#but it's just fucking upsetting that genuine alcoholism and alcohol dependence is treated as a joke or a personality quirk

[wewontbesleeping]

one of my biggest pet peeves is the people who will comment things like "leftover wine??? what's that????" on videos. girl we're not all alcoholics.

[ddarker-dreams]

Darling dating someone else: Yan Team Bucciarati

ngl if you want the short answer it’d be a DISASTER but here’s the long answer

Giorno: 

Giorno isn’t an overly jealous type. It isn’t that he’s happy with the situation, but it isn’t enough to make him act without thinking. He’s the type that would want to win you over as naturally as possible, so jumping the gun and offing your s/o wouldn’t be the best action. That being said, Giorno takes the opportunity to one up them. He knows he’s better, and doesn’t need to rush things. 

He can offer you everything your partner cannot. Expensive trips to exclusive restaurants, covering your rent, making plenty that you wouldn’t ever need to work again. While Giorno isn’t an expert in love, having not grown up with any positive figures in his life, he’s quick to catch on. If it’s not gifts that you’re fond of, his charisma should pull you in. Giorno listens to sympathizes with you so well, it’s almost unnatural. Always having the words to make you feel better, or making situations that troubled you disappear. 

Unfortunately, Giorno can’t lavish you in all the attention he might want to offer. As the Don of Passione, he doesn’t have a lot of free time. If things aren’t progressing as he would prefer, framing your partner for a crime and paying a few folks off to make sure he’s convicted is the next step. All the while Giorno will welcome you with open arms, a solid rock during the turbulent time. He makes a convincing argument to rely on him. 

“I can’t imagine how much you be hurting. If there’s anything you think I can do to help ease the pain, I’ll do it.” 

Mista: 

It’s not gonna be pretty. Once you’ve caught Mista’s eye, he’s under the impression the two of you are dating. You smiled at once of his jokes once, so that’s got to mean something. He has always been on the handsy side with you, an arm around your shoulder here and an amorous hug there. Mista isn’t the type to feel the need for labels, he goes with the flow. So imagine his surprise when he’s watching you from afar, and some guy claiming to be your boyfriend strolls up. 

He’ll bring it up to you casually, thinking maybe it’s a silly misunderstanding. Because c’mon, how obvious has he been? Calling you babe, treating you to lunch? So when you explain you thought he was just being friendly, and that person is indeed your boyfriend, he gets real quiet. When you question him about it he’ll bounce back, heading off with a grin and wave. As much as he adores spending time with you, there’s some stuff he needs to take care of. 

A few broken fingers and ripped out teeth later, the unfortunate soul scampers off after being threatened. Leaving you none the wiser as to why your s/o has cut off all contact with you. Should you ever run into him again in public, he’d be running away at the sight of you. Mista’s endless  amount of threats and violence ensure that. 

“Real shame about that guy, ditching you like that. Such a scummy move. Hey, I’m free all week, if you just wanna hang out and watch movies to feel better. Whatever you want.” 

Narancia:

Kinda like Mista where he feels you two already have a connection. Narancia monopolizes a lot of your time to begin with, tagging along with you whenever time allows. He sticks to your hip like glue, no matter how mundane a task you’re performing. That’s how much fun you are to him, that Narancia will pick you over doing anything else. Since you don’t seem to mind (or if you are uncomfortable, he’s oblivious to it), Narancia thinks you must feel the same. 

When he sees you with someone else in public, who is way too close for Narancia’s liking, he assumes you’re uncomfortable. Due to how much he cares for you, he’s on his way to defend your honor. The scene is a horrifying one, Narancia comes with his knife out to your partner’s throat, threatening them in a low tone to back the fuck away from you. You’ll need to deescalate the situation, but even that is almost impossible. 

He’s genuinely heart broken to find out you’re with someone else. As soon as the rushed explanation leaved your mouth, his blood runs cold. This entire time... did he just misunderstand things? He’s confused, and you’re looking at him like you’re scared. Why are you scared? Narancia would never hurt you, so stop looking at him like that, he can’t handle it. Having been left by so many people in his life, he would be distressed at the thought of you leaving him too.

“No, no, this isn’t right...! You’re supposed to look at me like that! I don’t understand.” 

Fugo: 

Fugo takes a tentative approach to you. While he can recognize the feelings you provoke within him are probably love, that’s as far as his understanding goes. He can go from wanting to spend a lot of time with you, to needing his distance. This sensation of being so out of control reminds him of his anger, and it makes Fugo uncomfortable. So he needs time to sort it out. It’s all going decently until he stumbles across the fact you’re already taken. 

He finds it... almost offended? This level of hurt doesn’t come often, as Fugo doesn’t let others grow close to him. You managed to do just that, and because of it, he’s ended up hurt. He’s upset with himself, with you, and with the person you’re dating. It’s a festering wound that can’t be healed, only growing worse as he leaves it unattended. He’ll stop responding to your texts and calls, giving you the cold shoulder. 

It doesn’t take more than a few days for him to give up on that. Your presence is far too addicting, and going without you makes him feel worse. The extra time to be alone with his thoughts is a nightmare. He’ll pop back into your life as if nothing ever happened, waving off any concerns you had about him randomly withdrawing. The only catharsis he experiences is when he beats the guy to an inch of his life later, and then allowing Purple Haze to get rid of the evidence.

“Hm? That? I told you, work picked up and I got busy. If you missed me so much, just say.”

Bucciarati: 

He’s similar to Giorno, where he knows his worth. Bucciarati doesn’t view himself as perfect per se, knowing his own shortcomings, but believes he could make you happy. Having all the resources to do so, and plenty of love to offer you to accompany it. How he deals with it depends on your level of attachment, but you can expect a lot of strings being pulled behind the scenes. 

Everyone in the community adores Bucciarati. He’s a beloved figure who people look up to, giving him some helpful leeway. Why should you have any reason to disbelieve him when Bucciarati voices concerns about your lover? He’ll take you out to dinner one night, in private, then provide photos (possibly forged or staged), of your partner being involved in unsavory business. Then he’ll be the shoulder you cry on afterwards, soothing you and cooing encouragement into your ear.

Sets himself up to be a savior in your eyes. Don’t worry about a thing, he’ll handle all of it. If you feel too scared to go back to your residence, you can always stay the night with him. Or however long you need. You could never be a burden, and he’ll assure you of that. This act of benevolence is hard to pass on, as Bucciarati lulls you into a false sense of security.

“Shh, shh... I know, I know. It hurts, but don’t forget to take care of yourself. Let’s get you to bed, you’ve had a long day.” 

Abbacchio: 

He doesn’t like how he feels. Getting close to others, while tempting, opens up too many hurtful possibilities. Shame, regret, betrayal... all of it has been heaped on him before, why would he ever want to experience it again? So when you in all of your kindness manages to capture his tattered heart, he’s at a loss. Abbacchio gave up on any attempts of happiness long ago, and yet, here you are. And here he is, a fool in love, feeling undeserving. 

There’s a lot of alcohol gone through the night he figures out you’re not single. Self deprecating thoughts, just wanting to black out and forget about it all. Of course. Of course someone as good as you would be taken, he’s an idiot to think otherwise. Knowing that someone else is your comfort, your happiness, makes him sick to his stomach. He eventually just blacks out, and he’s grateful for the release unconsciousness brings.

Unfortunately, when he wakes up, it all hits him again like a bag of bricks. As tempting as it is to hole himself up in his apartment and wallow in his misery, he has to come out eventually. So when he does, his mind is at work. Doing his own research on your partner, disappointed to find nothing exploitable. He despises himself the entire time -- feeling disgusting and utterly corrupt -- but is too far gone. He’s human, he’s selfish. And he’s nothing without the light you bring. 

“I’m saying this for your own sake. Be more careful, you’re so naive. You don’t know how many people might try to take advantage of that.” 

[huearmy]

Not My Friend.

Summary: Yoongi is a ordinary house cat hybrid with an ok life and a huge crush in his ower’s friend. Even if Y/N always treated him lovelly and as an equal he is all insecurities and thoughts of  rejection about being a hybrid, without imagining that the feeling can be reciprocal.

Pairing: cat!Yoongi x human!Reader

Genre: FLUFF, angst,  slight smut.

Words:  3737.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: not grafic description/mention of sex.

gif is not mine.

Yoongi was kind of pissed, slightly upset... Absolutely stressed. The lights and loud music of the club did'nt help,  the drunk people ingnoring him, dancing around him as if he don't exist, neither. Is unusual for him feel so bad about being who he is, but today is a day that everything screams that he is less than everyone and it won't change. He brought the last swig of his drink to his lips, sad that he could'nt get another one alone, and for the sake of his pride he would'nd ask to Namjoon.

Is also unusual for Yoongi to argue with his friend and brother Namjoon, but today is a day that things got ugly. "You know that I love you hyung. For me we are equals, but is not like this for others. Even if my friends like you, they still seeing you as my pet.". It hurted. Hurts. Because is true, and Yoongi knows it.

And it hurts so... so bad... Because for a second he belived otherwise.

The discussion started when Yoongi thought he could share with his friend the feelings he have for you. You, the pretty human friend of Namjoon, the girl who is usualy at their house with no reason, the one that give the greatest pets ever and whose conversation is so good that he wouldn’t mind that you definitely lived with him. It took too long, but when Yoongi figured out his interest in you being a really romantic thing he was so happy he couldn’t keep to himself. 

