#because you heard about Haven and didn't know for a hot minute

[ryuichifoxe]

Reunion

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Omggggg, I am so thankful you answered my ask! I love your work and your blog is my safe haven for Brio! I love that you always take the time to answer in depth and reading your blog is just as fun as reading your fics!

Fangirling aside, I agree with everything you said about Mick! Not gonna lie, I read "miscast" and had to take a deep breath for a hot minute 🤣 But I finished reading your response and I see your reasoning. I totally agree!

I hate to keep saying it, but I think the writers really dropped the ball on that one. I do believe they intended him to be ruthless with no loyalties, but when a performance shines through differently from the script, they should adapt to it, especially since it didn't seem like they had much understanding of the character! I agree that Carlos made that character what it was and did the work for them. Mick is my baby and I attribute my love for him to Carlos' performance. All they had to do was follow his lead like many other authors in the fandom did with their fics! Or they should have given him direction to play it meaner if they wanted ruthless, idek at this point. He was such a cinnamon roll and it was so hard to think he would do that, especially since he seemed to end up really liking the girls.

As for Rio and Nick, my interpretation of their whole relationship comes just from the opening scene of 4.08 alone. Again, this is all headcanon because, once again, I don't think they put as much depth into Nick's character as they should have, therefore, I don't feel that we got deep enough into his and Rio's dynamic despite the backstory. There are some holes to fill in!

The scene starts with Rio drawing and Nick playing on his gameboy. He appears discouraged because he can't draw the eyes, so Nick does it for him and then encourages him, telling him "you'll get there, brother" and Rio playfully corrects him saying "cousin". Then when his abuela starts groaning by the oven, indicating something went wrong, little Rio gets up to go check on her and Nick stays playing with his game boy. He tries out Abuela's cookies even though they taste bad and Nick declines to taste it when offered. Then of course comes the pretty on-the-nose rotten egg metaphor where the egg that Rio drops sinks (indicating good egg) and Nick's floats (bad egg)

Rio getting up to go check on his abuela shows he cares for her. He heard her fussing and got up right away to check on her. Meanwhile, Nick stays seated. I think because Rio shows he cares, he is grandma's favourite. Later in the episode, we see them joking around about him buying her a new oven and just being a sweet grandmother/grandson duo. We never got any shot of Nick cutting up with grandma like that.

So Rio is a good-looking guy, charming, smart, very talented in boxing and he's grandma's favourite? Oh, brousin is clearly jealous and insecure and that causes tension between them growing up. I think he spent his whole life trying to prove to himself that he is better than Rio. When you're jealous of someone, there's an aspect of wanting to be the person you envy because really, you envy that person because that person is great. I think Nick hates himself and wishes he was Rio, which is why he does a lot to put him down. He rats him out and gets him arrested, which causes his trainer to drop him and he assumes the boss position in all of their operations and makes him an underling. It must feel validating to "conquer" him.

I also think this is why he switches between calling him cousin and brother. Whenever he refers to Rio as brother, it's to put them in the same boat. For example, during the dinner in 4.06, he doubles down on calling him brother to show Beth he's not different from Rio or rather, that Rio is not better than him. Whoever this suburban mama is who Rio clearly has a thing for, she has to know he's not all that. They are brothers connected by blood, the closest he can be associated with Rio. Another example is when he has to get Rio out of jail in 4.08. He feels so high and mighty telling Rio that he owes him and he says "That's why you got me, brother". It must feel incredibly validating to him to be needed by Rio at this point (same sentiments for the first scene in 4.08 when he draws the eyes for him). Calling him brother is pulling him down from this imaginary pedestal and puts him on Nick's level.

When he calls Rio cousin, it's to lift himself above Rio. He refers to Rio as cousin only twice. The first time is in the same episode when Beth comes to the community garden. In the midst of humblebragging about being a councilman who actually does something, Beth asks him "what does your brother think?" and he corrects her by saying "cousin". It's giving now that we're talking about my accomplishments and how great of a councilman I am, he's no longer my brother, we are not the same, I am better. The second time is in 4.09 at the boxing ring right before he "disciplines" Rio. He feels so on top in that moment because Rio is powerless.

For all these reasons, I think Nick hates Rio because he hates himself. But does Rio hate Nick?

I think you're right, no he does not. The first scene in 4.08 shows they were not always butting heads, but Nick's growing resentment and insecurity caused more strife between them. I believe Rio admired Nick. When Nick ratted Rio out, I don't think Rio fully understood why. He made it seem like growing all of their illegal money-making endeavours was for family and for Rio's benefit and Rio was the sacrifice for a better life. He thought Nick was smart for thinking long term. He probably expected that after being sacrificed, they would be chill again, but that's not the case because Nick hated him. I think not understanding why Nick hated him so much really affected him, which is why he lacks emotional intelligence (c'mon, his brother/cousin gets him arrested, he doesn't walk away, then Beth gets him arrested and he doesn't walk away either. He was taught those were just setbacks in a long term plan. No emotional intelligence!).

I think he only really understood once Beth got shot. Nick used her to torture him under the guise that they really needed her for business (which they did, it was a good idea to involve her, but let's be real, he wanted to toy with Rio). For Rio, there's clearly no reason for Nick to want Beth other than Rio wanting Beth ("always want what I got"). Beth and Rio both chose each other and Nick just could not stand that, could not understand why people always choose Rio. His rage causes him to hit Beth where it hurts. When Beth gets shot, I think Rio finally realizes that his brother figure is not some great man to be admired. There's no method to his madness, he's just mad. It's the moment he realizes that Nick's competitiveness is just a result of him being insecure and jealous. In their final call in prison, Rio does not address him as bro, or cousin, he just calls him "man". I think that shows he finally sees through Nick entirely and addressing him as "man" is him severing their familial ties. I don't think that means he hates him. A part of him will always remember those times when they were cool, but he will never consider him family again.

Oh gosh, this turned into some 500-page essay that might only make sense in my head 🤣 I apologize in advance for this mess!

What are your thoughts on Rio and Nick?

Anon, this is such a good dissection! All the supporting evidence and analysis! You did such a good job, idk what I could add. I agree: Nick always resented the easy way Rio gained affection from others, and Rio always tried to justify Nick’s cruelties despite them escalating over time. Their natures were set up in the flashback scene and you picked up on so much important detail. I love it. 💕

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS - Chapter 40 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

Kaitlyn walked out and Noah let go of my hand to go after her.

"Noah," he stopped, at my voice.

Noah gave me pleading eyes.

"I'm sorry, I have to," he insisted and he didn't wait for me to respond, as he walked outside, to go run after the damsel in distress, his ex-girlfriend.

My heart sank.

Did he really have to go run after her?

Didn't she understand?

Noah and I are together, period.

What was more to explain and it was even more embarrassing with everyone looking at me.

They all just watched as Noah ran after Kaitlyn, leaving me alone and they clearly heard our conversation about Kaitlyn and Noah kissing.

"Shots?" Jason offered me, lifting up a pitcher of the blue liquid concoction he was mixing up earlier.

I walked over to him as he lined up seven shot glasses.

"Seven?" I questioned.

"Two for you, chief," he winked at me and he slid the filled shot glasses over to me.

"What is it?" I asked, then downed it anyway.

Jason grinned.

"White rum, vodka, gin, blue Curacao, lime juice and lemon juice. I call it, Blue Monster."

"Wow, that's actually pretty good," I complimented him as the rest of the group circled around the counter.

"Cheers," Carter said, clapping me on the shoulder.

We all lifted our shot glass up, brought it down to tap it on the counter before taking it.

My head went back as the shot slid down my throat with the perfect amount of taste and burning. 

I tapped my shot glass in front of Jason.

"Hell yeah, Moretti. Wanna have a brownie too?" Jason laughed as he poured me another shot.

I thought about Noah taking the pot brownie out of my hands yesterday and wondered if he'd be pissed as I reached for the bag of the homemade, special brownies and took one out.

I bit into it.

It smelled like weed but the chocolate taste overpowered to pot taste luckily.

It was actually pretty good.

"Atta boy," Jason shouted.

"Now the real party's gonna start."

"Oh God," Haven muttered from behind me but I didn't care.

I also didn't care when Jason slid me over a fourth shot.

"I don't feel anything," I stated.

Well, I didn't feel high.

My brain, however, felt a little sloshy from the alcohol and that's when I realized I was gonna get crossfaded.

'Oh, no.'

Maybe I shouldn't have impulsively taken the brownie and there was no way to stop it now.

Everyone laughed except for Haven who face palmed herself with a sigh.

"Let us know in twenty minutes how you feel," Carter said, patting my shoulder twice.

"Can't stop there," Zach said to me as he shoved a drink in my hand.

"Drink up, I'm trying to discover drunk Sam."

"I'm betting on giggly," Carter commented.

"Oh. What about slutty Sam?" Emily laughed making me chuckle and take the cup.

"Sam, you don't need to drink that," Haven told me in her motherly tone.

"You're not my mom, Haven," I said loudly because I get noisy when I'm tipsy and the alcohol was definitely seeping in.

I didn't drink often and my 127 pounds didn't help to build my tolerance either.

I chugged despite my sister.

Some alcohol 'which I learned then was vodka cranberry' spilling down my chin and everyone cheered me on while my sister rolled her eyes.

Whatever, she would get over it.

I dropped the empty plastic cup on the ground when I was finished and that was when Noah walked in.

"The man of the hour," I shouted.

Noah gave me a questioning look, then looked at the empty shot glasses, saw the open bag of pot brownies, then narrowed his eyes at Jason.

"What did you give him?" he asked Jason to which he held his hands up in surrender.

"Where's Kaitlyn?" I asked... 'maybe shouted'.

"I want to kiss Kaitlyn."

I heard our friends make some sort of 'oh no' sound.

"Hot tub anyone?" Carter suggest and everyone chimed in with some form of agreement.

Then, it was just Noah and I and in a few steps, my arm was being gripped by Noah's large hand 'hmm large sexy hand' and I was taken into Noah's bedroom.

The door was slammed shut behind us by Noah.

"Sexy time," I said, grabbing onto his swim trunks but before I could slip my hand in, Noah grasped my wrist.

"No, Sam. How long ago did you eat a brownie?"

I pouted.

"None ya.'"

"None ya?'"

"Yeah. None ya' business," I laughed.

"Now kiss me."

"No, Sam, you're fucking wasted. Are you fucking joking?" he asked harshly, making me feel bad.

"And soon you'll be high and probably paranoid and I'm going to have to babysit your dumbass."

Then I was sobbing, tears pouring down out of nowhere as I wrapped my arms around Noah's stomach.

"I'm sorry, please don't hate me."

I heard Noah sigh as he hugged me back, his arms around my shoulders.

"Dumbass, I don't hate you."

Then I felt it.

The Blue Monster coming back.

I pulled away from Noah but it was too late.

I threw up blue liquid all over his chest.

Noah shoved me away.

His arms out stretched in shock, his eyes wide, his jaw slack.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"I think I'm gonna be sick again," I covered my mouth.

"Oh, I feel weird."

"Bathroom," Noah demanded, grabbing me and pulling us into the bathroom.

Luckily, that time I made it to the toilet before I spit up more liquid.

"Noah, I feel weird, I don't know," I said feeling panicky.

My face felt... lifted, I didn't know how else to describe it.

My body was tingly and twitchy.

My mouth was unbelievably dry.

"You're just high, Sam. It's okay," he reassured me as he switched on the shower then shut the bathroom door.

"What are you doing?" I asked worriedly.

"What do you mean? I have your throw up on me. I'm showering," and then he stripped out of his swim suit and stepped into the bathroom under the running water.

He slid the curtain shut.

'Oh my God, he did that right in front of me.'

He was so confident in his own skin, how does he never get flustered?

"You could join me if you stop throwing up."

Join him?

'Join him, join him, join him.'

My high mind couldn't comprehend getting naked and showering with Noah Wright.

"Just... showering?" I asked.

"Yes, Sam, just showering. Water might bring down your high a bit," he noted.

I stood, which made my head feel more wobbly and I took my clothes off.

Oh God, I was about to be naked in the shower, a steaming hot shower, with Noah but when I pulled back the curtain, Noah stopped me with his hand up before I could step in.

"Brush your teeth before you come near me."

I did what I was told.

Three times.

Noah waited for me, wasting water, until I hesitantly stepped into the tub.

My heart was racing.

I couldn't tell if the water was helping me sober up from my high or the thought that Noah was angry with me.

He didn't look at me, just scrubbed his body with his back turned to me.

Why'd he ask me to join just to do nothing?

I stepped forward, under the shower head and wrapped my arms around Noah from behind.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked nervously, burying my face into his back.

[hanqu0kka]

Between Guilt and Forgiveness

Pairing: Bang Chan x F!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Summary: You innocently thought that your week couldn't get any worse, but it all went downhill when you accidentally broke your boyfriend's laptop.

Warning: some swearing

Words: 2.4k

Author's Note: Hey guys, how you doing? I hope you like this! English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any grammar errors.

That was terrible.

Actually, terrible was far from describing what had happened. It was a catastrophe, a tragedy, the apocalypse itself, the end of the world. No, you still didn't think any of this was enough to sum up what you have done.

With tears burning in your eyes, you looked at Chan's laptop, the same laptop that contained years of work, compositions, unfinished songs, notes and contacts that were probably worth more than your small apartment in the center of the city. The same laptop that was now in front of you, completely turned off, without the slightest sign of life.

It had to be a nightmare. That couldn't be happening. You shifted the mouse, praying to all the gods in the universe for a miracle. Nothing. You desperately pressed the power button. Nothing. Your reflection on the off monitor seems to mock you.

Feeling that your tears were about to fall, you huddled yourself in the chair, hugging your knees tightly. You needed to remain calm and think of a rational solution.

How would Chan react? Would he be nervous? Angry? That was the only thing crossing your mind. The thought of him being disappointed and sad invaded your head, and that was enough to make you collapse.

Tears poured down your face, broken sobs escaped your lips, making your whole body tremble. You mentally cursed yourself for agreeing to use your boyfriend's laptop to study while he was rehearsing a new choreography.

What would you do now? You could gather some money working a few extra shifts to get him another laptop, but nothing would be able to repair all the work and effort that was lost.

You felt horrible. It's been a rough week. You could count on your fingers how many hours you had slept in the last seven days, courtesy of the three essays you left to do at the last minute, because you know… procrastination! But this was the icing on the cake. The wreath that was missing in your grave.

"Baby?"

Your whole body instantly tensed as you heard Chan's worried voice sound in the room. Distracted by your own thoughts, you barely heard him open the studio door.

His eyes were wide, his face was contorted with worry. Panic washed through your body, making you cry harder.

Chan closed the distance between you, wrapping your trembling body in a tight embrace. Chan's hugs were your safe haven, your anchor in the middle of the storm. No matter how bad things got, whenever he wrapped you in his strong arms, you felt safe, like nothing in the world could hurt you while he was there with you.

Tears soaked his sweatshirt but he didn't seem to mind. Instead, he gently stroked your back, depositing small pecks on the top of your head.

"Hey love, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Please talk to me."

Even being confused, his voice remained calm and warm, like a cup of tea on a rainy day. It only made you feel ten times worse. You didn't deserve him. As you stared into his pretty brown eyes, guilt started to eat up your chest, spreading fast through your lungs.

"S-sorry, I-I didn't..." You only noticed you were hyperventilating when Chan took your face in his hands. Concern covered his eyes.

