#because of obvious reasons) and i checked a few months ago and saw that the original cast did their last performance sometime

[muniimyg]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chaebol!jungkook (5 years later) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

series m.list //

note: YES i’ve resurrected bro from the dead. HAHAHAHA. enj !!!

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truth be told, jin knew about the affair

he knew it before the panties incident when jungkook stormed downstairs looking for you

he knew it before jungkook bought you the car

he knew it the first time it happened

he figured it out the night of the proposal, after you said yes

it’s fucked up—he knows. but what’s more fucked up is the fact that jin never cheated on you the entire time

not with his secretary or his assistant or whoever else that worked closely with him. actually, he had a plan

he was setting up a company halfway across the world

halfway across from jungkook

it was difficult though. he did it without his parents/family connections and had to work long nights and even had to sacrifice weeks with out you. even your wedding night… which he knew, you’d go running to jungkook

but he loved you regardless and what’s a few times with jungkook for a lifetime with jin?

again, it’s fucked up.

he knows.

6 months into your marriage is when he tells you that you two will be moving away to start anew

he tells you abt the company and the new connections he’s been making,, telling you that this is your new start together

in a way, he’s telling you this is your second chance

so you take it

you and jin pack your bags, empty your penthouse, and leave everything behind

jungkook is left in the dark

no call, no text, no more contact

he only hears about jin’s new startup through the media and throws everything inside his penthouse like it’s worth nothing

then, he even managed to find a way into your penthouse. he had to see it for himself. when he did, all he saw was the empty space and the divorce papers he had gifted you 6 months ago on the kitchen island

they’re blank

you didn’t sign them. jin didn’t sign them… but they’re left here and it was obvious what and who you had chosen

it wasn’t him

was it ever him?

…

jungkook almost died from heartache

he didn’t know what to do and went through 5 therapist in 1 month

each one said (but didn’t really say) that he was fucked up

fine.

he’s fucked up.

but he loves you and he didn’t have it in him to fly to where you are or to look for you anymore

truth be told

he was tired too.

…

5 years later, jungkook and his fiancée are strolling around cornelia street

she’s looking for a wedding dress and had dragged him along

honestly? jungkook could give less of a shit

he only proposed to her because their families were in agreement and her face is decent enough for him to cum to when they fuck

she’s nice too so that’s good

but he’s miserable

it’s to the point where he isn’t even sure if he misses you anymore or if he just misses wanting to want to wake up and having a reason to

he used to wake up and live for you

now?

now he can barely breathe

now he gets up in the near the afternoon and listens to his fiancée yap about her morning pilates class, fucks her, takes a shower, and heads to work

but for some reason, as they talk together today, jungkook feels the pit of his stomach flip

then, he sees something

rather, someone

it’s…

jin

jin and a little boy, holding hands and laughing together

he rubs his eyes

yeah.

that’s jin alright

“babe, do you know them?”

jungkook clears his throat, “old friend. old competitor”

“oh.. do you want to go say hi? i can go check on the alterations. come by when you’re done, ok?”

his fiancée kisses his cheek and heads the other way

meanwhile, jungkook fights his inner demons

fuck.

what is he supposed to do? talk to jin? ask why the sudden move? because why?

because he wasn’t done fucking jin’s wife?

fuck.

it’s so stupid

but before he knows it, he’s out of breath running to jin and the little boy

“jungkook?”

he freezes

“jin… hi”

“hey! man, wow! it’s so nice to see you. how have you been?”

jungkook swallows. “i’ve been okay. it’s been a while—“

“daddy,” the little boy whines. “i need to pee!”

jungkook looks down and stares wt the kid. he has newly cut hair. his cheeks are puffy—the same kind of puffy jin has.

then, jungkook looks at his eyes..

his lips…

his nose

it’s all yours

“seojun,” jin picks him up and points at jungkook. “this is mommy’s friend. say hi”

“hi mommy’s friend”

jungkook feels dizzy

“how old is he?”

“he’s 3” jin says, voice stern leaving no room for doubts. “___ and i wanted to enjoy being married and work on our marriage before having kids.. it was needed and well… we’re really happy”

jungkook nods

okay

so the kid isn’t his…

“is she… here?”

jin shakes his head

“she’s visiting her parents. we’re giving them some time to bond since we haven’t been back in 5 years…“

“yeah it’s been a while,” jungkook sighs. “how is she doing?”

jin smiles warmly. half heartedly prepared to answer jungkook and half heartedly a little amused by his audacity

“well, she’s over the morning sickness and started waddling like a penguin so—“

“she’s what?”

“she’s pregnant with our second,” jin beams. “isn’t that right, seojun? you’re gonna be a big brother!”

seojun giggles

“little sister yay!”

jungkook swallows again

“it’s a girl?”

jin nods, “yeah. we’re over the moon. truly have everything now”

jungkook’s breath hitches

for a moment, he feels pure jealousy

jin is living the life that should be his. it feels unfair and like fucking betrayal. he feels like his heartache could burn the city down—

“are you really mommy’s friend?” seojun asks, tugging on jungkook’s hand

jungkook blinks

then, he kneels down and levels with seojun

as he looks into your son’s eyes, he can’t help but feel a tightness in his chest

this could’ve been his and yours

but as seojun smiles, jungkook sees it

he looks like jin

it’s like all your features melted away and the truth is revealed… he doesn’t look like you. he’s a carbon copy of jin, his father

for the nth time, jungkook can’t breathe

he suddenly recalls the night you two fucked on yours and jin’s bed and how you cried right after saying you guys can’t be friends

and how he felt ,, thinking that he’d wait for your love forever

but this is it

this is what he had waited for the entire time

beingf face to face with your son—your love…

he has no other choice but to surrender

he has no other choice but to accept what had happened

he has no other choice but to be happy for you

he has no other choice but to set himself free

but it still hurts

and the pain grows much deeper than ever…

this is it

the ending to you and him for real

it’s been over for years but now it feels like it’s finally truly done

jungkook doesn’t realize his eyes were teary

quickly, he sniffs and ruffles your sons hair

“yeah, buddy… we were good friends but we’re even better as strangers”

[sanguniemcordis]

some kyle garrick roommate headcanons to get my blood flowing

roommate!kyle garrick x fem!reader (fluff)

cw: alcohol, pretty much that.

• wasn’t expecting a girl when he put the ad out, but when he saw you he couldn’t complain

• but you needed somewhere to stay and honestly a man wasn’t your favorite pick either but what can ya do

• gives you the bigger room without telling you (literally switches over the couple days that he has before you move in)

• definitely under charges you for rent

• the apartment is bare because he’s never home for very long so he just tells you to decorate how you want

• helps you bring all your things up, happily takes pizza as payment

• kyle is nice. he’s funny, clever, not bad on the eyes

• he turns out to be a really nice roommate

• shares his food because he never knows when he’s leaving so it’s all up for grabs

•sings loudly and BADLY in the shower

• watches nature documentaries like 9 out of 10 times you see him on the couch (the other 1 time is soccer football)

• also probably falls asleep to them but then complains when he wakes up and you’ve turned something else on (“hey, i was watching that..”)

• scarily quiet sleeper due to his job, barely moves either

• but terrifyingly easy to wake up, even if you take a step within 10 feet of him his eyes open

• sometimes leaves the toilet seat up

• if you leave your bra in the dryer he puts it on over his shirt and waits for your return OR goes into your room, strikes a pose then leaves (you have to chase him to get it back)

• listen. it’s not that he thinks women are weak, not in the slightest, it’s that he knows men are crazy, so don’t even think about leaving at night

• seriously, don’t (one time you didn’t tell him and he thought you had been kidnapped)

• if you go out with your friends, expect he’s up waiting but not in an obvious way, but pretending he’s been watching another movie

• he makes a mean hangover breakfast

• he also has a very specific routine for shutting down the house and locking the doors or windows to make sure its secure

• makes too much food and gets offended when you don’t eat it all

• and if you have a potential partner or date over, he’s interrogating them, but in an unsuspicious way, one that seems friendly at first then goes south

• (“so you were just dating your ex only three months ago, you posted a picture on instagram with them and yet you already moved on?” “KYLE!” what? i was just asking a question!” “how did you even find their instagram?!”)

• kyle who for some reason hates every single person you bring home

• kyle who used to have a few regular fwb but slowly got rid of all of them

• kyle who started tagging along on night outs, casually stating he was bored

• then hes paying for several rounds but only having a drink or two, and yes, he’s forcing you to have water

• yes he takes you to get food when you’re drunk and begging

• then suddenly he starts suggesting activities for you guys to do together, puzzles… walks… restaurants… a pottery studio (“come on, it’d be fun!” “kyle have you ever done pottery?” “no! but it’d be fun, yeah?)

• kyle who starts to get just a little more touchy, starting small. i’m talking lower back touches, hugs, finger tips brushing over your bicep, grasping your wrist, even playing with a ring you had just bought

• eyes lingering on you longer and longer

• and just as the tension is bubbling, he’s gone.

• for months and the entire time he’s unable to focus entirely on his mission, part of his mind always going back to you, are you okay? are you warm? are you eating?

• and you’re in the same boat, wondering if hes eating, drinking, sleeping okay. if he’s coming home, when he’s coming home

• kyle who is only able to call you once and it’s the best fifteen minutes of his life

• whenever he comes home he always quietly checks on you, peeking his head in.

• is loud when he comes home sometimes, which is an accident, but it’s a welcome disruption because you know he’s safe. one time he was because he couldn’t bend over to get his jeans off and he woke you up, but it was welcomed help

• then after the jeans incident would be the first time you guys ever sleep together is when he found you up after coming home late. you made him food, turned on the tv and watched a movie on the couch

• the next morning you wake up first, curled up towards him, a crick in your neck and legs hanging off the couch

• kyle is turned towards you, plate nearly finished on his lap and arms crossed, head nodding forward

• then comes the weird limbo..

• because kyle is definitely touchier, sweeter SOMEHOW

• starts to sprinkle in some affection (“hand me that, love, would you, the best thank you,” “okay darling, i’ll get my shoes-“ “i’m just going to the corner-,” “no it’s fine, i need some fresh air.”)

• gets “strangely” protective whenever you’re in public and a guy approaches, even if he was across the store he’s by your side in an instant. (“sorry babe, whose this?” “kyl-,” “y’know i saw some of your favorite wine on sale, grab a bottle or two?”)

• speaking of wine, kyle LOVES wine night. props his feet up, pours you both a hefty glass of wine and turns on whatever guilty pleasure you both have

• (right now its 90 day fiancé)

• when he gets wine tipsy thats when he gets clingy, shuffling closer and closer until he rests his head on your shoulder, thighs pressing together.

• “he doesn’t love her,” kyle will mutter, discontent with the man on the show “how do you know that?” “because i do.”

• kyle who ends the night holding you, because hes clung his arms around you then managed to wiggle the pair of you together

• kyle, who even after you fall asleep stays up, unable to move because this just feels so right and like it was supposed to always be this way

[empressgetou]

YOU'RE MINE, I'M YOURS

boyfriend senku x reader

hours after both of suika and y/n who went across to shore to the island where senku and the others were supposed to be. luckily for them ryusui managed to throw suika overboard who was cleaning the docks and y/n who was nearby the kid just in time for the petrification by a second.

y/n stayed behind the island to look for senku as suika went back to the ship to check up on the others and just as night the night falls ibarra and kirisame's group came checking up on the ship making the woman worried about the poor girl on her own in the ship.

"the lab!" echoed through the island.

i recognized that voice anywhere, kohaku! senku and the others must be near. as i look up on the side of the island there they were in a gather with a few people i don't recognized, i was about to ran up to them then i saw kohaku kissing senku...

KISSING SENKU??

i was never the type to be the "im jealous" girlfriend, even before the petrification my relationship with senku is actually great than the usual couples around. that's because he never gave me a reason to over something minor. sure, i may or may not have been a little jealous over the whole marriage thing that was set up with ruri back a few months but that was in the past and now i see this? boy you better have an explanation to this too or i might cut your–

i ran fast as i could to catch up, as i can already see the mobile lab who im assuming suika managed to drive through up to the mountains. as soon as the vehicle stopped they too have stopped their tracks and managed to spot me in my place.

"y/n! you're here! you weren't petrified?" gen asked surprisingly and his eyes went to the leek head whom im not naming.

"nahh ryusui managed to throw me into the ocean just in time with suika" i laughed a little remembering a few hours ago how pissed off i was thinking he has even the audacity to throw us like we're a rock or something but im glad ryusui did managed to save us.

"kekeke somehow i had a feeling you survived that thing though i never expected you'd be here on the island" senku already on my side and had a little smirk on. oh how i wanna punch that handsome face so bad right now.

i rolled my eyes, "course i did. m'not really and idiot ya know." i smirked back.

"good job, you two!" praised senku.

we managed to get out of the villagers hair and went to the underwater cave to hide in the meantime while we prepare in infiltrating the harem and well that includes getting kohaku ready for the act.

"the ingredients are simple!"

"honey, lemon and coconut?"

"ahhh you're making a conditioner?"

"that's ten billion points for you, my dearest!" senku pointed at me as if ive won the lottery.

"you mind leaving me some for my hair?"

and then here's amaryllis having the greatest idea i never would've thought i'd come up with. but men dressing as women? specially senku? i never thought i'd see the day.

"pftt"

"yeah, yeah laugh it while you can honey. you don't know what's coming next for ya." he said while having an obvious annoyed face.

gen however pulled it off but his height was a bit much for an average girl. then there's soyuz, yeah i dont even wanna explain how he looks. and then lastly ginro, well he passed, perfection i might add.

"well that's that. obviously we know who is coming to the harem" i said as i was about to go back to the mobile lab, kohaku spoke.

"we're not done yet y/n, you're next!" and managed to pull me to her side.

"waittt! im not–"

"no buts! come on, you're a candidate yourself if i say so myself plus we could totally infiltrate the harem without a problem if both of you and me work together inside."

"ughhh nooo i don't wanna. too much workkk"

kohaku and amaryllis managed to dress up y/n nicely and while doing so senku's eyes never left her figure and her hair specially. he realized that y/n never actually leave her hair down just like before the petrification maybe because they were always busy working back at the village it would be distracting having her long wavy hair in the way, he only saw her hair down whenever she'd take a bath by the river and whenever she would sleep beside him. amaryllis also put make up on y/n and it definitely just made her even more beautiful and vibrant much to senku's pleasure. he was falling all over again.

"looking good there", he complimented

"thanks. i thought you'd never notice", y/n sarcastically said.

"been a while since i've had make up on too. does it look weird?" she asked worriedly.

