#but now as I'm lying here in bed the biggest one is starting to come back

[kneelingshadowsalome]

God the idea of Simon having a s/o that's like wayyy shorter than him something like 5'5 is doing things to me. This man is 6'4 something and he's HUGEEE AF, like i think it would be a turn on for him, having his babe so small underneath him. And i don't even need to get into how probably big he is down there too? The struggle to take him in everytime but the afterwards is a pure bliss. Ugh.

Like, i agree with what you said, this man is an epitome of masculinity. And the need and want to take care, love and protect his mate. <3 <3

Mmm. Mmmm.

Ok I'm just gonna leave this here.

Original photo: @ S0CIALHUNTER on Twitter

This is not a Drill

Word count: 2.2 k

Tags/warnings: SMUT 🔞, a dash of fluff, size kink (obviously), size difference, swearing, premature ejaculation, penetrative sex toy. F!Reader.

A/N: Gaahh. No poetry this time. Just pure filth. Enjoy 🍽

This might just be one of your better ideas.

You've done this in secret for two weeks now, hoping by the time he arrives, you'll be able to surprise him with how well you've trained yourself to receive him.

If you can take a large toy so well, day after day, it should help with taking him in more easily too. Right?

As in, take in the biggest dick you've ever had and, god willing, will ever have.

You're actually quite proud of yourself. Not only does this thing keep you juicy, but it also makes you thirst for him even more. The need to have something even bigger inside you, the knowledge that he can provide that bigger thing, makes your lips purse, makes your walls throb as you remind yourself that tomorrow, your man will finally come home.

…Except that the stealthy fucker has chosen to arrive a day early. You don't even hear him before he's at your bedroom door. Fuck his profession, fuck all that experience in sneaking around, even with all that mass…

He comes in just in time to see how the said dong comes out, slick with your wetness.

Oh shit–

"Well. What do we have here?"

He looks at the brutal object in your hand, then raises his eyes to you – flustered you, lying all naked and throbbing and flushed on the bed. He can barely hold back a smile, but it's his eyes that laugh with an amused gleam.

"Careful or you'll hurt yourself with that thing."

That's some cheese coming from someone who's even bigger than the crude thing in your hand…

"You said you'd come tomorrow," you mewl as your excuse. He cocks his head a little, raises an eyebrow.

"Disappointed?"

"No, of course not, but–"

"You want help with that?"

He gives a side eye to the toy still in your hand. You blink a few times, then reach to set it somewhere, anywhere – the bedside table has to do, but you're too clumsy, and the toy drops to the floor and rolls at his feet.

Jesus, could things get any more embarrassing?

He examines the sorry thing with a stare that says How pathetic. Because even if to you, it's gigantic, it's nothing compared to what he's got in those pants. And he knows it too.

"Now ain't this convenient. I can go straight in, right?"

"I– I'm not sure," you breathe with anticipation.

"Let's give it a try then."

He doesn't even wait for your admission, which would only be a blaring, blazing Yes please sir. He doesn't trouble himself with undressing, merely crawls to the bed and over you.

He pulls back only to get himself out of those jeans, and it always looks like he's drawing out a massive weapon. Even in his hands, which are fucking huge, the cock looks like an oversized beast. He's fully hard, too, probably started to gather blood there the minute he saw you on that bed, puny and shy and caught red-handed.

And he's as impatient as can be: finally, there's a chance he can drive that cock right in, that he doesn't have to warm you up for half an hour with mouth and fingers and hear you cry when it still takes a few tears and some swearing as he guides it inside.

But the toys are no help, it seems. The massive head of his cock disappears in you, alright… But that doesn't mean it feels safe or sound.

"Oh, no. No, no."

He halts, hovering over you with just the tip inside, pulsing wildly.

"No?"

Ugh, why did you have to pick the biggest colossus of a man to be your fuck buddy for the rest of your life?

"Just… slowly, ok?"

"Yeah. Yeah."

He swallows and gets back to it, more slowly this time, and the spread is delicious – but it's also blinding, and you always have to remind yourself to keep breathing.

You just need to relax; it can fit, it has been there dozens of times before…

"Fuck, you're– you're even tighter down here," he groans with a dry throat and a heavy accent that makes you instantly clench around him.

It appears that you have only managed to train your inner muscles with that ridiculous dildo.

So much for trying to coax yourself open with toys…

He feeds more of that thickness in, in, in, until his balls make contact; they press against your flesh while your pussy hugs him with a perfect O shape. You bite your lip and hold your breath, and you're not the only one gaping at the scene in mild shock and admiration.

"Look at that…"

He doesn't even bother to tone down the drunken arousal in his voice which always drops down a few notes when he's fucking you. But every now and then, it's tinged with concern. How the hell can you even take him fully in?

He glances your way with the smallest smile playing at the corner of his mouth, muscles taut with anticipation. The man simply can't wait to ruin you.

"You ready?"

No…??

You give him a frail little nod and some high-pitched, broken whimpers from your mouth.

"Uh-huh?"

He chuckles, then withdraws, slowly… But the next thrust is not that gentle, and your brows knit together in pleasure and pain. Well, it's not exactly pain, just… It's a little too much. If the angle was even slightly off, it would hurt. The wetness no doubt helps this business, but you still find your teeth sinking into your lower lip again – he starts to roll his hips, fuck you with experimental thrusts that, blessedly, don't plunge too deep.

You feel your inner walls both accommodate him and tighten around him; greedy, like it's no problem at all to have far too big a shaft stuffed down there. And not just crammed, but plowing: back and forth like you're a toy, too.

"What in the bloody hell have you been doing…"

He detects the tense muscles that pull him in every time he reaches the base. You're too small for him; that fact was established long ago. But added with the clenching and throbbing pulse of your cunt, a fervor that tries to suck him like he's a fat stick of candy cane makes his jaw gradually fall open. The man looks like he's going to pass out.

"Were you doing that shit for me?"

You smile and flutter your lashes innocently, all the while a giant is trying to work his giant cock in you.

"Yup. Welcome home, I guess?"

He looks at you, not with mirth, but with reproof. You're playing with fire, toying with a sharp blade, and teasing a man of his size might not be the best of your ideas.

But that's exactly what you are; a goddamn tease. You just can't help it. You know he gets an equal kick out of this setting: of you being so small. Anyone is small compared to him, but you're small compared to anyone. Next to him–not to talk under him–you look like a helpless doll.

And perhaps that's what this is all about: perhaps one of these days, you want him to wreck you.

Use you.

Even the very thought makes your cunt wrap around him again. Massive thighs at least twice the size of yours force your legs wide apart as he goes deeper – so deep that you can feel those balls again, hefty slaps against you as he tries to bury himself inside a place he's not meant to fit.

You always wonder what you look like under him, disappearing entirely under a dark shadow and hundreds of pounds of muscle. Spreading your thighs to offer too tight a slit to what's practically a monster. It must always be forced inside with sweat, patience, and needy grunts. How insane it must look for that thing to disappear inside you again and again until you're loaded with him… His cum never stays inside before you reach the shower, but the feel of it running down your thighs is absolutely glorious.

You notice he slows down the pace, which is odd. Normally, he's fucking you with abandon at this point.

"What's wrong?"

He huffs above you, chest swelling with shallow, alarmed breaths.

"Wrong? What's right, more like…"

He resumes with a thrust or two, looks down to where you are joined, and lets out an aggravated groan.

"I'm sorry, I can't…" He draws back as if to pull out completely, and you whine a complaint. A decision is made right away; he sinks back inside, fills you again and again, until…

"I think I'm gonna cum," he informs with apologetic alarm.

Oh.. Right.

… Already?

"It's ok… it's ok," you sweep your hands up his back, clutch him to make it known that he can collapse like a tower upon you, and you would only feel enthusiastic about getting buried under the rubble.

Use me.

Just fucking take me.

The look on his face is a rare glimpse behind the walls of a remorseless soldier: something primal but vulnerable, something fragile that only you are allowed to see.

"You can use me," you whisper, and it's like a spell that calls upon disaster.

"Ah, Christ…"

It takes only a split-second before he accepts your offer in full. You're planted in the mattress with starved thrusts, his thighs and chest spread you open until he's drilling you in an almost 90 degree angle. You're concerned for the bed's capacity to take this sort of plowing when you should perhaps worry more about your poor abused pussy.

It's such a heaven that your jaw falls open, too. You're dreamy and helpless under him while he's far from feeble. He looks like thunder above you, especially when you're looking at him like he's a demigod.

Like you're in love.

Which you are… And he knows it, even without that adoring bimbo stare you give him.

"Gonna–cum. Fuck, I'm gonna–"

You can almost see the sweat breaking, can feel the cock inside you jolting even when there's no room for it to do such a thing.

"Fuck–! "

It swells inside you as he cums with a painful groan. The orgasm seems to just last and last, and you realize with horror and thrill that the guy hasn't had a wank in days. Work has been a bitch, then, and you get to pay for it – a punishment you suffer with glee.

He gives you his all, squeezing you between arms that feel like a too tight cage, crushing you with a chest that feels like a compression machine burying you under an iron weight. Hard thighs press against yours until you're spread open for him to be buried in to the hilt.

And you know it gives him hell that he finished before you: it's on par with a failed mission, you suppose. Your mission, however, was a success. The body around and over you is coiled tight, but the tension gradually leaves. Obviously it makes him feel even more heavy.

He finally goes slack against you, just like you wished, and you almost squeal while getting imprisoned by a heap of heaving muscles. He's catching both breath and the remains of his pride as he lies there on top of you. The cock inside gives an occasional pulse, but you're forever hungry.

This man should be illegal…

You know you won't be left stranded for long, and seeing him so utterly done gives you enough satisfaction for now. You can wait for him to finish you in other ways.

"You're fucking dangerous," he huffs in your ear while trying not to crush you completely with his weight. He's gathering his strength in the solace of your neck, and you smile like you're on drugs.

"Does that mean you like me..?"

"What do you think," he snorts humorlessly on your skin, but you know he's more than happy. "'Welcome home'... Bloody hell, woman."

"I'm glad you're here," you laugh and place a hand on that broad back to caress him gently.

"Yeah. You can keep that toy."

"Perhaps I'll finish myself with it," you chirp to annoy him a bit more. Another triumph: you have to suppress a laugh upon hearing him groan.

"Now give me a bloody minute…"

Poor man. The thought that you feel just too fucking good to him, so good that it makes him lose control, gives you such a high that it's just sinful. The thought that a stoic goliath like him is rendered weak on top of a small, harmless woman is more intoxicating than a wine glass filled to the brim.

You pet the back of his neck and know he's probably tired from work and wants to sleep. You wouldn't object to falling asleep too while he's holding you.

"How about we give it another try after a nap?"

Your offer makes him rumble softly, contently; the man's ready to drop but also thoroughly enamored. Your heart skips a beat from pure happiness.

"Mm. You always have the best ideas."

#ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut #mw2 smut

[parvuls]

A Comprehensive List Of Jack's Canon Chirps

"Bittle, HEADS UP!" [Bitty passes out] "…Or get into fetal position at central ice. That's also an option."

"You've never seen the sun rise from a rink, eh? Thought you were a figure skating champion."

Bitty: "A fist bump! I didn't know you did those." Jack: "Ha - you gotta work for them."

"The sad thing is, I can tell he's lying not because of the library part? But because he'd never leave a pie unattended."

"Oh and Bittle, before I forget. This summer? Eat more protein."

"When you get Youtube famous don't go out and chirp me all over the internet, eh? 'Night."

"How many of those tweets do you start with oh my god y'all?"

"It's way too easy to make you laugh. Make sure you tweet that." [looks over Bitty's shoulder to make sure he tweets that]

[texts Bitty a smiley face] [follows up with:] "Sorry that was a typo."

"You only tweeted twice while we were working, Bittle. That's a record."

[Bitty gets knocked over] "I guess you're looking for extra checking practice, eh, Bittle?"

"We should get going and let Bittle here text about his walk to class."

Bitty: "E-excuse you, but my kitchen is no place for checking!" Jack: "…Your kitchen?" Bitty: "Well, the kitchen! Now move your big -- uhm." Jack: "My big…?"

[At Thanksgiving] "All that turkey's gonna make you slow for tomorrow, Chowder."

[To a kid wearing a Brad Marchand jersey while asking for Jack's autograph] "You know this isn't me, right?"

"17." [At Bitty's confusion:] "That's the number of pies you baked in September. In case you were wondering where your time went."

"I'm sure you'd be done [with your history essay] too if you had tweeted it. Is that an option?"

[looks at Bitty's tweets] "I said where'd you get that camera not is that the camera you use. Come on, Bittle."

[finds Bitty's surprise cookies] "I'm surprised your cookies got through costumes Bittle."

"I told my mom about all your tweeting? She says you're not following her. I'm more surprised than offended, Bittle."

"Shitty, don't you think I should get a tweet transcript or something since he quotes me so much? For legal purposes."

"Hey, Bittle. That Daily reporter didn't rope you into an interview after that jump?"

[after meeting Farmer] "She was nice, eh? Cute. …I bet you're texting about our lunch now."

[Nursey accidentally hits a kid in the face with his hockey bag] "Nice check, Nurse."

[in the middle of the night] "I figured you'd be up baking a pie or three."

[Bitty gets shoe-checked] "Hey, it's no shoes, no shirt, no service, Bittle."

"Whose shoulders are you going to sit on at Spring C, Bittle?"

[Shitty tears up while kissing the ice] "Crying a bit there, eh?"

[SMH buy Bitty a new oven] Bitty: "I need to bake something right this second!" Jack: "Stop crying first."

"If we move the kitchen table out, you can bring your bed in."

[About graduating] "The biggest change is probably my diet. Less pie."

"And hey, it's a bit different than you and Lardo, eh? Since everyone knew you were in love with her since sophomore year."

[during Falcs Faceoff] Teammate: "Heard you've never lost one a these, I'm scared." Jack: "Yeah, you should be."

[Gets chirped for dating Bitty] "This is a Samwell hockey record. Chirps lasting longer than the ones re: Holster & Esther S." Holster: "…Jack." Jack: ":)"

Nursey: "Yo, Bitty do you remember any French?" Jack: "No." Bitty: "I can speak for myself, Mr. Zimmermann." Jack: "Well. Not in French."

[To Marty & Thirdy] "Hauling your kids around on a sled just about wore you guys out, eh?"

[To Tater] "Potato champ needs more sleep, eh?"

"Bitty? Hey, bud, come on, say something -" [Bitty passes out] "Or you can pass out at center ice. I'm getting deja vu."

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #jack zimmermann #zimbits #I meant to do a VERY SERIOUS reread of the comic but then I couldn't help myself #what do you MEAN this isn't my best post ever #text

[bluewhitehues]

Hug| Kim Mingyu

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: fluff, comfort,strangers to lovers, romance

Pair: idol kim mingyu ×fem reader

Part 11

Later that night after your confession, you had the dinner, a little more dancing and a few more kisses until both of your hearts quenched their thirst and made up for all the times you couldn't kiss.

"You know...you really made me emotional today and it's not just the confession part, but the whole date, all the preparation you did that too all for me...you're the first girl to take this much efforts for me cause normally everyone just expected me to do everything,I was the one who used to take care of others always but you ..you care for me so much, from the start you've made me feel special...how did I even get you? I really am a lucky one..." he had finished saying it with a kiss. He talked to you so sweetly in such genuineness,his voice full of emotions you just felt the urge to protect him and love him forever.

"I'm glad I'm your first in atleast something" You had joked.

He chuckled saying,"And this one's the most important for me trust me." The way he looks into your eyes is really something cause it doesn't leave a doubt for anything, you know he's being honest, you can see it.

You couldn't ask him to stay over this time as well, so he went back ..you both slept while talking to each other on call.

Next day you don't get to meet each other as his schedule was packed and he was so tired.

"Heyy" You greet him when he calls you, it's a video call ...he's lying in bed looking sleepy and you're also sitting on your bed.

"Hii baby ...did you eat?"

"I did but you look so exhausted...are you ok?"

"Mhm so tired my eyes are closing, I just thought I'd say good night to you ..sorry I couldn't meet you today." He says snuggling in his comforter.

"Don't say sorry it's OK just take care of yourself..go to sleep, we will talk tomorrow ok? Do you have early morning tomorrow?"

"Mhm 9 o'clock" his eyes are really closing.

"Ok baby go to sleep, I'll sleep as well ..good night." You say giving him a flying kiss.

"Good night " He says taking his phone to his face kissing the screen.

You giggle at him saying bye.

Next day you wake up early and make some breakfast. You decide to go to mingyu's apartment to meet him.

It's 7:30am when you reach there. You ring the doorbell.

"Hyung can you open the door it must be the staff." Mingyu shouts from his room.

Wonwoo replies him with a "yeah."

Wonwoo opens the door to you," heyy...yn " wonwoo says surprised at first then welcomes you inside. You reply him with a hii as well .."Come in mingyu is in his room getting ready." He says pointing at the room with a smile.

You smile back at him. "Okayy thank you wonwoo."

You go to mingyu's room knocking on it, "yes come in why are you knocking." He says because it's either wonwoo or their manager nobody comes here like this.

You crack open the door,peeking your head in a little bit ...and....he is only wearning his pants, that means his whole upper body..is bare.. and damn you think, he really is mistaken cause you're definitely the lucky one here. His hair slicked back with the gel he was applying, silver heavy chain on his neck ..it's a deadly sight.

"Hey? Yn ?" He says looking at the door,eyebrows furrowed confused and surprised at first but throws you the biggest smile later.

You take a overall look (that would be so decent but you totally checked him out in those 3 seconds) and then cover your eyes with your hand. Now blushing cause it's the first time you're seeing him like that.

"Hiee surprise" You say as normally as you could.

"Oh that's convenient, covering your eyes after checking me out." God you can hear the smirk in his voice and he's walking towards you fuvk.

"I did not do that..and please wear a shirt first ahhh" You shriek when he pulls you inside, with your other hand. You stumble towards his chest. Your head bumping into his chest.

"Nah take a closer look" He says with a teasing voice.

"Shut up..I'll go if you don't wear a shirt right now."

"First admit that you did check me out come on you shouldn't lie like that." He says teasing you again, his hand still holding yours. He's totally having his fun with you.

And you know there's no escaping this now so you say, "fine I did check you out, so what you're my boyfriend." 'And you looked good you're hot' you kept it silent for now cause you know he won't leave it alone if you say it now.

He chuckles finally leaving you to go wear his shirt. "Mhm that's more like it."

He buttons his shirt and comes to you taking your hand off your eyes, placing it on his chest,pulling you closer. Tipping your chin upwards when you slowly open your eyes. He smiles at you whispering a little "hii" And tucking the hair strands behind your ear.

You lean more into his touch. "Hii" You reply going a little closer to him and of course he left the top two buttons open showing his chest and the damn attractive chain. You groan looking up at him, "what you're trying to seduce people or what?"

"Don't know about people but I definitely want to seduce you. And the way you checked me out earlier i think it already worked." He says smirking again.

You narrow your eyes at him huffing," You're such a cocky-" He chuckles before cutting you off with his lips on yours.

It's hurried at first as if you both are starving, him pulling you in, holding you tightly with one hand on your hip and other on your jaw. And god you're still not used to this, you don't think you ever will be.

He's nibbling on your lips, the speed turned slow now. And you're trying not to make any weird sound. You're gasping when he's teasing you with his tongue. "Fuvk I don't think I can ever get enough of you." He whispers pulling away from the kiss. "I just said the same thing in my mind." You whisper back. He smiles pecking your lips.

"Btw did you wake up early for me?" He asks

"Uhm yeah i brought breakfast for us , for wonwoo too."

"You did? You didn't have to baby why'd you? You have a long day ahead,you should've slept more."

You jump into his arms wrapping your arms around his neck, he catches you instantly.

You hug him tightly "but I missed you so much and you looked so tired yesterday I wanted to see you. " You say pulling back pouting at him.

He pouts back at you, "aww I missed you too my baby" You make a crying face and he's kissing you all over your face.

"I'm sorry I wish I could spend more time with you" He says with a defeated expression.

You shake your head,"It's OK I just want you to take care of yourself and I'll be ok." You say smiling at him.

"You're so sweet." He says smiling down at you pecking your nose.

You laugh, "let's go eat breakfast or you'll get late."

