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haesunflower · 1 year

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random boyfriend things with zb1

genre: fluff

pairing: reader (gn) x all members of zerobaseone (except yujin)

about/tags: one or two random actions that zb1 does when you're in a relationship with them

thank you anon for req, i think my fluff is improving! bullet point headcanons

⠀⠀ kim jiwoong ⠀⠀

massages.

jiwoong randomly takes your hand sometimes and just rubs it. if you're lying down on his chest, he also likes to run his hand through your hair, massaging your scalp. and when you come home after a long day of work and just plop on the couch, he brings your legs up to put it on his lap, massaging the tension away at your feet

he does this without even asking, and goes about engaging in conversation with you like normal.

"jiwoong, you don't have to do that"

"but I want to, babe."

you return the favor after, and after a while you start to think that maybe he gives you massages because he wants one back

If you're both too exhausted, jiwoong likes to prepare warm baths for the both of you to relax in. while he draws the bath with essential oils, you light the candles.

you melt into his chest, basking in the warm water and the presence of the man you love.

⠀⠀ zhang hao ⠀⠀

whispers kisses into your ear.

hao likes to come closer to you to whisper into your ear. you'd think it would be some super important secret but it's usually something along the lines of "you look so beautiful today"

it sends shivers down your spine, and your ears turn red immediately

he seals it with a kiss, peppering kissing along your jaw as well

"hao that tickles!" – he likes it when you giggle at him

he enjoys that in moments like these, even with other people around, it's like the both of you are in your own little world.

⠀⠀ sung hanbin ⠀⠀

he sends you pictures of everything.

hanbin likes to keep you updated, so on days when he can't see you, he'll take a picture of the sky, the food he ate that day, the literal cat he bumped into on the way home, and cute little selfies as a good night present. he gives you the play by play – what song he was listening to, or the thoughts he had of you.

"saw this flower, and it smells like your hair. miss you!"

you find joy in reading about his day, and you find yourself doing the same thing with him

hanbin also has a nagging nature, making sure you drink your vitamins, eat all your meals, and get enough sleep

he rewards you with head pats :( a soft and cute reward

⠀⠀ seok matthew ⠀⠀

absentmindedly drawing circles on your skin.

he doesn’t even realize it (you think) but he draws on your skin with his fingertips. it might be a comfort thing for matthew, so you find it endearing. if you're watching a an anime movie on the couch, his arms are wrapped around your shoulders and he's tracing incoherent things on your arm. or he's gently rubbing his hands all over your legs or thighs back and forth, softly scratching with his nails.

"did you need something, matt?"

– "huh? nothing why?"

you just smile at him and he continues his ministrations like usual

it has become your comfort thing too. :')

⠀⠀ kim taerae ⠀⠀

cuddling. but specifically making you lay down on this chest or shoulder as he hums a tune or plays the guitar.

if he's playing guitar, he places your head on his shoulder as he softly strums the instrument. you are mesmerized by how he plays, and you space out to the music

if you're lying down, your head is on his chest and you feel the vibrations of his humming reverberating in your ears. he also likes to plant small, chaste, kisses on your head as you softly lull to sleep.

he sings to you in your sleep, but you don't know that. and it's always in a tiny voice because he's afraid to wake you up.

perhaps all your good dreams are thanks to him ♡

⠀⠀ ricky ⠀⠀

has an extra of everything for you.

at first, it was just about carrying an extra jacket because you get cold easily, but it has evolved to secretly buying things for you and phrasing it as “oh I had this lying around” (because he knows you don’t like it when he spends too much on mundane things for you). so when you ran out of chapstick or couldn't find your ponytail and he whipped one out of his pocket, you're suspicious but thankful.

even though you both think it's cheesy, you also get very "subtle" couple items

like rings, yeah that's right... you have matching rings

jokingly, you say "what are these, promise rings?"

"yeah." :'D

⠀⠀ kim gyuvin ⠀⠀

hand holding and casually playing with your hands.

gyuvin does this thing where he holds your hands and does random things with it. he'd sandwhich it inbetween his own, or make your hands clap. most of the time, he does it on purpose to entertain himself - but there are moments where he does it out of habit.

even if you're talking to another person, your hand are linked together when he places both your hands into his hoodie pocket. and when he's behind you, he'd wrap his arms around your waist and fiddle with both your hands.

he does this so often that people are so used to it already, deadass no one questions it. like you’re having a serious convo with a friend and he’s just doing that ugh cute.

⠀⠀ park gunwook ⠀⠀

standing behind you, protecting you. kinda like a guard dog.

even if there’s no threat, he just likes standing and towering behind you. he likes the physical and visual confirmation that all is well because he can see the whole environment from this angle. his heart skips a beat when you lean on to him, your back to his chest.

when he’s standing behind you, it somehow makes him feel useful and loved tkejfkf. he finds himself gently nudging or guiding you on where to go. or sometimes, he'd just follow wherever you lead like a large puppy.

if you're in a crowded place though, he likes to interlock pinkies with you so you don't lose each other, ya'll are clingy like that

A/N: no yujin since this is a romantic context!

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k2ntoss · 4 months

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thinking more about sidekick!reader being john's mini-me, I'm really liking the idea that john also taught them how to play either the bass or the guitar (i headcanon that despite being designated the lead singer for mucous membrane, he did also know how to play everyone else's instruments, just in case) and then years down the line, reader can teach jay and maybe gets a little flustered watching him try a short riff or some chords on his own (i'm def projecting here, but something about a guy playing guitar/bass just gets to me like mmm, hot)

-🦊

SORRY FOR REPLYING SO LATE i'm having a dry brains trouble and it's fucking annoying.

love that headcanon of yours because i would die to see john playing any instrument SO LET'S GO.

since you became john's apprentice he has grown a little attached to you (he says it's just a little and tries his best to act annoyed but grumpy old man is just being a grumpy dad) so he decided not to teach you just about magic and demons, he has also shown you what his life was like before, teaching you to play the guitar as a way to bond between you both.

it was a nice memory, it made you happy so why not doing the same with the guy you loved the most? after meeting jason he got interested in the pretty fender that sat on a corner of your apartment "you know how to play?" he asks you the fifth time he is at your place and when you nod he looks at you like you were a star shining in front of him. you know he wants you to teach him and there's no doubt, you will love to.

after a year since you started dating he seemed to have lost a little interest on it and you can't blame him, so it did surprised you the day you went to his house just to be met by the sound of the strings being touched as if he was trying to get right some chords.

jason is sitting on his couch, legs a bit spread as his back lays against the back of the furniture while his fingers works with precision as you recognize the rhythm of 'kickstart my heart' by mötley crüe and a chill runs down your spine at the sight because his arms flexed a little around the instrument and one of his hands wraps in a way that makes his veins pop.

the whole view is making your brain work a little too much, your thoughts focused on how hot he looks until the point you don't even notice he stops playing and he's now looking at you with a small smirk.

"are you enjoying the show, princess?"

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hemmohaze · 2 months

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The One Where They’re Quarantined Together

June 2020

Gabriella’s been living with Luke since Los Angeles issued a shelter in place order for the entire state so he suggested instead of her commuting from Orange County from her apartment to his house everyday, just move her stuff in.

101 Dalmatians was playing as background noise for Petunia and her new cocker spaniel she adopted through a friend of Crystal. She named her Rowan. The two dogs immediately getting along the minute she brought her home.

Gabriella got up from their bed and slipped her feet in her fuzzy slippers, her feet muffling any sound as she made her way down the kitchen and making a pineapple açaí bowl she's been craving for the past 2 hours. She heard four sets of paws running towards her as she hit her leg and gave her best puppy eyes.

"You want some pineapple girlies?" She baby talked them. Their tails wagging back and forth.

Gabriella threw three individual slices of the fruit on the floor as Petunia and Rowan ate it and Petunia waddled to the couch while Rowan played with her turtle chew toy.

She heard the noise of a guitar and faint singing coming from the basement. Figuring she hasn't seen Luke in a while, she made him a glass of iced water. Whenever he’s writing music time isn’t a thing to him.

She trotted downstairs trying to muffle the sound her steps as she reached the dimly lit room, The Mac book being the only source of light in the space.

She knew about his life on the road from such a young age. He was constantly on the go and this is the first time in 5 years he's had a chance to sit back and relax. Except that's the farthest thing he was doing. Standing in the doorway he doesn’t even acknowledge her presence, way too focused on the guitar sitting on his lap and the voice memo he’s recording.

Gabriella likes to sit in the room with him sometimes whenever he's been writing and to give him some ideas or just company. It makes her feel peaceful and relaxed listening to his voice. He’s so creative and that’s something she admired about him.

She walked up to him and placed her chin on his broad shoulder. "Hey."

He turned around and looked at her, already smiling at her. "Hi."

"I got you some water." She stated as she put the glass down.

He rubbed his eyes and silently thanked her with a kiss on the lips and gesturing for her to take a seat next him.

She took a seat on the couch in the corner of the room being careful to not trip on any stray wires to sit next to him. Laying her head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her back, fingertips brushing against her exposed spine.

“You okay baby? That sounds a little too sad? Even for you.” She asked concerned.

He smiles somberly and almost looked amused. “It’s not meant to sound that sad to be completely honest with you. It’s more of a look into how seventeen year old me felt as a teenager at the time y’know thick into the music industry. I have most of the lyrics but now I needed a guitar riff for it.” He explained.

“Can I hear the full song or whatever you have?” Bianca asked softly looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Course you can baby.” He smiled at her, picking up the blue guitar.

"All this running in motion time slips by till you’re lost in your mind,” He starts until he gets to the end of what he has. Looking up from his guitar he sees faint tears in his girlfriend’s eyes, making him concerned.

“What’s wrong?? Do you not like it.” He quickly asked.

"It's so beautifully sad Lu." She laughed through a sob.

"So these are happy tears right??" He questioned unsurely.

She nodded and threw her head back in laughter.

"But 3 days from now is CALM release day! Aren’t you so excited! " She shook his shoulders excitedly.

“I’m gonna be severely underwhelmed.” He joked making Gabriella slap his chest.

“You little shit.”

——————

Gabriella took the album release very seriously around the house as she bought a cake from Publix and noise makers in the color scheme of the album. She also delivered the noise makers to the other boys front porch’s and a little care package for them since they definitely all won’t be able to hang out as a group for a while.

She decided to be a good girlfriend and make celebratory waffles for all of the bands hard work that finally paid off. On her mind was also a celebratory blowjob for Luke, but he didn't need to know all her plans

Luke smelled waffles and groaned slightly as he pushed Petunia off his leg as she looked at him with a face that read 'I wanna murder you'

He slid on a t shirt and walked downstairs to see Gabriella listening to 'Vapor' as she cleaned the kitchen up in nothing but an oversized sweatshirt and some purple lace panties.

"I want to breathe you in like a vapor I want to be the one you remember." She sung to Rowan in her arms.

"Really? You couldn't have picked something from Youngblood to sing to her. At least thats two years instead of 5.” He laughed at her swaying the puppy who yipped at Luke to get his attention.

"Sounds Good Feels Good was the reason I became a fan so this album is special to me. Plus I went to Sounds Live Feels Live in LA with my best friend and that’s when I fell in love with you so don’t even." She defended.

“Whatever makes you happy.”

“Your voice is a blessing her puppy ears to the pop punk goodness that is Sounds Good Feels Good. I don’t think you should be treating me like this whenever I woke up extra early and made you waffles.” She pushed the plate towards him and a cup of coffee.

———

The band took shifts over their instagram live later that evening. First it was Ash by himself on an iPad, might add. Then Micheal and Calum, yet Micheal’s phone died before he could talk about Best Years. Now it was Luke’s turn.

Gabriella sat curled in a fluffy blanket on their shared bed rewatching Vampire Diaries while Luke attempted to join Calum on his livestream. He finally got it to work after 2 minutes of Calum struggling.

“How old are you Cal? 90?” Gabriella joked as soon as Luke joined Calum, the two yelling in excitement of seeing each other.

“Did Ella just call me old?” Calum’s laughter rang through the phone.

“Sure did dude.”

Luke shook his head slightly, reading the comments of people calling his girlfriend funny and asking where she is.

“Lemme give the children what they want.” He sighed in fake annoyance turning the phone to Gabriella who waved her hand with a smile. “Hi you guys!”

“What are you drinking, wait lemme guess.” Calum asked as he saw Luke’s tequila cup when he turned the phone back around.

“Ahhh tewqulia.”

“We ran outta beer so second best option here.”

“Bit of naughty water.” Luke said in a weird english accent that made Gabriella chuckle slightly.

At some point during their segment they started talking about cake flavors instead of the album tracks.

“How do you not like red velvet cake??” Calum asked in pure confusion.

“Well, it’s not the fact I don’t like it. I mean- you don’t go to a birthday party and they sing happy birthday and then they cut the cake, you’re like ‘eh red velvet cant wait to eat this one.’

Sometime during that conversation Gabriella ended up falling asleep. Luke gathered Petunia and Rowan so they could go potty before they slept anywhere near their room or in Rowan’s case on the bed since she always finds some way to sleep on Gabriella.

“Ella.” He whispered shaking her shoulder slightly. “How did you fall asleep that fast?”

“The sound of your annoying voice lulled me to sleep.” She laughed slightly.

The two laid together later cuddled up watching some random rom com but it was mostly background noise as they were heavily making out. Gabriella pulled on his lap as he took in her appearance. Black ribbed tank top and some blue silk shorts she got in some sale at La Perla a couple years ago.

Luke pulled back slightly and leaned his forehead on hers. “I think I heard something about a blowjob earlier this morning. I think I deserve one now that the album’s officially out.”

“Hm maybe you do for all your late nights and hard work.”

She quietly tied her hair up before moving down and kissing his waistband of his shorts, inflecting a groan from him. She pulled his dick from his basketball shorts as her eyes widened in excitement. Nothing compared when she got to suck him off.

“Shit.” He cursed when he felt her tongue kitten lick his tip.

She spit in her hand and slowly jerked him off. She slipped him as far as she could go and jerked the rest she couldn’t in her freshly manicured hands.

“Your mouth is so good.” He groaned as she made a choking noise.

She knew he was close by the way he was basically whining for her mouth as she widened her green eyes more making her look innocent as ever as spit covered her chin.

“Fuck, open your mouth.” He quickly said.

She obeyed as she stuck out her tongue waiting for his release, she felt it coat her mouth and some on her chest. Gabriella stuck out her tounge proudly displaying nothing.

“Good girl.”

He pulled his shorts back up his legs and grabbed a tissue, cleaning his release up off her chest.

Her hair clung to her sweaty neck due to the heat of the room as she had a dazed out look in her eyes.

“You okay??” Luke questioned noticing her dazed and confused look.

She nodded and climbed on top of him and laid her head on his chest.

“Happy album release,” She smirked grabbing a yellow noise maker from the bedside table and blowing it into his ear making him flinch.

“Jesus Christ.”

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late-night-talking · 2 years

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Taco Tuesday

a/n: Soooo, this is my first fic post on tumblr, and my first writing since I was a wee teen like 7 years ago, lmao. Be gentle, but I would love feedback on improvements! I hope I captured his accent well, I tried to draw from some popular writers. Hope to be writing more, I love wolfrry so definitely some of that to come! Xoxo- R

word count: 2.6k

summary: stressed Harry comes home, Y/N makes it better with tacos, and a shower ;)

warnings: angsty (kinda, not really?), female masturbation, smut (minors dni)

She was tired. Mostly mentally, dealing with her own demons, but that takes a physical toll as well. Laying across the couch, where she had been the majority of the day, she hears the sound of the garage opening, closing, then the door opening, then closing with a thud.

Y/N watches Harry walk down the hall, craning her neck to get a good look at him. Joggers and a well-loved shirt hang off his body as he kicks his trainers off, his spiraling hair falling in his face, only to be pushed back, in annoyance. Silence still between them, thoughts surging her mind.

“Hi, how was your day?” she asks, meekly, looking over at him with doe eyes.

“Can I get it over with ‘fore I talk ‘bout it.” He doesn’t phrase it as a question, walking into his office with purpose.

She thinks he must have been a hard day at the studio, most of the week had been difficult, him working in his office after the studio, for hours, which wasn’t the norm. But Harry hadn’t been so curt with her, at least giving her an ‘Ello, lovie’ and a peck on her lips before going into the office.

It, of course, made her mind swirl with what she could have done wrong. Last night was fine, him falling asleep with her hand smoothing over his back, after having a slow love making session. And today, even though Y/N’s mind wanted the worst of her, she mustered the energy to do some house work, making it clean and tidy.

She let the seemingly large space between them rest a bit, diverting her own thoughts to her phone, mindlessly scrolling. Finally summoning the energy (and courage) to meander into his office.

The door was cracked slightly, and taking a peek in, she saw his shoulders slumped, elbows on the table top, the golden skin of his arms littered with tattoos flexing a bit , hands mussed in his brunette curls, sitting in front of the mixing console. It wasn’t as large as the ones they had in studio, but he said it did it’s job of reminding him how he wanted certain sounds. In front of him he had his journal and MacBook open, with one of his many guitars leaning on the desk to the right of him.