"nahh you're good. you're beautiful." he said almost whispering.

"alrightyyy y/n, you're coming with us right?", kohaku asked

"huh? but i'm not really needed there right? hehe", y/n tried to convince her friend.

before y/n and her group went to the harem selection she managed to get inside the mobile lab and talked to senku.

"so i was thinking since ya' know could be a few days or weeks before we'd succeed in the infiltration but i just wanna clarify something." fiddling her hands thinking maybe she just misunderstood what kohaku did to his boyfriend.

"yeah, got something to say before you leave me here all alone?" senku joked still doing his science work.

"i saw kohaku kissed you last night." and went silent, it made y/n think maybe she was stupid to even conclude at that idea.

"ah yeah she did"

"what! why?"

"easy tiger, that was unexpected for me as well, we have to get a distraction from the enemy. gen's fault he included me."

silence again.

"but i guess that made you uncomfortable huh?" she nodded still fiddling her fingers.

he saw this and went to holding her close.

"m'sorry if it made you feel bad, i take full responsibility of how you're feeling right now. tell you what i'll give gen an earful about that and maybe after this whole infiltration thing, we spend time more together after, hmm?" trying to apologize the woman.

"mmm, i see.."

"i understand i just want to know why it had to be done." she said faintly smiling.

"m'sorry if you understood that way. there's nothing going on. m'still yours forever and always" he tried to cheer up.

she then hugged him and he immediately reciprocated. silence engulfing them once again while enjoying the company of each other.

"i love you"

"me to honey. i love you so damn much. i'm yours. okay?" reassuring her and gently pushing his lips into her sweet candy flavored ones.

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"mmm, you're mine and i'm yours" she giggled.

[allthelovehes]

Lost and Found*

Summary: Harry and Y/N have been best friends since they were little kids but they lost track of each other over time. When Harry is in town for his tour they finally reunite and their meeting is sweeter than ever.

Pairing: Famous!Harry x Reader

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: Smut, fluff, cute.

Taglist: @justmystyles @bitchybabyharry @harrysslut7 @swiftmendeshoran @lucasandharold @harrysbabycherry @htaylor18 @rose-garden-dreamz @myalovesharry @mellamolayla Let me know if you want to be added to my taglist! 🤗

A/N: I had this idea on my list for a while so I figured why not write it?

It's been a very long time since you last saw your best friend. It has been years, which is a shame, but there were reasons. The biggest reason was that he is one of the most famous pop stars in the world, and that causes his schedule to be incredibly full. There is also the fact that, because he is touring the world, you are not even living in the same country for the longest time.

Harry always tries to keep in touch, even with the crazy life he leads. But that can mean only brief texts and the occasional phone call. Sometimes not even those. The last time you heard from him was six months ago when he called to ask how your family was doing. He sounded so tired but excited. You talked for an hour, and it was almost like the last years hadn't happened.

With his latest album out and him being back on the road, you decided to buy yourself a ticket to his next Wembley show. This is an amazing opportunity for you to see your best friend and for him to hopefully spot you among the thousands of fans.

The excitement about this day has been building up inside of you ever since you decided to do this. You know you can't expect much attention from Harry after the concert, but you're looking forward to seeing him and getting to see him perform. You haven't seen him in person since his first headlining tour.

You are now on your way home from work and still have a few hours to go before you have to head out for the concert. You take a shower and then put on the T-shirt and jeans that you have planned to wear to the concert. When you get into the kitchen, you realize that you are too nervous and excited to eat, so you settle for a banana. You check the time and are happy to notice that you still have some time left to spare, so you go into the living room and switch on the television.

There are no good shows on, so you switch to the music channels and find one that is showing a rerun of a Harry Styles interview. You smile as you watch him talk. Even after all these years, it's still the same Harry. He's still your Harry. You feel a pang in your heart when he smiles his cheeky grin at the interviewer, and you realize just how much you miss him.

As if reading your mind, your phone vibrates on the coffee table. You reach for it and see Harry's caller ID on the screen. You pick up and bring the phone to your ear.

"Harry?"

"Hi, love!" He sounds excited. "Did I call at a good time? Are you busy?"

"No, I'm not. I was just watching TV." She decides to not tell him that she is going to see him in a couple of hours.

"Oh, what are you watching?"

"Um, an interview. It's not important. What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in rehearsals?"

"I have a free half hour, and I'm hiding in my dressing room, so nobody can find me. I really needed to talk to you, and I couldn't wait anymore."

"Why did you need to talk to me? Is something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing like that. You're going to my concert tonight, aren't you?"

Your eyes grow wide and your stomach somersaults. How did he know? Did you give something away?

"How...how did you know?" you finally manage to say.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I know how you talk when you're nervous and when you're not. When I told you about the Wembley shows, your voice didn't sound like usual. You sounded nervous, and it was pretty obvious that you were going." He laughs on the phone.

"Wow, I'm not very subtle, am I?" You feel stupid.

"You really aren't." His voice sounds warm and inviting, and you feel a shiver running down your spine.

"So, why did you want to call me, if it wasn't to tell me not to come?"

"Oh, I would never tell you not to come. I really want to see you tonight."

"But...aren't there a thousand people coming? You probably won't even see me."

"Don't worry, love. I will definitely see you. If I don't, you should find the stage door and knock. My security team knows about you. They'll let you in."

"Really? Harry, you're crazy. You have a concert to prepare for. You shouldn't let random fans into your dressing room."

"But you're not a random fan. You're Y/N."

"I'm glad that you still think of me like that, even though we haven't seen each other in a while."

"What do you mean?" Harry sounds confused. "Of course, I still think of you as my best friend. Nothing can change that."

You feel a lump forming in your throat. You don't want to cry, not now. Harry means the world to you, and he will never know. You are not the kind of girl who confesses her love to pop stars, not even when they are her best friends.

"Y/N, are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here. I was just thinking about something."

"Well, stop thinking. We're going to see each other in a couple of hours." He is smiling; you can hear it in his voice.

***

When you enter the venue, the excitement inside of you is unbearable. The atmosphere is incredible, and the crowd is so full of life and happiness. Everyone is happy to be here, and so are you.

You find your seat, which is very close to the stage, and sit down. As you wait for the concert to start, you keep looking at the stage, wondering what Harry is doing right now.

Suddenly, the lights go down, and the crowd goes wild. You join in and clap your hands, your heart racing with anticipation. The stage is still dark when Harry walks onto it, and the screams get even louder.

The opening song sounds through the speakers, and the crowd sings along with Harry. You sing along, too, and the feeling is indescribable. To hear his music live and to see the passion in his face, while he performs his songs, makes your heart melt. You can't take your eyes off him.

The next couple of songs are even more amazing, and the atmosphere is incredible. Harry seems to enjoy himself and interacts with the crowd a lot. After the fifth song, he walks to the front of the stage, looks around, and scans the crowd.

"It's great to see all your beautiful faces." He smiles his crooked smile. "There are a lot of you tonight."

You feel his eyes on you, but it's dark and the crowd is dense, so you're not sure if he really saw you. You decide not to get your hopes up, but your heart is beating faster.

"Now, this is the part of the show where I tell you a story." Harry says into the microphone, and the crowd starts screaming again. You hear a few people chant "I love you" and others calling his name.

"So, let's see. This story is about a friend of mine. A friend I haven't seen in a long time." Harry pauses and looks around again. "She is somewhere here tonight."

The crowd is silent for a moment, but then everyone is talking and pointing at each other. You feel a blush creeping into your cheeks and your pulse quickens. You can't believe that he is doing this, but you're happy about it.

"So, this friend. She is the reason why I'm here, on this stage. She has always supported me, always believed in me. Even when I didn't believe in myself." He pauses and takes a sip of water. "We went to school together. She helped me through everything. But when I became famous, I started to neglect her." The crowd interrupts him with a loud booing. "Yeah, I know. That was stupid of me. But she never gave up on me, and she is still my best friend. In fact, she's my favourite friend. I'm sorry, everyone." The crowd laughs and cheers.

You are amazed and speechless. He really did this for you. And the fact that he still considers you his best friend is the best thing that has happened in a while. You can't help it, but tears are falling down your cheeks, and your hands are shaking. Harry walks back to the middle of the stage, and the show continues.

After the concert is over, you stay in your seat. There is still a lot of time until the arena will be empty, and you're not sure what to do. Suddenly, your phone rings, and it's a number you don't recognize.

"Hello?"

"Hi, love." He sounds a little out of breath, and your stomach does a flip.

"Hey, Harry. That was an amazing show. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. So, did you enjoy it?"

"I loved it."

"I'm so happy. Listen, are you still at the arena?"

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"Okay, so I will come to you. Wait for me, okay?"

"What do you mean, you're coming to me? Are you going to walk out into the arena, looking for me?"

"Exactly. So, wait for me."

"Harry, that's not possible. The arena is full of people. I'm not going to sit here and let you lose your way."

"Trust me, Y/N. I'll be fine. Just wait for me."

And then, he is gone.

You put your phone back into your bag and look around. The crowd has already thinned out a bit, and there are a few people around you. You get up and stand at the end of the row. People are walking past you and talking to each other.

Suddenly, someone grabs your wrist, and you turn around. Your eyes grow wide and your mouth falls open.

"H-Harry..."

"Hi, love. Sorry it took so long. I got a little lost."

You can't believe that he is standing in front of you, looking like a god in his black outfit. He has a beanie on his head, and his eyes are sparkling. Without thinking, you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder. He hugs you back, and you can't help but inhale his scent.

"I missed you," you say.

"I missed you, too. Now, how about we get out of here?"

"Good idea. Where are we going?"

"Somewhere private."

"Sounds good to me."

He lets go of you and takes your hand. Together, you leave the arena and head for the stage door. Outside, there is a huge crowd waiting, but his security team has already cleared the way, and the fans are standing behind the barriers. He smiles at them and waves. They are screaming, and the paparazzi are taking pictures.

He guides you through the crowd and towards the car park. A black car is waiting, and he opens the door for you. You get in, and he slides in after you. The driver starts the engine, and the car pulls away from the curb.

"Where are we going?" you ask.

"My hotel. We're staying in London for two more nights. I have a suite with a view of the city."

"That's nice. I hope the view is nice, too."

"You're going to like it." He looks at you, and your heart skips a beat.

You reach the hotel, and the driver stops the car. Harry gets out first and holds the door open for you. You step out and look up at the huge building. The entrance is illuminated, and there are a lot of people coming and going.

He takes your hand and leads you into the lobby. Nobody pays attention to you, and it's a relief. You don't want people staring at you. He guides you towards the elevators and presses the button. A moment later, the doors slide open, and you step into the elevator. He presses the button for the top floor and then looks at you.

"I'm sorry it has been such a long time."

"It's okay, Harry. I know that you have a busy life. And I'm really proud of you."

"Thank you. It means a lot to me." He steps closer to you, and your breath hitches. He lifts his hand and brushes a strand of hair from your face. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself blushing.

The elevator doors open, and he leads you to his suite. He opens the door and lets you inside. You are amazed by the beautiful room. There is a huge bed, a seating area with a fireplace, and a balcony with a spectacular view.

"Wow, this is amazing."

"I knew you'd like it." He grins and takes your hand again. "Come on, let's sit down."

He guides you to the seating area on the balcony and sits down. You sit down next to him and take a deep breath.

"How long have we known each other?"

"Since we were ten."

"It's been twenty years, and we're still friends."

"Best friends," you correct him.

"Yes, best friends."

"Even when I neglected you."

"Hey, don't do that. You didn't neglect me. You were just busy."

"Busy doesn't even cover it."

"Stop it. We're still friends. That's what matters."

"I know, but I was stupid. And I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Harry. Let's stop apologizing. I wanna enjoy being here with you." You say with a twinkle in your eyes. You lean back and look at the skyline. The city is lit up and looks beautiful. You can hear the traffic below, but it's a distant noise. The moment is magical, and you are enjoying every second of it. He puts his arm around you, and you lean against his shoulder. You sigh happily and close your eyes.

"Hey, are you tired?" he asks.

"No, just relaxed."

"Okay. Well, I have a question for you."

"Ask away."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you love me."

Your eyes fly open, and your heart stops. He is looking at you, and his expression is serious. You swallow hard and try to think of an answer. But your brain doesn't cooperate, and you can't speak.

"W-what are you talking about?" You stutter.

"I'm talking about the fact that you are in love with me."

"No, I'm not. Why would you think that?"

"Because it's obvious. I saw it tonight at the concert. When I talked about you."

"Oh."

"You looked shocked and then so happy. It's the same look I have when I'm thinking about you." You can't believe what he is saying. Does he really mean it? Or is he just playing with your emotions?

"Why didn't you ever tell me? Because of my job?"

"No, it's not that. I just...I didn't want to ruin our friendship. You're the most important person in my life, and I didn't want to lose you."

"Oh, love. You will never lose me."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He leans closer to you and places a soft kiss on your cheek. Your heart is racing, and the butterflies in your stomach are going crazy. He pulls away, and you can see the sparkle in his eyes. His gaze drops to your lips, and he smiles.

"Y/N, can I kiss you?"

"Yes," you whisper.

He cups your face with his hands and leans in. Your eyes flutter closed, and his lips touch yours. The kiss is slow and gentle. His lips are soft and taste like mint. You feel a tingle in your stomach, and you can't help but sigh. His tongue darts out and caresses your lips. You open your mouth, and he slips his tongue inside. Your tongues tangle together, and the kiss becomes more passionate. When you finally pull apart, you are breathing heavily. He smiles and strokes your cheek.

"That was amazing," you say.

"Yes, it was. And it's about time." He laughs.

"It's been a long time coming." You grin.

"Yes, it has."

He pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple. You lean against his chest and breathe in his scent. It feels so right to be here with him. After all these years, you finally feel like you belong.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks.

"About the fact that I don't wanna go home."

"Who said you have to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Stay with me tonight."

"Really?"

"Yes. Stay the night. I don't want you to leave."

"Okay."

"Great. Let's go inside."

He stands up and takes your hand. You follow him into the suite and sit down on the bed. He sits down next to you and strokes your cheek. You look into his eyes and see the same desire that you feel. You lean in and kiss him. His lips are warm and soft, and his tongue feels amazing. Your body is tingling, and you can't get enough. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. He pulls you closer and kisses you passionately. Your bodies are pressed together, and you can feel his arousal. You moan and rub your body against his. He breaks the kiss and looks at you. His eyes are dark with lust, and his pupils are dilated.

