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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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"You are. Every Inch. The fantasy."

I always thought men like this only exist in fiction but it turns out I was wrong, real men like this exist too and I'm thrilled about it 🙈 This needs a part 2 and I fully intend to give it one!

This belongs to the 'Shit He Said' series, and let me tell you, he's got it backwards.

Pairing: Professor!Bucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: Age gap (Bucky is in his early 40's, reader is in her 20's), semi-public, professor/student, sex toys, praise kink, degradation, pet names, multiple orgasms, consensual forced orgasms, I talk way too much about trusts and equitable maxims

Summary: Your professor finds a way to distract you during class.

Minors, do not interact.

You’d never been a ‘front row’ kind of gal. Not that there was anything wrong with sitting in the front row. Nothing at all.

You tend to prefer the safety of rows four to six and the comfort that comes from knowing that you're close enough to avoid straining your eyes when trying to read the screen but not so close that you're always going to be picked on when no one volunteered an answer.

Rows four to six were a safe zone. They kept you far enough away from the chatter at the back of the room and close enough to the front that you often found your lecturers would recognise you in the corridor and offer a polite smile.

You’d found your sweet spot and it hadn’t failed you yet.

It didn’t hurt that the lecturer that took your Thursday afternoon classes was incredibly easy to look at. He was always clean shaven and he had a voice as slow and sweet as warm honey. In fact, you often wondered why he’d went into teaching in the first place. With a voice like that, he’d make a killing recording audiobooks. His hair was dark but scattered with greys and it seemed to have a natural, very loose wave that held its shape nicely. He’d aged incredibly well, proving that your 40’s have the potential to be exceptionally kind to you, just as his seem to be to him.

He came off calm. He dripped composure but he had a passion for teaching that he couldn’t have hidden if he tried.

But perhaps the most attractive aspect of his character was the fact that he pushed you. He knew you were capable of more. He coaxed some of the more difficult concepts out with you in class because he knew you were able and willing to develop your own understanding. He didn’t let you dwell in comfort for too long before asking more of you, expecting you to be more and while it left you a little on edge, it was electrifying, testing the boundaries of your own capability.

He had, in many ways, found a favourite in you. He found himself invested in your learning, keen to aid your professional development and supplement your understanding.

But tension builds, as tension does. There’s nothing wrong with letting it, after all. Playful debate back and forth inside the lecture hall turns into a more sustained conceptual analysis after hours. Your one-to-one sessions move out of the classroom and into the bar and eventually, to his bed and then his kitchen the following morning while you’re wearing one of his t-shirts and cooking breakfast.

It’s an interesting arrangement, to say the least and you’re acutely aware that no one can know about this, for both your sake and his. You know exactly the kind of speculation that would float around if people knew. They’d assume you get some kind of advantage from sleeping with your professor; that you’re only doing it for the grades. It’s difficult and ultimately pointless to try to nail down which of you are benefitting most from the scenario, nor does it help to think of only one of you as a “beneficiary”. You’re both benefitting from great sex and there really doesn’t need to be more to it than that.

“Wave of madness. I got you a present last night.” His message flashing up on your phone screen has the edges of your lips curling into a little smile. You’re not used to someone getting you gifts. It’s not unwelcome by any means, but you absolutely want some more details.

“Oh? You didn’t need to!” Your thumbs feel like they’re flying over the keyboard and a slight anxiety settles in your chest while you’re waiting on a response.

“I know I didn’t need to but I wanted to. I got a matching one for myself.” That doesn’t really clear anything up. In fact, it only raises more questions. You’re reminded for a second of your brother, his girlfriend and their matching crocs. Somehow you can’t imagine that’s what Bucky has bought for you both.

“Hang around after class on Thursday. I just hope the box is discreet when it arrives.” Your heart thumps just a little harder. This sounds far too exciting already.

“So that’s how the requirements of the common intention constructive trust were upheld by the House of Lords when they overruled the Court of Appeal’s decision Stack v Dowden.” You never thought you could possibly care so much about what happens when an unmarried couple separates and only one of them is a legal owner of their home.

7 pages of notes later, your brain was buzzing pleasantly, watching your Professor pack up his things while explaining the work for your seminar on Monday. You didn’t pay it much attention; there was very little point given that you had completed the prep work already anyway.

“Actually, Mr Barnes, I wanted to ask you something if you have a moment?” You quizzed, noticing that his face gave nothing at all away. He was as stoic as ever.

You always had a question so no one noticed anything strange about the fact you tended to wait behind after class. “How would you align the Supreme Court ruling in Jones v Kernott with the House of Lords’ decision in Stack?”

It wasn’t a difficult question. The cases were fundamentally very similar so the answer boiled down to a simple comparison of the basics. You just needed something to ask him while everyone filtered out.

“Interesting question.” Bucky smiled, looking up from his satchel to see how many people were still left in the hall before you could drop the act. It isn’t an interesting question; he’s just awfully polite. “How do you think the two rulings align?”

“Well, it makes sense that they both hinge on the fact the courts don’t have to impute the parties’ intentions. The parties’ intentions are clear in the very strict separation of assets and finances so it makes it easier to consider their respective contributions to the home. No matter what the parties allege, consideration of the fact their contributions to the home were different is a sensible starting point.”

You’ve answered your own question and he knows you know it. Ultimately, the rulings, while slightly different, do align.

The coy smirk on his lips makes excitement bloom in your chest once more.

“Good girl.” He coos, just as the heavy wooden door clicks shut at the very back of the room. “I’m proud of you.” Oh, that hits hard. Your blood thrums through your body and you’re not entirely sure how he always knows exactly what to say.

“Thank you.” Your voice is a soft squeak and barely any more than that.

He seems pleased by the effect he’s had on you and it doesn’t take him long to cross the space between his desk and the front row of the tiered seats.

He doesn’t waste any time, cupping the back of your neck in one huge hand, pulling you towards him into a searing kiss. He tastes faintly of the flat white he brought to class this afternoon and his lips are so soft and gentle, despite their urgency.

“I can’t hang around today. I have the faculty board meeting now and an event this evening.” He sounds disappointed; you are too but it’s not the end of the world. You’ll see him next week, if not sooner but you find you build your hopes up all week, almost just living for your Thursday nights with him.

“That’s okay. Enjoy the board.” You tease and he can’t help but laugh. No one has ever enjoyed those meetings in the history of their existence.

“You know where I’d rather be.” He reminds you, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb, barely able to tear his eyes off your lips. It’s a soft moment. Just a slight devolution from the passion a few seconds earlier but there’s no sense letting him go to the faculty board meeting half hard. Any arousal would be stifled in minutes and that would be a terrible waste.

“There’s always next week!” You remind him, your voice bright in spite of the disappointment that you won’t get to spend time with him tonight.

“You’re right. But that reminds me, I got you a little something. Charge it up. Play around with it. But bring it to class next week and come early.” He steps back to his desk, pulling a little brown cardboard box from his satchel before dropping it into your open bag.

“Whatever you say, Sir.” You tease, unable to help yourself but you know he needs to go. At this rate, he’s going to be late.

“You.” He whispers before pressing his lips to yours. “Are dangerous.” His lips are so inviting, it’s hard to stop. “And you know it.”

You can’t help but smirk to yourself. He makes you feel powerful and desired and it’s incredibly attractive.

“You need to go.” You remind him, capturing his lips just once more. You’ve hardly even let yourself touch him because you know if you do, you’ll not want to let him leave.

“I do. I’ll talk to you later.” He doesn’t give into the temptation of one more kiss and it’s probably for the best. Instead, he scoops up his satchel, securing it over his shoulder, heading up the stairs with you. He holds the door for you like always, going your separate ways without a second glance now that you’re back in public.

Oh.

Well.

Thank God the box was discrete.

Inside the brown cardboard, you find a second box that’s ever so slightly smaller.

The picture on the front tells you everything you need to know before you’ve even read the words “Bluetooth Adjustable Dual Vibrator”.

You’ve seen these before; the range of toys that can be controlled from an app on your phone but you’re rather excited when your head reminds you that it probably won’t be your phone that Bucky has in mind to control the toy.

The box is quickly discarded in favour of putting the toy on the charger while you read through the instruction manual. You didn’t expect to be so heavy. It’s not heavy in a bad way though; it feels sturdy. While adjustable, it holds its shape nicely and for a second, you’re just not entirely sure what shape you’ll need it to be.

Once the charging light goes out, you click the bottom button once, following the instructions to set it up. You download the app; you connect the toy and you start exploring the features with the toy in your hand.

You can sync it to music, you can control both vibrating elements separately, you can play with different pulse settings or you can make your own, the app has its own chat function, you can send voice notes or videos and then delete them. This thing. Does. Everything. But that’s when you notice the option to sync up more than one toy at once so they can be controlled together. Turning yours up would simultaneously turn the second toy up and you can’t help but feel entirely thrilled at that thought.

The following Thursday can’t come soon enough but the evenings pass a lot quicker when you have a fun new way to keep yourself entertained.

You’ve managed to find the perfect angle, one that lets the toy sit comfortably, pressed to the sweet spot inside you while the other component is pressed to your clit and you’re pleasantly surprised by just how mind-blowing this thing is.

The fact that this is really a dream come true isn’t lost on you while you walk onto campus. Each year, your professor gets a new class and you’re certain that in the years he’s been teaching, plenty of beautiful young women must’ve wanted him. You’ve seen for yourself how other girls talk to him, looking up at him through thick lashes, their hands clasped neatly behind their back. You can’t fault them. You’re just not sure how he’s never given in before now.

You press the classroom door open, slipping inside and closing it behind you.

“Well? How is it?” You hardly have the door closed before you hear Bucky’s voice from the front of the hall, setting up his presentation on the computer, ensuring it’s projected onto the screen.

“How is what?” You tease, feigning innocence, descending the steps to your usual seat in the fourth row.

“How is the vibrator I bought you?” He doesn’t waiver in the slightest and even the fact he’s so blunt about it sends a pleasant tingle down your spine.

“I’ll give you a full review once I’ve tried all the settings but I can tell you it’s been perfect so far.” He looks satisfied with that answer and there’s nothing you want to do more than please him in that moment.

“Did you bring it with you?” He has a mischievous look in his eyes, watching you pull the little black drawstring bag from your backpack.

“We can set it up when we get back to yours and I’ll show you just how good it is.” Your suggestion doesn’t seem unreasonable but the corner of his lips tug into the tiniest smirk and for a second you worry you’ve said something stupid.

“Actually, I was thinking we could try it out now.” He’s studying your face and when he doesn’t notice any evident discomfort, he leads you by the hand down to his desk at the front of the room, encouraging you to hop up onto it and you’re more than happy to.

“We don’t have a whole lot of time.” His lips are on your neck, kissing gently down the right side while he cups the other side in his hand. This is dangerous. It’s so easy to lose track of time like this and taking it slow isn’t a luxury you have in that moment. His face is so soft, you note he must’ve shaved that morning and you’re infinitely grateful because you hate how stubble makes your skin break out.

“We’ll have more than enough time.” His warm hand lands on your bare knee, under the skirt of your dress, pressing your legs apart while his mouth continues its sinful trail down your skin. “Class lasts a couple of hours. I’d say that’s long enough.”

Fuck. He’s serious.

Alarm bells should be ringing in your brain but they’re dampened by the overwhelming feeling of his mouth on your skin and his hand trailing slowly up the inside of your thigh.

“Buck, we can’t. That’s such a bad idea.” Is it really? The words are past your lips because you know that’s the response you’re supposed to give. You’re not allowed to want this the way you do.

“Is it, sweetheart? Why? You don’t think you can keep up while I’m distracting you? Maybe you aren’t just as bright as I thought.” It’d be a blow to your ego if you weren’t acutely aware he’s only looking to get a rise from of you.

“No, I wouldn’t want the standard of teaching to slip while you’re distracted.” You roll your hips forward against his hand between your legs, letting him feel what just a few minutes of him kissing your neck does to you.

“Let me worry about that. I want you to focus on answering my questions like a good girl.” He scoops you up with his hands under your ass, carrying you the few short steps back to edge of the desk in front of the fourth row. He sets you down on the desk, kneeling in front of you while he kisses from your ankle, up your calve to your knee and then over the couple more inches to the hem of your skirt.

He slips his phone from his pocket, opening the toy app and connecting his phone in just a few seconds before returning his phone to his pocket.

You watch as he turns the toy over in his hands a couple of times. The vibrant pink certainly draws your attention, not that there’s anywhere else you would rather look anyway. Not even when he’s slipping your panties down your legs, tucking them into his pocket.

“If you really need me to stop, drop your pen.” He looks sincere and you appreciate it but you’re almost certain you won’t need a way out.

The tip of his index finger trails gently between your soaked folds and you couldn’t miss the gentle wet sounds if you had tried. “Are you going to be a slut for me?” Oh, that’s a sharp turn. “You do realise I’m going to make you cum in a room full of your classmates. Not just once. I want you cumming over and over until you wish you could stop. And then I’m going to keep going.” He presses the fingertip to your clit, rubbing slowly up and down, watching your face while you melt into the pleasure. “You’re just going to be a good girl and take everything I give you. You know why?” You shake your head, barely able to look at him. “Because if you make a sound, everyone in the room will know what a slut you are.”

Your breath catches in your throat, acutely aware that he’s right. This is the sluttiest thing you’ve ever even thought of doing and for just a second you wonder if this man is ruining you. He probably is. You’ll absolutely let him keep doing it though.

He wants to coax you to your first orgasm right there on the desk. He wants to sink two of those long, beautiful fingers inside you and gently curl them, exactly how he knows you like but there just isn’t enough time. Later though, if you can handle it.

“You are.” He whispers, spreading your legs wider, giving himself full access to your sex. “Every inch.” He kisses the side of your knee, placing the bulbous head of the toy to your entrance, letting it glide inside you. “The fantasy.”

You gasp at the feeling of the toy, finally sitting comfortably, right where you need it.

He’s got it all wrong and you’re not even sure that he knows it. So many other girls fawn over this man, whether he realises it or not. He mustn’t know how desired he is; or how many young women would kill to be in your shoes at this very moment, being nothing short of worshipped by a frustratingly attractive, intelligent older man.

He hums contentedly as he stands up, offering you a gentle kiss before making his way back to the front of the hall to his computer. The other students should be arriving any second, not that you’ve even really been thinking about that.

You make yourself busy, pulling your notebook out of your bag, along with your little pencil case, lining a couple of pens up on the desk while the rest of the students start to trickle in, taking their usual seats.

Everything is going smoothly, in fact, you almost question whether Bucky has got so wrapped up in his lecture about equitable maxims that he’s forgotten about the toy altogether.

The first half hour passes quickly and while the topic is interesting, it’s hard to relax, knowing that he could disrupt your train of thought at any point.

The arousal he’s built up in you doesn’t subside either. You’re always reminded that the toy is there, despite how interested you are in his explanation of equitable maxims.

You’re about 35 minutes in before you feel the first hint of a buzz inside you and it’s so surprising, it almost makes you squeak. You faintly register that it’s only the internal element that he’s brought to life and you’re more than fine with that.

Heat blossoms through your chest and while it feels good, it’s not nearly enough. You don’t want to need more. Not when you know you can’t beg him for it so instead, you avoid his gaze, focusing on your notes and not on the man at the front of the room who’s eyes are almost entirely trained on you.

A further half hour passes before you feel any kind of change, just as you were beginning to squirm in your seat.

The clitoral element buzzes to life, quickly followed by the internal element turning up. Your thighs clench together, pleasure radiating through you and you find yourself grinding against the seat beneath you to press the toy exactly where you need it. Your hand stalls on the page, your train of thought abandoned because even at only half it’s strength, this toy is incredible.

“So now that we’ve looked at the defining characteristics of equitable maxims, what do you think the problems are?” Bucky hasn’t looked at you since he turned the toy up and you’re beyond glad. You know this question is coming to you though. He’d warned you.

You glance up from your page to find you’re right. He’s now right looking at you, waiting for an answer and he looks so incredibly smug, it makes you shiver. He knows you’re getting off on this but so is he. You’re no better than each other.

“You could argue maxims are outdated.” You provide the answer but that’s not enough. The vibration inside you gets just a little stronger and that’s when you see his phone in his hand, his thumb sliding across the screen, controlling the strength of the toy.

“Good. What else?” He’s relentless. Fuck.

The increased sensation leaves your mind blank. You can’t cum now. You can’t. Not with everyone watching. “Um, they’re too old to be relevant?” You’ve never sounded so unsure.

“You’ve said that already.” Shit, you did. “What’s the biggest potential flaw with that system?” This is embarrassing now. You should know this. You do know this. The toy inside you, getting incrementally more intense doesn’t help you gain clarity of thought though.

“The… Discretionary power maxims afford to judges.” That answer pleased him.

“Very good.” He nods, slowly making his way to the other side of the classroom, taking the attention off you. You notice his thumb sliding methodically up and down on his phone screen while he explains that maxims don’t offer the same rigidity as legislation, but you truly can’t find it in yourself to care. He’s giving your body what it needs and no matter how your head tells you to stop, you can’t hold back no matter how hard you try.

You look down at the desk, trying to keep your hand subtly clasped over your own mouth, muffling any sounds that threaten to escape your lips. Your body flutters around the toy, pleasure almost making you feel dizzy as you cum while holding your breath. You want to roll your hips. You want to take and take until you don't need more but you know you can't.

Once your high has subsided, you find yourself very quickly given over to overstimulation when the toy doesn’t stop. There’s no escape from the feeling that’s now becoming almost too intense to bear in the very best way.

“But on the other hand, how could it be argued that these flaws have been overcome?” His voice rings through the classroom and you realise that if no one answers, the question is coming to you, as it always does.

Sure enough, after a moment or two of painful silence, your professor has made his way back to your side of the room, stopping in front of you once more, waiting expectantly.

“Case law.” That’s all you can manage. You bring yourself to look up, meeting his stare and for the first time since your orgasm and he can see your desperation. He can almost feel your need, just from the look on your face. He’s seen you like this before, overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re receiving but not willing to tap out. You’re enjoying it. You’re allowed to. But he’s far from done.

“What about it?” He almost feels guilty for how much he’s picked on you during this class and he makes a mental note to make it up to you later.

The toy is at full intensity now and you can’t bring yourself to focus. You can’t think of anything except the gentle buzzing that you’re certain only you can hear, the feeling of the inside of your thighs that are now slick with arousal and the unstoppable, building orgasm that’s about to take hold of you.

“The body of case law now prevents any gaps. And case law sets binding precedent so modern judges have very little discretion.” You could’ve developed your thinking but not today.

“100%. That’s exactly right.” He looks proud and part of you almost thinks that's what was really enough to tip you over the edge into blinding pleasure once more.

Again, he walks away, over to the other side of the room to draw attention away from you. Your orgasm makes your thighs shake and if that soft whimper came from you, you’re sure it wasn’t loud enough for anyone else to hear. It’s electric; the thrill of doing something you know you absolutely shouldn’t and it only makes this even more intense. You’re almost not sure you’ve ever cum this hard before but this isn’t the time to try to recall past experiences. Right now, he’s turned the toy down, rushing through the last three powerpoint slides while explaining the work for Monday and you’ve never been more glad to have a class wrap up early.

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tbmunson · 2 years

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Little Harrington; Water Birth - Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Reader.

Summary: Reader goes into labor and has a water birth at home. Inspired by everything @opalpuff4073 sent me. Thank you.

Warning: Pregnancy, Labor, Birth, Alluding to bad parents (Readers and Steve's), Mention of Steve and reader's wedding.

WC: 3.1K

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It was only half past noon when you stood to go to the bathroom. You sneezed when you stood, your entire body tensing and squeezing itself. "Oh, god." You mumble as you feel the warmth leak down your legs and puddle at your feet.

"Did your water just beak?" Robin pushed herself to sit up some while Steve scrambled to your side.

"What do you need, honey? Whatever it is, I'll get it."

"A towel, a mop, and a shower because I just peed myself, again." You sighed, looking up at him.

"Thank god." He sighed, physically relaxing under your gaze. "Will you help her to the shower? I'll get this cleaned up." He looked over at Robin who nodded.

She chuckled as she offered you a hand, careful not to get close to the puddle on the hardwood floor.

