#I need to shower but I physically can't sit in a shower chair right now so I'll just have to clean up the best I can in the morning

[nightmaretour]

I'm so exhausted. My family are absolutely just running me into the ground at this point, I haven't had a single day to rest since Sunday and I still have to go to lunch with them tomorrow. I feel like my body is about to crumble if it takes any more strain

[octuscle]

Hello support, I hope this is the right place to ask. I‘m not the best with this online thing because of my old age but I think I deserve another chance. I recently got this hot, young, muscular, blonde neighbor who is also a cop. I thought he would be really nice but he turned out to be an asshole towards me. Is there a chance to become physically like him to teach him a lesson and get my second chance at life? Maybe even his life?

Yes, from what I can see, your neighbor is an asshole. But despite everything, an asshole, which serves our country. And that's really good as a jerk-off idol. I have respect for that. I ask for your understanding. But that doesn't mean I can't help you, old man!

Wednesday evening. You are sitting in the rocking chair on the porch when your neighbor comes home. You wave to him. He ignores you. Asshole. Meals on Wheels comes and brings you your dinner. With difficulty you get up and go to the dining table. Carrot porridge. Not exactly delicious. But you can eat it well without teeth.

Thursday morning: If you get up and nothing hurts, you are dead… Was one of your mottos. Are you dead? Or did you just sleep well? In any case, you feel fit. You go to the bathroom without problems, brush your teeth and look through your bathroom window into the brightly lit bathroom of your neighbor. He has just come out of the shower. Fuck, he is really a jerk-off idol made flesh. And for the first time in a very long time you jerk off. And actually shoot a respectable load into the sink.

Shouldn't your nurse have come at 08:00? Ehhhhh? Nurse? What for? You're in your early 70s. You've been going to the gym every day for years. Swimming and gym. You are able to take care of yourself and your household. Today you should take care of the hedges. And the roof of the shed should be repaired.

When your neighbor comes home at 6:00 p.m., you have just fired up the BBQ. You take two bottles of beer from the tub filled with ice and ask him if he would like a steak and a cold beer. "Sure thing, old man," he says. "Just let me get out of this uniform." Too bad, you think. For your sake, he should have kept it on. It's a beautiful evening. You talk about hunting, football and politics. Sure, you could be his father. But everyone needs a fatherly friend. Whereas you would like to be his DILF.

Friday morning. Your buddy from next door is already in the bathroom, you start your morning run. You're just coming back when he gets into his car. You just have time to exchange a fistbump and arrange to meet at the gym for 4:00 pm after work.

Okay, at 39 years old, you're more than ten years older than your workout partner. But you both grew up in the gym. You complement each other perfectly. But fuck, you can think of nothing else but to fuck the cop properly. In the shower it turns out that he also thinks of nothing else. He drops the soap very slowly and picks it up awkwardly. You will not miss the chance.

Saturday morning. Your friend is still asleep, breathing deeply and evenly. He smells of your sweat and cum. If you didn't wake him up with this, you would be licking him clean right now. On the cock first. Instead, you quietly get up to get ready in the bathroom and prepare breakfast. Your boyfriend has had a busy week. You still have vacation. College doesn't start for another four weeks, by which time you still have to clean out your parents' house and sell it. You are so glad that you have your boyfriend, he is a great help to you after the death of your parents��.

You have just brushed your teeth when the door to the bathroom opens. Thank God, his morning wood is still stable. "Can I help you, officer?" you ask. "On your knees, thug." Orders are orders.

Found the pic of your significantly younger self @corpsacademy

[darkpuppysuit]

🎀Tie up the ends of a Dream🎀

Pairing: CountryBoy!KimTaehyungxCurvy!Reader

Warnings: Domestic Abuse, cursing, smoking, fighting (verbal and physical) Mature themes, MDNI.

Words: 5.2k

A/N: I'm giving minor characters names. I'm sorry if you don't like that but it makes my brain do the burr if I don't. Also I hope you guys really like this because it's been stuck in my head all damn day lol. I'll probably write a part two for this considering where I left off....

Taehyung is a young man living in a trailer on a half acre of land the little old lady at the farm next door let him occupy for free until he got on his feet when she saw him in an alleyway practically begging on the streets.

He was small and skinny at the time, no meat on his bones, his cheeks looked a little sunken in too. So the old lady asked him if he wanted a job and a place to call home. Of course Taehyung accepted her offer with no hesitation, anything to get him out of the cold.

He started working the following spring when calf season started late March to early April. He helped Barbra by doing all of the manual labor for her. Scraping out the barn once or twice a day, he actually learned how to drive by taking hay out to the cows out in the field and when he turned sixteen the nice lady took him to get his drivers license and he passed, barely, but he passed and that was the end goal.

By the time Taehyung had turned eighteen Barbra had gifted him the old Ford truck her late husband had in the shed. She told him that if he could fix it and use his own money for the parts then he could have it and sure enough he did.

It took him a couple months of waking up early enough to get a head start on the daily chores he would do for Barb including feeding the chickens, leaving the egg collecting to her.

Once he was done which would normally be by eleven in the morning, he'd be back at his trailer working away at that truck of his until the light pole turned on, telling him it was time to go inside. 

He'd drag himself inside barely tripping over the lip of the door frame with his steel toe boots. Raking his fingers through his hair trying to tame the curls that were slowly getting out of control and grabbing a water bottle from the mini fridge on a card table where a larger fridge should be.

Taehyung always kept his living space clean and tidy but there were times where he would get lazy from working on the truck that was proving to be more of a hassle than it was worth in his eyes. 

A few well worn jeans lay over the loveseat, many unmated socks sit in the corner of his old lazy chair waiting to be mated and put in his dresser.

The kitchen table was littered with instant dinners and random cheese stick wrappers, soda cans and, water bottles.

Taehyung needed to clean up as soon as possible but first he really needed a shower because he smelled more of burnt motor oil than man right now. 

Fast forward ten years and Taehyung is walking down the aisle of the church dressed in black, a few stray tears rolling down his cheeks. Barbra, the sweet lady who had given him a place to live and a paying job too, passed away sometime in the night. "At least she died peacefully and without regrets." Her daughter in law spoke at her funeral with that finishing line.

Taehyung thinks back for a moment and remembers one of their late night talks in the study as she was going through some papers Taehyung wasn't sure what they were at the time. "I regret not being able to give this cattle ranch to any of my kids. I just can't trust them to run it correctly, if at all." She murmured to herself as Taehyung was prattling off about the truck yet again. She did have at least one regret and she took it to her grave that day Taehyung had to help five other men put her in the ground.

A few weeks later Taehyung was standing on his small front porch smoking a cigarette. He has good enough sense not to smoke inside unless it was winter and even then he sat next to the window with it opened a little bit to let the smoke out.

He watched a large red truck roll down the dirt road with a trailer attached to the back with a bunch of furniture in it and behind the truck was a moving van. Both vehicles pulled into the loop driveway of Barb's old house which made him stand up straight. 

If there's people moving in that means he might lose his job working under the table including the trailer he had fixed himself so it was livable.

Hell, he might even lose the truck he finally got to start a couple months ago. There was every possibility Taehyung could think of and all he could think about was losing the one place he's ever truly known. 

Then she stepped out of the truck, well more like jumped down but, when she walked around to the trailer Taehyung's mind stopped for a moment.

The new ranch master was beautiful, her hair was bright and glossy. She was short and curvy just the way he liked his women, his breath hitched in his throat when she stepped on the truck's tire and threw her lovely legs over the side of the truck with a smile on her face. 

He needed to introduce himself, maybe make a good first impression maybe then, he could keep working here and stay in his trailer. He quickly put out his half cigarette and brushed his hands off on his jeans, his hands were clammy and he was nervous to say the least. There was a million ways this could go as he made his way over to the young woman who was now climbing down from the truck down to level ground again. 

He stands behind the woman as she takes her boot off, shaking a loose pebble out of it before putting it back on. "Uhm, hi... my name is-" The woman jumps two feet in the air clutching her chest as she whips around to the new voice behind her.

When she sees him she has to glance up to look him in the eye in order to talk to him. He was a tall man, he looked strong enough to handle hard labor, broad shoulders and big hands to boot. But he looked as if he was trying to curl in on himself, like he was almost scared? Shy perhaps?

The woman stares at him for a moment before her eyes light up and she quickly makes her way to the front of the truck pulling out some folders which the ranch hands information on them. "You're Taehyung right? Kim Taehyung?" The woman beams at him as she rounds the truck for a second time looking down at the folder in her arms.

"Y-yeah that's me." He stutters awkwardly shoving his hands deep into his jean pockets. "I'm Y/n O'Brian." She offers him her hand for a hand shake and Taehyung looks between her and her hand for a second before he takes her small hand in his with a small smirk on his lips. "Looks like you're one of the ranch hands who have been here the longest?" Y/n asks as he releases her hand with an awkward chuckle for holding it for so long. "Yeah the uh, bunks are in the back over there in the little yellow barn. I live in the trailer just across the way. Not too far- if you uh, ever need anything." Taehyung rubs the back of his head with a small smile on his lips making Y/n smile back at him.

"Thank yo-" Y/n is cut off by an arm draping over her shoulder giving it a tight squeeze making her wince a little bit. "That's good to know, ain't it honey?" The older looking man grits his teeth looking down at Y/n who puts on a fake smile and chuckles quietly to the man next to her.

He looks back at Taehyung, standing there with a grimace on his face. Extending his hand to the ranch hand with an ugly smirk on his face, they shake hands roughly. "Nice to meet you kid. My name is Joshua, just Josh is fine though. My wife and I hope nothing will go wrong while the ranch is under our care." He chuckles darkly when Taehyung removes his hand from his and takes a step back. "Yeah, let's hope not." He sneers back at him.

A few weeks pass and everything is as follows; Taehyung and the other ranch hands wake up a little before the sun starts rising in the sky. The cattle is moved from one field to another so they can continue grazing freely.

The horses who aren't being used by the cattle hands are put into the field with the cows so they can stretch their legs. A few horses are training for shows and contests in town and around the countryside.

The smaller animals such as the chickens and pigs were taken care of by the ranch master and in this case would be Josh but Y/n was awake anyways.

She wraps her robe around herself and ties it off at her middle, grabbing the old wicker basket at the back door and stepping out to take care of the chickens.

Y/n was quietly humming to herself as she picked at least two dozen or more eggs from the chicken coop. The chickens clucked around her feed waiting to be fed almost tripping her a few times when Taehyung comes riding in on one of the many horses.

He offers help every morning when he sees her half asleep and grumpy. His heart aches for her when he sees a new bruise or cut on her delicate skin, he wishes he could do something for her but he knows he can't do or say anything without potentially losing his job and place of living.

He's gone toe to toe with Josh before when Y/n went to her garden with a bruise under her right eye. Taehyung was pissed that her husband thought it was okay to hit her like that, his parents never laid a finger on each other before one day something changed and they started looking sick.

He never left them because they were his parents he loved them so much. When they stopped moving one day Taehyung had ran away to the next town over where Barbra found him a few days after he had made it to town. 

A few months would pass and Y/n, Taehyung and a few of the other ranch hands were becoming really good friends. They all went out for some drinks one Friday night, somehow Y/n had made it past her abusive husband to come out with them.

They played pool and darts most of the time while enjoying each others company. It was the first time Y/n felt free, more like herself than she had in years.

When one of her favorite songs came on over the speakers Y/n couldn't hold her excitement as she grabbed Taehyung by the hand, pulling him onto the dance floor with her. 

After Taehyung had started driving Y/n home in his truck because she had one too many drinks, she shuffled closer to him on the bench seat, nuzzling under his shoulder until he moved to wrap his arm around her.

Her cheeks were red and warm as she laid her head on his chest while he kept one hand on the wheel down the dirt road. She started playing with his hands, measuring her hand against his, tracing the lines on the joints of his fingers. Even ghosting her finger tips along the palm of his hand making Taehyung shiver under her gentle touch.

Especially when she drunkenly lays her hand on his thigh making him squirm in the bench seat next to her until he pulled into the driveway of his trailer.

The door was barely opened before Taehyung stumbled inside with Y/n's legs wrapped around his hips as he held her by the back of her thighs, holding them tightly with his large hands as they made out.

Both of them clumsily made it to his bedroom, Taehyung lays her on the bed gently, driven by the alcohol coursing through his system and the feelings he has for Y/n.

This beautiful woman who had captured his heart with her sweet accent alone. He kisses her feverishly but slowly trying to hold back as much as he could until she wanted more of him. 

She tugs on his plaid shirt a few times as Taehyung leaves a small mark just between the cleavage of her breast where it could be hidden easily. He feels her pull on him and quickly disposes of his shirt revealing himself to her.

She stares at him for a moment, admiring his hard muscles that twitched under her touch as he kneels on the bed between her legs. She slowly un-buckles his belt causing Taehyung to look down at what she was doing then back at her.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna do anything you aren't comfortable with." He coos, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear looking at her with all the love in the world. "I'm sure Tae, please? I need you. I want to feel safe again." She cries the alcohol in her system playing with her emotions. Taehyung coos at her again, giving her soft slow kisses all over her, making sure she knew she was meant to be loved just like this.