"Mhm, Y/N. You're driving me crazy." He pulls you into his lap and kisses you again. His hands roam your body, and you arch your back. He slips his hand under your shirt and cups your breast. You gasp and close your eyes. He squeezes your breast and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

"Oh God," you moan.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes. It feels so good."

He keeps massaging your breast while kissing your neck. You grind your hips against him, and he groans. You can feel his erection, and it turns you on even more. He moves his hand to your other breast and starts massaging it.

He pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you. His hands move under your shirt, and he pulls it off. You arch your back and expose your breasts. He licks his lips and leans down to kiss your nipples. He sucks on one and flicks his tongue over the other. You moan and dig your nails into his back.

He moves his hand down to your pants and starts undoing the button. He pulls them down, along with your panties, and tosses them aside. He looks at your naked body and smiles.

"You're so beautiful."

He leans down and kisses you. His tongue darts out, and he runs it over your lips. You part your lips and let him inside. He explores your mouth and moans.

"Mhm, I want you."

"Then take me," you say.

He pulls his shirt off and throws it aside. He undoes his pants and pushes them down. He kneels between your legs and looks at you. You can see his erection through his boxers. You bite your lip and reach out. You run your hand over his bulge and feel the heat. He groans and closes his eyes.

"Y/N."

"Yes?"

"I want you so bad."

"Then take me."

He quickly pulls his boxers down before he grabs your hips and pushes you further onto the bed. He lies down on top of you and kisses you. His erection rubs against your core, making you gasp.

"God, you're so wet." He moves his hand between your legs and strokes your clit. You moan and buck your hips. He positions his cock at your entrance and pushes in. You gasp and close your eyes. His cock fills you up completely, and you feel complete.

He starts moving slowly, and you cling to him. He kisses you deeply and groans. He moves faster, and you cry out. You wrap your legs around his waist and arch your back.

"Yes, Harry. Right there. Please."

He pounds into you harder, and you feel yourself approaching the edge. Never had sex felt this right.

"I'm gonna come."

"Come for me, love."

You scream his name and climax. Your body trembles, and you shudder. He moans and buries his face in your neck. You feel his release, and he collapses on top of you.

"God, Y/N. That was amazing."

"It was."

He rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms. You snuggle against his chest, and he kisses your forehead.

"So, this is where we've been heading since day one, huh?" You chuckle.

"Well, yeah. I just didn't expect it to take twenty years."

"Yeah, me neither."

"And I also thought we'd be more cautious about it." Harry laughs realising he completely forgot to use a condom.

"I don't know, I just didn't care."

"Yeah, me neither."

You kiss his cheek and rest your head on his chest.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Will we be able to make this work? I mean, with our lives and everything?"

"We'll figure it out. I'm not letting you go."

"Good."

You close your eyes and listen to his heartbeat. He is holding you tight, and you can't imagine being anywhere else. You kiss his chest and slowly drift off to sleep in his arms.

[walli3darl1ng]

Okay hear me out!?

Shapeshifter reader????

Like they can shapeshift into whatever animal, person, puppet. Oh oh! And reader loves to prank the welcome home crew, like one second there wally the next there Barnaby! 'Buying' apples from howdy!

I just love the ideas the morning gives me so here we are lol

From: a new friend 🌜

To: you!💖

BRO reader is such a prankster! Like not to the point of annoyance ( you don’t do it everyday) but to the point that everyone is just cautious and fearful of each other.

I see them having code words or phrases with each other to make sure it’s not you like:

Wally Sees Barnaby

“Hey, Buddy. What’s in apple pie?”

“Wha-apples?”

“Y/n”

“How!-“

You have a unique ability, a gift some say. But you can change forms to who ever and whatever you’ve seen with your own eyes. Sadly, no you can’t change into a mermaid or dragon.

If you physically seen the living organisms or object you can turn into it!

You’re been living at the Welcome Home neighborhood for a while now, you remember the time you first got here.

First terrorizing the neighborhood as the iconic black cat; dubbed ‘the neighborhood’s chaos’ or just ‘Chaos’.

scaring Eddie when he would open up the mailboxes to deliver mail.

“Ah!- Chaos! Off you go!”

Scare the butterflies away when Frank would try and catch them. Using the poor guy as a stepping still to get to them.

“No, Chaos!”

Take Julie’s dolls and hide them.

“No, no, Chaos! Not Mr. Wiggins!”

Steal merchandise from Howdy’s.

“What was that noise? Chaos! You better not be taking the jalapeños!”

Scaring Barnaby…just to scare him.

“Good, good, chaos…Ah!!”

“Barnaby, they haven’t noticed us yet..”

Never leaving Sally alone.

“Chaos, stop, no don’t scratch that!”

And with Wally…well let’s say it’s a love-hate relationship. You’ll mess up his painting, splash around the pant and make Home dirty. Yet, he can’t stay mad at the adorable, big eyed cat face.

“Chaos, you know not to mess with my paints…”

Now you’re not all bad. No you’re misunderstood. You just wanted attention and stumbled about the neighborhood filled with new friends! Poppy’s the only one to see that, she’ll always keep a bowl of good and water for you and will sometimes have you around while she bakes.

Now it’s a big misunderstanding how you manage to join the neighborhood and let’s say it cost you your leg.

You still have it by the way, don’t worry.

They had a meeting about your mischievous ways. And traps were set, one caught you and injured your leg. And to get a better look you changed back to your form but that was the same time they check the traps and saw you.

“Chaos?”

“Yeah-well-I..it’s actually Y/n.”

And that was a few months ago and you’re all healed up. Wally was strolling down the street when he sees you skipping along. And well if you’re you, he doesn’t need to worry.

“Hey, neighbor!”

“Oh! Hi, cutie. Are you going to Howdy’s for an apple? I’m getting a jalapeño.” You smile. You always give the neighborhood nickname and treat them with love because well, that’s how you are! And because you feel bad for terrorizing then for so long.

“Mhm! But I need a favor.”

You walk inside with a chime from the bell above the door and greet Howdy. “Hi, Big Brother!”

“Good afternoon, sweetheart! Are you here for a jalapeño?” He muses with a smile and shuffles your hair.

You nod and hold you arms out with your palms up to receive your treat and then asked him for an apple. For extra sweetness? Regardless he gave it to you.

Next was Wally, who only gets one for obvious reasons.

Then, Barnaby, what’s with everyone wanting apples?

Then it was poppy getting her supply for baking sweets and when he saw that her feathers were a little discolored he knew it was you, but how can he prove it?

“Apples for apple pie, poppy?”

“Well, yeah, of course-“

“Y/n i know it’s you.”

“How?!” You didn’t have time! Run! “Wally! He’s onto us!”

This is the best I could do while listening to this lecture🫠

[edwinspaynes]

Hi! How many wips do you have right now? And do you have any TSC wips? Would you give a snippet from the wips?

If you have any wessa wips i hope you can give me them :)

I unfortunately don't have any TSC WIPs right now, but I do have a few DBDA WIPs!

From The Rules of Engagement chapter 3 (Edwin/Charles), which will be up tomorrow or Monday:

Charles sighed. The coaster was coming to a stop, and the line was long enough that they probably weren’t going to make it on the next go. But Edwin seemed determined. He looked like he might run to the coaster, and when it stopped, Charles was surprised that he actually did. Edwin was a fast runner for perfectly understandable reasons, but if Charles wasn’t running next to him, it was surprising to sit back and watch anyway.

Edwin sloughed off his letter jacket fast and threw it on one of the coaster seats. No one noticed, of course – after all, it was invisible so long as it was attached to Edwin. But now it wasn’t, and both boys had learned long ago that people saw what they wanted to see. The jacket hadn’t appeared out of thin air – of course not. They were seeing things, or so they’d convince themselves. It was always there. Charles, applauding Edwin’s big brain, ran back up to him. People filed onto the coaster, avoiding the jacket, and the high school kid running the coaster clearly couldn’t be assed to check the seats. Right before it kicked into gear, Charles and Edwin walked through the railing and sat on the seat. Edwin kicked the jacket to the ground, probably so it looked like it’d just blown off, and he stuck his foot on it to make sure that it didn’t blow away. “You know,” Charles teased, “I think I’m a bit offended that you’re abusing my jacket.” Edwin’s eyes moved innocently upward. “Do not be silly, Charles. You can always order another one off the Etsy.”

From Give Me Envy. Give Me Malice. Give Me Your Attention (A Cat King character study):

You had thought she kept you because she loved you. You meowed. “Oh, don’t be silly, Tomcat,” she waved a hand. “I stopped doing things for silly reasons like love long ago. One minute, you’re at your wedding; the next…” She snapped her fingers. “Poof! You’ve killed him, and his rancid slut, too.” She laughed as she settled onto the couch, the folds of her aubergine-and-black gown somehow sinister as her pointed nails raked across the fabric. “But that’s enough about me, babycakes. Tell me something about you. I’m sure there’s something I don’t know going on in your cute little kitty brain.” I love you, you thought. I love you. I love you. Instead, you meowed. What are you? Esther sighed. “I thought this would be obvious at this point, but… I’m a witch. I’m a hundred and fourty-four years young, though I know I don’t look it! And I thought maybe, just maybe, it was time to make things official. Get myself a familiar, you know. Next step in the witch’s life story!”

From the outline of Now We're at the Starting Line (I Did My Time) chapter 4, which will be up in January rather than this month:

Charles is showing Edwin some childhood pictures of him and stuff. Very cute Payneland.

TCK is watching this happen through the window.

He is jealous of the Very Cute Payneland.

He thinks that Charles’s dad is a shit and he wants to go yell at him on Edwin’s behalf.

He resists the urge and thinks that later in the day he’ll pull Edwin aside, be a Funnyguy, and give him a laugh to make everything better

I also have a comic rewrite of Topsy-Turvy , a chapter in the DBDA comic. I haven't started chapter 2 yet, so no snippet. But it's in my mind!

[aromantic-everyday]

aight so this is the specific question i was talking about [i'll put an initial next to some people to use as their name]

so a year ago or smth around that i was with my friends in a camping, we were like 7 in total. one night we were talking about our life and personal lore, basically gossiping, so i decided to explain i was aroace (the aro part is more important in case there was a doubt, that's why i'm telling this here)

so i explained everything, and i acted like a wikipedia ofc, also telling them all the story about how i realized it. at first, they seemed supportive, which was cool, but there were some odd things already.

one of them [M] told me repetitively if i was sure, which was weird, and also implied it may be a phase (with some weird example about a lesbian they new that now is straight), another [J] went to sleep all of a sudden and seemed very sad for some reason and other things that also were odd

until then, i didn't give it any importance, tbh i even saw it as quite successful. the problem came the next day.

in the afternoon, all of them, except J and me, decided to go out for icecream, and they also acted really strange when i asked things like where exactly would they go or if i could just go with them without buying anything, kinda implying they wanted me to stay with J in the camping

the thing is that i was suspicious already, so, against what J wanted, i checked if they were around and they were waiting in a distant corner (when they had left 10min ago and the ice cream place was relatively near) and when i approached them to ask what was going on they made an excuse and left in a hurry, i know this because it was obvious in the way they talked that they were making it up

so i was left with J alone, where they started giving giving hints about having to talk about something. at this point, i was already freaking out because i already knew what was going to happen

J told me they liked me romantically, and i told them what i had said the previous day. this was very very VERY uncomfortable for me, because after that, i was not only asked by J if i was sure about my orientation at least 8 times, but i also had to act as a life coach for them because they were sad, which i wouldn't mind if i it was in any other moment. for context, the previous night i told them i had problems with romantic situations and was very uncomfortable in them, as i had left a romantic relationship a month ago or so in which i had been trying to survive for almost 6 months (i didn't like romantically the person but got in the relationship because they asked and i didn't want to lose them).

after that, they suddenly and magically appeared, confirming me that they had just left me by myself when i needed them.

cool

i was left alone, crying in a corner, everyone paying attention to J's heartbreak, no one caring if i was fine. but i already expected that

cool

but the coolest thing comes ahead

a few months later i discovered through kinda my closest friend [N], M's partner, that they and other one had been the night before the confession helping J and encouraging them to tell me everything because "there still could be a chance" and other statements like that that only encouraged J to do what they did and, more importantly, how they did it

i felt kinda betrayed because it was their idea also to leave me alone with J, and they were like my best friend

when i asked N why did they do it, and said that it had been uncomfortable for me and that their actions hurted me, N just took all the importance out of the situation, saying that they had to help J because you have to help a bro with this things, whatever

but it was shocking for me that they disregarded totally my feelings about the situation and only took into account J's, and even when i told N about it, they kept doing it

i just want to know if i have the right to be angry about this because J was also sad, and maybe i am exaggerating (not the story, but my feelings)

idk i'm not bothered about them telling me about it, i am more bothered about how they did it, i just feel like if i said i was gay it would have been easier(J is the the opposite sex)

i have never told the group about how i felt, just N and, later, my bff (who understood me more than N)

so that's the cool situation, sorry for writting so much, i just didn't want to skip any details of the main thing (there were other things that they did that were also very uncomfortable for me but the text would be longer and i don't want to be bothersome)

thank you for your time :D

Aromantic!

(Oh damn. Ok so I think yeah you have the right to be mad because it seems like they aren't respecting your boundaries and also pushing your feelings aside for someone else's romantic feelings, like they treat it like it's more important somehow)

[eldritch-queern-magicat]

I got this over a month ago. At first, it triggered nothing that wasn't already active beforehand. It was just a surprise and delight to get one of these at my local retailer.

And then it triggered absolutely everything in the last few weeks. I got into Bleach in high school, since my local library had a fair bit of the manga for the time. Though it took me at least a year to get through a bunch of the other manga before I finally checked it out. So, putting this squarely into the period of being abused by family. It was almost the greatest escape I'd found at that time.

I attached so hard to it, and all the characters whether I liked them or not (but I do like most of the recurring characters). I had crushes everywhere, and I absolutely incorporated things right into my unstable something of a self. And of course, this manifested in my imaginary shenanigans, externalized from my fragmented mind.

So the reason this is a big deal is because shortly after getting it, I moved right on into dealing with my trauma from that time. The clarity regarding my unstable behavior in general came at an interesting time, out of pure luck. Having unpacked foster hell and being partially raised by my great-grandma, I saw my time living with my dad's side of the family in a new light.

Hello walking disaster. I'm not even joking about this one. I had no idea how to even hang out with my cousins in a normal way. I barely knew how to hang out with people anywhere near my age at all.

The only thing I really knew how to do was escape into fictional worlds. And outside of Grandma, the other adult family that was immediately there just mostly cared about appearances. Grandma did her best for what she was capable of, but she was older (the often forgotten Silent Generation) and in declining health. But the other four adults left me feeling like an extra, or just forgotten.

