#I really hope they clear up whether or not they're serious soon so I can buy tickets

[pisshandkerchief]

my dad made the mistake of lightly implying that they could MAYBE drive me to Atlanta for the Fall Out Boy show IF their car is looking ok by then and I immediately latched onto the idea HARD

[presleyhearted]

Hello!

First of all, thank you for the amazing stories, especially yours truly! I'm a fan of your creations and looking forward to reading a new one🫶🏻

Is it okay to ask a short fic or imagine for Elvis & female reader?

Elvis and reader are in the relationship and they're planning to celebrate their 1 year anniversary soon. They both think what would be the best gifts for each other for the anniversary and they are asking their friends for help😚

There are so many gift ideas like flowers, matching jewellery, new clothes, photo albums(including photos they took when they went out for fair/amusement park idk cute ones), etc.. You can think of anything really!

Then Elvis and reader are giving gifts to each other on their anniversary day. They enjoy their gifts but most importantly they're happy being together🥺 How about this idea in a fluff, cute fics? I don't have a particular favourite era of Elvis(love all eras!) so you can choose, bestie I want your ideas💗

A Year With You.

pairing: 70s!e x female reader genre: fluff, established relationship. warnings: strong language, brief hint to sexual allusions, mentions of nightmares. An insanely happy lovey-dovey couple (aha). wc: 1.8k notes: Hi bestie! This is a long-awaited request, I apologise for that. I am too much of a perfectionist, which is not a great combination with the world of writer's block. Nonetheless, I really did want to write this. I hope that it has met your expectations!

 You consider yourself a pretty humble person, but you do pride yourself as a great gift-giver. It is always such a wondrous feeling to see the smile of glee from your friends and family, as you gift them exactly what they wanted. Even if they don’t straight up tell you what they want, or they don’t know what they want - you somehow always ace it when it comes to gift giving. Whether that be Christmas or birthdays. . . 

But now, well, you are actually stuck. The gift-giving this time round is for neither occasion, and the receiver is not family or friends. Specifically, your boyfriend. 

“My brain is empty. Nothing.” You admit, with your elbow propped up on the table of the booth as you rested your chin in your palm. 

As per usual, at least once a week, you find yourself seated across from one of your close friends - Vivian. At your usual spot for lunch, which is the local diner in your small town. You’d normally 

catch up about anything and everything going on, and the subject of conversation this time round? Seeking advice from something you normally found relatively easy. 

Vivian takes a sip from her milkshake, “Oh, I don’t think so.” 

Your furrow your eyebrows, “No, Viv, I’m serious - I can’t think of anything.” 

“Well, what about… I dunno, a really nice scarf? With his initials embroidered?” She suggests, in obvious hopes to ease your worry, but the uncertainty in her voice is far too clear. 

You give her a look. 

“What?” Vivian questions, “It is practical! and sentimental.” She shrugs, as a matter of fact. 

Bless her heart, she’s only trying to help. But you can’t find yourself agreeing with that gift idea. It is practical, but still. . . It feels so random. There has to be something else out there. 

“I can’t just give him a scarf,” You sighed as you took a bite out of the fry. 

“Why not?” 

“It feels a little random. I don’t know.” 

Vivian tilts her head and gestures dramatically at the window beside the booth, “Y/N, I hardly believe it’d be random.” As a matter of fact, the outside was blanketed by pristine white snow, as people passed by clutching tightly onto their winter attires. 

You nod, “Yes. But it doesn’t really scream ‘Happy Anniversary’!” You emphasized. 

“I want it to be practical, definitely. Yeah. But I want it to be something memorable too.” You explain, letting out a heavy sigh, as you subconsciously tap your fingers on the table. 

Vivian clicks her fingers with a smirk on her face, “Aha!” 

“What?” 

“I know just thee perfect gift.” She boasts. 

She leans over and gestures for you to lean in, as she cups her hand to whisper. 

“Winter wear is not the only thing that can keep him warm this season.” She says, a smirk prominent on her face. 

Your eyes go wide at her words, as a gasp leaves you. You feel your face grow rapidly warm, no doubt the obvious blush taking space on your cheeks. 

“Viv!” 

She calmly leaned back on her seat and shrugged casually, “What? It fits the criteria of practical and memorable.” Vivian can’t help but let out a laugh at your reaction. 

You find yourself laughing, as you shake your head, “You are terrible. Oh my goodness.” 

You manage to calm yourself down, “In all seriousness though, what in the world do I get a guy who has everything?” 

“I doubt he has everything, Y/N.” 

“Well, you know what I mean. Majority of everything ever.” 

Your lunch meet-up with Vivian comes to a close after two hours of chatting, mostly about your current predicament. Unfortunately, the lunch concluded with you still not knowing what to give him. But Vivian is quick to assure that ‘the world’s best gift giver’ won’t back down for this one. 

You hope she’s right. 

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“Whatcha’ think of a pair of earrings?” Elvis asks, as he leans against the wall of the living room, the sound of the faint crackling of the fireplace in the background. 

“I’d say that’s a great gift, E.” Charlie replies, as he scribbles down notes beside the list of songs on the paper Elvis handed him. 

Elvis sighs and shakes his head, “I-well, I-I dunno man.” 

“Sorry to interrupt, E. We doing Johnny B. Goode?” Charlie asks, looking up at him and awaiting his answer. 

“Yeah, yeah. Add it in.” 

Charlie swiftly nods and goes back to reviewing the list, “Alright, go on.” He encourages, despite his eyes being trained on the sheet of paper on the carpeted floor in front of him. 

“I- well, like I said… I dunno ‘bout getting her jewelry.” 

“Does she not like it? Girls are usually all over ‘em.” Charlie shrugs, not quite understanding Elvis’ dilemma. 

Elvis crosses his arms over his chest, “She likes it.  But I-I-I feel that’s what I always get her. And ya know me, man, I hate boring shit.” He sighs, shaking his head. 

Charlie looks up at his friend, after hearing the distressed tone in his voice. It was a strange situation, for he didn’t think he could recall a time that Elvis hit a brick wall when it came to gift ideas for a girlfriend. He sure did not have trouble in his previous relationships. 

“Hmm… I know!” Charlie muses, in Elvis eagerly awaits his answer. 

“Try not to get her boring shit, then.” Charlie laughs. 

Elvis’ face relaxes and breathes a laugh, “Oh, you unhelpful fucker! Shit friend you are.” He said, throwing a cushion, which Charlie catches in time. Both are laughing. 

Charlie puts both his hands up in mock defense, “I say this with all honesty; I don’t think Y/N cares much ‘bout what you give her, E. She sees you and that girl is as happy as Goddamn sunshine and rainbows. All there is to it.” He said, voice serious as he explained to his friend that finding material perfection isn’t the core of the anniversary. That, really, you already radiate happiness whenever you are close to him. Whenever Elvis is with you. 

It’s in this that Elvis finds himself breaking out into a smile. A smile so huge that he has to adjust the sunglasses framing his face, as they slip down just a little bit. 

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“Happy Anniversary, baby.” You say, kissing him on the cheek, as you hand the carefully wrapped present to him. 

You find yourself biting on your bottom lip, nervous as hell. He unravels it quite quickly and his silence certainly doesn’t put your nerves at bay. 

“A journal.” He says, a voice in wonder and surprise. His fingers dance across the leather-bound, particularly his embroidered initials. 

“Yeah. It’s um, I know it’s a little random. But, I, just see you so lost in your mind sometimes. Many times. And I, uh, I know you talk to me. But sometimes when you don’t feel like talking to anyone, not even me- just write down what you feel. It might help. It’s not healthy to have a thousand thoughts running around in your head. I, um, like I don’t know if you like it. If you don’t that’s-“ Your nervous ramblings are cut off by his hand wrapped around your waist, pushing you forward to him as his lips meet yours. 

You are taken completely off guard by the unexpected kiss, but he is who he is, as unpredictable as ever. The kiss is passionate and soft, oh so soft that you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck. 

You break apart, in which he rests his forehead yours. 

“I love it, honey. I love it so damn much. You are so good to me, so good to me.” He says softly, eyes glassy with tears. 

Your thumb strokes his cheek, “Really?” Your heart sighs in relief. 

He nods his head, “Mm-hmm. It’s everything. You’re everything.” 

He pulls away a little and you mistake this for meaning you should pull away as well, but instead, Elvis is quick to wrap his arms around your waist. He then brings you forward more, till you are sitting in his lap with your legs on either side of him. 

“Where did ya think you were goin’ baby?” He grins, his bottom lip between his teeth. 

You find yourself chuckling at him, “Nowhere it seems.” 

“Good.”

Elvis smoothly reaches to the right side of where he’s sat, and hands you a nearly wrapped small box. You guess that it is jewelry, which wouldn’t be surprising considering the previous times Elvis bought you a gift. You know how generous he is with gifting you items of luxury, and you are grateful, but it is not something you necessarily need. Being with him is enough, in all honesty. 

You remove the wrapping, and you gasp in surprise at the contents of the box. 

“It’s a dreamcatcher.” It was a delicate dreamcatcher, a silver color, and was smaller than normal ones. You examine it further and see that there seem to be words engraved on it ‘For you, my heart. To always have good dreams only.’ E.P. 

“Whatcha’ think, honey? I-I-I know you have bad dreams sometimes, and I hate that I can’t control it. But they say a dreamcatcher helps with that. I don’t want you getting no nightmares again. Is it…is it what you-“

Tears stream down your face as you wrap your arms tightly around him, “Thank you, thank you.” You whisper, overcome with emotion. 

It’s true. You’ve been prone to getting bad dreams lately, and you’ve heard about dreamcatchers before. But you always forget to find one for yourself. 

“I’m happy you like it, Y/N.” 

You slowly pull away from him, “Of course I do. You are so so thoughtful, E. It’s just what I needed, really. “

“I love you, darlin.’.” Elvis says, looking at you in wonder as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I love you so much.” You say as you find yourself tracing his features with your finger delicately. 

“Are you happy, baby?” Elvis asks.

“I am. I don’t care much about what gift you give me, having you here is already so much for me.” You say, truthfully with a wide smile, “Are you happy, Elvis?”

“I have the most beautiful girl with me, and her heart is so big and true. I-I’m one lucky son of a bitch.” He grins, and you laugh at this. 

You pull each other into a kiss, which turns into one of the many kisses that you would share that night. It was an anniversary that exceeded everything you could have ever hoped for. You mentally slapped yourself on why you worried so much about what to get him when really, that was never the thing that mattered most. 

@literally-just-elvis-fics

[carlos-in-glasses]

#His face in this moment#he's scared and humiliating and hopeful and wanting#he hasn't been able to speak to someone about this before (hc)#and this is what he's been wondering the whole time#if there's a chance TK still cares#or if he's been totally cast aside

These tags of yours just sent me into a spiral of thinking about what Carlos must have felt when Nancy told him that TK asked for him to come to the hospital. The hope it must have inspired in him! They have that awkward interaction at the furniture store that probably did not leave Carlos feeling great about things. But then he gets that call from Nancy. He knows TK is in the ICU so he must have been worried, clearly shown by the fact that he dropped everything and rushed there in the middle of a shift, but he comes in with this fake bravado acting like he doesn't really care. "Typical TK" and all that. You just know that hope inside him was lighting up, though. Along with all the hurt and confusion and anger and worry, I can just imagine him thinking He WANTS me, he might still CARE about me, he gets hurt and I'M the person he wants to talk to! And then he finds out that TK didn't ask for him after all. That TK couldn't ask for him. As he sits there by TK's bedside, he finds himself wondering whether TK would even want him there. Has TK completely moved on? Would he be unhappy to have Carlos by his bedside? Is Carlos being ridiculous wasting this much time and emotion and fear and love on a man who doesn't care about him? And then he gets the chance to talk to Nancy about it, and I agree that it must be the first time he's talked to ANYONE about it. The first thing he asks is if TK talks about him, trying to somehow discern if there's any chance TK still cares or still feels anything like he does. But then when Nancy says that TK loves him, he can't quite bring himself to believe it because if he loves me so much, then why did he break my heart? 😭😭😭😭

Ok, sorry, I just had to let that out!

Yes yes yes I want bathe in the beautiful angsty waterfall of this. I'm in love with Carlos rocking up all fake bravado like you say, when it's clear he immediately ditched his very busy day to come running the moment Nancy called. The way his whole demeanour changes when he realises it's serious...oh I love it. And then he can't stop caring. As soon as he truly lets himself care again, he is not leaving him, even though rationally he knows he could be wasting his time, entirely unwanted.

I'm going off on a slight merry tangent now. But one of the reasons why I love film/TV (and crucially - gifs!) so much is because irl I find it quite hard to read people and understand expressions quickly enough for what irl situations always seem to require. But watching actors on screen allows me to spend time figuring out body language and facial quirks. I think one of the reasons I'm so drawn to Tarlos is because they're so expressive. I arrived firstly due to ther beauty but I've stayed because they are teaching me things about emotion I never knew I needed to know.

And here he is teaching me the emotion of GRUMPY STRUT.

[doomdays]

sending her that first letter way back when had been impulsive.  mikayla clearly didn't have any interest in being her friend in the wilderness,  but van came to understand that it wasn't really about her.  the worst that could've happened was that mikayla never got back to her,  and she could accept that -- just as long as mikayla got to hear from someone  (  she just hoped that she wouldn't have been the only one.  )   when she heard the news of what she did,  van resonated with it in a way she couldn't possibly explain to anyone else,  and at the time,  still living with her mother,  still trying to cope with reverting back to those old habits,  she found comfort in seeking mikayla out,  even if they thought the communication might end up one-sided.  she's glad it didn't,  because she has to wonder where she might be now if mikayla hadn't encouraged her to keep moving with her life  (  whether or not mikayla recognizes her place in that.  )  

she offers a small smile,  because while she always worked to respect mikayla's space in the wilderness,  she's glad she never gave her the chance to scare her off entirely.  ❝  you know,  i figured you'd ignore me.  first time i ever tried to contact you--  ❞   she admits, letting out a scoff.   ❝  didn't get my hopes up.  i mean,  i would've understood,  obviously,  but i'm glad i was wrong.  ❞ 

van laughs at mikayla swats hers,  endeared by the teasing,  especially now that they can do it in person.  ❝  hey,  i'm just saying,  your rejection is cold,  ❞   she teases,  not holding her own personal experience with it against her.  they were young, they didn't know what to make of it -- and maybe it was better.  maybe it can still be better now,  too.   

van's cheeks turn red,  because as soon as she says it,  it's clear to her.  she was so young back then,  but it was one last good night before her life took a turn for the worst,  and she'll always be thankful for that,  even if mikayla refused to see it as such back then.  ❝  talking a whole lot of game,  ❞   she points out, raising a brow,  as if it's a challenge to prove something.  ❝  -- you might've been,  ❞   they answer vaguely,  not willing to give her the straight answer -- even though her lips curve into a smirk, making the truth clear.

❝   i'm not here out of boredom,  ❞   she reassures her.   ❝  i mean,  yeah,  my life--  it's pretty boring,  but i don't think that's a bad thing.  ❞   not after all they've been through,  and she's certain with mikayla back in it now,  it won't really feel that way at all.  ❝  but i didn't reach out to you because i'm bored,  and i didn't come here because i'm bored.  i came for you,  ❞   they clarify.   van scoffs,  shaking her head.   ❝  you still looked good,  and you know it,  ❞  she insists.  ❝  but---  ❞    they're more serious now,  remembering the news all too clearly.   ❝  wasn't fun to see you like that.  kind've fucked me up,  ❞   she admits.   it's not like she hadn't seen worse -- or experienced something similar,  or encouraged something just as brutal,  but there was a time before and a time after,  and seeing one of her teammates like that in the after was a strange, twisted wake up call.  she hated knowing that mikayla was alone in that.  at least in the wilderness, they could tell themselves that violence was made from love.

van holds a hand up and playfully glares back at mikayla.  ❝  did i say that?  fuck no,  pause buttons exist for a reason.  i'd never talk over a movie,  ❞   she insists,  grinning back at her now.   ❝  gotta make sure you're all caught up and paying attention.  ❞

van's eyes shoot back over to her, surprised by her words,  and only getting redder as she processes them.   their mouth opens,  but they say nothing yet,  knowing they'll only stumble over her words if she tries.  after a moment,  she offers a small nod.   ❝  fine.  i wanted to look,  ❞    she admits,  raising a brow back at mikayla.  ❝  can't promise i'd be able to drive after, though,  ❞   she taunts.   their eyes roll,  and van quickly shakes her head.  ❝  no.   and how would you know?  you barely wanted to be my friend, ❞   she points out.  there was a time when van thought maybe the two of them could find some sort of relief with one another in the wilderness,  just as they'd done the night before they got on the plane,  but it was clear that wasn't happening.  and in the aftermath,  van spent so long wondering if focusing on someone else might have made understanding her life out there a little easier.  ❝  doesn't matter now, right?  you're going to let me spoil you now,  ❞   she insists,  a smirk spreading over her features,  making it clear she doesn't mean just by a transport or by dinner.

the kiss feels electric in a way van hasn't felt since they were in the wilderness.  so much of her life has felt so stagnant since then,  despite all the moves she's made to claim her own and to really move past it all.  she hasn't felt anything like this, though -- this connection to another person,  this desire to be with her fully.  she spent a lot of time thinking about what it might be like to be with mikayla again,  yet she's still so caught off guard by actually having her in their arms now.  her body instantly follows as mikayla leans back,  leaning over the console to get closer.  her kisses are desperate,  a hand in mikayla's hair tugging gently while the other slides up her arm,  then down to her hip.  she knows she's giving herself away for how eager she is to be with her,  and she knows this can't go very far right here,  but she also knows that this isn't in her head,  that mikayla wants this,  too.  she already regrets it as she breaks the kiss,  but a smug smile spreads over her lips anyway.   ❝  i think the first kiss is supposed to come after the date,  ❞   she whispers against her lips with a soft laugh.

she can believe that, given that she spent the entirety of their time in the wilderness trying to scare her away — or at the very least, keep their distance, and yet it still didn't work, because for whatever reason, van was the only person to reach out to her after her arrest. (except for misty, but all of her attempts to talk to her had gone unanswered, so mikayla doesn't count her.) “ yeah, i know. ” even years later, mikayla can still remember receiving the first letter from them, which had instinctually triggered something inside her to panic, until she remembered she no longer had to, because her father was dead. that panic had been replaced instead by a combination of confusion and relief, because she didn't want to be alone.

mikayla shoots a glare in her direction, reaching across the truck to lightly swat her with the back of her hand. “ i know you're probably not an expert at the whole friends thing anymore, but you're supposed to be on my side, not hers. ” the word friends feels strange in her mouth, though she's not sure if that's because there had been a point in her life when she couldn't possible imagine being friends with van palmer or because it doesn't feel like enough. “ i'm sure i'm still the best you've ever had, even back then, so at least i don't have to worry about any pressure to live up to someone else. ” which leaves her tempted to ask if there has been anyone else since their rescue, but she doesn't want to sour her mood by hearing the answer, not when this is the best she's felt in years.

