#also man I am sniffling soooo bad again what is this

[dreamieparadise]

Me playing with my khr ocs like dolls: "hmmm! More trauma for Mukhtar!!!" *squeezes his head*

Me: "Also, be more overt and devastating with Momina's trauma!!!" *spins her by her hair*

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Ari :(( thinking about suguru again I fear,, when am I not,, thats not the point,, but thinking about you getting an injury maybe breaking an arm or something and he’s so worried. Doesn’t want his baby hurt :(( frets and freaks out like not really freaks out cause I think he’d be calm but he cares. Wants to know how it happened and if you’re in pain. If someone else caused it he’s out to kill. You ask him to sign your cast and he almost sobs. Doesn’t let you lift a finger. He never lets you lift a finger but even more so now. Helps you shower or take a bath and is just so careful. Loves to wash your hair for you. Puts in effort too to learn how you do your hair. Helps you get dressed even if you’re like I can do that >:(( cause he doesn’t want you to overwork yourself. Helps you carry things. If you came to him crying when it happened his poor heart would shatter. Getting a cast to match his eyes :((. He wouldn’t like that you’re hurt but I think he’d like taking care of you more. Like he understands you wanting to do things for yourself and thats why he never pushed before but now he has a reason to push. Complaining about how you look with the cast thinking it makes you look ugly or something and he’s instantly like. Take that back. Take it back. Cause you’re cute always don’t you see? He just wants to nurse you back to health. He loves you so much.

:((((((( REMMMMMM R U GENUINELY OUT TO GET ME WTF ……… this made me so sniffly i love him so bad 💔💔 (this got long also oops)…

no bc rem as literally always we’re holding hands and our brains are syncing …. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve daydreamed abt this exact scenario LIKE IT’S SOOOO PERFECT FOR HIM and you literally described it so well i wanna cry …. there’s fluff potential and there’s angst potential but more than anything it’s just a whole bunch of hurt/comfort and you alr know what that trope does to me 😔😔

but gosh….. he would just be. so so worried and doting :(((((( and he would feel so guilty :(((((((( like no matter how you got the injury i feel like he would blame himself for it. for not being there or not watching over you enough. even if you tell him that it wasn’t his fault…… and then he overcompensates by coddling you even more than usual…… T—T ”doesn’t want his baby hurt” hhhhhh sugu viewing his s/o as his baby specifically makes me lose it like he’s sooo serious abt being your caretaker….. it’s his job to protect you and he failed……. :((( poor baby would beat himself up over it so much 💔💔

frets and freaks out like not really freaks out cause I think he’d be calm but he cares. Wants to know how it happened and if you’re in pain. If someone else caused it he’s out to kill. You ask him to sign your cast and he almost sobs. (…) If you came to him crying when it happened his poor heart would shatter.

☹️☹️☹️☹️ OUR BABYYYYY no bc i think he would absolutely panic but he’d do it silently…. you’re so right rem………. you’re sniffling and trying to explain what happened and he’s trying not to push you but he’s just so so worried and he needs to know what’s going on to feel okay again :((( needs to know what happened so he can figure out how to proceed. bc his chest just feels so tight and he knows it’s not going away until you’re smiling again.. sob.

AND OH BOYYYY if someone else caused it……………. yeahhh he’s out for Blood i fear. even if it was an accident i think he would hold everyone except for you accountable. your friend convinced you to pull a risky stunt? he subtly tries to steer you away from their company (if you stay friends he’s civil but prefers not to interact with them at all/only smiles at them coldly if he has to). you fell while rock climbing bc the safety gear wasn’t tight enough? he’s calling everyone involved just to make sure you get compensated. goes full karen mode honestly like he is speaking to the manager today. the ceo. the Man in Charge. and god forbid if someone like.. directly hurt you…… idk if suguru is the type to beat them up for it (he’s 100% tempted though) but at the very least he’s making sure they never get close to you again. files a restraining order and everything. obviously sues them too. i feel like he would work with law in a no curses au so it just makes sense to me yk??

WAIT ALSO asking him to sign your cast :(((( that’s so CUTE and him almost sobbing….. rem……. i love him so much my heart hurts. you ask him to do it all smiley and happy and he gives you a smile in return but it’s just a little wobbly. writes his signature while you’re all :33 but then you look up and his eyes are glassy…. and if you point it out he just sniffles and apologizes…… 🥺🥺🥺 he’s a baby. our baby.

Doesn’t let you lift a finger. He never lets you lift a finger but even more so now. Helps you shower or take a bath and is just so careful. Loves to wash your hair for you. Puts in effort too to learn how you do your hair. Helps you get dressed even if you’re like I can do that >:(( cause he doesn’t want you to overwork yourself.

T—T remmmm….. you’re gonna be the death of me i swear like these hcs are all SO cute. he’s the only Man ever. ohhh he would be so so gentle like it’s actually insane :(((( cradles you in the bath….. smiles when you get all relaxed and sleepy but then he glances down at your arm again and goes all :c bc he just hates this so much. not taking care of you but just. knowing that you’re in pain….. i think he feels very intense physical discomfort so he just tries not to think about it and puts his all into tending to you instead. wraps you up in a fluffy towel and dries your hair and clothes you in his big cozy hoodie.

i think it could get a little frustrating bc he really would straight up baby you. which i would eat up personally but it’d also be a little overwhelming. he doesn’t give you much of a choice though bc he’s so intent on making his baby feel better :((

aaaa now i’m just imagining you getting a little hissy at him…. bc he’s coddling you to the point where maybe you feel a little disrespected? like he just insists on feeding you or whatever and it’s cute at first but then it’s like…. i have hands. but anyway i think it would break his heart if you got mad at him :((( he doesn’t want to make you feel incompetent but if he’s not taking care of you constantly he feels a little like his heart is about to burst….. sigh. i just feel like this would be hurt/comfort from both sides tbh 💔

He wouldn’t like that you’re hurt but I think he’d like taking care of you more. Like he understands you wanting to do things for yourself and thats why he never pushed before but now he has a reason to push.

AAAA AND THIS!!!!!! SOOOO TRUE SO REAL he’d definitely feel guilty and he’d hate seeing you hurt but i agree….. he would absolutely love a chance to pamper you. once he gets over the initial shock and panic and discomfort and you’re feeling better i think he’s almost kinda smug abt it . bc now he has an excuse to carry you around and help you with putting on your shoes and … idk i think he would just feel so useful and needed. he feels guilty abt being pleased bc you’re in pain :(( but like… a part of him is for sure jumping with joy at the chance to spoil you the way he wants to.

Complaining about how you look with the cast thinking it makes you look ugly or something and he’s instantly like. Take that back. Take it back. Cause you’re cute always don’t you see? He just wants to nurse you back to health. He loves you so much.

😥😥😥😥😥😥 i cried real tears. i know i’m just picking out literally every single part of your ask atp but it rlly did make me insane ok ……. ”take that back. take it back.” I SCREAMEDDD YOU GET HIM LIKE NO ONE ELSE DID YOU KNOW THAT…… he’s SO genuinely offended on your behalf he’s like how DARE you say that about my baby >:(( and it’s like. suguru i AM your baby. but he doesn’t care at all he refuses to hear you out. just reassuring all around!!! ”cause you’re cute always don’t you see?” T—T he loves you so fervently… you’re the cutest person in the world to him….. he’s so Good. sigh.

so anyways this did something to me tysm for the food rem my dearest <333 gonna daydream abt this forever and ever you’re so sweet for sharing this with me it’s like we’re having a sugu meal together :33 i love hurt/comfort w him more than anything else on the planet hhhhh….

[4dtk]

CAN YOU PLS MAKE AN NCT127 ANGST WHERE THEY SAY SOMETHING AND IT MAKES YOU CRY/STORM OUT AND THEY REGRET IT AND A VERY FLUFFY ENDING 😩

long, enjoy!!! also i did it in point form, bc i am Tired. hope you dont mind <3 ALSO it might be not be directly outright x member saying x thing soooo...

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→ TAEIL would probably laugh at a comment said by another member, either under his breath or out loud and your eyebrows crease when you look at him, eyes welling up with tears.

it was supposed to be like a nice tenth floor dinner, just the small lot of them since the other members didn’t want to join

apart from mark, bc of dream schedules, he would return later

it was yours and taeil’s turn to cook so you got the things ready and stuff and the members were excited to taste your cooking because taeil has always boasted about it to them

you figured it was a bad day for you, so there was just… something off with your cooking. even you couldn’t pinpoint what was the matter but the food just felt off

you warned them before hand but you could tell it was a little bad by the look on their face

but they were nice enough, and while they didn’t say it they kinda implied it. you cringed a little at how they worded bc it felt like a backhanded compliment, but you were too shy to talk back

you didn’t feel like it was ur place to

stuff like “i heard from taeil-hyung that your cooking is really good! maybe next time — don’t worry, (y/n)!” “maybe (y/n) is just having a bad day, everyone has those.”

you’re like :// but you’re still his partner, you know? these people have been with him for longer sooo

the dishes were done, being washed up and being kept and soon the members retired to their rooms

you stayed outside with your boyfriend though, just talking about the meal and how you weren’t too happy with the outcome and taeil comforted you, saying how it was fine.

mark came back and unfortunately didn’t know you cooked it, so when he was eating while you two were hanging out on the sofa, taeil could hear mark mumble something about the taste

“dang, who made this? kinda tastes funky. and weird too.” and taeil has to stifle a laugh bc the delivery was good but the comment was not it

poor mark is so confused too bc like why could he hear your sniffles and taeil’s calls out for you

this was kind of why you didn’t want to tell taeil, because you knew that he would have some trouble stopping the jokes or comments.

you don’t blame it, but sometimes you wished he would be more assertive sometimes.

there’s only a sad sigh that you let out before you escape into the safety of his room, slamming the door and taeil hesitates just a bit, going to the table to confront mark

mark’s widened eyes only make taeil feel more at fault, bc he not only failed to tell mark (which happened all so fast bc the man was so hungry after dream schedules), but also didn’t say anything (and almost laughed too)

mark also feels guilty but taeil doesn’t give another look before he stalks over to his room where you’ve locked the door, but you always have this habit of sitting against the door and taeil has the perfect method to apologise to you

he has this funny way of videoing himself and telling a lame joke that he found off the internet and even though you can hear it you patiently wait for the phone to slide under the crack of the door.

the lame joke didn’t do the trick this time, so you were still crying after he told it, but seeing the video of him telling the joke was so sad, like it wasn’t even delivered properly because he was pouting so bad and he said sorry like ten times after.

you pretended not to hear it when he was videoing but watching it back over again, you couldn’t help but laugh just a little.

“can you come back in...?” you video back and pass it back and taeil watches it and feels even sadder bc your voice is cracking :(

he wastes no time to get into the room soon tho and he tackles you to the floor to pepper your face with kisses

→ JOHNNY likes to joke around a lot, but sometimes he takes it too far and carries the joke for too long.

finally having a night to yourselves, you get settled in front of the TV to watch a movie that johnny picked out, and surprise, surprise, he chooses a horror, paranormal leaning kinda movie

now, you’re okay with those kinda movies (so sorry to the ones that aren’t bc damn i’m not good at them either), but this one just… rubbed you the wrong way

it was gory and less horror and the whole plot was so messed up but johnny made fun of you like he wasn’t screaming his ass off either and the whole buildup of the plot along with his teasing made you feel small

“oh my gosshhh, babe, are you really scared of the plot? it’s just fictional, don’t worry! big johnny here will be here to protect you!”

and soon you notice his relentless teasing wouldn’t stop and you just sit there, credits rolling and frown in your face and tears rolling down your cheeks bc the movie was genuinely scary, it was natural to feel scared and weirded out.

johnny turns to you to deliver another joke but only comes face to face with your hurt expression, tears streaming down your face and all and he takes a deep breath that is shaky and unsure and when he reaches out for you, you only recoil and it hurts johnny so much

but he knows you’re hurting more, with the things he said and whatnot that he just lets you cry it out, swallowing on the other side of the couch.

johnny takes the time to reflect, but not before putting on a video of your favourite creator or song or whatever you like to watch ya know (youtube recs come thru) and he goes into the room and you think he’s going to leave you alone, which is what you don’t want bc you’re scared as hell, but thankfully he comes back with some blankets and leftover snacks from his room and drapes it over you.

he wordlessly goes to make a hot drink and you just watch from the living room as he prepares something, a deep frown on his face when the water won’t boil fast enough or the hot cocoa drops from the packaging. he gets it done though

it’s his way of saying sorry, and soon johnny comes back to the living room, hands put together to beg you and his face plunged into the cushion you have on your lap.

he stays there silently, a small “sorry” making it’s way through when you don’t say anything after a harrowing 10 seconds, which felt like an hour to him

he’s pouting the whole night, even when you pick out a nicer, relaxing movie to watch and you say nothing as you brush your fingers through his hair as a way to tell him you accept him

he accompanies you everywhere now bc he’s afraid you’re scared, which you won’t admit but you are and you appreciate it especially when you’re going into dark places

→ TAEYONG would use other circumstances to blame things on you and say something mean in the midst of a disagreement

taeyong is level-headed in a lot of things, that’s what allowed him to be the leader of both nct and 127 while also taking care of himself. it’s a tiring job, so he finds solace in you when he’s not on schedule

he also doesn’t want to burden you, but sometimes you urge him to tell you the inside conflict of the boys (if it’s not too confidential ofc) just so you can help him if he needs any help.

there’s no pressure to tell you, you just like to help and taeyong does tell you sometimes, your views add on to yong’s and help him make a better decision than if he were to handle it by himself

one day he brings up an important matter that felt urgent and bad enough that he had to call, until the point that you had a good amount of missed calls. you were at work sooo you couldn’t answer it

and so when he’s explaining it to you, also keep in mind this is just a hypothetical situation lol

“what do you mean x member got their girlfriend pregnant?” and taeyong is like rambling off into your ear and you try your best to listen for the details. you’re worried bc it was a younger member too, probably trying to have some fun in the midst of schedules. you don’t blame them but protection would’ve been good

in short, you didn’t like the way taeyong handled it, “what do you mean you told it to the management?” “should i have not done that?”

“no! what the hell... yong! didn’t you say they might want to keep the baby?” “yeah but... telling management should come first. we don’t know anything about childcare, (y/n).”

telling SM vs not. it’s a mixed reaction between the group, but they just want the baby, the girlfriend and the member to be safe, preferably not in the eyes of the public

“there’s your mom! there’s over twenty of you, yong, that’s a lot of mothers to get advice from! even me, i’ll try my best to help. management would probably just blow this whole thing over and it’ll make fans go rabid! you-”

“i already did it!” oh man, it’s going to be hard. and you can already tell a lot of stress is put on taeyong to handle this. “you answered too late anyways.”

“so now i’m in the wrong?” he pins the blame on you for not answering fast enough. “you were wrong at the start and you’re in the wrong, now. SM said to tell them about these kind of situations!”

“oh my god, yeah but? this involves a baby!”

“you wouldn’t understand, no. i’ve been doing this shit for almost six years now, i think i rather listen to my own members than you.”

oohhh... that hurt. you hung up right away and promised yourself to keep in touch with another member to know about the situation.

what part of it did you not understand? you’ve been with him for years, what did you not get? yeah maybe you weren’t an idol but you know that yong would know about how quick SM would be to deflect any rumours and in turn bring the whole situation to light

you didn’t get how he could say something so shitty too, but, hey who are you to say right? after all you ‘wouldn’t understand’

you can’t help but feel sad for the member too and esp the girlfriend, how scared they might be in this.

well before you can dial kun or johnny or yuta you get a call from taeyong and something in you tells you to ignore it but you press the green button

he apologises profusely, different from how he usually does with a calm voice but bc this is you, his lover and partner and he had no right to talk to you like that

the argument doesn’t make you cry, but more of the making up period because you frown when he’s saying sorry but what makes you start to cry is how worried he is for the member

you aren’t in any place to judge yong’s stance on the matter either bc in the end all he wants to do is to keep the member safe, even if the method to do it was a little different

“i’m sorry, love. i’m so sorry. that was low of me.” and you apologise too, just two crying adults over the judgemental nature of korean netizens and you’re just genuinely scared bc this could ruin the member’s career.

you’re glad to hear the other members are consoling the member however so you relax a bit, just sniffling a little from the cry sesh

“we’ll get through this, right? both x member and me. you’ll help me right?”

“of course, yong, i’d do anything.”

→ YUTA is pretty naturally blunt and doesn’t realise he hurts you until he looks back up from whatever he’s preoccupied with.

yuta always loved bringing you out to shop, whether it’s to designer stores or the smaller ones in malls, you like to dress up for him to get his opinion on outfits

the yuta today was just a little annoyed, though and you didn’t blame him

there were some fans earlier than made him a little pissed bc they didn’t understand the concept of personal space. he was genuinely excited to bring you out today

in his get-up of a cap and sunglasses he silently curses when he gets caught and you can only offer a smile as the fans took photos and brought out their books for his autograph

later the item that he came out to get was also out of stock, so it added to the frustration, you think

at this point yuta just kinda wanted to go home, but he didn't want to burst your bubble so he brought you to one of those shops

you do the normal things like picking out clothes, trying them on, finding different combinations for whatever you could match and each time you come out to show yuta your outfits, he would just nod and look back down to his phone

you weren’t sure what he was preoccupied with, but you assumed it had something to do with work

here you are trying to make the most out of one date that you were able to get with him and he's throwing sort of a tantrum although silently

and so when you show him the outfit (“babe, look!”) that you’ve been planning in your head that you managed to pick out from the many choices of the shop, he only manages a “yeah it’s fine. could be better though.”

you weren’t angry per se, more of annoyed bc wasn’t he supposed to be enjoying the date with you? you know there were some unfortunate circumstances earlier but would it be too much to at least want that he return the same energy?

you’re confused and frustrated and you don’t say anything when you’re out of the changing room, returning all the clothes you’ve picked up and giving him the silent treatment

he’s confused too, now, but doesn’t think much of it when you don’t reject his hand

it’s not the best way to show your dissatisfaction but it’s only after a few good metres of a walk (into a more quiet street thankfully) that he wants to ask why you’re so silent, why you returned the clothes

and yuta wants to talk again but stops when he can hear sniffles in front of him, since you refused to turn around

and only then does he realise you’re crying and he racks his brain for whatever might’ve happened. was it the fans? was it him?

yes yuta it’s you

anyway you manage to voice out softly, about the bored look that yuta had no problem showing when you were excited about the date and yuta realises he doesn’t even know what you picked out at all

he can barely remember but it resembled an outfit you showed him the other day and he was like “shit.” “they wanted opinions and i just said that it could be better.”

and he remembers the non-stop texting from the newly employed manager who will not get off on his ass about the paparazzi and stuff, where you could get into an ugly situation fast.

yuta was pissed that he thought he would let anyone or anything hurt you and was just replying rapidly during the changing room debacle. it was bad timing

yuta explains it with a guilty look on his face, bringing you into a hug as he let you cry into his shirt. it’s not so much of a mean thing he said, just lack of communication and he feels so mean bc you were probably looking forward to this date like crazy too

cupping your cheeks, he offers a smile of consolation, wiping your tears away before pecking your lips.

“i’m so sorry, princess. let’s go home and make it up to you, yeah?”

→ DOYOUNG wouldn’t say anything to hurt you, but when he believes he’s right, that can get ugly.

it was just like a simple discussion about this particular subject while you love your boyfriend very much it was very obvious that he was wrong, at least in your book. it’s not so much of differentiating views bc i believe doyoung has to emotional maturity to see through your differences and compromise at least

this? this was hard cold facts and i’m sorry doyoung you are not the father unfortunately wrong, you stay girlbossing tho

you find yourself to be quite knowledgeable in it as well, but you assume doyoung doesn’t know and tries to mansplain (he’s literally the last person i hc to do this but this man is strong-willed when he knows he’s right. i guess he just misjudged it this time.)

tends to get sarcastic when you don’t get the things he’s saying and he kinda mocks you with his voice tone and everything

“doyoung, it literally says here!”

“no, no, i read this somewhere when i was young, it was from a book too, are you telling me i’m wrong?”

“yes, that’s exactly what i’m doing, why the hell are you so worked up about it?”

“why the hell are you so worked up about it?” he mocks, “i know i’m right.”

you roll your eyes and just like whatever right? just a small disagreement and you would have to probably see his side of the story if he’s insistent that he’s right. you’re ready to give him the benefit of the doubt, but then he decides to continue the argument with a snarky remark.

“well since you’re so smart, you would know _____, right?” can’t think of anything right now but he would bring up something that happened in the past just as an argument against you.

keep in mind doyoung is speaking from pure exasperation and anger rn so his rational mind is like dead

you sigh, just tired of this while thing bc it’s been going on for quite a while. i’m not sure if that’s enough to make you cry but it might as well make you cry later on in the privacy of your room because you didn’t think doyoung would be so childish over this

so when he sees that you’re not coming out even after hours he gets worried, his caretaker side takes over. did you have something to eat before you came over, or did you have clean clothes? he didn’t want you to sleep in your old clothes

many things are running through his mind and he tries to get into your door. locked.

you’re not one to stay silent (bc you have been for the past hours) so you quietly unlock the door and doyoung notices how pale you look and how sticky your face feels

he works out that you’ve been crying and his heart immediately breaks bc he knows he did that over a dispute that even if he was in the right, he had no right to talk and mock and challenge you and instead talk it out like adults

he immediately brings you into an embrace and you let him do it without fighting back bc you’re tired from all the crying. and now that you think back it was such a stupid thing go cry over. you should’ve stood your ground and confronted him about the way he replied but the deed’s done already

you can feel his apologies in your hair, softer than ever and full of love for you and this is the doyoung you fell in love with. he explained that it might’ve been pent up stress or frustration and while thankfully and fortunately it wasn’t a large argument, he was still incredibly sorry

offered to wash your hair and body and everything. whether it’s sexual or not is up to you but he just wants to be close to you. washes you up as another apology

didn’t let you go even in the morning, holding you tight in his arms

→ JAEHYUN i feel would try his best to talk his feelings out with you, but there’s instances where it’ll build up and it’ll erupt into arguments. the argument is not the main thing, but rather the stuff he says under his breath after.

the argument gains the attention of the other members who try their best to calm the whole thing down, but fails bc you’re two fiery, passionate people against the other

it can turn ugly when ur passion is used to anger

“didn’t you know about these kind of things before you agreed to date me? why are you complaining about not having enough time?”