"Sweetheart, you need to calm down. Can you take a deep breath for me? Here, let me help you. Try following me."

He placed your hand over his chest, cupping your cheek with his free hand. Even though you were a hot mess, you tried synchronizing your labored breathing with his.

"That's it. You're doing so well, angel." He whispered softly. "Everything is fine now, I promise. I got you."

Chan hated seeing you like this. It hurts him physically in an unexplainable way. His heart clenched painfully every time a single tear dropped from your precious eyes. It was his duty to make you happy, and seeing you like this, bursting into tears, made him feel as though he failed you.

Lately, he has been busier than usual, but he wasn't blind. He saw how stressed you were because of schoolwork. He knew you weren't sleeping properly or eating well. When you arrived at his studio, he clearly saw how tired you were. You looked like a cracked jar about to break. It was slowly killing him inside.

Chan insisted you got some rest, but you were too stubborn. So, he allowed you to study in his studio but promised himself that as soon as he finished his appointments, he would make sure to get you home and put you to rest before you broke down. But now he realized he was a little too late.

"I'm sorry." You muttered.

“You don't have to apologize, love. I know you're tired and-"

You interrupted him, “No, Chan. You don't understand. I-I did something… I-”

“Baby, it's okay. You only need to get some rest. You can't keep harming yourself like that.”

You knew it was wrong, but the way he was treating you, so patient and understanding, was making you annoyed. How could he not see the dead laptop hovering like a ghost right beside him? Couldn't he feel something was terribly wrong? That you were practically a murder?

Taking a deep breath, you decided it was better to just say it all at once. As they say, sometimes you just have to rip off the band-aid.

"Chan, I broke your laptop." You said in one breath, squeezing your eyes shut.

A sudden silence fell over the room, the only noises coming from the air-conditioning in the ceiling. You watched with a sinking heart while Chan's previously serene face turned into an expression of astonishment. Looking to his right, he finally saw the black screen of his laptop. His lips formed a small "o" shape. He blinked fast as if he was having trouble processing what you just said.

"What?" He said in disbelief.

Not knowing what to do, you started rambling, “I-I don't know what happened, I swear. I was almost finishing my essay, but the screen suddenly switched off and I couldn't get it to switch up again. I swear it was an accident, I really don't know what I did wrong. It was alive and suddenly. Poof! It blacked out and went to the land of dead electronics. I'm sorry. I’m so sor-”

"Y/n, shut the fuck up," Chan whispered coldly.

You were proud to say you could read him like an open book, but at that moment, you had no idea what was going on in his head. His face was impassive, his eyes were dark and distant, but you couldn't make out any emotion.

"How could you do that?" He finally said after a long silence. "Do you know how many important files I had saved in there?"

"Chan, I-"

"I've told you to be careful!"

"I know, but-" You tried again.

"I was nearly finishing a song that took me days to produce." He yells, making you involuntarily flinch. "Fuck, y/n!"

"I'm sorry."

"I know you always delay and don't give a shit about your work, but that doesn't give you the right to fuck up with mine!"

"I'm sorry." You muttered under your breath.

He scoffed, running a hand through his messy hair.

Chan's head spun fast. Despair rose in his stomach like a frightening monster, enveloping and twisting every organ in his body. He paced back and forth across the room.

Part of him wanted to scream and cry at the thought of all the things he had lost, and he was really about to explode, but all the anger he felt vanished into thin air when he saw your tear-up eyes filled with guilt.

He let out a long breath. It wasn't time to lose his mind, you needed him right now. Carefully, he pressed your body against his, giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted. When he felt your arms wrap around his back, he let his head rest in the crook of your neck, getting intoxicated in your familiar scent.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He said, fighting his own tears. Now that the anger was gone, the full impact of what he had done weighed on his shoulders.

“Don't apologize. It's my fault, I deserve this.”

“No, you don't. I'm sorry for yelling at you, I don't know what got into me. I'm such a jerk."

"I'm sorry." You repeated like a broken record.

"Shhh, it's okay."

��I always screw things up.”

"What are you talking about? You never screw anything, love. It's quite the opposite, you always make everything better. So, please, don't say that. It was an accident, okay? It wasn't your fault, you don't need to cry."

"But-"

“Shhh, it's okay, I promise. I'll solve this. Now stop crying, you know I hate seeing you like this.”

He pulled away, placing a comforting kiss on your temple before heading towards his laptop.

Tucking your head into your knees, you stifled a sob, trying to stay as quiet as possible. He was still disappointed in you. You were sure of it, but Chan was just too kind to show it. He always puts others’ needs and comfort over his own. But you messed up real bad this time. It was only a matter of time before he realized you were a burden in his life, that he would be better without you.

"I know it won't solve anything, but I'll get you a new one-" Your rant was cut by Chan's loud laugh exploding in the room.

This is it. He's gone completely insane.

When you looked up, you found your boyfriend lying on the floor, laughing so hard that tears sprang in his eyes. A small light on your left caught your eye. You almost had a heart attack when you saw the laptop, the dead laptop, restarting.

“W-what? How…” Nothing else made sense to your fried brain.

"Baby, you didn't break anything." He said breathlessly. "The laptop was only discharged. I simply plugged in the charger."

"Oh."

A wave of embarrassment swept through your body, making your face burn more than the sun itself. Dumb, dumb, dumb! How did you not notice that before? It was so painfully obvious, so fucking simple.

"I must have forgotten to put it to charge this morning." He smirks playfully. "And you were probably so focused on your work that you missed the warning to plug in the charger."

"Ah."

Your brain was so melted, you felt like a baby who couldn't form a single phrase. So you did the only thing you could still properly do at the moment: you bury your head in your hands.

“Aww, you don't need to feel embarrassed, my love. It's fine. I said you never screw anything up.” He lowered your wrists and filled your face with kisses. “Wow, you're so red. Stop being so cute, you're going to end up killing me like this.”

"I'm not cute, I'm stupid."

"This is not true. You're just tired, that's all.” You eyed him suspiciously, making him laugh. "And maybe you're a little forgetful, but just a little bit."

You whined, "I thought I broke it."

“Nah, you didn't. In the end, it was all my fault.”

"How can this be your fault, Christopher Bang?" You asked indignantly. He grimaced at the sound of his full name.

"I should have told you the battery was low." He shrugged. You open your mouth to retort, but he cuts you off quickly. “And it's no use saying otherwise. It's my fault, end of discussion.”

"You're too stubborn."

"Everyone has their flaws, right?" You just rolled your eyes. He looked at you with a teasing gleam in his eyes. “You need to rest now. Enough of killing my heart saying you broke my precious laptop.”

“Chaaan.” You cried, still embarrassed by what happened.

“Come on, you need to sleep, otherwise you'll soon become a member of baboracha."

“I hate you,” you said, pouting. "Don't tell anyone about this."

“I'm joking, I'm joking. I swear I won't. Now, come here."

He pulled you gently, bringing your lips together in a calm and comforting kiss. It didn't take long for him to deepen the kiss, it seemed like he was trying to assure you that everything was fine, that he'd love you anyhow. He slowly parted your lips and rested his forehead on yours. He looked down at you, concern shining in his eyes.

"I'm really sorry for earlier. I hope you know I didn’t mean none of the things I said."

"It's fine." You peck his lips again.

"No. It’s not. I know college hasn't been easy, but you always give your best in everything you do. I'm so proud of you. Sorry for saying those mean things."

"Chan, stop. You were mad, I get it."

"Still, that's no excuse for what I did."

"Oh my God, what do I have to do to make you stop apologizing?"

"I don't know," He said with a shy smile. "Maybe you could kiss me? I think my lips miss yours already."

You smiled softly at seeing him so shy and flustered, his ears burning in a bright red. You leaned in and kissed him, granting his wish without a second thought.

For the rest of the night, you both cuddle on the small sofa in his studio, listening to some music on Chan's laptop, which, thank God, wasn't broken. You lost count of how many times he had apologized between sweet kisses, but you were there by his side, assuring him that everything was fine.

The next morning, you were happily eating your breakfast in Stray Kids' dorm, waiting for your boyfriend to get out of the shower, when Hyunjin tossed himself in the chair beside you, smiling mischievously.

"So, y/n... I came to welcome you!"

"What? Hyunjin, it's not even my first time here." You said, confused.

"You dummy." He laughed, flicking your head lightly. "Chan told us what you did last night, and we all agreed that you're officially the new member of baboracha. Congratulations!"

"HE WHAT?" You yelled, choking on the juice you were drinking.

"Well, welcome! Now I should probably get going, you look exactly like Kkami when I forget to feed him."

"CHRISTOPHER BANG YOU'RE DEAD."

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Just The Costume Designer Pt. 2: Elvis x Reader

don’t know how many words, but the first part did so well. rushed!!!! so sorry! but here you go ❤️

part one: click here loves <3

Being official together meant a lot of things to the both of you. First of all, you and Elvis had very busy schedules. Yours was tamer, getting to trade in late nights at the office for bringing your work home. Elvis couldn't really bring his work home.

You had moved into Graceland after realizing that the paps were unbearable. Graceland had grown to be your only safe haven. It was that for a lot of people.

You noticed that no matter how stressed Elvis was, the minute he walked through the door, a weight was lifted off his shoulders. It amazed you.

You were laid in the hotel bed, with a glass of wine. Papers were spread all over the place. You only really designed for Elvis, but of course you still had to approve of your employees work and make notes. This was your new normal. Vegas, work, Elvis. Repeat.

You had seen him play loads of time, and after feeling the pressure to go to every concert, you decided to call it quits. You went to see it when it was convenient for you. He understood completely. Respected it even. He liked that there was a bit of separation from you and "work".

The phone rang causing you to jump a little.

"Hello?" You answered.

"Y/N. We need you at the venue- Elvis needs you."

You immediately snapped up.

"Jerry what happened."

After the phone call ended, you were getting dressed as fast as you could, decided to wear one of his plain white shirts and some blue jeans. You were in a rush.

Your hair was a bit messy, just thrown up into a bun, and you still had your glasses on. Probably for the best because you would be taking one of his cars.

This made you nervous, but of course, you made it happen. You knew how to drive, maybe just not well.

It wasn't as busy as you had thought, mainly just parked cars. The lights were beautiful, but you had to focus.

Making your way to were Jerry said he was, you had no idea what to think. You didn't hear anything he said past. 'Elvis needs you.'

This wasn't like him. Not at all.

You finally found Jerry after getting a bit turned around.

"Jerry!" You ran up to him, feeling more and more panicked with each step.

"Y/N. Fuck I'm glad you're here. " Jerry cursed, pulling me in for a hug.

You could hear Elvis on stage. He was alive at least.

"Listen. All I know is he's not good. Found out tonight that Tom ain't who he says he is. Been lying the whole time. Don't even have citizenship."

Your eyes grew wide. You knew something was severely off about him.

"I tried to tell EP. The minute the words came out my mouth he passed out. Like on the floor,"

"Then Tom had Dr. Nick inject him with something, and now he's preformin'. He dont look right Y/N. Not at all."

You nodded, trying to take in the information. A lot of emotions were flooding through your body.

Anger. Hurt. Worry. Disbelief.

Jerry and You turned towards the stage at the mention of the Colonel's name.

Elvis was beyond angry.

"You are fired! Fired! Fired." He slurred out as Tom made his way on stage.

Luckily, the curtains had closed.

Before the man was able to reach EP, you bounded across stage.

"Don't you go near him."

You were furious, and before you knew it, you had slapped the old man. Clear across the face.

You were shoked at your own actions and apparently so was everyone else. You heard a couple of gasps coming from behind you.

"Now, Mr. Presley-"

"You're fired." Elvis cut Tom off, before he had even finished his sentence.

As Tom walked off, you turned to look at EP.

He was sitting on his knees, glaring at the gold curtain. It was like his brain had shut itself off.

"Jesus Christ what did they give him Jerry?" You exlaimed, running carefully towards the man.

It was like Elvis couldn't even tell you were there. You knelt in front of him, brushing some of his hair away from his forehead. He needed to get out of these clothes. They were tight, and hot. You would know, you designed them.

"Let's get him to the hotel, I have his car. I'll take it after we get there."

Jerry nodded at you as you slowly stood Elvis up.

He was barely lucid. You had no idea what to do for him.

"Come on baby, I got you."

The ride to the hotel was uneventful. You managed to get Elvis out, with Jerry's help of course, without many people seeing him. Being harassed was the last thing any of you needed or wanted tonight.

Getting Elvis in bed would be the biggest challenge.

You told Jerry he could go to his room after the two of you made it to the suite. He was hesitant , but he knew you could handle it.

Elvis was still staring off into the distance. This was the quietest he had ever been.

You sat him down on the couch before going to the room you shared to get him some clothes.

You made the bed messily, and put water on the nightstand, and the trashcan behind his side.

"Come on EP. We gotta get some rest okay?" You said gently, standing him up.

He was more unbalanced now, putting more and more weight on you. You didn't mind.

You helped him get undressed, realizing how uncomfortable he must've been.

He was in a more comfortable outfit when he finally spoke.

"Mama, I don't feel all that well."

His voice was hoarse, and he had bags under his eyes.

Your heart broke for him.

"Oh sweetheart,"

You kissed his forehead, before helping him to the bed.

You wiped his face gently with a cold washcloth, dragging it down to his neck as well. You were doing everything you could, just hoping he would be a bit more comfortable.

"The Colonel, he."

"Baby. Focus on you tonight, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

You hand was on his cheek, thumb lightly rubbing back and forth.

He nodded. Still not himself.

The night went pretty smoothly. You weren't able to sleep hardly at all.

You finally fell asleep around three in the morning, only to be woken an hour later.

Elvis was throwing up.

It was definitely a sight, he was crumpled beside the bed, hand gripping the beside table.

"Honey what can I do?" You questioned, standing up to cut the bathroom light on.

You knew how he was about lights when he didn't feel too hot. Just a little was okay, but it would be out of the question to turn the bedroom lights on.

You sat beside him, and held a wet rag to his neck. After he had wrapped up the heaving, you told him to sip the water while you took care of the mess.

Walking through the living room with the trash can you were muttering about all the ways you could brutally kill Tom Parker, perhaps not your finest moment.

Elvis was still on the floor when you returned.

You pulled him on the bed, choosing to sit behind him so he could lay.

His head found its way to your upper thigh, as you ran your fingers through his hair.

You decided then that as soon as he was better a shower would be in order.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do Y/N,"

You were at a loss, you didn't either. The Colonel had Elvis in a financial bind, nothing about the contract allowed any wiggle room.

"You are Elvis Aaron Presley. You will survive this."

You felt this was okay enough, hoping it would comfort him. Even just a little bit.

"I'm gonna take you home tomorrow, okay? To Graceland. You should see Lisa. Maybe go to your mama's grave and visit. I'll make you some dinner, and you can sleep in your own bed. Then if you're ready to come back, we will."

He nodded, eyes drooping as he began to doze off.

You were happy that he was letting go a bit. He needed rest. He needed his home. Real food. A real shower. The outdoors. His daughter.

He needed normal.

You couldn't help but notice that he was gripping your leg, like you would disappear any minute. This made you smile. It eased your worry knowing that you could be of comfort to him.

The next day was better. You woke up before him, deciding to make some breakfast for him.

While everything was cooking, you cleaned up a little bit. Doing his laundry, organizing his music papers, dusting, whatever you saw you cleaned. This was a nervous habit you had picked up from your mother. You figured it would be nice to leave the hotel in good shape.

