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among-starz · 3 years

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MLQC/MLDD boys react to finding you asleep on the bathroom floor.

TW: Mentions of nausea and vomiting

A little backstory, a few years back I used to get horribly nauseous for seemingly no reason, but I'd never throw up. It was always so late at night that I'd eventually doze off on the bathroom floor T-T (I eventually learned it was all an anxiety thing and that's why I never actually puked lol.) So, I thought, might as well get some comfort from some fake boys for this little problem of mine.

Gavin

-Gavin was just getting back from a late-night mission.

-He went to your shared bedroom and was a bit confused as to why you weren't there

-Finds the bathroom light on and the door slightly ajar and he runs walks over to find you asleep over the toilet.

-What?

-He kneels down and gently rubs your back until you stir.

-"You feelin' okay, Pumpkin?" He asks when you're lucid enough to understand him.

-When you tell him you're nauseous, he's immediately on the floor next to you rubbing your back some more.

-He sits extra close so you'll warm up from his body heat to prevent you from catching a cold.

-He'll quickly hold your hair back if you actually vomit and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

-Or, he'll just sit with you until the nausea passes, watching you drift in and out of sleep. When you finally feel okay enough to go back to bed, he'll carry you there.

-"Sorry."

-"You don't have to be sorry, Pumpkin." He says as he sets you down in bed and tucks you in.

-"You must be tired but you sat in the bathroom with me."

-Gavin brushes your hair away from your face as you drift to sleep, "I'll never be too tired to take care of you, silly"

-Stays up a while longer just in case you feel sick again, but will eventually go to sleep when he's sure you're alright.

-Wakes up early the next day to make you breakfast and some tea.

-Will be hesitant about you going to work, but he'll eventually cave after you explain how you're feeling perfectly fine now. He'll let you go on the condition that you take good care of yourself is texting minor and threatening telling him to keep an eye out on you.

-Since he just got off a mission he has the day off and will be there at the speed of light if you start feeling sick again.

Lucien

-My man's a light sleeper, so when you get up to use the bathroom he's awake too.

-What a puppy, he can't sleep without you.

-When ten minutes pass and you haven't come back, he's a bit confused, but brushes it off. His butterfly may just be constipated, he'd been telling you you need to eat more fiber.

-But after a few more minutes, he's padding his way to the bathroom, knocking on the door.

-"MC?"

-No answer

-He tries the door nob, thankfully you left it unlocked.

-Of all the things Lucien thought he would find when he opened that door, you leaning against the wall of the bathroom asleep was not one of them.

-A part of him wanted to laugh, but he was also concerned. He knelt down and gently shook your shoulder.

-You wake with a start, rubbing your eyes.

-"Are you feeling alright, butterfly?"

-You shake your head, "I feel sick" you say, scooting closer to the toilet and hovering over it, afraid you'll puke.

-If you do puke, he'll hold your hair back and gently rub your back until you feel a bit better.

-But if you don't, he'll lead you back to bed and offer to make you a cup of tea or just get you a glass of water.

-Will 100% rub your stomach and cuddle until you fall asleep. But as soon as you're asleep Lucien is trying to think of what could have caused this bought of nausea. Food poisoning? Pregnancy? Anxiety? Maybe all three?

-He'll definitely want to take you to the doctor.

Victor

-When you decided to head to bed early, Victor wasn't at all surprised. You'd been working yourself to the bone lately, and you definitely needed the extra sleep.

-But Victor, being the ever-busy man he is, stayed up to get some more work done.

-He hears you go through your bedtime routine and go to bed.

-And then he hears you go back to the bathroom 10 minutes later.

-He's confused but is so swamped with work it slips his mind. Forgetful? Victor? It's more likely than you think.

-But when he finally finishes his work and gets up to brush his teeth, he finds the bathroom light still on and remembers he never heard you leave.

-He opens the door and finds you laying on the bathroom floor, asleep.

-He gently picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. Despite his efforts to be gentle, you wake up.

-Your turn to be confused, but this sudden ride has got you more nauseous than before, so you don't say anything.

-"Do I want to know why you were asleep in the bathroom?" Plz Victor, just tell her you're concerned.

-"Felt nauseous." you say as he places you down in bed. You stay sitting up, afraid that you'll puke all over the bed if you lay down.

-"Dummy, you'll catch a cold like that, sleeping on the floor."

-Tired, nauseous, overworked, and emotional you start crying at that remark. Great job Victor

-He gently wipes the tears away but on the inside, he's all "Shit shit shit, she's crying."

-He places a kiss on your forehead and leaves the room, coming back with a plastic bucket/trash can, a glass of water, and some crackers.

-Will sit in bed with you until you puke or fall asleep, and he won't get any sleep that night because he's too busy worrying about you making sure you don't puke all over his expensive sheets.

-Is extremely mad with himself, first he overworked you to the point of vomiting, and then he made you cry? He'll insist you take a few days off to recuperate RIP Anna

-During your days off, he'll pamper you. Make you meals that taste amazing and are easy on your stomach, doting on your every whim.

-Will definitely learn to tell when you're overworked and need a break, and if that doesn't help the nausea, he'll take you to see the best doctors around to figure out why you're getting sick.

Kiro

-Kiro's 100% a heavy-ass sleeper, so he doesn't wake up when you get up and go to the bathroom.

-His bladder wakes him up early the next morning, and he finds your side of the bed empty.

-He gets up to use the bathroom and finds the light on.

-"MCCCCC, hurry up! I need to peeeeeee." He's currently dancing around like a toddler.

-He tries the door and is relieved to find it unlocked. He'll pee in the shower if he has to, goddamn it, he's about to die here.

-Thankfully, the toilet is free and he doesn't have to resort to that yet.

-Where are you? He doesn't question it. bladder full, head empty

-When Kiro's finally done, he turns around to wash his hands an-

-"AHHHHHHHH!"

-Kiro finds you, screaming on the floor of the bathroom where you were sleeping seconds before.

-"What the hell, Kiro?"

-"You scared me!" If he hadn't just gone pee, he woulda peed himself (Jesus I'm sorry)

-"What were you doing on the floor?"

-"I felt sick, I must have fallen asleep."

-Suddenly, Kiro is sitting down next to you, hand on your forehead, checking your temperature "Did you sleep here all night?" Kiro is worried

-"Uhh,,," He'll take that as a yes

-Suddenly, you're in his arms being carried back to bed. He sets you down and wraps the quilt around you tightly.

-You tell him you have to get ready for work soon, but he won't hear it.

-"You're staying home today, Miss Chips."

-"But I don't feel sick anymore."

-"You slept on the BATHROOM floor, MC!" He's right

-If Kiro can help it, he's staying home with you. Pampering you with warm drinks and foods that won't upset your stomach. No chips or sweets for you today. Kiro, you're starting to sound like Savin.

-But if he absolutely has to be somewhere, he'll call or text you every chance he gets, making sure you're feeling okay and that you're eating properly.

-Will probably want to take you to the doctor, but won't force you to go.

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bookishofalder · 3 years

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Pretty Girl - Two

Summary: In which Flip struggles with his feelings for the reader, and his emotions hit the breaking point when she is threatened.

Warnings: Swearing, suggestion of slur (not written), masturbation, violence, angry Flip, sexism. WC- 3,030

A/N- I rewrote this chapter a few times to get it just right, I really wanted to convey the struggle Flip is having. Feedback is appreciated!

It was late October, the chill in the air crisp as the apple cider (Y/N) had brewed and brought in to the station, using a hot plate to keep it warm. It filled the whole building with the scent, which was a pleasant upgrade from the usual mix of cigarette smoke and body odour and leather. She had even commissioned the local elementary school to draw autumn-themed pictures for decoration. As a way to boost morale and community engagement, she proudly displayed them in the lobby for everyone to admire when they came to and from the station.

Flip had teased her when he found her one morning, standing on a chair to tape the photos up. Now slightly taller than him, she turned with care and playfully glared down at him.

“One more word, detective, and I’ll be assigning you to take over the job,” she threatened, then added, “I should have done that in the first place, actually. You don’t even need the chair.”

He laughed loudly, “Apologies, I know it’s not your fault you’re so-“

“Seriously, don’t finish that sentence, Flip!” She giggled, her hand reaching out and ruffling his hair. Before Flip could react fully to the sensation of it, she was shooing him away and chastising him for distracting her. She grinned as he retreated, his hands in the air in surrender.

However, he had spent the rest of that day replaying the feel of her hand on his head.

Although neither of them had discussed it, it had become a routine for Flip to give (Y/N) rides to and from work regularly. They both enjoyed each other's company, their friendship solidifying, and it wasn’t like he had to go out of his way. To thank him, (Y/N) insisted on bringing him breakfast. Fried egg sandwiches and a hot dark roast coffee were handed to him every morning. Along with her endearing ability to make him smile, Flip was more than satisfied with the arrangement.

If their colleagues at the CSPD noticed the closeness developing between Flip and (Y/N), none remarked on it initially to either of them. Secretly, many of the detectives who knew Flip were beyond grateful for the friendship, as it brought out a side of him that they would all agree, if asked, was more tolerable and likeable to his usual angry demeanour.

It wasn’t until a young rookie officer had spotted them arrive one morning a few weeks after Flip had started driving in with (Y/N), that the rest of the station came to learn the relationship was more important to him than he let on. His rare show of emotions the indication that alerted them.

The rookie had met up with Flip in the bullpen, loudly inquiring as to whether he was banging the hot new secretary, a cocky grin on his face, expecting perhaps a joking reply, or scandalous gossip.

For most of the detectives in the room that knew Flip, a collective intake of their breath and exchange of weary glances took place. They had watched apprehensively as he had turned to Caruthers, a glare that defined to term, ‘if looks could kill’ marring his handsome features. Flip then knocked the coffee out of Caruthers's hands and jabbed him in the chest as he had shouted. The rookie had nearly pissed himself, apologizing profusely before running off. Flip had then glared around the room, daring anyone else to suggest such a thing, but no one was stupid enough, and those who Flip worked closely with were better men than the likes of Caruthers.

As Flip had taken his seat, his blood boiling at the inappropriate question, he considered the reason for his over the top reaction. (Y/N) had brought a lot of happiness into his life, filling a void he hadn’t taken the time to recognize had grown over the last few years. Loneliness, the acceptance of retaining his bachelor status permanently. And the realization, when she would casually touch him, that he was touch starved. He was already comfortable with, and protective of, their friendship. The last thing he wanted at that moment was for her to overhear Caruthers suggestion, should it cause a rift between them.

And, if he was honest with himself, he recognized that his feelings for her were...complicated. If he were to see a reaction in her at the suggestion they were sleeping together, he was not sure what that could do to them. The idea that Flip could lose (Y/N) terrified him.

So he actively worked to push his feelings down, preferring the safety of friendship. The safety of routine and the expected.

Today, Flip and Jimmy returned from a successful arrest on a perp they’d been following for weeks. They had managed to nail him while he was completing a small drug shipment from his mother’s garage. The whole arrest took them only just over an hour, and it was clean-the suspect, upon seeing the two detectives, surrendered.

When they arrived back at the station, Flip lingered outside to finish his smoke, feeling pretty satisfied with how the arrest went down and looking forward to sharing the success with (Y/N). He never told her anything classified, however in her position she was privy to a lot of sensitive information. She knew the details of most of the cases the detectives worked on.

He found it effortless to share the good days straight away, enjoying the way her features lit up at his words. Regardless of what she was working on, she would give him her full attention. The bad days she coaxed out of Flip with care during the drive to her home, always ready to comfort him or offer words of encouragement.

“Did you have a rough day, detective?” She had asked him one afternoon as they walked to his truck. He had been silent when approaching her at the end of the day, giving her a brief nod as she joined his pace and they hurried out of the station.

Flip had glanced down at her, unable to keep the frown off of his face. She merely tilted her head, her eyes soft as she waited patiently for him to speak, to say whatever he needed to. He had taken a deep breath before relenting.

“Just, usual bullshit from the Chief, about a case I worked just before you joined us.” He wasn’t able to elaborate, the entire case classified. Even files had been destroyed to keep it under wraps. Which was part of the reason he was so annoyed-he felt they could have accomplished more if they’d remained undercover longer. The Chief wholly disagreed.

Part of Flip had wondered if she would tease him, or tell him off for whining; a reaction that would have been entirely unsurprising from any of his fellow detectives. “Flip, do me a favour, tough man?” She had asked instead, leaning slightly against the side of his truck and gazing up at him.

“What’s that, darling?”

(Y/N) smiled, “When you walk through those doors at the end of the day,” She gestured at the main entrance, “You leave all the bullshit behind, don’t take it home with you anymore.”

He returned her smile, shrugging, “What if it’s too much to leave behind?” He hadn’t meant for the words to come out so quietly. (Y/N) stepped closer to him, their bodies inches apart, and Flip found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her (y/e/c) eyes.

“Then let me help you carry it, at least.” She had replied, voice equally as soft.

After a pause, she had patted his arm gently before moving to climb into the truck.

“Flip,” He glanced up, pulled from his thoughts, to see Jimmy standing at the main station doors. His expression was unusually annoyed. Flip tossed his smoke, stomping it out.

“What is it?”

Jimmy shook his head, “You ain’t gonna like this.” And he pulled open the door. The sounds of a man shouting were the first thing to reach Flip’s ears, and he followed Jimmy inside, curious.

The shouting man had his finger angrily pointed at (Y/N), who was standing behind the counter. His yells echoed off the walls, a jarring contrast to the warmth and professionalism the station usually exuded. (Y/N) was positioned somewhat defensively in front of Donna-who Flip only noticed as he was approaching-her jaw set and mouth in a thin line. His eyes assessed her quickly, taking in her crossed arms and narrowed eyes, while he moved toward the scene with fast steps.

“I don’t give a god damn that he’s a police detective, I’m telling you no-” As the man uttered a slur, Flip’s frown morphed into a glare. He made his way down the hall unnoticed by everyone, all attention on the man. He hated when men cursed and uttered slurs in front of ladies. He especially hated that it was being directed at (Y/N). “-is going to be arresting my son, no sir, now you get that damn-“

“Sir, I’m not going to tell you again, your son was arrested, lawfully by a respected Detective of this station. Now lower your voice and I would be happy to take you to see your son and meet the detective.” Flip had never seen her angry-or even annoyed-but at that moment her eyes were narrowed, lips twisted in distaste as if the irritation tasted sour on her tongue. He did not like seeing (Y/N) upset, nor treated so poorly.

Her reasonable words served to merely enrage the large man further, his face reddening as he stepped closer to the counter. Flip, still unnoticed, moved to step in and lead the man away, his intention simply to diffuse the situation. However, there was a pressure building in his chest; the next few moments seemed to slow down in his red hazed vision, his willpower strong enough to remain professional, his hand reaching out to touch the man's shoulder-

Only the fucker pointed, his dirty hand inches from (Y/N)’s face, and rudely snarled, “Shut up bitch, and get me a white detective to talk to before I-“

The pressure hit a breaking point.

Flip instead seized that hand and twisted it behind the asshole’s back. A growl ripped from his chest as he used his free hand to grab the back of the man's neck and force him down, bending him over the counter. A wave of gratification swept through Flip when the man grunted in pain and surprise, his face pressed to the countertop.

“You were looking for a white Detective, I hear?” He snarled, his grip too tight for the man to struggle against. Flip was much too angry, a fact that his rational mind was concerning over-he had been fine moments before. Movement out of the corner of his eye had Flip glancing up, his eyes meeting (Y/N)’s over the desk. “You alright, darling?” His voice considerably softer as he surveyed her, concerned.

She nodded, her eyes holding his gaze steadily. “Just fine, Detective.” (Y/N) quickly assured him. Flip thought he saw something pass through her gaze, but before he could read it, it was gone. Something about that look had the thundering rage inside of him fading, which was for the best. He loosened his grip, slightly, resisting the urge to cause further harm.

Adrenaline coursed through Flip’s body, eyes never breaking away from hers. She seemed to draw him in, the look alone calming him further.

“Alright, sir, you’re coming with me, we’re going to have a little chat on how we conduct ourselves around ladies.” Jimmy stepped up, smirking, and cuffed the man. Flip looked away from (Y/N), and watched his partner and a uniformed officer lead the man away.

Flip momentarily considered following, but thought better of it. He drew a steadying breath of air, his anger dissolving as quickly as it had come on.

“Oh Donna, are you okay?”

Flip turned at the sound of (Y/N)‘s voice. Donna was visibly upset, her gentle nature affected. (Y/N), it seemed, was much less shaken. She wrapped her arms around Donna and gave her a comforting hug.

“I’m being silly, really,” Donna gulped, wiping at her eyes, “I’ve seen it all, at my age, you know. I just really worried he was going to hop the counter!”

(Y/N) patted her back, “I did too, but we’re alright, thanks to Detective Zimmerman. Why don’t you head home early?”

Flip agreed, ignoring the swell of pride at her words, “You don’t need to be worrying about us, Donna, you go ahead home and tell Carl I defended your honour on his behalf.” Flip joked, causing his matronly friend to give a shaky laugh and wipe away her tears. (Y/N) gave him a grateful look.

Flip stuck around while Donna gathered her things and bid them farewell, never taking his eyes off of (Y/N). She had walked over to the benches that lined the wall, taking a seat and letting her head fall back against the brick. Waving happily as Donna walked out, her smile dropped when she was out of sight.

She heaved a big sigh, watching as Flip joined her. His arm pressed against hers, neither of them adjusting their positions to move away. He said nothing, knowing she would speak when she was ready. They sat in silence for a few minutes, staring across at the silly pictures the kids had drawn.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that, Flip,” (Y/N) finally said, shaking her head sadly. Flip stared down at her a moment, raising his brow.

“There is nothing for you to be apologizing for, darling.”

“I-I know, I suppose I just...” She trailed off, glancing away. When she didn’t look like she would finish her thought, he decided to joke and change the subject, though he filed her reaction away in the part of his mind he reserved for her failings at caring for herself. It ultimately served to provide him with excuses to care for her in his own ways, as a friend would.

A friend, only.

“You want me to go in there and rough him up a bit?” Flip wished he was fully kidding, but part of him would have been happy to go and knock the asshole around if she’d asked him to.

Instead, she laughed at his words, an arguably much better result. He smiled at the melody of her voice “Flip, thanks for shutting him up.” She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes, an almost coy expression appearing.

Giving no real thought behind the action, simply following his instincts, Flip reached out and gently tucked some loose strands of (y/h/c) hair behind her ear. His hand lingered there a moment, before dropping abruptly, “Of course.” His voice came out in a rumble, “No one will ever speak to you like that around me, darling.”

She had watched him with her wide, beautiful eyes as he’d spoken, barely moving when he’d touched her hair. She was regarding him now with affection; he could see it clearly.

“My best friend, the protector.” She teased, breaking the frisson that had built between them, much to his relief.

Flip smirked down at her, though his heart was beating tirelessly in his chest and his mind was reeling. She patted his leg before standing, thanking him again. He watched her walk back to the reception desk, his expression unreadable. While he was fairly sure he could return to his desk, Flip decided to go outside for another smoke. chastising himself for the direction his thoughts had moved; from the intensity of his anger to the guilt of imagining filthy scenarios with his best friend.

