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rosiesramblings · 1 year
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Ted Lasso Tickle HC's
Ok, fine. I wasn't in the mood to write a whole fic so here are some headcannons I spent an embarrassing amount of time on lol. Let me know what you think/if you have any headcannons I didn't include
Spoilers for the show Ted Lasso. Not too many I don't think but enough for me to put a warning. Sorry for the formatting I couldn't figure out how to do bullet points on only part of the post.
Jamie Tartt
Such a fucking lee it's not even funny
My touch-starved baby
Always after attention, no matter what kind
Dr. Sharon helps him unpack this and channel his need for attention into more positive behaviors like making people laugh, doing small kind things for others, etc
The team accepts Jamie back as a teammate after the Dubai Air protest. But they start actually liking him as a friend once they figure out how ticklish he is. 
In the later seasons, winds Roy up on purpose cause he knows it will end with him howling on the floor with Roy spidering over his ribs mercilessly
Whenever Jamie’s being a prick without getting the signal first, someone on the team will trap him in a bear hug and claw at his tummy
It’s really hard to be mad at Jamie when he’s being held up by a teammate, cackling after his legs gave out after a few pokes
The only one brave enough to poke the bear that is Roy Kent (other than Keeley)
It never ends well for him
Or does it?
Worst spots are ribs and hips
Light bicep tickles als get him really bad, but really only Keeley knows this
Roy Kent
Holy shit
Do NOT piss this man off, he will wreck you
Early in their relationship he would try and tickle Keeley. That stopped pretty quick when he realized Keeley dished it out ten times worse
The only people who know how ticklish he is are Keeley, Jamie, Phoebe, Phoebe’s mom (does she have a name in cannon? Idk) and, oddly, Coach Beard
And he has threatened all of them in order to make sure it stays that way
Roy has no idea how Beard knows and that scares the shit out of him
Beard says that Roy just looks ticklish. Really he was in the office late one night when Keeley came to pick Roy up and saw him jump a foot in the air when she dug a finger into his armpit
Knows that Jamie sometimes riles him up. He lets him because somewhere he knows that Jamie needs this. Also it is quite satisfying. Even better than taking a swing at him to be honest.
Worst spots are under his arms, his neck, and light tickles behind his knees on good days
Keeley Jones
Queen of the lers
Her nails should be classified as weapons
Roy and Jamie both know this
They also know the other one probably knows this. They never talk about it.
She’s the one who let Jamie’s ticklishness slip to Roy
Will let Roy or Jamie get a few pokes in but quickly turns the tables
Rebecca is the only one who knows about the spot being her ears
Colin Hughes
Will absolutely shout, “For Wales!” before pouncing on someone, regardless of whether or not the preceding conversation had anything to do with Wales
His shoulder blades are a death spot
Anything lighter than a firm pat on the back will make his shoulders shoot up to his ears
One of the only people who is allowed to tickle Isaac with few to no repercussions
Generally prefers being the ler, he got enough experience being a lee when he was growing up
Dani Rojas
Sunshine golden retriever man
Loves making people laugh
Will coo at his teammates in Spanish while he tickles them
That’s actually how they find out that Jamie’s been trying to learn Spanish for Dani to make him less homesick. Dani teases him lightly while spidering over his sides, and Jamie BLUSHES hard cause he can actually understand ¾ of what Dani’s saying. Dani tickles him more often after that as a thank you
Sam Obisanya
Ticklish just about everywhere
Doesn’t mind being tickled
Very persuasive - will easily convince people that a certain player needs to be tickled
That makes him dangerous
Excellent reader of people - was the first person to realize that Jamie likes being tickled
Isaac McAdo
Quite a tickle monster in the early seasons
After he becomes captain, is more reserved and conscious that the other guys look up to him
If he ever gets too in his head, Colin is more than happy to bring him back to earth
Also sometimes resorts to tickles to keep the other guys in line
Will sneak in neck and ear tickles to each guy’s haircut every season
Jan Maas
The absolute best at teasing but only because he’s so naturally blunt and honest
“This spot is much worse than your sides.”
“You are very ticklish. Does it ever become a problem?”
“Are we supposed to pretend that we don’t know you are enjoying this?”
“You squirm as if you want to get away, but you do not push away my hands.”
“You are a professional footballer, it would be very easy for you to get away.”
He strikes me as someone who just isn’t ticklish, which Jamie whines is unfair
Coach Beard
Knows where everyone is ticklish and is super scary about it
Rarely actually tickles people. Its bad enough that they know that he could. The one exception is Ted, who he tickles all the time when they’re alone/don’t have an audience, with a completely straight face
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elysianslove · 3 years
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omg wait ok who in jjk do you think is an ass, thigh or tits person?? also congrats on 4k thats so sexc of u!!! you're so talented you deserve every one of them <33 MWAH
bb thank you so much ily so much <333 kiss kiss mwah <333 and! thank you for asking this i have been waiting for this ask to come into my inbox. warning; suggestive and mentions of nsfw
ITADORI YUUJI is an ass person. aside from the fact that it’s canon, i see him as someone that’s just mesmerized with ass. loves seeing it in jeans, or those patterned loose pants yk the one that make everyone’s ass jiggle, or in a tight dress, or in booty shorts. and not just that! he loves to be touching you too. as his s/o, you are never free from his groping hands. loves to lift you up and just place his hands on your ass, to ‘keep you steady’ or whatever, and also loves to lay on your ass if you’re on your stomach. makes you laugh so it jiggles against his head/cheek. he’s a bit too shy to smack your ass in public, but catch him doing it all the time at home. like as you’re passing by him or standing there minding your business. or just always having a handful of your ass when you two are sitting down/cuddling. definitely fake fucks you when you bend over too just saying. 
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI i see more as a tits kinda guy. he says doesn’t have a preference, but that all changes when he sees you in a low-cut revealing shirt. he’s a respectful guy so he will be trying not to look. it doesn’t really work though. it’s not that he doesn’t like ass or thighs, it’s more that whenever he sees your tits it goes to his dick a lot quicker lmao. he loves, loves, loves it when you don’t wear a bra, no matter the shirt you wear, no matter your breast size, and if it’s see through as well? consider him dead. oh and megumi’s hands are large. i’m not saying he has a size kink but, there’s just something about the way they look against your breasts. also! he really likes,,, just, kinda, fondling with them. holding them, groping them, as he’s sitting there. it’s fun. and warm. also adores stuffing his face against your chest, even if you have small tits, he just likes it. it’s all about the intimacy of laying on your lover’s naked chest for him <3 
KUGISAKI NOBARA is definitely a tits kinda girl. like no questions, no criticisms, nothing just vibes and titties. she loves the way they look, the way they feel, in her hands, in her mouth, literally anything and everything. considering she has breasts too, she knows just how comforting it is to hold onto them just randomly. if you have big breasts, she’s in heaven as she stuffs her face against them, nothing nsfw just cause. if you have small breasts, she’s still in heaven as she just sucks on them as a stress reliever. she’s like a toddler when she’s stressed like ‘lemme suck on your tiddies pls’ lmfao. also!! she is a fashion icon, an star, an idol, she knows the type of clothes that look flattering and which don’t. also she loves to go bra shopping with you just so she can get into the changing room and start groping and bouncing your breasts to test out the bra, as she claims. but yes, she’s a titties girl! 
RYOMEN SUKUNA is, if not an all kinda guy, a thighs man. wears them like ear muffs lmfao. his infatuation was first purely nsfw, and he would show it by constantly leaving bruises all over them, marking you, whether it was from his tight, vice like grip, or from his mouth. but then over time it became just genuine love and fascination, especially after that one time you had whined at him after sex to just massage your sore thighs for you. he’d begrudgingly agreed, but then he ended up loving the feel of kneading them in his strong hands. and after growing comfortable with cuddling, his favorite position is just where his head is in between your thighs and your ankles are crossed at his chest. he can stay like that for hours honestly. also he likes to have his hands resting there, squeezing every once in a while. but, like i said, sukuna just likes your body in general. 
INUMAKI TOGE was a little more difficult to decide, and i’m still not that sure of this, but i think he’d be an ass person, just because i think he’s lowkey very touchy with his s/o and he’d like to just— rest his hands there all the time. likes it when the two of you are cuddling and you leg is lifted up across him, allowing him to settle his hand on the curve of your ass. also he’s lowkey a very cheeky person when it comes to his s/o, so i can just imagine as you’re laying down on your tummy, he pats your ass and every time it jiggles he giggles to himself lightly. also the type to rest against his s/o’s ass just cause but he would actually fall asleep like that. also! whenever he’s resting like that, he likes to give your ass a little peck, just a small smooch, a token of appreciation if you will, before he pats where he kissed lightly, and in his own way he just says, “nice :D.” 
GOJŌ SATORU. ass. ass. ass. ass. ass. ass man! is absolutely in love with your ass. smacks it in public with zero shame, just sends a teasing grin your way, and like, finger guns at you with a wink or something. when you walk past him at home in shorts or like only your underwear, he likes to give it a nice little pat. every single time. and when you bend over while he’s sitting on the couch or laying on the bed or something, he calls out in the cheekiest, most teasing, most annoying voice, “nice.” i hate his sexy ass sm. does tiktoks with you that include you throwing it back on him because he wants to give you reason to. loves to watch you put on your clothes, especially jeans, when you like jump in them. he’s just a pervert with a license to constantly hit on you. 
NANAMI KENTŌ is also definitely an ass man. look at him. tell me he doesn’t love ass. loves to fondle and grope it all the time, no matter where you are, and he’s very good at making it look subtle too so he gets away with doing in public too. nanami strikes me as someone that’s slightly possessive, not unhealthily so, but he does always like to subtle hand on you whenever the two of you are out, and more often than not his hand’s resting right above your ass. also he’s a very giving partner, in all ways, so i see him offering to give you massages all the time. definitely lingers on your ass, kneading strongly yet softly, even if you don’t need it? he just likes to do it. is not as open about it as the others, but he’s very obvious about it hehe
ZENIN MAKI is a thighs girl. also is the type to love stuffing her face in between them, but it’s a fixation kinda thing where she cannot stop ogling at your legs, specifically your thighs. loves to grope and squeeze at them all the time, and her all time favorite thing is seeing you in thigh highs, where the stockings squeeze at your thighs just a little. it makes her mind cloud over. 
ZENIN MAI is a a tits girl. i was thinking maybe she’s an ass girl, but i’m so certain she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off of you or your cleavage if you wore anything to show off your breasts. definitely likes to lay on your chest and kiss and suckle on them, just randomly. also kinda a possessive thing, cause she will absolutely leave marks. she just. loves your tits okay? 
GETŌ SUGURU is an ass man. loves seeing you all dressed up in outfits that show your ass off, and almost always he won’t really touch, not unless the two of you were really intimate, but he looks. he looks so much, and he makes it so obvious that he’s checking you out. in public, at home, doesn’t matter. he’ll be eyeing you up and down and will have this sultry smirk as he glances at your ass. kinda hot ngl.
MAHITO is also a little bit tricky because i want to say ass, but i also want to say tits. somewhere in between ass and tits then. he has like,,, moods for them you know. sometimes he won’t stop ogling at your breasts, and other times he can’t keep his hands off your ass. either way, he’s very teasing about it, and he will buy you really provocative clothes to show both off. so kind <3
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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years
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Ѕтдсч'ѕ Мом | Рдгт Тшо
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ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏғғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Nat has you all to the herself just the for weekend. And she’s gonna take every second for granted.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: milf!nat again bc i luv her, so major age gap (reader 21+), pool sex, stacy almost catching y’all, somnophilia/waking the r up with sex, tiny tiny bit of angst
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: I’m having writer’s block atm but i did have this in the back of my head. Might do a part three?
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The white sunshine woke Nat from her peaceful sleep slightly irritating her but when her eyes landed upon your tranquil form beside her, she forgot what put her in a bad mood in the first place. She brushed the hair from your face listening to the quiet snores with a small smile on her face.
Last night was incredible for her. She couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you looked under her; squirming and whining as she drilled her hips into you. She hadn’t remembered the last time she’d shared her bed with someone she cared about. You made her feel young again. Reminded her what it felt like to be desired, to be craved by another woman again.
She couldn’t resist her hands roaming across your soft belly pulling you closer to her warm body. She kissed the side of your head down to your ear nibbling softly on your earlobe making your stir in your sleep. You turned your head to face her and she brushed her nose along yours before pulling away to see a faint smile on your sleepy face.
A mischievous idea popped into the older woman’s head and before she could dwell on it much longer she moved her body down your naked one before settling between your thighs. She hadn’t gotten a taste like she had wished for last night but this would be the first of many times she was going to get to.
She kissed your hips and gently caressed the inside of your thighs softly. Your knees pushed back subconsciously allowing her to settle more comfortably. She leaned down kissing the inside of your thighs softly pulling sighs and moans from you already. She kept her eyes trained on you as she licked your pussy.
Your hips wiggled and bucked forward into her mouth; your sighs and whimpers grew louder at the feeling. You thought you were dreaming. Feeling the older woman between your thighs felt surreal. You woke up hazy quickly registering the beautiful redhead that buried her tongue deep inside you.
Your hands found home in her red and blonde locks that you spent many nights dreaming about tugging on. Her big green eyes were trained on yours with nothing but a mischievous and lustful glint in them. She inserted a finger past your folds; it felt cold and soft. Your body unable to resist shuddering.
"Nat," you sighed, keeping your fingers buried in her long locks.
"доброе утро," she hummed against your skin making your stomach tighten with pleasure.
She skillfully added another finger stretching you out just a bit but nowhere near as much as her cock did the night before. She spread your folds with her outer fingers before leaning down again flicking her tongue against your bundle of nerves. She moved her fingers quicker in and out you wrapping her lips around your clit sucking harshly.
"Fuck, that feels so good, mommy," you whined, wiggling your hips wildly.
Nat brought her forearm up, resting firmly on your hips to steady your wild movements. She didn't slow down her pace as you got closer and closer to your release. Your moans grew louder as did your whimpers and whines. Your body shook in pleasure as you fell over the edge, crying Nat's name in ecstasy.
You slowly came down from your high in a pan`ting mess. Your skin felt hot and sticky, the sheets clinging on to you. Your tummy flipped and fluttered when you laid your eyes on Natasha. She brought her fingers up to her lips sucking lewdly on them keeping her eyes trained on you slowly crawling back over your body.
"Good morning, красотка," she hummed against your lips before kissing you properly.
"What a way to wake a girl up," you giggled, cupping her face in your hands.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You just looked so fucking sweet lying there, practically waiting for me to ruin all over again," she whispered huskily.
"Nat," you breathed out.
"Y/n," she whispered with just as much desperation in her voice as yours did.
Reality struck suddenly. This was the mother of one of your closest friends, your best friend. she practically twice your age and here you were naked in her bed while her daughter was away. This was so inappropriate. What would happen if you were to get caught by Stacy, finding her best sleeping with her mom? She would kill you, never trust you again.
"This is wrong," you turned your head away.
"Then why does it feel so good? So right?" she ran nose along your jaw and around the shell of your ear.
"Fuck," her cold fingers grazed your soft skin making you burst into chills.
"Just for the weekend, please," she begged.
"Let me have you all to myself for the weekend and when Stacy comes back, we can pretend this never happened. I promise."
"Nat," you whispered.
"Please," Nat begged.
"Just for the weekend?"
She nodded with sadness in her eyes. You pressed your lips to hers momentarily before Nat slowly crawled out of bed. She disappeared into the bathroom quickly coming back out with a fluffy white robe wrapped around her beautiful body. She was ready to walk out but stopped in the doorway turning back to you with a coy smile.
“What do you want for breakfast, baby?”
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The day went by and Nat refused to take her hands off you. Making breakfast ended with you on your knees, head between her thighs as she patted your head drinking from her mimosa; of course having to put that down and steady herself from how good your tongue felt. Having lunch ended with your hands tied behind your back bent over the couch as she pound her faux cock into you from behind. And it hasn't even surpassed one pm.
The sun shone brightly and you and Nat dressed to spend a couple hours by the pool. She wore a stunner leopard print bikini that you couldn’t help but gock at. She wore a straw sun hat and carried a small book with her. Her curves and long legs on display made your tummy fluttered. You felt unimpressive and somewhat self conscious wearing a simple white bikini.
“Such a beaut,” she smiled, pressing her lips against yours. Well, that certainly made you feel better. She walked hand in yours outside, settling down on a lawn chair. She pulled you on top of her, your knees falling either side of her hips. Her delicate hands rubbed softly over your thighs and hips to cup your cheeks.
“God, I could just kiss you all day,” she grinned.
“Really taking this weekend for granted aren’t ya?” you giggled.
“If this is the only time I get to pretend you're mine, I'll take every second I have for granted,” she whispered.
You looked into her teary eyes, tears building up on your own. It’s not that you didn’t want her just as bad, what will people say if a very popular and successful billionaire business woman in New York City was found dating a significantly younger woman, her daughter’s best friend to be exact, she’d be torn to shreds by the public. That’s not fair to her, or to Stacy.
“I- I’m gonna take a dip,” you smiled softly. Nat could see the cogs whirring in your pretty little head but she knew it wasn’t something to talk about right now; so she didn’t push.
“Kiss,” she pulled you back to her.
You smiled in the kiss before walking over to the pool swaying your hips a little extra knowing she’d be eyeing you up and down. Nat bit her lip and watched you slowly walk into the pool soaking your gorgeous skin that practically glowed under the sun. She knew what game you were trying to play so she shoved her face in her book for the time being.
A few moments went by and you just relaxed by the edge of the pool soaking in the sun and the view that the backyard gave you. You turned your head to look for Nat seeing as this had probably been the longest she’d gone today without taking you in some way, but she wasn’t lounging where she had been for the last twenty minutes.
“Miss me already?” she said walking back outside with two drinks in her hand and a smirk on her face.
“Well, considering you haven’t tried to jump my bones for the tenth time today I was beginning to get worried you might’ve gotten tired of me,” you retorted.
“Hon, I could never get tired of you,” she handed you the glass.
“What is it?”
“Just a pina colada,” she smiled.
“You don’t strike me as a woman who likes to drink pina coladas,” you grinned taking a sip.
“Well, no. I’m Russian. I like vodka; straight,” she said with a thick heavy Russian accent, making you giggle.
“But lucky for you, I’m not,” she wiggled her brows making your eyes widen momentarily before bursting into laughter.
“That was a good one,” you giggled.
“Come here,” she chuckled.
You pressed your lips against hers moving perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. She pressed your back against the edge of the pool slipping her tongue last your lips. She caged you in her arms and yours wrapped around her small waist pulling her body flushed against you.
“God, so fucking sweet,” she whisepred tasting the remnants of the fruit drink you just drank.
Her fingers dipped in the water tracing the waistline of your bikini bottoms. She curled her finger over them pulling them down and you watched them float to the surface gasping when her finger grazed between your thighs.
"красотка, I can feel how wet you've gotten. And I know it's not the water," she nibbled on your earlobe.
"Oh, Nat," you moaned breathlessly.
She pushed her finger past your folds, instantly feeling your walls clench with need. She circled your clit expertly with her thumb, pressing her lips back on yours desperately. You brought your hands up and playfully flicked her sun hat off before wrapping your arms around her neck, arching your chest into hers.
Your leg wedged between her legs and she slowly grinded on your thigh. Her lips went to your neck softly sucking and biting the delicate skin as her fingers moved quicker and quicker stroking your velvety walls perfectly, chasing your release for you.
That was something you quickly noticed about her. Nat was an extreme giver. She always went out of her way to make you come undone for her. You had tasted her already but you had yet had a chance to have your own way with her. As much as the thought alone made you tingle, she always beat you bending you over whatever surface was available, the bed, the couch, the counter, anywhere taking you however she deemed appropriate from behind.
"Shit, I'm gonna- Fuck!" you squeaked.
"Come on, baby. Come all over mommy's fingers. Look at me," she demanded, her hips grinding wildly along your thigh chasing her own orgasm too.
You stared intimately into her eyes as your stomach tightened and your legs shook. If you weren't floating between the wall and her body, without a doubt your knees would've buckled sending you to the floor. You grip tightened around her neck pulling her forehead against yours as you felt yourself topple over the edge. Your body reaches nirvana as you cry her name.
Nat watched you with pure adoration and an open mouth as she came on your thigh. When you both eased back to reality her lips immediately found themselves back on yours. You breathed heavily through your nose and when she pulled away you couldn't help but chuckle.
"What?"
"You're addicted to kissing me," you giggled.
"I can't help it, красотка. Taste so sweet," she bit her lip.
"Let me grab some towels, baby."
Nat went inside leaving wet footprints along the house. She'll clean that up later. She grabbed a bundle of towels for you after putting on her fluffy white robe she usually wore. You stayed in the pool still breathing heavily waiting for her to return with those towels. Seeing as the pool wasn't necessarily as 'clean' as it was moments ago you opted to just get out and wait on a chair instead.
Suddenly, on her way back to the pool the front door opened and Stacy and her boyfriend walked in arguing. Nat's eyes widened and she looked at you who stood butt naked in her pool. You heard the two's sudden appearance, freezing in fear before realizing you needed to get dressed before either one catches you.
You jumped back in the pool treading the water to grab your bottoms that practically floated away and Nat tried her best to distract them for the time being until you were decent.
"Hi, you two are back so soon?" Nat said with a bit of annoyance in her voice.
"Jason booked the hotel room for one night instead of three," Stacy said frustratingly.
"I didn't mean to," he responded shyly.
"Can Jason just stay with us for the rest of the weekend?" Stacy asked.
"Sure," Nat sighed.
"Is everything ok, mom?"
"Yeah," No it's not.
You put your bottoms on overhearing the conversation. Your heart sank. Was it over? Did your glee filled weekend with your forbidden love end already? You looked sorrowfully at Nat who too looked to be in complete frustration and anger.
“Did I interrupt anything?” Stacy chuckled clearly joking but unbeknownst to her she really did.
“Oh, no. We were just tanning by the pool,” Nat shrugged with a half hearted smile. You hesitantly walked towards Nat seeing as she still held all the towels. You could still feel her; her lips on your neck, her fingers between your thighs, her core grinded against your thigh, her breasts pressed against yours, fuck. Fuck Stacy and her boyfriend coming home early.
“What happened?” Jason asked passing by you towards the pool.
“What do you mean?” Nat asked, handing you the towel.
“There’s something gooey, like white slime in the pool,” Jason called out and your eyes widened; you came pretty hard in Nat’s fingers but you didn’t know it was that much.
“We uh… we were having a drink, spilled some in the pool. Hence why we’re getting out,” Nat lied.
“Want me to call a pool guy?” Stacy asked.
“The filter should take care of it,” she waved off.
“Are, uh- are you kids hungry?” Nat redirected the conversation.
“Starving,” Stacy chuckled.
Stacy and Jason went to the kitchen leaving you and Nat alone for a minute. You couldn’t say anything afraid your voice would betray you. You went to leave, accepting that this fantasy you indulge the past twenty four hours, the best twenty four hours you’ve ever had, was over.
“Y/n,” Nat grabbed your arm as you tried to walk away.
“The weekend’s over, Nat. I’m sorry,” you whispered tears brimming your eyes.
“I’m gonna shower,” you said before walking away; Nat letting you go considering there wasn’t really anything else to say.
She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge grabbing some ingredients and placing them on the counter.
“What happened to Y/n?” Stacy asked.
“She’s gonna take a shower. She’ll be back,” she responded, still holding a solemn expression.
“Are you sure everything’s ok, mom?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine.”
