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sheetsonfire · 2 years

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Dead and Waiting | Part 8

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Genre: Drama, angst, romance, thriller

Warnings: smut, violence, harassment, swearing, gun mentions, fire, injuries, sickness

Word Count: 5598

Requested By Anon: hi! can i request a jay halstead x reader where you work in intelligence with him and for some reason (maybe undercover work) you have to fake your death and no one knows, not even jay… but you end up returning once it’s safe again and he’s mad but also relieved?

thanks and totally understand if you pass over this request <3

This is Part 8, click for Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 9 (FINAL PART), EPILOGUE |

A/N: Whew. First off, I am so very sorry it took so long to get this next part out to you. Between work and excessive heat, my brain was fried. I hope it’s worth the wait, and I will try to make sure part 9 isn’t so far away! Enjoy! I promise the angst will be easing up soon!

Hank didn’t know what Huffman could have meant by his words, but he knew as soon as Jay heard “It’s about Y/N Y/LN” there would be no sense in even attempting to drop him back at the 21st, before heading to the location Huffman had sent him. It was listed as a private government building, but there was not much detail provided after that fact.

Jay was pensive on the journey, Hank was starting to think it was contagious like he could hear Jay's every curious and agitated thought - his own body rigid with anticipation. He knew that he couldn’t keep the rest of the team in the dark forever, but he figured that whatever they were about to learn of your death should be heard by him and Jay first.

“What do you think they have?” Jay’s voice is sharp, on edge, eyes looking dead ahead at the open road. Hank’s not quite sure whether the question is directed at him or at the general silence that hung in the SUV.

“I don’t know, kid. We’re about to find out, whatever it is, we’ll deal with it.” Hank huffs, he really didn’t want to let his stress present itself, but he was finding it hard not to be aggravated by the possibility and likelihood that the ATF had been keeping more secrets.

Jay let out a sad half-laugh at Hank’s use of “kid”, they’d worked together for so long he couldn’t feel further from a kid, so much had changed in the last month that Jay felt he had aged another decade.

Yet Hank had become this all-seeing, all-knowing, fatherly protector of late. If not for Hank, Jay's not convinced that he wouldn't have found a way to go off the rails. So maybe ‘kid’ wasn’t such a stretch.

As they pull up to the marker on Maps, Jay’s stomach sours. The sign outside the avenue of trees leading up to an industrial-looking building read “Federal Medical Centre”, prefaced with the name of some benefactor who presumably funded the facility. Whatever ATF had to say, Jay at this point could bet it was to do with your body. Had they recovered you from the river? The mere thought of having to ID your body makes him want to hurl all over Hank’s dash.

Hank turns into the long drive, trees looming and casting shadows over the SUV. Jay’s fingers clench into the material of his jeans, shifting nervously.

[Inside the Medical Centre]

You paced your room, glancing at yourself in the mirror of the tiny bathroom every so often, looking at your tired eyes, the faded cuts and bruises, your arm still in its sling, hair somewhat unkempt despite your efforts to look like you hadn’t gone feral being stuck in the secluded hospital. To put it lightly, you looked stressed.

And you were.

You had packed up what small collection of belongings they had brought you in with from the river, it fits easily into the miniature non-descript backpack they had provided you with. Tucked in there was the short-term course of the anti-anxiety medication the doctor had given you for your nightmares, some hair ties, toiletries you decided to take with you, your own personal case notes, and the letter you’d written to Jay.

It was hard to encapsulate just how giddy and terrified you were to see your fiancé again, not knowing what to say or what to expect from his end. You knew Voight would be coming to get you, and you wondered if Jay would be in tow. From what you gathered the agents hadn’t given your boss many specifics, so you didn’t hold out hope to be reunited with your partner immediately.

Maybe it was for the best, you pondered. Maybe you could use the time in the car with Hank to think some things through, get your head on straight so you could be strong when you saw Jay again.

“Who am I kidding?” You mutter to yourself. You knew you’d collapse into Jay’s arms the second he was in front of you.

Your heart is hammering rapidly, fluttering like a bird’s, it was so strange for the idea of seeing Jay to invoke such apprehension within you - but you knew the burden he had been forced to bear, to experience your death must have been overwhelming and you weren’t able to tell him the truth nor give him peace when you most wanted to - it made you worry where this left your future together.

As you sat yourself down in an attempt to calm down, the door opened, Huffman stood with a hand on the door, holding it open for you to exit.

“They’re here, Detective.”

You swallowed. “They? Plural?” You felt the world spin, gripping the armrest of the chair tightly.

“Yes, Sergeant Voight and Detective Halstead.”

Your knee bounced nervously, willing yourself to get up from the chair but suddenly terrified to do so.

“Detective?” Huffman prompts, nodding with his head in the direction of the corridor beyond your room.

His voice brings you back, and you blink, “Yeah, sorry.” You silently count to 3 and then spring from the chair, wincing at the tug that the motion gives on your still healing gunshot wound.

With one last glance at what had essentially been your isolation room for the past month, you swoop up the small bag and follow the agent down the hall.

Stensing stood, arms folded, resting against the desk in the meeting room Hank and Jay had been ushered into. Huffman had promised to be “right back” and had left the other three men in total silence.

Jay could not take his eyes off the door, waiting for Huffman to return and explain what the hell was happening. Voight’s jaw was set tight, occasionally staring at Stensing who made a point to avoid the Sergeant’s gaze, pretending to be interested in his phone.

There was movement outside the door, both Jay and Hank stand to almost attention, Huffman appears and gestures to an unseen figure behind him, encouraging them to step forward.

Cautiously, you enter the meeting space, body cold with nerves as you step slowly into the lion’s den. You meet Hank’s eyes first, the utter shock blooms in his expression, you then cast your eyes to a gaunt, detached-looking, Jay, his eyes wide. You’re frozen to the spot, willing yourself to move further but you can’t. It’s by some mercy that your vocal cords still work.

“Hey…” You take a shaky breath, you note Stensing and Huffman heading towards the door, and Hank’s gaze turns sharply to them.

“We’ll return once you’ve got reacquainted with Detective Y/L/N, we will… debrief then.” Hank doesn’t speak, his lips couldn’t be pressed any tighter and yet. He would absolutely not leave the building without ensuring they would take the heat for the shitshow that was your ‘death’.

With that, the door closes and you’re left in the strange silence with Voight and Jay.

You thought it would maybe be more jubilant, more like the movies where you'd go running into Jay's arms and be kissed senseless, but it's not. You're not sure what to do with that.

To your surprise, Voight moves first, Jay’s eyes never leave you, simply staring in disbelief as you feel Hank wrapping an arm around you, careful of your sling. You’re trying to discern the look in Jay’s eyes, whatever it was it wasn’t comforting, it only made you more unsettled than you had been. It’s only Hank’s voice that brings you back to his attention.

“Sarge.” You exhale, your voice is muffled against his shoulder, and you feel a strange wave of emotion come over you, it was bliss to be held by someone familiar, someone who cared about you. You hadn't been around anyone like that since before the undercover had started. The feeling was surreal. You can’t stop the tears welling up, both in relief for your safety and in rapidly growing worry at Jay’s reaction.

“You’re safe now, kid. I’m so sorry we didn’t know, we searched…” He cups your cheek gently, you are not used to seeing this side of Hank Voight, especially not towards you.

You sniff, swiping at the tears, “I know, it’s okay, they screwed us over and I had no way of getting a message to you.” When you say “They” you gesture towards the door, meaning the ATF.

“Knowing everybody would think I was dead was the worst feeling in the world, it felt like I was betraying every single person I know.”

Your head drops, that pang of guilt ever-present, Hank tilts your head back up. "You did nothing wrong, Y/N, you hear me? They let you stay as bait in that boat warehouse, they took you from the river and they didn't tell us. Believe me, hell is gonna rain down on them... What the hell happened in there, kid?" Hank queries, glancing at Jay who leans against a table, hands in a knuckle-tight grip on the edge, he looks as though he's in a trance.

You don't mean for your voice to get quieter, but you can tell Jay's struggling and you don't want to draw attention to him. "It's a long story, and I wanna tell you... It's just, maybe me and Jay could get a sec, alone?"

Hank blinks, nodding, "Of course, I'm sorry, yeah. I'll be outside if you need me." He squeezes your arm gently, eyeing Jay for one last time, before going to stand outside the room.

When the door shuts you almost flinch, putting your backpack on the table as you slowly approach Jay. Taking a deep breath, preparing yourself mentally for whatever was about to happen.

"Jay?" You whisper, not wanting to startle him from his vacant stare. "Jay, I'm so sorry, you must be in total shock. I understand, okay? I want you to know if you need time...I understand, I just... I missed you so much, and I want you to know that I love you. I love you and I have been counting the days till I could be in front of you again."

Jay's eyes are glazed with tears, and you can see his bottom lip fighting the urge to cry.

You get braver, using your good arm to reach out and touch his cheek, your hand shakes as it makes contact with warm stubbled skin. "Jay. Look at me. It's okay, I'm real, I'm here, baby."

Slowly, Jay blinks, the tears rolling down his face make you want to cry too, you can feel it coming in fact. Bubbling up from your stomach into your chest, your throat, a small sob escapes you. Stroking along Jay’s jaw as his attention turns to you. He swallows, and you smile through your tears.

“Y/N?” He murmurs, leaning into your touch, almost nuzzling.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me. I’m so sorry.” His whole body shudders with soft sobs, tucking his face into your neck as you stand between his legs, wrapping your arm around his waist. You press your lips to his hair, smelling his shampoo, planting kisses on the top of his head, his ears, “I’m right here, I’m not leaving again. I promise, and they’d have to shoot me…again.”

Jay’s head snaps up, scowling and you instantly have the good grace to look sheepish.

“Sorry, poor taste, but the sentiment still stands.” You try for a weak smile, holding on to Jay so tight, inhaling his scent, relishing his warmth, the feel of him is as commonplace for your senses as breathing.

“What happened to you?” Jay’s mouth is dry, eyes darkening at his own question.

You clear your throat, moving your hand to grasp Jay’s. “Maybe let’s call Hank in now then, hm?”

Jay nods but squeezes your hand before you move away. “Y/N, I love you so much. I never want you out of my sight.”

You want to laugh, but honestly, you felt the same right now, nodding. “I love you, Jay. More than I can stand it.”

You look at each other for several moments, and you get butterflies as you lean back in, like you were about to kiss for the very first time. You close your eyes, feeling the brush of his lips against yours, it was sweet bliss. A soft sigh escapes as you part, you feel grounded in his eyes, pressing another kiss to his lips before you will yourself to go get your sergeant.

There was some explaining to do.

It was difficult to explain how everything had escalated so fast, you had tried like hell to keep the operation in play, but once enough people on Burden’s side knew of your real identity, it was all over. ATF should have pulled you, but instead, they let it go to the ultimate extreme. It was pure luck that they had found you on the other side of the building in the river, and it was worse luck that they were the first ones there. So much could have been different if CPD or CFD had been able to get to you first.

You told them about getting shot, falling through the rotten floorboards, struggling to stay afloat in the water, screaming for help with nobody to hear over the ruckus of flames and sirens, about your pneumonia, about your ‘ban’ from communication with the outside world. You had physically and mentally been through the wringer. Voight was visibly angry, of course, and you knew he would absolutely kick up a stink on your behalf. True, witness protection was par for the course in a case like this, but it usually came with counselling for the witness and a confidentiality agreement that Hank should have been privy to.

Throughout, Jay sits beside you, that glazed-over look returns and his body is vibrating with rage. You want to hold his hand, to just go somewhere where the both of you can be left alone, but there’s something about Jay’s posturing, about his lack of communication that grows a seed of worry in your gut and chest.

You had the privilege of knowing there would probably be a time where you could go back to your life, Jay had to live each day thinking you were gone from his for good.

Voight had mentioned that he wanted to schedule an appointment for you with a CPD therapist, and now as you were sitting listening to Hank talk about what would happen next, you made a subconscious note that you would enquire with Hank privately about whether Jay could be given some sessions but with Dr Charles. You knew how your partner felt about strangers from the CPD getting into his head.

It takes another 25 minutes before you’re in the cool early dawn air of the parking lot, walking towards Hank’s SUV as Jay keeps a light supportive hand on your back. It felt like the right thing, yet at the same time, it almost felt forced. You didn’t know if you were being paranoid but you thought Jay might have been more touchy-feely upon your return, but almost immediately after the kiss, it was as though the distance had returned.

You reconcile he might not want to be affectionate in front of company, or that he is probably still in shock. You set it aside, focusing on the bliss of being able to resume your life. Hank would be visiting the ATF field office later in the day, after some shuteye, and giving them a piece of his mind. He had mentioned taking Trudy with him too, you pitied whoever was on the receiving end of that.

The ride home is quiet, and you’re grateful for it. The further you get back into the city, the more the emotions return. Chicago looked glorious under the early morning glow, you found yourself leaning on your good side to watch the world go by. You had ended up using Jay’s jacket as a pillow, a small gesture from your fiance that kept you hopeful.

Tentatively, as you got closer to your neighbourhood, you sit up a little more. Putting Jay’s jacket in your lap, you rolled out your neck and winced at the stiffness in your shoulder. Slowly you turned to look at Jay, he was looking out the other window, his hand sort of close to your leg but almost afraid to commit to touching you - like you’d disappear if he tried. Carefully you reach your hand out and brush your fingers against his, he jolts slightly but recovers, offering you a weak smile as he lets you clasp your fingers with his.

When Jay opens the front door to your apartment you want to cry, it was like being back on dry land after a storm. It smelled like home, it felt safe, it was yours and nobody was going to reach you here if you didn’t want them to.

A clearing of a throat gets your attention, “Are you hungry?” Jay asks, scratching at the back of his head. He carried himself like you weren't a cohabiter in this apartment, and you would have laughed if it weren’t for the fact that it felt so disconnected from how you and he had been with each other before your disappearance.

“Uh… not really, I’m kinda tired actually. Could use a nap, and then maybe breakfast?” You smile, wanting to see that sweet smile on his face return too. He nods, face barely lifting from neutral. There was definitely something wrong, you weren’t surprised, but you knew you had to bide your time on how to approach it. You didn’t want to pressure Jay into feeling emotions or confessing things that were difficult to confess. You could be patient, especially with him.

He gestures to the bathroom, “Sure. I’m…uh, I’m just gonna take a shower, it’s been a long night. I’ll be with you in about 15 minutes.” And with that he’s already wandering down the hall, leaving you to head to the bedroom. Silently wondering how to even process being back, wishing you could know how it was going to turn out for the both of you. You just hoped everyone at the 21st, your friends, and Will would have a reaction that you could handle.

To your total surprise, Jay doesn’t come back from his shower, in fact, he doesn’t stay at all. At around the 30-minute mark after his shower, you hear the front door close, and a message on your now nearly re-charged phone flashes. You’re surprised that Jay hadn’t cancelled the contract by now, but then again you figure he’s had a lot of things on his mind.

[Sorry, had to head back to the District, forgot to finish some things. I’ll see you later, don’t wait on me for breakfast, there’s food in the fridge and the cupboards. Love ya x]

You blinked at the screen, re-reading the words over and over. You couldn’t believe you’d come back from the literal dead and Jay had skipped out on you, and to finish it off you'd got a half-hearted “Love ya x” not an “I love you” or anything closer to sincere. You stared up at the ceiling, fingers drumming on your growling stomach, anxiety the only thing sitting in it. You had been hungry when you got home, but you had also wanted to lie down with Jay and be there whilst he got some rest. Now that was out of the window. You sigh, feeling somewhat stupid for subconsciously thinking it would be easier than this.

First you reply to Jay, hoping that communicating via text might be easier for him.

[Hey, honey. Was a little surprised that you left, but you do what you need to. I’m here if you need to talk, okay? I miss you already, come home safe. x]

Then, you hesitate on ringing Hank, but as far as you knew he was the only other person that was aware of your existence. You decide you might as well chance seeing if he was still awake and whether he could help you reach out to Will without giving your brother-in-law a heart attack.

You get a message from Jay, [Thank you, I know. See you later. X] It wasn’t an essay, but it was something, you half-expected no reply at all.

You’re about a second away from hitting Hank’s name when [BROTHER WILL] flashes up as an incoming call. You blink in surprise, laughing at the ID, it felt good to see it again. You and he had really chuckled over the title for him in your contacts, it made him sound like some sort of priest. If he was calling that meant either Hank or Jay had told him already, you were willing to wager it was your ‘freaking out, missing fiance’ that was the culprit.

Suddenly you feel nervous, hesitating before you slide the icon to answer. You take a breath, scared to speak.

“Y/N, is it really you?”

Your heart thuds, it was weird to announce your 'resurrection', “Uh…yeah, yeah, Will, it’s me. Hi.” You feel your cheeks go a dusty pink, suddenly very self-conscious, like you’d chosen to run off and disappear.

“Oh my god.” Is Will’s response, you can hear the audible exhale of his relieved energy through the phone.

“I know, I’m sorry… Uh, Will, listen this is a lot to explain over the phone. Could we meet soon? Jay’s gone back to the district, and well, I just could use the company. It’s not turning out to be the homecoming I imagined..."

“He called me, Y/N. Believe me, I wanted to chew him out, but I think this is a trauma response and I didn’t want to push it. I told him to stop by Dr Charles’ office after work… I can’t promise he will, but…” Will sighs, “I would love to see you, and we can talk about everything, and whatever you need from hereon out.

“Yeah, no, I know, I’m not mad at him, Will. It’s just, it…stings? You know? I just missed him so much, like I couldn’t breathe, and now… he still feels so far away. I want to help him through this too and to be honest, I’m glad you mentioned Dr Charles, that was going to be my suggestion. You know how he gets about CPD therapists.”

Will scoffs a laugh, humming in agreement. “Oh, I sure do. Listen, I just need to get some sleep, I just got off of shift. As soon as I’ve had a few hours, I’ll be right on over. Will you be okay?”

You do take a second to ponder the question, but decide you needed the rest yourself, a rest that came with the security of being in your own home.

“Will, I’ll be absolutely fine, take the time you need. I’m not going anywhere now.”

“You better not, Jay has been insufferable and I haven’t been much better.”

You laugh quietly, smiling, “You’re sweet. I’ll see you later, Will, it’s so good to hear from you again.”

“You too, Y/N. Like you wouldn’t believe, I’ve missed my best drinking buddy.”

“We’re back in the game, partner. See you soon.”

“See you soon, if you need anything at all, call. Okay?”

“Yeah yeah, alright mother hen. Go sleep.”

“Alright, bye for real.”

The call disconnects and you’re left in the quiet of your bedroom once more. You knew you had to stay strong but you missed Jay, and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and forget the world for a while.

In a surprising turn of events, when you woke up you had received an invite from Hank to make a brief return to the district yourself, the team had been informed of the news and understandably they were all eager to see you. They had been there that night by the river, they had been there when Jay's world fell apart, they had been there when they 'buried' you and they had to be there when life had started to carry on without you.

It was a surreal day in the bullpen, you had been pulled into tight squeezes and tearful reunions with your friends and colleagues, and you were convinced that Trudy wasn't going to let you go. From time to time you'd catch Jay's eyes, and each time it made you, in part, in a hurry to wrap up your visit to the district. You had been reading about Jay's behaviour on your phone as you sat and drank your coffee at breakfast. You were more than convinced Jay was experiencing the anger that came with grief during a loved one's passing, but you were actually here to see it.

Part of you thought you should stay at the apartment for when Jay got home from work and therapy, but the minutes alone only made you more anxious as you replayed Jay’s look of utter contempt towards you when Voight and Trudy had gently ushered you into the bullpen. The others had surrounded you with careful embraces and relieved, emotional, words of comfort. Jay’s expression was colder, distant, he had hugged you again but he could have been a stranger for all the familiarity that was lacking from the gesture.

You had no clue what work looked like for you now, you figured you'd have to do a lot of therapy and training to be declared fit for duty again. So you found yourself wrapping up the social call, using Will as the perfect get-out to leave and get away from the fear of losing your partner.

Again, on a day of surprises, Dr Charles was at Will's apartment when you had arrived, something about taking a personal period from his workday to come and see you, for which you were extremely grateful. After a lot of hugs from your brother-in-law and a lot of your own tears, the psychologist tried to reassure you and helped you put together a plan for how this could improve over time.

Yet, you were afraid of encroaching on Jay's personal space.

Later that evening you got another message from Jay, one that sunk a weight into your stomach,

[Hey, I got caught up at work, another case, I'll see you tomorrow maybe. Don't wait up. Sorry again. J x]

Carefully you typed the response, trying to not let your anger show through.

[Okay, Jay. I’m going to be at Will’s, so you can find me there. I hope you know I’m sorry for what you went through, and we can talk about how it made you feel. See you soon x]

And so as you woke up in Will's spare room the next morning, you made a decision. You would stay with Will until Jay was ready to see you, you weren't all that certain you'd cope with the lingering loneliness in an empty apartment and Will was more than accommodating. He could give you updates on his brother's movements, as well as helping you with your medications and change the dressing on your shoulder.

Will did have work so you'd been left to it during the main bulk of the day, but that was alright, it still felt warmer than home.

The team had all messaged you asking if you needed anything, including Voight who was adamant that you call or message for any reason that crossed your mind. In your chat with Jay the last time you had spoken via text caught your eye, it was from a month and two weeks before this whole thing started.

The last message on record read:

[Hey, baby. I know we just said goodbye, and you won’t read this until the operation is over, but I love you so much. And I can’t wait for you to be my wife. Be good, be safe. I’ll see you soon. Love, J x]

You sat like a robot on Will’s couch, a pint glass of water half empty and some crackers half-eaten, your fingers fiddling with a loose thread on the sleeve of your sweatshirt. You had closed the curtains, somehow the daylight made you feel too exposed. Your mind was starting to feel like it did in those early days of your convalescing at the hospital, dark and spiralling.

Will turning the key in the lock made you jump, but you composed yourself by the time he actually saw your face and you saw his. You mustered a smile, and he smiled reassuringly back even though he could clearly see you had sat there all day feeling out of sorts.

He felt like a point of safety to you right now, somehow a connection to Jay but without any of the disappointment. It also helped that he had his own first-hand experience with witness protection, something that made him easier to communicate with.

It was later into the evening now. Will managed to get you to eat some soup and watch a nature documentary with him.

You were back in the spare room now, “I got you a toothbrush, some toiletries, you know just to tide you over. You can stay as long as you need. Whatever you want in the kitchen, anything here, it’s yours alright? If you need me I’m just down the hall, day or night, come get me or ring me. I can pick up some more clothes for you tomorrow if you like…” He opens his mouth to say something about Jay but thinks better of it. You were hurting as it was, and Will needed to speak to his brother properly and work this through with him. He knew Jay was suffering too, but you would have never left him or let him think you were dead if you ever had a say in the matter. Jay would have to understand that soon enough if he didn’t already.

