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bella-rose29 · 9 months

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Arranged Marriages Chapter 2 - The Banquet Nikolai Lantsov x f!reader

Still working on the titles and will probably get something imaginative in 5 years, but this one is exactly what it says on the tin! I might have made up some of the stuff to do with the Tidemaker abilities.

Warnings: Slight mention of past trauma (it’s literally one line but please be aware of it :) ) If anyone notices any others that I haven’t picked up on please let me know!

This one is from Y/N’s perspective.

Translations (might be slightly wrong so sorry if they are):

Zdorov’ya nam - To us

Za novobrachnykh - For the newlyweds

Davayte vyp’yem za to - Let’s drink to that

Word count: 3.2k

Tag list: @kentucky-criedfricken, @polli05927, @kateswone, @historianthesecond

Y/N couldn’t breathe.

Her dress was far too tight and restrictive and not at all like the keftas she was used to wearing, and it itched and scratched and she wanted to burn it. Or rip it to shreds.

She’d been terrified before the service; nobody had told her anything about the new king of Ravka (she’d been in hiding while the civil war went on, protecting her family and a few neighbours with her gifts, so she’d never actually met him), and the rumours she had heard about him being the King of Scars were less than favourable. She had been pacing back and forth around the room she was in, Zoya Nazyalensky draped over a sofa in the middle of the floor watching her with amusement, when an urgent knock on the door sounded. The two women had looked at each other, confusion passing over both of their faces, before Zoya had stood up and answered it. Whoever was outside the door was clearly anxious, but Zoya had stood in just the right place so that Y/N couldn’t actually see who it was, and could barely make out the whispers. She did catch a few words, most notably “The King... disappeared.”

Well. That didn’t help her nerves.

She’d spent the next twenty minutes worried that he knew who she was and what she looked like and found her repulsive because of her features or her status as Grisha or her low birth, or was with another woman (or man), getting his last taste of freedom before this forced marriage. She’d also been concerned that he would be horrible, especially since nobody would tell her anything about his personality.

But then she’d walked into the hall and had seen him standing there and had decided that maybe they would be alright together after all. At least he didn’t look like a monster. No, he looked more like a saint to her.

He had seemed nice enough, offering her a hand to help her up onto the platform and giving her a smile, and she’d smiled back (not that he would see through the veil). When he’d been asked to remove her veil, his hands had been shaking, and she was nervous all over again, worried that he would run away like he had earlier. But he stayed where he was, and they got through the rest of the service, repeating vows and placing rings on each others’ fingers (although why he had to keep the gloves on she wasn’t sure), and then they were walking arm in arm back down the aisle and through the double doors.

She’d felt quite light then, able to breathe and happy with the knowledge that he wasn’t initially coming across as someone to be afraid of marrying, and hopeful that the two of them could make this arranged marriage work.

But then she’d sat down to eat, on the left of her new husband and at the head of the table, and she couldn’t breathe.

Everyone was watching her - everyone - and this time instead of having her back to them she could see each one of their faces. It was putting her off of her food, and the tightness of her dress wasn’t helping. She was hungry: she hadn’t eaten a thing all day apart from a few slices of bread that morning, having been far too nauseous to eat anything else.

Saints, she thought. It’s far too warm in here.

She’d had a few lessons from a noble woman before coming here once the engagement was decided, as she hadn’t been raised noble or for this kind of lifestyle. Y/N had grown up in a small village, not too far from Os Alta, with her small family in her small house. They were farmers, and she often used her abilities to help the village’s crops grow in the height of summer and protect them from frost in the winter. When she had been tested, she’d asked if she could commute from her home to the Little Palace, given it was only a forty minute ride, and she had impressed the Darkling so much within her first week of training that he had allowed it. She looked after her village, using her training to help grow her power and make her stronger, protecting the crops and the people that lived there. Y/N wasn’t sure why she’d been picked to marry the new king, only that once the war was over and she and her family and friends had come out of hiding, she was approached by her old friend. Zoya had told her that Y/N was to marry the king, and her mother was so happy it seemed too mean to refuse in front of her after all the horrors they had experienced.

So she said yes.

After that, her life was a whirlwind. Dresses were measured and made, jewellery bought, and she had temporarily lived on a fancy estate not far from where she had grown up. When she asked why she was the one that had to marry the king, Zoya had simply said “Because you were chosen.” Y/N had assumed that that meant the king had chosen her to be his queen, but him running away and hiding the morning of their wedding wasn’t backing up that thought. The estate she had lived on for the months before the marriage belonged to a widowed noblewoman, Lady Lebedev. She had been tutoring Y/N on how to be a noblewoman herself, since she had grown up on a farm, and that wasn’t acceptable for the soon-to-be Queen of Ravka.

One of the lessons she’d been given was in prejudices against Grisha (although she hardly thought she needed a three hour lecture on the topic, she had a whole life of experiencing prejudice against her people), and Lady Lebedev had said “Whatever you do, do not use your power. Most of the people at court will be like me, otkazat’sya, but they will be far more unhappy about having a Grisha on the throne than I am. Do not give them reason to get rid of you.”

Now Y/N glanced around the room at the people gathered and noted that roughly half were Grisha, and promptly decided that the noblewoman was wrong. She tucked her hands under the table and drew some water out of a jug behind her, forming a mist that settled on her skin and cooled her within seconds.

There, now I can breathe a bit better. Looking left and right she hoped that nobody had noticed, but when she locked eyes with her new husband, she knew that he had seen. He was blinking in slight shock, and when he leaned closer she worried he would tell her off, but instead he just whispered “I don’t suppose you could share some of that with me, could you? I feel like I’m roasting alive in these clothes.” Y/N was surprised at the twinkle of amusement in his eyes, but repeated her earlier actions, drawing a cool mist over his skin. He seemed to relax instantly, but the flush on his cheeks stayed.

Perhaps he’s still too warm, she thought. His clothes look far more stifling than mine.

“How are you doing? With the whole...” he paused as he waved his hands around the room, “being forced to marry a stranger thing?”

He was the first person to ask her how she was feeling since she had found out that she was to be Queen, and it took her a moment to stop being surprised and collect her thoughts. He was still speaking in a quiet voice, and the conversation felt like a secret that was kept between the two of them. Y/N decided that she liked that.

“It’s... alright, I suppose. I’m not... I wasn’t...” She gave up on trying to get full sentences out and slumped slightly in her chair, before catching the eye of an unimpressed noble and sitting up so straight it was as though she had a broom for a spine. Nikolai laughed, clearly finding this all hilarious, and she couldn’t help but frown a little. How was he taking it all so well? She knew that he’d been born into this life, but still, he could make being forced into a marriage look a bit less easy to go along with. “I wasn’t born for this, and I didn’t think I would ever find someone to marry, let alone be Queen. It’s difficult, trying to be something I’m not, but I’m doing my best and I’ll try to be a good wife.”

Then he was the one frowning, confusion crossing his face and his brows drawing together. His tone was gentle when he spoke. “I’m not asking you to be a good wife. I know that all of this is difficult, and definitely not what I wanted and probably not what you wanted either, and I’m aware that it won’t be easy for you to step into this role, both as Queen or as my wife, and if it helps then it’s not going to be easy for me either, the role of King or the role of husband. I didn’t think I would have to be either of those, not like this, anyway. But I’m asking how you are feeling, not what you think I want to hear about how you’re feeling.”

She slumped again, not looking up to see if the noble was watching her. “I guess...” she sighed and lowered her voice. “My dress is too tight and it itches and I’m so hungry I could eat a horse but I can’t eat because I don’t think there’s room for me to fit anything but myself in this dress, and I’m hot and I’m tired and all I really want is to find a large body of water and lie in it.”

He blinked in shock again, then let out a loud laugh. A few people turned their heads to look at the couple, smiling when they realised that she was the reason for his happiness.

“I’m sure nobody would mind if we snuck off early to go find a large body of water for you to lie down in,” he said with a smile and a wink. Y/N found herself returning it, then realised what he’d said.

“We can’t leave early, people will talk! And I absolutely refuse to miss dessert. I don’t care if I have to cut this dress open to fit it in.”

So they stayed, Y/N managing to get a few mouthfuls of the meal down (she did try and stretch the dress out a bit though, it was far too like a second skin), and the two of them finding out simple things about each other, the things they would have known had they met under normal circumstances. Then when the main meals were taken away and the dessert came out, her eyes lit up, taking in every inch of the sweet treat with her eyes in seconds, then taking it all in with her cutlery in just as much time. Nikolai’s eyes widened, before a huge grin broke out over his face and he tucked in to his own dessert. When most people had finished, he picked up his fork and tapped it against his glass, a soft clink clink clink echoing around the room. The chatter died down as he stood up, glass in hand, and said “A toast. To Ravka, and all of her people, and to a better, united future. To us,” - he gestured around the room, then looked down at Y/N - “and to my wife. Zdorov’ya nam!”

She didn’t miss the way that he had emphasised the “all” when he was speaking about Ravka’s people, knowing that he was including Grisha in his sentiment. A chorus of responses filled the room, from “Za novobrachnykh!” to “Davatye vyp’yem za to!”, and the clinking of glasses all over came after. Nikolai sat back down, holding his glass out for her to clink, and she did so with a smile on her face.

“Nobody would notice if we went to find that large body of water now,” he whispered.

She pretended to think for a moment, tapping a finger on her chin, then replied “We can always just say they were drunk if they did.” It wouldn’t be difficult, most people had been drinking for hours, many empty bottles of kvas taken out already. He offered his hand out to her for the second time that day, and she took it for the second time that day, both getting up and sneaking out behind the people stood cheering and drinking.

They were laughing, half running through corridors, and she decided that perhaps her life with him wouldn’t be so bad after all. Then they were outside, by a lake, and she took her shoes off and struggled with the laces on her dress for a while until she gave up and just jumped in. She could hear him laughing through the water; he must be close to the bank. Down here, she was free. Down here she didn’t have to be anyone but herself.

Down here, she could breathe.

She surfaced after a minute or so when she thought he’d start to worry, only to see that he wasn’t there. The moon gave enough light for her to see by, and the stars were bright enough that she could navigate by the constellations, but her new husband was nowhere to be found. She reached out with her power, trying to sense the water in his body, but he wasn’t within the closest 50 metres to her. She panicked, thinking he’d either gone to get help because he thought she was drowning (but he knew she was a Tidemaker, so unless he was monumentally stupid he wouldn’t have done that), or he’d run away again like he had before the ceremony, deciding he couldn’t stay married to her and had gone to get an annulment. She had been left in the dark by a man she thought she could trust before, back when she couldn’t defend herself, but Saints be damned if she was going to let that happen again.

She hauled herself out of the water, taking the damp out of her clothes and drying her hair, then headed back to the palace. At some point, the water must have loosened the fabric of her dress, because it didn’t feel quite so close to her body anymore.

“If he didn’t want to be near me, he could have just said so,” she huffed. She found her way back to her rooms that she had been shown to earlier, letting herself in and closing the door behind her. Y/N redressed into her bedclothes, and then she sat in her bed under the covers and waited. She knew she was expected to wait until he came to her on their wedding night, that she shouldn’t go to him, but as the time passed and it got later, it was soon nearing midnight, and she was still alone.

Not long after, she fell asleep, tired from the stress of the day and the amount of food she had somehow eaten in her tight dress at the banquet. She was woken in the morning by the sound of her door opening, instincts from when she was in training kicking in and making her alert, and she hoped for a moment that it was Nikolai.

When she saw that it was only servants, she deflated, then refused to let them help her when she got washed and dressed. It was still too strange to have people wait on her hand and foot. She did allow them to sort out her hair, which she hadn’t brushed after her time in the lake and was now incredibly knotty after her restless sleep.

Y/N was escorted to the same hall they had had the banquet in last night, and stopped at the door when she saw Nikolai sat in his seat at the head of the table, smiling and talking to his Triumvirate as if nothing had happened.

I suppose nothing did happen, she thought, a frown finding its way onto her face. He still hadn’t said anything about why he hadn’t kissed her during the ceremony, and that combined with him leaving her and then not visiting her chambers left her wondering what it was about her that he didn’t want to be around. She stopped lingering on the threshold and walked into the room, head held high but avoiding eye contact with the king. When she was sat down next to him, she instead spoke to Zoya on her left, saying what a lovely morning it was. She could feel him watching her, and when he cleared his throat and touched a hand to her shoulder to get her attention she turned to face him, keeping her expression as blank as she could.

He was wary, his expression clearly showing it. “Good morning... did you sleep alright?” Even his tone was wary, cautious, and she tried to keep her eyes from rolling.

“I slept just fine, thank you. Although perhaps I would have slept better if my husband hadn’t disappeared,” she replied, her smile sweet and her voice even sweeter. Nikolai looked taken aback, then embarrassed, but he offered no reason as to why he had left or not turned up. His mouth opened and closed like a fish a few times, and she raised a brow when he still couldn’t come up with anything. “It’s alright, you know, I didn’t want this marriage either, but an explanation would be nice. I told you I wanted to lie in a large body of water, and I’m a Tidemaker, so it’s not like I was going to drown. All I want to know is why you left me in the lake. I don’t want some big declaration of love, that’s not what our relationship is, and it probably never will be. I just want to know what was so important you had to leave me in the lake on my own, at night. Think on it for a while if you must, but I want an answer. I suppose I’ll see you during meetings, events and the like, to keep up the ruse that we’re happily married, but if you would rather just keep to yourself then that’s fine. Just tell me what needs to be done as Queen, and I’ll do it. But do not come to me as a husband until you have a reason for leaving.”

He stared at her, cheeks flushed, still gaping. Y/N smiled again, making it seem as though the newlyweds were just having a deep discussion about something interesting, then turned back to Zoya, already asking questions about the position of Grisha in the court and how people in the more rural areas were coping after the war.

If he wasn’t going to do his duty as her husband, that was fine. But she wouldn’t let it stop her from doing her duty as the Queen.

Chapter 3

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lanstov x y/n #nikolai x reader #nikolai x you #grishaverse #king of scars #netflix shadow and bone

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todoroki-waifu · 1 year

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I was wondering if I could get a fluffy Draken x Fem Reader x Mikey where all three are married and the reader finds out that she’s pregnant but doesn’t know how to tell them with them being busy with the bike shop they both own and the constant visits with the other gang members so she decides to surprise them all at once when they come to visit.

Note: Thank you for the request! My first Mikey x Reader x Draken fic. :) Definitely feel like I need more practice writing Draken, but I hope you enjoy!

Draken x Reader x Mikey

Warning: Female reader and mentions of pregnancy.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,403

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"Breakfast is ready!" You called your husbands from the kitchen, setting up the table.

"Coming!" Mikey attempts to get up from the table, but Draken stops him.

"Stay still! I'm not done with your hair." He scolds, combing his blonde locks before gathering the section that falls over his eyes. Draken then secures the chunk of hair with an elastic. "Hurry! I'm hungry, Ken-chin." "Shut up. If you only knew how to do your own hair, we'd be in the kitchen by now." "I don't wanna." Mikey liked having Draken do his hair. "No bickering this early in the morning." You said as you placed their respective drinks on the table. Your partners both mumbled before giving you a kiss each on the cheek. "You're not eating?" Draken raises a brow at a lack of plate on the table. "Uhh..nah, I'm okay, actually. I'm just gonna have some tea." You walk over to the boiling water, checking to see if the electric kettle was finished. "You sure? You okay?" Draken frowns at you skipping breakfast. It was the most important meal of the day. "Yes, baby. I'm fine. I'm just not ready to eat yet." The truth is you were a bit nauseous, but you couldn't let them know. Not yet. You had to figure out a way to tell them that they were going to be fathers. "Do you want Ken-chin to make you something?" Mikey offers Draken to cook you breakfast which the taller blonde doesn't mind, but he does shoot a small glare at his partner. Mikey had hands, too... "No, really. I'm good with my tea for now. Besides, I'm off today so I have all day to eat." You did sit between them when your tea was done, conversing about your plans for today. Once they were finished, you gave them the lunches you packed for them, both men kissing you before heading to work. You had the day off because of a doctor's visit, but you didn't tell them what kind of appointment. You were pregnant, about 8 weeks now and today was going to be your first ultrasound. You wanted your husbands to be present, but at the same time, you wanted to surprise them. Also, you wanted to make certain that you were actually pregnant. You were paranoid, hearing stories of false positives and you knew that an ultrasound would help determine the truth. And it did! You walked out of the appointment with a picture of your tiny baby. You smiled, overwhelmed with so many emotions. Happy, because you’re growing the family you, Mikey, and Draken had been talking about. Nervous, because there’s no manual on how to take care of a child.