“i know. i know! of course i fucking know, but this was our second year anniversary, jae! i understand that you’re busy, but you can’t just fucking ditch on a dinner i told you months ago!”

jaehyun shakes his head and the rest of them thinks is for him to calm down, but then he mutters something under his breath and you unfortunately catch it

“well yeah, then maybe you should leave so i won’t have to sacrifice my already non-existent time.” the younger members jaw drops and and taeil and yuta just shake their head, and jae knows he’s fucked up

it was more of anger mixed with sadness, bc you were crying but your mouth is screaming something he can’t make out and you’re leaving the dorm by then

he’s glued to the floor and jungwoo widens his eyes and purses his lips like “u fucked up, dude…”, but the rest of them just eggs him on to get you at least before you leave the lobby

he manages to, but your face is already so messed up that you don’t want him to look at you

jaehyun is the type to get on his knees, tbh. as small as the argument is, he hates that he made you cry and he doesn’t even say anything, but the drop of his knees to concrete is like a bell in your ears

you look back at him curiously and panic, bc what if they’re other people and they see this, y’know? thankfully it’s late at night

you don’t notice it at first bc his head is facing the floor, but soon you realise he’s crying too and is wetting the floor below you

“i’m sorry. i- i shouldn’t have said that, even if you didn’t hear it. i’m so sorry, princess.”

he sounds so sincere, and what makes it worse is that you don’t argue often. when you do it’s really noisy and chaotic, so when you apologise, despite whoever side’s right, it’s sincere

this one is too, but he looks absolutely and particularly sorry during this one and you only crouch down in front of him.

you make him look at you, cupping his cheeks in your hands and you only give him a pained smile, knowing that it was going to be hard navigating your relationship again, prioritising time, remembering dates and things like that

you exchange a look, jaehyun doesn’t react bc he feels like shit. softly, you peck his forehead, saying that “we’ll get through this together”

later he sleeps only if he’s buried in your chest, still saying sorries along with pillow talk and he falls asleep that way too

→ JUNGWOO would probably tell a joke light-heartedly, assuming the atmosphere was playful. he expected you to laugh and smack him in retaliation, but it was anything but that.

the dining table was jovial in nature and the main star of the show was jungwoo, excitedly telling everyone about something he found before when he was on a date with you

that date… wasn’t the best and you remember it so well because you recall embarrassing yourself in front of a paparazzi/fan who came up to ask for a picture, and it was weird bc why was there only this one person who was holding a DSLR?

well you didn’t think much of it, but you assumed that they wanted a pic of you two, bc you were already public as a relationship and well… she actually wanted a pic with her and jungwoo

had to figure out a whole DSLR, and while you were ok with cameras, the pressure of everything made you anxious

jungwoo brought it up in dinner with the boys, adding it on as a story that he told them and thought that you would just brush it off, and the situation itself is downright embarrassing, but jungwoo repeating it not just for you but for everyone to hear? oh man

you’ve already lost the appetite to eat, and all that, just uneasy with how easily he told everyone about the moment, and you don’t realise you’re crying until you taste the salty tears on your cheeks.

taeyong is the first to notice, using his eyes to signal to jungwoo but it’s only when the table quietens does jungwoo realise his mistake.

he opens his mouth to speak but you just leave the table biting your lip, leaving everyone dumbfounded and a little guilty for laughing. jungwoo isn’t sure whether he should chase after you, but hearing the door slam, he feels intimidated

he scarfs down the food as fast as possible, already going around the table to gather the things you liked so you wouldn’t feel so hungry. he timidly knocks

he doesn’t expect you to answer though, but the rooms are away from the living room so the members won’t have to see him sitting down and waiting for a reply. he calls out that there’s dinner again but it’s hopeless, it’s quiet except for your sobs that aren’t covered up very well

jungwoo ends up putting his head on the door, bowl of food soon turning cold as the guilt settles in him. he wishes the floor would swallow him whole but he at least wants to apologise to you properly first

you come out later to find him asleep, food spilled all over the floor bc he was set on giving it to you. the boys didn’t want to clean it up either, bc then you wouldn’t have seen the stuff he collected for you

taeyong would give him a mouthful laterfor spilling it but he’ll hold back for now

you sniffle when the door is open and jungwoo is up in an instant and already apologising to you.

mumbling “sorry’s” and “that was shitty of me” and whatever, bc he truly didn’t think much of it until he saw you walk off in sadness. worst day of his life

you quietly help him to clean up the mess, and bring him to the dining area so you could eat with him. it’s like 1am, everyone is asleep, but you just exchange small smiles between every bite as a way of reconciling.

→ MARK would probably not directly outright say it, but it’ll be something of not defending someone if they happened to say something about you.

it was probably a reunion and stuff, with two of his old friends and you had gone to the bathroom to freshen up

and you could faintly hear a finally but you don’t think much of it, but you could hear them talking, however inaudible it was

it’s only until you come out of the bathroom and one of them only shoots you an uncomfortable look b4 going into the bathroom, possibly to avoid the situation at the actual table

and when you get to the table, his friend won’t stop talking, and you can tell mark is getting uncomfortable, too, but is making no move to do anything

how bad can it be, right?

“you’re a kpop idol now, mark! shouldn’t you be going for the higher statuses? the prettier ones? i mean your partner’s nice, just, you could do better, man.”

you wish you had done something, but you could only manage to cry, which is so embarrassing bc it would’ve been more #girlboss of you to strut out of there after you tell him off or something

the words just cut deep, and the fact that your own boyfriend wasn’t doing anything hurt you more. if the other friend had left the table to “use” the restroom, then this must’ve gone on for long, already

you try to contain your tears but they flow freely, walking right out of the fast food joint to hide somewhere. you see, mark doesn’t want to hurt their feelings, bc he’s just naturally a nice guy. all he can do is muster up a glare and scrams from the table to find you

it’s bad, he can’t find you and the weather is getting colder and it’s a whole two minutes before he finds you in some place away from the fast food joint muffling your sobs

his heart drops bc what if you had been taken somewhere? that incident might’ve led to a larger one, all because his lips were sewed shut during the exchange

“i’m sorry, hey. (y/n), (y/n),” he calls your name and strokes the side of your arms, omitting pet names bc you liked it when he called you by your name. “i’m so sorry i— they were just friends that i cherished before and- i guess not any more. i didn’t know how to tell him to stop…”

your tears glisten in the moonlight and you shiver just as a gust of wind makes its way over

it’s the perfect opportunity for mark to get close by wrapping an arm around you, and while he knows it’s not over, mark smiles just a bit when you curl into him

“i’m sorry. i’m so terribly sorry, i hope you know that. you- hum, you don’t accept my apology if you don’t wanna— i understand-“

poor boy is speaking in chunks bc he’s unsure of what to say, but you let him take care of you for the night, not rejecting the confession on his bed later

→ HAECHAN can be blunt when he wants to, always joking around, but sometimes he doesn’t realise the weight of his words, i guess.

he poked fun at ur mediocre play, plus it was in a game that you weren’t even that skilled in because your main goal was to let loose.

ur day didn’t go that well, esp from the water that leaked in your bag to the disappointed look your professor gave you

“sorry about my partner, they’re not the best at the controls. they play only with their thumbs because they likes those rhythm games.”

you know how smtg small can fuck u up, as minute as the situation is? yea

once you hear the familiar laughs of his friends, it causes tears to stain your cheeks

it’s not the dreamies dw but u thought at least their friends wouldn’t have laughed so obnoxiously

like haechan makes fun of you often and you can take it but it just felt like the world against you

i don’t blame you, those moments are the worst, when everything isn’t going right

he doesn’t notice you storm out, but when he turns back to ask if you’re ready, you’re gone, stormed out the room

he panics and ignores the friends calling out for him and he’s at least able to catch your hand before you can leave the dorms

it’s so awkward bc the other members are there watching the whole thing unfold but haechan doesn’t care, just focused on apologising to you.

he traps you in his arms head hidden in your nape as he looks down at the floor and you can’t get your sobs to calm down

“i’m so sorry. i’m sorry, i know how you had such a shitty day. i’m so sorry, baby.” and you know he means it, bc he sounds like he wants to cry too but you just stay debating whether to leave him

you don’t want to tho, but you also don’t want to be in front of everyone so you just sniffle and drag haechan back into his room and you’re hesitant bc you’re sure his friends are still on the call

sweet ass bf bc he notices your anxiety and goes right into end the call. he would confront them later, but now he just wants to pamper you

you sigh and hide your face into his shirt, last bits of tears coming out and staining his shirt and haechan wraps his arms around you, muttering apologies into your hair

you played more two player and fun games after :D

that night haechan wouldn’t let you sleep until he hears an affirmative ‘yes’ that you accepted his apology

the next day he confronts his friends and cuts them off lol, no one but him is allowed to poke fun at you (and if you cry again he’ll definitely apologise)

[sugrbugz]

𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ~ 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 ♥︎

a business man kuroo x femboy!male reader concept!

TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3

ok females calm down i know everyone’s horny for kuroo, which is why i’ll be posting a female version of this too! i’m just a male who is indeed horny for kuroo soooo….i see u men

CW: heavy degradation..like HEAVY, oral, anal, pet play, bdsm, a little bit of somno (literally just touches your ass while ur sleeping that’s it), face fucking, dycraphilia, lotsa swearing hehe, hate fucking essentially.

was it his fault? not entirely. kuroo had been at the end of his rope before he even walked in the front door. having to deal with corporate executives who thought they were actually useful all day was a chore in itself.

kuroo loved his job, loved his company, loved the money even, but most importantly he loved you. he loved everything about you. he loved how you’d come running down the large staircase when he came home, ready to receive a plethora of hugs and kisses from you. you were the only part of today he was looking forward to.

so when he came home to an empty house, not one with the sounds of your music or your feet rushing down the hall to greet him. he was honestly disappointed. “baby?” he called out loud enough, looking around the main floor a bit before going upstairs. now the sight before him made his heart squeeze, you curled up in the blankets of the bed with your head buried into his pillow? he wanted to cry.

that’s when he noticed it, your clothes. kuroo is as bisexual as it gets, he’s quite literally the poster child. however, in your mlm relationship it was very apparent the type of boys he was into, femboys. with a slight gulp he pulled the blanket back just a bit, careful not to wake you. the large pink night shirt that cling to your body with the literal pair of panties nearly made him pass out.

“even when you’re sleeping you aim to please me..” he mumbled running his fingers down your back before cupping your ass cheek with one hand. no movement from you yet. you two had talks about kinks before, it wasn’t uncharted territory and sure enough he remembered what he was doing right now was okay, you’d given him consent multiple times to do it but even then he still wanted fresh consent. maybe you fell asleep because you weren’t feeling good or were having a bad day and needed to sleep it off.

he lightly shook you, “hun..” he whispered leaning down to kiss your cheek softly. smiling when you whined softly. “you okay babe..? anything wrong?” he asked softly. you opened one eye, making him smile wide. “mhm…’m okay” you mumbled sitting up slightly, your shirt falling off your shoulder slightly. “that’s good..now…i have a favour to ask, kitten”

after the petname you knew what that favour was going to be. “anything for you.” you smiled softly, shifting your position so you were sitting on your knees in front of him. you knew what came next and so did he.

“sucha good boy” he praised softly, hands finding the collar around your throat. “you didn’t take it off since last night? that’s cute..maybe i’ll get you something similar that you can wear in public?” he hummed.

you knew better than to speak unless he was genuinely asking you a question but you still gave him a gently nod to show your interest.

“what a good pet…to be completely honest with you, i’ve had a terrible fucking day. you know how i get when i’m not having a good day don’t you angel?” he asked, a hint of cockiness to his tone.

“i’ll be back. by the time i am you know what i expect to see.” with that he kissed your forehead and left the room. you didn’t want to test him today, sometimes you’d be a brat but today was not that day.

you quickly stripped down, clothes folded neatly placed on the side table so they were accessible for aftercare. your hands found your lap, pressing your hands in between your legs to hide the inevitable boned that came with him using you like he wanted to. surely he wouldn’t know if you gave yourself a little attention right? it was just so hard to stop yourself..it would feel too good.

snaking one hand down you grab onto your own length, gently stroking it. you shiver a bit at the feeling, both your cold hand and the sexiness of know that if you’re caught kuroo would make your life a living hell for a couple of hours, was thrilling.

when you and kuroo started getting into bdsm he put rules in place, ones that you needed to follow in the bed and even in regular life. one of the big ones? always ask your master permission to play. it was almost like you could hear him saying it back in your head, the guilt was starting to set in but it was just too late. right as you went to stop your movements, the door opened again, leaving you and kuroo in a very long intense gaze.

“well..what do we have here love? is my good boy breaking the rules?” he simply walked over, tossing the lube among other things he brought to the side chair near the bed. “n-no i didn’t do anything!” you whined in protest.

kuroo slowly leaned down, hand gently cupping your face, “i don’t fucking believe you.” he whispered before bringing the hand on your cheek back a bit to give it a smack then quickly taking the stinging skin back in his hand. “one thing i hate more than a whore who doesn’t fucking listen is a liar.” he spits.

he could quite literally get off on the shocked expression on your face currently, “now let’s try this again. did you break a rule?” he asked, eyes literally begging you to try and lie again. “yes master..” you sighed in defeat, you knew the punishment would be bad.

“do you know what happens to naughty boys that don’t listen and lie? do you kitten?” he let go of your face now, walking over to some of the things he brought up to the room. “they get punished” you replied quickly, not wanting to give him any other reason to punish you harder. “they do…you’re so smart baby..” he came back over, shoving you flat down on your back before using a flogger over your pretty pink tip.

“if only you weren’t a needy dumb slut.” he laughed striking again. you were left there to just wiggle and take it, whines and gasps leaving your mouth like a gospel. “i just wanted to come home and have a good time with my pretty kitty..and of course your stupid cock had to ruin it.” he sighed, peering down at you slightly just to see if you were still okay but judging by your face you loved it.

“i can’t wait any fucking more. get on your hands and knees, and you better arch that fucking back” he grumbled leaning over to grab the lube. this is how you knew kuroo was stressed or upset. even if he was punishing you he always took his time giving you what you wanted but now it was straight to the point.

“god look at that beautiful ass..too bad it’s attached to a cumdump like you, it’s going to be fucking tortured today i promise you that much boy.” he hissed giving it a rough slap. you flinch forward from the sting, a loud whine leaving your mouth. that only makes him do it again, harder this time. so hard it’s already formed a raised little imprint of his hand.

with every smack you jolt forward causing your cock to rut against the blankets, there was just so many sensations at once that you couldn’t help it when you came untouched, load seeping out onto the bed.

you’re fucked.

“did you just fucking cum?” he laughs loudly, one more extremely hard slap coming down, basking in the way you scream and whine about being sensitive. “you’re fucking pathetic. is that all you need? the bare fucking minimum?” he cussed at you. “you better fucking apologize” he grunts out.

“i-i’m so sorry! ‘m sorry master i-i didn’t mean too! it just feels soo good!” you practically sobbed, babbling like an idiot about how much you love him and that you’ll do better. he loved breaking you like this but he knew it was also emotionally taxing. “what do i always tell you baby?” his voice was a bit softer now, wiping a stray tear that did slip from your eye.

“t-this is just for fun..you don’t mean anything you say” you sniffled looking up at him with those cute little eyes of yours. “that’s right. good boy” he praised, “colour??” he asked immediately after. “green” you smile giving him a little thumbs up.

with your confirmation kuroo quickly grabbed you by the small amount of hair you had, pressing your face against the tent in his pants. “good..then it’s only fair i get to cum too yeah?” he smirked, stroking your hair gently.

“yes sir you do..i promise i’ll do good for you!” you ramble quickly, tiny hands working on his dress pants buttons. he watched you with hooded lids, just admiring how quickly you were trying to please him. “maybe your punishment will end if you’re good enough, but remember kitty it won’t be easy” he smirked knowing exactly what he was going to do.

you didn’t reply, just gave him a tiny nod. if you had to work for it then you would. you pull his cock out of his pants, kitten licking at the top a few times before licking a long strip from his balls all the way back up to the tip. to say you had a oral fixation, especially when it came to kuroos cock, was an understatement.

“that’s it…g-good boy-fuck” he praised, hands roughly gripping at your hair. holding you in place when you tried to take most of his length into your mouth, what didn’t fit your hands fumbled with. however kuroo was determined to make it fit.

kuroo roughly pulled your head down onto him, basking in the sound of you choking and gagging on his cock, “awh what’s the matter? bit off more than you can chew??” he smirked fucking your face with aggression, hips snapping up flush against your cheeks.

the tears that rolled down your cheeks made him unbelievably horny that he couldn’t stop himself, grunts and moans leaving him mouth while he used yours as a person fuck toy. you knew he was close when his perfect rhythm faltered a little and his grip on you was even tighter. to show him just how bad you wanted it, your hands found his balls, rolling and playing with them.

“goddd~you want this l-load so bad huh? hm? nggh! fuckk! you want it? yeah? fucking taking it stupid slut.” he sounded so unbelievably hot you can’t even help the bit of precum now leaking from your sensitive tip. soon after his statements you felt a warm sensation flooding down your throat, almost choking and coughing slightly since there was so much.

kuroo was still letting out loud moans of exctasy, ending with a soft hum he pulled his cock out of your mouth. the second you were freed you let out a gasp for air and a little bit of a cough but kuroo didn’t care. he grabbed your chin, opening your mouth with his other hand to make sure not even a drop of his cum went to waste. “good kitty..you took my cock so well…maybe you do need a reward?” he hummed, laughing deeply when you nodded quickly.

“face down ass up pretty boy.” he stated, having no problem jerking his still sensitive cock back up into a full erection. you did exactly as he asked before feeling a cold piece of metal against your back, you knew it well. the lead that attached to your collar. after it was clicked into place there were a few kisses up your back before you heard his raspy breath in your ear, “if you cum again without my permission this ass is going to be so fucking bruised and sore you won’t be sitting for months.” he whispered softly before biting the tip of your ear.

your breath caught in your throat but you nodded quickly, “yes sir..i’ll be so good i just really need to feel you..” you whine out, having to force your hips not to rut against the bed. “it’s cute when you’re so unbelievably pathetic for me” he smirked before gently rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole. “you’re clenching around nothing..so pretty..”

you choked out a tiny sob from just how needy you were, he always did this. he liked to break you down before even touching you, you loved it. “a stupid whore” he laughed loudly before giving you another harsh smack. with that he lubed his cock up, groaning a bit from how it felt.

with that he pushed inside, moaning when he bottomed out. he had this plan where he was going to make you cockwarm him for a bit just to tease you but the second he thought about all the stupid shit he had to deal with today? his hips snapped up and aggressively into you making you scream out but he wasn’t listening.

he was stuck in his own head, mentally cussing out everyone he worked with as he fucked all his anger out into his pretty kitty. “a-ah! da-mm! daaddyy!” you whine out nearly snapping him back to reality fully. “what? can’t handle it? is it too much for you?” he spat quickly, his pace not letting up. “everyone’s-nn-fuckin’ disappointing me today! i’m not taking it from you kitten.” he seethed, basking in the sound the bed made as it smacked off the wall.

“daddy! fuckk! ‘s soo goodd” he listened to the way you moaned out, his cock twitching so hard inside you that you could feel it. “yeah? you like it when i fuck your stupid boy pussy” he grinned knowing the way that made your heart skip a beat. “come on then, prove it. show me how much you love this fucking cock, stupid bitch” he smirked smacking your seriously irritated ass cheeks.

that sparked something inside of you, your hips throwing themselves back onto his cock. your moans so loud for him it sounded like screams. “p-please!” you managed to scream out between the loud babbling that left your mouth. “please what kitty?” he grunted, doing his best to focus on you and the squeezing your ass that was practically trying to milk him.

“plea-hhng! please c-cum daddy please!” you screamed, thank fuck he didn’t have neighbours. he smirked and shoved you down so your head was pressed again the mattress, holding your head there he let out a loud fucking moan before completely stilling. you could feel it shooting out in ropes, it felt so good that you came instantly and once again untouched.

“hmm that was cute~” he hummed almost immediately back to his normal self. “colour my love?” he asked gently rubbing your back, wondering if there was possibility to go again. “red” you murmur making him nod before slowly slipping out of you. “are you hurt? was it too much?” he pouted softly, gently rolling you onto your back to keep eye contact with you.

when you couldn’t reply he gently scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom, “it’s okay baby..kuroos got ya’”

[winterwolf0916]

Batboys reaction to guys hitting on you PT. 2

Note: this is in their POV and Damian is aged up here. Also this post format is inspired by @kindaangelic. *Sniffle*(wipes tears) What a QUEEN!!! Her posts never fail to get a laugh out of someone. So classy too~ Warning: Cursing & Slight mentions of NSFW

Dick:

We got a new teammate?

Yay

New friend!

Ooooh

He’s a ladies man too?

Well Damn! Everyone’s falling for him 

XD 

Nice work

Wait...

Why are his cheeks going red at the sight of Y/N?

Eh? Why bother I should probably get back to wor-HOLD up.

Did he just...

Enchanté Y/n and gave her the kiss on hand and wink???

AND have the AUDACITY To pick her up in his arms because of a spider crawling around??!!!

WE’RE AT A HERO FACILITY FILLED WITH BADASSES

Hohoho

Is that a challenge I smell?

This man getting closer to crossing the line isn’t he?

Why the hell would you ask Y/n to accompany you at the gym!!!???

Let me at him!

Wally! Let go of my arm!

Fine Fine

I’ll deal with this in the most mature adult way as possible...

“Heeyyy Babe”

Yes I said babe

SIR

I am not faking it! 

WE’RE ACTUALLY A COUPLE HERE

Jason:

Hehe 

Who is he?

And why is y/n squealing and hugging him?

Eh must be a friend.

And-oh, he’s giving a gift to Y/n?

I should buy one after patrol tonight

Why...

Why is he hugging Y/N again and longer?

he’s ...giving me a smirk...

hehe

the fuck?

THE FUCK?

...

My patience levels are dropping now

Imma just pull Y/n away now

Yeah go ahead and glare at me again 

I fucking dare you

That’s right...Cower away you coward 

Why are you still trying to talk to her?

You...want to hang out with Y/n someday?

Ok that does it

“Hey doll, do you want to go home now?”

“Huh? Why?”

“To y’know,” I’m going to whisper in your ear but he’s going to hear it loud and clear, “get all nasty on each other?”

Ah, Y/n’s getting flustered now

Heh, that the best reaction I’ve seen from that bastard

“J...Jas-”

“Or we can do it here, I’m sure your friend wouldn’t mind. Besides, your panties are in my favorite color today-”

Why did you cover my mouth Y/n? 

I was about to get into the best parts

No no don’t apologize to him, there’s no need

That’s right, leave you bastard

Heh

Wait no not you Y/n 

Come back

I wouldn’t call it an embarrassment more as protecting territory

Ow

Tim: 

Can he please stop talking

like please

She said he’s a smart guy huh?

Pfft as if

Did he just...Correct my mistake on this software...

AND advise me to switch the wires????

Like It’ll work...

It works...

Talking to Y/n not a problem.

Placing a hand on her shoulder as you both laugh...

Suspicious

But I’ll just keep typing.

Cuz I ain’t jealous...

I'm soooo not eavesdropping dropping you guys

Did he just say, “So I heard you’re flexible.”

Now that’s my cue to close my laptop

Lets see who’s smarter here...

...

Ok not bad

Did he just roast me about my dark eyes?

Excuse me-Shut up Damian! No one likes to hear you laugh!

Now let’s continue our battle

PFFT

You’re getting weaker bro

I’ve heard better insults by a 10 yr old

Wait wait

Let me drop a little salt right here before I burn your ass

“You know Y/n is pretty hot right? But do you know what makes her even sexier? Being able to see her without the suit.”

“Tim!”

Damian:

Give me a hell of a good reason of why I shouldn’t stab the delinquent.

I’m not angry he complimented y/n’s eyes

I’m angry because he complimented of how “Sexy” she looked in it

Oh and Y/n’s having fun? 

And he asked her to fucking dance?

Twitch...

Me?