You nod feebly, whispering a tired, “Thanks, Will.” As you curl up on the bed, hugging yourself. Your possibly now ‘ex-brother-in-law to be’ leaves the light in the hallway on, keeping your door ajar so you don’t feel isolated from him. Coming home was supposed to make you complete again, but the hole in your heart had only got more grotesque and painful with every passing hour. The bruises, cuts and discoloured skin from your time trapped with the Burden family and the events subsequent to that were now being exchanged for a far deeper torment. There was one person you only ever wanted at the end of this hell, and now you felt as though he hated you for what you’d ‘done’. You exhale shakily, whispering to the emptiness of Will’s spare room. “I’m so sorry, Jay.” A tear rolls down your cheek as your mind spins into a fitful sleep.

Unbeknownst to you, Jay had been sent to an ‘emergency’ therapy session by Voight, earlier than Jay's scheduled time, and then he was politely albeit firmly ordered to go home and take some furlough to sort things out with you.

Jay had left his therapy session with a mountain of regret sitting on his shoulders, but ultimately clarity on everything that had transpired. Those feelings of loss, betrayal and resentment were perpetually cycling in his mind, but now he could see that you had suffered immeasurably too, and that to have been pushed away by him the past few days must have been unbearable given everything else. You had always told him that he was a safety point for you, and he had taken that away from you against your will.

"For fuck's sake, Halstead." He mutters, slamming his hand on the steering wheel.

When he gets home, he sees a note in your handwriting, Will had left it earlier on your behalf, on his way back from the hospital. It re-iterated what you had said in the message you sent. It talked about where you'd gone and that you’d be there if and when he was ready. He only feels worse to discover his detachment had actually scared you away from the apartment. He felt dizzy with the sense that his whole life, his marriage, his wife-to-be… it was all disintegrating before his very eyes, the one thing he had wished for was falling away from him again.

Getting back in his truck he drives to Will's with the intent of coming to see you and take you home, but he's frozen once he gets to the road outside the complex. He doesn't even know where to begin to apologise and make it up to you. So he sits in his truck, dozing restlessly, keeping watch over Will's apartment complex. Close by if he were needed.

It's around 2am when Jay's phone buzzes loudly along the seat next to him in the back, Jay's eyes snap open and he sits up with a groan from his uncomfortable position across the passenger seats of his truck. Bleary eyes squint at the bright light, fingers fumbling to slide the icon to answer Will's call.

The sounds in the background make his blood run cold, he can hear an edge to Will's tone.

"Man, I don't care where you are or what mood you're in, if you're sober and safe to drive, get here now. It's Y/N, she needs you."

With that, the call ends and before Jay knows it he's sprinting towards the complex's front entrance to get to you.

End of Part 8

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lostmyremembrall · 1 year

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congratulations on 1K! you definitely deserve it! I absolutely adore your characterization for tom, and am always so excited whenever you post!

I would love to join the event if it's still going on! could i request the diadem (👑)? my name’s jennifer, im a slytherin, and i grew up with tom at wools orphanage. im physically affectionate, love to read and explore, and i like to joke around, lightly flirt with, and tease people. i normally keep most people at arms length though, so its rare for me to become close to anyone. when i truly care for someone though, i love to spoil them and spend time with them. i normally seem unapproachable, but im actually pretty friendly. im sure that after enough time has passed, id have fallen for tom, but i don't think he'd be interested, so im sure id bottle it up inside of me.

sorry if thats too detailed! i got carried away thinking about it! would it be possible to do tom riddle era (1930's - 1940's)?

once again, thank you for the fun event, and i hope you enjoy writing for our lord and savior tom riddle as much as we all enjoy reading your stories! 💚

👑𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝓙𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓻

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! As I was writing this, I kept thinking how perfect of a pair you and Tom would make! But alas, you've asked for a diadem so I'll stick to your storyline of unrequited love.

I am sorry this took so long, and I appreciate your patience! I'm also sorry that this got rly long. I feel like it ended up being more like a fanfic rather than an HC. If you're not happy with it, or feel like this character isn't really you (especially the decision you make to forgive Tom at the end), feel free to DM and I'll redo it!

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐽𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 1𝐾 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡! Now closed

𝐎𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

You were born the same year as Tom. With Tom's birthday being the last day of the year, you are always older than him, a fact Tom's not particularly fond of.

It took a long time for Tom to come around, but he had plenty of time to observe you and understand you as a person before approaching you for an alliance.

Needless to say, surviving an orphanage in the 1920s brought you and Tom close.

You two had to stick together in these hard times if it meant surviving your childhood. The malnutrition. Cholera. Tuberculosis. The flu. There were plenty of opportunities for either of you to die.

When the two of you were being scolded by Mrs. Cole, you two would hold hands together in solidarity.

Even with your eyes turned to the floor, you knew Tom was next to you, going through the same thing. And that was comfort enough for the two of you.

That meant if either had a chance to steal some food from the local vendors, you were sharing it.

One time, Tom managed to steal a candy bar called 'Milky Way' from America.

As malnourished children, the two of you ate that up in minutes.

It's one of your fond memories, hiding in the alleyway after school as the two lick your fingers clean.

Tom knew you were loyal, a trait he most appreciated about you. He knew that whatever he did to other orphans, you weren't going to rat on the Matron.

Tom displayed his magic first, and of course, he showed it to you and you only.

When you displayed your magic, he was disappointed at first, that he wasn't the special one.

But, as soon as he realised that his magic was superior to yours (and everyone's, the nerve of him), he grew to appreciate that he can share this with his closest friend.

It felt like winning the lottery when you both got the visit from Dumbledore.

The world was your oyster, free to explore and take to your content with Tom.

Visiting Diagon Alley together, and shopping for Hogwarts as you two experienced everything new, is also one of your cherished memories.

A sense of solidarity brought you two even closer, to challenge and learn about the new world together. You two were literally inseparable.

A lot of your time is spent with Tom, exploring the wizarding world, whether through books or in real life.

After spending your first night in the Slytherin dorm, you and Tom met up to discuss. You both agreed that, in order to survive this pureblood frenzied house, it would be wise not to disclose about the muggle orphanage you two grew up in.

𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬

You are an excellent student, always learning and reading.

Professors do notice your teasing remarks in class when someone embarrasses themselves. But, some professors enjoy your comments and are more lenient than others as long as it's not too disruptive.

You're quite good at Care for Magical Creatures.

After having to take care of some creatures during class, some of these beasts really grew on you.

You spoil them by stealing some food from the kitchen or the Great Hall, giving them a taste of "real food" as you say.

In the later years, when you and Tom stopped sneaking into the kitchen, this comforted you and replicated the endearing memories of sharing food with Tom.

Being the high-achieving Slytherin that you are with the actual ability and interest in classes, you easily make it to prefect.

Dumbledore is somewhat cautious of you, suspecting that you might be enabling Tom.

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

You may be intimidating at first, but you end up being quite popular as people figure out that you're friendly and kind, unlike some of the Slytherins.

Your jokes and teases are funny, and everyone knows it's always a fun time when you're involved.

Others may think they know you quite well.

But, you know that they don't know the real you. You wouldn't call them your close friends.

Really, the only person that would fit that category is Tom, who's practically known you for your entire life.

With your fun, flirty nature and teases, some people turn bright red, not used to the direct advances. And they love that. They love your attention and tease.

Needless to say, you get quite a few letters from secret admirers.

(𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝) 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐦

The first few years felt just like before with Tom, just in a different environment.

Sneaking out of the dorm at night to explore the castle.

Stealing some late-night dessert from the kitchen to eat on top of the Astronomy Tower, enjoying the sugar that is definitely a luxury back home.

Sneaking into the Forbidden Forest. Exploring Hogsmeade.

Only Tom got your special attention. You would spoil him with your time and love and gifts.

Tom was the same. He truly cared for you and you only, and he expressed his appreciation for you in a similar way.

Before you go to sleep, you'd find a small box, hidden underneath your pillow.

However Tom got into the girl's dorm will remain a mystery.

Sometimes, they're notes detailing the earnest feelings he couldn't confide to anyone else. His anxiety. His fears. His joy.

Oftentimes, they're expensive jewellery, maybe purchased, maybe stolen.

"The prettiest jewellery for the prettiest girl I know"

The note would say in a childish attempt at being suave.

But, starting 4th year, things began to feel different. He's grown tall. His intellectual eyes always looking straight ahead. His sharp cheekbones and jawlines signalling his approaching adulthood.

You began to feel a flutter in your heart every time he caught your eyes in class.

At the same time, you noticed a change in Tom as well. You couldn't quite place it, but it felt like he was growing out of your reach.

Like you weren't just two kids that goof around anymore.

Some would say that's only natural as children begin to recognise the changes and differences between the genders. But, you felt like there was something more than just that.

He would spend hours in the library, researching something.

It no longer seemed like having fun exploring with you was the priority for Tom, as he focused on his studies and his achievements.

His talents were unheard of, and you felt the bitterness that he was going to places you cannot follow.

He would still hang out with you, though it was no longer just you he hung out with. Abraxas Malfoy, Lestrange, Avery, and a few other Slytherins began taking up Tom's time.

It seemed like they were meeting late at night without you. When you inquired Tom about it, he merely chuckled,

He'd lift your chin up with his fingers with a smirk

"Wouldn't want to join some vulgar conversation of teenage boys, do you?"

You'd freeze under his teasing gaze. Who wouldn't?

Taking your silence as a cue for agreement, Tom would run his thumb over your cheeks.

"Now, smile - for me."

Countless times you've thought about telling him, writing to him about how you felt about him.

But, you'd see his large shoulders, hunched over the table as he focused on assignments or creating new spells

And every time, you'd end up swallowing the words, knowing Tom had his mind set on things greater than romance.

It's in the late 5th year when you begin to worry about Tom's mental health.

One night, he comes bursting into your room. Agitated, he is pacing back and forth in front of you.

He knows your loyalty, so he knew he could only come to you to open up about the murder he's just committed.

It finally dawns on you what had been distancing you from Tom this whole time.

It was his hidden obsession with his family line, the Dark Arts, his rage and vengeance: all of the things Tom had kept from you this whole time.

You place a comforting hand on his trembling cheeks as he looks up to you with teary eyes, almost pleading silently, as if begging for your forgiveness. Your acceptance.

As you look into his eyes, his face line still retaining a bit of that youthful innocence, you'd wonder 'where it all went wrong.'

Where did your Tom go? That endearing boy who would steal candy bars for you. That kind, protective boy who would gift you jewellery, calling you his 'one and only.'

You seriously pondered, whether you recognised the Tom in front of you. Whether you were ready to forgive him.

But still, you couldn't get the image of his kind smile out of your mind. The way he used to smile before it all went to shit.

His soft lips curved in a similar way, still. His eyes still shimmered innocently, still.

In the end, you made him promise not to delve into Dark Arts again. It ends here.

And that he'll come to you whenever his rage and vengeance overtook him.

Tom flashed the most beautiful smile up at you. A tear pouring out in relief.

He took your hands and hastily pressed his lips to it, causing you to feel a clenching pang in your heart.

"I promise, Jennifer," he said with a smile. "I won't let you down."

We all know that Tom wouldn't keep his promise.

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kasumikoujou · 1 year

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(very) long rant related to me drawing for enstars below cut (not positive)

as much as i wouldnt want to speak ab it, enstars (in general. the game, not the fandom at all, i love all of you) is making me severely depressed. its fun to talk about it with people and discuss it and whatever but if i am to stay by myself and randomly think of it, or if i have a week off, time by myself, empty days with nothing to do i get locked inside and get sad cause of it. im sorry cause i know it sounds very silly for my favorite games to feature extremely heavy topics and dark contents (regarding the megaten series), and yet a stupid idol game makes me downright depressed with no will to think about anything anymore, it is how it is. im kind of in a slump now because drawing enstars was the first time in my whole life, as ive been struggling for a long time, that i got major popularity over my art. so even though it makes me feel as is, id cope with my real life and try to postpone thinking about this, and just keep on drawing it because im happy to finally have my art recognized after countless and countless of useless attempts. now that i tried placing my attention towards other things, like twst and the new pokemon game, ive been feeling exceedinly happier, despite having had a lot of time off these weeks with nothing to do.. though getting back to drawing enstars reminds me once again of my intrusive thoughts. i do not wish to have to keep on drawing enstars because for one, i do enjoy drawing women way more as ive stated several times, and with how its making me feel like you could all understand why its a slump and a chore for me, in a way, to keep drawing for this fandom. another thing is i also dont wish to lose the friends and mutuals i made by drawing for this fandom, i know many tend to unfollow once an artist no longer draws for one specific fandom anymore, its understandable, but i feel like i would sincerely miss a lot of people that ive had around me so far, anons, people ive only spoken with thru asks or even friends i made due to this. (though im aware i wouldnt -hopefully- lose people ive bonded with over this)

its really hard for me to decide whether to keep on drawing for this or not, if i can overcome my thoughts one day or not, and im sorry if i wont be able to fulfill all the requests all of you have made, and if you would unfollow, thanks for the support up until now 💖

* i will not be deleting any of my old works from anywhere, they will all still be here for all of you to view, as for im even extremely happy with a lot of pieces ive made for this fandom, so dont worry about that

#the sumi rambles

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noroi1000 · 2 years

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Hi there! i hope its okay if i send in an request for a match up?☺️ if so id love one for Jujutsu Kaisen! i am a 1 on the enneagram and a virgo so i am quite the perfectionist and like to have things in a specific order as much as possible and also be in control. i am also an INFJ but i can still act extroverted around the right people but i just find my social battery runs out quickly. I am compassionate and like to help out others even if it is just in some small way. I also like to joke around an try not to take things too seriously but i am still told i am pretty wise. i can take charge in situations, especially if no one else is just to try keep things easier for others. i can also be pretty forgetful lol and i often have a hard time asking for help. i am really tall at about 5’9” ish and i have collarbone length brown hair and grey eyes. I like to go hiking, watching movies (especially horror), painting, and baking since i have always had the biggest sweet tooth!

thank you so much if you have time to do this and if not no worries at all! ☺️ i hope you have the best day possible! <3 🌷

I think your Jujutsu Kaisen matchup is

Kento Nanami

I think it is him, because you both have certain behaviors that may indicate whether or not you want to be in someone's company. It's okay to be quiet in new company. You need space for yourself. And knowing only a person's first and last name cannot say much.

Nanami has something that makes her dislike people. He absolutely doesn't like them. Stoic behavior can sometimes turn you off.

He likes to be alone and to be alone, because then no one will disturb him. It's not like he doesn't like all people. He also tolerates extroverts. He sees nothing wrong with the different behaviors. But he prefers peace.

He doesn't like clutter. He needs to know where what's left of the midwife, and if something goes missing, he'll be pissed.

He is an overwhelmed person and certainly on time. He cares about his appearance to make it look presentable. Perfection will often be shown.

Even though he may hang out with other people, he really prefers to be alone after a while. Sit quietly in a separate and quiet place.

He gets pissed off at childish antics, but tolerates it in children.

He doesn't see a problem in sitting in a room with someone, but often after a while he gets fed up and would rather finish. But there would probably be people with whom he could sit for hours.

Jokes aren't for him, and he takes almost everything seriously. (He might joke with someone close to him). He is often too serious even for the people around him. But he tries to help people. He is the one who, despite saying differently, wants to keep others safe.

Headcanon:

• Your presence was nothing special to him. You did not disturb him, nor did he enjoy it. It didn't matter to him. Or so it might seem.

• He liked it when you were around. Or you talked to him. You knew the moderation of madness. He didn't even mind that you were using your social energy with him. And even after it was exhausted, you could still talk to him.

• He thought he had found a person with whom he could live normally. After all, someone was so organized. Prepared plans, prepared for what may come. Even if you forgot something sometimes, he didn't take it into account. What mattered was your desires, and mostly a personality that matched his.

• He didn't mind if you said what he was supposed to do. He did what you told him. It's not like you ruled him. You had your vision of how to do it, and you just guided how it was to be done.

• He saw you blocking yourself. Sometimes you had a hard time with something. Maybe he wanted you to ask for help a few times, but he knew later that when he sees you have a problem with something, he has to help. Even if you don't ask him, he will come over and will try to help as much as he can.

• You knew his behavior, and he saw your concern. You might have been worried about him when he was working longer than he should have, but he had to finish what he was doing. That's why you often offered him anything. He often refused, but sometimes he took what you gave him.

• Watching movies is fine for him. There are no specific preferences. He can also cook with you. Especially freshly baked bread with toppings.

• You could change him so he doesn't take everything seriously. A joke or a carefree conversation about anything that is not related to a serious matter. He was learning that too. It is important that with the right people.

"Did you bring me coffee? Thank you, but I'm finishing here. You did not have to. No, you don't have to help me. Have you finished your work yet? Oh. I see. I'll come to help you soon. Everyone has some difficulties with something. ...I thought so, (y / n)... What do you think to go somewhere tonight...?

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen matchups #anime matchup #jujutsu kaisen nanami

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1994sunflower · 3 years

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hey! i was wondering if you could write on where they f*ck whilst on a call with the rest of the band and they tease her?

I hope I did this request justice it was sosososo hot to think about.

in which ashton and calum listen

Michael declined the ringing phone for nearly the fifth time in only a span of a few minutes. He did it without thinking about it, frustration more than anything bubbling up as he didn’t even bother looking at who was calling him or wondering why they were doing so so much. It didn’t matter.

Not when you were looking up at him doe-eyed with his cock in your mouth. You had paused, a twinkle of annoyance in your eyes at the disruption. Sucking your boyfriend’s big cock was always enjoyable and always left you dripping wet and moving your hips against the air behind you from how turned on you were, how much more you wanted. But not when you were interrupted every few minutes. You always stopped, just to give him space to answer if he wanted, you always thought of him. But he just pushed your head down to take him further again like he had done all the past times his phone rang.

“Suck.” He commanded you to continue.

Michael’s tattooed hand tangled in your hair and took a hold of it roughly, almost painfully but all you did was let out a moan around him and feel your pussy clench emptily. Your boyfriend bucked his hips almost imperceptibly at the vibration of your sound before he pushed your head down, forcing you to take him completely until you gagged around his length. By the groan and silent fuck, yeah, love your mouth so much he let out as he threw his head back to fall against the wall behind him, you were sure that was his goal.

Michael was sitting on his bed, his back against the wall the head of his bed was on. For once, he was the naked one as his legs spread enough to fit your small body between them. You were still fully clothed but on your knees on his mattress and bent over, ass in the air, to be level with his crotch. Your hand was fisting the part of his cock you couldn’t fit inside your mouth, though not being able to wrap your hand fully around his girth. But somehow, seeing your small hand and mouth failing to be able to take all of him, how big he was in every sense of the word compared to you, just made him twitch in your warm, wet mouth.

You had begun bobbing your mouth up and down along his length again, sucking him eagerly and letting your tongue flatly lick the underside of his shaft and kiss his tip. Your hands twisted around his base as his hand tightened its hold in your hair as you moaned around him. His groans, eyes closed as he focused completely on the pleasure his good little girlfriend was giving him, and sometimes breathy praises keeping you going animately. Until his phone rang again.

You whined as you pulled yourself off of him with a lewd popping sound and a strand of spit connecting your lips to his bulbous tip. And as he stared at that erotic scene in front of him, he wanted to break something for being denied you.

“Who is it?” You pouted, like a child being denied her favorite toy. Your hand, still around him, moved along his dick, jerking him off almost distractedly as you waited just to finally be able to take him in your mouth again like you were practically drooling for.

You already missed his size in your mouth, having to open wide to adjust to it, the feeling of his sensitive skin, twitching and hardened, and the pleasured sounds you could arouse from him.

Michael growled in frustration, his eyes telling you just how angry he was at the disruption to his enjoyment. It was the same cold and angry look many poor souls saw right before getting beat up. For the first time, he picked up the phone that was laid next to him and actually looked at the Caller ID.

“It’s fucking Ashton.” His voice was gruff. He was going to murder his best friend. If it was anyone else he might’ve already started making plans as to how. His finger was already hovering over the decline button, having half a mind to turn it off completely when he tugged you closer to his shaft again. Already missing the warmth of your mouth and the feeling of your breath against his sensitivity. “Just keep-”

“Answer it. Maybe it’s important.” He wasn’t sure how to tell you that there was little much of anything else he considered more important than having his girlfriend suck him off right then and there.

But he only mumbled before swiping to accept the call. If he didn’t, you’d be worried like the sweetheart you were and besides, he never could deny you.

It didn’t mean he’d be happy about it. He put his phone on speaker and held it up just a few inches away from his mouth. “What the fuck do you want? You better have a good fucking reason for calling me right now.”

He saw the way you frowned at his meanness but he ignored your look, he could only be so good before he reached his limit. His mind was still focused on the way you still pumped him; he was still so hard.

“Okay, geez dude. Sorry!” Ashton didn’t sound sorry at all, actually. “Not like we haven’t been waiting for you for the past twenty minutes or anything.”

Michael wasn’t sure what he meant by that. But he did know that if his too-kind girlfriend’s mind started to wonder too, then you’d feel so bad about distracting him from whatever meeting his friends thought they had together that you’d stop completely. And he couldn’t allow that. Not when he hasn’t even cum yet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He answered, half paying attention as he took a hold of your arm, pulling your body so that you were completely bent over again, your mouth just inches from his tip.

You were gazing at him with uncertainty, no doubt thinking about the fact that he was still talking to Ashton and how impolite it would be to disrupt his conversation with his friends. Especially at how embarrassing it would be should you be caught. But Michael couldn’t give less of a shit, his priorities were set. Whether it was impolite or whether Ashton or Calum would know what was going on or not.

Michael just ran his fingers in your hair, hoping to relax you a little, to silently tell you it was okay and to just continue what Michael so deeply wanted you to. Just like he was weak for you, you were helpless but to do what you both wanted.

Your mouth took him in again, paying special attention to his tip, kissing and licking at it especially before wrapping your tempting lips around him entirely. The pleasure was almost dizzying. So good. He almost felt his hips twitch when you hallowed your cheeks. His eyes closed again involuntarily, so utterly at peace with the feeling of your tongue on him as you did your best to fit most of him in your mouth. Almost forgetting he was on a call. Not really caring once he did remember. His girl was the only thing on his mind.

He almost couldn’t process it when Ashton scoffed, “Bullshit. I reminded you this morning before I left.”

Michael’s eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion before Calum spoke up, voice just as loud as Ashton meaning they were sitting right next to each other. “We were going to pre-game before the party at my frat? Ring a bell? You said you were down.”

