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imthebadguyyy · 3 years

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A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

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That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

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As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

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The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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rafael-silva · 3 years

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guide me back (I’m lost without your light): a tarlos fic

“All available units respond to a 10-50 at the intersection of Sixth and North Lamar Boulevard. Multiple vehicle pile up.” “Dispatch, this is 363-H-20 responding. ETA three minutes.”

When Carlos and Mitchell respond to the call, the last thing Carlos expects is to find TK in the middle of the wreck. He races against time to keep TK awake and stable until fire and medical arrive, while sending out prayer after prayer that his time with TK hasn’t been cut short. That they haven’t run out of time.

for bad things happen bingo: tarlos + bloodstained clothes

hurt tk strand, worried carlos reyes, established relationship, whump, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, kisses, blood, injury description, major character injury, angst with a happy ending

10.1k | on ao3

*****

“All available units respond to a 10-50 at the intersection of Sixth and North Lamar Boulevard. Multiple vehicle pile up.”

“Dispatch, this is 363-H-20 responding. ETA three minutes.”

The sun sits high in the sky as Carlos grips the steering wheel tightly while Mitchell releases her radio and flicks on the light bar and siren, blaring loudly as they head into the heart of downtown Austin.

It sounded serious, if all available units are being dispatched to the scene, meaning fire engines are being dispatched, too. Carlos fleetly wonders if the 126 will be called to the scene, but he knows he won’t be seeing TK since it’s the paramedic’s day off.

It’s difficult when one of them is working and the other is off; at least if they were both working, there are always chances of them meeting on calls, and if they were both off, well, those days were spent in utter happiness together, either spent in or out, it didn’t matter as long as they were spent together. They make it work, however, spending as much time together before one of them goes to work and then at night, cuddling on the couch or in bed, safe in each other’s arms after a long day.

Carlos hopes the accident isn’t as grave as he’s imagining but his gut is telling him otherwise. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, he realizes there’s a big possibility he might be late for the home dinner date he and TK had planned. TK had said he had a surprise for Carlos, and was clearly super excited about it. Carlos was looking forward to it and now…

Carlos’s gut is proven right when they round the corner and he catches sight of the crash from a few blocks away. Dread sets in his stomach the closer they get to the scene, other police cruisers pulling up at the same time.

He might need to tell TK that his shift may run long. He holds back at that, though, first wanting to get a full feel of how the rest of his shift will pan out.

Carlos parks and shares a concerned look with his partner before drawing in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. They hop out of the car and Carlos takes a quick survey of their surroundings, noticing that they had arrived at the scene before fire and medical.

Carlos starts moving towards where the accident is the worst, and well, it’s bad. Four cars seem to have harshly rear ended each other, the crushed metal an indication of how sudden and quick it had happened. He can’t really tell one car from the other, all of them mangled together in a way that tells Carlos there are definitely more than a few injuries sustained to the people who were in these cars.

He doesn’t have much time to draw any more conclusions because he’s frantically being flagged down by a man around his own age, who seems unharmed. Bystander, Carlos’s mind supplies.

Carlos jogs over as the man takes a few steps towards him and starts speaking.

“He’s stuck,” the man starts, leading Carlos to one of the cars, or what’s left of one, in the middle of the wreck. “The door on one side popped open from the force of the crash but the guy inside can’t move. And we didn’t want to move him. He’s on the opposite side of the backseat and he’s in rough shape, seems to be going in and out of consciousness.”

Carlos swallows and follows him, whoever this man is, Carlos is going to do everything he can to help him until fire and medical arrive.

“It’s good you didn’t move him, that might have caused more damage,” Carlos tells him, his legs moving quickly.

The closer he gets, the more Carlos is hit with a sense of familiarity towards the injured man. He frowns, his heart starting to race in his chest as he zeroes in on the figure slumped in the backseat.

And that side profile, Carlos can draw it with his eyes closed.

He freezes when the realization dawns on him. His legs stop moving, his feet nailed to the asphalt. It feels like his heart is about to leap out of his chest while his eyes go impossibly wide.

TK.

And no, no, no. It can’t be TK. He was just texting him less than twenty minutes ago. He’s worried his brain is playing a cruel trick on him, conjuring up this nightmare. Carlos shakes his head, earning himself a confused look from the man leading him, who has also stopped moving.

But Carlos doesn’t spare him a glance, his attention solely held by the man in the crushed car. And when said man weakly opens his eyes and they catch some light, Carlos knows beyond a doubt that this nightmare is in fact reality.

Those green eyes, even seeing them from the side and through an awkward angle, can only belong to the love of his life.

“No,” Carlos whispers as his heart plummets into his knees, his body heating up. “No, no,” he repeats and then his feet are finally moving again, and he’s running around another car, his eyes not leaving TK.

He briefly registers the man’s growing confusion but he just rushes past him, no time for explanation, the only thing mattering to him is getting to TK. Saving TK.

He only slows down when he’s right by TK’s side, with only the smashed door separating them. The window is shattered, the ground littered with broken pieces of glass that crunch underneath Carlos’s boots.

TK’s eyes have closed again, but Carlos can see his chest slowly rising and falling with each shallow breath he sucks in.

“TK?” Carlos speaks, the rest of the accident fading away. The movement around is in slow motion, sounds muted, the world narrowing to just him and TK. “TK, can you hear me?”

Carlos can’t even hear his own voice over the blood rushing in his ears, but by the way TK tilts his head an inch towards him, he heard him.

A beat. And then: “‘Los…”

Carlos lets out a breath he wasn’t fully aware he was holding, his shoulders sagging forward a little. “Hey, babe. I’m here, I’m here.”

Carlos runs his eyes over TK, and his heart breaks a little more at the bloody state the paramedic is in.

“I’m stuck,” TK wheezes. “Can’t move.”

“We’ll get you out, just hang on. Help is on the way,” Carlos replies, hoping his voice is steadier than it sounds to his own ears. He then turns his attention to the older man in the front seat. “Sir, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” the man nods. “I’m fine, nothing hurts too bad. The hit was harder from the back.”

Carlos’s fear increases at that piece of information. “You let me know if your pain changes,” he tells him before his attention is back on TK. “TK, can you tell me what hurts?”

“Head, chest…and side,” TK replies through gritted teeth, squeezing his eyes as a wave of pain shocks his nerves, running through his battered body. Everything feels like it’s on fire, every breath he tries to draw in hurts, and he’s tired, he’s so tired.

But he isn’t alone anymore, Carlos is here now. TK is aware that his odds aren’t good, based on his years of work experience, but he finds himself not panicking at that thought as much anymore. Because Carlos is right here. He would even go as far as saying he feels a little calm now, but what he can’t answer is whether that is due to shock or Carlos’s presence. TK decides to believe it’s courtesy of the latter. Because shock would be very bad.

He isn’t aware his eyes have drifted shut until the officer’s voice filters through, telling him to open them and TK manages to peel his eyelids open and faces Carlos’s worried gaze.

“Stay with me,” Carlos pleads, those brown eyes that TK loves so much filled to the brim with terror. “Don’t close your eyes, look at me. Focus on me.”

TK obliges. He loves looking at Carlos, loves running his hands over his face, his cheekbones, feeling Carlos smile against his touch. TK wants to reach out, to smooth out the worry engraved on Carlos’s forehead, in the creases that sit above his eyebrows, but he can’t move a muscle. He wants to reassure Carlos that he’s okay, but not only does he momentarily lose his voice, he also doesn’t know how true his statement would be. Because he’s now suddenly very much aware of the amount of blood running down his side, sticky and hot. The side glued to the crushed door.

He groans, feeling the panic start to rise again. Being stuck was already bad enough, but being stuck while also bleeding is far worse that TK doesn’t even want to think about it.

“Hey, hey,” Carlos’s voice returns. “Focus on me, it’s okay. I know it’s scary, but I’m right here.”

“Carlos,” TK cries out, a tear rolling down his cheek.

Carlos, very carefully, reaches his arm through the busted window, and with just as much caution, cups TK’s face and wipes the stray tear with the pad of his thumb. He’s aware of everything all at once, the way his hand shook as he moved it towards TK, how clammy TK’s skin feels, the beads of sweat rolling down his own neck and back.

“I’m right here.”

TK sniffs and nods as he leans into Carlos’s touch. It’s warm, and TK gravitates towards that warmth. The warmth that has become his home.

Carlos begins cataloging TK’s injuries: a cut near his temple that looks deep enough to need stitches, possible concussion, chest pain can be a result of the seatbelt tightening when the crash happened, but he can’t assess how badly TK’s side is hurt from his current position.

He doesn’t have much time to dwell on that, though, because TK is speaking a few moments later.

“My side…it’s bleeding…” TK murmurs once he’s gathered his voice, his mind suppling that he needs to tell Carlos. “I think it’s bad.”

The small amount of color remaining in Carlos’s face drains at TK’s words, his heart dropping further and it feels like he’s been drenched with a bucket of ice water. His mind freezes for a second before he’s shaking himself out of it. He needs to act, and quick.

“Can you reach it and apply pressure?” Carlos asks. “Easy though, slow movements.”

TK attempts to move his arm towards the injury but quickly grimaces and drops his arm.

“No,” TK’s voice shakes, the slight movement exhausting him further. “Hurts.”

“Shit,” Carlos’s own panic starts taking hold, evident in the way his hands start to shake again. They have to slow the bleeding if TK has any chance of making it out of this nightmare.

Then Carlos remembers that the other door is practically already ripped off the car. Making up his mind, he gives TK’s hand a squeeze and rushes to the other side of the car.

“Hang on, TK, I’m coming,” Carlos says as he quickly assesses the area where the door was once attached to the car.

It looks stable enough and the car isn’t tilted to either side or unbalanced, so Carlos carefully climbs in and pauses to see if his added weight caused any shift. Once there’s no evidence of that, he moves closer to TK, their thighs side by side.

Carlos reaches around TK with his left arm, eyes glued to his middle and surely enough, TK’s t-shirt is stained with blood. The officer has to swallow against his dry throat at the sight, there’s so much blood already and TK is looking paler by the second.

Carlos’s hand finds its target, and his fingers brush against the tip of the metal lodged into TK’s side. He feels sick to his stomach as he begins to apply as much pressure as he could without causing further damage or sinking the metal deeper into TK’s flesh.

TK whines at the pain jolting through his body, waking him up a little as he squeezing his eyes shut, more tears run freely down his face.

“I know, I know,” Carlos speaks, his tone apologetic.

TK’s eyes start to droop, the momentary adrenaline already wearing off and his head falls backwards against the headrest.

“No, no, TK,” Carlos eyes go wide, his voice strained. “Keep your eyes open, stay with me.”

“Carlos…” TK whispers.

“Right beside you, babe. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re his fiancé,” the older man’s voice reaches Carlos’s ears from the front seat.

Carlos turns to face him with a questioning look, his eyes drawing together at the statement.

“He was,” the driver pauses to breathe. “He was talking about you before the crash.”

Carlos sucks in a deep breath through his nose, nodding as his eyes begin to glisten with unshed tears. “Yeah,” he turns back to look at TK. “He’s the love of my life.”

TK is still clinging to consciousness and Carlos receives a small smile from him at his declaration.

“That’s it, baby. Stay with me,” Carlos pleads once more, closing his eyes and gently resting his forehead against TK’s uninjured temple, melting into him.

He keeps a steady hold on TK’s side, and senses TK weakly gravitating towards him even more, Carlos his lifeline. TK uses all his remaining energy to reach out into the small distance and latches his hand onto Carlos’s arm, wrapping his fingers there.

“I got you, Ty, I got you.”

A few moments later, the air around them fills with the roaring of sirens, getting closer and closer.

“Hear that, TK? Help is here,” Carlos says, instilling hope with every word.

He turns his head in the direction of the incoming fire trucks and ambulances, watching as red and blue color everything around. His eyes immediately find the bold 126 painted on the truck that comes to a halt on the edge of the crash site.

“Hey!” Carlos calls out for the young man who lead him here. “Direct them this way!” He nudges his head towards the team who are disembarking from the truck.

The man nods and starts running towards the firefighters.

“Hang on, TK, hang on,” Carlos whispers.

He looks back into the open and relaxes just a fraction when he spots Judd on the man’s heels, jogging towards him.

Carlos can pinpoint the moment Judd realizes who he’s moving towards, the firefighter’s eyebrow raising a little.

“Reyes?” Judd calls out before he’s reached the car.

“Judd, it’s TK,” Carlos wastes no time in responding.

Those three words have Judd’s eyes going wide, his speed picking up and he runs the remaining distance to the car, coming to a stop on the side TK’s jammed.

“He’s stuck and bleeding badly,” Carlos continues, looking past TK and at Judd through the broken window.

“Shit,” Judd mutters and then louder, in the direction of the rig: “Tommy! Nancy!”

Judd’s eyes roam over TK’s ashen face, the younger man’s eyes barely opened.

“Hey, brother,” Judd speaks, his voice carrying its natural strength but also soft and filled with concern. “You’re gonna be alright, just hang on.”

He gets a half-nod from TK in reply.

Tommy and Nancy approach the car, each of them clutching their equipment and medical bags, ready to get to work.

“It’s TK,” Judd tells them when they’re by his side. They both pause midair as they’re lowering the bags, their eyes going equally wide as they process Judd’s words.

Carlos can see the worry flash over their faces and they share a quick look of concern before they both switch back into paramedic mode. He knows what they’re thinking, that they have to be at the top of their game. TK is family, and he can feel their fear and pain, but they need to focus so they can save TK.

They both meet Carlos’s worried eyes before getting to work.

“Hey, TK,” Tommy gets closer to the crushed door, gloves on and clicks her pen light. Her voice is calm and gentle, her motherly tone helps even Carlos relax a little.

“Cap…” TK whispers.

“Follow the light, TK.”

She shines the pen into TK’s glassy eyes, his pupils responding to the light as they should, albeit a little weaker than she’d like.

“Talk to me, Carlos,” Tommy says while her attention is solely focused on TK. “Tell me everything.”

“He said his head, chest and side hurt, his side is bleeding badly. I have pressure on it and I can feel a piece of metal stuck in there,” he swallows, feeling the blood seeping through his fingers. “The bleeding slowed down a little but he’s already lost so much blood.”

Tommy nods, accepting the c-collar from Nancy and carefully placing it around TK’s neck to stabilize him.

Judd looks up when he hears the rest of the crew approaching, and after a brief glance with Carlos, Judd moves in their direction, seeking out Owen.

“Cap,” Judd shields Owen’s view of the wrecked car.

Owen frowns, but immediately sees through Judd’s worried eyes. “What is it?”

Judd takes a deep breath. He has always been a straightforward guy, he won’t start beating around the bush now. “It’s TK, he’s in that car.”

Carlos’s heart breaks even more at the gasp he hears from Owen, followed by rapid footsteps pounding the gravel as the captain rushes over.

He’s at the car from Carlos’s side and looking past his shoulder a few moments later, Owen’s eyes blown wide as they move from his son to his soon to be son-in-law.

“Carlos.”

“His side is bleeding,” Carlos tells Owen, more tears gathering in his eyes. “He couldn’t reach it to apply pressure and I had to do something.”

Owen nods, his eyes going back to TK, who’s barely moving. “It’s gonna be okay, son. You’re gonna be okay. We’re here.”

TK slowly opens his eyes the rest of the way and looks in Owen’s direction through his blurry vision. He tries to send a wordless message to his father and fiancé of I’m okay.

Owen gives him a smile, but it’s shakier than he intended.

“Here,” Tommy’s voice grabs their attention. She hands Carlos a large piece of gauze as Nancy moves to the front to check the driver.

Carlos begins to move, and TK instantly whimpers and tries to keep his already weak hold on the other man.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, TK,” Carlos is quick to reassure him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He maneuvers his free arm to take the piece of cotton and swiftly lifts his bloodied palm to cover TK’s wound with the gauze and returns the pressure there.

The team has gathered what was happening and crowd the car, Carlos is vaguely aware of Judd telling them they’ve got TK and they should go around the rest of the scene to help.

And then Judd is back, evaluating the situation and weighing their options.

“His breathing is getting worse,” Carlos announces with fright as TK’s hold on him starts to falter. “We need to get him out now.”

“The driver is doing okay, Cap,” Nancy chimes in. “Alert and his numbers are holding.”

Tommy nods. “We get TK out first. Carlos, is the metal connected to the door or is it separated?”

Carlos shakes his head. “Separated.”

“That’s good, makes busting the door open easier,” Judd nods.

“Judd, grab the—” Owen begins.

“Jaws, got them,” Judd finishes for Owen before running in the direction of their truck.

He returns less than a minute later, but it feels like forever for Carlos and Owen as they watch TK struggle to hold on.

“Come on, come on,” Owen whispers, his eyes not leaving his son’s battered form as Judd returns, pushes the piece of equipment into the mangled metal and starts to tear it apart.

Tommy and Nancy get the backboard ready in the meantime, ready to move as soon as it’s clear. A lot of movement erupts when the door is finally ripped open. Judd lowers the jaws to the ground, quickly reaching for the cutters he had also retrieved and cuts the seatbelt off TK. It takes Carlos’s brain a second to catch up with all the action and then his eyes land on Owen now standing on the other side behind Judd as both men make room for Tommy and Nancy.

They carefully place the tip of the backboard against the backseat cushion and Nancy and Judd carefully take hold of TK’s shoulders, moving him sideways and then guiding him to lie on the board. Carlos goes with them, the pressure he’s applying constant and he only lets go once he’s certain Nancy’s taking over, her hand firmly covering his.

He pulls back and watches as Judd and Owen carry TK over to the gurney. He wastes no time in getting out of the car himself, darting to TK’s side.

Once TK is out, Judd starts working on extracting the driver.

Tommy and Nancy work in unison, the Paramedic Captain covering TK’s face with an oxygen mask while Nancy inserts an IV in his arm and runs a line. Carlos then notices that Owen is applying pressure to TK’s side with one hand while the other runs through TK’s hair.

Carlos takes TK’s hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Let’s move,” Tommy instructs a moment later.

Nancy takes over holding pressure as they push the gurney towards the ambulance, Carlos and Owen trailing behind.

“Carlos?”

Carlos turns at his partner’s voice, coming from a few feet away.

Mitchell is about to ask where he’s been but her eyes go wide instead when they land on TK lying on the gurney.

“I have to—”

She’s nodding before Carlos finishes his sentence. “Go, I’ll sort it out.”

“Thank you,” Carlos gives her the best grateful smile he could muster before hopping in after TK and Tommy.

“I’ll be right behind you,” Owen says once TK is inside the rig.

Carlos nods, taking a seat on the small bench.

Nancy shuts the doors and races to the driver’s seat, climbing in and the sirens wail as they start to move.

Owen watches the ambulance drive away, the hot pit in his stomach growing with each passing second.

Carlos and Tommy don’t exchange words, each of them focusing on TK. Tommy is monitoring his vitals, giving him fluids and administering a local nerve blocker to help with the pain.

Carlos clutches TK’s free hand with both of his own, closing his eyes and willing his racing heart to slow down a beat. He works on his breathing, steading his rhythm but he can’t help the stray tear that falls when he opens his eyes and looks at TK.

Carlos’s chest is in knots, his heart in pieces, TK is too still, too pale.

It’s almost like TK feels his fiancé’s anguish and pain, and on some level, he does because he’s weakly turning in Carlos’s direction. It’s always been a thing TK and Carlos talk about—the way they sense each other and what the other needs and this moment is yet another one to prove that connection true.

“It’s okay, ‘Los,” TK manages, his voice frail and muffled even more by the oxygen mask.

Carlos sniffs, moving closer to TK so he’s in his line of sight and nods. “Yeah, baby. It’s okay, you’re okay.”

“I love you,” TK whispers.

“I love you too, baby,” Carlos reciprocates. “Hold on.”

TK nods, a promise Carlos clings onto with everything he’s got. And he prays today isn’t the day he loses TK.

They’ve only just begun.

*****

It’s a short but tense ride to the hospital.

Tommy had examined TK’s chest and Carlos’s assumption that it was the seatbelt that hurt him is proven right by the massive red bruise already formed down the paramedic’s torso. Carlos had drawn in a sharp breath at seeing it, heartbroken that TK has been injured to that extent. Tommy had also told Carlos that TK may have also suffered a bruised lung from the force of the seatbelt against his chest.

A team is already awaiting their arrival, tearing the ambulance doors open as soon as it comes to a halt in front of the Emergency Room entrance. Tommy relays all the information as they push TK inside and through the hallways. They reach a point where Tommy, Carlos and Nancy can’t follow and Carlos has to reluctantly let go of his tight hold on TK’s hand.

His heart shatters as he watches the doctors and nurses wheel TK away, feeling like he’s been ripped away from him.

He stands there for what seems like hours, watching the hallway long after TK was pushed into the elevator, Carlos’s eyes fixed on its closed doors. He feels a hand land on his shoulder, and he doesn’t need to turn to know who it is.

“Come on, Carlos,” Tommy’s soft voice reaches him.

Carlos lets her lead him towards the waiting area and he drops into one of the plastic chairs, hating how familiar they have become.

He shakes his head then drops it slightly and only looks up when a few wet wipes are in his line of sight.

He gratefully accepts them but doesn’t move for a few moments after. His gaze is focused on his own hands, his hands that are covered with TK’s blood. And his ring, his ring is coated in crimson, nearly obscuring the silver underneath and it makes his stomach churn in an unnatural way.

Carlos closes his eyes, going back to the day TK had slid this ring onto his finger, to the joy and contentment they had both felt, they way they basked in each other’s love when Carlos had said yes. A tear rolls down the officer’s cheek, one he doesn’t bother wiping away. He sniffs, opening his eyes and begins cleaning his hands.

Once the evidence of TK’s accident and injury is transferred to the wipes, Nancy takes them from Carlos’s hold and throws them away before sitting down, too.

The silence stretches, the feel and sound of the hospital nearly haunting. Owen’s arrival breaks it, Carlos looking up when he hears his name being called from afar.

“Carlos,” Owen’s eyes are wide and movement quick.

“Owen,” Carlos gets to his feet in time for the Captain to throw his arms around him in a hug, which Carlos returns.

Owen gives Carlos a squeeze before pulling back. “Did they say anything?”

Carlos shakes his head. “They took his straight up, didn’t say much of anything.”

Owen nods and sits on the chair next to Carlos’s as he too returns to it.

Tommy and Nancy’s radios spring to life a little bit later, and they reluctantly leave, promising to be back as soon as they can.

Carlos starts rolling his ringer over his finger, a gesture he does when he’s nervous or anxious. TK would always notice, and he’d reach out, taking Carlos’s hand and holds it tightly; a silent promise that he isn’t alone, and that TK’s got him. Carlos would give anything to feel TK’s tender touch.

He notices that his ring is still speckled with blood.

“I’ll be right back,” Carlos says as he rises from his place. “Just going to the bathroom.”

Owen nods. “Take your time.”

Carlos follows the signs to the nearest bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror as he gets closer to the sinks. The bathroom is empty, his boots echoing in the space, his eyes not leaving his exhausted reflection staring back at him. All the color has been drained from his face, his eyes a stark red against his pale skin and his usually neat curls are out of place. His eyes drift lower until they stop at his waist where there’s a large, dark stain. His uniform is stained with TK’s blood.