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havin-a-wee · 3 years
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can you make a frat boy harry x reader where the boys were at hazs stepdads house (yeah they are famous too) and youve been hazs gf for a while and you and harry went out to skinny dip around midnight while the boys were watching a movie and then like a um scene where the girl would get eaten and stuff please?? sorry if its a bit confusing lln
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warnings: oral, female receiving 
word count: 1.4k
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check out this new one shot i wrote, A Lifetime Of You
im so sorry this took so long! i changed it up slightly but i hope you like it!
also i would really really appreciate it if you checked out A Lifetime Of You (linked above) its my first one shot that isn’t a request!
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“There she is!” 
You were greeted by the sweet voice of your long-term boyfriend, Harry, and you bounded into the movie room, taking a seat beside him. The chairs were large and velvet, and it didn’t take much time to get comfy in your seat.
“So we can start the movie now?” Zayn peeked his head behind his chair, looking at you and Harry for approval. The two of you nodded simultaneously and he turned back to the large screen in front of him.
You always loved spending time at Harry’s stepdad’s house, mostly because he was absolutely loaded with money. The in-home theater you were situated in was only one of many amenities that his California mansion had to offer, and it was a nice change from the small off-campus flat you shared with your roommate. Harry, Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn all lived together in their frat house. It was great for Harry because he was living with his best mates, but both of you sort of wished you could live together. 
The familiar Disney intro played out on the screen and it slowly faded to the movie, which was Tangled tonight. 
The big chair was a lot comfier than you had remembered, and you found yourself dozing off within the first fifteen minutes of the movie. Harry adjusted himself to allow you to lean on him while you slept, his warm body providing a comfortable and safe feeling.
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“Bubs? Y’awake?” 
You stirred slightly, your eyelids still heavy from the nap you had just been woken from. “Mhm” Your confirmation was muffled by the sweatshirt Harry was wearing that you had your face buried in. You let out a small whine of protest as Harry moved to stand up, towering over your curled-up body.
“Baby, the movies over, the boys already went t’bed.” You managed to lift your weary eyes at Harry’s words and gave him a meek smile. 
“Sorry I slept through it,” you whispered, just loud enough for Harry to hear.
“Nonsense, I love cuddlin’ with y’babe.” His reassurance gave you butterflies, your body fully awake now although your actions weren’t reflecting that. “M’actually thinkin’ we could go fo’ a swim, know how much y’love swimmin’ at night.” Your entire head perked up at his suggestion, especially because he was always too tired to go for late-night swims. 
You jumped up excitedly, causing Harry to step backward in shock. He chuckled at your quick change in mood and wrapped his arm around your waist, guiding you to the door. 
You ignored the tired aching of your muscles as Harry guided you to the pool. You turned to him in confusion, stopping his movement as well as yours. “Wait, we need swimsuits, Harry.” He just looked down at you and smirked, shaking his head before continuing to guide you outside. It took you a second to understand, but once you did a giddy feeling erupted in your tummy.
Soon enough the two of you were stripping naked beside the pool, leaving your clothes on a white lounge chair that sat by the pool. A loud splash made you whip your head around, only to see Harry’s face bobbing above the water at the deep end of the pool. You laughed as he smiled dopily at you, clearly very pleased with himself.
“Babe, c’mere, sit on the edge f’me.” He had swum to the edge of the pool, patting on the tile that bordered the edge of the water. 
You pouted slightly, wishing you could get in the water with him, but you obeyed nonetheless. You sat down on the smooth surface, the freezing tile causing goosebumps to cover your bum. Your knees were pulled up to your chest, and you peered over them to look at Harry in the pool in front of you.
His large hands grabbed your calves, the metal of his rings pressing into your skin. He moved your legs to hang over the edge and into the water, a small shiver wracking your body at the cold temperature. 
“Before y’swim w’me, will ye’ lemme get a taste of yeh? Been wantin’ this all day long.” His action finally made sense, and a wave of heat rolled through your body due to his dirty words. That heat was directed straight to your core, which was already quite wet from watching Harry undress earlier. 
“Yes, please Har,” you breathed out. He had this effect on you like no other man had ever had, and it was hitting you like a truck. 
His hands met your calves again, spreading your legs apart at an agonizingly slow pace. He was at a place in the water where he could stand perfectly well, and his head was at just the right level to put his mouth on you. He dipped his head in, starting by leaving small kisses on the sensitive flesh of the inside of your thighs. He sucked and bit over certain areas, ensuring that there would be a mark left there. “Love tasting yeh,” he spoke between each kiss he placed. “so much angel,” He breathed heavily before going back down, his kisses getting closer and closer to where you need him most. “Y’taste so sweet, y’know tha’?” 
“Harry, please,” your words were choppy and breathy, your lungs having trouble keeping air as pleasure rolled through you. 
“Please what love? Tell me what y’want bubs.”
“Want- I want your mouth..” Your words trailed off at the end because you were cut off by Harry’s harsh sucking on your clit. He had finally placed his mouth on your heat and you mewled at the feeling. Harry moaned in harmony with you, and you could feel the vibrations of his noises hitting your swollen button
“Fuck, just like that-” Your hand made its way to Harry’s chocolate brown curls, gripping down on them harshly. His hands rubbed on the outer portion of your thighs and you threw your head back in pleasure, placing your arms behind you to keep you from falling over.
His tongue moved from its place on your clit and dipped into you. He caressed your soft walls with his mouth, lapping up everything you had to offer. He lifted his head from you for a brief moment, sucking in a deep breath. “Y’always so good f’me, such a good girl.” His mouth found its place back on your core, his tongue dipping in and out of you as if he hadn’t eaten in a year.
His nose bumped your clit and you groaned loudly, prompting him to repeat the motion. Your legs were shaking around his head when he brought his attention back to your clit, sucking and nibbling on it softly. 
“H, I- I’m close, shit,” you whined, cursing when he applied a short burst of hard pressure onto your sensitive nub. You could tell your words encouraged him, his mouth working even faster than it had been. 
“Come for me Y/N, all over m’tongue.” It only took a few more seconds before you were sent tumbling over the edge, the knot in your stomach releasing and tingles ran through your body. Harry worked you down from your high, slowing his movement until coming to a complete stop. 
After a few minutes, his head was no longer between your thighs, and he rested his head on the tile next to you as both of you attempted to catch your breath. 
The tingling in your body had finally subsided enough that you could speak, so you turned to Harry and he did the same. “So that was your plan all along?” You smirked and pushed his shoulder playfully, eliciting a laugh from him.
“Well, it worked didn’t it?” You were the one to laugh this time, running your hands through his hair as he smiled up at you. You swiftly slipped yourself into the pool, giving your body a moment to adjust before turning to your boyfriend. He turned towards you as well, tucking some wet hair behind your ear to keep it out of your face. You leaned in for a kiss, but you were interrupted.
“You guys didn’t tell me you were going swimming!” Niall’s voice vibrated through your eardrums and your eyes widened in panic. Niall walked through the glass door and smiled at the two of you, unable to see anything but your faces. He turned his head and pointed towards the beach chair, his head tilting in confusion. “Hey, aren’t these the clothes.. oh.” His eyes opened wide and his cheeks flushed pink at the realization of what you were doing there. “I’ll just-” He pointed to the glass door behind him and ran in quickly, not allowing you or Harry to say anything. 
After you were sure that Niall was gone, you turned to each other at the exact same time and burst out in a fit of laughter. 
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Baby Stevie having an allergic reaction and Harry is all paranoid because his baby is all red and puffy and she can’t stop crying and you’re not home so of course Harry is gonna feel like the worst dad ever because this all happened when you were away (can you tell I just watched the game plane lol)
this is definitely not as dramatic as the scene from the game plan, but I hope you like it!
not your fault
warnings: child having an allergic reaction, (not very serious, no use of EpiPens/needles) anxiety
word count: 2.6k
“Wave bye bye!” Harry said, holding up Stevie’s arm and waving it at you. “Bye mommy!”
“Bye H, bye Stevie! I’ll be home soon, don’t cause too much trouble!” You said, laughing as you got in your car.
“I think we can manage that, hm?” He said, looking at the six month old in his arms. “What do you think?”
She babbled in response.
“Yeah?” He said, sounding very interested. “Sorry, Y/N, she says no promises,” he called, smiling.
You rolled your eyes, giving one final wave as you backed out of the driveway.
“Alright, Miss Stevie, we have the house to ourselves. What are we gonna do?”
She didn’t respond.
“Not very talkative today, are we?” He said, bouncing her a bit.
She looked him, eyes scrunching up as she yawned.
“Yawning? What’s this? It’s only 3 in the afternoon, and you’ve already had two naps today! I’m the one who should be tired, carrying you around all day,” he said dramatically. He loosened his grip on her for a fraction of a second, letting her drop less than an inch. She squealed, laughing as she gripped his shirt with her tiny fists.
“You’re an adventurous little one, aren’t you,” he smiled, repeating the motion. His heart swelled when she laughed again. That laugh was probably his favorite noise in the world. Besides yours. Maybe it was a tie.
She babbled up at him again, gesturing with her hands.
“Is that so?” Harry said, getting very involved in the conversation. “No she didn’t,” he gasped when Stevie waved her arms. “I don’t believe her!”
Stevie nodded, babbling some more words.
“What a shocking turn of events,” he said, eyes going wide.
When she was done talking, she sighed and rested her head against his shoulder. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he walked her to the kitchen.
“What do you say we find a snack?” He said, setting her in her high chair, hushing her when she fussed.
“Here, look at this!” He said, handing her a rubber spoon to distract her while he buckled her in.
She was instantly fascinated, investigating the new object by putting it in her mouth. Harry smiled, stepping away to open the fridge.
“What are we in the mood for today, Stevie?” He asked, turning around to face her. She stared at him with wide eyes, the spoon still in her mouth. “You’re not much help,” he laughed. “Maybe some yogurt,” he decided. 
“This?” He asked when Stevie reached for the container. She made a frustrated noise when he didn’t immediately give her what she wanted. “I have to open it, love!”
She got more upset, growling as she reached again.
“Fine, you can have it,” he said, handing her the yogurt. She looked at it, then back at him. “Right, you can’t get it, because there’s a lid,” he said, settling into the chair next to her. “Would you like me to open it?” He asked.
She allowed him to take the cup from her, watching carefully as he peeled off the tinfoil.
“See, just like that,” he said, handing the container back to her. He opened his own, laughing when Stevie smeared a glob of yogurt on her face. “Missed your mouth there, bug.”
She ignored him, continuing to make a mess. Harry just laughed, shaking his head.
Soon enough, she got bored of her snack. She communicated this by flinging her spoon onto the floor.
“Hey!” He said, leaning down to pick it up. “No throwing.”
She babbled defiantly.
“Don’t sass me!” He said, unable to keep himself from smiling. He already knew she was going to be a handful when she could talk.
Stevie pushed her yogurt away from her, smearing it all over her tray in the process.
“Done?” He asked, beginning to pull the cup away from her. When she didn’t protest, he threw it in the garbage can and reached for a washcloth.
She seemed to know what was coming and began squirming in her seat.
“Not this time, missy,” he said, remembering the other day when he had made the mistake of lifting her down before wiping her face off. The result had been food smeared all over his shirt. All over it.
He reached toward her, trying to wipe her mouth with the cloth. She turned her head every which way, somehow managing to avoid his attempts.
“Stevie,” he sighed, “Please?” He asked in a sing-song tone.
She stopped moving, intrigued by his voice. He used this opportunity to reach in again, but she was quick to turn her head. He groaned, lowering the cloth, before he had an idea.
“Stevie is my princess, my baby girl,” he sang, reaching forward slowly. She was so focused on his singing that she didn’t even flinch when he started wiping her face again. “My Stevie is so pretty, pretty like her mama,” he smiled, cleaning the last of her face. “See? All done,” he said, throwing the cloth back to the sink.
Harry went to remove the tray from her high chair, but stopped when she slapped her hands down on it.
“What?” He said, looking at her in surprise. “What do you want?”
She just looked at him.
“Come on, love, let’s go read a book!” He said, trying to remove the tray again. She fussed, banging her fists on the plastic.
“Alright, alright, you don’t have to be so aggressive about it,” he said, stepping back. “Would you like some berries?”
She babbled, bouncing in her seat.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughed, going to the fridge and finding the container of strawberries. “I think you’ve had these before,” he said, inspecting the fruits. “Should be fine, I’ll just cut them up small,” he said, mostly to himself.
He was excessively careful with what food he gave her. He got dozens of pamphlets from the pediatrician, filling the front of the fridge with “can baby have...” and “best foods for infants” and “nutrition tips”. You almost banned him from going to Stevie’s appointments with you, claiming your fridge was running out of room.
He didn’t care that he was probably being a helicopter parent. It was worth constantly hovering if it meant Stevie would be safe and healthy.
He rinsed the berries, patting them dry with a towel before moving them to the cutting board. He hummed along to the song playing out of the speaker. “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac, because he wanted Stevie to be introduced to excellent music as soon as possible. It would ensure she had good taste later in life.
Once the strawberries were cut into tiny pieces, he set a few of them on Stevie’s tray. She didn’t hesitate, grabbing a handful and shoving them all into her mouth.
“Good thing I didn’t give you very many,” Harry said, laughing. He closed the container, putting them back in the fridge.
His smile dropped when he closed the door and saw Stevie. She had stopped chewing and her face was turning red. His eyes widened and he rushed over, putting his thumb on her chin to open her mouth. Harry sighed in relief when he saw she had swallowed the fruit and definitely wasn’t choking. Then he started panicking again, because her face was getting brighter and her cheeks were getting puffy. Her face scrunched up and she started crying.
He quickly unbuckled her from the seat, picking her up and patting her back firmly just in case. She cried harder, so she could definitely breathe. This didn’t help Harry’s panic much, because that meant something else was wrong.
His mind was racing as he thought of what this could be. She’s had yogurt before she’s had strawberries before why is this happening what do I do-
He shook his head, thinking of what to do next. Freaking out wouldn’t help him. He had to think clearly and quickly. This was not an easy task with Stevie screaming in his ear. As distracting as it was, he wasn’t annoyed at all, because it meant her throat wasn’t closing and she could still breathe properly.
“I know love, I’m sorry, I’ll fix this, you’ll feel better soon,” he said nervously, bouncing her to try and calm her down. “Just let me... Ah! I know what we need!” He said, running into the bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet, searching frantically for the bottle he needed.
He sighed in relief when he found the Benadryl, pulling it out along with an empty syringe. He quickly went back to the kitchen, sitting on the floor with Stevie in his lap. He scanned the label for the dose, drawing it up in the syringe and holding it to her mouth.
“Come on Stevie, I know it’s yucky, I’m so sorry, you have to take this, come on,” he encouraged her, trying to get her to stop screaming. She finally quieted, sucking on the syringe as if it were a pacifier. Harry pushed the plunger, making sure she swallowed all of the medicine. As soon as he removed it, she started crying again.
His heart broke as he pulled her against him, rubbing her back.
“It’s ok, bug, I’m so sorry,” he soothed. “You’ll feel better soon, I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
Soon enough, the red started to fade and her cheeks went back to their normal size. Harry slumped back against the cabinets in relief, still holding her securely against his chest.
She was still crying, but thankfully her screaming had quieted and she was mostly just breathing unevenly.
After about ten minutes, he lifted her up to look at her. He inspected her face, making sure it was all back to normal. When he decided everything was good, he stood up and moved over to the living room with her.
He settled back on the recliner, pulling a blanket over them. She was laying on her tummy on his chest, head turned so she could hear his heartbeat. Her crying had all but stopped by now; the only noises he heard from her were a few sniffles every now and then.
Harry rubbed her back, humming softly to soothe her. She fell asleep quickly. All the crying and having an allergic reaction must have tired her out, he thought to himself. He was feeling worse and worse with every minute that passed. He was supposed to protect her. That was literally his job. He was supposed to keep her out of harm’s way. He was supposed to make sure nothing ever hurt her. He was supposed to know what foods she was allergic to, for goodness sake. That was just about the bare minimum of being a father: knowing what food could potentially kill your child and then not giving them that food.
Harry’s eyes welled up with tears. This was all his fault. He gave her those strawberries. He gave her something that caused direct harm. He hurt her.
He would never let you leave him alone with Stevie again. It wasn’t safe.
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“Harry, she’ll be ok!” You said, placing your hand on his arm to calm him down.
“No, she can’t be in there alone, please let me move her crib to our room,” he said desperately. His eyes darted around Stevie’s room as if he was looking for potential dangers.
“Harry, it’s alright, we have the baby monitor-“
“No, that’s not enough, she won’t be safe if we can’t see her!” He said, his eyes welling up.
“Ok,” you concede, knowing he’s in no state to argue about this. “But you can’t move her crib by yourself, why don’t we get the playpen and set it up by our bed, she can sleep in there.”
He nodded, moving to the closet and pulling out the large bag. He carried it to your room while you put Stevie’s pajamas on her.
She was totally ok. There was no trace of redness or puffiness on her face, and she had stopped crying before you had even gotten home. She was acting completely normal, her usually silly and bouncy self.
This didn’t seem to make Harry feel any better. He had been miserable since you got home and he explained what happened.
You had reassured him that Stevie had eaten strawberries before and had no problem. You explained that sometimes children just developed allergies. It was strange, and it was unfortunate, but it happened. You told him, multiple times, that this wasn’t his fault. You told him that he did a great job staying calm and getting Stevie the help she needed.
None of this seemed to matter. You could tell he was beating himself up for letting something happen to Stevie on his watch.
He didn’t even want to hold her. “She’ll be safer with you,” he said sadly.
You sighed, picking up your sleepy baby and walking to your room.
“Harry?” You asked softly, pushing open the door.
“Almost done,” he mumbled.
When he straightened up, he wouldn’t even look at you. You tried to hand Stevie to him so he could lay her down, but he quickly stepped aside.
“I’ll- I’m going to get her diffuser,” he said, leaving you and Stevie alone again.
You pressed a kiss to her forehead, setting her down gently in the playpen. You smiled when she flopped over, falling asleep almost right away.
Harry came back carrying the diffuser. He plugged it into the wall, filling the room with the sweet smell of lavender.
“Harry-“
“Don’t. Just... don’t,” he said, avoiding your eyes.
“Harry, come on. Look at me,” you said, stepping closer to him.
He finally complied, looking into your eyes. Your heart broke when you saw how sad he looked.
You opened your arms and he walked into them, holding you tightly. You felt him shaking as he started to cry.
“Harry, please don’t blame yourself for this,” you pleaded. “This exact same thing could have happened to me.”
“But it didn’t,” he said shakily. “It happened while I was watching her. You trusted me to keep her safe and I couldn’t do it,” his words broke off in a sob.
You tightened your arms around him. “Harry, you couldn’t have known. She’s eaten them before, and everything was totally fine. This isn’t your fault.”
“No, but it is!” He said, pulling away. “I fed them to her. I gave her something bad. I basically poisoned her. I can’t- I can’t watch her again. You can’t leave me alone with her again,” he said, getting the same desperate look on his face from earlier.
“Harry, wait,” you said, grabbing his arms so he couldn’t step farther away. “What if it happened to me? What if you had gone shopping and I had been here with her? What if I gave her the strawberries and I was blaming myself? What would you say?”
“I would tell you it wasn’t your fault and that you were a wonderful mother,” he said quietly, looking at the floor.
“Exactly,” you said, leaning in to meet his eyes. “You are an amazing father, H. You’re so good with her, and she loves you. One bad day doesn’t mean you’re just suddenly not a good dad anymore.”
He exhaled, pulling you back into his arms. You listened to his heart pounding as he breathed in and out shakily.
After a few minutes, you pulled back to look at him.
“Think we can go to sleep now? Stevie knocked out pretty fast, you must be tired too,” you smiled.
“Yeah, I am,” he laughed. “Emotional trauma is exhausting.”
He fell onto the bed, pulling you down with him. You both giggled, shushing each other when you remembered there was a baby sleeping next to you.
He pulled you close, tucking the blankets around you.
“Goodnight, my lovely wife,” he murmured.
“Goodnight, my lovely husband.”
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Separation Anxiety
Pairing: Din Djarin x reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: A little bit or angst, abandonment issues, fluff
Summary: You leave the Razor Crest for a couple days, but Grogu doesn’t understand that you’re coming back. A story through the eyes of The Child.
AN: I’m a little late posting this, I had a really bad day on Friday. But I wanted to finish this and release it as soon as possible because I feel better when I can stick to a routine. Please note that all the italics are Grogu attempting to speak out loud, but all Din and reader hear is the canon babbling and cooing we hear in the show
I wake up to the sound of Dad’s voice, he’s speaking softly in the way he only talks to me and Mama. I want to get up and play in the grass like yesterday, but sometimes our house moves when I’m asleep so I don’t know if the grass will still be there. I poke my head up out of the crib, and look around.
Dad is checking over a blaster, the smallest one that Mama carries when we go into town. I’m not allowed to touch those, Mama says they’re dangerous. Mama has her back turned, but it looks like she’s busy putting things away. She does that a lot. I wonder what she’s putting away now, I helped her put away the toys before bed yesterday.
“Mama!” I call out for her. She and father turn to me.
“Too late,” I hear Dad say. I don’t know what it is too late for, the day just started. Mama is coming towards me, and oh I just can’t help it I love it when she picks me up.
“Don’t worry darling, he woke up twice last night so his nap will come early,” you say to Din.
How could Mama possibly be thinking about nap time now? Now is time for food, and play time and probably Dad going to work.
“I’ll start breakfast,” Dad says
“Breakfast!”
Mama holds me while we eat our breakfast, but Dad doesn’t take his hat off. That probably means he’s going to work today. I know Mama will make him eat something before he goes. Mama gets upset when Dad forgets to eat. After breakfast we go outside. Our house moved while I was sleeping, but there’s different grass..... and big bugs flying around.
“Mama can I go play with the bugs?” I ask her.
“Do you want to play hide and seek ad’ika?” She asks me. Sometimes I don’t think she can hear me very well, because she answers me funny. But then again, her ears are very small.
“No. Bugs!” I yell running down the ramp to go catch the nearest floaty bug. I almost catch it too, but I jumped too late and the bug is getting away. So I chase after it.
I spend all afternoon outside but eventually, I give up on trying to catch the floaty bugs. They fly too high and always seem to know I’m coming. I’m getting tired, maybe Mama was right about a nap. I turn back to look for our house, it’s right where Dad left it with the ramp down. Mama and Dad are sitting on the ramp together, talking.
Why do grown ups talk so much? Mama and Dad like to play with me. But they don’t play by themselves or with each other, they just talk. I head over towards them, maybe they will stop talking and Mama will come nap with me.
When I get up to them, Mama immediately goes to pick me up. But she keeps talking to Dad.
“It all worked out, now we can have a family night before the trip and we’ll save some credits having you drop me off,”
“The glass is always half full, isn't it cyare,?”
Mama laughs, but I don't get it. Full of what? Is it juice? Is it juice for me?
“Mama,” I try to get her attention “Mama”
“Oh boy, looks like I was wrong about nap time, he’s gonna sleep well tonight” she says. Dad stands up, and helps Mama stand too so she doesn’t have to put me down.
Wrong about nap time? Now is a perfect time for a nap. But it’s later than I thought it was, the sun is starting to go down, and Mama is handing me to Dad so she can make dinner. Dad didn’t go to work today, I wonder why...
“Dad, are you going bye bye soon?” I ask him
“Yeah, did you have fun running around all day ya little womp rat?” He asks. Dad must not have very good hearing either. Or maybe his hat makes it hard for him to hear me.
