#when he mentioned his therapist i cheered so loud

[yanderenightmare]

Mahito x darling

TW: NSFW, noncon, psychological torture, Mahito in and of himself

fem reader

Mahito is so scary because you're the only one who sees him. 

You can't tell your friends, you can't call the cops, you can't even discuss it with your therapist for fear of being committed. 

You're all alone with him – half the time convinced you’re going insane.

He doesn't even need to kidnap you. Why would he? He likes your cozy apartment. To see you in your natural habitat with all your personal trinkets. Your books, your decorations, the contents of your fridge, your makeup, your clothes, not to mention the soft warmth of your bed…

Sure, his sewer has its charm, but you probably wouldn’t like it there very much. Not that it would stop him, but he’s sure you’d be boring if all you did was stay cooped up there all day. 

This is much more interesting. To be there when you come home from work, having trifled through all your belongings, dragged everything out – made a mess like a new puppy would. To watch you try to cling to your sanity, going about life, trying to live it normally even when he’s right there on your sofa wanting to dish about how much you loath your pissy boss or that loud neighbor and what fun it might be to kill them.

You brush him off as intrusive thoughts – a manifestation within your mind. That’s the only explanation that allows you to keep your wits with you.

But it’s become hard to bring anyone home. Even though others can't see him, he’ll walk about your friends and the odd date and comment on all the things they do, ridiculing them when they say something cheesy, feigning puking before giving it away with a snicker, then asking you why you bother hanging out with them at all. And you wonder if that’s what you really think… why else would a figment of your imagination say something like that?

No. You decide. He doesn’t represent your thoughts. He’s just… a roommate who knows no boundaries. 

Funny enough, you don’t really recognize that he’s any dangerous before you’re getting dressed after a shower, opening a drawer on your dresser you rarely look in – only to find it overfilled with dozens of tiny shrunken heads.

You scurry back on the floor with your hand clasped over your mouth until your back meets your bed – skin crawling. There’s no air left in your lungs from the shock to produce any such thing as a scream – so instead, you start heaving – then crying.

“Oh – I was wondering when you’d find them!” A cheer is heard from your bedroom threshold.

Your eyes pan to look at him – or it. Mahito, with a big grin on his face – clapping as though impressed by your performance.

“Wh-what – what is this?” You splutter, trying not to throw up – casting shifty glances over at the lump that had fallen to the floor – its face twisted with agony, unrecognizable, but you think you still knew… “What have you done?”

It doesn’t smell of rot, but something else – like unwashed clothing – sweat and piss and shit – you don’t understand how you hadn’t smelled it before. You don’t understand how you hadn’t heard it before – the moaning, though only in hoarse weak voices, still there, in a chorus, crying in pain.

“I’ve been studying them.” He says – casually, padding across the floor before bending down to pick the one up.

He looked at it with disappointment, throwing it up and catching it like one would a baseball – then clicked his tongue. 

“But I must say you’ve got boring taste… I don’t feel like I learned much of use from any of them at all.” 

He drops it to the floor in a fleshy splat, and you cringed anew – wanting to crawl away, wanting to get out, to call the police – maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to be committed – maybe there was something genuinely wrong with you…

Mahito doesn't share your concerns, though. He’s got his mind on other things. 

“I think I’ll learn better through practice.”

You don’t realize what he’s talking about before you’re being lifted up on the bed and then pushed down against it.

His lean but muscular frame has you dwarfed as he crawls after you – caging you between his arms and legs.

“I wouldn’t mind the floor, but I’m sure you’d prefer the bed. That’s how you humans usually like it, right?” He smiles – as though he’s doing you a favor. 

He’s taken off his usual tunic – showcasing a pale grey chest patchworked together in crude stitches – and you don’t really understand why you’d ever conjure something that looked like it. So human, yet still… so not. 

“I didn’t know what size you’d want – they were all so different – but I think bigger is better, isn’t it?”

It doesn’t register before you feel the weight of it on your stomach. 

Fat and warm, ridged with veins and hard against you. 

Looking down, feeling the situation settle on your skin like the raw cold – you realize, though you don’t understand it – Mahito isn’t just some imaginary friend. 

Whatever he is – he’s no such thing as a friend at all.

Your chest flares. “Mahito, no – ”

Your hands fly to try and push him off, but they’re easily caught. His fingers stretch inhumanly like playdough, using only one hand to reign in both wrists, pinning them to the pillow above you.

“No? Still too small?” He asks, as though your uproar had been a cry for more – his voice in a playful lilt. “I can make it bigger if you like~”

You squirm when the thing between your thighs grows an inch – swelling up into something fatter than your wrist – weighty and twitching atop you. 

It alone churns your guts, but the sight of his face gleaming so innocently makes it all so much worse. 

You whimper as he drags a rude finger through your folds – bluntly poking at your hole.

“You’re supposed to be wet, no?” He posed, keen eyes watching your face grimace in discomfort – drilling his digit inside you despite it. 

When knuckle-deep, he curled it, nail scraping into the gummy of your tender walls – making your whole body twist with an ache, shaking your head while sinking your teeth into your lip.

“Stop-” You croaked pitifully, still trying to wring your wrists free – but the hand keeping them jailed had hardened into something that was no longer skin.

He just yawned at your struggle. “So noisy...” Bored while looking down at you and the ugly way your lips curled at his crude fingering – but then his eyes widened. “Wait – oh! I get it now! So, this is what kissing is for…”

He didn’t give you much time to turn away before his mouth locked on yours – more in an attempt to swallow than to kiss, feeding you his tongue – which felt so much longer than it should be – winding through you until it licked your gag-reflex and made you choke.

You tensed in response, clenching the finger prodding you – and he took it as an invitation to squeeze another in – making you squeal out a sob in his mouth. 

But though it was a cruel ministration, it was enough to tickle the instinct – dragging wet out from within you, bathing the digits that now slid with greater ease in and out.

“See~ I told you I’d learn better through practice...” He mumbled against your lips – having felt the change – also noticing the quiet that befell you… looking so cute beneath him. 

He chuckled – the taste of your kiss still warm and wet on his lips.

“That really did shut you up, hm~ you humans are so funny.”

That thing resting heavily on your belly does a little jump, and you flinch with it. Left panting after being throat-fucked by a tongue – you’re really only able to shake your head as he slips the beastly thing down between your thighs – its fat head licking your clit on its way until kissing your entrance.

Two fingers haven't done you any justice – nothing could – to prep you for something of that size.

“I think this is correct…” He muses, nudging himself against the slim coin-sized hole – looking a little confused while he did so – though not exactly unsure of himself… more as though it was the whole procedure in and of itself that was at fault and not him. He was just following instructions, after all.

Sucking his teeth at the tautness, he continued to press the tip through you. 

A whine was ripped from your chest as it arched off the bed – thighs quaking on each side of his hips, kept spread despite wanting to force themselves shut.

“It’s better if you relax.” He offered then, though without much sympathy. Sounding almost jaded – as though you were keeping him waiting. 

But then a thumb pressed down on your clit, forcing another jolt to rush through you. 

“Women like to be touched here, right?” He rubbed crass circles into it – worse than amateurishly – rough patterns that bore no real intention of making you feel good. 

Then his mouth slid from your mouth, down your neck – only to sink teeth in your tit.

“And here~” He giggled while nomming your nipple, rolling the little nib between his teeth before flicking over it with his tongue again and again, sucking on it harshly.

None of it made you relax like he’d suggested. Either way, he continued to sink his length one thick chub at a time as fast as your hole allowed. And soon enough, he reached your end before your hole could reach his. But that was no issue…

The hand on your clit, cupped your mound instead – and beneath it, where warmth pooled, you felt inner things alter – change, rearrange, allowing the giant member inside you to sink deeper even though you knew there couldn’t possibly be any deeper to go.

“Wow~ look at that…” He awed when his pelvis smushed against your mound – kneading into your clit as he pressed a curious hand down on the bulge he was making in your belly.

Strings of drool stuck from his lips to your chest – and a sick look pooled in his eyes.

Thicker and thicker breaths left him. He swallowed thickly. Barely blinking.

“I think I get it now…” His voice had shed its humorous tone, now sounding soft with something you didn’t want to have the attention of. “It’s like our souls are playing together…” 

His hand stroked your stomach – like he was petting something.

“Feels good.”

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[writer-in-theory]

Hi! So uh, this isn't edited at all. I wrote it on the fly and like, I'm half asleep. BUT! I saw you said you're sad and well, I'm that same anon that asked about prompts a while back. I don't expect you to answer this at all. It's wayyyy too big to post to your blog. That's just, cuckoo bananas. I just don't like seeing people sad. So like, random act of kindness type thing. Yah know? Anyway, hope this cheers you up a little? Maybe? Sorry it's so shit! 😂 but it's something!

“I’m miserable,” Eddie’s voice is just a mumble over the phone. His tone matches his words, defeated.

“What? Why?” Steve’s driving home, squinting through his windshield as rain pours down, wipers not doing much.

There’s a long sigh, Steve thinks he can hear an echo. Eddie must be in the bath. That’s how he knows it was bad. Eddie only ever takes baths on really very bad days.

“Well,” Eddie starts, and sure enough, Steve can hear the splash of water as Eddie moves in it. It’s long winded, Eddie’s explanation, takes a lot of detours because Eddie can never just say things straight. He slept past his alarm. 7Eleven didn’t have yellow Red bull, so he had to settle for regular or die drinking sugar-free. When he got outside it was pouring buckets and he slipped in an oil puddle, lost his breakfast sandwich. Ripped the thigh of his jeans in the process. When he got in his van the sunroof was leaking, leaking down into his new pack of cigarettes. When he went to drink his Red bull it exploded on him. Was extremely late to work and was made to do inventory in the back because he, ‘couldn’t be seen on the floor looking like that.’ “Which, like, whatever Jessica, she was wearing crocs with fishnets. Seriously. So, like, what’s the real crime here?”

“Eddie,” Steve chides, grins anyway.

“Really though, Steve. Anyway,” He takes another deep breath. Goes on about how when he went to put in his AirPods, so he didn’t have to sit in silent torture all day, they weren’t connecting. Which, wasn’t surprising because he phone had busted under the weight of his, ‘not so fat ass’ falling down on it. So, silent torture it was. Then, when he got off work he had therapy, which he was more than relieved to actually go to. He needed to vent. Only, when he got there he had, “bumped into your ex.”

“Tommy?” Steve asks and Eddie groans.

“Billy.”

“Oh.”

“He apparently goes to the same therapist as me. He says ‘hi,’ by the way. Wants to ‘catch up’ with you or whatever.” He’s mumbling again, “Does he drive a classic Camaro?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Asshole,” Eddie tried to say it quietly but Steve heard it none the less. Steve could imagine it. Could see Eddie all dirty, torn clothes, hair clumped up from the Red bull, come face to face with, “He looked like a damn Greek god. Smug, too.” Steve can hear the sneer in Eddie’s voice.

“Don’t worry about him. I’m not interested in catching up. Have you eaten?” There’s a long silence, and Steve can actually hear the loud grumble that emits from Eddie’s stomach. The mention of food probably igniting something in him.

“Big Mac large with a Dr. Pepper and six-piece chicken nuggets, honey mustard. Want an apple pie?”

Eddie stays silent and Steve knows what that means, “And an apple pie,” Steve says, “You finish up your bath, put on my big comfy robe, you know the one that you always steal?” Steve always acts so annoyed by it but he secretly loves it, knows Eddie knows that too, “put on The Fellowship of the Ring, get nice and cozy. I’ll do your hair tonight while you eat.”

Through the silence Steve can hear a small sniffle. It breaks his heart.

“I love you, Eddie,” Steve says, puts his car in park.

“I love you, too, baby.”

“Hold tight, I’ll be home soon,” They say their goodbyes.

---

Steve doesn’t just come home with a big bag full of McDonalds. He comes home with a bouquet of sunflowers and big colorful gerbera daisies and two great big Cinnabon cinnamon buns.

“Uncle Wayne!” Eddie pauses the movie as soon as Steve walks in. He’s leaning forward on the couch, eyes glittering as he looks over the Cinnabon bag. It’s of course not literally Wayne but the next best thing Steve could get him. Eddie had told him once that on rare occasions Wayne would have a night off. Which always meant he could take Eddie to school in the morning, dropping by Cinnabon to grab a quick super indulgent breakfast.

“Fuck, you’re the best,” Eddie says, gets up to help Steve get everything together. Only, Steve gently pushes him back down onto the couch.

“Watch your movie. I’ve got this,” Steve says. With a little hesitation Eddie does as he he’s told and watches as Steve sets the coffee table up for him. He lays out his food and settles the flowers in a vase. From there he makes a cozy little nest of pillows and blankets on the ground between the coffee table and the couch. Eddie shifts down into it easily as he starts to dig into his food.

Steve knows how easily Eddie forgets to feed himself. Always ends up like a wild animal by the end of the day, shoving food in his mouth like he’s never eaten before and doesn’t know when he’ll eat again. Steve settles behind him, wraps his arms around his shoulders, nuzzles his nose through the thick curtain of damp hair and kisses at his neck. Eddie turns his head, looks at Steve. He’s got a mouthful of burger and a fry in his hand and Steve presses a kiss to the corner of his lips, picks up a little bit of Big Mac sauce as he does. He doesn’t care, just licks his lips clean of it.

“That was kind of gross,” Eddie remarks after he swallows, a smile on his face regardless.

“Eh, I suck your dick, so,” Steve shrugs. Eddie nods, gives a look that says, ‘fair enough’ before shoving the fry in his mouth.

“I need a real one,” Eddie says around the fry.

“Real what?” Steve asks and Eddie points at his lips. Steve just smiles and leans down, presses a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips. It’s been years and yet, each time still feels like the first for Steve. Electricity flowing from his lips down to his heart, sparks popping over his skin. He pulls back, opens his eyes before Eddie. Eddie’s just frozen, head pressed back against Steve’s thigh. Eddie takes in a deep breath and slowly his eyes open, focus on Steve. Big brown eyes and they hold so many thoughts. Steve thinks the only one right now being ‘Love’.

“I think I’m going to start prepping breakfasts and lunches for you,” Steve says and watches as Eddie’s eyes glaze over. Thinks they’re now saying, ‘adore’.

“I’d like that,” Eddie says and Steve kisses him again.

They spend the rest of the night watching the movie. Steve settled behind Eddie. He’s working through Eddie’s hair. It’s a long process of different products. Conditioner, curl cream, a special brush that he has to twirl the hair on and over. He’s methodical with it. Takes his time, goes slow and gentle. Halfway through Eddie’s a puddle in his lap, dozing in and out of sleep. When he’s done he’s gently crunching up the newly made ringlets with gel. Takes one of Eddie’s black silk hankies and wraps his hair up in it.

Steve’s careful, so careful, to not wake Eddie. He slips his arms down, picks him up bridal style and moves him to the bed. He’d set it up the way Eddie likes it the best. He’s got every one of their fluffy comforters on it, makes a big nest in the middle of the bed. When he settles Eddie down in the middle of it he grabs their biggest fuzziest faux fur blanket and tosses it over him. When he turns to go and clean up Eddie whines, reaches out a hand and Steve turns to take it.

“Stay,” Is all Eddie says and Steve thinks that clean up can wait until tomorrow. Without hesitation he strips down and settles himself into the nest with Eddie.

There’s only a bit of shifting before they end up in Eddie’s favorite position. The one he likes to call, ‘Steve Bearrington.’ Which is just Eddie being the big spoon but likes to think of it more as Steve being his own personal teddy bear.

Eddie can’t say that he’d ever want another day like this, but if he can spend every night being spoiled by Steve Harrington, he thinks it’s more than worth it.

Sorry I posted this so late, I ended up wanting to hold onto it for awhile and re-read it about a dozen times. It's so so sweet and definitely helped me through some rough days, so thank you very much for sharing this with me 💜

Also your choice of Eddie's comfort meal is literally perfect and I love it.

#ask jay #anon #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[tomtenadia]

Thicker than Blood - 27

So, this chapter is a lot but I am sure that the gore will be worth it because in all the darkness there is a bit of vengeance. I hope you will cheer with me at the end and maybe give Fen a medal.

CW: mention of drugs, death (will give you joy), Fen playing surgeon and leading to a gory scene. language

Orynth woke up under a heavy blanket of snow.

Rowan went to the balcony and stared at the mountains covered in the white stuff. He had the night from hell. His bond with Aelin had become alive once more and all he felt was pure undiluted terror. After the first flow of emotions he had not been able to close his eyes. He wanted to believe that by staying awake he was keeping the connection with Aelin open and send her some sort of comfort. Rhoe had been working hard on finding the location of where she was held, but so far the man had not been successful and Rowan was getting worried by the minute. She had been taken a week already. 

Slowly he walked back in his room and picked up his phone abandoned on the nightstand. Gavriel had texted him with the details of the raid and he was very grateful to his friend.

He had a few texts from Lorcan too, but he was still too mad to actually care.

Rowan went to make some coffee and while he waited he opened the browser on his phone and read the news. The raid was everywhere and connected with it, Hamel’s name on every page. The rebels had passed Gavriel’s finding to the authorities and now another investigation had been launched on the mayor. 

Rowan’s smile was wicked. He was looking forward to see the monster pay. On his part, he had contacted a reporter and leaked what was happening in the deviation centres and had also given copies of the autopsy Aelin had done on Connall as a proof. If they could take Perrington down too he surely would not complain. 

He was busy reading when a text from Ansel distracted him All inmates have been executed. We are storming the mayor’s building tomorrow and I have a second group shutting down that hellsite. Can I count you in?

Text me details for the mayor’s riot. I am in. 

In a matter of weeks Rowan had gone from by the book agent to rebel. He could not keep serving a government that was harming vampires and humans alike. He was not allowing Orynth to suffer another great fire.

He texted Fen and the man confirmed he was going too. The mayor had killed his brother, for him it was personal. 

In silence he drank his coffee and went back on the balcony.

I will find you. I am working on it, fireheart. 

*

Rhoe Galathynius was pacing his studio, with a newspaper in his hands. His wife sitting in an armchair stared at her husband with concern.

Of the twenty five humans they had saved, six had died at the hospital. The drugs had damaged their organs behind repair. Five more were in critical conditions and in the ICU where doctors were racing against time to slow down the damage caused by the drugs. The ones who were in stable conditions were under strict observation by a team of therapists. His heart ached. Twenty five young humans between eighteen and twenty five. Their lives destroyed. 

The manager of the club had been arrested and after a while he had started confessing that the victims were chosen ad hoc. Vampires would pay and ask for humans with certain characteristics. Others would take anything. The bartenders had the job of spiking the drinks of the selected victims who were then dragged in the special room and hooked up on the machines to keep them heavily drugged. Rhoe kept reading out loud to his wife. The bodies were discarded after their organs started to fail and the blood was becoming tainted by the looming death. 

“What is Hamel saying?”

“He is denying any connection, but documents have surfaced that make him the owner of the club. On the premises they had found papers with his signature on drug requests.”

“Those poor victims…”

Rhoe looked at his wife and knew that she was also grieving for Aelin. He had pretended to be strong for her, but Evalin was taking it hard.

“Is your plan with Darrow still on?”

Rhoe nodded “now more than ever. As soon as the situation settles we will announce that I am running for mayor for the vampires and he for the humans.”

Evalin sobbed “Aelin…”

“I have not forgotten about her. The first two locations were a bust. Maeve has gone into hiding and we haven’t been bale to capture a single man in her inner circle.”

“It’s been over a week.”

“I know.”

“Have you spoken to Rowan?”

The man nodded “yes. He is busy at work.” He lied. He knew that Rowan had been suspended, and that he had joined the rebels trying to help in an alternative way. His son in law had been updating him regularly and Rhoe had grown to like the man very much. His daughter had chosen very well and he was looking forward to tell Aelin that.

“What about Aedion and Lys?”

“Aedion is busy with a project and Lys is safe at the hospital.”

Evalin nodded and went back to her tea “Rhoe, you need to be careful, please.”

He walked to his wife and kneeled in front of her, his hand brushed her cheek “I will, I promise.”

Evalin closed her eyes and basked in the closeness with her husband and wanted to believe him.