Jealous????

Never!

Am I sure?

Oh please y/n don’t ask stupid questions

Of course not

Of course not...

....Of course not...

Why is his hand going lower on her back???

Did he just LOOK DOWN at her butt when he spun her around?

AJDIDLHDSJ 

AND DID A DIP!!!!

That’s my woman you’re messing with

No Duke

I will not count to ten...

1...2...5...

He pulled her to HIS chest! 

AND HE’S LEANING IN????????????

There is no reason to continue counting to 10 when I’m already to 200.

“Excuse me. MAY I CUT IN.”

No? 

nO?

NO

Is this peasant here questioning me???

Thank you Y/n! I would love to be your new dance partner

*cue batglare towards the bastard when Y/n isn’t looking*

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid 190

190

   Lance went at things like a bat out of hell. Keith standing back and letting his boyfriend do what he had to do... in the middle of the night, and so caught up in his pet project that Keith’s presence didn’t seem to register on Lance’s radar. Completely focused on his task, Keith stood “guard” over his boyfriend in the nursery doorway. The way his boyfriend worked told him he’d done it so many times that it came almost naturally now. Pride left a soft smile on his lips, while a damaged ego left a small pinch in the corners.

  Listening to Matt grumble, the fellow werewolf clambered up the stairs with two cups of coffee in his hands. Keith giving him a nod, not moving to take any coming conversation out of the nursery. Lance probably hadn’t even heard Matt and Rieva grumbling about the late night sudden impulse to renovate. Passing his mug to him, Matt indicated to Lance with a jerk of his head

“Is he okay?”

“He’s getting there. Being able to do the wall’s made him pretty happy”

Matt rolled his eyes. A sleepy Matt was a cranky Matt

“Did it have to be in the middle of the night?”

“Let him be. He’s been stressed about not having the nursery done”

“I’m just saying...”

Matt could kindly not say. Yeah. He and Rieva had work in the morning, but Matt didn’t have to make a scene about it. It irked Keith that he’d come up with a coffee as if trying to bribe him to his side

“Then think of it as revenge for all the times we’ve heard you having sex”

  Wrinkling his nose, Matt didn’t look please

“That’s playing dirty”

“He’s nearly done. When the panel goes in, I think all that’s left is waiting for the glue stuff to dry. I’ve got no idea. He’s so caught up in what he’s doing, I don’t think he’s noticed I’m here”

Lance had cut the hole for the replacement. Then inserted panels that backed onto the good gyprock, Keith guessing because only one side had the support of the wood behind it... but then again, it could just be an old man approach to fixing things... Or Lance liked it like that? He didn’t know... It was beyond him, then he’d gotten lost and gave up understanding in awe of watching Lance worked. The smile on Lance’s face hadn’t left from the moment he’d taken up his spirit level and carpet cutter

“He does seem pretty intense right now. I’m pretty sure that’s not how they fix things these days”

Keith shook his head. Lance had smeared something around the edges of the repair patch then sanded it down, making the most of the noise... other than the dropping of things on the floor

“Don’t look at me, I’ve got no clue”

“Should we ask?”

“Nope. Let him be. He’ll be done soon”

  Matt seemed to take that as an invitation to stand and watch with him. Lance jumping at the sight of them, clutching at his chest as his starter shaking his head

“Don’t do that to me! How long have you been there?!”

Keith shrugged, trying not to admit it was funny to see how shocked Lance was to see them

“I’ve been watching since you pulled out the carpet cutter. Matt got here as you were sanding”

“I’m putting cowbells on your necks. I might be dead, but you don’t have to sneak around scaring the last dregs of life out of me”

  Matt huffed

“It’s not my fault someone decided to remodel in the middle of the ni-...”

Stamping on Matt’s foot shut him up, Lance still looked shaken as he ran a hand through his hair

“Sorry. I didn’t think about that...”

“Matt’s just being a douche. It looks good. If it was painted, you’d never be able to tell what happened”

Instantly he was rewarded with a bright smile

“That’s the plan. I’m so glad it’s done. Now we can prime it and paint over in the morning, then get the furniture done”

Turning to Keith, Matt punched him in the arm, hard enough to make him growl at the fellow wolf

“What the fuck?!”

“That’s from Pidge. For not telling her you were in town. I just remembered”

That wasn’t his fault. She would have been as eager as Coran if the pair had been there together, and dealing with one mad scientist was bad enough

“She’s over here more than she’s at home”

“Still. I’m just passing along the message. Now you’re done, I’m going back to bed”

“Good. Go already”

  Matt poked his tongue out him, but still took his coffee cup away as he left the pair of them alone. Waddling over to him, Lance draped his arms over Keith’s shoulders

“Soooo... does it pass?”

Kissing Lance, he didn’t know why his boyfriend had to ask

“It’s perfect. A bit like you”

“Flirting will get you everywhere... but right now, I need a shower”

“Is that right? You know, flirting could get me everywhere in the shower?”

Lance wrinkled his face as he laughed. His lover should have looked dorky, but he was too cute for that

“Calm down, Casanova. I’m tired and I’m sore... my hips feel like my legs are going to fall off”

  Before Lance could blink, Keith had him up in his arms. Kind of startling the both of them. Bopping him on the nose, Lance sighed at him

“Give me some warning before you randomly come along and sweep me off my feet. I don’t need to suddenly go into labour from surprise”

“I think I’d like at least 14 days written warning ahead of time”

“And I think it doesn’t work like that”

Keith faked a laugh

“Drats. Oh well, I’ll just have to be there for the birth”

“I’ll neuter you myself if you even think about being anywhere other than in there holding my hand. As romantic as this is, the twins are squashing my bladder”

“Bathroom, got it. Then maybe a massage for my favourite boyfriend”

“Keith, babe, love of my life. You keep talking like that, and you’re going to get everywhere with me”

A naked Lance beneath his hands sounded like the perfect situation

“Mmm... I like the sound of that...”

“I knew you would. Now, let’s go. I might not have much pride left, but I’d rather not pee on you”

“Honestly, I don’t think I’d mind”

“Well I do. Let me have some semblance of pride, pretty please?”

Keith swallowed hard. His mind already hyper focused on what was coming after that shower, or more correctly, who

“Only because you asked me so nicely”

“Mmm. Perfect boyfriend is perfect”

Keith blushed at the praise, ego swelling rapidly. Lance was the perfect one. Those long caramel legs of his... shit... yeah, they definitely needed to make it to the bedroom sooner rather than later.

    *

Lance guarded the nursery as if it contained life and death secrets. Hunk and Pidge had picked up the chair of them, and though being Lance’s very best friends, neither of them were allowed to see the nursery when they dropped the chair off. Lance had woken up before him, already painting by the time Keith had stumbled down to retrieve caffeine, then back up the stairs to tell Lance to come back to bed.

  With how Lance worked, the nursery was done in a day. Cots made. Stuffed toys and shelves in place. Stars painted in all colours of the rainbow across the back wall, the only MDF shapes to have made the final cut. The shelves placed there had been snazzied up with stars of their own. To Keith everything in that room felt incredibly surreal and incredibly real at the same time. They were going to be parents. They we’re going to be parents soon. Lance didn’t have another 31 weeks to go. He had something like 9... and now the twins had their own room, decorated with so much love that it reminded him of how unloving his own childhood had been.

  Nothing had been placed without Lance triple checking he was okay with the placement. Knowing Keith didn’t have the greatest skills in mixing and matching bedding, Lance still insisted on asking him how they both should be dressed. Everything was so impossibly small. Tiny onesies folded and now in the change table, that was still just as much of a game changer as when they’d purchased it. Keith had cried.

  Standing in the nursery, the emotions hit him hard. Guided by Lance, he found himself the first to be “nursed” in Lance’s dream chair, as he sat between Lance’s legs, kind of awkwardly yet held safe in Lance’s arms. How he wished Mami was there. She would have loved this. All of it. She would be fussing over Lance, and scolding him for being bossy. She’d have told them all sorts of stories about Lance growing up.

  “Babe, what are you thinking about?”

Massaging Keith’s scalp, Keith pushed against Lance’s fingers. Life was so unfair. Miriam should have been there

“Mami. I really wish she was here. She would have been really happy”

“She would have whipped our arses into shape, that’s for sure. Pulled out the pink slipper of hers and had our arses black and blue for how long things took. She also probably would have called us idiots”

She would have. She probably would have smuggled in something alcoholic and had one of those secret chats with him

“Yeah... I’m closer than ever to Krolia, yet... I feel like... if she was here, I’d want Mami to see this space first”

  Lance sniffled, Keith raising his head

“I miss her too. I miss her so much. I’d never give her the curse, but sometimes I can’t help but want to wish I had, then I hate myself for it. I really miss her. I feel like part of me died along side her, but I know she wouldn’t want me to feel like that”

“She loved you, babe. She loved you so much”

“She loved you, too. You should have heard her in Cuba. Bragging to the whole family over you. I know you’re not okay with your werewolf side... I think she would have smacked you, told you you’re still you, then started pestering you with questions about our sex life now you’re as strong as I am”

Keith let out a kind of choked snort

“I can see that. Oh, can you image her and Krolia baby sitting. Krolia would be like “oops I dropped the baby”, and Mami would have been like “it’s okay, I dropped Lance plenty and he turned out okay”

Lance chuckled with a nod, before squeezing Keith with a hug

“Part of me’s scared by how true that it is. It feels good to have this room done. It feels even better to have done it with you”

“I’m sorry it took so long”

  He’d made Lance wait and wait and wait. Now the room was put together, he couldn’t help but wish he could go back in time and have done it sooner. Lance looked almost younger, as if the stress he’d carried had been washed away completely. The exhaustion was clear, but now it was kind of a peaceful exhausting. His own ego felt beyond proud of the space. Proud that they’d done things together and made such a nice space for their twins to sleep and grow in. Smiling softly, Lance shook his head at his apology

“It’s alright. Now we can go see your dad and you can tell him all about the nursery. I know you don’t believe he’s looking down on us, but I know for sure that if he was here with us, he’d be so beyond proud of you, babe”

“I wish... I could see him again”

  He had so much to ask. So many things he wanted to tell his father. There were many things he’d only started figuring out since starting to date Lance, and so many painful memories he finally felt strong enough to talk about. There were still so many things he hadn’t told Lance, yet Lance didn’t push him for every detail. He let him come to him. He let him choose his own words when he could, and still loved him when he couldn’t. For the rest of his life, he wanted to cherish his boyfriend, who’d someday be his husband for the rest of his life. All those people who’d let him down. Who’d hurt him. Who’d laughed at him and mocked him... They could go all fuck themselves sideways with their douche canoes, because he’d finally found the place he belonged.

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I Won’t Say I’m In Love (Harry Hook X Reader)

A/N: I feel I went a little overboard with this one (excuse the terrible pirate pun - I couldn’t help myself) but I hope you enjoy it anyway xxx Words: 5138 Requested: Yes! Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst Could you do Harry X Daughter of Hades reader with her attitude more like Meg (NOT related to her, like how Jay acts more like Aladdin) I can’t stop thinking about the song I won’t say (I’m in love). I kind of took the song idea and ran with it soooo…

If there was a prize for rotten judgement, you had already won it. Every person that you were drawn was inherently bad, not in the sense that they were a villain like you, but in the aspect that they wanted to break you heart. First the son of Scar, then the son Shan Yu, the sons of Mother Gothel, The Queen of Hearts and Dr Facilier equally as damaging to your mental wellbeing. Boys to you, were bad news, and you had had your heart broken so many times it was becoming tiring. You were the daughter of Hades, a goddess who was supposed to be the embodiment of evil, but it was hard to uphold a stone-cold reputation when you were constantly sniffling about your latest failed love interest. It was your best friend who always had to scoop you up off the floor, your best friend who always told you you were better than which ever villain broke your heart, your best friend who taught you that you didn’t need any pathetic boyfriend to make you worthy. It was also you best friend who had threatened to hook anybody who so much as looked at you the wrong way, but that was a habit you were trying to talk him out of. In short our best friend was pretty fucking amazing, if not a little intense. So you took his advice and made a new philosophy, vowing to never fall in love again. It wasn’t quite what he had meant but it was the easiest way to insure you would’t be hurt once more. Why would you need a relationship when you already had everything you needed in a best friend, when you already had everything you needed in Harry Hook.

“I could hurt ye,” Harry whispered a hint of seduction lingering in his Scottish accent as he traced the outline of Mal’s face with his hook. He didn’t believe his luck when he found his Captain’s worst enemy in the “Curl Up and Dye” whilst making his usual rounds, and was using the opportunity to get underneath her skin. His brief session of intimidation was swiftly interrupted by the entrance of a very familiar goddess. “Oh come on Harry! My best friend hasn’t even been on the Isle for an hour and you’re already threatening her! Hands off now!” You had walked in on Harry threatening one of your closest friends, Evie and Dizzy standing in a corner not really knowing what to do. You marched towards the smirking pirate and gave him the look, the look that meant business, the look that meant: you have two seconds to do what I say or I can no longer be held responsible for my actions. Harry sighed. “Oh come on Y/N, I’m only playing” he taunted, grinning at you slightly two widely. You rolled your eyes. “Off!” “I thought I was yer best friend not her” “Harry!” “Ye haven’t replaced me now have ye darling?” He said with mock sarcasm, turning to you with puppy eyes before winking. He was still poking his hook at Mal, making you huff a little. You changed your tactics, standing behind the pirate and pushing your lips to his ear. “Now where would you get that idea Hook” you said so quietly it could have been a whisper, slowly running your hand up Harry’s back. You felt all of his muscles tense up under his shirt and smirked to yourself. Your plan worked, his focus shifted to you instead of the purple haired VK. Suddenly you pulled him backwards away from Mal and stood in front of him, arms crossed with an un-amused look painted on your face. “Don’t look at me like that. Ye make it out like I’m some kind of bad guy” Harry grinned, his signature smirk reappearing. “That’s because you are” The pirate pouted. “Yer forgetting that ye ain’t exactly a saint yourself Y/N”. You both looked each other in the eye, trying to keep a straight face, but cracked simultaneously, erupting into a fit of giggles. “Perhaps. I guess this is why we are friends,” you said eventually but then hardened your tone again. “But I swear to god Har. If you threaten Mal again I’ll personally make sure you’re banished to the underworld. I don’t care how much Uma hates her” You glanced at Mal with a smile, who had gone to join Dizzy and Evie in the corner of the salon. “Anything for ye…” Harry started, when his eyes lit up with mischief you new exactly how he was going to finish the sentence. The dreaded nickname. “Don’t you dare call m-” “Hot stuff!”. He winked at you and you groaned running towards him and shoving his chest. Harry had called you hot stuff since you were ten, when he made you so angry that your hair ignited, engulfing your head with cobalt flames much like your father. You begged him for days to stop, but seeing as you hated it so much (mainly due to the fact that people started to presume you were together) Harry decided to keep it.

As your hands connected with the pirate chest, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. In a second, you were tossed over his shoulder, kicking, screaming and flailing your limbs as he spun you around in a circle, his hook resting over the small of your back. You were both chuckling heartily, completely forgetting you had an audience until little Dizzy cleared her throat loudly enough for you to hear. “Harold James Hook! Put me down right now!” “Any thing ye say… Hot stuff” “Harry!” You screeched. “Well as much as I would love to stay and chat.. hot stuff” He ignored your glare but sniggered to himself before continuing “But I’ve got more children to steal from” Immediately your jaw clenched and Harry realised his mistake too late. “You’re stealing from children again?” He ran his hands through his hair and avoided your eyes. “I am a villain Y/N. It’s what I do” “No, we talked about this Harry! You’re a villain yes, but not a monster. You don’t steal from children”   “Uma told me t-” “Uma doesn’t control what you do” “No, I’m sorry I forgot that was ye job” Harry muttered sarcastically under his breath. You raised an eyebrow at him long enough for him to cave in. “Fine! I’ll give it all back!” The pirate finally announced “Ye going to be the death of my Y/N” he said rolling his eyes. “What else are best friends for Harry?” You grinned back at him as he made his way out of the salon. “Dizzy yer money” He grumbled reluctantly, dropping it by the door before turning back to face you “Meet you in the market at seven?” “Meet you in the market at seven” you reaffirmed, nodding at him with a grin. Harry hadn’t even been gone 10 seconds before you were descended on by the group of confused yet intrigued VK’s standing in the corner.

“Oh. My. God!” Evie shrieked like a little school girl, jumping up and down and squealing “We knew it! We all new it!” Dizzy shouted, grabbing your forearm and tugging at it a little. You huffed but chuckled lightly at their giddiness. “You know what?” “That you love Harry!” Mal practically shouted, grabbing your other arm and beaming at you. “No.” You said defiantly, your top lip wrinkling at the mention of the word love. “I most certainly do not.” “Who’d you think you’re kidding Y/N?” Evie laughed “He’s the earth and heaven to you” “He’s my best friend!” You protested. “We can see right through you. You love each other!” Mal added, glancing at Evie with a knowing look. “It’s okay Mal, just shout it a bit louder. I don’t think the deaf man at the end of the alley quite heard you” you hissed, shaking the girls off of your arm “We do not love each other okay?” “But you have him wrapped around your finger! Do you think he would have given me back my money if anbody else had told him to” Dizzy tried to reason. “He’s my best friend!” You repeated. “And I’ve seen the way you look at each other” Mal said. “He’s all you talk about, all you think about” Evie said backing her up. You inhaled sharply before starting to ramble, refusing to take a breath until you had finished “I am not in love with Harry Hook he is my best friend and that’s how it has been and how it will always be everything works just fine the way it is we do not need to complicate that by taking it any further I mean why would we anyway relationships aren’t even a thing on the isle and I don’t need to ruin the one thing that I got right because of some stupid feelings that might not even really be there” The three VK’s looked at each other, then at you “Oh my gosh Y/N you’re scared of falling in love” “I am not!” “Face it like a grown up Y/N, you’ve got it bad. It’s a good thing you know, love is a good thing” “You don’t get it” “But we do… Don’t be proud Y/N, it’s okay to admit you’re in love” You just looked at them for a second, your stony facade wavering slightly as a memory invaded your thoughts.

(Flashback) Vibrant, curious, alive with bounce and effort. That’s how you remember the two of you that night. Your hair was flowing behind you, rustled by the breeze, as you ran giggling from the brunette beside you. He was mesmerised by your goofy grin, your cheeks pink from the cold. You and Harry couldn’t have been older than seven but you had snuck out once the sun had set, running barefoot down a grassy sand dune, holding your shoes in one hand, tossing them over one shoulder, grabbing each others hand with the opposite. “Harry, look at the sea!” You shouted with wonder. Reflected on the gossamer surface of the ocean was a perfect silver orb, a full moon, making the young pirate laugh a little. “It’s only the moon Y/N” “But it looks pretty though. It just looks so perfect ” you defended, pouting a little as you gazed out at the water. “Yer really weird you know” Harry said, letting go of your hand but shuffling closer to you. “Oh” was all you said quietly. “It’s a good thing” Harry rushed, trying to explain what he was thinking “Ye know normal people are boring” Harry looked at you, his pirate hat was way too big for his head so it slouched too far forward, covering his eyes. You broke out into an uncontrollable smile as you looked up at Harry who even at that age was taller than you. “I love you Harry” “I love you too” Then the seven year old pirate knelt down, one knee digging into the wet sand as he took off his hat. He scrambled around in his back pocket until he pulled out a small copper ring, a glossy black stone adorned the band. You gasped. “Will ye marry me Y/N?” the younger Harry Hook announced, giving you the ring and grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Your smile was even wider. “Har! We are far too young to get married! Ask me again when we’re older and I’ll say yes.” You passed him back the ring and kissed his cheek. “Okay Y/N” Harry said slightly deflated but still smiling as wide, “Ye better not forget”

When you snapped out of your daydream, Evie, Mal and Dizzy were staring at you with smug looks, leaving you to wonder how long you had zoned out for. “I won’t say I’m in love” was all you huffed before you left the salon.

You weren’t even half way down the street before you started to curse the three of them. Because, for the first time, it occurred to you. They might actually be right. You were in love with Harry Hook. Shit. You were in love with Harry Hook. He was your one stable force, your one ounce of stability in a world of chaos who was always there through good and bad. You loved him so much for that. You were in love with him and you couldn’t believe that you’d only just realised it. But then the doubt came. You knew he didn’t love you back, Harry had made it very clear on numerous occasions, hell, he was the one who told you to stop falling in love. Once before you had tried to confess your feelings for Harry, even if you didn’t consciously realise that was what you were doing yourself, and the outcome had bruised way more than just your ego.

(Flashback) Ursula’s Fish and Chip Shop was packed as per usual. You were hustled into a particularly lively corner, talking with Harry over a plate full of fries. It wasn’t unusual for you two to eat together, in fact you had been bonding over questionably good fish and chips for as long as you could remember. It had become a tradition. Much like it had become a tradition to try and calm Harry down when he told you about who was irritating him and tradition for him to throw food all over the place. Much like how it had become tradition for Harry to glare at anybody else who tried to talk to you until they walked away. Much like how it had become tradition for you to laugh at him and tell him to relax. But that day was different. “I don’t think ye understand how much I hate that kid,” Harry snarled, picking up a handful of fries and launching them across the room. Normal. “Har! When did you ever care what Drew thinks anyway? If you’re mad at him, fine by me, but don’t waste my food on his sorry ass,” you laughed, hugging the plate of chips protectively. Harry slumped down beside you, muttering to himself. Also normal. “Have ye got a problem mate because if not ye need to move along and stop looking at Y/N. She isn’t interested” He shouted at whichever poor boy was approaching you. Again completely and utterly normal. “Give it a rest Har, I can defend myself” you giggled. Normal, sweet normal. But then you tilted your head to look at him “Besides Harry, I wanted to ask you something” Not normal. This was new. This was un-expected. This was spontaneous, out of blue, intriguing but not in any realm of normality. “Well ask away” replied Harry with a grin, clearly he wasn’t phased by the new conversation. “I was just wondering whether you wanted to go and see the floating lanterns with me tomorrow, you know for my birthday. They’ll be lighting them in Auradon all weekend so if we get boat at night we’ll be able to see them across the lake” You looked up at Harry hopefully “I thought it could be nice” “Ye want to see the lanterns?” You nodded your head. “Ye have always been odd Y/N. But yes, I’ll come see the lanterns with ye. I’ll get Uma and Gil to come t-” “No!” You said quickly before returning your voice back to normal “I mean, maybe us two could just go. You smiled weakly at Harry, who cocked his head and looked at you differently. It took a moment for you to realise what you had just done. You had asked Harry on a date. You cursed yourself over and over unable to comprehend why you had just done that. He rubbed the back off his neck. "Hmm, when I think about it I have to train some new crew members with Uma. Maybe another time?” Your stomach twinged a little but your forced yourself to keep smiling. “What about the day after. Like I say they’ll be letting them off all weeke-” “I’m on lookout duty all that night” “Oh” You felt about two centimetres tall in that moment but you refused to let that stupid smile falter. “How about you just tell me when you’re free and we’ll go on a boat trip then. Lanterns or no lanterns. I mean my birthday would have passed but it’s okay” Harry put his hook down on the table and avoided your gaze purposely. “I don’t really have time for a boat trip. I’ve just always got stuff to do” Rejected. You had just been rejected by your best friend and it stung like a bitch. “That okay,” you lied “No worries” Harry picked up another chip and ate it awkwardly. You didn’t speak for a while. A small piece of you had just died, but you kept that goddamn smile on your face. “Are ye okay Y/N, ye look like yer going to be sick” “Yeah yeah I’m fine. Actually no, I think I’m getting sick. I’m just going to sleep it off. Bye” You ran out of the restaurant and away from a bewildered looking pirate, before he could stop you. You couldn’t work out why you were crying about Harry Hook that day but looking back it was so obvious; your heart had been re-broken.