You desperately wanted to talk to someone so you went straight to Mikey’s and Draken’s bike shop. However, their store was full of customers. Clients were picking up their motorcycles, bringing in their impaired ones, or purchasing new parts. You realized that now that winter was ending, spring was beginning which meant bike lovers were going to be out more.

“Ah, my sun and star!” Mikey stops his conversation with a customer and leaves the task to Draken. Draken yells at him briefly before going back to their client. Mikey hugs you tightly, lifting you up slightly from the ground before peppering your face with his lips.

He hated being apart from you too long. Didn’t matter if he had Draken. He wasn’t you.

“My love, you can’t just abandon work like that.”

“But you’re more important.” He pouts.

“I understand, but paying our bills and not living on the streets is also just as important. If we don’t have money, then we can’t get any dorayaki.” And that seemed to motivate your invincible husband.

You waited for them in the back, not minding if it took them a while. It gave you some time to think about how you were going to tell them the good news. You figured you could just show them the ultrasound pictures and take it from there. However, you hear a group of familiar voices enter through the front. You immediately stuff the pictures of your sonogram into your bag, peeking your head out from the break room. It was some of the Toman group. A few of them needed repairs on their bikes while the rest conversed with you and Mikey. The Toman gang stayed until the shop closed, but invited the three of you for dinner.

And it had been like that for almost two weeks. Your partners have been extra busy at the shop, finding that more people were discovering their small business. Not only that, but it seemed as if all of Toman wanted to catch up with their previous captain and vice captain. You didn't mind, but you were focused on how you wanted to announce your pregnancy to your husbands.

You preferred them to be the first ones and eventually tell the rest of your friends, but seeing how busy their schedules were, you decided to do it at tonight's dinner. It was at a restaurant where one of the Toman members knew the owner so the place was reserved just for you and the gang. Since you didn't know how you were going to reveal the news, you decided to seek help from Hina.

"Oh my gosh, you're preg-" Hina nearly screams out your secret, but you quickly had to hush her.

"Shh..! Yes, I am, but I need help telling everyone." You whispered low enough to where only she could hear.

"Hmmm....okay, okay. I got it. I'll take care of it." She winks as you both walk from your little corner and merge with the rest of your friends. A few minutes later, Hina is calling everyone to take a picture. You all gather around the coral haired girl, attempting to squeeze into the little phone screen. She holds her arm out, adjusting it as needed. Draken and Mikey take up both your sides, making sure to stand where you all could be seen.

"Okay, ready? 1...2...congrats to Papa Mikey and Papa Draken!" Hina says gleefully, recording everyone's initial reaction. Everyone made various noises, all eyes turned to you.

"Wait...what? Papa?" Mikey raises a brow then glances up at Draken.

"Hold on...you're..pregnant?!"

"Mhm!" You're trying not to laugh at everyone's faces, especially the ones who were still trying to process it. You pull out your phone, showing them a picture of the little life that was growing in you. Everyone cheered loudly for the three of you, wishing you good fortune and offering any help that you may need.

Dinner was fantastic and also relieving. You're finally free of your secret's burden. You're currently nestled between Mikey and Draken, the three of you looking over the sonogram pictures from your previous appointment.

"So you've been going to these appointments by yourself?" Draken realizes how long you've known about your pregnancy.

"Well, yeah. At first, I wasn't sure and wanted to confirm with my doctor, then after that, I was trying to find a way to tell you."

"I'm sorry. We've been so busy with the shop." He starts to feel guilty for not noticing sooner.

"I'm gonna stop going to work and take care of you from now on. Ken-chin can handle the shop." Mikey snuggles into you and Draken reaches over to bop him on the head. He was so attached to you. Not that Draken wasn't either, but he was more realistic when it came to wanting to be around you and earning a stable income.

"Manjiro, you know you can't do that. And Ken, no need to be sorry. I chose to not say anything." You grabbed both their hands, giving a kiss each to the back of them.

"Well, expect us to be coming with you to those appointments from now on." Mikey smiles, his heart beating with happiness and excitement. Draken nods in agreement then goes back to stare at the ultrasound photos, his cheeks hurting from the smile that was plastered on his face for a while.

You let out a happy sigh, snuggling into Draken while Mikey is hugging you from behind. You're excited and nervous about this new chapter in your lives, but you feel less anxious knowing that your two loving husbands are going to be with you all the way.

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sneezyminniejo · 3 months

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Phlegm Bucket

Jeonghan catches a cold

It hadn’t initially been that bad. In fact it had taken almost the entire day before he realized he was sick. Originally he had a mild sore throat, but paired with mucus he could also feel, he attributed the sore throat to allergies or rhinitis. However, neither the sore throat nor the post nasal drip dissipated after a couple of hours.

As the day wore on, he steadily felt worse. By the time evening schedules were supposed to start, he wanted nothing more than to be in bed. He wasn't even feeling all that hungry, which given how hectic their schedules can be, is a bit surprising. As such, he wouldn't at all be surprised if he had even an inkling of a fever. He managed to get through his schedules without his members finding out that he's not feeling well. He crawled into bed with a slightly elevated temperature, hoping he'd either be obviously sick or feeling better tomorrow.

The following morning when he woke up, the first thing he did was take his temperature. Sure enough, it was reading 38. There was still a little bit of time before the rest of the group was due to wake up, so he decided to wait. If the number goes down, he'll go to work. If the number stays the same or goes up, he'll tell someone that he's too sick to go to schedules. He spent the next hour scrolling through his phone then checked his temperature again. This time it read 37.2 which meant slightly elevated temperature, but still no fever. The elevated temperature clearly meant that his body was beginning to fight something, but he felt fine. Obviously the plan for the day is to go to schedule and pretend to be feeling completely normal.

“-ake up. Jeonghan hyung. Wake up.” Soonyoung shook the elder awake. Jeonghan slowly blinked awake and quickly realized that he had fallen back asleep on the couch. He coughed a little as he made his way to the kitchen to get some water. As he drank the water, he tried not to wince, as his throat was still hurting.

Jeonghan moved to the table where Seungkwan and Jihoon were. It looks like he had slept through breakfast being made, even though he wasn’t in his room. He sat down and began eating the food he served himself.

“Hyung, why were you sleeping on the couch?” Sengkwan asked.

“I woke up a couple hours ago and moved to the couch. I guess at some point I fell back asleep “ Jeonghan shrugged as put some more food in his mouth.

Breakfast wasn't super chaotic because it was just the four of them. On days that everyone has the same starting schedule, they try to have a big group breakfast because it makes it easier to ensure everyone is accounted for. But today everyone has something different, so they're just eating with the people they live with.

The very first part of the day Jeonghan felt completely fine, aside from the sore throat. It wasn't until group dance practice that he started to once again feel bad. The post nasal drip was still pretty bad, and it was making him feel nauseous. The second oldest knew that he wasn't going to actually get sick, but it didn't change the fact that the amount of mucus draining into his stomach was upsetting the organ.

“Hyung, you don't look good. Are you feeling okay?” Chan asked Jeonghan during the first water break.

“I'm fine Di-” Jeonghan began to respond. Only to be interrupted by a very harsh cough that almost sounded like he was going to throw up.

“That doesn’t sound fine, hyung.” The maknae said. The younger man went to grab his water bottle and offered it to the older man.

“I’m fine Dino-yah. I’m just getting a cold.” The second oldest dismissed Chan’s water bottle in favor of his own. He wasn’t really in the mood to potentially pass his germs onto his members.

As the day progressed, Jeonghan’s stomach thankfully settled down. He still didn’t feel great, but he was feeling better than he was before lunch. However, he was dead on his feet by the time he and the rest of the group got back to the dorm. He barely had enough energy to shower. He also wasn’t hungry enough for dinner and went straight to sleep.

The following morning, Jeonghan woke up to a very harsh coughing fit. Whatever bug he’d managed to pick up was now fully settled into his system and it appeared to be a nasty chest cold. He drank some water from the cup on his nightstand before deciding to make himself some tea to try to soothe his throat.

It was somewhat early and Jeonghan had apparently woken up before the three men he shared an apartment with. He did his best to stifle his coughs until he could be back in his room, but it was proving fairly difficult. As soon as he finished making his tea, he went back to his room as quickly as possible. The moment he got back to his room, he grabbed a discarded sweater that was on the floor and coughed extremely harshly into it. Afterwards, he grabbed a tissue from the box he keeps on his nightstand and blew his nose, before finally taking a sip of his tea. Jeonghan crawled back into his bed and tried to go back to sleep.

Sleep was proving near impossible for the second oldest, as whatever mucus was draining down his throat kept irritating his throat. He kept bringing his blanket over his face to attempt to muffle his coughs as best as possible. Eventually he decided to lean his pillows against the wall in a vain attempt to prop himself up and hope that that would somehow help. Unfortunately shortly after he repositioned himself, his alarm began to go off. He groaned as he turned it off and got out of bed.

Jeonghan got dressed and drank his tea which was now cold. He also felt rather bad, and decided to put a mask on before leaving his room. In his opinion, his cough is next level bad, and he’d like to try not to pass his cold onto his members.

When Jeonghan entered the bathroom, Seungkwan was also there. The younger immediately noticed the fact that Jeonghan was wearing a mask. Seungkwan grabbed the infrared thermometer and scanned the older’s forehead.

“You don’t have a fever, hyung.” Seungkwan said. Jeonghan merely nodded before opening the medicine cabinet and removing the nearly empty bottle of liquid cold medicine and taking it back to his room. Once in his room, he did his best to take a swig of the cold medicine without gagging on the foul flavor. As soon as he managed to swallow the vile tasting liquid, he chugged several sips of water from his water bottle. He hoped the medicine would be of some help, but he wasn’t super optimistic based on how he currently felt.

Jeonghan almost wished he’d been running a fever. Especially when he entered the main area of the apartment and Jihoon immediately placed his hand on his forehead. “You look like shit, hyung.” The younger said. Jeonghan couldn’t help but nod in response. “I feel like shit too.”

Aside from responding to Jihoon, he remained quiet all throughout breakfast and in the car ride to the company. It was obvious to the three sharing an apartment with the sick member that he wasn’t feeling good. Soonyoung messaged Seungcheol to let him know that Jeonghan was sick and none of them were sure how present he’d be during dance or vocal practice.

Upon arriving at the company building, the leader was quick to pull Jeonghan aside to check in with him. The moment the slightly younger tried to speak, he wound up in a minute long throat tearing coughing fit. Seungcheol responded by grabbing the younger’s water bottle from his bag and offering it to him while rubbing his back. “I don’t think you should practice today. If you can’t even talk without coughing up a storm, you’re not going to accomplish anything today.” “No fever.” Jeonghan managed to say in between coughs. Seungcheol gave Jeonghan a look. “Tell me Hannie and please be honest. Did you only come in to work today because you don’t have a fever?” Jeonghan nodded as he sipped his water.

“In that case, I think you should go back to your dorm. If you’re too sick to effectively work, there’s really no point in you being here. Unless you want to sit and watch us practice of course.” Seungcheol said. Jeonghan shook his head at the mere suggestion of staying to watch. He’d much rather be in bed. The leader chuckled a little at his reaction before sending him back to the car to go home. The leader went to talk to the manager.

Jeonghan got back to the dorm and he first decided to start making some tea. He made two cups of water and put salt in one and tea in the other. While he waited for the tea to fully steep, he went to the bathroom with the salt water to do a throat gargle. The initial attempt to gargle the salt water left him a sputtering mess as his body rejected the idea of gargling anything. The second attempt went much better, but Jeonghan didn’t want to think about doing more gargles.

Jeonghan returned to the kitchen and grabbed the mug of tea before going to the living room to watch some tv. He grabbed a throw blanket and made himself comfortable on the couch. He turned on the tv to the children’s channel because it wasn’t going to be anything that he would need to pay attention to.

A few minutes after Jeonghan finished his tea, he had another fairly harsh coughing fit. He wound up coughing up some mucus, but unfortunately, there weren’t any tissues in the living area. Jeonghan didn’t feel like getting up, so he just grabbed his empty mug and spat into it. The next time Jeonghan had a productive cough, he did the same thing and spat the mucus into his mug.

Seungcheol had checked in periodically with the sick member when the group’s breaks allowed it. Every time, Jeonghan responded that he felt like shit, but otherwise he was fine.

Jeonghan migrated back to his room at some point and eventually fell asleep. Only to be woken up some time later by Soonyoung and Seungkwan returning home. Jihoon had stayed behind at the studio to get some writing done. It was less the younger members coming home, and more Seungkwan not knowing that Jeonghan was sleeping and loudly opened his door to say they had gotten home and ask him how he was doing.

“Sorry hyung, I didn’t know you were sleeping. Your li-” Seungkwan was interrupted by Jeonghan abruptly sitting up and once again coughing rather productively. When Jeonghan felt the wad of mucus hit the back of his teeth, he stumbled past the younger to get to the bathroom, where he spat it into the sink. He turned on the faucet to rinse it down the drain then leaned against the counter tiredly.

“Are you okay hyung?” Seungkwan asked from the door of the bathroom. Jeonghan nodded his head and moved past him to the living room where Soonyoung was sitting, scrolling through his phone. The sick member sat down next to Soonyoung and Seungkwan wasn’t far behind with the thermometer in hand.

“How’re you feeling now hyung?” Soonyoung asked as he pocketed his phone. Seungkwan took Jeonghan’s temperature, and just like the previous times, it came back normal.

“I feel great gu-.” Jeonghan started, but it came out barely above a whisper. Jeonghan’s eyes widened a little when he tried to speak. Because he had barely spoken all day, he hadn’t realized that he had been coughing so much to lose his voice.

“I’m going to make you some tea.” Seungkwan said before walking over to the kitchen. Meanwhile Soonyoung texted an update to Seungcheol telling him that while Jeonghan still didn’t have a fever, he lost his voice.

Jeonghan had long given up on wearing a mask in his own dorm. Even though he didn’t want his members to catch his cold, he realized that it was just a little impractical to be wearing a mask in his own living space. Unless of course he were to sequester himself to his room, which was equally impractical because his manager could demand he come into work purely because he doesn’t have a fever.

Shortly before Seungkwan finished making the tea, Jeonghan once again had a coughing fit. He did his best to keep his face rammed into his elbow, and he could feel Sooyoung patting his back. “I think you might want to consider going to the doctor hyung.” Jeonghan shook his head right before nodding. He was honestly kind of miserable and wanted something to bare minimum, alleviate the cough. The cold medicine he had taken that morning hadn’t done anything.

It wasn’t long for Seungkwan to make the tea. He carried a tray with three mugs, one for each of them. He gave one to Soonyoung and one to Jeonghan before sitting down next to the sick member. Jeonghan took a sip and then decided to hold the mug up to his face and just spend time inhaling some of the steam. The trio sat in relative silence until Soonyoung spotted something.

“Hyung, what’s in this mug?” Soonyoung asked when he looked at the contents of the mug that Jeonghan had left out earlier. At the bottom of the mug was a thin layer of some kind of green viscous liquid. “Is this some kind of remedy you tried?” He continues to ask as he goes to take a sip of whatever was in the mug.