*

Arobynn Hamel was having a bad day. He had spent the night in his office and a call late in the evening had alerted him of what was going down at his club. The police was raiding it. They had rescued all the victims trapped and then arrested the manager and some of his wealthiest patrons. The manager had started singing too and soon enough news began spreading that it was his club and that’s when the calls from reporters had become non stop. The newspapers were covered with the scandal in the front page. He had set his PR team in action to try and cover up the story by saying that he had no idea of what was happening and passed the blame on the club manager. Surely no one believed that he had been acting against the humans. All of his career he had protected them, his citizen will see that he had been a good mayor. 

He stood and started pacing when he looked outside and noticed a crowd gathering in front of the main building. He opened the window and heard shouts. 

The people, his people, were calling for his resignation. 

He called for Cairn. The man was one of the humans he had released from prison early and posted in a deviation centre and the man had turned out to be an asset. He hated vampires just as much as him.

“What’s happening?” He snarled.

“Protesters.”

“Go out and stop them.”

The man snarled and left the room and Hamel went back pacing. Ungrateful bastards, he thought.

From outside the shouts intensified and that’s when he started thinking about a way to safety.

*

Rowan and Fen were in the middle of the crowd of people formed by both humans and vampires all protesting against Hamel. Ansel’s people had organised the event pretty quickly and the turnout had been impressive. Apparently a lot of people had enough of Hamel.

A man appeared outside the building and the protests grew louder.

“That is Cairn, he works in the deviation centre. Ansel tells me he is a monster.”

Rowan remembered the man from the news Aelin had showed him.

Cairn started shouting but the crowd but the more he did, the more restless the crowd became.

“Come, you want to be at the front for this.” Fen grabbed his wrist and they walked towards the front. They were almost there when the sound of a gun stopped them. Rowan looked up and saw Cairn’s shirt with a red stain at the front. Someone had shot him. Not that he felt any sadness but he was just afraid that things might get out of hand.

A man raced to where Cairn was dying and with a sword he cut the man’s head and lifted high to the crowd “Now it’s time to take down the monster inside this building.”

He was holding the head by the hair when he pulled back and then threw it against Hamel’s window.

“Murderer,” they all shouted and slowly proceeded to advance to the building. 

*

A loud thud startled Hamel and he almost screamed when he saw a severed head bounce against his window leaving a trail of blood on the glass. They were the real monsters. He tried to call his guard but had no luck. He ran to the heavy doors and bolted them shut in a frantic and desperate way to put a barrier between them. He heard commotion outside and hoped they walked past his door, but vampires had a keen hearing and he knew he would struggle to hide. They could probably track his erratic heartbeat. How could humans compete with such beings? 

The shouts grew closer and he grabbed a chair and pushed it under the handle to try and block the door as much as he could.

“He is in here.” He heard someone shout. Hamel took a step back in terror. The door rattled and shook under the heavy thuds coming from outside. The mob was close and he had no escape route.

When the door eventually burst open he faced a group of people led by a blonde man, a red-haired woman and a man with silver hair. He recognised the two men as agents and ran to them in a plea of help.

*

Fen watched Hamel ran to him, fall at his feet and beg for help “Please agent, I am in danger.”

Fenrys laughter was evil. He grabbed the mayor by the collar and lifted him “You gave the order to kill my brother and then to kill hundreds of us in one night. You are a murderer,” he snarled “you ran a club where humans were used as blood bags while you profited.” His hand went to his neck and started to squeeze “you are a monster and tonight you will pay.”

Fenrys smelled his fear rise and grinned, showing off his canines “the more you are afraid, the more your blood tastes delicious to us.” In an attempt to scare the man even more, he licked his lips as if he was already tasting the delicious meal.

“You will all pay for this.”

“No, you will be the only one tonight who will pay for all the pain you have caused, for almost throwing Orynth in a civil war.” This time the words had come from Rowan “Humans and vampires are tired. There are people who want to live in peace and you almost destroyed that.”

“Kill him,” came from a few of the people gathered outside, then the chant grew stronger and Rowan stared at Fen, smiled and then nodded to a man behind him and the vampire moved, followed by three other men. They grabbed the mayor and tied him to a chair.

Fen flicked his knife in his hand and then popped the button of the shirt “maybe we can start with making you feel like a blood bag, just like all those humans.” He opened the shirt and started cutting his skin, watching blood seep from the wounds “The only difference is, you will be awake.” He then cut his trousers and exposed the legs and cut those too, then continued on the arms and slowly on the neck. All the while Hamel screamed in pain and whined, begging for his life. 

Once satisfied he stepped back with Rowan and let the vampires take their revenge. He knew them all and their stories. They all knew someone who had been killed by Hamel in the deviation centres.

Hamel screamed while they all fed on him and the more he did the more the crowd took pleasure in his suffering. 

“I need your wife, I am wondering how I can rip his heart out and she is the medic.”

Rowan found the strength to smile. Yes, Aelin would definitely give him an anatomy lesson.

“Hmm, maybe if I cut just under the ribcage and then grab it? Do you think is medically possible?”

Rowan shrugged “be my guest.” 

Fen moved a step closer and flicked his knife again “how does it feel to be helpless?”

Hamel moaned in pain.

“You probably have almost no blood left, so I guess that you will soon not need a heart anymore.” His knife pierced the skin right under the ribcage and started cutting deeply, while Hamel used the last of his energies to scream. Fenrys’ hand plunged in the deep cut and touched his barely beating heart “it’s still too quick a death for you. We should have hooked you like all your victims and kept you alive while we fed day in and day out,” he squeezed the organ and the man gasped “But I don’t care, as long as you are food for worms that’s what matters. Rot in hell, you piece of shit.” And at those words he ripped the heart out and Hamel died with one last scream.

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[oceanblueeyesoul]

Hi! How are you doing? Hope you’re doing well! If I may ask, a TUA, Stranger Things and Wednesday (2022) matchup please :]

Appearance: I have shoulder-length layered dark brown hair with brown eyes and round glasses. I’m currently 5’0 and I have tanned skin. I also have a mole on the bottom of my left eye. Additionally, my clothing style is mostly minimalistic.

Personality: I’m an INFJ-T, 9w1. I describe myself to be quite carefree and quite shy. I don’t really dislike being around people, although I do like being by myself a lot. A few people have called me pretty approachable and easy going at first, and mostly getting to know my cheery side when they got closer to me. I’m the type of person to be more cheerful and loud when I get comfortable around someone! I will consider myself the ‘Therapist Friend’(?). I like to listen more than talking, and I try my best to give advices to my friends and support them however I can. I really care for them. I might describe myself a ‘Reclusive Optimist’. Also last addition, I’m not very Academically Intelligent. I’m more Emotionally Intelligent, and honestly I don’t really mind that.

Likes / Dislikes : I like art and photography! Art is such a pretty topic and subject for me to be honest, It’s really interesting to see a human person’s thoughts, feelings and ideas placed in a canvas, an instrument (music) or even simply written in paper. I also like to take walks on the park and listening to music along the way. I also like the topic of ghosts and ghost hunting (yes I watch Buzzfeed Unsolved and Ghost Files LOL), I like to incorporate them in a few of my stories! I also like coffee and oversized clothing, I just think they are neat heheh. Oh, and I love plushies! I have a lot of them on my bed, I like to hug them as I sleep. I don’t think I can sleep without hugging them hahah.

For my dislikes I think I generally don’t like food that are too sweet haha. I don’t mind sweet things, just not things that are very sweet. I also dislike loud noises hahah. Also, I’m not particularly a big fan of Math (lmao). Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure it’s a fun subject to other people but It always makes my head hurt LOL. OHH and I dislike being alone in the dark. I know I just said I liked ghost hunting, but I probably won’t do it alone hahahah. I feel like having a small group with me would be nice.

Hobbies/Interests: I like to draw and write! It’s refreshing for me to just express my feelings without telling it to somebody. Painting my feelings in a canvas or just writing it on a piece of paper brings me comfort haha. I’m interested in music, my favorite genre is alternative indie! A new genre of music I’m exploring is classical music. I’m mainly interested in things that are art related! Also I think I’ve already mentioned this in likes and dislikes but researching on the topic of ghosts is one of my interests! The ghost hunting equipment are quite tricky lol. Ohh, and I recently just found a hobby in baking! It’s honestly pretty fun and a great way to pass the time for me when I don’t feel like painting or writing.

That’s all! Thank you so much :)

Hi there, sweetie! I really hope you like this a lot!

The Umbrella Academy Matchup

Your TUA soulmate is...

VIKTOR HARGREEVES!!

The two of you would definitely go around town to take some photos of things around in the town square and just having fun along the way.

The two of you would definitely be bake anything together to pass the time and while spending time together in the Hargreeves household.

He would definitely be cover your ears when there are loud noises nearby because he wants to keep you safe.

INFP x INFJ lovebirds!

Stranger Things Matchup

Your Stranger Things soulmate is...

JONATHAN BYERS!!!

The two of you would definitely take the pictures of each other a lot because the two of you thought that the other is more attractive than they think they are.

The two of you would definitely be listening to music all the time really because you love each other very much indeed and also you guys just dance to the music as well.

He would definitely be helping you with the Maths questions for school because he knew that you can do this all the time.

ISFP x INFJ soulmates!

Wednesday (Netflix) Matchup

Your Wednesday (Netflix) soulmate is...

XAVIER THORPE!!!

The two of you would be definitely be painting together and making new memories through the art that the two of you made together.

The two of you would definitely be going to ghost hunting every time in the haunted house and also, he just wants to spend some time with you.

He would definitely be turning on the lights in your bedroom for you because he knows that you are afraid of the dark all the time.

ISFP x INFJ sweethearts!

#oceanblueeyesoul #matchups #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy matchups #viktor hargreeves #viktor hargreeves x reader #stranger things #stranger things matchups #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers #wednesday netflix matchups #wednesday netflix #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe

[talesfrommedinastation]

Let's Talk Neurodivergence and Relationships

(originally posted on Wattpad, but I figured Tumblr could use a version of this as well. I'd like to think this is fairly fandom blind, but if not, let me know)

Hi kids!

First and foremost, I am a cisgendered adult woman on the autism spectrum myself. I am considered very high functioning, as I can manage social situations and keep my stims under control, thanks to a lot of work of medication, caring occupational therapists, and other professionals who have gifted me tips and tricks to better function.  

With that being stated, throughout my life, I have struggled with peer to peer contact, prefer to be alone, have issues with especially loud or bright atmospheres, will info-dump, the works (Of course, Tech from The Bad Batch was going to quickly become my favorite! When it was confirmed that he was ASD, I cheered!).

(above) Tech No-Last-Name, all hail our neurodivergent king of snark and sass. 

With that being stated, in real life, I have been in a steady romantic relationship for over the last dozen years, to a neurotypical man. Half of those years, we have been married, and trust me, our marriage is successful by society's standards. We got the mortgage, the two cars, a few graduate degrees, our busy careers, and most joyfully, our wonderful children. 

It never ceases to amaze me: I am on the autism spectrum, and I have a stable, romantic partnership with a neurotypical individual who loves me for who I AM. 

Over the last few years, I've served on panels for ND individuals regarding relationships, dating, and starting families, so I feel as if I am especially qualified to discuss this subject, especially as a significant portion of my crossover piece between Star Wars and The Expanse, Far Past The Ring, does deal with intimate subjects. Be warned*.

(above) Dr. Sjael Drummer, who somehow can rock a fierce matte lip stain in the field? Art commissioned by the incredible @matthewyeetz. The character is mine.

While not the main part of the story, the intimate parts between Tech and Dr. Drummer are the match that's tossed on the proverbial dumpster that's been filled with gasoline and lighter fluid. Once the intimate parts of done, things get very action oriented and the romance is left in the freakin' dust for the most part.

In many ways, this part of 'Far Past the Ring' is a retelling of the love story closest to me, which is that of me and my husband. I should mention that he, in many ways, reminds me so much of Tech, even if I'm the ND individual in the marriage! 

So this is not fantasy, kids. This is, in many ways, the story of how my husband and I met. And how our relationship has worked since we met in graduate school. 

Here are some things that have made my marriage work so well (and that I'd like you to notice as you continue to read this story, even when things get complicated–because they are going to!): 

How to be in a relationship with an ND individual (including someone like Tech): 

Boundaries are your friend: I do not like being touched, grabbed, or suddenly hugged without communicating that I am okay with it. Touch for me can feel incredibly uncomfortable, even though my loved ones adore doing it as a sign of affection. People are unpredictable, and if a person has their hands on me, it fills me with anxiety. It literally makes me flinch, and in later episodes, when Tech is touched without his permission, it is upsetting for me to watch. If you notice, Sjael does not touch Tech unless she asks him permission first. She respects his personal bubble, and does not attempt to pop it unless asked. When she does–and she will, because mistakes happen–she apologizes. Both her and Tech are good at communicating due to their lines of work, and that leads me to...

Infodumping means I like you: Getting me (or many other ND individuals) to blabber on a subject I'm especially passionate about isn't difficult, but I will generally only do it with people I feel comfortable with. Take note that, after a bit, Tech absolutely dumps all sorts of information onto his team mates or others (look how excited he is to talk about droids at a moments' notice on Cid!). This eventually includes Sjael, who, whether it is her own experience in graduate school or coming from a family of eggheads, enjoys it. She never rolls her eyes or interrupts him--she genuinely likes what he has to say. If you can't handle an ND individual's verbal and intellectual passion about a subject, you may want to rethink the relationship. Speaking of which...

Communication is key: Tech loves to talk, but, if you've watched the latest season of 'The Bad Batch', you'll remember that intimate eye contact can be scary for him ('The Crossing' is the most glaring example), as it is for me and other individuals on the spectrum. Sjael, being a Belter from 'The Expanse', is used to talking from behind a mask or a helmet, so using hand gestures and signals, rather than direct eye contact, is not a big jump for her. Additionally, because of Belter culture, Sjael grew up being blunt, direct, and very expressive when need be, as life on the Belt is harsh and fast, and subtly is a luxury few can afford. This works well with Tech's neurodiversity, as Sjael's very emotive face and hands makes it easy for him to gather social cues when he's too exhausted otherwise. Take note of how often he stares at her eyebrows or mouth during the story, it's quite helpful for him. Being able to communicate--easy for a talker like Tech--is so important, as social cues might  be missed. 

Respect (it's not just a song): ND individuals may seem quirky, but have the same breadth, experience, and agency as anyone else. One of the first things Tech learns about Sjael is that she is a scientist and engineer, with a Ph.D in chemical engineering. He recognizes that she's someone who might be able to get toe-to-toe with him, without being belittling or mean. Sjael, meanwhile, learns that Tech is a soldier with multiple skills that outrank her own, especially in programming and mechanics. While he has quirks, she quickly sees his strength and intellect, making her see him as a peer (and a threat, but that's neither here nor there). There isn't just mutual attraction, but respect as well. Both are intellectual equals (Tech will not admit that, but it is true!), and genuinely are interested in not only learning with each other, but learning together. Sjael does not patronize him, instead viewing him as a person with different experiences and abilities. 

I hope this was helpful for understanding how these relationships can work.

One of the biggest issues I have seen with neurodiverse individuals is the concept of infantilizing them or subjecting them to romantic interests as a way to 'fix' them. Or by pushing boundaries, even when someone is uncomfortable. 

ND folks do not need to be fixed, they need to be loved and accepted for who they are, quirks and all. 

*= If you're a TechxPhee stan, props! I started writing this crossover back in February, before they became canon. And before other, well, more tragic things in March became canon as well :(.

But it's fairly obvious that Clone Force 99 wasn't going to run into the world of 'The Expanse' any time soon on the show, so consider this a branch of a lovely river that's going in a different direction :).

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[solara-bean]

Steven Universe is the only fictional character I've grown up with. When I first watched the show I was barely in my double digits and optimistic and naive about the world around me just like him. Now I'm about to move out to go on my own journey ( art school ) and he's finding his path too.

It's just so bizarre and comforting. This show has been such a norm in my life that it hurts to let it go but I know that it's not really over. The fandom is definitely creating a myriad of content as I type and Rebecca is far too creative to let this be her final project.

So thank you Rebecca Sugar, Crewniverse and the SU fandom

And of course thank you Steven! I'm gonna miss you buddy!!

#steven universe #steven universe future #steven universe future spoilers #su #IM CRYING SO HARD #they did the one thing i wanted most in the finale- #COOKIE CAT #i couldnt even sing to it cuz i was sobbing #i could honestly go on forever about everything i loved about the finale #AND OH MY GOD HIM AND CONNIE #their lil kiss destroyed me it was so sweet #when he mentioned his therapist i cheered so loud #like yes buddy get the help you need #and that seen with lion was so relatable to me as a cat owner #just ughhh im gonna miss this show so much!!! #bye steven #have a great future #😭❤❤❤❤❤

[muffindaddystyles]

Hates to, Hate you.

Word Count: 8k

Summary: Harry realizes that hurting Y/N broke him into pieces and tries to win her back with the confession of true feelings, will Y/N let him? If yes, how? How will he walk through fire for her?

Pairing: Famous!Harry x Reader!with anxiety.

AU: fake dating, slow burn, sexual tension, enemies to lover!

Warning: Mentions of violence, sexual assault, language, adult topics. 

PART 1, MASTERLIST

"Please, stop." He says dolefully rubbing his eyebrows to get rid of the ache pounding in his head. 

He's miserable. It hurts to not have her with him. It's been two tragic months of going through constant sleepless nights, disrestless stomach, intoxicating himself to forget her,  staring at things like a hawk and missing her terribly.

He was alone before her and never felt this lonely.

He sees her everywhere. In his dreams and her shadows in his drawing room getting excited over a ceramic vase someone gifted him. Dancing in his kitchen to the beat of pink floyd and hip-checking him for a cheerful nudge, in his back garden rescuing a sparrow who broke it's neck and in his attic stressing over her assignments. 

Everything reminds him of her. The fruity drinks that the barista's handing to the people, the fairy lights upon their heads and how she used to fond over them —- buying it for his bedroom too and when he refused to hang them, she just brushed off his snarky comment and did it herself. 

The ring in Harris finger floods back all the bitter-sweet memories of the time he refused to have a lil fun with her, (Y/N and Harris made friendship rings and bracelets for eachother with the colorful beads to spend their boring time in his home waiting for him to write some lines before they went to a gumball shop) as they try to knock some senses in their friend's brain, "You tried to dodge a heartbreak and still ended up shattering your heart, yourself." They worry about him. That he's been bearing the pain all alone and not sharing it with anyone. 

His voice croak-y and hoarse, "How's she?" The question haunts him. She blocked his phone number and even in the wee hours of night he wrecks his mind whether he should call her or not, he couldn't because she doesn't want to hear his voice. 

He misses her voice. He misses her complaints and whines as if they filled the stoic parts of his life with happiness. 

"How'd I know?" Harris lowers down to rest their elbows on the table, "I -- I thought . . she isn't in contact with ye'?" When Harris shakes their head with a gesture that he's being truthful it sinks his heart furthermore. 

He clears his throat, twisting the jewels on his hand and sucks his bottom lip to muster some courage, "I've been seeing someone." Harris chokes on the boba they were chewing on for so long, "You what?" They are completely perturbed at his statement. Even though they've been working together and been friends before Y/N came in the picture, she's still their bezzy and we don't betray our bezzies like that. 

"Yeah, someone to help me sort me feelings out." Harry frowns confusedly and then realization washes upon him so he becomes frantic in his chair, "No . . not what you're thinkin'." He runs his fingers through his hair to subside the twitch in them. 

"A therapist, 'm talkin' bout a therapist . ." He sighs watching his tea waft down sympathetically. 

"Oh. That's a good start, Harry!" Harris tries to bring the same dimply boyish smile that used to flutter over his lips whenever she used to tease him, unfortunately it never appears. 

// 

Y/N didn't handle her first ever heartbreak well. She lost her appetite, her focus on her studies and to her surprise didn't shed a single tear –-- it just kept piling in her chest and she waited for the moment it'd burst until she saw those pictures plastered all over social media. Pictures of him with some model that isn't a shorty pants like her at all, totally how those ladies described his type to be and someone with whom he wouldn't be embarrassed to hang out with. 

She's everything, Y/N's jealous of. Those sparkling blue eyes compared to her boring brown ones, handsome figure and the radiance of richness. 

Then she got stuck into her life responsibilities and worried about other things such that; she wasn't able to pay any bills and her flat's rent despite doing two part time jobs along with doing her class-fellows assignments in return of money and still got kicked out of it. Her close friend offered her to live in her studio and she has made it her kitchen, study, sleeping room with her stuff and clothes scattered everywhere.