You weren’t mad at Harry after that day, how could you be? He hadn’t done anything wrong, he just didn’t love you in that way. But that was okay, because he was still your best friend, nothing could take away from that. So you moved on, accepted that being friends was the best you were going to get and pushed any feelings you had for Harry deep down. Just not deep enough.

You were down at the market place before Harry was, so you took the time you had spare to browse the various stalls, ignoring the calls of market traders to buy their produce. Usually if you wanted something you would just steal it, an odd apple here and there, a random scarf from time to time. Recently though, you had being to cut back on your petty thieving vice so you resisted the urge to take anything. You made your way to a small cart at the back of the market selling jewellery, the whole stand glinting with golds, silvers and bronzes. You knew none of it would be precious metal, you simply didn’t get that on the isle, but they were pretty nonetheless. “How much is this one,” you said, picking up a silver hair brooch encrusted with small red gems. The market vender was about to answer but was cut off by a voice from behind you, a familiar palm resting on your shoulder. “Might not be the best idea to get that with yer hair sweetheart” Harry whispered, pulling himself in close to you and speaking in your ear. A nauseating jolt of butterfly’s rippled through your stomach before you could stop yourself. Get a grip girl. You tried to tell yourself but you couldn’t help it. You handed the hair clip back to the stall worker and walked away with Harry. “I was going to get that you know” you said, punching Harry playfully in the arm. He grinned at you. “I didn’t know ye were the jewellery type hot stuff” You punched him again for using that god awful nickname before you answered him. “I love jewellery Har, you know it’s one of my many weakness’” It was true, Harry would often tease you, calling you a magpie, as you had a soft spot necklaces and earrings. “I got you something” Harry said quietly, opening the his palm to reveal a intricate ring. He reached for your hand, slipping it onto your finger and smiling at you. You looked at the pirate, then at the ring, then back at the pirate again. “Harry! It’s beautiful” You flung your arms around him but then paused “Did you steal it?” Harry scoffed. “Did I steal it? Ye got some nerve ye do Y/N. Of course I didn’t. I’m just offended ye don’t recognise it” he laughed. You looked at the ring Harry had given you again. It was copper, a glossy black stone adorning the band. It was the ring from the beach, the ring from your childhood. You took a step backwards “Harry I-” You were cut off when Harry pushed his forehead against yours, your eyes widening in alarm. He slowly, started to angle his head towards yours, his lips parting slightly. He was going to kiss you, holy shit he was going to kiss you. A wave of anger washed over you almost instantly. “Harry what the hell!” You slapped him hard, straight across his face, surprising the both of you. You were only getting angrier. “Y/N-” “No! Stop it! Stop playing with my emotions! I thought you were different! I don’t get it, you don’t like me enough to spend time with me on my birthday Harry, MY BIRTHDAY, but somehow you think it’s okay to spring shit like this on me!” The ends of your hair were burning blue now “I didn’t mean to-” “This is all just an intimidation thing isn’t it” you yelled not caring who was staring now “You flirt with everyone you’re trying to intimidate I knew that, but I’m supposed your best friend, why are you trying to scare me” “I don’t w-” “I’m going to walk away now so I don’t set myself on fire in public,” you said as calmly as you could manage “Go try and kiss somebody else”

You had to calm down and you knew it. You had to do it fast. Your hair was always the first thing to catch fire but the burning sensation would spread further than that if you couldn’t control it. You wanted to cry, to scream, to tear down a building when you stomped away from Harry, your confusion at his actions amplifying your emotions. You had to stay in control. There was one time when you couldn’t, when the anger was so overwhelming that your body temperature rose so dangerously high that you collapsed. You were hospitalised for weeks with severe burns, reiterating the fact that although you were the daughter of a god, you weren’t immortal. An uncomfortable prickle of heat spread across your skin as you collapsed in the alleyway bawling. You were lucky that Evie found you. “He tried to kiss me Evie. I don’t understand him and it’s driving me insane. I don’t know what he’s thinking,” “Oh Y/N,” Evie said, daring to touch your shoulder once you had cooled down “You are literally the only person on the whole Isle who can’t hear what he’s trying to tell you”

Optimistic. That’s how you felt as you stepped onto that pirate a ship, a strong belief that everything was going to turn out brilliantly. Evie helped you to accept that perhaps you over-reacted at Harry’s attempt to kiss you, so you marched to the docks armed with an apology and a sorry looking smile. You felt terrible, if Harry had truly intended to kiss you genuinely then you couldn’t even begin to understand how he was feeling. Not only had you completely rejected the poor pirate, you had embarrassed him in front of the whole market. The saddest part of all of the whole messy situation was that you actually wanted to kiss Harry, it was your fear of admitting your feelings that was pushing you away. You hoped Harry was in an understanding mood.

You scoured the upper deck for the pirate but you struggled to find him anywhere. You did on the other hand, find Uma. “Hey Uma! Do you know where Harry is?” You asked the Captain, slowly making your way towards her. You may not exactly have been friends with Uma but you two were civil and got along well enough. She nodded at you reluctantly, as if contemplating whether to speak. “He’s in his cabin,” she replied softly, looking at you with pity. You presumed she was acting strangely because Harry had told her about the market incident. You were wrong.

You whistled to yourself as you you climbed the stairs to Harry’s cabin, pausing outside of his door to give yourself a pep talk. There was no point in denying it anymore, you were completely and utterly head over heels for the boy and bottling your feelings up wasn’t going to help anything. You decided then and there you were just going to tell him, get everything off of your chest once and for all. It was Harry after all, you could tell him anything in confidence and vice versa, the two of you were practically inseparable. “You’ve got this Y/N,” You told yourself “Get in there and get yourself a boyfriend”. You grinned nervously but felt oddly calm, opening the door of Harry’s bedroom. “Har?” You called out softly. Then your whole world collapsed.

Harry Hook. Hailey Facilier. Kissing. Each other. On the lips. That’s all you had to see to know it had happened again. Your heart had well and truly broken this time. You shut the door slowly, knowing they hadn’t seen you. You felt like you’d been hit in the face. But the funny thing was, you weren’t surprised. Harry was the biggest flirt on the Isle, he was known to break hearts left right and centre, yet you refused to believe he would do that to you. It was like giving a murder a knife and expecting not to be stabbed. After all he had said about the guys who had hurt you, he had joined the list himself. But you still weren’t prepared for it. How could you possibly have prepared to have your heart ripped out of your chest. You underestimated the power of heartbreak. Why were you never ready for it? Because you loved him. Or maybe because you were in denial. You thought Harry would never do it to you. You thought the murder wouldn’t stab you. But you had been stabbed all right, stabbed right in the very back.

You stumbled your way back to the main ship. You couldn’t see, you didn’t know where you were or where you were going, you knew one thing and one thing only. You were burning. Anger boiled deep down in your system, as hot as lava, scorching you from the inside out. It churned from within you, hungry for destruction and you knew this time that it’s too much for you to handle. There was no way for you to control this. The pressure of the raging sea of anger wouldn’t just force you to say things you didn’t mean or release the pent up emotions you had suppressed for weeks, it would hurt people, including yourself. Seriously hurt people. How could you Harry? was the only thought you had as you hit the deck.

“Harry!” Gil yelled as he ran to find the first mate “Harry! We don’t know what to do!” The doors to Harry’s cabin flew open revealing him sat alone at the foot of his bed, his head in his hands. He jerked his head to face Gil. “What are ye going on about,” he snapped. “It’s Y/N! I think she’s about to set on fire again!” Harry winced at your name but still managed to roll his eyes. “She’s the daughter of bloody Hades what do ye expect! Ye know her hair sets on fire” Gil shook his head violently, so much so it made him dizzy “Yeah but Harry! It’s not just her hair!”

Harry was panicking. He was there when this happened before, when he had no idea what to do, when all he could do was stand and watch you. He raced down to the ship deck, where you were laid on the floor, a crowd of pirates surrounding you. He pushed them all out of the way. “What the fuck has made her so mad!” Harry screamed to no-one in particular as he kneeled beside you. “Get away from me!” You spat, wiggling as far from his as you could. You couldn’t stand up anymore, your entire body glowing red as you continued to get hotter and hotter. It hurt to move. “Y/N” “Please,” you croaked, any resentment in your voice vanishing, leaving you completely vulnerable “Please just go back to Hailey” “What do you mean back to Ha- Y/N you’ve got this all wrong” Without thinking Harry reached for you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in close. He grimaced, a searing burning pain exploding from the arm that was holding you but he shrugged it off, pulling you into a closer embrace. He started to rub your cheek. “Please try and calm yer self down Y/N” He whispered to you. “Let go of me Harry, I’m hurting you”. You were crying but your tears turned to steam as soon as they touched your face. “I’m the one that’s hurt ye love and I’m sorry” His embrace was soothing, his muscular arms protective of you as he held your frail burning body. Slowly but surely you felt your body temperature decline. “Do you love her Harry?” It was a question you didn’t want to know the answer to but you asked anyway. “Y/N ye don’t seriously think that do ye?” He gripped your harder. Your skin was no longer glowing like embers of a bonfire but you still far from back to normal. “I saw you kissing and-” “She kissed me Y/N! She kissed me! And I pushed her off me! And I screamed at her because…” He paused for a second and just looked at you. “Because what?” Your voice was gentler now. “Because I fucking love ye Y/N” It happened suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch. You were extinguished. The flames disappeared. A new kind of warmth dispersed inside of you, a tingling happy glow of heat radiating from your stomach banishing the remnants of any anger. You melted, returning back to your normal state, looking up at Harry in disbelief. “What?” “Ye heard me, I love ye. And I’ve told myself for so long that I didn’t, because I was scared of ye finding out but I can’t help it I-” “I love you too Har” You buried your face into the crook of Harry’s neck, no longer afraid of burning him to death. The Pirates around you began to cheer and you became suddenly aware that you had an audience. Harry waved his hands in an odd gesture and they all scurried away, leaving you sat on Harry’s lap in the middle of the ship. “I’m sorry for being a dick” “And I’m sorry for nearly giving you third degree burns” You both spluttered with laughter. “Yer lethal Y/N. Remind me of this whenever I plan on making ye angry again,” “Oh so you plan on making me angry in advance do you?” You smirked back at the pirate. You were back to being Y/N and Harry again, slipping back into the comforting roles as if nothing had happened,as if you hadn’t just been sat on the floor consumed by your own raging anger. It was refreshing. “Ye better believe it” Harry winked at you. He offered you a hand and pulled you up to stand behind him. “Now!” He said grandly “About that boat trip ye were banging on about…” Harry lead you to the ship’s railing and motioned towards a small white rowing boat tied up along the docks, a singular paper lantern resting at the bow. You grinned at him. “Harold James Hook, have I told you I love you?” “I love ye more” “Not possible” “It is” “It isn’t” “It is” “God we’re unbearable aren’t. we,” you chuckled lightly. “I’m afraid we are..” Harry smirked “…Hotstuff”

[luffysfakebeard]

You’re Not Tall Enough; 2320 words [AO3]

Usually Even hated being around drunk people when he was sober.

Truth be told, he wasn’t actually that keen on drunk people when he was drunk either.  Alcohol had never really been his thing; he had always preferred something a bit, uh, greener.

But seeing Isak absolutely wasted was proving more amusing than anything else Even could remember in recent history.  He was currently stood up on the sofa with Eva – it was always Eva who pushed Isak over the edge from drunk to wasted – racing her to finish a cup of some horrifyingly strong concoction Vilde had created.  Everyone was crowded around them chanting drink drink drink like some ridiculous TV show scene.

What wasn’t ridiculous, though, was the delighted look on Isak’s face when he swallowed down the last of his drink and tossed the cup aside.  His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright and he was smiling so wide that Even didn’t even care that he’d be nursing a hungover Isak for the entirety of the next day.

He’d do anything to see Isak’s face lit up like that.

He joined the rest of the crowd in cheering for Isak, who was up on the sofa basking in his moment of glory that he probably wouldn’t remember the next day.

When people asked later how he knew what was about to happen he tells them he knew from the way Isak blinked.  One second his eyes were bright, but after an uncoordinated looking blink they were completely vacant and Even was surging forwards with the bin firmly in his grasp.

He thrust the receptacle into Isak’s face mere seconds before his boyfriend lurched forwards and vomited.  The crowd that had been cheering him and Eva on quickly dispersed, not wanting to be in the splash zone.  Even was vaguely aware of Eva squealing that Isak throwing up meant she was the real winner seeing as she’d held her liquor, but he was a bit too preoccupied with keeping the bin under Isak’s chin to defend his boyfriend’s honour as the rightful winner.

Once Isak stopped retching Even walked him slowly away from the main bustle of the party.  He ended up sitting a very drunk Isak down on Eva’s doorstep with the bin in his lap, hoping the cool night air would sober him up a bit.

“Still having fun, baby?” Even couldn’t help but teasing as he knelt in front of Isak.

“Don’t call me that, I have a boyfriend!” Isak slurred.  He managed to sound outraged even in his drunken state.

“I know?  I am the boyfriend?” Even frowned.  Isak stared hard at him; his lips were pursed in a very unimpressed fashion and his alcohol-glazed eyes managed to convey a severe lack of belief at Even’s statement.

“You’re not tall enough t’be my boyfriend.” Isak shook his head for a second before groaning and doubling back over the bin, retching some more.  And damn, that was the first time in his life Even had been told he wasn’t tall enough for something.

“I’m crouching, Isak.  You’re sat down?” Even tried to explain as he rubbed Isak’s back, but Isak was having none of it.

“No, no!  Even didn’t want t’come out tonight; he’s at home!” Isak insisted.  And yeah, okay, Even hadn’t really wanted to watch all his friends get blitzed when he was just coming out of a depressed few weeks but he also didn’t want to be apart from Isak when he was finally feeling like himself again.

“You know what: I think it’s time we got you home.” Even suggested.  If Isak was so drunk he couldn’t even recognise his boyfriend of almost a year then it was probably time to call it a night.

Even went inside and grabbed their stuff as quickly as he could, not wanting to leave Isak alone for too long.  Thankfully they hadn’t brought much with them; just their jackets and their wallets with their keys inside.  The other things they’d brought with them had been for the party (namely alcohol), so Even didn’t have to worry about getting that home.

Most of it was probably inside Isak anyway, he thought with a shake of his head as he went back out.

“I’ve got your jacket, handsome.” Even draped the fabric over Isak’s shoulders before carefully pulling his arms through the sleeves and zipping him up.

“I told you, I have a boyfriend.” Isak huffed irritably, hugging Eva’s bin to his chest.  Even wasn’t going to try to pry the bin out of Isak’s grip; he’d rather Isak kept the bin to be sick in while he got him back home than try to take it off him and ending up covered in cold sick.

They could return the bin – after a thorough washing – to Eva at a later date.  For now Even needed to get Isak home.

He was going to have to play along with Isak’s drunken brain, because clearly he couldn’t be reasoned with.

“Yeah, sorry.” Even shook his head.  He couldn’t believe he was doing this.  “I think we should get you home to him.  How does that sound?” He asked soothingly, not wanting to push too hard and get Isak’s back up.  Isak pondered his offer for a minute before he answered.

“I miss him.” Isak pouted.

And that was that.

It took a minute to get Isak onto his feet, and another minute to get him steady, but soon enough they were starting the slow journey home.  It was probably one of Even’s lowest ranking walks with Isak; aside from the fact that Isak didn’t think he was himself, Isak was stumbling all over the place and kept suddenly stopping and the vomit smell emanating from the bin was making Even’s stomach sour.

He could only stand so much before he took the bin from Isak – ignoring his weak protests – and emptied it into some random bin before passing it back to Isak in case he had anything else in his stomach to empty.

If Even was going to endure this miserable – and slow – walk home then he was going to have some fun with Isak.

“Why don’t you tell me about your boyfriend while we walk?” Even burrowed himself deeper into his jacket, wishing he’d asked his mother if he could borrow the car to get Isak home.

Hindsight was 20/20 and all that.

“Yeah!” Isak, to Even’s delight, lit up at the prospect of talking about his boyfriend.

“Okay, so his name is- is Even.” Isak hiccupped.  “And he’s soooo tall.  Taller than me.  No one’s ever taller than me.” Isak’s words slurred together, but Even could just about follow it.

“You like that he’s taller than you?”

“Um, duh!” Isak exclaimed.  “Makes me feel so nice.  Safe. Never used t’feel safe.” Isak shook his head.  For a solid ten seconds.  Even felt a lump in his throat at that statement.

“No?”

“No.” Isak confirmed.  “But- but Even’s so big ’n’ warm ’n’ snugly.  Like a big…a big teddy bear.” Isak lost his train of thought for a second but picked it back up after a few beats of silence.

“Even the teddy bear?” Even laughed, but to his surprise Isak swatted at his chest.  He was amazed Isak even hit his intended target considering he could hardly walk straight.

“Don’t laugh at him!” Isak was almost shouting.  “He’s- he’s the best person!  He’s so good that he made me better!  Just- just by being close t’me!” Isak’s speech might have been more impressive if he hadn’t hiccupped his way through it, but it still made Even’s heart swell.

“I’m sure you weren’t that bad.” He placated.

“No.  I was so sad, and l-lonely, and he- he saved me.  We save each other.” Isak giggled a little at the end and looked up at Even. “That’s kinda our thing.  Saving each other.  It’s some dumb movie quote, I think.” Isak sniffled, rubbing a hand over his runny nose.

Even had to resist the urge to fight him on it being ‘some dumb movie’, but somehow found the strength not to argue.

“He’s such a film nerd.” Isak rolled his eyes, but in his drunken state it ended with his entire body lurching to the side and Even having to grab him before he fell into the road.  He was so glad he emptied the bin of its contents, because he definitely would have just been doused in vomit.

“God, you’re a mess tonight.  I’m never letting Vilde make whatever was in that cup again.” Even groaned as he manhandled Isak back into an upright standing position.  They were so almost home; Even could see the roof of their building from where they were standing.

“S’not your job t’look after me!” Isak argued as they rounded the last corner.

“Is that Even’s job?”

“No!” Isak looked horrified.  “We help each other out sometimes.  When we gotta.  S’no one’s job.”

A beat of silence.  Followed by:

“’sides, Even’s a barista.” Isak mumbled.  He was beginning to flag; he was swaying into Even’s side more and more and it was getting more and more difficult to keep him upright.

If Isak wondered how the guy taking him home knew where he lived, he didn’t ask any questions.  Even just needed to get him through the final stretch.

“A barista, huh?  He make you good coffee?”

“Uh huh.” Isak gave him a dopey drunk smile and Even’s heart melted just a little.  “He’s so good t’me.” Isak sighed and Even’s heart jumped in his chest because he knew what was going to come next.

Sure enough: Isak slumped against him, resting his head against Even’s shoulder and going heavy.

“m’tired.” Isak mumbled.  Even looked desperately ahead.  They were so close to the flat.

“Hey, Isak, what’s the most annoying thing about your boyfriend?” Even asked, hoping to get one last rant out of Isak to spur him through the doors.

“Always talks through movies.” Isak grumbled, still leaning heavily against Even.  “And he always forgets t’do his- his jobs around the flat.” He hiccupped.

No rant.

No last burst of energy.

“Sounds like a bit of a dick.” Even replied through gritted teeth, resorting to hauling Isak’s almost dead weight through the door to the building and up the stairs.

It was going brilliantly until Isak started hitting at his arms and his chest and basically anywhere he could reach.  He was too drunk to get much force behind them, but they startled Even enough to stop.

“D-don’t talk about him like that!” Isak looked beyond mad.  Even was oddly flattered that Isak was so outraged on his behalf.  “You don’t know him!  He’s the- the man of my life!  I love him!  I love him even when he f-forgets to dry our clothes or- or buy milk or he takes an extra shift without t-telling me!” Isak’s hiccups were really ruining the angry tirade he was trying to go on, but Even didn’t dare laugh.

“And- and I don’t think I want you here any more!” Isak spluttered.  He broke away from Even and stumbled up the last few stairs to their flat, and Even watched in amazement as Isak showed the most sober behaviour he had in hours by successfully getting his key out of his wallet and into the lock on the first try.

Sometimes Even couldn’t even do that sober.

Isak let himself in, almost falling through the doorway as the door swung away from him, but before he went inside he turned his head and gave Even a look so cold it could have frozen lava.

“He’s not a dick.” Isak snapped.

A thoughtful look came over his face.  Even was almost scared what was going to come next.

“He has a nice dick though.  But you’ll never know, because he’s my boyfriend.” Isak said smugly before slamming the door shut in Even’s shocked face.

For almost a minute Even stood in stunned silence in the stairway.  He was there for so long that the automatic light went out and he had to blindly feel the wall for the light switch, muttering curses to himself.  He could hear Isak stumbling around their tiny flat as he let himself in and he left Isak to his own devices for the time it took him to strip his outdoor clothes off and move the bin to Isak’s side of the bed.

A quick glance at his phone told him that it was almost 2.30AM and he definitely didn’t let out a little whimper at that.  At heart Even wasn’t much of a partier; he much preferred domestic nights in where he and Isak could be asleep by 11PM. He already knew he was going to be exhausted tomorrow.

He would be exhausted and Isak would be crabby and hungover.

With a groan, Even threw an arm over his eyes and flopped back onto their bed.  He couldn’t even be bothered to put his pyjamas on.  He was just lying in his boxers and his undershirt, despite the fact his nice soft sweats were in his line of sight.

Nothing felt worth moving for right now.  He was exhausted from trying to keep up with Isak’s drunk brain and the sloppy mess his mobility skills were reduced to when he got this wasted.

“Evy?” Isak whisper-shouted as he came into the lounge.  Even could smell mouth wash, and for that he was grateful.  Morning breath was one thing, but I spent most of last night vomiting morning breath was something else entirely.

“Hey, baby.” Even yawned, extending the arm that wasn’t covering his tired eyes out onto the bed so Isak could curl up in his embrace.  Isak settled next to him quickly, tucking his head close to Even’s jaw.

“You wouldn’t believe the night I had.” Isak mumbled sleepily against Even’s neck.

“I think I have an idea.”

[lindseyluvsdrag]

It Takes Two Ch. 6

TW: Idk how to describe them, just brace yourself and ignore any typos :)

“Preeclampsia…” Matt mumbled as he googled the term. “Preeclampsia is a pregnancy complication characterized by high blood pressure and signs of damage to another organ system, most often the liver and kidneys. Fuck.” The man quickly called his wife but he was delivered directly to her voicemail. “Hey, baby, it's me again. I googled the preeclampsia and I'm really sorry for damaging your kidneys, Violet. You can have one of mine, okay? I love you so much, call me back please.”

---

Shea lifted her sunglasses and glanced down at Violet's ringing phone. “He's calling again.”

