#I have like 8 streams open and am just switching between them

[mikaikaika]

The diversity of the content being provided on QSMP is such a phenomenal quality of the server. Like right now I can just go on and watch any of the creator depending on the vibe that I want. On one side there's major lore happening, somewhere there's just chill parent-child bonding happening, somewhere there just mining happening and somewhere it's a pining romance telenovela and no to mention all of this is happening simultaneously. Everyone just exists together and also individually on the server and there's just so so much love and togetherness not just on the server but also surrounding the server.

[danieyells]

I don't know if you've done it yet but I would like to request Ren lines? I'm having tokyo debunker Ren brainrot bro 😭.

@otomelover23

You're all very welcome! I love you guys too, so far! Sorry you've been deprived of lazy boi lolol HOPEFULLY THESE SATISFY YOU A LITTLE BIT.

He's a little tsundere I think. He's one of those characters who just wants to be normal but he can't just pretend to be normal because he lives surrounded by chaos so he just complains a lot lolol. . .but i think he's a good guy. Aside from that he does not help his mother captain at all.

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"Great, shift change. I'm gonna head out then... What? Do I really need to be here for that?"

You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"I think you've got a notification... Aren't you going to look at it?"

Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"Who did I disappoint in a past life to end up in Jabberwock... There's no general students or even a single other sane person, and these jumpsuits are a crime..."

"Why do I have to look after all these weird-ass animals? This is forced labor...  Ugh, they're so gross..."

"If you're just gonna stand there, could you go feed the animals in the aquatic zone?  I'm too busy."

"Ugh, why is that clown calling me... ... Whatever, I'll just let it ring out."

you know damn well that if you don't answer the phone you're gonna have to deal with Haru in person. Better to just answer it.

"Oh, hey... Could you open the link I sent you? No, you don't have to sign up or anything. Thanks."

Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"Ugh... Tell me how I'm supposed to sit through classes when I've been up since 4 AM? (yawn) I'm exhausted..."

well if you didn't stay up until 4am--oh who am i kidding i stayed up til like 3 watching a stream and reading datamine stuff and then I got up at like 6:30 to get ready for work I'm no better kekw.

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Ugh... I can't believe I'm hiding right now... Why the hell does that clown have to chase me around at lunch time too?"

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Preach about doing it for the sake of your friends or the animals or whatever all you want— I really don't give a shit. People who say that stuff are just deluding themselves."

i've known people with this kind of cynicism before. once he finds people care about him and a little more stability he'll come around a little more.

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Huh? I can't see that clown anywhere... Hell yes. Gonna get through my watch list. I hope he never comes back."

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I'm grinding this game on my phone, so could you not talk to me for a while? Crap, I think my RSI is flaring up..."

in Japanese he specifies tendonitis haha

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Don't people get embarrassed calling out those words when they use their stigmas? It makes them look like LARPers..."

in japanese he says they sound like they have chuunibyou which is much funnier imo lmao. also i guess that means he can say his in his head? since he'd feel embarrassed doing it aloud, maybe he's practiced already lol

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"You think I sigh a lot? Got a problem with that? You realize trying to take away people's freedom of speech is power harrassment, right?"

you're starting to sound like ritsu. gonna hurt yourself reaching like that.

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I'm so done... I'm out of HP... Shouldn't I be exempt from missions and classes since I'm looking after all those animals?"

well based on one of Haku's chats, you can just do missions if you don't go to class, and based on Kaito you can just go to class instead of doing missions. . .but I'm sure Haru forces him on missions anyway lol. . . .

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Pfft... The video of that clown getting attacked by that hawk thing is getting so many interacts. This editing thing's actually pretty fun."

does editing count as a creative effort? i wouldn't be surprised if he switched to Hotarubi next year if so, assuming he doesn't get used to Jabberwock and the animals. Also why didn't he get stopped by Sophy for uploading a video with an anomaly? Unless he uploaded it to an Institute social media site like WickHive or something. . . .

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Gotta change the locks so that clown can't get in again. I've bought enough padlocks to start my own business by now..."

life haru finds a way. sometimes that way is "towa, break down the door" if he runs out of lockpicking equipment.

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"My head's killing me... This is the worst... Rise and shine! my ass... It's basically still the middle of the night. Guess I should padlock my windows..."

5-6am I can understand being 'basically the middle of the night' but after that you're pushing it lmao

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"The cafeteria's way over capacity... The assholes who save seats before its even noon are ruining it for everyone else..."

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Why's my pay so low... huh? What's this deduction for? "Consultation Fee: Ritsu Shinjo..." He's seriously charging me for complaining...?"

Ritsu charges for looking at him too long. i'd try venting on wickhive over complaining to Ritsu.

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"That rabbit sure has it good. All it has to do is breathe and everyone fawns over it. Doesn't even have to feed itself. Just wait till it grows up and learns what the world's really like."

WELL BASED ON THAT THE ADULT PEEKABOO WAS STILL BEING FAWNED OVER AND HARU HAD TO STOP PEOPLE FROM PETTING IT BECAUSE IT BITES. . .IT'LL PROBABLY STILL HAVE IT GOOD. Haru takes good care of the animals.

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"Sup... Huh? I'm alone today. I just got up on my own since if I don't that clown'll wake me up anyway."

yeah? it's because of haru? not because of your affinity with the pc being more than half so you wanna be up earlier to spend more time with them? sure.

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Oof, nearly missed the noon raid...  Not like I'll have any time to myself once I get back to the dorm, so I guess I should do it now..."

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"No, I'm not going to sleep yet. I'm gonna watch a horror B-movie. You don't have to think, so they're the perfect thing to watch before bed."

i used to watch/listen to mts3k to go to sleep so. i feel this.

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Well done me for surviving another day... Oh, same to you too, {PC}. I don't how you can do this stuff voluntarily."

SOME PEOPLE JUST LIKE ANIMALS DAWG.

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Huh? I'm going to the campus store to buy some stuff, where are you going? Well, I'm going that way, so...bye."

not sure if shy or asocial lmao. could be both!

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"You're being forced to help out again? Wow, a doormat out in the wild. So? Where do you want me to carry all this food?"

he's helping you even though he doesn't wanna work. HE'S GOT IT BAD.

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"This? It's a video I uploaded. People seem really into it. It's of that clown getting chased by a dog and flailing around like one of those inflatable air dancers."

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"What am I doing today? Working at the diner. Oh, if you want to keep me company, feel free to come by. As long as you serve yourself."

it's not a date or anything since he's at work but like. . .he is inviting you to hang out. . . .

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Huh? You were waiting for me to get off work? Oh... Thanks. Wait, that clown put you up to this?! I'm gonna kill him..."

NO NO WE CAME HERE WILLINGLY probably. although it does seem like Haru to be like "oh hey Ren really really likes you, you should go pick him up from work! he'd love that!!" like a real nosy mom who's trying to get his son together with his crush.

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"When did it get this late? That was horrifyingly fast... I'll walk part of the way back with you. I was gonna go buy something to drink anyway..."

excuses, excuses. . . .

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"Every day here is a fresh hell, sure, but... You're suffering through it with me, so I guess I'll stick it out a little longer..."

'this sucks but you make it suck a little(a lot) less so i can keep going'. yep, that's our tsundere alright!

Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)

"That clown's even more slap-happy than usual lately—it's horrible. Has he got spring fever or something?"

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Otonashi keeps trying to make me drink some kind of rice porridge with weird flowers in it... It's actual porridge harassment."

considering the flower Towa associates with Ren is poisonous, i think it's safe to assume he is literally trying to poison him to death lmao. also wtf is porridge harassment--i even tried looking it up in japanese and the first thing that came up was someone screenshotting it and saying "what is porridge harassment" lolol

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"All this farm labor's bad enough without all the caterpillars and weird plants that are out there now...This is harassment."

what's harassing you, nature? as someone who just had to kill a huge mosquito that came into my room, nature is harassing me too.

(between 8pm and 5am)

"I hate cherry blossoms. They're like the flower version of being a legacy kid— all they have to do is bloom once a year and everyone claps."

in japanese what he says is something like 'i hate them just like people born with silver spoons in their mouths'. basically he hates people born into privilege lol i bet he'd have the potential to get along well with haku until he learns he'll be inheriting a shrine. . .then again he's getting along with Ritsu in their own little way

Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)

"This is the worst... It's not even noon yet, how is it so hot? Summer is for extroverts and party animals, I wish it could just be over already..."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"A group trip to the beach? I'd rather die. No decent person would ever go there of their own free will."

butbutbut. think of the summer skins!!!

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Summer was our busy period back home, so I always had to kill myself helping out. Now I'm here though... nothing's changed."

. . .did Ren's family run some sort of seaside shop??? And he happened to end up afraid of the ocean and hating aquatic creatures and such?

(between 8pm and 5am)

"How can the A/C be banned in the dorm...? Who gives a shit what temperature some anomalous animal that sneaks in prefers, humans should come first..."

okay i agree with him here though what the fuck kind of rule is that. can we talk to hyde about that, that's insane haru.

Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)

"Now it's getting colder, I nearly found myself feeling grateful for this tragic jumpsuit... Am I being brainwashed...?"

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Fall, the season of the harvest—I'll stick with cup noodles, thanks. "Fall, the season to enjoy the outdoors"—screw that. I'm gonna make it the season of naps."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Look—I got bitten by some weird bug anomaly. To hell with the stupid bug spray ban, I'm buying some."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"I feel like the mountains are rowdier when there's a full moon. Pretty sure my enemy encounter rate goes up when I'm on patrol too... Maybe I'm just imagining it."

is 'enemy encounter rate' here referring to people or anomalies. . .because if it's people then that's just because of tsukimi. . .although I wouldn't be surprised if there were a lot of anomalies or anomalies were more active on full moons.

Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)

"There's less patrols in winter but anything involving water like washing up gets even worse... Ugh, I wish I could hibernate too..."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Since the climate in Jabberwock's so messed up, sometimes it's actually warm in winter. The blizzards are way stronger though..."

have you tried pissing towa off less?

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Oh god, I just saw what's in the diner's new Mystery Hot Pot... It's gotta be a matter of time before this place goes bust..."

i mean if they had ordinary health inspectors maybe lolol

(between 8pm and 5am)

"That clown broke my window so my room's like a freezer... Oh, don't worry. I just took his room instead."

lmao imagine Ren invites you to hang out and takes you to Haru's room instead of his like nah he broke my window so i'm using his room and he can freeze.

His birthday: (July 25th)

"You got this for me? That clown's been spreading my personal info around... No, it's fine, I'll still take it. Thanks."

i guess he doesn't really tell people his birthday, huh.

Your birthday:

"Happy birthday, {PC}. ...Isn't it kind of rude to look so surprised I'd celebrate your birthday? That came from the heart, you know."

I MEAN YOU NORMALLY DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING. . .it's happy surprise!!!

New Years: (January 1st)

"Happy New Year. My resolution? Escaping the hell hole that is Jabberwock, for starters."

well you got here in like September or something so. you've got a while befor eyou can switch houses lmao but you can do it this year!

Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"You got me chocolates? You're the type who does all this kind of stuff, huh? No, it's fine, you went to the trouble and everything so I'll take them."

i love when characters kinda mock you for doing getting them something but then they're like "nonono i want it gimme--" lolol from Ren especially it's very tsundere. poor guy wouldn't be straightforward about his feelings unless a damn life was on the line.

White Day: (March 14th)

"{PC}... Here, if you want them. I just bought the first thing I saw, so don't read into it..."

i bet it's actually really nice lolol

April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"Guess what? I got special permission to switch houses. That nightmare is now behind me! I wish..."

Halloween: (October 31st)

"I hope everyone who gets excited about Halloween lives in misery for the rest of their lives. Why the hell do I have to help out with this stupid themed tour?"

Christmas: (December 25th)

"Can I ask you a question, {PC}? You don't still believe in Santa Claus, do you? Never mind, it doesn't matter. Have a good Christmas."

i mean. . .after coming here santa is a plausible entity to believe in. . .if there's gonna be a santa i don't wanna be caught not believing and missing out on gifts. . . .

Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"Where'd she go...? Whatever. Guess I'll catch up on some of my games."

(13 affinity and above)

"Pfft... This edit's awesome. I'm a genius. I'll show {PC} when she gets back."

true bonding is sharing the funny memes you worked hard on. . . .

Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"It's not like I was waiting for you or anything. It's just this hell hole is even more unbearable when you're not around..."

YEP THAT'S OUR UNFORTUNATE CUSTOMER SERVICE EMPLOYEE TSUNDERE ALRIGHT. His lines don't really get super affectionate but. They still have a charm to them when you realize how much he hides his feelings in the usual tsundere way. He likes you a lot but like. . .it's a bother and it's embarrassing. . .and what're the chances you're into him? He'll just invite you over to watch movies and play games with him and stuff. . .and tell himself it's fine to just be friends until it eats away at him. . .or until Haru spills the beans for him--

this took way too long because i got distracted like three times in the middle and my laptop started freaking out and i had to figure out why and close and reopen everything about 8 times hahaha. . . . OKAY TIME FOR ME TO GO TO BED! I hope this satisfies you a little bit!!

[daisykihannie]

I would really really love to see you pick a member and a number. Just one you’d really want to do together🥺

omg! you’re my favorite person ever! I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!

85.) Body Swapped Besties

Pairing: Jeongin x Reader

Warnings: Crack

A/N: im kind of sad that i can’t make a full fic out of this but i ended up accidentally making it 2k words anyways and now im exhausted.

Your alarm was blaring loudly, signaling that it was 8 am and time for you to get up. You let out a groan and rolled from your back onto your left side, grabbing your phone and swiping the off button. Once the incessant screaming of your phone quit and your room fell back into a comfortable silence, you rolled back onto your back. You let out a yawn and stretching your limbs as far as humanly possible, ridding the sore muscles of their sleepy coated stiffness.

After a few moments of laying there, trying to keep yourself from falling back to sleep, you opened your eyes for the first time. The morning sun was shining through your sheer curtains, adding a soft green hue to your bedroom. The familiar sight of your white ceiling welcomed you back to the land of the living. Your body was aching and sore, more than usual. It felt like you’d spent the last week training for a triathalon when the most physical activity you did was walking to run errands and go to work. Maybe you slept wrong? Somehow you were able to sleep incorrectly on every bone, joint, muscle, and tendon?

Finally forcing your aching body to sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed before standing and letting out a his of pain as your muscles screamed at you to give them a break. You stumbled to the bathroom, struggling to move your body yet feeling quite a few inches taller than normal despite being slightly hunched over from pain. Flicking the light switch on in the bathroom, you walked straight to the toilet with a painfully full bladder. You sat down like normal but it felt different somehow. What was between your legs, keeping them from closing completely? You looked down and let out the loudest sheik your sore throat could muster. It was a lot deeper than your normal morning voice too, like 5 octaves lower.

You had a penis. You’re a woman in your twenties who suddenly grew a penis overnight. What was going on? You were panicking now, but you couldn’t stop the stream that was coming from your body that actually wasn’t YOUR body. Once you finished your morning pee, you pulled up your pants and ran to look in the mirror. Why the fuck was your best friend staring back at you? You- no, Jeongin’s body was what you saw and not your own. This has to be a dream right? You slapped yourself in the face, hard, a red handprint forming on the honey colored skin and stinging from impact. Okay, not a dream.

You ran out of the bathroom, grabbing your phone with trembling hands and immediately dialed your best friend’s number. You went to voicemail the first time, the second, the third, and finally on the fourth call he answered.

“Y/nnie?” He grumbled out, obviously still half asleep but instead of hearing your best friend, you heard yourself. “Jeongin!” you shouted, successfully waking up the younger man. “What is- why do I sound like you? WHY DO I HAVE TITS!? OH MY GOD! AND I'M SHORT! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!?” Now Jeongin was panicking too. You could hear his door click open softly in the background and another man’s voice hit your ears. “Jeong- wait. Y/N? What are you doing here and- where’s jeongin? Why were you screaming?”

“Channie Hyung!” you could hear the others voice crack, probably crying considering that’s exactly what your body would do in this situation. “Why are you calling me Hyung Y/N? That’s weird.” Chan’s voice was still thick with sleep as he spoke and you listened to the interaction through the phone. “No, it’s not Y/N. It’s- why am I crying? Y/N, why the hell are you such a cry baby?” Jeongin asked you, probably confusing Chan in the process.

“It’s not like I can help it! It’s the estrogen and other hormones coursing through my body! Why the hell are you so hot headed!? I almost punched my mirror when I looked in it!” you retorted, anger filling your tone. “Do you really wanna punch me that bad y/nnie?” He asked and you were about to respond when he spoke again. “Wait- mirror? Y/nnie you dirty dog. Checking out my incredible body was the first thing you thought to do?” you could practically hear the smirk in his- well your- voice.

“No, the first thing I did was go to take a piss when I noticed a cock between my legs. Then I freaked out.” the words left your mouth before you could think and you heard a fit of giggles break out on the other side. You scrambled to fix your words, “I DIDN'T LOOK BECAUSE I WANTED TO! I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS THERE!” you screamed and Jeongin only laughed harder. You were pissed again, the testosterone severely influencing your emotions.

“Okay- what the actual fuck is going on here!?” Chan shouted and shortly after you heard the other guys’ voices mixing into the mess on the other line. “Fuck it. I'm coming over.” you groaned and hung up the phone. You opened your wardrobe and began to pick out your normal clothes and started getting dressed before realizing they didn’t fit Jeongin’s body. “FUCKING TALL MUSCULAR BASTARD!” you shouted and shucked off the clothes. Luckily you had a few articles of his clothes he’d abandoned at your place over the years. Slipping on a hoodie and a pair of sweats, resorting to wear the house slippers you kept for him at your place considering his feet were a few sizes larger than your shoes.

It took you 15 minutes to drive to the dorms. You had to push the seat in your car all the way back for his lanky legs to actually fit and it was incredible how much of the road you could see in his body, his height creating a better vantage point. You trudged up to the door annoyed, not bothering to knock and swinging the door open. Stupid men and their lack of self preservation skills, just keeping their front door unlocked. “YAND JEONGIN!” you shouted and suddenly a stampede of 7 men and well, you, came running towards you from one of the back rooms.

“Okay that’s fucking weird. It’s like you’re talking in third person.” Changbin mumbled and then Jeongin was in front of you, just in your body. You had to look down slightly instead of up this time which was really strange. “Is that what I look like to you?” you gasped. You two didn’t have a huge height difference but apparently just 5 inches was a drastic change that neither of you were used to. “Damn. I’m even hot from this angle.” he quipped in response and you had to resist every urge to slap him considering you’d be slapping yourself instead.

“Okay, we have got to fix this now. Before your stupid boy brain does anything foul to my body.” you snarled, the thought making you angry again. “Don’t worry, having to see my best friend’s tits isn’t that bad but god are they annoying. I’ve ran them into shit probably 6 times already.” he grumbled and moved his hand to rub the sore area of your breast. You were able to grab his wrist, the strength of your grip causing a yelp to ring through the dorm. “OW FUCK! Letgoletgoletgo!” he whines and you released the wrist, it immediately began to swell and turn red. “Fuck that hurt!” he shouted and Minho began to inspect it.

“Damn Jeong- er y/nnie… I think you broke y/n- er um… the wrist? this is so confusing.” he groaned and let go of the possibly broken wrist. “Jesus fuck. What are you, the hulk? how the hell do you not break everything and everyone you touch?” you were shocked by the amount of strength you had, you didn’t even try and you had probably just broken your wrist? How the hell does he hold back his strength all the time? Is that why your muscles hurt so bad?

“Yeah, we’ve gotta get you two switched back before either of you get handsy with each- no, with yourselves? And before Y/nnie ends up breaking anything or anyone else with Jeongin’s body.” Chan stated matter of factly and the others let out exhausted sighs. It wasn’t even 9am yet and today was already the most exhausting day ever.

[sexslip]

My husband made me fond of other's penis- 5

I am craving for sex… I was trying my best to impress the doctor of the hospital but the doctor was coming in my grasp very slowly.

Previous part of the story: Called the doctor in the room at night

Now further I am craving for sex:

Perhaps it was the effect of that pill that my mind was becoming very restless.

I don't know what kind of sweet feelings were overflowing in my whole mind.

I was going crazy to meet Atul.

At that time I was overflowing with immense love for Doctor Atul.

How his penis would be between his legs… I started imagining it in my mind.

My pussy was not only getting wet, it was as if a stream of love juice was flowing from it.

I felt like calling Dr. Atul when he would come in the room, I would grab him and pull him to lie down on the bed with me and after removing my and his clothes, I would suck his cock and then make him climb on me and keeping my legs on his shoulders, I would get fucked by him the whole night.

But I knew that even if he wanted to, Dr. Atul would not accompany me in the hospital room.

Finally, with great difficulty, I calmed down by convincing myself that if not today, then tomorrow, he would have to accompany me somewhere else outside the hospital, right? Where would he go then?

I immediately got up after hearing a knock on the door at around two in the night.

I had kept the room dark, yet some light was coming in from the window outside.

I said in a low voice - Come inside.

As soon as Dr. Atul entered, I said - there is enough light, don't switch on the light. I am awake.

As soon as Doctor Atul came near my bed, I held his hand and made him sit on the bed.

I said- Doctor sahab, my heart beat has become even faster after you left, see.

Saying this, I put the doctor's hand on my chest.

This time I was wearing neither blouse nor bra... nor any dupatta.

In fact, the upper buttons of my nighty were also open.

Doctor Atul's hand inadvertently touched my smooth, slippery, hard breasts.

I shuddered.

Then I realized that Doctor Atul too was startled and shocked by the soft touch of my breasts.

I kept his hand pressed on my breasts.

He too did not try to remove his hand, rather I felt that perhaps even without wanting to, he had started feeling both the hardness and softness of my breasts by pressing them with his fingers.

The doctor kept feeling my breasts in his palm for some time, sitting like a statue in the dark.

His fingers kept playing with my nipples and caressing them.

It seemed as if he was counting the beats of my heart.

Seeing him confused and in a dilemma, I moved a little and got up, clinging to him and almost sat on his lap.

I looked into his eyes and put my arms around his neck and said- I don't know what is happening to my whole body. Now I am in your embrace. Whatever happens, I am not going to leave you now. You have become ours. If you try to be formal with me now, then beware!

Dr. Atul, while controlling himself, said- Look, you don't have any disease. You are absolutely fine. I know you are worried because of Raj's disease. I have understood what you are thinking about me. I admit that I like you very much. We don't need to hide anything from each other. Now you just don't worry. But remember that this is a hospital, not my home. I am in a special position here. Now you rest. I am leaving.

Saying this, he stood up and once again held my hand and left while pressing it.

By saying all this, Doctor Atul clearly confessed that he was also quite attracted towards me.

Every day, I would order tea from the hospital canteen at around 8 in the morning, eat light breakfast brought from home and leave the hospital room. After going home, taking a bath, cooking lunch for myself, I would return by around 11.

Throughout the day, I would look after Raj's medicine or whatever he needed.

Raj had to get his food from the hospital.

In the evening, after meeting Raj at around 5 in the evening, I would go home again and after eating and meeting everyone, I would return by 8.

The next day, the canteen boy came to the room to take orders for tea and breakfast.

I took tea from him.

When I saw some stuff wrapped in polythene in the boy's hand and asked him, he said that he was taking coffee and breakfast for Doctor Atul.

It must have been 8 am at that time.

The night shift had ended long ago.

Doctor Atul should have finished his work at 6 am and gone home.

When I asked him, he told me that usually Doctor Atul used to go home after having breakfast from the canteen.

Even in the afternoon, he used to eat canteen food sometimes and sometimes he did not eat at all.

The boy told me that Doctor Atul was married but everyone says that he did not get along with his wife. He used to stay alone at home.

My husband also said the same thing.

A turmoil started in my mind that why was Doctor Atul staying alone despite being married?

I took Doctor Atul's breakfast packet and coffee from that boy and told him to go and tell Doctor Atul that I have his breakfast packet and he should come here to my room and have breakfast.

When Doctor Atul came to our room, I kept sandwiches and coffee in his breakfast plate in front of him.

As soon as he sat on the chair and started eating…I held his hand and showing some anger, I asked him- what is this canteen boy telling me?

I used to tell you that you have breakfast here every day and you also eat food from here. Why, is there no cook or cook in the house? Why do you eat such poor quality food? If you eat such stale garbage food every day, won't you fall ill?