Before Soonyoung could fully bring the mug to his lips, Jeonghan knocked the mug out of his hand onto the floor. Jeonghan had a slightly panicked look on his face when he hit the mug out of Soonyoung’s hand. The handle of the mug broke off upon impact, but none of the mug’s contents spilled out. Both Soonyoung and Seungkwan looked a little bit shocked at Jeonghan’s actions, but quickly dismissed it for Jeonghan not wanting them to be in such direct contact with his germs. The sick member had gotten up and grabbed the mug and broken handle. He threw the handle in the trash, but placed the handle-less mug on the table next to his mug of tea. The younger two were slightly curious as to why the mug wasn’t taken to the kitchen or thrown away as well, but since Jeonghan currently couldn’t talk, they didn’t ask. Soonyoung turned on a drama they all had been watching and the trio once again fell into relative silence.

Around thirty minutes later, Jeonghan felt the same tickle in the back of his throat that had been bugging him off and on all day. He didn’t want to cough again, so he tried his best to hold them back, only to break out into an intense fit a moment later. Soonyoug got up to fetch a glass of water while Seungkwan patted the older’s back. Once the sick member finished coughing, he grabbed the handle-less mug and spat into it.

“That’s gross hyung.” Seungkwan said just as Soonyoung returned with the glass of water.

“What’s gross?” Soonyoung asked. Seungkwan grabbed the mug from Jeonghan and said, “It’s a phlegm bucket. Hyung’s been spitting the phlegm he coughs up into this mug.” Soonyoung grimaced as he handed Jeonghan the water.

“Yeah, thanks for not letting me drink that hyung.” Soonyoug responded. Jeonghan smiled as he drank the water. “No problem.” Jeonghan attempted to whisper, only to start coughing again.

“I’m going to text Jihoon and tell him we’re taking you to the doctor.” Soonyoung says just as Jihoon walks into the dorm. The three that had been in the dorm for a couple hours stared at Jihoon confusedly. The 96 liner shrugged his shoulders. “I forgot that the company was replacing a bunch of equipment. I decided to save what I was currently working on and come back.” Jihoon explained.

“Hyung, we’re taking Jeonghan hyung to the doctor, he’s gotten worse.” Seungkwan says. Brief confusion and concern crosses Jihoon’s face before shrugs his coat back on. Jeonghan follows the younger out of the dorm and to the car. Thankfully, the staff member that had driven Jihoon home hadn’t left yet.

The duo arrived at the urgent care clinic and were in the waiting room waiting to be seen. Jeonghan was wearing a mask and Jihoon had become more concerned for his hyung over the course of the car ride. He had listened to the older cough rather intensely during the ride and the staff member had to give him a random restaurant napkin that was in the glove box so that the sick member could spit out the phlegm he coughed up.

Jihoon had initially been a bit shocked that Jeonghan wanted him to go with him into the room, until he actually heard the older man try and fail to talk. Johoon explained to the doctor that Jeonghan had been sick for a couple of days and that he’d been coughing so hard to lose his voice and that he was coughing phlegm as well. The urgent care visit ended with Jeonghan getting a prescription for a cough suppressant so that he’d be able to properly rest along with a note excusing from work for the next week.

When the duo returned home, they found that Soonyoung and Seungkwan had made dinner for the four of them. The four men quietly ate dinner, only talking to update Jeonghan about things that had occurred during practice. The sick member found himself feeling not very hungry, but also pretty exhausted, so he excused himself from the table and called it a night early. As he walked to his room he could hear laughter as Seungkwan and Soonyoung were trying to somehow prank Jihoon with the phlegm bucket.

#seventeen #sickfic #jeonghan

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dulcedebusse · 5 months

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Three months on T babyyyyy

Wanted to share my experience as a hesitant nonbinary person on low (currently 1/4) dose T. This will be long but I'll try to organize.

Body:

-- Overall fat distribution and weight loss. I got cut in like three weeks flat? I think this is due in part to me not knowing how to eat properly with an increased metabolism. But for real. I lost the fat on my arms that had never gone away even on a good work out plans (and ffff even when I was anorexic). I lost most of the little pouch below my belly button. Fat from my legs, gone my dude just GONE. I'm eating properly now and these changes have stayed. I don't work out at all these days but I magically have more definition. I'm ecstatic.

-- Bottom growth. Yes right on day 2 even on low dose. I had a little growth spurt in the first three weeks, during which I was very sensitive and very horny (challenging combination). Since this growth spurt, nothing has changed and the sensitivity has gone down; I'm actually less sensitive than I was before. For me this is great because it was previously very easy to get overstimulated there in a bad/painful way. Hoping for another growth spurt soon. It's CUTE and I LOVE IT.

-- Body hair: no changes as far as I can tell. Maybe some of it grows a little faster. I've let the few hairs I have below my belly button grow out for the first time ever, and I think it's pretty cute.

-- Voice: no change as far as I can tell. Two coworkers did comment on my voice today but I am also sick.

-- Sweat: I notice my palms sweat more often, otherwise no change. This is kind of positive for me since before they'd only sweat if I was an anxiety goo blob; now it's just kind of a normal thing so I no longer associate it with that state.

-- Period: My first one on T was so minor and I got excited. Less mood swings, less pain. The second one... put me down. It was absolutely horrible, extremely painful with bad moodswings, and my dysphoria went through the roof. This was the first time in my life I considered calling out of work for it. I have since started BC to stop my period because my T dose is too low to affect it--that came with a host of other things to deal with. Wish me luck.

-- Chronic pain: I have pretty bad back pain and hold a lot of tension in my shoulders and hips. I also have tendonitis and my hands often hurt like crazy in the cold or after I wake up. All of this has decreased significantly. My shoulders aren't crunchy! I would have had to do 1 hr of yoga per day to minimize my pain this much beforehand. (Have tested this.) I am amazed. I needed this so so badly.

Mind / mood:

-- Hunger: yes I'm hungry! Almost all the time! But it's also more manageable. Previously hunger would make me nauseous, angry, overall not functional. Now it's just plain hunger and it's pretty easy to take care of. I had some ED history so its amazing to just eat food that tastes good and feel good about it.

-- Irritability: a lot of people warned me about this but for me it's been very minor. I have noticed that in conflict I am more likely to not turn everything inward, which is actually pretty positive. (For example if I get crap at work, I'm more likely to write it off on the other person rather than have a breakdown in the bathroom and blame myself and spiral).

-- Sadness: I still feel normal levels of sad about things that are sad. I cry less about dumb stuff, but I still cry about serious stuff. I have depression and I do feel like it presents slightly differently--more just numbness, less sobbing.

-- Dysphoria: my day to day dysphoria has significantly decreased. When I do get dysphoria, it is much much worse.

-- Energy: I have more energy! Which is amazing because the main thing my depression does is take all my energy away. This has leveled off but in the beginning it was a very significant change.

Ok that's all I can think of. Feel free to ask me questions.

I'm so happy I'm doing this for myself. It's a very low dose, and I'm sure many people would prefer faster/greater changes, but thus far this has been so right for me. I'm choosing to participate in the creation of my self. For the first time in my life, I'm not chasing satisfaction to only end up with dissociation.

✌️

#ftm #transgender #non binary #trans #transmasc #transmasculine #hrt #enby #testosterone

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xtom-darling-x17 · 2 years

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Pairing - Prince Tom Holland x Princess Reader

Summary - You fall ill, not knowing what it could be. Tom takes care of you every step of the way.

Warnings - Slight angst, sadness.

A/N - 1600-1700s Period.

Early, in the morning you stir lightly, around in the bed. Tom peeping his eyes open, notices you haven’t got barely any cover on your shoulders.

“Sh,Sh Darling, It’s ok,” Tom whispers to you as he pulls the silk, duvet over you. He kisses your forehead, hearing you sigh peacefully as you snuggle back into his warm, toned chest.

Winter is coming, it’s quiet cold especially in the early morning and late afternoon. Tom added extra blankets to protect you from the cold, not wanting you to fall sick.

You drifted back to sleep with Tom, until Breakfast has been served. Warm in his embrace, just as you need and should be.

“Mm, Good Morning, My Love,” Tom whispers, seeing as your awake. Nuzzling his nose into you, you giggle.

“Good morning, Tommy,” You breathed out in between Tom’s stolen kisses from your lips, never gets old.

“You hungry, Darling?” Tom teases as he hears your stomach, he kisses your forehead taking your hand as you nod.

“You, My Dear! Stay in bed until I get your clothes,” Tom got himself dressed, well almost dressed.

“Do you need help with that?” You teased back, smiling at him as he nods, “Sit, on the bed,”

You sit up, still got the cover around your figure. It hugs all your curves ever so beautifully, Tom smirks as you start to do up his shirt button.

“Don’t, get cocky with me! Tom,” You give him a playful look, “I don’t know, what your on about,” Tom states, “But thank you, My Love,” he kisses you sweetly, on the lips.

“Your welcome, baby,” You ruffle his hair, hugging the covers further against you as you watch Tom suggest dresses to you.

“What about?” Tom pauses to look through your wardrobe, so many dresses to choose from, “This one?” He pulls a blue one with gold on it.

“That seems good,” You smile, Tom passing you it with your petty coat and other under garments.

You nod to Tom’s words, he helps to tie up your corset. You feel kind of dizzy but brushing it off as you just being hungry, luckily Tom didn’t notice.

“Beautiful as ever, Darling,” Tom kisses your cheek, he takes your hand leading the way to the great hall to have breakfast.

Pushing the door open you see a huge table full of delicious food, suitable plates and cutlery also being at the table for you.

“Good Morning, My Dears,” Nikki, smiled. Being Tom’s mother, she made a val to look after you too.

Harry, Sam and Paddy all look up, saying hello too with a small wave. All of the family adore you being a princess, who is kind and gentle. Now being the same person but as a royal title, Queen.

“Good morning,” You smile at Tom’s family now your own as well, you didn’t except Tom to pull out a chair for you but he did.

“Thank you,” You whisper, “No problem, Darling,” he kisses your cheek.

“Good morning, mum,” Tom smiles back at her kissing her on the cheek, just as he sits down.

You had a cup of tea poured, “Your Majesty,” You nod, letting them know you are appreciative. You didn’t feel yourself, feeling quite nauseous halfway through breakfast.

You continued to have chocolate and strawberries with pancakes, loving the way the delicacy hit your tongue. However, when it hit your stomach you didn’t feel too good.

Tom noticed your sudden change in breathing and movements, cutting his mother off.

“Darling,” Tom panicked, seeing you go pale and slightly dizzy. He noticed you couldn’t breathe, jumping up as his family gasped at how suddenly, you looked.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, Y/N try to breathe,” Tom said after he ripped open your corset, rather quickly allowing you to breathe. His mother went wide eyed with shock with his brothers.

Tom took off his suit, jacket to wrap it around your shoulders. So you are warm and covered up.

You breath heavily out, as your sit nauseous.

“Tom, I’m going to be sick,” You whimper out, Tom grabbed a empty bowl, “Here,” as you let the contents of your breakfast go, Tom is holding your hair and rubbing your back.

“It’s ok, Darling,” Tom whispers, sweet nothings in your ear as he try’s to calm your breathing pattern down.

“Can you go get a cloth and a bucket of warm water,” Nikki, asked the servant. They bowed and went to get the contents.

“Thank you,” Nikki said to the servant, “Here, darling,” she placed the wet, warm cloth on your forehead.

Your still sitting on the chair as Tom didn’t want to move you too sudden.

“You should take her to bed, I’ll call for the doctor and make sure to get her comfortable,” Nikki, told Tom, “You boys, go wash yourself’s up please best behaviours,”

“Thank you, mum,” Tom reply’s, “Anytime, sweetheart,” Nikki nods going down the hall to beckon a doctor.

“Tommy,” You whimper out, “I feel dizzy,”

“I know, Darling but I’m going to get you comfortable in bed,” Tom lifts you up effortlessly, even in your puffy, dress.

Every servant down the hall, saw Tom carrying you to your chambers. Panicking alerting in them as their Queen is ill.

Tom lays down you down on the bed, he gets out a night, gown for you to change to feel comfortable.

“I’m going to help you, My Love,” Tom kisses your forehead, “I don’t think you should be kissing me,” You try to giggle.

“Non, sense,” Tom slides the dress off of you with the other layers of clothing, you have on.

“This arm thru, then we are done,” Tom smiles, pulling the cover over you as you shiver.

The Doctor knocks “comes thru,” Tom answered.

“Your Majesty’s,” He bows to you and Tom.

“I’ve had a beckon from lady Nikki, unfortunately, Your Majesty, The Queen has symptoms of Dizziness and Sickness,” The doctor speaks, “Am I Correct?” He takes out his tools, to repair to check you.

“Yes, unfortunately that seems to be the case,” Tom firmly, confirms not wanting to seem weak but it is a dismal time when your wife is sick.

The doctor does all the medical procedures that are necessary, due to your condition.

“I believe, that it is unknown at what you have,” The doctor confirms, “However, I will check up on your Majesty, again later in the afternoon. If you see any changes, Your highness. Please let me know,” Tom nods, “Good, day Your Grace,”

“Thank you, good day,” Tom nods.

The doctor shuts the door, “How are you feeling, Darling?” Tom sits by your side, holding your hand.

“I’m feeling better, I need a drink,” Tom passed you a drink, “That’s good, Darling,” he kisses your forehead, rubbing your hand softly.

“If the Doctor, doesn’t know what you have. Then who will?” Tom furrowed his eyebrows, “I’m sure, I’ll be fine,” You try to smile to lighten up the mood.

“Your sick, My Love,” Tom sighs, “What do you feel now?”

“Tired,” You flutter your eye lids, “ok well you Rest, Sweetheart. I’ll get the maid to keep an eye on you and I’ll talk to my mother,”

“Love you, Darling,” Tom kisses your forehead, yet again.

“Love you too, Tommy,” You smile as you drift to sleep, comfortable.

Tom rushes to see his mother, immediately as he turns around the corner Nikki is walking up to him.

“I’ve got bad news,” Tom frowns, looking down at the ground.

“Really, because I’ve got good news!” Nikki smiles, clapping her hands, “But what is the bad news?” She questioned, curiously.

“I don’t know how any good news can come out of this but the Doctor said, he doesn’t know why Y/N is ill of health,” Tom breathes out, “I’m grateful, at least I got her breathing properly,”

“My Dear Son,” Nikki took his hand looking up into his eyes, “You do not need to worry about Your Queen being ill because technically she isn’t,” she shakes her head.

“How come? What could it possibly be?” Tom questioned, interrupting his mother.

“It is good, I promise. I Don’t think Y/N, even knows herself,” Nikki went on, “Y/N is with Child, Tom. She isn’t ill,” She smiled at her son, bringing him in for a hug as clearly, Tom is lost for words.

“What Really? Why couldn’t she breath,” Tom questioned further, curiously. He’s smiling and excited with the news, no wonder why the doctor didn’t know.

“I’m guessing you pulled her corset, a bit too tight, Maybe? she has a growing baby in there now,” Nikki explained, “But if the corset was not that tight, then maybe Y/N was panicking because she felt sick and dizzy. Yet again due to the baby,”

“It must of been the latter. Y/N likes me to pull her corset In because the maids do it too tight, apparently,” Tom nods, “Oh Yh, she did mention that to me once,” Nikki gives a cheeky, smile to her son.

“Oh ok,” Tom gulps, embarrassed, “Don’t be embarrassed, we all been there,” Nikki laughed out, “Now come, we need to go to the kitchen to get Y/N food and Drink. Can’t have her sick, while pregnant. You especially, need to look after her Thomas Holland,”

“Yes, of course Mother,” Tom agrees not daring to (even if King) to disagree but at last, they walk to the kitchen.

“Your Majesty, Lady Nikki,” The servants and maids, who they pass by either bowled or curtseyed to them.

Tom nods as he tells them to repair a meal for you, Nikki giving suggestions on what you should eat in particular to Tom.

“Thank you, I’ll take it in for her and explain,” Tom told his mum, “ Anytime, Thomas,” Nikki walked away, letting Tom go into your chambers alone.

Tom pops the tray down on the draws as he sees you still peacefully, asleep. He comes to your bedside, stroking your head as you let out soft snores.