Then you go outside where you placed the food, mingyu calls wonwoo to eat. He thanks you for the breakfast. You all talk for a while before it's time for them to leave.

"You can come with me to the shoot? It's still early for your work" mingyu says looking at you.

"No what'd I do there I'll just go to work early it's ok."

"But I don't want to let you go yet, I want to spend more time with you please? " He says pouting at you.

But you're nervous it'll be like so many people there and it's the first time everyone will see you as mingyu's girlfriend.

"Won't there be so many people? " You say nervously looking at him.

He squeezes your hand,"No I promise I'll take care of you, also the members are there as well you can talk to them,they'll be happy to meet you."

"Uhm ok if you say so ..I haven't met seungkwan and seokmin in a long time."

"Cool then." Mingyu smiles big at you.

When you reach to their shoot you're nervous walking behind mingyu, you even hesitated on holding his hand because you thought someone will notice or spread rumours, but he assured you these are all the people he trusts and nothing will happen, so here you are.

It's 8:45 am and there are few members yet to come, but seungkwan,seokmin,jeonghan,seungcheol, hoshi,minghao are there and as soon as seungkwan spots you there's a huge smile blooming on his face.

"Ah what? Look who's here." He says making you giggle.

"Heyy how have you been?" You ask approaching him for a hug.

"I'm good I'm good" He says hugging you. "You're glowing huh look at that happiness on your face, mingyu hyung must keep you so happy." He says pulling back wiggling his brows teasing you.

You laugh and glance at mingyu who's smiling softly at you. "Yeah he does, he makes me happy."

"And you make me more happy." Mingyu says pulling your fingers enveloping your hand in his.

You greet everyone .

You hug seokmin as well he teases you both about how you two had said you were going to be friends and all.

"Well it didn't work what can I say your friend is charming like that." You say glancing at mingyu with a teasing smile. He raises his eyebrows with a shy smile on his face.

"Oh am I?" He asks.

"I'm not repeating that again." You say ignoring mingyu and dk bursts out laughing along with seungcheol. You laugh too and mingyu huffs.

"Great now my girlfriend's bullying me too." You laugh at him.

Then chan enters, "uh? Yn? Hii"

"Oh you're here ..hii how are you?" You say hugging him smiling at him.

"I'm good, it's nice to see you here..how are you? This hyung isn't troubling you right?"

Mingyu narrows his eyes at chan and you laugh, "No he's not."

Mingyu pulls you with him when they call him for the make up. You go there sit beside him, talk to him for a while and that man refuses to leave your hand.

When you tell him you have to go he whines. Then he hugs you tightly, " I'm going to miss you real bad." He murmurs in the hug.

"I'm going to miss you too baby."

"At night I'll come meet you at your place no matter what." He says pulling back.

"Ok" You nod smiling at him. He really wants to kiss you but there are people here and he knows he won't be able to let you go if he does kiss you so he bids you goodbye with a pout on his face.

You pull his cheeks saying bye to him. You tap chan's shoulder where he's sitting while getting his make up done, telling him bye ,while he turns around shaking your hand "go safely take care." "Yes yes I'll" You smile at him.

After saying bye to everyone you leave. Mingyu has told their driver to drop you off he doesn't listen to you when you refuse.

You text him when you reach at work. The day goes by as usual, till evening arrives you feel more tired than usual and you have this weird feeling that can mean that your periods are here. And it's true you manage to go home somehow. You're so exhausted, hungry and you feel so sick. After arriving home you freshen up and then pass out on your bed. You're so out of it that you don't hear your phone ringing.

Mingyu called you two times and you didn't pick up either one,so he gets worried about you cause it's so early for you to sleep. He leaves for your apartment and calls you again, you manage to pick up this time.

"Hey thank god you picked up I was so worried ..are you ok?" He asks frantically.

"Mhm I'm not" And your voice is so small,you sound so exhausted cause the cramps are starting to kick in again.

"What happened are you sick?" He asks worried.

"It's my periods" You whisper.

"Oh baby ...I'm on my way to yours, do you need anything ?did you eat? "

"No don't need anything..and I didn't have any energy to cook" You say.

"Okay don't worry baby I'll be there with the food and meds ok just 10 mins."

And he's there in ten minutes. You get up from the bed taking yourself till the door,thinking you should just give him the extra key to your place.

You open the door and he looks at you. You don't look like you, you're so exhausted and pale.

"Oh my baby." He coos at you coming inside taking you in his arms.

"You should've called me, its past your dinner time" He says rubbing your back taking you to couch.

"Didn't have the energy for that and thought you'd be busy."

"I'll manage to get to you no matter what, please tell me from next time ok? I don't want you to be in pain like this that too alone." He says worried.

You smile at him replying with a small "ok".

He makes you sit on the couch, brings the plates from kitchen and now he's feeding you.

"Did you eat?" You ask him.

"I didn't, I'll eat after you eat and take the pills."

"Uhm enough I don't want to eat." You say stopping him from feeding you.

"Babe you literally ate just five spoons? Thats not enough come on a little more."

He makes you eat a few more spoons and gives you the pills. You lie down on the couch.

"What are you doing let's go inside sleep on the bed." He says and you shake your head.

"No we will go after you eat, don't worry I'm ok" He argues but you don't listen to him pretending to sleep closing your eyes, so he sighs and eats. You smile at him opening your eyes. You love to watch him eat, you tell him that much so he smiles at you.

After eating he cleans up everything, he scoops you up in his arms amidst your protest.

"You don't need to do this much I can walk."

"Shh you can but I don't want you to, you're in pain you need to rest." He says pecking your head.

You sigh burying your face in his neck.

"You smell good...I can just fall asleep like this." You tell him nuzzling in his neck.

He chuckles,"Ok baby we will cuddle till you sleep, if that's ok with you."

"It's more than ok with me, you feel so warm ..I don't even need a heat pack."

"Oh I see the medicines are working already..or is it me? " He asks looking at you wiggling his eyebrows.

You smile, " It's definitely you ...I love you." You say again burying yourself in his neck. And his heart flutters when you say that.

"I love you too baby." He says placing you on the bed and getting beside you on the bed.

He pecks your forehead turning to your side. Your eyes are closed. You place your hand on your stomach rubbing it, he covers your hand asking if he could do it instead. "Mhm I'd love it." You say sleepily, taking his hand and putting it under your shirt on your stomach. He smiles pecking your cheek and rubbing your belly. He's so warm and you feel so safe around him, you love the feeling of him close to you.

So you turn on your side snuggling into his chest. He pulls you gently to himself with his hand around your waist. He's rubbing your back now. You fall asleep in his arms and he just can't take his eyes off of you, he pecks your head a few times before falling asleep smiling at you.

You just fit so perfectly in his arms, he feels at home. With you he feels at home. And your feelings are no different than his. You haven't felt this safe with anyone till now.

Mingyu wakes up before you because of his phone ringing, he makes sure to not wake you up and goes to freshen up, he luckily finds extra toothbrush packets in your washroom cabinet.

Then he goes to make breakfast for you. He cuts a few fruits, prepares warm milk for you because you drink it every morning. And he makes some rice and some soup.

You wake up to the space beside you empty. You get upset for a second thinking if he left but then you hear sounds from the kitchen, so you know he must be making breakfast..you smile before going to freshen up.

You go to kitchen where he's stirring the soup.

"Hey how are you feeling baby? Sorry did I wake you up?" He asks after noticing you.

"Mhm I feel better now and no you didn't wake me up." You say backhugging him.

"That's good to hear...I really loved sleeping next to you and cuddling you by the way ...we should do it more." He says smiling.

"I think I loved it a little more...I haven't felt that safe like ever.. it was like I'm home."

He turns around at that.

"That's crazy cause I felt the exact same baby I even said it to you when you were sleeping." He says with big eyes.

You giggle at that,"You did?"

He nods at you pulling you in a hug.

"Uh are you going to work today ? " He asks pulling back from the hug.

"Nope I took a leave, I always do if it's my first or second day..it's the worst." You say making a face.

He nods, " You did good baby ..you should rest." "Let's go eat I made it yummy." He says taking the food towards the table. He makes you eat.

"Thank you for the food it's so good." You tell him while eating.

"I'm glad you like it ..eat a lot baby." He says smiling. You talk here and there while you eat. After finishing you give him the keys to your apartment. He gets all giddy saying he's getting upgraded as your boyfriend, you laugh at him.

"Also next time bring some of your clothes to keep here so you don't have to go shower at your place." You say pouting at him.

"That'll be done today itself I love it and next time when you go to my place you should do it as well." He says looking all excited. You giggle at him.

"You'll be ok right? I wish I could stay to take care of you." He says looking at you with a sad expression.

"Come on it's not that bad, you already took care of me. I'm better now just a little body ache nothing else..I'm going to rest the whole day, I'll be ok you go."

He gives you a kiss on the lips before going. He promises to visit later.

At 1PM

Gyuuu❤️: Don't cook I'm bringing lunch.

You: Babe you don't have to, i promise I'll order something and eat.

Gyuuu❤️: shhh I'm already on my way

Just like that he manages to take care of you even when he's busy. He comes with the lunch, eats with you, goes back to practice, at night comes back to your place scolds you because you made food on your own, then you both eat and now you're on the bed sleeping, looking at each other, his hand is on your waist, yours is in his hair playing with it massaging his scalp.

"You're literally spoiling me gyu ...you were so busy you didn't have to do this much today."

"I'm always busy Babe I'm used to it and taking care of you is my responsibility I'm just trying to be a good boyfriend. This is not spoiling you, you're yet to see what the real spoiling is" He says smiling at you.

"I'll treat you like a queen, you'll see it." He says stroking your cheek smiling at you.

"Well i can't wait to see that then." You smile while blushing.

He pulls you in for a quick kiss before the night continues to grow amongst your chatter till you both fall asleep.

Part 12

A/n: This is it for today hope you all like it🩷🩵

Updates are late because my exams are approaching. I'll see you more often after that. There will be one more last update may be idk there's nothing much in my mind rn.

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[inmyglenpowellera]

Bad Reputation Part 1 | Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Taylor Swift inspired!OC

Request: Requested by @akornsworld

Word Count: 3457 words

Summary: There's that saying for some people, “You can't go home again.” When you grow up and leave, that's it, you don't go back home. Presley Joann Benjamin (stage name Presley Jo) believed that was the case for her. Never did she think she would be right back where she started. But her Aunt insisted it was the best for her. She thought for sure her life and career were over until she meets a certain cocky aviator.

Warnings: Alcohol use, angst if you squint, maybe some cursing, fluff, some depression if you squint

A/N: This will be a multipart imagine. Not sure how many chapters there will be yet.

She made it. She was one of the biggest singer/songwriters this generation has ever known. She was a hit pop sensation. She went on tour, her more recent ones going international. She won many awards: Grammy's, Billboard, MTV Awards, VMA's. She had many other accomplishments she was proud of and didn't think she would even come close to experiencing what she had. Things were going great… until they weren't.

Things started to go downhill, and they went downhill fast. Her reputation was ruined. All because she refused to be used and abused in Hollywood. Everything started to fall apart. The cancel culture started to come for her. She was completely lost on what to do. Which is why she disappeared from the public eye.

She didn't answer her phone for days. Her aunt began to lose her mind and flew from San Diego to New York to see if she was even alive. What she didn't expect was to walk into her niece's loft to find her lying in her bed in the dark. Tissues and multiple bottles of alcohol littering the bed and floor. Her aunt knew then and there she couldn't survive this dark period by herself. She forced her up out of bed, demanded she take a shower, and forced her to pack her bags to come home.

Home, the place she hasn't been in about 10 years. When she was still a bright-eyed 20-year-old dreamer. The place where she got her start while working part-time at her aunt's bar as a server. Where her now ex-asshole manager discovered her. Playing and singing her heart out on that old piano in the middle of the bar, entertaining the aviators currently stationed in the area, who she was sure said they “knew her when” when she finally started becoming known.

She can't stop staring at that old piano through her sunglasses from her bar stool.

“Why don't you go play something? The only person who ever touches it anymore is Bradley,” Penny said to her niece, cleaning out a beer glass before placing it with the others.

“No thank you,” Presley said quietly, adjusting her baseball cap on her head.

“Well, can you at least take the hat and glasses off? And look at me when I'm talking to you,” Penny requested, laying her rag on the counter.

Presley huffed and turned around on her bar stool. “I'll take my glasses off and look at you but I'm keeping the hat on.”

“Presley, nobody is here right now,” Penny argued, gesturing around the empty and currently closed bar.

“Exactly, right now. But you know as well as I do that this place will be packed in less than an hour and I really don’t feel like being mobbed considering the current state of my life,” I argued back with her.

“The current state of your life that you are going to get through and fix. You're a Benjamin, nothing can stop us,” She reassured me.

I sighed in response to her words and attempted to slam my forehead down onto the bartop. However, I let out a groan in pain when I just ended up hitting the bill of my ballcap off of it instead. I heard Penny sigh and heard the telltale sound of her walking around the bar and moving to sit on the barstool next to me. She began to run her hand through the ponytail sticking out of the back of my ballcap before speaking.

“Presley, I know what you are going through right now is hard and you may feel like your life is over. But that is so far from the truth. I brought you back here not just because you needed the support, but because you needed to get back in touch with your roots. You may not believe this, but sometimes going back to where it all started helps to see where it all went wrong,” She whispered to me.

I scoffed in reply and lifted my head up. “I know where it all went wrong.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. But until then, I want you to at least try to live your life. Stop focusing on what happened and focus on what could be. Don’t worry about writing your next hit or whether you will be invited to the next award show.  Focus on spending time with me and Amelia and being normal.”

I stared at her for a moment before nodding with a sigh. “Alright, fine. Where do you want me to start?”

She nodded at me gratefully before standing from the bar stool. “You can start by helping me open the bar. I know you know how to. Go to the stock room and grab what we need and then help me finish the glasses.”

I groaned in annoyance before standing from my chair and moving to do as she asked.

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The moment the first person walked into the bar I rushed to push my sunglasses back on my face and kept my head down and I have continued to do so since the bar opened about 30 minutes ago. The place has had people nonstop coming in and out. Aviators, soldiers, and civilians taking up the space around me. The once-quiet bar was slowly becoming louder as more people filtered in and the evening rush slowly began to take hold. 

A glass being placed in front of me caused me to look up briefly at the bartender standing there with a smile.

“Thanks, Jimmy,” I smiled back at him.

“This stays between you and me. Your aunt told me not to serve you but I figured one drink wouldn’t hurt,” Jimmy told me, pointing his finger at me as if he was scolding me.

“Don’t worry. She won’t hear it from me,” I reassured him, reaching forward for the drink in front of me.

Jimmy gave me a thankful nod before moving to serve another person. I sighed and took a sip of my drink when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out to see another news article about me. I sighed and clicked on it, frowning at the words glaring back at me.

“Presley Jo: Where is the Princess? Has she run away to hide in her castle?”

“I’m not a princess,” I grumbled to myself, glaring at my phone as someone appeared next to me at the bar.

“Jimmy, I’ll have 6 more, and whatever the “not princess” is having,” a voice with a distinct southern accent spoke up from next to me.

I slightly raised my head and pocketed my phone, looking over at the person standing next to me through my sunglasses before looking over at Jimmy.

“Uh, that won’t be necessary, Jimmy,” I told the old man who nodded at me.

“Aw, c’mon darling. Let a nice man buy a beautiful woman a drink,” He argued with me in his accent, leaning on the bar sideways so he could look at me.

I let out a small giggle and shook my head, looking over at him and looking him over from top to bottom. Sandy blonde hair styled to perfection, bright green eyes shining in the lights of the bar, thin lips pressed into a smirk, and a khaki uniform that causes me to roll my eyes from behind my glasses and look forward. A gorgeous human being ruined by what he does for a living.

“Well howdy, John Wayne. I appreciate the offer but no thank you,” I told him, grabbing the still half-full glass to take a sip.

“John Wayne,” The stranger questioned me in shock, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh, I’m sorry, do you prefer Eastwood,” I retorted, placing my glass back on the bar top.

I heard the aviator let out a noise that was a mixture of a scoff and a chuckle before he spoke up again.

“Well, that just hurts my feelings, sweetheart. It’s not every day I get made fun of for my accent,” He said in amusement.

“Well, I’m glad I could bring some excitement to your day,” I smiled at him sarcastically.

I heard a huff of amusement. “You know what would make it even more exciting.”

“No, but I feel like you’re going to tell me anyways, cowboy,” I said with disinterest.

“Your number.”

I scoffed in disbelief and began shaking my head with a grin. “Trust me, my number is the last thing you want buddy.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that,” He asked me curiously, leaning in closer to me.

“Because my reputation isn’t exactly the best right now… If you knew who I was you wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me, I promise you that. So do yourself a favor and find someone else to court like the small-town country boy you are,” I informed him, pushing my sunglasses farther up my nose.

“Well, maybe you can give me a chance and I can prove you wrong,” He argued with me.

“Doubtful,” I muttered, taking a large gulp of my drink.

“Why don’t we start with a name? If you're so famous like you're making yourself out to be. Then I can tell you if I’ve heard anything and if I believe what I’ve heard,” He offered up.

“I am most definitely not giving you my name,” I denied immediately, shaking my head.

“Well, then how about you take off the sunglasses and the hat Hollywood? Then I can tell you if you look familiar,” He tried again.

“I am not doing that either,” I said with another shake of the head.

“You enjoy playing hard to get don’t you,” He asked me with a smirk.

“It’s not playing hard to get if there’s nothing to win,” I told him.

He stared at me in silence, causing me to look over at him. I could see a few different emotions swirling in his eyes. Admiration, desire, amusement, and what looked like affection.

“I’m Jake,” He said simply.

I stared at him for a second and nodded in response. “Cool.” 

This Jake person opened his mouth to speak again before being cut off. 

“Is Hangman bothering you, PJ,” Jimmy asked me sweetly, looking between the two of us.

“No, Jimmy. It’s fine,” I reassured the old man.

“Are you sure? Because I have no problem ringing the bell on him,” Jimmy told me, gesturing over his shoulder to my aunt's bell.

“As funny as that would be and as much as I would enjoy that, it’s not necessary,” I reassured him once again, picking my drink up and finishing it off.

Jimmy nodded at me and grabbed my now empty glass before walking away, but not without throwing a warning glare over his shoulder at this so-called “hangman.”

“So, now you know my name and my callsign. Are you still not willing to give yours up miss “PJ,” Jake questioned me.

“No, Hangman, I’m not,” I shrugged at him, beginning to stand from my barstool. “Hey Jimmy, Let Penny know I’m headed home,” I asked the old man, watching him nod at me before going about his work again.

“So you know Penny,” He asked me.

“Wow, nice deduction there Mr. Eastwood. That navy training is really doing you some good,” I said sarcastically, turning to head out the door.

“I’ll get your name eventually,” He called after me.

“Don’t bet on it, Lieutenant.”

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I groaned in pain at the sudden weight being thrown on top of me, a bright giggle slipping out of the person’s lips. I wrestled my hands out from underneath them and lifted them to grab the comforter covering my head. I pulled it down to see Amelia lying across me with her dog Theo running into the room and joining us in the bed.

“Amelia, why,” I groaned.

“Because mom told me to wake you up. She needs you to do something for her,” Amelia told me before hopping off the bed to leave the room, Theo following closely behind her.

I groaned tiredly before throwing my blanket off of me. I leaned over the side of the bed and gripped my sleep shorts that I had taken off before bed. I pulled them on before doing my morning routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face. I then ran a brush through my hair and pulled it up into a bun before making my way downstairs. I followed the noises I heard into the kitchen to see Aunt Penny running around trying to make breakfast for Amelia as my little cousin tried to finish up her homework at the last minute. I walked over to Amelia kissed her head and gave Theo a pat on the head, before taking a seat on the other barstool at the island.

“Morning,” I sighed out to Aunt Penny.

“Good morning. I have a few errands I need to do this morning. Is there any chance you can take Amelia to school and then go to the Hard Deck to get some of the opening duties done for me,” Aunt Penny asked me quickly, placing Amelia’s breakfast on top of her homework and causing the young girl to let out a groan of annoyance.

“Yeah, sure,” I nodded at her.

“Thank you. I shouldn’t be long and should be there at around 10. And Amelia knows the drop-off procedures,” She reassured me.