“Who?” the woman casually asked as she adjusted her tanning reflector.

“Your husband.”

“Pfff, I don't think I have one of those anymore.”

Shea laughed. “He fucked up big time.”

“He did! Would you forgive Danny if he did that?”

“Fuck no,” she said as she licked her vanilla ice cream cone. “I'm fat enough as is.”

“Oh my God, shut up. You're still super tiny.”

“I've gained 10 pounds!”

“10?! Try 42!”

Shea gasped. “That much?! Oh my god, I'd kill Matt.”

“I wanted to!” Violet admitted. “But I didn't wanna be a single parent so taking this trip to the Bahamas was a much better idea.”

“Definitely. Danny's been a little shit. I know he is suspicious of the baby not being his because my calculations were off, but he knows that I don't keep track of that stuff. It's so frustrating.”

“Men are just assholes.”

“Cheers to that.”

The women toasted with their non-alcoholic beverages.

---

“Clark, don't throw beverages at Daddy!” the man pleaded as he dodged the cup of chocolate milk.

“Why do I have to be hereeee?!” Clark sobbed. “I want Mommy!”

“Mommy is gone! She's mad at us right now.”

“Us?! You're the one who made her fat!”

“She's not fat, she's thick and I think she looks good.”

“I think you look stupid.”

“Hey, come on, Clark. You're being really mean. Can you go back to being your sweet self and not Grumpy Clark?”

“No, poo poo head!”

Matt frowned. “Okay.” The exhausted man exhaled and made his way to the sofa. He rubbed his eyes and reasons why he refused to discipline his daughter flashed across his mind. The man flinched. “I'll never let that happen to my kids,” Matt swore. He pushed himself off of the couch and returned to the kitchen. “Clark, I just want to remind you that I love you. Do you know that?”

The girl was thrown off by the question. She was misbehaving and yet her father continued to express his love. She reluctantly nodded. “But I still want Auntie Naomi.”

“I understand that, boo. Thank you for being so patient while you wait for her.”

The man's calm demeanor made the girl feel like she was being tricked. “I'm not patient, poo poo head!”

“And that's okay, Clark. I still love you so much.”

The girl groaned. “Stop saying thatttt.”

“Never.”

Clark huffed.

“You want to know why?”

She shrugged.

“Because you're my child and I'm supposed to love and care for you unconditionally. Ya see, my dad was a very bad man who didn't do that. He hurt me a lot. He yelled at me, hit me and did things no father should ever do to their kid so I was always scared of him. And I never want you to feel that way about me,” he sniffled. “I love you so much and I just always want you to be safe and happy. Okay? You can yell and call me poo poo head all you want. Or fight and tear down this entire house, like, I don't care. I just don't want you to ever hate me.”

The sight of her father being even remotely emotional was enough to make the girl's bottom lip quiver. She rushed into her father's arms. “I love you, Daddy.”

Matt smiled and wiped his eyes. “Thank you, boo.”

“I'm sorry for saying those bad things and throwing things and telling Mommy what you did. I just want Auntie Naomi, but being bad won't make her come here.”

“That's true.”

“I promise I'll be good so that Auntie Naomi and Mommy will come back.’

“So will I,” Matt assured.

“Pinky promise!” Clark ordered as she extended her hand.

Matt found it difficult to wrap his finger around his daughter's tiny digit, but he made it work. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Rice cakes and marshmallow fluff,” she said with a giggle.

“Oh my God, you are so shady!”

Clark cackled.

“Rice cakes and marshmallow fluff give me PTSD. How about peanut butter and pickles?”

“Yuck!”

“That's literally all your Mom ate while she was pregnant with you.”

“She's the weird one, not me.”

Matt laughed. “Rice cakes and marshmallow fluff it is.”

---

Joey held the piece of paper at a distance from his face and then close up again. “Yep...seems pretty official to me.”

“Official marriage license!” Naomi declared. “I told you that I wasn't crazy.”

“I was beginning to worry.” He chuckled. “At least you have your looks to fall on.”

Naomi playfully nudged the man.

So, Raven is the crazy one?”

“Yes! I mean, no! I mean,” Naomi exhaled, “when Bob tried to mow us down with his car, she got hit remember? It took a huge chunk of her memory... mostly the parts that involved me.”

“But you said that she'd regained her memory.”

“She did but it must've happened again.”

“That sucks. Not having any memories of memories with you and whatnot.”

“Yeah but here's my dilemma: is it ethical to divorce someone who can't remember that they married you to begin with?”

“Well...yeah,” Joey admitted. “Especially if they aren't willing to fight for what they have.”

“But what if she wakes up one day with her memory back and she realizes that we're divorced but she doesn't want to be?”

Joey scoffed. “That's life.”

“You sound so cold hearted right now.”

“Really? How?”

“Because-”

“Because I'm not giving you the bullshit answer of peace and loving everyone? I'm not here to tell you what you want to hear, Naomi.”

The woman frowned. “I don't want you to just tell me what I want to hear. Why can't you be the voice of reason?”

“I am! And it's reasonable to say that I've waited 13 years for you. I don't care how Raven feels. I lost you once, I'm not going to lose you again.”

“Stop quoting The Little Mermaid,” was all Naomi could say to stop herself from begging the man to take her right in the middle of the visiting hours.

Joey smirked as he pushed himself out of his seat.

“Wh-Where are you going?” she stammered.

“If you're ready... check yourself out of here.”

“But, Joey-”

The man silenced her with a kiss.

“Hey, none of that!” one of the nurses shouted, but the neither of them cared

“Check yourself out of here,” Joey whispered against her full lips before walking away. Naomi wanted to pounce on the man then and there but she quickly composed herself, rushed to her room to collect the macaroni art that she'd made with Allison before dashing to the nurses station. “I need to check myself out,” she said breathlessly.

The woman checked her bracelet. “Do you feel as though-”

“Yes, no, I don't know,” she rushed. I just need to leave, like, now! There's a 6’4” slab of 100% Italian beef waiting for me outside so whatever you need to do to get me out of here within the next ten seconds, then do it.”

The nurse snapped her finger. “Awrightttt, get it Miss Thing.” She swiftly typed a few things into the computer. “Okay, you're all set! I'll go get your... belongings..” the woman trailed off when she saw Naomi sprinting towards the exit. “Or I could mail them!”

Naomi didn't have time to respond as she bolted out of Happy Smiles and directly into the car that Joey had waiting for her.

“Ready to go home?” he asked.

Naomi shook her head. “The movies.”

The man was confused but he went along with what the woman wanted. None of it made sense until they were in the darkened theater and Naomi was grabbing the man's hand and guiding to the hem of the hospital gown she still donned.

“What's your problem? Nobody is doing this anymore,” he said, mocking his 17 year old self.

Naomi's giggle quickly turned into a soft moan when Joey's fingers found their way to her clit. The man clearly knew his way around the female body as he used his thumb to massage her love button while his middle and index fingers cautiously slipped inside of her. Naomi had nothing but gasps for the man as his large digits practically filled her up.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“Sshhh,” the man urged as he kissed her thigh. He continued to finger the woman, waiting for the 'eyes roll back in your head moment’ but when it didn't happen, he paused. “Oh..”

“What's wrong?” Naomi asked.

He leaned in. “I don't want to offend you when I ask it.”

“I won't be offended,” she assured.

“You don't have a G-spot, do you?”

“No,” she quietly admitted.

“So...were you faking it just now?”

The woman scoffed. “No.”

“Well, it-”

“Ugh, why did I even come here with you?” Naomi fumed. But as she pushed herself out of her seat, Joey caught her by the wrist and pulled her back down.

“Listen, I'm not some teenager whose job it is to run after you and apologize every he fucks anymore. As a grown ass man, I'm not even gonna let you walk away until I know how to fix whatever is wrong.”

Naomi gulped. “Well... I don't have a G-spot but,” the bashful woman leaned in to whisper, “the clit does feel good because there's nerve endings in it. There are also nerve endings in my vagina...but that can be tricky. I only get off when I'm being stroked...long and hard...but true pleasure comes from anal. As a heterosexual male, I doubt you've ever utilized your prostate, but it's like a magic button that makes you want to shout from the mountain tops. Bent over the bed..couch... counter and being pounded from behind just-”

Joey pulled the woman up out of her seat. “Fuck this movie.”

Naomi cackled and it earned the duo judgemental glares and hushes.

“You hush,” Joey snapped back. “I'm about to make this woman shout from the mountain tops!”

---

“We have to be at your daycare interview in 15 minutes and you're still not dressed,” Matt told the girl.

Clark frowned. “I am dressed.”

The man took in his daughter's disheveled appearance. “Soooo a swimming suit, leggings, sunglasses and a cape are day care appropriate?”

The girl nodded so her father shrugged. “Okay. Let me do your hair cause that's looking a lil crazy.”

Clark skipped to the bathroom, grabbed her brush and returned it to her who sighed. “You have your mother's hair color, but my hair texture. Brace yourself.”

To Clark's extreme discomfort, Matt slowly brushed through the first bit of his daughter's dark tangled hair.

“That hurtsssss,” she whined.

“I'm sorry, boo. I'm trying to be as gentle as I can.

“I like when Mommy does ittt.”

“I'm not Mommy but I'm trying,” he said before an idea hit him. “I saw this YouTube video once.” He rushed out of the room and returned shortly thereafter with the vacuum cleaner.

Clark's eyes grew wide. “Are you going to vacuum my hair?”

“....yes,” Matt said reluctantly.

His daughter stared at him as if he was insane before shrugging. “Okay.”

Matt plugged in the machine, grabbed the hose part of it and pressed the power button. The suction was so strong that it sucked up the girl's hair in a whirlwind like manner. Clark let out a blood curdling scream.

“Daddyyyy! It's trying to kill me!”

Instead of turning the machine off, Matt panicked and attempted to pull the device away from his daughter's hair.

“Owwwww!” Clark sobbed. “You're sucking out my brain through a giant straw!”

Matt finally got the sense to unplug the device and was able to free his daughter. “Are you okay, boo? I'm so sorry. I was trying to do a hack and it failed.”

“Epic fail,” Clark sniffled. “I'm supposed to be the hero! I can be getting defeated by this!” she said as she poked the vacuum.

Matt placed the vacuum in the corner. “Done. Never again. May I try doing your hair the old fashioned way now?”

Clark rubbed her eyes and reluctantly nodded.

The man brushed his daughter's hair in every direction causing the girl to frown.

“Are you trying to make me look like a mop?!”

Matt scoffed. “I'm making you look fabulous.” The man gave the girl two uneven pigtails. “Perfect.”

“Aww, I love it Daddy!”

“Good,” he chirped. “Let's go.”

Clark turned on her heel and blew a raspberry at the vacuum as she exited the room.

---

The daycare administrator gazed at the father/daughter duo who sat across from her. Matt grinned while Clark adjusted her sunglasses as she sipped on her apple juice box.

“So...Mr. Lent. You want to do a short term service?”

“Yeah, her Mom is...out of town and I can't watch her while I work.”

“Okay. Well there is a strict wardrobe policy. We do not allow bathing suits or sunglasses indoors.”

“Right,” Matt said understandably.

“And the cape most certainly has to go.”

“Whoa!” Clark shouted. “Not today, evildoer!”

“Clark,” Matt hissed. “Hush.”

“No, Daddy! I can't go to this daycare. They're  trying to cramp my style.”

The man burst into laughter. “Fair enough, boo. Let's get outta here.”

“Super Clark, out!”

---

Matt gazed around the grimy building while the  woman puffed on her cigarette and coughed. “Yeah... I run this daycare. The kids are out back eating their crackers.”

“I'm sorry, crackers?” Matt asked. “What about lunch?”

“That is lunch,” she rasped as she took another puff of her cigarette.

The man swatted a bug off of his sleeve.

“Oh, don't worry. Bug bites are common around these parts.”

“Daddy, I'm itchyyy,” Clark whined.

Matt grabbed his daughter and bolted out of the front door.

---

“It looks like I'll have to used my time off from work now instead of your birthday, boo,” Matt sighed. “But that should be fun, right?”

“Yes!�� the chocolate sauce covered girl agreed.

Matt smiled. “Let me take your picture.”

The man snapped a photo of his grinning daughter and sent it to her mother.

---

“He's testing me,” Violet hissed. “Why else would he send me a picture of this dirty child?”

“Isn't that what parents do?” Shea asked.

“I guess,” she sighed. “I have something that'll fix him. Do you have anymore ice cream?”

---

Matt looked at his phone when he received the message from his wife. The video of the woman seductively licking her ice cream cone made the man's groin tighten. Fuck, he grumbled internally.

“Clark, I gotta go to the bathroom, okay? I'll be right back.”

“Nooooo! Don't leave me all by myselffff!”

“Boo, I'm just going to pee. I'll be back.”

“Okay, I'll wait outside the door.”

Matt groaned and the statement alone was enough to be a boner killer. “Alright, I won't leave you alone.”

He sent his wife another message.

---

Violet cackled. “He said ‘why do you want to torture me? Clark's awake so I can't even properly enjoy this video 😩’. What a perv.”

“Okay, okay, send him another video with me in it,” Shea said excitedly.

---

Matt opened the responsed and let out a feeble groan when he saw Shea and Violet slowly licking opposite ends of the ice cream cone. “Fuck! What's Shea doing there?!”

Clark jumped. “Are you okay, Daddy?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Mommy and Miss Shea are on vacation together. I still don't know where, but they sent me a video.”

“Ooo, can I see?”

“No! I mean, um, no, it's just some weird thing. Pretty boring.”

The girl wrinkled her nose. “Eh,” she got out before she turning her attention back to the bowl of chocolate sauce.

---

“What'd he say?” Shea asked through her uncontrollable laughter.

“He said, 'Please don't do this to me. It's too soon for Clark to learn about the birds and bees’.”

The women cackled.

“Now it's time to make him jealous.”

---

Matt dug his nails into his thigh while he discreetly watched the videos that his wife had sent once more before another one of her kissing the cheek of some greased up local came through. “Son of a bitch.”

“Daddy, wash your mouth.”

“Sorry.”

---

“'Who the fuck is that?!’” Violet read out loud before laughing. “Thank you, Chavez,” she said to the man.

“My pleasure,” he said in his heavy accent before walking away.

“My God, if I wasn't already pregnant,” Shea said.

“Hey, hey now. That wandering eye is what got you in your situation with Danny thinking that you're a skank in the first place.”

“Heyyy,” Shea playfully whined before gently nudging the woman's arm.

Violet burst into tears.

“Oh, come on. I didn't hit you that hard.”

“Not my arm. I miss Matthewww!”

“Violet, no. You need to stay strong!”

“I don't want to stay stronggg. I want my husband,” she sniffled.

“Okay, but isn't your birthday coming up? This would be a good chance for you to get something spectacular out of him. He made you gain 42 pounds, girl. It's the least he can do.”

“I guess you're right.”

“Call him and make it hurt.”

---

“Whyyyyyy?” Clark groaned as she threw herself on the floor. “I don't want my hair done todayyyy.”

“But I have to do your hair. It's starting to get matted and-”

Clark responded by crying and thrashing on the floor.

Matt frowned. “Please don't cry, sweetheart.”

The girl ignored him as the tantrum continued. When she began to cry louder, Matt relented. “Okay, okay, Clark. How about we go to Chuck E. Cheese today?”

Clark instantly stopped the waterworks. “I wanna go to Chuck E. Cheesessss.”

“Alright. But that means I have to do your hair.”

“Can I do my own hair this time?”

“Sure. I think the last time I did it gave us both PTSD.”

Clark rushed up the stairs, into her parents room and found her mother's favorite hair products. She slaughter the expensive leave in conditioner onto her matted tresses before taking the brush to it. The girl managed to get a few knots out before pulling her hair into a sloppy ponytail. She rushed back down the stairs. “Ready, Daddy!”

“Awesome!” the man replied. “I couldn't have done it better myself.”

“Nope.” Clark rushed past him and the man got a scent of the leave-in conditioner that usually graced his wife's hair as he tugged on it in bed. Matt shook his head and cleared his mind of the X-rated memories.

“I really miss your Mom,” he admitted.

Clark disregarded the comment altogether. “Okay, I'm ready for Chuck E. Cheese.”

Ignoring me is something that Violet would do. The man's smile was soft. “Okay, let's go.”

---

Clark practically slammed her face against the glass of the crane game. “Daddy,” she gasped. “I want that squid!”

Matt approached the game. He noticed that the squid his daughter had indicated was buried underneath several other stuffed animals. “How about the unicorn, Clark? It's sitting right on top, it'll be easier to get.”

“Nooooo, the squid,” she said breathlessly. “I need it!”

“Why do you need a squid? Why not one of cute animals like the kitten or the horsie?”

“Because everyone wants the cute ones and nobody thinks about the squid so he gets left all aloneeee. But not anymore. You'll save him, right Dad?”

The man was proud of how noble his daughter was so he attempted to match it. “I'll do my best.”

“Yayyyy! You'll be out soon, Mr. Squid!”

The man placed a golden token into the machine and the bright lights signaled that it was ready. “Alright, here we go.” Matt grabbed the control and guided it over where the squid was. “It might take me a second to get the other critters off of him.”

Clark responded with an excited huff that fogged up the glass.

Matt pressed the button and lowered the crane l over the unicorn. The claw managed to grab the unicorn but only moved a few inches before dropping it.

“Ugh, so close Daddy!”

“Well I'm still just trying to clear the way so that I can get to the squid.” Matt slowly but surely put coin after coin into the machine as he removed the other animals off of his target. “This damn thing is rigged,” he grumbled for the fourth time when the crane failed to grab anything. When he finally had the squid exposed, he put in another coin, positioned the crane over the animal and smashed the button.

“Yes!” Clark cheered when the claw grabbed it, but she groaned seconds later when it was dropped. “Ughh! This is terrible.”

“This machine has personally offended me and I refuse to give it the satisfaction!” Matt shouted, earning him scared expressions from kids and judgemental looks from parents. He reached for another coin. The cup was empty. “Damn, we have to get more coins. I'll be right back. Stay there.”

The man rushed back towards the counter leaving Clark to sulk. “He’ll never get it.” The girl folded her arms and turned to walk away. Just as she did, Clark bumped into a boy. “Oww,” she groaned.

“I’m sorry,” he replied before frowning. “What's wrong?”

“You just bumped me!” she replied.

“No, before that. You looked sad.”

“Oh...my Dad can't get the squid for me.”

The boy's eyebrows furrowed. “Out of there?” he asked as he pointed at the crane game.

Clark nodded.

“Oh, that's easy.” The boy walked over to the machine, placed one of his tokens into the slot and began to navigate the crane. “Which one do you want?”

“The brown squid.”

The boy carefully positioned the crane over the squid and pressed the button just as Matt approached. The man watched with an open mouth as the claw scooped up the squid and carried it to the drop slot.

“Yayyyyyy!” Clark cheered at the top of her lungs. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Wait...he got that for you?” Matt asked.

“Yes! He's so good at this game, Daddy!”

Matt scoffed. “Here's your token back,” he said as he dropped the gold coin into the boy's hand.

The boy shrugged nonchalantly. “Thanks.”

“Alright, now beat it.”

“Do you want to play in the tunnels?” Clark asked.

Before the boy could respond, Matt interjected. “You aren't allowed to play in the tunnels.”

The girl frowned. “Why not?”

“Because I can't fit in them.”

Clark and the boy laughed.

“Oh, you think that's funny? I'm very serious ma'am. I don't want you going up there were I can't see you in order to keep the... miscreants,” he said as he shot the boy a look, “away from you.”

“Dad, he's not a mystery, he's,” she leaned in towards the boy, “what's your name?”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Matt said as he gently palmed his daughter's face. “No leaning in. No disrespecting personal space.”

The boy laughed. “My name is DJ.”

Matt scoffed. “What's that stand for? Dumb Juicebox head?”

“No, it stands for Dylan James.”

Clark gasped. “My Dad's name is Matthew James!” she said excitedly.

“Hey, hey, Clark! Don't be telling the enemy our real names. Do you know what kind of damage would be done if Lex Luthor knew Superman's secret identity?”

“But he's not the enemyyyy. He's one of us. Right?”

DJ nodded. “I have a Transformers room.”

Clark wrinkled her nose. “That's not really superheros.”

“See!” Matt exclaimed. “He doesn't even know what a real superhero is. We have nothing in common and he needs to beat it.”

The boy's mother frowned when she heard the commotion. “DJ,” she called. “Come and eat, sweetie.”

“Okay!” DJ turned to Clark. “Want some pizza?”

“Ye-”

Matt covered Clark’s mouth with his hand. “She can get her own pizza, Doctor Jaundice, okay? So just run along. Go. Shoo, shoo.”

The boy laughed. “You’re so funny,” he said before turning to make his way towards his Mom.

Clark moved her father's hand. “See you later, DJ!”

Matt tossed his daughter over his shoulder. “I’m never leaving you alone again. You are getting a leash. You are getting bars on your window. You will no longer have a lock on your door.” The man went on and on as he made his way back to the table. He ordered a cheese pizza and midway into dinner, Clark declared that she had to go to the bathroom.

“Okay, let's go.”

“Nooo, Daddy, you can't go into the girl's bathroom!”

“I'm not. I'm going to take you into the boy's wrong and keep guard while you go.”

“Ew! Mommy let's me go on my ownnn. And she said boy's bathrooms are so gross. She said that she was in there on her knees once and-”

Matt silenced the girl by stuffing pizza crust into her mouth. “Where did you hear this story?” he demanded.

Clark removed the crust from her mouth. “Mommy just said it once.”

“To you?”

She sighed. “No, Aunt Naomi.”

The man firmly poked his daughter's nose. “Stop snooping.”

“I didn'tttt. I was with them when they went into the bathroom at Saks.”

Matt cursed internally. “I'll have to remind your mother of what's appropriate to say in front of you.”

“Okay. So can I go to the bathroom?”

“Yeah. Straight there and straight back.”

Clark pushed herself out of the booth and dashed to the bathroom. She struggled to push the door open so Matt jumped out of his seat but before he could make it, a woman who was also on her way into the bathroom helped the girl. The man exhaled and decided to wait by the door.

When he heard his wife's assigned ringtone blaring out of his phone, the man nearly ripped his pants trying to get the device out of his pocket and nearly broke his finger while answering.

The man paced the floor as he spoke to his wife. So wrapped up in the conversation, he didn't notice his daughter exit the bathroom.

“Hey, Clark,” DJ said from the tunnel above her head.

“Heyy!” the girl said with a wave.

“Come on up.”

“But-” Clark looked at her father whose brow was furrowed as he continued to speak into the phone. “Okay,” she chirped. The girl rushed towards the opening of the tunnel and climbed inside.

DJ met her halfway. “Hi,” he exhaled.

“Hi,” she replied just as softly.

The boy smiled.

“Do you like Deadpool?!” Clark blurted.

---

“Hello?” Matt panted when he answered.

“Hi,” Violet said quietly.

Matt frowned because he knew that tone all too well. “What's wrong?”

“I don't feel good,” she sniffled.

“Aww, baby, how come? Morning sickness?”

“I don't knowww. I might go to the ER though.”

“Babe, where are you?” Matt demanded. “I'm going to come get you and bring you home right now.”

“No... it's okay. I'm coming home for Clark's birthday anyway.”

