#SJ doesn’t like being around anyone though

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SY: *safely nodding while finding out SJ's backstory* Hurt people hurt people.

SJ: *pounding his fists on the desk* YES! HURT PEOPLE! HURT PEOPLE!!

[greeniegaes]

Screaming crying sobbing

Over a courtesan Shen Yuan.

Maybe he knew YQY and SJ when they were kids, maybe not. Either way SY ends up working at the warm red pavilion and ends up interacting with SJ

First it’s just small things, delivering tea for his jiejies, putting instruments back when they are done, dropping off various things.

Then he starts actually talking to SJ and SJ surprisingly doesn’t hate him just for being a guy (I’ve been thinking trans yuan here but also like cos yuan works, I this trans is funnier cause SJ is like ‘damn you CHOSE to be a man? L move bro’)

They start getting along more and more, working together on music SJ has to turn in for his peak, actually chatting comfortably, stuff like that. SJ realizes SY is an absolute monster freak and always tells him about the stuff he’s seen, long chats lounging on the same bed into the night.

Until one day YQY and LQG burst in.

SJ is instantly in protect mode, hissing and spitting at his sect siblings as SY groggily wakes up, watching them bicker. Eventually LQG says something along the lines of ‘well if you weren’t messing around we’d already be tracking down such and such beast’ to which SY perks up out of bed, quickly throwing on his clothes before anyone can so much as blink and is just

“Well let’s get going then.”

SJ quickly tries to stop the man, annoyed that his di would even entertain the thought of talking with LQG. SY though, does not give a fuck, throwing SJ a zither to use for musical cultivation, telling the jiejies bye and making them go out on their little adventure.

LQG and YQY are so confused, looking at this freaky little twink drooling over various things about monsters all the while SJ is giving them death glares and huffing.

YQY is extremely jealous watching SJ and this dude too, like bro! That’s his emotionally unavailable Shen! Get your own! He’s upset at how easily they get along, how SJ doesn’t care if his hand is pulled along or if SY tugs on him to whisper something. Anytime YQY had ever attempted such a thing SJ would pull or flinch away, making him stop

LQG meanwhile is just… confused. On one hand his moral code states that any courtesan isn’t a good person to be around. On the other hand this cute guy is getting excited over monster guts in a way he’s never seen before and it’s quiet fascinating to hear him do enough talking for the rest of the group.

I feel like eventually LQG and SJ are totally in love with SY and YQY is in love with SJ so they end up awkwardly paired together, all vying for another’s attention and stuff.

(If SY ever met airplane here he’d be so pissed by the way, chasing him around like a rhino and yelling about how he had to deal away with his pride (SY made the choice of going to the brothel, he doesn’t even do sex work though.) and the others just watch him like ���wow, look at him acting so feral, kinda hot tbh)

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I can make a bingqiu boostle au EASY.

LBH makes a few bad decisions to make money fast to pay for his sick washerwoman mother’s treatment. He just wants her to be ok! But he ends up losing his scholarship and then his mother dies.

So he gets a job to be a security guard for some cultivation sect museum. He has no future but he does have access to priceless artifacts. So he steals Zheng Yang and one that gives him a one way trip to the past and uses it.

And it is cool - he has knowledge of advanced cultivation techniques from the future! People love him! LBH even gets to meet the legendary YQY and SQQ! They hate him which isn’t so great. YQY thinks of him as a showboat at a best or a scam artist at worst. SQQ thinks he's just a pretty face and not much else. So he doesn’t quite make Cang Qiong.

And then there’s a small conference or a meeting of allied sects of some sort. They have to deal with a threat. SJ is there and wants to kick him out but SY stops him and thinks they should give LBH a chance. SY takes LBH under his wing.

Even after the conference or dealing with threat, they do night hunts together. When they are not saving people or observing the fauna and flora, SY gets a harebrained scheme to make money. Even when LBH knows it won’t work, he goes along with it and supports it. It’s fun! They get to spend more time together!

People tend to think LBH is the one doing it because of his rep and SY is the one saving him from trouble. In reality it is usually the other way around (though sometimes they are right – LBH likes being swept off his feet!). LBH doesn't mind it.

For once, he is someone's first choice, the one he turns to to share an inside joke. SY accepts him and respects his opinion! He looks to him for advice and treats him as an equal rather than an empty headed fool.

When SY’s relationships end badly, LBH is there to get him through it (he rather there not be a relationship to recover from at all) (he doesn’t tell SY to date him instead.) (He doesn’t know if SY would be interested.) (And the time period is more conservative.).

When LBH is badly injured, creates a special artifact that works as life support for him. Sometimes they have arguments but they have each other’s backs when it matters!

And then. it is during this one of arguments that SY starts investigating something strange. He goes to the other sects and his other cultivator friends such as SJ but they all turn him away, thinking he is just seeing things.

So finally, SY goes to LBH for help. Even when he is mad at him, LBH is willing to investigate with SY. But while following the trail, LBH gets badly hurt and is put into a healing coma. SY continues alone. When LBH wakes up, SY is dead.

But with his death, there's evidence. LBH realizes SJ KNEW but kept it to himself when SY went to him for help. SJ didn't trust anyone and wanted to investigate it alone and tried to stop SY. but SY wasn't swayed. Lbh has to work with SJ and CQMS but isn't happy about it. they solve the case but SY is still dead.

he looks for the current version of the artifact that brought him to the past. he gets help from some of the QJ disciples like NYY and MF. LBH and his little group tries to change the past to save SY. but things end up worse. without SY dying, there is no evidence. CQMS never gets involved. hm. maybe it was TLJ trying to merge the realms and he is almost successful but SY goes back to the past to set it right.

and life returns back to when SY died. sy told him it was for him, that he rather lbh survive. so if he can't change the past, then he will just have to move forward with the present. the years of grief and trying to move on but unable to TT^TT

tlj being the one to kill sy but also give lbh the clue about the Holy Mausoleum. LBH uses it. SY already fulfilled his role! nothing stopping LBH from reviving him!!

with the worst already happened. lbh decides to confess to sy. sy is very confused being recently revived.

and then they have the rest of their lives feeding dog food to others.

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@harrypotterjelly asked for some headcanons of Victoire/Dominique/Louis Weasley!

Victoire:

She’s the oldest of both her siblings and all the Weasley grandchildren

She is seven years older than Dominique and eight years older than Louis

James/Freddie/Roxanne are five years younger than her and the next oldest Weasley grandchildren

Other than her parents and Percy/Audrey’s wedding she has been a flower girl is all of her aunts and uncles weddings

She is very smart, stubborn, and has a rebellious streak, Bill thought that she was an obvious Gryffindor and was a bit upset when she was sorted into Ravenclaw

She plays the drums and together with Teddy they form a band at school

Teddy and Victoire are best friends, and see each other more as siblings than anything else

They constantly bicker and fight with one another, but they would kill for the other if it came to it

Victoire loves to visit her grandparents and aunt in France and goes abroad as often as she can

She does have trouble with the language at first, but makes a point of practicing with Fleur when she’s at home

She falls in love at fifteen, and he’s different than anyone else she had dated before

SJ sees her for her, not her beauty, not her family, just Victoire and nothing else

She does get pregnant when she’s sixteen, but has an abortion which she regrets

When she finds out she’s pregnant again a year later just after graduating, she runs away and gets married to SJ

They are both really immature and stupid about the whole situation

Victoire ends up giving birth alone and her parents bring her and SJ back to England

Once they are back on their feet, Victoire moves her family out and never looks back

She rarely visits the cottage and doesn’t really attend any family events

She does make a point to stay in contact with Dominique and Louis though and have them involved in her children’s life

She has four children, Regulus, Arcturus, Megan, and S3

Dominique:

She is seven years younger than Victoire and seven months older than Louis

She was planned, or at least as planned as possible

She is a rainbow baby, having been born four years after Fleur miscarried a little boy (Jacques “Jack” William Weasley)

Dominique is the wild child, she’s very careless and has a sort of evil genius energy to her, but she just uses it to get gossip out of people

She is the second youngest girl, with Lily being the youngest of the Weasley grandchildren by eight months to Dominique

They are both the smallest, Lily is an inch taller than Dominique, or would be if Dominique’s hair wasn’t so crazy (very long and curly)

Dominique is a definite tomboy, the “son” that Bill always wanted, especially when she was sorted into Gryffindor

She knows how to doll herself up, but she only does it for special occasions, she doesn’t want to be a girly-girl

She also isn’t the best with languages, all of this puts a strain between her and Fleur

She’s very close to her cousins Molly and Lucy as Percy and Audrey are her godparents despite Bill and Percy never getting along

She has one of the highest detention counts of her cousins, only second to James and Freddie (who somehow managed to get an equal amount)

She has been in love with Lorcan since she was fourteen, and finally makes a move on her sixteenth birthday (despite the two year age difference)

Or so she thought

She gets pregnant by Lysander, Lorcan’s twin brother and it ruins her year

Lots of stories and rumors go around about her and she causes the end of a very important relationship

She eventually leaves the school in shame and to have her son without prying eyes around

She gives her baby and finally gets together with Lorcan and realizes that everything will be okay

After graduating from Hogwarts, she goes to a Muggle University to study photography and advertising

She married Lorcan after graduating and they start their family

They have three daughters, Clarice and the twins Riley and Rhyane

Louis:

He is the youngest grandson with Lily as the absolute youngest six weeks after him

He was born three month premature and it really scared Bill and Fleur

He lived at St. Mungo’s for the first four months of his life, until he was big enough to go home

He was a very warm and cuddly baby, but started to pull away and become more fussy when he was a toddler

He was diagnosed as autistic when he was five, he has light/sound/touch sensitivities that Bill and Fleur never adapt to

He’s very artistic, even at a young age, he loves to draw and paint and is really good at it

He plays football/soccer with Hugo, in an attempt to get him more socialized, he plays goalie

He’s sorted into Ravenclaw at school, like Victoire and she’s really happy for him

He keeps up a very consistent correspondence with his Uncle Charlie who he is also named after

Louis is perfectly happy to just fly under the radar and be a fly on the wall

He joins the school newspaper as their cartoonist his first year and keeps it up all seven years

He becomes prefect his fifth year and Bill is really proud of him

Louis always knew that he wasn’t the son his parents (especially Bill) wanted, he doesn’t like quidditch or wrestling around or all the dumb things his cousins do

He picks up French the easiest from Fleur and he loves going to France!

He starts dating Anamika Nott their seventh year, and his parents get a bit nervous about it

They don’t know if he could handle a rejection if she broke up with him, not knowing that Anamika isn’t his first girlfriend

The way they act about his relationship is the reason why he never tells them that he eloped with Anamika

It’s about a month or so after they moved in together, Hugo and Dominique and two of Anamika’s little sisters are their witnesses

Anamika gets pregnant that following winter and they are so excited but hide it from their parents as long as they can

Louis is scared to be a father at nineteen, but Anamika wanted to have a baby and so did he

Navya changes something in Louis, and all of the things that bothered him before don’t when it’s for her

They have four more children, their only son Rohan who is four years younger than Navya, Prisha two years younger than Rohan, and the twins Chantel and Rochelle who are nine years younger than Prisha

The twins were a very big surprise, but well adored by their parents and older siblings

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Hi, nyerus.....If you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite MXTX characters (top 5 from each novel)? And why? I'm sorry if you've answered this question before.

Thank you so much for asking! I would love to! (Apologies for the delay, and also for how long this is lol....)

TGCF

1.) Xie Lian: I could write forever about why I love him, but XL is just a really great character who subverted my expectations. He's gentle and compassionate, but also funny and snarky on the inside. His character arc is the classic hero's journey but told out of order. So we meet him when he's already wise and world-weary, then get to see what he was like before, and how he finishes his journey later on. He's extremely inspiring, to show that our choices and our actions are what make us, and ultimately no one can take those from us.

2.) Hua Cheng: This is no surprise! I also just adore HC for being a very intense character! He's completely devoted to XL and that zealotry is very unique in a character. He's 100%, not 50, not 75. While he has a lot of relateable aspects, this part of him is utterly fantastical, on the level only myth and fable can achieve--which tracks. After all, he isnt a Ghost King for nothing. In the story, he is the embodiment of the purest devotion, no strings attached.

3.) He Xuan: I actually like him for the same reasons as HC! He too is a walking fable, only instead of devotion, he represents vengence. (They're actually like foils of each other, which is quite neat.) I really adore his arc, and how murky his whole character is. It tells a cautionary tale of how sometimes, our worst enemy--the one who makes us most miserable--is often ourselves. SWD wronged him greviously, but HX's obsession with vengence ultimately prevented him from getting the peace and recompense he wanted in the end. Absolutely stellar storytelling.

4.) Mei Nianqing: While I often question his motives and methods, he is still a really good character. Caught between wanting to be a mentor and protector to XL, but still loving (platonically or romantically, that's up to you) JW. He's the only father figure in XL's life that actually took him seriously, even if he did have to come around to it. But ultimately, he was proud of who XL became even before he ascended. He was just terrified of XL drawing the attention of the one man he shouldn't--and did. However his belief in superstition and fear of Hong Hong-er also makes sense, even if it's sad. MNQ is also just a quirky and fun dude lol.

5.) Mu Qing: I really like how complicated and murky MQ's is in terms of his inner turmoil. I'm somewhat similar to him in the way he thinks, and it's real work not to make things worse for myself by expecting the worse. His background makes him naturally suspicious of... basically everyone, all the time, and it's honestly understandable. Ultimately, he does understand that you can't make assumptions about people's intentions by projecting your own insecurities onto them--which I think is something everyone can relate to. I really like his subtle journey of self-realization and self-forgiveness, and he ends up far better for it.

MDZS

1.) Lan Wangji: I love the fact that LWJ was just so ready to Night Hunt himself to death upon the loss of his beloved. As you can tell, I really like complicated characters who have extreme traits, haha! That being said, I just also really like his stoicism and reliability.

2.) Wei Wuxian: Naturally, it's hard not to love WWX! He decided "yeah maybe the ends do justify the means" and went for it. To us, he is the hero. To the regular people of the world? Whose ancestors were dug up and disturbed to be used by the Yiling Laozu? His blackened reputation is not without cause! (Like... JGY literally has done more positive and helpful things for regular people than Wangxian, but those metas already exist lol.) Once again, his gray morality is what makes him so damn good, and can be debated at length!

3.) Jiang Cheng: JC gets a bad rep, but oh boy he doesn't make things easy for himself at all. However if I was in his position, I probably would be much worse off. He lost EVERYTHING, and still trudged on because there were people who depended on him. His hatred of the Wens also makes sense in the context that... that's often how humans react to and process extreme trauma. We find something to blame and *waves at literally every major conflict since the dawn of time.* (His rumored torture of innocent people due to that is reprehensible, of course, but given that MDZS is a book about how rumors can make or break someone's life... we should take that line with a grain of skepticism, much like all other hearsay.) He's not typically the type of character I like, but I found him really interesting to read.

4.) Jiang Yanli: I really love JYL, who decided to be the emotional backbone of her family from the time she was a child. It was an undue and extremely heavy burden to bear, but she did all of it without complaint. That's strength. I think many elder siblings can relate to her having to step up and be the third parent, when the actual adults fail at it.

5.) Wen Qing: I really like her arc in the novel, where she makes some of the hardest decisions anyone will ever have to make, over and over and over again. I don't typically love very "rough" characters, but she has ever right to be that way (and it makes sense for her character, and isn't just a tacked-on character trait like hair color or eye color in a CC), and honestly I want to marry her very seriously.

SVSSS

1.) Luo Binghe: Probably the most misunderstood main character of all of MXTX's works. LBH is neither truly a crybaby nor is he a ruthless maniac. He's right in the middle, in the valley of misanthropy. And yet, he knows just how to use his charisma to get his way. Cunning and devious, intelligent and ruthless. Meanwhile, he craves love and intimacy--something he could only ever dream of.

2.) Shen Qingqiu (Shen Yuan): Extremely refreshing to see an transmigrator know how to handle transmigration almost flawlessly. (Me reading/watching other works with this trope and wanting to tear my hair out at the protags = me sympathizing on a personal level with SQQ.) This also proves to be SQQ's fatal flaw!! His knowledge of the novel is both a boon and a obstacle to him, and prevents him from understanding the other characters as people until he lets go of his pre-conceived notions. And of course, his snarky as heck inner dialogue is amazing.