The doctor took care of my husband, so it was my duty to take care of Doctor Atul.

First of all, I wanted to take care of his food. I scolded him properly for eating canteen food.

Seeing my angry face, Doctor Atul felt embarrassed for a while.

He must not have expected that I would scold him like this.

Then, he composed himself a little and said with a slight smile - Neena, you are scolding me like my mother. Hey brother, I am not as lucky as Raj that I have a wife like you who takes so much care of me. Who cooks and feeds me. My wife, after fighting with me, is living with her rich father as the owner of crores. She does not care about me or my food! I don't have time to cook and eat my own food. So this is what I have to manage with.

I became silent for a while after hearing the doctor's answer.

Then I stood up and held Atul's ears and said - Doctor sahab, listen, okay, I can understand that you have some domestic problem. But I have the right to scold you for not taking care of your health like this. From tomorrow you will not eat food from this canteen. As long as we are here, I will bring breakfast and dinner from home for me and you. As long as you are in night shift, the only problem will be with lunch.

I will see what can be done for lunch. I don't want to hear any reluctance in this. Later you can hire a cook at your home, right? Otherwise after that I will have to come to your house and make some arrangement for your food. I myself cannot come to cook food every day. But I can hire someone, right? Okay?

What would Doctor Atul say… He shook his head quietly and said- Neena, all this trouble…

I went close to Doctor Atul and put my finger on his lips and said to him in a sharp voice- Beware, if you say anything further! We had decided that there is no formality, right? Then if you don’t want to be scolded more, then agree quietly.

In “Pati ki dawa doctor se aankh ladaay” you read how after getting my husband admitted in the hospital and getting him treated, I started getting trapped in the trap of a cool doctor.

Whether I started getting trapped in the doctor’s trap or the doctor started getting trapped in my trap, you will tell.

The doctor smiled and said- Neena, now you have started scolding me as if you are my wife. Listen, apart from scolding, whatever you want to feed me, feed me that, I will eat it.

At that time, I saw a glimpse of sadness, compassion and true love for me in Doctor Atul’s wet eyes.

I got restless from within after seeing this. So I stood up and went very close to the doctor sitting on the chair and stood next to him.

I put his head close to my chest and said with love and a little anger- When your wife is not able to fulfill her duty, then as your daughter-in-law or half wife, is it not my duty to fulfill the absence of your wife? You say yes or no, if not here, then somewhere else, I will fulfill my duty. My husband also wants the same. Thank God that I am not your complete wife. If I were your complete wife, I would not have allowed you to eat such food even for a day, and would not have allowed you to do duty for 24 hours in the hospital like this.

I don't know what came to my mind at that time... I said in a mischievous tone- Doctor sahab, if I were your complete wife, I would definitely scold you but I would have also loved you. Instead of loving you all night, would I have allowed you to do night duty like this here? Now, as long as we are here, I will keep bringing food for you. In the meantime, I will find a cook to cook for you. But the problem is that you also have no place to stay. No one knows when you go home and when you come back. So, if you are not there, how will the cook open the house? I will have to give her an extra key.

Doctor Atul said- Many times, while leaving the house, I forget to take the key and the door gets locked as soon as I close it. That is why I always keep a key hidden in a flower pot outside the door. You can take it from there whenever you come.

Then he tried to separate me from him by slightly pushing me.

But I stood there firmly without moving.

Then he became serious and said- A woman has destroyed my house. I do not want to separate you from Raj and destroy Raj's house and build my house. A destroyed house is enough.

Instead of laughter and jokes, the atmosphere was becoming more serious.

Then I held Atul's hand in mine and looked into his eyes and said very seriously - Doctor sahab, you have promised me to save my husband's life, so I also promise you that I will not let your house get destroyed. But for that you will also have to support me completely without avoiding or denying my words.

On hearing such a bold statement from me, the doctor kept looking at me in amazement.

I smiled and spread my arms and took Atul in my arms.

Doctor Atul was feeling the beat of my breath and the ups and downs of my chest on his head, forehead and cheeks.

He was also looking at my full and quite open breasts with strange eyes as they were moving up and down due to excitement.

Partly due to shame and partly keeping in mind Doctor Atul's restlessness, I stepped back.

The doctor again did the same thing Making the same old sad face, I said- On one hand you call me your child or husband and on the other hand you call me aap. Neena, if you call me aap then I will also start calling you Mrs. Raj.

Holding my ears, I sat on my knees on the floor and said- Forgive me. I have considered you like my husband or even greater than him. I cannot call you tum or tu. This is not our culture. Now please do not say this again. I request you with folded hands. Okay?

At that time my mouth was right in front of Doctor Atul's penis hidden in his trousers.

I was feeling like opening the zip and taking it out and holding it in both my hands and sucking it.

But I stopped myself with great difficulty.

Doctor Atul was stunned to hear me.

He held my hands and made me stand and pulled me and holding me in his arms, hugged me to his chest and said- Neena, don't do this.

Then he murmured in haste and unknowingly said- Those who love do not apologize. I did not understand what he mumbled before the word sorry.

Without hesitation, I stood up tightly to Doctor Atul's chest and rubbing my head against his chest, I said laughingly- Doctor, why don't you say clearly that those who love do not apologize. Don't you love me? Why are you so hesitant, friend?

Seeing my carefree laughter and behavior, Doctor Atul also laughed.

Then, giving me a light slap on my back, he said- Neena, you are carefree; you say whatever comes to your mind. May God keep you smiling like this always!

Then, looking at Atul, I said in a very simple way- If with your blessings and proper treatment, Raj gets well like before, then I will always keep laughing and strutting like this and will make you also laugh and strutting like me. This is my promise. Now I will go home and bring your and my food in the afternoon and will have lunch with you.

The doctor said- I am going home now. I will sleep for some time. You bring your food from home and come back here. I will sleep and take a bath and come back to the hospital by around 1 pm. We will eat here.

I said- If you get late then I will come to your house. Then we will have lunch together there.

Atul then looked at me and said smilingly- Okay, you know where the keys would be kept. Remember to take that pill with water before leaving the house in this heat.

After giving breakfast to the doctor sahab, I came home from the hospital.

Source:- https://sexslip.info/erotic-stories/

Next part of the story: Husband made me fond of other's penis- 6

[neondeaddrops]

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Alrighty today I've been playing Starfield; its pretty good. But it really is hard to call it anything but Fallout in Space. And all the ship flying stuff is entirely skippable. Not only that but it serves 0 purpose in game, you can't fly between planets in the same star system or even obects orbiting the planets you are orbitting. That was a little disappointing. I've been seeing people give it an 8/10 and I have to agree. Stayed up last night playing Genshin, I'm always amazed at how much fun that game can be. Switched from Starfield after a bug prevented quest progress and now I'm doing Rival Wings for FFXIV's 10th Anniversary. I didn't think it would be as fun as it is but I like it. I wish I could talk about sonething other than Video Games, but I guess thats another thing that slowly left me due to my surroundings. I haven't had anyone to talk about anything else with for so long. I want to see the Blue Beetle mivie, it looks good and its star hasn't been going around attacking people. I'm planning on giung camping next weekend. That should be fun. The weather today was perfect for it so lets hope that stays true. Work should be easy tomorrow so thats cool. Maybe I'll read my Star Trek book all day. I'm worried about how my account will shake out once all my bills come out at banks open tomorrow. I can't even figure out where it all went!? How am I still barely breaking even after my raise!? Gas can't be that much more expensive. I guess maybe I'm still getting caught up from the summer. Once the amounts lower on my credit cards the minimum payments will go down allowing me to apply more money to specific cards instead of keeping them all maxed out. Its startling for how many people $10,000 would life altering. This system was SO not built for thw world today. Hmmm I guess this one turned into me just complaining too. Oh well I like this stream of consciousness writing and I always have. Maybe I shouldn't tag these and let them live in isolation. On the one hand maybe someone will see them who can help and/or wants to be my friend, on the other it may be annoying or I guess even triggering for some people.... I guess I'd better not. I'll remove the tags from the first one.

[tobi-smp]

since I’m only capable of talking about two things, I wanna point out that the people in pogtopia blamed technoblade for being more involved in the 16th than he was because dream and schlatt took advantage of the paranoia in pogtopia (along with technoblade and wilbur’s more extremist tendencies) to manufacture distrust and miscommunication between them. this is going under the cut for once

lets take this by point:

1: the moment technoblade joined the server for the first time schlatt (while on vc with tubbo and quackity) claimed that he was the one that got him to join by calling in a favor to get his help hunting tommy and wilbur. [Link] Tubbo tried to relay this information to tommy and wilbur Without alerting technoblade, because obviously if technoblade Is working for schlatt then tubbo doesn’t want schlatt to know they know Or know that it was tubbo specifically that was leaking information. tubbo ended up whispering to tommy that technoblade had been payed off “or so schlatt says.” [Link]

meaning right out of the gate tubbo, tommy, wilbur, and quackity have reason to think that techno has some affiliation with schlatt, even if they currently have their doubts.

2: dream reinforced this Several times, not by outright stating that technoblade was a spy but by confirming that schlatt Did have a spy in pogtopia after he switched sides (not timestamping this one because it comes up a lot fjklasd)

3: dream was the one who supplied wilbur with tnt and technoblade was the only person inside of pogtopia that wasn’t against wilbur’s plan to blow the place to kingdom come. the original plan for the red festival was that wilbur would ignite the tnt under l’manberg after tubbo’s code phrase and technoblade would release withers (sound familiar).

4: regardless of what you think of technoblade or wilbur’s involvement with the red festival, schlatt ousted tubbo as a spy for pogtopia and then commanded technoblade to participate in his public execution, which technoblade complied with. quackity was verbally against the execution and clearly hadn’t been filled in on the fact that it was going to happen, he also wasn’t there to see what technoblade had to say about it afterwards. at Least quackity, tubbo, tommy, and wilbur were already suspicious of technoblade’s alignment with schlatt at this point, the fact that schlatt chose techno as his participation buddy was no accident. fundy was there in the audience when tubbo was taken out as well and he wasn’t particularly happy about it.

5: the other pogtopians were Actively and Openly against destroying l’manberg and open about reclaiming it, directly in front of technoblade, while techno was obviously Pro destroying l’manberg alongside wil. there are Many Many examples of this, but here’s one I can grab while looking for another quote from quackity’s 16th stream [Link]: Wilbur: “I hate Schlatt. So much.” Fundy: “And let’s settle that argument without explosives Wil.” Wilbur: “Techno, can you say that line again about violence and languages please.” Fundy: [heavy sigh] Technoblade: “Uh, violence is the only universal language?” Wilbur: “Yeah, yeah yeah yeah. It means that I need to blow everything up with tnt.” [Literally a chorus of “No’s” from everyone in the voice call minus wilbur and techno.] [Time passes: New timestamp Link] Wilbur: “Techno! What’s your opinion on me blowing everything up, Techno? Just for posterity.” Techno: “That sounds pretty pog.” [Again, a literal chorus of more or less the entirety of pogtopia disagreeing.] Tommy: “Everyone! We don’t have to blow up anything today, alright? We’re together.” Technoblade: [quietly] “But we could.” Tommy: “We’re together alright, we don’t need to use any tnt. We can do this together, alright? Techno, wilbur, this isn’t the right- we can reclaim it as our own.” [technoblade didn’t respond despite it being addressed to him specifically] [Timestamp Link] Tommy: “Listen everyone. We don’t need to blow anything up, if we go in together we can do this, alright. There doesn’t have to be any explosions, we can reclaim L’manberg, alright.” [Technoblade didn’t respond here either, but to be fair punz and dream showed up to ransack them]

tommy reiterated a Third time that they don’t have to destroy anything While they were on the way to techno’s vault, which again techno didn’t react to.

6: before the war they weren’t completely sure who the traitor was, quackity was suspicious of tommy for instance, but technoblade aligning himself with wilbur put them all on guard regardless. quackity, fundy, and tubbo all confronted technoblade to ask him what his plan was once they took back l’manberg because they were well aware that their goals seemingly didn’t align despite the fact that techno was still working with them. technoblade brushed them off, saying “we’ll burn that bridge when we get there,” despite never actually confronting this discrepancy again. (please god someone send me a stream name and timestamp for this interaction I looked for like 3 hours).

7: when the time finally came, wilbur detonated the tnt under l’manberg and technoblade released withers, just like wilbur’s plan for the festival. technoblade’s speech not only was focused on tommy specifically despite wilbur being the one to give the presidency to tubbo, but whether he’d meant to or not it provided a distraction for wilbur to slip away to the button room without anyone being able to stop him.

quackity recognized that wilbur was gone during the theseus speech and what that meant and tried to get people’s attention but it was too late

8: dream announced that the traitor was wilbur, wilbur told phil that the traitor was technoblade and Phil told the pogtopians that technoblade was the traitor and tried to warn them about his withers.

9: dream, the badlands, and techno lit more tnt and generally caused chaos together. (team chaos am I right)

10: techno left on the note that he’d come back to destroy them if they ever made a new government, and that he wouldn’t stop until they did.

you put it all together and it Looks like dream, wilbur, and techno colluded together to destroy l’manberg (with them all backstabbing schlatt in the process). technoblade was just as confused as everyone else was when the tnt started going off but the fact is the line of logic that leads to “technoblade was the traitor working for schlatt from the beginning” is an Obvious logical leap to make. and even if there were doubts about him working for schlatt (even if it was just to double cross him later while taking all of l’manberg with him) it’s not a stretch to assume that techno and wilbur were working together to destroy l’manberg considering how they backed each other up and enabled each other (despite technoblade calling wilbur “crazy” Multiple Times).

it’s not unreasonable for the pogtopians to blame technoblade for what happened to l’manberg, especially when wilbur was dead and couldn’t take responsibility for his own actions. (which boy, how the times have changed huh)

[ladyeliot]

What are you doing to me?

Request: @lostaurorax : hi! i absolutely love your writing and was wondering if i could request a tony stark smut with prompts 8 and 9 from your valentines prompt list if that’s okay with you!

Anonymous: Hi for the valentines request how about a tony x reader with a smut and dialogue no 8 and 9 with a teeny bit of angst

Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was your first time in years that you were going on a Valentine's date, but things don't always go your way and the plan goes completely awry.

Warnings: Smut, Smut and Smut.

Word count: 4395

A/N: Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

Valentine’s Day (Prompts)

How had you come to find yourself in such a situation, especially on Valentine's Day?

You had started the day with a supernatural glow on your face, it was common for your awakenings to be the most irritating, but that day it wasn't. You were finally going to be able to get out of those four walls that were corralling you, to get out of those four walls that were corralling you. You were finally going to be able to get out of those four walls that had you cornered, to go out into the world, like a normal, ordinary person, which was what you needed most at that moment. No training, no missions, no world problems, just you and your date on Valentine's Day.

It had been about three years since that day professed nothing special inside you, basically since your life took a supernatural turn, never better said, and you had to say goodbye to everyone you knew to venture into a new life with a new family. Since then, perhaps for fear of not being accepted, or because your lifestyle prevented you from doing so, you had not embarked on new romantic relationships, but that was not a problem for you, you found what you needed in other ways.

But then he came along. It all happened during a mission, working alongside a CIA operative he was on. Things happened fast enough that you didn't realise you were at an advanced point, perhaps too advanced for you. Still, you tried not to fray your nerves and get too overwhelmed, because what you liked most about him was that you didn't have to hide who you were from him, because he already knew. Surely he would have made sure that he knew every step you had taken before he worked with you.

That morning you went out to exercise first thing in the morning, the new avengers' facilities were crowded, you needed time to think calmly, so you opted to go for a run in the middle of nature. You had decided to dedicate 24 hours of that day to yourself, without alarming worries, the only worries you wanted to have in mind were what to wear and where you would end the night, the most ordinary worries possible.

You wished there was a mission that week that would have sent all your colleagues away, so you wouldn't have to put up with their joking comments about it, but apparently it was the most important event of the week.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not listening," you said, raising your voice without removing your headphones from your ears, assuming that Sam and Natasha's laughter was accompanied by some joking comment about your date that night with 'Mr. CIA', as they referred to him.

You made your way to your bedroom, eager to wash away the sweat that was soaking under a stream of cold water. Back In Black' drifted into your ears through your headphones, abstracting you from your surroundings and keeping your heart rate up, but suddenly the melody cut out to hear F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice through the headphones, breaking the moment.

"Miss Y/L/N," his volume was almost louder than your melody which made you gasp, "Mr. Stark is waiting for you in his office."

"Now?!" you complained, barely able to hear your voice because of the blockage in your ears.

You rolled your eyes and retraced your steps to Tony's office in the other wing of the building. You turned the music back on, avoiding having to listen to the comments of your colleagues as you walked back through the room, who of course had not given up on making you angry, but always with a touch of humour and love. Tony's office was with the door open, you switched off the music and could hear him having a rather ironic conversation with probably some high official of the state, lately you were being bombarded with his attacks.

"I hope I never have the pleasure again," he said pacing with one hand tucked in his trouser pocket. "Sure."

As he hung up the phone he rested both his hands on the desk, apparently he was so abstracted that he hadn't even noticed your presence.

"Are you all right?" you asked as you saw Tony's worried face, which he probably would never have allowed you to see if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't know you were there.

At your words he quickly lifted his chin and stood back up as if nothing had happened, a smile on his face offering to play down the importance of the event.

"Great, you're here," he said, slipping both hands into his pockets and rounding the desk to approach you.

"Yeah, F.R.I.D.A.Y said you wanted to talk to me," you commented taking the headphones out of your ears and stuffing them into the pockets of your sweat shorts.

"Yep," he slowly rubbed his beard thoughtfully. "I hear you've got a date tonight with..."

"Oh no, please, you too..."

"Listen," he interrupted you just as you had done before. "Tonight you're meeting with... what's his name? Oh, yes! Mr. CIA-"

"His name is Fred," you cut him off, crossing your arms as you wondered what he had on his mind. waiting for what he had in mind to tell you.

"Fred," he pointed an index finger at you, arching his eyebrows. "I've never liked that name, a bit of a ridiculous diminutive don't you think? If it comes from Frederick of course..." he began to ramble, gesturing with his hands, not giving you a clue as to what you had come for.

"Tony," you interrupted him.

"Okay, never mind," he slipped his right hand into his trouser pocket and pulled out a set of keys.  "For you."

You uncrossed your arms, confusion had flooded your mind, why was Tony offering you that set of keys? Hesitantly, you slowly took the keys between your fingers and looked at them carefully. They were all quite unique, not at all like ordinary people's keys, they were full of electronic add-ons.

"Firstly, where are they from? And secondly, why are you giving them to me?" you ask without stopping analysing them.

"They're from one of the safe houses I own in Manhattan," he informed you, pointing them out."More than a flat, a building.

That information puzzled you even more.

"I don't understand," you said frankly, looking him in the eye.

"You just told me you're going into town tonight because you have a date with Fred?" he said again.

"And what does that have to do with you giving me the keys to a safe house?" you asked without finding a clear connection in the fact.

"Building," he rectified, to which you rolled your eyes. "Listen, have dinner with him, enjoy the evening, but then if... you know, things get..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay," you said holding up your hands stopping him before he finished the words. "I got it, I got it."

"...hot take it there," he continued without paying attention to you and flashing a half smile, "don't go to Mr. CIA's house."

You nodded with a slightly uncomfortable smile for having had that conversation while collecting all the keys in your clenched fist. All you wanted to do was get out of there and take a shower to wash the cold sweat off your body.

"Thank you so much for your concern Tony," you said a little wryly walking backwards trying to tackle the door as soon as possible.

"You're welcome," he said enjoying your uncomfortable feeling. "And remember, always safe sex."

You shook your head and rolled your eyes and walked out without looking back. Putting on your helmets didn't stop those three letters from wandering through your thoughts, it had been so long since you'd had sex that you'd almost forgotten how to feel when you were possibly about to get laid again. If it had been three years since you'd joined the Avengers, exactly three years, that should be a bloody crime. But you couldn't blame yourself, you didn't even have enough confidence in yourself, how could you offer it to someone else.

The next few hours were all about you, about your self-care, gaining enough confidence to live again. That black silk dress that reached almost to the floor fell loosely over your body, leaving a plunging neckline and an open back, held up by thin straps. It had been so long since you had looked like that that you could hardly recognise yourself, you had left that time behind, but it was in your hands again. You grabbed a small handbag and after putting the finishing touches to your lipstick you left your bedroom, the longed-for walk of shame awaited you until you reached the car that was waiting to take you to the city.

"Alright, I don't want you to say anything," you informed before walking across the room, where some of your classmates were gathered, luckily some of them were preparing dinner so they weren't present.

"Wow!" exclaimed Sam, smacking Steve's chest, who just smiled and nodded at you, offering you one of his few-word approvals.

"Enjoy your evening," said Nat approaching you and giving you a little hug. "And you know what to do if you need me, one phone call and I'll break his legs."

You smiled after hearing those words whispered in your ears and headed for the exit. The car was as ready as you were to start your journey, you just got in and headed towards the big apple following the Hudson River. The lights, the big skyscrapers, the people walking through the streets, the traffic, you were definitely in New York. You looked at your watch, there were ten minutes left to meet Fred at the place he had booked and you were looking forward to, but life always has twists and turns that take us by surprise, and there was one for you.

One last last minute twist of fate had come Fred's way, informing you just as the car had pulled up outside the restaurant, completely changing your established idea of how the evening was going to go. It wasn't a feeling of anger that came over you, on the contrary, the disappointment was so strong that it was impossible for you to set off back to the avengers' compound, you would be the most embarrassed person if in less than an hour you turned up again under sympathetic glances. You had the keys inside your bag that Tony had offered you, so you would use them, and tomorrow morning you would be on your way home.

Tony's building was located in Lower Manhattan, just as he had called it, a frank building full of all the comforts and technologies, it resembled the Stark Tower but without the external façade, everything was inside. When you walked in you discovered that Tony had arranged for it to be fitted out with all the romantic necessities he thought you would need that night. The finest French champagne was on the lounge table along with a couple of glasses and a basket of your favourite chocolates.

You plopped down on the sofa with no desire to do anything, kicking off your heels, but at that moment you remembered that you had the house to yourself. You got up and grabbed the bottle of champagne along with the box of chocolates and took the lift to the rooftop. New York was really something to see from the heights and right now you had it all at your feet. You didn't know how long you sat in that armchair waiting for the hours to pass, but the bottle was half full.

"Nice view."

Your heart flipped as you heard those words behind you. Tony's figure suddenly appeared and stood beside you.

"What-what are you doing here?" you asked as you stood up, abandoning the champagne.

"The same thing I want to ask you," with his hands in his pockets he looked up at you. "Have you been crying?"

"No!" you exclaimed, crossing your arms mostly because of the cold wind that was blowing against your skin.

"Where's Fred?" asked Tony taking off his black blazer and covering you with it.

"He had...work..." you said almost in a whisper leaning against the railing to avoid looking at him. "What are you doing here?"

"F.R.I.D.A.Y told me you'd arrived," he commented as he continued to stare at you. "Alone."

You nodded biting your tongue cursing at his AI, who was informing him of every move you were making at every moment.

"Why didn't you go back to the facility?" he asked, closing the distance to you.

"Do you really need me to answer that?" you said looking at him.

"Why didn't you call me?" he stood next to you at the railing.

"Do you need me to answer that too?" you arched an eyebrow. "I wanted to be alone, well, I really want to be alone Tony."

Your companion stared at you, brought his index finger to your face to push back a strand of your hair that prevented him from fully contemplating you. Your relationship with Tony had always been complex, strangely complex. You'd known him for three years and you still didn't quite understand him, you didn't know which section of your social life to classify him in, and situations like that were the ones that still puzzled you the most. There was a time when you thought there was a deeper connection between you, your relationship with him wasn't the same as you used to have with Sam or Steve, it was different. But at no point in your lives had you decided to talk about it.

In those moments, as you had told him, you wanted to be alone, but you weren't. There was Tony beside you, looking at you, looking at your face, looking at your lips, creating a strange situation for you.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, directing your gaze to his eyes that remained fixed on your lips.

"The correct question is..." Tony's voice became deeper. "What are you doing to me?"

It was right after those words that you definitely knew what you were doing to him, when Tony furtively closed the distance to you, bringing his lips close to yours, looking for a response from you. However, that event caught you so off guard that you reacted even against your will, offering him a shove to create distance between the two of you again.