After breakfast was made, you knew you could give him a bit of time to sleep before he woke up.

You made sure both of your bags were back, of course Elvis had a lot more stuff.

Like , way more.

“Darlin?”

Elvis was standing behind you , looking a little better than he did last night. A lot better.

“Hey EP, there’s breakfast.”

You couldn’t help but smile as he looked around the room.

He walked over to you as he envolped you in a hug.

“Thank you mama. You’ve done so much.”

He laughed a little, which confused you a bit.

What could be possibly be laughing at?

“You slapped the colonel. Very sexy.” He smiled, which caused your face to flush red .

Well at least his humor is still intact.

@xcallmetaniax

[agustdiv1ne]

ho-ho-no — ljn

pairing: lee jeno x reader

genre: f2l au, fluff

wc: 0.9k

synopsis: parties aren't your thing, especially when your friend invites an exorbitant amount of guests to your annual christmas party. jeno sees this and decides he'll help your nervous, cute self out.

warnings: none

note: last one! the others that were planned will be moved to next year as my motivation has tanked

part of my christmas bash 2020 | main masterlist

“you invited over how many people to our holiday party, again?” you exclaimed at your roommate and best friend, areum, as people continued to pour through the front door of your apartment. 

she shrugged with a guilty smile, "i only invited a few! i guess...word got around?" her voice pitched up at the end, and that confirmed that yes, she did invite this many people, and yes, she was lying to you right now. you rolled your eyes,  she was way too nice to random strangers sometimes.

you sighed. areum had always been a social butterfly, you swore she knew at least half the school. someone was always greeting her in public wherever you went with her, and you knew it was probably because she wasn't new to your college's party scene, but you digress.

this was the second year that you had lived with her, and therefore your second holiday party with her too. last year hadn't been like this, and it was probably because she let you invite the guests last year. you realized that you shouldn't have given her such a task if this was what was going to happen.

watching your apartment quickly become packed with guests was stressing you the hell out, so about thirty minutes after the party kicked off, you decided to escape to the empty balcony connected to your apartment. it was freezing outside, especially considering that it was the middle of winter and you currently had nothing covering your arms. you exhaled, watching as your warm breath disappeared into the cold night air. it felt nice to be alone, to get out of that suffocating environment with countless people you didn't even know. you were glad that you at least remembered to lock your bedroom door. 

you leaned over the railing to look down at the street below you, watching the people pass by. a woman and her two children made their way down the street, cups of what you were sure was hot chocolate in the children's tiny hands. they rounded the corner, and then they were gone. you could go for some hot chocolate right about now.

"i thought i saw you duck out of the party," a distinctly male voice said behind you. you jolted before you heard footsteps nearing your spot, glancing over at whoever dared to interrupt your quiet haven. 

lee jeno. it was lee jeno.

he was the literal epitome of a dreamboat: strong jawline, sweet chocolate eyes, and tousled dark hair to match. it was hard not to like him, and you saw how girls flocked to him. it was also hard having a crush on him when you knew he had been with much better, despite your pretty close friendship with the boy.

your gaze trailed down to the two mugs he held in his hands. his eyes followed yours, eyebrows raising as he realized he completely forgot about them. he chuckled, "oh! i brought you hot chocolate. it's really cold out here, you know. i can't believe you haven't frozen to death yet."

"it's like you read my mind," you replied with a breathy laugh as he handed you one of the mugs, "and me neither, but i couldn't stay in there. crowds of random strangers really aren't my thing, if you haven't noticed already."

his eyes crinkled in slight amusement as he looked out over the cityscape. both of you sipped your hot chocolate in comfortable silence. though the warm drink warmed your stomach, it certainly didn't have the same effect on your arms. goosebumps had risen on your bare skin, your body starting to shiver involuntarily. you felt something warm suddenly cover your shoulders, and you glanced over at him, frowning, "won't you be cold?"

"i'd rather you be warm," he countered before he sighed, mumbling his next words, "i like you too much to let you freeze."

he what?

"y-you what?" you stuttered out.

"nothing!" he replied quickly, but you had heard him already. 

"you like me?" you reiterated in a question, making his panicked eyes widen even further; he looked like a deer in the headlights.

"i do," he replied shakily, anticipating rejection.

"you know what, jeno? i like you, too. more than a friend."

"y-you do?" he excitedly exclaimed, a smile growing on his lips. you nodded, relieved that your feelings were finally out in the open and that he reciprocated them. "i could kiss you right now!" he blurted.

"then why don't you?" as soon as you uttered those words, the air surrounding you suddenly held a tension to it, his umber eyes searching yours for confirmation. you nodded, and he leaned forward to capture your lips with his own soft, plump ones. you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands found your waist, your lips molded together like they were made for each other. the kiss couldn't have lasted more than ten seconds, but you relished every moment.

he pulled away as a loud cheer echoed inside the apartment behind you. you both looked over, then back to each other, a smile playing at both of your lips.

"wanna get out of here and go get mcdonald's?" he asked.

 "i thought you'd never ask."

© to agustdiv1ne. do not copy, repost, steal, and/or translate.

[pink-peony-princess]

Fight for You

"Why do people do this to themselves?" I shouted to Shawn and Peter over the roar of the crowd as Raul's fist made contact with his apponents cheek- a sickening crack ringing out around the cramped room."It's barbaric!"

"It's actually quite ordered," Peter counted, eyes not leaving the action. "There's more that they can't do than they can."

"I still think it's stupid," I grumbled, before jumping and slapping my hands over my eyes as Raul copped a nasty hit to his chest.

The only reason I'd come to see the fight was to support Raul I'd been friends with the Triplets since we were about 5, having immediately hit it off with them on the first day of preschool. We'd been inseperable since, but I'd always had a soft spot for Raul,we just seemed to get each other- and he was always so protective of me.

In middle school he'd punched Jacob Connor's out (the resident bully) when he'd somehow found out I'd started my period and spread it around the school like wildfire. Raul had been given a 5 day suspension for it, but he'd always maintained that 'it was worth it, the little weasel got what he deserved.'

As we grew we only got closer,we were each other's confidant, the one person who we trusted with all our secrets, or biggest dreams and our deepest fears. That didn't stop us going through the awkward phase where you realise that maybe you like the other person, but are too much of a scaredy-cat to do anything about it.

Everyone could see it, my friends at school, Peter and Shawn, even my parents told me I should do something about it.

"Don't fret, Kara, your boy will be fine," Shawn laughed teasingly looking down at me bring me back to the present. The boys towered over me at 6'2 they were well over a head taller than me.

"How can you say that?He's your brother," I was appalled. They had absolutely no concern for the fact that their brother, their triplet no less was being pummelled like a car at a junk yard.

"Because," Shawn continued. "It might not look like it, but Raul has the upper hand, he's more agile on his feet, can move faster than the baffoon he's facing,"

I couldn't help but laugh at the description. Compared to Raul,the guy he was versing really did look like a monkey.

Despite the fact that ever fibre of my being wanted nothing more than to go up there and rescue him, I couldn't help but watch in awe as Raul served punch after stratigic punch to his apponents, before finally the referee called time and he was declared the winner.

"You know he does it for you," Peter spoke.

"Does what?" I asked confused.

"Fights, he fights for you, to impress you."

"Don't be stupid," I rolled my eyes, but I was stunned, was he really doing it for me? Why did he feel he needed to impress me?

"I'm going to the toilet," I called to Peter as people started slowly filing out the doors, satisfied with the gratuitous violence they'd witnessed, now no-doubt board.I needed some air,space to think.

As I made my way slowly towards the doors, being all but pushed,forced by the sheer numbers of people baring down on me I started to regret not asking one of the boys to accompany me.

This side of town wasn't exactly known as a safe haven and I wasn't even sure where I needed to go.

And Raul's words of warning 'never go anywhere this side of town without one of us,' rang through my head, as I made my way out into the alley behind the delapidated building and into the night air which was full of the smell of stale cigarette smoke.

"Hey there pretty," a group of guys yelled as I walked past, before wolf whistling. I shuddered and picked up my pace, reaching for my bag that was across my body to try and call one of the boys. I no longer felt safe, in fact I was starting to panic, my hands shaking as I dug blindly through my small purse trying to find my cell. In my haste and in attention, I failed to noticed a massive dip in the run down concrete and before I had a chance to correct it,my foot was falling in, my ankle twisting as I fell heavily to the ground. My hands stung as they made harsh contact with the gravel covered floor.

I sat there for a minute dazed, wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry. Why did this have to happen now? Why not when I was with the guys? I wondered, a few tears leaking from my eyes I scrubbed them away angrily trying to get up, but to no avail. It was useless. I knew I needed help, but I wasn't sure how to get it, there was no way I was going to ask the men down the street for help.

"Kara? Is that you," I looked up with a sigh of relief immediately recognising the voice and he tall figure. It was Raul, making his way out from behind the building,bag slung over his shoulder,still covered in a sheen of sweat, his muscle top sticking to his chest highlighting his toned physique.

"What happend, why aren't you with Shawn and Peter?" he asked jogging down the street and dumping his bag in the ground before bending down in front of me.

"I got lost," I sighed. I tried to move my ankle which was now throbbing,wincing as a sharp, white-hot pain shot through my foot.

"I'll kill those dimwits," he growled as he looked at me.

"Don't blame them, it was me. I went to find a toilet and I didn't ask one of them to come with me," I explained,my voice shaky from pain and fear.

"How could you be so stupid!" he yelled surprising me. He looked livid."How many times have I told you," he hissed shaking his head, reaching for my foot, but I yanked it away despite the instant ache of protest it gave off. If he was going to be a sick, I didn't want his help,I felt bad enough already.

"Why are you being such a fucking asshole?You know what, don't worry, I'll find my own way home," I spat,tears running down my cheeks unchecked as I glared at him. I struggled to get up, using the wall behind me as support, but eventually made it. As soon as I put weight on my foot though I collapsed. The firey ache that started instantly was now worse than ever.

"I'm sorry," he puffed out. "I'm just worried I'd hate for you to get hurt,I love you," he whispered the last part, by I heard it. It took everything in my power to stay calm,it wasn't like I didn't know it, but I'd never expected him to admit it.

"I am hurt," I replied cooly, pointing to my foot.

"More hurt," he amended his eyes going dark,the grim look on his face didn't make it hard to guess what he was thinking and I shuddered.

"I'm going to take the shoe off," he told me, working quicky but carefully to release my foot from the confines of the heel I'd been wearing.

I couldn't help the hiss that left my lips as it finally feel free.

"Sorry," he apologised softly, much calmer than before. "It's already swelling," he commented as he took the foot in his hand and carefully manipulated it.

"I don't think you've torn anything, but I'll wrap it to make sure," he nodded to himself, unzipping the bag he'd discarded beside me and pulling what looked like strapping tape out.

"How do you know so much?" I asked as he took my foot in his hands again, very carefully wrapping the fabric around it, before pulling it tight. I could feel it throbbing,but I said nothing, not wanting to complain. It did feel better than it had before, but I knew by the time I made it home it'd need to be iced.

"Honey you learn this stuff when you fight, you have to fiend for yourself," he responded,"There all done," he added as he admired his work.

"Give me your hand," he spoke.

"What?"

"Your hands, they're bleeding."

"Ohh," I held my hands out for him to take. He tipped some water onto them which stung like hell, and wrapped them, before placing a kiss on each of my knuckles, causing me to blush. It was lucky it was dark and dimly lit because I knew that itlf he'd noticed he would have teased the daylights out of me.

"Thank you," I took his hand that he was holding out and let him pull me up, leaning into him instinctively.

"No worries, wouldn't want an invalid walking around town now, it'd ruin the street cred," he winked, causing me to laugh. This was the side of Raul that I was used to, the cheeky, unapologetically flirty, protective Raul.

"Nah really, of course I'd look after you, you're my favourite girl," he kissed my forehead as we made our way to find the others at which point Raul promptly chewed out their ears about the dangers of leaving me alone and their completely mind-blowing stupidity which had them both looking extremely guilty.

It was quickly forgotten though as we went on to celebrate his victory, Raul never leaving my side,checking every so often that I was okay, even going so far as to find pain killers for me which helped a heap.

"Thank you," I told him again as we piled into a taxi- Peter already having gone home and Shawn still partying. Normally Raul was the party animal, but he'd insisted he go home with me to make sure I got there in one piece.

It wasn't like I was going to say no, I appreciated the sweet gesture.

"Don't sweat it. You're my girl," he answered, kissing me again, but this time on the lips momentarily stunning me.

"And you're my boy," I giggled,beaming.

"So how about we make this official?" he suggested, that cheeky grin that I loved so much present again.

"I thought you'd never ask," I responded, reaching up to kiss him again.

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Burning wounds' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Burning wounds"

Chapter Summary : Yirina come back to the safehouse with Park who has her arm burned....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3400

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We quickly left the apartment used by the Perseus Collective before the police or even some reinforcements from Perseus himself arrive to arrest us or kill us in here and that wasn't an option at all for us. Park was badly hurt at her left arm because of the guy that surprised her by throwing to her an very hot pan with water in it but hopefully, Garrett reacted quickly and knocked this guy out for good before we managed to leave the place behind us with me having the files I found on that table in my jacket, holding Park while Garrett took the guy with him too to interrogate him.

Right now, we needed to get back to the safehouse quickly because of Park's left arm burning. It wasn't so damaging but her arm was hurting her too much, all red where the water landed on it. I was almost panicking as I found nothing in the car that could have appeased the pain she had, staying next to her in the backseats as Garrett was driving the car, he put the guy he knocked out in the car trunk, knowing that he would not wake up for a little while. In me, I was angered to have seen about Greenlight again, thinking that it was done but as I can see, the project is far from leaving me.

We arrived at our safehouse ten minutes after we left 'Die Höhle', Garrett parking the car in hidden sight from the street as he wanted to get the guy out of the car's trunk discreetly. I got out of the car, taking Park with me as she was still not able to walk straight from her burning, making sure that I'm not hitting her during the process.

"It's okay, Park." I exclaimed, holding her with her unharmed arm behind my neck as we enter the front door, Garrett following us from up close, holding the guy on his shoulder.

"What happened ?" It was Greta herself who was sit in one of the living room couch, seeing us arriving in the house and instantly jumping from her seat to get next to us.

"Perseus agent throw an pan on her arm, she's badly burned." I replied directly to Greta as I moved to get to the kitchen. "Help Garrett with the guy." I added.

"Yeah, that dipshit....help me get that guy in the basement !" Garrett ordered to Greta, causing her to move quickly to help Garrett as I was walking slowly to the kitchen with Park.

"Thank you....thank you." I could hear Park whispering to me as I arrived in the room.

"Don't panick." I breathed, taking a chair near me to put right next to the sink of the kitchen counter where I put Park on it. "Gonna put some cold water on your arm." I told her and she slowly nodded as I removed her jacket.

"Not too cold, okay ?" She asked me and I nodded.

"I don't want to hurt you." I affirmed before I prepare myself, holding her arm by below with my hands above the sink. "Good, be ready and....if you have to groan because of the water, do it." I took a look at her quickly who nodded again before I activated the sink, releasing the cold water on her arm, making her groan silently, biting her lips.

"Shit..." She groaned, looking away for a second.