3.) Liu Qingge: I don't actually even know why I love LQG as much as I do. He's just neat.

4.) Tianlang-Jun: Honestly same goes for TLJ. He's just great though, and I have a blast reading about him. He wanted to see the good in humanity, and ultimately comes around after writing them off.

5.) Yue Qingyuan: He's a fascinating character. Harmless on the outside, but a quagmire on the inside. His love for Shen Jiu was quite... problematic, in that he saught forgiveness from SJ, without actually ever taking the time to understand him or to make amends. Patronizing and judgemental, yet willing to let SJ get away with literally anything because of his own unresolved turmoil, etc etc. Fascinating.

[dc41896]

There You Are

Something I thought of inspired by the song “There You Are” by Zayn. Hope you guys like it☺️!

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: Bit of angst, drunk reader, fluff mixed in

Need you when I'm broken, when I'm fixed

Need you when I'm well, when I'm sick

Friends that I rely on don't come through

They run like the river, but not you

The erratic knocking at his hotel room door makes Chris turn on the bedside lamp as he sits up annoyed and confused. Picking up his phone, the time read 2:17 am making him mentally groan as the knocking continued.

“Hold on!,” he called out as he slipped on his sweatpants draped over the lounge chair in the corner and pulled his hooded jacket over his arms before lazily zipping it up. Coming closer to the door, he slightly pauses now hearing humming mixed with faint giggles only making him more confused and eyebrows knit together.

Although warped due to the view from peephole, he could see you clad in your satin like, short, black dress leaning against the door swaying to the song coming from your smiling lips. You ran into each other earlier at a wrap party neither of you knew the other would be attending, and briefly talked before going your separate ways for the night agreeing to try to meet later to catch up on lost time.

So why you were here at his hotel room, he had no idea.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?,” he asked once opening the door to see you visibly drunk, heels in your hand, as you continued to sing to yourself and dance as if he wasn’t there.

“I jus keep em satisfied on the weekend,” you giggled leaning forward until your head was nearly at your knees. If it wasn’t for Chris reaching out to hold you up by your waist, your body would’ve eventually touched the floor as well. Head tilted, you dreamily take in those familiar features that always made you weak. His soft beard covering that sharp jawline, barely noticeable freckles speckled near his adorable nose. And the cherry on top, his bright blue eyes shielded by those infuriating long lashes that you, and probably every woman in the world, were envious of.

“Hi,” you whisper being met with his small smile.

“Let’s get you inside.”

His arm moves to wrap around your waist holding on a bit tighter noticing your unsteady footsteps. Really they shouldn’t even count as footsteps since you barely moved your feet, instead letting them slide along the carpet as he took a couple steps back.

“You feel sick?,” he asked closing the door behind him with his foot before padding across the cool floor with your chests firmly pressed against each other’s. Shaking your head no as he carefully sits you on the edge of the disheveled bed, you instantly fall back laughing with your arms stretched out bringing them up and down trying to make snow angels.

“Comfy.”

“Glad you feel at home,” he chuckles to himself removing your phone from your purse. Luckily he knew your passcode would be your birthday from being friends for so long. “I’m gonna call your boyfriend to pick you up okay?”

“We broke up,” you sigh, stopping your arms movements.

“Oh...I-I’m sorry.”

“Yep. Last year.”

“Wait you broke up last year?,” he repeats stepping closer to the bed leaving your phone on the dresser next to your purse. “But earlier you said-,”

“I lie.”

“So,” he starts as he sits next to you. “You’re out here on your own and came here all by yourself?”

He couldn’t help but think of everything that could’ve gone wrong during your journey making him want to hold you close being glad that you were, for the most part, okay.

“Mhmm,” you nod looking up at him with innocent, doe like brown eyes as if you saw nothing wrong with what you did. Fingers raking through his messy hair, he quietly sighs sympathetically peering down at you.

“It’s good you made it here safely, but promise me you won’t do that again.”

Whispers in the background, behind closed doors

I got myself in a mess and without you I'm in more

Oh, I'm a little drunk now, that's why I went to war

Oh, yeah, you are my sober when I'm on the floor

“...I’m a terrible person,” you slur, back still pressed against the mattress.

“No you’re not. That’s just the shots talking,” he replies returning beside you with a bottle of water from the minibar. “Here, so you’ll start to feel better.”

“But I am,” you insist holding onto his arm as you sit up. “I hurt people.”

He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips and the amused look that spread across his face. You were one of the nicest people he’d ever met, so to hear you, or anyone for that matter, call you terrible, or anything bad, only made him want to laugh since clearly it had to be a joke.

“Who did you hurt then?”

“You.”

There was an awkward silence as his eyes slowly shifted from you to the plastic bottle in his hands. He wouldn’t say you hurt him those few years ago, but he was definitely left with unanswered questions. Your friendship seemed to slowly be turning into something more as texts became more frequent and calls became longer, lasting into the early hours of the morning. You even started visiting his place more after being prompted with his many invites, and persuaded by pictures of the beautiful scenery that surrounded him.

“Ugh so jealous😩! Rather be there than stuck with this meeting” you’d reply to his small video clip of the sun shining down on the terrain in front of him and Dodger during their hike.

“Come by after and we can go again😋”

“Hmm...maybe I will☺️. Don’t tempt me with a good time lol”

“😂 wasn’t trying to purposely tempt you, buttt not gonna lie and tell you not to take the bait😉”

One day though, the mood between the both of you shifted as he felt you become more distant. Chris thought that maybe it was something he’d said or done and tried to talk with you about it, but you kept avoiding it.

So much so, that you eventually left without a warning not telling him until he tried to come see you.

“Don’t worry about that, get some rest.”

“You’re so amazing, and kind, and-and beautiful! I was scared, and always I run,” you sniff hanging your head. “You d-deserved better, I’m terribully.”

Palms finding your cheeks, he gently tilts your head so you’ll meet his soft eyes while his thumbs wipe away the couple tears that just started to fall.

“Hey, you’re not terribully okay? Yea we have some things to talk about, but we can do that later. Your mind doesn’t need the stress right now.”

His calm voice and sweet words only make you feel worse as a few more tears fall to meet his hands.

“And you’re patient. There for me,” you add playing with the zipper on his jacket. “I mess up.” Noticing your slight shivers, he moves to his open suitcase getting one of his sweatshirts.

“Think you can put this on by yourself?,” he asks to which you nod yes. “Go ahead and change. I’ll be right outside the door if you need me.”

Only you know me the way you know me

Only you forgive me when I'm sorry

“Y/N? You okay?,” he asks a few moments after no longer hearing you shuffle and stumble about. Peeking in, he softly chuckles shaking his head at the sight of you sleeping across the bed in his sweatshirt. He gently lifts your head placing one of the many hotel pillows under it before pulling the comforter over your bare legs.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble sinking your face further into the side of the oversized hood pulled over your head.

“Shh, get some rest.”

Taking one final look at your still body to make sure you were okay, he moves towards the couch with head cycling through all those feelings he thought were buried deep enough he’d eventually forget. Who was he kidding though? Even after everything that happened between you two he knew those feelings would always be there.

And seeing you tonight practically glowing; looking every bit as angelic as he remembered only confirmed it.

———

Eyes slowly opening to the dimly lit room, your instincts to quickly sit up and take in your new, unfamiliar surroundings are halted by the pounding in your head. All those shots definitely weren’t as enjoyable now as they were going down.

You let your head roam to the best of your ability eventually falling on the navy blue hoodie keeping you warm, bringing back last nights events along with embarrassment and shame as you groan.

“Okay new rule, no more drinking when you’re out since apparently you get diarrhea of the mouth and spill all your emotions when no one asked.”

“So I guess that’s a no to bar hopping tonight then?,” you hear making you sit up with a wince and a few ow’s. Standing in his seemingly shmedium black tee over dark jeans and sneakers, his Boston ball cap shades his face but not enough that you can’t see his dazzling smile.

“H-hey.”

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good, besides my head feeling like I’m gonna have a brain blast in the worst way that is,” you answer making him chuckle as he moves closer to the bed.

“Yea I kinda figured, which is why I got breakfast for you.” Setting down the plastic bags in his hands, he pulls out takeout containers still steaming from the top causing you to mentally aw at his sweet gesture. “Hope you’re okay with waffles, eggs, and bacon. I wasn’t really sure what your go to was.”

“I’d honestly take anything right now,” you softly laugh carefully removing the lid to your waiting food. “Thanks Chris. Not just for the food, but for last night too.”

“Anytime.”

Even when I messed it up

There you are

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Labour pains- Part 2

This is the follow up to my Murderer! Ben Hardy imagine which I hope you will all enjoy, feedback is always lovely.

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Murderer! Ben masterlist

Summary: Ben and (Y/n) have a son together and are expecting another baby, but problems arise when (Y/n) is adamant she doesn’t want to give birth after the trauma of her first child.

Enjoy.

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"Alright doll, I think we should go to the hospital now." Ben's words were gentle but still full of caution as he slowly sat down on the bed beside (Y/n). He didn't want to upset her or make her feel scared but it was getting to the stage where he knew they needed a midwife so they needed to go to the hospital.

For the past week Ben hadn't gone to work in case (Y/n) went into labour, they were only eight months right now and they had been past their due date with James. But (Y/n) had been uncomfortable for the past few days and the baby seemed to be moving a lot and laying lower than normal. Now it seemed that (Y/n) was in fact in labour and Ben was very pleased he hadn't gone to work because he hated the thought of (Y/n) being alone when this happened.

"No!" (Y/n) shook her head and snapped her eyes closed when another pain coursed through her stomach and made her lower back tense until she was sure her spine was going to snap in half. She didn't want to have this baby but she really didn't want to go to the hospital anymore.

The midwife had said it would be better if they had the baby in hospital due to how badly (Y/n) was panicking about the labour. Then there would be a lot more help available and if something went wrong it could be taken care of very easily. Ben seemed to agree to the idea and (Y/n) did as well in the beginning because she didn't care. She agreed because she didn't want to argue or talk about it, (Y/n) simply wanted to forget that she would have to give birth. And there was a small part of her that was praying that if she went to hospital and was this distressed they would give her a C-section and end all her pain and worries.

Now she had changed her mind.

"Doll we need to let a midwife take a look at you, I don't think we can sit here for the rest of the night." Ben rested his hand on (Y/n)'s lower back and started to rub soothing circles into her skin which looked like it was easing a little of the tension she was feeling. But he could see in the way her lips pressed together tightly that she wasn't happy or agreeing with him.

"No! They'll c-call a doctor, I don't want to go to hospital." (Y/n) kept her eyes tightly closed as she shook her head in defiance. If she went to the hospital there was nothing stopping a midwife from letting a doctor into the room and (Y/n) couldn't have a doctor coming anywhere near her. She wasn't even sure about a midwife getting too close because last time the midwives didn't seem to know what on Earth they were doing. They just let the doctor do what he pleased and they stood back waiting to take James away from (Y/n) the moment he was born.

"Doll we need to get you to a midwife-"

"If we go to hospital you can't- ... can't stop a doctor c-coming in, you can't let a doctor hurt me! Ben please..."

(Y/n) rubbed her free hand over her stomach as her other hand was braced on the edge of the bed which she felt she might fall off in a moment. She couldn't sit any further back on the bed because it put too much pressure on her lower back where the baby was already pressing on very hard. And if (Y/n) tried to stand she would only fall to her knees.

Ben could tell that when he eased his arms around (Y/n)'s waist she wanted to pull away from him like she thought he was going to hoist her to her feet and carry her to the car. But she didn't have the energy or the will to move so she tensed her body and tilted her head down until her chin was pushing into her chest. He could feel how she was waiting for him to make a move, to stand up and pick her up or try and pull her with him so he could take her to the dreaded place she couldn't force herself to go back to.

But he didn't. He eased (Y/n) back until she was leaning into his chest and he pressed his lips to the side of her neck, trying anything he could think of to keep her calm and settled.

"Doll, I swear to God that I'm not letting anyone hurt you or come near you if you don't want them to. I need a midwife to come see you but if you don't want to go to hospital then we won't, you can have this baby here at home because you're safe here and I can stop anyone from coming in if you don't want them here. Does that sound okay?"

If (Y/n) couldn't face the hospital then that was fine, Ben figured it would be more comfortable and settling for (Y/n) to have the baby at home in her own bed. She was somewhere that she always felt safe, Ben was here and he could stop a doctor from entering their home and he could tell the midwives to leave (Y/n) alone if she got too panicked and frightened. This was an environment that they could control, unlike when James was born. The only person that was going to hurt (Y/n) was the baby and there was nothing anyone could do about that.

"I- I do want this baby... b-but it hurt so much-" (Y/n) tried to look up at Ben but the tears forming in her eyes blurred his image and made it too hard to keep her eyes open. She snapped them closed and leaned her head against Ben's cheek, feeling herself beginning to shake even though Ben was rubbing circles into her skin and swaying them a little.

"I know you do doll." There was no way that Ben could be angry or upset with (Y/n) and he knew her so he knew that she did want this baby. She wasn't so distraught and afraid that she despised and hated the baby. Once this was all over and done with (Y/n) would try and forget this memory and focus on the new life that they had created. Ben was proud of (Y/n) and he couldn't fault her for the way she was reacting when she had been hurt so badly the first time. He just wanted to help but there was very little that he could do other than reassure her that he wasn't going anywhere and that he would keep her safe.

Ben moved his left hand and held it out in front of (Y/n) when she tensed and he figured another pain had suddenly hit her. He felt her fingers slipping into the grooves of his own and she rubbed her palm against his chapped one. She forced a lot of pressure onto his hand and squeezed against the joints and knuckles that had been broken many times before but there was very little pain for Ben. He had a high pain threshold that (Y/n) needed right now.

"Alright baby, I can hear the doorbell so that'll be mum here for James. I'll go get him ready and call the midwife to come here then I'll be right back with you, okay?"

Ben waited until (Y/n) let go of his hand and managed to nod in understanding before he dared move her enough so that he could stand to his feet. James was still in bed and would either be half awake or fully asleep by now but either way it didn't matter. Ben would carry him down and settle him into his mother's car so she could care for him while his new brother or sister was born.

(Y/n) could hear Ben's heavy steps as he headed out of the room and she could feel the atmosphere changing as his presence disappeared from the room. She didn't like being alone like this, the pain clouded her judgement and made her feel more desperate than she felt when she had Ben holding her. His arms were a safety net around (Y/n) and he made her feel at ease. Despite knowing what anguish normally rattled through his head and the terror his hands imposed when fisted in gloves, Ben's murderous side never showed when he was around his wife. All he made (Y/n) feel was safe and loved and right now she needed that more than ever.

When (Y/n) managed to open her eyes she looked past the open door and into the hall just long enough to catch Ben walking past the doorway with a sleeping James tucked up in his arms resting against his chest.

Whenever she saw Ben carrying James it was always in the same way, he rested James up against his chest and carried him with one arm as if their boy weighed nothing more than a feather. And even in his sleep, James was tracing the tattoo on the back of Ben's neck that he was always so fascinated by.

Her eyes followed her two boys for a moment before they suddenly snapped closed like shutters on a shop when a particularly bad pain made her legs quake and her body jerk forward.

Not knowing what to do with herself nor wanting to stay sitting on the bed, (Y/n) pushed herself to her shaking feet, wondering if pacing the length of the room might help like it had done when she had James. It hurt to walk but it hurt even more to sit and (Y/n) knew if she tried lying down she would never get back up again. But when she did a second lap around the room, (Y/n) stopped dead on her feet and stared down at the floor when she felt like there was a balloon in her stomach that had popped.

When she saw the water trickling down her legs (Y/n) suddenly felt sick to her stomach. The pains made her afraid but her water breaking made this all seem and feel real. (Y/n) didn't want this to be real, as much as this baby meant to her (Y/n) didn't want the pain it would bring her. She didn't want the pain or anguish or torment because it hurt and it wasn't something she wanted to relive.

(Y/n) snapped her eyes closed and reached her right hand out to feel for the bed as she started to move.