“Penny, it’s fine. I know what to do and I will get Amelia to school on time,” I reassured her.

“Thank you,” she told me once again before gathering her things.

She walked around the island to place a kiss on Amelia’s head and one on my cheek before moving towards the door.

“I love you girls,” She called over her shoulder.

“Love you too,” We both called out to her.

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After an anxiety-ridden school drop-off and halfway through getting the bar ready for opening, Penny showed up with a thankful smile.

“Thank you,” She told me, pulling me into a hug.

“You’re welcome. I mopped, did stock, and washed the glasses. They just need to be dried and all of your paperwork needs to be done,” I explained to her, gesturing to all of the glasses sitting in drying racks.

“You are a lifesaver. How was drop off,” She asked me.

“Well, um, I have been through quite a few anxiety-inducing events in my life, but I think drop-off was the worst one to date,” I informed her with a grimace.

Penny winced at my words and nodded in agreement. “It can be bad.”

I nodded at her in agreement before moving to sit on the piano bench, my back facing the instrument to curb the need to play it. Penny looked between me and the instrument before speaking.

“Why don’t you play something while I finish up? I could use the entertainment,” She offered up, grabbing a rag to begin drying the glasses.

“No thank you,” I sighed, running my hands over my thighs to rid them of some of the sweat they built up.

“Presley, you can’t just give up music. I haven’t heard you so much as hum a note since you came home. And you've been here about two weeks now,” Penny scolded, placing her hands on her hips. “I used to have to pry you away from that piano. You couldn't stop writing and playing. You constantly had something new-”

“I’m not giving up music… and did it ever occur to you that maybe I'm just uninspired,” I interrupted her, looking at her sadly.

Penny frowned before placing her rag on the counter and leaning forward. “You're uninspired right now, but not forever. Something will bring your light back, I know it. For right now, how about you play some of your old stuff?”

I stared at her for a moment before sighing and nodding. “Fine. But I'm not singing. I'm just playing the piano.”

“That's fine with me,” She reassured me as I turned around and placed my hands on the black and white keys.

I began playing one of my songs gently and let myself get lost in the music. Meanwhile, Penny continued working behind me to prepare the bar for opening in a couple of hours. My one song turned into two, which turned into three. However, my playing stopped when I heard the front door open. I tensed up in my seat and looked over at Penny out of the corner of my eye. Penny dropped everything she was doing and immediately turned towards the person who entered the bar.

“Hangman, we don’t open for another few hours,” Penny called out to the person who walked further into the bar.

“It’s Friday, Penny. Dogfight football day. Just stopped in to get some beers for everybody before heading down to the beach,” Jake argued with her, walking over to the bar.

I could feel his eyes on me as he conversed with my aunt, causing me to turn my head slightly so he couldn’t see my face.

“Well, why don’t you head outside and I can bring them out to you,” Penny offered up.

“Nah, Pen, it’s fine. I don’t want to take up any more of your time than I need to,” Jake denied her. I listen to Penny let out a sigh before moving around the bar and gathering what he asked for. “I know that song you were playing, darling. I believe it’s called Enchanted by-,” He cut himself off when I finally looked over at him.

“Presley Jo, a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Eastwood,” I stated, holding my hand out to him with a blank expression on my face.

“PJ,” He hummed, gripping my hand in his own with obvious shock on his face.

“Hm, I normally just go by Presley,” I hummed out with a shrug, staring up at him.

“Mhm, Penny my dear, do you understand who is sitting in your bar right now,” Jake said in disbelief.

“Of course I do. I raised her,” Penny shrugged at him simply.

Jake turned around and looked at her in shock. “You raised one of the biggest pop stars on the face of the earth and didn’t tell anyone?”

“It’s not exactly something I go telling everybody, Hangman, no matter how proud I am of my beautiful niece. Besides, Bradshaw and Maverick know.”

“Rooster knows? Maverick I understand, but Rooster,” He asked in disbelief.

“Bradley and I grew up together. Who do you think taught me piano,” I interrupted, drawing his eyes back towards me. Jake continued to stare at me in shock and awe, causing me to slightly squirm under his gaze. “So, you going to go tell everybody I’m here? Sell a story to the media?”

Jake shook his head at me before releasing a scoff. “Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s what everyone else does,” I shrugged, fiddling with the hem of my shirt.

“Well, Darling, I guess I’m not everyone else then,” He shrugged at me.

I looked at him in shock before speaking again. “You still want my number?”

“Hm… that, and I’d still like to buy you that drink,” He shrugged at me.

I looked at him in shock and disbelief before shaking my head at him. “You still want something to do with me after finding out who I am? Even with everything being said about me and me being canceled?”

Jake shrugged at me before stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Not all your fans believe what’s being said about you.”

My gaze softened and I couldn’t stop myself from staring into his bright green eyes. He held my gaze for a few moments before Penny cleared her throat.

“Hangman, your beers,” She said, pushing them all towards the aviator.

He removed his gaze from me to turn towards my aunt and gave her a thankful smile. He told her to keep a tab open before turning back towards me. He gave me a wink before moving towards the back door of the bar to go to the beach. I watched him walk away and out the door before removing my gaze from him and looking back at my aunt. She raised her eyebrows at me in amusement before crossing her arms over her chest.

“You gonna tell me what the hell that was?”

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[notmorbid]

sweetlust.

dialogue prompts from sweetlust: stories by asja bakić.

i tend to expect the worst of people.

shit. i'm even competitive about intimate feelings.

i haven't even started and i've already lost.

i don't care what i look like. i just want to survive.

do you want to eat me?

you sound like a precocious child.

you're different. better.

sex can't rehabilitate anyone.

fear is essential to survival. the body fears with reason.

i don't like crying in public.

this place brings out the worst in all of us.

a destructive idea can be more dangerous than bacteria.

am i the beauty or the beast?

what do you look like when you have no audience?

sadness can't be turned off like a computer.

i have complete confidence in you.

you never come home empty handed, even when you should.

out of sight, out of mind.

is there somewhere i could rest?

i can't explain why, but please listen.

some dreams have the quality of memory.

i called you, but you didn't pick up.

motherhood, more than anything else, personifies death.

if this is motherhood, i never want to be a mother.

what are you thinking about right now?

even in winter, life has to go on.

i've been lying my entire life.

i don't know what i'm feeling.

there's always been space for you.

'for the greater good' is such a tired phrase.

abstract ideas have concrete consequences.

you've gone silent again.

you blame your mother for everything but global warming.

i look like a villain. i know that.

i don't even know where you're from.

i could have helped you, but i didn't want to.

no one wants to get out of here more than i do.

i don't trust people who don't lie.

you have scruples. that's your biggest weakness.

i can't remember ever laughing so hard.

what's your name? can i at least know that?

i wasn't completely honest.

it's not appropriate to swear.

stay. the bed's big enough for the both of us.

no one who sees the future clearly can believe in god.

you're not stupid. you just act like it.

i want you to fully know me.

i don't want to play house.

everyone suffers. you're not the only one.

i won't tell you how to feel.

you know how much i hate that word.

there's no reason to lie anymore.

#rp meme #rp memes #sentence starters #ask memes #inbox memes #ask meme

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 20]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

So what was this now? You couldn't just sit still anymore. Your foot tapped against the floor as you tried to make yourself focus on the screen in front of you but your brain just wasn't corporating. There was a weird feeling in your stomach.

"Ugh." You slammed your forehead down onto your desk, your arms tiredly hanging down. There could be a few reasons why you were productively producing anything now. One, it was 4 am. Two-

"What are you doing up?" There was reason two and possibly the biggest reason.

"Couldn't sleep so I thought I could get some work done." You replied, head still pressed against the surface of your desk.

"It's 4 am..." You felt fingers on your chin, gently lifting your head up from your desk. Despite the sleep evident on his face, Mingi still maintained a soft smile as he met your eyes.

"Go back to sleep. You have a schedule tomorrow and you need to go back to the dorm before that." You held his hand.

"We should both go back to sleep." Mingi corrected.

Mingi raised his hand to cup your cheek, leaning down to give you a peck. He tugged your body upwards and out of your chair so that you fell into his arms. You scoffed at how he was using his strength to move you, making him chuckle. His deep voice, ridden with sleep was even deeper, making you shiver.

"Can we go back to bed, please?" He rested his head on top of yours, his cheek pressed to your crown. When he felt you nod, he led you back to your room.

"You need to wake up in two hours." You told him as Mingi laid his head on your chest, his arms around your torso.

"That's fine." He mumbled, closing his eyes.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" He asked out of the blue.

"Not at all." You denied. You weren't lying because it's not that he made you uncomfortable. There was just a lot of other emotions and feelings that made you feel overwhelmed now.

"I'm glad you're here." You raised a hand to stroke his head, your fingers running through his hair.

"I promise, we'll talk about this later." Mingi removed one of his hands from your waist to lace fingers with your free hand. He just wanted to be as close to you as he could now. You let out a hum of acknowledgement, grateful that he said that.

"Just sleep now. You need the rest." You spoke softly. The continuous running of your fingers through his hair put Mingi to sleep in no time. His warmth and scent also sent you back to dream land quickly.

When you woke up, Mingi was gone. You realised that it was close to 9, which meant he was probably at his schedule now.

'Hey, I didn't want to wake you up when I was leaving. Thanks for having me over. We'll talk about whatever this is when you're ready. Have a nice day! - Mingi'

'I just woke up. And yes, we'll definitely talk. Have a great day, stay safe at your schedule. - Indigo'

'See you later at KQ? - Mingi'

'Of course. - Indigo'

After that short text conversation with Mingi, you got ready to go back to work. You brushed your teeth and went to pack up the equipment you needed. Only when things were packed, you went to shower. You decided to forgo breakfast and took a cab to KQ with all your things.

"Glad to have you back, Indigo." The other producers welcomed you back with hugs and smiles. You still wore your mask around them so they couldn't see you return their smile.

"Thank you for accommodating and sorry for any inconvenience." You bowed to them.

"Nonsense. Family always comes first. And you were still working anyway, doesn't matter whether you're here or at home." Eden patted your shoulder.

"Agreed." Maddox smiled.

"So regarding the meeting I had with the executives yesterday, I would like to share the updates that concern us as the production team. Is everyone able to meet later in the afternoon?" Eden asked.

"Sure." You all agreed after checking your respective calendars. You went to your studio to unpack your equipment.

"Feels good to be back." You sat back in your seat. With all your monitors working, you put your headphones on and got into the zone of working. In your studio, there was a different type of flow and energy for your work compared to your home.

'Updated guide recording. - Eden'

'Thanks. - Indigo'

You opened the file that he sent you. Now that you were back in the studio, you could start recording for the tracks that needed guide vocals or actual song recordings.

'Congratualations, Prod. Indigo! Your track was chosen for CJ E&M's upcoming drama OST. The production team will be contacting you soon!'

"Drama OST?" You were intrigued. Your works have never been used as a drama OST before. You wondered if it would be different.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

You went to open the door and saw Seonghwa and San there. Seonghwa had a box of cupcakes in his hands, holding it out to you with a big smile.

"Welcome back!" The two of them grinned. You chuckled, stepping aside to let them in. Once you shut the door, you pulled down your mask, inviting them to sit down on the couch. Even if you were not expecting anything, trust the boys to be kind enough to do something to properly welcome you back.

"I was still working, you know? Just remotely." You laughed as you went to your desk to get your coffee and to wheel your work chair over to the seating area.

"Still, you like the surprise, don't you?" San teased. You had to admit, you did like it.

"Don't you guys have a schedule?" You folded your arms, taking a cookies and cream cupcake to eat.

"Nope. Oh, I like the red velvet." Seonghwa pointed. But instead of taking the cupcake for the older, San broke out into song, singing and dancing to a popular Red Velvet song.

"Just give me the damn cupcake." Seonghwa slapped San's arm in annoyance, making you and San burst out laughing.

"Looks like there's a lot of work." Yunho noted, nodding to your computer monitors.

"Actually, it's not much. It's mainly things that I couldn't do at home. And since Hongjoong was able to come over to work with me, it helped a lot. Or else I might actually be swimming in work now just trying to catch up." You explained.

"Could these tracks be in our next album?" Seonghwa asked.

"Maybe... I'm deciding which ones I will present to the judging panel. But we're meeting Eden later to discuss what the higher ups told him for your next comeback." You informed.

"Ooh, that sounds fun, yet intimidating." San said with a conflicted look and you nodded with a giggle.

"I agree. I honestly haven't done this in real life before. Usually if companies want to use my song, they would approach me. I've not had to present my song before." You scratched your head.

"You'll do fine, Indigo. Have more faith and trust in your ability." Seonghwa smiled.

"I'll propose the track we worked on for song camp. Since it was a group effort, the company might be more inclined to promote it, knowing fans would like it... But it also depends if the songs fit the concept that the company wants for your comeback. In that sense, it's out of our hands." You said.

"Agreed. But it would be nice to promote a song as one that we all wrote together. You know, it has our own personal touch to it." San said and Seonghwa nodded.

"I think you guys add your own personal touches to anything you do. Even if you aren't a part of the producing team, you still record, you still dance. That's adding your own touch." You defended.

"How smart." Seonghwa patted your head. You blushed, chewing on your bottom lip.

"Aww, look at you get all embarrassed by Seonghwa hyung?" San cupped your cheeks, cooing cutely at you.

"Stop it!" You slapped his hands away.

When the recording called for a break, Mingi excused himself to the bathroom. He emerged from the stall to see his best friend there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Mingi shot him a quizzical look.

"Where were you last night?" Yunho asked.

"Uh... Sorry, I didn't know I had curfew, appa." Mingi rolled his eyes with a scoff, wondering why Yunho was suddenly asking him this. He walked to the sink to wash his hands.

"You were at Indigo's place yesterday, weren't you?" Yunho let out a sigh and locked the main door.

"What's up with you?" Mingi was now genuinely confused.

"No, I should be asking you that. What's up with you? Or rather, what's up with you and Indigo?" Yunho asked, raising an eyebrow. Mingi blinked, hiding his surprised with more confusion.

"What are you talking about? Me and Indigo? There's nothing going on with us." Mingi lied.

"Liar."

"I don't know what you want me to tell you, Yunho ah." Mingi sighed. But his brain was scrambling on what to reply next, wanting to keep up this facade. Mingi only just made his move last night, how could Yunho already catch up to something so quickly? Plus, Mingi didn't even have any chance to give anything away.

"Mingi, we've been friends for years, we grew up together. I don't know why you're still trying to lie to me when I can see through you. I know you more than you know yourself." Yunho said.

"I kissed her last night, okay?" Mingi gave up easily, knowing he can't hide from his best friend.

"You WHAT?!" Yunho's eyes widened as he yelled. Mingi leapt forward, wrapping his hand around the other male's mouth.

"Shhh, do you want the whole broadcast to hear you?!" Mingi hissed. Yunho was still so frozen from shock as he processed what Mingi just told him. He lightly slapped his cheek.

"So you're together?" Yunho asked.

"No... Yes... I don't know. I kissed her, stayed the night then left in the morning. We were supposed to talk about it when we have the time to." Mingi explained.

"Wow, that sounds cruel, Mingi ah." Yunho clicked his tongue in disapproval. Mingi punched his arm.

"Get your head out of the gutter. We didn't do anything except sleep, that's all. And it's not like I'm not going to contact her again..." Mingi glared. Yunho nodded his head, rubbing his chin as if he was in deep thought about this whole thing.

"Stop that. There's nothing for you to think about. It's a kiss, that's all. She may not even like me back." Mingi rolled his eyes. Then it dawned on him now that he said it out loud.

He likes you.

"Oh my god..." Mingi face palmed. So that's what he has been feeling around you... Mingi has feelings for you.

"Did you actually just realise that you like her?" Yunho snickered, knowing the look on Mingi's face. Mingi nodded slowly as he was still stunned. How could it take him so long to notice his own feelings?

"I so knew before you even realised. I knew you liked her." Yunho smirked proudly.

"Wow, I'm dense." Mingi slapped his own forehead. Yunho hummed in agreement, unlocking the door to walk out. But Mingi grasped his arm.

"Don't mention this to anyone, just act like you don't know anything. I don't even know what this is. I haven't even got a chance to really speak to her on what we are and what's going to happen going forward from last night. The last thing I want to do is pressure her." Mingi said, almost pleadingly.

"I'm offended that you think I would mention it to anyone. But Mingi, you need to be careful, okay? You and I both know how relationships crumble in our industry." Yunho cautioned.

"What do you mean? I'm sure I can protect her."

"I know you can protect her. Just... take care of yourselves." Yunho said.

After filming, Yunho, Mingi, Wooyoung and Hongjoong headed back to KQ. Hongjoong was sitting in the passenger seat, on his phone.

"Aww, look. Seonghwa and San brought cupcakes to welcome Indigo back to the studio." Hongjoong said, lifting his phone to show the photo that Seonghwa sent.

"Ask them to leave some for us!" Wooyoung yelled from the backseat. Yunho shot Mingi a side glance but Mingi didn't react to the news at all, continuing to focus on the game that he was playing on his phone. He did clear his throat, knowing Yunho would look at him.

"I didn't know she was coming back to the studio today." Yunho said. Hongjoong nodded, humming in agreement.

"We've got some guide recordings to catch up on. Those were the things we couldn't work on while I went to her place to work." Hongjoong explained.

"Mingi ah, maybe tomorrow we should schedule studio time with Indigo." Hongjoong suggested.

"Sure, hyung. Our dance schedule only starts at 4." Mingi replied.

"Speaking of." Hongjoong's phone rang. It was you.

"Oh, Indi ah. We were just talking about you... Nothing bad, don't worry. Unless you did something bad?" Hongjoong laughed as he teased you.

Yunho and Mingi, who were only in the second row, heard your outraged yelling through the phone. Mingi did adjust himself to sit up and hopefully hear the conversation more.

"Producer meeting with Edenary? I'm still on the way back though... Sure, you guys start first. I'll just join you guys when I arrive. We're not too far... Yes, Mingi is with me... Okay, I'll bring him if he doesn't have any schedule after this." Hongjoong spoke. Mingi perked up at the sound of his name being mentioned.

"We'll see you soon. Bye." Hongjoong hung up.

"Indigo said Eden hyung called for a meeting with the production team to talk about comeback concepts. So we'll join them when we arrive." He said to Mingi.

"Yes, captain." Mingi lazily saluted. He knew he was going to see you again but just the thought of it now made him feel giddy.

"Hyung, could you drop us downstairs? It'll be easier for us to run up." Hongjoong turned to their manager.

"Sure." He said. When the van stopped at the front door, Mingi and Hongjoong ran into the building. They took the lift up to the producing floor. Hongjoong hushed Mingi as they entered.

"We're looking to submit 3 songs per producer and they are hoping to maybe push for sub unit pieces." Eden was speaking. Hongjoong and Mingi came to sit beside you. Mingi sat next to you but you were too focused on Eden to greet him.

"Should we push for the group produced song?" You raised your hand and questioned.

"We can... How far along are you with that?" Eden asked.

"The final revisions and edits were done with Hongjoong last week. I'll try to do the guide recording some time this week. If Jongho can come into the studio." You replied.

"Alright, keep me updated on the progress." Eden said and continued on while you wrote the info down.

"What are we doing for the b-sides?" Maddox brought up.

"If we are going with the third installation of The World, I would think they're looking for more techno, EDM type of songs." Hongjoong voiced out.

"It would be nice to have or two ballads in there though."

"Those who have ballads ready can submit ballads for the song pick. If the higher ups like it then they'll pick it. At most, they'll add 1 inside. Because like Hongjoong said, they want more upbeat, heavier beats in this album with the concepts from the first two parts of the collection." Eden proposed.

"If there are any questions, just ask. Meeting dismissed." Eden adjourned the producers meeting. Mingi heard you let out a long sigh at the end.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Mhmm." You nodded. As Mingi opened his mouth to talk to you, your phone rang and you stepped aside to answer it.

"Indi, busy?" Hongjoong came over to where you and Mingi were after talking to Eden. Mingi nodded his head, watching you speak with some production company.

"Let's wait for her by her studio." Hongjoong suggested and the two left the meeting room.

"Sorry, guys. What's up? Come in." You ran over after seeing the two rappers waiting outside your studio. You opened the door for them. They let themselves in while you went to sit by your desk.

