#be healthy bub cause you are the sun

[jjongslight]

I want this man to have everything. I want him taken care of. I want him happy.

[lonely-lost-soul]

Under the Floorboards (Pt. VI)

(Technoblade X Reader) Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V, Pt. VI, Pt. VII

    You had barely gotten any sleep that night, it was a shitty time to not sleep but you couldn’t control insomnia. Most nights it was Techno who was the insomniac, he would spend hours laying awake just staring at you waiting for the voices to quiet down for the night. He was in awe of your beauty and grace, and the nighttime moonlight only ever enhanced those features. You couldn’t help but understand what he was talking about as you stared at his features in the moonlight darkness of your room. His hair was out of its typical braid and framed his head like a pink halo, you felt his arms tighten around your waist as you tucked his hair behind his ear. The tension in his brow released feeling your touch brush against his skin and you smiled adoringly at the sight. His nose nuzzles up against your neck and your smile split into a wide grin, god he was so soft. You felt his fingers spread out against the small of your back and pull you flush against him, his breathing changed and you frowned. 

You didn’t expect anything less than the blood god to be a light sleeper. He always needed to be on his feet, ready for any attack. 

   “I didn’t mean to wake you,” your voice was barely above a whisper and he made a tired noise of confirmation. 

   “It’s okay,” He yawned and it echoed across the walls of the house like a lion’s roar. “It’s rare when you can’t sleep, what’s on your mind?” Technoblade shifted a little so he could get a good look at you in his arms, he could never get over how small you were in comparison to him. You flipped on your back much to his displeasure and dragged your hands down your face; a sigh came from your nose before you answered,

   “Thinking about tomorrow is all. Just nervous, typical stuff I think, I don’t trust Dream fully. He gives me bad vibes.” You said honestly, your (e/c) eyes staring up at the ceiling even from the angle Techno was looking at you he could tell they were sad. God, he wasn’t good at comforting people things like this made him feel like such a shitty person. 

   “I don’t trust him either. But, we have mutual goals and a mutual understanding both of which are hard to come by.” He explained briefly looking thoughtful, “the bottom line is this needs to happen. I don’t want you to worry because Phil and I will have your back no matter what, we look out for each other.” You flopped on top of him and he let out a grunt of displeasure,

   “I’m worried about you dummy.” 

   “Technoblade never dies baby what are you on about?” He let out a laugh as you rested your elbows on his chest, his hands found themselves on your back holding you close. He watched you roll your eyes dramatically and pinch at his ears, he clicked his tongue at you. “Keep pinching my ears like that and we’re gonna have to fight it out,” his lips twitched into a fond smile as you sat upon his hips holding up your fists. 

   “Then let’s fight cause I’m not gonna stop. They’re just too pinchable big guy. Your little piglin features are precious and I’m gonna dote over them.” His face burned red and he groaned loudly, his head landing against the pillows with a thump. 

   “It’s just the ears, teeth, and the height. You’re being gross.” 

   “Fuck you I’m being romantic.” 

   “Which is gross and cringe if you didn’t know.” 

   “Fine then I guess you won’t be getting any kisses from me for a long while.” 

   “Now hold on a minute let's talk about this like adults,” You laughed loudly and smirked at Techno’s attempts to keep cool about the situation. You leaned down and peppered his face with light kisses, he hummed pleasantly at the sensation. 

   “I’ll let it slide this time but watch your words.” Techno gave a sleepy nod of his head, and you smiled tenderly at the man. You shuffled around and curled up against his side, he adjusted himself to hold you close, “I love you Techno.” 

   “Love you too princess.” He pecked your forehead before he closed his eyes and fell back into a light sleep. You took a deep breath and buried your face in his chest listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart, this time however you weren’t far behind him.

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Technoblade was up as soon as the sun rose over the hills and spilled into your bedroom. He made sure to maneuver around you so that he wouldn’t wake you as soon as he sat up in bed. He stretched his arms behind his back until he heard the satisfying pop of his bones, he scratched at his head and tousled his pink hair. Techno wanted an early start, make sure everything they needed for the day was prepared and ready to go, he needed to brew a shit ton of potions. He also needed to make sure you had an appropriate set of armor, that’s not even mentioning the Withers he needed to gather. A lot to do and so little time to get it all done, he wanted to let you sleep as much as possible considering you didn’t sleep last night. He slid out of bed and grabbed his hairbrush, one thing he could attribute to meeting you was his hygiene habits. Techno always used to keep his hair in a braid and never touch it, it wasn’t until you had first run your hands through his hair that he realized how much of a problem that was. You were very nice about it but he could tell you were trying not to gag when he told you he couldn’t remember the last time it was unbraided. You assured him that was going to change and helped him nurse his hair back to life, whatever you did it was magical. His hair was just as soft as yours, healthy and shiny he couldn’t let you down by not taking care of it. However, since he was going into battle he threw his hair into a quick braid letting it fall over his shoulder before he majestically sat his crown on top of his head. 

Technoblade stared at himself in the mirror and traced his rough hands over the scars on his face and neck, he had no idea what the fuck you saw in him. Honestly, who cares though because by some miracle you love him for him and that’s all that matters. Technoblade continued to get dressed for the day and only stopped when you began to stir under the covers. He watched you sit up and give the cutest yawn he’s ever heard in his life his eyes softened considerably seeing you look around hazily for him. Spotting him you opened your arms and made grabby hands, he let out a deep chuckle and wrapped his arms around you. 

‘Simp. Stop spamming simp. He is a simp though, look at him melt. Shut up.’ 

   “Chat shut it...Morning Princess,” He kissed your lips softly and he felt you lazily kiss him back, still sluggish from sleep. 

   “Morning Bubs. Why didn’t you wake me up?” You complained from his arms only pulling away to look him in the eyes. He always thought you had the most gorgeous eyes, why was he feeling so lovey-dovey today? 

‘Cause, you could lose her today. Her lives are unknown. What if she only has one like Phil and has no idea and she dies? E.’ 

Those thoughts and ideas chilled him to the bone he swallowed thickly, “You sure I can’t change your mind about today?” He watched your brow furrow and you kissed your teeth,

   “No way. Till the end of the line remember?”

   “Oh, I remember. In that case,” Technoblade pulled you to your feet much to your surprise, “You come back to me uninjured, we get married.” He watched your jaw drop and your eyes widen to insane sizes. “If you want obviously, no pressure.” 

‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU. AWWWWW SO ROMANTIC! SIMP. SHE’S GOING TO SAY NO. LOSER. CRINGE. GUYS STOP HE’S BEING SWEET!’ 

He felt panic surge through him when you didn’t respond to him for a good few minutes, oh he fucked up. Technoblade never dies, more like Technoblade’s about to throw himself into lava three fucking times. 

   “Yes! Holy shit yes you idiot! Damn now that’s some motivation!” You laughed in disbelief and you bounced on your toes. Technoblade let out a breath of relief, he took a risk and it paid off, he was Technoblade after all so of course, it did. He wasn’t worried at all. You grabbed the fluff of his cape and pulled him down to kiss him passionately, his hands grabbed your hips and lifted you into the air. He knew it wasn’t official yet, as he said you had to come back okay, but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t celebrate at least a little bit early. He kissed down your face and listened as you giggled, he could tell your face was turning red by its heat, “Okay goober we gotta get ready. There are crimes we gotta commit and I still need to shower.”  

   “Nonsense you smell like lavender and’ all that other girly stuff.” Technoblade scoffed but pulled away as you requested. A smile fell across your face and he felt you poke his nose fondly, “I’ll be gathering potion materials, if you need me just holler.” On that note, he headed down the ladder to gather what he needed for the day. Phil would probably be joining momentarily and he’d put him on potion making duty and also give him a totem of undying. His stomach churned a little as he placed water bottles inside the brewing stands, his singular totem of undying. 

He had already decided he’d give it to Phil, if he didn’t he felt like it would be a betrayal of all the man had done for him in the past. 

Technoblade turned towards the window and saw Phil approaching his home from the sky, he opened the window and gave him a little wave. Phil smiled back at him and climbed the stairs to get inside the house, “Hello. Are you both ready for today?” Phil looked around seemingly trying to spot you, Technoblade pointed upstairs and he nodded in understanding. 

   “I wouldn’t say we’re ready exactly.” He let out a huff, “I’m trying to make triple the potions before Dream gets here, plus I wanna make sure (Y/N)’s weapons and armor are enchanted properly.” Phil hummed thoughtfully opening up some of Technoblade’s chests, only mentally gagging at the disorganization. 

   “I got your back brewing the potions, go double-check everything’s ready for (Y/N), I know you worry ‘bout her mate.” Techno had to turn away because he felt heat flare in his face, he heard Phil begin to snicker and he glowered. 

   “Imagine thinking I care about others, cringe.” 

   “Oh really? I’ll just go tell (Y/N) that then-”

   “Eh? No need to do that. I don’t appreciate being framed. Anyway, potions Phil, potions you need to focus on what’s important here.” Another laugh came from Phil as he rolled his eyes fondly at his friend. 

   “On it Techno.” 

Both men got to work brewing potions and double-checking weaponry, not just for you but for all of them. Well, all of you minus Dream the homeless man can fend for himself. In the meantime, Technoblade gave Phil his totem of undying just in case today went fucking wrong. 

   “Alright boys, what do you need me to do?” You announced climbing down the ladder, you had made sure your hair was out of the way so it wouldn’t be a distraction. Technoblade smiled as he watched the emerald he gave you those months ago bounce against your neck. 

   “Go make sure you have enough ender pearls and exp bottles for your armor. Is all your armor enchanted properly?” 

   “Obviously,” You rolled your eyes dramatically “as if you’d ever let me get away with subpar armor.” Technoblade held up his hands in defensively, 

   “Just making sure. You can’t blame me for wanting you protected.” 

   “Daw.”

   “Shut up Phil.” Technoblade watched a smile form across your face as you covered your mouth with your hand. He was just happy you were laughing, “grab your weapons lemme check them.” You nodded your head and kissed his cheek tenderly, he normally wasn’t one for PDA but Phil was a different story. You handed over your weapons to him and he looked over them, he started with your sword that was aptly titled The Wanderer’s Trade all the enchantments seemed to line up properly, he also double-checked your ax to see it lined up too. “Remember their shields go up you use your ax.” He watched as you nodded in response, you weren’t dumb he knew that but he couldn’t help but want to double-check strategies with you. 

   “I know you trained me well,” You hummed fondly, as he handed you back your ax. He watched as you twirled it in your hands, “Good ole’ Foster Mom won’t let me down.” Both Phil and Techno chuckled at your response, Technoblade gave you a loving pat on the head before sending you off to gather some more glowstone. The three of you spent the rest of the morning gathering supplies, and as the afternoon rolled around Technoblade felt himself grow more and more frantic as the time ticked closer to doomsday. He began to ramble a bit about needing to prepare things especially after Dream showed up early and announced they were going early into L’manberg. Dream explained that he was going to need about twenty minutes to prepare the TNT for the cannons, which meant (Y/N), Phil, and Technoblade himself needed to stall for that amount of time. 

That meant the Withers needed to be in play. 

Technoblade distributed Wither skulls and the soul sand between the three of you. 

He watched as you stared at the skull in your hands gently cradling it before putting it into your inventory. He hoped you were being honest and were okay with what was about to happen. 

   “Now we really have to go.” Dream tried to urge your little group to speed up and get this show on the road. Techno nodded his head and clicked his tongue against his teeth, 

   “Alright, first things first let we need to get the hound army.” He watched your entire face come alight, 

   “Hound army? You didn’t tell me we had puppies!” He felt you grip his arm with the enthusiasm of a child, he winced a little bit at your eagerness. Techno glanced at Dream who was just as unreadable as always with his mask but Techno could sense his patience with you running thin. 

   “I didn’t wanna tell you cause there’s a good chance we lose like all of them today.” He watched you deflate but nod in understanding, “so don’t get attached okay?” 

   “I won’t!” 

   “Let’s go. Time’s ticking.” Dream commanded tapping his boots on the floor, “Let’s get those dogs and get to L’manberg.” The four of you grabbed your weapons and headed down the steps of Technoblade’s house, hopefully, you all will come back to see it again. 

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Phil walked by your side as Technoblade led all of you through the sewers, Dream was close to your boyfriend’s side almost like he was trying to memorize the proper twists and turns. However, something told you he already knew this place like the back of his hand. 

   “What’s on your mind?” Phil asked you to keep his voice low to not draw attention to yourselves. Smiling over at him you gave a thoughtful hum, 

   “Just the typical worries I suppose. Hoping we win and no one who we care about dies, like the kids you know. I know I can’t control you, Techno, or Dream but if it came down to it I won’t be able to hurt them.” The look you gave him was nothing less than vulnerable and it touched his heart with a soft sigh he responded to you, 

   “I know it’s not specifically in Techno or my agenda to slaughter Tommy and Tubbo. We just want to take down the corrupt government that’s poisoning its citizens. As long as it stands those kids can never be happy.”

   “I’m with you there. Hell, I don’t think Techno and I could date if we didn’t share those ideologies. They made a child president for Pete’s sake I mean no wonder it’s falling apart.” You took a deep breath and nudged the old man beside you. “Even so my priorities are with you and Technoblade. We’re all fucking coming home if I have any say in the matter,” Phil gave a laugh and smiled at you. 

   “That’s a fucking relief to hear. Wasn’t aware you could control death.”

   “Says the man with a totem of undying.” 

   “Guys we’re here,” Technoblade called standing beside a wall, he looked at all of you and opened the stone with his pickaxe. “Meet the hounds,” He mused leading you inside, you were trying desperately to keep your excitement at bay. 

   “Holy shit is it loud.” Dream commented with a disbelieving laugh hearing all the dogs bark in excitement upon seeing their master. Technoblade scratched a few of them behind the ears before commanding all of them to stand, it was insane. 

   “That’s so many dogs they’re gonna be so confused.” You commented, 

   “You know what you should do?” Dream mused, turning to look at you, “splash them with invisibility.” 

   “Already ahead of you,” Technoblade mused as Philza began to splash a good chunk of them. “They’re gonna be so confused it’s gonna be so funny. When they get hit by nothing, it’ll be like I have a forcefield.” 

   “Let's get to L’manberg and surprise them first.” Dream motioned for all of you to follow, and you did without hesitation. Technoblade took your hand and squeezed it tightly, he watched as Phil and Dream went on ahead and he turned to give you a soft kiss. 

   “Don’t die on me, okay princess? You get into trouble protecting yourself, run if you have to. I don’t give a shit I just want you alive.” Technoblade commanded you, even wagged a finger in front of your face. A finger you grabbed and pressed a soft kiss to, 

   “Same to you. I’ll see you on the other side.” Technoblade smiled adoringly at you and you both moved to catch up with Dream and Phil. You pulled out The Wanderer’s Trade and made sure Foster Mom, your ax, and the materials to craft your Withers were at the ready. 

    “(Y/N), Phil when I shoot fireworks into the sky start spawning the Withers. I’m going straight in with the hounds.” He watched both of you nod, Dream let out a hum of acknowledgment. 

   “Sounds good to me. Remember I shouldn’t need more than twenty minutes, I’ll send Technoblade the signal.” 

   “Yes sir.” You gave a teasing salute and no one else seemed amused by that except for the green man himself. 

   “I could get used to that.”

   “Get the fuck out of here you homeless Teletubby.” Techno almost snarled at the man, while the man in question flipped your boyfriend off. Even Phil could tell he had a sickening smirk spread across his face, whether he meant it or not if it bothered the three of you he was gonna continue with it. 

    “Phil, I’ll sneak over to the houses, you gonna stay in this general vicinity?” You quickly changed the subject, the man nodded in response. 

   “I’ll probably stay on top of the bee sanctuary, I figure two people in the air and one on the ground will be a good call.” You nodded taking one last glance at Technoblade before sneaking off to prepare the high ground. 

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Technoblade sprinted right into the battle once everyone realized you all were there early. He felt the pressure begin to build in his head, as the voices began to buzz with excitement, they all demanded blood and vengeance. He wasn’t losing any lives today but that didn’t mean anyone else was, it was hilarious the moment he hit anyone his dogs would be at their heels tearing them apart. He stayed on top of everyone, he made sure to keep an eye on his hearts while slicing through his opponents. As they got distracted by his dogs he would come up behind them and drive his sword into their chest. His laughter echoed in the air as the names of the dead appeared in his head, he heard their pleading for a cease-fire and decided he didn’t give a single shit. Technoblade couldn’t find the energy to care for their pleas, even as his dogs began to thin rapidly. There was blood and there was pandemonium and he was living for it, sure there were a few close calls. Not that he would ever admit it, but Sapnap got him good in the shoulder and the back of the leg, almost leaving an opening for him to land a finishing blow. However, he recovered with no problem, he always did, obviously. 

Technoblade booked it away from the fighting and sent the firework rocket into the sky. Almost as soon as he did, he set up his own Wither. The entire battlefield glowed red, white, and blue and he watched people’s faces morph into absolute terror. He heard what sounded like Tommy let out a terrified scream, he had no idea what he was in for if he was afraid of one Wither. Then again, Tommy was the only one who knew about the vault so realistically he shouldn’t have been surprised. 

It was up to Phil and (Y/N) now. 

   “Is that Phil? What the hell?! He’s spawning a Wither!” Someone shouted and Technoblade’s face lit up in delight. He watched Phil send out his Withers before flying away as to not immediately get targeted by them. Technoblade turned his head towards the houses and saw you place your Withers down as well. He thought you looked gorgeous spawning in the Withers, it pulled him out of his blood lust just for a moment, the wicked smile on your face was stunning. He watched as you laughed tossing your hair back, the way it framed your face was remarkable, he thought you looked like Eris. 

An arrow that whizzed by his face and it snapped him out of his ogling, he turned back to rubble only to come face to face with Tommy and Tubbo. 

   “Technoblade! Stop this!” Tommy began to plead as they stood on the opposite end of the battlefield, he did pause to stare at the children. 

   “Please!” Tubbo begged from his side and Technoblade grit his teeth in frustration, after all this time they still didn’t understand his ideals or why he was so mad in the first place. 

   “You betrayed us Technoblade! You betrayed me! Just fucking stop this! Help us kill the Withers and stop Dream. All you’ve ever done is betray us, since we met you that’s all you’ve done. It all started with you killing Tubbo at the festival! Just stop this!-” He felt his blood turn to ice and he turned to face Tommy pointing his crossbow at the two boys. He watched Tubbo flinch and grab onto Tommy’s arm, clearly traumatized from the last time the weapon was pointed at him. Technoblade bared his teeth and felt his face begin to morph into that of a full pig, something that only happened when he was pissed to hell and losing control of himself. 

   “Remember when I was sitting there, alone, against the whole government -- and you and Wilbur just sat there on the sidelines and watched? Did you step in? Did you step in? Were you guys the ones that stepped in and said, "Don't worry, Technoblade, we know you're in a high-pressure situation, but we'd fight the world for you, Technoblade''? No! You guys watched. You know what I did, yesterday when you were surrounded by thirty people? When the whole world was against you? I walked in. I was willing to fight all of them for you, Tommy. I would've been there. That is the difference between us." The man roared his voice carrying over the battleground, catching the attention of a few others who were still trying to kill the Withers nearby. For a brief moment Tommy looked broken up by Technoblade’s words but he pushed it aside with a shake of his head. He was about to argue back when the faintest of hissing sounds came from above. Everyone turned towards the sky, a flash of lightning illuminated the scene above them, Dream was standing on top of the obsidian grid. Technoblade made sure to take a few steps away so he wasn’t right underneath the first bit of dropping TNT, 

   “No,” Tubbo’s voice wobbled “What’s he doing, he can't-” 

Almost like Tubbo predicted the outcome TNT began to rain down in the dead center of New L’manberg, the panicked shouts from the citizens only increased tenfold. The falling explosives spread out in the grid-like pattern Dream had created, making sure to hit every square inch of the once great country. 