When she had teased him, it was the first time the term had been used. And he found himself torn, feeling both touched at the sentiment, yet disappointed at its platonic connotation.

Flip returned home that evening in an overwhelmed state of mind, after a quiet car ride with (Y/N). She had thanked him again before hurrying inside her home. He wanted to stop her, to ask about the look on her face earlier.

He wanted to ask her why the first word that came to mind to describe it was hungry.

Bristling, he sought release immediately, not bothering to undress beyond kicking off his boats and lowering his jeans to his thighs. He stood in his bedroom panting, one hand on his dresser to keep him steady, as he fisted his already hard length. He was desperate, sensitive from weeks of pent up sexual frustration he had pointedly ignored.

A guttural moan ripped from his chest as Flip finally allowed the thoughts of (Y/N) to the forefront of his mind; thoughts of her glowing skin, soft to his touch, her body quivering as he explored head to toe, kissing every inch. His hand moved quickly, the tension building within him swiftly. It only took a few more pumps as he imagined his name on her lips in ecstasy, pleading for him not to stop...

With a cry, he came-the wave of pleasure pulsing through his body as his cum spurted, coating his hand and dripping to the floor. "Fuck!" His head tilted back.

His legs trembled, perspiration coating his skin; he crashed from his high and quickly sat on the edge of his bed, gasping for air. After only a few moments of relief, the guilt seeped back into the front of Flip’s mind.

He sighed, “Flip, you’re a piece of garbage.” He muttered to himself, eyes closing in disgust. He fell back, now laying on his bed, chewing his lip as he considered everything that had happened. His mind was now much clearer.

And there was simply no denying, the expression on (Y/N)'s face had not been of fear or concern. It had been of arousal. Flip wasn't sure of how he would react if he ever saw that look cross her face again, and so he fretted at the best way to move forward.

Would telling her how he felt, and risking their friendship, be the right move? Or was Flip too selfish, too cowardly, to admit his feelings?

Flip didn't sleep a wink.

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atths--twice · 3 years

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A Late Night

Scully is up late working on a presentation for work, but it does not go according to plan, tiredness winning out, and Mulder awakens in search of her.

A friend sent me this photo, telling me this is somewhat how she pictures the rarely seen room off the living room in the UH. It made me, of course, think of a story. A sweet bit of fluff I hope you enjoy. ❤️

November 2010

Scully yawned deeply as she pushed back from the desk and stood up. Her back groaned as she stretched and shuffled to the kitchen for another cup of coffee.

It was late and she was tired, but she had to finish her work before she went to bed. Yawning again as she poured the coffee into her mug, she let out her breath louder than she intended.

Picking up the mug, she glanced up the stairs as she walked quietly back to the small room off the living room they had deemed “the library.” It was full of books, some nature pictures she had liked and framed, medical journals, and a small desk. She used it as her home office sometimes, Mulder’s feeling far too chaotic with its stacks of folders, newspaper clippings, and photographs for her to find a sense of calm in order to get any work done.

Setting her mug down on a side table, she picked up her laptop and her notes, and sat down in the large light gray chaise lounge chair, shifting the cream colored throw pillows behind her. She sighed as she stared at the computer screen, the cursor flashing as it waited to be of service. Picking up her mug, she took a drink of coffee and set it back down on the table. Letting out a deep breath, she began to type, yawning behind her hand, determined to finish her task.

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Mulder woke up from an odd dream, sitting up and looking around their dark bedroom. He yawned as he rubbed his face and stood up, stretching and stumbling toward the bedroom door. He walked down the stairs and shivered as he headed toward the library, seeing the light inside glowing faintly like a homing beacon. Entering the room, he smiled at the sight before him.

Scully was asleep, her mouth open, glasses perched on her nose, her laptop slipping sideways onto the chair. He gently lifted it and the screen glowed brightly asking for her password. He entered it and saved the document she had been working on. Closing the computer, he set it on the small desk. As he took off her glasses, she stirred and opened her eyes.

“Mm. Oh… noooo,” she groaned with a whine. “What time is it?” He chuckled softly as she stretched, sliding further down into the chair.

“It’s late, Doc,” he said, smiling at her pouty frown. “Or early, depending on how you look at it.”

“Hmm,” she whined and he chuckled again.

“Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

“I don’t think I can get up,” she breathed, burrowing into a pillow.

“Okay,” he said with a nod, setting her glasses on the desk and reaching for the throw on the back of the chair. He shook it out and covered her, smiling as she smiled contentedly. “Goodnight, hon.”

“No. Stay with me,” she said, one eye popping open sleepily.

“Scully…”

“There’s enough room. Come on. Just a few minutes.” She moved to lay on her right side and lifted the throw, inviting him to join her. He smiled with a nod, and laid down beside her, wrapping them both in the throw and pulling her close.

“Just a few minutes,” he restated and she nodded against his chest.

“You’re so warm,” she whispered with a hum. “You smell good. Like laundry… and… Mulder.” She yawned deeply and he smiled, running his leg over hers.

“And you smell of coffee,” he said, pulling back to kiss her. “Taste of it too. It didn’t help, huh?”

“Mmm no,” she hummed, moving closer to him. “Too tired. Oh… my document.” She started to pull back, groaning as she made to sit up.

“Document saved,” he reassured her, helping her to settle once more. “Automatically and manually.”

“Mmm. Good man,” she whispered, kissing his neck softly. “Thank you.” He nodded and rubbed her back, humming quietly in her ear.

Within minutes, she was asleep, breathing deeply as he continued humming, until he too fell asleep.

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Scully opened her eyes and stretched. Frowning, she looked around as she sat up, the early morning light coming in gently through the curtains. She laid back down and wrapped the throw around her, closing her eyes with a sigh as she thought of finishing her work before she had to leave at noon. It was nearly there, but she was not ready to face it just yet.

But then, the scent of fresh coffee forced her eyes open and she took a deep breath. Stretching once more, she rose from the chaise lounge chair, bringing the throw and wrapping it around her to ward off the chill of the morning.

She saw Mulder at the kitchen counter, pouring coffee into two mugs, adding cream and sugar to one and stirring it with a spoon. She smiled as she walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her cheek on his back.

“Hey. I was just going to bring this to you,” he said, rubbing her arm with his free hand. “Do you want some breakfast? I was thinking French toast.”

“Hmm. That sounds good, but not yet. Just the coffee for now.” She kissed the middle of his back and he chuckled softly. He turned around and she enveloped him with the throw, his arms wrapping around her and holding her close.

“Were you comfortable enough last night?” she asked, as they began to sway slightly.

“You’re talking to a guy who spent the better part of his younger adulthood sleeping on a couch,” he teased and she smiled.

“But that couch was long enough for you to lay on comfortably. This one isn’t exactly the same.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, drawing slow circles on her back, causing her to shiver. “My feet hung off the edge a little, but it was a small price to pay to sleep next to the woman I love.”

“So cheesy,” she whispered with a smile as he exhaled a laugh and she closed her eyes, letting out a gentle sigh. Pulling back, she stared at him and he smiled, bringing his hands up to hold her face, and bending his head for a kiss.

“How about I bring the coffees to the library?” he asked, his thumbs rubbing her temples softly, his fingers scratching gently against her scalp and she sighed.

“Sounds great. I need to use the bathroom and brush my teeth,” she said, tasting her bad breath and knowing he had tasted it as well. It definitely was not the first time, or the last, but it was still not exactly pleasant.

He smiled, kissing her again, silently saying he was not fazed by her morning breath. She smiled and stepped back, laying the throw on the couch as she passed, shivering in the chilly room.

A few minutes later, she joined him on the chaise lounge, snuggling together as they drank coffee, the throw covering them both. They spoke of the work she would need to get done soon, him promising French toast to fuel her when she was ready to eat. She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder, his lips quietly kissing the top of it.

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“You got everything?” he asked and she nodded with a smile as she zipped her bag.

“I do. Thank you.” She walked over to him as he held her coat for her, sliding it up her arms and lifting her hair from inside as she adjusted the coat and turned around. “Thank you for breakfast and listening to the presentation. I know it’s not exactly the most exciting information.”

“Hey, Doc… if anyone can make long medical jargon interesting, it’s you.”

“Bet you say that to all the girls,” she teased and he smiled with a shake of his head.

“Don’t know any girls. Just you, woman.” She grinned and raised up on tiptoes for a kiss. He obliged her, his tongue running softly across her sweet lips. She pitched forward and steadied herself with a hand on his chest.

“Not fair to kiss me like that as I’m walking out the door,” she whispered and he chuckled, kissing her once more.

“Just reminding you to hurry home,” he said innocently and she hummed, staring into his eyes as she took a deep breath.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“I’ll be here, Doc.”

“Hmm,” she hummed again and stepped away, shaking her head. He smiled at the way his kiss could still affect her, just as hers did to him.

He followed her to the door, her bag and car keys in hand, and stopped on the porch as she continued down the steps and to the car. Placing her bag in the backseat, she closed the door and turned to him with a smile.

“I love you.”

“So cheesy,” he said, echoing her words back to her and her smile widened. He walked down the steps and brushed her hair back behind her ear, his thumb softly stroking her cheek. “I love you too.”

They stared at one another, both smiling happily. He kissed her, a chaste sweet kiss, and she hummed against his lips.

“I gotta go,” she whispered and he nodded as he stepped back but she did not move, staring at him as she licked her lips.

“Get outta here,” he chuckled and she shook her head as she opened her door.

“Stop being so goddamn adorable and I can. Jesus…” He laughed and stepped up the first two steps backwards, waving as she closed her door and shook her head again.

She drove away and he went back inside with a smile, walking to the kitchen to clean up the breakfast mess, a plan for a nice dinner and some wine already forming in his mind.

He turned on the water to warm it, smiling as he thought of her happy face when she walked in after a long day and found candles lit on the table, soft music playing in the background, and a home cooked meal waiting to be shared together.

#xf fanfic #msr #happiness #the x-files #working late at night #snuggling #cuddling #sleeping together #coffee #fluff and humor #domestic fluff #fluff #love #the domestic msr kills me

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obviously-best-potions-master · 4 years

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Good Morning

Chapter 63

Word count: 1448

Warnings: smut, 18+

Although the sun has already risen and filled your quarters with warm yellow light, it was still too early to get up as for Saturday. Snape turned to you as he opened his eyes. You slept peacefully next to him, lying on your back, your head slightly tilted to the side. Snape rose up on the elbow and bent over you to get a better view of your features. He gently stroked your cheek, brushing strands of hair from your forehead and kissed your temple. He loved you so much, you gave him life. He felt so protective about you. You were the only person in the world so close to him, a person who meant so much to him. How long he’s been dreaming of you, and now you belonged to him. This fact made him infinitely happy.

Having no intention to wake you, he softly stroked your face, examining every inch of it. You were so beautiful. He still couldn't believe that you accepted him. But he felt how much you needed him, and this feeling dispelled all his doubts.

Your eyelashes fluttered and you smiled slightly as you sensed his gentle touch. Leisurely opening your eyes, you saw him bending over you, his black hair falling over his face, and you reached out to tuck it away.

“Good morning, dear,” you were happy he was beside. It was so safe, so comfortable in his strong loving arms.

“Get some more sleep, it's too early,” he whispered.

“Hug me then,” you turned to him, and he laid on his back, stretching out his hand so that you could snuggle on his shoulder. Once your head touched his chest, he wrapped you into his hold, pressing you tightly to himself, and soon you fell asleep again.

Snape loved to feel your body so close, your soft skin on his. Enjoying your calm breathing, he also drifted in a slumber.

A few hours later Snape was the first to wake up again. You missed breakfast long ago, so, carefully freeing himself from your embrace, so as not to wake you, he quietly got up and dressed.

Snape brought breakfast to your room. Leaving the tray of food on the side table, he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned towards to plant soft gentle kisses over your eyes, your cheeks, the corners of your mouth, and finally reaching your lips.

You took a deep breath and reluctantly opened your eyes.

“Severus,” you drawled sleepily, breaking into a smile.

“So, are you ready for Hogsmeade?” he smirked slyly.

You widened your eyes in surprise. “But Evander and Beata are still here!”

“Does their presence change something?” his voice so low. Shivers ran down your spine at the silky sound of it. You chuckled and your eyes flashed foxily.

“What?” Snape smiled.

“Nothing,” you giggled, “I just thought you hit the jackpot.”

Snape was taken aback by your unexpected statement, and you laughed at his astounded look.

“Tell me, how is it possible that so many virtues happened to gather within just one person?” you reached out for him, clasping your hands around his neck.

Embarrassed, Snape smiled awkwardly.

“You’re so handsome, so strong, so powerful!” you listed his qualities, tangling his hair and looking into his eyes with a happy smile. “And your voice, Sev ... It drives me crazy!”

Snape felt his cheeks turn red. He watched you with both bewilderment and admiration.

You drew him closer and lured him into a tender kiss full of devotion, which grew more and more passionate awakening in you a sinful desire to become obscenely close to your man.

“And you can give me such an incredible, indescribable pleasure,” you whispered hotly in his ear, tearing away from his lips.

Proud of himself, because you thought so, Snape grinned lustfully. Your words seemed to lit a firework in his chest, which exploded inside with millions of flares.

“You want me to please you, don’t you?” he growled softly, kissing your neck.

“Yes, Sev...” you exhaled feverishly.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, melting into your skin. Tasting every inch of your body he kissed his way down, slowly sinking to your breasts. You arched your back in a lustful urge once his lips landed on your nipple and let out a quiet moan. His hands squeezed your soft forms, greedily yet delicately.

His tongue licked circles around sensitive spots of yours, sending sweet tickles to your groin. Utterly immersed in divine sensation, he sucked you selflessly, letting go off you from time to time and slightly blowing on your hardened areolas to bite you again.

“Oh, Sev...” you already felt the pain between your legs, desperately craving him to relieve you.

He slid his hand down along your curves, and your hips jerked up in search for so much needed contact. Unable to endure any longer, you breathed heavily.

“What are you doing?” you whimpered as he crawled lower, spreading your legs and kissing the inner surface of your thighs, closer and closer to your salacious entrance. Throwing your legs over his shoulders, he slightly parted your folds and licked your clitoris, bringing about another moan from you.

Dissolved in blissful fervor, he sucked you persistently, increasing the tension which promised to burst out any moment if he continued. But he didn’t. He slowed down right before the desired moment to start all over again, keeping you on the edge of insanity. You buried your fingers into his hair, pulling hard, unable to control yourself.

“Oh Merlin, Severus,” you exclaimed, yearning for release, “oh Merlin, please...”

Snape slowly shoved his finger into your soaking warmth and pressed rhythmically on the swollen knob to make your pleasure more intense, more overwhelming.

A sweet wave washed over you, and you shivered, squeezing his head between your thighs. He was in no hurry to back away, he continued sucking you gently, his finger still working inside, to prolong euphoric moment.

When you relaxed a little, he climbed onto you with a contented grin, looming over you. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

But this wasn’t enough. No matter how good he made you feel, you itched to have him inside, to let his impressive size fill you up to the hilt. Panting, barely catching your breath, you pushed him onto his back, and straddled the man, hastily freeing him from his pants. You hated those stupid buttons which separated you from his hard throbbing shaft. Snape watched you struggling with his fly, enjoying it how determined you handled his pants, inevitably causing some pressure on his needy cock, arousing even stronger desire than before. When you were ready, Snape could no longer hold back; he grabbed your hips and sat you atop.

You moaned loudly, once you felt him inside. He was so thick, so hard. Snape’s vision blurred as you took him in, enveloping him into soaking mind-blowing heat. You moved smoothly, gradually picking up your pace. Firmly fixed you in his hands, Snape sank you deeper, giving you hard violent bumps. He stretched you so good, his cock rubbing against the lump too sensitive to bear the strain.

“Ahh,” your legs squeezed his sides, and he loosened his grip, not letting go of you completely, yet giving you the freedom to move the way you needed. You slowly wiggled your hips around him, until the last wave of bliss faded away, and collapsed onto his chest. Snape nuzzled into your hair, inhaling your scent he’s always found intoxicating.

“Sev…” you giggled exhaustedly.

“Hm?” he responded, his fingers digging in the flesh of your buttocks, as he began to slowly slide you up and down his length.

“No, Sev,” you laughed, straightening up and realizing you no longer had the strength. But Snape knew what he was doing. Each time his thrusts got harder and harder, making you feel better and better.

Dying with pleasure, he was at the limit. However, seeing you cum for him another time was something he couldn’t help. Once your body trembled in sweet convulsions again, he finally allowed himself to release all the tension that was growing in him.

He growled deep in his throat, filling you with his seed.

Exhausted yet so happy you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Sev...” you exhaled, unable to find words, “oh my, Sev...”

He laughed softly, feeling the strength leave him too.

“You’re a miracle, dear...” he whispered, holding you in his arms and stroking your hair.

It took you a while to come to your senses.

Finally, you rose on your elbow and looked him in the eyes grinning broadly and contentedly. “Good morning, love!”

#snape #severus snape #snape imagines #severus snape imagine #snape x reader #severus snape x reader #snape fanfiction #severus snape fanfiction

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cuddlepilefics · 3 years

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The lights went out

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Felix

Caregiver: mostly 3racha

request by @kilixsstuff

Noone’s POV.:

It was late at night, when Felix startled from his sleep. He was drenched in sweat and disoriented. It was still dark outside, so the young Aussie had no idea what had woken him up. Seeing he still had three hours left till they needed to get up, Felix tried to go back to sleep but sleep wouldn’t come. Instead he became more aware of his sweat-soaked shirt and decided to change it quickly. The moment he got off the bed however, the room spun and his stomach turned along with the shift of his vision. Once he became of the nausea licking at the back of his throat, it was impossible to ignore it. Figuring it was better to move to the bathroom, just in case, the boy supported himself against the wall and snuck off as quiet as possible to not wake his roommates. On shaky legs he stumbled to the bathroom, flinching when the light stabbed his eyes. Only now did Felix become aware of the headache pounding mercilessly behind his brow. Switching off the light again, the dancer sat in the dark room, leaning against the bathtub close to the toilet. His mouth was watering and getting too tired and nauseous to swallow it all back, he hung his head over the bowl and just let it drip. True, he felt absolutely disgusting doing it but the boy was still sleepy. His eyelids kept closing and he was slowly drifting off again, when suddenly his body convulsed, sending a stream of last night’s dinner past his lips with barely any warning. Being startled awake again, the Aussie tried to suppress the next gag that pulled at his throat. He soon lost the fight, retching up more. Felix desperately tried to stay quiet, despite always craving comfort when he wasn’t feeling well, he didn’t want to wake any of his members. They were all exhausted and needed their sleep. His plan to let them sleep started to waver when a forceful heave scraped his throat and brought tears to his eyes. The soft sniffles turned into weak sobs, which turned into stronger hiccups that shook his frame and upset his stomach more, causing him to choke up small waves every now and then. By now his throat was on fire and his head thumped more than ever. Felix wouldn’t have found the strength to get up again, if it wasn’t for the chills, convincing him he wanted a warm shower and one of Chan’s sweaters over anything else, even if that meant he had to move.