Once you were upstairs you let out a little grunt, taken off guard by the tightening of your lower stomach. "Oh, fuck. I think that was a contraction." You mumbled as Robin started the shower for you.

"Should I tell Steve?" She asked, sticking her hand under the stream to feel it warm up.

You shrugged, stripping the wet leggings off. "No, just tell him to come up here when he's finished. You can stay the night though, just in case." You offered watching her step back from the now warmed shower.

She nodded and smiled. "You're gonna have a baby."

"Water's gotta break first." That was the last part you clung to. It wasn't happening until your water broke. It wasn't that you didn't want it to happen, of course you did, but you were still scared. Nervous really.

Robin nodded again before exiting and leaving you to shower.

You were about finished when Steve knocked on the door as he opened it. "Robin said to come up here when I got done cleaning up." He said wearily, stepping into the steam filled room.

"Yeah." You replied, washing the last bits of conditioner from your hair. "I've had a couple of contractions. Nothing major. They're a long time apart and only last about ten seconds. It's making it more real, Stevie." You stated, squeezing the extra water from your hair after turning the shower off.

"How long apart?" He questioned, grabbing your towel and holding it open for you as your stepped out.

"Sometimes five minutes, up to ten. Give or take."

He nodded, wrapping you up and kissing your forehead. "I have the birthing tub set up in the sun room, but if you change your mind and wanna go to the hospital, we'll go." He stated, resting his chin on top of your wet head.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

You had more contractions through the day, wincing from time to time but they weren't close enough for any concern.

Robin settled into the guest room around ten while you and Steve laid in your own bed, trying to get some sleep. It was a bit past three in the morning when you gave up hope of getting any sleep due to the contractions coming stronger each time, and more frequently. It wasn't frequent enough to call the midwife though.

You got up from the bed, which woke Steve who had been barely asleep.

"You okay, baby?" He asked, sitting up to look at you.

You nodded and rubbed your belly. "Yeah, gotta use the bathroom." You answered, stepping towards the door.

He nodded back to you and laid down again, not even attempting to go back to sleep. He wouldn't until you were back in bed.

Once you'd finished peeing for what felt like the hundredth time in the last twenty four hours you stood to wash your hands. As your nightgown dropped you felt a rush of liquid. You froze on the spot, then gasped when you realized what happened.

"Hey, Steve!" You called, gripping the counter as a stronger contraction hit you.

"Yeah, baby?" He called back a slightly nervous tone as the bed creaked under his weight. He stepped into the light wearing only his long pajama pants and saw the wet floor, your face twisted in pain, and a hand on your belly. "Oh, shit."

You nodded, finally releasing the counter. "It's happening."

"Go get changed into something comfortable and I'll clean this up. Then we'll get the water in the birthing tub and call the midwife, okay? I'm gonna take care of you. I love you." He stepped up to you, grabbing your hands in his.

You smiled up at him, raising to your toes to kiss him gently. "I know you will. I love you too." You walked into the bedroom and changed into a pair of boyshorts underwear and a bralette, covering it with a robe in case you got cold.

Steve walked out of the bathroom and hugged you from behind. "I can't wait to see you as a mother. Especially to my child." His voice was soft, thoughtful. It brought tears to your eyes.

"We're going to do better than our parents." You sighed as you settled into him. You'd barely felt his hands hold your hips as a new contraction hit, causing you to groan with the intensity.

He held you through it, rubbing his thumbs over your exposed skin. "You're gonna do so good. You got this. You're doing so good, baby." He cooed into your ear until the contraction passed.

Once it did the two of you made your way downstairs and into the sunroom where he began filling the birthing tub. Robin had heard the two of you and emerged in her own pajamas, an old beaten band t and some plaid sleep shorts. "Is it time?" She asked, quickly followed by "What time is it?"

"It's almost four, and yeah. It's getting close." You gritted out through another contraction. They were getting closer together, near the two minute mark and they lasted a solid forty five seconds each now.

Steve brushed his hand over your shoulder as he stepped by. "I'm gonna call the midwife." He pressed a kiss to your cheek and walked to the kitchen to call.

Robin walked over and took a seat on the wicker couch. "How are you feeling?" She asked seriously, brows furrowing as she watched you.

You sighed as the contraction passed. "Overwhelmed. Excited. Terrified. I'm ready for her to be here, ya know, but I think I'm going to miss being pregnant." You chuckled, rubbing your belly as you settled next to her.

She laughed too and pointed towards where Steve had disappeared to. "I'm sure he won't have any issue with knocking you up again."

You smiled in his direction as he peeked into the doorway. "Maybe when she's one." You replied, reaching and grabbing her hand. "Do you wanna know her name?" You felt yourself tear up. The only people that knew what you'd planned on naming her was Steve, you, and the doctor.

"Yes, please." She answered quickly, resting her hand on your belly as another contraction hit.

You squeezed her wrist and groaned as Steve stepped back in with a water bottle for you. His free hand immediately rested on your shoulder, rubbing the skin. "I think that was two minutes from the last one." He whispered before kissing the crown of your head.

You nodded, resting your other hand on his as you breathed through the pain. You released both of them once it passed.

"Here, baby, you need to stay hydrated." Steve said, cracking the top and handing it to you.

You took it and sipped gently from the top before giving him a small smile. "Thank you, Stevie."

He stayed next to you, hand on your shoulder and held the bottle for you.

You looked back at Robin then up at Steve. "I'm gonna tell her." You smiled, bringing a similar one to Steve's face.

"Please tell me!" She begged, grabbing your hand and shaking it gently.

"Steve came up with it, really. He'd been thinking about it since before we found out she was a girl. He told me in the parking lot before the appointed what he wanted if she was a girl." You explained, watching Robin hang on every word.

Steve chucked and squeezed you. "Sometime before your next contraction would be great, I think."

"Yeah. Me too. So like now, please." She leaned closer as you pulled your hands to rest on your belly.

"Her name is going to be Robin. Robin Eloise Harrington. We're going to call her by her middle name for less confusion, but yeah..." Your tears returned and Robin's started for the first time.

"After me? Really?" She asked, wrapping her arms around you.

You nodded and sniffled. "Well, yeah. You've always been my best friend, and you set Steve and I up. You're kind of the reason she's even possible."

Steve's hand dropped down to rub your back as he timed the two minutes since the last.

Sure enough a contraction hit and you cried out, having not been expecting it. You'd been focused on your emotions.

He dropped to kneel next to you, rubbing you gently, whispering into your ear about how good you were doing. How you'd be holding your baby soon. How strong you were for this. He whispered to you until the contraction passed.

The time passed slowly, counting fifteen contractions, until there was a knock at the door. "That's the midwife. I'll be right back. Drink, okay?" He handed you the bottle before walking away.

"I'm so in love with him." You sighed before tipping the bottle and pouring the liquid into your mouth.

Robin chuckled and bumped your knee with hers. "I'd hope so. You're stuck with something in common for the rest of your lives, divorce or not." She joked as she watched you stand and mess with the radio.

"This life, and all of our future lives." You stated, turning it down to a soft background noise.

"That so?" He asked, leaning against the opening to the room.

You nodded and walked up to him. "Yep. I'll find you in every lifetime."

"That's so cute. I'm gonna go puke." Robin said, standing from her spot. She stepped out of the room and towards the bathroom, though it wasn't to actually throw up.

Steve chuckled at her as the song that had been playing came to an end. "The midwife is unloading everything. Told me to come check on you." He said, bending down to press a kiss to your lips.

You smiled as he pulled back, hearing the familiar start to Angel Eyes by The Jeff Healey Band played through the radio.

"We danced to this at our wedding, you know." He teased, because of you knew.

You giggled and nodded as he swayed you gently to the beat. "Yeah. How could I forget. Eddie demanded it be anything but Cyndi Lauper, otherwise he wouldn't be in the wedding."

Steve chuckled, thinking back to his long haired friend that night he joked about the first dance song being Time After Time, then to you in your wedding dress. "You were so beautiful that night, but I don't think you've ever been more beautiful to me than you are right now." His hand rested on the side of your face as the two of you continued the gentle swaying.

Tears once again pricked your eyes as you nuzzled into his hand. "You make my heart happy, Steve. I know you're going to make hers happy too." You looked into his glassy eyes as the song played gently and pulled him into another kiss.

He felt you starting to tense so he pulled back, pushing his face into your neck as you groaned from the contraction. "Let it out. I know. I know." He rubbed your back through the robe you still had on until you'd caught your breath.

"Hey, this is your first dance song." Robin said as she walked casually back into the room.

You couldn't help the small chuckle as you nodded.

Before you or Steve could say anything the Midwife came in with some equipment. "Good morning, how are we feeling?" She asked, grinning at the three of you.

"Ask me again once she's here." You replied, a small smile still playing on your lips.

"Oh yeah, I get that answer a lot." She laughed, sticking her hand out. "I'm Amanda, by the way." She said, glancing at Robin for that since they hadn't been introduced.

Robin smiled and took her hand. "I'm Robin. Y/N and I have been best friends since for ever. Here for extra emotional and moral support, although Steve's been doing great." She babbled slightly, nervous in front of a new person.

You gave her a smile, and clung to Steve as another contraction tore through you, causing you to bend slightly with the pain.

Steve rubbed your arm and petted your hair until it was over. He honestly hated the fact that you were in pain, especially enough to moan and groan, and he wanted to be any comfort he could be.

"I need to see how dilated you are. Can you take your underwear off and sit for me?" Amanda motioned to the chair next to the blow up tub.

You nodded and Steve helped you out of the underwear and into the chair as Amanda prepped.

She made effort not to look at you while she checked, nodding. "Oh, yeah, you're just about there honey. You'll probably have her before lunch." She stated as she removed her hand and took the glove off.

"Wow. That soon?" Steve asked, smiling down at you. He was really about to be a dad. About to hold his baby in his arms in a matter of hours.

"That's so exciting." Robin beamed, vibrating gently.

You, however, were hit with another contraction, groaning loudly and gripping the chair. Once it was over you opted to go ahead and get into the birthing tub, searching for some relief from the buoyancy of the salty water.

"Do you feel better?" Robin asked as she settled on the floor next to you, rubbing one of your arms.

You nodded and sighed. A lot of the pressure had been removed from your hips and you felt like you could move better in the water.

"Good, baby." Steve cooed, rubbing your other arm and holding the water bottle to your mouth, making sure you stayed hydrated.

Contractions continued as the sun rose higher and higher into the morning.

It was nearing ten now, Steve and Robin had only left your side to get you more water or use the bathroom, then it was right back to the floor next to the tub. Amanda did one more cervix check then and her eyes widened slightly. "You can start pushing, honey. That's her head I'm feeling."

You cried out as a contraction hit you, all the fear and anxiety came to an end and nature took over. You pushed, Steve and Robin gripping your hands as you did. Their worlds melted together, all praises and encouragements. It was the longest forty five minutes of your life, and you weren't finished.

"Come on baby. You're almost there. Amanda can see her head." Steve said before bringing your hand up to his lips for a kiss.

"Just another couple pushes and you'll be finished." Robin wiped the sweat from your forehead as you braced for the next contraction.

You pushed and felt yourself stretching as your baby moved down. You let go of Robin's hand and reached down, feeling the head of your baby. "One more." You mumbled, getting ready for the next contraction, searching for and gripping Robin's hand again.

"One more." Steve and Robin said in unison, reaching for each others hands for the final push.

You grunted, giving this push all of the strength you had left, then you felt all the pressure subside. As if in slow motion you watched Amanda guid the baby up and out of the water before placing her into your arms. You heard nothing other than her cries of life. Your own tears began to fall as you held her to your chest. You weren't sure when you'd let go of Steve and Robin's hands. The only thing you knew was that your baby was here.

"Ten forty two a.m." Amanda said, bringing you back. It was a time that would be etched into your brain for the rest of your life.

"Steve, look." You glanced up, watching his own tears fall down his face as he looked at the newborn in your arms.

"You did it, baby." He wrapped his arms around you from behind as Robin stood, grabbing the camera.

"If there was ever a picture perfect moment, it's this." Robin snapped the photo, both of you with your arms around your baby, Steve's head on your shoulder, both of you looking down at her crying face with the most love and adoration Robin had ever seen.

"God, she's so perfect." Steve whispered brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.

Amanda smiled, grabbing a few things she needed to check the baby's heart and measurements before helping you deliver the placenta.

"I'm officially not pregnant anymore." It was bittersweet. You knew you'd miss feeling her moving around inside of you, but she was here and she was healthy. That's all you could ask for.

"Let me know when you want to change that." Steve chuckled, nudging you gently, making you laugh.

You smirked at Robin before looking back down at Eloise. "I don't know. When do you wanna be a big sister, huh?" You asked, bringing some of the water up to finish cleaning her off.

"You gotta cut the cord before you go planning for baby number two." Amanda said, bringing the placenta out of the water and handing Steve the scissors.

He watched Eloise as he cut, sighing when he realized it hadn't hurt her. Truthfully he'd been a little worried that it would. He smiled when she stayed sleeping across your chest.

Once everything was finished and deemed good Amanda left, leaving you, your husband, your best friend, and your newborn on your own.

"Who do we call first?" Steve asked, looking down as his daughter gripped his finger.

You looked at him and sent him a crooked grin. "Please, see if Eddie will bring me a burger and shake from the diner. I deserve it, right?" You pouted, rubbing Eloise's back gently.

"I think we all do, but you especially." He kissed the top of your head and went to dial the number to the Munson trailer.

"You really kicked ass in there." Robin said, resting her head on the back of the couch.

"And here I thought Eddie would be the first on to swear in front of her." You laughed, leaning your head against Robin, who mumbled yet another swear word under her breath before an apology.

You shrugged and sighed. "Between us, Dustin, and Mike she was bound to hear it sooner or later."

"If her first word is ass, I'm coming after you, Buckly." Steve joked, settling back in next to you. "Munson will be here soon with lunch." He added, kissing your cheek before doing the same to Eloise.

A/N: I left it off here because I will be writing a part for everyone meeting the baby later on. Hope you guys enjoyed it!

#little harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x pregnant!reader #steve harrington x reader #dad!steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fan fiction

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goldenavenger02 · 6 months

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just wanna lift you up and not let you go

But before Jay could speak, he was immediately thrown off balance by the near tackle of a hug that he had been pulled into and he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms tightly around Lloyd, wondering if the subtle heat radiating off of the boy's skin was just from sweating through yet another nightmare or something worse but he knew that he had to focus on the task at hand.

When everything had been said and done, Lloyd refused to sleep in his own room.

It wasn’t like any of the others could blame him for not wanting to be left alone after everything that had happened, but they all knew that he found the most comfort in Kai and Nya and only went to the others when the Smith siblings were unavailable.

Which Jay was okay with and while a part of him wanted to be the one that others turned to, he also knew that between his periodic insomnia and his lack of motivation to clean his room after training and saving the literal city was not something that was inviting to anyone who had just been through half of what the youngest member of their team had gone through.

As the digital clock on his phone shone on his face in the pitch black of his room, telling him that it was two forty seven, the last thing he expected to hear was a sharp knock on his bedroom door.

At first, Jay contemplated ignoring it. His feet were finally warm after being under his covers for four hours, Mr. Cuddlywhomp was nestled under his arm and his eyes were just starting to close as he continued to watch yet another Vine compilation to try and battle the current bout of insomnia he was suffering from.

But the knock happened again, somehow sounding even more urgent than the last, so Jay moved Mr. Cuddlywhomp to the end of his bed, paused the YouTube video before setting his phone on the small end table and pushed his blankets off while hoping that there wasn’t an attack on New Ninjago City at that exact moment.

But when he opened his bedroom door, he was admittedly a little shocked to see Lloyd in front of him, tears still fresh on his face as he looked up at Jay even though there was maybe a two inch difference between them since Lloyd had grown another three inches in the last month.

But before Jay could speak, he was immediately thrown off balance by the near tackle of a hug that he had been pulled into and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms tightly around Lloyd, wondering if the subtle heat radiating off of the boy’s skin was just from sweating through yet another nightmare or something worse but he knew that he had to focus on the task at hand.

“Lloyd, I’m right here,” Jay assured him while placing a hand on the back of his head and gently ran a hand over the blonde wisps of hair, “whatever happened in your dream wasn’t real. I’m safe, you’re safe.”

And with those words, Lloyd let go, his left hand around his right wrist and in the dim light, Jay nearly cursed at how flushed his cheeks were against his pale skin.

‘He’s sick. He’s feverish and probably needs some sort of healing tea-’

“C-can I stay here tonight?” Lloyd’s voice came out in a stutter, which made Jay stop in his racing thoughts about needing to get Misako, Wu or Kai to handle the situation that he knew was out of his element.

“Yeah, get in here.” Jay insisted against his best judgment and closed the door behind him before pulling back the covers so Lloyd could easily curl up under his comforter.

When Jay got in and pulled the blanket over both of their bodies, he was a little startled when Lloyd immediately curled up against him, his hot cheek against his chest, only muttering a breathy “thanks” before falling asleep with his arms wrapped around him in a way where he couldn’t grab his phone.

But at the same time, the light pressure that Lloyd’s now slack arms were applying made Jay’s body relax to a point where he was drifting off just as fast with a flicker of a thought of telling Kai in the morning before he was fully asleep.

…

When he awoke the next morning, the last thing he expected to hear was the sound of yelling; it wasn’t some sort of battle cry, it barely even sounded like an argument. If he had a guess as to what was currently happening in the dining room of The Bounty, it was probably Cole playfully taunting Kai louder than usual.

But after managing to maneuver out of bed in a way that wouldn’t wake Lloyd, Jay couldn’t hold back the quiet curse as he saw that Lloyd’s cheeks were just as, if not even more, flushed then the night before and now he could hear a subtle wheeze whenever he exhaled which only cause more panic to the master of lightning.

He knew that the boy’s sleep schedule was practically non-existent since they had gotten him back just the week before, but he also knew when to get help from the others and the current situation was out of his wheelhouse; As a result, he didn’t hesitate to go into the dining room where the rest of his team was gathered aside from Zane, who was more than likely working on breakfast in order to, at the very least, get an idea on what to do.

“Morning, sleepy-head,” Nya’s tone was light as she joked, making Jay’s heart flutter because he still wasn’t over the fact that he had lost her, “we already cleaned up breakfast but I’m sure that there’s some in the fridge for you.”

“The kid is in your room, right?” Kai piped up from where he was playing Uno with Cole and Nya, his voice laced with worry despite Cole putting down a draw two that would have made Kai’s hand steam in any other circumstance.

“Yeah, he’s still sleeping,” Jay swallowed nervously, the small lichtenberg figures that adorned his hands tingling like they did whenever he was nervous or stressed, “is Sensei here? Or Misako?”

“No, they made a tea run together,” Cole explained and Jay couldn’t help but mutter “shit” under his breath, which perked the attention of the Smith siblings as Cole abandoned his cards to put his ghostly, cold palm on Jay’s shoulder before asking, “what’s going on?”

“Lloyd’s sick. He’s been running a fever since last night and now he’s wheezing.”

“Damnit, Jay!,” Kai swore as he slammed his Uno cards face down on the table while getting up, flames dancing in his eyes while he approached, “why didn’t you tell us until now?!”

“Because he needed sleep!” Jay shouted back, knowing fully well that Kai wasn’t really that angry and more so stressed, which was evident when he deflated slightly in understanding of his thought process.

“Well, after that,” Nya spoke as she stood, her hand gravitating to her older brother’s shoulder, “he probably is awake now, so you two should go check on him,” Kai nodded and started walking toward Jay’s room, Jay following closely behind while hearing Nya say to Cole, “we should keep working on my elemental dragon.” before he was too far away to hear her speak.

Sure enough, when Kai opened the door to Jay’s bedroom and turned on the light, Lloyd was sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing at one of his eyes, asking “what time is it?” with a yawn.

But while to anyone else, the boy seemed normal aside from his skin being a shade too pale, Jay could still see the flush across his cheeks and the red, wateriness of his eyes that was a large indication of the boy’s sickness.

Sure enough, he wasn’t the only one who saw the obvious signs of sickness since Kai hadn’t spoken at all since entering and placed a hand on Lloyd’s forehead before making eye contact with him, “how long have you been sick? And don’t try to downplay it, I’ll know.”