Mama finishes making dinner, Dad closes the big door and takes off his hat so we can all eat together. After dinner, Mama scoops me up and takes me to her bed. I get excited, Mama and Dad’s bed is bigger than mine and has puffy pillows to jump on. But Mama is not in the mood for jumping, tonight she tells me she wants to snuggle and do stories.
Dad joins us. He takes off his shiny clothes and his hat, and lays down with Mama and me. Dad likes Mama stories, he puts his head on Mama’s tummy and listens to her talk. Mama holds me against her shoulder, and rubs my back. I’m trying really hard to stay awake, but I can’t. Mama’s arms are warm, and her voice is quiet. I’ll ask her how the story ended tomorrow.
The next day I wake up, and someone different is holding me. Dad’s shoulder is usually warmer than Mama’s, but not as soft. Especially since he’s wearing his shiny clothes again. Someone kisses the top of my head. That must be Mama. I’m still sleepy, so I don’t open my eyes yet. Dad rumbles below me. He must be trying to talk.
Suddenly the sound of the door opening, surely now Dad must be going to work. But if Dad is going to work, why isn’t Mama the one holding me?
I open my eyes. It’s too bright. But I can see a figure going down the ramp holding a big bag. My eyes adjust and I see that it’s Mama. Why is Mama going down the ramp so early in the morning? And our house moved again! I’m confused. If Mama is leaving the house, why aren’t we following her?
“Dad?” I try to ask. Dad makes a disappointed sound.
“Dad!” I try again
“Say bye bye ad’ika” he whispers waving my little arm
“MAMA!” I yell as I start to panic “Mama come back!” I’m getting upset. Mama never leaves. And her bag is really big. Is that what she was putting away yesterday? Why is Mama going bye bye?
“Dad!” I whine “Dad please! We have to go with her. We have to go with Mama!”
He doesn’t understand me. They never do. I’m so frustrated I can’t help it, I start crying
“Why Mama go bye bye?” I wail “MAMA!”
Dad closes the big door. I’m getting more upset. I don’t understand what happening. And Dad can’t understand me when I ask. And I just want Mama to hold me and give me kisses.
“It’s okay buddy,” Dad says “It’s okay I’m sad she went bye bye too,” Well that doesn’t make any sense. If Dad is sad she left, then we should go with her. Dad takes me up the ladder. But I don’t stop crying. He isn’t listening to me.
When he gets to the window room, Dad puts me on my chair and buckles me in. He gives me my ball, and I stop crying for a minute. I really like this ball, it’s kind of heavy and it reminds me of the training ball we used to have in the temple. Sometimes I tell Mama about what it was like growing up in the temple. About the masters that used to come visit the younglings to tell us stories or their adventures or teach us lessons. Mama smiles and looks in my eyes when I talk to her, it tricks me into thinking she understands me sometimes. But now I’m thinking of Mama again, and I begin to cry.
Dad finishes turning on the lights and hitting buttons in the right order, and our house is going up up up into the stars. Which means we are leaving Mama here. I can’t understand why this is happening. Mama tried to leave when I was asleep. She didn’t even want to say goodbye to me. I must have done something very naughty to make her leave me and Dad.
Dad turns to me and unbuckles my seat. He holds me to his chest and lets me keep crying. He doesn’t say anything. Maybe he’s crying under his hat too. He pats my back and shakes up and down me a little bit. It feels nice. He can’t understand what I ask him, but at least he understands that I’m upset.
“It’s okay buddy. We’re gonna have a fun week okay?” Dad says. I keep crying. I don’t want to have a fun week, I want Mama.
I sit with Dad all day in the window room as the stars zoom by. I stop crying but I don’t let him put me down. I can’t stop thinking. What did I do? Why did Mama leave? I don’t understand.
The days go by painfully slow. Dad puts our house in front of a big puddle, so big that everything on the other side looks small. He plays outside with me every day. Lets splash in the water, chase bugs and frogs. He lets me dig holes in the mud and bury rocks. Dad washes all of the blankets and sheets from our house in the big puddle and hands them to dry on the trees. He washes all of his clothes in the puddle too, and polishes the shiny clothes with something that looks fun to play with but smells terrible. It’s not so bad, playing with Dad all day on this puddle world. But at night time when it’s time to go to bed. I miss Mama so much my heart hurts. I try really really hard not to cry. But I can’t. I just want her to tuck me into my bed, or snuggle with me. I want her to tell me stories or sing to me.
But I’m trying. I’m trying especially hard to be good for Dad. Maybe if I’m really good Mama will come back. And I know I’m good Dad won’t leave. Dad used to take me everywhere with him when we first met. I was too scared of him to be bad. He wasn’t so scary after a while, especially after he met Mama. But I felt so safe with them. I guess I felt too safe because I messed up, and now Mama’s gone. I have to be good. I have to be good so Dad won’t leave too. I don’t want to be alone again. I don’t let Dad put me to bed in my crib. If he shuts the crib doors, they might not open again.
I wake up from a nap sitting on Dad’s lap, and I heard voices. Dad is talking to someone. I open my eyes, curious to know who’s here.
It’s Mama! It’s Mama right in front of me!
“Mama!” I shout trying to reach for her. But my claws pass straight through her. I keep trying to reach her, but she isn’t really here.
“Looks like ad’ika woke up just in time,” Dad says “Say hi to Mommy,”
“Mama! Mama I’m so sorry. Please come home. I promise I’ll be good. I promise!” I tell her
“Hi baby! I miss you so much. I’ll be home tomorrow, and I’ve got presents for you,” she says. She looks up at Dad “How’s he been?”
“He’s been having a hard time. I don’t think we explained well enough that you’d come back,” Dad says.
“To be fair, he’s never a day apart from me since the moment we met,” Mama laughs lightly
“Yeah. Well hurry home, he’s not the only one who misses you” Dad says
“A taste of your own medicine my love. But I miss you too. I’ll be at the docking bay by tonight, you’ll be there to pick me up?”
“Sounds good”
“Okay, bye baby! I’ll see you tonight,” Mama waves goodbye and the com clicks off.
I’m upset again, but I don’t cry. Mama is giving me a second chance? Or she was always planning on coming back? I don’t know, I’m so confused. All I know is I’ve been good this week, and she’s coming back. So I have to keep being good, and make it up to her when she gets back.
Dad packs up our house, and we go up up up again into the stars. We really are going to pick up Mama. But it takes so much longer to get back to where we left her. I try not to be fussy on the ride there. But everything is going so slow.
Finally finally finally, we get there and Dad puts the house exactly where it was a week ago when we left. And now we wait. Dad tries to play with me, he offers me my ball, which I take. But I just hold it. I watch the big door. Waiting for it to open. Finally, I hear it. I hear the clicking and the hiss. The door is opening and the ramp is going down.
There she is!
“MAMA!” I scream, dropping my ball and running as fast as my little legs will let me go. Mama smiles and drops her bags on the ground. She takes two big steps and scoops me up, cuddling me to her chest. Dad steps in and wraps his arms around us. He gently knocks the top of his hat into Mama’s forehead and stays there. I get a little jealous, and try to push Dad away.
“You got to talk to mom on the com for who knows how long yesterday! I want kisses!” I say trying to hold Mama’s face.
“Hi baby. Did you miss me? Did Dad take good care of you?” She asks, she presses kisses all over my head and in between my ears.
“Mama, I’m so sorry! I’m sorry I was naughty. I won’t play with your magic potion bag anymore. I’ll eat all my food and go to bed when you tell me. I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good. Please don’t go!” I bury my face in her shoulder and start crying.
“What did you do to him, Din?” She asks Dad, she bounces me in her arms. I can’t tell if she’s making a joke or not.
“I told you cyare, he really missed you. I don’t think he knew you were coming back,” Dad says as he heads down the ramp to collect Mama’s things.
“Oh,” Mama coos at me “It’s okay. It’s okay ad’ika. It’s okay. Mommy’s here. I won’t leave you again. I was always gonna come back,” a
Dad puts her stuff away, and shuts the door. He leads us to their big bed and takes off his shiny clothes and hat again. He lays down and pulls Mama and me down on top of him.
Mama whispers to me. She tells me that she loves me. And she’s sorry I was afraid. She tells me that she missed me when she was gone, and that she’s proud of me for being good for Dad. Dad holds Mama, and tells her about all the fun things we did. Eventually I fall asleep, feeling safe and warm.
Maybe Mama and Dad don’t always understand what I’m trying to tell them. But they do love me and protect me.
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juminsmysticmc · 3 years
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RFA who‘s child gets hit by a car (Happy End)
Trigger Warnings! Mention of blood/ accidents 
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Jumin
,,Don’t run off, Son!’’ you called your older son as you walked hand in hand with Jumin.
The two little boys were between the both of you while your younger girl hugged your neck in your arm, supporting her with your right arm.
You patted her back to make her fall asleep as you warned your son again.
Jumin smiled as he observed his little perfect family.
Like always, his best bodyguards behind you all so that none of his children would have to go through the hardships like him.
No kidnapper even had an opening to kidnap his children.
However, he didn’t expect someone to possibly hit his child with a car.
It all happened so fast. You asked Jumin if he could please run after his son since he didn’t seem to listen to you.
Jumin nodded and walked towards him.
You yelled one more time before your son ran across the street, running over the red lights.
And then you heard an impact and saw your son on the ground.
,,NOOO!’’ you hysterically sobbed as you sat next to the little boy on the ground.
You didn’t dare touch him, fearing you could hurt him.
There was so much blood…
The ambulance came quickly afterwards and the little boy was taken away from you, leaving you in a trance.
Just when you were allowed to go into his room and see for yourself that he was alive, you seemed to wake up, crying nonstop and taking care of him.
This was the first and last time something like that happened to Jumin Han, he swore.
Even though you often told him that it wasn’t his fault, he knew that he was partly at fault.
He simply wasn’t quickly enough.
And so Jumin ordered more bodyguards, surrounding you in a big circle and making it impossible for his children to run off.
They didn’t anyway because Jumin made sure to hold them safely.
Zen
It was a wonderful Sunday afternoon and you and your two little girls walked with their daddy around the park.
Your oldest was happily licking her ice cream as the younger one tried to eat the ice cream with a spoon.
,,It’s hard while walking, right?’’ you asked your little girl as you observed her.
,,Baby, shall I take you in my arms so you can eat?’’ Zen asked her and got a fierce nod from her.
You quickly took Zen’s ice cream and waited until he had your younger daughter in his arms.
Your head turned around to your older daughter, who was still walking with her ice cream in her hands.
,,Se-Ri~ah, wait for us please!’’ you called your ten year old.  
She turned her head and looked at you when it happened.
You screamed loudly and let the ice cream fall as you ran towards her, unfortunately being too late.
Zen could just see how his ten year old was being hit by a car.
He blinked with his eyes to check if what he saw was real, just to see her lifeless body on the floor in the next moment.
Your screams brought all of the attention to you guys as he approached you quickly.
,,LOSING BLOOD! SHE’S LOSING BLOOD!’’ you hiccuped while he tried to dial 119 with his trembling fingers.
No way he would let her die here.
The ambulance luckily came quickly and while they were there, they could also take the drunken man, who got punched in the face by Zen.
If it wasn’t for his little daughter crying at the sight of her daddy, he would have probably hit him again.
,,You’re lucky, she just fractured a few bones. Other than that she’s healthy, she will be fine soon,’’ the doctor smiled.
That’s when you found out that your daughter was a monster at healing too, just like her daddy...
Yoosung
,,Bye momma!’’ your little boy said as he walked hand in hand with Yoosung to the preschool.
You watched your two men go and closed the door as you laid back on the couch, rubbing your nine month old tummy.
You were so swollen that you almost couldn’t move around. That was why, these days, Yoosung had to take care of bringing your son to the preschool and most of the time he did a very good job.
Today, however, things were different and you at home couldn’t guess how different they became…
,,Don’t run off!’’ Yoosung laughed as his son jumped up and down.
,,DADDY, I DON’T NEED YOU TO BRING ME HERE! I CAN SEE, HYUNG!’’ his son yelled happily, meaning the older friend he found there.
Yoosung smiled and observed how he and a few little children waited for the lights to turn green.
Just when they all thought they could walk, a car speeded over the crosswalk, making everything that happened even worse.
Yoosung couldn’t yell as quickly as the car that hit his son, making him fly a few meters across the street, his body hitting the cold floor.
Yoosung and a few other mothers approached the boy who seemed to just bleed and cry.
,,Appa…’’ he cried, seemingly unable to move his head.
Yoosung’s only thoughts were to save his son. Nothing else mattered…
,,I didn’t expect a vet to be so good with this,’’ the doctors smiled as they finally arrived at the hospital.
You were sitting on the bench as the doctor told you that everything was fine.
,,He will have to recover from what happened, but he will be fine. We will send him for rehabilitation,’’ the doctor said and smiled kindly, finally allowing you to see your little super man.
,,Daddy was my hero, Momma!’’ he chuckled.
A happy ending indeed, you thought as you kissed your son.
Jaehee
You and Jaehee were walking from the store when your son began to run in front of you.
Even though both of you called him several times, he still didn’t stop.
At some point, neither you or her knew another solution, except to run behind him and take him by his hand.
And so you ran behind him.
But he, being the funny son he was, ran away from you, looking back at you and not what was happening in front of him.
Suddenly, he heard you screaming, stopped, and before he could look around himself, he felt an impact.
You and Jaehee weren’t in time to hold him. You weren’t in time to pull him towards you, Jaehee wasn’t quick enough to see the situation.
Both of you sobbed over the body as the lady who hit him tried to call for help.
Both of you were lost in tears.
You felt scared and helpless.
The ambulance came and took him right in front of the both of you while the police tried to bring you there too.
,,We tried so hard,’’ you sobbed.
,,I couldn’t get pregnant for a long time, and when I knew I was having him, I was so happy,’’ you told the silent police officer in the car.
,,And now, something like this happens. Is God angry at us?’’ you asked Jaehee who just sobbed too…
,,He did it,’’ the nurse told both of you as soon as you arrived.
Neither of you expected this news as soon as you arrived.
,,The surgery ended a few seconds ago and the paramedics did a great job. The surgeon is the best in that area. I will lead you to him,’’ she said as she smiled at the happiness in your eyes.
Saeyoung
,,Can you please not drive around here while the children are playing outside?’’ you asked your husband as you observed the children playing in the garden.
,,You know that I would never hit my children, don’t you?’’ he asked you and smiled. This smile you loved annoyed you to death right now.
You were a few months pregnant, you knew that your moods were making you feel differently about things..
You rolled your eyes as Saeyoung sat in his car again.
Saeran, his brother, sat on a bench and was enjoying his ice cream and the flowers in the garden when he saw what happened.
It all happened so quickly that neither of you could react in time…
Your daughter, the youngest of the twins, let her ball fall and bowed to pick it up. At the same time, Saeyoung turned around to back out of his parking spot quickly.
A loud pitched scream stopped him and made him stop the car when at the same moment, he heard his daughter’s scream.
From the mirror, he could see you running towards the car. You bowed and picked up someone behind the car.
Your crying daughter was hugging you tightly while Saeran ran towards you with a cold towel.
,,I TOLD YOU!’’ you hissed at him as he began to tear up too.
,,I-I’m sorry, I-’’ he tried to say and hugged his crying daughter, patting your back.
He was just in time…
Ever since that day, the children had to stay on the staircase when someone sat in the car to never ever let that happen again...
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daddykohli · 4 years
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you make me live, you’re my best friend
i’ve been in my feelings about singing in the car with spencer on my morning commutes so I decided to write about it!
warnings: fluff, reid inadvertently outs himself to the team (no angst or upset at all), alcohol, cursing
bi spencer x bi fem reader
 2.8k words
mornings are for coffee and contemplation. and sometimes singing.
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Despite the peppy attitude he arrived to work with nearly every day, Spencer Reid was not a morning person. He needed a good combination of things to get him to peak performance including at least two strong coffees with a mountain of sugar, his mismatched socks and you. Well, you and the speakers blasting your favorite music on the way to work. 
You had an eclectic taste and a loud mouth, frankly, and Spencer didn’t get everything you played for him but he was game to sit in the passenger’s seat with his sunglasses on, watching you belt along with whatever 80′s power ballad, mid 2000′s country hit or latest TikTok trendy song you’d gotten stuck in your head. 
Thanks to a combination of his eidetic memory and an embarrassing and constant urge to please you, Spencer pulled up the lyrics on his phone to every song you played for the first time, committing them to memory forever. This was a blessing and a curse; it wasn’t helpful to be on a case and find he’s been looking at bodies, mumbling “I'll take my chances in traffic, she suckin' on dick, no hands with it” absently under his breath, but nothing in the world made his girl happier than him singing along by her side loudly, badly at 7 am.
This also wasn’t an activity Spencer shared with the team. If you asked any one of them at any given time, they’d collectively decided that you two were having sex in the mornings because nothing else could explain why you tumbled in the door together, giggling and ready to take on the world while the rest of them were dragging their feet, squinting in the harsh white lights of the bullpen.
There were certainly more humiliating things for the team to find out about, but Spencer didn’t particularly want to listen to the team hounding them to join karaoke night once they knew Spencer had no real qualms with making a fool out of himself while singing.
As it was, one night when you were out with the girls, 3 cocktails and half pitcher of blue long island ice tea in, you accidentally spilled the beans. It was the damn DJ—if he hadn’t played “Africa” by Toto, none of this would’ve happened. You were leaning on Emily’s shoulder when you heard a familiar beat and shrieked, patting Emily’s arm rather aggressively. 
“This is me ‘n Spencer’s song,” you told the group, closing your eyes and smiling, swaying along to the music. The ladies laughed, shaking their heads in disbelief.
“It’s not your song, there’s no way,” JJ protested, rolling her eyes, not bothering to hide her laughter.
You huffed, irritated that they couldn’t read your mind. “Well it’s not our song but it’s our car song!”
Your friends brows furrowed almost in unison, making you giggle.”Car song...?” Garcia asked, chin in her hand. You gasped dramatically, shaking your head in denial.
“NO, nono no, Spence said-we can’t talk about the car songs, I can’t-forget I said ‘nything,” your hands were moving wildly, subconsciously mimicking the way your boyfriend used his hands to express his own emotions. This was the wrong reaction, which sober you would have had the sense to realize beforehand. JJ, Emily and Garcia leaned in, suddenly extremely interested, matching mischievous grins on their faces. 
“Explain. Immediately,” Garcia demanded, slapping her hand down on the table in front of you. You mimed zipping your lips closed and throwing the key across the bar, shaking your head.
“Mm-mm,” you mumbled, shrugging. There was no way you were going to lose your morning singing buddy because of your loose lips. Sober you also would have known that Spencer (who lived with you) wouldn’t stop riding to work with you or singing in the car with you over his team finding out, but you tended to be a little one-track-minded when you drank.
The girls finally relented, switching the conversation gears to people-watching, playing a lighthearted profiling game with the other patrons. There was someone in the group, however, who hadn’t forgotten and wouldn’t forget by Monday morning either. 
~
When Monday morning rolled around, Garcia laid in wait for her target to arrive. When he did, she snatched him by the hand and dragged him into her Batcave. Derek made a particularly un-manly noise that Garcia would file away for later, but right now she needed his guidance.
“I’m gonna do a bad thing,” she greeted, plopping down in her chair. 
“Woman-” Derek began, still half asleep, heart racing from being kidnapped at 7 o’ clock in the morning.
“No time,” Garcia interrupted, “I have information.”
Derek raised an eyebrows, sitting down in the other chair in the room, indicating that he was interested.
“Our resident baby and pretty boy sing in the car in the mornings,” she stated.
Derek stared, opened his mouth as if to say something and then closed it. “Sing?” he finally asked, voice dripping with skepticism. “I mean her, sure, but Spencer? Are you sure?”
Garcia nodded, turning to her computer. “A certain cocktail induced confession. Now here’s where I need you to convince me it’s a bad idea to hack into her dash cam so we can see the show.”
Derek huffed out a laugh and put his head in his hands. “Baby girl, you know I would never miss out on a chance to humiliate Reid, but are you sure this is what’s happening? Because if it is, I’m bringing the rest of the team and providing popcorn,” he warned.
Garcia’s smile grew to luminous proportions. “You know, I only asked you to stop me because I knew you’d be the least likely to do so?” she asked.
Derek just laughed, shaking his head. “You are so bad”.
~
You and Spencer woke up in rare form on Tuesday morning. You both felt well rested (that didn’t stop you from guzzling two coffees each before you hit the door) and in high spirits. Since you woke early, you had a lazy morning in bed, kissing and whispering and giggling, tangled in the sheets. You showered together instead of apart and had an actual solid breakfast rather than a granola bar split down the middle on your way up the elevator at headquarters. 
By the time you made it to the car, (Spencer in a button up and cardigan, dark pants and his converse and you in a dress that complimented your eyes with a blazer as an afterthought, in case you needed to go out into the field unexpectedly today) you were both a little bummed that your good moods were going to be dampened by paperwork shortly, but you still had the commute ahead of you and you knew it’d take no convincing to get Spencer to sing along with you today.
Meanwhile, at headquarters, Garcia, Rossi, JJ, Emily and a very reluctant Hotch were crowded around Garcia’s computer. Suddenly the screen came to life showing a clear, albeit off-color video feed of you and Spencer in the front seats of your car. 
Garcia gasped, clapped her hands delightedly, and everyone else stepped closer.
“We’re acknowledging that this is a huge invasion of privacy, right,” JJ asked absently.
“And a gross misuse of government property to do so,” Hotch added gruffly, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Yeah, yeah,” Rossi and Emily dismissed in unison, squinting at the screen. You and Spencer already had big smiles on your faces, chattering on about some movie you’d watched together last night, Spencer talking about the logistics of life on Saturn and you explaining to him that the movie was about lesbians in space and you didn’t care whether it was sustainable to live on another planet.
The team couldn’t help but smile at their two youngest co-workers so obviously, comfortably in love.
~
“So what’ll it be today?” Spencer asked, after relenting that gays in space was enough of a plot line to hold a film despite its obvious scientific pitfalls. 
You fiddled with your phone, deciding on a playlist while waiting for him to buckle up for the drive to work. Finally, you decided one one simply named “drive” that included all the songs in your library that got you excited to be alive.
“I think we’re going high-energy today,” you announced to Spencer, smiling as you felt his warm hand push up the hem of your dress slightly to land in its familiar spot on your bare thigh, fingers curling to rest against the sensitive skin of the inner portion. 
Spencer nodded, leaning his head back and running a hand through his hair as music filled the car. He didn’t bother to pull out his phone, this playlist was a frequent choice of yours and he already knew all the songs on it by heart. 
“Did you know that listening to the music you love actually causes your brain release more dopamine, a crucial neurotransmitter for humans’ emotional and cognitive functioning? It’s connected to the brain’s reward experience, enjoying a piece of music, deriving pleasure from it, wanting to listen to it again, being willing to spend money for it, strongly depend on the dopamine released in our synapses,” Spencer explained happily, feeling safe in knowing you’d never get tired of listening to him share information.
“That explains a lot!” you replied excitedly, nodding as you put the car in reverse and slowly pulled out of the driveway and onto your quiet street. Well, yours and Spencer’s. 
You bit your lip, smiling at your internal correction. Spencer had been your best friend for so long that sometimes you forgot that you were a couple now. Sure, there was a lot more kissing now but he was still just your Spencer and it sent the butterflies in your tummy into a frenzy whenever he touched you in a way that he wouldn’t have allowed himself when you were just friends. 
“C’mon now, let’s fuckin’ go,” you cheered, getting your heart racing and ready for the day, not catching Spencer looking at you with so much love written all over his face that it was sickening and a smile that could overshadow the sun.