Getting his shirt of was a struggle. The damp fabric clung to the dancer’s back and his arms were felt weak and heavy. When the shirt finally came off, his arms shook from the effort. Felix sat in the shower and let the water run down his head and back, making his hair stick to his forehead. The hot water soothed the both, the chills and his aching muscles, when did they even get so sore anyways? The dancer completely lost track of time, not getting around to washing his hair because lifting his arms sounded way too exhausting to him. Instead, he stared into the drain for what felt like forever, dozing off, only to be brought back to his senses by the clenching of his stomach. Barely even trying, a weak gag brought up some bile. Dazed, Felix watched the small yellow trickle make its way to the drain. With a sigh, he turned off the water and forced himself up on shaky legs.

Wrapped in his towel, the young Aussie snuck back to his room, putting on loose sweatpants and stealing one of Chan’s hoodies from the leader’s closet, before curling up on his bed. They’d have to get up in thirty minutes anyways, so going back to sleep was not an option. Today their schedule consisted mostly of recording, so he was glad about not having to move too much. What he dreaded though, was the concert they’d have that night, which was also the reason he couldn’t tell his members about not feeling well. If he did, they’d probably nap while waiting for his turn to record but they’d also make him sit out during their concert and that was not an option. Felix loved Stay and would feel guilty if he didn’t give them his best, so he had to hide his struggle from his friends. He was mostly worried about Chan finding out, because the leader was so attentive and would always notice such things. The younger of the two Aussies usually hated when the other was stressed but today it was exactly what he hoped for, so the older wouldn’t pay as close attention to him.

When their alarm rang, Felix was immediately got up and got ready to ensure nobody would get the feeling he was lagging behind. “Hey Lix, are you not going to have breakfast with us?”, Changbin questioned, making Chan frown at the younger Aussie. The dancer paled at the thought of food but quickly managed to come up with an excuse: “I woke up really early today, hyung. Sorry, I already got hungry and didn’t wait for you.” The rapper accepted this with a nod, knowing the younger hated to resist his hunger and would usually eat right after getting up. To Felix this was the perfect strategy because he couldn’t possibly throw up again, if there was nothing inside him. Not being able to be around food, the boy went back to his room to wait for the others to get ready to head out. Being alone in his room also allowed him to let his guard down for only a bit, so he curled in on himself hugging one of his plushies and closing his eyes. “Hey, are you sure, you’re ok, Lixxie?”, Chan asked when he walked into their room to change. Startling, the younger sat up and forced a small and tired smile onto his face: “Don’t worry, hyung. I couldn’t sleep properly and was awake really early, so I’m kinda tired.” – “Ah, it’s ok. Maybe you could nap for a bit when it’s not your turn to record”, Chan offered, lifting a huge weight off the younger’s chest. Felix would get the chance to sleep at least a bit of his illness away without anyone noticing because they knew he was tired. “Thanks Channie”, he nodded and they both headed out.

The car ride to the studio was hell for Felix, the movement of the vehicle made his stomach churn and he could feel the small amount of liquid he drank slosh painfully with each turn of the road. Quietly, he rested his head on Jeongin’s shoulder and closed his eyes. The maknae giggled cutely and pet his hyung’s hair, whispering: “You really didn’t sleep much, hyungie?” The dancer shook his head, keeping his eyes shut. His members frowned in sympathy. They barely got enough sleep with the tight schedule they usually had, so not being able to sleep during a more relaxed night really sucked. Especially when there was a concert the next day. “If you want to, you can sleep on me when we’re at the studio, so you’ll be well rested for the concert later”, Changbin chuckled, smiling at the small “please”. They were all fine with Felix taking it a bit slower than usual and not being as energetic as usual. The dancer was glad about the affection he got from his friends without them even knowing how miserable he really felt.

Felix took Changbin up on his offer of becoming the Aussie’s human pillow as soon as they arrived at the studio. He was scheduled rather late anyways, so might as well get some sleep now. Only waking up again, when Changbin had to get up to record, Felix was hit with a wave of intense nausea and quickly got up. He tried to walk at a natural pace till he exited the room, then he darted down the hallway and bursting into the restroom. The dancer barely made it in time to retch up some watery bile. He was stunned that he even had anything in him to bring up but didn’t have much time to ponder on it before hunching over again. The strain made his already achy head pound harder and his throat burn. The dancer fought to settle his rebelling stomach, which was still trying to bring something up when there was nothing inside. When he was finally able to stop gagging, Felix tried to get up to rinse his mouth and wash his face but the combination of fever and skipping breakfast, not to mention the amount of sleep he lost, he was too weak and just fell back down. The Aussie was ready to break into tears right then and there but held it together. Trying again, Felix used the wall to pull himself up and took a second to get used to being upright. When the ground stopped moving under his feet, he quickly cleaned himself up and hurried to get back to his group, planning to find some gum to rid his mouth of the rancid taste.

“Hey, just in time. It’s your turn”, Seungmin announced when Felix walked in, “Whoa are you ok? You look shitty.” The young Aussie nodded and walked past his dongsaeng, ignoring a giggling Hyunjin: “And that, Felix, is exactly why it is called beauty-sleep.” – “Hey! I tried”, he whined, his voice even lower than usual. The poor boy was too out of it to notice the concerned frowns from his hyungs, while he was ushered into the recording booth. With his abused throat still on fire, the dancer did not have a good time recording. The notes wouldn’t come out clearly and his voice just sounded weak and flat. Of course, the producer was not amused, urging Felix to try harder and of course the Aussie did. Despite the dark spots dancing in his vision, he stayed upright, going over the same line again and again and again. Being a rapper, he had to pronounce words in a language that wasn’t his native fast and clearly. “Felix-si, you’re slurring your words. Once more and try to put some more power behind it. Your voice sounds flat”, the producer instructed, annoyance showing through.

Not really knowing what was happening, Felix was pulled from the recording booth before even getting to try again. Jisung had their arms linked and gently guided his twin back to the couch, while Chan spoke to the producer. The leader’s face was serious and his voice stern before he nodded and thanked the producer. “Hey mate, you don’t have to finish today. The producer agreed to let you do it tomorrow when you caught up on some sleep”, the oldest smiled comfortingly. He was taken aback when a small tear spilled from his dongsaeng’s eye and quickly wrapped the younger in a hug. Felix returned the hug, although he wasn’t strong enough to hold on as tightly as usual. Chan got closer to his ear, whispering quiet enough for only the dancer to hear: “You feel pretty warm to me, are you sure you’re alright?” Nodding against the older’s chest, Felix straightened up and dried his eyes, only to be met with the worried ones of his friends’. “It’s just the lack of sleep making him emotional and more sensitive”, the leader answered the unspoken question and Felix breathed in relief that his cover was still intact. Jisung came over, a small frown still present on his face when he announced: “Yah! Squirrel wants cuddles. Innie still needs to record anyways, so it’s your obligation to cuddle me.” Felix gave a small smile and gladly curled up in the shorter boy’s arms. It didn’t even take him a full minute to nod off, while his friend stroked his slightly sweat-dampened hair. Jisung came to the same conclusion as Chan when his hand lingered around the younger’s forehead for a moment. He made eye-contact with the leader and they agreed without words to keep a close eye on their dongsaeng. While cuddling Felix’ stomach growled loud enough for Jisung to hear, so the rapper gently rested his palm on the younger’s middle and felt it rumble uncomfortably beneath his fingers. It might just be hunger but with the unnatural heat the boy was radiating, he was almost sure his friend was sick. Now that he thought about it, Felix had also spent a pretty long time in the bathroom earlier.

Felix stayed asleep, even when Chan carried him to the car that would take them to the venue they’d perform at. He had apparently slept through lunch, which worried Chan because his alleged breakfast had been a long time ago and Felix was already weak from the lack off sleep and possible illness, so going on stage without a proper meal was probably not the best idea. The dancer still didn’t wake up when Jisung got him situated in the car and buckled his seatbelt. Despite most of the members chuckling at how wiped their friend was, they agreed to let him get as much sleep as possible before the show. When they arrived at the venue, everybody entered, except for Changbin, who was tasked with waking Felix up. The younger didn’t seem very pleased at being pulled from his rest but let the rapper pull him along anyways. “Are you sure you can do this, Lix? If you’re not up for the show, I’m sure we can have you sit out somehow”, the older worried. He knew something had to be up because he had seen Felix sleep-deprived before and it wasn’t the same. “Of course! Binnie-hyung, we’ve all performed with even less sleep before. I’ll be fine, just….”, Felix hesitated, “can I have cuddles tonight? I just.. I always…. You know, it helps me sleep…” – “Sure thing, just don’t hurt yourself during the show”, Changbin smiled, giving the younger a quick side-hug before walking into their dressing room.

The time passed without Felix even noticing. He barely payed any attention to his surroundings because his nausea had reached another peak and he was debating whether to go and get rid of some stomach acid before going on stage. The decision was made for him, when he was pushed and suddenly found himself on stage, stage lights burning down on him mercilessly. He felt bile rising in his throat, the sensations of a screaming crowd and blinding lights too much for his fever frazzled brain. Felix took deep breaths through his nose, willing the nausea away, while Chan greeted the crowd. Soon the first song started to play and they got onto their starting positions. The dancer was terrified, remembering all the spins and turns he’d be doing in the next two hours. The first song went unexpectedly well and the young Aussie’s nerves eased a bit. His movements were a bit less sharp than usual but the only people who could tell were his members. Felix head swam, he felt way too hot for comfort and no matter how much he breathed, it didn’t feel like there was enough air. He knew he was probably dehydrated but he didn’t dare to even touch his water bottle. The dancer was proved right when after a jump, his stomach lurched into his throat, filling his mouth with pure stomach acid. He quickly swallowed it back down, which only burned his throat once more, without missing a single beat with his steps. Dancing was truly his element but right now it was one of the last things he wanted to do. With each grueling choreo, the dancer kept bringing up small amounts of bile, always facing them back down. He didn’t think anyone really noticed but it certainly showed in his voice. His voice got weaker and hoarser, despite him straining to make it sound powerful. They hadn’t even reached the half when his members had to start giving him background vocals. Mostly it were Changbin and Jisung, sometimes Chan.

Felix impressed himself when he walked off the stage after the last stage, without passing out somewhere in between or covering the stage in puke. Having sweat a lot from all the dancing, the boy finally allowed himself a drink. The cool water felt soothing on his throat and it washed away the bitter taste that he hadn’t been able to get rid of. Before he knew it, Felix had chugged the entire bottle, already gulping down the second when he was stopped by Chan’s hand on his wrist: “Hey, slow down mate! You’ll make yourself sick.” The dancer suddenly paled, noticing how bad of a mistake he had made because his hyung was certainly right about worry. “You ok?”, the leader frowned as he noticed his dongsaeng standing completely frozen. The younger replied with an urgent shake of the head before giving a wet burp. Chan silently cursed, dragging Felix towards the closest restroom. The younger knew, he wouldn’t be able to make it in time but he still made an effort to quickly follow his hyung, not wanting to make a mess. They almost made it, when the dancer suddenly stumbled, catching himself with an arm against the wall. A gush of water shot past his lips, splashing onto the ground, only to be joined by another, bigger wave. The sick boy, coughed, choking as he tried to get a breath in before bending over with his hands on his knees and throwing up again. Chan had an arm looped around the younger’s waist to steady him, while his other hand delivered firm pats between the younger’s shoulder blades to clear his airways again. Having caught his breath, Felix straightened back up, gripping onto Chan’s arm as his world was sent spinning. The leader switched from patting his back to rubbing it comfortingly as he took in the younger’s appearance. The dancer was even more drenched in sweat than any of them, his eyes were glazed over with circles so dark that not even his concealer could hide them. Felix swallowed thickly, chapped lips forming a small pout when the tears finally came. Heart clenching in sympathy, the older pulled him close to both comfort and steady him because the dancer looked like he’d topple over at any second. The moment only lasted a split second though, because Felix was quick to push Chan away, heaving violently. Despite the obvious effort, only a small stream of water came up. He spat, trying to get rid of the stubborn string of saliva that dangled from his lips, when suddenly the lights went out and his knees buckled.

The only thing that kept Felix from falling into the puddle by his feet were Chan’s strong arms around his small waist. Although he was incredibly worried, it wasn’t like the leader hadn’t expected him to faint at some point, so it didn’t come as too much of a shock. Carefully, he pulled the younger a few steps away and sat down on the ground with an unconscious Felix in his lap. The older used this opportunity to feel for a fever before lightly patting his dongsaeng’s pale cheeks. With the scalding temperature of his forehead, one would expect Felix to be sporting a noticeable blush but he was just so pale that the makeup looked wrong on him. His breathing was still quickened and shallow when his eyebrows twitched, wrinkling his forehead. “Lix, hey you with me?”, Chan asked gently, glad that they were in an empty hallway away from the chaos of their dressing room. The younger just groaned before blinking his eyes only to squeeze them shut again. Felix took his time to fully wake up, while Chan glanced at the puddle of sick a few feet away. It was plainly clear water, not even a hint of undigested food residues. That’s when he remembered the younger sleeping through lunch. Now that he thought of it, he also hadn’t seen Felix have dinner and with how hard the dancer was trying to cover up him being sick, that could likely have been a lie. The dancer tried to sit up, falling right back into the older’s lap before rasping a confused: “Hyung?” – “It’s ok, Lixxie. You just blacked out for a second”, Chan soothed, trying to sound as calm as possible, “you’re also sporting quite a fever. You were aware you were sick?” Defeated and ashamed for lying, Felix gave a small nod before covering his face. The leader ran a hand through his dongsaeng’s sweaty bangs to let him know it was ok before speaking up again: “Do you think we should go to the hospital? You passed out and you still don’t look to great.” The younger shook his head, this time succeeding to sit up. “Can we go home? I wanna sleep and Binnie promised me cuddles”, the dancer mumbled.

Chan agreed and ended up carrying Felix back to their dressing room. The younger had used up more energy during the show than he had to begin with. Changing and getting his makeup removed happened in a blur for Felix but he recognized Chan’s hoodie, when he was carried to the car. He was sitting between Changbin and Jisung, the younger stuffing a few plastic shopping bags into the slit between the seats for quick and easy access, should Felix need to be sick again. Chan had told the members about what happened and why they had been gone for so long. The group had quickly come down from their post-performance hype and discussed whether taking the young Aussie home was really that great of an idea. The leader had shushed them stating, they could still take him to a hospital later, should he get any worse. The oldest knew about Felix hatred for hospitals and wanted to give him the chance of recovering in a surrounding he was comfortable with.

Felix slept through the entire car ride, staying asleep when Changbin carried him into the building and up to their dorm. They had been debated on whether the dancer should still take a shower before bed, because he had sweat the most out of all of them and would definitely not be able to rest comfortably like that. Reminding them Felix wasn’t able to stand by himself, Chan proposed letting the other have a short cool bath, that way they might as well lower his fever. It would make all of them wait for their shower longer but nobody minded, pitying their sunshine after learning why he had been so drained today. Jisung ran the bath, using only lukewarm water and a soap with a very discreet scent, not wanting to overwhelm his twin. Changbin helped a drowsy Felix out of his clothes and supported his weight when the dancer struggled to climb into the tub. Chan soon returned with a fresh set of clothes, consisting of a set of his sweatpants and a large sweater from Changbin. The younger Aussie was already starting to drift to sleep in the water, so the leader gently helped him sit up and washed his hair, as he both tried to make it feel nice but also finish quickly, so the dancer could get his much-needed sleep. As soon as they had Felix in his fresh clothes, the oldest carried him to the room they shared with Changbin and tucked the younger in. Changbin was the first of them to be granted with a shower, so he could make up on the promise he had given to Felix. Finishing up as quickly as he could, the rapper snuck into his room, quiet so he wouldn’t wake Felix, who was most likely already asleep. Chan had already placed a bucket next to the dancer’s bed and there were an electrolyte drink and a bottle of plain water on the nightstand. Changbin carefully slipped into bed next to Felix and held him close after a quick kiss on his feverish forehead.

#sickfic #sick #fanfic #skz #stray kids #lee felix #emeto #whump #comfort #fluff #bang chan #seo changbin #han jisung #changlix #chanlix

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padfootagain · 4 years

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A Sunday Kind Of Love

Here comes a new request for my 4.7k followers!! Thank you for your request, anon! The following prompts were requested for Harry Styles!

19. "Huh... is that my shirt you're wearing?"

81. "Well… that… was a good kiss…"

I wrote them in italics in the fic. This is absolute fluff. Nothing but pure cuteness, so much cuteness that even I feel like it's almost too much. But can there really be too much cuteness? I think not.

I hope you like it!

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Word count: 2322

It's Sunday morning.

There is rain pouring outside, but it's Fall already in England, so there is nothing surprising with the pouty weather, really. The rain makes clapping sounds as it hits the roof of your house and the windowpane of your bedroom. Through a corner of the curtain that isn't placed quite right to cover the glass, you can see the droplets rolling down the cold surface, tracing unrealistic patterns against the window. There's a little bit of condensation around the frame, blurring the dark clouds outside and the top of the orange leaves from the tree in your garden. There isn't much light in the room, because of the dark clouds, but also because it's still early, and beyond all the water darkening the sky, the sun is only shy for now.

Along with the sound of rain, you can hear the wind blowing from time to time, getting caught in the branches of your tree.

It's warm under your duvet, but you are well aware that it must be cold outside. Your nose feels a little cool, unprotected by the blanket you have tugged under your chin. Your whole world, it would seem, smells of rain, your sheets perfumed with the orange blossom of your detergent, and Harry's scent.

His Tom Ford cologne tickles your senses, familiar and warm and reassuring. It envelops you in a tight embrace, almost like a cocoon. It's your favourite scent in the world, really, because it means that he's here, by your side, instead of halfway across the globe.

And he's here alright, lying next to you in bed. For once, you're the first one awake despite Harry being an early-riser. Having a difficult time sleeping has at least one good side, you reckon. You can watch him sleep then.

His eyes are barely moving under his eyelids, but they slightly tremble still. His features are completely relaxed, and the calm he wears then makes him angelic. His eyelashes trace two dark lines above his cheekbones. He hasn't shaved in a few days and a stubble colours his cheeks, chin and space between his soft lips and cute nose. His parted lips move a little in his sleep, as if he was about to mutter something, making the tip of his nose bend to follow the movement. He's lying on his tummy, his face turned towards you and a hand hidden under his pillow. His hair is a wild and yet glorious mess of brown curls that both his night of sleep and your hands have tangled. You can barely hear his soft, regular breath escape through his nose above the sound of the rain, but it's a reassuring sound nonetheless.

You reach to rest your fingers upon his bare arm, his skin velvety under your fingertips. His body is warm and inviting, and you barely think as you snuggle closer to him, looking for his nearness like a planet is pulled towards its star.

You absentmindedly trace patterns over his arm, but stop when he shifts under your touch, the muscle of his shoulder flexing and then extending as he pushes his hand further under his pillow.

You don't want to wake him up just yet. You want to keep staring at him, enjoy the fragile moment and use it to carve the sight of him in your mind: a luminous memory to remember by.

So, you stop moving altogether, barely breathing, hoping not to disturb his sleep for a little longer, and merely stare at him, watching him lost in peaceful slumber.