Lloyd was slow to respond but when he did, Jay could tell that he was being truly honest and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was due to the fact it was Kai asking and not any of the others.

“Last night. I came in here because I…,” the boy didn’t even finish his sentence, the water in his eyes starting to inch down his cheeks while his shoulders shuddered, to which Jay couldn’t stop himself from pulling him into a hug before Kai could get to him.

“Hey, we just wanna help you feel better,” Jay insisted, watching Kai’s expression form into some sort of guilt from over Lloyd’s shoulder, “you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, okay?”

To his surprise, the boy nodded and squeezed onto him harder, seemingly using all of his natural strength to hold onto him, pressing his face harder against Jay’s shoulder.

“We’ve got you,” Jay insisted, rubbing Lloyd’s back to slowly coax him away from his shoulder so he could act, but it took at least five minutes for green eyes to meet his own, “I’m gonna go get a thermometer and talk to Zane, see what he thinks we should do until your mom and uncle get back.”

“C-can I stay here?” Lloyd stuttered followed by a deep, chesty cough as he no longer looked at Jay and looked at his palms instead.

“Of course,” Jay insisted, running a hand over Lloyd’s forehead to move his blonde wisps of hair out of his eyes and hiding his wince of sympathy when he felt the heat radiating from his body that he knew had to be uncomfortable for him, “do you need anything from your room?”

But before Lloyd could respond, Jay felt Kai’s warm palm on his shoulder as he butted in, “I’ve got that handled,” before his voice was redirected to Lloyd, “you rest,” and with that, Jay was all but pulled off of the bed and forced out of the room, Kai finally letting go once the door was firmly shut, “”you don’t have to talk about it?” You know that Lloyd bottles things up-”

“Of course I know that, you aren’t the only one who helped raise the runt! I’m not gonna pressure him to talk when he’s miserable!”

“That’s not what I’m saying to do, but you can’t just encourage him to keep it to himself either!”

“Oh FSM, you two!” Cole shouted from the hall, putting his hands on both of their chests to keep them from getting in each other’s faces, “Stop it! Lloyd’s sick, not deaf. He can hear both of you fighting,” Jay stepped away, taking a deep breath to try and regulate his racing heart as Cole continued to speak, “Kai, you should call Sensei and Misako, let them know what’s going on.”

“Fine.” Kai scowled as he walked away which had Jay trying to swallow his nerves away, but Cole’s quick turn from Kai to him forced his attention away from Kai’s anger.

“Look, I can’t really be in there, not with how jumpy he is around me when he isn’t sick,” the unspoken words “because I’m a ghost” didn’t have to be said, “I’ll do what I can to cool Kai down, but you’re kinda the head ninja on this, at least until Sensei gets back.”

“I know.” Jay nodded, trying to remember how exactly to take care of a sick person.

After all, he seemed to be the one who ended up sick the most, or would at least be the only one to admit to it, so he tended to be on the receiving end of the care from the others.

“Alright, I’m gonna go find a thermometer, that’s gonna help with knowing how to lower his fever,” Jay started to explain to Cole, “and if it’s something viral, I’ll keep watching him since I’ve been exposed the most, but we still need a few ninja in commission between criminals and Nya’s training.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Cole agreed with a nod, “I’ll go see if Zane is starting on some chicken noodle soup and get Kai calmed down.”

And with that, Cole went towards the bridge, leaving Jay to start searching for the thermometer.

…

After getting Lloyd into the most peaceful sleep possible, now that Sensei and Misako were back and had gotten him to not only drink the tea but also had started to get his one hundred and three fever down, Jay knew he had to talk to Kai.

‘I can only use Lloyd as an excuse to avoid him for so long.’ Jay thought to himself as he started to search The Bounty in order to find the master of fire. He knew that he wasn’t in his room since the door was open and the lights were off, so he made his way to the deck while peeking his head into rooms the entire way.

Sure enough, Kai was above deck and sparring with Nya; Jay watched as their movements mirrored each other in awe. Nya was able to evaporate every blast of fire that Kai tried to throw at her, but he was an expert at dodging her attempts of hitting him with water.

But, as they continued to fight, Jay wasn’t surprised when Kai kicked Nya’s legs out from under him but also that the marks on his hands were starting to tingle when the Smith siblings turned to him.

Nya spoke first, her hands resting by her side and her brow dripping with sweat from the training as she asked, “how is he?”

“He’s sleeping, Sensei’s with him,” Jay explained, pushing back the thoughts of ending up with Nya that had plagued him after seeing the reflection in the First Spinjitzu Master’s tomb, “but last I heard, his fever is starting to go down.”

“Good,” Nya said with a sigh of relief while wiping her sweat on the sleeve of her red and cyan gi, but before she disappeared to more than likely clean up, she turned back to her brother with a grin as she spoke with a giggle laced within her voice, “I’m beating you next time.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Kai responded, but before he could go, Jay reached his hand out in front of his chest, stopping the fire ninja in his tracks as his tone switched from playful to anger, “what?”

“He’s going to be okay, but I don’t think you’re actually that mad at me,” Jay insisted, to which Kai turned around so his back was facing him, forcing Jay to take a breath in order to avoid blowing up before continuing, “I know you promised him that you’d look after him. I heard you say it.”

Kai whipped back around, but instead of anger, his face was contorted with guilt instead, “you got it. I said I’d look after him, and the same day, he got possessed,” he sat down on the deck with his defenses fully down, which allowed Jay to approach, “so much for a protector.”

“Kai, you can’t…you shouldn’t blame yourself,” Jay said, putting his hand on Kai’s tense shoulder, “yes, you made Lloyd a promise and yeah, we couldn’t protect him from Morro. But you know all that stuff Sensei says about not being able to change the past but affecting the future?” He waited for the nod before adding, “you’re going to feel guilty for a while about it and that’s something that I can’t get rid of for you, no matter how much I want to.”

“What exactly are you saying, Jay?” Kai demanded, his lack of patience for the resolution shining through.

“Until you’re able to forgive yourself, you should keep doing what you said you would do, what we all said we would do the moment we let him in, which is to protect him.”

Kai stayed silent, processing everything that had come out of Jay mouth, and while the master of lightning could have sworn he saw a single tear trickle down Kai’s face, it was masked by a soft laugh while he questioned, “even if he protests with his “I’m not a little kid any more” spiel?”

“Oh, especially if he does that!” Jay insisted while standing before offering his hand to Kai, who took it which allowed him to pull himself up, “even if it’s just because it’s funny to see the look on his face when we keep doing it!”

…

Three days later, Lloyd had already gotten through the worst of what had plagued him and while that was good for Jay now that he had his bed back, now they had a slightly bigger issue which was that the fever had been replaced with stubbornness.

“Lloyd, just go lay down,” Cole insisted as they started to suit up, having been called into New Ninjago City, “if you go before you’re better, you could get worse.”

“But I want to help!” Lloyd shot back, his arms crossed over his gi that he had all but ripped out of Zane’s hands when the alert had gone off while he was doing laundry.

“It’s just a couple of standard criminals, Lloyd,” Nya insisted, “I mean, I’m going and I just unlocked my true potential. That’s how low the threat is.”

“Then I can help!”

“Not that low risk, kid,” Kai insisted, “you’re staying here with Sensei. That’s just how it goes.”

Jay couldn’t help but feel bad for Lloyd who was practically pouting on the deck; after all, Lloyd had just gone through hell and then he had gotten sick and now that he thought about it, he couldn’t remember the last mission Lloyd had been on aside from Stixx.

And in a moment of impulsivity, Jay knew what he had to do; pull out his fake cough and hope that it was bought by the others.

“Why don’t you guys go ahead?” He suggested, coughing into his elbow, “I think I’m catching what Lloyd had.”

Despite Kai’s raised eyebrow, the others seemed content with believing Jay and agreed, flying off into the city with a few “feel better”s, leaving the two of them on the deck only for Jay to be greeted by Lloyd’s crossed arms.

“Why did you lie?”

“Because I didn’t want you to be lonely,” Jay shrugged, watching as Lloyd’s face morphed from questioning to a grateful smile, “now come on, I’m gonna teach you how Cole cheats at Uno.”

(If someone draws Lloyd hugging Jay, I will be so so happy)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #whump #angst #my writing #lloyd garmadon #jay walker #kai ninjago #nya ninjago #cole (ninjago)#zane (ninjago)#sick fic #post season 5 #post possession #past Jaya #team as family

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fitgothgirl · 2 months

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I keep not updating because it's just felt like more and more of a weight the longer I go since the stuff I'd update about just keeps accumulating/progressing. But I'm just going to triage some things since updating on everything has apparently become a barrier lol.

Dealing with my four infections (quadfection?) is wrapping up soon; I've been on a total of five antibiotics for over three weeks straight, but I'm down to my last one and it finishes on Saturday. Been worried about how fucked my system is after all these since I've never been on antibiotics for this long, let alone five different ones (or even more than ONE), but I'm trying really hard to help out my gut microbiome. It's expensive but I've been having a kombucha basically everyday, and I've gotten some prebiotic sodas as well. Also I usually have a Greek yogurt everyday, and just am generally trying to eat well with lots of fiber and water.

Weight loss/fitness gains have been on pause during this, or technically even longer since the 10 days prior to all this was when I was in Costa Rica. Rest is good for all the fighting/healing my body has been doing with the quadfection though. When I got back I did lift a few times since I wanted to get back at it after the vacation and it was before the infections/antibiotics were getting piled on, but then I had a 2-week break from lifting until the day before yesterday. In between though I DID do a Zumba class, which was hard and I'm sure I looked like a fool but it was fun haha (gotta start somewhere!). The class was later in the evening so even though Zumba is popular, there were maybe only 10 people in that class, if that, so that was nice. I always need more cardio and just generally want to incorporate more complex/dynamic movement in my workouts because solely lifting can be kinda like tunnel vision for your muscles. I want more "real" movement, stuff you actually do in life, stuff that uses multiple body areas, etc.

Anyway, not feeling down on myself about the break or anything, my body needs it and it's been good to reassess things now that I've been a Gym Person for over 6 months. A little shake up might be good as I get back into things soon here. Even with the break, I've been trying to at least get in walks; I haven't been successful with my step goal most days and walking is just so good for everything... We're at the time of year where the season changes from day-to-day lol so when it's been nicer out I've been trying to jump on those days (rain is back now through the weekend though).

One thing I didn't even plan to work on but have just naturally fallen into since coming home is my sleep hygiene. Since Costa Rica is 2 hours ahead of my time zone, not only did I lose a couple hours of sleep, but everyday we were up somewhat early on top of that. And so when we got home, I woke up earlier than usual before work (i.e. not one minute before I'm supposed to log on lol), and I've just been keeping it going since then. I don't start work until 8:30am and I've now been waking up anywhere from 7am-8am. This is crazy for me since I've never been even close to a morning person, but the vacation gave me a bit of a leg up and I've just been riding the wave. I'm really enjoying the calm start before work, and going out and getting some morning sunlight in my backyard at least for a few minutes (Andrew Huberman fan here lol). I've even done some little dynamic warm-ups while getting that morning sun, like knee raises, jumping jacks, arm circles, etc. And all this sleep hygiene stuff means I've been going to bed earlier too.

Yesterday was really nice so I got out for a walk. The last year or so, I haven't been taking pictures as much on walks/hikes, mainly due to just trying to be in the moment. But I don't want to never take pictures again lol so yesterday I made a point to take a few. It's the wonderful time of year where everything is green and it makes me feel like we're in Scotland or something haha; albeit a nice summer day if it were Scotland. It's normal for Californian hills/fields to be "golden" for like 9 months of the year and it's even a symbol of the state, but I just love the green. 🥲 But yeah I specifically thought "I'm going to take pics to share with my fellow tumblerinas" so I was thinking of you guys when I took these. 😆😋

Bottom left is a plane-shaped kite and his idol, a real plane 🥺 lol

#mine #spring green

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devythebaddie · 2 years

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Give 'Em Hell (a Hangman x reader story) - Chapter 1: Reminiscing and Reconnecting

PROMPT:

Timeline: Pre-TGM to TGM

Reader: Victoria "Stony" Kazansky (Iceman's daughter)

Background:

Tori is 4 years younger than Rooster (her BFF), and due to the whole paper-pulling incident, the two went to flight school together and graduated from Top Gun together. Tori ended up getting engaged to another pilot, Jeffrey "Phantom" Hart, but he was killed in combat a month or two before the events of TGM.

Story:

Upon being called back for the special mission (she was supposed to have 4 months leave due to the tragedy but as she is an incredible pilot with 2 confirmed air combat kills - suck it Hangman - her dad informed her of the mission and she decided to go), Rooster is there to comfort her after the whole death thing. Let's just say Hangman takes it the wrong way and thinks the two are a thing jealous Jake alert but when Tori explains the real story to him after being injured during a training session, he confesses his love, cheesy as ever.

*I aim to have 10 chapters of this story eventually, hope you like it!*

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Flashbacks. Victoria Kazansky was no stranger to them. She’d had them every night since the accident. Usually they’d wake her up with a start around two or three in the morning, then she’d get up, drink a bit of warm milk, and go back to sleep, but this time it wouldn’t work. She tried everything, but she couldn’t go back to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his plane shot down by enemy aircraft while she just sat there in her F-18 with a horrified look on her face, she heard his screams and promises of eternal love as the plane fell towards the water below, she lost her fiancé over and over and over.

It wasn’t a coincidence that her nightmares were worse than usual. It was the day of Jeffrey’s funeral. She was just supposed to stand there in that black dress, let a few tears flow down her cheeks, and accept the condolences of the naval aviators around her. But all Tori felt like doing was rolling up into a ball on her bed - one that now felt too big - and crying herself to sleep. She couldn’t even fathom standing in front of two, let alone two hundred, people in only twelve hours. So Tori did the one thing she thought had a chance of working. She called Rooster.

Being Iceman’s daughter, Tori’s whole childhood was spent playing with Bradley Bradshaw. He may have been four years older than her, but the two were inseparable. As the two got older, and Maverick pulled Rooster’s papers from the naval academy, they grew apart a bit. It was only when Bradley and Victoria ended up in the same class at flight school (and later Top Gun) that they really became best friends again. The two called each other for everything - Rooster called Tori when he set it off with a girl, Tori called Rooster when she and Jeffrey got engaged, and normal, non-relationship-related things. They spent so much time together that people even assumed the two would end up together, but they truly had no feelings for one another except for brotherly and sisterly ones. Rooster was actually supposed to be Jeffrey’s best man at the wedding, as the two had been close at Top Gun, but now that was all ruined. He’d tried to call Tori countless times since the incident, but she’d only picked up once, saying, “I’m so sorry. I know you and Jeffrey were so close” and hanging up. This made her extremely nervous to call him this time, especially since it was extremely early in the morning.

She clicked on his contact on her phone and hesitantly hit the call button. It rang twice, and then he picked up. Tori let out a small gasp.

“Tori? Victoria? Um, did you call me on purpose?” He asked. She didn’t know what to do, but somehow she found her voice and answered.

“Brad! Yes, uh, yeah, I did mean to call you. I…I need someone to talk to. I can’t sleep, and I don’t know how I’m gonna make it through the funeral.” Victoria admitted. She didn’t get a reply right away, hearing rustling, walking, door-slamming, and the sound of a car turning on before Bradley responded.

“I’m so sorry, Tor. I honestly couldn’t sleep either. I know this is really hard for you. But hey, I’m here. I’m always gonna be here. I got you, Stony.” It was the first time Tori had heard her call sign in a while, and it was surprising.

“Thank you, Bradley.” She sat there in silence for a minute, but the absence of sound wasn’t awkward at all.

“So, what did you end up doing?” Bradley broke the silence. Tori almost asked, “In regards to what?”, but then realized what he was referring to. Her eyes immediately found her left ring finger.

*timeskip: two weeks before*

“Lieutenant Kazansky. Thank you for coming in. I know you’ve had a really hard few days, but we have an important question to ask you.” Vice Admiral Simpson, aka Cyclone, gave her a solemn smile as he spoke. Rear Admiral Solomon "Warlock" Bates sat beside him.

“Of course, sir.” Tori responded, sitting down in the chair before her.

“The funeral for Lieutenant Hart - Jeffrey - is to be in two weeks. We have preparations all set up, so you don’t have to worry about anything, especially funding, but the people who are taking care of Lieutenant Hart’s…person…would like to know one thing. Would you like to bury anything with him?”

Tori sat there for a second in shock. The question was simple, and one she should’ve expected, but it seemed to be coming out of nowhere.

“You don’t have to answer right now.” Warlock added. “You can set up another meeting with us in a week’s time, or even send your correspondence - with any potential items you’d like to bury - so it will arrive by then.”

“Okay. I’m not quite sure at the moment, but is there a time next week that I can meet with you?” She asked hesitantly.

“Yes, of course. How about next Tuesday at 1600 hours?” Cyclone asked.

“Sure. That sounds good. Thank you both.” Tori replied, then saluted the two men. She received two nods and sad smiles as she left the room.

*back to original timeline*

Tori looked at her now-bare finger, where the small but beautiful diamond sat for many months.

“I’m having them bury it with him. My ring. It seems too soon to even be talking about this, but I know Jeffrey would’ve wanted me to move on, and if I do, it’s a bit weird to be wearing my engagement ring from my late fiancé.” She let a lone tear slip down her cheek as she spoke.

“That’s very brave of you, Tori.” She could hear the smile in Rooster’s voice. “You’re right. Phantom would’ve wanted you to move on.”

There was a knock at the door.

“I’m proud of you.” Rooster said to her face and through the phone. Tori immediately put her phone in her pocket and flung her arms around him.

“Oh, Bradley, you didn’t have to come all the way here!” Tears came to her eyes, and they were finally happy ones.

“All the way here? My apartment’s five minutes away, Tor!” Bradley laughed.

“Let me make you something. What do you want? Toast? Tea?”

“You sound like my mother,” Rooster smiled, a touch of sadness in his eyes. “It’s three in the morning, Stony, I’m good on food. Sleep sounds great, though.”

“Oh! Yeah, it’s not like you haven’t slept in my bed before.” Tori blurted out. “Okay, that sounded way too suggestive, you know what I mean!”

“Of course I know what you mean, Vic. You’re fine.”

Bradley and Victoria slept through the morning, waking up around eleven - giving them plenty of time before the funeral. She was extremely thankful for his presence, as it took her mind off things and allowed her to feel normal again as they went out for breakfast, went grocery shopping, and watched TV, as best friends do. When Tori got a call from her dad at one, she especially needed Bradley, as she nearly fainted upon hearing the news.

“Tori. I know this isn’t the right time, but I wanted to get to you before Bradley gets the official call.” The older man said. “You might have to go back to Top Gun.”

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Auditions — ch 3 (of 5) — hunger

[You can start from ch 1 here]

Hajime’s stomach churns. Hunger pangs. He wants Komaeda. To understand him, yes; to survive him, of course. But he also just—wants. He leans in closer— —and Komaeda stiffens, pulling away. Hajime freezes. “S-Sorry. I’m sorry. I got the wrong idea.” “I wouldn’t say that,” Komaeda whispers. “N-No, I—I wouldn’t say wrong. But some things are— And in such precarious circumstance, h-haha!! We… really can’t afford any more risk. Even this, only this, it’s already—” He squeezes his eyes shut, looking pained. “It— Haha!! It wouldn’t surprise me if sunrise brought some horrible revelation. Another murder, or… some terrible secret, dragged into the light.” “...You don’t want to kiss me because it might make someone kill someone.”

[SDR2 SPOILERS THRU CH 4]

There is no discreet way to wrestle a king-sized bed into a one-room bungalow. Especially when the bed in question is a ridiculous four-poster monstrosity, complete with a canopy and a real mahogany headboard and handcarved wooden gargoyles and fucking buttresses, probably.

A little further down the boardwalk, Komaeda watches the proceedings with an air of friendly incredulity.

��Careful,” he says helpfully, just a half-second after Hajime trips on an uneven board and drops the stupid fucking million-pound bedframe square on his foot.

Hajime hisses a curse. “You could help, you know,” he tells Komaeda, only a little bit murderous. “Since you’re clearly not busy.”