“Are you going to be okay to fly?”

“I don't know,” she exhaled dramatically. “But I'm going to have to be.”

“Babe, I'm so fucking sorry, like had I known a few more snacks here and there would've done this much damage, I would've never-”

“Matthew, I really don't feel good,” Violet whimpered. “I'm gonna go.”

He frowned. “Okay, well, I hope you feel better soon, baby. Please be safe. I love you.”

Violet simply hung up and was congratulated by Shea. “That was definitely designer purse worthy.”

“Thanks,” she sighed as she bundled up into the fetal position.

“You okay?”

“Nothing I said on the phone was a lie. I seriously don't feel good.”

“Oh no. You wanna go to the hospital?”

“Not quite. Just let me nap for a little bit.” Violet winced as she pushed herself off of the lounge chair and that's when she saw the small puddle of blood that'd pooled underneath her.

“Oh my God!” Shea exclaimed.

“What's the Bahamian number for 911?!”

---

When Violet hung up the phone, Matt groaned as he wiped his face with both hands. The man returned to the door of the women's bathroom and proceeded to wait for his daughter. He gave a friendly smile to every female that entered and exited the bathroom, unaware of just how creepy he looked.

He checked his watch. “She's been in there way too long.” The man didn't want to open the door to the women's bathroom so he cleared his throat and planned to ask the next girl that approached to look for him.

A ten year old skipped to the door.

“Hey, you,” Matt said. “Will you do me a favor?”

The question caught the attention of a woman walking by. She immediately reported the suspicious behavior to the Chuck E. Cheese security.”

“Umm...what?” the girl asked.

“Will you see if my daughter is in there? She's about this tall. Has black hair that's in a pretty messy ponytail and she's wearing a pink Justice League shirt and just plain jeans. Do me a favor and look, please? I'll give you tokens or candy for your trouble.”

“Alright, I'll look,” the girl said as she entered the bathroom.

“Thanks,” Matt replied when he noticed the security guard approaching him.

“Sir, we've received a few complaints. May I ask you why you're standing by the women's bathroom?”

Matt scoffed. “Why do you think? I'm waiting for my daughter.”

“You've been here for about five minutes. Would you like a female employee to see if she's in there for you?”

“No, I'd like for you to leave me alone and stop trying to peg me as some predator or something.”

The ten year old exited the bathroom. “She's not in here. Can I have my candy now?”

Security grabbed Matt by the shirt but the man snatched away and burst into the woman's bathroom. The current occupants shrieked in horror.

“Clark?!”

The only response was the female population demanding that he get out of their bathroom.

“Okay, buddy it's time to go,” security ordered as he grabbed the man.

Matt shoved him away. “Not until I find my fucking kid! Clark!”

Clark peaked out of the air hole in the tunnel. “Hi, Daddy!”

The man groaned. “What are you doing up there, boo? I thought you were in the bathroom.”

“I was but now I'm up here,” she chirped.

“Well, get down here, please.”

“Nooooo, I'm having fun with DJ.”

Matt’s face quickly began to resemble a furnace. “Clark Christine Lent, get your little butt down here, now,” he ordered in his stern voice.

“He's turning into the Incredible Hulk!” DJ shouted. “Let's hide, Clark!”

With a playful giggle, Clark traveled further into the tunnel after the boy.

“Clark!” Matt shouted.

“Sir, we could have one of the employees go in after her,” security suggested.

“Nobody's gonna lay a hand on my kid. I'll get her myself.” Matt made his way to the small opening of the tunnel, took a deep breath and-

*10 minutes later*

“Don't worry, Sir. We'll get you out in no time, the emergency responder replied.

“Thank you,” Matt said, voice echoing in the tunnel that he was stuck in.

“Daddy, you look like a moleman,” Clark said with giggle as she poked his nose.

“Yeah, a squished moleman,” DJ replied as he did the same.

Matt snapped at the boy's finger with his mouth. “Don't touch me you little troll. You lured my daughter up here.”

“Daddy, he didn't lure me. I-”

“Clark, please don't talk to me right now,” her father interjected. “It's really hot up here. There's a limited supply of air and thinking of punishment ideas for you is wearing me out.”

Clark frowned. “Punishment?! Whyyyyyy?”

“Because you deliberately disobeyed me!”

DJ giggled. “Lion King,” he snickered.

“I swear to God, I'm gonna,” Matt snarled as he used his free hand to attempt to grab the boy.

DJ was too fast for the lodged man. “Ahhh! Mommy!”

The boy's mother quickly came to his defense, jabbing Matt in the leg. “Ow!”

“Leave my kid alone, you creep!”

“Tell your son to stop being an annoying little pervert!”

“Says the man who's stuck in the tunnel meant for children. DJ go to the other end until they get this Bill Cosby wannabe out of the exit.”

The boy began to move but then stopped and turned to Clark. “You coming?”

“Yeah,” Clark said before hesitating. She turned to her father. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Of course I won't be okay! You're following this little chump around like a lost puppy and you aren't even a teenager yet! That terrifies me.”

“Aww, don't be scared, Dad. I'm just a little woman.”

Matt's lungs began to constrict at the thought of his daughter being the 'W’ word. “No you're not, Clark. You're my baby.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I'm not a baby, Lord Tater Tots is a baby.”

“I know, but you're still my baby. You'll always be my little baby, boo.”

The girl wrapped her hands around her father's head. It made it even more difficult for Matt to breathe but he didn't mind.

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Pumpkin. You're still in big trouble.”

The girl's face fell but before she could protest, Violet's signature tone began to ring from his pocket. With his free hand, the man quickly pulled the device from his pocket, and since he couldn't reach his ear, he placed the phone against the plastic of the tunnel.

“Hi, honey!”

“Hey,” Shea's voice replied.

“What the-” the man wanted to double check the caller ID but being shoulder deep into the tunnel with one free hand made it impossible. He huffed. “What's up? Why are you calling from Violet's phone?”

“You sound so muffled, I can barely hear you.”

“I'm stuck in the tunnel at Chuck E. Cheese!”

“Huh?”

“You kno-”

An emergency responder grabbed the man's phone. “I'll talk if that's okay.”

“Sure,” Matt sighed. “But don't go into my photos,” he warned.

“Hello, this is Chad with the Brooklyn fire department. He's stuck in the tunnel at the Chuck E. Cheese on 28th and isn't really able to talk right now, but we're doing our best to release him...uh huh...uh huh...um, no ma'am, I'm not allowed to send you a video.”

“Oh, pfff, this is definitely going on YouTube and Facebook,” DJ's Mom said as she filmed.

“Uh huh...oh okay... I'll tell him. Thank you...bye bye.” The first responder hung up and cleared his throat. “She said that you should probably fly out to the Bahamas. Your wife in the hospital.”

“What?! Why?!”

“According to the caller, she was experiencing so bleeding that was a definite cause for concern.”

“Shit,” Matt fumed as he attempted to remove himself from the tunnel.

“Sir, I really don't recommend that you do that. You can really-”

“Fuckkkkk!” Matt shouted as he dislocated his shoulder.

“...hurt yourself.”

With a limp shoulder, the man was able to pull himself out of the tunnel. The first responder quickly went into action and popped the joint back into its socket.

“Oh fuck me with a cactus,” Matt groaned.

“You might want to have a doctor look at that arm.”

Matt didn't respond as he grabbed his phone and quickly called Shea back.

“Hello?”

“Shea, tell me what's going on,” he demanded.

“You’re out of the tunnel? Yayyy.”

“Shea!”

“Okay, okay. Violet was bleeding. Not a lot, a lot but definitely enough that signals a baby in distress.”

“Distress?! What the fuck does that mean Shea?!”

“I don't know, Matty. I hope it's nothing too serious.  I've yet to be told anything, probably because I'm not family but I think they think that we're some weird, pregnant lesbian couple.”

Matt groaned out. “Shea, where are you guys? Text me the address and I'll try to be out there as soon as I can.”

“Okay.”

He hung up.

“What's wrong, Daddy?” Clark asked as she climbed out of the tunnel.

“We have to get on a plane to go see Mommy and Lord Tater Tots.”

“Lord Tater Tots is born?!”

“Not quite, but Mommy is hurting and they need to make sure Lord Tater Tots is okay.”

Clark jumped out of the tunnel. “Oh.. well what are we waiting for?! Let's go!”

“Clark, where are you going?” DJ asked.

“That’s super Clark to you, and I have to go save my family!”

The girl stormed towards the exit while Matt turned to blow the boy a raspberry before following his daughter out of Chuck E. Cheese.

---

The Bahamas, Matt thought as he stared down at the only stamp that he had in his passport. The trip to Paris was a surprise that he'd given his wife for her 29th birthday but she refused to go without him. With her 30th birthday right around the corner, the memory made the man grin now more than ever.

---

1 year earlier

“But it's my birthday, Matthewwww,” Violet whined.

“I know it's your birthday, woman. Do you not recall just opening an envelope with three tickets to 'The Parisian Experience’? That includes flights, hotels and access to all things that make Paris fancy...like that Rifle Tower.”

“Yes and I love it so much but I want you to go.”

Matt only hesitated for a second before declining. “There's three tickets so that you can go with your friends.”

“Matthew, Paris is romantic as fuck. And unless you want me to fuck my friend's then I suggest that you go with me.”

He thought long and hard. “Well...if you record you and your friends, I-”

Violet laughed as she tossed a pillow at her boyfriend's head. “Perv. But pleaseeee, Matthewwww.” The woman crawled into her husband's lap so he wrapped his hands around her small frame. “Please?”

When she got like this, Matt knew that he couldn't say no to Violet as she used her tawny brown eyes and pouty lips as weapons. The man cleared his throat. “My only hesitation…”

“Oh! It's the plane isn't it? Aww, baby I totally forgot that you were afraid of flying.”

“Hey, hey now. I'm not afraid, that shit just doesn't make sense! How can a two hundred ton machine fly but I can't? It's like witchcraft that I want no parts of.”

The woman laughed. “Matthewwww. Planes have massive engines that carry the two hundred tons. It's science, not witchcraft.”

“Well, I do love science. And I do love you, so if you really, reallyyyy want me to go to Paris with you, I will.”

“Yay!” Violet kissed the man and pushed herself off of his lap. “Let's packkk.”

“Oh, oh, oh, okay, so you wanna leave tonight?” Matt teasingly challenged.

“Oh no, sweetheart, I wanna leave right now.”

“Right now?”

“Mhmm.”

The duo collided in a passionate embrace just as Clark's voice rang out over the walkie talkie. “I washed my hands after my big poop!” the girl announced.

“That totally didn't kill my boner,” Matt assured, “we can still-”

“No,” Violet said as she retrieved the device from the nightstand. “Alright, sweetheart. Aunt Naomi should be here any minute. Daddy and I are packing for our trip.”

Clark frowned. “Why can't I go?”

“Because we're going to be doing Mommy and Daddy stuff,” Violet replied.

“Like kiss?” Clark said with a giggle.

“Yes,” her mother taunted. “Just like this,” she said as she scooped her daughter into her arms and kissed her all over her hair and cheeks.

“Ewww! Gross,” Clark declared through hearty laughter.

“That’s exactly why you can't go,” Violet said. “Your parents are so gross.”

“Yeah,” the girl agreed. “I hope you have fun! Bring me presents!”

“Wait, why do you get presents on my birthday?” Violet asked.

“Because mine is in a couple of days!” Clark cheered before sprinting out of the room.

“She has a point,” Matt said.

“I don't care about her points. Tonight is all about me,” Violet practically growled as she pulled her boyfriend into a passionate kiss.

---

Matt nervously stared out the small airplane window. “It's not possible, I tell ya. It's just not possible.”

“Babe, are you really going to stare out of the window for 7 hours?” Violet asked.

The man turned to look at her. “Well, what did you have in mind?”

Violet made a face.

*5 minutes later*

“Oh, my God look at her shoes,” Violet whispered, judging the coach passengers as they boarded the airplane. “How dare she wear knock off Jimmy Choo’s on this flight?”

“That's beyond disrespectful,” Matt replied. “Oh,babe, look. White after Labor Day.”

“He should totally be ashamed of himself.”

The couple laughed and toasted over their complimentary glass of champagne that was given to first class passengers. It wasn't the best of ideas, but the duo ordered more and more liquor as a treat to themselves since they hardly ever drank around their daughter. By the time they exited the plane and made it to their hotel room, neither could walk a straight line.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Matt slurred as he attempted to open the door while Violet held onto him koala bear style while she assaulted his neck with sloppy kisses. “Oooo, got it.” The couple toppled into the room and cackled as they stammered to the bed.

“Matthewwww, this is like when we first metttt,” Violet slurred. “But wear a condom this time please.”

He frowned. “Whyyyy?”

“Because I don't want no more babiessss.”

“Okay,” he hiccupped. “But you're my baby so now what?”

“So, fuck me!” Violet ordered.

“Yes, ma'am, birthday womannn,” Matt slurred as he attempted to remove his shirt, but pulling it over his head made the man topple over.

Violet cackled. “You okayyy?”

“Yeah, but I can't get up. Come down here.”

“No, Matthewwww.”

The man grabbed his girlfriend by the ankle and began to pull her off of the bed towards him.

“Matthewwww,” she squealed as she collapsed on top of her lover.

“I told you to get your ass down here.” Matt kissed the woman's nose. “God, you look like a double bacon cheeseburger with extra mayo right now.”

Violet laughed so hard that she snorted.

“And you have a voice more beautiful than Cinderella.”

“Awww.” Violet placed a passionate kiss on her boyfriend's lips before the man pushed her off and rushed into the bathroom.

“Oww,” Violet whimpered. “Babeee, are you throwing up?”

Matt responded with a retch.

Violet's own stomach began to churn so the woman rushed into the bathroom and since the toilet was currently occupied, she vomited into the sink.

“Happy birthday,” Matt groaned before spewing my chunks.

“Shut uppppp,” Violet whined. “Your throw up is making me throw uppp.”

Matt reached over and grabbed his girlfriend's hand, holding it tight as they both continued to vomit.

---

“Good times,” Matt mumbled to himself as they stamped his and Clark's passports.

The sleeping girl was draped delicately over his shoulder. He was grateful that the trip to Chuck E. Cheese had worn her out, allowing him to get through the airport and customs without issue.

When he arrived at the hospital, he met Shea in the lobby and handed Clark over to her.

“Where is Violet?” he asked.

“Down the hall and to the left.”

Matt sprinted to the room and burst in. “Baby, I-” The man froze when he saw his wife cradling their baby's bloody corpse.

Violet looked up at him and smiled. “Hi, honey. Say hello to Lord Tater Tots.”

Matt's throat immediately closed and he clawed at the skin of his neck in order to catch a breath.

“Matt, hold your baby!” Violet shouted. When the corpse began to cry, the man's vision went black.

---

Matt's flinching in the small hospital lobby chair shook the man awake. He glanced around and saw the sleeping Shea holding the knocked out Clark. “What the…”

“Mr. Lent?” a nurse with a clipboard asked.

“Y-Yes?”

“Your wife is ready to see you now.”

Matt reluctantly pushed himself out of his seat and slowly followed the woman towards Violet's room. Unsure of what he'd see when he passed that threshold, Matt said a silent prayer, held his breath and entered.

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The Joker x Reader x Harvey Dent - “Ministry of Villainy and Chaos”

Before they are unleashed upon the world, all villains must pass the final review from the Ministry of Villainy and Chaos. Meetings are held twice a week and there’s no skipping. Tasks are assigned and they all must be completed, otherwise one will never be an awesome “bad guy.”

You are taking care of the two most promising rising stars: The Joker and Harvey Dent. You sure hope they will both pass because they are your personal favorites and man, they will do a lot of good out there! Cross that out: they will do a lot of evil out there. You walk around your office, carefully studying them and finally take a sit on your glass desk.

“Ok, guys, did you come up with a cool nickname for yourselves? J, what have you got?”

“The Jester of Gotham!” he grins, winking at you.

“NO!” you cut him off, playing with your hair. “And stop flirting. Try again.”

“Mister Disaster.”

“That’s even worse than the first one.” He scoffs. “Try harder.”

“The Clown Prince of Crime?”

“You’re not that funny” (J frowns) but I really like this one. You could also use King of Gotham, just a suggestion; it’s not taken yet,” you adjust your eyeglasses, writing down “pass” for the Joker on this week’s assignment.

“I like it, sweetheart,” he licks his lips, winking again.

“Stop flirting I said or I’ll drop you and you’ll have to start all over again!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he playfully agrees, putting his legs up on the marble coffee table in front of him.

“Harvey, did you come up with something?”

“Ummm…Harvey…Dent?”

“That’s your name, senator, you need something else,” you roll your eyes, aggravated. “You’re lucky I like you, you have until next session to find your nickname. I’m on vacation next week so you have time. Next task is to come up with a defining physical look. See you guys when I come back.”

**********************

They are already in the office when you arrive. They both get up to meet you and you gasp in awe, shocked with admiration: Harvey Dent is missing half a face and you stop in front of him, touching the scars as the Joker snarls, unhappy.

“Wow, Harvey, this is awesome! I love it! A+, definitely A+, no doubt about it! Wow,” you mutter again, mesmerized. “Did you do it yourself?”

“Hell, no, I wish I would have come up with the idea; it was done to me,” he admits because he can’t lie.

“I’m so proud of you, I absolutely love it,” you finally detach yourself from his face and go to The Joker, your eyes getting big when you finally notice the details in his change. “Oh, my God, this is…this is unbelievable!” you caress his soft, now very pale face, and he purrs, excited. “A+ also, incredible! Goes well with your tattoos and green hair, genius strike! It makes your blue eyes stand out.”

“Did you hear that Dent? I’m a genius,” J boasts towards his adversary who gives him a dirty look.

“Did you do it yourself?” you inquire, tracing his jaw line with your finger, smitten without realizing it.

“Nope, it was done to me also; Ace Chemicals, I was pushed in a vat against my will.”

“Awww,” you tilt your head, pouting. “But it all worked out, right? Both pass, amazing work!”

“I’m glad you like it, honey,” J snarls, pecking your wrist since your hand is still on his face.

“Stop flirting,” you admonish him, letting go and grabbing your papers, writing down comments on the amazing transformation they pulled off. “Harvey, did you find a nick name?” you lift your eyes for a second.

“Two Face,” he cracks his shoulders, proud of the finding.

“Sooo damn appropriate! Pass, senator!” you giggle, excited your two favorites are doing so great. “Next time I see you guys you gotta kidnap someone important for me.”

**********************

You enter the first sound proof room with The Joker and Dent.

“Ahhhh,” you squeal like a school girl when you see who Harvey got. “The newly promoted Commissar Gordon! Oh, Senator, you knew he’s my favorite?!”

“Of course, Miss Y/N, I wanted to pass this damn task,” he smiles, flipping his coin.

“Hello, Gordon,” you go in front of his chair where he is tight up with a gag in his mouth. “Oh, don’t worry, nobody’s going to hurt you under my watch. You’re my personal good guy favorite, so incorruptible. We need people like you to make it fun for us,” you kick his chair, amused and delighted in the same time. “I heard the wife is pregnant, what are you having, boy or girl?” He mumbles something, struggling to escape. “Stop it, Mr. G, we’ll let you go shortly. I’ll send flowers when the happy event occurs; I hope the boys won’t put any explosives in there,” you crinkle your nose, praying for the best for his sake.

You step up in the hallway to go to J’s room. “Oh, you so pass on this one, Harvey! God, I love Gordon,” you sigh, opening the door and find yourself in front of something strange.

“Who is this, J ??!!”

You point towards the dude strapped on the chair with the weird outfit on.

“This, my lovely…”

“Stop flirting,“ you interrupt and he rolls his eyes, continuing: “…is the new guy they are talking about all over the news, Gotham’s vigilante, The Batman.”

“Really?” you go and sit in Batsy’s lap, staring at his mask. “Oh, honey, please stop wearing spandex if you want us to take you seriously, OK?” you tilt your head, taking a deep breath. “I think you have potential, just find a new outfit, something…amazing. I would love to see you wearing something cool, it sure feels like you work out,” you squeeze his biceps, quite impressed. He mutters with his gag on and you kiss his cheek, getting up. “Don’t worry, we’ll let you go here shortly. Great job, J, also pass. Hey, no!” you slap the Joker’s hand when he tries to take off Batsy’s mask. “You know the rule, we don’t do that here. You can do it after you’re out there on your own and you catch him again, OK?”

“Ok, baby, “ he roars your way and you shake your head.

“Stop flirting I said, do you really want me to drop you?!”

“No, sir…ma’am, “ he chuckles, opening the door for you.

You walk in front of them towards your office again.

“Next week’s task is to find your own distinctive style you guys. Good luck!”

**************************** “OK, Harvey, what are you going for?” you sniffle as you watch him getting up from his seat, wearing a very nice suit.

“I am going for the classic, elegant style,” he proudly states, turning around so you can observe better.

“Nice, senator, nice! We need someone with elegance and charm out there,” you agree, marking “pass” in his papers and he sits down, lifting his eyebrows towards his opponent, full of himself.

The Joker grinds his silver teeth, unimpressed.

“J, what are you going for?”

“Gangster style,” he widely smirks, getting up now and slowly turning around so you can notice everything.

“We didn’t have any good gangsters lately. Are you going to button your shirt?”

“Highly doubt it, people need to see my awesome physique, I don’t work out like crazy for nothing.”

“Hmmm, I like the gold chains, are they heavy?”

“Not too bad, wanna feel them for yourself, Doll?” and without waiting for an answer he grabs you hand and places it on his chains, then slowly moves it down on his abs, giving you that devilish Casanova look you kind of like on him.

“E-hem,” you fakely cough, enjoying feeling his soft skin.“ Stop flirting!” and you take your hand away, not before you unconsciously trace his JOKER tattoo for a few more seconds.

“Yes, ma’am,” he winks, happy to see the disapproving glare Dent gives him.

“E-hem,” you cough again, taking notes. “For next time you have to blow up something important. Both pass, by the way.”

**************************

“Senator, what did you blow up?”

“Gotham’s police station!”

“Jesus, was Gordon inside?!” you jump from your desk, scared.

“No, no, of course not, I made sure he wasn’t.” “Oh, thank God,” you exhale in relief. “I really like that dude, too bad he’s on the wrong side. Pass, senator,” you scribble on his chart.

“ J?”

“I blew up The Wayne Mansion.”

“Huh?! Why? How is that important?” you ask, debating if he should pass on this one or not.

“Bruce Wayne is a narcissistic, rich prick and for some reason he gets on my nerves. Wealthy bastards need to know we are after their fortune, Gotham doesn’t belong to them. No one is safe,” he concludes his presentation, surprised you didn’t get it.

“Well, that makes sense, I guess, “ you narrow your eyes, thinking. “Pass. Next week you have to show me some smooth moves on your seduction skills. You will sometimes need them to ensure your success.”

You can’t help but notice the smug look on both their faces.

***************************

“Harvey, you first.”

He gets up, comes over and kisses your hand, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Enchante, Miss Y/N,” and he kisses your hand again.

“Wow, Mister Dent, you are so charming and I am crazy about French! Pass!” you declare, not wanting to let go. “So smooth, just lovely, magnificent job!” you keep on praising him to The Joker’s dismay.

“J, what have you got?”

