#it was getting close to my wedding date but scheduled anyways

[trickstarbrave]

It really sucks when I’m talking abt a medical experience and someone said that it sounded awful and like doctors weren’t helping b4 I then explain acrually it was the only time every doctor and nurse I saw was super helpful and nice, that I just went from okay-ish to literally being hospitalized within a very short timespan. They were taking it seriously and believed me and ordered tests and everything. They did tests at first to make sure I wasn’t dying and when they found only a few abnormalities I was referred to a specialist. And then while waiting for my appointment I was hospitalized :’D

And this sucks bc this shouldn’t be weird. It shouldn’t be a shockingly rare situation where I was suffering, in agony, and potentially having serious health problems that could hurt me long term or kill me that I was treated with compassion and given prompt treatment and help from ppl who looking out for my well-being. The worst I got was a couple of nurses bring very mildly annoyed but everyone has off days at work, they still made sure I got what I needed right away and reassured me I’d be okay

[coryndoll]

lover of mine

drew starkey x actress!reader au

— in which drew and y/n, secretly exes, must fake date in order to keep the peace at a mutual friend’s wedding, but the forced proximity makes them question whether they ever truly moved on.

warnings: sweet baby boy drew whos willing to help u, nothing else rly

next

authors note: i wanted to give it a sort of “the proposal” / “anyone but you” type of feel !! this is obviously going to be a series so let me know if u want to be added to the tag list from now on so u dont miss an update ! <3

your body freezes in place when you’re asked about the wedding. crap, you forgot. but it isn’t like you received any invite.

“theo sent you an invite through the mail. you got it right?” your friend, leila, asks you. leila and her fiancé theo have been your friends for years now, ever since you met leila during a movie priemere and shared respect on each other's careers. she’s been your closest friend, so theo naturally had to come along too.

“what? yeah,” you lie right through your teeth, and guilt punches you in the face when you stare right into her bright eyes. you raise the cup of coffee. “was literally jumping for joy when i got it.”

leila sighs in relief. “thank god we got the right address,” she says and you question what she means by that before she continues, “we didn’t know whether to send it to your apartment or drew’s.”

your breath is caught and you pause before your drink reaches your lips.

“drew,” you repeat, and she nods.

“yeah, but we figured you’ll both see it either way so, sent it to his place ‘cause theo said it was closer,” leila says, and you raise your eyebrows in amusement. “but anyway! before the wedding, i wanted to stay with our inner circle so if it’s possible for a little two-week vacation? the venue is close to my mom and her boyfriend’s house so we’d just be staying there. i would’ve picked after the wedding if theo didn’t already have the honeymoon planned. he’s too excited.”

“wait, two weeks?” you inquire, “who’s coming?”

she shrugs, “you and drew, libby, gia . . .” she trails off as she thinks about it, and you swallow as you set your cup down. “i forgot who else. i know it’s one of theo’s coworkers but i forgot who. let me text him actually.”

your face lights up at the opportunity to get away, and you nod. “i need to call drew actually,” you say, and she smiles and nods as you stand from your seat and make your way to her living room. “need to remind him to take the . . . fish . . . out.”

“fish?”

“we’re having fish tonight, yeah.”

you turn away to scroll through your contacts until you find his, then click on it. you settle down on the couch as you wait anxiously for him to pick up, and just hope that he does.

just before the call goes to voicemail, the line clears. “yeah?”

“you are such a—!” you hiss quietly, careful not to let leila hear you. “why didn’t you tell me leila and theo sent you a wedding invite for us?”

“i literally just checked my mail, alright? i would’ve said something about it as soon as i saw it,” he tells you. “i just flew in two days ago, y/n. i’m at the . . . i’m not at my apartment right now but my mail’s all on my counter. i’ll look for it once i’m home and then send you pictures of it, okay?”

you know that your situation with drew is slightly complicated. you were together for five years before ending things just a year ago.

because of your careers, you aren’t surprised that people assume you’re still dating. even close friends like leila and theo. everything was kept private. a year into the relationship was when fans even found out about you two.

you both have been looking for a time to address the breakup, to friends first for sure, but with your conflicting schedules, the time’s just never come up, and sending a “by the way, we broke up” text to an imessage groupchat wasn’t totally ideal.

even with the wedding coming up, having to be around everyone while you celebrate your closest friends, how are you either of you supposed to bring it up now?

“okay,” you tell him. “just text me when you’re free. any time before 10, please.”

“okay,” drew’s voice is soft and understanding. the line goes dead and you pull your phone away from your ear, seeing that he’s hung up.

your expected text comes around 8pm. drew’s sent you four different attachments. all are photos of the elaborate and detailed wedding invitation. the designs must’ve been leila’s idea.

you’re surprised to see an incoming call on your laptop right after. you hover over the accept button, then click on it.

his face fills a rectangle of your screen. he’s on his phone—“do you see it?”

“yeah wait,” you mumble, clicking out of the facetime to open your messages with him, then click the first photo. “leila and theo; rsvp by september twenty-seventh.”

“the letter’s addressed to my place but they put our names on the envelope,” drew tells you, and it looks like he’s ruffling through something before he flips his camera to display his counter. on it is the envelope in question, which is addressed to his apartment, but for y/n and drew, it says.

you hum. “are you going?” you ask him.

“of course i’m going. what do you mean?”

you shake your head, “nothing.”

drew only knows of leila or theo because of you, because leila works with you. maybe he’s made friends with theo but it’s not something you’ve personally seen, so you’re just assuming that maybe since you’ve broken up, there’s no reason for him to go? especially when he’s filming soon?

you stare down at your keyboard as you speak again, “leila wants us to come on a two-week pre-stay with her and theo. and others.”

there’s a brief pause from drew, like he doesn’t understand.

you sense it immediately and continue. “like, before the wedding, she told me today about how her mom has his house she wants us to stay in, just a few of us for two weeks, then they have her wedding— i don’t know, i need to ask her more about it. i think she just wants to fly everyone out and spend more time with us before she’s on honeymoon and living the wife life.”

“could be fun,” drew says. “i mean, i can’t even remember the last time i was out with theo or leila. it might be good for us.”

you furrow your eyebrows at him through the screen, and you try to read him to see if he’s joking. “there is no more ‘us’, remember? and by the way, neither leila or theo or anybody else knows that.”

drew hesitates as if he’s trying to justify your situation.

you rub your eye before resting the side of your head against your fist, “they addressed the invitation to both of us, drew. i feel like we should at least tell them the truth so that when we get there, they know.”

drew hesitates, his eyes moving around as if searching for the right words. “yeah, i know. it’s just . . . complicated.”

“complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it,” you say, feeling frustration build up. “it just feels dishonest. they think we’re still together, and if they find out at the wedding, it’ll look like we’re hiding things.”

“we are hiding things,” he reminds you. “we’ve been avoiding the topic. do you really want to drop this bomb on them right before their wedding?”

you go silent as you think about it, because if telling them isn’t a good option then . . .

“what if we just kept up the appearance that we’re still together?” drew suggests. it draws your attention as you look up at your laptop. “for the wedding and the pre.”

you blink, taken aback. “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” drew continues, “what if we act like we’re still together while we’re there? it might make things easier for everyone. seeing us apart will just create tension. people will feel like they’ll need to walk on eggshells around us.”

you give him a skeptical look. “acting like a couple isn’t the same as actually being one. i’m not sure i can just pull it off without it feeling fake.”

“we’re not faking,” drew says gently. “we’re just playing a part for a bit. we’re professionals. it’s literally our job. we can do this for a few days.”

you pause, considering his words. “but what if it just makes things worse? what if pretending just complicates everything?”

drew’s expression softens, and he speaks more earnestly. “look, we’ve been in tough spots before. there’s been so many times on set with you and i before that we’ve had to navigate headfirst. this is no different. think of it as a role we have to play for a short time. it doesn’t change what’s real.”

you sit back, processing his suggestion. “so we fake it for now and deal with the truth later?”

he hums. “it’s not ideal, but it could save a lot of awkwardness and stress. we can be civil and supportive for their sake, and then handle everything after.”

you let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of the decision. “it just feels like a lot of work to keep up a pretense. but i guess if we’re going to do this, we need to at least figure out how to make it believable.”

“we’ll figure it out,” drew says, his voice a little more hopeful. “it’s not about being perfect. it’s just about getting through the weeks without making things worse.”

you nod slowly, still feeling uneasy but recognizing the practicality of his idea. “okay. pretend for leila and theo, and then deal with the fallout afterwards.”

there’s a faint smile on his face as he nods at you. “just two weeks, remember? we can do that,” he says. “i’m gonna head to bed. i’ll talk to you tomorrow about it, alright?”

“okay,” you murmur, and drew hangs up on you.

the facetime window closes and displays your last app that’s been open, your messages. you’re face-to-face with the photos of the invitations once more, and a part of you is overwhelmed with emotions—fear, excitement, guilt.

two weeks. that’s all it is. just two weeks with your ex-boyfriend. you can survive that . . .

right?

[nattinatalia]

JACK HARLOW X READER : ANNIVERSARIES & SIXTY-NINES

A/N : This is a second collaboration with my buttercup @harlowcomehome 💚 if you haven’t read our very first collab, here’s where you can find it, part 1 2 & 3 always fun and an honor working with you babes. Ilyyyyy for life 💚🤞🏼

“But, wait. Listen to me, you’re not listening to me” Jack was shouting, something he rarely ever did especially so early in the morning.

“Can’t you back out? They can’t find another opener? It’s not about the money. I don’t care, I want to make sure I’m here.” He was sitting on the couch, his elbows pressed against his thighs.

You walked out of the bedroom, keeping your eyes on him. It was clear that he was very upset. You had only made out a few words in the conversation.

“Fuck it. Okay,” he said, throwing his phone to the side as he prematurely hung up on whoever he was talking to.

“Everything okay?” You walked over to him, rubbing his back as he tried to regain his composure.

He shakes his head, “I- Chris booked me for a last-minute festival.”

“Okay?” You don’t know what’s the issue with that since Jack loves to perform every chance he gets. “And you’re upset?”

He turns to look at you, “Babe, it’s this weekend.”

“Oh,” You realize what that meant immediately. “Baby, I knew our schedules would eventually clash with important dates. It’s okay.” You reassure him, pushing back his curls.

“No, it’s not, it’s our first wedding anniversary and I’m supposed to be here with you. We’re supposed to celebrate together. I had things planned for us and now they’re ruined.”

“We can always celebrate when you get back, I promise you I’m not going to hold it against you.”

“Baby, when we got married I made you a promise that I would never miss important moments involving our relationship. I promised you that I would be here.” He leans back on the couch, his hands covering his eyes.

“Jack.” You quickly straddle him, both of your legs on each side of him and you pull his hands away from his face. “Please listen to me.”

He stares at you, you can see his eyes getting watery, signs that he’s annoyed and upset. “You have nothing to worry about. I know you wouldn’t miss celebrating our anniversary on purpose. You’re an amazing husband, who always goes above and beyond. Don’t beat yourself up about it. I’m sure you’ll be here on time and if you’re not, I can always fly out to you baby.”

You rocked back and forth in his lap, he covered his face again with his hands. You heard sniffling coming from underneath them.

“Jack, my love, don’t cry” You lean forward to hug him, his head resting on your shoulder.

“I’m just frustrated,” he whimpered. “ I feel like a bad husband. Chris assured me I’d be back the night before but it just feels like I’m cutting it too close” he was still talking from behind his hands.

You pried his fingers away from his face, “ I love you, let’s make the most out of today. When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow morning” he mumbled as he wiped his face. It broke your heart to see him cry.

“Let’s make the most of today then? I don’t have anything planned” You smiled and he nodded.

The next day Jack had to leave early in the morning to catch his flight, granted he was flying in the private jet but he just wanted to get the weekend over with.

You woke up to drawers being slammed and grunts coming from Jack. “Baby?”

“Shit, sorry I woke you up.” He’s throwing clothes into his suitcase, not even bothering to fold them, which is weird to you since he’s such a control freak about that.

“I was going to wake up soon anyway.” The alarm you had set last night goes off and you quickly stop it.

“Where’s my passport?” He asks, looking around the room.

You quickly get off the bed and head to him. “It’s in your hands baby.” You reach out for it. “I need you to relax, papi.”

“I’m sorry.” He lets out a deep sigh “I just can’t believe I’m missing out on our anniversary.”

“Hey, no more of that. Let me help you pack” You start taking everything out. “Then we can have breakfast so I can drop you off at the airport.”

He shakes his head “I think it’s best you stay here, I’ll have Urban pick me up.”

You stop folding his clothes, “Wait, why?”

“I’m already having a hard time with this, you dropping me off will make me not want to go at all.”

“Bubs, I need you to be okay. I don’t want to be worried when you’re gone. I need you to be one hundred percent fine. You’ll get there and it’ll go by quickly and then you’ll come back home to me.”

“I know.” He nods, “I know I’m overreacting but I just wanted this weekend to be perfect.”

You smile at that. “And it will be.” You close up his suitcase. “Now come on, let's have breakfast and cuddle on the couch before it’s time for you to leave.”