~
“They’re disgusting,” Emily said fondly, watching her friends interact onscreen. She was seeing a sillier side of Spencer, a more gentle and carefree side that made her feel warm in her stomach. It made sense that he was happiest when he was with his girl and no responsibility at hand but she wished they could all see him like that more often. 
The team all laughed, eyes fixed on the screen when the door opened and the smell of melted butter wafted in. Morgan had a large bowl filled with popcorn and Garcia clapped, laughing and reaching for a handful.
“I told you I’d get snacks for show!” he stated, grinning as he sat in the only empty chair left in the room. “What’d I miss?” he asked, munching on a few pieces of popcorn.
~
“AND I MEANT EVERY WORD I SAID, WHEN I SAID THAT I LOVE YOU I MEANT THAT I LOVE YOU FOREVER,” you and Spencer were scream-singing “Keep on Loving You” by REO Speedwagon until your throats were sore, giggling in between verses. You had one hand on the wheel (that had been a point of contention between you and Spencer for awhile but it had been some months since he’d stopped spouting accident statistics at you and started to trust you behind the wheel) and one elbow resting on the console and both felt utterly invincible. 
When the song ended, it faded into “What I Need” by Hayley Kiyoko and you groaned, tossing your head back dramatically against the seat. “I’m so gay,” you stated, thinking about the girl with blonde hair and dance moves you daydreamed about far too often. 
Spencer laughed as he sang along, tapping out the rhythm with his fingers on your inner thigh, sliding on his sunglasses. “Would you leave me for her?” he asked playfully, nodding his head toward the radio.
“In an instant,” you replied, shrugging and tossing your hair before really getting into the song, body rolling and catching glancing at Spencer’s face, reveling in his shameless ogling. 
After Hayley’s voice cut, the playlist moved right into “Plum” by Troye Sivan and Spencer groaned in a mock of your groan from earlier. “I would leave you for Troye Sivan,” he told you, nodding as he hummed along with the song.
“I would be insulted if you didn’t, given the opportunity. I would love it if you left me for Troye Sivan, it would be an honor,” you both fell into giggles and when Spencer slid his sunglasses off his face, he accidentally dropped them on the floor at his feet. To make matters worse, in true clumsy Spencer fashion, he bumped his head on the dash when he reached down to pick them up.
You snorted, reached out and patted his cheek. “And they call me the bi disaster,” you teased, shaking her head.
“I’ll admit that sometimes I earn that title,” he replied, face reddening.
~
There was dead silence in the Batcave, the longest silence that the team had ever participated in, perhaps.
They already knew you were bisexual, tiny flag on your desk and they really did call you the “bi disaster” in the company of those you were out to, clumsy, flirty and loud as you were. But Spencer. This was new information.
Hotch was the first to speak up. “I told you this was a bad idea, I’m calling it off,” he stated, shaking his head, wondering how the hell he was going to advise his team to handle this.
“No, no, wait,” JJ spoke up. Everyone looked toward her, surprised. “Look,” she began, tugging on Hotch’s sleeve to bring him back down into his chair, “we already know. They’re 10 minutes from headquarters now, how much more private information could they possibly reveal?”
She had a point. They’d come this far in what had originally been a harmless plan to embarrass Spencer about his bad singing and make his face turn a delightful red. Hotch sat down slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did so.
“Go on,” he told Garcia begrudgingly and she obeyed, cranking the volume again to hear Spencer taking on a solo in “Love Story” by Taylor Swift. It would have been a crime to miss this. 
~
After tackling One Direction and The 1975, you were about 5 minutes from work when it came time for the coveted Last Song of the Drive. It was an important one, it set the mood for the day and sometimes you and Spencer spent half of that time choosing the perfect one. Today, it only took one skip to land on “Truth Hurts” by Lizzo.
You and Spencer looked at one another, grinning and cheered, you bouncing in your seat and him pounding on the dash with his fist.
“WHY ARE MEN GREAT ‘TILL THEY GOTTA BE GREAT,” you both screamed, cracking the windows so everyone within a 5 mile radius could hear your terrible, delighted voices.
~
You and Spencer were holding hands, just broken apart from a few stolen kisses in the elevator when the doors opened, revealing your entire team, clearly on pins and needles. They’d been waiting for you.
You frowned, reaching for your phone instinctively. “Did we miss a call...?”
Rossi shook his head, coming forward, all fatherly and gentle. 
“So what had happened was-”
“I hacked your dash cam so we could hear Spencer singing and accidentally found out you’re bisexual,” Garcia blurted, feeling responsible for the whole debacle. She was ready for any ill will pointed her way, but she wouldn’t let Rossi take the responsibility of confessing on behalf of what was her idea.
You felt Spencer’s hand tense in yours for a moment—his sexuality wasn’t something he hid, but he wasn’t vocal about it like you were. You looked up into his handsome face to see a small, sheepish smile on it.
“It’s not a secret,” he informed his family, shrugging. “Just didn’t think it was necessary to announce it in a newsletter”.
The whole room still felt thick with apprehension and you were ready to fly off the handle if anyone teased your boyfriend about this.
Spencer pulled his hand from yours and moved forward to rest it on his chosen sister’s shoulder. Garcia smiled at the contact. “It’s okay,” he told her gently, sputtering as she swept him into a crushing hug that lifted him off the floor.
The rest of the team crowded around and your heart grew 3 sizes watching your family smother Spencer with love and support, him tall, red faced and pleased right in the middle. Morgan strode over, winked and grabbed you by the hand to pull you into the group hug, making you laugh and you were crushed in alongside the people you love the most.
“So...Spencer, would you say you’re 98% or 99% or maybe...100% That Bitch?” Emily teased, bringing fire to Spencer’s cheeks and laughter to the rest of the team, including yourself.
You’re never happier than moments like these. Among your best friends. 
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playitaagain · 4 years
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in gentle moments
a mayward miniseries
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Part 7 of 9
kisses on collar bones or exposed tummies.
Graduation. 
JJ maybe goes a little overboard but Pope has graduated college with honors and he can’t help it. He’s proud. He’s so proud that he throws the biggest party after the graduation, offering to pay for Pope’s parents to stay in a hotel and making sure the Pogues could all make it as well as some of the new friends they’ve made since they’ve moved, specifically Pope’s school friends. It’s a lot of work but the look on Pope’s face when he walks in the door makes it all worth it. 
The first thing he does is walk over and kiss JJ because he’s so happy. Just that in itself makes the party worth it, but Pope’s face is lit up the whole night, making rounds as he talks to his friends, spends time with his parents and catches up with the Pogues, who they haven’t seen in a few months. JJ wants to follow him around like a lost puppy, but he’s hosting and wow, hosting parties is tiring. 
They’ve never really done big parties before. The last one was their high school graduation and that had been on the smaller side. Pope’s parents threw the Pogues a small party a few days after graduation and that was it. This party was so much bigger, so many more people. It meant so much more food, making the rounds to make sure bowls were full and the cooler was stalked. 
It left him with barely any time with Pope, but he could practically feel the excitement in the air, would catch Pope’s gaze every once and a while and JJ knew that he would get to spend tonight with Pope, after everyone left and they were able to fall into bed together. Maybe Pope would be in the mood or maybe they’d just kiss lazily till they fell asleep. It didn’t matter to JJ what they did so long as he was in Pope’s arms. 
“Shit man, this party is great,” John B smiles, slapping him on the back. He’s already said that but JJ can hear the little slur in his words and knows he’s had a few too many, but Sarah is standing off to the side nursing the same glass of wine so he knows John B will be fine. “You must really love him.” 
JJ furrowed his brow in question, confused by the comment, but John B’s cheeks are pink from alcohol and he’s smiling all teeth and happiness. JJ doesn’t push, just smiles at his friend before he glances at Pope, chatting with one of his classmates. “Yeah, I do.” John B claps him on the back a few times before he stumbles off to find Sarah, eyes sparkling. 
JJ simply shakes his head at his friend, going off to restock the cooler. Kie is the next one to find him, girlfriend trailing behind looking a little lost. They only met her once before so JJ imagines she’s still a little unsure of their presence. She smiles politely at him though as Kie practically flings herself forward, holding him tight. JJ chuckles, patting her on the back as she pulls away. “I’m so proud of you,” she smiles. 
“I’m not the one who graduated,” JJ brushes off, but his heart is swelling with happiness because she looks so proud of him. 
“But look at this life that you’ve made.” The words have him tearing up a bit because he doesn’t know how he got so lucky. He was never supposed to leave the island, never get away from the confines of his father and his legacy. This was never supposed to be his life, in a home with a boyfriend who he loved and he loved him fully in return, who made sure he never felt sad or got in his head too much. This house they made their home is everything he could have ever wanted. He didn’t need anything else. 
He doesn’t say anything as he pulls Kie into another hug, enjoying her light laugh as she presses a kiss to his cheek. She graces him with one last bright smile before she is off, pulling her girlfriend along excitedly behind her. 
The party is pretty quiet after that as people start to trickle out one by one. It’s eventually only the Pogues and Pope’s parents. Mr. and Mrs. Heyward call it a night when Mrs. Heyward starts to drift to sleep on the couch, head leaning against her husband’s shoulder. 
“Thanks, JJ,” Mrs. Heyward smiles, warm and sleepy. She pulls him into a hug, rubs his back in this soothing way before she pulls back. She places a hand on each cheek, catching his eyes. “I’m so thankful for you and everything you’ve done for me son.” 
Was it their goal to make JJ cry? Was there a bet on how long he could last without crying because he wants to as Mr. Heyward pulls him in, claps him on the back a few times and says just for him, “Thanks for having us, son.” And JJ brushes a stray tear from his cheek as he pulls away, clearing his throat as he brushes it off as nothing. They turn to Pope next, telling him how proud they are and that they’ll see him tomorrow before they head out. 
“We’re heading out too. I know you guys probably want to fuck,” John B announces just as the door closes and JJ just gives him a look and Pope laughs good heartedly. 
“You’re an ass,” JJ settles on, giving him a shove before he pulls him in. The pair go down the row of their friends before it is suddenly just them standing in the living room alone. 
JJ is suddenly very, very tired. 
“Thank you for this,” Pope says, pressing a kiss to his temple. JJ leans into the touch, Pope laughing lightly when he ends up simply leaning his full weight on the other. “Let's get you to bed. We can clean in the morning.” JJ nods, allowing Pope to lead him into their room. 
Pope is ready first, stretching out in bed, but JJ moves slower in his sleepy state, collapsing in the bed when he finally pulls on a pair of pajama pants. 
JJ shifts, finding his face pressed against Pope’s bare stomach, shirt having ridden up when he lied down. JJ presses a kiss to the exposed skin before he crawls up the bed, collapsing on Pope as he curls up against his chest, face presses into Pope’s neck. 
“Really JJ, thank you for tonight,” Pope repeats, fingers moving to brush blond locks out of JJ’s eyes. JJ simply hums at the words pressing a kiss to Pope’s collarbone. “I love you.”
JJ would return the words, but sleep has already called him as Pope’s fingers brush through his hair, putting him to sleep instantly. 
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Azula Week 2020: Day 6 - A Measure Of Strength
Prompt: Training Pair: Azutara Song: Disturbed - The Light
Summary: Azula loses an arm and Katara helps her through the recovery process.
It happens in a flash of red. At first she isn’t sure of what has just happened, it doesn’t quite register and when it does, it almost as feels as though it hasn’t happened to her, but to someone else entirely. But then the pain settles in. It radiates from her where her left arm should be and spreads out to encompass her entire being. “Zuzu?” She utters softly.
His face is twisted in shock and horror and perhaps rage.
“You missed her, dumbass!” Declares a voice from a distance.
Neither she nor Zuko react. She is in capable, already feeling plenty dizzy and weak. And he, taken too aback to manage.
“Nah, ya ass, I go’d her.”
“Not in the right spot.” Declares the first voice. She hears the snap of a bow string and the whistle as something just misses Zuko’s ear and another spot of agony blossoms in her middle. Tears slip down her cheeks as she stares at her brother. Her remaining hand more or less absently goes to cover the spot that the arrow juts through. She feels blood gush between her fingers. Her hand is slick with it. “Zuzu, I…” She falters. Her mind is going. There is so much blood, it is emptying from her body faster than she can comprehend.
“You ain’t get ‘er neither.” Remarks the second assassin. She thinks that the only thing worse than a hate driven aggressor is a hate driven aggressor who lacks a brain.
He finally acts, in one sweep he catches her weak body and shoots a good burst of fire. She wishes that he would have paid more attention to her when she’d tried to teach him to bend lightning. He takes the first man, the smarter of the two, down regardless. At least he has paid attention to her lesson to take the hardest opponent down first.
She isn’t sure how the rest of the battle goes because her head gives one final dizzying tilt and her body goes limp.
.oOo.
She is numb when she wakes, her senses dulled and mercifully muted. Briefly she thinks that she shouldn’t be alive. She feels along her belly until her fingers find the bandages. The spot radiates a sort of warmth can only a terrible wound can. But that burning sensation is much worse at her shoulder. She knows what she isn’t going to find when she brings her hand to it. Her lower lip trembles.
“You’re finally awake!” Zuko exclaims, eyes wide with relief. “The doctors were telling me that they weren’t sure if you would. But you’re awake. I told them that you would be, you always were lucky.”
Azula swallows, “lucky!?” She snaps, the shrill, franticness in her tone saves her from sounding argumentative. She just sounds...scared? Terrified. The hand she holds to the remaining stump of her arm shakes.
Zuko gently pulls her hand back. “You shouldn’t touch it, it’s still fresh.”
Fresh enough for it to hurt like hell, but not enough for the bandages to be bloodied.
“I…” She sputters, “how am I supposed to bend like this?”
“You’re not!” He says too quickly. “You’re supposed to rest now and when you’re healed you can figure out how to work around this. You always do…”
“I need two arms to bend lightning…” she says softly.
“You need to lay back down and rest.” Zuko replies. “Katara is going to be here to heal you…”
She approaches as he mentions her. “She’s awake?”
“Just woke up.” Zuko answers. And then to Azula he says, “I’m going to bring you something to eat.” Azula isn’t hungry but she lets him leave.
“Hold still, okay.” Katara instructs.
Azula doesn’t plan on going anywhere. Katara lifts Azula’s shirt and tenderly peels the bandages away. The water is cool against Azula’s tummy as it alleviates some of the pain. The waterbender holds her hand there for a few moments more before pulling the water away and replacing the bandages. Azula tugs her own shirt down.
“It’ll be easier if you take it off. Don’t worry, they gave you a sleeveless undershirt.”
Azula sits up and lifts the shirt over her head, but it catches, awkwardly tangling her within her own clothing. Katara pulls it the rest of the way over her head. The princess’ stomach and mood plummet. She can’t even take her own shirt off without help. And suddenly she begins to hate herself. What good is she if she is going to need help to do the most basic things? She balls her fists into the blankets.
Katara creates a sleeve of water on her shoulder, as far as she can tell anyhow. She averts her eyes, not yet willing to see the damage yet. She gnaws on her own cheek, she knows that she shouldn’t wait. It’ll be better to get it over with so that she can get used to it sooner. Azula takes a deep breath and shifts her gaze to her missing arm. Her lip quivers again and tears burn in her eyes. She should have waited for the waterbender to leave.
Said waterbender puts the water away. She seems to hesitate before wiping the tears from Azula’s eyes. But it is a pointless effort as more come to take their place. More and  more until her whole body is wracked with sobs.
Katara takes her in her arms and rubs soothing circles over her back. “Careful, you’re going to hurt…”
Azula is well aware, her stomach is already aching again. She lets Katara  lay her back and bring the water to her belly again, driving away the dull pain that she’d coaxed back.
“It’s going to be fine, Azula. You’re going to be fine.”
It must be in  the waterbender’s nature to be a nurturer because they certainly weren’t on particularly good terms before the assassination attempt. No one was on good terms with her. No one but Zuko, and their relationship had still been so delicate.
“I don’t feel fine.” She mutters. She is very certain that she won’t be. She knows for certain that things will never be the same and that her new normal is going to be much worse than what she’d had before.
“Maybe you don’t right now, but you will.” She presses. “Zuko tells me that things usually work out for you.”
This only dims her mood further. “They don’t. They haven’t, not since the Agni Kai.” She thinks that she had lost her luck alongside her mind, dignity, and aspirations that day.
“Well then you’re due for some good luck soon.” Katara tries.
The waterbender visits again the next day and the day after that. It is now part of her routine, sometimes Zuko or Sokka come with her, most of the time she is alone. Azula yearns to leave her bedrest, but both the doctors and Katara advise against it.
Katara is caring with her, more than anyone has ever been and it makes Azula feel embarrassingly weepy and emotional all over again. She thinks that this might be the first time anyone has invested so much time into her well being. Maybe that is why it was so easy for Azula to grow attached.
.oOo.
She is allowed to leave the hospital bed a few days later, but activity is restricted. Azula itches to get back to training, itching to find a work around to her handicap. Though each of her choice training rooms are guarded; she can throw around all of the titles she wants, they override her for her own wellbeing.
Each rejection has her increasingly more frustrated. Her frustration carries her onto the bench in the palace garden. She sits, uncharacteristically hunched, her arm hanging limp in front of her, lips pursed in a full pout.
“I take it, they wouldn’t let you into your training room again?” Katara finds a seat next to her. Azula crosses her remaining arm over her chest, her frown deepens. “I can’t even convey the extent of my dissatisfaction correctly.”
Katara laughs, “trust me, you’re conveying it just fine.”
Azula almost cracks a smile, but her mood is too dim.
“Here…” Katara mutters. She pushes Azula’s sleeve up and the princess feels a familiar controlled current. Her wound is rather decently healed, but it still feels kind of have the soothing of a good healing session. She feels some of the tension leave her. “Feel better?”
“Somewhat.” Azula replies. “I’d feel better knowing that I’m not useless…”
“Then you can start feeling better now.” Katara assures. She gives Azula’s hand a small squeeze.
“I mean that I’d feel better knowing that I can still bend like I used to.” Her stomach sinks further, she knows that she won’t be able to, not exactly.
Katara cautiously takes the firebender into  a hug and pats her back.
“You don’t have to treat me like I’m fragile.” Azula mutters. She is dreadfully tired of people treating her as though she will break at the slightest touch.
“We just don’t want to hurt you.”
She doesn’t know how to tell her that it hurts infinitely worse to feel so vulnerable. To be treated like she is weaker. “You won’t.” She states simply.
.oOo.
Azula is starting to grow accustomed to being short an arm. Reflexes to use the arm she no longer has are becoming frequent; she forgets that she has lost it less. Climbing is no easy feat, and it won’t be until she strengthens her core and her right arm enough to compensate.
With a tired huff, she lets go of the rungs of the ladder and pushes herself up with her feet, gripping the next rung up before she can drop to the floor. Weeks back, Zuko had the ladder made specifically to cater to her training needs. Its entire purpose is to train her to scale buildings and cliffsides again.
If nothing else, she has a rather impressive grip. She reaches the top of the ladder and lets herself drop.
“You finally made it to the top.” Katara notes with a smile.
“It took much longer than it should have.” Azula scowls.
Katara rolls her eyes and ruffles the firebender’s hair. “You’re always so grumpy. I got something for you.” She fishes around in her bag and pulls out a sleeveless shirt.
“You know that I don’t wear sleeveless in public anymore…”
“I know that you’ve never let insecurities stop you from doing anything before.” Katara shoves the shirt into her arm. “Why shouldn’t you wear a sleeveless shirt?”
“Because nobody wants to see this.” Azula motions to the stump.
“I don’t mind seeing it.” Katara shrugs. “Toph likes it too.”
“Because she is spared the grotesque details.”
“Because she finally has someone else sort of like her. Someone who is still...badass despite a handicap.”
“If I wear the sleeveless shirt tonight, will you promise to never timidly say ‘badass’ again?”
“I guess, that that’s a fair deal.” Katara agrees, though Azula thinks that she has offered herself the short end of the deal. “Have you started working with lightning again?”
Azula swallows and nods, this time she is the meek one. “I need two arms.”
Katara frowns and purses her lips. “Or… you need to redirect the flow. Redirecting lightning borrows waterbending techniques....”
“That also require two arms…”
“That’s the thing about water, when it’s path is blocked it usually just changes it’s flow.”
“Or it gets blocked and has nowhere to go.”
“And then it bursts through with more power than before.” She points out. “Even if it takes a while.” She pauses. “Have you tried bending lightning using a waterbending technique?”
Azula nods, “believe it or not, I’ve tried earth too.”
“I’ve heard of benders who could bend with their minds. If anyone could learn to do that, it’s you. You’ve already trained your mind so well in other areas.” Katara holds her hand at Azula’s temple. “Why not try to direct your flow of lightning using your mind?”
“I suppose that I can give it a try.”
Azula stands up, for now she will focus on her firebending. At least that is going decently enough.
“You’re going to look beautiful tonight.” She pecks Azula on the cheek. A cheek that is now faintly pink. She still has to get used to receiving so much affection. Somehow she thinks that that will be harder than getting used to having one arm.
“You are distracting me from my training.”
Katara rolls her eyes. “Your training is distracting you from me.” She flashes a mischievous smile. “Come on, let me train with you, don’t you think it’d be useful to have some combat training.”
Azula considers, “yes, quite.”  Though there is a part of her that hesitates. The last thing that her ego needs is for her to get her ass completely kicked.
“Remember when we were in the caverns of Lake Laogai and I had you trapped in those water tentacles?”
Azula’s face colors again.
“Maybe you can make a fire version of that and use that as an arm in battle.” She suggests, “I can show you how to do it.”
“You wrap the water around your arm.” Azula reminds flatly. “Right…” Katara trails off. “Well why don’t we just have a little dual like I first suggested?”
“Sure, just don’t completely destroy me.” Azula mutters.
Katara wraps her arms around the princess. “We’re not trying to see who the better bender is, we’re just trying to get you used to fighting again.” She reminds. “I think it’ll be much easier for you to figure out how to approach attacks if you experience them.” She pauses. “Actually, the whole point of this will be to try new methods. Only one of us is going to attack, the other sticks to defense. And then tomorrow, we’ll switch.”
“Right, yes.” Azula agrees. “I suppose that does make much more sense than starting with a dual.” She silently adds that it makes more sense to begin with defense as well. “And when you aren’t around I can work on trying to bend with my mind.”
“I was actually planning on sticking around for that. Combustion Man made all kinds of great faces while doing it.” Katara laughs. “Sort of like the one you’re making now.”
Azula, with nothing else to chuck save for fire, tosses the shirt at Katara who quickly sets it aside. “Alright, so I’ll come at you with a water whip.”
“With two.” Azula insists. “I can easily block one.”
Katara lets the water slide down her arms. “Two it is. Ready?”
“Don’t baby me either.” Azula requests. “If I get hit, I get hit. I should have blocked it.”
Katara’s expression softened. “I’m not going to hurt you on purpose. I know that you guys can be brutal here, but you don’t have to be. I won’t go easy on you, but I’m not going to throw you around either.”
“Just throw some water at me already.” Azula grumbles.
Without warning, Katara obeys. Azula is pleased that her reflexes remain, she ducks down and evaporates the stream with a steady flow of fire. Katara comes at her with the second water arm. Other reflexes are still intact, she goes to throw up her left arm to defend. In battle she would have taken a good slash to the face. She grits her teeth and fights to keep tears of frustration at bay. “Go again.” She requests through gritted teeth.