Komaeda flashes a glittering smile. “Ohh, I wouldn’t dream of it. I’d hate to tempt fate. If I got involved, I’m sure we’d wind up breaking that bed.”

Hajime does not turn beet-red. He doesn’t. But he does brace the frame against the front wall of his cottage, freeing a hand to wipe the sweat out of his eyes. “Too hot for this shit,” he mutters.

“Maybe if you removed a few layers?” Komaeda suggests.

“Will you stop messing with me??”

“I’m afraid I’ve never been more serious.”

Hajime nearly loses his grip when a new voice rings out from directly behind him. “Whatcha doin’, Hinata-kun?”

…Owari. Of course. Why would anything ever be easy? Hajime lets his forehead fall against his front door with an audible thunk. “Just, uh. Just moving this bed.”

“How come?”

Great question. Why indeed? “For more… space?”

Owari looks impressed. “You must be an awful active sleeper! You runnin’ laps in yer dreams or somethin?”

“Maybe Hinata-kun is undertaking a new training regimen!” Komaeda says brightly. “If you ask nicely, he might invite you, too!”

“No,” Hajime says loudly. Owari is amazing and all, but he’s seen the ‘battle scars’ that Nidai would proudly show off after their latest round of ‘training.’ Which, hey, more power to them! But Hajime is made of flesh and blood, not sinew and steel. He’s pretty sure Owari would snap him like a twig before she was finished warming up. “No training. I just… wanted more space. For sleeping.”

“Huh,” Owari muses. Then she shrugs. “Guess it takes all types! Say, you need a hand with that thing? Or is this part of your training?”

Oh, thank god. “Please. Yes. Thank you. That would be great.”

###

Sonia’s bed is several orders of magnitude more comfortable than Hajime’s, which might feel offensive if it wasn’t so obviously correct. But he doesn’t even get the chance to take it for a test-drive. Just a few hours later, Monokuma announces that they’ve gained access to another island. And a few hours after that, they’re in the Funhouse.

###

‘Funhouse’ is something of a misnomer. Hajime has never had less fun. Not that he’s surprised. This place is Monokuma’s, and everything Monokuma touches turns to dust.

There's nothing to eat. There's nowhere to go. No exit, no hope. Nothing to take your mind off the hollow ache gnawing at your gut. Only bright lights and blank walls and watching the second-hand tick-tick-tick around the clock. The fraying threads of this miserable excuse for a life, tick-tick-ticking away.

How long can they survive like this? Hajime doesn’t know. What will happen if Owari tries to eat one of Tanaka’s Four Dark Devas of Destruction? He doesn’t know that, either. All he knows is that he’s dying.

And here’s the kicker: he came here of his own free will. All of them did! No one made them board that train. They didn’t have to take the bait, but they did. They always do. Maybe they always will.

…A ‘Funhouse,’ huh? What a fucking joke. Hajime could probably think of one or two things less fun than starving to death, but only because he’s having a really, really, really bad month.

###

Hajime expected the pain. He expected fatigue. But he didn’t know how cold it would feel, starving to death. Digesting himself. Watching his life wither away.

Has he ever been this cold before? If he has, he can’t remember. His thoughts keep coming loose from each other, like dandelion fluff. Like there’s not enough of him left to hold them together. Memory or premonition, effect or cause... Does any of it really matter? Everything feels the same. An endless, airless haze.

The weirdest part is, it feels sort of familiar. The emptiness. When Hajime stares into that vast, unfeeling dark, he can almost imagine that it knows him. That it’s recognizing him, recognizing it. The void, looking back.

“Hinata,” someone says, from a long way away. Chiaki. But Chiaki doesn’t call him Hinata anymore. Does she? No. She hasn’t for ages. “Hinata. Hinata Hajime! Move!! You can’t just— Not after everything! It isn’t fair if you just—”

Oh. She’s upset. Hajime forces his eyes open, squints through his lashes. “...Chi-chan.”

“Hajime,” she breathes. “You scared me!”

“Sorry,” he mumbles. He rubs his eyes, remembering. The fourth island. The Funhouse. A game of malnutrition-chicken in agonizing slow-motion. “Sorry. Don’t worry. I’m fine.”

“Y-Yeah. Of course.” She chews her lip, still studying his face. “Um. We’re… looking around again today. Remember? To try and find the way out.”

Right. Yes. The plan. Getting out of bed. Pacing the halls. Climbing up and down the stairs, up and down and up and down, even though it feels like just sitting up might be enough to kill him. If Hajime falls down the stairs and cracks his skull, is that considered murder? (‘Self-murder?’ He feels like there’s a word for that, but… whatever.) If Hajime self-murders himself, does everyone else get to go home?

But he doesn't want to crack his skull. He just wants to feel less cold.

“Yeah,” he tells her. “I remember.”

###

The light tastes like metal. Screaming-shrill and needle-sharp. It makes him think of hospitals, of blank walls and steel gurneys and waiting waiting waiting. The sheen of the syringe. The inhale before the sting.

It almost feels like he can hear them. The lights. Just the faintest whine at the edge of his awareness, like hearing a mosquito in your room when it’s already too dark to see. Hungry and alive and ever out of sight. It sets his teeth on edge. Hajime would give anything—anything—for just a minute of quiet. He just wants to be alone.

But there’s nowhere to be alone. His so-called friends are everywhere, in every corner of every room. Hajime doesn’t want to see them. He maybe kind of hates them? They definitely hate him. He can see it in their sunken cheeks, their hollow stares. They look angry. Afraid. Like they’re wondering how much of him they could eat, raw and bloody, before their conscience caught up and puked him back out.

…Where is he supposed to be looking today? He can’t remember. Anyway, everywhere feels the same. But he knows which building he’s in, because there are pictures everywhere. (Not pictures. Projections. Pictures made of light.) Pale, tumescent boils all clustered together like rot bursting out of a corpse. The thought makes Hajime’s mouth water. Is that fucked up? Probably.

He’s already checked the library, but he’s already checked everywhere else, too, so. Whatever. He stumbles through the doorway, braces his weight against the jamb.

“Hajime,” someone rasps. “What a nice surprise.”

Oh. Nagito. (No. Hajime doesn’t call him by his first name, at least not out loud. That’s only for people you trust.) “…Komaeda.”

For a second, Hajime is dumb enough to feel happy to see him. Then he remembers that Komaeda has been stirring shit for days. Asking dumbshit rhetorical questions with answers too obvious to say out loud. Wondering, guileless as a baby deer, if it bothers Hajime to be the least-trusted boy in school. To be undisclosed. Undescribed. If there really is a traitor, wouldn’t it make sense for it to be the only outlier…? Not that Komaeda thinks so, of course, but, well, if the shoe fits…

Hajime’s lips peel back from his teeth. Mother fucker. He should just walk away and shut the door behind him.

But Komaeda isn’t laughing at anyone now. He looks shrunken. Dessicated. You can see the blue of his blood through his papery skin. Except… wait. Is blood supposed to be blue?

Hajime’s head tilts. “…You’re cold.”

“Haha. Are you sure you didn’t mean to say that you’re cold?”

“I’m cold,” Hajime concedes.

Komaeda smiles tiredly. “You’re working too hard, Hajime. Come sit with me. We can go through these fascinating files.”

Hajime lurches closer. Braces his weight against Komaeda’s shoulder and then flinches back when his pinky finger brushes the side of Komaeda’s neck. Komaeda’s skin feels cold as ice. “Woah. You’re really cold.”

“And here I thought I was being so hospitable.”

“No, I mean— Here, can I…” Gesturing toward Komaeda’s hands.

Komaeda doesn’t react. But. Not in the usual way. He doesn’t stiffen or pull away, he just—doesn’t do anything. Like he doesn’t know what’s being asked.

“Here,” Hajime says, impatient, and grabs both of Komaeda’s hands. “Okay?”

“I. Ah. Y-Yes, of—course!!” Komaeda’s voice jumps an octave when Hajime raises his fingers to his mouth and breathes against them. “Um??”

Hajime squints at him. Is this not what everyone does when they forget their gloves in winter? “If you don’t, uh. Your extremities. It’s easy to get frostbite, and then it can… Worst-case, you could lose the whole hand.”

“O-Of course,” Komaeda whispers. “I—ah. A terrible fate, to be sure. Though perhaps a blessing in disguise? The rest of you could boil them for soup.”

Ugh. This ‘stepping stone’ bullshit again. Hajime usually takes it pretty stoically, but today it pisses him off. “Will you stop that?”

“Stop… talking? Having hands?”

“Stop trying to die,” Hajime snaps. “You don’t even really want to. It’s not like it’s hard. If you really—” But—no, he realizes halfway. That’s not how you’re supposed to talk to someone about suicide.

(Suicide. That’s the word he was looking for.)

“…I just mean,” he mutters. “You don’t have to… No one here wants you dead.”

Komaeda smiles drily. “No one wants me alive, either.”

“I do.”

Komaeda’s smile stutters.

“So just…” Hajime’s attention drifts. Komaeda’s hands still feel like ice. Hajime presses one to the side of his face, trying to gauge the temperature, but his homeostasis must be all fucked up because it still feels way way way too cold. He changes strategies; reaches up to rest two knuckles against Komaeda's temple. Shit. Komaeda feels crazy fucking cold. “If we just go to bed tonight like normal, are you gonna die in your sleep?”

“Ah,” Komaeda says breathlessly. He sounds unusually out of sorts but, to be fair, they have been starving to death. “I—ah. It’s… not as though that’s unique to me, Hajime-kun. All of us are dying.”

“So you were just gonna—without even—because we’re not gonna eat you, man!”

Komaeda chokes. It might feel like a victory, if Hajime had the strength to feel anything at all. “I—ah—run a few degrees lower than most, in general. So it might not— And besides, my—” He sucks in a breath. “W-Would you let go of my hands??”

Oh. Right. “Sorry.”

“Besides,” Komaeda goes on, more smoothly, “my luck would never let me die so quietly. There are better odds of this entire island getting swallowed by an earthquake. So you really don't need to worry.”

“M’not worried,” Hajime mutters, even though he really is. “…You really just leave everything to luck?”

Komaeda smiles drily. “Whether I do or I don’t, luck wins out in the end.”

“But sometimes it’s bad luck.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Well, fuck that. Sorry,” Hajime remembers to add. “I just mean… Don’t be stupid.”

“…And how would you suggest I do that?”

“Just—” Even as his mouth starts to form the words, Hajime can see that he’s making a mistake. But what else is he supposed to do? Just let Komaeda fucking die? “Just… sleep in my bed?”

Komaeda’s eyebrows twitch. “Like Nanami-san.”

Hajime nods.

“And the estimable Miss Sonia.”

Another nod.

“And you don’t think your girlfriends—”

“Partners.” Hajime is still figuring out what he is to Kuzuryu, but he knows for a fact that the Ultimate Yakuza would kick his ass if he found out that Hajime let Komaeda call him a ‘girlfriend.’ The guy’s got enough complexes as it is.

“‘Partners,’” Komaeda repeats, his voice tinged with some emotion that Hajime can’t quite identify. “You don’t think that your�� partners might take issue with that?”

Hajime shrugs. “Bed’s too small for four.”

“...I take it Nanami-san worked her magic on Kuzuryu-san.”

“Something like that.”

“I’m expected in Strawberry Hall,” Komaeda says slowly. “Given my… reputation, my absence might seem a little suspect.”

“Huh? I’ll just say you were with me.”

Komaeda blinks. “That wouldn’t… embarrass you?”

Would it? Hajime thinks about it. “Maybe a little? Not enough to let you die.”

“I wasn’t aware I required your permission.”

“Well. Now you know.”

Komaeda’s mouth ticks up. “Hm. I… hm.” He leans forward, frowning. “You know, if you want to kill me, there’s no need for pretense. I would gladly submit to your—”

“Komaeda!” Hajime bursts out. “Do you want to survive the night or not?”

###

Hajime can’t believe he actually won an argument against Komaeda. He’s so busy patting himself on the back, he doesn’t get around to regretting it until it’s too late. Sonia has already turned in with Tanaka, who she insists is ‘acting strange’ (even though, as far as Hajime can tell, Tanaka has never acted anything but). Kuzuryu is curled up with Chiaki, which means that Hajime doesn’t need to worry about either of them. And Komaeda is—

Knock-knock……kck-kck-ckk!!

—right outside, apparently.

Hajime unlatches the lock to find Komaeda looking unusually uncertain. “…Hey.”

“Hajime-kun!” Komaeda greets him brightly. His smile is clear as glass and just as brittle. “It’s, ah… Haha! It’s… not too late to change your mind.”

Hajime frowns. Until today, he’d sort of got the impression that Komaeda was more-or-less immune to discomfort. After all, he clearly didn’t mind being bound and gagged and blamed for everything that ever went wrong. Right now, though, Komaeda looks undeniably embarrassed.

“Back at you?” Hajime tries. “Look, just… make yourself at home. If you want.”

He deliberately turns his back as Komaeda slowly, reluctantly shuffles in. It gives him an opportunity to wriggle out of his pants without making eye contact.

“—Um??” Komaeda squeaks.

Hajime rolls his eyes. “I’m not gonna fuck you, if that’s what you’re scared of. I am honestly just trying to keep you alive.”

“A-Are you quite sure?”

Hajime stares.

“No, I’m sure you’re right,” Komaeda mumbles. “An unworthy wretch like me could never— And with such a potent wellspring of— Besides which, such good fortune could only portend disaster.”

“Uh. That’s not—” Hajime swallows hard. “Did you… want me to fuck you?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Komaeda breathes. “Such impertinence is far beyond my reach. A radiant beacon of hope and a, a, a sniveling worm like me could never— And with you already so exhausted, I— Such heights of selfishness would never—”

Paradoxically, Hajime feels himself relax. This, at least, feels familiar. “Komaeda.”

“H-Hinata-kun?”

“Let’s go to bed.”

###

Komaeda lays himself down at the very edge of the mattress, as far as possible from Hajime. His outside-arm hangs over the edge, dangling over empty air.

Hajime rolls his eyes. “You’re acting like you’ve never shared a bed before.”

Komaeda’s eyes flick away.

“Seriously?” Hajime asks, too surprised to be polite. “You don’t have any… I dunno. Siblings, or childhood friends or whatever?”

Komaeda gives him a crooked smile.

“Well," Hajime mutters. "Just… don’t overthink it. I’m just trying to keep you alive. Everyone, I mean,” he adds hastily. “I’m just trying to keep everyone alive. So just… try and stay warm, okay? I really don’t wanna wake up next to a corpse.”

There’s a deafening silence before the sheets rustle. Komaeda, inching closer. Hajime’s heart definitely doesn’t lurch when he feels Komaeda's breath tickle the hair on his chest.

A moment later, a whisper whistles through the surrounding dark. “…Hinata-san?”

“Pffft,” he can’t help but snicker. “Oh, so now you’re formal?”

He can feel the curve of Nagito’s smile against his shoulder. “Well. It’s not as though there’s any distance left to close.”

Isn’t there? Hajime almost says it. “What’s up, Komaeda.”

“Might I make a request?”

Uhh... “What kind?”

“Selfish,” Komaeda answers promptly. “And… possibly dangerous. Or, rather—definitely dangerous.”

Well, now he has to know. “I’m listening.”

“You’re aware of my family situation.”

Right. The whole… meteorite thing. Hajime still has trouble believing it, some days. But it really didn’t smell like a lie. When Komaeda is lying, he makes it sound way more believable.

“And of course you’re aware of how universally repellent I am, in the eyes of my fellow man,” Komaeda continues smoothly. “How instantly, implicitly repugnant.”

“Your people skills could use some work, yeah.”

“So it’s been—ah. I… couldn’t tell you how long, since I last touched another person. By choice, I mean.”

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Hajime barely bites it back. Komaeda might be the scariest person on this island, but for some reason, Hajime doesn’t want to scare him. “Sure.”

“So I—ah. I suppose the favor would be… If it wouldn’t be a bother… And if it wouldn’t, ah, disgust you past the point of nausea—because we really can’t afford the wasted resources—”

“Just get to the point.”

“Then. Ah. Would it be okay if…” Komaeda sucks in a breath. “C-Can I touch you?”

Hajime stiffens.

“I don’t mean— It’s only that I haven’t!! And you’re… s-so warm, and—”

“Yeah,” Hajime breathes.

“—and… Um?”

“Yeah. It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“I see,” Komaeda whispers. “As expected of Hinata. You’re a very generous person, Hajime-kun.”

Right. ‘Generous.’ Just like he’s been ‘generous’ enough to share his bed with three of the coolest, most interesting people he’s ever met. “Uh huh.”

Ice-cold hands tickle his sternum. Hajime wills himself not to flinch. He can’t trust Komaeda not to draw the cruelest possible conclusion.

Cold fingers brush his collar, coming to rest in the hollow of his throat before tracing the outline of his pectorals, skimming down his ribcage and back up. Komaeda smooths his shoulder with the flat of his thumb, then lingers where his jaw meets his throat. “Your heart is racing,” he observes, almost conversationally.

“Y-Yeah.”

Komaeda studies his face like a mathematician confronted with an algorithm that he still can’t prove. Assessing. Unmistakably curious.

Hajime’s stomach churns. The sting of bile, the heat of thirst. Hunger pangs. Sonia was right; she knew it before Hajime got the chance to see it for himself and he can’t even bring himself to mind. He wants Komaeda. To understand him, yes; to survive him, of course. But he also just—wants. To taste him. To press and prod until he can feel the warmth bleed out of him.

Hajime leans in closer—

—and Komaeda stiffens, pulling slightly away.

Hajime freezes. “S-Sorry. I’m sorry. I got the wrong idea.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Komaeda whispers. “N-No, I—I wouldn’t say wrong. But some things are— And in such precarious circumstance, h-haha!! We… really can’t afford any more risk. Even this, only this, it’s already—” He squeezes his eyes shut, looking pained. “It— Haha!! It wouldn’t surprise me if sunrise brought with it some horrible revelation. Another murder, or… some terrible secret, dragged into the light.”

Hajime blinks. “You don’t want to kiss me because it might make someone kill someone.”

“It really might!!!!”

Cool. Yes. Very normal.

“I-In fact,” Komaeda whispers, “I should probably return to my quarters… Or I could just! Sleep on the ground?”

“Come on. I’m not gonna let you—” Hajime’s thoughts stumble. “Wait. Is that why you sleep on the ground?”

“Haha!! Well!! It’s!! Not as though it’s— And everything evens out in the end, so it’s not as though it’s an inconvenience; the gods won’t let me die with my ledger yet unpaid, not when I still owe so much to—”

“Komaeda,” Hajime says firmly. He shoves in close, presses his forehead hard against Komaeda’s hard enough to hurt. Close enough to kiss him. (He wants you to, his lizard-brain whispers. He’d consider it dangerously lucky. The good-luck equivalent of another bloody murder.

Hajime thrusts it away. You’re not allowed to kiss people who said no, even if their reasons are really stupid.)

“Komaeda,” he says again. “You’re not here because of luck.”

“Ah? But—without such outrageous fortune, I wouldn’t even—”

“Broadly, maybe. But right now? You came here because I made you. That’s not ‘ultimate power.’ That’s just… I dunno. Being agreeable.”

“But—”

“No. Sorry, I mean—if you have something to say, you can say it. But don’t just… I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor.”

“B-But that’s far too—”

“That’s not your fucking luck!!” Hajime bursts out. “Jesus! Just! Let yourself be a person! You can think of it as a, a fucking… hostage situation, if it helps. Or a personal favor. It’s me who’s getting lucky. Not literally.”

“…I was going to say.”

“Well, don’t.”

Komaeda actually laughs. “You’re being very dramatic, Hinata-kun. There’s no mystery to solve here. I’ll just make my way back and—”

Hajime is too tired to argue. He just grabs Komaeda by the cuff of his shirt and yanks. “Just—sleep.”

Komaeda’s expression flickers. “Ah. That—ah—doesn’t seem like a very prudent use of—”

“Will you just go to sleep?”

There’s more that Hajime wants to say, but he’s so, so, so tired. He isn’t sure that he’s ever been this tired. And anyway, there’s always tomorrow. The only thing they have in surplus is time.

“Just,” Hajime mumbles. “Ss-ssss…sssee you inna morning.”

He can feel Komaeda’s laugh, a puff of warmth against his neck. “Good night, Hajime-kun.”