“ i was just going to say it's fine if you were just bored. as long as it's not just that now. ” still, there's some comfort to be found in the idea of van actually caring, even when mikayla made it difficult to — but it's easy to earn sympathy points when a picture of her mugshot, her face and neck covered in bruises, was plastered across every news source, so maybe that's not surprising, either. “ ugh, so you're just going to talk through all of it? you're one of those people? ” her complaint isn't genuine, because she'd rather listen to van than force herself to focus on some movie, but mikayla can't let herself look that eager.

with anyone else, she might appreciate the privacy, especially considering she's never really had any, even before the plane crashed, before she killed her father, but that doesn't matter here. “ maybe i don't want you to be respectful when it comes to me. ” she wanted her to look, which mikayla felt was pretty obvious in the moment. “ are you just saying that because i was locked up for the last five years? because i really can't see you wanting to spoil me before then. ” or maybe she had, and mikayla was just unwilling to give her the chance.

mikayla wanted to wait to give in, if only for the fact that she wanted to tease them for her own amusement, now that she really could, but she's never been a patient person, especially now. she knows they can't go much further than this, because a restaurant parking lot is far too public, and mikayla's not really interested in getting arrested immediately after being released — but just kissing should be fine, as long as she remembers not to let her hands wander too much. mikayla ignores the urge to pull herself into van's lap, despite wanting to be closer, because they shouldn't. instead, she leans back against the door, her hand dropping to the front of van's shirt to pull her with her, sighing into the kiss, because she's wanted this for far too long now.

[love-toxin]

not sure if this is something you're comfortable with so if it is, i apologize and just ignore this. Im not normally a big period sex person but today is the first day of my period and all i can think is Eddie selling me weed and enticing me into sleeping with him.

like please sir. ease my cramps. just wanna get high with him and have some sex with him to ease my mood 🥴💀😭

EHEH. as someone with the worst periods imaginable, this appeals to me greatly. teehee!

cws: blood, period sex, drugs, smoking, outdoor sex, first kisses, dominance kink, you awaken eddie's caregiving kink, period talk, petnames, crying, fluff and comfort, fem reader.

".....Huh. So that's why you want it, huh?"

Eddie's teasing you--he must be. He'd tried so hard to extract the truth out of you, pondering the question of why such a delicate little girl like you was sniffing him out for some weed out of the blue, and now he's got his answer.

Yeah, your period's kicking your ass. It's always been painful, but it's just gotten more and more difficult to deal with as you've gotten older. It's reached a level where you can barely get out of bed some days, and even your friends have noticed you struggling to focus on classes and just get through the day at all. Your last resort, after dozens of emptied pill bottles and hot water bottles used so much they're leaking, is the town's second-best drug dealer: Eddie Munson.

"Izzit really that bad?" He queries, brown eyes trained on you.

"If it wasn't, I wouldn't be here." You snap, not intentionally, but it was gonna come out that way no matter what. At least you can expect he won't mock you with the question of whether you're on the rag, because he already knows you are.

"Okay, okay, I get it. But don't complain if it doesn't help." He shrugs his shoulders, and rolls a couple joints with such a quick hand he makes it look easy. Deft fingers tuck the paper in on itself as he makes sure nothing falls out, because he reassured you that he would do a good job since you can't do it yourself. It's actually a little surprising that he didn't tease you at all for that--until you hear what he has to say next. "I, uh, hope it does, though. Y'know. Can't imagine bleeding every month is easy."

"Obviously it's not....but....thank you, Eddie." He finishes the joint, and looks over at his lunchbox in contemplation. There seems to be something on his mind, some thought rolling around in that brain rooted in by long, curly waves of hair.

"...Is what they say true?"

"What?" He fiddles with the clasp like he's got something he'd rather be saying, but his hands are soon busied with a lighter lying nearby that he flicks open and closed.

"....That you can help period pain with orgasms?" He strikes you dumb, speechless even, and when the air comes back into your lungs you spit out the first thing that comes to mind.

"Perv."

"Humour me." He's surprisingly serious about it, at least he seems that way. You were convinced this was a tease, a friendly jab at your expense, but the way Eddie's looking at you....the intense staring contest you share is interrupted only when you clear your throat, and Eddie's eyes drop to ignite the little burst of flame that erupts from the zippo, before he holds it to a joint he swipes up and puts in his mouth.

"...Yes. I think. I don't really do anything on mine...it's just..." This is so embarrassing. Why are you spilling your guts to Eddie Munson of all people? He cups the flame with his newly freed hand to keep the light from going out, and finally returns your shy gaze when he clicks the lighter closed and puffs on it before plucking it off his lips.

"Messy?" He hands the joint over to face the unlit end towards you, and you take it gratefully to sweep a cloud of smoke into your needy lungs.

"Y-Yeah."

The silence is deafening as you smoke together, passing it back and forth once, and then twice.

"...I could help you."

"Yeah, sure." You brush him off. What a cruel joke while you're already vulnerable. Eddie leans in close.

"I'm serious. Gimme ten minutes. Swear I can help you." If your heart was any more silent, you would've expected yourself to drop dead--because in that moment, it's so quiet you can hear a pin drop in the forest. Eddie tilts his head, searching for an answer or a streak of disgust in your pretty eyes, and waits out the silence with an unsettlingly serious expression on his face. One that splits into a smirk when you finally nod 'yes', throat clenched too tight to even think of saying it out loud.

"Gotta make this quick then, sweetheart." He drops the stubby end of the joint into the gravel, snuffing it out with the toe of his sneaker in the same motion he uses to get up out of his seat, hands braced on the table and shaking with excitement. It comes out in his breathing too, shuddered breaths puffing out his chest as he circles round the table to your side, the anticipation driving one of those hands into your hair and his lips between your brows as he tugs at your top.

"Wait, w-we're gonna make a mess, though!" You hiss in a whisper, breaking off of the heart-battering kiss for your head to swivel back and forth, eyes scanning the woods for an audience as Eddie pulls you up to your feet and shuffles you over to the side of the table--your butt pressed against the edge before he lifts you up to sit on top of it, grinning like a fool the whole way.

"Yeah we are," He breathes, smelling of pot and cigarettes and lust. "Gonna make a fuckin' mess of you, princess."

The weed is hitting you now. The world is tinged with warmth, a fuzzy feeling in your brain that leaks down your veins and makes the fire burning in your belly burn even hotter. Each graze of Eddie's fingertips against your skin as he pulls your panties down your legs strikes another match, and although you know in your head that this is such a bad idea, the thought of stopping makes you whine--it feels good, and that's all that matters. It's a quick dive into an all-encompassing high, and by then you're so amiable you fully commit to what you're doing. Eddie's mouth presses into your neck as he whispers a question, and you nod again, clutching at his shirt and his toned arms as he kisses reassurance into your skin and tugs the string of your tampon until it comes completely out. Throws it somewhere, abandons it into the world that doesn't exist to you right now--because the only things that do are you, Eddie, and the table keeping you upright.

"You're so weird, Eddie.." You whimper into his neck, hiding your face in his shirt and his hair, all while he's undoing his zipper and tugging his half-hard cock out from his boxers. "You sh-should be grossed out..."

He really should. No guy you've ever met would dare to get near you or any girl on their period, and here's Eddie Munson offering to soothe your cramps with an orgasm, and guiding his cockhead to slide between your folds without care to how much blood must be coating it. You can feel it dripping down your ass where you sit, so it must be quite a bit--he teases you with a gentle prod inside, just barely enough to sheathe the tip, and his back buckles when he gets a feel for just how tight you really are.

"Come over later, and I'll eat you out too." The whine that rips out of you at that amuses him, and he chuckles in a way that sounds more like a growl as he finally slides in all the way. "Don't hide that pretty face from me."

His fingers clamp down on the back of your neck, yanking your head back to see your expression twisting up with worry and twinging with an ache from the deep stretch he's putting upon you. Your eyes are still darting to the side and behind him, your brain spinning too fast with fear of being caught--but he angles your head so you're level with him, bright eyes finally settling on his as he struggles not to claim your lips in a kiss he's been wanting since you first sat down across from him.

"S'just you and me," He pants, clearly focusing hard on not getting overwhelmed with the rather unique sensations. "Don't worry about anything else. Just focus on me. I'll take care of everything."

One buck of his hips, an experimental one, and any attempt to stay quiet on your end is futile. A very pleased cry tears its way out of your lungs and rings out into the forest, and while Eddie dips his head on instinct, he halts at a stop while his hips keep rolling, slowly.

"Can I kiss you?" You blink absentmindedly at him, trying to process that request while his lips are so close to yours, and look so kissable.

"I like to kiss when I do it." He smiles to reassure you, uses it as a weapon despite his eyes squinting and his face growing hot as he finds his rhythm. "Please? Promise it won't mean anything."

"Don't promise me that..." You say without thinking, mind muddled and hazy with want and your arms linking up around his shoulders to lean in closer, your noses bumping each other's. A surprised "Oh?" slips out of him, followed closely by a moan as he hits some kind of resistant wall inside you. The drugs make it all fuzzy, so it doesn't even hurt, but Eddie's being too sweet for you to think it would anyways.

"You into the freak, sweetheart? Was this your plan?"

"No! Shut up, Eddie!" Gasping, you're sucking the exhaled breaths out of his lungs in the shared space, but your words have no bite and the throaty snicker that escapes him when you fall for his trap prove that he knows it. He's faster, losing a little bit of that confident decorum, one hand on your lower back while the other busies itself with sliding messy circles into your clit.

"Hit a nerve," He gasps as you tighten around him, your back arching into his thrusts, while your pussy drools with all manner of slick; blood, arousal, and the spit off of Eddie's quick fingers. "Did I?"

"Stop making fun of me..." You finally whimper, breaking that facade as the world hits your shoulders and you feel the weed stirring up all your emotions and bringing them out. That mixed with the hormonal shifts of your mood have you teary-eyed and sniffly, and yet Eddie's not bothered--he looks entertained, has a soft look on his features, he pulls you closer against him and nuzzles the tip of your nose with his.

"Sorry, baby," He chuckles again, deeper this time, and narrows his eyes down at your lips. "I just like you too."

I like you too. Those words are foreign, even more so in Eddie's voice, but they're not unpleasant. Not even close. Eddie gives you one last chance to bail, one moment of hesitation with his mouth so close to yours, and you don't waste it. You close that distance between you, soft lips meeting chapped but warm ones, and Eddie moans almost immediately into the kiss like it's even hotter to him than fucking you outright. It doesn't last long but it doesn't have to, it's sweet and it's perfect, and there will be more. God, there will be so many more if the glimmer in his eyes when you break the first one is anything of a tell.

"Think I hook up with just anyone I deal to? 'M not some--ngh--common whore." He laughs. What a nice way to say "This is the first time, you're the only one I would do this with." in a way that still befits your Eddie. Your Eddie.

"C-Cum in me, Eds..." You whine, pawing at his shoulders to pull him closer as he works his hips, muscles flexing as he puts in so much effort to rub your clit in tandem. He's close too, you can feel it, can feel the twitches and spasms of his dick as he chases that spot inside you--the one that's so soft it makes you buckle into him when he pummels it, and causes you to gush all over him when he thumbs your clit just right at the same time.

"Can't," He pants, forehead pressed against yours to kiss you again between every few words. "Ask me when we're both sober." He chuckles out, sliding right into a groan as he hits his stride and starts rocking the table beneath you with the weight of his hips slapping against yours.

"Not gonna let you...pull out..." You lock your legs around his thin waist, ankles hooking behind his back to yank him closer and keep those thrusts short and sharp. He can barely manage to touch you, you're so close, and with gritted teeth he relents and wipes his fingers clean of the blood on his pants.

"My good girl," He pulls back, hands cupping both sides of your face and tugging strands of errant hair away from your eyes. He looks innocent, but his voice turns sinister in a second as he squishes your cheeks in a strong grip. "You're gonna do whatever I fucking tell you to do."

Immediately, you let your legs drop from where they once sat on his hips, going limp and boneless in his hold as your orgasm creeps up closer and closer on you. His voice is sexy when he's close but the words, those are something you won't shake loose from your thoughts so easily. Your fingers flutter to clasp over his hands on your cheeks, your bodies moving with no help from your arms yet your satisfaction growing with the harsh scraping of his wiry hairs against your clit on each thrust. You want his cum so bad in the moment, want him to commit completely to making you a mess--but following his commands somehow feels....better. Feel that fluttering in your tummy and your clit when he speaks up and says anything with that stern tone.

"Shit, you're cute when you obey me--f-fuck, fuck it, god-" Eddie's hand shoots down in those last few moments, desperately pawing and rubbing at your sensitive little spot to put that pressure on it that you need--and it makes you clench so hard around him that it's all he needs to finish, forgoing any sense and conscience to keep quiet as he runs his mouth with dirty words and slips out of you, the cool breeze on his bare cock all he needs for it to spit heavy globs of pearly-white cum all over your thighs. He tries, really he tries not to get it near your slit, but a fat dribble of it shoots right across your clit as the icing on the cake. Not that you would notice or care, though, as you're squealing Eddie's name and clinging to him dearly as you cum around nothing and your body shakes with waves of pleasure that blot out everything but him.

It's like a spiritual experience in a way--the tears spilling down your cheeks and wetting Eddie's hands as he cups them, rubbing you through your orgasm until you can't take another second of pleasure and bump his hand away, slumping completely in his arms and laying your head on his shoulder. It sobers you up somewhat; the clear-headedness after you cum, the cold air hitting your sensitive areas, and the smell and touch of Eddie as he strokes your hair and talks you down back into real life. It hurts but it feels good, it aches but you're glowing....you want to say something sweet, to tell him something sincere, to do anything, but when you finally sit up and look down the tears just overwhelm you again.

"Eddie, my skirt..." You sniffle, shakily lifting it up with one hand to assess it. There's blood everywhere, soaking your clothing and the table, staining Eddie's crotch and his jeans, and there's a puddle of it mixed with his cum on the ground beneath you. At least his pants are dark, so it's not noticeable on him, but it's light out and you look like you came straight out of Carrie. "I can't...c-can't.."

"Shh," Eddie soothes, guiding your face forward to kiss your forehead. His voice is so much lower now, seemingly unfazed by the circumstances even though he seriously should be. "You have a tampon, sweetheart?"

"In my bag," You whimper, and he doesn't bother cleaning himself off before he zips back up. Deftly, he pulls your backpack over to dig inside the first pocket he sees before pulling one out triumphantly. "I'll..I'll..." Your hands are too shaky. You can barely open the plastic when he hands it to you, and even when Eddie does it for you, you can't even aim it right. You've never felt so pathetic, despite just having the best time of your life, and making such a big mess is just so embarrassing. He must think I'm gross.

"I can put it in for you, sweetheart. Just talk me through it." There's no energy for you to even shake your head, you just let your lip wobble and beg him not to tease you, to which he responds with a kiss and a solemn swear that he won't say a word. He even pauses to retrieve some abandoned tissues in his lunchbox to clean you up first, at least to get the cum wiped off and most of the blood dried for the moment.

And when you give in, it's easy--he does exactly as he's told, seems somewhat familiar with it within moments of handling it, and as quick a learner as ever he pushes the proper end in and pulls the plastic out, smiling with pride in himself as he slips the applicator into the packaging and tucks it into his pocket to throw away later.

"Feel better, at least?" He finally murmurs with a clean hand on your cheek, not daring to move you for fear of making you dizzy or pushing you too far. And he hasn't left, hasn't shown even an inkling of desiring to, which just boggles your mind further but makes it easier to let those thoughts spill out.

"You ruined everything." You lean into him, worry turning his features. An unexpectedly sincere and slightly frantic apology is halfway off his lips before you cut him off rather abruptly, though. "You're the only thing that makes it better now..."

"Really? Not the weed?" He giggles at how sweetly you say it, the compliment evidently like music to his ears. "Guess I'll have to help you again. We'll do it somewhere a little cleaner next time, mkay?"

You hum in agreement, amiable to whatever he says so long as you get to keep listening to his voice. "Want me to drive you home, or you wanna change and go back to class?"

"Yours?"

Eddie rubs your chin with a calloused thumb, his teeth gleaming all white and pretty as the rest of his life flashes before his eyes. It's dangerous to go home with a boy you don't know that well--but Eddie's clearly not that kind of guy, and the kiss he so lovingly presses to your lips when he gets you on your feet, and ties his beloved Dio jacket around your waist, says it all.

"Course, sweetheart. I'll take good care of you, for being such a sweet girl to me. Don't you worry about a thing."

[fallinfl0wers]

hellooo! this is the first time i request something from a blog :D could i request headcanons of diluc, scara, kazuha and xiao when their s/o tells them they're pregnant and possibly how they'd get used to having a kid? tyy! dont forget to take breaks and relax!

Literally baby-sized trouble.

summary: you're pregnant! how does he react to the news and how do the get used to your child? includes: diluc (26 bullet points), scaramouche (24 bullet points), kazuha (17 bullet points) and xiao (35 bullet points) warnings: fem!reader, pregnancy, children, non-explicit/non described giving birth, mostly fluff with a little bit of hurt/comfort and angst. format: headcanons thank you for your request!! this was so fun to write! >< imagining the characters being soft with children is just so cute :") i specially like these four a lot >< when i wrote this i was in a xiao mood if it wasn't obvious that his turned out longer than everyone else's lol, and it's also the first time i write for kazuha so it was shorter than the others, but i think his is the sweetest ><! i hope you enjoy it! ps. the names and meanings- i got them from google, feel free to correct me if there's anything wrong with them ><

Diluc

He's going to stop functioning the moment he hears the news from you.

Literally, he's still as a rock and completely taken by surprise.

He... can't say he'd never wanted children. He's pretty traditional and, since he has this beautiful relationship with you, he assumed it might happen sometime in the future.

But oops guess it will have to happen in the close future, since you're already pregnant.

After staring at you with widened eyes for a while, he speaks up: "...is... is it true?" You hold his hands on yours with a smile on your face, nodding. "Yes, Diluc. We're going to be parents." Hearing your words, he starts to tear up as he hugs you, his touch almost hesitant, as if you were so fragile he could break you if he wasn't careful. "...thank you." He'd whisper between silent tears, hiding his face from your sight.

Very supportive and very protective!

You will have the most comfortable of pregnancies. He will make sure you don't need to move a single muscle to get anything you want.