"No baby, no baby." (Y/n) repeated the words like a mantra she was desperate to believe as she headed over to the adjoining bathroom. She couldn't do this, (Y/n) couldn't have this baby and she didn't want to. Why couldn't she have a remote for time and skip ahead to where the pain would vanish?

"Doll- doll what are you-" Ben cut himself off the moment he came to the doorway of their bedroom and caught sight of (Y/n) practically crawling into the bathroom. Part of him wondered if she felt like she was going to be sick but he reeled back when (Y/n) slammed the door behind herself but when Ben heard the lock on the door chime he felt himself going rigid.

What was she doing?

"Doll what are you doing in there?" Ben approached the door with caution and he rapped his knuckles against the wood quietly but the controlling, darker side of him wanted to use more force and bang his fist against the door to get it open. He didn't want (Y/n) stuck in there alone because he didn't like the thought of (Y/n) trapping herself in the bathroom with how she was feeling and panicking. "Doll open the door."

"I- I don't wanna do this, I can't... I won't do it again." (Y/n) leaned her head on her folded arms that were resting on the sink. She arched her back out and tried to focus on the feeling of the cold sink making her burning arms feel more at ease.

"Baby now listen to me, you can be helped through this but not if you're gonna shut yourself away in here. Open the door and let me help you baby."

"I want it to stop and you can't stop it! I won't do it Ben I- I can't! I'm n-not having this baby I h...have to make it stop."

Ben felt his blood running cold at the desperation in (Y/n)'s voice and he could almost picture her shaking as she spoke, the fright taking over her system. He wanted to take her in his arms and make it all go away, he wanted to say he was sorry and change what had happened with James so (Y/n) wasn't scared and afraid of being hurt and cut up again. He wanted to show her that no one was doing anything to her again because he was here to protect her. But he couldn't because she was hiding away from him and everyone else because she was in pain and she wanted it to stop.

"What do you mean, doll?"

Ben leaned his forehead against the door until he could feel the wood splintering into his skin and he could hear (Y/n) crying and gasping for air. He could even tell when she was having a contraction because he could hear the hitch in her breath and the way she tried her best to breathe through a moan of agony.

"Doll what the fuck do you mean by that? Open the door now or I'll break it down." The tension in Ben's voice was clear because he too was scared. He didn't doubt that (Y/n) felt like she couldn't do this again but now he was afraid that she was going to do something rash or hurt herself because she was so desperate not to have this baby.

Ben tried his luck fighting with the door handle before he conferred with himself that he was going to have to either kick the lock or bash his side into the door to snap the metal bolt preventing him from getting to his wife.

"Doll I'm sorry I am but you're in labour, you can't stop this but you can make it easier if you open the door and when the midwife gets here everything will be okay. But if you don't let me in I'll break the door because I think you're gonna do something bad."

"Why does it have to hurt?" The broken and very quiet tone of (Y/n)'s voice made Ben's heart jump in his chest and his expression fell like it was too hard to hold up any longer. He felt the door move when (Y/n) seemed to push or lean on it but she was making no effort to open the door. She knew he wouldn't break the lock if she leaned on the door because he didn't want to hurt her and it was only fuelling the rage inside of him and that hurt him more than anything else.

"I don't know baby and I'd do anything to make it painless for you. But it won't hurt like last time because that bastard isn't gonna be here. No one is gonna cut you, no one will hurt you or be cruel or do anything you don't want them to or without telling you. We both know you can't have this baby on your own in there you need to open the door soon."

Ben didn't want to be cruel and demand that (Y/n) open the door or move away so he could break it, he was trying to coax her gently to open the door but he couldn't tell if it was working. (Y/n)'s lack of cries and screams was a good sign but he couldn't tell if she was panicking or not and she sounded in between distress and a stage of coping with this mess.

"W-what did you do... to him?"

He didn't want to tell her. Ben didn't want to admit what he had done because it had been a silent agreement between them that (Y/n) was better off not knowing.

When the doctor hurt (Y/n) security had to restrain Ben after he followed the doctor out of the delivery room when everything was over and he pinned him up to the wall. And (Y/n) could remember the day after the birth even though she had been on pain medication. Ben came into her hospital room with broken knuckles and his tail between his legs because (Y/n) didn't condone him fighting unless it was in the ring and he knew it. All he told her was that the doctor wouldn't hurt anyone else like he did her and in her state (Y/n) simply nodded and chose to forget what he had said and done.

(Y/n) was always too afraid to ask because she knew what her husband was capable of and at the time she had been eighteen and the worst she had seen Ben do had given her nightmares. But now she wanted to know what he had done, maybe it would make her feel a bit better to know that the doctor had been hurt just like she had.

"I followed him after his shift, he didn't give a fuck what he'd done he already forgot how badly he hurt you and I couldn't let him get away with it. I trapped his hands in the door of his car, broke all his knuckles and snapped his fingers to the back of his hand. I cut him too but he passed out at that point. I know how much he hurt you and he got it ten times worse doll, I promise. But no one is gonna do anything like that to you again."

Ben had pinned the doctor up against his car but he didn't even remember (Y/n) or what he'd done to her until Ben vividly reminded him all of what he'd done. Ben told him that his hands were mangled and would forever stay that way so no other girl or woman would have to be cut up like a piece of meat and no other baby would be born and left not breathing like James had been. Then Ben took a knife to him to show him what he had done to (Y/n) without giving her any pain relief before or after he took a knife to her.

Ben didn't kill the doctor no matter how desperate he had been and how easy it would have been for him to do so. He let him live because it was a better punishment for him to live with his injuries and never forget why he had them.

"Baby please open the door, this is the last time I'll ask."

Ben didn't know if it made (Y/n) feel better or worse, knowing what he had done to that doctor but he couldn't care anymore. He wanted (Y/n) safe in his arms and he couldn't trust her in there on her own.

"(Y/n) open the door!" Ben raised his voice and slammed his palm down against the door when (Y/n) screamed and moaned from a contraction that Ben could almost feel with the way her scream tore through his every fibre. It sounded like she had slumped against the door from the pain but when she started to sob and mumble something incoherent Ben started to shake. He couldn't trust her not to hurt herself.

A shudder ran down Ben's spine and he took a step away from the door when he heard (Y/n) moving about before he suddenly heard the cabinet above the sink behind opened. Ben knew exactly what they kept in that cabinet and if (Y/n) was serious about being too scared and in pain to go through with labour he knew what she might do and use to try and make it stop.

Ben rammed his left shoulder and arm into the door with force enough to feel the hinges squeak in fear and the second time he barged his weight and frame into the door the metal lock gave way to his demands.

The moment the door swung open Ben stumbled into the room and quickly reached (Y/n). She was coiled over the sink in a way that told him she was frozen due to a contraction but her face was flooded with tears and there was a bottle of pills sitting in the sink like she had knocked them off the shelf.

Saying nothing, Ben wrapped his arms around (Y/n)'s waist and spun her round so she was facing him and not the sink. He slipped am arm under her legs and the other around her back so he could pick her up and he felt relief coursing through him when (Y/n) didn't fight him. She curled up in his arms like she was shrinking and she buried her face in the crook of his neck but it did nothing to smother her tears.

"Shh, you're okay doll, I've got you." Ben spoke soothingly against her temple even though his voice shook from adrenaline and nervousness. He dared not think what (Y/n) might have done if he were only two or three seconds later in breaking the lock on the door.

Ben rested his knee against the bed so he could carefully lower (Y/n) down onto the bed, watching as she painfully shuffled to lay on her side but she hooked her arms around Ben's neck and pulled him down to her all the same. She couldn't let him go, the pain was becoming overwhelming and if he left her again she would be falling without her safety net there to catch her.

"Doll, the midwife's here. Do not move until I get back because you are gonna be perfectly fine. I don't want you being terrified about this baby because you know what you're doing and I'm not letting anyone hurt you, you know that don't you doll."

No one was going to hurt (Y/n) this time because Ben wouldn't allow it and he couldn't have her panicking because he was here and he wasn't going anywhere.

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"One more push (Y/n), and then the head will be born, you're so close now." Lucy smiled up at (Y/n) from where she was kneeling on the floor in front of her but her smile wasn't comforting to (Y/n) because the pain was far too high for her to control or bear.

(Y/n) tightened her hands in Ben's and she could feel his elbows pushing into her sides like he was making sure to keep her back pressed into his chest. They were both sitting on the very edge of the bed because (Y/n) was at ease like this rather than lying down but Ben felt like she was going to fall onto the floor so he was trying to hold her tightly but not too tight so he wouldn't hurt her.

"Baby's almost here (Y/n)." (Y/n) opened her eyes and looked down at Lucy who had been very calm and attentive and understanding over the five hours she had been here but (Y/n) had been less than cooperative. She didn't want to do this but Lucy was taking everything in her stride, even when (Y/n) flinched or cried or told her to leave her alone. But when she saw Lucy moving to go through her bag she tensed up in Ben's arms and tried to push back into him.

"No! N-no don't..."

"Doll, shh she's not gonna cut you I swear. Shh." Ben pressed his lips to (Y/n)'s ear and started humming to try and calm her down, tensing his chest so (Y/n) couldn't push back into him anymore than she was trying to do. But he looked down at the midwife kneeling before him to try and silently tell her that she would have to reassure (Y/n) herself.

"(Y/n), baby doesn't need any help from me, you just have to push I'm not here to hurt you because you seem to know exactly what you're doing. Look, no knives or tools here." Lucy held her hands up for (Y/n) to see that the only thing she had was gloves and nothing else. No knife, no scalpel, no other tool to cut (Y/n) or pull the baby forcefully into the world. (Y/n) didn't need any help because the baby wasn't stressed or stuck or in dire need of assistance.

Ben continued to whisper little nothings into (Y/n)'s ear as she cried out, leaning forward until Ben clamped his arms against her sides so she didn't fall off the bed.

"See, baby's head is born now (Y/n), one more push like that and it'll all be over and done with."

Those were the words (Y/n) had been so desperate to hear and tell herself for the past eight months. She had been desperate to hear someone tell her that it would be over and done with, that she could forget all this ever happened and just turn it into a distant nightmare that was over and done with. (Y/n) wanted this baby in her arms and all the pain to go away forever.

It felt like (Y/n) was being cut in two but this time there was no knife splitting through her skin that would have to be stitched up later so that (Y/n) couldn't sit down without agonising pain coursing through her body for weeks afterwards. There was no doctor forcefully pulling her baby out into the world or ripping her skin apart without telling her what he was doing or why. There was only Ben and Lucy and neither of them were doing anything to hurt (Y/n) just like Ben promised.

"And baby's here! You've done it, (Y/n), you have a baby girl."

Ben quickly let go of (Y/n)'s hands so he could wrap his arms properly around her middle and shuffle further back onto the bed, easing (Y/n) with him when she seemed to go limp in his arms. He knew she hadn't passed out but she didn't have anymore energy left in her and he couldn't have her slumped against him when she was sitting so far on the edge of the bed. He kissed her temple when (Y/n) let her head fall back onto Ben's shoulder and he could feel her relief as he mumbled praises against her skin.

(Y/n) pushed herself more into Ben the moment their girl was placed into her arms that were really starting to shake from relief, adrenaline and pain. The pain wasn't gone yet and she knew it would still last with her for a while but it wasn't as bad as it had been earlier and it was worth it. She had been so scared that when their baby was placed into her arms, she would feel that the pain she went through wasn't worth the outcome. But (Y/n) could see their daughter was worth the pain she didn't want to go through.

"You've done it, doll. My clever girl."

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

Quarantine Pt.1

I did it! I posted it "today" (at least in my timezone)! Unfortunately, I don't know how to SHUT THE F*** UP, so this will need to be two parts. I'm sorry about that, but I hope you still enjoy!

Warm. He felt too warm, kicking off the blankets, panting as he tried to cool down. A function he rarely uses activates, water coating his skin, sweating. The heat was the least of his problems. Every joint, synthetic muscle, even every wire that compiled his nervous system hurt. A throbbing pain that won't leave him alone. 

He was a fool.

Connor should have stayed home. Fowler had even offered him paid leave until a firewall or antivirus was created, but he was an advanced android. He had far more advanced security measures than the average android. Only Nines could match it. So many androids are under a Stay-At-Home order, but both RKs are considered essential workers, and they were happy to continue to keep the peace. He was so sure he couldn't be infected.

Two rookies had gone to break up a public meeting of androids at a park. They ended up arresting one on assault of an officer. What the rookies failed to do was announce that they had an android in custody. The virus spreads by forcing wireless connection, passing it when an infected android comes within 10ft of another android. For this reason, any androids brought into custody needed to be announced so any android personnel could vacate to the area.

 Connor, both unfortunate and fortunate, was the only android in the bullpen when they walked by. A flash of code, followed by a buzzing sensation was his only warning, which was more warning than any other android received. When the rookies locked the android in a quarantine cell downstairs, Connor reprimanded the two officers, writing them up and sending the information for Capt. Fowler to review, along with a note that he needed to enter quarantine himself, as a precaution. He still believed that he would be fine. His programming will destroy it.

Fowler agreed, allowing him to go home once he was tested positive by the technician on duty, aka you. He immediately headed to the android repair ward, which you deemed a "glorified nurse's office". Before he entered, he informed you he was on his way, receiving the go-ahead that no other androids were there.

"Oh my god, Connor! Not you too!" You exclaimed. You were moving frantically, your hair out of place. With three of the five technicians working in the precinct being androids, you have been kept exceedingly busy, sleeping in shifts with the other technician, Cleon, on the small couch in your office. You've been pressing the department to hire more help, but they are slow-moving with your requests. 

He watched as you sent a report, grabbed a device, answered a call, jotted down an address, before moving back to him.

"Open up, " you requested, and he revealed the port on the nape of his neck. You hastily shoved the wire from the appliance in your hand into his port, making him wince. You didn't notice as you shoved the device in his hands and went about re-filling an emergency repair bag, adding cold compresses and thirium you had stored in a freezer. After a few minutes, the device beeped twice and you yanked the cord out of his neck. He grunted, rubbing at his poor, abused port. You looked at the screen and finally froze. You read over the data several times, hoping you were reading it wrong.

"Shit... Dammit! Fuck!" You cursed. Connor surmised that it was not good, but you have yet to address him. Instead, you took the note and the bag, going into your office and tossing the bag on Cleon's stomach, making him jump. "Take care of this, please, " you call to him before grabbing a stack of papers from your desk and leaving the office and the repair ward completely.

 Connor got up and went to the door, watching you march into Fowler's office. Cleon squeezed past him, still very much asleep and probably cursing the fact that he is low man on the totem pole. In Fowler's office, things were getting heated based on your body language, but he couldn't see your lips to determine what you were saying. Eventually, you dropped the stack of papers on his desk, jabbing at them before storming out.

"Come on, Connor, you're coming with me, " you demanded, giving him no choice but to follow you out. You were kind of freaking him out. He already knew he was positive, but his systems will take care of it. You have yet to say anything about it though, going to the car and pulling out your phone. You switched it to auto-drive as Connor sat in the passenger seat. He preferred to drive, enjoying the simple tasks. Why can't he drive while you make your phone calls?

"Hey, Hank, " you called Hank? That makes sense. He was out to lunch when the incident happened, "Connor tested positive." He could hear the lieutenant cursing and shouting into the phone.

"I don't fucking know! I'm taking him home now and we'll be out for the next two weeks, " two weeks? He can't be out that long! Especially during a crisis! You must know he isn't the average android! He'll be fine by tomorrow!

 "Yes, I already talked to Fowler... I gave him a stack of applications! I warned him that if Connor or Nines got it, I'd need to be their primary, so he can fuck off!" When did you do that? "Yeah, I'll talk to him next... No, it doesn't work like that. Alright, bye." Connor thought you were done and he'd get some answers, but instead, you called someone else.

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know, Connor tested positive, " heat settled in his cheeks. Were you telling everyone? "No, you are going to stay away.... Don't give me that bullshit! It works faster on advanced firewalls! That's why we haven't been able to stop it yet!" What? That's it. Connor wanted answers and he wanted them now. He grabbed your phone, briefly seeing the image of his stoic brother holding Gavin in a headlock before he hung up and tossed the phone in the backseat. You only stared at him, dumbfounded.