“What do you think, Namjoon? How should I tell her?”

It's obvious to Yoongi that the negative reaction of Namjoon was caring, he knows his friend well enough. It wasn’t his intention to freak out and smash Yoongi heart.  He is trying to protect me. He told himself for the hundredth time, fighting against resentment. He discarted his plastic cup in defeat.

And there was you. The reason of his frustration. Oblivious at his issues, dancing with your friends. Namjoon's friends. Not his friends. His stomach droped.

Yoongi sighed. He can't just not stare at you. You are so beautiful to him, feeling yourself while dancing with your eyes closed, your pretty hair swinging around your delicate shouders, hips moving with the music naturaly - because you love dancing even if you are not goot at all. Another music started making you jump and sing. He almost can smell you now.

If he wasn't a scared cat... A hybrid cat... He would be dancing with you, talking in your ears, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you close, maybe kissing you... not only picturing it in his mind. But he is a pet, not a normal guy who you would like to flirt with.

He sighed again. He  remembering clearly when he first meet you two years ago.

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Namjoon was a freshman in college, excited with everything new, the new apartament, new city, new knowledge, new friends... Every day he would enter trough the door, drop himself on the couch and speak his day out. Yoongi would listen, commenting on a thing or other once in a while. Your name was present in most stories, or the stories were about you. "I was trying to makes myself clear to the philosophy teacher when this girl spoke. She conclued my trought and argued for herself shuting up the teacher.", or "Remember that girl? Her name is Y/N and we get coffee together today. She is amazing, dude.", and "Y/N made an asshole cry today, seriuosly, she is beautful. She have that 'I don't give a fuck' atitude, you would love her, hyung". And Namjoon was right, as always.

It was on a day that Yoongi was feeling clingy and dependent of Namjoon's full attention but he was supposed to do a project with you in your place though. So insted of cancel with you to spend the day watching Netflix with Yoongi, the younger boy opted for bringing the hybrid to your apartament too.

“Dont worry, hyung. Y/N told me to bring you. Actually she was anxious to know you, she likes cute things you know...”

“Shut up.”

The poor cat was hating every second of it till you opened the door. You treated him as a old friend, greeting him with a genuine smile e tight hug.

"Enter you both and make the home yours. I bought snacks... And! I used that drive you gave me, Joonie, and already started the dissertation... You can revise if want to. It won't take so long as we through, then we can get fat cuddling on my couch."

Yoongi get unsure with you straightforward behavior at the time. But your focus was to finish your and Namjoon's work so he could get Netflix and cuddles as much as he wanted. You made coffee with cream when he said he like it and listened his complains about Namjoon breaking everything.

“Seriously is his third classes this year and we are in May.” Yoongi grunted making you laugh.

"I noticed it! Joonie always talk about you repair skills, though." 

"What else he talks about me?"

You laughed throwing your head back. You both were alone in the living room, sharing a blanket.

" A lot of things!” You said “That you are savage but actually a baby... That you are a good roommate to live with... And if I ever need a a good pianist, sincere advises, or help to hide a dead body, you are the man..."

"Oh..." 

He didn’t expected the two of you to talk much about him.

"And what Joonie told you about me?" You rested your chin in your palm. He take some instants to answer, and as if his brain are of jelly, it went terrible.

"He said I would love you."

Yoongi expected for a rispid response or for you to change the subject, or at least you’d laugh, somethig like it, but no. He would learn later how unpredictable you can be sometimes.

"And do you?" You asked in real interest, looking into his eyes. His cheeks turned pink, and you by instinct brought a hand to his hair and ears. You cooed "Sorry, Yoongs."

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Thats right. You are nice to him... Gentle and kind... Always respectfull... You would enter his space and make him comfortable, or respect his distance when his not in the mood. Make silly things just to see his gummy smile and then pet his ears for hours. If any of your friends make fun of him you defend him and then make fun of them lighting the air. The fact of him being a hybrid never seems to bother you or changed the way you treated him.

He had hopes.

But he was just a pet... And you would never look at him the way he looks at you. Mesmerized by the club lights passing over your dancing body, changing color and pattern, he let himself sink a little more in self pity.

As if you could feel his dark troughts you opened your eyes and looked right trough his. His ears rose, tail moving unconscious behind him. You walked straight to him, concerned, ignoring every intoxicated person dancing in your way.

"What's wrong Yoongs?" You raised your voice because of the loud music. "Don't tell me that's nothing."

Yoongi licked his lips nervously. "I not feeling like partying. But Namjoon is having fun so I can't ask to go home now."

You seemed tipsy, he could smell the alcohol on you, along with that sweet perfume that you love and he hates, and your own scent that he loves.

You looked around, maybe looking for Namjoon, face thoughtful, wrinkling your nose cutely. Your tiny hand found it's way to his larger one, and instinctively he hold it tight. Yoongi love holding hands, especially with you.

Suddenly you smiled excited to him, getting closer to his face. So close he could kiss you...

"Do you want another drink?" You asked right in his ear, without get away an inch from him.

"What?" Yoongi asked, not understanding the purpose of the question.

Your smile spread devilishly.

"Dance with me, Yoongs. If you continue wanting to leave I'll get you home."

And then you were pulling him towards the dancing floor.

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"Are you sure you want to do it?" His lover's voice got serious, eyes searching for his reassurance.

"I am." He answered not thinking twice.

His lover's smile were so pure and beautiful and genuine and happy that filled him of happyness too.

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Yoongi woke up happy. He woke up in a bed that wasn't his. He didn't have to look around to recognize the room he was, the bedsheets were impregnated with your fragrance. The room was dark, the only light coming from a fissure between the curtains. He closed his eyes again, holding tight in a pillow and breathing deep. He still felt sleepy but couldn't stop his mind to revive last night.

You both danced and laughed and drinked and kissed. You made out in the club, in the Uber's backseat, in your couch...

He was naked on your bed. Things didn't stop in just make out.

Yoongi can remember clearly the view of your naked body in front of him for the first time, the lines of your silhouette, how it felt under his hands, so smooth. The way you took of his collar, never breaking eye contact, and then kissed him sweetly before riding him. How your fingers intertwined with his while he thrusted into you till you shake. Beautiful beneath him, repeating his name in moans in his soft black ears, nails finding it's way in his scalp. Your soft skin against his when everything you both could do was heavy breathing, too tired to even pull out of you. Praising him you kissed his lips again and held him close to your bare chest, playing with his hair the way he likes so much.

He never slept so well. Never felt so well with someone.

And then he realized... Where was you? Fully awake now, he searched for you under the fluffy blankets, finding nothing but your empty side of the bed. He slightly panicked.

His jeans were on the ground, beside your discarded dress, but his shirt wasn't anywhere to be seen. Would be a problem he wandering through your apartment shirtless? A ding caught his attention for a forgot cellphone under your desk chair. It was just a notification of low battery, but there were also  five calls and some massages from Namjoon:

[03:18 am]: hyung I'm sorry. rly.

[03:18 am]: where are you?

[03:21 am]:  I'm worried. call me back.

And then the phone died.

"Shit." He needed a charger urgent. Knowing his friend maybe he was already searching for Yoongi in hospitals, morgues and shelters.

He went to the door and suddenly stopped, hand on knob, the thought of calling Namjoon back totally erased of his mind.

You wasn't in bed with him unlike as Yoongi imagined his first morning with you. He should had woke with you in his arms, you would say "good morning" to each other in a meaningful way, then he would give little kisses in your whole face, treading to your lips to a real kiss, you would get embarrassed and hide your red cheeks in his chest... He woke up alone instead.

What if you regretted everything? You could awakened with hangover and regretted the one night stand. Or feeling awkward for sleeping with him... Or disgusted. And if you woke up and realized that you had sex with a hybrid and regretted?  It wouldn't be the first experience Yoongi of this kind. A disposable kink or drunken mistake... It would hurt...

No.

You are different. After the night you had together he could trust you.

Even if you don't feel the same as him... You wouldn't kick him out of your apartment... Or cut him off of your life...

Right?

"Stop being idiot, Yoongi." He told himself. "At least you have Namjoon to buy you beer in the worst case."

Music was playing in your kitchen, a amazing smell of eggs, bacon and something sweet come meet him in the corridor.  Yoongi found you humming happily, holding the door of the fridge open while searching for something.

"I'm running out of milk..." You whispered to yourself. Wearing a purple silk robe and your fluffy slippers you closed the fridge door without taking anything from inside. You did not heard Yoongi enter the kitchen neither expected him to hug you from behind, pulling your back against his chest, arms crossed in your waist. So didn't he. But you were so cute, with messy hair and being just your always self, his own scent still on you. His concerns gone, Yoongi couldn't help it unless be straightforward and reach for your touch.

You let out a yelp of surprise, grabbing his forearms, slightly sticking your nails on it. He chuckled softly at your heart rate speed up.

"Jesus, Yoongs... How are you so quiet?". You said with a hand on heart, already relaxing in his embrace.

"Sorry." His deep morning voice took you by surprise once more, spreading a shiver all over your body, making your silly mind remember the last night events, just to you get flustered. You were so chill until right now, damn. When you woke up facing a sound asleep cat, thigtly holding you close to him, you needed to hold yourself on to not squirm in excitement. Your fear was to make the atmosphere awkward between you two after being friends for so long. So you chilled up and planned to do everything right.