Katara looks on in concern, but ultimately decides that, for the sake of the princess’ ego, to oblige. She comes just as quickly, but Azula knows what is coming this time. For it, fending the faux attack off has no satisfaction. Not until she notices the third and fourth water arms. This time Azula springs up and cuts through the twin streams with a kick of fire. She has only enough time to land before the water begins to rise again.
She sends a good portion of her chi to the soles of her feet and heats the water beneath them until it turns into nothing but mist.  Mist that rises rather thickly. She realizes that she no has the element of surprise on her side. Briefly she thinks of taking the offensive role, but a sense of honor takes precedence. “I’d be able to attack you very easily right now.” She lets Katara know.
“She, we’ve only just begun and you’ve already found a new approach to combat.” She can hear the bragging, ‘I told you so’, but the excitement in her voice takes the edge off of it. “I figured that you would.”
Azula drops into a roll as Katara sends the next water tentacle in her direction. From the floor, she gives it another fiery kick. She thinks that the move is more reminiscent of Zuko’s bending style than her own. She blasts herself up right with her arm and propels herself forward and under the next water arm, with the agility that is all her own. The water arms pursue her until she reaches the west wall. She runs up it and somersaults over the streams, raining fire over them. They evaporate in another cloud of mist.   She lands next to Katara.
“I don’t think that I have to go easy on you.” The waterbender remarks. “It seems to me, like you’re just as good at this as before.”
“I still can’t…”
Katara rolls her eyes. “Lightningbend? You’re really fixated on that, aren’t you?”
“It’s what sets me apart, everyone can firebend, it takes true mastery to lightningbend.”
Katara quirks a brow. “Really, you think that it’s your lightning that sets you apart? Zuko is learning to lightningbend. If anything it’s--I don’t know--your blue fire that sets you apart.”
Azula holds a small flame in her palm and watches it flick and dance. Katara cups her hand under Azula’s. “You’re the only one who can do that.”
“I suppose.”
“But do you know what really made you such a strong combatant?”
“What?”
Katara taps the side of her head. “Your mind, Azula.” She pauses. “You’re really clever and you think fast. That’s what always made you so effective. You didn’t lose that Agni Kai because you were less powerful, you lost it because you weren’t all there.”
Azula lets the fire die down.
“You didn’t need your bending during the eclipse.” Katara continues. “Because you had a plan and you’re good at improvising when you don’t.” She squeezes Azula’s hand. “Maybe you’re right, maybe you won’t be able to bend like you used to for a while. But you don’t need to because you can think like you used to.”
Azula swallows, this time her eyes well with a different sort of emotion. She isn’t quite sure what it is, but it is moving enough for her to have to wipe her eye with the back of her hand. “I guess that I hadn’t considered…” She trails off.
“Well, now you know.” Katara sits herself down in Azula’s lap and Azula wraps her arm around the waterbender’s torso. “So you can give yourself a break.”
Azula stares at her palm as Katara nuzzles her head in the crook of her neck. “I’d still like to bend lightning again, though.”
“You will.” Katara assures. “Until then, you’ll just have to get creative when kicking ass.”
“We had a deal.” Azula nudges her lightly in the ribs.
“Put your new shirt on.” She pecks Azula’s nose. “And let's get ready for our dinner party.”
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Harmless Fun
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Patrick Hockstetter x Plus size!reader Bowers Gang  x Plus size!reader
Word Count: 1867 words
Warnings: none 
Summary: Richie had a crush on Eddie’s older sister, who just so happens to be dating Pat Hockstetter. The older boy is very territorial and decides to teach the younger man who you belong too. 
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Richie'd had a huge crush on Eddie's older sister. He had for as long as he could remember but as of late, it was much worse.
You had fallen in with the wrong crowd and were making a series of mistakes that only served to fuel his obsession...no matter how hard he tried to fight it.
You would have been so much better off with him.
In truth, no one really knew what your deal was with the so called 'Bowers gang'.
You were one of the smartest kids in Derry, sure to graduation as the valedictorian, and one of the nicest too.
The only thing about you that didn't make any sense at all was why you spent all your time with Henry Bowers and his thugs.
Among the four of them, Patrick was your favorite. Everyone knew that if you were going to make one of them your boyfriend...it would be that long-ass psychopath that filled your tummy with butterflies.
And while that didn't serve to ease the strain Richie was under, there was something else that upset him more.
It was that laugh.
Your laugh was beautiful and would have easily been his favorite sound in the entire world but that wasn't the issue. It was the source of your laughter that bothered him, and it was almost constant.
If your laughter was heard across the courtyard, it was sure to be because Vic had made some clever jab at Pat or Belch was performing the ABC's again at full volume.
Richie knew one thing, and one thing only-whatever it was that had you so enamored with them, it made him crazy.
He became completely obsessed with what it was about them that drew you in, mostly because he didn't get it.
You weren't too much older than they were, three years tops, but you'd never given him a second look. It didn't make any sense.
He was a total Casanova and had been leaving you little clues all this time. You were just choosing to be blind to his crush because you were blinded by Patrick's long dark hair and Henry's biceps.
On cue, your fit of giggles erupted through the air, snapping Richie's attention toward you and only you. It was as if you were the only thing he was capable of seeing, like all other things and people surrounding you just ceased to exist.
"I hate it" he barked to his friends, his eyes locked on you from across the school yard. Patrick Hockstetter, a certified Neanderthal, has his arm thrown over your shoulder lazily...so comfortably.
Richie would have killed to be in that position with you. All he wanted was a chance but at this point, if he went anywhere near you it would be his head.
You were basically untouchable.
If Patrick, or God forbid, Henry found out about Richie's little crush, that would be the end of the line for him. They'd bury him in a shallow grave and you'd never even know he existed.
"Why? She's just a girl" Stan shrugged, clearly getting fed up with the lunch time conversation, no matter what, it always drifted back to you and he couldn't have been more over it.
All that got him was a gasp from the other boy, who clearly thought that his opinion on the matter was blasphemous. How could Stanley of all people not see the beauty that was you? It didn't make any sense. You were perfect and Richie was just trying to make sure his friends understood the gravity of the situation.
How did a goon like Patrick Hockstetter get with a total babe like you? He'd done the math and it just didn't make any sense.
"What do you mean just a girl? Y/N is so much more than that" he started, beginning his rant as he did every day. They all knew how he felt about you, but they weren't in the mood today.
Eddie more-so than anyone.
He'd heard it all before. He knew that his friends thought that you were pretty, but none of them were as brazen about it as Richie had always been. It was very clear that he'd had some less than PG thoughts regarding you and it was hard for him to be comfortable about it.
It was weird and made his skin itch.
However, nothing was going to happen between you two, Eddie was sure of that. You were much older than them, but even if you had been interested, Richie wasn't your type.
You had always liked greasy guys, as evidence by your last few boyfriends and at best, Richie was a geek. It wasn't going to happen, but that didn't stop the younger boy from dreaming.
He was in love with you, or at least...the idea of you and that was enough for him.
Until Pat noticed...
It wasn't too hard for him to connect the dots. He might not have been the smartest guy in the world but the one thing he knew for sure was how an interested man acted around a beautiful woman.
It was a craft that he'd perfected over years of watching Henry get rejected, and there was no mistaking it.
That was what made him so angry about the dreamy look on Richie's face whenever the two of you passed. He was in a difficult position because he was jealous, not because he thought that he had any competition, but because you belonged to him.
It was as simple as that.
You were Patrick's girlfriend, and no one was allowed to look at you like that, no matter who they were.
But that being said, someone was going to have to teach the kid a lesson.
"Hey pipsqueak" he growled, resting his long arm over the younger boys open locker. Richie instantly tensed, but was careful not to make it too obvious. Patrick thrived off of that kind of thing, and he wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.
The older man obviously wanted something, so he it was better to just get it out of the way so that he could go home. Patrick was never going to just go away on his own.
"What?" he groaned, expecting some stupid insult or a demand to take his belongings, either way, there was no point to all this talking.
The way Richie was acting was meant to speed up the whole process but all it served to do was make Patrick angry. He was already here to deal with something touchy about this kid, now he was going to have an attitude.
That wasn't going to go over well.
"I saw you making eyes at my girl, and if you wanna keep 'em four-eyes, I would suggest you stop" he spit, slamming the locker door closed, just narrowly missing the boy's fingers.
Fuck...he was dead.
"Listen Patrick, I didn't mean anything by it" he stammered, doing his best to just deny everything in hopes that he wouldn't kill him. He knew how territorial the older boy could be and he should have known that he would notice at some point.
The whole thing was a huge misunderstanding, or so he had decided to make Patrick believe.
He knew that he was most likely going to have to take a beating no matter what but maybe he could lie his way out of a black eye. "I j-just like her t-shirt, the Ramones are pretty good" he lied, holding his hands up in surrender.
That earned a laugh from the older boy, who found a lot of amusement out of the begging of nerds. It was hilarious, that all it took was a single words from him and Tozier was about to piss his pants.
How was he not supposed to laugh at that?
"Whatever loser" he grinned, pinning him to the locker harshly with his fist in the collar of his shirt. Richie knew that he looked pathetic at the moment, eyes wide but he didn't care.
Anyone that wasn't scared of Patrick Hockstetter was hardly human.
"PATRICK!"
Speaking of hardly human...it was you.
You had turned the corner into the hallway just in time to see your darling boyfriend terrorizing another freshman. Upon closer inspection, you realized that the freshman in question was your brother's friend Richie, and that just wasn't going to stand.
"What are you doing? Put him down" you ordered, stomping over to him, using your authoritative girlfriend voice. Usually, you would just let Patrick have his fun but he knew that your brother's friends were off limits.
That was all you asked of him, so he better have a damn good reason to be acting like an idiot instead of walking you to class.
"Come on baby, it was just harmless fun" he whined, winking at Richie before dropping him to the ground. He wanted the younger boy to know just how wrapped around his finger you were, whether you realized it or not.
He smiled when he turned back to you, wrapping an arm around your hip to pull you into his body.
Your curves fit perfectly against his own body and he made sure to make a bit of a production as he kissed you, dragging it out to torture the boy he'd left on the floor.
He was going to make sure that at the very least, he knew who you belonged to.
"Harmless fun?" you repeated, not believing him for a second. You knew he was trying to distract you with a kiss like that, but you weren't going to move on that quickly.
He was still in the dog house over that whole display.
"Keep it up and I'll make you apologize" you warned, only half joking as you turned away from him to help Richie from the floor.
As you bent over to give the boy a hand, Patrick took the opportunity to crack you across the ass with his hand but you ignored him. He was just playing a game with you, and you weren't going to let him get the best of you.
It was still lost on you completely that this whole display wasn't about you at all. Patrick was just marking his territory in front of the loser, making it clear that you were never going to be his.
"I'm sorry about him Richie, are you okay?" you asked, moving his hair from his face lightly as you scanned him for any sign of injury. As soon as you were satisfied with what you'd found, you let him be.
All he could do was nod, keeping his eyes on the ground.
He could feel Patrick's burning eyes on his body from behind you and the last thing he wanted to do was further anger the hulking troglodyte. He was just going to have to be more careful about admiring you from now on.
You weren't always going to be there to keep him from getting beat up, and maybe he wouldn't be so lucky next time.
At the very least, he knew that you care about him a little bit and for now, that was more than enough to keep his crush alive.
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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 years
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Sparks Fly (10/?)
A/N: Thor is a bad liar. He’s also very comfortable with his body and the way it fits against yours. Celebratory smut. So much fluff. Thor is happy, incandescently happy. A giant domestic puppy.
Your craftsmen build the bridge, and it suddenly becomes much more comfortable to commute between Kingdoms. Your people get closer, trading goods and services quickly. Everything is harmonious, for the most part. They Sidhe have a little trouble actually accepting Thor as King. Thor is unbothered by it. Your people listen to you, and none of the Sidhe are openly antagonistic about it, they just view Thor as unnecessary. It’s really only a problem in Council meetings.
Madoc has sent his first “Treaty” demanding tribute and unfettered access to the plains near the Lake of Masques. Advisors on both sides are arguing. The Asgardians for War and the Sidhe for Appeasement. Thor is relaxed in his chair, hands folded over his stomach, commenting little. You are watching getting steadily more and more furious. This is a nightmare. Both plans are equally stupid. “Enough,” you finally say quietly. When the arguing keeps going as if no one had heard you Thor starts to stand but suddenly, in a rare show of temper, you bangs your staff on the floor once. It cracks like a gunshot and everyone whips around to look at you, “I said enough,” you say, your voice never raising. Thor settles back in his seat with a smirk.
“My Lady,” A fey man with an important opinion of himself starts. You whip your head towards him, “No, whatever it is, no. It is my turn to speak and yours to listen.” The man is visibly sulking, and you sigh, “We cannot go to War with Madoc. I will not go to war with Madoc if I can avoid it. There is no need for it.” The Asgardians protest and Thor gives them a look, you are not done. “We also cannot just appease him. He’s like a petulant child, some will never be enough, not until we are consumed and overrun.” The sulking man stands, tipping his chair over where it crashes to the floor, startling you. “Your Majesty, your dear mother’s policy was always,” he starts, and Thor can feel the temper rising in you. The tension, the flush across your collar bones. “Yes,” you snap, “Talona’s policy was to appease him. Always. To avoid open war with her Brother. And look where that got us. She is dead as is any other living soul that could have been crowned in my place.” You Gesture for a guard to remove the fallen chair, forcing the man to stand. 
Thor preens on the inside, you’re a marvelous Queen. And you are his. He’s distracted by the bare flesh of your tummy and his subsequent thoughts about bedtime. It had been a week since he’d been able to bed you and it was getting effortless to distract him. He snaps back when you start to speak again, “We will propose to him a counter treaty reminding him that we are not beholden to him. We owe him no tribute but to foster kinship we will give him grain. And gold. So far as access to the lake of Masques, he may use them per the laws, with passenger and cargo manifests. I will not allow him to start a war with anyone else either.” The Asgardians look mutinous, and you smile slightly, “If Madoc breaks this treaty and behaves aggressively towards the Forests of Sighs, the council will convene to decide on a new course of action.” You take a sip from your goblet and sigh, “I will not, no matter his crimes, be seen to BEGIN a war with Madoc. However, if it comes down to it, I will respond in kind. I will not have any of my people endangered on a fool’s errand.” Thor nods and laces his fingers with yours, “There is wisdom in this plan,” he said. “We know,” you start, “That Madoc WILL break this treaty. We simply do not know when. So for now, we prepare.” Thor took over then, he could lead an Army. He could train soldiers. This, he knew very well. You make suggestions about potential magical defenses and set Fey advisors to gathering materials. Thor sets his Asgardians to preparing soldiers.
Everyone disperses, and Thor stands, offering you his arm. He’d like to sweep you up into his arms, but he recognizes a mood when he sees one. You take his arm and look up at him. You’re looking at him, but in your mind, you’re already planning. He smiles a little and leans down to kiss you. A soft kiss, a reminder that you are not alone. You lean into him, and he gets less chaste, one hand sliding down to cup your backside. When you do not pull away or protest he nips your lip, “I think, my love, that it’s time for a nap,” he teases. “I am exhausted after this morning, and I know only one remedy.” He leans down to murmur in your ear exactly what that remedy is making you blush. “Is that so, your majesty?” you tease back. You only call him that when he's filthy. In a way, it is the only time it fits him, at least when you say it. “I am afraid so, my queen,” he says, trying to sound severe but his lips are twitching. “Well, I shall have lunch sent up for us. I can see I’m in for a very long afternoon.”  You brush hair out of his eyes, and he kisses your palm. “That is a wonderful idea,” he said, and then lower only for your hearing, “You’re going to need your strength.” You giggle, and he kisses you again before letting you go to make arrangments. He loved flirting with you, courting you. Those quiet moments between you, your feet in his lap as he played a videogame and you read a book. He leaned against the door frame and watched you go. He was going to give you precisely the remedy he described and then some, he decided as he watched the wiggle of your hips. It was snowing in new Asgard, cold out, but your tummy was still bare, and you always wore light fabrics. Thor knew now it was part of your magic, that you just were warm. He watched until you disappeared to the kitchen and turned to see Loki, and he sighed, “What is it, brother?” The King was impatient to have you in his bed, and he had no more energy to devote to politicking. 
Loki smirked, “Frustrated today are we?” he asked. Thor gave him a look but Loki was unperturbed, “I only ask that you tell your queen I am thankful for her level head,” he said, “You would have had us embroiled in a war tomorrow.” Thor nodded, “Of that, I have no doubt,” he said, “But I do not think she needs the added stress of open war. Especially not right this moment.” Loki raises an eyebrow, but Thor said nothing, turning to head towards the bedroom you shared. When he arrives, you’re dismissing the maids laying out lunch. Thor moves aside to let them pass and just watches you for a moment. He steps into the room and closes the door before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and feathering ticklish caresses over your bare tummy as he kisses your neck, “Your majesty,” you giggle, half turning in his arms to look up at him. He grins and kisses your nose. 
“You look especially lovely today,” he says, voice warm. You blush, “You say that every day.” Thor toys with the ties holding your skirt in place on your hips, “I mean it every day,” You smile a little in spite of yourself and turn all the way around to face him. Your hands seek the hem of his shirt, and you pull it off with his help. There’s too much fabric between you and you dislike it. Thor chuckles and lets you disrobe him. He has no anxiety about his body, you’re too loving, too eager to touch him for him to be bothered. He’s spent many nights with you and never once have you not at some point cuddled his soft middle. He doesn’t even think about it when you pat his rumbling stomach fondly, “Perhaps I should let us eat lunch first,” Thor laughs, “It’s true, I’d hate to be distracted from such beauty by an unruly stomach.” 
Thor wraps you in your silk robe and pulls you to the table, pulling out your chair and settling you comfortably. It’s not until he starts making your plate that you suspect something might be amiss. He’s putting your favorites on your plate, and you can see him mentally fretting about it. “What’s wrong, my king?” you coax softly. Thor kisses you gently and smiles, “Nothing is wrong, my love. I just don’t like the stress you’ve been under this week.” You stop his hands and look up at him, “Thor,” you say gently, “I may not be able to lie, but I know a bad liar when I see one.” Thor takes your hands and kisses them, kneeling beside your chair and resting his forehead on your thigh for a moment. You pet his hair, waiting patiently. The giant man struggles for the words to say. He hadn’t wanted to say anything at all, but now that you’ve caught him out, he knows he has to.
“Y/N, my love.” he says, looking up and cradling his cheek in your hand, “You’re with child,” You smile at him tenderly and kiss his hand, “So that’s what all the fuss is about,” you tease. Thor grinned and brushed a ticklish kiss against your flat tummy, “I saw it the moment it happened but... I had hoped to wait to tell you. It’s only been a week after all, and a lot can happen in the early stages, and you’ve been working so hard, and there’s so much to do, and you keep not getting enough sleep, and you’ve lost weight and...” the god can’t seem to stop, all his bottled up worries for the last week spilling out at once and you let them come, smiling patiently. He can’t seem to stop touching your stomach now that the secret is out. One massive paw rests against it, his thumb smoothing slow circles into your skin. When he finally quiets you kiss him softly, “I love you, Thor.” you mutter. The god smiles, looking relieved, “I love you too, Y/N.” He recovers himself and pushes in your chair gently, “Eat,” he fusses, “Please? You hardly ate any breakfast.” You took an obedient bite and satisfied. Thor takes his own seat and fixes his own plate. 
The god tucks into his own plate and keeps asking if you want more of anything. The worry wrinkle on his forehead when you politely say no is charming. He’s already devoted to a baby that is not really even a baby yet. He’ll be such a good father. You sip from your glass of juice and push your plate away. Thor’s idea of a portion and what you can actually eat are two very different things. He frowns but then, he figures you’re probably full after a moment. It was odd for him, watching you nibble on things in small spurts throughout the day but he did notice it was usually more than he initially thought. Especially when you were busy and slinging magic everywhere. 
When Thor stands up from the table, his own stomach full, he lifts you out of your chair tenderly and lays you on the bed, untying your silk wrap as you recline on the pillows. You can tell from the look in his eyes that your king wants his way and is not in a mood to tolerate any interruptions or back talk... not unless you want him to deny you orgasm until you feel like you might catch on fire. It’s a punishment you enjoy and occasionally provoke just to see him frustrated and desperate to hold back long enough for you to behave the way he wants. Once you got him to bemoan how spoiled he let you be, and it made you promise yourself to make him do it again. You loved the feeling of him taking care of you, of knowing that he might be telling you what to do, might occasionally spank, mark, or bruise you but it’s never meant to cause you real pain, only to heighten the feelings of pleasure he can give you. Thor’s eyes are hot and hungry as he looks down at your body. Just the knowledge that his child was growing in your belly seemed to spur him on, even though there were no physical signs. “Should I also move our evening schedule, your majesty?” Thor’s smile is fierce, and you know you’re in for a ravishing the likes of which would make a bard blush. “Yes,” he rumbled, “Possibly even tomorrow morning... This is a celebration after all.” He leans down and lavishes soft wet kisses over your belly. He doesn’t talk anymore after that, no words are essential for a while. He buries his face in your sex, greedily lapping up your juices until you’ve hit a climax, and then the rogue only grins at you, sucks a soft mark into your inner thigh and drives you on again. He seems intent on reducing you to a boneless pile of satiated lust and contentment. And you cannot seem to mind. The wight of his powers press down on you, and you can feel more than his desire. He’s elated that you’re with child. 
It spreads warmth through your belly, and when he fits himself inside you, eager to join his body to yours for the first time in a week, his kiss is tender. He looks at you like you’re a miracle. Like you’re the answer to some long forgotten prayer. “You’re going to get so big,” he teases as he fills you, making you moan softly. “You’ll enjoy that, your majesty.” Thor moves inside you and groans, “I’ll not be able to stop watching you... Those beautiful hips, that round belly. All of it for me. I can’t wait until you start showing, that way everyone can see your little one grows. That way everyone knows you’re mine.” He growls against your neck, picking up the pace, driving you towards orgasm and building his own. When you cry out, he isn’t far behind you, and for a long time as he lets you rest, kissing your lips and trying to count the freckles on your cheeks as he cuddles you through the aftershocks and brings you down, he holds himself on his elbows above you.
You sigh softly and kiss him again as you feel him go soft inside you. With your husband blanketed on top of you, you feel safe, secure. The way you always think when he’s around you. His belly against yours and the gentle pressure of him being on top of you are comfortable and robust. Real. Thor knows that, how you’re not sure but he stays that way for a few minutes to give you time to get your bearings as his powers recede. When he does reposition, it’s to lay you on your belly and apply himself to giving you a backrub, murmuring endearments against your skin and using your favorite scented oil. He’d called this “aftercare” once.
Whatever it was, it was lovely. You knew he was in a mood and he might do this for you once or twice more today. He was fastidious about it, every time. Whatever you asked for, no matter how uncertain you were. He’d even read to you once as you cuddled his belly after he’d been particularly rough with you after a hard mission kept him away from home for 2 weeks. You had actually had to tell him to stop that night. For a half a second, you thought he might not stop but the instant the word hand penetrated him he stopped. He wrapped you in blankets, coddling you and soothing anywhere he had hurt. He’d never pressured you to go again, never even tried to get you to give him his release. He’d simply taken care of you until he could lull you off to sleep.