"What the hell are you doing!" you exclaimed with wide eyes, stunned, trying to analyse what had just happened.

"Kissing you?" Tony's tone of indifference, it wasn't like usual, it had a mixture of guilt in it. "Come on! We're not just friends and you fucking know it."

You were trying to connect the pieces with the sensations you were feeling at the moment, surprise and indignation mixed with sexual tension and passion, it was all very confusing. You could barely hear what Tony was saying to you at the moment, he was rambling again, but you couldn't resist him, and though you would probably hate yourself for it the next morning you silenced his words by pulling him to you, causing his jacket to slip off his shoulders and fall to the floor. It caught him off guard, but it didn't take long for him to react and bring his hands to your bare back to pull you closer to his body.

The warmth of his rough hands running over your soft skin made you shiver. Until that moment you hadn't realised the need you felt for someone to hold you in their hands, the need for Tony to hold you. His taste running over your lips, your tongue, it was just as you had dreamed, you were being completely taken in by his kisses, running down your neck softly until he reached your collarbones where he slowly slid his tongue. It was like being lost between two worlds and not finding your way out, but you really didn't want to find it.

Soft moans came from inside you, wanting to inform him of the need you were feeling at that moment for him, to have him all to yourself. It had been so long since someone had made you feel this way, you thought your body was going to explode at any moment. Gently Tony's fingers reached up to the thin strap that was held firmly over your left shoulder, letting it slowly fall down your upper arm to give him better accessibility to kiss you.

"It's been so long..." those words left your lips as if they were a plea.

"I know sweetheart," he whispered brushing his lips against your earlobe. "Come with me."

Tony's fingers intertwined with yours, guiding you into the building. You let him lead you down the steps, until finally you found yourself inside a large bedroom, returning to where you had left off, rekindling the need between you. You surrendered yourself to his caresses and kisses again, feeling alive. You tried to undo the knot of the tie that was allowing you so little of Tony's body to be seen, but his hands went faster than yours and held you back. The smile on Tony's face showed you that he intended to prolong those games, but you were thinking of going further, you needed to go further.

"Come on Tony..." you pleaded hoping he felt as needy as you did at that moment.

"Where to?" he asked, slowly caressing the silky fabric of the dress at your thighs.

"Stop teasing me," you murmured, but instantly your tone became more self-assured. "Or I'll be the one to start teasing with you."

Firmly you brought your hands to his chest to offer him a gentle push away from you, just enough distance for him to watch as you very slowly brought your hands to the straps and let them fall down the length of your arms, causing the black dress to fall to your feet. You were practically naked, except for a pair of lacy black panties, under the watchful eyes of those brown eyes that seemed consumed by what they were seeing. 

"Oh, baby. I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you forgot you ever met that asshole," you bit your lower lip, inwardly begging for him to make good on those words. Even though he had already partly done it, he had made you forget about him completely.

You approached him very slowly, it almost hurt, you brought your hands to the collar of his shirt, rubbing his neck with your index fingers, slowly unbuttoning the buttons to check the nakedness of his torso. You uncovered the reactor, which you kissed and then you got down on your knees, getting to the height of his member, which was completely erect. Tony watched your movements with pleasure, letting you express yourself freely, putting you to the test.

Having finished unbuttoning his shirt, you chose to unbutton his trousers with extreme caution, the view from Tony's height was marvellous, and you knew it, so you looked away for a moment to see how he was enjoying watching you.

"Do you like what you see?" you whispered knowing the answer as you unzipped his trousers, feeling his cock rise even more under your touch.

"Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn't tease me," his words came out along with a slight moan, which brought a proud smile to your mouth.

Without a second thought you brought your hands to the top of his boxers and with a subtle brush you pulled them down until the top of his member was presented before your eyes, completely reddened, waiting to be attended to. You closed your eyes, approaching him only to brush him with the tip of your tongue. That warmth you offered him generated a deafening noise from inside Tony's throat who kept looking at you as if his dilated pupils were going to explode at any moment, and who didn't hesitate to place his right hand on the back of your neck to encourage you to continue, but you reacted totally the opposite of what he wanted and again rose up to put yourself at the level of his face.

"You're playing with fire," Tony raised the corner of his lip mischievously, having checked how you were playing with him, "and you just got burned."

His two hands gripping your naked hips tightly was all it took to pull you to the bed and let you fall onto the white sheets. You discovered your own need in his lust-filled eyes, which watched you as he dropped his shirt to the floor and shed his trousers, leaving only his member covered by the thin fabric of his black boxers. You knew you had teased him and it came at a price, a price you were willing to pay at any time, in fact you were willing to pay it.

His body pushed you back against the mattress, you let out a small moan as you discovered that his hands were slowly undoing the only question you had left on your body, your panties, which were slowly sliding down your thighs.

"Tell me how much you need me," his rough voice against your right nipple made you close your eyes and open your needy mouth.

"I need to feel you." You requested as best you could.

"Say please." Tony commanded dropping his lips to your left breast.

"Please..." you begged watching his every action.

"Are you gonna be good for me?" Tony's mouth found itself sliding between your hips, trailing his tongue back and forth.

"I... "you paused for air. "I promise I'll be good."

"Good..." his face disappeared from your sight, moving deeper between your thighs. "Now I want you to forget everyone but me."

As if you were in seventh fucking heaven his warm breath collided with your warmth. Just as you had done a few minutes ago, Tony slid his tongue along every millimetre of your folds, taking pride in the sound it made you externalise. You barely remembered what it felt like, what the deafening pleasure felt like, making your skin burn, your insides scream with pleasure, your need present in every part of your skin, and you weren't afraid to externalise everything you felt. Tony felt himself reveling in the taste of you, punishing you for teasing him earlier, leaving you half-hearted every time you felt you were about to explode.

It was inevitable for you to start moaning his name, wanting him to make use of his hands, to let you cum with pleasure.

"I want your fingers inside me." You commanded, not caring that you sounded so needy, tangling your fingers in Tony's hair.

But recreating the same action you had done to him, he pulled his lips away from your clit to look at you with extreme excitement in his pupils.

"Tony, I need to feel you." You reminded him as he watched you while barely making physical contact with you. "I need you so bad..."

"I know honey," he whispered approaching your face and running his tongue over your lips. "I'm not done with you yet."

When he steps back he offers you the confirmation you needed, his boxers begin to slide down his legs, releasing his full erection, knowing that this was all you needed inside you at the moment. His body reaches up to grab a condom from the drawer in the coffee table, but at no time does he look away from you, tempting you with a slide of your tongue across his lips, causing you to be quicker than he is and steal the condom from his hands. As he does, you reach down and before you put it on, you place a soft kiss on the tip of his cock.

Tony doesn't hesitate to grab your hips and pull you back to the position he needed you to be, between the mattress and his body. After trapping your lips between his he uttered words you could never forget, and which caused your clit to spasm slightly, "I'm gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop." You clenched your jaw and let him thrust inside you with a slowness that you found insufferable, but which caused your moans for the first time to blend together as one in the air.

Your hands prevented his body from separating from yours, drawing him into you. Your control points were completely gone, you had been waiting so long to destroy the barriers that prevented you from having pleasure that at that moment all your senses were fully expanded, every cell in your body wanted to explode with pleasure, and Tony was getting it so easily.

"I'm so close..." you uttered between moans, making Tony's speed start to increase.

"Come for me, honey." He whispered against your lips, pressing into a tight kiss.

His words were a command to your body, who decided the moment had come, exploding, letting your lust take you over completely. You moaned the name "Tony" as you allowed your sensations to invade every part of you, closing around Tony, who relished every sound and movement you made, and who couldn't resist hearing you utter his name, causing his hips to pick up even more speed, cumming right after you.

The cumulus of sensations and feeling was mutual, causing your bodies to fall into each other after everything that had just happened that night in that building on Manhattan Island. It took you a few minutes to react, catching your breath again and realising what had just happened between the two of you.

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Say No To This

RATING: M

PAIRINGS: V. Sanders/J. Sanders (main); Re. Sanders./V. Sanders (platonic); E. Picani/V. Sanders (therapist-client relationship); other Virgil-centric relationships (mentioned)

CHAPTER WARNINGS/KINKS: Neopronouns galore, trans!Janus, enby!Virgil, genderqueer!Remus, Smoking (mainly cigarettes with mentions of weed), Exes wih Benefits relationship, Kissing/Making Out, implied Smut, mentions of Alcohol, Sensory Overload and Panic Attacks, Relationship status go brrr, Remus being Remus-- but its also a protective friend, Swearing, Open/Ambiguous Ending

SUMMARY: Virgil and Janus have been broken up for over a year now; it was amicable and they remained on friendly terms afterwards. However....neither one of them can stop seeing each other, which is why they’ve been having an Exes-With-Benefits sort of relationship....even if Virgil is planning on meeting others for potential dates, and he’s in therapy with Emile. Remus messages vem to make a decision about whether or not ve should get back together with Janus or not.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello everyone! It’s been a while since I wrote something...last Halloween to be exact. It’s been a long and difficult year for all of us, and I wasn’t really sure if I would ever write anything again...but here I am! This is my piece for the @sandersidesbigbang, and I just want to thank all the mods for letting me participate in this, it was truly an experience. <3 I haven’t written a one-shot like this in a very long time, it isn’t my longest one (that belongs to a fic for a different fandom), but I still hope you all enjoy it nonetheless. Artwork for this fic was created by @bisexualoftheblade, thank you very much for putting up with me and my shitty-ass mental health these past couple months. XD And remember, this fic has some pretty heavy themes in it, so please heed the tags at the top of this and on AO3! Thank you very much and I hope you all enjoy! xx Virge

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Virgil stood by vir apartment window as the rain drizzled against vir building, seemingly tapping in a rhythmic beat of the music ve was listening to through vir headphones. As ve drifted along in another universe as ve placed a cigarette between his lips. The smell of mint wafted through vir nose as ve lit the butt, the flick of the lighter coincidentally matching the sound of thunder rolling in the distance.

Ve blew a long stream of smoke against the glass as ve fiddled with vir phone currently resting in vir pocket. Grey eyes staying focused on the various sights of the city in front of vem; whether it be the passing cars speeding by, the building lights switching between off and on, or the people sprinting along the sidewalk. Eventually, ve pulled out vir phone, turning it on as ve read the time on vir lock screen. Almost 8 o’clock at night. No one had called or texted vem about anything, which is good because ve was having a personal moment, not really in the mood to talk to anybody presently. Vir index finger scrolled and tapped aimlessly as ve inhaled a breath from vir cigarette; that is until ve found vemself staring intensely at vir contacts.

The nickname “Snakey” gazing back at vem, little snake and yellow heart emoji and all.

All noises ceased to exist as ve debated whether or not to send a message to vem. Truth be told, ve had been contemplating that idea for most of the evening, but it finally came to head. Ve thought a lot about vem, more so than usual lately; there was a lot that went into this particular relationship. Maybe it wasn’t as complex on their end as it was for Virgil, but this was mainly for the harbored feelings in regards to them, some ve had been dealing with for about six months or so.

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Steven Lim Appreciation Week: Watcher-era Steven

We are celebrating Watcher-era Steven and I want to talk about Hidden Narratives for this day of Steven Lim Appreciation Week!

From the description: “Steven Lim speaks with Asian American leaders across industries about how the coronavirus has impacted our community.“

There are six episodes and one of them is also on youtube. Keep in mind that these episodes were created in March/April 2020. More on that at the end of the post.

Quick disclaimer, I am not Asian American and it would be inappropriate for me to lead any kind of conversation about this podcast; therefore I attempted to keep this relatively surface-level. But I have to admit that I got carried away with this pretty quickly and I am not sure if I stayed in my lane. It was meant to be a short, appreciative post but it got out of hand - if I overstepped boundaries, please let me know.

A warning, this podcast deals with heavy and difficult topics, including racism, grief, pain, people losing their businesses, people hurting. It is also very focused on people coming together and how they can help each other - but these topics are still not easy. I still wanted to write about it because I think that Steven deserves all the appreciation in the world for his work.

The first words that come to mind when thinking about this podcast are “heart” and “dedication”. It has a lot of heart - and despite the not always happy topics, it is such a wonderful, beautiful podcast. You notice the hard work Steven put into it, the passion, the care.

In the intro of the first episode he said he was nervous when he made the podcast but that he hoped that people liked it because it would make him feel good. He explained where the idea came from: His friends talked about how the virus effected their livelihood, and he felt hurt and helpless. And he realized that he could share their untold stories.

Episode 1: How Coronavirus Shut Down A Restaurant in 24 Hours

In the first episode, Steven talks to his friend Deuki Hong, chef and owner of Sunday Hospitality Group, whose restaurants shut down in March 2020. He talked about the emotional impact of things happening so fast, trying to keep his employees safe and worrying about his team, having to question a lot of things he had been taught, and having to deal with the uncertainty.

Steven mostly asked questions and listened. Deuki Hong had to make some difficult decisions, and Steven was never judgmental about it - the podcast allowed for a very honest conversation about a very difficult situation.

The first episode very much was about trying to look out for each other, and that is a sentiment that continues throughout the entire podcast.

Deuki Hong said near the end of the episode: “When people are hurt, they just want someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, whatever that is, so be that person, just be kind, cause yeah, there’s a lot of hurt people right now.”

There is a GoFundMe set up for the team called Sunday Family Dream Fund. It is still open and has not reached its goal - the first episode of Hidden Narratives came out in March 2020 and the last donation to the GoFundMe was 8 months ago, so I am not really sure what the current state of affairs is. (I will come back to this at the end of my post.)

Episode 2: Why This NYC Restaurant Is Staying Open In A Pandemic

Steven mentions in the beginning of the second episode his “close emotional connection to the food industry” and that it is one of the reasons he started his podcast with two stories from two different restaurants. He also wanted to look at the topic of keeping the restaurant(s) open vs. closing it from two perspectives, and says that he does not know if there is a right or wrong answer.

Steven talks to Jimmy Ly, chef and co-owner of Madame Vo and Madame Vo BBQ. Jimmy Ly made the decision to keep his restaurants open. Steven started the conversation with: “Jimmy, thank you for sharing your story and I hope that those listening can gain a little more compassion, a little more empathy and a little more understanding.”

I found it touching that Steven’s first question was “How are you doing?” - it was asked in a way that allowed for an honest answer. This is also something he continues throughout the podcast, and it is very obvious that Steven is a very thoughtful and considerate person.

Jimmy Ly talked about his decision and for him, too, it is about his staff and his obligation toward them - the wanted to take care of them. Steven summed it up with “It is a choice for them between their livelihood and their safety”.

He talked about the measures they took to keep their staff as safe as possible and about adapting to the situation as best as they can.

Jimmy Ly said, if somebody on his team contracted the virus, he would shut his business down. It was obvious that none of the decisions he had to make and has to make are easy. They also talked about how Asian owned business were hit the hardest, and the drop in business for many.

The end of the episode got emotional - Jimmy Ly talked about how people who had to close their small businesses would most likely not be able to open them again. He said he and many others worked hard and that it is unfair that they could lose everything.

Steven talked about the impact Madame Vo had on him and that he could tell that Jimmy Ly cared about his restaurant, staff and customers and the food and that he poured love into it. Jimmy Ly said that Madame Vo means family to him.

The episode description includes the link to the Madame Vo website - Madame Vo Kitchen is still open while Madame Vo BBQ is “temporarily closed”.

Episode 3: FBI Warns Asian Americans Of Racist Outbreaks Due To Coronavirus

In the third episode, Steven talks to Benny Luo, the founder and CEO of NextShark, about the surge of racism against Asian Americans. He said despite growing up one of the only Asians in his school and being attacked for it, he has never seen so many Asian Americans being attacked in his life before.

From the description: NextShark is “one of the leading sources of global Asian and Asian American news”.

Benny Luo talked about the cases of racism against Asian Americans rising and that him and his team work the hardest they have ever worked in the history of the company to be able to report the stories.

He also talked about the impact of being confronted with those stories regularly - that it is psychologically draining but that his team feels a responsibility to do this work and that he is proud of his team.

Benny Luo told about someone writing to the team about the momentous moments happening for Asian Americans in the past years - and how it felt like it all came tumbling down. He said it is hurtful but that he also hopes it will be a time in history where the entire Asian community will come together.

But he also highlighted the good - there are people doing important work, in the medical field and in other fields, and it is important to be proactive - and these stories should be covered too.

Steven called the conversation “enlightening and therapeutic”. Benny Luo said to Steven: “You’re a creator, you’ve been a representative for us, being an Asian face on a really really big platform and (...) you doing interviews like this with me and you speaking up, I mean, those things have a lot of impact so no matter what it is, I think that you’ve made a big contribution in helping advance us forward.”

Here is the NextShark website.

Episode 4: On Andrew Yang And How Proving Our "American-ness" Won't End Racism

The fourth episode deals with the controversial op-ed by Andrew Yang that advises Asian Americans to show their American-ness to combat racism. Steven said that he was hurt by his words but also by the way Andrew Yang was treated as a result.

In the episode, Steven talks to Taylor Weik, a Japanese-American writer who wrote an article in response to the op-ed. From the description: “Taylor shares more context on why Yang's call-to-action was dismissive to the history of Japanese-Americans and details the negative impacts of Yang's article on the Asian American community.“

In his reflection of the episode, Steven said he did not know how to feel when the article came out - he did not agree with Andrew Yang and he thinks what he said was harmful but people also dismissed all of Andrew Yang’s previous accomplishments. Steven said he can understand the outrage. He said that he thinks that Andrew Yang can learn and that they can grow as a community.

It was clear that this was a difficult topic for Steven but he did his best to have a balanced and fair conversation and to not condemn.

Episode 5: Why American Healthcare Workers Aren’t Safe From The Pandemic

In the fifth episode, Dr. Shuhan He, an emergency doctor and the co-founder of GetUsPPE.org, talks with Steven about the shortage of personal protective equipment (PPE) for healthcare workers.

They had a conversation about what exactly PPE is and why it was so hard to get. They not only talked about the importance of PPE in hospitals but also in nursing homes. Another topic was the importance of wearing masks.

Steven said: “A lot of people are grieving and (...) I’ve been feeling a lot of pent-up sadness and I don’t know how to channel the energy.” He asked how people can help.

Here is the link to Dr Shuhan He’s organisation GetUsPPE. Once again Steven mentioned people coming together and doing good.

Episode 6: Should Churches Gather During a Pandemic?

The sixth episode is very personal to Steven - his Christian faith is the most important thing in his life. He talks to Pastor Drew Hyun, pastor and leader of Hope Church Midtown in New York City. Steven attended Hope Church when he was still in New York.

They talked about churches gathering - Pastor Hyun’s churches are meeting remotely. He said that people were missing connectivity and that’s why they decided to make services interactive and using Zoom instead of having live streams. They also switched their style of services to a style that would allow more interaction.

Pastor Hyun said what makes the situation so painful is that people share the collective grief but are still physically isolated. Steven asked how people are doing spiritually - Pastor Hyun said there was a hunger, and that people are starting to think about faith and life and God.

He said they would not be gathering because they want to be a loving community - a loving community would serve the vulnerable, deliver food to the elderly, raise money for small businesses, serve non-profits. He wanted to lean into love and generosity.

Steven talked about the challenges with his own faith - why would God allow such a devestating thing? He said he can at least channel all the energy of grief, and that giving back has been therapeutic for him. He also mentioned that churches are now more accessible than ever.

They talked about some churches not being willing to stop gathering in person - Pastor Hyun said it is a grief to him and that the most loving thing that churches can do is not to gather.

Again, the end of the episode got emotional - Steven asked how Pastor Hyun personally was doing and he told about how he tried to support the restaurant of a friend and walked out of it crying. He said it would be easy for him to fall into despair and cynicism - but that he clings to the thought that God will do something. He talked about people suffering and how hard it is to watch - and that the situation is challenging.

Steven said he would keep him in his prayers. Pastor Hyun said: “Thanks for what you’re doing and I think it’s beautiful - you’re telling the stories of pockets of light in the midst of what’s happening.”

In his reflection, Steven said that he had been struggling with the situation every day but where he can find joy and peace and confidence is God and the belief that God has a plan for him.

A few closing thoughts: I admire Steven’s dedication. I think this quote from the end of episode 3 sums it up: “I spend my evenings editing this, it’s not part of our overall business plan and probably, you know, we’re losing money from it. It’s not supposed to be my priority. But I’ve been given the green light by my co-founders, by my head of development to continue making this show.”

That’s incredible hard work right there. And it deserves to be recognized.

The podcast was created in the early stages of the pandemic. I don’t know how the people who shared their stories are doing now, about a year later. I would love to have some updates - I thought about doing some research myself and create sort of a follow-up but, again, I don’t know if I am the right person to do it.

To conclude this already too lengthy post, I want to return to the main themes that could be found in all episodes: Coming together, helping each other, creating support, being kind, channeling negative emotions into positive actions, making positive changes.

That’s what Steven is doing with this podcast and with the rest of his work, and it is very very impressive, commendable and inspirational.

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Simply, yours (10)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre:  family AU, hapkido teacher AU, PhD AU

Word count: 6.5K

Warnings: cursing

A/N: Hello, hi! Welcome back! This chapter has a LOT of stuff happening... But at the end of the day, we all want to have a pleasant read, right? I hope you will like this one, I enjoyed writing it a whole lot... 😊💖 Pls let me know what you thought, it helps me so much! Have a good day/night! ^^ Btw what did you think of BBHs cover of BoA? I LOVE IT! Original was already so good and he just made it more speacial by adding his sweet flavor... 💕

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Stupid, stupid, stupid.

That was what you've been muttering to yourself for the past two hours on your way back home and basically ever since you turned your back on him. Literally. Because you are that bad at controlling your emotions for some reason.

So as a way to punish yourself, you ended up popping into the nearest convenience store to your apartment and getting chocolates and sweet bakery because you… needed it. You had been dying to put something sweet into your mouth, so it could be hardly taken as a punishment, but you did find it as unnecessary expense, plus you were already halfway through looking like an elephant. But wow, what a sucky day, yucks.

It was one thing to be a little jealous about that girl, and a completely different thing to become cold towards Baekhyun and not even tell him what was bothering you. He didn't deserve that and you felt extremely guilty, to the point that you just entered your quiet, loving home and felt like crying like a baby.

Changing into comfy clothes, you didn't even bother with folding them, instead throwing them into the laundry basket, too preoccupied with your own guilt. Plus, your sweat pants felt tighter and uncomfortable around your thighs. How annoying. You needed to spend even more money now for the stupid XXXXXL size that you were slowly becoming.

You could bet that Jiyoung girl had the smallest size waist-

“Ah, stop it!” you shouted into nothing, tired of yourself and the whirlwind of emotions that you became. How was it possible to switch between emotions this fast? Your period wasn't the kindest but thankfully it was rarely painful and you only had terrible cravings instead of mood swings but this pregnancy was too much.

And in that moment, everything was getting on your nerves. You losing your job. You wanting to surprise your boyfriend. Him smiling like that at another woman. Him smiling. Seriously, why was he even smiling?! You weren't even there, so how dared he smile? Oh, and yeah that woman next to your man! You declining his request to stay until he was done. You should have stayed. You should have stayed and support him, enjoy the way he was doing his passion and maybe you would have understood what that Jiyoung girl was doing. Was she even a student?

You sighed. You wouldn't know. If she would have been a student, you didn't think she would dare to come collect him from his girlfriend like that.

You threw yourself into the softness of your pillows, chocolate bar in your mouth as you took a small bite and let your angry tears fall. This was so not you. This wasn't the strong, independent woman and if you would keep up this game, Baekhyun would notice too. He would see the faults in you.

“Stop thinking, you brat,” you warned yourself. “Stop it! Don't think! Just don't!”

And the worst?! You couldn't even touch your bump in that moment, you were that disgusted. It was all fault of the babies; they were making you like this, creating problems where there weren't any!

Before you could wallow even more, your phone rang. Scrambling quickly to get it in hopes to see Baekhyun's photo as your caller ID, you were surprised to see your mother's name dancing on the screen. That could only mean some bad news as you rarely talked. The last time you talked was nearly a month ago when she was checking up on you and your pregnancy and making sure Baekhyun was there for you.

Ignoring the way your hands were shaking, you answered the phone, feeling a bit of adrenaline rush in your blood causing slight dizziness. It'd been a while you felt lightheaded like this.