Maybe it’ll be okay, Hajime finds himself thinking. Maybe we’ll just… hold onto each other, and not fuck each other over. Maybe we’ll cling to each other without hurting each other, or killing each other, and then later we can all wake up together. Alive.

But when he wakes up the next morning, he’s alone.

You can read the full series here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/51548557/chapters/130285615

#komahina #hinanami #soniahinanami #soniahinanamizuryu oh my god my poly ass is waging war on the very concept of of a portmanteau #sdr2spoilers #danganronpa 2 spoilers thru the 4th trial

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Today was a good day. I had a good time and it is storming again. The alley is flooding! We had to pin up a towel in the window in the kitchen because we can't close that one and water was coming in. Wild.

I slept better last night. I woke up with alarm anxiety a few times. But it wasn't the worst sleep I've ever had.

James left for work and I got up a little after that. I didn't have to be at work until noon. So I was excited to use my morning.

I would mostly just lay there for an hour playing on my phone. But I would soon get up and make the bed and get washed and dressed and felt pretty good.

I cleaned for a while. Vacuumed and cleaned the surfaces in the bathroom. I wanted to do more but I was a little to warm and so instead I would do some knitting. And then ate a yogurt and nilla wafers for breakfast. We didn't have any bread and I wasn't feeling cooking anything. It wasn't the best breakfast but whatever.

I played Stardew for two days in game. I am almost to the next step and I'll have a green house and that's going to change my whole farm. So I am excited about that.

I would work on my capybara embroidery for a while. I am really excited for how the fur is coming together. Still no idea how I'll price something like this. But it's still fun.

I laid in bed and watched tiktoks for a bit. But I decided to head to work. I wanted to drive through the city so I left a few minutes early. But it didn't matter because I would end up at work very early.

I was a little frustrated because my phone wouldn't connect to the car. Later in the day it would but for whatever reason it wouldn't on my drive in. I just put my podcast on the phone speaker and hoped for the best.

It was nice to see James's face when I got to the museum. I chilled at the desk and talked to them until I had to go and get ready for my tour.

The tours were going to be a little wild today. 7 consecutive groups! We almost never do that and we were all a little worried. But me and Becca had worked out a rough schedule on the board and then Jessica had emailed us and we all came together to figure it out.

This meant I had to do a tour stop in transportation which is not normal. But with a 3rd grade group it ended up being totally fine. I was very worried about facts and stuff so I wanted to read some of the signs. I went over there and Gaby was chilling between assembly lines and I sat and chatted with her for a bit. We were all a little on edge because of a different thing but that is alright.

The group was 15minutes late. Because of course. And they were on four buses and it was a little hectic. But once I had my group we were off.

They were honestly lovely. The only real issue I had was because we had all the other tours happening at the same time we had to be very very on time. And the group behind me was two minutes fast and almost pushed me into Becca's group. And so I had to weirdly cut things and transition and I hope they still got a lot out of it but it was not ideal.

Machine shop went better. Much better timed. There was a dad on the tour that I decided I wanted the approval of. And so I was trying to like make sure he was making appropriate faces at the jokes and facts and at the end of the tour he made a big fuss about how great the tour was so I for sure won.

In the transportation room I did some facts and then basically just let them explore and look in the car and they were so well behaved so gathering them again to ask questions was great. I am really glad it worked out so well.

We finished up and I brought them to the rest of their group.

There was a lot of issue getting them out because the school was with a tour guide company and they were being weird about who leaves the building when. And I was just like. Tell them to go back to their bus?? Why are they all in the lobby?? So I just made everyone go outside. Ask forgiveness not permission.

It all worked out. And we chilled at the desk. James was in a meeting so it was just us there for a bit. It was the end of the day and a nice couple came in and since it was so close to the end of the day we just let them in for free. I hope they had fun.

We went back to the office to do some car parts. We had gone to check assembly line and it was basically all reset. So no big deal. We put together packets and talked and it was a good time.

But I was ready to get out of there. It was my last daytime shift for the summer. And I said goodbye to my friends. It's not a real goodbye by it always feels a little like, until next time.

I did not go home. I checked in with James. And then drove out to Target. The plan was to get sunscreen and snacks for the beach and specifically I was there for get a clamp umbrella for my beach chair. But even though the internet said they had them I couldn't find it anywhere and for frustrated. I did get snacks and drinks and sunscreen. I also got some floaty tubes as a gift for Jess.

I made a pitstop at tacobell. Had my two tacos in the parking lot. And then it was home.

I felt like the drive home took forever. But I got back here by 430. There was nowhere to park. So I had to park in a two hour spot. James would move it before the time was up but I was frustrated by this. And when I got home the apartment smelled like vinegar??? We can't figure out why but there have been weird smalls in the living room all night.

It was good to be home. I was to hot but I put everything away and went through my packing for the beach. I forgot to make space for my toiletty bag. But I figured it out.

Me and James worked on our lego guitar and it came out so cool!! It was fun hanging out and finishing that. We made space for it on the mantle and it just look so cool.

I laid on the couch while James played video game. But soon they had to go to the theater. And I spent some time playing Stardew and watching videos and having snacks. It was a nice evening.

It started to rain. And James got caught in it but it wouldn't get very strong for a while.

We chilled and laid in bed together and it's been a nice night. And now we are clean and the windows are closed. Ready to sleep.

I am leaving tomorrow for a few days. I will stop at my parents tomorrow morning and then me and Jess are heading to the beach! Apparently this day last year we were already at the beach. I am looking forward to it even if it's going to be a little rainy. A second month with a beach trip where it rains. Of course. Still going to be great.

Sleep well everyone. Take care of yourself!! Ash your hands!

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theblondegoesabroad · 2 years

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Day 43

Monday 13th June 2022

This morning Benoît and I got up at 5am, had our coffee, put a tea in a thermos for the road and then were on the road to Glasgow before 6am. It was a wonderful sleep, David let us sleep in his spare room last night and it was an increase treat. With our crash pad bed, it is slightly too short for our legs so having a full sized bed, four solid walls, it was bliss. We cannot thank him enough! From David’s house it took us a few hours to get to the city but luckily our tactic to miss the morning traffic went well and we managed to score ourselves a central parking space by 8am. Yesterday I quickly planned our tour of the city, we were supposed to spend two days in Glasgow but instead decided to do one big day so I cut out a few things but mainly squished most things into one day. So we had a big day of walking a head of us. First we explored the Glasgow necropolis, one of Europe’s most known cemeteries. Known for its impressive range of statues and shrines, as well as its record book which records every burial, over 5000 graves and each is documents with birth and death dates as well as the occupations of the passed. It is rather impressive. In the cemetery there is a bridge that crosses right to the Glasgow cathedral. Unfortunately we arrived slightly too early to visit it but we did walk around outside. This cathedral is pretty neat for me as it is the cathedral where the famous Saint Kentigern died and was buried. There isn’t that much proof but that’s what the rumour is anyway. After a quick school prayer we made our way to the city center. Admiring the surest art and the beautiful buildings of the merchants quarter. It was pretty chilly today. I Oakley we didn’t think it was that cold but there was a lot of wind and so once we got close to the city we took refuge in a cafe to warm up and fill up on cake. After all it has been a while since we have had our cake fix. After thawing out (I am struggling to feel like we are in summer), we went to Kelvingrove park and museum. Most of the museums are free here which is neat although not many are open on a Monday so luckily we planned on going to one of the only ones that were open. It was a neat museum. A bit of everything which was cool, from animals to art to a love organ playing performance. We spent a good few hours looking around. Before long our stomachs were telling us to find some food so we headed through Glasgow University (stunning by the way) and found ourselves in Ashton Lane, a neat foodie street. We filled up on burgers ans craft beer making the most of their lunch time deal. It was a real treat. We accidentally ordered a pint too many so felt a bit buzzy for our afternoon. As we were walking to our next garden to visit we finally came across some second hand shops which I had my eye out for since this morning. We stopped in and I found two jumpers that I could throw on and give Benoît back his. I am always better when I am warm, being cold and visiting just isn’t any fun. So I was happy with my purchases. We arrived at our last stop for the day, the Kibble palace and winter gardens. They are beautiful indoor gardens, full of tropical plants. It was stunning to walk around and feel like you were in another world. The buildings were pretty spectacular too. Afterwards we trekked back to our car, just in time to! When we were sitting at our first red light the rain came down so we were happy to be in the car!

This evening we headed first to the supermarket and then on to the Loch Lomond national park. We found a place to stay, made our dinner, delicious gnocci with a eggplant and tomato sauce. It was well good aie (just practising my Scottish). Then set up camp and fell into bed. Although sounds easy. But not without difficulty tonight. We had our first attack of the midges. And wow. There are thousands. Like thousands. As we were setting up they just kept coming and coming and by the time it was time to get into the tent it was almost impossible to get them off. As I was putting our bedding together, (throwing the gear in and trying to set it up with my body outside the tent and my hands just through a tiny gap in the door, i wiped my pillow across my face to get off the midges and there were like twenty plus on my pillow. It’s a nightmare. If Scotland is like this up north I think I might just stay in the car haha. We eventually managed to squeeze into our tent without too many unwelcome guests!but wow, people are not exaggerating. Love kate xxxx ps. The Scott’s are impossible to understand. Like wow. Their accents a pretty strong and I find myself struggling to keep up in conversations, trying to twist their pronouncation into words that I can translate back into “English.” It is a bit of a laugh to be honest, but poor Benoit doesn’t understand much at all. It kind of reminds me of when they starts pronouncing all the place names in NZ with the Maori pronunciation and it took me ages to get that ‘Topaw’ was Taupo. Same in Scotland here a cow is a coo, town is a tooon, good is git, and so much more. A good laugh and a bit of mental gymnastics but we’re getting there!

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hello bug! you put your requests off but I’m going to forget if I don’t send it in now (sorry). feel free to ignore until you’re ready love!

james potter stuck in subspace (mommy kink!)

Strawberry Lips || James Potter

Word Count: 2594

A/N: Okay so I’m an idiot, half way through I realized I both had the reader fucking him and a butt plug in and I had to go back and rework it. I procrastinated on his all day so it’s currently 11:!5 and I have to be up at 6 tomorrow and I require 8 hours of sleep to function like a real human being. There’s probably a million little mistakes but I’m too impatient to wait until morning to reread, please tell me if you notice anything super fucked up

Warnings: mommy kink, sub!James, male penetration, my first time writing subspace and all the subspace blurbs I’ve read before have been from the perspective of the submissive so please don’t judge me too harshly on this, slut is used like once, aftercare

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“You can take it, pretty boy,” You murmured, gazing down at him adoringly, flicking your thumb over the weeping head of his overused cock as you pumped your hand up and down his shaft.

You could tell that he was completely submissive to you, from the glazed look in his eyes to the muffled whimpers and gasps that carelessly slipped from his mouth and the way his hips had stopped trying to squirm away from the combined stimulation of your hand on his member, the heavy glass of your strap on pistoning in and out of him. He was a drooling mess for you as you reached with the hand not on his cock to slap his ass, his body jolting at the unexpected, though not unwelcomed contact.

It was like there was fire flowing through your veins, with the alertness one feels after downing a few shots of espresso but minus the jitters that often accompanied it you were completely tuned in to the man before you.

Splayed out on his back you observed with a careful eye the way his thighs clenched in his efforts not to cum until he was given your permission. You studied the furrow of his brow and the drops of glistening sweat rolling down his face, examining every aspect of his appearance to make sure that he was okay.

When James slipped into subspace he slipped hard and more often than not couldn’t even remember his own name, never mind the safe word the two of you had previously established. No, it was up to you to make sure that he was alright, and the very prospect that this man, this beautiful, beautiful man, trusted you enough to allow you to take care of him in such a way was thrilling.

“Taking Mommy’s cock so well baby, is it nice and deep inside of you, making you feel nice and full?” You smiled as you let go of his cock, watching it as it bounced along with the rest of his body, in time with your rough, fast paced strokes.

“Uh huh,” He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as he offered the pathetic nod of his head, “Feels so good Mommy, want more, want your cock.”

“You’ve already got it, baby, it’s all yours. Or do you want more?” You questioned, slapping his erect, sensitive prick without ever ceasing your thrusts in and out of him, keeping your speed consistent while watching his body jump at the sudden contact.

“Mommy,” He whimpered, his cock throbbing as you traced just the tips of your fingers up and down his shaft.

“Come on baby,” You cooed, trailing your fingertips down his shaft to his balls, taking them in the palm of your hands before griping them tightly, smirking as his face scrunched in pleasure, “How do we ask for more of Mommy’s cock?”

“Please!” He begged unabashedly, “Please Mommy, please!”

“Aw baby,” You lilted, dragging your open palm down the expanse of his muscled chest, moving up and down before finding your way to his nipple which you pinched harshly.

“Owie, Mommy,” James whined trying to squirm away from your touch.

“Gonna cum one more time for Mommy baby,” You decided after dragging your eyes over James’ quivering form to assess him, “One more, can you cum one more time for me, pretty boy?”

You spat onto your hand, returning it to his throbbing length, your ministrations on his member were faster than last time, wanting to get him right to the precipice of cumming and making him beg for it.

Sure he’d already cum four times but Jamesie was your good boy, he could take another. With the resumed stimulation of your hand, all James could manage from his lips, bitten a bright rosy red, was a desperate whine accompanied by what was supposed to be a nod was more of a jerk of his head, too fuzzy from the pleasure coursing from his veins to properly control his body.

“Good boy,” You praised, “Just one more,” You leaned back to watch your strap on slide in and out of his tight hole, thanks to a spell you and he had spent months perfecting it was like the cock strapped to you was an actual appendage of your body and you could feel every time James clenched around the glass. It was heavenly, being buried so deep in him and you couldn’t get enough of it.

Balancing yourself by gripping onto his hips you sped up your movements, lifting his bum slightly to push deeper inside of him with every stroke.

Only a fool wouldn’t be able to tell the signs that your ministrations were bringing James dangerously close to climax as he incoherently blabbered on and on, “S’too much Mommy, need more, need more of your cock.”

“Aw has Mommy fucked you dumb baby? Don’t even know what you want, you want Mommy to stop?” You mocked, smirking wickedly when his eyes flew open.

“No no no no no, please don’t be stop Mommy, don’t want you to stop, please don’t stop, need your cock,” He pleaded shaking his head in efforts to convince you.

“You’re pathetic Jamie, such a slut for my cock,” He released a high pitched whine at your teasing which just spurred you on even more.

Living up to the title of slut you’d bestowed upon him he squeezed around your strap on at the degrading name, as much as he loved praise, degradation turned him on more than he’d like to admit, “Please let me cum Mommy, pretty please, I’ve been a good boy, I wanna be your good boy, please let me cum.”

Satisfied with his begging you gave a curt nod of your head, too so focused on the pleasure that zipped up your spine warming your body as you continued both thrusting in and out and sliding your hand along James’ shaft.

“Make a mess on Mommy’s hand baby boy, be a good boy for me and cum,” Your verbal permission was all he needed, cumming almost instantaneously, covering your hand in his warm, milky white release. The feeling of his cum on your skin sent shivers up your spine and the sight of him erupting on your hand drove you over the edge too, stabilizing yourself on his thighs you felt pleasure overwhelm you.

“Fuck Jamie,” You swore under your breath as you let your head fall forward, it becoming too heavy for you to support as you felt yourself clench around nothing. You were brought back to reality from the bliss of your orgasm by the pathetic little whines that left James as his cock twitched against his stomach, he was still cumming.

“Poor baby, made you cum five times and you’ve still got cum in you” You crooned, slipping your strap on from his hole you heard him whimper, comforting him by placing a steady hand on his thigh, dragging your thumb over his skin in small circles. You knelt before him, lifting up his balls to place a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin.

James’ ragged breathing sounded through the room as he recovered from his orgasm and slowly regained the ability to speak, “W-was I your good boy Mommy?” He managed to stutter out, his eyes flickering open as he spoke. He sounded far off and dreamy like he was high off his orgasms.

“You’re always my good boy baby, you did so well for me like you do every time,” You extolled, sliding one hand up the crimson, silk sheets to find his hand which still had the bedding scrunched up in his fist. Once you’d slowly eased his hand slack you intertwined your fingers with his, keeping that contact as you stood up to peer down at him.

You studied him with a critical eye, examining every inch of him, taking note of the cum beginning to dry on his stomach and cock, the teeth marks from where he’d bitten his plump lips which looked bloody from where you stood, and the sweat covering his entire body from hours of going at it.

“Really?” He asked you, his tone genuine as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

You smiled at him before leaning down over his ruined form, melding your lips with his in a quick kiss, allowing your tongue to trace his bloody lips, “Always baby.”

He winced as you shifted above him and looking down you realized your strap-on was brushing against his ruined cock.

“M’sorry baby, let me take this off yeah?” You started to push yourself off of him but he soon latched onto your wrist, pulling you down on top of him.

“No Mommy, don’t go, want you please,” He murmured against the soft skin of your shoulder.

You allowed your head to fall against your shoulder but you were careful to keep your hips up as to not hurt Jamie but you’d gone just as long as James had and the position was soon becoming too strenuous for your overworked body.

“Gimme a second baby, m’not going anywhere just have to get comfortable too,” You explained, and though he didn’t respond James seemed to understand as he allowed you to stand up and remove the harness from your body, abandoning it on the dresser, making a note to clean it up in the morning.

Glimpsing at James you noticed that his eyes were closed and you took the opportunity to sneak away to the bathroom where you wet a washcloth to clean up James. But as you ran the soft fabric under the warm water coming from the faucet you failed to notice him slip into the bathroom behind you.

In fact, you weren’t even aware of the dark haired man’s presence until his strong arms scooped you off of the floor, his grip on you was surprisingly sturdy given his foggy headspace and that every time he moved he winced as his cock rubbed against his muscled thigh.

“You said you weren’t gonna leave me, Mommy,” He whined into your ear as he carried you back to the bed, you shifted in his hold so that you could run the damp washcloth along his toned shoulders, he visibly unwound under your touch.

“I know baby,” You murmured not wanting to speak too loudly, “But I need to clean you up and I thought you wouldn’t notice.”

His response was unintelligible as he dropped you down on the bed with a little less care he would if he wasn’t so out of it.

“Thought I fucked you dumb baby,” You teased, pulling him to sit down next to you before gently pushing on his shoulders so that he was propped up against the fluffy pillows arranged on the bed.

“That’s not nice Mommy, m’not dumb,” He grumbled, making grabby hands for you to move closer to him to which you obliged, settling in between his legs with yours thrown over his hips, keeping enough distance between the two of you so that you didn’t agitate his used member.

“Aw baby Mommy didn’t mean to upset you,” You grinned at his vulnerable state, pressing a delicate kiss to his nose to distract him as you gently brushed the damp cloth against his member.

Despite your most valiant efforts he still jumped, mewling at the stimulation while trying to squirm away from your touch.

“I know it hurts baby,” You ran a hand up and down his flexed thigh, “Gotta clean you up though.”

“Want your lips, Mommy,” He sniffled, puckering his lips and closing his eyes.

You leaned forward to meet his soft cushions to distract him as you finished cleaning up his prick. You kept the kiss soft as to not push him even further under or to agitate the wounds on the red pillows.

Pulling away you plucked a tube of lip balm from the bedside table, leaning over James’ face to reach it. Seeing an opportunity and taking it James latched his lips onto your nipple, sucking lazily but just hard enough to not let you pull away. When you tried despite his hold on you he threw a strong arm around your waist pulling you flush against him, not reacting when your knee bumped his dick.

“You gotta let go of Mommy’s titty baby, she’s gotta help you, darling.”

His response was muffled by your tit stuffed into his mouth so you pulled back so that you could hear him, “Say that again baby?”

“Want your titty Mommy, wanna make you feel good,” He begged, replacing his mouth with his hand, palming the flesh of your breast.

“You have James, you’ve made me feel so good. But s’not my name anymore baby, not Mommy anymore, it’s (Y/N), yeah?”

Your words seemed to go in one ear and out the other as he just continued groping at your tit, watching it like it held all the answers in the universe. Easing his fingers from your body you sat back in your original position tapping James’ lips to signal to him to pucker them again for you.