You made Jack breakfast, rubbing his shoulders as you made sure he ate. He was always grumpy when he didn’t, and he had a long flight. You wanted to spare the others.

When he was done eating the two of you cuddled on the couch like you asked, you could tell his spirit was still sad.

“Baby, you’ll be back in time and we will have a nice dinner, and then maybe…” you giggled which peaked his attention.

“And what?” His brown furrowed, and before you could answer you heard a honk outside.

“Looks like Urb is here” You stood up to give him a hug and kiss goodbye.

“Baby” he whined followed by a chuckle. “That’s not fair.”

“Have a safe flight!! Don’t keep Urban waiting” you giggled before slapping his butt as he left out of the door.

The next two days dragged for both of you but mainly for Jack. He didn’t leave you second-guessing for a bit, and he let you know how much he missed you as often as he could.

He even sent you over your daily flower arrangement and that would always make you smile.

After his festival performance, he made sure he was ready to go so all he had to do was head to the airport and board the jet. His friends understood why he was in such a hurry, so they just followed behind him without saying a word.

“Dude come on we’ve been waiting for the pilot for thirty minutes.” Jack is tapping on his knee desperately, impatient as ever.

“Relax Jack, we’ll get there on time.” Neelam tries to get him to calm down, but she knows it’s a failed attempt.

“The dinner reservation I made is in two hours, I should’ve been back home by now. Fucking Chris needs to stop booking things without coming to me first.” Before the show started, he was informed that he had a few radio interviews he had to do, this caused him to be late to the show and he was now running late to go back home.

After waiting thirsty more minutes the pilot finally arrived and they were up in the air in no time. He was texting you back and forth, making sure you were awake and ready to go. All he had to do was take a quick shower and you’d be out the door.

Once he landed back in Louisville, his driver was already waiting for him there so he made it home in no time.

He noticed the lights were off which confused him. “Y/N?” He yelled out as soon as he walked in.

“Hi, baby.” You walk out of the kitchen, heading to him.

“Why aren’t you ready? I’ll just shower real fast and then we can head out to the restaurant.”

“Hmm about that.” You place your hands on his waist. “I canceled the reservation.”

“What?”

“Okay let me rephrase that.” You chuckle lightly. “I rescheduled for tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“Papi, I knew you’d be tired. I can tell you’ve barely slept and I need you to eat something.” You get on your tippy toes and give him a few kisses on his neck.

“I had things planned, baby.”

“I know, I spoke to Neelam and I made sure that everything you had planned for tonight, you could do tomorrow. Tonight is all about you.”

“We’re supposed to be celebrating us ” he reminded you.

“We are, and we will tomorrow. Right now I need you to undress and get into the tub, I have a bath ready for you, then we’ll eat and who knows, I’ll probably spoil you with a massage and some baby-making.” You wink at him.

“Baby making, did you say baby making?” He chuckles as he starts to undress right there in the living room, dropping his bags to the side.

“Mhm,” you smile as he grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom. “Join me?”

“I can’t, I need to make sure I get the food out of the oven but I’ll sit there with you.” You pointed to the tub that was full of stress-relief eucalyptus bubbles.

“Smells good” he sniffed the air before getting into the warm water. “This feels good,” he breathed out.

“I put some bath salts in there for body aching, I know how you feel after a show.”

“Baby you’re spoiling me.”

“You deserve it” You grabbed a headband off the bathroom counter, putting it underneath his curls to make sure they were out of his face.

You pulled up a bar stool next to the tub, making sure you had a good angle. You started to massage his shoulder blades.

“Mmmm baby, that feels good” he sighed, leaning back in the tub.

You continue to rub at his shoulders and give him little kisses here and there where his freckles are at. “Damn, have you been working out babe?”

“I hit the gym over the weekend, needed to clear my mind”

“My grumpy baby.” You give him a last squeeze and stand up.

He groans “Where are you going?” He reached for you, tugging at the ends of your little lavender silk pajama dress.

“I have to check on dinner, you finish up here and meet me in the kitchen.”

He stands up. “I’m done, I just want to spend time with you.”

“Hmm.” You can’t help but stare below his waist.

“Y/N.” Jack chuckles.

“Sorry, umm yeah meet me in the kitchen.” You quickly head out of the bathroom and make your way to the kitchen to check on the food.

You take out the pan with food and place it on the counter and start setting up the table. You light up some candles and spread some rose petals around the little setup you have.

“What is all this?” You look up and see him smiling with a little tint of red on his cheeks, signs of him blushing.

“Just a little dinner for us.” You light up the last candle. “Come, sit baby so I can fix your plate.”

“Are we having wine or champagne?”

“Since when do you drink?” You chuckle, as you’re putting the food on two separate plates.

“Tonight’s a special night, so why not?” He shrugs, unscrewing the bottle and pouring it into some champagne flutes.

You two are finally seated and eating, you cooked a steak alongside mashed potatoes and some green beans. For dessert, you had made a tres leches cake that you were now sharing.

“Mhmm, this is by far my favorite cake that you’ve baked.” He moans after taking a bite of the cake.

“You say that to all the cakes I make.”

He nods, “Yeah because they’re that good.”

“Do you want more whipped cream?” You got up from your chair and went to the refrigerator to grab the whipped cream.

“Yes please.” As soon as you hand it to him, he quickly pulls you to his lap.

“JACK!” You giggle, placing your palm on his chest.

He pushes back your hair and smears some whipped cream on your neck. “JACKMAN.”

He quickly goes to lick it off you, sucking on your neck as he goes. “Hmm, bab-baby” you squirm on his lap. “That’s going to be sticky.”

“You’re going to be sticky either way.” He stands up, and you’re still very much wrapped up around his body. “You took care of me enough tonight, it’s my turn now.”

He continued to suck and kiss your neck, his hand slowly migrating between your legs.

You stood up as you felt the core of your stomach grow tighter. “I need you in that bedroom, now.”

“Bossy hmm? I like it” he picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom bridal style. He plopped you down on the bed and before he could start to kiss you, you stopped him.

“Baby, you had such a long day, let me take care of you first” the two of you got undressed. You watched as his dick sprung free. You got in a position for him to eat you out while you sucked him off.

“We’re doing this tonight?” He smirked, he gripped your thighs with both hands, ready to position you over his mouth.

“Let’s see who cums first” you challenged, you massage his balls as you took him into your mouth.

He pulled you down to him, his mouth sloppily licking and sucking at your folds, he took your clit into his mouth and started to hum, a trick he knew always worked.

Your legs started to tremble, and you felt close, you decided to focus on the tip, knowing that usually drove him to orgasm too.

“Baby, baby, babe” his voice was panicked underneath you. “I’m going to- I need to” and he did.

You felt him release against your tongue, and that was enough to make you orgasm on his face, not that he was complaining.

You got off of him, bringing him a wet towel to wipe his face and other body parts down with.

“That was amazing” he rasped, as you waddled to the bathroom. He hadn’t even been inside you yet and you were tingly all over.

You went to the bathroom to wipe yourself clean, when you walked out of the bathroom you found your husband still naked and asleep in bed, loud snores coming from him.

You shake your head, chuckling to yourself. “I knew he was tired,” You say to yourself.

You walk toward him and cover him with the blankets, turn off the lights, and get into bed next to him.

You can’t help but stare at him while he sleeps for a bit. The room was dark but you could still make out his face. You knew he was stressed and tired, so it was a matter of time before he fell asleep.

After a few more glances at him, you lay your head on his chest and try to sleep. His snoring never kept you awake, if anything it calmed you.

You finally fell asleep after about ten minutes of repositioning, and before you knew it you were being woken up by kisses going up and down your neck and his beard scratching you as he continued.

“Mmhmm, baby?” You rasp out.

“Sorry baby” he paused to kiss you “I fell asleep on you.” He placed another kiss on your temple “But now the real celebration starts.”

He was quick to remove the blankets and you knew he had been awake for a while before he started to kiss you, he never woke up with this much energy.

“What did you have in mind?” You yawned as you sat up to get a better view of him. You realized he had never got dressed.

“Well, it is our anniversary so what if we practice making a baby” he wiggled his eyebrow before bending down to kiss you.

“I’d like that” you smiled “happy anniversary baby.”

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[angelbarelywrites]

hi there!!

i just wanted to request something birthday-themed, since its my birthday today<33 i really really love negan and he brings so much comfort to me, so i think that id love to just daydream abt spending my bday with him lol

could i request just the reader spending time with him or him even giving some sort of surprise gift? no nsfw would be preferable if thats ok! thanks again and have a good day/night <3

Hey hey!!! Happy birthday! (Or maybe late birthday?? I’m not too sure when I got the ask 😖 ) I’ve been sicky so it’s nothing too complicated, I hope that’s okay!!

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How Negan Would Spend Your Birthday With You (G/N Reader)

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

> You hadn’t been quite sure of the date before you arrived at the Sanctuary

> And even now you barely paid any attention - it didn’t matter much anyways

> You were Negan’s favorite, you didn’t have to go to work and your days were mostly counted by how long he’d be gone

> But you catch sight of the calendar when you’re sitting in his lap one day, keeping him company as he reads in his office

> (Which, an office is hardly necessary for his work but something he just likes to have to feel important )

> “oh, huh. my birthday is tomorrow.”

> You feel him stop leafing through his book

> “sugar. why didn’t you say something before now?”

> “i didn’t know?”

> he immediately walkies Simon and makes him clear his schedule for tomorrow

> you’re getting the royal treatment, whether you like it or not

> well- that’s a bit extreme

> but he certainly is insistent on you doing whatever you want

> he makes you breakfast in bed, takes you to your favorite spots- hell, he’ll make Dwight sing you happy birthday if it makes you smile

> if you’re extra adventurous, he might just let you leave the compound on a joy ride with him

> but anything you choose, he closes out the night with just you and him on the rooftop where you can watch the stars

> it feels corny, but he likes corny sometimes

> he’ll hold you close and hum into your hair, swaying gently even though there’s no music

> “…I gotcha something.“

> he slips something out of his pocket- a ring.

>not a wedding ring (he probably already calls you his spouse anyways), but a pretty one with light blue stones and a gold band

> “might be from party city. ain’t sure. but looked your size, and - shit- i dunno-“

> you rarely see him flustered, but you can tell he’s just hoping you like it- that you liked the day

> you pull him into a soft kiss and he sighs, holding you tighter

> “happy birthday baby.”

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: THIS IDEA JUST SPARKED HOLY SHIT?? OK have you ever watched Hot Ones with Sean Evens (first we feast is the youtube channel) so basically that but Steve is the one being interviewed but he LOVES spicy food??(watch the episode with Florence Pugh i LOVE it but basically I want it to be kinda like that) just yeah that. Jxjxnxnx please and thank you

MY LOVE ❤️ I admit, most of what I watch of really anything is either highlights on Tik Tok or short clips my friends send me because I am out of touch with the cool kids. But Hot Ones is SO GOOD. The Lewis Capaldi episode (I do love him anyways) had me actually almost pee my pants laughing. I hope you love this fun (short, sorry) thing for this! - Mickala ❤️

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“I just don’t know why you got Hot Ones. They could have had the whole band on there making idiots of themselves,” Eddie pouted.

He’d been pouting for two days now.

In fact, his entire band was from the moment Steve called him on tour to let him know that he would be doing the Hot Ones interview next week.

“I told you, they had a last minute cancellation and my schedule just worked. Maybe you’ll get next season,” Steve said over the phone as the oven timer went off to let him know his brownies were done cooking.

“Whatcha makin’ Stevie?” Eddie’s curiosity was adorable.

He was in London, just got off stage from their last show in Europe. Steve was in their home in LA, having the last lazy day in before his awards season started.

“If I tell you, you’ll be sad you’re missing it.”

“Tell us! Tell us!” Gareth said from much closer than Steve would have expected.

“Hi Gare Bear. No personal space tonight?”

Eddie laughed as Steve pulled the brownies out of the oven and shut it off.

“He said personal space is for people who don’t like each other and he likes me very much,” Steve could hear Eddie’s eye roll in his voice. “A shame because I can’t stand him.”

“Play nice boys. You’ll be home in less than 24 hours,” Steve reminded them.

Gareth lived a mile up the road from them with his boyfriend and their excessive amount of cats.

Excessive being four.

Steve was allergic, so any amount of cats seemed excessive to him.

But Steve and Gareth were close, had been since even before Eddie and Steve started dating.

He was Steve’s best man in their wedding, much to Dustin’s bafflement. He only didn’t argue because Eddie softened the blow by asking him to be his own best man.

Usually if baked goods or a home cooked meal were involved, Gareth would show up at their door ready to partake.

“You’ll be home when I get there?”

“Yep. Cleared my whole day just for you, baby.”

“Good. Miss you.

“Miss you too. You heading to bed?” Steve poked at the brownies, making sure they were cooked.

“Yeah, I’m beat.” Eddie yawned to emphasize how exhausted he was. “Did your manager tell them you love spicy foods or are you just gonna let them assume you’re a wimp?”

“Nah. It’ll be fun.”

—-------------------

When he arrives on the set of Hot Ones, Sean greets him with a smile and a handshake.

Eddie wasn’t able to come with him, but Robin had promised to record the whole thing just for them.