“Mum?”

“Hi, daughter,” she gasped, her voice gentle as always. “How are you? It's been a month almost, thought I'd check up on you.”

And there it all went. You started to wail at that question right away, unable to bear your mother's gentle voice. You didn't even realize how much you missed having a mother figure in this period of life, when she could give you advice, guidance and especially deep understanding.

“Are you crying?” she quipped, surprised at the sniffles that would soon follow with stifled sobs. “Oh, my, why are you crying? Is it the hormones?”

Well, was it the hormones? you asked yourself, but you were so incredibly clueless and so incredibly frustrated because of everything that you couldn't get a proper reply. “Ye-yes,” you hiccuped as hot tears streamed down your face. It was that type of crying where you just couldn't stop, the hysterical sobs needing to be let out, tears seeming to have an infinite storage somewhere inside of you.

Your mother sighed, but you imagined her affectionate gaze. “I understand. Although I don't know to what extent is having three babies burdening, any pregnancy is extremely difficult on your body, honey. Just let it all out and don't dwell too much on what is the reason. You don't need it now, so just let it out.”

At that you had to hide your face in the pillow and let out a little wail, because her words were warming you up so much, yet she was far away from you. Oh, dear, she had no clue what a rollercoaster of a ride you had put yourself and your boyfriend through, so you basically had every reason to have these feelings. She didn't even know you had been sacked. That was the reason you were crying, right?

“Is Baekhyun there?” your mother kept on going when she knew you wouldn't give her a coherent answer.

You hiccuped again, trying to make your mouth move. “N-no. Wo-worki-ing.”

“It's almost late evening, though,” she muttered to herself.

It was just 6pm, but the elders always had the specialty of saying “it's late in the night” when it was barely 8pm. You tried to smile at her antics, but it was painful. Because your boyfriend wasn't home. He was at that stupid training of his with stupid women that had to take the stupid hapkido class.

“What did you have for lunch-”

“I got sacked today,” you blurted suddenly and sniffed back big time, not even listening to her words.

“What do you mean you got sacked today?”

“Just exactly what I said. I am jobless.”

“How did you get sacked? You were promoted not long ago.”

You let out a loud breath, your lungs aching from all the crying. It just made more tears well up in your eyes again. “I had an idiot of a boss.” You should have definitely said it was all your fault, but currently you were feeling like the biggest loser in the world. “So it was better like this anyway. I can't even do much, soon I will be huge and… useless.”

Your mother tsked disapprovingly as you heard some shuffling in the background. “What is this silly talk, daughter. What did Baekhyun say?”

You gritted your teeth. “Why do you always ask about him?! He was happy I got sacked, okay?”

“Alright, alright,  no need to shout at your mother.”

“But I don't want to talk about Baekhyun right now, so stop asking me!”

“Oh, I understand now,” she replied back nonchalantly, and some creaking noise provided just the perfect background. “As long as you think you can manage…”

“Yes, I can manage.”

“You and Baekh-”

“Don't.”

She sighed and you heard fire. She was probably warming up dinner in the kitchen. “Did he do something?”

You opened your mouth to retort but were stopped, because YES was your personal answer but NO was the fact. You wiped your tears quickly. “No. I mean... “ you trailed off and rolled yourself on your back, staring at the ceiling. “No.”

“Well then why are you so sensitive? I am trying to see what is wrong and you clearly have an issue with him. You can tell me honestly. Or don't.”

Just then you heard the code being typed in the entrance door, sign of Baekhyun arriving. You groaned loudly and stood up quickly to close the bedroom door before he could get in and have an easy access to bedroom but it was a wrong idea. Seeing black spots everywhere, you felt like your entire body just gained another 40 kilograms as an invisible weight pulled down on your shoulders making you stumble back into the mattress, the world spinning with along with you rather fast.

“I'll call you back,” you murmured softly into the phone and threw it away into the blanket somewhere, trying to make your head calm down.

Baekhyun called out your name, announcing his arrival but you felt like throwing up. You groaned as quietly as possible, scrunching up your face in hopes of stopping this terrible attack. Cold sweat made its way down your neck and you shivered as you felt a huge bulge in your stomach. But you were so extremely disoriented you could barely open your eyes let alone make it to the bathroom in time.

“Baekhyun,” you called out, “please bring me the bucket from the-” gulp, gulp, gulp.

Baekhyun walked into the bedroom but when he saw you his eyes went wide. “What is wrong? Hey, hey, what's- shit,” he cursed when he heard the familiar noise, and ran to the bathroom to get the little pink bucket as you gagged, trying to get on your fours, looking extremely shaken up. Tears were streaming down your face, your knees and arms trembling violently before you saw two feet clad in white socks and then bucket pushed into your face as Baekhyun reached for you with his other hand to keep your balance up. “Shh, c'mon, let it out. Don't keep it back,” he murmured urgently and sweeped the hair that was plastered to your forehead and cheeks away, noticing the snot and flushed cheeks. Just then, finally, you let it all out. Your throat was on fire but your head kept pulling you in one direction into which you would have easily fell if it weren't for the safety of Baekhyun's arms. “Shh, you're doing well.”

Although not seeing his face, you knew he was tense and probably wondering what made you this terribly sick when food and spit kept constantly coming out until it became just violent gagging, nothing able to come out anymore, only caused by your head spinning so much it triggered your stomach. Wasn't it just today that you were thankful for not having to go through this again?

You calmed down after another couple of minutes, completely spent. “Baekhyun,” you murmured, afraid to open your eyes. He hummed as he took the bucket to the side, and looked at you closely as he brought his other hand to your pale face, wiping the tears away. “I'm very dizzy.”

“Look at me, baby,” he murmured, frowning a little and wanting to check the focus in your eyes.

You shook your head ever so gently before your lower lip trembled. “I can't… please,” you said just as you were about to crash on him again, the invisible pull still there.

“Okay. Lay down for me, can you do that?” he asked gently. “I will help you move now, don't get startled.” And he did so, pushing on your shoulders a bit, helping you lie down. He took all the pillows on the bed and put your head under them, by then knowing very well what to do when you got into this kind of situation. “Keep your head up for me, and your knees too,” he whispered and patted your straightened-out legs. You did as he said and heard him move around the room before he came back with the little machine, pushing your arm through the hole to measure your blood pressure.

“Don't cry, sweetheart,” you heard him whisper as he tried to catch every single teardrop while the machine was working. He looked around for a glass of water which, of course, you didn't have.

“I feel like hell,” you said, your voice raw.

Baekhyun was thankful your eyes were closed, for he didn't want you to witness how worried and scared he was. Yes, you did get dizzy and many times sick, but to this extent? Never. He was already thinking three steps ahead, fishing his phone out of his pocket.

Beeping sound brought you back to the reality and Baekhyun checked, murmuring the results out loud, his frown now deep. “We are going to the hospital,” he decided.

“No!” you shouted, opening your eyes to look at him but you almost saw three Baekhyuns. Usually, you wouldn't mind but it made you want to throw up again. You were fast to close them, scrunching your face. “Please,” you sobbed, scared. “Make it stop! But don't call anyone!”

Baekhyun was already calling ambulance, leaving the room in case you would have a tantrum. He knew your blood pressure was skyrocketing and it made him worried sick; he didn't know what to do. Plus, he was told by your doctor that if your blood pressure reaches a certain level, you were eligible to call for ambulance.

As much as he hated you crying and going through this, he was there with you, every single step at a time.

-

“She will be alright,” said the doctor that was in the emergency room, checking your vitals on his clipboard. “She needs to rest for now, but,” he shook his head gently and looked up at Baekhyun whose eyes were bulging in fear of what was to come. “Her blood pressure was too high. It isn't good for the patient, neither it is good for the pregnancy.”

“What does that mean?”

He shrugged. “Well, it is very likely that she will have to endure this until she gives birth. Triplet pregnancy is a bit different than the usual ones. Since premature birth is highly possible to happen, which also may affect the health of the children,  her not monitoring stress levels or taking good care of her body may also influence the health of the kids.” He sighed. “She is bearing a lot right now, so there are high risks of her fainting if this continues. As you told me, she had been struggling with high blood pressure this whole time, correct?”

Baekhyun nodded quickly.

“Well, she is in the fifteenth week which means almost half-way through till due date… It should have subsided by now but we can't do anything to change it; only give medication, unfortunately. Multiples' pregnancy is full of surprises.”

Baekhyun felt so helpless in that moment. Why did he get the feeling the doctor was clueless in a way too?

“Will she survive?” he asked seriously.

The doctor smiled gently. “She is completely healthy, so there is no risk of her losing her life, but this was definitely a dangerous situation. She shouldn't be left alone for too long as this occurs unexpectedly. It is rare anyway to have such strong reaction to high blood pressure, but this is what it takes to live for three more lives, I suppose.”

Oh, how Baekhyun wished he could take at least half of the burden you were bearing.

The doctor patted him twice on the shoulder before leaving. He looked at you, your sleeping figure so peaceful compared to couple of hours ago when you looked white as death and just about to pass out. 

Sighing, he reached for your hand, gently squeezing it before murmuring a soft I love you. You were going through all of this because of him. He made you pregnant and now here you were, fighting for four lives: the unborn babies and your own.

His phone vibrating was what interrupted his train of thoughts. Quickly searching for it in his winter jacket, he saw your mother's name flashing on the screen, bad feeling already eating him away. Should he tell her where you were now? He would only make her worried.

“Hello, mother,” he answered, trying to make his voice as normal and even as possible while stroking your knuckles with is thumb.

“Oh, thank God you picked up, Baekhyun! I've been contacting my daughter for the past hour and she wouldn't answer. Are you with her now?”

Gulping, he said: “Yes. She is, uh, sleeping now.”

“Silly girl. I called her earlier today to check up on her and caught her in a bad state of mind,” she explained, her voice sounding exasperated. “She kept crying but wouldn't tell me why. This is none of my business, my dear, but did you two have a fight?”

Surprised was an understatement to Baekhyun. First of all, you didn't necessarily fight, it was your weird mood that created negative tension between you two but it was certainly not a fight; second of all he had no clue you were having such a mood prior to his arrival although he did see your swollen face and eyes. “No, we didn't have a fight. She has been acting strangely today, that is true. She lost her job and maybe the hormones and all…” he trailed off, trying to justify your actions though he himself wasn't sure.

“Yes, she told me she lost her job, but to me it didn't seem like that was her main issue. Let me be honest with you, Baekhyun,” she said and Baekhyun didn't have a good feeling about what was to come. “She didn't even want to hear your name. I don't know what exactly happened between you two, but it would be healthy if you both talk. You know she cannot get this upset while being pregnant. She was choking on her own sobs.”

Baekhyun closed his eyes and left your hand so he could pinch the bridge of his nose. Just what the hell was up with you? “She came to visit me at the university today, but she had such a change of mood, mother. I was shocked myself and I try to understand, I really do but it has been difficult recently.” Let alone she was lying to me, he thought but kept quiet.

Your mother sighed again; she trusted Baekhyun and wasn't doubtful about him at all. She also knew what pregnancy mood swings meant, so she was not blaming entirely you just as she knew Baekhyun could have been falsely accused. She knew him ever since he was a baby after all. “I understand, sweetie, and I am not blaming you at all. I will let you rest. I know you also don't have it easy, dear,” she added, affection lacing her voice, “so please I just ask you to have some patience with her for now. She can be a handful.”

“I do, mother, you know I do,” replied Baekhyun right away, looking at your sleeping face. “I can't get mad at her even if I want to.”

At that she laughed. “My sweet boy. I hope I can call you my son-in-law very soon.”

“Actually yes. Sooner than later.”

-

You found yourself seated on the wooden bench, a book about multiples' pregnancy perched on your thighs while you tried hard not to stare at your boyfriend clad in his hapkido uniform.

He was currently leading his class with Jiyoung, the girl because of whom it all went downwards. Bitterly, you stopped yourself from blaming it on someone like her. It wasn't her fault. Why, you ask? Because…

Few days ago

“Can you explain to me what happened on Monday?” murmured Baekhyun as you were both lying in bed, the dimmed light on his side still on, as he just finished going through his notes from the previous lectures. It made you resent yourself even more knowing how much he had on his plate, yet you couldn't even control your emotions as soon as he stood next to a pretty lady or he looked at you weirdly.

You sighed, rubbing your temple as you were lying on your back. Baekhyun turned his head to look at you, pausing, contemplating. Then, he slowly changed positions, lying on his right side, his hand slowly dragging on the surface of the mattress, reaching your hip and sliding it up over your belly that was sticking out, giving it gentle rubs as he waited patiently for you to talk.

“I won't get mad,” he had the need to add which made you scoff, and him chuckle.

“It's so fucking stupid, Baekhyun, and don't say I can't swear while being pregnant.”

He frowned gently. “Well, it obviously made you upset,” he argued, “so it cannot be fucking stupid.”

He saw you gritting your teeth, and he slid his gaze over your profile, how the light was illuminating the part of your face to which he was turned to. He honestly thought you looked breathtaking and would have kissed you whole night if it weren't for the confusion he was currently feeling. In that moment, he wanted answers more than anything.

“What is Jiyoung-” you trailed off and Baekhyun raised an eyebrow, “to you? To your class? To… hapkido?” Asking, instead of answering him. Great. Although, you weren't expecting silence that followed. You imagined him chuckling at your ridiculousness but he didn't. He didn't and it almost made you lose yourself once again, but he spoke: “She is a master like me,” he spoke softly, and you focused on his warm hand sliding over your belly. You turned your head a little to catch his gaze that was already burning holes on your face. “I didn't tell you until I was sure, which I became on Monday, but then things happened…”

“Sure about what?”

“I am leading the hapkido universiade team with her, but I am the main master,” he revealed, his face still in a gentle frown. “She was assigned to do it together with me, so that is why she was there during practice, too. And she will be from now on until July.”

“But is she like a teacher at Sungkyunkwan or something?”

He shook his head. “She is from Kyunghee university where she is the head of department. There was a  joint alliance with them for the hapkido team and also, if we win this, I might have a chance to work with the National team later on,” he explained patiently, not tearing his gaze away from yours.

So many things you were founding out, so many good news. That meant Jiyoung was older than Baekhyun! That was definitely good news! And you ruined it all on Monday and you completely misunderstood the entire situation.

“Baekhyun,” you whispered, closing your eyes. Humming in response, he now caressed your cheek, his thumb making slow circles. “I'm so sorry. For being the way I was. What you just said,” you stuttered, opening your eyes, urgency in them, “is all amazing news and I couldn't be any more proud of you.”

“Shh, it's okay, princess,” he whispered, scooting closer to your side.

“No,” you shook your head, “I thought… I was… jealous, so jealous. I shouldn't have let the emotions control me like that. I shouldn't have just left you like that. I apologise,” you said sincerely, staring into his eyes that were now casted in shadow as he was with his back towards the light. Yet, the burning behind his eyes could hardly go unnoticed by you.

“You are so mean when you are jealous,” he blurted, intending to make you chuckle which he succeeded in, but then it disappeared just as quickly and you nudged his cheek with your nose to get more out from him. He sighed, eventually. “You know you can trust me, right? You know I would never want to lose your trust despite you lying to me.”

At that, you whimpered, pouting and widening your eyes at him, still terribly ashamed for what you had done.

“It's okay, I am not holding grudges,” he insisted, “but you know I can't stand you not trusting me, hm? I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you and with our kids,” he murmured and at that he caressed the belly yet again as he buried his face in your neck, sending goosebumps down your spine. “So why do I have a feeling you keep doubting me?”

You stiffened, but his caresses didn't cease, which meant he wasn't upset. You raised your hand, playing with his hair as you mumbled: “No, I don't doubt you at all. It's the hormones. It's the babies. You know that before getting pregnant we were just fine.”

“I know,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning the skin on your pulse point, “it is always the babies fault, right?”

“Please.”

“Please, what?” he asked, curious as he pulled back to look at your face.

“Just… I apologise, Baekhyun.”

His eyes searched your gaze. “And I forgive you. But you need to promise me you won't get so worked up over nothing in the future.”

“I won't.”

“By nothing I mean anything. If it isn't a life or death situation, I don't want you to pay it too much attention.”

You watched his mouth move as he spoke, going on about what the doctor said, what the books said about triplet pregnancy, what he thought would be the best for you. And you tried to listen, you really did, but you were head over heels for him; he was mesmerizing and he understood your crazy whirlwind of emotions, and you loved him. So much.

“Are you listening?” he asked, snapping his fingers two times in front of your face. “Young lady, you keep zoning out on me.”

You smiled at his playful manner and he reciprocated the gorgeous grin as he leaned in closer. “I am listening, I am. I just realised once again how much I love you, Baekhyun.”

His grin turned into an affectionate, lopsided smile and he eyed your lips before flicking his orbs back to yours, murmuring your name. “And I love you. Do you understand? I love you. Only you. Can you actually understand?”

“No,” you whispered, dreamy look on your face as you were bewitched by him. He shook his head, and reached for your face, brushing the baby hair out of your forehead. “It's difficult to get it through my thick head that someone like you loves someone like me.”

“How would I make you understand then?”

“Show me. I want you to kiss me, it's been too long.”

He leaned in more, his eyes constantly flicking between your lips and your eyes as he muttered with narrowed eyes: “You're horny again, aren't you?”

You let out a breathy laugh as you sneaked your hands around his neck, bringing him closer. “For you? Always.”

He chuckled just as he kissed you, smiling widely into your mouth before playing with your lower lip, going straight for a gentle bite that he knew would ignite the fire in you.

“Are we doing another make-up sex?” he murmured between kisses, slowly climbing over you and you gladly widened your legs for him.

“Uh-uh, you're making love to me because you need to show me you love me.”

He kissed your neck, laughing quietly. “You're shameless.”

“So are you. Now, do your magic, honey.”

And now here you were, as per his order, watching him. As you would be every week whenever he wasn't home. If he could have, he would have dragged you to all his lectures as well, but you managed to talk him out of it. Honestly, you didn't mind this at all, as you really enjoyed observing him teaching hapkido and doing all the cool moves he was so smooth at doing. It was true you would get tired and wooden bench was only so comfortable for you to sit through couple of hours.

During the break, Baekhyun jogged to you with an energetic smile and leaned in to give you a quick peck. “You good over here?” he asked as his team erupted in big laughters, everyone enjoying their break time.

You beamed up at your boyfriend. “Yes, all fine.”

He smiled even wider at that, ruffling your hair as he looked down on the book in your lap. “Is it any good?”

“Well, for sure although I'm learning some disturbing stuff,” you muttered, worry flashing through your eyes that made Baekhyun raise his eyebrows.

“We will finish in 50 minutes and then you can tell me all about it, how is that?” he asked gently, and grabbed your cheeks to observe you closer.

You giggled and he seemed satisfied. “Alright, let's do that.”

He was just leaning in for another kiss when someone cleared their throat muttering a little excuse me, making Baekhyun move away from you. “Jiyoung.”

“Sorry to disturb, but I think it would be better if we stay longer today. For practice, I mean,” she said, her eyes wandering over to you and a bit lower, obviously looking at the baby bump. She snapped her eyes back at Baekhyun's questioning face. “It's better if we start going through basic kicks now, just so the kids can remember each technique correctly and from then build on it.”

You watched Baekhyun's back, but he was relaxed. “The kids are black belts, 4-5 dans in at least, though,” he replied diplomatically, “I don't see the point in going through basic kicks. Techniques should come to them as second nature by now.”

“I still think we should start having longer practices,” she insisted. “So your girlfriend might be a bit uncomfortable sitting here for such a long time.”

Wow, you thought, she was actually dragging you into this somehow. Interesting.

“I don't mind,” you heard yourself say before you could think twice. “So do whatever you deem correct.”

“Not today, no,” Baekhyun decided. “After December we will be good with longer practices if necessary,” he emphasized. “If we don't slack off, we can manage just fine.”

She gave a confident smile. “Alright then. I suppose you won't mind if we start the class now.”

What a bitch, you thought again.

“I won't mind. You may start,” was Baekhyun's curt nod and he turned around to face you, his actions heating your cheeks up as he crouched in front of you and took your hands in his before bringing them up to his lips.

“Alright, master.” And she was gone.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-shouted, but the excited glint in your eyes told Baekhyun you loved what he just pulled.

“Prioritizing you.”

You smiled graciously, and leaned in, pecking his lips.

-

Couple of weeks went by, you following Baekhyun to his practice, while you were found your way back to knitting that you so diligently used to do when you were younger, your mum teaching you as a little girl. Trying hard not to sound annoyed or desperate for any activity, you made sure you were always smiling and at peace in your mind. You promised your boyfriend you would look after yourself and that was what you had been trying to do. You even managed to sell some of the scarfs and gloves you knitted, given it was now nearing the end of December.

You smiled up at Baekhyun who dismissed the class, not waiting until Jiyoung and the students leave. “Ready to go?”

“Yes,” he replied, some perspiration on his forehead glistening in the practice room. “Can't wait to have a rest.”

You stood up to your feet slowly, minding your blood pressure, and reached for a handkerchief before grabbing his hand so he wouldn't move away. “Let me,” you murmured as you reached up and tapped the textile gently along his hairline.

His eyes focused down on you, affection and love melting his features into the softest smile. “Thank you.”

“We don't want daddy to catch a cold, right?” you chirped enthusiastically.

Baekhyun quirked an eyebrow at you, never hearing the nickname leave your mouth before. You would always get extremely embarrassed when he called you mummy, so this was a new discovery. “Yeah, otherwise how would daddy protect mummy, hm?”

Just as expected, you grew red in your face and quickly looked around, making sure no one was too near to overhear.

“What? You started,” he laughed quietly before leaning in to kiss your cheek, leaving it with a loud smooch and moisture on your skin. “Mummy.”

Your eyes widened and you laughed along with him before he moved to pack up his stuff. All the students who were now leaving farewelled cheerfully, always enjoying how flustered you would get from the attention, because master Baekhyun's girlfriend is so cute! and of course, he would encourage them, showing you off, which always warmed your heart.

“Not tired?”

You turned to the right to see Jiyoung approaching, a glass bottle in her hand as her high ponytail swung with each step she made. “I'm okay, thank you. Aren't you tired?”

“Nope,” she said, the p sound bopping like a bubble. “Master Baekhyun has been a bit slacking off with the workouts, eh?” she chuckled, nudging Baekhyun who was putting on his jacket with her elbow.

“Well, I can always make it especially hard for you, Jiyoung,” was his confident reply.

Oh my god, he was so hot you actually had to cross your legs while standing.

She smirked. “I would love to finally find out what does this especially hard mean, master.”

Well, you definitely didn't find her confidence hot. If anything, you wanted to warn her not to challenge Baekhyun too much.

“Alright, especially hard it is then,” he concluded just as he zipped up his jacket and took his gym bag, slugging it over his shoulder.

Jiyoung's eyes sparked with excitement, you could see that. It was always there, actually. Coming to the practices with him for two weeks, you kind of learnt to read her. She was a professional, you knew that much. She wasn't openly hitting on your boyfriend, no. It was in these subtle talks that irked you because you couldn't do anything about them, just tolerate and trust Baekhyun. Which, he really not once made you doubt - his trust. He would always prove you his love to you, and you to him. It was so obvious. He only had eyes for you.

Even now, as he stood in front of you, touching your hip gently and sliding his hand to your lower back to lead you out and saying his bye to the disappointed face of his hapkido partner, you knew it.

“Baekhyun,” you said once outside on the half-dead campus as you were making your way to the bus stop, the dark sky not showing any clouds which only meant another freezing night.

“Yes, angel.” He intertwined your fingers and pushed the connected hands into his pocket.

“I was thinking… What if I just went home?”

He stopped walking, looking at you a bit taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“I feel a bit useless, you know. But also quite tired from all of this,” you said showing your belly that was sticking out. “So I thought I would visit home.”

“But we have regular check ups at the clinic,” he replied, his eyes wandering over your features. His nose was growing a bit red which you found adorable, which is why you stood on your tippy toes and gave him a little peck on it.

“I know… but if I would miss one appoint-”

“No.”

“Baek-”

“You are not missing an appointment, baby,” he said, this time more sternly as he looked down at you, his hair that was trapped under a red beanie made his soft hair fall into his eyes.

You pressed your lips together, understanding his choice. “So, I would go only for two weeks.”