"Busy day?"

"I would say it's normal, just catching up. I'm sure you heard Seonghwa and San dropped by with cupcakes to welcome me back." You chuckled, not taking your eyes off the screen as you typed away to reply to a message.

"Yes, we heard. Glad you like the cupcakes. We won't take up too much of your time though. Just wondering if you have time to work tomorrow for studio time with Mingi and I." Hongjoong asked.

"Tomorrow?... What time are we looking at?" You finally turned to them, pulling your phone calendar up.

"We have a schedule at 4." Mingi said.

"Meet for lunch? Then we'll work until 4?" You asked. The two nodded, taking their own phones out to input the timing into their schedules for tomorrow.

"Actually, Hongjoong, do you have time now? I just want to ask you something real quick about another project." You suddenly said. Hongjoong nodded, taking a stool to sit beside you.

"Mingi ah, if you have another schedule, you can go first. Don't wait for me. Or you can stay." Hongjoong said.

"I-I'll stay." Mingi sat down.

"I got a message this morning saying my beat was chosen for some drama OST. I have no clue how an OST is edited and made. Do I have to make it in line with the genre of the drama? The producers just called me and said they'll be sending me the info pack soon to work on the instrumental." You said.

"Wow, Indigo. Unfamiliar territory, huh?" Hongjoong laughed at your completely lose expression.

"Like a fish out of water." You sighed.

"Hmm, I know you can't tell me much but maybe just the genre of the series? And send me the track they chose. I'll work on it and get back to you tomorrow." Hongjoong said.

"Ah, Yeosang is calling me. I'll see you upstairs, Mingi. Bye, Indi." Hongjoong jogged out of the studio.

"You alright?" Mingi towered over you. You looked up from your seat, eyes growing soft at the sight and feeling of him being near you.

"I'll be okay. I'm sorry, I know we're supposed to talk about stuff but I just... All the work came rushing in and I feel like there's so much to do." You said guiltily.

"Don't worry about that. We have all the time in the world. Don't stress yourself out too much, hmm? With both work and us." He smiled, resting a hand on the top of your head.

"Thanks, Mings." You said. Seeing that the door was still closed, Mingi leaned down to quickly kiss your forehead.

"I'll call you tonight." He whispered.

"Okay." You hummed and he withdrew his hand slowly as you watched him exit your studio.

~

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The One That Got Away - Part 3

A.N. - Part 3 is finally here! I apologize for the delayed upload but unfortunately work and life got in the way of things but I'm hoping to create a consistent posting schedule soon!

Pairing: Single Dad Harry Styles

Summary: Alena finallys gets a night out on the town with her friends, but will it go as planned or will surprises and feelings arise?

Word Count: 3.1K

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Alena 

- 

“Fine, I’ll come.” my phone has been buzzing non stop. 

This weekend's one of the first weekends that I am going out in a long time. I typically use my weekends to catch up on chores or run errands since Harry typically has Aria for the weekends, but this weekend my friend’s convinced me to come out with them and have a girls weekend. We’ve all been preoccupied with life and what better way they thought to come together and go out and have some fun. 

I’m not much of a partier if I do say so myself, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t indulge in it ever - back when I was younger, the weekend parties were something I looked forward to - the drinking, the music, the friends, the games, the angst - EVERYTHING. However, that was short lived because by the time I was just at that age to drink and do things legally, I was blessed with my baby girl and responsibilities and motherhood took precedence over the weekend parties. 

“Yay! Alena’s hitting the town.” My friend Molly was on the other end of the Facetime call laying on her bed with a face mask on. 

“Ugh, I don’t even know what to wear though - I’m sure anything I have probably doesn’t fit anyways.” I was rummaging through my closet which is 90% of lounge wear, 10% of business casual clothes in which I recycle once a week to wear to work. “I don’t even own half of my wardrobe before Aria, Mol.” my voice probably sounded defeated but I am trying to stay hopeful for my friend because I know she’s looking forward to this outing of ours. 

“Lena, come on! You have to have something hot and flirty in that closet of yours - I know you do!” Molly’s a long-time friend of mine - she’s been around through the thick & thin of mine, however, our lives are the complete opposite end of the spectrum. Where I am on mommy duty 90% of the time, she is out free and living her life. She is a radiologist at our local hospital and due to her schedule, she has just enough time and energy to have a great balance of work and play. I truly believe that she is the one that keeps me young. 

“Do you think leggings and a baggy sweat-shirt are acceptable for dinner and bar and club hopping?” I flashy a cheek smile across my Facetime screen and Molly gives me the biggest eye-roll. “Lena, if you’re not at least wearing something that’s tight tonight, I am going to beat your ass sensely.” Molly makes her way to her bathroom and takes her phone with her. “Lena, stop acting like a mom for once and be free - shake your ass and show your tits off! Maybe even make-out with a guy - honestly when was even the last time you got fucked?” Molly places her phone down just in time for me to flash her my middle finger. 

“ Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know getting fucked was supposed to be on the agenda while also picking my daughter up from school, providing for her and basically making sure she doesn’t die.” I shut my closet door and make my way to my kitchen because I’m starting to get a little hungry and a snack doesn’t sound too bad right now. 

“Lena, I love you but step out of the mom role, even for one night - you are still allowed to have your own personality and be your own person, I promise you, you going out for one night will not make Aria love you any less. Plus, who doesn’t love a sexy milf.” Molly has a way with words, that’s for sure. 

“Plus, word around town is that your baby daddy has been seeing someone. Don’t you think it’s time for maybe you to get out there a little bit and meet a few people that could even be remotely interested in you?” Molly’s words sting a little, but I’m not sure if it's because she brings up Harry seeing some or if it’s because it's the “word around town” and I feel somewhat protective of his privacy and his business because he’s the father of my child.

“Yeah, I already knew that.” I take a bite of my toast. “He asked me the other day if it’s okay to introduce Aria to her - from the sounds of it they seem to be getting serious. I’ve been talking to Anne a little bit and she tells me that he seems to be happy and gets this - he hasn’t been seeing anyone else.” 

“I’m sorry - you’re telling me that he asked for your permission to introduce Aria to his girlfriend and you agreed?” Molly seems to be severely taken back, her face  expression if not her tone says it all. 

“Yeahhh… why wouldn’t I be? He is Aria’s father and I am trusting his judgment, so if he thinks it was the right call - then it was the right call - point, blank, period.”  

Truth is, it did and still does bother me that he wants to introduce Aria to someone he is seeing. What if she likes her better than me? What if she grows attached to her? What if she starts calling her mom down the line? The thought of Aria calling someone else mom makes my stomach queasy, however, I can’t worry about the “what ifs” and just hope and pray that she isn’t mean to my baby girl. 

Harry’s and I’s relationship is complex, on the one hand I want him to be happy and find someone but on the other hand I want someone to hurt him the way he hurt me so he can truly understand what it feels like to put your absolute all into someone, just for them to take - stomp on it and give it back to you in bits and pieces and I truly believe if it weren’t for Aria, I would have stopped all communication with Harry Styles years ago.

-

The rest of my day consisted of cleaning up my house, working on organizing and cleaning out my fridge and finally deciding on outfit for later on tonight. I even had some time to get a home-work out in. I guess just subconsciously knowing that I am going to be wearing something tight tonight makes me feel as though an hour work-out is going to give me my pre-baby body back but I know it's just a ploy to make myself feel better. 

While rummaging through my closet I was able to find a tight body-con midi dress that I wore once and apparently still fits - however, when I say this dress is tight - it is tight. The last time I had worn this dress was right when I was just about 3 months pregnant with Aria and I had more than enough room in this dress to hide my little bump, but now, I am fuller in places I wasn’t before. For starters, my breast feel as though they are up to my chin at the moment and my ass has probably doubled in size since I last wore this dress, but this dress seems to be the best and if not only option I have that can be worn tonight because Molly made it very clear that I was not to dress for comfort tonight. 

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“Alena, holy fuck you look hot.” I have just arrived at Molly’s apartment where our other two friends are as well. Molly is dressed in a cute spaghetti strap mini dress and has paired it with sparkly pumps, my feet just hurt looking at the height of them. 

“You don’t have to exaggerate Mol, I’m still coming out with you.” a chuckle escapes my lips as I make my way into Molly's apartment. I know her reaction was genuine but I also am not privy to the fact that she’s trying to boost my confidence a bit as well. 

“Oh I know you’re still coming out - I would actually drag you out of your house if you tried pulling a fast one on me!” Mol’s slightly intoxicated but her genuine personality and sassy attitude is still peaking through which I absolutely adore her. 

My other two friends Vanessa and Maria are just right around the corner making some cocktails as I make my way further through Molly’s apartment. It’s a beautiful apartment, two beds, two baths with a spacious open floor plan and a beautiful view of the city skyline. Her apartment is decorated mostly with whites and grays with a hint of pink throughout used as her accent color which matches with her personality graciously, she's one of the girliest of girls there is. 

-

The four of us mingle for about another hour as we get a few cocktails in and catch up on life before the actual night begins. Throughout the last hour, the biggest thing I have realized is that all of our lives are so different but the biggest difference between my friends is that I am a parent and they are not. Where they worry about whether or not they will be able to get up in the morning because they stayed out all night and drank - I have to worry about whether or not my daughter has everything prepared for school the next day on top of getting myself ready for work. By no means is this a complaint, but it does make me wonder what my life would be like if I was just out on my own? What if I too didn’t have another human to be responsible for? 

-

The night was definitely still young - but the night life was out. We’ve been waiting in life to get into the first club and we’re just now getting close to the front. The night was warm but definitely had a beautiful breeze which made the wait outside to get in not so bad. My three friends and I are slightly tipsy from the few shots that we had back at Molly’s place and right as we got dropped off by the Uber we shared a blunt - you could say I was high on life right now and just riding the wave. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket and it was a text from Harry. He sent me a snapshot of Aria sleeping in her bed at his house in Anne’s arms. I replied back with a little red heart and slipped my phone back in my purse. I promised myself that tonight I was not worrying about anyone else but myself - it’s time for me to be a bit selfish for once. 

“ Hey there pretty lady, can I see your ID please?” 

I pull my I.D. to show to the bouncer and he gives me a quick nod informing me that I was able to go in. He was a tall man with a broad build and dark features, he was pretty sexy if I do say so myself. He was filled with tattoos from the neck down it seems like which is such a turn on. I hope I get to see him later on tonight. 

“ Okay ladies, let the night begin!” We interlock hands and make our way into the nightlife - I feel like a teenager all over again, just me and my girls and no worries in the world, no responsibilities, no care! 

The night club is gorgeous, it definitely one of the more popular clubs in our area, and what is even better is that all the people here seem to be around our age or even slightly a bit older, many eligible bachelors seem to be out on the town as well. 

“Let’s grab drinks!” I yell out at my friends as the music is beyond loud and has the club thumping. 

We make our way over to the bar and we spot an opening close toward the end of the bar, where it seems to be empty. We make our way over there and take a seat, waving over to the bartender signaling that we would like to order. 

She’s a petite girl, with gorgeous blue eyes and short blonde hair that hits just at her shoulders. 

“What can I get you to drink, babes?” 

“Can my friends and I get a round of tequila shots please?” she flashes me a quick smile and a nod, a minute or two later she brings the shots over to us but mentions that they were paid for. Before I can even ask who, I spot the bouncer from the door staring in my direction. 

“Ouu, looks like someone is interested in you, Lena.” 

“He probably does that to a lot of girls, I’ll thank him later.” I wanted to play it cool but the simple gesture has me melting inside a bit. 

-

The night was absolute perfection, the music was perfect and our bodies were moving - I truly haven’t had this much fun in such a long time. My feet were starting to hurt but I was not stopping anytime soon - my friends and I were truly enjoying ourselves. Molly has run off to the corner of the club with some guy that came up to her to dance - he’s a nice looking guy, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. From what I could gather, his name’s Alex and he’s in finance. He seems enough from what I can tell but I wasn’t going to become too invested in learning too much about him, because from what I can tell - this will be a quick hook-up and probably won’t proceed for much more after the night. 

Vanessa, Maria and I make our way over to the bar again for another round of drinks when I feel a hand grip my shoulder. 

“ I wanted to formally introduce myself - my name’s Tommy.” the same bouncer who asked for my I.D. as well as the one who paid for our first round of drinks came up to introduce himself. His smile was cheeky but inviting, seeing him up close again definitely has my stomach in a knot. 

“And I wanted to formally thank you for the drinks, I’m Alena.” I put my hand out for him to shake it, and his grip is stronger than I could have ever imagined. 

“ A pretty name for a pretty girl - would you like to take a seat? I have about a 30 minute break before I have to get back to my shift.” 

“I think I could spare 30 minutes of my time.” I look over to my friends and they are both giving me a nod of approval, I can not wait to tell Molly about this later. 

Tommy leads me away from the bar, to a more secluded and a bit quieter section of the club. The seats back here seem to be more for dining, but the atmosphere and aesthetic isn't much different than the main area. It looks like he had some food pre-ordered and delivered to the table back here. The table has a single lit candle on it with two drinks, an cheese burger cut in a half with a side of fries, and a side order of onion rings. 

“Do you bring all of your muses back here?” I take a seat at the booth and Tommy sits across from me. He’s even more handsome under this light. 

“No, just the pretty one that caught my eyes tonight.” His smile makes him even more likable. 

“Oh, is that so? When will she be joining us?” a chuckle escaped his lips as he was taking a sip of his drink. 

“ A girl with a sense of humor, I like it.” 

I was feeling a bit proud of myself - I don’t normally get this social with a guy after just meeting him, but I think the alcohol is still lingering in my body and I am feeling good tonight. I feel confident, sexy and empowered and no one can take that away from me. The conversations are light, mostly just fun-facts about ourselves and how we occupy our time when we aren’t here on a random Saturday night. I find out that he works as a fire-fighter and works here to fill his time and his weekends and he gets a more steady schedule. From what I can gather from our 30-minute conversation, and quick dinner, he seems like a genuine guy that I would be intrigued in getting to know, however, I am still going to be very cautious in getting to know him. We have similar interests in music and movies and we both seem to be more introverted than anything, even though he works at a nightclub. 

“Unfortunately, my break time is now just over and I have to move upstairs to the lounge for the second half of my shift, but I’d like to take you out on a proper date sometime if that's okay?” The thought of going out on a proper date makes my heart skip a beat, but he can’t know that just yet. 

“Yeah, I’d like that, Tommy.” I ask for his phone and place my number in it, and save it as “Alena” as that is my name, but it’s up to him if he would like to change it to something else later on. 

As Tommy walks me back into the main area of the club before he goes off to the second part of his shift, he looks down and leaves a kiss on my lips. It wasn’t the most romantic kiss I've ever had but it definitely left a mark. 

“I’ll see you later, pretty girl.” 

- 

When walking back into the main area of the club, I was not expecting to see who I was currently staring at. There he was, 6 foot tall stature, curly brown hair and emerald green eyes - they looked sad. However, I couldn’t focus on that because if he was here, then where is our daughter? 

“Harry, where the hell is Aria?”

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TAKE-O-VER — CHAPTER FIVE: CHANGE

Word Count: 2k+ Warnings (in general): Voyeurism. Stalking. Kidnap. Human rights violations out the ass, really. Author's Note: Um... hi and thank you for being so incredibly patient and kind for the almost two years that it has taken me between chapters of this. I really appreciate the nice words people have left me about this, the promise that they're not being pressure-y. I had a lot happen and this was one of the stories I set to the side because it felt like it took too much mental energy from me to continue it while I was not in a good place. I'm much better now (at least I think I am) and I don't know... I just started writing a scene out yesterday and I was like, 'Wait, this can't go in Frizzy or Flash.... oh shit, this is Gen's story." So... surprise! And thanks again for reading!

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Is this it?

She can’t help thinking that every time she looks at her phone, at the blank screen and the barely answered texts.

Is this why he didn’t want to come here? Why he insisted that he stay? Is he leaving her? Is it done?

All their years set aside so that he can… what? Go back to the FBI? Run off with a new lover? Give her everything of Gen’s? Touch some new girl with a perfectly waxed pussy the way he touched her at the beginning of it all? Even there near what she’s denying herself is the end, he never changed. He’s only changed now. He’s different now. 

She even had a friend drop by the gallery, put eyes on the man she hasn’t been able to pin down, only to find out that it was closed. Gen was asked if she wanted her to go further, go to the house, but the answer was a clear no. She’d give him this façade, this act. She’d take the small moments of attention, analyze them. She’d try to find him in the pieces and, then, when she goes home, she’ll confront him on all the parts that have been missing.

It’s been not even—or maybe just—two weeks now. Lonely in a big city. A big room, a big bed. A different kind of sadness than she ever thought she’d experience.

A dull ache in the pit of her stomach that could only be touched and soothed by a man so far away. 

On the morning she left, she thought it would just be distance.

Fifty-five hundred miles away likes her heart, in a place the art isn’t suffering but he certainly is. Lonely, cold and then hot with nothing but a lamp to cut through the dark and new knots in his back from the concrete he calls bed.

The other man, the mirror man—Dave—comes and goes. He brings food, asks questions—washes out the bucket Marcus calls a bathroom. Not that he has much going through his body right now, stress and lack of water drying him out. He did try to fight a few days in, got knocked back on his ass as quick as he could get up and stayed there as the other man broke a rib with a hard kick, told him he was lucky he didn’t do more.

Dave told Marcus that if he played nice, was a good boy, that this would all be over soon and he’d be back when Genevieve is. So long as he promises to never speak of this again.

He’s trying ways to get messages to her, wonders if she’s already figured it out. Dave won’t answer any question Marcus asks back so Marcus has taken to lying. If the other man has copped on, he hasn’t made a show of it. All he says is that she’s good.

She doesn’t suspect a thing.

But Marcus heard Dave address her as Genevieve on the phone and hoped she picked it up, too. Because Marcus hasn’t used her whole name since the day he said his vows.

Marcus also noticed that Dave calls her baby a lot and he does too but she’s not the biggest fan of it. She prefers honey or sweetheart or gorgeous. She prefers things that don’t make her feel small unless she wants to feel that. And she communicates what she wants but this man doesn’t know how to hear it.

The door slides open, footsteps fall, and he appears again with more food, some baby wipes and a change of clothes like that makes up for not having a shower in days.

“Are you any closer to the end of this so called plan?” Marcus asks. “Pretty sure I’m getting fucking bed sores down here.”

“I’ll be sure to bring you some ointment tomorrow,” the other man breathes out. “To answer your question, though, I don’t know. I can’t seem to pinpoint the motherfucker who’s supposed to be tracking me so, as long as that persists, so will you.”

“And this”—Marcus gestures vaguely to the air—“motherfucker who is tracking you… would he hurt my wife? To get to you, I mean.”

Dave shakes his head, his hair having grown out slightly, his beard cut in patches to do its best Marcus impression. “Robert wouldn’t hurt an innocent person, especially not somebody else’s wife. Especially not to get to me.”

“And I’m supposed to just trust you on that?”

“You don’t really have any other choice,” Dave says, the words coming out low and dangerous. “Robert would never hurt her to get to me because I don’t care about anybody but myself in this, she would just be an innocent person caught in the crossfire.”

“Would you hurt her?” Marcus asks, trying to breathe through the nerves as he awaits the answer he doesn’t know if he really wants. 

Dave stares at him, blinks a few times and finally says, “no. I don’t want to hurt anymore innocent people either.” 

“And what am I?”

He purses his lips and shrugs. “A tool.” 

A tool with a broken rib and clothes hanging off of his body from the weight he’s let go of already. He wants to know more, about how she is. Dave wants to tell him but he knows that would just give him a purpose to actually try and fight next time he gets the chance.

As Dave leaves, Marcus asks how the cat is and Dave laughs.

“Little orange fucker hisses at me every time he sees me but, don’t worry, I won’t hurt him. I’ve done a lot of fucked up shit but I’d never do that.”

“So you’d kill a woman and not a cat? Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Marcus asks.

“I've already told you,” Dave says and it’s the most real he’s sounded this whole time. “I'm tired of hurting people, I never meant to hurt ones that didn’t deserve it in the first place. War criminals, crooked politicians… whoever I was sent after, there was a reason for it. I just need to figure out a plan.”

Two weeks in and still figuring it out.

Three if you count the week of surveillance done on the man and his still blushing bride. 