There was a vague memory in Michael’s mind of Ashton telling him something about that, about not forgetting, that it was tonight. He remembered nodding dismissively, he wouldn’t forget. But he also remembered how easily that all left his mind the moment you arrived, bouncy and beautiful as always. With a mischievous glint in your eyes that he always felt giddy at seeing because it was so rare for you, knowing what was to come, what you would be whining for. And he was never one to deny you anything.

The slurping and filthy gawking sounds that came each time you sucked and moved up and down on his shaft were growing both in number and volume the more into it you got. Even some of the moans that accidentally escaped you at how much you loved to have your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth.

The sudden silence coming from the other end of the line should have been enough to tell Michael that his activities were being discovered. But either Michael didn’t notice or didn’t care. He never moved to take himself off speaker. But he took notice when you grew alarmed and shy at being caught at something so personal and lewd. His hand went to the top of your head, a silent way to tell you not to stop.

He let out an unashamed groan, “I’m not going. Y/N came over.”

Honestly, with what Calum and Ashton were imagining right then, they couldn’t blame him.

“Fuck dude, are you-?”

As if to answer the unfinished question, Michael thrusted up into your throat enough for the gagging sound to reach the speakers on his phone, enjoying the feeling of you choking around him. But it really wasn’t with that goal in mind. Your newly tentative movements, due to you being very aware of possibly being caught, had slowed you down much more than Michael wanted.

But Michael had no problem taking control when needed. His hand was pulling you up and down onto his length by your hair. Thrusting up into you with the rhythm he put upon you, his head thrown back, eyes closed at the pleasure. Feeling your fingers press against his naked thighs was enough for him to shiver. By the time he had both of his hands in your hair, keeping you still, you were already whimpering against him. Apparently your pretty little mind had glazed over the fact that he was still very much on the call, forgetting the shyness that had taken over you a few second ago. That Calum and Ashton were still very much listening.

“Fuck, that’s it. Just like that.” Michael’s rough voice praised, strained because of the pleasure, made it clear he didn’t care either. It wasn’t like it was the first time they’d heard you two go at it. “That’s my girl, take my fucking cock.”

His hips began to thrust into your small throat, perfectly molded to fit his cock, and only his. He had trained your throat for that. He thrust deep, hearing you gag and feeling your throat close around him with each time his tip reached the back of your throat. He kept himself there, pushing your head down deeper, forcing himself further back in your throat. It was sadistic and he could hear your muffled sounds and the tears prickling your eyes but as you looked up at him through your lashes, holding onto him tighter and your hips swinging behind you, he knew you were just fine to be like that. His toy to fuck.

When he finally relented, letting you pull away enough just to breath, he heard the choking, stuttering breath you took. His cock was dripping with your spit but that didn’t deter you from moaning around him as you savored the taste of him and his pre-cum when you deep throated him again.

It was then that Calum and Ashton seemed to get past the shock and dry throats. It was hot. To imagine you, sweet and gentle you who they knew was too small to take anything of Michael’s easily, doing something so dirty while being treated so roughly had them hard just hearing it. Imagining it.

“Shit, is she sucking you off right now?” Calum’s voice came through the nearly forgotten phone at his side and Michael couldn’t help the pride in his eyes as he looked down at your tiny figure in between his legs doing just that.

He yanked at your hair roughly, pulling you off of him enough for him, and his friends over the phone, to be able to hear you whimper, lips against the head of his cock. You almost looked pathetic. And he felt his almost painful hard-on at the sight.

Michael looked at you when he spoke directly to his friends, “Yeah. She lets me fuck her throat like a fucking slut, too. She’s so good with her mouth.”

“I bet, if it sounded like that” Both Calum and Ashton groaned in unison, they really couldn’t blame Michael for bailing on their plans now.

Somehow, hearing all three of them talk about you like you weren’t even there had your pussy trembling even more than before. Your smile was broken from the rough way he had taken your mouth but you still obeyed him when he tapped your lips with the head of his dick. Opening your mouth and taking him to the hilt, until your nose touched his abdomen before you pulled back and did it all over again.

You barely heard the mumbled good girl from his lip. But it wasn’t until you heard Ashton’s voice that you froze, as if reminded that you were being listened to. All the dirty things you had just done, were done in front of an audience.

“Didn't know your girl was so needy.” His usually friendly and sweet tone suddenly sounded teasing and demeaning. “I probably should’ve though. Always the ones that pretend they’re so innocent that like it rough.”

Michael smirked down at you, his eyes never leaving yours making it known how purposely he chose his words. “You should hear what she’s like when I’m inside her.”

Your entire body burned. You wanted more, needed more. Just like you did when you arrived to his home, horny and needy. When he told you to get on your knees and work for it, though you had already been crawling towards him on the bed.

Now driven by the hitches of breath you hear over the phone, their silent groans. You didn’t care anymore that his friends were listening to how much of a whore you were, listen to each lewd sound of you sucking off your boyfriend or even more. Maybe it was a testament to his corruption of your pure person, to one who cared only about him, and getting fucked by him, to care about modesty - someone who delighted in the thought of others being witness to just how good you were for your boyfriend and just how good he made you feel.

When you released him from your mouth, you were sure your wetness was dripping all over his sheets.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, your soft cheek resting against his hard dick, looking up at him with begging eyes, “please.”

Neither could deny the way their hands went to palm themselves through their pants at the sound of you so softly, high pitched, called your boyfriend such a dominant title. You heard a chuckle from the phone followed by a mocking laugh.

“Aww, she’s begging. How cute.”

“Just fuck her, mate. Put her out of her misery.”

Maybe you should be pouting at their teasing but if it got your boyfriend to stretch you open, you welcomed the sting of humiliation that followed their words. Being seen as nothing but a fucktoy at the moment.

Sharing this intimate moment with you was only because they were his best friends. It was the only reason he’d given them this glimpse that they should be honored to be guests to. But one he was using not so subtly to boast, how lucky he was to have you, how only he could give you pleasure. That you were his, sucking his dick, fucking him. No one else could have you. Even them, no matter how close he let them get. No matter how much they wanted to.

Michael looked almost arrogant when he took you by the back of your thighs, pushing you up until you were stranding up. Enough for your clothed pussy to rub against his cock. The sensation was enough for you to start grinding on him. You’d waited for so long, you couldn’t even remember how long you’d been blowing him before the phone rang. There was still spit on your chin to prove it.

You yelped when you felt him spank you but his eyes showed almost no emotion which caused you to clench your walls. He looked so hot under you, the tattoos on his upper body under your hands and his dick erect for you. “Let them hear how good you can ride me, little one.”

His thick fingers pushed your panties to the side just enough for you to sink down on him. You were so wet, he slid in with ease despite your tight walls. Especially excited at the rare opportunity to ride him. A satisfied moan left you, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head at the feeling of being split open by his thickness. Finally.

Michael stayed laying down, gazing up at his girlfriend, looking so little as she bounced on his lap feverishly. Groans left him as he let you set the pace, pleasuring yourself using him. But despite you being on top, it was very clear who was in charge by the bruising grip he had on your hips as he helped you move up and down his length. You were so small, even the width of your body was only half of his broad one.

The sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room each time your thighs met when you sheathed him entirely inside of your drooling cunt. Your skirt was pushed up, around your waist worthlessly, giving Michael a clear view of where you were connected.

“So-ngh-so good, Mikey. Feels so good.” You were babbling on him, your back arching. Breaths coming out short. Every once in a while, you ground against him, swiveling your hips. “Y-you fuck me so good. Love your big cock, daddy, feel so full!”

“Fuck, she is a slut.” You weren’t even thinking straight with how dizzy the pleasure made you to recognize who said it. But you weren’t out of it enough not to hear the ‘slicking’ sounds over the phone that made it clear Ashton and Calum had given up modesty with each other and were pumping their cocks to the hot sounds of you getting fucked by their friend. Which just made you move your hips faster.

“Hear that?” Michael grunted out as you kept riding him. “They can hear how much of a fucking cock hungry whore you are.”

You were shaking your head at his words, whining as if to deny them but you kept moaning and riding him faster, clamping down on him with your walls, suffocating him in the best way. You felt each drag of his cock against you. He moved you forward by your hips to heighten the delicious sensation of feeling you against and around him, hissing. “You’re so fucking tight.”

It was only when you leaned down, your face just a few inches away from Michael’s so that your hips were what moved his cock in and out of you that Michael saw the large blush adorning your face.

He sat up without you expecting it. The only reason you didn’t fall was because of his arm that wrapped around your waist. Your small hands landed on his strong, tattooed shoulders instinctively.

Even on his lap, straddling him while still grinding on his cock, Michael was taller than you. It was instinctive when you opened your mouth and let him slowly, sensually, let a glob of his spit drop onto your tongue. You almost moaned when you swallowed it but the gentleness ended when he spit in you again, faster this time and you felt a sharp slap to your cheek following it.

You distinctly heard the curses that left the phone at the visuals they imagined of Michael slapping you around, manhandling you in whichever way he pleases.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy. After showing them how much of a messy cockslut you are. Fucking me during a phone call…dirty fucking girl. Can’t think of anything except daddy’s cock. You like that they’re listening to how good I fuck you, don’t you?” Then his grip on your waist tightened enough for him to start thrusting up into you. Hammering into your poor little cunt at a rough, fast pace - even more so than the one you had set for yourself. He groaned deeply. You cried out, gasping and writhing in his arms as he pounded into you mercilessly. Broken sentences were the only thing that could leave your mouth. You felt him so deep inside you.

You already felt that heat in your belly, the sign of your release keeping up on you as your big boyfriend used your body. It felt so good, the pleasure you had been vying for all day. The way you tightened around him, hips stuttering was enough to tell Michael you had cum, along with how much wetter you’d gotten, your cum mixed in with each thrust as he continued pummeling into you within stopping. It’d been building up for so long, you couldn’t be blamed for cumin so quickly.

The back of your thighs and his were drenched. But your scream was enough to tell Ashton and Calum know how you had creamed all over Michael’s dick. Their hands moved faster as they jerked themselves off, their minds focused on you.

You couldn’t even think coherently, your eyes half closed and mouth open to stream out moans. Let alone being able to wrap your mind around Michael handing you his phone and pushing it up to your ears, off of speaker but loud enough that he, so close to you in position, could still hear the two boys at the other end of the line. His hips still thrusting into you, so deep that he bottomed out into you each time.

“Tell them what I’m doing to you.”

And then it was your moans being filtered directly to them, the distant sound of slapping skin the only other thing Calum and Ashton could hear as you bounced up and down on his fat cock.

It was embarrassing, especially being able to hear Ashton and Calum’s groans, knowing they were witnessing this weak, dirty part of you so different from how they usually saw you. Your breath hitched.

But it was Calum’s sweet voice, drenched in a gravelly arousal, that you heard first, “Go on. Tell us how good you’re getting fucked in front of us.”

You didn’t answer right away - you couldn’t. It was too much. Hearing his voice in that moment, commanding you to follow your boyfriend’s orders. Knowing that you had him weak just with your sounds. It was a thrill. And your face was fucked out at the feeling of the circumstances as you moaning as you were racked by Michael’s rough thrusts. Your submission so cute to watch, and hear, unfold.

Your hand could barely hold onto his phone, fit for his larger hand not your trembling one. “H-He’s fucking m-my pussy so deep. C-Can’t—so rough. Gonna cum again.”

You sounded as fucked out as you looked.

Ashton spoke next, sounding almost amused with your inability to work your brain while being stuffed with your boyfriend’s dick. “Yeah? Feels good?”

Your sounds of agreement were muffled. “S-Sososo good. Mikey’s so big! He’s stretching me open. H-He always makes me feel so good, only he can fuck me. My pussy is his. I’m his. Only a slut for him.”

You were cut off by your own squeals; as if to reward your words that made Michael feel so boastful and powerful, he raised the shirt that was still on your body. Until it uncovered your bra-covered tits to him. Even then he just roughly pulled up your bra, not bothering to even remove it. Just enough to give him access toy our bare chest, jiggling up and down with his sharp thrusts. He all but smothered his face as he encased his mouth around your nipple.

All you could do was arch your back, pushing your tits further into his mouth and his head further into them. One of your hands went to hold the back of his head gently to hold him there as you took pleasure as he sucked your tits while his arm around you pushed you as deeply and closer into him as possible.

“Yes.” You clenched around him at the sensation, as if to force his thick cock to stay inside you, so tightly Michael’s drilling into you grew slower as he fought against your walls. But eventually, he picked up his pace again. Until you could barely breathe with how fast he was fucking up into you, his pace bruising and his cock hitting the spots that had you weak. You barely heard his growl of Mine against your skin. His tongue swirling against your tits, biting at them gently.

It was so hot.

For the second time, you could feel the tension again as your release crawled closer. Your moans were louder than before, this time directly into the phone speaker not that you had any trace of bashfulness anymore.

“Fuck listen to her.” Calum said, you could practically hear the breathy way he talked. His head thrown back as his hips thrusted into his own palm, desperately imagining the way your hips would move, the way your cunt would be soaked. His hand tightened around himself to mimic your tightness. “You sound so fucking hot.”

He was only saying that because Michael couldn’t hear him. He had to make do with teasing you with his words, making you feel exactly what you were doing to him. And that’s just what his words did. You whined, grinding into Michael desperately at the praise.

“Bet you look so pretty like that.” Ashton said as he spit on his palm before returning his hand to his cock, “Riding a cock that’s too big for you. Like letting yourself be used like a fucking toy, don’t you?”

“Michael!” You moaned out his name even as you listened to his friend’s words through the phone. You were so close.

But Ashton wasn’t done. “You’d feel so fucking good, so tight. Michael was right. Such a needy slut, fucking her boyfriend in front of his best friends and liking it. Making him miss his plans.”

“And here we-fuck-thought you were such a good girl, smiling and innocent.” Ashton’s hand moved faster against himself.

You were whimpering at his words, at his teasing. “I’m s—orry. I-I didn’t mean t-to.” You slurred, “Just needed him.”

“Y-Yeah? You didn’t m-mean to?” Calum mocked your stuttering cruelly. Sounding so similar to your mean boyfriend and you felt yourself at once have tears settle in your eyes at the humiliation and get impossibly wetter. The lewd squelching each time Michael moved in and out of you was loud. It was too much. The sensation of Michael driving into you and just how good his friends’ teasing words felt.

“It’s okay, you can’t help yourself.” He continued, cooing at you teasingly. “You’re just a brat who only thinks about cock - bet you even like that we’re getting off on you. Thinking about how good you’d look bouncing on our cocks. We’d fuck you good just how you like it. Too bad Michael never learned to share. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“‘m not! ‘m not a brat ” You moaned, heart thumping rapidly at what he was suggesting. You could almost see their own big cocks in their hands. You licked your lips. Michael really had turned you into a cock-addicted whore. “I’m a good girl. I’m Mikey’s good girl.”

“Hmm…” Ashton grunted, “Prove it. Keep moaning nice and loud. I’m so fucking close. You’re going to cum again aren’t you? So fucking messy.”

“Say our names when you cum.” Calum chuckled and you heard Ashton’s incredulous laugh right beside him as your cheeks burned. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You’d only ever moan Michael’s name, the man who was fucking into you so well like only he would ever be able to do. But the thought of it set a fire in your belly all the same.

And almost as if Michael could hear what he had said, his eyes narrowed in concentration and possessiveness despite everything. “You’re mine.” He grunted out, “All fucking mine. Gonna let them hear how I fuck my cum into you. How you’re built to only take my cock and cum.”

“Yesyesyes, give me your cum, daddy. Please, cum inside me.” The words of all three of them were enough to have you cumming around your boyfriend’s girth almost immediately. Dropping the phone all together and leaving Ashton and Calum to cum into their own hands at your words, imagining it on your skin instead, at the now more echoey sounds of your moans of completion, repeating Michael’s name almost like a mantra in the haze of pleasure.

Even as his hips continued to slam up into yours, despite your overstimulated core. Until he held you still, biting at your skin with a deep groan as he released inside of you. Thick ribbon of cum filled you completely, with pleased sounds leaving your mouth at the sensation.

Only then did he let you fall back on the bed, weak and tired. Finally letting go of your tiny body he had been holding close to him, keeping you on his cock. He had given you exactly what you wanted, what you arrived to his house knowing he could give you. And the experience was so much hotter than you expected, especially with his friends’ teasing and dirty words that showed you just how hot they saw you.

Michael watched as you laid there, legs open with a mixture of both of your cums trickling down your leg. His cum that couldn’t fit inside you, white at your entrance. The sight drove him wild.

But he controlled himself from abusing your sensitive cunt again. He had to handle something first. He picked up the abandoned phone, the one you set aside because you would drop anything and everyone for him. Always.

He didn’t even have to speak when he put his phone up to his ear as you laid there silently, mind fuzzy. Both of you were breathing heavily from the exertion of the rough fuck. Ashton spoke before he had to.

“Don’t brag, dude.” And Michael couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face. It was exactly what he wanted to do, the feeling of pride swelling inside him. He had just fucked his hot girlfriend, knowing his two friends wanted her, wanted to be him. Claiming her in front of them as she claimed herself as his to them.

“Seriously, it’s bad enough we had to jerk off while you got your dick wet.”

Michael scoffed, “Just be grateful I even let you listen, assholes. Don’t interrupt me next time.” He paused before he decided to rub it in a little more, “At least you could actually make her wet. She felt so good around me.”

“Fuck you, dude. We did a lot more than just make her wet.” Calum said, not unkindly. He was already trying to clean himself off. “Can’t believe she even let you cum inside her."

“Yeah don’t forget she’s mine.” Michael said, the possessiveness back in his tone. They were lucky to even just be given a glimpse of you in that intimate moment. Given to them because Michael trusted his best friends but also just so Michael could show off how lucky he was to have you, how satisfied he was always with you. A reminder of how much you didn't need anyone else with him around. All their fantasies of you were for nothing because it was only ever Michael that could have you whenever and however he wanted, the one who could claim you inside and out.

And while Ashton and Calum dominated you, because of the freedom Michael had allowed them to, they knew better than to push their luck with your boyfriend. They were just happy with themselves for calling at the moment they had, accidentally stumbling into a scene that they refused to leave willingly once they had realized. It was better than any porn they’d ever seen.

Michael’s chuckle caught them off guard, he seemed to be in a good mood after having sex. Not that they could blame him. “Have fun at your party.”

Not that they could. Not after getting such a small taste of you and knowing they wouldn’t be thinking of anything else but how they dreamed of you in that situation, your sounds, what you let them be a witness to and what you let your boyfriend do to you, to claim you in front of them. What it meant that such a sweet, naive looking girl could be tainted to become such a submissive slut, unbeknownst to everyone else. It was hot and they doubted a party could hold their attention or desire at all compared to it.

But Michael knew that. That’s why he was still laughing, tauntingly.

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The Match - Part 14

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You discover why Bucky hasn’t been responding.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: UHHHHHHH none, Bucky’s still breathing lmfao

A/N: Please don’t have high expectations for this one based on my previews 😩 Y’all know I keep on bluffing with my responses to everyone’s guesses lmao there’s a chance everyone might get disappointed with what really happened to Bucky BUT we’ll be meeting someone in this part 👀 so idk enjoy reading ily all 😘😘😘

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

“Why aren’t you picking up?!”

You sat in your car and stared at the entrance of Bucky’s condominium building. It’s been more than ten minutes since you have arrived and parked right in front of it, deciding to call him again in case he’d finally pick up.

He never did.

It was beginning to annoy you at how hard it was to reach Bucky, especially that it involved a very important matter for the event. However, you also couldn’t hide the fact that you were slightly worried as well.

This was so unlike Bucky; he had always been present at a time like this and despite the fight between the both of you, he was never this careless. When it came to his company, he always did his best and that included him signing important documents on time.

Two missed calls later and you finally decided to step out of your car. Besides, even though it made you uncomfortable to visit him, you didn’t have a choice. You had a deadline to meet and that’s around two hours from now.

“If you’re playing another game, I swear to god…” you mumbled to yourself as you went straight to the reception.

Behind the counter was a young woman for a receptionist who immediately requested for your ID upon stating your purpose of visit. Upon seeing your name, she offered a smile and handed you a key card.

It was an RFID. With your full name on it.

“The elevators are to the right, just tap your card upon entering the lift and you’re good to go.” she kindly said, motioning towards the hallway leading to the elevators.

You frowned as you inspected the key card, “I’m sorry, since when did I have my own RFID?” you asked.

“Oh Mister Barnes requested it a long time ago. It gives you full access to his unit and to the amenities of this building as well.” she explained before entertaining the person behind you.

Why on earth did Bucky request an RFID for you? Was he that serious when he said he wanted to take things to the next level? You knew he wanted to be in a real relationship with you, but you did not expect for him to actually do something like this.

As you stood inside the elevator, you couldn’t help but think about what could have been if you had agreed to officially date him. You had to constantly remind yourself that you came here for the cheque, nothing more and nothing less.

“Get the cheque, make sure it’s signed and then leave.” you told yourself and took a deep inhale when you finally reached Bucky’s floor.

Memories from the last time you were in his place flooded your mind as you walked along the corridor. It wasn’t the nicest experience provided that you woke up with a massive hangover and then got denied of an orgasm after having an argument with Bucky.

You hated that day with a passion.

Standing in front of Bucky’s door, you deciphered whether to ring the doorbell or use your key card. A lot of possible outcomes were laid out clearly— either you ring the doorbell and give Bucky enough time to clean up his mess, or you barge in and potentially catch him in the act of whatever it was that he was up to.

The man gave you trust issues now, you just realized. You didn’t want to assume that this was yet another ploy but with the things he had done in the past, what were the odds?

But also, what if he was in trouble? You were literally less than a foot away from finding out but you were also nervous. Were you even ready to discover what the hell is going on with Bucky?

“Goddammit.” you groaned and tapped your key card on the sensor, quickly unlocking the door to Bucky’s unit.

“Bucky?” you called out, carefully stepping inside his place.

It was quiet inside, no hushed whispers nor the creaking of the bed. Looking around, his entire place seemed to be in perfect order. No signs of forced entry or anything suspicious. No bra or panties scattered in the living room, no whiff of another woman’s perfume. Nothing.

You felt like a fool for jumping to conclusions like that and for even getting slightly affected by the possibility of Bucky being with someone else. You felt relieved though, but you weren’t going to admit that.

“Bucky? I need to get the cheque for the venue.” you exclaimed again, choosing to stay in the living room instead of snooping around.

When you were met with nothing but deafening silence yet again, you felt your temper start to rise. “Bucky, I don’t want to play games with you.” you warned.

Silence.

Your irritation slowly turned into worry when Bucky didn’t show up; rushing into the kitchen, you only found a bunch of take-out boxes and some empty bottles of beer laying around. If Bucky was drunk, you were going to leave without the cheque and allow the event to flop because you weren’t going to be dealing with such unprofessionalism.