Something flashed across his eyes, something that you couldn't decipher. “What about me?”

Yes, what about Baekhyun? “You have lots on your plate right now,” you reasoned, squeezing his hand that was trapped in his pocket. “You could study better, and focus more on the practices. And, you could totally go and have a good time with your friends, or even invite them over, hm?”

“You actually think I would let you travel alone? With your blood pressure?”

“C'mon, by KTX it takes an hour and a half and then taxi just twenty minutes out of town.”

You felt like you were contradicting yourself. You, the one who was always trying to save up money was willing to pay a lot just to travel. KTX tickets were already very expensive. Taxis as well. But there was very little public transportation going to your village and you didn't feel like taking it with your big belly.

Baekhyun didn't say anything for a while, just staring at you. “Why this sudden- need?” is what he asked eventually.

“You know I miss mum,” you mumbled, averting your gaze. 

“I know it's difficult,” he sighed, the action condensing his breath. “But I can't let you go by yourself, no way. Besides,” he added eagerly, “it's Korean new year soon. Can't you wait just a little longer? We both will be going home for that, you know that.”

He was right. It was literally around the corner.

“It's just in two weeks time, hm?” he asked, quirking his eyebrows at you, pleading to say yes. When he saw you contemplating, he mumbled: “I am not letting you go alone, anyway, so you better agree.”

You huffed in disbelief and dragged him towards the bus stop. “Let's go home. I will think about it.”

“Tomorrow we have a double-date with Chen's, did you forget that too?” he said as he let you drag him after you.

“No, I didn't. I would have gone the day after.”

“Well, you wouldn't leave me alone for such a long time, right?”

That made you stop and turn to him just to witness the puppy eyes and a prominent pout that made you smile softly at him as you walked even closer, resting your forehead on his jacket-clad chest. “I hate even the idea of not being with you for two weeks, Baekhyun.”

“Exactly. So just wait until we can go together, hm? Please? I don't want you to go. I can't even sleep without you anymore.”

You chuckled and leaned back, catching his small smile. “Alright. I think.”

He whined your name before he grabbed you by your waist with his free hand and brought your hips closer as he hovered a bit over you. “Alright, I won't go is what you wanted to say,” he muttered before kissing you hungrily. It was such a contrast; outside, the air was freezing, but your hot mouths pressed together, his body glued to yours as he breathed in loudly before tilting his head, asking for access with his eager tongue was hot, burning up. You moaned quietly, just for him to hear and he growled in response, a satisfactory hum leaving his throat while he circled your tongue, sucking on it, making you gasp because you were in public. He kissed you, and kissed you until you were completely breathless, until you were fully convinced that he didn't want you anywhere far from him. Even if it meant he could focus more on his practice, studies and whatever else you just listed. Even if it meant a short time.

He didn't want you away. And that was final.

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Damienette arranged marriage: part 11

I literary wrote it right after publishing the previous part. Surprise. But you will kill me again because this time this is serious cliffhanger :)

Credits: Miraculous Ladybug team for the elements I take from MLB show. DC for their characters, @ozmav for the AU, @maribat-archive for giving me access to so many different stories to have take inspirations from, @thyladyanput for idea for Chat Damian and me for the plot.

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Instead of taking the ring he closed boy's hand around it, cupping it in his own. "No son. I told you I can't do this alone. I want... I need your help. We can bring your mother back together."

"Thank you father. Your trust means the world for me."

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Now

Chat Noir crashed through the window right into the room where Marinette, Damian and Chloe were having a friendly conversation. He looked different. His ears and tail were real instead of accesories and instead of bell on his neck he had only a choker with word 'Marinette' written on it.

"My Purrincess! I come to save you!" He said in almost seductive tone.

"Chat Noir? What is the meaning of this?!" Chloe jumped in front of Marinette. "Do you know how expensive this windows are?! And look at you! Ridiculous. Utterly Ridiculous! What have you done to yourself?!"

"There is no Chat Noir here. I am Chat d'amour. And I came to save my Purrincess!"

Damian growled and went to grab his sword, but before he could do anything a staff hit him in the chest and pushed him into the wall. While normally the young vigilante would shrug this kind of damage off, this cat was actually strong like a lion.

"You! You stole my purrincess!" The akumatized hero purred aggressively. He walked to the Wayne heir who was trying to get from the ground but his body was still hurting. "You corrupted her. She never skipped classes before you came. Because of you she became friends with... with... With Chloe!" He finally shouted. "She is the walking Akuma factory!"

Damian spat into cat's face. Using the momentary distraction he dashed forward, ignoring the pain he felt in all his body parts and tackled him. "Run!" He shouted to the girls. Marinette was in too much shock and confusion to react, but Chloe grabbed the bluenette and dragged her out. They were already at the doors, but they couldn't open them. Chloe locked them to ensure nobody would eavesdrop on their talk. Before she managed to open them Cat's staff locked them.

"My Purrincess! I will not let them take you away!" Chat d'amour dashed forward and grabbed Marinette, only to then jump through the window and out into the city. Neither Chloe nor Damian could react in time.

Wayne wanted to leave, to call his brother, to do anything. He switched between trying to open the anti-breakin doors, calling his family, calling police and just striding around. At the same time Chloe managed to call her father and get him to send police after chat noir and already got her social media profile and all her followers to hunt for the cat. Damian just ended another unsuccessful call to his brother.

"I swear if the reason Drake's not picking up is because he is making out with Brown I will castrate him!" He got angry and kicked in the doors. Then second time. By the third time he cursed in arabic as excruciating pain filled his leg. Chloe grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him to the bed. She then looked at him expectantly. "You can't think I will touch anywhere near your bottom leg! Ridiculous! Utterly Ridiculous!"

"I don't have time for this! She is out there! With this idiot!" Another colorful string of curses left his mouth, this time a mix between French, Arabic, English, Mandarin and surprisingly Spanish.

"You are in no condition to help her lover boy and it would be best if you didn't kill yourself just doing that. The ambulance is already coming. Now since you can't move, care to explain what was that part about you and Dupain-Cheng being married?"

Damian paled. He read files of everyone in the class. Only two people who knew Mandarin were Adrien Agreste and Marinette herself. They considered it safe language as long as the blonde boy trouble was not present.

"Yes, I know Mandarin. I kept Adrikins company when he studied and he made me learn it to practice. Now spill. I'm not letting it go."

For a moment, Damian was considering letting Chloe go from the top of the hotel. It could look like an accident. He could tell them she slipped and fell through the open window. Nobody would doubt him. And everything would perfect. But he couldn't take away Marinette's last friend. As much as he disliked her, she had cathartic effect on his wife.Funny how in twenty-four hours of knowing her more closely he already accepted this fact... FOCUS WAYNE!

"I assume it would be prudent to try and dissuade you from pursuing this?"

"Spill." was her answer.

"Fine." It took him a short moment to form a plausible lie that would keep the girl off the track. "A month ago my mother kidnapped me. I recently turned fifteen which is marriage age where I grew up. I awoke tied in front of the altar with Marinette next to me."

"What! Ridiculous! That's utterly ridiculous. What mother does that to their ..." Then Chloe suddenly shut up. Her mother didn't even know her name. Maybe it was not as surprising as it should be, but she was shocked nonetheless.

"My mother is not a good person. She threatened that either we go forth with the ceremony or she will kill her."

"The two days..." Chloe put three and seven together to make a solid ten.

"tt. Yes."

"But forced marriage is illegal. And stupid. Utterly stupid. And you are both underage."

"Mother doesn't care about this things. Right now if either of us backs from the deal there will be many deaths."

"Just who the fuck is your mother?" Chloe shouted. ------------- Marinette was trying to escape the better part of the way, but Chat held her tight and if she actually succeeded, she would fall and risked serious injury. And here there would be no miracle cure to save her since there would be no next ladybug for quite some time.

Finally, they arrived at a rooftop with a picnic blanket and basket awaiting. Chat put Marinette on the ground near the wall, very carefully. "Voila!"

"Chat Noir. What in ladybug's name is this?!" She screamed at him.

"My purrincess! This is all for you! I made it. You are safe here. They will no longer corrupt you with their toxic purrsonalities. You can be all mine now!"

"What?!" the bluenette wanted to say... something, but her mind had hard time getting the idea that Chat got himself akumatized.

"They were giving you all the wrong ideas. You are not some bully. You are beautiful, smart and kind. The two of them just want to have you all for themselves.

"And you think that by doing this you saved me?!"

"Yes! And I think I earned a reward..." Chat leaned and tried to Kiss Marinette on the lips. The only thing he didn't account for was that her hands were free.

Marinette didn't hold back. She delivered a haymaker straight into Chat's nose. There was a crunching sound and the Akumatized hero stumbled back. Stream of red was going down to his lips, making them even more red. This punch would be enough to knock any normal person or probably even hero out cold, but the mixture of akuma and black cat miraculous caused the boy to just bleed profoundly.

"They turned you against me!" He screamed and pinned her hands on both sides of her head. There was madness in his eyes, amplified by akuma. "But a true love's kiss will heal you!" He slammed his bloody red lips onto her.

Marinette felt an excruciating pain in her chest. It was like her heart burned alive. She kicked Chat Noir right below the belt. He let go of her and stumbled back, this time falling onto the blanked an holding his manhood. Marinette also fell. A green light covered the general area of her heart.

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[moon-antics]

I saw requests were open and I’m just ZOOMING for Angsty Poe Content™️. On the prompt list may I please order 40 and 68 which a Solo!Reader who, after Han’s death has gone on super dangerous missions alone and both Leia and Poe are trying to stop her before she gets super hurt. But after an especially dangerous incident on a mission she’s even more injured like almost died injured, please and thank u! I hope that’s adequate!! 💙

reckless

authors note : did i get carried away with this? yep. was it worth it? Y E P. enjoy some angsty content!

character / ship : poe dameron x reader

prompt(s) : 40 – “don’t you dare!” + 68 – “you lied to me! why?” “i didn’t have any other choice”

summary : sometimes you need to look forward, not back

word count : 3214

warnings : poe swearing, but that shouldn’t be a warning let’s be honest

 Your mother, Leia, felt it when it happened. Her heart ached; her head spun. She knew he wouldn’t come back.

But you? You witnessed it, you stood upon the platform and watched as your brother drove his lightsaber into him. Finn had to hold you back, but your cries for your father wouldn’t stop. The tears streamed down your cheeks, you screamed when your brother let him fall.

“I HATE YOU!”

Ben, or Kylo, didn’t even look at you as you screamed and thrashed about. He didn’t care, not anymore. Deep down your screams did distract him, hence why Chewie was able to harm him with a well-aimed shot.

That was all the revenge any of you could get for the death of your father, Han Solo.

When you escaped from the Starkiller base, you didn’t know where to go, you didn’t know what to do. You had travelled with your father and his Co-Pilot for years, and now he was just.. gone.

You made the decision to go see your mother, you both needed each other now more than anything. But you were also in the need of another person’s company, Poe.

You often stayed at the Resistance bases they had in the past, working alongside your mother and all the other members when your father thought it was better for you to stay ‘out of his business’.

And that’s how you met him.

Poe played such a big role in your life, no matter if you thought about back then or now.

You first met when he was fresh out of training and still nervous before every new assignment he got. The way he got in and out of his X-Wing amazed you, the stories you heard about him made you admire him. And one day you even got the courage to talk to him.

Oh, how happy he was that you came up to him that day.

But as of now, you hadn’t seen each other in months because you were away with your father for so long, trying to finally track the Falcon down. You could never go on this ship again without feeling a certain pain in your chest.

So, when you arrived at the base, your mother was the first person you went to. And maker, you could sense her pain, she suffered. Seeing your mother so heartbroken made something in your brain switch, sadness was replaced with anger, the thirst for revenge.

“I’m going to make him pay for what he did, mother. I will avenge father..”

She knew how well you meant your words, but she feared you would slip down the same path as your brother. Anger shouldn’t fuel your actions, but as of this moment, you almost couldn’t feel anything else.

The only thing that made your feelings shift from anger to.. love, was seeing Poe again. He had heard what had happened, he could only imagine what you must feel right now.

“Love.. I’m so sorry..”, he said as he held you close that night, and the many nights following where all you could do was cry. Your heart ached, the tears on your cheeks had dried when you’d finally found the silent relieve of sleep washing over you.

For a few days, you clung onto Poe like he was all you had left. Your hand was locked around his, some part of your body had to touch his at all times. Otherwise he might just disappear, you feared.

But when the time came and the First Order attacked D’Qar, your feelings shifted, just like they did before.

“Are you sure you can do this baby?”, Poe asked you, both of you getting dressed in your flight suits. You grabbed your helmet as you turned to him, a determined looked plastered across your features. “More than ready.”

This risky move, which your mother had greatly disapproved of, and cost way too many life’s, was the start of an unhealthy habit for you.

Again, and again you had taken missions that even you had to admit, were dangerous. At first, you still agreed to go with a squadron. But soon, having the extra back-up made you feel trapped. You started going on missions alone, sometimes even disappearing for days without any sign of where you had gone being left behind.

Both Poe and your mother had feared for something like this to happen. You did come a lot after your father after all, the recklessness embedded deep in your bones. It just needed a reason to come out.

“You can’t keep doing this! What if you need me and I can’t help you?” Poe had started this discussion for the millionth time and you always gave him the same reaction; a roll of your eyes and an annoyed sigh. “I don’t need your help, I’m capable of fending for myself.” “But you can’t take out a whole fleet on your own! Not even I am that dumb!”

Poe’s concern only drifted against deaf ears; you had shut everyone who didn’t tell you where to go next out. Poe barely saw you anymore, neither did Leia. Only glimpses of you could be caught in the debriefing room or the hangar. He was frustrated, he didn’t know what to do anymore. He couldn’t convince you to stop being so reckless, he just wanted to keep you safe from your own actions at this point.

Another opportunity presented itself when BB-8 dashed into the communication center where he and Leia were currently located. Both of them looked at the droid, confused with his hurry. His rapid beeps didn’t make it any better.

“Slow down buddy. Who’s leaving?”, Poe kneeled down to his droid, laying one hand on his side to calm him down. BB-8 paused for a second before his beeping picked up again, more understandably this time. And when Poe understood what the droid was saying, he jumped up and sprinted out of the room.

You were going to leave alone, again.

No, not this time, not on his watch. “(Y/N)!!”, his voice boomed through the hangar, all eyes trained on him and the person he was addressing. “Get off that fucking X-Wing right now!” Oh, he was mad.

You turned your head to look at him, he was mad. His hands were balled into fists, his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. But what would he do? Drag you down?

You tilted your head at him, slightly questioning him with your eyes. The silence between you two killed him, he also knew what you were going to say next.

“No.”

Was there steam coming out of his ears? Possibly. As if he wasn’t there, you calmly put your helmet on and got in your seat, closing the cockpit above you, not sparing Poe another glance. His screams of “Don’t you dare!” only reached your ears as a muffled sound, so you pretended you didn’t hear.

Poe’s frustration tipped over the edge when you started the engine and took off, shooting off into the sky and out his reach. His hands found their way into his hair, tugging hard. He couldn’t believe it; how can someone be so stubborn?

Feeling something bump against his ankle, he looked down. BB-8 was looking up at him with his big eye, he could see his own reflection in it. He looked terrible. Stressing out about your actions took a toll on him. “It’s too late BB.. but thank you for trying.” The little droid trailed after his master as he left the hangar. Now he could only wait for you to return.

  Just like all the other times, you came back at night so no one would see you and give you those weird looks that you always get when you walk around the base at day. Everyone knew who you were and what you were up to, was that so bad?

Unfortunately for you, Poe had figured your routine out, he sat in the hangar every night until his eyes fell closed and fighting sleep was no longer an option. This night, he was lucky enough to be awoken by the lights of your X-Wing closing in. He got up from his seat, happiness and anger making him feel more awake than he actually was.

He crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently. He knew that you knew he was there. You also knew that hiding was impossible. So, you opened the cockpit and got out. Well, you fell since your legs couldn’t carry your weight anymore.

A silent gasp left Poe’s lips as he rushed to you, helping you back to your feet quickly. You turned your head away from him, your helmet hiding your face. “(Y/N).. at least look at me.” With a reluctant sigh, you did. He noticed the blood running from your nose and the bruises on your cheekbones instantly. “What happened..? (Y/N).. this is exactly why I don’t want you to go.. You’ll get yourself killed eventually.”

You swallowed and looked at the ground, concealing your shame from him. You didn’t want him to see you like this, because it shows him, he’s right. “I won’t get myself killed Poe..” “You won’t if you stop doing this.. Leia is worried about you, I am worried about you.” He walked you over to a crate where you sat down, taking your helmet off gently. “Don’t do this (Y/N).. Please, for me..”, he took your hand in his, squeezing it gently.

You hesitated, pondering over your answer for a moment.

“I won’t..” “Do you promise?” “Yes, I promise..”

  Despite your promise, just a few days later you sat in your X-Wing again, taking off without telling a soul where you went. But a sinking feeling settled into your stomach this time. You lied to him, you felt bad about it. You shook your head, punching in the coordinate’s and jumping to hyperspace in order to reach your destination.

When Poe heard about you leaving, his heart shattered. You promised him, was that worth nothing to you?

He gave up on you, truly. This time he promised himself not to get upset about it. You wouldn’t listen to him anyways and lying also seemed to come to you easily now?

Poe was working on his X-Wing mindlessly when Leia came up to him. “Poe, you need to hear this. Its urgent.” He followed her quick steps, concerned and curious about what she’d show him. They soon entered the communication center and gathered around the holo-table. Poe looked at Leia expectantly, waiting for her to replay the audio.

“This (Y/N) Solo of th- -sistance, requesting immedi- backup. I repea-“

This was you, your voice. Poe’s hands prepped on the table. “Where did this transmission come from?” “From the outer rim, sir. Exact location might-“ “We’re going in to help her. Black Squadron, get ready.”

Everything happened so quickly. After what felt like seconds, he found himself in his X-Wing with BB-8, ready to take off and go to you. You needed help, you asked for it. That meant you were in serious trouble. “Let’s go!” Everyone took off and went after your last known location.

 When the Squadron left hyperspace, they were greeted with the planet Bakura being surrounded by TIE-Fighters. “All right people, let’s give ‘em hell.”

Before they’d try locating you, they had to fight the scum of the galaxy to proceed safely. Thankfully, with the great skill of the squadron, it didn’t take long to defeat them all, only leaving pieces of junk flying through the empty space.

Your transmission was sent from the atmosphere of Bakura. This made fear settle in Poe’s bones, you must’ve gone down on the planet. The Squadron travelled closer to the planet, many craters and burning wrecks of TIE’s showing them they were right where they’re supposed to be. You did a good job on your own, but this time it seems that you were overpowered.

“There! It’s an X-Wing!” “It must be hers.” It was burning, buried in the mud of this planet from the impact of the crash. The vegetation didn’t make it easy for them to find a spot to land, but Poe would jump out of his ship if it meant he’d get to you.

They did find a place to land close to a lake, a few of the squadron staying up in the air in case of more First Order troops coming as backup.

Poe practically jumped out of his X-Wing as soon as it touched the ground, BB-8 struggled to keep up with his pace. He ran to the wreckage of your ship. Only one sentence repeated in his mind over and over. Please be alive. Please be alive.

When he came closer, he saw the cockpit was smashed, but empty. So, you must’ve been close. He walked around the area, carefully trudging around the pieces of your ship. “(Y/N)?!”, he yelled out your name repeatedly, growing more desperate each time. You weren’t dead, no.

As he walked away from your ship, deeper into the thick woods, a pained groan reached his ears. “(Y/N)??” He sprinted over to the sound, only to see you lying on the ground, desperately trying to get up. “(Y/N)..”, his voice softened, tears clouded his vision when he reached you, kneeling down next to you. His arms wrapped around you gently, but you squirmed against his grip. Everything just hurt, thumping at the same pace as your heart did.

Eventually, you relaxed into his grip, the warmth making you feel safe. “It’s me.. its Poe. Everything will be alright..”

Poe. He came for you? Even after you lied to his face?

You opened your eyes slightly, catching a glimpse of the tears running down his face. You grimaced at the sight of him, and the pain, you felt sorry for making him feel like this. It was your fault. Despite the state you were in, Poe couldn’t hold the question that’s been swimming around his mind back.

“You lied to me..why?”

You closed your eyes again; you couldn’t look at him. You were a coward, you realized that now.

“I didn’t have any other choice..I’m sorry..”

If you told him the truth, he would never have let you go on your own again, let alone give you the chance to try. A sudden wave of tiredness washed over you, your eyes drifted closed despite Poe’s please.

  Beeping, along the sound of people talking were the first things your senses picked up. You tried opening your eyes, the bright light of the room making you groan. Intense pain spread through your head as you closed your eyes again, with every move you made, your body ached more and more. What had happened? You remembered the TIE’s ganging up on you, you managed to shoot some down but there were just too many of them. Poe’s face flashed before your inner eye; he was there. He came to save you.

Excited beeps made you stop for a second. They sounded familiar.. BB-8? Your lips parted and you tried to speak, but only a strangled sound made its way out. His beeps increased, it sounded like he wanted to make someone aware that you were awake.

“Mh..? What?”, the sound of Poe speaking came from the same direction, tiredness lacing his voice. When BB-8 indicated that you were awake, he scrambled up from his seat immediately, standing by your side.

You forced your eyes open once again. And there he stood, next to your bed. He looked tired, has he slept since you came back?

His face softened when he saw your eyes open, his hand laying on your head gently, running his fingers through your hair. “(Y/N).. hey..”, his voice sounded like music to your ears, so soft, so caring.

“How are you feeling?”

That’s when everything finally came crashing down on you. Even after all your arguments, the way you treated him and what you did, how you lied to him, he still cared about you so deeply.

Your lip started to quiver, and you leaned into Poe’s touch. “Oh Poe..I’m so sorry..”, your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. He smiled softly, crouching down next to the bed so he was on eye-level with you.

His hand moved from your head to your cheek, he wiped away your tears with the back of his hand. Your head titled to the side so you could look at him, you expected him to be angry. He looked sad more than anything.

“It’s okay love.. I’m here for you..”, you nodded, closing your eyes as you quietly sobbed. Poe would’ve held you in his arms, but your injuries didn’t allow it. His touch felt so comforting against your bruised skin, you had almost forgotten what it felt like to be close to him.

No words were needed in this time, he knew you were sorry, and he was sure you had learned your lesson for good now. You didn’t know how long you two just sat like this, looking at each other without saying much, drinking in each other’s company after a long period of thirst.

Sadly, your moment was interrupted by the door of the med-bay opening. You two looked at who came in to see your mother standing there. Poe got up from his seat, reluctantly letting go of your hand to leave the room, you two had to talk alone.

“Mother..”, you spoke as she stepped closer to you, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Seeing you like this hurt Leia a lot, but she was happy you were alive, nonetheless. She stroked some of your hair out of your face, smiling gently at you, putting the nerves that had built up at ease.

“You don’t need to explain yourself (Y/N).. we all had different ways of coping and this was the way you took. You just have too much of your father in you..” The two of you chuckled sadly, she was right. The skills and attitude did come from your father.

“He’d be proud of you, I know that.” You nodded, silent tears sliding down your cheeks. “I know, mother.. I just miss him so much..” Your teeth dug into your lip, you didn’t want to start crying again. “We all do, we all do.. Now get some more rest okay? You need to heal..” You obliged and your eyes closed, sleep coming to you rather quickly.

Leia met Poe who was still standing outside when she left the room. He was leaning against the wall, head turning to his General when she stepped out.

“You take care of her, do you hear me?”, she pointed a finger at him to which he nodded.

“Of course, General, I always will.”

[letsperaltiago]

i don’t wanna miss you like the other girls do

#12: I can't stop thinking about you, #22: Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you and #28: I have never felt this way about anyone

or 

Jealous! Amy and brand new relationship-Peraltiago

Also: Do I need to make a statement saying that Amy obviously isn't the kind of person to think she owns anyone, but means it well and in an endearing way? There you go.

Enjoy!

Read here or on AO3 

It had all gone down in a spur of the moment-kind of moment that no one, even less Amy, had seen coming and honestly would’ve preferred to be without. It wasn’t really her place to say or do what she did, nor even as much as react upon it, alas… she did; she was in so deep with Jake Peralta and so she did it anyways.