If the two of you aren't married or engaged yet, he's going to propose to you very soon, keep that in mind ><

He starts reading every book he can find on pregnancies and babies so that he knows what to do to help you when you give birth and how to take care of his child once they're born ><

You have to convince him that yes, you can go and eat in the dining room and you don't need to eat everything in your room or stay in bed all day and yes, you can still do most things and no, he doesn't have to worry so much.

But yeah, in later stages of your pregnancy he gets more overprotective because he doesn't want anything to hurt you or your baby :(

He couldn't be calm enough while you gave birth and had to wait outside of the room, which only made him more nervous </3

But when he finally held your little baby on his arms for the first time, he broke down crying.

You two had a boy! He looked a lot like him, too... with the red hair and eyes... so cute...

He's not sure of what to name him, he'd thought of some names before, but they all disappeared when he saw the little bundle of joy in his arms;;

So you two will have to think about a name again!

In the end, you settle for Felix; name meaning "happy" or "lucky"!

Diluc is a very busy man, but he still does his best to be there for you and his son as much as possible!

He's also not very sure as to how he should interact with him...

But he does know he LOVES playing with him as soon as he starts to understand how to play with his toys.

But... there are not so cute parts about having a kid, after all.

At times, he worries whether or not he'll be able to be there enough for him.

He wonders if he can be a good father, given how awkward he is with his emotions.

What if when Felix grows up he starts hating him for being absent? He wouldn't be able to stand it.

You always reassure him as you both put the baby to sleep on his crib.

All Diluc wants is for his son to have a happy childhood and a loving family, but worries he won't be good enough of a father.

However, when Felix's first word is "'iluc!" as he stretches out his tiny arms towards him, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can do this right.

Scaramouche

He thought you were joking, so he laughed.

When you didn't laugh along with him and was met with your blank face, he understood you were serious.

He never even thought he'd be with anyone in a relationship before you came along, let alone have a child with anyone... So he's obviously very shocked and confused as to how to proceed.

After an awkward moment of staring at each other, he cleared his throat and crossed his arms, looking at you with an equally blank face. "So? What do you want me to do about it?" "H-huh?" "In the sense of- what do you want to do? Keep it or not." You huffed, and when he heard your determinated answer, he sighed and gave your head some soft pats. "Alright, alright, whatever you want, I guess."

Okay listen here- it's not like doesn't care but it isn't like he cares so much either...

This man would do anything for you, really, and that's what happens.

He does anything and everything for you, because he's worried about you and not necessarily about the baby you're carrying.

It's not like he hates children- because you can't hate anything you don't perceive as equal or superior to you and a baby ceirtainly isn't either for him-

It's more like he doesn't know what to do with them because he's never been around children enough to understand them.

He's overall very indifferent towards the child ngl.

Then he sees you cradling your baby -a girl- in your arms and his mind just... goes blank. Huh, so that's what a human looks like right after being born.

Your little daughter looks more like him than she looks like you, sorry. But he can clearly see on her face some factions that will look like yours as she grows up.

But...

"Now what?"

He'll help you look after her however he can, since he doesn't want you to be too tired because he never knows when he'll have to leave for weeks or even months without notice.

He's not entirely cold or indifferent towards her, even if sometimes he might resent her a bit for taking away some of your attention.

But like when you were choosing a name for her, he gave a few suggestions and in the end you choose one of the names he thought of!

Her name is Hikari, name meaning "light"!

Due to the nature of his job, he doesn't want to be seen around either of you at the moment in public. It would only put a target on your backs.

And it takes a long, long while for him to warm up to her.

It disheartens you a little, but when you see him looking down at Hikari's sleeping form on the crib, softly poking her cheek with a strangely child-like curiosity on his eyes, you feel at ease.

And he thinks that he can probably handle this parenting thing better than he ever expected. Maybe it's not that bad, after all.

Ceirtainly, he thinks, as he holds her in his arms one day after she spoke her first word to him, this parenting thing is not really that bad.

(Her first word was "papa!")

Be ready, because once he gets attached to your daughter he won't stop spoiling her!

Kazuha

"Are you sure, love?" "Yes, I'm sure. We're having a child!" A smile painted itself on his face as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "I hope I can be a good father for them."

So the Kaedehara family is getting a new member, huh!

Not that there's much left to his name, especially now that he's a fugitive... but he's excited nonetheless!

Although he's not one to settle down for long, he will make an effort for both you and the child, since it's not good for someone who's pregnant to wander around.

He's very protective, but not in an overbearing way! He simply wants you to take it easy and relax, he can take care of everything else on his own!

That being said, he's not rich like Diluc or Scaramouche, so he's also going to work harder than ever to get everything you or the baby need in advance so that neither of you have to stress out!

He's the one who takes it better out of everyone here, he's not extremely worried or outright indifferent, he's simply worried enough, excited and happy!

He already knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, so the idea of having a child with you didn't scare him or intimidate him in the slightest!

He's still a bit worried, though.

He is a wanted fugitive in his homeland, after all...

He can only do so much and wish for the situation in Inazuma to change soon, so that he can take both you and his child to see the places he loved to spend his time at when he was a child.

But for now, he's happy enough simply holding his child on his arms, sitting next to you in your small shared home.

You have a girl too! She has Kazuha's hair color and your eye color, she's super adorable ><

He wants you to name her, and you both agree on naming her Izumi, meaning fountain or spring!

"Kaedehara Izumi... it has a nice ring to it." He'd say, smiling down at her.

While Kazuha enjoys travelling more than anything in this world, he's reticent to leave you and your daughter alone or even bring you along with him. So he stays around for as long as you need it.

He will talk a lot to her all the time, so don't be surprised when she picks up very complicated, flowery words from a young age!

He wants her to grow up to be free as the wind and be able to do whatever she wants without fear, so he wants to do his best to be a good father for her!

Xiao

You can practically see the panic on his face when you tell him the news.

It's the most scared you've ever seen him be, and you've been there to help him through his karmic debt.

So yeah, he takes it the worst out of everyone.

"I'm not mad." He manages to tell you before disappearing to somewhere else in a panicked haze, he needs to sort out his emotions quickly before he can properly talk to you about it. The last thing he saw before he disappeared was your eyes, glinting with sadness. And that only made him feel worse if that was even possible.

It takes him the whole day to come to terms with his feelings on your pregnancy and finally face you again.

He's really, really afraid of hurting you and your child. Not to mention he fears he might've passed some kind of curse from his karma to either of you through the pregnancy :(

Like he said, he isn't mad. He's just scared.

He... he literally never, never thought he would get to be a father.

Family was a foreign concept to him, as were a lot of other things you've slowly helped him understand throughout your time together, so knowing he can have one of his own now... makes him happy, and scared, at the same ime.

He's worse than Diluc when it comes to protecting you and worrying about you.

He won't let you do anything alone, even if he doesn't want to be near you because he doesn't want the karma to harm you or your child in such a vulnerable moment of your lives.

Okay so that aside-

How do people care for babies?

What is he exactly supposed to do?

And- do half-adepti babies need any sort of special treatment in comparison to human babies?

He has no idea on what to do if it doesn't involve a physical fight with a tangible foe, so he goes asking for advice to everyone he knows that could have knowledge on that field.

Verr Goldet and Ganyu are a great help for him. Xiao listens with attention to everything they have to say and asks everything he doesn't understand.

Ganyu tells him about her own experience growing up as half-human so that he can understand what raising a half-human, half-illuminated beast baby might entail.

He also goes to Zhongli for advice and he gets more of the same advice he's already heard, along with many, many reassurances that sound like everything you already tell him every day.

He's very worried, but as the months go by and your child's birth comes closer, he can't help but feel a little excited about it.

Everyone who knows him is happy to see him openly happy for a change on those small moments when he gets excited about his new family with you.

When your child is born, Xiao doesn't want to hold him. It took too much willpower to stay as close as he was right now, standing next to your bed as you held your baby in your arms.

He was so adorable, so small, so fragile, so pure- Xiao was afraid of touching him and breaking or tainting him--

He was already crying, he'd started crying the moment he saw you holding your son for the first time.

He feels so... strange. He's crying, but this isn't a painful, or sad feeling. He feels... happy, but scared, but...

The feeling starts to make some sense to him when he finally convinces himself that it's okay for him to hold the little boy in his arms, when he stares with awe at his face.

The baby looks a lot like the both of you. Arguably, more like him, since he has the same hair and the same bright eyes, but in his face all he can see is you.

And he cries more.

You both named him Liàng, name meaning brilliant!

Xiao does his best to try and get used to parenting, and it gets hard at times.

But he tries, and that's all that matters. He tries to be a good father, and is always there to protect both you and your son from anything trying to harm you.

Even though he was so scared at first, you know he loves the new family you've formed together.

Especially when you catch him trying to hold a conversation with your son, sitting down on the bed next to him as he toys with a soft teddy bear, the two of them surrounded by pillows.

The soft look and smile he wears while he does so tells you that everything is going to be alright.

The three of you are going to be alright, and Xiao wants to make sure of it.

His son will never have to live what he lived or see what he saw. He will make sure of that, no matter what.

[xneens]

best friend’s daddy - part three

Warnings: dark!andy barber, language, mentions of age difference, mentions of sex, underage drinking, pregnancy

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: A series of snapshots with your past and current life with Andy Barber.

[highly requested—and i mean highly]

masterlist

Newton, MA - 2017 Homecoming Game

He saw you immediately, shamelessly staring at the bright, yet fake smile slapped on your face as you posed for the picture. Andy's eyes drifted to the football players arms around your waist, too far down for the assistant district attorney's liking, not that he could do anything about it. He was unable to contain the eye roll when one of the players pressed a quick kiss on your cheek while you looked at the camera.

Andy knew he had no right feeling that way. He knew you thought he hated you. The glares, the tone he used, the disapproval glances he gave Jacob whenever you were with him. It was enough evidence for you to think he didn't want you around. He didn't. But not for the same reasons as you think.

Jacob ran past him, pulling you into a hug as the players around you ran back to their pre-game huddle, hyping themselves up. He heard your laugh, his previous annoyance washing away as he listened, wishing he didn't have to keep up his act. Instead, he watched from afar, noticing the fake smile replaced by a genuine one as you hugged your best friend, your cheer skirt rising before dropping back to it's already short length as soon as Jacob let you go.

Like the years before, Laurie didn't come to the homecoming game, claiming she was far too busy with work but Andy wasn't dumb. He could see it in her face everyday, helplessly watching his wife distance herself from him. But he couldn't blame her; he was doing the same. After all, not everything is supposed to last forever.

He secretly admired you, silently praising your will to pursue the career you wanted despite the very many attempts, and lectures from your parents about becoming a lawyer. Andy had gotten calls from them, more than happy to show you around the building with your parents hope of you magically being interested in what they had planned. But you were stubborn, and you hadn't backed down. He was impressed.

You glanced at Andy, surprised he wasn't glaring at you but rather staring at you with an expression you couldn't quite place, and you quickly diverted your eyes back to Jacob. "I'm so glad you came! Thank you for not being a total nerd tonight."

"My dad practically dragged me out of the house, grumbling about how I had to support my best friend when she's on the cheerleading team." Jacob explained, motioning to his father, the older Barber climbing the stairs as he claimed a spot on the bleachers next to your father. "I think it was just an excuse to watch a game that didn't feature the Patriots."

Once again, you were surprised. As said before, you thought he didn't care for your presence; to hear he wanted his son to support you was surprisingly shocking no matter how small it was. "Oh. Looks like he and Dad are gossiping again. Your mom didn't come?"

"No, she had work. What about yours?" asked Jacob.

"Business trip." you answered, sarcasm dripping from your voice. You saw the Instagram posts her friends posted, the so-called business trip had turned into a vacation with the girls. You heard your name being yelled, your cheer squad waving you over. Turning back to Jacob, you smiled. "They're calling me over so I gotta go. I'll find you after halftime, okay? We can ditch."

Jacob arched a brow, the corner of his lips twitching up. "But you're head cheerleader. Aren't you supposed to stay for the whole game?"

"Nah, Leila can take over after halftime. I'll just make up an excuse and say I went off with a guy or something." you said, tightening your ponytail. "Oh, and don't use the last stall in the boy's bathroom. Pretty sure someone had sex in that."

"Pretty sure that someone was you." he replied, grinning as you flipped him off. He laughed when you nearly ran into toddler, apologizing to the little person before running to the squad.

Jacob joined Andy and your father, answering questions from your dad, and listening to the two fathers talk about the mundane life as the game started. Andy's vision kept drifting off to you, cheering on the sidelines as the game, accidentally missing parts of the game. Not that he minded to much, he had a nice view, and he knew the score. It wasn't that much of an inconvenience for him.

Before halftime, you snuck away, going into the school to grab another hair tie from your locker. Thankfully, the field was close to the west side of the school, the locker bay only a short walk from the entrance. Coincidentally, just as you walked towards the bathroom with the hair tie, Andy bumped into you, the phone in his hand dropping to the floor.

"Oh, shit." you cursed, quickly bending down, grabbing the phone and handing it back to your best friend's dad. "Sorry, Mr. Barber, I wasn't looking."

Andy sighed, studying his phone instead of giving into the urge to comfort your tense state. For the millionth time, he wished he didn't have to act like a dick to you. "It's fine. Just watch where your going or you might head into the mens' room."

Not knowing whether he was serious or not, you gave an awkward nod, walking pass him. You hadn't seen the lingering glance he gave you before walking back to the game. Pushing on the bathroom door, you let yourself drown in your jitters, hyping yourself up before coming back and performing.

You had forgotten about Andy by the time you returned.

—

Newton, MA - May 14, 2018

Andy heard the knock, getting out of his seat to unlock the door. A presence befall him, a feeling he only got when you were nearby. With that thought, he immediately opened the door, greeted by the sight of you soaking from the rainfall, shivering, eyes slightly swollen, and downright miserable.

He called out your name in surprise, shocked to see you in such a messy state, let alone see you in his office. "What happened? Come in, come in. Are you okay?"

"Sorry, I—" you shivered, biting your lip to keep from spilling every problem you had faced on him. "It was raining so hard that I had to stop so I wouldn't crash or anything. And this was the closest building I parked to. I ran inside but I guess it didn't make any difference seeing how soaked I am."

Andy wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, unable to find a stray blanket or anything warm to give you. He led you to the leather couch, softly pushing you down to sit on it. "Come here, sit down. Did school end early?"

"No, um, I skipped." you sniffed, sinking down on the leather, letting Andy's coat fall over your shoulders. "I had a fight with my mom. A big one. So, I didn't exactly feel that great to come to school and I've been driving around since eight."

"Sweetheart, you're soaked. You're going to get sick." Andy murmured, wiping his warm hand over your forehead, the little droplets of water wetting his hand. "I have some clean clothes in my gym bag. Tell me what you were fighting about, it might make you feel better."

You watched him grab his duffel bag from under his desk, opening your mouth to protest but the cold, wet clothes made you close it. "I made some backhand comment about having a job in fashion, then she just blew up. She wants me to be a lawyer, go to the best schools, and be successful even if I'm not happy. I told her to fuck off, yelling that I'll do what I want. She didn't like that answer, so I grabbed my keys and drove around."

Andy gave you his Patriots shirt, and a clean pair of sweats, taking his wet jacket from you. You whispered a thank you, before taking off your dripping shirt, not caring Andy was watching. He cleared his throat, diverting his eyes away from your half-naked body. "Well, what did you want to be? What do you want to do after school?"

"I don't really know, except for the fact that I don't want to be a lawyer, that's for sure." you replied, putting on the sweatpants Andy gave you, relishing in the warmth. "I'm sorry for getting your couch wet, I—"

"It's okay, don't worry about it, sweetheart. Are you okay, now? Do you want me to do something about it?" Andy asked, unsure to hug you so he settled for an awkward pat on your shoulder, moving closer to you.

You scoffed, fidgeting with the hem of the large Patriots t-shirt, rolling your eyes at the question. "Trust me, there's nothing you could do about it. They're both so persistent on me being this successful lawyer that it doesn't matter if I want to be one. Tell me, Mr. Barber, what's so fucking great about being one?"

He bit back a smile, shifting on the couch until he was touching you, the serotonin you gave him encouraged Andy to brush back your dripping hair behind your ear, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. With wide eyes, and a slight frown, you meet his eyes. "Well, firstly, you're able to help people. In layman's terms, you either can defend a client, or prosecute a criminal. Putting the bad guys away. Um, you can meet new people, have some experiences that's unlikely for others. But, you're right. You shouldn't have to do what you're parents have planned for you."

"Try telling them that." you sniffled, goosebumps appearing on your arms, subconsciously leaning your cheek on Andy's hand. He heard the angelic sigh escape from your lips, his smile appearing. "Thank you for the clothes and everything Mr. Barber."

"Don't mention it." he replied, bravely wrapping his arms around your slightly shivering body. Andy felt you tense for a few moments before slowly relaxing, shifting so he could rest his chin on your head, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your back. After a few minutes of silence, Andy reluctantly broke the silence. "Would you like me to call Jacob?"

He saw the flash of hurt in your eyes before you composed your expression, nodding slowly as you pulled away. "Yeah, I'll call him. He has free period so he won't be missing anything, I promise. Sorry for keeping you from work, Mr. Barber."

Andy shook his head, helping you up from the couch. "No, no, no. I just had some papers to go through, you didn't keep me from anything. The rain is slowing but you can stay in here until Jake comes. If you want."

You nodded, giving him a weak smile. "Thank you."

—

The Barber House - June 1, 2018

Giggling uncontrollably, you leaned against Jacob, a bottle of beer in your hand. Jacob laughed over the cartoon character with you, throwing his head back at the ridiculous scene on screen. Scooby had just stared at the screen, ending the episode, the screen turning black before another episode started. The noise Scooby made just had you and Jacob in another fit of uncontrollable laughter.

The sleepover had been spontaneous, yet long way overdue. In less than a week, you'd have graduated, and moved out of Boston, living in New York City as you went to the same college. That was one of the upside of finally leaving Newton, but even with the continuous nagging from your parents, you were still going to miss them.

You had been extra quiet, knowing full well Andy was stressed for something Laurie had done, the wife walking out of the house just as you had pulled up on the driveway. She had given you a friendly greeting, asking questions about graduation, before hugging you and driving away in her car. You knew it was bad as soon as you entered the house, seeing Andy glaring at the kitchen counter as you waited for Jacob to come save you. Thankfully, you didn't have to make small talk with the lawyer.

But the his tense expression was enough to keep you quiet in Jacob's room. Well, until he turned up with beers he had gotten from a mutual friend of yours, Cory Gilbert, the bartender at the bar and grill you and Jacob frequented at. He was over 21, legally able to buy the beer, giving it to Jacob as a present for graduation. Cory had given you a nice bottle of brandy, but you had decided to save it for graduation night instead.