He swallows as he turns on the faucet and lets the water run down at the coldest temperature before sticking his hands under it and working the remaining traces of blood off his ring. He momentarily relishes the cool sensation against his skin, but he soon breaks watching the pink-tinted water swirl down the drain.

It feels like TK is getting further and further away from him as each second passes by. He feels like he’s losing TK.

Helplessness settles in his bones, barely turning off the water and he grips the marble to support himself as his entire body starts to shake with the force of his oncoming sobs. A cry rips through his throat and he tightens his hold on the marble, afraid that his knees will no longer hold him up and he’ll crumble to the ground if he lets go.

He feels the fear crawling underneath his skin, the terror ringing through his whole being, the longing, the pain…it all washes over him at the same time, and he almost collapses from the weight of it. But he holds on. TK needs him to hold on. So he draws in a deep breath, stands up straight and splashes icy water over his face a few times.

Carlos returns to the waiting area with swollen eyes and Owen runs a hand up and down his back once he’s seated next to him once again, patting his shoulder before pulling back.

“We…we were planning on going over to my parents’ for dinner this weekend,” Carlos’s shaky voice slices through the silence that settles over them. “Our schedules lined up and TK was so excited. He,” he pauses, a small smile forming on his face. “He was saying how we should bake something to take to dinner. Chocolate chip cookies. They’re his go-to when it comes to baking,” he trails off, his hands connecting and he starts nervously fidgeting, rubbing his hands together. “Chocolate chip cookies,” he whispers.

“They were always his favorite kind of cookies when he was a kid,” Owen says.

Carlos turns to look at Owen, his features broken and eyes filled with fragments of loss and aching. “He’s going to be okay, right? He has to be. He…has to be okay.”

“He’s strong, and he’s in the best of hands. He’s going to fight to come back to us, to come back to you, Carlos. The happiest I’ve ever seen my son was when he was with you, even in the beginning, when you were still figuring things out, there was something different about him, I could see it, I could feel it. He seemed lighter, brighter. His eyes lit up. I didn’t want to pry or push to know more, but when I saw you together, I knew. You were the missing piece he needed, you helped make him better, stronger. He’s going to come back to that.”

“It was the same with me. He saved me, in so many ways,” Carlos expresses.

“You saved each other,” Owen replies with a smile, giving Carlos’s knee a squeeze.

Carlos and Owen move to the waiting room on the surgical floor a little while later. Owen sits down on an identical plastic chair while Carlos paces around the room.

He stops when he looks out into the hallway and sees the rest of the team making their way towards them, all wearing the same concerned look on their faces.

“We got here as fast as we could,” Judd says as they step inside.

“Have you heard anything yet?” Marjan asks, her eyebrows drawn together.

Owen shakes his head. “He’s been in surgery for almost two hours.”

“He’s a strong kid, he’ll make it through,” Judd speaks with a steady voice.

“I should go call my mom, let her know what happened,” Carlos starts walking towards the door.

Paul pats Carlos’s shoulder as he passes him, and Carlos responds with an appreciative nod.

Carlos’s short trip to go outside is a haze, moving robotically until he’s stepping into the open air, the sun still high in the sky. It’s hot, Carlos closes his eyes and tilts his head up in the direction of the sun, letting its warmth seep into his skin. He takes a deep breath as he opens his eyes, pulls out his phone and he notices a few texts from Mitchell. He makes a mental note to reply later and moves to the phone icon, touching his mother’s contact from his favorites list.

One ring, two rings, three rings…

“Carlitos!”

“Mami…”

Andrea immediately picks up on his broken tone. “What’s wrong, mijo?”

“It’s…There was an accident…a car pile up downtown and…TK, he…he was in it,” Carlos’s voice cracks.

“Oh, Dios,” Andrea draws in a sharp breath. “How is he?” She asks and Carlos can hear rustling and movement in the background now.

“He…he lost a lot of blood, Ma. He was stuck in the car and his side was hurt…they took him straight to surgery and we haven’t heard anything yet,” Carlos sniffs.

“Where are you? I’m on my way,” Andrea says.

Carlos can hear the emotion in his mother’s voice and he knows she’s trying to keep her worry and fear for TK from breaking through the phone. She’s always been Carlos’s rock, strong and steady, and he can tell by her tone that she’s keeping it together for him. Still, though, he can hear the slight waver in her voice at the knowledge that her soon to be son-in-law is badly injured, currently undergoing surgery.

Since the moment TK was officially introduced to Carlos’s parents, they welcomed him into their family with wide, open arms. They had immediately liked him and adored him, Andrea happily whispering it into Carlos’s ear at the end of that very night. They saw the love between him and their son, and it had uplifted Andrea and Gabriel’s spirits and filled their own hears with so much love and glee.

And when Carlos had called them one night, voice filled with bliss and excitement, telling them that TK had proposed to him, Andrea and Gabriel wept tears of joy.

Knowing how much Andrea loves TK, telling her that he was hurt is one of the hardest things Carlos has ever had to do.

“We’re at West Park Memorial,” Carlos replies.

With a promise from Andrea to be there shortly, they end the call. He returns to the waiting room a few minutes later, everyone’s eyes landing on him. Carlos feels shrunk, his shoulders drawn in, his body feeling so heavy.

“She’s on her way,” he says before turning to stare into the direction of the operating rooms.

“No news yet,” it’s Judd who speaks next, reading Carlos’s mind.

Carlos nods and returns to his seat next to Owen.

Silence falls onto the room, everyone doing little things to keep themselves busy. Mateo praying, Marjan and Paul standing and pacing, Judd grabbing a couch pillow and holding it against his chest, Owen’s head is thrown back against the wall with his eyes closed and Carlos’s leg starts bouncing up and down while he fidgets with his hands. His fingers gravitate towards his ring, the one tangible piece of TK he has with him in this moment. Carlos always gravitates towards TK.

The team eventually get called away to a rescue with their promises too to return as soon as they can.

Carlos’s phone rings and a glance at his screen tells him it’s his mother.

“Ma,” Carlos answers.

“Hi, mijo. I’m walking in now, where are you?”

“We’re in the waiting room on the surgical floor,” Carlos tells her.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”

Carlos spots Andrea hurrying through the hall, handbag clutched against her side soon after they hang up.

“Carlitos,” Andrea breaths as she steps into the room.

Carlos walks over to her and falls against her as she wraps him in a tight hug.

“It’s okay, mijo. Va a estar bien,” she whispers reassuringly, holding him in a steady grip. It’s going to be okay.

Carlos returns the embrace, burying his face in his mother’s neck, more tears spring to his eyes at being held by his mother and feeling her safety and comfort.

There’s a considerable height difference between Carlos and Andrea, but right now, Carlos may as well be a little boy and she a giant. Her protective hold on him is steady and grounding.

Once they pull back, Andrea cups Carlos’s face and wipes the fallen tears with the pads of her thumbs.

“Any news?”

Carlos shakes his head.

Andrea walks over to Owen, who gets up and they exchange a quick hug.

“He’s going to be fine,” Andrea says as she takes a seat next to her son.

Carlos nods, his eyes drifting back to his ring.

“There was a missing ingredient,” Andrea says after a while.

Carlos frowns as he turns to look at her.

“I was talking to him this morning, I sent him the family recipe for tamales,” she explains. “He wanted to surprise you but there was one missing thing.”

“Our dinner date tonight…that’s why he was out, he was going to the store,” Carlos connects the dots, eyes filling with tears.

Andrea nods.

“That was his surprise,” the realization dawns on Carlos. “He knows tamales are my favorite,” a small smile forms on his face.

Andrea places her palm on the nape of Carlos’s neck and pulls him gently towards her. He goes easily and rests his forehead against her shoulder. She whispers comforting words in Spanish as she runs her fingers over Carlos’s short hair just above his neck. He closes his eyes, evening out his breathing as he soaks up his mother’s comfort.

*****

Carlos is staring into nothingness almost an hour later, his eyes glued to to the hallway but unseeing. His mind on TK, all figures that pass through and walk the hallway blurred. Until one doctor is walking towards the waiting room, his form getting clearer and clearer as Carlos forces his vision to focus on him.

The doctor is visibly tired, his face crunched up, still wearing his surgical cap as he enters the room. Carlos can’t read him, and that worries him even more. He braces himself, swallowing as the doctor starts speaking.

“Family of Tyler Strand?”

“TK,” Owen corrects as he gets to his feet. “How’s my son?”

Carlos and Andrea follow suit, the tension building in the small space.

The doctor nods at Owen. “TK made it through,” he offers them a kind smile.

The collective breath Owen, Carlos and Andrea were holding is released as they breathe out a sigh of relief. Carlos closes his eyes, letting the doctor’s words sink in, sagging forward a little. He feels Andrea’s hand running up and down his back, grounding him and he leans into her warm touch.

“There were some complications, however,” the doctor continues. “We were mostly concerned about the amount of blood he lost, which caused his blood pressure to drop. His numbers were low during the surgery but we were able to keep him stable and with some blood transfusions, his blood pressure began to improve. The metal shard nicked his kidney but it didn’t cause major damage, we were also able to repair the laceration. Brain scans were all normal, indicating no brain injury. His chest is bruised and he has a minor lung contusion from the force of the seatbelt, but that will heal on its own. He’s young and healthy, I expect him to make a full recovery.”

“Can we see him?” Andrea asks, knowing it’s on Carlos’s mind and also knowing Carlos is still processing the doctor’s prognosis.

The doctor nods. “He’s currently in recovery and he can have visitors once he’s settled in a room after some observation. I’ll make sure a nurse comes to inform you when he’s ready.”

“Thank you so much, doctor,” Owen extends his hand.

The doctor nods once more, shaking Owen’s hand. “He’ll be home in no time.”

Carlos is rolling his ring on his finger and nervously bouncing his leg a while later when a young nurse approaches them.

“TK is ready for visitors,” she announces with a smile.

Owen turns to look at Carlos. “Go,” he urges.

“Are you sure?” Carlos asks.

Owen nods. “I’m sure, I’ll stop by to see him in a while.”

Owen pats Carlos’s shoulder as the officer gets to his feet and follows the nurse towards TK’s room.

“I’ll be back in an hour to check on him,” the nurse says as they come to a halt in front of a closed door. “The nurses’ station is down the hall if you need anything, or you can just press the call button near the bed.”

“Thank you,” Carlos says, taking a deep breath and pushing the door open.

He knew what to expect, he knew what his eyes would land on once he stepped into the room but still, seeing TK looking so small and still in the hospital bed shakes Carlos to his core.

An ache bolts up and down his body as he makes his way towards TK, his footsteps echoing off the walls, the only sound aside from the beeping of the heart monitor. He doesn’t take his eyes off his fiancé as he lowers himself on the chair situated next to the bed, watching as the paramedic’s chest rises and falls with each breath he takes.

Carlos is at least glad to see that TK has regained some color but it’s the stillness that also makes the officer uneasy. TK is always active, even when he’s asleep, twisting and turning in bed every now and then. Carlos would say he’s a light sleeper, he loved when TK started spending the night in the early days of their relationship. Though TK’s restlessness would sometimes wake Carlos from his slumber, he’d wrap an arm around TK’s middle and drift off to sleep again only for it to happen again a few hours later. Carlos never minded that, though, he’d be woken up by many things over the years, and being woken up by TK’s movement is by far his favorite.

Eventually, those movements from the younger man through the night had become a source of comfort for Carlos over the months, a reminder that TK is right next to him, in his bed. It grounded Carlos, and a sleepy smile would spread over his face as he gravitates towards those movements, warmth spreading through his body.

But here, right now, Carlos shivers, an icy sensation darting through his nerves. TK’s stillness is wrong, all wrong and so unlike TK is breaks Carlos’s heart all over again.

Carefully, Carlos reaches out, clasping TK’s hand in his own and prays that he can feel the familiar pressure.

“Hi, baby,” Carlos eventually speaks, his voice hoarser than he expected. “I’m here and you’re okay. They took really good care of you and you’ll be back on your feet in no time. I just…I miss you, Ty.”

The only response Carlos gets is the steady beeping of the heart monitor.

He sighs, running his thumb over TK’s knuckles. “I miss your voice, your smile, those beautiful green eyes of yours…your kiss. Come back to me, babe. This is only our beginning, we still have so much to do together. And I’ll be right here, right by your side, always. I’m not going anywhere,” Carlos vows.

Some time later, Carlos is so focused on TK and watching him, he doesn’t hear the knock on the door or it being pushed open until he senses another presence in the room.

He turns to see Owen stepping in, and stops by the foot of the bed.

“He looks better,” the Captain says, his eyes glued to his son.

Carlos nods, and continues running his fingers through TK’s hair.

“Your mom is heading to your place to pack a bag for you and TK,” Owen adds after a few moments. “She said to tell you to call or text her if there’s anything in specific you’d like her to get. And she’s also getting you some food.”

Carlos nods again. “I don’t think I’ll be able to eat, though.”

Owen’s eyes soften. “I know, but you have to keep your strength up. He’s going to need you when he wakes up. You need to take care of yourself so you can take care of him.”

Carlos knows Owen is right, so he doesn’t argue. “Thank you,” he tells Owen.

“Thank you,” Owen reciprocates. “You saved his life.”

“Part of me hopes I could have done more, I felt so helpless just…I wish I could have done more,” Carlos drops his head.

“Hey, Carlos,” Owen walks over so he’s behind the officer. He places a hand on Carlos’s shoulder and gives him a supportive squeeze. “You did everything you could, I know you did. I’ve seen so many accidents to know that in that pile up today, TK’s chances were…” he trails off, shaking his head. “His chances weren’t good. If it wasn’t for you, TK wouldn’t be here right now.”

The mere thought of that brings tears to Carlos’s eyes. “A guy flagged me down and…I followed him and then I realized it was TK and…my whole world stopped.”

Owen nods. “I hate that you had to go through that but…part of me is glad it was you who got to him. Because I know you would have done, and did do, everything you can to keep him alive. You climbed into the wrecked car, and that says everything.”

Carlos moves his hand to cup TK’s face, lightly tracing his cheekbone with the tip of his thumb. “I would do anything to make sure he’s okay.”

A moment of silence washes over them as Owen dips his hand into his pocket and pulls it out, fist closed before opening his palm in front of Carlos.

“Here,” Owen says.

Carlos looks down into Owen’s open hand and a tear rolls down his cheek when he sees TK’s ring there.

“The nurse gave me his stuff after she lead you here. I thought you should hold on to it for him,” Owen explains.

Carlos sniffs, reaches out and takes the ring. He secures it in a fist and brings his hand over his heart, holding it there before leaning forward and brushing a kiss to TK’s temple.

*****

Owen stays until Andrea is knocking on the door, walking into a room carrying a duffel bag and a brown paper bag. The delicious smell immediately hits Carlos and his stomach rumbles. His mother must have heard it because she gives him a knowing smile.

Owen excuses himself a few minutes later, making Carlos promise to call if anything changes. With one final glance at his son, Owen leaves.

Carlos settles on the small table in the corner of the room as he unwraps the food his mom brought him. Andrea stands near the bed and plants a tender kiss to TK’s forehead then sits in the chair previously occupied by Carlos.

Carlos watches the sweet exchange and feels his heart flutter in his chest at the sight. It’s such a simple gesture but it speaks volumes of the way Andrea had come to love TK and happily welcome him into the family. Carlos had witnessed TK and Andrea growing closer and closer over the course of their relationship and it had made him happier than words could express. He’d smile, his heart soaring as he watched them in conversation or watched TK help Andrea in the kitchen, talking about anything and everything, while preparing dinner together at the Reyes ranch.

There’s pain and sadness in his heart at seeing Andrea sit next to TK’s hospital bed. And even more when he hears his mother’s broken whisper of oh, amor, as her eyes roam over TK’s battered face and he can tell she’s imagining the layers of bandages hidden underneath his gown.

Carlos can tell she’s struggling, trying to remain strong for both him and TK. Because not only is Andrea’s Carlos’s rock and support, but she is also TK’s.

“It’s okay, Ma,” Carlos reassures her. There’s so many layers to those three words, and she catches on to each and every one.

She gives him a small, sad smile, her eyes swimming with unshed tears.

“Your dad sends his love, and he said he’ll be by to visit TK soon, once he’s awake and strong,” Andrea says a little while later, after Carlos had finished eating, freshened up, changed into sweats and a hoodie, and returned to TK’s side.

She was about to get up to vacate his seat then, but Carlos shook his head and gestured for her to remain seated there. He dropped into the chair on the other side of the bed, the one Owen had grabbed from near the wall and had been sitting in.

Visiting hours were coming to an end and Andrea was getting ready to leave. With a gentle pat to TK’s cheek, she gets to her feet and clutches her handbag, Carlos following her.

“Carlitos,” she starts but Carlos is quickly shaking his head, knowing what she’s going to say.

“I can’t leave him,” he answers.

Andrea sighs. “It’s going to be busy in here tonight, they’ll be checking on TK every couple of hours and you need to rest, too.”

“I know, but I won’t be able to sleep if I do go home either. I’ll stay wide awake, worrying and wondering and going back home now, going back to our bed, without him or without knowing he’s really okay…I can’t. At least staying, I can grab an hour here and there when they aren’t checking on him.”

Andrea nods after a moment. She knew deep down that Carlos would stay, hence the bag she had packed. She’s cupping Carlos’s face, caressing his cheek before pulling him into a hug.

He goes easily, wrapping his arms around his mother and returning the hug. Her strong hold on him gives him strength himself, almost transferring some of hers to him and he soaks it all up.

“He’s going to be just fine,” Andrea whispers, kissing Carlos’s cheek as they separate.

Carlos nods.

“I love you, mijo,” Andrea expresses. “I love you both.”

“We love you, too, Ma.”

After a similar promise to Andrea like the one made to Owen, she leaves, grabbing the bag sitting next to the door containing Carlos’s bloodstained uniform on her way out.

Carlos returns to his original place next to the bed, his hand going back to TK’s.

“It’s just you and me now, babe.”

*****

It starts with one slow movement. It’s so slow Carlos would have probably missed it if he weren’t watching TK as closely as he is.

The sun has climbed high in the sky, the hours ticked by from the time Carlos had given up on sleep around dawn. It was a night filled with fitful and restless sleep, as he had expected and between the nurse checking on TK and Carlos’s own worry, the officer managed to get three hours of shuteye.

He couldn’t sleep past the moment light cracked through the darkness of the sky above, so he got up, running a hand through his loose curls and stretched his aching muscles. The sun slowly got higher and stronger, painting the sky in streaks of orange, yellow and red, the colors morphing together in a magical way. He watched the process through the thin curtain, getting lost in it for a few moments before directing his attention back to TK.

TK who still hadn’t woken up. Who hasn’t even stirred.

Carlos was awake during the nurse’s more recent visit and she had assured him that it was perfectly normal, that TK’s body still needed some rest and that TK is doing well. He thanked her, giving her a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes followed by a nod when she mentioned there’s a coffee station just down the hall.

He feels TK’s ring sitting in his pocket, and he longs for the moment when he’ll able to slip it back on his finger, where it belongs.

He kept a positive attitude, repeating the nurse’s comforting words in his mind over and over, clinging to them as more minutes passed by with no indication from his fiancé of waking up.

“Come back to me, baby,” Carlos had whispered, giving TK’s hand a light squeeze.

He eventually left the room for a quick trip to the mentioned coffee station, and was back by TK’s side in a matter of minutes.

He kept himself occupied replying to texts he had received—from Mitchell, some of his other colleagues at the precinct, and most recently the 126 group chat, while keeping an eye on TK, as well.

The texts were all replied to and the coffee had long been consumed when the slow movement from the bed catches Carlos’s attention.

A small nudge of TK’s head to side, his eyes still closed. For a second, Carlos thinks his mind is playing a trick on him. But then it happens again, in the other direction and that has Carlos moving forward, heart picking up speed in his chest.

“TK?” Carlos calls. “TK, can you hear me?”

His heart is on its way to sinking from the lack of response from the paramedic, but instead flutters because TK is slowly opening his eyes and finding Carlos through the haze.

Carlos’s face breaks into a smile that does reach his eyes this time, said eyes also filling with tears at the sight of the green irises he has so terribly missed.

“Hi, baby, hi,” Carlos continues, his voice soft.

“‘Los,” TK breaths, his voice scratchy and low but it’s his voice and Carlos can almost weep at his nickname that only TK uses.

“I’m here, I’m here. You’re okay,” Carlos reassures him. “Everything is going to be just fine.”

Carlos’s hand moves to cup TK’s face, caressing his cheek and his heart sings when TK summons all the energy he can and leans into Carlos’s touch.

“Get some more rest, babe, I’m not going anywhere,” Carlos says when he notices TK drifting back to sleep.

Watching TK’s chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm now, TK’s ring in Carlos’s pocket feels lighter.

*****

The sun is getting lower when TK wakes up again. Andrea had passed by and joined Carlos for lunch a couple of hours before, Carlos feeling better and able to eat properly.

He was sitting in his usual spot on the chair next to the bed, mindlessly going through his phone and switching between apps when the same nudge of TK’s head pulls his attention, albeit it’s a little more frantic than the previous ones.

“Hey, hey, baby,” Carlos gets closer to TK, eyes on his face.

TK’s eyes are faster in opening this time, landing on Carlos and then looking around the room.

“Carlos?”

“Right here, I’m right here.”

“What…” TK’s eyebrows draw together, confusion written all over his face.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Carlos takes hold of TK’s hand. “You were in an accident, you were hurt pretty bad but they took care of you and everything’s okay. Do you remember?”

TK nods after a second and swallows against his dry throat.

“Do you want some water?”

TK nods again.

Carlos grabs the plastic cup from the nightstand and guides the straw through TK’s parched lips. “Easy, slow sips.”

“How—how bad is it?” TK asks once he’s done drinking.

Carlos sighs as he returns the cup. “We don’t have to talk about that now.”

“Please…I…I need to know,” TK says with a low tone.

After a moment, Carlos nods. “You were stuck in the backseat, you had some cuts and scraps, a concussion, bruise from the seatbelt and…there was a piece of metal lodged in your side. You lost a lot of blood, and I tried to keep pressure as much as I could but I didn’t want to hurt you more and…” he sucks in a shaky breath.

TK uses his energy to squeeze Carlos’s hand, knowing where the officer’s mind is going, taking him back to the horrific accident scene. TK squeezes Carlos’s hand to ground him and bring him back to the present.

“Never in a million years had I expected to see you in that crash…I was actually thinking the opposite, that I won’t see you because it’s your day off. But then the universe flipped the table on me and there you were…” Carlos trails off and then shakes his head. “I’m sorry, you just woke up, this…this isn’t what you should be hearing.”

It’s TK’s turn to gently shake his head. “Hey, there’s nothing to apologize for. Whatever you need to let out, and everything you’re feeling and thinking…I’m here to listen, no matter what.”

“I don’t want to overwhelm you,” Carlos lowers his gaze.

“Look at me, baby, look at me. You can never overwhelm me…I know how tough this has been, and I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

Carlos tightens his hold on TK’s hand. “I was…so scared. I felt so helpless and it felt like you were being ripped away from me. And for a moment you were, when they wheeled you away and it broke me, in that moment, I shattered,�� the tears get heavier in his eyes and with a blink, a tear falls and streaks down his cheek.

TK’s own eyes well up at seeing the pain and heartbreak drawn on Carlos’s face and coating his voice, wanting nothing more than to take it all away.