   “Tubbo RUN!” Tommy grabbed his arm and pulled this best friends away just in time to not get injured by the first round of explosions that went off in the middle of town. Technoblade made quick work of dodging the falling pieces of TNT as he flew up onto the obsidian grid his Trident in hand. He watched gleefully as L’manberg was sent up in smoke, everything from the houses to whatever the fuck the L’mantree Dream mentioned was, was blown to shreds. Personally, Technoblade didn’t want Dream to stop until he saw bedrock at the bottom of the pit. He looked over and saw Phil smiling widely at him, the man gave him a clear thumbs-up spreading his wings wide. He could tell Phil was proud of him, he was proud of himself. 

   “Where’s (Y/N) mate?” He called out to him and the bliss he was feeling suddenly crumbled into pieces around him. Technooblade whipped around towards the last place he spotted his girlfriend, on top of the houses that were now blown to smithereens. He turned back towards Phil, panic in his eyes, Phil’s smile was immediately wiped off his face and he hopped down off the grid and into the rubble. Technoblade wasn’t far behind in his panicked searching, there was no sign of her anywhere and he was starting to lose his composure. Even as the TNT stopped falling around them and everyone began to head home (if they had one left to return to) he still couldn’t find her. That was until an unfamiliar voice called out to him, 

   “Mr. Technoblade!” The boy was half enderman and bordering on seven feet tall, he turned to face him and he swallowed thickly, “Miss (Y/N), she needs help!” Technoblade didn’t even respond he just let the Enderboy lead him to where she was, god please don’t be dead, please. The boy stood over her, wringing his hands nervously, a jacket was laid over her body and she was dragged far away from the wreckage. Technoblade froze as he watched the boy kneel and pull the jacket away, bandages were haphazardly tied around her waist and her breathing seems shallow. The half enderman looked up at him and swallowed thickly, “I found her under the rubble of my house.” 

   “I can handle it from here. Get out of here kid.” His voice was a low grumble and Ranboo hesitated for a moment before nodding, he knelt, picked up his other belongings, and headed off in the direction of the forest. Technoblade knelt beside you, his hands hovering over your injury, he felt his palms clam up as he opened and closed them. “You better not die on me princess, you promised,” he opened up the bandages on your waist, all things considered, the boy didn’t do that bad of a job patching you up. There weren't a lot of medical supplies on the battlefield so he did what he could with what he had, she must’ve gotten cut by a stray piece of metal as she fell, that’s what it looked like to him at least. Other than the jagged cut across her waist her ankle was twisted in a way that certainly wasn’t normal, his princess was beaten to hell. He swallowed thickly and began to rewrap her wound a bit more tightly so she didn’t bleed out, he felt a gust of wind beside him and he knew Phil was by his side. 

   “Fuck.” He murmured kneeling to set her ankle properly, the old man licked his lips before setting her ankle with a harsh tug. (Y’N)’s eyes shot open and she let out a shriek. “Sorry kid, sorry,” Her breathing went from shallow to heavy and frantic. Technoblade reached forward and grabbed your hand tight. 

   “Hey princess stay with me okay?” 

   “Bubs.” You whined painfully, “I guess I fucked up huh?” 

   “Only a lot,” Technoblade stated bluntly and watched as you let out a wheezing laugh that devolved into a cough. He frowned and took his other hand to card it through your hair, “Just take a deep breath we’ll get you home and all patched up.” 

   “Guess we aren’t getting married huh.”

   “Fucking what-” Phil choked his eyes blowing wide, jaw-dropping Techno’s face flushed red in response. 

   “Half dead and you still find a way to torture me.” You laughed again as Phil only shook his head in disbelief, 

   “That is so scuffed. Go take her home, she’s gonna need stitches and a splint for her leg. Make sure she gets home safe.” Phil placed his hand on Technoblade’s shoulder and squeezed it before kissing your forehead softly, “You’re gonna be fine.”

   “Obviously. Mr. Minecraft, would you expect anything less from me?” 

   “Nothing less,” He smiled fondly as Technoblade cradled you in his arms before hurrying away down the path. Phil stood up tall a frown evident on his features, he turned around to catch Raboo peaking out from behind the treeline. “Hey, Ranboo how’re you doing?”

   “Um. I’m alright. Fine, I’m fine, is (Y/N) going to be alright?” He stepped out from behind the tree patting his hands on his pants a bit nervously. Phil eyed the kid up and down for a moment and he cleared his throat, “I found her she was really, really bad.” 

   “She’s going to be just fine, Techno’s looking after her.” 

   “Good, good.” He nodded the tall mans shoulders seemed to relax and Phil couldn’t help but look at him with pity. 

   “Ranboo, do you have a place to stay?” 

   “Ugh...you know what no I don’t actually.” Phil smiled over at the boy and held out his hand, his multicolored eyes widened a little as he interlocked his hands with the father beside him.

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Thanks for reading guys! I think this is the longest chapter yet, let me know your thoughts, feelings and opinions! : ) 

[muffindaddystyles]

My love I have read your almost all fics before but today for some reason I read almost I had read them again. What can I see I'm absolutely enamoured by each one of 'em 🌻🌻🌻.

My best wishes to you keep writing and keep prospering ✨

And for my request if you can write a blurb for the memory loss fic about them having a baby they talked about that would be really sweet 🥺 No pressure.

🌞 Anon

THANK YOUUU SM BUTTONS! YOUR LOVE MAKES ME FEEL SO WARM! Y'ALL COULD REQUEST WHENEVER UUUU GUYS FEEL LIKE

HIREATH (Y/N looses her memory from getting into an accident and Harry loves her all over again)

It all began with the weekly cleansing of their home. Yes, home. After months and months of getting accustomed to every creak of floorboard, the corner of hallway where sun shines the brightest, the tiny library Y/N loves to spend time with Harry – she has finally come to terms with calling this big sleek house her home, her most comfy space.

And Harry her person.

She has got a bunch of her memories back but other half still haunts her to sleep and she memorises the one she has a grip on to never let them slip and to cherish them till they grow old together.

While Harry had his head butted into some dusty corner to retrieve some boxes Y/N went through drawers to clean the cluster out, they both were singing ‘I’m always by your side’ by John Park.

Though, halfway through it Y/N stopped. She felt like the words choked her throat with tears bubbling in her eyes and her fingers trembled as she flipped the frame that has yellow and lilac chunky hearts on it’s borders.

“Can we have a family of ours? I've some affection for another pair of little bambi eyes.” She doesn’t remember writing it back there and it hurts her like a painful stab.

You don’t remember the most important detail of your own damn life, what a sadist.

She scoffed to herself.

When Harry didn’t hear the saccharine hum of her wife his head perked up, “Lovie?” His smile that was fluttering up from hearing their favourite part coming up and him about to be yelling at her to sing it with him dropped wrenchingly when he heard those sniffles.

“Baby.” He rounded towards her worriedly. Massaging her shoulder to make her look at him and the sorrow in his’s loves eyes broke his heart into shards tumbling him to his knees infront of her.

“What happened, darling?” He asked cupping her cheek gently and ran his thumb over her wobbling damp lip.

She just shook her head and sucked through her teeth, dollops of tears fell on Harry’s cheeks and sobbed into his hand with her eyes bolted shut.

“’M sorry!” Harry frowned when she apologised stroking her nose into his wrist, “Sorry f'what sweet pie?” He asked getting more concerned every second ticked by.

“That you wanted a family with me and I ruined that f'you ...” Her hiccups went breathless and Harry’s heart thumped into outer space for some seconds, he completely forgot about that lil present.

“Shh. Shh. ‘s okay me sweet girl, shh c’mon. Nothing’s ye fault. ‘M happy that you’re safe, healthy and happy in my arms, yeah?” He went to hug her and let her cuddle into him and she breathes his tangerine vanilla-y scent to calm herself down.

“Are you happy, though?” His tone was uncertain and his irises lurked with hope.

“Very.” He sighed in relief when She squeezed his fingers and bobbed her head profusely with that cute shy smile of hers, “Then all set! ... and fo’ babies my love we could have them whenever y'want,” He grazes his palm down her spine in smooth circles, “Whenever you’re ready.” He affirmed her in his most loving and assuring voice.

“Can we try for it now?” Harry’s brows shot up at her timid and hesitant whisper, his eyes glossed with tears of happiness because he thought he'd never be able to see this moment in his all life.

He pets her hair down her head and kissed her forehead, arms wounding around her shoulders to embrace her protectively and sentimentally.

“You want a tiny me and a tiny you!?” He grinned pushing her back gently to look down at her with cheerful eyes, when she bobbed her head with equal enthusiasm and excitement he turned all soft and mushy -- palm pressing against her belly.

“Want me t’put a baby in this pretty tummy of yours?” He smooched pecks on her lips, then kissed her compassionately at her honest confession that she actually wants what he’s been wanting for ages.

She wants to be the mommy of his babies.

.

Y/N's 6 months pregnant. With Harry’s bub. In a phase of it where her skin's all glassy and glowing, her eyes angelic and they grow proper lil suns on the sight of her hubby coming back home early to them.

Harry’s been never happier than this. He feels as if the whole world’s yarned up into his pocket.

He makes sure that his lovin’ is feeling comfy and pleased everytime, staying awake with her till mornings -- eating snacks and her weird cravings with her to make her feel less bad about it, taking care of her diet plans and her health, loads of love making and satiating sex, he’s always there to wipe her tears and listen to her tantrums all caused from her maternal hormones.

“Harry! Bambi eyed!!” She’s been sprawled on their deep snuggly sofa watching telly when she felt the baby moving around inside her while Harry swirled more cream on their strawberry pies.

“What happened –.. wait.” Anxiously Harry rushes back only to be met by his overly joyed girl as she huffs trying to sit up, “Come watch my belly, our baby’s havin’ a dance party inside here!” She giggles and forwards her hand for him to grab.

“Gimme your hand! Gimme! Gimme!”

“Is that so?” Harry smiles fondly wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her from back to his chest, “Don’t hear any music babe.” He teases her planting his ear against her swollen belly all of his teeth showing brightly when he feels a small prod against his cheek.

“Our bub just kicked!!” He squeals, smacking a little rushy kiss to her lips then again fixes himself back to his favourite spot.

Every night he reads books to the baby and listens to music with headphones around her belly in this exact spot.

“Harry ...” Y/N scratches his head and runs her fingers through his curls hoping that there lil one get them as walnutish and pretty.

“Do y'think I’ll be a good mother?” At that Harry moves all his attention on her and makes scooches her nearer to her, “Why’d y'ask that baby?” He asks brushing the loose strands of her hair way.

“Dunno.” She shrugs clutching the hem of his hoodie, “I don’t remember stuff from our past – sometimes I forget too much and then it comes all back. What if in old age my amnesia hits back and they'd get too annoyed by me.” There comes the pregnancy whining and wild thinking, messy tears and anxious thoughts.

“Moppet ...” Harry sighs, closing his eyes and kisses her cheeks.

“You’re g'na be the best mommy ever! Knows that they’ll love you endlessly, darling. Your memories doesn’t change the person you’re – my love, my life, the momma of my babies, you’re doin’ so good.” She giggles through her sniffles when Harry showers her in loud slobbery kisses.

“Watermelon with peanut butter sounds so good right now.” She murmurs into his neck and Harry’s glad she’s all bunched up in his arms because he did most disgusting face he could ever scrunch up.

“But, I just made y’a pie!” He whines counting on his fingers when she bursts into tears upon hearing that.

“Cute. Thank you. But, your baby wants that.” She pokes him in ribs and gives him the most puppy eyes ever.

“Alright. Not joining along though.” He gives her a pointed look and plucks her pout.

“Harry! Promise it’ll taste s’good.”

“I bet.” He quips, creating comical gagging noises.

“Meanie.” She grumps trying to bite his earlobe mischievously.

[honeytae]

Stop running from love.

hey bubs! honestly..i don’t know what this is lol it kind of got away from me. but it’s loosely based off of safety net by ariana grande. which is like one of my favorite songs in existence. i hope you guys like this angsty little piece of nothing?? lmao

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @jjlovr2015 genre: angst, fluff? word count: 2.2k

if you would like to listen, here it is:

You were doing it again.

Sabotaging yourself. Running away. Ghosting a man who had only ever shown you the utmost care and respect.

He’d already called multiple times today, frantic texts showing that he was now beyond worried at the way you’d seemingly dropped off the face of the earth. 

You couldn’t blame him. You’d been exclusively dating for three months. Three beautiful and happy months alongside a great guy whose smile brightened every room he graced with his precious presence. Three months that you’d been able to not go into a panic about that very concept.

Until you fell.

The last time you’d seen Jimin was last week when he’d met with you after work for a quick bite to eat.

It was the same place you always went to; you didn’t even have to ask where you were meeting anymore, already on your way to the booth in the back corner with a stupid grin on your face.

The checker floored diner had become a regular spot for you two to stop at, as it was in the middle of the city and perfectly placed between both of your jobs.

That quick bite to eat had easily turned into a full dinner, along with a dessert that’s whipped cream ended up on the tip of his nose in an instant, your giggles causing him to grin wider as he played dumb.

It was simple, not extravagant or fancy by any means, but that was never needed with him. You always had so much fun with Jimin. He was gentle, sweet, caring. All the right things. 

And it was when he was walking you back up to your apartment, his hand gripping yours in a way that was soft yet secure, sparkling eyes pressing into crescents when he smiled over at you that you came to a stunning realization; you were falling in love with him. 

With a panicked last press of your lips to his cheek, you’d closed your door, leaning back against it as you stared ahead of you, absolutely paralyzed in the silence of your apartment.

You could not be in love. What even is love? Heartbreak, that’s what it is. One way or another, it will always end. You needed to pull back before you got too invested. But, fuck, was it too late?

Erupting into hysterics as you came to terms with what had to be done to protect both yourself and Jimin, you slid your back down the wood, placing your forehead on your knees as you curled up into yourself. 

Since then, you’d made it your mission to put him off, every text going unanswered and each call going to voicemail. 

And now here you were in your bed in the early hours of the afternoon, shades drawn to encase the room in pitch black. It matched your mood, frustrated and angry with yourself as you cried into your pillow. 

You hated yourself for doing this to him. Shutting him out with no explanation; he deserves more than you. In the end, this was to his benefit. He’d go on to find someone worthy of his companionship, someone who didn’t want to disappear at the concept of love. 

Someone with less baggage to drag along with them, someone who had a healthy idea of relationships and wasn’t shattered at their core. 

While it was painful to ignore him without giving a reason, you knew he’d give up on you eventually. Everyone always did, and it was just for the best. 

You hiccuped another sob as your phone buzzed on the table yet again, grabbing the pillow from beside you to sandwich your head between the mattress and the fluffy material, effectively muffling the noise of the vibration as you screwed your sore eyes shut. 

“Love?”

You froze at the sudden unmistakable sound of Jimin’s voice calling for you, head spinning as you shut your eyes tighter. 

Were you imagining Jimin’s voice beside you? Were you that far gone?

You were proven wrong when the blanket was pulled off of your body, cold air hitting the bare skin of your arms as the pillow was removed from atop your head. 

You gasped at the sudden exposure, prying your eyes open to look up at none other than Jimin, the hurt and worried look on his face immediately causing you to sob again. 

“Shit, baby, come here.” He rushed to sit down beside you, you easily crawling onto his lap as he wrapped his arms around your back, palm smoothing up and down your spine as he slowly rocked you back and forth. 

You sat there silently, letting yourself be comforted by him. For some reason, Jimin was harder to push away than the others. His arms felt so nice around you, like home. 

But this had to be done. You wanted him to stay like this in your memory, his image remaining undamaged by any painful breakup. 

“Jimin, I-I can’t see you anymore. We can’t be together.” You forced out, heart twisting in agony at the silence ensuing after your words, Jimin shifting you up his lap to look at you. 

“What do you mean?” He asked in disbelief, eyebrows knitting together as his eyes widened, you shaking your head instead of giving him a verbal answer due to the growing lump in your throat at his undeniably heartbroken expression. 

“We just can’t, Jimin.” You said lamely, your tight grip on his arm contradicting your words as his mouth gaped open at you. 

“Wh- what’s wrong? What did I do?” He asked desperately, causing you to sob harder at him blaming himself for this. 

“It’s not you, Jimin. You’re amazing, you deserve a better person.” You sniffled, Jimin immediately pulling a face of further confusion as he shook his head to dismiss your words. 

“A better- what are you talking about?” He asked, chasing your eyes as you chose to divert them to stare at the blank wall in front of you. 

“You deserve someone amazing just like you, Jimin.” You mumbled, the man sitting there in silence before he shifted off of the bed, making you think you’d finally pushed him away. 

The feeling of his weight being removed from the bed both pained and relieved you, happy for him to be able to move on now, but sad at that same idea. 

But you were taken by surprise when Jimin kneeled on the floor in front of you, forcing you to look at him as he reached up to hold your chin, eyes imploring yours to be more upfront with him. 

“You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. What are you talking about?” He repeated his question, silence lingering in the air at the words as you sat anxiously plucking the sheets below you with your fingers. 

“Baby.” He called for you, his hurt tone causing your nose to scrunch up with more tears, his thumbs catching the salty water as his expression became more pained by the second. 

“Let me in. Please, just let me in.” He pleaded with you, voice soft yet firm as he watched you break down in front of him, heart pounding in his chest at the mere thought of losing you from his life because of whatever insecurities you were not telling him about. 

“I’m fucking broken, Jimin. You don’t want to be let in, believe me.” You said, voice weak and wavering from the emotions bubbling up in your throat, shaky from the nights of no sleep you'd gotten in the last week. 

“Yes, I do. I’d accept all of you if you just gave me a chance.” He gripped your hands with his, intertwining your fingers to give a reassuring squeeze.

Staring at him, you did not know what to say. Nobody had ever pushed back on your walls like this. They accepted it, moved on, and lived a better life without you in it. You just wished Jimin would do the same.

But he was fighting you on it. Fighting you on something you didn’t even want to do in the first place. 

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. And that fucking terrifies me.” You explained shakily, concentrating on the feeling of Jimin’s palm running up and down your arm. 

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, either. It’s new, of course it’s scary. But I care about you, I want you, I miss you. I don’t want you to shut me out.” He said softly, his honeyed voice soothing you enough to make eye contact with his gentle brown orbs. 

It was silent as you stared at each other, fear in his eyes and the same reflecting in your own. Studying his features, your heart twisted at his uncharacteristically dark circles, realizing he was probably running on the same amount of sleep you were at the moment. 

“I don’t know where to go from here.” You sniffled, Jimin tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as his glassy eyes stared back at you. 

Feeling confident enough to stand from the floor and sit beside you on the bed, he let you guide him up against the headboard, resting your backs on it as you let out a sigh.

“Stop pushing me away. Stop running from love.” He responded, his words sounding so genuine that you nearly burst out into tears again. 

Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck, placing your temple on his shoulder as his arms encircled your torso. 

“I want to be with you.” You admitted in a hoarse whisper, head throbbing as you rested your weight on Jimin, body giving out in exhaustion as he held you to him, delicate as if you’d break. Hell, maybe you would. 

“Me too.” He said without missing a beat, eagerness evident in his tone as you let your aching eyes fall shut. 