Tomorrow, there will be a thousand tasks awaiting you at work. Tomorrow, there will be an early rise to get ready and hurry through crowded buses and trains to get to work. Tomorrow, there will be the stress of failure and the rush of too many things to do. Tomorrow, there will be a sandwich swallowed in a hurry to avoid losing time for work. Tomorrow there will be aching shoulders and headaches by the middle of the afternoon. Tomorrow, there will be a journey home, spent trying to fight back your exhaustion to keep your eyes open in public transports. And tomorrow night, there will be an early fall on the bed because you are too tired to do anything and gentle hands guiding you towards your pillow, and finally the scent of the Tom Ford cologne drowning you in a feeling of peace.

But this morning, there is nothing but this bed. Your stressful job is far away for now, and it almost feels as if you could forget that it exists altogether.

If only you could stay like this forever…

But eventually, after a long while – is it a few minutes or an hour, you truly can't say – Harry starts moving around a little more, and you recognize the first signs that he's about to wake up in his quiet shuffling.

And what better way to be accompanied out of slumber than with kisses?

You move your hand across his arm to rest on his naked back instead, your hand resting flat between his shoulder blades while you lean closer to kiss the cheek that is exposed to you. You drop gentle kisses there, his stubble tickling you a little, moving your lips across his cheekbone, his jaw, and finally the tip of his nose, which makes him smile.

You pull away, waiting for him to wake up, but he doesn't open his beautiful eyes like you expect him to. Instead, he frowns, and groans at you, his lips turning into a small pout.

"Don't stop," he complains, his voice rough and raspy with sleep, the sound sending electricity through your spine, despite the pillow shushing his words.

You laugh at him a little, but can't help but comply nonetheless, leaning to brush feathery kisses across his eyelid. He heaves a content sigh this time, his smile returning to his plush lips as your touch moves to his temple and forehead. You kiss the remnants of his frown away, and by the time your lips rest upon the tip of his ear, he has a grin on his face.

"Enough?" you ask in a teasing voice, having kissed every inch of his face you could reach.

"Hmm… there's one spot you've missed," he answers, opening one eye to look at you.

"Really? Which one?"

He shoots you a ridiculously bright smirk, turning his head a little more to face you, before he points to his lips.

You laugh again, but have to admit that he is right, his lips being previously out of reach for the most part, pressed against the pillow instead of facing you.

His eyes are finally open, mostly, at least, for sleep is still heavy on him. He hasn't chased the last fragments of it away yet, but it doesn't stop him from looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to yield, which you easily do. There's no way you can resist from kissing him, especially now, when it's a cold Sunday morning with rain pouring outside and you're cuddled in bed against his warm frame.

So, you kiss him, slow and deep and loving – adoring, one might even say. It's a little sleepy, but it's intimate in the most perfect of ways and it makes both of you feel warmth spread through your hearts until it feels like the organs are radiating love. It's peaceful, and complete, and it feels and tastes like home. It's all you'll ever need, really, and Harry feels just the same.

The kiss lingers, lasting until both of you are desperate for air. You're not sure when has Harry shifted enough to pull his hand away from under his pillow to wrap around you instead, but it feels good to be held by him. Safe. Sheltered. A place where you're sure you'll never get hurt, whatever may happen in the rest of your life.

When you eventually pull away, both of you out of breath, it takes him a few seconds to lazily open his eyes again. He has a dreamy look on his face.

"Well… that… was a good kiss…" he tells you, a stupid grin breaking his lips.

"Hmm… yes, it was," you nodded, brushing the tip of your nose against his.

"It was a very nice way to wake up," he praises, and it's his turn to scatter tender pecks across your cheeks, making you grin too.

"I bet it was…"

"You know what would make it even better?"

"More cuddles?"

He opens his mouth to answer, but considers your proposition first.

"Yes, actually that too," he admits. "But I was thinking about breakfast instead."

"You want me to make you breakfast?"

"I'll help too!" he defends himself.

"Will you? Cause that's what you said last weekend already, mister! And you ended up falling back asleep and not helping me at all."

"I didn't do it on purpose!"

"I know… I'm just teasing. I'll get the coffee going."

He grinned, kissing your lips again.

"Thank you. I love you, you're the best. The best!"

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer and buries his face in your neck, kissing all along your skin there, nipping a couple of times to make you smile even brighter.

"Well, if you want breakfast, then you have to let me get out of bed and make it!"

He falls back further in his pillow, letting you move more freely again.

"Alright, I'll be down in a minute."

"Don't abandon me this time!" you warn him, poking at his side for good measure, making him squirm away from you and let out an adorable giggle.

"I won't! I won't! I promise!"

You kiss him one last time, before sitting up, looking for something to wear. After the activities of the previous night, you didn't bother putting on some clothes. But now, you need to go to kitchen, and you reach for the closest shirt you can find. It's the shirt Harry was wearing the night before, his Enjoy health, eat your honey t-shirt that was left disregarded on the floor as you found kissing much more important than tidying your clothes.

You put it on, turning to take a look at Harry's reaction. But your boyfriend has closed his eyes again, and you guess you'll have to wait till he gets to the kitchen.

You walked down the stairs to the kitchen, the rain still going strong outside. It's warm in your house though, and as you prepare some coffee, you admire the rain falling on the pavement. It has made puddles in the driveway already, and it seems to you that the sky is darkening.

You decide to put on some music while you gather the ingredients needed to make some waffles. You turn on the radio, and some random tune you don't recognize fill the room, covering the tapping noise of the rain.

" Huh... is that my shirt you're wearing?" Harry asks, a smug smile on his lips while he appears wearing nothing except a pair of black underwear.

He loves it. You know he does. He loves when you wear his clothes, and the way he wraps his arms around your middle from behind as he joins you in the kitchen is the final proof.

"I might have borrowed it," you answer with a grin.

"Hmm… borrowing is fine, but don't steal this one. I like it too much."

"Don't lie, you love seeing it on me."

He drops a sweet kiss on your hair.

"I do. Looks good on you."

"Better than on you?"

"Now, don't push it…"

You both laugh, while he moves to the side to grab a couple of apples and a knife, and he starts cutting some fruits for you both.

It's quiet between the two of you while you cook and listen to the music and to the steady rain. It's comfortable, the way you and Harry can stand next to each other in silence, intimate.

The tune changes to Etta James's voice. Warm and deep, her voice echoes through the kitchen and you start humming along the melody.

Without warning, Harry's hand comes to rest upon yours as you were mixing your ingredients for your waffles. You look up at him questioningly, but he merely smiles at you, pulling you close to him without letting go of your hand. His fingers are a little sticky with the juice from the apples he's been cutting, and yours are covered with sugar and flours, but none of you seem to care, and it still feel just as nice to be holding hands. His arm wraps around your waist, and before you can truly understand what's going on, the two of you are swaying across the kitchen. When you finally realize that you're dancing with Harry, you beam up at him.

"Perfect song for today," he whispers in your ear. "Don't you think so, darling?"

You hum in response. Your heart skips a beat every time he calls you with such pet names, no matter that he has done it thousands of times before.

"Yeah, I reckon it is."

He hums along to the song, and you can feel the vibration of his chest against yours. His voice is a real lullaby that could lull you back to sleep. You're safe in his arms, and he's safe in yours. Your hand is lost in his messy curls, leaving white powder in its wake, and he can swear that he's never felt more like he has finally come home.

When the voice on the radio changes, and the beat picks up to another melody, you both silently agree to ignore it. Instead, you keep on slowly swaying to the same rhythm, unwilling to let go for now.

And if the world is cold outside, there was never a place safer and warmer than your shared embrace on this lazy Sunday morning.

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omgrachwrites · 3 years

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The Book of Love - Chapter Four

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: After a breakup leaves you heartbroken and miserable, things start to change for the better when you begin exchanging notes in a library book with a mystery boy.

Warnings: fluff!!

Words: 2293

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part! Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all!

Chapter Four

The morning of the first Hogsmeade trip dawned with a beautiful clear morning but there was a blustery wind that caused leaves on the trees to rocket to the floor. For once, you were up early, sketching the beautiful landscape. It delighted you to see the shades of amber and burnt orange everywhere. Hagrid’s hut was almost blanketed by the hulking trees of the forest and when the weak sunlight sparkled through the remaining leaves, it cast the hut in a heavenly orange glow.

You felt like there would be great promise for the day and you knew that it would be a fantastic day. Maybe it was because Hogsmeade was an exceptionally beautiful village, or maybe it was because you know that you would see Rem- your friends again. You weren’t quite sure what had been happening to you for the last few days. Before you went to sleep, unbeknownst to you why, your thoughts went to Remus and it made falling asleep all that much easier.

When you woke up in the dark of night he was the first thing on your mind, almost like you had just had a dream about him. You refused to feel that way about anybody – well apart from your mystery boy – you couldn’t give someone else a chance to hurt you, especially not Remus. You didn’t think your heart would be able to take it.

With a sigh, you put your sketchbook down and you decided to get dressed in warm clothes and you combed your hair. About ten minutes later, Lyra woke up running her fingers through her fluffy hair and you smiled over at her.

“Are you coming to Hogsmeade with me and the others?”

She groaned as she threw an arm over her eyes and shook her head, “no, I can’t bear to face Sirius, his favour changes like the wind,” she removed her arm and pouted and you were sure that you could see tears sparkling in her eyes. She looked so hurt.

You bit your bottom lip, you weren’t going to tell her that you told her so. She had been seeing Sirius for a few weeks before he broke it off and started sleeping with someone else. Seeing the same person for a few weeks was equal to a serious relationship for Sirius, “I’m sorry Lyra,” you sighed, it was the only thing you could think of to say that wouldn’t hurt her.

She smiled brightly as she got out of bed and walked over to you to give you a tight hug before she kissed your cheek affectionately, “don’t apologise, you told me so and I should have listened to you but I just wanted to have hope. Have a good day today Y/N, with Remus,” she added with a smirk as she got back into bed.

You rolled your eyes as you threw your pillow at her causing her to laugh, “Remus and I are just friends,” for now, that little voice in the back of your mind spoke and you immediately shut it out. You wouldn’t think like that, “see you later, I’ll bring you back some sweets,” you grinned.

Lyra narrowed her eyes as she spoke in what tried to be a menancing voice but it didn’t really work because she was so tired, “yeah, you’d better.”

You shook your head in amusement as you left the common room and went to have breakfast at the Gryffindor table with your friends. After a hurried breakfast, you and the gang walked up the lane that led from Hogwarts and into Hogsmeade. You huddled into your scarf as the cold autumn wind picked up.

You smiled up at Remus, though you could hardly look him in the eyes, not when you were sure that you were having dreams about him. He looked much better compared to how he looked when you saw him last, “are you feeling better Remus? You really do look much better.”

Panic flashed in his eyes for a just a second before he looked at you with a dimpled smile, “I’m feeling much better, thank you for asking Y/N.”

You smiled back at him as you looked over Remus’ shoulder and saw Sirius grinning at the both of you. When Sirius noticed you looking over at him he gave you a thumbs up, causing you to roll your eyes as you turned away from him. The rest of the walk up to the village was rather uneventful as you chatted with Lily and Peter.

When you got to the beautiful village you noticed that it had been lavishly decorated for Halloween and there was the matter of where to go first.

“Well, I want to go to Zonkos,” Sirius spoke up first and James and Peter both nodded in agreement while Remus groaned.

“I’m voting for Honeydukes,” Remus said and you supposed that pulling pranks got a bit tiresome after a while.

You also spoke up before you could stop yourself, “I’m with Remus, I second his vote for Honeydukes.”

Lily looked between the two of you with a conspiring look on her face, “well, how about we split up? You guys can go to Honeydukes and we’ll go to Zonkos. We can meet up later on in The Three Broomsticks for a pint of Butterbeer,” she smiled innocently but you knew what she was trying to do.

You glared at her before looking up at Remus who was peering down at you with worried eyes, quickly you transformed your face into a smile, “sounds good.”

Remus nodded and smiled at you, looking thoroughly relieved, “yeah it does, come on Y/N.”

Off the two of you went in the direction of the sweet shop and you refused to look back at your traitourous friends. As soon as you walked into the warm sweet smelling shop you inhaled the toffee scented air. Remus made a beeline for the chocolate section, his face lighting up like a child’s and you smiled at how excited he was.

“Chocolate, seriously?” you giggled as you walked over to the Sugar Quills to find they had brought out a limited edition strawberry flavour.

Remus let out a little gasp of mock offence, “chocolate makes everything better, seriously, everything,” he looked over at you with a warm smile, “but I’m guessing that you’re more of a sweet person?”

You nodded in confirmation as you grabbed a handful of boxes, “I do, particularly Sugar Quills,” you loved the way they made your lips numb with sugar and you loved the sickly sweet taste of them.

Remus snorted out a laugh as he grabbed a huge assortment of chocolate bars, “I bet that you’re one of those people who snack on them in class,” his voice was distracted but he looked at you with sparkling hazel eyes.

Grinning at him, you nodded as you picked out some sweets for Lyra, “I am one of those people, I especially like eating them in Potions. Slughorn definitely knows but turns a blind eye which I’ll be forever grateful for.”

Something flickered in Remus’ eyes, something that looked like hope with just a dash of longing, it was gone as quickly as it had come so you must have been imagining it, “you eat them in Potions class?”

You raised an eyebrow at him as you nodded, you weren’t sure why that part was so important to him, “yeah but I’m sure lots of other people do too.”

“Of course,” Remus sighed, looking a little disappointed but you just couldn’t understand why, “are you ready to go?” he asked and you nodded without speaking a word and the both of you went to buy your sweets.

There was still some time before you had to meet the others so you went to the post office, you wanted to look at the different array of owls and you marvelled at the miniscule owls and you had to send some post. Your grandmother had always been very supportive of your art and she had always wanted you to send her some of the drawings you had done. Today you were finally granting her wish.

All the way through your time at the post office, Remus was silent and it seemed like the whole mood had changed. You were worried that you had done something wrong, “Remus, are you okay? Have I done something to upset you?”

Remus looked over at you with alarm plain on his face, he smiled warmly at you and you almost felt better and he reached down to squeeze your hand gently, “of course you didn’t Y/N. I’m fine, just in a bit of a weird mood, it’s nothing that you’ve done, I promise,” you nodded but couldn’t help feeling he was only saying this to ease your worry but you were sure that you had done something.

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It had been one hell of an evening for Remus because James and Sirius had been arguing all night over a prank that had gone wrong and landed them in detention. They didn’t normally argue but when they did, it was really bad and everyone seemed to suffer as a result. As a result of their arguing, Lily and Alice went up to the dormitory to spend the rest of their evening up there. Remus had soon started to get tired of their endless fighting so he went for a walk around the castle.

The velvety night sky was so clear that Remus could see the stars for miles so he decided to go where he could see them better. When he walked up to the Astronomy Tower, he found that he wouldn’t be alone.

Y/N was standing against the railings with a sketchbook and she turned around when she heard Remus coming and she smiled at him. She was beautifully gleaming in the starlight.“Hi Remus,” she smiled as she put the tip of a Sugar Quill into her mouth.

Remus gulped and watched the movement of her lips with flushed cheeks, “sorry to bother you Y/N, can I join you?”

Y/N grinned, “you’re not bothering me at all! Of course you can join me. What brings you here?” she asked as she went back to her sketchbook.

Remus huffed out a sigh as he sat on the steps, running a hand through his hair, “James and Sirius are arguing and it’s complete hell, they manage to make everyone suffer. What are you doing up here, did you just come up here to draw?”

“Oh Merlin, aren’t they awful when they argue? They got into a really bad argument when Sirius first moved in with James so he had to come and stay with me for a little while. And yeah, I just thought that I could use the practice and Lucius is on his shit again,” she sighed and Remus could hear the sadness in her voice.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” he said biting his lip.

Y/N shrugged as she shot a smile over her shoulder at him, “it’s really no big deal, thank you though.”

Remus nodded and they fell into a comfortable silence as Y/N drew and Remus caught up with the book he was reading. It felt really nice to know that they could spend time together but do their own thing. After a little while, Y/N shut her sketchbook and Remus closed his book as he followed suit.

For a good amount of time Y/N and Remus sat around the Astronomy Tower watching the stars and pointing out all the different constellations as they munched on Sugar Quills.

Remus looked over at Y/N as she looked up at the sky with wonder and joy on her face and all he wanted to do was lean over and kiss her but he thought that that would probably scare her off, and he really didn’t want to do that.

His heart jumped in his chest as Y/N let out a contented sigh as she rested her head against his shoulder and Remus wrapped an arm around their shoulders as they watched the stars together. Is this what it would feel like to be hers? If so, then he wanted to be with her even more.

As it got later, the clouds covered the stars and the magical spell that had been cast over the teenagers seemed to shatter as Y/N sat up, her fingers pulling through her hair with a nervous look on her face, “it’s getting late. Maybe we should head back before we get into trouble, I really don’t fancy getting detention,” Y/N smiled.

Remus nodded, feeling a little deflated and disappointed, he wished that he could spend more time with her, “I’ll walk you back to your common room.”

“Thanks Remus,” she beamed at him.

As they walked through the moonlit corridors they managed to avoid Peeves and Filch’s cat Mrs Norris, “Merlin, that cat is so annoying,” Remus almost growled and Y/N laughed as she nodded in agreement.

Too soon, they were outside the Ravenclaw common room and Remus swallowed as Y/N looked up at him beneath her eyelashes, “thanks for walking me back Remus, I really appreciate it. I really enjoyed spending the night with you. Maybe we could study together sometime this week?”

Remus smiled and jumped at the chance to spend more time with her, “you’re welcome, I had a good time too and of course, I’ll let you know when I’m free.”

Y/N beamed as she gave Remus a tight hug before she kissed him on the cheek, “night Remus,” she waved at him as she disappeared into the common room.

“Goodnight Y/N,” Remus muttered though he knew that she couldn’t hear him as his fingers ran over the place she had kissed him.

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realcottonpicker · 6 months

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😭☝🏾 sorry for the long break I couldn’t find out how to write part 2 but I’ll be writing now, this is coming off the top of my head as I go, bare with me!

Falling just as hard, pt 2.

Warnings!: degrading, mention of hitting, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, domestic abuse and vulgar language.

Sanemi had frozen before all he could think about is all the happy moments with you before all he seen was red, he had turned to you furious.

“HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME FOR THIS PIECE OF s##T!?, I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!”

He screamed at you, rengoku being the nice man he is tried to stop him but failed sadly, before you knew it he did something you thought that he would never do..he raised his hand, not for a pat on the back or to show affection or what not, but to hurt the one he loved. He had smacked you with rage filled eyes he screamed at you.

“YOUR NOTHING BUT A USELESS S##T, YOU WORTHLESS W##RE, WHY’D YOU LEAVE ME, WHY’D YOU DO IT?”

You laid on the floor looking up at him with fear in your eyes as rengoku ran to you cradling you in his arms telling you everything would be alright and it would be ok, sanemi kept going on and on before he stopped. His expression softened as he realized what he did, it was to late, you where crying in rengokus arms, sanemi had rushed to you but you quickly pulled away in fear of him.