“Good boy,” You praised as you ran the lip balm over his lips, smearing the strawberry flavored balm over the cracks.

As you pulled back to recap the tube of lip balm James stuck his tongue out, sliding it over the balm before tucking it back into his mouth, humming approvingly, “I taste like strawberries,” He smiled goofily.

“Yes you do baby but you’re supposed to keep it on your lips so that it’ll help you, pretty boy,” You shook your head as you reapplied the balm to his lips.

“You gotta taste (Y/N/N),” He said eagerly, the fog starting to clear, puckering his lips once again, “Tastes so good!”

“Okay Jamesie,” You giggled, meeting his lips with yours, tasting the strawberry lip balm he seemed so fond of in his fragile state.

“What do you think (Y/N/N)?” He asked you as you used your finger this time to reapply the shimmery balm.

“You’re right baby, tastes very good,” You agreed to appease the boy in front of you.

You began to lift yourself from the mattress but you were tugged back down and into his chest. “No leaving, not again,” His discontent was evident in his voice as he nestled into your hair, inhaling to take in your scent.

“Gotta get us clothes,” You tried to explain, drawing shapes on his pec with your finger.

“Don’t need clothes,” He mumbled, “Wanna feel your skin anyway.”

You pulled your head away to look at his face, though he was talking his eyes were closed, he was beautiful with his hair a messy dark halo around his face and his pretty glossy lips, his lips parted as his breathing began to slow.

“You’ve come back to me baby?” You needed to make sure before you let him fall asleep.

“Uh huh,” You felt his chin bump against your head as he nodded his head, “M’back (Y/N).”

“Okay love,” Unable to stop yourself as you gazed up at his plump lips you ran the pad of your thumb along his bottom one before popping it into your mouth to suck on it, “Strawberries,” You murmured.

“Strawberries,” He agreed, wrapping his arms around you to pull your body as close to his as possible.

“You’re right love, tastes really good,” You snuggled closer to him, gripping one of his well defined biceps as you too felt sleep begin to overwhelm you.

“Told you.”

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watermelonlovershigh · 3 years

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A Day of Breastfeeding

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Today has been a busy day with you and your four month old daughter. She woke you up at the early hour of 5:00 am and you've been up ever since.

When she woke up at five, you crawled out of the warm bed you and Harry were sleeping in to go into her nursery. Her reason for awakening was hunger. Instead of feeding her in the nursery like you do most mornings, you carried her back into yours and Harrys bedroom so you could feed her in the comfort of your bed. You climbed back in bed with a hungry baby and laid her on your newly exposed chest. She latched instantly and you may or may not have dozed back off again due to exhaustion.

At 5:30 am Harrys alarm goes off, letting him know he needs to wake up to go to the studio for a few hours and record new music. He reached for his phone, shutting the alarm off, and turned around to glance at his beautiful wife. Beautiful wife who some how stayed asleep through the sounds of his alarm. What he wasn't expecting to see was his equally beautiful baby girl laying on top of your naked chest with your nipple exposed to the cold air of the room. Presumably due to your daughter having finished eating and your nipple falling out of her relaxed mouth. Harry sleepily smiled to himself. How did he get so lucky he thinks internally.

Harry knew he needed to get ready to be at the studio but he just couldn't help himself. He got up and quietly walked around the bed to pick up your sleeping daughter from your chest. Your eyes shot open at the loss of contact with her but Harry was quick to whisper, "Shhh my love. I'm just going to take her to her nursery and let you get some comfortable sleep. Then I'm leaving for the studio. If you need me, call me. I'll come right home. Love you." He bent down to place a kiss your lips and you give him a thankful smile. Right before he let the room, he covered your exposed chest with the blanket so you don't get cold.

Harry decided to burp your daughter on the walk to her nursery knowing she hadn't burped yet. She let out a soft little burp from her tiny mouth on her daddy's shoulder and Harry kissed her soft head in appreciation. He noticed her diaper was dirtied, so being the father he is, Harry changed her poopy diaper and cradled her back to sleep. He placed her back in her crib and gave her one more good bye kiss on his way out. Then Harry got dressed and left for the studio.

Your daughter let you sleep until 7:00 am when she got hungry again. You got up to feed her and decided to just stay awake and start your day. After you fed your daughter and changed her soiled diaper, you went down the stairs to make you something to eat. While you ate your yogurt and berries, the four month old played in her playpen. Then you put her down for a midmorning nap so you could clean up a bit. Around 11:00 am, you breastfeed her again while you watched a bit of tv. She fell asleep shortly after and you called Harry to let him know you were doing fine and talked about dinner options.

Through-out the rest of your day, you pretty much alternated between breastfeeding your daughter, changing dirty diapers, putting her down for naps, and did house chores: dishes, vacuuming, laundry, and dusting. Around 5:00 pm, you felt super disgusting from all the sweating you did today. The only problem was you were home alone with your daughter and there was no one to watch her while you showered or bathed. Usually you'd wait until Harry came home but the sound of a relaxing bath sounded heavenly to your ears. So the only reasonable fix to your problem was to bring her in the tub with you.

Harry and yourself have allowed her to get in the tub with either of you before. Sometimes Harry will be taking a relaxing bath and you'll kill two birds with one stone and have your daughter get a bath with him. Being only four months old, its still expectable for her to bath with her daddy. Or sometimes while you're taking a bath and Harry is watching her, she starts to scream and cry, needing or wanting you, so Harry has no other choice other than to bring her in the bathroom and allow you to comfort her to your warm, wet body.

Now in current time, you're in the bathtub with your naked daughter laying on your bare chest, just relaxing and cooing gentle words into her ears. It feels super nice to have all this skin to skin contact with her, but you're just praying she doesn't pee or poop in the tub. Maybe you should have kept her diaper on.

At first she was calm and relaxed, just staring off into the distance, but now she is grabbing at your boob wanting to be fed again. You reach down and position your nipple to her mouth and she laches on quickly. Your nipples are painfully sore from all the feedings you give her through-out the day, everyday. Harry has told you that you should start pumping and give your nipples a break but you can't seem to do that. Even though its quite painful each time she sucks, it's one of the best feeling to have a baby feed from you directly. That may not make much since to just anyone but you're sure other mums will understand.

While off in your own little world, you don't hear Harry come in the house. He finished for the day at the studio and came home to be with his loving family. First he questions where you two are. He walked in the kitchen to find it empty. Then he walks up the stairs and to the nursery to find it empty. Lastly he walks into your shared bedroom and it's empty as well. He starts to get worried until he hears a soft voice coming from the bathroom in your bedroom. He carries his sock covered feet to the bathroom door and gently pulls it open to see a pretty sight. You breastfeeding your daughter.

"Now we're feeding in the tub, are we?" Harry softly speaks with a content smile. He startles you at first but then you force yourself to relax so you don't disturb your baby.

"I needed a bath and had no one to watch her. Then she got hungry for the millionth time today. I actually think my nipples are going to fall off." you reply back and though you sound like you are joking, Harry could hear pain in your voice when you talked about your nipples falling off. He hates you're in pain.

"I'm sorry my love." he sincerely speaks while kneeling beside the tub to run a gentle hand over the babies back. He has always been infatuated with watching her feed from you. Not in a inappropriate way because they are the same boobs he loves to see jiggle when having sex but in a way where he's in total awe.

Seconds later your daughter spits out your nipple, so you ask Harry, "Could you maybe burp her and get her dressed for bed please, so I can properly wash myself."

Harry responds immediately with, "Of course darling. Anything for you." He bends forward to peck your lips and stands to grab a towel to wrap her small body in. He returns with a towel dedicated just for babies. It's made with thin, soft material so it won't be too rough on their skin. Then with the towel over his shoulder, he bends down to pick up her wet, naked body and lays her directly on his towel covered shoulder. She whines from the cold air but he shushes her. "Shhh my little love. It's alright." he whispers to her while wrapping the towel around her frame and begins to pat her back so she can burp. Before he steps out of the bathroom, he turns to you and says, "I'll be in her nursery. Yell out if you need me for anything."

"Okay." you comment back. As you began to wash your hair and body, all you can think about is how great of a husband and father Harry is. He never puts up fights when it comes to taking care of his daughter. It doesn't matter if it's 3:00 in the morning or while he's working. He'll always come to her aid or your aid for that matter.

Harry successfully burps her and lays her down on her changing table in the nursery. Before any accidents occur, he puts a clean diaper on her bum and finds some clean pjs to keep her body warm. "Alright. All done sweetheart." he tells his baby with a kiss on the cheek. Harry carries her with him to the kitchen, her face burred in his neck. She's awake but the warm bath and feeding did make her sleepy.

In the kitchen, Harry tries to decide what is best for dinner. He decides on a veggie pizza to pop in the oven, knowing you should agree with that choice. Right as the pizza goes into the pre heated oven, you come walking down the stairs in a loose fitting shirt and pajama shorts. "Feeling better?" Harry questions you with a dimply smile while soothingly rubbing your daughters back.

"Much. Thank you for getting her ready for bed." you tell your husband.

"You don't need to thank me. It's my job as much as it is yours. She 'our' baby." he responds.

You take your daughter from his hold and walk into the living room to feed her one last time before you put her to sleep. Harry takes the cooked pizza out the oven and plates you and him a slice. Then he makes his way to the living room, deciding you both can eat in there tonight so you're more comfortable. You eat and breastfeed at the same time, doing mummy multitasking. When Harry finishes eating, he takes your now sleeping baby girl from your hold and carries her to the nursery. Like every time before he leaves her room, he makes sure to lay a soft kiss on her head. Once all that is done, he comes back to you in the living room.

"Please use the pump for tonight. Your boobs need to rest and also that way I can get up to feed her through-out the night and let you get some proper sleep." Harry says to you as you're cuddle each other on the couch.

"But I'm scared if she uses a bottle that she won't want me again. She may realize the bottle is better than my nipples." you mumble in his neck.

"That's silly. Of course she'll want your breast again. You're her mother. She very much enjoys the bonding time with you when you breastfeed her but she's getting to the age to where she needs to have other options. In a month, she'll be able to try baby food. She'll still need your milk but just introducing solids to her diet." Harry calmly speaks while rubbing over your back in a calmly manner.

After a lot of convincing on Harrys part, you decided to try and pump for the first time. So you both stand from the couch and head to your bedroom. Harry grabs the milk pumper from your closet and you get comfortable on the bed. You take your shirt off and pull the covers to your waist. Then he brings the machine over to you and sets everything up. He helps you attach the pieces to each of your nipples, being very gentle knowing how painful they are. Once they are suctioned properly, he turns the machine on and asks, "Are you alright by yourself if I go take a shower? I promise I won't be long." You nod your head and Harry grabs a pair of clean boxers, than makes his way to the bathroom and began his showering.

When Harry returns from his quick shower, the two bottles that collect your milk are near about full. He helps you remove the suction cups and disconnects the bottles from the pump to place them in the fridge for later tonight. As he returns, he see's you standing in front of the huge mirror in your bathroom, just staring at your boobs. Specifically your nipples. Your nipples even look painful he thinks to himself. He walks up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and caresses your ribcage with his fingers, looking straight ahead at your body in the mirror. "Go lay in bed and I'll put some cream on them." he whispers in your ear.

You follow his instructions and exit the bathroom to get in bed. Harry grabs some cream and returns to you. "I'll be gentle." he says in his tired voice, straddling your lap. He dips his ring less fingers in the soothing cream and bends down. Cradling the sides of your boobs with one hand, he uses his other to rub the nipple itself. His movements are slow and if it was under other circumstances, you swear you would have just gotten turned on by his actions. He looks to be in extreme concentration and you can't help but feel happy. For the second time today, you realize how great Harry is to you and your baby.

Once Harry has covered both your nipples in the cream, he helps you put a bra on that has leaking pads in them, to prevent the ointment from making a mess on the beds covers. Then he goes to wash his hands and comes back to crawl into bed and snuggle with you. "Love you y/n." Harry whispers quietly.

"I love you too babe. And I know you said not to thank you earlier, but thank you. I'm grateful to have you in my life." you blindly reach up to kiss his lips and then shove your face into his neck, smelling the manly scent of his body wash.

Through-out that night, anytime your four mouth old daughter woke up needing a feeding, Harry got up and warmed a bottle from the fridge and sat in the rocker located in the corner of her nursery each time. She would curl up on his tattooed chest, sleepily drink the bottle, and he would rock back and forth, lightly singing to her in a sleep ridden voice. Then he burped her after each feeding and put her back to sleep comfortably in her crib. That night, you got the most uninterrupted sleep you've gotten since before she was born and its all thanks to your wonderful husband and baby daddy, Harry.

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Are you Angel?

Harry gets hurt while on the job and Y/N gets a phone call she was not prepared for.

Word count: 7413

A/N: hello friends, it's been a while :) this is a continuation to my story Trouble Follows. You don't have to read but it will give you an insight of how Y/N and Harry met. I am thrilled to share more of firefighter harry with you. I adore him and I hope you do as well.

please do let me know what you thought of the story and please reblog! <333

Warnings: angst, breakups, hospitals

A firefighter will always run into a burning building with not a hint of hesitation. All their focus is on saving the people stuck inside.

Running towards trouble is second nature to them.

She knew that.

She also knew what it meant to date a firefighter.

The unreliable hours, the non-frequent communication, the many failed dinner dates. The twenty-four hours shifts when he would then arrive home to just sleep.

Harry had begun to give her a constant comfort that he would eventually come home and climb into bed behind her. He would then gently nuzzle his face in her neck, taking in her sweet honey scent. In contrast, she took in the woody ashy smell that seems to be permanently stained on him.

So trust her when she said she knew what she was in for when Harry asked her to be his girlfriend.

Four months in, she knew she would be here for a long time, maybe forever, if life would allow it.

She was sure; she knew what to expect.

But she didn't, not until she got the call.

The call that would shatter her heart.

The call that would lead her to be sitting in this uncomfortable, ugly brown hospital chair, holding tightly onto his ashy hand. As she prayed on and on to a God, she no longer held close but wished for Harry they were real and would bring Harry back to her.

Y/N prayed for Harry to finally open his eyes and give her a reassuring smile that he would be okay.

That they would be okay.

Until then, she'll wait.

Harry being Lieutenant allowed him to have a consistent schedule. That did not mean there weren't days where he had to pull a double shift or stay back to finish paperwork; he let it pile up.

The one day that was Y/N's was Sunday.

She got him an entire day to lay in bed together and eat all the baked goods she baked for him to try. It was becoming their day. Everyone at the station knew Harry could not be disturbed on Sundays unless it was the end of the world, and even then, they'd have to pry him away from Y/N.

He feels safe in her arms. Harry had never felt that before. Sure, he was surrounded by his firehouse family, but he had never felt so loved in two arms as if she could take all his problems and stresses away. Still, she did exactly that when she would flash him her gorgeous smile and hold her arms open for him to fall into at the end of every day.

Harry knows he's never felt this way, and he won't ever take it for granted.

This Sunday will be different, and she feels it as soon as she wakes up because, in her queen-sized bed, she's alone. No arms wrapped around her waist; no head tucked into her necks as he places soft open kisses to wake her from her sleep gently.

Already, she knows this is going to be a bad day. She feels it in her bones. Having been around trouble for so long, she knows the difference between good and bad. The feelings she has made her want to find Harry and pull him back into bed where she can keep him safe.

Y/N gets out of bed, throwing the warm sheets off her body going to the bathroom to do her morning skin routine, wanting to feel refreshed for when Harry breaks the news; he's going to leave her alone on their day. She knows him well enough; he's cooking her breakfast to make up for leaving her so early in the morning.

She walks out of her bathroom, going straight to her closet and taking out the first sweater she saw. It's a baby blue color and stitched on the left side on top of her heart is: "love me please?" It's Harry's favorite sweater of hers because it's an oversized sweater that fits him well. The only reason she has it back is that he wanted her to wash it and wear it until it got her smell again. Y/N kissed him silly when he told her that, plus she loves that it smells like him now.

Y/N takes one look at her unmade bed and walks away, knowing she's going to crawl back in after Harry leaves her. She walks out and, from the hallway, can hear Harry humming away. If she's honest, she doesn't recognize the song. As she has come to learn, Harry has an interesting taste in music; he has basically heard every song ever to exist. It's a reason they are so good at Four Clovers Thursday Trivia night. She dominates pop culture and films, and Harry takes on music. She's also better at history than him. Their friends love trivia night because their winning always gets them free drinks. It's something she looks forward to each week.

"Morning, H," Y/N says as she approaches him from behind and wraps her arms around his waist. Harry smiles, instantly feeling warm with her arms around him.

"Morning, firebug. Sleep well?"

She mumbles a no, causing Harry to laugh, and she feels it vibrate through her.

"Awe, upset I wasn't wrapped around you." He teases. "I'm making up to you by making breakfast."

She pulls away, spotting blackberries on the counter. "Sure, Jan."

Harry can hear the change in her tone and knows she's still goofing off with him but knows she's upset.

"Angel, come sit. Coffee is ready."

She shakes her head but makes her way over to the chair he pulled out for her. "No coffee. I'll be going back to bed soon." Y/N waits to see if he'll correct her, but he doesn't.

"I'm sorry." He begins.

"No apologies."

"Please let me. I'm leaving you on our day." He pouts.

"As much as I don't want you to go, I'm sure they need you more than I do."

Harry frowns, "I hope you'll never stop needing me." He whispers against her lips before closing the gap. Y/N hums against his soft lips allowing herself to get lost in the moment; she loves his kisses, soft and gentle just as he is despite what his sharp eyes might have one believe.

Harry pulls away after pressing one final kiss on her pouted lips. "I'm sorry I have to go to work, but I know for certain that I can meet you for a late lunch."

"Lunch?" She repeats, arms wrapped around his waist, hoping he was serious with his offer.

He hums. "Yes, 2:30, that bistro with that avocado dressing you like for your sandwich."

"It's a date." She grins, laying her head on his chest letting him hold her tight. He unwraps his arms, letting her go.

"I've got to get going, firebug, but I'll see you later."

"Stay safe, Styles." She tells him as she does every time he leaves.

"Try my best, angel."

With that, he slips his beat-up white Vans with lilac laces and walks out the door; it shuts it behind him. Just as Y/N steps towards it to lock up, it opens back up, startling her. Harry steps back in, and before she can question him, he places both faces on the side of her face and kisses her breathless. Y/N is quick to react, allowing their lips to move in perfect harmony, not as smooth but perfect, nonetheless.

"I--" Harry begins before he clears his throat. "I'll miss you, angel."

Y/N feels the heat rush to her cheeks because, for a moment, she thought he'd say another three words. "And I'll miss you, H. Now get out of here; I don't need you showing up late to our lunch date."

Harry smiles, dimples on full display, hugging her before walking out a skip in his step. She peaks her head out, making sure he gets in the car safely before he drives off. He sits there for a moment, and she knows he is letting his Bluetooth connect as he waits for his drive-to-work playlist titled "it's time" to start playing. He takes a look at his mirrors before backing out and driving. That's when Y/N closes and locks the door.

Time to go back to bed for a few more hours; what else is there to do on a Sunday when she's left alone.

Harry genuinely did not want to go to work today, but it's not like he could say no to his Chief. His Chief was never one to call in favor unless it was an emergency. He didn't ask, knowing he'd get the full story Monday, but for now, he gets on his pants, t-shirt, and boots and hopes there are no fires today.

The only thing is that Harry isn't used to working with the B-shift, sure he knows everyone's name and a little of their lives, but they aren't his usual team. He shakes that off because he knows he would do anything to help a team member and knows they would do the same in return.

Harry is lost in thought, wondering what Y/N was going to do today. He knows she planned to take him to a butterfly pavilion today even told him the outfit she had planned out for it. A pair of jeans that had flowers embroidered all over something she added, saying she thought they looked a bit plain, pairing it with a pastel pink top. Harry was surprised with her style after meeting her various times in different outfits. He was surprised at how soft she dressed in pastels. She may have a bold personality, but her fashion was delicate and warm. It was a nice balance.

He nearly runs into Carols as he made his way to his office, too busy thinking of the girl he left at home. "Sorry, bud."

"No problem, Harry. Surprised to see you here," Carols tells him, everyone knowing Sunday was Harry's day off.

"Chief had something come up and asked me to come in. I should be out of here by eight tonight if we're lucky."