"You're doing great." I admitted, making her move her arm from time to time, allowing the water to get everywhere on the burns she got on her forearm as she was looking with either an small grin or an face that was looking like she was getting hurt. All of that, I've been doing for almost 15 minutes before she wasn't groaning anymore from the burns. "How do you feel ?" I asked, shutting down the sink.

"I'm well....but the arm is still hurting." She responded, looking at her red arm that I was still holding, trembling as I was thinking to not harm her. "You didn't hurt me, Yiri." She said, seeing me shaking from that.

"I know, it's just....just that I don't want to harm you doing that." I explained in a low voice, also looking at her arm before slowly turning my head back to her. "I just want you to feel good and better."

"You're here with me, I'm all good and better." She told me with an smile before moving from her seat to give me a kiss on the forehead. "See ?"

"Yes, I see." I replied before reciprocate the move, this time on her left cheek. "You might want to move from here." I suggested and she nodded to me, we wouldn't wanted to stay in the kitchen indefinitely.

"Uhm, maybe in one of the couch, to rest myself & my arm." She proposed as I moved to help her to get up, wondering if she could walk normally but I prefer to stay next to her, to support her.

"Got it, ma'am.' I scoffed, making her laugh as we walked together into the living room and once in it, I helped her to lay down on the couch I was always using. "You're comfy here ?"

"Yes." She replied, getting laid on her back, not putting her left arm on the couch as touching something with it was hurting her. "Can you show me the files you got ?" She asked me, causing me to take the files I had back inside of my jacket, getting them on the table near her couch.

"First, the file about Greenlight and that records file about that Sebastian Vargas." I showed the files to her with my hands, giving the one on Greenlight to her. "I thought that Greenlight was finished !"

"Me too." She declared, holding the file in her right hand, looking at it. "After Solovetsky, I threatened Hudson to stop the project if he didn't want me to talk about this to the MI6." She added, giving me back the file. "He said that he will do it but I never had any proof of it."

"That guy will never change...." I expressed to myself before taking a look at the file about Greenlight. "Part of it look encrypted but I can do it.....now, we got Stone walking around with 2 stolen US nuclear warheads."

"If Hudson wasn't so stupid, we wouldn't be facing Greenlight again." Park proclaimed, angry about Hudson....we were both angry on it. "I'll make a call to Woods about...."

"Wait, I'll do it !" I objected, cutting her. "It's better that you take some rest instead of working."

"You sure about it ?" She asked me, worried about having me to call Woods, maybe fearing that I would get angry and smash the phone but I'm not like that....for an part.

"Of course, you're not going to hurt yourself by doing that." I affirmed of my choice to her as I move to grab her satellite phone "Don't worry, I will stay calm....well, I will try." I added, having the phone in hand.

"Stay calm, it's all I'm asking to you." She breathed before I moved to get to her.

"I will be outside to make the call, tell the others for me in case." I gave her a little kiss again on the forehead before I start to walk outside by behind.

I stepped outside, discovering the same view on the Haven lake that was just at the back of the safehouse and to say, it was looking very pretty to each day, woke up with an big view on the lake. I looked around, finding a little bench on the back porch and I decided to sit on it, not wanting to stay up during all the call I will make. I started to compose Woods number on the phone as Park told me about it days when we were working to get that guy in Paris. I was nervous in fact to be the one making the call.

When the number was finally composed, I put the phone next to my right ear, awaiting now that someone took the phone to answer me. I waited about 10 seconds until I start to hear someone picking up the phone.

"Woods here." It was him and thanksfully, it was better that he was him and not someone else.

"Hi, Woods." I started in a low voice.

"Oh, Yirina, it's been a long time I didn't hear your voice." He exclaimed and frankly, he was right as Park was always the one to make the calls to him, updating of our situation. "How's you been since ?"

"Well, I can say." I told him. "We still tracking down Stone and what about you with Adler ?"

"In here, in Kazakhstan, it's advancing slowly, we have a few leads from time to time but not big things." He replied, sounding a bit bad to have nothing. "I know that Song called someone from your team to share some intels we got." He added, mentioning her call to Garrett.

"Yeah, he told us that he knew her very well....in a personal way, I can say." I scoffed about it, looking in the horizon. "To tell you, we just came back from the place she told us about."

"What did you find ?" He asked, sounding curious.

"At first, I'm the one making the call because Park got her arm badly burned by an Perseus agent who surprised her, she's fine if you want to know." I responded, sounding sad to talk about it.

"Shit, I hope that she will recover fast for you." He said, his voice worried about that.

"Anyway, we got a name : Sebastian Vargas." I started, closing my eyes for an second as it was hurting me a little like that. "Does that name ring you any b.....anything ?" I stopped, almost saying 'bell' even if it's just a simple word.

"Nothing on him from me." He groaned.

"And the second thing is....." I cut myself down, looking around me in case. "Well, Hudson is with you ?"

"No, he's been busy to talk with some contacts in town while us, we're lazy in the safehouse awaiting for him." He scoffed.

"Well to say.....Stone has stolen 2 warheards....from the Greenlight arsenal." I breathed as I heard from the phone Woods like redressing himself maybe from his seat. "Greenlight bombs are still scattered around Western Europe...Park told me that Hudson stopped the project."

"You got to be kidding me !" He raised his voice, not against me but against Hudson himself. "He told us that he will stop the project."

"I'm been working my ass for days to get it stopped and three years later, I learned that Greenlight is still out there." I raised my voice too, angry about it. "Now, an ex-SAS soldier is walking freely with behind him, 2 nukes."

"Damnit, you might need help from us." He suggested.

"No, you should stay focused on recovering Adler's stupid ass." I refused his help even if it was grateful. "I don't want to have Hudson at our asses too and frankly, if the CIA know that the MI6 know, it will complicate our own work."

"Hmm...fuck....you're right." He admitted. "If we found something that could help you again, I will transmit the intel."

"We'll do the the same." I added before I stood up from the bench. "By the way, how's Mason ?"

"Uhm, he's doing great right now, still a little bit troubled about....well, you know..." He spoke, referring to my & Mason identical state right now : both brainwashed...both trying to recover. "You know, he's been wondering how you're feeling with your memories."

"Well, sometimes, I'm okay and other times, it make me feel sad to think about seeing myself as an Perseus agent." I told him, taking a deep breath. "I'm still trying to do my best here to stay alive and not freaking out everyday."

"I know, it was also hard for him at that time, I can't tell you more about it but if you have the occasion, you can ask him." He proposed but I wasn't so sure about it.

"I don't know, I'll think about it." I said, sounding not sure.

"Well, I'm sure now you need to go back to work, I guess ?"

"Yeah, might need to decrypt the Greenlight file we got and then, we will see for the next move we will do." I affirmed to him. "It was nice to talk with you, Woods...oh, I forgot...can you punch Hudson for me ?" I half-scoffed about it, wanting also to do it myself.

"Yes, will do that for you and for a lot of us...." He started before I could hear move. "Yirina...uhm, I'm sure that it's certainly not my business but....take care of Park, she needs you." I was trembling about it but it was nice to hear Woods asking me to do that....it's one of my main goals now.

"Don't worry, I'm protecting her at 100%." I said proudly. "Bye, Woods."

"Goodbye, Yirina." The line went off after he finished, leaving me alone on that porch, looking at the horizon before I decided to return inside the house.

First thing I saw in the living room was Park, almost sleeping in the couch, her eyes narrowed to the max and to be honest, I didn't want to disturb her during my work so I took the Greenlight file with me, retreating myself into the archive room of the house to decrypt the encrypted part of the file. In this room, there were a lot of things that could help me to make my job on the decrypting more easier, making this room the third one I was liking the most, behind respectively the bedroom I had with Park and the living room.

Decrypting that file was pretty easy as it was using the code the CIA are always using in their transmissions since a long time...the same code I was decrypting in my old office in the Lubyanka with Zasha. To say that this code was like a piece of cake for someone like me who can crack any code given to me. In this file, there were an map of where the bombs was with two cross on two europeans cities : Rome & Brussels and what I have decrypted, Stone stoled the two nuclear warheads from these cities. If the cities were safe, having Stone with those things was much worst.

London....was reported to be the most powerful bomb of all the Greenlight arsenal and since Perseus wasn't able to have this file decrypted, they can't know it. This intel, we need to give them to the MI6 and even if we are maybe going to put a cold on the MI6-CIA relations, it's the only choice we had now because if Stone got this intel, he will maybe profit of it and blow up London to kingdom come. It will not happen with us, we're the only one that can stop Stone, not even the CIA can do it.

Once I was done with that one hour after I begin, I decided to return in the living room to see Garrett having come back from the basement, sit on the opposite couch from Park that was now fully awake again.

"Hey, you found something ?" He asked me as I stepped inside the living room.

"Well, Stone stoled the bombs from Rome & Brussels but....I learned that London's bomb is said to be the most powerful of Greenlight." I replied as I walked next to Park's couch, leaning on the armrest as Park was sit in the middle of the couch. "Is the MI6 aware of that bomb ?"

"No but now, they will have to know about it." Park responded in a low voice, making me & her on the same line of thinking. "We have to get this bomb out of service."

"We can ask the MI5 to deal with it, we have a new lead." Garrett said, making me look at me, curious.

"You got something from the guy in the basement ?" I questioned him, he nodded.

"Guy was wanted by the BND, he told us where we could find Vargas." He started, looking at the basement door direction "Greta is still with him as she think that he didn't tell anything."

"And where is Vargas ?" I crossed my arms above my chest, my eyes on looking either Park & Garrett and I could see some distress on Park's face. "Where ?" I repeated.

"Vargas....is in La Havana, Cuba !" She replied, making my blood froze and my chest to hurt me....Cuba....I hated the country because of what happened there....Lazar....."I'm sorry but....I can't go to Cuba."

"I....I....you can't ?" I was taken aback, removing myself from the couch, me going to Cuba....it's was like reliving a nightmare....and without Park next to me, I'm surely going to freak out at the instant I stepped out of the plane.

"It will be only me & you." Garrett told me in a low voice. "Greta need to stay here to interrogate the guy and Park...need to have some rest for her arm."

"Cuba...I don't know....is Vargas really there ?" I looked at Park who sadly nodded at me. "Fuck...I'm not sure of it but..." I started before I look down in defeat....I had to go in Cuba. "Fine, I will."

"Listen, if you don't want....."

"No, I will." I cut Park gently, biting my lips. "I'll go with Garrett, you need to rest here."

"I'll make a call for us to have a plane ready for us. It will be, I think, ready in a few minutes." Garrett exclaimed before he got up from his seat, grabbing his own satellite phone before leaving the room.

"I need....I need to go back to our room, just for some moments." I breathed to Park as I started to walk outside the living room, looking sad before I got up the stairs, joining my room and getting on the bed, looking at the ceilling.

I never thought that I will have to go back to Cuba again and I was scared of it and to return there. What happened last time....I don't want it to happen again...I don't want to freak out when I will arrive with Garrett on the Cuban soil, it will be like an struggle for each hour I will spend in Cuba. Five minutes after I got into bed, the door of the room opened, revealing Park that decided to laid down next to me.

"I'm sorry, Yiri." She whispered at me as I moved to look at her, her back against the bed before she moved her hand to put it on my cheek, cleaning some tears with her thumb.

"Why ?....why it need to be Cuba ?" I asked her and I know she couldn't respond to it with an clear response. "And...and you will not be here with me."

"I know, I'm so sorry." She said to me, sadly.

"Without you, I'm freaking out." I explained, referring to all situations where she wasn't there at my side. "It will be so hard for me."

"I'm...." She started before she moved my head, getting our foreheads against each other. "I need you to stay strong, okay ?" I grinned to her....a very little smile "That's what you told me an hour ago."

"I did." I breathed before I moved my hand on her face too. "You're the one making me strong here." I affirmed to her, my voice cracking about it.

"You too." She smiled at me and then, we could hear some knocks from the door.

"Yirina, the plane is ready for us, you're coming ?" It was Garrett himself behind that door, sounding worried.

"Yeah...I'm....I'm coming !" I slowly replied and after that, we could hear footsteps getting away. "Even if it's maybe going to be for just an day....I'm gonna miss you." I told to Park.

"I know, me too." She put her hand behind my head, pulling me for an kiss on the lips before I decided to got up from the bed, her staying on it. "Call me when you're there, Garrett will give you his phone for that."

"I will." I looked at her, saying it surely to call her as I walked next to the door before I put my hand on the door handly, hesitant to open it. "Stay safe, get well....and I love you, Park." I then slowly open the door, still looking at her and her, still looking at me, sad to see me leave like I was too.....

"I love you too, Yiri.....come back for me quick !"

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Traditional Values or Matrimony Before Children

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This Passage Contains Potentially: swearing, violence, blood, angst, whump, fluff and very smutty content.

Summary: Rod decides it's time to 'pop the question' because he can't risk losing Kirby after they have a massive argument following Kirby getting injured.

Kirby's POV:

"Maybe if ya were able to see things from my point of view, ya wouldn't be here right now!"

"Well, maybe if you weren't so pig-headed about the finish of the match, I wouldn't have ended up getting hurt!"

I had snapped by this point, we were in New Haven, Connecticut and Rod had rushed in at the end of my match against Orton.

The match ended due to outside interference as well as injury.

Piper had knocked me off the turnbuckle, right before I was going to hit a senton bomb on Orton, making me fall out of the ring, off of the turnbuckle and thus slamming my right elbow into the guardrail, leaving me in extreme pain and needing medical attention.

He had managed to make me sprain my elbow, putting it in a sling for three weeks and taking me off television for the next month.

Damien had told me to take the month off, not risking any sort of further injury.

From the sixth of May until the sixth of June I wouldn't be allowed to work and I pinned all of the blame onto Roddy.

I got Damien to drive the long way back to the house, luckily me and Roderick had separate keys.

I was so hot with rage that I decided to just go home, to Cardiff, forget all about America and Roddy.

I stewed in the anger for the full three weeks of healing, on the Twenty-ninth of May, I heard the front door open, fully ready to call everything quits I waited for him to get through the foyer and see me.

"Before ya leave me, let me know, did ya love me?"

"I, uh, I, God, Roddy," I couldn't hold back the tears and Rod came running up to me, I tried to push him away with my left arm but failed.

"My love, my love, shh, shh, it's okay, you're okay."

"Rod, I wanted to leave but then I got my citizenship finished up and everything was clear and I couldn't think of a life without you in it … And now is not the time to get horny."

"Oh God, I'm not, that isn't, I wanted to do this after I cheered you up, but I guess now is as good a time as any, uhm," he took a moment to collect himself and got in front of me next to the table and got down on one knee, "Kirby Trevor, I know I'm a mad Scottish bastard at times, and before you ask I did ask your parents for your hand," he got out a small black box from the pouch of his sporran and opened it, inside laying half set into the foam was a simple, slim, iron ring, "I know we're moving a little fast, but I can't imagine a life without you in it and, I'm not risking losing you for a third time, I would like to marry ya, if you would let me."

"Roderick, you're kidding."

"I'm not kidding, mo chridhe. It would make me the happiest man alive."

"Oh … my … God … Yes, Rod, Yes!"

He slipped the ring onto my left ring finger, pulling me closer and kissed my neck before hoisting me over his shoulder and taking me upstairs.

By the time I woke up the following day, Rod was putting an ice pack on my elbow.

"Roddy?"

"Morning, mo chridhe, are ya alright?"

"I'm fine, yesterday was real, right?"