“I just don’t know how.” You sighed, the man humming in response as he threaded his fingers through your hair, rubbing your scalp soothingly as he pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head. 

“We can figure it out together, okay? I don’t want to throw in the towel. Not without at least a little bit of a fight.” He joked, the heavy mood in the room being lightened a bit at the sound of your exhaled laugh. 

You lifted your head to look at him, opening your eyes to meet his own in the dark room, barely able to make out his features as the sun must have gone in behind the clouds outside your bedroom.

“I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into, Jimin. I’m a mess. If you want to run, go now.” You spoke seriously, one corner of the man’s lips lifting as he bit down on his cheek, a habit you’d picked up early on as behavior he exhibited when he was hesitant to say something. 

“Listen, I’m a mess too. This is nothing.” He reassured you, your eyes studying his features as he seemed to express a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before with him. 

“Trying to break up with you because of my own baggage and insecurities? That’s nothing?” You asked with a humorless chuckle, causing the man to reach out for your hand, sighing out a breath of relief when you let him lock his fingers around yours again.

“Well, I guess that in itself is something.” He shrugged, shuffling to hover over you as your red eyes met his. 

“But I will always fight for you. You’re worth fighting for.” He said firmly, your eyes becoming glassed over again before you picked your head up off the pillow to catch his lips in a kiss, your palms sliding to the back of his neck as his plush lips worked over yours. 

Sensing your emotions, he pulled back only slightly to press his lips over your closed eyelids, the tender action causing your frown to deepen as you gazed up at the sweet man. 

“I’m not going to leave you. Whatever’s been done to you in the past, I’m not a repeat of that. I would never do anything to hurt you, I promise.” He said softly, his words seemingly making your heart alive again as it began to pound rapidly in your chest. 

And with that, you threw caution to the wind. Even if he broke your heart, you couldn’t stop that from cutting your experience with him shorter than it had to be. 

Because Jimin was the softest, sweetest, most lovable man you’d ever met. He showed time and time again that he cared about you, that he wasn’t like the others. And to give him up just because of some bad past experiences was just not worth it. 

“I trust you.” You whispered, almost scared to let the words fall from your lips, but relieved when you saw the wide smile on Jimin’s face. 

“I trust you, too.” He said softly, tracing his finger over your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you again, laying down beside you to spoon your body with his, pressing his lips against your shoulder in a soothing action. 

Laying in his arms, you felt more at peace than you’d felt in days. Being back in his embrace, you felt like you could breathe again, easily falling into much needed sleep with his warmth pressed to your back, his arms looped around your body as he pressed tender kisses to the shell of your ear. 

Jimin was your home. And it felt so good to be home. 

[pasiveagressive]

Quarantine // h.s.

This was a request! Hope you like it!

Warnings: Language, implications of adult activities

March 1st 2020

Today was the happiest day of your life. You married your best friend in the world, with your closest friends and family present. You thought the day Harry asked you to marry him was going to be your all time high, but you now realise that nothing would ever compare to saying I do. You got married in Harry’s hometown. A sort of destination wedding for you and your family and a local one for him and his. 

“Hey Mrs. Styles.” you feel his arms wrap around you. You are standing in the bathroom of your honeymoon suite. Wrapped in just a towel steam fogging up the mirror from the shower the two of you had just taken.

“Oh god Harry, I don’t know if I can go by that. That is what I called your mom when we first started dating. It just seems weird.” you laugh and lock eyes with him through the reflection.

“Well that’s too bad. When you agreed to marry me you agreed to become Mrs. Harry Styles, so that’s what I am calling you from now on.” He teases you kissing your neck at the same time. 

“Babe.” You whine

“Yes Mrs. Styles?” you shoot him a look “Maybe this will help. Mrs. Styles,” a kiss on your neck “Mrs Styles,” another this one a little higher, “Mrs Styles.” This time you grab him and put his lips on yours.

“Yeah definitely helping.” you sigh into him.

March 10 2020

You had just gotten back to LA from your honeymoon last night. Harry had gotten up early to go to some meetings about Love on Tour. So you are home alone. You have the TV on as you fold laundry from your trip. 

“Breaking news, the Covid-19 virus has spread and more countries are shutting down, banning all travel.” the news anchor explains. You stop and look at the TV. Watching as the report goes on explaining what's happening.

March 13 2020

“Breaking news, the Covid-19 virus has spread and the President of the United States has declared a state of emergency, issuing a stay at home order for all non essential personnel.” three days ago this had seemed a world away, here it was now on your front doorstep. You and Harry sit and watch the new anchor go into more details. After the report you turn off the TV. Harry has his arms around you but you lean in closer if possible.

“This is scary bub.” you say out loud, breaking the silence and speaking what is on both of your minds. Harry just nods his head and then smiles 

“Guess what though angel?” 

“What’s that bub?”

“It’s like our honeymoon has been extended.” you shake your head smiling.

“That is true I suppose.” you pretend to think about it “I don’t know though, I might not feel the same now that there is no sun, or sand, or ocean, or Mai Tai in my hand.” you tease

“Well the Mai Tai thing we can fix, but I am sure you won’t be saying any of that here in a minute.” he smirks picking you up and making you squeal.

April 27 2020

You and Harry were fighting. Again. It feels like the 20th time in the last week that the two of you had gone at it. He is stressed and you are stressed and you both are sick of being cooped up in the apartment, that honestly was a bit to small for the two of you but it originally only had to work for a few weeks before Love on Tour was supposed to kick off, and while he was away you were going to go house shopping. Obviously that hadn’t happened. The current pandemic caused everything to go wrong. 

“I just don’t understand why you would do that!” Harry yells 

“That is how I have always done it, before we were together, and since we’ve been together.” you retort with an equal volume. 

“Well maybe that’s our problem, maybe we shouldn’t be together.” well that was a new statement. Your eyes go wide. Harry’s do to the moment he realises what he said. “Angel-” He starts but you cut him off.

“Please don’t call me that right now.” You say almost in a whisper trying to hold back tears. “ I need some time alone.” You say walking to your bedroom. You shut the door and that is when you let the tears go. 

It's a little while later when there is a soft knock on the door. 

“Y/N?” you had stopped crying about an hour ago and are just trying to figure out what you want to say to him.  You walk over to the door and unlock it revealing Harry who looked as if he had been crying as well. You yourself are in one of his sweatshirts that is far too big for you but makes you feel as though he is hugging you. Stepping to the side you let him in. “Y/N.” He reaches out to hug you and you brush past him. 

“We need to talk.” you state, he nods.

“Angel you know I didn’t mean what I said.” He tests out the pet name and you allow it, so he continues. “I was upset over literally nothing that you have done, I was just taking my stress out on you which is 100% unfair of me.”

“Yes it is unfair to me. But Harry you can’t say things like that. Do you want to get divorced?” you question and he looks at you like you grew a second head. 

“Is that a joke? Absolutely not.” 

“Then you can never say something like that again. Unless you plan on getting a divorce-” 

“Never going to happen.” he cuts you off

“As I was saying unless you plan on getting a divorce we can’t say things like that to each other. Harry I literally felt like I couldn’t breathe and that you didn’t want me for a while.” tears start rolling again. This time when Harry reaches out to you, you let him hold you “I love you so much and to hear you say those words nearly broke me bub.” you feel something hit the top of your head and look up to see Harry crying as well.

“I am so sorry love. You are my everything and I never want to make you feel that way okay? I love you so very much.” He kisses your forehead and the two of you fall asleep like that.

July 1st 2020

“Hey there to the lovely couple!” Jimmy Fallon says as you sit in front of your computer. 

“Hi Jimmy.” 

“‘Ello Jimmy.” 

“How are the two of you doing? Staying healthy?” Jimmy asks and you let Harry answer

“Yeah we are.” Harry smiles and answers

“What have been your favorite things to do while stuck at home?” He asks this time you answer

“We have being doing a lot of cooking and baking and then a lot of working out to equalize all of the cooking and baking.” you answer with a laugh Harry nods his head agreeing with you

“Y/N has also really gotten into TikTok. She tries to get me to do them with her but I haven’t broken yet.” 

“Ah yes young people things.” Jimmy laughs and the two of you laugh with him “Y/N I have to ask, what was it like on that beach with your husband eroctically eating watermelon?” 

“Just that Jimmy eroctic.” Harry goes red as you and Jimmy laugh some more. 

“Okay honesty time you two, have things been completely smooth sailing at the styles’ household?”

“Oh god no.” you answer immediately

“Yeah no, but that's to be expected. We only saw each other for two months and then after that we were still seeing each other almost every single hour of every single day.” Harry expands on your answer

“Yeah, I love him with my whole heart but we had never spent time like that together and honestly if this hadn’t happened we may never have. I am almost glad for the pandemic in that sense, because I knew that I loved him but now I know him on a whole new level and I can say that I will never be able to love anyone the way that I love Harry Styles.” you look over at Harry and see that he has teared up “Oh come on Styles don’t go soft on me now.” you joke and kiss his cheek

“Okay I have one more question and it is mainly for you Y/N.”

“Alright, hit me.” you say

“What made you decide to change your name. A lot of celebrities keep their name when they get married but you decided not to, why?” you had been expecting this question

“It really came down to the fact that I want to have the same last name as my husband and our children someday to not wonder why mommy has a different last name than them, or why daddy had a different last name. The more we thought about it the more it made sense. If companies don’t want me to model for them simply because I don’t have the same name I did when I rose to fame, why should I be working with them at all.” Jimmy nods as if what you are saying makes sense

“Alright thank you for zooming with me today.” Jimmy says to you and Harry

“Thanks for having us Jimmy.” Harry says smiling and turns off the camera then he turns to you “Have I told you recently how much I adore you?” 

“It doesn’t hurt to hear it.” You smile at him

“Well I love you so much and I think you are the most amazing woman I have ever met.”

“Your not so bad yourself Mr. Styles.”

[bonnyskies]

come back to me [fourteen] ⇢ jjk

you’re willing to do anything to save your marriage, even if that meant you’d have to sacrifice your own happiness to do so.

pairing — husband!jungkook x malereader, ft. ceo!jaehyun

genre — angst, sexual themes, idol au, exes to lovers-ish au, open relationship au, marriage au, parents au

series warnings — infidelity (kinda?), swearing, bisexual!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, insecure!reader, unhealthy relationship, unrequited love-ish, slow burn, use of alcohol, mentions of divorce problems, (more could be added in future chapters)

word count — 2.1k

author’s note — this chapter is considered more as a filler than any other, introducing you to the main focus and getting you ready for the next one.

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Once again, Jungkook couldn’t sleep last night.

Throughout the night, until the sun rose up Jungkook found himself tossing and turning in his bed, slipping in and out consciousness.

Jungkook didn’t realize how long he spent trying to fall asleep until the blinding sight of the sun shining through his bedroom’s curtains came into his view. And when turning his head to glance at the clock resting on his nightstand, he then noticed that it was a quarter to eight already.

He must’ve only gotten only four hours of sleep—at least.

Jungkook sat up from his bed and stretched, groaning at the feeling of his strained muscles relaxing. He couldn’t help but wonder if you were already awake, expecting to hear the sound of you or Minho’s footsteps coming from the hallway. And yet, he heard nothing.

Standing up from his bed, Jungkook didn’t bother putting on a shirt before coming out his room, leaving him only in a pair of grey sweats.

Jungkook tiptoed and entered your room, eyes immediately falling upon your sleeping figure. His gaze then moved onto Minho, who was laying beside you, already awake and silently playing on your phone.

“Hey there, buddy.” Jungkook whispered quietly, and before his son had the chance to say anything back he raised his index finger up to his lips, hinting for him to be quiet. “Do you wanna to help appa make breakfast?”

Minho instantly nodded his head excitingly, turning off your phone and holding his arms out for Jungkook—which he gladly accepted, lifting his son up into arms and quietly tiptoeing out of your room. “What do you want for breakfast?” Jungkook asks the moment them two were out of your room.

“Can we have pancakes?”

“Pancakes again?” Jungkook questions, eyes squinting with uncertainty and a small pout shown on his lips. “Are you sure you don’t want anything else?”

Minho nodded again, more eagerly this time. “Yes please, appa.”

“Oh, alright.” Jungkook agreed, pinching his son’s chubby cheeks and grinning at him. “We’ll have pancakes again for breakfast since you want them so bad...”

“Thank you, appa!”

“You know I can’t ever say no to you, bubs.” Jungkook stated, carrying him into the kitchen and placing him onto the counter beside the stove but still kept a safe distance away from the burning appliance.

Jungkook started preparing breakfast instantly, the ingredients gathered by his side with Minho on his other side. While watching his father cook, Minho swung his legs idly back and forth with a wide, toothy grin on his face. “Appa, can you make the edges crunchy? I like it that way.”

“Anything for you, bubs.” Jungkook leaned over and pecked his son’s small nose, earning a small giggle from him. “When did you start eating them that way? You’ve always liked how I made before them, soft and squishy.”

“Appa started making them that way after you left.”

Jungkook’s heart instsntly clenched at his words, not knowing that Minho meant by him leaving for tour—not because of your guys’ relationship ending. “W-Well, that’s good then. But nobody can beat my pancakes though, right bubs?” His voice changing from a stuttering mess to a teasing tone in an instant.

“Don’t make me pick, appa.” Minho pouted.

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head playfully and returning his focus back on the stove.

Not even ten minutes later, Minho spoke up. But this time was different. His voice was no longer playful and gentle, but more serious and sounded even hesitant. “Appa, can I ask you something?”

Jungkook hummed in reply, eyes never leaving the stove.

“Do you still love appa?”

“Of course,” Jungkook answered in an instant, eyes nearly bulging at his son’s question. “Why would you ask me that?”

The frown on Minho’s face only grew in size. “Why aren’t you two together then? Because appa also still loves you—very much.”

Jungkook sighed, lowering his head. For his age, Minho is quite intelligent, so Jungkook knew that this conversation would happen sooner or later. He just preferred the latter. “It’s...It’s just complicated right now, bubs.”

“But you and appa love each other, so why wouldn’t you be together?”

“It’s not that easy, buddy.” Jungkook replied, flipping one of the pancakes and releasing an ashamed sigh. “Let’s just say that appa made a really big mistake and it’s hard to just forgive and forget.”

“What did you do, appa?” Minho tilts his head curiously.

Again, Minho is considered smart for his age. He’s aware that Jungkook is the reason for your sudden change in behavior.

Jungkook just stared at the cooking batter. How do you tell your own son it’s your fault for everything that has been going wrong? “Just...something bad—but don’t worry,” Jungkook quickly added, noticing his son’s frown grow even more. “I’m trying to fix it.”

“How?” Minho continued to question.

“Doing everything in my power to earn your appa’s trust back and make him happy again.” Jungkook answered, briefly glancing at his son while moving one of the finished pancakes onto an empty plate. “Do you think that’s possible?”

Minho nodded instantly, “Appa loves you a lot, so yes, appa, you can do it. It should be easy.”

Jungkook chuckled, “I hope you’re right, bubs.”

“Now,” he then clapped his hands, replacing the small frown on his lips with a smile, trying to lighten his son’s downed mood. “Why don’t we finish making these pancakes, and then we can give these to appa while he’s in bed? I’m sure he’ll love breakfast in bed.”

The frown on Minho’s face instantly dropped and was replaced with a grin, nodding his head.

“Good morning, appa!”

You were barely awake, eyes squinting, when Minho came suddenly barging into your room with a wide smile on his lips. You were about to ask him what he wanted for breakfast but soon found yourself speechless when Jungkook also then stepped inside your room, trailing behind him with a tray in his hands, containing a plate full of pancakes and a cup of orange juice.

“W-What is this?” You mumbled out, glancing towards Jungkook who had small hints of blush on his cheeks.

“Me and appa made breakfast for you,” Minho answered for Jungkook.

“Thank you,” straightening yourself on the bed, you said while Jungkook placed the tray of food on your lap.

Watching you take your first bite of your food, Minho then said, “And it was appa’s idea to give your breakfast in bed.”

Glancing back up, you could see Jungkook’s cheeks become even more red. “T-Thank you,” you repeated again, taking another bite.

Jungkook hummed in reply, swallowing the anxious lump in the back of his throat.

“What about you two?” You asked, sharing a glance between Minho and Jungkook who both took a seat at the edge of your bed. “Have you two eaten yet?”

Jungkook nodded, “Yes, we ate.”

“Then why didn’t you two wake me up?”

“Appa said that you deserve some extra sleep.” Minho stated, turning to his father to see him confirm his words with nod.

You didn’t say anything, only continued to eat. And for the rest of the morning, Jungkook and Minho watched as you finished your breakfast in complete silence.

After finishing your breakfast, you were now in the kitchen cleaning the mess, which included washing the dishes—both yours and theirs, and cleaning up and putting away the ingredients.

Jungkook tried to argue, saying that you didn’t have to but you ignored his protests, telling him that it was the least you could do for him making the delicious breakfast for you.

As you washed the dishes, Jungkook stood behind you leaning against the counter while eating some cashews. “So, I was thinking we could go to the zoo today. You know, me, you and Minho can have a family day together.”

You froze.

“What do you think?” He then asks quietly, noticing your surprised state.

Your mouth opened but no words came out. There was a part of you that was screaming yes, let’s go out and have a family day. But there was also another part that was telling you that this was a bad idea and that you were only going to just hurt yourself again.

Yesterday was probably the best day you’ve had in a long time, despite it not starting it that way. The way you and Jungkook spoke to each other so smoothly, conversations filled with cheerful laughter and smiles.

But of course, your mind had to remind you that everything that happened last night was just for appearance. Seeing her name flashing on his phone’s screen reminded you that you two weren’t married anymore—let alone together, in the midst of finalizing a divorce and also, he’s in a relationship with someone else. The only reason you two were even on that date was just for your guys’ image.

Going out today, as a family would only cause more pain and mock you about how much you wanted a happy, healthy family that didn’t end up happening in the end. And as for Minho, it would only give him false hope that there’s a tiny chance that his two parents would get back together again—which is not the case.

Having a family day together is just a bad idea.

“I-I don’t know if that’s a good idea Jungkook,” you pointed out, heart aching at the frown that formed on his lips. “Going to the zoo together would just—”

“We’re going to the zoo?”

Both your heads whipped to where Minho stood in front of you two, eyes wide and mouth gaped open with excitement clear on his face.

“O-Oh,” you briefly glanced at Jungkook who shared the same unsure expression as you. “I’m not sure yet, pumpkin. Maybe we can—”

“No, please can we go, please appa!” Minho whined, running over and clinging onto your legs while flashing you his puppy dog eyes—and he knew you couldn’t resist. You attempted to turn away, but was only greeted by Jungkook who had the same expression, his wide doe eyes staring back at you with his lips pouting.

You couldn’t help but release your own whine, hopping on the heels of your feet while Minho continued to beg. “Okay, fine.” You gave in, sighing and rolling your eyes. “We can go.”

At your answer, both Minho and Jungkook cheered and high-dived each other, smiles on their faces. “Alright, bubs. Why don’t we let appa finish cleaning while we get changed, okay?”

Minho nodded, arms wide open for Jungkook to lift him up and carry him to the bedroom.

You watched them until they were out of sight, and once you were alone you let out a long, much needed sigh.

Spending the entire day with your ex-husband? Oh, how great this will be.

At least Minho will be there to ease everything, you thought.

Cleaning up the rest of the mess and changing didn’t take as long as you thought it would.

With you and Jungkook already changed, he was still in the bedroom helping Minho get ready while you were waiting in the living room, practically shaking with anxiety.