Carlos smiles, "with you around, we usually are."

Harry chuckles, telling him he'll be in his office if he needs anything. He looks around his desk and sighs at how much has piled up already.

Might as well get ahead.

It's a few hours when Harry realizes the house is quiet. He peaks around the window and figures they are all in the common room. It's only one, and thankfully there have been no calls, and if it continues, then he will make it to lunch with his angel.

He shoots her a text.

Angel

13:24 PM

I miss you. Counting down the minutes until I get to see you xxx

Harry clicks send and smiles down at his phone. 2:30 couldn't come fast enough.

As he gets up to stretch and go for a snack in the kitchen, he takes a deep breath because as confident as he may seem, he isn't around the second shift. They don't know him so well, and Harry ultimately is shy. He may be able to hide it, but he has small quicks that others pick up on. Something he knows Y/N spotted quickly, like when he toes his foot into the ground or when he begins to chip at his nails, and Y/N's favorite is when he moves his hands behind his back and sways side to side. She finds it endearing, but others might not think it's leadership material.

He walks into the lounge to cross to the kitchen when a few heads turn to him, but before they can say a word, the alarm rings, and Harry is literally saved by the bell.

Not a second to waste, everyone heads over to the rig and quickly suits up. Harry is Lieutenant meaning he's in charge of the scene today, seeing as their captain and Chief aren't here today. Harry respects all the firefighters and knows this will go well if everyone carries out their job.

It's a factory fire, and as soon as they arrive, Harry can see it's burning fast. He's not sure how many people are there, but he calls in for reinforcements knowing they will need all the manpower they can get.

"This is House 102; please send more units available. The factory fire is burning at a faster rate than we can control. My team is going in now. There are five people unaccounted for; the left side of the building is clear." Harry speaks into his two-way radio.

"Carlos," the young firefighter jogs over, eyes on Harry, no longer staring at the roaring fire. "You're going in with Baz. Stay close and don't go up the second floor; you need to be quick in and out."

"Who's going with you, Lieutenant?" Carlos asks, clearly worried.

"Jameson and Rey are coming with me; stay safe, and if anything happens, just radio in."

"You got it!" Harry pats his shoulder and walks off towards the two waiting men.

Harry knows the men well, he trained them when they came into the house, but they preferred B-shift instead of being with him. One spot was available, and he knew they didn't want to be separated. Rey and Jameson have been dating for two years, but that's a secret only very few know. It's not prohibited, but if it gets more serious, one will have to relocate to a new station. They simply aren't ready for that, and indeed Harry would be sad not to have them around the house or hearing their stories. It just adds a more considerable risk because, at the end of the day, the job is first.

Rey walks towards the entrance with Harry following right behind. Jameson, a few feet back, calling out for anyone in there that needs help.

"Fire department, call out." Echoes out as much as it can as the fire begins to roar louder.

The heat gets worse the further they walk in; they turn right at the edge of a desk labeled "Torres."

"H, there!" Rey shouts, rushing over to a man knocked unconscious and had heavy storage struck over his legs, pinning him down. Harry and Jameson run over, assessing the man before making any sudden moves.

Jameson finds a pulse, weak but there. He gets the extra mask over the man's face hoping it'll wake him up soon.

"On the count of three, we lift," Harry tells the two men standing to a stand as the others do the same.

They nod. "One, two, three." They grunt in unison, pushing the container to a standing position. Harry looks over the man's legs and is thankful there is no blood, but there will be swelling and bruises. "Right, Rey, take him out. We'll keep searching."

Rey nods, lifting the man over his shoulder as he was trained to do, and rushes out of the burning building. Harry and Jameson have just learned a new area when the radio comes on. "Lieutenant Styles, it's Carlos. We found two men; only one remains unaccounted for."

Harry nods. "Got it, no one comes back in. We'll be out soon."

He now leads the way, making his way towards a stairway. There's no fire here, but it's moving faster, and smoke is thick. Whoever is in here might not last much longer without oxygen.

"Fire department, call out," Harry shouts, voice firm.

"Here.." a whisper is heard, both Harry and Jameson freeze. Once more, "here" is yelled but sounds muffled.

Harry looks around, not seeing anything but fire, and fears the structure will collapse soon. Just as he was about to yell again, he sees a can knocked, and a man hidden under a black rag is seen. Jameson rushes over, helping the man sit up. He's older, well into his sixties. He doesn't look too well; he has a few scapes.

"Right, we need to head out," Jameson tells Harry, helping the man stand up who is fighting consciousness.

"This is Lieutenant Styles; on our way out found the last man. Have paramedics on standby."

"Got it, Styles. Get out quick."

Jameson and Harry get the man up and head to exit. Harry can see the light of day and knows he will be late for lunch, but thankful Y/N is understanding and very forgiving. He'll make it up to her by buying dessert.

Just as they almost reach the door, a piece of dry wood comes falling down, separating Harry and Jameson; luckily, it did not hit them, but now Harry has to find a new way out. It's not looking good.

"Harry," Jameson looks panicked, but Harry stays calm.

"Get him out, now," Harry tells him, looking in every direction for what to do.

"No, I won't-" Harry cuts him off.

"Jameson, get this man out. He needs medical attention. That's an order." Voice full of authority with no room to argue.

Jameson nods and heads out. "I'm coming back for you."

Harry chuckles. He sees a small path, but it'd be a more extended way out. He debates what to do. He could wait, but the longer he stays, the quicker this building is beginning to collapse.

It takes him two seconds to decide to go right and find a new route out instead of staying put. He walks and only gets hotter as the fire begins to surround him. He's good at not panicking, always thinks better under pressure, but this is getting intense. Harry climbs over a crate and bends low to go through this tight space. He sees the exit, it's still a bit away, but he knows he is in the clear.

That's when he hears a big explosion knocking him forward. His oxygen masks flys off, landing a few feet away. As Harry reaches his hand out to get it, he's pulled back. He looks behind and sees he's stuck. There are crates stacked on top of him. The air is thick of smoke, and with no oxygen, it seems like the fire will soon enough engulf him.

Shit.

He's really in trouble now.

Harry presses his radio, holding it, hoping it's still working. "This is Harry," He coughs. "I'm trapped under a few crates. I can't reach my ask. I'm west of the building."

"Harry, hold on. We're going in." Harry hears Jameson reply, but he's fading quickly.

He shakes his head. "Can't go to sleep, but this smoke is too thick to actually see anything, let alone for his team to find him.

"Tell…" He coughs again, and this time doesn't stop for what feels like five minutes but is only a few seconds. "Tell angel, I'm sorry."

A voice comes over the speaker, but Harry's eyelids are fluttering shut, the weight of the crates is too much, and the smoke only gets deeper in his lungs if he keeps speaking.

Harry welcomes the darkness as he sees the one person he was supposed to meet for lunch. She's holding an outstretched hand for him to take and who is he to ever say no to her.

Real or not, he goes to her, and soon enough, he falls unconscious, not feeling when his team lifts him out and puts him in the back of an ambulance.

Y/N decided to show up a bit earlier for their lunch date, putting in their order early, wanting to maximize all their time together. She wouldn't see him until late that night, and honestly, she wasn't a fan of being separated on her favorite day of the week.

She sits on a bench right outside, both sandwiches wrapped tucked away in a brown paper bag and a lemonade sitting next to her untouched. It was his favorite, too sweet in her opinion. Still, Harry loved it, especially since he wasn't one to indulge in sweets unless they were hers.

Knowing Harry could be running late, she pulls out a book from her orange tote bag that Harry gifted to her. The book was Beach Read, Frankie recommended it to her then gave her the book saying she needed to read more romance books and not just poetry and nonfiction books. She actually enjoyed it, which surprised her, but even if she didn't, she's too invested to not find out the ending.

She was just starting chapter five when she feels too much time has passed and glances down at her phone.

2:55

25 minutes late isn't bad or unusual even; she decides to put the book away and keep an eye out for him. Usually, when he keeps her waiting, he makes up for it with a long kiss that never fails to take her breath away; she's excited about it now.

Time seems to go slower when she just sits waiting. She debates beginning to eat her sandwich when her stomach starts to growl. It's low, but she would feel bad if she began to eat, and that's when he shows up. She settles for waiting and instead takes a drink of the sweet lemonade.

As Y/N sits waiting for Harry, her phone begins to ring and displays an unknown number but the city's area code. Every bone in her body tells her to prepare for the worst but hopes she's paranoid.

She takes a deep breath before answering and bringing the phone up to her ear.

"Hello, are you angel?" A deep voice man asks.

"It's Y/N. Actually, can I ask who's calling?" She's holding her breath; only one person calls her angel.

"I'm calling on behalf of Lieutenant Harry Styles. Harry has been in an accident and was taken to the hospital. He asked us to call an angel on his way to the hospital. We assumed you were one of his emergency contacts."

Y/N feels her hands begin to shake. "What hospital?"

The man on the phone rattles the information, and she lets it all sink in. He hangs up, and she sits there waiting on the bench for her date that will not be showing up.

Her phone rings again, she answers without looking at the caller.

"Y/N," she recognized the voice; it's Mitch, and if he's calling, then it must be true.

"Mitch," she whispers, not recognizing her own voice. It's shaky, tears beginning to well up.

"Where are you?"

"At the bistro a street down from the station." She replies, hoping he's coming for her.

"I'm close; we'll pick you up and go see him, darling." She nods but remembers he can't see her.

Y/N isn't sure why she's not crying. She feels the tears, but it's like they are stuck; her heart hurts, and she knows that says enough. "We were supposed to meet for lunch. I got worried when he didn't show up, but I didn't think--" he interrupts her.

"Harry is going to be fine, trust me. He's okay, and he needs us there."

Y/N doesn't reply because she sees him pulling in. Mitch is in the passenger seat, Sarah is driving. She doesn't say a word as she swings open the door and settles in the back.

She sets her hands in her lap; she can feel herself trembling. She can feel herself breaking because she won't know if he's okay until she sees him. Mitch can say he's fine, but she needs to see for herself.

Sarah and Mitch share a concerned look; Y/N doesn't notice her eyes looking out the window.

"Y/N?" Mitch begins, voice full of concern. "Do you- are you okay to go see him?"

"Of course." She replies quickly. "He needs me; well, I hope he does."

"Course he needs you. Needs his angel by his side." Sarah tells her calmly, wanting to see her smile, but it doesn't work because only Harry should be calling her that. She shouldn't be on her way to see him in a hospital bed. She should have seen him next to her on that bench as he ate his sandwich and gave her kiss and kiss as she told him stories.

They are silent the rest of the way. Sarah pulls into an empty parking space, and she rushes after Mitch, who seems to know exactly where Harry is as he rushes past the front desk. The only thing that slows them down is waiting for the elevator; she gladly would have taken the stairs if Mitch didn't tell her that he's on the sixth floor. Instead, she waits impatiently for the old elevator that will take her to see her love.

He is going to be okay. He has to be okay. Y/N keeps those thoughts running through her head as Mitch and Sarah guide her to room 613.

Mitch walks in first, holding the door open, Sarah places a comforting hand on her back, and Y/N feels supported and loved, but nothing prepares her for what she is about to walk into.

The constant beep of Harry's heart monitor is the only thing that can be heard in his private room. The beep is steady; it makes her let out a deep breath. The monitor already calming her down, she approaches slowly as if he'd wake if she'd walk any faster.

She sits in the uncomfortable chair next to his bed and pulls it as close as she can.

Y/N just stares at him, taking it all in. He looks like he's resting peacefully like he should originally have been when they started this day together. His curls are disheveled, his face dirty with smoke stains and a few gauzes wrapped around his arms. She can't see much else but knows he's got a road of recovery still ahead of him.

"Hi, Harry," she whispers, her hand slowly reaching under the white sheet to grab hold of his right hand. "I'm right here, okay. Take your time waking up; there's no rush. Just know that I'm not going anywhere."

She pauses, hoping for a reply even though she knows she won't get one. "We can also discuss how I'm sort of one of your emergency contacts."

Y/N presses her lips to his hand. "Need you to wake up, want to see those Rapunzal eyes." She sits back, not removing her hand from his. Sarah has not taken her eyes off of her, Sarah might feel like she might blow up soon, but being at his side, she has begun to feel better.

"Harry, we're here for you. The whole team is outside in the lobby, probably why they sent us to the floor with the biggest waiting area. Even young Carlos is out there, saying you gave them a scare but really hopes you never pick up another B-shift again." Mitch sniffles before stepping out of the room. Sarah walks over to where he was standing.

"Hey Harold, it's trivia night in a few days, and kind of counting on you to get us those free drinks." Sarah chuckles. "It's been a while since we've been in the hospital. I think it was when I made you all donate blood for that ambulance competition. Fun times, now you rest and get better. The good thing is you have the best nurse looking out for you." Sarah glances at Y/N, sending her a small smile.

Y/N sits back in her chair as Sarah sits in one by the window. She knows she's in for a long afternoon and an even longer night.

Harry's head is throbbing.

He's not sure why. The last he remembers is leaving Y/N's house to go for his shift at the station.

They were meeting for lunch; he's sure she wouldn't let him drink any alcohol on the job.

Harry slowly opens his eyes and is blinded by the bright light. He sees a photo of the sunset right in front of him, and a tv hung up; if he's not mistaken, he's in a hospital room, primarily due to being in an uncomfortable bed. The oxygen mask over his face is also a dead giveaway he was in an accident.

He looks around, and he sees he is not alone. His angel is sleeping, a tight grip on his right hand; she looks exhausted. Mitch walks in just as Harry was about to wake her. Y/N mumbles and sits up, pulling her hand away from his to rub the sleep away. Harry wants to tell her to stop knowing how much it actually irritates her eyes, especially when she tubs a little harsher than usual.

"Were you able to find tea, Mitch?" Y/N asks, looking over at him.

"Sarah's bringing it over." Mitch's gaze never turns to her staying on Harry; this confuses Y/N and turns back around in her seat to look at a resting Harry but instead finds his eyes on her.

"Harry!" Y/N scoots forward, grasps his hand in hers. "You're awake. Mitch, the nurse, please."

Harry raises his free hand to take off the mask. He wants to speak, but this won't allow him. "No, love. Got to keep it on."

Harry's eyes close, then flutter open. He stares at Y/N, his eyes kind but defiant. He takes the mask off, coughing a bit; it makes Y/N feel nauseous, knowing he's not doing so well.

"I think you need to keep it on, Harry." She says, "the nurse needs to see it when she comes in soon."

"Hey, angel," he says in a raspy voice. It sounds like he's in pain when he talks.

"Yes?" She asks.

"I'm sorry for scaring you."

Y/N shrugs, "no big deal. I wasn't even scared."

Harry smiles, showering her his dimples since she last saw him this morning. He begins to laugh but stops when it causes him to cough. Y/N lets him settle down before bending down to gently kiss him.

"Now, let that hold you over, and put the mask pack on."

Harry nods. "Anything for you, my angel."

It's a half-hour before the doctor comes in, and by that time, Harry had fallen back asleep, only just waking up a few minutes before the man walked through the door. Mitch alerted everyone outside he was awake and doing good.

Dr. Vazquez walked white coat open, displaying a purple button-up and a bright yellow tie. It puts a smile on Y/N's face.

"Hello, Mr. Styles. Glad you're awake."

"Me too, Doc. Nice tie."

Dr. Vaquez smiles, looking down at himself, "Thank you, my wife picks out my tie every morning before she heads off to work."

"Lucky man," Harry tells him.

"That I am." Dr. Vazquez replies. "You've got a mild concussion, nothing serious, but you are allowed to sleep while you're here. We've got a good team looking out for you. You've got a few burns, but those will heal nicely if properly cared for. A few deep bruises on your leg and one on your rib cage, no blood clots. It will hurt to walk for a few days."

"Nothing too bad, then," Harry sighs, relaxing in bed.

"I've looked at your charts, and it looks like you will be making a full recovery and should be back on the job in three or four weeks. In the meantime, you will need to stay overnight and keep taking in oxygen. I see the nurse changed your mask. Please don't remove this one." Harry nods. "Any questions?"

Harry shakes his head no, "Not at the moment."

"Alright, I'll be off then. I'll come to see you tomorrow midday, and we'll talk about going home. I hear you have a waiting room full of people dying to see; just be aware that visiting hours end at nine, but if you're kind to Nurse Lucy, she'll be lenient to ten."

"Thank you, Dr. Vazquez." Mitch and Y/N say in unison as the man exits the room.

"That's the quietest I've ever seen you, firebug." Harry teases.

"You hush." She lightly pats his arm.

Mitch laughs, "going to go tell them you're allowed, visitors."

Y/N and Harry sit in silence. He can tell she has something on her mind, a slight frown on her face. He wonders if it's about him if she won't be able to handle dating someone who can be hurt by the job. Harry honestly does not want to lose her.

"I'm going to step out," Y/N tells him, looking down at their joined hands, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"Y/N," Harry sighs.

"You've got lots of people waiting to see you and roughly have an hour to see them all. I'll be close by." She leans down, presses a kiss to his cheek, and walks out before he can reach out to stop her.

She steps out while a few members of his team come in to see him offering her a smile as she passes them. As much as she didn't want to leave him, she needed a moment away, and he needed a moment with his family.

God, Y/N has never felt so scared, and now a minute alone, everything is beginning to set in. She has no idea where the restroom is, and the next thing she knows, she's running into someone, but it seems they recognize her because they say her name, and the next thing she knows, she's crying, sinking to the floor. She feels arms wrap around her.

Shushes in her ear, brushing the ends of her hair. It's calming, but she needs to let all the tears she's been holding in.

"Y/N," she can now recognize the voice as Sarah's, "I'm going to help you stand and sit you in the chair.

Y/N feels herself nod.

She begins taking deep breaths, never letting Sarah pull her hand away. It is the only thing keeping her grounded.

"I got her some water." Y/N hears Frankie whisper handing it to Sarah before taking the seat to the left of her.

"I'm okay," she repeats. "I'm okay."

"Y/N," Sarah begins.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, sweetie." Frankie brushes her hair back.

"I'm supposed to be strong; I have to be strong to do this to stand by his side," Y/N tells them, beginning to let her emotions out.

"No one is expecting you not to cry."

"Bu-" Sarah interrupts her.

"No. stop. Accidents happen, and so do injuries. It's okay to be scared and hurt."

"I want to be strong for him." She whispers.

"You are. You never left his side; you talked to him. You're crying now because you care."

She wipes her eyes with her sweater sleeves. "I love him, and I was so scared that when I got the call, I'd never get to tell Harry."

"Then you tell him as soon as you walk back into his room."

"Thank you."

"Nothing to thank, I care about you, and I know Harry would be grateful to know you're not alone. You've always got us. Now let's grab something to eat, and we'll come back in an hour once all of them go home."

She chuckles. "Alright."

"Text me where you're sitting. I'll pop in to see Harry, then meet you."

"You don't have to," Y/N tells Frankie because she knows she is just as concerned about her friend.

"Are you kidding me? You're my friend first, always."

Sarah and Y/N walk down to the cafeteria. She knows she isn't okay but is feeling better, finally letting emotion out. It was only a matter of time before she let the dam break; she's just happy it was not in front of Harry.

The girls sit in the cafeteria munching on snacks for well over an hour. Mitch sends them a message letting them know all the crew has left and it's time to say goodbye for the night. Frankie wishes her goodnight downstairs with promises to come to see her tomorrow and bring her a change of clothes.

"Let's walk you back," Sarah tells her, linking their arms together.

"Do you think he'll know?" Sarah takes a good look at her and grimaces. "I'll just say I tripped, and it made me cry." Y/N jokes.

"I don't think he'll believe that."

"Yeah, me either." The girls walk out of the elevator as their laughter dies down.

They settle in silence as they make their way to his room, Sarah holding her hand leading the way. Mitch is in the chair she was in for so many hours before waiting for him to wake up. Mitch hears their footsteps and turns his head, but Harry is frowning, looking out the window at the dark sky.

Y/N doesn't know what to say, but one look at him has her heart filling up with relief; he's okay.

He's fine, and he gets to go home soon, and she gets to love him all she wants.

Harry turns his head as she steps forward. "Angel," he breathes out.

It makes her eyes well up with tears again. "I love you," she just lets it out, as if she's told Harry this every day as if she never went a moment not saying it.

