needs,” You scowl, narrowing your eyes at her and standing up from the floor. “I’ll radio over and tell him you are too sick to leave base. And I’m staying here to make sure you don’t try to sneak out when no one’s watching.”
“You’re gonna jeopardize your rotation to look after me?” Abby chuckled, and that immediately turned into the most heartbreaking coughing fit you’ve ever heard in your life. She sounded like she just took a cheese grater to her esophagus.
With a wordless glare, you turned yourself around and immediately headed for comms in order to call the FOB and let Isaac know that Abby and yourself weren’t going anywhere. He was angry at first, but after you explained her symptoms, in heavily graphic detail, he finally let it go and allowed you both to stay behind.
You decided to head down to the mess hall and grab a few fresh canteens of water along with some toast, just to see if Abby could keep something down. If not, you’d have to revert to other ways on keeping her from getting worse.
You returned to her room about ten minutes later and saw that she was still trying to leave, just as you suspected she would. “Abby, no! You’re not going anywhere!”
The blonde that you would normally be terrified of when talking to in such an aggressive voice just looked at you like you told her she couldn’t eat cake for dinner. Her face twisted in such abstract sadness and she collapsed into her hands, sobbing like a child.
Well… you didn’t expect that kind of reaction.
“Honey,” You sat down next to her, gently rubbing your hand down her back and holding her bicep as softly as possible. Her whole body was shaking and you wordlessly pulled her against you, allowing the blonde to press her face into your chest and cry until she felt better, which could take hours at this rate. “It’s okay, Abby… Shhh… I'm sorry, honey... I didn't mean to yell—”
“They need me out there,” She sniffled, wiping her nose on the back of her hand and looking at you with the most heartbreaking expression you’ve seen her carry in your entire fucking life. If looks could break hearts, this was one of them. Abby did an amazing impression of a wounded puppy. “They n-need me to k-keep them safe a-and—”
“Abby, you can’t keep anybody safe when you’re like this,” You gently reach forward and push the hair away from her sticky forehead, using the sleeve of your long-sleeved shirt to wipe the sweat away from her skin. “You can’t keep yourself safe like this… you could get hurt out there. Maybe even get killed—”
“Bullshit,” Abby chuckled like what you said was some bad joke.
“You aren’t immortal, Abby,” You ran your fingers through her hair slowly, trying to calm her down. “Even you aren’t safe from death, doesn’t matter how much you can deadlift.”
Abby scoffed but couldn’t help but smile at your words as she finally seemed to accept the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere. Wordlessly, she fell over and put her head on your shoulder, leaning against you and happily accepting that your hands were slightly chilly compared to her hot face. You pressed your palms against her cheeks and frowned. You had to bring her temperature down somehow.
“Come on, let’s get you into a shower,” You slowly lifted her off the bed and grabbed one of her towels that were hanging off the side of the top bunk part of her bed that was just used as a storage space. “You smell like puke.”
“Shut up,” Abby snipped back, wrapping an arm over your shoulders as you led her out of the dorm room and to the communal showers which were, for the most part, empty minus a few stragglers that had today off. When they saw Abby, however, they cleared away from her like she was infected with the plague from how terrible she looked.
“You aren’t supposed to shower with someone else,” One of the new soldier recruits said. You let out a scoff and pulled out your pistol, pointing it at her face and looking her dead in the eyes.
“How ‘bout now?” The half-naked woman held her hands up and immediately began walking away, like you scared the shit out of her with one simple gesture. You mocked her with fake sympathy. “Aw, different story? Come on back… Dumbass.”
It took almost all of your focus to keep Abby from hitting the floor as you helped her out of her clothes, stripping them off one by one and creating a pile by the locker as you stripped off your own clothes and hid your pistol under your jeans. Abby immediately started coughing, bringing her arm up to cover it as she pushed her face into her elbow.
The steam and the change in temperature must have shocked her lungs and you suddenly felt guilty. “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t think about the steam… okay, easy… breathe slowly, okay?” You gently rubbed at her back and led her towards the stall on the far end, resting your girlfriend’s beautifully muscular body against the shower wall and trying not to look too turned on by her as you turned on the water.
In the process of turning the knobs to try and get it to the perfect lukewarm temperature, you felt Abby curl her arms around your middle and rest her forehead against your back, pushing her face between your shoulder blades and panting like she couldn’t catch her breath. This was clearly taking a lot out of her, and you needed to work fast, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had to comfort her.
“It’s okay, baby… Once you’re cleaned off, we’ll go straight back to bed, okay? Shouldn’t take more than ten minutes, I promise,” You cooed, turning around and slowly leading Abby into the semi-warm water that hit her body and she went stiff at the temperature. You knew she loved her showers blistering hot, but any hotter and it could make her fever worse, maybe even make her pass out.
“Fuck, that’s cold,” Abby whined, hiding her entire body against yours as she held you close and shivered. You slowly adjusted the temperature, making it as hot as you felt comfortable offering her while pressing little kisses against her face. “J-Just a little hotter, please?”
You rolled your eyes. “It’s gotta stay lukewarm, Abby. Come on, you know this; your friends are medics.”
“Can’t blame me for trying?” Abby looked down at you as she stood up straight, her blonde hair sticking to her skin as she leaned down and pressed a little kiss on your lips. You held your breath, knowing she still smelled like vomit, and she knew that she did as well, but was wondering just how far she could push before you demanded she brush her teeth.
“Alright, come on, tilt your head back,” You turned her around and stepped away from the spray, allowing the water to slide down her hair as you ran your fingers through it and scraped them across her scalp. You felt her shiver at your nails on her skin and you reached for the shampoo inside of the stall, gently adding a small amount to her hairline and working it into a lather. “Feeling better?”
“Cleaner, maybe… I don’t know about better,” Abby’s heart was racing like a wild horse, and normally it would be because you two were taking a shower together. But now, it was pure exhaustion. Abby was fighting just to stay standing.