“Darling,” Tom whispers, “Wake up, My Love,” He kisses your forehead, he shakes you just a little bit to see your eyes start to flutter.

You stir, opening your eyes to your king. “Darling, I’ve got you food and Drink. Do you feel any better?” Tom smiles, letting you come to surface where you are.

“Oh, hi Tommy,” You giggle, “Yh, I do feel better,” You mumble, Tom leans down to kiss your lips sweetly into a passionate kiss.

“Tom, you shouldn’t be kissing me! I’m ill, remember?” You pout, not wanting him to be sick too.

“Darling,” Tom grins, “I have something to tell you, I’m really excited about. I hope you will be too!” He now, sitting by your side.

“What is it?” You look curiously, at him as you stroke his hand.

“Your not sick like that, Beautiful,” Tom shakes his head, kissing your hand looking into your beautiful eyes with his own, “Your, Your with Child, My Love,” he smiles, brightly.

“Oh,” You widen your eyes and mouth with a smile across your face, “Oh” you giggle, “Tommy, we are really stupid!”

“I know, I can’t believe I thought you was ill. My own mother, actually told me,” Tom laughed, “we aren’t that stupid, I suppose because even the Doctor didn’t figure it out,”

You nodded, just being amused that you have a little one in your stomach.

“Explains, why I have a slight bump. It’s very faint but it’s still there,” You tell Tom as you touch your stomach, rubbing it to feel the bump, “I thought I was just bloated, to be fair,”

As Tom watches you with full of love within his eyes, long forgotten about your food. You take his larger, hand placing it on your stomach.

You already pulled the covers back and lifted your night gown, so he can feel your bare skin.

“Feels magical, Darling,” Tom smiles full of Grace as he smooths his hand over your skin, “So, fucking beautiful! My Queen,” He leans In whispering those sweet words in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Tom places his hand onto your jaw line as he gently pulls you in for a kiss. You bring your arms around him as you deepen the kiss with slipping, your tongue inside his mouth.

“You need to eat, Darling,” Tom pulls away, you pout as you didn’t feel his lips on yours anymore.

“I know, I know but eat this and we can kiss all you want,” Tom passes the tray, onto your lap.

You take your spoon and had some soup.

You pass Tom your tray as you finish wiping your mouth, “Thanks,” You smiled, kissing his cheek.

Tom’s supervisor took every royal business on hand, helping Tom out for him to look after you.

“Now, let me get changed into something a little more comfortable,” Tom changes, climbing into bed with you.

The candles now, burning dimly and slowly. You and Tom look at each other with pure Essence, in your eyes as you hold onto to one another.

Tom’s finger tips trailing from your foot, up to your leg and reaching your stomach.

“Your hands are always so soft, I love it,” You purr, Tom smirking at you as he leans down kissing your tummy, “My sweet little one, being our little Prince or Princess. Your mummy and Daddy, loves you so much,” he whispers to your baby.

The baby of course, isn’t developed where it can kick yet but Tom couldn’t resist his sweet words to your tummy.

“Tom,” You giggle, “what,” he smiled looking up innocently, feathering his finger tips across your tummy.

“Your too sweet, My King,” You giggle more, “Your sweeter, My Queen,” Tom smirked, kissing your lips with such sweetness nothing compares. His way of showing his love to you, will always send butterflies down to your core.

Tom curls bounced in his face when he went forward towards you, now his lips deepening into yours. You move his hair back, running your hands into his gorgeous, curly locks. Intensifying, the match stick flames you have between your’s and Tom’s bodies.

“God, My preys has been answered,” Tom mumbles as he pulls away, “You said that on our wedding day,” You laugh, looking at him as you still run your hand through his hair.

“Well, I said it again, My Love,” Tom whispers, “Your with child, that’s the greatest news since our wedding day,” You giggle out as Tom talks so heavenly to you, “Gorgeous like always, Darling,”

“Says yourself, Thomas,” You grin back cheeky.

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what-if-nct · 1 year

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Hey so uh… I think I’m going to relapse again… (CW // cutting, suicide)

I haven’t c*t myself in months, but I’m having the strong urge to do so.

I feel worthless and just disgusted in myself. No, no. I didn’t lose no nut november (or not yet at least), but something happened in college that left me traumatised.

So I had to go in by a special ed teacher since I had an assignment due today and I was struggling to get started. When I was finished, I was feeling hungry. Since it was 12pm, I decided to go to the lunch hall and checked if they had my safe foods (them being apple crumble and custard or a chicken burger) and as i was lining up, there was a staff member next to me that was asking for my lanyard. I had left it in my class, but couldn’t have the courage to even speak up, especially that it was someone I didn’t exactly know. Since I had been scolded for not wearing a lanyard, I decided to keep quiet in hopes that she would leave me alone and go about to her normal daily life. But as I was buying my food, I saw her standing right there and feeling uncomfortable in my stomach (like a tight feeling inside), I run off and went all the way from the 3rd floor to the 6th floor to the ALS hub room that I had kept open with a bin box in case something like this was to happen so I could walk in and just block the door as fast as I could.

There were about 3 (maybe up to 5) teachers standing outside trying to ask if they could come in as well as trying to open the door by using their card and pushing me slightly. Since this was a similar traumatising event from what happened to me at home involving the police (btw this is the reason why I’m afraid of police officers but plus the banging and the people who I trusted such as my dad helping them to open the door when I didn’t feel comfortable to), I got a flashback which triggered me so much that I had a literal panic attack that I was hyperventilating, my heart was pounding, my stomach was all over the place, I felt nauseous, it was horrible. And the teachers had the audacity to play it out as “it’s in the past now, let it go.”

Are you guys FUCKING retarded? (Pardon my language) They literally traumatised me to the point where I didn’t feel comfortable going downstairs to my mother’s car without a teacher I knew being present and they’re just playing it out as just a normal event that didn’t affect anyone. Yeah cool everyone is fine, but I’m literally until now trying to process what the fuck just happened and they just wanted me to move on with life.

This is what so many teachers do. They just invalidate that this is a very triggering and traumatising experience that I’m still until now reliving in my head. At this point, I don’t even feel comfortable going back to college on Monday anymore. In fact, I want to leave that place. This piece of shit place is a fucking joke and I don’t want to be in this foolery anymore. They don’t take into consideration that I’m struggling with mental health problems and barely have any emotional support that this was the main reason why I had been missing nearly every single class. It’s like they don’t have any fucking empathy of what I have to go through all the time.

Now I really do need to go back, but I’m too scared to go back inside. I think I need therapy to sort my fucking mind up. College is fucking me up, and they’re not even trying to help. If I get kicked out, I don’t even give a shit anymore. I would rather k*ll myself than to ever go to that college ever again. I’m gonna give them a bad reputation and if that includes embarrassing them in front of the school inspectors, then I’ll do just that.

Sorry about my rant. I just wanted to let it out since I had nobody to talk to properly. My mom would constantly get interrupted and distracted by phone calls and would ignore me until it’s finished.

— 🥋

Congratulations on going months without self harming. I know it's really hard not to relapse, also it sounds like you're self harm might be anxiety driven. So is mine. When you get to that breaking point, this is more of an emergency tactic but try to keep your hands busy rip up paper, or scribble on it till it rips, even picking at your nails or peeling stickers off something anything like that just in that heavy crashing moment til it wanes.

And it absolutely makes no sense that they don't listen to you and try to help make sure that you feel safe and understood. If you continuously have voiced how you're feeling there is no reason for them to replicating the actions that they know have traumatized you. And then to dismiss your feelings and how everything has impacted you. It's ridiculous. You shouldn't have to endure that, you don't deserve that kind of treatment. Since you're saying your parents aren't really all that helpful. I wonder if there a way for you change or switch anything so you can be somewhere that will treat you better.

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uwusenpaiuwu · 3 years

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Baji Being A Menace To Society (And Your Relationship) 2.0

Sequel to: Baji A.K.A. The Worst (Best) Matchmaker

Summary: Baji’s at it again, acting out-of-pocket and creating chaos for absolutely no reason, other than to see you suffer. In his own Baji-esque way, of course.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Warning(s): Boku no Pico is mentioned, but there is absolutely nothing graphic; mentions of masturbation

Note(s): I am so sorry if it isn’t funny. Sadly, I am but an amateur writer, not a comedian. Still, I hope you all enjoy! ^^

"(Y/n), want some ice cream? My treat."

Usually, you'd be the first to jump at an offer for a sweet treat, especially when you don't have to pay. However, as of now, the word 'ice cream,' when said by Baji, instantly triggers your fight-or flight-response. Paired with the fact that he’s broke as hell, your suspicions only increase for the sudden indulgence.

Since you know you're no match for the long-haired menace, your body automatically prepares to flee, legs twitching to lurch into a sprint. Unfortunately for you, just before you can get the fuck out of there, your hand is being grabbed by Mikey, who leisurely begins to tug you along to claim your dessert.

“You like ice cream, right?” he turns to ask, eyes unbelievably soft when looking at you.

And because you’re weak for him, all you can do is nod stiffly, trading in your sanity for the pleased grin that spreads across his face, his confident strides thereafter likely a result of him successfully remembering another miscellaneous fact about you, as has been the case since you officially started dating him. From the most trivial of things, like which brand of pens and pencils you prefer, to the slightly more important stuff, like ice cream being one of your favorite desserts; he’s made the effort of remembering them all.

He really doesn’t need to do any of that, ‘cause you’ll love him either way, but the conscious decision to do so is what makes you love him even more.

Zoning back into reality, you shake your head to reorient yourself. It isn’t the time to be going over the reasons why you’re such a lovesick puppy.

No, there are other things to worry about, mainly Baji.

You squeeze Mikey’s hand as you’re led to the nearest ice cream parlor to try and calm yourself. It works for the most part, especially when you get a reassuring squeeze back.

‘Right,’ you tell yourself, ‘it’s going to be okay.’

After all, Baji wouldn’t do anything too drastic, right?

~~~

You were wrong. So, so wrong.

Despite nothing having transpired yet, every alarm in your head is going off, pounding at the door of reason to get you to wake up and realize that it’s Baji you’re talking about, the same person that sets cars on fire when hungry and punches the first unfortunate soul he passes by on the street when sleepy.

You really should’ve listened to your survival instincts and ran. Alas, it’s much too late to escape, leaving you to wallow in your anxiety, while you wait for misfortune to strike.

And strike it does.

“Please, don’t sit next to me. You make me nauseous.”

“That’s cruel. I bought you ice cream, and you treat me like this?”

Yeah, he may have bought it, but you refuse to eat it because of how intensely Baji is staring at you. Fucking weirdo.

"Oh, do you want some of mine instead, (Y/n)?" Baji accentuates his question with a sensual lick to his ice cream from the edge of the cone to the finessed peak, making you extremely uncomfortable as he stares you down with the full motion.

As slowly as he licks his frozen treat do you slowly raise your middle finger, eliciting chuckles from the other occupants of the table.

You think you won that mini battle, though?

Ha! Nope.

Baji mirrors the vulgar action, not once breaking eye contact as he dips the tip of his finger directly into his ice cream, pulls it out, and proceeds to lick that, too.

Disgusted, you promptly avert your attention elsewhere, praying that Baji won’t continue being, well, himself.

Your prayers fall on deaf ears.

"It's cold!" As soon as the exclamation leaves your mouth, your blood runs glacial, knowing that you've unintentionally played into Baji's trap. The appearance of a sly, almost feral, smirk when you whip your head around to glare confirms what you already know.

The curtain has risen, and you’re standing center stage in a performance you can’t break free from.

"Aw, can't let it go to waste,” Baji continues, reaching over to scoop the ice cream you’re 100% certain he purposely spilled on the front of your shirt, with his fingers.

Then, to your horror and everyone else’s shock, he asks, without an ounce of virtue to his name, "Want me to lick it off with my mouth?"

Chifuyu is seated on the other side of the table, hiding his face in his hands. “Baji-san...”

"It'll stain if it dries like that." Dear God, how you wish to un-see Baji batting his eyelashes at you.

“I don’t care!” At this point, you’ve resorted to clumsily scooting your chair as far away from him as possible, which isn’t actually as far as you’d like considering your surroundings. Hell, so long as you put some distance between yourself and the crazy bastard that wants to see you suffer, you don’t mind having to force yourself halfway onto Mikey’s lap. (The firm hand that keeps you steady by the waist proves that your presence isn’t unwanted either.)

"Geez, (Y/n), you're such a scatterbrain."

Seeing Baji sell the line with a slow tugging of his hair behind the ear has you torn between laughing and dying a little more. Truthfully, his acting is frighteningly impressive, and you would’ve applauded his performance, if not for the fact that the role he’s playing still haunts your dreams.

By this time, most of who accompanied you to the ice cream parlor have figured out what kind of drugs Baji is on this time, which also means that those fuckers have seen, or are at least aware of, the cursed trilogy of questionable porn that’s being reenacted before their eyes, with you as an unwilling co-star. Those that are puzzled as to why people are shoving their fists in their mouths to refrain from laughing are obviously God’s favorites.

“The fuck is going on? I wanna laugh at Baji’s dumbassery, too.”

“Pah-chin... I think it’s best you don’t know.”

Interestingly enough, the one you’re most concerned about hasn’t said anything yet, splitting his attention between observing the scene unfolding and eating his portion of a deluxe sundae.

Then, out of nowhere-

“I understand.”

You and Baji freeze where you are, each of you grasping the other’s collar, you to shove him away, and him to draw you closer.

“(Y/n),” Mikey says, your name rolling silkily off his tongue in a tone much too fond for his next words, “if you like roleplay, just tell me.”

...

“Huh?”

“I’m fine with pissing, remember? So, roleplay shouldn’t be a problem.”

Heat rises to your face at an alarming pace, and it continues to climb as Mikey takes your free hand in his, which serves not to comfort but to unintentionally remind you of the humiliating experience from a few months back. And just when you convinced him that you didn’t want anything to do with getting freaky with the body’s excreta, too.

“You’ve got it wrong! I don’t- arfghfgh?!”

Your prayer to help cool down your flushed cheeks must have been heard, but you’re pretty damn sure you didn’t ask for Baji to shove his ice cream in your mouth!

“Oh, yeah. (Y/n)’s a fuckin’ geek when it comes to roleplay,” the unhinged bastard speaks in your stead, indifferent to the nails clawing at his hand clamped over your mouth. “You should try it with him. We were doing a scene from his favorite anime.”

Mikey tilts his head, interest positively piqued. “Which one is that?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, leader?”

Mikey raises an eyebrow.

Baji opens his mouth.

You lunge.

It’s a series of events that happens in the blink of an eye and ends with loud crashing as you tackle Baji to the ground.

“Listen up, Baji Keisuke. We took an oath that day, and if you dare utter a word of what went down, I’ll consider that a breach of the code of secrecy and take you down, making sure you drown in a pit of your own shame and despair.”

Surprised to have been pinned down so quickly, it takes a while for Baji’s brain to catch up, but when it does, he’s frustratingly unfazed at the threat.

“Oho~ How scary. Too bad for you, I have no shame.”

“Not even if I tell Mama Baji where your porn stash is?”

That has the great Baji tensing up.

“You wouldn’t dare use an underhanded tactic like that.”

Your lips turn into a wicked grin. “Are you sure? I have as much dirt on you as you have on me, and like you, I won’t hesitate to use it to my advantage.”

If your grin is wicked, Baji’s is downright evil, showing off his sharp, gritted canines and all.

“You got balls, (Y/n),” he snarls, “but mine are bigger.”

The boy beneath you opens his mouth, and faster than you can stop him, he just...does it.

“(Y/n) (L/n) watched Boku no Pico and liked it!”

Silence.

Silence is all that’s heard for a good, long minute following the booming roar of the revelation.

You dare not look up to gauge everyone’s reactions, instead keeping your icy glare fixated on Baji, who looks smug as shit for having caused the glorious eruption of heat to spread like wildfire across your entire body, from the tips of your ears down to where your skin disappears under the collar of your jacket.

This...

This is war.

Taking in a deep breath, you answer his uncalled for declaration with your own thunderous shout of, “Baji watched Boku no Pico and jacked off to it! Twice!”

Baji laughs. “Oh, pray tell, saintly (Y/n), how many times did you jack off to it?”

“None of your fucking business, asshole.”

“Pretty fucking sure it is, since we were in the same room.”

Someone chokes, while you choke Baji.

“We. Swore. To. Secrecy. You. Asshole,” you practically growl, with each of your words accompanied by a ruthless back-and-forth shaking of the other boy’s person.

“Let up on the choking, dude. I’m not into that. You, however-”

Unable to take the ceaseless slander to your name anymore, you reel your fist back, but, upon seeing Baji’s cheek turned to you, jaw jutted out, as if inviting you to take your best shot, you hesitate. You know you wouldn’t be able to pack enough of a punch to actually leave an impact on him, which is terribly upsetting.

On the bright side, there’s still one tactic you can use that’ll be just as effective, a technique courtesy of your health teacher, who happily taught it to the class to use in case of an emergency.

Technically, it’s meant to be used to assess a person’s level of consciousness, but you suppose it can be used to get back at inconsiderate idiots, too.

“Ow! Ow! What the fuc-! Ow!”

You keep a straight face as you continue to rub your knuckles against his sternum, fully intent on delivering the worst possible pain to the current bane of your existence. It brings a sort of sadistic satisfaction to hear the ever prideful Baji’s screams of pain, and while it doesn’t completely undo the damage done, it does help soothe your wounded self-esteem.

“You want me stop? Beg for it.”

“Pissing, roleplay, choking, and begging? Goddam- OW!”

Your reign of terror comes to its untimely end when you’re lifted up into the air by the armpits, and through the haze of your power trip, you realize that Baji’s saving grace is Draken, who proceeds to carry you out of the parlor with ease.

“People are staring,” he coolly explains when you protest to having unfinished business.

Pouting, you cross your arms over your chest. “It’s his fault.”

Once outside, Draken doesn’t immediately put you back on your feet, until Mikey strolls out of the parlor. Only when the gang leader has his arms outstretched to you are you promptly deposited on the ground and taken into his embrace.

“Are you done letting off some steam?” is the first thing he asks you. Even though you can’t see his expression, the way he holds you and the way he cradles the back of your head, handling you with the utmost care, is indication enough that there will be no reprimand for, essentially, assaulting your division commander. (You would argue that it was an act of self defense against verbal harassment, but whatever.)

There’s just an overwhelming amount of love. So, so, so much love for each other.

“Yeah, I am,” you eventually answer, followed by a content sigh.

“Good.”

Naturally, that’s the perfect time for the tinkling of the bells above the parlor door to pilfer your attention. Baji’s appearance causes your face to morph into a scowl.

You cling tighter to Mikey, peeking over his shoulder to flip the ravenet off and mouth, ‘Go to Hell.’

As always, Baji answers your attempt to appear opposing with an obnoxious smirk.

‘See you there.’