He mumbles something not very nice towards the senator, comes in front of you and starts purring.

“You want Daddy to give you something you’ll never forget?” he pulls down on your bottom lip with his thumb. “Daddy knows how to make you happy, you naughty girl,” he brings his face closer to yours and you gulp.

“Ummm, what e-exactly are you going for?” you stammer for a second, trying to control yourself. Jeez, he got intense.

“Seductive gangsta style, you like it, Kitten?” he bites his lips, staring at yours. “Yes, pass!” you yank your head away and go sit at your desk, trying to gain composure before they both notice how flustered you are.

“Oh, goody,” he snickers, confident on his skills now. He stretches in front of Harvey on purpose. “I’m soooo good.”

Harvey gives him the finger and J groans towards him, annoyed.

“OK, gentlemen, next time I see you I will just have to sign your certificates and you will be ready to get out there and start mayhem.”

*****************************

You and The Joker got there first and now he’s holding you in his arms, his hands all over you..

“Last night was great, Princess, am I going to see you again tonight?”

“Maybe…” you giggle, kissing him.

“Daddy would love to…”  

You notice Harvey coming in and you take a step back, slapping J as hard as you can: “Stop flirting or I’ll drop you!”

“What the…?” he moves his jaw sideways, surprised.

“Serves you right!” Harvey starts laughing and The Joker realizes why you did it.

“Yeah, I’m a flirt, can’t help it,” he grunts, rubbing his cheek.

You try to make it short because you feel uncomfortable you almost got busted.

“Here are your signed certificates, congratulations to both, now go out there and make us proud!”

“Thank you, Miss Y/N, “ Dent comes and kisses you hand again, ready to turn Gotham upside down and then he exits your office, not before he “accidentally” bumps into The Joker:

“Excuse me, sir,” he huffs.

“You’re excused,” J mumbles, irritated.

“Here’s your certificate,” you hand it over to him to distract him from his murderous intent towards Harvey and he immediately looks excited.

“Listen, Doll, I need a Queen, it’s an emergency, I wanna start shit tonight. Can’t show my face out there alone with just my men. It would be inappropriate for The King Of Gotham and I don’t have time to search around.  Are you interested?” he gropes you, yanking you in his arms again.

“What do you have to offer?” you whisper, getting lost in his blue eyes.

“What I offered last night,” he kisses you roughly , “and everything else you want, sky’s the limit.”

“Well, if it’s an emergency…” you pretend to debate, “ I guess I have to help.”

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When You Need Me, I’ll Be There

Soooo it’s been a while but I have a fic.

PROMPT: Emma goes to a high school reunion with Killian where he finds out Emma had been bullied quite severely so they go to face it together.

The link is https://archiveofourown.org/works/10923549 if you would like to read it on AO3 and I’ll post it just under this.

I don't own anything, I do not own the cast, characters and/ or the plot of the show, that all belongs to ABC and Adam and Eddie; I am just a faithful watcher. I was also deeply saddened to hear of Emilie, Jen, Josh, Ginny, Jared and Bex's departures from the show, but I think they're going to create something great and I do love Colin so much so I'm very glad he's staying. I also adore Andrew West; ever since he was on The Walking Dead I have loved him so I'm very excited to see how he and little Alison will do.

But, as always Captain Swan will always be remembered for me and I hope that the show lets them keep their very deserved happy ending.

When you need me I'll be there

3rd Person

Emma huffs softly at the sight of herself in the hotel mirror.

The knee length black dress that she had brought for the occasion she was going to clung to her in all the wrong ways, and the heels she wore to match made her feet ache in ways she couldn't have imagined. However, this wasn't about her-

(Okay, maybe it was just a little bit.)

-This was about changing opinions, making everyone see her as she is now.

Killian is lying on their hotel bed, playing with his phone, his hook in his overnight bag while his fake hand is in its place. He doesn't enjoy being in New York, not since his last journey's there. However, two months ago when his wife had approached him with puppy dog eyes and the promise that she'd finally clean the storage cupboard with him was too impossible to deny.

Apparently, she has one of those 'school reunion' things or so she said and despite the fact that everything about her demeanor at the time had screamed that she didn't want to go to it, she'd begged him to. That's something he didn't understand.

However, after a quick chat with his mother and father in law, he was informed that his lovely wife wanted to show off. He knew that Emma didn't have much as a child, so he didn't mention the fact he knew she wanted everyone to be jealous of her now quite-spiffing life.

Hearing Emma groan again makes him sit up, quirking an eyebrow at the sight of her. She looks beautiful, as she always has and always will to him, but she also looks very uncomfortable and quite put out. "You alright, love?" He queries softly.

Emma glares a little at him, crossing her arms. "You." She bites out, before gesturing at her abdomen, where the dress clung to her tiny bump, evidence of their true love sitting proudly inside her. "Did this, do you see?"

"That you're pregnant, yes, Swan, I do see." He stands, walking to her slowly like a hunter who doesn't want to spook a deer. "Is that bad?"

Emma pouts, laying her hand on her slightly protruding stomach, turning so that he can see that the zip of her dress is half way up. "My dress doesn't fit anymore, my feet hurt and I couldn't be any more obviously pregnant." She states simply and Killian pulls her into his arms gently.

"I think you look beautiful and there are quite literally seven dresses for you to choose from, love. Two of them being maternity dresses." He reminds her and Emma pouts.

His wife is reluctant to making the switch to maternity clothing as she claims it means she'll be officially in the 'whale stage' of her pregnancy and she doesn't want that, although their little one seems to have different ideas as she's only three months along and her bump was bigger than usual.

"But this one makes me look good." Emma shrugs, glancing into his eyes. "Get the stupid red one." She sighs and he grabs it for her, passing it to his wife gently. "It's not as sexy, but I suppose it'll do."

He kisses her gently, stroking her jaw. "Oi, you're very sexy, besides, you're my wife, and I don't think I want to fight those men for you." He jokes, pressing a kiss to her cheek before sauntering off back to the bed.

"Just pull out your hook, that'll scare them off." She smiles softly before getting changed.

Emma had ended up choosing the red dress, mainly because it was one of the only ones that fit and it didn't make her look like she was wearing a bin bag like she thought the gray one did. Since the pain in her feet became quickly unbearable within ten minutes, she was now in a pair of flats, so she was in quite the sour mood when they walked into her old school building.

At first, she had pointed out her old locker, noticing it still had the tiny E she had carved with a penknife as a grumpy teen, then her old gym room where she'd constantly truant lessons and watch them from a hidden corner while laughing.

However, as lovely as it was that she was telling him these stories, Killian never heard a friends name in them, not one. "Swan, as much as I love this, what did you and your friends do around here?" He asks curiously and Emma just looks ahead of her.

With a shrug, Emma chews her bottom lip. "Nothing much, messed around, stupid stuff as friends do, but anyway, I used to hang out of that window and climb down onto the roof and then I could break out of school." She explains and Killian stops, leaning on a locker with a small but knowing frown.

"You didn't have any, did you, love?" He asks softly and she shakes her head, looking away. "You hate this place… yet you're telling me stories and it doesn't sound awful-"

"It is when you have to break out of school just because of people bullying you." She states harshly, going to sit on a bench nearby, glancing at the hall in which they're supposed to be in. "I was the new, weird, kid with glasses who was too skinny."

With a sigh, Killian goes to sit next to her. "Swan…I'm sorry." He whispers. "I know what it's like to get picked on."

She nods slowly, he's told her about how the kids at school would beat him up just for the hell of it until his father took them away and sold them into slavery where he was bullied every day no matter what, having no safe haven.

"It just sucks being back here," Emma states, biting her lip. "I came here and joined all these clubs, I made the hockey team and I did cross country, I was a really big athlete." She sighs. "But then kids picked on me for my hand me down clothes at cross country so I quit, and when I made Captain in hockey they all hated me, one girl even hit me in the eye with a puck, so I quit that." Emma looks away. "I was the kid that loved English, I loved learning, and I even liked Science."

"What made you stop?" He asks curiously.

"The boys picked on me, called me names, the girls were just as bad, if not worse. One of them even pretended to be my friend, learned all my secrets, but one night we had a sleepover and she put gum in my hair so I had to have it cut off, which meant I was then made fun of even more." Emma tells him, looking away with a sigh.

"That's not it though…" Killian whispers, he knows her, something else happened.

"She then told the entire school my secrets, including this guy I had a crush on, who then told me he liked me, but it was all just a ruse because he got me to send…photos that I shouldn't have."

Killian's eyes widen a little. "Oh…"

"He then showed them to everyone but said he didn't mean to and I was so stupid I believed him, but then he lifted up my skirt in the hall and everyone called me a slut, whore, anything you can think of really." Emma blinks away tears, sniffling as he pulls her close, wanting to kill whoever did that to her.

"Swan…I can't believe someone would do that to you." He whispers, hiding the anger from his tone as he strokes her back slowly, letting her cry into his chest a little. "Why the hell would you come back here?"

She buries her face into his chest a little before sighing and looking up at him, letting him wipe away her tears with his thumb. "To show them I'm not that girl anymore." She admits, stroking his chest, relieved (not for the first time) that his chest hair pokes out from his shirt and ever-so-gentleman-looking waistcoat.

"Of course you're not that girl, you never were, and you're not any of the things those idiots said to you, Swan. Nor will you ever be."

She hesitates, just like every time, calling herself Jones as she knows she'll always stay being his Swan. "I just want them to see that I'm a completely different Emma. I'm married to the love of my life, we have our Henry and I know my parents and I'm pregnant. I want them to know I do have it all. I have the house and the family, the children. "

The small smile he offers is enough to make her swoon but she continues.

"I have the perfect husband, the perfect son, perfect home, we even have the freaking dog and white picket fence!"

With a chuckle, Killian nods, kissing her gently, nuzzling her nose before pulling away. "Then lets us go show them, love. I'm more than happy to show off Emma Jones and kick that man's arse." He states, before thinking. "But is he a big guy cause it's been a few years and I might need my hook?" He jokes.

"Shut up." She giggles, kissing him again.

Walking into the hall, hand in hand like usual, Emma feels slightly lighter after sharing her secrets with him, as she always does. They walk up to the table with all the name tags on it, searching for hers quickly but can't find it so she asks one of the ladies at the table. "Hi, sorry but I can't seem to find my name, I did say I was coming."

The women, who Emma recognizes immediately, quickly look at her. "And you are?" They ask, so Emma sighs.

"Emma Jones, but I used to be Emma Swan." She explains, keeping her calm, despite being offended they don't remember her. "I remember emailing back, but apparently it must not have sent or whatever but-"

"Oh my god, wait! Emma Swan?" One of them asks, smirking softly, leaning back in her chair. "You actually came?" When Emma nods, she laughs chirpily. "Wow…now that does surprise me considering how you used to be, very flighty, I wouldn't have expected you'd come back to, what was it you said to me once, the armpit of the US?"

With a cough, Emma leans on her husband's side gently. "Well, uh, I'm here, so…do I have a nametag or not?" She offers her a smile and the woman takes a nametag with Emma Swan written on it.

"Sorry, forgot you were married." She states, smirking softly as she passes it to the blonde, who just steals her pen and crosses out Swan to write Jones instead.

"Sorry." She points at the woman's ringless finger. "Forgot you were still single." She throws her pen back at her before taking Killian's hand and walking around the hall, breathing slowly. "God I hated her in high school, although it's nice to see she's had no changes."

"Except for the bleach blonde hair?" Killian glances at the woman and Emma nods, giggling softly. "Looks rather like a rats den, if you ask me."

With a hum, Emma links her arm with her husbands just as someone knocks into her, making her free hand fly to her small bump carefully. "Hey, watch-" She pauses when she looks up to see the man who crashed into her. "It." She finishes, glaring.

In front of her stood the reason she always ran away, the reason she skipped school and didn't get the grades she wanted since she was never there. "Chris Myers," Emma mumbled, her grip on her husband tightening a little.

To his credit, the man actually remembers who she is without looking at the name tag. "Emma Swan, uh, hi?" He offers her a hand but she just glares at him so he takes it back, wrinkling his nose. "Well, you're just as I remember, well… not exactly as I remember." He gives her a wink that makes her skin crawl.

Killian's jaw clenches on its own as he stares at the man. "It's Emma Jones and she's my wife." He states, guessing that this was the man that upset his Swan so much as a teen, hating him on sight. "I've heard quite the story about you…although I'm having trouble remembering your name, mate, was it uh…ah yes! Cock womble, that was it!" He exclaims gleefully, making Emma hide her smirk at the look on Chris' face. "See you later, cock womble."

With a smirk, Killian leads her away from the man who quite obviously was embarrassed.

After nearly an hour there, Emma has had several awful encounters and she's only reminded of how much she hated this place, how much they all made her hate herself.

It's not until she goes to the bathroom since she's suddenly needing it every five minutes because of their tiny, yet lovely and wonderful, the baby inside her that has decided to be an asshole today, that she hears the worst of it.

She's closed in a stall, just pulling down her dress when she hears the voices of some of her past school enemies speaking, which normally wouldn't bother her except for the fact they were speaking about her, about Killian in fact.

The girls are people she remembers as Missy James, Olivia Spencer and her old bully, the main one, the worst, Karen Clarkson. All were tall, beautiful, and slim and always had the boys all over them in high school, or from what Emma can remember before she ran away with Neal.

Missy was the nicest of the three, Emma thinks, she was never outright rude to her and even once helped her clean up her books, but the other two were the spawn of Satan, which is only confirmed by what Emma hears.

"Have you seen Emma Swan here yet?" Karen asks, looking at herself in the mirror. "She's just as…Emma as I remember, plain, irritatingly skinny, although I did notice she's got a bit of a belly on her-"

"She's pregnant," Missy states simply, shrugging. "Hardly a belly, it's nice."

"Nice?" Karen scoffs, fixing her hair. "Another Emma in the world, God help us all. I mean…what did she even expect out of this reunion? That we'd all see her pregnant and feel bad for what we did? We didn't even do anything wrong! It was just fun!" She laughs to herself.

"You locked her in a storage room until she had a panic attack." Missy points out, frowning. "You're lucky she didn't report you!"

Karen scoffs while Olivia just smirks, both of them fussing with their hair or makeup. "Yeah, yeah, shut up. But! Did you all see who-"

"Whom," Emma whispers under her breath so they can't hear.

"-She's here with? Her husband, I know, shocking that she's married, but have you seen how hot he is?" Karen asks them with a smirk. "The brunette, kind of tall, smolder on point, blue eyes, gorgeous smile, and beard?" The other two nod.

Olivia hums. "He's hot, what does he even see in Emma? He's…him and she's, well she's her you know? He's out of this world gorgeous, could date anyone he wants, but he chose her? The school whore?"

Missy frowns but doesn't say anything as Karen laughs softly. "I know why." She states like she knows everything. "He's got a fake hand." She points out, making Emma frown.

"Why does that matter?" Missy asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, he's broken." Karen shrugs. "He's got one hand, meaning he's pretty much an invalid, who would love a guy whose only half?" She laughs softly. "I'll bet he's got some pretty ugly scars with it too, I mean only Emma would fall for that. And then he's so desperate for someone to love him that he'd take any whore."

"Karen!" Missy scolds, frowning. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Why can't you just accept that Emma may have actually passed her teens? That she fell in love with someone and they're happy? I mean, if they're happy together then it doesn't matter whether he's got one hand, which I didn't even notice! No one did!" Missy yells, making Emma feel a pang of admiration for the fact she finally stood up for her.

With a scoff, Karen pushes past her with Olivia and leaves, smirking. "Whatever."

As soon as they leave, Emma unlocks her door and steps out, wiping away her tears, and Missy looks shocked that she's there. "Hi," Emma whispers, walking to the sink to wash her hands, sniffling. "Thanks. It meant a lot that you stood up for me and Killian." She bites her lip, drying her hands.

"I'm sorry," Missy states softly, chewing her lip gently. "About what Karen said, she's just bitter because someone loves you and she's getting divorced. But she was having sex with Chris Myers so…I kind of don't blame her husband." She offers Emma her hand. "Truce?"

Emma smiles softly and takes her hand, shaking it once. "Truce. Now, what do you say we go back to my husband, whose probably pacing outside the door with worry." She lays her hand on her bump gently. "He's really protective over bean and me."

Missy laughs softly, nodding. "I can tell, I've seen his hands on your waist or the baby practically since you've been here, he looks at you like you hang the moon."

Emma blushes, nodding. "He does, I'm very lucky."

"So is he, because you look at him in the exact same way." Missy points out. "Now come on, let me meet your lovely baby daddy?"

With a giggle, Emma leads her out.

It's not until a few days later, when Emma is cuddled up into Killian on their couch, listing out baby names, that she realizes how lucky she actually is.

Karen was a bitch yes, but she did make a valid point. Killian could have anyone in the world, anyone he wants, and yet he fought for her and has stuck by her and loves her with everything in him. And it's not because they were always destined to, their love has been hard and they've fought so hard to get to where they are now, it's just because of one simple fact.

He loves her. And that's all that matters.

It doesn't matter to her that Karen said those things or that she was bullied or that she was known as the school whore, because they were just stupid teens (and now adults) who haven't taken the time to know her, didn't speak to her, didn't care about her.

But Killian does, and so it doesn't matter what they think or who they are to her or what they did to her or what they're saying behind her back or whether or not she has awful memories from it.

It doesn't matter because most of them are single and alone or divorced and are unhappy, clinging onto their status as cool in high school and not caring about others, however, Emma has Killian, she has her family.

She's not a little-lost-girl anymore because she has him, so there is something she can bring from that school reunion, something she'll remember forever and cherish the fact she knows it now.

Fuck the past.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ALEXIS MY ANGEL call me yan!gojo bc i would do ANYTHING for u ………

ALEXIS I LOVE YOUUUUU YOU’RE SO SWEET 😥😥😥😥😞😞😞😞😞 cried reading this UR APPROVAL MEANS SM i’m always chasing it to be clear but since this is ur concept i wanted to do it justice so bad 👉👈 I LOVED WRITING IT BUT I WAS NERVOUS PSHJDDJ so ur words mean the world to me!!! T_T are ur studies going well btw… are any profs giving u trouble……. asking for no particular reason………

have i ever told u that ur descriptions are beautiful. have i. i'm sure i have but i'll say it again. ur writing just makes me feel things i 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

now what if i kissed u silly 🤨🤨 ALEXIS I MELTED INTO A PUDDLE don’t do this to me ……. sniffle. u are so kind. thank u 😥😥😥😥 every time i read ur writing i am consumed by a primal need to eat it all in one bite so i can carry it w me wherever i go so i just feel so warm knowing u like mine too T_T we are holding hands in my brain always

I LOVE how u explain his thought process. the inklings of a yandere. a man that is willing to bend his morals and skirt the law because he just wants u to be happy. mwah. mwah mwah mwah. i love yan!gojo with my whole heart

I CAN’T TELL YOU HOW OVERJOYED I AM THAT THIS YAN!GOJO GETS YOUR APPROVAL that’s all i want!!!!!!!! i am in fact kicking my feet and giggling happily AND I’M SO GLAD U LIKED THE GOJO CHARACTERIZATION IN GENERAL i wanted to make him extra sickly sweet in this to get that yan contrast yk ….. he is soooo willing to bend his morals bc u are the Light of his life the center of it all!!!!!! he’s so smitten it’s crazy

not talking abt gojo but acc fuck this guy i'd be so pissed off 😭ALSO??? TEACHER!GOJO BYEEE i love canon teacher gojo ofc but making him good with kids and making him good with TODDLERS IS A WHOLE DIFFERENT THING... i just know he loves his students... i just know they cling onto his legs... i just know he yells at them when they go too high on the 5-foot rock wall bc he's a tiger parent around them... i just know he plays tag with them and pretends to get tired when he runs so they can tag him... i just know...

ALEXIS STOP STOP IT RN WHATTT ARE U DOING TO ME ,……… HE’S A TIGER PARENT HE’S A PAPA BEAR 😔😔😔😔 YOU’RE SOOOO RIGHT HE’S SO PROTECTIVE SO SWEET SO PLAYFUL ….. he sees all of them as his own kids LMAO i think he would be jealous of their parents . like wdym he can’t adopt them all… wdymmm they aren’t his….. he literally carried every single one of them for nine months </3 he would cry when they graduate i just KNOW it he’s so so sniffly and sad :(((( baby boy

get that professor OUTTA there and put me in his place tf 😭😭 why does such a horrible person get to be so up close nd personal with him ion get it 🙄🙄🙄0/10 fic if u really loved me it would've been me in his place /j

NOT THE JEALOUSY???????? 😭😭😭😭😭 okay ill keep that in mind for the knight!sugu fic pls know that any character that touches suguru is inspired by you and only you 🙏🙏🙏 all roads lead to alexis etc etc

IM GONNA HURLLL there's something so vulnerable about yan!gojo who knows what he's doing is wrong but it's all for the person he loves so it doesn't matter.. it's so tragic :( thank god this isn't an actual story bc it would not end well for him

THIS….. he’s soooo self aware maybe a lil plagued by guilt…. one line i considered putting in was (there’s nothing wrong with me. there’s nothing wrong with this.) from gojo’s pov but i figured that might be a bit too on the nose 😭😭 in my brain there’s this gap? that yan!gojo has… where he wants to protect u but also wants to be someone who deserves u. a good person. so he overcompensates for the yan tendencies in every single other area he can ….. yan!gojo core is killing a guy and then getting ur fave take out on his way back to make up for the blood on his hands <33

idk if this is intentional, but i love ur use of nicknames in this. all the classic "baby" and "honey" ones are used normally, but "angel" is only used once (other than the title!).. bc bc. guardian angels are supposed lead humans to salvation but if anything, reader unintentionally corrupted him past the point of no return, but in his eyes, the reader is an angel that he serves (an angel whose commands he follows, an angel who only represents good and light, so obviously what he's doing is justified)🙏i love it 🙏i also think it's the only nickname where he uses "my" in front of it and that just adds a whole other layer i just. wow.