"Oh my angel," Harry begins to cry, feeling overwhelmed and incredibly happy. His angel loves him, and although this isn't a perfect day, the moment is.

Mitch and Sarah sneak out quietly, shutting the door behind them to give them their privacy.

"I love you so much. Please come here." Harry replies, voice shaky.

In the next second, she's moving forward, pulling the chair as close as she can as he grabs her hands, squeezing them tightly. She leans down and presses her lips to his chapped pink lips. They move gently, pouring all their love and fears into the kiss. Telling each other that the worst is over and they are together, and they are fine. Y/N pulls back, knowing she can't kiss him as long as she'd like due to his sensitive lungs.

"Harry, I love you, and I was so scared I'd never get to say it."

"I'm sorry, angel; I never wanted you to get a call like this, at least not before talking about it."

"Me either," She sniffles, no longer able to control her tears, "but it happened, and I'm just happy you're okay."

"I'm okay," he repeats. She smiles, taking one of her hands out of his hold to wipe his tears away; Harry can't help but lean his head into her gentle touch. "I'm okay because my angel is always looking after me.

"Harry."

"It's true. I've never been luckier and safer since you came into my life." She smiles. "But there's something we have to talk about." He continues, and by the tone of his voice, it's going to be serious.

"Are you okay?"

"What? I'm fine. You're the one in a hospital bed." Her tone is defensive.

"There's something wrong. I can see it."

Y/n sighs, taking a deep breath. She takes her hand out of his hold.

Harry is quick to mask his hurt.

"I don't like that you're hurt. I hate that we aren't at home in the kitchen dancing around to your Sunday playlist as I bake you a new treat." She says in a rush.

"Hey, love, relax," he says and gestures for her to move in closer. She does so, allowing him to take hold of her hands with a firm grip this time.

"You're upset because I got hurt?" She nods in reply to his question. It's stupid because, of course, he's going to get hurt; it'd be naive to think he wouldn't in his job.

"It's part of the job." He says simply. It's something he wants her to accept and remember. She thinks back to a month into dating when he told her about his ex-girlfriend and how she couldn't handle the unknown of the job each day he left her. Y/N thought she'd be fine, but she loves him, and losing him would be something she could never recover from.

"I know. It's just not easy to see." Her voice was quiet and defeated.

"What do we do?" Harry asks, and Y/N freezes; she can feel her heart beating in her ears.

What do we do?

"What do you mean?" She can feel her hands begin to shake.

"This can happen again." He gestures to him in the hospital bed.

"I know." She says softly.

"Is this something you can handle or not?" He asks very direct. She knows this might not be the first time he's had the conversation, but she just told him she loved him, and he's questioning her. She's allowed to feel this way, but it doesn't mean she can't handle it.

"Y/N," he begins, "I'm incredibly happy with you. I see you and me together for a long time. You're it for me, but this job is my life."

"I know," she repeats. "I would never ask you to give up your job."

Harry stares at her; heartbreak passes through his eyes. "Are you asking me to give you up?

She shakes her and begs for the tears not to fall, but it's no use. She feels them falling and can't wipe them as Harry has a hold of her hands.

"Harry, I love you." He frowns as if fearing the worst. "I love you, and I'd rather love you every moment I have you than let you go now and never know what could have been."

"Oh, thank god." Harry lets out a deep breath. She giggles. "I'm sorry we couldn't have this conversation earlier; honestly, I feared if I brought it up, you could possibly break up with me, and I selfishly wanted to have you longer."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere, not if it's up to me. Seeing you laid up is hard but knowing I get to be there for you makes up for it. Also helps that I'm a nurse."

"That it does."

Y/n grins at Harry, leaning in to kiss him, short and sweet for now. Each kiss never fails to make her heart race, and due to Harry's heart monitor, she knows it does the same to him. They sit in silence, staring at each other as Harry traces small shapes against Y/N's cheeks, loving the feeling of her in his hand. Especially when she lets out a soft giggle when he hits a sensitive spot.

"Move in with me," Y/N blurts out after a while of silence.

It shocks Harry. "What?"

"Until you're better. That way, I can be your in-home nurse."

"Only until I'm better?" She nods. "So, you'll give me the boot after." Harry teases.

Y/N can feel her cheeks warming up but pushes through, "Only if you're a bad patient."

Harry smiles, dimples on full display for her, always for her. "Okay, I can be good and naughty only when you ask."

"Harry!" She gasps.

He throws his head back, laughing.

"God, I'm so lucky to love you." His words warm her heart, and she promises to tell him every day from now on.

"Now get up here and cuddle me. I got Mitch to cue up Netflix."

"Are you sure?" She stands slipping her shoes off, knowing he won't be taking no for an answer.

"Going to deprive an injured man of what he wants most?"

"Guess not."

"Good."

Y/N crawls on and lays on his side, carefully resting her head on his chest. Harry presses kiss after kiss for his comfort, knowing he will be okay and has his favorite person by his side. She chooses Legally Blonde knowing it's Harry's comfort movie as much as he tries to deny it.

For an unusual start to their Sunday, it ends right; together in bed, a hospital bed but nonetheless a bed, together arms wrapped tight around each other.

Y/N might not have liked that Harry got hurt, but he's okay, and he will recover.

That's all she could ever ask for.

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slow dancing in the night

→ Pairing. Taehyung x reader

→ Genre. established relationship, fluff, slice of life, model!taehyung, model!reader, taehyung missed you a lot, he is starving (his words not mine), gets a bit hot by the last 40 lines, mentions of oral (f) so I guess this counts as mature content, implied smut, making out (kinda), there is a bit of swearing

→ Summary. what could possibly be better than coming home after a long day of work to someone you love and missed a lot ?

→ Word count. 3.2k (!!!)

→ because I wrote this over a year ago when I still didn't know what I was doing with my writing, I had to go through a deep process of editing and re-writing before posting it. This might not be my best work but it's still a fic that I really really like :,)

→ song rec. slow dancing in the dark, Joji// still with you, Jungkook

Fridays have always been exhausting days for both you and your boyfriend, especially on runways weeks. As models, you were put under a lot of pressure.

Pressure to be perfect, to smile but never smile too much, to look good, to not fall on stage.

Falling has to be the most tragic thing that can happen to your carreer as a model, the hungry stares of thousands of photographers and reporters ready to share the latest news to the press.

Yeah, it was exhausting.

This week was no exception... or maybe it was since, this time, you were the only one working until late.

It’s four in the morning and you’re already on your way out - kind of running late, oBviOusLy - quietly wishing your boyfriend a good day.

He is not working today.

That lucky bastard.

He gets to enjoy his free day in bed, lazing around, while you work your ass off all day. He mumbles something that you assume is a sort of goodbye. He is still asleep.

You look at him one last time before leaving the room and smile. He looks so peaceful.

You still remember the day you met, by pure luck even though you both call that fate. That was 5 years ago, when you just debuted your career as a model and were not that comfortable around high heels.

Okay no. Let’s be real.

You hated wearing them because you couldn’t walk in heels higher than 5 cm.

It’s still a wonder how you managed to make it in the first place.

Were you wearing flat shoes for the audition ? Damn you really must’ve done an impression on the judges if they made you pass without the heels try-on.

Your first day at the agency was chaotic to say the least. Your manager made you walk around the building, to visit she said. She made you wear heels. HEELS. That devilish person.

But, thank to that, you got to meet Taehyung. Your eyes landed on him as you were visiting the lounge and couldn’t tear them away from his figure. The poor man had to witness you fall down because you weren’t watching your steps anymore.

I mean.

Who could blame you ??

That was Kim frEaking Taehyung

!!!

He even came to help you get back on your feet and asked if you were alright, kind of amused.

It’s not everyday you see someone falling down in here, let alone a newbie

Let’s be honest, you were so embarrassed.

First day of work and you’re already failing falling.

That night when you came home, you spent the night wearing heels and prayed really hard you’d never have to face him again. After all, the building was big enough and there were enough workers that you could avoid Taehyung easily

If only

The NeXt day, you were told that you had a couple shooting, with none other that Kim Taehyung.

GreaT

He would occasionally tease you about your fall and check on you to see if everything was alright. He watched you carefully as you were walking around with heels.

From up close he looked even more handsome.... :)

After this day, you started talking with Taehyung more and more. He introduced you to everyone around the agency. You met outside of work, got to know each other. You both became regally good friends but there was something lingering in the air, in the way you’d look at each other or stood so close to him after a couple glasses of wine that you could breathe his air.

So what was bound to happen happened and you went from friends a to lovers without really noticing it.

He was still your best friend...somehow

Eventually, you took things to the next level and moved in together... maybe a half and a year ago or so ? You’ve never been happier in your life

And, well, you’d actually be happier if you could spend the day with boyfriend instead of running around trying to find god knows which accessories you need for the rehearsal.

8 in the morning is noT a time to be doing cardio.

Especially while wearing heels

Become a model they said, it’ll be fun they said

“Y/n! Come here please I need you to try on this dress before you go!” Your personal stylist calls “I made sure to fix it yesterday so it’d be a perfect fit for the show”

You stop your tracks and go to her “make this quick i have to go get changed before 9 otherwise I’m screwed. Why did they even decide to do the rehearsals so early today ?” You sigh, frustrated, and put on the dress she’s handing you “thank you”

“Okayyy...it looks great. Gold looks amazing on you.” She smoothes the dress and gives an approving nod, visibly satisfied ; “You’ll look perfect for the Grand Finale. Oh god it’s already 8:30 you better go before Mr.Kim throws a fit because you’re late”

You both giggle ; “thank you for fixing the dress Naeun, see you later today. Well, probably tonight. Byeeee”

The rehearsal seems to never end. You’re squeezed in dozens of different outfits, gorgeous for sure but sO tight. Mr. Kim, the one who organised the runway, is such a perfectionist that you have to re-do some things multiple times before he’s satisfied. One time the lighting isn’t right, the other the models are walking too fast, not on beat and so on.

Everyone hates him for that but he always makes the best shows so you just follow.

After multiple tries, the rehearsal finally comes to an end. It’s already 4PM. You barely get time to breathe and go pee before you’re back into the ‘running-around-to-find-my-dress-and-fix-my-makeup-oh-god-i-gotta-be-on-stage’ crazy mess.

Walking on the runway feels amazing, running backstage is terrible.

It’s so hot and small back there you can hardly move around well.

It takes 2 hours for the whole fashion show to be over, one more for pictures outside the catwalk and chat with reporters. Since you’re kind of a famous model now, you get invited to the afterparty and spend few extra hours interacting with some celebrities that attended the show. Other models were invited and you’re happy to see familiar faces amongst them. Jimin, an old colleague and friend of yours, comes your way and compliments you. You chat with him for a while before deciding you’ve had enough for the day and leave the party. A few more people greet you on your way out.

A taxi takes you back to you company, where you left your stuff in the morning. You spend an extra thirty minutes getting rid of your heavy makeup and striping off that gorgeous but awfully tight golden dress you’ve been wearing ever since the end of the runway.

Now, you can FinaLLy go home. yassssss

It’s almost 12am when you leave the agency and climb into yet another taxi. The ride is quiet, background music playing over the car’s radio, and you take some time to look at what you were gifted for your performance : fancy makeup products, accessories, pieces of clothing-but not those from the runway, you sadly never get to keep those. Being kinda famous has its perks :,)

You then decide it’s time to warn Taehyung you’ll arrive soon and send him a few texts. As if he was waiting for them, he instantly replies saying he’ll be waiting for you and proceeds to spam you with heart emojis. Sometimes, it looks like this man just discovered what emojis were and is trying to use them as much as possible. What a child…

It’s way past midnight when you finally step into your duplex and the first thing you notice is that the place is way too quiet.

Maybe Tae went back to sleep, who knows, it’s super late after all…

You remove shoes and jacket and drop your bags in the entrance before going further and you call out quietly “anyone here? Tae, you sleeping?”

There is a faint glow from the tv on your right but the sound has been muted.

Weird…

“Taehyung ?" You call one last time

Suddenly, two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist and you’re pulled into someone’s chest. You gasp, almost scream, but soften up when you feel the warmth on your back

“Hi baby” a deep voice says in your ear, sending chills down your spine “I missed you”

You turn around and are very pleased to see a handsome face and a warm exposed chest your boyfriend smiling at you.

“Mhm, missed you too” You wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest, happy to hear his heartbeat. Taehyung places his head atop of yours and gently strokes your hair. You tighten your grasp around him and hum.

Few seconds later, he lifts your chin up and gently lays a kiss on your lips.

“How are you doing?” He asks, his right hand cupping your cheek. The warmth of it is comforting.

“Exhausted, but you know how it goes” You shrug and he smiles

“Not too tired for dinner ? I could cook something if you want”

“Mhm... let me just go shower and put something else on” You sadly let go of him

“Sure, go ahead” he whispers and you give him a kiss before regretfully tearing yourself away from him.

You walk up the stairs to your bedroom, where you find the bed undone. You smile, Taehyung never really liked making the bed and, very honestly, neither did you. You slump onto the mattress and bury your face into the pillows, inhaling his scent. Lavender. Relaxing. Just like he is.

After a warm shower, you find a t-shirt Taehyung left on a chair in the room and wear it. It’s big enough to reach your thighs and, if you were more energised, you’d probably stay like this. You grab large pants and put them on.

Once again, you smell lavender all around you.

When you’re back in the living area, you see Taehyung busying himself in the kitchen. He hears your steps and his eyes find yours as a smile appears on his face when he notices that you’re wearing his shirt

“My shirt looks better on you than it’d ever do on me” He teases, his gaze longing on your frame.

“maybe I should keep it then” you smile and ask ; ”Do you need any help?”

“no no no no no, you’ve worked enough already. Go and have some rest. I'll call you when everything’s ready okay?”

Too tired to argue on this anyways -and thankful for the given rest-, you go lay down on the couch, your body oriented to let you look at Taehyung.

As he hums and moves to the chill music that was playing in the background, you start to detail his beautiful figure. From the curl of his dark hair (which you knoW are so so soft to the touch) to his beautiful profile and his nose you love so much down to his broad shoulder and then his tanned abs you see from time to time when the opened shirt of his pyjama moves according to his steps.

oH! Let’s not forget his perfect hands gripping at the pan’s handle while he cooks… vegetables? Something like that yeah.

Taehyung is giving his best into what he’s cooking. Vegetables with rice, that’s the only thing he could do quickly.

Quickly as in less than half an hour, unlike his friend Namjoon who’d take this time just to cook the rice.

The music he put earlier is slowly starting to bore him. After washing his hands, he reaches out for his phone and plays a different playlist. It’s one you name yourself when the two of you were still friends (aka not dating yet). “Taetae fm” because you once joked he should have his own broadcasting channel on the radio. He’d always criticise the music playing so why not have his own channel 👀

“You know Y/n, I actually watched the fashion show live this afternoon. I mean, of course you know because I always do that haha. Anyways, you really were the highlight of the runway tonight. And I’m not saying this in a biased point of view. Okay I might be a bit biased as your boyfriend but I swear that it’s true!! You literally shone back there, especially in that gold dress you were wearing and even the audience was impressed by your looks maybe you didn’t see it on stage but some cameras filmed their reactions and everyone was looking at you. Really, you were so gorge-oh” Taehyung looks at you and smile fondly “Of course you’re asleep, baby”

He lets his phone aside and checks the now cooked food before making his way to the couch. There’s a blanket on the sofa, he covers you with it, scared you might get cold. Taehyung put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your chin.

You slowly open your eyes and find yourself face to face with him. You both smile.

“Hi there beautiful” He whispers

“what time is it? Did I sleep until the morning?” You’re scared of having slept through the entire nap without realising

“almost 1:20am, I just finished cooking. I thought you might be cold so I went to cover you with the blanket. You should go enjoy the food while it’s still hot, imma go to the toilet”

You nod as an answer and watch him leave upstairs. Getting up from the warmth of the couch is the hardest part so you keep the soft blanket draped around your shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. You grab two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks that you place on the counter along with glasses and a bottle of water.

You then go take care of the rice and the vegetables, which you mix in the pan. The song playing changes and your favourite nighttime tune starts.

“I don’t want a friend, I want my life in two” you sing along

“Waiting to get there, waiting for you” Taehyung’s voice startles you as he grabs your wrists and pulls your back close to him. You smile as he makes the both of you dance slowly. You put his arms around you so it’s like he’s hugging you from the back. You swing around for a little while, enjoying the close proximity as you both softly hum the song, making your body vibrate against each other, moving in perfect coordination.

“I love you” he whispers in your ear and then kisses it, sending chills down your spine, before lifting one of your arm up to make you turn so that you’re now facing him “did my baby sleep well?” You nod as you place your arms around his waist, paying attention to go under the shirt so you’re touching as much skin as possible.

Taehyung chuckles before asking you in that same, chill-sending, low deep voice ; “Still hungry? Because I’m starving”

If you didn’t just wake up, you would’ve definitely caught that lust in his eyes and also the fact that this wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.

As an answer, your stomach growls pretty loudly, making Taehyung laugh . “I’ll take that as a yes. Sit down, princess. Let me take care of you”

You do as he says, jumping on a stool, detailing all of his moves. You only realise how hungry you actually were when you start eating. Rice with vegetables has never tastes better. You eat everything in less than 5 minutes when you’d usually take your time to finish your plate.

“Damn, that was a well needed dinner! Thank you Tae” you mess a bit with his soft locks

“Imagine me who was waiting for you all evening!! I was hungry too” He pouts.

“Oh come on, I was working today. Cardio in heels isn’t the best way to wake up, let alone spend the whole day standing in tight clothes. When I think you has a day off… pfff. I saw the bed, I’m sure you stayed there all day, you lazyyyyyyyyy ass.”

He mumbles some gibberish and you giggle, knowing that you're right. He looks away, crossing his arms and obviously sulking. You leave your stool and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a few kisses on his cheek and neck

“- Don’t be such a babyy. You know I love you.

- You do?

- of course, you dummy” you bop his nose "Sooo, what do we have for desert?

- You. Uh I mean!! Yoghurt, fruits, cakes, fruits…anything” he clears his throat

“Great! What do you prefer?” You open the fridge

“ I’d very happily eat you out honestly but an apple sounds good”

“Oh sur- wait whaT!?” You snap your head to him, eyes wide open

what did he sayyyyyyyy?????

whaT am I even supposed to say noW oh my goddddd

You close the fridge’s door, suddenly not so yogurt-hungry.

There’s a sudden silence between the two of you, only disturbed by the music still playing in the background.

“Mhm? What is it?” He turns around to face you, asking so innocently “did I say something wrong ?”

This man knows what he is doing for sure. Has he ever been that straightforward before ?

Taehyung stands and closes the distance between your bodies, now towering over you.

He lowers himself slightly to speak in your ear “what is it baby? Mhm?” You feel his smile on your cheek when he lays a kiss on it “what happened to my all proud and fierce y/n who was so confident telling me I was being lazy all day, huh? Tell me” He lays another kiss on your temple

OkaY

now he’s being a tease

Great

1 A.M. fluffy and bare chested teaser Taehyung

gReAT

Anyhow, it’s a good turn on.

Really.good.freaking.turn.on

Being tired and turned on was definitely not a good mix for you. You could feel the heat rising in your body and hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Tae…”

He laughs gently seeing you silently begging for more, brushing your face with his lips, teasing another kiss.

“Tsk tsk, you gotta speak darling, I cannot guess”

You should calm down and go to sleep, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow you should definitely-

“Fuck-“ You sigh and grab his face, sealing your lips together while closing your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for that kiss to turn into a heated make out session.

You grab and pull some of his dark curls while his hands travels under his your shirt.

You break the kiss just a second to catch your breath.

“Have i ever told you you have the perfect body?” Taehyung asks

“Did I ever tell you how perfect you are??” You reply

He laughs, deep raspy laugh.

You’re too tired for this

And because you’re tired, you’re even more horny :D

Taehyung puts his hands behind your thighs and you jump, locking your legs around his waist, hands still in his hair, lips against his while carries you to the bedroom.

He leaves your lips to travel down your jaw and then collarbone. You throw your head back.

Taehyung gently lays you on the mattress of your king sized bed and makes it his personal mission to pleasure you tonight.

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