“No, no, no please don’t touch me.”

You mumbled to yourself as well as rengoku who had picked you up, and carried you away, sanemi stood heart broken and embarrassed, ashamed and guilt ridden. He had messed up, he let his emotions get the best of him again. He tried to run after you, but you where gone. Gone with rengoku, he had messed up big time and knew, this was the end.

A few months later sanemi’s mental health had a huge down fall, he would stay up late, smoking and drinking all night, he would hurt and abuse the others around him due to his mood, one day you decided to go visit him after all these months just to catch up, sanemi was drinking a can of beer sitting watching tv. A soft knock could be hear on his door.

“Sanemi?, are you in there?”

You said lowly, he looked at the door and stared for a bit before giving a response his voice filled with irritation and annoyance

“WHAT! IM WATCHING TV HERE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT BITCH!”

You stayed quiet not wanting him to get mad at you or hit you again before you spoke being careful with your words.

“I just wanted to check up on you, that’s all. I-I have a basket for you!”

You said as a small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth, he had groaned and got up opening the door before snatching the basket and pushing you From the door slamming it shut.

“Go away now, I don’t wanna see you. Go with rengoku or something.”

He said with his voice full of jealousy as he took another cig and lit it going to his fridge and grabbing some more beer, his living room was filled with cans and bottles of beer, and cigarette ashes and the smell of cigarettes lingered in the air all the time.

“You don’t love me.”

He mumbled under his breathe just loud enough for you to hear before you could say anything else, as if on point he yelled.

“NO YOU DONT, YOU LEFT ME FOR THAT PIECE OF SHIT RENGOKU, YOUR NOTHING BUT A- BUT A- BUT A USELESS SLUT!”

He yelled out of anger, he could hear your footsteps slowly fading away as he yelled, he stopped and ran to the door and just like always, you had already been gone.

“Dammit, cmon y/n…don’t leave me….please?”

Was the last thing you heard before you turned the corner..

Well that was the end, I know it’s not the best I didn’t know how to end it, but maybe pt 3??

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twiceinadream · 4 years

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“Honey.”

Requested: Nope

a/u: Hey, everyone! Sorry its taken me so long to finally post, I hope you guys enjoy this longer one shot since you guys were saying how I should write longer ones. Thank you all so much for sticking with me through one full year, it means a lot to me and I hope for more great times in the future. I love you all, please stay safe and wash your hands.

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

Snow began to fall in Seoul and the world renowned girl group, Twice, woke to its beauty coating the grounds below their dorm. Mina was the first to wake as she began to shiver, noticing how cold the dorm had become; she groggily sat up pulling her blanket with her as she sat up, ‘When did it become so cold?’ The ballerina shook again as she draped the covers over her body getting out of bed to turn on the dorm’s heater.

She squealed quietly as the cold nipped at her legs as she moved out to the hallway, being careful as to not wake the three other women in the room. As she opened the door she made quick work of the distance between her and the thermostat as she read the temperature, ‘55ºF, no wonder it’s so cold in here.” Begrudgingly, Mina took an arm out of the warm confines of her blanket cocoon and rotated the thermostat handle till, 80ºF, showed on the digital screen in front of her. The fourth youngest smiled as she heard the ‘whoosh’ of the vents blowing in the warm air, she sighed soundly as she made her way to the kitchen.

She took a seat on their shared sofa as she noticed her phone charging on the armrest, ‘Must have left it here last night.’ Mina shrugged as she unlocked her phone strolling through a few emails when an advertisement for her favorite shop popped up, showing a sale on new winter outfits; she made a mental note to tell the members when they all were up, but for now, she decided to pass some time as she logged back into a game she had recently gotten.

-Half an Hour Later-

By now, most of the members were either lounging in the communal area or in the kitchen where Jihyo and Jeongyeon were preparing breakfast together. Most of the food was done when Sana and Tzuyu came into the living area together, Jeongyeon smirked as she looked up from the eggs she was cooking to look at them, “Look who’s up. Have a nice quickie before breakfast?” The rest of the members glared at her when Chaeyoung smacked her on the back of the head with her sketchbook.

“Not funny, Unnie.” Chaeyoung said as she smiled at Jeongyeon.

But Sana and Tzuyu seemed unfazed by the comment as Sana simply shrugged, “I mean you guys were kinda loud, but it was pretty good, thanks for asking Jeongyeon-ah.” Tzuyu let a huff as a laugh when the members fell quiet.

Jihyo looked at the both of them as she placed the bacon she was holding on a plate, “You know what, no. Both of you just wash your hands, especially you Tzuyu.” Tzuyu glared at her when Nayeon let out a loud laugh from behind her phone.

“Just hurry up, breakfast is almost done.” Sana and Tzuyu nodded as they made their way back to the bathroom for the second time that morning.

When the couple came back to the table it was already set as the members took their usual seats as they thanked Jihyo and Jeongyeon, and began to eat. From where she was sitting Mina looked up from her eggs and directed her question out to the eight other women at the table, “I was wondering, if you guys would like to come with me to the mall today? There’s a sale on new winter items and I wanted to check it out, and I was wondering if any of you wanted to come along.”

Chaeyoung nodded as she took a bite of toast, “Sounds good, Unnie.”

“Sounds fun, Minari.” Momo and Jeongyeon said as Mina got nods from Nayeon and Jihyo.

Dahyun swallows her food, “Count me in, Mina Unnie.”

Mina smiles at her members when she turns her attention to Sana and Tzuyu, “How about you two?”

“It sounds fun, Minari, but Tzuyu and I have a few things to finish today.” Mina nods knowingly as she decides it probably best for them to give the two some privacy.

After breakfast, most of the members go back to their rooms to get ready, leaving Sana and Tzuyu in the kitchen as they wash the dishes together. Sana gently nudged Tzuyu with her hip as she hands her a plate to dry, she leans up to whisper in the younger’s ear, “When they leave you’re all mine, Tzuyu-ah.” Tzuyu nods as her face heats with a blush and she directs her gaze back to the dishes in the sink.

When Sana and Tzuyu were sitting back at the table, both on their phones when the rest of Twice came out of their rooms and waited in the living room for Nayeon to come out, “You good, Unnie?” Dahyun asked when Nayeon emerged from her room, the older nodded as they directed their attention to the two at the table.

“Okay, we’re going now, we’ll see you guys in a few hours. Try not to burn down the dorm while we’re gone, okay?” Jihyo looked at the both of them sternly.

“Whatever you say, Unnie.” Tzuyu said, not looking up from her phone. Jihyo shook her head as the seven left the dorm and made their way to the van waiting for them outside.

When the two were completely certain the other girls had gone, Sana immediately made her way to Tzuyu who was now standing from her chair; the older grabbed her from the back of her neck connecting their lips in a fervent kiss. Sana couldn’t help but smile against Tzuyu’s lips as she nipped at them playfully, making the younger girl squeak a bit. “How is it possible for someone to be so sexy and cute at the same time?” Sana remarked as she pulled away from Tzuyu.

“Ask yourself.” Tzuyu shot back when Sana pushed her against the table making her sit, giving the Japanese woman a better angle to kiss her.

“Pabo.” Sana said between kisses, Tzuyu couldn’t help but laugh against her lips. The now blonde places her hands on the maknae’s waist feeling her up as she begins to dominate their kiss, she loved the way Tzuyu moaned against her. “Okay, now I want to see you on the table wearing nothing by the time I get back.” Sana quirked an eyebrow at the girl as she let out heavy breaths, nodding, “Good girl.” With that Sana left the dining room and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge as she moved past a few containers to the back where she had hid a bottle of whipped cream she bought a few days before, praying Momo had not found it.

Thankfully, she found the bottle completely untouched with the seal still intact on the cap, ‘Thank Jihyo.’ Sana said to herself as she took off the plastic ring and threw it in the trash, shaking the bottle as she sprayed some of the sweet cream in her mouth, ‘This is good, but this will taste better on Chewy.’ Sana smiled inwardly as she walked back to where she left Tzuyu not too long ago.

To the Japanese woman’s delight Tzuyu did as she was told and was laying on the table, completely naked with her hands resting over her mound, dark curls hidden beneath her palms as Sana gave her a look over. Tzuyu couldn’t help but flush a bit as her elder’s eyes scanned her, she gingerly removed one of her hands from her lower regions and placed it over her breast as her nipples became stiff peaks, exposed to the air. Her eyes met Sana’s as she licked her lips, “Don’t cover yourself, Princess. You’re so beautiful.”

“But you’re staring.” Tzuyu softly replied back as she kept her hands in place. Sana shook her head as she moved next to the table, caressing Tzuyu’s cheek.

“I’m staring because you’re just so unbelievably beautiful,” Tzuyu’s body flushed again, albeit redder this time, “Plus I need to get this whipped cream on you.” The younger’s eyes drifted up to see the bottle Sana was holding, she remembered the talk they had about food play a few months ago but she couldn’t really believe Sana had remembered but, hey, things happened and Tzuyu was just as excited as Sana to try new things out.

So with a bit of convincing kisses, Tzuyu gradually dropped her hands exposing herself to Sana, “There’s my beautiful girl.” Tzuyu couldn’t help but feel the need to cover herself again.

“Uh, why do you have to be so cheesy, Unnie?” Sana smirked.

“Well, I’m sorry that’s how you see the truth.” Tzuyu groaned, but it was short lived as Sana shook the bottle again, “Ready?” Tzuyu nodded as she placed her hands to her sides, closing her eyes. And with that Sana set to work, a smile gracing her lips.

She began at the base of Tzuyu’s breast, putting a single line of the cream to outline her perfect breasts, as she moved to the valley between them once again spraying a single line down the middle. She then switched directions and moved to the top as she made a swirl over the girl’s nipple to Tzuyu’s amusement. Sana looked up to admire her work as she moved down to the plains of Tzuyu’s tight stomach, but before she could lay out more cream Tzuyu spoke up, “Unnie?” Sana didn’t look up, only letting a, ‘Uh huh,’ Tzuyu contemplated whether to tell Sana or not but she already started, so she tried again, “Mommy.” That made the Japanese girl look up. “Mommy, the cream is melting.”

Sana, let a groan, “Seriously. Screw the snow and the heater. Let me clean you up, Princess.” Before Tzuyu could process what she had meant by that, Sana tongue had dived to her breast. The heat of Sana’s tongue on her flesh caused Tzuyu’s brain to short-circuit, she couldn’t believe Sana was actually licking the melted cream off of her.

But, just as the younger thought it couldn’t get any better, the elder moved up to her nipple blowing a quick stream of air which made the Taiwanese girl shiver before Sana took it into her mouth, suckling it. Tzuyu let out a gasp as her hand shot up to the back of Sana’s head, pressing her face closer to her chest. Sana quickly let the nipple out of her mouth as she ran her tongue over it, biting it slightly, which made Tzuyu moan and gasp, “Ahh. Mommy, not too hard.” The younger had let out a whimper when Sana bit particularly hard, abusing the tip.

“Sorry, Baby Girl. You’re just too irresistible.” Sana breathed as she moved up to Tzuyu’s mouth, kissing her. The older parted her lips, slipping her tongue out and running it along the younger’s bottom lip, silently asking for permission; which was granted to her when Tzuyu parted her lips allowing hers and Sana’s tongues to get to know each other, as they began a playful dance of dominance. Sana began to trail her hand up from Tzuyu’s stomach to her breast, massaging the supple flesh as she moved to pinch the girl’s rock hard nipple; lightly pulling and teasing it, causing the younger to groan against her mouth as they parted.

“M..Mommy,” Sana moved her lips away from Tzuyu’s as she looked down at the girl.

“What is it, Baby Girl?”

Tzuyu whined at her Unnie’s words, slightly rubbing her thighs together to try and alleviate the growing ache, “Please.” The Japanese girl cocked an eyebrow in confusion of what she meant, until Tzuyu grabbed Sana’s hand and trailed it down to her weeping core, “Please, Mommy. It..it hurts, it’s been too long.”

Sana smiles at her words, kissing her way down Tzuyu’s jawline, “Soon, Tzuyu-chan. Soon. I need to get something from the kitchen, first.” But before the maknae could protest Sana gave a hard rub over her clit, eliciting an out of character moan from Tzuyu as the elder stood up from the table and made her way towards the kitchen.

Tzuyu couldn’t help but pant when Sana left her, furling and unfurling her fists as she waited her Unnie’s return, “I swear she’ll be the death of me.” But her realization was short lived as Sana came back into the room, with a peculiar bear shaped bottle in hand. “Unnie, what even is that?”

Sana let out a small laugh, “It’s honey, Honey.” Tzuyu groaned at her words, throwing an arm over her eyes.

“Jeongyeon Unnie and Chaeyoungie are really getting to you.” Sana simply shrugged, as she opened the bottle’s cap and with a brief moment of hesitation, she turned it upside down and let gravity do the work for her. Before their eyes sweet, sweet honey began to flow out of the bottle, as it coated Tzuyu’s chest and breast she made sure to leave a healthy amount over her erect nipples before she moved to drizzle some over her tight stomach. Then Sana stopped as she flipped the bottle right side up, as she looked Tzuyu over.

“Are you okay with,” Sana gestured with her hand to the honey coating her body, “all this?” A moment of silence passed between the two before Tzuyu spoke up.

“Of course I’m okay with it, Mommy, I trust you.” Sana couldn’t help but smile as she placed a kiss to Tzuyu’s lips, careful as to not get any of the sugar sweet substance on herself as she pulled away and grabbed the bottle once again; she made her way down to her favorite part of Tzuyu (aside from her personal “honey pot”). The girl’s thick thighs didn’t go without a generous coating of the sticky liquid before the Japanese girl had thrown the bottle elsewhere in the room. As Sana couldn’t help but practically drool over the perfection in front of her, making the Taiwanese girl once again start squirming. “Please, Mom–“

Tzuyu couldn’t help the whimper that came out of her mouth when Sana moved her tongue over her breast, lapping up the honey that coated it. Eliciting a low groan from the girl below her as the warmth of her tongue sent sparks across her body, causing her hips to buck up slightly. “Patience, Tzuyu-ah. I’ll give you what you want, if you can be a good girl long enough for me to get there.” A smirk played on Sana’s lips as she eyed the younger girl, her tongue flicking out to lap up more of the honey coating her breasts. The Japanese girl let out an over-exaggerated moan as she savored the honey covering Tzuyu’s body.

The sound made it harder for Tzuyu to not cant her hips toward the older girl’s knee which was placed just out of reach of her aching core. A pout was visible on the maknae’s lips as her hands were balled into fists at her sides trying her best to not beg the older girl for more. Sana couldn’t help but internally smile as she watched Tzuyu struggle under her, taking in the way the younger’s breath would hitch every time she licked up more of the honey or how her thighs shook when her teeth grazed at the sensitive spot where her legs and hip met.

Sana enjoyed all of it, and by the looks of the wetness that was coating Tzuyu’s thighs, she did too. Speaking of that wetness, Sana knew she had drawn out her foreplay longer than the younger could probably handle at this point, so she decided that it was probably time to give the girl what she so desperately wanted. The Japanese girl trailed a few more kisses along Tzuyu’s inner thigh, slowly making her way closer and closer to where the younger girl needed her most. Where she’s been wanting her for the better part of a half-hour.

“You’ve been so good for me, Princess. Now let me give you your reward.” Sana’s tongue licked from the base of Tzuyu’s pussy, stopping as she swirled her tongue around her clit before sucking the bundle of nerves into her mouth. The surge of pleasure causes the younger girl’s hips to rise off the table and buck into Sana’s mouth, chasing after the stimulation she’d been craving. A loud moan ripped out from Tzuyu’s throat as Sana stopped suckling her clit and inserted a finger into her pulsing entrance, making sure she was relaxed enough before sliding in a second finger to join the first as she pistoned into the tight heat that was, Chou Tzuyu.

Tzuyu cried out as Sana’s fingers slid through her wetness, testing her entrance before sliding deep inside. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the sudden stretch, but she was slick and ready. All she felt was pleasure as Sana’s fingers hooked into her front wall. Each motion sent a sudden spike shooting through her core, and her shudders worsened as Sana surged on top of her. The sheer strength of each thrust rocked Tzuyu back and forth, causing her to slide across the mat, but she hardly noticed. She was completely at Sana’s mercy, covered by the hard, muscular heat of her body.

Once Sana started, it was clear she had no intention of stopping. Her strokes were rhythmic and insistent, and Tzuyu could do nothing but surrender. She buried her face in Sana’s shoulder, sinking her teeth into the cord of sweaty flesh, but the slight pain didn’t distract Sana from her goal. She remained as determined as ever, pumping in and out with such force that Tzuyu could barely breathe through it.

I’m going to come. It was an undeniable fact. Tzuyu knew there was no point in resisting, and yet, the thought of letting go was slightly terrifying. Thanks to Sana’s attentiveness and skill, she normally had no problem reaching her peak, but this time, she was rising at a rate completely outside her control. She feared she might not just let go of the tension building within her, but shatter completely. She was already on the verge of shaking to pieces, with only Sana’s weight atop her to keep her anchored.

Sana’s voice vibrated near Tzuyu’s cheek, a low and possessive growl. “So warm. Tight.” She added a third finger, grinding the heel of her hand into Tzuyu’s clit. “Gonna make you come.”

The certainty of those words made Tzuyu’s stomach twist into knots. She and Sana had spent several enjoyable months living together, learning everything about each other—including their bodies. But this? The intensity was staggering. Tzuyu had never experienced it before, not yet with Sana, not ever with anyone else. But…

Part of her wanted to let go, to find out what would happen. No, not just wanted—she needed it, with a desperation that she could scarcely process while Sana drove into her like an animal. Please . It started out as a thought, but quickly became a plea, one that spilled from Tzuyu’s lips over and over. “Please, please, please, Mommy, please…”

Sana didn’t slow down, but neither did she narrow her focus. She kept thrusting, relying on energy instead of precision, and the edge of her palm rubbed Tzuyu’s clit with every upward stroke. “Come for me,” she rasped beside Tzuyu’s ear, tugging the lobe between her teeth.

The slight pinch of pain was the beginning of the end. Tzuyu went rigid as a host of competing sensations collided within her—the deep, demanding pressure of Sana’s fingers, the elastic of her panties cutting into her flesh where they were stretched out of place, the wetness leaking down her legs. The flexing of Sana’s abdominal muscles against her belly overwhelmed her, as did the hot bursts of Sana’s breath against her neck. It all coalesced into one final push, spearheaded by the insistent flexing of Sana’s hand.

Tzuyu’s release was just as devastating as she had feared, and more wonderful than she could have hoped for. It sent fire coursing through her muscles and set her limbs to trembling. Her shudders were powerful, constant, uncontrollable, but the simple act of breathing was completely beyond her. The few gasps she managed turned into wailing cries, and those were swiftly swallowed by Sana’s mouth as the two of them found each other in a kiss.

Too much. It was all too much: Sana’s deep thrusts, the way Sana’s tongue swept through her mouth, the contractions that rippled through her core until she saw stars. She felt uncomfortably vulnerable, stripped bare in a way beyond the physical, and yet she couldn’t help yearning for more. She raked her nails down Sana’s back, bucking into each thrust. Her mind and heart were being pulled in several directions at once, but her body knew exactly what it needed.