She lives on noodles and toasted breads sometimes treating herself with delights of kit-kat bars in the middle of nights. 

Watches her friend do her work and leave when the night comes by —- she has never felt this lonely in her entire life. 

"So, was it love at first sight?" Nora her friend asks, handing her cuppa tea and a scone. Y/N let a weak sad smile slip, shaking her head and reminiscing all those moments where she was falling in love with him without even realizing, "Falling in love slowly patiently is the most beautiful . . . at some time I used to loathe his existence but staying with him and after knowing him, it was like --— an escapeless tunnel. I didn't realize it, till one day I woke up and my heart saw him in a different light, where I wanted to give him all me lovin' but he wasn't ready for it." She shrugs sipping the hot beverage and doesn't flinch from the burn that tingles at the tip of her tongue. 

When she put her cup aside Nora takes her hand assuring her sweetly, "You'll have that person soon -- he's just on his way, with a big bouquet of roses and a teddy bear to give you the lovin' you deserve." Y/N giggles at that waving her off and not showing how her person is still Harry. What does she do to forget him? To fool her in thinking he isn't her first love.

"Aish, Nora aren't you gettin' late? Gooo." She had some clients to meet before she stopped here at studio to grab some things but it turned into a girlie hangout, "Take care honey and don't forget to put a bucket there." She points to the corner where water's dripping from the rooftop and Y/N exhaled an exasperated sigh of breath when the door clicks leaving her alone yet again. 

// 

It was past twelve and when usually she pulls an all nighter to study -- today she decided to sleep early. Her bad habit of overthinking kicks in again, this time it's not over some silly thing but she ponders over where she went wrong? She should've kept her feelings to herself and atleast would have been sleeping in her bed cuddled with her chonky cat Zippy. 

She misses Zippy badly. 

A noise of door unlocking loudly drags her from her reverie and her heart pounds against her ribcage ready to break it. Who could be at this hour of night? It could be Nora since she's the only one who got keys to the place. 

Sitting up quickly she squints against the blinding lights and watches someone's boot stepping over her blanket that flopped onto the floor from the sofa she's sleeping on. 

"Kevin? What are you doing here?" He's Nora's boyfriend and her classfellow. He just shrugs tumbling his way towards the sofa and she tries to scoot back from him as much as possible, "I'm here to see you. . ." He slurs. It knocks her breath out, filling terror in her veins as the heels of her feet rub against the leather of the couch in her effort to be away from him. 

"What? This's not appropriate I -- I . . suggest you to call Nora s –- so, what're you doin —-" She squeaks in fear sinking into the couch when he towers over her and traps her under him with his hands on either side of her body aggressively, "I like you. Why don't you get it!!" She flinches when he shouts angrily with bloodshot eyes and the smell of alcohol disgusts her springing tears in her eyes. 

"Please, stop . . ." She whispers with silent tears running down her throat using all her strength to push at his shoulders but he grips her hips tightly and yanks at her sleeping shirt revealing the strap of her bralette. She couldn't even cry for help. It's useless so putting some belief in herself for the last time she uses all her power and kicks him in his crotch pushing him roughly on the floor. 

His nails tear at her delicate skin but she doesn't care before running out of the studio ignoring the names he's calling her from behind.

She runs away, away and away. Not thinking twice where she's going before crossing the bridges and tunnels. It feels like her ears are bleeding with the echo of loud horns of traffic and the hopelessness of her life makes her fall on her knees. She cries all the tears she was bottling up for months feeling like she's running out of time and reaching dangerously near to her end. 

She's been in the same neighbourhood she's been before many times. The chilly wind doesn't prick goosebumps over her skin, the night's darkness doesn't scare her and the stray dog that's barking somewhere in far doesn't affect her at all as she stares at the door from where she has stepped into her comfort space many times. 

Harry's with Scottie. His childhood friend who's here in London for some shoot. They were lounged in the living room talking their hearts out and their cringey memories from when they were small when he halted mid-talk, jaw slacking when his eyes took the sight of someone standing at his main door from the multiple security screens appearing on the telly. 

He doesn't believe at first. Thinking he's hallucinating and that maybe he just saw a flicker of a ghost but when she looks up revealing her sad face and those big brown eyes he rushes to open the door. 

"Fuck." He breathes out working on the heavy cold locks of the oak door with shaky hands anxiously and she was about to walk away with her back turned to him when he spurts out her name in haste, "Y/N." She listens to him. Insides breaking with the nirvana and scent of him surrounding her. 

His breath hitches in his throat when she spins to meet his apprehensive gaze and she doesn't give him a chance to have a proper look at her before falling in his arms, her head hitting his chest and body shaking vigorously as she sobs sadly. 

"Darlin'?" He asks worriedly, slipping his arms around her shoulders to lull her in his embrace, "Are you oka?" He feels like his stomach ate his heart as he anticipates an explanation from her and she isn't doing anything but crying. 

"You're scarin' me, pet. What happened honey?" He pulls away to cradle her face in his calloused palms. His chests pangs with hurt and remorse upon seeing her tear stained cheeks, wobbly blue lips, and disheveled state. 

He steps inside with her still in his arms and rubs his hand down her spine to calm her down as little sad sniffles and hiccups keep slipping out of her mouth. 

He sits her on the sofa squatting down infront of her and Scottie brings her water. When she refuses to drink it because Harry strokes his thumb against the apple of her cheek, "Shh, 's okay . . you're okay. You're with me now, sweet girl." It's like the world and anything else has blurred around him and his ever priority's focusing on her only. His observant gaze dawdles from her face to her bruised shoulder emitting an afflicted gasp of trepidity from between his lips and it deepens to a growl when it fell over her hip-bone where the fabric of her pyjama's spotted with blood.

He glances up at Scottie who gives him a knowing look of horror. He gets closer to her and she doesn't retract as his thumb streaks away the blood oozing from her shoulder gently, saying nothing as he examines it. 

After a brief pause Y/N's heart skips a nervous beat when he tilts her chin to have a better look at her face, taking in the evidence of someone handling his petal so brutally it left scratches at her face. 

Harry looks her dead in the eyes. His anger barely restrained tippling from the pot ready to leave burns, his voice is tense and quite, ears heating with wrath. 

"Who did this to you?" 

"Kevin." The tears are back at her waterline more concerned that he's panicking because of her and Scottie sits beside her massaging her shoulders. 

"Kevin, who?" Harry's question is curt controlling himself from finding this mother fucker himself and beat the shit out of him, "H -- he's my friend's boyfriend, I though --– was sleeping in her studio 'n 'n --- when he . . . he —-- " She hides her face in her palms unable to speak but Harry quickly pulls her down in a comforting hug whispering sweet things to stop her crying. 

She parts from him with puffy eyes and swollen lips shaking her head at her stupidity, "I … I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here, 'm gonna leave — ' " She's a weeping blubbering mess trying to stand up on her jello legs with the help of the couch's armrest. 

He catches her wrist crying out, "No! Don't! please, please stay . . . . fo' me?" Scottie has never seen him like this. Bended out of shape for a person, begging them on his knees to protect them as he rambles loudly. 

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden on you, I -- I'll go in the morning." Since she has nowhere to go it's better she sleeps here for a night instead of on the streets. 

Harry finds it ironic. That once he didn't want her overnights now he wants her all days and weeks, perhaps till the end of his life. 

He's gonna win her back.

He hands her his tattered comfy sleeping clothes and the spare toothbrush leaving her to it. When he comes back downstairs Scottie's waiting for him at the main door. 

"You should report a file against that bastard the first thing in the morning." Scottie tells him seriously and he nods. His head snaps when she spoke softly, smiling at him, "You're in love." 

"What?" 

"I haven't seen you like that with anyone, Harry. Make it to her foolish boi -- tell her what you feel." She laughs, jolting him with his shoulders and he smiles timidly bidding her a good-bye. 

The door to her room's ajar opened as he peeks inside to make sure she's okay and sighs deeply when finds her staring blankly at the ceiling. The floorboard creaks when he pads inside quietly and her stare diverts to him while he stands on the foot of bed, "I read somewhere that cuddlin' helps ye'sleep better, you w'na try?" She hums in return, fisting the duvet under her chin and slip shuts her eyes remaining stiff in her spot when he slides under the duvet closer to her. 

She turns into a puddle when his long arms wrap around her tummy, "Is this okay?" His voice a mere whisper of care earning an honest nod from her -- his thigh strings over her legs to cocoon her in his warmth completely, ". . and this?" She again nod at him so, 

He smushes his cheek into the crook of her neck and she could feel something moist on her skin while his lips puckered to speak, "Y/N?" He murmures broken and sad snuggling more into her. 

"Hmm?" She hums, the exhaustion from walking and crying this much forcing her to sleep, "I've missed you, terribly." Her heart leaps and she wants to exchange the familiarity of emotions but her tongue remains heavy in her mouth. 

// 

Her toes curls and fingers clutches the wrinkly fabric of the pillow case she had her head rested on but now it's slipping down from over it due to her body shaking vigorously as she tries to escape those filthy, gruesome hands like a terrifying shadows of evil choking her throat and sucking the life out of her. 

Harry's head snaps down to where she was snuggled to his side moments ago when she murmur-yells no,no,no,no'. He feels like someone placed a heavy brick over his chest at the sight of his lovie writhing like a leaf petrified of whatever she's dreaming of and his shoulders rolls back while he perches on his elbow to shake her gently out of it. 

"Y/N . . ." He remains dulcet. Chewing onto his already swollen bottom lip since he didn't even close his eyes the entire night manipulating the plush flesh, he doesn't know what kept him awake —- but it sure was this sense of responsibility to make her feel protected under his wings. She smacks his arm away pushing at his chest with her all might to skid away to the edge of the bed in her sleepy state, so he quickly hunches on wobbly knees to catch her before she falls. 

"It's just me, Angel, Harry –- wake up darlin'," His heart beating ominously frantic and head jumbling with horrible thoughts of what she's going through as her warmed up cheeks soak with tears, he has never seen her like this, he never wanted to see her for the first time after months like this --- shattered to pieces and drained of her energy.

He smooths his thumb to caress her cheek slightly and swipe those sad tears away. She wakes up with a gasp making him jerk his chin back, blinking rapidly to confirm her surroundings and her fearful vision zeros to his panicked features. She places her palms against his pectorals to make sure he's real and there and that ugly nightmare just ended, "Harry?" He gulps the thick web of tears down his throat and bobs his head. 

"Yes, sweet girl, Harry . . ." The very streaks of golden rays sneak through the curtains and dances between their faces as she fists the hem of his shirt, "It was just a nightmare." He assures her running his hand up and down her arms to calm her down. 

"Don't be afraid, dovie' won't let anybody hurt ya from now on, g'na protect you —--" It was the last straw for her before she flipped him over and climbed out of his bed to get out from his room. 

"Shit." He drives into a state of frenzy following her down the stairs like a puppy almost missing a step or two as she wears the slippers she came in last night, "Where ye' goin'?" His muscles twitch in a hurry to make his next move and save whatever's between them that's keeping him sane, " Dunno, away from you." She shrugs, lost in her own fog and the sting in his heart's unbearable with the inflammation of hurt. 

"Why?" He tumbles through the last step and infront of her, eyes bloodshot and heart how from the squeezing agony of loosing her for second time for the same cause. 

"Because, I w'na forget about you!!" The scream she had in her lungs to convey her anger gets stuck in her throat. His shoulders slump from the burden of guilt and regret. 

"Why?" He feels like throwing up with the unbearable anguish of him hurting to a point he wants to wash his memories out of her mind. 

"Because you make me so confused, Harry…" Her face pinches into an exasperated expression of hopelessness while she nudges him aside to pass by him and to the main door but he catches her wrist before she could step outside and never come back to him, "I wouldn't confuse you from now on …. 've been better fo' you y/n, 'cos I want you to know that I'm yours." His confession springes her off guard by pure stupefaction and when she looks at him -- he's already gazing at her as if she's the moon surrounded by singing stars. 

"Please, let me fight for you baby." Tears springs at his waterline ready to welcome a sob out of his lungs. Because he knows he'll be unable to live his life without her, his love will rot in the cage of his heart because he'd never be able to express it for anyone except her. 

He continues not holding back anything from her instead unlocking another love language and that's being vulnerable and completely defenceless to her, "While being with you I still thought a part of me was in love with my ex and I didn't want ya to be me second priority, could neve', was so so wrong 'cos even though you're not my firsts you're gonna be my lasts. I'll make sure that you're." He gulps down the tears blocking his wind pipes and making it difficult to speak. 

"I want you to give us another chance, to forgive me and give me a proper chance to love you 'cos that's what you deserve . .." The sincerity and genuineness in his stained smaragdine irises turns her pudgy in his hold, ". . . you deserve all the lovin' in this world, honey." 

"Work for it then." She tells him and his pretty eyes widen adorably as of some golden fish, a vivacious smile adorns his features and he doesn't take a moment before swiping her off her feet and into his arms to hug her tightly. 

His insides feels like nourishing after a time with contentment and satisfaction. 

To have his loved one in his arms. 

In his life.

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank youuu." He rambles into the crook of her neck, elated and joyful. Swaying their bodies together and making her smile softly after a prolonged time of suffering. 

She'll heal. 

He'll make sure to put ointment of affection and love on her wounds to help her heal, for herself but nobody else. 

// 

"You've got to be kidding me!" She mutters putting the alcohol swab on his torn bleeding knuckles and he squeaks locking his calf around her ankle, "Ouch! Ye' mad woman." 

Harry and her went to file a report against Kevin, along with Nora who became her witness because she despises that disgusting of a man to be even around her and her studio let alone her boyfriend. 

Harry was her biggest support through the whole process and dropped her off assuring her he'll pick all her stuff from Nora's place. There he was, Kevin. Stumbling at the footpath after Nora kicked him and his luggage out. 

Harry's very patient and optimistic but not when his loved ones get hurt. He didn't know what was happening around him before he sprinted towards Kevin and punched him square in his face, breaking his nose and busting his own knuckles with a fierce shout of "y'son of a bastard!" 

"If I ever . . . ever see ya near her, I promise that you wouldn't be able to see the living daylight." He grunted, resisting to hit him in the shin with his boots and walked past him to the studio to collect her stuff. 

He was grief stricken seeing the way she had to live and not finding her pet cat anywhere. His heart could be heard cracking into tinytinytiny pieces when Nora told him that Y/N gave it to the vet since she was unable to afford it. 

When she catches him staring up at her like a love-stricken puppy she huffs wrapping a band-aid around his knuckles, "'M mad at you." He seems unfazed making her gasp when brings her closer with his legs wrapped around her's, "Why . . . you're always mad at me." He whines jutting out his bottom lip and she shakes her head at his silly dotiness. 

"You -– you can't go hurtin' yourself fo' me, H." She's very unaware, because certainly he'd do it as many times. 

She narrows down her eyes to squint him in offense when he brushes her comment off with nonchalance and raises his bandaged wrist up to her face, "Will you kiss it better' fo' me, pet?" Her insides crumbles like dry rose petals falling from a beloved book of her favourite romances. 

"Hmm?" He nudges it in a questioning suppressing a smirk. She wipes her clammy and antiseptic hands down her trousers not meeting his gaze while taking his hand awkwardly but delicately closer to where her soft mouth is located; she halts glowering at him, "Only if you ask nicely." 

"That wasn't nice? Thought I was being a good boy there." He mumbles diligently pulling at the hem of her shirt and she bites down a smile, fingers still wrapped round his wrist. 

"Pretty please…?" He wheezes his words out begging-ly -- upper lip curving, pupils dilating and she shrugs, "..if you insist so.." His grin was immaculate that of golden sun when she pressed her lips to his knuckles carefully giving it a gentle pat afterward. 

"Not doing that again." She breathes out the air she was winding up inside her for so long. Spinning on her heels to turn her back towards him and put the first aid back under the sink, "We'll see 'bout that, let's do some grocery." He stands up patting his thighs loudly, "Wouldn't be surprised if we'll find bugs in me cabinet instead of goodies." 

// 

They've been roaming isles for an hour now and they always end up fighting who will push it. Harry doesn't let her because she keeps on filling it with instant noodles, chocolate bars and sakurai oreos. 

"How about we try to live till our fifties wouldn't be that beautiful?" He follows behind her closely. His chest brushes against her shoulders everytime she makes a stop to cooes over some brightly coloured food and candies, "'M trying to make it till next year, dunno 'bout you." She mutters grumpy-ly tossing another packet of cherry lollipop inside the trolley.

He puts it back. 

With a strict warning glare to her way. 

"I want you to stay healthy." He says sternly glaring up at her from his ducked position. She tosses the lollipop back from the shelf, "'M paying for my things." She dismisses him off panning deadly. 

"Fo' fucks sake, 's not 'bout money!" He grits annoyed at her stubbornness and she arches her brow leaning against the trolley, "Harry…'m not an actress or some high-paid model. Lemme enjoy real things, okay? Or just say you'd look too outta my league standing next to me." Her brows pints down into a frown and her shoulder slumps with her body further relaxing against the trolley. 

She's up for a debate with him right in the middle of the junk food aisle if that's the case.

"See. That's why I don't want to be married!" A couple from far banters off in astonishment catching Y/N completely off guard. 

"Uh-ah!" She yelps getting startled from the boom of interruption and a high-pitch squeaks leaves out of her petite lungs when the trolley rolls from under her perched elbow making her stumble for a nice trip but the bang never came as Harry coiled his arm around her waist to pull her on stable feet with a firm hand over her smallest of back. 

His gentle pupils flicker between her frenzied one's, noses tickling and teasing each other with each spurt of breath that rushes out of her parted soft mouth and against his cheek. 

"Maybe it's not that bad after all." The couple who were planning their future based on another couple, who's not even a couple yet but trying to work on it with their shared amount of affection; sighs in awement leaving Harry and Y/N in their own bubble. 

He takes her by the elbow and helps her with his lips thinned, "Careful there." His mumble is deep and coherent husk. 

She didn't whine about his green vegetables, boring low fat cheese and planned meals, celery or whatever that shit is, after that. Walking by his side like a kid who just got relief from his time out punishment. 

While on the counter she asked him politely rather than biting his head of, "Lemme pay please. I'm already imposing on you by staying at your place." She knows that he wouldn't let her. Harry wants to take care of her -- in every way. He just hopes she warms up to him slowly that there will be a day she thinks of his home as hers too, oh how the table turns! 

T'not make her think that his love for her is only restrictive to materialistic things he lets her pay --- but for half of it. 

"D'ya got a change, miss?" The cashier asks her and she cranes her neck up to him. He denies waving his credit card with a disappointed expression so she quickly takes a chewing gum from the racks beside in return for the change. 

He stops in his tracks. Watching her with glinting eyes more like fawning at her when she sways on her feet happily swinging the bag in her hold side by side. 

"C'mon Harry!" She grins twiddling her fingers in a gesture to usher him where she's standing beside his car, "Yup. On your command, darlin'." He shakes his head. To fetch himself from the fond-land he always enters with anything she does. 

// 

There's a low hum of telly buzzing in the room as they sit crossed legs on the coffee rug with their knees brushing if any of them moves their bum a tad, while they slurp onto the remaining soup in the noodles cup. 

This whole time he wanted to say something, to talk to her, his heart out and make it a domestic routine of sharing stuff while they eat comfy in eachother's presence but seems like his tongue betrays him everytime and his needy eyes always want to admire her and the little things she does. 

He licks his lips, nodding profusely when she asks for his cup and chopsticks to take to the kitchen. A huge sigh of relief vanishes out from his chest when she disappears inside giving him time to re-collect himself, he rummages through the bag to take out the chewing gum they bought at the last moment. 

He rips the packet with his teeth but it remains pressed there between his morals when he senses the familiarity of the foil --- she bought a fucking condom out of accident! 

At the same moment she pads outside halting in her tracks infront of him with a horrendous expression as her peepers wouldn't stop blinking. He doesn't not know what got into him but he throws it her way as if he's utterly disgusted by it. 

Sinks into the couch and refuses to meet her gaze. She throws it back at him, "I don't want it, keep it you might need it." There he goes. The smugness fuels back as he outstretches his arm over the back of the couch and man-spreads scrutinizing the way her eyes linger at his meaty thighs before flicking them away with a nervous gulp. 