Getting drunk hadn't been hard, for Jacob anyways; it took more than a few pleads from your already drunk friend to convince you to drink with him. Once you did, you felt the liquid slightly burn down your throat and you greeted the giddy feeling it left you. Soon, you were found leaning against Jacob's bed, sitting on the floor as the both of you cackled at the animations playing on the screen.

Andy still hadn't came up to hush the both of you; and to be honest, you weren't sure to be relieved or disappointed. You settled for relieved once as you saw Scooby and Shaggy running away from a "monster."

It was half past ten when you finally got up from your spot on the floor, leaving Jacob to drunkenly slur at his phone while the tv played in the background. Getting up, you headed to the bathroom, careful not to make anymore sounds than you already had. You were too drunk to notice Andy standing outside his door, arms crossed as he amusingly stared at your little tip-toe walk to the bathroom.

You finished your business, washing your hands, and heading back to Jacob's room when you lost your footing and stumbled into Andy's arms. You yelped in alarm, glad for the muscular arms that caught you. Looking up, you saw what your drunk brain could only describe as Adonis. You smiled, patting his pec as you slurred. "Thank you, Mr. Barber."

"How drunk are you, sweetheart?" Andy asked, not letting you go. He felt you swaying slightly in his arms, bringing you closer to his chest until your face was only a couple of inches away from his. His eyes flickered to your lips, his tongue licking his own. "You look flushed."

Giggling, you couldn't help but grin at the human contact. You had been so sure he hated you, but from your current position, your assumption seemed silly. "You're making me blush. Me and Jacob haven't been drank—drinking that much, pinky swear."

He snickered at the tiny slip up with your grammar, the slowness and laziness in your voice evidence enough if it hadn't been for the burst of confidence, and shouts from Jacob's room. "You shouldn't be lying, especially to a lawyer. Let's get you sobered up, wouldn't want you waking up with a bitch of a hangover tomorrow, now would we?"

Andy places a hand on your back, his hand intertwining with yours as he tried to lead you downstairs safely but you halted in the middle of the hallway, laughing as you sneaked behind him. You tapped his shoulder, trying to push him down. "Gimme a piggy back ride, Mr. Barber. Like the ones you gave me when I was four!"

The lawyer burst out laughing, finding your drunk confidence adorable. He couldn't help but agree, squatting down enough for you to climb onto his back, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms locking around his neck. Andy held your legs in place with his hands, shifting you upwards so you rested comfortably on his back. Turning his head, he raised an eyebrow. "You ready, princess?"

You nodded in response, your hair ticking his neck as you snuggled closer to his neck, nuzzling your cheek. All the alcohol had rushed to your head. Andy walked down the stairs, careful to keep his grip on you as he did so. He heard all the tiny giggles and gasps you made, his bad mood dissolving with each sound. He couldn't remember a time Laurie had made him that happy.

Reaching the kitchen, Andy sat you down on the kitchen island, reluctantly letting you go as he went to grab a glass of water. He gave you the glass, but you rejected it, too busy looking at the game on the tv, seeing past the arch and into the living room.

He set the glass on the counter, leaning against it as he crossed his arms, staring at the mesmerized—and drunk—girl in admiration. You turned your attention back on him as soon as the commercials rolled, catching him ogling you. Blushing, you giggled once again, waving him over.

Curious, Andy stepped towards you, surprised when you gripped the collar of his shirt, dragging him closer to you until he was only a couple of inches away. Leaning in, you whispered in his ear. "I have a secret."

"What is it?" Andy asked, one word away from kissing his son's best friend. The tension radiating from interaction had him weak, helpless from the very tempting chance to take you right there and then.

Cupping your hand around your lips, you felt him snake between your legs, bringing you even closer. With your lips near his ear, you whispered, "I have the biggest crush on you. Sometimes I wish you were single so I could ride you until I physically can't."

Andy growled, his hands digging into your waist as his lips hovered over yours, his blue eyes piercing yours. He murmured your name, so close to losing all of his control.

"Every time I come over, I hope you'd push me against a wall, rip my shirt off and fuck a baby in me." you confessed, loving his body warmth. His grip had tighten on you to the point it was borderline painful, but you relished in it, the alcohol numbing the rational thoughts in your head as they screamed at you to shut up.

The lawyer was so close to doing what you wanted, nearly taking you right there. But much to his dismay, his morals had held him back; surely all it would take would be another sentence murmured from your lips but he considered himself strong. "Sweetheart..."

Just as Andy's lips brushed over yours, loud, heavy footsteps made him pull away, spotting his son drunkenly enter the kitchen. You smiled brightly at Jacob as if you hadn't been about to kiss his father. Andy raised an eyebrow at his son, irritated for interrupting. "Jacob, what're you doing?"

"I—" the boy frowned, forgetting momentarily on what he was doing. Jacob pointed at you, returning a random wave. "I was looking for her, because I got worried she fell in the toilet or something."

"She's fine, I was just sobering her up." Andy answered before you could, reluctantly helping you off the table, wishing he had a few more minutes alone with you. "Don't let your mom see all those bottles when she gets home. She won't be lenient as I am."

Jacob saluted in response, watching his dad help his best friend off the table. He was too drunk to notice the longing looks you had exchanged with Andy. "Okay, dad. Night."

Andy stood in the kitchen, alone, watching his girl giggle at something his son whispered. With more confidence than ever, he pulled out the manila envelope from the kitchen drawer, placing it on the table. Laurie would find it when she comes back.

—

Newton, MA - July 4, 2021

"You're so fat." Jacob commented, eyes widening when he felt the baby kick. Without much thought, he invaded your personal space, placing his cheek against your stomach. You sighed, rolling your eyes at your best friend. Jacob chuckled. "This little guy is gonna be a soccer superstar. Like Cristiano Ronaldo."

Andy chuckled from the driver's seat, pulling into the driveway, pulling Jacob off your stomach and back to his seat. "Don't antagonize her, Jake. She might rip your head off for breathing the same air without her permission."

Childishly, you stuck your tongue, making your baby daddy burst out laughing before as he turned off the car and opened the door. But you could hardly say his comment was an exaggeration, grimacing at the memory of nearly snapping Andy's arm off when he had forgotten the almond milk from the weekly visits to the grocery store. It had been both a blessing and curse to have Jacob in the outs of the pregnancy when that incident occurred. You hadn't wanted him to see the growing bump.

With the help of both Barbers, you got out of the car, carefully and slowly for the sake for both you and the babies. The two were chatting as they unloaded the baggage from trunk while you made your way to the house, reminiscing in the days when Jacob's glances weren't filled with betrayal, as if you had ripped his heart from his chest.

It wasn't everyday he looked at you with that raw emotion in his eyes—the betrayed looks had started to decrease the more time you spent together—yet you still felt guilty. With a hand over your growing belly, you opened the door, bombarded with memories from childhood, once again reminding you who you were having a baby with.

Once Jacob had sprinted out of the room, in anger and denial after seeing his father tangled in bed with his best friend, you had pushed Andy off you, wanting to go after him. When Andy argued it was better off for Jacob to be alone, you had blamed him for everything, for ruining the lifelong friendship with Jacob and weeks of stress caused by sleeping with him the first time. The lawyer hadn't denied the guilt or blame like you thought he would—like you wished he would—instead drowning in the insults you threw his way.

You didn't start to forgive him until Jacob came back, but then loathed him after the your best friend announced he needed some time and space to think it out, uncertain which conclusion he would come to. Thankfully, he couldn't live without you in his life, no matter how hard he tried, so he came running back, wishing for an apology when all you wanted to do was cry and wish you didn't have to spend two months without him.

Andy, like the charming bastard he is, had slowly broke down the wall of bricks made from your anger and hatred, and unwillingly, you let him in. Jacob had explained, quite awkwardly, he should be in no way a problem to yours and Andy's relationship, only to be slapped by the pregnancy news. Surprisingly, he kept it light and took it well.

Unsurprisingly to Andy, the fetus (he had been very upset when you occasionally called the baby that) had been conceived on Thanksgiving, proving the plan B useless. You had given up any pretenses at that point, and gave in to Andy's precautions no matter how ridiculous they had been; safety for the fetus.

Your parents had been content with the excuses you've made, only a little suspicious on not wanting to see them during the months of carrying the baby. The baby boy to be precise. But the lack of visiting since college was consistent enough for them to not rise suspicions.

You settled down on the couch, exhausted by the road trip despite how short it was. Newton was hardly small, but with Andy's former title, it wouldn't be long before rumors spread, and with rumors came exaggerated stories along with middle-aged women judging your life decisions because they had nothing to do all day other than sit in their lazy asses.

Andy and Jacob set the bags down by the doorway, Jacob letting out a huge sigh while his dad walked over to you, kissing your forehead. You couldn't help but smile at the gesture. He sat beside you, leaving no room to breathe.

"Hello, gorgeous."

"Ugh." Jacob groaned, turning his eyes away from the PDA. "Okay, I'm gonna go before any more of this happens. I'll see you guys for dinner."

Before you could ask, Jacob closed the door, practically sprinting to his car. Seeing his father in bed with his best friend had scarred him. You turned your attention back to Andy, head tilting in confusion. "Where's he going?"

"He's giving me some alone time with you. Had to pay him a few bucks after he complained about stealing you, but he'll manage for the next couple of hours." Andy explained, his hands absentmindedly stroking your belly, his smile beaming.

"What's happening in the next couple of hours that he can't be here for?" you asked, curious. The blast of hormones had been a gift Andy knew he didn't deserve, with you crawling over his body in the earlier months of the pregnancy, waking him up with lips wrapped around his cock. With his precautions for the baby, he'd been a tease for the past few weeks with the due date just barely two months away.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head in amusement. "It's not that, sweetheart." Andy chuckled at your pout, disappointed by the outcome. "I just wanted to spend some time with you."

You knew there was something more, but you let it go, one thing at the front of your mind. Your fingers clawed at his shirt, biting your lip. "Then let's spend some time together." Leaning closer, you softly nipped at his earlobe, whispering in his ear. "Daddy."

Andy murmured your name, stern and sure but the bulge in his pants deemed a different story. That was enough for you to stop seducing him. "You're going to be the death of me."

Laughing, you turned the tv on, cuddling next to the soft man. Well, as close to cuddling as you could with the belly in the way. Your feet had been sore despite the not having to walk much all day, but the road trip had taken a lot of your already drained energy. Andy understood, gently taking off your shoes and massaging your feet until they no longer felt sore.

Two hours were wasted watching true crimes documentaries, Andy passionately commenting on the evidence they clearly had missed, and voicing his opinions of who was clearly guilty. You muffled a giggle, amused by the former lawyer. It still surprised you to see Andy so ... light? The forehead creases only coming together when something had displeased you, no matter how tiny. Retiring must've done something to relieve the stress he carried.

It wasn't until the third Buzzfeed Unsolved episode came on that you got tired. Andy, sending the change, muted the screen, pressing a soft kiss on your close eyelids. He positioned you so you were leaning against him, your back to him as you laid on the couch, a hand over your growing stomach. Anxiety seeped through his veins.

Andy cleared his throat. Playing with your hair, he said, "Marry me."

Your eyes snapped open, growing wide as you pondered if you had heard him right. "What?"

He shrugged. "Marry me."

Andy had said if so casually, it wasn't a question, but a statement. Or more accurately, a demand. You turned around, putting space between you two. Your eyes were hurting from the lack of blinking. "What?"

He reached in his pocket, the small, velvet box that had rested uncomfortably in his pocket took your breath away. Andy opened the box, revealing a diamond, far too beautiful to look at. His smile widened, taking in your shocked expression. "Please marry me."

A minute of silence passed.

"You're fucking insane." you whispered, staring intently at his blue eyes who were sparkling in excitement. He knew the outcome.

Andy's smile hadn't wavered. "Is that a yes?"

"No!" you shouted, getting up from the cough. He stood up, his arms ready to catch your unbalanced body. You glared at him. "I'm not going to marry you because I'm pregnant! No! No, no, no. I forbid you to ask me that question until this baby is out of me."

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist. "So, when I ask in two months ... ?"

"You'll just have to see." you murmured. A smug smirk fell on his face, but this one was warmer, more heartfelt.

"You'll say yes."

You shrugged, but couldn't help the smile appearing. "Probably."

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[clatterbane]

At this point, I am at least hopeful that this damned eye might be clearing up to the point of being good to go, so I can try and get a license here.

In Sweden, everybody has to submit specified vision testing results from an optometrist. They really are not messing around with the DMV eye chart approach I am way more used to. There would also be a whole PITA medical review procedure to go through, though hopefully whoever is handling that will have their shit together better than the DVLA department doing that in the UK is reputed to.

At least neither place is it relying on the standard run of NHS doctors, who are kinda renowned for not knowing what the regulations actually are.* And hopefully the driving license agency itself isn't as obstructionist to, like, everyone--not just disabled people.

(Back in Virginia? I would just keep my mouth shut about all that shit on DMV paperwork--and make it abundantly clear to the opthalmologist that, no, I have absolutely no intention of driving with seriously fucked-up vision in one eye. All they were requiring was a declaration that you are not knowingly planning to drive while significantly medically impaired. Which I truly would not. No lies involved.)

Hassles I really do not need, but as I read the regulations here? That should be the only legitimate barrier to driving. My blood sugar control has been solid enough since I actually got appropriate treatment, that the endo nurse here was jokingly asking if I were really diabetic at all. (Ngl, that automatically freaked me out a little after all the damned medical gaslighting.) They were suggesting that I should maybe back off it some, but now they've seen from CGM data that I'm not having a bunch of lows either.

So far, I've never had a hypo serious enough that I couldn't handle it by myself, much less needed medical attention. *fingers crossed* And that's what they're mainly worried about in terms of road safety: how likely you might be to unexpectedly pass out behind the wheel, or "just" start driving like someone has slipped you several drinks. Which is a pretty understandable concern, whether or not I like the idea of bureaucratic medical reviews with all the ways that can go wrong.

Whether or not I can manage to get set up with a Robo Leg soon (and I am certainly hoping to!), things should be fine on that front. Worst case, there are adaptive controls, which the system here is even supposed to set you up with. I would be fine to go right now with an automatic transmission, much as I don't like them. (And they're unusual in Europe.) Only need one foot for that, worst case. That's what most people in similar situations in the US seem to be doing. Not sure if that simple solution would pass the added official gatekeeping here, but something should be totally workable right now.

At any rate, I never for a second intended to give up driving. The relative difficulty of public transport gives me an even bigger push. Once I am sure I can pass the vision testing--and, you know, actually feel safe myself to get behind the wheel? I do intend to try and get that ball rolling.

A decent bit sharper curve to get there than it would have been back home, including with not having driven at all for 10+ years now. 😬 But hey, I am pretty determined.

Just having the option would do A LOT for my wellbeing in general. Should help me get out more with way less spoon drain, and actually get more shit accomplished. It certainly did the last time I was back home, though working around some different disability specifics at that point. In a way, I was very sorry to have to go back to where I had to depend on public transport. 😑

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* I did run into this one otherwise total asshole opthalmologist I kept getting stuck seeing, who chose to keep browbeating me basically over being diabetic at all--rather than treat the actual problem before it snowballed. But, he ALSO repeatedly threatened to report me to the DVLA for just being diagnosed with retinopathy. With the explicit goal of getting my license yanked over the diagnosis itself. (Who knows what that dude was planning to claim, though. Or what shit he might have actually pulled in other patients unfortunate enough to deal with him 😒)

When, at the time? I'd never held a British license, and it was not affecting my actual vision whatsoever. Yet. 😬 And in reality, under DVLA regulations, I was golden.

[painted-crow]

hey so i'm looking to figure my sorting out. i'm p sure of my secondary but honestly i've gone in circles so many times that i'd believe anything lmao

so i guess to start like. i'm fairly sure i'm an idealist, but with a twist. i care about making the world a better place-- i'm kinda infamous among my friends for being a little TOO outspoken about my opinions. on a small scale, i have strong opinions about a lot of things, but on a larger scale... idk. i don't think any one person can know what an ideal world looks like cause there really is no such thing. there are literally countless variables when it comes to implementing even small systems, countless ways to fuck it up, so i don't think i'd be choosing some grand ideal over the people i love anytime soon.

that being said, i think my idealist streak gets directed into something else most of the time. i'm very focused on understanding myself to a fault. i want to know why i do the things i do, why i believe certain things over others. when it comes to my beliefs about the world, they're strong but take it or leave it, but when it comes to myself they are not a good idea to push. i've ended relationships over not feeling like myself with them or feeling like i'm losing myself or they're pushing me to be someone i'm not. i make strong instant decisions about what the "right" thing to do is when it comes to how it impacts my perception of myself, especially with intimate relationships (i'm a lot less impulsive with things like friends and things i'm less personally involved in). i NEED to know who i am, way more than i care about any one specific person or thing. obviously i love people very deeply and would do just about anything to have both, but if i don't know who i am, if i'm not true to myself, then i have nothing. losing people happens.

the issue is, because i'm prone to doing that and not thinking as much about how it'll impact people, i've been called selfish a lot over my lifetime. recently i've started thinking more about how my actions impact people and their feelings, and i'm feeling a lot more torn. i want to do what i want to do, what i feel is best, but i feel immature for doing it a lot. i've started worrying a lot about being a bad person and hurting people, and i've been thinking about how the "right" way to be is. i went through a phase where i was repressing myself to make the "moral" choice, but i just felt so flat. ultimately i realized that it doesn't really matter how good i am if i have to repress myself to get there, cause then all it is is performance. tldr is i feel super guilty for making "selfish" choices rn, especially as i've gotten more aware of other peoples' feelings.

what i think is probably going on is that i'm an idealist primary with a badger model, but i'm not sure between lion and bird, and i'm still open to badger. pretty sure i'm not a snake.

the section on my secondary's gonna be a lot shorter, sorry this got so long! so i'm p sure i'm a badger secondary. considered lion and snake secondary too. whatever i am, i have a p loud lion model over it. i've always had a gift for making people trust me, for acting. i kinda blend in and become what i need to to both help them and get them off my back so i can do what i need to do. i have a serious passion for helping people with tough love (i like to think of myself as a p good advice giver, since i can both tell people what they need to hear and really get in their shoes and be kind where other people might not). i think i judge myself the least when i can kinda toe that line between pushing boundaries and stepping back-- i track where peoples' boundaries are constantly so i can push them to the limit without stepping over them. i'm very fluid when it comes to presentation in reality, even though i think people actually think of me as kinda controversial. i tend to see people who are ACTUALLY overstepping boundaries as lowkey selfish at times, even though i also really respect them. i like to do things the "right" way as long as i give a shit about them. the catch is, i don't want to blend into the background, and i don't think i do. a partner of mine called me a fox cause he noticed the way i constantly toe that line where i can get people to notice me and still keep them off my back, still make them comfortable. i'm also NOT a planner. people constantly give me shit for only ever feeling things out in the moment, and honestly thinking about the future freaks me out. i don't want to plan how i do shit i'd rather just get in the zone and figure it out from there. tldr i'm pretty sure i'm a badger secondary? but i could be convinced of snake. definitely see elements of both but my gut's telling me badger so take that how you will

anyway! thank you so much for taking the time to answer this, i know it's a lot.

also sorry one thing i forgot to add about my secondary! i think my lion model got so loud because when i do the shifty presentation thing, i have a tendency to lose myself and start perceiving myself as whatever i'm presenting. it's made it really hard to figure out who i actually am and so i started just being as clear about it as possible.

for my primary, i really care a lot about being right. i try to take every side into consideration to make sure i get the best conclusion. i can be super stubborn when it comes to certain things, but i don't want to just... hold to perceptions that are wrong. that being said it's important to me to trust my gut and i take it as a big input. i'm very felt out for most things, don't really have a strong system of how to be. i really wanna be able to trust myself but i just don't. i have a big habit of relying on other people to tell me what to think, which is uh. yeah.

