#‘you’re gonna worry me to death one day’

[peterm4rker]

(𐙚⋆.˚) ghost of you

🕸🕷✮⋆ [taeyong x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 1.8k w. death, mention of drunk driving, grief, alcohol consumption, lmk if you find any more! angst ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

hey siri! play "ghost of you" by the 5 seconds of summer

january 27th, 2025 - 6:48pm

hey baby, i've been trying to reach you but i'm guessing you fell asleep... anyways, i have to go now, but i'll call you tomorrow, same time as always… i love you and i miss you more than i could even express. you’re my everything, remember that always… i’ll talk to you soon, okay? i'm dying to hear your voice… i love you so much, rest well my love.

january 28th, 2025 - 7:02am

yn? please answer me… your mom just called and i- this is some type of sick joke, isn't it? i refuse to believe it, i know you're just asleep, you’ll call me tomorrow, right? please, i just… i need to hear your voice again, i need to know you’re safe. i love you, baby, please be okay, please, please be okay.

january 29th, 2025 - 6:37pm

doyoung called me yesterday. uhm, when the phone rang i thought it was you for a second, i even saw your name on the screen… i guess not sleeping does that to a person. he told me he went to see your mom at your house and that he didn’t want to believe it either… we all love you so much, you know, and we miss you even though you’re barely gone... i’m going to my superipr’s office today, i need to go home to see you one last time… i love you, you’re forever my everything and i hope you know that.

january 30th, 2025 - 6:34pm

hey, baby. i got back home last night… everything is just the way you left it. i can still feel you here, i couldn’t even move to your side of the bed. there's a half drunk coffee cup on the table, it has your lipstick on it still… am i wrong for not wanting to wash it yet? i know it’s a little disgusting, but i can't get rid of it, not yet at least… anyways, i’m going to your brother’s house today to check up on him, your mom says he wont talk to anyone… i hope he’ll talk to me. i love you, baby, i miss you.

february 3rd, 2025 - 6:39pm

i dreamt of you last night, it was the first time i’ve gotten more than a single hour of sleep since you… since you left. you were there like you have been ever since i met you in that practice room so long ago. you remember that, right? when you dropped hyuck off and i spilled my soda on you? yeah, we were back there. you told me not to worry, that everything is fine. it felt different than it did before, though, because you were crying and holding my face like you do when you try to make things better… nothing is fine, yn. you’re gone, and a world without you simply cannot be anything but fucking awful. 

february 3rd, 2025 - 6:45pm

oh, and i forgot. i went to see hyuck but i didn’t get him to talk… he was on your childhood bed, the one with the pink covers… he hasn’t gotten out of your room for anything but the bathroom, so your parents are very worried. i’m gonna try to make it better, okay? i’ll help him because i know it’s destroying you to watch this from up there… i love you, always.

february 5th, 2025 - 6:33pm

hey, my love. i just got off the phone with my superior… he said i can stay home and we’ll issue when i can resume my service. i begged him to let me go back, you know… i need to be okay, i need to be busy so i don't think about you every second of every day; but he said i need to grieve in peace, so now i'm stuck here again. i’m staying with doyoung because every time i step foot at our house i feel like i’m dying inside, although i told him it’s because it’s closer to your parents, just in case they need me. i know he knows the truth, but i have to be strong, you know? they all lost you too. i love you, ill talk to you soon.

february 7th, 2025 - 3:56am

why did you have to leave me, yn? why did you decide to walk when you knew hyuck could take you to work? why on earth did you do that? i’m so mad, not only at you, but at everything. i’m mad because you shouldn’t have walked, i’m mad because some fucking asshole decided to drunk drive at five in the fucking afternoon. i’m mad because i wasn’t there… i should’ve been there to push you out of the way and then maybe it would be you sitting here at home feeling like nothing makes any sense anymore. you should be here, with me, dancing around the kitchen like we always did when we got drunk. now i’m dancing with a fucking ghost… i love you so much, but i’m so fucking mad at the world for making you leave me.