"You've already planned it all out, hun?" He smirks rubbing the belly of his nose with his pinky's knuckle and she folds her elbows under her breasts shaking her head at his teasing, "Yeah planning to . . . murder you t'night." She laughs out evilly when his eyes widen comically. 

"Hmm. I see. Didn't know ye' were this kinky 'n naughty." She rolls her eyes at his edgy nip. She wouldn't admit it but him testing her patience turns her hot and flustered. 

"Night, H." She yawns and his heart grows ten times bigger at the softness of her appearance. She cranes her head against her shoulder to look at him from the spot she's standing at when his voice calls for her, "Y/N!? Ye'really into knives? In the bed I mean." His grin mischievous knowing fully well what he's doing to her as he waits for her answer propped on his knees. 

She slams the door at his face and he plops back into the sofa with a pouty victorious smile. 

// 

Harry didn't realise that in the middle of watching Gilmore Girls on the telly he fell asleep straining his neck from keeping it in a weird angle, his arms hugging the pillow and feet dangling adorably nowhere. He groans knuckling away the sleep and tries to wake up when he heard a feeble noise of someone taking his name until he looks up and finds Y/N towering him with her fluffy cream blanket pinched around her head darlingly. 

"What happened, pet? Y'okay!?" He gasps trying to sit up and take her precious face to inspect her properly but she shakes her head and lays him back gently. 

Her nose runny and cheeks rosied as she asks for a favour from him, "Can I -- um," She wipes her nose with the sleeve of her sweater paw. He doesn't question her further and opens his long arms to welcome her for a warm embrace. 

"C'mere, pet." His whisper delicate to her. 

She lies down pressed to his front resting her head on his sprawled arm and scooches herself closer to him smiling shyly against his hoodie where a Harry is embroidered in pink thread. It's like a gust of fresh spring and dew of nighty mountains as Harry takes a relaxing breather snuggling her impossibly affectionately close to himself, petting down her sweet smelling hair. 

"Y'can talk to me 'bout anythin'." Their heart-beats in sync as he keeps his palm spread at her back to protect her from falling, "Ye' know that right?" He pulls back to cradle her chin between his fingers and look her in eyes sincerely. 

"I know that button. Sleep for now, hmm?" He smiles softly, shutting his eyes from giving out how much a mere love name's enough to fuse him into a cloud of giddiness. 

// 

In the morning though, Harry's a small spoon and Y/N a big one. Her limbs trying to latch to his body in every way possible with her cheek smashed against his shoulder blade. 

His lips quirks up into a lazy loopy smile full of contentment and peacefulness as he weaves his each finger into her's to bring her knuckles to his mouth and smother it in kisses, "Rise n' shine you furball." He rasps. chin doubling adorably as he tries to look at his squirmy girl. 

He turns to face her side, temples touching and lips hovering over eachother's skin. He feels her smiling against his chin as she cuddles up into him, "I'd like to make you a brekkie…." She murmurs playing with baby curls on the nape of his neck. 

"Dunno 'bout that. What if you poison me, t'death?" He giggles and she smacks his belly pouting grumpy-ly. 

"Offer, expired. no more brekkie for you." She tells him wiggling out of his grip and walks towards kitchen but burst into gleeful laugh when he wraps around her calves like a koala bear, "Was jokinnnn', babe." He emphasizes his words with a twinge of whine and she meanders her hand in his ruffled curls. 

"Kay! Kay! But, I could only make you omelette and sour bread." He jumps back on his feet enthusiastically looping his arm around her clavicles, "No problem. Glad t'eat  anythin' made from your lovely hands."

She made him brekkie and he made fabulous peach tea for them. She blabbered off and he listened with careful ears. He praised her with glinting proud eyes and she treasured these praises in her heart. 

While she chewed slowly he messaged his manager that he couldn't come to any working place for a week or so. He wants to make it special and memorable for them, their honeymoon phase. 

"D'ya have any class today?" He asks her leaning towards her atop the counter, "Nope 's Saturday dummy." She chuckles flicking her thumb against his forehead and he gives a dimpled grin with bolted shut eyes.

"Yeah … silly me." 

"Why?" 

"So that I could take ye' ona date." His inners bouncing desperate to know her answer, "Me?" She points at herself surprised with parted lips.  

"Yes you, is there somebody else sitting with us? Hello?" He calls for that non-existent person and she suckles her bottom lip to subside her squeals down. She breathes out, "Some ghostie? Evil spirit? Jesus himself —-" She cuts his banter of. With a light slap to the back of his hand. 

"Okay." She says with an excited shake of head happiness bare in her words and Harry literally slips from his seat padding towards her in haste, "I'd love to." She confirms with a sweet smile and he hooks his nimble finger around her jeans loop to pull her closer to him for a fervid emotional hug. 

//

She was a frolic mess in her room trying out her outfits and fitting into her skirts, trousers anything that could match perfectly. Deciding to terminate any ideas to wear cotton floral sun-dresses instead ends up tucking a baby pink sweater into her chequered white and black plaid trouser along with a pair of Mary Janes booties. 

She took huge puffs of breath to calm her wild heart down when the knock on her door appeared. He decided to be a full on romantic today doing all the date rituals without any shame dressing up in a silk shirt three shades lighter than her's, with a pussy bow around his neck and she thinks she couldn't be more in love with him as he has a bunch of sunflowers and jasmines in the cracks of his jewels adorned fingers. 

"Well, well, well, Look who came to their enemy's door holding presents." She smirks and he scowls, "Oh cut it. 'M here to pick y'up fo' our date." 

What makes her lose her mind's Zippy on his shoulder.

"Oh my goodness! Harry!" She leaps towards him and takes her fluffy beast in her arms and showers Zippy's crown with many many kisses, "Thank you!" She cries out joyfully wrapping her free arm around his waist and cuddles him for dear life. 

"I lo —-- " She thinks it'd be embarrassing to say it on the first date and Harry almost had a mini heart-attack but she changed her words, "I can't be more grateful to you, thank you so much." 

"Now, stop thankin' me hunny." He gives her the flowers he plucked himself from his backyard and kisses the apple of her cheek turning her into a gooey mesh. 

"Where is it?" She avoids checking him out. 

"Why should I tell ya?" He nudges her to lock her elbow around his and she gazes up at him with loving eyes, "'cos 'm your date that's why."

"Bribe me then." He grins bashfully. 

"Harry!!" She gasps and huffs tipy-toeing timidly to plant a soft kiss to his chin but it lands against his throat making him thin his lips to give out a noise that could embarrass both of them. 

"Not telling you." He squeaks dragging her outside into the porch and she whines, "You leech!" 

// 

"You did not!" She snaps her neck in utter exhilaration from the view in front of her and towards Harry who's watching her with puffed cheeks to not to give out his bunny smile as her face turns guppy. The sunshine dawdles around them and she pulls him down to her level with the tug of their intertwined hands, "You're somethin' else, Styles." It warms his blood. Bursting sentiments of pure love and amiability through each orifice that leads to his heart. 

"Only fo' you." He whispers stroking the plush of her cheek -- restraining to place his needy  lips on her alluring pillow one's inviting him to have a good taste of their sweetness before they could taste the ripeness of strawberries growing at the farm he just took her. 

"Uhm. Let's see who could collect more!" She grins pushing herself three steps away from him with support of his pecs, "What's the prize?" He asks pawing at her hips to keep her in intimate distance and she giggles tapping his chin. 

"A feeling of saccharine-ss and sweetness when we'll eat those strawberries out." She tries not to step on heavy branches that are still growing and makes her way to the fresh patch, "Perhaps, that could be acquired from eatin' somethin' else out too." His wet lips brushes against her earlobe as he speaks, sending a shiver down her spine. 

"You're being very loud and lewd." She pokes him in ribs. Squatting down to pluck a juicy perfectly sized strawberry and hovering it against his mouth to give him a taste, "Hmm what could I say 'm a man of dirty words." His eyes darken to an intoxicating shade of emerald as his heart-shaped magenta lips wrap around the strawberry to split it in two with his teeth. 

He still remembers. How her mouth tasted that night, how her lips came molding around his's like a stamp of a lover's letter and her body fitted against his's like a lost piece of puzzle. 

Just made for him. 

"Harry …" She's out of words. Maybe, breath. 

"Yes dovie?" He hooks his finger into her belt's loop to saturate the thread like distance between them and makes tight hold at the nape of her neck to crane her head up to meet his honey eyed gaze, "D'ya know how to make strawberry mochi?" His shoulder slumps at her question and he rests his cheek atop her temple cutely. 

"Noo." His voice sort of whine-y. 

"No, problem. We'll make it together." She chuckles turning back to collect the strawberries into her basket. 

She never had this fun. Messing around with him. Feeding eachother the sweet fruit. Him scaring her that some rat sprinted by her feet and enjoying the way she jumps at him, only wheezing comically when she throws a blow at him. 

Her giggles bounces off each and every ivory flower and leafy plant as he pins her to the viridescent grass, with his thighs and tickles her non-stop. What started as raspberries turns into sloppy smothers of kisses all over her face. 

"Harry!!" She bursts into another fit of laughter, "Stop." She warns him squeezing her thighs around his waist and he giggles challenging her. 

"O'what? Huhh?" She closes her eyes nuzzling into his arm that's trapping her down, "Or I'll kiss you…" Her voice gentle and dulcet making his grip loosen and heartbeat fastens like a thunderbolt. 

"'M not afraid of that." He gives a toothy grin sneaking a glance at her hand which's gliding up his throat to cup his cheek, eyelids fluttering like petals from breeze as she smudges her sweet mesh coated lips against his's in a tenderly ardent, and yearningly amiable kiss feeling her pulse ring in her ears with so much force. 

His fingers make their home down her smooth hair to cup the nape of her neck, elbows digging into mud when he lifts her up to deepen the kiss sloppily. Just her. Only her. Swirling inside of him as his very thought. 

Their noses crooking perfectly, skins kissing and bodies hitched to eachother with the knot of souls. 

She whimpers into his mouth squishing the poor strawberry she was holding in her free hand from the intensity of fierce sentiments she's spiraling in; to have him all and swallow him all because he's that damn gorgeous. His tongue pokes and tickles the plush insides of her small mouth tasting the strawberry straight from where he loves the most. His belly burning with the fire of desire feeling the way her body's reacting with puriency to his subtle touches of affection. 

He was dying to have a kiss from her the day she gave him her lips that night and he couldn't resist but to think about it regularly. 

A wet filthy sound bubbles around them when they part away with the remnants of spit in the form of intricate strings connecting them; that breaks when he relaxes his forehead against her's taking a good breather of mossy air. 

"S' messy." He tuts when his eyes fall at her palm covered in strawberry pulp. 

She gasps giddy-ly when he pokes his pink tongue out and takes a huge swipe up her palm with an erotic hum that rattled her insides. 

"H -- arry." She nibbles at her bottom lip to filter noises she's unable to hold meanwhile he sucks her fingers one by one to clean them, her panties twisting with an ache of want. 

"Hmm. All nice 'n clean, now we should go." He says flipping her wrist to act as if he's inspecting it. Brushes the dirt of his trousers leaving her baffled and grumpy. When she doesn't stand up he squats down at her level arching a brow at her and before she could know what's happening she's thrown over his broad shoulder like a rag doll. 

Her squeals hearty and giggly as she tries to punch his back but her breath gets caught in her throat when his large hand comes spanking her butt-cheek. He waits for her reaction —- grinning cheekily when she sucks in her weak mewls and grabs the back of his neck blabbering his name off. 

He puts her back on the ground once out on the gravel path and hands her the basket piled with strawberries. Ducks down to sponge a kiss to her cheek telling her to stay glued to her spot as he leaves to pay. 

She smiles down at her feet then at the sky revinding all the moments and their lovely kiss that makes her feel all warm and stupidly gooey. 

While boarding the train he wiggles his finger behind himself to get a hold on her and keep her close to him, craning his neck with a lopsided sly smile, "Hold me hand." 

"If you insist." She nods with a grin slipping her fingers over his palm and he wovens them with his own with a firm grip stepping inside the train and helps her to do so with his free hand behind her head. 

She sighs. Sitting with her back pressed against the window of the train. One leg folded and other dangling from the seat as she stares at Harry with a pouty smile. 

"Don't ya think you're sittin' too far away from me?" He says, grabbing her knee, "Come here." And slides her towards himself now their thighs overlapping. He doesn't like even the mere distance between them —-- might sound sappy but he wants to be like her scent. 

"Happy?" She pinches his cheek and he winces dramatically ruffling her already loose tresses of hair making her look as if she was on a roller coaster minutes ago, "aren't you a one clingy bunny!" She huffs trying to blow away the hair falling in her eyes. He bobs his head in agreement and slings his elbow around her shoulders to tuck her under his chin protectively. 

// 

"Okie, now add some sugar in it —- aish slow down …" She coughs waving away the sugar dust tickling her nostrils as Harry poured so much sugar all at once. He has his chin rested on her head and her hips crooned against his thighs as they make the strawberry and vanilla mochi together. 

His puffer jacket on her shoulders (To the time they went to buy grocery stuff it started being cold and Harry being a mommy he took out his jacket and bundled her up in it) —- She sneezes and he quips pecking her hair, "Bless your heart." Fetches her a tissue too. 

"Thank you, bubs." She giggles grabbing his jaw bringing him down to smooch a kiss to his lips. She pulls back but he persists snaking his palm around the nape of her neck to keep her put —- she gives in with her heart fluttering like candle flame in a destructive storm. 

Turns in his embrace and hooks her elbows behind his head patching tiny, tiny, tiny pecks on his pillowy lips until he gets desperate to kiss her mouth and tongue pushing her to his front by gliding his hand into the back-pocket of her jeans. 

Her head lulls. Feeling as if the kitchen got filled with candy clouds floating around her when he cradles her cheeks in his both palms lapping at her bottom lip and nips at it with every whimper of desire that falls, "Mine." He breathes out rubbing the bridge of his nose up and down her cheek like a puppy nuzzling into his favourite plushie. 

"Yours." She says without any hesitation. 

He smashes his wet lips back on hers. Swirls of gleeful colours surrounding them as he feels like he could kiss her forever. 

She gasps gazing down lustfully at his wine cherried lips when he holds her from waist and sits her on the wooden counter, "I want you to take me." She murmurs nailing at the silk of his top and he paws at her hip-bones cravingly, it makes her feel like one the most desired women alive. 

"I'm all yours to pleasure you lovie'," He looks her in the eyes with so much love and affection it melts her whole, "Just ask me and I'll give me girl what she wants …. " He says trailing sloppy kisses down her throat. Her head falls against the tiled wall giving him more access to her skin --- so he could mark her as he wishes. 

The heat from his mouth to her bare skin arouses her to an extent she feels wetness sticking to the insides of her thighs with each grind of his crotch against her's. 

She tugs at the roots of his curls, mouth parted around a moan when he grazes his touch over her plump breasts, "Is this okay?" He asks breathlessly and she bobs her head vigorously latching onto him. 

"Yes, please, more … " He blinks to let reality sink in when she raises her arms in the air for him to get rid of her clothes. 

He smiles. Hard. Crinkles forming by his eyes and cheery lines around his mouth as she looks up at him with those doe eyes glinting with his own reflection. 

She squirms grumpily and he cackles loudly when she hooks his fingers into the hem of her jeans as a sign that "just undress me right now and fuck me hard over this counter." But, the romantic sap he's just keeps on being a tease. 

"Fuck me already." She huffs locking her ankles behind his back. 

"Trust me, I want it as bad as y'do but are you sure —-- " 

"I'm --- just fuck …. " She cuts him off, cupping his cheeks and kisses his mouth. He groans when she sucks his swollen lip in between his teeth and lifts her pelvis grinned against his swell lining in his trouser to elaborate her neediness through actions, 

He undresses her finally folding them and putting them away nicely while she stays a breathless mess just in her undies, her sheer panties soaked in her juices and profanities of moans fuses into air from both of them as Harry places his hands on her knees. Irises darkening with lust when he looks at the delicate lines of her drippy pussy lips forming from underneath the material. 

"Spread your legs, I want to feel how turned on I made you feel." His voice an obscene grunt and it tingles her core making her feel she should obey him, "Fuckin' hell." His moan is dirty as he rubs the pad of his long digits against her soaked centre. His piercing gaze flitting between her thighs crumbled her in the best way possible. 

She fists the hem of his top, tugging at it with the blabbering of his name. 

A series of pornographic whines leaves her through her nose when he demands her to raise her bum so he could get rid of the last thing being a bother to them. 

"Oh my — " She arches her spine when his fingers withered in her stickiness, between her glistening pussy lips to her mound pinching her clitoris in the way and listens to the soapy noises he's creating while lathering his hand with her juices he'd love more to coat his tongue with. 

"This is what you want, hmm? For me to bend you over this counter right fucking now and pump me thick cock inside your sweet cunt from behind till you're screaming for me to ram harder inside you, so deep that you feel me in your little tummy and I keep it there for hours making you cum on it again and again — many time that you're milky and cramped around my prick like a filthy girl you're." He dips his impossibly sweet pink tongue inside her mouth and makes her sip down his dirty words through her throat not letting her mewls slip out as his lengthy finger slicks inside her causing her melt against his chest with a turmoil of emotions and heat she never felt before. 

Her brain whirles with the mantra of fuckfuckfuck but her guppy lips says otherwise, she coils her arms around his shoulders scratching her nails down his neck — eyes rolling back as she shakes with the build of ecstasy. 

"You're so snug and warm, sweets. Can't wait to be inside you." He husks curling his digit to give her upper wall a good rub, "Harry!" Her scream comes out gruff vibrating with a sexy octave. 

"Yes, baby." He pinches her chin between his thumb and forefinger staining soft wet kisses from the corner of her lips, to her rosy cheeks and down her throat sewing love bites along her veins.

"Does it feel good, hmm? 'M g'na stuff you full of my prick bet it'll make you feel like heavens --" Her brows tenses up as he forces her to keep her eyes locked with his's and groans with the throb in his cock bound to implode with each whimper of his name she lets out hiking up her knees on the counter — the heels of her feet sticking firmly against the edge of the counter giving a carnally pleasing view for him to enjoy and ooze with sticky precum. 

He huffs out breathily, fingers sliding in and out at a fast pace while he moves down to take her perky nipple between his teeth teasing it with nip of his tongue, "Fuck. Mhmm baby I've so many dirty things to d'to you, would you be an atta girl and be naughty with me?" He nuzzles his curls against her skin grinding his knuckles up and down against her swollen clit. 

"Yes, yes, yes." She moans trying to sink impossibly deep on his fingers. He admires her in amusement as her belly twists into ripples and she thrashes in his tight hold —- broken into pieces of vulnerability foxily. 

He withers his gaze to where he's driving his fingers roughly inside her and a cold shiver runs down his spine, eyelashes fluttering and he sucks his bottom lip brutally praising her softly, "yes just like that darling taking my fingers so good —- they'll look pretty down your throat too while I'll fill your other holes with me, all me." He wraps a hand around her throat giving it a light squeeze and it was enough to spread warmth and the saccharine feeling of fullness in her every tissue gushing over his fingers. 

"You're mine." He growls nipping at her sweet spot –-- wearing her out with his continuous different motions inside her. His wrist glistening with her come and her head lulls on his tanned shoulder, eyes slip shut, chest levitating with shallow breaths. 

She cups his cheeks wrapping her trembling legs around his waist and kisses his smile, it's sloppy and barely a kiss with their lazy effort to keep their mouths on each other to soak into intimacy. 

Next they're a moaning and crying mess on the kitchen floor with her knee hooked around his hip to keep him close as he stretches her out leaving a pleasurable burn against her squishy inviting walls. 

His cock sits warm inside her pussy and his balls snug against her bum. It's torturous waiting for her to give a signal that he might move because he couldn't resist but to be rock hard inside her and fuck her for hours but his knees are laughing at him for being unable to bear the sting of cold tiles. 

"You can move, 'm okay." She whispers hugging him for dear life and he nods grinding his hips slowly, the bulbous head of his dick hitting all the right spots —- he's so good at fucking. 

He takes her fleshy tits in his palms caressing them with each lewd stroke of his cock inside her and treats her glistening lips from his spit back to his mouth, pecking it generously. 

"Pull me hair." He groans pushing hard and guides her hand into his swirl of sweaty curls — hips stuttering, eyes rolling back into his skull erotically when she does so peppering loving kisses under his earlobe, "You're g'na ruin me lovie … fuck me please." He whines grabbing her ass and lifts her pelvis to slide inside her dripping pussy with much more roughness. 