"What are you talking about?" He bared down on you. You were scaring him. He thought he was going to be fine, that it wouldn't affect him. 

"This virus is designed for military-grade androids, which regularly upgrade their security programs. Your advanced programming makes you an easier target."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He felt a bit betrayed. You withheld that important information from him, you, who he trusts more than anyone.

"I'm sorry! Honestly, I thought I did!" You tried to think back, but your mind was a scrambled mess with how exhausted you are. You were lucky If you got 8 hours for the whole week. Connor noticed how distressed you were, so certain that you had told him.

"What... What's going to happen to me?" The car pulled up into the driveway, but neither moved to get out. He knew some of the symptoms, but believing he was safe, he didn't study it extensively.

"It's similar to a really bad flu in humans. Fever, body aches, coughing, and the like. Symptoms will probably start appearing over the next couple days, " you take his hand, "don't worry, I'm going to take care of you." He gently pulled his hand away and got out of the car. He knew you meant well and you didn't mean to forget to inform him, but he still felt hurt, and he was dreading what the following days are going to be like. 

He unlocks the door of his shared house, SJ waiting at the doorway already. Connor reached up and grabbed his leash. A walk should calm his mind.

"Connor? Connor, wait!" You called out to him and he realized why. He can't walk SJ. He's infectious, and it's his responsibility to keep others safe. Reluctantly, he hands you the leash, bending down to pet SJ, then mopes back into the house.

Seeing him like this broke your heart, and knowing you neglected to tell him of his vulnerability filled you with guilt.

"SJ, what am I going to do?" You whine at the oversized pup. He looked up at the mention of his name and snorted before returning to smelling a lamppost. Well, that was useless. If Connor was human, you would make him his favorite meal as an apology, but that wasn't an option. You didn't mean to forget! There were so many things going on, and you had reminded yourself so many times, you legitimately thought you told him. Now, he is sick and it's all your fault. How do you even begin to apologize for that? 

Then there was the virus itself. It was a terrorist act, and the FBI was already investigating it. Someone or some group had created this virus with the intent to take out as many military-grade androids as possible, so as to weaken the USA's army. What they didn't anticipate was how it spread. All androids could be affected by it, even foreign-built ones, and while it wasn't as deadly as they probably would have liked, without proper care, some androids have shut down from it. While it originated in the Artics, it has since traveled globally, resulting in a halting of the economy worse than even the Android revolution caused. 

SJ finished his business and when you were done cleaning up after him, you both made the trek back home. Connor might not be able to leave the house, but he can still play fetch in the backyard. At least until he starts showing symptoms, you thought gloomily. Once you get home, you're gonna need to do a run-down of what you have and will need for the next two weeks. You know you'll need to stick some thirium in the freezer for when his fever spikes. Maybe you should pick up some fruit-flavored popsicles. Connor usually enjoys them, since it's one of the few food items he can eat without affecting his systems. 

"I'm back, " you called out. Connor was still pouting, sitting on the couch. He didn't even bother turning on the tv, preferring to ruminate in his depression. Unclipping SJ, you moved to behind the couch, throwing your arms around the pouty deviant. SJ settled in his bed, ready for an undeserved nap.

"I really am sorry I didn't tell you, " you mumbled against him. He sighed, long and heavy before relaxing into your grasp.

"I can't fault you completely. You've been overworked, and you are not an android with perfect recollection, " he spoke lowly.

"Rub it in, why don't ya?" You joke, earning a small laugh.

"I've never been sick before, " you could hear the worry in his voice.

"I know. I'll take care of you, I promise."

"You should be at work. Mr. Sunderland can't handle it by himself."

"Who?" Who the fuck is Mr. Sunderland?

"You don't know Cleon's last name?" Connor asked incredulously, "wasn't he your trainee?"

"He was, but I just called him either 'trainee' or Cleon. In any case, this is just what the precinct needed to "inspire" them to bring on some extra help. I already did the interviews and checked credentials. I literally did all the work for them!" You kissed his temple, right where his LED is, watching it flicker, "I swore if something happened to you or Nines, I would take care of you both. I'm registered to care for both models. If I didn't, you would have to go to the hospital to receive treatment." Both androids hate the hospital, Nines especially. You don't know why, but it seems to be the only thing he fears. 

"But, if Nines gets sick now-"

"I will travel between here and his place to check on him. I've also discussed this with Gavin, even giving him a run-down on the basics. Nines would be fine. You are my concern right now, so if you start to feel odd, even if you think it's not a big deal, I need you to tell me, okay?"

"Okay, " Connor agreed. You settled back against him, but he wasn't satisfied. Turning slightly, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you over, onto his lap. You laughed as he snuggled against you, peppering you with kisses. The android had no intention of letting you go anytime soon, not that you really minded. You'll just have to make the list of things you need in your head.

"I have at least 24 hours, correct? Might I make a final request?" He murmured against your cheek.

"You're not dying, you know that right?" You giggled.

"Is that a no?" He gazed at you, pouting his lip, pulling off his trademark puppy dog face.

"As if that's ever an option, " you purred, kissing his nose, then his cheek, down his jaw before teasing him with a peck next to his lips. When you went to do it again, he turned his head and caught your lips.

"You're right, " he speaks against you, "it's not."

...........

You weren't able to escape his grasp until almost 3 am, body aching and satiated. Connor was in stasis, lying on his side in bed, blanket draped over his hips. It isn't common for you to be awake while he sleeps, but usually you try to soak up every second. He looks so peaceful, relaxed, and nothing like the relentless hunter he is at work. You had an obligation, however, and you weren't going to fail him again. Carefully, you pull the blanket up over his shoulders, his LED flickering a few times before slowing once again.

Taking one last look, you begrudgingly head into the kitchen, taking a couple of bottles and pouches of thirium from the fridge and sticking them into the freezer. Next, you headed for your emergency kit, checking for your iv needles and how much numbing lotion you had. Satisfied, you looked for your Liquid Ice. You looked all throughout your bag, even dumping the contents on the floor, but you could not find it.

"Shit, " you mumbled under your breath. Cyberlife stores are having trouble keeping it in stock. If they're out, you might need to sneak into work and grab a bottle, or message Hank. He'd do it for you. You take the time to organize your bag while picking up the spilled contents. A nose blocks your hand from grabbing your tube of liquid rubber-stoppers. 

"SJ, shoo!" You whisper yelled, "I don't need help." SJ looked at you and snorted, right in your face. Disgusted, you wipe your face on the sleeve of your robe, "you really are your daddy's child, aren't you." Grabbing the last items, you push on his head to stand back up, patting his head, "I need to run to the store real quick to help Con. Think you can keep an eye on him for me until I get back?"

SJ let out a low borf, "good boy!" You patted his head once more before going into the bedroom to get dressed. Connor was still asleep, so you quickly found some clothes and started to put them on. The dog, though, saw the vacant spot in bed. With the same amount of grace Hank has after a few drinks, SJ scrambled into the bed. 'Wow, just dance all over my grave, why don't you,' you thought.

Connor stirred, opening his eyes and expecting to see his enchanting lover, he is instead met with a hairy beast looking down at him. SJ leaned down and gave him a lick on the cheek.

You come around to his side of the bed, hand on his shoulder as he tries to get up.

"Where are you going?" He asks, voice heavy with sleep. A simple stasis update, but boy, could that voice get you going. 

"I gotta run to the store. I'll be right back, " you murmur.

"It's 3:42 in the morning."

"Which means no crowds. Store down the road is still doing three shifts. I wanna get supplies before you start showing symptoms. Just go back to sleep, ok? and I'll be back before you know it."

Usually, Connor would fight you on it, insisting it can wait or wanting to come with you. This time, he simply nods, laying his head back on the pillow. He felt... tired. It probably is a good idea, that way you'll be here when he needs you. He felt your lips on his temple, along with a whispered 'I love you'.

"I love you, too, " he hums, slipping back into stasis. 

............

When he woke up again, he wished he never did. Now, he was lying in bed, drenched in artificial sweat, body aching. When he tried to turn off his sensors, the program immediately kicked back on, an instant of excruciating pain before dropping back down. He looked over, praying you would be there, but even SJ had left when the deviant started tossing in his sleep, leaving your side vacant. He tried calling for you, but his throat burned. The action triggered a coughing fit, which made everything so much worse. When it subsided, he pulled his hand away, seeing blue blood dotting his palm. 

You rushed in when you heard the coughing, having been putting up groceries. One look told you how miserable he felt, the virus starting to run its course. Grabbing a tissue from your nightstand, you sat next to him and wiped his hand.

"Don't worry, that's normal, " you spoke, tossing the used tissue in the trash before feeling his forehead, as if it wasn't obvious he was overheating, "you're really warm." 

"I know, " he rasped. 

"Come on, I've already ran you a cool bath, " you helped Connor to his feet, guiding him to the bathroom. His vision kept swimming, and his gyroscope was malfunctioning, making the room spin. You tried to keep a firm grasp on the disoriented deviant, despite how slick his skin is. After a few failed attempts, he managed to step into the tub, relying heavily on you as you eased him down, letting him lie back against the wall.

 The water was cool, but not cold. Pleasant. You took a small pitcher and filled it with water, tipping his head back and pouring it over his scalp. He sighed at the small relief, enjoying the cooling sensation. You did it a couple more times, until some of the color left his face.

"I'm gonna go switch the sheets and find you some shorts to wear, okay?" 

He hummed, sinking down further into the tub, nose just above the water.

"Please, don't drown." 

He hummed again, making no moves to sit up higher. It didn't put your mind at ease, but you'll only be a moment. You shot Hank a text, asking if he could swipe a can of Liquid Ice for you, then you pulled the blankets off the bed, sheets soaked from Connor's feeble attempts to keep cool. You peered into the bathroom as you walked to the laundry room, making sure he didn't sink any lower. You started the wash and grabbed fresh linens, checking on Connor, making the bed, checking on Connor, grabbing some supplies, then grabbing him a pair of basketball shorts and re-entering the bathroom. 

The water was starting to warm, which you figured was going to happen. Connor was simply sitting there, eyes half-lidded but unblinking, his LED in a constant state of yellow. He focused on the cooling water, trying to forget his aches and pains. Was this how you felt last year, when you caught the flu? It's no wonder your mood had been so volatile.

"You ready to get out?" his eyes slowly landed on you before he started to stand, bracing himself against the wall. You immediately reached out, ready to help. He managed to get out of the tub before being hit with another coughing fit, crumpling to the floor and taking you with him. The violent fit triggered a gag reflex, body trying to clear his airways and cool down. Thirium poured from his mouth, staining the floor blue. You rubbed his back, comforting him until his breathing evened out. He tried to grab a hand towel from the tub to clean it up, but you stopped him.

"I got it. Let's get you back in bed, " easing him up, you moved around the mess, grabbing a towel and walking him to the bedroom.

"Sorry, " Connor huffed while you helped him into his shorts. He sat down, legs aching so much more just by standing. 

"Don't be. You're sick, and I'm partially to blame, " you took the towel and gently ruffled his hair, "I told you I'm here to take care of you and that's exactly what I'm going to do." You had grabbed some extra pillows, so when he laid back he was gently propped up. You took some adhesive ice packs and stuck one on the base of his neck, one on his forehead, and one on his chest, right over his thirium pump. 

"How do you feel?" You ask.

"Everything... hurts, " he manages to answer. You grab a bottle of lotion and start rubbing it all over him. Instantly, he could feel his body go numb.

"This stuff disrupts the impulses to your sensors. It won't work if the pain is too strong, but it's good for minor aches." In a way, you were envious. Any pain relief you want, you have to wait to kick in, "how's your thirium level?"

"92%." Too early to fill. If you want his body to cool down, it would need to be below 80%.

"Well, there is something I got for you that I think you might like, " you smile down at him before pulling out a jar and a spoon, "lucky for you, raw honey is safe for you to consume even with a fever and it should help your throat." You took a spoonful and put it to his lips. He happily took it, letting it coat his mouth and drip down his throat. Connor loves honey. He could feel it soothing the burn. You gave him two more spoonfuls before setting it aside. 

"You should get some rest while you can, love, " you stroke his cheek.

"Stay with me?" He now understands why you don't want to be alone when you're sick, "at least until I enter stasis?" You move to lay on his other side, so he can reach the trash can if need be.

"Sure."

[adventure-hearts]

( PART 1: DA + ASTROLOGY )

PART 2: DIGIMON ADVENTURE + MBTI 

Taichi - ESTP Yamato - INFP Sora - ENFJ Koushirou - INTJ Mimi - ESFP Jou - ISTJ Takeru - ENFP Hikari - ISFP Daisuke - ESFP Miyako - ENFP Iori - ISTJ Ken - INFJ

Discussion and Commentary below!

If you’ve read some of my previous headcanons about the MBTI, and in particular this very popular post from four (!) years ago, you may find I’ve changed my mind a lot.

An important thing about this typology (or any other one, really) is that it’s quite easy to just look into some websites and make decisions based on the keywords used to describe each type. Which is what I used to do. Keywords are helpful to help us get the “basic picture” (hence why I quote them in this post), but now I believe that you have to read actual theory in order to understand the subtle differences between each type and make more educated guesses.

Since then, I’ve been reading more deeply into MBTI and the Functions. Consequently, the way I understand the MBTI has changed significantly, and so have my Headcanons.

It’s been particularly interesting to learn about the Inferior Function, or the “dark side” of each personality type. The more I read about it, it became surprising that how it seemed to describe most of the adventure kids’ characters arcs incredibly well. This is another reason why the combination Chosen Children + MBTI is such a fascinating and fun thought exercise!

It should be noted that different authors can have widely different interpretations of types, which is why, for the sake of simplicity and coherence, I’ve only read 3-4 main sources when preparing this post. And I tried stay away from popular MBTI websites and resources that exist around the internet, most which can have a slightly misleading/superficial vision of each type. 

However, this doesn’t mean my HCs are “RIGHT” or that other people can’t have better ideas. I’m as biased about the characters as anyone else. I’d be very happy to hear alternative takes!

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Taichi - ESTP Dominant function: Se

Flexible and tolerant, they take a pragmatic approach focused on immediate results. Theories and conceptual explanations bore them - they want to act energetically to solve the problem. Focus on the here-and-now, spontaneous, enjoy each moment that they can be active with others. Enjoy material comforts and style. Learn best through doing.

Taichi is pretty easy to type, and most ESTP descriptions fit him nicely. Thompson notes the archetype of ESTP is James Bond and Xena the Warrior Princess; I think the character of Taichi, who represents Courage, fits in the same tradition — a bold, impulsive, adventurous leader who is good at strategizing and is able to make though decisions, but is is also very charismatic and charming.  Taichi’s tendency to become thoughtful, introspective, and indecisive under stress can be explained by the inferior function, Ni.

Yamato - INFP Dominant function: Fi

Idealistic, loyal to their values and to people who are important to them. Want an external life that is congruent with their values. Curious, quick to see possibilities, can be catalysts for implementing ideas. Seek to understand people and to help them fulfill their potential. Adaptable, flexible, and accepting unless a value is threatened.

By contrast, Yamato is always the most difficult to type! I ended up using INFP rather than INFJ, because I think it makes more sense for his dominant function to be Fi (introverted feeling): “Due to the introverted nature of Fi, INFPs’ status as feelers is not always evident from without. When immersed in Fi, they can seem a bit cool, aloof, or indifferent.“ (Drenthe). This type is pretty well representative of Yamato’s caring, passionate and caring side, and especially his conflict during Adventure is beyond, his search for self and meaning. Yamato’s more critical, aggressive, angry, and impetuous side is easily explained by him falling under the influence of the inferior function of this type, Te.

Sora - ENFJ Dominant function: Fe

Warm, empathetic, responsive, and responsible. Highly attuned to the emotions, needs, and motivations of others. Find potential in everyone, want to help others fulfill their potential. May act as catalysts for individual and group growth. Loyal, responsive to praise and criticism. Sociable, facilitate others in a group, and provide inspiring leadership.