february 7th, 2025 - 6:47pm

hey angel… uhm, i’m sorry for this morning, i was really drunk and everything kind of came crashing down on me… i’m cleaning up right now because i left a mess when i came back. i shattered the coffee cup and your lipstick is gone, which made me cry like a fucking baby… i also found my old zeppelin shirt, the one you stole the first night you ever slept over. i remember you sent me a picture of you wearing it the day of the accident, it’s even my wallpaper still… but yeah, i miss you, baby, and i’m not mad at you.

february 20th, 2025 - 6:32pm

hi baby, sorry i haven’t reached out in so long, i’ve been busy trying to get my shit together… i talked to your brother today, i finally got him out of the house and we went to the park. we ate those coconut ice creams you liked so much and sat by fred the statue, hyuck cried the entire time. we talked about you, all the happy memories and how fucking funny you were, always cheering us up in our worst moments… we also talked about the big fight we had when he found out we were dating. remember that? he tried to fist fight me when he was 14 even though i was so much bigger than him. i guess he was right then, though. we were too young and dumb to know things like love. but I know better now, and i have loved you ever since the very first second i saw your pretty face.

march 17th, 2025 - 6:57pm

hello, baby, long time no see… i just got out of your memorial… your parents asked me to talk because neither of them can bring themselves to, so i did and i don't think i’ve ever looked as pathetic in my life… i can’t stop crying, even now that it’s long over… everyone was here, you know, even sion and them. i think you would’ve hated it, you always despised seeing people cry… i’m taking hyuck to our house tonight. he said he needs to be surrounded by you, so he’ll stay with me until we’re both better. you should see him now, how disarmed he is… it scares me a lot, what if i don’t do as good of a job at cheering him up as you would’ve? i mean, i can’t even get myself to stop feeling like i’m being crushed, how the fuck am i supposed to help him?... i don’t know, but i promise i’ll figure it out. i love you, ynnie, forever always.

april 27th, 2025 - 6:35pm

hey ynnie, i’m back here again… it’s been four months since you left, and i’m beginning to think it won’t get better. i thought i was, really, that’s why i stopped calling. but i went out with the guys today, and yuta broke down because he saw your name in his contacts… we all miss you so fucking much, yn. it feels like a huge part of life is missing without you by my side and it’s drowning me. i feel like i’m holding onto you like an anchor in the middle of the ocean, but i don’t want to let go… i don’t know how to. i miss you every single day; when i walk through the market, when i clean, when i watch tv. you’re fucking everywhere, and i don’t know how to appreciate that yet, it just makes me feel worse than i already do. still, it’s not your fault… nothing ever was and now nothing ever will be. i love you, just as much as i always have. 

may 16th, 2025 - 6:46pm

hey, my love. uhm, this will be the last message for a while, okay? i started going to the therapist, and he said it might be better for me to find another outlet than this one… i think he might be right, i don’t know what i’ll do the day this number gets reassigned… anyways, i wanted to let you know, even when i know you’re watching me from wherever you are. i love you, yn. i want you to know that even if you’re not here for me to tell you. i love you, i love you, i love you, i will never stop loving you.

january 27th, 2026 - 6:48pm

hey, ynnie… it’s been a while, huh? i know you’re probably scolding me from up there for calling this number again after so long, but i need you to understand me on this one. i don’t call with hopes that you’ll answer anymore, i gave up on that a long time ago… i found other ways to talk to you, and i’m sure you know that because i’ve seen the way your star flickers sometimes when i go talk to you every night. everything is better, as you know. haechan is back on his feet, he’s touring again with dream… he’s shining again, and i know it’s because you’re right by his side… your parents are better too, your dad is smiling again. everybody's learning how to live without you, even though we hate it so much… anyways, it’s very fitting that you sent that new dance coach today, she kind of reminds me of you. the boy’s said the same thing, too. still, she’s not you. and i know that’s not fair, no one could ever be you or even close… but still, it makes me miss you even more... dancing is starting to make me happy again, though my feet don't dance like they did with you... well, this turned into a pretty long message, i’m sorry for that, i’ll leave you to it and talk to you tonight, okay? i love you so much, rest well my love.