Said moment had gone down during a weekend spent in Hartford, Connecticut, where the squad had attended a two day-seminar hosted by their brothers and sisters in the HPD.

Since the drive to Hartford was one of two hours, plus the seminar took place Saturday through Sunday, the squad had huddled together in two cars and were spending the entire weekend, Friday through Sunday, north of their respective homes in Brooklyn.

Immediately from the moment they arrived at the the hotel slash conference venue where the seminar was to be held everything seemed to set the scene for a pretty smooth, perhaps even fun, weekend where the squad would get to be entertained by other things that the wondering of why they weren’t at home on a weekend.

No one on the squad had any kind of expectations for the unknown city, except Holt who mentioned The Mark Twain House and Museum as a highly ranked point on his to be done-list, which meant their collective surprise upon exploring the city after checking into their rooms Friday afternoon was indeed positive enough for them to not hate the fact they were spending their weekend away from home doing work-related activities.

The very second the clock obnoxiously signalled 7 AM the following day, because not being home wasn’t an excuse, Amy Santiago was up and out of bed leaving Jake to regret, just for a tiny second, that he shared a room with his brand new paramour. It’d only been two weeks since coming to terms about “screw light and breezy”, and so far everything was smooth sailing although that morning was clearly an example of the two still figuring out this new dynamic of theirs.

“Ugh, can you stop being a decent person and get back in bed,” Jake groaned in pain when Amy without hesitance pulled aside the curtain to let in the bleak east coast-sun. If they’d been away on vacation in Mexico, even just as far as California, then maybe Jake would’ve accepted this. But there sure as hell was nothing less motivating than a sad barely there-sun hiding behind puffy clouds but still shining brightly enough to rip him out of his comfortable sleep. Especially when all there was to “look forward to”, quote Amy, was seminars; learning and powerpoint presentations that would haunt him in his next sleep.

“Stop whining and get up! The seminar starts at 8!” Amy hurried carelessly at him used to his many complaints of this childish nature. She didn’t let it take up too much of her time and had already moved on to grab clean clothes from her duffle bag to put on after her routine shower.

From where he had indeed not moved an inch Jake could hear the shower being turned on, door to the bathroom still open, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he was exhausted from staying up just a bit too late watching stupid videos on his phone then he would’ve attempted to sneak into the steaming water with Amy because he could do that now… Insane.

On the other side of the shower curtain Amy had expected the same. There was very good reason why she’d added the little detail of leaving the door open and hoped would lure him out of bed. To her disappointment she quickly noticed her so-called sneaky plan was in vain leaving but one last attempt up her sleeve.  

“Jake, the breakfast buffet closes at 7.30!” she called out momentarily turning off the shower to allow her to pick up on potential sounds which could indicate her victory.

Indeed the last attempt was the right one: seconds later she heard the sound of quick footsteps and the ruffling of what she guessed was clothing items before a messy-haired, baggy-eyed Jake stumbled into the bathroom stark naked and on the edge of out of breath. The way to a man’s heart really was through his stomach, Amy though to herself amused.

“Mind if I join in real quick?” he smiled sheepishly trying his best to hide exhaustion.

All complaints and opposing to her morning ritual went down the drain with shower water the moment Amy turned it back on and smiled through biting down on her bottom lip.

Santiago: 1 - Peralta: 0

—

Perhaps Amy had twisted the truth just a tiny bit to get him out of bed so early. Jake figured this out when they 20 minutes later walked downstairs and saw a sign announcing that the first part of the seminar wasn’t scheduled for 8, like Amy had said, but rather 9 and buffet as well only closed an hour later than Amy’s information had told him. Lucky for her he was so infatuated that he let her off the hook with a playful jab to her sides and a comment about how she probably didn’t even want to date him but was simply a double-agent sent to improve his habits and lifestyle. This in return earned him a very familiar by now laugh, roll of this eyes and smile-combo: a combo he’d never get tired of and already felt like getting an eternal subscription to.

The seminar was okay, he guessed; either that or watching Amy furiously yet impressively neatly take notes with the speed of light beside him was enough to make it feel so. He was convinced of the latter when she afterwards with the brightest smile on her face showed him all the knowledge she’d managed to boil down to a few neatly organised pages in her notebook. It felt dangerous so early on in whatever they would turn out to be, yet also so very natural that in his world nothing was greater than the sight of Amy Santiago smiling at him. A sight he’d quickly grown addicted to already years back although without coming to terms with it until some months prior.

“Are you sticking around for the Q & A?” Amy interrupted his wandering thoughts whilst getting a new page in her notebook ready as a few people started leaving their seats and the conference room.

“Nah,” Jake shook his head honestly knowing that it would be lying to both himself and her if he tried to act like he genuinely cared about sticking around for an additional 30 minutes of re-explaining what he’d already spent 2 hours zoning in and out of. “I think I’ll head to the lounge. I’m feeling snacky.”

“Of course,” Amy smiled shaking her head in an evident manner. “See you at lunch then?”

“Yup,” he got out of his seat before adding a “see you at lunch, nerd,” accompanied by one last teasing smile before joining Rosa on her walk towards the exit. The comment combined with his soft brown eyes and warm smile was enough to have Amy feeling like a puddle of mush in her seat. To know that said brown eyes and warm smile were… hers? It felt weird to say or even just think it since they hadn’t officially declared themselves boyfriend/girlfriend but definitely were something; something not light and breezy; perhaps solid was the appropriate antithesis to use?

No matter what - light, breezy, solid or whatever they could be defined as - when her eyes trained after Jake walking off for just tiny bit longer than intended, Amy definitely noticed how a group of four women, colleagues, she assumed, sitting on the other side of the middle isle between her and them where Jake was walking chatted and giggled as their eyes switched back and forth between each other and Amy’s favorite partner. In spite of the fact that she was en excellent lipreader Amy, to her curiosity’s dismay, couldn’t exactly tell what these women were saying or giggling about however two things were certain: one was that they were in one way or another very interested in Jake, even after he’d left the room, and two was that Amy didn’t like it. An uneasy tightness formed in her stomach telling her so and she for the following 30 minutes of a Q & A she had looked forward to couldn’t focus enough to take any actual notes. All she was left with post Q & A were mindless doodles on an otherwise blank page which was both a waste of paper and but even worse of no good use for her knowledge.

The second the seminar was officially completely over which was everyone’s cue to leave for lunch, Amy did her best, notebook and pencil case held tightly to her chest, in an attempt to get as close to the giggly group of women from before as the room’s population walked out of the room in one big stream. Completely forgetting that she was supposed to meet up with the Jake and the others for lunch she automatically followed the four women to the hotel bar where they settled down - and so of course so did Amy simply opting for a few seats further down in conjunction with ordering herself a soda as to not attract herself any suspicion or attention.

“Oh my gosh, Sydney, you have to figure out who that guy from the seminar was!”

This definitely caught Amy’s attention, both to her pleasing and bitterness: pleasing because she’d been right about her gut-feeling and bitterness because that guy was her guy. Not whoever this Sydney was.

“Yeah, he was pretty cute right?” Who Amy guessed was Sydney, a tall, beautiful blonde clad in a nice pantsuit, Amy had to admit, answered just as enthusiastically.

“Totally! And since he’s here, probably, also a cop,” the same friend who had started the conversation chimed in and Amy wished to God she’d just shut up rather than stuff her friend’s head with bad ideas like hitting on Amy’s own guy.

“I smell work place-romance, ladies,” a third friend giggled riling the other’s up along with her. To them it was all a joke, fun, some kind of competition of cat and mouse but Amy, at her respective end of the bar, was feeling herself starting to boil, more than she’d like to admit, at the thought of someone else taking away from her what she’d just struggled for so long to obtain. It was her cute cop-guy from the seminar; her work-place romance; her… whatever! And also what kind of dumb name was Sydney even? Jake and Sydney? So dumb.  

“I mean we are here for another entire day so I’ll have to make sure to run into him at some point. Tonight…” the tone of Sydney’s voice took on a sultry undertone that had Amy shuffling uncomfortably in her seat. “… wouldn’t be a bad time to run into him.” The smug smile on the blonde’s face had Amy feeling like punching it right off of her.

As if on cue, like timing couldn’t have been any worse, friend number four made her presence be known and squealed with excitement while pointing which of course immediately earned herself the three other’s full attention. “Girls! There he comes! Right there!”

Within seconds all four girls heads snapped to the side with wide hungry eyes reminding Amy of what a flock of vultures looked like prior to ripping apart an animal cadaver in a documentary she’d watched a few days ago.

Vulture-like or not, Amy’s head was included in this collective redirecting of focus and followed the direction in which the friend had pointed to.

And there he was indeed: Jake Peralta, clad in his navy blue long-sleeved NYPD-shirt and freshly cut hair with the tiniest hint at a beginning forehead curl, was walking into the lounge that very moment seemingly looking around for someone and also completely unaware of the people watching him as his entrance seems to unfold in slow-motion. Amy almost couldn’t blame the girls for drooling because the cocky detective looked really good walking into the room completely oblivious to the attention he’d brought upon himself.

“Damn… He looks even cuter than what I remembered. I have to give it a try, don’t I?” Sydney questioned, obviously rhetorically already knowing what she wanted as she almost drooled like an agitated Doberman.  

“I mean if you won’t, Sydney, then I will!” the friend who’d noticed Jake enter the room playfully challenged, and even though it was all fun and games to them, Amy felt like her seat was on fire making it almost impossible to stay passive and seated for much longer.

“Oh, hell no. Stay away from him. This one’s mine, Jasmin!”

There was no telling if the line had already been crossed multiple inappropriate remarks ago and she’d managed by the grace of God to stay seated or if this last comment was the one to exceed what Amy considered her very flexible limits. Either way, no matter what, the first one option or the other, this time Amy failed to bite her tongue. She threw a comment out into the open without thoroughly considering its consequences out in the open fora first thus letting the group, especially Sydney, know what was weighing on her mind.

“You've got a lot of nerve to call a complete stranger ‘yours’,” the borderline growl of a tone in which the words came out in had Amy feeling like another person: not one she specially liked. This person, or perhaps even primitive beast was a better way of describing this persona, rooted deep down in her apparently found it very necessary to protect what she already within two weeks had come to mark as her territory. Never before had she felt so green-eyed, so absolutely reckless. This being said her instincts were more vigilant than ever before and it virtually felt out of her hands.

In the meantime, while Amy was looking at her decision in retrospect yet not at all since she wasn’t doing anything to prevent any further complications, the women had turned in their seats to collectively shoot quizzical, annoyed looks resembling daggers with their eyes at Amy.

“Excuse me?” The blue-eyed blonde challenged Amy to take her statement back which roughly said only goaded her raven-haired opponent further down the warpath.

“I said: You've got a lot of nerve to call a complete stranger ‘yours’.”

Feeling herself so ice-cold, so sure about something partially dumb and actually really petty would normally have Amy back down right away but something deep inside of her, like a raging fire, had her stand her ground. Apparently that’s what Jake Peralta could bring out in certain people, both Amy and Sydney included, because the blonde was not backing down just, rather instead coolly took another shot at Amy in the hopes to have her back off.

“Why shouldn't I? It’s not like he’s everyone, right? I’m for sure not letting any of these girls run off with him,” she pointed to the her friends behind her, the switch from threatening Amy to mindlessly joking and giggling with her little girl-squad having Amy metaphorically slack-jawed. Luckily not physically: there was no way she was showing this bimbo any sign of weakness.

“Okay, well…” Amy had had it for good and all consideration of rationality was out the window. Crowded police seminar or not there was no way in hell this light haired pest with her greedy crystal blue eyes and three flippant followers were getting the last word.“…let me explain to you why how you shouldn't assume and make people your property. Especially when you don’t even know them.”

Yes, she was being a hypocrite saying this but she was actually Jake’s special someone and not just some stranger: she did have a say in this.

For a brief second Sydney seemed shocked and like she actually considered Amy’s bold statement, but it didn’t last and before long blondie was back in the game apparently not satisfied with the way things could be left off. They way things should be left off, if you asked Amy.

“Oh, so you’re his “girlfriend” or what?,” the tone of Sydney’s voice clearly implied she didn’t believe anything Amy said.

All the, not doubt per se since she knew she wanted to be with Jake and he with her, but perhaps the insecurities about what stage they were currently at melted and slipped away as water off a duck’s back. It didn’t matter what exactly they were when one thing, the most important fact, was sure: they liked each other and they were going… steady. They were each other’s, politically correct to say or not.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I am,” Amy’s voice and eyes drilled into Sydney’s with a kind of confidence she’d never felt before, perhaps something Jake had brought into her life along with himself.

In return it earned her a mocking scoff.

“Easy for you to say. He might as well be a random guy you’ve spotted in the crowd,” one of Sydney’s friends stepped in to help her friend in what Amy knew was a lost cause on their part.

“He could be a stranger,” Amy paused very briefly biting her lip as to refocus, hopefully managing to not say anything that could potentially make the pointless, stupid conversation even worse. This but also she still did want to make very clear that the random, cute cop walking into the lounge (who even knew where exactly he was at this point?) was hers.

“But he’s not: he’s my boyfriend.”

It was as Amy allowed herself a small halt to provide her lungs with fresh air, just in case Sydney felt like dragging out the discussion, when cute cop-guy very suddenly made his exact position  known. He was walking straight up to the bar and them displaying smiley lips and eyes plastered on Amy. All the women’s eyes - Amy, Sydney and friends - immediately forgot about their opponent to focus on newly reappeared target who obviously had no clue about the fact that he was walking into the belly of the beast when he made it to his destination next to Amy.

“Hey, Ames.”

He nonchalantly stretched out his right arm to place a hand on the bar behind her crating a point of support for him to lean his weight onto.

“You catching up with some old friends?”

Oh, sweet naive Jake, Amy thought but also lowkey melted as he very credulously sent Sydney and her friend’s a warm, welcoming smile wanting to make a good impression on who he believed were part of Amy’s social circle.

“Eh,” Amy smiled culpably knowing telling Jake the truth about the situation would be the epitome of an embarrassment so early on in this new relationship of theirs. “I was just making small-talk, I guess. You know… meeting new people - yay.”

She couldn’t have sounded any less awkward and enthusiastic, even if she tried. Jake, on his part, was either really openminded or had figured out there was a good reason as to why she acted like she did and didn’t want to dig deeper into it, settling for an understanding nod.

“Well, anyhow… I don’t mean to interrupt anything but you never showed up for lunch and so I just popped in to try and find you.”

Even head turned to look at Jake who was slightly behind her meaning she could only see Sydney out of the corner of her eye, Amy could tell her smug, confident look from before was faltering with every exchange of words between Jake and Amy though they were far from flirty or telling about their relationship in any way. And, yes, she could’ve left it at that, as undramatic at it had all managed to turn out but Amy, well aware of how petty it was, she knew, couldn’t help but want to conclusively knock in the nail of victory.  

“Aw,” Amy spun a quarter of a round on her barstool to face Jake behind her before affectionally placing a hand on his chest - both for the sake of the show but also because, wow, she could actually do that as she pleased now. Something she was still getting used to.

“That’s very sweet of you, babe,” the word in focus was always said in an affectionate tone but this specific context definitely had it over-enhanced and laced with extra sweetness to make her message very clear.

Then breaking her own no making out at work-rule, the only rule to have survived “screw light and breezy”, she couldn’t help herself and gave into the enraged possessiveness inside of her. She leaned in to place a soft, just a bit longer than a peck, kiss to Jake who automatically lightly bent his neck to eliminate the remaining space between their current height difference. The kiss was good, they always were with him, but it definitely had to send a signal that hopefully Sydney would pick up on: do not touch.

Amy, not wanting to break her own rule too much and give in to straight up inappropriate PDA, then pulled back to throw the women-squad a smirk over her shoulder as her hand never left the safety of Jake’s blue shirt.

“Anyways… I think we’re done here? Right, girls?”

To her immense pleasure Amy was met by a mixture of bitterness and surprise which had to mean she’d proven her point. Finally. Jake Peralta, officially boyfriend or not, was not to be considered anyone but hers - apart from being very much his own person as well.

In the meantime, slightly shocked but also far from displeased by Amy’s very out of blue-kiss, Jake stood passive by waiting for his partner’s upcoming directions. He didn’t have to wait for long because whoever these other women were, Amy was done with them and hopped off of her stool promptly grabbing his hand to walk away with. It took him a few feet of walking in silence before Jake could fully assemble and give meaning to everything that had just happened. He turned to question a still smug, also a bit guilty-looking, Amy.

“Okay, so are you going to tell me what all that was about?”

They kept walking out of the lounge and down one of the many halls of the hotel.

“Nothing.”

Jake was perhaps naive at times as he saw a lot of good in everything, which Amy loved, but he knew a guilty lip bite when he saw it and it was currently on full display on the raven haired beauty.  

“Hey,” he pulled her aside into one of the many small wall pockets leading to individual hotel rooms as he wished to seclude them in hopes of it easing her into telling him the truth. “What’s up with you?” he smiled knowingly taking some intensity out of the moment. It’s not like he was angry or anything, curious being a better word for it.

“Nothing,” she smiled sheepishly trying to hurry out of the secluded area but quickly realising she’d failed once she felt his hand wrap around her upper arm to gently pull her back in. Her back gently fell back against the wall before him forcing her to face him.  

He lightly tilted his head to the side much like a puppy would when feeling peculiar which was hard to resist when his eyes, soft and brown, had so much resemblance with a sweet puppy’s as well. She could tell he was teasing her, aware of the fact that he knew something she didn’t and it drew her insane in both the worst and best way - Jake Peralta summed up for you.

“Now I don’t believe that… girlfriend.”

In contrast to the playfulness controlling her body seconds ago Amy Santiago suddenly felt much more put on the spot, it clearly showing by the way her blood all at once seemed to fire up her cheeks. He’d overheard her talking to Sydney and the others; he’d heard her declare herself as his girlfriend when they hadn’t even agreed on calling each other that yet. The nervousness tricked her into making a loud swallow; yet another tell.

“Oh… y-you heard that?” She stuttered.

Jake nodded firmly almost encapsulating her against the wall when he took a step forwards, but made sure to leave just enough space for her to not feel straight up trapped against her will. A small smug smile on display. Why was he enjoying this? Didn’t he see that he was torturing her?

“I’m sorry - I really didn’t mean to. I know we’ve just barely begun seeing each other as more than friends, it’s just these girls were saying things about you and sometimes I just can't control myself when around you and then it just kind of-“

He cut off her rambling by pressing his lips to hers, much needed, gently pressing her up against the wall although. Only because they were hidden from the majority of the hotel’s population, Amy allowed and excused this - or so she told herself. The feeling of his welcoming lips made her forget the mess for a few seconds, just giving into how good of a kisser Jake Peralta was, and even for a few seconds after their lips parted again she was speechless and dumbfounded by how she’d gotten herself a guy this great.

“Stop apologising,” he chuckled quickly using his thumb to wipe the corner of his mouth which inevitably made him look that much hotter.

“I know we didn’t exactly “agree on it” and that it’s still all very new, like you said, but, Ames…” his eyes mellowed after looking just a tad too cocky and alluring before, during and right after the kiss. This was definitely a different shade of Jake looking into her eyes and talking: a very soft one. “… I don’t need a certain trial period or approval from anyone to know that I’m your boyfriend and you’re my girlfriend.”

Upon hearing these words coming from the one and only Jake Peralta with recipient being herself, Amy Santiago she felt her heart shoot through the roof, take a trip around the moon and fly straight back into her chest where it had her feeling like crying, smiling, screaming and laughing all at once: a very maniac-like but also wonderful feeling. The most wonderful as far as she could recall.

“And I’m not going to force you to tell me exactly what happened, but just based on the way your fists were basically clenched when I walked up to you, am I wrong to assume that they were, let’s say, treading on your territory…”

If she’d been blushing before then now her face was definitely on fire and looking down at her feet apparently didn’t help cover it at all. The silence was enough of an answer, one which he chuckled in reaction to.

“It’s okay, Ames. At least I came around before you could Jimmy Brogan them.”

At this sympathetic joke reminding her of a time that seemed to be so long ago she had to look back up. She couldn’t hold back a chuckle and it warmed her heart to share it with him just like when he shared his with her. All the previous insecurities: had she gone too far? Let her tongue run away with her? Given too much of herself too fast to something as brand new as her relationship with Jake? It had all been answered by a few simple words, caring eyes and a kiss that told her everything she needed to know.

“I just don’t want you to think I’m this crazy-jealous, possessive type. I’m normally not like this, I promise. I guess I have never felt this way about anyone before and maybe that’s why I’m acting up. Amy I crazy?” a tingling feeling of vulnerability made an encore.

“No, you’re not because I’m right here freaking out, in the best kind of way, because of what you just said. This is the first time I feel like this too, like I can’t stop thinking about you, and it’s scary and great all at once.” Jake was quick to wash away said vulnerability she was feeling and replaced it with a prickling affection and hope.

“So… no more feeling insecure about us?” he offered some kind of peace-offering, partly to her but mostly to their shared insecurities, trying to not come off as too gluttonous as he slid his hands onto her waist wanting to soak in a new feeling of belonging. A feeling he’d found in her.

“Deal,” Amy accepted the offering with a sheepish smile as her insides flipped upside down witch excitement. All she wanted was to be with this guy, fully and greatly, and this confrontation and mutual agreement would allow her to not give a damn about future external factors.  

“Noice. Smart,” escaped him in optimistic relief but before she could roll her eyes at it he leaned in to softly kiss her again. Being held by him, hands gently tracing the front pockets of her pants while his lips took her to another world, was something she could never deny him or herself - screw the rules. Lips collided over and over again, one tug bringing on the next until they lost sense of anything and were full on making out like a pair of horny high schoolers in-between classes. This is what they brought out in each other: happiness, fire, want and so many more things they’d both spent the last two weeks wondering how they’d lived without before.

Unfortunately their movie-like moment had to be cut somewhat short as people coming back from lunch started flooding the hall passing by their little intimate pocket in the wall. Amy liked Jake but she also liked staying professional and this Jake respected. They jumped back, creating an exaggerated amount of space between them before sending passing strangers innocent smiles as if they hadn’t just spent the last few minutes declaring feelings and making out at an interstate police seminar.

“So, Detective Santiago…” his voice took on a brand new tone of gravity - a tone she also recognised as acting. “Shall we head over for lunch?”

“I’m sorry to come bearing such bad news, Detective Peralta, but people are flooding the hall as per consequence of the fact that lunch is over,” Amy played along taking on a serious tone and posture.

“Aw, man… Seriously?” he whined childishly, his recent serious persona from seconds before immediately  forgotten.

“Sorry… boyfriend,” she smiled sheepishly in an attempt to cheer him up which she had to praise herself, as it obviously worked seeing his face instantly lit up.

“Whatever… It was worth losing lunch over, girlfriend.”

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These Are The Days Of Our Lives

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8

“The strength of a man isn't seen in the power of his arms. It's seen in the love with which he embraces you.”

The inside of the 7/11 seemed so different and cold, darker than she remembered and as she walked down the confectionary aisle, a horrible shiver ran through her whole body. The shelf was pushed over and the baskets filled with bloodied cotton pads in nappy bags and water bottles were to the side of the aisle so she could walk through easily. The red check blanket was in a ball on the floor, the bloodied sling that held Taron’s arm on the ground too. An uneasy silence filled the store and she bent down to pick up a torn white t-shirt holding at it in her hands. Still ripped down the middle and shaded red on one sleeve, spots of blood on the back too, Robyn recognised it as the t-shirt Taron was wearing when they first met, her own hands causing the rip down the centre of the material. She stood up and dropped the t-shirt to the ground, her head turning as she heard a noise, a light whimper.

“Hello?”

“Robyn?”

She would recognise the voice that spoke anywhere and it was quiet and full of pain and as Robyn rounded the corner, she stopped in her tracks with the sight that met her. On the ground, writhing in pain was Taron, his back fully arched, his hands shaking by his sides.

“Taron!”

Sliding on her knees over to him, her hands went to her mouth in shock as she took in his bloodied body.

“Robyn…” His voice was filled with hurt and distress and his back arched off the floor once more before his whole body flattened on the tiled floor. “Help me.”

She placed her hands on his bare chest, lifting them immediately and turning them around, Taron’s blood covering the palms of her hands. “Jesus Taron!” She put her hands back on his body wiping his skin, trying to see where all the blood was coming from.