Without a word, Y/N pushes the door open gently, her legs making enough swishing sounds to let Harry know she was there. He straightened a bit, leaning back in the chair with a sigh. Her hands made their way to his shoulders of their own volition.

Squeezing his shoulders a bit and raking her hands through his hair, had Harry melting, with soft moans falling from his plush lips. Catching Y/N’s wrist, he gently guides her down to his eye level, giving her a peck on her own sumptuous lips, swollen and red-tinged from obliviously biting and mushing them together from her earlier anxiety.

“M’sorry for earlier.” he breathes against her. “Feelin’ like all the studio brings, recently, is stress. Know it’ll pass eventually. Hang in there fo’ meh, yeah, poppet?”

All she can do is hum a contented sigh, muttering, “I know. Wish there was more I could do to help ya.”

“Oh, darlin’, you’re ma muse baby. Couldn’t do any of it without ya.” Harry mumbles with a smirk playing on his lips, so close to hers he can feel her warm breath, making him shiver to his spine. “S’why ‘m stressed, want everything ta be perfect, from the lyrics, to the bass, jus’ like ma girl. Perfect, perfect girl.”

A smile can’t help but spread across Y/N’s face. He thought she was perfect. Not that he didn’t tell her all the time, but some times she needed more reassurance than others. “Sounds like you’re having a time finding all the right pieces, but I know you and the guys will find the perfect sound, you always do. Can you be done for the day? You deserve a break, you’ve worked hard all week. Plus, it’s taco Tuesday, and you know how busy they get later in the night.”

The thought sharing a meal together makes both of them smile, soon heading out the door to get delicious tacos.

- - - - - - -

With their bellies satiated with fresh food from the truck down the street, they tuck in on the couch, Harry grabbing the Xbox controller to settle on his latest game. Letting her food settle a bit, enjoying watching Harry play, Y/N decides to take a quick shower to wash off the humidity from the night.

“I’m going to hop in the shower, lovie” she says, giving a peck on his cheek, earning a hum from him.

“M’kay, petal. Ya know where ta find meh, darlin’.” Harry mutters, focused on his game.

Swaying up the stairs, Y/N turns the shower on, letting the warm water reach the shower head. Throwing her hair up in a high bun, grabbing a towel, and taking off her rings, she has a last minute thought to grab her favorite sex toy. She usually doesn’t feel the need to get herself off, with her sex god of a husband, but she thought to herself, why not.

She pulled the toy out of it’s satin bag, the ‘clit sucker 3000’ Harry likes to call it. She’ll usually just smack his arm a bit before getting it to work. But she’s alone at the moment, so no jokes are made.

Before hoping in the shower for some alone time, she takes a peak at the pictures she has of Harry that turn her on. They’re not inherently sex photos, but the subject of them turns her to jelly.

Some of them are photos she’s personally taken of him when he looks especially yummy. Towels hanging low on Harry’s hips, showing off the V shape his muscles make in between his hips, water droplets dotting his body, hair wet and pushed back. Pictures of Harry in bed from the waist up, taken from the angle on Y/N sitting on him. The morning sunlight flecking over his face and tattooed chest, with a small smile on his lips, eyes closed in contentment.

Some pictures, though, are taken from him on stage. Some from the photographers that he’s chosen to bring on tour, but some from fans. She can’t lie, the fans had good taste, and good angles, getting him from a 360 point of view.

Most recently, her favorite was the pictures of Harry in his denim get up, pants and a vest, bare chest showing off his muscles and tattoos. It made her salivate, thinking back to that evening when he got off stage, Y/N instructed him to leave them on, desperately shoving his pants down enough to pull his already growing erection out of them. She sucked him roughly, and he fucked her back just as feverishly.

She already felt heat going straight to her core just viewing her husband on her phone. She stepped into the steaming shower, letting the hot water wash over her shoulders and back, releasing any tension from the day. Turning the toy on, Y/N put it straight to her center, whirling it around a bit to push her already swollen folds to the side. When it hit the spot the thing was literally made for, her knees almost buckled.

Moving to the tiled bench in the shower, she flung some water on it, trying to warm it up some before sitting down. She reveled in the feelings, warm water splashing on her periodically, toy vibrating on her most sensitive spot, the muscles of her legs and stomach contracting with each wave of pleasure, small moans making it past her lips.

But something was missing. She felt empty, feeling her pussy clenching around nothing, when she knew Harry would be happy to oblige, she cries out his name, half a moan, half a beckoning for him. She knows he may not hear her, his game probably engulfing him.

So she removes the toy from herself, partly stepping out of the shower, drying her hands quickly. She opens her phone to Harrys contact, quickly typing.

“Are you in a game?”, she hopes he isn’t.

“No. Do you want me to quit the queue?” Harry texts back quickly. His mind jumps to the worst, hoping she isn’t hurt or upset.

“Can you come fuck me?” Y/N texts back quickly.

The text bubbles appear, then disappear quickly. She imagines him throwing his phone on the couch, tripping over himself to make it to their bathroom as quickly as possible. It brings a smirk to her face as she gets back in the shower, standing and putting the toy back between her legs.

As quickly as she can get it back on herself, the bathroom door is flinging open. Y/N meets Harry’s eyes, dark with lust. “Ya playin’ with yaself, pet?” He murmurs as he quickly pulls his shirt over his head, pushing his joggers and briefs down in one fell swoop, leaving him naked, save the rings on his fingers that he doesn’t bother taking off. His cock is already stiff, proudly standing, reaching his belly button.

All she can muster is a hum, that sounds more like a moan, “I need your cock, H, please.” She sounds so needy, and he loves it. He loves it so much he has to make her beg for it some more.

He strides into the large tiled shower, pressing the front of his body against her damp one, cold from being out of the shower for a brief moment, goosebumps gracing her chest and arms, her nipples already pulled into tight buds.

“Ya need it even when ya tryin’ ta please ya self, huh?” Harry whispers against the shell of her ear, only to place hot, open mouthed kisses against her neck.

“Please, H. M’ so empty, need you to fill me up.” Y/N all but whines, suddenly gripping his cock firmly, giving it a few pumps, the way she knows he likes.

A groan falls from Harry’s lips, as he allows for his head to lull back a bit. His ringed fingers find their way to Y/N’s core, pushing the toy, she previously had glued to her clit, to the side. She abandons it to the bench, without a second thought, as his fingers glide smoothly against her folds and a gasp escapes her lips.

“Mmhm, so slick for meh already, petal. C’mere, outta the water. Not good lube, ya know.” Harry gently pulls her away from the stream of warm water. He knows if she doesn’t give her what’s she’s asked for, she’ll take it for herself, when would admittedly be unbelievably hot, but he’s just as needy as she is at the moment.

He reaches his tattooed arm towards the crook of her leg, bringing it up close to her chest, leaving her only one foot to balance on. Before she can complain about it, he lines his dripping cock to her folds, soaking his prick in her arousal, bumping against her clit on the swipe up.

Moans fall from both their mouths, and Harry pushes into her dripping hole, soon to be sheathed into her, the perfect tightness gripping him.

“Fuck, H. Just what I needed.” Y/N breathes against his lips, capturing the bottom one in her teeth. Before she can get too unstable on one foot, he wraps his other arm around her waist, gripping her tightly all the way around her back, to her other hip, where his hand clutches so tightly it’ll leave finger shaped bruises.

Harry begins a steady pace, careful not to drill too relentlessly for Y/N to loose her footing. As he bores into her, keeping her steady, moans falling from both of their mouths, as he glides over the spongy spot inside her, passing it and reaching deep with the position they’re in.

“God damn, Y/N, feel s’good round me cock.” Harry mutters, while burying his face in her neck, her sweet natural smell filling his nostrils.

“Harry,” she whines in his ear, “gettin’ wobbly, fuck me from behind.” Y/N whimpers, kissing over his chest.

“Got you baby.” Harry whispers, pulling out, with a whine coming from her. He gently sets her leg down, and moved to the side, giving her a moment to get the feeling back in it, before removing his arm from her waist, up to the middle of her back to push her over.

Y/N eagerly arches her back, using the bench in front of her for stability. Ass in the air, she looks behind her to see Harry, too lost at the beautiful sight in front of him to look at her immediately. When their eyes meet, his are even darker, if possible. The look in her own eyes is all he needs to shroud himself back in her, ringed hands tightly gripping her hips.

He establishes a deliberate pace that has Y/N snapping her hips back to meet his. The only sound in the shower, save the ambient water falling and obscene noises coming from their meeting place, are whimpers falling from her lips, and quick groans falling from his. Unbeknownst to Harry, Y/N has attached the clit sucker 3000 back to it’s home, causing her knees to buckle a bit, moans getting louder and more consistent.

“C’mon pet, let me feel you cum.” Harry bellows to her, with a sharp smack to her ass.

She yelps, grinding her ass back onto him, in the beat of his now relentless pace.

“Shit, H. You fill me up so well. Oh, god. Fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” She chants, head falling forward, and body relaxing a bit.

“My, god. Takin’ me so well. Wanted meh to fill you up? Damn, baby, bout to fill you up even more.” Harry grunts between thrusts, seconds away from his own release.

“Give it to me Harry, god, I want it.” She encourages.

That’s all he needed to fall over the edge, her name falling past his lips, as he continues to rut into her until he’s too sensitive to continue. He watches as his seed seeps out of her. A sight to behold, he thinks.

He removes himself from her, earning a bit of a hiss from both of them.

“H, feel like I’m in a fish bowl, can’t hear right.” She breathes as she moves to sit on the bench. She looks up at him, eyes still blown with lust, but now hooded doe eyes mixed in, gazing up at him.

A chuckle leaves his chest, his hand coming to rest on her cheek, and she leans into it.

“Filled ya up too much, huh, petal? Got your ears feeling underwater? M’sorry lovie, I’ll give it to you a lil’ less next time yea?” He jokes, knowing that won’t be happening. He watches as a scowl reaches her face.

He leans down to kiss it away, but Y/N’s hand sneaks it’s way around Harry’s neck, keeping him there for a beat longer.

“Need ta wash me dick now.” He chuckles.

Before he can move, she’s reaching for the body wash on the bench next to her, pouring some into her hand. He believes it’s for her, for a moment, until she reaches up and gently applies it to him, starting on his well-groomed pubic hair.

Gingerly, she moves around his cock, softly grasping it, just enough to clean. Then even more lightly, moving to his balls, moving around just to get the suds there.

“Didn’t take you long to get hard earlier.” She smirks to herself, remembering he had a hard on as soon as he waltzed into the bathroom.

“Never long ta get a proper stiffy for you, pet. Got it half way to the stairs, hadn’t even reached them.” He mutters, smoothing over her shoulder.

“Alright, yah cleaned meh up, your turn now, lovie.” Harry guides her by her hand into the water, slowly sudsing her smooth body, loving every crevice and relaxed moan she’ll give him.

fin.

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auroracalisto · 2 years

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pillow fort — this would be the first time you had stayed the night with eddie, ever. and in a bout of anxiety, he creates an abode of comfort. calmness was not in his nature. word count: 1.2k words tw: gn!reader, pre-established relationship, nervous eddie, eddie totally freaking out and not being like those other fics where he's super confident and shit until reader arrives cuz that's his babe, he can't be worried and shit in front of them (gotta be dramatic for his one and only), reader is said to like the labyrinth a/n: requested by @rebel-redwinchester ♡

Eddie was nervous.

Having you stay over for the first time was a big step, yes, but the fact that you were staying just made him even more stressed. What would you say when you saw his room? What the hell was he thinking? You’ve seen it all before. You’ve been to his trailer before. So why the hell was he so nervous?

Maybe you’d realize he was just as weird as everyone said he was if you stayed the whole night with him. Perhaps something would happen and then like a bad deal of poker, he’d fold and completely ruin everything. No, he was being ridiculous. Why the hell would any of that happen?

Why wouldn’t it?

But… maybe he was too hard on himself. He always was, and you always knew exactly what to say. But you weren’t here, and you wouldn’t be at his trailer for another two hours.

Should he cancel? He should call you up, telling you something happened and you can’t come over tonight. You’d have to make a rain check, because he chickened out last minute.

Eddie groaned, throwing himself back on his bed. He ran a hand over his face, his skin warm against his fingers.

“Shit!” he shouted up at the ceiling, a hand coming down to comb through his hair. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Eddie sat up.

He just had to get this over with.

You were his lover—his best friend. No one else’s. You wouldn’t make fun of him for anything. You wouldn’t just leave him. After all, you were coming to stay with him because you wanted to. He was being ridiculous. The crappy inner monologue needed to stop—you’d be here in a matter of time, and he’d still be laying there, wallowing in whatever anxiety had weaseled itself into his brain.

“Alright,” he breathed in, looking down at his hands for just a moment before they both formed a tight fist. “What would y/n do?”

He stood up from his bed, pacing back and forth for a minute. He already had food, and the movie selection was already picked out for the night, much to his dismay. He had music on standby, and his sweet guitar was ready for anything. But what could he do for you? To make your first night with him memorable?

He slammed his fist down into the palm of his hand, looking towards his bed.

“Blankets. I need blankets,” he said.

He rushed to the hall closet, pulling out as many as he could. He then threw them all on his bed, finding as many pillows as he could as well. He didn’t take any from his uncle's bed, or the couch, but he managed to find a couple more stowed away.

And then he set off to work.

Time passed quickly as Eddie made a pillow fort, laying extra blankets over his bed and his floor. It wasn’t much, given the limited space he had, but he made it as comfortable as he possibly could.

And then you knocked.

Eddie looked up from the mess he had strategically created, eyes comically wide.

“Shit,” he breathed out, scrambling to his feet. He pulled on his leather jacket, checking himself once more in the bathroom mirror before he rushed out to the door.

He pushed it open, smiling widely once he saw you.

“Well, hello there, your majesty,” he said, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. “Come on in, if you dare.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, earning a soft laugh from you as you pushed through, sitting your duffle bag down on the counter.

“Where’s Wayne?”

“Already left for work,” he said, running a hand through his frizzy hair. “Just me and you for the night.”

You could feel your nerves creeping up your spine, cheeks burning as you looked back at him. “So what do you have planned, Munson?”

“What do I have planned?” he repeated, moving forward to wrap his arms around your torso. You had been dating for some time, now. Why was he so nervous?

Eddie grinned. “Maybe we could watch a movie. I rented that one you said you wanted to watch,” he said.

“You got Labyrinth?” you laughed. “Eddie Munson. No fucking way.”

“Yes, way,” he rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

Eddie moved past you and grabbed your duffle bag, sliding his hand into yours before leading you back to his bedroom. He tossed your things to the side, glancing back at you as you looked at the pillow fort.

You let out a laugh, a smile spreading across your face. “Oh my god, what is this?”

“What does it look like?” he asked, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t about to admit he made it in a fit of panic. You didn’t need to know that.

“I love it. I haven’t made one since I was a kid,” you grinned, turning to face Eddie as you walked back to sit on the edge of his bed.

“Be careful!” he nearly shouted, lunging forward to keep a pillow from falling—if it did, it would mess the entire fort up. He looked up at you, realizing you were in close proximity due to his reaction. He began to grin. “Can’t have my castle crumbling, now can I? Not when its royal ruler just got here.”

“You’re full of shit,” you scoffed, unable to hide your smile.

“You know it,” he winked, pecking your lips quickly before he stood back up, placing his hands on his hips and admiring his work—well, mostly you, but he didn’t say that.

Realization dawned on him, the man sporting an agonizing expression as he suddenly fell to his knees. “Oh, shit, I should’ve put this in the living room!”

You burst out in a fit of laughter, your hands reaching forward and gripping onto the edge of his leather jacket. “It’s fine here,” you said, smiling. “We’ll just have to make sure to come back in here after the movie.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, looking up at you. “Yeah, yeah,” he huffed.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead, making him pause. His eyes grew wide and he leaned against your lips, the anxiety he felt just moments ago slowly melting away. It didn’t matter that he was nervous about you being there—you’d take it as it was. He smiled as you pulled back, watching as you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Thank you, Eddie,” you said.

“For what?”

His head tilted curiously as he awaited your answer.

“For being you.”

Eddie paused, his eyes frozen on yours before he sprung forward, hands on your arms, causing you both to fall back on his bed—the pillow fort falling in several places, but still standing for the most part.

You let out a surprised gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes. “What was that—“

Eddie cut you off with a swift kiss to the lips, his nose dangerously close to touching yours.

“Thank you,” he said, a cheeky grin on his lips. “Now let’s go watch that movie before I mess any more of this shit up.”

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mxtantrights · 1 year

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we could listen to mötley crüe

figured why not type out one of these for Eddie? He's got to know that he's a heartthrob in Hawkins. Of course, the song used is Home Sweet Home by Mötley Crüe. hope you enjoy, and stick around because there will be a part two!!

If you had to describe how you feel with Eddie you couldn't really ever find the right words. He's better than a supernova and all the northern lights combined. And he makes you feel like waves crashing against rocks on some days. Other days he makes you feel like a cloud passing over the sun.

No you don't think you could find the words to describe how you feel with Eddie. But Home could best describe it. I mean what else would someone like Eddie Munson feel like?