Primary

You're a Bird primary with a Lion model, and you're trying on some Badger ideals. That's one of the easier Sorts I've done, lol! Possibly because your primary and models actually House match mine :p

Your reasoning process screams Bird xD and so does your writing style and just the length of the ask. Birds love self-analysis, it's part of how we make sure our systems stay as close to true as we can make them.

You've got some Lion too, but it's a model. It sounds like your Lion and your Bird have come into conflict before, and like most Birds with Lion models, it bugs the snot out of you when your Lion's intuition (which is important data!) doesn't line up with what your Bird knows.

You've prioritized Bird's conclusions before, but (as with many Birds) you don't entirely trust your own system and you're wondering if your Lion might have been right and you should give its reasoning more weight.

Also, you're consciously deciding that maybe Badgers' way of doing things is more moral than yours, and you're pulling in some of those ideals. That doesn't make you a Badger primary. Birds are notorious for this kind of thing actually 😂

The line between whether some ideals you've pulled into your Bird system vs. what counts as a model is fuzzy. It's up to you really, how important those pieces of Badger are to you.

For me, I think the line might be--is it wired into your sense of self on its own, or does it get filtered through your Bird and Lion? It really sounds like your Lion is a strong part of your sense of self: if you ignore its advice, you feel not totally like yourself. You don't have to feel all your models equally strongly, but thinking of it that way might help.

(It's also hard because Birds often feel like they kind of are their systems, or they are their ability to reason, that's a core part of their identity. ...It's complicated.)

Secondary

You sound really really Snakey. I'm not sure where you're getting Badger, actually!

Badgers are more than the mirroring ability. They also bury themselves in work or community, and it can sometimes look like they're neck deep in so many responsibilities that they couldn't possibly handle any more problems--and then they do have a problem, they do need something, and they stand up and all that stuff they were buried in turns out to be armor and tools.

Snakes, otoh, are improvisational and tend to be very aware of their surroundings. Unlike Badgers, the Snake brand of social shapeshifting involves a lot of keeping track of other people's reactions to what they're doing--trying something and then watching the response, then adjusting, rinse and repeat. You turn yourself into exactly the right person for this situation.

Badger mirroring is usually simpler. You reflect the other person's energy back at them: it's an empathetic response that says we're alike, I accept you, you're safe. A lot of Badgers do this without thinking--it can be hard to turn off.

Snakes also don't go in for prep work as much, it tends to trip them up (Snakes with Badger or Bird models notwithstanding). They're Improvisational secondaries, unlike Bird and Badger which are Built and rely heavily on some form of preparation.

The Lion model sounds legit, but just check for yourself: you might be learning to use Snake's neutral state. Snakes will sometimes drop all their layers of acting and maneuvering and suddenly they're just themselves. Different Snakes have different relationships with neutral state. For some Snakes, it's a relief to drop the mask; for others, it feels vulnerable and they only trust certain people with their full authenticity.

It does sound like you really admire Lion secondaries, though, so you might indeed have a model there! This is just something else you could check on.

Hope that helps!

- Paint

[softsebnbuckystan]

Soul ties - Part 4 (Bucky Barnes au)

“And if you're feeling lonely you should tell me

Before this ends up as another memory”

A week. You'd met Bucky a week earlier and still hadn't forgotten the feeling of his arm on your back, the deepness of his voice and the blue of his eyes. How could you? You were trying to spend as much time with Darren as you could, but he was hardly ever home.  When he wasn't working, he was meeting one friend or another to watch a baseball game. You had been married for one week, and this was your seventh day alone in your apartment.

The place you and Darren lived in was small and you had given your best to make it feel like a welcoming home. From green plants to scented candles and beautiful artwork, everything was meant to make any visitor feel welcomed and cozy. Your favourite thing was obviously the couch and beanbag chairs : they were all dark grey and the fabric gave them the impression of a cloud. Not that it mattered to your husband, though... You sighed as you got up from your couch and put your coffee cup on the kitchen counter. Taking out your phone out of your back pocket, you stopped for a moment, biting your cheek. Should you...call him? No. It was too soon and you  hadn't  heard from him at all since the wedding. Maybe it wasn't a good idea. Scratch that: it was probably a terrible idea.  You decided to call Steve instead, hoping he would have some work for you at the compound. You  had already helped out a lot, especially in terms of scientific development. You and Bruce Banner were currently working on a tissue-repairing  technology. It was a work in progress and Banner didn't have much time for it, but you always tried to make yourself useful: there was always an agent who needed a wound to be stitched.

"Y/n? Hi! How's the married life going?" Your heart warmed up as soon as you heard Steve's voice on the phone.

"Hi, uh... Good, thanks. Do you need my help at the compound?" you asked.

"No, not really. I mean, you always find ways to help, of course, but we thought you'd like a week or two, you know." He paused. "Don't you have a honeymoon to go to?"

"Darren's too busy with work. He said we'd go when he gets a week off, which is...not right now. So do you need me there?"

Your friend took a moment to answer. "Yeah, we always need you. Do you want me to send a car?"

"Yeah, Darren took ours and I don't think a taxi can take me there. Thanks, Stevie! See you soon."

"Okay, the car will be at your place in an hour. See ya!"

Hanging up the phone, you already felt better than five minutes earlier. Going to the compound meant working, for sure, but it also meant you got to see and spend time with Wanda, joke around with Sam or just chit chat with Bruce. You could say the compound was like your second home, now.  After a quick shower and changing into some jeans and t-shirt, you deemed yourself ready to go and packed your backpack – no, a handbag was not enough to carry your multiple notebooks and pens.

You scrolled on your phone to make time pass faster and when the bell rang, you furrowed your brows. Drivers usually honked and didn't bother ringing the doorbell. You went to the interphone and pressed the speaker.

"Who's there?"

You heard what sounded like the end of a throat-clearing noise. "It's Bucky. Steve asked me to pick you up."

Your lips froze and your brain stopped functioning correctly for a second. Who? What? Why?

"I'll be down in a sec," you ended up saying, acting as composed as possible.

'Damn you, Steve.' You did want to see Bucky, but time to prepare for the occasion would've been better. Last time he saw you, you were wearing a pretty dress and your hair was done and...shit. You quickly ran your brush through your hair, hoping it would make it better, before thinking of how ridiculous you sounded: why would Bucky care about how you looked, and – more importantly – why would you ?

When you found yourself down in the entrance hall, you caught a glimpse of Bucky through the glazed door. He seemed to be carrying something. You opened the door and greeted him with  a smile.

"I didn't know you'd be the one coming,"  you noted, trying to figure out whether he enjoyed being here or not.

He shrugged and looked at the floor.  "Steve apparently had no one available so...he asked me. Ready?" He handed you what he'd be holding the whole time and...

"A helmet? Why would I- Oh. You don't have a car,  do you?"

Bucky let out a laugh. As brief as it was, you couldn't help but swoon. You looked up and smiled back. "What's so funny?"

"You don't like bikes?" he asked, raising a brow.

"No, I just... They're not as safe as a car. "

"It's safe with me, I promise. Come."

You followed him with a grin as he placed his helmet over his long hair and you tried to strap yours on, fiddling with your fingers.

"Let me help." You almost stopped breathing when his fingers brushed against your chin as he attached the helmet's straps. "Okay, we  should go now."

You nodded and sat behind him, unsure of where to place your arms. "Hum..."

Bucky gently seized your wrists and brought them on his stomach. "Just hold on here." You  felt his back tense as you joined your hands on his body. You hadn't been this close to him since you'd met. Your own body's reaction was to nestle against Bucky's. Whether you wanted to feel safe on this bike or you just needed him to be close, you had no clue. Bucky started the engine, made sure you were holding on tight and started driving through the streets. The wind on your exposed skin made you shiver and after ten minutes or so, you felt comfortable enough to rest your chin on Bucky's back, right behind his shoulder.

Something in the way Bucky drove and took his turns made you think he was  used to go faster. Was he slowing down for you?

"Are you going slower than usual?" you yelled behind him.

Turning his head around would've been too dangerous so he nodded.

"Don't hold yourself back for me then, I'm not a kid!"

His shoulders moving hinted at a laugh as the motorbike sped up. It only made you cling harder to him and when you arrived at the compound half an hour later, you realised  you were smiling too hard for your own good.

"You screamed", he said in a soft voice, a smile floating on his lips.

"No, I did not."

"Yeah, you did."

You  shook your head and tried putting on a serious face as you saw Wanda coming to you. You didn't want her to tease you about your – probably  – huge smile. By the look in her eyes, you could tell she'd obviously busted you. She hurried towards you and hugged you tight.

"I'm so happy to see you," she breathed. "Are you here to work with Bruce?"

"Yeah, or just help around." You lowered your voice. "I needed to get away from home for the day."

Your sister gave you a confused stare before she understood. "Oh. He's working too much again?"

"Yeah. I guess staying home with his now-wife is too much to ask." You looked away for a second. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be bitter."

Bucky got off of the bike as well and stopped next to you, as if waiting for something. He must've spotted the interrogation in your eyes because he gestured to your head.

"The helmet," he explained. "I don't think you wanna wear that all day."

You chuckled. "No, I don't." You struggled once again with the straps and when Bucky unstrapped them for you, the same shiver as earlier ran down your spine. "Thanks for the ride," you added as he walked away to the building. He waved at you and nodded, smiling a little less brightly than he did in front of your house.

"That was some tension I just saw there," Wanda remarked. "Were you even able to keep your hands off him on that bike?"

"Wanda!"

"What? I'm just asking. Isn't he your soulmate or something?"

You ran your hand through your ruffled hair and gave her a disapproving look.

"You"re the one who told me soulmates could very well be friends," you argued. "And you  shouldn't be encouraging me down that road. I'm married, in case you forgot."

"Yeah, to a man who didn't even booked a honeymoon."

"He's busy," you said, looking away from your sister. Finding excuses for Darren was easy. Selling them to your sister was a whole different ballgame.

"Not to me, y/n. You should tell him you want to go!"

"Yeah, maybe tonight." You started walking to the compound. "I need to talk to Bruce about our last meeting. I'll see you later."

Wanda shook her head before going the other way, towards the gardens. You loved your sister, obviously, and she meant the world to you. However, when she was seeing right through your lies and excuses like she'd just been, it always drove you mad at yourself. Sure, you were in love with Darren and he'd never been mean to you, but you knew perfectly you didn't have to take all of his shit. You could feel he was taking you for granted, and you decided that had to change. If you didn't start fighting for your own wellbeing, you knew Wanda would. You weren't eager to witness such events.

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1p allies and axis react to that the reader gave birth to they're child. When they ask here she wants the hold the baby? , her answer is like "I don't want hold that thing!"

Alright. So, before I start off I need to give a fair warning that as to why it would even come to that point … let’s just say that it is pretty dark. Warning for implied non-con, manipulation & coercion. You’re reading this at your own risk.

Yandere Allies

America

“What do you mean you don’t want it?”, Alfred would ask, completely dumbfounded by your vindictive reaction to your very own child. Lovingly, he stared down at the bundle in his arms. The reddened face covered with wax was just too adorable to be true.

“We’re finally going to be a family; it is the most wonderful thing I can think off. And you have to react like this.”

The malice in those sky-blue eyes was clear as he took in your exhausted state.

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? This is your child as well as mine and you have to go on and reject the best thing that has ever happened to you? Your lack of compassion is shocking. So, either put your big girl panties on and act like an adult or we’re going to have a serious talk!”

Let’s just say that Alfred wouldn’t take it well at all that you have such an aversion to your very own child. He would see it as grounds as to have a serious talk with you. If you’re lucky, it would be something akin to a psychotherapy section that he would do with you, only with a lot of condensation. Then, if he is in a very bad mood, it would be far more macabre.

Of course, the things he would do to you would be wrong, except in his mind where everyone of his actions would be justified. Through rejecting your child, you would have tarnished his image of you. Alfred would have thought that you had gotten used to idea of spending the rest of your days by his side. Those vile words of yours would have served to confirm the latter. And villainize you in his eyes.

You would have a lot of apologizing to do. Just keep in mind that if he would sense anything fake in your buttering up to him, the trust he would have established would crumble to ashes. And he is good at disconcerting true from false. However, if you’d hide any lies you’d have behind extreme emotions, then you could succeed.

Canada

“But, she/he is your child”, Matthew would protest. The way you’d firmly shake your head would make his heart drop to your gut.

“A child I never wanted”, you would whisper, sweat glistening on your brow and making it seem as through you were submerged in a fever dream. “Only you wanted a child, I didn’t. How can you be so blind to not see that?”, you would murmur, too lost to evade the hole you were digging yourself into.

Your captor’s lips would thin as he was reminded about the darker aspects of your relationship.

Talk about popping a balloon with a needle, there goes all that happiness and excitement, blown away by a few cruel realisations. Of course, due to your relationship not being of an overly violent nature the fall-out wouldn’t be harsh in the direct, tangible sense. Needless to say, Canada would be pissed that you just had to go on and ruin the whole show and his dreams of a saccharine future.

He’ll skilfully dismissed that you would have been coerced into bearing a child (if not by the worst way you can get pregnant) and tell everybody that would even catch wind that there was something sinister buried deep, that you were just hysterical because of all the residue hormones from the delivery and the exhaustion. That is, if he has too.  

China

A fine, pencil thin eyebrow would rise as he condescendingly regarded your disarrayed constitution. Calmly, he would turn to the midwife he had order and take the new-born expertly out of their arms while stating:

“We thank you sincerely for your services. Please, leave now that I may calm my wife down.”

They would nod and quickly scurry out of the room.

Snake-yellow eyes would stare fondly at the infant weakly kicking at the blankets and thin lips stretched to an endearing smile as a tiny, waxy hand was extended up to his face. Gently, he would shift his arms so one hand was free. The baby would snatch the outstretched index finger as soon as they would have the chance, clumsily stuffing it in their mouth and sucking.

Yao wouldn’t even glance your way as he would seat himself on the edge of the mattress, however, his scolding words said with such calmness would add a crude shadow to the picturesque image:

“All your tantrums are growing increasing petty. You should restrain your emotions before you go completely out of control.”

You wanted to gap at him, at his patronizing words. But more than anything else, you wanted to cry for help. Not that any would come. You were stationed in the guest room of his estate and the midwife that had been summoned was the only other person anywhere near you.

She wouldn’t aid you, not that she could. Your “lover” had a way with words – his violence wasn’t physical; it was an intangible knife that made wounds that would never heal.

Instead, you would stammer shakily: “But you said we would give it up for adoption.”

“I said I would consider it. There is a big difference there. Besides, you shouldn’t torture yourself by denying your own nature.”

At those words you would find yourself trembling. Rage would simmer like a pool of magma in your stomach and combined with exhaustion it would make you shake – a brittle leaf in the autumn wind. Your voice would crack as you seethed: “Do you have to start with this sexist nonsense out me being a woman…”

A glare would be enough to silence you.

“It is not because you’re a woman. It is because you’re a human and humans care for their kin.”

To China, it would be barbaric for you to so callously reject your very own child, the fruit of your womb, a testament of the love you two have for each other. To him, family is infinitely precious and for you to smash that vision there would be severe consequences. Whether you would like it or not, you’re going to keep the child and you’re going to love him/her. Although, you might do all that out of your own “volition”, as in China would manipulate you to extent that you’d think those thought would be yours.

England

“Shut up!”, would be his immediate response and the waspishness of his tone would be enough to make the nurse raise their eyebrows in suspicion. However, the rage upon porcelain feature and the harshly snapped instructions of “Leave” and “Not you bloody dare tell anybody about this” would be enough to make your only gate way to freedom vanish.

Money would also help seal the deal.

The baby would be in the cradle at the foot of your bed, luckily, because the expression of malevolent fury on his face told you that he would’ve broken anything in his hands in fit of rage. It was the expression of hot passion and chilled anger that one would normally attribute to a general.

Still you summoned your courage to make your case: “I never wanted this, not any of this so not give me that look. You knew I never wanted a baby, you knew that didn’t want to…“, you would yell and choke on those last words because of the memories they’d evoke.

And that window of opportunity would be what Arthur would use to crush your case to dust:

“It is funny, really, because half of the time you don’t know what you want from life”, he would say, voice dangerous soft as he approached you, the fairy fire in his green irises making your skin itch as if there was something contagious directly underneath the first few layers.

“But that doesn’t matter anyhow because your feelings are irrelevant.”

You would open your mouth to protest but only a croak your come out.

“No matter what you say, your emotions are not accurate assessments of reality. What is reality is that you don’t know what is best for you. I do, better than anybody else and that is why you need me. Face it, you’re nothing without me.

“So, except your new role of mother. I promise, you’ll grow to love it.”

As the man himself just now stated, your wants and desires are meaningless to him in the grand scheme of things, or at least, he’ll convince you of that. If you would believe that yourself, then thing would be much easier for him. Arthur would see it as another chance to degrade your identity while putting his on a pedestal.

However, if you wouldn’t fall soon for his manipulations, then he would let you feel his anger in controlled bursts. The spite would surface over your time of recovery and he would purposefully leave you alone with the child so that you would be forced to take care of them.  

France

“You will”, he’d state firmly.

Your jaw would hit the floor. Him not getting sentimental would shock you.

“It pains me to see you like this, to see you so cruel, so take those words back. What happened to my (y/n)? What happened that her morals decayed to this point? Where is her heart? Where is her compassion?”, he would sorrowfully lament, like a heart broken poet.

His touching little serenade would be enough to make the fussing baby fall silent, not to mention you.

Guilt would rise up in your gut, toxic and hot. Just what had come out of your mouth?