She has never seen him like this. Shredded to seams for her, sweat beading down his gorgeous face like glimmer of pearls and eyes mossed with so much lust and desperation it knocks air out of her lungs. 

He rolls them over gently and her squeal turns into a shameless yawp when he feels much more bigger than before inside her with her being on top of him —- he was right she could feel him in her tummy. 

She's clueless what to do. Not that she's gonna show it –- she doesn't want to give him an impression that she knows barely anything about riding but the way she begins with zealous back and forth movement digging the heels of her palms against his pecks wrecks him havoc. 

"You're doin' so good pet, yes, yes, yes. Use me baby. Use me like your little fuck toy 'm c'mon." He grabs the nape of her neck and brings her down to skim his tongue over her lips, manipulating the plushiness of them with his teeth. His balls slapping against her skin as she bounces on his cock diligently and he fists the soft flesh of her bum with both of his hands to help her ride him knows she's labouring herself out, "I'm all yours." He says caressing her sides to make sure she's okay and brushes the wisp of sticky hair behind her ear. 

"You're looking so sexy sitting on my dick like that -- how about I don't allow you to cum so you could keep me warm with your pussy like that fo' hours?" His pants out gripping at her thighs as his prick spills with wetness inside her and she cries out shaking, "No!" He smirks crinkled forming by his eyes and takes this chance to drive hard up inside her making her flop onto his chest. 

She gasps moistly, pulsating around him feeling every ridge and vein of his cock stroking against her walls creating obscene noises of skin meeting skin and their moistures mixing soapily like gooe.

"Cum fo' me baby -- squeezing me s' tight. I know you're there." His pants laboured and heavy as he sucks his own digits coating them with his spit nicely and glides them down pressing them to her weeping bud, then flickers it in prolong circles. Toes curling. His thrusts consistent and fast. She crooks her nose against his's murmuring to him with a wavering voice. 

"I'm gonna cum, fuck." 

"You're gonna make me come." 

Her eyes widen in surprise but her body reacts otherwise albeit she has never experienced it —- but her moans were uncontrollable when he spanked her butt cheek and she crampied down at him jolting tremendously with the wave of insanity spreading to her bones.

"I'm a naughty boy, give it to me." He kisses his teeth together man spreading and throwing his knees up to ram up inside her perfectly.

His eyes shuts till he could see white spotting behind them -- he spills inside her in form of thick ribbons and milks her cunt with it riding her out of her high. She clings to his body and snuggles into him to tone down the shivers running down her spine with each tiny orgasm she feels rushing out with his lazy thrusts.

"I'm jello." She tells him and he looks down at her with a mishevious grin, "Does that give me a reason to eat you whole?" She rolls her eyes poking at his cheek with a grossed out expression. 

"I'm still inside ye', remember?" He stirs his hips to make her realise and she yelps not know if it's making her feel hot or utterly sensitive, "You're insatiable." She mumbles pouting her lips to indicate him she's dying for his lips to smooch kisses to her. 

"No kidding I love the noises you make when you come undone." She confesses timidly drawing stars at his chest and he giggles kissing her temple gently, "Stop before you wake me buddy up again –- he quite fond of you." He blushes hiding his face into the crook of her neck with tiny voice. 

// 

They're canoodling under the fluffy blanket on the sofa watching telly after they just took a bath together, shampooing eachother with peach scents and drying eachother off with warm towels. She's nuzzled into his side wearing one of his baby yellow robes, his arm stays around her shoulder thumb addicted to caressing her silky cheek, sometimes spreading his fingers down her throat to tip her chin up to smooch sweet kisses on her lips.

"You're cute when you're not a pest." She giggles and he frowns comically pretending to munch her alive, "That's very rude -- you should be thankful that I lov — " Her heart almost stops functioning. 

They were sipping onto their green teas and nibbling onto the strawberry mochi they made and refrigerated before when the doorbell rang making them groan in laziness.

She stood up going to see what took Harry so long on the door and got revealed to him talking instinctively to whoever rang the bell. 

"Hi, Y/N." Scottie smiles at him. Carrying her luggage and Y/N looks down at her attire for a second then forwards her hand shyly. She was so scared that day –- it's a blur to her but now she watches Scottie properly she realizes …. She's the same girl from all the paparazzi photos.

Something switches off inside her. The rainbows and confettis, the moonlight and stars and the nebula of the whole galaxy she had consumed in her little body from making love to Harry just shuts down into a white noise.

Her bottom lip plumps into a pout. Eyebrows trembling from this confused feeling of some invisible thing squeezing the life out of her. 

She's jealous. 

"I just came here to say bye." Scottie's voice makes her focus back into reality. 

"Oh…" She just nods. She doesn't return the hug even though her brain guilt trips her for that and when Scottie leaves with the air thick and tense, Harry corners her in between a wall and piece of furniture cradling her grumpy face in his careful palms speaking gently to her. 

"You don't 'ave to worry 'bout her, she's just a friend …. Infact you don't have to worry 'bout anyone because I love you so so much baby that I don't see myself spending me life with anyone else." She glances up at him twice, jaw falling slack from shock and he chuckles smothering her in kind-hearted kisses when she stares at him like a hawk. 

"You what!?" 

"I love you, Y/N." Her eyes closing like a moth flapping nearer to fire and finding peace in burning inside it. 

"I love you too so much." She whispers and welcomes his lips melting against her ardently. With the passion only lovers hold. Amiability she couldn't find anyone else but in his embrace, in his kisses and his lovemaking. 

"Can we go back to cuddlin'? Me feet gettin' cold baby." He whines treading fastly into the living room while carrying her like a kitten from behind and makes squeaky noises once snoozed under the warmth of the blanket. 

He touches their foreheads. Kissing the tip of her nose adorably. 

"I love you." Then burst into giggles. When she returns the passion coyly. 

"I love you too." 

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles one shots #harry styles fanfic #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #Harry Styles fluffy duffy

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enhypen as people from my hs

honestly high school was a blast for me and i just want to apologize to anyone who was in high school when covid hit 💔 i made so many memories and i was feeling nostalgic because i was listening to onoffonoff by keshi which released when i was in high school 😭 gOD im old 

heeseung

there was this one kid who was an actor and was always in the school theater performances (our school was focused on the arts so he looked really good 😩) he had the nicest brown eyes and i tHinK his name was isaac but he had this slight british accent and everyone thought he was really attractive 😭 i tried making small talk until i found out he was two years older than me and had a super pretty gf who lived in britain 💔 he didn't have a lot of friends because he was new and was the environmental club's leader but i swear... everyone had a crush on him 🤠 and heeseung kNOWS he's a popular, pretty boy..

jay

gives me my friend mikey vibes, he was my first friend in high school... he saw me walking in the halls like 😫 and he was like do you want some meatballs? i stress made 75 meatballs.. please eat some with me... and BOOM yeah my first friend of high school over meatballs 😭 he was so funny and tutored me in spanish 😣 he wasn't even that good himself... i wasn't paying him tho so it didn't matter... if anyone tried to cancel him he would lift up his shirt bc everyone was in awe of his abs and we would all just shut up. i can see jay do this in the future, like i just know he checks himself out... 😭

jay

omg one of mikey's good friends was named elliot and elliot was one of the absolute nicest people i have ever met like he drinks his respect women juice 🤠and he accidentally told his baseball team we were dating so we had to fake date for a while and break it off (nothing romantic actually happened) and one time i was walking with him and his friends to the market but his baseball members asked if he wanted a ride 😳 he was going to get in but then he realized i wouldn't be able to ride and so he sacrificed a car ride for a friend 😭 also we got pizza every week.. idk yall but jake screams this type of energy

sunghoon

i was friends with this guy named steven and we were neighbors and i was so in awe with him because he was literally good at everything !! dance captain, cross country star, one of the smartest in our grade, amazing painter, bassoon section leader, funny, like what 😭 he dated my ex best friend all throughout middle and high school (they're married now..) but literally i was surprised every time he could do something else perfectly 😩 i didn't know sunghoon was an ice skater for a pretty long time and when i found out i was like 😥 what can't this boy do.. literally so talented and v v heartthrob 

sunoo

this babyboy reminds me of one of my closest friends now that i met in my freshman math class named kelly 🤩 kelly unni if you're reading this ily but like fr this girl would smile all the time and offer me snacks while learning stupid stuff like parabolas and blah 🙄 for any special holiday/bday she would always give out ramen noodle packs and can i mention she dances so well ?? we spent most of our time talking about seventeen who had just debuted i think (omfg) and this one boy named john who she really liked 💀 very cute and foodie vibes, we still rant to each other all the time 😣

jungwon

omfg this is literally my friend sam 😭 so so competitive and  took like almost 12 aps during hs and i highkey miss him 😭 so over competitive to an amount i had to become his therapist every spring 💀 had an INSANE obsession with twice and joshua hong and was friends with furries his freshman year.. highkey bad at texting still to this day and the only reason why i passed chemistry and was my prom date bc i got dumped a week before people could buy prom tickets 🥺 he was a really good friend.. the work ethic screams yang jungwon 😍 also a surprisingly good dancer despite being tall,, 

ni-ki

honestly gives me vibes of the girl who always asked for math homework 5 mins before it was due (i forgot her name 😭) but she was really funny and loud and apparently she got a lot of likes on musically (DO U GUYS REMEMBER?? I WAS IN HS😣) so nobody could really say no to her also she was on cheer and very hot so how could i say no ?? 😢 i let her copy off me for popularity 💀 but yea after using my for a good grade she gave me a hug and a giftcard and i was literally like WHQJSHWHWB????? idk just her chill vibe gives me ni-ki vibes 🤩

#enhypen fluff #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen headcanons #enhypen #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #jungwon #ni-ki #this was fun #bb talk

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3

OIKAWA TOORU: EVANESCENT

[Continuation]

[Third Person's POV - Time-skip]

"Ladies and gentlemen, EVAN airlines welcomes you to Tokyo. The local time is 4:57 pm. For your safety and the safety of those around you, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened and keep the aisle(s) clear until we are parked at the gate. The Captain will then turn off the “Fasten Seat Belt” sign, indicating it is safe to stand. Please use caution when opening the overhead compartments and removing items, since articles may have shifted during flight. Once again, we thank you for choosing our airline and fly with us.”

The girl immediately woke up when she heard the announcement.

She looked looked outside the window and smiled.

"It's been ages. I'm glad to be back"

She fixed her things and waited for the next announcement indicating that they are now allowed to leave the plane.

[Inside the airport]

"Oi, Omi! Where are you?"

"Chill, we're trying to find you. There's a lot of people here. Where are you exactl- nevermind I see you now"

"We? who are you with?"

Sakusa didn't answer and hanged up the call.

"Eh? did he just hung up on me? so rude. My brother is so rude"

"Are you bad mouthing me"

Y/n flinched by the sudden appearance of his brother

"Geez, don't appear so sudden like that. You'll give me a heart attack. Oh" Y/N attention was diverted when she noticed the 2 man with his brother smiling brightly at her.

"Bokuto-san! Shouyou!"

"Yow! Y/N. Have you been doing good?" - Bokuto

"Y/N-SANNNNN!!!!" - Hinata

Y/N chuckled and hugged them

"You guys are loud as always. Nothing really changed. You guys just grew bigger and" Y/N looked at hinata and then to bokuto "beefier"

"Now, Now let's go to the car. There's a lot of people here come on. I want to go home."

"Yupp typical omi. Let's go guys"

Y/N said and the boys helped her carry her luggages.

[Inside the car]

"Hey Y/N"

Y/N looked at the back of the car where hinata and bokuto is seated.

"Yeah?"

"We have a game tomorrow. Are you going to watch?"

"Hmm yeah sure. What time? I have some trainings to do in the morning so it better be evening"

"Oh! Then you'll be able to watch us Y/N-san. Our game will start at 6 pm tomorrow"

"Then count me in! I'll definitely watch you guys!"

"But are you okay with it?" sakusa asked with worry in his voice.

"I mean I'm sure you're aware that Atsumu is our setter"

Y/N chuckled and nodded

"It's fine Omi. Didn't I mentioned it to you?"

Her brother looked at her confused

"Well, I met him in brazil before. He visited hinata that time I guess. After leaving the country and started my career again. I went to a therapist. I went their for treatment. And by the time I met him, I was already good and we were able to make things right. We talked about the things that we have been through. So you don't have to worry. We're in a good relationship now."

The worry in sakusa's face slowly fades and was replaced with a relieved one.

"Glad to hear that"

[The next day]

Y/N's training ended late. It's already 5:35 now and she's rushing now towards the gymnasium. She didn't even have time to change nor fix her self.

As Y/N arrive in the gymnasium sge saw a lot of familiar figures but she haven't seen her brother.

"Y/N!" she looked at the direction of the voice and smiled.

"Motoya-san!"

She run to her cousin and hugged him tightly

"It's been awhile. I haven't seen you in ages. And you look great. And looks like you rushed here after your training" Motoya stated and laughed lightly

"Yeah, It's been awhile. I didn't notice the time and luckily I made it here. Did the game started?"

"No it hasn't started but they are already warming up. Sakusa told me that you're coming so I waited for you. They are already calling the starting lineup. Come on the game is about to start"

The two went inside and saw a whole crowd cheering for both sides.

"Wow, now that's a huge crowd"

"Well, the players are all good and pretty known so it's no surprise that a lot of people came to watch"

Y/N looked around and looked at the opposing side. And she recognize some of the players.

"Eh? Toshi? Kageyama? Hoshiumi? EHHH!? THE ONE THEY ARE GOING TO PLAY WITH IS SCHWEIDEN ADLERS?"

Komori chuckled and nodded

"Yes, It's one of the most awaited battle. A lot of people have been wating to see the match between these two teams to know who's the final boss"

"Oh my god. Now this is getting more interesting. Come on motoya-san let's go over there"

The match between MSBY Black Jackals and the Scheweiden Adlers were a breathtaking scene. It was an intense fight and the winner cannot be predicted.

At the end of the match the MSBY Black Jackals claimed the victory. They won the match and a lot of people cheered.

"Hey Y/N, let's go to their reserved room. Sakusa and the others are waiting"

As they walked to the hallway Y/N bumped into someone.

"I'm so sor-- Y/N?"

Y/N looked at the person and her eyes grew bigger

"Iwaizumi-kun!"

"Y/N, It's been awhile since I last saw you. How have you been?"

"I've beeb good! Hmm yeah it's been awhile. We last saw each other in brazil"

"We should grab some lunch soon. I'll be going now I'm kinda busy today"

"Yeah sure! Bye iwaizumi-kun"

They bid goodbye and Y/N along with Komori started to move again on the way to the room.

They saw Hinata and Atsumu along the way.

"OH! Y/N-SANNN!!!!" Hinata shouted waving his hand

"Shouyou"

They went to them and said their greetings to each other.

"Y/N" atsumu called

Y/N looked at him and gave him a little smile

"Atsumu, it's been awhile"

"Yeah, It really has been awhile. You look great by the way. Looks like you went here after your training"

"Yup, I actually rushed here after my training. Where's omi? I haven't see- oh there he is. OMI!!"

Y/N called her brothers name who just came out of the restroom. He went to their direction and stopped beside Y/N.

"Why are you still in your training attire?" Sakusa asked looking at his sister with disgust

"I rushed here after ny training so I didn't have any time to do so"

"You stink, go get change" sakusa said covering his nose

"Boi, I don't stink! Alright I'll get change first" Y/N rolled her eyes and went to the bathroom to get changed.

"But Y/N-san didn't smell anything bad Omi-san" - Hinata

"She's dirty and I don't tolerate it."

They went to the room to grab their things and waited for Y/N outside.

"Now I'm done"

"Took you so long Y/N"

"Well atleast I'm all CLEAN"

"Yeah yeah whatever. Come on I want to go home"

[Time-skip: Olypmpics]

The Olympics is fast approaching. With all eyes on them, Japan Men's and Women's players of different kinds of sports started to train and prepare for the great battle against other powerful players around the world.

The battle between Japan and Argentina for men's volleyball is scheduled today so does Y/N's game in archery.

[P.S: Just Imagine that you're a great archery player]

[The day before the match]

"Eh, Y/N-san you won't watch our game?" - Hinata

"I really don't know. My last game is also scheduled tomorrow. It's the winning match. If I will win tomorrow I'll be the gold medalist!"

"Wow! really? well then we'll be cheering for you tomorrow!"

"Baka!" kageyama said "We have a match tomorrow we can't go watch and cheer for her"

Hinata's smile faded and looked at Y/N

"It's alright Shouyou. Thank you for the support but you guys have to focus on your own match tomorrow. By the way Iwaizumi-kun, who are they going to play with?" Y/N asked and looked at iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi was hesitant at first but Y/N was waiting for his answer. He sighed and said "They are going to play with the Argentina national team"

Y/N nodded and was thinking about something.

"Argentina? Iwaizumi-kun didn't you mention to me before that your friend is playing there?" - Y/N

"Yeah, don't mind that person. Shouldn't you guys taking your rest now? It's already late. All of you should go rest now. You need to be in your top condition for tomorrow"

Everyone nodded and went to their rooms.

[Present Day]

Today is the day. The battle of powerful teams and players around the world are facing off to know who's the best among the best.

[Y/N's POV]

It's my last game for the championship. I'm so nervous. It's a shame that I won't be able to watch their game.

Wait ... I think I can still make it. I'll arrive there maybe after 15 minutes after the game starts. Alright! Y/N docus on you game first! You can't mess this up. You need to win that gold and take it home.

The game started and I'm the first one to hit the target.

I sighed and got into position. I hold my bow with a firm grip and placed my arrow. I streched the bowstring with my arrow and looked at the target carefully. I released the arrow and it hit to the place where I want.

"10! Japan has been making us really surprise since day one" - Mc

[After the game]

I was so relieved when my game ended.

"Y/N, you did great. Good job! You won congratulations!"

"Oh come on sensei. I wouldn't make it here if it weren't for you" I stood up and bowed to him "Thank you so much for guiding and teaching me!"

"Come on don't be like that. You winning is all I could ask for. Don't you need to go to the gymnasium? You said you wanted to watch your brothers' game right? You should probbaly go now after you get change"

I bowed to him once more and went to go grab my things. I looked at my watch and I still have time. I went to the parking lot and started my car.

[In the gymnasium]

I went straight inside the gymnasium and there were so many audience. I mean that's not a surprise though. I looked around and search for Motoya-san.

"Y/N HERE!"

I looked at the voice direction and waved my hands to them. I went to them and grabbed a seat.

"Motoya-san"

"Glad you still made it here"

"Yeah but I think I'm late"

"You are VERY late. It's the last set of their match you should watch now"

I nodded and looked at the court. I saw ny brother and my friends they looked really exhausted yet the excitement in their eyes is still there.

[Third person's POV]

The match is intense. All players from both sides are tired and exhausted but they are still enjoying the game.

The ball is in Japan's side. It's Sakusa's turn to serve.

Sakusa positioned himself and and threw the ball up and spiked it.

"OMIIII!!! DO YOUR BEST"

Sakusa heard his sister's shout and looked at her side for a second.

"Tsss urusaina" sakusa muttered

The other side was able to receive his serve successfuly

As the game was reavhing to it's end the match became more intense.

Japan side needed to score one more for them to win.

The player on the other side was exhausted and oikawa's mood suddenly turned bad.

He was exhauseted and the setter on the other side was not someone he likes.

Oikawa tried to be professional and focused on their game but his attention was diverted when he heard a very familiar voice in the audience

"Am I hearing things or what?" Oikawa muttered to himself

He looked at the audience to look for the owner of the voice for a short time. But he was caught off guard when he saw the person he loved for so long in the audience staring at him with shock and tears in her eyes.

He was about to shout her name when his teammates called his name.

Oikawa's attention immediately turned back to their game.

At the end, Japan's team won and Argentina lost the game.

"Hey Oikawa where are you going?" One of his teammates asked.

"I'm gonna catch up to you guys later! I need to find someone!" With that Oikawa left their room running to the hallway.

After minutes of searching he couldn't find her. He was about to go back when he saw the Sakusa, Hinata, Bokuto and Akaashi who just came out of a room. He was about to call Hinata when he saw the last 2 other people coming out of the room.

He froze by the scene infront of him. She looked so happy, her laugh was like a music to his ears but the reason behind her laugh hurts him.