Of course he's none the wiser to how you feel. It's pretty hard to put yourself out there in Hawkins in general. But to have feelings for the one guy that could actually be a rockstar in the future and blow this place like a popsicle stand? Yeah there was no way you'd ever tell him.

For now you'd stick to what you have now. And what you have now with him is a strongly platonic relationship built on years of trust and sleepovers at each other's trailers. He helps you put nail polish on and you help him draw creatures for his campaign.

If you can't have Eddie in the romantic sense, you would rather have him like this than not at all. Losing him would make sense to you. It would be like that feeling of walking around thinking you were about to do something but you can't remember what exactly. You hate that feeling already. So you know you'd hate it even more if you lost Eddie.

Besides you were strong minded, hard-headed as Eddie would put it, you could stick to the plan to not tell him. It was easy really, as long as other people weren't around.

Some of his band mates had teased him that you probably had a crush on him but he laughed it off. You were there, you remember the moment very clearly. It's why you can't say anything.

And you've placated Robin and Steve to keep their mouths shut too. They somehow picked up on your feelings for him. They've said you sometimes stare at him like he put the moon in the sky-which seems absurd! Eddie could do so much. more than put the moon in the sky he could turn all the planets on their axis. But you don't tell Steve and Robin that.

The hardest to convince to keep quiet was Dustin. He was Eddies' best friend. They shared a lot of things together. They spent most of their time together too. If Eddie wasn't with you he was almost certainly with Dustin.

Dustin was the last to really see how you felt. When he did, man oh man did he make a spectacle about it. He crashed into your trailer and practically begged you to confess your feelings. He even offered to help you write out a speech-like from the movies!

But you couldn't do it. You couldn't risk it-risk Eddie.

Which is why you're in the kitchen of your trailer right now fiddling with the two root bears you said you'd get. Eddie gets distracted easily so it's not like he'll notice right away. But you had to get out of the living room.

He was concentrating on this new riff. Which meant he had a walkman laying on the floor with headphones over his ears. The cute little tongue thing he did. You were screwed. You had to get out of there.

"Did you get lost or something?" he yells out, jokingly.

You slowly get the nerve again to walk back to the living room. As you round the corner you see that his headphones are half off. With the two glasses in your hands you finally make your way back and sit down opposite him.

He sets down his guitar to take the drink from you. You do not miss- you can't really-when his fingers brush yours as he does. It sends a chill down your spine and a rush to your head. Yeah you were doing your best but it was hard.

You watch as Eddie leans back against your couch. His fingers flicking through some tapes in the little box you have. It's filled with a bunch of old bands, there might even be an abba tape in there. You're not really worried.

The point is, you should've been.

Because some time between now, this very moment, and the last two weeks the tape you created for Eddie ended up in that box. Somewhere between a late night session of listening back to the tape you created one night and trying to find a song that was stuck in your head you had put the tape in the box with the rest of them. You don't remember that thought, that's why you're not worried.

Eddie brings up how good band practices have been, even wants you to visit. But you jokingly decline and tell him that you'll wait to hear him when he and the band play a bar.

At some point your conversation shifts from band talk to something about the current campaign. Which prompts you to get up and head to your room to bring out a sketch you did a couple of days earlier.

While you're in your room, Eddie comes across the tape. How could he not? It was the most obscure looking tape in the box. Only a note card to list out the songs. He picked it up, not even taking a look at what was written on the paper, and put it into the walkman.

As soon as the tape started he knew the song right away. He had told you about this song a couple of months ago. Of course you told him that you liked it enough but apparently it was more than that. He can't help the smile on his face at the thought of you listening to music he recommended.

It takes you about five minutes to finally get the drawing. When you do Eddie is already on to the next song. And as luck would have it it was another song he told you about. The coincidence strikes Eddie and he finally stops the walkman to look at the tape.

There on the notecard in your pretty hand writing is the track list. Some Mötley Crüe. One Ozzy song, that Journey song he told you he had a dream about playing.

At the very top of the note card is his name. His name in blue ink and a heart next to it. He doesn't know what to do with this information now. A tape with all his favorite songs and you wrote his name and a heart. A frickin' heart.

He can hear you making your way back into the living room. So he puts the tape back into the walkman and acts like he didn't just see what he saw. He watches as you sit down in front of him with two papers folded in half.

"Keep in mind that these were done in between shifts and I haven't looked at them in a week." you speak first.

Eddie nods his head. Then you unravel them both, splaying them out for him to see. But he can't just look down at those papers. He can't focus on anything but you.

How your head falls to the side looking at your own work. How you have your legs tucked beneath you, a go-to stance for you. There were probably only a few things in the world better to him than rock and roll. You make the list. You are the number one on said list.

It's you. He feels it in his bones.

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redhairedwolfwitch · 3 years

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Doctor Y/n - Ortho Fellowship - 3 - Grey's Anatomy x Fem!Reader

"How do you feel about it?" You asked, bringing over a mug of fruit juice to Teddy as she sat on your couch.

"Feel about?"

"Pregnancy. You keep talking about Hunt and how you feel about him because it takes two to devil's tango, but how do you feel?" You asked, carefully sitting on the coffee table, nursing your mug of fruit juice in your hands.

"I-" Teddy cut herself off as she spotted the mug you'd given her.

"Joey found that at a garage sale and bought it when I wasn't looking... do you want mine? We can swap?" You asked, gesturing to the mugs.

Whilst your mug had a rainbow and said 'sounds gay I'm in', Teddy's mug had vegetable puns on it, like 'my heart beets for you'.

"Trust me, that is one of the more appropriate mugs Joey would find... anyway, how do you feel about it?" You asked, sipping your juice as Teddy shook her head at the idea of swapping mugs.

"I'm going to have to tell him..." Teddy stated, sipping her juice as you hummed.

"Yeah, he's the biological father, but biology doesn't make a parent... despite the fact Hunt's good with Leo. Plus, you can co-parent and not be together romantically. My parents... honestly, I don't really remember them... unless it's in my nightmares. I think you deserve the best, Teddy, and so does your baby." You shrugged, pausing as your phone beeped, giving Teddy time to think over what you said.

"I'm going to tell you something I haven't really told anyone but Joey... okay? My parents, they weren't good people. They had me for the facade that they were a loving family, but they ditched me on the side of the road when I was too much trouble to care for any longer. Plus, they kept ditching me at school or at the library anyway... sorry, I am talking way too much." You realised, downing the rest of the fruit juice so you'd stop talking.

"You seem to have turned out fine though." Teddy admitted, leaving you to laugh.

"I have family, just none connected by blood."

"I should go talk to Owen." Teddy announced, leaving you to nod in understanding.

"Yeah, I have to go to work, it was nice talking to you Teddy, despite my oversharing." You nervously smiled, grabbing your bag to head to the hospital as Teddy stood up and put her coat on.

"No, no, it's fine, it was nice to get a fresh perspective on everything, honestly." Teddy admitted as the two of you left your apartment.

///

The Mexican celebration of the Day of the Dead wasn't something you were used to seeing around the hospital. But you knew it was a celebration of the dead, leaving you to sit doing research for your project you were working on with Callie. But your mind was elsewhere, as Link and Jo discovered when they found you staring into space at the printer.

"Braces? You okay?" Jo's hand on your shoulder had you jumping, slipping on one of the papers on the floor that had fallen from the printer. You landed on your ass with a thump, wincing as Jo and Link pulled you up.

"You were really in your head then, weren't you?" Link realised, leaving you to avoid Jo's gaze and his.

"Day of the Dead got me thinking about Dani." You admitted, fiddling with your lab coat sleeve.

"Dani?" Link murmured, leaving you to sigh.

"My girlfriend, we were seventeen when she died, she just dropped dead in the middle of cheerleading at a game. Saw her drop from the bleachers." You sadly chuckled, squatting down to pick up the papers from the floor.

"That's rough, Y/n. But, she'd be proud of how far you've come." Link stated, his hand resting on your shoulder when you stood up again.

///

"We'll do it all. Everything, on our own. We don't need, anything, or anyone. If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lay with me and just forget the world?" You strummed your guitar, sat in your apartment alone.

Jo was with Alex, Link and Meredith.

Arizona and Callie had called and asked how you were doing.

You'd even seen an instagram post of Leah at her cardio program in whatever state she was in now.

A shiver ran down your spine as you looked behind you, feeling like Dani was smirking at your for a moment, from whatever happens after death.

You only turned around again when your phone buzzed, revealing a message from Teddy.

Teddy: Please tell me you're not going to New York on your day off again

Y/n: Not this time, but I have a video meeting with Callie at 8:30 tomorrow morning

Y/n: have to talk to her before lunch

Teddy: You got the short end of the stick with the time difference

Y/n: yep, but I prefer Seattle to New York. Seattle smells better.

///

"Thought I'd find you here."

Teddy's voice broke your concentration, the lacrosse ball missing the net as you jumped, turning around to spot her on the other side field, behind you.

"Ready for the incoming storm? Saw it on the news this morning." You asked, grimacing as a gust of wind hit you in the face.

"Yeah, we should really head to Grey Sloan before they advise everyone to stay off the roads." Teddy admitted, watching as you hurriedly tidied up the lacrosse balls.

"Are we friends? Or am I just a fresh perspective who has way too many granola bars on hand?" You enquired as you slipped into the passenger seat.

"Well, the granola bars are handy for cravings." Teddy chuckled, smiling as you rolled your eyes.

"It's just a windstorm, right? No flooding rains, thunder and lightning?" You asked, watching as the wind began to pick up on the way into the hospital.

"Yeah, it's just a windstorm, why?" Teddy replied, glancing at you as she saw your frown.

"I lost a friend during a storm when I was an intern. She was a really great friend." You vaguely replied, staring out of the window as the trees took a beating from the wind.

///

"Hey, Altman... and S/n? Am I going to like the reason that you're here?" Maggie asked, leaving you to remember you were in your lacrosse jersey and shorts.

"Well, I couldn't sit in my hotel room all day; I found Y/n practicing on the lacrosse field in the wind, so I brought her. And you're going to be inundated with patients." Teddy stated before Owen appeared with Leo and Amelia.

"I'm going to go put on some scrubs... my legs are cold." You stated, hurrying away before Owen could glare at you.

///

"Joey, where the hell are you? Please tell me you're not driving in a windstorm, I barely got to the hospital." You quickly left Jo a message as you arrived at the fellows lounge, making a beeline to the bathroom to change into scrubs.

///

"How about we make this our second honeymoon?" Jo suggested, leaving Alex to pause.

"With no food?"

"We have jam and bread, and beer, and expired mac and cheese... Braces did the food shopping and cooking, I will admit." Jo explained, finding the expired box of mac and cheese before raising her hands up in surrender.

"It's fine, because we have a gas stove." Jo stated as the electricity went out, frowning as the stove didn't work.

"Oh... yeah, if I was at Braces' apartment, there would be so many leftovers..." Jo reminisced, leaving Alex to frown.

"When's the last time we cooked?"

///

"Bailey?"

"Oh, Altman, glad you're here, cardio consult in trauma 1." Bailey stated, pointing at trauma one.

"Oh, I was just about to ask you for privileges, but now I don't need to." Teddy replied, reaching for a pair of gloves.

"You live here now?" Bailey asked, spotting you exiting the elevator.

"S/n, patient bed 6, glass in a leg."

"On it!" You replied, grabbing a pair of gloves before smiling at Teddy as you walked past her.

///

"S/n, we could use an extra hand in the OR, removing a very large decorative candy cane. I know it's not very ortho, but do you want in?" Jackson enquired as he spotted you downing your bottle of water.

"Sure, but we're barely into November?" You remarked as you scrubbed in with Avery, pausing as Teddy and Owen walked in to scrub.

"S/n." Owen gave you a side glance, leaving you to withhold rolling your eyes as you finished scrubbing.

"Hunt."

///

"Okay, ready? Here we go." Owen announced as the curve of the candy cane was removed, allowing it to be removed from the bottom.

"Alright, keep going. There's no injury to the jugular so far." Jackson stated whilst you stood on the other side, trying to ignore how Owen was on your left.

"Are you even pulling on it?" Teddy asked, meeting your eyes as you tried not to snort.

"Listen, slow and steady. I don't want him to bleed out."

"We're buying him some time away from his wife, we might be doing him a favour." Jackson joked, leaving you to grimace.

"Let's just not have him under too long." You added, feeling Teddy glance at you before you turned to watch Owen pulling out the candy cane pole.

"So, did something happen? Something bad?" Owen began, leaving Teddy to immediately dismiss him with a "not now."

"Carotid's intact."

"Listen, if you're sick or something, you should just-"

"Owen."

"Hunt, I think some conversations should happen when you don't have an entire OR's staff of hospital rumour mill listening in." You warned, giving Owen a pleading look as he met your eyes.

"Does she know? You told her and not me-"

"Oh my god, Owen! Can we just focus on the surgery?" Teddy requested, glancing at you but you had gone silent.

///

"Okay... Okay." Owen muttered as the whole candy cane pole was removed from the patient's torso.

"Grazed the liver, missed the colon. I don't see any damage to the spleen." Owen announced as you looked over the patient's ribs.

"Well, the cane passed anterior to the pericardium. There's only a small hole in the diaphragm and it missed the heart completely." Teddy discovered as she checked over the patient's heart.

"Yeah. And the bowel only has some serosal tears." Owen realised whilst you revealed that the patient's bones were intact due to the angle that the cane went through his body.

"Yeah, I can't believe it, he's completely unscathed." Teddy exclaimed, looking up at Owen as you glanced at Jackson, with his comment about being disappointed.

"Owen?"

Your lip was clamped between your teeth as you realised what was happening.

"I'm pregnant. With your baby. I'm sorry I waited so long."

"Doctor Altman, they're asking for you in the ER. Another cardiac case. Doctor S/n, they're asking for you too, Doctor Lincoln needs more hands as Doctor Kim is missing." A nurse announced, leaving you to nod and walk out, not reacting as you heard Teddy's footsteps behind you.

///

"Altman! S/n, you too, the license plate is in the shoulder!" Bailey shouted, calling you and Teddy over.

"Get him to CT." Bailey stated, leaving you to nod as Teddy verbally replied.

"I'd ask if you were okay but I feel like now is not the time." You admitted as you and Teddy headed up to CT with the patient and a maintenance guy who was helping too.

///

"Going in, careful!" Teddy stated as you helped her pull the patient bed into the lift.

"Hey, hey, hey! Teddy, we need to-"

"Owen, we're heading back into the OR-"

"I got this, S/n-"

"I need Y/n in there." Teddy immediately stated as you were about to get out.

"Teddy-"

You were quick to get out your phone and check your messages, trying not to eavesdrop and Teddy and Owen began to talk.

"Hey! I have been looking for you everywhere! Hey, you!" Amelia waved at you as you glanced up from your phone.

"Anyway, I had to see you, and tell you that, um, whoah... um, that I want to apply to be Betty's official foster mom, which might mean that Betty and I have to move out for a while for bureaucratic or whatever, but, um, I love her. You know? Like, we love her, right? What? Did something happen? Y/n?" Amelia turned to you, but you just grimaced.

"What is it?"

"Amelia, I need to, we need to-" Owen was cut off as the elevator stopped, the power going out and drenching the four of you and the patient into darkness.

The only light in the lift coming from your phone screen as it lit up your face.

"Well, that's just great." You grumbled, before the emergency lighting kicked in.

The four of you exchanged glances in the darkness, wondering what was going to happen next.

///

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himbohood · 3 years

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facedown - @himbohood

a repost from my previous blog! i’ll be putting my old writings in my queue just so i can get them back on my blog. wanna be added to my tag list? click here!

paring: calum hood / female reader

about: this is based off of an experience i had with an ex-boyfriend and i started thinking about how this would be if i put calum in that memory instead. thus this was created. uni!sos

warnings: smut.

word count: 1688

The days she wasn’t bombarded with work or classes, she usually took up residency on her boyfriend's couch. Calum Hood split rent with three other guys and at this point in their relationship, she had meshed in well with the group. The atmosphere of the small three-bedroom house was more relaxing than any home Y/N had previously been in. With guitars hanging haphazardly on the wall and concert posters pinned up wherever the boys could fit them— this tiny house had become hers as well.

She sunk comfortably in the soft cushions of the couch, her legs lying lazily across Calum’s lap. Michael, one of the aforementioned roommates, took control of the TV. He switched back and forth between YouTube channels before landing on a let's player of some sort. Y/N briefly overheard something about Overwatch but then quickly tuned out after that. She didn’t entirely know if it was just how Calum looked with the LCD screen shining back on his strong features— but the urge to crawl into his lap got harder to resist.

Scooting closer each time he laughed along with his friend, Y/N let her hand brush against his chest. She figured Calum knew what she was hinting at because his hand moved dangerously close to the bottom of her fleece shorts. Y/N cursed herself for not just getting up and texting him to follow her back to his room. Though, she figured this was much more fun. Michael was seemingly oblivious of their silent sexual tension. If she wasn’t in such a haze of arousal, she might have joined in. Her mind just kept drifting away from the reality of the moment. The absolute need to be fucked by her boyfriend was the only thing that was important. Flashes of dirty memories ran through her brain and just the thought was enough for Y/N to fill a flutter in her stomach. She would have done anything at this moment for Calum to bend her over the back of this couch and fuck her senselessly. Maybe if she asked nicely, he’d pull her hair or spank her.