★ blue's corner ;; hey... im sorry ! i wanted to start the year with something special, and taeyong is the answer to everything in my life... i'm also forever in love with 5sos and this song in particular so i hope you enjoyed !! ★ taglist ;; @neozon3nha @winwintea @spacejip @dudekiss3r @yizhrt @lyvhie @morkiee @astrasng @taroddori ★ back to the masterlist. ★ please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!! ★ divider by @roseraris

© peterm4rker, 2025

[jadeshifting]

hi jade! question, how do i go about naming myself when scripting my dr? i still want my first name to be avery but i dont know if i should choose a last name or just go by avery. like i feel like i should have a last name !!

inserting personal aspects into my scripting is hard because i don’t want to be majorly different but also not exactly the same. and im worried if my dr isn’t specific enough or doesn’t have enough information it won’t turn out how i want 😓

it’s like you just sense when i wanna talk about things 🧘‍♀️ i spend SO much time thinking about this and i very, very carefully select my names in all my DR’s, i hope some of this helps:

— WHAT’S IN A NAME? ( choosing the perfect name for your DR self )

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picking a name for your DR self might seem like a tiny detail in the grand cosmic scheme of hopping realities, but it’s actually kind of a big deal for you. it’s not just about what you’re called; it’s about who you are in that world. a name anchors you, makes you feel distinct, and helps you slide into your DR like you’ve been there your whole life (which you have.) but don’t stress—this isn’t some life-or-death decision. let’s dive into how to make this process fun, meaningful, and totally you

YOUR NAME, YOUR RULES … first things first: you don’t have to change your name. if you love the name you’ve got now, keep it. own it. your current name can absolutely exist across realities, no questions asked. but if you’re craving a little spice, you’ve got options. maybe you want to keep your first name the same but add a nickname that makes your DR self feel a little more a A nickname can add just enough flair to feel fresh, while still letting you hold onto your original vibe

( for example: in my Walking Dead reality, i got the nickname ‘Jade the Spade’ for wielding a shovel. people call me Spade sometimes. and in my Supernatural reality, lots of people call me ‘Bunny.’ no reason, other then that i like it )

SURNAME STORIES … most people are attached to their first names, so last names is where you’re probably gonna go full-on creative mode. your last name is a chance to add depth to your DR identity. it’s like an easter egg about your heritage, your family’s legacy, or even your role in your DR. maybe you choose something classic and elegant, or maybe you pick something that screams symbolism

your last name can also connect to your DR family. are you part of a noble house? a witchy bloodline? a small-town clan with a long, long legacy? choose a name that ties you to that world and makes you feel like you belong. It’s all about creating an identity and a past that feels real and lived-in, one and you can truly connect to and ground yourself in

NAMES AS BRIDGES … names are grounding. they’re one of the first things people associate with identity, so giving yourself a distinct name or nickname can make it easier to connect to your DR self. but let’s be clear: your name isn’t going to make or break your shifting success. your DR self is still you, whether you’re rocking your current name, a new one, or something as simple as “babe” because everyone there is obsessed with you (duh)

DON’T OVERTHINK IT … let’s get one thing straight: you could spend weeks debating the perfect DR name, but at the end of the day, it’s not that deep. your name is just one tiny piece of the puzzle, and it’s not going to keep you from shifting. stressing yourself out over it isn’t worth it. you can always change it later—or script that no one will even notice if you do. reality shifting isn’t that picky !!

pick a name that feels good in your gut, write it down, and keep it moving. and if you wake up in your DR and decide “nah, this actually doesn’t vibe,” you can tweak it on the fly. the multiverse is flexible like that :)

MAKE IT FUN … choosing a name should feel exciting, not stressful. play around with baby name websites, write out a list of cool surnames, or steal inspiration from your favorite books and movies. test out how it feels to hear someone call you by that name. imagine introducing yourself in your DR and see what clicks. and remember, you don’t need to justify your choice to anyone. if you want to call yourself “Starlight Moonbeam”, do it. If you want something subtle and low-key, that’s cool too. your DR name is yours

A FINAL WORD: YOUR NAME DOESN’T DEFINE YOU … here’s the bottom line: your name is just one thread in the tapestry of your DR self. it’s important, sure, but it’s not the whole story. whether you’re rocking a totally new identity or keeping it classic, what matters most is that you feel connected to the version of yourself you’re becoming aware of. so, pick a name that makes you smile and feels true to your vibe, but don’t sweat it too much—you’ve got bigger things to focus on, like actually becoming aware of your desired reality. and trust me, your DR self is going to be fucking cool no matter what name’s on your coffee cup

hope this helps avs! i have different surnames in all of my DRs based on the vibes, it’s such a fun part to me !! happy scripting & update me with what you pick :^) xoxo