Taehyung didn't see Y/n much after that night, he would stay outside doing chores while also keeping an eye out for the ranch master's wife.

By Gods he hated admitting that someone got to marry that beautiful woman before he did, he would mentally kick himself over nothing every time he thought about it.

Taehyung couldn't do much about the abusive nature of her husband either, the few times that he had stepped in he either got a black eye or a few bruised ribs when he tried to defend her to him because obviously she had done nothing wrong in the first place. 

He almost lost his job three or four different times over the course of eight months but he made sure to tell Y/n that he was always there if she wanted to talk or just simply sit in silence for a while.

She would tell him the same thing every time too. "I'll be find don't worry about me. Too much of a hassle to deal with anyways." Without fail Taehyung would watch her silently from the other side of the fence during the work day and keep a closer eye on the house once the work day was over. 

Every so often by the light in the living room window he could see their shadows dancing around the curtain when Joshua would get angry with her for what he didn't know but Taehyung bets it has something to do with the food being too spicy or too bland.

The man was never happy with anything his wife did which made Taehyung's blood boil when he saw that Y/n was trying her best to please him.

The next day comes and goes by in a hurry as the evening sun sets against the horizon just beyond the pasture. Taehyung lights a cigarette and takes a seat in his little lawn chair facing the ranch house, the same little window like he had been staring through the last few weeks since the night Taehyung knew he crossed the line but it was a beautiful line to cross in the first place.

Tonight's fight was no different than all the others, Josh was waving his hands around, yelling and screaming so loud he could hear it from his trailer.

The only difference was he heard Y/n yelling back at him, making Taehyung stand pin straight taking a long drag off of his cigarette before throwing it to the side, leaning over the banister a cold expression on his face as he stares intently at the window. 

All of it happened so quickly Taehyung had barely processed what happened before he had jumped clear off his porch and ran to the ranch house.

He bangs on the door a few times before he slams his body weight against the frame, breaking it with two hits of his body. Once the door was down he ran through the kitchen and into the living room tackling Josh to the ground and wrestling him for the gun as Y/n sits shell shocked against the fridge, watching the two of them beat on each other.

Taehyung manages to throw the gun out of Josh's reach and against Y/n feet as she tries to shakily talk to the emergency operator on the other side of the phone.

Josh stands into the living room grabbing the old lamp Y/n's grandmother had given to her and smashes it over Taehyungs head making him fall to the ground.

He shakes his head trying to get his vision to focus when Y/n's raggedy husband grabs a fistful of Taehyung's curly hair and pulls him to his feet. 

"You think- just because you fucked my wife- that you can just barge in here unannounced?!" Josh screams in Taehyung's face as he huffs out a get fucked at him with a smirk on his face, spitting a mix of saliva and blood at his feet.

He punches the ranch hand in the gut and he doubles over onto the floor holding his stomach. Y/n looks at him worriedly her eyes as round as saucers, trying to hide the phone from sight.

She lifts her index finger to her lips to let Taehyung know to be quiet and that help was on the way. "I could beat on my wife all day. You're more fun-" Josh grabs him by the collar lifting him up to meet his gaze. "You actually fight back, gives me a challenge." He chuckles darkly pulling his large fist back to hit Taehyung's bloody face again when the click of a gun is heard behind him.

"Leave him alone Joshua- the cops are already on their way so stop this right now." Y/n orders her husband aiming the gun square at his head. Josh scoffs at her but gently puts Taehyung back onto his own two feet. "You won't do shit, if you were- you'd have done it already bitch." Josh makes his way towards her and she fires the gun into the ceiling without a second thought making the three of them flinch at the sudden change in volume.

"Stay back, I'll shoot you Joshua O'Brian I swear to any god that will listen. I will paint the walls with your brain, if you even have one." Y/n snarls at him when a wave of intense pain washes over her, Y/n goes down kneeling onto the floor holding her stomach.

Taehyung quickly makes his way over to Y/n cradling her in his arms. "The baby." Y/n gasps holding onto his forearms. "Baby? What baby? Y/n?" Taehyung asks frantically keeping the gun within his line of sight. "Yours- Our baby Tae. Fuck this hurts." She curses when Josh chuckles darkly at the pair of them on the floor.

"Bastard child." He scoffs wiping the blood off of his knuckles as sirens can be heard off in the distance and for once Josh actually looks scared. 

Two weeks pass after that night, Y/n had moved Taehyung into the ranch house with her because of the nightmares she would have. The first night it happened was the same night the police had taken Joshua away in the back of their cop car.

She woke up in the early hours of the morning and walked over to his trailer, looking like a kicked puppy when Taehyung sleepily answered the door and let her inside. The pair of them slept soundly for the first time in quite a long time.

The day after the court hearing and the divorce papers were signed Y/n steps outside of the courthouse taking a deep breath of fresh air, feeling truly free for the first time in years.

Taehyung walks up beside her and takes her hand in his, his other hand rubs on her stomach as he kneels down level with her stomach making Y/n giggle and smile down at him as he presses kisses along her stomach.

"I love you little one, I don't know if you're a boy or a girl but, either way. Your Daddy is so happy to have you." He whispers against her as the baby kicks Taehyung on the forehead making him take a second to process what just happened. He looks up at Y/n with tears welling in his eyes. "Did they just-" She giggles at him when he wraps his arms around her middle gently.

"Your daughter is quite the fighter." Y/n jokes as she pulls Taehyung back to his feet, brushing the loose dirt from the ranch off of his shoulders with a small smile on her lips.

Taehyung looks into her beautiful eyes, completely entranced by her beauty. "Just like her Mommy." He says leaning down for a kiss and their lips connect for the first time in months 

In the next month the baby had made her way into the world quietly, the only time she cried after Y/n had labored for thirteen hours in the hospital delivery room.

She had Taehyung's dark, curly hair and big brown eyes, she was small like her mother even her lips were tiny too. The sight of his two girls curled on the hospital bed as Y/n breast fed was the best thing he's seen for a very long time.

He was mesmerized by them especially Y/n, the same woman who he watched for nearly over a year be beaten the shit out of on a daily basis, who took every hit and every mentally abusive remark for who knows how much longer than he had seen.

She was indeed a strong woman and perfect role model for their daughter. Y/n looks to Taehyung who is lost in thought, staring intently at the two of them with that beautiful boxy smile on his lips when she catches his eye.

"Do you want to hold her?" She asks him and he hesitates for a moment, his daughter is so much smaller than him, he could hurt her if he wasn't careful. "I don't want to break her." His hands shake a little as he walks over to his girls. "You won't hurt her Tae. Just support Naomi's head and you'll be alright. Just like that, good job Dad." Y/n slowly helps Taehyung hold the baby correctly, cradling her in his arms.

She moves in her swaddle a little bit making the tiniest, cutest sound she could possibly make and Taehyung just stares at her in awe. Something so little could produce a smaller sound out of her lips. "She's beautiful. You did such an amazing job darlin'." Taehyung coos at Y/n who stands on the other side of their daughter stroking the tuft of curly hair on top of her head smiling happily. 

A year later Taehyung and Y/n are celebrating Naomi's first birthday with the ranch hands and a few other family members in attendance. "Hey sis? Could you hand me the cake cutter? Or a knife I don't care hand me something woman." She chuckles moving through the kitchen swiftly and smoothly like a ballerina performing on stage.

Y/n's father walks into the living room where Taehyung and Y/n's mother sit chatting away while the older kids ran between the kitchen and outside, playing in the sprinkler out in the yard.

"So, Taehyung is it?" Y/n's father accidently interrupts the light hearted conversation, making Taehyung stand and shake her fathers hand firmly. "Yes, I'm Taehyung s-sir." His eyes widen as he stutters, making him curl in on himself.

Her father just chuckles at the poor boy relaxing his posture a little bit, hoping to make the boy a little more comfortable with him. "Don't worry about that kid, you should've heard me the day I met Her mother's dad. Damn, you could see the sweat for miles when I stood on that front porch with flowers in my hand. I was nervous to say the least."

Taehyung takes a breath of relief nodding to her father when her mother confirms it for him by smiling and nodding her head. "Listen son, if you truly love my daughter unlike that no good son-" Y/n's mother coughs, staring him down before finishing for him.

"What he means sweetheart- if you want to marry our daughter, you have our permission to ask her." Taehyung swallows hard as his hands become clammy and he chuckles with Y/n's parents in the living room when the lady of the house comes into view. "Everything's ready! Tae could you go get Naomi? I think my sister has her outside in the sprinklers." 

Everyone gathers around the large dining table in the middle of the kitchen, Y/n let Naomi "open" her presents first so she didn't get cake on them. She got plenty of baby toys and more blankets and a few hand made wash cloths from the neighbor down the road.

A few more hours pass of Naomi opening her new toys and Dad putting a few of them together for her. One by one each family member left the house. Y/n said goodbye to her parents last because her mother had helped her clean up the mess when Taehyung and her father picked up the toys from the side yard. 

Taehyung waits until Naomi was sound asleep in her crib, thank god that child slept like a fucking rock too because if Taehyung was going to go through with this, the baby needed to be out like a light.

Y/n was getting ready for bed in their master bathroom when Taehyung comes up and hugs her from behind, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck and wrapping his arms around her middle, almost missing the baby bump she used to have.

"I love you, Y/n." He whispers into her ear making her shiver as his hot breath hits her cold skin fresh out of the shower. Taehyung and Y/n makes eye contact through the mirror in front of them and she can almost see the predatory glint in his eyes as his eyes scan her body only to meet her gaze again.

"I love the way you wake me up in the mornings. I love the way your night gowns give so much but leave just enough to the imagination. I love the way your hair blows in the wind when we sit outside together. I love our daughter we made together. I just- love you so much." Taehyung starts to tear up and Y/n coos at him lovingly. "I love you too, Tae. What's wrong baby? Did my dad say something?" His grip on her body tightens the slightest bit when she mentioned her father.

"N-no he didn't- I mean he did but- that's not the point. I'm trying to be romantic and you're ruining it." He playfully scoffs giving her ass a light slap and grabbing it making her squeal. "Okay, okay I'm sorry. Continue please?" She pouts into the mirror holding onto his forearms around her stomach. Taehyung takes a deep breath as he speaks again only a little irritated.

"You're as pretty as south Georgia peaches and as hot as any Tennessee June. Did you know that? Every time I look at you I fall more and more in love with everything you do. Even if the little things you do irritate me sometimes, like not believing me when I tell you you're beautiful." Taehyung pauses to place a few kisses along Y/n's jawline and neck, his hands roaming her body as he talks to her lovingly.

Y/n giggles against him and turns to face him when he pins her to the bathroom sink. "But I think the thing that's got me hooked on you the most is when you say you love me in that sweet, soft, slow, southern drawl of yours. It drives me crazy Y/n, sometimes I think you lay it on thick on purpose." He smirks down at her innocent eyes.

"I ain't got a clue what yer talkin' about sweetheart." Y/n looks around the room when Taehyung rolls his eyes back, tilting his head slightly with a low groan.

"That- That right there is what I'm talking about little lady. It's like you love driving me crazy just by speaking." He teases her, pulling her gown up just enough to reveal her thighs he's been thinking about all day, he couldn't wait to be between them. Taehyung dips down to her level locking eyes with her once again before his gaze drops down to her sweet lips.

"Say my name." He deadpans his eyes still locked on her lips, waiting patiently as he can for her to speak. Y/n stutters when he picks her up to sit her on the bathroom counter top next to the sink. "T-Taehyung." She says softly when one of his large hands smack the counter next to her hip, sliding to her hip giving it a squeeze as he closes his eyes.

"I love it when you say my name baby," He purrs in her ear making her shiver again when his hand ghosts over her stomach. He opens his eyes again pressing his lips to hers with fervor almost pushing her against the large mirror before picking her up again and taking her to the bed.

He lays her down gently like he had the first time they had been in this position but this time there were no repercussions of their actions.

They continue to kiss each other like it was the last time they're going to be able to. Y/n pulls him closer to her by the back of his neck giving the little hairs on the back of his neck a tug earning a soft moan from Taehyung. He angles himself to look at her, propping himself onto his hands on either side of her head as he hovers over her. 

"Marry me." 

Y/n takes a moment to look at the man hovering above her curvy frame. Did he- of course he did, every chance he got he would mess around with the idea.

Y/n never took any of it too seriously considering the hell she had just gotten out of just a little over a year ago. Y/n caresses his cheek softly looking up at him with stars in her eyes as the tears began to pool at the brim. "Yes. yes Taehyung I will marry you. Just please, don't hurt me." She pleads with him and he hushes her worries with a kiss that hopefully portrayed all of the emotions he had for her. He latches onto her neck leaving a good sized love bite on her neck before he kissed her cheek.

"I could never hurt the one person who has made me happier in the last two years, than I have been my entire life."

[ssuperficialspacecadett]

Roll Call

Chapter Two of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Three

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4K

TW: (Very) subtle hint at SA in readers past, gym member being creepy

Chapter Overview: Today is your first day at Brass Knuckles Boxing Gym. Benny has a surprise for you after your shift.