“Okay, well your hair is clean, now just have to do… all this,” You gestured to her body and she rolled her eyes at your words.
“Don’t even; you love all this,” Abby teased playfully, reaching down and gently squeezing your rear as the water raced down her back and kept her warm. You must’ve been freezing in comparison; your skin was so cold! “Baby, come here, you can be under the water too!”
“Abby, I already took a shower this morning,” You chuckled. “This isn’t about me; this is about you.”
“But you’re cold,” She frowned deeper, wrapping her arms around you like it was all she could do to warm you up. You rolled your eyes and kissed her cheek, trying to get her to let you go but she was now standing still, holding you like you might float away if she let you go. “No, stay right here. You're not going anywhere.”
“Abigail,” You warned, using her full name as a threat. She huffed like a child and shoved her face into your neck. “You’ve got like… three minutes left in here, come on—”
“Mm-mmm,” She shook her head, humming a disapproving sound as she kept you still. You couldn’t fight her off even if you wanted to. The only saving grace that could separate you two was if her illness acted up… and that’s exactly what happened. The scent of the shampoo finally reached her nose and Abby tensed up before sneezing, stepping away from you and covering her face with both hands.
She sneezed almost five times and you smirked, grabbing the bar of soap on the shower rack and waiting patiently for her little sneeze fit to be over. When she finally caught her breath and looked up at you, she immediately started pouting. “Fine, you win. Scrub me down already.”
“Mm-hmm, that’s what I thought.”
It was about fifteen minutes later when you both returned to her dorm room, having to walk back in just towels after dumbly forgetting to bring spare changes of clothes for both of you. Luckily, the only people in the hall were the ones that knew better than to look at Abby for more than ten seconds. And you brandishing your gun was also a good motivator.
As soon as you two were back inside, you helped her down and immediately started drying her off after locking all of the doors. Now you two were officially quarantined to keep the rest of the WLF base from getting sick and you didn’t need random soldiers looking inside to see where the top-ranking soldier was on a busy day and why she wasn’t in the field.
Once her skin was dry, you helped her into a fresh set of clothes, sliding on her skin-tight boxer shorts and long-sleeved lightweight sleep shirt that should keep her temperature at a manageable level. As soon as you were dressed in some of her clothes as well, you sat her down on the bed and began to run a brush through her long blonde hair.
“Don’t fuck it up,” Abby warned, like there was any real bite to her voice. You rolled your eyes and began to easily braid her hair like you had been doing it all your life.
“You forget that I did this for you when you broke your damn finger, missy?” You taunted. Abby responded with her middle finger, which you immediately started laughing at when you saw the scar over her middle knuckle. “Yeah, that’s the finger you broke!”
“Are you done?” Abby snapped, and you simply tugged on her hair to keep her still.
“Remind me, how did you break it?”
“…slammeditinthetruckdoor—” Abby mumbled under her breath.
“You slammed it in the truck door,” You repeated, almost like the way she said it wasn’t good enough. A low groan of embarrassment left her as you giggled and tied her braid off at the end with a strip of ribbon that you found on her nightstand. Once you both were finally set, you offered Abby the canteen of water and began to readjust her pillows so she would be sitting up a little straighter on the mattress.
Abby downed almost half the water in the canteen but immediately started coughing again when she pulled it away, her hand going to her chest as she slightly pounded on her sternum.
“Easy, easy,” You cooed softly, rubbing her back and trying to help her breathing, hoping that she would get her breath back and could stop coughing. When she finally did, you rewarded her with a kiss to her cheek and scooted her over a little. “Here, lay down on me.”
“What, why?”
“Just listen to me for once,” You sighed, laying down on the pillows that you pulled off the top of her bunk and watched the blonde sigh and crawl on top of you, wrapping one arm around your middle and resting her cheek against your chest. You gently rubbed up and down her back, slipping your hand under her shirt and caressing her skin and rubbing at the creases of her spine. She was so warm that it almost scared you. “Poor thing… you must feel awful.”
“I do…” Abby whined, sniffling and wiping at her nose again with the back of her hand. “This is the worst thing that could have happened.”
“What have we learned?” You looked down, your nails gently scratching at her back.
Abby feigned innocence. “Mmmm… I dunno what you’re talking about—”
“Abby, we both know why you’re sick,” You looked down at her and saw her avoid your gaze as her cheeks turned a soft pink. “Don’t walk on thin ice when you don’t know how deep the water is.”
“You know damn well that my boot got stuck in the snow and I fell in,” Abby said defiantly, and you could hear it. The more she talked, the more nasally she got, and it wasn’t long until she was breathing through her mouth because her nose was so stuffed up.
“Okay, I’m sorry honey,” You scratched down the length of her spine, making her shudder as she closed her eyes and simply basked in your soft touch. Your gentle caresses and soft scratching felt like heaven on her sore, aching muscles as she was already starting to fall asleep against your chest, her breathing becoming heavier. You continued to scratch at her skin, not even caring how tired your arm was getting as Abby snored peacefully.
Normally she didn’t snore so loudly, but she couldn’t breathe through her nose, and she was incredibly sick, so you weren’t about to hold it against her. Luckily for you, you could fall asleep through anything, so it wasn’t that hard to doze off with her aggressive snoring.
It was about 2 hours later when you heard aggressive knocking on the door and let out a huff of annoyance. Very carefully, you wiggled out from underneath Abby, pulling the blanket up to fully cover her body as you walked over to the door and unlocked it.
“Owen?” You blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light in the hall. “What is it?”
“Manny said that she was sick,” He looked over your shoulder and saw Abby under the blanket on her bed. “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine,” You said, trying so hard not to be aggressive with him. “I’m taking care of her.”