"You was supposed to be sleeping..." You scolded him, turning in his arms to face him, with red cheeks and pouting. "I'd take breakfast in bed for you."

Shock stamped up Yoongi's features. "Really?"

Your face reddened, suddenly the white wall was more interesting. "Really... I must treat you well."

You always treat me well, Y/N. Yoongi through to himself, but by your tone and the slight smirk in your adorable lips, he could tell the difference. "Ok.". He gulped.

"Since you are here... Sit." You said, getting apart from him. "I'll feed my Yoongs.".

Instantly he felt the loss of your warmth and contact, but at the same time he melted with the sound of your voice calling him "my Yoongs". Once you turned your attention back to breakfast again, he choose the chair next to the window, where there was sunlight and he could see the busy avenue  below - many cars going to somewhere, and people like tiny ants doing their own thing in their own lives, and the river running and shining below the bridge, on the other side was the park Yoongi like to go with you...  You were singing along with the music now, serving the table before him, your cleavage exposed by the robe - apparently you were wearing nothing else... Maybe panties too... He scolded himself, biting his thumb's nail to focus on something else, but then he noticed hickeys in the curve of your breasts and in your neck.

"Fuck." He whispered.

But in your not too large kitchen, you listened it clearly.

"What was it?" You let ou a nervous giggle.

"Nothing." Yoongi rested his elbows in the table, hiding face in hands. He couldn't handle look at you with the thought of biting and marking you and make you his and his only in mind. Last night he did so much effort to not do it without your consent, and even more effort to not ask, afraid of rejection.

You brought him back from his dreaminess, pulling him against you, petting his ears and hair. His tense body relaxed instantly.

"Did you sleep well? Need aspirin for headache or something?" You quietly asked, resting your chin on top of his head.

"No. I'm ok." He snuggled his face in the tender skin, scenting you.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded. You hummed.

"Oh!" You frozed. "Namjoon is super worried about you...! Like... He called me twenty-four times and left thousands of voice mails and massages..."

He licked his lips.

"I need a charger to tell him I'm ok."

You pout.

"I already did it, silly. I told him you are here with me, safe and sound, and that I won't give you back till you get grumpy.". He smiled and you mirrored it. Then you got serious, tracing his jawline with your index finger. "He think you are upset with him... and you really was not ok yesterday. What happened?"

Yoongi gulped. He can be sincere with you.

"Namjoon can be an asshole sometimes. We argued, and I disappeared from the club, my phone is dead so..."

"It seems you are giving him the cold shoulder." You pointed.

"I'm not." He finally closed his arms around you. " I just forget about him when with you."

Your heart speeded up again, making him smile.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Due to his hesitancy, you added. "You don't need to."

"He told me to not expect too much from our... His friends. 'Cuz most of them only see me as a pet of him."

You remained silent for a moment, and then sighed.

"We really have some friends that are... Ignorants. And we can't do anything about it. But there's Hoseok and Jin who understand that hybrids aren't different of humans, and is obvious for me how much they like you."

"I know... I know." Yoongi pressed his eyes tightly. "We argued because... being an hybrid there's limits that I can't cross... At some point I'll be repelled, even by Hoseok, Jin..." He gulped again. "Even by you."

You pulled away, eyebrows joinig in irritation. Your words sounded offended.

"Seriously, Yoongi? After years knowing each other, didn't I make my positioning and support to hybrid clear? Or my affection for you? For heaven's sake...! We had sex. How can you doubt..."

"It wouldn't be the first time of being the fetish of someone that thinks I'm not a man at all." He interrupted.

You shuted up.

The angry expression faded away from your features, replaced by shock and then sadness. In your absence of words, Yoongi continued.

"I was afraid you would regret last night... I even through you would cut me off of your life, or at least kick me out of the apartment..." He let out a mockery laugh, not handling to look you in the eyes anymore. "You will be judged for sleeping with a hybrid. And I don't want it. Don't want you being treated differently by anyone...".

You approached again, taking his face in your tiny hands, lovely caressing his cheeks with your soft thumbs - just like last night, and he almost expected for you to kiss him. You were being soft and caring, but at same time, firmly make him look you straight in the eyes.

"I'm already judged, Yoongs. A lot of people think I'm fool and talk about me behind my back." The voice that reached his ears was so soft now. You opened a smile of pure pride. "And I don't give a damn.".

He couldn’t break eye contact, he couldn't dare to blink and lost a second of the sight of you.

"It don't matter for me race, gender, age, sexual orientation... If you have fluffy ears and tail or not. I'll love and respect everybody equally. At least I try, reading about and listening, and learning what I don’t know. You can always tell me what you are felling or where I’m failing..." 

You have beautiful eyes and now they were sad again.

"I don't care about what those...bastards talk about hybrids... And I'm sorry for your past experiences..." You took a deep breath. Thinking in someone having the opportunity of be with Yoongi and choosing to break his heart make you sick. "For me you are an amazing man.".

"These words mean the world to me, Y/N." Yoongi said in his breath, feeling belonging as never before. 

"You welcome, Yoongs."

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A lazy saturday came along after this. You both spend all day cuddling in the couch, netflix on, or sharing earphones, and chit chating here and there. When the hunger came you ordered take out and decided who would get up and pay the delivery guy with rock paper and scissors. Yoongi lost it, but you got up anyways to pick plates and forks. And then you were tangled under the covers once more.

Hanging out like this is not unusual for you two. But it felt odd for Yoongi, different from before, like it was the first time. Sleeply observing you scrolling through your social media, Yoongi conclued that If having sex with you didn't ruined the friendship you have, expressing his feelings probably would.

But Yoongi wanted be in the same page as you.

You were watching a video on Instagram, not really focused on it, with your free hand playing with his hair, making him even more sleepy. You could feel his gaze on you, but besides the butterflys in your belly, it doesn't make you uncomfortable at all. 

"Y/N..." He said in his low voice.

"Humm?" Blocking the cellphone's screen, you stared back at him. Your nose at centimeters from his.

He took your hand, circulating his thumb in the torso of it in a caring way. The gesture not passing unnoticed by you.

"I need you to know... Even if it isn't reciprocal... Last night had a whole meaning for me. I like like you, Y/N."

You stated at him in silence for a moment,  making the whole world freeze. Before the conversation you both had in the kitchen that morning, Yoongi would be panicking, already regretting telling you such a thing. Now he just waited.

Like he wanted to, you smiled. With your beautiful lips, warm eyes, and all your body too.

"I know, sleepyhead."

You leaned to him, he came to you too, no hesitation. And that's it. He was kissing you again. 

"We must talk about this reciprocity thing later." You whispered against his mouth.

Yoongi was kind of horny, slightly euphoric... Absolutely happy. 

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So, I really hope you liked it, pls interact, tell what you think... I’ll be posting more if I have a good feedback, probably a witch!au with Jin :) kiss kiss pls I dont want to be insecure about it kiss kiss.

[mrsrcbinscn]

Tiny || Cornny

set immediately after Wilbur Is Not Amused

Date: August 23rd, 2020

@mrrcbinson

FRANNY:

 “God damn it.” Franny hissed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose after Wilbur stormed out of the room. 

 Thirty percent of her thought she was too harsh. Thirty thought she wasn’t harsh enough. Thirty thought she could have worded herself a lot better, and the last ten was just tired. She’d been so happy not even a whole five minutes ago and now?

 She wasn’t sure what she felt other than exhausted. 

 “Don’t. Say anything.” She said, her eyes still closed. “I know I was a bitch. Just. Don’t say anything.”

 A beat. 

 “God, I need a drink. I need to drink, but I can’t.” She said, dropping her hand and also not thinking about her lowkey dependence on alcohol to handle stress prior to being pregnant, haha nope. She continued to rant and paced furiously back and forth. 

 “Or throw something. Smash something,” she grumble. “I just, I’m so-“ she snatched a pillow off their bed and screamed into it before tossing it aside with another muttered swear. “Okay, calm down. Calm down.”

 CORNELIUS:

Cornelius stared at the door, as if expecting WIlbur to come back in. But he wouldn’t. He knew he wouldn’t. And slowly, he came back to the present time, turning his head to look at Franny’s fuming face. The hurt mingling with the anger. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Especially with what was supposed to be a happy time.

 “What...do you want me to say then?”

 That she was too harsh? He certainly thought so, especially at the end. They were the adults in the situation. The parents! They weren’t supposed to blow up. But Wilbur and Franny both held the same fire, so they were bound to butt heads. He really wished it hadn’t been now though.

 “....give him some time. It’s a shock to him too.”

 FRANNY:

 “Say it if you want I guess.”

 What did she want him to say? That was a great question. Maybe she did just want him to yell at her; which he’d never once done but maybe she needed it. Mostly she wanted him to hold her but she knew better than to ask him for that right now. 

 After all, that question kind of implied ‘if I can’t say that what can I say.’ Cornelius was probably angry with her and rightfully so. She was angry with her. 

 “He’s acting like I intentionally got pregnant to piss him off. What was I supposed to do, get an abortion again?” Franny muttered. She’d been a scared fourteen year old back then, not a married, wealthy mother in her early forties. She could support an unplanned child now. “What is he talking about ‘real’ family? Like we don’t love him. As if I don’t love him so much it hurts sometimes. The only thing I didn’t do was give birth to him myself.”