She watched from the side next to his manager, Nancy, and his bodyguard, Hopper.

They settled at the table, got mic’d up, makeup touched up, and Sean reminded him that if he absolutely had to tap out, they could stop recording and edit everything accordingly to make it look like he made it through the challenge.

Steve wasn’t worried.

The first three wings didn’t even have a kick. It was just a casual conversation between friends.

He talked about his work with a theater group for kids in New York City, as well as his work on an indie film that was coming out in the fall.

The fourth and fifth wings had a pinch of spice to them, but nothing to make even bat an eye.

Sean continued asking questions, Steve continued answering them.

On the seventh wing, Steve was barely distracted from the question: “What project of yours are you most looking forward to doing next?”

“I think I’ll be most excited to take some time off with my husband, working on starting the family we’ve wanted for a while. He’s been on tour for most of the last year, and we agreed it was a good time to figure out what we wanna do,” Steve said as he took another bite.

He could feel the burn of this one at least, felt the sting on his lips and tongue.

But it was very manageable, and the jalapeno flavor was almost refreshing. It tasted fresh.

“Okay, I have to ask: did you practice these beforehand?”

Steve snorted.

“No. I’m just not very sensitive to spicy foods. I usually keep a lot of hot sauces in my house. Poor Eddie’s learned how to tolerate spice because of it,” Steve said as they brought out the eighth wing.

“I’ve never had anyone so calm at this point. I’m starting to think even the hottest one won’t really bother you!”

“I guess we’ll see!”

The ninth wing was hot. He wouldn’t try to deny it.

“It does have a lovely watermelon flavor to it, very fruity and tangy on top of the spice. I like it,” Steve smiled.

He knew his face was getting a bit red from this one, and he reached for the water, but only had to take a couple of small sips before he was ready to keep going.

“Alright, for this one, we’ll ask a question for you to answer before and then we’ll have one for right after. You ready?”

“Bring it on!”

And it definitely did.

It was hot, and he could feel tears in his eyes, and sweat breaking out across his forehead.

“Finally, we have a reaction!” Sean exclaimed.

“This one’s definitely a lot more than the others,” Steve added, reaching for the milk.

He could tell Robin and Nancy were laughing, probably very much enjoying any amount of pain he managed to have when he went into this so sure that none of them would get to him.

“Final question: Would you ever consider retiring to follow Eddie on tour with your future family?”

Steve nodded once, taking another sip of the milk.

God, this one was hot.

“Uh, yep. I mean, retiring is a strong word. I would definitely take a long break. I’ve always wanted a family,” he stopped to take another sip and a bite of the celery. “I’ve wanted to be a dad for as long as I can remember. And I know Eddie wants that, but he also doesn’t wanna stop making music, and the rest of his band isn’t ready to take a break like that. I know it would be easy for me, so my plan would be to take at least a few years off.”

“Doing alright over there?”

Steve laughed, fanning his face.

“I’m okay. That just went from a kick to a beatdown pretty quick.”

“Well, you’re a pro at making it look easy. You deserve an Oscar for this performance!”

It was a ridiculous sentiment, but funny, and Steve was up for an Oscar this year.

He finished the glass of milk and shook Sean’s hand, thanking him for having him.

“Eddie is already in tears watching Sean watch you in disbelief,” Robin started as soon as he joined them again.

“What was all that at the end?” Nancy asked, arms crossed, face furious.

He usually had free reign in interviews, but he knew Nancy would tell him not to mention anything even slightly related to retirement.

His career had really only just taken off a couple years earlier, and talking about a break or retiring now would immediately cut his chances of good roles in half.

“Just the truth, Nance. You know Eddie and I wanna start a family,” he said as they started walking through the backstage area to leave.

“I just didn’t know that meant taking a break. I thought you’d just take turns with stuff or hire a nanny.”

Steve knew that worked for a lot of couples, but they both were too family-focused for that. They didn’t want a nanny raising their kids.

“Why are you freaking out?”

“I’m not! I just would’ve liked a heads up.”

Robin stared between them, eyes bouncing back and forth like it was a tennis match.

“I don’t have to tell you every single detail of my life. You know all that’s relevant right now.”

Nancy sighed, but nodded, turning away and typing furiously on her phone.

His phone rang seconds later.

“Sweetheart, let me just say: it is so sexy how you handle those hot sauces,” Eddie’s teasing voice was enough to get him back into a happy mood.

“Your standards for sexy are so low,” Steve said as he walked to the corner to get as much privacy as possible.

“No, it’s just that everything you do is sexy.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“But I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.”

“Steve!” Sean’s voice came from behind him, large smile lighting up his face. “Sorry to bother you, but would Eddie and the guys like to come on the show as our bonus episode this season?”

Eddie was screaming yes through the phone, much to their amusement.

“So…yes?” Sean asked.

“Yes!” Eddie yelled.

Sean walked away to update the producer while Steve kept talking to Eddie.

“See? Now you’ll get your show, too.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

[2kverrr]

Omg hi I just saw your work in the cyberpunk x reader tag! Can I please request something for Meredith Stout? Either a SFW alphabet or dating headcanons would be lovely!

Thank you so much for sending this in !! I've been meaning to post for her for ages but never got to it (tysm for reminding me how amazing she is)

MEREDITH STOUT || SFW Alphabet

CYBERPUNK 2077 || 2.k words

A: Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Meredith would not be caught dead showing affection to you in front of anyone, especially not her inferiors. She's the queen of that bad bitch lifestyle and wants it to remain that way.

Though she loves doing it subtly and getting away with it, running the toe of her heels up your leg during a meeting, leaving lingering touches on your waist, arms or shoulders as she walks past you, she'll lean extremely closely over you as she examines any and every piece of work you've completed.

But worst of all are the looks.

Usually her looks would burn her hole through her agents head, it's the kind of glance that makes people scream and running away. But the looks she sends your way, my oh my, they make you twirl your hair around your air and start kicking your legs like a lovesick 15 year-old.

B: Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

We all know Meredith Stout does not do friends, to be honest, I think to become close to a friend of hers (and I mean barely close to a friend of hers) you'd have to be her bitch for a solid half-year. And God it'd be exhausting.

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She loves to cuddle, but she'd never call it that. Yeah, those mornings in bed tangled in one another, yeah definitely not cuddling (in her eyes anyway).

She just wants you close, so you end up just flopping down on top of her majority of the time because you're both absolutely shattered.

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

This woman is rich rich, does she fuck clean or cook for herself? No way.

Truth is; she'd be useless without her hired cooks and cleaners. But you can't blame her, she's devoted to her work and dedicates as much time as possible towards it.

God, she wishes she could settles down, but now earning her role as senior operations manager, she's not gonna settle down for one hell of a while. But that doesn't stop her dreaming about buying a cottage out of NC, retiring and spending ever moment you have left together.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Easy Dump'N'Dip.

Blocked on everything, locks changed, number changed, work schedule changed. Ending things with you would almost definitely gave something to do with her line of work.

The two of you have discussed it often, you're on the verge of coming to terms with it, but you both know neither of you could go on without the other.

F: Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

At first, you're both kind of just a one time thing that quickly turned into a twenty time thing. It was almost impossible for the two of you to not catch feelings for one another, and Stout's one cold hearted bitch.

She'd love to marry you, but marrying you means planning a wedding, service, honeymoon - and quite frankly, she doesn't have the time to do it. She's fine acting like a married couple without a ring on her finger, secretly she finds the concept of marriage ridiculous.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

She's pretty harsh sometimes, but you got used to it pretty quick. Our Meredith is stressed to the bones, she does need a good venting session from time to time, but when work isn't on her mind and she finally has minimal to worry about it's honestly like finally putting a new born to sleep.

Her touch is usually firm, she likes holding you tight - god her handshakes are bone crushing.

She's not exactly keen on emotions (as we are aware of), she gets uncomfortable and her fight and flight low-key kicks in - well it's more of a 'tell them to suck it up or immediately evacuate'.

She does try her hardest with you by attempting to comfort you when you're upset, but it more or less ends in her promising to wipe what upset you off the face of the earth without a trace.

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are they like.)

She loves them, but will never initiate them. It's one of those, she'll let you hug her, but she won't let you go afterwards. Too busy enjoying sinking into your hold, taking in the scent of your shampoo, her hands searching every inch of your back, she would honestly fall asleep standing up in one of your hugs.

She will not be afraid to throw you out of the nearest window if you were to do it in front of her agents, just kidding, thought she'd definitely think about it

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I feel like she'd drop hints nonchalantly all while her systems are slowly shutting down waiting for your reply. She will beat around the bush so hard, "It's so hard not to love you." - "I love your hair." - "I love your eyes." - "I love your smile."

All these clues and you still don't get it? Complete system failure. She's too proud to out rightly confess her love for you, so she expects you to do it for her.

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they get jealous?)

She's so jealous, someone at work is getting a little too close for comfort. Fired. They guy in the apartment across visiting one too many times. Eviction notice. You receive a message/call off of a number belonging to somebody you met and Stout didn't. Whole ass Militech interrogation routine.

It's not that green doesn't suit her, it definitely does. She can just be a little extreme sometimes.

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like?)

Long and passionate, she rarely does short and sweet. Her career comes with many threats, though there isn't much chance, every kiss could be her last.

She loves placing them just under your ear on your jawline, something about that soft spot just makes her weak (plus it hides her smile while she does it).

L: Little ones (How are they around children?)

"Little shits." - "Dirty, snot-nosed rodents." - "Tiny disgusting creatures."

That basically sums it up, thought what she hates more than kids, are teenagers. You're not sure when you discovered this but she despises teens, which doesn't give you much hope on the kids front.

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

She longs for a lazy morning, but she has a strict routine she tries her hardest to stick to. She will spare 5/10 minutes of that routine to watch your steady asleep breaths.

On the odd occasion you'll catch her staring, and she'll immediately scramble off and act casual.

N: Night (How are nights with them?)

You both just fall into bed, you both wait all day for the time where you just strip down from your clothes and collapse into Meredith's silk sheets.

She's a light sleeper, like she'll roll over in her sleep and wake herself up. She envies your ability to sleep for a solid 12 hours uninterrupted.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they spill everything all at once or slowly reveal things with time?)

This is actually her favourite memory of the two of you (as going to be mentioned in Remember). At first, it was a big chunk of her emotions, and after that she felt comfortable enough with you to slowly string along small pieces of information often.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She's always angry at something, not just 'Ugh, that's so annoying' kind of angry, more like whacking your hairbrush off your head when you were 9 kind of angry (we've all been there).

You don't tend to challenge her much, not because you don't want to, but because you don't need to. So she's got a bit more patience when it comes to you.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?) Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Everything. Like she could probably recite every conversation the two if you have had since you met.

R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Of course it's work related. You had left your keys at the office, but when you get back you fin Meredith sat on the floor with files scattered everywhere. You'd never seen her like this, outfit messed up, hair unruly, and her overall being stressed.

You offered to help her with whatever she was looking for, but she refused. One thing led to another, and she just spilled everything too you - she'd made some sort of mistake in some paperwork from 5 months ago, now it's biting her back in the ass.

She felt safe with you, like you truly wanted to hear her out and really wanted to make her feel better. She'd never come across someone willing to lend a hand to their hard ass boss who's not often seen so vunerable.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Girl she is Militech, you're safe.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She's all for the often wine and dine, always at big fancy restaurants where the chandeliers are bigger than the tables. So it doesn't give much left for really important dates.

So they're left to you, because she is terrible at planning a date that isn't just reserving a table and splashing out on the most expensive wine.

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Her attitude, you understand that in her line of work it's vital to come off not to be messed with and confident. But sometimes your kind soul can't take it when she snaps at the new assistant for suggesting a not-so-bad idea.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Around you, not at all. She's notice how you worship the ground she walks on and she loves it.

Her looks are always on point, hours being put into a mere outfit for people she sees for about 10 minutes a day.. So she loves letting loose.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Of course, who would file her documents?

That's what she would usually tell you. But really, you get her through the day, you bring an escape to her life even if that escape is only for 5 minutes on a random tuesday.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Here's a few:

She CANNOT handle spicy food, like she starts dry heaving whenever eating it.

Has two cats and treats them like her children.

She's a really bad dancer, stiff and arrhythmic - you made fun of her once and she hasn't danced since.

Will smoke like a chimney as soon as she's had a drink, but as soon you go to she scolds you.

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

Laziness - She cannot stand it.

If she has to wake up at the crack of dawn every morning just to keep NC safe, why is it such a struggle for you to just get out of bed.

At work she hates seeing mess in communal areas, spills of coffee (even of the tiniest sort) send her into a fit of rage, which is quite rare as she's never been seen in any of the communal break rooms (boujee Stout)

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

She'll go to sleep as though she's in a coffin, but wake up like a single piece of cooked spaghetti.

And of course she looks angry while she sleeps, eyebrows furrowed, occasionally with her arms folded, that's unless she's in your hold where she'll immediately surrender and soften up.