And now, after nearly fourteen years and several things happening, I'm trying to cope with how betrayed I was. Call it naive, because it was, but I moved in with them believing that my family would never intentionally hurt me. My parents believed I'd be safe, too, which makes it worse. We couldn't trust the system, but we could trust one side of the family. Right?

It made me escape even harder into my imagination. I'm starting to open up through poetry on my other social media. But it's hard because I'm also forced to come to terms with what they may be calling me now.

I brought that up with my therapist yesterday. It's what I'm currently working on unpacking and letting go of. But it's a lot harder now. I wasn't a small child anymore. I was fourteen when I moved up, seventeen when I moved back. My behavior was a problem, and it went far deeper than anyone realized, even for those who did care.

It's still impossible to hold very much of what happened against myself, alone. But I know chances are good they mostly won't care why I was a wreck of a person. At least two of them all probably still blame Mom and Dad, because they made Dad the black sheep for superficial reasons and never even liked Mom. And I have very good reasons to suspect they were playing 'sins of the fathers' against me.

I'm not going to deny, if asked, that I had a lot of behavioral problems growing up. But I survived horrific things that left me struggling to adjust to a normal family life, and my parents still did their best to help me. It's all just, the only way to survive was suppressing things to the degree they went on mostly undetected. Except for the fact they also influenced all of my behavior subconsciously, for obvious reasons.

I don't even know what the hell this post is for anymore. I'm just rambling again. But the Soul Candy helped trigger a lot of this just because of the period of time it helps to represent. And I'm still figuring it all out, since I've only brushed over it in the past.

But now, after this long? Well, I'm on a roll in terms of recovery. And I've got college classes starting later in August. I'd like as much of my behavior figured out as possible by then.

-Lilu 🫐😺

[simpleeshea]

On the clock!

C!Wilbur x Gn! reader

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Chapter 1.

Strange stories-

I burst my way into the doors, smiling brightly as my eyes catch onto just the man I was looking for. I stand expectantly at the counter as his head was ducked down, presumably looking at his phone or reading as he often did. "I'll be with you in just a moment he said," not looking to see who I was just pausing to grab a bookmark— Ah, so it was a book.

I tap my foot and cross my arms until he finally looks up to see who I was.

"Oh!" his face immediately lifted into a smile. I had learned that he didn't smile often, so when he did I took mental notes of what had made him happy. "Y/n, I didn't think you worked today?" he asked questionably.

I roll my eyes and give him a long exasperated sigh, "Yeah well, what's-his-shit asked me if I could cover his shift," I said pointing to the storage closet where I was sure the teen was hiding out. I could never remember his name, I only worked with him one out of the five days I work and he hadn't been there for very long (not to mention that he was one of many teenagers who come in here looking for a job before soon after quitting because of how much work Wilbur and I shoved off on them to do.)

Wilbur nods, peeking around the counter toward the storage closet. "You mean Daniel? I didn't know he was leaving."

I scoff, "Daniel... is that right?" I pause for a moment before shrugging it off, "Well, neither did I until thirty minutes ago," my brows furrow before I walk away to bang on the closet door.

"What!" a loud yell comes from inside before the blonde-haired boy poked his head out. "Oh, it's just you," he said coldly. He stepped out of the closet, cigarette, and cell phone in hand with his messages opened texting someone labeled as "Baby momma😩🥴" My nose crinkled in disapproval, quickly snatching away the cigarette from his hand.

My brow raised, "Last I checked you were only seventeen..." I turned to look at Wilbur, "Did I miss a few years?"

Wilbur scoffed with a dry laugh as he kept flipping pages in his book, "I'm fairly certain I saw you yesterday... so no."

I turned back to the boy with a smirk before nodding my head toward the front door. He turned to walk away, grumbling silent curses under his breath. The bell chimed as he harshly opened the door and walked away.

"He forgot to clock out," Wilbur said, his nose still in his book.

I shook my head, feeling around for the lighter in my pocket. "I'll do it for him later."

Wilbur's eyes left his book, looking at me and the cigarette. "Did you just jack that kid's smoke?" he nearly laughed.

"Uhh... yeah!" I said as if it was obvious, "he's a bitch."

"That's twenty-five cents," Wilbur motioned over toward the swear jar sitting behind the counter.

I frown, "You should hear half of the shit that kid said before walking outside."

"Another twenty-five," he counted, "and yes, I heard, he owes at least a dollar fifty."

I roll my eyes and smile, pulling out my wallet to collect fifty cents. Walking behind the counter, Wilbur watched as I stuff my change into the jar with my name stuck to the side of it. "Ya' know," I say, stepping back to look at the swear jars with each person's name labeled on their respective jars, "Manager Ken is never here... but somehow that man has the most change in his jar every month."

Wilbur looked up from his book to glance at the jars. Wilbur and I had always been close each month along with whatever teen had picked up the job, but Manager Ken's jar had always been full of change at the end of the month.  "Well," Wilbur started off, "When he is here, you might as well call him a sailor."

For whatever reason I smile, turning to look at Wilbur whose gaze was settled back onto his book. "Wilbur?" I ask abruptly, catching his attention but not enough for him to turn away from his page, "Want to take a smoke break?" I smirk, holding up the unused cigarette in my hand and pulling out my lighter.

Wilbur sat down his book, but not before placing his light blue bookmark with some cheesy quote on it in his book. I had bought him that bookmark, that one along with two others. They came in a pack and despite the awful quotes, I felt he would make use of them.

Wilbur looked behind him where all of the packs of cigarettes were kept on display. "Say all you want about Manager Ken," I began, "but man do I love him for letting us have cigarettes on the job.

"How can you work without a good smoke?" Wilbur said quoting the aforementioned manager.

I laughed before taking steps toward the back door with Wilbur following behind. I fiddled with the lighter in my pocket as I pushed the back door to find that it didn't open. "Pull not push," Wilbur stated as soon as I remembered.

"God I hate this door," I pulled and sure enough it opened, after a year of working here you'd think I'd learn, but I never had. "It just feels like it should be a push door," I announce to him as the desert sun beams harshly against my skin.

"I mean it is if you are walking inside, not out," he told me as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his coat. I quickly pulled off my jacket, hating the feeling of the heat, and tossed it to the side. Of course, I grasped onto my lighter before discarding the light-weighted coat. I cupped my hand around the cigarette and lit the end of it and inhaled it as if it was my lifeline.

I tossed Wilbur my lighter which he caught gracefully. "How do you keep that... what do you call it? Trench coat? How do you keep it on in this heat?" I asked with a frown as I blew the smoke out of my mouth.

Wilbur lit his cigarette before handing me back the lighter. "It's not that hot out here," he shrugged, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"It's like a million degrees out here!" I shouted, "Not that hot out here, pshh-" I mocked as my eyes rolled at him.

Wilbur sighed, holding his cigarette in his mouth while he pulled at his sleeves to take off his coat. He took the cigarette from his lips, holding it in one hand and his coat in the other before taking a long drawn-out breath.

My brows furrowed into a frown as I looked at his tall stature. Wilbur had this weird state of being that made him almost appear fake, or not even alive. I could see him breathing in front of my face, but that was the only thing that really confirmed to me that he was living. It seemed like an odd thought to think, of course, he was living, he was a person just like me... but it still confused my brain.

"Are you just going to stare at me all day?" he asked as his lips formed into a small smirk before falling back flat into his stern expression that he preferred to keep.

"Maybeee," I said drawn out and bored, "you've got quite a bit of you to look at," I made a jab at his height before taking another drag from my cigarette.

Wilbur chuckled under his breath. "I have no control over my height, Y/n," he said as if he had to remind me.

I nod silently, blowing heavy smoke from my mouth and watching as it wafted upward.

"So," I start off awkwardly, "how's your book going?"

"The one I'm reading or the one I'm writing?" Wilbur laughed as if the question I asked him was a joke.

Not knowing what to do I laugh too. "The one you're writing," I clarify, to which he nods with a small smile on his lips as he takes another drag from his cigarette. Asking about his book always made him smile, so I made a point to ask about it often.

"Right," he nodded, letting the smoke trail from his mouth. "Where did I last leave off?"

"Uhmm," I pondered for a moment, trying to remember what he had last told me from his book. "I believe you had left off by telling me of your character's plan to hold an election."

Wilbur's smile dropped for a moment but he quickly spread it back over his face. "Ah! Yes, I remember," he said as his voice trailed off and his brain seemed to sort through files and files of thoughts. "I was telling Tommy how I planned to hold an election."

It had always amazed me how Wilbur could recount the details from his book so perfectly as if he had really been there. It was also odd to me that he wrote himself as the main character and one of his real friends that he often talked about writing to as a character as well. (Secretly I wished that if we became good enough friends, then he would write me in as a character as well.) I supposed it wasn't too weird to write a book about yourself, I had seen it done in fanfiction plenty of times before, but never in real books.

"So what happened in the election?"

Wilbur paused, tapping the end of his cigarette to drop the burning ashes on the ground. He took a long drag before blowing the smoke out and tossing the rest of the cigarette to the ground. He smushed it into the ground under his shoe. "Well, it certainly didn't go as planned," he explained. I listened intently, preparing to hear tales of the day he had to entice my brain with.

"Tommy and I planned to hold an election in secret. There would be no mention of the election until all of the ballots were closed so the only option people had to vote for would be yours truly."

"So you planned to scam your own nation?" I asked with a small laugh. Wilbur nodded in response. "That seems to be a trend with you and Tommy. Scamming people, I mean."

Wilbur smirked, "Yes. It was what we were good at."

I lifted my head in half nod to show that I was listening. "So... if you were so good at scamming people, how did it go wrong?"

Wilbur frowned, I wasn't sure if it was at the jab I made at him or the thought of how things went wrong. “Tommy… he had a friend.”

My brows turn downward, I was beginning to catch on to where the story was going.

“His name was Quackity-“

“I’m sorry what!?” my face contorted into a confused laugh. “Why did you name him Quackity, is he part duck?”

Wilbur seemed to laugh under his breath but nodded. “Yes, he had these golden duck wings.”

“Ooo,” I nodded, now seeming much more interested in the character. “I bet writing a character with wings is pretty difficult to portray.”

Wilbur shook his head, “No, not really.” I watched as he stretched out his arms wide, his bones popping a cracking in various places before he let out a sigh of relief. “We should step back inside… carry on the story where it’s not so hot,” he announced.

I nod as I go to grab my jacket but pause briefly to say, “I thought it wasn’t hot out here, tough guy?”

He chuckled dryly, “Yes, well I suppose the heat has finally gotten to me.” He takes his giant coat and tucks it into one arm before pushing the backdoor open. “Are you coming, or aren’t you?” he asks with a teasing smirk while holding the door open for me.

I quickly pick my feet up and walk under his arm as he held the door from the opposite side— a show of his height I was sure.

“Figured I’d hold the door open for you since you aren’t familiar with the concept of doors,” he teased dryly.

I rolled my eyes in playful annoyance. “I’m well aware of how to open doors.”

“Yesterday you were telling me a story of how you ran into Walmart’s automatic doors,” he stated plainly, walking back behind the counter and taking a seat on the stool.

Quickly in defense, I hollered, “It was supposed to open by itself!”

“Clearly it wasn’t open though.”

“I was talking to a friend,” I pouted, almost giving up on my falling apart defense.

“You have friends?” Wilbur asked, seeming genuinely shocked. I frowned and scrunched my nose up at him. The shock lifted from his face as he laughed at me, it became clear to me that he had been faking his previous expression.

“Not cool, man.”

He laughed a little louder, which brought a small smile to my face. I tried to hide it, embarrassed because of how easily he made fun of me.

“Very cool,” Wilbur corrected as he picked up his book, opening it to his bookmarked page.

The store went quiet for a moment as I slid behind the counter to look over his shoulder at the book he was reading. “I thought you were going to talk about your book?” I asked in a teasing tone, “is your memory that bad old man?”

He looked over at me with a frown present on his face, “I’m not much older than you.”

I laughed teasingly. “It appears I’ve aged better than you,” I said, poking fun at the prominent white streak in his hair.

“I’m sorry?” he said, placing his book down in his lap, not bothering to mark the page. “I have you know that I’ve aged like a fine wine.”

“More like milk,” I corrected him.

He shook his head in a laugh before mumbling something I couldn’t make out. “I’ll tell you more about my book tomorrow,” he said as his laughter calmed and the store quietened.

I nodded as I pulled out a stool of my own and sat down and laid my chin down on the counter, pulling out my phone and headphones to watch a show. This was how work went, everything sat in blissful silence as Wilbur read some books and I watched movies. Wilbur and I often talked, we had become really good friends over the course of working together, poking fun at teenagers, smoking together, and sometimes stealing liquor as well. This job is my haven. If I hadn’t found it, I’d be living on the street, or worse… still going to college to get some degree just to appease my parents. I didn’t want that, I wanted to live my own life. And so here I am with Wilbur and this station, the only things worth any value to me.

A/n

Updates gonna be hecka slow

[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor (Smallville) AU- Extra

The surprise from your long time friend Petey isn’t what you expect. It feels like such a long time that she left Smallville. Even longer than she’s been able to visit.

“Are you sure it’s okay Lex. I know you came to spend the weekend with me.”

He nods.

“It’s alright. I can stay a few more days. I know you miss her. I’m not going anywhere. Have fun.”

He places a kiss on your cheek and you’re practically skipping around as you go running out the door. Lex laughs. It’s one of the few times that you use a normal speed. His eyes move to his laptop, hands in his pockets.

“Guess it’s back to work.”

~~

Waiting at your dorm, you hear the familiar ding on your cell phone. When you lift your head, you catch sight of a car that you recognized in high school. Your smile is wide, because Petey’s window is rolled down.

“How is that still alive!!” You yell happily. She laughs, parking her car and basically sprinting out the door. You can’t contain your happiness. You both hug, giggles mixing in as you spin her around. When her feet land, she’s grinning.

“You got taller (Y/N).”

“Just a little. “ You boast.

“Do you want me to grab your stuff?” She shakes her head.

“I’ll get it later, let me see your campus.”

“Yes ma’am! “

You salute, taking her hand as you both venture off.

This reunion is everything you need. You show her a few cool spots that you’ve used for study sessions as well as naps. Then a tour of the different facilities. Tech room, swimming pool, great room. You pretty much check off every box.

By the time the evening rolls around you’re pulling her bag into your room. She takes notice of the empty bed in your room.

“Is your roommate ever here?”

You smile.

“Not really.”

You lean her bag at the side. Satisfied with how well the day has gone. More than anything you miss having another girl around to talk to.