“I remember coming to after I blacked out from the initial crash and it was…terrifying. My mind hadn’t completely caught up with what happened and once it did, I was really scared,” TK sniffs. “I felt so alone. But you know what? When I saw you, well, at first I thought I was dreaming but then you reached out to me and touched me and it felt real, you felt real and warm and you were right there…I knew in my heart you were there and I wasn’t scared anymore. I didn’t feel alone anymore. I knew you would save me, like you did so many times before.”

More tears roll down Carlos’s cheeks at TK’s words.

“And you did. You saved me, ‘Los.”

Carlos lunges forward, taking TK’s face gently in his hands and plants a kiss on TK’s forehead.

“You saved me just as much,” Carlos whispers, looking into TK’s eyes where brown meets green, and there’s so much said without needing words, so much love communicated and felt. Carlos leans in, first touching their foreheads together and then brushing a tentative kiss to TK’s lips. And Carlos feels whole again.

“Also,” Carlos starts once he pulls back. “We’re definitely making those tamales once we’re back home.”

“You know?”

Carlos nods. “Ma told me. Missing one ingredient.”

“Yeah…I wanted to surprise you. You’ve been working so hard lately and I wanted to do something for you,” TK expresses.

“That means everything, TK. I just hate that you got hurt, I know neither of us could control what happened but still…I hate that it happened.”

TK nods. “But I’m here and I’m okay.”

“You are,” Carlos drops a kiss to TK’s cheek this time. “And one more thing,” he adds, a hand digging into his pocket.

He opens his palm in front of TK to reveal his ring and TK looks up at him, eyes glistening.

“I believe this belongs to you,” Carlos holds out his free hand to TK.

TK carefully lifts his hand and gives it to Carlos.

He watches as Carlos slides the ring on his finger, the familiar weight of it a comfort. He closes his eyes when Carlos brushes a kiss to the ring now sitting where it belongs, relishing in the touch.

“I love you, Ty, now and forever.”

Carlos's eyes are so soft and filled with love and adoration, it makes TK's heart swell with just as much love. He smiles, knowing he's found a home in Carlos. And he knows with his whole being that Carlos has found one in him, too.

“I love you too, ‘Los, always.”

And when TK gives Carlos the smile that’s reserved for only him, Carlos knows in his heart that they’re going to be just fine.

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oh-my-may · 4 years

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Bokuto, Nishinoya, Oikawa and Terushima reacting to their s/o wearing their jersey

requested: hihi may i request headcannons of Bokuto, Noya, Oikawa and Terushima (seperate) where their s/o is wearing their volley jersey/jacket and their reaction of it please？ thank you! ♡

I am back from the dead lmao, can you believe? I know it’s hard to, but in a brilliant moment this week I suddenly had the urge to write something haikyuu related again soooo... this happened. Hope I didn’t forget how to write this stuff, it’s been a few weeks. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Also I don’t think I’ll be back with posting regularly again, because there’s still a shit ton of other things coming my way this month, but maybe afterwards it’ll be better again? Can’t promise you, but I really hope so, because I also can not WAIT for the second part of season 4!!

Bokuto Kotarou:

You really wanted to be on time today. Really really badly. You knew how important it was for your boyfriend, for his team. It was one of the most important matches of their career. They had spent the last months solely training and practicing for this day. And now here you were, missing almost all of it. Just because of the stupid rain, stupid traffic, stupid crowds.

You were soaking wet by the time you arrived at the big gym, droplets of water dripping all over the floor as you ran through the halls, following the echoing sounds of shouts and a ball bouncing off the floor.

You coughed wildly as you opened the squeaking door to the game hall, water still running down your wet hair, creating tiny puddles all over the floor, but you didn’t notice the critical looks from other people standinmg on the sidelines. As soon as you were blinded by the bright stadium lights, your eyes flew across the hall, trying to find the one individual you were here for. You expected Bokuto to stand somewhere on the field, maybe near the net, eager to punch a ball and spike it across it to score. But you were surprised to find him sitting on the bench, head drooping, his hair all over the place. You couldn’t even see his face, but his posture told you everything you needed to know about his current situation. Even though the team was winning, Bokuto didn’t feel like it at all.

Immediately you gulped and took off your jacket, trying to find a way through the crowd of people standing around. You raised your hand and called his name a couple of times, but it was Akaashi who noticed you first. His eyebrows perked up in surprise and heasked his coach to ask for a time out in the game. You quickly ran over to him, but he didn’t give you no time to speak. “I’m so glad you’re finally here. We already made up scenarios for what might happen if you don’t show up, but this is really good. And you even-” He step away and looks down at your body, where one of Bokuto’s jerseys was hanging off your shoulders. Usually you never wore his training clothes, at least not when he was around, but today felt special, as it was an important match. “Perfect.” Akaashi mumbles to himself before stepping away even further and shouting: “Bokuto.san! Look!”

The white-black head shoots up in an instant at the loud mention of his name and he looks around confused for a moment before his eyes find yours and you see a spark going off in his eyes, even from the distance between you. He jumps up in no time once he sees what you’re wearing and suddenly he’s bouncing around the coach, begging him to end the break because “My baby is here!! Coach do you see them?? I need to show them my best!! The yeven wear my jersey, coach!”

As soon as he gets on field he makes a point and then points at you. You laugh as his energy restores itself immediately after seeing you and let me tell you, when the match is over no one can hold him back from tackling you down and embracing you with the biggest, tightest and cuddliest hug you’ve ever gotten. Yes, your presence at games motivates him. But Akaashi suggests than from now on you should also wear the jersey, because there was something else in his game after he saw you wearing it.

In the end, you’ll find yourself wearing the jersey basically all the time you see Bokuto, because he asks you to and it gives him the biggest, happiest smile you’ve ever seen on him :))

Nishinoya Yuu:

You yawned once again as you checked the time on your phone, rolling your eyes after seeing how early exactly it was. Definitely not your time of the day. Especially not on a saturday.

You couldn’t stop a pout from forming on your lips when you got off the train and looked around, having to assert that it was raining a bit. So you sighed in defeat and searching around in the bag you were supposed to bring your boyfriend to practice, because he forgot it. You found his training jacket and declared it good enough to shield you from the rain until you arrived at the gym. Plus, it smelled like him, so you counted that at least one good thing this morning. It was also warmer than you expected.

Still, ittook you longer than usual to arrive at the boy-filled gym. You admired their motivation and enthusiasm this early in the morning, as you were able to hear their energized calls across the entire school campus. You sighed with a smile as you recognized what could only be the eager voice of Nishinoya, doing his all too familiar rolling thunder chant.

Just about some minutes later you arrived in the alley in front of the gym and found coach ukai leaning in the door frame, a cigarette hanging from his mouth and his eyes closed until he heard your figure approaching. It took him exactly one second to realoze the situation and then he turned around to call for Noya, whom arrived in front of you in no time, pushing his unimpressed coach aside.

“Y/N~! You’re finally here! Thanks for brining my stuff! Now come in, I need to show you my new reiceive move, even Tsukishima thinks its cool!” You just nod and get in the warm hall, following his urgent gestures. He doesn’t even seem to notice what you’re wearing as he takes his bag from your bags. At least not until Hinata points it out.

“Noya-san! Your girlfriend/boyfriend is wearing youir jacket! That is so cooool!” he says with big eyes and immediately pays for it as he misses a ball and takes it right to the head.

Nishinoya looks up in question into Hinata’s direction, as though his brain was recreating what the younger boy just said to him. Then his gaze slowly moves torwards you and his eyes wander down to where his black training jacket still hung from your shoulders, now a bit wet from the rain.

Kiyoko was by your side in no time as you watched Noya’s whole embrace glow at your sight, the realization in his eyes growing bigger and bigger as his hands formed excited fists next to his happy face. “The jacket is kinda wet, Y/N. If you could take it off I’ll hang it somewhere and-”

“NO!” Nishinoya is at your side so fast you barely noticed how he moved, now putting his arms on your shoulders in a protective manner, already turning your body away from a very confused Kiyoko. “No, no, thank you Kiyoko, but they’re totally fine, we’re all good. It will have dried in no time! Especially with our bodies radiating so much heat.” And with those words he steps closer to you and embraces you in his warm arms, nuzzling his face into the fabric of his own jacket. “I’ve always been a fan of our uniform, but this kinda just makes it a hundred times better.” You can hear him mumbling and smile, as you press him even closer to you.

He asks you to stay and he definitely slays these new moves he just leanred simply because you’re there, looking all adorable in his training jacket. Please do not even think about taking it off, because Noya will not stop bragging to the rest of the boys, from now on until forever.

Oikawa Tooru:

It was normal that Tooru was usually a bit late to dates and other kinds of meetups. He was always quick to forget the world around him when he was at practice, so you were used to waiting for him. In the beginning of your relationship it got you frustrated quickly, but now you got used to it, because normally Oikawa made up for it with a lot of cuddles and great food.

But today was unusual. Tooru was always on time when you met up at his place after school or practice. Of course you showed up earlier and decided tro wait on the front porch so you could surprise and greet him when he would arrive. But his mother was quick to notice you sitting on the steps and welcomed you in and you found the way into his room on your own.

More minutes passed and you found yourself bored, but especially wondering where he was. You were about to text him another message when you saw that he had just read the messages and sent you a quick emoji to tell you he was on his way. You smiled, knowing that it would now take him at least another 20 minutes before he would show up because he now felt bad and got something at the grocery store for you.

So you got up again and looked around the all too familiar room, eventually ending up in front of his wardrobe and rummaging through it. A warm piece of clothing then fell in your hands almost naturally and you smiled down on it, not hesitating a single second to put it on.

Oikawa eventualy showed up a bit earlier than you expected him and you turned around in surprise not too long after as he rips open the door and practically collapses into your arms. “I’m so sorry Y/N I was already on the way when you texted me and-” He inhales and then stops abruptly, leaning back with a questioning look on his face. Realization hits him just a second laterand all the exhaustion leaves his face in the matter of a second and is replaced with a smug smile, though you can see the softness in his eyes. “Did you miss me this much, Y/N? You know, next time just visit me right at practice in the gym hall, wearing exactly this, and I’ll never be late to anything ever again.”

And he really isn’t. Instead, the rest of his team just groans displeased when you show up at practice because they know he will never shut up about it

Terushima Yuuji:

Going to games with the rest of the team and accompanying them to cheer them on was one of your most favorite things in the world, especially since you were in a relationship with Terushima. The boys always were so energized and eager to play, you wouldn’t wanna miss a single day.

But today was different. Some of the team members got sick on the bus ride to the game and now the energy of the team was a complete different one. You could just press yourself tighter against your boyfriend as the libero of the team got a bit green in the face and seemed to loose control over his gag reflex as he covered his face with a bag. That’s the least he could do, you think, but you can’t hold back from being disgusted either way. You were just hoping that whatever was getting around didn’t stick on you or Terushima, let alone enough members that they couldn’t play today.

However, something had to happen. Right before they arrived the bus took a sharp curve and the bag the person next to you in the bus was holding, wavered dangerously and you didn’t have enough time to get out of the way before its content spilled all over your jacket and you couldn’t help but cry out loud as your boyfriend started to laugh.

Misaki, the team’s manager, scolded him for it as you were busy complaining. She made him pay for his lack of empathy by handing you his bag with clothes for you to change as soon as you arrived. You took it with a dark look into his direction and took the first shirt that fell into your hands - his jersey.

When you found the group of yellow jackets again, no one seemed to take notice of you at first. Until Yuuji showed up next to you with the fattest smile on his face. “Almost mistook you for Misaki. Now you’re a real part of the team, Y/N!” Suddenly he starts jumping around all excited, pointing at you while calling all the others and sharing the news.

Anyways, for the rest of the day he will NOT stop staring at you. Can’t go 5 minutes on the field without his eyes wandering over to you, resulting in the team losing some points. At the same time, he feels better than ever to win this match and to be honest, their opponent has a hard time trying to catch all the balls flying their way.

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cheekysos · 4 years

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The Maori Protector | Calum Hood | Bodyguard!AU x Plus Size Reader

Author’s Note: Please be kind this is the first time I’ve written in like two years. Also I’m not writing this series to exclude any body type, shape, or size because everyone’s bodies should be accepted and celebrated. So I am very sorry if this in any way excludes anyone, that is not my intention. If there’s anything you’d like to read please leave a request in my asks and I will try my best to do it justice. Depending on the response I plan to make multiple parts of this.

Summary: Y/N is a famous plus sized actress and Calum is her bodyguard.

Warnings: Swearing, breaking and entering, and some light sexual comments

From a young age you were always bigger, bigger than the girls your age and most of the time even the boys. It made your childhood rather difficult and usually pretty emotional. In spite all of those hardships the only thing that brought you solace was acting. It gave you courage and confidence, even if it was only temporary. Which brings you to now, you had stuck with acting, getting a few parts here and there, usually the stereotypical funny fat friend but then you got your big break.

You couldn’t believe that you were finally cast as the lead; a part that had nothing to do with your size and given the timing of the world it just worked out and people loved it. Your schedule was filling up and you were more popular than ever. But with all that good brings a lot of bad as well, which is why your manager had insisted on hiring you a personal body guard and wasn't taking no for an answer.

“I don’t know Carl, I still don’t see why I need a body guard.” You poked, aimlessly scrolling through your phone while Jane continued to curl your hair. You were about to make your first late night television appearance and were trying to keep your mind on something other than your nerves.

“We’ve been over this. People are starting to show up to places you’ll be at and paparazzi these days have no boundaries. It’s for your own good.” He sighed, the two of you have had this conversation multiple times already. “I interviewed like 20 dudes for this, I promise he’s the best of the best. Just please play nice.” He teased before walking out the door. It’s not like you were a mean person or anything just guarded more than anything and rightfully so. You can’t look like you do and work in show business without having some trust issues.

Jane finished up your hair with some hairspray, “you’re all set. Go get changed you’re on in ten love.”

“Thanks. Looks great, like always!” You beamed looking at yourself in mirror before walking into the green room bathroom. You squeezed yourself into your beige spanx tucking and adjusting your lumps and bumps. The dress you and your stylist decided on was a deep red ruched midi length dress with off the shoulder 3/4 length sleeves. It hugged your body in all the right ways and still managed to leave something to the imagination. You paired the dress with black strapped heels and a small gold necklace. You stepped out of the bathroom, your back zipper still open, “Jane can you zip me up?”

As you lifted your gaze your eyes landed a large figure standing between Jane and Carl. His tall frame and broad shoulders were covered in a crisp black suit. You were way too caught up in how incredibly good looking he was to remember the fact that your backside was still exposed. You probably wouldn’t have noticed Jane zipping you up if it wasn’t for her cold hands.

“Y/N, this is Calum Hood. He’s your new head of security,” Carl said. You could feel your cheeks flush as you made eye contact with him. His massive hand reached out to shake yours, you obliged taking note of the ink adorning his hand. Your mind started to wander, thinking of other parts of his body that might be cover in tattoos.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/L/N,” his accent catching you off guard yet again.

“Please just Y/N,” you said softly. He nodded in acknowledgment. “We can go over specifics later,” Carl interrupted. “Y/N it’s time to go.” He ushered you past Calum.

Despite your best efforts to focus on the interview you couldn’t help but think about the gorgeous brooding man waiting backstage to protect you.

It had been over a month since Calum started working for you and let’s just say it’s been a challenge. Every day you spent with him made it harder and harder to stay professional, you wanted nothing more than to jump his bones, but Calum was most of all a professional. He kept your conversations always about you and work. You tried so hard to get something from him; a lingering glance, a morsel of personal information, even a smile but have yet to be successful. Which is why you were trying so hard to stay professional, he clearly wasn’t interested and you respected that and a small part of you wasn’t surprised. Just because you were a successful actress doesn’t mean weren’t insecure and today was just one of those days.

If your mind was going to choose a day to be in a funk at least it chose one where you can stay at home cuddled on the couch with a glass of wine and a pint of ice cream while watching an unhealthy amount of rom-coms. You got up from the couch to fill your glass when you heard something like pounding. You weren’t exactly a paranoid person but living alone in a fairly decent sized home and the three glasses of wine didn’t exactly help. You paused your movie, listening just to be sure. You heard the pounding again this time louder, making you jump. Your fuzzy sock clad feet slid across the hardwood floor and grabbed your phone . The pounding started again, this time by the windows in your dinning room. You scurried into the bathroom and locked the door. You weren’t even really thinking when your fingers started to scroll through your phone book and landed on Calum’s name.

Four rings and he answered. “Hello?” His voice was soft and made you forget about your current situation for just a second.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” He questioned.

“Y-ya-yes it’s me.” you stuttered. “I - uh didn’t know who to call. I’m home alone and someone’s pounding....I don’t know if it’s a joke or if....”

“Where are you?” He cut you off. His voice was different now stern and concerned.

“In the bathroom. I locked the door.” your hands started to shaking. “Good. Stay there until I get there.” You heard his car start. “Did you call the police?”

How could you not have thought of that first, he’s going to think you’re crazy, you thought to yourself. “No I...I wasn’t sure who to call”

“It’s fine I’ll call them right no...” he was still talking when this time you cut him off.

“Please don’t hang up.” Tears started pooling in the corners of your eyes. Your brother always teased you for being so over dramatic.

“Okay... then I need you to text Carl tell him what’s going on and that I’m on my way to you and you need him to call the police. Can you do that for me.” His voice was steady and calming. You did as you were told almost immediately. Calum kept quiet on the other end until you told him the message was sent.

“Good. I’m almost there, few more minutes. I’ll probably make it there before the police. When I get there I’m going to...”

CRASH. They shattered a window.

You couldn’t help letting a scream escape before you covered your mouth, tears flowing down your checks now.

“Y/N! What happened?!” He yelled.

“They broke a window I think.” You quietly sobbed. Your hand covering your mouth and phone as an attempt to be as quiet as possible.

“Fuck!” You heard the sound of what you assumed to be Calum beeping the horn. “It’s okay turn the light off in the bathroom and stay quiet. I promise I’m almost there.”

The rest happened so quickly. Before you knew it Calum was at your house smashing the remaining bits of glass and jumping through the window. He ran towards the bathroom calling out your name. You unlocked the bathroom door and wrapped yourself around his toned torso, silently sobbing into his chest.

He held you until the police arrived. He led you to the front door, his massive hand laid across the small of your back. He unlocked the front door and conversed with two officers while an EMT took you aside to check on you. You were fine of course just shaken up, they wrapped a blanket around you and gave you a glass of water to calm down. Another officer took your statement but you didn’t have much to tell.

You sat on your couch watching Calum intently. You couldn’t hear anything they were saying but that didn’t stop you from watching his plump pink lips move. You just realized Calum was in street clothes - black athletic joggers, a plain white tee, and Nike’s. Fuck he’s so hot and shit his hand was bleeding. You also noticed you were right...he did have more tattoos and they were glorious. By this time the Police officers picked up something put it in an evidence bag and handed it to Calum. His face dropped as he looked at it. What was it? Was he sad or angry? Calum and the officer approached you.

“Miss Y/L/N I’m Officer Callaghan. It looks like the only person to enter your home was Mr. Hood. Someone did however throw this through your window. He held out the object. It was a brick with ‘kill urself fat cow’ written on it in chalk. You didn’t everything you could to fight back the tears.

“It was most likely stupid kids, just a prank.” The officer explained.

“That’s not a prank that’s a threat.” Calum snapped. It was anger. He was definitely angry and honestly it was kind of a good look on him.

“Of course.” Officer Callaghan responded. “While Mr. hood gets his hand looked at I’ll have someone board up your window so you’re homes secure until you can get someone to come fix it. Do you have somewhere you can stay tonight?” Callaghan asked.

Maybe Jane? Carl was out of town and you really didn’t want to bother any of your friends. Maybe just a hotel.

“My hand is fine and I’ll take her wherever she wants to go,” Calum spoke.

You didn’t mean to zone out again but you did. Thank god Calum was there and dealt with everything for you. Your mind kept wandering back to the brick. Could someone really hate you that much just because you looked the way you did?

“I spoke with Carl, the window is boarded up and everyone’s gone. Just tell me what you need.” Calum sat next to you in the couch. His cut hand rested on his lap, covered in a paper towel.

“You really should have let someone look at that.” You said faintly.

“I’ve survived much worse.” He joked.

And that’s when you finally saw it. A quick subtle smile and shit he only got more attractive. You ignored the blood rushing to your cheeks, shrugging off the blanket wrapped around your shoulders before you stood up.

“Come with me.” You led Calum into the bathroom, just now realizing how ridiculous you probably looked - fuzzy socks, a massive hoodie, cotton shorts and hair messily twisted into a bun on the top of your head. At least you shaved your legs.

You got the first aid kit out of the cabinet, Calum leaned against the sink and offered you his hand. You carefully removed the paper towel to find multiple cuts in between his knuckles, his beautiful brown skin stained with dry blood.

“You really should have had this looked at by professionals. I think you might need stitches,” you meticulously started to disinfect the area, completely aware of Calum’s big brown eyes watching you.

“I-uh I’m really sorry this happened to you tonight and what they said I.... It’s not..” he sighed. “They’re cowards, scum honestly.” He winced slightly when you started cleaning the largest cut.

“People are entitles to their opinions. And like you said earlier I’ve survived much worse.” You joked, hoping Calum couldn’t pick up on hurt in your voice. But he did.

“I understand if you don’t want to talk about it but don’t try to justify their behavior or anyone else who’s mistreated you.” His voice was steady and calming again.

Dammit. Why was he like this, so perfect. It was becoming increasingly difficult to stay professional. Your body and heart ached for him. What were you supposed to say to that? You didn’t know so you changed the subject.

“Thank you for everything. I’m sorry I dragged you into all this.” You finished applying antibiotic ointment on his wounds before covering them with gauze and securing it with an ace bandage.

“It’s my job to keep you safe,” he cleared his throat. “Thanks for cleaning me up.”

So professional. Why couldn’t he just accept payment in the form of sexual favors.

You offered a half smile and nodded in acknowledgement as you cleaned up.

“Where do you want me to take you?” He questioned.

“I don’t know I’ll probably just stay here, like the police said it was just a prank.” You shrugged and turned on your heel to walk out of the bathroom.

Calum’s hand reached out for yours, turning you back to him. “You’re not staying here. It’s not safe and this wasn’t a prank, you could’ve gotten hurt.”

Your headstrong gene wanted to argue with him but his eyes looked worried and his voice was so sincere. Not to mention the fact that your hand was still intertwined with him and you were practically putty right now. His hand was soft, with the exception of a few callouses on his fingers.

“Ok..I can go to...a uh hotel,” you didn’t want to go to a hotel and you most certainly didn’t want to be alone but you lied.

Calum’s hand slipped away from yours, “if that’s where you’ll feel safe.” He replied.

“I won’t feel safe there. But the only place I think I’ll feel safe right now is with you.” Who knows what possessed you to blurt out the truth all of a sudden but you instantly regretted it. “I know you’ve already done way too much and I’ll make sure Carl compensates you for all your trouble but if you’ll just indulge me a little longer...You could stay in my guest room or I’ll pay for a room for you.” You tried to navigate yourself through this shit storm you’ve created so you could still stay with Calum but also be professional.

“Don’t be ridiculous, spending time with you is compensation enough.” He reassured. “And it’s no Ritz Carlton or anything but you’re more than welcome to stay at my place.”

Screw being professional.