The rest of the day and into the evening goes precisely as you predicted. Thor is overflowing with passion for you, and he seems to regard it as his personal duty to make sure that you receive every ounce of pleasure he knows how to give. When you tease him, he only shrugs and reminds you that if you’re on his cock, you’re likely not feeling any stress or unpleasantness. He kisses your belly often and only stops his relentless pursuit of your enjoyment when your tummy growls, and he calls for dinner. The poor man can’t seem to stop trying to get you to eat. He keeps coaxing you into another bite until you’re almost uncomfortably full. His grin turns sheepish, and he kisses your overfed stomach in apology, promising to try and stop doing that. It does not sound like a convincing promise to you, and you mock scowl at him, unable to be too irritated at him. He’s just so excited. He wants so badly to love this child and to love you the way he thinks you should be loved. The way his face lights up when you hand him a book and ask him, “Read to us a while” is so beautiful it breaks your heart. He settles you comfortably, all the soft blankets and pillows he can find making a sort of nest on the bed and letting you settle in cuddling his soft middle before opening the book. As his deep voice rumbles out the story, his words like gentle thunder lulling you to sleep, you promise yourself to give him this child and give him as many days where it’s just the three of you as you can. He deserves that. You’ve never seen him so blissfully happy, not like this. And you’d like to keep seeing it.
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kristallioness · 5 years
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Aching for attention
Summary: Katara doesn't feel well, so Aang decides to be her doctor for the evening.
Word count: 1,881
Author's note: I blame this post by @kataracy. How dare you write something fluffy like that and not expect me to turn it into a full fanfic? (You know this doctor-thing is my weak spot.) This was also a perfect excuse for me to reach the 90,000+ word count total this year. Goal achieved! Also, I imagined them in the same clothes they wear in the "Old Friends" poster. Happy 1st advent, everybody (it's snowing here and I'm in a holiday mood tonight)!
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The clock on Avatar Aang Memorial Island struck seven in the evening. The stars above Republic City had been shining for almost an hour since nighttime arrived. A peaceful stillness reigned over Air Temple Island, as well as in the living room inside the temple.
Aang licked his fingertips and turned the page of today's copy of the Republic News. He slouched against the soft cushion of the couch and released a content sigh. There wasn't anything scandalous written in any of the articles about him for once. Considering how much damage he and Toph's metalbenders had caused to two shops yesterday..
He dropped the paper and turned his gaze towards the doorway when he heard someone padding closer. Katara appeared from the hallway and supported herself against the wall, a hand running circles above her stomach. She looked at him with a sad pout on her lips, her brows furrowed with worry.
"Aang, we have to go to the hospital."
"What? Okay!"
Aang panicked, airbending himself up and hurrying to her side.
"What's wrong, sweetie?"
"My stomach kinda aches."
He quirked an eyebrow and stared at her stomach together with her. For someone who wanted to be taken to her hospital, she seemed rather calm and, not in terrible pain actually.
"Kinda?"
"Kinda."
He caught that mischievous glimmer in her diamond blue eyes and the way the corners of her mouth rose when he laid his hand on her own and they rubbed her belly together.
"You poor thing."
Aang slid up next to her, putting his arms around her shoulders and back like a sickly patient as he guided her to their bedroom.
"Right this way, doctor Aang will make it all better."
She giggled, a shiver running down her spine whenever he called himself by her profession. His title would've been 'healer Aang' if he actually had healing abilities like her.
"Maybe I should start with taking your temperature? You're shaking a little."
"Umm, you may wanna listen to my breathing, too."
"Is there a reason for concern?"
Katara covered her mouth and let out a pathetic cough, which she wouldn't have bought herself. She gave him a similarly goofy grin when he understood her hint.
"In that case, I need to pay a visit to the healing hut to fetch some of my instruments."
They walked up the last steps of the stairs leading to the second floor. Aang made sure that she'd make it to their bedroom safe and sound before leaving her alone.
"Make yourself comfortable, okay, sweetie? The doctor will be right with you."
He combed his fingers through her hair to stroke her head, turning around to head back downstairs. He stopped for a moment to glance over his shoulder, seeing her crouch a little while she pulled off her boots.
Katara attempted to ignore her slight tummy ache so she could enjoy the pampering. She lay down on their bed, fluffing the pillow behind her back to make herself cosy like her husband had suggested.
Running circles above her stomach wasn't helping much. She bended her knees and turned on her side, curling up like a baby to ease the pain. It might've been mild, but it still bothered her a little.
She didn't turn around when she heard the airbender return. He took a seat on the edge of their bed and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Katara, are you okay?"
"Yeah, it just feels a little better when I bend my knees."
Aang chuckled, letting his fingers caress her cheek.
"Okay. Can you sit up and undress? Doctor Aang is ready to see you now."
She slowly got up like he requested, noting that he'd indeed brought some of her stuff to give her a checkup. She began unbuckling her belt so she could pull off her coat and unclip the navy tunic below.
"Do you need some help with that, patient Katara?" he wondered, grabbing the white fur on the edge of her coat to help her pull it over her head. She poofed her hair a little bit afterwards, making herself more presentable.
"No, thanks, doctor Aang. I can manage."
She stood up to remove the rest of her clothes in front of him.
Aang liked watching her reveal her bare skin a bit more. The way she slid the tunic off her arms and let it fall down her back. How swiftly she spun around to throw it on top of her coat, a white sarashi being the only strip of cloth covering her chest. Having pulled off her pants, but leaving the undergarments on, she folded them up neatly and dropped the pair beside her other clothes.
She sat next to him and crossed her legs, waiting for further instructions.
"So, uh.. what do you usually do when someone has a stomach ache?"
"Well, first I'd ask the patient to lie down so I can touch their stomach."
"Alright, can you lie down for me?"
Aang gave her some room for manoeuvring. Katara climbed onto the bed and lay down, but bended her knees back up. She patted her side to beckon him to perch on the edge of the bed.
"Tell me if you feel any pain, okay?"
He tenderly placed his hands on her belly and pressed on various spots. Luckily she didn't flinch.
"Am I doing it right?"
"You're doing great, but try to move your hands in small circles, like this."
She laid her hands above his own, teaching him how to palpate around her stomach by softly rubbing circles in a clockwise direction. The gentle massage actually reduced the pain. She smiled at her doctor.
"Much better."
"Thanks! So, it doesn't hurt anywhere?"
"No."
"Okay. What's next?"
"Well, since you brought my stethoscope-"
Katara grabbed the shiny chestpiece from Aang's lap and dropped it into his palm.
"-I'd suggest listening to your patient's stomach."
"And what exactly am I listening to?" he asked, placing the earpieces into his ears. She took a hold of his hand once more and laid it near her belly button, speaking in a whisper.
"You should hear low rumbling sounds. You know, like when your stomach growls?"
Aang let her move his hand around for a minute before he lifted the diaphragm off her stomach.
"Did you hear anything?"
"Yeah, I did. I don't think there's anything wrong on the inside."
He planted a kiss below her belly button, making her giggle in delight. Then he shifted further away and grabbed her legs to lift them over his lap.
"What are you doing?" Katara asked as he grabbed both her arms to help her sit up. She put an arm on his back, resting her hand on his shoulder so she could snuggle up to him.
"This doctor likes to be thorough with his patients."
She giggled and let him place the edge of their blanket over her shoulders so she wouldn't feel cold.
"Just to be sure there's nothing else wrong with you. And that it isn't stomach flu."
Aang tapped her left arm, waiting for her to raise it a little so he could slip a thermometer under there.
"I remember you complained of a bad cough earlier."
Katara gave him another fake cough while he put the stethoscope back in his ears.
"That's right, doctor."
"Well, I'd better listen to your breathing then."
She watched how he pressed the diaphragm on her chest and began taking deep breaths for him. He moved the chestpiece from left to right, comparing the way the air passed through her lungs.
Katara rested her forehead against his temple, keeping an eye on his hand dancing across her ribcage below the sarashi. She sat up straight so he could listen from that spot a little better. She coughed twice for her doctor when he asked her to do so.
"Your breathing sounds good."
She hummed and nuzzled her nose against his own, making him laugh. Aang's fingers blindly ran along the edge of her sarashi until he thought that he found the middle of her chest. He lifted the cloth and tucked the tip of the stethoscope underneath.
"What are you doing now?" Katara murmured.
"I'm listening to your heartbeat."
She sat in silence for a minute, bumping her feet together to give him some time.
"Doctor Aang?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you only gonna listen from the E-point?"
Aang gave her a puzzled look.
"The E-point?"
"'E' as in 'equally strong beats'. There's four more areas that doctors listen from and they all sound a bit different. Here, let me show you."
She grabbed his hand in her own, mindful of the thermometer under her arm while she guided him, first laying it right below the collarbone on her right side.
"The aorta is the biggest artery and blood vessel in the human body. You can hear it pump the blood into the body from here. That's why this is called the A-point."
Katara slid the chestpiece to the left, explaining what those five areas meant according to the letters and how he could memorize them easily while she moved his hand over her chest. It got a little trickier when she wanted to slip both their hands under her sarashi to let him listen to the final two areas.
Aang enjoyed it very much since her heart rate spiked when his fingertips brushed against her left breast. She tried to hide it, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her arousal.
"Can you hear the differences?"
"Not really.. maybe a little? I'm sure your ears can distinguish them a lot better than mine."
Aang withdrew his hand from below her breast and adjusted her sarashi before he hung the stethoscope around his neck. He cupped her chin and looked her in the eye.
"But I do know what a tongue should look like. Open wide."
Katara opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, allowing her doctor to have a look at her throat. Aang leaned forward to give her a slobbery kiss when he felt sure that everything seemed normal. He pulled away and grazed her cheeks, gently pulling her lower eyelid down a bit to check both her eyes as well. He finished by removing the thermometer from under her arm to check the measurement.
"No fever, I guess it's not stomach flu either."
"What's the diagnosis? And treatment you recommend?"
"Probably something you ate that upset your stomach. I recommend drinking some herbal tea and lots of bed rest with your caring husband."
"Sounds good, sweetie. Thanks."
Katara gave him another kiss on the lips, after which she cupped his cheek, rubbing it with her thumb.
"Can you massage my stomach a bit more? Like you did earlier? That actually helped a little."
"Sure!"
He complied, running circles above her tummy while she rested her head against his own, her eyes closed and a content smile on her lips.
"You sure it's nothing serious?"
"Yes, it's only a mild ache. And it practically subsided while you were examining me."
Aang felt relieved that him playing doctor with her took her mind off it.
"Is there something else I can do to ease your tummy ache?"
"Some chamomile tea would be nice."
"Consider it done."
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gallivantingheart · 6 years
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Lyrical Hearts (Part 10 || FINAL)
Synopsis: Post-What Can I Do/I Loved You/When You Love Someone Saga. Young K - Brian - Younghyun - whatever you wanted to call him - was known for being unknown. At least until you caught him and his band practicing late one afternoon. This is the narrative of your soft, tentative beginnings with the gruff bassist.
Pairing: Young K/Brian/Younghyun x fem!Reader
Genre: Romance. General? Acquaintance-to Friends-to Lovers?
Word Count: 2652 (geez me)
Listening Recommendations: A Day Before Us OST (It’s soooo good and soft and fluffy btw pls pls watch)
A/N: THIS IS IT. DONE. FIN. END. Thank you all for supporting and reading this series and sticking it out. I hope you like it!!!! ((also, I apologise if the ending feels a bit funny, I’m utterly horrible at endings))
Back to The Beginning || Part 9
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Monday comes to you like the breeze that's become constant. Snapping out your skirt, you inspect yourself in the reflection of a dim shop window. You wonder if your realisation is too obvious. Sure, you still forgot your bus pass and all your homework is finished, but you've taken a little longer on your hair and had the audacity to swipe on some quiet lip tint you and your mum thought pretty last you went shopping. You frown and huff at yourself, yanking your hands away from fluffing at your hair. It's like those birds of paradise that preen themselves for their potential partner. This is so silly.
As the day goes on, you try and build courage to say something. It's easy, you tell yourself while you frown over the essay you just got back. Just go over, ask for a moment of Young K's time - like he does - and say it.
"Say it!" You hiss aloud.
"Say what?"
You cry out, pen flying from your hand. The little star charm hanging on the end jingles softly. Snapping your gaze up you find Donghae, shadowing you with a smile. His hair is a little damp from the water fight you heard down by the taps.
"Geez Donghae! You scared me!" You snap, clutching at your tie.
"Sorry," he chirps back, not sounding very much like it, "But, say what?"
"Oh, ah, nothing." You mumble.
There's a faint crease in his thick brows. "You sure? You look like you're gearing up for something."
You pause to glance over your shoulder at Younghyun slipping out the class early, probably for practice. He hasn't said boo to you today - odd. Pursing your lips, you nod.
"Yeah. Something like that."
Donghae smiles and pushes off your desk to ruffle your hair and again you shriek in fury - all that effort this morning, down the drain! You both laugh though, the tensions loosening in your shoulders just that little bit. His sounds very much like a goose and Somi glares at you as if you've grown a third eye.
"Don't worry about it. Relax!" He smirks. "Nice hair."
You pat it down as he walks off, raking a hand through to settle it down. "Yeah, thanks. It was."
You're a coward.
Monday you told yourself. Air it out - pull off the band-aid! Practice isn't on today so your curse yourself all the way home, practically stomping the pavement into submission. You shake out your hair and tear out of your uniform in a self-hating tantrum. Throwing yourself onto your bed in nothing but your underwear, you realise in the silence that Younghyun hasn't said anything to you today. You pull out your phone, yelping as your bag charm stabs your toe. No messages today, or yesterday. Not even on Saturday. Rolling onto your tummy, you tap out a vague message, your finger hovering for a long moment over the green heart in your recent emojis.
[Younghyun] Sent 7:43pm
Hope work isn't too boring!!
Fighting!!
Tuesday you do that same routine, but manage to make it on the bus this time. You know he's not going to be on it, but you still fuss over yourself as you peer about.
Tuesday also entails some looks from the girls and plenty of grumbling.
He still says nothing to you, vanishing from sight every moment he can. You can't help but feel a little scorned. In the moments that you do catch his figure, you see the hunch to his shoulders, the dullness to his character. Your newest happiness is faded and you grip your pen just that bit tighter.
White Day comes and goes. Somi doesn’t actually blow it on Donghae, seeing as he asked you for help on reeling her in. It works, a little, the offer for coffee and maybe a trip down to the river taken up with a weary squint. Dowoon passes Somi, Dani, Soojung and yourself little chocolates in thanks for joining his very informal security team. Haebin simmers in irritation at the drummer's kind gift so you happily eat it in front of her, crowing about how lovely it all is. Younghyun looks even more bleak than the days before, in turn putting you in an even worse mood. It's only been a few days but you're beginning to resent how much of an impact he's made in such a short time.
Thursday after school, you scramble to gather your things, ready to corner him. No longer are your thoughts about your shaking emotions, but instead the sudden unexplained cold shoulder you're being given. You tap his elbow as you fall into step with him. His brows are shaped deeply in thought, hands stuffed in his pockets. Your nerves and tensions sit stony and high in your shoulders while he glances at you, sprouting your name in surprise.
"Hey."
"Hey." You say. "You okay? You haven't been talking to me - have I said or done something wrong?"
His brows shoot up. "No. I've just been busy. Work. Practice."
"Are you sure? You can always tell me." You assure him, clutching the straps of your bag tightly.
He nods again and you relax, going onto your next point of order. "You coming to practice then?"
You hope you don’t sound too enthusiastic, the bouncing on the spot possibly giving it away. Younghyun looks at you for a minute, eventually deflating and ducking his head. He pulls a weird face at the lino floor. You frown and lean around to try and find the source. The boys have gone ahead to the music room anyway, Jae waving at you with an insistent expression.
He laughs, a little tightly. “Uh, what? No. No, not today. I’ve got stuff. Sorry. Bye.”
Before you can question anything he’s turning on his heel and pretty much running from sight. The fluttering nerves that come with the mere thought of him drain from your limbs, filling instead with a little hurt, a lot of confusion and a bit of dread. What’s wrong then?
You look up, the first eyes you catch being Sungjin’s. He frowns too and you wave your hand off, scuttling to meet him on the corner.
“Where’s Young K?” He asks.
“I don’t know. He just said he was busy and... left.” Your voice is a soft whine that you don't have the capacity to hide.
You can’t help to look behind you, seeing if there is anything out of the ordinary about the place you were just standing in. Your arms hang in a lost shrug in the air. Sungjin pats your shoulder, shaking his head.
“Don’t worry. I probably just forgot about it. Come on, I can hear Jae’s whining from here.”
Just as you're ready to say something - feel out the waters, give a sign - you're cut off.
No messages or calls in the evenings. A brief greeting here and there. How he vanishes the moment class is over, not even considering to ask if you want to accompany him or let you know why not. It's like your mere thoughts of him have scared Younghyun away. Admittedly, it crushes you a little, causing a bit of a whine and a particularly bingey lunch using all your allowance. How to explain it to mum, you weren't sure.
You try not to let yourself get too affected by it, leaning more on Somi and Dani in an attempt to gain clarity over it all. Your mysterious love interest’s walls your character had been pulling down are rebuilt in a day, stronger than before. Trying to ignore the urge to look at your phone every two seconds or hang around his desk before or after school. But gee did it hurt. Things felt colder. Practice in the afternoons became very awkward very quick, making you walk home to save the silence and distance. You apologise furiously to Jae and Sungjin.
Their leader shoots a sharp look over his shoulder to the bassist, his head stuck in his phone. "It's not your fault. Things should sort themselves out soon."
A week later exactly on the thursday, he seems to surface from his radio silence. Soojung and yourself are going over her math homework when you feel a presence behind you.
"Excuse me?"
You can't turn around fast enough. It's like a starved man finding water or a bat's echolocation. After the lack of him, you've become finely tuned to what you can get. Younghyun shadows you, fingers hooked into his pockets and dark eyes boring into you. Soojung can't shut her mouth, so you help nudge it shut. She coughs shallow and turns away in her sad attempt for privacy.
"Y-Younghyun." You stumble.
"Can I borrow you for a bit? Please?"
Rather than dig your heels in and sulk for longer, you scramble from your seat. This might mean answers! "Of course! Yeah, sure!"
His hand comes around your wrist, thumb slotting between fingers. It feels like a burn after how long he's been away. The breeze sneaking through windows has gotten distinctly warmer, the spring evolving fast.
You both end up in the music room. It appears that now you're here, he's not quite sure what to do next. The quiet surrounding you is thick like the air outside. You sigh and clutch the hem of your skirt, unable to look up at him through the tension. Still, you have things to say.
"Why have you been avoiding me? I asked you if I had done something wrong, Younghyun. What - what have I done?"
You hate how meek and broken your voice is, clingy and seemingly desperate for his attention. But you miss him and that can't possibly be wrong. What was once a haven for the two of you and your relationship now feels more like a prison - jammed window and all. You jump when a gentle palm falls to your arm. He makes a stressed huff and even now you can imagine the way he rolls his eyes.
"It wasn't supposed to be like that. You didn't do anything wrong. You never could." He says softly, breath tickling the crown of your hair as Younghyun comes closer.
You look up and blink at how close he really is. Bottomless brown meets you; glowing with sunlit promise. You’re startled but you know you miss it - his steady gaze, comforting proximity.
“So, then why the radio silence? Should I be worried?”
Is Soojung right to watch after him? What could you have missed? There is a flicker of a smile at your rising intonation and you feel his thumb absently rub circles to your skin. Your sensory perception zeroes in on the feeling and you resist leaning into it - shut your eyes to savour the feeling.
“I… I was writing something. Come, sit.”
Younghyun guides you to your chair by the jammed window. He drags his own over with a shrill screech. He follows it up by pulling out a guitar rather than his typical bass.
“The best way to explain all this is for you to just listen.” He strums the strings together to check if they need tuning. There’s a heavy pause before Younghyun glances up to you from behind his dark, fluffy fringe. “It’s for you.”
You don’t get a chance to protest your confusion before he starts to play. A soft summer strum and a tentative story weaved with his voice and his lyrics. It’s as if he knows what you’ve been thinking over the last week and a half, singing your emotions back to you in his beautiful voice. It speaks of a love bloomed between aisles of ramen and under fluorescent light, swaying in the midnight breeze. The pull he feels the moment he steps away from you. Laughter echoed up hallways and whispered over late night phone calls. He pegs these descriptions confidently as love.
As the last chord resonates to silence, all you can hear are the faint squeaks of fingers up strings and shared beats of breath between you.
“That was beautiful.” You blurt out breathlessly.
He goes pink, ducking his head and baring a taste of the sweet grin of his that always brought into question how his bad boy rep came about - how could you be so feared with such a lovely smile? “Thanks.”
“I like you too.” You add, just as sudden and maybe a little too loud.
The phrase couldn’t be restrained, your filter flown out the window. Besides, it didn’t feel right to leave him in such suspense. His head snaps up to focus or you, eyes wide. You can see the ghost of that smile from seconds ago touching the edges of his mouth.
“Really?”
You squeak and jump your chair forward loudly so your knees are touching and accidentally kick his foot, wincing in his stead. The shadows from the light cross between you, your shared moment.
“Uh, yeah. I wouldn’t lie to you or something. You really had me worried, Younghyun.”
Finally he beams, radiant and full, the ghost fading away. The feeling you can only describe as youth fills your chest, warming your ribcage and making an itch blossom in your fingertips to write out your emotions. You rest a hand on his scuffed knee as you lean forward. His hand is creeping away from the body of the instrument and closer to where your hand rests. You pretend you don’t notice, let him take his time.
“I wanted to tell you the right way.” He insists softly. “I was supposed to give it to you on White Day, but it wasn’t finished.”
“I wouldn’t have cared when or how you told me. As long as I found out. Or maybe I should have told you how I was feeling first. Big proclamation in front of the class.” A smirk toes its way onto your lips. “Jae helping serenade? Oh, and flowers!”
“Okay okay, that’s enough.” He says gruffly - the smile dampens his rough tone.
Younghyun’s hand finally falls over your fingertips and you easily flip it over, twining you together tightly. You take joy in the way he jolts in surprise, his eyes lighting up. The feeling of his hand in yours is infinitely better than just standing nearby.
"So, uh..." You fold your lips together, trying not to burst out with any and every word you're thinking of. It doesn't last long because you blurt out with a happily painful smile, "can I take you out? On a date?"
"No."
Your smile drops. Wh-what?
"It means I get to ask you out. How do you feel about an arcade night Saturday? Bet I can beat you on Motorcross 98."
Your grin is back and his is that same brightness. It's like the sun coming out from behind clouds on a soft summer's day.
"Arcade night sounds awesome." You can't keep the warm hum out of your voice, returning the light thumb stroking of before.
He packs away the guitar and pulls you standing. You swing your hands between you for a moment, watching them intently sway. You sigh a little at the time on your phone.
"Probably shouldn't go back like this, Younghyun. Someone might pass out or something." You say partly rueful, part mocking. "'Sides, don't you have a reputation?"
Young K nods, shutting his eyes somber before letting go. You're already missing the contact when he's sliding you under his arm and snug against his side. You can’t bury the squeak of surprise that escapes past your lips.
"You know I don't care about that. C'mon, the bell will ring in a minute," Younghyun says airily.
You roll your eyes, muttering under your breath as you let him lead the two of you back down the halls.
You can't help but hum the song he wrote, for you.
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golddaggers · 7 years
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chemistry // part two
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pairings: teacher!dylan o'brien x student!reader.
warnings: besides cursing? none.
a/n: look finally decided to realease chapter number two? hahaha :) plus, I’d like to announce that I will be uploading every Saturday. well, the ones I can because university is a bitch. nonetheless, proceed to your reading.
word count: 2,6k+
part one
For some weird reason I was yet to figure out, because it was a lot unlike me, I woke up in an incredible good mood. Which could totally be related to the fact that today was the first sunny morning after weeks enduring grey skies, rain, thick coats and freezing temperatures. Not that I hated all of that, except I did; it made me feel depressed. Plus my hair looked awful.