"Y/N" he said quietly with sadness in his voice.

He was about to go to them when someone blocked his way. He was about to push the peron away when the person suddenly spoke.

"Oikawa"

He looked at the person blocking his way

"Iwa-chan .... "

"What are you doing here? Your room are on the other side."

"I know but Iwa-cha, Y/N i saw he-"

"You really have the courage to show up your face to her? After what happened before."

Oikawa turned silence as he felt guilty of what had happened before.

He heard his bestfriend sighed and felt a pair of hands patting his shoulders.

"Go to my house tomorrow"

Oikaw gave his bestfriend a weird look

"Boke! It's not something like that. The hell you're disgusting. Y/N and the others will go to my house to hang out. So if you really want to talk things out with her, you better go to my house tomorrow"

Oikawa's face lightened up after hearing what his bestfriend said

"This isn't a prank or something right iwa-chan?"

Iwaizumi evil smiled at his bestfriend

"Well I was able to beat you and it was a really satisfying feeling. But yeah I'm still your bestfriend so think of it as a gift"

The two talked for minutes when someone called Iwaizumi.

"Iwaizumi-san! Oh Oikawa-san!" The boy yelled while running to them.

"Hinata, what's the problem?"

"Ah Iwaizumi-san everyone's waiting for you"

"Oh? Okay then"

Iwaizumi turned to his bestfriend and bid his goodbye

"Oi shittykawa you better treat Y/N right this time or I'll fucking beat you to death"

Oikawa chuckled and waved his hand goodbye.

"Y/N ... will you be able to forgive me?"

After seeing the two boys fade in his sight he immediately went back to his teammates.

[To be contiued]

I just realized that this Chapter has been laying in my drafts for about a week now ...

#anime #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #aoba jōsai #haikyu fanfiction #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu oikawa #hq tooru #haikyuu tooru #oikawa tōru #oikawa x reader #oikawa imagine #oikawa tooru #oikawa x you #hq oikawa #tooru oikawa x reader #anime haikyuu #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa torū #oikawa toru x y/n #oikawa toru x you #toru oikawa x reader #oikawa toru scenarios #hq x reader #oikawa x y/n #y/n

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Toxic Turner - part 16

WARNINGS: this story contains signs of a toxic and manipulative relationship. also contains smut, mentions of drugs and alcohol. some scenes contain forms of abuse. read at ur own risk :)

you stormed out of the house without a second thought. you left completely empty handed with no idea where to go. alex took your phone and you’d left your bag in the hallway, there’s no way in hell you’re going back there anytime soon.

the only place you go when you’ve had an argument with alex is to your moms house, but you left there earlier today angry at your sister so you kinda wanted to avoid her, she’ll only put you in a worse mood. but since you didn’t have your phone on you to call your mom and ask who’s home or not, you just decided to go there anyway. the walk isn’t too far, and the weather is perfect. you walked and talked to yourself in your mind. you started to degrade yourself internally, thinking of yourself as ‘stupid’ or an ‘idiot’. alex printed those words into your brain, they replayed and replayed until you finally believed them.

once you finally arrived at your moms house you hear echoing music from outside the house. you frown and let yourself in, immediately seeing your aunt and sister drinking beer in the kitchen. your mom is a party person in the summer, so she is rarely sober when the sun is shining.

“again, really? aren’t you still hungover?” you ask, giggling as you walk to the kitchen and immediately grabbing their attention. “they say drinking again cures the hangover” your aunt says, taking a sip to show off her already tipsiness. you giggle and shake your head. “yeah, who said that? your therapist?” you pull a silly face causing her to giggle at you. your sister offers you a beer, you accept her offer. “why’re you wearing a jacket? it’s like a hundred degrees outside” your sister asks, tugging at the sleeve of your jacket. “it’s comfy. i like it on” you quickly make an excuse as you shift your arm away from her. she just shrugged it off.

“where’s my favorite nephew in law?” your tipsy aunt asks you as you take a sip from your ice cold beer. “we’re married now, are we?” you awkwardly giggle. you didn’t want to talk about alex, but they seemed to always talk about him. it started to really feel like they disliked you, like alex always said.

“yeah. he’s like- no he is family” your aunt quickly corrects herself. “yeah well. he’s not here. we had a bit of an argument.” you roll your eyes, jumping up onto the kitchen counter to sit there. “oh, that’s why you’re here. not to spend time with your family, to get away from your boyfriend” your sister sarcastically says, immediately continuing to be a bitch from earlier this morning.

“no. i wanted to come here in the first place, he’s the one that didn’t wanna come. whine at him” you frown, taking a swig of alcohol from your bottle. drinking took your mind away from things, and you’re more stressed than you’ve ever been right now, so you desperately needed it.

“see? you always pin your problems on alex so he can fix them. you’ve always been like that, a selfish little bitch” she teases you. “oh fuck you” you raise your voice at her. “now now girls, come on. no fighting.” your aunt says, breaking you both up from arguing. you roll your eyes and look to the side, away from your aunt and sister. your eyes gaze outside the window as you take big gulps from your drink.

“what the hell is that from?” your sister asks, frowning as she looks at your neck. you quickly act confused, like you have no idea what she’s talking about. “what?” you frown, raising your free hand to gently glide your fingers across your skin. it felt sore, but you acted fine.

“those red marks on yo-” your sister began, but you were all immediately silenced by your mom who just walked through the door with a few of her friends. while your sister was distracted, this quickly gave you time to reposition yourself and turn your head towards them so they wouldn’t notice your neck from afar.

“hey bitchessss- oh, fancy seeing you here. the daughter that spends no time with us” your mom jokes and laughs with her friends, not knowing that it offended you. it’s not your fault. “ahaha” you sarcastically giggle along with them as you drink more of your beer. “where’s alex?” your mom asks while looking around for him. “jesus, why is everyone so obsessed with alex? can’t you just be happy that i’m here?” you ask and frown, none of them once seemed excited to see you. they just asked about alex.

“alex knows how to party. you’re just glued to him like you’re his child” your sister jokes, and soon enough everyone else in the room laughs with her. you’re the only one with a straight face. you grew up with a family that loved to tease you, so you’re used to them hurting your feelings on a daily basis, you just had to play along.

“it’s not th-” you began to explain, but your sister talked over you. “she had an argument with him, that’s why she’s here” your sister raises her eyebrows, making your mom frown at you. “wow, you really are ungrateful. the only time you freely spend time with us is when you argue with lover boy” she rolls her eyes at you. “mom i always want to come here, he doesn’t let me” you raise your voice angrily trying to explain. “i find that hard to believe, he always tells me how much he tries bringing you here but you refuse” your mom pulls a dumb face at you.

this was the moment you realized that alex tells your family lies behind your back to make them believe him over you. you can’t believe it. he’s not only manipulating you, but is also manipulating your family too.

“mom that’s obviously not tr-” you begin to speak yet again, but they all just love to talk over you. they all started making unnecessary comments and jokes about you to wind you up, but it just made you feel like shit. “fuck all of you” you mumble, jumping down from the counter to walk out of the kitchen. you didn’t leave the house, you just headed to the stairs to avoid them all. you couldn’t be around them, and you certainly couldn’t be around alex. you’d rather be completely alone and isolated in your childhood bedroom which gave you sad memories of times you miss.

you were moving so quickly and angrily toward the stairs that you accidentally bumped into your cousin who just walked through the door. “woahhh y/n, slow down” he said. “sorry” you say, trying to avoid eye contact as you can feel yourself about to cry.

“what’s wrong? why’re you going upstairs?” he frowns at you, wondering why you’re upset. you’re one of his favorite cousins and he didn’t want you to be alone. “i’m not in the mood” you say, trying to quickly get past him to head upstairs but he grabbed your arm to pull you back, knowing you’re clearly upset.

when he grabbed your arm, you flinched and looked at him. “are you ok?” he frowns, seeing that you’re clearly in distress. “please let go” you sniffle but he refuses to leave you be. “no, you’re not going upstairs. come out here with us” he suggests, trying to get you to spend some time with the family.

“they’ve made me feel worse so i don’t want to” you shake your head, wiping your tears with your free hand as your cousin still has a hold of your other arm so you wouldn’t run off. he’s still wondering why you flinched that hard, but he doesn’t question it out loud. “fuck ‘em, stay with me. i’ll make you feel better” he chuckles, pulling a rolled joint from his pocket with his spare hand and pulling a surprised face to make you laugh. you didn’t even crack a smile, you just huffed through your nose.

“thanks but-” you begin but he pulls you back gently. “please. you’re my favorite cousin, i need a reason to want to be here otherwise my mom will be mad that i never spend time with the family” he says sarcastically as the end. “why? you’re not 12” you manage to giggle at him. “heyyy you laughed. that’s all that matters, come on” he cheers as he leans down to pick you up. “no, y/c/n put me down!” you yell and laugh as he throws you over his shoulder playfully.

he rushes through the house and pushes past your mom in the kitchen as he makes his way to the backyard. “seriously put me down” you continue to laugh as you thrash about on his shoulder but he’s much taller than you, and way stronger than you’ll ever be. “have you got anything in your pockets?” you hear him say which made you widen your eyes knowing what he was about to do. “no i d-” you begin to say but cut yourself off with a playful scream as your cousin throws you into the freezing cold pool.

he and a few others in the back yard start to laugh as he threw you down. you went right underwater, and quickly rose to the surface just seconds later. you gasp as you raise your head from the water and rub your eyes. “oh my fucking god” you yell, shivering from the coldness. “you’re a dick” you laugh as you harshly slap the water in your cousins direction to soak him. he laughs and walks away to grab a beer as a few other relatives join you outside now.

“cold?” your aunt asks and chuckles at you. “give me some of that” you say, reaching your hand up to grab her beer bottle as you cling onto the pool wall. she hands it down to you and watched you take multiple swigs, basically finishing her drink moments later.

“thanks” you say trying to catch your breath as you hand the empty bottle back up to her. “well i don’t want it now” she chuckles, taking the empty bottle from your hands to toss it aside. your cousin came back outside a few moments later to hand you a fresh cold beer from the fridge. “thanks” you say, handing it from him to open it.

you began spending quality time with your family, mainly your cousin and aunt. they’re so much fun while your mom silently judges you with your sister, you’ve always felt like the odd one out but right now, it’s not about them.

an hour or two passed, you found yourself dancing and singing to songs in the backyard with your aunt as you drink yourself away. you’re currently tipsy, you can feel your eyes blur each time you move your head. the sun is beaming down, you forgot about all your troubles. as you’re dancing with your aunt, the two of you start to get playfully touchy with each other’s hands and faces, she even found her way to the sleeves of your jacket to pull it off. you forgot why you even had it on, so you let her take it off. she’s drunk, so she clearly doesn’t even notice the marks on your arm. you discreetly look down and see a bruise forming on your upper arm from where he hit you earlier. you ignored it and continued getting wasted with your family.

even more time went by, you’re a little bit drunk now, but not enough to be wasted. your head is spinning and your eyes are blurrier than before, but you’re having fun so who cares? you’ve been away from alex for at least three and a half hours now, so he obviously started to worry about where you were, only he knew exactly where you’d be. you just weren’t expecting to see him anytime soon.

you’re currently sat on a chair next to your cousin who was high instead of drunk, you’re both sharing the blunt from earlier by passing it back and forth. you and your aunt are the drunkest ones around, everyone else was taking their drinks slowly because it’s only the afternoon, it was way too early to get wasted but you and your aunt both had your reasons.

“can i ask you a question?” your cousin asks quietly as everyone else around was having their own conversations and too focused on the loud music blaring in the garden. “mhm” you happily hum as you turn to look at him, still taking turns to smoke the blunt. “does alex hit you?” he asks, knowing the truth comes out of anyone when they’re drunk. “what makes you think that?” you chuckle, looking away to take a puff. “well, you flinched hard when i grabbed you, and.. you took your jacket off” he sighs, pointing to your arm which he clearly noticed a long time ago.

you see him pointing, so you look down to take a look for yourself. you see the bruise on your upper arm, and two marks from cigarette burns on your lower arm. one is a scar, and one is new. you hide them by flipping your arm over, but anything can be used as an excuse for a bruise. you shake your head and take another puff before handing it back to him. “that’s not from alex” you frown and chuckle to deny his rumors. “then where are they from?” he asks, frowning and waiting for a valid answer.

“i don’t know. could be from anything, i easily bruise” you shrug, trying to drop the topic but he knows something is wrong, he’s smart unlike your other relatives. “where’s your phone?” he asks. “alex has it” you respond, looking at him to frown. “and why does alex have it?” he asks, frowning back at you to get a real response from you.

you just shrug. you can’t think of what to say. “yeah, i find it hard to believe. i’m keeping my eye on him the next time i see him” he warns, raising his eyebrows so you get the hint. he gives you the rest of the blunt before standing up to walk away otherwise he’d get mad. you sigh to yourself and carry on smoking the blunt while you rethink life.

about 20 minutes went by, you’d finished the blunt and another bottle of beer. you’re sitting at the table in the back yard with your head down and eyes closed. you’re not sleeping, you’re just relaxing. “y/n” you heard a voice say as you feel a hand lightly shake your shoulder. you raise your head and see alex. “what are you doing here? go away” you give him a dirty look as you lay your head back down.

he sits next to you and sighs, looking around at the environment. your relatives are dancing and singing together, the sun is close to setting as the evening approaches, music is blaring and alcohol is being drank all around. “y/n, look at me” he says, lifting your head up for you by slipping his fingers under your chin. “what?” you frown at him. he sees that you’re obviously drunk and high.

“here. i’m sorry” he softly says as he hands you your phone and stuffed bunny from earlier. you force a smile and take them from him, putting your phone on the table and using the bunny as a pillow to rest your head on. “i’m sorry, ok?” he says again, placing his hand on your arm to gently rub his thumb across it. he realized what he did, and how violent he was towards you. “ok?” he asks again. you nod and close your eyes, leaning your head back down to relax. “she’s so soft” you say, caressing the stuffed bunny with your cheek and giggle. he faintly smiles at you.

“y/n i didn’t mean to-” he started to say, but you cut him off this time. “yeah ok alex. i get- i understand” you interrupt him and slurred your words. “hey alex” your cousin soon interrupts your conversation by placing his hands on the table. “hey?” alex asks in confusion and looks at your cousin. they both look at you to see your eyes closed and head down, you’re clearly not going to listen to what they say.

“can i ask you something?” your cousin asks in a sarcastic tone of voice. “i suppose” alex frowns and looks around. “do you hit my cousin?” he asks quietly, pointing down at your vulnerability. alex looks at you, then looks at him. “no.” he chuckles to make it seem believable. “and how am i supposed to believe you?” your cousin asks angrily as he tries to control himself. you’re his baby cousin, he couldn’t stand to let anything happen to you.

“because i’m telling you i don’t. she’s a clumsy girl, she gets bruises and cuts from everything. jesus christ, why?” alex begins to get frustrated and angry at your cousin too. “why does she flinch when i go near her?” your cousin asks. “how the fuck am i supposed to know?” alex frowns. the two begin to quietly argue without grabbing anyone’s attention.

“if i find out you’ve ever laid a finger on her, i’ll kill you myself” your cousin threats by pointing. “yeah ok y/c/n” alex teases sarcastically. “you’re asking for me to hit you” your cousin clenches his fist. “nobody’s stopping you” alex chuckles, he doesn’t fear him. just as your cousin was about to get physically angry at alex, your aunt quickly interrupts the conversation by standing in the gap between alex and him.

“alex, there you are. i missed you” your very drunk aunt says as she pulls alex into a tight hug. he hugs her back and looks at your cousin while doing so. “i’m watching you” he silently words to alex as he walks away, alex sticks his middle finger up at him as the two developed a new hatred for each other.

“ignore my son he’s.. you’re like a son to me” your aunt begins slurring. she loves alex. “yeah, your son has issues” alex chuckles, stealing some of your half empty bottle of beer to drink for himself. “she’s asleep” your aunt chuckles as they both look at you. “yeah. let’s leave her be” alex quietly chuckles as they both stood up. alex gently caressed your hair with his hand before he and your aunt walked away together to drink. the hangover is gonna hit you hard in the morning.

#toxic turner

[elizabethsharmon]

reblog if you feel disrespected by skam france and demand official apology

below a full list of all the offenses:

Manon going back to Ch*rbage after he emotionally manipulated her to not testify against his brother (who got her drunk, took nudes of her, and kept blackmailing her) because “after all nothing happened = he didn’t r*pe her”

Making Arthur and Alexia a couple in the first place just so he could cheat on her with Noee and lie to her for weeks and then having her break up with him, only for them to suddenly being good friends in s6 and kissing in the last clip (which ngl almost made me throw up)

Bringing up Lucas’ insecurities and abandonment issues but never letting him talk about them with Eliott; posting some damage control posts on instagram instead and pretending like Lucas is fine with Eliott kissing Lola for the film (which he clearly wasn’t, the writers seem to not know him at all)

Wasting time to edit Tiff’s head onto different animals and posting things on that cyberbullying account that no one cared about instead of posting something from the grew + the worst social media ever

Not giving us a proper goodbye to the grew and not really saying anything about their future

Lying to the fans about god knows what we will see in s6 and baiting them to watch even though legit nothing of it happened

Not continuing Arthur’s story in s6 (fine, I don’t really care about that but we were supposed to see it so ???? )

Treating some fans more privileged than the others, giving them spoilers about the new seasons, inviting them on set

FranceTV Slash and SkamLaSerie instas mocking fans in their stories - saying stuff like Lola will cause the break up between Daphne and Basile, “addiction can be useful for flirting” (yikes), creating a ship war between fans in s5 by posting two photos of Alexia/Arthur and Noee/Arthur with a caption “we love them both, we can’t choose”, the host of the live of s6 calling people on tumblr “obsessed” and not apologizing when people said they’re offended by that, blocking people who were asking questions about why the SA was never mentioned again during the live

Liking all the praise but constantly ignoring fans when they were asking questions about writing choices and then blocking them

the rest of 50 offenses under cut cause turns out they really disrespected me more than I thought

feel free to add whatever you want if i forgot about something

None of the girls really apologizing to Imane at the end of season 4 after all they’ve put her through and after they took the side of the racist (who already had a history of drama with Emma) instead of their friend

Taking away Noee’s integrity and making her say “I love you” out loud (which was totally ooc cause an episode earlier she said LSF is her language and she doesn’t like her voice) after Arthur (who was leading her on for weeks) told her they can’t be together

Male gaze in s5 because even though the sign language is a body language, the way camera was lingering on her flat, bare stomach, a few times showing a close up on her boobs during the “song-dance” scene was male gaze

Lack of beautiful, slow-mo, piano music scenes for Alexia with Arthur staring at her awestruck because apparently she’s not worthy enough

Completely sidelining the deaf/hoh storyline in favour of cheating/love triangle plot

Reducing Camille to a translator and randomly making him Mika’s boyfriend because why the hell not

Completely forgetting about Mika and Lisa after s5 (did they ever find that roommate????)