Rod lent down to kiss me, running his fingers over the rings on my left hand, making me realise that instead of my usual three, there were now, in fact, four rings, all in a row. Yesterday was real, the almost argument, the breakdown, the proposal, it was all real.

Without much thought I got up and backed Rod against the wall, kissing his neck, his jawline, his lips, anywhere I could access, until he managed to back me towards the bed and throw me down onto it.

"I fucking love ya, mo chridhe."

"Rod, when are we getting married."

"When do you want us to get married?"

"As soon as possible. If it's possible"

Roddy made calls, several calls, to I don't know who but he managed to get us a civil ceremony on Friday the first of June.

Seeing Rod in the pale blue suit as I stood there in my satin, peach toned slip dress I suddenly felt complete, in a weird way, like I had found my other half. I guess that's why people call their spouse their 'better half'.

The matching wedding bands we had Rod had bought without me felt right, two Celtic wedding bands, one gold (being Roddy's) and one silver (being mine).

We got back to the house, now a married couple and likely to spend a lot more time near each other, seeing as Damien had outed me on television the day before our civil ceremony as Rod's girlfriend, and soon-to-be wife.

Captain Lou and Cyndi Lauper had both made statements on me and Rod being 'man and wife' with both of them believing that it was 'disgusting to see two freaks marrying each other'.

However, the other D.O.D members as well as Schultz, Orndorff, and Orton showing support.

Roddy took 'wedding night bliss' seriously. No condoms, no alcohol, just him and me and a potentially breakable bed.

Things started off the moment we got in through the front door, Rod quickly locking the door behind us as I took my heels off, now in just my satin dress, I started walking out of the foyer, Rod pulled me back, hoisting me into a bridal carry and taking me upstairs, kicking open our bedroom door before letting me down.

I managed to sit myself on the edge of the bed while Rod was preoccupied with taking off his suit, I focused back on taking off my dress, the zip up the back actually pretty easy to unzip and remove, standing back up and letting the dress slide off, hearing a groan from Rod and knowing fully that he was watching me, he soon saw the black lace leg garter and started grinning like a mad man.

"Rod, what are you thinking about?"

"I think you know, honey."

In a matter of about a minute or two, Rod had ripped off the garter with his teeth and started kissing from my mid-thigh up to my groin and then making his way up to kissing my neck and then my mouth.

Feeling the heat from Rod's groin as well as his erect member poking at my clit through two layers of clothing (his briefs and my boxers) and hearing him groan in my ear, I started sliding my hand down the front of Rod's briefs.

when we woke up the next morning, both still fully nude, Rod was just starting to wake up as I started to get dressed.

"Oh, there you are, my beautiful wife."

"My dearest husband."

"We've gotta get back to work, Honey."

"I know, Roddy, I know."

By the seventh of June we were back at work fully, each night before Rod had asked for my permission to try and get me pregnant and I agreed, most of the time it was either in a hotel bed or on the front bench of the D200.

On screen I was usually by Roddy's side often being treated as softer or more emotionally vulnerable when compared to him, but just as quick-witted and tough as him. A marriage of equals instead of your typical opposites attract.

On the ninth of June I was in Roddy's corner during his fight against Rocky Johnson at the Capital centre in Landover, Maryland. He pinned Johnson, later on that same night he filmed a Piper's Pit segment with Captain Lou.

I was once again in Roddy's corner for another win against Rocky Johnson on the fifteenth in Detroit.

Then again, another Roddy win against Johnson on the sixteenth in Hollywood, Florida's Sportatorium before he filmed another segment of the Pit with Lauper.

I had noticed that either my period was late this month or something was wrong because I still had some cramping pains but they weren't as bad as they usually would be if I was 'on'. I decided to drop my worries for now and to focus on staying by Rod's side as I knew if anything bad happened to me, he'd be the first to react.

We went to the CYC in Scranton, Pennsylvania for another one of Roddy's matches against Rocky Johnson on the 18th.

I noticed on the twentieth that I had started feeling tired much easier than before, often needing to sit down a lot quicker than I was used to.

Backstage at the Civic Centre in Erie, Pennsylvania on the Twenty-first. Instead of going out with Roddy like what had been planned, Billie and Vickie had pulled me aside and into a bathroom, locking all three of us in a small private bathroom stall originally meant for disabled patrons or staff members, Vickie started questioning me.

"How long have you and him been married?"

"Around twenty days, why?"

"Have you two been, y'know," Billie wiggled her eyebrows, "Active?"

"Ya mean sexually, of course. I'm his wife, what are you two doing?"

"Well, little 'sister' time to take a test."

"What, Vic, like a newlywed game or something?"

Billie pushed me backwards, forcing me to sit on seat of the toilet, still with my slacks on.

"This test," Vic pulled out an 'ADVANCE' box from her purse, "You look confused, Kirbs. It's a pregnancy test, tall-ass."

"No, no, I can't be, just, no."

"Take it, we'll guard the door."

Vic unlocked the door and they exited, leaving me to take the pregnancy test, I did what the test required and told Vic, who went through the steps, and started giggling to herself after the result came through.

"I'm going to be an auntie."

"Oh no, no, you're kidding, right?"

Vic wasn't kidding, she explained the test and the result and lo and behold my future had changed, I was expecting a child. Rod didn't know yet, but I didn't know how to tell him. Truly I love Rod, but how was I gonna explain this to him.

The following day (22nd June 1984) it was announced that 'Due to unforeseen circumstances' I was not wrestling for the next ten months.

On that Saturday (23rd June 1984) Rod had brought me on to Piper's Pit to address some questions about my nearly a year long departure from wrestling.

"I've had a lot of questions about why my wife is off your screens, ladies and germs, so here she is, my beautiful wife, Kirby Piper."

"Hi Roddy."

"Hello, beautiful. First of all, congratulations on marrying the strongest and most intelligent man in the WWF. Secondly, why have you decided to take a ten month break from active competition?"

"Firstly, thank you for marrying a female giant. Secondly, Rod, look me in the eyes."

He did as I asked, and so I continued.

"I am being completely serious, okay."

"Okay."

"Roddy Piper, I, as your wife, and as your friend, must be completely honest and tell you that I am," I took a moment to compose myself and realised that both the audience, as well as both Orton and Piper were hanging on my every word, "I'm, I am," I took a deep breath in to help calm myself down, "I am pregnant."

Barely above a whisper, I had said it just loud enough for the microphone Piper had customarily shoved in my face, the same way he did to all his guests, could pick up.

"Re, uh, repeat that, Kirby," Rod stumbled over his words momentarily, "If you, if ya wouldn't mind, my, my love."

Slightly louder than before, now at my normal speaking volume, rather than a whisper, I repeated my statement, "The reason I'm out of the ring for the next ten months is because I, the human being you see here, I am with child. I am pregnant."

Rod erupted, dropping the mic, which still continued to work and actually caught him yelling, "I'm gonna be a dad?! I'm going to be a father?!"

He dropped to his knees in front of me, I leant down to kiss him and he got up, having to lean down into the kiss for a moment. The crowd cheered from behind him, before they started chanting his name. He helped me out of my seat and Orton gave Rod the mic before helping me stand from the other side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, my wife, Kirby Piper, and the reason, oh my God, the reason she is out of active competition. I'm gonna be a father! Acey baby, I'm gonna be a dad, can ya believe it?!"

Rod leant up to kiss me, letting Orton let go of the other side of my back as Rod wrapped his arms around my waist and stayed in the moment until we both needed air, touching his forehead to mine as he huffed out an almost silent 'I love you, so much'.

END OF TRADITIONAL VALUES or MATRIMONY BEFORE CHILDREN

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Fight For You

"Why do people do this to themselves?" I shouted to Shawn and Peter over the roar of the crowd as Raul's fist made contact with his apponents cheek- a sickening crack ringing out around the cramped room."It's barbaric!"

"It's actually quite ordered," Peter counted,eyes not leaving the action. "There's more that they can't do than they can,"

"I still think it's stupid," I grumbled, before jumping and slapping my hands over my eyes as Raul copped a nasty hit to his chest.

The only reason I'd come to see the fight was to support Raul I'd been friends with the Triplets since we were about 5,having immediately hit it off with them on the first day of preschool.We'd been inseperable since, but I'd always had a soft spot for Raul,we just seemed to get each other- and he was always so protective of me.

In middle school he'd punched Jacob Connor's out (the resident bully) when he'd somehow found out I'd started my period and spread it around the school like wildfire. Raul had been given a 5 day suspension for it, but he'd always maintained that 'it was worth it, the little weasel got what he deserved.'

As we grew we only got closer,we were each other's confidant, the one person who we trusted with all our secrets, or biggest dreams and our deepest fears. That didn't stop us going through the awkward phase where you realise that maybe you like the other person, but are too much of a scaredy-cat to do anything about it.

Everyone could see it, my friends at school, Peter and Shawn, even my parents told me I should do something about it.

"Don't fret, Kara, your boy will be fine," Shawn laughed teasingly looking down at me bring me back to the present. The boys towered over me at 6'2 they were well over a head taller than me.

"How can you say that?He's your brother," I was appalled. They had absolutely no concern for the fact that their brother, their triplet no less was being pummelled like a car at a junk yard.

"Because," Shawn continued. "It might not look like it, but Raul has the upper hand, he's more agile on his feet, can move faster than the baffoon he's facing,"

I couldn't help but laugh at the description. Compared to Raul,the guy he was versing really did look like a monkey.

Despite the fact that ever fibre of my being wanted nothing more than to go up there and rescue him, I couldn't help but watch in awe as Raul served punch after stratigic punch to his apponents, before finally the referee called time and he was declared the winner.

"You know he does it for you," Peter spoke.

"Does what?" I asked confused.

"Fights, he fights for you, to impress you."

"Don't be stupid," I rolled my eyes, but I was stunned, was he really doing it for me? Why did he feel he needed to impress me?

"I'm going to the toilet," I called to Peter as people started slowly filing out the doors, satisfied with the gratuitous violence they'd witnessed, now no-doubt board.I needed some air,space to think.

As I made my way slowly towards the doors, being all but pushed,forced by the sheer numbers of people baring down on me I started to regret not asking one of the boys to accompany me.

This side of town wasn't exactly known as a safe haven and I wasn't even sure where I needed to go.

And Raul's words of warning 'never go anywhere this side of town without one of us,' rang through my head, as I made my way out into the alley behind the delapidated building and into the night air which was full of the smell of stale cigarette smoke.

"Hey there pretty," a group of guys yelled as I walked past, before wolf whistling. I shuddered and picked up my pace, reaching for my bag that was across my body to try and call one of the boys. I no longer felt safe, in fact I was starting to panic, my hands shaking as I dug blindly through my small purse trying to find my cell. In my haste and in attention, I failed to noticed a massive dip in the run down concrete and before I had a chance to correct it,my foot was falling in, my ankle twisting as I fell heavily to the ground. My hands stung as they made harsh contact with the gravel covered floor.

I sat there for a minute dazed, wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry. Why did this have to happen now? Why not when I was with the guys? I wondered, a few tears leaking from my eyes I scrubbed them away angrily trying to get up, but to no avail. It was useless. I knew I needed help, but I wasn't sure how to get it, there was no way I was going to ask the men down the street for help.

"Kara? Is that you," I looked up with a sigh of relief immediately recognising the voice and he tall figure. It was Raul, making his way out from behind the building,bag slung over his shoulder,still covered in a sheen of sweat, his muscle top sticking to his chest highlighting his toned physique.

"What happend, why aren't you with Shawn and Peter?" he asked jogging down the street and dumping his bag in the ground before bending down in front of me.

"I got lost," I sighed. I tried to move my ankle which was now throbbing,wincing as a sharp, white-hot pain shot through my foot.

"I'll kill those dimwits," he growled as he looked at me.

"Don't blame them, it was me. I went to find a toilet and I didn't ask one of them to come with me," I explained,my voice shaky from pain and fear.

"How could you be so stupid!" he yelled surprising me. He looked livid."How many times have I told you," he hissed shaking his head, reaching for my foot, but I yanked it away despite the instant ache of protest it gave off. If he was going to be a sick, I didn't want his help,I felt bad enough already.

"Why are you being such a fucking asshole?You know what, don't worry, I'll find my own way home," I spat,tears running down my cheeks unchecked as I glared at him. I struggled to get up, using the wall behind me as support, but eventually made it. As soon as I put weight on my foot though I collapsed. The firey ache that started instantly was now worse than ever.

"I'm sorry," he puffed out. "I'm just worried I'd hate for you to get hurt,I love you," he whispered the last part, by I heard it. It took everything in my power to stay calm,it wasn't like I didn't know it, but I'd never expected him to admit it.

"I am hurt," I replied cooly, pointing to my foot.

"More hurt," he amended his eyes going dark,the grim look on his face didn't make it hard to guess what he was thinking and I shuddered.

"I'm going to take the shoe off," he told me, working quicky but carefully to release my foot from the confines of the heel I'd been wearing.

I couldn't help the hiss that left my lips as it finally feel free.

"Sorry," he apologised softly, much calmer than before. "It's already swelling," he commented as he took the foot in his hand and carefully manipulated it.

"I don't think you've torn anything, but I'll wrap it to make sure," he nodded to himself, unzipping the bag he'd discarded beside me and pulling what looked like strapping tape out.

"How do you know so much?" I asked as he took my foot in his hands again, very carefully wrapping the fabric around it, before pulling it tight. I could feel it throbbing,but I said nothing, not wanting to complain. It did feel better than it had before, but I knew by the time I made it home it'd need to be iced.

"Honey you learn this stuff when you fight, you have to fiend for yourself," he responded,"There all done," he added as he admired his work.

"Give me your hand," he spoke.

"What?"

"Your hands, they're bleeding."

"Ohh," I held my hands out for him to take. He tipped some water onto them which stung like hell, and wrapped them, before placing a kiss on each of my knuckles, causing me to blush. It was lucky it was dark and dimly lit because I knew that itlf he'd noticed he would have teased the daylights out of me.

"Thank you," I took his hand that he was holding out and let him pull me up, leaning into him instinctively.

"No worries, wouldn't want an invalid walking around town now, it'd ruin the street cred," he winked, causing me to laugh. This was the side of Raul that I was used to, the cheeky, unapologetically flirty, protective Raul.

"Nah really, of course I'd look after you, you're my favourite girl," he kissed my forehead as we made our way to find the others at which point Raul promptly chewed out their ears about the dangers of leaving me alone and their completely mind-blowing stupidity which had them both looking extremely guilty.

It was quickly forgotten though as we went on to celebrate his victory, Raul never leaving my side,checking every so often that I was okay, even going so far as to find pain killers for me which helped a heap.

"Thank you," I told him again as we piled into a taxi- Peter already having gone home and Shawn still partying. Normally Raul was the party animal, but he'd insisted he go home with me to make sure I got there in one piece.

It wasn't like I was going to say no, I appreciated the sweet gesture.

"Don't sweat it. You're my girl," he answered, kissing me again, but this time on the lips momentarily stunning me.

"And you're my boy," I giggled,beaming.

"So how about we make this official?" he suggested, that cheeky grin that I loved so much present again.

"I thought you'd never ask," I responded, reaching up to kiss in again.

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Shisha Lounge Daydreams

Florian Munteanu x Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, Mentions of unprotected sex, m/f penetration, fingering, oral (m/f), choking, rough sex, smoking (Shisha), tiny bit of angst

Prompt: smutty little one shot. Reader sees Florian at one of his favorite Shisha Lounges in Munich while solo traveling and not so pure thoughts cross their mind.