Yawning tiredly, I stretched out, sitting on my bed. While doing so, my eyes fell to Karen’s sleeping figure all curled up like a ball underneath three sets of sheets on a mattress carefully placed on my carpeted floor. She had decided to stay over the night because we still needed to go over some flash cards to our Algebra exam, that happened to be today, after my mother’s delicious dinner. I wouldn’t be the one to blame her, Louisa Smith was definitely a good cook, which means her belly was probably too full for her to find the strength to leave.
A small laugh slipped past my lips as I got back to my feet, muscles still numb for the amount of hours I stayed in the same position. Either way, I was refreshed to have had, at least once and in a long while, a decent night of sleep; also, the recently made coffee scent alongside the, very likely, scrambled eggs, homemade buns and everything a hungry person could dream about got my stomach complaining, setting my destination to the kitchen room.
The lovely forty year old woman I called mum was humming happily to a song whilst, by smell, squeezing oranges to make my favourite juice. I understood she used cooking as a self defense mechanism to keep herself together; we were still struggling with our father’s departure. It was complicated to even bring up in conversations, so, eventually, we just sort of stopped. I was pretty sure she would get over it. She was the strongest person I had ever known, of course she would.
“Good morning.” I mumbled, hugging her tightly, feeling her tummy shake as the woman laughed. “And this smells great, by the way.”
“Good morning too, sweetheart. What got you up so early?” My mum quizzed, directing me one of her best soothing smiles. “Are you nervous about the test?”
“Yes, obviously.” Rolling my eyes, a tiny smirk curled my lips as I took place at the table. “But it’s not why I’m up. I actually have no idea, but I have this feeling today is going to be great.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re happy, baby girl.”
“I am too, mum, these past weeks haven’t been easy, exactly…”
“Yes, I am aware of that, but you know what? We’re in a much better place now.”
“I think so too.” Supporting my elbows on the table, I watched my mother’s tired traits. “I want you to be happy too, ma.”
“I’m going to be fine!” The older woman looked away, prohibiting me from spotting her probably glassy eyes. “Now eat, before-”
A pale seventeen year old walked inside wearing a ridiculous bright red nightshirt and a sleeping mask controlling the brown mess that her hair was. She smiled kindly to both of us.
“Mrs. Smith, if you were going to say ‘eat before the eating monster arrive’, that would have been a great advice.”
The three of us shared a laugh before reuniting at the already set kitchen table, everything in place so we could eat together; Karen stole to her plate two muffins, three little breads, a couple of bacon’s slices and eggs, obviously. My mum and I just gazed at her, trying to hold our chuckles back. For someone so small, my friend definitely had a huge appetite.
Once the fun moment was over, we conducted a rather great breakfast, discussing light matters and gossiping like three old friends would do. To be honest, while we chatted, I was in awe to see that my mother was indeed improving; you could tell she had no masks on this time. No pretending nor disguising to be okay. It was purely and merely her.
Yes, this surely was a sign that a great day was ahead of me.
About twenty minutes later, Karen and I went upstairs to get ourselves ready to go to school. Because it was still a lot early, each one of us took our time to enjoy a warm bath, to pick a nice outfit, fix our hairs, etc, etc. Standard girl stuff, I guess.
“So,” The brown haired girl questioned, brushing her hair and locking it up in a tight pony tail. “You haven’t mentioned your date with Mr. McHottie a single time. Aren’t you going to go?”
“It’s not a date!” I whined, putting on a colourful sundress that fell to the mid of my thighs. Her green eyes glanced at me in disbelief, a smug grin taking over her heart shaped face. “It’s not! This is a class. Strictly professional.”
“Yeah… I just don’t buy it.” Scoffing, she stood and straightened her grey skirt, which matched perfectly her white buttoned blouse, the blue cardigan and also her heels. “You wouldn’t be dressing so nicely if the inner you didn’t think this is more than a casual lecture.”
“You are crazy, Karen.” Shaking my head, I slipped in my normal tennis shoes and put on a jeans jacket, grabbing my already fixed backpack that was placed near my closet’s door. “Can I just be in a good mood for once? Not everything has to be about men, you know.”
“What are you implying?”
“I’m not implying anything, I’m just mentioning I’m happy. That’s all. And that it has nothing to do with Mr. O'Brien.”
“Fine, if you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t push it.” Karen sighed, collecting her bag as well. “But, seriously, who are you denying this for? Me or you?”
The girl left without giving me time to even come up with a proper answer. Of course she had point; Karen knew very well I had had a crush on him a while back, in the tenth grade. But it was over, I was just kid. Furthermore, I highly doubted Mr. O'Brien would even think about the possibility of being with student; he was way too professional for that to happen. Like, friends, I guess, but dating? Not in million years.
A final exhale escaped as I made my way downstairs; I sure as hell needn’t to convince anyone, nor myself, that nothing was happening, because, well, nothing was happening. He was just being nice. That’s all.
“What took you so long, darling?” My mother questioned as soon as I took my place on the front seat, putting my bag on my lap as I fastened my seat belt. “You look pale too.”
“I’m fine, I swear.” Gazing through the corner of my eye to the back row, I saw Karen shake her head, frowning at my response. “By the way, I might be running late today.”
“Why so?”
“Uh, my chemistry teacher, Mr. O'Brien, offered to help me catch up on the subject. He said I have been off lately.”
“Isn’t Mr. O'Brien the hot one?”
My cheeks quickly reached a scarlet tone as my eyes grew wide to her last sentence. Since when does my mother notice if people are hot or not? I was clearly shocked, yet, Williams broke the tension with a laugh, getting mum to do the same.
“Mum!”
“Just commenting, silly girl. You should see your face.” She stopped under a red sign, looking at me tenderly. “If he says so, I’m okay. Just don’t be so late, alright?”
“Got it.”
Connecting the white earbuds to my phone, I opened the Spotify app and swiftly drowned myself on Sofia Karlberg’s version of the song ‘Toxic’, wishing nothing but to distract myself of all the things that could lead me into thinking of my encounter later with a certain chemistry teacher.
As it turns out, the whole putting out of my mind my own human personification of a Greek God was incredibly hard. I mean, I tried, I really did, but his sinful honey eyes kept haunting me the entire course of my classes. Seriously, why couldn’t him be like my AP Calculus teacher: bald, pudgy and not at all attractive? It would make things a lot easier for me.
Biting my bottom lip to contain a frustrated sigh, I glared at Mrs. Ziemann, trying to focus on her interesting lecture about the end of World War I. She excitedly explained how wrecked both Italy and Germany were once it was over, especially the latter, with the cruel Treaty of Versailles. Oh, well, at least paying attention to that could allow me to forget I was only five minutes away from my meeting.
As the woman finished her presentation, I wrote down a few topics to look upon later when studying the subject, which I needed to do, because this good looking lady was known for her killer exams. On a side note? I may have cried myself after a couple of them.
“And this wraps up our class today.” She smiled solemnly, her pretty blue eyes locked on the back of the class where the lacrosse team was based. “Oh, wait, before you all go, I would like to inform I want, for next week, a paper on the tragic events at the end of World War I.”
This time I didn’t hold back a sigh, taking notes on my journal to do this assignment soon, for next week I also had, oh darn, a chemistry exam. Fate must really think my life is a big fat joke. That’s ought to be it.
I swiftly packed my stuff, placing a handle on my right shoulder and moving away from the class, only to find Karen leant against a wall outside, trying to look casual while chewing gum. Oh, yes, I had to solve this too.
“Please tell me you forgot about our little misunderstanding from earlier today.”
“I didn’t.” Her eyebrows were knitted together, her mouth forming a straight line. “But I’m willing to move past it if you promise to tell me the details of your “class” with Mr.McHottie.”
“You are such a gossiper!” I laughed, stopping at my locker to get my Chemistry book volume two. “I have been trying all day long to not think about it.”
“Let me guess: useless.”
“Damn right it was.”
“Well, he won’t bite you, at least.” The green eyed girl patted my back, a smirk plastered on her face. “Not unless you want to, I guess.”
“You are such a mean whore.” We both chuckled, our next stop being in front of Mr. O'Brien’s office, me knocking at the door twice. “And this is where I leave you, K.”
“Tell me the details!” She whispered, winking at me playfully. “I mean it!”
“Get out! Now!”
Williams raised her thumbs up to me, winking one last time then disappearing in the halls just before the brown haired man, also known as Greek God, also known as my chemistry teacher, opened the door. I certainly wasn’t ready to see him so loose, if that’s the correct term.
His hair was more disheveled than usual, the scruff still framing the beautiful pink lips, his white casual shirt had a button open, revealing an adorable puddle of chest hair, and his red tie was lying over his desk from what I could see. O'Brien directed me a comforting smirk, placing his rather large hand on my back, pulling me to get inside the room. One small comment so we can proceed: did he have a heater on or was it me that just suddenly grew warmer under his touch?
Gripping tighter on my hard covered book, I went forward to take seat on one of the first row’s places whilst he stayed behind to close the door. Okay, first minutes, still not weird. Maybe just a little bit. Why am I so tense?
“Are you okay, Smith?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, I’m just a little bit nervous…”
“You don’t have to be.” He smirked tenderly, pulling a chair to sit in front of me. “It’s just you and me, plus I won’t do anything to you.”
“Uh, people already think you-”
“Well, I seriously don’t mind what people think. You’re amazing, you know?” His eyes connected with mine for a while until he gazed down at his feet. “I meant as a student. That’s why I picked you to tutor.”
“Thank you, Mr. O'Brien, you are a wonderful teacher as well. I love your lectures so much!”
“That’s relieving, it would be pretty bad if my favourite student didn’t like them.” A small laugh slipped and, suddenly, all the nervousness was gone. “Should we start?”
“Yes, definitely.”
The following hour was simply incredible!
If him teaching to a whole class was good, having him as a mentor was even better. It was like he didn’t have to hold back nor maintain a straight face all the time. Plus the jokes? Damn, I could never have imagined he had such a great sense of humour. I mean, the man had gift on finding the right words to make me laugh like there was no tomorrow.
By the end of our time, I had not only gotten more confident on physical chemistry, but also met a side of my teacher I didn’t know previously. Mr. O'Brien, or Dylan, as he asked me to call him, was a sweet, caring guy. If the fifteen year old version of me had known this, she would be dead and buried now. God, I was a lame kid.
“It was nice being being with today.” He mumbled, nudging my shoulder with his and wearing the best smile in the whole wide world. “I’m glad we’ll be doing this for a few more weeks.”
“I’m glad too.” The watch on my wrist told me it was over six pm, which strictly meant my mum would be all over the place once I got home. “I should get going.”
“Wait, I-I…”
“Yes?”
“Oh, fuck it.”
Not thinking twice, he cupped my cheeks, pressing his perfectly shaped lips against mine in a sweet, tender kiss. At first I was surprised, however, as his tongue slowly licked stripe at my bottom lip, I melted away, surrendering to his touch. It was definitely nothing I could have ever dreamt about. The way his hands found the crook of my waist, how we moved in perfect sync… Everything felt like this was meant to be.
When air became necessary, we merely glued our foreheads together, gazes boring into one another. It wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t ideal, but, hell, I enjoyed this.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, we shouldn’t-”
I didn’t want to hear the rest, he wouldn’t pop my bubble so soon, therefore, I kissed him again, this time with much more passion and hunger. So strong we were left a heaving mess afterwards.
“You’re an amazing kisser too.” O'Brien whispered, making me giggle. “I mean it.”
“You are one crazy person, O'Brien.”
“I told you should call me Dylan.”
“As you wish, Mr. O'Brien.” Playfully winking at him, I stole another peck, earning a small smile from him. “This is crazy… I mean, someone could have seen us! Oh, fuck, what if one of the cleaning ladies saw us? You could lose your job! Shit!”
“Relax, nobody saw us.” His thumbs massaged my cheekbones, trying to sooth me. “But you can’t tell this to anyone, okay? Not even Miss Williams. Even though I don’t regret one bit, I could really lose my job if this comes out.”
“Of course I won’t tell anyone, it will be our little secret.”
“Deal.”
I hid my face on the crook of his neck, breathing in the intoxicating musk of his cologne. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening to me; I mean, it was too surreal. If it was a rumour about Briannah, I would have believed more, because, well, she did want to do it, but me? Nah, it was messed up. Nonetheless, it wasn’t less real. I was indeed within his arms. And, in that particular moment, I decided to not care about the consequences any longer.
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Mason (Part Eight) *Final*
A/N: Well guys, Part Eight is finally here, and our journey has finally ended. I’m so sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy this. I can’t thank everyone enough for all their love and support over the last month and a bit and I can’t wait to keep writing for you all!
Requested: Yes/No
Characters: Morgan Rielly
Words: 7,433
Warnings: Language
[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six] [Part Seven]
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"Hey babe! We gotta go!"
Standing shakily from your seat, you called back out towards your husband, "I'm coming!"
As you waddled down the hallway, Mason ran past you, his hockey bag in tow, as he headed towards his father, who was waiting patiently at the door. You watched your lanky nine-year-old, who was almost past your shoulder in height, quickly slip into his sneakers before he was out the door.
It was Mason's last hockey game of the year, and luckily, it fell on a night that Morgan and the Leafs just happened to have off. Considering Morgan very rarely got to see Mason play, the two boys were very much excited for the game tonight.
Morgan, who still stood waiting for you, held your coat in his hands, and immediately smiled once he noticed you.
"How are my girls doing?" He asked, as he placed his free hand onto your bulging tummy and placed a quick kiss onto your cheek.
"Lots of movement today, I think she can feel everyone's excitement," you explained, as you instinctually placed your hands down and rubbed your stomach. Morgan grinned with a nod, as your daughter suddenly kicked Morgan's hand, confirming your words.
You were nearly eight months along. Being halfway through April, the doctors had estimated your little girl was to born near the end of May, and you only hoped that either Morgan would be on an off night, or that hockey would be over period. It wasn't that you wanted the Leafs to get knocked out of the playoffs, you just wanted to make sure Morgan was going to be around this time. He was adamant on being with you for the birth, as he hadn't even been aware of Mason's arrival nearly a decade ago.
He made you promise that as soon as you went into labour, you'd tell him, regardless of whether he was in town or not. Hell, he'd even made you swear you'd tell the Leafs trainers to get him even if he was in the middle of a game. You had argued that his team needed him, but he only shook his head, and claimed that you needed him more. He was bound and determined to witness his little girl enter the world, hockey or not. You just hoped it wouldn't come to that.
Once you got to the arena, you weren't even able to say goodbye to Mason before he scampered out the vehicle and ran into the building. Morgan chuckled at him, but you pouted.
"Don't worry, we'll see him," Morgan suddenly said, knowing exactly how you were feeling. You sighed, but nodded as Morgan pulled the car away and went to park.
"He growing up too fast," you muttered, thinking of how different Mason had become over the past couple years. Sure, he was still your little boy, but he wasn't as sweet and cuddly like he used to be.
"He still loves you Y/N, he loves you more than anything," Morgan sighed, as he placed a hand onto your thigh in comfort.
"I know," you mumbled, "I just can't believe he's going to be ten this year,"
"Just think, we'll have a newborn and a ten-year-old, what could go wrong with that?" Morgan joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Mason's excited, I know he is. He's always asking me questions about her," you explained, as you stepped out of the vehicle once Morgan had parked near the entrance of the arena.
"He's told me," Morgan then admitted, "he can't wait Y/N, he can't wait to be a big brother,"
You smiled at that, and took Morgan's outstretched hand as you made your way into the building.
Familiar faces of other parents filtered into and out of the lobby, and a few of the mothers you had gotten to know all sent you smiles or small waves in greeting. It was nice that they acknowledged when Morgan was around, and allowed you and your husband to watch Mason play in peace.
"Are you warm enough?" Morgan suddenly asked you once you entered the cold ice rink.
You nodded and sent him a reassuring smile while gripping his hand tighter. He smiled back before turning his attention onto the game happening on the ice surface.
While you waited for the game to finish, you saw Mason, along with a few of his teammates exit their dressing room. As they walked past to head towards their bench, you called out towards him.
"Mace! Let me take some photos!" You requested, as your now fully dressed son walked by you.
Looking over, Mason sighed, "Mom," he whined out, before rolling his eyes and jogging away from his friends and towards you and Morgan.
"I just want a few!" You exclaimed, as you pulled your phone out of your pocket and got Mason to stand next to Morgan. As you motioned for them to get closer, Morgan wrapped his arm around Mason and both of your blonde boys smiled towards you. After taking a few photos and you smiled happily and walked back towards them.
"Remember, rather than just repeatedly shooting the puck off the boards, try to-,"
"Look at the weak side, yeah yeah Dad, I know," Mason smiled, while Morgan just sighed but patted him on the shoulder.
"You'll do great bud, just go have some fun," Morgan then spoke, before pulling Mason in for a quick side hug.
Before Mason ran off again, he turned his attention towards you and enveloped you in a large hug. "I love you Mom,"
"I love you too Mason," you said, squeezing him back as best as you could despite your large stomach.
"And you behave, I don't want Mom to have to leave again," Mason then whispered towards his soon to be baby sister, as he poked your stomach twice, causing you to chuckle slightly. You'd left his last game early due to feeling sick, and had felt horrible. Mason had understood though, but he obviously didn't want that to have to happen again.
"Rielly! To the bench please!"
Looking over, Mason nodded towards his coach before he made his way off towards his other teammates, the large number four on his jersey staring back.
"Let's go get a spot," Morgan then spoke, catching your attention, as he led you down the hall and up onto the bleachers.
The first period went by quite fast, with both teams being evenly matched and both goalies standing on their heads. Mason had found himself on the top line and on both the power play and penalty kill, much to Morgan's joy.
You smiled as you watched Morgan cheer his son on. Your husband would get right into the game, and mutter his complaints and celebrate when things went well for Mason. Even though he never said anything, you knew it prided him over the fact that his son had decided to play defence, just like he had, and chose to wear his jr. number.
When you weren't at the Leafs games in person Mason would constantly stay up late to watch Morgan play, often staying up past midnight when the Leafs were on the road. He observed everything Morgan did and wanted to be exactly like him. It made your heart warm at just the thought.
Watching the Zamboni clean the ice, as the vehicle went around and around, you listened to Morgan brainstorm aloud.
"How about Mary?"
"Really?" You questioned, quirking an eyebrow towards Morgan. You had suddenly found yourself immersed in a game of baby names.
He sighed, "I don't know,"
"You really want her name to start with an 'M' huh?" You asked and Morgan flushed, "I just thought it would go,"
You smiled, "I'm just teasing you Morgan," you said as you leaned into his side and he wrapped an arm around you. "So, we have her middle name sorted, but no first name?" He chuckled, as he shook his head.
"That's usually how it goes," you hummed, as you snuggled up closer to your husband. You'd decided Amber would be your baby's middle name, due to you both having an Aunt with that same name.
"Mackenzie?"
You teetered your head back and forth as you thought, "that's a bit better,"
"Madison?"
"No, not that I don't like it, but she'll have three other girls in her classes growing up with the same name," you explained and Morgan nodded, "never thought of that, I just like the nickname Maddie, like Maddie Rielly,"
"That has a ring to it," you nodded. You didn't mind it at all actually.
"Madelyn?" You then questioned, and Morgan suddenly whipped his head towards you.
"Madelyn Rielly," he then spoke, as he continued to mouth the name silently. "I really like that," he then affirmed with a grin.
"Madelyn Amber Rielly," you proclaimed, smiling down towards your enlarged tummy and placing your hands on top of it.
"Madelyn Amber Rielly," Morgan then repeated, as he placed his right hand over yours and pressed his lips against your cheek. Turning your head, you connected your lips to Morgan's and kissed him softly.
"If I had wanted to watch you two make out, I would've stayed back at home with these two,"
You flushed from Auston's voice and pulled away quickly, causing Morgan to send his younger teammate a look.
"Well maybe if you moved out you wouldn't have to watch," Mitch then bit back, as he crossed his arms.
"Well maybe if you both were on time for once we wouldn't be having this conversation," Morgan finally spoke, raising his eyebrows in challenge. He clearly wasn't impressed that they had been late for Mason's last game.
Steph then sighed, before she moved past the taller boys and took a seat next to you. Giving you a quick hug, Steph then patted your stomach lightly, "so, how's my baby?"
"Your baby?" Mitch then questioned his girlfriend, as he turned to stare at the two of you.
"She's doing good so far," you replied, as you both ignored Mitch, "she hasn't moved too much since we got here,"
Steph then sighed, rolling her shoulders back, "I can't wait for my turn,"
You sent her a sympathetic smile, while Mitch's eyes looked like they were about to fall out of his head. Auston chuckled and took a seat on Morgan's right, while the lanky brunette still stood staring at the two of you.
"You're giving her way too many idea's Y/N. Marriage, babies, what's next?" Mitch complained, causing Steph to roll her eyes and cross her arms, "she's not doing anything Mitchell, it's not uncommon to be thinking of this type of stuff, especially considering how long we've been together,"
You pursed your lips as you could sense another lover's quarrel approaching. This hadn't been anything new between Steph and Mitch. She wanted to grow up, whereas Mitch was quite happy in his little bubble.
Auston then coughed and spoke under his breath, "pussy,"
Mitch's eyes shifted towards his taller teammate and he sent him a glare. "Wanna say that again Matts?" Mitch then challenged, "because I dare you," he glowered.
"Okay," Morgan then said, raising his hands up to cool his top forwards. "Enough, let's just watch Mason,"
Looking back towards the ice, both teams had returned to the rink and were setting up for the second period to commence. Mitch reluctantly took a seat next to Steph, who turned her body to her right and angled towards you, showing her distaste towards her boyfriend.
"Babe," Mitch spoke, placing his hand onto her shoulder, but she shrugged him off, "Your boy's out there," she replied coolly, her eyes never leaving the ice.
Feeling your discomfort, Morgan reached around your waist and tugged you into his side. You smiled thankfully up towards him and he sent you a quick nod.
Auston and Morgan fell into a quiet conversation while they watched your son skate around the ice. Auston and Mitch had also attended many of Mason's games and had always been quick to support him. While Auston and Morgan cheered for Mason whenever he made a quick play or when his team scored, the couple on your left were dead silent.
Before you knew it, the second period horn had sounded at the forty-minute mark, signalling for the second intermission. The game was currently tied three-three, with Mason having two assists.
"Is he sad that it's his last game?" Steph asked you when the ice was cleared and you shrugged, "I'm sure he's a little disappointed but he hasn't said anything, he's more excited about these guys," you explained, referring to the trio of Leafs sat around you.
"Game one versus Tampa is tomorrow," Auston spoke, as he joined the conversation. The first round of the playoffs was on everyone's mind.
"We'll beat 'em," Morgan affirmed, his voice full of confidence.
"You're not travelling to the away games right Y/N?" Steph then asked and you shook your head, "Morgan and I agreed that I should just stay here, it'll put less stress on me and the baby," you explained.
"Honestly, at this point I'm just afraid that if she does too much the baby might come early," Morgan chimed in, "and I don't want Y/N or the baby to be put into danger over her flying out for one game,"
Steph nodded in understanding and sent Morgan a sweet smile, "it's cute that you're so protective Morgan,"
"Can you blame me?" he questioned, a hint of humour in his tone, "I love them both too much to let anything happen,"
"Aww," Steph mewed out while you blushed. Morgan's hand gripped yours tightly and you squeezed back twice.