 Her voice got quieter, softer every few words, and her eyes watered by the end but she was sure her husband didn’t have the patience for that right now. 

 Was that what Wilbur really thought? That she didn’t love him? 

 And that’s what hurt the most. Worse than Wilbur being angry she was pregnant, she was hurt that Wilbur inherently implied they didn’t love him. He was her baby. Most of her immediate family wasn’t even her blood! Franny came from a blended family. 

 Family was family, blood or not, and she had always treated her father, brothers, and son with as much genuineness as her mother. 

 “He is my real baby. Are we bad parents? If he thinks he’s being replaced we must be.”

 CORNELIUS:

“Honey…” Cornelius started slowly, moving towards her gently and setting his hands on her shoulders. He rubbed his thumbs into them carefully, trying to get her to relax. Pull her back from those thoughts. “I know he is. I know. But you have to try to think about it for a moment...the weight of being adopted and the implications on a young mind are... not easy.”

 Hell, it even still messed with him. Why didn’t his parents want him? Did he do something wrong, so young? Did they have another child who was better? It was a string of thoughts that led you to some pretty dark places, he won’t lie. And if Wilbur was feeling that way, they had to do everything in their power to pull him back and into their arms.

 “Like I said, it’s probably just shock,” He continued. “Give him time.”

 His lips were pressed together in a thin line, trying to find the right words for his wife. For his son. He didn’t want this to blow up anymore. But knowing how WIlbur was, how Franny could get, they might be on track for an implosion.

 FRANNY:

 Franny knew that she came from a place of privilege that her husband and son didn’t when they said things like “family doesn’t have to be blood.” Yeah, it didn’t, but she had her biological mother, and although she found most of them as an adult, her mother’s entire surviving side of the family. Even if you remember that Adrien Framagucci wasn’t her biological father, he still had married her mother when she was seven years old and legally adopted her a year later. Cornelius waited until he was a teenager to have parents. And even taking into account that Franny has met her biological father — and he’s trash — at least Franny knows what his face looks like and knows what her biological siblings look and talk like. 

 Neither her husband nor her son have that. 

 But Franny never wanted to know anything about her biological father. She had a father, and he spoiled her even though they were poor, and loved her mother. She often forgot he wasn’t her ‘real’ dad, which people always said when they found out he wasn’t her birth father. 

 That was always silly to her. He raised her. That made him her real dad. 

 Then again, it was easy for her to say that. Like her, Wilbur grew up loved and wanted, but unlike him, she knew her birth father wasn’t worth her time. She didn’t think about him but once a year when she randomly remembered what a jackass he was and thought, ‘wow, fuck that guy.’

 She thought if she loved Wilbur enough, if he never wanted for anything, maybe he wouldn’t need to feel like Cornelius had. It must not have been enough. 

 “What if h-he doesn’t?” She said, wiping at her eyes that she really didn’t want to let start proper crying. Franny was clearly the asshole here, Cornelius shouldn’t have to comfort her. 

 “Has he always felt like he wasn’t our real son? Has he talked to you at all? You’re closer, probably.” 

 Again, she wiped at her eyes and an embarrassing, choked little sound escaped her throat. Okay, fuck it. She could be the asshole here and sad at the same time she decided so she turned around to press her cheek against his chest and wrap her arms around him. 

 “When have I ever not stood up for him when people said fucked up shit to us like, ‘I couldn’t raise a child that wasn’t mine’? Have I not given him every bit of energy I possibly could into raising him?” She thought she said ‘we’, but...Freudian slip. 

 And wasn’t it...mostly her anyway? 

 “I love him so much, Cornelius. What if he hates us forever? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be crying. I hate crying, I feel so stupid.”

 CORNELIUS: 

 “He will.”

 If there was one thing in the world Cornelius Robinson was positive of, it was that. He knew his family. He knew their bonds were strong - blood or not. And he knew Wilbur’s heart, and how strong he felt. That’s why this had stung so bad. At least, that’s what Cornelius imagined why. 

 It’s not like he was father of the year. But he couldn’t dwell on that. He had to move forward, focus on his crying wife.

 “He hasn’t said anything to me, so it’s best not to assume his feelings. Like I said, give him time. Let him cool down, and then we’ll talk later,” He encouraged, his arms wrapped around her. He rubbed her back, listening to her sob as he reached for words and tried to make them like bandages. They wouldn’t stop the pain, but they would at least ease it in some way. “You’ve done so much for him, Franny, I know.”

 He’d dealt with Wilbur getting upset before. It wasn’t uncommon. But this felt like something stronger. And while he knew they could overcome this, it’d take a while. Which didn’t help considering how much stress this could put on his already stressed out wife.

 FRANNY:

 “I expected him to be annoyed or to poke fun at us for being the oldest parents at the primary school, not- not go off like that and say he wasn’t our real son.” She said, her chest shaking with a quiet, pitiful little sob. 

 It hurt but it was also insulting. How dare he try to take away being a mother from her, when she has loved him since they were first emailed his picture. Franny hadn’t wanted kids until she decided she wanted to marry Cornelius, and after they got married, having kids with him was all she wanted. Wilbur was a dream come true for her and she loved her little boy. When people said patronizing shit like ‘he’s so lucky you saved him from that orphanage’, Franny was quick to shoot back ‘no, I’m lucky that I got to be a mom thanks to him.’

 Yes, she wanted more. Yes, she suffered through five miscarriages, in an effort to have another. Yes, she often tentatively brought up another adoption to Cornelius only to bite back her practiced arguments properly pushing for it when his work phone rang and he made that face that said ‘this is going to be at least an hour’. They both wanted more children — allegedly. 

 Franny’d had doubts about her husband occasionally over the years as far as how committed he was to that plan.

 Her husband and son were her whole world; why did Wilbur not realize his space in it wasn’t getting smaller, but her world was just getting bigger? How quickly her joy turned sour. A part of her regretted getting pregnant no matter how accidental it was. Maybe she shouldn’t have eagerly accepted it as good luck. 

 Why wasn’t she allowed to be happy?

 “Right. Like he would have found the chance to talk to you long enough anyway.” She scoffed, about Wilbur not talking to his father about being adopted. “...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

 Didn’t she though?

 “You don’t deserve that.” 

 “I just mean of course a teenage boy doesn’t want to pour his heart out to his dad. That’s what friends are for at his age. Daniel and Molly could have written a full-length novel about things my parents didn’t know about me at that age.” Franny clung to him tighter, which was very unlike her. She’d only been that upset around him once before and that was when her spleen donor’s wife came to fist fight her and her mother in front of Franny’s new husband. 

 “I’m sorry I snapped at you, that wasn’t fair. I’m taking my anger and hurt out on both of you.” She pulled away from him, half-hoping he’d pull her back into his arms. “Maybe you should go to bed first. I can call my mother and cry to her.”

 CORNELIUS:

 Cornelius wanted to say something. How he was also shocked still. How WIlbur’s reaction was still ringing through his mind, like water slowly boiling instead of the searing hot pain he imagined that had slashed through Franny instantly. He was registering it.

 Then she said that.

 And his brows shot up. Surprised. Then came together as those words burned instantly. Even if he knew there was truth behind them. And he constantly lamented over the little time he had with his family. Hearing it still - especially when used against him like this - stung. 

 Part of him did want to go to bed though. The talk with Wilbur had drained him. But also, his own wife had unexpectedly harpooned him in her anger. 

 “I...No. I don’t want to leave you alone,” He said. “You don’t need to cry to her when I’m right here.”

 FRANNY:

 The thing was, Franny wanted her mother because her mother would agree that Wilbur was being a jerk about it and would give Franny the sympathy she wanted but also the validation of her anger and her hurt. Cornelius was too soft on Wilbur and away from Wilbur’s sight she wanted to be angry. She wanted to call her son’s selfish and hurtful outburst what it was and be angry with him for taking all of her joy and stomping on it. 

 “I feel like I’m always being punished.” Franny admitted, wiping at her eyes and then wrapping her arms around herself. 

 “It’s like my body’s unwillingness to have a baby until now, and now not being allowed to be happy, is all karmic justice for—” she snapped her mouth shut. 

 Franny didn’t shove being Buddhist in Cornelius’s face, she only really made a big deal of it in the home around significant holidays. She explained core concepts to him from a philosophical angle and not a ‘time for you to also Buddhist’ angle. So without having to voice ‘for having an abortion’, he knew exactly what she thought she was made to suffer for. 

 She fell silent and sat on the edge of their bed with a hand over much of her face, trying to gather herself.

 “I hate crying. I don’t cry. It’s not productive or useful.” Franny said, before burying her face in Cornelius’s chest the moment he sat down next to her. Much to her chagrin, she took advantage of her husband’s presence and cried into his shirt. “I’m supposed to be happy right now, I de-deserve to be. But I’m angry and hurt instead.”

 CORNELIUS:

 Cornelius moved automatically, taking a seat beside his wife quietly and letting her let it all out until it all just came to tears. He wrapped an arm around her, rubbing his thumb in circles on her shoulder. “I don’t think that’s it.”

 He sighed. There was no easy answer to that. If the world worked like that, he’d be out of a job. Hell, he’d have all the answers to all the things he wanted to know. But he didn’t, which meant he had nothing to say really right now that would fix this. 

 This wasn’t no easy fix like with his work in there was an error. It was much harder to maneuver in.