[dadonbabysworld]

Skz Reactions: You take your engagement ring off

Author’s Note: This is one of the most difficult but interesting stories I’ve written. I hope you guys like it. I forgot to mention the inspiration behind this was from @yangfleurs and her writing. Anyways, please let me know your favorite members story :)

Genre: angst & a lil hurt/comfort

Word Count: 5,052

Warnings: Mentions of motion sickness, fear of flights/heights, forgetting to eat, cursing, not wanting to get out of bed, home sickness, jealousy, other kpop groups besides skz, degrading words, previous death, and trauma.

Chan

It was stressful to be with Chan because he doesn’t spend much time at home. You rarely see each other but he makes up for it in his own ways. Most days are spent overthinking though.

Chan spent so much time helping you gain confidence and the ability to communicate. He is proud of the steps you have made in this journey even if it is against his own judgement.

He wanted to get you out your comfort zone a bit by taking you on vacation. The issue is you didn’t feel comfortable with flights over four hours. You get too in your head on top of getting motion sickness every time you fly. Longer than four hours is torture.

“I just don’t see the big issue babe. It’s only a six hour flight. I will try to find you some medicine for your motion sickness.”

“I don’t feel comfortable doing that Channie…”

“Babe you’ll love this place though. You like tropical weather and we can go surfing and stuff. It will be fun. Just you and me.”

“Chan we can go anywhere to have fun. I just cannot do it.”

“I already paid for it babe..”

“WITHOUT TELLING ME?! Chan! Now I have to go on a trip because you paid for it. Way to guilt me into going..” You got up from your seat next to him.

“Hold on. You know I didn’t do this on purpose.” He grabs your hand, looking up into your eyes.

“What? Did you think I was just gonna have nothing to say?” You questioned. He didn’t say anything simply looking away.

“You mister communication is important and boundaries are normal thought nothing about the future?! Respect my fucking boundaries Chan.” You pull away from him and place the ring in his hand before leaving.

He sits there looking at it for a while before coming into the living room.

“I think we should just call off the wedding.” Chan suggests.

“And what makes you say that?” You ask. Of course he didn’t come out here to apologize.

“You gave the ring back… you must not want it.”

“I gave it back because you didn’t fucking respect my boundaries. It is a warning. The next time you will lose me. Chan I don’t force you to experience discomfort or face your fears, and you shouldn’t do either of those things to me. If I forced us to go skydiving, you’d be upset.”

“No I wouldn’t. I’m not a giant baby like you. I actually can do things that make me uncomfortable. It’s about growth which you obviously don’t want if you’re never willing to do anything.”

You nod slowly and lean back. You see how he really felt about the situation. He doesn’t wanna get married to you. He is easily willing to call it off and insult you as well.

Minho

It was not a smooth journey for you and Minho to finally be engaged. Several on and off situations, the contacting each other on different accounts, and all the other bullshit got you where you are today.

You were not expecting to be engaged at this age especially after being so temporary with him before. You don’t even have a relationship date anymore because y’all were not together so much.

Minho was a lover and close to you, but somehow he still manages to push you to a level of rage you shouldn’t be feeling. He was just irritated so much. Every little situation made him mad, and his anger can be a lot.

He is working on his anger, but today was just a lot for you both. Being that you both had different schedules, you split responsibilities in order of who had time to do it. You took care of the pets in most cases. Besides dinner, Minho fed them dinner instead of you.

You just had forgotten to give them breakfast. They were more vocal than normal when he arrived home. You were in the shower. Knowing he would be home around that time, you got yourself together after having a breakdown to try to make yourself presentable.

He feeds them before coming into your shared room. “Baby?” He yells into the bathroom. “Yes?”

“Did you feed the babies? They seemed really starved.”

Oh shit. After being glued to the bed all of today, you realized you truly neglected all your responsibilities for today. “No.. I forgot!” You yell back. He sighs and comes into the bathroom. “Babe! You can’t keep forgetting about them. It’s the second day in a row. I might as well feed them all at night!”

“Well do that then!”

He growled as he grabbed the make up remover from the cabinet. “What the fuck do I need you for then? Can’t even care for our cats let alone future children.”

You cut off the shower and pulled the curtain back. “That’s not the same and you know it. I will literally remember our child.” You step out the shower and grab a towel.

“How do I know that? You can’t remember my children now. They’re important to me. I’m starting to think you’re jealous of them.”

“Jealous? Of some cats? Let’s be so fucking for real Minho.” You tell him drying off. You grab your lotion from the sink.

“Yes jealous. You get jealous over anything. Also, let’s not act like you have the maternal gene. You obviously let them starve today. Like I’m pretty sure you wish I would be nicer to you like them but then you do shit like this.”

“Shit like this?”

“Yes! Be unreliable like how are we gonna build anything together when you gon forget the nail’s then act like it’s not a big issue. Be making me question if you’re wifey material.”

You just leave the bathroom after that comment. You sit your engagement ring on the dresser as you get dressed. Hopefully he gets the message that you’re irritated with him. You go into the kitchen to check on the cats and to apologize to them.

As the cats crowd around you to get pet, minho comes into the room with your ring in hand.

“So now we’re forgetting our rings?” He asks.

“I’m not motherly and not wifey material right? Are you really surprised?”

“You’re a fucking child! Stop being stupid and put the damn ring on. You really mad at the truth. You need to work on yourself.”

“You didn’t even ask why I didn’t feed them. I’m DEPRESSED Minho. You don’t even give a fuck.”

“How would I know that?!” He yells in your face.

“MAYBE IF YOU GAVE A FUCK!” You say as tears roll down your face. “I fucking hate you. You’re a selfish bitch.” You push him away as you grab your coat and leave the house slamming the door.

Changbin

Changbin constantly makes you wonder if you were good enough for him. It was your difference in personality and lifestyle that made you wonder if you guys were compatible.

You didn’t argue much though. Just lots of misunderstandings. Nothing gets too out of hand. That is why you are shocked at the lack of care he has right now.

“What do you mean we can’t live in another country? I literally have been living here for you for years Changbin. I wanna spend some time home if possible.”

“When we get married, I want to start a family. We can’t be uprooting our family like that. It’s not good for a baby or children to leave super young.”

“Then let’s wait for them to get older before coming back. We will be leaving before I get 30 years old.”

“That’s asking a lot. We are secure here.”

“And asking me to move half way across the fucking world wasn’t a lot Changbin?!”

“Don’t start cursing and yelling. Let’s try to have a conversation not an argument.”

“Now you’re gonna tell me what to do? Why would I wanna get fucking married to you? We don’t even want the same things. You’re not willing to even compromise.”

“Compromise?! You just want it to go your way! You decided to stay here. How is that my fault? Be for real y/n. You really think I’m not compromising. You aren’t even understanding what I’m trying to say because you are so caught up in what you want to say in response.”

“Since I’m so uncompromising and not understanding. Marry someone else.” You throw the ring at him and walk away. He catches it and glances at it before walking up to you. He grabs your arm and leads you out the door.

“Let me go Changbin.” You try fighting with him, but his grip is too strong. He forces you to get into the car before getting in himself and driving off.

“We are gonna talk this out or you can leave and never come back again.” He states as he watches the road. He had no doubt you would just talk. You don’t really want him to be out of your life. That is unrealistic. You love him.

“I want to see my family Changbin… I want to go home.” You are nearly crying at this point.

“I understand that. I want that for you. I just don’t think we should be having a baby and doing that. We might just have to hold back on having children and getting married.”

“I just need this for my spirit. I want to do all those things with you. I just do wanna spend at least a year home. My parents are getting older. I wanna make sure they are okay and know if they are sound enough for us to stay living so far away.”

He just nods taking in everything you said. “I love you, and I am willing to do that with you. You have to acknowledge that we could go broke. I probably won’t be able to get a job so fast especially not knowing much about the land or culture…”

“Changbinn I’m not asking you to be perfect. I know this is going to be rough, but we have each other. I will try to make this as smooth as possible for us.”

He sighs and nods. “Okay but if we’re going broke within the first few months we have to leave. Promise me.”

“I promise Binnie.”

Hyunjin

You knew Hyunjin’s emotions very well because he was very open about them. His facial expressions revealed everything anyways.

That’s how you knew he was serious about this. You never once took Hyunjin for the jealous type. He was very secure in your status with him. Maybe it was that the guy was another idol.

You had attended a private party with the boys and lots of other famous celebrities were also invited. You decided to wear a simple red dress and heels. Nothing flashy as you were always impressive even in the worst clothes.

Hyunjin stayed by your side as much as possible. However, he didn’t expect you to get in a conversation with Hongjoong as soon as he walked away.

It was a simple conversation. He came over to ask what group you were in, but you cleared up any confusion.

“Oh no. I’m not an idol. I’m here with Hyunjin. That’s my boyfriend.” You explain to him.

“Oh okay. I was just wondering because I never seen you around. I saw you with Chan earlier, so I was wondering if he was hiding his friends from me.” You laugh and shake your head.

“I am friends with Chan, but he is also like my brother. Anyways, I’m y/n nice to meet you.” You bow a little.

“I’m Hongjoong from ateez. Oh here comes your man. I got to get going.” He says walking past Hyunjin and bowing some.

“Hyunjin”

“Hongjoong” he says bowing back before walking towards you. He grabs your arm and leads you to the bathroom. He locks the door once you both are inside.

“What the hell Hyunjin?”

“What the hell to me? What the hell were you and Hongjoong talking about? And why did he leave when I was approaching?!” He questioned, getting close to your face.

“First off”, you push his face back “Get the fuck out my face. Second off, why are you being so jealous right now? We talked about being an idol. He thought I was an idol, but I’m obviously not.”

“So he was trying to talk you up when I left? Fucking-“ Your laughs cut him off. You back into the wall laughing.

“What is so fucking funny?!” He yells.

“You. Look at you all jealous over nothing. I thought you were more secure and confident than this.” You inform him.

“I thought you were more trustworthy and beautiful than this. You look so ugly right now.” He says with a face that read disgust.

"If I'm so disgusting Hyunjin, find someone else to marry then!" You spat at him throwing the ring in his face and walking out the bathroom. Some of the idols in the room seemed to stop and stare in that direction.

He was embarrassed and angry. Chan came over to him and tried to talk him down, but Hyunjin locked the door behind you as he paced inside the bathroom. Tears of anger flowed down his cheeks.

Han

You haven’t seen Han in a few days. He comes home when you are already sleep, and he leaves before you could even wake up. He has been sleeping in the guest room. He tries to be discreet, but the bed hasn’t been made the same for a few days.

He must be mad about the argument and what happened. You never expected the silent treatment from him though. Your texts and calls left on delivered. He hadn’t blocked you just ignoring you on purpose. You tried to have a friend call, but he wasn’t answering anyones calls apparently. That was what you thought until you checked in with Jeongin.

You had went to get coffee together. Jeongin loved spending time with you because you were his friend. He knew something was wrong as soon as you were in his presence. He was just waiting for you to mention anything.

“Have you seen Jisung?” You ask him sipping on your coffee.

“Yes. He was in the studio yesterday with Chan. We recorded some guide’s yesterday nothing heavy.”

“Did he say anything to you about us..? Or anything alarming?”

“He didn’t say anything besides the song. The quietest I’ve seen him in months. He normally cracks at least one joke.”

You sigh. The tears were fighting to fall. Maybe you pushed him too far by not wearing the ring anymore. It was serious at the time tough. It was the only way you thought of getting your point across.

“What happened between you two?” Jeongin asks lowly.

You slowly start to explain what happened. It was truly a regular day. You had spent time together doing errands. After seeing families together, Jisung had a lot of baby fever. This wouldn’t be an issue normally; he just would get over it quickly. This time it felt a little overwhelming.

“Babeee are you sure we can’t just have one?” He questioned as he played with your hair.

“Yess. Children are not something I want at the moment, and we agreed on it. You want to get married first anyways.”

“We’re engaged.. that is good enough. I want a mini me or you. I love babies.”

You mumble “I don’t…” He side eyes you. He kisses your neck. “Come on baby. Don’t be that way.”

You push his head away and stand up. “No Sung.” He smacks his lips before watching you. “Damn we can’t just.. yk either?”

“No and you aren’t even taking me seriously.”

“Because I don’t understand the hold up, we’re secure right now. I won’t wait forever.”

You look in his eyes for any sign he was kidding. You turn to leave, placing your ring on the dresser. “How’s this for forever?” You ask before leaving out the room.

Jeongin gasps. “Damn y’all are done forever?”

You sigh and put your face in your hands. “I didn’t mean it.. I was hoping it just stopped the conversation. Apparently, it stopped all conversations.”

“Y’all need to talk. Try to fix that. He is gonna burn himself out working so much.”

“I can try, but he literally doesn’t even come home if I’m awake. He isn’t answering my texts or calls. I don’t know Jeongin.”

“Go to the studio then. He is constantly napping in there, so he will probably be working or sleeping. Either way you have him trapped.”

You end up at the guys studio thanks to Jeongin. You watch him through the door as he works. Lots of papers are spread around the room. He has written so much lately. Han always writes lyrics down on paper. Not too keen on keeping a virtual document.

You knock on the door before coming in. He panics almost before seeing it was you. You sit next to him in a chair as he continues. There you sat for ten minutes. He doesn’t acknowledge you, look at you, or anything. You could see some of the lyrics he wrote. It was different songs. One about being angry; another about apologizing for the pressure on you.