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thebimarauder · 3 years

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I’m sorry but its a bit angsty, it ends happy but is kinda sad. I wanted to write this because my birthday was the other day and I may or may not have a tiny crush on a friend so this is Logan’s birthday when he and Finn are at Harvard but before they admit their feelings or do anything about them.

Also this was written quickly at like 2 am so I’m sorry if there are grammar mistakes I haven’t read it over.

I hope everyone has an amazing day!!

Characters belong to the lovely @lumosinlove !!!

Today is Logan’s birthday. He’s a whole year older. Away from his family but not alone. He has friends, he has Finn. He doesn’t need an amazing day as long as he can spend it with Finn.

His day started when his grandmother, who he doesn’t even talk to, called him at 8 am when his first class wasn’t until 11 am. He didn’t answer but it still woke him up and he was planning on sleeping in and then getting breakfast with Finn before class. Sadly, his grandmother decided that 8 am was a perfect time to call for the first time in a year.

Then the day got a bit better, he sat in bed for a while, wrapped in a weighted blanket, blissfully ignorant of anything going on outside of his little cocoon of warmth. It was 20 degrees outside but he didn’t have to do anything or go anywhere for a while so just laid there. When he eventually moved from the cocoon he looked over at Finn’s bed wanting him to be the first one that he talked to in the morning. Logan wanted him to be the one that he started off the next year of his life with. But Finn wasn’t there, his bed was empty. Finn never woke up early, Logan couldn’t help but whisper “where the hell is he?”.

Since Finn wasn’t there he decided to get up and start his day, he got dressed, washed his face, brushed his teeth, ate breakfast, and then ran out to meet his friend Jack and walk to class. Throughout the class he couldn’t focus on the professor at all, he was blabbing on about 16th-century Europe and all logan could think about was where Finn was and if he was okay. he knew that Finn would never willingly ignore him on his birthday. Logan was spiraling not knowing if he was okay but had to try to pay attention because the midterm is next week.

The second he got out of class he texted Finn, asking where he was all morning and if he was okay. No response. So he went on with my day and tried not to think too hard about it. He face-timed Noelle separately and then the whole family. During the whole family call, Noelle was looking at him like she knew something was wrong but decided not to say anything about it. Logan was just about to say goodbye for the day when he got a text from Finn, just, “come meet me outside and we can get you a birthday cake”. That was it, no answer of where he was all morning or why he wasn’t there when he woke up. he quickly said goodbye to his family and then practically ran down the stairs to find Finn.

When he got downstairs I had to stop for a minute and slow my breathing, He couldn’t have Finn knowing how worried he really was or that he ran down the stairs just to make sure he was okay. they were close friends but weren’t that close yet. And he definitely couldn’t have Finn figuring out how he really felt about him, not on his birthday, not ever, Finn was straight and it would ruin their friendship. Logan didn’t know what he would do without him so he can never risk it. He stood at the bottom of the stairwell catching his breath and trying to look calm and collected for a few minutes before he felt okay to go and see Finn.

When Logan opened the door to walk outside he saw the bright red hair in a second. The gorgeous red hair and the bright bright smile that was Finn. He quickly looked down as to not stare at Finn for too long and walked over, only to be quickly enveloped in one of those awkward bro hugs. He cringed internally and looked up at Finn, who was just a few inches taller but tall enough that he had to look up, and said “where the hell have you been all day Finn? It’s my birthday and you have been avoiding me all day!” Then he pouted and tried to make it look fake so that Finn would never know how sad he really was. Finn backed up and looked at logan with a sad smile before rambling on “I’m so sorry Logan. Happy Birthday! I did all of my assignments yesterday so that we could hang out all day but my stupid theory of literature professor moved the midterm exam to today instead of yesterday. He opened the prompt this morning and we can do it online and send it to him but it’s supposed to be five pages and I honestly have no idea what im doing. I woke up early to try to finish it by the time you got out of class but am only a page in. I’m taking a break but I have so much more to do. I’m so sorry Logan. We can still” that was when Logan interrupted him, “Finn you’re rambling it’s fine honestly” a giant weight was lifted off of Logan’s chest, sure he was annoyed that Finn didn’t answer him but he was okay and they could still spend the day together. Finn looked annoyed but more at himself, “How is it fine Logan, you had plans with all of your other friends and the team the rest of the week today you didn’t have anything planned other than for us to hang out and then watch that movie you like. Everyone else is busy today you will literally just be by yourself all day. That’s such a boring birthday “

Logan ended up convincing Finn to let him hang out while he wrote his essay. He spent the afternoon of his birthday happily and contently sitting on his phone while Finn wrote. Occasionally Finn would look up at Logan all sad and apologize like he thought sitting with him while he wrote an essay was torture. Finn could not understand the possibility that Logan could be having a good day just being in his company, watching him scrunch up his face when he was thinking of a word or lean back and look at the ceiling whenever he needed a quick break. It was adorable, watching him concentrate, hearing him breathe calmed Logan, gave him something to hold onto when he was so far away from everyone else he loved. Logan was so caught up in watching Finn that when Finn eventually turned to him he was surprised to hear Finn asking him to read his essay over before he turned it in. it had been a few hours, Finn was done, and Logan had spent the whole time thinking about and watching Finn. He helped Finn fix a few grammar mistakes but he was an English major so there wasn’t much wrong with it overall.

By the time Finn turned in his midterm they had misses their reservation and it was too late to go wandering the city so they had to deal with dining hall food. And as much as Logan said he was perfectly fine with it since he spent the day with his best friend Finn refused to believe it and continued to apologize saying that he had ruined the day and that he would make it up to logan tomorrow.

Since Finn was finally done they decided to watch one of Logan’s favorite movies, Die Hard. Finn was more a fan of Pride and Prejudice or Romeo and Juliet but he would make sacrifices for his best friend’s birthday. They sat together on logans bed but both made sure to give the other enough room so that they were not too close. Finn fell asleep half an hour into the movie due to the stressful day so Logan turned down the volume and put a blanket over Finn’s body. He continued to watch the movie but could not stop himself from thinking about Finn. He would never tell him that he loved him, never get to kiss him, never feel fully himself. Logan shed a few tears thinking about the fact that Finn, who he was currently watching sleep, would never love him back. He fell asleep next to Finn a few minutes later. His brain fighting between thinking about how he would never be allowed to love Finn and be loved back and thinking about how amazing the day was just to be with him and try not to think about the sad side of things.

A few years later on his birthday Logan woke up first, wrapped in the arms of both Finn and Leo, and thought back to that day. He was so glad that now he could love Finn and not have to try to hide anything. And that he could also love Leo, and that they both loved him and told him daily. He must have been in his head for a few minutes because he was pulled back to reality by Finn running his hands through his hair and asking logan what was wrong. Instead of responding immediately he kissed them both and pulled them close before saying “Nothing is wrong, I’m just glad that I can spend the day with both of you, that I can spend every day with both of you, and not hide the fact that im so totally in love”.

Both of his boys hugged him close and kissed him before each saying “I love you” and “Happy Birthday”. The three of them had a very quiet day, cuddling until their stomachs were growling for food, watching movies, baking a cake together. Because that was all that Logan ever wanted, a wonderful day where he knew for a fact that he was loved back by those he loved and got to be close to the person or people he loved. That ended up being his best birthday yet.

#oknutzy #finnlo #lumosinlove #coast to coast #finn o’hara #logan tremblay #leo knut #angst #fluffy ending

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epic-potato-crisp · 3 years

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Courtship - Part 2 (AjinWeek2020/7)

Notes:

Part 2 is here after...a year?

Originally, this was supposed to be posted for Ajin Week 2020 Day 7: Anything goes. The whole story was just supposed to be two chapters, however I want to expand it a little and now we're at looking at 3-4. Stay tuned for further updates! (I'm considering whether Twilight is the right choice for their movie night. It's very temping. There are five (5) movies and so very little of Kei's patience.)

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“I’m sorry, what?” Tosaki says.

Yeah, Kei probably shouldn’t have agreed to this. On the other hand, the look of pure bewilderment on his team leader’s face replaces about a month of entertainment for him. At the very least. It’s a fair deal.

“We’re dating.” Kou explains sheepishly, for the second time, scratching at his neck.

“Since when?” Hirasawa asks, appearing just as invested as he is amused.

Izumi hasn’t said anything yet, instead observing them in silence.

“Since like right now.” Kou says, laughing awkwardly, “It was pretty spontaneous. Right, Kei?”

“Don’t drag me into this.” Kei responds briskly.

“Hey, you just said yes!” Kou argues, his brows furrowing.

“And I’m regretting it more and more.” Kei snipes back.

“Oof, boys, 20 minutes in and trouble in paradise already. It’s not looking good, huh?” Ogura comments.

“It’s just a…trial.” Kei says, anxiety still spiking up in him months later at the thought of the any kind of experiment, “For a week. More for research purposes than anything.”

“Research purposes, now we’re talking.” Ogura chimes in, “What’s your hypothesis? Are you going to need help evaluating the data?”

“Can you even evaluate a relationship that way?” Hirasawa argues, “In numbers? That sounds strange to me.”

“Well, plenty of psychological studies say yes, so.” Ogura shrugs, “So Nagai, what’s your deal?”

“The hypothesis is that seven days of close interaction will not lead to me murdering him.” Kei glares in Kou’s direction, “And that he will shut up about my dating life.”

Kou coughts out something that suspiciously sounds like “what life”, for which Kei elbows him in the ribs, hard.

“Yeah, what he said.” Kou wheezes, returning the glare in kind.

“And we’re not really going to write a report about it. We’re just letting it run simultaneously. Would that be with you?” Kei asks.

Tosaki stares at them for a full minute and then leaves the room without another word.

“I’ll just be-“ Izumi says, apologetically, hurriedly following after him.

“You boys have my blessing.” Hirasawa says, winking at them and toasting in their direction with his barley tea.

“Mine too, with a little extra sprinkle of blessing on top if you do take a few notes about it.” Ogura says, “From a sociological perspective, it’s pretty hilarious. Completely anonymous, of course.”

“Fine, I can do that.” Kei says, “I’m bored as it is.”

They take their leave.

“Well, you’re not going to be bored for long with me around.” Kou says, once they’re out of earshot, grinning at him brightly.

Kei grimaces. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

Kei hadn’t believed that dating Kou would be difficult- to be truthful, he hadn’t considered the situation at all, but here they were. But reality is a whole different obstacle.

First, there’s the hand-holding. It’s been a good while since Kei had held hands with anyone, frankly, when he was in elementary school and crossing the street with Eriko, and that had been more of a safety precaution than anything. It’s an unnecessary amount of touch in his opinion, the sweaty entanglement of fingers grossing him out in theory. In practice…it’s not really that bad.

Kou slips his hand into Kei’s, that evening as they’re taking a walk around the forest. It comes as a surprise to him. They had just been strolling around aimlessly for a while, trying to clear their head from a day of training and the awkward conversation earlier. Lost in his own thoughts, Kei startles a little at the sudden physical contact.

“The cicadas are really fucking loud, aren’t they?” Kou says, almost nonchalantly. Kei notices that his grip, although confident at first, loosens a little in hesitation, giving Kei the opportunity to pull away. He considers it. However, instead of sticky and oppressive, the touch is comforting somehow. Which is weird, considering there is no purpose to it. But then, there is no purpose to this entire trial run, Kei concludes, which makes up his mind. He hums noncommittally and squeezes back. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see how the other’s face lights up in surprise. “Maybe they just have a lot to talk about.” Kou stumbles to add. “Maybe they’re just as chatty as you.” Kei replies sarcastically. Kou laughs. “Yeah, probably.” he agrees, grinning. They continue walking until dusk approaches, coloring the sky in shades of purple and blue.

Izumi’s waiting for them when they get back with two glasses of chilled water. They say their thanks, Kou gulping down his water in a flash and wiping his mouth with his arm.

“Ah man, thought I was going to die of thirst.” he says, sighing blissfully as he goes in for a refill.

“Literally impossible in that short of a time span.” Kei corrects him, but he too can’t help a small sigh of relief. August brings about a heat wave that makes him even more grateful for the air conditioning at the hideout. He regrets to think that he “voluntarily” signed up for a training camp during this very time of the year when he could have instead spent his days in his room doing practice questions. Pure insanity. He’ll definitely get Sato back for this.

“By the way, Tosaki-san is okay with you… dating.” Izumi explains, “He was just a bit overwhelmed at the situation.”

Not only him, Kei thinks grimly.

“Well, it’s just for a week!” Kou interjects, with an embarrassed laugh, “We’re not sure about anything yet, you know?” Kei side-eyes him hard. His attempts at preserving his chances with Izumi-san are obvious enough that it’s almost pitiable. “Well, I am. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to spend the rest of my life dating someone like you.” he scoffs, which should serve Nakano’s agenda well, ignoring the slight constriction ins his chest. The walk must have tired out his muscle more than he realized.

“So he is okay with it?”

“Well.” Izumi bites her lip, “He said that by your mere existence, you’ve ruled out his two biggest concerns, so after that he doesn’t really care what happens. Unless it jeopardizes your training, of course.”

Yes, that does sound indeed like Tosaki.“And those concerns are?” Kei asks, genuinely curious.

“You can’t get pregnant and you can’t die.” she says, matter-of-fact. Kou chokes on his water.

“In that particular order, in case you were wondering.” she adds, rolling her eyes.

“Wow.”says Kei, any other words temporarily not coming to mind.

That’s one obstacle removed.

For some strange reason, having a boyfriend doesn’t magically remove Kei’s above average exhaustion after what the others refer to as one instance of basic interval training.

“I can carry you the rest of the way.” Kou grins, kneeling beside Kei who is currently wheezing into the ground, fingers digging into the earth. Thirty situps, followed by half an hour of jogging? Give him a break. He’s been through 15 and already wishes he were six feet under.

Permanently, that is.

“Are you dumb?” Kei coughs out, “How on earth would I benefit from that exercise?”

“Well, you could rest- you seriously sound like you’re gonna pass out any second.” Kou pointed out, “And I could get some strength training in. Win-win. I know I’m strong enough to carry you.” He has the audacity to wink at Kei.

“Hirasawa-san!” Kou yells and runs over to where the older man is standing and timing them. With Kou gesturing broadly while explaining, and Hirasawa nodding eventually, Kei knows his fate is sealed.

“Pick me up.” He says, lethargically stretching his limbs skywards once Kou comes back for him.

“Just get on my back like a normal person.” Kou laughs at his purposeful display of weakness, “Unless you really want the bridal carry?”

“Hell no.”

“Your choice, Nagai.”

Remarkably enough, riding on Kou’s shoulders is not as bad as an experience as Kei had imagined it to be. He gets a ride across their training grounds, coupled with brilliant view of the clear blue sky and puffy clouds that drift by without a care in the world, and his only physical exertion is reserved for clinging to his teammate just enough so that he doesn’t fall off.

Which is to say minimal. For all his bragging, Nakano really does have profound upper body strength.

“See? Told you I could easily carry you!” Kou teases.

Easily.

Kei doesn’t know what does it, the confidence emblazoning his tone, the mere fact that Nakano was right or the reality of the situation where he picked him up and carried him around like it was nothing.

Kei’s heart starts to beat a little faster.

“I’m not sharing a bed with you.” Kei declares, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“What’s the big deal? Couples do it all the time.” Kou says.

It’s close to midnight and he’s standing at Kei’s door, armed with his phone and a pillow.

“Yes, but we’re not a couple.

“We are for this week.” Kou points out and damn, he is right. He pouts at Kei.

“So we only have a week. Please, Nagai?”

“You know how I feel about physical contact.” Kei glances back at his bed, which looks perfectly designed to host one person, and one person only. As it should.

“Well, I mean we don’t have to cuddle. Unless that’s…something you want?” Kou throws him an inquisitive gaze, the tips of his ears reddening.

“Of course it’s not, you moron!” Kei snaps back, a blush rising to his cheeks.

“Well then what the hell is your issue?” Kou says, slightly frustrated.

“I don’t want to share a bed with you, that’s it. Good night.”

Kei slams the door close in his face.

He hears his teammate/boyfriend-for-the-week groan and the head of to God knows where.

Kei fortifies his resolve – he doesn’t even need to give a reason, and yet he gave perfectly acceptable to deny his overnight stay.

Perhaps that’s his only issue.

Perhaps he also doesn’t want Kou to be able to listen to his steadily accelerating heartbeat whether they’re in close proximity.

But that’s something Kou is better of not knowing about.

Little by little, the hand-holding is integrated in their daily routine. Not when anyone can see them. And only if there’s nothing immediate that needs to be done. A brush of fingers as they pass each other in the hallway. Kou’s hand naturally slipping into Kei’s as they’re watching a video on his phone. Kou’s fingers grasping for Kei’s in the middle of a team meeting, right under the table, and Kei holding on for just a second too long, a scene that he will replay in embarrassment in his memories later.

Sometimes Kei wishes it wouldn’t feel as comfortable as it does, because this too is something that he will have to erase once their week comes to an end.

“Oh yeah, can we use the room later?” Kou asks, three days into their trial, barely swallowing down his food in time to ask the question. Which is directed at Tosaki, an unspoken agreement that comes with trying to sort out most hideout-related issues. Because the man really is the only person that would find a problem with that, Kei thinks grimly, and isn’t disappointed.

“For what?” Tosaki asks, suspicion setting into his features. Or perhaps that’s just his default look these days.

“Like, for a movie night?” Kou says, “The screen in here is really big.”

There is dead silence. Kei picks at his soba and tries to stave off his oncoming headache.

“Why?”

“Dunno, cause we want to have one?” Kou tilts his head curiously, “If you guys aren’t gonna use it, we can have it, right?”

Ogura tries to turn his laugh into a cough, failing miserably.

“Yeah, Yuu, don’t be such a spoilsport. Let them have it.”

“What are you calling me?”

“I already said I’m cool with Ikuya, you’d just have to stop being so uptight about it.” Ogura shrugs, gesturing at him with his chopsticks.

“This room is reserved in the evenings.” Tosaki grits out between his teeth, ignoring Ogura’s third consecutive attempt that day to get under his skin, if Kei is keeping count correctly.

“Damn it. “ Kou sighs, “You can’t make an exception?”

Tosaki’s eyebrow twitches.

“Wouldn’t a couch be more comfortable than chairs?” Hirasawa interjects, right before Kou can continue in what Kei knows is a losing battle, “There’s one in the storage room. It’s a little battered, but it will do the job.”

“Yeah, I actually think there’s a projector in their too.” Manabe says, “You won’t need a screen. We’ll just get the laptop hooked up. Kind of like a home cinema.” He smiles nostalgically at the prospect: “Haven’t been to one in ages.”

Tosaki sighs.

“Hell yeah.” Nakano says, pumping his fist. He grins at Kei: “What do you say, Nagai?”

“Whatever.” Kei says, despite feeling strangely excited at the idea, taking another bite to avoid further conversation.

Izumi appears thoughtful. “I might be subscribed to a streaming service, if I remember correctly.” she says, “So make use of that if you will.”

“It will be better than risking a computer virus.” she adds, awkwardly, as Tosaki shoots a glare in her direction.

“Izumi-san, Hirasawa-san, Manabe-san, you’re the best!” Kou proclaims loudly, his body positively vibrating with excitement, “This will be the most amazing movie night ever!”

Hirasawa chuckles. “You’re welcome. We’ll help you set it up right after dinner.”

“And I’ll check the wifi and my login details.” Izumi says, pointedly avoiding eye contact with her boss.

“I’m glad everyone has their priorities for the evening sorted.” Tosaki says icily.

Kou gives Kei a winning grin, which seems to say: “I promised you a movie night, and I made it happen.”

For all intents and purposes, Kei is the slightest bit impressed. Which is yet another tidbit of information Nakano doesn’t need to possess.

“You better not make me sit through one of your dumb action movies.” he mutters, instead.

This is going to be a long night.

#ajin #ajin demi human #ajinweek20 #ajin fanfic #courtship

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First Rain

I made this a while ago and I keep forgetting to post it essentially its just when the slinkies first experience with rain, its kinda long so I put it under a read more.

Somehow you wake up well before your two bedmates, which is definitely rare on your days off but their probably still tuckered out from your guys outing at funland yesterday. Somehow they managed not to destroy anything, but that might’ve because you told them no kisses if they break something this time. You decide to get a start to the day seeing that it’s 9 but also mainly because your hungry, but to do that you have to get out of their grip first. Ever since Spinel and Spince started sleeping with you, you realized that they have a habit of wrapping you up in their limbs with you sandwiched between them. You didn’t mind one bit, in fact ever since they’ve started doing that your sleep has been amazing, only issue you have with it is when you have to get up. When you finally manage to get up and out of bed as your stretching you notice that they immediately snuggle into each other bringing a smile to your face, you decide to take a picture on your phone to save the moment ( and to tease em later but they don’t need to know that).

On your way to the kitchen you look outside and notice the dark grey sky and realize it's going to rain at some point in the day, declaring today an inside cuddle day you move to get some breakfast started for the three of you. As your finishing up you feel a pair of arms wrap around your middle and a body and gem press into you from behind

“Morning” Spince whispers into your ear with his accent heavy from having just woken up

“Morning sleepy head, she still sleeping” You ask him

“Nah she’s up, should be out in a bit though” he replies before yawning

“Good, now set up the table for me will you” giving him a peck on the cheek before moving back to get everything off the stove

“Sure thing sweets” he replies before giving you a peck back and moving to set the table, right as he lets go of you Spinel walks in yawning before moving to hug you from behind just like Spince was not long again and nuzzling into your neck

“Good morning to you too sleepy head” you tell her while turning in her arms to hug her back

“Morning” you feel her mumble into your neck

“Alright sleepy head I made pancakes and I wanna cuddle today so let me go so we can eat” you tell her, she immediately perks up because she fuckin loves cuddles and pancakes

“Yeah Spins stop hogging y/n” Spince calls out from his place at the table

“Shush let me love em” She hisses while tightening her arms around you making him laugh

“Alright you two no fighting I’m hungry and I wanna cuddle and if you two start fighting I’m leaving this house to go find someone else to cuddle with” your warning shuts them both up immediately making you snicker. You give Spinel a peck on the cheek as you drag her to the table to sit.

After breakfast they help you wash the dishes before you drag them to the couch proclaiming “Since today is so cloudy im making today a movie and cuddle day since this weather makes me sluggish” you say as you push em down on the couch before running off to gather blankets and snacks

“Doll are ya actually making today a cuddle day or are ya just messing with us” Spinel questions when your halfway to the bedroom

“Yup, weathers gloomy so I wanna cuddle with you two all day while watching movies” You call back “Alright sweets, I am loving today already” You hear Spince cheer once you make it back to your shared room making you snicker, you gather up the blankets from bed before making your way back to the living room. You dump the blankets on top of them earning you a grunt from Spince and a yelp from Spinel before moving again to get snacks from the kitchen, no sweets though because your trying to keep them in one spot today.

By the time you make it back to the living room they’ve both already covered themselves in blankets while leaving a space for you between them as well as set up the TV to watch movies. You set the snacks on the table in front of the couch before squirming your way under the blankets and snuggling up between them. “Alright what are you two in the mood to watch” you ask them as you grab the remote from Spince’s lap.

“Can we watch some animated movies I really liked those” Spinel perks up “Yeah! I love those they always have pretty colors” Spince adds on

“Alright animated it is then” you say as you snuggle in between them while scrolling through your playlist.