~~~

“Boku no Pico, huh?”

“Draken, don’t laugh! Baji forced me to watch it!”

“All 3 episodes?”

“Twice.”

“...”

“Favorite scene...?”

“As if I’d have one.”

"Actually-"

“Ahh! Shut up! Why are you here, stupid Baji?! You live in the other direction!”

~~~

“Hey, (Y/n). Want to try doing the same thing with me?”

You look up, perplexed. Mikey literally just walked into the room, and that was the first thing he said to you.

“Do wha-?”

Your breath catches in your throat when you turn your head, only for you to come centimeters from bumping noses with him. And because he can, he lovingly knocks your foreheads together, too.

“It’s okay. I promise it’ll definitely be fun.”

You should feel ashamed for recognizing the same sequence of lines from Boku no Pico so quickly, though any coherent words are overtaken by an incomprehensible, high-pitched screech, a feat achieved solely by a teenage boy going through puberty.

A combination of shock and amusement crosses over Mikey’s features then. He’s never heard you make that sound before.

It’s cute. Strains the ears quite a bit, but cute.

While Draken lurks beside him, questioning Mikey’s standards of what constitutes as ‘cute,’ you’re sprinting across the room, red-faced, to Baji, who’s already grinning from ear-to-ear.

“Stop tainting my boyfriend, you piece of shit! Give him back his innocence!”

(Unbeknownst to you, whilst immersed in your fit of hysterics, your use of the word ‘boyfriend’ has a certain blond beaming.

“Did you hear that, Ken-chin? He called me his boyfriend.”

“Wow, congrats.”

Mikey either doesn’t give a shit or is simply too smitten to acknowledge Draken’s apathetic response.)

Baji blinks, unable to believe what you’re trying to insinuate. “Innocent? That little gremlin motherfucker?”

Both of you look in Mikey’s direction. When he sees you staring, he breaks out in a smile and throws a wave.

Your heart involuntarily skips a beat at the sight, and, okay, you’re convinced. Mikey deserves better than knowing of that cursed series’ existence.

Clearly, you’re down bad for Toman’s leader, and as such, Baji figures he can use that to quench his boredom for the day.

“Ooh, if only you knew what he gets off to.”

The tone in his voice instantly rouses suspicion. You narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t care what kind of porn he gets off to.”

“Porn? Nah, ya silly goose-”

“Don’t call me that.”

Baji ignores your comment as he moves to sling one arm around your shoulders, the other raising up to mimic an obscene tugging motion that no teenage boy is a stranger to.

“He jerks it to yo-”

BAM!

One second, Baji is lazily hanging off of your person, the next, he’s sprawled out on the floor, face down, and groaning in pain. You expect nothing less after witnessing him receive a rather impressive flying kick to the chest from Mikey.

Before you can assess the full damage, your view gets obscured by a pair of keys.

“Wanna take my bike out for a spin?”

Yes, you know Mikey is trying to divert your attention from whatever Baji was going to say, and, yes, you probably should check on the figure that has yet to get up.

But do you really care?

You take one glance at Baji’s concerningly unmoving body and quickly come to a conclusion.

You do not.

That being said, you quite literally drag Mikey and, by extension, Draken out of there, chanting an excited, “Let’s go!” on your way, abandoning Baji to wither on the ground.

Baji?

Baji feels betrayed.

~~~

"Chifuyu?”

“Hm?”

“Y’know, I was joking.” Baji flips onto his back with a grunt. “Man, who knew Mikey was all grown up?”

The vice captain of the first division hums, seemingly uninterested in his commander’s musings.

It goes quiet for a few minutes, the sole instigator of noise being Chifuyu flipping the pages of his manga.

Unpredictable is Baji, and the same goes for his train of thought.

“I should punch Mikey for kicking me.”

“No, you’d get beat up.”

“...”

“I should punch (Y/n) for Mikey kicking me.”

Truly, unpredictable and senseless.

“You’d still get beat up.”

Baji opens his mouth to argue.

“By Mikey.”

He promptly closes it.

“Fuck it. I’ll keep spicing up their relationship as payback.”

Sighing, Chifuyu closes his book to crouch down next to him. “Baji-san, with all due respect, you’re an asshole.”

Baji Keisuke has experienced betrayal twice today.

And he deserved it both times.

#mikey x male reader #sano manjiro x male reader #sano manjirou x male reader #mikey x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #Tokyo Revengers #Sano Manjirou #sano manjiro #manjiro sano #manjirou sano #i tried #im so sorry #pls dont cancel me #PSA: don't masturbate in the same room as baji

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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the martyrdom of st. valentine (and other romantic stories) || dark!Bucky & dark!(stepbrother?)Steve x reader

summary: you wanted to surprise your boyfriend on valentine's day, but he and your foster brother have a surprise of their own.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (heavy dubcon to the point of pretty much noncon), kinda stepcest (as per summary, steve is the reader's foster brother), bondage, a lil touch of degradation

2/14 to-do list

get waxed

get Steve out of the apartment

pick up chocolate-covered strawberries from bakery on 6th

blindfold and handcuff myself to the bed

be waiting for Bucky naked when he gets here

You sighed as you looked down at the paper, crossing the first and third items off the list. The second was going to be a bit harder, unfortunately; your foster brother had a habit of hanging around and cramping your style as much as he could manage. He felt like a real brother in that way… okay, maybe he felt like a real brother in most ways, a consequence of knowing him for most of your life, but he was definitely not your real brother. You remembered that each time you caught yourself staring too long when he was shirtless, or returning from the gym all veiny and glistening with sweat.

But you also remembered that he was still the closest thing to a real brother you'd ever had, and you scolded yourself internally for ever acting differently.

It didn’t matter now— you had Bucky, and he was the most amazing guy you’d ever met. No, Steve was definitely not happy that introducing his best friend to his sister led to a relationship forming, but he couldn’t stop either of you in spite of his efforts to keep you apart.

Bucky had once expressed his suspicions that it was at least in part due to jealousy, if subliminal. But you denied it unilaterally— he’s basically my brother, you told him, though it was more of a reminder to yourself than anything.

Perverted concerns about Steve’s motivations aside, Bucky was a great guy. A bit of a sweet-talker for sure, and not exactly known for his ability to keep a long-term, serious relationship, but he was adamant that you had changed that and for once you were beginning to believe him. You’d said from the beginning that you didn’t need this to be the proverbial ‘it’ for either of you but that you didn’t do hook-ups— especially with your brother’s friends, and extra especially with your brother’s closest and longest friend. It only took a brief speech and two shots to convince you, now six months later and you were still going strong.

Days like this made you so happy you’d given in to his advances. But they also made you regret giving in to Steve’s idea to be roommates in college.

“Stevie!” you yelped as he walked in, stuffing the to-do list into your backpocket. “Just the man I wanted to see.”

“I doubt that,” he scoffed. “It’s Valentine’s Day, I bet you want to see Bucky. He’s coming over, right? And you want me to fuck off so my best friend can go to town on my sister?”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “I wanted to see you because I have a gift for you.”

“... you do?” His eyebrow raised and you hoped your smirk looked just as smug as it felt.

“So do you want your gift or do you want to be an asshole?”

“Do I have to pick just one?” he joked.

“Just come over here,” you instructed, waving him closer. He seemed hesitant, but eventually did as you’d asked. From your other back pocket you pulled out two tickets.

“Rangers, center ice,” you beamed. “For you and a date.”

“And this isn’t just an excuse to get me out of the house?”

“No, it’s a thank you for being such a great brother.”

“So, if I wanted to take Bucky…” he trailed off, already calling your bluff as you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, that’s just sad. There’s no reason you can’t find a girl to take— god knows Bucky hasn’t spent a Valentine’s Day alone since the fucking eighth grade. And you’re just as cute as he is!”

“Well, if you could alert the rest of the female population to that, that would be great,” he scoffed, “but until then I’ll take the tickets,” he decided as he took them from your hand. “A Rangers game might be the only thing distracting enough to keep me from thinking about what you and Buck are gonna do while I’m gone.”

You were hoping for a little more enthusiasm considering how much the tickets had cost you, but at least he was going to go and give you the apartment to yourself for the evening. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

After stripping and sprinkling rose petals on the comforter, you'd actually found a YouTube tutorial on how to blindfold and handcuff oneself, and it was a little odd that enough people had this problem to merit its existence but it was still very helpful: turns out the secret is to blindfold yourself first but keep it folded up with one eye able to see until you do the handcuffs, then use your arm to slide the blindfold down into place.

It was tricky, and a little bit extra awkward while naked, but you figured it out and smiled proudly to yourself as you completed your last task on your to-do list.

Now, for likely the most difficult task of all: waiting in darkness and silence for Bucky to arrive.

Apparently it is, in fact, possible to be slightly bored yet titillated. The thought of what Bucky would do to you when he got here was exciting, but it only made you crave his presence more which enhanced your quiet loneliness. It wasn't like you could read a book or listen to music to kill the time, so you settled for humming to yourself as you waited.

Don't go changing, to try and please me, something something before, hmmm

I just want someone that I can talk to, I want you just the way you are...

But that grew tiresome quickly and you resorted instead to planning exacty how angry you would be if Bucky was late when you were waiting for him in such a compromising and inconvenient state. For a moment you imagined he'd really gone to the Rangers game with Steve and became briefly livid over a hypothetical situation.

The crackling roar of Bucky's motorcycle outside was distant but undeniable, making you smile in anticipation. You worried for a moment that you might have locked the top lock of the front door by instinct, but thankfully Bucky and to make it inside alright since next thing you knew, your bedroom door was opening.

The rattle of the doorknob made your breath catch; you opened your legs slowly in time with the quiet creak of the hinges. “I’ve been waiting for you…” you purred.

“Hi there, babydoll,” Bucky’s voice answered back huskily.

The heavy steps of his boots made it clear he hadn't taken his shoes off at the door, a habit that had driven you crazy since he was your annoying brother's also-annoying best friend. Was this the real reason he'd chained you up, so he could freely irritate you? What next, was he gonna put a cold drink on your nightstand without a coaster?

"You really went all out for me, sweetheart," he noticed, his voice closer than you'd expected; it was fun to not know exactly where he would be, it made you squirm under the gaze you couldn't see but could somehow feel.

How weight joining yours on the bed was a good sign to his location though, along with his hands sliding up your legs.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he cooed pridefully as he dove in suddenly and licked a thick stripe through your folds.

“Fuck,” you shivered, tugging on your handcuffs unintentionally.

“Feel good, babygirl?” he pressed, chuckling when you nodded. “You want more?”

“Please,” you whimpered.

He didn’t get back to it right away, the weight on the bed shifting slightly, and it made you fear that he planned to make you beg more before eating you out— but finally his lips returned to you as his tongue explored your sex.

“Oh god,” you moaned, your back arching of its own volition. It was a little different than he normally did this— less confident and measured, more cautious yet hungry. Typically he teased you a lot more, knowing exactly the spots that drove you wild and intentionally leaving them understimulated until you begged him to let you come, but now as soon as he found them he was targeting them— perhaps a rare show of mercy from the guy who was normally happy to leave you on edge for hours.

You could feel his moans vibrating into you when he slid his tongue inside and against your channel; it instantly made your back arch as the handcuffs quietly clinked above your head.

He stopped just a little too soon, pulling your hips up until the back of your legs were resting on the front of his. Being manhandled by him turned you on enough to make you bite your lip.

"Fuck, put your cock in me, wanna feel you," you moaned your plea as you heard the rustling of clothes; your mouth watered when you imagined Bucky stripping, with that insane body of his.

His thick head glided over your entrance and you were preparing to beg some more when he suddenly pushed in, giving you what you wanted so much faster than normal. Not that you were complaining!

He was also much quieter than normal, which you were actually willing to complain about but didn't.

"Oh god," you groaned at the feeling of him stretching you open, gasping when his cock brushed right over your spot— it made your body jolt each time he pulled back and hit it again.

"Feels good, huh?" Bucky asked and you nodded happily.

"So good," you whimpered.

"I wasn't asking you."

Before you could question it, Bucky’s calloused fingers pulled up your blindfold— but it was Steve’s face above you, Steve’s body on top of yours… and, much to your horror, Steve’s cock inside you.

“What the fuck?!” you yelped, trying to squirm away as you tugged at the cuffs but failing completely.

“Fuck,” Steve winced, “you get really tight when you struggle like that.”

“Don’t act so surprised, babygirl,” Bucky cooed playfully as you turned to stare at his devilish grin. “You wanted this… you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself. And Stevie here always wanted this, too, and aren’t you so glad he told me?”

You shuddered as Steve continued thrusting, pushing his cock so deep it made you feel a little nauseous. "Steve, you've gotta stop," you begged. "If you love me, you'll stop."

"That's the thing: I love you too much to stop."

He moved faster, paying no mind to your confused whimpers, holding your hips tight as his head fell back slightly which brandished his thick neck and bobbing Adam's apple.

"There's no point in pretending," Bucky reminded you coldly, watching the whole thing with crossed arms and an expression that almost looked… bemused? "You already showed us how much you love it, so don't waste your time acting so disgusted now."