“Hanji.. I miss you. I know work is important, but can we please talk?”

“About what? We have nothing to talk about. When I find a place of my own, I will be out of your hair. For now I’m just working to make money for myself.”

“You don’t have to find a new place Jisung. I-” he cuts you off. “I need to find a new place because apparently we’re single forever.”

“I’m sorry I took the ring off. I didn’t mean it seriously.”

“Then just don’t say it. You don’t do shit like that on a whim. It really hurts… it has been so hard to be without you. I’ve seen you, and you don’t even seem sad without me.”

“Jisung-“

“Just leave please. I have work to do. Also, I still don’t have anything more to say. We argued, but you really hurt me. You threw the ring down like it was nothing.”

“I am trying-“

“LEAVE! I don’t want to hear it. You’re stressing me out and making me anxious.. just please leave.”

You nod and grab your things to leave. You look back at him from the door once more before leaving. He didn’t once look at you. Even by accident.

Felix

Felix and the boys didn’t go out often to clubs and things. Being celebrities and having busy schedules, they rarely had the time. When it does happen though, you don’t attend. Clubs aren’t your scene.

You prefer to spend time at home with your’s and Felix’s cat. He is very happy to have you home to play and nap together. Felix thinks it’s okay that you stay home. When he catches you two cuddling sometimes because he stayed out late, he finds it endearingly cute. Two babies.

Today though Felix came home rather drunk. He stumbled through the door putting his keys on the hook before sliding off his shoes. As he is going to hang his jacket, he sees you on the couch. He is startled and grabs his chest.

“Oh fuck y/n… say something next time. I almost died.”

You squint at him. Felix has great reflexes and senses so how drunk is he? “Are you drunk?”

“Maybeee” he hums putting his jacket on the coat rack.

“Did you drive home?” Silence. If looks could kill, he would be dead from the glare you are sending him. Even with his back turned he could feel you.

“Felix!”

“I’m sorry. I needed a way home.” He quickly apologizes and approaches you. He grabs your hands.

“Felix.. don’t be drunk driving! Is the car okay?!”

“Yes I only hit like one curb on the way home…”

“Felix! You know drunk driving is bad. I can’t believe you. Ask one of the guys next time to take you home. You could have killed someone or worse died!”

“But I didn’t. I’m here and everyone is safe.”

“You are not taking this seriously… you know I don’t play about this.” You warned him time and time again about drunk driving. A drunk driver killed your best friend in high school. It happened right after school as you guys were going to get boba together.

“It’s not that serious though? Everyone is okay. Babe I’m fine. I will go get the car fixed tomorrow okay?”

You tear up and push his hands away. “It’s not fine. How could you be so reckless after what I told you? Do you not care? I can’t even think about you rn. I don’t even want to.” You take the ring off and place it on the table before going in the bathroom and locking the door.

Felix stares at the ring before tearing up. How could you take off the ring he gave you? Did he fuck up that bad? Then it hit him. He cries softly to not attract attention from you. He felt like an asshole for almost making you relive your childhood trauma.

He comes and knocks on the door. “Babe I’m sorry for what I did. I shouldn’t have driven home drunk and made you worried. It is a big deal, and I’m sorry I possibly reminded you of the traumatic situation you experienced with your friend.”

You come out the bathroom after two minutes and hug him. You both had been crying. He rubs your back and kisses your head. Maybe he did care..

Seungmin

You had talked with Seungmin about your past before. Your relationship with your parents and siblings made you the way you are now. Sometimes you cut up on him. It wasn’t on purpose; it was your fight or flight kicking in.

He found it a little daunting at first because he didn’t expect it from you. He thought you were just sarcastic to be funny, but he soon came to realize you were conditioned to be that way.

You had a lot of issues you two were working with. One being deciding your love language since you were lacking a lot growing up. The two things that outweighed everything is words of affirmation and acts of service.

Seungmin didn’t understand you in that sense of wanting to do things for him. He was certainly more independent than most men you ever met let alone dated. It was nice sometimes, but you never get to show him any love.

“Min do you want breakfast?” You questioned as you were making your own food.

“No it’s fine. I will just have some yogurt and fruit.” He responded from the bathroom.

“I can prepare it for you if you’d like. I’m already in here, and I know you have a packed schedule today.” You offer wanting to be useful.

“No it’s fine. I got it. You relax. You have to work today just like I do.”

You just huff and continue making your breakfast. It felt wrong to not make him breakfast or do anything for him to help him get ready. The guilt was eating you alive even though he doesn’t see anything wrong in him caring for himself.

“Babe are you tired of me?” You ask him as he comes into the room. He shakes his head as he opens the fridge. “No not at all. Why?”

“Why can’t I ever help you in the morning? You don’t want me to iron your clothes, help style your hair, make you breakfast, clean up after you… you do everything on your own.”

“So that means I’m tired of you?” He questions as he looks at you. He had his yogurt and fruit in hand.

“Yes…? You just don’t always make me feel wanted. I don’t understand why you want me. I’m not doing any good for you.”

“I love you. I really do. I don’t need you to do those things for me. I just want you to be there for me mentally. I want a companion.”

“So I’m a pet?”

“Babe don’t start this. I love you and I’m not tired of you end of story. You don’t have to be living like you were with your mother. The weight of caring for the whole house is off your shoulders.”

“I just want to love you Seungmin…” your tears finally fall from your glossed over eyes. “I just want to feel wanted. I just can’t help but overthink this.. like how can you not want me to help you? Am I too incompetent in your opinion?”

“Why would I ask you to marry me if you are incompetent y/n?! You think of yourself so lowly and that is the problem. You shouldn’t need to care for me or have me talk your head up to feel worthy.” His words sting. How could he just invalidate your love languages.

“You know what? It’s fine. I don’t need this invalidation right now. Just eat your breakfast. I’m gonna go get ready for work.” You leave the kitchen with your food and close the door to your room.

After a while, you go in the kitchen and leave your plate in the kitchen before leaving the house for work. Seungmin sighs after hearing the door close. “No good bye huh?” He questions out loud. He goes into the room to grab his bag and phone charger. The shine of your engagement ring from the dresser is bright when the sun hits it. You left it there for him to notice.

And notice he did because you returned home to his ring next to yours. He didn’t send any texts or call once. You just nod and get in the shower. Once he returned, he did the same as you watched television in the living room.

You waited for him to get out the shower. You approached him as he got dressed. “So you didn’t wear your ring today?” You asked him. He nods and looks at you. “You started this. I’m only doing what you do.” You shake your head. “Sure.. I don’t invalidate your love language but you do it to me.”

He sighs, “you’re not gonna give this up are you? I only said the truth.”

“Okay whatever. I should just let it go because nothing ever matters to Seungmin.” You say grabbing the ring and going in the living room.

Jeongin

You stayed with Jeongin because you had fell on hard times, and he was your supportive boyfriend. Well, he was your supportive boyfriend.

It had been slightly hard on him supporting the both of you. Jeongin had expensive habits. He bought lots of clothes. As well as, he was a gift giver. His love language was gift giving for others. Also, he was barely home before so he saved lots of money on food. He ate out with the rest of skz, but you needed to eat at home.

You didn’t know he was struggling at all to make ends meet. You found out after overhearing him tell Chan. Chan was trying to be supportive and help him figure out ways to make things better. The guilt was heavy on your mind though. Jeongin didn’t seem happy anymore with you.

This must be the last straw. You feared the conversation with him. He asked you to wait up for him tonight. Normally he joins you in bed around 11 pm. You sat on the couch wrapped up in a blanket. Mind running kept you up at odd hours anyways. You haven’t gotten much sleep after finding out the news.

He walks in shortly after 10:30 pm. He sits next to you after leaving his shoes at the door. “Hey y/n.” You clear your throat before looking at him. “Hi Jeongin.”

“You’re probably wondering what I wanted to talk about. I just wanted to keep you in the loop. I don’t think I can afford to.. have you keep staying here.”

You heart dropped a little, but you were expecting this. “What am I supposed to do Jeongin? We’re supposed to be getting married. Is it not weird for us to suddenly not live together anymore?”

“You might have to start working then. It’s been months. The job market cannot be that dead.” He claims, sitting back to look at you.

“I wish it wasn’t but it truly is. I would literally have to go back to school to do anything. All the jobs that are constantly hiring I just don’t have the skills for them.” You explain to him. You felt tears forming in your eyes and your throat starts to be close slightly.

“Well maybe you need to do that. I just know I can’t do it for right now. I love you for sure, but I need something more than you’re giving me. Love isn’t paying the bills. I need you to leave.”

“Today?” You ask him as the tears ran down your cheeks.

“Preferably. I don’t wanna feel guilty and go back on my word.”

You just nod and wipe your eyes. “I don’t think I can do this Jeongin. I can’t pretend like I haven’t noticed the looks you have been giving me. You don’t love me the same, and it hurts to know you’re probably using this as an excuse to cover up your true feelings.” You explain through sobs and heavy breaths. He looks down at his hands, in a way, he confirmed your true fear.

“It’s okay though. It was good while it lasted. I will miss you, but I won’t be a dummy for you.” You get up slowly and place the engagement ring in his hand. You go into the room you both shared and packed the minimal amount of things you have. You don’t look at him before leaving.

He sits there looking at the ring for a while before placing it on the table. He goes to shower. He felt somewhat guilty, but he was glad you didn’t make a bigger deal about it. He would miss you as well.

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random miscellaneous facts about my muses, based on daily muse questions on the dash over the last week (& more) :

-- what's one quirk/habit/trait that someone else could notice about your muse without it being mentioned? by @lvebug

bradley doesn’t close cabinets all the way sometimes. they’ll be left ajar. he also picks at his face and neck sometimes when he’s uncomfortable

tadashi chews on things constantly -- gum, nuts, straws, pens, toothpicks, lollipop sticks

-- does your muse have their ringer on on their phone? do they use custom ringtones? do they use do not disturb?

cathy and bobby have one of the ringtones offered in phones but not the default one and they never actually have their ringers off

mark once put his phone in do not disturb and forgot to turn it off and was confused why he wasn’t getting notifications for a week

bradley doesn’t have his ringer on because he just doesn’t ever want it to go off during something (it did once and he got chewed out)

buttercup barely knows where her phone is, but it usually is on do not disturb with the only exceptions are family contacts

-- do they have a best friend? tell me about who your muse would consider their best friend !!! by @lvebug

bradley considers nat to be his best friend

for buttercup it’s her sisters

mark’s is rick martinez from his mission

bob’s is his twin herschel and a friend who he met at an event for his mom during his high school years but she doesn’t have a name at the moment

baymax considers everyone his best friend

-- everyone should tell me  if their muse has any chronic pain by @strangewonderful

bradley tries very hard to pretend he doesn’t have any neck and upper back pain but it’s right between his shoulder blades some days

romeo will tell you that it’s in his biceps and shoulders from playing too hard some days

-- does your muse workout? stretch? yoga? runs? do they enjoy working out? and also do they prefer to work out alone or with others?

romeo doesn't work out unless someone drags him to it. when andie started to work out more that's when he got into it too. that being said he has a long history of hauling heavy equipment so he gets in a workout from that stuff naturally. he hates running, and he hates working out alone

-- how long does your muse spend in bed before they get up for the day? what gets them out of bed?

emmett usually spends about twenty minutes in bed. he does a lot of phone scrolling, mostly looking at his own schedule, trying to find music to put on, and slowly waking up. what gets him out of bed is that his bed is in the living room so when liam's up, he's up

-- does your muse keep a calendar? what do they write on it, how detailed is it, is it digital or on paper?

jen keeps a calendar in her phone. she has waaaay too much paperwork to want to keep a paper calendar and more likely than not it'll get los in the mix of everything. she does have a couple paper ones hanging anyways in the office just cause

-- tell me about your muse's favorite holiday! how do they celebrate? do they decorate their living space? do they celebrate with family or friends or in private?

christmas is a big one for cathy, and also thanksgiving. they're family heavy holidays and though it's always been just her and kate there's something sweet to the formalness and decor that comes with both holidays. she absolutely does her best to decorate for christmas, and never inappropriately early. she has it right on time with the end of november (sometimes thanksgiving is spent decorating). they've got enough christmas lights to wrap around the rockefeller tree probably twice. also tree decorating is a must

cathy also honors her wedding anniversary and the date when she and ellis met by doing something that was special to them both whether it's eating out at a restaurant or organizing something

-- tell me what your muse’s dream job was when they were little! what is their job now?

buck has had a million and one jobs and that's not something that was different when he little either. as a kid he wanted to be it all (not unlike a barbie). the list included athlete, lifeguard, crossing guard, spy, cowboy, and dexter of dexter's lab

-- tell me about your muse’s music listening habits! what volume do they listen at? headphones or speaker? is it mostly while they work or are on their way somewhere? do they listen to music at all? do they listen to playlists or one song on repeat?

bobby doesn't ever really use headphones... he doesn't own them. he is almost always listening to whatever a space is playing. music at the firehouse? okay cool, that's his music of the day! speaker is the way to go, car radio for sure. he does love listening to music, and he has like six playlists all some variation of "for car" or "recommended"

-- where is your muse most productive and when? morning or night, home or the office? etc etc

neal is productive all hours of the day, and he could work anywhere. he's truly the most adaptive of the muses and it comes from the demands of the conman life. that being said, he hates people staring at him while he works and does prefer privacy and space

-- tell me about what your muse likes the least about their job. what can’t they stand? what do they frequently complain about?

holly doesn't have a full time job unless you count her unofficial investigations. if you do, she hates how young she is. it's her biggest roadblock because people don't take her seriously. it also does have its perks though and she can get away with a lot of stuff

-- tell me about your muses socks. who wears fun socks? who wears mismatched socks? do they wear socks? low cut? ankle?

the most fun socks belong to holly and buttercup. they both have very stylish ones with frills, patterns, and more! they both prefer the ankle or mid calf socks (depending on the outfit of course)

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alerudy proposal blabber

This was wayyy longer than I expected it to be but listen I had to get it out of my system. If you don't like long posts, whoopsie I guess.