“Making sure she gets enough water? Has she eaten anything? I can run down to the mess hall and—”
“Owen,” You interrupted, staring the man in the eyes. “I said I’m taking care of her. I can handle this on my own—”
“But you don’t know what she’s like when she’s sick. She’s kind of a pain in the ass and she’s angry all the time—”
“Really? Cause she hasn’t been like that at all with me,” You shoot back, narrowing your eyes at him and sliding the door until the only thing he was able to focus on was you, and not his ex-girlfriend. “Owen, do yourself a favor and walk away.”
“But I can—”
“You come into this room, and I will stop you,” You held the door closed even after he tried to push it open. Owen looked like he was trying to set you on fire with his eyes, clearly pissed that you weren’t giving in and letting him see her, in any capacity. “You don’t get it. Abby is at her most vulnerable right now. She’s sick, and she needs someone who will actually take care of her, not make her feel worse.”
“I wouldn’t make her feel worse,” Owen stepped forward, making you lean back to avoid his breath. Did this man ever brush his damn teeth? Apocalypse or not, he had toothpaste, for the love of fuck. “I just want to—”
“She’s not yours anymore, Owen,” You stepped out of the room and into the hallway, aggressively slamming the door and getting in his face. Now he was able to see that you were wearing her clothes and had this aura of protectiveness about you that would make Isaac think twice about challenging you right now. “Abby is dating me. And the sooner you come to peace with that, the sooner you can stop embarrassing yourself.”
“This isn’t about… This wasn’t—” Owen stumbled over his words, looking at you like you were insane. “I’m not doing this because—”
“Then you’d have no problems with me telling Mel that you were here? Trying to take care of her and push me aside so you could?” You crossed your arms. Owen immediately went silent and looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of you, but instead, he walked away almost instantly.
You scoffed as he went down the hallway. “That’s what I fuckin’ thought.”
As soon as you opened the door and returned to the room, you looked up to see Abby standing at the foot of the stairs, the blanket wrapped around her body. There was this pouty look on her face as she looked up at you and you frowned at her expression. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“M’hungry… Can I go and get food?” She was practically begging you now.
“No, you have to stay here,” You stepped forward, leaning down and kissing her forehead. “Go lay back down, sweetheart. I’ll get us some food, okay?”
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” You led her back to bed and fluffed the pillows, easing her back down on the mattress and tucking the blanket under her like you were wrapping her up like a burrito. “There, better?”
“Now you’re just being weird,” Abby chuckled, which immediately triggered a coughing fit. You rolled your eyes and helped her drink some water to try and soothe her throat. But now that the blanket got jostled around, she was less comfortable. “Can you do it again?”
She was like a puppy, begging for attention, but ashamed to ask for help. You repeated the process and tucked the blanket under her body, kissing her forehead and sliding her hoodie over your torso, leaving the room in just her shorts, hoodie, and your socks. You didn’t even bother with shoes.
“Don’t go anywhere. I will be right back, okay?”
“Yes, doctor,” She rolled her eyes and tried to go back to sleep as you left the room and headed down into the mess hall. It didn’t take you a ton of time, as the stadium was damn near empty today.
You heard from the soldiers that were on rotation that Scar attacks were getting more and more frequent, and they were taking heavy losses. A lot of people you knew were probably dead and in body bags, waiting to be buried when the ground was no longer frozen. Unless they requested when they joined to be burned… a lot of people actually requested to be burned.
There was this sickening feeling inside of your stomach as you went to the kitchen and sweet talked one of the cooks into giving you two helpings of chicken and rice soup to take with you back upstairs to Abby’s dorm.
The entire walk back, that feeling wouldn’t go away… You knew that if you hadn’t stopped Abby from leaving today… if she had gone out in the cold, braving the snow and forcing her exhausted body to do what it normally does when she feels fine… You knew Abby would have made a mistake today. You knew something would have happened and Abby would have ended up dead.
You pushed open the door to Abby’s room and kicked it closed behind you, slowly approaching her little kitchen area with the pitcher of soup that had more than enough for the both of you. You went into her cabinet and saw that she only had three clean bowls left, sighing and pouring the soup into two of them.
When you came back to her bed with the two bowls and two spoons, you saw Abby rolling over to her other side and looking up to meet your eyes. You sat down on the bed next to her and helped her into a sitting position, offering her the soup. “Slowly, okay? If you start to feel nauseous don’t keep eating.”
“I know,” Abby nodded, obediently following your orders as she took her time eating the soup. You were done in half the time and carried your bowl back to the sink and came back to sit next to her. It wasn’t until you were really looking at her that you noticed she was crying again.
“Abby?” You carefully placed the bowl on the floor and in seconds, Abby was crawling into you, her face pushing into your stomach as her tears stained the fabric of her hoodie on your body. “Honey, it’s okay… it’s okay, why are you crying?”
“Thank you…” She sobbed, her face turning red from the tears as she couldn’t control her weeping and how bad her body was shaking from it. “H-He’s right; I’m a pain in the ass when I’m sick, and you… you’re being so nice and you’re t-taking care of me and I d-don’t deserve it—”
“Hey, hey, absolutely not,” You reached down and took Abby’s face in your hands, wiping her tears away with your thumbs and pressing your forehead down against hers. “You are none of those things… You deserve all of this and so much more, sweetheart… I’d take care of you every single day if you let me.”
“But… But I’m so stubborn—”
“Baby, it’s cute,” You giggled, stroking her cheek with your thumb and smearing the wetness of her tears against her skin. You knew she hated it when you called her cute, but you couldn’t help it. “You have been nothing but adorable all day long, and it made it so hard to leave the room just to go get us something to eat.”
“M’not cute,” She huffed, looking away from your eyes. You smirked and pressed a little kiss on her nose, to which she simply leaned into a little more like she couldn’t get enough of your soft touches and little kisses. The gesture alone was enough to melt your heart.
“I know, you’re my ruthless killer,” You teased. The blonde sighed and dropped her head back down onto your lap and tried to calm her breathing down after sobbing harder than she ever wanted to do again in her life. “Do you feel better, honey?”