His office was empty as well and even though you were tempted to look for the cheque among his things, you didn’t feel like it was the right thing to do. The last place left to visit was Bucky’s bedroom.

Your palm was cold when you held the doorknob as you shook the memories out from your mind. Again, you didn’t come here for Bucky and you only needed to get the cheque and then off you go.

“Bucky, if you’re fucking with— oh my god!” you exclaimed in surprise when your eyes landed on Bucky’s unconscious body on the floor.

Rushing over to kneel beside him, you noticed that he wasn’t totally unconscious but was delirious. Feeling his forehead, you gasped at his temperature and failed to notice the way Bucky whimpered at your touch. He was sweating bullets that his shirt was almost soaked; he needed to change or else his condition would get worse.

You cursed softly as you sat him up, gently tapping his cheek to keep him awake. “Hey, can you hear me?” you asked but Bucky merely grunted in response.

It must have been the adrenaline rush that allowed you to bring Bucky back to his bed with ease. You kept him upright and placed some pillows behind him as support. Irritation was long gone from your mind as you walked around Bucky’s room, getting him a clean shirt and a small towel that you soaked with water.

“Have you taken any meds?” you asked as you wiped Bucky’s face clean.

He could barely open his eyes, let alone speak with how high his temperature must have been. His skin was burning and he kept on coughing whenever he tried to respond to you. You sighed and continued to clean him up, wiping his neck and his entire torso until he was clean enough to put on a new shirt.

“Bucky, I need you to tell me where the cheque for the venue is.” you almost felt bad for asking that when the man was clearly down with a severe flu.

Bucky was too out of it to even understand what your question was. His face was scrunched up in pain and he kept on mumbling incoherently. You helped him lay back down on the bed before pulling the covers up to his chest.

Checking for the time, you still had an hour and a half before the deadline for the downpayment so you went around Bucky’s place in search of meds. Thankfully, he had some meds but didn’t have any food.

You stared at Bucky when you walked back into his room with a glass of water and some medicine for him to take. You’d never seen him like this, so vulnerable and helpless. When was the last time he had gotten this sick? Who took care of him then?

“Bucky, hey…” you softly called out, brushing his hair back to wake him up.

“I brought you meds,” you told him and helped him sit up on the bed, “I’m going to look for the cheque in your office after this. You probably don’t understand me right now but at least I asked for permission.” you told him as you handed him the medicine.

The last thing you wanted was to be accused for snooping around, you had to make sure you still asked for his permission even though he was out of it.

Bucky immediately went back to sleep after that, continuing to mumble softly. You sighed and placed the glass of water on his nightstand, quickly noticing his phone when it lit up.

Plenty of notifications were displayed on the screen, most of them were messages from you and Beverly, and well, from his father too. Unable to hold back, you tried to unlock his phone and was surprised that he didn’t have any passcode to it. He had a lot of missed calls from his father but what also caught your attention was that he had been calling his mom too.

None of which were answered nor returned.

Opening the messages, you saw that he had texted his mom almost at the same time you had messaged him.

Mom please pick up

James, honey. You know I can’t. What do you need now?

Come over

Was his “come home” message meant for his mom? You had a lot of questions about Bucky, most of which were about his family because you actually never asked him about it. Where was his mom? Mackenzie mentioned about him having a rough childhood but nothing more specific than that.

“Don’t go…”

“What?” you looked up at Bucky and immediately noticed that he was probably dreaming.

Placing his phone back on the nightstand, you watched Bucky and realized that he literally had no one.

“Mom…” he mumbled.

“Bucky, it’s me.” you told him, taking his hand in yours.

His fingers weakly wrapped around your hand almost instantly and it made your heart flutter. You were aware that he was probably delirious, but feeling his hand in yours after so long was making you feel things. Things you have been suppressing, things that might have been heavily overpowered by your anger.

“Mom, come home.”

Bucky’s office was very organized, so it was fairly easy for you to rummage through his files for the cheque. Fortunately, it’s been signed already so you just needed to head back to the office and hand it over to Janet.

Taking in the surroundings, you noticed a couple of photos displayed on one of his shelves. Most of it was from his childhood and majority of them included him and his mom only. You smiled seeing a particular photo of Bucky as a little boy, standing next to his mom while clinging onto her dress. He must have been really close to her and it made you wonder what their current situation was.

As you placed the frame back on the shelf, you noticed the picture displayed next to it. It was another photo of Bucky with his mom and he must have been around eight or nine years old. The photo seemed to be folded inside the frame and out of sheer curiosity, you took it out and pulled on the folded part.

There was another boy standing on the other side of Bucky’s mom and he was probably around the same age too. Bucky had a brother? He never mentioned about having any siblings to you, maybe he was a cousin?

Whipping out your phone, you pulled up the browser and typed in Bucky’s name. A lot of the articles talked about his achievements in life, what it was like to take over the family business as soon as he graduated; nothing too detailed about his family nor relationships. All the articles that Google listed seemed to revolve around his work and wealth.

And well, a spicy photoshoot for Men’s Health.

You were on the fifth page of Google when your eyes caught sight of an article that mentioned about Bucky’s mom remarrying. Before you could even click on the link, Beverly’s name popped up on your screen.

“Hey, Bev.” you responded to the call as you walked out of Bucky’s office.

“Bestie, where are you?! Janet won’t stop bugging me about your whereabouts.” she whined.

Checking your watch, you realized that it was almost six already and that you needed to head back to the office immediately.

“I’m on my way back, tell her to chill.” you said, clicking your tongue. “And never call me ‘bestie’ ever again.” you told Beverly before ending the call, Bucky’s family background long forgotten.

You made sure to check on Bucky again, placing a hand on his forehead to feel for his temperature. Thankfully, his fever seemed to have gone down a bit. You heaved out a sigh of relief and placed a wet face towel on his forehead again.

As you made your way out of his room, you noticed his messy kitchen and checked his cupboards. You rolled your eyes at how empty they were and his fridge only had water and a couple more bottles of beer. It wasn’t a part of your job to head out and buy him dinner, you said that you’d only get the cheque and then leave.

Although, you never said anything about not going back after the payment has been made.

Beverly had already gone home by the time you arrived at the office. You made a mental note to talk to her about the coffee the following day. Janet gave you the stink-eye when you handed her the cheque; you couldn’t blame her though, she couldn’t go home until you came back.

The venue finally confirmed the reservation as soon as they were informed that the cheque has been signed and is ready to be deposited first thing in the morning tomorrow.

One problem down, one left to go. But before that, you needed to make a stop somewhere.

Your first thought was to do some quick grocery shopping but that would take too much time. Besides, you didn’t have the energy left to even cook something for Bucky so you settled for a take-out instead. The voice inside your head kept on reprimanding you for going the mile for Bucky, that he didn’t deserve such kindness after what he had done.

On the other hand, your conscience couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him to starve, especially that he was sick. His mom didn’t seem to be free to visit and take care of him, let alone his father who has been bombarding him with messages asking for updates about the event preparations.

You convinced yourself that it was your moral obligation to offer him kindness.

You were driving back to Bucky’s place when you passed by a small bakery, it wasn’t too far from his place so you decided to stop by and check out their pastries. Upon stepping inside, the scent of freshly baked bread and coffee welcomed you.

The middle-aged woman greeted you kindly and allowed you to take a look at the pastries on display. You were too occupied choosing which ones to order to even notice that someone was behind you, waiting for you to step aside.

“Shit, I can’t choose.” you whispered to yourself.

Apparently, you whispered too loud for someone else to hear because the person behind you cleared his throat and chimed in.

“They have the best strawberry tarts, trust me.”

You straightened up immediately and turned your head, acknowledging the tall man who was smiling at you. He had a clean cut, dirty blonde hair and a clean-shaven face— he was good-looking and he seemed really kind.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to randomly make a suggestion. But I’ve literally tried every pastry here and although everything is delicious, the strawberry tart takes the cake.” he explained.

You chuckled and nodded, “I’ll take your word for it then, thank you.” you said and immediately ordered a box.

The owner of the bakery was quick to organize your order, tying the box with a bright yellow ribbon. After paying for it, you looked back at the guy and thanked him for helping you out again.

“I hope you enjoy them.” he said, offering you another charming smile before conversing with the bakery’s owner.

Bucky was still asleep when you arrived back at his place. You quickly prepared the take-out food you brought from your favorite Chinese place which served the best chicken porridge.

“Hey,” you gently nudged Bucky awake before feeling for his temperature again, sighing in relief when his fever was gone.

He awoke with a startle, his eyes snapping open before turning his head to face you. His eyes widened when he saw you in his room and you took it as a good thing because at least he wasn’t delirious anymore.

“What are you doing here?” he rasped out as he carefully sat up, removing the wet cloth from his forehead.

“I needed to get the cheque for the venue. You were unconscious when I arrived.” you explained, fixing the tray of food and placing it on his bed.

“You didn’t have any food in here so I just bought you dinner and some dessert. How are you feeling?” you softly asked, handing Bucky the bowl of porridge.

Bucky just stared at you, not with his usual puppy eyes but he really seemed thankful for taking care of him. He coughed a bit and nodded, “Better now.” he said before taking the bowl from you.

It was silent for a couple of minutes, with Bucky just eating his porridge while you sat on the foot of his bed quietly, watching him carefully. No wonder he had gotten thinner, the man seemed to be letting himself go.

“So the event preparations are back on track,” you said, breaking the silence, “Sam and I will be dropping by the venue on Thursday, we’ll be meeting with the event stylist there so we can finalize everything.” you explained.

“We’ve also sent invitations to our guests, Mark also submitted the press release to all the media outlets and editors who will be covering the event. There’s food tasting on Friday with one of the caterers, so if you’re feeling better by then I think it would be best for us to go together.” you suggested.

Bucky nodded and finished his porridge and placed it back on the tray. He looked at you and offered a small smile, “Thank you.” he said, voice hoarse from his colds.

You snickered, “It is my job, Bucky. No need to thank me.” you said.

“I mean for this…” Bucky said, “You didn’t have to do all this, especially with everything that happened between us.” he explained.

“I can’t just leave my boss to die. You were laying on the floor, who wouldn’t worry about that?” you said.

Bucky’s lips tugged to an amused smirk, “You worried for me?” he asked mischievously, his brow raising as he tilted his head at you.

It’s been so fucking long since he last gave you that look that made your breath hitch in your throat. You rolled your eyes at him and avoided his gaze, ignoring the way your thighs clenched.

Has it been that long since you last got laid for you to have such an immediate reaction like this?!

“I’m worried because obviously, if you died, then who’s going to be paying me for all the work I’ve been doing?” you said with a chuckle.

Bucky laughed and raised his hands in defense, “Alright, fair enough.” he said.

The chuckles died down quickly and suddenly, it seemed to be the right time to address certain things. The atmosphere was light, there was no tension, no ego and no pride to stand in the way. You pursed your lips as you fiddled with your skirt, tugging at the hem before deciding to finally speak up.

“We can talk...if you want to.” you said, still refusing to meet Bucky’s gaze when he turned to you.

Even without looking at him, you knew that he didn’t expect for you to suddenly give him the chance to explain himself. Bucky cleared his throat, letting out an audible exhale before opening his mouth to say something.

Only to be interrupted by the doorbell.

You snorted and stood up from his bed, “Stay there and rest, I’ll get it. Are you expecting anyone?” you asked suggestively.

Bucky shook his head, “No.”

“Are you sure?” you narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously.

“No more games this time. I promise.” he reassured with a sincere smile.

You believed him and walked into the living room, clicking your tongue in irritation when the doorbell continued to ring. It’s past eight in the evening already, close to nine even, and this person was pressing on the doorbell as if it was a life or death situation.

Your scowl immediately vanished and was replaced by a look of surprise when you finally opened the door.

“I see my son has been fooling around.”

It was Bucky’s father.

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henrys-little-princess · 3 years

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Hi darling! Congrats on your followers ☺️☺️☺️ Could you do the “my shower broke can I borrow yours” for Clark Kent x reader if no ones requested already? ❤️❤️❤️

hi darling!! thank you so much :) id love to do that prompt for you!! sorry its taken me so long to get to the rest of my bingo prompts, the last one should be up sometime next week, fingers crossed!! i haven't written a meet cute yet for y'all, but i really like how this one turned out!! -xo poppet :)

clark kent x female!reader, rated t!

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You had gotten up early even though it was a Saturday since you had apparently forgotten to turn off your alarm. And then you hadn't been able to fall back asleep, so after a half hour of looking at your phone you decided to get up.

You washed your face and brushed your hair and your teeth but decided to stay in your pajamas since you still felt half asleep anyway, opting to just pull on a sweatshirt instead as you went into the kitchen.

You opened your fridge and decided that you might as well make yourself some eggs. You had just put the carton on the counter when there was a loud knock at your door.

You frowned as you walked over to the door of your apartment. You weren't expecting anyone and the only person who ever knocked on your door was the old woman across the hall occasionally to ask if you had seen her cat. You never had and you were starting to doubt that she even had one.

But on the other side of the peephole was not your elderly neighbor, but an incredibly attractive man. An incredibly attractive shirtless man. You slapped your hand over your mouth in case he could hear the squeak that you let out. You didn't want to scare him away. Certainly he was at the wrong apartment. You never got unannounced visits from attractive shirtless men!

You debated whether or not you should open the door. On the one hand, he probably had the wrong apartment and it wouldn't matter. But on the other hand, you wanted to talk to him. You looked down at your pajamas and sighed. Of all mornings not to have gotten dressed!

But your curiosity won out and you opened the door, trying to smile brightly despite your nerves and keep your eyes on the mans face. Even though his chest and his abs were incredibly attractive and somehow shimmering in the awful, yellowish light in the hallway and-

Focus Y/N!! You screamed at yourself.

"Hi ma'am," he said and you did your best not to swoon at the creamy richness of his voice. "I just moved in across the hall and I've been having some issues with my shower and I think it's broken. I know this is awkward, but could I borrow yours?"

You blinked at him, trying to focus on his words and not the beautiful lips that they were coming out of.

"Ma'am," he repeated again, looking at you with his gorgeously deep blue eyes, deeper than any lake you had ever seen and shielded by a pair of plain black glasses.

"Please," you managed to squeak out in a somewhat steady voice. As long as you didn't look down at his chest and the low riding band of his sweatpants across his hipbones you would be fine. "Call me Y/N."

He stuck out his hand to you, a smile stretching across his perfectly pink and plump lips that you were still trying so hard not to admire. "Hi, Y/N. I'm Clark."

You felt yourself smiling. What a perfect name for such a perfect man.

It was at this moment that his question finally registered in your head and you opened your mouth to answer it. "Of course you can borrow my shower, Clark." You opened your door, trying not to think about the fact that very, very soon there was going to be a very beautiful, very naked man standing in your shower, probably judging your frankly outrageous collection of Lush and Bath and Body Works products.

Why did you tell him yes, Y/N!! You screamed at yourself again. You were going to have to have a serious talk with your mouth later for saying things that it would later regret.

You led him down the hall, trying your best not to trip over your own feet as you made your way to the bathroom.

"Do you need a towel?" you asked.

"I have one," he said, gesturing to the towel that he had thrown around his neck that you hadn't noticed before because you had been too busy looking....elsewhere. You felt your cheeks heat up and you quickly looked the other way, stepping out of the bathroom to give him his privacy. No matter how much you secretly wanted to stay and join him.

"There's soap in there," you called over your shoulder.

"Thanks, Y/N," he said before shutting the door.

You walked over to your bedroom and flopped down face first on the bed. Once you heard the water click on you moaned loudly, knowing that Clark wouldn't be able to hear you over the water.

"'There's soap in there?' Really? No shit there's soap in there, it's a shower for fucks sake, Y/N!" you muttered to yourself, utterly unimpressed with your flirtation skills. You allowed yourself a few more moments to feel sorry for yourself before throwing on some clothes. They were still casual, but definitely a step up from pajamas. Hopefully that would at least make a better impression on Clark.

The shower was still going when you left your room so you went to the kitchen again and saw your forgotten carton of eggs still sitting on the counter. You took out a pan and started making a few, putting two pieces of toast in the toaster. Maybe you could interest Clark in some food. It was still early and you doubted that he had eaten yet. That might make up for your bad flirting and general awkwardness.

You became so absorbed in the task of making sure that the eggs were perfect so that you would impress Clark that you did not notice that the shower had turned off or that he had come out of the bathroom.

"Hi," he said and you nearly jumped two feet in the air.

"Oh my god, you scared me!" you said, trying to calm your fluttering heart as you tried (and failed) to keep your eyes on your pan of eggs. Clark was standing in your kitchen, water dripping from his dark hair down his still bare chest, getting caught in the little rivets between his abs. You thought that at least this time you could blame your red cheeks on the heat from the stove. Didn't this man own any shirts?!

"I'm sorry," he said, stepping closer you you. He was holding his towel this time and wearing a different pair of pants. These ones were a pair of relaxed fit jeans that fit over his hips and butt very nicely and you tried not to stare. Thankfully though, your eggs were finished and you reached up to the cabinet for two plates.

"I made extra, do you want some?" you asked, secretly hoping that he would say yes so that you could stare at him for a little bit longer. Well, that and your cooking was usually pretty decent. At least when you were making eggs.

"I couldn't impose..." he began but you cut him off.

"No." you said. "I insist."

You filled two plates with eggs and grabbed the toast out of the toaster, passing one of the plates to him along with a fork.

"So, you're living across the hall you said?" You asked, trying to start conversation in a way that wouldn't seem too awkward.

"Yes," he said between bites. "I just moved in over the weekend."

That explained why you hadn't realized he was living on your floor. You had been out with Y/BFF/N all weekend.

"Well, good to know that the cat lady's gone," you said and then immediately mentally smacked yourself.

"The cat lady?" he asked, smiling a thousand watt smile that you wanted to see more of.

"Yes the last lady who was living there was really elderly and every now and then she would knock on my door asking if I had seen her cat," you explained, putting your empty dish in the sink. Clark followed.

"Ah, that would explain why I keep sneezing," Clark said. "I'm allergic to cats. It must not be completely clean yet."

"I could come over and help you clean if you want," you immediately volunteered before you had a chance to think about what you were saying.

But Clark just smiled softly. "I'd like that," he said. "If your cleaning is as good as your eggs are, it's going to be fantastic." He winked and you blushed. "Let me just..." he picked up a pen off of your counter and uncapped it, grabbing your wrist with his large hand and furrowing his brows in concentration as he wrote his number on your forearm.

"You know I have post its, right?" you asked.

"This is so much more old school though," he smirked, recapping the pen and placing it back on your counter. "Thank you for letting me use your shower, and the eggs," he said, walking towards the door.

"Anytime," you found yourself saying. Talking with him was just so easy.

"It was nice meeting you, Y/N. Make sure you text me," he winked again as he shut the door behind him.

As soon as the door was safely shut behind him you jumped up and down squealing. That had certainly not been how you had been expecting your morning to go, but you were definitely not complaining.

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chibi-writes · 3 years

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I read the dorm leader and vice dorm leaders child chewing on something. But what about a child s/o who turns into a child due to mishap (I'm looking at ace and grim) and the dorm leader looking after the child mc. Thank you. If it's okay, can i make a request again like this but with vice dorm leaders next time?

Feel free to make requests anytime I have my requests open! I’ll usually be happy to write it!

Riddle Rosehearts

- “Trappola? Grim? Explain why s/o a child.” You could kinda sorta tell Riddle wasn’t happy with the incident.

- You kick yourself out of Ace’s arms (effectively getting him in the gut, look, kids kicking you HURT man) and ran over to Riddle.

- “Widdle!” Holy shit Riddle is going to explode cause oh god that was adorable do it again your smile is so cute oh Great Seven help him.

- Riddle agreed to take care of you, under the condition this never happen again. And Grim and Ace score 100 on their next test.

- Riddle definitely had the help of Trey and Cater while taking care of you.

- It was a breeze so long as you didn’t cry. When you did, Riddle would panic and only have a vague idea of what to do. Usually calms you down by indulging you in hugs and some small snacks.

Leona Kingscholar

- This one is less Leona taking care of you and more Ruggie.

- Leona sees Ruggie hold up lil you and he just kinda... shrugs it off. Now you’re another Cheka, and I don’t think he has the patience for that

- You may or may not have affectionately dubbed Leona and Ruggie as “Weeona and Wuggie”

- Something that does happen (rarely) is when Leona naps and you escape Ruggie, you’ll curl up by Leona.

- If he happens to wake up, he’ll raise a brow, pat you on the head (maybe) and go back to sleep.

- At least like this, you aren’t making any noise.

Azul Ashengrotto

- “Ah Trappola. Did you come back for another dea-” Boom. A Child.

- Blinks for a minute to process what happened. Ace explains himself and Grim and Azul looks a little... how shall I say... miffed.

- Azul lets out a huff and agrees to take care of you. (He would have anyway)

- His slightly sour mood is does a complete 180 once he hears, “A- zu-.... ZUZU!”

- hOLY SHIT YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO KILL HIM- j/ he’s crying it’s too cute oh god someone help him Jade call the ambulance he’s having a cardiac arrest OH GREAT SEVEN HELP HIM hj/

- At first he lets Floyd (gently) play around with you to tucker you out a bit. It works wonders when dealing with kids trust me. And when you’re finally tired, he’ll let you rest right beside him on one of the VIP room couches.

- He might even sing you to sleep. After all he does have a wonderful voice.

Kalim Al Asim

- Jamil comes into the room holding little you and Kalim wants an explanation asap. Why are you little? WHAT HAPPENED

- Jamil explains it’s a temporary de-aging potion caused by someone spilling one on you by mistake.

- “Ka-...... K- KAWIM.” comes out of your mouth as you point to Kalim. Oh god his heart. Kalim’s poor heart someone help him it’s too cute.

- Kalim offers to help take care of lil you (you’re his s/o and all) with the help of Jamil. (Jamil mostly there to supervise just in case)

- God forbid you cry. That would launch both Kalim and Jamil into panic mode because I highly doubt either have much experience with little kids. Would attempt to calm you down with food or head pats and hugs. It works. surprisingly enough.

- Kalim and you runs around and play until you’re tuckered out and before a nap you eat and next thing you know Kalim and you are passed the hell out on his (huge) bed.

- Y’all are too cute I swear- Jamil TAKE A PICTURE TO IMMORTALIZE THIS ALREADY-

Vil Schoenheit

- When Rook comes into the Pomfiore dorm holding a child, Vil just kinda like “Why... Why do you have a child Rook?” Rook explains that’s you but someone spilt a potion on you and now need someone to take of you.

- Vil is fine taking care of you just don’t destroy anything. Hides all the makeup if he has any accessible or just lying around.