You regretted more than anything saying that it felt good, literally asking him to fuck you before you really understood what you were asking for: you thought it was Bucky, yes, but that didn't mean it was an act. It did feel good, and that must've been obvious to everyone since you were so wet already. You could hear it each time he pushed all the way in, that telltale squelching noise that was somehow disgusting and hot all at once.

Steve wasn't so quiet now that he didn't have to be. "God, you feel so good," he whispered, grabbing the backs of your knees and pushing your legs up. It forced his cock even deeper and you choked on your own suppressed moan.

You heard Bucky opening his belt, and turned your head to see him pull out and stroke his cock while he watched Steve fuck you. It was hard to imagine what he was getting out of this; he never seemed like the sharing type, if anything he sometimes became too possessive. But clearly there was a lot about him and Steve that you didn't understand.

"Play with her tits," Bucky instructed, voice a bit deeper as he pleasured himself, "makes her come so fast."

Steve dropped your legs to rest on his shoulders so his hands were free to grope your chest, thick fingers twisting and tugging your nipples. Annoyingly, Bucky knew his way around your body well by now, and so it was difficult to pretend that Steve's touches weren't sending shocks of pleasure right down your spine and to your core.

You had been biting on your lip so hard to stay quiet that you feared you would break the skin, until Bucky leaned down and gave you a little slap on the cheek— not very hard, but enough to make you gasp which in turn released the moan you'd been holding back.

"There it is, honey, don't be quiet for my benefit," Bucky encouraged. "It's okay to like it, I'm not gonna be jealous."

As if that was your concern; angering your boyfriend by enjoying being fucked by your foster brother.

"You really overestimate my interest in your— fuck— in your feelings," you panted as you glared up at Bucky where he was grinning down at you with a look that almost indicated pride.

"You're gonna come, aren't you?" he asked, ignoring your resistance entirely. Whatever chance you had at pretending he was wrong was lost when, just for a moment, your eyes widened at his question. "Yeah, thought so. I can tell by that dumb look on your face. I'm close too, babydoll, betcha wanna taste it…"

His free hand roughly held your jaw open as he stroked himself desperately, his weak groan coinciding with the moment you felt his hot seed spray into your open mouth, his taste familiar despite the entirely surreal circumstances.

It was purely coincidence that you came in that moment, your walls bearing down on Steve while you tried to stay silent so you wouldn't choke on Bucky's spend.

"Fuck, that's it, gonna fill this pretty mouth— god yes, you'd better swallow it all," he sighed as come painted your tongue and the inside of your cheek. Maybe it was more than normal or maybe it was just that he was tightening his hand around the head of his cock to get every drop in your mouth, but either way it was enough to give you quite a mouthful to swallow, which you did without much question due to force of habit.

"M’close too," Steve warned as Bucky stepped back, "I'm gonna come."

“No, Steve, not inside,” you whimpered, hearing the way your voice had weakened after your orgasm, “you can’t…”

“I can,” he disagreed, “Bucky said so.”

Once again, Bucky's will was more important than your own, and your desperate pulling at the handcuffs was only another reminder of the way you'd guided yourself into his trap.

"Don't," you stammered one more time, but it was hard to focus when he was filling you exactly how you needed, when his thick hands gripping your waist felt just as perfect as you'd secretly imagined so many times…

Denial is a powerful drug, but so is two orgasms in a row.

"Fuck!" you yelped as you felt a gush of warmth drip from your entrance, even further wetness spurring on Steve's fast and brutal thrusts into you.

"Knew you'd love it," Steve mumbled, growling slightly as he slammed into you. "Knew you'd take it so well, make a pretty mess all over my cock— fuck I can't wait anymore, gotta fill you up, oh my god... gotta give you my load, honey, you want it?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "Steve, yes, come in me…"

He didn't need much more encouragement than that, groaning loudly as you felt his cock flex and pulse against your walls, his release overwhelmingly hot inside you.

You sighed in time with Steve as he finally stilled, and it was hard to know where to look when Steve and Bucky were both staring down at you. “What happens now?” you found yourself asking, not so much a literal question about the next task but more about what the three of you were going to do with all the unfortunate truths that had come to light in less than half an hour.

“What happens now is I take my turn,” Bucky informed you sternly, pushing Steve aside. “Did you really think I wasn’t gonna fuck my girlfriend on Valentine’s Day?”

#dark!stucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!bucky barnes smut #dark!steve rogers smut

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently.

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric?

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.

Cut all ties now. You have two days.

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”

“It’s none of your business, Zara.”

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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I have a small request with Miya from Sk8 The Infinity of Miya trying to comfort his S/O when there parents are arguing If you feel comfortable with writing it.

(Gender neutral please)

Have a good day and stay safe!

miya chinen x gn!reader

a/n: sure thing!! You have a good day as well, and stay safe! And thank you so much for requesting, I love Miya so much <33 (actually, this reminds me that i really would like to rewatch sk8, but,,,,, hmmmmm procrastination) also!! It wasn’t specified, so I hope a oneshot is alright :)) if not, I’ll gladly rewrite it as headcanons! Either way, I hope this turned out alright!!

warnings: parental issues word count: 1,045

You sighed, looking at the outside of your house. School had just ended, and you honestly wanted to do anything but go home. The sounds of your parents screaming at each other, words no child should have to hear parents say to each other still imprinted in your mind. No, you really couldn’t handle it… Pulling out your phone, you walked back down the road, hoping your mom hadn’t seen you stop outside the front of the house. You shot her a quick text, asking if it was alright if you spent the rest of the day with Miya- then texting Miya, asking if you could go hang out with him for a while. Your mom was the first to text back, telling you to simply be back by dark. Miya then responded- “Sure. I’m over at Joe’s restaurant rn” You sighed, slightly relieved to get away from a place that you honestly didn’t feel like being in, and around someone you were always happy to see. Wasting no time, you began to walk in the direction of Joe’s restaurant. You weren’t necessarily hungry, but maybe you could buy something small… maybe that would get your mind off of things.

Once you stepped inside, you were greeted with a loud “welcome in,” from Joe. Nodding in acknowledgment of his words, you scanned the room for Miya, walking over to him once your eyes landed on him. He sat at a table, salad and several breadsticks sitting in front of him as he lifted his eyes from his phone. You took the seat next to him, offering an empty smile. “Yo,” He spoke, nudging the breadsticks your way, and shoving his fork into his salad. “Oh- thank you. You didn’t need to-” “I know, I didn't need to do anything. You didn’t eat a lot at lunch, so at least get those down. Who doesn’t like breadsticks?” Well, to be fair, there was no arguing with that- plus, looking down at the food, you realized that skipping lunch was finally catching up to you. The slightly nauseous feeling you got from staying up to your parents’ harsh words was less intense, as you took a bite from one of the breadsticks. Time passed, Miya remaining silent as the two of you ate. Honestly, it was nice. There was no pressure to talk. No pressure to think about the things that left you so upset. It was Miya, you, and your food. As all things should be.

“Now,” Miya spoke, after having led you out of the restaurant, your food long gone, Miya even having paid for it, “what’s going on?” The two of you sat near the empty skate park, a spot the two of you went to rather often. He knew your home life wasn’t ideal, and his honestly wasn’t the most ideal either. It was an escape. From home, and from people in general. He wasn’t the world’s greatest comforter, that was something he was well aware of. To be honest, in these times, he felt kind of bad that you had to go through these things with a boy as weird emotionally as he was- nonetheless, he was determined to sit there with you. He was going to listen, and he wasn’t going to say anything rude or dismissive. Miya truly cared for you, so he was going to try his best for you. “Uh… well… it’s just, my parents have been arguing a lot recently. I can barely sleep any more, since they keep me up by yelling, then I spend the rest of the night too upset to sleep properly. By now, it’s just a repetitive thing. It’s scary, and… genuinely, just- tiring. But- it’s fine. I just didn’t want to go home quite yet, you know?” Miya paused for a moment, considering what to say. He understood. Maybe he didn’t get everything you said- but he at least knew that it was terrifying when parents argue. On top of that, he certainly understood not wanting to go home. “Yeah… once you get home, it’s like you’re basically saying… ‘alright, bad things, come and get me.’ Or that’s what I feel- y’know, when things get like that. You don’t want to go home, since home doesn’t feel very welcoming. Your parents probably don’t feel very welcoming either. I know, it’s hard to even look at them when they’ve been at each other’s throats for so long. I’m not an expert, but… I’m sure things will get better. Whenever they get like that, text me. I’ll call if you want- I won’t mind being there for you as best I can.” Miya hesitated another moment, knowing that his words weren’t enough, yet not sure what else to add. In a moment of wanting you to know he cared, he faced you, and wrapped his arms around you. He never made eye contact, instead simply pushing you gently into his shoulder. “T-take this, and just pretend that- that I’m hugging you when your parents argue. Call me, and pretend I’m there. I’ll go over if you need me to. You don’t need to be scared when I’m there, after all. So… just know it’ll be alright. Things will work out, I’m sure. Don’t be scared, and… put on music, if you can’t call. Call me and put on music. Do anything to get your mind off of it. Your parents love you, and I’m sure they don’t want you to hear all that… I love you, and I definitely don’t want you to hear all that. So… stay as brave as you have been. And know I’m there for you.”

His face burned slightly, a lump in his throat as he forced himself to say those words. They were genuine- they were the most genuine words he had spoken in a while. Still, he wasn’t used to being so upfront about his emotions. Despite that, he wanted you to know he cared. He hoped, he hoped so desperately, that his touch and words would provide any sort of comfort. As you wrapped your arms back around him, your tears dampening your shoulder, he’d hug you tighter. He’d hug you as long as you needed, avoiding your gaze once the two of you separated.

#anon #request #x reader #gn!reader #x gn!reader #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #miya chinen #sk8 x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 miya #miya chinen x reader

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scarofthewind · 2 years

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Hi, I really love your stories and I saw you write for the lost boys too, and I’m in a desperate need of some of that

Can I ask for a David x fem vampire reader please? Something fluff would be great :3

I don’t know if you take request rn but anyway thanks for all the great fanfiction you have written :3

A/N: Sorry this took so long for me to get out but I hope you enjoy! I love writing for the Lost Boys because I don't think it gets enough recognition. I also included a prompt for all of them because I love all of them like they're my own.

Warnings: None, fluff, mild gore

Word count: 1.6k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

David: "You look absolutely stunning," Davids words made you turn around, your eyes locking with his as a smile stretched across his face. "Are you nervous," he asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. You watch yourself in the mirror, knowing that tonight would be the last night that you were even the slightest bit human. It had taken you months of trying to convince David to turn you and he finally caved after some time; However, David made sure that it was special for you. He gave you his own blood, not the blood that was in the special bottle they liked to use on others, but his own. Straight from his finger into your mouth and then that part of the process was complete. Now all that was left was for you to feed off someone living and it rattled you to the bone.

David could sense your nervousness from a mile away and made sure to talk you through the steps once you got to the feeding grounds along the beach. The others had gone out on their own, giving you and David the time, you needed. Your eyes watched as two drunk teenagers wandered away from a group, no doubt expecting to engage in some sort of sexual activity, but you had other plans for them. "I can do this if you need me too. I can kill them and all you have to do is drink," David said softly. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head and within a second, you felt the surge of hunger wash over you. Everything happened so fast, you didn't even really get to grasp what you'd done; the feeling of being so full and warm- not hungry anymore, it made your body tingle and almost made you feel drunk in a way. Your teeth ached as they retracted and you felt the sand under your palms as you laid down, staring up at the night sky. David joined you, leaning over and wiping some remaining blood off your lips as he kissed you deeply. "Welcome to forever," he said, watching you smile as he kissed you once more.

Paul: You could feel yourself shaking violently as you stumbled through the dark of the house. Your mind told you that even though it was pitch black around you, your eyes could see everything as though it were day. The blood that stained your hands, face and clothes weren't yours- you can't remember who's it was. What did you do? Who did you hurt? Was it a kid? Someone with a family? You felt nauseous and sick, the walls spinning as you made your way down the hall to the bedroom. The floor creaked under your feet and you paused for a moment to think of what Paul would say if he saw you like this. Another gut-wrenching feeling tugged at you and all you could do was let the hot tears pour from your eyes as you entered the bedroom. The sound of the door opening made Paul look over to you, his eyes slowly opening before widening at the sight of you.

"What happened?" He panicked, rushing to you and making sure you were okay. "Are you hurt?" His voice was rough, still deep from sleep and his hands were slightly warmer than usual as he cupped your face in them. "I don't remember- I went to get a drink of water and then I just was walking down the hall," you broke down, tears flooding your eyes as Paul pulled you into a hug. "I think I hurt someone," you sobbed, gripping to him for dear life as he helped you to the bathroom. The tub was quickly filled and you were gently set inside, Paul didn't leave your side for a second as he washed the blood from your skin, your heart heavy and your body numb from the shock. "I should've kept a closer eye on you. You're still new to this-" Paul started, only to be cut off by you shaking your head. "We couldn't know that I would do this. I thought I had it under control." Your eyes welled up with tears again and Paul felt his chest ache as he pressed a kiss to your head. "We'll be okay. It's going to be okay," he said, keeping you close for the rest of the night.

Marco: "You look like you're being held hostage," Marco said nonchalantly as he continued to help you learn the ways of a vampire. "Relax your shoulders more but don't slouch too much or you'll look like an old lady." You groaned, slumping back into the chair as Marco continued around the lair, cleaning up a bit here and there while the others were doing who knows what. With a small smile, he neared you and pressed a kiss to your temple, "Don't worry, you'll be a natural." You rolled your eyes, trying to think of all the ways this could go wrong. Tonight, was your first night on the boardwalk since Marco turned you and you were worried that your cover would be blown. You just needed to stay calm and stay by the group so that if anything went wrong, they could help. Of course, the minute you get to the boardwalk, they're gone in the blink of an eye, the crowds of people pushing around you making it hard to find them.

You could feel and hear everyone's heartbeat and it was starting to make you anxious as you pushed through towards the shops, hoping they were around there somewhere. Various men tried to make moves on you but you pushed them away, searching the crowd for Marco or any signs of the others. "Damnit," you panicked, your heart racing as your teeth pinched your lip. Turning away from the people, you went towards the shoreline, walking towards a small area on the beach that was secluded enough for you to try to calm down. It had been over thirty minutes of trying to find Marco and you could feel your stomach twist as you finally sat down. "This is bad," you told yourself, a group of friends walking by, their blood scenting the air and making your teeth grow sharper. You didn't realize you were standing up to follow them until you felt someone grab your arm. "I've been looking for you everywhere, where did you go?" Marco said, his pupils blown wide from the fear of something happening to you. He watched as you opened your mouth to speak, your teeth still showing, before he looked around to make sure no one was watching you two. "Are you okay? Did you hurt anyone?" He asked and you shook your head, letting him rest his forehead against yours for a second. He took a deep breath before letting it out, "You scared me there for a second. From now on, don't let go of me, okay?" Grabbing your hand, he pressed a quick kiss to your lips before dragging you back to the group.

Dwayne: The air was hot around you and you whined at the feeling of Dwayne's weight on top of you as he moved to sit up, sweat dripping down his brow and his long hair pulled back into a bun. His chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took, his eyes wandering down your body for a second before he held out a hand and pulled you up to your feet. "You're not focusing," he grunted, stretching his arms a bit, the moonlight hitting his toned torso perfectly. You could feel yourself flush with heat at the godly sight of him. "Remind me why I need to learn this stuff anyways," you pant, reaching over and grabbing something to drink. The cold blood on your tongue was refreshing and you felt yourself grow less-tired once again. "This 'stuff' will help you in case someone ever tries to hurt you when I'm not there," Dwayne replied, moving towards you again. "Again," he said and you groaned.