Noee kissing Arthur right after he shared his traumatic story with her and overshadowing domestic abuse with cheating

Absolutely no follow-up about P*trick and domestic abuse after s5 

Having P*trick cheat on Arthur’s mom with Emma’s mom because they’re all one big family

Random crackfic farm episode that didn’t make absolutely ANY sense

Killing Fifi rip [*]

Arthur getting hit by The Car and being perfectly fine the next day

The Boy Squad becoming cheating apologists, Lucas giving Arthur the same advice he gave to Emma in s1 and Yann (who got hurt because of it back then) supporting it

Character regression, especially for Lucas, and the whole boy squad acting out of character

Continuously trying to make Lucas look like a bad guy because they knew we would forgive him everything

Arthur suddenly liking art even though it hasn’t been ever mentioned before and his whole instagram was filled with space related posts

Parallels between Eliott/Lucas and Arthur/Noee

Catherine - or lack of her - aka the queerbait from s3

Completely ignoring character’s birthdays - Basile and Manon (second year in a row)

Not introducing Lola before and making s6 about a complete stranger but still expecting the fans to like her from the get-go and watch the show by baiting the fans with the promise of “unofficial mains” (Daphne and Eliott)

Forcing the Lola/Eliott friendship and selling it in the promo as sister/brother relationship instead of writing it in a way that would make it flow naturally

Making Eliott Otteli Urbex King only to forget the plot after more or less three clips; also having Eliott hide the truth from Lucas for months and then pretending to resolve it in a text to Lola ??? which didn’t make sense in the first place but then it turned out that it was just damage control

Making Lola hook up with much older guys than her over and over again and having one of them s*xually assault just so Eliott could play the hero and save her; never bringing that up again

Making Eliott punch people left and right - anything to protect the ladies, Sofiane punching Ch*rbage in s4 can agree I guess

Making Eliott Otteli Urbex King only to forget the plot after more or less three clips; also having Eliott hide the truth from Lucas for months and then pretending to resolve it in a text to Lola ??? which didn’t make sense in the first place but then it turned out that it was just damage control

Letting Eliott talk about his past and insecurities only so Lola could prey on them later and emotionally manipulate him into drinking

Also Eliott not letting Lola apologize and brushing off her apologies because apparently that was nothing at all and it’s okay to let people walk you over and manipulate you 

Not letting Lucas speak for himself

The whole Lux & Obscurus plot, having Eliott write the film about his and Lucas’ relationship and what his love means to Eliott only to have Lola play in it, not adjusting the script so that it would fit the change and still keeping the Eliott/Lola kiss as a big fuck you to the fandom instead of having it end with a forehead touch and fade to black especially that they haven’t even showed it to us again during the screening of Eliott’s film (but it made all the other couples turned on enough to kiss in that exact moment so maybe it had a purpose) (it didn’t what the fuck was that)

Also acting like Lucas can’t spare a few hours to film it with Eliott cause he has to sTuDy FoR tHe BaC when they were filming it in the middle of a night on Friday, how is that realistic

Not giving Eliott any friends of his own and pretending like he’s a lone wolf even though he’s the biggest sunshine ever and he’s naturally drawn to people; acting like there are no other studens at his film school who could help him film his project so instead he let Lola find random people who knew nothing about filming to help him; having a bunch of random people at the screening of his film and if they were supposed to be his “friends” from the film school then I’m gonna throw hands

Acting like we will see what “minute by minute” really means and “see Eliott like we’ve never seen him before” which never happened

Switching POV for two clips only and they all revolved around Lola because they decided to go with su*cide attempt in episode 9

Also ending that episode with a su*cide note even though the next clip was before midnight on Friday

Giving Lola the worst therapist ever and a really poor attempt at cheering her up from the nurse

Enforcing that “having a loved one” is “the real reason to change” instead of sending the message that you should change for yourself first and foremost and showing that reaching out for professional help is a good thing and can really help you

Acting like ED can be cured by italian cuisine and not mentioning it again for weeks; having Daphne ask Lola not to go to rehab because they have each other and a few clips after that she’s suddenly after her first therapy (love that for her but there’s something huge missing here)

Making Lola’s life a living hell and a misery porn for 10 weeks straight

Making P*trick, Thierry and Lola’s biological dads The Worst (men are trash but it would be nice to see some good parenting on the show)

Giving all the members of La Mif two or three personality traits and not fleshing out their characters

Giving Maya a girlfriend because a season without a love triangle is a waste

Not really developing Mayla well and having their first kiss right after Eliott/Lola cursed kiss as a preemptive damage control to shut us up

Never mentioning why Lola was doing

Wasting a good chunk of the season on Tiff and that insta account and ending it with “she’s addicted to social media”

Giving Yann like one line each season after s3

Reducing Sofiane to the background dancer in s5 and s6

Hating female characters

F/M friendships are only possible if the guy is gay, otherwise cheating always had to be involved

and you know. in general. pretty much everything they did after s3.

#skam france #skamfr

[unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix]

Truth and Awakenings Ch. 8

Summary:  A Jemily rewrite of certain scenes in 14x15-15x03, with a few additional scenes :)

Chapter summary: JJ and Emily are together and the team finds out once JJ returns to work. Oh and there’s a bit at the end of this chapter that you may be glad I put in :)

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@jemilyisms @binariesarebullshit @bridget19

Over the course of two weeks, JJ and Emily’s relationship as a couple began to grow as they worked through their insecurities together. It wasn’t much of a change from when they were friends because they were already so close, but it was one of their starting points as a couple. They had grown closer and became more sure of themselves because of the other person.

As for JJ’s nightmares, Emily had eventually offered her to see a therapist, and JJ agreed on one condition: that Emily be there right next to her. So, Emily complied and promised to hold her hand every time JJ felt nervous about something, which had gone that way for the first few sessions before JJ was ready to go alone.

Emily and JJ had also started to make their relationship official, and Emily saw she had more time with the younger agent and made frequent visits to her house often. They both have discussed how they were going to let the team know, but decided to keep it a secret from them for a little bit, possibly a week or two after JJ’s return to the BAU.

JJ told her she was going to check with the doctor before heading to work and Emily agreed, knowing that they couldn’t be seen going inside the FBI building together without grabbing the other person’s hand.

“Alright, Agent Jareau. You are cleared for work,” Dr. Hsu said, writing a form for JJ and tearing the edge off from the pad to give to her. “As much as we love having you as a patient, I’d advise you take it easy and be careful out there.”

“With this job, that’s impossible,” JJ joked, taking the paper. “Thank you so much, Dr. Hsu.”

“Oh, and tell Agent Prentiss I said hi,” Dr. Hsu said, giving a big smile. “She’s a really nice woman. I’m happy for you both.”

JJ blushed at the mention of Emily. “Thank you. I will.”

Back at the BAU office, Emily was busying herself with paperwork and case files on her desk. She took a sip of her coffee and tapped her pen on her current file. Her eyes drifted over to the second cup on her desk, the corner of her lips curling up to a small smile. Emily had gotten coffee for JJ and herself as a little gift for her girlfriend’s return to the office. Fortunately for her, she had entered the office first, so she wouldn’t have to deal with anyone’s questions about why she bought two cups of coffee unless she really needed that much caffeine.

There was a light knock at the door and Emily’s head shot up, seeing it open to reveal a giddy blonde sliding through the crack of the door. Another smile graced Emily’s face when the guest closed the door.

“Hey, you,” JJ said, approaching the desk and rubbing her hands together in excitement of seeing her girlfriend.

“Hey.” Emily stood up and pulled her by the waist, brushing blonde hair aside to give a short chaste kiss. She felt a soft hand at the back of her head and JJ prolonged the kiss for a few more seconds. JJ moved back to press her forehead against Emily’s, still resting her hand behind her head.

“I missed you," Emily whispered, and reached behind her, breaking the small moment and handing the item to the younger woman. "And I got you coffee."

"Ugh, thank God. I needed this," JJ groaned and tilted her head back, taking the cup. She pecked Emily's lips with a smile, "Thank you."

Emily nodded. "I figured you might need it when you start working irregular hours again," she joked. JJ hummed in agreement, taking a sip of her coffee. The gray-haired woman rubbed her index and middle fingers along JJ’s hipbone, letting them rest there. “You ok?” she softly asked.

JJ took a deep sigh and looked at her feet. “Um, yeah. Yeah, totally fine,” she replied with a firm and closed-mouthed smile.

Emily frowned and lifted her other hand up to stroke the blonde’s cheek with her thumb. She chose not to say any words, but JJ knew exactly what she was asking. She turned her head to the left to kiss Emily’s palm, looking back up at Emily’s eyes.

“Thank you,” she softly said. “For being there for me.”

“Always.”

JJ leaned her head closer to connect their lips. She sighed against Emily’s lips, resting a hand on her shoulder. Emily broke the kiss to carefully take the cup of coffee from JJ’s hand and set it down on her desk. She gave a quick kiss and held both of JJ’s hands, rubbing reassuring thumbs on her knuckles.

“Will and I discussed you maybe easing back into things slowly,” she said, nervous that her girlfriend was going to get mad at the both of them for doing that.

“Emily, I’m good to go. Really,” she chuckled. “I even brought a permission slip from Dr. Hsu. And she told me to say hi for her.”

Emily gave a small smile, "Thanks to her, I got my girlfriend back." She pressed a gentle kiss on the blonde's forehead and JJ closed her eyes at the touch. JJ didn’t want to admit it out loud, but that simple gesture gave her more reason to trust the other woman with her whole life.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt again,” Emily softened her eyes. “Promise me, no jumping out of helicopters-”

“-only as a last resort,” JJ finished with a smile and planted a long kiss on her lips. “You have my word.”

"Do you mind giving me your word again?" Emily asked with pleading eyes. JJ chuckled and gave her a short kiss.

"Another one, please?"

A kiss.

"Again, please?"

JJ pecked her cheek this time. "You know, if you keep making me promise, we're not gonna be able to leave this office."

Emily nodded, “Exactly.”

JJ shook her head and kissed her forehead. "I'll see you in a bit." She took her cup of coffee and closed Emily’s office door. She made her way towards the roundtable room, a hand in her pocket and stifling a grin creeping onto her face. Luke and Tara came into the bullpen together and watched as the blonde agent walked to the roundtable room. Tara turned her head back to Luke and raised an eyebrow.

“How much do you wanna bet she has a thing for Emily?” she said, nodding towards JJ.

“Oh-ho, no,” Luke waved his hands in a refusing manner and turned his focus back on his desk. “I am not wasting my money on some silly bet.”

“What? Afraid you might lose?” Tara crossed her arms over her chest and smirked.

Luke scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. “No, come on, that’s ridiculous. JJ’s married and Emily’s got a boyfriend. You don’t think they’d cheat, do you?”

She sighed and frowned, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t know, I guess not. Doesn’t sound like them. But you can’t deny there’s something going on. Maybe something happened when JJ was injured.”

“Are you suggesting a reverse Florence Nightingale effect?”

“No, no. It’s something else.” Her eyes glanced back at Emily’s office door. “It looks longer than just when she got shot.” She smiled back at the man next to her and nudged his arm, “Come on. You’re a profiler. What’s your take?”

“I think they’re just really close,” Luke simply said. “There might’ve been something before, but it’s all over now.”

All Tara did was raise one eyebrow at him. She didn’t believe that he didn’t see anything between the two women. They seemed way too obvious to be hiding some sort of harbored feelings for one another. Even Tara herself thought they hooked up at one point before with some of the things she’s heard about Emily once she joined the team, especially from JJ’s point of view. Surely, Luke had to have noticed something as well, right?

“Alright,” he sighed, preparing to make the bet with her. “How about this? If you’re right about JJ and Emily, I owe you a bottle of scotch.”

“Hmm, I was thinking how much money, but sure. And if you’re right and there’s nothing going on, then I'll fix that old car of yours.” She extended a hand out to shake Luke’s. “Deal?”

“It’s on,” Luke chuckled, shaking her hand. They walked up the stairs to the roundtable room to see how JJ was doing, and were met with the blonde sitting down, back facing them.

“Hey,” Tara greeted with a smile, opening her arms to hug JJ. The other woman looked up from behind and gave a smile in return.

“Hi,” JJ accepted the hug and pulling away a few seconds after. She turned to Luke and gave him a hug also. “How are you guys?”

“How are we? How are you?” Tara asked, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing it. “We’ve missed you being here.”

“I missed being here with you guys, too. How crazy was the month I was gone?” JJ smiled, putting her hands on her hips.

“It’s been pretty hectic, so not that far from the usual,” Luke said.

Spencer, Penelope, and Rossi came into the room on cue and lined up to greet JJ with ‘welcome back’ hugs. Emily came in last and JJ’s smile became brighter and her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree once she felt the older woman’s hand squeeze her bicep as she passed by.

Tara and Luke sat down next to each other, and Tara gave him a knowing look. Nudging his arm, she whispered, “You better get that corkscrew and glasses ready.”

Luke shook his head, not believing her quite yet, but the woman was determined to get to the bottom of the nature of JJ and Emily’s relationship and that good bottle of scotch Luke was offering. Tara pulled out a deck of cards from her pocket she had snuck in before going into the roundtable room.

“Looks like we’re not busy today, so how about a nice game of poker to pass the time?” she suggested, earning a round of cheers and applause from the others.

Everyone got ready to play a game of 5-card draw, as announced by Tara, with a bowl of jelly beans Penelope had stocked in her office as their betting chips. Emily and JJ sat across from each other, with Emily sitting next to Tara and JJ next to Luke. This gave Tara an opportunity to see how Emily and JJ interact with one another, and to prove to Luke there was something a little more than friendship happening between them.

It got to the last round of the game, with everyone’s card hands folded and JJ and Emily left with theirs. JJ tapped her five cards a few times before pushing her jelly beans in the middle of the table. As she pushed her impromptu “chips” towards the middle, her eyes made her way up Emily’s face, a slow eyebrow raised at her before sitting back up. Emily raised her own eyebrows in return.

“So, what do you think, Emily? Is the blonde bluffing?” Luke broke the silence.

Emily didn’t answer right away and tilted her head to the side, squinting her eyes at JJ. The blonde curled a finger at the edge of her cards and chewed the inside of her lower lip, eyes flickering up and down before staring straight into Emily’s eyes. JJ had to stop herself from smirking. She knew she had Emily wrapped around her finger, even if she didn’t know what Emily’s cards were.

Emily lifted her eyebrows and gave a humble smile, pushing her jelly beans in the middle. “I’m going all in.”

It seems that everything was forgotten to both JJ and Emily, even the people around them had not been a second thought at that moment.

Luke was beginning to regret his deal with Tara as he watched both Emily and JJ's body language. The way JJ looked at her with almost predatory eyes and how Emily tried to keep her cool. Tara felt nearly satisfied with herself and confident that she was going to win her bet with Luke. Rossi hid a smile behind his hand, and Spencer looked back and forth between JJ and Emily, both wondering if the women said anything to each other yet. Penelope tapped on her pink octopus mug with her long colored nails, watching the suspense and sensing the sexual tension between her two best friends with a smirk.

“Alright,” Tara announced. “Emily, you’re up.”

Emily placed down her cards facing up: 7, 8, 9, 10, a Jack, all of different colored suits.

JJ quirked a corner of her lips and bit the inside of her cheek, hiding her mirth. Emily looked across from her, half regretting her decision and half amused at whatever her girlfriend was playing at, yet her facial expression remained neutral.

“Ooh! A straight from the boss!” Tara smiled. “JJ, how about you?”

JJ slowly yet casually laid down her cards facing up: 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, all black spades.

“Oh, and the feisty blonde has a straight flush! That has to hurt,” Tara hollered and clicked her tongue, patting a hand on Emily’s arm. “Better luck next time, chief.”

JJ smiled at everyone before taking all the jelly beans. “Thank you all so much.”

Rossi studied Emily’s wide eyes for a second and smirked, pointing at her with a finger. “I think that Emily Prentiss is speechless.”

“Guess I’m a better liar than you thought,” JJ said, winking at Emily. The older woman bit her lip at the double entendre. A smirk ghosted Tara’s lips when she saw Emily in her peripheral vision. She quietly chuckled to herself at the coincidentally potential irony of Emily and JJ’s card hands.

Tara turned to Luke. “It looks like I’m winning so far.”

The team had been called on a case about a mail bombing in Ohio, Kentucky, and Tennessee, investigating the recent one in Memphis. Their unsub had been sending the bombs in packages offered as “sympathy gifts” and there was a possibility that they were detonated via remote control.

Rossi and Emily had been on the phone with Matt, who was currently helping a pregnant Kristy on bed rest, back at home. They had discussed the possible interpretations of the posthumous messages their unsub had written for the loved ones of his victims.

“So,” Rossi started once Emily hung up the phone. “You wanna talk about you and JJ?”

The unit chief froze and her eyes widened at the straightforwardness of his question. “Wha- I, I…” she opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water as she tried to come up with an explanation.

“Come on, Emily. You and JJ aren’t exactly slick, you know,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. “At poker, you two looked like you wanted to jump each other’s bones.”

Emily felt a little awkward having this talk with someone who she saw as a paternal figure to her. She knew that Rossi knew that she was in love with JJ, but how much did he know about where the two women stood in their relationship? She sighed and rubbed her temple, knowing Rossi could see right through her and she can’t back out of it at this point.

“JJ and I have been seeing each other for a while now,” she confessed.

“How long?”

“Since she was in the hospital.”

"Does Will know anything about this?" He raised his eyebrows.

Emily nodded, but didn’t want Rossi to think she was the homewrecker. "He did. In fact, he and JJ divorced a while ago. Actually, two years ago."

"Wow," he said, taking all this information in. "So, she's been hiding her divorce for a long time."

Emily tilted her head in agreement. "She is a better liar than we all thought."

Rossi was glad Emily had told JJ she was in love with her. Finally. About damn time, he thought. He didn’t tell Emily, but he had an inkling that JJ reciprocated those feelings for her. Rossi didn’t know JJ was divorced, but he saw the way the blonde casted longing glances at Emily, especially much after Emily came back from London. He saw the real fear and redness of her eyes when she lied about Emily being dead, and witnessed the stress she had in his hospital room when Scratch took the older woman. Rossi knew JJ was in love with Emily just as much as Emily was with her.

-----------------

Emily, JJ, and Spencer were looking at the laptop screen, watching CCTV footage of their unsub walking out of the victim’s hospital room, escaping from the possibility of the bomb package going off. Emily excused herself to go in the other room with Dave and Fred Kirkman to interview him for more information on earlier events that may have led up to the incident. Before leaving, Emily quickly squeezed JJ’s shoulder and the blonde nodded at her.

Spencer lifted an eyebrow and turned to JJ. She looked at him and furrowed her eyebrows. “What?” she asked.

“It’s just…” he paused and gathered his words for a second. “You and Emily seem a lot closer than before. You guys touch each other more often than usual.”

JJ lightly laughed and patted his shoulder a few times before focusing back on the screen. “We’ve known each other for a long time, Spence.”

Spencer frowned and tried to backtrack everything he had witnessed from the two women, any change that indicated something more than just friends. “Did you tell her, JJ?”

The same question he had asked the blonde at Rossi’s wedding came up again. JJ blinked her eyes and opened her mouth in an attempt to answer. “I…” Seeing as she had already trusted him enough to keep one of the biggest secrets of her life, it might have been best if he knew now. “I did.”

Spencer nodded and looked at the glass door Emily had exited. “It looks like it went well. She hasn't tried to avoid you."

JJ tapped her finger on the laptop and simply nodded. "We're together, Spence,” she finally told him the truth. “She broke up with Andrew when I told her at the hospital."

"He was there when you were shot?"

"No!" She exclaimed and her eyes went wide. "No, she, uh, she told me she'd already broken things off with him before that. We've been seeing each other since then."

Spencer nodded and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm really happy for you, JJ," he gave a small supportive smile. He was relieved that JJ had told Emily of her feelings for her, and that the two women were now dating. Spencer wanted both of his best friends to be happy, and if they were happy with each other, that’s all that matters.

JJ smiled back and put her hand over his. "Thanks.”

Emily, JJ, and Spencer held their guns out and aimed towards their unsub, Shelby Mattson. When confronting him, Emily challenged him to detonate the bomb he had, and JJ and Spencer looked at her like she was crazy. Once Mattson was ready to push the button on the car keys he used to control the bomb, JJ instinctively shot him. Emily and Spencer lowered their guns, and she nodded towards him to untie Laura Kirkman, Mattson's victim.

“You ok?” Emily asked, placing a hand on the small of JJ’s back.

JJ nodded, putting her gun back into her holster. “Yeah.”

While Emily took the risk to challenge Mattson, she was glad JJ shot him before anything happened. The only thing she felt a little guilty about was putting them into danger, especially when JJ just got back to work.

On their flight back, most of the team had headphones on and were asleep. Luke and Tara were sitting across from each other and playing cards. Right next to them were Emily and JJ cuddled up with each other. Emily's arms were protectively wrapped around JJ's body and the younger woman's head perfectly tucked inside Emily's neck, with JJ's soft blue blanket covering them. They both felt at peace, letting sleep overtake them and holding one another.

Tara looked at the sleeping couple on the bench across from her and Luke, and turned to the man with a grin. “Looks like you owe me that scotch. It better be a good one.”

Luke sighed and waved a hand in surrender. “Ok, fine. You’re right.”

Tara tapped her cards together to align them and laughed. “Come on, how could you not tell? They can’t even keep their hands off each other.”

“I believe you. I believe you,” he admitted with a smile and a shake of his head. “Come on, don’t rub it in.”

When they arrived on the airstrip, everyone packed up their things back at the office and went home. Emily walked up to her office to gather her things with JJ following closely behind. Once they were inside Emily's office, the blonde closed the door and pinned Emily against it, crashing their lips together.