This would be one of the matters where he’d leave no room for his delusions, where he would even go as far as to revive all the memories of your countless grievances for the sole purpose of teaching you a lesson. It would be needed, and he would be lucid enough to recognize you as a potential threat to your own offspring.

To say the least, he would be weary of you during the next few years, least you try to get rid of the child somehow, be it through cold blooded murder or by giving them away for adoption. With the outburst you would have displayed, nothing would be off the plate in his eyes.

Russia

Violet-blue eyes would be harsh as the high north when they met yours, the warning glare enough to silence you and make something shrivel up in you. Defeated, you would press yourself back into the mattress hoping the accursed thing would swallow you whole because that would be better than all the damnation that the hardset features of your captor promised.

Therefore, it would be all the more petrifying when Russia would elect to ignore in order to turn his attention to the squirming infant in his arms, cooing lovingly and smiling.

Ivan wouldn’t take any nonsense on your part and if you hadn’t learned it at that point then you would be in double trouble. It might even descend into slaps. Although that would be a last resort, if he would feel his control slipping and resort to drastic measures in order to regain it.

He wouldn’t lose a word over your unforgivable behaviour, not the next day, not the next week, not the next year. If you would bring the topic up, then he would be quick to shut it down. However, just because he would verbalise the problem doesn’t mean there wouldn’t be any consequences for it. It would take for in the nuances of your life together – him not help you with the post-delivery recovery, often having a patronizing and degrading undertone in his voice when speaking with you, generally acting more spiteful towards you…

Those would just be a few examples. And he wouldn’t take written or spoken apologises either. Ivan wouldn’t care for lip-service, you would have to prove yourself to be a worthy and loving mother in order to get in his good books again.

[hwauas]

🎭: "it was a s.o.s"

song mingi | 송민기 - 2,262 words

the weather was clear. it was a kind of day you enjoyed a lot. you would feel extremely productive during a bright and sunny day. and today wasn't different. as soon as you woke up and went to the window to have a look outside, you felt like you were motivated to go out.

and after your daily morning routine, consisting in eating, your daily skin care, and checking on your emails, you got ready to go out. since it was sunny, you decided to wear something with bright colours, and something you would be comfortable enough to walk in.

     you decided it was the perfect weather to go and walk alongside the sea. places like this were really revitalising for you. it was a perfect moment to be with yourself, alone, to take a break, and to think a little.

     riding your bike up there, you smiled as you felt the sun warming up your back. it was a sweet sensation you couldn't get tried of.

and the sea quickly showed up in front of you. you could hear the sound of the waves. this sound, added to the sun on your back, was making you even more happy to be here.

     you parked your bike, and locked it up to find it again when you would decided to go back home. and as soon as you were on the beach, you removed your shoes to enjoy the sensation. you put them into a little bag you carried with you, and started to walk along the water. the waves sometimes reached your bare feet. feeling the cold water on your skin, the sand sliding in between your toes till the next wave.

it was a perfect moment you were living, enjoying the view.

     but suddenly, as you were walking, something hit your ankle. and as you looked down, you saw a bottle made of glass. a cork was on the top of it, holding back the water to go inside the bottle. and in it, there were papers.

you looked around, not sure about what to do. but you quickly decided to take it before the wave go back and an another wave bring it anywhere else.

     should you read the papers? should you throw the bottle away when you go back home? should you give it to someone? but who? should you, ultimately, put it back in the water?

you were extremely curious about this bottle. you couldn't just throw it away, ignore it and act like if nothing happened. and what if it was your fate to find it, and to open it?

     you keep walking longer, the bottle in your hand, not sure about what to do. you were curious, but had you the right to open it?

deep down, a little voice was whispering to you to open this bottle.

while walking, you were looking down at the bottle in your hands. you could see few elements in it. there was a picture of someone inside this bottle. a guy. and he looked incredibly charismatic.

was he the one who sent this bottle? was he someone absolutely not related to this bottle? or did the sender mentionned him in the letter and put a picture of him too?

and in the bottle, you also could see a jewelry. because of the green colour of the glass, you couldn't see well, but it looked very refined.

     it was enough to increase your curiosity. you stopped walking and went back from the water to sit in the sand. you waste no more time and opened the bottle. you took the letter first, and rolled it out. you could see a beautiful handwriting.

the letter looked extremely long, but you didn't mind at all.

     « well, i guess i have to start the letter now i stained the paper with the ink...

i'm Song Mingi, and today is April, 11th.

i still don't know why i'm doing this. maybe no one will find it. but when Yunho hyung suggested me to do this, i thought it would be funny.

Yunho is my best friend. Jeong Yunho. and i don't know what would have happened without him. i never told him this but.. he saved me.

the truth is that i'm sick. and it's not something new to me. doctors always told me i was on the waiting list, but the donnation i'm waiting for never came yet. but i honestly don't think i will ever have the transplant.

i wanted to give up when i was diagnosed with this disease. but Yunho never let me doing so. he was here, he always have been here. he took me out, he went over, he called me multiple times a day to know if i was good, he always picked up the phone when i was calling him because i felt physically or mentally bad. this is why i'm saying he saved me.

i could live longer than the doctors thought i would. and i then got the chance to live beautiful moments with him. but i honestly think i don't have much time left. doctors think now i'm having about a month left, and i feel like i'm getting weaker day after day. maybe, this time, they're right? and this time, Yunho can't do anything.

i'm honestly devastated just thinking about him having to live a loss like this. he is so devoted as a friend, he is so caring. he can light up everyone's life just with his smile and his puppy eyes. he is reliable and he is loyal.

someone like him shouldn't live something like this. he shouldn't have to face the loss of a friend. but, i can't do anything about that.

he is the one who suggested me to do this letter. because i didn't have time enough to mark the world with my words, my works and my personality.

i always dreamt of being an idol. idols are inspiring people by their works, their words. i wanted to be this idol who will mark the world with my songs. i know, it's very complicated. and even once an idol got to debut, it's still very hard. but i was ready to this. i had something to say, and for as long as the public would have listened to me, i would have said what i had to say.

but since i couldn't, Yunho told me to try and mark someone's life with this bottle. he wanted me to put positiveness in this, to light up someone's life or day. but i don't know how to do that. how am i supposed to put positiveness in a letter when i'm facing the death? when i'm suffering?

i know, maybe you didn't really want to read something written by someone who rants.

give me an another try.

when this bottle will arrive to you, i don't know where i will be. maybe still alive. maybe watching you, from above, reading this. i don't really know. i don't even know if someone will read this.

is there someone? are you still reading?

if yes, i'm not super dexterous with words but i'll try for you: you're beautiful. your hairstyle is amazing. and you're doing great. whether in your personal and professional life. you're doing so great, i'm proud of you. i hope you're chasing your dreams. and if you already did realise your dream, then make an another dream and chase it. don't stop. even if it's tough, even if you're tired of working to achieve this dream and you're not done yet, just keep it up. you're on the right way. and it's never too late to start. do it for me.

i wish you will cross someone's path, someone that will make you happy. either in love or in friendship. someone like Yunho. devoted, caring, loyal, someone you can always lean on. someone that will light up your life.

i also accept to lend you my Yunho, if you don't find someone like that. but you gotta deserve it! i gave you his full name, now you gotta look after him by yourself. but please... if you do meet him, take care of him. he is also very sensitive. i'm not afraid to say he means the world to me. so if you ever hurt him... i'll be very disappointed in you.

he needs a lot of affection. so please, since he is very out-going, don't be afraid to go out with him. and don't be afraid of being clingy with him. he will love it, and he will give it back to you very well by making you happy, and loved. i'm sure you will go along very well, together.

i wish i was still here to meet you too. and i bet we could have been a very nice little squad of three friends.

i can imagine Yunho, you and i, going around the city, laughing, talking about everything, whether it's serious or it's just us being idiots, in our world. we would have go through everything all together. and we would have supported each other no matter what.

but i'll still be by your side. living in his heart, in his mind, in his gaze. and maybe in your mind too.

don't you both dare forget about me! but don't think too much about me neither. enjoy your life. don't waste too much time over a dead person, ok?

you'll find in this bottle a picture of me. and since i'm kind and in the mood to help you... a picture of Yunho. but i also put a bracelet.

it's up to you to wear it. or sell it. or throw it. or just leave it somewhere in your house to keep in mind this bottle, this message, and maybe me, without wearing it everytime.

this bracelet is my favourite. Yunho gifted it to me. i first wanted to keep it, and bring it with me. you know... in my grave. but the design is so beautiful, so refined, i can't give him back a gift he gave me. so i'm choosing you. i know you will take care of it. i believe in you already. i know you'll take the right decision.

honestly, i'm starting to run out of idea. i don't know what to say anymore. and you're probably not reading anymore. but maybe i'm wrong?

if i'm wrong, i wish you the best. to whoever you are, i'll protect you from above, i promise.

take care of yourself. be the better version of yourself.

and let's be friends in an another life.

sincerely,

your friend,

Song Mingi. »

     as your eyes were reading all his words, you spotted few tear stains here and there. and they weren't made of your tears. even though you cried too, you wiped away each one of your tears with the back of your hand. his letter was very touching, and it looks that even for him, it was touching.

you put the pages back in the bottle after you took out the pictures and the bracelet. you put it around your wrist, promising yourself you won't never remove it. you looked at both pictures. Mingi wrote his name on his, and Yunho's name on his picture. they both were charismatic, and stunning. you couldn't believe they were living such a fatality...

     you looked up to the sea, the pictures in your hands. this letter touched you. and you were ready to fight for your dreams. you had to do it for Mingi. you didn't know him — and you were sad about it — but for him, for his dream he hadn't realised, you had to do it. it was your new goal.

     ��i won't disappoint you Mingi. i'll show you you did right when you sent this bottle. and i'll show you you can believe in me. i hope you're not suffering...”

your eyes were fixed on the line between the sea and the sky, far, so far away. and at this moment, a breeze stroked your face softly. was it a sign from Mingi? anyways, you knew deep inside you he heard you.

“i heard you, Mingi. i heard your message. i will take care of Yunho for you. untill we meet each other in an another life. maybe i can't save you... but i can save him. and i will do whatever it takes to make him happy. wait for us, Mingi.”

you looked down to his picture of him, and it felt like your heart broke into million pieces. you slowly stroked the picture, on his cheek.

“you did great, too. i'm proud of you.”

     you put everything back into the bottle, besides the bracelet of course, and put the cork back. you put the bottle in your back, and took out your phone. you had to look after this Yunho now. and as you were walking back to your bike, you were searching for him on internet, and on various social networks.

the question to know what you would say to him didn't even cross your mind when you find his profile, and clicked on the button to start a conversation. it was obvious to you:

« i found Mingi's bottle this morning. i'm Kim y/n. » and with this text, you sent him a picture of your wrist with the bracelet.

his response, which was quick, got your tears falling again:

« he passed away this morning. i guess he waited for you to read the message to know he could go peacefully. »

[brennenscolby]

Father Todd, Mother (Y/n) (One Shot)

Word count: 2,288

A/N: Contains Fluff/Comfort. Nothing explicit, but, if you feel like this may offend you in some way,-since it regards religion-, feel free to exit and read something a little more suitable for you;)

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They were fucked.

Unbelievably fucked.

At least that's what Tim thought.

He was the one who created the earth-traveling device anyways. After working day and night, and going through a few dozen cups of black coffee or so, he created something he believed had the power to transport him to a different planet, -or dimension-, if he pleased. Bruce had been the one to reprimand him about using it, but, he later reluctantly accepted it after seeing Tim's test pass with complete success. Right now, the bat-fam was on a mission. A few heroes were stranded on Earth-15, and Bruce had sent Tim, Damian, and Dick to save them and bring them back. However, as easy as it seemed, things didn't go as planned.

The device had managed to go through some technological failure after sending the stranded heroes back to Earth-51, leaving Tim and the rest behind.

And there they were, stranded on Earth-15. The fact that none of them had any useful knowledge about the planet further put them on edge. They all hid a for a few minutes, clearly anxious about their situation.

Dick was the first to stand from his crouching position.

It seemed they had been transported to a random area, located behind an abandoned cathedral.

Or one that seemed abandoned.

He scanned his surroundings, checking every corner on high alert, before relaxing his shoulders and nodding towards his younger brothers,

"It's clear"

Tim and Damian stood from their positions, the youngest brother clearly not trusting his siblings as he stayed on guard, slowly trailing behind. As soon as they made in front of the cathedral, they stopped, opting to discuss a new plan. Dick watched as his brother in red and black attire went through his gadgets, eyes narrowed in concentration,

"So, What do we do? Just stand here like a bunch of imbeciles?", Damian questioned, emerald eyes gleaming with a small hint of desperation. Dick sighed, acknowledging the brave face he put on. He didn't know if anyone would ever spot the hint of vulnerability in Damian, but he sure as hell could being the brother, -and detective-, he was,

"Well, First we help Tim fix his device."

A sudden voice spoke up, a sweet very familiar timbre caressing their ears,

"I may be able to provide some assistance",

Instantly, they all turned their heads, eyes locking with a pair of gleaming (e/c) ones. Dick tilted his head in pure confusion, sharing a look with Tim as Damian sported a mild expression. It was you they were staring at. Except, you were wearing white and black, resembling that of a nun. Of course, each of the brothers were aware that doppelgängers were on every planet, but, they couldn't help but feel very surprised to find you. If they were being honest, being a nun kinda suited your sweet, considerate personality. You flashed a sweet smile, brows softening with empathy,

"Hello, excuse me for suddenly interfering. I couldn't help but notice you children."

Tim gave a weary smile, crossing his arms. Of course, they found it a bit humiliating to be called children, but, nonetheless, they allowed it to slide. Because it was your doppelgänger saying it, and because you were a nun. It would only be expected from the knowledge they had about that,

"I am Mother (Y/n), this is my cathedral. You must be from another earth I am guessing, yes? Follow me. I must provide you with as much as I can in the name of the lord"

They all gawked are each other, silently following your flowy, almost glowing form. Damian stomped his feet into place, his eyes narrowed his annoyance at the two elders ahead of him,

"Are you two insane? Why are you following? We don't know anything about her. She may prove to be dangerous",

Dick walked over, settling his hand on his brother's shoulder, before quickly having it slapped off by the young brat,

"Hands off, Richard"

He chuckled, face quickly growing serious,

"C'mon Damian. You have any better ideas? Plus, don't you like (y/n)?"

"Tt", he uttered, crossing his arms before begrudgingly following along. Tim examined his utility belt, a few lights going off to signal something,

"My gadget is picking up on two human presences. Whoever the other is, they're probably in the cathedral."

Dick looked down at his escrima sticks, which happened to glow a faint blue,

"Same here. From what I'm getting, it doesn't seem like they're evil."

After trailing behind you for what seemed like a few minutes, Tim was the first to speak up, hoping to ease the unnerving tension around them,

"Thanks for helping us. My name is Tim, and these are my brothers Dick and Damian"

Damian scowled as his identity was revealed. You glanced at them from your peripheral, chuckling at the way they began to bicker,

"It is alright children. Don't worry, I won't reveal your identities"

You opened the cathedral doors. They watched as your eyes aimlessly looked around,

"Father Todd! Father Todd?", you bellowed, hearing nothing but the echo of your voice. You turned back to the boys, watching as their expressions became hysterical once more. Tim and dick could barely believe it. Jason was here too? and he was a priest?! Settling your hands on your hips you arched a brow, crossing your arms,

"Are you children really Alright? You're looking at me like I've lost my mind." Before you could continue, two slender hands settled on each of your shoulders, spooking you to the core,

"I would look at you the same if I were them, Mother (Y/n). After all, you do have a unique way of being", you felt your cheeks burn as you craned your neck up, eyes meeting with amused cerulean ones. Black messy hair, a few strands of white, there stood Jason. Damian refused to believe at first, but, actually seeing Jason dressed as a priest with a cross around his neck was very, very perplexing. What the hell was going on here?? Fully spinning around, you looked up at Father Todd, eyes displaying adoration,

"F-father Todd! U-uh I was just looking for you. I wanted to introduce you to these children.", you pointed at each of them, presenting them to the priest, who seemed just a bit more interested in you than them. Dick and Tim watched your interaction with the Jason, amusement on their faces. It seemed even on another Earth, you both were still completely infatuated with each other.

However, Damian was quick to cut the interaction off, grumbling as a scowl crossed his face,

"Cmon you too. We do not have all day. Especially you, Father Todd", he spat, fuming with impatience and irritation by simply seeing Jason, -or what looked like-, Jason. The priest simply turned to him with a slightly baffled expression before releasing a slight chuckle, smiling brightly nonetheless,

"I see you have a...rather eager one. Please, settle down with me. It would be rude of me not to welcome you in the house of God"

Damian frowned in confusion. How was it possible that Jason could actually be somewhat nice to him?? Even if it was just his doppelgänger, it made his head hurt when he thought about it. They all followed, teasing and clearly enjoying Damian's reaction as you walked ahead with Jason. He pulled out a few chairs from the table next to the alter, gesturing for each to sit,

"May I ask how you children arrived on this planet? Mother (y/n) and I may be able to help"

"We meant to transport to Earth-51, but, it seems like my gadget wasn't working as well as I thought ", Tim scratched the side of his head, smiling bashfully. Father Todd nodded in understanding, hands folding on the table,

"I may just have the thing for this", he winked, standing up and walking over to the other side of the room. Upon pushing some buttons on a keyboard, everything lit up, displaying technological equipment of all sorts. Jason smiled upon seeing Tim's look of atonishment. He quickly walked over to the other side, immediately asking the priest questions and whether or not he had some coffee somewhere. You chuckled at them, steering your gaze over to Dick and Damian who sat directly infront of you,

"Now that I understand the circumstances you've been put under, you may stay as long as you'd like", you announced, handing Dick a cup of tea since he asked for it. He watched you with a neutral expression, clearly curious,

"Wait, you're actually okay with this?"

Jason, who had been helping Tim set up his gadget on the other side, came back, settling to stand behind you. He nodded with you after hearing his statement, offering another smile,

"Of course. I am a Gotham priest and she is a Gotham nun after all"

You grinned, features relaxing,

"We've seen stranger things"

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With the help of his brothers and father todd, Tim had managed to fix his gadget. Dick smiled in triumph, watching everything quickly fall into place.

Your reassurance and kindness surely brought his heart to ease. He understood that all doppelgängers weren't exactly the same, but something about you, on this planet, clearly radiated your vibe and personality.