Halfway into the fourth movie your falling asleep with your head on Spinels lap and your feet on Spince’s lap. You honestly didn’t want to fall asleep but with Spinel running her hands through your hair and surrounded by their warmth it's impossible to not fall asleep.

Although not long after you fall asleep you wake up to Spinel shaking your shoulder and whispering nervously

“Doll wake up somethings wrong” she tells you while looking around

“What, whats wrong” you ask her as you sit up and rub your eyes

“Cant you hear it its so loud” Spince whispers from his crouched position next to the couch. As you start listening closely you realize that its raining, and its raining hard. Instead of answering them you decide to have a little fun with them and stand up from the couch. As your making your way to the door you can hear Spinel whisper shouting to you. “Y/n, where the fuck are you going, don’t go to the door we don’t know whats out there” As you reach out to open the door you hear both Spince and Spinel shout out your name. You decide this is to much fun and continue to just pull the door open and step out onto the porch. As your walking out you hear both of them running towards you to pull you back in. When you hear them reach the door you turn around and meet their panicked faces with a grin.

“DOLL/SWEETS WHAT THE FUCK” They both yell out at the same time while pulling you into their arms. At that point your just laughing so hard your wheezing while their giving you the most concerned yet confused look.

“Uhh y/n why are you laughing after running towards you know, danger” Spince questions you as both him and Spinel tighten their hold on you

“Because were not in danger, look” You say as you turn to look out towards the front porch

“Um y/n why is water falling from the sky” Spinel asks you while turning to face outwards as well “Its called rain and it happens when the clouds carry to much water and they need to drop some of it” you explain to them

“Sooo, were not being attacked then” Spince whispers into your ear making you giggle

“No, slinky we aren’t being attacked its just raining really hard” you respond while getting out of their arms. You start walking towards the edge of the porch and they start freaking out when you move to step into the rain

“Alright alright relax you two look its not gonna hurt me its just water see” you tell them while sticking your hand out into the rain “see perfectly fine” you turn to look at them and realize their both still tense and nervous. You think for a moment and come up with an idea that might make em both relax. “Alright slinkies give me your hands” You tell them while reaching out for them “What, Why?” they both question at the same time making you snicker “Just trust me alright this is gonna get you to both relax and i have a feeling your both gonna like it” you tell them while reaching to grab their hands. Once you start pulling them out into rain they seem nervous but when the first drops fall on them they start to relax and just get this look of pure amazement on their faces that just fill your chest with warmth and brings a soft smile to your face. Although its raining so hard your soaked in seconds, but you really don't care considering you love the rain and your too preoccupied looking at your slinkies being amazed by rain. You decide to get them a little more into the rain by running towards them and jumping in a puddle near them making them jump from surprise “Sweets what the hell” Spince asks while he and Spinel shake out some of the water from their loose hair

“Yeah doll what was that for” Spinel asks as well “Well ya see the point i brought you out here for was so you can see just how much fun you can have in the rain, and one of the things you can do is jump in puddles” you tell them while you stomp in the puddle your in “another is just a more intense way of playing tag” as you say that you stare at them before jumping at Spince and yelling out “TAG YOUR IT” before booking it “HEY I WASN’T READY Y/N” He yells out before chasing after you while spinel is just laughing but not before Spince turns around and tags her while she’s distracted

“HEY” She yells out before running after the two of you. The game goes on for about 20 minutes until they both decide to team up to catch you. They end up cornering you and as you try to get away they wrap their arms around you and smoosh you between them, Spinel behind you and Spince in the front

“Tag, we win” they whisper into your ear making you shiver in response “Hmm i guess you two did” You hum back. You would move to go back inside the house but honestly you feel too comfortable and safe just being hugged between the two of them, especially considering since they started humming and swaying. As this goes on you lay your head against Spinces, chest right above his gem, and he rests his head on top of yours while Spinel rest hers on your shoulder. Your starting to get really sleepy when you sneeze, scaring the shit out of both of em. “DOLL YOUR GONNA GET SICK CUZ YOUR COLD” Spinel yells out after recovering from her scare “OH FUCK YOUR RIGHT LETS GET HER INSIDE” Spince yells out while picking you up and running towards the house.

“Ill be fine you two ive spent time out in the rain before” you tell them while laughing from how much they over react. Although you think its sweet how concerned they are for you.. “Yeah right doll, we aint risking ya getting sick” Spinels snorts out as she closes the door behind her.

“Pft i dont get sick that easily” you huff out as Spince drys out your hair with a towel and Spinel is going through your drawers for some dry clothes “And plus we gotta get ya warmed up Sweets we really don't want you getting sick we heard that its not a nice feeling when humans get sick” Spince tells you.

“Fine, fine, but i want cuddles to get warmed up then” you give in “We can do that doll” Spinel tell you as she hands you dry clothes. After your changed you hop into bed and they follow right after you taking their place on either side of you before wrapping you up in their arms

“Good night slinkies i love you” you whisper after you get comfortable between them

“Good night love ya too y/n” you hear them whisper back as your falling asleep making you hum. Although, needless to say you ended up getting sick the next morning and lets just say they said “i told you so”.

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imaginesforyourfandom · 5 years

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Loving Her: Alex Morgan - Chapter 16

(Y/N) POV:

I woke to banging on the door as I noticed Alex still fast asleep next to me. I quickly got out of bed and went to open the door. I glared as it revealed Christen and Tobin both giving me small smiles.

“What the hell are you two doing here?”

“We have to go soon so we figured that we could do like last minute shopping or get lunch or something.” Christen said with a grin as I shook my head.

“Plus, a lot of the girls are still wanting to celebrate the win so…they’re drinking and we know that as long as Alex is drinking you won’t be.” Tobin said with a small smile as I frowned at both of them.

“That’s unfair.” I said as they grinned at me.

“It’s only a matter of time until Kelley finds her way here so…”

“I hate that you’re right.” I mumbled as they both grinned at me. “Let me get her up and dressed and shit.”

“Glad you see it our way.” Christen said as I flipped her off before slamming the door shut. I turned and walked back into the room as I saw Alex snuggled up into the pillows. I smiled softly as she continued to sleep away. I decided to let her sleep a little bit as I started getting our stuff together so we would be ready to leave later. I took a quick shower and got dressed before finishing packing up my stuff.

Once I made sure all our stuff was put together, I made sure she had clothes and stuff to wear for the day before checking the time. I had maybe another 20 minutes before someone comes to bother us again. I set some water and medicine on the bed side table for when she was awake. Then, I walked over to the bed and laid down next to her. I nudged her a little and smiled when she started to wake up.

“Morning Love.” I said as she opened her eyes and stared at me with a blank look before a small smile covered her face.

“Morning.” Her voice was raspier than usual which caused me to melt just a little inside. I watched as she glanced around. She had shut her eyes and turned her head burying into the pillow a little. She was most definitely hungover.

“How you feel?” I asked joking as she turned and frowned at me. I grinned at her as her frown turned into a scowl. I don’t think she was finding the same humor that I had in this.

“My head hurts.” She groaned as I nodded my head.

“I assume it would…you definitely drank at least three times your body weight yesterday.” I said as she sent me a small glare. “There’s some medicine right there for you.”

She turned her head before smiling a little. She reached over and took the medicine I left and popping the pills in her mouth before drinking some water. She downed the water before looking back at me with a small pout. I opened my arms leaning back against the headboard before she crawled into them. She rested her head on my chest as I wrapped my arms around her.

To be honest, I am a little surprised that she isn’t like throwing up or some shit. I scratched her back a little as I watched her try to fight sleep. I knew I probably shouldn’t let her go back to sleep but she was so damn adorable.

“Alex…” I said softly as the forward looked up at me. “You need to go shower and get dressed. We have to go soon.”

“No…” she whined burying her head into my shoulder. “Sleep…”

“We’re gonna go get food.” She gave me a small look as she seemed to weigh if food was worth getting up for. Ultimately, her empty stomach must have won out because she stood up grabbing everything I had left for her and headed into the bathroom. I chuckled to myself a little bit as I went on my phone looking at social media.

I had a shit ton of new followers and had been being praised for my performance during the tournament. I loved the attention I was getting for my skills, but I was also vaguely aware of what people would be saying about my family and about my relationship with Alex. I wasn’t expecting her to kiss me, but it wasn’t unwelcome. I love her and I don’t really care who knows it. I want the world to know she is mine and I am hers.

I keep forgetting that not everyone is aware that she and I are married. At this point, I don’t know how everyone will react considering no one was really a part of our decision to do that. Obviously, I predict that most people are going to be upset and have hurt feelings. In my defense, I hadn’t anticipated Alex straight up proposing to me. I don’t regret the decision though. I know how hard it must have been for her considering everything that happened with Servando. He broke her heart in the worst way. Anyone would be lucky to be with her and the fact that I get to do that with her for the rest of my life…well I am one lucky son of a bitch.

I glanced up when she exited the bathroom. Her hair was damp, but she was fully dressed. I smiled slightly knowing she looked good. I mean…I picked her outfit so obviously she was going to look good. She moved around the room putting her stuff away and making sure everything was packed as I continued looking through social media.

Once she was done, she came over and laid on the bed with me. She pulled me closer pressing her lips to mine. I melted into her as she grinned into the kiss. I leaned my forehead onto hers as we stared into each other’s eyes.

“Thank you.” She said softly as I smiled at her a little.

“For what?”

“Taking care of me. Giving me medicine. Helping pack my stuff. Just being here I guess.” She said as I kissed her again.

“You don’t need to thank me for those kinds of things.” I said as she tilted her head a little. “Alex…I’m always going to be there for you. No matter what the situation.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I thank god that I have you.” She said as I leaned forward kissing her again.

We spent the next few minutes discussing what was going to be happening the next few days before we heard knocking on our door. I stood and walked over towards it pulling it open.

“Hello!!” Kelley said walking in with a giant grin. She had a drink her hand and honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised. “It is a beautiful day and we are World Cup Champions!”

“Have you been cleared for your concussion?” I asked as the defender faltered a little sending me a small glare.

“Not important.” She said as I frowned in disapproval. Alex also had a small frown on her face.

“Kelley you need to go to the doctor and stop drinking.” Alex said as I nodded my head. “Don’t make me call your girlfriend.”

“That’s cruel first of all…but fine I will go to the medical staff just to get everyone to shut up.” She rolled her eyes before exiting the room.

“I really worry about her all the time.” I said as Alex nodded her head. Alex stood and came towards me giving me another kiss.

“She’s going to drop one day I swear…”

I nodded my head as my phone dinged. I had a text from Christen telling me that they were all going to meet downstairs for brunch. It was more of a command which had me rolling my eyes.

“Want to get some food?” I asked Alex who nodded grabbing her phone. She intertwined our fingers pulling me towards the door as we headed down to meet up with everyone. It didn’t take us long as we found our friends and took seats with them at the restaurant at the hotel we were at.

“It doesn’t feel real.” Lindsay said as I nodded my head. It didn’t feel like we had just won the World Cup.

“Well it is! We won the world cup! World champions.” Sonnett said with a grin as I smiled at their excitement.

“I’m just excited to go home. Those beds aren’t as comfortable as mine is.” I said as everyone nodded to that.

“Amen to that.” Pinoe said as she took a sip of her drink. We continued eating and talking as we just enjoyed the time that were getting right then. I knew we had to leave soon and most of us were excited to head back to the states. I haven’t really thought about how different things are going to be when we get back.

“You know you guys are really the talk of the team, right?” Ash said looking at Alex and I as I frowned. “Your kiss apparently melted hearts around the world…”

I looked to Alex who had a slight tint to her cheeks indicating that she was blushing. I smiled and leaned over kissing her cheek. She grinned at me as she rested her head on my shoulder.

“Y’all melted my heart…” Mal said as I laughed at her. I turned when Kelley entered the room. She sat down next to Allie and Tobin and grinned triumphantly at all of us.

“Just so you assholes know…I am cleared and fine and ready to continue the celebrations.”

“Good. I’m glad that you get to drink still…” I said sarcastically as she flipped me off.

“I am healthy as can be…so suck it…” she said as I chuckled

“Sorry for being concerned about your health.” Christen said as I nodded my head along with the forward.

“I would prefer you didn’t die before we get back to the states…I mean I think it would be cause for an international incident.” Becky said as most of us laughed.

We continued eating and chatting about how hectic the next couple of weeks would be with having to do so much media. The consensus was everyone was super excited about the ticker tape as well as the ESPYs. Alex was nominated for an espy as was the whole team. I don’t want to sound cocky but given how we did this summer I would say we are a shoe in. So is Alex at this point.

Eventually, we all were done and headed back up to our rooms to do some last-minute packing or cleaning up. We then gathered our stuff as we exited the hotel and got on the bus to go to the airport.

“Look what I found…” JJ said as she passed me the world cup trophy. I grinned and gave it a kiss as Alex smiled at me. I winked at her as I passed the trophy back to JJ who then started passing it around to a bunch of other people.

The ride to the airport was short as we then waited to get on the plane. I was sat next to Alex who had been passed the trophy. She was cuddling it as the camera came up to her. I laughed at her calling the trophy a best friend as we then boarded the plane not long after that. The ride was going to be about 11 hours, so I was hoping to get a little bit of sleep.

As predicted, everyone had started drinking again including Alex. I drank a little bit but not nearly as much as the rest of them. There was no way I was going to try to catch up to Pinoe and Kelley because they are straight up hammered. Alex wasn’t completely hammered but she was definitely getting there. Sonnett too.

The flight seemed to pass by quickly especially when you consider how much fun we were all having. I got Alex to sleep for a little bit so she wouldn’t be a mess when we got to New York. I had also found pretty good conversations with Christen and Becky. Christen had joked with me about Pinoe telling everyone about Alex and I being married which had only started to make me slightly paranoid. Damn her.

“We’re home!!!” Sonnett yelled as the plane came to a stop. I chuckled when Lindsay hit her on the leg trying to get her to sit down. Mal and Rose just both were laughing at them as Tierna had her phone out filming the whole encounter. I shook my head at them deciding I didn’t want to get involved in their antics.

It took a little bit for us to be allowed off the plane as there were a ton of media outside. They wanted to get through all the boring stuff so that we could just leave after we got off. I glanced out the window seeing all the cameras set up and knowing that it was all for us. It was an odd thought.

“Nervous?” I turned towards Ali who gave me a soft smile.

“I don’t get nervous.” I said as she raised an eyebrow at me.

“Do you really expect me to believe that?” I smiled and shook my head. We both knew it wasn’t true.

“It’s different than when we left. I feel different.” I admitted causing the defender to give me another soft smile.

“Sweetie…you are different…what you have been through since we left is unimaginable.” I nodded my head knowing she was right. We had all been through so much since we left. We shouldn’t expect to be completely the same.

“I don’t know if I am ready for everyone to know everything about me.”

“(Y/N) you’re one of the strongest people I have had the privilege of knowing. I don’t actually believe that you would let anyone, or anything bring down your spirits at this point.”

“Yeah.” I nodded my head as we were told we could start exiting the plane. It didn’t take us long as we took a group picture. I grimaced as I continued watching Alex down drinks. Though, watching Pinoe literally pouring alcohol down her throat was slightly amusing. Eventually, we were able to leave as we were off to do a little media. I had got sent with Kelley which was both great and an utter nightmare.

“This is so much fun. Stop complaining.” Kelley said as I chuckled at her bright personality.

“I’m not complaining.” I said as Kelley rolled her eyes. We had just finished all the media we had to do for the day. We were going to meet some of the other girls. Alex was included thankfully. I thought doing media was bad for me, but it was an actual horror story for her. I wouldn’t want to be in her shoes.

We were escorted to where the other girls were. I know Christen and them were here, but they were staying away from all the girls who were being rowdy. Something about needing a break. I mean…that’s fair. Kelley had left me to go change into a swimsuit because of the pool and needing a tan. I smiled when I spotted Alex sitting talking to Crystal and Sam. I came up behind her and slid into the spot next to her throwing my arm around her. She jumped a little but then grinned at me.

“Welcome to the party” Crystal said as I smiled at her.

“You’re not going to change?” Sam asked as I shook my head.

“No. I’m content to just watch everyone.” I said as they all groaned.

“Get into the excitement.” Sam said as standing up. “You need to get on my level,”

“I might die trying to get to your level.” I admitted as she shrugged heading towards the pool.

“You good?” I asked Alex who nodded her head. She gave me a kiss as Crystal got up to go talk to Pinoe and Krashlyn.

“I missed you.” Alex said quietly as I raised an eyebrow at her.

“We were separated for a few hours.”

“Too long.” She said as I chuckled.

“I don’t know how you’re going to survive when we go back to our clubs.”

“Ugh…don’t remind me.” She said frowning at me as I kissed her again. “I won’t survive.”

“You will. We’ll be okay.” I said as she nodded.

“I know but doesn’t mean I will like it.” I nodded along to her statement.

“I don’t expect you too.” I said as Kelley came out yelling about wanting to be in the pool. Alex got up to go hang out with Kelley as I searched for Christen. I grinned when I found the forward. She was lounging talking to Tierna, Becky, and Tobin. I joined the group as they all smiled at me.

“How was your media?”

“Boring.” I replied quickly getting amused smiles in return.

We all sat talking for a little bit. The rest of the day was seeming like it was going to pass by quickly. As everyone seemed they were going to be wanting to leave, I quickly pulled Alex aside.

“I want to take you somewhere, but we need to be alone when we go.” I said as she nodded her head. I don’t think she knew where I was taking her, but I know she knows I am serious about needing to be alone.

It took a little bit of effort to get everyone to let us go on our own but eventually we were able to sneak off as I dragged Alex into a jewelry store that wasn’t too far from our hotel. Alex’s eyes had immediately been filled with realization upon us entering the store. She grinned at me as we both started looking for what we wanted for our rings.

We had already discussed prior to leaving France that we would get rings for each other as soon as possible. I knew it was something that we didn’t necessarily need, but I know it would mean so much to be able to wear them. Like I said, I want everyone to know she’s mine.

“I like this one. What do you think?” I looked at the one she had put on as I smiled and then looked at her. I found myself admiring at the fact that she was even my wife. I was getting to buy rings for my wife and I.

“I think it’s perfect.” I said staring at Alex who blushed before telling the woman who had been helping us that it was the one, she wanted. It didn’t take us long to find my ring because to be honest I wasn’t that picky. The ring I got complimented the one Alex had got so…that’s all that really mattered. We had agreed that we wouldn’t wear them in public just yet until more people knew. I give it a day before she forgets, and everyone knows. I don’t know how funny she thought it was when I told her that though.

After we left, we made our way back to the hotel. We had a big day tomorrow. GMA and more media to do. I knew it was going to be exhausting for her and so she needed to get some rest tonight. It didn’t take us long to get into bed and to fall asleep. The travel and activities were starting to really weigh on our bodies. I could definitely feel it in my body at least.

The next day was another bright and early morning as we got ourselves ready to go to GMA. I could tell everyone was super pumped and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t somewhat excited about it. It didn’t take us long to get there as we did the little group interview before we were all pulled away from each other again to go off and do our respective interviews. Once again, I ended up with Kelley. She was a little more tolerable which was a blessing.

The day was long, and I knew the next day was going to be even longer. We had the ticker tape parade in the morning as well as getting keys to the city. Then, we had to get on a plane and go to the ESPYs immediately after that.

The media seemed to drag on as we finally got back to the hotel. Kelley had immediately abandoned me to go talk to her girlfriend on the phone. Alex was gone still doing media which sucked but I understood completely. I groaned when my phone started ringing as I entered my hotel room. It was an unknown number as I furrowed my eyebrows and answered it.

“Hello?”

“(Y/N)” I froze immediately closing my eyes. I recognized the voice, but it still felt strange to hear it. “Are you there?”

“How’d you get this number?” I asked immediately trying to stop myself from freaking out.

“A friend…I don’t want to cause issues I just want to talk.” She said as I swallowed the lump that was trying to form in my throat.

“We have nothing to talk about.” I said as I heard her sigh.

“I know you want nothing to do with me or anyone in this family…I just want to talk to you or maybe see you if you would allow that…”

“Why should I? After everything I’ve been through recently…”

“It’s not fair of me to ask you…but in my defense I had no idea dad was going to do that.” She said as I nodded my head. That’s convenient.

“Yeah…well that doesn’t change anything. He still went on national television and said what he said…do you know what it feels like to be called an abomination by your own father?” I asked her knowing she could never relate to my situation.

“Look…I know you’re upset, and I wish I could change things. I miss you. I miss having you in my life. I have kids now and I know that they would love to know you…I don’t know when the next time you’ll be in LA but I would love to see you. Just think about it okay?”

“Maybe…” I said as I heard her sigh into the phone. I bit my lip wishing she would get off the phone. “I’ll let you go now. If you decide that you would like to see each other, this is the number you can reach me at. Just shoot me a text.”

“Okay.” I said as I waited for her to hang up.

“Goodbye I love you.” She said as I nodded my head a little and tried to ignore the pain in my chest at her saying she loved me.

“Goodbye.” I said as I hung up and tossed my phone on the bed. I stood for a moment thinking about everything that was going in my head.

On the one hand, I would love to see my sister. She was the one that used to make me feel most comfortable when I was younger. She didn’t turn her back on me until the very end. She still turned her back on me though. Would I have made the same decision though? Where would I be if she hadn’t done that? I don’t like to consider what my life would be if things had been different. My life is perfect the way it is now. I have a beautiful wife and some great friends and an overall amazing family of my own.

I know in my heart that all of that stuff is enough for me. I know I am content regardless of if I see her. The curiosity is killing me though. What could she possibly want besides just seeing me? If its money, I really don’t have any. I have nothing that she could want. Maybe she really does just want to see me.

I jumped slightly when the door opened and in walked Alex. She looked tired as she looked at me and immediately stopped and adopted a concern gaze.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as I frowned.

“Nothing. Why do you think somethings wrong?” I asked defensively as she gave me a weird look.

“You’re crying.” She said as I brought my hand up to my face. Sure, enough I had tears going down my face.

“Fuck me…I am fine.” I mumbled as she frowned coming closer to me.

“What happened? Talk to me.” Her concern only seemed to grow as she sat next to me.

“My sister called.” I said knowing there was no way to keep it a secret. “She wants to see me the next time I am in LA.”

“Did she say why?” she asked with a confused expression.

“No…just that she wants to see me.” I said nodding my head as Alex shot me a more confused look.

“Are you going to go see her? Do you want to see her?”

“I don’t know…I mean I want to know what she wants but I just don’t know…”

“You don’t have to know right now…think about it. If it’s something you want to do, then you should go. If not, then don’t do it.” She said as I nodded my head. She’s right. “I’m with you no matter what.”

“I know. I love you.”

“I love you too.” She smiled kissing me as I smiled into it. Just as things were starting to go somewhere there was banging on our door.

“Alex! (Y/N)! Open the door! EXPLAIN THESE GODDAMN RINGS!” Allie’s voice traveled through the door as Alex grimaced. I shot her an amused look as she scowled at me.

“I fucking knew it…” I grinned getting an eye roll from the girl.

Well…time to explain being married to everyone.

To Be Continued…

#alex morgan imagine #alex morgan imagines #alex morgan #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt #loving her #story

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ATEEZ Reaction: S/O being really anxious

*Trigger warning*: DO NOT Read this if you’re uncomfortable with talks about mental health, anxiety, eating disorders and depression in particular or if you feel like this could trigger you in any way. Please take care of yourselves.