 “Franny, it’s okay to not be okay, sweetheart,” He started. “You need to let yourself feel sad and cry - or else holding it in will make it worse.”

 FRANNY:

 She knew objectively that this was a perfectly good reason to cry, and that Cornelius didn’t mind being there for her when she was hurt like this because that’s what marriage was, but that didn’t mean she hated it any less. Franny, when possible, liked to keep her genuine pain to herself. She bitched to him about Monique and laughed about hate tweets, but when it came to what actually hurt her she bottled it up. 

 Her time with her husband was limited due to their work schedules and she didn’t want to darken it with actual sad things. Sometimes she wondered if she could even call her marriage a marriage.  

 So crying in front of Cornelius was actually not something she did often. 

 Still, he offered her comfort and she clung to him as her furious, angry tears wet his shirt. “He called himself not our real family.” Franny sniffled. “Love, I don’t know how I’m supposed to remember that and ever stop hurting. Not just because it hurt my feelings but because he must be so hurt to say something like that. And instead of asking him why I yelled at him like the mean bitch I am.”

 “I just wanted to be allowed to be happy about this for once and instead I feel awful and-“ her chest shook with a labored breath and she whined, giving up on words, and just snuggled against her husband. 

 “Is this a bad idea?” She asked quietly. “I know we didn’t do it on purpose but like...was it a bad idea to just go with it? He’s so upset.”

 CORNELIUS:

 “No.”

 The answer came out fast. And much more sure than he actually felt. But after saying it, he knew it was true. It wasn’t a bad idea. And he didn’t regret their new child. Wouldn’t. It was unfair to them. 

 He hated to think it, but Wilbur would just have to deal with it. Or maybe he’d hire a family therapist. Or someone for Wilbur especially. He spoke to one a long time ago. Before he even met Franny. It helped. Were there still demons to tackle? Yes. But he was better equipped now. Better than Wilbur clearly was.

 “We’re going to be okay. He’s going to be okay. We just have to...give it time.”

 FRANNY:

 Cornelius was probably right. He was right about most things, and usually when Franny didn’t want him to be. She wanted nothing more than to believe him but it felt so impossible with how much she was hurting. This pain was like an arrow through her chest, and she wanted to push it far away from her but it only hurt more the longer it had been since Wilbur left. 

 Her arms ached for the baby boy she knew wouldn’t let her hold him. 

 And she hated how her anger toward Wilbur burned but not strongly enough to overpower her love for him. If only she could just be angry. It would hurt less to only rage. 

 “You’re probably right.” Franny said quietly, before she sat up straighter and leaned over to catch Cornelius in a gentle kiss, and then giving him a peck on his cheek.  

 She sighed, then pulled back enough just enough to look at him all pitifully. “Can you just...we can go to bed now. I’m very tired. But will you just hold me for a little while? You don’t have to talk anymore, I don’t expect you to have all the solutions, but I- I’m not done being clingy and dumb.”

 It felt like the moment she wasn’t wrapped up safe in her husband, she’d have to face her hurt alone. 

 “I just want to curl up with you and not think about anything except how lucky I am to have married you.”

 CORNELIUS: Cornelius sighed and pulled his wife closer, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “You’re not being dumb or clingy,” He said, his voice hushed. “But lets go to bed. After that I’d like to just rest…”

 He might even shower once Franny fell asleep. He’d already done so once today, but after that...all the weird emotions jumping through him - he needed to just let the scalding water try and burn it off. Or give him time to think everything over.

 He needed to talk to Wilbur though. That’s what he knew for sure. But his boy needed space. And he respected that. So he’d give it to him. He just hoped his wife would do the same.

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a/n: +2,2 words of pure nonsense. it’s not edited nor proofreaded (if that word even exists) or whatsoever. also, i’m not a native english speaker so, bear with me. this is just me vomiting words about hongjoong here.

You were sitting in the shore, feet playing with the sand, the cool sea breeze caressing your hair, the sun bathing everything without being uncomfortably hot. You let out a satisfied hum. A soft drowsiness came upon you, so you laid your back in the sand and wiggled your boy until you found a comfortable position, moving the sand around and making a spot for yourself, putting your jacket as makeshift pillow.

You were content. You can’t remember the last time you had a moment for yourself since you started this journey: sleepless nights, confrontations with other crews, running from the law, illness ... you were used to all of it, it all came with the life you chose so, so many years ago, but that didn’t mean you were stupid enough to not appreciate these little moments of tranquil.

Sometimes you thought what would have happened to you if you'd never joined your crew. Would you be married? Would you have children? A lot of questions danced around your mind when you felt curious and let yourself entertain those ideas. Would you be happier? That was the one question that made your heart flinch a little. Not once in your life had you regretted becoming a pirate. Above all, you were free. You did what you wanted, without questions. But sometimes, you wondered.

You sigh, lost in thought. You shake your head with too much spirit for your taste, hoping it would get rid of the ugly feeling from your body and mind. The sound of the waves crashing has always relaxed you, so you try to focus on them. Then, you hear a small chuckle beside you.

“You look like a worm squirming like that” you sigh again, much louder this time, letting your speaker know that he’s not welcomed.

“Right now, it’s me time so please, fuck off” you say, not bothering to open your eyes. “Not in the mood for your bullshit”. You hope your harsh statement makes him go away. To your dismay, not only doesn’t he leave, he sits by your side after sinking a paper umbrella over your head, protecting you from the sunlight. You sigh and he clicks his tongue.

“Please stop sighing” he sounds tired “You sound like a fifteen-year-old in love”. You scoff.

“Joong, please don’t start. I was okay until my mind went to those places you know I don’t like going” Honjoong just smiled to the skyline. You trusted him. You trusted him with your life so of course he knew about your little concerns. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, you opened your eyes, turned to your side facing him and propped your head on your arm. He was glowing in the sun. More often that you’d ever admit, you surprised yourself admiring him, sometimes from afar, sometimes closer. You thought he was one of the most beautiful people you've ever met. He wasn’t particularly tall or muscular, but boy he had a face made to charm his way in life and he did not once hesitate to use it to his advantage.

“Stop staring. It’s rude.” You didn’t even bother to deny it. Yes, he knew that too. Your ship may be big, but not big enough. And you all find any excuse to party and spent too many nights drinking alcohol, sharing every little aspect of your lives just to make the journey a little bit easier and a little less lonely. “And creepy.” He added the last bit almost whispering, but loud enough for you to hear. You smacked him playfully in the ribs. “Ouch, don’t hit your captain or I’m gonna accuse you of assassination attempt and throw you overboard”. You snorted at that comment and propped yourself up, grabbing the umbrella and scooting next to him, covering you both with it. “If it upsets you this much, why don’t you try stopping the thoughts before they attack you?” It was a genuine question, full of concern. You shifted your gaze to the horizon, trying to find the spot he was looking at.

“Most of the time, I’m able to stop before I’m triggered. But sometimes, depending on how...” You pause, struggling to find the words.

“Strong you feel?” You nod without looking at him. He softly hums. “I see.” You wanted to say something, but there was no need. He got you like nobody has ever done in your life. “You could always try it” You frowned and looked back at his face, just to find him widely smiling at you. “You know, leaving the pirate life. Settling. Marrying. I would support you. Hell, every single soul on that ship would support you. We wouldn’t see each other much but if it makes you happy, that’s what matters in the end.” He nodded, mostly to himself, proud of his statement. You were bewildered. Full blown eyes open at his statement.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course, I am. I mean I’d be sad; I’d lost one of my gunners...”

“Your BEST gunner”

“You’ll have to discuss that with Yunho but yeah...” He said that while playing with the sand. He looked like a kid. Pure, innocent, carefree. At that moment, you knew he was joking. Nothing specific gave him away. You just knew simply looking at his eyes.

“You’re so full of shit Honjoong! I hate you!” Your voice a mixture of frustration and laugh.

“Me? I’m the one full of shit?” Now it was his turn to scoff. “Please, you fucking love this life: the freedom, the thrill, doing whatever the fuck you want, being whoever you want. No rules. I still don’t get why after all these years you still get these weird doubts. It’s not like anyone forced you to join us.” He shrugged. “Anyway, it’s not like you’re and old hag…I mean you’re pretty old but that has never stopped you fro-HEY!” This time it wasn’t a playful smack, it was a full force punch to his shoulder. “Ma’am, it’s gonna bruise!” He whined brushing his shoulder.

“Don’t call me old”.

“You’re old…er” If looks could kill, he would be dead. So he shut his mouth and let out a small laugh. “Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that you have time. And if you ever decide that this is not for you anymore, we’ll drop you wherever you want. As sad as that would be.” In the outside, he looked calm, but you knew he was nervous because he started playing with your sleeve mid-sentence. You wondered what he meant. Sad? For who? For him as captain because he would be missing a crew member or sad for him as your long friend that would miss you deeply.

“I know Joong. I guess I get restless when we spend months in the ocean, as much as I love it, it’s exhausting.” He nodded again, agreeing with you. You noticed he never stopped playing with your sleeve, the tips of his fingers softly brushing your arm. Sometimes, usually when you two or some of his closest friends were together, he became a soft mess, all touchy-feely and cuddly. He wasn’t your typical pirate captain: he always tried to get parleys instead of fighting, he was not a violent man and he tried to teach some standards to his crew. He treated everyone with respect, never mistreating anyone unless it was deserved. But don’t misunderstand: if he had to be ruthless, he was without hesitation. He was the perfect balance and his crew respected, trusted and believed in him with their lives. You reached his ear with your hand, putting a few strands of hair away from his face. He smiled at you and subtly leaned in your touch.