“So how are things with the playboy?” Petey drops onto the bed and you roll your eyes.

“He’s not that bad. He’s changed.” She nods.

“I know.”

You turn and you expect the look she usually uses to brush off anything associated with Lex Luthor. Instead, she smiles.

“I was working an internship a few months ago. When I saw the Luthorcorp donation I sort of assumed the worst. But this time there’s really no benefit for him. I started looking up some other organizations and his company was backing a lot of them. Including the organization that Lionel used to help the Kents adopt you.”

You weren’t aware of that.

“He never told me..”

You remember how mad your father would become at the mention of Lionel. Hearing that Lex was trying to right the wrongs his father did is just another reason you’ve fallen for him.

“I know I always had it in for him. To be honest I had a good reason. But I’ve seen a lot of the work he’s done. Then when you told me he knew your secret and he protected you, it just made me realize that I misjudged him. It’s obvious that he cares about you. If you trust him, then I will too.”

It’s hard to explain how happy that makes you.

“Thank you Petey.”

She grins.

“Of course! Which brings me to my next order of business.”

Petey jumps up, heading for her bag. You wonder about what makes her smile like a Cheshire cat. When she pulls out the plastic shopping bag and tosses it, you're a bit confused.

“We’re going to help you get laid.”

Your face erupts in color.

“W-WHAT!!”

Petey laughs.

“Come on, whenever we’re on the phone you gush about him nonstop. You’ve never mentioned doing the deed so I’m assuming you’re still a pre-luthor.” She wiggles her eyebrows and you throw back the bag for her.

“W-Whatever weird stuff you have planned, I'm not doing it!”

Petey shrugs.

“Suit yourself. I just know for a fact that he’s probably been wanting too. He’s just waiting for you to make the first move.” That catches your attention, but you try not to show it.

“W-What do you mean?”

“He was in an accident and then you guys went through that whole alternate universe thing. There hasn’t been a moment with just the both of you. Am I right?”

Well she isn’t exactly wrong.

“How do you know he wants to though?”

In all honesty, it has been on your mind lately. But Petey is right, there hasn’t been a good moment where you can talk about it. Be with him. Hold him.

Touch him.

Your cheeks give away your thoughts and Petey snickers.

“Just saying, if you need help I’m right here. “

It’s annoying how easy it is for her to see through you, but she is one of your best friends after all.

“O-Okay. Tell me what to do.”

Petey gives a soft internal cheer.

“Gladly.”

~Le Time Skip~

“This is a bad idea.”

You tug at the bra self consciously. Petey was pretty adamant on setting you up. When she told you she had family in town she could stay with, you know there was not an excuse you could make to chicken out. Petey had bought the most scandalous two piece lavender lingerie set. Looking in the mirror, you tried not to squirm. This just felt so unlike you.

“What if Lex doesn’t like it..”

So many thoughts seemed to be running through your head as you stood in the bathroom of his hotel. You shake your head, trying to gather as much courage as you could.

It was now or never. You couldn’t run away now. Opening the door to the bedroom, you stepped out. Lex’s eyes were focused on the television, watching the news report. You finally pulled the door closed, hugging yourself.

“Anything g-good showing?” You question.

“Just the usu..”

His words trailed off at your attire when he finally turned your way.

Lex’s mouth fell open and you almost forgot to tell yourself that you needed to breathe. You really wish that one of your powers consisted of mind reading, because you wanted nothing more than to know what he was thinking.

~Meanwhile in Lex’s Head~

At that very moment, he was doing a prayer of gratitude.

“I would just like to say thank you for bringing me this far. If tonight is my last night, I will gladly die a happy man.”

~Back to You~

“L-Lex?”

You weren’t even sure if he'd blink properly. This was nerve wracking. You lower your head, embarrassed. You should have known this wasn’t a smart idea. You couldn’t believe you let her talk you into this.

“I-I’ll go change.”

When you lift your head, Lex’s shirt is gone and he’s right in front of you.

“W-Where did your shirt go!?!”

The better question is how did he move so fast?

He kisses your cheek.

“I think we have more pressing matters to discuss.”

The little smirk he wears is making your heart jump. When he picks you up princess style, you squeal.

“Let’s see if you really are a superhuman.”

You blush.

“W-Wait I-I’m not not mentally ready!!”

Teasing Lex Luthor was not the smartest idea. 

[sir-libearian]

Not as extreme as it sounds like that woman’s case was. My dad was attacked by a bear while out running 10 years ago. I was out of state at college at the time, so I found out about it via phone calls. and I don’t bring it up much because, well. My dad was attacked by a bear sounds really fake to drop casually in just about any conversation.

He was out trail running, rounded a corner. There were two bear cubs on the trail, and it was too close to slow down in time. Mama bear understandably saw him running at them and assumed he was going to hurt the cubs. So she attacked, until she was certain he wasn’t a threat to them anymore. He managed to hike back out of the canyon and flag down a car to take him to the hospital. (He said one of the most annoying parts was facebook comments on the news article afterwards about how he’d “responded wrong” and everyone knows you’re supposed to do x in case of a bear attack. The actual thing happened far to fast to respond.)

It’s the start of sophomore year, I’m walking to my dorm after marathoning anime with my then boyfriend at 10pm. I get a phone call, “your dad is in the hospital, he was attacked by a bear.” I distinctly remember sitting on the cold sidewalk in shock for… quite awhile. I get texted pictures of the injuries, and updates throughout the days/weeks after. Then boyfriend was upset about how distant I was at the time when I needed space to process it all.

Dad was ok, though it was a stressful few months after it happened because I couldn’t go back home. And of course more stressful for my parents. I dont remember the exact number of stitches but it was more than 60? Puncture wound through his hand, lacerations to the head and chest. And he’s got some pretty good scars to show for it. He still goes trail running, but with bear bells and bear spray now.

Back to the insurance side of it. He had to be helicoptered out from our smallish town/city hospital to the big city hospital with specialists for obvious reasons. It would be about a 2 hour drive away. Insurance fought my parents on just about all the treatments because that put the doctor and everything “out of network”. You don’t stop and check “in network” for emergency care like that.

Over a year after the incident, they were still fighting to get coverage for the rabies shots he’d gotten in particular. The insurance company tried to argue that he should have waited on the rabies shots, or gotten it from an approved doctor, or maybe it wasn’t necessary at all. After a bear attack. And yeah, we can agree that mama bear probably wasn’t rabid given the circumstances. But the doctors were still right in giving him the shots, you don’t fuck with rabies. By the time they were “certain” it would have been too late.

They were still fighting over the thousands of dollars of that series of rabies shots by the time I’d left that college. And it’s hard to think of a more extreme and medically necessary case than that.

Did a quick search on rabies shots costs because I doubted my memory here. This is what came up. “The rabies vaccine for humans costs $2,500 to $7,000 for the full 4-dose protocol and human rabies immune globulin (HRIG). Because rabies is almost always fatal if untreated, this life-saving vaccine is necessary if you've been exposed to a rabid or potentially infected animal.” https://bettercare.com/costs/rabies-vaccine-cost-for-humans https://www.npr.org/2022/04/09/1091797594/the-capitol-fox-fascinated-folks-but-no-one-mentioned-the-cost-of-rabies-treatme

And this was all with “good” government job insurance. So dealing with other companies would likely have been even worse.

Health insurance is not a provider. It is a denier.

[baekhvuns]

Omggg, Baeksy IT'S MEEEE DV ANON! 💖💖💖💖 I fell off the face of the earth, but I have returned. I see you haven't been very active on here either, but what did I miss, how are things, fill me in!? Except the obvious misery... I meant to message you a few times and actually sent an ask a few months ago, but shit glitched and it didn't go through so I gave up 😭 but the news about Lewis made me think of you. Lmao one of my friend's is in shambles she'll have to support Ferrari after years of hating on them. Been there, done that I remember when I got into Griezmann just to find out he played for Atletico then he went to Barca, ahhsajhshsjdhsjaj man hates me so much!!! Or when Fabregas left Arsenal for Barca etc....

A lot happened to me, but nothing much had changed at the same time, hopefully 2024 will be a bit better. 😬

In the meantime I went to the US for some reason, lol, I also went to Vancouver and actually wanted to message you then, but forgot... then I spent some time in Thailand and Korea. Now I'm back in London, but going to Seoul next week for a few months, because of a job. Which I'm kinda excited for, but also not really ashdhsshshshhsn. Potentially I may move there for longer, but we will see...

As for kpop I'm kinda in and out you know? I actually got into some other artists, so I'm not really up to date with Ateez anymore, it's pretty sad, but they don't really bring me joy anymore. I still love Hwa and check on him from time to time, I miss my hardcore Shinestar era :( but it lasted really long so I'm surprised. Maybe I'll be back one day, unfortunately Ateez's recent releases just don't hit and I'm sick and fucking tired of KQ :/ Buuuuut I've been on the roll with kpop concerts, so I feel like I'm more of an irl kpop enjoyer rather than online one if that makes sense.

That's it for my TMI for now <3

WHAT THE FUCK

Omggg, Baeksy IT'S MEEEE DV ANON! 💖💖💖💖 I fell off the face of the earth, but I have returned. I see you haven't been very active on here either, but what did I miss, how are things, fill me in!? Except the obvious misery... I meant to message you a few times and actually sent an ask a few months ago, but shit glitched and it didn't go through so I gave up 😭 but the news about Lewis made me think of you. Lmao one of my friend's is in shambles she'll have to support Ferrari after years of hating on them. Been there, done that I remember when I got into Griezmann just to find out he played for Atletico then he went to Barca, ahhsajhshsjdhsjaj man hates me so much!!! Or when Fabregas left Arsenal for Barca etc....

I JUST LET A SCREAM OUT

WHAT THE FUCK WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN

I AM. FBQKDBWMDBWKDHWK SCREAMING. I THOUGHT YOUD ACTUALLY NEVER COME BACK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THE WAY I SAW YOUR ASK AND HAD TO REFRESH BECAUSE NO MF WAY

hOW are you omg??? HOW ARE YOU! how was it been, WHERE have you been 😭😭 how was your travels!! things here are plain boring! in and out of kpop and trying to write something </3 you left for so long that im nearing my graduation this is ridiculous kvjvkckc i also re watched a bunch of 2000’s romcoms and kept thinking of u 😭

omg the lewis news, i woke up to it and it fucked with my mind a bit. like wdym he’s going ferarri? this is like messi going madrid and ronaldo going to barca??? LMFAOOOO YOUR FRIEND HAS TO FORCE HERSELF TO FORZA FERARRI EVERY WEEKEND im so excited but confused for his move, it’s time ferrari brings back the black fireproof just for ham. the mercedes must’ve been absolute shit for him to be sign it with ferrari & earn 100 million? FUCK?

this move is so iconic i can’t fully grasp it,,, anon u have to see him at silvertone in that red car in 2025 PLEASE I BEG! griezmann really said uno reverse on you 😭 & hello klopp is leaving ??? 10 years really coming to and end huh 😭

A lot happened to me, but nothing much had changed at the same time, hopefully 2024 will be a bit better. 😬

we need a ppt doc, pdf, of how things went for you! how was your travels and everything!!! hopping 2024 is good for u and u earn lots <3 i heard it’s a capricorn year so??? 🫡

In the meantime I went to the US for some reason, lol, I also went to Vancouver and actually wanted to message you then, but forgot... then I spent some time in Thailand and Korea. Now I'm back in London, but going to Seoul next week for a few months, because of a job. Which I'm kinda excited for, but also not really ashdhsshshshhsn. Potentially I may move there for longer, but we will see...

you went where.

vancouver.

oh.

and you forgot to text me about it.

how dare you.

for all i know. we would’ve crossed paths unknowingly.

wow. i just paced around my room after reading this.

anon omg you should see the devastation on my face when you said you came here HOW DARE YOU! TRAITOR 🔫 WOW IM SO WORKED UP RN HOW DARE YOU BDQKDKWBDKABDDN WHERE DID U GO IN VAN

oooo a new job in sk?? that is so cool, now u can see yuta on the streets often 😭😭 hope you have a good time there!!!

As for kpop I'm kinda in and out you know? I actually got into some other artists, so I'm not really up to date with Ateez anymore, it's pretty sad, but they don't really bring me joy anymore. I still love Hwa and check on him from time to time, I miss my hardcore Shinestar era :( but it lasted really long so I'm surprised. Maybe I'll be back one day, unfortunately Ateez's recent releases just don't hit and I'm sick and fucking tired of KQ :/ Buuuuut I've been on the roll with kpop concerts, so I feel like I'm more of an irl kpop enjoyer rather than online one if that makes sense. /// That's it for my TMI for now <3

i actually kind of second this,, ive also been in and out of it. song releases just don’t hit anymore from everyone, so my interest is fading. i also miss being a shinestar but i think i got out of it, i just have no interest in it anymore (actually had a small ick that made me go insane but it’s okay now) 😭😭 did/currently going thru a soft yunho phase but like you i haven’t been keeping up with them neither do they show up on my tl often! but concerts are something ill be attending! yeah it totally makes sense! i think a lot the in and out also has to do with the lack of interesting music or just good music in general. WHICH CONCERTS DID YOU GO TOOO?

also anon, i know you said u came here but didn’t shoot me a text about it 🔫 im fortunately and hopefully going for a field school in your england in the coming next year! where i WILL shoot a text unlike someone here 🧍🏻‍♀️ill be going to england first and hopefully touring around europe for a bit! & ill def ask u for places to go to as a first timer!

[maloskiworld]

Fragile - Max Verstappen

MASTERLIST (requests are open!)

This is a part 2 to " To the moon and back "

Warnings : languages, pregnancy, and I think that's all

Words count : +2.5K

A/N : It's finally here, lovely people ! Hope you enjoy, sorry if it's a little short 🌻

My sister had her baby in december 2021, and I swear during her pregnancy she really did weird stuff with her food. So the combo ice cream + mayonnaise on top is a real experience. She swore it was delicious, but neither me or her boyfriend dared to try ahah

PS : English isn’t my first language, so sorry if there’s any mistakes ! 🧡

not my gif, credits to the owner !

🌻🌻🌻

"Put it closer to our bed !", you said, giving orders to Max, while standing at the door frame, not helping him at all.

"Do they really need to sleep with us ?", he asked back, putting the smaller bed where you wanted it.

"Yes. Doctors said it's better for babies to sleep with their parents till they are about 6 months."

"6 months ?", Max looked at you, wide eyes. You laughed a little.