[legendary-69420]

In between Floors

Chapter 3

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

The day had been long, grueling even, but as the Ferrari team shuffled into the hotel lobby after the race, a sense of satisfaction settled over them. P3 and P4 weren’t the top results they were gunning for, but there was a quiet pride in their performance—a sense of having pushed their limits without breaking. The sound of footsteps on polished floors echoed in the expansive lobby, mingling with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses from the bar. Even the team’s usual chatter seemed quieter tonight, everyone tired but content.

Mark walked alongside Charles, the weight of the day still clinging to his muscles, but a smirk playing on his lips nonetheless. His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it for now. "What do you think about dinner?" he asked Charles, his voice low, more out of habit than genuine curiosity.

Charles, who had been trying to stifle a yawn since they left the track, looked up at him with a distracted smile. "I think we should just get back to our rooms. I’m exhausted."

The two of them entered the elevator together, Mark briefly checking his phone one last time as Charles pressed the button for their floor. The soft ding of the elevator closing felt like a small reprieve from the chaos of the race day. But just as the doors slid shut, there was a jolt—a strange, sudden halt that made the elevator’s lights flicker ominously.

Charles frowned, pressing the button for their floor again, but there was no response. Another few moments passed, each one longer than the last, before he cursed softly under his breath. "Of course," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "This happens now?"

Mark glanced up from his phone, his eyebrow raised slightly. "What happened?"

"The elevator’s stuck," Charles said, his tone barely containing his irritation. "Perfect way to end the night, right?"

Mark chuckled, a sound that was light and easy. "Hey, at least it’s not raining or something." He slid down to sit against the wall, stretching his legs in front of him. "Could be worse."

Charles raised an eyebrow, considering Mark’s ability to remain unfazed. For some reason, that grounded him a little, even though his patience was wearing thin. With a sigh, he leaned back against the wall too, his eyes closing for just a moment. There was no telling how long they’d be stuck in this cramped, claustrophobic space. The weight of the day was beginning to settle in, pressing against his chest like a physical force. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back, allowing himself to relax just a little.

But Mark, ever the contrast, seemed perfectly at ease. "You know," he started, looking at Charles with a grin, "we could always turn this into a bonding experience. I’m sure the universe thinks we need some one-on-one time."

Charles snorted, opening one eye to glance at Mark, who was clearly trying to keep the mood light. "Oh really? You’re gonna make me enjoy being stuck in an elevator?"

"Why not? There’s a first time for everything," Mark shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe you’ll get some good material for the next press conference."

Charles couldn’t help but chuckle, though the sound was more exhausted than anything. He appreciated Mark’s ability to keep things light even in uncomfortable situations, especially when Charles was prone to stress. "Maybe I’ll say I had to rescue you from a life-or-death situation," he teased.

Mark’s smile widened. "Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure your heroism would shine through. Just don’t expect any medals."

The conversation trailed off into comfortable silence for a few moments, the only sound the occasional hum of the elevator’s motor and the soft creaking of the walls. Mark pulled his phone out again, scrolling nothing specific idly, though he kept an ear on Charles, noticing the way the man’s breathing had slowed as the tension in the space loosened. There was a certain ease in the way Mark held himself, as though the discomfort of being stuck in an elevator wasn’t a big deal to him. It was almost like he was at home, the same way he would be in any other situation, whether it was in front of a crowd or in this small, confined space.

After a while, Charles noticed the slow rise and fall of Mark’s chest and the way his posture softened. There was something about the stillness between them that felt unusually intimate. Mark’s jokes had slowly faded into quieter comments, and the energy around them had shifted. It wasn’t just the tiredness of the day creeping up on them; it was something more subtle, like an unspoken understanding in the air, a shared moment of vulnerability that neither of them could have predicted. And surprisingly there was no trace of any awkwardness or tension that built up due to the kisses.