The thoughts her heavily amplified by his beautiful voice booming about whatever the fuck he and Michael were talking about. She didn’t understand how he could be so subtle at rubbing the soft skin of her thigh. How could Calum not break concentration on his conversation as he gave Y/N the smallest amount of stimulation for her problem? She knew he didn’t want to seem rude, but she could tell by the bulge against her legs that he was just as interested.

“ I think that I’m gonna go and pick up some food— you guys want to come with?” Michael said, finally getting up and heading towards the exit.

“Nah, we‘ll pick up something later. Thanks, though.” Y/N finally spoke after Calum did, “Yeah, I’m not really that hungry right now.”

Whenever that door shut, the two of them had the entire house to themselves. She didn’t have any time to blink before Calum snatched her up and pulled her in his lap. Y/N gasped at the sudden sensation and didn’t wait to roughly grind her hips down onto him. He made the prettiest noises and that only made her problem worse. She was sure that at this point he could just kiss her and she would cum.

Her voice became a sort of wine as she spoke, “ Cal, please touch me.” It was most definitely a beg because she didn’t have time to take things slow. Michael would be back soon and she really wanted the opportunity to ruin her vocal cords screaming Calums name.

There was a chuckle and then his lips made contact with her skin. They landed on her collarbone, teeth grazing the soft skin and vibrating it as he spoke. “ What’s gotten into you? Thought you were gonna fuck me in front of Mikey or somthin’” As he spoke he made quick work at pushing her shirt just over her breasts. Y/N let out a soft laugh, at his comment— moaning loudly when he bit the skin right above her breasts. “If we don’t hurry up I might have to fuck you while Mikey watches.”

Calum let out a low groan and quickly wrapped his arms around her midsection. Lifting Y/N he supported her by placing his hands firmly on her ass. He made quick work at getting them back to his room. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Y/N crawled on the bed. Caum watched in awe as she lay on her back and shimmied off her shorts and underwear. With her legs wide open, she was at full display for him. “You expect me not to eat you out when you look that good?” He teased, walking towards her as he pulled off his clothes. “We’ve got plenty of time for that later,” Y/N promised, discarding her shirt and bra. “If you fuck me well enough, I might sit on your face.” Her face was bright pink after speaking, half distracted by Calum hovering over her.

“I think I can do that.”

His hands explored everywhere they could. He saved the best for last. He didn’t tease her, figuring that she had already edged herself just from sitting on the couch earlier. His thumb came in contact with her clit and Y/N let out an almost painfully loud moan. She was slick before he even touched her. That didn’t entirely surprise Calum but god was it pride boosting. “You don’t even need me to get you ready, do you?” His words were a soft mumble, catching her lips in a very much needed kiss. He pulled away just for a moment, getting ready to angle himself in— but before he could she spoke. “Cal, fuck me from behind. I want you deep.”

Y/N didn’t have to ask twice because before she knew it Cal was directing her to turn around. She rested her head on his pillows, eagerly shaking her ass up at him. “Please fuck me, Cal.”

He lined himself up with her entrance, hand moving to brush down her spine as a sort of warning before he pushed in. She let out a loud, gasping-for-air type of breath when he bottomed out inside of her. “Fuck— Cal, baby you’re so big.” She moaned out, pressing back onto him as if to say more. She put her hands behind her back, asking Cal to hold them without even speaking. She didn’t know if it was her previous begging, but Y/N brought that same energy as he pulled her back against his chest. With one hand gripped tightly on her hip and the other grasped around her breast, Calum made quick work in starting his agonizingly slow pace.

At the mere thought of friction, Y/N’s knees were weak— but now that she was finally getting what she wanted the idea of being quiet was a joke. The slow thrusts of his hips didn’t last long. Y/N figured he was just getting his balance because soon enough both of his calloused hands landed on her hips. He gave her a kiss that almost read farewell before pushing her face down into the pillows.

“ Mmph— fuck you look so good like this baby,” his voice filled the room with soft, pleasure-filled mumbles. Y/N could only respond in incoherent gasps and mewls, eagerly bouncing back on his cock in desperation. One hand left her hip and the loss of it almost stung, but it went away when that hand traced up her spine and tangled in her hair. The loud noise of his hips snapping against Y/N ass practically filled the tiny house.

Her knees were weak and her forehead was covered in sweat. She tried so hard to tell him that she was close, but whenever her words failed her, she was happy that he just knew. Calum fucked her mercilessly into the bed, his hand now finding her clit and rubbing firm calculated circles against it.

His name was the only thing that she could think as she fell apart. Screaming his name in praise, in thanks, in rejoice as she came around him. She fell from an unbelievable high and only felt it coming back as he focused on his orgasm.

She could only imagine how his face looked as he fucked her. His soft grunts were perhaps the most beautiful sound in the world, but what was even prettier was what he said next,

“ Baby— fuck, I’m about to cum.”

She hated that he had to pull out, but the empty feeling was almost made better by the warm ropes decorating her back.

She relaxed on her stomach as Calum lazily brushed a finger through the mess on her back and pressed a firm kiss to her shoulder.

“Let me get a towel, yeah?” and with that, he wandered into his ensuite and wasted no time in cleaning Y/N up. Falling to warm up space beside her, Calum eagerly pulled her on his chest.

They sat for a moment, relaxing in the post-sex high. His hand brushed through her hair, lips leaving kisses across her forehead. She sighed, nuzzling her face against his chest before doing the same to him. Her fingers ran through his hair and her lips littered his skin. It was quiet for a bit— the world didn’t exist… until, well until Micheal made it known that he had been back for around 15 minutes.

“ Are you guys done fucking yet? I bought you food, so if you’re not done I’m eating it!” His highly annoyed voice boomed through the house which elicited a laugh from both Calum and Y/N.

“Fuck,” she laughed, “Guess we lost track of time?”

“I’m gonna be real honest with you, I forgot he was even coming back.” and with that, the only important thing the two laughed together and rolled out of their haze to get dressed and eat the food Micheal had so graciously got them.

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moonshineboyz · 3 years

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Pairing: Kevin × fem reader

Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none

a/n: first of all, english isn’t my first language, so... i had this idea after discussing make out session with kev involving glasses with @cobbae also, i got a bit carried away idk what happened. plsss give the moonlight boy his kisses and tell him he’s beautiful bc he deserves. aand thank you @mistresskate101 for hyping me up 🥺

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You ran your fingers through Kevin's hair, getting them out of his face just so you could admire his god-like features, looking at him through the lenses of your glasses with so much love and affection that you swore your heart would explode.

Kevin meant so much to you, he was your everything, your safe place. You couldn't feel any more comfort and safety anywhere else other than in his embrace, the way he'd put his arms around your waist and pull you closer, so close that you could feel each other's hearts beating and make you put your head on his chest.

Dating and living with Kevin Moon was an everyday experience, each day you could write down a new way he has found to show his love towards you and make you feel even more loved and cared about. Be it through actions, through words, through strumming his guitar in a cozy afternoon just for you to listen or even through melodies he would hum you to sleep while stroking your hair.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't even hear Kevin talking to you, even though you were sitting on his lap facing him, looking right into his shiny eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked again in a low voice due to the proximity, his fingers grazing at the small of your back. Eyes locked on yours so full of love and admiration.

You lightly smiled shaking your head briefly and whispering a tiny "you". Both your hands cupped his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" You said, taking the opportunity to press a soft kiss in his forehead, to which Kevin could only smile with eyes closed.

His hands on your back brought you closer, holding you tight and leaving little to none space between your torsos. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled your sweet perfume that always made him even weaker for you every time he breathed you in.

It was incredible how Kevin never failed to make you feel all warm and tingly inside, even after three years together you still couldn't be over the butterflies in your stomach and the buzzing sensation inside your chest. It felt like you were his only one, his whole world. And it was alright, because he was yours too.

Your hands travelled to the back of his head to lightly scratch it while your other hand drew small circles on his back. "You must love me so much to be thinking of me even when I'm right under your nose."

"Yeah, I do love you so much, Moon Hyungseo." You giggled. "But it's your fault because you're so good looking."

Kevin then lifted his head from your neck to look at you, eyes glued on yours. "Well, so let me tell you something." His face came closer so you could feel his breath tickling your skin. He held your face just the way you did to him a few minutes earlier, put a strand of hair behind your ear and adjusted your glasses to your face. "You're the most gorgeous girl in the world." His lips curled up in a smile and you got reminded one more time what it was like to feel at home.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and let your lips met his in a soft passionate kiss, felling a wave of chills run through your whole body as if you were about to melt at any moment, due to feeling so overwhelmed with Kevin. He held the back of your head and with his free hand he slightly brushed his fingers on the skin of your waist under your shirt, which made you smile.

"God, I want you forever. How did I get so lucky to have you?" He whispered against your lips and your heart was beating like crazy, it felt like it was about to jump out of your chest. How did you get so lucky to have a man like Kevin? Was the only thing you could think about when you answered back that you wanted to stay forever.

The, at first, slow kiss was now starting to get needier, but with no lust nor sexual desire involved right now, just pure love. A shiver going down your spine when Kevin's tongue touched yours, head spinning as you felt drunk on him already.

Your glasses began to slide from your nose and Kevin started bumping into them as he was keeping your head so close to his own. At first you both just tried to ignore it, giggling every time he bumped again and tsked, mouths too busy to separate from each other, until he had enough.

Your boyfriend pulled away from you and reached for your face. "Excuse me, I can't work with these on the way", he said jokingly and you rolled your eyes chuckling, him taking off your glasses and placing it on the nightstand beside your bed. He caressed your cheek and pulled you in for another kiss. "Much better."

You just loved how you'd lose track of time whenever you were with Kevin, he had this effect of making you forget anything else and only focus on him. You could've had the worst day ever, but everything would be alright again once you came home to him to feel his warmth and hear his sweet kind words, and even some jokes so you'd smile.

He was the only one who could calm your storms. And you were the only one who could take his mind off of things when he was having a bad day. You'd bring him to the couch or bed with you and make him lay down resting his head on your chest and arms around your waist, hugging you like you were his personal teddy bear. He'd doze off to sleep hearing you whisper words of affirmation.

You smiled into the kiss when Kevin gently bit your bottom lip, you pecked his lips a few times more and pulled away, putting your forehead against his. "Don't ever leave." He said hugging even tighter.

"Don't worry, I'm not planning on doing that. You're stuck with me."

"Good, because I need someone to keep dyeing my hair." You let out a chuckle, calling him your idiot and he kissed the tip of your nose.

You stared deep into his eyes, swearing that you've had never found such comforting and welcoming eyes. Just like Kevin, you wanted him forever too.

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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SWEET BF!HARRY HEADCANONS.

A/N: It's ramdan and that's one of the reasons, I'm not writing smut but all the damn cliches of my dreams. Hope ya'll understand :)

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He'd be super sappy in your special moments, worse than your mum that sometimes you'd have to drag him away from the crowds to escape from embarrassment.

Would come to pick you up from work, like always, and when you're busy would entertain your co-workers and the staff of building with his charm +

It'd make everyone cooe and awe at the fact you've got such a sweet boy.

Would give up his seat for you and make funny faces down at you, standing between your legs.

Cuddles! As many cuddles as possible he could squeeze into a day.

When you'd get annoyed with your tangled headphones he'd leave everything and take them away from over your head without a word doing it for you and placing it back with a kiss on your head.

He'd totally be the boyfriend that takes care if you're layered enough in winters and that your favourite socksies are warmed up in the dryer.

He just loves, loves and loves going out with you on cute shops to try out different sakura coffees and cheesecakes.

Him watching you sleep in the wee of night and you knowing that he's admiring you but let him do it anyways + sometimes giving him a jump scare by smacking a kiss to his lips and giggling about it sleepyly.

Alone, Making instant noodles together in the middle of night and playing footsie like a 12 years old.

Your shoelace undone as you walk infront of him and he watches you for a minute before stopping you himself, squatting down to tie them back + you'd just blush as the passers by gushed over you both.

Coming home to him making dinner for you in his cute frilly apron [We all think we're bigger than that -- but we're not :") ]

Him mimicking your moans out aloud from your previous naughty nights and it'd heat up your cheeks like no other.

You missing your girlfriends and he'd take you out to drink mimosas saying, "We can have a girls night out! We can have a girls night out!" While, slipping into his shoes excitedly and grabbing your coats in a haste.

He couldn't keep his hands to himself when you're out in public +

His love language being reassurances and physical touch makes him want you close to him everytime.

He's just so soft in bed -- so happy taking weird selfies and almost blurred pictures of sunsets from the window, with you sleeping on his tummy.

His comfy position to sleep in is with his tucked between your squishy tits +

He sleeps anywhere, it's adorable, in the most uncomfortable furnitures snoring with his mouth wide open +

Not admitting that he snores even though you record him.

The way both of you looking at eachother getting a reference to your private joke and bursting out laughing loud and everyone not knowing what's going on.

Stroking your hair and sniffing your sweet smell with his face smashed into the crook of your neck.

Clothes sharing!!! Even though your clothes wouldn't fit him but when you guys are too bored he'd try your skirts and flaunt them as if he's on runway + blowing kisses to you like those victoria secrets models.

Teasing. Loads of teasing, sitting across the couches and bantering off + making you a whining mess upon teasing you sexually till days and fucking you so good for finally.

Kisses. Soft, sloppy, slobbery, affection and passionate kisses anywhere he could manage to + kissing every inch of your body because he's too in love with you.

Sending you pictures of random objects like a guitar pic he incarved your name upon, a stick that just broke and fell at his feet while he was walking, a chewing gum sticking to his boots, pictures of fluffy kittenssss.

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Silly texting such that;

Harry: fight me!

You: come at me, huh.

Harry: Hits you.

Harry: On your lips.

Harry: With my lips.

Harry: SOFTLY.

You: can we fight like this daily?

Harry: course lovie' next fight in 10, be ready sweet cherry ;)

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Keeping you in his lap while reading and his fingers interlocked with yours while his plush lips remain pressed to your knuckles, murmuring his words softly against your skin.

"It's too cold, come back! I'll freeze without you honey baby !!" He'd whine pulling you back under the duvet if you'll try to go for the piss.

He'd be extra gentle and caring with you on your periods, heating bottles for you, making soups and feeding it to you himself spoon by spoon since you loose appetite, going out to buy pads or tampons for you and reading the benefits of them because he's that awfully sweet.

Stargazing together, laying like starfishes on the roof and deciding the names of your future children.

Braiding your hair, "shh stop squirming pet 'm braiding your hair." You'd nip at him teasingly, "Oh. . .I see."

Playful kisses on the tip of noses, saccharine heartwarming kisses on temple, laying overlapped eachother on the couch and kissing eachother's shins and knees, inside of wrists, inside the thighs, and infinite pecking because he couldn't resist +

When you're too clingy worming up his waist kissing his neck. He'd ask you smirking, "What's this?" You'd just keep on going lapping at his skin murmuring, "Affection." His tummy rumbling with chuckles as he scrunched his nose up, "Disgusting." Then a long pause as you grumble and he'd push you back closer to make your lips touch his neck, "Do it again."

Sharing a large blanket together on cold days and rolling into a burrito with you wrapped around him like a koala.

His head looping at your shoulder with sleep and you embrace him in a hug instead letting him sleep peacefully.

Your arguments would be too funny to hear since you're besties and the fights would be over the silliest thing or your favourite football teams, "Fuck you!" You'd scream frustrated at his smugness, "Later you little shit –- " Then the war starts ending into a hot make out session on the couch.

You picking your food or candy from the floor according to the five minutes rule being very sneaky and he'd yell from the other corner, "I saw that!" +

"Oh shut up!" You'd blow him off and he'd yell back, "Make me!"

Calming and comforting him when he wakes up from bad dreams, snuggling him and showering him in kisses to assure hime you're there.

"Mine." He'd murmur against your lips out of blue while doing the most random thing.

The word that'd run shiver down your spine when he growls it out because you're being batty or too greedy to chase ecstasy while riding his thigh, "Behave."

Exchanging jewellery, he'd choose from your collections and give you one of his most precious meaningful ones (sobs) +

Stealing hoodies and he's too accustomed with it that he has his hoodies dipped in his scent, tucked into a safe drawer only for you.

Sneaking inside your changing room to steal a single glimpse of how you're looking in a certain dress/lingerie/pair of cute silk night pyjamas and doing live commentary on it.

Love eating food with you. Becoming this happy baby with rosy cheeks when you'd turn all chirpy and utterly gooey on the sight of greasy cheesy food.

Him baking for you and writing the most funniest thing on top of it that make you roll your eyes but nevertheless kiss him it.

Bringing teas from different countries he went to.

Farting and blaming some non-existent ghost in your house.

His godchildren loving you and always asking about you when you couldn't visit them for some reason.

Clumsy affection and infatuation.