By the time her orgasm faded to aftershocks, Tzuyu was panting and drenched in sweat. The table was a mess, and Sana’s fingers and forearm dripped with still more wetness. Although she didn’t have much coordination left, Tzuyu reached down to cup her hand over Sana’s, urging her to stay. Naked and raw as she was, Tzuyu couldn’t handle the thought of losing the fullness within her.

A soft smile played on Sana’s lips as she stared at the girl under her. She could feel how Tzuyu breathed in deep to catch her breath, finally opening her eyes to face Sana as brown met brown. A lazy smile decorating Tzuyu’s face as she tilted her head for Sana to kiss her.

A kiss that said more than any words they could have spoken in that moment. Sana trailed a hand up to Tzuyu’s shoulder as she ran a finger along her collarbone, noticing the marks she had left. “Not to ruin the moment, but we should probably clean up before the others come home and find us like this.”

The younger smiled, “They tease us all the time for all the things they think we do, so they shouldn’t be surprised to see us here.” Sana let out a small laugh as she shook her head.

“As fun as payback can be, if they find us like this they’re gonna burn this table and kick us out of the dorm.” Tzuyu pouted, as she wrapped her arms around Sana’s waist.

“Fine. I’ll be in the shower.” Sana rolled her eyes as she placed one more peck to Tzuyu’s lips as they got down from the table. The younger making her way to the bathroom, and Sana to the dorm’s cleaning supply cabinet.

Steam filled the bathroom when Sana and Tzuyu finally stepped out of the shower, smiles on their faces as the older began drying her hair. They had heard the others come in as soon as they stepped out. But there seemed to be something Sana was forgetting.

That’s when Jihyo’s voice suddenly filled the dorm, “Who threw honey on the couch!” Both Tzuyu and Sana looked at each other with wide eyes as a similar thought crossed their mind.

“Back in the shower.”

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sicjimin · 3 years

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Hello! another attempt from me to make a fic on my own. and Yes, i'm a sucker for Yoonjin so .. here we go? Hope you like it 😺

— Alternate Universe story 🌌

Summary: Yoongi rarely gets sick but once he catches one, it knocks him badly. Lucky that Seokjin as his workmate and apartment neighbors is there for him

TW : emeto, graphic description of vomiting

Yoongi loves the rain. He loves the sound of the drop of water hitting the window, the cool breeze, and of course, the petrichor.

Yoongi loves the rain, because he can be on his couch, near the window, with a cup of iced americano ( yes, he will drink iced americano even if it's 0 degrees or 35 degrees outside. That's just lifestyle, you know) and maybe reading his new-bought book that he's been ditching since he's occupied with his job.

But Yoongi can hate rain too, when it poured out of nowhere, especially when he just a few blocks away from his office, without an umbrella in his hand. He should've taken a little precaution to bring the damn umbrella with him when he noticed that the sky was a little bit darker for 8 AM.

'Ah, fuck it. Just a few meters again' He thought. So, he runs.

He made it to the office, a little bit drenched and out of breath. He walks to his cubicles while ruffling his hair, trying to make it drier than it is now.

"Did you not dry yourself completely after shower this morning?" Yoongi rolled his eyes when he heard that sentence out of his workmate slash his apartment neighbors too, Seokjin.

"I've been come into this office every morning after shower, and completely dry. What makes you think I won't completely making myself dry this morning too?"

Seokjin giggles at the remarks. "Well, you look like someone just accidentally throws a bucket of water at you. But I choose other quite good scenarios that my mind can think of"

"How about you change the scenarios to I'm drenched because it's raining outside?"

"Oh... it's raining?" Seokjin turns his head to the window and mouthed an 'O'. Not his fault for not knowing that it's raining outside because the sound of rain is lost from the air conditioner sounds. He looks at Yoongi again that now busy turned on his computer while slightly shivering. His partner's clothes are completely damped from the rain, and the air conditioner is quite cold too. He's sure Yoongi gonna be sick in few days if he's not changing his clothes now.

"Yoongi-ssi, don't you want to change your clothes? It's quite damped"

Yoongi turns his head to Seokjin, "Um ... I don't have any clothes in my locker. It's okay, it will get dry on its own"

Seokjin doesn't push the younger farther, choosing to back on his computer while making a mental note to check on Yoongi in a few hours.

It's not even an hour when he heard Yoongi ask, "Hyung, can we turn off or make the air conditioner higher? It's cold"

Seokjin turns his head and his eyes go wide. Yoongi is one shade paler than he usually does. He knows the younger is naturally pale but not with flushed cheeks and a little clattering from his teeth. He also can tell that Yoongi is shaking. "Yoongi, are you okay?"

"No no, I'm okay hyung. It's just a little bit cold here"

Yoongi try to muster a weak smile that indicates that he's okay. In fact, he's not. He's not feeling a little bit cold but very very cold. He can tell that he has a fever now. He realized that a combination of damped clothes, wet hair, and the air conditioner is bad. But he can't tell anyone that he's feeling like shit, because there's no use. It's not like he suddenly can go home now. So he just sucks it up and hoping that he could pull this day off even though he barely can focus on what's on his computer now.

He doesn't realize that Seokjin is no longer in his cubicles until he feels a hand on his forehead and a cup of hot tea is on his table now. "Woah, you have a fever Yoongi, here, drink this tea, at least to warm up your body. What else do you feel right now?"

Yoongi feels like his eyes start to glisten with tears. Maybe it's just a fever that makes him emotional but watching Seokjin being so cared of him just-

"Yoongi?" Seokjin voice breaks him from his emotional state. He shakes his head, but that turns into a bad decision because now a slight headache he feels earlier just increased as a thumping sensation on his head, along with his room suddenly tilting. If he's not sitting on his chair, he's sure that he gonna fall right now.

"Just.. cold. and dizzy" That's all he can say.

"Okay, drink this tea while I saved both of our works. Then i will drive you home" Seokjin says while he saved Yoongi's works and tidy up the younger desks. 'But hyung, the boss- '

"The boss is out of town now, it's okay. Don't worry about that"

Yoongi just nods and takes his cup of tea. Sipping on it and he feels a little bit better, absorbing the warmth of it to his cold body. He is too invested in sipping his tea until he is once again startled by Seokjin's appearance. "Ready?"

Yoongi nods again. Seokjin gives him a hoodie, from the scent, he can tell that's Seokjin's. "What is this hyung?", he asks while accepting the hoodie. Deep inside he's aching to wear that hoodie because it feels warm.

"Change your clothes to that, we can't make you use that damped clothes and worsen your fever"

"Okay", Yoongi gets up from his seat, swaying a little. He can feel that his legs are weak but he convinced himself that he can make it to the bathroom to change. But Seokjin apparently is not convinced, "You sure you can go to the bathroom on your own?"

Yoongi can't answer that. Seokjin sighs and held his arm, guided him to the bathroom. Seokjin realize that the younger really gonna fall on his way to the bathroom because now, he's leaning 80% of his weight on Seokjin's.

"Okay, I will wait here"

Yoongi nods and goes into one of the stalls. Yoongi doesn't know that he has nausea settled deep in his stomach. He’d meant to come in to just change his clothes, but once he sees the toilet it’s practically calling him. He doesn’t know how the queasiness overtakes him so quickly but he drops down into a crouch in front of the toilet. His stomach squeezes painfully. He leaned forward and gagged, hard. He burped and brought up a small stream of beige, liquid vomit. He didn’t even have a chance to catch his breath before his stomach contracted again, bringing up a long wave of vomit that splashed into the toilet. His tea and his breakfast earlier are making their way out from his body. He cringed at the acidic taste, which stung his throat and gave Yoongi the next retch, jerking his shoulders forward and sending up a larger stream of vomit. He left panting when he heard Seokjin urgently knocking on the door.

"Yoongi-ah, are you okay? open the door"

But Yoongi is too busy to take a breath as the next wave came hot and thick, sending liquid out of his mouth and nose. Yoongi whimpered, until another stream forced its way up.

"I- I'm okay hyung, don't worry" he croaked roughly, his throat is too tired after all the works. He didn't manage to catch Seokjin's response as he leaned over again and projectile vomited all the liquid and food he’d previously taken in. It met the toilet with such force he knew. Seokjin must have heard it from outside the stalls. He didn’t have time to think about it before he was done in again. He's sure that his stomach is empty now. His throat is aching. He coughs lightly as he flushed the toilet. Making his way out and just go home this second now. If he just feels 60% bad earlier, it's now increasing to 90%.

Outside the stalls, Seokjin exhales the breath he didn't realize been holding the whole time when he heard the flush. He genuinely surprised when he suddenly heard retches from one of the stalls and realized that Yoongi was the one in it. The door opened and his eyes meet Yoongi's cheeks that are flushed and swollen, his eyes watery and a bit red at the rims. His hands are trembling as they rest upon his belly. “Let's go home hyung,” Yoongi says softly, his voice cracking and quiet.

Seokjin just nods and hurrying them both to his car.

"Just sleep Yoongi-ah, I will wake you up when we arrived", Seokjin says as he drives his car out of the building. He only heard a soft hum from Yoongi, the younger is way too tired to make a proper response. He turns on the music softly, just to accompany him along the way to their apartment. Traffic lights away until they reach the apartment, he heard Yoongi stifles a quiet burp and ask "Hyung, do you have any plastic bag?"

Seokjin eyes go wide when he realized the situation.

"Shit, i think i have one in the compartment in front of you"

Yoongi quietly opens it and found one. Seokjin steals a look at the boy beside him. Yoongi clutches the handles of the bag tightly, burying his face inside of the plastic when he feels warmth liquid creeping up his throat, causing him to gag softly over the bag. A clear liquid mixed with bile spills from his mouth. He leaned forward when his stomach squeezed again, making a stream of whatever liquid he didn't know he had on his body out, dripping into the plastic bag.

"Hang on Yoongi, we're almost there", Seokjin says as he speeds up a little. Seokjin can hear the sound of liquid splattering into the bag, it's too audible. He doesn't expect that Yoongi gonna be this sick. Yoongi just nods quietly, head still in deep on his plastic bag as his stomach still spasms every minute, bringing up bile and everything that is left from his stomach.

A few minutes later, they arrived. Seokjin takes the plastic bag from the younger one and guided him to his room. Luckily, Seokjin's and Yoongi's room is beside each other. So there's no hassle for Seokjin when he wants to check up on Yoongi.

"Hyung?"

"Hmm?" Seokjin is way to focused to open the door and get Yoongi to sit on his couch.

"Thanks for taking care of me," Yoongi says softly, his cheeks are more flushed, either it's because his fever increased or because he's embarrassed. Seokjin finally takes a look at the younger and nearly cooed at the sight. Yoongi looks so tiny when he drowns in Seokjin's big hoodie and sits on the couch with his knees up to his chest.

"Aw Yoongi-chi, It's the least I could do, after all, we're partners, either in our office or on this building. So you like it or not, I'm gonna take care of you until you feel better" Seokjin throws a wink.

Yoongi rolled his eyes hearing the nickname, hiding the smile that wants to out.

"So here's what we're gonna do, you are gonna change your clothes to something more comfortable and go to bed while I make you something to eat before you take your medicine"

"Don't you have plans for today?"

"What plans? We are supposed to works today, remember? But since you're sick and dragging me here so there's nothing else that I can do"

Seokjin laughs when he sees Yoongi rolled his eyes for the second time today. Seokjin knew that if it wasn't because Yoongi felt like shit he would bite at Seokjin with another witty remark. Yoongi listened to Seokjin and went to his bedroom, all he wanted was to lay down and sleep for the rest of the day. He smiles softly when he hears clattering of whatever kitchen tools outside his room, maybe he will treat Seokjin a nice lunch or coffee when he feels better.

With that thought, he falls asleep.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #sick!yoongi #caretaker!seokjin #tw emeto #tw vomit

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delightsan · 4 years

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FLAME (I) | CS

⁕ genre: fuck boy!san, bad boy!au, college!au, fluff, angst, enemies to lovers

⁕ pairings: choi san x fem!reader

⁕ words: 2.3k

⁕ description: keeping the title of being the best student on campus isn’t easy for you, especially when your mind was occupied only by him and his annoying smirk, the popular bad boy who once decided to sets on fire your heart without anybody’s permission

⁕ warnings: explicit language, suggestive remarks, smoking & alcohol

read the prologue here!

"I like you."

“I might also like you.”

The overhelming idea of being loved by the most popular boy is like a scene taken from a cliché romcom, where the leads are blinded by the arrow of Amor, making it hard to believe his smooth words. His declaration of being the one, who would be beside you in your worst time, holding you tight in his arms is alluring like the sweetest candy. San's confession opens the heavily lock to your heart, which you hide in order to prevent yourself for falling into a twisted flame of love. You give in all of the tempations like a prey for the devil, the taste of hell creeps at your tongue leaving a taste for more. Angels can also fall from heaven.

His charming smile can only bring concerns to your already clouded mind.

Beginning of the spring starts the night after your defeat of vain attempts to return to the godly paradise, the events from yesterday filling your senses with a nerve-wracking anticipation but also a uneasy fear of being stuck in imaginations of your dreamland. The dead world which was once sworn by a snow blooms into a mesmerizing flower only to catch your attention, taking away the ability to breathe with him as a main culprit.

It's your favorite season after all, does wonders really exist to open a new path for you? You hope so.

The strong scent of cigarettes wakes you up to relief your anxious sleep as the rays of golden hours dances through the small space of your room, motivating you to sit up in order to get ready for a new dares. Mornings are always hard as you never liked the idea of being out of your comfort zone - the bed. You shiver at the coldness of your wooden floor, groaning in annoyance as you fail to locate your favourite pair of fluffy slippers. The clock at nightstand struck now at 5:34AM, signaling to start your day with a cup of warm coffee made by your roommate Seonghwa who is also one of his friends.

Making your way to the dresser in order to pull out a pair of jeans and a simple white tshirt, you scroll down trough your daily reminder of activites as you got a message from Seonghwa saying to hurry up before the breakfast could get cold. The small yawn escape your mouth as you curse in your head for his overdramatic ass, he is always nagging about you to his boyfriend Hongjoong, who is a leader of the gang ATEEZ, he and other boys belongs to. You had actually a couple of chances to met him, he is a devoted kid with the sweetest smile you have ever seen. Deep down your heart you know both of them cares for you, like a brothers who want nothing but the best for their little sister. Grabbing a brush at your desk, you comb your long hair to smooth it out before doing a gentle makeup on your face to look freshly new. The last glance at the reflection in the mirror satisfites you, smiling brightly as you leave the room with a delighted mood.

The magnificent breakfast at the large kitchen's counter is what greets you first with it's abundance, thanking to god for Seonghwa's kindly gesture and his angelic manners. You need to attack him with kisses later for being a perfect roommate you were craving for years. Taking a seat, you glance at the flawlessly baked pancakes with doze of fresh fruits, most of them strawberries as he exactly know from one of many shared conversations that they are your favourite fruits. To improve your mood even more in adcition there is also a coffee that you would yearn for all of morning. He was indeed a perfect roommate, a soft-hearted bad boy with a caring side contrasting with his opposite lifestyle.

You consume the meal in peace as the muffled voice could be heard at the end of balcony where Seonghwa and you would enjoy his morning routine which include of a cigarette and hot cocoa for him, praising you about being non-addicted to smoking and you with a plain black coffee, talking to a Bom who is your newly planted Dianthus. Curiosity won a battle against your guts as you ate the food and decide to go towards the balcony in order to greet your friend but the harsh smell of smoke hit your lungs, coughing in desperation for fresh air as you blink a couple of times.

The mesmerizing sight of San with cigarette between his long fingers looks like pulled straight out of the outstanding painting in which his acute jaw is carved with delicate caution and his honey glazed skin glows in the sun, being a living example of a descendant of god. San's cat like eyes meets yours in a rapid moment, the sound of thumping inside your heart increase as you gulp and you swear you could see the whole universe in them. Too many stars to count them all.

He puts out the source of smoke, brushing a hand through his hair with red streaks to sleak them back in order to see you better in the sunrise. No sign of Seonghwa, the only savior is now gone, making you question what was his excuse to leave you alone with San. "Did you sleep well, princess?" he asks, the hoarse of his voice send a shiver down your spine. "I heard you like to talk to Bom. Your friend seems to enjoy my company."

"Why are you here? Where is Seonghwa?"

"Ouch." San pouts in fake pain at your blunt question. "I wanted to see your pretty face." he smirks as he leans against the balcony grilles covered in flowers. "Seonghwa is at his room talking with his lover boy." You want to take a picture of this moment, to remember it everyday before going to sleep, at how his sparkling eyes are looking at you with adoration and his intoxicating scent is overhelming you.

Choi San is a epitome of a bad boy who dresses in all black, the leather jacket on his left shoulder, the other arm is being exposed by his tank top which perfectly shows his majestic tattoos. You don't know if all of them have deeper meanings, hiding the scars of past misakes or made just under the influence of youth. One catch your liking, the weathered cat on his forearm.

"Is that a cat?" you asks curiously, causing him to grin widely at your little interest in his persona as his face lit up like a sun to run away with your breath. His deep dimples makes apperance as you shyly smile back at him, containg the urge to put kisses all over them and tell him how truly beautiful they are. If someone could be more charming than him, you wouldn't be in hell right now.

Chuckling, he says. "Yeah, that's my cat. Her name is Byeol." he smiles at the mention of his lovable pet, he surely adores her with genious love. Being envious of cat is amusing, but you can't help the uncertainty to his feelings, wishing he just would love you the way he loves her. "It's old though."

You step forward in order to examine the tattoo by yourself at the close range, his well-built body radiates with power over your wits, the hot temperature filling you up with dizziness as you burst with desire when his skin make contact with yours. The feeling of his piercing eyes on your every movements is affecting you in the way you would never imagined, blushing like a kid who would be caught at the stealing his favourite cookie. Inhaling his sensual scent, you don't break the contact between the both of you as you bite your lips at the thoughts, clouding your mind because his flaming skin feels rights on your cold one. "No, I think it's cute despite it's condition."

San's face softens at your words. "If you say so." he says, grabbing your delicate hand in his, letting it wander all over his tattooed arm to left the trace of heaven he's long lost addicted to. Yours touch is like a drug to him, dangerous but worth it's price, taking away his common sense in order to make him a fool of your nonexsisting sins. Oh, how much he wants to to demolish you with his world.

The drowing out sound of both yours rapid heartbeatings is like the sweetest music to your ears which you listen to ease your uneasy feelings, shaking you to the core of lust in order to realise the pressure of his warm hands on your waist, pressing himself as close to you as possible. Clutching subtly at his black top you push him into your embrace, lips molds together in a quick moment as he pulls away completely and you feel cold and empty as he flashes you a sly grin.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry" you says paincked. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

"It's okay, don't be sorry. I actually really like it." he says as he doesn’t give you the time to respond, choosing to press his lips hard against yours instead. You would lie if you say the butterflies inside your stomach doesn't burst the second his soft lips met yours, opening a whole new world to you.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

San chuckles and grabs you by the chin but his touch is not rough, more likely gentle like a feather, taking care of the pressure he puts into showing affection to you. "No, are you?" he mocks you. "I like you, remember?"