“That’s because the last few times we had a party you didn’t join us” He pouted a little and you laughed at his child-like behavior. “We missed you, you know?” He looked at you with raised eyebrows, a look in his eyes you knew too damn well.

With long time spans in the sea, it’s just natural for things to happen in a crew made up of men and women. When Hongjoong started recruiting women into his ship, a set of guidelines had to be made to ensure the ship could keep working properly: any personal business that could potentially make the environment of the ship awkward or uncomfortable, had to be cut off immediately and, if the person wasn’t able to get rid of these business, they were invited to leave the ship. So yeah, a lot of fucking went around. Maybe it came with the life, but you all were pretty chill with what happened within your ship. The younger boys said you were boring just because you’re pretty loyal. You have your to go man and that’s Park Seonghwa and it works perfectly for both of you. Also, for you Seonghwa is safe. You know your thing with him it’s just physical and that puts both your minds at ease.  

Sometimes you play with the rest of the crew: smacking their butts or a playful kiss here and there while dissolving in fits of laughter. With Honjoong you’re scared. You only dare to touch him when you’re too drunk for your own good, giving him heated sloppy kisses, making obvious you want more but never in all your years with him, not once, have you had sex with him. You missed his touch. You missed his lips all over yours, even if the kisses were wet and messy, you loved them. You craved him. But you knew that you two weren’t a good idea so it had been a while since you had made peace with that fact and tried to simply enjoy him in every single way you could.

“I know you didn’t miss me that much” You put special emphasis in the “you”, retracting your hand from his face, he whined at the loss of contact, and you softly flicked his forehead. You let him know that you knew about his…night adventures and teased him about them every single time you had a chance. “I’m pretty sure even the monkey boys missed me much more than you” He was deadpanning. He hated when you dismissed the things he said to you, taking away importance to them. Suddenly, he pushed you the ground, tossing the umbrella to the side and straddling you. He was not a big man, but his aura was immense. He was hovering over you, a hard look in his eyes. You laughed a little, visibly amused with the situation. He growled at you and shushed you. “Uhh, the scary, scary Kim Honjoong is here. It’s been a while.”

“Don’t try me” His voice was low and, have you not know him, you’d be legit scared. “You know I hate when you diminish me or what I say. Or what I feel.” He almost looked embarrassed to say the last bit. You looked him in the eyes. There was fire, as always. That passion that drove him, making him who he was. Raw desire. But not for you. For life. He was determined to live his life to the fullest, experiencing everything he was offered. People unconsciously drifted to him, by his looks, by the way he spoke. He was magnetic. A true leader.

You hear someone calling Hongjoong’s name in the distance. He tilted his head, following the sound to see Yeosang making signals, meaning that everything was ready to weigh anchor. He sighed. Deeply, like letting out the air was going to lift some burden from his shoulders. He got up with a swift movement, tending his hand to you. Gladly, you took it. You were brushing the sand from your clothes when decided to spare a look to Hongjoon. He seemed deep in thought, so far away from you. You gave him a small kick in the butt and he looked at your general direction.

“Thank you, Joongie. For always supporting me, even when I’m obnoxious and go over the same things over and over again” You grinned at him. He shook his head and moved towards you, extending his arms, inviting you into a hug. You happily pounced to him, almost jumping to the hug. He was warm. He smelled like salt and wine. His arms rounding you by the shoulders, tightening the hug. You were happy. You were at home.

“I’m always here for you. We all are here for you. We are family. Even when you think I’m far away, I’m next to you. Never forget that”. You nodded into the hug, brushing his ear with the tip of your nose. “Oh, but I’m so, sorry”. You frowned but before you could ask, Hongjoong broke the hug and violently shoved you by the shoulders, effectively throwing you to the sea. You lost balance and fell to the water with your butt, getting soaked from head to toe. You could kill him right now.

Still sitting, you just looked at him laughing at you. You knew the moment you got up he would run back to the ship, asking someone to protect him from you. So, you just waited. Your clothes were sticking to your body, the salted flavor of the water in your mouth. All that was a little price to pay to hear Hoonjong’s laugh.  You simply smiled, blinded by the man-child your captain was and his antics.

To you, his laugh was the most beautiful sound in this whole world.

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The Fires of Spring

3. Breathe.

A few months had come and gone, now in the middle of summer. Their relationship had progressed, yes, but not in the way Bandit would've liked, far too friendly and platonic to his taste. He was torn between following his heart and following his conscience when he looked at Jäger. Right now ? He tried not to look at him, he couldn't stomach the frightening look of anger, wait, rage that he was giving the vehicle's floor and anyone who tried to calm him down. Poor Doc, sitting right next to a ticking time bomb, crazy enough to try and disarm it. It was better for the both of them (and any collateral damage) if he stayed away for a while.

Bandit, Jäger, Kapkan, Valkyrie, Doc and the accompanying crew. The mission had been successful, no casualties, little to no injuries, what you'd expect from counter terrorism experts, right ? Well, Bandit made sure that this outcome would be hard to obtain in the end.

Every operators deployed this morning had a hunch something was wrong with Dominic. He was worse than usual, looked like it, to the point that he told them to "shut the fuck up and focus" with clear frustration in his voice, killing the chatter on the ride to the site as everybody was either shocked or upset.

An hostage situation in the middle of the city, tricky. Several streets had been evacuated. On site, they managed to empty the building of most of the present white masks on their way in, it was now a matter of protecting the hostages of any new waves of attacks before back up arrived. They had underestimated their numbers, unfortunately. The fight was far from over, Jäger took a quick look towards Bandit, pure concentration as expected. When he saw him take down a white mask, however, something glimmered in Dom's eyes, something sinister, a thirst for blood he had seen before, something more.

It's when Bandit disappeared without a word that Jäger's stomach turned. "Bandit ?" He called softly over the radio. Silence. He tried again, met with silence once more. Something was up and judging by the C4 that had just detonated, Bandit had made his way downstairs. What was he thinking going alone, to an unknown number of assailants nonetheless ? "I'm leaving my position" he said, making his way to the room Bandit should've been in, then silently making his way down the stairs. It reeked of blood and he soon found the source, as it was plastered on the walls alongside little bits and pieces of what were once men.

He could feel the tension, dust still coming down after the blow. He thanked whatever god there might be for being such a trained soldier, he wanted to puke, not just the blood and gore but the fear that Bandit was gone, that he may even be standing in his remains. He had to keep going, he couldn't back down, he couldn't freeze now. His brain was screaming, begging for a breakdown. Breathe Marius. Where the fuck did that asshole go ?

Grunts coming from the floor below caught Jäger's attention, ignoring the calls coming from the radio, a familiar voice was luring him in. Two people were fighting in front of him down the wrecked corridor, lights flickering above them before drowning them in almost complete darkness for a few seconds, rinse and repeat. He could discern a knife in the upper man's hand, his wrist firmly gripped by the man underneath who was actively trying to stop the fist coming up to his face repeatedly. He missed a few times, then came the sound of bone crushing and a groan, Dominic's voice. The hand on the terrorist's wrist swayed and has he was about to lower the knife to his victim, time seemingly slowing down, a gunshot rang.

Bandit was alive. It had almost been over, almost. A wave of something incomprehensible at first washed over him as the dead man fell on him. "Let me help you !" Jäger was on top now, pushing the corpse away, frantically searching for any signs of injury. "Y-Your nose is bleeding Dominic. You'll be fine..." Worry was palpable in his voice "Don't worry about me." Back up on his feet, he muttered a soft "thank you", almost unnoticeable. Bandit had a hard time looking at Jäger. He fucked up, but he wouldn't admit it, especially not in which way he meant. He was a strong man, smart even if not as smart as some in Rainbow, not in the same way, but even the very best have flaws. They made their way back to their objective, reassuring their teammates in the process.

It was finally over, everyone could breathe again. The last one sitting in the improvised med bay, Dominic was trying not to curse at Gustave while he tended to his very much broken nose. "I reckon hearing Marius speaking about your little escapade while on mission Dominic, non ?" That stung more than the alcohol being applied. "I didn't go that far. I killed two of them and then got fucking ambushed." He argued back "Maybe, but had Jäger not been with you, or had he not realized you had left, you'd be lying in a plastic bag right now.  You depended on him and he did too, we all do. What would he have done had you failed Dominic ?" And he was right, what would've happened if his selfishness had gotten the best of him ? He couldn't answer, admitting his faults was hard, he had felt guilty plenty of times in his life before and each time, he preferred distancing himself as needed over apologizing, taking the blow. Unless Six was sitting in front of him, of course.

"Écoute, I understand you're going through a rough period right now judging from your files but you cannot let it affect you while on mission. I'm sure you already know this, Tu vois, you're smarter than this Dominic. You might get a talk from Six if she hears about it... If you need time off, come to my office, alright ? We could schedule a few more appointments with your therapist too, if you'd like. Oh, and your nose should be fine for now." Doc put a hand on Bandit's shoulder, a genuine smile as expected. He knew when to be harsh, but it never came without a good reason. Especially when your last name was Brunsmeier. "Allez zou, dehors ! I've got cleaning up to do." And with that, Bandit left with a thankful nod.