- Would offer to play basically Runway Model. (y’know when you were a kid and you would pretend to be a model regardless of whether you were dressed up or not? Yeah that)

- You wouldn’t give any sort of cute nickname, since Vil is a bit of a hard name to mess up, but every time you said his name he just go “ok. That’s cute.” and pat you on the head.

- Puts you to bed before working on some of his studies. He checks up on you every now and again with soft smile. ‘How cute’

Idia Shroud

- Well, first things first, Idia already doesn’t understand why there’s a child in his room other than Ortho. Second, why does said child concern him?

- Wait that’s you... Ah... okay... WAIT WHAT-

- Idia knows nothing about real life children but the internet does! Does little quick research just in case, and proceeds to attempt to take care of you. “I- Id- Iida!” Close but no kid. It’s adorable though. You try again. “I- Idiwa!” Close but double the adorable!

- Accidentally focuses more on taking care of you than himself throughout the day but it’s fine Ortho’s there to at least remind him that food and water are something he needs to y’know SURVIVE

- Great seven help him if you cry. He’ll try and not panic cause Noise, but calms you down relatively enough to get you to eat or drink something.

- but anyway, distracts you with video games. Bright colors keep you entertained enough right?

- You constantly laugh at the scenes and animation sequences and even some of Idia’s own commentary.

-You kinda get sleepy and drift off while he’s focusing on a boss. Once he’s done he sees you napping and puts a blanket over you to keep you warm. His room is probably hella cold cause of all the computer stuff.

Malleus Draconia

- Lilia walks in with lil you and Malleus is confused and amused. “Why is a human child here?”

- Lilia states you failed to make a certain potion with your lab partners and it resulted in this. Ah. That makes sense.

- He picks you up, basically beaming at the adorable child of man before him. You smile back, then point to him and say “M- Mm- Mal-” “Take your time little one-” “MAL MAL” Great Seven help him that was so cute holy shit

- Happily takes care of you (he could reverse it with magic but this is cuter and it’ll be over by tomorrow so why not y’know)

- Is really really good about taking care of you. You rarely cried and that was when Malleus had to grab something from the other room but other than that, it was great!

- You fall asleep after awhile and Malleus stays with you, keeping you close, which leads to an adorable moment for Lilia to capture in picture form.

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lostinthewiind · 3 years

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Could I get a bit of an angst poly Matchablossom fic? Like one of them is out and they don’t hear anything from them in awhile. They get worried and have to rush to the hospital when they find out they were involved in a hit-and-run. They have flashbacks of their relationship like how the three met or when called their relationship official.

Polyamorous Relationship w/ Joe & Cherry: Through Thick and Thin

A/N: you absolutely can have a little bit of angst. Honestly, I sometimes can't decide whether I like writing smut or angst better . . . I think it's because they are both so emotion-fueled, which makes it easy to get into. Anyway, I hope I was able to meet your expectations for this fic! As always, thanks for requesting and don't hesitate to request more in the future :)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, mentions of bodily harm, injuries, blood, high-emotions, slight-trauma

Pacing back and forth from the kitchen to the living room of your shared apartment, your eyes kept flickering toward the clock on the wall, your nerves steadily increasing with every tick of the hand. Every second that Joe didn't walk through the front door made your heart race faster and your bite on your lower lip to increase in pressure.

"Are you going to pace all night?" Cherry looked at you from his desk, his golden eyes scrutinizing your every move from over the top of his laptop.

"Kojiro was supposed to have been home an hour ago," you stated harshly, as if your calm, pink-haired boyfriend didn't already know that. "And he hasn't texted or called or anything. I'm worried."

Cherry sighed before closing his laptop and leaning back in his chair. "I can tell," he noted, his seemingly relaxed demeanour making your hands shake from frustration.

Halting your pacing, you crossed your arms over your chest and exhaled slowly. "Kaoru . . ." your voice was quiet and shaky, and despite the slight embarrassment you were feeling for what would probably be a major overreaction on your part, you just couldn't help it.

Cherry shook his head at you slowly, but there was no disappointment or mockery in his action. Even though he didn't see any cause for concern considering it had only been an hour and Joe's restaurant was busier lately than usual, he acknowledged the worry coursing through your body.

Spinning his chair to face you, Cherry cocked his head ever-so-slightly and outstretched his arms onto the chair's armrests, palms up, silently asking/inviting you to come to him.

Gravitating toward him like a magnet seeking stability, you shuffled over to his chair, standing before him and trying to calm yourself. Leaning forward, he rested his hands on your hips, brushing his fingertips up your sides. When he reached your shoulders, he worked his hands down your arms, wrapping his slender fingers around them and unfolding your arms before holding your hands in his own.

"There is no sense in worrying until there is something to worry about," he said simply, pulling you into his lap. Once you were close to him and enveloped in his embrace, you felt your breathing naturally slow to match his.

"I know. You're right." You rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes as he brought one hand to your face and brushed some loose strands of hair out of your eyes. "You're always right."

Cherry chuckled lowly. "Well, maybe not always . . . don't tell Kojiro I said that," he warned jokingly.

"Okay," you laughed as well, feeling the nerves begin to flee your body, "I won't."

"Good girl."

Just then, Cherry's phone buzzed atop the desk, startling you both a little. Looking over at the device, Cherry smirked as he picked it up. "See?" He flashed the caller ID toward you, which read Kojiro's name. "He probably just got busy and lost track of time."

You felt relief wash over you like a wave as you lifted your head from Cherry's shoulder so he could answer the call.

Accepting the call, Cherry pressed the device to his ear and tutted his tongue. "You ever hear of calling or texting if you're going to be-" he stopped mid-sentence, his toying expression turning stone-cold in a split-second. You couldn't hear what the person on the other end of the call was saying, but all you had to do was look at Cherry's wide eyes, furrowed brows, and trembling lips to know that it wasn't Joe and that something was wrong.

Suddenly, the wave of relief had transformed into a dark, ominous riptide, dragging you into the darkest parts of your mind and forcing you to conjure the worst things possible. Hands gripping tightly to the front of Cherry's yukata, you willed the conversation to be over so you could find out what was going on.

"Yes." Cherry nodded, the arm that was wrapped around your waist squeezing you tighter as he listened intently. "Yes, I'll be right there . . . okay, thank you."

When the call finally ended and Cherry put the device back down onto the desk, his hands shaking like yours had been minutes before, you watched him closely. He was silent afterward, his hold on you tightening even more. Both his and your own breathing were rapid at this point, the nervous energy radiating off of both of you and only working to make the other person even more uneasy.

"Kaoru." You brought a hand to his face and forced him to look at you. "What happened? Is Kojiro okay?"

Seemingly snapping out of his trance, Cherry gently pushed you off of his lap before he set about collecting things from around the apartment. You could see the cogs turning in his head as he grabbed the car keys from the counter before turning back to pick up his phone once more. All the while, you watched him, a sick feeling rising in your stomach, increasing in intensity the longer you stood there oblivious.

"Kaoru, what happened?!" you asked again.

Cherry glanced up at you in passing as he headed toward the bedroom. "There was a hit-and-run," he said. "We have to go to the hospital."

You felt your heart shatter and sink at the same time, your hand frantically gripping the side of the desk for stability as you watched Cherry's pink head disappear into the bedroom. The pace of your breathing quickened, if that was even possible, and you swallowed a hard lump in your throat—out of everything your brain had imagined, something as bad as a hit-and-run never even crossed your mind.

"D-did Kojiro hit someone or was h-he hit?" The question flew out of your mouth as quickly as it popped into your head. The way that Cherry was reacting already had you assuming which answer was correct, but you felt the need to clarify nonetheless.

Cherry, who was moving from surface to surface, looking for God-knows-what, ignored your question once more—although it was probably fairer to say that he had simply not registered the inquiry instead of ignored it.

The blatant lack of information was slowly started to boil your blood but the last thing you wanted to do was lash out at Cherry, who was clearly going into panic mode.

As your boyfriend passed in front of you, his head on a swivel, you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him in forcefully for a hug. Wrapping your arms around him tightly, you buried your face into the crook of his neck. At first, Cherry stood stiff in your embrace, but after a moment or so he physically relaxed and melted into your warmth.

You heard him draw in a shuddering breath, his shaking hands slowly coming up to cling to you. As much as he pretended to be indifferent towards Joe, you knew that he cared for him more than anyone else in the world—maybe even more than he cared for you, which you weren't offended by; you knew the two had a long history with one another.

Once you could tell that Cherry had calmed down a little and the roles of worrier and supporter had shifted, you drew back and looked him in the eyes. "Did Kojiro hit someone or was he the one who was hit?" you questioned, surprisingly steadier than before.

Cherry blinked back a tear that was forming in the corner of his eye, his lips trembling as he struggled to form words. "H-he was hit."

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The half an hour it took for you and Cherry to collect your things and drive to the hospital was nothing more than a blur in your mind. Weaving in and out of traffic through the busy, lit-up city, Cherry mumbled details from the phone call to you as they resurfaced in his memory. All in all, he didn't know much, but restating the facts to you—or more accurately, to himself—helped keep his head on straight and his wits about him.

As soon as the two of you reached the hospital, you parked—not even really checking to see if you had parked in a designated spot or not—and rushed inside, hand in hand. The emergency room entrance had been the closest, but the inside was chaotic and had you clinging to Cherry like child afraid to lose their mother as the two of you pushed your way to the reception desk.

Cherry did all of the talking, refusing to let anyone else see him the way you had seen him back at the apartment. Once again, the roles of worrier and supporter had shifted—but at this point, it was probably more accurate to state that you had each taken on both roles, worrying relentlessly and being there for support when the other person started to spiral.

Thankfully, the nurse at the reception desk was kind and patient with the two of you. She understood that standing around talking about specifics was the last thing either one of you wanted, but she worked carefully to draw out your information so she could direct you to the correct floor.

While Cherry listened as intently as he could to the information being provided, you heard a commotion from the other end of the emergency room and looked back over your shoulder just in time to see an ambulance crew wheeling in a patient on a stretcher.

The patient, a man who looked about Joe's age, was bleeding profusely from a wound on his abdomen and screaming bloody murder about how he didn't want to die. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you listened to his pleas for help.

Without even noticing, you began to picture the man as Joe. Had Joe been hurt as badly as that? Had he been crying and screaming when they brought him in? Joe was one of the bravest and most stoic people you had ever met, and he only really cried (rarely) for emotional reasons, like really sad movies, instead of physical ones—but nevertheless, you couldn't help imagining him screaming out, all alone and scared.

"Hey." Cherry rested a gentle hand on your shoulder, careful not to startle you out of your daze. "You okay?"

You blinked a few times, tearing your gaze away from the stranger. When you glanced back, the paramedics had wheeled him out of sight and his screams grew fainter and fainter in the distance.

"Y-yeah." You forced a nod of the head. "I'm fine."

"Okay, let's go then," Cherry took your hand in his once more and led you out of the ER and toward a set of elevators. "The nurse checked for me and apparently he was taken up to the third floor. She wasn't on shift when he came in, so she couldn't tell me much."

You nodded once more, unable to find your voice . . . not that you had much to say anyway.

In complete silence, the two of you rode the elevator up to the third floor of the hospital, and following the directions Cherry had been given, arrived at a hospital room with the door cracked open slightly.

Before either of you could look inside, however, a tall man in a white coat approached the two of you. "You're Mr. Nanjo's emergency contacts?" He grabbed a chart from the adjacent nurses' station.

After the two of you confirmed your identities and relation to Joe, the doctor pulled you aside privately and began explaining the situation.

"Based on eye-witness reports on the scene, your . . . boyfriend," he seemed a tad uncomfortable with the polyamorous aspect of your relationship, but relayed the information professionally despite the obvious confusion, " . . . he was crossing the street, presumably to the parking lot across on the other side, when he was struck in the intersection by a drunk driver. Thankfully, he was only clipped and not hit full-on. All things considered, things could have been a lot worse, but he is still in pretty rough shape."

You drew in a sharp breath as your mind began to fog over, your concentration completely fading away. Before long, you were simply standing in place, eyes-glassed over, watching the doctor's mouth move but only picking up the occasional tidbit of information like "fractured rib" and "internal bruising".

Noticing your unsteady stance beside him, Cherry snaked his arm around your body for stability. It took everything he had not to devolve into a shaking mess like you, but he knew that one of you needed to pay attention to this information for Joe's sake; so, despite the overwhelming nauseous feeling in his gut, he nodded along to the doctor's words.

Once the doctor had told you everything there was to tell, he directed you back to the room and told you he would be back in a little while. With full visitation rights, you and Cherry stood in front of the cracked-open door, both too terrified to peek inside just yet.

Then, mustering every ounce of courage you had circulating your system, you placing a trembling palm on the door and gave a gentle push. Without a single creak, the door swung open silently, revealing a small hospital room with a bathroom, large window, armchair, and of course, a bed.

In the bed, the white sheets were completely covering the body of its inhabitant; the mess of green hair atop the pillow the only detail that confirmed to you that it was, indeed, your boyfriend. Joe's face was toward you and Cherry, eyes closed, scrapes and bruises littering his handsome features. There was even a cut that had needed stitches on his forehead.

If it wasn't for the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, you would have assumed he was dead.

"Oh, Kojiro!" you exclaimed, emotion suddenly taking over as you lunged toward the bed. Tears collecting in your eyes, you bent over him and rested your head on his chest, quiet sobs escaping your shuddering body. Finally, you let yourself cry.

"The doctor said he was given some pretty heavy pain medication, so he might be out for a while," Cherry said, coming up beside you and ghosting his fingertips over Joe's cheek. "But he should be okay."

Those five words were the best five words you had heard in your entire life. "He'll be okay," you repeated to yourself in a soft whisper. "You'll be okay." You directed the comment to Joe this time as you ran your fingers slowly through his messy hair. "Karou and I are here now. You're going to be just fine."

"Come on." Cherry placed his hand onto your lower back and guided you to the armchair. "We're in for a long night. Let's sit."

Lowering himself into the rather comfortable chair, Cherry scooted it closer to the bedside before he pulled you into his lap, the two of you sitting and holding each other the same way you had been back home in his desk chair . . . the way you had been sitting before your entire day had turned on its head.

"Don't cry." Cherry wiped a tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You know that if Kojiro wakes up and you're crying, it'll just make him upset too and then I'll have two blubbering babies to deal with."

You choked a subtle laugh through the sobs and gasps for air. "Shut up." You smacked his chest lightly as you cuddled further into his chest, your actions effectively contradicting each other. "This is the scariest moment of my entire life," you craned your neck to look at Joe and reached your hand out to grab his limp one, "I'm allowed to cry."

Cherry pressed a kiss to your temple. "I understand . . . this is the scariest moment of my life too. When I first picked up that phone call, for a split second, I thought we had lost him."

"I can't even imagine life without him," you said, trying not to let the dark thoughts invade any more than they already were. "I wouldn't be the same person I am today without him . . . without either of you."

Cherry cracked a small smile, the expressions of amusement completely standing out among the solemn atmosphere in the room.

"What?" you cocked a brow, wondering what had suddenly sparked such joy.

"Nothing, nothing . . ." He tried to play it off, but when it was obvious you weren't going to let him get away that easily, he caved. "I was just thinking about the first day we met you," he let out an airy laugh, "stumbling into his restaurant soaking wet from the rain, seeking shelter like a stray dog."

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped. "Oh, God, don't remind me. Of course I picked the only closed establishment with an unlocked door on the entire block to seek refuge in. The way the two of you just stared at me, glasses of wine in hand while I stood there, dripping and embarrassed. I felt like dying on the spot."

"You were cute," Cherry told you before shrugging nonchalantly. "At least, that's what Kojiro said. I'm pretty sure he fell in love with you right then and there."

"Oh, but not you, mister 'keeps all his emotions locked away until he dies'." You rolled your eyes.

Cherry just smiled. "I may not have declared my undying love for you right on the spot, but as you sat in Kojiro's sweater that damn-near swallowed you whole and sipped steaming tea to try and warm up, I could tell you were going to be special to us."

Finding yourself getting lost in the reminiscing of happy memories, you relaxed into Cherry's arms completely. "It's funny that Kojiro fell for me before you did," you looked up at Cherry and pressed a soft kiss to his neck, "because I fell for you before I fell for him."

Cherry quirked a brow down at you. "You never told me that."

"It wasn't by much so I didn't think it mattered . . . especially since I love you both the same now." You shrugged before elaborating, knowing that Cherry wanted to hear the story. "It was when Kojiro insisted we go to that fancy new restaurant that he wanted to scope out but he had underestimated how hard it would be to find parking, so we ended up having to walk like ten blocks."

Cherry nodded. "The area with the busiest, newest establishments was low on parking on a Friday night. Who would have thought?"

"Exactly," you agreed. "Anyway, we were walking and the wind was cold as fuck. I was shivering because, hey, I thought we'd be walking two or three blocks at most. Then, without even a glance in my direction . . . you just wrapped me in your coat. No words, just actions. I fell in love right then."

The corners of his mouth twisting up into a smile, Cherry kissed you softly. "I fell in love with you that same night," he said, surprising you. "Exactly ten seconds after that when you thrust my coat back into my arms, grumbling about how you would have much rather used the adrenaline from strangling Kojiro to keep you warm."

"I hope you know I appreciated the gesture . . . I just didn't want you to think I was going soft or something." You knew the words sounded beyond stupid as they were coming out of your mouth. "Love makes you crazy."

"That it does," he agreed. "But, for whatever it's worth, I've never once thought you were soft. Especially not that night when you were seconds away from killing Kojiro the entire time."

The two of you broke out into soft fits of laughter, careful to keep the volume down.

"I get hit by a car and even then the two of you can't be bothered to say nice things about me?" a weak voice mumbled from the bed.

Laughter dying out immediately, you and Cherry looked over to see Joe smirking up at you, his eyes slightly droopy and hand slightly squeezing yours.

"Kojiro!" You jumped out of Cherry's embrace and moved to place a kiss on the green-haired man's chapped lips. "Are you okay? How do you feel?"

Kojiro winced slightly as he pushed himself up into a slight reclined position in bed. "I think I'm okay," he answered, obviously trying to put on a brave face. "I'm glad you guys are here though," he clocked the glint of concern in your eyes, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you guys a scare."

"Don't apologize," Cherry told him, cupping his cheek with his hand. "We're here for you, whatever you need. We're just glad you're going to be okay."

Kojiro forced a smile, ignoring the aching pain it brought to his bruised and scraped face. "You guys know I love you, right?"

"Of course." You kissed him once more. "We love you too."

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 joe #joe #cherry #kojiro nanjo #sakurayashiki karou #angst #lostinthewiind #fanfiction #reader imagine #x reader #reader insert #polyamarous #polyamory #polyamorous relationship #through thick and thin

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Out Of The Blue

Out of the Blue - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: After experiencing a hard day at work, your boyfriend decides to treat you to some of your favourite things. Although he may or may not have another surprise in store for you

Warnings: Non-Major Character Death

Word Count: 1683

Requested: Yes!

'What about one in which one of them had a horrible day at work and the other found out and decided to prepare a little surprise to make the day better? Just fluffy thing?'

A/N: Keep sending in your requests whilst my inbox is open and drop me a message if you're bored, id love to talk to some of you about Chicago PD, Med or Fire!! :)

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Working at Chicago Med was stressful, to say the least. Every day was filled with what felt like hundreds of patients, running around to make sure you were taking care of them to the best of your ability. For the most part being an ED doctor with fulfilling, seeing people come in sick and come out good as new. But other times it was draining, either from being swept off your feet every minute of the day or doing all that you could for a person and it still not being enough. That was what had happened today.

You were content as you entered the ED that morning, having spent the night at your boyfriend’s. Everything about your relationship was absolutely perfect, with everyone around you noticing your positive change of mood since getting together with Hank. Walking towards the nurse's station to log into a computer, Maggie and April came over to greet you, both commenting on the large grin that plastered your face.

“Someones happy,” April teased, watching your cheeks glow, as you looked down in mock embarrassment.

“Couldn’t have anything to do with the Sergeant boyfriend of yours could it?” Maggie lowered her head as well, trying to catch your eyes to find the truth within them. Opening your mouth to reply, you were interrupted by an incoming patient being wheeled on a gurney, the paramedics beside it holding a grim look on their faces.

The patient turned out to be a six-year old girl, she had suffered severe trauma to multiple areas of her body, including broken ribs, a collapsed lung and a mild concussion. You immediately took the case, being the only ED doctor available at the moment, but also specialising in paediatrics alongside Dr Manning. Looking the girl over, you noted each of her injures, seeing it was consistent with a severe car accident, and proceeding to insert a needle into her lung to allow it to re-inflate, before sending her upstairs to the OR for surgery. To an adult, the injuries wouldn’t have been fatal, but for a girl this size, the extent of the trauma didn’t bode well for her chances of survival. Praying for her as she was wheeled up to surgery, you felt a tear come to your eye, hoping that this little girl would actually be able to live her life to the fullest. An hour had passed and you still hadn’t heard any news on the little girl, so instead of dwelling on it, you busied your mind, taking any patients Maggie would give you, from a broken leg to a baby with a fever. But finally, as you were leaving a low-level emergency case, your pager buzzed, signalling you to the PICU, nodding to Maggie on the way up, knowing it would be the girl who had just come out of surgery. Speaking to her surgeon, you waited for her anaesthetic to wear off, knowing it wouldn’t be too long because of the low dosage she was given. It seemed as though she had no family with her, either injured or dead from the car wreck and so you sat by her bed, not wanting her to be alone when she finally woke up.

As she woke, you held her hand, introducing yourself, trying to make her as comfortable as you could. You spoke to her for a long time, completely forgetting about your other duties downstairs, instead, trying to make her laugh, telling stories and attempting to get her to recall the events that had happened earlier that day. Building trust was important to you, knowing she would need someone who she was happy with before all the other doctors and DCFS got involved. But time got cut short as your pager once again demanded you downstairs to deal with another patient. Quickly saying goodbye, you dashed downstairs to deal a man with a GSW to the abdomen. Checking his wound thoroughly, you tended to it before sending him to specialists upstairs. Content with the job you had done, you continued with your work in the ED.

After your shift had finished, you headed upstairs to say a final goodnight to the girl, bringing a small teddy with you that you had purchased in the gift shop, hoping it would keep her company overnight before you returned the next day. But as you walked towards her room something didn’t seem right. The lights were turned off, the bed empty. Maybe she had just been moved to a different room or ward, you thought to yourself, knowing there was probably a good explanation for this. Turning towards the nurse on duty behind the desk, you questioned her on the whereabouts of your new friend.