Notes: Hey everyone ! Still no set posting schedule, but I managed to get this one done this week. I have a pretty packed week coming up so I can't make any promises as to when chapter three will come out. thanks for dealing with me (': happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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Your alarm clock makes its presence known bright and early this morning. Normally getting up for work on a Monday isn’t anything that you would be overly excited about, but today is your first day working at Brass Knuckles. It’s also your first day getting back into a stable work and life routine. Which is something you have been craving since you moved. You feel like a nervous child the morning of a school field trip. The good kind of nervousness that buzzes around inside your body and lingers. 

After hopping out of the shower, you head into your bedroom. You see your phone lying haphazardly on your bed and think about texting Benny to ask what you should wear today. He didn’t strike you as the kind of guy to enforce a dress code at work, but you also didn’t want to look out of place. Oh fuck it. He didn’t say anything negative about the jeans and t-shirt that you were wearing while you toured the gym. Might as well just wear something in the same vein as that to play it safe. 

You slip into your clothes and wander back into the bathroom with your phone in hand. The bags under your eyes are a physical testament to all the stress you have been and are under currently. Maybe some light makeup you say to yourself. It’s not as if you had any intention of trying to find a boyfriend here much to Robbie’s dismay. You just didn’t want anyone to think that Benny hired a walking corpse to greet the guests. You check the time on your phone and realize that you need to leave right about now to make it to the gym by 7:30 A.M.. Benny had texted you over the weekend asking you to come in half an hour early so he could give you the rundown of what you need to be taking care of on a regular day to day basis. Your shoes get thrown on and you grab your tote bag as you run out the door to your car.

Thankfully Brass Knuckles is only a 15-20 minute drive from your apartment. You pull into the parking lot and turn your car off before taking out your phone. You text your dad to remind him that your new job starts today so you will be coming by to see him after 8:00 P.M. Monday-Saturday. When he quickly texts back you’re a bit surprised. You would think retirement meant sleeping in.

Dad: Have a good day, Sweet Pea! Make some friends. Remember to hit them in the throat and in the balls.”

You smile and heart the message on your phone. This is your dads not so subtle way of reminding you where men are the most sensitive. Since according to him, you were walking into the lion's den by working here. As you climb out of the car your smile drops. Maybe if you would have remembered his advice when you were 19, things would have ended differently.

“Are you ready?!”

There was only one voice you knew that had the capability to be that loud this early in the morning. You look up quickly to see Benny waving and holding the gym door open for you. 

“Morning, Benny! Yes, I think I am.” You say slipping past him to get inside. 

“That’s what I like to hear outta my employees!” 

You set your tote bag down on the desk and take a deep breath in. It still reeks, but less so now that the smell has had time to dissipate between closing and opening shifts. Benny comes up behind you and pats your shoulder encouragingly as he walks behind the desk. 

“Come on, let me show you how everythin’ is setup.”

Benny has you sit in the chair so you can get a feel for things while he teaches you how to operate the scheduling system. He shows you how to login to the program under your profile and then how to access each individual client once you’re inside. You notice that he set your profile picture to the selfie you sent the other night. It seems to be a pretty straight forward program, you note. You are able to see, create, and control Benny’s one on one training appointments up to three months in advance. He gets excited when you figure out, on your own, that you can color code clients. You’re pretty sure that he didn’t know how to do that before, but he looked so happy that you didn’t have the heart to say anything. 

Once the two of you cover all of the bases for the scheduling program he moves on to the ‘easier’ tasks, as he calls them, that you are incharge of. He shows you how to scan membership cards with the scan gun on the desk and how to register new members when they ask. He shows you how to sell and print out tickets for the Friday fights. You feel him pull your chair away from the desk and see a small black, mini fridge underneath it. 

“This is where we keep the complimentary water for the guests. Just make sure to keep this stocked throughout the day. If it ever gets low we have cases in the laundry room.”

He checks the time on his phone while he scoots you and your chair back into the correct position. 

“Last thing you need to worry about is unlocking the door at 8:00 A.M.. As for me and my tasks? I help train people, obviously, look over finances, and take care of the music.” 

“You have time to queue up songs?”

“I make time to queue up songs.”

You were grateful for his help this morning. And even more grateful that he did it in a way that didn’t come across as condescending or like he was babying you. You got the feeling that he really did trust you with the work you were assigned even after only just meeting you. 

“You’re gonna do great today! Feel free to make the desk your own too.”

“Thanks, Benny.”

You walk with him from out behind the desk and lean against the brick wall as he heads into his office. 

“Oh,” he calls back to you before disappearing into the small room. “The guys are going to swing by around closing time. They wanted to see who they were drinking too the other night. I might have also talked you up to them.”

After he drops that bomb, Benny walks out of sight. You have no idea what to do with this information. Benny talked so highly of them the other day, so it makes you nervous that he wants you to meet them. Yet, the more you think about it the more you warm to the idea. He must feel like he found a friend in you the same way you did in him. You walk around the desk and head to the front door to unlock it. Cars have already begun to pull into the once empty lot signaling that your day has started whether you're ready for it or not. 

The first few hours of your shift crawl by at a snail’s pace. Two or three guests come in an hour. Each one of them mindlessly handing you their membership card to scan before they enter the gym. This gives you plenty of time to play around and really get to know the inner workings of the scheduling program. You want to make sure that there isn’t anything you aren’t prepared for. Benny, bless his heart, checks in with you just before 12:00 P.M..

“A lot of people come in here to burn off some steam durin’ their lunch breaks. It will be pretty packed for the next hour-hour and a half, but then it will go back to how it was this mornin’.”

God is he right. An endless stream of new faces begin coming at you soon after the clock strikes noon. Some of them don’t say anything, some of them offer you a polite greeting, and some of them take it upon themselves to welcome you in their own special way.

“You’re new, huh? I could show you a move or two in the ring if you want.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow if you promise me that you will be too.”

You just smile sweetly and scan their card with a simple ‘enjoy your visit’ to help move the lingerers along. The rush dies down a couple hours later, again just like Benny said it would. Honestly, you are a little bit sad that it's over. Time went by much quicker in those few hours and you finally felt useful. 

When shopping for furniture online in between helping guests check in got boring, you look for tasks you can take care of that venture past the desk. During your initial tour of the gym, you remember seeing a dirty clothes basket that was designated for towels. You figure that this late in the day it should be full enough to do a load of laundry. 

You walk inside the gym, weaving out of guests' way, and collect the used towels. It’s not too heavy so you carry it to the laundry room and dump all of the contents into the washer. You use the detergent that's on the shelf and close the machine's lid. Benny must have seen you walk in here because he walks up next to you as you press the ‘start’ button. 

“It’s a stubborn ‘ole son of a bitch so you gotta show it a little bit of extra love to get it goin’.”

You jump slightly when he rams the side of his foot into the washer. Unsurprisingly, it comes to life after he does this. For the third time today, Benny is once again correct. You look around the small room as the washer hums and see a photo hanging on the wall. It shows Benny arm in arm with three men you have never seen before.

“Are these your friends?” You point to the picture and ask Benny.

“Yup!” You can hear the pride in his voice as he says this. “That one on the right is Will, my older brother. The handsome devil next to him is yours truly. Then there’s Pope-”

“Pope?”

“Yeah, his name is technically Santiago, but we all call him Pope. It was his call sign when we served together and it just kinda stuck. We all have one, well I technically don’t, but I’d like to think mine is Brass Knuckles. It fits well with Will’s since his call sign is Ironhead.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“I like to think so.” he says bashfully. “ And last but not least…the one on the left is Catfish or Frankie.”

You nod along to what Benny is saying, but you would be lying if you said you were listening anymore. Your attention stays on the man in the left of the photo: Frankie. You could tell he hadn’t had a haircut in a while when the photo was taken. His thick, brown curls came up to lick the sides of the ‘Standard Heating Oil’ cap he wore. He had a full mustache that looked as if it was mocking the patchiness of his beard. You didn’t mind it. You thought it made him look more approachable. One of the most handsome noses you had ever seen sat atop his mustache. It was deeply sloped and came to a soft curve at the end. He’s laughing in the photo which makes the skin around his eyes wrinkle in an endearing way.

“You comin’ or what?” 

Unbeknownst to you, Benny had walked out of the laundry room while you were still captivated by the photograph on the wall. Or more specifically one of the men in the photograph. 

“Shit, my bad.”

Reluctantly you pull yourself away and walk back to the front desk with him. Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect either because his 4:00 P.M. appointment walks through the door right as you two arrive. Thankfully, Benny is so wrapped up in talking with the other man that he doesn’t notice how quiet you have gone. While your body may have left the laundry room, your mind is still very much there. You check him in and hand both men a water bottle before they head back for their workout. 

You sit restlessly in your chair as you watch the hands on the clock above the door chase one another. No one has come in since Benny’s last appointment, but you know that will change soon. It’s almost 5:00 P.M. which means the after work rush is on the horizon. You hear Benny faintly as he talks to his client and you find yourself wondering what goes on in his sessions. It feels safe to abandon your post for a few seconds so you stand up and peek your head around the brick wall. Benny has dawned some gloves with pads attached to the palms of them. 

“You got it, man! Right in the center! Yeah, just like that, great job!”

He carries on with his encouraging words as the man across from him continues to make contact with the padded gloves. You hear him tell the man to hit harder and in a more controlled manner. When he does this, Benny showers him with praise. It warms your heart to see him in action. You can really tell that this isn’t just a job for him. This is his whole life. 

The doorbell rings out and you look behind you to greet the client.

“Oh don’t turn around my account, darlin’. I was admiring the view.” 

He wasn’t a very tall man, but what he lacked in height he made up for in misplaced confidence. He was attractive in an average sort of way. The kind of way that wouldn’t make you do a double take on the street if you saw him. However, you could give credit where credit was due. He had great hair. It was thick and raven in color and combed in an almost meticulous way. 

“Welcome to Brass Knuckles. How can I help you today, sir?” you say, biting back your new found annoyance.

“I have a 5:00 P.M. appointment with Miller. I decided to come in early to warm up and I’m happy that I did. What’s your name?”

You ignore his inquiry about your name and take a seat in your chair. When you check the schedule you see his name, Ed Brunson, under the 5 o’clock spot.

“Ed? Let me get you checked in. Benny will be with you once he finishes with his 4 o’clock.”

“You can call me Eddie, darlin’.”

“Want me to put it in your file or what?” Now unable to hide your disdain. 

“Oh you're spunky. I like that.”

Benny jogs up to the front drenched in sweat. You take advantage of his current state and ignore Brunson to grab him a water bottle. 

“Brunson, you’re on time,” He takes a gulp of water. “That’s a first.”

You watch as Benny cautiously looks between you and Brunson as he polishes off the refreshing drink.

“I was just trying to get acquainted with your new receptionist here.”

“New receptionist, this is Brunson. Brunson, this is my new receptionist. Now y’all are acquainted.” His tone is flat as he says this.

You have to pretend to do something on your computer so you don’t snort at Benny’s ‘in depth’ introduction of you.

“I don’t get to know her name, Miller?”

“Did you come here to practice runnin’ your mouth or to practice throwin’ your fists?”

Brunson chuckles lightly and holds his hands up in defeat. You dare to glance up at the two men and see a weird tension in between them. Another guest walks in so Brunson takes it as his queue to head back into the gym. Benny stays up there with you as you scan the new guests card. 

“What was all that about?” you question when the two of you are alone again. 

“I don’t fuckin’ like that guy. I’ve been itchin’ for a reason to ban him from this place. Did he- did he say anything to you before I got here?”

“Just regular run of the mill meathead shit I suppose.”

“Are you sure?” He presses.

“I’m fine, Benny, really.”

“But you’ll let me know?”

“Yes, I’ll let you know. I’m a big girl though. I can handle myself. Now you better get back there, you wouldn’t want to keep that peach of a man waiting.”

He laughs, but seems a bit wary of your answer. You wave at him as he walks into what you’re sure will be a very strange session. Before you forget, you make sure to color code Brunson’s name in a bright shade of red.

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You’re grateful when 7:30 P.M. finally rolls around. You think you could classify your first day here as a success. It may have droned on at times, but you had Benny to keep you company which made all the difference in the world. As you put the last of your things in your tote bag you make a mental note to bring some stuff from home to jazz up your desk. After all, Benny did say that you could make the desk your own. Maybe a cute potted plant in that corner, a new pen jar up there, an air freshener right here? You’re mapping it all out in your head when you see a tired looking white pickup truck pull into the almost empty lot. Three men get out and start heading in your direction. They aren’t dressed for a workout-? Oh fuck they’re Benny’s friends.

The closer they get to the door, the more easily you are able to identify them based on the photo in the laundry room. You don’t know why you have a knot in your stomach all of a sudden. You feel completely crazy for being so jittery over their approaching presence. The man Benny referred to as ‘Pope’ walks in first, followed by Will and then Frankie. You stand, a bit awkwardly, when they approach the front desk. 

“Well you must be the reason my wallet is a lot lighter than it usually is.” Pope theorizes as he leans his forearms on the desk. He’s got a playful grin plastered on his salt and peppered face when he speaks to you.

“Guilty,” you confess. “You must be Pope or Santiago. I’m not really sure which one I’m allowed to call you.”

“You can call me whichever one you’d like. Did Benny give you an exposé on all of us?”

“Kissing and telling wouldn’t be a good way to end my first day, don't ‘cha think?” 