“Tired again…” Abby yawned, pushing her face into your thigh and trying to tug you back down onto the bed. “Can you lay down again? Like before, and…”
“Yes, I’ll hold you, baby,” You went back to the way you were laying before Owen decided to ruin everything and you felt her adjust the blanket, so it was back overtop of both of you, her arms wrapping around your body and clinging to you like she needed you to keep breathing.
You wordlessly went back to scratching down her spine and she was out like a light in minutes again.
And if you thought today was rough… The next day was worse.
Abby was still sick, and her guilt reached an all-time high when she saw you coughing and sneezing just like she was.
“I knew the risk, Abby,” You reassured her, sniffling a little and leaning up to give her a kiss, now not worried at all about swapping germs. “I knew I was gonna get sick too. It’s an honor to catch this from you… besides, just means we don’t have to go out and we can stay in until we’re better.”
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#the last of us#tlou#abby anderson#the last of us part 2#tlou part 2#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby x reader#abby x reader fluff#abby anderson x reader#cute abby#can i trigger tag Owen?#sorry im an owen hater#he sucks#pure fluff#very cute#im proud of me#x fem reader#abby anderson x female reader#sick abby#need someone to take care of me like this#sfw fic
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prompt #3: not actually a prompt but i wanna loop em together. how did none of you ask me about his ARM cmonnnn
"Does anyone have the balls to actually talk to you about it?" Vale says, speaking slowly, almost whispering. Marc's hair is in the way as he talks, face tucked under Vale's chin.
Marc shrugs. Only one shoulder moves.
"They know… They know not to bring it up if I don’t."
"What?" Vale asks. That doesn't sound right. But Marc keeps going:
"It’s easier that way. I can manage it— Ask someone if I need anything. But this way I don’t have to deal with everyone asking me. I decide."
"Maybe you shouldn’t be deciding." Vale says. Marc being the only one in charge of his body means that racing is going to take the priority.
Marc lets out a sound that intends to be a scoff— but it comes out wetter, uglier. Thick with an emotion he can’t help but let escape. He squirms a little against Vale, uncomfortable.
"I am taking the risk, I am the one on the bike. It’s my body, I know my limits."
Vale hums. "I don’t think you do," He says, not unkindly.
"What?" Marc's turn to be confused. He blinks. From this angle, Vale can just see his eyelashes, the way they flutter against his cheekbones. He smooths a thumb over the skin of Marc's arm, tracing against the edges of his bandage, feels him relax a little. It takes a few seconds to find the words.
"I think you crash until you find the limit. That’s what you do. And I think that you are not a motorbike, so you cannot be doing this all the time. You are not a machine or a tool, Marc— if you break yourself there’s not a guarantee the doctors can always fix you."
It's clear Vale's words hit something in him, knock against some long held belief that's recently been mangled by the reality of his injury. Marc curls in on himself, presses hard into the fabric of Vale's t-shirt, and Vale is suddenly, violently glad that they chose not to do this face to face. That he doesn’t have to see the way the scaffolding of Marc’s face is collapsing as he tries not to cry.
His body shudders, a leaf in the wind. When he talks, its taught and thin, scraped raw.
"I am afraid— I am afraid it will not be how it was," Marc says.
"It won’t.” Vale replies, and he feels like he wants to burn down the world. He hates that he hasn't been here, that Marc has had to deal with this alone. That they weren't speaking when the injury happened. That he had to get updates on Marc from fucking instagram. That he couldn’t convince Marc not to race, not to rush recovery, not to open that sliding door. Anything to prevent this— Marc, cracked open against him, chest heaving.
A terrible thought occurs to him, and he remembers abruptly and with horrific clarity when he broke his leg in 2010. How he came back months early, against the wishes of his doctor. How he lost the title anyways— how it was for nothing.
And he remembers Marc, aged 15 and frame too small, coming up to him in an oversized Honda polo, a model car cradled in his skinny fingers. Two years before Vale’s leg. Marc had been watching.
Was he always like this? Did you make him worse?
Marc shudders in a sniff, exhausted. It’s almost time for his next round of pain meds, and he must be feeling it.
Vale gathers him as close as he can, careful not to disturb his arm. There's nothing he can do about that right now.
He can try. It might not do much, this late, with everything that’s happened. With their history. With Marc’s arm the way that it is. But he can try.
“It won’t be the same, Marc— but that. That doesn’t mean it won’t be okay.”
#thought of the 'was he always like this' line. blacked out. bon appetit#motogp#callie speaks#asks#rosquez#my fic#prompts
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Hi!
Since you’re asking for fic ideas, how about Claudia Henderson taking Steve in when he’s younger? She knows Wayne Munson got custody of his nephew the year before, so she asks him for advice helping Steve adjust.
Maybe Steve and Eddie getting to be close friends? Bonus points for little brother Dustin!
Thank you so much for the request! I love it and have been thinking about it nonstop.
CW: mentions of divorce, previous child neglect/abuse, C-PTSD, mention of minor character death (murder), swearing
I’m not sure what happened here exactly. I just know that I like it.
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Claudia Henderson had always wanted two boys, a fact that almost everyone in Hawkins knew about. So, it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise to her that Jim Hopper was standing on her doorstep. He was holding his hat in front of him and the look on his face proved that he knew he was probably going to ask too much. Again.
“How can I help you, Chief?” She asked as though she couldn’t see Steve Harrington sitting in Hop’s car and looking straight ahead.
He cleared his throat. “I need to watch over the kid for a few days. Maybe a week while we try to get ahold of some relatives.”
Jim never was one to beat around the bush, but neither was Claudia. “Why?”
“His father is… going away for a while.” He seemed uncomfortable.
“Why?” She repeated, subconsciously crossing her arms when she had to press for more answers. He came to her for a favor, she had every reason to demand answers.
“He killed his wife and the kid has nowhere else to go in the meantime. I don’t want to have to hold him in a cell just because we don’t have a child services division in this small town.”