“Didn’t you hear? She coded and was pronounced dead an hour ago. Sorry Doctor Y/LN, I thought someone would have told you already.” Staring at the women, your mouth dropped open, stumbling backwards a bit to brace yourself on the doorway behind. Tears fell from your eyes, why would the universe allow an innocent young child to be taken so earlier in their life? Moving back downstairs you felt numb, just wanting this tragic day to be over. You texted Hank telling him you were on your way back and that you had the most horrible day, not going into any details on how or why.

Unbeknownst to you, Hank was already preparing your favourite meals, as he knew you were already getting increasingly stressed at work when your text came in. He felt bad for you, knowing the type of tragedies you saw daily, experiencing similar in his line of work, completely aware of the repercussions people felt being surrounded by death constantly. On top of making dinner for you, your text had prompted him to drove to the store in order to go above and beyond to try and boost your mood, buying things he knew would make your day better. Returning home he had about ten minutes before you would be back to try and set everything up, rushing about the house making sure every individual detail was perfect for your return. The table was prepared beautifully, accessorised with fancy silverware and candles, that were flickering slowly, ready and waiting to provide you with a romantic dinner. He had bought you a bouquet of your favourite flowers, already placed in a vase of water so you wouldn’t have to deal with the fuss of it on your arrival, and rose petals scattered along the floor in the direction of the table to add an extra romantic touch. Finally, he had one more surprise for you, hidden away in his back pocket, one that was guaranteed to make you smile.

Pulling into the driveway you exited your car, noting the darkness within the house, uncommon for this time of night and the fact that Hank had said he would be in all evening. Opening the door you called out to him, hoping that he hadn’t been pulled into another case, spending the night in his office once again. But as you took off your coat to place it on the hook you noticed the flowers on the table, to be specific your favourite flowers. You called out to him again, hoping he would appear to explain what was happening. Looking up, he stood in the doorway, a slight smile on his face, as you finally looked round properly noticing the rose petals, candles and your favourite food on the table.

“You did this all for me?” You asked.

“Of course I did sweetheart, I know you’ve had it hard at work recently so I wanted to surprised you with some of your favourite things.” To most peoples surprise, Hank was a true romantic at heart despite the cold exterior he held, just wanting to pamper you and treat you like the queen you were. Whether that be buying you your favourite sweets or complimenting you whenever possible, he did everything in his power to make sure you were happy.

Leading you towards the dinner table, you both sat down, quickly making conversation about everything, except work, that being an unspoken rule between you. Conversation flowed easily, both of you just happy to be in the presence of each other once more. Dinner had been polished off, with Hank fetching the dessert from the fridge after as you uttered the millionth ‘thank you’ to him. You both tucked in, moaning at the flavour that tasted like heaven after the day you had had. Looking up you noticed your boyfriend's demeanour had changed, no longer joyful but instead nervous, staring at his hands in his lap.

“What’s wrong Hank?” You asked, worried you had done something to set off this mood change. Instead of replying he lifted his hands from his lap onto the table along with a velvet box, slowly opening it to reveal a ring.

“Y/N, I know we haven’t been together that long and we haven’t discussed this that much but I’m getting old, and whilst I was thinking about that, I realised you really are it for. I can't even imagine myself with someone else or not spending the rest of my days with you. So Y/N Y/LN will you marry me?” Tears pricked your eyes, never in a million years would you have expected this, but instead of being angry about it, you couldn’t think of anything you wanted more.

“Only if you do it properly and get down on one knee,” you countered, watching as he got off his chair and onto one knee.

“So will you?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed throwing yourself into his arms.

As the evening winded down, you laid in Hank's arms on your shared bed thinking about everything life had given you. You couldn’t have met anyone as perfect as the man beside you. The man you would spend the rest of your life with, bear children with and grow old with. So as you drifted off to sleep, you pictured the little girl, hoping she was in heaven looking down on your life and smiling

#hank voight x reader #hank voight #hank voight imagines #chicago pd #chicago pd imagines #chicago pd x reader #one chicago

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aomine-ryo · 3 years

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Hi! I hope you're having a nice day. I don't know if you still take requests or not but if you are, then can you do a part 2 for the head canons of Midorima, Kiss and Aomine assuming that their so is in third year but with the rest of the GOM, Kuroko, and Kagami?

Sorry it took so long to get to this request!! I hope you enjoy! xx

Headcanons: Kuroko, Kagami, Murasakibara and Akashi with an s/o that they thought was older

Kuroko

He’s a generally very observant person, but you acted so much older that his intuition convinced him that you were a third year at least

He absolutely adored how independent and mature you were as well

So when you two began dating, he didn’t really question your age

Furthermore, he’s a very polite boy so he knew that asking for your age would seem rude

The two of you went to different schools so that’s why it took him some time to figure out that you were a first year like he was

Your school was right next to Seirin so he’d often come pick you up afterwards so you could walk home together

One day, you were in a bit of a frenzy because you realised that you’d left an important notebook in your classroom

So Kuroko offered to hold your things for you while he waited outside

While he was waiting, he spotted your student ID card hanging from your bag

Curious to see a cute picture of you, he pulled it closer to him

Of course, you looked as beautiful as ever to him

But what really caught his eye was the detail about your class

“I’m back,” you panted after having jogged all the way back because you didn’t want to keep him waiting

“Oh Y/N, did you get your book?” he asked you and you nodded, waving it in the air for him to see

He handed you your things back and the two of you began to walk

“I didn’t know you were a first year, Y/N,” he said, his usually expressionless face showing a tint of confusion and surprise

“You didn’t? What did you think I was?” you questioned

“I thought you were a third year,” he said simply

“You did? Do I really look that old to you?” you asked, pretending to sound hurt even though you really didn’t care

“No no, it’s just, you’re just very independent and cool, I thought you’d be older,” he said quickly

“Well I’m flattered. Unless you’re disappointed now? Are you not interested anymore because I’m your age?”

Kuroko took your hand in his and gave it a tight squeeze, “Don’t be silly. I like you for you, not your age.”

As cheesy as it was, you felt your heart melt

It was weird how he always knew exactly what to say

You didn’t really bring it up after that because the relationship was fairly new and you were still learning more about each other

It didn’t change the fact that you definitely acted older than he was at times

And it often led to it slipping his mind every now and then

Kagami

He has like one working braincell so it’s a miracle that he realised at all

The two of you went to the same school, but you were in different classes so since he didn’t see you around much, he assumed you were older

He’d often see you around the school courtyard during recess and he thought you were quite hot

It took him a bit of time, but he finally mustered the courage to ask you out

The only thing he knew about you was your name because Kuroko told him

So he walked up to you when you were wandering around alone

Despite looking quite confident, he was incredibly nervous on the inside

“Hey, you’re Y/N right?” he asked

“Yeah, I am. Um, aren’t you Kagami, from the basketball team?” you said, knowing full well who he was because you’d gone to a few of the games and found him incredibly attractive

“Yep, Kagami Taiga,” he nodded affirmatively, “I was wondering whether you’d like to hang out with me some time.”

He wasn’t really expecting you to say yes to be honest, as he thought about why a third year would want to go out with a younger boy

“Like a date?” you asked, your straightforwardness only convincing Kagami that you were older even more

“Uh y-yeah,” he said, beginning to get a bit flustered because he was expecting you to just laugh in his face

“Sure, that sounds fun,” you nodded, acting cool on the outside though you were fangirling on the inside

“Wait really?” he said, eyes widening as he realised that you’d actually agreed

You laughed and nodded, before exchanging numbers

The two of you ended up dating for some time after that, all while Kagami still believed that you were older than he was

Sure he’d walk you to and from school, but you usually waited for him outside the gate so he never found out what class you were in

He didn’t even ask because he was just so excited to be dating someone older

Plus he found you so hot that any relatively coherent thought would be thrown out the window whenever you were together

A few weeks into dating you, the two of you had already gotten pretty intimate, and you seemed so experienced with everything you did

It was hard for him to keep his hands off of you

He’d also be really proud about dating you that he’d tell almost everyone he knew

One day, you had a project and you needed to carry a lot of stuff to your classroom

So being the gentleman he is, he offered to carry it for you

You began heading towards your classroom which was a few rooms down the hall from his one, but he just stopped and looked at you with a confused expression

“Y/N, where are you going? Aren’t the third year classrooms in the floor above?” he asked you

“Yeah, but my class is here,” you said, pointing at your first year classroom

“You’re a first year?” he asked, jaw nearly dropping to the floor

“Yeah, what did you think? We’re the same age,” you said, still trying to make sense of what he was getting at

“Oh god,” he said, his cheeks turning as red as his hair, “I thought you were a third year,” he mumbled

You began to laugh at the sound of those words, “A third year? Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know... you just seemed more mature and sexy,” he said, mumbling that last word as his eyes became fixated on the ground

“Taiga, we’ve literally studied together, how did you not realise we were in the same year?”

“I don’t know! I thought you were just helping me!” he groaned, wanting to die of embarrassment at this point. “Can we please move on?”

You agreed to move on at that moment, but you kept bringing it up for the rest of the day and he just learned to take it

When he brought it up to Kuroko, he just stared at Kagami with disappointment

“Kagami-kun, you dated her for almost a month, how did you not know?”

“Just shut up.”

Murasakibara

He met you at this cafe that he liked to frequent

You worked there part time so you were very familiar with him (how could anyone really forget the 2 metre tall, purple-haired boy that orders an ungodly amount of pastries every time)

He never really thinks about other people, but since he saw you quite often he began to wonder what you were like

He thought that you were very hot— like very hot

So he naturally began to assume that you were older

“There’s no way someone my age could be that hot”

He was quite nervous when he finally decided to ask you out one day because if you said no, he’d probably have to find a new cafe to go to to avoid the awkwardness

And he really liked his cafe

After a few stutters and nervous laughter, you’d agreed to go on a date with him and he was elated

The fact that he thought you were older didn’t really have an effect on how he behaved around you

Sure, he was nervous at first because he wanted to impress you

But as time went on, like most of Murasakibara’s other peers, you ended up having to care for him a lot

Which only drove him to believe that you were older even more

Plus the way your lips moved whenever he kissed you seemed so experienced

However, he did question why someone as mature as you were would entertain his childish antics, but he didn’t think too much of it

And to be honest, he wouldn’t have ever found out that you were the same age as he was until he was zoning in and out of a conversation between you and Himuro

For some reason, Himuro was aware of your actual age so he was just normally talking about the differences between the syllabus in your school and Yosen

“Oh I don’t think we’ve gotten to that chapter yet,” you said when he was complaining about the difficulty of a particular topic

“Huh? Shouldn’t you have finished it two years ago?” Murasakibara chimed in

“What? Why would I have done that?” you asked as a confused expression overtook yours and Himuro’s faces

“Because it’s a first year topic, isn’t it?” Murasakibara said, popping a potato chip into his mouth

“Yeah... and I’m still in first year,” you said slowly, failing to understand why he’d say something like that

He nearly choked on his potato chip

“You’re in first year?” He said, surprise filled in his usually unbothered tone

“Yeah, why do you sound so surprised?” you replied

“I thought you were a third year,” he said, bewildered as he turned to Himuro, “Muro-chin, did you know this?”

“Yeah I did. Haven’t you been dating her for like, three months now?” Himuro questioned as you brought a palm to your face in disbelief

“It’s been four months actually, Atsushi,” you sighed, “why’d you think I was a third year? Do I look that much older?”

“You’re just too hot to be a first year okay,” he groaned, munching on his chips in frustration

“Aw really?” you smiled, looking up at his flushed face

“Yeah,” he murmured

“In that case, I’ll let it slide,” you said sweetly as you placed a kiss on his cheek, making a small smile appear on his lips

However, Himuro didn’t miss the opportunity to bring it up to annoy him every now and then

Akashi

He’s such a smartass that I feel like it’s nearly impossible that he wouldn’t know that you’re not a third year upon meeting you

However, when he met you, there was a brief moment where he thought that you were older

His team was playing a practice match against your school and you were the team manager

The way you carried yourself and the way that you seemed rather mature compared to the people around you, led him to consider the possibility that you were older than he was

Unlike everyone else, he’d probably figure out your actual age upon first meeting you

Once the match was over, he spotted you with your hands full of dirty towels so he decided to help because he’s a gentleman like that

“Hey, let me get some of that for you,” he said, taking half the pile into his arms

You gave him a grateful smile, surprised that he was helping you when no one from your own team offered to help

“Thank you, um, Akashi Seijuro, right?” you said, even though you were sure that it was his name

“Yes, you can call me Sei, if you like.”

Talk about straightforward geez

“Nice to meet you Sei,” you said, feeling slightly odd referring to someone so intimidating with such a casual name, “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N,” he smiled, dumping the towels in the same basket you did. “So, how long have you been managing?”

“Just a few months, I’m still a first year after all,” you replied

He was a bit surprised, because he found you much more attractive than other girls your age

Furthermore, you had this sultry, independent reeled him in and made him think that you were older

He didn’t show any of this surprise on his face though

In fact, he looked like he never even had a doubt in the first place

And to be honest, with his ego, he’d never admit that he was wrong anyways

The two of you continued chatting for a few more minutes until Akashi was called by his coach to leave

Of course, there was no way he was leaving without getting your number and asking you out first

So the two of you eventually ended up dating

And whilst he was aware that you were the same age as he was for the most part, sometimes it would slip his mind

Especially when things got heated between you two, he would sometimes pretend like you were older— because you certainly looked and moved around like you were

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #kuroko no basket x reader #generation of miracles #kuroko tetsuya #knb #kagami taiga #murasakibara atsushi #akashi seijuro #akashi seijuro x reader #murasakibara atsushi x reader #kuroko tetsuya x reader #kagami taiga x reader

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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ILLICITUS: CHAPTER 4

Prompt: Y/N is a respectful narcotics agent, she worked hard to have her work recognized in a prominently male work field. She‘s assigned to the most important case of her whole career, investigate and apprehend the biggest drug dealer of U.S.A, the only thing she didn’t count on, was for the bastard to be so damn charming.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Mob!Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, dirty talk, blackmail, cursing, conspiracy.

Tagging: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @nicolewoo , @bayley-no-friends , @lilred91 , @auawdo , @lustyromantic

Notes: Where is this going to?...To catch up with the previous chapters just hit my Masterlist! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

I walk from Matt’s office to my desk in utter shock.

*What the hell is going on?* Is all I can think about. What seemed to be the opportunity of a life time (career wise) is becoming a true nightmare. One I couldn’t wait to wake up.

“Hey, kid! My office, NOW!” Jeffrey screamed

*Oh God, that’s all I needed right now*

“Yes, Jeffrey?” I reluctantly asked

He urgently closed and locked his office’s door

“Why did you locked the door?” I ask suspicious

He ignored me and motions for me to sit down. He was so nervous that it would be irrelevant to try to do anything but obey him.

“Happy?” I said bitterly

“Did you knew I was being tracked?” He whispered

“What do you mean?”

“Someone wiretapped my house!”

“Wait, wait. What? Are you serious Jeffrey?”

“Do I look like I’m joking to you, kid?” He angrily whispered

“Why would someone wiretap you?”

“How the fuck would I know? The only thing I know is that it came from the Bureau”

“How do you know that?”

“Because we are the only ones who use that type of technology. You can’t find that shit on the streets! Which makes me think why the fuck is somebody from this building minding my business?”He whispered screamed again

“Ok, first of all, you need to calm the fuck down! You’re little temper is not helping me to think at all. And you’re practically demonstrating to the person who did that, that you know about the wire. So take a deep breath, old man” I whispered and in an attempt to calm himself down, Jeffrey lit up a cigarette.

“Alright, where did you found the wiretap?”

“On the cable modem. We leave it at the leaving room”

“Ok, have you had any problems with your internet signal?”

“No. Why?”

“Sometimes in order to place a wire inside the house, they cause an external problem in the signal so you’ll call the cable company and someone from investigation will get inside the house to put the wire, pretending to be someone from the cable company” I explained and he gave me a puzzled look

“What?” I ask

“How do you-“

“They did that in New York to catch the Mob bosses. What kind of cop are you Jeffrey that doesn’t know about the biggest take down of the five biggest mob families of New York?” I tease

“I’m getting old, that’s my excuse” He laughs

“So if nobody came to fix anything, they must have came in normally then....has anyone from the Bureau came to your house recently?”

“Oh fuck. Everybody, kid”

“Everybody?”

“Yeah, two weeks ago, remember?”

“Shit, your birthday party” I dropped my head in defeat

“We have at least 30 suspects” He mumble

Something tells me whoever is doing this is trying to put me against Jeffrey so I decided to come clean with him

“Jeff, someone requested for a tracker on Roman Reigns”

“Please tell me you’re shitting me” He murmured “Who signed?”

“Apparently me”

“WHAT?” He screamed

“Shhhhh, someone will hear you!”

“What do you mean with ‘apparently you’?”

“My DEA ID number was in the requested by space”

“And how could someone get that?” He asked

“According to Matt, anyone who’s smart enough. He said is not that difficult, you just need to know where to look” I sighed

“Do you know when it was installed?”

“Yesterday, as I was there. Whoever did it wanted to make sure the timing matched perfectly....My biggest fear is for him to find out before I can remov-“ I was cut off by my phone ringing with an unfamiliar number.

“Y/L/N” Was my greeting

“Good morning, agent Y/L/N.”

*Oh fuck no!* I thought

“Good morning Mr. Reigns, how can I help you?”

“Well, I would like for you to join me for lunch, I have a subject I would like to discuss with you”

“I’m afraid I can’t, sir. I have a lot of work and-“

“Oh I’m certain your work can wait agent Y/L/N. Since you have some explaining to do”

“I beg your pardon?” I was already preparing myself for what I knew it would be inevitable

Roman laughs amused “Y/N. Did you really thought you could put a tracker on me and I wouldn’t find out? C’mon baby, I thought you were smarter than that!”

“Mr. Reigns, it’s not what you think-“

“I’m not gonna discuss this through a phone call. Be here at noon!” His voice colder than a bucket of ice

He hung up, before I could even protest it.

“What is it?” Jeffrey asked

“He found out and wants me to explain it” I faintly whispered

“Fucking great!” He grunts “Are you gonna go? Do you want me to go with you?”

“I have to go, I got no choice. And no, if I show up there with you is just gonna make things worst”

He nods “What are you going to do, kid?”

“Pray Jeff...pray like a fucking nun!”

......................................................................

“There she is! The little sneaky spy” Roman smirked at me “Please, sit” He motions to his office chair. The same one I sat the first time I was there.

“So, are you going to explain to me about this little thing?” He dropped the tracker on my lap

“Mr. Reigns, I know how this looks to you but I can guarantee, I didn’t requested this”

“You didn’t? Then how come is your internal identification number upon the request by line?”

*Of course he knows about that too*

“That’s what I’m trying to find out, sir”

“So what? You’re not trying to pull up the old trick that somebody is setting you up, right Y/N?”

“I know is hard to believe and if was in your position I would have the same disbelief as you right now, but unfortunately that is the pathetic truth”

“Do you expect me to believe that, agent Y/L/N?” He chuckled

I stare at him, responding “No, Mr. Reigns. I expect you to be reasonable, I would be naïve to think that I could do such an immature move like putting a tracker on you and expect you not to find out about it. As a matter of fact I would be straight up dumb if I thought that, that would ever work. So no I didn’t do it, somebody else did and that’s the reality, now whether you want to believe it or not it’s not my problem” I was taking a big risk talking to him like that, but it was the only thing I could do right now, bluff.

Roman places both of his hands on my thighs, leaning down until our faces are uncomfortably close.

“You play a dangerous game, Y/N. A very, very dangerous game” He licks my bottom lip “But I like that, it turns me on” Roman dragged his nose upon my neck, breathing in my scent

“You turn me on” He whispers in my ear “The things I can see myself doing to you are pure torture because that’s all what they are: imagination, and I want them to become reality. I want to see you spreading your legs for me, I want you in all fours on top of my bed, I want your pretty lips around my cock, I want my face in between your thighs, I want to fuck you in whatever pace I feel like it, I want you to take every inch of my cock, I wanna feel you stretching around me baby, moaning for me to go deeper and harder”

This man...The things he says, his voice so deep, his cologne filling up my nostrils and intoxicating me on his scent, on him.

“Roman” I whispered, but he continued

“You know there’s a chemistry between us, I know you can feel it too babygirl, so why hide it? Why suppress it, when we can put this stamina to good use, baby? I want it, you want it, it’s a simple math”

“That wouldn’t be very professional, I’m afraid” I mumbled

He leans back to look me in the eyes

“The tracker isn’t very professional as well is it?”

“I already told you it wasn’t me”

“And do you think a judge in court will care? There’s your personal DEA number in there, a number that technically only you have access to it and as far as I’m concerned that little tracker would be considered an invasion of privacy, I could sue not only you but the DEA for that. I mean, I signed an official document allowing you to search for anything you want in my professional life, not on my personal one and that tracker was installed on one of my private cars. Do you see my point, Y/N?”

“You want me to fuck you in order for you to keep your mouth shut” I angrily murmured

“Well, biologically speaking I would be the one to fuck you not the other way around” He smirked

“You’re so low, Roman” I spat

“Roman? No more formalities I see, I like that” He smiled

“Not happening” I shake my head vigorously

“What? Do you find me so repugnant that the thought of sleeping with me is that horrifying?” He asked amused

“It’s not that-“

“Oh, so you do find me attractive?” He asks pretending to be surprised

“Modesty doesn’t suits you, Mr. Reigns” I mocked

“So what is it?”

“If I do it, it’s gonna be like signing my guilty sentence. I would be screwing you to somehow make me innocent” I answered

Roman pulled me up from the chair, hugged my waist resting his hands mere inches from my ass.

“No baby, screwing me would be the equivalent to not getting fired, not having a billionaire lawsuit filled against you and not spending the rest of your life in prison” He smiled, now caressing my butt cheeks

“So babygirl, what’s gonna be?”

TO BE CONTINUED

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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ssw | embry call ; let me take care of you.

NOTES:

As I said yesterday... I’m going to break down the list of prompts I originally intended to use for just one one-shot into a few different ones for this because I just felt like the first one flowed so well using only the one... This is the second part to the one shot I posted yesterday. And there will be at least a few more parts after this. I can’t say when they’ll be coming, but I can say they will be coming eventually.

Again, same as yesterday.. I am not a medical professional. Nor have I ever had amnesia of any kind. I’m trying my best with this, so apologies if it doesn’t seem realistic or whatever...If it matters/bothers anyone, that is.

Question though.. Would anyone be interested in at least one part of this being written in his point of view? Because I feel like it’d be interesting to write that way... It’d be third person..

PROMPTS:

Taken from [ here ] or [ here ]. The prompt used for inspiration here was obviously, Let me take care of you.

FANDOM / CHARACTER:

Twilight / Embry Call x Imprint!OFC, Merisa.