Today is going to be different from yesterday. While you and Jungkook only spent a few hours together last night, today you’ll be with each other for the entire day. And even though Minho will be there accompanying you two this time, you can’t picture your son will be much help easing the awkward tension.

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing hit your ears. You instantly recognized the familiar tune of a baby crying, which led you to know the owner of the phone—Jungkook.

You stood up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen where his phone was resting on the counter. You knew you shouldn’t be nosy, but you couldn’t help but be curious and glance over to see who was calling him.

Your heart sunk when seeing who it was.

incoming call: yeonha

But that pained feeling was instantly replaced with confusion and curiosity.

Why wasn’t her name babygirl anymore?

don’t worry, you’ll learn what jungkook’s conversion with yeonha was about in the next chapter :)

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Pregnancy Series - Surprise! (2)

You Find Out You’re Pregnant/Telling Him

Shinsou Hitoshi

Hitoshi watched as you paced around the room - your obvious anxiety stressing him out as your generally calm appearance faded. Your period was very late, a lot later for it to be just a normal switch in your period schedule, and the app on your phone had been telling you your period should be coming the following day for a little over a week.

“Kitten, what’s the matter?” 

You knew you already discussed this with him and you both decided you were perfectly ready for a baby - but still, it’s a baby! If you’re pregnant, your whole life is completely changing. So it’s normal to be stressed. Along with that, you had taken a few pregnancy tests but they had shown nothing - and with some research you found the best time to take a pregnancy test after a missed period was… now. Which is why in the bathroom there was a test waiting on the counter as you paced the 5 minutes away.

“I’m… trying to figure out something. Don’t worry about it.” He wasn’t all too convinced with your response, but you didn’t want to say that you might be pregnant and get his hopes up if you weren’t actually pregnant. Then, your phone went off, and you speed walked back to the bathroom after a good 2 seconds of being frozen.

“You got this you got this you got this - oh my god.” You were hyping yourself up to look at the test in front of you, and once you did - there they stood - the 2 lines that signified your future. Even with all your previous anxiety, you couldn’t help but feel a weight be lifted off your chest. Now you knew for sure, and the reality wasn’t as scary as it had seemed before.

Hitoshi, who was very confused by your actions, followed you to the bathroom and leaned into the doorway. “What’re you doing?” You jumped a bit, having not noticed him come in as you stared at the test in your hand, but as you went to tell him the good news you were enveloped in a tight hug.

“You’re pregnant?” 

You nodded into his chest, and you saw him bite his lip to hold back a smile as he looked at the test again, “That’s so exciting kitten~”

Bakugou Katsuki

“Well… did you take it? What did it say?”

Katsu had seemed very inpatient to get you pregnant, getting more and more agitated with each time that the pregnancy test showed up negative. He didn’t blame you, it’s not your fault, it’s just you two hadn’t exactly planned around your ovulation cycle and kinda just went at it, so you started at a bad time. 

But this time, you had a good feeling. You texted Katsu as he was busy with hero work right now, saying that you were gonna try taking another test and that you’d tell him the results in a bit. He replied with a simple ‘okay’ but you knew he was staring at his phone waiting for your answer. 

The 5 minutes went by fast, your phone alarm distracting you from the Youtube video you were watching, and you calmly walked to the counter where you had left the test and looked at the results. And just as your gut had told you - it was positive. Finally, you were pregnant!

So, you called Katsuki, who immediately asked for the status of the test. 

“I did~ and guess what?”

“If you don’t say you’re pregnant I’m gonna kill you.”

“Well lucky for both of us, I’m pregnant!”

He didn’t say anything for a minute, the only sound on the phone being the background noises of the city and your occasional ‘Katsu?’ He soon came back to reality however, and let out a choked, “Great - that’s great.”

“Aww, don’t cry baby-” 

“I’m not crying! I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later, love you.”

Once he hung up you could help but laugh - poor thing was gonna start crying at work, but you couldn’t blame him.

Todoroki Shouto

While at work - during recess while you were watching all the little ones play around the playground, you suddenly felt yourself get extremely dizzy, and then - you woke up inside your classroom. All your students and a few teachers stood around you, one of the them telling the kids to go back to recess.

“Y/n, are you okay? You fainted suddenly.”

You nodded, already starting to feel better. “Yeah, I’m fine. Maybe I was just in the sun for too long.”

“10 minutes? If you passed out from being in the sun for 10 minutes you should go to the doctor. I can bring your class in with mine - do you want me to call your husband to take you?” 

“No, no… I’m fine-”

“Y/n - no. Go.”

Sighing, you nodded again, “Fine, I’ll go to the urgent care. I can take myself, no need to worry Shouto.”

As you promised, you made your way to the closest urgent care - it would be a big waste of time but at least you’d see if something was wrong. You arrived, checked in and all that business, and after a good couple hours you finally made it into the office and explained what happened and you just wanted to make sure you were okay. They did all their tests, and now you were sitting there waiting to see if there were any significant results. 

“So after looking at your results, it appears that you are pregnant! That’s very likely the cause of your fainting, as otherwise you seem to be healthy.”

Pregnant? You were pregnant? As you left the doctor’s, her having given you a bunch of information to find an OBGYN and all those things, you thought about how to tell Shouto. You considered calling him, but figured he would rather hear the news in person. 

He came home late at night - and you in your excitement were standing at the door creepily, scaring him a bit when he walked through the door.

“What are you doing love? Why are you smiling like that?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Shouto stared at you for a second, getting the gears in his brain working after a long day of hero work, and his face lit up into a big smile as he leaned over, cupping your face in his big hands as he kissed you softly. “I promise - I’ll be a good dad. I promise.”

Kirishima Eijirou

You had bought so many pregnancy tests in the past few months due to your eagerness to become a parent - every single morning after you spent it taking a pregnancy test. You had gotten used to the single line appearing on the little piece of plastic however, it seemed luck was not on your side as of late.

That is - until you glanced over the test after hearing your phone signify the 5 minutes had passed, and there were 2 lines. The second was faint, you had barely noticed it when you first looked - but it was there. Two pink lines, and you felt tears well up in your eyes. You were pregnant!

Running out of the bathroom and flopping onto the couch - you let out a happy scream. Eijirou, who had been happily sleeping all this time, walked out of the bedroom with a raised brow. “You okay baby? What happened?”

“I’m pregnant!!!” As you let out another happy squeal, Eiji excitedly ran over to you, carefully flopping himself down onto you and hugging you tightly. “We’re having a baby!” He was tearing up too - you were both so happy, after trying for so long you had finally managed to get pregnant.

“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl - I’m fine with whatever. Who’s gonna be the god parents? Ooh, we should probably call your mom-”

Eijirou was letting his excitement overtake him as he rambled on about the baby. You said nothing, instead choosing to watch your husband with a smile.

Amajiki Tamaki

“Bunny, can I ask you something?” 

You were lying on the couch, technically on Tamaki’s lap - having been extremely tired lately for no apparent reason - and just watching some Netflix. Tamaki had been worried about you since this sudden fatigue began, it being odd for you to be so tired all of the sudden. 

“Sure bub, what’s up.” 

He threaded his fingers through your hair, thinking for a moment before speaking. “Well… I was thinking about what could have caused you to be so tired lately, and - well, a symptom of pregnancy is fatigue, maybe thats a possibility?”

That’s true - you had been trying a bit to get pregnant, so you very well could be. “I can go take a test in a bit, after this episode.” You were still tired and didn’t want to get up, but this was kinda important, so you would pick yourself up in a few minutes.

Eventually, the episode ended, and you slowly sat up, ignoring the dizzy feeling in your head as you did so - heading towards the bathroom. “Good luck bunny!” Tama gave you a positive thumbs up and a big smile, obviously hoping that he was right. You smiled back at him and went into the bathroom, digging through the cupboard for the little box that held the pregnancy test.

You sat on the floor as you waited, the cold tile helping to keep the dizziness away. Tamaki had come to sit with you once you were finished, holding your hand tightly as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Bunny, y/n, look! Look at the test!” 

Opening your eyes, you focused on the test, and your eyes widened as you saw the 2 lines - “You were right, that’s great Tama!” You looked up at him to see small tears flowing down his face, “You’re pregnant. You’re actually pregnant…” He was in a slight state of shock, squeezing your hand tightly as he stared at the test with a happy smile.

Dabi

“Will you get pregnant already?”

“I never thought I’d see the day where you were fucked out.”

Dabi rolled his eyes at your comment, releasing you from his arms and rolling over in the bed. You had just woken up, exhausted and sore from your constant attempts of getting pregnant. Dabi was very dedicated to your goal - to the point where even he was overly exhausted. Boy needed a break. 

“I’ll go take another test.”

He hmmed, wanting to just go back to sleep, and you got up, stumbling a bit due to the numbness in your legs before catching yourself and making your way to the bathroom to grab a pregnancy test from the little pile you had accumulated - you were excited, okay? 

It was a very relaxed process - you had come to expect a negative result but you were hopeful for a positive one, so you were fairly calm as you waited for the results. You scrolled through your phone as you waited, until a few minutes later you decided to check on the test.

A big smile broke out on your face once you saw it, with the 2 very obvious pink lines. Immediately you ran out and jumped onto the bed, causing Dabi to groan loudly and hold the pillow tightly over his head.

“Dabi, come on, wake up - I’m pregnant.”

“It’s about fucking time.”

Pouting, you sat on his stomach and pulled the pillow off of his face. “Dabiii, I’m pregnant. Aren’t you happy?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a hug, “Of course I’m happy. But I’m also tired as hell. Let’s go back to bed, we can celebrate later.”

Shigaraki Tomura

Leaning onto Tomura as he played video games - you attempted to calm your stomach down. You had been nauseous for a couple of days now for some reason, even having thrown up a few times - so you felt overall horrible. Sadly your attempts seemed to be in vain, as you felt the soup Kurogiri had made you start to creep its way back up your throat and you ran to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time to puke.

Surprisingly your boyfriend had peeled himself away from his game to come check up on you - he must be starting to get worried too. “Should I send someone to get you medicine?... Maybe they could grab some of those pregnancy things too -”

“Pregnant! Yes - get me a pregnancy test! That might be why I’m sick!” You knew you hadn’t eaten anything weird lately, and there was no one sick around so it would be odd if you managed to get sick - and with Tomura’s increased need to get you pregnant it made sense that you would be.

He didn’t say anything, just left the bathroom to make someone complete the said task, and came back afterwards to sit with you. Dabi walked in about an hour later, throwing some tylenol and a few pregnancy test boxes towards you before leaving, and Tomura excitedly handed you one.

You shoved Tomura out of the bathroom - since he didn’t want to leave at first - and took the test, tapping your foot impatiently against the wall as you sat on the sink counter, waiting for the alarm on your phone to go off. Once it did, Tomu ran into the bathroom, “Well? Are you?” Looking at the test, you saw two bright pink lines - a big yes. 

Laughing lightly at Tomura’s enthusiasm as he bouncing on his heels like a little kid, you turned the test to show him, “Yup, I’m pregnant.” His reaction was a bit underwhelming after all that drama - him just giving you a “Nice” before going back to his video game. But - later that night, when he thought you were sleeping, you swore you heard him crying as he held your stomach.

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

hi bub!! congrats on 300 followers! I would like to request a star matchup, I'm a aries sun, taurus moon and Virgo rising, and my selfship is with tsukki, iwa or bikuto, I let you choose the one cause I can't hehhr<3333 thank you so much for doing this!!!

𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕡 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 ���𝕨𝕒

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑠 🪐

Aries is ruled by the Planet Mars and Gemini is ruled by the Planet Mercury.

These Planets represent Passion and Communication, respectively.

Because of their different approaches, Aries and Gemini work great in tandem — they get their points across in different ways, but they definitely get those points across.

Fevered debates will either spice up this union — or ruin it. Aries needs to understand that Gemini loves a good, fiery argument, not to insult or dominate their challenger but as a great brain workout.

𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 🔥💧🍃🌬

Aries is a Fire Sign and Gemini is an Air Sign.

Air fuels Fire and makes it spread, making this a great combination. Gemini also helps Aries realize their full potential — Gemini definitely has the energy to keep up with Aries’s fast pace and wild ideas!

The combination of true, driving passion and intellectual prowess makes just about anything possible for these two.

Both Signs have wide-ranging interests, and the best part is, at the end of a long and active day, Aries can come home and tell chat-hungry Gemini all about it!

𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 🤞

Lack of trust is probably the biggest problem in this relationship. Aries is passionate, ruled by Mars and possibly very jealous. Gemini is ruled by Mercury, the zodiac’s trickster, always changing the face they wear for the world.

Most Gemini representatives aren’t even aware of their basic individuality, convinced that they change personality overnight. Although this is not exactly true, the sense that Aries can get from them is not exactly a recipe for trust.

Because of this, Aries might get angry, Gemini distracted and distant, to the point where Aries starts looking for another partner even if the relationship has not ended and Gemini doesn’t even care anymore.

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 🤝

Aries is simply not the master of the art of conversation.

Gemini is a sign ruled by Mercury and conversation is their main life theme.

Even if they talk less than a typical Gemini usually does, their inner dialogue must be rich.

Both partners should approach the relationship as if Gemini person was there to teach Aries how to have a good conversation.

Since Gemini loves to be in a role of a teacher and loves to be in a relationship in which their partner learns something from them, this should be a good approach for both of them.

That is if Aries’ ego allows this “submissive” role.

Still, we are all aware that there are some Gemini representatives that simply talk too much about nothing significant at all.

This would be a reason for Aries to lose their temper and think of their partner as superficial and even stupid.

This loss of respect is truly bad for their own ego, since the decision to be with this partner was theirs in the first place.

They should remember that there is always somebody in the world who wouldn’t think of this specific Gemini as stupid and that everyone deserves to be with someone who doesn’t see them in this light.

When this disrespect happens in their relationship, Aries should consider letting their Gemini go and look for someone who suits them better.

𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 😠😔😊

Emotional realm is a tricky territory for this couple.

Aries partner has warm, passionate emotions and a problem to express them. Gemini often doesn’t go very deep beneath the surface to look for someone’s hidden qualities and isn’t really that emotional by nature.

So this is a mix of an emotional partner who can’t communicate how they feel, and a rational one who talks about everything else.

The good thing is that Aries does not lack the fierceness to turn Gemini’s attention to them and make them listen.

When they manage to connect in a constructive dialogue, it is possible for them to explain to each other where they stand and how they feel, and this way set a good foundation for future emotional exchange.

𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑠 🤲

When you calculate the fact that Aries values a person’s ability to be clear and concise, and Gemini’s need to talk around everything, it seems pretty obvious that this is not a perfect match.

Now think of Gemini.

It is kind of hard to think of any of their values except for the fact that they value everything interesting, and this is a kind of understatement since they find almost everything interesting.

Well this is not exactly true. Gemini partners value knowledge and someone’s literal abilities, as well as a fine rational mind.

This is something Aries can fulfill to a certain point, in case they don’t react on impulse to everything Gemini says.

It is not that difficult for these partners to respond to each other’s needs, but if they don’t share similar education, interests and strength of character, they might see each other unworthy of their affection.

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦𝑠 💪

Gemini is all for activity however insane certain activities might be, and Aries will feel liberated in this relationship.

It is hard to say who will lead and who will follow, as Aries always leads with that atomic energy, while Gemini always comes up with new ideas and initiative.

They motivate and challenge each other all the time and they both never say “no”.

Choices of activities Aries come up with must be truly aggressive and ridiculous for Gemini not to engage.

If Gemini thinks of something that Aries would maybe like to refuse, their ego wouldn’t let them and they would jump in anyway, just to prove that they can.

This much excitement should be followed by enough rest and time spent at home.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 💕

The overall impression of this couple would be good, exciting and challenging, a relationship where both partners can learn a lot and be active in a healthy way.

The main problem with their romantic involvement is the lack of trust, especially if Aries partner gets too attached to Gemini, always fighting for their freedom.

The need for conversation with a lot of essence is bigger than any positive or any negative aspects of their relationship and both of them should always have this in mind. In general, there is a big chance these two will end up together, because their shared love of adventure is bigger than most of their troubles.

[keiscait]

Hi! I just wanted to say from the match-ups I have seen that you are such a great writer! If it’s not too much I was wondering if I could get a living room and bedroom matchup for a male character. If both are too much, feel free to do one whichever one you feel like you can write better. I wanna do this anon so the emoji you can use for me is: <33

Info:

Pronouns: She/Hers

Personality: I am a very goal orientated person and I can become very hard on myself sometimes if I don’t achieve things as well as I wanted to. I tend to be quiet but not shy per say. I do not have trouble talking to people and making friends and I can become very outgoing but in the friend group itself I usually keep to myself. If I am comfortable with you I will make witty remarks and make fun of you in a playful friend banter kinda way but I would like to say I am a good listener so I can get serious real quick. I am really big on trust and I used to trust too easily and now I am a bit more closed off where it is a bit harder for me to trust others.

Relationships: When it comes to relationships, I believe in communication and I haven’t had a big problem with it in the past. I wouldn’t mind a small pda such as hand holding or a small kiss here and there but nothing over the top because you gotta keep the important stuff private ya know. My love language is quality time because I tend to be really busy once school starts and so making effort to see each other even through our busy schedules is really important to keep the relationship healthy.

Hobbies: I believe that you need a good balance between work and play though so some other hobbies I have are painting (acrylic and watercolor), baking, and skateboarding. I also listen to music everyday and watch like an episode before I go to sleep if I have school but binge watch on break. I also try to game a bit too like league, minecraft, and my switch. I also like hiking and runs in the mornings before class because it really clears my head and I used to be on the swim team but I don’t competitively do it anymore.

Bedroom: I believe I would be a switch that leans more submissive. However, I am really cautious to do anything because I need to trust them to be submissive. I would consider myself very open to different kinks and what not and aftercare is a must. I’m not super into degrading because I’m sensitive af. I just would want someone who is observant with me and my body as well as someone who helps me with my insecurities. Once I’m comfortable though I definitely become a brat. Just want someone who would manhandle but still tell me i’m the prettiest girl they’ve ever met hahaha.

Zodiac: Pisces (sun), Cancer (rising), and Leo (moon)

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

Future Plans/ Dreams: I am working to become a biomedical engineer one day to help make medical devices to help people. Right now I am leaning towards possibly doing physical therapy and making prosthetics.

Looks: I’m 5’6/5’7 and have a medium build. I am tan kinda like a honey color with black wavy/slightly curly hair that is about at my breast length. My eyes are hazel but mainly light brown and I have pretty big doe like eyes.

Sorry if it’s too much or too little but thank you so much! and I have such respect for writers so keep being you :) HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND STAY SAFE

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Hello and welcome, my darling! So sorry for the long wait, and thank you SO MUCH for your kind words! (⌒‿⌒)❤️ Let’s get right to it then! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

I was reading your description, and I think the person I had in mind for you also fits your bedroom matchup!

Our lovely guest keeping us company in both rooms is...

(Runner up: Ushijima Wakatoshi)

Kageyama is a very complex character. He’s one of the few characters ever who we actually see slips back into his old bad habits every now and then, but is immediately remorseful and shows signs of him knowing better. He’s always striving for progress, and he understands more than others what it’s like to dislike your past self.