"I love yous." Anytime, any moment. Everytime with same sentiment he held when he told you the first time +

You never failing to make him blush returning it with same affection, "I love you too." +

The soft warm morning I LOVE YOUS in bath robes while brushing teeth standing side by side infront of the mirror, with hair ruffled and states dishelved +

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say-narry · 3 years

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Note: english isn’t my first language. Hope you all like it. Please, give me your opinion with a reblog, fav or a note in my askbox.

summary: She did a good work with H. Lambert and now, reader is the new Harry's stylish. Mr. Harry Styles need more than clothing creations from her.

Pairings: Harry Styles!famous x Reader!stylist

warnings: insinuations, dirt talk, explicit sex, old Harry's band members mention and more.

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never have i ever

Guess who is the new stylish of the famous Harry Styles' band? It's me! After studying and specializing in fashion, my day of glory had arrived!

The pandemic had passed, Harry Styles was back on tour, and Harry Lambert had suffered a domestic accident where he fractured his ankle. I had been an intern at his agency and one thing led to another.

Everyone was very kind, nice despite being shy... Ah, Englishmen... Because I had joined the team, we decided to celebrate my admission and the return to tour at Harry's house.

I put on a black outfit with lace, it was my favorite kind of outfit because it fulfilled something sexy and comfortable, perfect for a more casual evening.

"But what's up, did you like the guys?" Sarah Jones asked close to my ear, she was already on her 3rd glass of drink in less than half an hour.

"Everyone is very nice and welcoming" I flashed a smile after repeating the action near her ear.

Sarah gave a thumbs up and turned the straw of the clear drink back to her mouth. Mitch was already high, he and Harry were dancing on a makeshift dance floor.

Harry was wearing a white printed shirt and dark bell-bottomed pants with some spikes on the side. His exotic style would give me a hard time, but I was up for the challenge.

I continued to sit in the armchair in her huge garden, hour I would go to the little bar and flirt with the muscular blond man making drinks.

"Stylist!" Harry shouted raising his arms, I cringed nervously. Not for the moment, but he was making me nervous.

"Boss!" I giggled and turned to him, also raising my arms entering his.

Harry's mansion was the opposite of what I had imagined, it was something more minimalist with the exception of the bright pink staircase, it was in shades of black, white and gray.

There was pleasant music in the background, everyone from the production was spread out in the garden with some armchairs in the colors I mentioned before.

"I wanted to say something about the outfit for tomorrow's show." Harry said scratching the back of his head next, if I trusted my super powers of distrust, he was lying and flirting with me.

I smiled dull and agreed "Anytime" I smiled drinking some of the juice I had picked up.

🎵🎵🎵🎵

"I think I could tighten up the cuffs a little more, what do you think?" Harry commented. We were in Harry's huge closet, he on a stool standing even taller than me as I examined the outfit.

It was a black and white striped suit with some gold details, it fit his body very well, Lambert and I had designed it and got it right.

"You need to see about the fit, because you stretch your arms out to play the guitar and do your little dances..." I commented unpretentiously, Harry stared at me with a sideways grin.

"You're absolutely right, (Y/N)..." He started to unbutton his suit, I arched my eyebrows feeling my cheeks heat up, I turned around putting away the tape measure that was around my neck. "I really like your outfit, especially the lace, it suits your skin tone." I heard Harry behind me and the sounds of the clothes being thrown onto the couch nearby.

"Thanks, it's my favorite kind of outfit." I commented closing the little box, I turned my body around and Harry was standing in front of me, wearing nothing but black boxer shorts and his tattoos showing.

He was totally gorgeous, his eyes sparkling, his body all designed and his fingers being adorned by rings was something that turned me on.

"It's become mine too..." Harry threw the words out before moving closer stealing a kiss.

Having the dream job and kissing Harry Styles? Was that a dream?

Because of our height difference, I lifted my body on my tiptoes and passed my arms around his neck, I felt his hands pulling me tighter against his body that emanated a pleasant warmth.

His fingers trailed down my spine, reaching the straps of my lacy cropedd, his lips still sucking mine with all the affection in the world, I pulled his gently leaving a few small bites.

"Come with me, babe" He pulled me through a door, which led directly into his huge gray room

Without delay, my body was lying on the huge soft king size bed and his body on top of mine. I could feel his covered member slapping against my thigh, Harry let out a few grunts that made me shiver.

"I've wanted you since the day Lambert introduced you..." Harry was distributing kisses down my neck, hourly running the tip of his tongue across it. I crossed my legs around his waist and felt him pressing his member between my legs. It was warm and wet.

Soon, Harry pulled, with a little difficulty, my white cropped top up, leaving my breasts showing. Shame was eating away at me, but his pupils had dilated, giving me the expression of a hunter.

Still staring at me, Harry ran the tip of his tongue over my nipple and then grabbed my left breast and sucked on it.

Fuck!

My body was almost on fire, I could feel my panties getting wet as I moved my legs. By the hour, I was stroking his curls, closing my eyes for his sucking and biting my lips.

"I won't be able to take much longer, babe," Harry commented leaving me with a kiss, soon his fingers were on the belt of my pants that had been thrown along with it on the floor of his room.

Harry's excitement was evident, but looking at his underwear made me long for him like never before. He stood in front of me, he ran to a cupboard behind him and came up with packets of condoms.

Yes, plural.

And with that, his boxer shorts were flying across the room, his cock bouncing with the tip facing up, it was glowing from the liquid of arousal. How I would like to suck him and taste him, but apparently his plans were to satisfy this desire.

I took off my white lace panties with a little difficulty since I was not thinking very well, considering that someone might miss us and he might be my boss somehow.

I held my panties up and soon Harry practically flew on top of me, his hot swollen tip was rubbing up and down my folds. We both let out guttural moans at the sensation.

"Oh God, (Y/N), you're soaking wet...all for me?" he whimpered, his hands digging into the mattress on either side of my head.

Before I could reason out a convenient response, Harry had put on a condom and was already partially inside my cavity.

It was surreal to feel his cock stretching inside me, a sensation I had never felt before. He was really good in bed, nothing compared to the college guys. He was gentle as he tried to go a little further, his throat let out delicious moans that I could listen to forever.

I moaned as he reached bottom, my legs again around his waist, begging him to go even deeper.

"All right, babe? You're fucking tight and hot!" He whispered, placing a kiss on each side of my cheeks.

"Yes!" I almost choked, "Please, H. It feels so good!"

Harry let out a small giggle, I felt his member pull out of me a little before entering again and again and again.

My moans became a little more audible as they blended with the sounds of our skins slapping against each other. With each thrust from Harry, his member was able to reach an undiscovered location that made my head spin and involuntary smiles formed on my lips.

It was all too splendid to be real. I forced myself to open my eyes and I just had the sight of heaven, Harry's mouth was ajar, his pink lips hung open in a perfect "O," shaggy curls framing his face. His bright eyes pierced yours with such love and admiration that it was almost irresistible.

For a small moment of courage, I put my hands on his face and pulled him into a kiss, Harry's lips were addictive. He reciprocated with more desire than I could imagine, his tongue filling my lips eagerly. His hips still bumped against mine, at times I squeezed him internally and felt Harry's arms waver.

With each thrust, which became faster and faster, my body's movements clamored harder and harder for him, making me pull him deeper inside me. His member kept slamming into that special place, eliciting the only moans of real pleasure from me. I wouldn't last long, and Harry knew it. Harry kept ripping compliments about me and my body "I want to have you all night, baby..." He would say so that only I could hear "So hot, so perfect, I want you so bad..."

I didn't know how to respond, so I just grabbed his hair tighter, pulling making him thrust harder against me, being fierce and relentless.

All my mind and body wanted was for this night to never end, and so did the sensations it caused.

I rolled over as hard as I could and it seemed that Harry had gone deeper, his moans became longer, he had picked up momentum by pulling the sheets off the bed and sinking his feet into it, I would be limp by tomorrow, but it would be worth it.

A trembling began to take over me, the butterflies in my stomach took a long walk there, my toes had curved, the liberating feeling was coming. My hands, which before scratched his back, went back to his scalp, which I pulled with each shock that passed through there.

I could feel Harry shivering too, my walls involuntarily tightened around his member, which made Harry face me and leave a hickey on my neck. "Come with me babe, I know you're almost there, let go..."

And that was all it took, I felt the euphoric feeling taking over my body quickly, the roller coaster descending, the chill in my stomach encompassing. I twisted my body on the bed, arching my spine and biting my lip. I shivered quickly and my legs fell open to my sides, Harry launched three more thrusts and lay over my body moaning into mine hearing a long delicious "Oooh". I could feel his cock thickening inside the condom and his hips working for the last few times.

🎵🎵🎵🎵

A month after our historic fuck, Harry and I had not exchanged another word. It had been a fuck, period. No one needed to know anything about it, nor did we need to prolong it.

I was sketching Harry's outfit for the next week, the tour was already in North America. I remember that the outfit that Harry had worn after that night, during the show, got me a notice in the newspapers and a call for Gucci. Yes, Gucci had called me, but I couldn't leave the team now, so they gave me the responsibility of designing the next suit that Harry would wear for their shoe promo, because according to them, I knew Harry from head to toe.

And I really did.

It was late at night, I was in my hotel room, until Mitch called me to a meeting in the private area.

There were the guys from the band, Jeff and Harry. I sat down next to Jeff and we started talking, I felt Harry looking at me while Mitch stroked his head that was lying on his shoulder.

I decided to just ignore it because it might be me. Jeff and I saw that we have some friends in common on Instagram, which sparked the conversation.

"I remember Natalie came out loaded when we played 'Never have I ever' , she was quiet of the group but had done things..." Jeff blinked putting away his laptop on a small table next to the couch.

"There you go, I think we should play!" Sarah pronounced and everyone nodded and I felt my hands sweat. I always got screwed in this game.

Jeff's assistant brought a bottle of Wiskey, we sat down on the rug in the room and Mitch picked up a bottle he had used.

Harry was on the opposite side from me, set up was me, Jeff on my right, Peter his assistant, Adam, Charlottie, Harry, Sarah and Mitch.

Peter had handed out cups and opened the huge bottle of whiskey.

I had taken only one which was from "I never had sex in college," until Mitch asked the crucial question.

"I've never had sex with anyone on the team!" He and Sarah toasted, drawing laughs from everyone, and Harry turned the liquid over in one gulp.

No, I wasn't going to throw it all away, not now and not ever. I crossed my legs and continued to hold the glass of liquid. I looked everywhere but at Harry, who was waiting for me to drink.

"Spin the bottle, Adam!" I suggested and the question mark in everyone's expression fell apart to form an exclamation point.

They knew now.

🎵🎵🎵🎵

The bottle game lasted three more rounds, Harry said he needed to rest and wished everyone a good night by shaking hands, except me.

Damned Aquarian.

I waited a bit and went after him as soon as he did, I ran to the elevator and up to the presidential suite. Harry was walking with his hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants and his jacket also black.

"Hazz..." I jogged down the long hallway and he even looked at me, swiping the card on his door opening it.

"What is it, (Y/N)?" A little breathless, I stopped at his door and he was staring at me now "After a month you decided to talk to me alone?"

Harry left the door open, and I entered the room and closed it. He had sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers intertwined and his legs spread.

"I thought it was all right!" I started in a mild tone, I didn't know how he would react. "You know Harry, I am a person who works for you, that was wrong!" I sighed moving closer "It was wrong for me and for you!"

His eyebrows frowned and he let out a sarcastic laugh "I know what's wrong or right, (Y/N), you don't have to tell me that." He shook his head scratching his chin "I could have sworn sneaking out after mind-blowing sex like that was a guy thing, but you've outdone yourself!"

My heart was beating fast, Harry had never been rude to anyone in front of me, I had been the first and it was scary.

"Was that right for you? I barely made the team and I'm already in your bed! Understand my side, Harry! I may have broken the contract or whatever!" I started pacing back and forth trying to explain myself.

"It was right yes, because after a while I felt something good besides some orgasm, I put all my emotions and feelings there because I thought you were different, you were the woman of my dreams! But I was very wrong, definitely!" Harry stood up and approached me "Do you really think I would let someone fire you for that? It was something concensual! I wanted you from the moment I saw you with Lambert! Everyone on my team knows my every quirk, they know I was and still am in love with you!" Harry shouted in his English accent, he wanted to kill me.

"You know what? Fuck you and your little story! If you wanted something, you'd fake it with me and not expose it to everyone on the team!" I roared in anger and walked out slamming the door to his room.

🎵🎵🎵🎵

I couldn't sleep a wink and it was after four o'clock in the morning. Harry's words were rattling around in my head, was he really feeling something for me? It hadn't been a one-night thing? But he should have said something! I am no guesser!

Already in bed, I decided to put on a podcast to go to sleep, but as soon as I unplugged my cell phone from the charger, Harry's name flashed on the screen in a call.

I rolled my eyes and rejected the call.

I plugged in my headphones and put on the Spotify podcast, but in less than 30 seconds it was interrupted.

I took a deep breath and accepted the call.

"What is it Harry?" I asked removing my headphones and placing the cell phone close to my face.

"Babe, I need you." I heard his mellifluous voice. "You weren't wrong, I couldn't have done that, but I swear, I swear..." he repeated emphasizing, which was normal since he probably started drinking again after I left his room "That I imagined you would flip that shot and I would kiss you in front of everyone like I've been dreaming about for the last thirty days..." Harry sobbed and I felt slightly guilty, he imagined it would be a movie scene...

"Harry..." I got out of bed and pulled on my robe "You should have sat down and talked to me, I'm not like them, I know how to talk and get a yes or no." I tied the robe around my waist, walked to the door and unlocked it.

In front of me was a teary-eyed Harry, his face flushed with a beak. "Forgive me! Can we talk?"

"Later." I pulled him into my room.

Within minutes, I had him pinned to me by jumping into his lap, Harry sat on the bed and pressed my waist against his.

"I'm going to tell everyone you're mine!" He growled slowly biting my neck and jaw.

My hands and his worked together, Harry sat in the middle of the bed right after putting on a condom, I sat naked on his lap feeling his cock slowly entering me, I loved him and wanted him too, I wished he would be fast and strong like last time.

"Faster, Hazz," I moaned, my eyes rolling back as my nails slid up Harry's arms and down the back of his neck and back.

His head was propped between my breasts as he kept up the effort to go deep, burying his cock in me in more violent strokes.

On an impulse, Harry laid me down on the bed, his right arm supporting his body while the other was pulling his member out of me, rubbing the swollen head against my slippery spot. He knew how to tease me very well.

"Oh, (Y/N)... I've dreamed every night of this pussy!" he murmured "Of my cock drowning in it, taking all your sanity, leaving you only pleasure!"

His hand landed on my thigh and he changed the angle of his thrusts, making a pornographic moan come from my lips.

He had done it again.

"Is this the spot, baby?" he asked, his voice deep as he concentrated on hitting that spot over and over again, the pleasure was overwhelming and all I could do was nod, encouraging Harry to continue.

"I love having you like this, love." Harry moaned, looking up into my face in complete pleasure with each thrust he launched.

His cock was reaching places inside me I never knew existed and points I never knew could cause so much pleasure.

Like last time, my body shook a little harder and more deliciously, as Harry said the word 'mine' with each thrust, ending our reconciliation sex.

Harry had his body on top of mine, my legs still entwined around his waist, my heart was pounding hard, my breathing ragged, and a giant fatigue falling over me.

"Babe?" Harry called out to me and I just shook my head with my eyes closed. "You'll need to have two glasses of wiskey."

He left a kiss on each of my breasts, I pulled his face to me giving him a lingering kiss, I opened my eyes and stared into his "I'll take a whole bottle if I have to."

I loved Harry's smile, but I loved Harry's post fuck smile even more.

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𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 [𝗯𝘁𝘀]

⇉ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 3

[Pairing]

Jungkook x female!oc, bunny!JK x human!oc

[Warnings]

mentiones of abuse, abuse, traumatized JK, humiliating, breakdowns, past sexual harassment, mentiones of violence, violence

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[chapter 2 ||| chapter 4]

It had been six days, since the girl had found him inside the dark alley way. Six days since she had taken him in with her, and six days since his world had been turned upside down.

Everything he had ever learned in his life, from which he thought they were right and normal, suddenly seemed to be so wrong and cruel. He wasn’t stupid. Of course, in his past he also had wondered if there was a life for him, in which could just be him.

Bred in a laboratory near Seoul, the capital of South Korea, he was soon adopted by a rich couple from New York who were looking for a rare bunny Hybrid. His younger him was so excited to finally be adopted and have a family, instead of some scary people in white coats.

God, had he been wrong.

He was nothing more than a pet for their pleasure. In every way.

A shiver ran down his spine, when he thought about the times the man had run his hands over his sensitive ears, pressing and twisting them. Or when his hands had gone down over his back and into his pants, so he could pull the soft fur of the boy’s fluffy tail. Sometimes, his hands had gone even further down, pinching or slapping his butt cheeks.

The boy felt his cheeks redden at this memory.

At first, he had thought it was an accident. He had made sure to leave some space between the man and him, or wriggle himself out of the man’s grip. Little had he known that he had made things worse by that.