"But could you imagine if Y/N had the baby on the plane or something? What if the baby is born while we're on the road?" Mitch questioned, obviously trying to get in on the conversation.
"That's what they're trying to avoid Mitch," Steph bit out, "and we're hoping that we'll be around here when the baby is born," Morgan added.
"Let me just say, you guys are about to have the most spoiled little princess in the world," Auston then said, causing you to smile. Your baby was going to be one of the few female Leaf children, as most of the couples had only had boys. She was definitely going to be spoiled, as she'd have several uncles fawning over her twenty-four seven.
"How much of the spoiling will you be doing yourself though, Uncle Auston?" you then questioned, causing the man in question to blush.
"Oh look, they're coming back out!"
Along with many of the other parents around, you clapped and cheered for Mason and his team once they stepped back onto the ice. As time ticked off the clock, you watched intently as the game carried on. There were many times where either team had the opportunity to take the lead, but no one could put the puck past the opposite team’s goalie.
When the buzzer went off, you groaned and shook your head, knowing Mason was heading into sudden death overtime. As Mason skated past your group, you sent your son a smile, which he returned with a wave. Mitch stood and jogged down towards the glass. You couldn't hear what the forward was telling your son, but he was using his hands in an animated type way, causing Mason to chuckle at his Uncle Mitchy.
"Got it?" Mitch finally asked, and Mason nodded and sent him a thumbs up before he skated back to his spot on the right side of the blue line for the puck drop.
"What did you just tell my son?" Morgan questioned, once Mitch made his way back towards us.
"To fire his clapper as soon as he gets the puck," Mitch replied, "I blocked one last week and damn it hurt,"
You chuckled slightly, and Steph seemed to perk up a bit, as she rolled her eyes at her boyfriend and gave him a playful shove.
"C'mon Mace," you heard Morgan mutter as he sat on the edge of his seat, watching the game commence.
The puck was drawn back from the centreman and Mason swiftly glided up to meet it, before he skated over the red line and shot the puck into the offensive end. As he teammates went to go retrieve the puck, Mason and his defense partner skated into position along the offensive blue line, with Mason slipping down into the high slot.
Looking up, Mason's centreman quickly passed your son the puck, and before any of the opposing players could come to challenge him, Mason heeded Mitch's words and took a slap shot, sending the puck towards the net. The goalie made the initial save but Mason's bench jumped up in celebration when his right winger banged in the rebound.
You took a massive sigh of relief, knowing you wouldn't be dealing with an unhappy Mason, while Morgan, Mitch, and Auston cheered for your son. You were happy Mason's season had ended on a happy note, now you only hoped Morgan's would too.
Five weeks later, you sat in your condo with a concerned Morgan pacing back and forth, while Mason, and Steph, along with Morgan's parents and your Mother watched the scene unfolding in front of you. Your Mom had come two weeks ago, to help you out with the baby, where as the Rielly's had come for both Morgan's game and to meet their new granddaughter, but the latter was still pending.
"Y/N I don't think it's good idea," Morgan spoke once more, causing you to sigh, "But Morgan,"
"It's not that I don't want you to come babe, but you're due to go into labour at any second now. The last thing I want is for something to happen," he explained, and you nodded, understanding where he was coming from.
Your due date had come and gone over a week ago, along with Mason's tenth birthday, and your enlarged stomach was only getting bigger as each day went on. Doctors had told you that this could be perfectly normal, and had ran tests to ensure both you and Morgan your daughter was fine. If this went on another week however, they had planned to induce your delivery, for not only the baby’s sake, but for yours as well.
They had also basically told you to be prepared to go into labour at any moment because of this, and Morgan was on high-alert, much to not only yours but everyone's anxiety.
The Maple Leafs were playing game five of the Stanley Cup finals, and you had wanted to go. The Leafs were up three to one, meaning they could take it all home with one more win. You felt horrible for Morgan, as he had next to no time to celebrate what his team had accomplished so far because he was too busy worrying over you.
"We'll sit in the box Morgan, that way if something were to happen, we could leave right away with no fuss," Steph offered, trying to help you out.
"And I'll be by Y/N's side the entire time," Your Mom spoke, and Shirley nodded in agreement, "Me too, we'll make sure nothing happens to her or the baby Morgan,"
Morgan sighed, and scratched the back of his neck, something he often did when he was nervous or anxious. You assumed it was both in this situation.
"I don't want to come if it's going to throw you off, I'll just stay back and Mason can go with everyone else," you finally said, and everyone seemed to frown. You wanted to be there more than anything, but not if it was going to be a distraction to him.
"But Mom, I want you to come," Mason pouted, standing from his seat and giving you a hug.
"I know, but maybe Dad is right, maybe it's better I stay here just in case your baby sister finally decides to make her grand entrance," you sighed, rubbing your tummy.
Your mother clicked her tongue before speaking, "Let me ask you this, have you felt any different today? Eating more? Eating less? Using the bathroom regularly? Headaches? Feeling bloated?"
"I'm pregnant Mom, of course I feel bloated," you deadpanned but she rolled her eyes, "you know what I meant,"
Shaking your head, you thought a loud, "I mean, no, not really, I don't feel any different then I have over the past month really,"
Shirley sent your Mom a look, and they both seemed to be have a silent conversation. "We think you'll be fine, I mean you could sit here all night and have nothing happen,"
"Or she could come and have everything go wrong. I'm not trying to be mean but I'm just scared something bad is going to happen. I just care," Morgan sighed, before he walked towards you and embraced you. Placing your hands over his arms, you leaned into him, "I know Morgan, and I love you for caring so much,"
"But?" He then questioned, looking down at you.
You groaned, "I just want to be there to support you, I promise you if anything happens you'll be the first to know,"
"Y/N," Morgan groaned.
"Morgan,"
Looking over, you both stared at Andy, who hadn't spoken much since this discussion began. He was giving his son a stern look. "Just go play hockey Morgan. Don't worry about anything else. It's just a few hours, and Y/N will be fine. She's here now and she'll be here after the game,"
Morgan seemed to heed his father’s words because he just nodded solemnly. Pressing his lips against your temple, he gave you one last squeeze, "just do what you think is best, okay?"
"I will," you promised, sending him a reassuring smile.
Stepping away to allow Morgan to say goodbye to Mason, you stood with your mother, who had began rubbing your back in a soothing manner.
"Everything's going to be fine," she spoke, and you just hoped she was right.
After Morgan left, you decided to go to the game. The thought of watching from home made you feel sick. You were going to be there, hell or high water. And you did listen to Morgan.
He had told you to do what you thought was best; So, you didn't tell him you were coming.
"You okay, do you need anything? Are you comfortable enough because we can go somewhere else-"
"Steph, I'm fine," you spoke, as you took your seat in the private box that had been provided for family members of the team.
"Okay, just double checking," she sighed, before she plopped down next to you. She seemed more nervous than you.
"She's fine," your Mother said, as she took her spot next to you. "It's not like she hasn't done this before,"
And you were fine.
Until you went to the washroom during the first intermission. You had wanted to hurry, since the Leafs were winning the game currently, as they were up by two goals. But once you were finished, you noticed a small bit of blood pooling in the toilet.
It was quite normal, but having blood in your urine very close to your due date typically meant you would be going into labour shortly there after, and considering you were past your due date, you hoped it meant the baby would be coming soon.
"Oh, god please not now, just wait a bit longer," you sighed to yourself. You didn't want to have to leave the game or freak Morgan out; the latter being the last thing you wanted.
But your thoughts were confirmed when your water broke shortly there after, after you had ventured back to the washroom half way through the second period.
You cursed yourself. Of course, on the one day where you absolutely didn't want the baby to come, you were going into labour,
"Are you okay? You look sick," Steph mentioned, once you returned to the box
Her question made your mother turn to look towards you, "Y/N?"
"I think my water just broke," you muttered, as you sat back in your seat.
Steph blinked in shock while your mother immediately sat up, "what are you doing?! Let's go!"
"No, it's fine, I have to stay," you said, looking back down onto the ice and watching Morgan skate around. 
"Y/N, your baby is past due, we can't wait," your mom tried again, but you shook your head.
"Mom, you've been through this, you know I probably won't have the baby for at least a few more hours. So, I'd rather be here, watching Morgan, then in a hospital bed when we both know nothing is going to happen."
She sighed but nodded, understanding your reasoning. Steph however, seemed less convinced.
"Are you sure?" she questioned, looking towards you in concern.
You flashed her a small smile, "Steph, I'm fine,"
And you were.
Well, until the contractions started.
You kept track of how close they were in your head. When you had first contraction, it took about twenty minutes until your next one. Then twenty minutes became fifteen, and fifteen became ten. 
Holding your whimper in as you once again shuffled in your seat, your Mom looked towards you questionably.
"Is the seat too uncomfortable? You're squirming around an awful lot,"
"No, I'm good," you said, your voice sounding shaky, trying to convince yourself more than her, but she just shook her head and turned her attention back onto the game.
But as your next contraction began, you couldn't help but cry out when the crippling pain shot through your entire body. You felt tears prick your eyes as your figure began to feel numb. 
You felt your Mom grasp your hand, and she held it tightly, "do we need to go?"
You were about to decline when the pain quickly returned and instead of opening your mouth, you just nodded. You'd held on as long as you could, but the pain was too unbearable. You needed the drugs the hospital was sure to provide you with.
Standing up, your Mother helped you stand and you immediately leaned up against her. Steph stood as well, helping you walk from your other side.
Many of the other family members in the box sent your concerned looks, but you tried your best to look calm. But just as you were about to walk out, the sound of Alannah's voice caught you.
"Did you want me to go down and tell Morgan?"
"No!" you hollered, turning back around to face her.
Alannah, along with the two women on either side of you looked towards you in surprise. Breathing heavily, you spoke again, "I appreciate it, but he can't know, not yet," 
"Y/N, they're winning, there's only ten minutes left," Steph said, nodding towards the arena's shot clock.
You shook your head, "it doesn't matter. He can't know or he'll freak out, and then what? I don't want to distract him,"
"Y/N,"
"No, he told me to do what I thought was best, and I think this is best," you stated. "It's best for everyone,"
No one argued this time, and you felt pleased. "But, you can tell him, I mean, can you please tell him when the game's over?"
Alannah smiled, "of course, I'll go down a bit early so that he can know as soon as possible,"
Turning out of the room, your Mom and Steph helped you wobble to the elevator that would take you down to the parking lot so that you could head to the hospital. 
As you waited for the lift, you turned to Steph, "can you go sit with Mason, and tell Morgan's parents what's going on?"
The three of them had been sitting down in the seats below the box. Steph smiled sadly, but nodded, "for sure, I'll do whatever you need,"
"Thanks Steph," you smiled before giving her a hug. She patted your back softly, "I can't wait to meet your little girl,"
Your lips curved upwards, "me either,"
Once you had gotten to your car, your Mother broke every speed limit on the way to the hospital. Pulling up in front of the emergency wing, you slammed the car into park and helped you into the building. As soon as you walked in, a nurse who had been walked by immediately came to your aid and grabbed you a wheel chair. 
As your Mom got you signed in, the nurse wheeled you into a vacant hospital room and helped you get settled. Once you had been changed into your hospital gown, the nurse helped you into bed and got you several damp clothes to help cool your body down. 
Taking deep breaths as you laid in the bed, the nurse then brought you a large cup of water and asked you to drink as much of it as you could. She couldn't give you any pain relief since you had to wait for the doctor but she did the best she could to get you comfortable.
"Could I do anything else for you Y/N?" she then asked, before she went to go find your Mother and your doctor.
Looking up at the television hung in the corner of your room, you asked politely if she could put the Leafs game on. She nodded and grabbed the remote and put the proper channel on. She then passed you the remote and told you that if you needed anything while she was gone to just press the nurse button on the side of the bed.
Sending her a smile as she exited your room, you then turned your attention to the TV. The game was clearly over and you couldn't help but be filled with happiness and relief as you watched the team in blue celebrating on the ice. 
Your Mother shortly joined you and she fell into the spare chair next to you in a huff, clearly exhausted. 
"They won Mom," you spoke, and she then looked up to the TV.
Smiling, she just nodded and leaned her head back, "that's good dear, I'm happy it all worked out,"
"Tired?" you then questioned, and she scoffed, "exhausted, I'm mentally and physically exhausted Y/N,"
Looking back up towards the screen, the camera was panelling across the ice, showing many familiar players rejoicing with one another in victory. You kept a careful eye out for your favourite player but you furrowed your brow when you didn't see him.
You felt even more confused when the commissioner came out onto the ice and presented the cup to Auston, and not your husband. The television than answered your question as you heard the colour commentator's speaking in the background.
"Auston Matthews will be accepting the cup on behalf of Leafs captain Morgan Rielly, as he left as soon as the game had ended to be with his wife, who is said to be currently giving birth to their second child."
"Talk about a buzzer beater! Well, best wishes to Morgan and his family,"
Just as you were about to say something to your Mother, you heard a loud clatter come from outside the room and in the hallway. 
"Sir, this is a restricted area! Only one guest per patient!"
"My wife's giving birth! I can't miss it!"
You recognized that voice.
You jumped suddenly as Morgan came barrelling into the room, his hair a mess, his clothes disheveled, and his blue eyes wide. Your Mom looked up in shock and grabbed her chest once she realized who had entered the room.
"Morgan?"
He took a breath, "Oh thank god, I didn't miss anything,"
"How did you get here so fast?" you questioned, looking back at the television and then towards your husband.
He looked towards you sheepishly, "well let's just say I broke a few records for speed tonight,"
"and a few laws," your Mother scoffed, and you sent her a look, "like you can talk,"
Your Mother grumbled as she stood, knowing you were right. "I'll give you two sometime alone,"
You sent her a thankful nod, and she promised to be back soon. She just needed some caffeine.
"Anyways," Morgan sighed, as he took a seat on the edge of your mattress and held your hand tight, "are you okay?"
You shrugged, "I'm okay, just in pain but I'm okay,"
"Have they given you anything?" he then asked and you shook your head, "they can't yet because I'm not close enough, and they don't want the drugs wearing off before the actual birth,"
Morgan sighed, but nodded in understanding. You firmed your lips together and looked down. You suddenly felt very guilty he had to miss his team's celebration to just come and sit with you while you waited for your labour to commence.
"I'm sorry you had to miss everything for this," you muttered, causing Morgan to frown.
"For this? Baby, I wouldn't miss this for the world,"
"But the cup-"
"No cup is more important to me then you or our daughter. I want to be here with you Y/N, and I'm glad I am," Morgan reassured, as he pushed your stray hair back.
You leaned into Morgan's side as he snuggled up beside you. "I still can't believe we're having a baby,"
Morgan chuckled and kissed the crown of your head, "never thought huh?"
"No," you shook your head, "if you told me I'd be sitting here beside you about to give birth to our daughter five years ago, I probably would've laughed in your face," you admitted, causing Morgan to snort.
"Well, I'm glad everything worked out," he then said, before he turned his attention back towards the television, where he watched his team celebrate.
Two hours later, your contractions had become only two minutes apart, alerting your nurse and having your doctor finally provide you with your much-needed pain relieving needle. Holding Morgan's hand tight, you closed your eyes as your birthing process finally began. 
It felt like hours passed by, when in reality it had only been around forty minutes until your doctor was commanding you to push. As tears streamed down your cheeks, and your hair clung to your forehead from your sweat, you bit down onto your lip hard, drawing blood, to try and keep your screams at bay. 
But it was all worth it. Your little girls' high pitched wail had brought you back to Earth, and the pain flowing through your body suddenly ceased as you watched as your nurse bring you your little bundle of joy. 
"Hi sweetie," you cooed out, as you held your brand-new baby girl tightly in your arms. Morgan looked on in awe, as he stared at the two of you. Leaning over, you allowed Morgan to properly see your daughter, and you swear you saw his eyes water. 
"Hi Maddie," he whispered, as he placed his pointer finger down into her small open palm, causing her little fingers to wrap around it.
"She has your eyes," you spoke, as you stared towards her vibrant blue eyes.
"Yeah, but she has your hair," Morgan replied, as he continued to smile towards your daughter. He was right, as she had a full head of Y/H/C coloured hair.
The doctors voice caught your attention as he spoke with the nurse. "Baby Rielly, female, born on Wednesday June fourteenth, one forty-three A.M, 19.93 inches, and weighing in at seven pounds, six ounces," 
She nodded as she quickly wrote down his report, before turning to you and Morgan.
"Did you have a name picked out?" The nurse then asked, as she continued to fill out the birth record.
Looking towards Morgan, you sent him a smile and he nodded towards the nurse, "Madelyn Amber Rielly,"
She grinned, "Aww, that's so beautiful,"
"That she is," Morgan sighed, causing you to smile.
"We'll leave you for a few moments. I'll be back shortly to check on the both of you," the doctor than spoke, before he promptly left the room.
"You have quite a few guests in the waiting room apparently. Did you want me to go tell them?" your nurse then asked, as she placed two ice waters down for you and Morgan.
"Yes, thanks," Morgan replied, and she smiled, before heading out towards the waiting room.
"Lots of people want to meet you Madelyn," you spoke, as your daughter's blue eyes zeroed in on you. "but there's one person I really want you to meet first."
Two quick knocks sounded before Mason, along with your Mom and Morgan's parents strolled into the room. Mason, who in fairness looked absolutely exhausted, immediately rushed to your side, and placed his hands down onto your arm. Morgan scooted back to allow Mason to see both you and his new sister.
"Are you okay Mom?" he asked, concern evident in his tone.
You nodded and sent him a smile, "I'm okay Mace,"
"This is Madelyn, your baby sister," Morgan then spoke, as he placed a hand onto Mason's back. Mason's familiar blue eyes stared towards the newborn, and you watched as his lips curved upwards.
"She's a lot bigger than I thought she'd be," he spoke, as he leaned in closer to look at Madelyn.
You chuckled, "well, she got baked a bit longer then she was supposed to, but it's normal,"
"She's perfect, absolutely perfect." Morgan then added, as he then ushered your parents over. 
"This is Madelyn Amber Rielly," he then announced, as Shirley and Andy looked down towards their new granddaughter and your Mother walked to the other side of the bed to place her hand on your shoulder.
"She's beautiful," Shirley gushed, as tears pricked her eyes, causing Andy to hold her close. Morgan's father then added, "You did good son, you did good,"
"You both did," your Mom said, as she smiled down towards Madelyn.
About fifteen minutes later, your parents all vacated the room, allowing your other visitors a chance to come visit. You handed Madelyn over to Morgan, while you let Mason lay up on your bed with you.
The first set of guests included Auston, Mitch, Stephanie, Zach, and Alannah, who came in with balloons and flowers, surprising you.
"You guys didn't have to do this," you said, flashing Auston a smile as he placed your new bouquet of flowers beside your bed.
"We wanted to," Zach shrugged, and you just nodded.
"I'm so happy for you!" Steph exclaimed, as she walked over to give you a hug. 
"Did it hurt?" Alannah then asked, looking nervous. You laughed with a nod, "but it was all worth it,"
"That's my baby sister," Mason then told his uncle, as Mitch took a seat next to him on the large bed. Mason's Uncle Mitchy then patted him on the back and sent him a grin, "What do you think?"
"She's pretty," Mason then said, "like really pretty, like my Mom,"
Morgan sent his son a smile and your heart swelled from Mason's words, "And don't worry, I'm always going to take care of her, I'm not going to let anyone hurt her,"
"Aww," Steph cooed, placing her hand over her heart. “That’s my boy,” Mitch added, before pulling him in for a quick hug.
"What's her name?" Auston then asked, as he looked down at your daughter from beside Morgan, "Madelyn," he answered.
"That's so cute," Alannah said, as she leaned up against her boyfriend. 
"Well you did good Mo, I'm happy for you," Zach then voiced, and Morgan sent him a smile, "I did great actually,"
"When do we get to take her home?" Mason then questioned, turning to look back at you.
"Probably sometime late tomorrow or the day after, they just want to make sure she's healthy before then," you explained, and Mason nodded.
The doctor then knocked on your door before he waltzed back into the room. "I'm sorry to interrupt but we need to take Madelyn for testing, just to make sure she's alright, and we need to check to make sure Mom is all good too,"
"No worries, we'll see you guys later," Auston then said, as the five adults exited the room.
"Why don't you take Mace home and you guys can come back tomorrow morning?" you suggested, and Morgan nodded solemnly. You knew he didn't want to leave you but he didn't really have a choice.
As the doctor took Madelyn away, Mason frowned towards you, "You're not coming with us?"
"I can't Mason, I'm not well enough yet," you spoke and he sighed, before leaning down to give you a hug. "I don't want to leave you here all alone,"
"I'll be fine baby, you can come back as soon as you wake up, okay?" you added, looking him in the eyes.
Mason just nodded before giving you a quick kiss and hopping off the bed. Morgan finally then stood and leaned over you to give you a hug. "We'll be back before dawn,"
You chuckled, "I believe you,"
Morgan then smiled before he placed his lips onto yours and gave you a tender kiss. "I love you," he spoke as he pulled away.
"I love you too,"
Two weeks later, you found yourself holding Madelyn in your arms while you rocked away in her nursery. It was nearly four in the morning, but you were wide awake. She had been whimpering earlier in the night, which caused you to walk in and check on her. But even though she had fallen back to sleep, you didn't have the heart to put your daughter back into her crib. You didn't want to leave her alone.
Staring down at her soft features, you couldn't help but smile. She was beautiful. Her small rose bud lips contrasted against her pale skin. Her long eyelashes fanned across the top of her cheeks and her full head of hair danced along her forehead.  She was definitely your baby girl.
The sound of your bedroom light flicking on caught your attention as the hallway lit up. Morgan's footsteps padded against the hardwood hallway, before he walked into Madelyn's nursery.
"Not coming back to bed?" he asked, as he ventured towards you to place a kiss onto the top of your head.
"I can't will myself to leave her, she's just so peaceful," you explained, and Morgan hummed in agreement, as he rubbed your back soothingly.
"You need some sleep too though babe," Morgan then reminded you, causing you to sigh. You knew he was right. Madelyn was bound to be back up in a few hours, which would put an end to your sleep until her nap later in the afternoon.
"I'll take her, you just go back to bed," he then said, before you nodded and carefully handed Maddie over to him before you stood up.
As much as you wanted to believe Morgan was just being helpful, you knew he just wanted some alone time with Madelyn. He adored his baby girl. Any chance he could, he held her in his arms and you knew she was going to be a huge Daddy's girl once she got older. 
Giving him a quick kiss on the lips, you then journeyed out of the nursery and back into your bedroom. Slipping your house coat off, you climbed up onto your mattress and pulled the duvet over you. Snuggling into your pillows, you waited patiently for Morgan to return, knowing he might be a bit.
Staring at the clock on your nightstand, it was about ten minutes later when Morgan rejoined you and slipped back into bed. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder when you felt Morgan's large arms wrap around your centre and pull you into his chest. Pressing his lips onto your shoulder, he held you close and he tried to will himself back to sleep.
"Morgan?" you then questioned, causing him to stir.
"Yeah?" he questioned, his voice sounding groggy once again.
"Thank you," you spoke, causing him to sit up to look down at you.
"For what Y/N?" he asked, looking towards you confused.
Your lips curved upwards, "for everything. For Mason, for Maddie, for loving me as much as you do,"
He grinned lazily before shaking his head, "what's this all about?"
"I'm just happy," you said, "I'm happy I have you, and I'm happy for everything you've given me,"
"Y/N," he sighed, before pulling you back in tightly. 
"I love you Morgan," you proclaimed, and you felt him smile against you.
"I love you too, more then you'll ever know,"
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