Dave hasn’t told him any of the contents of her messages, how she’s seeming more and more worried with every new text that comes through and he doesn’t know how to… placate her. So he says nothing. Tacks on that he’s busy but never elaborates. He’s right, she’s fucking smart. But she also thinks that she’s done something wrong and maybe it’s not fair but he lets her believe that. Lets her get drunk and ramble at him through unanswered text messages that he’ll only share when he’s no longer around to have to look the other man in the eye. 

He’s started developing a conscience over this girl and her desperation to speak to the person she left when she got on that plane. He wonders if his own wife ever gets like this or if she’s tired from raising the two kids he’s left her with time and time again.

The conscience isn’t strong enough to not palm himself when those pictures come through. Little teases to entice him into response—dirty pictures of her tits and ass and body, sometimes covered and sometimes not. There are videos of just her face where she’s clearly touching herself and then there is the pornographic soundbites she sends while saying his name like some desperate little prayer. 

He wants to leave. He wants to unlock the man and move forward. This was never supposed to be more than a two week job. He was supposed to find Robert, get to the next step and be on his way. But his contacts are blown, his connections are gone. Everybody he reaches out to doesn’t get back to him, like he’s contagious and they can’t risk the exposure. Nobody new is coming up from the woodwork either.

So he stays in this house, pacing the open spaces of the house and the gallery, thinking and thinking and trying desperately not to think about the woman in the phone or the man in the cage. 

Or the wife he left on the other side of the country with preparation on how to live in his death. Real or fake.

Hours pass by each day, food and wine and paint spilled on the drop cloth and her overalls. She’s messy, giggly—broken hearted and showing it even if she feels like she doesn’t have a right to either. Gen tries to logic it all away, tell herself it’s fine. But every day, every unanswered text message, has the anti anxiety medication she pops like candy fighting a losing fucking battle.

“You look like shit,” the buyer says. “Did you phone fuck that beautiful man or did you ignore my advice?”

“I bought a vibrator on your credit card,” Gen responds, the rim of her glass tipping back through her wine stained lips yet again, “check your statements.”

“What did he do?” She asks, arms crossed. “You came here loving him, on top of the world. Why do you make these faces now? I haven’t seen you like this since the football player from Prague.”

“It wasn’t the football player from Prague, it was the guitarist from Lisbon.”

“Musicians,” the older woman tsks, “so moody, so hurtful. I know sweet Marcus isn’t hurting you like that man did.”

It’s not Marcus. At least, it doesn’t feel like him. She says as much through another drink from the wine glass. “I think this is just the longest I’ve been away from him since I met him, it’s daunting. I have no doubts about who I am without him, I’d just rather not be without him. Does that make sense?”

“That was me and my poor Ruben. May his soul rest in peace. I’ve not been able to take another lover since his passing, I live vicariously through you now.”

“We've been trying for a family,” Gen says. “More bad news came through not long before I left and he was so…” She trails off, hands reaching out as if she can pluck the words from the air. “…tender with me and gentle in the weeks leading up to me leaving. I’m trying to tell myself that maybe he’s pulling away to deal with his own feelings about it and I don’t doubt that he’s busy. We’re not young anymore either, we’re not midnight lovers who stay up until the sun kisses us goodnight. We’re old now, he needs sleep. I understand, I just…”

“Wish that you didn’t have to?” The buyer asks. “Understanding is not the same thing as acceptance, whatever feelings that is bringing up are what matters. You’re channeling it in a healthy way,” she says, laughing as Gen holds up the wine glass and gestures to two empty bottles. “This is France, two bottles for lunch is child’s play—amateur hour. Besides, I gave you the weak shit today—“

“I asked for it.”

“Let me act as though I’m helping, darling, please,” she insists. “Feel what you feel, act on it and speak on it. You can say you understand but that’s not the same thing as being okay with it. It can make sense and still fucking hurt,” she says, hands balled into fists and pressed into the middle of her chest. “I have never seen a man love anybody the way he loves you, a family or lack thereof, isn’t going to change that. He’s probably gone without a shower and eating the same thing every day.” 

But that’s what she’s afraid of. The withdrawal from her, the impulsive haircut, the not wanting to video chat. No response to the sexual messages at all. It’s like she got on a plane and the worst of his depression decided to rear its ugly head when she wasn’t there to help him fight it. It’s hard to pull him out of those episodes but it’s easier when she’s there and she can catch it. 

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the french exit | chapter 02

kylian mbappé x original female character [+18]

synopsis: alice is a lonely rich girl whose biggest fear is to become a lonely rich woman. ever since they moved to paris, her fiancé doesn’t seem to be interested in her anymore. so alice decides to find comfort in the arms of another man. warnings: cheating; angst; smut; i have never been to france; minors dni.

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Chapter 02 | Old Money

“My mother's glamour lives on and on

Yet still inside, I felt alone

For reasons unknown to me”

“You smoke?”

They’re in Kylian’s bed, after sex, and Alice opens her purse looking for her phone. Discretely peeking its content, Kylian notices a pack of cigars.

“Only when I can’t help it.” Alice chuckles. Groaning, she throws the phone back on her bag, after noticing the time. She’ll be late to dinner. She suddenly gets up, quickly gathering her clothes and trying to fix herself. Alice takes another look at the naked man lying in bed. He smirks and she almost forgets she has to leave.

After their first time together, Alice tried to be good and behave. She tried to pay for her sins by being a good bride. Her afternoons were filled with long conversations with her mother and friends; about flowers, cakes and gifts. She was understanding when David said he wasn't interested in making any of these decisions.

“As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” It 's what he said.

She got busy with work and occupied her mind with upcoming fashion shows and photoshoots. But by the end of the week she still felt incredibly lonely and unsatisfied with her life. David was spending the weekend in Nice, for work, of course. So she did what a good bride would do and invited her friends for dinner. Somehow, along the way of trying so hard to be good, she lost herself. She found herself once again in Kylian’s arms, in his bed, with his lips between her tights.

“Come here. Give me a goodbye kiss.” His voice was rough, he was almost asleep but still managed to look lewd. Alice was scared of kissing him again and never making out the door. Instead, she blew him a kiss and waved goodbye. Kylian turned to his side and went to sleep.

The restaurant was quite popular in Alice’s social group. The young chef leading the kitchen is in the middle of his 20’s and already has a Michelin star – so she has been dying to eat here ever since arriving in Paris. The place was modern, elegant and served ‘reinvented’ French cuisine. It was interesting and tasteful enough to keep the guests entertained with the ambience alone. The food tastes heavenly, with complex flavors and a beautiful presentation; there’s nothing else in Alice’s mind after the first bite.

“This place is amazing, right?” Clara asks. She’s one of the friends Alice made in Paris; she works in a fashion maison and they both have around the same age and appearance. She’s practically Alice’s French doppelganger. 

“I feel like I’m in heaven.” Alice answers, agreeing. After they’re served the wine, the girls cheer in celebration of their friendship and gracefully take a sip of the Cabernet Sauvignon.

“I’m coordinating the marketing campaign for Dior and it’s been hectic as hell.” Lili, the other woman at the table, said. The trio were already having dessert by the time they brought up their work.

“Ugh, don't even get me started. I'm so swamped with work right now.” Clara brings her finger to her nose bridge, making a worried expression.

Dinner went smoothly like that. No conversations about decaying engagement or illicit affairs. After kissing their cheeks goodbye and calling an Uber, Alice was back in Kylian’s apartment building, considering whether she should go up or walk back. It was late at night and she never stayed after sex. But the other option was going back to her empty home. It didn’t take long for her to decide, while checking her phone for the time she got a new notification pop up.

k.mbappe  that’s a great restaurant good choice

He was once again referring to her most recent post. It was her and girlfriends – secretly, still in his bed, Kylian was relieved to see she left him like that to be with her friends, and not her fiancé.

alicemwebber if i told you i was outside your building right now what would you say?

k.mbappe  i would say baby, come back to bed

She followed his order, undressing for him once again that night. With the excuse of being cold, they cuddled under the covers. Limbs entangled, his arms around her, her legs around him. In the morning, Alice woke up with soft kisses all over her face.

“You smell so good.” Kylian’s morning voice gave her goosebumps.

“I smell like you.” Alice answered giggling. She opened her eyes to see him staring at her, admiring her. She blushed. He was lying on top of her, kissing her neck. She could feel he was hard, with only a silk bed sheet separating their naked bodies.

“I want to fuck you on the living room.” He lowered the sheet, kissing her breasts. “And the kitchen.” Another kiss. “And on top of the pool table.”

“Pick one.” Alice raised her index finger and Kylian playfully bit it. He carried her to the other side of the apartment, where what was supposed to be the game room was. There was only a pool table, though. And the two of them, completely nude, lying against it. Kylian manhandled her, placing her standing facing the table and putting both of her hands on top of it. Then, with his hand on her back, he guided her to half lay down. With his feet, he separated her legs and placed himself behind her. 

“Spit.” Kylian showed her his hand and she obeyed, happily. He used the hand to rub her clit, surprising himself when he noticed how wet she was already. “You’re dripping, baby. Why didn’t you say so?” He pushed himself inside of her. “I would have been fucking you already. I would have carried you here with my cock inside of you.”

Alice moaned, almost screaming. He felt way too good and knew exactly what to say to leave her a mumbling mess. They were both still half asleep, carelessly pushing their bodies into the other, chasing their own pleasures. It didn't take long for them to reach their climax. After coming down from the high, Kylian turned her to face him.

“I have practice, so I need to go.” He gave her a soft peck on the lips. “But you can stay for as long as you like.” 

They had breakfast together and she only went home on Sunday night. Back to David. She spent another week Facetiming her wedding planners in Greece. Another week of shopping at the Golden Triangle and dining at Le Marais. On Wednesday Alice had a business lunch at La Terrasse Montaigne; she was accompanied by her friend Clara, her boss Margot, and their very important client Mr Lavigne.

“So you’re Caroline Fischer daughter?” Mr Lavigne owned a few famous fashion houses in Europe. His family has been in the fashion industry for generations, even though they never met, Alice knew exactly who he was. There was an immediate understanding between the two of them – unlike Clara and Margot, they had an inherited right to sit at that table.

“Yes, I am. She’ll be so excited to hear I’m working with you.” Alice’s connections are what got her the job in the first place and it’s why she’s earned a place at the meeting. Margot needed Mr Lavigne to feel comfortable.

“I was actually at a Morgan-Webber Foundation charity dinner a few years ago, your entire family– they’re lovely people! So inspiring to see what they’re doing for those poor American children.”

“Yes, I know! I only started going to those quite recently. I was painfully shy as a kid.”

“I’m glad you lost that habit.”

They smiled and Alice noticed Margot subtly nodding at her, in approvement. They drank Champagne and by the time the work subject came up, Mr Lavigne was too distracted to be upset about any of Margot’s requests. Her boss was pleasantly surprised, those conversations were never that easy. She kept a mental note on the importance of having a beautiful American young woman by her side at times of need.

At home, Alice had a surprise: her fiancé was home early. He was sitting on the couch watching the PSG game on TV, beer in his hand, still wearing his suit – his tie was lost somewhere on the living room floor.

“Well, hello handsome.” Alice smiled brightly, throwing herself at his arms. “Bad day at the office?”

David nodded, groaning. He took another sip of his beer, then pointed to the TV.

“I thought about relaxing watching the game, and now they’re losing.”

“Not your lucky day, I guess.” Alice giggles and David can’t help smiling at her, finally finding time to admire her beauty.

“You’re so pretty, love. You should be a model.” He says, kissing her. Alice laughs, raising her eyebrows.

“You think so?” She asks, teasingly.

“I’m calling Vogue right now.”

“Oh look what I got.” Alice shows him what it looks like an invitation. In white and gold, an expensive paper envelope. “Do you know Mr Lavigne?”

“If I know him? I’ve been trying to work with him for months!” David sits up, grabbing the envelope from her hand.

“Well, I met him today. We’re promoting one of his brands in the magazine. He invited me to his Foundation charity event. What do you think?”

“This is incredible. What an opportunity! Baby. You’re the best.”

David is smiling brightly and doesn’t seem to notice Alice's hesitation as they continue to kiss. He never calls her ‘baby’. He always called her ‘love’. She tries to push Kylian off her mind. At that moment she decides she’s not going to see the football player again. Alice never liked gambling and she especially didn’t like the odds of this situation. There’s no way for her to win if she continues on that path.

"Let 's make love.” David is gentle with her. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She says, almost in a prayer. “So much.”

***

“You should get a pet.” Her mother says over the phone. “A cat! So French!” That’s her answer to Alice’s complaint about feeling lonely. “You’re in one of the busiest cities on the planet, Alice. I’m sure you can find something to keep you entertained.”

Alice decided to allow herself to spend one day as a proper American tourist. She visited the Louvre – a place she hadn't been to since she was a child, with her mother dragging her, trying at all costs to turn her into a cultured woman. In some ways Caroline succeeded. Alice spoke three different languages and could carry out a conversation about any topic one could throw at her. She was smart, funny, and obviously beautiful. But she wasn’t creative. And staring at all the incredible art at the museum she realized that she could never forgive her mother for that. Caroline kept the creativity genes to herself. She never taught Alice how to think for herself. How to express herself. And now the girl couldn’t even talk to her own future husband.

***

David was sitting in his home office, eyebrows furrowed, paying close attention to his laptop. It was supposed to be his day off, so they agreed on having dinner and watching a movie together.

“David…” Alice sounded like a lost kitten.

“What?” Her fiancé didn’t look up, eyes locked on his work.

“I love you.”

“Not now, Alice. I'm busy.”

That's all the answer she needed to send Kylian a nude photo of her, one she took thinking about him, a few nights before. It was taken after she saw pictures of him with another woman, they were all over social media. She was trying to prove a point, but ended up giving up. It was sitting in her gallery just waiting for the perfect moment.

k.mbappe  fuck me

alicemwebber i will

k.mbappe  now come over now lie to him and come fuck me

She obeyed him once again. It wasn’t too hard to come up with a lie, David would be relieved no matter what; no longer having the obligation to spend the night home. Something about Clara needing her and he was almost out of the door before Alice. But he kept his dignity and waited for his bride to leave first, following suit to pursue his own happiness in the bright Parisian night.

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KINDRED SPIRITS - PART 10

summary: alexandria, the kindgom and the hilltop launch their calculated attack on the sanctuary. tensions rise when daryl wants you to stay home from the battle, but you refuse and he eventually caves. secrets still loom as you and daryl team up to lead the horde of walkers to the sanctuary

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After the fight with the Saviors, Maggie, Rick and Ezekiel had gathered together with their communities, vowing to fight the Saviors until freedom was achieved for every person standing. The win from the days previous, as the Saviors and Scavengers fleed Alexandria, had given everyone the injection of hope and vigor that they had needed all along, now seeing how strong they all were together; what they could achieve. Everyone's spirits and motivation were high, as plans had started to be made, setting their eyes on the biggest prize of all; taking the Saviors for good this time, indefinitely,

You had rested up for a few days under Daryl's orders and his comfortable watch, not letting you out of his sight as he voted to ditch some of the teams going on runs, letting them handle it to take care of you. You had told him you were fine, it wasn't like you had experienced any fatal injuries, bruises more so here and there, especially the ones that covered your neck from the chokehold Negan held you in harshly during the battle, before you had managed to get away. It wasn't the physical scars Daryl was entirely worried about. He had noticed your nightmares, which seemed to be continuing as he would comfort you every night, as much as you apologized for waking him up with your screams and pleas. He was worried for your mind, which seemed to wander, how you would flinch at his hand meeting your shoulder, though you did it involuntarily, his heart would still twinge slightly at it. He did every task, even if it was within arm's reach, making you food, turning the TV on, everything. And while you were thankful for his acts of service, as caring as they were, especially in the first day or two, now you were just sick of being coddled after days of it,

You expressed a yawn as you turned in the bed, seeing no figure there lying beside you, as you rubbed your eyes, sitting up to see Daryl pulling his clothes on quietly. "And where are you going?" you asked teasingly as he turned to see you awake, smirking at you. "Gotta help them hit some of the lookout spots," he replied kindly but it came out as more of a murmur, as you pulled the covers back, getting out of the bed. "Well I'm coming too," you stated with a smile, almost as if it was obvious, and it was. Daryl knew you'd want to come which is why he had tried to sneak out. "Nah you ain't. Yer stayin' here with Rosita and Michonne," he argued, as he grabbed his crossbow. You scoffed as you started pulling jeans and a shirt on defiantly. "Daryl, Rosita got a bullet to her shoulder, Michonne was brutally attacked and suffered a broken rib. I am fine. I'm unharmed and I'm coming with you," you reasoned, being just as stubborn as he was,

He grumbled an aggravated sigh at you as he watched you pull your boots on, zipping them up with a headstrong smirk. "You hear what I just said? Yer stayin' here. I need you safe, and safe is here," he growled out gruffly as you rolled your eyes at his determination to keep you here. You grabbed your gun from your bedside locker, fastening your belt with your knife sheath, around your waist as you shook your head frustrated. "Daryl I have been holed up here for days, and I appreciate your help the last few days. You know I do. But right now, they need every able-bodied person out there helping, doing something. And I am able-bodied. So I'm coming with you. You can't stop me," you blurted out angrily as you watched him relax slightly, backing down,

He shook his head at you, before finally staring at you as you gazed up at him. "Fine," he grumbled out, though his usual aggression wasn't there, not for you. You smiled at him gratefully, happy that he wasn't annoyed at you. How could he be? You were right. He knew he had cared for you to an extreme in the days you had been home, and he knew you appreciated it. But he couldn't keep you here forever. And he'd rather you come with him, than stay here angry at him. He couldn't handle you being angry with him. "Thank you," you smiled as you stood on your tip-toes, placing a slow kiss on his lips as he reciprocated, entangling his arms around you. After a few moments of bliss, he pulled away as you smiled,

"Knew you were soft for me, Daryl Dixon," you joked with a mischievious smile as he let out a 'pfft,' pushing your face away with his big hand as you giggled, his shove not being forceful in the slightest. "Shut up," he muttered, trying to hide his smile and the blush that crept onto his cheeks. He knew that too, that he had a soft spot for you, he was sure everyone knew that by now, though none of them mentioned it for fear they'd get an arrow through the eye for pointing it out. He was being vulnerable with someone for once, and he wasn't sure how to navigate it. Everything he had once known had melted away. And it frightened him, but he still let it. After years, he let you in, unable to keep his front up anymore when it came to you. He questioned what his feelings were. The worry he felt for you when you were missing, the anger that had boiled within him as he watched Negan hold you close, the relief that washed over him once he had you in his arms after so long,

He hadn't felt this way about anyone before. Sure, he'd protect every member of his group with his own life if he needed to. He'd lay himself on the line and let everyone walk over him to keep them safe. But when it came to you, it was more than that, he knew that. He would do anything for you. He wasn't sure how to label his feelings or whatever there was between you. The moments of affection you shared, they meant everything to him, even though he hadn't said any of this out loud. To you or to anyone. He didn't know where to start. He didn't know if you wanted something casual, a fling, a relationship; hell, he didn't even know what he wanted. All he was sure of, was that he wanted you to be happy, not to feel pressured into labelling anything too soon, though he was dying to know what you felt, what you thought. So he said nothing,

You both walked out, getting ready to head out. You, Morgan, Carol, Tara, and Daryl had been tasked with taking out the lookout posts of the Saviors and to direct a giant horde of walkers towards the Sanctuary. Rick decided to assist and join in taking down some of the lookout spots. Meanwhile, the remaining Alexandrians, the Kingdom and the Hilltop launched a direct assault on the Sanctuary as a distraction, until the walkers got there. Maggie prepared their people, as they welded sheets of steel and metal to the sides of the vehicles they'd be driving towards the Sanctuary when the time was right. Carol and Tara would track a herd of walkers, going to the highway to wait for yous, while you, Morgan, Rick and Daryl took out the lookout posts. You watched Daryl get on his bike, as you moved to get on. "Nah," he said with a bit of urgency there, as you eyed him confused, pulling your hands away. His gaze softened as he realized how rushed his tone had sounded. "I mean. I need you to go with Morgan, help him take out the other lookout post. He's been actin' a bit weird lately, need ya to keep an eye on him," he explained gently as you stared at him for a moment, still unsure before you nodded,