You and Max were both discovering how to be parents. You were reading every books you could find, listening to every advice you could have, buying everything you'll need and things you'll never need. Having twins doubled your anxiety. Taking care of one little human was already scary, so two almost felt insurmountable. You knew you'll just have to adapt yourself to it. Probably by not sleeping at all the first months and begging for help to your mother.

"Why did we get their rooms ready then ?", he kept wondering, frowning a bit. Dad-to-be-Max was a different kind of Max, and you absolutely loved it. To be honest, it was probably the version of him you adored the most. He was extra caring and extra sweet. Seeing him adjust to this new role was almost funny. He was curious and just had to Google everything he could about babies. A few nights ago, while you were getting ready to go to bed, you went to check up on Max who was laying comfortably on the bed. You saw that he was typing on the search engine : "do newborn babies have nails ?". You laughed about it for half an hour, almost peeing yourself in the process. Max was defending himself by saying that he never had a baby so he couldn't know, but you couldn't understand how that wasn't obvious for him. Or even why the hell he questioned it.

"Because when we'll have to take care of two mini you, we won't have enough free time to do it. And c'mon, admit it! You loved painting their walls, champ", you said getting closer to your lover.

He kneeled in front of you, caressing your belly with his nose, his arms encircling your 8 month pregnant self.

"Yeah, I did", he kissed your tummy before looking at you with stars in his eyes. "I love when you call me like that", he said, a little grin making its way to his face.

Max had won the championship. You were beyond proud of him. You cried happy tears for hours when it happened. You couldn't wait to tell your kids that their daddy made it. He is a world champion.

You weren't with him, feeling too tired by the pregnancy to travel this far away from home. You watched everything on TV, and cried proudly on your own when he ended P1.

He jumped out of the car, and was rushed to the post race interview for the top 3.

"That's for Y/N and our futur babies, damn it, I'm a world champion love!", he yelled on the camera.

That's how the world found out about your pregnancy. He called you right after on FaceTime, and took the phone out on the podium with him, wanted for the three reasons he was up there to be near him.

"Hey, Max...", the dutch felt you tensing in his arms. He just hummed, waiting for you to continue talking. "Your dad called yesterday when you were out running, forgot to tell you."

Truth be told, you didn't forget. You just didn't know how to tell the news to the driver. He shot up, escaping your touch.

"Why ?", his tone was harsh. Since the fight, Max didn't talk to his dad. Not even for the championship. You knew Jos tried to contact the driver, but the younger dutch never answered. So this time, he called you.

"Wanted to know if we'll be there for Christmas in three days. He told me he was missing you", you simply said.

"Hope you said no", he responded, not even acknowledging the last part.

"I didn't say anything Max, maybe you should call him back", you tried to put your hand on his shoulder but he flinched away.

"No."

Without another word, he left the room. You felt bad for having brought this up, but you couldn't escape it anymore.

It was hard on Max. You knew it, even if he didn't want to admit it. Having to cut his dad out of his life was one of the hardest thing he had ever done. Beating Lewis was a piece of cake compare to that.

It was also hard on you. Deep down, you knew you were the reason of it. And you hated it. You felt like the vilain of the story. It wasn't really the case, but still, that was how you were feeling. You wanted them to reconcile. Not with the relationship they had before, but at least they could talk with each other, from time to time. To be honest, you didn't really mind that Jos wasn't a part of your life, but it was unfair for Max. You hated the grown-up man, and he hated you, but you were ready to do some efforts if he'd do the same. There were only a few things you wouldn't for Max.

You walked quietly in the house, searching for your partner. You found him curled up on the bed of the guests room. That was his way to tell you he didn't want to be bothered. Usually, you respected each other alone time. Both of you knew how it was important. But this time, you crossed the line.

"Baby...", you called him sweetly.

"Wanna be alone", he answered, voice muffled by the pillows.

"Can I just lay with you ?", you couldn't bare yourself to leave him alone. Seeing how he didn't respond, you just kept trying. "We don't have to talk, we could just take a nap."

This time, he slowly got up and lifted you bridal style - you didn't how he still managed to carry you this way with your big bump. He put you down on the bed, and cuddled you immediately. He closed his eyes, and you felt how his breath unhurriedly was getting steady. You were exhausted, so soon you drifted to sleep too.

You woke up with Max still in your arms. His eyes were open and he was staring at the ceiling, an arm crossed behind his head, the other wrapped around you.

"Hi, my champ", you said while stretching up a little bit.

"Hey", his voice was raspy, sign that his mind let him sleep for a little while.

You looked at him until he felt stare at. He laid his green eyes on you and smiled lightly.

"You really think I should call him back ?", he asked you.

You sighed. "Do you want me to be honest ?"

"Always."

"Well, I think you should call him back, yeah. But maybe... Maybe we don't have to go over there for Christmas. I mean, there's a lot to be fixed so it'll take time. Little steps by little steps", you told him with every piece of truthful feelings you hold in you.

"Baby steps, uh ?", Max joked. "I'll wish him a Merry Christmas, and we'll see. Let's focus on us for the moment, yeah ?"

Your lips turned into a bright smile. He put his zesty lips on yours taking you in a passionate yet loving kiss. He, then, rested his mouth on your forehead.

"I love you -", Max started.

"- to the moon and back", you completed.

You stayed in each other embrace for a little longer. Max had move to rest his head on your belly.

"Do you want me to take a break ?", he asked, breaking the comfortable silence. You frowned.

"What ?", you really didn't know what the hell he was talking about.

"From racing", he simply said, like he was asking you if you wanted him to get groceries or something that dumb.

He probably felt how confused you were because he went to kiss your forehead.

"I don't have to race for the next season. I can take a year break", he explained his thoughts.

"Max-"

"You know, to help you with the babies and all that stuff. You don't have to do it all on your own. If I keep racing, I'll be away a lot and you'll be alone raising two mini Verstappen. Hell on earth", he laughed a little, caressing your hair.

"Just say it, and I'll stay home. With our little fam", he kissed your forehead again and rested against it.

You didn't really know what to say. Sure, raising two babies boys were terrifying you. You'd be lying if you say you didn't though of asking Max to stay with you. His presence would fix everything, it would be way much easier. But you didn't want him to give up on his career. He still had so much to achieve. He's gonna be on top of the world, and you wanted nothing but to support him.

"No", you just said, voice trembling. Tears had started to form in your eyes. Maybe it was the pregnancy or maybe it was all the love you had for Max.

"Schatz, are you crying ?", he asked in disbelief, drying your wet cheeks. "It'll be okay, I promise you. Baby, don't be sad", he said, trying his best to reassure you.

"I don't want you to stop racing. We'll be fine", you managed to say in between sobs.

"Alright, alright. Can I know why my beautiful girl has tears in her eyes then ?", he asked in a sweet voice.

"You're just so nice", you said and cried a little bit more.

"Oh. Hormones. I see. Been a while since they messed up with you", he laughed.

"Yeah", you simply said. You stomach started to growl.

You decided to get up to get some food, but Max was quicker than you, he was up on his feet before you could even sit on the bed.

"Stay there, love. What's that monster stomach of yours wants ?", he said, grinning from ears to ears. Weird combo food never stopped. The last one that horrified Max was mayonnaise with vanilla ice cream. For you, it was a 10/10 but it shocked the dutch man for life.

"I don't know... I feel like... Maybe I'm fancying some... Burger King ?", you gave him the puppy eyes, a look you knew he couldn't resist.

"Oh god, my phisio's gonna kill me. But hey, my lady is pregnant, so her wishes are mine!", he lifted his arms in the air. "Do you wanna take a bath while I'll go get you that ?", he asked.

You pouted, bath were forbidden during the pregnancy.

"Oh fuck, I forgot. Well, do you wanna come with me and we'll eat in the car ? In front of the sea ?", he demanded.

"I can't wait to take a bath again, Maxi", you groaned and get up, with the help of your favorite man on earth. "I'll take your offer, it's almost as nice as a warm and relaxing bath. Only if you promise to put the heater on in the car!", you laughed a little.

Unplanned dates were your favorite kind of dates. Max was extremely good at it. He was always surprising you with small attentions. That habit of him only grow harder with your pregnancy.

You had finish eating minutes prior, but you were still in the car, looking over the sea.

"Do you think I'm gonna be a good dad ?", Max suddenly asked. "I don't want to do the same mistakes my dad did."

You stared at him, unsure where those thoughts were coming from.

"You'll be the best dad ever, it's -"

"What if I'm not good enough ? You said you don't want me to stop racing, and it's fine. But what if me being away a lot weight too much on you ? Maybe you'll start hating on me, and we'll just fall apart. Like my parents did", he kept on rambling. "What if I'm not the one you want to do all this with ? I mean there's-"

"Oh, shut up, Max", you cut him off, almost with a scoff.

He wasn't excepting you to talk so he just stopped his little rant, not daring to look into your eyes. He was focus on the horizon, and little tears threatened to fall from his eyes. He could feel the moment stop.

"Darling, you're the one I want. The only one, and I'm so happy that you are my babies's daddy", you gently put your hand on his cheek.

It was rare to see Max that vulnerable. He usually never let his emotions on screen. Most of the time, they're trapped somewhere in his body. But for the whole day, you felt him be so fragile. Like he was made of glass, ready to be shattered on the white cloth. Everything was taking a toll on him. The fight with his dad, the championship, the pressure he had for the upcoming season, the pregnancy... He just needed a nice break, and to let it all out.

"I'm so lucky I get to call you mine", you tried to kiss him but failed to reach him with your bump.

"Oh fuck, you'll have to do a little effort if you want a soothing kiss", you said groaning a bit and Max let out a small laugh. He leant closer to you. Your lips knew the way by heart, your mouth collapsed on his on its own. It felt like your first kiss all over again.

He broke the kiss to rest his forehead on yours - one of Max's favorite love touch. You put one of his hand on your belly.

"Plus, you got me pregnant so you better stick around, young man!", you joked. "We're in this together, love. I'm scared to be a mom too, but you're with me so I'll be fine. We're about to be the coolest parents on the grid", you smiled truthfully at him, caressing the palm of his rough hand.

"I love you to the moon and back, Max Emilian Verstappen."

"I love you to the moon and back, and even more, my sweetheart. I'm so so in love with you, and I already love our two little boys so much", he smiled. "Sometimes, I don't know how you keep up with me", he said.

"Yeah, uh - Max, I think - I think uh my water just broke."

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🌻 Thanks for reading 🌻

[wizardsix]

hope you don't mind @whats-your-initiative (I'll untag if you want) but you made good additions and I wanted to add on.

I don't use twitter anymore but I do remember when I last used it a month or two ago I saw all kinds of stupid discourse on datwt and one of them Was the age gap between rook and emmrich. how it was weird and all that shit. it made no sense other than the fact that a lot of new da fans are young, and now bioware is trying to appeal to them by forcing rook to be young, thus making it weird themselves for no reason. people are going to be stupid no matter what, but fandom discourse should stay within fandom walls. else, it'll have a influence on your writing whether you're aware or not (a lot of writers get hung up on how their work will be perceived by the masses instead of just focusing on writing a good, coherent story that They want to tell. it's your story, not theirs).

something so painfully obvious about bioware (and even larian) is that they let modern culture and discourse influence their games without thinking for themselves if this makes any sense especially in a fantasy world. (for example how in bg3's early access larian changed wylls personality because of a few people complaining about racist writing, they did not check any sources or talk to any black people if this was true, thus wyll was stripped of all personality and conflict. another example is literally taash, did they ask a diverse amount of trans people if their story was alright? if using the terms non-binary/trans/genderfluid etc made any sense? taash doesn't need to represent every single trans person bc that's obviously not how it works, but the bare minimum was not even achieved in giving them agency and a personality beyond being nb. sure, you can write what you want, but sensitivity reading exists for a reason).

about solas now. as a bisexual myself, I've seen and experienced my share of biphobic bs, so i can confidently say the evil bisexual trope is the least of our problems. it seems like they don't understand the basic idea that if you have a diverse amount of well written characters, it's not homophobic or racist or misogynistic to have evil characters of these groups as well. da2 is full of bisexuals, zevran and lelianna (though I've heard they were supposed to be gay which.. that last minute change is questionable), then inquisition and now veilguard. we have a good amount of non-evil bisexuals, so I can assure you bisexual solas would not have made us go on a rampage.

I personally think his romance would have had more depth if he wasn't locked to female elf, especially bc of what we learn about the ancient elves in veilguard. the reason back then of "oh he misses the ancient elves so so much he only likes elves" (even tho he clearly didn't like anyone especially the dalish until the inquisitor "proved themselves") is weak bc then why does male lavellan not work? I cannot stress this enough, especially given what we now know about the ancient elves. it's fine if they wanted him to be straight, but using us as the sensitive snowflake reason is not a good one, try again.

and yeah we need to stop letting people who don't know how to write romance, write romance.

that one conversation between emmrich and harding and the argument between emmrich and rook..... why is bioware trying to make the age gap an issue and why is their age even mentioned. why are they trying to make rook a fresh-faced adventurer. what if someone is playing as an older character huh. idk what's so wrong about two consenting adults in a relationship but ok

[nanagoswife]

Our Worries Can Wait

Request by @generousrunawaydonut

W/C: 2.1k

Warnings: angst

- - -

Obi-Wan could tell something was off. This wasn’t the first time either. For the last month you haven’t quite been yourself. You were more tired than usual. When you were sparring you wouldn’t be able to last as long as usual. Even your usual sharp and attentive abilities seemed to be foggy.

When it came to what Obi-Wan saw behind the scenes, you were constantly aching. There were many mornings where you would suddenly bolt over to the ‘fresher. When he asked you what happened you would simply say it was nothing. Sometimes you said that something you had eaten the night before was most likely the reason for your nausea.

It wasn’t until a week prior that he began to grow overly concerned. He was afraid that this could be a serious illness that you were refusing to get checked out.

Obi-Wan had to make sure that his search wasn’t obvious. Both to make sure that you wouldn’t grow suspicious and that the others in the temple wouldn’t. Maker knows Anakin wouldn’t leave him alone about it. Both him and Ahsoka.

Through all of his weeks-long searching, nothing in the archives was helping. He thought of asking Master Che about it but he didn’t think that would help. For more than one reason.

It wasn’t until one morning where he woke up before you that he decided to go somewhere else to find an answer.

Obi-Wan had woken up with you in his arms. Your back was pressed to his chest as his hand rested on your stomach. Something about it seemed different, though. He could’ve sworn that there wasn’t a bump on your stomach before.

For a few long moments, he thought about it. Confusion filled him as he couldn’t believe what he was thinking. To see if he were right or to help quell his worries, he decided that he would pay Padmé a visit.