ALEXIS??? U LITTLE GENIUS????? the angel motif was planned but i didn’t even realize i only made that petname possessive in tone… it’s canon now though ‼️ DISREGARD MY PREVIOUS STATEMENT ‼️ this was planned all along <333 BUT GRRRRR ALEXIS u are always so thoughtful and attentive it blows my mind!!! the angel motif ended up becoming such a central part of this fic pdhjdjd BUT U GET IT OFC U DO…. reader unintentionally corrupting him…. gojo viewing you as something almost other-worldly in how important u are… it’s like. you’re his guardian angel and he’s yours right back but in both cases it ends up twisted 😵‍💫😵‍💫

ok first of all these sentences are so beautifully written but i also love how he thinks about loving you. it's honestly 😭im kinda getting denji/makima vibes if denji/makima was a decent ship and makima was a good person yk 😭 AND I MEAN THAT WITH THE BEST OF COMPLIMENTS.. like the way the reader just controls him without even knowing, the way he would do anything (and literally everything) for the reader, etc. etc. reader's got the boy wrapped around their finger and they don't even realize i love it

SNIFFLE ALEXIS I AM HUGGING U GENTLY </3 im so glad u liked those lines they r the bread and butter of this fic tbh … BUT ALSO DENJI/MAKIMA????? ALEXIS????? I’M LOSING IT GRRRR HOW DID U KNOW I’M ILL ABT THEIR DYNAMIC…. 😞😞 no bc i can’t believe i didn’t think abt that… literally my fave example of the angel/dog dynamic….. it’s so perfect bc denji (my perfect little angel boy <33333 i kin him) isn’t malicious he’s just full of trauma and a yearning for love that he can’t satiate in a normal way :(( so he just clings to this goddess figure in his life… devoting everything to her….. it’s sooo yan!gojocore like truly you can do no wrong in his eyes. ”if my girl is wrong i will simply reshape reality so that she’s right” bf

all the orpheus/eurydice, heaven on earth, angel, the title imagery makes me want to gnaw on this fic until im left with the bones. like the reader isn't even human to him anymore. if anything, instead of guiding him to salvation, they are his salvation and i just mmm. mmmmmm. i need him

U GET IT U GET IT U GET IT U GET ITTTTTT reader is his salvation!!!!! so true!!!!!! you are all that is good!!!!!! and he’d do anything to keep ur light from dwindling out :(((( he makes me feel a little ill i’ll be honest THIS IS ALL UR FAULT ALEXIS my thoughts r filled with this silly little beast </3

ARIII IM GONNA CHOKE 😭what did reader do to him to make him this delusional i wonder.. it doesn't even matter bc this is so well written. the way he thinks he's protecting the reader, and in a small sense he is, but he keeps it a secret bc he not only KNOWS its wrong, but he also knows that the reader would be horrified/disgusted if they ever found out. and he's not as delusional to think that his actions will never come back to him either, but for reader, he'd do anything i just... i just....

alexis have i mentioned that i would do literally anything for u……. u just Get it so effortlessly i’m so happy this could get even a sliver of ur approval i am feasting on all ur words HE’S SO….. he’s soooo Sane he just doesn’t really care abt the consequences…. he’s a spider masquerading as a butterfly thinking he can trap all flies that touch you in his web but one day one of you will be tangled up in it and that’s just so :((( yan!gojo is so Doomed. he wants to be a good man so bad but he wants you to be happy even more. sniffle.

IM KISSING UR FOREHEAD AGGRESSIVELY + SPINNING U AROUND !!!!!!!! this made my whole year alexis u are so sweet to read this and to write this out it means sm to meeeee T~T AND TYSM FOR BRINGING YAN!GOJO INTO MY LIFE he made it worse <3333 i love him though. our deranged little bug boy. I LOVE U ALWAYS if u need me to threaten any prof at any given moment hmu <33

you’re an angel, i’m a dog ; satoru gojo

synopsis; an upcoming exam has been stressing you out, and satoru’s pleas for you to take care of yourself fall on deaf ears. he takes matters into his own hands.

word count; 4.3k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, yan!gojo, as far as yanderes go he’s very mild i think (im sensitive u can trust me!!), mentions of blood, implied murder (not depicted!!), he threatens your professor w a knife lol, surprisingly fluffy??, gojo is soooo lovesick & smitten, he just wants his baby to live a happy life :( is that so wrong :((, also your parents love him <33 and he calls you honey <333 ideal man.

a/n; i blacked out & when i woke up this was in my drafts… mysterious. @kissxcore here u go alexis <33 one very smitten morally gray yan!gojo just for u!! i completely lost the plot halfway through but i had a lot of fun writing this!! :33 i don’t dabble in yan content at all so it was a fun lil challenge hehe, i hope it ended up . Somewhat .. decent…

satoru thinks you deserve everything good.

”haah…”

— the sigh spills into the air, dripping with exhaustion, a palpable fatigue that has his heart clenching.

just as he feared, you’re here. again. seated on the couch, in the living room, legs crossed and framed by flimsy strings of moonlight; illuminated only by the dim light of the laptop in front of you. carding through your hair, blinking sluggishly.

another sigh. deep, exasperated — from satoru, this time. he keeps a single hand on his hip, brows furrowed in soft disappointment. 

”honey… what do you think you’re doing?”

you jolt, the sudden sound breaking you out of whatever trance you were previously in. when your gaze flits to his, craning your head to see him rest against the wall leading up to your bedroom, he thinks you look a little like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

it makes him smile. despite his disapproval.

”ah — satoru! it’s… um.” a moment passes. he can practically see the gears of your mind turning, searching for a good excuse. ”… not what it looks like?”

he clicks his tongue. ”nice try.”

then he’s walking towards you, in long strides, gliding across the room like a butterfly in search of nectar. from the sweetest flower there ever was.

even when said flower is still awake, past midnight, pulling an all-nighter despite his frequent advice not to. his very frequent, very thoughtful advice not to strain yourself until you just about pass out.

but you just won’t listen.

”’m disappointed in you, baby,” he huffs, just playful enough to ward off any genuine feelings of distress. he could never truly be disappointed in his baby. ”what did we say about studying this late, hm?”

a sheepish chuckle slips past your lips. satoru is standing in front of you, hands on his hips, raising a questioning eyebrow as you squirm. lighthearted, yes, but genuine. it makes you feel a little guilty.

”… sorry,” you breathe, closing the lid of your laptop. knowing he won’t let you stay up any longer. with the loss of light, your face becomes shrouded in darkness. ”just can’t sleep when i’m so stressed.”

at that, satoru makes a tiny noise — something worried, a little sad, from the base of his throat. a soft frown finds its way onto his lips, and he blinks the sleep away from his senses. plopping down beside you.

”i know. i’m not trying to lecture you,” he croons, reaching out to cradle the apple of your cheek. you melt into him like molten honey, easy and sweet. ”just worried. know you’re stressed.”

and he does. he does know — it’s all he’s been able to think about, these past few weeks. to his dismay, he’s even begun to grow used to this sight, used to findist you in the midst of working yourself to exhaustion. fighting the urge to sleep, slumped over your desk, or cooped up on the couch. staring into your laptop like it holds the secrets of the universe.

time and time again, he’s told you to take care of yourself. tried to coax you into relaxing, rubbing your sore shoulders and kissing the puffy skin beneath your eyes. but this exam is important — you’ve told him as much, more times than he can count. he doesn’t doubt that you’re right. 

of course you’d be stressed. he gets it.

still, though.

”but you know it’s not good, yeah? that it’ll just burn you out?” his thumb goes to smooth over the dark crescents beneath your eyes, gentle as a feather. ”we don’t want that, do we?”

you bite your lip. trapping it between your teeth. he knows you know. ”… yeah,” you admit, a flimsy little sigh on your tongue. ”it just feels easier to do this at night. don’t know why.”

”my little night owl.”

that makes you smile, a little, but it’s not enough to satisfy him. he curls an arm around your waist, and drags you into his lap; gentle, always gentle, like all that exists under your skin is made of porcelain. like the lines of your face form a string of words, a label of fragile: handle with care. he always does.

with his heartbeat by your ear, his warmth melting into yours, it’s easier to speak. a pressure on your chest that fades away. ”i’ll try not to do it again,” you murmur, biting back a soft yawn. nuzzling into his neck. ”promise. don’t wanna worry you…”

satoru softens. 

(always so good to him.)

”it’s fine, honey. i understand.” he smiles, smoothing down your spine, counting the bumps of vertebra that slide along his palm. ”don’t worry that pretty little head of yours over me, alright?”

in return for his comfort, you wriggle away, lifting your head to give him a smile. one of your many smiles, each one fervently cherished by him; the one you’re wearing now is tired, a soft curl of your lips, the kind that makes him want to lull you to sleep. just the sight alone makes the anxiety in his veins feel like a worthy investment.

he doesn’t tell you anything that could cause that joy to diminish. doesn’t tell you that he can’t sleep without you, that he can barely breathe knowing you’re this stressed all time. doesn’t tell you that he jolted awake with a sinking feeling of dread, a gaping pit in his stomach when he didn’t immediately feel the warmth of your skin against his. doesn’t tell you that he always, always assumes the worst.

satoru doesn’t tell you these things. it’s a safety measure, an act of love. a bundle of unvoiced syllables, woven into white lies, silky and sweet. tailor-made to put your aching mind at ease. 

satoru thinks you deserve everything good.

it’s a theory, of sorts, a train of thought. a hypothesis made manifest. after many years of pondering, he’s arrived at the following conclusion; you are all that’s good. therefore, it only follows that you deserve everything that’s good, all of it and more. satoru believes you deserve every single thing your little heart desires — and he’s determined to give it to you.

so he’s been worried.

it’s not that he doesn’t trust you. he knows you’ll ace the exam, knows you’ll do your very best, knows you’ll make him proud. you always do. you aren’t the problem, no, never.

he just doesn’t trust your professor. 

that unfair, stuck-up, incompetent professor who’d fail his students just for being a couple minutes late, who curates his exams to be as convoluted as humanly possible. you and your friends are starting to suspect he just likes berating people for a living. satoru knows it all, he’s heard it all, of course he has. satoru pays attention to everything, when it comes to you. he knows all about your professor, the man who’s been making your studies pure hell for the past semester.

it makes his blood boil. steady, ruminating, hot and heavy in his veins. a rivulet of lava.

(it was only a matter of time.)

satoru is a teacher too; he knows that type. one that has no business being a teacher, in the first place, one no student deserves to be subjected to. he’s met more of them in his career than he could even begin to count. the thought of one of his own students being at the mercy of someone so incompetent makes his skin itch.

and the thought of you, seated on the couch, crying and sniffling when he comes home because none of the exam questions made enough sense for you to even try —

it makes satoru want to claw his skin off.

it makes that tiny, tiny cavern in his heart extend, widen, like a maw, swallowing up his liver and lungs and sense of morality. an emptiness begging to be filled. 

there’s only one way to satiate it.

so he plants a wet kiss on your forehead, ruffles your hair, tucks you into bed and waits until you fall asleep. deep and heavy, a slumber you won’t wake up from anytime soon. he presses his lips to your forehead one more time — for good measure.

then he grabs his coat and slips outside.

the moon is visible through the window.

a thin crescent, nailed next to the dim stars, leaking a dream-like fluorescent shine; illuminating the office, so quiet he can hear those erratic breaths spill out, one by one. a heavy, heavy silence, thick enough to spread like butter over toast. 

(ah, that’s right — he forgot to buy the butter you asked for this morning. no wonder he feels so out of sorts. he’ll have to grab it on his way back.)

”who… w — what are — ?”

satoru stays silent. lips pursed, eyes keen, burning into the back of the man in front of him. close, almost chest to back, enough to have him scowling in displeasure. 

just being in his presence makes satoru feel a little sick. 

he keeps the blade pressed right beneath his adam’s apple, a silver glimmer in an office painted blue and gray. not enough to sink into his skin, but enough to have his heartbeat hammering, enough that satoru can practically feel those rapid flutters of life. brushing against his gloved hand.

he gets straight to the point. voice muffled by the fabric covering his mouth, low enough that it’s barely even audible. he’s careful, about this kind of thing. there’s a delicacy to the ill intent, something he’d be a little enamored with if it weren’t for the compass stuffed into his ribs — the compass that tells him this is wrong.

he just can’t bring himself to care.

”the upcoming exam.” his voice sends a shiver down the man’s spine. satoru can feel it. ”don’t fail a single student.”

silence. pure silence, suffocating them, tangling itself into the air. satoru can practically taste it — fear, familiar, that pang of panic. a ticking time-bomb. the knife stays pressed against warm skin, pushing, sinking, just a little, a drop of red against his pale throat. 

it’s enough to get your professor to make a little noise, one that vaguely resembles a whine. like that of a small animal, rolling over on its belly, eager to play dead. no word is spoken in reply, but he nods, just barely, a nervous tremble of his head.

satoru hums, approving. ”good.” he doesn’t loosen his grip. ”there’s a particular student i’m worried about. marked them down in the catalogue... i’m counting on you.”

another noise. a grunt of affirmation, a silent plea — satoru allows that fear to seep into his own bones, just a little, just to get a taste of it. cold on his tongue. he wonders if this is what helplessness feels like.

then he takes a step back. slow, tentative, dragging the knife with him. not before parting his lips once more. ”don’t turn around,” he warns. ”i’ll be back if there are any complications. this’ll be our little secret, hm?”

the man in front of him doesn’t say a thing. frozen in fear, paralyzed, not moving an inch. a fly trapped in his web. it’s a relief.

before he exits the room, satoru puts the final nail in the coffin. just in case. ”i happen to know what school your daughter goes to.” he waits for a flinch, and it comes almost instantly. like clockwork. “remember that.”

it’s an empty threat. your professor doesn’t know that, though. he doesn’t know that satoru knows his daughter, that he walks past her preschool almost every morning on his way to work. that she waves to him whenever he passes by, and that he makes it a point to always wave back. a little troublemaker; the rowdiest of utahime’s preschoolers. she has a bubbly laugh, and just lost one of her milk teeth. she was giddy when she showed him, a bout of giggles spilling from her lips as he cooed and ruffled her hair. 

he wouldn’t lay a finger on her. 

but your professor doesn’t know that, hasn’t got a single clue, and satoru delights in the fear that must be running through his veins. down his spine, crawling into every narrow of his skeleton, making a home for itself that he’ll never quite be able to root out.

a gulp. satoru hears it, in the quiet of nightfall, just before he shuts the door behind him. good.

the rest of the evening is a blur. satoru gets home, relieved to find you still asleep, and tucks you into his chest. makes a mental reminder to order your favorite take out tomorrow; a little reward for your hard work.

finally, he can sleep easy. knowing you’ll get what you deserve. 

three weeks later, satoru places his hand on the familiar doorknob in front of him, dragging his weight behind him. blinking sluggishly. 

there’s a sinking feeling in his chest, weighing him down — like an anchor tied to his liver. a compass, tucked between his fourth and fifth rib, one that’ll always stay lodged right there. he’s learned to grow used to it, a natural consequence, a sign that his humanity is still intact. 

that doesn’t make it any less bothersome, though.

(ridding the world of a pest shouldn’t make him feel dirty. especially when he felt nothing but contempt for the pest in question, for the way he whistled as you walked by, the words he spewed before satoru met his eye. vile. putrid. why should he feel guilty for wiping a stain off the pavement?

it does make him feel dirty, though. a sinking feeling in his chest.)

there’s nothing to be done about it. satoru swallows the unpleasant taste on his tongue, and drags the door open, closing it behind him with a softness he reserves for you alone.

and there you are.

on the couch, farther away, already looking his way — lips instantly curling up into what he knows will be a smile. this time, it’s laced with excitement. one of his personal favorites. his gaze devours the joy in your features, the glimpse he gets of your teeth, that familiar crinkle of your eyes. 

you’re smiling. at him. you smile and his world wakes up, it’s dyed in different shades of blue, it’s brimming with life and love and something too good not to kill for. you smile and everything is right, good, worth it. you smile and it's as if the blood has been washed off his hands.

suddenly, all is well again. satoru exhales a blissful little breath.

“‘m home, honey,” he grins, a light pink dusting his cheeks, hanging his coat up before turning to face you. arms wide open. “did you miss me?”

his heartbeat stutters when you practically engulf him, all giddy giggles and that perfect smile, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “mhm,” is what you chirp, pressing kisses down his collarbone, and he has to bite down on his lip to stop the shivers trailing down his spine. he tastes iron, but laps it up with a coo. sickly-sweet.

“missed you too, precious,” he purrs. “sorry i was gone for so long — had to take care of something.” 

he cups the back of your skull with his palm, large and crafted just to hold you, and marvels at how much you trust him. how you’re melting into his chest, fitting into every crevice of his heart. he wants to keep you there forever. forever and ever, always within reach, always close enough to touch. 

but he also wants you to be happy. he wants to see you run away, wherever the wind takes you, if only so he’ll get to feel you jump into his arms again, when you’ve had your fill of the world. when you come home to him, where you both belong.

satoru would never cage you in. never, never, never. he wants you to enjoy your life — confining you wouldn’t do any good, would only stifle that pretty smile he loves so dearly. he wants your world to be large, brimming with life, blooming with fervor, wants the air to be clear enough for your beautiful lungs. he couldn’t build a world for you, here, in this apartment. no matter how big or luxurious. 

so his only option is to bend the world into a kinder shape — twist and mold until it forms a path good enough for you to follow.

(it’s worth it, he knows, he’ll always know. it’s worth it to see that smile.)

“is that a new coat?” you ask, naive and innocent, and it breaks him out of his thoughts, attention wired to the lilt of your voice.

“yeah.” it’s stylish, expensive, a nice shade of black. he had to throw the last one away. this one’ll hide the stains better. “looks nice, right? i’ll get you the same one, pretty.”

“you don’t have to, toru!” you hurriedly exclaim, knowing he’ll jump at the opportunity to spoil you. “i like the one i have now!”

satoru pouts. a soft huff, right by your ear. “you don’t wanna wear matching coats?” he feigns sadness, scratching softly at your scalp, drinking up the little purrs that bubble up in your throat. 

and you giggle. you giggle and all he can think is worth it, worth it, worth it. a stained coat or two means nothing. the blood on his hands is just insurance. 

“well, when you put it like that…” you shift a little, curling your arms around his neck, breathing him in. he wonders if you can smell the cleaning detergent. “i guess i wouldn’t mind a new coat.”

and he grins. like clockwork. “right? want me to buy you new shoes while i’m at it? some jewelry?” he peppers kisses down your neck, amusement laced in his voice. “the whole store?”

again, those giggles. again and again. he laps them up like fine wine. “okay, that’s too much.”

“but you deserve it!” he whines, sickeningly sweet. sick to his stomach with love. “been working so hard, my angel.”

and, suddenly — you light up. his little firefly. brightening, inhaling a giddy breath. pulling away, a little, and he does his best to bite back the frown on his face. you’re practically beaming, sunshine personified, eyes glittering with giddy joy.

“right! i almost forgot!” 

then you’re skipping away, happily, to retrieve your phone. and he knows what you’re going to show him, but still feigns surprise when he sees the score on your exam, that perfect 100 on the screen. still makes an expression of shock that he knows will get you to laugh, still picks you up and spins you around and tells you how proud he is.

he almost, almost feels bad, seeing you smile so wide; at what you assume to be the fruits of your own labour. almost feels ashamed, knowing that perfect 100 wouldn’t exist without the knife at your professor’s throat.

but, then again, this is how it should be. those numbers are the fruits of your own labour, because satoru is a part of you. and you deserve it, deserve it more than anyone — he knows you would have gotten it, even without his help, if your professor was competent enough to see your brilliance. 

satoru smiles. he is proud of you. and this is exactly how it should be. he’s just bending the world into its rightful shape, cutting strings from a wrongly woven web, righting the wrongs of the people around you.

you, you, you. the only thing that exists.

all of him is for you.

”i knew you could do it. never doubted you for a second, baby,” he smiles, so wide his cheeks hurt, and you return it with a kiss to his jaw. 

”thank you. i’m just so relieved,” you exhale a breath, heavy, and it’s like he can practically see the stress melting, slipping from your shoulders and eyes. worth it, worth it, worth it. ”gosh. i’m gonna sleep like the dead tonight.”

”as you should,” satoru chirps, pinching your side. softly, brimming with fondness. ”but before that, we’re gonna celebrate. all day. and tomorrow too!”

another smile coaxed from your lips; this time, it’s a little bit shy. bashful, at the praise, his endless excitement. so precious he wants to kiss you breathless. give you all the air in his lungs.

so precious that he forgets about everything else. 

this is what you always do to him; wrap him up in a blanket of your love, cloud his veins with a nectar so sweet he takes the leap into your arms without a second thought. a foolish, lovesick butterfly, sticking to a single rose; dripping with honey, overflowing. the butterfly is too drunk on love to care. 

you’re his flower, his joy, the most useful form of anesthesia. with you in his veins, on his mind, your lips on his jaw — satoru can pretend that his hands are clean. that they always have been.

it all slips from his mind. your professor, the creep who catcalled you, that one classmate you’ve been complaining about recently. he forgets that they even exists, and satoru thinks that must be what love is: something that narrows your world down until you can make a home out of it. 

(something worth cherishing, no matter the cost.)

as always, it’s your voice that snaps him out of the trance he’s in. turning around at the sound of your call, the orpheus to your eurydice, too in love to save you from himself. you’re both getting ready to head out, dressing up for a well-deserved date. 

satoru feels himself smile. he does the dirty work, and you get to reap the rewards. heaven on earth.

“oh, by the way! would you want to have dinner with my parents tomorrow?” you meet his absent gaze with a tilt of your head. “they’ve been asking about you again. it’s such a headache, seriously.”

satoru giggles, barely containing how delighted he is. raising a playful brow. “oh? grumpy that you aren’t the favorite child anymore, hm?”

“okay, first of all —“ you stifle a giggle, pulling a drawer open, rummaging through it. freshly washed clothes. he washes most of your things. “you aren’t their child. and second of all —“

“— yet.”

a pause. 

satoru watches your gaze flick over to him, then back to the drawer, collecting yourself. a cute flush to your cheeks. “… whatever.” you clear your throat. “second of all — i don’t like how much they like you. what kinda spell did you put them under? it’s always satoru this, satoru that!”

a huff fills the air, and you mutter something that sounds a little like mocking, an obnoxiously imitated where’s satoru? that makes him chuckle into his fist. 

he shrugs. “i’m just a natural charmer, y’know? and, for the record; i would love to have dinner with them.” he sends you a wink, playful, and you roll your eyes. “are you joining us?”

a bout of laughter pushes past your lips, and satoru thinks he could die happy — just soaking up the joy that spills from out your throat. he wishes he could live in it, paint your house in it, wear it. he wants your joy to be all he ever feels. he feels sick at the idea of ever being out of earshot for it.

“yes, i’m joining you.” your scoff is dripping with humour. ”i’d hate to be the fourth wheel, but it is what it is.”

satoru stifles a grin. ”lucky me. three beauties all to myself,” he drawls, a seductive lilt to his voice, just to hear that little noise you always make with the back of your throat. vaguely disgusted.

”you’re so gross.”

a coo. like the buzzing of a bee. ”don’t be jealous, honey. know you’re my favorite, don’t you?” satoru smiles — more sincere than you’ll ever know. ”could never love anyone else.”

”so my parents are in second place?” you quirk a brow, amusement lacing your words, and he clicks his tongue. 

”well, they made you. i’d have to be a fool not to worship artists of such caliber.” 

”charmer.”

”yours.” the word is a knife at his throat, a stain on his coat, a love so heavy it’ll burn him alive. ”only yours.”

and again, you smile. all he can think is that you deserve everything, everything that’s good, everything he could ever give you. it’s all he can think as you go about your day, as he leads you outside, as he watches a flicker of joy dance within your iris. as he watches you walk wherever your heart takes you.

the thought remains when you return home, when you wrap yourselves in blankets and he throws a leg over your waist and you curl an arm around his ribcage. it’s all he can think. 

satoru was born to be of service — to someone, to the world, to something or another. he was born to carry a weight on his back. 

so why not bear the weight of your burdens?

all he wants is to protect you. all he’ll ever need is that smile on your face. he was always bound to be just this: a dog at your heels, a halo around your head, the watchful eye keeping you safe from everything rotten in this world. he’s the butterfly, the spider, the web itself. he’ll never let you be tangled up in it.

he was born to be of service to you. so service you he will, until it all comes back to bite him.

“satoruuu — stop stealing the blanket!”

he prays it never will.