Will laughs heartily as he steps up to greet you next. “William Miller,” you shake the hand he offers you. “I hope Benny wasn’t too much to handle today.”

“Actually he was really helpful, but I’m getting the sense that's not always the case with him.” 

All three men shake their heads in confirmation with your statement. Last to approach you is Frankie. You feel your heartbeat quicken as you realize he is much more handsome in person. His eyes also look considerably sadder than they were in the picture. 

“And you must be Frankie-”

“Hey boys!” 

Benny comes barreling out from behind the brick wall and greets each man with a bear hug. You smile when you see the love each of them has for one other. It’s really nice to see a group of men express that so readily. When Benny makes his way to Frankie the two of you make eye contact. Something about those deep brown eyes on you makes your ears hot and you have to look away. 

“So whaddya think?” Benny says to you when he finally lets Frankie go.

“The picture Benny has in the laundry room doesn’t do y’all justice.”

“Well I could say the same thing about you.” Pope quips.

Your jaw hangs open and you turn your attention to Benny. “So thats why you asked for a fucking photo the other night! You little shit!”

“No! No! You saw that I set it as your login picture! It was Frankie’s idea anyhow!”

“You!?” you snap your head towards Frankie who looks like he has just seen a ghost.

“Don’t you fucking pin that on me, Benny! I just told you how to ask for it in a non creepy way! Pope was the one who originally wanted it!”

“Pope!” you whine in his direction. 

“Okay. Okay. The buck stops here. You caught me. I got curious and couldn’t help myself.” 

“And I guess you were just along for the ride then, huh, Will?”

“That’s usually how it goes.” He shrugs innocently. 

Benny continues talking with his friends while you log out of the computer and shut it down for the night. As you do this, you can’t help but feel like there are eyes on you. You keep your own gaze on the computer and listen in. You hear Benny so it can’t be him. Pope just made a snide comment so it isn’t him either. There Will goes laughing up a storm at what Pope just said. The only one it could be is…

“Are you going to be joining us at the bar tonight?” Pope queries. 

“I’m flattered, really, but I have a previous engagement.”

“You’re breaking my heart.”

“Lay off, Pope.” Will gives him a playful shove. “Well the invitation doesn’t expire, so maybe when you’re free next?”

“Thanks guys. I’ll keep that in mind for sure. It was really nice to meet y’all!”

Everyone says their goodbyes as Will, Frankie, and Pope head out the door towards The Barrel. You swear you see Frankie turn around one last time before he gets bathed in the darkness of the night. Then it’s just you and Benny again. The way it started.

“So? How was your first day?”

He happily walks across the parking lot with you to your car after insisting that you shouldn’t go alone. You take a deep breath of the humid night air and feel it clearing out your lungs. 

“Besides the intense and constant smell of male body odor it wasn’t half bad.” 

“Oh, fuck off.”

“No, I’m dead serious. We have got to do something about that.”

He waits patiently for you to get in your car and crank the engine on. You look up at him before you drive away, but you see him motioning for you to roll your window down. 

“Yeah?”

He rests his forearms where your window disappeared into your car. “I’m glad you want to stick around. I’m even more glad you got along with my friends. We’re kind of a fucked up bunch. But I swear we are cool once you get to know us.”

You smile sadly at him as you pull out of the parking lot. He follows behind your car as you exit the lot and get into the street. Then he crosses over to the bar on his own. You watch him in your rearview mirror until you can no longer tell the difference between him and the shadows. Part of you wants to turn around, join them at their table, and see where the night takes you. It would be so freeing. It would be exactly what you need. Unfortunately, your better judgment takes over and you punch your dads address into your GPS. Maybe you will award yourself that luxury another night. You pull out your phone and press on your dads contact before your silly, little heart tips the scale inside your brain in its favor. 

“Hey, are you still awake?”

“Well I answered the phone didn’t I?” he says sarcastically.

“Touché, dad. I’m headed your way right now.”

“Did you make any friends today?”

You feel a coy smile play across your lips before you speak. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I did actually.”

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[hotheadrednecksimmer]

Possibility - Struck by Love Legacy Challenge - Season 2, Episode 31

TW: Dealing with grief, pregnancy loss

Naomi stayed mainly in the nursery that her and Leo had set up for the incoming twins. Naomi found herself sitting in this room all day long until it was dark enough outside to deem that it was bedtime. Leo attempted to persuade her to shower, eat, or do anything but sit in the room but she wouldn't budge. She was sitting with guilt, anger, grief and somehow sitting in the room that her twins would live in, in their first few years of their life made her feel better. She imagined them sitting up by themselves for the first time, saying their first words, crawling, and even taking their first steps. Naomi picture both of them with Leo's dark curls and his blue eyes. She couldn't picture any part of herself in her twins, just Leo. The deserving parent who wanted them from the beginning. She kept spiraling in her thoughts of blaming herself for where they are now.

Leo knew he needed to do something, he wasn't getting to her so he did the next best thing. He called her mom.

Leo: Hey Mrs. Pina, It's Leo.

Maeve: I'll never get used to you calling me that Leo, but hey, how are you and Naomi holding up?

Leo: I'm working through it best I can. Naomi on the other hand, I think I need your help. She won't respond to me, she just sits in the nursery staring at the floor, the walls, the cribs. It's like she's not even a person, just a shell.

Maeve: Star and I are on the way.

Leo: Thank you, one more thing. Do you mind staying for a few days or a week. I don't think I'm capable of doing this on my own.

Maeve: Of course honey. What you and Naomi went through was horrible, I can't imagine what either of you are feeling. It's understandable that you have to work on your own grief, I know you're married to my daughter and I should tell you to take care of her, but you have to take care of yourself to be able to take care of her down the line. You're important too Leo. You know that right?

Leo: I knew it, but it doesn't hurt hearing it again. Thank you, Maeve.

Maeve: We'll be over shortly with some bags and Cosmo. Hopefully, Bear doesn't have a fit about the cat.

Leo: Thank you.

Leo and Maeve end their phone call. Leo sighs and goes upstairs to sit outside the nursery. He couldn't bring himself to go into the room that his twins should be in. He was still recovering from learning the information that Naomi wasn't ready to be a mother. He thought that their relationship was more honest than that, if she wasn't ready maybe they could have chosen something else for them. He never wanted to put her in a position where she gave up a part of herself for him, no matter what he wanted. He loved that woman more than anything in this world. As soon as his grief was lessened, he would let Naomi know how much he loved her and have a conversation about what is important to him in their relationship. He just had to get there first.

Maeve and Star arrived to Leo and Naomi's house. Star was responsible for getting their things situated and setting up the litterbox. Maeve immediately went to the nursery to talk to Naomi.

Maeve: Hey honey.

Naomi just rocked back in forth in the rocking chair, not even glancing at her mother.

Maeve: Naomi, honey, it's me mom.

Naomi looks at her mom and back at the floor.

Maeve: Honey, I know things are not okay but you have to get up and take care of yourself. You smell and you need to brush your hair, maybe your teeth.

Naomi: What's the point?

Maeve: It won't lessen the pain of losing the twins, but it will make you feel better in some aspect.

Naomi: Grace and Graham. They would've been 6 weeks old today.

Maeve: Grace and Graham are 6 weeks old in the afterlife, you'll see them again one day.

Naomi: I want them here with me and Leo where I know there are safe.

Maeve: Honey, they are safe. They never knew pain, physical or the pain of this world. They were born in perfect love.

Naomi: It's all my fault mom. I didn't want them. I was so scared and selfish. I killed them.

Maeve: Nothing you did harmed them Naomi, you didn't cause it.

Naomi just stared at her mom. She couldn't bring herself to tell her mom the horrible thing she did after she left college. She had been pregnant before, but she wasn't ready to be a parent then either. She had taken care of the problem. She never told Leo, even now, he still didn't know that they would have a child that was about 5 now. She didn't tell anyone.

Maeve: Come on now, let's get up and shower and change clothes.

Naomi: No.

Maeve: Nay, this isn't okay, you have to take care of yourself. Grace and Graham wouldn't want you to let yourself go and waste away. It's not fair to them or to Leo. Leo is struggling with this to.

Naomi: Is that who invited you here?

Maeve: Yes, he loves you and wants the best for you. He couldn't get through to you so he thought I could help.

Naomi: He needs me too?

Maeve: Yes, nay. He's your husband and he needs you to deal with this grief. If you came together and leaned on each other, it's not going to make it okay but it's going to help.

Naomi: Okay, I'll shower and change. I'm not brushing my hair though.

Maeve: One thing at a time.

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[bubblydalya]

Chapter 4 - strange behavior

Memories

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2010 - Dalia - 10 years

I was sitting in a chair, my hands and legs were tightly tied up. I didn't know what was happening at the time, they injected some shiny blue liquid into my body and that's how it started....the Mutation.

It hurt's at first but by the time you get used to it, if it's not really a big physical change, it doesn't hurt much.but I was still a kid, my body was....so little and weak

"What did you do to me?!"

I shouted, not knowing why am I tied up to a chair, plus they put something into me something that's starting to feel like a fire under my skin.

"Don't worry little one, it's just a little medicine, you will be better in a moment"

I started to tear up crocodile tears and then I blacked out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Now

' ... it's a warning. '

Since the incident with Lex, we haven't spoke to each other (if it wasn't something serious). Not that I care that much, I have better things to do....

Like finding out what's going on with Willow and why is Jasper so distance from me?

Willow came back from somewhere and he's like a whole new person, he was mostly kind person, talkative and caring.

Now, he is strange... I must say, he became cold to EVERYONE, even dr. Reese. That Mother fucker had a CRUSH on her! I tried to talk to him, but he wont even respond! I even tried to push his buttons but nothing happed.

His physical appearance changed too, not that much, but the little details..

He has dark circles under eyes, his veins are darker like he has frickin' dark blood or something, and every night he's going to the laboratory under school.

I at least got it together with Jasper, I think...

"Jasper, please open the door!"

I whispered/shouted, knocking on the door. "Please, I have to talk to you about Willow!" When I mentioned him she finally opened the door. "Dalia! What the hell do you want?" Jas. said still half sleeping. She eventually let me in after I told her my suspicions about Willows behavior.

We talked, almost all night, and not just one. We gathered all info about Willows strange behavior and new routine. This whole situation made us bond. Although I don't say it much....ever, I wouldn't know waht to do without her, she's my best and only friend in this miserable place.

Now we have a day-off school and laboratory things (dr. Reese suggested it to other Doctors to increase good mood, and they agreed) so we now hang out somewhere out off their sight planning what should we do about Willow, it has been over a month since we started to ehm take a closer look at his routine...

YES we were stalking him.. a little, for good cause of course!

We were talking behind a building where are our rooms.

"You know we can't stalk him from afar forever, we have to investigate further."

"I know Jas, but how? There are cameras everywhere!" I replied frustrated. Both of was were thinking for a couple of minutes then Jasper got an idea 💡.

"How about we knock down some doctor, I shapeshift to look like the doc and go after Willow?" "Hm...it would be difficult to find the right doctor that would go to same destination as Willow. And still it would be hard to be unseen by a camera. We know that at some time he goes to a lab and is there all night, they are gonna make me go to a lab tomorrow.. I could try to not black - out, sneak somehow out and hide until is Willows time to go to lab.... How does that sounds?"

Jasper took my idea in for a few seconds and answered: " You know.. it's extremely risky to do that?"

"Yep"

"You would be punished" Jas stammered out.

"Uhuh"

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"Still wiling to do it" I mocked her with a smile on my face leaning closer to her. She just went from worried to annoyed.

" Are you clinically insane or incredibly annoying?"

"Don't know, probably both" I just smirked at her rolling eyes. Then in the evening we went to our rooms, Lex was already there. We still didn't talk, only when we needed to.

Now I'm after shower doing my routine in my pajama pants and bra, when I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"What is it?" I responded loudly for Lex to hear me. Then I come out the bathroom to be greeted by Jasper in front of me ( and Lex on her bed sharpening her katana)

"Hey Jas what's going on?"

"I a..... Am I disturbing... something?"

I glanced at her confused, then it kinda hit me..... I'm only in my bra and pajama pants.

"No, not at all, I was just goin' out of the shower. Why are you here, I thought we discussed everything."

Jasper's face look so red, is she sick??

"I just wanted to do a recap.. but I think we got e-everything sorted. I should go now-"

Then we just stared to each others eyes, until Lex did that weird "uhm" 'cough'.

Our gaze went to her, she just gave me a look to eather go out the room with Jasper or that J. should go herself.

I just rolled my eyes at her and she escorted Jasper out the room.

" You can tell me that before breakfast, after that they're gonna escort me into lab-" she looked like she zoned out so I snapped my fingers in front of her eyes.

She blinked and.... Blushed???

"- you good??"

"Yea, I just.. um..you never had let me see you without a shirt so I was taken back my your fit posture, it's kinda hot ngl"

She mumbled the last part, but I still heard her. "I'll take that as a compliment then" Then she gave me that warm smile that even sun can't match. "You should"

I chuckled at her response "thanks" I smiled back "Bye tomorrow" "Bye"

I closed the door, wanted to go back to bathtoom, but Lex's word's stopped me.