“Sorry we aren’t New York, Chief.” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. That poor kid. Did he see what happened? Was she going to have to take him into the station to answer questions in the morning? “Does he have anything with him?”
“Just some clothes. He didn’t really want anything out of that house.”
She sighed again at that. “Bring him, then.”
Tomorrow, she was going to see if he wanted to go to the store and get anything. Probably best to keep him busy if he was willing. Besides, she needed to take Dustin to go pick out a new coloring book anyway.
Claudia looked out through the darkness and gave herself a moment to mourn, though not to cry. Steve’s mother had been her friend, even if they had drifted apart after Claudia’s divorce had gone through. Tonight couldn’t be about her. Not when her best friend’s son needed someone to take care of him.
“Thank you, Ms Henderson,” Hop said as he passed the backpack over to her and Steve stood on her doorstep.
He was so skinny. And was that bruising or shadows on his tiny face? That was a question she’d leave for the morning. Right now, he looked like he was about to collapse.
“I’m not doing it for you,” she replied before kneeling down to Steve’s level.
Hop took the opportunity to leave. The young male looked to him the same way a terrified boy would look for his father and Claudia made a note to reprimand the police chief later.
“Hi, Steve. I know this isn’t your home, but I want you to be comfortable here. Do you want to stay in the spare room tonight, or my room?”
He looked at her, wide eyed, as if she had a second head. “I get to choose?” He asked so softly and it broke her heart.
“You always have a choice here, Steve. As long as you stay safe and don’t hurt anyone.”
He chewed his lip and winced. It made Claudia lean more towards bruises than shadows, but it was hard to tell in the lighting and she wasn’t going to push. He had been through a lot.
“Spare room please,” Steve eventually decided.
Claudia made sure to show him where the kitchen and the bathroom were in case he needed anything. She also pointed out her own room being right across the hall before opening the door to the spare room for him. She did her best to make sure that he was as settled and comfortable as he was going to be under the circumstances. She stood in the door frame for a few seconds, holding on to it gently. She didn’t want to leave him, but he had requested to be alone.
“Anything you need, Steve. Just let me know. And Dustin might pester you in the morning if he wakes up before I do.”
“Okay,” he said simply.
Claudia went back to bed, leaving her door open. She really was going to have to call Wayne in the morning.
If Steve snuck into her room and laid on the floor beside her bed, she pretended not to notice.
—
“Wayne?” She was speaking a little lower than normal, but she did have two sleeping boys in her house and she was doing her best to keep it that way. “How did you help Eddie cope when he had to move in with you?”
“Why are you asking Claudia?” His voice was rough, but she knew him well enough to know that it was because he was tired.
“Have you heard about what happened at the Harrington’s yet?”
“You mean the murder?”
“I have Steve. Hop brought him to me last night,” she said in a rush before looking down the hall to make sure neither boy was going to sneak in on this conversation.
“Just make sure he feels safe and knows that things are going to happen at his speed, as much as possible. Have your limits and stick to them. Don’t let him push you over just because you know the hell he’s been through. And most important? Don’t try and be his Mama unless he asks you to.”
“Don’t have to worry about that last one. Hop said it should hopefully only be a week until they find some family willing to take him.” There was a tiny sniffle behind her. “Shit, Wayne. I gotta go. I’ll call you back tonight.”
When Claudia turned around, Steve was already disappearing back into the spare bedroom. The door closed with a soft click.
Shit.
“Mom, what’s for breakfast?” Dustin demanded as he walked out of his room and straight to the kitchen.
She’d check in on Steve soon. He probably needed a minute anyway.
“Pancakes sound good to you, Dusty?”
His toothless grin made her heart hurt.
How could anyone look at their child and feel anything but love?
—
It had been a few months and it seemed like Steve was staying. No one wanted to step up and take Steve. Honestly? Claudia wasn’t heartbroken about it. The longer he stayed, the more she loved him. She wasn’t fully convinced that she would let anyone take him away from her at this point. She wasn’t sure when she started looking at Steve as a son exactly, just that it happened quickly. Even Dustin, spoiled as he was, was excited to have an older kid in the house to hang out with. He said it made him seem cool to his friends that he suddenly found himself spending a lot more time with a Harrington. Whatever that meant.
She was just happy they were getting along. Happy that Steve was getting more comfortable with them. He was back up to a healthy weight, all the bruises were gone, and his injuries had turned to faded scars. Steve was safe. Most importantly, he was happy and loved. Claudia tried to not let it get to her that those were new feelings for the boy who previously only knew neglect or abuse at the hands of his biological parents.
—
Claudia woke up in the middle of the night, her heart pounding. What was that? A second thud had her throwing her covers back and running to the kitchen. The sight that greeted her would have made her laugh if Steve didn’t look so terrified.
Both boys were covered in flour. Honestly, the fact that most of the kitchen also had at least a thin dusting of the stuff was kind of impressive.
“What’s happening in here?” She asked with a smile.
Steve flinched and she tried to not let it get to her. He had to know by now that she would never hurt him, but the past doesn’t just go away like that.
“We were trying to make you a cake, but you put the flour too high and Steve wasn’t going to crawl on the counter. So I had to do it.” Dustin supplied after looking at the older kid and realizing that he wasn’t going to talk.
It happened a lot, Steve suddenly not talking. He also tended to leave the room a lot and hide in what had become his room. At least he felt safe enough to walk away now. He wasn’t walking away this time.
“It’s your birthday,” Steve said so softly. “It’s your birthday and you deserve a cake. I never got a cake.” His words got quieter as he kept talking, the last part of what he said barely audible.
“Oh, Steve,” Claudia’s heart was breaking. Shattering, really. “That’s really thoughtful of you, sweetheart. How about this? We clean up this mess and try again together? Yeah? Then I’ll move some stuff around so you can reach all the food in this kitchen.”
His eyes were shiny with unshed tears as the fear on his face gave way to a shy smile. “Okay,” he said simply.
And that was that.
—
Claudia was flustered.