He had gotten many punishments. Some of them were okay for him. They would made him clean the house or the laundry, and sometimes they had would lock him up in the small chamber next to kitchen without some food or drinks for several hours.

This had been some of the harmless punishments.

If he had been really bad, they would made him take of all his clothes, serving either them or their friends as they were over. Other days, they would punched him with this heavy belt or with a bat.

His eyes swelled with tears at this memories. He had always thought that he deserved all of this. He thought it was normal for Hybrids to be subordinated to human. He thought that every time he got a punishment, it had been his fault because he was such a bad Hybrid.

How could he had been so wrong?

Since the girl had taken him in with her, there had been no point where he had felt the urged to hide himself from her. Not even when he accidently dropped the whole package of flour over himself and the floor, while trying to put it up into the top shelf.

The kitchen had stayed silence for a few seconds, before she broke out into the most beautiful laugher he had ever heard. It was not played or evil or meant to hurt him. It was a real, clear laugher, about a funny situation.

He felt himself warming more and more up with every day, getting more and more comfortable while being around the human girl. He also loved the apartment she lived in.

It definitely wasn’t as big as the former house he had lived in. The apartment was small, but he loved anything about it. He loved the soft sofa that was placed in the middle of the living room that was so soft and warms with all its cushions and blankets to wrap oneself in.

He loved the small kitchen that would send out the mouth-watering smell of food every evening.

He loved the white hallway with the photo framed wall that he loved to look at when he was bored, because every time he discovered a new detail of them. Like two day ago, when he looked at the picture of Hope and the older women and suddenly realized that they actually have exactly the same smile.

He loved his own room with the big, soft bed in the middle, on which he loved to lay and read a book when Hope was busy. He had often wondered when she knocked on the door, but she had told him that this room was his private territory, and no one was allowed to enter if he didn’t want to.

Together, him and Hope even had created some kind of a daily routine.

In the mornings after he would wake up around 7.30 am. he would wait for Hope to be done showering. When she was done, she would leave the bathroom for him to go his routine, while starting to prepare the breakfast.

In the bathroom, he would take a quick shower, brush his teeth and hair and change into some new clothes.

Then, he and Hope had some breakfast together, before they both made the dished and he helped her to clean the table. After the dishes were done, Hope would sit down on the same kitchen table, writing something into her laptop, which she said was very important for her university graduation.

He often was a little bit sad that they couldn’t talk to each other while she was working on her essay, but he still tried to be as quiet as possible.

He then would either try to read one of the books standing in her bookshelf, try to sleep or he would watch some TV with the minimum of volume. But yesterday, he had found something more interesting to occupy himself with.

In the corner of the living room, he had spotted Hope’s old guitar. He was so curious that he had carefully asked her about it, and she immediately showed him how to use it. She said that she hadn’t played it in years, because she was too busy with university. But when she had pulled some strings of the wooden instrument, she created such a beautiful melody and Jungkook thought that it sounded absolutely amazing.

She even said, that him practicing the guitar, would not be bothering her while she wrote her terms. So, he tried to play the instrument while she worked. She had showed him how to google for tutorials on YouTube. At first, he was sceptical when the human in the TV screen began to talk to him, but soon, he had realized that he wasn’t actually talking to him, but for everyone who clicked on the video.

Sometimes, he would catch himself how he watched the girl working at the table. He would just stare at how she cringed her nose while her fingers slide over the keyboard, how she chewed on her lips as she read through the thick book, or how her tongue would stick out of her mouth when she was concentration really hard.

Beside the wife of his owner, he had never seen a human girl before. He only had seen some visitors of his owner, with all their make-up, pushed up breasts, heavy perfume and fake laughers. He never had thought at one of them to be beautiful, but Hope was.

He found out that she actually was a year younger than him, but her personality seemed to be much older than his. She never wore too revealing clothes or heavy make-up, nor did she ever covered her scent with perfume.

When he noticed how creepy he would stare at her, deeply absorbed in his thoughts, he would turn his attention back to whatever he had been doing before spacing out.

Once she would be done, usually around noon, they would both go into the kitchen and bake a cake together, that would be eaten in the afternoon. While waiting for the cake to be done in the oven, they would sit on the soft couch and talk about random things.

Jungkook had to admit that talking to the girl was one of his favourite things to do each day. Not only because she was a really funny person, or because her voice was so smooth and soft, but also because she actually talked and listened to him.

In the beginning, he sometimes had hesitated, not wanting to speak too much. But by now, he wasn’t afraid of talking too much and being punished for it. He just could talk as much as he wanted without being stopped.

Hope had told him some stories from her childhood and live. He listened to every detail carefully, wanting to give her the same attention she giving him all the time. She would tell him stories about different items in the house, and she even explained him the photos on the wall next to his room when he had asked about them.

Now he knew that the older women was her mom, who had sadly died a few year ago during a car accident. He felt sorry for her when he saw a tear leaving her eye and for a short moment, he had thought about hugging her. But only for a second. The pain and fear were still bounded too deep onto his bones.

The younger people next to her were her best friend from High School. He didn’t miss the sad tone, as she told him that they hadn’t had talked recently, because every one of them was busy with university and their own lives.

She had also told him about her college life. From what she told him, he assumed that she must be really smart.

But he was even more amazed when she told him about her future plans. Hope wanted to be a lawyer for Hybrid rights, because she thought that they deserve more rights than they have now. She thought that they should be equal to human and that she wanted to give them a voice by standing up for their rights.

He couldn’t believe that she actually was fighting for Hybrids to have all the same rights than human have.

He imagined himself and how he would leave the house to go to work every morning, like every human did each day. He imagines himself and how he would go shopping all by himself, or how he would just walk around the park whenever he wanted to. It must be great to fell that free.

When they would be done eating their cake in the afternoon, Hope would always clean up the apartment a little bit. She said that she didn’t want the house to be sterile, but she wanted it to be tidy. She would use the vacuum to clean up the floor in every room, while Jungkook cleaned up the kitchen from when they had baked.

In the evenings, they would both prepare their diner, before eating it together, making the dishes and watch some more TV, until they both were tired. They would brush their teeth again, before changing into a pair of pyjamas and then go to sleep.

“Jungkoooook! Can you come here for a second, pleeeaaaasee!”

The Hybrid’s ears shot up high in the ear when he heard the girl’s voice coming from the living room. He quickly closed the book he was reading on his bed and laid it onto his nightstand. Slowly and a little bit scared that he had done something wrong, he walked out of his room. He carefully peeked his head around the corner, looking into the living room.

“Hey Jungkook.” The girl waved at him when she saw him standing in the hallway.

The boy gulped. Hope didn’t look mad or angry, so he assumed that he didn’t do anything wrong. Rather than mad, she looked really excited and happy as she made her way over to the couch where the boy suddenly spotted something big.

He curiously made a step further into the living room, slowly making his way up towards her. His mind was filled with questions when he saw the girl walking up to the big, brown box next to the sofa. It was much higher than the small girl, almost his hight, and printed with many different signs and…warnings?

Don’t shake. Caution, heavy package! Lift with care.

“Don’t look so scared, Jungkook.” The girl smiled at him when she saw how he hesitated to come near her. “I have a surprise for you.”

He watched as she pulled a small pocket knife out of the pocket of her jeans. She stepped closer to the package and quickly slide the sharp blade of the knife over the plastic strings that were wrapped around the big box.

“A Surprise?” He whispered in disbelieve. “For me?”

“Yes, for you, silly.” She smiled again, as she cut the last string, leaving only the tape wrapped around the box. “Now come over here. I need your help with this.”

He made two big steps until he had reached the girl and the package. Hope was already pulling at the tape trying to rip it off. He lifted his arms up to the top of the box, pulling the tape that was placed there.

His mind was still filled with questions. Never in his life had someone bought him a present, not even on his birthday. He wondered why she had decided to buy him something this big and heavy, after all, she already shared her apartment with him, and this was more than he could ever ask for. He wondered what was hiding inside the brown cardboard, but he knew that whatever it was, he would love it.

He ripped the last piece of tape off, throwing it onto the pile on the ground. The girl was already holding her knife, slicing open the brown cardboard of the box. When she was done, she laid the piece of metal onto the dining table, before turning around. Her eyes were flickering between the Hybrid and the still closed package.

“Come on. It’s for you.” She said after a few seconds of silence. “Open it.”

He was still looking at the girl with wide eyes, before he snapped out of his trance, and just pulled the brown cardboard away carefully.

He gasped and took a step back. Now standing in the middle of the living room, was a big, red sack. It was round and about his height, with a big metal chain on the top, along with some red, big gloves. He didn’t know what this was supposed to be. Never in his life had he seen something strange like this.

“Do you like it?” The girl squeaked excitedly while jumping up and down.

Did he like it? He didn’t even know what this things was used for. What was he supposed to answer? She looked so excited and happy, and the last things he wanted was to hurt her feelings.

“I – ehm…” He hesitated for a moment. “I like it?”

His answer sounded more like a question, and the girl didn’t miss that.

“You don’t know what this is, do you?” She pulled her left eyebrow up, while she watched in amusement as the boy struggled to find an answer. He was too adorable. “It’s okay, Jungkook. I will show you.”

She walked up to the red sack, standing onto her tippy-toes to reach the red gloves from the top. She pushed them into his arms and gestured for the boy to pull them over his hands.

“This is a punching bag.” She said as she walked behind the so called punching bag. “You can punch and kick it to get stronger, or when you are angry. I just thought – you once said that you think of yourself being too thin, and since you can’t go out, I thought that you would like something like that. We can hang it up in your room if you, but if you don’t want it it’s okay, then I will send it back. Come on, punch it.”

The boy stared at the red gloved that were now covering his hands, before looking up at the girl, checking whether she was serious or not. When their eyes met, she smiled and nodded at him to go on.

He carefully lifted his left hand in the air and pushed it forward. His punch was weakly, as if he was scared to hurt the bag.

The girl encouraged him to hit the bag harder this time. Insuring him that he was not hurting someone.

Jungkook lifted both of his hands this time, like he was actually preparing to fight someone. He threw another punch at the bag, which was much harder this time. Then he threw another one with the other hand.

Something inside him had just been woken up, and he was surprises by the power behind his punches. Before he had come to Hope, he was thin and weak, almost too weak to hold himself on his own legs.

Though he had gained some more weight over the last 7 days, he still was not happy with is body statue. He didn’t want to seem weak anymore. He wanted to be strong and powerful, so he could protect himself so he would never had to fear some human ever again in his life.

Being roommate with the small girl, he had recently developed the primal urge to also want to protect the female from all intruders and dangers coming from outside. So this punching bag could be a good chance to actually gain some muscles.

Over and over again, he punched the bag harder and harder, until the girl, who was still steadying the heavy sack, stooped him.

“Okay, okay!” She laughed, and immediately, Jungkook stopped. “I think it is better to hang it up in your room, or else you will punch me around the room. Come on, help me carrying it.”

Together, they carried the bag into the Hybrid’s room. The girl also brought a hammer and a hook for hanging up the punching bag onto the ceiling. The boy watched in amazement, as she climbed up onto a chair and bringing the hook into the ceiling all by herself.

When she was done, he helped her to lift up the bag and hang it up onto the hook. Proudly, she stepped off of the chair and rubbed her hands.

“Do you like it?” She asked again, this time more referring to the position they had hung up the red bag.

“Yes. I like it very much.” He just whispered, not knowing how to thank her appropriated. “Thank you…Hope. Thank you so much.”

They looked for another seconds at each other, before she said that she had to do some more work. She was about to leave, when she suddenly turned back.

“I forgot something.” She spoke more to herself, as she ran out of the room, leaving the confused boy behind. She came back a few minutes later, holding something black in her hands. “I actually have another surprise for you. Well…it’s not actually a surprise but more like a recommendation from me to you.”

She walked back inside the room, making her way up towards his bed. She asked him if she could sat down and he nodded, taking a seat next to her. Jungkook could sense her racing heartbeat and her nervousness. She lifted the black object and placed it on his lap carefully.

“This is a notebook. I – I know that you have been through some tough times, and it’s okay that you don’t want to talk about it with me. But if you ever feel like you need to get something off of you mind, you can just write it in here. Believe me, it helps very much to organized one’s mind into a notebook. I used one for myself when I was younger and didn’t want to talk to someone. So – here.”

Carefully, she lifted her hand and laid it on his for a moment. She knew that he was still afraid when it came to physical affection, but she just needed him to know that she cared.

Jungkook just stared at the notebook and then at her hand that was covering his. His cheeks blushed slightly when he realized that they were actually touching. But somehow, he didn’t feel the urge to pull away.

“The Simpsons, again?” The girl groaned and threw her head backwards, closing her eyes. “Don’t you ever get tired of it?”

When she opened her eyes again, she immediately was confronted with those big, brown orbs staring into hers. How could she say no? She sighed loudly, while pressing the right button onto the remote.

“Your play wasn’t fair.” She muttered, as she bent over and snatched the bowl of popcorn out of the Hybrid’s hands.

This day had been more then exhausting for the girl, but also a day of many happy occasion. First of all, she had finally finished the majority of her paper terms. It wasn’t perfect yet, but being done so early she had plenty of time for working on the details.

Jungkook wasn’t so pleased when she had worked twice as long for finishing her terms, meaning that he had to bridge twice as much time alone. He had tried a few times to convince her stop working for today, but when he realized that she wouldn’t go after his demand, he just pouted and went to his own room.

Hope had noticed the process Jungkook had made over the past two weeks which made her extremely proud.

Not only mentally, he became much more confident, but also physically. Since the day she bought him his punching back, he had been practicing almost every day. She would hear the dull tones of his gloves hitting the bag, while she would sit in front of her laptop in the dining room.

His skin and body looked much healthier, now. With his cheeks red and more plump, and with his shoulder and arms that seemed to get much and much broader every day, there was nothing left from the shy, injured boy from two weeks ago.

She had also noticed, that he actually wasn’t too averse to physical affection as she had thought. She thought that she had crossed a border when she touched his hands without his permission a few day before, but since then, he only seemed to trust her more.

He wouldn’t pull his hands away anymore, when their hands accidently touched. He also wouldn’t sit on the couch as far away from her as possible, instead, he even agreed to share the same blanket two nights ago.

He also had taken in her recommendation when she had given him the notebook. She sometimes watched him as he was bent over the small book, writing something in with fast and hectic movements. Sometimes, she wondered if he was actually writing, or if he was just sketching some pictures or signs. But then, he could read, so she assumed that he had learned how to write, too.

When he was done, he would just lay his pen aside, and stare at the book for several minutes, completely spaced out. She wanted to ask him what he was thinking about, but decided to not go for it. He should always have the chance to organize his thoughts without her bothering him.

The second exciting thing that had happened this day, was Jungkook accompanying her towards the grocery store. It wasn’t planned at all, but lately he had asked her more often if there was a chance that he could leave the apartment. At least one time.

Lucky for him, he had a short fluffy tail that was normal hidden by his shorts, and his ears could be easily covered by a beanie. He had looked like a normal, healthy and happy young man, when he had strolled behind her through the hallways of shelves.

It made her even more sat that he indeed was a normal boy. He had never asked to be bred in a laboratory. He had never asked to be threatened like a slave in his own home, and he especially deserved nothing mor than to feel normal. One day – One day he would get the chance to feel normal. She would to anything in her power to give him that chance.

“We can also watch something else if – if you want.” Jungkook ripped her out of her thoughts.

He had curled up under the blanket beside her, nudging his head into the soft pillow behind him. His ears were sprawled out to one side and all over the soft cushion, as well as his deep brown hair. The day in the supermarket had really worked him out.

The boy was so focused on the TV playing his favourite cartoon, that he didn’t notice how the girl took a quick picture of his being curled up on the couch. She looked at the taken picture for a few seconds, before closing her phone and throwing into onto the couch.

A sudden idea came into her head. The boy’s birthday was coming up soon, and she was still thinking of a nice surprise for. She knew he loved all of the photos that were placed all around the apartment. He loved to look at them every morning while she worked, and he loved even more when she told him the story behind every single photo, even if she had told them to him for several times.

What if he would wake up on his birthday, leaving his room and seeing a photo of him framed and hung up onto the wall? She actually like that idea.

She snapped out of her thoughts and looked for her phone. Why did she had to throw it away so far from her? She groaned. If she wanted to memo her idea, she needed to move now. She pushed the blanket away and bent over to reach her phone.

While doing so, she accidentally pushed her hand onto the remote, that laid next to her. The TV screen went black for a moment, before popping up with a new picture.

In the middle of the screen was now a news reporter talking. Hope didn’t pay him any attention. She was still occupied with her phone, when suddenly the Hybrid next to her shot up from his lying position.

He sat straight up, his mouth slightly open and his ears high up in the ear. Like paralyzed, his wide open eyes were fixed on the screen where the report was still talking about something the girl hadn’t caught yet.

“Jungkook?” She asked quietly, but he didn’t’ move an inch. “Jungkook, are you –“

“Shhhhh!” He didn’t even looked at her, as he shushed her shut, pointing his finger wildly onto the TV screen.