"She seems to like you"

I raised an eyebrow while looking at her.

"What do you mean by that? And since when you decided to talk to me? She calmly put down her katana to it's place next to her bed. "I'm symply saying that she seems to like you and I talked to you when it was needed, so I don't know what's the problem"

"The problem is that I know nothing about you, you're my fuckin roomate, we share this room- this is our home."

"You call this place home?"

My offended ass came closer to her complaining "Hey! I had put ALOT of effort into this room, I practicality build it!"

There was a silence after my little speech. Lex was looking kinda confused about what I said...and then she replied with:

"I meant this whole place, they are keeping us in here making experiments on us, don't you understand? This place is not home, home is with your family not with doctors and guards."

My expression changed from offended to pale and maybe a little sad, but only a little.

"The only person that I got is Jasper, my friend. I have no family out there-"

"-don't bring this up again"

[pandemichub]

I'd love people to write in in response to this post. I'll share my own story to get things started.

Before the pandemic started I had just started to get on the right track after an apartment fire 3 years ago at the time. Everything was thrown off by that and I developed PTSD from the event. My health and mental health conditions were well managed, including my agoraphobia and I was in good health.

Even as I sheltered in place for approximately 3 years and only did essential activities and went to essential places I still contracted covid. Sadly my carer brought it into my home and I've suffered with long covid immediately subsequent to my acute infection ever since (August 28th 2022).

It's turned my life upside down. I had planned on starting to ride my bike and now it sits in my apartment untouched. I struggle to walk, sit and balance especially for prolonged periods, at the ripe age of 31. An issue I didn't have before remotely.

And yet doctors keep mentioning anxiety, that it's not conclusive despite not studying up to date literature and published research on covid and long covid. I have no purpose for my shoes much either because travel is taxing on my body. In fact I've been at my mom's house for almost a month because I'm not well enough to return home.

Even paid my rent and electric digitally. My patio remains unoccupied, partly because I don't want harassment about wearing a mask outdoors but also would rather not see my neighbors. One of which harassed me and my carer after coming back from a very stressful dentist appointment with appalling covid safety and not having slept that day.

My computer collecting dust, partly due to the winter storm a couple months or so ago that knocked out my power and messed up the boot sequence, but also not being able to sit at and use it without swaying, heart palpations, feeling faint, and for long periods.

My kitchen sink, cooking utensils and ware goes unused most of the time because my new illness has largely robbed me of the energy and focus to prepare and cook meals. And my apartment tends to occupy me or my one support staff because of my fear of a repeat incident of someone bringing disease into my house. A disease that if I catch again well may kill me, or, faster.

My shower usually is dry as a bone, baths and showers leave me flaring and wiped for days. My hair products sit frequently untouched as I'm too exhausted to brush, braid, cover and moisturize my hair. As do my free weights and elastic PT bands. Ever since I got sick I lack stamina, experience shortness of breath (I had asthma but it was well controlled), my heart rate spikes and I can't exercise in any way that would hit targets or be beneficial.

And still my doctor recommends physical therapy despite telling her all this. And worst of all won't give me a long covid diagnosis. She kicked me to specialist.

Specialist who are already booked out, and whose schedules and patient lists keep lengthening because of the sharp and continued rise in long covid. Knowing it could take months for me to get a diagnosis this route and even longer to get new disability aids I need if I even get documents and approvals at all.

That I can't possibly afford because I'm dirt poor. To add pain to injury, I was disabled before this. And I understood the seriousness of covid and long covid. And took every precaution. But in a society that's a threat to life and safety, I was only as safe as everyone else was and is.

Which means I wasn't and still am not. Not only do I have whatever implications and damage short and long term from my first bout of illness, I constantly have the threat of reinfections and death everyday.

And finally, I have no use for many of the chairs in my home as my brain, neck and spine struggle to keep me upright. My body is in some ways new to me and after 3 plus decades in it, I have to learn it all over again.

And am confronted with no longer being able to do what I once did (possibly ever again) with great sadness nor test limits without high risk and unpredictable results. And it is a terrible, deeply off putting, arrogant and cruel insult to hear people write off or outright deny long covid exists and call long covid a cold. It fucking isn't.

Anyway that's my story.

[redheadspark]

hey for the spring prompts could i request 24 with jack russel 🫶🫶

A/N - This is a great one for our wolf boy. Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Hear Me

Summary - It's hard to get Jack to listen to you, but he does.

Warnings - This has had plenty of angst but some fluff in the end :)

"Jack, calm down please,"

"How can I calm down with what you just told me?!"

You were sitting at the kitchen table as you were watching Jack pace back and forth, seeing the heat still in his eyes as he was biting his nails on one hand as his other was perched on his hip. You had nothing else to do but wait, knowing that storming out or yelling back at him was going to make this fight worse. Was it even a fight? it didn't feel like it to you since you were telling him your own opinion.

He merely asked, and he didn't like what he was hearing.

Jack came back recently, covered and scratches and bruises along his skin and the look of pure fatigue on his face as he came crashing into your home in the wee hours of the morning. Apart from the physical signs that the job went south, you read his energy as he was standing in the cold shower with his head hung and his eyes closed in defeat. Just this body language alone you knew it was a bad job, and you were inwardly hating that he would take these risky jobs over and over. It wasn't just because the money was amazing, which it was.

Jack had a great heart and barely turned a job away, he would take any one that was brought in front of him and make sure the job was done. Most of the time it was minor and fine, but the hard ones and the ones that would place his own life in danger made you worry. So after he slept off this recent job and got some energy in him, you calmly and gently told him that he should take a break from jobs and get some rest.

It was safe to say Jack didn't take that easily.

"Jack, honey, I need you to listen to me," You said again to him as he huffed and plopped down on the chair across from you, his head in his hands and you felt the tension along the top of his skin, "I merely said that you should take a break,"

"You said I should stop monster hunting," Jack said while still hiding his face in his hands.

"I didn't mean it like that," You reminded him soothingly as you wished you could reach across and take his hand in your own, "Just a break, maybe for a month or two. What I saw last night, when you came home and you were so close to collapsing in the shower, that scared me, Jack. I have seen you beaten up and banged up before, and I bit my tongue. But last night was the line in the sand, and I can't.....I can't watch you kill yourself,"

Jack finally looked up, seeing you looking at your now cold coffee cup with a few fresh tears in your eyes. You wouldn't say anything in the past since you knew he would handle himself. You hated that he would go to great lengths to finish a job, and having to suffer through plenty of ice baths and late-night ER runs for wounds that neither you nor Jack couldn't mend. But you loved him too much to leave him, to have him mend on his own.

"Amor, Amor I am so so sorry," He said to you as he laced your fingers together and clutched your fingers tight, then scooting over his chair to be next to you and hugging you close as you tried to fight back the tears in your eyes, "I didn't mean to have you worry over me or to bring you distress. I never thought you would....that I did....this is my fault,"

"It's not," you hiccuped against his chest, "It's not your fault"

"Making you cry is my fault," he said as he pulled your head away to stare at you. The hurt was there on his face, you felt his thumbs trace your tears away and his eyes pouring into your own, "I'll take a break, okay? You're right, I can't keep doing this to myself when I know it's going to make you feel worse. I'll take a break for now: no more monster hunting and no more jobs for a few months. Deal?"

You nodded and he held you close that night, never once letting you go or feeling as though your pleas were on deaf ears.

He heard you, loud and clear.

The End

Spring Prompt Session

[a-pretty-damn-good-narrator]

"I'M SORRY THEY WHAT!"

In all of the hundreds of races, they were the least deadly. While this was true the reason they were the least deadly was because they were a threat to only ONE species, us

We're allergic to their pheromones. They don't know it but it's lethal to even exist nearby. No one believes us when we say we physically can't stand next to one or we die, but it's the case.

Within minutes the judge died of a seizure, everyone went into panic trying to find out what was causing it. Autopsy showed that it was a sudden bodily reaction to a substance that stated to actively eat away at the body. They didn't believe us when we said it was their pheromones, no one did.

Every time one was appointed they died before the hearing could be said, sooner or later they gave up putting a human there. And instead put down a Wardlot instead. What made it worse was that this happened again.

Each time one of those "Firs" are elected they are always seated next to us. We lost over 80% of our voice in the civil due to them in a year. Soon we had enough.

All the humans, recently appointed and not, stood in the center of council. Everyone there was confused but simply thought they had a valid point to make.

They survived coronation, the intro, and the recent problem. I, one of those who didn't have an electric chair, stated a great case in favor of the Treyors having the ability to have FEDR rights like the rest of us. If we didn't have such a voice they wouldn't be such a great community as they are right now.

They then brought up the question of why everyone is in the middle of the council and not sitting with everyone else. I had one thing to say.

"When we sat, we died. When we stand, we live."

They did understand that, yes, the only thing they changed was us leaving our seats and we seemed to be alive. They did note that something else could be afloat.

"Ok. We planned for this. Get 20 human subjects and have them STAND infront of our seats"

They abliged. They brought out 20 subjects and put them at our seats, having them stand there... 16 of them died. All of which were next to the Firs; not at the same time, but owe close to one and another. Coroners came up with the same problem, "Anaphylactic Shock" or immune system collapse.

"Damning, ain't it? They all died of the same 2 causes the others did and we've been saying they it's their pheromones"

The council leader said it could have been something else

"Ok. Ms. Dræs of the first, stand at my chair please"

She walks over, passing by another person as they stand next to the test subject at my chair. Both die, one right after the other, of the same problems.

"Like I told you. DAMNING"

The council leader disagreed, saying it could be calone

"Agree just showered and they don't use "Calone" sir"

CL said that it couldn't be pheromones because it works simply be to dumb to be that of all things.

"We've ran hundreds of tests and did one live for you right here! Do I need to show you my desperation!? Or do you just want...."

"You just want me to die"

CL panicked. It only made sense why he wanted us dead, we're the only threat to their kind so if they got rid of us they'd be scott free.

"You want humans to die, you're the one in control of seating charts, you put them specifically next to us and make a big deal and everything to make it happen"

Everyone suddenly looked. They were confused why to beleive. The all trusting and powerful CL or the humans who just called on their BS.

Beleive or not we found a cure... for the Firs. Sure to the FDRS we had we were able to check his notes, diary, abode, everything; DAMNING evidence of him trying to kill us off, planning this all, and even convincing the Firs they they had to take a pill to enter everything.

Reverse engineering the pill at found out that it alters the DNA, making the Firs become walking poison gas clouds for humans. He used chemical warfare on us.

More evidence proves that the whole society approved of this, so much research and supplies. Galactic rule says we can either commit legal genocide or, what we choose, lethal slavery is the whole race. We know better than to kill them all.

This actually ended well for anyone. They never got much coverage or laws for then so then becoming ours was great! Some of the humans even like them allot, maybe to much. Me? I got to keep the old CL on a leash. I know it's a bad look for me but damn what be must feel would be shit.

We shall got a lot more credit. We are known for making shit up occasionally but finally they understood where we take pranks to and created a whole chart for determining if it's a prank or not.

The Firs did better too, so did humans. Neither of us had any weaknesses and we created a federation together

There is only one alien race that humans fear; a race that can send them into a panic almost immediately. It just so happens that race was voted the most harmless in the universe. One was recently voted a seat in the intergalactic council next to the human judge, who was silently shaking.

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

The great regular sleep experiment 2024 part "accident prone"

T~T

So yesterday was rough. And eventful.

I can't blame forgetting to check if things were open on Monday on the poor sleep because I never fucking remember Victorias day or labour day or whatever other monday things are inexplicably closed.

But yesterday, groceries done or not, not only did I forget a bunch of stuff while doing groceries, again, which for me isn't normal [I have a system for groceries], but I injured myself a lot and got covered in cherry related acidic beverage in two separate incidents.

First, I dropped a cherry cola pack at the store on my way out and ended up walking home covered in cherry cola. I don't drop my groceries, no matter how much it seems like I should.

And then last night happened.

Just after checking my window fan was secure... it fell down and knocked -what would usually be an empty cup but was currently filled with 7 frozen cherries and a liter of cold water with a bit of lemon juice- all over my keyboard and blue yeti mic, and myself.

So I had to flip and unplug my keyboard due to it being full of sticky water.

And it finally shorted out the half broken cord for my blue yeti.

So I finally had to dig out and plug in my speakers. Which mean moving my computer... Which meant putting a glass glass in the sink, which meant reaching over the last glass glass I broke to do it because I had to lift my chair out of the way of everything to get my speakers out of the drawer [don't ask], which meant cutting my finger.

Like a small paper cut but like made with glass and very enthusiastic about bleeding while I am trying to plug something in behind my computer.

This was not 20 minutes after the last time I cut myself... Because all day my flesh had been sticking to this poster frame I have with bristol board in it taped to the side of my filing cabinet [as a whiteboard], and then like... Violently tearing off sharp pieces of plastic whenever I moved? And so now there was this big jagged edge of plastic right next to me that seemed like -surely- it was out of the way and I could deal with the whole thing later... But no, I went to sit down and somehow -from completely the opposite angle you would expect- cut my arm to bleeding on the -only vaguely sharp for plastic- edge.

This was on top of everything deciding all at once that it needs to obsessively try to fall out of other places, such as the small freezer on the top of my fridge, the counter next to my desk, and the fucking window sill with the fan in it...