Another character who’s relatively difficult to type. I see Sora as being in the middle of many of the Preference axis, hence why I initially typed her as something pretty difference different. But now I’m pretty convinced her dominant function is Fe, even though she’s probably only 51% Extroverted. She leans more towards iNtuition than Sensing: Sora’s definitely someone who can pick up things intuitively, especially when it comes to human relationships. So, ESFJ could probably work as well, but I see her as more of an NF type than a SJ type. Sora’s tendency to become hypersensitive, stubborn and withdrawn when under stress? That’s the inferior function, Ti. 

Koushirou - INTJ Dominant function: Ni

Have original minds and great drive for implementing their ideas and achieving their goals. Quickly see patterns in external events and develop long-range explanatory perspectives. When committed, organize a job and carry it through. Skeptical and independent, have high standards of competence and performance - for themselves and others.

This is an example of how learning more about Functions made me change my mind! I believe Koushirou is the text-book definition of INTJ and the Ni function. Koushirou isn’t just someone who thinks — he creates knew knowledge and connects theoretical possibilities. One of the effects of the inferior function of this type, Ni, is an “Obsessive focus on external data”, which means that they can become obsessed with controlling small details, which is what Koushirou tends to do under stress.

Mimi - ESFP Dominant function: Se

Outgoing, friendly, and accepting. Exuberant lovers of life, people, and material comforts. Enjoy working with others to make things happen. Bring common sense and a realistic approach to their work, and make work fun. Flexible and spontaneous, adapt readily to new people and environments. Learn best by trying a new skill with other people.

Mimi is a rather obvious fit for this type, not only with her bubbly and happy exterior, but also her naïveté and compassion towards others (Crest of Purity). 

Jou - ISTJ Dominant function: Si

Quiet, serious, earn success by thoroughness and dependability. Practical, matter-of-fact, realistic, and responsible. Decide logically what should be done and work toward it steadily, regardless of distractions. Take pleasure in making everything orderly and organized - their work, their home, their life. Value traditions and loyalty.

Jou’s type seems pretty straightforward. The characteristics of this type to fit him (and the Crest of Honesty) very well. The inferior Function of this type is Ni, manifested as impulsiveness and catastrophizing — classic Jou moves whenever he looses his cool.

Takeru - ENFP Dominant function: Ne

Warmly enthusiastic and imaginative. See life as full of possibilities. Make connections between events and information very quickly, and confidently proceed based on the patterns they see. Want a lot of affirmation from others, and readily give appreciation and support. Spontaneous and flexible, often rely on their ability to improvise and their verbal fluency.

Takeru is REALLY hard to type. Mostly because, just like his brother, he isn’t as transparent as he seems. Behind that charming, open, happy façade, Takeru runs deep. I ended up choosing ENFP is described as the most optimistic of all types (Crest of Hope), and they are very charismatic and inspiring as well. The “dark side” of this type can be hopelessness or depression (see also: tri. Chapter 3!)

Hikari - ISFP Dominant function: Fi

Quiet, friendly, sensitive, and kind. Enjoy the present moment, what's going on around them. Like to have their own space and to work within their own time frame. Loyal and committed to their values and to people who are important to them. Dislike disagreements and conflicts, do not force their opinions or values on others.

Hiakri is another one whose type isn’t obvious, but maybe for different reasons than the other characters I hesitated about — we just don’t see enough of her. I think you can make a strong argument for her being an Intuitive type, but ultimately I think Fi represents her better.

Daisuke - ESFP Dominant function: Se

I know it’s reductive to say Daisuke and Taichi have different personality type, but that’s easy to understand if you see them as being in different stages of type development.

Miyako - ENFP Dominant function: Ne

I’ve always thought Takeru and Miyako are pretty alike, hence why I think they would both fit this type.  

Iori - ISTJ Dominant function: Si

Again, Iori and Jou are pretty alike, although at different stages of their personality development. I could see Iori a ISTP/ISTJ, too — to be fair, I haven’t made up my mind totally about him.

Ken - INFJ Dominant function: Ni

Seek meaning and connection in ideas, relationships, and material possessions. Want to understand what motivates people and are insightful about others. Conscientious and committed to their firm values. Develop a clear vision about how best to serve the common good. Organized and decisive in implementing their vision.

I’m just going to go and give Ken INFJ, although I’m not entirely sure it is the best fit. Ken is incredibly complex, but Ni seems to describe him fairly well. And certainly, the “dark side” of Ni, Se, can very well explain why Ken developed his Digimon Kaiser persona.

BONUS

A brief summary of the 8 Functions:

Introverted Intuition (Ni) collects conscious and subconscious information, and then synthesizes it to produce convergent impressions, insights, answers, and theories. It sees deep causes, patterns, and laws underlying sense data. It is characteristically penetrating and insightful.

Extraverted Intuition (Ne) surveys and creatively recombines a breadth of ideas, associations, patterns, and possibilities. It is characteristically innovative, divergent, open-ended, and non-discriminating. Outwardly, Ne users may present as scattered, random, quirky, witty, and ideationally curious.

Introverted Sensing (Si) retains, consolidates, and recollects historical and autobiographical information. It attends to and draws on a concentrated body of past experiences, routines, and traditions (i.e., the “tried and true”). It forgoes the constant pursuit of new or broad experiences, finding safety and security in stability and consistency. It also surveys inner bodily sensations.

Extraverted Sensing (Se) seeks extensive outer stimulation in the “here and now”—new sights, sounds, tastes, experiences, etc. It is open-ended and non-discriminating with respect to new experiences. It can also be associated with image-consciousness and observation skills, displaying a keen eye for detail. Outwardly, it may manifest as a recurrent desire for activities beyond talking (“Let’s do something!”).

“Introverted Intuition (Ni) collects conscious and subconscious information, and then synthesizes it to produce convergent impressions, insights, answers, and theories. It sees deep causes, patterns, and laws underlying sense data. It is characteristically penetrating and insightful.

Extraverted Intuition (Ne) surveys and creatively recombines a breadth of ideas, associations, patterns, and possibilities. It is characteristically innovative, divergent, open-ended, and non-discriminating. Outwardly, Ne users may present as scattered, random, quirky, witty, and ideationally curious.

Introverted Sensing (Si) retains, consolidates, and recollects historical and autobiographical information. It attends to and draws on a concentrated body of past experiences, routines, and traditions (i.e., the “tried and true”). It forgoes the constant pursuit of new or broad experiences, finding safety and security in stability and consistency. It also surveys inner bodily sensations.

Extraverted Sensing (Se) seeks extensive outer stimulation in the “here and now”—new sights, sounds, tastes, experiences, etc. It is open-ended and non-discriminating with respect to new experiences. It can also be associated with image-consciousness and observation skills, displaying a keen eye for detail. Outwardly, it may manifest as a recurrent desire for activities beyond talking (“Let’s do something!”).

“Introverted Thinking (Ti) utilizes deep and nuanced logic to examine techniques, problems, concepts, or theories. It seeks self-regulation and self-optimization through the development of personal skills, methods, and strategies. It takes a skeptical and reductive approach toward knowledge.

Extraverted Thinking (Te) uses explicit logic, including standardized methods, measurements, policies, and procedures, to make systems and operations more rational, efficient, or effective. This often involves working as part of an institution, be it corporate, scientific, academic, etc. Outwardly, Te delivers opinions and directives in a firm, direct, measured, and unemotional fashion. It may at times be perceived as harsh, tactless, or unsympathetic.”

“Introverted Feeling (Fi) explores and refines personal tastes and feelings, contributing to a strong sense of personal uniqueness. It is self-regulating and self-controlling, working to maintain inner emotional and moral order. It may also emotionally invest in a limited number of love objects, be they persons, animals, hobbies, or causes.

Extraverted Feeling (Fe) surveys a breadth of human emotions, values, and morals. It strives toward interpersonal rapport, consensus, and continuity. It can also be associated with effective communication and social intelligence, facilitating growth and transformation in others. Outwardly, it delivers opinions and directives in a direct yet tactful way, often with a sense of emotional urgency and conviction.

in My True Type, A.J. Drenth

MBTI RESOURCES

A.J. Drenth. “My True Type”

Lenore Thomson. “Personality Type”. 

A.J. Drenth. “The 16 Personality Types”.

The 16 MBTI® Types https://www.myersbriggs.org/my-mbti-personality-type/mbti-basics/the-16-mbti-types.htm

Naomi Quenk, “Was That Really Me?”

[haus-of-wu]

just some zhoumi thoughts

still thinking about this...

this being...how zhoumi is literally the oldest chinese senior within SM. and how he probably doles out advice and/or food to all the nct/wayv chinese-descent line babies.

and how painful it is for him to be part of SJM but never officially SJ proper. how he has a “family” but he’s rarely allowed to be (on stage) with them. how whenever k-elf remind any of the members that zhoumi isn't "one of them", it's like a slap in the face to each and every one of them.

like how can k-elf say this when zhoumi literally spent days and nights in the hospital taking care of heechul after the accident ?? mind you this was when he had just entered the company/country and his korean was trash and he didn’t know anyone ?? boy didn't know shit, heechul was crippled and obviously more moody than usual, and sunshine hangeng just went "hey this is our new SJM member, play nice, bye, gotta help handle SJ proper stuff while you get better"

can you imagine having to take care of someone who has a LOT of a temper when you literally have just met him, barely know any korean, and have to walk on eggshells all the time around him?

we all love to joke about how SJ is a show window group that only acts close when they’re together, but so many people fail to see that the love that quietly burns within their veins is immeasurably stubborn. the passage of time does little to weaken the bond that connects them. it doesn’t matter if i saw you yesterday or months ago, i love you, i missed you, and i only want the best for you. just because zhoumi and henry were only part of a subunit doesn’t mean that SJ ever loved them less.

watching this conversation killed me because zhoumi still doesn’t feel like he deserves to take credit or enjoy SJM’s victories. it legit murders me. it’s been over a decade since debut and the trash OT13s spewed still haunts him to this day.

don’t even get me started about eunhyuk, who was acting as stand-in leader, gently scolding all the misbehavers/ot13s during super show 5 for their blatant disrespect of zhoumi and henry, of super junior as one family, because that shit hurt

zhoumi is the man who unofficially took up the mantle of SJM's leader position when hangeng left (sungmin is firmly in charge of being an obedient eldest hyung), and made sure all the members felt comfortable in foreign countries where they didn’t speak the language well - returning the favor and love that they've always shown for him back in korea

will i ever stop thinking about how gentle-mimi zhoumi, one of SM's most beautiful and talented flowers, literally willingly lets himself wither in SM bc he's waiting for that one ray of sunlight (an SJM comeback) that will make it all worth it ??

it literally has been six whole years since SJM’s “Swing”. swing happened before suju’s 10th anniversary and before the establishment of label SJ. just think about that. and during all this time, sungmin’s been wildin’ on his own/with saeun on youtube zhoumi finally made his solo debut, continuing doing TV/MC work, and held fanmeet tours all on his lonesome.

henry left when his contract ended because of creative differences, because he had outgrown SM and had a drive and vision that he wanted to execute on. he took the chance in going it on his own in a new environment. i'd also argue that henry grew up with a more Western/North American go-getter attitude that similarly made it difficult for international members like him, amber, and tiffany to stay.

victoria, zhoumi’s counter-part/twin, also left when her contract ended. (technically literally all of f(x) but krystal has left, but that’s a convo for another day) the two of them were recruited around the same time, had similar upbringings, and were pretty much as thick as thieves (victoria and zhoumi’s friendship runs almost parallel to amber and henry’s)

but zhoumi patiently sits and waits and writes his music in the corner wielding his pen like a sword because he somehow still is able to have faith, even though he's only been disappointed again and again, that he'll be able to stand alongside his work family again on stage

and idk. some might call that stupidity and naivety but i call that strength.

our beanstalk prince is literally the Last Man Standing here with his arsenal of songs and a powerpoint ready to go in with label SJ in order to sell SM execs on the SJM comeback, find me another man who is willing to go to bat like this when he’s received the short end of the stick so many times

[harryissuchalittleshit]

I’d love some headcanons on Bill and fleur with their children. I know their relationship isn’t good still......

Yes!!!

Victoire:

So everything changes when Dominique is born

Victoire is seven years older than her, eight years older than Louis

All of her parents attention is taken off of her, and they didn’t even ask her if she wanted to be an older sibling

Basically she doesn’t like the baby boom in the family, James, Freddie, and Roxanne are about five years younger than her, while Rose and Al are six

By the time she Hogwarts age she can’t wait to be out of the cottage

Whenever she comes home, she’s treated like the family babysitter, along with Teddy

She was the first person to notice something was off with Louis

By the time she’s sixteen, she starts to make her only plans for the summer with her grandparents in France and Tante Gabrielle

It’s where she meets her future husband SJ

They have a long distance relationship until SJ just shows up at the Memorial Day on May 2nd

He’s two years older than Victoire and already graduated from Beauxbatons

Bill doesn’t like him, he just sees all the trouble he’s going to cause for them, but Victoire doesn’t care

A few days after she’s graduated from Hogwarts, she just leaves

She’s tired of the fighting, she tired of Bill being a bit controlling, she’s just tired of it all

She and SJ run off to France together and elope and get pregnant very quickly

(Because they were already pregnant)

Arcturus, their oldest is born in January

Victoire and SJ got into a fight before she went into labor and SJ left her to clear his head, but by the time he came back she was gone

He calls her parents in hope that they can help, and this is what they had fought about

She had lied to him about her parents knowing where she was, and had refused to get into contact with them about the baby

Bill and Fleur bring them both back to England with them and get them a flat and SJ a job with Teddy

But Victoire doesn’t want any of it

When she gets on her feet, she and SJ move out of the flat and into their own place hidden from the rest of the family

They rarely go to any family events, and she never returns back to Shell Cottage

She just doesn’t want what her parents want for her, she wants to live the life she choose for herself and if it means cutting out her parents she will

And it’s exactly what she does

Dominique:

She Bill’s favorite and she knows it and uses it to her advantage

She isn’t close to Fleur, she just isn’t the daughter that Fleur wanted

She isn’t graceful or calm or elegant, she’s a tomboy and loves it

She refuses to wear skirts or heels, she’s rubbish at French, and she’s the family gossip

Dominique knows all the secrets and loves to share them

Until she becomes the secret

Getting pregnant at sixteen with the wrong twins baby was not the plan, it was supposed to be Lorcan, not Lysander

Though honestly the getting pregnant part was really really not the plan at all

Add in the fact that she doesn’t want to tell her parents, she doesn’t seek comfort in her parents, and she doesn’t want to even factor in her parents, you get a pretty big strain

They want her to keep the baby and drop out of Hogwarts and raise him at home with their help

Dominique instead gives him up for adoption

She can’t raise this baby, she’s too young and immature and she knows this about herself

They try to put that year behind them, but it lingers whenever Dominique is around and she knows it

Then she drops the bombshell that she got accepted into Muggle University

Bill and Fleur are furious, they think she’s trying to follow the same path as Victoire

She leaves days after she graduates from Hogwarts and moves into the dorms

She builds a life at university, she waits tables and does well in her classes, when she graduates she marries Lorcan

Her parents don’t approve of Lorcan or Lysander anymore after the whole pregnancy thing

Lorcan covered for Lysander and took the blame, until everything just fell apart

They never acknowledge Lorcan as family and it’s enough for Dominique to cut them out of their lives

Louis:

Not only is Louis the biggest surprise of their life, but he was also born very early, about ten weeks early

He was just barely four pounds when he was born, and completely silent

He lived in the NICU until September that year (he was born in April)

He brought so much stress to them and it didn’t stop from there

I mentioned earlier that Victoire was the first person to notice something was weird about Louis, that’s true

He has autism and Bill and Fleur just aren’t capable of handling it

Actually, they are, they just refuse to

It’s just a huge disappointment to them, Bill especially

Louis has no interest in Quidditch or chocolate frog cards or anything that Bill grew up with

But he loves to paint and sketch, he’s loves to go surfing and ride around on his longboard, he loves to drive the keep when he’s old enough

He speaks French best out of all three of them, even Victoire after she lived in France for six months with SJ

The issues are that he’s too quiet, he has extreme light sensitivity, he hates anyone to touch him without consent and even with consent

Everything has to be thought through and his family is too impulsive for that

Louis notices all the little cracks in their marriage, long before Bill and Fleur do