But the problems weren't over, they had just begun. He was now facing Jäger, still in his gear and visibly upset judging from his body language. Fuck. Once the younger man had spotted him, he grabbed his arm almost painfully and dragged him down the street.

Jäger was rather quiet in his day to day life, he could talk a lot if the topic was of interest, sure, but he wasn't loud, so when the entirety of the crew started hearing his voice in a crescendo of anger from the other end of the street, they were surprised. Bandit's nonchalant attitude wasn't helping, Jäger was getting visibly upset, pushing the other against the wall at one point, pointing his finger to his chest. They were both raising their voices now, but the engineer was louder, far more aggressive, making Bandit back down. It was so unlike him all of a sudden. People started looking at each other to know who would volunteer if a fist fight broke, it sounded that bad.

Most of the public left, leaving the special ops to assess the level of trouble Bandit had gotten himself into between themselves. "Are we sure he's mad ? German does sound like an angry language. They call ambulances krankenwagen after all." Kapkan was pleased by his joke until Jäger removed his helmet, throwing it at the wall next to Bandit who flinched, closely followed by his balaclava. "Nevermind." Kapkan added. They went their own way afterward.

Bandit had never seen such an outburst of anger coming from Jäger, to the point where he left crying and he suspected his old time friend unhealthy coping mechanisms to have followed where he went to hide. He had to admit, trying to downplay the situation he had put himself in hadn't been the best call. Saying that "well, he wouldn't have suffered for long" really threw Marius over the edge, hadn't it ? You acted like an asshole to the man who saved your life whether you liked it or not. Worse yet, the man you've realised you love. He knew how he'd been feeling since he had helped him, watching Marius scream at him in their mother tongue, disappointed. Disappointed in the fact that he hurt him not once, but twice. Disappointed that he treated Marius like everybody else, like he meant nothing. Disappointedthat he didn't miscalculate his C4 and blew up.Disappointed that he got saved when the knife should've met his throat, he would've been gone putting a fight. But he felt pathetic right now, puking on the side of the road. It was hard to breathe, containing any tears that might try to escape.

Maybe Dominic should take Doc's offer on therapy.

  -----

"Here's our resident asshole ! I've been looking for you. Shouldn't you be in bed ?" James Porter in person, nicknamed Smoke, hugging a sweaty Bandit from behind before he could hit the punching bag in front of him.

"Don't touch me. What do you want Porter ? I've only got a broken nose, I don't need to rest." Bandit spat back.

"Calm down Princess, I'm here to help you. I thought you'd be resting after the humiliation your little dove gave you. The lad burnt you pretty badly didn't he ?" Smokes' laugh felt like nails on a chalkboard right now.

"Stop saying that shit out loud, why did I ever tell a cunt like you of all people about it ?" Dom was getting increasingly upset.

"Because you know I'm an expert in that field, honey." He winked.

"Such an expert sending Mark" James jumped at Mute's name "a pair of lacy men's underwear, not even for Valentine's day may I add, in the hopes that he would forward your advances, which I'd call sexual harassment to be quite frank, Bärchen" Classic Smoke.

"Who said he didn't like it ? I didn't hear back, sure, but maybe he's shy about it !" Keep telling yourself that, Bandit thought.

"C'mon, stop wasting my time, what do you want ?" He still liked Smoke, so he toned it down a bit.

"I wanted to ask you how you were feeling. You kind of went on a suicide mission there Dominic. Would you like to join me on the roof with a few beers ?" Here it was, the serious Smoke.

And what about it ? It wouldn't have been the first time but it could've been the last, sure. Alcohol did sound like an option right now though. "Alright, just promise me you won't puke your guts out on me again."

"I promise baby boo. The beers packs are in front of the door, could you get them up there for me ? I have to drop this report." He was waving his papers in front of Bandit.

Dominic hummed in agreement, watching Smoke leave while blowing a kiss on his way out. Why did he feel like something was up ?

He could do with breathing some fresh air anyway. ___ Chapter Index.

[chocolatemillkk]

Super Far (JS)

Request: can you do a joe imagine based of super far by LANY?

I watch Y/N on the dancefloor, she sways seductively to the music and I can tell every man or woman interested has their eyes on her. It was time to go home.

I put my drink down and make my way to her but find another guy making his way around her.

"Y/N," I take her hand but she pulls away, stumbling into the other bloke.

"Watch it," he tries to intimidate me but I'm not having it.

"Y/N let's go home," I try again. She calls me a downer but follows me, giggling and blowing a kiss to the other guy.

"I wish you wouldn't do that," I tell her in the car.

"Are you jealous?" She grins.

"Not the point," I mutter. She pouts and looks out the window, sighing loudly. It's like a spell-her being upset. I slide over to her and nudge her face back to me.

"I just don't like seeing you like that. While everyone watches you." I kiss her but she doesn't kiss me back. "Come on," I kiss her again and she finally presses herself back to me. She gets more and more intense as she pulls at my hair and I grab at the thin fabric of her dress.

The Uber driver clears his throat and we separate. I manage an apology as we walk out and into my flat.

"I'm taking this makeup off," she says as soon as we get in. I decide to strip down to my pants and make myself comfortable in bed. Y/N comes out soon after.

"I've got a meeting first thing tomorrow," I remind her. "So I'll be out of the house early."

"Alright," she scrolls through her phone in bed not looking at me.

"Babe," I come closer and gently move her phone away. She looks at me without a smile. "Are you still upset?"

She rolls her eyes. "No Joe not everything is about you."

She puts her phone away and turns her back to me, shutting me out. I look at her for a moment longer, wondering why she wouldn't just talk to me. I touch her waist, begging her to turn around and just talk but the only indication she was awake is when she pulls the duvet tighter around her.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come down to Brighton this weekend. My sister invited us," I tell her in the dark.

"I've got something this weekend." She says.

"You can't show even on the Sunday?"

Y/N turns to finally face me but her face is unreadable. "I'm just busy Joe I don't have time to go all the way to Brighton."

"Alright," I sigh and turn to lay on my back. I stare at the ceiling lost in thought. I loved Y/N, we were almost up to our first year but it always felt like I loved her more than she did me. I was always waiting for her kindness, she always made me work for her affection. I often asked myself why I stayed around waiting. "I feel like you don't even try to make an effort." I say out to her but when I glance at her she's asleep. Her face is open in the way it gets when people sleep. It reminds me of when we first started dating, how different a year can make us. But even then if I think about it I was always the one more invested in the relationship. I sigh again, a loud and noisy sigh. Was this what love was?

•••

I come back home at noon and Y/N is still alseep in bed.

"Hey sleepyhead," I nudge her awake gently and she blinks her eyes blearily at me. "It's noon shall I make some breakfast?"

"You're home already?" She sits up, stretching.

"Yep," I get up. "How about I put on some coffee? Are you hungover? Should I get you a pill?"

"God are we still talking about last night?" She snaps.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Are you reminding me I'm hungover so you can have a go at me for last night?" She whips off the duvet and makes her way to the bathroom.

"I was just genuinely asking you babe what's wrong?"

"Really? Just genuinely caring?"

"What the fuck?" I burst. "I'm your boyfriend I love you of course I care genuinely to ask if you need anything to help! Why do you have to be so mean all the time and think the worst possible thing? I feel like I'm always walking on eggshells around you because I never know when you're gonna put on a show like this!"

"How dare you Sugg? I don't even ask you for any of these things-"

"You don't have to!" I shout. "I do them because I love you! Do you even love me Y/N? Do you even know what you want from this relationship?"

Y/N stands defensively with her arms crossed. "Of course I fucking love you why do you have to be so dramatic?"

"Well it never seems like you want to make us work," I say quieter.

"Ugh Joe I'm gonna take a shower," Y/N leaves me standing on my own and it shatters me. As soon as she steps into the bath I grab my keys and head out again.

•••

"Maybe it's time you go home," Caspar tells me later that night. Or early the next morning depending on how you saw it.

"We can call you an Uber," Jack suggests.

"I don't want to go right now," I say darkly. I catch the glances my friends exchange.

"Is it Y/N?" Caspar asks hesitantly.

"You're too good for her," Jack blurts out and Caspar gives him a stern look. Jack shrugs, the alcohol removing any of his inhibitions. "I'm just saying mate she doesn't treat you the way she should. I know you love her but you're not even happy and you have to let that shit go."

I stay quiet knowing the weight of those words. It was true, Y/N gave me no reason to stay, my heart was only invested because I'd been in it for so long. I wasn't happy and she didn't care.

•••

The next few weeks are a blur. Y/N and I wake up together and fall asleep together but I feel it. The chord that held us together before frays slowly. Or maybe that was just me holding on before and slowly letting go now that I faced the reality: Y/N and I weren't working and we were just super far from home.

[happyclown]

OC TAG - Willa Aveline Harlow

here’s another tagged thingy for willa...

QUESTIONS below:

1. What is your name? Hi, the name’s Willa. Most people call me Will tho.

2. Do you know why you were named that? I joke around, saying my mom wanted a boy named Will, but that’s all a lie lol. My name means resolute protection and my mom really liked how it sounded so there’s that.