First, he wanted to spend some quality time with you. So, pressing light kisses to the bare skin of your shoulder, he sought to gently wake you.

His soft pressing of lips to your skin continued to your neck before he felt you stir. Your content hum made him smile as he kissed your cheek.

“Good morning, darling,” he whispered as your eyes fluttered open.

Turning with your own smile, you whispered back, “Good morning, Obi.”

Obi-Wan shifted, allowing you to turn so that you were fully facing him.

“How are you feeling this morning, my love,” he said as he softly brushed a few strands of hair from your forehead. You leaned into his touch as he cupped your cheek.

“I’m fine, Obi-Wan. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m sure it’s just some sort of stomach flu,” you tried to reassure him.

He smiled before pressing his lips to yours. “But I am worried. This has been going on far too long for my liking.”

You brought one of your own hands to rest on top of his cheek and traced gentle circles on the back with your thumb. A reassuring smile spreads to your lips before saying, “What did I do to deserve such a caring man?”

Obi-Wan pretended to ponder for a moment. “I believe it was how caring you were for others,” he whispered as he leaned closer but stopped before his lips touched yours, “because of how you showed how much you cared for me the night I came back from Naboo all of those years ago.”

He watched as your cheeks flushed at his words. Obi-Wan always loved how humble you were.

“So, please, let me do this. After today, if I don’t get the answer, I’ll leave it alone.”

You brought one of your hands to his bearded cheek. He couldn’t help but lean into your touch, loving the way it brought him comfort as he let his eyes close.

“Alright. I’m telling you, though, it’s nothing,” you whispered.

“That’s what we’re hoping,” he replied, turning his head so he could kiss your palm. If what he was thinking was right, he’d be worried for a whole different reason.

-

“I made some tea for your visit,” Padmé stated as she led Obi-Wan to the sitting room. He thanked her as she poured each of them a cup before the conversation. “So what is this about?”

He took a deep breath before saying, “It’s about Y/N.”

Padmé looked confused. “Has something happened to her? Have you done something stupid?”

The way Padmé immediately got defensive made Obi-Wan smile. The two of you had always been very close. He knew that the two of you constantly spent time together and most likely gossiped. He wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you talked about him and Anakin.

Still, that wasn’t the subject of this meeting.

“No, not entirely…” he trailed off. If what he thought was true it could be a mix.

Padmé gave him a look telling him to continue. If he weren’t so truly concerned about the matter he would’ve laughed.

“She hasn’t been herself lately and I wanted to see what you thought about it,” he told her, pausing for a moment. Should he just outright say what he suspected? In a way, he felt as if it were needed. At the same time, though, if he said that’s what he thought and was wrong, would that say something bad about him?

Once again, the senator from Naboo looked at him almost impatiently. “Well, what is it?”

“I- I think…” Obi-Wan trailed off. He tried so hard to keep the smile he had at bay. If he were right about this, he’d be the happiest man in the world, no matter how much it would complicate things. “I think Y/N is pregnant.”

Padmé froze. Clearly, of all things he could’ve said, she wasn’t expecting this. So, he went into explaining everything that made him realize. Sure, he could’ve also used the force to search if there was a little one, but he didn’t want to resort to that. If you were carrying a child, he wanted to find out in a more… normal way.

Your friend listened to Obi-Wan intently as he explained his reasoning. As he went on, he saw her smile grow. Was he right about all of this?

Once he was done, he took a sip of his tea in hopes that it would calm him as he waited for Padmé’s thoughts on it. He found himself thinking of what would happen if you truly were pregnant. One thing he knew for a fact was that he would leave the Jedi Order in a heartbeat to be with you and this child. That is, if you want to keep it and you are willing to do the same.

As the silence dragged on, he found himself now wanting his hunch to be right. He loved you so much that he wanted to have a little one that was created by the two of you to love just as much. There were so many possibilities and he wanted all of them to happen. With or without the Jedi.

The silence was soon beginning to make him impatient. He wanted to know and Padmé was the only one he could talk to about this without having a risk of it getting back to the temple.

Giving Padmé a pleading look, she finally spoke as her smile grew, “Congratulations, Obi-Wan. I believe you’re going to be a father.”

-

Obi-Wan couldn’t make it back to the temple any faster than he did. He tapped into his bond with you to find out where you were. You were in your quarters. Whether it was just that you hadn’t left or you had gone back, he didn’t know. Either way, he wasted no time to get to you.

Excitement flooded him. The first thing he was going to do was search for the little life force. Well, if there was one.

He practically burst into your quarters where you were sitting on your bed.

“Obi,” you said, standing immediately as you must’ve thought it was something much more serious. “What is it?”

“There’s no need to stand, darling,” he said as he made his way over to you. Guiding you to sit, he knelt before you.

Confusion filled your expression. “Obi-Wan, what’s going on?”

“You know how I said I was doing one last search?” he asked as he placed his hands on your thighs. You nodded, the confusion slightly slipping away. “Well, I may have actually figured out what it was. All thanks to Padmé.”

“Padmé?” you questioned as his hands drifted to rest on your waist.

Without answering, he searched your life force, focusing on a specific place. He was too eager to find out. All he wanted to know was if this was all actually true and not just a figment of his imagination.

After a few moments, letting his eyelids fall shut, he felt it. Right there. The little presence reacted to his life force brushing up against its own. Almost like it knew exactly who he was.

When Obi-Wan opened his eyes, a smile larger than he thought was ever possible spread his lips.

“Obi-Wan, what is it?” Confusion was all he could see and hear from you. Clearly, you hadn’t picked up on any of it.

So, taking one of your hands in his, he guided it to rest in the middle of your stomach. “Look into the force. You’ll know soon enough.”

He watched as realization crossed your features. As you took a moment to do what he said, your own smile spread to your lips though it fell.

“What are we going to do? Obi, the Order. They don’t know-”

Gently, he hushed you while bringing his free hand to your cheek. “Let’s not worry about that just yet, my love.”

“But, Obi-Wan, if they find out then… well, we don’t even know how bad this can be,” you said with panic.

Obi-Wan pulled you closer to him, you now on your knees on the floor like he was, and held you tight. “I know,” he whispered. “But, if you want to, we can leave the Order. I love you so much and you and our child will be more than worth the sacrifice.”

You pulled back to look at him. Your eyes searched his as they most likely searched for any sign of him lying. But he wasn’t. Obi-Wan didn’t think that he had been more serious about anything else in his life except the day he first said he loved you.

“Before we think about the complexity of the future,” Obi-Wan started as both of your hands slid into his hair, your smile reappearing, “shall we enjoy this? Be happy that we have a future. Most of all think about the fact that in a few months time you and I will be welcoming a little one into the galaxy.”

Happy tears were streaming down your cheeks as you nodded. Before he knew it, the two of you were closing the gap and pressing your lips to the other’s. Relief filled laughter came from the two of you despite refusing to separate.

“This is the best news I’ve ever received,” you whispered against his lips. “How did you notice this before I did?” you continued with a nervous chuckle.

Obi-Wan shrugged. “Lucky guess.”

“Funny coming from the man who doesn’t believe in luck,” you said with a chuckle.

“Some things change when the right things persuade me,” he said teasingly.

You smiled before kissing him again. The two of you stayed like this for a few more blissful moments before moving to lay together in bed when your knees began to ache.

Obi-Wan’s head rested in your lap as he laid a protective hand over your belly. You lightly brushed your fingers through his hair causing him to fight to stay awake. It got to the point where he hardly even realized that his commlink was going off.

When he looked at it, it was a message from Master Yoda saying that the evening council meeting had been rescheduled. Perfect.

As he placed it back on the side table, he smiled at you as he turned his attention to your belly. Lightly, he pressed a kiss to it. “Grow well in there. Mom and dad will protect you, always.”

Your smile was radiating the amount of love and joy you had in the moment. For now, the two of you would just enjoy this moment. The stress and fears of the future would be a problem for tomorrow.

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[mochamamii]

yandere!taeyong: no secrets.

▹ a/n : hello loves, I chose a really shitty title for this but whatever loll this is something I wrote in like a day, sometimes I write absolute filth for no reason, this is one of those times.

▹ triggers : yandere!au, detailed smut, unprotected sex + creampie, mirror sex, daddy kink but like not super heavy tho

▹ pairing : lee taeyong x chubbyfem!reader

▹ synopsis : keeping secrets from your yandere boyfriend probably isn’t the best idea...unlesss they’re lee taeyong (even then that’s risky bizness my friend.)

••

Taeyong sighed as he stared down at the text message on his phone, his grip on the steering wheel tightening until his knuckles turned white. He peered out the window of his car to glance across the street once more, staring at your apartment building.

He was parked across the street, his car parked far enough away that you wouldn’t be able to recognize his car from someone else’s.

Taeyong was immediately reminded of the lit cigarette he had in his other hand when the unflicked ash fell, slightly singeing the patch of skin on his leg where his ripped skinny jeans had left him exposed. He cursed under his breath, rolling the window down just enough to toss the still lit bud on the ground.

He was so distracted by you, more specifically, the blatant lie he had just caught you in that he completely forgot about his surroundings for a moment, causing him to let the cigarette burn almost entirely without ever flicking the ash.

You see, you and Taeyong have been dating for just a few months now.  You were in that weird limbo stage where you were transitioning from casual dating to exclusivity. At least for you that’s how it was.

Taeyong had already moved past that stage months ago. He was serious about you, he was just being courteous by allowing you time to feel the same. But he was steadily growing impatient with you and all your sudden antics.

Things were going perfectly fine in the beginning. You were perfect, every bit of innocence and naivety that Taeyong wanted. You checked off all the boxes for him. And he didn’t need you to tell him that you felt the same way. Which is why it was pissing him off that you seemed to suddenly start pulling away from him slowly.

You’d begun acting strange. Avoiding him lately, whereas before you always obediently jumped at the chance to spend time with him. You also had refused to be intimate with him for a few weeks now, which wouldn’t have been a problem on it’s own. Taeyong was patient when it came to things like that and he was willing to go slow.

But in this instance Taeyong felt he had a right to be upset. Even in the few short months you’d been dating, Taeyong had managed to turn you into a full on nympho. Molding you into his perfect little sex kitten, ready to do whatever he wanted and whenever. What changed?

All of these things, amongst others, have led Taeyong to conclude that you obviously must be seeing another man. What else could it be? Things were going so well and then you suddenly changed up without any explanation.

And most recently Taeyong had caught you red handed in a lie.

He texted you earlier in the day to ask if he could come and see you. You replied back saying you had been at work. An obvious lie because Taeyong had been parked outside your house since last night, watching your front door to see if he could catch anyone coming in or out. He felt bad for stalking you, especially since he vowed to himself that he would try to be less invasive this time around.

He really liked you and didn’t want to scare you off.

So he left, giving up after nearly four hours of watching your house and not seeing anything out of the ordinary. He had only come back this afternoon in hopes that he might catch you on your lunch break. You worked nearby and it wasn’t uncommon for you to come home during this time.

He got excited when he pulled up to see your car parked out front already, the need to see you face to face building inside him. He hadn’t seen you in nearly a week, you claimed you were swamped with work and that’s why you didn’t have much time to spend with him like you normally did. Taeyong could tell you were lying to him, he had to stop himself from marching up to your apartment right then and there confronting you about your lies.

But he wanted to be sure. He needed concrete proof that he was right about what had been going on with you.

So he texted you a second time, asking if you had decided to come home for lunch today. He had seen you upstairs in your bedroom window, moving around, he knew you were home. If you texted him back with a different response he could confirm you were lying to him.

Unsurprisingly enough, you replied back, saying you were still at work and would probably be working late tonight.

He scoffed as he reread your message. Rolling his eyes in annoyance as he peered up at your bedroom window, straining his eyes to try and see what you were doing exactly.

Taeyong stayed put in the car for a while, trying to decide what the best course of action would be. He wanted to just march up there to you but he didn’t know what he’d even say.

Quite frankly, Taeyong was a little embarrassed. He wished he didn’t feel so affected by you. If it were any other girl he’d have dropped them a long time ago, deciding they weren’t worth the trouble.

But this was you we were talking about...His precious baby girl, the girl who he was actively trying to change for. He had been pegged as the crazy, overbearing, sometimes even violent boyfriend by nearly all of his ex’s.

They weren’t wrong actually. Taeyong was all of those things. But he was trying to suppress that kind of behavior just for you. He wanted you to want him too, he didn’t want to feel like he was trapping you into a relationship with him. Things were so different with you.

As angry and as hurt Taeyong was because of you lying to him, he still couldn’t bring himself to actually be angry with you. He was upset about the situation, but not at you. Honestly, once he saw you in person he wasn’t sure if he’d want to raise his voice and yell at you, or bury his head between your thick thighs.

God...it had been so long since he was inside you.

Only a week actually, but even that was too long for Taeyong.

Not wanting to sit and wrestle with his thoughts any longer Taeyong climbed out of the car. He jogged up the front steps to your door, trying to measure his breathing as he did so. He almost raised his hand to knock until he remembered you always kept a spare under a nearby potted plant.

He had to check under a few before he picked up the right one.

With your spare key now in hand, Taeyong could slip through the front door quietly. Even though during his stakeouts he never saw anyone go in or out of the house he still wondered if there was a chance you were being unfaithful. If not that, what else could it be?

Whatever it was, he was going to confront you about it today. No longer would he be left in the dark like this.

He unlocked the door, slipping in as quiet as a mouse. He pushed the door closed behind him, gently as not to alert you, wherever you were in the house. He kicked his shoes off at the door, knowing he’d be much quieter with sock clad feet instead of the heavy boots he had on previously.

Taeyong’s ears perked up as he heard you drop something on the floor upstairs. Considering the part of the ceiling he heard the noise from he guessed you were in the bathroom upstairs. Taeyong’s feet carried him up the stairs to your bedroom, the door was left open ajar already.

Carefully, he peeked through the crack to ensure you weren’t in the bedroom, even through the tiny space in the doorway Taeyong could see your figure standing in the bathroom connected to your bedroom. He pushed the door open enough to slip inside.

Taeyong stood under the arch of the doorway to your bathroom, watching you with curious eyes, your back was facing him so you were still unaware of his presence behind you, he could see you were struggling to open something.

Taeyong was about to speak up and announce himself to you until he took quick note of how your frustration turned to panic as you furiously twisted and pulled at the cap of…a pill bottle?

Now Taeyong was really curious.

With one last heave you released a large puff of air as the cap twisted off the bottle, Taeyong quickly sprung into action, taking two long strides across the expanse of the bedroom to get to where you stood in the bathroom.