He can chart their fights in a three act play, and he only needs to say which act they’re in for Dominique to know when they can go downstairs

He knows more than anyone how much his sisters come and go from the cottage, his bedroom has the easiest window to climb back into

When he and Mia start dating, his parents aren’t concerned about Mia, they’re concerned about how he can be in a relationship

How he can be normal

Mia puts the ground rules down right away, mostly that there is no such thing as normal

Louis feels the same distance from his parents that his sisters alway talk about

When he graduates, it’s the first time that both of his sisters and his parents are all together in years

And it’s a mess

He and Mia move into a little cottage and elope and Louis finally feels ‘normal’ as his parents call it

Then Mia gets pregnant, and both his parents and her parents don’t think that they should be as happy as they are

They don’t think that Louis can raise a baby

But Mia does, and that’s all that matters

Louis is more in contact with his parents than his sisters, but the strain is obvious

I really love the Delacour/Weasley family, but I honestly don’t think that Bill and Fleur would be good parents or have great relationships with their children

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Hi! I want to have comprehensive list of the BL manga/manhwa etc. that I’ve read because I want to spread the love for this genre 💜.  This post is a list of works that I’ve read which is not in this page yet + my comments on each work. I hope some people will find something that they like here ^__^

🐣 All BL recs from me 

manhwa  🐓

💜 Never Understand

Yuri, one of the school's most handsome guys,and Jaerim, one of the school's ugliest, collide!...or don't they? Can't understand what's going on between these two! It's Out of Control! 

shounen-ai, completed, 87 chapters

THE STORY IS SOOOO GOOD. The art also improved by a lot upon reaching the later chapters. Jae-rim is dubbed as “ugly” (he’s a whole cutie tho) and I’m glad to see a non conventional character design for an MC! I highly recommend reading this!!  👌💯

Incorrigible 

A sequel to “Never Understand” which is focused on Cho Ayeon’s story after being free from Soyeon’s control.

yaoi, completed, 8 chapters

This has few chapters so maybe that explains the fast pacing. Nonetheless, it was a nice read, I have a really soft spot for Jae-rim so seeing his r-18 experiences with Yuri really got me ahkdjashdkajshd ;W;

💜 Dirty Vibrations

Best friends Yeong and Nohae thought it was a joke when they downloaded the infamous “cursed” app. It’s said to command the user to perform…sexual acts and punishes those who disobey or delete it. It started with making them kiss. When they disobeyed its order…the punishment was anything but a joke. 

yaoi, ongoing

This one is from Fujoking (author of Youjin)! In all honesty, I love this for its sex scenes. They are so well made, the art, the dialogue, the expressions, and just *chef’s kiss* 👌. When it comes to expressing sexual scenes in BL, my top authors would have to be Fujoking for manhwa and Zaria for manga.

💜 Paid

Executive director Heejae is nicknamed "Chaebol Prince" by the public. But his life is turned upside down when documents linking him to an embezzlement scheme are unexpectedly found by an accounting collegian Taekyung! So he pretends to have a crush on him, but.. Taekyung wants more than just flirting! 

yaoi, ongoing

This is another one from Fujoking! This has a heavier plot as compared to Dirty Vibrations, so you get amazing smut AND an engaging story! 

💜 On or Off

Yiyoung is building a startup with his college friends. They get a chance to present their proposal to SJ Corporation, one of the leading companies in the country. But in the meeting room he sees Kang Daehyung, the extremely handsome company big shot that's so very much his type, and Yiyoung's heart starts to race...! Can pretty-faced Yiyoung win both in love and his career? 

yaoi, ongoing

Okay this! It’s really funny and the pacing is nice and the characters are nice and the art is nice and the perfect mix of romance comedy and slice of life i just HUHDADKAJDHJK it’s rly a feel good read and both MCs are SO ATTRACTIVE.

Penthouse XXX

Siyeon, a contract killer, has declared a boycott on men after being screwed over by his ex. That is, until he moves into a penthouse owned by Taekyung, a rich heir with killer looks.

yaoi, completed, 49 chapters

It has meme worthy illustrations xD. The graphics are nice but I found Taekyung (one of the MCs) to be a little toxic. Also, some parts of the story were not wrapped up/discussed enough imo. But overall, it was a pleasant read.

Home Sweet Home

The last thing Jungyeon expected was for his mom to ask if she could remarry. The new man was kind, considerate, a perfect match for his mother but there’s a catch: he has a younger son. Sunwoo is an introvert. He’s shy and has trouble opening up to others, until he meets Jungyeon and finds himself opening up for the first time. As their parents get closer to marrying, they become close, too close, and that’s when Sunwoo learns Jungyeon is already seeing another man.

yaoi, completed, 57 chapters

I honestly don’t know why this has quite a low rating on mangago because I found it to be a good read! It’s like sitting through a romance-drama movie. I liked the ending and the relationship between the main couple.

K’s Secret

Employee Kim Doyoon has been working for 5 years. He has one secret that he can't tell anyone else - the fact that he's a half-vampire born between a human and a vampire.

yaoi, ongoing

The art is so good in the recent chapters ugh. Also the sex scenes are well made. The plot is a little unclear though, and I feel like the relationship of the two MCs are kinda forced and unnatural hahaskdhakjdh. Still reading it tho since it’s ongoing.

💜 I have a Boyfriend

Kang Hyeon Ho, who belongs in the university soccer team goes into a breadth class and encounters the person he went to middle school together with and was his first love, Han Gyeol. 

yaoi, completed, 44 chapters

THIS IS BASICALLY COLLEGE AU ROM COM ADDITIONAL TAG: FIRST LOVE AND IT’S AMAZING. Just a really well rounded story with the right amount of drama to bring out its slice of life  😭💘 Also, this is tagged as yaoi but the sex scenes were few and not that explicit.

💜 Voice of Love

After experiencing a traumatic incident involving a previous lover, Jiho is too afraid to tell his classmate Soohan that he likes him. Thankfully, Soohan can hear otherpeople's thoughts and asks him out first. But, as we all know, love isn't always that easy. Will Jiho and Soohan really get their happily ever after?

shounen-ai, completed, 37 chapters

Just a really cute story about mind reading and high school boys being in love. Ah, youth. This will make you feel good like ,,, awww young love :( <3

Base to Base

The elite Sung Moon High is fields one the country's top 5 high school baseball teams. Kim Soohyun was the ace pitcher of his middle school now started his first year at Moon high baseball team...since his beloved sunbae Choi Woojin(captain/catcher) is there....Kim Soohyun is an cutie puppy with stalker tendency exclusive for his beloved sunbae. 

shounen-ai, completed, 28 chapters

Sports manga/anime always had a little (or lots) of gay, well this one made it officially gay! A cute rom-com bUT I feel like the ending was rushed. I would have loved it if there was more, but nonetheless, a good read! :)

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💜 I Seriously Can’t Believe You  

"I don't think you've realized your true nature yet." That's what Kon tells Iida, the hottest guy at school, wondering how anyone could be so proper. As popular as he is, Iida doesn't seem interested in any of the girls who come after him. Kon and his buddies try to look into the matter by flipping a coin and having Kon approach him with his confession of love, just to see if he's really interested in guys. "I've... never looked at guys like that..." says Iida, falling for Kon's ruse. Kon takes him home, hoping to straighten out the misunderstanding, when Iida suddenly grabs him by the shoulder, and... A story about a mysterious hottie at school and a prince of a certain kind. 

yaoi, completed, 5 chapters

THIS IS FUNNY AND CUTE AND HOT AND SHORT BUT REALLY GOOD JUST READ IT YOU WONT REGRET IT!

💜 Yoru to Asa no Uta 

(Chapter 0) ; (Sequel)

Asaichi can't play any instruments, his voice is average, and he's only in the band for the girls and the sex. Plus, he's homophobic. For some reason, the new bassist is infatuated with him despite the treatment Asaichi gives him.

yaoi, completed, 1 + 8 + 8  = 16 chapters

It’s by Harada (author of ‘Yatamomo’ and ‘Color Recipe’) so expect dark themes. Trigger warning for rape. I suggest you skip the rape if you can’t handle it because this manga is so good. Its art and story (much like Harada’s other works) will really suck you in. This left a deep impression on me because the characters felt so alive. I respect Harada so much for that ability.

💜 Eigyou Nika!

Sakisaka, stationed in the second Sales Division, has an unrequited love for Toujou, his directing senpai. He had no intention of confessing his feelings. However, Toujou has been awfully touchy-feely lately… Is there a glimmer of hope? Please don’t let it be a misunderstanding! Which path will these vexing feelings flow down to?

yaoi, completed, 10 chapters

I had fun reading this because it’s so fluffy!! aaaAAAA I love friends to lovers and cuddling and the sweetness that comes from a relationship that is a more than friendship but less than lovers. A lighthearted read <3

💜 Mou Ichido, Nando Demo

On his way home from picking up a rings for himself and his lover, Fuji Takahiro is hit by a car. His resulting amnesia degrades his live-in lover Kotou Tarou to a mere flatmate, and a series of misunderstandings threatens to tear the couple apart. Tossed around by desperation and confusion, can Tarou and Takahiro rebuild their once blissful relationship? 

yaoi, completed, 11 chapters

This is like watching a really good mature drama. The characters feel real and the situations presented in the manga were also something one can easily imagine themselves being put into. A short and good read.

💜Ookami-kun wa Kowakunai

The world is filled with animals that can evolve into beastmen. There is a young and earnest wolf who was always mistaken for a showy person because of his flashy looks. The easily mistaken wolf has fallen for an attractive looking rabbit named Usami, who is cautious of carnivores.

yaoi, completed, 6 chapters

I mEAN,,, LOOK AT THEM!!! This is wholesome and very fluffy huhuhuhu no more words needed. A short and cute read! <3

💜Ookami He No Yomeiri

Kaede is a rabbit person chosen to be the 'bride' of a distinguished wolf family. Although he does not wish to marry a wolf, his family pleads for him to go so that they can have enough supplies to last for the next two years. However, how will his new husband act towards a little bunny rabbit stuck in the wolf's den?

yaoi, completed, 8 chapters

The art is good and the story is cute :((( They’re so cute aaaa I’m a sucker for grumpy looking x ray of sunshine it’s just uGH the contrast never gets old.

💜 Encirclement Love

Ryou had a sleepover and saw his friends - Issei and Tadahiro - kissing while they thought he was asleep. He asks them about it and feels betrayed as a childhood friend when they pretend nothing happened. Determined to catch them red-handed, Ryou ends up inside a closet with Issei's little brother - Yuusei -, who has a unexpected reaction to the situation.

yaoi, completed, 6 chapters

It’s basically four high school boys being horny. All four of them are friends and I find their dynamics really funny. Also, they’re all hOT 🥵 I had lots of fun reading this!

Mother’s Spirit

University employee Ryouichirou is ordered by the Chairman to take in an exchange student. That exchange student, Qaltaqa, is a native from a developing country who can't understand Japanese!! Though he is a warrior of his tribe and a man of great beauty, seeing him afraid of the phone and the TV, and even the toilet, Ryouichirou gets fed up… But while being called "Ryouichirou" in such a clumsy manner, he has a change of heart!?

yaoi, completed, 13 chapters

This is funny and interesting! A short read to boost your mood and get your yaoi fix ;D

Dakaretai Otoko Ichii Ni Odosarete Imasu 

Saijou Takato's 5 year reign as the "Most Huggable No. 1" has been snatched. Stealing his thunder is the newbie actor with a 3-year debut, Azumaya! Towards the stuffy hostile Takato, Azumaya's sincere sparkling smile starts to become effective. Even as Takato sets his alert level on MAX, Azumaya catches Takato in his shameful drunken state and uses it to blackmail him! In exchange for Azumaya's silence, Azumaya states, "Please let me hold you"'?! "Embrace me, who was the Most Huggable No.1? What the heck is he saying!" 

yaoi, ongoing

I remember dropping this because MC was obviously raped, but upon watching the first episode of the anime adaptation, they made the sex consensual (thank God) and the story is not so bad after all. I suggest skipping the first chapter altogether and just start off at episode 1 in the anime, then you can pick it up in the manga to see the explicit scenes xD

That’s it for now! Will continue updating in this tumblr acc. as I continue on reading more BL ehe. Hmu on my twt if u wanna talk about BL and/or anime and manga in general hehe. Love lots~ 💜🐓

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Bated Breath

So this is the picture I chose to use for the quarantine writing challenge I was tagged in by @chaneajoyyy! Thanks for the tag and this is the first writing challenge I’ve been tagged in so I’m excited and hope everyone likes it☺️!

Pairing: Kenny CrosbyxBlack Reader

⚠️: Maybe a small, tiny pinch of angst but fluff other than that💕!

“Thanks for joining us for the evening news, we hope everyone has a great rest of the night and upcoming weekend!,” the cheery news anchor smiles giving a small wave to the camera like always.

Silently locking the door behind him, Kenny kicks off his shoes placing them with the few others in the closet before tip toeing down the hall to your shared room. With it being close to midnight, he figured you were already curled up in bed fast asleep and more than likely on his side.

“Baby!,” you shout as you run to jump in his arms, wrapping your legs around him.

“Hey baby I thought you would be asleep?,” he smiles, hands under your thighs as he kisses your lips.

“Nope, I waited up until you got home. I missed you!”

“Hmm not that I have a problem with it, but seems like you’ve been missing me a lot lately,” he replies kissing your neck and making you giggle from his beard scratching against your skin.

When you guys first started living together, you would stay up every night he had to work to make sure he made it back safely. Well, more like try to stay up since most nights you’d end up falling asleep and he’d have to carry you to bed.

After a while, you started going to bed at your normal time not seeing him until the next day or in the middle of the night when he’d accidentally wake you up as he held you closer to him. Lately though, you were finding yourself back in your old routine staying up later and later wanting to make sure you saw him walk in your apartment.

Bare feet now touching the carpeted floor, you pout your lips as he makes his way to the bathroom.

“Noo don’t leave!”

“I’ll be back I promise, I just have to shower really quick,” he smiles. “However if you’ll miss me too much you could always join me.”

“No it’s ok, I already showered,” you answer as he gently takes your hand in his pulling you close to his chest.

“I don’t see anything wrong with taking two showers in a day.”

“No I can wait, you go ahead. Right now a cold shower would do you good,” you laugh playfully shoving him as you turn to sit back on the edge of the bed.

Running the warm water, he catches a glimpse of you in the mirror sitting with your legs under you as you patiently wait on the bed while on your phone. Not that he wasn’t used to you showing this much affection, but noticing your newfound clinginess did make him wonder what was going on with you.

Towel now around his hips as he enters the room lightly frangranced from his shower gel, he feels your arms around him and head lying on his back as he searches the drawers for his grey sweats and white t-shirt.

“Am I gonna have to try to get dressed with you attached to me like a koala?,” he laughs placing his arm across yours.

“I mean...you can try!,” you giggle jumping on his back making him laugh harder. Putting on his pants, he tosses the towel back in the bathroom before walking you over to the bed and lightly tapping your leg so you could plop down on the dark blue comforter.

Lying down next to you, his muscular arm finds it’s way around your waist pulling you closer to his warm body as you lie your head on his bare chest drapping your leg across his.

“Alright what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but lately I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit more affectionate and literally not wanting to let me go. Is everything ok? You know you can talk to me.”

“Yea, I mean I guess I’ve just been a little sensitive lately.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“Well one night I had this dream that you called me talking about some guy the you arrested and how he was out, but I could hardly hear the rest of what you said before the phone cut off. Then I was waiting for you but you never came home and when I woke up you weren’t there.”

“It’s ok babe it was just a dream,” he replies rubbing your back while he kisses the top of your head.

“I know, but it felt so real. Then during the day I tried to forget about it, but I just kept thinking what if.” Feeling water hit his chest he carefully sits up lifting your chin so he could see your now glossy, red eyes.

“Baby don’t cry. You don’t need to worry about that happening, none of those guys are that bold.”

“Well they were bold enough to do what got them sent to jail. Whose to say they don’t feel bold enough to go after the people who put them there?”

“Because nine times out of ten, they’re probably not coming out once they go in so they can’t come for us,” he answers wiping a fallen tear from your cheek with his thumb. “But if that ever did happen, we’d deal with it once we got to that road. Plus you know my skills, so I dare someone to mess with me, you, or anyone else I care about.”