We're gonna spit ball this because I thought of this at like 4am as well as another proposal with Henry my OC and Price which is a little...steamier. But I digress.

For context, I've got a lot of HCs with almost all the main characters in MWII but for this specifically, know that after Rodolfo came out, his family cut him off from some contact, his Abuela being the only one who actively stayed in contact and supported him and in turn he stayed in contact with his family for her sake until her passing (sometime after the wedding we'll say) but he's highly welcomed into Alejandro's family which is big enough as is, but Mama Vargas has always stated Rudy was a son that regardless of his sexuality, any family should be proud to have.

Anyways.

After x amount of years of them dating, and the ring Alejandro's own Abuelo passed down to him burning more of a hole in his dresser on base pestering his mind, he decides now is the time to propose to Rodolfo. However, with the workaholic both he is, he's been making excuse after excuse to his parents on why he hasn't done it yet. "Las Almas needs constant protection." "There's a new unit of recruits I have to train." "We can't afford to leave our guards down." Anything that seemed plausible of an excuse to cover his ass on why he just didn't gather the balls to finally ask the man he considered his soulmate to marry him.

He knows Rudy deserves it, they deserve the happiness marriage can bring but it's the fear of losing him. With their career, they could lose either one or both in a blink of an eye. But if Alejandro was to lose Rudy so soon after marriage? He couldn't live with himself. And sure, they're both aware marriage isn't necessary or pivotal for their relationship, but he felt he should so Rudy could have the one blood relation that's supported him for so long be with him on such a special occasion. Abuela Parra isn't getting any younger, despite the compliments Alejandro passes to her.

So, coincidently on the anniversary of them making their relationship official, his mother invites them both to a feast to catch up after half a decade of not seeing one another. Was it really that long since he saw his own mother? He was very  aware he lacked communicating to them on if they were still in one piece but seeing that the last photo he had, perched on a shelf in his office, was from his Tia's wedding that was even longer than that, he knew that would most certainly need to change, especially if he goes through with this. So, on his own and Rodolfo's behalf, he accepts the invitation,  clears time off their schedules for a long weekend and informs his beloved that he's going to need better dress wear than their dress uniforms.

Anniversary rolls around and in true Vargas tradition, Rudy is the center of attention for questions since, in best efforts made, getting updates from Alejo was as futile as getting blood from a stone. The Sergeant Major doesn't mind it, it's comforting in a way to him, that such a big and accepting family is actually interested in hearing about what's gone on in his life without some snide remarks thrown in.

That wasn't to say his own family was always like that...things just changed when you apparently 'warp' loved ones perceptions when they made the assumptions on his love interests in the first place. Even prior to coming out, he felt overly welcomed in Alejandro's family and always treasured that feeling as close to his heart as the Colonel was, hence the almost joy he had in informing whoever asked about their job or lives and all the endeavours they went on (ones he could actually talk about of course).

The encaptive way Rudy would talk about shenanigans on base or near death experiences they endured also warmed Alejandro's heart, delighted that he was able to provide that to both parties in the first place.

Of course, as much as he'd love to watch his boyfriend talk, the weight of the worn box snapped him back to the other reason they were here. Whilst Rudy was packing up his own duffle bag, Alejandro took a moment to call his Mama to clear one thing with her, just in case this feast was really for something else or if it was because it had been so long since everyone had been together. He explained that yes, they were both still coming, yes, they'll both happily stay for a day or two in his childhood home and yes, he's gonna change such a big gap in contact or visiting for now on, but the reason he called was because he was finally kicking the fear down and making Rudy his husband, and thought if everyone who can be there from his family will be attending, why not make it happen there?

The ringing in his right ear from his mother's scream still hadn't quite cleared up to that point, but he took that as a yes, he's in the clear to do so at the gathering (of course she gave a verbal confirmation once she settled down, her lil Andro finally growing up and growing a pair). He just needed the right moment to do so. The Vaquero was very aware his lover would be stolen by his relatives until dinner so he couldn't just pull him away from their talks. He could  but he knows well how much Rudy deserves the family bonding, so he chanced it for after dinner.

The build up to post dinner had Alejandro feeling as if he was back in recruit training, heart racing as his Major screamed drills and commands at them all. It has been far too long since he felt this nervous, over essentially just talking to his boyfriend and making a major step in their relationship. In front of his family. Nothing big. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a quiet deep breath.

You've brought your own soldiers into cruel fights with the cartels and gangs littering Las Almas. You can do this.

He just needed some way to get everyone's attention without overly making it obvious in his plans. Brown eyes landed on the woman across from him; his elder sister. Perfect.

Kicking her ankle gently, her eyes snapped to him, brows furrowing in confusion. "Aleja-" "Outside" was all he said before moving to the courtyard. It had enough viewing space for everyone inside to see out but still enough privacy to not feel as one was being watched by dozens of eyes. And with his darling sister involved, he knew the perfect way to grab Rodolfo's attention.

"Pretend you're pissed at me, I need to get Rudy out here." Alejandro explained, seeing his sibling's brows furrow in even more confusion.

"Get him yourself, and I certainly don't need to pretend, what the fuck was that for?" She folded her arms, not pleased that the first conversation she has with her brother after so long involved him kicking her like a child. The taller sighed, glancing at the open doors.

"Just...entertain it, please. I'm about to do something I should have done a long time ago, but I don't want him to catch on." That made her tilt her head in slight surprise.

"You mean you're-" "Yes! Yes...Please?" A grin reaching her matching brown eyes formed. Fucking finally. "Very well, Alejandro."

With a light but still meaningful shove, his sister began to rip into him on anything she could think of, mainly his lack of communication (such a theme the past week) and how he needs to step it up on letting them know, especially with how El Sin Nombre's cartel has been lately, if they're still kicking, and to visit Mama Vargas at least once a week or a month with Rudy in tow. Upon hearing their respective names, both Mama and Rudy looked to the 'commotion' out in the yard, with Rudy excusing himself to see what the matter was. Stepping out, he smiled wearily before asking if all was okay. The siblings looked at the Sergeant before Alejandro's sister groaned, moving past him. "You try and get through that thick skull of his, Dolfo." Confusion but slight understand filled the younger's face as he turned to his love.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing!" A pause. "...Okay maybe she's pissed at the fact that it's been over five years since we've visited. And...have talked to my family." He glanced back, seeing most eyes on them now. His heart was ready to break his sternum in two with how fast it was beating. "I tried to explain but...she didn't wanna hear it. I understand, I-...I should have done more."

"Love..." Rudy began, linking their arms, "You really should have."

"Ouch, honey, thought you were supposed to be on my side." He joked, moving to face the smaller, linking their hands instead. Rudy let out a small laugh. "She's in the right, you know. Trying to get a response that isn't work related from you is a struggle as is." His tone was just as jokey as Alejandro's was, eyes admiring his lover's face with a matching smile. This is it, Alejandro. Now or never.

"So I should change things, yeah?" Another soft laugh. "Of course, Alejo. Everyone would appreciate it."

Deep breath. Here it goes.

Alejandro's hands cupped Rodolfo's face ever so gently, making sure he was watching him and only him. "Well...Better start changing things off right, then."

As steady as he could, despite every nerve wanting to vibrate from the pure anxiety he felt, he moved to his knee, reaching for the box that was the cause of it all. The only part of Rudy's body to move was his eyes, widening in realisation. Was it planned all along? the thought running quickly through his mind while he watched his love, his partner in crime, his soulmate, open the worn box, revealing a just as worn but clearly loved ring.

"Rudy...Will you do me the honour of becoming my husband?" Alejandro rasped, only himself and his partner hearing the phrase. Everyone inside waited with baited breath as Rudy processed everything before him.

Alejandro. Asking for his hand in marriage. In front of everyone he's considered found family? If this is a dream, I'm never waking up his final thought before the flood gates he didn't realise he was holding back opened up, collapsing into Alejandro's arms.

"Yes!" the younger sobbed, "Yes...I will, Alejo. My love, yes!" Celebratory cheers filled the area as Alejandro pulled Rudy in as close as he could, tuning out his family just for a moment. He knows once they stand up, everyone was going to be congratulating them until they were hoarse, so he was taking this moment to soak in the bliss of finally conquering the fear that plagued him for years. Arms wrapped back around Rudy, burying his face into his shoulder as his own tears fell.

"My God, Rudy," The Colonel whispered, pulling back to meet emotional eyes, "you have no idea how scared I was of you saying 'No', no idea, love." Rudy couldn't help but laugh, pulling his fiancé (that's never going to get old to either of their ears) in for a kiss, letting him take his left hand to place the ring on his finger. Pulling back once more, he cupped Alejandro's face.

"For you, my dear? Never. I would never say no."

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hi it's my first time requesting hehe

can i request modern au for if you'll have me yeonjun?

- chip, it's chip we need modern au yeonjun annotating books lina (no pressure tho :^))

I died writing this. it was amazing. I need to soak in regency era yeonjun a lot more (including the modernized version). thank you chip <3

(in case this is a bit confusing, this is a sort of spitball modern au take on my regency au for yeonjun, if you'll have me!)

summertime drabble fest: send me an idol from the list (Stray Kids, Ateez, TXT, Seventeen) + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS CLOSED!

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Title: In This World, and the Next

Pairing: Yeonjun x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Genre: fluff, angst, university!au, modern take on if you'll have me

Warnings: cursing

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In one world, you meet Yeonjun under crystal chandeliers in a grand ballroom, candlelight glinting off jewels and glass and carefully coiffed hairdos. He knows you immediately, the season's diamond crowned by the queen herself, and you know him, the famed Duke of Hastings and the most eligible bachelor in town, and that is how it begins—with smooth, sweet words, a kiss to gloved knuckles, and a lovely turn around the dance floor. 

In another world, however, where pens have replaced quills, where Lady Whistledown's society paper is a campus journal's gossip column, where long silk gowns and elegant jewels have turned into crop tops and jeans and sneakers and boots, you meet because of a mutual friend, and a party, and some certain desperation equal to that which you both had in a previous life. 

Enter Yeonjun Choi—no longer Duke of Hastings but son of CEO Choi of a fashion brand under the same name. Business and fashion double major, the best (or most eccentrically) dressed student on HYBE campus, desperately looking for a fake date to his cousin's wedding so that his parents will shut up for just a little bit about finding a decent partner. 

And from the other side of the stage, enter Y/N L/N—not the season's diamond as you once were, but a transfer student to HYBE university after a family member's illness brought you back to your hometown. A literature and creative writing double major, not too fussed about spending the rest of your university years back home, but still a little lost on a campus you don't know with very few friends left to hang around. But there's Wooyoung, and then there's Taehyun, and in the end, because of both of them—

There's Yeonjun. 

Smooth, as he is in a previous life. Charming, as he is in a previous life. Handsome, and sweet, and respectful in a way most men of his station aren't. You like him and he likes you, and so when he broaches the idea of a fake date (just once, just to get his parents off his back and so he doesn't have to show up single to yet another wedding), you don't take long to say yes. Because it's Yeonjun and he's charming and sweet and has offered to pay for everything (no expense on your part because he's the one who asked). 

The wedding is several months away. Which, in your opinion, gives you several months to not think about this at all. But then Yeonjun texts you one day with something about wedding clothes, and that's when it really starts. 

Not a grand ballroom. Not a quadrille around the dance floor. Just an apologetic, very sweet text asking if you have anything suitable to wear, and upon your horrific realization that you do not, another text offering to buy or make you something. 

You say no, of course. You can find something, you're sure, or can borrow an outfit off a friend. But Yeonjun insists—"I'm making something for a class anyway, it may as well go to you"—and with that as his excuse he schedules you for measurings and fittings and leaves you reeling with what in the fuck just happened. 

And so you learn Yeonjun. Beyond the charming smile he presents to everyone except his closest friends, beyond the fashionista who's the constant face of his family's company—you learn the Yeonjun with sleep-mussed hair and pins sticking out his mouth, the one slumped over his textbooks at one in the morning after a botched fitting that you made him push off until the next day after he nearly fell asleep on top of you. You learn the softness underlying that cool, unbothered exterior, and bit by bit, you allow him to learn the pieces of your soul that create you. The books you love and why, the tiny poem excerpts you've written and aren't sure about, the way you look at three am with tears running down your cheeks because stress and worries hit in the middle of a fitting and no one's around to see you except Yeonjun so it must be okay. 