“…Unfortunately, the police had not been arriving in time. Witnessers though spotted some of the rarest breeds under the illegal participant Hybrids. Among them were Asiatic lions, some Azawakh dog and even an Amur Leopard. All of these Hybrids belong to the rarest breeds of the world. Dealing or participating them in illegal fighting clubs is highly is highly punished…”

Bullshit. None of those people will ever be arrested, and this guy in the TV knew it. If illegal dealers or ZCM’s, so called ‘Zoo Club Members’ or owners who send their Hybrids to illegal fighting clubs, were caught, there was neither someone who wanted to defend the Hybrids in front of the judge, nor no one even cared to actually bring the case in front of a judge.

She turned her head over to the hybrid sitting on her couch, but she wasn’t prepared for what she saw. When he had jumped up from the couch, she thought that he got scared because of the sudden change of the TV channel, but what she saw broke her heart.

The bunny Hybrid had laid his ears flat against his head, while big tears were spilling out of his eyes. Between short sobs and gasps he whispered two words all over again.

“Jin Hyung.”

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seeyalaterinnovator · 3 years

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Notes Between Sleep and Awake - Alex Turner Imagine

Word Count: 2K

Synopsis: Reader wakes up and Alex isn’t in bed, they set off to find him.

A/n: This is pure fluff. I have a sweet tooth for sickeningly sweet fluff. I need it like I need air.

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Your mind slowly came to, drifting in between the realm of sleep and awake for some time before growing more aware of your surroundings. Tiredly, you stretched your tight limbs out, half expecting to hit Alex in the process. You frowned though, when you soon realized that his side of the bed was unoccupied and cold, the covers settled indicating that he probably hadn’t been there for some time.

Instinctively your fists rub over your eyes and you try to blink away the blur of sleep that lingered as you attempted to see the clock. 2:17 a.m blared in bright red numbers, and you sighed wondering where Alex was this late at night.

A shiver ran up your spine as you peeled yourself from under the covers and out of the bed. The room while normally tidy, was slightly disheveled from your earlier antics, clothing littering various surfaces. Thankfully one of Alex’s button ups was slung over the back of the chair adjacent to the bed. You grabbed it and tugged the soft fabric over your torso, buttoning it up only half way so that it hung loosely around you without slipping off.

There was still a bite to the air though, and the thin fabric wasn’t quite enough to keep you as warm as you’d like. So you opted to take the throw blanket from the end of the bed and throw it around your shoulders before setting out to find your missing boyfriend.

Carefully you managed to meander through the hallway, checking each room along the way, all completely dark. Once you reached the top of the staircase was when you could see a distant light shining through. Carefully you bunched up some of the excess fabric from the blanket and began to tiptoe down the stairs, willing yourself not to fall still in the haze of being half asleep.

At the bottom of the stairs you peered to the left and the right, trying to figure out where exactly that light was coming from. It wasn’t the living room, where you half expected to find him asleep on the couch with the tv still flickering - he did have the habit of taking a ‘nap’ and then not waking up to actually get in bed. But the couch was empty and you were stumped.

That’s when you heard the muffled sound of piano chords through a mostly closed door, and you finally knew exactly where Alex was. Your bare feet quietly carried you toward the back of the house, this time with a final destination - the music room as you affectionately called it. Hands clutched the blanket around you tightly, snuggling in further as you nestled yourself into the door frame.

Alex was sitting on the piano bench, hunched over slightly as he scribbled down something with a pen on a little pad you had stuck in there a few days ago. You admired how peacefully soft he looked, a few stray tendrils of hair fell in front of his face while he worked. His eyes were bright as his fingers moved back to the ivory keys, deft fingers pressing down and playing a few chord progressions before once again jotting them down.

You wished you could bottle these moments and savor them forever. Watching Alex completely in his element, alone with his thoughts and an instrument which was nearly a continuation of himself at this point, was your absolute favorite thing in the world. Some of your favorite musical elements have come from this very scenario and you were curious to see what would come next. “What’cha workin on?” You asked, clearing your throat as you spoke.

Alex’s attention quickly flittered over to you, spinning around from the piano with a concerned look pulling on his features. “Oh sorreh, did I wake yeh?” He inquired, his voice growing quiet as his expression softened.

“No, I woke up and you weren’t there so I thought I'd come see what you were up to so late at night. I should have known.” You smiled, quickly diminishing the gap between you.

Now hovering over Alex, you reached one hand out to thread through his hair, tenderly smoothing it down as you caressed the back of his head. Your expression was gentle and warm as you beamed down at him, locking loving gazes for more than a moment. “New song?” You hummed, leaning over to get a peek at his notes.

“Yeh, I was layin’ there an’ had the idea, wanted ta write it down while it were fresh.” He mumbled shyly, eyeing his notes once again. It was very much his style to come up with something on a whim in the middle of the night, or first thing in the morning. It wasn’t all that rare of a moment to find him fiddling around with an instrument late at night, perhaps softly humming a little tune.

He leaned back into you briefly, his back pressing up against your tummy while he glanced back at his notes. You hummed contently, reveling in the warmth he provided. “Can I hear?”

“’S not really ready, but for yeh, anythin’.” Alex patted the seat next to him, shifting over a little so that you could sit comfortably beside him. You happily obliged, stepping over and taking a seat. Your bare thigh brushed up against Alex’s as you lowered yourself down and a rosy blush spread across the apples of your cheeks.

Deft fingers began to play a little melody he had come up with, his voice incredibly quiet as he sang the words in hushed tones. You couldn’t have peeled your gaze from his lips even if you had wanted to, mesmerized by the way the words dripped past them so effortlessly, his voice ever rich. His talent never ceases to amaze you, but even more so at two in the morning when he was tired and in the haze of creativity.

“I think it’ll sound better when I play it on me guitar.” He rasped, nodding over the few guitars that littered the wall.

“I quite like the way it sounds now, but what don’t I like that you do?” You chuckled lightheartedly, allowing yourself to slump against him a bit, resting your head atop his shoulder. As you lay there, you could feel the way his chest vibrated with each hum and note he sang, effective in almost lulling you back off into sleep.

Alex continued to mess around on the keys for a while with you snuggled into his side. Every now and then he would peer over at you, admiring the way you succumb to the sleepy feeling that fell over you. “Babeh..” He cooed, his hand reaching down to rub tenderly across the top of your thigh. You stirred for a moment, still not fully aware that you had even fallen back asleep. “Babeh let’s get yeh back to bed.” He suggested with another nudge, this time his hand squeezing lightly to stir you awake.

“Mmmm...”You breathed in with another small stretch.

“C’mon.” He said, standing and pulling you up off the bench with him. Your limbs felt heavy when you stood, and for a moment you doubted if they would even be able to carry you all the way back up the stairs. “Alright...”

The two of you began the journey back to your shared bedroom, except that you had managed to start shuffling in the wrong direction once you were at the end of the hallway, heading back toward the living room. “Where yeh goin’ love?” He laughed, a suspicious eyebrow cocked in amusement.

Instead of answering, you responded with a dazed groan, not entirely sure yourself. Alex’s hands snaked around the back of your hips, allowing himself to steer you back in the correct direction, and fortunately for him you didn’t put up too much of a fight.

This continued on all the way up the stairs, much to your tired protests that you wouldn’t be able to make it. About halfway up you paused, blinking back at Alex, unable to will your body any further. “Alexxxx, I can’tttt...” You whined.

“’S that so? Wha’ would yeh like me to do ‘bout it?”

You didn’t really need to answer that question for Alex to know exactly what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you beg. He secretly found it adorable when you were tired and clingy, a bit stubborn. “You knowww..” You said with another pout.

“Hmmm, wha’s that?” He asked, feigning innocence, yet there was a sappy smile pulling at his lips.

“Please, carry me.” You blinked up at him shyly, too tired to even care just how pathetic this was. All you wanted was to be close to Alex, and who would blame you for that?

“Thank yeh, and of course.” He smiled, casually slinging you over his shoulder, not the way you had thought he was going to carry you. A sleepy, amused giggle left your lips as you settled against him, trying to prop yourself up against his back for support. “Alexxxx”

“Wha’ darling?” He responded, one of his hands giving the back of your thigh a playful squeeze.

“You are impossible.”

“Impossibly yours.” He noted, and your heart swelled. He was right, and that was all you could ever ask for. As long as it was you and him at the end of the day, that was all that mattered. Alex crossed back over into the bedroom and managed to flip you back over, easing you down onto the mattress before making quick work of his shirt, tossing it aside.

You contently watched him as he moved about the bedroom, plugging in his phone or walking over to grab a pair of sweatpants to pull on. He looked so incredibly beautiful in the dim light, the shadows accentuating his features in a way that made your stomach flutter. You continued to watch, confused as instead of crawling in on his side, he decided to round the corner over to yours. His hands flitted down to his shirt which was hanging around your torso loosely, biting his bottom lip slightly as his gaze flickered over you.

“Yeh are not goin’ to be needin’ this.” Alex spoke lowly, making work of the buttons util the fabric slipped down your shoulders, and he was able to tug it off of you. You felt the warmth creep over your skin, an unseen blush that he undoubtedly knew was there.

Instead of going back to his side of the bed, Alex managed to crawl over you, hovering over you for a moment. His hair tickled your face as he leaned in, planting a warm kiss first to your forehead, and then to your lips. He stayed there, admiring how you blinked up at him with a sappy sleepy look on your face. He could stay like this forever, forget about the rest of the world to just spend it with you.

Eventually he rolled over and tucked himself into his side of the bed, adjusting a few times before lifting the covers on your side to allow you to scoot in closer to him. “C’mere lovie.” He said, nodding toward his chest. Happily, you rolled over so that you were flush against his chest, face resting atop where his heart beat rhythmically. Naturally your legs entangled with one another’s, and his hand began to stroke over your head in a soothing pattern. You sighed happily, noting the warmth of your skin on his, he was always your little heater. It wasn’t long before you were all settled together, and the sleepy haze began to envelope you again.

“I love you.” You mumbled, not even sure if you had actually said it out loud or if you had thought it in your head.

“I love you most.” He smiled back, giving you a quick squeeze. “Now get some rest.”

Alex began to hum the little tune he had been singing earlier, effectively lulling you to sleep. He wouldn’t rest until he knew you were well asleep and safe, opting to card his fingers through your hair gently until he felt your breathing steady and a soft snore huff against his chest.

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maybedefinitely404 · 3 years

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Not Your Typical 2

Genre: college AU, hurt/comfort

Pairings: romantic Demus, background Logicality, and Prinxiety

Content: autistic characters (Logan and Janus), arguments, panic attack/anxiety, ASL, talk of pretty bad ableist parenting/manipulation.

Song mentioned is Electric Love by BØRNS

Word count: 3.3k

“BABE!”

Janus’ head shot up seconds before Remus barreled into their room, clearly having run there, possibly all the way from his night class. He dropped his load of textbooks onto the floor, hopping from foot to foot.

“You have a backpack for a reason,” Janus sighed affectionately. His boyfriend shuffled the empty bag off his shoulders so it fell to the floor with his school supplies and resumed his hopping.

“Listen to this!” He held up his headphones, clearly holding himself back from just popping them on Janus’ head himself.

“New song?”

“Just listen!”

Janus snorted but put the offered headphones on, watching as Remus restarted the music from his phone.

It began quietly, a lilting melody that was quickly underlaid with a sharp beat. He raised an eyebrow at Remus; it was catchy, but did not seem like his boyfriend’s type of music. There was a surprising lack of… screaming. Or profanity. Or yodelling .

He had interesting taste in music.

But Remus just bounced on his toes, nearly wiggling until an electric guitar riff made Janus jump a bit. It wasn’t necessarily a bad jump, more one of surprise, but he gave a thumbs up anyways to reassure Remus. He closed his eyes as the verse began, relaxing in his chair and shutting his brain off.

Janus hadn’t even noticed he was tapping his hands on the arms of the chair until he peaked an eye open to see his boyfriend’s excited expression, not unlike a child on Christmas morning.

A bit after they’d started officially dating, Remus had accidentally discovered Janus’ once-least-favorite neurodiverse trait in himself; happy stimming. It was overly vulnerable and had gotten him teased too often when he was younger, so he had made a habit of masking the excited movement. It had only taken one date to the animal rehabilitation centre, and an hour long detour in the reptile area, for that barrier to break. But Remus had taken him for the sole reason of showing Janus the snakes, what was he supposed to do?

The first time he’d been totally natural around Remus (due to finding a green tree python, because oh my god Remus look at it!), bouncing and tucking his cheek to his shoulder and flapping his hands, his boyfriend had solemnly taken his hands, leaned far too close, and uttered something along the lines of ‘What the fuck was that and how do I make you do it again?’ Apparently he thought it was cute.

Preposterous.

And judging by the slow rising in the song’s pitch, that was exactly what Remus was attempting to trigger. Janus could feel a smile forming against his will as the music crescendoed, and with it came a floating sensation. It felt like fire shooting up his spine, or pop rocks in his skull, an addictive rush of joy that filled his body with adrenaline, the best possible butterflies in his stomach. His hands flapped in an effort to release the energy and for now he let them, the grin now making his cheeks hurt.

All at once the beat settled back to it’s verse tempo and Janus pulled the headphones off somewhat sheepishly.

“Hell. Yes.” Remus whispered, a matching wide smile stretching across his face. He cradled Janus’ face between his palms, as if he were something fragile, and edged forward until their noses booped, “You’re so. Goddamn. Cute.”

“Am not,” Janus forced out between his squished cheeks. It would have been much more convincing if he weren’t fighting off more happy wiggles.

Remus snorted and pressed a peck to Janus’ lip before whirling on his heels, more or less skipping to the common area.

“Logan, I did it!” He sang grandly. He twirled around the living room with a whoop, startling a laugh out of Janus. Virgil and Roman, who must have been situated on the couch, yelled as Remus splayed across them just out of Janus’ line of vision.

“Get off us, you oaf-”

“Jesus, Remus!”

“Oh Logaaaaan!”

Janus leaned against the doorway of their room to watch the scene unfold. Remus finally gave in to the pushing from their roommates and rolled onto the floor with a brilliant thud and a cackle.

“Get him off my foot!”

“He’s your brother.”

Remus snickered and promptly attached himself to Roman’s leg like a koala, digging his teeth into his shin.

“REMUS!”

“Yeth?” He asked around his mouthful. Roman freed the leg not being eaten and, with no preamble, delivered a solid kick to his brother’s side.

“I’ve been shot!” Remus wailed dramatically, rolling onto his back.

“I’m going to need a rabies shot!”

“I see the light-”

“Am I bleeding? Virgil, get the first aid kit!”

“Alas, the world goes dim! What an end, what an end…”

“What if they have to amputate?”

Janus’ hand could no longer muffle his laughter, and his laughing distracted Remus enough to get a dazzling smile from where he was laying half under the coffee table. The diversion seemed to remind him of why he’d come into the living room in the first place.

His face fell into a pout and he shrieked, “LOGAN!”

The door to Logan and Patton’s room flew open and the latter poked his head out with a violent shush.

“Logan is on the phone!”

True to his word, Logan was pacing their room behind him, stimming anxiously while he spoke into his phone in a completely neutral voice.

Virgil sat up straighter, earning a concerned look from Roman, who gave up on nursing the bite mark on his sweatpants. However, Remus was oblivious to the sudden tenseness in the air, kicking his feet onto the coffee table.

“Who is he on the phone with?” Virgil asked, slowly getting up from the couch.

Patton shut the door after a quick glance into the room. The rest of the dorm stayed silent until he’d clicked the latch into place, as if all holding their breath. Logan’s voice became just a murmur behind the wall as Patton met Virgil’s eyes nervously.

“It’s his parents,”

“WHY-” Patton shushed Virgil wildly, hands waving up a flurry. The man continued in a hushed tone but with just as much fury, “Why is he talking to his parents?”

Roman jumped up, probably to try and ease an almost-spitting Virgil but only succeeding in stepping on Remus.

“Ow!”

“Then why are you on the floor!?”

Virgil took a step toward Patton. “He hasn’t talked to them in a year-”

“I will eat your whole leg off!”

“I’d like to see you try!”

“Oh? OH!? When you wake up tomorrow with no legs, you’ll regret that!”

“Remus, just get up!”

He froze from where he’d been pushing himself up from the floor, gingerly lowering himself back down and crossing his arms. “Well, now I’m not going to.”

“Why don’t…” Janus faltered as every eye in the room settled on him, fighting his instinct to shut his mouth. They want to hear you, they want to hear you- “Why don’t we like Logan’s parents?”

Virgil and Patton answered at the same time.

“They’re assholes.”

“They’re not great p- language!”

If Janus remembered correctly, Virgil and Logan had known each other far longer than any of the others, though it wasn’t hard to surmise from Virgil’s reactions. He’d never seen him get so worked up.

“They’re ableist, homophobic pieces of sh-”

“But!” Patton interrupted, “We probably shouldn’t say more without Logan here.”

Virgil grumbled under his breath and dropped back onto the sofa, followed by Roman, who placed an arm around his shoulders. It did nothing to placate his anger, but he did lean marginally into his boyfriend’s side.