You'd been sparring with Dwayne for about an hour and a half and you've only made little progress. Being new to the vampire life was something Dwayne wanted to carefully unfold around you- often times babysitting you in a way to make sure you weren't putting yourself in danger. With a swift kick to the back of your ankle, you fell to the ground once more, "Are you even trying?" Dwayne sighs, turning around for a split second before looking back to where you were only to find you missing. Straightening up, he stayed quiet for a moment, sensing movement above him and catching you before you tackled him to the ground. With a hand around your neck and a wicked grin on his face, you pouted up at him. "That was good, I heard you though," he chuckled, letting you up and watching you fix the lose strands of hair you had hanging around your face. "It's not fair, you've been a vampire for years and this is only my third week," you say with a sigh, leaning against him for a second. Dwayne hummed to himself, looking down at you before a thought ran through his mind. "How about some motivation?" You stared at him with a questioning look before he continued, "Block three of my hits and hit me twice and I'll make sure we have the place to ourselves tonight," he says with a smirk as your eyes twinkle. You blink at him as a blush coats your cheeks before you put your hands up, "Get ready to tell the boys they're sleeping somewhere else," Dwayne only chuckles, getting ready to let you win.

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cuddlepilefics · 3 years

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Ginger Ale and Crackers

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Felix

Caregiver: Chan & Changbin

Prompt; @sicktember

No one's POV.:

About halfway through their afternoon dance practice, Felix' stomach had started to give him hard time. All the jumps they had been practicing had left his stomach unsettled. He had felt hesitant to drink anything during their breaks, afraid the next jump or turn would send it right back up his throat. That hadn't happened but Felix had admittedly barely had any water during the afternoon, so it wasn't much of a surprise that by the end of their practice, his head felt swimmy while also pounding painfully. With how much he had been sweating, he clearly had to be dehydrated, yet he was still unsure whether he should have a drink. They were done with practice, so there wouldn't be any more jumps but the thought of swallowing alone almost made him gag. Felix himself had no idea why he was suddenly feeling so bad. He had been fine this morning and hadn't eaten anything weird since then. Maybe he had just overdone it with his dancing, going all out, but that was what he usually did, yet he never felt like this after dancing. Looking at his water bottle with an almost disgusted expression, the Aussie shoved it into his bag and waited for his members to pack up, so that they could head home. He was exhausted, almost too exhausted to take a shower but he knew he'd be uncomfortable all night if he didn't.

Not daring to eat dinner for the fear of upsetting his stomach more, Felix crawled into bed right after taking a shower. He had been plagued with cramps the entire time he was in the shower and had barely managed to stand up straight, wanting to curl up into a tiny ball right there. When Chan came into their shared room to get the younger for dinner, he found the boy deeply asleep, hugging his pillow to his middle. Not having the heart to wake his dongsaeng, the leader left and quietly closed the door behind him. He made sure to save Felix some food in case he woke up hungry before telling the rest of the members to keep it down a bit. The next one to check on Felix was his other roommate Changbin. After dinner he went to their shared room to collect his headphones, finding the Aussie tangled in his sheets, groaning quietly. It worried him a bit, knowing how hard the younger had been working lately. Seeing him this exhausted was just heartbreaking for the rapper. He too decided not to disturb his dongsaeng, hoping he would get as much rest as somehow possible. It felt wrong to see their energetic sunshine like this.

Felix had stayed asleep the entire time, no matter how loud the rest of the members in the living room were. He didn't even hear his roommates come and get ready for bed. All he knew was that by the time he woke up again, both of them were sleeping peacefully in their beds. Unlike Felix, who had woken up in cold sweat. His breath got caught in his throat when he was hit with another cramp, the pain unexpectedly intense. Whimpering quietly, he felt his stomach turn, now more than certain that he was going to be sick. Felix heart sped up, knowing he had to get to the bathroom fast but afraid he'd be sick immediately if he as much as moved a single muscle. With adrenaline rushing through his veins, he rolled out of bed, hand clamped tightly over his mouth as he stumbled to the door. Throwing it open, he staggered down the hallway, dizzily crashing into the wall next to him. As he fought to get his footing, his stomach cramped, sending a gush of his lunch up. Feeling the warm mush spill through his fingers, the Aussie's eyes stung with tears. He tried to avoid the puddle as he dragged himself to the bathroom, collapsing to his knees in front of the toilet, instantly throwing up more.

Chan awoke with a start to their door slamming against the wall. Shooting up in his bed, he found Changbin awake as well, looking at the older with a horrified expression. Only a few seconds later, they heard a muffled cough followed by a splattering noise. Cursing, Chan got out of bed and hurried down the hallway, only barely avoiding the puddle of sick. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, light streaming through the crack. Hearing faint cries behind the door, the leader rushed to find Felix draped over the toilet, head buried in the toilet bowl. The dancer startled when he felt his hyung's hand on his back. "Ssh, you're okay", Chan promised, rubbing his back. Felix wanted to laugh at him, telling him that he was very much not okay, but before he was able to get a single word out, his stomach lurched again, a large wave of his lunch splashing into the bowl. Changbin had followed them not long after, frowning when he saw the position his friends were in. Felix' chest was hitching with quiet sobs, which certainly didn't help his stomach settle. Retching again, the dancer reached behind him and took a hold of Chan's had. He clutched onto it tightly as he kept throwing up. When he finally got a chance to breathe, he rasped: "Can you turn off the light? It's too bright." Changbin was quick to comply while Chan continued to rub his dongsaeng's back. "Do you have a migraine?", he asked carefully, afraid his voice would hurt the other more. Felix shook his head, gagging weakly before he was able to reply: "My stomach's been bothering me since dance practice."

Sighing, Chan brushed his hand against Felix' neck. "You're running a fever too. Is that new or did it start along with your stomach", he hummed worriedly. Giving a strained cough, the dancer groaned: "I don't know? I just knew that my stomach felt bad, so I wanted to sleep it off. Oh god, please make it stop." Before Chan could say anything, Felix had ducked his head into the bowl again, retching painfully. While the leader tried his best to comfort the younger, Changbin went over to the sink and ran a washcloth under cool water before draping it across the dancer's neck. They could barely see anything as the only light source was the hallway light streaming through the cracked door but they didn't have to see much, the short glance they had gotten earlier had been enough to see how ghostly pale their dongsaeng was. Felix seemed to be done for now and tiredly rested his head on his arms. He just wanted to go back to sleep. That was when he remembered the mess he had made on his way. "Ugh, I -I got sick in the hallway too", he whimpered, raising his head to look at his hand. Looking at the bits of his lunch still stuck to his hand only triggered another gag. When Felix was done, the tears wouldn't stop falling, his fever messing with his emotions. Handing him a wad of toilet paper to clean his hand with, Changbin whispered: "I'll clean that up... don't move."

While the rapper fetched the cleaning supplies and took care of the mess in the hallway, Chan stayed with Felix, helping him up from the floor, so he could wash his hands properly and handing him some mouthwash to get rid of the vile taste. As they made their way back to their room, Felix shakily clung to the leader's arm, his head spinning. "You're okay, almost there", the older promised, when Felix' legs suddenly gave out. Catching him around the waist, Chan picked him up bridal style and carried him the last few meters to his bed. The sheets were a mess and it took the oldest a while to detangle them, so he could tuck his dongsaeng in. Placing a bottle of water on the nightstand and pulling the trashcan out from under the desk, Changbin hummed: "Here's the trashcan if you need it. Try having some water when you feel ready, we don't want you to get dehydrated." – "Thanks", the younger rasped quietly, eyes already fluttering shut. Falling asleep however wasn't as easy. His stomach was still in knots, rumbling loudly. "Was your stomach making all that noise?", Changbin frowned, sitting down on the edge of the mattress, sliding his hand under Felix' shirt. The dancer hummed in confirmation, relaxing as the older stroked his stomach in soothing circles.

By the time Chan had to get up for a meeting with their managers, Felix had been up retching over the trashcan twice. Neither times was he able to bring anything up though, which wasn't surprising, considering he had skipped dinner and had barely had anything to drink. Although he hated to wake his members when they were sleeping, Chan carefully woke Changbin up by shaking his arm. "Hey, could you stay back from the studio today?", he asked quietly, afraid to leave Felix at the dorm by himself, "I'll tell the others to just go to their schedules as usual and come check on you two as soon as the meeting's over." – "No problem, I couldn't focus anyway, knowing he'd be sick and alone. I got him, hyung, don't stress too much", Changbin whispered, waving the older goodbye before going back to sleep.

The rapper woke up again hours later to a weight on his chest. Yawning, he tried to sit up, only to find himself pinned down. "Sorry, I was cold", Felix mumbled lowly. He had woken up not too long ago, his stomach still hurting but not as nauseous as he had been before. Instead, he was shaking with chills. Bringing his hand up to the Aussie's forehead, Changbin hummed: "Your fever's up. Did you try to drink anything yet?" The dancer shook his head not even opening his eyes. He really didn't want to be sick again, so he wasn't willing to risk it. "You're getting dehydrated, Lixxie. Isn't your head hurting?", he frowned, running his hand through his dongsaeng's hair. "It is", Felix admitted quietly, "But so are my stomach and throat. I'm fine as long as we just stay like this." Sighing, Changbin decided that they could stay like that for a little while longer before he'd try to get the younger to drink something again.

It was already close to lunchtime when Changbin decided he wouldn't let Felix go without having at least some water. Luckily, the Aussie was awake, merely resting with his eyes closed, because the rapper didn't think he could wake the boy. "Come on, Lix", he whispered, "At least have a few sips and if you let me get up, I can go and see if we have any medicine. Just not consuming anything isn't going to help. It'll only make you worse." – "Hyung", the dancer whined, holding onto Changbin's shirt, "Please, no." Though Felix had his hyung wrapped around his little finger, the older knew better than to give in. He wouldn't let his dongsaeng get worse. If Felix wasn't getting up, he would have to get the Aussie off of himself. Carefully shifting to the side, Changbin managed to slip out underneath the younger and gently removed his hands from his shirt. "Sorry", the older cooed, pulling the blanket up to Felix' shoulders and leaving the room.

Rummaging through the bathroom cabinet, Changbin found some anti-emetics and made his way to the kitchen. He knew Felix didn't want anything but after skipping dinner and throwing up, the dancer needed something in his system. Guessing that plain rice would be the safest option, Changbin grabbed a small bowl and took it back to their room. Felix' water bottle was still untouched on the nightstand. Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he ran his hand up and down his dongsaeng's back. "Can you sit up for me, Lix?", he hummed, peeling the blanket back. The Aussie let out a discontent whine but propped himself up on one arm. "Can you try and have a few bites of rice and some water for me? I also found you medicine", the rapper tried. Shaking his head, Felix insisted: "No, medicine yes but the rest no." – "How are you going to get the medicine down without water?", Changbin quizzed, "Come on, sunshine, for me?" The dancer huffed but shuffled around till he sat up against the headboard. Accepting the bowl of rice from his hyung, Felix eyed the food with disgust before forcing himself to take a small bite into his mouth. Slowly chewing, he pulled a face and handed the bowl back. Changbin didn't take it back though, instead giving the younger a stern look. Pouting, Felix forced down two more bites before handing the bowl back to his hyung, who traded it for the water. He also handed the dancer a pill, which he swallowed dry before taking one tiny sip of water. "Lix, I'm pretty sure you're already dehydrated. You did so well, I'm sure you can take another sip", Changbin hummed, earning a glare from the younger. Though he didn't want to, Felix had some more water before handing the bottle back.

His food wasn't settling at all and mere minutes later, Felix sat hugging his churning tummy as his mouth watered. "H-Hyung?!", he choked out, hand clamped over his mouth as his stomach gurgled. Noticing the boy's slightly greenish complexion, Changbin rushed to place the trashcan into his lap. He knew he had been pushing it but he had hoped the medicine would keep him from throwing up again. Sitting down next to the dancer, Changbin gently massaged his shoulders as they waited. With his breathing coming in nauseous little huffs, Felix felt the room spin around him, desperately holding onto the trashcan to steady himself. He could feel his food right at the back of his throat but it wasn't coming. Hesitantly, he gave a little cough, which was all it took for his stomach to send everything up. Though he was pretty sure, everything he had just consumed had come up in one rush, Felix couldn't stop his throat from contracting with unproductive gags. Coughing, he choked out: "I hate you." – "I know you do", Changbin sighed, comfortingly rubbing the younger's back and brushing his sweaty bangs from his forehead. He felt sorry for making the Aussie sick again but if he kept going without keeping down any water, they'd have to take him to hospital.

When Felix finally deemed it safe to remove his head from the trashcan and lean back against the headboard, his forehead was glistening with sweat. His shirt clung to him making him feel even more disgusting than before. Changbin grabbed the trashcan and placed it down on the floor. "Let's take that off, hm?", he asked, gently pulling the dancer's shirt over his head, "Are you still cold? Do you want one of my hoodies as compensation?" Felix nodded tiredly, barely finding the energy to lift his arms, so the older could put it on him. "How about a change of scenery? The others are gone, so you could nap on the couch. We could put on some boring drama in the background", the rapper offered. Nodding, Felix rasped: "Sounds like fun but... Can you carry me? I don't think I can make it there." – "Sure thing", Changbin chuckled, picking the younger up. Placing him down on the couch, he told the dancer to wait there, so he could get a bucket and his water in case the Aussie would let himself be talked into drinking something. After getting everything settled, he lifted Felix' head and placed it on his lap, so he could play with the younger's hair. Exhausted from the whole ordeal, it didn't take long for Felix to drift off again.

While Felix was asleep, Changbin texted Chan about the dancer's condition, emphasizing that he really couldn't keep anything down at all. Now becoming more worried too, the leader stopped by a store to pick up some ginger ale and crackers for his dongsaeng. He hoped those things would settle better, at least he knew that that was what their families had always used in such situations. If it didn't help settle his stomach, it might at least give the younger a sense of home. While walking, Chan already started to shake the bottle of ginger ale, opening it repeatedly to get rid of the fizz. He quietly entered their dorm, not wanting to wake Felix up if he was resting. The sight looked truly pitiful. The dancer laying on the couch with his head in Changbin's lap, face white as a ghost except for a faint feverish blush on his cheekbones. He was wearing one of Changbin's sweaters, arms hugging his middle in his sleep. Chan wordlessly waved at Changbin, not wanting to disturb as he went to the kitchen to pour a glass of ginger ale. He also grabbed a small plate and put a few crackers on it. They looked really lonely but he'd already be happy if he could convince Felix of having a few of them.

Hearing a hushed conversation in the living room, the leader figured Felix had woken up and made his way over to them. "Hey, Binnie told me you're still not doing so well", he whispered with a sympathetic smile. The dancer shook his head and glanced at the things Chan was carrying. Realizing he was most likely supposed to eat that, he couldn't help but grimace already. Crouching next to the couch, Chan rubbed his arm through the hoodie and hushed: "I know you don't feel like eating that but we need to get you back on your feet somehow. You always used to eat those, right? Don't even have to be many crackers." Groaning, Felix sat up and rubbed his face. He knew Chan was only trying to help, Changbin too had meant well but his stomach was till so upset. He didn't think he could stomach anything. "I got all the fizz out of the ginger ale, so hopefully it will settle a better", the oldest mused, glancing at the box of medicine Changbin had left on the table, "Have a cracker and then just try having this medicine again, please?" Scrunching up his nose, Felix nodded and accepted one of the crackers. He took his time, nibbling on it. It didn't feel that bad on his stomach, so he nibbled down another one. The ginger ale really reminded him of home and he gladly took the medicine again. Sitting on the couch, he rested his head on Changbin's shoulder. Every once in a while, he took a small sip until the glass was empty and he laid back down to let the older lure him back to sleep.

#stray kids #skz #fanfic #fluff #sickfic #fanfiction #sick #sicktember2021 #comfort #emeto #changlix #chanlix

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tomtenadia · 3 years

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Remember Us - part 2

Double feature this week. Here we go with part 2. Rowan takes another step on the path of recovering his life.

Also, we get to meet the kids <3

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When Aelin got home that night after her shift at the hospital, she was tired and not just from the long hours spent in OR. She was tired in her soul. Aelin had managed to keep her thoughts at bay while operating, but as soon as she was out they came back. It had been hard to fight the urge to go and see him again. He wanted space. That was clear so she just went home instead.