- Tobio here is somehow both incredibly observant yet so fricking DENSE

- I imagine that however it is that you two meet, he’ll be super formal at first. It’ll take a little while for a romance to build because he’s not used to opening up, and he’ll need to really trust the person for him to let his walls down

- however, as soon as you guys establish a friendship, he’d be drawn to you and how goal-oriented you are, especially since he is, too

- He’d take interest in you, notice all your little quirks, and would even find himself blushing whenever you playfully tease him

- Problem is, he has no fucking clue why HAHAH

- I love him sm but boy doesn’t know what it is to like someone

- Hinata would try to explain it to him and he’d just be like cr- cru--... c-CRUSH?? ...what is that?

- Man is in desperate need of wingman someone help him

- Anyway, once his friends get Operation: Get Tobio A Girlfriend in motion, he just turns into his pouty blushy self whenever he sees you

- The other boys will probably go overboard that he’ll be forced to take matters into his own hands

- The confession would be a damn mess but in an adorable way

- He’d 100% yell his feelings at you while pouting/blushing

- You’d have to shush him TBH 

- shush him with a kiss maybe? that’s a great way to shut him up ( 　･ิω･ิ)

- Kageyama_Tobio.exe stopped responding

- anyway I think he’d just be such a soft, protective boyfriend, especially since you’re kind of quiet

- You two would understand each other so well. He’d protect you and your quiet side, while you would help him be more relatable in order to make friends. It’s also perfect that you two are both goal-oriented, because then you’d be on the same page when it comes to co-dependence/independence. One would understand the other when it comes to pressure, deadlines, and hard work, and you’d just be super supportive of each other all the time

- I think you’re better at communicating than he is, so you may have to inform him a bit on how it should work between the two of you. He’d pick up on this really fast tho so no need to worry! Kags has got you ;)

- Dates would be really productive ones. Study dates, work dates, workout dates; anything that would be beneficial to your improvement

- Early morning hikes with Kags :’( beautiful

- He really appreciates that you’re not big on PDA because that puts a lot less pressure on himself to be someone he’s not. PLUS I imagine he’s the same as you, who really treasures the private moments between the two of you because you’re both so busy

- Once you guys have some private time, he’d take it as an opportunity to release all his pent up energy and emotions. He’d be so needy and clingy when he knows others can’t see

- ( 　･ิω･ิ) ( 　･ิω･ิ) ( 　･ิω･ิ) also u kno whassup when you guys finally get some private time ( 　･ิω･ิ) ( 　･ิω･ิ)( 　･ิω･ิ)

- I don’t think Kags is the very kinky type. He’d be a dom, but I don’t think the freaky stuff would really appeal to him, especially if it’s degradation, since the man worships you?? He’s just like... why tho 

- He may get into some stuff that emphasizes his strength, mostly how he grabs you and handles your body

- Picks up on your sweet spots really quick, and I imagine he can even deduce which parts are sensitive without you having to tell him

- Apologizes if he ever makes you uncomfortable :’( he’d just be SO tender and protective

- I don’t think he knows what aftercare is, or like the specifics of it, but I think despite that, he’d just naturally want to take care of you and check in on you afterwards. He’d ask if you’re okay, if you need anything, if you’re feeling any kind of pain, if there’s anything he can improve on. And he’d definitely scan your body for any bruises.

~

You were walking home from an exhausting day at work. 

There were more than a few setbacks today - an annoying coworker took credit for your hard work, your precisely detailed schedule wasn’t honored by others, and because of this, you weren’t able to have lunch. It was now 6:30PM. The rain poured as you waited at the bus stop. You were famished, soaked, and, quite frankly, so done with this day. 

You sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. You were so out of it today that you haven’t had the chance to check on your unread messages. Your boyfriend, Tobio, had left a few missed calls over the past hour, causing some worry. He didn’t usually call, given how busy he was all the time. You texted him first to check in.

You: Everything okay, bub?

K: Yes. Sorry about all the missed calls. Where are you right now?

Y: At the bus stop near my building. Why?

K: Which one?

K: Never mind. I see you

What? You whipped your head left and right, then saw your boyfriend’s figure standing a few meters away, umbrella in hand. He was truly a sight for sore eyes right now - he wasn’t wearing anything special, juts his usual tracksuit, but he was wrapped in a scarf and held a soft expression on his face. It was just the warmth you needed right now. He jogged over to you, closing the umbrella as he made it under the roof. 

“Hi love,” you started, “what on earth are you doing here?” A huge weight seems to have been lifted off of you.

He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, rubbing your body to give extra warmth. Pulling back, he took off his scarf so that he could wrap it around your neck. 

“It’s been raining all day but I noticed you left your umbrella at home. I was hoping to catch you before you left work so that you don’t have to walk in the rain.” You couldn’t help the smile that was erupting through the exhaustion. This felt like an all new Tobio. “I guess I was a little too late, I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “No, don’t worry about it. Thank you for thinking of me, bub.” You allowed yourself to slump onto him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You felt him loosen up, strong arms making their way around your form. You looked up at him without pulling away. Your big doe eyes stared into his blue ones, totally sinking into each other’s gaze. He planted a small kiss onto your nose. It wasn’t normal for you to be so affectionate outdoors, but right now, it seemed apt. You scrunched up your nose in response.

Had it not been for the honking of the bus, the two of you could’ve cuddled in the rain for much longer, ridding each other of the lousiness of the day.

~

I hope that was alright with you, darling! Thank you so much for trusting me with your matchup. Hope you’re having a wonderful new year so far!! Please don’t hesitate to sit and have a chat with me anytime ❤️

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[winchesterbrotherstan]

SPN- Playthings (2.11)

Pairing: Olive Winchester (sister OC)

Summary: After a month of searching for Ava with no results, the siblings accept a case from Ellen. Sam spirals after a secret is revealed, Olive plays caretaker, and Dean makes a promise he can’t keep.

Warnings: uh, like a ghost, the word gun is in there one time (wow), uh there’s some cursing, DOLLS ARE FUCKING CREEPY OKAY, uhh, olive says the word milf, uh like, idk?? mentions of dead ppl??

Word Count: 6079

“Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Ellen.” Sam hung up the phone as I unlocked the door, pushing it open with my foot.

“What’d she have to say?” Dean shut the door behind him.

“Oh, she’s got nothing.” Sam sighed. “Me, I’ve been checking every database I can think of. Federal, state, local. No one’s heard anything about Ava. She just… into thin air, you know?”

Dean sighed and handed Sam one of the coffee cups. Sam looked over at us with hopeful puppy eyes.

“What about you?”

Dean and I shared a look. I shook my head and turned back to Sam.

“Nothing yet. I’m sorry, bubs.”

Sam sighed. “Ellen did have one thing.”

“What was it?” Dean sat down at the table.

I dropped onto Sam’s bed and began to work at my shoes.

“A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents in the past three weeks.”

Dean looked at me. I shrugged.

“I’m confused, what’s this have to do with Ava?”

Sam shook his head. “No, it’s just a job. A lady drowned in the bathtub, then a few days ago a guy falls down the stairs. His head does a complete one-eighty. Not exactly normal, you know. I dunno, guys, it might be nothing, but I told Ellen we’d think about checking it out.”

Sam looked at us. I shrugged again.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Wait, you did?” Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yeah.” Sam frowned. “Why do you seem surprised?”

“Well, it’s just… you know…” Dean scratched the back of his neck. “Not the uh, patented Sam Winchester way. Is it?”

Sam raised an eyebrow.. “And what way is that?”

“Oh, you know, I just figured that after Ava, there’d be, uh… ya now, more angst and droopy music and staring out rainy windows and-”

Sam shot Dean a bitchface, and he chuckled.

“Okay. I’ll shut up now.”

“Look.” Sam huffed. “I’m the one who told her to go back home. And now her fiancé’s dead and some demon snatched her and took her God knows where. But we’ve been looking for a month now, and we’ve still got nothing. I’m not giving up on her, but I’m not gonna sit by and let other people die either. We’ve gotta save as many people as we can.”

“Wow.” Dean blinked. “That attitude is just way too healthy for me. I’m officially uncomfortable now. Thanks.”

Sam ducked his head and laughed. I shuffled from the bed to stand behind him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and leaned over him. He patted my arm with a smile.

“Alright.” Dean huffed dramatically. “Call Ellen, tell her we’ll take it.”

                                                            ***

I yawned as Dean put the Impala in park. We had stayed in the car for the night, and with Jinx and my most recent growth spurt, it proved to be more difficult than we had remembered. I kicked Dean in my sleep, and my leg had twisted up weird.

“Dude, this is sweet.” Dean grinned as we poured out of the car. “I never get to work jobs like this.”

“Like what?”

“Old school haunted houses, you know? Fog, secret passageways… sissy British accents. Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we’re inside.” Dean closed his eyes with a smile and a soft sigh. “Mmm, Daphne. Love her.”

I shook my head as we started up the porch stairs.

“Hey, wait a sec.” Sam held a hand out, stopping us both short.

I turned back down the steps, staring at an urn on the side of the stairs. Dean stopped walking and looked at us over his shoulder.

“I’m not so sure haunted’s the problem.”

“What do you mean?”

“See the pattern?” Sam squatted next to the urn and tapped a five point symbol engraved in a sun. “That’s a quincunx.”

“A five-spot.” I hummed.

“Five-spot.” Dean repeated.

“Yeah.”

“That’s used for hoodoo spellwork, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. You fill this thing with bloodweed and you’ve got a powerful charm to ward off enemies.”

“Yeah, except I don’t see any bloodweed.” Dean smacked his lips. “Don’t you think this place is a little too, uh… whitemeat for hoodoo?”

Sam huffed as we looked around. “Maybe.”

We filed into the inn one by one. Dean caught the front lady’s attention, and Sam and I took our sweet time closing the door, observing the old timey interior.

“May I help you?”

“Hi, yeah, I’d like a room for a couple of nights.” Dean smiled.

Sam and I shared a look before he stepped into the lobby. A little girl wearing an old school-uniform bumped into Sam’s legs as she ran across the room. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up straight, and Jinx barked. I knelt next to her and shushed her, smoothing her fur out.

“Hey!” The lady shouted before looking at Sam. “I’m so sorry about that.”

Sam shook his head, a dismissive frown on his face. “No problem.”

“Well, um, congratulations. You could be some of our final guests.”

“Well. Sounds vaguely ominous.” Dean huffed.

“No, I’m sorry. I mean we’re closing at the end of the month.” The lady looked over the two. “Let me guess. You guys are here antiquing?”

Dean looked back at Sam with a why not look before turning back. “How’d you know?”

“Oh, you just look the type.”

I could sense Dean’s discomfort. Sam stepped forward.

“Sorry, uh, are you guys pet friendly? She’s well trained, we just didn’t have anywhere to leave her.”

“Normally we’re not, but since we’re so close to shutting down, it’s fine.”

Sam nodded at me and I slowly brought Jinx in.

“So, uh, one king-sized bed?”

“What?” Sam blinked.

“Oh, oh, oh, uh, no. No, no, no.” I shook my head, popping in between the two. “No, two singles.” I circled my finger around the three of us. “We’re just siblings.”

“Oh.” The lady’s eyes widened. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

Dean tilted his head. “What’d you mean that we look the type?”

She stared down while looking for something to say. Sam cleared his throat.

“You know, speaking of antiques, you have a really, really interesting urn on the front porch. Where’d you get that?”

“Oh, I have no idea.” She smiled, grateful for the out. “It’s been there forever.”

She handed Dean a room key. “Here you go, Mr. Mahagov.”

Dean gave her the classic white-people smile and took the key. “Thanks.”

The lady rang the bell on the counter. “You’ll be staying in room 237. Sherwin, could you show these fine folks to their room?”

Dean and I turned to see an old, balding man dressed formally shuffling up behind us. “Let me guess. Antiquers?”

The three of us bit our tongues as Sherwin took Dean’s bag from him and began to lead us up the stairs. Sam and I opted to keep ours on our shoulders. Sam scooped Jinx off her feet and held her to his chest as we followed Sherwin. Dean’s duffel bag wouldn’t stop clunking, and I was horrified a gun would somehow go off. Dean scratched the back of his neck.

“I could give you a hand with that bag.”

“I got it.”

“Okay.” Dean licked his lips and gave me a look.

I patted his arm. Sam cleared his throat.

“So, the hotel’s closing up, huh?”

“Yep. Miss Susan tried to make a go of it, but the guests just don’t come like they used to. Still, it’s a damn shame.”

“Oh, yeah?” Sam spoke in a tell-us-more tone.

“It may not look it anymore, but this place was a palace. Two different vice-presidents laid their heads on our pillows. My parents worked here, I practically grew up here. Gonna miss it.” Sherwin sighed as he unlocked our room and pushed the door open. “Here’s your room.”

He handed Sam the key and nodded as we shuffled into the room. Dean turned to shut the door, only to see that Sherwin was standing there, hand out.

“You’re not gonna… cheap out on me. Are you, boy?”

Dean sighed as he pulled out his wallet.

                                                           ***

Sam ran a hand through his hair as he skimmed over the paper in his hand. I yawned and put down the paper I had just finished reading. Dean was pacing. He let out a dry chuckle, then a mumble of curses.

“What?” Sam and I didn’t look up.

“That’s normal.” Dean huffed.

I looked up as he stood next to me, arms crossed over his chest. There was an old wedding dress pinned up to the wall. I sucked in air through my teeth as Dean moved to sit on one of the beds.

“Why the hell would anyone stay here? I’m amazed they kept in business this long.” He dropped onto the bed, which sunk further under him.

“Alright, victim number one.” I spoke up, waving the paper. “Joan Edison, forty three years old. Realtor handling the sale of the hotel. Victim number two?” I looked over at Sam.

“Larry Williams. Moving some stuff out to Goodwill.”

“Well, there’s a connection. They’re both tied up in shutting the place down.”

“Yeah.” Sam hummed. “Maybe somebody here doesn’t wanna leave, and they’re using hoodoo to fight back.”

“Who do you think our witch doctor is? That Susan lady?”

“Nah.” Sam shook his head. “Doesn’t seem likely. I mean, she is the one selling.”

“Maybe Sherwin?” I offered.

“I don’t know.” Sam shrugged.

“Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we’re gay?”

“Well…” Sam hummed. “You are kinda butch. Probably think you’re overcompensating.”

I snorted. “It’s cause you’re a bottom and Sam’s not.” I mumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” I mumbled again.

“Ha fucking ha.” Dean narrowed his eyes at me with a huff.

                                                           ***

“This place is weird.” I stuck to Dean’s side as we poked around the hallways.

“Hey, look.” Sam pulled another urn off a table. “More hoodoo.”

Dean made a face before looking around. He stalked off toward a door marked PRIVATE and knocked. Sam put the urn down and we crowded Dean in the doorway, eyes wide as we looked around.

The door opened, revealing Susan. “Hi.”

“Hi there.” Dean gave his charming grin.

“Everything okay with your room?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Oh, yeah everything’s great.”

“Well-”

“Well, I was, I was just in the middle of packing.” She cut Dean off as the three of us talked over each other.

“Hey!” Dean’s face lit up as he looked past her. “Are those antique dolls? Cause this one,” he turned and picked his victim. “Sammy here’s got a major doll collection back home. Don’t ya?”

He gave Susan a polite smile that, hopefully, screamed murder to Dean. “Big time.”

“Big time. You think he could come, or we could come in and take a look?”

Susan shifted. “I don’t know…”

“Please?” Dean begged. “I mean, he loves them. He’s not gonna tell you this, but he’s uh, he’s always dressing em up in their tiny little outfits, and uh,” he shrugged, “honestly, you’d make his day. You- she would, huh?” He turned to Sam with a grin.

Sam looked sick. “It’s true.”

“Okay.” Susan stepped aside. “Come on in.”

“Alright! Alright.” Dean slapped Sam’s back as we trudged into the room.

Sam gave him another death glare and I pushed myself between the two as we looked around the room.

“Wow.” Dean hummed. “That’s a lot of dolls.” He feigned a smile. “I mean, they’re nice, ya know.” He looked down at me and mumbled. “Not super creepy at all.”

Susan laughed. “Yeah, I suppose they are a little creepy. But they’ve been in the family forever. A lot of sentimental value.”

“What is this?” Sam was on the other end of the room, walking around a huge dollhouse. “The hotel?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Susan smiled. “Exact replica, custom built.”

Sam frowned and picked something up off the ground. “His head got twisted around.” He held a doll up so Dean and I could see.

Dean and I shared a look before turning to Susan.

“What happened to it?”

“Oh, Tyler, probably.”

We forced understanding smiles, and the second Susan turned her back, we gave each other bug eyes.

What the fuck?

“Mommy!” Tyler ran in. “Maggie’s being mean!”

“Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, okay.”

“Hey, Tyler.” Sam came over with a soft smile on his face. “I see you broke your doll. You want me to fix it?”

“I didn’t break it.” Tyler pouted. “I found it like that.”

“Oh.” Sam smiled wider. “Well, maybe Maggie did it.”

I sighed. Sometimes it broke my heart to know he’d never have a family of his own.

“No.” Tyler shook her head. “Neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke them.”

“Oh, Tyler.” Susan hummed. “She wouldn’t get mad.”

��Grandma?” Dean took a step forward.

“Grandma Rose. These were all her toys.”

“Oh, really?” Dean looked around. “Where’s Grandma Rose now?”

“Up in her room.”

“You know, I’d, I’d, uh, I’d really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll-”

“No.” Susan cut Sam off. “I mean, I’m afraid that’s impossible. My mother’s been very sick and she’s not taking any visitors.”

We were promptly ushered out of the room, and the door was shut behind us.

“What do you guys think?” Dean began. “Dolls, hoodoo, mysterious shut-in grandma?”

“Boys, I hate to say it, I really do. But I think we’re in a horror movie.”

Sam ran a hand over his face and Dean gave me a gentle push. “Every time you say that, something goes terribly wrong. Have you realized that?”

I frowned. “No. I just kinda say things.”

Sam sighed. “Okay, well dolls are used in all kinds of voodoo and hoodoo. Curses, binding spells…”

“Yeah, maybe we’ve found our witch doctor. Alright, I’ll see what I can go dig up on booming granny. You go get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing. See if she’s whacked anybody before.”

                                                           ***

“Jesus Christ.” I hissed as I shut the room door behind me, leaning on it.

Sam looked up, teary eyed. “What happened?”

“Uh… lawyer. He hung himself.”

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose and looked down. His shoulders began to shake, and I felt my heart soften.

“Sammy…”

He looked up, tears falling down in streaks. “Jessica was pregnant.”

I stopped cold. “What?”

He pushed his hair out of his face. “She was pregnant. Becky called me.”

“Becky… Becky from a year ago?”

He nodded. “She knew, and she never said a thing.”

“Hold on, Sammy…” I trailed off as I sat down on the table. “When?”

He looked away. “When…” He licked his lips and let out a strangled sob. “When she died.”

He began to weep, and I scrambled to my feet, pulling him into my chest. He gripped fistfuls of my jacket, and I ran a hand through his hair as the other held his shoulders tightly.

“Sammy, I’m so sorry.” I whispered.

“I couldn’t save the lawyer. I couldn’t even save Jess.” He whimpered.

“Sams, neither were your fault.”

“I was gonna be a dad.”

“I am so sorry, Sammy.” I pressed a long kiss to the top of his head and bit back my own tears.

“I should’ve done something.”

I rubbed his back. “Sams, there is nothing you could’ve done.”

He pulled back and wiped his face. “I dreamt about it! I could’ve done something! I could’ve saved her! What if something happens to you? O-o-or to Dean? I’m useless.”

My heart shattered, and I cupped his face, bending down so that we were nose to nose.

“You are not useless. You’re my brother. Dean and I need you.”

He shook his head, pushing my hands away. “I’m gonna go for a walk.”