She had been talking to Wayne a lot lately because he could relate to what she was going through. Taking in a kid who had nowhere else to go.
Somehow, that translated into them going out for dinner or lunch a few times to talk in person. To complain about the hardships and brag about the worthy things respectively.
That turned into her actually asking him on a date. Even more surprisingly, he agreed! Even though she knew he wouldn’t care, she was dressed in her absolute best and even took the time to tame her wild hair.
When there was a knock on the door, she was quick to answer it before Steve or Dustin had a chance. What she saw took her breath away. Wayne had put an effort in as well, and he was even holding a bouquet of flowers. Her cheeks heated and she smiled widely.
“They’re beautiful,” she breathed.
“You’re beautiful,” Wayne replied.
“Come in, come in,” she insisted as she stepped out of the way. When she saw Eddie, she smiled at him as well. “Thank you for agreeing to babysit my kiddos for me.”
Eddie grinned. “Uncle Wayne said he’d get me an Iron Maiden cassette.” Then he was running off to Dustin’s room, following the sound of laughter.
Claudia laughed softly before returning her attention to Wayne.
He shrugged. “Flattery and bribery get you everywhere with that boy,” he joked before going to grab a vase to put the flowers in.
Obviously he had been around the house a few times and paid attention to where she put things. Briefly, Claudia pictured Wayne and Eddie moving in - in the future.
It wasn’t a bad thought.
—
When they got back, Claudia was greeted by an adorable sight. Dustin was asleep, spread across the couch. Eddie and Steve were cuddled up in the recliner. Of course Dustin would claim the couch for himself and make two people share the smaller seat.
“Let’s not wake them just yet,” she said softly after a moment. “I’ve never seen Steve look so relaxed.”
Wayne had no objections. “Let’s put a note on the coffee table and then head to the backyard?”
Claudia had no objections, either. She scrawled out something on a piece of paper that was on the table already before leading the way outside. They sat on the outside loveseat, their knees touching.
Everyone was going to be spending a lot more time together. She just knew it.
#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#eddie stranger things#steve stranger things#steve x eddie#steddie fanfiction#claudia henderson#wayne munson#dustin henderson#Claudia Henderson is an amazing mom#I take requests#requested fic#pre steddie#early Steddie#slowandsteddie
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No One Will Ever Hurt You Again | J. Hughes
pairing: Jack Hughes x f!reader
word count: 0.9k
summary: Past memories are brought up for you, but jack’s there for you.
warnings: mentions of past?? kissing?
requested: yes
this was requested bc it’s rowdy’s birthday!!
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Jack knew your past, he knew everything, all the bad and all the good. He knew you inside and out. Of course that’s what happens when you're best friends with someone for years. He knew what you went through, he knew that it still haunted you to this day. Yet whenever he was near you never seemed haunted.
Being with Jack made you feel safe, he was home for you. He knew that, he would do anything to keep you safe, he’d do anything to make you feel at home. Bringing you everywhere he could, calling you everytime he couldn’t bring you.
“Jack, I’m okay I swear, it’s only two days!” you exclaimed over the phone, where jack was dramatically sighing on the other side.
“That’s why I’m calling! It’s two days, I'm going to die without you.” he groaned and you could hear his dramatic fall to the bed, imagine the hand he laid over his forehead as he fell.
“You’ll survive, I promise.” you laughed, making him smile, he loved the sound.
“Fine.” he finally complied, agreeing he would, sadly, painfully, survive the forty-eight hours.
And he did, rushing into your place as soon as he stepped foot back in New Jersey. Finding you asleep, he halted his movement. Tear marks stained your face, your sleeves and pillow still damp with tears. His heart breaking at the sight, he chose his next moves. Kneeling beside the head of your bed, running his hand down your face. Collecting any missed tears.
He could feel your movement beneath his hand, he stayed cupping your face, running his other hand through your hair.
“Jack?” you groaned, unaware of what time it was, or when he got here.
“What’re you doing here?”
“I just got back, you’re always the first person I see.”
Slowly you sat up, letting him crawl in behind you, resting against his chest.
“You were crying, weren’t you?” The question made you wake up a bit more.
“What?”
“Don’t lie to me, there’s tears on your pillows and your cheeks are stained with them.” His voice was firm, but not in a mean way, more in a caring way.
“Maybe.”
“I’m worried about you.” the way his voice almost broke, made you break. Turning in his arms to bury your head into his chest, his hand rubbing circles on your back while you sobbed. The two of you stayed like that until you were almost asleep.
“Princess, stay awake for another minute, okay? Let’s talk.”
“Mhm” you hummed back, waiting for him to start.
“What happened?” He kept his voice soft and even, keeping a comforting tone.
“I don’t want to talk about it. It brought back the memories. I worked so hard to forget them, Jack.” the tears filling your eyes again.
“Oh baby.” he cooed, pulling you tight against him again, covering you in a sense of peace, home.
“I missed you Jack.”
“I missed you too, princess.”
“I love you.” his movements halted at the confession, sure you’d told him before but the way you said it this time, it was different.
“I love you too.” it was not his best reply when he just come to think, what if i’m in love with my best friend? But he hoped it’d suffice, it did not.
“Not like that, but it’s okay.” too tired to argue, too tired to try to tell him what you meant, you just left with that. Curling into him more, letting sleep cover you again.
“What do you mean ‘not like that’?”
“Jack, go to sleep.”
“No, I need to know.” his stubbornness making you groan.
“I am in love with you, Jack Rowden Hughes. Are you happy now? Let me sleep.” he was ecstatic, ignoring your complaining groans when he picked you up, spinning you around.
“Jack, what the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m in love with you too.”
“What?” your confusion making him laugh a little. “Don’t laugh, asshole.” you swatted at him.
“Did you think i was just going to ignore your confession, Princess you’ve been all I think about for years I don’t know how i didn’t figure it out sooner. I’ve been in love with you for years.”