By the day of the wedding, you can't help but feel like the fakeness of this date...isn't so fake after all.

It's lovely. Yeonjun's cousin is very sweet, and her husband is very kind. His parents are ecstatic at his no-longer-single status which makes you feel a little bad for basically lying to their faces, but you don't get to linger on that much in the whirlwind of the moment. The clothes Yeonjun made for you fit like a glove, showing off all of your best features, and it's not hard to smile when the wedded couple looks so happy, when the food is so good and the guests are all laughing, when Yeonjun is standing next to you, holding your hand, and beaming gently at the world. 

Then you go back to university, and everything ends. 

He doesn't ignore you. Not exactly. But it's like with the end of the wedding, with the end of those weeks of him fitting the outfit to your exact dimensions, there's just...nothing. Which doesn't make sense to you—you're certain you're not that terrible of a read on character, not that bad at judging interest, but you barely talk to Yeonjun now and you'd be half convinced the past few weeks were a fever dream if the outfit he made for you wasn't still hanging in your closet, pristine and lovely as ever. 

In another world, your anger and sadness and loneliness drives you to depression, to a gray cloud over your head that flares to a lightning storm when provoked just once. In this one, you hunt him down first. 

And you find that your feelings weren't as unrequited as Yeonjun's actions had at first led you to believe.

There are tears. Two choked throats, a lot of awkwardness, a bit of yelling. But in the end there's a smile on Yeonjun's face, not the cool, confident curve of his lips that he pastes on to show the world but something so much softer, so much sweeter, so much more vulnerable than you've ever seen. 

There's a smile to match on your lips, too. 

In this world, there are tablets and iPhones instead of paper and quills. In this world, the gossip column of your university journal is even more cutting than Lady Whistledown's barbed society papers, and it wastes no time analyzing every piece of your not-relationship with Yeonjun just as much as it scrutinizes every moment of eye contact you share after the air has cleared and you can smile again. But for soulmates in one world, they'll find a way in every other world where they meet. 

In this universe, you still read Yeonjun poetry when the sun has set and no one is awake to hear your voice but your love and the stars. In this universe, he still takes an interest in the books you love, begins scribbling his own notes and reactions and doodles into the space between your own careful annotations like little presents for you to find. You still dance with him, dance with him everywhere—at the gala opening his father's latest fashion collection, at the clubs around your university, in your eventually shared apartment under the bright ceiling lights, no music but your giggles in your ears. 

Love is not solely turmoil, nor is it solely peace. In both worlds and all the others in which you meet, you learn this lesson the hard way. But what matters is that you do learn—that you find each other, that you fight for each other, that you come together through your conscious decisions to continue loving one another all the way to the end. 

(In one world, Yeonjun kisses you in bed, whispering promises of love in your ears for as long as you'll have him. In another, you're the one who pins him down on the couch of your shared apartment, smiling almost too hard to kiss him, as you assure him you'll have him forever, now, and always.)

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For this post I was just writing anything that came to mind. I don't agree with cheating at all but it calls for good smut action lol. What would you do if Harry through himself at you?! Anyways please enjoy this post and don't forget to like, comment, reblog on Tumblr, and submit requests! Thank you once again. Happy Reading.

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    You loved weddings. They'd remind you that love does exist and that everyone can get a happy ending with the right person. Currently, your best friend, Tatiana, is getting married to the love of her life. Of course, being her best friend, she had asked you to be her maid of honor and you were thrilled to accept. The colors that she chose for the bridesmaids is Olive. She has always loved the color. Since you were the maid of honor, your dress was a bit darker than the bridesmaids. Your dress is a satin Olive colored dress with adjustable straps on each shoulder. It had a crossover cowl neckline, not showing too much cleavage. It also had a leg split on the side. It was simple and elegant.

    Tatiana's husband, Jeff, had 6 groomsmen. Harry being the best man. They were really close, almost like brothers you would say. You and Harry had had a relationship but had a fallen out last year. Both deciding to go your separate ways, but still keeping it cordial. He had moved on pretty quickly, you thought, and managed to start dating two months after your breakup. This hurt you a lot, considering you guys had been together for three years. One thing you hated about all of this was that he got a girlfriend, and that your feelings for him are still growing strong. The reason for the breakup wasn't because you both lacked love for one another, it was because of your busy schedules and the fact that both of you couldn't spend as much time with one another as you would've liked.

    To make all of this even worse, since you and Harry were maid of honor and best man, you were paired off to walk down the isle together and sit next to each other at the reception, as per the newlywed's decision. You had to suck it up and just agree since it was Tatiana's and Jeff's wedding and you didn't want to make it anymore difficult. Currently, you guys were at the reception part of the evening, everyone mingling and having fun. You were proud at how the reception turned out to be, exactly how Tatiana had envisioned it when you were helping her with the wedding preparations. She looked so happy. It was time for their first dance. There was light smoke coming from either side them as they danced to their wedding song. Your smile couldn't have been any wider seeing your best friend so damn happy. Tears were spilling from your eye and down your cheek as you just watched them. "That could've been us you know", Harry, who was sitting next to you due to the seating arrangements, whispered to you. You looked at him, his stare not on you but at his best friend and my best friend's direction. You didn't know what to say so you stayed silent. Once the first dance was over, everyone clapped and cheered for them, standing up to give them their undivided attention. Tatiana motioned everyone to the dance floor to dance, as another slow song started to play. Harry stood up, and stuck out a hand to me to take. I looked up at him, his tall demeanor kind of stiff as our eyes connected for the first time the whole day. I placed my hand on his, and we made our way to the dance floor. The song, Because of You by Stephen Sanchez,, started to play. He placed one hand on your lower back, bringing you closer to his torso, the other holding your hand as both of you swayed to the melody of the piano.

    You loved this song, and always wanted it to be your wedding song once you got married. The only thing was that this song reminded you of Harry. As both of you swayed to the song, you heard Harry start to lightly sing along to the song. You stared into one another's eyes as he sang along to the song. Your heartbeat picked up as he stared at you. Now you're wondering where Harry's girlfriend is at right? According to him, she couldn't make it since she was busy with family and work. Once the song slowed down even more, reaching its ending, you couldn't help but stand there and stare at one another like complete idiots. Your trance came to a stop once an upbeat song started to play and everyone started to cheer and scream. You looked around you noticing the people dance and sing a lot. You needed to get out of the room for a bit. You let go of Harry's hand and exited the room, looking for the bathroom. Once there, you leaned against the sink, taking deep breaths. You looked at yourself in the mirror, flustered at what just happened. The way he was singing the song, it was like he was singing it to you and meant every word. Also his confession at the table about what could've been. You heard a light knock on the bathroom door. "It's busy" you say as you wiped the tears from your face lightly, trying not to mess up your makeup. There was another knock. You rolled your eyes and opened the door harshly. "I said it was b-", you started to say but stopped once you saw Harry standing on the door frame. "Are you okay?", he said looking worried. Ugh why does he have to make this so difficult. "Yeah, I just had to get away for a second, it was getting too hot", you say walking to the sink again and leaning your head down to collect your feelings. Harry walked in and closed the door behind him, locking it. Your heartbeat increased. What is he planning?

    He moved behind you, causing you to stand up both of you now staring at one another through the mirror. "What are you doing Harry?", you say trying to puzzle together his actions and words. "I'm doing absolutely nothing", he says smirking at you. You turned around now facing him. He comes closer to you and places a hand on your cheek, slowly wiping away a missed tear from your face. He looked into your eyes not saying a single word to you. Both of your breathing slowly picking up with each second that passed. "I don't know what it is. I don't know if it's the wedding or the soft twinkly lights around us", he says his eyes diverting to your slight parted lips then back to your eyes. "But I can't stop thinking about you Y/N", he confesses. "You've been on my mind all day. I can't stop looking at you. I can't stop these feelings that I tried suppressing for a year", he says. You rolled your eyes at this comment. Clearly he moved on after two months. "It sure seems like you suppressed them well then", you say removing his hand from your cheek. You walked to the door and unlocked it, stepping out into the hallway leaving Harry without any words in the bathroom. You needed a drink. You walked over to the bar, and got yourself a margarita. You looked at Tatiana who is currently dancing with the crowd. She met your gaze and motioned you to come dance with her. You finished your drink and headed to the dance floor to dance with your best friend. If it wasn't for her, you don't know how you would've dealt with the breakup.

    The wedding was a success, dancing the night away with your best friend. You couldn't lie, throughout the night you kept looking around to see where Harry was at. You did find him standing at the balcony speaking to Jeff. I wondered what they were talking about? You didn't pay much attention after that, trying to be there for Tatiana on her special day. As the night was coming to an end, it was time for the groom and bride to say goodbye to their guests and make their way to their honeymoon. You hugged Tatiana and Jeff tightly and wished them the best time in Hawaii. "Have the best time love", you hugged Tatiana on last time. "I will. Call me if you need anything", she says. You nodded, not planning on bothering her at all. The cheered with the crowd one last time and got into their vintage car and drove off. The night slowed down and as the maid of honor you made sure that everyone left with food and the wedding favors. You thanked each guest for coming as they made their way out the door one by one. Harry also helping you halfway through. Once done, you looked at the empty reception and smiled. Mission Accomplished you say to yourself. You thanked the employees there who were in charge of cleaning up the mess that was created, receiving smiles. "Where are you off to now", Harry's voice was heard behind you. "I'm going back home", you say walking over to where you were seated and getting your belongings. "How are you getting there?", he asks. You roll your eyes and looked at him before answering. "I'll take an Uber. We're done here, you can go", you say walking towards the door. "I don't feel comfortable with you taking an Uber by yourself. Let me drive you home", he says. He didn't even ask me. You let out a sigh and agreed with him taking you home, feeling uncomfortable taking an Uber at this hour as well.

    You both walked to his car and made your way to the house. He knew the route to his house, having him living there. A year and a half of you dating, both of you decided to purchase a home together, knowing you were going to create a beautiful life there. The house was beautiful and picked out by both of you. You remembered how both of you were excited about moving in and decorating. After the breakup, he insisted in you staying there and living there since he said it was your house too. That it would be easier if you stayed instead of him. After going back and forth, you decided on staying. He made his way through the gates of the house and drove up the small hill to them house. "Thank you", you say to him. You opened the door, looking at your phone for the time, and got out. It's was pretty late at night. Why do you always have to feel bad. You turned around leaning down to look at him. "It's late, why don't you stay?", he shook his head no. "I can't. I don't want to intrude", he says. You scoff at his response. "Where are you staying, your girlfriend's house?", you ask. He shook his head again. "She doesn't live around here. I'm staying at a hotel downtown", he says. "Harry, just stay for tonight. You're not intruding if it's your house too", you say before closing the door on his. You walked towards the door and put the Pin to unlock it. After a few seconds you heard his car turn off and door open. You walked into the house and turned the lights on, Harry right behind you. You walked towards the kitchen and grabbed two glasses of wine, before pouring it in each glass. Harry sat on the barstool in the kitchen. "Thank you", he says as you handed him the glass of wine. You stayed quiet and drank your wine in silence.

    Once done, you placed both glasses in the dishwasher. "You can sleep in the guest bedroom", you say. "I'm going to get ready for ed. Have a goodnight Harry", you say as you made your way up the stairs and into the room you once shared with Harry. He hasn't placed foot into this house since the day he left. Closing the door behind you, you rested your head against the door closing your eyes and letting out a sigh. You kept overthinking what he had said in the bathroom back at the reception. To be fair, you couldn't stop thinking about him too, seeing him, dressed in an olive green suit at a wedding, it did things to you. Seeing Tatiana get married made you think of what could've been too. Would you and Harry be married by now? Would you still live in this house? So many question, but little answers. You walked over to the bathroom, and turned the shower on, making sure the water was hot enough for you to go in. You took your dress off, removed your makeup, undid your hair, and got in the shower. The hot water felt so nice against your skin. You washed your body with your favorite body wash, washed your hair, and once you were done, you felt like a new person again. Once you changed into your pajamas, you put on your black satin robe, that matched your. black sating pajamas, and went downstairs into the kitchen to get water. To your surprise, Harry was still sitting in the same spot he was when you left. "What are you still doing here?", you asked, opening the door to the fridge to get your water bottle. Silence.

    You turned to look at him, about to say something, but was held down by his intense stare on you. You recognized this stare, the many times he gave you that stare you ended up having sex. Your breathing picked up as he stood and made his way towards you. 'Harry", you sighed as he pinned you against the refrigerator door. He didn't say anything and took in the smell of your, now damp, hair. "You're driving me crazy Y/N. I can't stop thinking about having you again. Making you mine like the countless times I claimed your body. I still think about you. Every time I'm with her, I think of you. I think about your kiss. Your touch. When I sleep with her, I think of your body, your skin on mine. Your moans against my ear screaming my name", he says. His eyes were closed. Your breathing picking up at what he's saying. His eyes suddenly opening, looking directly in your eyes, the green darker now filled with lust. "I need you Y/N, I want you. I want to worship you, treat you like the goddess that you are. My goddess. Mine. Only mine", fuck you thought. His words causing tingles to run through your body. "We can't Harry", you start to say but not moving. "We can", he says burying his face in the crook of your neck placing kisses all over. You sighed in relief, feeling his lips against your skin again. Loving the familiarity of his touch. How your body reacts to his touch. "Harry wait. No we can't", you say again, but this time pushing him off you. You wanted him too, so badly. But he has a girlfriend. "Would it help if I told you that things aren't working it out with her? How she knows about you and my feelings towards you. How she knows that things aren't going to work out between me and her?", he says. You were shocked. Then why are they still together if that's the case. "She knows Y/N. She just needed time to process everything. Why do you think she didn't want to come to the wedding?", he asks. I just shrug. "We're done. We're over". He says coming closer to me again.