OTHER WORKS EMBRY & MERISA ARE FOUND IN:

[ he looks down. she looks up. ]

WARNINGS:

amnesia tw, vague injuries mentioned tw, just gonna say her current soon to be ex boyfriend is an actual piece of garbage so.. yeah.. Sexual tension. Beyond all these, there’s not really anything else I can think of.

TAGGING:

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OTHER STUFF:

[ faq | request rules | sfw masterlist | tag list doc ]

The phone rang, shattering the silence and my train of thought. Okay, so it wasn’t a train of thought because I was more or less staring out the window of my grandmother’s living room and watching Embry Call work on my grandmother’s old car out in the driveway, but.. The phone was a distraction I didn’t want.

I grumbled when it didn’t go quiet. And after a few more seconds I’d had all I could take of the high pitched sound in all it’s annoying glory. I sprang up from the couch gingerly, grabbing up the remote to pause the true crime documentary I’d been engrossed in about Richard Ramirez and I hobbled into the kitchen, wincing every step of the way.

A scowl filled my face and I tensed up just as soon as I picked up and I heard Greg on the other end of the line. Upon hearing his voice, all sorts of unpleasant memories came rushing back. It was too much.

“Merisa?”

“What, Greg?” I snapped. Impatient. Peering out my grandma’s living room window. Biting my bottom lip as I watched Embry tug the stained tank top he was wearing up over his head and wipe at sweat on his forehead with it before tossing it on the concrete slab next to his open toolbox.

“I asked you a question.” Greg cleared his throat expectantly.

Is it bad that I was so caught up in watching Embry do mechanic things outside that I didn’t even attempt to make an effort to listen to a damn word Greg said? Because this is exactly what happened.

“I wasn’t listening.”

Greg gave an annoyed huff at my honest answer and I rolled my eyes. Grumbling. The crackle of static over the phone line breaking through for a second or two. Whether I asked for him to repeat himself or not didn’t matter at all because Greg went on and asked his question again anyway.

“I said don’t you think you should be planning to return to Seattle soon? You were only supposed to be gone for a few days. It’s been nearly four weeks.” Greg stated. Pausing for a minute to grumble to himself about how this was typical of me, telling him one thing and then doing something entirely different.

And I snapped.

“Does the fact that I nearly died three and a half weeks ago just not mean anything to you at all or..?” I snarled, going quiet for a second or two. Determined to stay calm. But exploding felt so damn satisfying. It was hard to resist. I got the feeling that I spent 90 percent of my time around Greg biting my tongue and that had me wondering why. What did this guy have that kept me with him? The more I wondered about it, the harder it was to come up with any real sort of answer.

“Sorry. I should know better than to ask questions I already know the answer to.” I apologized. In my own petty way, of course.

Greg took my apology as sincerity and he sighed. Disappointed, obviously because I wasn’t there to tend to his every stupid whim. “I’m sorry too, it’s just.. I told you we had plans. You know how important this weekend is to me and the fact that you’re not even trying to come back… I’m just disappointed, sweetheart. That’s all.”

,, well excuse the fuck out of me for grieving. excuse me for loving my mother enough to want to go to her funeral. Excuse me for nearly dying and needing to heal and getting in the way of your precious plans,asshole.” I wanted to say it so badly that I had to bite the insides of my cheeks and ball my hands into fists just to keep it in. I sighed. “Instead of making this harder than it has to be, you could actually be a caring boyfriend and come to make sure I’m okay… I mean.. I am dealing with memory loss and injuries...”

Surprise, surprise. He suddenly had a thousand excuses as to why he couldn’t -and wouldn’t, just do that. And my stomach churned. Did he even give a shit? Why was I still wasting my time? Why had I even bothered answering the phone in the first place this time?

I made up my mind right then. As soon as I got off the phone with him, I was going to block him on all socials. I was going to block his number on my cell phone. And if I saw his name on my grandmother’s caller ID when the phone rang, I was just going to walk out of the room.

“I’ve gotta go.” I muttered. Before Greg could say anything else, I hung up the phone angrily. Slamming it down on it’s cradle.

From the doorway, Embry cleared his throat and stepped into the living room. “Trouble in paradise?”

“If that’s what paradise is I’d hate to imagine hell.” I flopped back on the couch dramatically. Wincing when yes, it still hurts to move certain ways. Or too much at once.

Embry sat down in my grandmother’s recliner. Staring intently at the television which was paused on the clubhouse scene from Dirty Dancing.

I grabbed my cell phone from the end table and did exactly what I made up my mind to do. Blocking Greg on every single one of my socials. And out of pettiness, I changed my relationship status on Instagram to single.

He’d never even bothered to change his, if memory serves. Why had I changed mine?

There was still so much I had left to fill in as far as my memory gaps, but it was coming back in leaps and bounds. Something told me that the last thing I needed to have done was return to Seattle. Otherwise, I might not have ever remembered or even realized to begin with, what kind of man I was involved with because I’m pretty sure that Greg wouldn’t have started to really show his true self.

He’d done a pretty fair job of hiding just how controlling and easily irritated by the slightest inconvenience he really was so far, I mean, I hadn’t dropped his ass.

I smirked in satisfaction as I put down my phone.

I happened to glance over at Embry to find him staring at me. Like he wanted to say something or he was lost in thought. Before I could help myself, I was staring right back. Getting pulled into the depths of his eyes. Eventually dropping my gaze down. Lingering on his mouth when he licked his lips.

I couldn’t stop staring. This was starting to become habit whenever he was around. Especially if he wasn’t paying attention so I knew I could stare to my hearts content and get away with it.

I stood and cleared my throat. “I’m gonna go get myself some lemonade. Do you want anything?” I asked as I walked over to the doorway leading into the kitchen.

“If there are any more bottled waters?” Embry asked hopefully. I smiled and gave him a thumbs up. And as soon as I was in the kitchen, I leaned against the fridge. Fanning myself with one of my grandmother’s magazines that happened to be sitting on the counter.

After I managed to pull myself together just a little bit, I grabbed a bottled water for Embry and I poured myself a glass of lemonade. And when I turned to walk back into the living room, I found myself body to body with Embry as he stepped into the doorway between the two rooms.

My thighs clenched just a little at the way it felt to be pressed against him. Hard muscles against my own softness. For a second, when I opened my mouth to tell him I’d gotten his water like he asked for, the words hung in my throat.

Finally, I managed to get it out. “Your water, sir.” I held out the water bottle to him and after holding it against the back of his neck for a few seconds, he uncapped it, practically swallowing down half the bottle in one gulp.

Eyes locked on me the entire time. I know this because I’ll be damned if I could stop staring at him either. I tried. And failed.

He cleared his throat.

“Oh, right.. You probably wanted to wash your hands…” I stepped out of the doorway, pouting to myself a little because the second physical contact was broken, I missed the feel of his body against mine.

He walked over to the sink. Turning it on. Washing his hands. And I happened to notice he had a few busted knuckles.

“You need those sanitized. C’mere.” I nodded to the stool on the other side of the counter. Embry shrugged. Muttered that it wasn’t a big deal.

“It’s called infection setting in. And it can happen.” I insisted, nodding to the stool again. When he shook his head and took another sip of water and calmly insisted that he was fine, I shook my head and hobbled over. Grabbing hold of the hand that wasn’t injured. Leading him to the stool. “Sit.”

“Okay, alright. You know, you’re a lot bossier than I remember.” Embry muttered, gazing down at me. Even sitting down he was still taller. Bigger.

I stuck out my tongue at him. “If it keeps you from getting a nasty infection in your hand, I’ll take it.” I muttered. My gaze settling on him. Instantly getting sucked right back into those deep brown eyes and lost.

After a second or two of both of us staring at each other yet again, I cleared my throat. “I should go find the first aid kit.”

“It’s under the sink.” Embry answered quietly. I bit my lip. Nodding as I muttered mostly to myself, “Under the sink.” and turned away to get it.

“You don’t have to do this. I’m telling you, it’s fine. I deal with this all the time. Kind of happens when you work at a garage, Merisa…” Embry trailed off as I glanced back at him and stated in a firmer tone, “Let me take care of you, okay?”

I grabbed the bottle of peroxide and a rag. Sitting on the stool adjacent to his. Grabbing hold of his hand and placing it in my lap.

“You have tiny hands.” Embry muttered, almost sounding dazed. I glanced up at him through a curtain of hair as it fell right into my face because I bent my head just a little to see his hand better. I swallowed hard. Trying not to think of how good it felt to have his hand in mine. Or on my body.

When I exhaled, it was shaky.

That had me raising a brow.

If this man had one tenth of a clue just what he stirred up in me, I swear to God…

He jumped as the peroxide made contact with the open wounds, bubbling and fizzing as it cleaned the wounds out.

A memory came back to me… I was younger. Probably around five. My grandmother sat on the stool Embry currently sat on and I sat on the stool I was currently sitting on. My leg was in her lap and she was dabbing some red liquid on it that burned like the fire of ten thousand hells. I was crying and trying to jerk my leg away, but my grandma just held onto it. And when she finished, she leaned in… Blowing gently on my injured knee.

As the bubbling started to slow down, I raised Embry’s hand, leaning down. Blowing on the knuckles a little. Glancing up at him and teasing playfully, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I’ve felt worse.” he finally mumbled after we’d been locked in a quiet staredown for what felt like minutes instead of seconds.

It sank in that I was still holding onto his hand. And he wasn’t making an effort to pull his hand away, either.

My grandmother cleared her throat from the doorway and smirked at the two of us playfully as she came in, sitting groceries on the counter. “Am I interrupting something, Merisa?”

“No, not at all.” I answered. Smiling. Letting go of Embry’s hand as my cheeks burned. I felt like a teenager just walked in on by her parents.

Embry slid off the stool and brushed his hands over his jeans. “I need to get back to it.” he muttered. Hurrying out of the house. As soon as the screen door banged shut behind him, I let out a ragged breath. Fanning myself with the magazine again.

Trying to ignore the look I was getting from my grandmother.

When she couldn’t resist any longer, she spoke up. “He’s single.. If you’re wondering.”

“Grandma!” I laughed out, shaking my head. My gaze lingering on the window. Fixed on him.

My grandmother spoke up again. “It’s been so nice having you here, Mermaid… It’ll be a shame to see you go.”

Before I really stopped to think about it, I replied “ Honestly? I’m tempted to stay.”

My grandmother pulled me into a tight hug. Smiling at me as the hug broke. “I won’t stop you. The decision is yours.”

I nodded. Waiting until she was in the other room with one of her soap operas going full blast before I wandered back over to the window that faced where Embry currently was outside. Staring out at him with my fingertips pressed against the glass.

I thought he’d caught me one time because he stopped what he was doing beneath the hood of the car to glance around the yard. I moved away from the window quickly, shaking my head and laughing at myself about it.

I’ll repeat. If Embry Call had one tenth of a clue the effect he had on me...

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years

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Stray Kids Reaction: S/o Falls Back Into Old Habits

A/n: so this is a more serious request! if any of my readers feel like they need to talk to someone (whether about this or not) my messages are always open to anyone and everyone. Also this did get a little personal for me, (Jisung’s is based on my personal experience)

Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings: (TRIGGER WARNING)Mentions of eating disorders, cursing

Tag List: @distrikt9 @mini-meanhoe @poeticallyspaghetti @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @yangomangos

Bangchan:

You had a history of not making the healthiest choices when it came to weight loss. It was a secret you kept to yourself. A secret you thought you wouldn’t have to deal with again. But, life sometimes throws stuff at you, and you can't help but fall back into old habits.

You knew Chan adored you. That didn’t mean hate comments got any easier to read. It was almost impossible to avoid them. Chan was always in the public eye, so it wasn’t long before your relationship was outed. At first, it was fine. Most of the Stray Kids fans accepted you; they wanted Chan happy.

Eventually, after all the commotion died down, anti-fans started to surface. They had found old pictures of you from high school and posted them with cruel comments. It was difficult with Chan away from home so much. You felt like you were alone, with no one to help guide you away from the dark places the comments were leading you towards.

The old pictures resurfacing reminded you of how you used to look when you were younger. It was easy to see the change in your body weight. You had started working through lunch. It was a simple excuse. It wasn’t a lie that your workload had doubled over the past week, though Chan was upset you skipped a meal, he understood.

But your old mentality started to creep back in. The next meal to go was breakfast. Chan was usually gone before you got up so he didn’t notice. What he did notice was you slowly losing your appetite at dinner. At first, he thought you were just a little sick. He made sure to stock up on medicine next time he picked up groceries. However, in your mind, you still weren’t losing the weight you wanted fast enough. Knowing Chan would freak if you stopped eating dinner you decided to hide a bottle of diet pills behind a couple shoeboxes at the top of your closet.

“Hey, Y/n? You wanna order a pizza?” Chan called from your bedroom. A pizza sounded divine. The sound of your stomach rumbling made you feel guilty. There was no way you would ruin this streak just for a pizza.

“Umm...you can! I ate a little earlier.” You called back. There was a moment of silence. You figured he was just picking up some dirty laundry or something.

“Baby, when did you eat? You didn’t have lunch with me and-”

Chan’s voice stopped all of a sudden. “I didn’t what?” You asked flipping through your phone. You frowned yet again coming across some hate comments. Sighing you tossed your phone onto the other side of the couch. “Babe?” You called still not hearing back from your boyfriend. Looking up you found Chan standing in the hallway holding a familiar white bottle in his hands.

“What the hell is this?”

Chan was angry. He was more than angry. He was pissed. He looked hurt when he tossed the bottle to you. “They are just diet pills, Chan.” His teeth dragged across his lip and his hands came to rest on his hips.

“No. Only half the bottle is left! Y/n this is dangerous. I know you’ve been skipping meals!” You flinched as Chan raised his voice. He noticed and came over to you. His hands wrapped around yours, shaking a little bit. “Y/n....I’m scared for you....I’ve been scared for you. You won’t talk to me. I know about the hate and the meals, but this? Baby. You’ve gotta talk to me.”

You looked at your boyfriend crouched in front of you, holding back tears. “Chan...it was just hard not to go back to bad habits. I’m so sorry.” Tears fell from his eyes hearing you speak. He dropped his head into your lap, still holding your hands tightly. He looked up, eyes puffy and red. His lips pressed against the back of my hand.

“I’m with you, yeah? I love you. I’m not going to let you do this alone.”

Minho:

Being a model was one of the best jobs you had ever had. It wasn’t as easy as everyone thought. You had great expectations put on you. At any given moment your agency could call you and say that you needed to drop fifteen pounds and chop off half your hair and you would have to do it to keep your contract.

Minho was used to your crazy weight-loss diets and coming home to you running on the treadmill with six coats on. He trusted you to be safe with whatever you were doing. He always checked in on you, even when he was away on tour.

Little texts making sure you were alright. Facetimes before he went to sleep. But, it was better having Mino home with you. Thankfully he would be home for the next six months.

The blare of your ringtone woke you up from a deep sleep. Minho was still sound asleep next to you and two of the cats were snuggled up at the foot of the bed. Seeing the agency as the caller id, you picked it up. They gave you the requirements for the job as well as the deadline. “Next week!” You exclaimed trying to keep Minho from waking up.

After a few more exchanged words you hung up the phone and lay in bed. “Twenty pounds?” You whispered to yourself. There was absolutely no way you could do this in time without not being healthy. But, the pay day was huge. There was no way you could pass up this gig if you wanted to make rent this month. The only problem would be Minho. He would totally scream at you if he found out you weren’t being healthy losing the weight.

Hell, the weight they wanted you to be wasn’t exactly healthy either. Your boyfriend stirred next to you, wrapping an arm around your middle. The next week you did everything possible to lose the weight. You skipped meals and you practically lived at the gym.

“Babe, have you eaten yet?” Minho said over the phone. He spoke to you on speakerphone as you ran with a hoodie on the treadmill in your apartment. You were three days away from your deadline with still five pounds left to lose.

“Yeah,” You said out of breath. Lie. “I ate a big salad a couple hours ago.” Another lie. You hadn’t eaten anything in the last seventy-four hours. He sighed over the phone. “What’s wrong, Minho?”

“Y/n we ran out of lettuce like two days ago, babe.”

Letting out a nervous laugh, you turned off the treadmill. “Minho.... I-uh...I ordered one-” You heard the line click. He hung up. “Oh fuck.” You said head in your hands. You shed the jacket and raced to your closet. You grabbed one of Minho’s big sweaters and threw it over your head. About ten minutes later the front door opened, Minho storming in throwing his stuff on the counter. “Hey! Did management let you off early-”

Without a word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the apartment. The next thing you knew you were walking up the stairs of your agency. The two of you blew past your boss’s secretary. “What the fuck, man!?” Minho screamed bursting into my boss’s office. “Do realize you are driving my girlfriend slowly off a cliff? She could kill herself just trying to meet your expectations! LITERALLY.”

Your boss was completely shocked. He was at a loss for words. “This is not on Y/n. This is on you for making her feel like she ever had to feel like she had to use such drastic measure simply to please your patriarchal sexist ass.” You felt like crying seeing Minho defend you. It was true. It was your choice to skip meals, but mostly out of fear of the termination of your contract.

“Sir-”

“No. I don’t think you know who I am. One word from me to the press could ruin you in this industry for the rest of your life.” Your boss stayed silent. Clearly fearing for his reputation. “Now, you are going to let Y/n end her contract, with full compensation, on the grounds of employee abuse.” Minho narrowed his eyes, completely furious. “Got it?”

He nodded and Minho took your hand in his and led you out of the office. “Thank you, Min.” You whispered, kissing his shoulder.

“You’ve got to tell me, babe. I’m not gonna stand by while you are forcing yourself through this.”

Changbin:

Changbin wasn’t the most observant man on the planet. But, it was very hard to slip anything past him when it came to you. His job was demanding and took up far more of his time than either of you would like, but the man was clingy even from a distance.

You just dropped him off at the airport not four hours ago and he was already facetiming you. With Changbin gone, your apartment felt empty. The days seemed to blur together. Days flooded into nights and nights blended into early mornings. You were sad and missed him a lot. So you did the best thing you could think of to distract yourself was throw yourself into your work.

The tour was nowhere near its end and you were bringing more and more work home. You got into the bad habit of skipping meals and you barely ate anything for dinner, choosing instead to work. Most nights you fell asleep at your desk, having not eaten anything all day.

Changbin would call at all hours of the night, so caught up in tour life he had forgotten that it was three am where you were. You didn’t mind, however, the calls always ended with you missing him even more. If things were really bad you would go down to the bakery and eat an entire cake by yourself only to refuse food for the rest of the week.

“I’m so lonely here without you,” You said to the glow of your laptop screen. Changbin’s face filled the screen. He was barefaced and had a hoodie covering his messy hair. Seeing your boyfriend even just through a facetime call was a godsend. “It’s been really hard keeping it together. When are you coming home?”

He sighed. Clearly, he wasn’t handling the distance well either. “Four days.” Your head dropped into your hands. Four days. You could handle four more days. The question was could your body handle four more days? “Sweetie, you don’t look too good. Are you sure you are taking care of yourself?” Changbin looked seriously worried.

The internal struggle of whether to tell him or not was evident.

“Y/n, you can tell me anything. I’m worried about you.”

Your fingers raked through your hair. Changbin let out an anxious sigh. He knew silence from you was a bad sign. “I haven’t exactly been eating well lately.” His face grew somber.

“How not exactly?”

“Like....at all.”

“Y/n!” Changbin exclaimed. You were sure that he had woken up whatever boy he was sharing a room with. He broke seeing the shame on your face. How he had not noticed sooner was shameful to him. Your face was starting to sink in and dark circles lay under your eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to bring up past problems I had and worry you with them. They are mine to deal with.”

Changbin shook his head. “I want to share your problems, sweetie. Your problems are mine and I’m glad to take them.” He paused simply looking at you with care. “Do you want me to come home? I’ll be on the first flight out?”

“I can’t make you do that. The boys and STAY need you.”

“You need me more right now.”

Hyunjin:

Your mother was lapping you. She was getting married twice. You weren’t even married once! It didn’t help at all that your mother was one of the most judgemental living on the planet. All her friends were a close second. She had been hounding you for years to get a boyfriend. She was always nagging on you to settle down and give her grandchildren.

Hyunjin coming into your life was the best thing that had ever happened to you. He made you feel fully yourself and even helped you out of some really bad habits that your mother had gotten you into. Hyunjin slowly helped you rebuild your self-esteem and you loved him more every day for it.

“Y/n, last time I saw you it looked like you had been putting on quite a bit of weight. I’ve already sent you the dress I want you wearing and you need to fit in it by the wedding. Am I clear?” The shrill voice of your mother filled the room. Why did you put her on speakerphone again? You looked at the lilac colored dress you were holding in the mirror. “Y/n?”

“Yes, mother. I understand.” There was no way you were fitting into this. She sent it to you this morning and the wedding was nine days away. It wasn’t surprising she pulled something like this. She always had impossible standards to hold you too. Having enough of your mother, you hung up the phone.

With a sigh, you grabbed the dress and tried to put it on. It was by far the most unflattering garment you had ever worn. You couldn’t close the zipper and it emphasized all the wrong places on your body. You could barely breathe in the tight fabric. Wiping stressed tears from your face, you shedded the frock. The choice of never giving down your mother's complaints or simply wearing a different dress were pounding against your skull.

If only Hyunjin wasn’t still on a dating ban. Then you could tell your mother how happy you were with him and she would stop hounding about your weight and appearance. But, that wasn’t the case. Only eight more months. Eight more months and you could shout about Hyunjin from the rooftops without a care. Until then, you had to lose a lot of weight as soon as possible.

As much as it hurt you to go behind Hyunjin’s back, you returned to your old habits, skipping most of your meals. It was easy to hide at first. Hyunjin would come home late from practice, so he didn’t find it unusual for you to have ‘eaten’ before him.

However, what wasn’t normal, was you getting dizzy spells. But you were so close to fitting in that dress you couldn't stop. Hyunjin was lounging on the couch, flipping through random channels. The edge of your vision started to blur out, making you clutch the counter for balance. Taking some deep breaths you focused on centering yourself. “Baby, you okay?” Hyunjin said, his voice laced with concern. He was already making his way over to you, hand finding the small of your back.

You pushed away from the counter to respond to your boyfriend, but your knees buckled under you. Hyunjin caught you, pulling you into his chest. “Oh shit- Y/n, baby. Look at me. How many fingers am I holding up?” Hyunjin held up three long fingers that looked more like five or six. You groaned, leaning into him.

Hyunjin, slightly panicking, pulled you over to the couch and laid you down. You watched him pick up his phone ready to dial emergency services. “Jinnie! No! Don’t. Really, I’m fine. It was just a dizzy spell.” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“You haven't had a dizzy spell since-” His words caught in his throat and he turned to you in shock. “Y/n...when was the last time you ate.” Your hands covered your face, rubbing your temples.

“I had a ramen cup. Don’t worry.”