Then, to Charles’ surprise, Mark yawned deeply, his back arching as he stretched his arms above his head. "Man, I could totally fall asleep right here," he mumbled, more to himself than to Charles. "Like, this is the perfect spot for a nap."

Charles chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re insane. You can’t sleep here."

But Mark, with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, simply closed his eyes, as if to prove his point. "Watch me."

Charles rolled his eyes, but there was a small, amused smile on his face as he watched Mark settle in, arms folded behind his head. There was something oddly comforting about Mark’s ability to just…be. To make peace with the situation. To find humor in everything.

A few more minutes passed in silence. Charles was beginning to doze off as well, the gentle hum of the elevator and Mark’s calm presence around him lulling him into a half-dream state. But suddenly, he felt Mark shift beside him, turning slightly as if he was adjusting his position. It wasn’t uncomfortable—quite the opposite. Mark’s shoulder brushed against Charles’, a quiet, familiar contact that didn’t seem forced or awkward. It was simply…natural.

Before Charles could process what was happening, Mark's own head shifted unconsciously, and he found it leaning gently against Charles’ shoulder. The unexpected contact wasn’t shocking, but it still caused a soft flutter in his chest. Mark glanced up, wondering if Charles would move away or say something, but Charles didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he didn’t care. Either way, Charles or Mark couldn’t bring themself to pull away.

Minutes stretched on, and Charles felt his own body relax into the warmth of Mark’s presence. He had no idea why, but the steady rise and fall of Mark’s breath, the gentle weight of his body beside him, seemed to melt away the stress and tension that had built up throughout the day. It was so simple, so quietly comforting.

Eventually, Charles’ eyelids fluttered closed, and before he realized it, he had fallen asleep.

It was the hum of the elevator motor that roused Charles from his deep sleep. He blinked a few times, his mind slowly coming to the realization that the elevator was moving again. A soft warmth on his shoulder told him exactly where he was, and as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he noticed that Mark had fallen asleep too—his head resting against Charles’, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths.

For a moment, Charles simply stared at Mark, unable to shake the soft warmth in his chest. It was an entirely new feeling, this proximity, this shared vulnerability. There was something undeniably comforting in this unexpected closeness. His heart beat a little faster than usual, but he couldn’t put a finger on why. He almost didn’t want to move, to disturb the quiet moment.

When the elevator finally gave a soft ding, signaling that they had reached their floor, Charles nudged Mark gently. "Hey," he whispered. "We’re here."

Mark stirred, blinking open his eyes groggily. "Did we fall asleep?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Charles nodded, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "Looks like it."

Mark stretched out, yawning, and grinned as he rose to his feet. "Not bad for an elevator nap, huh?"

Charles couldn’t help but laugh quietly. "Yeah, you might be the first person I know who can sleep through something like that."

As they stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway, side by side, Charles caught himself glancing at Mark more than once. It was an odd sensation—the easy, almost effortless camaraderie that had developed between them, something he hadn’t anticipated. He couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been there, quietly building beneath the surface.

(Dividers by @mikeykuns & @toxisyddy)

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Hiii! Can I make a request for Charlie? I read your pregnant darling and im curious how it would play out when his s/o is giving birth. I love your fics btw and im a huge fan of your oc's!

Awe, thank you so much, I appreciate the support! And sure thing for the request, I hope you enjoy!

Yandere! Mafia Boss With An S/O Who’s Giving Birth

Technically GN! Reader because pronouns aren’t used but reader is pregnant so…presumed afab reader

Warnings: Reader is giving birth, pregnancy, medical stuff, needles, Charlie is Yandere but doesn’t really do a whole lot of insane stuff in this one, mentions of death and stuff going wrong but nothing bad happens don’t worry

(Also, I mentioned this in the pregnancy post but I’m gonna do it again here; In this scenario, reader is with Charlie willingly and he’s just Yandere for other reasons. I don’t fw the idea of a kidnapped darling being pregnant, that’s a hard limit for me even though I write darker content).