He stumbled to his feet, and I sighed as his breath hit my face. I grabbed his wrists and pulled him back.

“Sams, you’re drunk.”

“So? You think I won’t be able to go on a walk?” He challenged.

“No.” I whispered. “But I’m not gonna let you go out into a haunted hotel while you’re wasted.”

He huffed. “I just-”

“Do you need to be alone?”

He nodded.

“Okay.” I tugged him back toward his chair. “Stay here. I’ll go for a walk.” I glanced at my watch. “I’ll be back in half an hour. Okay?”

He nodded again as he dropped into his seat. I cupped his face again.

“I love you. Okay?”

He nodded.

“I’ll be back soon.” I kissed his head again before grabbing Jinx’s leash and calling her over.

She bolted out the door and sat in the hall. I looked over my shoulder to see Sam with his head in his hands. I sighed and shut the door.

                                                           ***

Jinx yawned as she dropped to her stomach. I had walked her around the neighborhood, which was, like the hotel, creepy. It was picturesque, but the antique feeling was everywhere, and it was one I didn’t like.

Somebody started up the stairs, and I didn’t look up as I scooted over, trying to give them more space to walk.

“Sweetheart?”

I looked up to see Dean. I sighed.

“What happened? Where’s Sam?”

“Um…” I stood and avoided eye contact.

“Ol.” Dean craned his neck to catch my eye. “Why did I see a coroner’s van-”

“A lawyer hung himself.”

“Jesus.” Dean huffed.

“Look… Jess was pregnant.”

“What?”

“Jessica. When she died. She was pregnant. Sam just found out.”

Dean’s eyes bugged out of his head. “Wh…”

“Just cut him some slack. Okay?”

Dean huffed. “Fine. Come on.”

We trudged up the stairs and into the lobby in silence.

“Uh, hey.” Susan caught our attention. “I’m sure you heard about the lawyer… look, if you’d like to check out, I can give you a full refund.”

I shook my head. “No. Thanks.”

“We don’t scare that easily.” Dean pulled me to keep walking.

He led the way up the stairs and pushed the door open.

“There’s been another one. Lawyer hung himself.” He called into the room.

“We know.” Sam grunted.

I shut the door and flicked the lights on.

“We’ve gotta figure this out, and fast.” Dean huffed. “What’d you find out about Granny?”

“You’re bossy.” Sam snorted out.

I cursed to myself as Dean spun around. “What?”

“You’re bossy. And short.” Sam let out a sloppy laugh.

A glare formed on Dean’s face as he looked my way, then back at Sam. “Are you drunk?”

“Yeah.” Sam laughed again. “So? Stupid.”

Dean looked around and spotted the empty bottles. His shoulders fell and he shook his head at me. I looked down at the ground.

“Dude. What are you thinking? We’re working a case.” Dean barked out.

Sam stared down at the ground, tearful again. “That guy who hung himself. I couldn’t save him.”

“What are you talking about? You didn’t know. You couldn’t have done anything, Sam.

“That’s an excuse, Dean.” Sam huffed. “I should’ve found a way to save him. I should’ve saved Ava, too.”

Dean made a face, and I grabbed his wrist. “Hey. Slack. Remember? We’re cutting him some slack.”

Dean sighed and took a few steps toward Sam. “Well, you can’t save everyone. Even you said that.”

“No, Dean, you don’t understand!” Sam slammed the table. “The more people I save, the more I can change!”

My heart fell to my stomach.

“Change what, Sam?” Dean shook his head.

“My destiny, Dean!” Sam leaned forward, his hands on his chest

Dean sighed. “Alright. Time for bed. Come on, Sasquatch.” He pulled Sam up by the shoulders. “Come on.”

“I need you to watch out for me.” Sam huffed as Dean pushed him toward the bed.

“I always do.”

“No! No, no, no. You have to watch out for me, alright? And if I ever…” Sam huffed again. “Turn into something that I’m not…”

My skin began to crawl, and Dean tilted his head.

“You have to kill me.” Sam looked over Dean’s shoulder, at me. “Either of you.”

“No!” I spat.

“Sam.” Dean’s tone was dismissive.

“Dean! Dad told you to do it, you have to.”

“Yeah, well, Dad was an ass.” Dean snarled.

Sam frowned, confusion washing over his face.

“He never should have said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids.” 

“No. He was right to say it! Who knows what I might become?” Sam whined. “Even now, everyone around me dies!”

“Yeah, well, Olive and I aren’t dying, okay?”

“And neither are you.” I hissed as I helped Dean maneuver Sam onto the bed. “Come on, Sams.”

He sat on the bed, but he wouldn’t lay down. He grabbed Dean’s jacket and pulled him close. “No, Dean, please!” Sam whined again. “You’re the only one who can do it. Promise.”

“Don’t ask that of me.” Dean shook his head.

“Dean, please.” Sam begged. “You have to promise me.”

Dean looked away, and I caught his eye. I shook my head, eyes wide and full of tears. Dean sniffled, tears collecting in his own eyes.

“Don’t.” I hissed.

He looked back at Sam. “I promise.”

“Thanks.” Sam reached up to grab Dean’s face. “Thank you.”

Dean batted Sam’s hand away. I climbed onto the bed and pulled Sam to lay down as Dean lifted his legs onto the bed. Sam turned and planted his face onto my chest, wrapping both of his arms around me. I hugged him back and glared at Dean as he ran a hand over his face.

                                                           ***

“Oh god.” Sam’s voice was hoarse.

“Sams?” I whispered.

He slowly rolled onto his back with a huff. “Oh fuck.”

“Hey.” I sat up and pushed his hair out of his face.

“I’m gonna be sick.”

“Oh. Oh god, oh no.” I hissed as he scrambled off the bed, stumbling his way to the bathroom.

He barely made it as he threw up. I groaned. Taking care of the boys while they were black out drunk was one thing, but hungover and throwing up was another story.

“Oh, bambi.” I whispered, helping him settle on his knees. “Come on, let’s take your jacket off.” I eased the denim fabric from his shoulders.

“Shit.” He groaned.

“Come on. Shoes, too.” I rubbed his shoulders.

“You don’t have to take care of me.” He fussed as he kicked his shoes off.

“You always take care of me.” I knelt by his side and brushed a thumb over his cheek. “Let me take care of you.”

He gave me a soft smile, but it fell. His face drained of color, and he turned back to the toilet. I sighed as I rubbed his back. He spat into the toilet again. I shushed him soothingly.

“How are you feeling, Sammy?” Dean all but shouted as he entered the room, out of view.

Sam groaned before dry heaving. I stood up and crouched behind him, pulling his hair into a small ponytail. I tucked what didn’t stay behind his ears.

“I guess mixing whiskey and Jäger wasn’t such a gangbuster idea, huh?”

Sam ignored him.

“I’ll bet you don’t remember a single thing from last night, do you?” Dean asked, hope in his eyes.

I shot him a glare, and he cleared his throat. Sam only huffed before letting out another groan.

“No, I can still taste the fucking tequila.”

A relieved smile grew on Dean’s face, and I sighed as I rubbed Sam’s back again, sitting on the edge of the tub. He leaned down on his feet with a groan. I pulled the hand towel off the ring and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He dropped onto his butt and leaned into me, head hitting my chest. I cooed as I pushed stray hairs from his face.

“You know, there’s a really good hangover remedy.” Dean cracked a devilish grin.

“Dean.” I warned.

“It’s a, uh, it’s a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray.”

“Oh, I hate you.” Sam popped back to his knees to throw up.

“I know you do.” Dean laughed. “Hey, turns out when Grandma Rose was a tyke, she had a Creole nanny who wore a hoodoo necklace.” He leaned in the doorway and huffed, waving the air in front of his nose. “God, it fucking stinks in here.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me.” I grumbled back.

“Whew.” Dean hummed. “Sometimes I forget you have better senses than we do.”

“Okay, you think the nanny taught Rose hoodoo?”

“Yes I do.” Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

“Alright.” Sam stumbled to his feet. “I think it’s time we’ve talked to Rose, then.”

His breath hit my face and I held back my own gag. “Oh, Sams.” I stepped back. “You’ve gotta brush your teeth first.”

                                                           ***

“I’ll see you guys later.” I pressed a kiss to Sam’s cheek, then to Dean’s.

“See you, baby.” Dean grinned.

“Love you, bug.” Sam gave me a kind smile.

“Love you guys too. Be safe.”

“Always, you too!” Dean called as I shut the car door and started across the parking lot.

I tugged on the straps of my backpack as I walked up the steps and into the school. I fished the crumpled schedule from my back pocket and sighed.

World geography.

“Hey.”

I looked up to see a blond boy my age smiling at me.

“Hi.” I feigned a smile back.

“Need help finding your classes? I moved here a few years ago, I’ve got the building pretty much down.” He chuckled.

I shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

“Adam.” He held his hand out.

I shook it. “Olive.”

He chuckled. “Nice name.”

I rolled my eyes with a smile. “Thanks. My brothers love food.”

“Brothers?” He repeated as we walked. “Yikes.”

I shook my head. “Nah. They’re good. You got any siblings?”

“I’m an only child.”

I let out a low whistle. “Sucks.”

                                                           ***

“See ya around, Olive!” Adam waved.

I put a hand up. “See ya.”

“Hey, kid.” Dean grinned as he pulled up, windows down.

“Hey, De. Hi, Sams.” I slid into the backseat.

Jinx was curled up, and our bags were on the floor. I furrowed my eyebrows.

“What happened?”

“Oh, uh…”

“We got kicked out.”

“What?” My eyes widened as I looked up. “How? Why?”

“Susan caught us trying to talk to Rose.”

“Oh god.” I rolled my eyes.

“Look, she had a stroke. There’s no way she was practicing hoodoo.”

I sighed and leaned forward as Dean drove off. “Then what’s happening at the hotel?”

The boys shook their heads. I sighed again.

“Let’s go back.”

“What?”

“We can’t, sweetie.”

“Yes we can.” I scoffed.

“How?” Dean eyed me in the rearview.

I shrugged. “Easy. I’ll just tell her you guys forgot to pack some of my stuff. She seemed to like me. She’ll let me back in.”

The boys shared a brief look, and Dean sighed. “Fine. Ten minutes, in and out.”

I grinned. “Works for me.”

                                                           ***

“Is that…” Sam squinted and leaned forward.

“Shit, Dean, stop the car!” I squeaked.

He slammed the brakes, and I pushed the door open before taking off in a sprint, tackling Susan out of the way. The car crashed into the tree on the edge of the playground and Susan panted as we sat up.

“You okay?” I asked.

“I think so.”

“Come on, come on.” Dean and Sam came scrambling.

I got to my feet, and my knee slipped out from under me. I crashed onto my ass with a grumble. Dean sighed and plucked me off the ground as Sam helped Susan up.

“Inside, let’s go.”

Sam led the way, guiding Susan by the shoulders. She huffed as we walked into the dining room.

“Whiskey.” She sat down.

“Sure.” Sam scoffed. “I know the feeling.”

Susan looked up as Dean eased me into a seat at the table. I hissed as he knelt down, rubbing my knee.

“What the fuck happened out there?” Susan demanded.

Sam and I blinked, and Dean popped my knee. I let out a curse as I shot up straight, tears in my eyes.

“You want the truth?” Dean asked.

“Of course!”

“Well, at first we thought it was some sort of hoodoo curse, but that out there?” Dean let out a whistle. “That was definitely a spirit.”

Sam handed her a glass of whiskey before sitting down next to me.

Susan stared. “You’re insane.”

“Yeah, it’s been said.” Dean hummed.

I shifted in my seat, trying to straighten my leg out. “Look, I’m sorry, Susan, but we don’t exactly have time to ease you into this. We need to know when your mother had the stroke.”

“What does that have to do-”

“Just answer the question.” Sam cut her off.

“Uh, about a month ago.”

“Right before the killings began.” Sam mumbled before looking at me and Dean. “See? So what if Rose was working hoodoo, but not to hurt anyone. To protect them.”

I sighed. “She was using the five-spots to ward off the spirit.”

“Right.” Sam nodded. “Until she had a stroke and she couldn’t anymore.”

“I don’t believe this.” Susan shook her head.

“Listen, sister, that car didn’t try to run you down by itself, okay? I mean, I guess it did, technically, but, but the spirit can… forget it.”

“Look, you can believe whatever you the fuck you want to. But the fact is that you and your family are in danger. Okay? So you need to clear everyone out of here. Your employees, your mother, your kids, everyone.”

“Uh… I only have one daughter.”

Sam squinted. “One?”

“I thought Tyler had a sister named Maggie?” Dean tilted his head.

Susan scoffed. “Maggie’s imaginary.”

Sam’s jaw twitched, Dean’s eyebrows furrowed, and I buried my hands in my head.

“Mother fucker.”

“Where’s Tyler?”

Susan’s eyes went wide before she bolted. We scrambled over each other’s feet, following her up the stairs and to her private room. She struggled with the door before pushing it open.

“Tyler!”

The floor was littered with broken dolls. Sam and Dean gave each other a look.

“Oh my god. Tyler!” Susan ran through another door, calling for her daughter.

I ducked, checking under furniture as the boys tore through the closets. Susan came back, running.

“She’s not here!”

“Okay, okay. Susan. Susan.” Sam grabbed her by the shoulders. “Tell us what you know about Maggie.”

“Um, not much. Tyler’s been talking about her ever since Mom got sick.”

“Okay, did you ever know anyone by that name?”

“Uh, no!”

“Think, think.” Dean pressured. “I mean, somebody that could’ve lived here?”

“Maybe someone who passed away?” I offered.

“Oh my god.” Susan’s face drained of color. “My mom. My mom had a sister named Margaret. She barely spoke about her.”

The three of us shared a look.

“Did Margaret happen to die here when she was a kid?”

“Yeah, she drowned in the pool.”

Dean made a face as he began to move. “Come on.”

                                                           ***

Dean ran ahead, and Sam and I followed, Susan only a few steps behind. The dead garden seemed more eerie now than it had before. Sam reached the door first, trying to unlock it. It didn’t budge. Tyler was on the edge of the balcony inside, only a slip away from falling into the pool.

“Tyler!” Susan called.

Dean and Sam pounded on the glass, trying to break it.

“Mommy!” Tyler squealed.

She fell in with a scream.

“Tyler!”

“Is there another entrance?” Dean asked.

“Around back.”

“Okay, come on.” Dean pulled Susan away before turning to us. “Keep working.”

Sam and I continued to elbow the door, and I let out a grunt as I slammed my shoulder against the frame. It didn’t budge. Sam groaned, looking around. He stopped before grabbing something. He pushed me aside before slamming a pot into the door. The glass began to crack, and Sam began to work harder. He finally got through, the door shattering. He jammed himself through and, without hesitation, leapt over the railing, into the pool.

“Sam!” I squeaked as I ran in, leaning over the railing.

He wasted no time pushing past the plastic cover. I watched as he swam toward Tyler before scooping her up in his arms. I bolted down the steps, reaching his side. I pulled Tyler from his arms and set her down on her side. Sam clambered out of the pool as Dean and Susan burst in. I patted Tyler’s back, and she coughed. Sam helped me push her up to sit, and Susan pulled her into a bear hug.

“Mommy.” She whined.

“Yeah, baby. I’m here. I’m right here.” Susan cried.

“Tyler, do you see Maggie anywhere?” Sam gave her sympathetic eyes.

“No, she’s gone.” She snuggled back into Susan. “Mommy.”

                                                           ***

“Don’t worry, honey, we’re leaving in two minutes. We’ve just got to get Grandma.” Susan cooed as she held Tyler against her side, moving up the stairs.

“I don’t get it.” Dean hissed. “Did Maggie just stop?”

“Seems like it.” Sam shrugged, hair dripping.

“Well, where the hell did she go?” I asked.

Susan screamed from upstairs. Sam reacted first, bolting up the steps. Dean and I followed. Sam busted through the door. Susan was holding Tyler against her side, crying. The three of us sighed when we saw Rose slumped in her wheelchair.

She was dead.

                                                           ***

“Paramedics said it was another stroke. Do you think… Margaret could’ve had something to do with it?” Susan asked.

“We don’t know.” Dean shrugged.

“But, it’s possible.” I followed up, tugging on Jinx’s leash so that she would sit.

Sam sighed. “Susan, I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “You have nothing to apologize for. You’ve given me everything.”

Tyler came down the steps, dressed in regular clothing. She had a small smile on her face as she joined her mother. Susan rubbed her back, and Tyler bent down to pet Jinx.

“Ready to go, kiddo?”

“Yeah.”

“Now, Tyler.” Dean bent down to be eye-level with her. “You’re sure Maggie’s not around anymore?”

“I’m sure.” Tyler nodded. “I’d see her.”

“I guess whatever’s going on must be over.” Dean shrugged as we followed Susan down the steps, to her taxi.

Sam held the door open for her, and Susan ushered Tyler into the cab.

“You two take care of yourselves, alright?”

Susan turned and pulled Sam into a hug, resting her head on his chest. Dean snorted, and I wheezed, pulling on a serious face and rubbing my nose when Susan pulled back.

“Thank you.” She looked at Sam, then at Dean and I. “All of you.”

We nodded as she shuffled into the taxi. Sam shut the door behind her and I laughed, covering my mouth.

“Dude, you could’ve just gotten some total MILF action.” I giggled as we began to walk.

“Ew, Ollie-”

“No, seriously, bud, I think she liked you.”

“Yeah.” Sam scoffed. “That’s all she needs.”

“Well, you saved the mom, saved the girl.” I patted Sam’s arm. “Not a bad day, bubs.”

“Course, I could’ve saved them myself, but I didn’t want you to feel useless.” Dean teased.

My heart sank as I remembered what Sam had said last night.

“Appreciate it.” Sam gave Dean a bitch face.

He sensed my shift in attitude and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, tugging me into his side.

“Feels good getting back in the saddle. Doesn’t it?” Dean grinned and pulled out the car keys.

“Yeah.” Sam sighed. “Yeah, it does.” He took his arm back and braced his hands against the top of the car. “But it doesn’t change what we talked about last night, Dean.”

My chest clenched and tears immediately welled in my eyes. I looked down and away, taking a shaky breath. I opened the back door and let Jinx settle in.

“We talked about a lot of things last night.” Dean tried to change the subject.

“You know what I mean.” Sam shook his head.

“You were wasted.” Dean scowled.

“But you weren’t. And you promised.” Sam shot back.

They looked at each other for a beat. Sam pulled the passenger door open first, and I slid into the middle seat, wrapping my arms around myself. Sam got in, slamming the door shut as Dean closed his, gently.

He started the car and glanced Sam’s way. Sam kept his eyes straight ahead as we pulled away from the inn.

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Spidermark Ep.1 : Bad Liar

(A/N: heyyyyyyyyy long time no seeeeeee SO I started this story on MAY 13th 2018. YES 2018. AND I JUST FINISHED IT. IT TOOK MORE THAN A YEAR TO GET THIS DONE but FUCK it feels so good to have it done !! there may be some differences in writing but I don't actually know- It’s currently 4:20 in the morning and i have work at 8 SO wish me luck on that ANYWAYS i hope you enjoy the first part of our series: Spidermark !!!!)

pairing: reader x spiderman!mark

genre: fluff

warnings/notes: heights, falling (I proofread this like 4 times but there will still totally be mistakes so just a lil warning

word count: 6669

You were always convinced that nothing extraordinary would ever happened in your life, most people never experience the extraordinary and you didn't see any reason why you'd be different. You never felt like you had the ability to change the world but you were thankful that others were able to. Every time you heard stories of superheroes catching criminals or saving the world you wondered how hard it was to step up and try and make the world a safer place.