Nonetheless, the more time he spent seeing you, the more he was starting to feel homesick. The others couldn't really feel it, but, he missed his baby sister. His confident, blunt but kind adoptive-sibling, who had always managed to offer him solace. You turned back to Damian and Dick, a look of sympathy crossing your face as you met eyes with Dick,

"Are you alright, Dick? The gadget will be ready for use in just a little longer"

He smiled softly, nodding his head,

"Im fine. It's just, you remind us of someone we know on our Earth", you nodded, a flash of sadness in your eyes. You didn't know why, but you just sympathized deeply with them. Must've been your connection to your other counterpart. Standing up, you placed a hand on Dick's, offering comfort as his azure orbs met yours,

"Whoever this person may be, I am determined to get you home to them. I really hope you get the chance to greet them"

Dick smiled softly, placing his hand over yours,

"I hope so too"

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After a few hours of preparing and installing some new pieces, the gadget was fully ready. Tim, Damian, and Tim waved goodbye to you and Jason before pressing the device and going through a portal.

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Tim took his hands off the device, looking around with his brothers in hopes of finally achieving the bat-cave. All they saw was your figure alongside Jason's, standing next each other as you faced the bat computers. Upon hearing one of them take a step, you and Jason turned, your eyes sparkling as you smiled at your brothers. When you saw your oldest brother you jumped, running directly into his arms, "Dick! I missed you". He smiled, leaning his chin down on your head, "I missed you too, sis. So much." You were quickly interrupted by the rest, the voice of Damian making its way to your ears,

"Hmpf. I cannot believe you forgot about us for this ass." You chuckled, making your way over Tim and Damian as you opened your arms, hugging them tightly into a group hug,

"How could I forget the most phenomenal robin of all", he smiled as the rest rolled their eyes, clearly disagreeing with your statement. You released a sigh of relief after pulling away, jogging back to your position and punching a rather distressed Jason,

"See! I told you they'd make it home just fine",

You stuck your hand out in front of him, a cocky smirk on your face,

"Now pay me what you owe me"

"God dammit", the tall male grunted, sighing as he pulled his wallet out, placing a crumpled $20 dollar bill in your hand. You smiled in triumph, feeling even better at seeing Jason's defeated expression.

You both crossed your arms, examining your brothers in anticipation,

"So, did you still finish the mission even tho you got kinda stuck somewhere?"

You and Jason had known about the incident regarding the three, receiving the signal through your communicators. They all nodded, a bit perplexed as they had just seen you a few moments ago,

"Stop staring at me. It's unnerving as hell", Jason spoke, running a hand through his hair to get the strands out of his eyes,

"It's just, when we were stranded in Earth-15, we saw both of you guys... but, you were a priest and (Y/n) was a nun"

You both turned and looked at each other, clearly not believing a single word. Jason chuckled as you laughed hard, clutching your stomach. After what seemed like a few minutes, you calmed down, wiping your eyes,

"What a knee slapper. That was funny. Ok, now stop fucking around and go out there and help Bruce. Jay and I have to take care of some thugs"

"We're not lying!"

"Sure you're not you clowns", Jason rolled his eyes, walking away as you chuckled lightly. Tim and Dick looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders before parting ways. Damian turned, walking in the direction of the stairs that led back to the mansion,

"Seeing Todd again, makes me wish he actually was a Priest."

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[yandere-daydreams]

How about some yandere fydor [if not then dazai please!] with a sweet darling adjusting to their new life. They're very innocent and sheltered so they're unaware of what a normal relationship is like. But they "seem" to care for their yandere and would check up on their health. But anyway I love your writing and your memes! Keep up the good work.

So, I did go with Dazai on this one, if only because I’m *really* eager to write for him. He’d just be such an apathetic Yandere, especially with someone who’s just begging to be manipulated.

TW: Gaslighting, Emotional Manipulation.

“I think the other’s are worried about me.”

The statement was passive, as reflexive as telling Dazai about your day and as monotone as listing off things you needed him to get from the corner store, but the man only hummed, running a hand through your hair while you nuzzled into his chest. It was sweet, how he’d always scoop you up the moment he got home, carrying you to the nearest plush surface (the bed today, luckily) and just keeping you in his lap, admiring you or cuddling you or toying with your hands until he was satisfied. His arms were around your waist, now, keeping you pinned against his chest while you simply listened to his heartbeat, trying not to squirm despite the anxiety eating away at you.

Dazai kissed the top of your head, letting his lips linger on your hair, not daring to give you an inch of space. “What do you mean, darling?”

“It’s just…” You shifted, nervously, biting the inside of your cheek. You weren’t scared, not of Dazai, never of Dazai, but your trust in your boyfriend did little to clear your mind of Yosano’s 'advice’, or how concerned Kunikida seemed to be about your new relationship. It made sense, you supposed. No one ever reacted well when you told them how often Dazai wanted you to check in with him. “They didn’t seem to think I should be listening to you, I guess. And when I told them I couldn’t just walk to the agency like I used to, they wouldn’t believe me when I told them you said it wasn’t safe.” You pulled away, slightly, if only to be able to meet his eyes. Dazai let out a displeased sigh, grudgingly loosening his hold. “Do you think I should stop by? They seemed really insistent, I’d hate to stress them out like this.”

You watched as he stared down at you, his expression unnervingly unbothered for a moment, before a grin spread across his lips, a little too wide to be anything but manufactured. But, he was trying, so you put on your best shy smile, leaning into his palm when his hands came up to cup your cheeks. “Never say something like that again. You should really just forget about them entirely.” He sighed, wistfully, his tone cheery, despite the venom dripping from his lips. “It was a stupid idea to begin with, really.”

“Wait, what?” His words caught you off guard, or, how blunt they were, more accurately. “Osamu, what are you-”

“I mean, think about it for a second.” His grip on your cheeks grew tighter, not painful but firm, holding you in place while he cooed and crooned, long fingers clawing into your cheeks when you attempted to move away. “Your friends want you to come to the most crime-filled part of the city, stroll into a building full of cruel, dangerous people, just so they can see you? Doesn’t that seem a little selfish, (Y/n)?”

You shook your head, not bothering to hide your frown. “No, everyone at the agency is busy. It’d just be easier if I met them-”

He didn’t wait, cutting you off when he noticed you were trying to argue against him. “How long have you been living with me?”

“A few months…” You answered, swallowing down the idea of a rebuttal. It was clear he wasn’t going to listen, anyway.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head, mock-sympathy painted over his features a little too thickly. “And how often have they visited you here? They expect us to go out of our way, but they can’t take the time to come to you? That’s not very nice of them, is it?”

“You told me not to invite anyone over!” The words felt bitter now, unreasonable compared to how calm Dazai was. Like you were the irrational one, and he was just trying to explain something everyone should already know. The thought only fueled your anger, but you just glared at his chest, crossing your arms as he ran a hand through your hair. “They’re my friends, baby, they’re not trying to upset you. You make so many rules, but no one's trying to hurt me.” You paused, some of the tension, some of the determination, leaving your body, Dazai seeing your subtle submission and taking the cue to pull you back in, letting your chin rest on his shoulder. “You’re… I think… This is just a little unfair, isn’t it?”

There was another hum, another short, soft laugh, punctuated by Dazai leaning forward, melting into your chest just as you melted into his. He didn’t respond, not immediately, letting you hide your face in his shirt while Dazai played with the ends of your hair.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice void of the supposed worry he’d felt before, empty of everything, save for the slightest hints of intrigue. “All of this because of a phone call?”

You only nodded, Dazai sighing. He was the one to push you away, this time, hands on your shoulders as he pressed a prolonged, awkward kiss into your forehead, only pulling away when he felt you relax into his touch. “Promise me you won’t answer anything they send you, then. Not without showing me, and definitely not while I’m away. Call me if there’s an emergency, and if anyone’s trying to contact you, just let me handle it. You obviously can’t handle the pressure it puts on you.”

Briefly, you hesitated. He’d asked you to move in with him, to quit your day job and work from home, to let him take you anywhere you needed to go, but this was the first time he asked you to cut people off. He’d suggested it, before, playfully threatening to ‘confiscate’ the device whenever it rang on one of your dates and breaking a few older models (by accident, he claimed), but… this was different. He seemed serious, like replying to a text would be a matter of life and death, staring into your soul and forcing you to rethink your own instincts. You weren’t oblivious, you knew he hadn’t answered a single question you’d asked, but…

He loved you. He loved you, and he cared about you, and you went into this knowing he wouldn’t be the most… open-minded, when it came to these things. He was protective of you, like that.

Or, you hoped he was just being protective, anyway.

Shoving yourself against him, you only nod, weakly, fighting back an oncoming breakdown. Dazai only smiled, letting you take out your frustration on a bandage-covered torso, his arms soon encompassing your trembling body. You told yourself he was trying to be comforting, that this was his attempt at affection, that you should just shut up and believe him, but deep-down, you knew he couldn’t care less about whether or not you minded his new restraints.

He liked to hold you, when he got home.

It didn’t matter if he had to make you cry to accomplish that.

[ill-skillsgard]

So would Henry possibly lie and say they're getting a divorce to get in his mistresses pants and lie and string her along juggling both women until finally it becomes clear he's playing them both? Like he really is a womanizer that likes to have a girlfriend and his trusting oblivious wife?

I don’t even know what I’m doing. This is becoming a whole ass world that I’m invested in and I’m not sure if I should write it as a full length or continue releasing it bit by bit. Feel free to tell me what you’d prefer! Until then... Enjoy

More Henry x Mistress here

Work became less of an inconvenient routine and more of a show. You found yourself distracted in the mornings by spending too much time fixing your hair and making sure that your uniform didn't have a wrinkle on it. When you worked behind the bar or went around cleaning tables, your guard was up. Henry could walk in any time and catch you slouching or slacking off and for some reason, you didn't want him to see that side of you. You remained on high alert until the inevitable happened.

Henry entered the café from the lobby with another suited man in tow. Indicative by the way they were chatting, they were friends or at least associates. The other man was a great deal heavier than Henry and you presumed about a decade older. Seeing them made you stop cold for a beat before you whipped on your practiced smile and nodded at Henry.

Henry's smile was pleasant but his eyes lingered as they took up a table in the center of the room. You always thought it strange that he always chose the center tables as opposed to the surrounding booths. That's where most guests sat when given the chance to seat themselves.

You approached the table after they had a minute to settle into their seats. The beating in your chest increased with each step you took toward him but you already knew how to handle that. What you didn't know how to handle was when his company started to make comments about you after you went over to give them a pitcher of water and to take their orders.

"Does the Caesar wrap come with a side of fries or can I substitute that out for a side of you?" The older man chuckled.

You glanced at Henry for a moment and did your best brush-off.

"Unfortunately not, sir. Fries, salad or soup."

"What kind of soup?"

"Today we have tomato basil and cream of broccoli."

The man flicked the laminated lunch menu and snorted. "She's definitely giving me cream of something, eh, Henry?"

Henry was gracious enough to look down at the table and not answer the man until he rattled the table leg with his knee, causing the water to slosh and nearly pitch over onto the tablecloth

"Come on, Frank. Just order your food already," Henry urged him.

"We're just playing, darlin'. How about you bring me that wrap and a side of fries with gravy. Oh, and whatever light beer you have on tap."

You managed to quell the urge to roll your eyes at Frank. You had hoped to see Henry but not accompanied by anyone else. The man's presence did more than make you uncomfortable. You cursed him for preventing you from speaking freely. He was completely unaware of his encroachment on the small window of time you had been looking forward to. Coupled with the wandering of his little bloodshot eyes over your outfit, you knew for certain that Henry could feel your trepidation.

"And for you, sir?" You turned to Henry and tried not to make your favour known by smiling for too long or staring at the way he crossed one long leg over the other.

"Coffee, please. And I'll have the soup if you don't mind," Henry was curt and polite, unlike his associate who prattled on with complete disregard as to whether you could hear over him or not.

You nodded and left them to their exchange, grimacing when you turned away. A text message showed up on your phone not but five minutes after.

Sorry about him.

You decided not to answer Henry and instead flashed him a sorrowful look when you were sure that nobody but he could see you. The corner of his mouth sagged as he returned your look.

It was difficult for you not to be annoyed and let your frustrations change the way you went about completing your tasks. It must have been a punishment for thinking about Henry so much. You knew in your heart that your lust for him should not have been allowed to see the light of day but when you stood behind the bar and watched how he sat, how he carried himself, the meticulous way he kept the area around him neat and the small smiles that teased at his lips, you couldn't picture anything but the two nights you had spent together. Consequently, whenever you got thinking about those times, you thought of his wife, too.

Henry was wearing his wedding band. As was Frank. You couldn't help but notice these things given the first-hand knowledge you had of Henry's secret. You wondered if his associate did the same kind of things behind his wife's back and felt a sickness in your gut thinking that perhaps Henry was no better of a man than the reprehensible lout he was dining with.

Your luck did not turn. Not after the two of them signed their bills and left or after that.

Frank returned the same evening as you were switching off with another employee and demanded to be served at the bar by you and you alone. After you politely told him that you were done for the night, he started to complain about the disservice. At first, you and your co-worker were unsure how to react, assuming that he must have just been drunk and wasn't being serious. But as you attempted to duck out, he slid off the barstool and followed you to the end of the bar, blocking you from getting by without coming very close to him. Your co-worker was newer than you and plainly afraid to leave you but there were other patrons in the café that needed tending to.

"Come on, precious. I saw how you were starin' earlier. You don't fancy a nice man with lots of money? Look at my watch. Guess how much it cost? Probably more than what your sweet little ass makes in an entire year!"

"Wow, that certainly is expensive," you commented.

"And I got four of 'em, sweetheart."

"Very cool," your tone dripped with impatience that was lost on him. "I'll be right back."

"You're comin' back to me, ain't ya?"

"Um... Well, like I said... My shift is over," you backed away, turned and made your way through the swinging doors into the kitchen where only employees were permitted to enter.

Finally out of his sight, you let out a long breath that had been growing stale in your over-inflated lungs. Digging around your bag, you found your phone and decided to answer Henry's text message from earlier.

Your disgusting friend is in the bar and won't let me go home. Please tell me you're still at the hotel?

Henry only made you wait a minute before he replied.

I am still here. I'll be right down.

The concern you had for your poor co-worker being stuck in the middle of a tense situation that had the potential to escalate made your heart rate stutter.

Can you do me a huge favour? Could you come around the back entrance of the hotel and walk me to my car instead? I really don't want a scene to be made. There's a grey door with a dumpster near it.

You couldn't go back out into the bar. Gazing through the small window from the kitchen, you saw Frank had perched himself back up on a barstool and was mumbling to himself as he sucked down another drink. That was where you wanted to leave him. You went through the kitchen mostly ignored and left out the back door, stepping into the crisp night air to wait for Henry to appear.

Footsteps could be heard from around the corner of the building and you didn't want to investigate. As they drew nearer, you hoped that it was Henry and smiled when he appeared, keys jingling in hand. Henry let out a sigh when he saw you.

"God... I'm so sorry about bringing that buffoon around you. Unfortunately, I have to make nice with him for work. Is he still in the bar?"

"I think so. I don't know. I just didn't want to go by him. He seems... I don't know. Aggressive."

"He's not but... I understand your worry. I'll talk to him."

"No. I don't want anyone drawing any strange conclusions about you and me. I'll just tell hotel security to look out for him."

"Strange conclusions?"

"He might wonder what our connection is."

"Yeah... I guess so. But I'm here to take you home and I won't allow him near you ever again."

You couldn't stop a smile from taking form on your face as Henry began to lead the way through the parking lot.

"My car is over there," you pointed in the opposite direction.

Henry didn't pause to look back at you. "I'd rather just drive you myself. That way I know you're safe all the way home."

"Henry... No."

"Yes. It would really set my mind at ease to watch you get home and lock the door behind you."

"But my car. I have to work tomorrow, as well."

"I'll pick you up."

He seemed unwilling to budge so you gave up quickly- not just because of his insistence but because you knew that you wanted him to drive you home. You wanted to be near him. Despite every voice inside that told you it was wrong, you got into his car after he opened the passenger side door for you.

"So why do you stay at the hotel so often if you're from here?" You asked him once the car was on the road.

"I'm not from here, really. We have a condo on the outskirts of town that rarely gets used. The hotel is a few blocks away from work so... It beats driving an hour through heavy traffic every day to get to the condo when we can stay at the hotel for free. Well, not free but. You know. Company pays for it."

"Where are you from then?"

"Maine."

"Oh... That's far."

"Yeah."

'What's the point of having another place then?"

Henry went quiet as he flipped on his blinker and made a turn. He sighed and glanced in the rear-view mirror. You thought that he was going to let your question go unanswered until he breathed in deeply.

"I might need it."

"What do you mean?"

"Not that you probably want to hear but... I just might need the condo soon. Seeing as how I'm no longer welcome in my own home."

"You don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to," you stared down at your lap and picked away at your chipping nail polish.

"I took your advice and told her that things need to change or else and it went horribly," he skirted what you said and continued. "All I asked for was an open platform so I could tell her how I felt about everything. So I told her that I wanted to sleep in the same room."

"And?"

"And she refused. She says I keep her up... Whatever that means. I don't know how the fuck I manage to keep her awake considering she's in an Ambien coma by ten every night."

"Henry... Something else is up. There has to be a reason why she doesn't want to be near you."

"She doesn't want to be with me but she wants the status of being with me. That's all. She has no interest in being a wife in anything but name."

"So now you're living separately?"

"I told her that I'll be staying in the condo until she decides she wants to be married again. I don't expect to hear from her for a while. Maybe this is what she wants."

"I don't know why you're still with her."

"Right now is just the worst time to start the divorce process," Henry was holding back a yawn. "I have a huge convention in Paris next week that I have to present at and there's a lot riding on it. And assuming it goes well, the weeks to come will be twice as busy. I can't have it riding on my conscience."

"Isn't it already riding on your conscience?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"I believe it," you sighed, looking out the window at the streaks of streetlights and the glimmer of the city on the horizon.

Henry pulled up in front of your apartment after you guided him through the streets and smiled weakly at you. You looked down at his hand on the gearshift and longed to touch him. You wanted to gather him up in your arms and take him inside with you. His eyes looked despondent and heavy. He was in no shape to be driving back as exhausted as he was but you knew you couldn't do anything about it.

"I know what you're thinking, but... I'm not going to kiss you. I'm not going to do that again."

"I understand," was all you could say.

"I want to kiss you. I do. And I hate myself for it but it's true. Earlier today when I saw you... God, my heart just stopped."

"Mine too," you admitted.

"But I want to stay as friends. Like this. I want to be able to talk to you. Is that bad?"

"I suppose just talking isn't inherently wrong," you contemplated out loud.

"Can I text you? Can we still talk like that?"

"Yes."

"And I want to still come to see you at work for coffee. Then I can pretend like we're having coffee together even though you'll be working."

You cracked another smile. It was so hard not to when you were around him.

"Sure. I'd like that."

"And I might keep talking to you about this stuff... If you don't mind."

"I don't mind, Henry."

"Because I can't talk to anyone else about it. Nobody understands. All the guys I work with... None of them have any valuable input. All they care about is golf and talking about women they'll never have. If you're married, you might as well be dickless in their eyes."