3. Single or taken? *shows left hand with a huge smile* I’m married! Finally put a ring on Reed hahahah

4. Stop being a Mary Sue! …Um, okay?

5. What’s your eye color? They’re like a light blue.

6. How about hair color? Dark brown, my natural hair color.

7. Have you any family members? I have my husband, my parents, two older siblings, a niece and an adorable nephew. It just keeps getting bigger and bigger hehe.

8. Oh, how about pets? I have my precious doggo, Poe and then my beautiful snake named noodle. We might get a cat, but Reed and I are still talking about it

9. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like? Hmm, I absolutely hate peas. They’re an abomination of a vegetable. I also don’t like shitty drivers, people who treat animals like crap, bitter tasting food, and unnecessary jumpscares in horror games.

10. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do? Making and watching films! Uhhh, there’s also dancing, gardening, martial arts, and playing video games.

11. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before? Yeah, probably emotionally. Not intentionally tho, I hate making people upset.

12. Ever… killed anyone before? No...why the hell is this a question??

13. What kind of animal are you? I honestly don’t know...I’ve been googling a ton of animals but there’s so many to choose from...they’re all so cool!!

14. Name your worst weaknesses. God, I’m full of them. Where do I even start....I cry a lot, huge worry wart, really anxious person and I’m very guarded as a person. I don’t let a lot of people in because I find it hard to trust people. I guess it’s because I’ve gotten screwed over so many times.

15. Do you look up to anyone at all? Not really. I admire people for their accomplishments and stuff, but I don’t like to put people on a pedestal. 

16. Are you straight, gay or bisexual? I’m pansexual

17. Do you go to school? Yeah, I have a degree in Film.

18. Ever want to marry and have kids one day? Well, I got one of those down hahah. Hmmm, kids? Maybe...maybe not, who knows, to be honest.

19. Do you have fangirls/fanboys? Surprisingly, yes. I’m happy that people like my work and everything, but I’ve had to sign my fair share of restraining orders because some people don’t know what the word privacy means.

20. What are you most afraid of? I guess dying....wow, it just got so dark hahaha...I’m just really scared of the unknown like what happens after...I don’t know, sorry...

21. What do you usually wear? It depends a lot on my mood. I really enjoy fashion so every day is different. One day, I’ll be in super bright colorful clothing with loads of pattern, the next day i’m in a frilly white dress.

22. What’s one food that tempts you? Cottage pie...yes, I know it typically has peas, but I make mine without that abomination of a vegetable.

23. Am I annoying you? Not really, it takes a lot to bother me.

24. Well, it’s not over! Okay!

25. What class are you (low class, middle class, high class)? I was born in a upper middle class family. My mom is one of the associate curators at the Met and my dad is one of the directors at the MoMA. He also teaches at the New School for Fine arts. I would still consider myself middle class, make enough to have financial stability.

26. How many friends do you have? Not as many as people would like to think. I have a decent amount of friends that I talk to on a daily basis. The rest are just acquaintances. I like my privacy so it takes time for me to warm up to people. Although, if you’re my friend, you already know we’re friends forever; ride or die kinda deal. Friendship means a lot to me.

27. What are your thoughts on pie? If you’re cottage or shepherd’s pie, hell yeah...the rest, i don’t care about.

28. Favorite drink? Any kind of fruit juice, especially lemonade. I’m not a huge fan of alcohol. I’m a huge lightweight... my limit is like two mixed drinks hahaha. I’m usually the mom of the group when my friends go out to drink.

29. What’s your favorite place? The New York Aquarium..my dad and I used to go there a lot. Lot of good memories were made there. That place was so magical to me when I was younger lol...

30. Are you interested in anyone? Yes, it’s my husband (in the distance, you can hear reed shouting my wife from the kitchen)

31. That was a stupid question. Was it?

32. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean? Neither, not a huge fan of deep bodies of water. I can’t swim either so it’s best if I just dip my toes into the water instead haha or let reed drag me around by his shoulders.

33. What’s your type? Hmmm....(in the distance, you can hear reed shouting me multiple times) I guess someone who’s humble and down to earth. Someone I can talk to every day without getting bored...like we never run out of things to talk about. I also like it if they’re funny and make me laugh until my stomach hurts. Oh! and smiles...I love it when people have a nice genuine smile and you can see the happiness in their eyes.

34. Any fetishes? ....*clears throat* I’m not letting myself get kink shame.

35. Camping or indoors? I prefer the indoors because I’m a huge homebody but whenever reed wants to go, I go. I know it makes him happy and s’mores are fucking delicious.

Well then, that’s it?...uhhh, well bye! hahaha

[littlelovelymemes]

✰ * º ❛ more popular text posts starters. ❜

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[scenariosofkonoha]

Head canons of things the Uchihas do when they get mad at s/o

Okey dokey, we’re going to assume that you pushed all these boys to the absolute edge. Also, I just did Shisui  Itachi, and Sasuke, bc that’s what people normally ask for and doing more than 3 is a lot, but if you wanted someone else, just drop me another ask with them!

Itachi

He’s normally very calm and very level headed throughout almost all fights, but if you somehow push Itachi Uchiha to a point where he is genuinely angered at you; he’s like a switch. He will go from being one of the most communicative people in the entire world to a complete brick wall. He will refuse to talk to you, touch you, or acknowledge you even exist. This is mainly because he doesn’t want to say or do anything in the heat of the moment that will be hurtful to you, but also because you just made him so upset that he just doesn’t want to deal with you.

He’ll probably leave the house for a while and just walk around, try to get rid of some of that tension within his chest. For the most part he is good at controlling his anger, but not necessarily dealing with it, if that makes any sense. He’s most certainly someone who allows it to build and build until he snaps. He doesn’t deal with it, he just pushes it away, but even Itachi has his moments when he can no longer push it away.

Even if he’s finally reached his breaking point, he will never yell at you, or even slightly raise his voice. He will be brutally honest, but he has never raised his voice or cursed at his S/O before. This is partially because he does shut himself away from his S/O when he is truly angered, but he also knows that he can be intimidating when he get angered  (remember that time the Uchiha hoebags confronted him about Shisui? Yeah.) and the last thing that he wants if for his S/O to be scared of him, so he has just a very conscience anger.

But assuming if it’s a major fight between the two of you that caused him to become like that, if he saw you cry, because you were so worked up, that anger would vanish in an instant. He may be mad at you, but you’re still his everything and he refuses to let you cry, especially cry over something that he has done. Bless his heart.

Sasuke

His anger towards is S/O is a bit different than his general anger, because he still most definitely cares about you, but his actions and what is going through his head do not always match up, especially in circumstances where he’s upset, so he ends up coming off having a very heartless anger that’ll rip daggers right into his S/O’s heart.

If you specifically do something to piss him off, compared to just the situation in general angering him, then he treats you as if you’ve completely betrayed him. In his mind, you should have known better than to have done whatever that upset him, so he will treat you like the enemy or a disobedient child, depends on how badly you’ve angered him.  

His entire body language stiffens up. It’s evident that he’s angered about something just by the way that he acts towards you; you don’t even have to hear him say anything to know that there’s something that you’ve done that’s angered him. His back becomes more tense and he just gives you these cold glares without telling you anything at all; glares that are colder than his normal smolder. He’ll keep at least one to two feet distance from you at all times and if you go and try to grab his hand or touch his shoulder, he will either pull away or push your hand away. He’s finicky about personal space when he’s mad.

If you’ve angered him to a point where he’s fuming, then expect for him to throw plenty of insults your way. He becomes very defensive of himself, and with his record, the best way to be defensive is to be offensive to you. He will make it seem like everything’s your fault and that you’re too dull to see it. It’s all very shady and very belittling towards you, but that’s the best way that he can defend himself.

Shisui

Shisui is also very level headed for the most part, but if he is pushed to the edge and lets his anger get the best of him, he can become extremely vocal. He’s definitely a yeller in arguments, and he also ends up cursing a lot while arguing with you, but you have to push him really far to get him actually cursing and yelling. Now, he doesn’t really curse at you, like he will never call you a ‘bitch’ or anything, he will say stuff like “what the hell were you thinking” or “all of this is fucking stupid.” If he is at the point where he’s using profanity, it’s more directed towards the situation and not you.

Lots of hand movements. He talks with his hands a lot to begin with, but when he’s mad, he cannot keep his hands still. They’re caught up on his hair or against his temple or being flung out in the air as he’s arguing. He literally cannot keep himself still for more the 2 seconds when he’s in an argument. He paces the room and just needs to be in constant motion when he’s all riled up about whatever it is. This never translate into him being violent though. Dear Lord, that’s probably the last thing Shisui would do, but he does need to be physically moving through arguments.

His anger probably has roots in many things. I don’t want to necessarily say that he bottles things up, but if his problem is deeply rooted in multiple things then it’s going to work him up a lot more than just one thing. He becomes more stressed out and his anger becomes more evident if his problem is something that deals with his S/O, the village, his clan, and all of that mess. He won’t fuss over small things, but he knows all that is a serious matter, and it causes him to become angry quicker just because of the seriousness of it all.   

I could easily see Shisui using alcohol or cigarettes or something along those means as an outlet for his anger if he cannot immediately settle it with his S/O. I don’t think that any of these things are common practice for him, but if he’s at a point where he cannot get all of the tension out of his system at quick enough rate, he might turn to something just to help him calm down. He’s not used to be so worked up that it takes it’s toll on him and he just wants it to end and if a drink or smoke will do that, then he has no reservations.