You decided that there wasn't anything wrong with just wanting to enjoy life and so you did, one moment at a time. Weather you were working a late shift at your family's cafe or cramming for a test with your best friend Mark, you always tried to find a reason to enjoy it. So, you enjoyed closing the cafe with your brothers and eating a few of the leftover baked goods that didn't sell, even if Kun complained about it not being a healthy dinner. The only enjoyable thing about cramming with Mark was the Mark part, but it was worth it when you saw the excited look on his face he finally managed to help you understand what you were missing.

Of course you didn't have to try and find a bright side to everything. Sometimes exciting things would just happen naturally. Like how you finally managed to convince your new friend Jisung to join your dance group after what felt like forever. After two weeks of trying to convince him, the shy boy finally caved and agreed to come in for practice and see if he liked it.

You were excited to say the least. From what you'd seen, Jisung was insanely talented and this gave him the opportunity to get to know some more people better and make stronger friendships. It was very clear when you convinced him to join that he was nervous, so you offered to show up a bit earlier with Mark to help warm up with him before the others joined in.

That morning you woke up to the sound of your brother quietly singing and the scent of fresh blueberry muffins. Your alarm wasn’t due for another sixteen minutes but you didn't want to risk sleeping through it if you went back to bed so you managed to get up and kick on your slippers. Waddling over to your desk, you turned on your speaker and connected your phone, letting your obnoxiously energetic morning playlist try to keep you awake.

The rising sun painted the sky a gradient of pink and purple, thankfully the forecast called for a warm sunny day.

You grabbed the new pair of jean shorts Chenle convinced you to buy over the weekend and a white and purple baseball t-shirt. After getting changed, you sent a text to Mark letting him know you'd be ready in an hour and set off to steal a few muffins for breakfast.

You walked into the kitchen finding Jaehyun half asleep at the table clutching his coffee, while Kun put away the last of the dishes still singing quietly to himself. “Good Morning.” You greet your brothers tiredly.

Kun shot a smile in your direction, “Morning (y/n), there's muffins and coffee on the counter if you're hungry.” he gestured to the tray of muffins as he placed another plate in the cupboard.

“Sweet,” you crossed the room and grabbed a muffin peeling the wrapper. “Do we have any orange juice left?” you asked before taking a bite

“Uhhhh I think s-” Kun began before being cut off by Jaehyun.

“Ran out last night, sorry kid.” Jaehyun grumbled before downing the rest of his coffee.

You shrugged and grabbed a Tupperware container. “All good, I’ll just grab some on my way home.”

“I'll just add it to the list, I'm going grocery shopping tonight anyways.” Kun suggested as he put the last plate in the cupboard.

“Alrighty,” you put two muffins in the container, sealing it and placing it on the counter. “I'm gonna bring some muffins to mark and tens.”

Jae rolled his eyes at the mention of Mark, “He's my best friend. Get over it.” you narrowed your eyes at your brother before making your way out of the kitchen. You made sure to mess up Jaes hair as you passed by him. He groaned and swatted at your hand.

“Alright, have fun at photography club.” Kun said as he grabbed you lunch off the counter and handed it to you.

“I will, love you guys!! Bye!!” you yelled as you rushed back to your room.

You slipped your homework from the night before into your backpack and stomped twice, warning Mark that you'd be down in a few minutes. You smiled to yourself as you slipped on your thin knee high socks. It was warm out today but thankfully the rest of your outfit would accommodate the weather.

After zipping you backpack closed and slipping on your shoes, you shouted a quick goodbye to your older brothers and climbed out of your window and onto the fire escape. You rushed down the creaky metal stairs and eagerly pulled Mark’s window open.

You sighed when you noticed your best friend sound asleep in bed. Mark had a tendency to over work himself, he was a star student in most subjects and you were often a little perplexed by how well he managed to excel academically while also being an important member of both the dance team, choir, and a science tutor on the side. On top of all that he had the Nakamoto internship that he refused to talk about. You worried about him more often now than before, you noticed him drawing back socially. After he got the internship, he had been spending more time away from you and your other friends, he even quit band.

Mark may have been your best friend, but he was hiding a big secret from you. Mark didn't have an internship with Nakamoto enterprises, that was just a cover up. Although Mark Lee did in a way work for the multi millionaire playboy Nakamoto Yuta, he wasn't an intern. Mark was Queen's very own masked vigilante, the one and only Spider-Man.

Although your heart hurt a bit when he skipped movie night or forgot about plans for reasons unknown to you, you still supported him. You grew up in a tough love family though. While your eldest brother Kun was always warm and supportive, Jaehyun was a bit tougher. The two basically raised you differently at the same time, so you were conflicted with how to express support sometimes. After climbing into his room you smiled softly at the sound of his uncle singing in the kitchen, before proceeding to wake Mark up by throwing a sneaker at him.

“RISE AND SHINE BUBS, UP AND AT EM!” you shouted happily.

Mark groaned and pulled his blankets over his head.

“Why can’t you be nicer?” He grumbled tiredly.

“Oh sorry,” you began softly before tossing your other shoe at him, “We’re losing daylight dork come on!”

He groaned again in response, you rolled your eyes and yanked back his blankets revealing your half naked best friend. He shrieked and grabbed back his blankets covering his bare chest.

“What the hell y/n!” He shouted in distress. Although he was tired he seemed to wake up pretty fast once he saw that he left a bottle of web fluid in his open closet.

You suppressed a giggle and apologized, turning around to face the door as he got changed. Mark rushed around his room slipping the bottle he forgot to hide into his close hamper.

“Can you toss me my shoes sleeping beauty?” You asked Mark sweetly.

“Only if you promise not to throw them at me.” He replied with a yawn.

You laughed “I, y/n the coolest best friend in the world, promise that I will not throw my shoe at my best friend Mark Lee…”

Mark shrugged and tossed you your shoes, satisfied with your answer.

“...for now.” An evil grin appeared on your lip before a loud scream rang through the apartment, causing you to fling open the bedroom door, giving Mark no time to cover himself up. You giggled quietly at the sight of Mark’s uncle Ten waving a charred piece of toast around with a pair of tongs in a panic. He stopped screaming once he tossed the toast in to the sink.

Mark squeaked, quickly pushing you out in a panic and slamming his door shut before getting changed in record time. Ten look over at you and smiled.

“Oh hey y/n!”

Ten was a great guy, he was young but he still did his best to raise Mark, even after his husband died.

“Goooooood morning uncle Ten!” You greeted happily.

“Sunshine, I already told you, just call me Ten. Saying uncle makes me sound old.” He chuckled softly with a playful roll of his eyes.

Mark soon emerged from his room dressed in a grey t-shirt and black jeans.

“Sorry bud, looks like your having Poptarts for breakfast.”

Mark smiled at his uncle. “That’s okay-”

“OH WAIT!” You announced loudly, “Kun made too many muffins this morning! I’ll go grab em’!” Mark watched as you rushed out of the room, not looking away until you disappeared back out of his window.

Ten gave Mark a light smack on the back of his head.

“You could at least try being less obvious,” An embarrassed blush grazed Marks cheeks at his uncle's comment. He rubbed the back of his head as an awkward smile appeared on his lips. “Or you could tell her how you feel.” Mark choked slightly, his eyes widening at the thought of telling you how he feels.

“It's not that simple.” He muttered.

Before Ten could respond, you were climbing back through the window. After closing Marks window, you hurried back to the kitchen.

“I got the muffins! We've got twelve minutes to catch our train!” You announced as you handed a container to Mark. You handed Ten a container too before grabbing Mark’s hand and dragging him out the door. Ten laughed as he saw the blood that rushed to Mark's cheeks before he shut the door.

Mark couldn't help but notice how good you looked today as you walked down the street. Joining dance had definitely made you more confident over time; you wouldn't be caught dead showing that much thigh months ago, but now you were, and you looked amazing. Mark always thought you looked great of course, but he still silently thanked god for the warm weather. The train ride went smoothly, you spent the majority of it talking about your plans to work on your photography portfolio that evening on the roof of a building down the street from the apartment.

The walk from the train station to your school was about 10 minutes, so you and Mark spent the peaceful walk talking about upcoming plans for the dance group. With Jisung being new and you being one of the only people he’s talked to, you wanted to make his entrance to the group as easy and smooth as possible. You and Mark met up with him at the practice room doors when you got to school.

"Hey Blondie!" You greeted him with excitement evident in your voice. He jumped slightly as you hopped onto his back. Immediately wrapping your arms around him, causing the tall boy to laugh nervously as he caught you by your lower thigh.

“Hey shorty.” he retorted with less confidence than usual. Normally that would be a little off putting for you, but you knew he was just scared of making a fool of himself.

“Don't be nervous! We’re extra early so we can practice a bit before everyone else gets here.” You began, as you hopped off his back and pulled your key out of your bag, unlocking the door.

“Let’s do a quick stretch and then we can start. Did you try any of the dances I sent you on Friday?” Jisung nodded as he placed his bag in the corner.

“I got some parts memorized, but I’m still working at them.” He replied, meeting you and Mark in the middle of the room. While you all began to stretch Mark still struggled to keep his eyes off you, he felt kinda creepy but he did his best to not stare. You were so excited to have Jisung with you for dance that you didn't notice Marks stolen glances. You just continued to explain how practice usually went and what to expect when the other boys got there.

Your ‘team’ kind of took over this dance studio after the school built a new, larger one the previous summer. You never had a problem with booking it, actually the dance teacher Mr kim just kind of let your group have control of it since nobody but you wanted to use the old studio. You guys had a whiteboard where you kept important dates, competitions and what not. As well as what you would be focusing on that week and space for notes anyone wanted to leave.

Jealousy - MONSTA X Black Suit - SUPER JUNIOR The Eve - EXO Boss - NCT Silver Spoon - BTS Fantasy - VIXX Lucky One - EXO Boom Boom - SEVENTEEN War of Hormone - BTS Electric Kiss - EXO

Mark watched you update the names written in colorful dry erase markers, your handwriting so straight. Feeling eyes on him, Mark looked back finding Jisung snickering quietly at how obvious he was being. Mark blushed in embarrassment, thankfully you walked across the room and plugged the auxiliary cord that connected to the speakers. You began going over the basics, Mark was a bit stunned to learn that jisung was as good as you said. The kid was new to the school but he most certainly wasn't new to dance. Surprisingly to Mark he wasn't bothered about your new friend being a good dancer, neither of you seemed too interested in anything more than dance. There was no stolen glances between the two of you, just platonic complements and tips. Mark soon joined in, the three of you had about 40 minutes in total before anyone else showed up.

Jeno and Jaemin were the first to show up after you. Even though they already knew Jisung from some classes they shared, they welcomed him into the group with open arms.

Renjun appeared silently sometime between Hyuck and Chenle. Renjun was kind of odd but everyone liked him, even though he had a habit of being a bit blunt at times. Hyuck made his grand entrance as always, flinging a shittly one liner Marks way along with a wink in your direction that had you fighting back the intense urge to start a fight. When Chenle walked in, he noticed the new edition to your team and immediately dragged you into the hall where he then interrogated you about how you managed to recruit ‘ThE gORgEoUs bOy’ from his art class. After you satisfied his need for information on Jisung, you returned to practice just in time for a few more songs.

The rest of practice went by quite quickly. By the end, Jisung had already opened up more to everyone, which made you very happy. After locking up the studio, you linked your arm with Marks, bid the other boys farewell, and started off to your first class.

The school day went by in a flash and soon it was nearing the end of last period. Mark was doing some science tutoring after school so you made plans to pop over to the nearby bubble tea cafe with Jisung. The walk down the street was occupied by simple school talk: classes, homework, teachers and such. Once you got your drinks, the two of you sat down at a table in the corner. You noticed how nervous Jisung looked; fiddling with his straw, his head down as you talked about the new music you got in choir.

“Hey, what’s on your mind bubs?” He looked up at the sound of your voice, his eyes wide, and a light blush creeping onto his cheeks. He seemed hesitant to speak up, so you gave him a reassuring smile.

“Um, I was just kind of wondering if I could maybe um, getchenlesnumberfromyou.” You giggled after Jisung rushed the ending, as if he was secretly hoping you wouldn’t catch it. You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter as you asked your new friend why. With a sigh, he admitted that he thinks Chenle is ‘kind of cute’ and ‘he would really like to get to know him more.’ and because you already knew how Chenle felt about Jisung, you agreed right away.

“Ohoho my lil jisung has a cruuuuuussshhhh” Jisung rolled his eyes at your teasing and excited giggles as you entered Chenle’s contact into his phone. A scoff left his lips before a smile spread across his face.

“So, what’s up with you and Mark?” Your face contorted with confusion to jisungs question, asking him what he meant.

“I mean like, you two seem super close, as well as all the hanging off each other and not to mention the pet names-” you cut Jisung off at that one.

“What do you mean pet names? I literally just called you bubs 10 minutes ago” You laughed at his little accusations and sipped your drink once more.

Jisung shrugged, “Hm, yeah sure but- is there really nothing there between you two?” Your eyes widened in response.

“What? No! We’ve been best friends since preschool!! We just grew up together, of course we’re close.” Jisung could see the pink tint of your cheeks turning red, and he could hear the slight uncertainty in your voice and see it in your eyes as you finish your sentence. To your luck though, he opted to let it go.

The conversation continued to flow naturally for another hour or so. You talked about anything and everything, ranging from your favourite movies to your most vivid childhood memories. Lucky for you, Jisung didn’t go back to the you and Mark thing for the rest of the little bubble tea date. You two wrapped up around 5 and headed to the train station, where you shared and hug before going opposite ways.

“Hey Kun, I’m going to head out and take some photos. I’ll be back around 9:30 the latest?” After getting a nod of approval from your brother, you placed your plate in the sink and hurried into your room to grab your camera. Slipping on your shoes, you headed for the door.

Kun followed you and placed a hand on your shoulder, “Have fun, but be careful, okay? See you later, get home safe.” Patting your brother’s hand, you nodded and set off.

It was 7:30 and the sun was beginning to set. You ran up the stairs of the tall building towards the rooftop. When you pushed open the door to the roof, you were greeted by a soft breeze and the pinks, yellows, and oranges, of the changing sky. No matter how many sunsets and sunrises you’ve seen, each one of them left you astonished. The colourful sky illuminated the city so beautifully. It was breathtaking. The tall buildings cast shadows down the side streets, leaving sharp silhouettes on all the surfaces they touched. The city looked beautiful.

You looked beautiful too, at least that’s what Mark thought. He was hiding behind a large pole on the building directly across from the one you were on. Like the streets, the bright colours from the sky danced on your skin, the angle casting soft shadows on your face. Mark was out being the friendly neighborhood Spider Man he is before finding himself hiding on a roof, admiring his best friend. He felt like it was slightly creepy for a while; hiding behind a pole in full suit, watching someone take pictures. He ignored those thoughts though, he was too in love with the sight before him to care all that much. You were too focused on what you were doing, you didn’t see the bright red guy discreetly climb the building across the street.

The shots you took were becoming a little too similar, so you decided to take some from where you never took them before. Walking onto the edge of the building, you looked through your lens over the edge. The picture turned out really nice, so you decided to take more there. The wind was picking up and getting pretty strong, but being preoccupied and driven by desire, you didn’t think of the possible risks of standing on the narrow ledge.

Mark froze with fear coursing through his veins for a split second before swinging on his web towards your falling figure. One strong gust of wind caused you to lose your balance and stumble off the edge of the building. You closed your eyes as fear consumed you when your foot slipped off the building.

“HOLY FUCK OH GOD ARE YOU OKAY?!?!” When you opened your eyes, you were back on top of the building. A strong pair of arms were wrapped around your waist, and were face to face -well- face to chest with an overwhelming amount of red. It took you a second to realize that you were being hugged. Pulling back, you looked up and saw no one other than spiderman, but what you couldn’t get past was the voice.

“MARK!? WHAT THE HELL??” You pulled back from who you have concluded is your best friend, and looked at him with confusion.

Mark panicked, he quickly put on his best fake voice to mask his identity, “What! Uh- No! I’m Spidermar- Spiderman!”

You rolled your eyes at Marks lame attempt to mask his identity. That fake voice was the worst thing you’ve ever heard. “Oh my god. Okay so, you’re not Mark?” You were tired of your best friends bullshit, so you pulled out your phone to call him. Again, Mark panicked. If you haven’t noticed by now, panicked Mark is a mess. In his messy panicked state, he grabbed your phone and squeaked as he threw it off the roof.

“OKAY. UHM-” You groaned in annoyance when he, once again, squeaked and shot a web to get your phone back before it hit the pavement below. At that point, you had no doubt that this was your best friend.

“Seriously, Mark. I know what your voice sounds like, I know how it feels to be hugged by you, you literally hugged me earlier today. We’ve been best friends for years. Mark, I know you.” Mark’s heart melted at your last words.

You rolled your eyes, “Now stop being an idiot and take off that mask.” You heard Mark sigh before slipping the mask off and handing you your phone. You slid your phone back into your pocket before looking up to see Mark looking down with a faint blush spread across his cheeks. His hands were locked in front of him, toying with the edge of his mask a little bit. He was embarrassed. You rolled your eyes again a let out a breathy laugh.

Mark looked up slightly at the sound of your laugh, “Why are you- I- I’m sorry” His gaze was cast down again, but he spared you a few short glances. He just saved his best friend from dying, he then threw her phone off the roof, she looked so beautiful with that sunlight on her face.

“It’s okay Mark, I don’t know why you’re apologizing but it’s fine. You just saved my life and you’re my best friend, don’t worry.” Even though Mark could lift a car by himself and fight tons of criminals, sometimes you made him so nervous that he struggled to stand up straight.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Mark’s eyes reflected the sunset and that made you decided against it.

“Ah actually, I think I’m going to take some more photos. You should head back though, I’ll come by later.” You smiled back at Mark softly before glancing at the sunset. The sky was getting darker by the minute; the pinks, yellows, and oranges blending seamlessly into purples, and a deep blue. Marks smile fell slightly as he spoke.

“Are you sure? It’s starting to get dark..” your fingertips grazed Marks forearm as you nodded with reassurance. Mark noticed how your fingertips lingered on his arm for a little longer than normal. Stop overthinking this. He gulped and nodded before slipping his mask over his face. With one last glance at you, he hopped off the roof and weaved his way around the tall buildings.

A soft sigh left your lips as a chilling wind grazed your body. The sky was almost completely darkened, only a thin strip of peach left along the skyline. The little light that remained from the sunset was slowly being replaced by the soft moonlight. When you pulled your phone out of your pocket, it read 8:47. With the sun beginning to set earlier, the streetlights began illuminating the pavement below. After taking one last look at the stars appearing above you and a few more shots of the skyline and streetlights, you headed towards the door and made your way home.

“Hey! How’d it go? The photos?” Your eldest brothers voice echoed from the kitchen as you shut and locked the door behind you.

“Oh yeah, most of them turned out really nice. You can see all of the cool shapes and shadows the buildings create from up there.” Making your way into the kitchen, a small tired smile adorning your face, you sighed gently at the sight of your brother cleaning. A few stacks of clean dishes sat next to the sink, already dry. Knowing he would only move onto putting those away after, you walked over to where he was.

“That’s great! I’m glad you had a go-” Kun was cut off by your hand suddenly resting over his own that held the cloth to the counter. He glanced over at you, confusion evident on his features.