Angst

Gender neutral

Whining ahead: Since temporarily moving to Korea, my anxiety and depression have been through the roof and I don’t know how to fix it anymore. I don’t know anyone here and it feels like all the other international students have already made friends and I feel left out because I naturally take a really long time to warm up to people in order for me to feel comfortable around them. I’m scared of leaving my room and my anxiety levels are high constantly. I feel like I’m constantly watched and judged and I feel misplaced like I’ve never felt before to the point where I wish I didn’t wake up anymore. I don’t know what’s freaking me out exactly and I don’t know why I thought I could do this since I’ve had mental health issues for many years now. I know I have to endure this until I get back home again so I’m not suicidal but I’ve had a really hard time here. I’m scared of leaving my room to go eat because I’m scared my housemates are gonna judge me for whatever reason. This has gone to the point where I’ve starved myself for a whole day because I was too anxious to leave my room. I feel like every shop employee is judging me for everything. The uni where I’m studying is so huge and confusing and I’m scared of being the only foreigner in my classes. I feel like I’m going insane so I wanted to write this to distract me for a little while. Sorry that this is so angsty and dramatic but I had to get that off my chest.

Seonghwa

‚Seonghwa?‘ You’re voice was merely a whimper.

‚What’s wrong, baby?‘

‚It’s getting worse again, could you come over?‘

- He didn’t need to hear more

- you were sitting on the couch, eyes wide open with worry, fidgeting with your nails, when he arrived

- he immediately put his arms around you

- you could feel his warmth and his steady heartbeat

- after a few moments Seonghwa looked you in the eyes and told you to breath with him: in for 5 seconds, out for 7 seconds

- after that you were able to calm down a little bit

- you spent the rest of the evening cooking together

Hongjoong

Did you eat today, babe?

- This simple text from Hongjoong made your anxiety explode: right you haven’t eaten anything all day, you have to eat. But what? You didn’t want to go outside, not today. But you’re fridge was empty, what were you supposed to do? you needed to buy food bt you couldn’t leave the house because your anxiety was so bad today

- in the end you decided to lie to Hongjoong, you sent him a ‚sure‘ back

- he responded with a ‚don’t lie to me‘

- of course he knew you were lying, so he showed up at your place 20 mins later with some Tteokbokki and his cute smile

- after he greeted you with a sweet kiss, he got two plates and made you sit down at the table

‚You feeling better now?‘

‚A little‘ you smiled, it was nice knowing that someone cared

Yunho

- you were in class, supposed to be dividing up into groups when everyone around you was already in a group

- that was it for your anxiety: no one wants to work with you, what if it was something you said? What if they all secretly hate you and laugh about you behind your back, maybe you should just drop out, but what would you do then? Probably nothing, cause your mental health destroyed everything

- after about 5 minutes your teacher noticed you weren’t in a group so he just randomly put you in one

- you felt everyone staring at you, it was horrifying

- after that class you immediately went home

- Yunho knew something was up when you didn’t respond to his texts the whole day so he decided to drop by your place after his schedule

- you didn’t realize you missed him until he was standing in front of your apartment

- you told him how bad your anxiety was today and he listened to everything you had to say

‚These thoughts that you’re having are just thoughts you know? That’s not the whole reality. And also you’re not on this earth to please the people in your class… You know I love you right?‘

- the whole thing didn’t seem so severe after you talked it out with Yunho

Yeosang

- Yeosang knew the four character long password to your house and also to your room, he wanted to surprise you with his visit

- what he didn’t expect was to see you in fetal position on the floor, shaking and breathing unsteady, having a full on panic attack

- he dropped everything he was holding and tried to put you in a sitting position

‚Y/N? It’s going to be okay, I’m here alright? Can you breath with me?‘

- he made you take a few deep breaths with him

- after you had calmed down a bit you two cuddled in your bed, first he was the big spoon, after a while you requested to be the big spoon

- while you were cuddling you talked to him about what was making you so anxious

- at some point Yeosang wanted to show you some of his favorite calming songs (some of my personal favorites: Coldplay - O / Oktoba - Chance / Before you exit - clouds)

- listening to these songs and having him around made you feel more okay

San

- San asked you out to dinner in the morning, you panicked all day

- you knew he didn’t wanna cause any discomfort for you but it made you anxious: what if you couldn’t find the restaurant, what if you had to wait a long time for San and then people start looking at you, what should you order that you felt comfortable eating around so many people, oh god there would be a lot of people at the restaurant right? You felt extremely uncomfortable around that many people, what if San didn’t have time to walk you home and you had to walk home by yourself, what if there was a burglar waiting for you around the next corner, it surely would be dark outside when you two finished at the restaurant

- all those thoughts were running through your mind, it was overwhelming

- so you asked San if you could just cook something at your place and he obviously agreed, it was much more comfortable that way

- he brought all the ingredients for some pasta, which you both loved

- you spent the evening making a mess in the kitchen, kissing in front of the overflowing pot of pasta water and just making jokes

- a little later you told him about your anxiety

- San was a little shocked when you told him but he reassured you that you could always tell him when you were feeling anxious

Mingi

- it was a miracle you actually got out of bed today

- you told yourself you had to eat, starving yourself was not an option anymore, so you ventured out into the world

- you decided on buying some Kimbap from the convenience store, everything was fine

- until the shop assistant looked at what you were buying and then scanned you from top to bottom with his eyes

- was there anything wrong with your face? Did you look so depressed? They were definitely judging you

- you practically ran out of the shop after paying, heading straight home

- when you looked at yourself in the mirror at home you couldn’t see what the shop employee was staring at which only made your anxiety worse

- having a full fledged panic attack you somehow managed to call Mingi on his phone

‚Babe, are you okay?‘

‚No… I’m uh... having… a panic… attack‘

- honestly Mingi was really freaked out when you told him that

- after a moment he remembered you telling him that he could help you breath very deeply, you two had only faintly spoken about your anxiety and Mingi hadn’t witnessed you having a panic attack

‚Okay babe, now you need to breath very deeply with me okay? Breathe in…1…2…3…4…5 and out…1…2…3…4…5...6…7… Do it with me again!‘

- breathing deeply like that helped you regain control

- in the evening Mingi showed up at your place with some camomile tea and some lavender oil, apparently he read online that these things are supposed to feel you calm

- after that incident he was so sweet and thoughtful towards you, even more than he already was

Wooyoung

- it was a new semester at your new uni/school, this one was much bigger than your previous schools

- at one point you needed to print something important so you went looking for a printer, you knew it had to be on this floor somewhere

- after 30 mins of walking around the same floor you where completely freaked out, all the other people where staring at you like you were dumb or something, this was bad

- but you couldn’t ask people where the printer was because then they thought you were stupid and that also involved social interaction which you avoided at all costs

- so you hid in the toilets

- after panicking in there for about 10 mins you texted Wooyoung

- he replied: ‚I have a break in 15 minutes, meet me at the entrance‘

- he knew you needed help when you were anxious like that

- as soon as he met you he took your hand and guided you to the floor the printer was supposed to be on

- when he couldn’t find it, he just asked a student that was sitting in the hall

- for Wooyoung everything seemed so easy, you admired him for that and you told him that

‚Not at all, but I just freak out at different things, everyone has these moments.‘ and he gave you a little smile

- he invited you to dinner later, where you talked everything out, it really calmed you down

Jongho

(I love this look on him sm)

- you had to go to the embassy to take care of something

- problem was it was on the other side of the city and you had to change trains a bunch of times and also walk a bit and just the thought of getting lost made you sick with anxiety

- so you texted Jongho if he had some time to come with you

‚You’re lucky, we finish early today. Will be at your place in 1 hour‘

- knowing Jongho was gonna be with you eased your mind a little

- even if you got lost you had him, even if the people at the embassy looked at you weird, he was gonna be there with you to help you

- you were safe with him

- he held your hand all the way to the embassy and squeezed it occasionally when he noticed you got too into your anxious thoughts

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Apple Pie & Spooky Box

I’ve put this request on hold for the longest time bcs I didn’t know how to write it so shoutout to the anons who gave me ideas for this request!! ❤️

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Connor knew you were stressed out with university. You have been working your butt off to complete all your assignments; pulling up all-nighters in the library almost every day and frequently not having proper meals. The only times Connor saw you was when he came to the library to check up on you; practically forcing you to eat with him because he knew you weren’t eating well.

Other than that, Connor barely saw you because you hated to be distracted around him and you needed to focus 110% for everything.

He knew you needed to ace everything; that was always a priority for you when it comes to education. You always wanted to make your family proud of you and you had big dreams of starting up your own business as soon as you get that degree.

He loves how determined and hard-working you were but at the same time, he hated how much you pushed yourself to the limit. There were a few times when you fell ill during exam season because your body was just drained out and Connor spent 20 minutes lecturing you for over-working yourself then he proceeds to take good care of you until he was sure that you were all good.

He wanted to do something nice for you. After all, you deserved it after putting yourself through that torture. So, when you told him earlier in the week that your last submission was today and you wanted to do something nice with your boyfriend after unintentionally avoiding him for about a month; an idea struck in Connor’s head.

iMessage to Baby ❤️✨: come over today? We can hang at my place xx

iMessage from Baby ❤️✨: sure thing bubs. I’ll come by around 5 xx

Connor has never baked in his life before but he figures he could finally try it out; knowing very well that you would enjoy it. So, he calls his mom up for his grandma’s famous apple pie recipe then headed out.

He stopped at the mall first to get a couple of things for the little surprise he wanted to give you. He stumbled across this tweet last night on how to make a spooky box for your girlfriend, and when he saw it; he just knew he had to do one for you.

He went into different stores; looking for items that were Halloween-themed. He bought candies, fuzzy socks, fall-scented candles, bath bombs, face masks, a bunch of cute hairbands you would use while wearing face masks and some makeup products. He ended up buying more than he expected but he always did love spoiling you a whole lot.

After that, he headed for the supermarket to get the ingredients he needed to make the apple pie before heading home.

xxx

You pushed the door open to Connor’s apartment and stepped inside. You made sure the door was locked, slipped out of your boots as you made your way deeper in his place.

“Con?” You called.

“In the kitchen, babe!” You heard him yell from inside.

You dropped your belongings by the couch and headed to the kitchen; where you found your boyfriend in an orange onesie, with a bunch of ingredients spread out on the counter top.

“Uh, bubs?” You ask, laughing as you took in his appearance “Why are you wearing that onesie? I thought you said you hated that shade of orange, no?”

“It’s the fall season!” He cheered, making his way over to you and pressing a quick kiss to your lip then pulled away “Hi, baby. Submitted your last assignment?”

You nodded, sighing in relief “I’m so glad that bitch is out of the way… I can finally take a breather and relax a bit”

“That’s good to hear” Connor smiles “I thought it would be fun to have a bake night to get your mind off your uni work and I asked my ma for my grandma’s apple pie recipe… You up for it, love?”

“You’re the sweetest, babe” You cooed “That sounds like tons of fun so, yes I’m definitely up for it”

“Good” He answered “Now, your onesie is waiting for you in the bedroom. Get your cute butt in there and change into it, please!”

“Do I really have to?”

“Yes!” Connor gave you a playful glare “No excuses, missy. I’m in the fall mood right now and you have to be too”

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes playfully “You’re lucky I love you, Brashier!” You said teasingly as you headed out of the kitchen.

“I love you more, sweetheart!”

“Okay, what do we start with according to grandma?” You asked, standing next to him; dressed in the matching onesie as Connor.

Connor had the recipe opened in his word document; scrolling down to where his mother highlighted ‘steps’.

“I’ve already peeled the apples so I can go ahead and chop them up… Can you mix the dry ingredients and sugar for me babe?” He asked.

You nodded and went ahead to measure out the correct amount of flour, sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg then sifting it into a large bowl.

Noticing Connor was too focused on chopping the apples perfectly, a mischievous smirk formed on your face as you took a handful of flour out from the bag.

“Hey, Con?” You asked innocently.

“Yeah, hun?” He asked, dropping the knife and turning to you just as you hit his face with the flour.

You giggled as he rubbed the flour from his eyes, then an offended look appeared on his face.

“Sorry” You said innocently “My hand slipped, baby”

“Oh, I’m sure it did” Connor smirked as he reaches for the bag of flour “You’re going to pay for that, babe!”

You screeched, running out of the kitchen as Connor trailed after you; laughing.

“You’ll never get me!”

“Oh, we’ll see about that!”

You two continued to run around the living room for a few more minutes and when Connor notices you slowing down, trying to catch your breath; he caught up to you, grabbing your hand as he spun you around and throws the flour in your face.

“Connor!” You whined, wiping the flour off your face.

“You started it, babe!” He laughs “And you’re cleaning that up” He motioned to the flour remnants on the floor and on the wall behind you.

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes playfully “Now, we’re even. Time to get back to baking, Brashier”

You two headed back to the kitchen and to continue baking the apple pie while listening (and occasionally singing out loud) to a playlist Connor created of all the songs that reminded him of you and the relationship you two had. He was so cheesy at times and even though you teased him about it, you secretly loved it.

An hour and a messy kitchen later, the apple pie was baking in the oven and you already called for pizza delivery. As much as having apple pie for dinner sounded delicious, you were starving and you knew it was going to be enough.

“I want to give you something” Connor announced as you two were in the middle of cleaning up the kitchen.

You hummed in response, looking up at him confusingly “What is it, bubs?”

He grinned in return “You’ll see! Just close your eyes, babe and no peaking!” He said before running out of the kitchen.

Connor came back with the box not too long later and you stood by the island; elbows pressed against the marble top as your hands were already covering your eyes.

Knowing that he was already back in the kitchen, you went ahead and asked “What’s with the surprise, baby?” You giggled “It’s not my birthday or our anniversary, you know”

He slides the box over to your side, smiling as he answered “I don’t need to have a reason when I want to give you something, honey. Open your eyes”

When you remove your hands from your eyes and found the box of goodies before you, you were lost for words.

“Connor…” You said softly, eyes trailing over the various products in the box “You didn’t have to do this for me. This box must have cost a lot”

He reaches for your hand and rests his hand over yours “Hey, look at me” He ordered lightly as you looked into his eyes “You’re my girlfriend” He smiles softly, “You have been stressing out over university lately and I just wanted to do something nice for you, babe”

“You’re the sweetest man ever, Connor Brashier” You sighed happily as you walked over to his side and wrapped your arms around him; pressing a kiss to his clothed chest “Thank you for the spooky box, bubs but spending time with you is already enough for me”

“I’d do anything I can to make you happy, honey” He grins as he rubbed your back softly “By the way, I bought a tub of ice cream earlier to eat with the apple pie”

“You literally do know me” You giggle against his shoulder “Now, I see face masks in that box… We’re gonna put some on while watching Netflix”

He nodded instantly “Deal, babe”

You spent the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch; having pizza and apple pie for dinner, catching up on your favourite show and putting face masks on for each other.

Nights like these with Connor were your absolute favourite and it was so much better than going out to some fancy restaurant.

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okay w o w I actually wanna do this with my non-existent boyfriend

#connor brashier #connor brashier x reader #connor brashier imagines #requests

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thewritewolf · 4 years

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Eating Habits Chapter 11: A Dupain-Cheng Christmas

Marinette and Adrien move into their new apartment, but they aren’t there for long before heading over to spend a few days at the bakery for the holidays.

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Marinette wandered around the apartment that she had spent the last few months living in. Somehow, she had expected it to look bigger now that it was empty again, but instead it just made her wonder how she hadn’t noticed how tiny it was. With the excitement of living on her own faded away, the apartment’s flaws were huge and glaring. The faster she would be out of it, the better.

Just outside the door, Adrien was leaning against the wall on his phone. He looked up at her and smiled when he heard the door close and lock behind her. He fell into step beside her as she marched down the stairs.

“How’s it feel to see it for the last time?” He reached for her hand and wove his fingers between hers. “Nostalgic? Relieved?”

“A little nostalgic, but mostly relieved,” Marinette admitted with a shrug. “I didn’t make a lot of positive memories there, so leaving it behind isn’t that rough. Then again, it is my first place away from home, you know?”

Marinette turned to look at Adrien and saw the understanding in his eyes. Suddenly she wanted to smack herself in the forehead. Of course he knew! He’s been away from home for years now. If anyone could understand, it was him.

But to her surprise, he nodded and said, “Yeah, leaving the bakery was an… interesting time for me too. There is always something sweet about spending the night there.” He pressed a kiss against the crown of her head. “It isn’t the same without you, of course.”

“Something ‘sweet’, huh? Was that a pun, kitty?” She tried to ignore the way her heart fluttered - she couldn’t tell if it was from joy that he called her home his home, or from pain that he never saw his childhood estate as home.

“Maybe it was just a happy coincidence. Some Christmas magic in the air!”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Speaking of Christmas, are you ready to spend a few days at the bakery?”

“Definitely! It’ll be nice and cozy and full of life.”

“And someone will finally be making food for you rather than you cooking, for once.”

“I do like taking a break every now and then. But I’m more looking forward to you getting a proper, home cooked meal.”

“And here I thought getting a special lunch everyday from my wonderful boyfriend counted as a ‘proper’ home cooked meal.” She looked up at him and smiled, watching with satisfaction as his face flushed. He was such a flirt, but he never was good at taking what he dealt out.

The conversation drifted through Christmas plans and promises to find time for their friends. It touched briefly on the upcoming semester, but they wisely avoided dwelling on it for too long. Marinette had only just finished the fall semester after all. She wanted to revel in her break without a care in the world for just a little longer.

They arrived at their new apartment just as the movers began unloading. An hour later, and the empty space was taken up with boxes of things. Marinette looked around at the boxes, her smile slowly turning into a frown as she noticed a unifying theme with the storage containers.

“Hey, Adrien? Where is all of your stuff?”

“Um…” His eyes roved the room quickly before settling on a few tucked away in the back. He stood beside them and let his hand rest on them. “This is it.”

She glanced between him, the five or so containers all stacked on top of each other, and then at the two dozen or so boxes of hers scattered around the room.

“I… I don’t really have a lot.” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I have some games and a collection of movies, but I gave most of that away back when I moved into the bakery. I don’t have a huge wardrobe anymore either. I guess I just… never really got much for me? Besides some pots and pans, I guess.” He shrugged, an uncertain smile on his face.

Again, Marinette looked at the boxes holding all her things. It wasn’t just the bare essentials, things necessary for her to survive from day to do. They were memories. Hobbies. Studies. The things that turned survival into living. She was suddenly gripped by a piercing sadness in her heart. A little teary eyed she turned back to Adrien, who was looking down at his stack of things with a thoughtful expression, fingers drumming on the plastic lid.

“It’s fine, really. I’ve never actually needed much and it does help cut down on stress while moving, so there is definitely a bright side to-” He was cut off when Marinette ran into him, arms clinging tightly to his waist as she buried her face into his chest. After a few surprised moments, he returned her hug.

“Don’t be afraid to take up space, kitty,” Marinette said into his shirt. “Let yourself live, okay?”

“Thanks, lovebug.”

After a little longer than strictly necessary, Marinette let him go and looked around at the boxes, frowning. “So… where do you want to start?”

Before he could respond, her stomach growled.

Adrien laughed. “Sounds like a plan. Let me just-” Adrien groaned when he opened the refrigerator, only to find it empty. “...How about some grocery shopping?”

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“Are you sure you’ve got all that?” Marinette watched him dubiously as he walked out of the supermarket, each hand holding three or four bags of groceries. “Both of my hands are empty, you know.”

“Oh, right. That’s a good point. Give me a minute.”

Absently, Marinette held out her hand while she opened her phone, expecting him to pass her some of the bags. She blinked in surprise when he started holding her hand instead. Her eyebrows rose when she saw that he’d simply moved all the bags into his other hand.

“Adrien that’s not what I-”

“Come on, let’s go make our first dinner at the new place!” Adrien rushed forward, dragging her along with him as he broke into a light jog towards the bus station.

Marinette couldn’t help but laugh at his ridiculousness. It wasn’t even a full day that they’d been living together and she was already loving every moment of it.

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After a week of unpacking, Marinette and Adrien finally had their apartment set up and functional… only for them to immediately leave to spend a few days at the bakery. Each of them carried a suitcase in one hand and held onto each other with the remaining free hand. They chatted as they walked through the snowy streets of Paris on the way to the family bakery, Marinette cuddling closer as the icy wind picked up.

“Look on the bright side, bugaboo,” Adrien said with a kiss to her temple. “It’ll be nice and warm and perfect when we get back to the apartment. We can just relax for the rest of your vacation.”

“Our vacation,” Marinette corrected. “The bakery isn’t open much around Christmas either, and I’m sure papa and maman won’t be giving you many shifts there while we’re getting settled in. Besides, it's not like being at my parents’ place is stressful or anything.”

“I suppose, but after a semester of running around and working frantically, I’d bet you just want to crash on the couch for a while.”

“You’re not wrong, but…” Marinette said as she squeezed his hand, “...spending time with the people I love is even better.”

She could see his teary smile as they approached the bakery, its lights reflected in his eyes. After walking out in the chilly late December air for the last ten minutes, the gentle warmth of the bakery was simply divine. And that was before taking a deep breath of the sugary air, a scent that immediately took her back to her childhood. It was as if she took the weight of the world off her shoulders and hung them along with her coat by the door.

“Marinette? Adrien? Is that you?” Tom’s voice called out from the living room. Soon enough, his giant self was emerging through the door frame, his face lighting up when he saw them. “Sabine, it’s the kids!”

Marinette had a brief glimpse of a garish red and green sweater before becoming lost in it as she was picked up off the ground and wrapped into a great big bear hug. Laughing, she squirmed in his arms.

“Papa! Let me down!”

Begrudgingly, he did so and looked at Adrien, giving him a strong pat on the back that jolted him forward. “Did you remember to dress for the occasion, son?”

“Did you think I would forget?” Adrien said with a smirk, taking off his coat to reveal a thick red and black wool sweater that Marinette had made for him a couple years back.

Tom glanced toward Marinette, who was wearing a matching green and black sweater. To everyone else, it would simply be a pair of Christmas clothes, but Marinette had known even back then how much Adrien loved wearing her colors. And if he was going to be wearing hers, then naturally she’d be wearing his.

“That’s wonderful!” Tom said, grinning. “I didn’t expect any less. Now come on, we were just about ready to make this year’s Christmas ornaments.”

They followed him into the living room, where Sabine was sitting with some tea in front of her. After giving both of them a tamer but no less loving hug, she passed them a cup of her seasonal brew. Marinette looked at the table, taking in the box of crayons, the blank glass bulbs, tweezers, and the two hair dryers. Not to mention a few more conventional art supplies, like brushes and paint. Her chin settled on her hand as she stared fondly at the supplies, a tradition that they’d been keeping alive for almost as long as she could remember.

A tradition that had evolved into something of a lighthearted competition once Adrien had entered the picture and they could split into even teams.

Her parents let them get comfortable in their seats and familiar with where everything was placed before Tom pulled out his phone.

“Same as usual, kids. One hour to make the most and the best ornaments, with the same grading standards from last year.” He waggled a finger at Adrien chastisingly. “Which means nothing that can start a fire hazard, alright?”