"I thought you said that people look up to you and your wife?"

"They do, which is another reason why I'd rather not discuss my issues with them. I hope you don't mind and you're not just saying that. I know I could hire a therapist but I'd really just rather talk to a real person."

"Therapists are real people," you giggled.

"You know what I mean. I'm not looking for a program, you know? I just want... I don't know."

"A friend?"

"Yeah."

"Don't worry, Henry. I'm here. I don't mind you talking to me. You have my number and I owe you for tonight."

"You sure? If at any time you want me to shut up, you tell me and I'll-"

"-I'll never tell you to shut up. So don't worry."

"All right," he said. "I should let you get going. It's getting quite late."

"Okay. Well... Thank you. I appreciate your help."

"No worries. What time should I pick you up tomorrow?"

"I start at noon," you replied.

"I'll be right here at 11:30 with coffee."

"Okay," you chuckled. "Sounds good."

The next day he showed up at the exact time he said he would and took you to work. There were no conversations about personal qualms and inner struggles, only pleasant topics and him talking about his excitement about going to Paris. He dropped you off and not but an hour later, you received your first text from him that began a long string of back-and-forth messages.

The next day you woke up to a message from Henry.

Hope you slept well. Paris in a few days. Might not see you at the hotel for a while. But I'm going to inundate you with texts so it will almost be like I'm there.

That's fine. Work is always so boring. I'll be happy for the distraction.

This went on for days leading up to Henry's trip. He promised to keep in touch but a few days went by and there were no morning texts from him to wake up to. You tried to put it from your heart and head but you couldn't shake the feeling of neglect. You went to work with a sour feeling in your stomach and completed your shift like a robot might- programmed to do everything calmly, completing no more and no less than what you had to. When Henry finally texted you from Paris, it wasn't the chipper greeting he usually sent you.

It's done. We're done. I'm in my room in Paris right now and it's over.

What do you mean? What happened?

We got into it before I left and she finally admitted that she has lost all emotion for me which is even worse than what I imagined. She doesn't love me. She doesn't hate me. Apparently, she's just neutral about it. Can I call you?

Yes, but let me get home first.

You sped home, lucky enough to not get ticketed for going twenty over at any given time. Rushing up to your apartment, you fired off a quick message letting him know that you were safely at home and he could call whenever he was ready. What you didn't expect was for a video call to come in. Panic struck and your chest tightened as you answered the call.

His face appeared too close to the screen until he held his phone at an arm's length from his face. Henry's eyes were lined with pink and it was painfully obvious to you that he had just been crying.

"So... Yeah. I don't know where to begin. But it's over. I'm taking the condo for now until I come home and we can sort out the details."

"Really?" You felt bad for not having more to say back to him.

"Yep. I won't see her for another two weeks at least. So I just get to pretend like my life isn't falling apart while I execute one of the biggest projects that I've ever undertaken."

"How do you feel? Are you okay?"

Henry began to laugh and you frowned.

"Oh, god... How do I feel? I don't know... That's a good question. How should I feel?"

"I'm not too sure."

"I know I feel numb. And Angry... And relieved, even. Only because she finally had the balls to admit that something is wrong."

"I'm so sorry, Henry. You don't deserve to be treated like shit. But at least you have somewhat of an answer, right? I know it's been eating you alive not knowing what she was thinking."

"I still don't know what's really going through her mind. Our last conversation wasn't exactly conclusive. Just a lot of yelling and then I had to go. That's kind of why I haven't said anything to you in a few days. It’s been hectic."

"It's okay," you told him. "You have to deal with your own life. Don't worry about me."

Henry sighed as he walked through his hotel room and collapsed on the bed. He was quiet for a minute and you had no idea what to say to comfort him until he sighed and brought the phone a little closer to his face. He didn't know the concept of angles and you stared at his face, puffy with emotion, and could see up his nose.

"This hotel is nice," Henry murmured.

"Well, that's good. I'm kind of jealous."

"The window faces the Eiffel tower. I can see it right now. It's all lit up and... It just looks beautiful."

"What time is it there?" You asked him.

"Almost midnight."

He scurried off the white bed and padded through the room and onto a balcony where it was so dark you almost couldn't see his face. Turning the phone around, he showed you the view of Paris at night and you sighed wistfully at your phone screen.

"That looks so beautiful," you said.

"It's pretty. You're prettier, though," his voice sounded weak, defeated.

"Don't even," you said, nerves crackling to life.

"Fuck," he sighed out into the night air. "I wish you were here. I want to... God, I want to have you right here. On this balcony. I don't even care anymore. I want that."

"Henry... Don't you think it's a little-?"

"-Early? Yes. It's early. It's too early for me to be fantasizing about what I want to do to you. Like there's no mourning period. I just want you more than anything."

"I miss you," you quietly stated.

"Well, stop missing me and just come here."

You snickered. "Yeah right."

"I'm serious. Come."

"I can't. I'm broke and I have to work for the next thousand years of my life."

"I don't care. Come to Paris. Right now. Get in an Uber and get on a plane. Pack up a suitcase first."

"You're hilarious," you rolled your eyes.

Henry walked back into his hotel room and the light from a standing lamp illuminated the seriousness on his face as he stared at his phone.

"I'm not being funny. I'm dead serious."

"I already told you that I'm broke, man! I can't just hop on a plane!"

"Yes, you can. I'll pay for it. I'll wire you enough money right now for a roundtrip. I'll send an Uber to you right now."

"You're insane."

"I know, I know," he rubbed at his eyes.

You thought he looked terribly good-looking with the shadow of a beard growing on his chin and along his jaw and upper lip. His hair was a mess and the top three buttons on his shirt were hanging open. The man on the phone screen made your hands start to shake.

"Can't help but notice that you haven't gotten up to start packing yet," Henry continued.

"Henry! I can't!"

You watched him fiddle with his phone, ignoring your protest. You scoffed at him when he smiled.

"Uber will be there in ten minutes. Better pack quickly."

Your legs rattled and words stalled on your tongue. He stared at you with his eyebrows raised high in expectation.

"Well? Get moving! Nine minutes now."

"You're lying."

"I'm not. You're coming here. And when I get my hands on you, woman... The whole world is gonna know it."

[anochuu]

Idol!Taehyung x Reader

⤷ Genre: angst,fluff,humour

⤷Idol!Taehyung x Reader

⤷Summary: (Y/n) thought she could make it without having the world’s most favourite boy by her side even though she can call him officially hers. This wavy relationship always had its ups and downs.

Part 1, Part 2

Being in a relationship with an idol was never easy and the whole world knows that obviously.(y/n) is anxious and terrified every time he takes her out for a date but with the paparazzis have their eyes on everywhere is harder than taking an entrance examination.In result she never got the relationship she always wanted- hold hands in public, taking on vacations together just the simple domestic lives,really. But all they can do now is just contacting through text messages, sees each other through video calls.

It was selfish of her of course to ever think of ending the relationship but she loves him too much to do it however her heart is aching so bad. This issue is always the major problem of their heated arguments,their endless fights until one day it happen again in unfortunate way.

"Be my girlfriend."

Ha?

(Y/n) almost choked on the milk tea she is having for a short break.She looks up to see Yuta staring right into her eyes with a smile but serious gaze along with it. She gulps the liquid whilst wiping her lips,

"What?" Was all she managed to choked,

"Be my girlfriend,you know i like you since months ago." The Japanese bluntly pointed out.

"Very funny,Yuta." She tries to brush it off,averting his gaze trying to play it cool.

"I'm serious,(y/n)" He leans in, propping his folded arms onto the table

"I mean-you're beautiful,funny and talented hells,you're a girl every guys wanted,this is my chance,isn't it?"

Her cheeks heated up,clearing her throat, "Thanks Yuta but you know—i uhm..."

I already have a boyfriend

With his eyes staring intently at her waiting impatiently for the answer, she grew even more nervous,she have to look for an excuse!

"I'm not really..in the time to look for a relationship right now you see.."

"Hmm.." The male nod in understanding with a hum, "If you feel like one,give me a call,yeah?" He teased but meant it at the same time causing her to burst out into laughter

"In your dreams,Nakamoto."

"It's fine to dream then if there is you in it," He shrugs, "The guys next door are going out tonight and asked me whether you wanted to join us."

"You mean Lucas and Johnny?" She blinks at the sudden change of topic but thanking God too.

He nodded once more, "Yep, Taeyong and the others will be there too."

"Uhh," Her mind began to think,will he permit her to do so? I mean it is just a harmless outing with the gangs and her close friends.

"I'll think about it."

"Alright,give me a call whenever you changed your mind okay?"

"I will,thanks Yuta!"

That night again it was only a phone call she receives from her boyfriend,the only thing that hinders her from going out with her friends was just to wait calls from him.

"How are you today?" Was the same questions all over again ever since they were apart.

"Same old same old, are you still busy?"

"Well,our comeback's just a month ago so yeah,pretty much.”

Why doesn't he sounded sorry at all? a pain ache inside her heart

"The crews and Bang PD-nim wants to get a small dine out together tomorrow night to celebrate the awards yesterday."

"A dine out?" Her ears perks up.

"Yeah,probably just another drinking night."

"Uhm," She bit her lower lip hesitantly, "Is it possible for you to take the day off then?"

"What?"

"You know—we can celebrate it just the two of us..?"

She heard him hums in thinking, "I don't know.."

Her heart sinks, "Is it a must to go though?"

"Of course it does,(y/n)" He chuckles, "It's the boys' and the crews' hard work so it's duly for us to celebrate all together."

"What about me? I supported you guys from behind too,no?" She found herself frowning,her forehead wrinkled in slow anger.

"Yes,absolutely,but i can't-"

"It's been  three months,Taehyung. Three." She sighs heavily.

The other line was quiet for a moment, "I know,baby..just hang on a bit more,m'kay?"

"Until how long Taehyung-ah?" She runs her fingers through her hair locks

"Soon,i promise."

If he doesn't have time for her now,then was it fine for her to go out too with her friends? Supposedly it will be the same too as him isn't it? Not that she is thinking this is a revenge but the fact that her boyfriend is a global superstar  stops her from doing her free activities with her friends just to wait for him for at times he is asking for an impromptu dates. But now that she knows his plans for the next few days ahead, there must be no mistake in going out for a drink at night

"I was thinking to go out tonight with my friends."

"Oh? Who?"

"Erm.."

Okay,she have to think fast!

"Jisoo and the girls from next door,probably some guys too."

"And where to?"

"I don't know,she said probably the Viking bar or Fox's she said."

The other line went quiet again and she anticipated what's to come from him next,

"Taehyung?"

"Do you have to go though?"

Instinctively she almost scoffed,

"I'm not asking for permission,Taehyung. I am contemplating with myself."

"You're a girl—you shouldn't got home so late at night."

"News flash Mister,there's this thing called taxi." She huffs.

"And what about the guys? Are you sure it's safe to drink with them?"

"Of course,they're the one who will probably takes care of us,girls instead."

"Somehow i don't trust them."

"Oh my God,are you even listening to yourself? You just said you will be out drinking too tomorrow night!"

"With the boys!"

"And so am i! I'll do whatever i want!" She admits she sounded like a little child but the fact he forbids her from going out with her friends is just ridiculous. She hangs up the phone even before he could utter another words.

She is fuming and she uses that chance to determine getting full make up on and even the bestest outfit to be out and about on weekend night.The music blaring throughout the whole dim room, flashes of rainbow lights swept across the air, the dance floor are crowded so there is no way in hell she would squeeze herself in when she can just grab drinks by the bars.

Yuta,true to his words did bring the whole crew of his friends probably not knowing she have a boyfriend either tries to be a wingman or he flirted with her himself.The girls hit the dance floor leaving (y/n) alone with alcohol drinks in her hand, chatting with the guys especially Taeyong and another one of his pal named Jaehyun. It is so obvious they tries to get under her sleeves, their rag couldn't be more clearer than a day.

"How can a girl like you still single?"

"How can a girl like you still a virgin?"

Taeyong shot a glare towards Lucas, "Be more rude why don't you?"

She laughs, "Why not? I'm saving myself for the best."

"That's fucking tempting." Hummed Yuta beside her, wrapping an arm over her waist but only for (y/n) to slap his hands away,

"Hands off,Nakamoto."

"Oooh rejected bro!" cooed Mark from the other side,.

"It was hard to believe though,she must be lying. Who's the man?" Jaehyun interjected, and she faked a gasp,

"You don't believe me?"

"Well-you're the senior we all look up to. Hells how many guys were drooling over you in our class. All they talk about how Senior (y/f/n) passes by the hallways and all went nuts."

Well, the confidence that she have the looks does have it in her but she never expresses it outwardly. That is one of the reason why Kim Taehyung caught his eyes on her on the first sight;sure he said pretty face doesn't matter but she is having them just in case.

"That's sweet, but don't get your hopes up. As you said,i might already have a boyfriend." She smirks and some of the guys lets out a dejected howl, at this point she is on the brink of her drunkenness, the vodka comes repeatedly with the whiskey and cocktails as she lost track of time with the guys.

Her head feels too heavy eventually, the drowsiness slowly overcome her body and sight, everything starts to spin in her eyes as she let her body swayed to the side to rest her head on someone's shoulder,

"You okay?" Ask the person,and she nodded with eyes closed,

"Yeah, i'm fine Taeyong.Just tipsy." That's a lie. Most part of her chooses to drown herself in alcohols was too ignore the aching feeling she have encroaches inside her heart; how sad she is when she could be spending time with her boyfriend now but he is too buys entertaining the world.

Is she making the right decision? Will this relationship last? Will he love her forever when he got all the loves from the fans countless more?

"(Y/n)," Called Taeyong, draping an arm over her back to let her fall on his chest comfortably,

"You can't be this adorable when you rejected everyone of us." She heard him sigh.

"Ouw-hey! What the hell man!?"

But his sudden outburst causes (y/n) to frown, pulling herself up to a straight sitting position and forcing both her heavy eyelids up to see what is all the commotion about. Through her half-lidded eyes, she saw a man stand right before her, trailing her sight up to see the very familiar young man ,glaring at the latter beside her. The others already stood on their horses, ready to defend their friend.

"Get your hands off my girlfriend." He growls, releasing the threatening grip on Taeyong's wrist before shoving him away.

"Who the fuck are you?" Yuta and Mark stood up defensively, their fists forms on each of their sides.

He ignores them,dropping to his knee to level the same face as her,

"I'm taking you home." He said and (y/n) frowns with a pout, trying to study the familiarity of his face,

"Excuse me sir, you look very alike with someone i know but...i couldn't quite put my finger on it." She slurred between her hiccups.

He heave out a heavy sigh, "This is why i never let you have a friends drinking night out." He grab her elbow, trying to pull her up from the couch, "Get up, we're going home."

"No!" She childishly retort, "I am waiting for my scotch!"

"You are having none,get up i said." 

She threw tantrums then, "Well,fine! I am waiting for Kim Taehyung! So bugger off,mister!" She crosses her arms across her chest with a 'hmph!'.

The male curses underneath his breath, and when that name was heard out loud and clear enough for the others,they starting to recognises him even through the dim light of this clubbing.

"Holy shit," Johnny was the first one to gasp, "He is Kim Taehyung."

"What?"

"Impossible! As in from BTS group!?"

"Dude,look at him! In front of our own naked eyes!" 

"Why..is he here though?"

"I'm here to get my girlfriend,mind to help moving her arse?"

"But, (y/n) told us she doesn't have a boyfriend." Yuta pipes in,still reeling from the shock.

"Yeah," He sighs this time, his gaze softens at her face, "I told her to."

Everyone then went silent, only took them a couple of seconds to understand the complicated situations between them.

"(Y/n)," Taehyung call her name again, she looks up sleepily, a grin then broke through her expression,

"Oh my! If it isn't Kim Taehyung! Ooooooh i must be dreaming~" She sang, poking her fingers on his shoulder.

"Alright, night's over." He hoist the drunk female up and threw her over his shoulder,

"I'm flying wheeeeeee~!" 

"She is so wasted alright." Jaehyun mutters.

"I trust you guys could keep your words here unless you want your senior's life to be doomed." He darts his eyes around, each sending them a piercing glance as an indirect threats.

"Good." With that he left.

He lie her down on the back of the passengers' seats before then drove back to the apartment they are sharing.

"The elephant's moving so fast.." He heard her mumbling at the back,

"It's flying." Which he respond nonchalantly with a flat tone.

"Like me?"

"Yeah,like you."

She burst into a fit of giggles, "I can fly! Does that mean i can fly to see my boyfriend,mister?"

Taehyung's heart drop as her giggling subsided gradually, once in a while his eyes taking glimpses of her form at the back through the rear mirror,

"I can finally see my Tae then~! Do you think he will be happy to see me?"

He didn't answer,

"But he doesn't look happy whenever i visited him," She pouted before adding more complaints, "My boyfriend is toooooo handsome so it is no surprise the whole world loves him." She giggles again through her hiccups,

"He is always away so i rarely see him,the last time we had sex was 6 months ago!" That almost made Taehyung choked on his own spit.

"I miss him so muuuuch.." She sang nonchalantly, "Hey,mister. Can you drive me to Japan? Ah,wait never miiiind.... he will hate me if i show up unannounced again.."

Why is she making these assumption herself?

"I just—" He then heard her sniffling, a drastic change, "I just wanna see him...is that bad,mister?"

"(Y/n).." he softly calls her.

"Hey..." She toss around at the back, acting strange, "I don't feel so good..."

"What—OH MY GOD, (Y/F/N)!"

He couldn't help but to mutter curses underneath his breath as he cleans the car's jock, wearing his black mask to avoid the smell wafted into his nostrils which made him almost vomiting too. He can't believe she would be throwing her last lunch out from her stomach right at the wrong timing and place!

After he was done, he made his way up to the apartment and into the room to find the female tossing on the bed with groans escaping from her lips,

"It's too hot.." She complaints, few buttons of her pyjamas where Taehyung had wiped and changed her into came off,probably pulling on them.

He sigh, "Don't take it off,you'll catch a cold."

"Hoooot~" She whines as he catches both her hands to pull her down and lay on the soft mattress beside him.

"Is it just me or the sun is looking at me?"

"Get some sleep,baby." He pull her close, securing an arm over her hips and back, his thumb caresses its length on her skin.

"Hmm.." She hums, when she bury herself onto his chest seeking for his warmth and comfort he finally relaxes. The next thing he knew was the soft snore from the girl.

He stare down at her profile, her eyelash casts shadows over her pale cheeks and he couldn't help but to run his thumb over the soft skin of hers.

"I'm sorry," He apologizes though he is sure she is sound asleep, "I thought by hiding our relationship is the best way to have it between us but..i didn't knew this'd hurt you."