Divider credit goes to @konatasoup

Charlie’s spent the entirety of your pregnancy worrying about the day you’d finally give birth. He was excited of course, he can’t imagine not being overjoyed, but the prospect of anything going wrong absolutely terrifies him. What if there’s a complication with your pregnancy? What if the baby isn’t as healthy as his doctor says they are? What if you get severely hurt during the birthing process? What if you die? What if-

He tries to surpress his worries, he really does, but as the day draws closer, he can’t help but dwell on them. He does his best to distract himself with prepping everything you might need at the hospital and more importantly, sticking by you every second he possibly can, protecting you from any outward threats he can think of. If something’s gonna go wrong, it’s not gonna be because he failed to keep you safe. Whatever is in his control will be dealt with, you can bet on that.

When it comes time for you to give birth, he’s absolutely frantic, and doing a terrible job at hiding it. Sure, he’ll reassure you he’s fine, but his frantic scrambling to get everything in the car and his nearly erratic driving prove otherwise. You’ll have to spend as much time reassuring him as he does reassuring you, because that man is not calming down any time soon.

However… he does make a pitstop to get your favorite food before you enter the hospital. He’s been told that it might be a while before you can eat again and he’s not about to let you go hungry, so whatever you want, he’ll get (despite his nerves). As long as you aren’t in a ton of pain and ok with him getting you food, he’s happy to provide for you.

Once you get to the hospital, he’s borderline harassing any nurse he can find, demanding you be taken in as soon as possible. He only slightly relaxes once you get into the labor room where you’ll be taken care of, but even then, he’s still shaking wildly, asking every single nurse and doctor what they’re doing to you as they’re doing it. You can’t blame the guy though, he has no idea what’s going on, and he loves you too much to play around with you and your child’s health.

He’ll hold your hand throughout all your contractions, no matter how hard you squeeze. He would really prefer you get an epidural because it kills him to see you in any amount of pain, and you better believe that you’re gonna get it as quick as possible if that’s what you want, but if you want to have the baby naturally, he’ll respect the decision, letting you grip him for dear life throughout the pain. He knows contractions are part of the process, but it still freaks him out to see you go through them, even if you and the nurses tell him you’ll be fine.

Once the baby starts really coming out, he’s on the verge of passing out. There’s nurses everywhere, you’re clearly in pain as you push, people are talking, machines are beeping, there’s a chemical smell overpowering his senses, you’re squeezing his hand for dear life-

Aaaaandddd there he goes.

He passes out right next to you, but he comes back after a second or two, groggy but alert. He might pass out again later, but for now, he focuses all his attention on you, reassuring you that you’re doing so well, and that he can’t wait to meet your child. He’s extremely lightheaded the entire time you’re pushing your kid out, but he does his best to stay focused, too anxious to purposefully allow himself to slip away.

Then he hears your kid crying, and he’s sees a fleshy blob get carried away to be cleaned off, and the biggest rush of relief hits him so hard he starts letting out a couple tears of his own. His child’s here, they’re here and you’re both fine. Nothing went wrong, everything’s ok, and he’s a father now, a real father. He has a kid!

While the doctor’s are making sure your baby is all right, Charlie focuses all his attention on you. You’re exhausted, as expected, but you find enough energy to smile up at Charlie, and he can’t help but smile back. He squeezes your hand reassuringly and pours out soft praises, reminding you how much he loves and you and how excited he is to be a dad.

Charlie spends the rest of the hospital visit absolutely giddy, almost vibrating with his excitement and joy. He watches you hold your kid with the biggest grin on his face, holding out his finger for the baby to grab onto as the two of you coo over them. He can’t keep his eyes away from you two, his gaze landing between your happy face and his baby’s face, trying to soak in every detail, until it’s permanently burned into his memory.

And then you pass the baby to him, saying he should get a turn to hold your kid, and he just melts. He tries to be as gentle as possible as he cradles the tiny human he helped create, absolutely petrified at the prospect of dropping them but beyond jubilant that he finally gets to hold the kid he’s been waiting to meet for so long. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to let them go, he’s only known them for a little bit, but he already loves them more than anything in the world (other than you).

Charlie doesn’t really know what the future holds, especially considering his job. But he makes a vow right then and there that no matter what happened, he’s gonna keep his kid as safe and happy as possible, even if that means shielding them from his career as much as possible.

He looks over to you, baby in arm, and smiles. He’ll keep his family safe. He swears it on his life.

I hope you enjoyed!