AND!!! My fucking, the goddamned pj pants I just sewed up the knee of re-tore 4 SEPARATE times! Last night!

And my injuries from last monday or whatever and the moving of things from saturday are still only half healed.

Unless the universe is trying to deliver me cherry scented death by any excuse of physics imaginable [cherry scented inconvenience maybe??] I have to think that this must all be coordination issues and knock on effects from being too tired to judge anything properly.

Anyway I had to take two separate "I am sticky with something containing cherry specifically" showers yesterday which I imagine the neighbours didn't care for.

baptize me in fuckign cherry juice idk...

So I need to replace my blue yeti cord, if not take it apart and fix both jacks, if it still works right at all. I do not have a mic until I do.

The jack on my fiox3 is still so worn it won't play music to headphones.

My headphones are on their last included cord and have mo pleather left

My graphics card is failing and my case needs repairs...

All around there's a bunch of tech I -really- need to repair or replace unless I want it to all fail on me at once at the most inconvenient possible time...

And anyway I didn't fall asleep until after 2 am. I woke up at my alarm and snoozed it like 20 times before getting up...

[anonymityisfunwriter]

Two Sides of The Same Coin - Chapter 28: "Exile"

"I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending..."

Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes

CW: Blood, Gunshot wounds.

It tears right through your midsection, your blood splattering on Bucky's face.

He lets out a guttural, helpless scream when he feels your blood on his face. He looks up to see you standing there, blood staining your shirt. Even though it feels like he can't breathe, suddenly there’s not a force on Earth strong enough to keep him away from you.

He couldn’t say how exactly he did it, how he tore through all those men surrounding the two of you, but in the blink of an eye he's standing in front of you, eyes wild and screaming at the top of his lungs, "Help! Someone help!"

"James," you choppily exhale, your eyes widened, still standing completely frozen in shock. Your knees give out from beneath as Bucky grabs you to drag you away from the thick of the action. The shock doesn't wean, your breaths coming quicker and quicker. He knows you're about to crash, "James."

He ignores you, his hands pressing down frantically trying to find the wound to stop the bleeding. "I need help!"

"It's okay," you choppily whisper.

"Goddammit, I need help here!"

"I'm just gonna.." you start shutting your eyes. "I'll be alright."

He harshly grabs your face, your skin quickly losing color. "Damn it, you keep your eyes open!"

"Okay," you wheeze, though your eyes are already shutting again.

"No, no, no, no...," he desperately pleads, shaking you roughly. "Someone help me!" 

It's only seconds that pass, but to Bucky it feels like hours. Like it's been hours that he's holding your wound, screaming at the top of his lungs for help, listening to each shaky exhale.

And then time seems to pass too quickly.

Sam looking bewildered, throwing himself on his knees next to Bucky as he frantically tries to help you.

Even Steve looked broken at the sight of you lying there in the middle of the woods, bleeding out right in front of them. 

Then, Steve and Sam both shouting orders at every single person around them.

Putting you on a stretcher.

Steve holding him back as they wheel you into surgery. 

And he's so sure that was the last time he's ever going to see you again. He's positive that he's never going to hear your laugh again, feel you climb into his bed or feel your arms around him, he's never going to feel the warmth of your sun-drenched presence, or the peaceful happiness that you gave him.

He's never going to have any of it ever again. 

“Damn it,” Bucky shouts, his real hand flying into a hospital wall. There’s a large crack in the cement wall from Bucky’s fist. The nurses in the surrounding area all look bewildered at the commotion and damage, and all look equally ready to call security.

“Uh, we’ll pay for that,” Sam appeases, pulling Bucky away from the damaged wall and into the waiting room. Despite Sam feeling as broken as Bucky looks, he sits him down in a chair.

Sam's mind whirls with rampant thoughts. Just this morning, you were fine. And now you're- Sam can't even think about it. It makes him want to crumple on to the floor, and if he does, he's not sure that he'll ever get up again. 

Bucky’s not paying attention and barely even notices that Steve is still there with him and Sam. "Buck, why don't you go take a shower? You've got blood all over you," Steve gently suggests.

"No," he responds numbly.

"Come on," Steve tries again, tugging at his arm to pull him out of the chair. "I'll let you know if there's any updates."

"No," he exhales, his eyes staring at the vacant wall in front of him. "I need to be here."

"You're covered in her blood," Steve gently reminds him.

"Exactly," Bucky snaps, ripping his arm out of Steve's hold. "Her blood is on my hands. It's my fault she's lying there."

"That's not-"

"That bullet was meant for me," he seethes, his jaw clenched so tightly that it physically hurts. "You and I both know that. I could've- I should've...I was too busy yelling at her. Distracting her. I didn't-"

"Bucky, stop. She's going to be fine."

His head snaps up showing his pained, guilt-ridden expression. "I told you no."

He sits there, neither Sam nor Steve try and say anything else. They leave him be. And he sits there, his hands, face, clothes caked in your blood. He doesn't have it in him to cry, to say anything, he just feels empty. He knows people are staring at him, security keeping one eye at him at all times, he can't bring himself to care. He just lost the person he loved most. 

He just keeps staring. He's not sure how long has passed when in his peripheral, he sees the doctor approach, he's vaguely aware of the words she's saying, “She sustained massive internal injuries. We've stopped the bleeding- so she’s stable but still in critical condition, we’ll keep monitoring her.”

“So she’s out of the woods?” Sam asks hopefully.

“No,” the doctor apologetically says. “But she’s made it this far, which is a good sign. We do seem to be missing medical records, if any of you have any knowledge of her history or the number of her doctor-.”

“I do,” Sam quickly replies. “I can get that. Can I see her first?”

“She’s in recovery right now, then she'll be moved to the ICU, so I can’t let any of you back there at the moment. We’ll be closely monitoring her for signs of infection, any more internal bleeding. That sort of thing.”

“She, uh, she’s got a weak immune system- just so you know. If that makes any difference,” Sam offers, his voice sounding as broken as both he and Bucky feel.

The doctors nods. “I’ll make sure I let the nurses know. Anything else?”

“No, I’ll go get those records. Thank you.”

Bucky can distantly hear an exchange between Sam and Steve- where your records are, that one of them has to report back and let the team know what happened.

Then Steve leaves after offering to take care of it, leaving Sam and Bucky alone in the waiting room. They both sit there, neither of them know what to say, the weight heavy in their hearts as they wait.

And wait.

And wait. 

Next Chapter

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[xwildheart]

Never really one to blush but the blonde is now. Hearing him recall those encounters. Alice would be lying if she said she hadn't had the same thoughts these last few days. It was hard not to when at first, their entire relationship behind closed doors had been as physical as it was. She quickly grew to needing his touch not long after the whole thing started. She was just as starved as he was. A part of her wasn't sure how she was going to get by with kissing alone but, she had to do what was best for him. Her needs could come later. Not needing him though? That's never been true. Alice has needed Landon in more ways than one, in ways she's yet to really realize since she met him.

'I suppose you're right,' A tease of her own as she moves to face him fully, thoughts swimming to those moments again before she relents and moves closer to him. Because he is right. Flattery got him all of those things. But it had been genuine flattery. Not the fake nice that Hollywood is full of. 'Though I think you could have gotten to those points without the flattery,' Taking his hand in her own she gives it a gentle squeeze. If she didn't feel like she'd hurt him in some way she probably would have sat right in his lap. Except there's that underlying hesitation that she knows they both have. So she opts to drag a chair across the floor so she can sit by him. It's no use. There will never really be any attempt to keep hands to themselves. Ever.

He looks better than he did a few days ago. Scratches along his face are healing. He's not as pale and gaunt looking. Hair is still a bit of a mess but that's how it goes when one can't take a proper shower. Regardless, he's more HER Landon now than he was a few days ago. 'Darling you're going to get sick of me with all the alone time you'll have when we get you back home.' She quipped. Sticking by her words from that first day. She'd stay as long as he wanted her around. 'And start thinking about what you'd like for dinner. Ordering out tonight. No cooking for you.' Cause she'd heard through the grapevine that he enjoyed cooking. But he needed to rest, as much as she knew that he was going to rebel against that.

“It got me somewhere,” the director drawled, keeping eyes on the blonde as she continued to move. There’s been something ethereal about her since day one. Something in the way of all things encompassing the model turned actress. An actress that he made by casting but in reality she was made for it with or without him. Glad to have her with instead of the opposite sure. But he knows she doesn’t need him. She can do anything she wants. Nobody is gonna stop her because she’s a fucking sensation. “It got me you pressed up against a wall. Into your dressing room. It got me you on top of me in my mustang on the trail of the Hollywood Sign.” Landon’s tone dove deep into those memories. A touch of hardcore seduction, lust and an entirety of good vibes kept him sane. Fuck he wants her but he’s in no shape for that is he?

Pretty funny how he can think about it right after he was found half dead in that nut’s home, huh? Landon shook his head. “Guess I gotta keep my hands to myself. Doctor’s orders.” A half joke accompanied with a snort and a laugh. He held his hand out to Alice despite his words. “Hey, come here,” the man had an edge to his voice that’s keeping him from diving into thoughts on how fucked he is currently. “Come on closer baby.” If a nurse walks in he’s using the out of his head and horny excuse.

Landon chuckled. Pain killers are still swimming in his head. He knows that’s part of why he isn’t so lost to the course of hell. Plus she’s here and god does he enjoy the fact she wants to be. At least for now is what’s in his head. Cause he can feel how fucking useless he really is at the moment. If he could take it all back he would. Never get kidnapped. Maybe he would have convinced Alice he was an asshole and it didn’t mean what she thought when he left. They would have had that meeting at his home and maybe they would have fucked. Shit no. Made love cause that’s what it is with her. It’s all love with the bells and whistles. It’s every damn thing he never had with any other woman. It’s singularly HER. “I need some alone time with you before she gets here.” He’s starving just to feel her close. He needs this dopamine more than he ever realized. @xwildheart // prev

[tired-teacher-blog]

Title : My one and only

Chapters : (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

Status : Ongoing

Characters : Pro hero Bakugo/ Pro hero fem reader

Genre : fluff/ will contain angst and smut in future chapters.

Summary : You’ve known Bakugo for many years, but never were you close, not even when you started dating him. However things change one night when you invite him over for dinner.

How will your relationship with the pro hero progress after that?

Please do not read if you’re a minor

NSFW content ahead

Explaining y/n’s quirk : Telekinesis is your quirk. You’re able to move objects mentally at a distance without the need to make any physical contact. You were able -through training- to develop your ability and use it on yourself in order to be able to fly.

Your power comes with a cost, since using it for extended periods of time leaves you mentally drained, but you’re constantly working on improving your stamina.

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

AO3

Previously

And even though you made it sound like an easy task to tackle, deep down you knew that you’ll be going through hard times..

Chapter 4 :

_ "This is exhausting." Katsuki sighed in frustration, as he leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.

It has been the same for the past few weeks ever since the heroes learned about the villains' headquarters being nowhere else than the middle of the city.

Everyone has been working day and night to find a way to bring down the organization without jeopardizing civilians' lives.

And Katsuki's face was enough proof. The deepening dark circles under his eyes as well as his unshaven face and messy hair said it all.

_ "Can I come in?" You spoke softly from the other side of the door.

_ "Yeah come in." His groggy tired voice signaled to you to enter his office.

You smiled as soon as your eyes met his, and walked right into his extended arms.

_ "Hey trouble maker." That was his nickname for you, ever since the day you threatened the chief of police to sue him when he asked the heroes to hand over their findings and withdraw from the case because they were unable to "come up with something good" as he had put it. That day Katsuki's heart swelled with pride.

_ "Come on that's enough work for today." You murmured against his fluffy hair as he pulled you on his lap and rested his face in the crook of your neck.

_ "I can't leave now, we're working against the clock." He sounded understandably worn out and it broke your heart that you were unable to comfort him, so you decided to push a little further this time because he really needed some rest.

_ "Please Katsuki do it for me, have a break just for tonight." You ran your fingers through his hair before continuing "Let's go home, have dinner together and watch a movie or something.. just anything to take your mind off of work." You practically pleaded and he could easily sense your anguish.

_ "Alright babe, let's go to my place tonight"

You giggled feeling his soft lips against your skin as he spoke, and you could relax a little knowing that he was finally willing to take it easy.

You finished dinner and each took a shower before settling down on his comfy couch.

You felt a little awkward since you were wearing one of his t shirts that barely covered your upper thighs. Him on the other hand was having a blast, sitting you down on his lap and caressing your luscious legs as the smell of his own shampoo tickled his senses everytime he nuzzled your hair.. he wouldn't trade it for the world.

_ "So, what do you wanna watch?" He mumbled softly, placing gentle kisses behind your ear.

_ "Umm.. anything.. anything is fine." You didn't mean to sound nervous but you did.

You were suddenly aware of the position you two were in. Sure, you've been fairly intimate before, hell! His lips have been to places on your body no one else's were allowed to be, but for some reason it felt different tonight. You were overly sensitive to his touch.

Was it due to exhaustion? Or maybe because you weren't able to be alone together for a while.. whatever the reason, it got you all worked up.