Inspiration: “It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream” F. Scott Fitzgerald The Beautiful and The Damned.

You had been in Munich for the past two weeks, enjoying the last leg of your first solo traveling experience. Berlin and Frankfurt had been checked off the list as well as some amazing spur of the moment places off the beaten path you wouldn’t have found if you hadn’t gone by yourself.

Everybody back home had told you that it was dangerous, that it wasn’t a good idea, that other “stronger” women could travel alone, just not you. It didn’t help that friends and family started sending you articles about how dangerous the places you were planning on visiting were or the crime rate, etc. that they could think of for you to not go. You had thanked them all kindly for caring about you, but it only made you even more determined to want to go.

You had been invited to try out a local Shisha Lounge called Bo12 by some of your fellow hostel mates and had enjoyed the experience so much that you’d gone several times as a way to decompress after a long day of sightseeing. You had never heard of Shisha Lounges but realized that they were something that you had enjoyed. Seeing as today was your last day in Germany, you had invited some of the others from the dorm to join you in the late afternoon.

Joining you was Rosario from Spain, Fern and Simon from Australia, Philip and his mate Max from England and Margaux from France. Drinks were flowing, conversation light and laughing so hard your entire body was shaking from one another’s travel stories and mishaps.

You had been so engrossed with your group that you hadn’t seen the man whom you had dubbed the BFG (Big Friendly Giant) arrive with a few of the men you’d seen before and a few new ones. You’d given him the nickname a) because of the sheer size of him, his large frame towering over you and almost everyone he came into contact with, b) he just seemed to be one of the nicest and friendliest guys in the room, always laughing and joking with everyone he came into contact with and c) the book had been one of your favorites growing up. You had seen him here before and it looked like he frequented this lounge many times, but you could never bring yourself to talk to him. Who were you kidding, he was gorgeous and you were just, well, you. That didn't stop your mind from wandering unfortunately. He looked better than he did the last time you saw him, did he do it to torture the human population?

Taking a sip from your drink, you twist your head in the BFG’s direction and silently take him in. He was dressed casually, light jeans with a few cutouts, a white tee under a black leather jacket, his chain swapped out for a cross. The outfit was simple, his presence anything but. At least his shirt wasn’t the one that read “I must break you” like the first time your eyes landed on him. Yeah, you can break my back you had laughed absentmindedly then, the thought coming into your mind more and more as you had seen him.

You could hear him speaking to a waitress and order his drink, his deep voice washing over your body even from across the room, your eyes continuing to wander over his body. He turned slightly, most likely feeling your eyes on him. Embarrassed, you dart your eyes back to your group, hoping he didn’t catch your staring.

After a few minutes and a few more sips of liquid courage, you make sure he isn’t looking your way when you turn in his direction again. You take in his figure, his broad shoulders, and the muscles in his arms that make his leather jacket look tight, larger than life hands with thick fingers, his hair short with a fade and a nicely trimmed beard. He takes a long drag of his Shisha and exhales, the smoke casting a sensuous fog around him. He takes a bite of fruit from the assortment in front of him when some of the juice lingers. He licks the bit of it off of his bottom lip, slowly so he can savor every last bit of it. He’d use his finger to help with what’s left.

You imagine the way you’d reach for his short hair while his large hands are gripped around your thighs, pinning you to the bed as his tongue laps at your folds, smirking as he’s telling you how much he wants you to cum on his tongue. He’d treat you like you were a fine delicacy that only he could have, he’d be greedy and needy as you’d beg him to finally let you come, your voice hoarse from screaming. He’d be so commanding, adding one, then two of his long thick fingers as he curls them inside you to find your G spot until your back arches and you cum, again and again as you try to stifle your moans until you’re a boneless mess on the bed, aftershocks coursing through your body. To think what his tongue could do to your body that the rest of his hadn’t even done yet. What’s left of your arousal on his mouth would be treated like the fruit, savored and indulged because you were what he craved.

What?!? No, you can’t think like this. Not here, not with him in the same building. Your daydreaming causes you to look around to see if anyone can see where your mind had just wandered. Thankfully no one does, or if they did they give you the modesty of not calling you out.

You glance down at his hands, and the way his fingers curl around his glass. You imagine what it’d be like, those hands ghosting over your naked back, bringing you closer to his naked chest, your breasts a contrast to his hard masculine body.

You feel your face flush and your entire body begins to feel too hot. Why did he have to make you feel this way? Why couldn’t he just be like anybody else and leave you with no indifference towards him and let you go on with your life? No, that’d be too easy. You try and try countless times to return your attention to an interesting story involving an eyepatch, Uno Cards and why somebody couldn’t eat cotton candy (Fairy Floss) anymore, but how could you concentrate when he looks the way he does? You can do this, you can ignore him. That’s what you’re going to do.

Another erotic imagine flashes through your mind, this one of the two of you tangled together in bed, his arms bulging as he’s thrusting into you, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, with his tongue licking the droplets of sweat that’s started to collect on your skin. The way you’d run your nails up and down them, touching and committing every part of them to memory, caressing them as he grips the sheets on either side of your head, knuckles white from grasping them so tightly, your cunt feels like Nirvana and he wants to make it his haven. He tells you that he you’re his, that your body belonged to him and only him. You bite his shoulder, marking his skin in blissful possession.

His thrusting gets more erratic as the signs from your body he’s come to know so well begin to surface as you mewl and whimper, grabbing his ass and urging him to take your body harder and faster, his cock becoming even harder and thicker inside you, the delicious bite of pleasure and pain coexisting as he brings your body to it’s limits. He grips the headboard as an anchor, it smacking against the wall without falting, the other wrapped around your neck, isolating his hips to pound into you, his mouth glued to your ear as his grunts echo his movements. You’re going to get complaints from neighbors and envious stares from others.

Your pussy spasms around his dick, tears forming in your ears from the overwhelming pleasure he’s bringing your body, him swiveling his hips to prolong your orgasm. He mutters that he’s close and you hurriedly push him to his back, wrapping as much of your mouth around his girth as you can, tasting yourself and him. You hollow out your mouth and apply the tight pressure he craves, locking eyes with him as you bob your head up and down, feeling him in the back of your throat. He warns you that he’s about to cum and it spurs you on faster, using your hands and mouth to make him cum, his abdomen jerking from his own orgasm as thick ropes of his semen cover his lower stomach. You’re quick to lick it off of him as one hand is thrown over his eyes and one lazily playing with your hair as he tells you how much he loves when you lick him clean.

Your breathing begins to quicken. You need to leave, you need…you need…hell, you need him in any way, shape or form that you can get. If that meant a daydream version, so be it. But you couldn’t, not right now, not with him invading your thoughts the way he was. You needed some distance, and some privacy before your thoughts began to roam again.

You excuse yourself from the group and make your way to the toilets. After freshening up you take a look in the mirror and notice your reflection in it. Staring back at you is a woman with flushed cheeks, a small indentation on your lips from where you had bitten them to stop yourself from moaning aloud from any number of your earlier erotic thoughts. You can feel a slight dampness between your legs, evidence of your aroused state. You quickly grab a few paper towels, wet them and try to bring your body temperature down if at all possible. You bring the dampened towel to the back of your neck, hoping it helps.

Time away from the object of your fantasies only pushes them closer to the front of your mind.

He picks you up as if you barely weigh anything and places you on the bathroom countertop, strong hands running up the back of your thighs and under your dress as he hooks his fingers into your panties, pulling them down excruciating slow, nipping and biting your neck as he settles between them, his engorged erection pressing against your pussy with just enough pressure.

He tells you all the ways that you belong to him, your body was his to love and cherish, one hand slipping into you as he toyed with your clit. He would stroke you. Barely. Lazily. Just enough to keep you uncomfortably aroused and on edge. He promises endless ways he’s going to take you, and you in return. You joke that your bed wasn’t made for a marathon, but he grabs your face with the other hand and lifts it so your eyes look into his, eyes dilated from how much he wants you. With a roughened voice from lust, he explains to you that although yes a marathon, the bed is always optional, as is the wall, the shower, your ass bent over the sofa, his childhood bedroom (with a sly smirk of course), you on your knees and a mouth full of his cock, you bouncing on his dick as he demands you take him inch by inch, each location promised with a drag and pull of his hand. He pulls out of you just as slowly as he entered and brings his fingers to your mouth, the unspoken demand not needed as you taste yourself on his fingers. He helps you down off the counter and stuff your panties into his pocket as he leads you out of the bathroom.

You quickly run cool water over your face and return to the group, a fleeting glance in his direction as you settle back in. As the night comes to an end, you and the group pack up and head towards the exit, intoxicated on laughter and alcohol as you wait outside for your ride to head back to the hostel. You’re in a deep conversation when a large body bumps into you.

Please don’t be who I think it is, please don’t be who you think it is you repeat again and again as you look up.

“Es tut mir leid, ich habe dich nicht gesehen” he says apologetically. (I’m sorry, I didn’t see you).

You nod, and although you don’t understand German you get the just of what he said and turn back towards your companions and him to his.

Having him so close doesn’t make things easier. Seeing him from afar was one thing, but now actually being so close was torture. The smell of his cologne lingered in the spring air, invading your senses.

He says something else in German and his deep voice causes goosebumps to travel up your spine, you shaking a little from the intensity and his nearness, your body wound up so tightly from your sexual frustration with no relief in sight. It looked like yet another night of masturbatory fantasies were in store for you. Your breathing comes in shallow breaths as you do everything in your willpower not to turn your back and look at him for the last time.

What you didn’t expect was to see him off to the side, leaning against a wall, toothpick in hand and bringing it to his mouth and his eyes glued to yours. The next thing you know, he’s walking straight towards you.

“Tut mir leid, dass ich dich früher getroffen habe. Kann ich dir vielleicht ein Getränk als Entschuldigung kaufen?” He says in German. (Sorry about bumping into you earlier. Can I possibly buy you a drink as an apology?)

You look to him and then to one of your other friends, praying that somebody could hopefully help in translating what he said. When he notices that you don’t respond and have a confused look on your face, he chuckles and asks again, this time in English.

You’d only ever heard him speak German, but nothing could prepare you for how deep his voice was when speaking English, and although his form somewhat intimidating, his voice was soft and gentle. His accent only adding to his sex appeal and instantly skyrocketing into oblivion.

The things you’d want him to say to you as you’re having sex, the dirty talk, the whispered sweet nothings between English and German that you’d cherish countless times. You imagine him on his back as you’re both topless, you wearing nothing but your favorite pair of fishnet tights, running your hands down his chest. The way your name would sound coming off his lips when his head is tilted towards the ceiling as you’d suck him dry, or as he'd grip you hair tightly as he pounded into you from behind, the mixture of your moans as you come together from lazy morning lovemaking and even lazier cuddling.

You tell him that although it wasn’t necessary, tonight was your last night in the city and wouldn’t be able to accept the drink. You see him sigh in disappointment and mentally kick yourself for having to turn him down.

Outside, the sun is setting and reflects his green eyes that you didn’t know he had. You’d never want to look away from them when he’s on top of you, his body weight delicious reminder of why your body is so sore for days to follow, or you on top of him, his eyes piercing yours. His green eyes would say everything in those moments when words weren’t needed. Love, lust, admiration, joy, want, need, everything and so much more. The only time that breaking eye contact would be necessary would be in moments of pure carnal bliss.

“You have gorgeous eyes” You half whisper, half say to yourself, him, you don’t know.

“Thanks. I’m Florian, by the way” He laughs, “But all my friends call me ‘Big Nasty’” he finishes, getting out a pair of sunglasses to cover them as you blush from your accidental slip. He introduces you to two of the men you’ve noticed accompany him before, Masias and Sandro.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You reply, shaking his hand and those of his friends. “But my friends just call me Y/N” you reply, earning a chuckle from the now dubbed “The Big Nasty BFG”. You and the guys get into a conversation on how you had enjoyed Munich and the various Shisha lounges that you had tried in your tour of Germany. You find out that besides speaking fluent German and English, Florian also speaks Romanian and your earlier fantasy of him switching languages reappears.

All too soon your Uber arrives and wish the men a goodnight. As the car pulls away, you smile to yourself. As much as you wanted to accept the drink from Florian, the daydreams of an almost lover would be all you had of him.

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You can always read my other Florian writing by reading Early Morning Surprises Pt 1 and Pt 2.

As always, leave a comment or something. I do have some other things I want to write about for Florian since I have the writing bug. I for sure have something with fluff that I got inspired to write after finding a new artist, so cheers to that coming soon!

[bunnyhani]

Safe Haven

Pairing: Platonic! Han Jisung x Reader, Romantic Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: Fluff and angst

Summary: You love your boyfriend Hyunjin, that was for sure. And somehow, because of the amount of love you held for him, you did some stupid decisions. Including holding your concerns and struggles to yourself, in order to become a safe haven to him. Thankfully your best friend is there to knock you out of that mindset and makes you talk to Hyunjin. You're going to be just fine.

Warnings: Cursing, angst.

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You quickly gathered your stuff into your backpack and dashed out of the classroom, where you had previously sat for two hours. Jisung was hot on your tail as the two of you ran across the campus to where the next class was held. Although Jisung was an idol, he too had his limits. When both of you reached the classroom's door, Jisung was leaning onto his knees, while you were panting and honestly ready to collapse. You had made it before the class started, so you had a minute to spare. Not either one of you said a thing, before the harsh beating of your heart had stopped and you didn't feel like you were on the verge of passing out. You got upright and stared at Jisung.

"Never again. Never running through the whole campus. I almost died!" You started deadpanning, but nearing at the end of your sentence, you had started to whine. Jisung took a breath and nodded, eyes wide.

"Yeah no kidding. This shit isn't worth it. I would rather just be late like a half minute rather than killing myself and you on the process of trying to get to lecture on time. Plus miss Kim is always late", he said. You nodded in agreement.

"Maybe dying would be better than sitting two hours with miss Kim, trying to understand and learn math", you muttered as the said teacher opened the door to let all the students in. You and Jisung exchanged glances and sighed, heads hanging low as you walked into the two hours of torture.

You rubbed your head and stared at the math problem that was right in front of your eyes, written neatly into your notebook. It just didn't make sense and you let your head fall against the surface of the wooden table. You whined a bit at the sharp pain that you felt on your forehead, but made no signs of moving what so ever. Jisung groaned beside you and you heard a similar thud, as Jisung copied your actions. You both just lied there, for 5 minutes and just cursing the person who decided that these equations were needed.

"Tell me, Jisung. Where in the hell would I ever need this equation? To absolutely nothing! So why on earth am I learning this?" You raged as you lifted your head up and slammed your notebook shut in anger and frustration. Jisung flinched at the loudness of your voice, but didn't protest against your statement.

You and Jisung have been friends for a longer while. Probably four or five years to be exact. You two had gotten to know each other, when the boy had came back from Malaysia to try and audition for some company. You were there just to support your cousin, who was also auditioning, when you had met Jisung. Your cousin had left to get something to eat and leaving you to keep an eye on how quickly the other auditioners went by. You weren't mad at all, knowing that the stores were packed, you rather had stayed at the building, in case your cousin's turn came quicker than expected.

Jisung was waiting for his turn anxiously, lower lip caught in between his teeth. He seriously looked like a scared squirrel. You were also very anxious and still a bit new to speaking korean, you still managed to say hi to him. He had greeted you back and the next few minutes was a bit awkward, but in 20-30 minutes, you two were talking about everything and anything. Jisung didn't make fun of your weird accented, broken korean, but tried to get you talk more. He was supportive and encouraging, in those 30 minutes that you had been talking with him. Of course, you were still self conscious of everything you said and did, but that was nothing new. You were just a ball of anxiety.