Adrien ducked his head bashfully and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“Alright.” Tom held up the phone’s stopwatch, his finger hovering over the enlarged start button. “Ready… set… Go!”

The four of them exploded into a flurry of motions, scrambling for crayons and bits of ribbon. Marinette became focused on what she and Adrien were doing, blocking out her parents entirely. The first ornament was very basic - the only crayons were some green and red and a bit of white. Enough to hand over to Adrien so he could start heating it up with the hair dryer, the longest part.

After she had several ornaments prepped with crayon color pallets, she began working on cutting tasteful amounts of ribbons to top the orbs with. Her hands moved almost by instinct, the long semester having seen more than its fair share of fabric cutting and measurements by eye. By the time she was done with that, Adrien had finished melting the wax of two of the ornaments and was methodically working on the third. The ribbons were quickly tied into a neat bow and she began delicately painting wintery scenes on the outside - white snowflakes featuring heavily alongside flowing script.

Once they got into a groove, they worked like the well oiled machine that they always were. By the time the hour was up, there were eleven finished ornaments in front of them. A quiet sense of pride filled her as she looked them over. Now that she wasn’t timed, she could enjoy how good they turned out. Maybe one of these years she could add them to her online store as a seasonal special?

She looked over at her parents’ side and noticed that they had managed to squeeze in an extra one somehow. After some playfully heated debate, they decide that everyone had won, though it had been especially close this year.

The Christmas tree was adorned with the newest ornaments, but Marinette didn’t manage to hang more than one before she got caught up looking at ones from previous years. Most of them would be given away to friends and family, but the best they kept. Whether it was because they were the highest quality or the ones that were the heaviest with memories, it didn’t matter.

Her fingers traced over a particularly old one, and a small smile warmed her face at the memories it stirred.

“Adrien’s first Christmas here, right?”

Marinette jolted a little at her mother’s voice appearing right beside her. The expression on her face must have been similar to Marinette’s own, eyes distant as if seeing back into that night, years and years ago, when the two of them had just started dating.

“Yeah… he made this one himself,” Marinette replied, turning back to the hung decoration.

It was pretty clear it had been his first attempt at anything like that before. The white and pink of the wax didn’t cover the inside completely and patches of bare glass were frequent. A stick figure with pigtails holding hands with a plain stick figure Adrien had promised was the two of them standing under a green splodge that she was assured was mistletoe. It wasn’t the prettiest thing he’d made - as the years wore on and he spent more Christmases at her home, he’d certainly gotten better - but it was always stayed her favorite.

Adrien groaned when he saw what they were looking at, his cheeks flushing as red as his sweater. “Do we really need to stare at that one every year? It looks awful!”

“It’s cute!” Marinette patted his back. “Little baby Adrien made that one just for me.”

Adrien grumbled and looked away, his blush spreading down to his neck. Mercifully, she let go of the ornament and walked away.

The rest of the night was just as eventful. They baked cookies and sang while they did it, ranging from peaceful lullabies to loud and off-key pop songs. Marinette didn’t realize just how much she had missed the home cooked pastries until she bit into one for the first time in months.

She has halfway through a plate when there was a loud noise from the kitchen. Her papa came out, his apron soaked, but still in good spirits.

“Something happen in there?” Marinette said, raising an eyebrow as she lifted another cookie to her mouth. She had to remember to leave some for Tikki or else she wouldn’t speak to her for a month.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear,” Tom replied. “The kitchen sink just needs some attention is all. Adrien, can you get the toolbelt? I think it’s time for us to earn our keep, hm?” He smiled and winked.

While Adrien left her side, she settled into the empty space he left and closed her eyes. She was glad she had a home to come back to - and she was happy that she could share hers with Adrien. A satisfied smile came to her face as she thought about their living space now, and how much better it would be now that they were living together again.

The snow started coming down hard outside, but wrapped up in a warmth that went beyond the physical, Marinette didn’t mind a bit.

#Miraculous Ladybug #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Adrien Agreste #Adrienette #Sabine Cheng #Tom Dupain #Christmas #my writing #ml fanfiction #Eating Habits #The Lucky One series

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gracefulperson · 5 years

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Throughout the Years

Summary: Lup and Barry fall in love over the stolen century. Friends with benefits to lovers (fuck me up fam)

Word Count: 2225

Warnings: mentions of sex

Year 13 - Barry

Barry felt terrible. The Light of Creation had fallen, but they had no idea where. They were stuck on this hostile planet. Every day clouds loomed over them and hailed sharp shards of ice. He needed to get away from the ship as soon as he could.

There was a break in the weather, and he took the opportunity to be alone for a bit. He said that he was going to study the plant life and ran out. Once he was about a mile out, he sat down on the ground, put his head in his hands and started crying. Everything felt so hopeless.

Barry felt a hand on his shoulder, and Lup dropped on the ground next to him.

“Goodness darling, what’s going on?”

Barry rubbed his eyes and looked at her. “Why did you follow me?”

Lup smiled softly at him. “Do you think that you’re the only one feeling cramped on that ship?” Barry looked away.

“I came here to be alone.”

Lup put her hand on his forearm. “I can be alone with you, then.”

A few more tears came out of Barry’s eyes, and Lup wiped them away.

“But as long as I’m here, you can tell me what’s going on.”

He dragged his sleeve across his face, wiping his nose.

“I just feel hopeless. I hate this planet, and we’re stuck here for six more months. We can’t even do anything to save it. We’ve been doing this for thirteen years now, and I just don’t see the point. Nothing can stop the Hunger. I miss home, but I know I’ll never come back.”

Lup put her head on his shoulder and looked at the field in front of them. When it wasn’t hailing, this planet was surprisingly beautiful.

“We don’t know what happens in the Hunger. We don’t know that our planet is gone. And yes, we haven’t figured out how to stop the Hunger yet. But it’s the apocalypse. It’s going to take us more than thirteen years to figure out how to stop it. And I can’t think of a better team to figure it out, especially with our science expert.”

Barry smiled, and Lup continued.

“You know, I never had much of a home. Taako and I were passed from family member to family member as kids. I miss some things about our planet, but to be honest, the ship with everyone feels like more of a home than anything I ever had. If I had to be with any six people, I’m glad it was you guys.”

He met her eyes, and in that moment, his heart stopped. He fell in love with Lup, right there, right then. She was so positive, even when everything was terrible. She was so kind, stopping when she saw him crying to help him. She was so funny, always making the crew laugh, even in the most dire situations. She was perfect in every way. She had said exactly what he needed to hear. Lup blinked, and continued looking at him. Barry mustered his courage to ask her a question.

“Lup, will you stay with me tonight?”

She broke the eye contact and looked at the sky. “Let me just - ” and she waved her hand, forming a bubble over them, protecting them from any incoming hail. She lay on the ground, and Barry lay beside her. She held his hand, and they stayed like that, talking until it was so late that they couldn’t keep their eyes open.

Year 16 - Lup

Lup was horny. She didn’t mind hooking up with the people she met on each new plane she was on, but she was on a lifeless plane this year.

On top of that, she was bored. The group managed to find the Light of Creation, but in retrieving it, there was an accident, and she was the only one who returned to The Star Blaster. She wasn’t completely alone - it had been Barry’s turn to watch the ship, so she still had some company. She saw the solution to her problem.

She went to the main deck, where Barry was sitting at the table, reading a book he had found in the previous plane.

“Hey there, nerd boy!”

Barry started, taken by surprise. He chuckled once he saw her.

“What’s up, Lup? Can I get you anything?”

Lup sat next to him.

“Actually Barry, darling, I was thinking I could get you something. A promotion.” He looked at her, confused.

“What do you mean, Lup? Are you planning a coup for next year?” She laughed.

“Oh no, Barry. That’s not what I mean at all. What if I promoted you from ‘nerd boy’ to ‘lover boy?’ What would you think of that?”

Barry blushed. “I - I really don’t think that’s necessary, Lup. I mean, I am the science expert onboard, I don’t mind, it kind of - ”

Lup cut him off. “Barry. This would be more than a titular change.” She put her hand on his thigh. “What would you say to taking off these marvelous denim pants and coming into mine?” She winked at him, and started bringing her hand closer to his crotch. Barry stood up suddenly, bright red.

“Lup - I - I didn’t know that you felt that way - I’ve wanted to tell you for - ”

She cut him off again.

“Oh no, Barry, please don’t misunderstand me. I’m here for a fun time, as friends.”

He looked at her, confused.

“Have you - with the others?”

She laughed.

“Usually I’m too busy to think about it. And as long as we’re on a planet with other people, I have no problem. It’s pretty perfect that it’s just us two here though, I wouldn’t want anyone else. Merle is obviously much too gross. Davenport would somehow find a way to report himself to HR, and though I have definitely considered her, I have come to the conclusion that Lucretia would act similarly. Taako is my brother, and Magnus is too much like a brother. The only one left is you, and here you are.” She smiled at him cheekily, and continued.

“There’s also very little to do here. No life to study on this desert planet, we’ve found the Light of Creation. What would you say to having a good time, just you and me?”

Barry started stuttering. “Do you - do you really want to do that, with me?”

Lup smiled fondly at him. “Oh, I didn’t mean to make you sound like a last resort, Barry. Those jeans are gorgeous, and I’ve thought of taking them off of you countless times.”

Barry stood still for a moment. Then he walked back to Lup, lifted her from her seat and started kissing her.

She pulled back. “Barold, I’m glad you’re as good a kisser as you are. Otherwise this year would be very awkward.” She threw her arms around his neck and continued kissing him.

Year 16 - Barry

Barry was in heaven and hell. The past eleven months had been simultaneously wonderful and terrible. He and Lup spent their days together, talking and laughing on the ship. They spent their nights together, fucking and cuddling. He had one more week to be alone with the woman he loved, one more week to be tortured because she didn’t love him the way he loved her. He had been close to telling her that he loved her so many times, but he always lost the courage. Everything was so good - he didn’t want to mess it all up. And she seemed pretty clear in that she thought of him as strictly a friend.

The sex was amazing. Barry had slept with people before, but no one compared to Lup. Everything was so intense. And holding her afterwards filled him with joy like nothing else ever had. He hoped that she would think his heart beating fast because of the sex, but it was because he was holding her, and he loved her so much. He wished that this torture could last forever. He didn’t want this year to end.

Year 17 - Lup

Barry and Lup had gone out to help some robots in town. They wanted to build trust in this community, and this seemed to be the best way. Lup had just finished fixing up a robot whose arm kept falling off. As she sent him on his way, with a fully functional arm, she saw Barry get shocked by the robot he was fixing. The robot cackled rambunctiously, and Lup joined in. She walked closer to the pair.

“What’s going on, Barold?”

“Not much, Lup. Just - ” Barry paused and his muscles tensed up. The robot laughed again, and Lup couldn’t resist chuckling. Barry smiled when he saw her laughing, and he continued working on the robot, despite the frequent shocks. While Lup laughed at Barry, she realized something. He kept working to help others, even when he got hurt. He did it with a smile. She put her hand over her mouth as she continued giggling. She loved Barry Bluejeans.

That night, it felt different. Lup was in bed, and Barry pulled back the sheets to join her. She smiled at him and crawled on top of him. Usually, their sex was fast and hard, and they had to restrain themselves from screaming. Tonight, everything was tender. They lingered over parts that they usually didn’t linger over. Their kisses, previously short and messy, were long and soft. Instead of grabbing each other, pushing and pulling to get into different positions, they caressed one another carefully.

When they came, it felt different. It was just as intense as other nights, but Lup felt complete. She was making love with the most wonderful man in existence.

She had no idea how to tell him.

Year 20 - Barry

Barry was sitting on the sand, watching his friends splash around in the water. Magnus was pushing huge waves of water at Lup, and she was retaliating with spells that hit him harder than any physical push of water could. Taako was surfing, and Merle, Davenport, and Lucretia were casually swimming along in the water.

Lup was laughing as she deftly maneuvered out of Magnus’ attempt to try and grab her to push her underwater.

“Back in a minute, Maggie.” She swam to the shore, grabbed a towel, and sat down next to Barry.

“Why are you looking so glum, Barold? Why don’t you come join us?”

Barry laughed nervously. He didn’t want to tell Lup the embarrassing truth - that he couldn’t swim. He forced a smile, doing his best to appear genuine.

“I’m perfectly fine out here on the sand. Don’t worry about me, go back to Magnus.”

Lup could obviously see through his lie, but she could tell he didn’t want to be pressed. She stood up and tousled his hair.

“As you wish, lover boy. I’ll see you later tonight.” And with a wink, she ran back into the water, rejoining the rest of the group.

Barry sighed. She was utterly perfect. Things had been different the past few years. One night on the robot planet, Lup started acting differently. It confused Barry to no end. Before that night, Lup would go back to her room after they finished having sex. She said it was because he snored, but he suspected that it was because she was just there for sex. They cuddled the year that they were alone on the barren planet, but that was probably because they were the only ones there, and being together at all times made them feel less desperately isolated. That night on the robot planet was just like a night on the barren planet. After they finished, she curled up next to him and placed his arm around herself. He was able to watch her go to sleep every night. He didn’t know why she changed, and he didn’t dare ask her. He was just grateful he could spend his nights holding her.

He looked over at her in the water and sighed. He stood up and started walking back to the ship. He needed to learn how to swim.

Year 30 - Lup

The concert had been a success. Lup looked over at Barry as the crowd cheered and applauded. He met her eyes and smiled. She couldn’t take the silence any more. She loved him. She had loved him for thirteen years, and she still hadn’t said anything. Their relationship had evolved over time. She knew he loved her back when he looked back at her, and squeezed her hand in between bows. She needed to tell him, right now.

“Barry, do you wanna go talk somewhere for a while?”

He looked back at her and smiled.

“Yeah.”

They ran off, not caring whether or not their duet was broadcast to the world. Only one thing mattered in that moment. They finally found a private room. Barry grabbed Lup’s face and kissed her.

“Lup, that was incredible. I - I can’t even begin to say - ”

She cut him off.

“Barry Bluejeans, I love you.”

He paused, then he picked her up and kissed her again.

“Lup, I love you so much. Fuck, I love you so, so much.”

She smiled. Suddenly, the upcoming years didn’t seem so scary. She had the love of her life with her, for eternity.

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nimarasnetherworld · 5 years

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Equals Seven

So this is a direct sequel to my previous one-shot Plus One!

(You can read this one-shot and my other Beetlejuice one-shots on Ao3 right here! )

Disclaimer : I have don't have a medical training and don't have any children so I'm sorry for any mistakes of non-sense!

Summary : Nine long months later, Delia finally gives birth to her baby.

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Delia’s pregnancy passed by as fine as it could have gotten. Sure, there had been crying, screaming, and also fear. The fear had been at its peak when the future mother had suddenly collapsed in Beetlejuice’s arms during her fifth month. But the doctor had told them that it was just exhaustion and that Delia needed to take it easy until her the end of her term. Easier said than done when you live with a teenager, a demon and two ghosts.

But there was also happiness, laughing and being a family. Because Delia’s pregnancy had had an effect no one expected, everyone got closer and they now felt like a real family.

Barbara had helped the life coach a lot. She had refused to tell her that Adam and her had lost a child not too long before their deaths. She didn’t want to stress Delia more than she already was. The dead woman had gotten significantly closer to the redhead. They had read books about pregnancy together and talked about how the house was about to become even more chaotic than was with the arrival of a baby. Adam had helped too in his own way, keeping Delia company while everyone else was out.

Beetlejuice’s behavior had been a surprise for everyone. As the pregnancy progressed the demon spent less and less time near Delia. Almost afraid to stand less than five feet away from her. Mostly locking himself away in Lydia’s room. Lydia on the other hand, had become more and more curious during the pregnancy. She spoke to her stepmom about what was going to happen when the baby would be here. The teenager was excited to become a big sister.

The future father was probably the most stressed out of all of them. Charles had become over-protective of Delia, which he already was, but this had gotten out of hand. He refused to leave the house, working at home. At one point, his wife had purposefully locked him out of the house, forcing him to go to the office. He had not been happy about it but understood that maybe he had overreacted. Of course, the “collapsing episode” did not help at all.

But the pregnancy was coming to an end. Thank god, thought Delia as she sat on the couch. She put her hands on her enlarged stomach. She didn’t think it was possible to become this big without exploding. She played with her necklace; a moonstone had joined her amethyst. It was a reputed stone for a good pregnancy. With all the crystals Delia had scattered around the house she clearly hoped at least one of them will help. A smile appeared on her face as she looked at the board, they had out in the living room.

Apparently, bets became a habit in the house. They had bet on if the baby was a girl or a boy. Delia, Beetlejuice and Barbara bet it was a boy and Charles, Lydia and Adam a girl. Charles and her had ended up deciding not to know before the actual birth. The other bet was on her due date. The doctor had told her it would be on March 22nd. Delia had trusted her doctor and bet on March 22nd as did Adam, Charles on March 19th, Beetlejuice and Lydia on March 20th, and Barbara on March 25th. Charles, Beetlejuice and Lydia’s names were already crossed out. And It seemed like Adam and hers were next. Apparently, her uterus was so comfy that the little human inside didn’t want to get out. The life coach sighed, rubbing her belly gently,

“I know you like it in here, but I’d appreciate if you’d come out soon.” She laughed slightly as she felt the baby kicking, “Your father and I are really impatient to meet you. The others too. Our family is a bit crazy. But I’m sure you’re going to love it. We’re lucky you know, to have a family who loves us. Your father is the most wonderful man I’ve ever met. The first one to actually treat me with respect. He loves you very much already. Even if he’s scared. We all are.”

She paused. The baby kicked again. Apparently, they liked her voice,

“Lydia, your big sister, is amazing too. She’s going to show you everything you need to know. And then there’s Adam and Barbara. They’re going to be the best aunt and uncle ever. They can’t wait to meet you. They’re not really your aunt and uncle but it doesn’t matter, they’re family. And then there’s Beetlejuice. He’s… weird. But I’m sure you’re going to love him too. He just needs some love. And his hair changes color it’s fun! I’m sure you’ll love that.”

The baby kept kicking and Delia hummed. The front door opened and Lydia and Charles stepped inside the house.

‘Hello you two!” she exclaimed happily, “How was school Lydia?”

“Boring as always.’ Said the teen, “I have another history essay to write though, so I’m going to see if Adam can help me!” she added, as she climbed to stairs.

Charles hung his coat before making his way toward his wife.

“Hi you.”

Delia giggled, “Hi.”

He kissed her lips and sat next to her, resting one of his hand above hers.

“How are you?”

“Fine. I just can’t wait for this baby to come out.”

“You and me both!” chuckled Charles, rubbing her stomach gently. “You didn’t feel anything that could indicate that labor was going to start soon?”

Delia sighed. She knew her husband was worried. Her due date was tomorrow.

“No. I mean my back is killing me but other than that nothing new.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, happy to have someone she could lean on, literally, to help her go through this exhausting journey. She had always wanted to be a mother. Her whish had never been so close to become reality.

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Later that night, all of them were watching TV. Adam and Barbara cuddling on one end of the couch, Delia and Charles on the other. Beetlejuice and Lydia were seating on the floor, munching on some pop-corn.

The weird feeling that Delia had felt in her back all day was getting worse. Pain was coming and going and she was started to ask herself if this was it. But she didn’t say anything, not wanting an unnecessary trip to the hospital. Plus, the she knew that she shouldn’t be worried about going to the hospital unless her water broke. The pain was probably nothing.

Suddenly, a sharp pain traveled through her stomach. That was new. She couldn’t help the small noise that escaped her. Immediately the five other people in the room fixed their eyes on her. Charles’s arm tightened slightly around her,

“Delia? Are you alright?”

“Yes! I’m fine. Sorry! I think I’m just going to go lay down a little bit.”

With the help of her husband she got up from the couch. She was at the base of the stairs when another pain ripped through her mi-section. But she managed to stay quiet. She began to painfully climb the stairs. Stairs shouldn’t even exist when you’re pregnant.

She finally arrived at the top. She paused for a moment. No pain. Good. Maybe she just needed to move a bit. Delia hesitated before deciding on taking a shower. She entered into the bathroom and quickly took her dress off before stepping under the warm water. Yes. That was definitely great.

“Oh god!” she couldn’t prevent the words from coming out as another pain took over.

She took a deep breath. These were definitely contractions. Delia thought about calling Charles, but decided against it. A quick shower couldn’t hurt. She was in the early stage of labor and she probably had at least a few hours before the baby showed up.

“And my water didn’t break yet.” She voiced out loud.

And that’s exactly when her water broke. The liquid came down in one big splash. Okay. So now they needed to go to the hospital. As fast as she could, everything seemed to take more time with a stomach the seize of a big watermelon, Delia finished her shower. Good thing she was actually in the shower when that happened. She quickly put a clean dress on and wobbled back downstairs. She was only five steps away from her goal when another contraction took over.

At her cry of pain, Charles immediately run at her side.

“Delia what’s going on?” he asked, trying to stay calm as he started to panic.

“My water broke. We need to go to the hospital.”

Silence followed her words and then… chaos. Charles panicked completely searching for the car keys as Lydia bolted upstairs to get the bags they had prepared. Adam and Barbara helped her get to the front door and Beetlejuice stayed rooted on the floor, looking at the life coach with wide eyes.

At one point they finally managed to get to car. Lydia decided to stay with the Maitlands. She would meet her sibling once they were born. Delia watched them wave as Charles started the car, taking them to the nearest hospital.

Delia focused on her breathing. The contractions were stronger now. God, that ten minutes’ drive was going to be a painful one. Next to her, Charles was pale, gripping the wheel with so much force that his knuckles were white. he broke the silence,

“Are you alright? You seem pretty calm.”

“I’m terrified.” Muttered Delia.

It seemed as if she only truly realized now that they were going to have a baby. She was going to give birth to an actual human being. That was crazy. And she was terrified.

Charles chuckled, “Yeah me too. But everything is going to be fine. You’re going to be an amazing mother Delia.”

“And you’re going to be an amazing father. You already are.”

They finally arrived at the hospital and they were immediately taken to a delivery room; ready to finally met the human they created.

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11 hours. Delia had been in labor for the last 11 hours. She was red and sweaty, pushing the best she could. Charles was next to her, supporting her head and murmuring words of encouragement in her ear.

“Come on Mrs. Deetz! Once last push and this baby should be out.”

The life coach took a deep breath and pushed with all her might. And the baby came out.

“Good job!” exclaimed the mid-wife, putting the little human on her mother’s chest. “It’s a girl.”

Delia let out a cry of joy, tears in her eyes. She had done it. They had a daughter. She turned toward her husband,

“A girl Charles! We have a daughter!”

“Yes, we do.” Muttered Charles, his vision blurry because of his tears.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss on Delia’s forehead.

The mid wives took their daughter back so that they could wash her properly.

A few hours later, after a phone call to the house to announce the good news to the others, Charles was seated in the hospital chair by Delia’s bed, their precious little bundled in his arms.

“We’re so happy your finally here little one.” He cooed gently, “Your mother is very tired,” he looked up at Delia who was fast asleep, “She’s an amazing woman, you’ll see. Her name’s Delia, but you’re probably going to call her mom. I’m Charles, your dad.”

He paused for a moment, “I’m very happy you’re here. I already have a daughter, Lydia. She’s going to be an amazing big sister. I made a lot of mistakes with her. I’m probably going to make a lot of mistake with you too. But I promise to do my best to be here for you when you need me. I just hope… you’ll let me in.”