And apparently Katsuki was able to sense your discomfort since you kept fidgeting on top of him.

_ "Hey beautiful what's the matter?"

_ "No! It's nothing really!" Your response came out louder and stiffer than you intended it to be, and it was enough for him to understand that something was up. He didn't ask again though, he settled for pulling you even closer to him and wrapping one arm around your waist while the other was still lazily tracing your legs.

You wanted to explain yourself but what exactly were you supposed to say? To be honest, the idea of sex had been running through your mind for a while, but you were never brave enough to bring it up.

And Katsuki has always been careful with you, always treated you right and never pushed you to do anything you're not comfortable doing.

So it was up to you to voice your desire, but you were too embarrassed to do so.

_ "Katsuki.." You stopped after uttering his name because you had no idea how to proceed, and moved to straddle him instead.

His eyes widened at first, he thought you two were about to watch something on TV so what was happening?

You tried as best as you could to keep your composure, but failed miserably. You cupped his cheeks in your shaky hands and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

You felt his fingers stroking your sides as if attempting to ease your nerves, and indeed it worked. You suddenly felt a little braver so you smiled and kissed him again, passionately, deeply, and he groaned into your mouth before nibbling on your lower lip teasingly.

_ "What's up with you tonight babe? You've never been so persistent." His eyes were heavy and kind of intimidating, but you couldn't back down before letting him know what you wanted.

You pressed your hips down on him and moved in slow circles.

_ "I want you." Simple as that! You knew your words would do something, he flinched in surprise and moved back a little looking for any signs of playfulness because honestly, he didn't think you truly meant any of it.. he found none.

_ "You.. you want to.." It was the first time that you ever saw his flustered side and you loved it.

_ "Yes, I do." You answered much more confident, and moved your hand down to ghost over his awakening bulge.

_ "Ahh fuck.." He breathed out, forehead resting on your shoulder "You better not change your mind gorgeous."

_ "I would never! I'm dead serious, I want.. Wait! I'm about to fall Katsuki!" He gave you no chance to finish your sentence and immediately cupped your butt cheeks and lifted you up carrying you to his bedroom.

He practically threw you on his bed before staring down at you with animalistic eyes. He was going to devour you whole, you knew it and you couldn't wait any longer.

Your shirt -his shirt- rode up your thighs even higher and you desperately tried to pull it down but Katsuki's playful arms prevented you from doing so. He pinned your wrists on top of your head with one hand, while the other roamed your exposed legs, giving your flesh tempting squeezes here and there. He enjoyed having you squirming underneath him as he teased you mercilessly.. And you wanted more.

_ "Katsuki.. please.." You hoped he would understand and he did, but he wanted you to say it loud and clear.

_ "What is it beautiful? Tell me."

_ "More.. please.." That's all you could utter, and that's all he needed to hear.

He released your wrists at once and swiftly removed your shirt.

_ "Beautiful.." He breathed out gazing at you with lust filled eyes.

This wasn't a new occurrence, he had seen your naked body before, he had touched and kissed it all over, but it had always stopped there.

The realization that tonight was different, filled you both with excitement.

You instinctively spread your legs and he happily settled himself between them, leaning in further to kiss a perfect line from your throat to your cleavage.

He fondled your nipples and you arched your back moaning his name and threading your fingers through his hair.

His lips moved lower and lower and lower until they were right above your covered pussy.

He looked up smirking before grazing his teeth over your sensitive skin and biting your panties down, leaving you completely naked.

You tried to squeeze your legs together as you suddenly felt self conscious, but the strong hold on your thighs kept them apart.

_ "It's okay babe don't be shy." He cooed kissing your inner thigh before looking up again and placing a gentle peck on your gushing pussy.

He didn't want to rush anything, he wanted you to enjoy your first time with him.

His sneaky tongue prodded you, licking around your clit before sucking it hungrily.

Your hold on his hair tightened and he groaned into your core almost driving you over the edge.

You squeezed your thighs around his neck and he loved it, so much so that his hand traveled down to his hard cock, pulling it out and pumping it lazily.

His tongue carried on assaulting your fluttering pussy, slowly digging deeper into your warmth and licking around your gummy walls.

_ "Katsuki.. wait.. I can't.." You wailed arching your back and squeezing around his neck even tighter.

_ "It's fine babe let go, cum for me." His erotic words and raspy voice did it, you tensed up as your orgasm washed over you and he kept lapping at your quivering pussy until you finally settled.

_ "That was really good." He growled with a smirk, sitting up and licking his glistening lips. "Fuck you're beautiful." He breathed out and gazed at you through half lidded eyes, hand still pumping his raging hard cock as he did.

You reached out a trembling arm and touched the spewing head earning yourself a low groan and an airy "fuck".

And that seemed to have given you enough confidence to sit up and replace his hand with your own, rocking it eagerly and watching his expressions. He soon started moving against you, slowly fucking your hand. He clenched his jaw and grabbed your wrist as his pace quickened, but he suddenly yanked your hand and fell on top of you breathing heavily. And for a moment you couldn't understand the reason until he spoke into your ear:

_ "Not yet babe, not until I'm inside of you."

His words fed your anticipation but the garments between your bodies were frustrating.

_ "Katsuki.. take off your clothes." You wouldn't have dared uttering those words calmly if your face wasn't planted in his shoulder. He immediately sat up, removing his shirt and sweatpants along with his underwear before leaning back into you.

Amazing.. your hot naked bodies touching, hugging, feeling..

You kissed his shoulder and smoothed a hand along his back, marveling at the way his muscles flexed under your palm and against your chest.

One of his hands traveled under your back pulling you even closer to him, while the other caressed your leg before squeezing your luscious thigh and bringing it over his waist.

You gasped at the new position.. your pussy was flush against his cock.

This was it! This was new. You've never touched that way before and the things you were about to do finally felt real.

He sensed your anxiety and kissed it away.

_ "It's gonna be okay babe, I'll be gentle with you I promise. And if you're having second thoughts then that's fine too, we don't have to go any further tonight." His gentle voice and soft touches melted the remnant bits of hesitation left in you.

_ "No Katsuki, I don't want to stop now, I want this." You answered rolling your hips up weakly against his to make your point. And as if on cue, you felt the smooth head gently prodding your pussy while Katsuki held you securely, kissing everywhere his lips reached. His soft pecks distracted you until he was completely inside, and that's when he stopped for a moment looking deeply into your eyes and anticipating your permission to move.

_ "Katsuki, it's fine, don't stop." Your insides burnt in yearning, and so did his, you both moaned as soon as he started moving in and out of your heat.

You dug your nails in his arms and tilted your head back as he carried on thrusting at a steady pace.

You whimpered slurring his name and begging him to go faster, and he gladly did, sitting up and squeezing your sides to keep you planted underneath him as he fucked you into the mattress.

You were close to climaxing again, and you could easily tell he was too, but you wanted to be wrapped up in his arms when it happens, so you held out your hands hoping he would understand your intention, and smiled brightly when he sneaked his arms around your back bringing you up on his lap as he continued fucking you.

You hugged him close, sinking your teeth in his shoulder to prevent yourself from crying out his name. The new position drove him deeper into your core and soon after, your legs shook while your walls tightened around his dick when you climaxed for the second time that night.

You finally fell limp on top of him, whimpering as he kept fucking you.

You felt him twitching inside of you before pulling out and rubbing his dick on your stomach, groaning as he released all over your glistening skin.

None of you spoke for a moment, you just stayed like that, holding each other and trying to regulate your breathing.

_ "Love.. y.." You didn't mean to say it, but you were so overwhelmed that you couldn't help it.

You felt him tensing and you immediately regretted your words. Was it too soon? Did you freak him out? Is he going to leave you now?

You tried pulling away from his grasp to apologize, but he squeezed you tighter against him.

_ "Good, and here I thought I was the only one feeling that way." Was that his way of confessing his love for you? He's not the type to say it outright anyway.

You giggled pecking his shoulder repeatedly and you wished for the moment to never end.

_ "Are you feeling alright honey?" He asked you softly and you nodded before answering: "I've never been better."

(To be continued..)

[giorno-plays-piano]

Would You Have It Any Other Way?

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x reader

Warnings: yandere, post noncon, kinda Stockholm Syndrome, threats, Shigaraki and reader taking a bath together.

Words: 1.2k

Summary: "You will never ever whore yourself to any pretty hero, you hear me?" His wicked whisper makes shivers run down your spine, and you struggle to look him in the eyes. "I'm the best you gonna get, so get over the way I look."

P.S. This is kinda a sequel to this story, but you don't have to read it to understand the plot.

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Shigaraki hates taking a bath. A nihilist to the core, he sees no need in any comfort, and a quick cold shower to wash away the dirt and blood is his absolute maximum. You can't even tell how much time and efforts you spent to get this psychopatic manchild into a bathtub, but, finally, he's laying there quietly as you sit behind him and rub shampoo into his wild hair.

He stares mindlessly at the ceiling, and you think that even someone like him can appreciate the pleasure of being in someone's care. You're very gentle, pouring warm water on his head and shoulders, massaging his scalp as you run your fingers through his messy hair, doing your best to untangle them carefully because Shigaraki literally looks like a wild dog.

Letting out a loud sigh, he tilts his head back and stares at you when you're already washing away the shampoo, satisfied with your work.

"How about you blow me off after this?" he asks you nonchalantly, and you grimace, looming over him.

"After all I've been doing for you? Don't you think it's you who should be blowing me off, huh?" Your irritation is obvious, but Shigaraki doesn't seem to mind as he snickers, and you see his bared teeth.

"Alright."

Huffing and puffing, you take a small jar from a shelf and come back to him, opening it to smear a fruit smelling balm on his cracked lips. You swear one day, when he'll be driven completely crazy, he might eat them till there's no flesh left.

It doesn't take Shigaraki too much time to sneer and look at you with suspicion, "What are you doing?"

"Trying to make you look human," you roll your eyes while spreading the balm onto his skin, "I don't want to get cut with these lips of yours."

"Oh? Since when do you care how I look?"

You feel something dangerous in his voice, realizing you are on shaky ground. What the hell? What triggered this psycho again? You can't believe it has something to do with his appearance. Shigaraki can't care less about his body as long as it functions and moves him from one place to the other.

"Do you feel ashamed of how ugly your boyfriend is? You didn't seem to mind it yesterday night."

Now you hear Tomura is fucking angry, and it's never, never good for you. You have no idea what he's gonna do, but you don't wanna find out.

You grunt, "If I cared about having a pretty boyfriend, I'd date someone like Hawks."

"How the fuck do I know who you dated while you were out there with the heroes?"

He is holding to the edges of the bath, watching that not all his fingers touch them, but his gaze is directed at you, and it's so full of hatred it physically hurts. Getting up, he grabs you by the back of your neck roughly, bringing your face closer, and you gasp, wincing from the strength of his grip.

When his lips touch yours, it's something between a kiss and a bite: it's painful and forceful, but you don't try to fight him, letting him take out his frustration on you because it's better to submit to him now rather when Shigaraki's going feral. You lick his tongue as he grasps your hair in his hand painfully, the balm on his cracked lips getting smeared onto yours, too. Kissing him until he finally lets you go, completely out of breath, you inhale loudly, blood rushing to your head and making you feel dizzy.

"You will never ever whore yourself to any pretty hero, you hear me?" His wicked whisper makes shivers run down your spine, and you struggle to look him in the eyes. "I'm the best you gonna get, so get over the way I look."

You don't need to be reminded you're literally chained to him, unable to even leave the premises unless Tomura's going with you. In fact, you're very lucky he let you live the night when you were caught, keeping you at his side as his "girlfriend". Moreover, others took you back without a single word as if you had never left them for heroes, and a part of you still felt guilty for betraying them. If you left heroes for villains and then came back, Endeavor would burn you to ashes himself, regardless of your excuses.

It's not that bad here, you think when you look at Shigaraki, his hand still grabbing your hair. If you don't make him angry, it's not that bad.

Then you think you know why he's getting all riled up because of some stupid balm: the thought of you not wanting to be at his side for whatever reason drives him mad. The thought of being rejected by someone who absolutely has to be with him is a thing that will always make him lose his mind.

"I put a balm on your lips because I like to kiss," you grunt, closing your eyes with a sigh, "and it's more pleasant to kiss you if your lips are soft."

There's an awkward silence as you wait for him to say anything, but Shigaraki doesn't speak, just letting go of your hair so you can finally take a more comfortable position as you sit back, taking a breath. You take it he is no longer mad at you, but you're not sure, so you sit quietly while he lowers himself in the bath, and his colourless locks are flowing underwater.

He stares at you again. It's uncomfortable, and you look somewhere else just not to return his gaze. Funny, you think as you lick your lips, a fruity taste on the tip of your tongue, that he still didn't wipe off the balm.

"Get in here," he finally says as he stretches lazily, catching your arm, but not hard this time, just taking your hand in his.

"What, in the tub?"

"Yes."

You blink, staring at it and wondering if you two are going to fit.

"I'll drag you here in your clothes right now," Tomura warns you - the next second you're starting to undress, quickly folding your clothes and leaving them on the chair where you just sat.