“It hurts.” He whimpered.

Disturbed by the amount of red on his body, Robyn knew she needed to find something to help him. “I will be right back.”

“Don’t leave me!”

His voice screamed at her as she scrambled to her feet, tripping over the blanket on the ground, falling to her knees in her rush to get to the baskets. Her hands routed through the baskets and every bottle was empty and now there wasn’t a cotton pad to be found. “Fuck.” She cursed and got to her feet and turned around to grab the blanket but it was gone as was the white ripped t-shirt. Standing utterly confused, Robyn’s whole body froze as a heart-breaking cry came from Taron. She moved back to him, her hands going to his face, trying to stop him from trashing, from hurting himself. “Taron, Taron stop. Stop!”

“It hurts Robyn. Please make it stop.”

She moved her hands from his face back to his chest and ran her hands down his skin trying to find out where all the blood was coming from but there was just so much, his whole chest and stomach was covered in it. “I need to get something Taron to stop the bleeding, to see where you are hurt.” She went to move but he grabbed her hands and squeezed them so hard, he was hurting her

“Please don’t leave me!” He cried, green eyes filled with fear staring at her.

She pried her hands from his and stepping over him, ran around to where the fridges were and pulling open the glass door, a gasp left her lips when she saw that it was empty inside. With shaking hands, she pulled open the fridge door next to the opened one and again there was nothing inside, only empty shelves. Turning around her eyes scanned the shelves behind her and there was not one product to be seen. Bare metal shelves stared back at her and as she felt her heart thump harder in her chest, the agonised yell from Taron hurt her to the core and she ran back around to him where he was still physically shaking on the ground.

“Taron.” Her hands went back to his cheeks, his skin ice cold under her hands, his body convulsing violently, her hands leaving more bloodied prints on his face.

“Help me.” He sobbed, tears mixing with the blood on his cheeks.

Robyn took her hands from his face and pulled her t-shirt off and used it to try and wipe the blood from his body but every time she wiped at his chest, another stream of blood just pooled, dripping down his waist into the puddle he lay in.

“Shit Taron. I can’t…. I don’t know what to do! It won’t stop.”

As quick as flash Taron stopped shaking and his face lifted so fast to look at her, he must have hurt his neck and where before his voice was pained and sore, his tone was now firm and angry almost accusing. “You promised me you would always help me. You promised me you would always be there for me no matter what, always look after me. What a lie Robyn. I know you could never help me, that you never cared.”

“Taron…” Robyn pressed her two hands onto his stomach. “No…”

“You can’t help me. Useless piece of shit.”

“Taron!”

Sitting up in the bed, Robyn’s hands were shaking uncontrollably and she could feel the sweat dripping down her back, her heart beating wildly in her chest, her breathing hard and fast, so fast she found herself starting to panic. Tears rolled down her cheeks from the visions in her mind, the memories of her nightmare and she was really struggling to catch her breath. While she wrestled with her shaking body, an upsetting chill taking complete hold of her, something warm pressed against her back and she felt something strong slightly restrain her, holding her body tight and through the horrific haze of her nightmare, came a soothing soft voice.

“Shh shh Robyn it’s ok. Just a dream chicken, just a really bad dream.”

As he always did, when he shared a bed with Robyn, during his sleep Taron moved to lay on his right side, Robyn having already moved away from him so there was a natural space in the bed between them. He was always a deep sleeper, normally out for the count unless his alarm woke him or he naturally woke up because he knew he could sleep in but this time he woke when he felt something slap his shoulder and still half asleep, he reached to switch on his bedside lamp and then turned his head, his eyes opening wide when he saw Robyn trashing in her sleep, her whole-body trembling as she dreamt.

“Robyn…” Getting to his knees, he knelt right by her waist, so he could get his two hands onto her shoulders as she lay on her back, giving them a squeeze. “Robyn come on darling. Wake up for me.”

In the same way that her whole body gave in to the nightmare she had back in her home last year, Taron’s face watched as once again as she reacted to her dream, her beautiful face in a frown, her whole body shaking, his name coming from parted lips.

“Robyn, come on sweetheart. Wake up for me.” Taron moved to reach for her hands but just as her hand slapped his shoulder when he slept, in the same way her hand lifted and his cheek stung for a long moment as she struck him hard before he even got the chance to take her hand and he winced for a quick second, changing his mind on taking her hands, his going to her waist, soft bare heated skin meeting the palm of his hands. “Robyn, come on. Wake up for me.” His thumbs stroked the skin above her shorts. “Robyn, it’s a dream. I am right here.”

Her cry of his name was loud and quite frightening too was how she shot up from the bed, finally waking from her torment, her whole body still shaking, her hands trembling. He could see she was still caught up in whatever terrible trance she had experienced and without thinking moved so he was keeling behind her, his arms wrapping around her, using his strength to stop her lashing out again, his chin resting on her shoulder, his face in her neck, making sure he kept talking to her, whispering comforting words into her ear. “Shh chicken. It was just a dream.”

Robyn’s hands were still unsteady and it was a little bit of a struggle to bring her hands to her face as she felt something holding them down, but as she went to touch her face again, she found that this time she could, the hold on her arms easing. She wiped her eyes and then gripped those all too familiar arms around her tight. Once her head cleared the smallest bit, she instantly recognised the warmth behind her and that Taron was there and using that strength she knew he had to hold her to stop her from hurting herself.

“As long as you need, I am right here.”

It was the lightest of kisses she felt on her neck and she sank back into him, her breathing still quite hard, pulling his arms tighter around her so she felt completely encased by his upper body. It was a nightmare she hadn’t experienced in such a long time, that it shook her completely and when she wanted to close her eyes, she had to keep them open, focusing on the moles on Taron’s arms, to stop the imagines coming back to her but even though she kept her eyes open, she couldn’t stop her mind spinning and grabbing Taron’s hands, pulling them even tighter around her.

“Darling, I am not going anywhere. I am right here.”

Taron continued to hold her, not even attempting to ease his grip and it took Robyn a good twenty minutes before she took her hands from his arms. He ignored the slight pins and needles in his legs from kneeling in the same position for so long, only wanting to make sure she was ok. He felt her open his arms and turn around so she was keeling opposite him and took him in for a hug, her face burying into his neck.

“Thank you and I am so sorry.” She whispered hoarsely into his skin.

“Please tell me the dreams have all been like that.”

She shook her head. “Not at all. That was the first one of those since you stayed with me last year. I don’t know what brought it on.”

“Jesus Robyn, I can’t imagine.”

“I am sorry I scared you, again.”

“Robyn…” Taron sighed into her. “Want to talk about it?”

“You on the floor in the 7/11 covered in blood and I had nothing to help you. There was nothing on the shelves, nothing in the fridge and I pulled my t-shirt off to help wipe the blood and then it just came back.” She took a shaky breath. “You were in so much pain, screaming at me to help you and when I couldn’t…” Robyn trailed off.

Taron waited for her to finish her sentence. “Robyn? It’s ok. You can talk to me about it. I am not going anywhere.”

“When I couldn’t help you, you told me that I broke your promise, that I didn’t look after you, that I was a useless piece of shit.”

Taron knelt up to his full height and lifted Robyn off her knees as he hugged her tighter than he ever had remembered doing. “Let me tell you something Robyn Quinn, since the very moment that I met you, you have done nothing but look after me and before I even actually met you, you were looking after me. Don’t think for a minute that you have ever let me down or not been there for me because Jesus Robyn, I can’t even describe to you how safe I feel around you.” He let her go and finally got to look at her since she woke from her nightmare and her face was filled with worry and still that fear of her nightmare. “Don’t over think the dream. You are going to put it behind you as best as you can and I am here.” He grabbed her hand, pulled his top up and placed it firmly against his bare chest. “Right here in front of you. I will never not be here for you in the same way you are there for me.” Robyn nodded, her words failing her, her hand flat on his warm chest. “It is still less than a year. It’s raw and painful but together we get through it, as we always have and always will.”

She looked at him, her eyes wide still feeling a quite disturbed by her dream but slightly comforted by Taron. He was staring at her, his eyes so dark in colour, his chest heaving hard under her hand with the promise behind his words. She glanced over his face again and seeing a red mark on his left cheek, lifted her free hand to touch the redness. “What happened here?” She saw his eyes look to the side and she took her hand from under his top, her two hands going to his face to make him look at her. “What happened Taron? You didn’t have that mark going to sleep.” When he wouldn’t make eye contact, she dropped her hands and sat back on her heels. “Taron… Did I… Did I do that to you?” When he didn’t answer her but took the slightest of glances her way, her hands flew to her mouth.

“You were asleep. You didn’t know what you were doing.”

“Oh my God Taron!” Robyn felt tears in her eyes. “I am so so sorry!”

“Hey none of that now.” He took her hands and gave them a squeeze. “It will be gone by the morning and you didn’t do it on purpose. I should have known better to get too close so to you as you were trashing in your sleep.”

Feeling completely deflated Robyn hung her head. Not only had she had an unsettling dream, she had hit Taron and her wonderful day was ending in tears. “I am so sorry.” She lifted her face an inch when his fingers tilted her chin and she reached up to drag her finger down his cheek, the bright red mark so obvious on his skin.

“It will be gone by the morning Robyn. Come here to me.” Taron moved, very glad to get off his knees and lay back against his pillows, opening his arms up for her, stretching his legs out in front of him. “Robyn come here.”

Very slowly, she crawled towards him and turned around, lying beside him, letting him drape his arm around her left shoulder.

“I don’t know if I can sleep Taron.”

“You don’t have to sleep. I wouldn’t even expect you to sleep. I just want you to lay here with me.” He stretched to turn off the light but stopped when he heard Robyn call his name, looking to her his hand hovering near the light.

“Please don’t turn it off. I don’t want to be in the dark.”

“Sure. Of course. We can leave the light on. You want to get under the duvet?”

Robyn shook her head. “I am roasting.”

Taron nodded. “TV?”

“No thanks. Can I just lay here with you?”

“Of course.”

She had no idea what the time was and was absolutely drained but could not think about sleeping but feeling overly hot and shook, needed the warmth from Taron, the unspoken comfort. Thoroughly rattled and still feeling a shake to her hands, Robyn buried them under her arms and leaned her head onto Taron’s shoulder. She couldn’t close her eyes and just sat staring at the curtains opposite her.

Taron had seen Robyn close up with him before, seen her revert back into herself, feel her freeze but it was the first time she had lain with him and not wrapped her arm around his waist or snuggle into him, instead choosing to just about lay her head on his shoulder. He could see she was really spooked by her dream and was very worried about her and a dreadful thought filled his head suddenly.

“Robyn?”

“Hmm.”

“Is being with me triggering your dreams?”

“I don’t think so.” She answered his question honestly. “I have spent a lot of time with you and never had a dream like that before.” She felt the sigh of relief from him, “It was something that was already happening, maybe not as severe as that one but I was waking up as night.”

“What can I do to help you?” He asked quietly.

“Just be you.”

“That doesn’t seem to be helping.”

“Believe me it is Taron. You have no idea what your friendship has done for me over the past few months and the dreams were bound to happen again as we get closer to August.”

“I want to be able to be able to help you the same way that you help me.”

Robyn could hear the slight desperation in his voice and she untucked her left arm and wrapped it around his waist. “I wish I could explain it better to you Taron but I am so emotionally tired at the moment that please just believe me when I say that you do more than you realise.” She moved her head a little further down his shoulder. “Can we just not talk about it for the moment.”

“Sure. Whatever you need.”

Her whole body shivered and she moved her hand from Taron’s body so she could pull the sleeves of her top down over her hands to keep the chill away, tucking her hands once again under her arms. She kept her head on his shoulder and was glad that Taron could read her and understand that at the moment she was just not ready for their usual cuddle and just rested his left hand on her shoulder. She felt the kiss he placed on her head and she moved a little bit closer to him so their bare legs were touching. She hoped he knew how much she appreciated his silent comfort and the little touch of his hand at the moment was all she could take, all she needed and she lay against him with her eyes open, listening to his beating heart, feeling his chest move as he breathed, watching as his movements slowed as he fell asleep. She could feel his head bobbing against hers and every time he lifted his head, trying to fight his sleep, waking himself from his slumber, his chin met his chest again and eventually it stayed there and Robyn lay still, making sure he was definitely asleep before she even thought about moving.

She knew she wouldn’t sleep, not even with Taron beside her and that was something she always wished for when she woke up from a bad dream but this time her dream was so much more vivid and different from any other and not being able to help him, hurt her and affected her in way it had never done before and being close to him hadn’t helped her in the way she had expected it too. His heat, though comforting in the beginning, was stifling now and she had already been feeling boiling when she suddenly woke so eased herself from under his arm, settling it against his side carefully, ensuring he didn’t wake. Her worries about him waking were not needed and he slept on, not a sound to be heard except his deep breathing.

Robyn left his bedroom and headed straight to the closet beside his front door, opening it and fumbling through his coats until she found the one he was wearing that afternoon. She routed in his pockets and as she thought she would, found his door key deep in the right pocket. Holding it tight in her hand, she opened the front door and closed it quietly behind her. She needed some air, some clear cold and fresh air and the only place she was going to get that was outside. In just her shorts and long-sleeved top, she took the door for the stairs and jogged down the steps in her bare feet, the thought of getting her shoes never even crossing her mind and having already made her way down five flights of stairs, she wasn’t going back up.

The first gulp of air was glorious and immediately her fuzzy head cleared and she inhaled the night air and took many deep concentrated breathes. It was something she had been desperate for as she waited for Taron to fall sleep and didn’t want to suggest to him a late-night stroll because she knew what his answer would be but she needed the air despite the fact it was so late. She took a look to her watch and sighed.

“Or too early in the morning.” The clock face on her watch read four fifty-eight in the morning. “Another sleepless night.” She sighed to herself, bringing her hands to her face to rub very tired eyes.  

She walked away from the door to his apartment block, heading towards the main gates, moving towards the rising sun of the early morning. Where she thought being with Taron when she had a horrible dream would help her, it seemed to have had the opposite effect and being beside him only left her unsettled. She had never had such a gory dream about him and where before she had tried to save him, done something to help him, this time she found herself at a complete loss, leaving him bleeding and it was his words, his reaction to her helplessness that had wounded her the most. Robyn knew Taron himself would never speak to her in such a way or ever accuse her of not trying to help him but it didn’t lessen the hurt she felt. She knew her feelings for Taron were changing, that she was becoming very attached to him, always thinking about him and always worried about him so being unable to help him was not only part of her dream but her reality too. It was always in the back of her mind that she might not have been able to help Taron all those months ago, that he could have died in her arms and although she was the number one preacher about how they shouldn’t think about that fact, it was one that was always with her and her nightmare seemed to be an insight to the deep inner workings of her mind.

Rattled and still broken by the images in her mind, Robyn walked in circles around the tarmac in front of the gates, trying to sort her thoughts out, to make some sense of her dream, to understand that it was only a dream.

Closing her eyes and deeply inhaling again, Robyn shook her head and tried to change her whole thought process, using her own advice that she gave out so freely. It was just a dream, granted a disturbing dream but still a dream. Taron was alive and well and sleeping upstairs and had given her the best birthday she could ever remember having as a grown adult. Full of surprises and thoughtful gifts, Robyn only wanted to concentrate on the nice things from the weekend, the beautiful bracelet that was on her wrist, the Care Bear that sat on the spare bed and the best two naps she could have taken. Taron had treated her like a princess, given her attention she had never really known from a man and she was so saddened by how in the space of a few minutes, it had been ruined so easily and then there was the fact that she had struck him hard as she fought against her nightmare and had left a visible mark on his beautiful face. Even though she had been asleep when it happened, she was still so ashamed of her actions, hating the fact that she had rose a hand to him.

“Miss Quinn?”

She turned, the light call of her name making her jump a little. “Ben.” She knew she was safe behind the coded gates, Taron’s apartment in a very private and guarded complex but she was surprised to see the security guard coming out of his box and walking towards her so early in the morning.

“Little late or should I say early for a walk?” He came to stand beside her.

“Just watching the sunrise.” She replied.

“In circles?” Ben gave her a half smile.

“Only way to do it.” She returned a small smile of her own, wrapping her arms around herself a little. “You catching the sunrise too?”

“Something like that.”

“You work nights?” She asked him. “I didn’t think that was needed at a gated complex.”

Ben chuckled a little. “Taron is just one of many celebrities who live here.” Ben used air quotation marks at the word celebrities. “The security is peace of mind for them.”

“I saw you earlier yesterday though. Surely your shift isn’t twenty-four hours.”

Ben shook his head. “I am working a few extra for one of the other guards. I finish at six. There are a few of us who do shift work here but so far you have only met me.”

“Well, I feel a little privileged.” Robyn winked.

“I am the best one!” Ben replied with a laugh and only then noticed her bare feet, seeing her look of guilt on her pretty but very tired features.  “Probably best if you head back up to Taron’s though. If he wakes up and sees you are not there, he will be very worried.”

Robyn nodded and went to walk away but turned back, calling the security guards name as he headed back to his little hut. “Hey Ben?”

“Yes Miss Quinn?”

“Taron doesn’t need to know about my early morning walk to see the sunrise.”

Ben laughed a little. “I saw nothing.” Robyn gave him a smile and turned back when he called her name. “Thanks for the little cakes.”

“You are welcome. Only the best for my favourite security guard.”

With a light grin, she headed back to the door and walked towards the lifts. She told herself she was going to try and stay positive, put the dream behind her and lean on Taron as he had asked, making sure to give him the explanation he deserved after her few words during the night and apologise once more for hitting him.

Letting herself back into his flat, the heat of the room hit her full force after the cool air from outside and even though it was an open plan living area, it was still quite stifling inside. She left the key on the island and slowly walked to the bedroom and Taron was just as she left him, asleep sitting up though he had slipped down a little on the bed. He didn’t look uncomfortable and she wasn’t quite ready to try to sleep, so grabbed her phone and made her way back to his couch, sitting down but thinking for a second, stood back up and quietly went back into the bedroom.

She made her way around to Taron’s side of the bed and picked up the green dinosaur which had ended up on the floor during the night. She dropped it on the end of the bed, moved back to Taron and stretching over to him, kissed his forehead. She knew he had said that his room got warm during the Summer months and without thinking she very lightly placed her hand on his leg above his knee, feeling a very light chill to his skin, not as warm as she thought he was going to be. She moved out of his bedroom and into the spare room and after clearing the bed of her presents, pulled the white and blue check duvet off and carried it back into Taron’s room. With a slight struggle, trying her best not to wake him, eventually Robyn got the duvet over the lower half of his body, keeping his legs covered and warm. She kissed his head once more, feeling a little smile on her lips as he sighed in his sleep, his whole body moving down some so he was leaning more comfortably on the pillow behind his back.

She stood for a few minutes, wanting to make sure he was settled, chancing to run her index finger down the middle of his forehead and nose. She could feel her nerves settle as she watched him sleep and her cleared head could feel even more thankful for him and his actions to keep her from hurting herself as she dreamt, his strong arms around her until she came back to her senses. She knew for certain that she owed him a very squishy hug when he woke up.

She turned away from him and picked up the dinosaur and carried it back to the couch, sitting in the corner, cuddling the soft plush. Seeing her blouse on the dinosaur’s body made the first full smile in a few hours appear in her face. It had been one of her favourite blouses but she was very happy to leave it with Taron and thought it a fair exchange for his wonderfully cosy black jumper he had given her in Paris. Cuddling cwtch was a daily occurrence for her and giving draíocht a good squeeze, it was like she was hugging her own dinosaur, though she missed the faint smell of aftershave she always got from the blue plush, contemplating going to get her present of Taron’s aftershave but decided that was just a little obsessive with how he smelt, even though it was one of her most favourite scents at the moment.

Robyn was still feeling very warm, even after her stroll outside and wondered if Taron had his heating on full blast because she normally was always a little colder but her skin under her top was on fire. Needling to cool down again, she put the plush on the couch to her left and pulled her long-sleeve top off, throwing it to the side, picking up the dinosaur again. Taron was sleeping and with his overly busy week, Robyn was sure he wouldn’t wake up and walk in on her sitting down in just her bra and shorts and hugged the plush tight, the fur nice and soft against her bare skin. She stretched forward and reached for her phone, sitting back into the corner of the couch, tucking her legs under her, getting as comfortable as she sat and she immediately went to her favourite video of Taron. Knowing the person in her video was out for the count, after she watched her special video four times, she turned to her music app and went straight for the Rocketman soundtrack. She allowed her eyes to close, soothed by the music, finally feeling calm enough to do so though still a little nervous of what images could flash through her mind. Focusing on Taron’s voice, she used the songs which had such wonderful memories for her, to keep her mind in peace and her nightmares away, the music helping to further sort her thoughts out, to help her figure out what words she wanted to Taron in the next few hours.

It was a long stretch and groan that left his body as he woke up and Taron’s eyes opened suddenly looking to his left, a lump in his throat when he saw that Robyn wasn’t beside him.

“Fuck.” He cursed, his stomach doing a horrible anxious flip. He had wanted to stay awake, to watch over her, to be there for her if she needed him and he ended up asleep. Long days and a tough script always left him tired but he was so frustrated with himself for giving into his fatigue when Robyn’s need was so much more than his at the moment.

“Robyn.” A wave of panic filled him when he looked once more to the empty bed beside him and he moved quickly to get out of his bed when he saw that his legs had been covered in the duvet from his spare room. Sighing his kicked the duvet back. Even when she was struggling, Robyn still managed to do something for him, to look after him without question. He got to his feet and could feel a very nervous sensation settling low in his stomach as he quickly walked out of his bedroom. Thinking he might have seen her in the kitchen, his face fell when she wasn’t there and as he walked around the island, his eyes caught the key on the marble countertop and then they followed the way to the front door. It was the one he had left in his coat pocket after they came back from afternoon tea and he had no idea that Robyn had known he had left one there. She never missed anything and he felt his whole body tense up as some awful thoughts ran through his head about where she could have gone, especially when she had a found key to his apartment but seemly left it behind her. Wandering around London at night was no place for a young woman, especially one on edge.

“Shit!” He was mentally scolding himself. It was his chance to be the one to watch over her and he had left her alone and it just looked like she had left him alone. London was such a large city and he knew it was one of Robyn’s favourite places in the world and she could be anywhere. He got to his closet as fast as he could and pulled open the door, taking out a pair of Nike runners and reefing them onto his bare feet, a green jacket the first to his hands which he roughly shoved his arms into. He prayed Ben had seen something, spoke to Robyn and she hadn’t gone for a wander. He had his hand on the door handle when he remembered he didn’t have his phone and turned to head back to his bedroom, his hands running his over his head and down his face when sudden relief flooded him as he saw her on the couch.

“Robyn…”

Letting his whole body relax, his panic creeping out of him, he let his coat drop from his arms onto the floor and he walked over to where she was laying on the couch on her right side facing the soft cushioned couch, her back to him, her knees tucked up a little, right near the corner of his sofa. He sat on the edge of the coffee table and sighed. Dressed in her shorts and sports bra, he could only image how cold she could have been, knowing she always had a chill to her skin but then as they lay together, their legs touching, he could feel the heat coming from her, so when he really thought about it, he wasn’t so surprised to see her wearing so little and with some guilt, he automatically found himself licking his lips, biting his lower one a little, as he fully took in her lack of clothes and gorgeous womanly figure.

“Taron, just stop it.” He scolded himself severely, trying to ignore how his Robyn lay with so much skin on show and concentrated on the fact that last night she was truly tormented by her nightmare, so thankful she hadn’t actually left his apartment but slightly concerned she had left him when lately, she would crave a cuddle or a comfort from him when she was upset and he was so willing to give her whatever she needed last night and all she wanted was to lay her head on his shoulder. He was sure it was because she had been so upset because of not being able to save him in her nightmare, finding it difficult to let go of her old ways of retreating into herself and he did not want to push her at all.

He looked past her lack of dress and turned his attention to her upper body and saw that she held his green dinosaur close to her chest, her left arm wrapped around the green fur, hugging it securely to her, the dinosaurs head tucked under her chin. Her face was resting on her right palm and on the cushion in front of her face, her phone. She was asleep and peacefully so and he stood up so he could take her phone, easing himself back on the coffee table. He knew the code to her phone and once unlocked was met with a picture of his face on the Rocketman poster. He couldn’t help but smile, his head shaking a little. Of course she had been listening to that particular soundtrack, having admitted to him many times that she enjoyed the tone and sound of his voice. Putting pieces of last night together, Taron was guessing that Robyn hadn’t wanted to sleep and then took to the couch to listen to music to distract herself, but her own exhaustion had taken hold and she fell asleep, cuddling his green dinosaur too.