Charles was surprised to see his daughter opening her eyes. They were big, blue eyes. But he could already see specks of brown in them. She was going to have the same eyes as her mother. Charles gently stroked her cheek with one of his fingers. Yes. Everything was going to be fine.

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Three days later, Delia and her daughter were finally able to go home. The moment they arrived home, Barbara, Adam and Beetlejuice rushed to meet the new addition to the family.

“Oh, Delia, she’s beautiful.” Said Barbara watching the baby taking her new surroundings in.

“She really is. Congratulations to you both.” Added Adam.

“Why is she all red and wrinkly?” asked Beetlejuice

Charles chuckled, “She was born only three days ago. It’s going to take a few days for her skin to be normal.”

“Come on! Tell us her name!” said Lydia impatiently.

The teenager had already met her sister when she visited them at the hospital two days ago.

“Hey true! You never told us her name!” exclaimed Adam.

Delia and Charles looked at each other.

“Everyone,” began Delia, “meet Olivia, Emily, Barbara Deetz.”

She immediately saw Barbara’s eyes filled with tears.

“You… You named her after me?” the ghost quietly asked.

“Yes. I mean you help us a lot. Around the house, with Lydia and you helped Delia during the pregnancy. It just… felt right.” Said Charles gently.

“I... I don’t know what to say!” Barbara gave a watery-chuckle, a huge smile on her face, “Can I hold her?”

“Of course.”

Delia carefully transferred her daughter into the blonde’s arms, making sure that Barbara could actually hold her despite being a ghost, before letting go of the baby.

“Hi Olivia. I’m Barbara” muttered the dead woman, her eyes fixed on the little girl in her arms.

Delia watched with amazement as each members of her family gathered around Barbara to meet Olivia. Charles wrapped an arm around her shoulders bringing his wife closer to him. The life coach smiled; she finally had a family. She was happier than she had ever been.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice musical #delia #delia deetz #charles deetz #barbara maitland #adam maitland #lydia deetz #fanfiction

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glenncoco4 · 5 years

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The One (Ch. 21)

A/N: It's about damn time!

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They make their way from the beach, up the stairs to the sidewalk. As they begin to walk to their bus stop they hear a loud boom again and then the rain starts to fall. Deeks starts to run for shelter but he stops, mesmerized by her.

She's looking up at the sky, taking in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the storm. He can't believe that just after one date, he thinks he's done. It's crazy he knows that, but the time that they've spent together since meeting last night has been what he's been looking for his whole life. The way she makes him feel is nothing short of extraordinary. He hopes he makes her feel the same.

He thinks he's done for now but when she turns to him, giving him her biggest smile, he can't help but feel wrong about his thoughts a few moments ago, because now he knows without a doubt that he's done for sure. That she is most definitely it for him.

He knew it then and he most definitely knows it now. She's the one for him. Looking at his sleeping companion, bathed in the morning sunlight. "So beautiful." He says in a whisper as he gently moves the strand of hair from her face, pushing it behind her ear.

She feels a tingling sensation on her skin. The one that always comes from his touch. Slowly, she opens her eyes and is met with two gorgeous ocean blue ones that belong to the man of her dreams. "Morning, babe." She says smiling, leaning up, bringing her lips to his.

"Mmmmm." He moans. "Good morning, beautiful." He says before pulling her back in for another kiss. "Happy Graduation Day!"

That's right, after 4 long and treacherous years, she's finally graduating college. So many study sessions, late nights, exams and the best thing to come out of it was meeting this beautiful human being laying next to her. Ever since that night they met two and a half years ago they've been attached at the hip. When they weren't in class or at work, they were together. Paddle boarding, surfing, going out to dinners, movie marathons, parties that she wouldn't dread going to because now she had him by her side. She's so glad her roommate forced her to go to that party all those years ago, because that night eventually led her to this, lazy Saturday mornings, cuddled up in their bed in their apartment. She smiles, remembering the day he asked her to move in with him.

They're standing on the balcony of his apartment, watching the sunset. She's standing against the railing with him behind her, his arms wrapped around her. "Hey, baby?"

Leaning back in his embrace, she turns her head slightly so that she can talk to him a little bit easier. "Yeah?"

"Your lease is up next month, right?" The thought has been running through his mind for some time now and with her lease being up soon, now seems as good as time as any to bring it up.

She's a bit disappointed that he hasn't asked her to move in with him. She told him about her lease being up a few months back, figuring that would give him enough time to work up the courage and ask her, but apparently it hadn't been. "Uh, yeah. Now that you mention it, would you maybe go with me to look at a few places next weekend?"

"Sure, but, Kens, I think I may have already found you a place."

She's both hopeful and curious."Really? Where?"

He knows that they're both ready for this, they've been ready for this for awhile now, but he hasn't had the courage to ask because a part of him was afraid that she may reject his offer. Standing here now though, with her wrapped in his arms, he realizes that he has nothing to worry about. They love each other and have for a long time now. And the thought of having her here with him all the time just makes him feel content. "Here." He says, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.

"Here as in..." Finally! She thinks to herself. She knows that this is where she wants to be. Hell, she practically lives here anyway.

"I want you to move in with me."

Turning around in his embrace, she wraps her arms around his neck, stands on her tips toes and gives him a sweet kiss. "It's about damn time."

He gives her that smirk that's only reserved for her. She's right, it's about damn time.

Bringing her hand up, she runs her fingers through his golden locks. "Thank you. I didn't think I'd ever get here."

He gives her a look like please. "Are you kidding, Miss Magna Cum Laude?"

She gives him a bashful smile.

"I'm so proud of you, baby." Pulling her body closer to his, giving her a hug, he kisses the top of her head.

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When her name is called, a loud noise sounds as she walks across the stage, accepting her degree.

She doesn't know how he pulled it off, but one Marty Deeks had snuck an air horn into the gym.

"THAT'S MY BABY!" He yells after blowing the horn.

Her pearly whites shine bright when she hears him. She didn't have many people in her corner but the one that mattered the most was there and she couldn't help but be deliriously happy about that.

Once she starts to walk off stage, she looks across to where the offending noise had come. Not to her surprise her eyes meet with the radiant smile that belongs to her boyfriend. The love of her life. She couldn't help but return a smile. He's always supported her, encouraged her, and has been her biggest fan.

He meets her eyes, mouthing, 'I love you."

As she descends the stairs, she beams back, mouthing, 'I love you.'

When the ceremony wraps an hour later, he make his way to meet her. Their eyes lock from across the corridor of the gymnasium, they smile as they walked towards one other. Nothing at that moment seems to exist other than them. Reaching each other, he wraps his arms around her in a strong bear hug, lifting her in the air. "I'm so proud of you, Kens." He says, kissing the side of her head.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she giggles when he picks her up. "Thank you." She pulls back just enough to give him quick kiss.

He carefully sets her down and takes hold of both of her hands with his. "Alright, my lady, we have reservations at 5 and then I have a surprise for you."

"Babe, I already told you that you didn't have to get me anything."

Letting go of her hands, he wraps an arm around her waist, guiding her out of the gym towards the truck. "Oh, don't even go there, Blye." He places a soft kiss to her temple. "I've had this planned for months. So just humor me will you?"

With both her arms wrapped around his waist, she squeezes him tight. He's too good to her. "Fine. But when you graduate next week and I get you a gift, I don't want to hear anything out of you, mister."

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Their dinner was delicious, he loved just sitting there spending time with her but in a few minutes the sun would start to set and he had plans to keep intact. He quickly hurried her to his truck so that he could get the ball rolling.

Sitting in the restaurant's parking lot, Deeks pulls out a blind fold. "Do you trust me?"

She smiles, nodding. "With everything."

He gently ties the piece of cloth around her head and starts to drive to the destination where her gift is. About 20 minutes later they arrive, he quickly hops out of the truck, running over to the passenger side to help his blindfolded love out of the vehicle.

Slowly he helps her out of the truck and as soon as her feet hit the ground, she could tell where they were just by listening. "Why are we at the beach?"

Smirking, he places a hand to her lower back to leads her to their final destination. "You'll see, Princess."

They slowly walk the path and when they reach the shore, he stops them in their tracks.

"Okay, you ready for your surprise?"

"Uhhhh, duh."

"Okay, baby. You can take off your blindfold now."

Slowly, she takes off the piece of cloth and what she sees leaves her breathless. They're at their spot on the beach, where they spent that first night getting to know each other and right in front of her, kneeling down on one knee is her boyfriend, holding a ring in his hand.

Smiling with a hopefulness in his eyes, he reaches out with his free hand, grabbing hers as he confesses. "Kensi, baby, from the first moment I saw you I knew you were something special. You were and still are an enigma to me every single day and that's one of the things I love most about you. I don't know what I did to deserve you but I will spend every breath I have showing you how much you mean to me everyday. You are the bravest, toughest, most loving, caring, beautiful, and generous person I know. I love you with everything that I am." He takes a brief pause, trying to collect his thoughts. "I told you on our first date that in the 16 hours that I knew you that I wanted to spend as much time as possible with you." Taking a shaky breath, he wills himself to continue. "But what I didn't tell you is, that in those 16 hours I was already head over heals in love with you. Every moment I've spent with you has only made me love you that much more. So, if you'll have me, I would very much like to spend the rest of my life loving you and being loved by you. Will you Marry Me?”

Holy crap! Is all she can think in her shocked state. Everything that he just said, has her heart racing like wild horses. Tears glisten in her eyes at his words. She gives him a water laugh, nodding. "Yes! Absolutely! Yes!"

He quickly jumps up, hugging her with everything that he has, pulling back he leans down a gives her kiss filled with desire, but more than that, love. "Yes? You said, yes?"

"Of course, you doofus." She shakes her head in disbelief.

He lets her out of his embrace and takes the ring out of the box. Grabbing her left hand, he places the ring on her finger then brings her hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her delicate finger. "Perfect."

"Perfect." She repeats, smiling as she admires her new piece of jewelry and then turning her attention back to her fiancé. "I love you and I want you to know that at the end of our first date, I realized something."

He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her in close. "Oh, yeah. What's that?"

She places her forehead on his. "That I was already in love with you, too."

#Densi #Densi Fanfic #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #What if?#The Final College Years #NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic

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you-andthebottlemen · 5 years

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51 - An Original. High school, small town gossip, a pregnancy scare and saying ‘I love you’ for the first time.

HAPPY RELEASE DAY!!!!!! What do you think of The Balance? Please let me know! I’m so curious about other people’s reactions to it.

Anyway here is a fic that’s been in my drafts for a while. It is unrelated to the album lol but just thought I should post something to mark the occasion!!

So here’s one based off a Gossip Girl episode of all things....don’t know, just watched it and immediately thought of a young Van living in Llandudno and having this shit go down. Also slightly inspired by Rango???? Enjoy!

Send me a request if you have one!

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Living in Llandudno was hard enough without the draining and frankly stupid lack of privacy. Being a close-knit community meant everyone knew everyone and everyone’s business was everywhere, all the time. Plus, the town’s people had a huge predisposition for gossip. You’d managed to stay outside of all this for most of your life. However, it all changed when you’d started dating Van McCann. He was known as a bit of a troublemaker, bit of a rebel. He wasn’t bad or anything, just a cheeky young lad who didn’t always follow the rules and liked to make his own fun. Though for you, that was all a part of his charm. But Van’s charm didn’t mean that you were untouched by your occasional occupation as a topic of Llandudno’s rumour mill.

Almost everyone knew Van; his extroverted yet easy going personality made him stand out and with the added bonus of being in a band (which he’d never shut up about) he stood apart from your average skinny white kid. People loved him; he was pretty much friends with everyone at school and around your age. He was a little different but was kind and anyone who took the time to know him knew he had a heart of gold. He was funny and witty and had an instant appeal to him that no one could quite put their finger on. He was intelligent too, though this wasn’t always immediately recognisable. Mother’s hated him at first; he was cigarettes, leather jackets and late nights. Someone you didn’t want your daughter around. But they too would fall for his charm eventually. Father’s also saw him as trouble but the sort of trouble that remined them of their own youth’s back in the day. And besides, everyone loved his parents, Mary and Bernie McCann, so Van’s recklessness was never taken too seriously.

The details of your relationship with Van were often misconstrued by gossip amongst other kids at your school; sometimes you weren’t even aware of what was being said until someone was brave enough to say it to your face. This wasn’t an uncommon thing for couples to have to deal with, but it was definitely made worse by Van’s high profile. Whether that be rumours Van had been seen with another girl, flirting with someone else…though this never bothered you as you knew Van had a flirty nature but was more loyal than a Labrador. Or stuff about him up and leaving with his band and leaving you behind. Not to mention the initial shock of Van dating the ‘good girl’ and all the whispers it stirred. You were a rebel now too it seemed. You and Van just let it be though. You knew what was what, and that was all that mattered. It was all just talk.

The worst rumour though, was yet to come.

………..

“I think I’m pregnant.”

The sentence hit you in the chest like a kick.

“What?” you questioned.

“I’ve missed a period. I never miss a period,” Hannah anxiously whispered through the phone.

“Have you done a test?”

“No, I’m too scared.”

“I’ll go get you one. See you at yours in an hour. It’s okay Han,” you replied, feeling sick to your stomach.

You were only 17, Hannah 16. You felt terrible for her, scared for her and extremely nervous. After you hung up the phone, you called out to your mum that you were heading to the shops and then bolted to the pharmacy. Your headspace was cloudy and panicked, you didn’t give a second thought about buying the pregnancy test for your best friend. You didn’t consider who saw you or what they would think. All you thought about was Hannah, who was waiting in tears for you at her house.

Once you arrived, Hannah let you inside and you went straight to the bathroom. Her face was white as a sheet and her eyes rimmed red from crying. You opened the box and read the instructions to her; her hands were shaking too much to do it herself.

“Does Aaron know?” you asked through the door as she did the test.

“No.”

The timer was set on your phone and the two of you sat and waited in silence, your arm wrapped around your teary friend whose head was rested on your shoulder. When your phone finally dinged after the longest five minutes of your life, Hannah’s head lifted. Your heart lurched.

“You do it, I can’t,” she said, turning away.

You went into the bathroom nervously and looked at the test. An enormous breath escaped your chest.

Not pregnant.

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The next day at school, you noticed people looking at you for a few seconds too long or turning to whisper to their friends as you walked by. Self-conscious thoughts ran through your mind and you constantly fixed your hair or picked for any food stuck between your teeth.

After weaving your way through the corridors full of whispers and side-glances, it was a relief to see Van and Larry leaning against their lockers laughing and mucking about as usual.

“Hello love,” Van smiled, and brought you in for a kiss.

He smelt both smoky and minty; a scent that had quickly become one of comfort to you. He slung his arm loosely around your shoulders and then continued talking to Larry. You fit easily tucked under his arm as if you were always meant to be there and his body was warm against yours even through your uniforms.

“Mornin’,” you mumbled contentedly.

“I was just tellin’ Larry lad here that…”

You listened in a daze as Van spoke, happy and calm by his side. The three of you stayed this way until Benji arrived and the bell rang for your first class.

Later in the day over lunch, you met up with Hannah who was now back to her usual high spirits. When you found her, she pulled you aside and off down a quiet hallway before any of the boys saw you.

“What’s going on?” you asked, confused as you thought all the secrecy was over.

“We have a problem,” she said seriously. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Katie’s mum saw you get me that test, told her now Katie’s gone and spread it round.”

Your stomach dropped. Katie was an absolute cow. She loved stirring the pot and this bit of information would have made her feel like she’d won the lottery.

“Fuck.”

“You can’t tell anyone it was for me, y/n,” Hannah pleaded. “I don’t want Aaron to know. Or my parents.”

You promised her again you wouldn’t, but you felt anxiety build inside you. That’s why everyone was being weird earlier; they thought you were pregnant. Suddenly, your mind snapped to Van. Did he know? Or was he blissfully unaware? If he heard from someone else that you were pregnant, and not from you, he’d absolutely flip. Not that you even were pregnant though. Fuck. You wanted to throw up just thinking about what people were saying to each other or worse, to Van.

“I’m so sorry y/n,” Hannah whined.

“It’s fine. I should have been more careful, gone to a pharmacy elsewhere. I wasn’t thinking.”

You searched for Van, wanting to get to him first and explain but you couldn’t find him or any of the boys anywhere. They’d probably skipped lunch and the final class of the day which meant he might not have heard anything yet, hopefully. You spent the remaining hour of class feeling absolutely nauseous.

Once the bell rang and school was done, you headed to Van’s house to try and find him. Mary explained with a thick eye roll that Van and his band had gone off with Bernie overnight to play a last-minute show a few towns over. Though he had promised to be back for school the next day. The confrontation would have to wait. You were surprised he didn’t tell you he’d left, but you weren’t mad. Van was easily tunnel visioned when it came to the band. She offered you a cup of tea, but you declined and gave Little Mary a quick cuddle before leaving. You loved that tiny dog to bits. On the way home, you stopped by the fish and chip shop. The lady behind the counter looked at you like she had a bad smell under her nose. Great.

……….

As you arrived in school that morning, you instantly wanted to turn around and head home again. If the rumour hadn’t spread across the whole school yesterday, it definitely had now. People stopped speaking as you walked past, pointed at you, all of it. You wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. But you had to find Van.

Standing beside Van’s locker was a group of boys you vaguely knew from class.

“Seen Van?” you asked.

“Looking for your baby daddy are ya y/n?” one teased with a smirk.

“Shut up Owen. It’s not true,” you hissed angrily.

“Courtyard,” one of the others commented between laughter.

With a nod, you b-lined your way outside. You stood just out from the doorway and scanned the crowd. Quickly, your eyes landed on Van who had obviously seen you already and was blustering through the hordes of students on the other side of the courtyard. You could feel the eyes of at least 20 people around you, burning into your skin but you ignored them and focussed on the brown-haired boy heading straight towards you. He stared at the ground and his face held a look of determination. You felt scared and frozen to the spot. What did he think? What had he heard?

Before you could say anything, Van spoke.

“I love you y/n. Whatever happens, I’m here. Whatever you wanna do or not do, I’m gonna be there. I’m in love with ya and I’m not gonna let you down.”

His voice was breathless, but he spoke with conviction. Van’s words reverberated through your head. This was not what you thought he was going to say. He knew, someone had told him. He thought you were pregnant. You were too shocked and dazed to take all of this in and think of a comprehensive response. You knew people were staring at the two of you, waiting for the next chapter in the story to spread amongst their friends.

“I’m not pregnant,” you replied bluntly. Van’s face changed; he looked both confused and pained.

Your fight or flight response kicked in and you just had to leave. Run away. You pushed past Van and bolted out of the courtyard. Tears began to spill from your eyes and as you walked quickly away, your head hung in shame and embarrassment. He said he loved you, for the first time. But obviously he was only saying it because he thought you were pregnant. He couldn’t love you. But regardless, he’d said it and you walked off. You knew somewhere deep down that you loved him too, but you couldn’t think about that right now. What the fuck had you just done.

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Van’s parents owned a small Bed n’ Breakfast in town. It was not unusual to find him there running amuck. He hadn’t been answering his phone or replying to texts and wasn’t at home or any of his usual haunts. Larry hadn’t seen him either. You were panic stricken and felt sick; something you’d become accustomed to over the last few days. After a sleepless night, the BnB was your last stop. You entered through the reception, hoping to find someone who could tell you where Van had gone.

Through the glass panes on the door, you saw Mary and Bernie in there sorting through paperwork and invoices. You took a deep breath and opened the door. They both looked up when you entered, and their faces melted into looks of sadness and sympathy. While this wasn’t great, it was better than the looks of disgust or disappointment you usually received and that you received from your own mother the night before. She knew the rumour was just that, a rumour, but her advice was to break up with Van and have nothing more to do with it. That was something you were not going to do. You had to fix it.

Undoubtedly, Mary and Bernie had heard too. Probably through friends or acquaintances or whoever they’d seen about town. Maybe Van had told them the real story. This stung. You felt terrible for causing two of the loveliest people you knew, embarrassment and shame and dragging them into a drama they definitely would not have wanted to surround their son. Teen pregnancy wasn’t going to help his reputation, whether it was real or not.

“He’s upstairs love,” Bernie told you softly.

You nodded a thank you and dashed away up the staircase. The BnB was classically decorated, dark wooden floorboards and white linen sheets. Simple and comfortable. You slowly walked down the first-floor corridor, looking for any open doors or signs of Van. Soon enough you reached the end and heard the soft sounds of Van’s acoustic guitar through the walls. Nervously, you pushed the door open.

Van was laid out on the bed, his back leaning against the wall and his guitar in hand. He was wearing his usual ratty jeans and a t-shirt, but looked like he too, hadn’t slept the previous night. When he heard you, he didn’t look up, just kept playing a slow tune. Maybe a new Catfish song, you thought.

“Meant to be putting in clean towels,” he mumbled.

“Van…”

You walked over and tried to sit beside him on the bed, but he didn’t move over for you. Instead, you perched yourself on the end awkwardly. He looked boyish and young, his hair falling into his eyes. He’d been crying. This broke your heart.

“The test was for Hannah,” you said simply. He stopped playing.

“So, you never thought you were…?”

“No.”

Van put his guitar aside, leaning it against the bedside table. He tucked his legs under him and sat cross-legged facing you, then pulled his hands anxiously through his hair.

“This town plots fuckin’ thick stories,” he muttered more to himself than you.

“That could be a lyric,” you smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments. Your heart was beating fast and Van’s quiet behaviour was frightening you a bit. You’d never seen him like this before.

“I’m sorry that everyone’s been talking Van…what they must think of us…”

“Doesn’t matter y/n. I don’t care ‘bout rumours, you know that.”

After giving him a small nod, you sat cross legged also and reached for his hand. He let you take it but still wouldn’t look in your eyes.

“This one was something else though…” you continued.

“You didn’t say it back y/n. You fuckin’ ran away.”

Van sounded heartbroken. His voice was low and strained, you could hear the pain and disappointment in it.

“But you only said that because you thought I was pregnant? That you’d be stuck with me and a baby all at 17…”

“What? No!”

Van’s eyes whipped up and met yours, finally. He gripped your hand tight now.

“It was bad timing I know…but I meant what I said. I love you.”

You couldn’t help but let your bottom jaw drop slightly. Hearing it a second time made it sink in. Your brain whirred like a bunch of cogs finally oiled and spinning again.

“I guess when I got told about everything, the baby or whatever, it made me think about my future in a way I haven’t had to yet. Yeah, the band, but you an’ me. I want you in my future y/n.”

You moved closer to him, making the bed creak loudly as you did so. You knelt in front of Van, cupped his soft face in your hands and slowly moved in for a kiss. His breath was hot on your skin and you could almost feel his heartbeat buzzing, just like yours was.

“I love you too, Van McCann.”

The words felt natural and right as they rolled off your tongue. Van kissed you hard, hitting his forehead against yours in the process, teeth knocking together. None of it mattered though, it was the most romantic and passion filled kiss you’d ever shared.

“So…how about we get to work on making that rumour real?” Van winked.

“Oh god,” you laughed with an eye roll before kissing him again and descending beneath the sheets in a room that you definitely shouldn’t have been in.

#catb #Catfish and the Bottlemen #van mccann #catfish #larry lau #benji blakeway #fan fiction #fanfic #fanfiction #van mccann fanfiction

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