Softly smiling he leaves small pecks all over your face making you giggle before meeting his soft lips with yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now no more worrying because seeing you upset makes me upset.”

“Fine, I’ll try. And I’ll stop being so clingy so you can get freely get dressed.”

“Mm actually, that doesn’t have to completely stop. I don’t mind the extra clinginess,” he smiles trapping your body to his as he lies his head on your chest while you laugh.

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Deadly obsession- Part 2

Here is the next part in my Ben Hardy series, thank you all for the lovely feedback so far. I hope you will all like this part.

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Summary: Ben and (Y/n) are in a great place in their marriage but (Y/n) starts to get worried when she has a stalker who starts to get very obsessive over her and who seems to know a lot about her.

Enjoy.

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"Are you okay?" Those three little words whispered against the shell of her ear made shivers crawl up and down (Y/n)'s spine and caused her stomach to tingle with electrified nerves.

With a gentle smile and a hum, (Y/n) leaned her head back on Ben's arm that was resting behind her on the back of the leather booth they were sitting in. She knew he was asking because she had been spacing out for a few minutes now and seemed to be sitting in her own little world. It wasn't a bad thing but Ben wanted to make sure (Y/n) was drifting rather than overthinking or panicking about something. He would hate to sit and chat to their friends as if everything was fine if (Y/n) was worried about something.

For a few moments, (Y/n) looked around the booth they were sitting in which was in the corner of the cafe out the way of everyone else. It was just Ben, (Y/n), Rami and Lucy in the booth after they decided to meet up for breakfast since they all had the morning free. It was nice to catch up and get away from the stress of work and colleagues and just life in general but (Y/n) couldn't help how her mind liked to run away without her every so often.

Slouching down a little further on the leather seat, (Y/n) leaned her head a bit to the right until her forehead was pressing into Ben's shoulder and she could feel his hand moving from the back of the seat to rest on her shoulder. His fingers slowly feathered over her shoulder as she tried to work out what the topic of conversation had shifted to and see where she could chip in to show them she was still listening.

(Y/n)'s eyes shifted from looking across at Lucy to looking up at Ben when he suddenly moved around. He pushed his shoulders back into the seat and lifted his legs up from the seat so he could grab something from his back pocket.

"Babe your phone keeps going off in my pocket, it's like I'm sat on a vibrator."

(Y/n) quirked a brow at Ben's comment that he didn't even bother to say quietly causing Lucy to press her lips together to smother a smirk. And the way Ben looked neutral as he spoke made it seem like a normal thing to inject into the conversation.

Since (Y/n) didn't have any pockets or her bag with her Ben just shoved her phone into his back pocket like he normally did when they went out and he never minded anything in his pockets like that. (Y/n) knew a lot of the time he had their house keys in his back pocket and he could sit down and not be bothered by the jagged keys poking into his skin at all which was intriguing to (Y/n). But he didn't like how (Y/n)'s phone was going off every few minutes in his pocket and with it being on vibrate it wasn't the best feeling in the world.

"So, we were thinking about having the house-warming party on Thursday if you can both come?" Lucy swiftly changed the topic back to what it had been seconds previous and a broad smile pulled at her lips. The way she tangled her hands together showed (Y/n) just how excited she was to be moving into a new house- the first home she would be sharing with Rami.

"Yeah, we can make it." (Y/n) smiled at Lucy's eagerness, she knew how long her friend had been waiting to get this house and she was itching to renovate it and strip all the wallpaper in a few weeks.

(Y/n) remembered when she and Ben first moved in together, it had been into the house they had now and they were lucky enough to not have to redecorate the whole house. Only their bedroom and the living room had to be decorated, everything else was fine and up to date for their taste but it did feel good to hang pictures and ornaments up and make sure everything had a place that it suited around the house. Now (Y/n) was itching to buy a pregnancy test and see if one of the spare rooms could be redecorated anytime soon.

It was all planned out in her head, she would get a test- or maybe two, on Saturday when it was safe to say that she had missed two periods. And if they came back positive she wanted to tell Ben when they were home alone. (Y/n) didn't want to try and make him guess or figure it out or give him a baby onesie or baby shoes and surprise him, she just wanted to come out with it and tell him. No big gestures or questions or surprises.

When (Y/n) felt her phone buzz in her hand she felt her body tensing and it took all the effort she had to stop her smile from slipping off her lips.

It had been four days since she first got a text from a random person who somehow knew her name. The next day she didn't get a text message and she thought it was safe even though them knowing her name put her on edge. But the next two days since then (Y/n) had gotten two or three messages each day. She hadn't woken up to a message this morning so she hoped that maybe they had given up since she hadn't replied once.

But she didn't know who it was, they never put their name or said anything that indicated who it could be and this didn't seem like a prank someone was playing on her. None of (Y/n)'s friends would do this sort of prank, they would mess around and tease her or buy her stupid joking gifts but no one would go as far as to get a new number and start sending weird texts to scare her. But this person knew her name and that told (Y/n) that it had to be someone she knew. Why would a stranger be messaging her, how would a stranger even know her name anyway?

Glancing her eyes down to her phone, (Y/n) felt her hands beginning to tremble as she turned her phone on and swiped across to go to her messages. Part of her really didn't want to read these texts and see what had been sent to her. She didn't want to know what this stranger was saying because she was getting herself worried over relatively nothing.

Ben always told her that if there was something worrying or bothering her she should tell him and he would listen and try to help, but what could he do to help? This wasn't something (Y/n) wanted to tell him because it made her feel foolish. Someone was just messing around and sending her stupid texts, she didn't want to tell Ben because it wasn't anything bad. They weren't threatening her or saying they knew where she lived or what she was doing or trying to hurt her or get her to do anything. There was nothing to be done here because it was nothing serious so Ben didn't need to know and be worried or annoyed about it.

(Y/n) had gotten four texts in he last hour, all from the same number.

'Hey beautiful, what are you up to today?'

'(Y/n)  please I don't get why you're ignoring me.'

'It's because your husband's there, isn't it?'

'It's been five days now, why won't you just talk to me honey?'

A shudder ran down (Y/n)'s spine as she scanned the texts over and over again. This man was clingy and he was desperate but there was something else behind his words that made (Y/n) feel uneasy. It was as if he truly thought he was talking to his wife who was ignoring him and it was making him angry.

Maybe there was another (Y/n) out there with a similar phone number and who was also married and she was having an affair with this man. Maybe she had a long affair and didn't know how to cut it off and so she changed her number or was simply ignoring him and wishing he would go away like (Y/n) was. But it was a big coincidence that there was another woman out there with the same name, similar phone number and who was also married who this man was trying to talk to.

But if these messages were truly intended for (Y/n), who on Earth were they from?

(Y/n) hadn't given out her number to anyone in months, she had no new colleagues or friends who needed her number and she couldn't see how a stranger could get her number. Nor was she having some kind of affair like these messages were implying because the person was angry and kept mentioning a husband.

(Y/n) loved Ben with everything she had and they might be having a baby together, she hadn't and wouldn't cheat on him with anyone else so it was no one night stand or affair that was trying to get back in touch with her.

A wave of unease rattled through (Y/n) as she felt her heartbeat starting to pulse through every muscle in her body. She held her breath deep in her lungs as she clicked on the number information and scrolled down until her thumb was hovering over block caller.

She had to block him, she didn't know who he was or what he actually wanted other than her undivided attention that (Y/n) wasn't willing to give. She couldn't keep letting him message her five times a day demanding that she speak to him and getting angry when she doesn't. No response didn't seem to make him understand that (Y/n) didn't want to talk to him. She didn't know who he was but she didn't want to know either and she didn't want him to keep messaging her constantly like this.

Before (Y/n) registered what she was doing she blocked the number just as her phone vibrated from another message. She didn't get to see the message and something told her that was a good thing in case there was more aggression in the next message.

That was it, she had blocked the number and whoever it was would find out very soon that any future messages wouldn't be able to get through to her phone. The message was clear now that (Y/n) didn't want to interact with whoever it was who was persistent on her attention.

Moving her phone, (Y/n) placed it down on the seat next to her before she leaned her head back on Ben's shoulder.

"Okay?" Ben mumbled quietly as he kissed the top of (Y/n)'s head and rubbed his hand up and down her arm. He had wondered for a moment if something was wrong when (Y/n) seemed to space out when she looked at whatever messages she had gotten. But when she tilted her head up and smiled at him the new nerves in his stomach settled down and he smiled softly at her.

"Perfect."

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"You know we have to leave in five minutes, right?" (Y/n) bit down on the corner of her lip to try and stop her lips from curving up into a smirk. Her brows rose at Ben who was leaning over her, his hands were holding her hips that were pressing against his own and his lips were grazing over her neck.

She was sure that Ben had forgotten that they were supposed to be going to his parents house in half an hour and it took almost that time to get there from their house. They had to leave soon and the way Ben was going he seemed to really want to make them late.

"If I drive fast we can leave in ten."

Biting her lip harder, (Y/n) hooked her arms around Ben's neck and leaned into him a bit more which she knew took him by surprise because he was expecting her to push him back because they really didn't have the time. (Y/n) tucked her face into Ben's neck and pressed a butterfly kiss to the soft skin behind his ear causing him to shiver against her. But the moment (Y/n) kissed him, she unravelled her arms from his neck and pulled out of his arms.

"As much as I'd love to, I don't fancy a speeding ticket and your mum hates us being late so we need to go." (Y/n) knew Ben was a good driver but she didn't fancy getting stopped or getting a ticket because he tried to get to his parent's house on time.

Ben's mother had a thing for being prompt and on time or early and (Y/n) felt much the same. The last time they were late Ben wore a shit-eating grin through the whole dinner and that caused his mum to keep glancing over at (Y/n) and all she could do in response was turn beet red. (Y/n) wasn't sitting through another family dinner looking like a tomato.

"You're a tease, you know that?" Ben leaned closer so he could press his lips to her jaw before he turned on his heels with a smile and moved to grab a shirt. He didn't want to annoy or upset his mother by turning up late.

(Y/n) smiled to herself before she moved over to stand in front of the mirror and quickly put her hair up into a bobble to keep it from her eyes.

Tomorrow was Saturday and (Y/n) had it set in stone in her mind that she was going to take a pregnancy test and find out whether her and Ben's future was going to be changing anytime soon. She was almost certain that she was pregnant and she knew if she was then Ben was going to be ecstatic and his parents would be thrilled as well.

(Y/n) was going to find that new out tomorrow, they were going out for dinner with Ben's parents today, yesterday had been Lucy and Rami's housewarming which had been a great night. And to top everything off, (Y/n) had blocked her persistent pen-pal as she thought of him and since then no weird texts had been lighting up her phone. Everything was going great right now and (Y/n) didn't want anything to make this week go downhill.

Nodding to herself in the mirror, (Y/n) turned around and moved over to where Ben was just about to walk out the bedroom. He stopped where he was when he felt (Y/n)'s arms winding around his waist and her chin perching on his shoulder.

"What, you think we should be late after all?" Ben turned his head to look at (Y/n), quirking a brow as he moved his hands to hold her own.

"No, I'm just happy." (Y/n) kissed his cheek and tightened her arms around his waist. When Ben started walking again he kept hold of her hands so she walked with him still wrapped around him like a vine attached to his back.

When they got downstairs (Y/n) headed over into the kitchen to grab her phone and her bag before she made her way back to Ben.

"See, I got you here on time." Ben kissed (Y/n)'s cheek when they got out the car outside his parent's house. He checked his phone and nodded to himself when he noticed they were five minutes early and he didn't even try and speed to get here quicker.

(Y/n) linked her hand with Ben's as they headed inside and made a beeline for the kitchen where they both knew Ben's mother would be, she would already be making a start on dinner. It was a normality for them all to have dinner on a Friday night rather than a Sunday, it was their own tradition.

"There you two are, how are you?" Kate smiled as she leaned over and flicked the kettle on, knowing already that Ben would want a coffee.

"We're good mum, you okay?" Ben leaned over to kiss her cheek before (Y/n) moved over for a hug.

"Do you need help with anything?" (Y/n) moved over so Ben could make himself a drink but the knowing look (Y/n) got from Kate was more than enough to tell her that she didn't have to help. Kate liked everything a certain way and she liked doing the cooking herself, it wasn't that she didn't like or appreciate the help, she just wanted things doing her way so normally everyone let her do her thing and made sure to offer to tidy and clean up instead.

"No, but thank you."

(Y/n) leaned against the counter, smiling as Kate started up a new topic of conversation before her eyes suddenly looked down at her bag when she heard her phone go off. She put her bag on the counter behind her and took out her phone, the tone told (Y/n) it was her email but she didn't know if it was a work email or personal. If work rang or texted her then it was a sign someone wanted her to cover a shift and (Y/n) didn't like covering shifts at such short notice so at least if it was work it wasn't any shifts for her to take.

When she opened the email she realised it was her personal one which calmed down the way her heart jumped with a small bout of anxiety. But as (Y/n) read over the email she felt her blood running cold in her veins and her muscles tensed up like she was slowly turning to stone.

'Hey beautiful,

I realised you probably blocked my texts to stop that husband of yours reading them and if that's the reason then I do understand. But I'd really prefer if you didn't keep ignoring me, it's getting hard going this long without hearing from you or seeing your beautiful face. I know your with your husband now but can you respond to me soon please?

Love you (Y/n).'

How had he gotten her email? (Y/n) didn't usually talk to anyone via her email, it was mainly for when she bought stuff or got subscriptions or talked to long distance friends. Not even Ben or Sasha sent her emails and (Y/n) hadn't given out her email address to anyone in quite a while.

(Y/n) could feel her lungs tensing and closing off and her throat started to tighten like her muscles were expanding and trying to touch one another so she couldn't breathe at all. Tears formed in her eyes but it didn't stop her from being able to read the email over and over again until her body started to shake.

Who was he? Why was he doing this to her? (Y/n) was happily married, she didn't know this person and she didn't want to know him either. Blocking his number was a big sign that (Y/n) wanted nothing to do with him but he knew her number and email in the first place. He had to be someone who knew (Y/n) because he knew her details and he knew her name, why was he so fixated on trying to get her to talk to him? He sounded like he was in love with her and like they were in some kind of secret relationship but they weren't.

He wasn't leaving a name either so he either expected (Y/n) to know exactly who he was or he didn't want her to know this was him because they had to be friends or acquaintances.

"Babe... baby, what's the matter?" Ben put his drink down as his eyes narrowed and he felt his chest tightening when he looked across at (Y/n).

She was staring down at her phone like she had just been told the world was ending, there were tears welling up in her eyes and she was beginning to shake. The pieces clicked in Ben's mind that she was panicking over something but it scared him to think what she was worried about. He had seen her have panic attacks before and he knew how to calm her down and how to help but it never stopped him from panicking about what the problem was. She had been fine five minutes ago.

Ben moved until he was stood in front of (Y/n) and he gently took her phone from her hands, not bothering to see what was on the screen before he locked it and put it carelessly on the counter. He gently tangled his arms around (Y/n) and guided her through the kitchen and out into the back garden, he knew people seeing (Y/n) having a panic attack only made her feel worse and his mother had seen him have enough of them to know what was wrong with (Y/n).

"Okay baby, you need to try and breathe with me." Ben took (Y/n)'s hand and pressed it to his chest so she could see how he was trying to keep his own breaths calm.

He waited a few more seconds before he placed his hands either side of her face and pressed his forehead against her own and slowly started to swipe his thumbs under her eyes to brush away her tears. He felt (Y/n) brushing her fingers over his chest like she was stroking him or trying not to scratch him as she tried to copy his breathing.

When (Y/n) slowly started to breathe better and try to copy Ben's breathing, he pulled back a little until he could wrap his arms around her and hold her to his chest. He tangled his hand in her hair and gently kissed the top of her head a few times until he felt (Y/n) tightly wrapping her arms around his waist and burrowing herself into his chest as much as she could.

"Baby, can you tell me what upset you?" Ben tried to look down at (Y/n) but she burrowed into him tighter until he could feel her rapid, uneven breaths forcing into his chest like she was trying to give his lungs her oxygen. "Alright, alright you don't have to tell me. But please tell me it's nothing serious."