He wasted no time after the words were in the air, leaning down to kiss you. Letting yourself melt against him, his lips were soft but chapped.
“I’ve wanted to do that for years.” he mumbled against your lips when you pulled slightly away, in need of air.
“I thought you never noticed you were in love with me?” you teased.
“Princess, that didn’t stop me picturing kissing you. Just to know what it’d be like.”
Letting the banter continue on for another minute, before you were interrupted by a yawn. Jack, finally noticing the time, was quick to get you back to bed.
“Where are you going?” you whined, when after he place you on the bed he began to leave.
“I just need some other clothes.”
“No, don’t go. Just steal the ones in my closet.”
“Oh so you admit you steal my clothes?”
“Always have, always will. They’re comfy and smell like you.” he almost melted at the confession.
“I can’t even be mad at you when you say that.” he mumbled, crawling behind you in bed, in the sweatshirt he had been looking for, for the past three months.
“I promise, no one will ever hurt you again.” he said, pressing a kiss against the top of your head. You smiled, almost burying yourself further into his chest.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, now let’s sleep, hmm?”
He barely heard the ‘mhm’ you mumbled out, just before passing out. Taking his cue to sleep as well, he place one more kiss on the top of your head, letting sleep catch up to him
#jack hughes imagine#jack hughes one shot#jack hughes#nj devils#new jersey devils#nhl imagine#mads writings!
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very submissive kept-boy coryo, but you're a soft dom and you just wanna take care of him forever when you realize how badly he needs you. dacryphilia, begging, coryo on his knees and loving it.
You blink rapidly in shock, your heart pounding in your chest at the sight of Coriolanus Snow down on his knees. For you.
You're usually so good with your words but you're speechless. Your face flushes.
Coriolanus moves forward on his knees a bit, eyes still filled with tears. The sight is odd for so many reasons. One being of course the situation itself, the second being - usually, you find men crying to be kind of funny. The way their face crumpled instantly, like they'd been holding back far too long and the sudden release of emotion was so great that they can't help but look so ugly you could hardly stand it.
But not Coriolanus. No, he's quite pretty with tears in his eyes, bottom lip trembling. You swallow hard.
"What can I do? Please, tell me." He begs, almost whining.
Your heart skips a beat, and you sigh. "Come here."
Coriolanus does, not bothering to get up off of his knees and instead shuffling forward towards you til he's right in front of you, hands still clasped. When he reaches you, you place your hands on his shoulders.
The second you touch him, his tears start to fall. He starts to lower his head to hide, but you won't let him, placing your fingers under his chin for a moment. Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest you think he might be able to hear it, and the sight of his tears falling sends a rush of heat through you.
"Please...please just tell me what I can do." He continues, definitely whining now. It's sweet, you think. Maybe you're making a mistake trying to end things.
"Well...this is a good start." You say, a little breathless. "I like you on your knees.”
Coriolanus blinks, and looks around a bit, up at you, down at himself, as if he just notices now that he's on his knees. He swallows hard, a few more tears falling. He nods. He'll stay on his knees, if that's what you want.
And it is what you want. You still want him - you just want him to crawl on his knees for you, give himself more fully. Til he has nothing left. That's what's missing. Coriolanus was still holding back, sweet as he was to you these past weeks.
You're beyond aroused. The tension had been building between you these last weeks, but nothing had been done about it. Coriolanus has been a near perfect gentleman, and you’re starting to understand why. You don’t necessarily know what you’re doing, but with Coriolanus on his knees in front of you, it seems nearly instinctual.
You touch his cheek. Tears are still coming, though slowly. Your thumb brushes along his wet skin, not wiping the tears away but rather caressing them into his pale skin.
“It’s okay,” You tell him softly.
“Y-you’re not gunna leave me?” Coriolanus asks, looking up into your face, his own full of hope.
“No…I’m not gonna leave you.” You tell him, and he releases almost a dramatically relieved sigh, tilting his cheek into your hand, eyes closed. “Not when you asked so nicely.” You add, watching his face for a reaction. Coriolanus sighs again, enjoying the compliments.
You lean in to whisper in his ear, “You like this, don’t you? Being on your knees for me?”
Your breath in his ear causes him to let out a whimper and you fully understand, as he nods his head, why Coriolanus was so hesitant to fully open up. It was bad enough the Snows were broke - even worse if the entire student body found out he gets off on being made to get down on his knees.
The house of Snow had fallen so hard and so far that now, he was down on his knees in front of you, crying and begging you not to leave with an erection tenting his black slacks. Just a little bit pathetic.
And you love it.
This somehow only makes Coriolanus more appealing, endearing.
“Are you hard for me, Coryo….? You love begging on you knees that much?” You ask him, voice a mixture of amazed, soothing, and teasing as you continue to whisper in his ear. He groans at the feel of your breath in his ear again, at the little bit of degradation. His hands unclasp and he grasps your waist, holding onto you as he nods.
This isn’t good enough for you.
“Use your words, Coriolanus. Tell me.”
He releases a frustrated whine, turning red. This isn’t easy for him, but that’s part of what’s making it so arousing.
“Say it.” You don’t even have to threaten him. He says it.
“Okay, okay, I-…I love…I love being on my knees for you.”
Both of you are breathing a little faster at the discovery of a new aspect of a relationship you thought was very nearly over.
How wrong you were.
“What do you want, Coryo?” You ask, because you genuinely want to know. Does he even fully know himself?
You pull away to look at his face. He does look confused, uncertain. You know he’s a virgin - he knows you’re not. You’re not incredibly experienced, but more so than he is.
But he manages to shock you again.
“I wanna…I wanna make you cum. Will you show me how? Please?”
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How about a yandere harpy/naga dad? It’s cool if you don’t wanna do it at that moment but I thought it’d be cool I guess.
Yandere Harpy Dad
Criticism welcome!
We need more Harpy content tbh, Nagas are overrated. Gave this guy a name, too! Guess what bird Micah is and you get bragging rights.