“Kun, go sit down. I’ll finish up here.” You offered him a gentle smile as he sighed in defeat. With Jaehyun taking the final, later shift at the cafe alone more recently due to his uni classes during the day, Kun had always been cleaning thing the house late. You knew he had a long day working alone at the cafe, so this was the least you could do. Besides, cleaning the kitchen offered an opportunity to think about the previous events of the evening.

“Don’t worry. It won’t take me long, then I’ll go do my homework.” You brother gently pulled you into a hug, a grateful smile forming at his lips.

“Okay, but don’t stay up too late.” You nodded in response to your brother before he took one last look at the kitchen, but made his way to the living soon after.

It didn’t take long for your mind to be plagued with thoughts and questions about what had exactly happened less than an hour before. You almost died. Your best friend saved your life. Your best friend was spiderman. So many questions were running through your mind; how did you never notice? How was he able to keep this from you? How could he have kept this from you? Did anyone else know?? And if so, why didn’t he tell you? How did you really feel about this? How did Mark save you in time? Where was he before that? Where was he now? Was he safe? There were plenty of other things clouding your brain other than a million questions. It was almost as though your brain was replaying what had happened moment by moment as if trying to analyze and decipher it all. The cool breeze on your skin as you held the camera up to your eye. The shadows of the buildings. The moment you lost your footing, eyes shut tight, preparing for your inevitable fate. The moment you opened your eyes to find you were back on top of the building. The moment you realize your best friend the spiderman.

It was more than just that. You began involuntarily over analyzing his movements, and your own. How his grip tightened and remained on your waist for what might have been a second too long. The blush that spread across his cheeks when he took off his mask. How red the tips of his ears were soon after. How nervous he sounded when he spoke to you. How lovely he looked with the orange sunlight that painted his skin. The way his smile faltered when you declined his offer to walk you home. The way the sun defined his lips. How he gulped when your fingertips lingered on his arm. How your heart fluttered at the thought of hi-

Your thoughts were interrupted when you reached for another dish and were met with thin air. You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t realized you were done cleaning. It was now 9:26, and with all of these things floating around in your head, you knew you 1. wouldn’t be able to focus on your homework and 2. you needed to talk to Ten.

Knowing that neither of your brothers would want you out and about at this hour alone, you left your homework open on your desk with your door shut and the lights on. Peaking out into the hall towards the living room, you saw a movie on the television and your brother laying on the sofa, his chest softly rising and falling as he got some well deserved rest. You silently cheered at the sight. Your brother was overworked, and now there was almost no risk of him checking on you within the next hour and not finding you in your room.

You carefully stepped out of your window and quietly hurried to the apartment below. You expected to see Mark when you reached his bedroom window but instead you were met with a dark, empty room. A gentle breath of relief left your lips as you opened up the window and slipped through. You shot Ten a quick text, letting him know you were coming over just so he wouldn’t freak out and hit you with a frying pan after you just snuck in through his nephews window, and once you got a thumbs up emoji sent back you walked out of marks room.

“Hey uncle Ten” Your voice sounded tired yet cheerful as you greeted the older male.

Ten jumped and pressed a hand to his chest as he turned around to face you “JEEZ LOUISE. y/n i thought you were coming through the front- wait did you text me from Marks room??” you giggled lightly at Ten’s reaction before walking over and plopping down into the love seat, your feet hanging over one of the armrests. Ten walked back over and took a seat on the sofa in front of you.

“What can I do for you, my dear?” You stared at him for a moment before leaning your head back with a soft whine. Ten looked at you with a curious express when he noticed the blush that now painted your cheeks.

“I just- oh I don’t know. I think just- feelings??? I guess??” The truth was that you just didn’t know where to start with this. Ten raised his eyebrows at you.

You were smart enough to assume Ten didn’t know Mark was spiderman. He would totally freak if he knew how close Mark came to dying almost everyday, so you didn’t mention anything along those lines at all. This conversation was to sort out your feelings with the other person that knew Mark as well as you did.

“Feelings? About what? Or for whom, maybe?” a cheeky smile found its way onto his lips and in that moment, you knew he knew what you were talking about.

“I think just, feelings for Mark?? I really don’t know what happened but I was just hyper aware of everything today and now I just can’t stop thinking about him. Just everything about him. The way that one piece of hair falls over his forehead, or the way his nose scrunches up when he laughs too hard, how his eyes almost always have that little sparkle in them-” you didn’t notice the smile on your face as you spoke until Ten pointed it out.

“My goodness honey, seeing that smile on your face I don’t know who’s more whipped for who, you or him.” Ten chuckled before taking a sip of his tea. Your eyes widened as you processed his words. ‘I don’t know who’s more whipped for who, you or him.’

“Wait- what did you just say?” you didn’t know if you heard him right.

Ten just smiled at you once more, curling his legs up onto the sofa. “Sweetheart, I don’t know if you seriously didn’t notice but Mark is head over heels for you. Oh! But you didn’t hear that from me” Ten shot you a quick wink after the final words past his lips. Your lips parted in awe at this new information.

“Are- are you serious?” you could still barely process what you were being told.

Ten tilted his head to the side. “Trust me, I would never, ever lie to you hun; and I sure as hell would never lie about something like this.”

You smiled softly before diving into conversation with him, asking all the questions that came to mind. Ten answered them all eagerly, enjoying how you were not afraid or nervous to talk about this with him, It was a nice break for him from Mark, who would always get awkward and shy at the mere mention of his feelings for you. Whereas for you, it was nice to have someone to talk to about this stuff, because Lord knows how your brothers would handle it.

Taking notice of the time, you realized that Jaehyun would be home soon, waking Kun in the process who would then pop in to say goodnight to you. “Oh shoot, I better get back upstairs. Jae will be home soon and if I’m not there when he checks up on me, he will freak. Thank you for everything tonight, it really means a lot.” You stood up and stretched your arms before Ten enveloped you in a tight hug.

“Alright dear, thank you for stopping by. Come by anytime you want to talk about these kinds of things, okay? I’ve always got your back.” he smiled at you as you pulled away from the hug, sending him a sweet smile back before making your way back to Marks window.

“Sweetie why don’t you just take the front door?” you turned around, briefly walking backwards as you responded.

“I’m currently in my room doing homework, and Kun’s asleep on the sofa right now. I can’t risk waking him up like that.” Ten nodded and waved you off as you walked into Marks room. You drew back the curtains only to be startled by Mark hanging upside down outside his window. You rolled your eyes at him.

“What are you doing out here like that?” The boy in front of you pulled his mask off his head, hair a mess, still hanging upside down. You felt your heart grow warm at the sight.

“Well I just got here and I heard you talking to Ten about not taking the front door so I knew you’d come this way- oh the upside down thing; um its just kind of fun.” you giggled and shook your head at him.

“Why are you so cute?” That was meant to stay in your head but instead it came out a whisper. Both your and Marks eyes widened at your comment. It was quiet for a moment, a slight tension hanging in the air, but you couldn’t stop your eyes from flickering between his and his lips. You noticed him doing the same. In an attempt to cut the tension, you spoke again.

“Um, thank you again for not letting me fall to my death earlier.” you chuckled nervously, trying to move past your previous question. Mark smiled gently, “Well yknow, I was just uh in the neighborhood, and- got there are the right time, I suppose.”

You giggled, “Oh yeah, sur-” your sentence was cut short by Mark lips pressing against yours, his gloved hand resting on the side of your face. Soon, your hands found their way to Mark’s cheeks as well, as your lips moved together softly.

The kiss was not too long, but not too short. Probably a very good length for a first kiss. When you two pulled apart, you were still in slight shock. Where Mark’s boost of confidence came from? He doesn’t even know himself, but he sure was glad it happened.

“Wow..” Mark’s voice was just a whisper when he spoke. You smiled and nodded, whispering a quiet ‘yeah’ in response. This moment was almost magical, almost perfect. That’s when the web snapped, sending Mark head first onto the metal fire escape with a loud bang.

“What was that?! y/n are you okay?” Ten’s voice was slightly muffled on the other side of Marks door. You panicked before responding.

“Oh!! Yeah, I’m okay!! I just- tripped on my way out the window!! I’ll be going now for real though! Goodnight! See you tomorrow!” You shouted back, silently praying he wouldn’t walk into the room to see you still there. After hearing Ten reply with a goodnight back, you hopped out the window and took Marks head in your hands, his eyes squeezed shut as he quietly groaned in pain.

“Holy fuck Mark, are you okay?? Jeez.” trying to suppress a giggle, you stroked his hair gently.

“Yeah, I’m good, just a little bu-” Mark was cut off by a shout from your bedroom one level up.

“Y/N WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?” you winced at the sound of Jaehyun’s yelling before yelling back.

“I’m coming back up!! I just had to help Ten with his, uh, cAN OPENER.” Confusion washed over your own features at your excuse before you turned your attention back to Mark, who now had his head resting on your lap. You smiled down at him, the warm feeling coming back to your heart when he looked up at you.

“Okay, I gotta go. Put some ice on your head please, and get to sleep. I’ll come by in the morning to see how you’re doing.” You helped Mark stand up before turning to hurry up the stairs, only to be stopped by Mark pulling you back towards him. He wrapped his arms around you when you bumped into his chest, and you did the same. Closing your eyes and taking in the familiar, sweet scent. A blush dusted across your features as he pressed his lips to your forehead before letting you go. You looked down to hide your face before standing on your toes to give Mark a final kiss on the cheek, saying goodnight, and scurrying up the stairs.

You said goodnight to you brothers, giving them both tight hugs before shutting down for the night yourself. You thought expressing your love to your brothers was important, especially after almost dying earlier in the day, but they didn’t have to know about that yet.That night, you couldn’t keep the smile off of your face. The feelings of Mark’s lips still lingered on your own and on your forehead, his smile still very vivid in your mind.

You may not have been completely sure of where you now stood with your best friend, but you were looking forward to where this adventure would take you two.

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The Truth and A Broken Heart//(S.M)

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It’s been two years and I have a healthy baby boy. He has His fathers eyes and a head full of curls. Noah stirs in my arms as we lay cuddled in bed. His eyes squeeze tighter in order to avoid waking up by the sun shining through the openings in the curtains.

“Morning bubs” I gently whisper as he presses his face into my side. I watch in awe as he mumbles words incoherently trying to talk keep the conversation going.

“I know right! The sun is to bright to today” I speak to him and all he does is yawn back in response. “Let’s get up bubs!” I start to sit up bringing Noah along with me. He sits on my lap staring up at me with a pout on his lips. I laugh as I watch him pout before falling forwards and laying his head on my chest. My fingers stroke his hair and before I know his breathing becomes even.

“Bubs your making it difficult today” I tell him as I lay him back down on the bed. I grab pillows and make a little fort with them so he doesn’t roll off the bed in his sleep. I walk around the room getting dressed for the busy day ahead. While walking down the hall towards Noah’s room I hear faint footsteps pacing in the kitchen. My initial reaction is to go and call the police, but then I hear whistling identifying the culprit. I walk down the stairs and enter the kitchen where James stands rummaging through my fridge.

“See anything worth taking?” I ask him while I stand at the door way watching him as he jumps a bit and hit his head on the fridge door. He turns around face red with Noah’s jello containers.

“Umm..... food wise no, but I like who’s standing I front of me” James says as he discards the jello containers on the counter while making his way towards me. I can feel my cheeks redden at his words and in no time his arms wrap around me engulfing me in a hug. I would be lying if I didn’t say I had a small developing crush on James. After everything that happened with Shawn, I decided to start a new life and moved to the United States. James showed me around while I got settled in Chicago. He’s been a really big help with Noah and on some level understands what I’m going through.

“Morning Beautiful” he says kissing my forehead while pulling away.

“Morning” I reply back before I hear Noah’s cries echo through the house. I’m about to head back upstairs when James stops me and goes up the stairs instead.

After a while I hear giggles enter the kitchen and find Noah cradled in James’s arms wiggling around. Noah sees me and makes grabby hands which gladly except and bring him into my embrace. I hear the flash of the camera go off and see James smiling down in his phone.

“Better send that to me” I tell him as I grab the ingredients to make some omelettes this morning. He hums a response before going off on the new upcoming concerts near the area.

“So The Weeknd, G Eazy and so many more are coming let’s go to one.” He says while flipping the omelette over on the pan. Noah watches in awe as he flips again causing a giggle to arise from his lips.

“I don’t even have money for that. And if I did I wouldn’t spend it on something only good for 3-4 hours.”

“Your right, but when is the last time you let loose? No worries or responsibilities for one night.” He responds while adding the eggs into the pan.

“I let loose” I say back defensively.

“Going to Chuck E Cheese with Noah is not loose” he says while flipping the omelette in the pan. I mutter back a response which earns a chuckle from James.

“Like that don’t you!” James says before placing cheese in the middle. I laugh as Noah reaches for James once again. In no time we are eating in the living room watching Finding Dory. Noah’s watches the. Movie without getting distracted and soon he is taking a nap on James’s lap. I watch as he snuggles closer to James and grips on to his shirt. I don’t notice that I’m staring at them until I see James staring back me with a smile on his face. I blush and turn around at being caught. His fingers grab my chin turning my face towards.

“You’re beautiful....” he whispers his lips are are centimeters away from mine. The anticipation is killing me and I decide to close the distance. Our lips move in sync the kiss is gentle and pure bliss something I haven’t felt in so long. James pulls away and goes to lay Noah down in my bed. He comes back and reconnects our lips together. I’m so lost in the kiss I don’t recall placing myself on his lap. His hands cup my cheeks as mine entangle themselves into his hair.

“Hey Y/- oops sorry” we immediately pull apart as we hear Brian’s voice. James pulls me off his lap and helps me up. As we stand up I see three other people behind Brian. My cheeks turn a crimson color as I see James wiping smudges of light pink lipstick from his mouth. Brian stands at the doorway looking at us with a small smile on his face.

Even after everything that happened with Shawn, Brian still remained in contact with me. He would come down to Chicago and spend some time with Noah and I.

“Um” I don’t know what to say as we were caught. I feel like a 18 year old getting caught by her parents doing something they shouldn’t.

“Don’t explain yourselves kids” Brian teases us causing me to hide my face in James’s chest erupting a chuckle from him. “So speaking of kids where is my bubba” he continues before I point up the stairs. As he moves away from the door way I’m faced with three frowning men. Matt, Andrew, and Geoff look at me.

“Oh hey guys” we stand in an awkward silence until Brian comes holding a pouty Noah in his arms. He sees me and start reaching over.

“Momma” he whines as Brian walks over to the guys. Brian turns towards me asking if they can come in. I simply nod before walking to the kitchen and grabbing glasses of water. A arm wraps around my waist startling me.

“Sorry. I have to go, but I’ll be back later with pizzas to have our Disney marathon with Noah. Um about earli-“ I cut him off with a kiss, he smiles and let’s go. “Later then later” he says as he turns around a tripping over his feet. I laugh lowly as I watch him send me a goofy smile. When I enter the living room someone else walks into the door.

“So I-“ the words don’t come out as I come face to face with the one and only Shawn. Dark circles are under his eyes a he looks at me. His eyes hold regret and sadness as he watches me take a step back from him.

A hand tugs at my jeans, I look down and see Noah looking at me wishing to be picked up.

“We’ll leave you guys alone” the guys leave and shut the door behind them. Shawn watches them leave before walking towards me. I do the most childish thing and run up the stares with Noah in my arms. I can hear his feet run up the stairs as well trying to catch up to me. I place Noah in his crib while handing him a bottle full of milk. As I turn around I bump into Shawn as he towers over me, his eyes are concentrating on a sleepy Noah. My hands push at his chest keeping him far away from Noah.

Shawn’s hands wrap around my wrists to keep me from pushing him completely out of the room. It’s no use because when I have something in my mind I don’t give up. I don’t need him giving my son’s hope up and leaving him just like he did me. Noah is still young and he can easily get attached to someone. I rush down the stairs after closing the door to Noah’s room, and Shawn’s not far behind me.

“Get out” I tell him as I point towards the door praying I don’t break down. He looks at me like I lost my mind. “Shawn I’m not going to repeat myself” I tell him shoving him towards the door. He doesn’t budge and stands there.

“Y/N, I want to see him. I’m his father dammit” he says a tear falling from his eyes. He wants sympathy well he isn’t going to get any.

“NO! YOU CANT COME IN HERE AND PLAY THE FATHER CARD SHAWN.! You can’t come here and ruin everything I’ve built to make myself feel worthy of something. To feel happy after everything you caused. He doesn’t know you and he doesn’t need to know you” I yell at him as I wipe the tears falling down my face.

“He can get to know me!” Shawn says calmly trying so hard not raise his voice.

“No he doesn’t! Shawn he doesn’t need you in his life! I’m saving him from a broken heart and stopping what future you have set up for him. I don’t need my son going to sleep every night wondering ‘why doesn’t daddy love me’ or ‘I’m not good enough for daddy.’ Don’t you think you’ve done enough to me already Shawn?”

“That’s not fair and you know it” he shouts back, face red with anger.

“Oh it isn’t. Let me tell you what’s not fair intentionally dragging on a relationship in which YOUR heart isn’t fully committed. Lies fall out of your mouth left and right. But you didn’t end it a relationship in which YOU KNEW I COULDN’T TAKE ANOTHER HEARTBREAK SHAWN. I told you about my last relationship the lies, the deception, and the total disregard for my feelings, and yet you do the same thing. I regret putting all my faith into someone like you. I have a son to take of and unlike you I won’t leave feeling worthless, unloved, and a complete disturbance in my life. Noah gives me hope for a better tomorrow! A life of happiness every time I watch him smile up at me.”

My throat is sore from the yelling to caught up in ridding myself of all the emotions bottled up that I don’t notice James standing behind Shawn with pizza and fries for Noah.

“GET OVER IT Y/N! HEARTBREAK EVERYONE EXPERIENCES IT NOT ONLY YOU. MAYBE IF YOU ACTUALLY WERE GOOD IN BED A-“ before he can finish the rest of the sentence I slap him hard. The force of my unexpected slap causes him to turn the the left. His eyes turn black in anger. Shawn’s hands are balled into fists by his sides.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence! I’m sorry I can’t open my legs like she does to keep you by her side. Unlike her I have respect for my body and unlike her I know my worth” I tell him as I see James placing the boxes in the coffee table.

“Shawn!” Voices are heard from the doorway causing Shawn to turn around. Geoff, Brian, Matt, and Andrew have disappointed looks on their faces.

“Tell me something that is true” he says voice cracking at the end. I watch him as he clenches and unclenches his fists. Knuckles white compared to his flushed skin.

“You want the truth Shawn?” He nods hesitantly as if he isn’t ready for the answer.

“I wish I never meet you, but I’m glad I did because I wouldn’t have Noah by my side. So Shawn you got what you wanted now go, delete my number, forget my name, and forget all the memories we shared. I know I did and all they are nightmares to me that haunt me in the night.” I walk away leaving a teary eyed Shawn behind. I place my hands against the counter to avoid completely breaking down with him near by. I feel a hand wrap around me steadying from falling.

“Let it go Y/N....” James whispers to me and I do let it go. I let the tears fall down my face. I let out an agonizing scream.

“Ahhh!” I feel myself falling and James falls with me. He cradled me on to his lap as I sob. Everything I’ve bottled up in the last 2 years finally comes out. It hurts, it hurts so bad.

“It’s okay, let it out Y/N.” James tells me over and over again as he sways us back and forth. When I look up I see Broken Shawn staring back at me. I turn away avoiding his eyes that burn into my head.

“Shawn let’s go” Brian pulls Shawn away and all I can hear a muffled words.

A lie broke my heart and the truth broke his.

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Choosing Finest Hunting Knife

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