"Okay," you smiled lightly, "if that's where you need me to be, then that's where I'll be." You still were a bit suspicious of his tone, but you were still grateful he was even letting down his protectiveness over you to let you come in the first place, so you chose not to argue with him as you turned around to see Morgan, looking stoic. You turned back to Daryl as he revved the engine of his motorbike. You reached forward to hug him tightly, as he wrapped his arms around your waist, breathing in your scent as he hummed in content. "Be careful," you warned him, moving a bit of his dark hair out of his face as he nodded. "You too. I'll meet you at the highway," he whispered to you, looking around to lean up to place a kiss on your cheek. You smiled, you knew he wasn't totally keen on PDA,

You walked over to get in the car with Morgan as he drove to the lookout spot. You took them out with expert skill, shooting them before they'd even realized you were there as Morgan wielded his stick, driving it into the skulls of the remaining soldiers. You both exchanged a nod and a smile as you got in the car, heading straight for the highway as Daryl arrived at his lookout spot, taking out the men without warning, before he headed towards the Sanctuary. Once he arrived at the back of the perimeter, he looked to see a soldier standing there. He took his aim, firing the arrow towards the car next to the soldier on lookout; Dwight. This had been the real reason he didn't want you to come. Daryl hadn't yet found the right time to tell you that Dwight had joined your side and he wasn't quite sure how you'd take it. Realistically, he wanted you to come with him, to keep a watchful eye over you, to protect you, even though he knew you could protect yourself,

Dwight spotted the arrow, looking around to make sure he wasn't being watched, before he took the piece of paper rolled around the arrow, unravelling it to see the word 'Tomorrow' emboldened on the page. He turned to where it had been shot from to see Daryl, ducked behind a vehicle as he sent him a nod in confirmation, knowing the groups meant to attack the next day. Dwight used the crossbow to shoot it back, Daryl nodding back firmly as he took the arrow, climbing back on his bike to make his way towards the highway. You and Morgan had drove, parking up beside Carol and Tara. "Any sign?" you asked Tara, as she looked down at her watch before she shook her head, knowing you weren't talking about the herd, but Daryl. You sighed loudly before you heard an engine, looking up to see Daryl driving towards you as he parked his motorcycle, walking towards you now, relief washing over both of you,

"What took you so long?" you asked, as you hugged him for a moment. "Got held up," he lied gruffly, but you didn't question him anymore than that, focused on waiting for the horde of walkers to come. The clock striked the time Tara and Carol had predicted as you exchanged a worried glance with Carol when you saw no sign. Suddenly, Daryl saw them in the distance. "Hey," he said patting your shoulder gently, "look!" You noticed his touch as he directed your gaze to the walkers coming towards you in the distance. You sighed in relief as you couldn't help but smile slightly. This plan was actually going to work. "Okay, close enough," Tara scoffed as you laughed at her calculation being a minute off. "Ready?" Carol asked as she looked at Morgan,

"Ready," he said firmly as they shared a smile as they began running towards the next station spot they had mapped out just up the road. You jogged over, getting on the bike behind Daryl as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "You okay?" he craned his neck to ask gently, as you nodded, indicating you were ready for him to drive. You followed Tara, Carol and Morgan a few paces away, sticking beside them as Daryl drove at their pace, before Carol hit a button on the remote she held, as you all heard a boom. You turned around to see the car on the highway successfully lit on fire, as the walkers followed it, leading them the way that you needed them to go. Once you were at the next spot, you got off the bike, helping Morgan to tie the tripwire. You worked on using a knot that Daryl had taught you at the beginning of it all, to tie it successfully to a hook on the wall of a building as Morgan pulled it, making it taught as he got to work on fastening the other end to the wingmirror of one of the vehicles,

You and Morgan shared a trusty handshake as you walked up the stairs, joining the others at the top of the bridge that stood above the tripwire you and Morgan had just installed. You looked out to see the walkers in the distance, coming in your direction just like you wanted them to. Just ahead, you spotted a walker wavering dangerously close to the trap as Tara seemed to notice it at the same time. "Shit. Could that set it off?" she asked with a panic, as Morgan already began descending the stairs rapidly. "I got it," he announced as he ran towards the walker, piercing his stick through it's skull swiftly, just before it hit the tripwire. Morgan looked out to see the Saviors' vehicles approaching as he moved nimbly, hiding behind a dumpster just in time. You and the others stood watching from the bridge that was out of the Saviors' eyesight, watching as they hit the tripwire,

The explosion sounded and fire engulfed the cars and motorcycles, successfully burning the Saviors within to a crisp. You looked at Daryl as he nodded; second phase of the plan was complete. You heard gunshots in the distance as you all got to your vehicles. Your eyes darted towards the Sanctuary. "It's started," Carol said, as you heard the battle begin at the facility in the distance. "It was always gon' be that way," Daryl responded as you nodded, all of you watching the walkers approaching now, right where you wanted them. "Pleasure doing business with you," Tara smiled with a mock salute as you mirroed her action, the two of you laughing. Tara and Morgan ambled into the car as Carol approached you and Daryl, holding him in a close hug before taking your hand softly, giving it a knowing squeeze,

"Be careful," she whispered to both of you shakily, her worry for yous evident in her voice. You squeezed her hand back, sending her a reassuring smile. "Shit, this is gonna be fun," Daryl humored as he watched the oncoming herd. "Hell yeah it is," you resounded with a laugh, both sharing a smirk as you climbed onto his bike, wrapping your arms trustly around his torso again, your thumb moving subconsciously to rub his hip as he blushed, Carol noticing as she smirked at him but he gave her a look that said 'be quiet.' She gave you both one final smile, before getting in the car with the others as you heard them drive away. "Ready?" he asked amusingly, as he turned to you. You flicked the gun in your hand, checking the barrel was full before clicking it back into place, lifting your hand to smile at him slyly. "Ready when you are," you replied as he smirked at your shared enthusiasm, both of you ready to kick those Saviors' asses,

You held on as he started the engine, driving his bike at a slow pace, the walkers right behind you now as they followed the noise of the motorbike. You got a few yards away, before you cocked the gun in your hand, aiming it straight at the metal container you had placed there earlier, shooting it expertly as it exploded in flames, the walkers being spurred on even more as Daryl continued to drive. "Nice shooting, who taught you how to do that?" he asked smugly as he kept his eyes on the road. "Carl," you replied arrogantly, as he turned to send you a glare as you laughed, knowing it was him who had taught you, though you and Carl did target practise together often now and you both led the training of the Hilltop citizens in weapon combat over the last few days, getting them as experienced as possible for the battle that was now upon you today,

You and Daryl continued to ride as you shot at the designated explosives along the way, expertly setting them off as Daryl smiled secretly at your skill, not caring to admit how proud he was. You shot the final one, taking the detour as you watched the walkers be led to the Sanctuary as you both drove away, heading towards the meetup spot where the others would be waiting

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MEANWHILE....

After waving off you, Morgan, Tara, Carol and Daryl, Rick got to work on his task, as he made his way in the vehicles, secured with the steel armor with the rest of his people, to the meetup spot where Maggie and Ezekiel's soldiers would be waiting in similar vehicles. Once they met there, they headed out towards the Sanctuary, parking the cars outside the front gate of the Sanctuary as they began to pile out, raising their guns towards the facility. With one firm swoop of Maggie's arm, the people began to shoot a few times before halting their shots. After a few moments, Rick heard a door creaking open, leaning out to see Negan strolling out onto the balcony along with a few of the Saviors, his right hand Simon, Dwight and Eugene,

"Sorry I'm late. I was in a meeting," he apologized mockingly as he swung Lucille over his shoulder. Rick stayed silent as everyone kept their guns fixated on Negan and his men. "See, I see no reason to participate in throwin' lead at each other, Rick. I care about my people. I won't send my people to die in the firing line to play "my dick is bigger than yours,"' he stated dramatically as he paused, shrugging his shoulders, "it is. But hell, I won't let my people die for that fact. Like you're about to." With his last sentence, Rick watched as Negan pointed Lucille right in his direction, through the sheets of metal tantalizingly. Rick ignored Negan asking him what he can do for him in a mocking fashion, instead pointing at the soldiers next to him. "Really hope you don't have Y/N in amongst those cars of yours. Be such a pity to watch my wife die. I just hate seeing pretty people die," he teased, as Rick's jaw clenched at his mention of you. "She's not yours. Not anymore," Rick warned, as Negan simply chuckled at his frustration, as he pointed his finger up at the soldiers next to Negan on the balcony,

"Dwight, Simon. You're Eugene, you're?" he yelled, clearly asking the woman her name. "Regina," she quipped as Rick nodded. "Regina. All of you here, all of you inside. You surrender and you can live. Can't guarantee it any time after now," he offered as Negan snickered at him. "What about me, Rick?" he asked in faux worry, placing his free hand to his chest, faking a wound. "I told you. Twice. You know what will happen," Rick seethed viciously as Negan licked his teeth slowly in a wide smirk. "You're right. I know what's about to happen. But you don't, Ricky boy. You really think you got the numbers for this fight?" he boomed loudly as he gestured to Simon, who brought Gregory out from the facility. Rick stayed silent as Maggie's jaw clenched at the sight of Gregory,

"What did you wanna say to Rick and his piss patrol, Gregory?" Negan asked coolly, as he draped an arm over Gregory's shoulders, who flinched involuntarily. "The Hilltop stands with Negan and the Saviors. Any resident who takes up arms against the Saviors will no longer be welcome in the colony," he shouted, trying to sound sure but his voice wavered. "And?" Negan whispered to him expectantly. "A-and their families will be thrown out to fend for themselves. Go home now. Or you won't have one to go back to," he threatens as Maggie scoffs, shaking her head as silence fell over both groups now. "You do what you need to do," Maggie whispered sincerely to the Hilltop citizens who stood next to her, but they didn't falter, giving her assured nods,

"All I have at Hilltop is a bunch of books and a lobster bib anyway," Jesus laughed as Maggie smiled brightly back at him. "You heard him. Go back to organizing wheat or whatever it is you guys do," Negan taunted. "Doesn't look like anyone's goin', does it?" Maggie yelled back menacingly, but amusement was evident in her voice at the fact that his threat hadn't worked. "Hilltop stands with-" Gregory started angrily, before Jesus interrupted him. "The Hilltop stands with Maggie," Jesus shouted as the other Hilltop citizens nodded in agreement. Simon suddenly moved from his spot to stand dangerously close to Gregory as he began to cower, stepping backwards as Simon walked forwards. "I invested a lot in you," Simon growled out as he pointed his finger at him, "and I am very disappointed." With his final words, Simon reached out his hands, shoving Gregory down the metal staircase that he was standing in front of, sending his body tumbling harshly down the steps,

Suddenly, an explosion was heard nearby as everyone's heads whipped around to see the explosion that you and Morgan had orchestrated. Rick smirked as Maggie nodded at him. "You lieutenants are going to have to decide now," Rick demanded as he stared at them through the gap in the sheets of metal from the cars. He watched Negan smirk, but knew underneath it all that he was struggling for options. "Maybe we can convene and take a time out," one of the other soldiers piped up, fear in his voice, as Negan turned to glare at him. "No. It's here and now," Rick refused, making his intentions clear, before he stepped to lean on his left leg, scoffing now. "You really gonna make me count?" Rick asked amused as Negan glared at him,

"Fine. 10...9....8," he counted slowly, emphasizing every number as he did so. "...7," he yelled and without warning, raised his gun shooting straight at where the soldiers stood, his group following his move, as they all raised their guns beginning to shoot out the windows of the Sanctuary, bullets raining down on the facility. With Rick's swift movement, the others managed to get inside as Negan was forced to practically dive down the staircase, ducking from the gunfire. The others began to pile into their cars, shooting as they retreated into their vehicles. People got into the RVs, driving them straight through the front gates, before parking them up as they jumped out, running back to the cars. Once Gabriel saw everyone got out safely, he turned to Rick and gave him a rapid nod as Rick wasted no time, hitting the button on the remote, as the two RV's exploded in flames, as they both ducked,

Through the smoke, Rick spotted Negan limping towards and hiding behind a piece of scrap metal from the debris. He saw red as he began shooting blindly, trying to catch him in the gunfire, seeing he was alone, defenseless. Gabriel's hand on his shoulder halted him as he turned around seeing Gabriel's panicked face. "We need to go Rick. This isn't about you, right?" he asked firmly as Rick listened, looking around at the walkers coming emmanantly closer towards them, grumbling a sigh but running towards the car, getting in as Gabriel got into his. Rick drove away, thinking Gabriel was right behind him, when in reality he had seen Gregory scared running to find somewhere to hide as he got out to help him; a mistake as Gregory took Gabriel's car, driving off swiftly, as Gabriel was forced to stumble into of the cabins, shutting the door and locking it as he panted, turning to see a figure; Negan,

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You and Daryl reached the meet up spot as he climbed off of the bike, reaching his hand out to you to help you off. You gazed at him in awe slightly, placing your hand in his palm as he graciously helped you off the bike, his hand ghosting your back to make sure you got off okay. You began to walk towards Rick and the others, only realizing now that neither of you had dropped the hold, still holding hands. You both noticed but neither made a move to let go as you blushed lightly. Once you reached the others, you were forced to let go of his hand as Maggie's arms engulfed you in a hug as you hugged her back, both of you smiling as you both swayed side to side a bit. "It worked," she whispered as you both pulled away, beaming at one another,

Daryl walked over to Rick as you spoke with Maggie. "We can wait some more," Daryl reasoned as they stared out at the horde of walkers attacking the Sanctuary. "We can't," Rick denied. "Gabriel stopped to get me. Negan. He was right there. I was trying to kill him and Gabriel stopped me," Rick said to Daryl as he listened to him. "You all right?" Daryl asked at his words, but Rick only chuckled lightly. "This isn't about me," he replied, before gesturing towards the cars, as Daryl took his nod, sounding a loud whistle letting everyone know to gather and leave. Everyone got into the vehicles as you got onto the bike with Daryl again, holding onto him extra tight, leaning your face against his back as he let a small smile grace his features at your action as he drove to next output you needed to take out, the group splitting to take out as many of the Savios outposts as possible. You relished in a few moments of bliss, not needing to worry about anything as Daryl drove the motorcycle. You felt the wind hit your face as you closed your eyes, feeling a few minutes of complete relaxation before you'd have to fight once again

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can’t take my eyes off you (part 8)

gif by: @eddiemunsens

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: this isn't your first rodeo. you know the drill

word count: 3,600

summary: steve fake dates y/n for a week for a family reunion, but little does y/n know, he’s had the biggest crush on her for a while.

a/n: this is the last part! i’m absolutely so sad that can't take my eyes off you has come to an end. thank you to everyone who has been here since the beginning. thank you for all the endless love & support on this series (: steve & y/n love you all so much <3 two posts on a row? look at me go

sunday. it was time to say goodbye. your chest fills with dread and sadness. you swing your feet over the edge of the bed and sit there for a while. time to head downstairs to eat the most amazing pancakes you've ever tasted for the last time. you gently shake steve awake and he slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes.

"what time is it?"

"10" he nods and you head into the bathroom to shower. after you showered, you put on a decent outfit and headed out. steve was sitting on the edge of the bed already changed.

"c'mon harrington. it's our last breakfast here and i'm not gonna miss it" you hold out your hand for him to take and he gladly takes it. you two make your way downstairs and to the kitchen, taking a seat at your barstools as you wait for margaret to finish cooking.

"are you ready to head home, y/n? i bet you miss not having to share a bed with steve" you chuckle at diane

"shockingly, no, i'm not ready to leave. this place is so nice and 'm gonna miss it" she frowns

"dear, you're always welcome to stop by at anytime"

"really?" excitement is radiating off of you and she nods

"of course. you're family now" you smile at her and then margaret turns around.

"pancakes are done, kids. eat up" you're quick to grab a plate and put two pancakes on it, then dousing them in syrup per usual.

"what time are you two leaving?" margaret asks

"i was thinking around 2 ish" she nods

"oh! ma. i was wondering if y/n can take a bottle of wine home with her" steve says, his mouth full of food. you gently hit his arm and he looks at you with a confused face.

"don't talk with your mouth full" he rolls his eyes and focuses his attention back on his mom. she has a brow raised at him

"aren't you two still under the legal drinking age?"

"it's for my mother. she loves her wine" you hated lying to diane, but it was the only way you could get your precious wine. she nods and heads out the kitchen. a couple minutes later, she walks back in holding a bottle of red wine. she hands it to you and you take it, sitting it beside you.

"let me know what she thinks of it when she tries it" you nod, knowing damn well you'd be the one drinking it. you and steve finish up your breakfast and head out to the terrace for one last go on your beloved porch swing.

"i'm gonna miss this view especially" you say and steve nods

"it's so much different than at hawkins"

"that's because hawkins is just trees. everywhere you go it's trees"

"touche" you two sit in a comfortable silence, steve gently rocking the swing back and forth.

"can't wait to get home and tell the others how i socked your cousin in the face" steve laughs

"slow down evil kinevil, we haven't even left yet" you shrug. it goes quiet for a bit again before you start to laugh.

"what?"

"i can't wait to see eddie's reaction to it. he's probably gonna tell me 'that's so metal' or high five me" steve chuckles, shaking his head.

"sounds like eddie" you nod. you two rock in the swing for another thirty minutes before you head back inside.

"wanna play one last game of twister?" you turn to face steve and he nods, heading into the living room with you right behind him.

"mom, can you operate the spinner again?" she nods and sits on the couch as you and steve set up the mat. diane takes the spinner and spins it. you guys decided that since you won last time, you'd go first.

"left hand blue" you place your left hand on a blue circle. the game continues on for another fifteen minutes before you start to feel yourself slipping. you try to regain your balance, but you fail and end up going down first.

"ha! i win this time!"

"shut up" you grumble out and steve does a little celebratory dance.

"are you a sore loser y/n?"

"absolutely" he looks like he was expecting you to say no, so a look of shock is briefly on his face. he then holds a hand out for you and you refuse to take it.

"come on. take my hand" you shake your head

"no."

"y/n. take my hand"

"absolutely not" you cross your arms around your chest and he sighs. he then leans down and picks you up.

"steven, put me down this instant or else"

"or else what?"

"if you don't put me down you'll find out" steve continues to walk and hold you, not putting you down. you then give him a purple nurple and he puts you down.

"ow! seriously?" you shrug

"you didn't put me down so that's what you get" you walk back to the kitchen, seeing that time has went by and it was already lunch. since it was the last day, they went all out and had chicken enchiladas. you made yourself a plate and sat down, digging in. steve then sits beside you with his own plate of food.

"i'm sorry for acting immature" you say, facing him and he laughs

"y/n, it's okay. seriously" you nod and go back to eating your food.

"i'm gonna miss this food when we leave" steve nods in agreement

"time to go back to spaghettios and take out"

"can say that again" you savor the last few bites of your food. steve doing the same.

"okay. we got about an hour and a half left until we have to leave. what do you want to do?" you shrug, but then an idea pops into your head.

"one last ice cream trip?" he nods and you head out to his car as he heads back upstairs to grab his keys.

"i'm paying this time" you tell him once he pulls into a parking spot outside the ice cream parlor. he holds up his hands in surrender

"okay okay" you then head inside and the same young boy from the other day is behind the counter.

"nice to see familiar faces. what can i get you guys today?" you both tell him your order and you and steve decided to eat outside today.

"on the way back to hawkins, can we visit sal?" steve chuckles but nods

"so you two can talk about me in italian?" you shrug

"we'll see what the day has planned for us" you go back to eating your ice cream and when the two of you are done, you head back to the house. since the parlor is thirty minutes away, it leaves you with about half an hour at the house. you and steve head upstairs to pack all of your stuff. once that was said and done, you lug your heavy suitcase down the stairs and take it outside and put it in the trunk of steve's bmw.

everyone is preparing to leave and you start to get emotional. cynthia comes up to you with david on her hip. he makes grabby hands to you and you take him into your arms, holding him close to you.

"i'm gonna miss you buddy," you then look at him. "you be good for mommy, okay?"

"'kay," he nods and you smile at him, still holding him. cynthia then hands you a slip of paper with her number on it.

"in case you ever want to spend a day with him or if i ever need a babysitter, have my number" you smile, taking the slip of paper. you pull her into a hug.