Warnings (Let me know if I missed any!): Murder, Child death, Overprotectiveness, Child murder
Usually, when harpy chicks hatch, they hatch in their nest with their parent(s) present. Clean and eager to meet you. While your parent was present, you weren’t in the nest. He also was anything but clean, covered in blood and eyes wide. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and the tips of his wings were covered in an odd mix of red, yellow, and clear sticky fluid. Looking back on it now, you realize that the two red lumps nearby were human corpses. The crushed pink thing around your size must’ve been your sibling.
You wonder if things would’ve been different had they not been broken open by hunters. And if your dad’s mate hadn’t been killed while he was away on a morning territory check.
You’re surprised you even remember that. Especially having to watch your dad dig a grave for your dead sibling, sobbing and murmuring apologies. Apologizing for not coming home sooner. Apologizing for not finding you sooner. Apologizing to your sibling for being careless. You remember him gingerly picking up the poor thing and lowering them into the grave before covering it up with dirt and nearby stones.
You remember him wiping his face with his muck-covered wings and trudging back over to you. “I’m sorry, baby,” He whispered, trying to calm you down. He can’t blame you for crying loudly. You just entered the world at the worst time possible. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…it’s okay. I’m Micah- I’m your Dad, it’s okay.”
Carefully, he gathered you into his talons and rose into the air. The flight home was slow and the cold air made you cry louder.
…
Being a single Dad was hard. Micah didn’t have his partners to help him raise you. One had died protecting you from another Harpy when you were still an egg. The other had been killed by the hunters that almost got away with you and your sib. Micah wouldn’t pair up with anyone else again. He didn’t need anyone. He could take care of you just fine. That, and other harpies of his breed rarely adopted hatchlings that weren’t their own.
His main worry when he went out was that he’d come back and you wouldn’t be there. Or you’d be dead. Or he’d return to see another harpy halfway through throwing you out of the nest and taking it for themself. So, unlike the other harpies, he’d bring back whole carcasses and wouldn’t leave your side until it was all gone. Micah made sure you learned how to fly as soon as you could, too, but would never let you go far.
If you did go far, like always, he was right by your side.
It got to the point where you had to be with him at all times. When he was out scavenging, getting a drink, and checking the borders he set up…he also made sure you were learning while on your outings.
Out of the many rules he set for you, the #1 was to never go beyond the border. Well- #1 was also “don’t go out flying without me.”
You remember the first time you broke that rule. You were twelve at the time, and you were curious. You were also tired of having to stay next to your dad 24/7, especially then. His wing had been wrapped around you, tucking you into his side. Somehow, you managed to wriggle out of his embrace and took off.
It was supposed to just be a peek, you wouldn’t go too far. But you got bored of seeing nothing but grassland and you kept going. When you finally saw a single tree you did an excited loop in the air. More trees followed after that one, and you found yourself gliding over several talon-fulls of trees while the moon fell from the sky.
Landing on a sturdy branch to rest your wings, you observed the new scenery. Everything was so…hidden. Completely different from the boring gorge you lived at, which was pure grassland, water, and rocks. Some shrubs here and there as well.
“Hiya,” A voice says. It startled you so badly that you jumped up into the air with a surprised squawk. You look down and see eight bright yellow eyes looking into your own. It looks like a bigger, half-human version of the spider you ate last week. Micah hadn’t been happy about that and made you cough it up.
“You’re…different. Daddy never told me harpies were bright orange like those flowers I was the other day!” The stranger observes. You sank back down onto the branch and made your first-ever friend. His name was Beryl, and he called himself a drider. A half-human half-spider monster. He was eleven years old, a few months younger than you. The two of you chatted for a while before another drider appeared from below. He was like Beryl, but twenty times his size and almost as intimidating as your dad.
After that, you flew back home as fast as you could, tucked yourself back under your dad’s wing, and shut your eyes. A few hours later, he woke you up so you two could go find breakfast together.
He wasn’t aware of your nightly adventures, or the new friend you made. Not until seven months later. To say he was furious was an understatement. To say that he wasn’t in his right state of mind at the time was also an understatement.
Micah woke up in the middle of the night alone. Wasting no time, he immediately got up and rocketed off of the precipice, rising high into the sky and searching the horizon. Once he spotted your younger frame he followed suit. Micah’s temper grew worse the farther out you went. This was way past the border and by the looks of it, you’ve gone out this far multiple times.
He panics for a moment when you disappear into the forest below, barreling down after you. What he sees next makes him lose it entirely.
A young drider creeping up behind you as you rested on a branch.
…
He didn’t stop. No matter how loudly you screamed and begged and pleaded, he wouldn’t stop. Even when Beryl’s once vibrant yellow eyes were dull, he didn’t stop.
Micah came out of nowhere. First, Beryl was playfully scaring you. The next he was grabbed by the shoulders and violently dropped to the ground. Micah followed him down, talons piercing through his exoskeleton and tearing. Clawing. Pulling. By the time Beryl’s father arrived it was too late and Micah was carrying you back to the nest, the blood on his talons getting all over your skin and feathers.
When you got back he wasn’t done. Micah had ripped out your flight feathers while scolding you. “You could’ve been eaten,” this and, “I told you to stay by my side” that. You didn’t listen, though. You were too busy crying your eyes out.
That was then, though. And this is now. Your flight feathers have grown back and once again, you’re tucked into your Dad’s side. With practiced grace, you slip out from under him and back away to the edge.
You’re going Northwest this time. You wish you could go back and find Beryl’s dad and apologize for what happened all those years ago, but he’d probably kill you. That’s also the first direction Micah would search. With a deep breath, you turn around and take off.
He had this coming. And he wouldn’t ever find you again.
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You look good today! Drink water and remember to get plenty of rest.
#yandere#yandere dad#yandad#Harpy#Yandere Harpy#Platonic#platonic yandere#yandere platonic#Platonic yandere harpy#yandere imagine#dad yandere#monster dad
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