You shake your head as your heart starts to pound at his meaningful confession, craving for more of his sweet talking. The relationship with San started at the beginning of colleague when Seonghwa introduced him to you as on of his best friends. You both were attracted to ourselves but sometimes not everything work the way we want it to be. "What do you mean by like, we are enemies" you whisper as his hand sneaks to the small of your back in order to pull you even closer if that's possible, rubbing at the cold flesh of your skin, leaving the suave aftertaste of his hell.

"I really like you, (Y/N)." he says softly as his embrace on you grow stronger, proving how secure his arms could feel around your fragile figure. The sparks in his brown eyes are magnificent like a colorful fireworks on a New Year, drawing you into the neverending trance of exchanging shy looks. "My reputation is fucked up but who cares, they already know not to mess with me. These braindead folks can go to hell, I swear to god they are only a burden."

Venom lingers in his voice like a bitter poison, covering your blushy skin in goosebumps as you look away from his pleading stare to hide the tears, threating to fall at the corner of your eyes. It pains you that you have to see him in state, where the hateful words are form of a escape from a incumbent reality. "I care, San. How can I not, if you bring the troubles once I'm not looking" you sigh. "It’s not your fault, though." you lean into him, dropping your head in the crook of his neck. The faint sound of his heartbeat soothe your nerves like a precious lullaby, dreaming about this moment.

For a bad boy who can only curse about his miserable life, Choi San is a lost puppy who never experienced the meaning of love. Always in the wrong hands of his owners, deceiving his feelings to fall into the depths of emotion abyss.

You bite your lips in anexiety, exhaling his intoxicating scent of expensive cologne mixed with the smell of cigarettes from earlier. "Can you prove to me that your confession was true? Show me how much do you like me and how do you crave the feeling of my skin in yours, to hold me like this every night not like other girls you slept with." you ask with trembling hands. "Promise me to be honest with me and make me fall in love with the real you."

He chuckles as he softly presses his lips to the crown of your head. "I promise." he states, your insides swell and your heart pounds in your chest once again because San is far for being a perfect boyfriend but maybe you have a power to change him to be one. "Tutoring can wait" he says as you look at him curiously, a teasing smile on his face.

"San, your grades are awful." you sigh as you cannot help but smile at the sight of the pout on his face, looking like a kid who couldn't get his favourite lollipop. You pull away from him and thread your fingers through his hair in an attempt to comfort him.

He grins as you allow him to press chaste kisses down your neck to your lips, softly pressing into you as you whimper at his close approximaty, his burning touch leaving you with a bite for more of the forbidden fruit. Kissing him feels like paradise, you have never done it before, contemplating about the sin but it feels right. "I don't care."

Far for being angelic, the son of devil sets on fire your heart, not caring for the burns on his skin, inviting you to his little game.

"Kids, I left you for a moment and you are already making out." The sound of Seonghwa voice make you giggle in embarrassment.

"Fuck off, Seonghwa!" San warns, eyeing the older boy.

Maybe connecting your soul with Choi San’s won't be that bad idea.

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obaby-me · 4 years

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Rooftop Rendezvous

Leviathan x Reader

Right trope, wrong genre.

Author’s Note: I tried something new for me, trying to be gender neutral in a smut. It was difficult and I may not have conveyed it all right. If ya’ll got any tips, hit me up. Some constructive criticism on this one is definitely accepted.

You’d told him you had something special planned for him.

It started with breakfast. You gave him toast with jam and told him to hurry on his way or he’d be late. You’d recommended that he eat while he run.

He found a love letter waiting for him in locker.

You’d saved him a seat at a window at the back of the room.

You gave him a bento you had made for him.

By the third-class period he’d caught on to your special surprise.

You had pulled out every stop in giving him a simulated experience of a protagonist in an anime! What the specific genre was, he was yet uncertain, but you had planned out a whole story for him for his day.

Was it a simple slice of life? Or was it supernatural? Would there be magic? Maybe it was simply a romance? After all, you two had been together for some. Regardless, he was giddy beyond measure!

For lunch, you invited him up to the roof. Another staple trope of any story with a school setting. It’s where all the key events happen: where close friends gather for a place away from it all; where characters develop with heart-to-heart conversations or through brooding monologues; and of course, where romantic confessions and quiet dates between lovers take place.

“Don’t be late,” you had warned him, with a coy smile and finger of your lips. “I want every second I can with you.”

He couldn’t stop smiling in the class just before, daydreaming of the possibilities that awaited him. And the minute the teacher dismissed the class, he practically sprinted to meet you. He thought that perhaps he would get a love confession, or you’d be feeding him bites from his special bento.

When he’d opened the door to the roof, you greeted him with a peck on his cheek, an action that still made him blush no matter how many times you did so—but at least he’d stopped protesting as opposed to when you first began dating. He’d learned if he put any sort of unwillingness you would stop immediately. He could never tell if was because you were teasing him or if you were trying to be considerate.

“I found the naughtiest book peeking out from your bed,” you hummed, pulling from behind you book he knew too well.

His body went cold, his muscles rigid as the gears in his head slowly turned at the

His hentai. The mangas he’d removed from his shelves and hidden away under his bed since your arrival to the House of Lamentation—you’d found them! He was a yucky otaku, but he didn’t want you to know he was a pervert too.

But now you did now. And he was mortified. The only noise he could make was drawn out scream as he stumbled back against the door he’d closed behind him. “I-I—” he tried to explain, but no good excuse came to the forefront of his mind.

“I was so excited when I did,” you cooed as you approached him, practically predatory.

“E-excited?” He asked with confusion. He’d thought for sure you were going to be upset. But your tone and that look in your eye said otherwise. He gulped audibly unsure this was even happening.

“Oh, yes very. I was especially fond of the little rendezvous on the rooftop here.” You told him, opening the book to a page you had dog eared. He’d have to be mad about that later.

Instead he could only attempt to gather air into his lungs as his mouth opened and closed while small noises that were attempts at words seemed to flow out.

“I was hoping, we could re-enact a something from it,” you whispered, a finger trailing up his shirt, eyes flitting up to him. You bit your lip in the most enticing way, the way he knew you knew he liked.

The only thing he could do was nod frantically as you slowly fell to your knees, a wicked glint in your eye.

“You can stop me at any time,” you assured him—to which he wildly shook his head no. No, he didn’t dare to turn this opportunity down. Frantically he searched for the door handle behind him, locking the door as his signal that he was more than ready, despite his embarrassment and his incredibly reddened face.

Pleased, you unbuckled his pants and pulled them down only half way down his thighs, only just enough for you to get your face flat against him and rub against his cock against your soft cheek, peering up at him. With a shaking hand he stroked your hair, as you began to kiss up his shaft to the tip, and lick a long stripe down again. With kitten licks, you teased him, and his legs began to shake—mostly from nerves as much as impatience. In an attempt to soothe him, you ran your hands up his thighs stroking in circles.

When you finally wrapped your lips around his cock, you took him inch by inch, each time pulling back and coming down for just a little bit more. Warm, soft, and slick. He bucked his hips and found to his surprise that you gripped his thighs and pushed him hard against the door as a way to stop him.

Your eyes held a warning, and he whined. “P-please… You’re teasing! I-it’s not fair…” His hands moving up to cover his mouth from further noises to escape him.

You moan around him, and he feels his cock hit the back of your throat, your hands pumping what you had yet to put in your mouth. You had more to go, and he couldn’t stand the wait.

But the more you worked him, the less he thought of the door, of being heard, and the more he seemed to loosen up the muscles that had tightened in his nervousness. His face remained red, and he still bit at his hands to stifle some of his groans, but he no longer choked on them in attempt to hold them back completely.

Pulling back you gazed up at him, eyes lidded. Gently you pulled on his arm down and then his hands into your hair. “You know how it goes, don’t you, baby?” You cooed, eyes glancing at the book and his eyes widened.

His mouth watered, and he gulped it back as he paused to think it through, biting at his lip nervously considering it. “You have to tell me if it hurts.” He asked, as he stroked your hair. You nod and smile, returning your mouth to the tip, your tongue flicking against the head in an effort to entice him.

“This taste, this smell,” you quoted as you rubbed your cock against your cheek, “it makes my head spin.”

His hands fisted into your hair and despite your pushing against his legs, he roughly shoved forward into your throat. You gag around him, and rake your hands down his thighs to give yourself a more stable hold.

Just like the panels. You really were letting him live out every fantasy and he couldn’t thank you enough.

He pulled your head back as you take a breath and then immediately thrusts again, feeling little less resistance the more he used you, until you laxed completely, eyes rolling to the back, cheeks red from the exertion.

What was the line? “This is right where you belong,” he groaned, “you were made perfect for me.” And by god, you really were. From the way you loved him to the way you sucked him. You were perfection. He couldn’t adore you more.

Against his cock he could feel your lips tighten and your cheeks raise with a smile on your face. And somehow, the thought alone was more than enough than even the way your tongue lapped at the underside of his cock. That familiar tense in his gut and the way his cock pulsed, he knew he was close.

“Drink it down,” he commanded, though his voice held very little authority. Levi simply didn’t have it in him to be, as much as he wished to be. He came hard, groaning loudly, your name on his lips. You made it a point to swallow loudly, your throat closing around his now sensitive cock, causing him to shake.

When he yanked you off, you coughed and gasped for air, but you couldn’t stop smiling. Opening your mouth to confirm you had taken in every last drop. He trailed a finger over your sloppy lips. As the story goes, you should turn and beg for more. But something felt out of place.

Levi kneeled, gently cupping your cheek. “I love you,” he whispered in a gentle kiss.

“That’s not in the book,” you chuckle against his lips.

“Nevermind the book. I want to kiss you, okay?” He muttered. “This is better.” His arms wrapped you pulling you against him as he sat back against the door.

Kiss after kiss, tongues dancing as his hands wandered on your form. “Whose teasing now?” You whine and he grins devilishly. His grope at you mercilessly, slipping a hand under your clothes, and down into your underwear to insert a finger into you. But he paused as he felt something already taking his place.

He shouldn’t have been surprised to find a toy waiting for him, given that you had prepared to re-enact everything in the story, but to actually feel it was a much different experience. In his excitement, he quickly flipped you on your back, removing your clothes to see it too. “H-hey!” You yelped in your surprise.

Had you been wearing that all day? The very thought made his cock twitch. “No way,” He said with awe. His fingers gripped the toy that sat inside you rotated it experimentally inside you, angling it to rub against your walls. You moaned loudly, your face contorted into absolute bliss, and your body trembled beneath him. He rotated it once more, picking up speed with every turn, and pulling it out to spiral it back in.

“Oh, god, Levi, please,” you begged, “I’m gonna cum, Levi, I’m gonna cum,” you chanted as your hips rocked back into the toy. You reached a hand to find something to hold on to and he leaned forward to at least give you his shoulders to grip. But despite your pulls for him to reach you for a kiss, he kept himself upright, his hands only working on you faster. He wanted to see it. He needed to see your face when you came, his eyes determine and trained on you.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, and your body arched as you came, coating you both with your cum. You panted quietly as you came down, and he slowly pulled the toy from you, and lining his hard cock up in its place.

He pushed the head in gently, but went no deeper, leaning down to give you another kiss, another thank you. “Levi, if you don’t put it in me now, I’ll never forgive you,” you groaned into him. He laughed and more than happily complied, thrusting in slowly, stretching you in ways the toy simply couldn’t.

“I love you, Levi,” you breathed against his ear, “I love you so much.” It was the most beautiful phrase he could ever hear.

You loved him. You wanted him. You were all his, and he was all yours.

Levi’s pace quickened, the sound of wet skin hitting wet skin coming together in a lovely chorus to your moans. “I love you,” he returned to you, his forehead laying against yours. Between panting breaths you kissed, only leaving for the air that you required.

“I—I’m close,” Levi warned. He hated to cum before you, but sometimes it simply couldn’t be helped.

Your hand moved to stroke yourself as to catch up to him, and he thrust harder but slower into you as if to delay himself.

“Levi,” you gasped, losing your strength to rock against him any longer. Now you were at your limit too. He bucked faster once again, hands gripping into your sides and jerking you on to him cock instead.

Your body went limp and shivering, as you came, though you were tightening around him in the most delicious way. With your name on his lips, he came into you, pumping a few more times to get every remnant out and into you.

The was quiet as you to desperately replaced the oxygen you lost in the exertion. He heard you laughing slightly in your content bliss and he smiled as well. As he pulled from you he watched his cum drip down, and thinking quickly he retrieve the toy and swiped what cum that leaked and pushed it back into you.

You gasped, still incredibly sensitive, but Levi only smiled at you. “I want this in until we get home.”

“Levi, I don’t think I could make it the day like this,” you whine. “I might just—”

“If you cum you’ll have to make it up to me at home,” he said with a peck to your forehead and a cheeky grin. “It’s what happens in the manga after all.”

“We didn’t re-enact it exactly anyway,” you retort.

“I like our way better. It’s better than anything any anime, game, or manga.”

You smiled back at him, brightly as you reached up to hold him close again until the bell rang signaling the end of the lunch period. Quickly the two of you attempted to adjust yourselves to hurry to class.

“Ah!” Levi screamed suddenly as you unlocked the door to begin down the staircase.

“What is it?”

“My bento! I never ate my bento!” He cried miserably as he followed after you.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #fic

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unicyclehippo · 4 years

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for a prompt like. jes goes to bed early and beau figures she’s just talking to the traveler, when she goes up she hears her talking to marion about beau and she’s just like oh. in my head it was sending but more content if they’re in nicodranas.,, idk u decide! idk how to sign this off so.,, may your microwave work for the foreseeable future :) okaybye!

they’ve been in town for a couple days and it’s great, it’s really great. nott is veth again and she’s all but disappeared with yeza and luc, spending all her time with them on the beach and in their rooms, hearing all the stories luc has about everything he has seen—twice. jester is likewise absorbed in spending time with her mum and so it’s just beau, caleb, fjord, yasha and cad. which is actually most of them but it feels odd, missing their loudest members. they spent the day—last of the three they set aside for a small vacation before orly is set to take them east to the volcano—at the beach, mostly, and then in a bookstore for a faintly smiling caleb, even though they all smell of seaweed and salt and they’re leaving sand behind them wherever they go. when he’s content and the books hidden in fjord’s bag of holding, they lose themselves in the warren of winding streets and find the diviest of bars to drink in until the whole world is warm and slightly blurred and they fling arms over shoulders and walk in a stumbling lockstep back to the chateau, not nearly drunk enough to forget the way back, not drunk at all. just—content.

jester meets them at the bottom of the steps, her hair in a new style that makes beau blink and then wink each eye in case that’ll help her focus.

‘you - changed your hair,’ she blurts.

caleb, whose shoulders her arm hangs around, staggers when she lurches forward a step.

jester lifts her hand to the short ends, runs it through the shorter curls. it’s been cut into a sweet bob, one that frames her heart-shaped face and—

‘is it bad?’ she asks, nose crinkling with worry.

beau blinks stupidly at her. ‘no,’ she says.

jester waits. then, ‘oh. okay.’

‘looks good, jessie,’ fjord calls. he looks suspiciously put together and beau wonders if it’s a paladin thing or if he’d been smart to let her win their drinking contest. she’s still thinking about it, and grinning because it had been a good, fun night, when he asks gently, ‘ready for tomorrow morning?’

‘oh. well, yes and no. i’m excited to go to traveller con of course but,’ she catches her bottom lip between her teeth. shrugs delicately. ‘i always miss my mama.’

there’s a round of nods.

beau stares at jester’s curls. her fingers burn to touch them, to feel if the curls are actually heavy or if it’s just the way they fall, if they’re as soft as they look.

‘we should—get to sleep,’ caleb says, and the words slur the slightest bit with alcohol and a weighted accent. ‘jester, the hairdresser must be a transmutation wizard. they have changed you,’ he says, and then laughs a quick laugh, which he quickly contains. but his eyes are happy and that has everyone laughing too.

‘that’s a terrible joke,’ jester tells him. ‘go to bed, all of you. and caleb—teleportation circle for tomorrow’s spells.’

‘ja, ja, i will remember.’ he taps the side of his long nose. ‘i remember.’

he and fjord and caduceus begin to climb the steps to their room. yasha makes excuses oddly fast to follow, and beau catches her eyes as she slides behind jester. yasha shoots her a look beau can’t decipher and the woman must realise that because she sighs, smiles, and continues on up the steps.

‘did you have fun tonight, beau?’

‘i missed you.’ jester eyes widen slightly. beau hurries to explain. ‘not that it’s not cool that you spent it with your mum, of course you should do that, we all know you miss her heaps which is - wow - really nice, actually? and she loves you so, duh. it’s just,’ beau shrugs, and she thinks maybe she’s a little more drunk than she originally thought because the slow clumsiness of it is catching up, makes her feel a little awkward in her own feet. ‘it’s different without you an’ nott. veth. i guess it’s not as fun for you ‘cause you don’t drink but there were card games you woulda liked. and it’s—we were just hanging out, y’know? ‘s’not the same without you. nicer when you’re there.’ she smiles then, and when jester just stares at her, she smiles wider, trying to push all the sincerity as she can into it. jester loves nicodranas and her mum, beau knows, and she’s not afraid that jester will stay behind, certainly not so close to traveller con, but beau thinks it’s not a bad time to remind jester that actually they all really, really adore her and she was missed.

the re-doubled smile must work because jester blinks a few times and then returns the smile.

‘beau,’ she says teasingly, ‘you’re so sweet when you’re drunk.’

‘i’m not that drunk.’

‘you’re pretty drunk,’ jester tells her with faux solemnity. ‘want me to take you to bed? i mean, to bed! like, to your bed to sleep.’

beau grins. ‘you’re blushing.’

jester scowls. ‘no.’

‘mhm.’ she steps closer. taps jester’s cheek. she’s gentle about it, pushes all her attention to it so she doesn’t drunkenly jab her hard. it has the effect she intended—soft, not painful—and one she didn’t, in that she feels with perfect clarity how soft jester’s cheek is, the warmth of her flush. she lets her finger drop. wavers a little where she stands only a few inches from jester. ‘um. i can make it,’ she tells jester. ‘you came down for cookies, right?’

jester frowns. ‘how did you—‘

‘not as drunk as i look,’ beau tells her cheerfully. ‘we definitely caught you out, you were trying to be sneaky ‘bout it. it’s after dinner and you’re better about sweets when you’re with your mum. an’ you were talking about ‘em this morning.’ jester stares up at her, shakes her head slowly. she looks confused, and really pretty, and beau is filled with sudden warmth at the idea of knowing someone as well as she knows jester. ‘have fun, drink some good milk. you would’ve hated the bar, the milk was bad.’