He was too late though and you had already swallowed one of whatever those pills were.

“Taeyong?” You jumped, startled as Taeyong snatched one of your wrists to spin you around to face him.

Your cheeks turned red as you tried to inconspicuously hide your other hand that still held the bottle of pills behind your back.

“Give it.” Is all Taeyong said, his grip on your wrist tightening.

You shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, whenever Taeyong spoke in that demanding tone of his you’d always instantly obey and comply with whatever it was he wanted, not wanting to piss him off further.

But this time…this time you just couldn’t. You were too embarrassed, your hand felt frozen in place behind your back.

Growling, Taeyong spun you around and pushed you against the bathroom counter, pinning your arm behind your back as he retrieved the bottle of pills for himself.

You nearly toppled over because of his quick movements catching you so off guard. His firm hold on your arm pinned behind your back, catapulted you into the bathroom counter, your breasts plopping against the cool marble countertop.

Taeyong squinted his eyes to read the tiny print on the bottle, “What are these?” He asked, unfamiliar with the name of the pills.

You glanced up at him in the mirror, his jaw clenching as he tried to decipher what the long complicated name printed on the bottle meant.

It was as if you’d forgotten how to speak. Everything had happened so quickly and your mind was still taking a minute to process it all.

You had spent months trying to keep this one secret hidden from Taeyong. You went to any lengths possible if it meant protecting your secret. Even lying to him when necessary, which had become pretty frequent as of late.

All of it was catching up with you now.

Today would probably mark the end of your relationship, you were sure of it, there’s no way Taeyong would even be able to stomach the sight of you once he knows the truth. He’d probably think you were pathetic, too pathetic to be his girlfriend.

And you just couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye as your tower of lies came crashing down around you.

Your head fell, hanging shamefully as you tried to ignore Taeyong’s burning gaze.

Taeyong was growing impatient with you, wanting answers and wanting them now. His fingers tangled themselves in your hair, gripping your roots not so gently as he pulled your head back to force you to stare straight ahead, so you were looking directly at him in the mirror.

Your back arched instinctively as you stretched your body out to follow his hand, wincing slightly in pain as you did so.

“Tae…what are you doing here?-

You were cut off by Taeyong slamming his hips into your backside, pinning your own hips firmly against the counter as he trapped you under his weight. His hand in your hair moved to wrap around your throat from behind.

“I’m growing impatient with you Y/N. Tell me now and stop avoiding the question.” Taeyong said

“Tell me.”

Your eyes were slightly red, a little teary as you nervously glanced up at him once before parting your lips to speak.

Your eyes searched his black ones for approval, it’s like you were silently asking him without saying it,

Will you still want me after this?

Taeyong only softened temporarily as he took note of your reluctance, he used his free hand to rub small circles on your back to soothe you.

“T-They’re…appetite suppressants.” You answered shamefully.

Taeyong’s grip on you loosened as he listened.

“Appetite Suppressants?” He echoed, glancing down at the bottle and back at you.

Taeyong felt foolish and annoyed. You had been so secretive and sneaky lately, he was sure it was because you had another man in your life, not diet pills?

Taeyong screwed the cap of the bottle off with ease, dumping the rest of the pills down the toilet.

You had to swallow an audible groan. You had paid good money for those pills. They weren’t cheap over the counter pills, you had gone to your doctor to have them prescribe something stronger for you. Watching the pills be carelessly flushed down the toilet made you wince internally.

“You don’t need these. Stop taking them.” Taeyong demanded as he placed the empty bottle down on the counter.

“Understand?” He asked you, displeased with your lack of response.

“But…Taeyong. I need those.” You breathed softly, slowly raising up from the sink to turn around and face him.

“I need them Taeyong. I can’t just give them up, not yet, not till I’m-

“Why not?” He questioned.

Fat, ugly tears started to roll down your cheeks as you swallowed the lump in your throat, “I’m still not perfect enough for you yet.” You whispered softly.

It was hard to say it out loud but it was true. You constantly felt like a tub of lard next to Taeyong. You didn’t want to feel that way anymore. You wanted to walk beside him with pride. You couldn’t do that. Not yet at least. Not with your current body.

Taeyong really didn’t like that you were fighting him on this. You were so naturally submissive, always going out of your way to avoid conflict with people especially Taeyong, he could say almost anything and you would listen and obey to whatever he wanted or expected from you.

Mostly because it was just in your nature to be more on the submissive side, but also because you felt like you were incredibly lucky to have someone like Taeyong, who were you to be making demands?

Even when there were times that you disagreed on something and wanted to vocalize your opinion, Taeyong would whisper in your ear how much he loved you and how you just needed to let go and trust him.

Usually it worked too.

But Taeyong was in no mood to be that gentle with you, not that it would matter anyways. This is the one thing you know that you will always fight him on.

Your body.

Taeyong never entertained any conversations with you when it came to your weight and feeling insecure about your body. He waved them off as you being “silly” or something like that.

It wasn’t that Taeyong didn’t care. It’s just that he’s a yandere and has never known how to process any of his feelings in a relatively healthy way.

It’s easier for him to ignore the issue rather than confront it. He’s afraid he won’t know how to make you feel better. He doesn’t know how he can make you see the beauty that he sees.

“Don’t make me the reason that you’re desecrating your body this way.” Taeyong hissed, landing a harsh slap against your ass cheek for emphasis.

You yelped, already feeling the numb burning sensation spread across your afflicted skin.

Taeyong grabbed hold of your hair again, raising the top half of your body off the counter until your back was pressed flush up against his chest. He snaked one arm around your waist, locking you in place against him whilst the other remained tangled in your hair.

Your head fell back against his shoulder as you followed his hand to escape the painful friction at your roots.

You fell into place so naturally against Taeyong, your bodies molding together so perfectly.

Taeyong loved the way your body was so soft and squishy, he loved your thick full curves, your deliciously plump body is what had initially attracted him to you.

How could you possibly think that something already so perfect needed to be changed?

Taeyong pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, moving to nibble at your sensitive earlobe, “Darling. What’s it gonna take, hm?”

“What’s it gonna take to get you to stop obsessing over this?” Taeyong asked, his free hand beginning to roam your body.

“To stop…saying all these mean things about yourself?” Taeyong’s voice trailed as his hand slid down the length of your abdomen, his long slender fingers gliding across all of your rolls and stretch marks.

All you had on was an oversized t-shirt, Taeyong’s to be exact. One that he’d left over here before.

Seeing you in his clothes sent waves of electricity directly to the head of his cock, making him harden. He wanted you to wear his clothes all of the time, he wanted his smell to linger on your skin, letting everyone know you were his.

As much as he loved seeing you in his shirt he couldn’t wait to rip it off you.

Especially now with the way your hard nipples were poking through the thin cotton material, practically begging him to turn you around and assault them with his teeth and tongue.

He couldn’t wait.

He was going to do every dirty, lewd thing imaginable to you tonight. No part of your body would be left untouched once he was done.

He needed you to know that you’re beautiful. He had to show you just how in love with you and your body that he was. He didn’t know how to translate those feelings into words, just action.

Taeyong released his hold on your hair to be able to use both of his hands as he groped and fondled your body.

His hands moved up to your breasts, cupping them in his warm large hands through your shirt.

He kneaded them, moving to tug at your nipples through the fabric to make you mewl.

“Do you feel that baby?” Taeyong asked as he rolled his hips into your backside, his cock standing at full attention now, allowing you to easily feel his erection through his jeans.

“Do you see how badly I want you? Look at how hard I am and I’ve barely touched you.” Taeyong said , groaning as he rocked his hips against you once more. Loving the feeling of your round backside rubbing up against his cock. You were wet already and growing impatient with Taeyong’s teasing. Your clit throbbed painfully, desperately needing attention. You rutted your backside back against Taeyong, begging him to take you already.

Taeyong raised one of your legs up to rest on top of the counter, giving him perfect access to your pussy.

His shirt on you wasn’t long enough to cover the full expanse of your ass so as your leg raised up on the counter,  your glistening folds were revealed to him.

“Do you think you deserve to cum? After all you’ve done, all the sneaking around and the hiding? Do you really think I should give you any relief?” Taeyong teased as he used his fingers to slide up and down your slick slit, collecting your juices on his fingers.

“Please…” You begged with a pout, pushing back against him as you felt his fingers on you.

“Aht. Aht. No moving around or I’ll have to pin you against the counter like before.” He threatened as he stopped you from grinding your hips down against his fingers.

Feeling defeated you sighed, relaxing into his touch as you tried not to think about how badly you wanted to cum.

“Don’t look away from the mirror or I’ll stop.” Taeyong warned.

You nearly turned your head away momentarily to peek at what he was doing but decided against it at the last second.

Taeyong knelt down until he was level with your pussy. His warm breath fanned your skin sending shivers down your spine.

Taeyong’s soft wet tongue licked a single stripe along your slit, stopping at your clit to give it a single kiss before enclosing his soft lips around your bundle of nerves.

Your mouth dropped open as a moan fell past your lips.

Taeyong’s tongue worked quickly, alternating between lapping at your folds and sucking on your engorged clit.

You gripped the edge of the counter for support. You wanted to pull away from him when the pleasure became too intense but he smacked your ass whenever you moved so much as an inch away.

He released your clit from his mouth with an audible popping sound as he did so. Standing back up at his full height Taeyong took pleasure in seeing the way your eyes followed him in the mirror, eagerly waiting for his next move.

Taeyong unbuckled his belt and tugged his jeans down just enough, his cock bouncing up and slapping his abdomen as he released it from the confines of his briefs. A bead of precum was leaking from his head. Taeyong teased you by rubbing the head of his cock against your folds.

“Do you want to come? Wanna come as I pound this perfect pussy of yours with my cock? I don’t think you deserve it. You’ve been a bad kitten lately haven’t you? Sneaking around, hiding things from me, saying awful things about yourself, and making me worry…” Taeyong said, resting his chin against your shoulder as he met your gaze in the mirror.

“I’m sorry…” You whimpered, grinding your ass back against him.

“Are you really though?” Taeyong asked, his eyes narrowing at you.

“Yes. I’m so sorry.” You whined, growing desperate for release.

“Are you ever going to do something like this again, kitten?” He asked, slipping his hands under your shirt to roll your nipples in between his fingers.

“I won’t. I swear.”

Taeyong smirked, loving the sound of desperation in your voice.

“Do you promise? Tell daddy you promise to never do this again and he’ll give you what you want okay?”

He didn’t have to tell you twice before you were repeating over and over like a mantra, “I promise I’ll never do it again, daddy.” You fluttered your lashes at him in the mirror, hoping he’d sense your sincerity.

That was all Taeyong needed to see before backing up and sinking his cock deep into your pussy.

He groaned as your walls hungrily sucked him in, greedily accepting every inch of him.

You arched your back, raising your ass even higher in the air for him.

Taeyong was relentless in how he fucked you. His nails painfully dug into the flesh on your soft hips as he held onto them for support whilst he pounded you from behind.

“Do you hear how wet you are? This pussy is practically milking my cock.” Taeyong moaned, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.

He was right. You were so wet, the obscene squelching noises your pussy was making around his cock bounced off the four walls of the bathroom.

“Taeyong…” You moaned.

He moved one hand off your hip to rest against your hand that was lying on the counter, he grabbed your hand to lace your fingers together.

“That’s right baby. Look at yourself, look at how well you’re taking my cock…such a good girl for me, my beautiful good girl.”

You could’ve come right then and there just because of how dirty the words coming from Taeyong’s mouth were.

You felt warm and happy as he praised you, calling you a good girl for taking him so well.

Taeyong continued drilling into you, never losing the rhythm he had set or the speed he was going at. He kept repeating in your ear over and over how pretty you looked and how beautiful you were.

Usually compliments like that went in one ear and out the other, you never liked to dwell on them for long because you just didn’t believe them.

But now…right here, right now. Watching yourself in the mirror as Taeyong fucked you, the faces you were making, and the way your body instinctively rolled and grinded back against him.

Even you couldn’t deny the beauty of the scene before you.

You could see him in the mirror, watching as his hands gripped and groped at your flesh, his desire and want for you evident on his face, evident in the manner at which he was thrusting deep inside you as if his life depended on it.

Thrusting with a desperation that matched yours, you needed this, to feel him inside of you, filling and stretching your walls with a subtle sweet pain.

“Taeyong, I’m gonna come.” You warned, feeling yourself clench around him.

The essence of your shared arousal started to drip down your thigh.

“Then come for me.” Taeyong answered, reaching his hand around your waist to rub your clit, propelling you further into your state of euphoria.

You rocked your hips back against him, chasing after your own orgasm.

You moved to throw your head back and rest it on his shoulder but Taeyong was quick to push your head forward, reminding you with a slap on your ass to not look away from the mirror.

“I want you to watch as you come on my cock.” Taeyong growled, determination clear in his voice as he unsheathed his cock completely from your warmth only to slam his hips back into yours.

You squealed as Taeyong angled his thrusts upward to hit your g-spot. Your eyes welled with tears, and your hand gripped the edge of the counter as you braced yourself.

It only took Taeyong a few more strokes before you were clenching around him uncontrollably, your pussy creaming on his cock. You collapsed on the counter, too tired to hold yourself up anymore. You winced a little as Taeyong continued to drill into you, the pleasure turning into a slight burn as he overstimulated you.

You wiggled your hips, trying to bring your hiked up leg down from the counter whilst also inching away from Taeyong’s thrusts.

“Stay still.” Taeyong grunted, pinching your outer thigh.

Taeyong abused your poor cunt until he was ready to fill you with his seed. He made sure he was stuffed deep inside of you when he painted your walls with his cum.

Once the two of you had caught a minute to catch your breath, Taeyong carefully pulled out of you, making a mess between your thighs as he did so. Your empty pussy was now clenching on air, inadvertently pushing Taeyong’s cum out of your hole causing it to run down your inner thighs.

Taeyong leaned down to kiss the back of your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you came down from your high.

Finally, Taeyong pushed himself off of you to allow you to rise up from the counter. He turned you around to face him so he could properly kiss you on the lips.

“Wait, where are you going?” Taeyong asked as you kissed him before untangling your limbs from his.

“To shower?” You answered, one hand already on the nozzle of the tap to turn the shower on.

You were a sweaty, sticky mess, in desperate need of a nice long shower.

Taeyong smirked, pulling you back into his chest, “We’re still not done here.”

Your face must’ve said it all because before you got the chance to whine about being tired Taeyong was already pressing you up against the wall.

“Spread your legs again. Nice and wide for me...Daddy’s going to make sure you get all clean again…”