Maybe he really calmed down, you hope as you stand in front of him, naked, and Shigaraki snickers when you carefully get in, nearly falling on him. Soon you lay on top of his body, your chest pressed against his as you feel every single scar and scratch on his body, his leg in between your thighs, one of his hands in your hair. Watching your face intently and seeing no revultion, Shigaraki seems to come to his senses, realizing you really don't care how he looks.

You wonder why he's still worried about whether you want him or not. It's not like you have options, is it?

Lowering your head to his shoulder, you breathe in, your nose tickling his bruised neck as you try to relax, warm water easing your tense muscles. You don't feel disgusted even the slightest bit.

In truth, Shigaraki's body is the least of your worries.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

"Lup," Davenport called from the hallway, and Lup was sweaty and gross and in desperate need of a shower, but something in his tone made her pause anyway. "Could I speak with you in my office for like, half a second?"

She shared a glance with Barry, who was sitting against the wall by the bathroom door. Whoever had designed this ship with one bathroom for seven people was an asshole, but Taako was taking advantage of it, spending his leisurely time in the shower. Barry shrugged at her, obviously not having a clue about what Davenport wanted, either.

"Be right there, Cap!" Lup called. "You can take the next shower, Barry."

"Well, I was gonna wai-"

"You smell awful," Lup stressed. "Take the next one."

"Yeah, alright."

They had been on this mission for three months so far and it hadn't been too awful. Barry, Taako, and Lup were making good work with decoding the animal language. If she was being honest, Lup didn't know what in the fresh hell everyone else was doing, but no one had died yet, so it was all good. She stepped into Davenport's office and shut the door behind her.

The office was small and cramped and mostly sized for a gnome. There were a few bigger chairs for other crew members, so Lup took one of those. Davenport wasn't even sitting behind his desk, he had just dragged his chair around to met her. Probably to make her feel less intimidated. Davenport liked to pretend he was a fun boss but Lup personally thought he'd be a lot more fun if he took off the boss and just did the fun.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Well, uh, I just wanted to check in with you, I guess. It's been a while longer than we thought we'd be out here, so. How're you doing?" Davenport looked extremely awkward asking this. Lup couldn't blame him, this was an extremely awkward situation already. "Like, are you struggling with anyone, any, uh, interpersonal conflicts with the other crew members...?"

"No, I'm- I'm good, actually," Lup said, leaning back in her chair a bit. "Are you good?"

"I'm fine!" Davenport said, only sounding halfway fine. This was not the time to deal with that, Lup decided. "I just sorta had a question for you, actually. Again, no- no interpersonal conflicts with anyone right?"

"No," Lup said slowly. "Not that I know of. If someone's got a problem with me, then I really haven't noticed."

"You and Taako just don't-" Davenport made hand motions like he was trying to physically grasp for words. "You don't interact with the rest of the crew very much? Like, baseline level interactions. I was wondering why."

"Oh," Lup said. She hadn't noticed they were doing that. "Well, I can't really speak for Taako, but uh. I don't know, Dav. They've gotta do something more interesting if they want me to interact with them."

"Alright," Davenport said. He was fiddling with his hands now. Davenport was a very fidgety person, she had noticed. "Uhm, well. Listen, I'm not gonna beat around the bush, but I'm pretty sure Magnus thinks you guys hate him. And at first, I was like, no of course not, but like. You're not actively avoiding Magnus, but you don't really stick around him. Or anyone. Or me, even. Except for Barry. So I wanted to ask what we can do to make you... trust us more? Is that weird to ask?"

"A little," Lup admitted. "Look, Cap, I don't know. Like, I didn't even realize we were doing that, so. Try being more like Barry, I guess."

"Try being like... Barry," Davenport repeated slowly.

"Yeah, like," Lup shrugged. "Non-threatening? Like, I could kick Barry's ass if I needed to and probably win. Not saying I wouldn't feel bad for it. But like, Magnus, for example, would be a little tougher 'cus he's so big. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"You like being around Barry because he's... small?"

"He's compatible," Lup said, snapping her fingers. "Like cheetahs and golden retrievers, y'know? He'd be the golden retriever, obvs. I almost trust him not to kill me in my sleep. Not as much as I trust Taako not to kill me in my sleep, but, y'know."

"Do you think the rest of us are gonna do that?" Davenport asked, a little horrified.

"Can't be too careful, Cap," Lup said. She stood up, very much done with this conversation. "Is that all?"

"I- I guess? But-"

"Great," Lup said. "Maybe Taako's out of the shower by now. Maybe Barry's out of the shower by now, because he's mindful of other people's time unlike some dipshits- not you, Cap, you're great."

"Uhm-"

"Stew for dinner!" Lup announced, opening the door back up. "See ya there, Dav!"

"Uhm-" Davenport said again, but Lup had already shut the door.

(Taako was still very much in the shower.)

[wonlouvre]

Yayyy i absolutely love your writing!!

I would like to request a Hoshi × gn!idol! Reader angst+fluff imagine where Soonyoung cheers/takes care of his reserved s/o who has been having a hard time and has opened up to him about it for the first time. S/o is someone who can't say no easily and because of that their workload had increased a lot. But in the end they can't hold themselves any longer and breaks down.

strength | k. sy.

pairing: hoshi x gn!idol reader genre: fluff, angst, then fluff again warnings: mentions of anxiety, physical and mental tiredness (please tell me if i missed anything!) word count: 1.8k+ (i honestly don’t even know anymore)

💌: thank you very much for requesting! i made some tweaks here and there and i hope you still like it! thank you for loving my writing as well :’( it really means a lot that <3 i hope you like this!

Soonyoung was aware that you’d be coming from Japan for your collaborative magazine photoshoot. He just didn’t know that you’d be going straight from the airport at four o’clock in the morning. 

He thought he read your message wrong saying that you’re on your way to the assigned shooting location. As far as he’s concerned, the call time was at seven a.m. He had to do a double take while squinting his eyes over the brightness of his phone but when he saw another bubble pop out saying you’re already there, he immediately jumped off his bed to shower. 

He misses you. You’ve been going in and out of the country because of promotions and the chances of getting to see you has been slim to none. If he ever meets with you, it will be short because either one of you has to go back to work or has to go back to bed because there is a flight to catch the next day. It’s obviously tough. But your relationship perseveres. 

Soonyoung will do everything to make it work and you are together with him on that. So if it means he has to shower half-asleep and wear his boxers backwards just to see you, he’d never mind.

Your Japanese album tour started and ended successfully but work didn’t stop from there. You were just getting started. Before leaving the said country, you were fully booked for live television performances, interviews, variety shows and the like. It was exhausting but, it was an opportunity that you couldn’t miss out on for the world even if you wanted to. 

Soonyoung is proud of you and he will always be. Heart eyes were formed whenever he got the chance to watch your performances whether it be from a paid livestream event or from kind fans sharing and uploading their videos or photos on Twitter or Instagram. He’s even more in love when it’s in person and he gets to watch your performance plus enjoy it with your never failing supportive fans. 

However, Soonyoung is also worried because he knows you’re also tired. He knows how fulfilling it is to do what you love the most, but he’s no stranger to the physically and mentally tiring part of it. He wasn’t even surprised to catch you asleep on the couch when he arrived at your dressing room. 

Your manager’s eyes brightened when they saw him, quickly standing up from the chair to give him a hug. 

“They told me they just need a fifteen minute nap,” they whisper against Soonyoung’s shoulder as he hugs them back. “But we both know they need more than that.”

Soonyoung sadly smiles while his eyes never leave your curled form. He mutters a simple “I’ll take it from here” while your manager excuses themself to buy everyone breakfast. 

It’s a challenge to take you into his arms without disturbing your sleep because he doesn’t want that from happening. He just wants to hold you for the remaining time without interruption from other people. He just wants to hold you and share this moment of calm before the lights and camera get into action later. 

Soonyoung’s thankful you didn't, although he still felt your lips lightly ghost against his jaw, telling him that you know that he’s here. He brings your legs over his lap while he cradles your head close to his neck. He wishes to lay down, but the couch is too cramped for two bodies so he’d have to settle with this position. He guesses it’s fine with how you deeply inhale his scent and snuggle closer and closer, locking your arms around his waist with no intentions of letting go. 

Just like you, he falls asleep, completely comfortable and content in finally having you in his arms again. 

Your tangled bodies were shaken to wake up at least an hour later. Both of your managers have food in their hand, ready to energize the two of you up before moving forward with the hair and makeup. The agenda for today includes a photoshoot with several changes of outfit, a short shoot for an audio video presentation and lastly an interview or question and answer of some sort. 

Your relationship has been publicly known for two years already. Some fans have been supportive while some have been angry. It’s nothing new and it’s nothing the two of you could care about at this point. 

Countless projects have been offered to the two of you during the course of those two years whether it be a song or dance performance, a guesting on a famous variety show and even a three second cameo appearance on a drama. They’re all lovely offers and you would love to participate, but the two of you made a decision to keep the relationship private. Sure, you’ll accept it from time to time. But, it’s still very limited to one to two songs to sing or dance to together and some magazine photoshoots. Just like now. 

By far, this is the third time the two of you would be featured on a magazine cover. Your respective publicists already know how to communicate to the publishing company your terms and conditions. Questions about your relationship are allowed, but to a certain number only. The rest will be about what’s mostly seen by fans and the rest of the public which is automatically your music. 

The concept is not necessarily daringly romantic. After all, what you’re trying to promote here is the clothes. But your chemistry is maintained with a few fleeting touches here and there. In one shot, you two were holding hands and the other has his arm is loosely wrapped around your neck. 

You and Soonyoung are careful to not get lost in each other’s eyes during the short breaks in between because the cameras were still rolling. Although, his soft touches on your hand and arm still lingered. On the other hand, you help him fix his hair whenever he gets excited and jumps from time to time. You could kiss him right now, but again, you want to be careful. 

The shoot concluded faster than you thought and the next thing you know, the two of you are sitting side by side with a camera blinking red in front, ready to record the interview included in the contract. 

The interview consisted of questions that’s nothing out of the ordinary. The magazine asked about your favorite go-to styles lately, your look inspirations, a little bit of this or that, your recent music releases or favorite music releases at the moment and of course something about your relationship that you're comfortable and willing enough to share. 

But one particular question caught you off guard that you had to hold your tears and brave through the rest of the interview without showing any signs that you’re about to cry.

“How have you guys been lately, individually?”

“I’ve been great,” you quickly answer with a smile that didn’t even reach your eyes. The camera may not have noticed, but Soonyoung did. It took a lot of patience and restraint for your boyfriend to stop himself from cutting the interviewer off to ask you again how you really have been. 

Everything that was in store for the two of you today ends and when the cameras are gone, you and Soonyoung hand in hand walk back to your dressing room. It’s a relief that this is the last project for the day and you’re glad you could get some rest for the coming week.

Your body slumps on the couch while the staff pack up. You puff out a breath before closing your eyes. You wish you could yell out how tired you are lately. Work piled up over the course of six months and you couldn’t have at least two days away from the makeup and flashing lights. 

Soonyoung bites his lower lip as he settles beside you. He’s contemplating whether he should ask you now or later because he doesn’t want you to grow conscious and shut yourself away. He knows how brave and strong you are. But he also wants you to know that you can trust him and that if you ever need a shoulder to cry or at least lean on, his are more than welcoming. 

“You okay, babe?” He asks in the quiet as the staff leaves one by one. “Anything bothering you?”

You surprise him by sitting up straight and opening your eyes, welling with tears. That makes him shoot up and instantly hug you close. “Oh baby.”

You finally cry and set free the tears that you’ve been locking deep within you. You thought you could brave through this pain and anxiety without having the need to shed any vulnerability. You thought this shall pass soon. You thought you could do this. 

But here you are now letting go with sniffles and shaking shoulders as Soonyoung gently caresses the top of your head. 

He hates to see you cry. But it’s only right to let you. 

“I just feel like I’m going to miss out on everything if I turn down any project offered to me.”

Soonyoung pouts when he hears what’s been bothering you. It took a while for you to calm down and finally talk, but it’s okay. He doesn’t mind. He will never mind. 

“I understand, honey,” he assures you and wipes your tear stained cheek. “And there’s nothing wrong with feeling that way.”

Your lips shake again and crying makes you want to hide. Without hesitation, you crawl to your boyfriend’s lap and wrap your arms around his shoulder. Soonyoung doesn’t complain and just keeps you close, protective arms around your waist.

The dressing room is empty except for the two of you. The staff got the message once Soonyoung pleaded with them through his eyes to give you some time with him since you’re already done for the day.

“It’s also okay to work and work,” he continues, soothing hands rubbing against your back. “But at some point, it’s also okay to take a break for them.”

You pull away and rest your hands on his neck. “Even though I’m going to miss out?”

Soonyoung nods and leans his forehead against yours. “Yes and there’s also nothing wrong with that.”

“I seriously want to go on a trip with my family,” you say and sigh. “And of course, with you too.”

Soonyoung can’t help but giggle. “I’d love to. How about next month? Let’s go somewhere with your family or friends. Where do you want to go? What do you want to do?”

Your boyfriend’s enthusiasm puts a smile on your face and this time, the smile reaches your eyes. “Let’s go somewhere quiet first. I want to take a long nap before we proceed to do anything that needs an awake body.”

“You got it, babe,” Soonyoung promises and kisses your lips.