Hyunjin involuntarily rolled his eyes letting out a frustrated huff. “I didn’t say what. I said ‘when’. ‘When’, Y/n!” He sighed seeing you struggle to think back on the past few days.

“I think....like two and a half days ago?” Hyunjin sighed, picking up his phone again. He walked into another room and returned about ten minutes later. You watched him walk to the kitchen and grab a Gatorade from the fridge. He placed it in front of you just as the doorbell rang. He ran a hand through his blonde hair as he took a huge bag from a man at the door.

“Eat. Drink.” He said placing the bag of takeout in front of you. He unwrapped the food and twisted the cap off the drink, placing it in your hand and lap. He had a worried look on his face as he watched you begin to eat. “I called your mom.”

You immediately started choking on the food, giving Hyunjin yet another panic attack. “You WHAT?”

“I told her about us. I know the wedding and all her expectation is what is causing you stress. I told her to add me to the guest list and that you’re showing up in whatever you want to wear and that she better not say one word about it or else she’ll hear some choice words from me.”

Your eyes softened and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He nuzzled his face in your hair letting out a staggered sigh. “Anytime you feel like that, you’ve got to come tell me. I hurt when you hurt. I hurt even more when you try to keep me from helping you.”

Jisung:

Your stomach growled. In the past three days, you had eaten nothing but a couple crackers and a few pieces of cheese. College had been really rough on you lately. Classes were tough and you had resorted to stress eating while Jisung was away and working. It was even worse when he went off on tour.

Without him around your self-esteem was at an all time low. In your mind, it was only a matter of time before Jisung came back with a girl who was much prettier, much skinnier, and just....better...than you. It wasn’t easy to tell Jisung this. You had never really been great at talking about your feelings.

The sound of your cell phone buzzed against the kitchen counter. It was almost midnight so only one person could be texting you. Your hands swiped through the notifications until you could read the message. Jisung.

Hey bb! <3 Gonna be home late. So sorry :( don't wait up for me

You sighed and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. Your boyfriend was right, as much as you hated to admit it. There was no point in waiting up for him. The edge of your vision started to blur out so you shook your head and blinked a few times. “A hot shower would probably do me some good.” You said to the empty apartment.

Tossing your clothes in the hamper, you walked in your underwear into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Suddenly you felt dizzy, heat flooding the small room, fogging up the mirror. Your head started to spin. The orientation of the room seemed to flip upside down. You grabbed at anything knowing you were going to fall any second. The shower curtain came down with you, your head banging against the shower wall and then against the bathtub.

Black clouded your vision as hot water pelted down on you from the showerhead.

Jisung turned the lock of your shared apartment at about two in the morning. The first thing he noticed was the lights in the kitchen and bedroom were still on. He tossed his bag on the counter and set his phone down beside it. “Baby? You still up?” He called into the apartment. “Y/n?” He asked hearing the shower running.

He gently wrapped his knuckles on the door. After a few minutes of not hearing a reply, he started to get a little worried. “Y/n? Babe.” Slowly he pushed open the door and peeked his head into the bathroom. His eyes widened seeing you passed out shower curtain falling on top of you. “OH SHIT!”

Jisung burst into the bathroom and threw the shower curtain away from your unconscious body. He shut off the water and cradled your head away from the shower wall. As gently as he could he picked you up and set you on the bed the both of you shared. “Fuck. My phone. Where’s my phone?” Jisung scrambled, running out of the bedroom. He was frantic.

“911. What is your emergency?” The calm voice of the operator spoke to him.

“My girlfriend. She uh--....fuck. She fell in the shower. I don’t know. I just came home. I think she hit her head.” Jisung ran a stressed hand through his hair, his feet carrying him back to the bedroom. He nodded at the operator's instructions and kept them on the phone as he grabbed one of his shirts from your closet to cover you up.

The paramedics arrived and loaded you up in an ambulance. Your heavy eyes opened slowly and you looked around the back of the emergency vehicle. It hurt to turn your head, which was still making you feel dizzy. Jisung sat beside you, holding your hand tightly, head down, and tears falling down his cheeks. “Jisung...” You croaked out.

His head shot up and he didn’t even bother trying to hide his tears. “Baby! Oh, thank god! Y/n you scared me half to death! What the hell happened?” He held your hand tightly, kissing along your knuckles.

“I’m so sorry, Ji....I only meant to skip a couple meals. I thought...I thought I had it under control.” You continued to ramble trying to make sure the words were coming out the way you wanted. Jisung looked heartbroken next to you.

“Y/n....you can’t...fuck...I love you so much. You’ve gotta tell me this stuff, okay?” He said choking up. You had never seen him so upset, so broken. “I can’t lose you. You’re perfect to me always.” You nodded, tears falling down your own cheeks.

“I’m so sorry-...I’m so sorry. I should have told you...”

Felix:

After being a trainee since you were fourteen, you had picked up an unhealthy mindset about your body image. The weekly weigh-ins your company put you through always had you watching your weight down to the ounce. There had been several incidents regarding your health and some unhealthy weight choices, thankfully they hadn’t been leaked to the press and your company covered it up. Felix had been your friend since you debuted and you had been dating for almost a year and a half. The two of you kept it a secret since both of you were still under a dating ban. Felix was always there for you when you needed him. Even if that meant him coming to find you in a broom closet because you were having a rough time and needed a hug.

Comeback season was always a rough time for the both of you. His group was busy, your group was busy. There was hardly any time to see each other. Promotions were even worse, especially for you. You felt like you had to constantly watch what you were eating since there were cameras all around you. You limited you food intake to one small meal a day, choosing to drink lots of weight loss shakes and water instead. Your secret diet plan had been working for years. You hadn’t had an incident since debut.

Your stomach growled as you looked in the mirror. “Y/n, did you eat?” Your leader asked brushing extra blush across her cheeks. You shook your head, knowing your voice would waver if you tried to lie.

“I’ll get something after the performance.”

The sound of other performances were playing on the music shows backstage TV. The skirt you were wearing was squeezing your stomach the fabric unbearably tight. “Girls, you’re up next! Stray Kids is after you. Backstage in two.” A stagehand said popping into the room then quickly exited. The members of your group started filing out of the room, heading backstage.

Stray Kids were waiting backstage already. You waved at Felix in the dark as you all came to stand next to them. You felt yourself get hot all of sudden and the room was beginning to tilt. The heels you were wearing made it a little more difficult for you to catch your balance.

You felt a hand on your back, steadying you. Felix appeared behind you, a concerned expression on his handsome face. “You okay, darling?” You nodded and brushed a bead of sweat from your forehead.

“Yeah. Just got a little dizzy for a second.”

Felix still looked concerned but gave you a quick kiss on the cheek after making sure no one was looking. “I’ll see you after your performance, darling.” He whispered in your ear before sending you onstage. Your group got in position and started performing your new song. Your head was spinning and you felt like you were going to pass out under the white hot stage lights.

The lyrics to your part of the song came out breathy as you danced in the center. It was evident you weren’t giving your one hundred percent, but you smiled through the pain you were feeling. You let your face fall as you transitioned to the back. If you could just hold on until the song was over.

In the middle of the dance break, your body couldn’t take it anymore. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you crumpled onto the floor, your body had been running on zero fuel for too long and gave out. The gasps of the audience stopped the performance and your group members froze in place. You felt someone run next to you and turn you over. You dazed eyes looked up to see Felix, fear plastered all over his face.

“We need to get her to the hospital.” Your leader said ushering the two of you off stage. Felix carried you in his arms until you were resting on the hospital bed, still in your stage clothes. Felix and your leader sat in the room with you while the doctors ran several tests. They hooked an IV up to your arm and waited for the doctor to return.

“So, who are you again?” The doctor asked pointing to Felix and your leader. She introduced herself, but before she could say anything else Felix interrupted her.

“I’m Felix, Y/n’s boyfriend. What going on, doctor?” She turned to you with wide eyes pointing at Felix. You motioned to her and an unspoken promise was made that you would talk about it later. She gave you a stern motherly look before turning back to what the doctor was saying.

“Well. She is severely malnourished. Her blood sugar and iron are dangerously low.” Felix put his head in his hands, clearly upset. “I’m seeing in her records this has occurred before?” Felix nodded reached for your hand. “Well, I want her to stay here until the IV is drained and someone should make sure she is eating and resting well.” The doctor wrote out a copy of meds and instructions for both Felix and your leader.

You watched Felix listen intensely on everything the doctor said about your health, taking notes of his own. Eventually, the doctor and your leader left the room. “Darling...I should have figured it out when you said you were dizzy. I’m so sorry. I should have- Fuck, I saw the sign and I didn’t do anything.” He rested his head in his hands clearly upset. You pulled him over to you and wrapped your arms around him.

“Thank you, for being here for me. That’s all I need.” You kissed the top of his head and buried your face in his neck.

Seungmin:

You could tell Seungmin anything. You had been best friends before you started dating and were basically inseparable. There was only one thing Seungmin didn’t know about you, your history with not so healthy weight loss methods. In highschool like most students, your self esteem was a soul sucking bottomless pit.

Every insecurity was brought to light by your cruel peers. Feeling broken you sought comfort looking magazines filled with beautiful women. Beautiful skinny women. Your desire to be like them grew stronger as you grew older. At first, you only skipped meals when extra work needed to be done. To you, there was no bad consequence at the time. Not only would you lose a little weight but you would get more accomplished.

Then skipping meals became a regular thing. You would usually get dinner with Seungmin most nights but still ate light. Seungmin paid no mind to it, assuming you were eating healthy during the day.

After a few months, he noticed you were extremely thin to an unhealthy degree. Seungmin was hesitant to ask you about it at first. You were an adult and could take care of yourself. He also didn’t want to come off as clingy and intrusive, but he was really worried about you to the point where he would lose sleep wondering if you had actually eaten that day and lied to him over a phone call.

Soon, he had enough. “Y/n, be honest with me.” He exclaimed one day while he was over at your apartment. You stopped mid-sip of water and turned to your boyfriend. “You’re skipping meals aren’t you?”

Silence filled the apartment. Every sound seemed to have been amplified. The dripping water of the bathroom faucet, the clock in the kitchen, the fabric of Seungmin’s sweater brushing against the couch. He watched you with determined eyes.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked hesitantly. He let out a heavy sigh taking your hands in his. He looked hurt.

Your boyfriend looked back up at you. He seemed to be studying every detail of your face. The bags under your eyes. The way your cheeks had begun to sink in. “I’m not mad.” He whispered. Seungmin took his time choosing his next words with care. “I’m worried, Y/n. Look at you. You are clearly not healthy. This has gotten out of hand.”

You felt exposed. Raw. Vulnerable. You felt small. Seungmin was right. What you were doing wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t safe, but you couldn’t just stop. It had gotten to the point that you barely had an appetite during normal meal times.

“Min...I can’t just stop. I’m really messed up aren’t I?”

Seungmin pulled you into his chest, resting his head on yours. “No more than anyone else.” He whispered. It felt like a weight lifted off your shoulders knowing that Seungmin knew your secret. You didn’t feel alone anymore. “We can get you the help you need. All I want is for you to be healthy and happy.”

There were a million things you wanted to say to him, but actions seemed to work better. You nodded against his chest, letting your arms fall from around his neck to rest gently over his heart. “I should have told you sooner.” You said softly, listening to his heartbeat.

His fingers softly ran through your hair. “What matters is you told me. I’m not going to let you go through this alone anymore. I’m always here for you, Y/n.”

Jeongin:

You had recently got a new roommate. A roommate who looked like she walked straight out of a Victoria’s Secret magazine. It didn’t help that she often walked around in her body hugging workout gear. You felt pudgy next to her. She was of course the nicest person on the planet which didn’t make your jealousy decrease any more than it should. In reality, it only grew more.

You wanted what she had. At first, you just started with a diet and exercise. Jeongin was happy to work out with you in the gym. He loved going on night runs with you near the Han river. But, you just weren’t getting the results you wanted. You still looked like a blobfish next to your roommate and were seeing no near progress anytime soon.

The first thing that Jeongin noticed was you stopped letting him come around to your apartment. In your mind the less he saw your roommate the less likely he was to compare you too. Not that he would, but there was always this doubt in the back of your mind.

The second was your dramatic change in demeanor. A cloud of depression seemed to hang over you wherever you went. You were tired and not acting like yourself. Lastly, he noticed you getting thinner and thinner.

You had cut out so many things from your diet that you were basically only eating a few crackers and slices of cheese a couple times a day. You stopped going out to dinner with Jeongin, choosing to go out when you knew you wouldn’t be eating.

He had no idea how to approach you, but he was worried sick. So, he went to the one person he knew he could trust with anything. Chan. He sat done with Chan and told him about everything he was thinking and feeling. After getting advice from his hyung he felt much better about asking you what was going on.

The two of you were on one of your Han river night runs. The pace you were running at was slower than usual. Jeongin made sure to go your speed, picking up on little things he noticed. “Y/n, are you sure you are alright?” He asked, stopping.

You nodded hands resting on your knee. Your chest was tight and your stomach hurt. It felt like hot volcanic air was pressing down on you like an anvil. “I’m fine. I just need a break.” He nodded and crouched down next to you. Not many people were out since it was later in the evening, but Jeongin still kept an eye out for pedestrians who might come by.

“Angel, you don’t look good at all.” He said rubbing your back. “Come sit for a minute.” Not letting you say anything against the notion he dragged you over to a bench and handed you his water bottle. You flinched tasting what was in it. Definitely not water.

“What is this?”

“Don’t worry. It’s got plenty of electrolytes in it. Just drink, angel. You need it.”

Jeongin rubbed your back as you drank from the bottle. “How did you know I needed that?” You questioned still out of breath. You attempted to hand him back the water bottle but he put it back in your hands.

“I know you haven’t been taking care of yourself.”

You sighed head in your hands. “How long have you known?”

He shrugged playing with a bracelet on his wrist. “Maybe a week,” He had known for that long and he hadn’t said anything? Why? He gave you a tight-lipped smile as if reading your thoughts. “I was hoping you would tell me. But, you come first before anything.” He laced his fingers with yours. “Why are you skipping meals, angel?”

You sighed, looking out at the water, feeling much better now. “I was jealous of my roommate. She just is so fit and gorgeous. I feel so inferior next to her.” You hand carded through your messy hair as you looked up at your boyfriend. “Maybe I was...the teensiest bit worried that she might turn your head because of how slender she was.”

“Angel, you are perfect to me. I never want you to change.” He said pressing a kiss to your temple.

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I feel you too! when I’m on a road trip, my mind keeps on wandering 🙋🏻‍♀️

Can I request for Iwa? I miss this guy so much 🤧 Hmm.. where his gf is asking him a lot of questions because she saw him with a girl and it bothered her, Iwa became annoyed and it lead to a fight. U can change the scenario if u want hehehe sucker for angst to fluff here. Thank you!

Have a safe trip too!

nisu entries:

hi, bub! I apologize for the late response. I changed it a bit because I’m an idiot and taught that in the timeskip this was Iwa’s job ksjsjs I hope you’ll still enjoy this :>

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Synopsis: there’s always something that will make you question your faith to your partner but the question is would the both of you work it out or break it off?

Pairing: gym instructor!iwaizumi x fem!reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

Having a professional gym instructor as your boyfriend is fun. You get to go to the gym as much as you’d like and you can stay as long as you’d like and you also get a hot instructor to guide you with no fees needed, just give him all your love and affection afterwards and it’s all good.

But there’s always something that you hate about his job. All these girls can take advances towards your boyfriend. Especially this new girl that seems to take her advances to the next level and you watched as your boyfriend seems to enjoy his time with her.

The girl glanced at your direction, scanned you from head-to-toe and leaned towards your boyfriend’s ear and whispered something. The lad seems to become a little flustered for the reason that his cheeks flushed red then he peered to your direction, when you the two of you made eye contact, he weirdly avoided your gaze.

You waited patiently for this last session of his to finish, either listening to some music or simply scrolling through your feed but your mind was wandering somewhere else, whether what the girl’s relationship with your boyfriend was or what they were talking about earlier and right now. You trust your boyfriend with all your heart but the way his cheeks grew the hue of pink, made you question some things...

When the two of you got home, you contemplated on whether you’re going to ask him or not. Thinking he might get mad because that just means that you don’t trust him the same way he does.

But you can’t help it the memory of him blushing because of some other girl seriously made an impact to you. If he doesn’t love you anymore and find other girls attractive, you want to hear it from him.

“Uh, Hajime, who is she?” you asked trying not to sound like the ‘possessive’ girlfriend. You knew that it was his job and that was his client but you just can’t help to hear what she was to him.

“What do you mean?” he replied and quickly putting his attention back to what he was doing. He was arranging his schedule for tomorrow and he needed to finish it as soon as possible because a lot of people wanted to have a training session with him.

“The girl earlier...” you muttered under your breath as you sink into the couch, fidgeting with the hem of your shorts.

Iwaizumi’s gaze didn’t left the screen of his computer when he sighed, “you need to be a little more specific.” He knows you were beating around the bush and in that moment he was a bit irritated about it. Can’t you go straight to the point and tell him what’s on your mind? He’s a little busy you know? He really wanted to finish this ASAP.

You peered at your boyfriend and he side-eyed you, waiting for your response. “The one wearing the cyan sports wear,” you lisped.

“You mean Irina?” he admonished. “She’s the new client. Why?”

“And? Is- is that all? I mean- how would you describe her...?” you stuttered out as you swallow your nervousness to what his answer might be down your throat.

“She’s kinda cool I guess? She’s the funniest client I had,” he gushed. You were about to say something but the ringing of his phone cut you off. He looked at the caller id and answered the phone. “Hello, Irina?”

Iwaizumi stared at you for a second before standing up and walking to the balcony of your shared apartment.

You gawked at his back while he hold his phone close to his ear. Why doesn’t he want you to hear their conversation? Is it that personal? He said she was just his client but why would he be talking about private matters with her? Did he lie to you? Why would he lie to you?

You came back to your senses when he turned around to look at you, you avoided his gaze and stood up to walk to the bedroom. It was 10 pm so you decided to sleep already. You knew he would stay up until late at night arranging his schedule because that’s just how well known he his in this field.

An hour already passed by but you were still awake. Shifting your position every so often, trying to find yourself a comfortable position. But it was not that you’re not comfortable, the bed was soft, the blanket wrapped around you in such a cozy manner and the air conditioner was at the right temperature. Everything was perfect but those were not the reason to your problem, to why you can’t sleep. The problem was your constant overthinking about what happened and what Iwaizumi said earlier.

He said she was cool? And even funny? When a person finds someone funny they’ll get attached to them right? So does that mean sooner or later, he’ll get attached to her? What about you? What will happen to your relationship?

You wanted to talk to him but doing so might be his chance to break up with you. You felt hot tears stream down your cheeks and you slowly drifted into slumber.

When you woke up, the other side of the bed was already empty. You didn’t see him sleep beside you nor wake up beside him, it made your heart ache. Your guess is that he already left for work. You were disappointed, did he really forgot what day it is?

When you lift the covers off of you and placed your feet at the floor, the usual cold, hard floor felt soft. You caught sight a trail that is made of red flower petals. When and how did those petals come from? Did you slept at the wrong house?

You followed the trail trying to avoid stepping on anymore petals even though it was soft and the sensation of the sole of your feet with the mushy petals was adequate, you felt bad for stepping on them.

When you reached the end of the trail you were at the living room. There was fairy lights everywhere and the coffee table was full of snacks and sweets you love. There was also a fort made out of blankets and pillow, it looked extremely comfortable that you wanted to lay on them right that instant but there was still a lot of questions on your mind. Who made them?

You felt a presence behind you and you slowly turned around. There stood the culprit holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Happy anniversary!” Your boyfriend beamed. He gave you the bouquet and you confusingly accepted them.

“I thought you forgot- how did you even get them? These are so rare,” you were completely astound as how he got the flowers you were holding. You leaned forward to sniff the bouquet and the aroma from it lingers through your nostrils was so relaxing.

“How could I forget? I spent all night trying to move all the schedules I had today,” he grumbled but he wasn’t mad about having to move them, he was mad he didn’t spend anytime with you yesterday. “I had some help from Irina,” he observed your reaction when he mentioned that name once again.

He knew you were significantly vigilant about the girl. He knew how extra fidgety you were last night and how you sunk into the couch when you asked about her but he can’t tell you anything or it will ruin the surprise. “You see, it turns out that she owns a flower shop and to my luck they have the flowers you adores so much,” he explained.

“Oh? I didn’t know talking about flowers can make you flustered?” you bleated. Iwaizumi was confused for a second but it quickly turned into a smirk.

“Oh, so you were watching,” he snickered. It wasn’t his intention to make you jealous but he’s getting so much amusement from it. He wanted to tease you a little more but he didn’t because he knows that there’s a 50 percent chance it will turn into an argument and he didn’t want to risk it, he didn’t want to ruin you guys’ anniversary.

You bit your bottom lip as you just exposed yourself. Your heart was pounding out of your chest when he answered, “Who wouldn’t? When you’re talking about the person you love.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and tried to observe his expression.

“Yes, dummy. We were talking about you,” he bloated. You can feel the side of your lips arc upwards but you stop it before your boyfriend notices. “She said how lucky I was to have you and how extremely patient you were because you waited for our session to finish. She even said to never let you go because you were the type of girl that is one of a kind,” he elaborated.

You can see that he was sincere. Iwaizumi was never the type of guy to give you long paragraphs or tell you long speeches of how much he loves, he thought that those things are just too cringe for his liking and you completely understood. Even though he wasn’t the type to get cheesy with you he never fails to show how much he loves you.

Like he’ll try to fix his schedule just so he can pick you up and drop you off work, even though you have told him countless of times to not do that, he’s still doing it well you can’t really talk him out of things when he sets his mind to. And when he canceled all of his session for two whole days just so he can take care of you because you weren’t feeling well. That’s how the Hajime Iwaizumi shows affection, your Hajime Iwaizumi.

“And I don’t plan to. I’ll never ever let go of you, Y/n,” he continued, staring deep into your eyes and slowly leaning forward.

“You’re just saying that,” you huffed and shoved him the bouquet. You were completely messing with him. The look on his face when you pushed him away was priceless. His eyes wide open from your sudden rejected and lips slightly parted.

Before you can even take a step away from him, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer by the waist. You always knew how to tease him and Iwaizumi doesn’t mind, he doesn’t mind being teased by you. He found it kinda hot, how you can easily piss him off just because rejected his kiss or his hug. Only you have that kind of power and affect on him. “I don’t think so, princess,” he murmured, his voice deep and raspy. He leaned towards your face and kissed you slowly and with so much affection.

This time you let yourself smile. Who knew even after years of dating Iwaizumi never fails to make the butterflies in your stomach go feral.

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