When your cousin came back, she was nervous for two reasons: 1. She was worried about her auditions. 2. Who were you talking to, so comfortably? After explaining briefly what was going on, she smiled softly and joined the converstation. When your cousin went to audition, you and Jisung waited with shaking hands and tension so thick, that it could be cut with a knife. Jisung tried to reassuare, that everything would go well. He proved himself to be a very nice emotional support.

At the end of the day, you and your cousin waited for Jisung's turn and waited for him to come back. Your cousin had to leave, as she had some plans with her family, but you were alone, so you just stayed and waited. You had nothing better to do either way. You were alone in a foreign country, your only relative also had some plans to do and just sitting alone in the dorms with your roommate (who you didn't know well) and awkwardly try to interact with her. Staying and waiting for Jisung was the best decision you had made right after deciding that you would move to Korea to study. Jisung smiled brightly, when he came back and noticed that you had kept your word and had stayed. You and him talked some more, exchanged numbers and also found out that you two were going to the same school. To say that you were excited was an understatement. After that, you have been basically glued to each other's sides. Well... As much as he could with his busy schedule.

Finally, when the two hours of math was finally over, you and Jisung sluggishly dragged yourselves out of the classroom. Your eyelids felt heavy and you yawned, so that your eyes watered. You just wiped your eyes tiredly and Jisung quietly said:

"I feel like my last brain cells just died." You tiredly snorted and said:

"I wasn't aware that you had any at all. But yeah same." Jisung just jabbed his elbow to your ribs and and you groaned, slapping his hand away from you. You glared at him halfheartedly and Jisung responded to it by smiling innocently.

"Jisungg... I'm so tired, that I feel like I'm going to... I don't know, faint", you said, voice suggesting that you were being sarcastic. You actually weren't. You just didn't want to worry Jisung too much, but you just had to get off of your chest. Jisung glanced at you, frown tugging his lips, eyebrows furrowed. He looked concerned and you felt bad for saying it. Jisung knew you well enough to know that you were actually serious and suggested:

"Do you want some coffee? We have a 20 minute break now, we can go get some." You just nodded. You knew that if you didn't get any caffeine to your system soon, you would collapse or start crying, because of how exhausted you were. Neither of those options sounded appealing. You usually didn't like to drink coffee, but right now, you didn't have a choice.

Jisung sat next to you, scrolling through his phone, but every so often peeking at you to make sure you were doing okay, as you drank the iced coffee, that you just bought from the grocery store near the school. Now you had returned and were sitting on the school benches. It didn't take too long, before you were done with your coffee (you actually loved iced coffees) and stood up to throw away the cup. You got up too quickly though. Your vision got dark, ears ringing and head pounding, you swayed on your feet. You didn't exactly understand what was going on or what were you doing, but you did realize that you had to take support of something. You tried to grab onto anything that could stabilize you and prevent you from falling and possibly injuring yourself. You presumably took a tight hold on Jisung's jacket and gripped so hard that your knuckles were white. You felt Jisung grab onto you. Finally, you got your vision back and your ears stopped ringing. Jisung's eyes were wide and the boy's hands were holding your shoulders.

"Jesus, Y/N. Are you okay?" He asked frantically. You nodded and breathed out deeply. Even though, you said that you were fine and that you had just stood up too quickly, he still insisted on walking with linked arms. The rest of the school day consisted of you snoozing on clases and Jisung being glued to your side, making sure that you actually didn't fall over. Your normally good observation skills were now severly lacking, due to tiredness, so the boy became also your eyes, pulling you away when you were about to bump into people. You did feel guilty for making him do this for you, but you just were so tired. Also, Jisung kept reassuaring that he really didn't mind doing this for you, saying that you would do the same for him. It wasn't a lie, your tired mind couldn't come up with any protests or comebacks so you decided to just nod.

The school day ended, you and Jisung made some plans that you would hang out in the dorms to do homework and work on your projects. The trip to the dorms went pretty quickly and you started to perk up. You were a bit annoyed that you were basically dead in school, where you were supposed to be awake and focus and now when you didn't need to focus your attention 100% to something, you started to feel normal. Jisung didn't mind. At all actually. He was just glad that you were feeling better. He comforted that now you can focus and catch up on the studies that you missed during the day. You agreed easily and walked to the Stray Kids dorms.

The dorms were empty and silent, when the two of you got there. You shrugged it off, heading to the kitchen table. Jisung followed behind you and scattered your books to the table. You glanced at Jisung and nodded, with a determinded look on your face. You two worked effectively, coversing at the same time about the topics that you were working on. Jisung had always been easy to work with, at least to you. With him you could easily propose an idea without fearing that he might make fun of you. At least seriously. Slowly but surely, the pile of homework started to decrease, but so did your patience. You gritted your teeth, as you were faced with math problems again. Jisung was trying to understand the concept of it all, in order to help you both out. Suddenly, a light bulp went on in your head.

"I got an idea! If you try to figure out the concept of that bullshit, I'll try to learn how to teach you that one english assingment, that you have a hard time with", you said, with a bright smile. Jisung tapped his chin with his index finger and then pointing it at you, accusingly:

"Are you just trying to escape math homework?"

"Yes", you admitted easily. Jisung chuckled at your honesty, but agreed. For some reason, that one english grammar exercise just didn't make sense to him. After the little negotiation, you dove back to work.

In the span of next two and a half hours, you had managed to finish all the homework. In that time you and Jisung had the time to have 2 mental breakdowns and down maybe a few cups of coffee. To say that you were exhausted didn't feel like it was enough to describe how you were feeling. Jisung watched as you laid your head on the table and sighed. He observed your state. You looked absolutely wrecked and burned out. Only he had seen you in that state, he realized. Not even your boyfriend, Hyunjin had seen you like that. In fact, Hyunjin had seen you, when you were smiling and laughing. Or just... Blank, but never when you were truly having a hard time.

"Y/N... Have you ever realized, that you have never shown your weaker states in front of Hyunjin? Why? Do you not trust him?" He asked, straight to the point. He might be your friend yes, but so was Hyunjin. He wasn't accusing you, but he was curious. Your wide eyes told him, that he had caught you off guard. You were silent as you thought about it.

"I have kind of realised, that I tend to do that. I don't know... I feel like I need to be strong and not to burden him with my own problems. I'm his safe haven", you replied, eyebrows furrowed and lips tugged into a frown.

"You know you can trust him, right? He's understanding and wouldn't judge you, because you're a human too. And more importantly, he's your boyfriend", he said. You nodded in agreement.

"I guess I was trying to... I don't know.. Be something more than a human apparently. I feel like he deserved a space where he can be comfortably without any stress or anything", you replied, playing with your fingers. Jisung's frown disappeared and his eyes turned fond at your explanation. You truly were one the most selfless people he had ever met. He admired and hated you for it. You continuously ignored your own needs, emotions in favor to help others.

"You know that's not going to do any good to you if you keep doing this. Not to you, yourself or Hyunjin. What if one day he finds out that you've been bottling all this inside you and starts to question that do you trust him. Or what if you start lashing out?" he asked. Even though you didn't want to admit it, those thoughts had occurred to you too. It gave you the shivers and made you want to curl into a ball.

"Yeah I know... I just don't know how to open up about these things so suddenly. Like am I supposed to dump all my burdens and worries to him?" you asked, voice feeble. Jisung froze. Well, he hadn't thought about it that far. He smiled sheepishly and scratched his neck. You huffed out an amused chuckle and rolled your eyes. A calm, controlled silence settled over you two as you both got sucked into your thoughts. You thought about the ways how to open up about your hardships without overwhelming Hyunjin. You tapped lightly on the kitchen table, where your books were waiting to get picked up and put back into the backpack. Your mind was too far away from this world to even realize something like that. Your pondering session got interrupted by the very person, who you both were thinking about: Hyunjin. The front door opened and closed quite briskly and you heard the shoes clank to the floor as they were toed off. You and Jisung simultaneously turned to look at the kitchen entrance, only to your boyfriend march in with a tired smile, which only got larger at the sight of you. He loped the last few steps and captured you into his arms.

"Hello, baby", he whispered quietly into your ear and pecked your cheeks. You squirmed a bit and smiled happily. Jisung just eyed the two of you softly. You two cared about each other so much and people needed to be blind in order not to see it. You leaned against Hyunjin and sighed tiredly. Your face was a bit pale and eye circles started to resemble a raccoon's mask, Hyunjin noticed. The warning bells in his head started to go off at the sight of you, so tired and exhausted.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he craned his neck to look at your face. You made quick eye contact with Jisung, he nodded firmly. You swallowed thickly and said:

"Not really... School's crushing me currently." Jisung gave you pointed look.

"And today was really hard." Another pointed look.

"I dozed off in many classes." And Jisung  groaned and said:

"Y/N nearly passed out today." Your eyes widened and you reached forward over the table to swat him rather aggressively. You heard Hyunjin gasp behind your back, but you were focused on smacking the life out of your best friend. Jisung tried to block you, but his attemps were in vain. That was until Hyunjin decided to take a pity on Jisung and pulled you back, by wrapping his long arms around your waist.

"What happened?" Hyunjin asked, he sounded corcerned, terrified even.

"Jisung is being over-dramatic! I just got up too quickly!" You said while throwing death glares at Jisung. Jisung stuck out his tongue and crossed his arms. After awhile of thinking he finally opened his mouth.

"Yeah that too. But that most definitely wasn't the only factor that played a part in this. We've had exams, group projects and essays coming at us mercilessly so none of us have been sleeping nearly enough. You're tired, Y/N. It's okay", Jisung reasoned to you. You stared at your best friend in.. awe? Respect? You didn't know, but what did you know, was that your body relaxed at his words. Like you had been unconsciously tensed and his words were the key to let yourself relax. Maybe it was the fact, that you felt like now your feelings were justified. The feeling of exhaustion and getting reminded that other people still had it worse than you. Of course you knew that it was true, but it didn't mean that your feelings should've been just pushed aside. You just leaned against Hyunjin, who had been quiet this whole time, rubbing your arms comfortingly. Now when the tension was gone, your body was lax and the real tiredness started to make your eyes droopy.

"Okay, now we will take a nap and talk about this after. Okay, baby?" Hyunjin suggested. Well, it was more like command. You agreed easily, you were getting tired again.

"But what about you, Jisung? Will you be fine?" You asked, eyes scanning him. Jisung smiled gently and shook his head, replying:

"Yes, I will be fine. I'll take a nap as well, I'll just clean up the kitchen table. Just rest." And with that, you let Hyunjin drag you to the dorm's bedroom. He gently pushed you onto the bed and let you situate yourself comfortably on the bed, before joining you. He wrapped himself around you, cuddling tightly your back, then pressed his face into the crook of your neck. You usually were kind of awkward when people got close to your neck, but you made an exception with Hyunjin. You could feel his heartbeat against your back, his breath fanning across the skin of your neck. You felt the most comfortable, that you've felt in weeks. So you let your droopy eyelids close and fell into the dreamland. It wasn't haunted by nightmares this time.

The next time you opened your eyes, you noticed that you were actually facing Hyunjin. He wasn't wrapped around your back anymore, his nose was touching yours and you could almost count his eyelashes from this distance. You didn't have the heart to move from your position at all, he looked so peaceful like this. Sleeping, no signs of any stress or concerns. You smiled softly at him and let your hand wonder through his hair, after remembering that the boy could probably sleep through the apocalypse. His hair was fluffy, a bit rough from all the hair dye. You let your hand trail his features with light touch, just gently caressing the skin as you went by. Then his eyelids started to flutter, then those beautiful brown eyes opened. His gaze seemed a little out of focus for a moment, then they looked up to your eyes. Your breathing hitched a bit, but nobody needed to know that. Your lips lifted themselves into a smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling a bit. The amount of adoration you felt towards the boy, was almost too much to handle, so you kissed his nose. Hyunjin broke into a smile too.

"What was that for?" he asked, voice a bit hoarse from the lack of use. You just shook your head and mumbled something about him being cute. His cheeks flushed into a pretty pink color and laughed a little. You cooed at him again, this time lightly pinching his cheeks. He just let you do it, before pushing your hands away from his face with an adorable giggle. After that, there was a silence. Not an awkward one, not at all. You were just fondly gazing at each other. Then Hyunjin opened his mouth and said quietly:

"We should talk." There was a moment of confusion, but you soon understood what he was talking about. You sighed heavily, but nodded. It had to be done. You fiddled with your sleeves and looked around the room. Hyunjin sighed and took a hold of your hands, halting their movements.

"You're not getting interrogated here. I just want to hear how you've been doing lately", he said with a soft yet firm voice, not exactly leaving room for arguments. You nodded and said:

"I'm just going to spill everything. I don't want to drag this conversation any longer than it needs to be." The boy in front of you nodded and squeezed your hands.

"Yeah so... I might have been an idiot for the last few months. I may or may not have kept my struggles and concerns from you in order to become a safe haven for you. You've been so stressed and I just... I don't even know what was I even thinking when I made that decision. I guess I was just thinking about the amount of stress you already had about your job. I didn't want to be a reason for your concern. So that's how it went on", you told. In movies and in books they always said how relieving it felt to finally confess your long held concerns, but you just felt neutral. Calm. There was no wave of relief or tension. Just calm. You waited for Hyunjin to process it all, when he was done, he asked, stuttering a bit:

"I.. Okay... Is there a specific thing that's been bothering you?" You stopped to think about it. Only one reason popped to your mind, really.

"School. It's been trying really hard to bury me under. It's been stealing my sleep and by taking my sleep, it simultaneously made my focus.. Crap", you admitted bluntly. Hyunjin sighed.

"Is that why you nearly passed out today?" He asked seriously. You nodded, Hyunjin tut-tutted at you, making you lower your head sheepishly. Hyunjin grabbed your chin gently and lifted your head so he could look at you in the eyes. He took time to just observe you. He wasn't mad at you for your actions, because he understood why you did it and were glad that came clean about it to him. It just showed that you cared about this relationship.

"I'm not mad... I'm just concerned about you, it's okay to show that you're tired and exhausted, even though it does hurt me a bit. But that's normal, that's how relationships work: Both parties take turns to worry about each other. It just shows that you care. So you shouldn't feel bad about being tired... Being human", he gently scolded you. You nodded. Then you surged forward to tackle him into a hug. You held him as close as you possibly could. Hyunjin smiled softly and brought his hands around you. You two were going to be just fine.

"We're going to have to thank Jisung. He was the one who made me realize that I really need to talk about this. That what I'm doing right now isn't healthy", you confessed. Hyunjin just nodded against your shoulder, pulling back and having the most beautiful smile on his lips that you've ever seen.

"I'm still proud that you did it. Maybe Jisung did encourage you, but it was still you, who made the decision to talk to me about it. So give yourself a bit more credit here", he said, while stroking your cheek with gentle motions. You leaned into his touch and looked at him with adoration. You were so lucky to have him. And of course you were lucky to have a best friend like Jisung.

[ask-the-eddsworld-boys-blog]

Your tomatt fic was so nice I loved it to pieces! I also love the fact you didn't use Matt's real last name bless you kind soul. Tho I wanted to ask if you could potentially do another tomatt fic? Maybe like a first/blind date sort of thing? I understand you're busy tho pfpf but again thank you for that fic and I hope you have a really great day sweetheart!