"thank you so much cynthia" she pulls back from you and gives you a soft smile. you hand david back to her and wave bye to him.

"bye bye david" he waves bye and cynthia straps him into his car seat, then getting into the passenger side of the car. they back out, leaving. you then see wendy and nicole run over to you and you slightly crouch down, arms open wide. they both run into your arms and you hug them both tight.

"i'm gonna miss my girls." you pull away from them and place a hand on their shoulder.

"you two will make amazing makeup artists someday. i just know it. behave for your moms, okay?" they nod and nicole is called over by her mom. steve is standing with her and he picks up nicole. you turn your attention back to wendy and you see her bottom lip start to tremble. you frown, pulling her into a hug.

"wendy, darling, what's wrong"

"'m gonna miss you" she manages to get out between cries. you wish you could just take her with you then this wouldn't be a problem. but alas, that's kidnapping.

"and i'm gonna miss you too, sweetheart. but i promise i'll set up something with your mom and you can come spend the night with stevie and i" you pull back from the hug and wipe her tears off her face.

"that sound good?" she nods and you give her a smile

"maybe you can do steve's makeup this time" she gives you a smile of her own

"there's that smile" she giggles and you stand up, grabbing her hand. you walk her over to laura's car. just like cynthia, she gives you a slip of paper with her number on it. you thank her and then wendy gets into the car.

"remember what i said, okay?"

"okay," she nods and you shut the car door after she's buckled up. as they're backing out, her window rolls down and she yells out of it.

"bye princess y/n!"

"bye princess wendy!" you yell back, giving her your best princess wave. she laughs and you laugh with her. her window then rolls up and you turn around to see steve talking with his mom and grandma. you walk up to them and stop by steve's side. diane then pulls you into a bone-crushing hug and you hug her back with the same amount of emotion.

"'m gonna miss you diane"

"awh, i'm gonna miss you too, dear. you keep that son of mine out of trouble, okay?" she whispers the last part so steve doesn'te hear. you chuckle.

"no promises. he can be out of control sometimes" she pulls apart from you and wipes away her stray tears.

"yeah, he does" steve then speaks up

"ready to go, y/n?"

"steve, i haven't gotten to say goodbye yet" maragaret speaks up and you and diane laugh.

"i'll be waiting in the car, okay? bye ma, bye grandma. i love you both and i promise to call you when we get home safely. they both nod and you walk over to margaret. she pulls you into a hug and when she pulls away, she hands you a folded up piece of paper.

"what's this?"

"you didn't think i'd let you leave here without knowing how to make my pancakes, did you?" you give her a big grin and she smiles as well. she then pats you on the shoulder.

"take care y/n. and don't let steve drive you mad" you laugh

"too late for that" she chuckles and you bid her one last goodbye before heading and getting into the passenger side of steve's car.

"whatcha got there?" he asks, nodding at the paper in your hand

"that's for me to know and you to dot dot dot" he rolls his eyes and tells you to buckle up before he backs out of his parking spot.

"so we'll stop at sal's then we head home. correct?" you nod and the two of you head to see sal. once you get there, you're the first one out and heading inside.

"y/n! bella! i missed you" you smiled at the old man

"i missed you too, sal"

"well, what can i do for ya' today?"

"oh. uh, steve and i are heading back to hawkins and i wanted to say goodbye before we headed back" he gives you a soft smile and steps around the counter so that he's in front of you. he pulls you into a hug and you hug him back.

"that's real kind of you, kid" he pats you on your back before pulling away from the hug.

"well i couldn't just leave without a goodbye. that'd be rude of me" he chuckles and then steve walks in.

"steve-o! do i get a goodbye hug from you too?" steve laughs and nods. him and sal give each other a hug. they then pull apart from each other.

"you better hold onto y/n, okay? don't let her slip through your fingers, pal" steve nods

"i wouldn't dare let go of her" your face heats up and then sal faces you.

"tieni questo idiota fuori dai guai, ok? tiene molto a te, y/n" you give sal a smile and nod.

(sal said: "you keep this idiot out of trouble, okay? he cares about you a lot, y/n")

"don't be a stranger, y/n. come stop by and visit when you get a chance" you nod and salute him.

"scouts honor" he chuckles and you and steve bid him one final goodbye before you're back on the road to hawkins.

"what'd sal tell you?"

"oh nothing" steve groans and you smile to yourself. you then take a nap and you're woken up by steve gently shaking you.

"y/n. wake up. we're home" you groan and open your eyes. you see the sky above is cloudy, meaning it'll most likely rain later. you get out of steve's car and head to the trunk to get your suitcase.

"no need. i already put it inside" you nod and you and steve head inside your house. you shut the door behind you and sigh. back home. your dog scooby, yes after scooby-doo, came running up to you and you crouched down so you can pet him.

"hey buddy. did mrs. johnson take good care of you while i was gone?" you pet him as he licks your face and you laugh.

"what about me, scoob?" steve crouched down beside you, wanting love from the furry companion. scooby got excited at the sight of steve, since scooby was practically best friends with steve. scooby pounces on steve, knocking him over and you and steve laugh.

"someone missed you"

"i can see that" scooby then relents from steve and you stand up, giving him a hand up. he takes it and you pull him up.

"wanna stay over and watch something? i don't have spaghettios, but i do have the number to a chinese food place" steve nods and he heads into your living room, as you head into the kitchen so you can order you and steve some food. they said it'd be there in about fifteen minutes.

the food got there and you and steve ate it as you watched whatever was on tv.

once it started to get late, steve started to get up and head out before it rained.

you walk steve outside and to his car. it was already sprinkling, but a little rain never hurt anyone.

"thanks for having me as your fake-girlfriend for a week" you let out a laugh but steve didn't seem to reciprocate. matter-of-fact, he seemed off. he didn't even crack a smile at your comment.

"hey, what's wrong?" he shakes his head

"you wouldn't understand"

"nonsense. you can tell me anything steve"

"seriously, y/n. it's nothing" you furrow your brows. what was wrong. you two were just having a good time.

"steve. it's not nothing if it's bothering you"

"just... can we drop it?" he seemed agitated now and you had no clue what you had done.

"did i do something?" he shakes his head

"then tell me what's wrong. i can't exactly read your mind here, steve"

"just drop it, y/n"

"no, steve. i'm your best friend-" he seems to snap and he looks at you.

"that's it isn't it!" you're taken back by his sudden outburst. as if on cue, it started to rain harder, soaking both of you.

"i'm not following?"

"it's not like it isn't painfully obvious since everybody but you can see it!" you don't know why he was yelling now or what you couldn't see.

"see what steve? what can't i see?!" at this point, you've given up with staying calm. if he can have an atitude towards you, you can have one with him.

"that i'm in love with you! okay?!" you're taken back by his words. steve was in love with you.

"what?" you whisper. steve runs a hand down his soaking wet face, shaking his head.

"i knew i should've just gone home" he mumbles, walking to the driver side of his car. but before he can do that, you grab his wrist, stopping him.

"you're just going to give up? just like that?" he turns to face you, him now being the confused one.

"what do you mean?"

"you're just going to walk away and not hear what i have to say? what if i told you i felt the same way, huh?"

"don't say that y/n. because then you're only getting my hopes up" you sigh out of frustration

"steve. i feel the same way. god, sal was right by calling you an idiot" you grumble and shake your head

"you mean you love me too?" you throw your hands up in the air

"yes! god, do i have to spell it out for you?" a big smile makes its way onto steve's face and he pulls you into him. you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck and his go around your waist. you both stare up at each other, the rain continuing to pour.

"kiss me already, dumbass" that's all steve needs before his lips meet yours. you sigh into the kiss and steve bites your bottom lip, eliciting a gasp out of you. he uses that as leverage to slip his tongue into your mouth and eventually you two pull apart for air. he rests his forehead on yours, both of you breathing heavily.

"so, does this make you my girlfriend?" he asks and you nod. then looks up at the sky, laughing.

"y/n l/n is my girlfriend!" he yells and you whack his arm

"stop yelling. the neighbors are gonna wake up"

"you act as if we didn't have a yelling match five minutes ago" you roll your eyes and tug his hand back towards your house.

"let's go inside. i don't want my neighbors to see me getting felt up in the rain by steve harrington"

"are you embarrassed of me?"

"no. it's for your modesty" you drag him into the warm house and you head straight to your bedroom, steve following. you toss sweatpants that steve left at your house one time at him alongside a big t-shirt.

"you know where the bathroom is. and i'm sure you can get a pair of boxers out of anthony's room" he nods and heads to get changed. you locked your bedroom door after he left the room and change into some dry clothes. you go and put your wet clothes into the wash and when steve steps out of the bathroom with his wet clothes, you take them, putting them in the wash with yours. you two then head back to your room. you leave your door cracked because sometimes scooby liked to come in and cuddle with you.

you lay down on your bed, patting the spot beside you.

"don't act shy now, harrington. we literally just spent a week sharing a bed" he chuckles and walks over to your bed and climbs in beside you. the two of you lie on your sides admiring the other.

"i can't believe you feel the same way" you smile at his cheesiness

"how can i not? steve, you make me feel special. seen. like i matter" he moves a wet strand of your hair out of your face and rests his large hand on your cheek.

"baby. that's because you do matter" baby. you were going into overdrive at that pet name.

"i love you, steve harrington" you whisper and he smiles

"i didn't quite hear that. i think you need to say it again" you laugh and kiss him instead. you both pull apart from one another.

"i think kissing you is now my favorite thing in the world and i never want to stop doing it"

"then don't" you say and he pulls you into another kiss. his hands slip under your shirt and you pull away from him.

"nuh uh mister. buy me dinner first then maybe i'll let you get into my pants" he laughs and then you get an idea, shooting up out of bed. steve gives you a confused look as you head over to your record player. you grab your favorite record and set the needle down. the familiar tune starts to play and steve smiles. you hold out a hand for him.

"may i have this dance, harrington?"

"yes you may," he gets out of bed and takes your hand into his. the two of you dance around to can't take my eyes off you and even though the song ended, steve is still holding you to him.

"y/n?" he asks, looking into your eyes

"yeah?" you whisper

"i can't take my eyes off you"

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[genshinimpactlife]

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One of Kaeya's favorite things was when the baby started kicking. You two were lying in bed when it happened again. The wonder on his face as he placed his hand on your stomach and felt his child kicking within you was truly a sight to see. Seeing him so excited to become a father warmed your heart, and you couldn't help but lean up to kiss him, your emotions starting to run rampant. But the sweet innocent kiss turned into something more until you two were wrapped up in each other. But as you ran your hands down Kaeya's bare chest, he pulled away.

"My love... I don't want to risk hurting you or the baby. Maybe we should stop"

His concern warmed your heart, and you responded with the biggest smile on your lips, "Kaeya Darling, I'm not made of glass now. It's okay."

Seeing the reassurance in your eyes seemed to calm Kaeya's nerves, and he returned to kissing you. Soon he carefully slid over you, making sure not to put his weight on you or your stomach. His touches were so gentle, so sweet. He was treating you like the angel that you were. As he trailed his hands down your body, he slipped them under your nightgown, running his hands along your bare thighs.

"I want to capture this moment forever in my mind... seeing you round with my child like this, it's like a dream come true."

He trailed sweet kisses from your lips down to your neck, distracting you as he slipped his fingers into the hem of your panties, slowly running his fingers through your damp folds. You were so sensitive after becoming pregnant; your hormones made you so needy for him. Just his voice and feather-like touches were enough to get you going.

"Please Kaeya... I can't wait any longer. I need you."

"How could I say no to you?"

Kaeya smirked at you as he grabbed the hem of your underwear, guiding your hips up to help you take them off. He slipped his sweatpants off immediately after, tossing both articles of clothing somewhere in the room. He propped himself above you, kissing your lips gently as he slowly sank his member into you. He took his time, both of you letting out a quiet gasp once you were connected. It had been so long since the two of you had sex, and you missed the intimacy of it so much.

Once he was entirely inside you, he pulled back to look you in the eyes, checking to make sure you were okay. Once he had confirmation, he started to move, lazily thrusting his hips into you. Neither of you could look away from the other, gazes locked as you made love. Words couldn't convey how you two felt about each other at that moment, but you both knew just how much you meant to the other. Sparks flew as the two of you came unraveled in each other's arms, holding the other tightly as you relished in the glow of your love.

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[bellysoupset]

AHHHH - the Vince sick story was sooo good. Maybe a continuation where Wendy feels bad for leaving while her bf is sick and comes back to apologize/take care of him BUT Vince thinks he is in the wrong for not telling her and just bursts into tears when she finally comes and sees him ? I love when tough boys are all soft!!

Wendy tapped her foot up and down anxiously, knocking on the door for the second time.

She knew he was in, because he sure as hell had been in no state to be anywhere but bed or a hospital and Jenny from the front desk had told her that no Vincenzo Monacelli currently in.

"Vince?" she called, trying to force her voice to remain steady, "It's me, Wendy..."

There were only two options on why the door wouldn't open: either he was furious at her or he was so sick he couldn't get the door. Both options made her want to cry.

She had messed up earlier letting her temper get the best of her. Yes, she was pissed and he should have told her he was lactose intolerant. He should've let take care of him and stop with that macho persona bullshit, but none of that justified abandoning her own boyfriend when he was sick.

"Vince...?" her voice cracked and Wendy took in a deep breath, forcing herself to hold her shit together. Suddenly there was movement and then the door opened.

She had seen Vince sick before, but it didn't stop it from being a shock in her system every time. He looked very very pale, all of his tan had basically vanished from his skin, leaving behind a greyish appearance, with dark undereye bags. His eyes were rimmed red and his lips chapped and pale.

"Hey," he opened a small, painful smile, "I'm sorry for earlier. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm really really sorry-"

"What?" Wendy frowned, completely shocked, "no Vin, no, I- Whatever, that doesn't matter. You weren't feeling well... I'm sorry I was bitchy to you and just left you there."

He let out a small huff, sounding beyond exhausted and a little choked up, "I did tell you to go, though..."

"No explanation," Wendy scoffed, moving further inside the room without waiting for an invitation, "I brought you some peace offerings...?"

His shoulders visibly dropped and Vince opened a tired smile, sitting down on his bed. He had sweat through his previous shirt, she realized, and was now wearing a new one. His boxers were the loose ratty type that didn't hug his poor belly.

"Peace offerings, eh?" he rubbed a hand over his stomach, wincing still, "well, show me."

Wendy sat down gingerly next to him, then grabbed her oversized purse and put it on her lap, starting to take out the items.

"Imodium and pepto, in case you didn't have them already," she mumbled, avoiding his eyes, "I brought an IV, just in case-" she removed the full IV kit from the bag, the biggest item considering it was an entire bag of fluid, the cords and needles, plus all the paraphernalia she needed to apply it in a sterile manner, "uhm- a thermos of soup... Powerade..."

"Wen," he sighed, "I'm not mad."

"No, I know you're not mad," she scoffed, still looking at him. His brown eyes were a little dull, probably given to how deeply exhausted he was, "I just feel horrible... I was horrible earlier."

"It's okay," he rolled his eyes, "you're here now."

"Vince."

"Apology taken," he nodded, "you take mine?"

"Of course, Vince, you didn't have to apologize" she smiled and leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips. He let out a startled noise and Wendy smiled, pecking his lips again, then his cheek.

"So... do any of the offerings sound good?"

"I don't think I can really put anything in my stomach right now," he winced, lying back down, "and I don't want any needles stabbing me, so no, not really."

She pouted, putting the bag at the foot of his bed, "can I rub your tummy at least?"

He chuckled lightly, "I never had anyone beg to rub my stomach, you know?" Vince smiled, but he was clearly too weak to keep the bantering going. He nodded after a second, moving to the side of his bed. It was too small for him, let alone for them both, but they squeezed in so Wendy could plant a hand over his stomach, over the shirt.

She rolled his shirt up and he took the hint, tugging at the neckline to remove it and not bothering putting it anywhere, he just let his hand fall back down, the shirt now squeezed in his fist.

Wendy pressed her cheek to his chest, planting her fingers over his belly. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little mesmerized, she had always been the type to like a man with a belly and Vince was perfectly made for her. Chubby, but built like a bull. Soft, but strong.

Right now his poor belly was still gurgling, more angrily towards the bottom of it, dooming out and pressing against the worn and lose elastic of the boxers. She tugged on the boxers, pulling them down a little bit and revealing the darker part of the line of hair that covered his chest and circled his navel, until it disappeared inside his briefs.

"Wen?"

She pressed her palm on his side, applying pressure and pulling her hand up, until it met his navel. He let out a little whimper, "gentle, honey, it hurts."

"Is it always this bad?" she asked, pushing her fingers gently on his tummy and drumming them around, until she found the tightest spot. Vince nodded, burying his face on her hair.

"The cramps are the worse," he mumbled, voice strained, "the rest I can handle, it's the cramps that kill me."

She pressed on the tightest spot, rubbing it in circles and he moved his head, muffling a burp against the pillow and then letting out a little sigh of relief, "gentle."

"I am being gentle," Wendy reminded him, moving even closer on the bed, "I wish you had told me, I would've taken precautions. Half the things in my place have milk."

"It's fine, it's not like I go there to eat food anyway," Vince chuckled lightly and she scoffed, hiding a smile against his peck and patting his tummy. It caused another burp to slip out, along with the laughter and he put his hand over hers, "don't be mean."

"You know," she sighed, kicking off her shoes to get more comfortable, Vince's roommate be damned if he ever came back, "I'm kinda in love with your belly."

He shook with a chuckle, sliding down on the bed just enough so he could fall right asleep, "please, you're in love with all of me."

"Sleep," Wendy blushed, pressing her cheek harder against his chest, trailing drawings against his stomach, "just shut up and go to sleep."

#wendy: hey this is kinda uh- hot? #vince spectacularly missing the point #mywriting #tummy rubs #vince monacelli #vince x wendy #wen is DEFINITELY one of us btw #fluff

[jihyocentric]

jihyo and mina where mina is a cold-hearted businessperson who recently has started going over for dinner at her neighbor jihyo's place who is a computer science major. they both have a crush on one another and after eating dinner needless to say mina eats jihyo out. dom mina and sub jihyo. jihyo is needy and wants mina to stuff her with her hand.

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at first, jihyo thought there was no way she'd ever be with someone like mina. mina wasn't a warm person like jihyo, she was quite skeptical and ignored life outside work. when they first met, it was a complete mess. jihyo accidentally spilled her drink all over mina, right before the woman had to attend an important meeting.

that day, mina surely was angry, very much so. until she looked at the person responsible for staining her new and clean white clothes. it happened to be a smaller woman, with a cat in her arms and headphones around her neck.

"i'm so sorry, oh my god." jihyo moved down, just so she could take the now empty cup off the ground. "this is embarrassing."

"don't worry, it's ok." mina said, unbelievably so. she didn't know why she felt the sudden empathy, but she couldn't bring herself to be angry at the woman in front of her.

"no, really, it's my bad. my head was somewhere else, i didn't notice my surroundings." jihyo replied, feeling shy. it was her first day at her new apartment and she had already screwed up.

mina knew she'd be late if she didn't run back into her house and changed clothes, but she was interested in jihyo.

"you're new here." mina stated. "well, if you allow me to make dinner for you today, you're forgiven."

"oh?" jihyo was surprised, her cheeks flushing. "i... yes, that'd be alright."

mina smiled. "nice. see you later, i need to go."

after that, they kept meeting up. mina wasn't the biggest fan of getting acquainted with people, she wasn't interested on being in a relationship at all. but that's only until she got to know jihyo. mina knew jihyo was interested in her, and, despite the odds, she wanted jihyo too. over the month, they had dinner together and mina helped jihyo getting used to the area as she was new in the city. she took jihyo to many places, acting quite uncharacteristically and overly friendly.

"i feel bad for making you give me a tour around the city." jihyo said as soon as they reached the door of her apartment.

"you're not making me." mina said, simply enough. "i did it because i wanted to."