Once she crossed the threshold, laughter welcomed her. Her kids sounded happy.

She shed her coat and removed her shoes and followed the happy sounds.

Walking into the kitchen she found her mother cooking and Thomas helping her setting the table and little Freyja banging her plastic cutlery on her high chair. She was a shy girl but would become alive and loud when she was hungry. Just like her mum.

“Mama!” Shouted her daughter as she spotted her.

“Mum,” Thomas echoed his sister and ran to her, hugging Aelin at her knees “hi my darling, how are you?” She kneeled at his height and ruffled his blonde hair.

“Helping grandma cook.”

“Food.” Shouted Freyja who got agitated trying to get the attention of her mother. Aelin went to her daughter and lifted the wee girl in her arms “hi my love,” and she snuggled her head against her mother’s chest.

“Hi mum,” said Aelin to Evalin. The woman stirred something in the pan and turned to her daughter “welcome back, darling.” She said and her gaze turned worried at her daughter’s tired expression.

Aelin shook her head, knowing what her mother was about to say “later,” she added. She did not want to talk about Rowan in front of the kids.

“Come on Tom, sit at the table. Dinner is ready.” On his grandma’s orders the boy climbed on his chair and started eating his meal.

Aelin joined them a moment later, all changed in house clothes and sat at her daughter’s side.

Thomas was three and had just started learning how to use a fork properly. They would cut the food for him and he would try to use the utensil. Rowan had been teaching him. A pang of sadness hit her and pushed back the tears, now it was not the time. She would feed Freyja who was only eighteen months old.

“Did you help grandma cook?”

The boy nodded while taking a bite from his fork and gave her a big smile. His green eyes lighting up with joy. Eyes just like his father’s.

“Aelin, let me feed Freyja. You have your dinner. You haven’t touched it yet.”

Aelin shook her head “I am fine. It can wait.”

Truth was… she felt nauseous and that feeling had nothing to do with being pregnant. It was fear. Terror of losing Rowan. Terror that he would never recover his memories and her kids would be left without a father and her without her soulmate. She almost lost him once. She would never forget the day she got the call from the hospital. Those horrible moments were forever etched in her memory.

Later on that night, once the kids were in bed Evalin joined her daughter on the sofa and brought her a chamomile tea.

“The kids are asleep. What’s troubling you?”

Aelin sighed and her hand went to her stomach “Rowan woke up.”

“Today?”

She nodded in confirmation and leaned her head on her mother’s shoulder “I had just left the OR when I got a page from his doctor. I went to his room and he was awake,” a loud sob broke from her lips “he does not remember me or the kids.”

Evalin pulled her daughter closer and hugged her knowing the pain she had been feeling for the past month “Yrene had told you it might happen.”

Aelin nodded slightly “I didn’t think it could hurt that much. He had no idea who I was. He doesn’t remember our kids.” Her sobs turned into proper crying “I am so scared, mum. So, so scared.”

“I know, darling.” Evalin kissed her daughter’s head “you will have to be strong a bit longer. Does the doctor think he will regain his memory?”

Aelin gave her a small nod “but it might take time and what if he realises that he doesn’t want us in his life anymore?”

“Rowan loves you and the kids madly. The road ahead might be bumpy but he will come back.” A ragged breath escaped from Aelin. She hoped her mother was right, because if she was not she doubted she would survive loosing him a second time.

Rowan woke up the next morning with an horrendous headache. He had a fitful sleep and his thoughts had been stuck all night on her. Aelin. His wife. At her side two small shadows representing their kids. In his mind he had this picture of him holding someone, the smell of lemon and verbena strong around him. But he was sure it was more a feeling than an actual memory. He had woken up all of a sudden and hadn’t been able to fall asleep properly since. His body recognised the other one.

A nurse brought breakfast and of one thing he was sure. He hated hospital food. Which led to another series of questions. What did he eat for breakfast? Was he a good cook? What was his favourite food?

Reluctantly he finished the food on his tray and decided to kill the boredom by watching tv. According to the news it was January and the meteorologist were warning all the citizens of Terrasen of a snowstorm warning.

He was so bored watching the news that he felt glad when Aelin knocked on the doorframe “Mind if I come in?”

He shook his head “is tv always this boring?”

Aelin chuckled and for a second she saw a glimpse of him. He always hated tv. The only reason they had one in the house was because she had pestered him about it “yeah. You find reading more interesting.”

He switched off the television and faced her “I am…” he sighed “yesterday… I was overwhelmed. It was… it still is too much.”

“I know,”said Aelin trying to suppress the instinct to touch him. Not until he was okay with it.

“Tell me something about me, about my life. Us… anything.” He started, eager to know more. He needed it “do I like breakfast?”

Aelin laughed “you do, and you are a great cook. On Saturdays you always make us pancakes and let Thomas help you flip them.” She smiled at the image. Thomas on his knees on a chair beside his dad.

“You are a healthy eater so you tend to scoff enormous quantities of fruit and veggies while complaining about my crazy dietary habits.”

She was dying to show him pictures of the kids but decided against it. One step at a time. Let him become familiar with the idea of being married first.

“You are a lawyer. A kickass one at that.” His green eyes were trained on her “you and Lorcan opened your own practice. After graduation you two got a job in a fancy company but eventually got tired of dealing with rich bastards and opened a firm that deals mostly with family law but also offers legal support to us common human beings.” She had been so proud of him. The big job had left him miserable and with very little time to live. He had been stressed and after two years he had realised that the huge salary was not worth it. Lorcan had followed him and together they had started their new adventure. They had started small snd simple, but slowly as they took in more cases they had to start hiring more people and the firm had gotten bigger and successful.

“You love hiking, nature in general and winter. We are both in love with theatre and on our first date you took me to a play.”

Rowan looked at her and that tug in his chest came back for a visit.

“We have been married for seven years and you proposed at my best friend’s wedding. We were dancing and you asked me what if we were the next ones to do that? Then you went on one knee and asked me to marry you.”

He kept listening, adding some more pieces of info to what he had gathered so far. And the more Aelin spoke the more that connection he had felt the day before grew stronger.

“What type of doctor are you?”

“I am the chief of paediatric neurosurgery and I work two floors above this.”

Rowan took a deep breath and asked a question that had been burning in him since she has appeared “do you have any photos of us, of the kids?”

Aelin felt like crying and extracted her mobile phone and scrolled through her huge quantity of photos “This is Thomas. He is three.”

Rowan looked at the boy and saw a blond mop of hair just as golden as his mother’s and two striking green eyes just like his. In the photo the boy was laughing while he held him in his arms.

Aelin swiped and the image of a little girl appeared and he gasped. There was no doubt that she was his daughter. Her hair was silver as his and even her eyes were the exact copy.

“She is so much like you.” He noticed the smile appearing on Aelin’s face. While she talked about their life her face had lit up and in front of him he had the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Probably. He wasn’t sure but Aelin took his breath away.

“Are we happy? As a family?”

Aelin nodded without even thinking about it. They were, she had no doubts about it “Yes. We wanted a family, kids. It was our choice.”

Rowan nodded and wanted to believe her, needed to believe the passion and the love in her voice.

“I need time.” He said quietly, averting his gaze from hers for just a brief moment “This is a lot that I need to process. I will need time but I want to hear more.”

Aelin sobbed and grabbed her backpack and extracted another mobile phone “this is yours. It survived the crash because you used a military grade protecting cover. I just charged it. The password is 0305.” She gave him the mobile “it has photos, texts. Everything is still there, maybe it will help.”

Aelin looked at her watch and stood “I have to go, I have a surgery in two hours.”

Rowan nodded.

“You can text me if you want. My contact is under Fireheart.”

He looked at the phone and then at her “will you come back?”

Aelin took a step toward him and kissed his silver hair as she did the previous day and then nodded.

She waved at him and disappeared through the door.

He moved his attention to the phone and tried to figure out how to switch it on. Once he did it asked him a pin code and he entered the digits she had told him.

Once the phone was unlocked he was welcomed by a picture of him, Aelin and the kids on a beach. He had Freyja on his shoulders and was laughing as she patted his head. Aelin was holding Thomas potato sack style and the boy was grinning. With his fingers he traced her face and then went looking for the photo album. Before opening he hesitated. His life, his memories were there and he was scared.

There were picture of his wife. Plenty of them and she always had an amazing smile. Of one thing he was sure:Aelin took his breath away. Photos of their kids and he spotted one of what he suspected was a newborn Freyja. He held the little bundle in his arms while Thomas was at his side staring at his sister. He saw happiness, he saw joy, but most of all he saw love. Deep love that bound the four of them. Aelin had not lied. They seemed happy. He found photos of what he assumed were friends but he could not tell who they were, he hadn’t covered that part yet. Accepting the idea of a wife and kids was hard enough. He was not ready yet to add more people. The mere idea made him feel dizzy.

He was getting tired again even if it was only morning, but he pushed through and found the app with the text messages and went to look at the ones from Aelin and he read the last one she sent him go and win your case and then tonight I will show you how proud I am of my sexy lawyer.

He scrolled back through the thread and read random texts between them until he went back a few months and saw a text with a picture attached.

You are away for work and I miss you. I went for my first proper check-up and I am proud to share with you the picture of the new member of our family. The image was greyish and grainy but the message was clear: Aelin was pregnant again.

He placed the phone on his lap and closed his eyes calming the sense of panic overwhelm him.

And with his eyes closed he tried to remember.

#rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #aelin galathynius #rowaelinkids #angst

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integra1127grimmreaper · 2 years

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You Just Don’t Know It Yet - chapter twenty-three

Series Masterlist

Cht22

Two Days Later, The day of August's funeral

It was the day of August's funeral and also the first time Max would be seeing Y/N again after the conversation they had two days ago.

She would still make sure that he was being fed though, there would be a knock at the door and when opening it, Max would be greeted by a bag with containers of food in them. Once or twice Max would be lucky in catching a glimpse of her before she went back into her apartment.

And during those two agonizing days of not interacting with Y/N, Max did his best in fighting the urge to go to her at night. He would watch her for a few hours through the peepholes, but reframed himself from sneaking into her bedroom.

Max knew he was at breaking point where it came to his longing for Y/N and he feared of what he might do if he was in that room with her while she was basically drugged.

It would be so easy with Y/N taking the insomnia meds for him just to sneak into her bed and take her, but that was not what Max wanted for them. He wanted her always willing and aware of their lovemaking, he wanted to be able to hear and witness the pleasures he was giving her, not have her lying there like a corpse.

Max was still deep in thought when he heard a knock at the door, going to open it he finds Y/N standing in front of him with a large container in hand.

"Hi there" Max greets you with a dimpled smile upon opening the door. "Hello Max-" you respond with a smile of your own.

"I baked cupcakes for those coming to pay their respects" you tell Max as you place the container you were holding on the coffee table.

"You didn't have to do that-" Max responds staring at you in admiration. "It was no problem, it's the least I could do for you" you reply in return.

Placing his hands into the pockets of his pants and with a somewhat awkward smile,

Max remarks, "I meant, you didn't have to do that because it will only be the two of us."

"Oh-" you respond shocked at what you were hearing.

"Yeah, August didn't really have any friends and the only family we had was the two of us" Max explains to you.

"That's so sad to hear-" you stare at him sympathetically. "I'm not much of a social person, so it wasn't that bad" Max replies awkwardly.

"Then we'll just have to have them ourselves afterwards-" you respond with a smile.

"That would be nice, yeah" Max replies, dimples flashing as he nervously smiles at you and then looks down at the floor. Awkwardly clearing his throat, Max then states "Um we should probably get going-"

You grab your purse from the coffee table and the two of you leave for the cemetery.

You silently stood beside Max watching August's coffin lowering into the ground while the priest said out a prayer.

Noticing Max's hand was shaking as they began to cover the coffin with dirt, you reach out to grip it in your own. Just then a gust of wind suddenly picked up, carry a scent that suddenly makes you slightly nauseous.

Taking slow shallow breaths in order to shake it off, you turn towards Max once the grave was covered, "do you want to go and get something to eat?"

Giving your hand a gentle squeeze, Max looks down at you, "I'm not really in the mood for people."

With a sympathetic smile you respond, "me neither. Why don't we go back to the apartment and order in instead?"

"I'd like that, yeah" Max agrees with a smile of his own, taking one last look at the grave you guys then leave to make your way home.

The apartment is filled with the sound of music softly playing the background while you and Max sat together on the couch quietly eating.

"Hey, you ok?" Max looks at you concerningly when he notices you're moving the food around on your plate without having taken a bite at all.

Looking up towards him with a faint smile you respond, "yeah, just not as hungry as I thought I was-" but the truth was that the sight of the food in front of you was making you nauseous.

Placing your untouched plate on the table, you pick up your wine glass and sip at it instead and then begin to speak, "about the conversation we had the other day..."

Max nervously clears his throat and places his plate on the table as well, then turns his focus solely on you and what you had to say.

"I believe what you told me about what happened that night with Juliet. And... I love you too-" you tell Max.

Looking at you with a goofy dimpled smile on his face, "can you repeat that-" Max asks you.

Clearing your throat, you repeat what you just said, "I belie-" but Max shakes his head interrupting you, "No. Repeat what you said after that."

"Oh- that" you respond smiling at him, "I love you too Max-"

Max reaches his hand up to cup your face, you close your eyes nuzzling into it further. Opening your eyes again, you find Max staring at your lips as if in a trance.

Looking up into your eyes, "may I?" Max raspingly asks you. Longingly staring back at him, you nod your head yes.

Max moves in closer to you and just as you're about to kiss you nervously inhale, causing you to suddenly gag at the smell of Max's cologne.

Slapping your hand over your mouth, you jump up from the couch and rush to the bathroom.

"Hey, are you ok in there?" Max knocks on the bathroom door concerningly while you're vomiting your guts out.

Not hearing a response from you, "do you need my help in there?" Max asks you.

"No!" you scream out at him in-between your vomiting. "Ok-" Max responds sounding a bit wounded at your response.

A few minutes later, you exit from the bathroom, looking and feeling miserable. "Hey. Are you ok?" Max steps towards you.

Putting your hand out to stop him from coming closer, you respond, "I'm ok now." Staring at you confused by your reaction, "why don't you want me near you?" Max asks, distraught by what seems like you rejecting him once again.

"Don't take this in a bad way... but your cologne is making me sick-" you tell him, taking huge gulps of air in an attempt not to vomit again.

"What?" Max asks confused at your reply. "Yeah. I've been feeling nauseous since the cemetery but I didn't realize it was your cologne making me so until now" you tell him.

"Oh-" Max states, shocked what you just said. "Strangest thing is... now that I think about it, I'm sure I've smelt it before" you remark.

Clearing his throat, Max responds, "well of course you have, whenever I've been around you must have been when you did."

"No-" placing your finger on your chin deep in thought, you shake your head, "it was in my bedroom and at a time that we weren't together."

"Well, that sounds weirdly impossible" Max nervously chuckles. "Yeah, must be. Then again, during one of those times had been drinking" you respond shrugging your shoulders.

"So, you must have imagined it then" Max states. "Must be" you agree and Max lets out a sigh of relief.

"I could go take a quick shower if it's bothering you-" Max offers. "Actually... I think I'm just going to leave. I'm really not feeling well and I think I need some rest" you respond.

Letting out a disappointed sigh, "ok then" Max replies.

"I'll see you tomorrow when I get home from work, ok-" you tell Max, picking your purse up from the table, you head for the door.

Nodding his head in agreement, Max follows you to the door, "ok. And I'll make sure not wear the cologne" he responds.

Smiling at him, you both lean in for a goodnight kiss, but suddenly pull back immediately when remembering your bad reaction to his cologne smell.

"I'll see you tomorrow Max-" you softly state instead staring longingly into his eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow Y/N-" Max responds with a gentle smile as he stares back at you with the same longful eyes.

NXT CHT

tag: @jess-wanderlust

#MAX #max x reader #The Resident movie #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #max x y/n #JDM

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