“You are so stupid, you know that?” JJ mumbled against her lips, finally getting the chance to tell her alone. “You nearly put us into danger.”

“I’m sorry, JJ. I had to do it,” Emily answered in between kisses. "I- I had to make him believe he was doing everything according- according to plan."

JJ pulled back, breathless, and rested a hand on the door next to Emily's head. “You’re so damn lucky I love you and your beautiful brain too much to stay mad at you.”

“Really?”

The younger agent nodded, leaning in to peck her lips again. “Just promise me, no jumping out of helicopters,” she jokingly repeated Emily’s words back to her.

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” Emily laughed and pushed her away. She felt JJ’s hand pulling her by the wrist and leading her to her desk, continuing to kiss her. JJ raised her hands up to tangle her fingers in Emily’s gray hair, lightly tugging at it and drawing a muffled moan out of Emily. They didn’t hear a knock on the door and the unknown guest opening it.

“Hey, I heard you…” Penelope let herself in and cut herself off with a gasp so loud that it made Emily and JJ jump away from each other. Their flushed faces told Penelope exactly what happened before she came in.

“Penelope,” JJ awkwardly drew out. Emily patted her own hair down while JJ wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and shoving the other hand into her pocket.

“I knew it! I knew it,” she said excitedly before gasping again. “Wait, what happened to Will and Mendoza?”

“I broke up with Andrew, JJ divorced Will,” Emily answered, rubbing her temple and sighing.

“Ahh!” Penelope squealed and clapped her hands. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. Well, I don’t know about the whole Will and Andrew thing, you’d have to give me the deets sometime, but ahh! Let me know when you need help planning the wedding. I have a whole binder prepared.”

“Ok, calm down, Penelope,” JJ laughed. She was happy that their bubbly friend was more than supportive of their relationship.

“And I may need to do an inspection of your office, if I need to,” Emily added, wide eyes in shock.

“Oh, nothing you need to worry about, boss,” Penelope waved a hand at Emily, only to receive a suspicious eyebrow raise from her. She squealed again and walked out of her office with a huge grin on her face.

Emily groaned and buried her face inside JJ’s neck, wrapping her arms around her waist and mumbling, “Is it too late to jump into a grave?”

“Hey,” JJ lightly pushed her head away. Emily finally smiled, and they were both relieved they somehow let the team know about their romantic relationship with each other.

“She’s not gonna tell anyone else, is she?” Emily asked.

“Well, you know Penelope,” JJ smiled. “Remember that bet we had when Tara told her about her brother? And you won.”

“Oh god,” the other woman groaned and shook her head, a small grin coming to her face again. “Anyway, if I recall, you said you were taking me out on a date.”

“Yep,” JJ answered, taking Emily’s hand in hers. “How’s this Saturday?”

“Sounds great.”

“You know, JJ? I thought this was gonna be a fun date, not a workout date!” Emily complained.

It was Saturday and JJ went to Emily’s apartment, bringing her duffel bag of clothes. The door had opened to a confused Emily and soon after, a disappointed Emily, who thought JJ was actually taking her out on a real date. Now, they were in the open space JJ had made in the living room, doing pilates. Luckily for Emily, JJ teased her and said, “Don’t worry, I’m making us do the beginner level.” Even though Emily was complaining, she had to admit, it wasn’t all that bad. If it meant checking JJ’s toned abs out every chance she gets, it was worth it.

JJ sat up and wiped the sweat on her forehead. “I thought it was funny.”

“Babe…” Emily stood up and pouted like a child not getting what they wanted. “I thought you loved me. Why would you make me do this?”

“Heyy, don’t worry, Emily,” JJ stood up to meet her level, placing a hand on her arm. “I got us a reservation somewhere you’d love.”

Emily’s eyes lit up and she gasped. “Will you tell me what it is?”

JJ shook her head and chuckled, making Emily groan in mock frustration. “Come on, JJ. You know I hate surprises.”

“Still not getting anything out of me.”

The gray-haired woman frowned for a moment before a light bulb went on in her head. With a small smirk, she grabbed onto JJ’s hips and slowly pulled her closer to connect their lips together. JJ’s hand quickly flew up to Emily’s hair and tugged on it as she backed herself up to the couch, feeling the back of her knees hit the edge of it. She turned around to push Emily down on the couch and hovered her body over hers, reattaching her lips to Emily’s.

A minute had passed, and the two women were already panting into each other’s mouths and hands begun wandering each other’s bodies. A phone buzzed and Emily groaned against JJ’s lips.

“Mmm, no. Don’t pick it up, babe,” JJ murmured, still kissing her.

Emily snorted. “That’s odd coming from you.”

“I’ve waited too long for this,” JJ reached a hand up to grab Emily’s clothed breast and lightly squeezed it, hearing a choked gasp out of her.

Emily blindly grabbed her phone from the table behind her, tapping her hand until she found her phone and picked it up. “Prentiss,” she breathed out, voice a little huskier than usual. JJ lowered her head to kiss her neck, so that the gray-haired woman could speak to whoever was on the other end.

“Oh. Is now not a good time?” A voice said and Emily heard the little smirk in their tone.

Oh shit. “Matt, hey,” Emily spoke up, clearing her throat. JJ froze and her eyes widened.

“Hey, I was wondering if you were free to help Dave and I with building the crib for our newborn, but I see you’re with someone right now. Possibly blonde, active and fit, a mother of two, and fellow agent, who happens to be your girlfriend?” Matt smirked and jokingly described JJ as if he was delivering a profile.

Emily groaned and JJ awkwardly greeted him on the phone, “Hey, Matt.”

“Did Penelope tell you?” Emily asked.

“Yeah. Well, the whole team, actually.” Another groan came out of Emily, and JJ, as well.

“Ok, I’ll be right there.” Emily ended the phone call. JJ rest her head on Emily’s chest, sighing against it for a moment.

“Looks like you gotta go,” JJ finally said, standing up and extending a hand out for Emily to follow in suit.

“Alright. I thought I was gonna get lucky,” Emily grumbled, fixing herself. “I got all worked up for nothing.”

JJ pecked her lips and wrapped her arms around Emily’s waist. “Don’t worry, after this, there’ll be plenty of time for the two of us. I told Will to handle the boys' sleepover tonight, so we should have some time for ourselves. Alone." She emphasized the last few words with small kisses, leaning up to kiss her ear.

"God, I hope so."

"I know. Me too," JJ kissed her nose.

Emily smiled, “I love you.”

"I love you, too,” JJ beamed back, patting her shoulders. “Now, you gotta go do something.”

“Yeah. Oh,” Emily interjected. “I actually need you to drive me there. There’s a few things I need to buy before I help Matt and Dave.”

Before Emily arrived at the Simmons household, she decided to grab a bottle of wine and some donuts on her way there. JJ raised an eyebrow, asking why she needed to, in which Emily gave no explanation other than “just because”.

“Where’s Prentiss?” Rossi asked Matt, handing him a piece of red wood.

Matt shrugged and looked at the instructions on how to build the crib. “Probably getting things done with JJ.”

“Oh, I’m here,” Emily announced her presence, glancing at the unfinished crib, that was terrifyingly red-colored. “Ooh, but not to work. I put myself on refreshment duty.”

Rossi and Matt just looked at her.

“Oh, what? It’s my Saturday, too! And donuts are an anytime food, if you’ve done pilates with your girlfriend, which I have,” Emily defended with a bottle of wine and a pink box of donuts. She loved saying those words out loud in front of people. Calling JJ her girlfriend.

Matt and Rossi chuckled at the activity choice Emily, or possibly JJ they had thought, had chosen. Both men thought it was code for something more physical than that. Emily noticed the looks on their faces and groaned to herself, knowing what they had thought.

“All right, the kids are off to my mom’s,” Kristy announced, handing an empty wine glass to Emily, whose face immediately lit up when she held the glass. Kristy noticed it in the corner of her eye and thought Emily really did need time to blow off steam from work. “How can I help?”

“No, you’re off-duty,” Emily shook her head, tilting her head when she examined the crib. “Also, the more you look at this crib, the more you might consider a divorce.”

Kristy nodded, “Yeah. I check the color on the web site. It’s called ‘Daddy Issues Red’.” She looked at Matt with a sharp glare, the one Matt was all too familiar with. It was also known as the Stern Wife™ look.

He slowly nodded in defense. “I made a mistake, ok?” Kristy was not amused.

“Babe, it- it’s a good crib,” he sighed, making Emily chuckle quietly to herself. She thought she was going to be bad with JJ, just watching Matt act like this around his wife made things so much better for her.

“Oh, by the way. Congratulations, Emily,” Kristy smiled.

Emily was confused. “What do you mean? You’re the one having the baby, not me.”

“No,” the other woman laughed and her fingers lightly tapped on her swollen belly. “I mean, your relationship. Matt told me about you and JJ."

“Oh my god,” Emily muttered in embarrassment. “I’m opening the bottle now."

Rossi, Kristy, and Matt all laughed. The whole team, including everyone else close to them, were happy for JJ and Emily.

#jemily #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #criminal minds #jemily fic

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In the way | KTH

Pairing: Artist! Taehyung x Sound therapist! Reader

Rating: PG-13 

Genre: angst

Warnings: Swearing, Both MCs have a sad past :( , side pairing Yoongi x Jungkook and Jimin x Hoseok is mentioned.

Word count: 2.4k

A/n: This is an excerpt from my ongoing series ‘Sky’ that is posted on Wattpad. I’ll insert the link right here if you want to check it out. 

Also I have no much knowledge in sound therapy. So if you find any points inaccurate, you can leave it for me in the ask box!~

“Is that all you’ll need?” Taehyung asks, looking at the one bag that sits on the passenger seat of your car.

"Yes. Everyone in our team decided to split up and bring the necessities. I was in charge of lunch. So... this is enough." you reply. You had packed enough food for 8 people to eat one afternoon, a change of clothes, your laptop and sound equipment.

It had been three months since the two of you started dating. The two of you spent almost all of your free time with each other. A lot of time spent in each others’ homes and even met at each others’ places of work for lunch. One thing the two of you did in common at all places was make out. 

It seemed impossible to keep your hands and lips to yourselves. Kissing against the wall, on the table, on the couch, on the bed and even on the living room floor. Too many times you’ve been walked in on, but you cannot bring yourselves to be fazed by it. 

And now, you are getting ready for a project with your sound therapy group at a mountain a little far away. Another group that had been there before had claimed that the variety of birds that reside in the area make the most beautiful songs in the early hours. It was enough motivation for your group to decide to have a trip and record some of it.

"Okay. I think we're all done here." you sigh, standing on the tip of your toes and pulling Taehyung in for a hug by his shoulder. And he slumps into the embrace, nuzzling his face into your open hair. You rub his back, feeling your boyfriend yawn into your blue tresses.

 "Still tired? You can go sleep, baby." you say, lifting his head and squishing his face in your palms. He shakes his head, pouting while his grip on your waist tightens.

 "Go on, sweetheart. It's only 4am yet. You go catch up with some sleep, yeah?" you usher, wanting to see him well-rested and chirpy when you return in the evening. But he doesn't seem to want to oblige.

 "Can't. Our best friends are too loud in there." He whines, eyes half closed as he falls back onto your shoulder. You laugh, happy for the two who are so in love.

 "There won't be a disturbance anymore. I'm about to leave too." Yoongi joins in, with Jungkook holding his hand. Both of their hair are ruffled, sticking up at random places and clothes crumpled. Both look utterly ruined with blushes decorating their cheeks.

 "Drop me off at my place, will you?" Yoongi asks you, placing a kiss at the side of Jungkook's head. He smiles at Taehyung as he gets into the passenger seat.

 "Bye, Tae. See you later." you speak, pressing a kiss on his cold, red nose. Taehyung reluctantly lets go, pouting as he waves you goodbye. He watches you slip into the driver's seat and disappear into the morning.

 "Aren't you tired? Come sleep with hyung." He tells a very drowsy Jungkook who's rubbing at his eyes, a sleeping yawn falling from his own lips.

 ***

 It's around 1 pm when Taehyung calls you. You close your lunchbox that is almost finished, excusing yourself from the group.

 "Tae bear!" you exclaim into the phone, voice full of cheer.

 "Hey baby!" Taehyung replies, voice equally gleeful.

 "How's the recording coming along?" he asks, sounds of a window being opened accompanying his voice from his side of the line.

 "It went good, baby. Maybe we should come here on a date together some time. The view looks like one of the pictures you painted. Too beautiful."

 "Maybe we should. Have you had your food yet, darling?" He asks and you hum into the receiver.

 "Planning on returning yet? Or do you still have work to get done?"

 "Why? Miss me already?"

 "You know I do." Taehyung laughs.

 "Our work is done but we found an amazing free climbing trail close by. Decided to check it out. And it's for beginners too." Leah says, expecting an enthusiastic response back. But all you's left with is stillness from the other line.

 And then comes the shuffling, the sound of something falling down and Taehyung's muted cursing.

 "What do you mean free climbing?" His voice somehow feels distant, piercing Leah through her heart.

 "You know, rock climbing. And the ropes are going to assist me if I fall." you tentatively answer.

 "And you thought it was okay to do that without telling me?"

 "I didn't know I had to ask my boyfriend before I did things." Both of you speak with an edge to your voices, as if the sole purpose was to hurt one another.

"See ___. I understand that you have to climb up cliffs and dangerously high places for work. But this seems really unnecessary. I really need you to stop doing these things. Are you even aware of how many accidents take place during things like this?"

 "You don't tell me what's necessary and what's not. I do it because it makes me happy. And I'm not going to let you stand in the way of my happiness."

 "You can do whatever the fuck you want! I don't care anymore!" Taehyung yells. It has you flinching, lips wobbling from unpleasant memories of the past swarming you.

 "Don't yell at me." you shout back, unable to hide the tremble in your voice. Taehyung is breathing hard into your ears through the phone.

 "And it's not the first time I've noticed you clam up when I talk about going like this. You need to tell me whatever the fuck is your problem if you-" you never get to complete what you start from Taehyung abruptly ending the call.

 Your hands tremble at your sides, knees feeling weak. It had been true when you said Taehyung clams up when such matters are brought up. Avoiding looking you in the eye and slowly drifting away from the conversation with an uncomfortable smile. It was clear he hated heights at this point.

 But the extent to it was only now becoming clear when the ever calm yet cheerful Taehyung raised his voice. It seemed more of fear and frustration than anger towards you. But you weren't going to let him get away with yelling at you knowing how it affected you.

 You make your way back to your group who are waiting for you with their bags on their back and smiles on their lips. Forcing a smile of your own, you sling the bag onto your back.

 Like you said, you weren't going to let a guy get in the way of your happiness. No matter how much you love him.

 ***

 Taehyung draws deft lines on the page of his new sketchbook with a charcoal pencil. He sighs, hating the texture of the pages with the kind of pencil he’s using. Everything blurs when he feels the tears rise. Hurt and shame surge through his veins for raising his voice at you. He looks out the window of the diner, watching droplets of rain wash over the street. For a minute he wonders what the two of you would've been doing in this weather had you not fought. Would the two of you be drinking a mug of hot cocoa at your apartment as you watch a movie on the couch? Or would the two of you have been watching the rain while cuddling on the swing in his balcony and being huddled in a single blanket?

 ‘I miss her.’ The voice in his head says. He misses you so much that it feels like a knife is lodged in his throat. But it's nothing compared to the way he’s felt when you left him behind that day. Better than being terrified to death wondering if he’d get a call bringing him news he'd never in his life want to hear.

 Taehyung drops his head down on the table, pulling up the hood of his jacket as he goes down. Focusing on the pain that blossomed on his forehead, he forces all thoughts of you out of his head.

 Just as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, the loud noise and vibration of something being slammed down on the table reaches him. His head jerks up startled, coming face to face with the very person he’s been avoiding for a whole week. His lips part, nothing but silence falling out of it. You look vexed at his expression. 

 "A 100 calls!" you say, pointing at the phone you'd thrown onto the table with your call log on. "A 100 calls and countless texts. All to you. I even emailed you dammit! What the hell are you doing, huh? Ignoring me like that! Do you even remember you've got a girlfriend?" your voice takes on an edge, volume increasing the slightest than your normal.

 He can't do anything but stare at your red face. He’s washed over with worry with how little you've dressed for a rainy evening. He holds himself back from swiping your wet lips in for a breathless kiss.

 "Answer me!" you yell, slamming your hand down on the table. It makes him flinch in his seat. And the women at the counter. 

 "I don't want to." he says, a slight tremor in his voice. He avoids looking you in the eye, instead setting his gaze on the device on the table. He’s afraid anything he does will anger you further. And it does. 

 " 'Don't want to'?" You scoff dangerously. "What else do you not want!? Your girlfriend spending time doing something she likes!?" you grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him up from the chair and in front of the table. 

 Taehyung’s jaw ticks at your words and actions. He pushes your hand away and straightens the shirt. Dominating him like that in front of another person jabs at his ego as a man.

 "That is not something I'm ready to talk about yet!" He shouts. Memories from the past swarm him, choking him so hard that it feels like he’s combusting from the inside.

 "I'm your girlfriend, asshole! I would've listened to you if you had told me that at the time instead of yelling at me!"

 "Stop repeating that you're my girlfriend!"

 "Why!? Do relationships scare you now too!?" 

 "Because I'm not sure I want this anymore." he whispers, head falling low in resignation. It's only half-true. He does want it. More than anything else. But he’s too scared. 

 Fear, he learns, is the most dangerous emotion.

 "You are breaking up with me?" you ask, voice too composed than earlier. Taehyung keeps looking down at his shoes. Big mistake.

 You lift up the cup of hot tea from his table and smash it on the wall at your side. You throw it with so much force that the shards fly back at you, slashing you on the cheek. The hot liquid splatters all over your hand, turning it an angry red. You don't flinch. You stare at him, eyes void of anything he's ever seen in them. Like he has no more access to you. 

 You rove your eyes over him one more time and then turn away with your phone. You slam a fifty-dollar bill in front of Mrs. Choi at the counter and leave without looking at Taehyung again.

 Taehyung looks around the cafe at the wreck the two of you have caused. He bends down to pick up the shards of glass through the tearful blur. He stays back, helping the part-timer clean up before he leaves. Mrs. Choi even comes around to take him into her arms, bracketing him into her motherly embrace.

 Crying all through the walk back to his house, he asks himself the same question over and over again. 

 ‘What the hell have I done?’

 ***

 Yoongi can clearly see the smoke come out through the gaps of your bedroom door. His jaw ticking in anger, he pushes it open and immediately meets with the sight of his best friend.

 You are leaning against her headboard, a cigarette clutched between the index and middle fingers of your healing hand. You leave out a puff of smoke and when he enters, you hurriedly push the remaining against the ashtray. You put it away in your drawer with wide eyes and fumbling hands.

 "I saw that, ___. You're smoking again?" He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

 "Sorry I just... I didn't know you were coming over."

 "So you were planning on keeping this away from me? You promised me you'd stop." He says, seating himself down beside you.

 "You know why I do it." You sigh and pull the comforter over the lower half of your body, pulling your legs towards your chest. Clutching your face in your hands, you put it on your knees.

 The sight of you, curled up against the headboard has Yoongi's heart wrenching in sadness. It had been a week since the breakup and you were still as broken as the day at the diner.

 Moving closer, he pulls you to his side. Almost instantaneously, you lay your head on his shoulder and curl up against him.

 "Why did you come over without telling me? You always call me before."

 "Jimin called me. He was scared of how little he saw you around the house. And any time he did see you, he said you were high. Barely aware of what was happening."

 "I should've worried him a lot. Where is he?" a troubled look crosses your features. 

 "Apparently it's been affecting him too much. So, Hobi took him out for some breakfast." 

 You hum. You are glad Hoseok is being a good boyfriend to your other best friend.  

 "You need to learn how to control your ang-"

 "I can't Yoongi." You say, lifting up your hand. It trembled in frustration.

 "I almost smashed a cup against his skull. Had I not mentally reminded myself of who was in front of me, I would've put him in the Emergency room." you recollect, wiping the tears.

 "We can always seek help, ___." He rubs up and down your arms to soothe your emotions.

 "Is that okay?" He asks and you nod against his shoulder blade. The two of you bask in the silence afterward. Embracing the calmness that you knew wouldn't last once the voices in your head get too loud.

 "Should've known it was too good to be true." You sniffle, "He was way too perfect from the beginning."

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