“We don’t like them,” Remus said in a falsely bright tone as he squirmed out from where he’d been trapped. “How long does he have to talk to Tweedledee and Tweedledick?”

“Language…”

“What do they want from him?” Virgil demanded. Was it Janus’ imagination, or were his eyes shinier than they’d been a minute before?

“I don’t…” Patton glanced at the closed door, “I’m sure Logan can tell you later. I’ll tell you as soon as he’s ready to talk, okay?”

They were given one more reminder to hush, and then Patton disappeared back into their room. The group fell into silence as soon as he was gone.

Remus broke the lull with a loud knuckle crack and a, “So, American Horror Story, anyone?”

No one complained, which Remus took as affirmation. Virgil had turned to burrow his face into Roman’s shoulder, which smartly, no one addressed. The opening credits flashed across the scene as Remus scrambled onto the loveseat, patting the spot next to him.

“Snakey, sit.”

Janus shook his hands briefly to dispel his nerves before taking the spot next to his boyfriend, leaning into his side. Every bit of contact that he initiated excited Remus to no end. He swung his arm over Janus’ shoulders and pulled him even closer and then, to Janus’ revolt, began to run his thumb lightly over his hand.

“Yuck, no, no no no, stop,” Janus squirmed, stilling Remus’ thumb with his other hand, and nestling even further into him.

“Oh, right. Forgot.”

“No harm done.”

They’d barely gotten through an episode of the show when the door opened behind them. Roman wasted no time shutting the TV off, and the four of them watched with rapt attention as Patton and a slightly disheveled Logan emerged.

“I hear there was some commotion over the content of my phone call.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely!” Virgil snapped.

“Your concern is noted but unnecessary,” Logan replied curtly, “My parents called because I was not answering their messages.”

“They’ve been messaging you?!” Virgil hissed, pulling away from Roman’s hold to stand.

“Do they ever stop?” Logan rolled his eyes and finally released his death grip on his cell phone. He slid it into his back pocket instead. “For some reason they insist I come back home this summer.”

Him and Patton did that bizarre communicate-silently thing they did often, as Logan lifted his arm and his boyfriend attached to his side immediately. Perhaps one day, him and Remus would have that level of intuitiveness that puzzled him so. The thought made his face grow hot. A glance at Remus confirmed he hadn’t noticed, though.

“You haven’t gone back since first year. Why now?” Roman asked. His twin hummed in agreement.

Logan turned his gaze to the floor, taking a while to answer. “I don’t understand their timing. But they are threatening to withdraw financial assistance towards my schooling if I refuse.”

The room exploded into chaos.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“That’s not fair, after all they’ve done to you-”

“Would anyone notice if they went missing?”

“Remus-”

“You can’t go back there, Lo…”

“I wasn’t planning to! But now I may not have a choice, Patton.”

“When do you have to decide?” Roman asked, earning a glare from Virgil.

“It’s not a choice, he can’t go!”

“This is my choice, not yours, Virgil! Either way, the due date is in a week. I’ll have made my decision by then.”

Janus stiffened as the air was pulled from his lungs. “Wait, what due date?”

No one seemed to notice his question, however, as the volume in the room raised another octave. His words were lost to the level of shouting, completely invisible to everyone. He tried to pretend it didn’t hurt as much as it did.

As easy as it would have been to just fade into the background, as per usual, the unanswered question was burrowing a hole in his chest. Janus tugged on Remus’ sleeve.

“What due date?”

Finally, Remus turned sharp eyes from the conversation to him. The slightly manic glint to them softened as soon as he saw Janus’ panicked expression, and he shifted their hands so their fingers locked.

“S’when we gotta let the school know if you’re staying on campus for summer break. Didn’t you get the email?”

“What email?!” Janus hissed just as the arguing reached its peak. Logan had pulled himself away from (a decently distraught) Patton and was gripping his own arms with white knuckles.

“Why do you even care?! I’m fine!” He said through grit teeth.

“You’re clearly not,” Roman retorted. Virgil had pulled up his phone and was scrolling through it with purpose, clearly trying to find something.

“I’ll figure it out! This doesn’t have to be an event for everyone!”

“That doesn’t mean you’re-”

“Will you just drop it, Roman?!” Logan yelled, voice cracking.

Janus nearly bumped into Remus with the way he flinched. The other’s arm immediately tightened around him, a grounding pressure across his shoulders.

“I think we’re all tired,” Patton broke the tense air with a pleading tone, “Can we come back to this tomorrow? Please?”

Logan was gone without another word, followed by Patton after a round of strained good-nights.

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As clingy a couple as they were, sleeping was a different matter. One time, one time only, they’d tried to cram onto one of their puny twin beds and that had lasted a whole half hour before they decided to never try it again. Janus needed his space if he even wanted a chance at a peaceful sleep, and Remus had the lovely habit of embodying a starfish with a caffeine problem, even when unconscious. How he fit on the tiny dorm beds by himself astounded Janus, what with how he splayed. Janus had gotten two full hits to the face before he’d leaned against the wall and pushed Remus to the floor with his feet. The man hadn’t stirred.

The next morning Remus had suggested (without thinking) that one day they’d just get a bigger bed, and Janus had turned a bright crimson at the easy way he had discussed their future together.

Either way, for now, they stayed in their respective beds, but at that moment, Janus was missing the distinctive feeling of being Remus’ teddy bear. His mind was a whirlpool of thoughts, or perhaps a tornado. It was a flurry any which way, one that kept his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling he couldn’t even see in the dark. Across the small room, he could hear Remus shifting, his breath catching every time he moved, meaning he was probably still awake as well.

“Remus?”

“Yeah, snakey?”

Guess he was right, then. Janus rolled towards him, even though he couldn’t make out anything in the pitch black.

“I can’t sleep.”

There was a chuckle from across the room. “Have you even tried?” It was a valid question; it hadn’t been more than five minutes since they’d turned off the lights.

“I mean, I won’t be able to sleep.” Janus sighed. He gnawed at his fingernails as louder shuffling came from Remus’ bed.

“Why not?”

There were a few things, if he was honest.

“Does Virgil get mad like that a lot?” Not what he’d meant to lead with, but oh well.

“Oh,” Remus replied lightly, “He wasn’t mad. He probably sounded real pissed though. He was just worried about Logan. They grew up together and all that shit, so Virgil got like a front row seat of all the shit they did to him. Taping his hands to tables so he didn’t flap ‘em, all that.”

Janus was speechless.

“Is that all that’s buggin’ ya?”

“Not really.”

“Spill the tea.”

In a familiar moment of self consciousness, Janus curled his knees into his chest. He wants to hear you, he wants to hear you. The blankets pooled around his waist as he sat up, hoping the position would somehow grant him more courage.

“I started thinking about… what Logan said, and now I don’t know if I want to go home or stay on campus over summer. I didn’t know that was even an option. But it would be so much easier to not have to pack up again, and I’m just getting used to it here, but what if my parents are mad, like Logan’s?”

The fairy lights that encircled their room flickered to life, revealing Remus had stretched to reach the switch from his bed.

“I didn’t get the email and now I don’t even know if it’s possible for me to stay on campus, what if I missed a due date? It’s my fault, I should have checked every folder and now I don’t know what to do, I…” Janus’ sentence bled into a hum from the back of his throat. The swirling flotsam of thoughts thickened, a swarm of bees being swallowed by their own honey; worries still existing, but now infinitely harder to reach and express.

“I don’t know what to do- I… I don’t, I can’t think, my brain’s too busy-” He wrapped his fists in his blanket to keep from gripping his hair. All of the sudden, he was a coiled spring and there was nothing he could do to loosen the pressure. He needed a release, he needed to move and to be held still, his chest full of helium but his arms filled with a colony of ants under his skin, every molecule separating and floating away. Janus shoved his fists into the blankets, pushing and pushing and begging for the awful pressure to disappear.

“Hey hey hey, take a breath, snakey. I’m right here.”

The bed dipped under Remus’ weight and his first reaction was to reach out but no, no the ants were still there, in his hands, and he bent them backwards at the wrist to kill the itch. Curl curl curl, and his fists were jammed against his jaw, pressure push stop stop-

“I’m trying, I am, I just-” He cut himself off with a sob that was more of a cough, drawing in a wheezing breath. Remus must be freaking out, he could tell, and god he wanted to stop but the cycle continued, cough and breathe in and try to squish the fucking ants.

“Do you want me to get Logan? Or Patton?”

No, no, no. Janus shook his head vigorously and pushed his fists under his legs, leaning forward to force his whole weight on the limbs. Yeah, yeah that felt better, more weight, he needed more-

“Pressure,” Janus gasped, interrupting whatever Remus had been saying but finding he couldn’t care less. He removed one hand from the safety he’d found and hit the heel of it to his chest. “I need- I need pressure, weight, I can’t-” Cough. Hum.

“Weighted blanket? Is that it?” The worry in Remus’ voice was so clear it was almost embarrassing, but Janus would never admit how much he adored it; it was a level of softness no one else was privy to.

“No-” The weighted blanket would have been his go to before, when he was alone, but it was never enough.

Deep pressure therapy, he remembered Logan calling it. A way to regulate the nervous system when it was going nuts, something about resetting the ‘fight or flight’ reflex. He couldn’t remember the details. But he could remember Logan’s explaining different forms of it.

“Hug?” Janus pleaded, rocking forward onto his hands once more.

“I- What…- Are you sure?”

Janus let out a broken sound. He nodded quickly, freeing a hand to circle it over his chest, palm flat, over and over. Please. Logically, he knew there was no time pressure, but there was an undeniable feeling of ‘hurry, hurry, hurry’ rushing through him. Fight or flight, maybe.

Remus opened his arms and Janus was scrambling across the gap immediately, curling sideways on his lap. The only thing he could compare it to was dumping sand on a fire as Remus’ arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer to his chest and pressing his nose into Janus’ hair. Remus swayed them back and forth like he was reading Janus’ damn mind, and he finally took a deep breath. All the stress trickled from his tense muscles bit by bit, and the younger could have cried from relief.

Janus was quickly finding it hard to keep his eyes open as Remus kept rocking them, listening to his heartbeat and following his breathing in the rare quiet of their dorm that had come to feel like home.

“Feeling better?” Remus whispered.

Janus tensed immediately. “Don’t let go.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

And he didn’t.

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The Music of Your Beating Hearts

Soooo, I wrote this awhile back on the Hazelnoot Discord and I told a couple people I would post it then I low key forgot so I’m sorry this is late but I hope y’all still enjoy this bit of tooth rotting fluff. As always the characters belong to @lumosinlove 🥰

They were coming back, Logan knew they were coming back. Finn and Leo had only left to run errands but without them home their apartment echoed with a weird hollow emptiness that tried to creep its way under his skin. He knew they’d be back, he knew it. Logan squeezed his eyes closed and let his body flop down onto the couch his face smooshing into the cushions, hoping that if he could just stop staring at their empty home the loneliness would ebb away. It didn’t though.

Logan reached out snagging his phone and air pods from the coffee table; it was time to try the one thing that never failed to make him smile. Soft gentle music filtered into his ears, his own voice harmonizing with the rhythmic strum of his guitar, the gentle tinkling of the piano blending into the melody. And behind it all Logan could hear two steady beats, quiet and subtle but so strong and sure, guiding the pace of the music with their rise and fall. If he listened close enough Logan could hear the soft laugh that Finn couldn’t hold back, he could hear his own hushed whispers, and Leo barely audible “I love you” only captured from the microphone Logan had pressed over his heart. He memorized these spots in the song wanting nothing more than to hear them blended into his music, he adored the imperfections because each time he heard them they guided him like a shepherds crook back to that night.

Logan could still feel it like it had only been moments ago. He could still feel the tingling zing under his skin as he collapsed, sweaty and panting into Finn and Leo’s open arms. There was no shortage of languid loving kisses as they each settled back into their bodies. Logan pressed a kiss to Leo’s sweat salty skin letting his head rest just over just partners still racing heart. Finn’s warm body was curled up behind him, forehead pressed into the dip between Logan’s shoulder blades, fingers tracing little patterns into the sensitive skin of his pelvis drawing shivers from his body.

The beat of Leo’s heart was steady and strong beneath Logan’s ear, it was a beautiful sound. It was the sound of life and love running through his partners veins and Logan couldn’t help but hum along with the beat. Suddenly, Logan was struck with an idea, he began to scramble up but found himself trapped by strong arms circling his waist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Finn groaned, hauling him back against his body and whispering the words into the join of his neck and shoulder.

“Fish, you gotta let me up, I want to go grab something.”

Finn just nuzzled in further and mumbled “don’t wanna,” Leo huffed a soft laugh at that.

“Come on. Mon amour, I won’t even be gone a minute. Please?”

“Fine, but less than a minute and I’m holding you to that. A second more and I’m coming to find you.” Finn made another dramatic groan but relaxed his grip letting Logan slip out of bed. True to his word Logan was back a moment later crawling into the warm spot between his partners.

“What’re you doing baby?” Finn asked curiously as Logan snagged his phone and connected a small microphone.

“Shhh,” Logan hushed softly, “try not to talk for a moment.”

Next to them Leo huffed a laugh at the absurdity of asking Finn not to talk, he reached out to trace his fingertips up Logan’s spine, “Sweetheart you’re asking the impossible,” he said teasingly.

“Hey, I can be quiet when I want to,” Finn replied indignantly, playfully sticking out his tongue in Leo’s direction.

Logan couldn’t hide the smile on his lip as he rolled his eyes and hushed his partners quietly. Finn looked down, watching curiously as Logan brought the microphone to his chest pressing it lightly over his heart. There was a long moment of silence with just their breathing and beating hearts to fill it. Finn looked at Logan with soft eyes full of love, the sheets rustled as he reached out and carefully brushed Logan’s mussed curls off his face. He threaded his fingers into that soft hair tenderly combing through until Logan finally looked up from the microphone still pressed to Finn's chest. Logan knew by the way he was hiding his grin, bottom lip caught between his teeth, Finn was about to lose it.

“Don’t laugh,” Logan whispered as quietly as he possibly could. Unfortunately though, that seemed to be Finns breaking point. Barely suppressed giggles bubbled out of him until in a final attempt to stay quiet Finn gently guided Logan closer, catching his lips in a soft kiss hoping to stifle his laughter.

“You’re impossible,” Logan whispered, finally pulling out of their kiss, Finn just grinned as he settled back into the pillows. Chuckling softly Logan turned to Leo, he carefully crawled over his partner positioning himself so he straddled his hips. Leo sighed as Logan settled his weight on him, he brought his hands up to rub up and down those strong thighs now stretched wide over his hips still bare from earlier.

“Your turn my love,” Logan whispered leaning forward to press the microphone over his heart. Leo looked up at him with sleepy dazed eyes, like the only thing tying him to consciousness was the grip of his palm against the firm muscle and warm flesh of Logan’s thighs.

As the silence stretched between them the microphone capturing that beautiful steady beat Leo slowly slid his palm up until it was pressed over Logan’s own heart. His eyes fell shut at the heat of Leo’s hand soaking into his chest, Logan couldn’t help but reach and lace their fingers together. He pressed Leo’s palm firmer against his skin almost like he wanted him to be able to reach inside and touch his heart. If he was honest though, he knew that both Leo and Finn had already touched it, they had cradled his heart in their palms cherishing it and protecting it like their own since the moment they had come into his life.

Sighing softly at the thought Logan let his eyes finally flutter open only to be greeted to the sight of a soft sleepy smile and cornflower blue eyes filled with more tenderness than Logan thought possible. Now that he was watching, Leo slowly carefully mouthed those three simple words that made Logan’s insides squirm with happiness, those words he wanted to etch into his skin to always have them close.

“I love you.”

Carefully, Logan switched off the microphone then placed it among various odds and ends on their bedside table before draping his body entirely over Leo’s. He tucked his face into the crook of his partner’s neck pressing a kiss just over the pulse point there. Leo hummed softly, shivering a little at the light kiss, he wrapped his arms around Logan and held him tight ensuring there wasn’t even an inch of space separating their bodies. Finn scooted a bit closer, he leaned up and pressed a kiss to the shell of Logan’s ear then relaxed back into their warm sheets. That night Logan felt love like he never had before, and as good as the sex was, and it was good, just the pure sweet intimacy of that moment was something he would never forget.

With the sound of his partners heartbeats playing in his ears Logan let the memories of that night wash over him, and it felt like cool ocean spray on a sun drenched beach, warm and balmy with love. He could feel the smile on his face as he watched the memory on repeat in his mind. The moment he heard the front door open Logan turned in his spot on the couch to watch his partners stumble through the door Finn tucked under Leo’s arm.

“Well you look happy,” Leo said when he caught sight of Logan laying on the couch grinning at them with a tender look in his eyes, “whatcha doing?”

Logan just held out his arms beckoning them to come be held, “Hmm, nothing much. Just thinking about these two guys I know, they’re kinda lame but I think you’d like ‘em.”

Finn made a slightly offended noise but it quickly got lost in laughter when he tackled Logan, pressing him further into the couch cushions and peppering his face with kisses.

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