Ben slowly started to card his fingers through (Y/n)'s hair to keep her calm and he pressed his lips to the top of her head. He felt his heart calming down just a little when (Y/n) nodded against him to show that this was nothing serious and her arms wrapped tighter around him.

But she didn't know if this was serious or not.

[rcncgaades]

↪ brief introduction to prudence eaton.

BASICS

full name: prudence camryn eaton.  nickname(s): prue, percy ( vastly preferred ). age: twenty-eight. date of birth: 19 october 1992. zodiac sign: libra. place of birth: blackpool, lancashire, england, united kingdom. ethnicity: white. nationality: british. gender: cis female. sexual orientation: homosexual. romantic orientation: homoromantic. religion: she was raised in a protestant household but her family was never all that tied to actively practicing religion and it was never something percy considered all that important to her day-to-day life. as an adult she’s definitely more agnostic leaning than anything. education: bachelors of science in zoology ( university of derby ), masters in biodiversity, evolution & conservation ( university college london ), dphil in zoology ( university of oxford ). occupation: research zoologist & wildlife photographer.  language(s) spoken: english ( primarily ), french, german, russian, polish ( learned to the point of being able to carry on conversations during research projects across continental europe ). accent: she has a thick and immediately apparent northern english accent. she hasn’t lived in the united states for a significant period of time and it doesn’t take anyone more than a word or two to realize percy isn’t american.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

face claim: amelia eve. hair color: blonde ( she dyes it brown on occasion but for the most part it’s blonde ). eye color: green.  height: 5′3″. weight: 120 lbs. build: slim, athletic. tattoos: an intricate tattoo of a lion on her back ( here ), a half sleeve flower themed tattoo on her left arm ( here ), a small tattoo on the inside of her right bicep of the sun rising/falling over the ocean inspired by a drawing her baby brother gave her when they were children ( here ). piercings: she has traditional ear piercings in her firsts and seconds, she has a nose ring in her left nostril; she had an eyebrow piercing for a long while but took it out when she began guest lecturing and occasionally teaching in earnest– it’s healed up since then. distinguishing characteristics: her accent, how bright and warm she is, her tattoos & piercings, how smart she is ( or so she’s been told by many, many people after speaking to them for all of five minutes ).

PERSONALITY

label: the adventurer. positive traits: adventurous, articulate, brilliant, charismatic, charming, compassionate, considerate, dedicated, earnest, empathetic, forgiving, genuine, hardworking, intuitive, loyal, passionate, sociable, sweet, warm. negative traits: ambitious, competitive, proud, sarcastic, stubborn. assertive, boisterous, excitable, haughty, obsessive, possessive, silly, superstitious. goals/desires: to make a positive impact on her community, to live a better life as an adult than she did as a child, to spend the rest of her life doing things she loves, to fall happily in love. fears: failure, proving to everyone where she grew up that she’s just as useless as they’d always claimed, disappointing her little brother, never seeing either of her brothers again, becoming anything like the worst parts of her parents. hobbies: spending time with her family, smoking ( both weed and tobacco cigarettes ), cooking, baking, gardening when she has the time to do it and the weather’s right for it, hiking, reading, doing research of almost any kind, spending time with her friends, going out– drinking, dancing, anything that lets her be social, watching nature documentaries, listening to podcasts, playing video games, learning new things, knitting, sex.   quirks: she talks with her hands extensively, she self-corrects out loud if she uses british slang for something rather than the american equivalent, she rarely raises her voice for any reason at all, she can rattle off her favorite animals and fun facts about them at any given moment with no preparation whatsoever, she almost always has some pop song or another stuck in her head and can be heard humming it until she remembers the words. likes: animals of all kinds, mystery novels, nature documentaries, david attenborough, expensive liquor, pot brownies, baked goods of almost every kind, horror movies, music, flowers, being around people, sex, flirting, star wars, most marvel movies, rpg based video games, podcasts, true crime documentaries, her little brother, being a chef, learning anything new, talking to people about things they’re passionate about, her adopted parents & family. dislikes: her older brother, her childhood, people who don’t respect her & the hard work that’s gone into getting her to where she is in life, dark chocolate, milk, toxic people, accidentally killing plants, being alone for long periods of time, boredom, people who pick fights just to pick fights, bigots.

FAMILY

father: simon james ‘sj’ garrick ( biological ). mark william eaton ( adopted ). mother: claire ophelia ashby ( biological ). rose katherine eaton née prescott ( adopted ). sibling(s): jack charles garrick ( older ) & thomas rupert eaton ( younger ). michael andrew eaton ( older, adopted ). pet(s): a bernese mountain dog named jason & an australian cattle dog named piper.  financial status: upper middle class.

BIOGRAPHY

( TW: teenage pregnancy, infidelity, drug use, overdose )

By all accounts— by every metric Percy could use to quantify the fact as an adult— Simon Garrick and Claire Ashby had never been ready to be parents. Was anyone ever really ready to be a parent? It was a question Percy had asked herself constantly as she’d gotten older but it had never been her place to judge– her parents hadn’t done her any favors but for at least some time they had tried to be present and helpful and Percy could never fault them for that. Blackpool– a seaside resort town on the English coast– had been home to Simon and Claire as long as they both could remember but they had remained strangers to one another until they met through a mutual friend when they were seventeen years old. The attraction had been immediate– a spark neither of them were prepared to deal with but allowed to catch and ignite the moment they met, an encounter that resulted in an unplanned pregnancy and a great deal of responsibility neither of them wanted staring them both in the face. Simon dropped out of sixth form promptly to begin working in earnest and provide for the family he certainly hadn’t expected to have but was willing to work to support nonetheless; Claire, after informing her parents, remained in school at her parents’ request though their relationship became strained from that moment on.

When Jack was born the couple was delighted— Simon took to being a father rather quickly and seemed to enjoy it while Claire was an absent mother at best in spite of Simon’s many attempts to help her feel more present in their son’s life. It was no secret to anyone at all that Claire was cheating on Simon with what was rumored to be every eligible man in Blackpool and though Simon was heartbroken by the rumors and the confidence he felt in their truthfulness– he never brought the issue up with Claire– choosing instead to look after their son and try to hold their family together as best he could. It was yet another accident that marked Claire’s second pregnancy when Jack was five and though Simon wasn’t even reasonably confident that the child was his he again prepared himself to be a father as best he possibly could. Percy was born on a cool October morning and from the moment she uttered her first cry her father was devoted to her and for the first time her mother dove headfirst into caring for both of her children with a zeal she’d never demonstrated prior.

Though they were on the poorer side they were happy for a great deal of Percy’s initial childhood and seemed to be primed to be that much happier when Claire found out she was pregnant with her third child when Percy was seven. It was yet more of the same in the Garrick-Ashby household until Tommy was around two and Claire eloped with a family friend and informed Simon plainly that she couldn’t handle being stuck in a dead end town with a dead end life and three children she hadn’t wanted in the first place. Simon was devastated but for the first year or two following Claire’s departure he managed to hold both himself and the family together rather well. Percy– already a brilliant girl intellectually and a spot of sunshine in the world as far as her father was concerned– began to help around the house to take some of the worry away from her father even going so far as to look after her baby brother whenever she wasn’t at school. Jack, who was sixteen, more or less stopped coming home and though Percy was aware he was essentially living with a friend’s across town she considered his absence in her life nothing short of abandonment and even as an adult holds a deep resentment towards him for that fact.

Things for the Garrick family began to unravel slowly— Simon began to spend what money he earned from work on cocaine and other drugs– he was still present and still loving but Percy found herself more and more becoming a parent to Tommy rather than a sister. When she was twelve Simon’s habits escalated to a rather expensive heroin addiction that Percy could hardly process, let alone deal with and though she tried her best to raise her brother and herself it was difficult for a child to raise another child. She was nearly thirteen when she came home from school with Tommy in tow to find their father had overdosed in their kitchen— an overdose that would, even after her frantic call to emergency services, eventually lead to his death. Without extended family to look after them and with Jack’s refusal to take on the responsibility of raising siblings he hardly knew both Percy and Tommy became wards of court.

Percy– already with a reputation for being a brilliant student– threw herself into her studies with that much more zeal as she and Tommy adjusted to life with their first foster family; her IQ was tested and she was placed into progressively more advanced courses until she was taking university classes part-time by the time she entered year eleven. Her foster parents supported her fully and there was frequent talk of adoption for both herself and Tommy— who was easily the most important person in her life bar none. She was very nearly eighteen by the time the adoption paperwork was processed and both she and Tommy were officially members of the Eaton family. Though she was reluctant to leave Tommy behind when she’d been his primary caregiver for so many years prior to being placed with their adoptive family it was the encouragement of her adoptive parents Mark and Rose that finally reassured Percy to the point of feeling comfortable applying to universities about as far away from Blackpool as she could get without leaving the country. Higher education was a world of splendor for Percy who had always been so fiercely curious and sharply intelligent– she finished her undergraduate degree six months earlier than most of his graduating class before moving on to study further.

Animals and zoology had been passions of hers from the moment she visited a zoo for the first time on an outing with her parents when she was still very young. She was fascinated by animals of all sorts and wanted to know everything about how to care for them and preserve the environments they called home. It seemed the logical choice for her to follow her chosen course of study as far as she could-- and when she was twenty-six she walked away from Cambridge with a degree in zoology to her name and several research positions made available to her over the whole of continental Europe and beyond if she chose to take them. Traveling across Europe to do the thing she loved more than anything in the world was a gift Percy had never had any inkling of taking advantage of and she eventually began to give guest lectures at universities in major cities near her work sites as well as develop a passion for photography she found delightful to explore when she was researching in far away countries she’d never imagined even seeing as a child. When her research positions drew closer to their deadlines and the projects she’d been working on were finalized she began to search for another place to call home-- eventually settling on Turtle Bay due largely in part to the fact that Tommy had found his way to the area for college and Percy couldn’t think of anything more delightful than doing work she loved with her little brother at her side-- even if the work is a bit more sporadic than she’d like-- she’s always been able to look on the bright side of things and she doesn’t see that changing.

[sikhyes]

kiss me (like no one’s watching) | 2

[ AO3 LINK ] a/n: this is the second part of my taejin au mini-series, lonely hearts club ! pairing: taehyung x seokjin genre: sugar daddy!sj + sugar baby!th word count: 1,218 summary: taehyung is always the first to know whenever seokjin has news. it makes sense that he's the first to know of seokjin's impending divorce, even if seokjin doesn't tell him directly. warnings: divorce (not between taehyung and seokjin)

there is a line drawn thickly between seokjin and taehyung, no matter how little space is left between them sometimes. the physical touches never hovered past the line of platonic but they were young once, foolish and easily tempted. although they haven’t gone so far as sleep together, they’ve gotten past hurried kisses behind closed doors.

but time always brings forth changes and opportunities, paving pathways for both men to separate and live life their own way; seokjin with the company and taehyung with his multitudes of clients. they, however, did not let it drive a wall between them. they kept contact, always seeking one out without fear of rejection.

it made sense that taehyung was the first to know about seokjin’s engagement to a woman. the first to know that their first argument had been between what flowers to use for decoration for the wedding. the first to know that seokjin had been kicked out of the honeymoon suite on the second night. and the first to know of their plans of divorce two years after exchanging their vows.

knowing of their divorce came slowly. seokjin didn’t announce it bluntly, lacking preamble. no, he showed up to taehyung’s apartment without the ring on his finger.

“are you ready?” seokjin asks when he lets himself in, apartment security code already memorized even though taehyung had just moved in. the living room is empty but taehyung answers back from the bedroom down the short hallway.

“almost! just give me a few minutes!”

seokjin takes the time to take in the state of the apartment. the couches and television had been placed already but the coffee table still had its plastic packaging wrapped around it. opened boxes are discarded near the door and unopened boxes, neatly labeled in taehyung’s handwriting, are stacked by the couches. there’s a mirror leaning against the wall closest to seokjin and he takes the time to go over his appearance.

today’s hangout is a baseball game. having been a fan since he was a child, seokjin had begged and begged for taehyung to relent. the younger man only agreed since it was seokjin’s turn to choose. so seokjin had ditched the expensive suits and is sporting jeans and a raglan shirt, complete with a baseball cap to pull low over his eyes. the watch gifted from his father never leaves his wrist but the ring on his left hand isn’t present. subtle.

“ready,” taehyung announces as he enters the living room. he’s wearing black tight leggings (and upon closer inspection, seokjin realizes they’re more athleisure) and a white cropped sweater, revealing a thin strip of honeyed skin whenever he stretches. despite the casualty of his outfit, taehyung must’ve decided to compensate by wearing all the earrings and jewelry he owns to match the white eyeliner makeup look.

seokjin’s heart thrums a little faster.

“you look good,” he murmurs and the praise brings out a smile from taehyung. “now let’s go, i want to get some hot dogs before the game starts.”

/

the company seokjin inherited had been thriving immensely, bringing in profits that’s rocketed his name up to one of the most youngest and successful ceos of their age. but taehyung has been living the lavish life for years now, spoiled rotten by all of his clients. being taken to a baseball game in a mediocre seat is anything but luxurious but his heart is light and his cheeks are sore from all the smiling. perhaps he welcomes the change of scenery. or perhaps it’s just seokjin.

“i don’t even know what’s going on,” taehyung huffs as he snacks on the nachos that seokjin had paid for.

seokjin breaks his concentrated gaze from the field to turn his attention towards taehyung. “fourth inning and the team we’re going for is winning,” he answers simply. “i’ll take you out for ice cream after to make up for this,” he adds on with a little grin.

taehyung returns it with a smile of his own. “i’ll be holding you to that.” and conversation ceases there for a moment as the next player goes up to bat. hand signals are exchanged but taehyung doesn’t understand so he lets his attention wander to the man next to him. seokjin’s hands are restless, as they always are when he’s nervous, but one steals taehyung’s gaze.

he knows his staring is obvious, knowing that seokjin is looking at him, looking at his left hand. but how can taehyung not stare? seokjin isn’t wearing his wedding ring and he’s acting more relaxed than he’s ever been before. as if there's a weight that's been taken away.

however, now is not the time to interrogate seokjin about his marital status so taehyung keeps his mouth shut and turns his head back to the field. unbeknownst to him, seokjin had been watching him with bated breath, relieved that taehyung didn’t comment on it. the conversation will arise eventually but seokjin’s hoping for later than sooner.

the tension that’s been starting to build between them dissipates immediately when an upbeat musical melody plays throughout the field. the screens near the scoreboard fades away to transition to the ‘kiss cam’. the first two were a younger couple, sharing a chaste kiss with a small smile. the next were an older couple, well into retirement but very much in love when the man places a soft kiss against her wrinkled cheek.

but the next couple is seokjin, still disguised in that baseball cap and sunglasses, with taehyung sitting next to him looking absolutely perfect, even in that shitty 144p quality. the two turn to face each other, red tinting their cheeks.

“can i?” seokjin asks in a single breath, too low for anyone around to hear and too quick for the cameras to pick up. taehyung steals a final glance at seokjin’s finger, still lacking that gold band, before giving a short nod. seokjin closes the distance between them, their first kiss shared since they were kids, and taehyung finds himself melting against the older man.

he’s had kisses before, heated and hurried ones with men that have too much money to spend. he’s had soft, platonic kisses pressed against his cheeks from jimin when he’s had too much to drink.

but he hasn’t had a kiss where he’s being drowned with affection, an emotion so saturated with want and adoration that it had taehyung craving for more. when the pressure on his lips began to lighten, taehyung surges forward to capture seokjin’s lips again with a hand resting against the older man’s jaw.

claps and whistles erupt around them but taehyung could barely hear them, the crowd laughing with mirth at the happy couple. all he knows is that seokjin is kissing him like a man starved for air, almost indecent in such public settings.

taehyung breaks the kiss with a smile, the happy aura around them contagious as he laughs along with the crowd. when he pulls back, seokjin’s eyes are still closed. “there’s kids present,” he reminds seokjin teasingly before he dips in to steal a chaste kiss. and when they turn to face the field again, taehyung takes seokjin’s hand and runs his thumb across the bare skin across his left ring finger before bringing it up to give that a kiss, too.