Relieved she was safe; he placed her phone to the side and then was able to take in the way that she lay on the couch in only a pair of shorts and black sports bra. Although still worried about her, his had to let his eyes have their little roam and he knew it was wrong considering the circumstances as to why she was sleeping on his couch but it was so easy to look, more soft skin then he had seen before on show. He had seen her back before and her shoulders, her strong legs too but all of it together in one go was so different and a little bit of him didn’t feel guilty at all for looking. Robyn had seen him in very little clothes too so thought it was fair game for him to do the same though if he wanted to be honest with himself, he would have given anything to have been able to cuddle Robyn as she lay right now, taking the place of the plush in her arms.

As his eyes wandered, they caught something he hadn’t seen before and he got to his knees, so he was right beside her and placed his left hand on her hip, kneeling to his full height so he could get a better at look at what he could now see was a tattoo starting on the inside of her left ribs which continued in along her body in a straight line, some of it hidden by the waistband of her bra. Completely taken back by his sudden discovery, he was desperate for a closer look and inched nearer to her. She lay snuggly on her right side and as her left arm hugged the dinosaur she helped him win at the beach in Ireland, it wasn’t blocking his view of her bare side and he was surprised he hadn’t noticed the worded tattoo before especially with the dress she had worn at his premier or even with how he had taken the dress off her that same night but then it wasn’t really a place on her body he had ever gotten the chance to see before, the start of the writing an inch or two in on her skin. Smooth and clear writing, the font was plain and simple with no shading and Taron could only see two and a half words as the rest was hidden by her clothes.

Not even thinking twice, he moved his left hand from her hip and with the lightest of touches with the index finger of his left hand, traced over the two words he could see and figured it was written in Irish, not understanding the words at all and he was so surprised by it. He knew she had piercings but just had never expected a tattoo on her body. Resting his hand flat on her side, he could feel her deep and steady breathing, the heat from her skin and understood a little better why she had slept with so little clothes on. He moved his right hand to very gently brushed some fallen hair away from her face and bringing his head closer to her bare left shoulder, placed a light kiss on the visible scar and then left his lips on her shoulder itself, leaving a long and loving kiss behind.

Lifting his head, he turned his wrist to check the time on his watch. Just before nine, Taron felt like it was later and even though he knew his sleep hadn’t been perfect, he was sure Robyn’s had been nothing but stressful and perhaps a little frightening. He got to his feet and went to the spare room. He could see where she had placed all of her gifts from him on the floor so she could pull the duvet from the bed to make sure he was warm. Still blown away by her thoughtfulness and need to care for him when she was battling with her own troubles, he opened up the wardrobe and pulled out a fresh clean sheet from the shelf inside. He fluffed it open as he walked back to Robyn and very delicately covered her legs and upper body with it. She didn’t feel cold but figured she hadn’t intended to fall asleep, hoping to stay awake and be awake before him so knew she would appreciate the cover the sheet gave her, wanting her to feel comfortable and not so open for his eyes to see when she woke, making sure he didn’t let slip he had sat staring at her for a while.

Not wanting to stray too far from her, Taron took a quick visit to the bathroom to freshen up, changing into a clean pair of shorts and t-shirt and once back in the kitchen, made himself a cup of coffee. He had brought his phone with him and hoovered over his mam’s number. He knew what his mam would say if he rang her for advice. She would tell him to give Robyn her space and to trust that she would talk to him when she was ready but he was so aware that she was due to fly back to Ireland that evening and he just didn’t feel right letting her go after her horrific night. Their time together over the last few months had built a very strong and trusting relationship and he knew she was a different person to the Robyn who had went through these nightmares before but he just wasn’t comfortable letting her go home just yet.

Scrolling up from his mother’s number, he called his publicist instead.

“Taron, what do I owe the pleasure of this call? You weren’t seen last night at the concert, were you?”

“No no nothing like that.”

“What’s up Taron?”

“I need you do to me a huge favour.”

[blazehedgehog]

Sorry to ask this, but what are your thoughts on Dunky's "I'm Done Making Good Videos" with regards to content you aspire to author vs what the average joe actually searches for

I don’t know if I’m the best person to be asking this, really.

Let’s get fully inside baseball here. Let’s pull the curtain all the way back. Actually, let’s burn down the curtain. I’m going to overshare like hell right now. Get ready for the most stream-of-consciousness rambling ever, because a lot of this has been boiling in my head and dying to get out.

For the entirety of my Youtube channel, I’ve pretty much only ever done what I want to do. Very rarely do I chase trends, or do what’s hot, or even do what people want me to do. I do whatever I feel like doing.

I have paid the price for that. My Youtube channel is 15 years old as of this year, and only now am I slowly inching towards 25,000 subscribers. I am incredibly inconsistent. What’s my channel post? Well, a couple times a year, maybe I put together an edited essay/review for a game. But I also sometimes post random, unedited, uncommentated gameplay footage. Maybe it’s a fan game, maybe it’s a gameplay demo, maybe it’s Fortnite. Sometimes, I also post remastered video game music. Every Halloween, I dump a bunch of one-off horror Let’s Plays on to my channel. And then, there’s the podcast.

I know exactly what my problems are. I don’t specialize enough, and I don’t put content out fast enough. Because most Youtube channels are, like, “shows”, right. The Did You Know Gaming show. The Markiplier show. The Angry Video Game Nerd show. And you can point at those and say exactly what they are in two sentences or less.

Did You Know Gaming specializes in informative videos uncovering obscure facts you might not know about popular video games.

Markiplier is a Youtuber that does Let’s Play videos for video games, primarily horror games, but he also focuses on general comedy skits and things of that nature.

The Angry Video Game Nerd is about one guy’s over the top reactions to bad video games.

What does BlazeHedgehog do? Well, he does a lot of Sonic fan content, but sometimes he does horror let’s plays, and sometimes he does multiplayer compilation videos sort of like Criken, but he also does music, and sometimes he makes video games and puts out videos of that, and in general he’s really low energy and sometimes there will be three or four weeks between uploads. Also he sounds like Booger from Revenge of the Nerds Snot from Family Guy (apparently).

If you come to my channel for something specific, you have to put up with everything else I upload. I could start separate channels for that content, but the barrier to entry on Youtube is so massive now that I would effectively sending those channels to their death. Videos that get 200-500 views on my main channel would get 10 views or less if they were on their own self-contained alt-channel.

So I languish. I struggle. I suffer. Youtube shows me red down arrows to tell me just how much worse I’m doing now than my last flash-in-the-pan success.

I’ve tried to chase success. It just makes me sad. I have a sense of humor, but I don’t think I can make “funny videos” like some people can. My Sonic 06 glitch video did gangbusters ten years ago, but I don’t often like kicking games when they’re down. It was a struggle to make that Sonic Boom glitch montage and that’s the reason I never followed through with Part 2 like I said I would.

My only wish is that people appreciate honesty. My Youtube channel might be a scattered mess, but that’s who I am. And more than anything, I think that’s what Dunkey’s video was about. His whole joke was about switching from thoughtful or funny videos to becoming a content farm for whatever is currently popular.

I’ve brought it up a few times here and there over the last few months, but I’ve had several brushes with the Fortnite side of Youtube recently. And there are so many dudes over there who are what I would generously call “grifters.” I follow Hypex on Twitter and routinely check Firemonkey and ShiinaBR because they datamine future Fortnite updates and often have the scoop days, weeks or sometimes months in advance.

Near the end of season 3, all three of them mentioned they had datamined “the next season” but wouldn’t say what it was because they didn’t want to spoil what was coming (the marvel season). They mentioned there were “others out there” that were spoiling things, but wouldn’t say who. I wanted to spoil myself, so I turned to Youtube.

And Youtube was a nightmare. Over and over and over, I would encounter tons of people downright thriving on the same grift. It’s an open secret that Youtube prioritizes longer videos, so if your video is under ten minutes (or I think now 8 minutes), the algorithm isn’t going to be as nice to you and won’t promote your video as well, and you aren’t going to get as much advertising money because fewer people are going to sit through a video advertisement that’s a quarter of your video’s entire length. Longer videos are more profitable for Youtube, and by extension, for the user uploading them.

So it was video after video of these guys making big bold claims about how they had all the answers on what the next season of Fortnite was, and you’re thinking, “oh wow, it’s a 17 minute video, they’re going to spoil everything!”

You load the video up and it’s some guy in his streamer man cave, he’s got his webcam on, and he loads in to a match of Fortnite with his squad. Keep in mind, this video was pitched as a news report of sorts, a big spoiling of future content... and it’s just a guy playing Fortnite with a crew. In the few seconds between matches as he queues for the next one, he stops to deliver a single shred of information, most of which start with “Hypex said...”

The one thing you came to this video for and it’s scattered like breadcrumbs across a 17 minute video of a guy just playing normal matches Fortnite to fill time. It’s not information they acquired for themselves, they all just regurgitate what Hypex said, or what other channels reported Hypex saying. 17 minutes of padding for scraps of second-hand leaks. And I found dozens of these channels, all repeating the same format, all repeating the same specks of leaked information, and all of them had 150,000 to 200,000 views on each of their videos in less than 24 hours. That’s hundreds of dollars per video on a format to scam the system.

But that’s a content farm. Those dudes are vultures. I have a hard time believing their hearts are really in it. I know it’s not a term that’s really in vogue anymore, but I see that as “selling out.” They know what they are doing and it’s to make money, not to make a community better. I mean, one of those videos was a guy who was reading Marvel comic hero profiles off of Wikipedia because it sounded like he literally did not know who guys like Iron Man, Thor and Wolverine even were. How are you in touch enough with pop culture that you’re cranking out factory-fresh Fortnite content for Youtube but you don’t know who Thor is? Answer: because you don’t really care and you’re in it for the money. Gotta hit that 15 minute threshold and put in six mid-roll ad breaks.

I could be that guy. That’s kind of what I was hoping “This Kinda Sucks” would turn in to, which would be sort of a rant video series like The Jimquisition or something. But I did not have the interest or energy to keep that up. So you get a playlist with two videos on it.

I’m sure Dunkey was just funnin’ around. Dude has 6 million subscribers. But for me, like... what he said in the video is mostly true. Following your heart and making thoughtful content you are personally interested in won’t pay the bills. I mean, as I predicted, that Jurassic Park video launched to the sound of crickets chirping. My most hardcore fans and a few curious onlookers checked it out but that was it. I’ve been working on that video since August, and it’s something my viewer base did not care about. But I cared about it, and that’s important for the long-run, I think.

The other problem, sort of a disconnect, is that I’m lucky to be in the position I’m in. I think guys like Dunkey probably make all of their money from places like Youtube and Twitch and Patreon and that’s their career. That work pays all of their bills.

My work does not pay my bills. Or it does, but it’s not enough to pay all of my bills. I am lucky enough right now that I am in a living situation where I can make fractions of money in intermittent spurts. That won’t always be the case. But for now, I get to be honest, and I get to follow my heart in whatever random, chaotic direction it feels like going that particular day. Dunkey faces a different sort of pressure than I do.

All of this is to say I have no idea what I’m doing, I guess. I make the content I want to see.

That being said, I increasingly think about something I heard Woolie say early on when he went solo for his WoolieVS channel, and that was the idea of “One for you, one for me, one for us.”

Because I’ve had more than one friend burn out doing, like, Twitch streams and stuff. You hear about Youtubers who get sick of being shackled to new releases or whatever’s popular. At some point these people wake up and realize they’ve had this struggle, maybe made some money in the process, but they’re miserable because they don’t get to do what they want to do. They’re always being pushed forward by the fans that are behind them.

The “One for you, one for me, one for us” mantra does at least keep you a little more sane. Balance in all things, right? So that Jurassic Park video, it can flop. It’d be nice if it didn’t flop, given what time of the year it is, but it’s a video for me. I have other video ideas in the chamber that I know will be for my audience, or “for us.”

I just have to stay true to myself, and to my messy brain.

[hammeredalcoholic]

fuck away the pain

inspired by: Fuck Away the Pain by Divide the Day

fake it like you love me, c’mon baby touch me

3 long weeks ago, your boyfriend of 3 years dumped you for another woman. Kakyoin tries to help you feel better with a night at the bar, but Jotaro has different ways to help you forget.

rated: 18+

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It had been 3 weeks. Three long unforgiving weeks, full of crying, drinking and smoking pack after pack of cigarettes. You barely left your measly apartment, staying in bed with your laptop, doing commission work for money. Your skin itched, eyes stinging from fresh tears. Why did it have to be like this?

It had been on a whim, and your boyfriend of 3 years decided that a chick he dicked down a few times was worth more than you. It hurt, the way he ended things, a simple text saying, “I don’t love you anymore, let’s move on to other people.”

You wanted to scream your lungs out at him, for not being able to keep his dick in his pants. But what can you expect? Your friends were right.

Speaking of your friends, Kakyoin had wanted you to go out to the bar with him and some of his buddies. He had said in the phone call, “You need to get out of the house, fresh air and good time will do you good.” You had sighed at that, but he was probably right. You did need to at least try to get this bullshit off your mind. What better way than a few strong mixed drinks?

It was Friday night, edging close to 8 and Kakyoin said he’d be there to pick you up in about 30 minutes. You had already showered, applied a generous amount of makeup to hide the bags that had developed under your eyes. You quickly looked through your closet, deciding on a simple worn band t-shirt, black distressed skinny jeans, and a black belt.

You got dressed quickly, slipping on socks and your trusted chucks, and looked over yourself in the mirror. Have you lost weight? Maybe, but who cares. It’s time to get sloshed.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, knowing it was Kakyoin, you grabbed your jacket and wallet and dashed out of your apartment.

You jumped into your friend’s car, a little too excited for your taste. Kakyoin gave you a bright smile. “Hey! I’m glad you decided to go with us.” You shut the door once sitting down, and looked over at him.

“Yeah, I suppose it would be good to try and get out a little more.” You replied easily, before taking notice of the two other men in the backseat. You didn’t know who they were, but you'd recognized them from Kakyoin’s social media.

“Oh! Sorry, these are my friends. Jotaro and Polnareff.” He waved towards the backseat with one hand, pulling the car out of the parking lot of your building, and heading towards their bar of choice.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked them, a little timid. Polnareff, with seemingly the most obnoxious hair you could picture, grinned back at you, elevating the worry you had. “Nothing much, sweet thing! Excited to get your party on?” You nodded at him, a flush staining your cheeks.

Jotaro, seemingly a little uninterested in the conversation, looked over at you and smiled slightly. You smiled back, before turning back around in the passenger seat and focusing on the road.

Kakyoin turned on the radio, turning it up when he found the station he was looking for. Polnareff sang his heart out in the backseat, leaning into Jotaro with every long note. You could have sworn you heard Jotaro say “Good grief,” more than once.

His voice was deep, and slightly… Arousing? Interesting.

Soon enough, Kakyoin pulled into the bar’s parking lot. Polnareff and Jotaro got out, and you slipped out of the car and looked at the building. It wasn’t too special, just a run of the mill bar, and you noticed the men making their way to the door. You picked up the pace and went inside.

Sitting down at the bar, you looked over the menu of drinks, before deciding you could go for a strong whiskey and coke. Placing your order with the bartender, and looking at who had sat next to you. Kakyoin was on your right side, and Jotaro was on the left of you.

Jotaro was looking at you. You didn’t notice right away, with the way his hat was shielding his gaze. His eyes were a deep blue, piercing your soul. You hurriedly glanced away, and engaged in the conversation Polnareff and Kakyoin were having.

“Ooh! I sure hope some pretty girls come in! That would definitely spice up the night. Right Kakyoin?”

Kakyoin huffed a laugh, “I’m sure it would for you, Polnareff.” He then glanced over at you, smiling slightly. “So how are things? Getting any better?”

You sighed before shaking your head. “I wish. It’s hard to get out of bed in the mornings. Surprised I even got out this far.” Kakyoin gave you a sympathetic smile.

Polnareff butted in, “Wait, am I missing something? What’s going on in your life, mon chou?”

You sighed slightly, before hearing Jotaro’s voice behind you. “Yeah, maybe we can help.” His voice sent shivers down your back. That’s right when your drinks arrived. You thanked the lord above, before quickly gulping down half your drink. It stung, but it was a good feeling.

“Well, about 3 weeks ago, my boyfriend of 3 years decided that someone he’d fucked like twice was better than me.” You looked down at your glass.

Kakyoin put his hand on your lower back, giving you a reassuring rub. “And, to top it all off he broke up with me in a text message.”

Polnareff gasped. “How absurd! Such a dibshit! Truly he doesn’t understand the complexities behind a relationship.” You smiled at him, his french accent articulating to show how mad he was.

Jotaro gave a quiet grunt. “Yeah, must be a dickhead. Who’d give you up?” You did a double take at that. He basically said it under his breath, so neither of the other men had heard it. Only you.

You needed more to drink.

After a couple hours a good 4 rounds of drinks, you were feeling pretty good. A light buzz rocked your head and your stomach felt warm. You quietly slipped off your chair, and all three men looked at you.

You smiled, “Just going for a smoke break.” You turned on your heel and headed towards the door. You heard someone else get off the barstool and footsteps heading after you. “I’ll come too.” Jotaro said.

You silently gulped, and nodded.

Stepping out into the night, a slight chill caused your skin to go up in goosebumps. You glanced back at Jotaro, who was silently walking behind you. You strode into the alley behind the bar and pulled out your pack, slipping a cigarette between your lips. Jotaro beat you to it, lighting his own and taking a drag.

He held up his lighter, giving you a flame. You leaned forward and lit it, pulling hard before leaning back against the wall behind you, letting the smoke exit through your nostrils.

“Thanks.” You said, before going in for another drag. He nodded in acknowledgement, nursing his own cigarette.

There was a period of silence between the both of you, letting the stream of nicotine hit your systems. He glanced over at you, before speaking slowly.

“Hey, I know this is sudden. And I just met you, but I want to make you forget that douchebag.”

You choked on the smoke in your throat. Coughing slightly, you looked back at him. “What do you mean?”

He smirked slightly, before taking a final drag from his cigarette, and flicking the filter a few feet away. “Let me fuck away your pain.” With that he pushed you up against the grungy bar wall, and kissed you. Hard.

Your cigarette fell from your fingers, and you felt yourself melting into the kiss. How long has it been since you felt like this? Months, maybe. A shiver raked your spine, and you felt his tongue on your bottom lip. You opened slightly, letting his tongue explore your mouth. He tasted like cigarettes and vodka.

It was addicting.

He pulled away, breathing heavy. His eyes were lidded, and blown. “He didn’t deserve you.” He mumbled, before pulling you into another heated kiss. His hands roamed your body, caressing your hips and waist, pulling you even closer.

You pulled away, panting hard and cheeks flushed. “Fuck, Jotaro- I haven’t felt like this in ages.” He frowned, before his hand came up to cup your face. “Bastard. Didn’t even treat you right.”

You gasped at that, and Jotaro took that and openly kissed you, before pushing his knee in between your legs. God- You were soaked. When did that happen? He pulled back, then leaned in and kissed your jaw, then your ear, then your neck. You shivered against him, slightly rutting against his knee for friction.

“I want to keep going, but I don’t think this is the place for that.” He whispered against you, and you nodded, unable to speak. “This bar- It has a backdoor, close to the bathrooms. Follow me.”

He then pushed himself off you, walking deeper into the alley. You followed him blindly, and he opened the backdoor, grabbed your hand and pulled you in. The bathrooms were one person and unisex. Perfect.

He pulled you inside one, before pushing you back up against the door. You heard him lock the door, and his mouth was on your neck, sucking and biting. You mewled softly, your fingers digging into his back. He groaned against you, and his hands pulled at your shirt. He lifted it slowly, taking in your breasts.

“Oh, fuck.” You blushed madly, pulling your arms back to cover yourself. Jotaro stopped you, pushing your arms up against the door. “No, you can’t hide from me.” He kept your arms above your head, his other hand going to caress your left breast, while he pushed his mouth down and nipped lightly at the other one. You moaned softly, jutting your hips out slightly, overtaken by the feeling.

He switched, mouthing the other one. “Tch, if we had more time, I’d love to rip this off you.” He toyed with your bra strap. You shivered again. “Shouldn’t we get to the main event?” You whispered slightly, pushing your crotch against his obvious boner.

He chuckled softly, before turning you around. You pushed your ass out, grinding against him. He felt big. You weren’t sure if you were going to fit him all inside you. Might as well try, right?

Jotaro groaned at the friction, and tugged at your belt and zipper. He successfully pulled down your pants, met by a black lacy thong. “God, fuck. You’re so hot.” He mumbled against your ear. You huffed out a breath, and you felt his fingers tracing around your folds, rubbing against your panties.

“God- Just touch me! Please.” You begged, and he smirked against your neck, pulling the material aside and slipping two of his digits inside you. You almost screamed, biting onto your hand to keep quiet. “Yeah, that’s a good girl.”

He pumped the digits inside you, his thumb coming up to rub at your clit. You almost came there, your legs shaking with no abandon.

That’s when you heard it. The clank of his belts being undone, and the unzipping of his pants. You felt the material being pulled down, and his hard cock pressed against your ass. Fuck, he was big. Way bigger than you thought.

“Are you ready for me to help you forget?” Jotaro said, pulling aside your thong, and dragged his dick against your dripping folds. “God, yes. Please, Jotaro!” You begged, and with that, he slid inside slowly. You gasped at the sting, he was stretching you, and it felt great.

He soon was inside you to the hilt, both of you panting hard. “You’re so tight.” He said between pants. Without a moment's notice, he pulled back and thrust into you. “Holy shit! Jotaro!” You screamed, and his hand came up to muffle your voice.

“Quiet.” He spoke, and pounded into you roughly. One of his hands grasped at your hip, pulling on it in tune with his thrusts, while his other hand grasped harshly around your mouth. You were moaning with every deep thrust, pushing your hips back to meet his eagerly.

This felt absolutely amazing. The mix of alcohol, cigarette smoke and the sounds of skin against skin made your head run wild and your core hot. You soon felt a long forgotten feeling of a tight coil in your abdomen.

Pushing your hand down, you rubbed at your clit with two fingers, eager to reach satisfaction. With each sultry rub, you clenched hard against Jotaro’s cock, and you felt his thrusts become erratic. He was close too.

“Fuck, god, keep doing that.” He spit out, grinding his teeth together as he continued to thrust mercilessly into you. You rubbed yourself faster, feeling orgasm creeping up, and twitching hard on his cock.

Then it hit you. White spots cluttered your vision and you felt tears leak from your eyes. You screamed his name, clenching down on him hard. He thrusted into your tight heat a few more times before letting out a dark sigh of relief. You felt his cum running down the inside of your thigh.

God that was hot.

Jotaro pulled back, before reaching and grabbing a paper towel. He cleaned himself off first, then grabbed another one and carefully wiped away the remnants of his orgasm from your pussy. You sighed, loving how careful he was with you, despite just fucking you into one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

He threw away the paper towels, and pulled his pants up, zipping and putting his belts in place. You followed suit. Once you were finished, he was looking at you, with that dark gaze.

He pressed his lips against your own, softly, not hard and rough like it had been previously. He pulled back, and stared into your eyes. You blushed.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that again. Soon.”

You smiled slightly, before turning to unlock the door, craving another cigarette.

“Tomorrow morning sounds good to me.” You replied easily, and Jotaro smirked as he followed you back into the alleyway.

...

Kakyoin sighed against his water. He was supposed to be the designated driver, and it seems like you and Jotaro had been smoking for more than an hour. Polnareff had finished his 7th drink, and decided that he needed to use the restroom.

That was about 10 minutes ago, and the redhead resorted to aimlessly scrolling on his phone. That was until Polnareff all but knocked into him after how fast he was running from the bathroom.

“Kakyoin! Oh my lords, Kakyoin!” He gasped, before slamming down into his barstool. “What, Polnareff? Was the bathroom dirty or something?”

“No, no, no! Mon cheri! Jotaro and your friend were in the restroom right next to mine. It sounded like they were enjoying themselves!” Polnareff laughed.

Kakyoin blushed and decided to order another tall drink.