‘you had some?’

beau shrugs. ‘i ordered one for you, forgot you weren’t there. we all drank some.’ she pulls a face. then kisses jester’s cheek, presses her own flushed cheek to jester’s, who holds very still.

then, beau carries herself happily up the stairs and to jester’s room, collapsing boneless to the bed.

her head feels like it’s been filled with angry bees when she wakes. that might be the dream she’d had. her mouth tastes like she licked a dirty boot, too. disgusting.

if she holds herself very still, though, she can ignore all of that and maybe, maybe, fall back to sleep.

just as she thinks about it, beau knows it’s not gonna happen. her neck cricks and her bladder screams from the pressure and so with a groan she rolls to the side and carefully stands. her headache pounds a little more forcefully but it’s far from the worst she’s ever had. a little water and she’ll be grand.

speaking of water.

beau adjusts her pants back into place, wipes wet hands absently on her shirt as she leaves the washroom, steps out into the hall. it’s early still and the chateau is still. quiet. faint music and conversation lifts up to jester’s level from the one below and beau follows it like she’s caught.

by the time she has come down the stairs, she knows it’s marion’s room, and knows the voices are hers and jester’s. she thinks about turning away but the sun has started to lift and she knows jester hasn’t started to pack. how she had managed to scatter her things literally everywhere across the room beau can’t begin to understand. she’ll peek in, remind jester about it, head down for an early run on the beach maybe. and breakfast. the chateau does a damn good breakfast.

‘—don’t know what to do about it.’ jester, beau’s mind supplies. distressed.

‘what do you want to do about it?’ marion. decidedly not at all distressed. amused?

‘i don’t know,’ jester wails. ‘why can’t this be easy?’

‘the worthwhile things in life rarely are, little sapphire.’

beau grins. jester will hate being told that. her grin widens when she hears jester grumble a reluctant agreement; in her mind’s eye she can see her clearly, nose crinkled, grumpy face on, strewn over one of her mother’s fainting couches maybe.

‘can’t you just tell me what to do?’ jester wheedles. ‘you know everything!’

‘about sex, perhaps. about love? not as much as i would like.’ the room is quiet for a moment, and beau thinks her suddenly racing heart will give her away. love? they’re talking about love? ‘matters of the heart always seem simple from the outside. when you’re the one tangled in it, it seems impossible, doesn’t it?’

jester makes a pitiful sound of agreement.

beau nearly does too.

‘well, what do you think then? even if you’re on the outside?’

‘i think... that you could do far worse.’

‘mama.’

‘what do you want me to say, jester?’

‘the truth!’

‘the truth?’ marion asks in an arch tone, and oh beau is less familiar with her but jester is not so removed from her mother that she can’t imagine it. the cool look, the raised brows, the pursed lips as the expression coalesces into one simple question—are you sure?

‘please, mama.’

‘very well. i don’t think you would have come to me all in a flutter if you weren’t feeling something. and you obviously hold her in high regard, or you wouldn’t have spent all of the last two days talking about her.’

‘i didnt—not all,’ jester denies, weakly.

‘you spoke of her a lot, my darling,’ marion tells her gently. a moment passes, then, ‘i think you enjoy her attention. i think you care for her very much. and i think you know how she cares for you. didn’t you tell me you thought she was going to kiss you?’

‘you should have seen the way she smiled,’ jester whispers. ‘beau was—‘

the mention of her name breaks the spell beau was held by, frozen in place listening to the conversation play out. guilt mingles hot with hope and fear, churning in her gut, but she manages to step back softly, and again until she reaches the stairs. she takes the next flight quietly before all but sprinting down the rest, flying out the door.

a run. a run along the beach. she’ll forget all about this and when she comes back to breakfast, she’ll be ready. she won’t encroach on jester, she won’t upset her with what she had hoped had been subtle. she’ll be better about it.

the sand crunches beneath her boots, the tide washing it harder underfoot than the soft white dunes, and beau runs.

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Home Lives With You-Part 2

Title: Home Lives With You. Pairings: Steve x Tony Part: 2/? Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, blood, abuse (physical and verbal), ptsd, anxiety, bullying Summary: Peter’s been living with the abusive Thompson family for years, it was the only family in the system that would take him. When Steve and Tony get a phone call from the social worker who introduced them to their daughter Morgan for an emergency placement, they feel like they must pay back the favor. But are Steve and Tony taking on more than they can handle, and will Peter be able to adjust to a warm and welcoming family home? A/N: A nonnie requested this and I couldn’t resist writing it, hope you enjoy!

Part 1

Peter couldn’t believe the Stark-Rogers residence. When he’d arrived at the house he’d expected it to be as cold and unforgiving at the Thompson’s. instead he found that it smelled like spaghetti Bolognese and looked lived in. it was clear to Peter that they’d cleaned up just before he’d arrived, everything was clean but not the squeaky clean that came from disuse but the kind of lived-in everything’s been used clean. There were toys for Morgan everywhere despite all of the toy boxes and cubbys that were stationed around the house. Peter kept replaying his conversation with Steve over and over again. But I’d prefer it if you called me Steve. Peter had been tempted to take him up on his offer, but he was worried that it could be a trap.

“He seems like a really good kid.” Peter could hear Tony and Steve’s voices down the hall in their own bedroom. Steve and Tony had promised to give him a proper house tour after school tomorrow and Peter had simply nodded his head. He was too busy trying to commit the taste of ice cream to memory. When Steve had suggested it, Peter had tried to come up with a way to say he had never had ice cream before. He’d seen it before, Flash had always taunted his dessert in front of Peter as Peter looked for scraps of leftovers. But he’d never been allowed to taste it. he was afraid he wouldn’t like it and that the Stark-Rogers’ would judge him for that. But it had been incredible and the first thing Peter had eaten in more than a day. He’d considered for half a heartbeat asking if he could have some spaghetti Bolognese if there was any leftovers, but had reconsidered. He was lucky to have been given the ice cream, he shouldn’t ask for anything more than what was mercifully offered to him.

“Morgan really likes him.” Peter smiled to himself from where he was curled up on the floor, his backpack used as a pillow. Morgan was possibly the most adorable kid that Peter had ever seen in his life and he hoped that he’d get to see her again once this was all over. Peter rolled over and eyed the bed, Steve had told him that it was for him. But it wasn’t worth risking. The bed still belonged to Tony and Steve. And even though neither of them had explicitly said it, Peter knew this was a guest bedroom. This room isn’t mine. It doesn’t belong to me and neither does the bed. I’m not allowed the bed. So he curled up on the floor, hoping that wouldn’t bother Tony or Steve.

“What if he’s vegetarian?” Steve said suddenly and Tony looked up from the eggs he was scrambling.

“what?”

“We’re making him bacon and eggs, what if he’s a vegetarian?”

“Then he doesn’t eat the bacon.”

“Okay, but what if he doesn’t like eggs scrambled, we should have asked him.” Steve apparently was going to be a mother hen through this whole situation and Tony already knew why. He’d known it from the moment Peter had called him Mr Stark-Rogers instead of sir. Steve wanted to keep Peter beyond the month. Maybe even forever. Tony would be lying if the thought hadn’t crossed his mind but it was still too early to think about, to even discuss. They hadn’t even had him for a full twenty-four hours. It didn’t help that Morgan absolutely adored him.

“Stevie if he’s vegetarian or hates scrambled eggs we can just make him something else.”

“but that could make him late for school.” Steve ran a hand through his hair and there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

“Then we’ll get him something on the way. Set the table please.” Steve nodded and went to set the table, Peter stepped inside the kitchen then. His wide eyes took in Tony making breakfast and he paused mid-step.

“Sir I’m sorry I didn’t wake up sooner to help with breakfast i-“ Tony waved a hand.

“Don’t even worry about it Pete, do you mind if I call you Pete?” Tony glanced at him and Peter’s throat bobbed.

“Not at all sir.” Tony grinned, and poured the eggs into the frying pan.

“Great, do you like scrambled eggs and are you vegetarian?” Peter blinked and then nodded, followed by his head shaking.

“I like scrambled eggs and no I’m not a vegetarian sir.” His eyes darted over to the bacon on the grill and he licked his lips. Tony was kicking himself for not forcing the kid to eat more last night but had had a feeling that Peter wouldn’t have accepted it. it was hard enough getting him to eat the damn ice cream.

“great, Steve’s setting the table.” Peter didn’t move from the doorway.

“My old fosters kept my chores on the fridge, where’s my list sir?” Tony looked up again and rose his brows.

“Your what now?”

“My list of chores sir?” Peter bit his lip and his eyes frantically darted around the room. Tony’s heart broke for him.

“Don’t be ridiculous Peter you just got here. But if you really want a chore can you make sure Morgan’s up and tell her breakfast is ready?” Peter swallowed and suddenly looked so dejected that Tony immediately wanted to take it back.

“of course sir.” Peter turned on his heel and left before Tony could tell him not to worry about it, before he could tell Peter to just sit at the table and eat.

“Shit.” He grumbled, feeling like any progress he’d made with Peter had somehow just been undone.

Peter was an idiot to think that the Stark-Rogers’ were actually going to feed him breakfast. For half a second he’d let himself imagine what it would be like to be Steve and Tony’s son, to come down and have breakfast ready and no chores to do. But then, why had he asked about Peter’s food preferences? Maybe he was just making sure Peter would eat the leftovers like the Thompson’s? that had to be it, there was no other explanation. Peter knocked on Morgan’s door and heard a giggle in response.

“Morgan?” he asked and then she shrieked. Peter slowly opened the door and was practically by the eight year old as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Peter was so malnourished that he crashed to the floor and Morgan was shrieking. His heart lurched into his throat and he covered his head with his arms as footsteps sounded up the stairs. He was done for, he was so dead, like six feet underground dead, he’d fucked up for real this time.

When Steve came upstairs he was simply checking in to see what Morgan was over excited about this morning. He found Peter cowering against the wall, hands covering his head and trembling.

“Peter?” Steve dropped to his knees beside the kid and Peter flinched.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have opened the door, I didn’t know that wasn’t allowed, I should’ve known better sir ididntmeantoupsetherandipromiseyouthatillnevereverdoitagainand-“

“Slow down Peter, take a breath it’s alright.” Steve gently placed his had on Peter’s back and rubbed soothing circles between Peter’s shoulder blades.

Peter was sure that he was hallucinating. There was no way that Steve was actually trying to comfort him, he had to be losing it. surely not, surely he was going insane? But he found himself calming down and he slowly lifted his head, still unsure whether that was a good move or not. But Steve was smiling gently and Morgan was frowning at him.

“Are you okay miss?” his voice wobbled and she nodded, her face breaking out into a grin.

“It’s not your fault Peter, Morgan is really hyper in the morning, she was screaming in excitement.” Oh. Peter leaned back against the wall and nodded, suddenly feeling embarrassed from his outburst.

“Sorry for causing a scene then sir.” Steve winced but nodded.

“Breakfast!” Tony called from downstairs and Steve pulled Peter to his feet.

“I’ll get ready for school now sir.” Peter told him and Steve rose a brow.

“Breakfast is ready for you Peter.” Oh, so Tony really had planned on giving him breakfast. Peter nodded once and followed Steve and Morgan downstairs, his heart was racing. Tonight he wouldn’t get dinner, he just knew it, his outburst had ruined it for sure.

“Thanks daddy!” Morgan sat down and Tony pushed her chair in. Peter looked at the kitchen island where he thought the leftovers would be, but there was nothing other than a dirty frying pan.

“Pete?” Peter turned at the sound of Tony’s voice and found there was a fourth spot set up at the table and it took him a moment too long to realise that it was set for him. The plate was full with bacon and scrambled eggs and his mouth immediately salivated at this. was he dreaming? Were they really going to let him eat bacon? Peter sat down next to Morgan and waited. Steve began eating, Tony reached for the salt.

“Are you going to eat?” Steve asked, his voice light and airy.

“right, sorry sir. Thank you for breakfast sirs.” Tony glanced at Steve but said nothing as Peter picked up his knife and fork. He ate slowly, savouring every bite. The eggs were perfect, light and fluffy and Peter almost moaned when he put them in his mouth.

Tony didn’t miss the fact that Peter had gone from calling Steve Mr Stark-Rogers back to calling him sir. Once they all finished Peter collected all the plates and took them to the kitchen sink where he froze.

“Pete?” Tony asked and Peter looked up, biting his lip.

“If it isn’t too much trouble…could I take a shower?” Tony glanced to Steve whose eyes had gone wide.

“Of course Peter, it’s the door across from yours.”

“Would you like me to wash the dishes before I did take a shower?” Tony glanced at the clock and shook his head.

“We’ve got a dishwasher. You better hurry though or you’re going be late for school.” Peter nodded and ran upstairs, like he was afraid they’d change their minds. Tony turned to Steve, frowning.

“I’m going to give Rhodey a call, see just how bad Peter’s circumstances were back at the Thompson’s.” Steve said before Tony could even ask.

“I love you.” Tony said and Steve chuckled.

“I know.” At that Tony’s jaw dropped open.

“Hey!” Steve chuckled, stood up and kissed the top of Tony’s head.

“I love you too, now you should get dressed or you’re going to be late.” Steve said and grabbed Morgan to finish getting her ready for school.

Peter made sure he didn’t spend more than two minutes in the shower. He quickly ducked into his “room” and grabbed his tiny bar of soap. He’d have to ask the school nurse for another one soon. He then slipped into the bathroom and didn’t turn on the water until he was underneath the spout and didn’t even consider the hot water. The cold was biting but forced him awake and sent a tremble through his body. He’d done a shit job of stitching up his wound but he wasn’t bleeding anymore which he took for a good sign. The bruises were worse this morning and his ribs were killing, but he wouldn’t voice his concerns to anyone. No one wanted to listen to him whine. He also brushed his teeth whilst he was in the shower, making sure he didn’t use any water more than he needed.

“Peter are you ready?” Steve called and Peter grabbed his backpack. His clothes scratched his skin and were only a thread away from unravelling altogether.

“Coming sir!” he called as he made his way downstairs. Steve smiled and Morgan was impatiently jumping from one foot to the other.

“Let’s go!” she cried and Steve chuckled.

“Bye Tony!” Steve called and Peter glanced back to Tony coming towards them in a suit.

“Bye honey.” He and Steve kissed and then he bent down to Morgan.

“Have a good day princess.” She scrunched her face up but couldn’t stop grinning.

“bye daddy.” She bounded outside and both men turned to Peter.

“what time do you finish school?” Tony asked and Peter shifted his weight. What kind of job did Tony have?

“three-fifteen sir.” Tony nodded his head, smiling gently.

“Have a good day Peter, I’ll pick you up in the main parking lot.” Tony promised and Peter nodded, though he didn’t truly believe that Tony would.

“Have a good day at work sir.” He followed Steve out and climbed into the passenger seat of the car, heart racing. He’d made it through his first night and they hadn’t done anything mean to him. If anything they’d been overly kind, too kind. Suspiciously kind. No one had ever done anything like this for him before and he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Can I tell the other kids that I have a new brother?” Morgan asked as Steve lined up to drop Morgan off at school. Peter’s heart practically stopped in his chest. New brother? God, the thought of getting adopted at his age was…impossible. No one adopted teenagers, not when he only had a few years left before he was legally responsible for himself. No one wanted a teenager, that’s not how the system works.

“Not just yet sweetheart.” Steve stopped the car and Morgan frowned.

“but Peter lives with us and everything!” she cried and Steve chuckled.

“Just think of it as an extended sleepover okay, have a good day your dad will pick you up.” She nodded and got out the car, Peter watched her go through the gates and run up to a group of eight-year-old girls. Steve punched in the address of Steve’s school on the GPS and then they were on their way.

“Thank you for driving me to school sir.” Peter said and Steve sighed.

“It’s not a problem Peter, but I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t call me sir anymore.” Peter flinched but nodded.

“sorry sir, I mean, err, Mr Stark-Rogers.” Steve chuckled and it put Peter on edge. Was this the other shoe about to drop?

“It’s alright Peter, and I’m sorry about Morgan she’s just very excited to have you around.” Steve told him and Peter blushed.

“She’s a very cute kid sir. And may I please ask you a question?” Steve rose a brow but nodded.

“ask away, whatever you want to know.” Peter nodded and looked out the window.

“You don’t have to tell me, it’s your personal life but I was just wondering what you and your husband did for a living?” Steve let out a laugh and Peter sank down further in his seat. He shouldn’t have asked, shouldn’t have pried. He was such an idiot.

“Tony does something in marketing, he’s got some fancy title that I can never remember and it’s got a lot to do with math. He spends a lot of time in meetings, I’ve just learned to smile and nod.” Peter despite himself chuckled and Steve grinned, big and wide.

“And yourself?” Peter asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious. He looked down at his hands and clenched them into fists.

“Well I used to be in the military, I served for six years, went out on deployment about eight times. And uhh met Tony when I was twenty-five about to leave for another deployment. Literally met him at the airport. My flight was delayed and so was his and we basically had our first date at the airport.” How romantic. Peter thought to himself and focused on Steve who seemed so relaxed, a dopey smile on his face.

“And then what?”

“Well, then I had to go. one day I got a letter and it was from him and we were pen pals for the next six months. I’d served my time and was given the opportunity to leave the military, an offer I decided to take. Now I’m an arts teacher at NYU.” Peter’s brows rose.

“What?”

“I only teach afternoon classes, Tony works his schedule around my classes for Morgan and now I guess you.” Steve chuckled but a wave of nerves washed over Peter. He was bothersome, something they had to fit their lives around.

“Sorry sir.” Peter mumbled and Steve groaned.

“It’s not an issue Peter, we don’t mind. We wouldn’t have taken you in if we weren’t willing alright? You’re not here for a pay cheque alright?”

“Alright sir.” They pulled into the car park of Peter’s school and he debated running but felt like Steve wasn’t ready for him to go just yet.

“Tony will pick you up from here alright? I’ll be home by dinner. Have a good day Peter.” Peter smiled and nodded.

“Have a good day to, Mr Stark-Rogers.” And then Peter was out of the car and heading inside the school.

“Hello?” Tony was pacing in his office and felt so relieved to see Steve’s name light up his phone screen.

“You won’t believe what I got Peter to do on the way to school.” There was so much excitement in Steve’s voice and Tony settled down into his chair.

“crack a half smile?” Tony asked and opened up his emails, he had about a billion to get through since yesterday.

“I got him to laugh.”

“Without me? no fair.” Tony pouted and Steve chuckled but Tony knew this was a big deal, the kid did act a little strange.

“I mean it was only a chuckle but I think with some more structure ad some love we could really-“

“I’ve already put it in my to-do list to call Rhodey.” Tony said before Steve could finish his sentence. He could picture the grin on Steve’s face, how excited Morgan would be when they told her. Kids, the idea seemed crazy that Tony now had kids.

“How is it that you always know what I’m about to say?” Steve asked but Tony noted the relief in Steve’s voice, it made him nervous. Just because it was becoming clear to them that they wanted Peter didn’t mean that Peter would want them. He might want to go live with other people after the month was up, he might prefer other people and reject them both. Tony didn’t want to watch Steve get his heart broken.

“Because we’ve been married nearly twelve years Steven.” Tony said, making sure to keep his voice light despite all the worries that plagued his mind. He could see his assistant waving at him through the glass of his office, it was time for his next meeting.

“I’ve got to go to a meeting now honey, I’ll text you about the phone call with Rhodey.”

“Okay, love you, have fun.” They hung up and Tony sighed, he hated these insufferable meetings. But now he had something else to ponder, a whole other child to consider.

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