"still." jihyo replied, holding the keys tightly in her hands. "mina... do you want to come in?"

jihyo asked, in a sudden rush of confidence. she hoped mina would understand what she wanted, knowing that she'd be mortified if mina didn't or perhaps rejected her. but mina didn't do any of those things, instead, she took the keys from jihyo's trembling hands and opened the door of the woman's apartment, pushing her in and making sure to lock the door after they were both inside.

jihyo wasn't expecting for mina to kiss her, but she didn't flinch or refuse mina's touches. mina trapped jihyo against the wall, holding the smaller woman's waist as she kissed her, loving the sounds coming from jihyo as they made out.

soon enough they make their way to jihyo's bedroom, their clothes falling on the ground even before they reached their destiny. after lying on the bed, jihyo brought mina's bare body to lay on top of hers, resuming their kisses. mina tasted sweet, heavenly so, making jihyo not want to stop kissing her, ever. when mina pulls away jihyo breathes out, feeling mina's cold fingertips, that had been around the bare skin of her waist, raising up to meet her chest.

"mina..." jihyo whimpers, and when she felt mina's tongue around her nipple, a shiver ran all over her body.

"what do you want?" mina teases, taking jihyo's nipple back in her mouth.

"want you... to fuck me." jihyo asks, unashamed. "please," she adds, moaning softly when mina playfully bites her pebbled bud.

mina relishes in the way jihyo's body squirms as she moves down, placing kisses on top of the woman's tummy and then the thighs, not leaving a single place untouched. her tongue brushes against jihyo's folds, taking in her scent and taste, stopping by her clit, where she licks tentatively.

jihyo bucks her hips, melting under the touch. the dim light of the room prevented mina from catching all of jihyo's expressions, but the way her body reacted made mina believe she was doing well. she grips jihyo's thighs, her tongue making jihyo whine and grip the sheets, and with the other hand she teases jihyo's entrance.

jihyo was dripping, and while mina felt her fingers being tightly squeezed as she slid two of them inside, it was easy enough for her to do it. jihyo's legs closed around mina's head, babbling incoherently under her breath, letting mina know how much she was enjoying it and that she was nearing the edge.

"please, don't stop," jihyo whines, sweetly, as if mina had the intention of stopping. no, she wouldn't. mina was selfish enough to keep going, wanting to see jihyo falling apart under her. "yes!"

jihyo moans, clamping down around mina's fingers, her thighs trapping the woman in place. mina groans, licking every drop of jihyo's cum, carefully, not trying to overstimulate jihyo. she places a few kisses over jihyo's tummy before she pulls away, still between jihyo's legs but now facing her. mina finds jihyo's pleased face adorned with a slight smile, and she wants to kiss her more than anything at that moment.

"you're really good." jihyo tells her, noticing that mina's chin was slightly glistening. she didn't comment on it.

"they usually say that." mina jokes, making jihyo pout. "just kidding," mina pecks jihyo's lips. "hyo?"

"hm?" jihyo moves her hand to the sides of mina's face, brushing her cheeks with her thumbs. the soft touch makes mina sigh, leaning in till their foreheads were touching.

"i think... i might be in love with you." mina tells her softly, brushing her nose against jihyo's.

jihyo smiles. mina couldn't see it, way too afraid of opening her eyes, but the answer that jihyo gave her filled her cold heart with the warmth that she'd been longing for, unknowingly, for years now.

"i am in love with you, mina."

mina inches away just barely, finally looking into jihyo's eyes.

"really?" mina asks stupidly, as if jihyo hadn't given her every hint possible.

jihyo nods. "yeah, really."

and then, in order to show just how happy she was, mina leaned in and placed kisses all over jihyo's face, especially the cheeks and her nose, laughing when jihyo complained, but incredibly happy.

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[mercurygray]

Hi Merc, could I interest you in no.28 'undress' for darling Billie and.... CHUCK 😄😉😏 Juno xxx

Fair warning: this one is sad.

She hated this hospital room more than she could say.

The end the war, the end of all of it, and still he'd ended up here.

She took a deep breath and rounded the corner, smile fixed on. "Hiya, sunshine. I'm here to make sure that shirt gets changed."

She was never going to get used to seeing Chuck like this - the out of focus smile, the eyes that struggled to adjust to see who it was. It took her feet out from under her every single time. He was getting better; she could see that every time she came. Sitting up more, following people around the room, listening when people talked. He was still there, still inside, even if his body wasn't quite ready to return.

She did a quick check of his dressing, probing with delicate fingers to see that the wound was draining and the dressing wasn't in need of a change, too. He made some small noise and she tried to smile. "You know I don't trust anyone, Chuck. Just want to make sure they're doing right by you. Can you help me and sit up a bit?"

He did as he was told, his body moving slowly, so she could unbutton his hospital pajamas and slide the shirt over his shoulders to swap it for a clean one.

"J…J…"

"Sorry, buddy. June's not here," Billie said, as lightly as she could. Where she is I couldn't tell you, either, and I'm not sure I'd want to, even if I knew. "She'd tear me a new one if she saw the two of us in here, though," she said, trying to be cheerful. "Me on your bed and taking your shirt off."

A hand grabbed her wrist, holding on as tightly as he could, jerking her towards him to grab her attention. She couldn't help but meet his eye - startlingly blue, and - sad. His face wasn't quite as expressive as it had been before, but he could still stare down a tank. His lips struggled to move the way he wanted, grasping for the shape, the sound, and she waited, trying to be patient while he found the word. "D…d…don't." He spat it with intention, his hand still holding her wrist, and she knew. Don't try to keep making it sound like it'll be fine. Don't keep lying to me like everyone else is. Don't think I can't handle it.

Billie took a breath. "Okay," she said, agreeing. "No more." She took a breath. "She's gone. Didn't leave an address or anything. She -" she stopped, wondering how much she wanted to let him have and how much he could take. "She came once. While you were ...still out. And then she left."

They should have seen it coming. How many times had they heard her talk about Jersey City, about too-small apartments and too many kids and dead-beat uncles who couldn't provide, about how she wasn't going to let herself be tied down to a life that didn't have room to breathe? She'd always evaded the end of the war, always skirted around talk about kids and houses and marriage and settling down, talking instead about being here for a good time, not a long one. And this could have been the biggest, longest settle there was.

Or not. But now she'd never know.

Chuck nodded at that, his face pained but resigned. "I'm sorry," Billie said, knowing it wouldn't fix a damn thing in the world, hating the words and the hospital room and the blue of the pajamas, hating everything that had gotten them from there to here. June Fowler, you picked a hell of a time to start running away from things.

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[bluteatavern]

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Chapter 2: Waking up

TRIGGER WARNING

Contains thoughts and actions concerning depression and suicide

The first thing I noticed was that I wasn't in my room.

For as long as I can remember, there has always been a small hole in the sheets I'm used to sleep on. When I wake up, in the morning or in the middle of the night, it's always the first thing I feel, and it's been like that for 10 years. I've never fixed it or replaced the sheets for another one. It's comforting, waking up and knowing where you are just by touch.

I run my hands over the bed I'm lying on, but all I feel is some smoother fabric, a little thicker than the blanket wrapped around me.

I open my eyes slowly. The light of a gray day comes through a window, but other than that, not even the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed is on. There is another bed a little further away from mine, and next to it are those devices the doctors put saline to insert them in the patient's veins.

It's the only clue of where I am. But how did I get to a hospital?

A little bird flies across the sky outside. I prop up on one elbow to pull myself up.

I remember.

I wasn't alone in that building. There was a boy...with wings. He dived after me. He must have been the one who brought me here as well.

Maybe at some other time, if I were someone else, I would have cried of happiness for surviving, because someone was there at that time. But I don't feel like crying, getting angry, or doing anything but collapsing on the bed again.

"I thought you were going to take longer to wake up. Dang it, I lost a bet"

I almost break my neck as I turn towards the voice.

A brown-skinned, blue-haired child with a dog plushie in their hands is sitting in a blue armchair by the door, looking at me curiously.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Sho" He says while moving the plushie's soft little arms, but never taking his eyes off me.

He's too young.

"Are you alone here?" I ask, turning my full body towards him.

"I'm waiting for my brother. He went home to get the car, otherwise he would have to carry me all the way back to our house"

Right. So it really is a hospital, and not other kind of facility.

"Are you hurt?" I ask. He nods and lifts the hem of his pants a little, revealing a bandage around his ankle. "Did they bring you here too? Like, to rest?"

He shakes his head and starts speaking more quietly.

"No. I'm hiding, but don't tell them! They wanted to give me some green goo to eat, but my cousin said you turn into a zombie if you eat it" He says, as if he just told me the biggest conspiracy in the world "And you? Why are you here?"

The question hangs in the air for a while before I answer.

"I fell..." I say almost in a whisper.

"Smell?" He tilts his head, brow furrowed.

"...yeah, I smell...like..." I look down at his plushie "...dog food"

"Dog food? But why?!" His eyes grow bigger.

"I fell...into a pot, and now I can't take the smell out of my skin. So they put me here"

He seemed to buy the whole story on the spot. He even smiled a few times, not caring that he didn't got a realistic answer. Finding something like this funny should be considered a privilege.

"Seriously though, why are you here?"

I feel a rock falling on top of my head. I can't even fool a child that's less than 8. Though he does have the dog-like ears and a tail hanging from the chair, so this story of the smell dog food certainly hasn't convinced him from the start.

And these questions won't be this easy to answer later. I know someone will make them soon, because if that boy told them how he found me, I'm going to have to stay here longer than I want to.

The door finally opens, and Sho limps towards my bed, trying in vain to hide, but he trips and crawls the rest of the way, with his tail being the last thing the person who just entered surely saw. The woman is holding a tray in her and smiling at the scene, looking at me as if we share a secret.

"Pretty smart hiding in here, but you'll have to be quicker next time, boy" She shrugs her shoulders.

Sho grunts in frustration and walks out of his hiding place pouting.

"I heard your brother has already arrived. You can go back and talk to the nurse on the desk outside" she says.

"Yes!" He starts to run towards the door as best as he can, but stops midway and takes a good look at the tray the woman is holding. He runs back to the side of the bed and presses the mattress to lift himself up until his mouth is at the same level as my ear.

"See? That's the goo over there. Don't eat it or you'll turn into a zombie!" And with that he limps across the room, leaving the door open.

"And be careful with that foot or the nurses will have to bandage it all over again" The woman closes the door and turns to me again, grinning.

"I can assure you, this does not turns you into a brain-eater" She chuckles, but I simply smile back.

She's not dressed like a doctor or a nurse. She's wearing a knee-length gray coat with a blue shirt under it, and heels that fill the room with clop-clop-clop sounds as she walks towards me, placing the trail on my lap. There are some crackers and the 'green goo', that is actually just an ordinary jelly. I make no move to reach for them. It feels like my stomach started dropping again.

"So, how are you feeling?" She sits at the edge of the bed.

"I'm fine" I say with no intention of putting more emotion in my voice than necessary.

She watches me for a few more minutes. There's a card on her blouse...

Dr. Okamoto

"What's your name?" She finally asks.

"Bessho"

"How old are you, Bessho?"

"Nineteen"

"Well Bessho, are you sure you're not feeling any pain, or maybe nauseous?"

"Nothing at all"

"Alright" She clasps her hands "First of all, I need you to know that we have examined you, and physicaly you seem fine, but if you feel any sort of pain or headache, you can talk to any of the nurses. But overall, I believe you're going to be fine on this aspect."

I nod.

"Okay. Second. You entered with a wallet and your phone. I know you just woke up, but do you remember having them with you before?" I nod again "So, we didn't want to do it in the beginning, but we had to check your wallet to see if you had the number of anyone we could contact. Since we didn't find it, and your phone is out of battery, do you mind telling me if you know someone we can call to come here?"

There used to be an answer at the tip of my tongue. But now...

"I have no one..." I say while looking at my hands.

"Are you sure? It doesn't have to be a family member. A friend is also an option"

It hits me as soon as she says the word "friend". He used to call Shouko that, even though she's my boss.

She taps the number I give on her phone and sends it to someone.

"Alright. The secretary will call her and tell her where you are and that you are safe. And that's the third thing I need you to be aware of. You are safe here, and you can trust me, okay?"

I don't raise my eyes, but I feel hers on me, trying to be gentle but making the atmosphere heavier as the silence goes on.

"So..." she clasp her hands again "...do you remember the reason you had to come to the hospital, Bessho?"

I need to save myself. I need to cooperate here.

"All I remember is that I was walking down a street, and then I think I fainted..."

"Fainted?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Yes. And then I woke up here"

"Why do you think you fainted?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe I just...I haven't eaten much yesterday, maybe it was that"

"Has it happened before?" She tilts her head forward.

I nod, biting my lower lip while I fight the urge to throw up, and I think my reaction is already telling all I want to hide.

She has seen this act before. You could tell by the way her mouth and her eyes formed the face people make when they want to be gentle with someone. And she does it so effortlessly.

"Do you know who brought you here?"

When I don't answer, she continues.

"His name is Hawks. He's one of the newest heroes in Fukuoka. Have you heard about him?"

I shake my head. I haven't turned the TV on lately.

"You must be asking yourself why am I telling you this..." actually I'm not "it's because it's important to know who brings you here. It's an act of kindness that not a lot of people find the time to give these days, when there's so much rush. People tend to forget things like this still happen with all the hope the heroes give. Not that it is a bad thing, but our reality is still full of people that need help and can not be just dragged to a safe place and left there. I know I can't predict when things like this happen, but we can prevent them by helping each other. This is what I'm trying to do here..."

I know where this is going.

Everything around me seems to grow slower, even my blood isn't circulating at normal speed in my veins anymore. Everything's taking longer to happen.

When was the last time I had a psychologist talking to me?

I only notice she's still talking when the sound of her voice emerges from somewhere and reaches my ears. I have to stop looking people in the eyes for too long. Shouko already said it's clear when I'm listening or not, no matter for how long I'm staring.

"...does as well. What I'm trying to say is that even in our moments of despair, when everything seems too confusing, there's always a reason for the problem, and a reason to search for the solution..." She places a hand on her chest "That's why I want to help you. If you wish to, we can start and search for it. And you won't feel alone on the way"

Every word sounds the same at this point, no matter who speaks them. It's a waste of time in the end.

"I'm really thankful for everything you did while I was passed out...but I think there has been a mistake. I wasn't planning on doing anything...maybe the hero got confused and that's why he said what he think he saw...but it wasn't anything serious"

She presses her lips together.

"Then what were you doing on the top of that building last night?"

So the boy...that asshole really said it.

"I just...thought I needed to go up there for a second"

"Why?"

"I...I used to talk to my uncle about what the view from there would be like...and...it felt like yesterday was a good day to find out" This is actually true.

She looks down on her hands, I can only imagine what she's making up from what I just said.

I never understood this part. Why do they always ask what I think I was doing as if the answer isn't clear enough already? It's not like I was doing it for the sensation it gives me, I'm not that into adrenaline. And posing as someone who does haven't done much for me until now.

"I'm sorry Bessho, but we can't let you go until we talk to the person we are calling, and until we know you are completely okay to leave. This might take a while"

Of course I can't leave. I've been here before, why did I ever think it would be different this time?

"Have you ever done this before?" She asks.

"Done what?"

Is she cutting the conversation short now? She's also giving me those eyes again. I keep trying to avert my gaze, but it always drifts back to her gentle and yet judgmental face.

"No" I finally say, but she doesn't seem to believe me.

"Why did you think you had to do it now? Has something happened to you?"

I turn my head to the window, hoping she will go back to her kind talk or something.

"You don't feel comfortable enough to talk right now"

I shake my head slowly.

"I'm sorry" It doesn't feel like I can control my voice anymore, so as it cracks midsentence, it surprises me less.

"No, don't be" her voice gets even softer as she puts one of her hands over my entwined ones "We'll have more time to talk about it later...and...I'll have to talk to your friend as well"

That makes the blood stop in my veins.

"No!"

She jumps in surprise when I speak loudly.

"I'm sorry...I just... please don't tell her"

She leans her head towards me.

"Bessho, I'm sorry, but you need someone to be aware of what you're going through. Is for the sake of your wellbeing."

"Yes...yes I know but...she doesn't need to worry about it...please, she already has a lot to deal with" She sighs with an empathic look, making it clear that she won't budge "Look, she...my uncle died yesterday. She's already sad about it"

"I'm really sorry to hear that" She falls silent, which gives me some hope. But it quickly fades when she starts speaking again "Listen, it's part of my duty to make sure you stay calm and safe while you're here, but it's not right to do it while hiding the truth from people who play a big part in your recovery. So here's what's going to happen. I'm going to tell your friend..." She raises her hand when I open my mouth to protest "I have to tell her about what happened, but only after we examine you one more time, and after I talk to you some more. And then, I'll talk to both of you, together this time. And in the end, we'll see if you need to stay in observation, or with a specialist, or if you need to go somewhere else to receive the help you need"

My shoulders slump, as if the weight has moved its focus from my head to the rest of my body.

"Do you really need to tell her?" My voice begins to fade.

"Yes, I do"

I slide my hands away from her grasp and keep my eyes on the floor on the other side of the bed with brows furrowed. She takes a deep breath.

"I'll leave you to rest now okay? Eat a little, it will do you good. Your wallet and phone are in this drawer, alright? I'll come back soon" She walks towards the door clop-clop-cloping again, but then she stops and turns to me one last time "Listen, if you collaborate, you'll get to go home sooner. And what's better, you'll start to get better from things that by now you believe are okay. But they are not. You deserve the help we're trying to give you. So please, don't let this chance slip away"

And then she closes the door, leaving me with the green goo for company.

I lean back and feel like there are rocks under me. But isn't it always like this?

What amazes me the most is how anyone is able to always know what's best, to always know what is going to be of me. Always know how it feels. People always understand too much. But if it's that easy to get me, why haven't I figured it out as well? Making them work with assumptions instead of material I can't give is a waste of time.

I look down at the trail and take the one cracker. It's not like I'm hungry, but if I don't do something I might go insane. Also, I have to show them I can be fine on my own. And judging by the flicking light I saw in the corner of the room while she was talking, I'm pretty sure there are cameras hidden in here. Why else would she leave me here unsupervised?

The rest of this day, the day after the funeral, did not go like it should.

Shouko should have gone home, but after she arrived, she just exchanged a few words with that woman with the heels and the nurse and doctor that checked me.

"How are you feeling?" "Did you eat anything?" "Who talked to you?"

She never asked anything beyond that. Later on, Dr. Okamoto talked about why and how I came to the hospital, and explained how we must proceed in this 'situation'. The word did nothing but to get me squirming in my chair and sweating a lot. I could barely look both of them in the eye.

Just one day after losing her boyfriend, and now she has to sleep in the hospital because I...

I open my eyes again, still in that room. It's dark outside. Shouko left to sleep in a chair out there for a bit, whether because she's upset or not, I would never know. That was her language that only he would understand.

I never thought I would miss him this much. The idea of waking up knowing he would be home always comforted me, but it seems that reality is only becoming clear now.

That was the reason they took as my motivation. The information, or better, the lack of it, led them to believe I went to the top of the building because of the grief I felt. It's not uncommon, and loss can make people do things in the heat of the moment without thinking.

And I can't lie, that really does makes sense.

Memories of everything I said to him. Everything I did or gave up on doing with him kept flashing through my brain all the way to the top. I turned his life upside down and forced him to deal with whatever came along with me since we arrived at the city.

I mistreated him. I judged him way too often. I was rude, and selfish, a brat. I could have done better.

Why...why even after everything I did...why did you kept smiling and caring about me?

Why did you kept saying I was beautiful?

You can't judge anything in the dark. You need to find your flashlight to see things for what they really are.

I stare at the blackness of the hospital room. It isn't the first time this happens. I wake up at any given time of the night, and think. I think too much. About my uncle, my job, myself, the building...

To think I couldn't do something that simple almost makes me laugh, but the minor smile on my lips fades completely when it finally hits me.

I couldn't do it because he was there.

Hawks.

The hero that caught me while I was falling because he had wings.

I only saw a silhouette of them, but they seemed so pretty.

Right under the covers, I feel them tickling my back. Atrophied quirks are also not uncommon. Still, I wish they haven't asked about this hunchback that I tried so hard to hide under the nylon coat. But it doesn't help when you don't know what size they'll be the next day.

The Storm starts to get heavy again as they start to softly brush against the back of my thighs.

Tomorrow is the day. Why wouldn't it be?

I squirm a little, and the softness seems to trail further in my leg, making my breath hitch and shake. Why do I have to be awake when it happens? Is it to remind me that they're still there?

As if I would ever forget it.

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