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I can’t help but feel Matt is ooc aaa I hope it’s okay.

It was a nice, simple day of doing jack shit until Edd, the son of a bitch popped his head into Tom’s room, wicked grin on his face. That was the first clue something was going to go wrong. Then, after dragging Tom out of his haven, he leaned down so they were so close he could feel his friend’s breathing, he had said five words that made Tom’s blood go cold.

“I got you a date.”

They both had then proceeded to scream for different reasons. Tom did, because he didn’t agree for Edd to set him up, wasn’t ready, and Edd was just screaming because he was screaming. After the screamfest, Edd dragged his friend back into his room and forced him to wear something nice, and get ready, because it’s at seven and he was not going to let Tom be late.

That is how he was here now, in Edd’s old beat up car, wearing a black shirt and ripped jeans with a black and white checkered tie and matching bracelets. Edd was jumping his seat, frantically wishing him good luck and giving bone-crushing hugs. Tom slams his head on the dashboard and groans. “I can’t do this, Edd.”

“Sure you can, he’s a cool guy!”

“It’s a guy!?” Tom yelled, sitting up straight again. “I haven’t been on a date with a guy since highschool!”

Edd huffed, patting him on the back. “You’ll be fine! I’ve known him for awhile, you’ll love him. His name’s Matt. Now go!” Edd shoved Tom towards the car door, all the while Tom complaining. When he finally got out the car, he slammed the door shut, and Edd peeled off, tires squeaking as he hightailed it away. Tom sighed.

“Guess I’ll have to walk home later.” He huffed, turning and walking into the diner he’d been dropped off at. It was a bit run-down but still had some class. It reminded Tom of the nights he’d sit in it during highschool, either fucking around with his friends or just listening to music and looking at rain outside. Something poetic that was calming to him. He trudged up the steps and swung open the door, ignoring the painfully loud bell on his way in. The place was empty, except for the employees behind the counter. He went and sat in a booth around the middle, leaning against the corner where the leather seat met wall. He checked his phone, the time reading 7:10. Fuck. He was still a bit late, despite Edd’s efforts. Did the guy leave already? He would be impatient if that was the case. Tom tapped his fingers against the diner table, pushing down his anxiety. He looked outside, watching as the sky grew darker. Gazing outside, he let his mind wander.

After awhile of silence, the loud ring of the bell by the door jolted Tom out of his dazed-out state. Looking over, a tall ginger had walked in. They made eye contact, and he smiled and waved at Tom. He weakly waved back, mostly just staring at the dude. Shit, he was hot. The man Tom could only guess was Matt walked over and leaned on the table, still smiling. “I take it you’re Tom?”

“Yep.” Tom replied quickly.

“Edd’s friend?”

“The one and only.”

Matt laughed at that, and slid into the booth across from him. Tom smiled a bit. The most he usually got out of someone was a chuckle. “So, uh.. what’s up?” Matt asked, clearly lost as for what to do. Tom was in that same boat.

“Nothin’ much, I guess. I was dragged out of my room and then back into it, though. It’s been a bit of a quirky day.”

Matt chuckled again, and Tom smiled. Matt leaned back and twiddling his fingers. “You, uh, want to get something to eat?”

Tom blinked. “Oh, shit- yeah, that’d be nice.”

And so the night went on.

They made idle chatter, which then turned into a loud, laugh-filled conversation, filled with Tom’s dick jokes and Matt’s absent-mindedness, it was quite a spectacle. Whenever Matt laughed at one of Tom’s jokes, it made him melt in his seat. It was the most beautiful music he’d ever heard. When he didn’t understand one though, Tom would just pull up a picture of some obscure image that, miraculously, explained the joke. Matt, surprisingly, had a lot of stories to tell, all that Tom wanted to hear all about. He said he was a musician. Matt was a part-time model. He pointed out it all started with an ’M’, like his name. Tom kept smiling throughout the whole thing. He couldn’t recall a single other damn night he had been so at ease and happy, and even more surprisingly, with some hot, intriguing guy he’d just met. Though, the longer the blind date went on, the more Tom realized. And felt. And laughed. This dude wasn’t just a piece of hot ginger ass, his personality was also great. His voice was absolutely brilliant. He just hoped Matt liked him as much as he was warming up to the ginger.

After about an hour and a half go by, Matt takes both of Tom’s hands, holding them in his own. “Tonight was a lot of fun, Tommy! It’s been amazing talking to you.”

Tom’s face flushed, and he looked down at their hand-holding session. “Thanks, you too.”

Matt leaned forward then, and planted a quick kiss on Tom’s cheek. Before he could fully pull away though, Tom reached up and grabbed the collar of his lavender shirt, and pulled him back in. Their lips met, and Matt almost fell against the table. His lips were soft and much more perfect compared to Tom’s chapped ones. Tom pulled away, and Matt slumped back in his seat, dazed. Tom smirked as Matt let out a soft sigh, before quietly asking, “Is that what third base is?”

Tom burst out laughing, holding his stomach as Matt joined in too. They both laughed until Matt stood, panting from the outburst. “Alright, I should go.”

“You know what third base actually is?” Tom smirked.

Matt rolled his eyes. “Of course! Now, you better call me or something. This was real fun, we have to go out again sometime.”

“Yeah,” Tom replied, staring at the man. He didn’t want him to leave just yet. “I definitely will.”

Matt smiled, teeth bright as the sun as he hopped up and down for a few seconds before waving and yelling goodbye as he left the diner. Tom stayed sitting at the booth, staring at the door before shifting and looking out the window. He couldn’t see Matt anywhere, he must have turned around the corner. Slowly, he got out his phone and texted a quick message for his friend to haul ass and come pick him up.

It was a short ten minute wait until Edd finally arrived. By then, Tom was exhausted from all the interactions. Edd leaned back, waiting for Tom to tell him about the night. Instead, he just slumped in his seat, kicked his feet onto the dashboard and closed his eyes. Edd huffed. “So, how was it?” He asked.

“’M tired.” Came the annoyed reply.

Edd rolled his eyes. “Good? Bad? Tolerable but you just want to get drunk to forget it?”

Tom was quiet for a bit. Edd sat there, waiting patiently for an answer. Finally, Tom quietly said just the thing he was hoping for.

“It was.. nice.” His cheeks blushed a gentle pink, and he turned his head away so his friend wouldn’t see it. Edd made an excited, sort of squeak sound, and he jostled his friend around.

“You like him!” He squealed.

“Edd, god damn it. Fuck off.” He groaned, mumbling at the end. Edd looked like he was about to explode.

“You are going out with him again and I will not take no as an answer.” He huffed, getting out his keys.

Tom rolled his eyes. “I was planning on doing that already.”

“Good.” Edd nodded before starting the car. As they drove down the road, he leaned close to his friend’s ear and whispered, “Remember to use protection.”

“Edd you asshole!” Tom screamed while Edd snickered as they drove away from the small diner.

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FOOLS - Chapter 5 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

Jason and Noah were still outside and it had been fifteen minutes since I walked back into the house.

How long did it take them to get high?

Why did they feel the need to get high?

Didn't their middle school make them go through the D.A.R.E program?

I couldn't stop thinking about it and it wasn't even a big deal... was it?

So when Cater got up and said something about going to the bathroom, I waited before he's out of sight and blurted out...

"Noah smokes weed," to my sister and Emily.

The two girls looked up from their phones.

"Yeah, Noah and Jason have been smoking weed since they were like thirteen," Emily told me.

"Jeez," Haven muttered.

Thirteen? Five years of smoking pot... I mean I guess weed isn't that bad, right?

But, at thirteen?

I heard it's a gateway drug.

"Yeah but don't let Kaitlyn know. She caught Noah smoking once and totally flipped out. She has to do a drug test for volleyball and she thought Noah cumming inside her would leave a trace of it."

Emily chuckled.

"She's such an idiot but I love her."

Emily must've seen a sour look on my face, which I hadn't realized I was making until she said...

"Oh, right. No talk of hetero sex," she joked.

Haven laughed.

It wasn't the 'hetero' sex that bothered me but whom the sex was between.

Then Haven switched the subject before I could rebuttal Emily's statement.

"Who's Zachary Price?" my sister asked with a tone that read she had a crush on him.

"Zach Price? Why?" Emily questioned.

"He's in a few classes of mine. He sits next to me in math and he just followed me on Instagram," she told us with a smile.

"Oh, girl don't do it," Emily said.

"Zach Price is a fuck boy. He'll ruin your life."

"But he's so..." Haven started, still smiling down at her cell-phone.

I looked over her shoulder and she was scrolling through his Instagram.

She pulled up a picture and turned the phone more toward me.

My eyebrows raised, damn, he was definitely hot.

He was clearly on the football team 'which I almost rolled my eyes at because Haven always dated football players'.

He looked tall and buff... too buff.

I bet he went to the gym every day and took pictures of himself to post on his Stories and drank too much protein shakes.

He had blonde hair that was styled like every typical F-boy high schooler, really Haven?

Zach was hot but basic but then again, my type was brunettes, not blondes.

Noah was my type if I was being honest, which was why I already had a shallow crush on him.

Just for his looks but his personality sucked.

"Attractive? Charming? Flirtatious?" Emily filled in the blank for Haven.

"Yeah, that's how he gets ya'. Last year, Chelsea Flenderson got sucked into his charm and she was head over heels for him. Obsessed with him and he treated her like an object. Like dirt and then he cheated on her. Don't follow him back. He'll DM you. That's how it starts."

But Haven had already followed him.

My sister had always been one to fall for the 'bad boys'.

"Good luck," I spook to only my sister as I patted her shoulder.

"What's starting?" Carter asked, walking back into the T.V. room and then finally Jason and Noah came in, laughing about something that I wasn't too sure was actually humorous given their intoxicated state.

"Zach Price took an interest in Haven," Emily said with a smirk.

All three guys made a disgusted sound and cringed.

"Not an interest," Haven defended herself.

"He followed her on Instagram," I added despite my sister.

Haven whacked me with a decorative pillow making me squeal.

"Yeah. Don't trust, Zach. He's an ass," Carter claims, taking a seat on the La-Z-Boy.

Jason had walked off in the direction of the restroom and then, the last thing I thought would happen, happened.

Noah sat right next to me, I could smell his sweet cologne again.

"And that's Carter calling Zach an ass, that's saying something," Noah jested.

I laughed then stilled when Noah leaned back into the couch and placed his arm on top of the couch cushion.

BEHIND MY HEAD.

'Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. What was he doing?'

I mean technically, his arm wasn't around my shoulder but it might as well have been.

Didn't he know I was a gay, hormonal teenager who EASILY CRUSHES ON HOT GUYS?

'Chill out Sam, jeez-louise. Who cares?'

Noah was just a very attractive guy, get over it.

He got mad way too quick making me confused... like a mysterious, brooding, sexy... oh my goodness stop.

Noah was not brooding, he was just rude and mean and he was... standing up?

I watched as Noah got up from the couch.

I must've missed the previous conversation due to my... distracting thoughts because Noah was saying something like...

"I can go get it."

And because I was an idiot, I said...

"Do you need help?"

'Was there eagerness in my tone? There might've been but we didn't need to talk about that,' I thought, nervously.

I didn't even know what Noah was going to get but nonetheless and quite surprisingly, Noah shrugged.

I took that as a tolerable 'sure' and stood up.

Haven gave me a teasing, knowing look, so I glared at her before following Noah.

Which, I found out, downstairs was where we were headed.

I walked behind him as he opened a door, flipped on a light and began stepping down the  wooden stairs.

No, I did not notice the waistband of Noah's briefs sticking out from his black sweatpants 'Pair of Thieves was the brand' and I 'definitely' did not watch his butt the whole time he descended the stairs.

I exhaled for what felt like the first time when I got to the finale step.

The basement was huge but empty, save for a few objects.

There was an old T.V. stationed on an equally old and equally dusty entertainment center.

I was positive the television didn't work.

There was also a treadmill that was dust free, Emily must've used it often and two bins near the back.

Which looked to be where Noah was headed.

It was odd because Emily's house was so full and put together upstairs, yet downstairs seemed abandoned.

"So, um, what are we getting done here again?" I asked, rubbing my arms.

It was chilly down there.

Noah removed the lid off of the top bin and squatted down to search through it.

"Did you not hear all of us agree on watching a horror movie?"

"Horror?" I questioned, hoping my tone didn't convey the nervousness I felt.

I hated horror movies.

Noah paused at digging through the bin of, what looked like, DVD's.

He turned to face me, gave me a quizzical, yet teasing look.

"Don't you like horror movies?"

'Heck no.'

"Yeah. I like horror movies," I lied nonchalantly, with a nod.

Noah made a 'pfft' sound and went back to searching for movies.

"You're a shit liar."

He must've found the agreed-upon movie because he replaced the lid back over the bin with a DVD in hand.

Back at his full height 'a good four or so inches taller than me' Noah looked at me with bored eyes and said...

"You didn't need to come down here with me."

Definitely not for just a stupid DVD.

Which, by the way, who owned DVD's anymore?

But, then I had to think of a reason as to why I'd offer to help in the first place... and as Noah said, I was a terrible liar.

"I... didn't know if you wanted to bring the whole bin upstairs."

Noah stepped closer to me, his black t-shirt clang to him in all the right places.

"This is your first time here, how would you have known Emily has bins of horror movies in her basement?"

Checkmate.

"So, why'd you come down here?"

My nervous laugh came through again.

"Ah hahaha, um good point. I actually wanted to... talk to you, um, privately about... uhhh where you get your..."

'Gosh dang it, Sam, you always embarrass yourself.'

Noah raised his eyebrows, willing me to continue with my knowing lie but he also looked a little amused.

"Your..."

I glanced down at his hips then immediately back up to his eyes,

"Sweatpants. They look really comfortable."

Noah just stared at me for a moment then laughed.

"You're such a dumbass, let's go," and he walked past me and was already on the stairs.

"Meat-head. I know," he finished my sentence with a dry tone but he glanced at me with a smirk, before continuing upstairs.

Okay, maybe Noah's personality didn't completely suck.

********

Yeah, I definitely hated horror movies.

Especially The Conjuring, which was the lovely movie everyone choose.

Jason had the brilliant idea of turning off all of the lights, so it was pitch black in the house besides the film glowing through the sixty inch T.V. screen.

I was huddled on the middle seat of the couch with my legs brought up, so I could burry my face in my knees at any given spooky moment.

Haven was to the left of me and get this, Noah was on my right.

A large blanket 'that I had requested' was laying over all three of us.

Emily was curled up in Jason's arms 'I found out they were friends with benefits but they seemed to like each other more than they were letting on'.

And Carter was on the La-Z-Boy, shouting at the character on the screen to 'tuck your feet in, dumb fuck-head.'

She didn't tuck her feet under the blanket 'which is what Carter warned her to do' and an unknown force yanked her leg.

I yelped and buried my head in my knees.

'Oh gosh. I'm not sleeping tonight,' I thought but then my mind went blank.

Noah's hand was on the small of my back, comfortingly.

I turned my head a smidge just enough for my eye to catch him.

He wasn't looking at me.

Just watching the movie like his hand being on my back was the most mundane notion.

That night, when everyone left Emily's and I was in my own bed, I had a hard time falling asleep but not because of some horror movie but because a certain brown eyed boy was stuck in my mind.