    Are you really going to believe his words? I mean Harry was never the one to lie to you. He was always upfront with his feelings on anything and he wasn't afraid of letting people know what he felt and thought. "Let's make this work. I don't want anyone else that's not you. You're my person. You're my everything Y/N", he says right before he kisses your lips. This wasn't a fast kiss. It was slow and passionate. You dropped the water bottle on the floor and placed your hands on either side of his face, deepening the kiss. Your tongues dancing with one another, savoring each other, getting familiar with one another again. Your body craved for him, more than what you wanted. His hands went down to your waist pulling you closer to his body, the heat between you two divine. God you've missed him so much. His hands made their way down your thighs and picked you up with ease, besides the fact he crouched down a bit due to the height difference. He made his way to the bedroom, your bedroom, the one you shared for years. He places you on the bed, not breaking your kiss. Your hands making their way to his hair, playing with the chocolate curls you loved so much. You felt him smile against the kiss, his lips removing from yours and kissing all over your face, across your jaw, and down to your neck again. His movements weren't rushed, he was taking his time. He kissed behind your ear, knowing that the spot drives you crazy. "You're so beautiful", he whispers in your ear, right before he lightly bites it. Your lips find each other again and you remove his blazer, him throwing it aside. Your legs make their way to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you and also feeling the bulge in his pants. He grabs your leg and kneels in front of you, both panting from the kiss. He slowly sides his hands up your leg, placing small kisses on your ankle and foot. He places your leg down and repeats the same action with your other leg.

    He smirks at you and kisses back up your body, attaching your lips again, this time making sure to remove his shirt. You do just that, unbuttoning his shirt before untucking it from his slacks. You feel his toned naked chest and place them on his shoulders, before removing his shirt completely. He reciprocates your actions by removing your robe along with the silk cami, your chest completely naked in front of his eyes. You reach down between your hips and start unbuttoning his slacks, causing him to smirk. He bites your bottom lip before kneeling in front of you and removing his slacks completely, taking his briefs off as well. Now he's completely naked in front of you, his tattoos on display for you to see. You remember being there with him when he got a few of them. You reached out, sitting as you traced the butterfly tattoo with your finger, causing him to close his eyes and taking in the feeling of your hands on his hot skin. He grabs your hand and kisses each finger and kissing the middle of your palm. "I don't want to fuck you tonight Y/N", your eyes connecting again. "I want to make love to you", he smirks and leans towards you kissing you and bringing you down to lay on the mattress. He reaches down to your shorts and removes them, exposing your bare pussy. He stares at it and then back at you. He kisses down your chest, your torso, and down to the area that you crave him the most. You loved when he ate you out, his tongue did wonders to you. You looked down to him, your chest rising and falling at a quicker pace waiting for his tongue to make contact with your aching clit. He gently blows air to it causing goosebumps on your skin before kissing each of your folds. He reaches to touch your clit with his finger, gently rubbing it causing your head to fall back and a moan leave your lips at the feeling.

    He continues this assault, staring at your reaction. He loved how he made you feel. He loved having you again, right in the palm of his hands, making you feel good, wanted, worshipped. Your breathing started to pick up, rolling your head side to side as he rubbed your pussy. Then, the rubbing stopped and instead his lips were on you, his tongue circling your clit and sucking it. Fucking Hell. Your moans god louder the more he ate you out. His tongue exploring your wet pussy, dipping into your wetness. The noise of your wetness consumed the room, your moans becoming louder and louder. Your legs soon closing against his head as the feeling off your orgasm started to present itself. Your fingers reaching down to his hair, tugging gently at the pleasure he was giving you. Your hips bucked up against his lips, following the rhythm of his tongue. He pinned your down, spreading your legs further apart and moved his tongue at a faster rate. "Fuck Harry, I'm gonna cum", you panted at him. He stared at you as he devoured you, your orgasm taking over you. You threw your head back in pleasure cursing out his name over and over again coming all over his tongue, him licking you clean. He placed kisses up your thighs as you. Tried catching your breath from your orgasm.

    He kissed up your body, slowly, and kissed you passionately, tasting yourself on his lips. You moaned against his lips, feeling his erection on your torso, precum oozing out of his tip. "Let me please you Harry", you tell him. He shook his head no. "No, this is about you", he says in a whisper. Before you can say anything, he inserted himself in you, causing you to gasp at the intrusion. You had forgotten how big and thick he was, his cock stretching you out in all of the right places. You moaned as you looked down where you connected as he slowly started to thrust into you. "Fuck I've missed your pussy wrapped around me" he moaned, picking. Up the pace and finding the right position. He wrapped your legs around his waist, he leaned into you, his face in front of yours, his hands on either side of your head. You grabbed your breasts as they moved up and down with each thrust he made. You moaned as his tip hit your favorite spot. "Mmmm found it", he smirks as he buries his head in your neck, moving fast. The heels of your feet pressing against his lower back bringing him closer. His heavy breathing felt amazing against your hot body, sweat accumulating on both of your skins. He reached for your hands and intertwined your fingers as he held them tightly about your head. He kissing your lips again, both drunk from having one another. You moaned against his lips as another orgasm was sneaking up on you. He bought your legs more up so he can go deeper into you, making you moan more louder against his ear. "I miss you Y/N. I love you. I love your body. I love you", he repeated over and over against your ear his moans increasing against your ear as he too was close to climaxing. "Fuck Harry. I love you too", you say tears accumulating in your eyes. You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. "Do me a favor though" you panted. He scrunched his eyebrows together, confused for a bit. "Fuck me", you say. He smirked at you, removing himself from inside you, flipping you over on all fours. "Yo missed being fucked Y?N", all you can do is moan as he smacked your ass causing you to flinch in pain and pleasure. You loved how romantic he got, making love always making you more and more hornier for some reason, but it always ended up with him fucking you rough towards the end.

    "Did you miss my cock baby?", he smacks your ass again. "Yes yes yes", you say breathlessly, waiting for him to fuck you senseless. He slapped your wet pussy with his dick causing you to moan and then inserted himself into you, both moaning at the sensation. He grabbed your hips and he started thrusting into you at a fast pace, the bed making noises with each thrust. Your hands fisted the sheets, the noise of both of your skin slapping against each others making you go crazy. "Play with yourself for me baby", he instructs. Your hand reached down to your swollen clit and rubbed it. He looked down to see your hand moving causing him to grunt at the view. He brought his hand to your hair, grabbing it and pulling you closer to him. His moans closer to your ear as he continued thrusting it you. "Fuck Harry", you say reaching out behind him, your fingers also gripping his hair. You leaned your head back on his shoulder, your eyes closed, a moaning mess, as you Savored his cock inside you. You continued to play with yourself, your hand moving faster as you felt your climax coming. "I'm gonna cum Harry", you moan. "Cum for me baby", he moans against your ear as his lips kiss and suck on your neck. The feeling driving you to your climax. You were both a moaning mess as he came inside you and you came on him. "Fuuuuck", he moans, stilling inside you.

    Once both were finished, he removed himself from you and laid on the mattress, both of you panting. You lied next to him, looking up at the ceiling. He turned to look at you, you doing the same. A smile spread across his face as he admired you. "I really do love you Y/N. You're the love of my life", he says seriously. "I know", you say, your fingers making their way to his hair. You remembered how much he loved when you did that after you had sex. "I love you too", you say, placing a kiss on his chest. That night, there was no sleeping involved. You talked for hours, catching up on the lost time between the two of you. He would later break up with his girlfriend, surprisingly she took it well according to Harry. After just being friends for a couple of weeks, due to both of you trying to take it slow, you both were an item. You dated and made your relationship public. Tatiana and Jeff were very happy to know you were together, knowing that you guys were endgame. You couldn't be any happier. Both of you promised that your relationship would be a priority to both of you. You both h had to communicate with one another. By the end of the year, Harry proposed to you on a vacation you took with Tatiana and Jeff. Although you both wanted to talk it slow, you knew that you were meant to be with one another. By the following year, you and Harry got married in London. Again you couldn't be any happier than to be with the person that made you feel loved and wanted and secure. After a couple of months after your honeymoon, you sat on the balcony of your home, staring at your backyard. You were elated as you watched the birds sing, the spring soon ending to bring in the fall. You looked down at your growing belly, rubbing it. You were pregnant with Harry's first child. You smiled and looked back up, awaiting for the new adventures that you and Harry will encounter with a new addition to the family.

[tkworks80]

Chapter 3

MOMO POV

Momo had always got what she wanted since she was a child. Coming from a very affluent family, she was treated like a Princess in her family’s eyes. And, when Endeavor the #1 hero from all of Japan came to visit and discuss Shoto’s arranged marriage to their daughter. They were so happy, to say the least. Financial arrangements were discussed and documents were signed. When Momo found out about this arranged marriage it didn’t surprise her. Because Shoto and her were very good friends, one could even say that they were practically dating each other in UA. Rumors even spread around UA Highschool that they were very exclusive.

The wedding was glamorous, to say the least. Shoto was ecstatic about the marital union. But, in the back of his mind, he had y/n too. And, he wasn’t going to give both of them up; he loved both of them but in different ways. He was in love with Momo and he loved y/n. Two different things were true. He wouldn’t dare tell y/n about his marriage to Momo because that would probably give y/n enough motivation to fight him fiercely and he couldn’t have that.

Walking in her house after having a very long day of hero work she dropped her gym bag by the door entrance. Her jacket drenched from the rain that day she took it off and hung it dry. Taking off her shoes she walked barefooted towards the living room. Heading to the sofa she pulled out her phone. Checking her phone 5 missed calls and 4 unread texts.

1st text message:

9:30 am Mom: Momo, did you look at the wedding invite design? I need you to agree on a design so I can order them. Call me.

Momo closed her eyes and sighed. How could I possibly be thinking of the wedding when I’m just so damn busy. She thought to herself while reading the next.

2nd text message:

10:45 am Ms. Yuri (Her assistant): Ms. Yaoyorozu, just a reminder you have a dinner date with your fiance at 7:30 pm.

She opened her eyes quickly. Oh yeah, that right...dinner with Shoto...shit...I don't want to go...I’m tired. She thought while looking at the clock it is 5:04 pm she sighs getting up off the sofa and walking into her bedroom. She went into her closet to figure out what she would wear. She was about to enter her master bathroom when her phone rang. She answered.

“Hey, babe..what’s up?” Momo answered.

“You left the office early...is there something wrong?” Shoto asked, concerned.

“I just wanted to beat the traffic,” Momo replied.

“Oh...well about dinner tonight I’m not feeling well and was hoping we could reschedule?” Shoto explained.

“Yes, sure, I’m exhausted anyway...oh by the way my mom texted me about the wedding invitation designs,” Momo said.

“Baby whatever design you like I will agree to it” Shouta answered.

Oh okay well...I gotta take a shower to see you tomorrow at the office” Momo said before she hung up.

Right, when she put the phone back down the phone rang again she sighed and answered.

“Yeah?” she answered.

“She’s back,” the unknown caller said.

“Really?” Momo said in an amused tone.

“Yes, she moved back a couple of months ago, and here’s the killer part...Shoto had lunch with her this afternoon,” the unknown caller explained.

“You don’t say?” Momo said.

“Yup, they were laughing and shit,” the unknown caller said.

“Okay...keep me updated” Momo hung up and sat on the side of her bed.

“His first love is back...I wonder what he is going to do?” Momo said while smirking.

Shoto walked into his private office and poured himself his coffee and sat at his desk. Looking at his schedule for the day he noticed that the 3 pm-5 pm was open. Turning on his desktop was waiting for it to load. He was checking his messages. He then checked his emails to see if he had appointments he forgot to write down. No, nothing. He smirks. I think I’ll be paying a visit to my Flame, he thought. Sipping his coffee he heard a knock on his door.

“Enter” he answered

“Good morning Mr. Shoto, Ms. Yaotorozu would like to see you” his secretary stated.

“Send her in,” he replied.

Momo walked in and sat down on the sofa. “Good morning Shoto,” she said.

“Good morning, what can I do for you?” Shoto looked up from his computer.

“Are you going to be busy today? I was wondering if we can maybe go to my parent's estate and have dinner there” Momo asked.

He was kind of annoyed because he had planned to visit his Flame to check up on her. But, he had to acquiesce to Momo’s request.

“Sure I’m available, but Snowflake what’s the occasion?” Shoto asked Momo.

“Wedding planning is silly, we have to come up with the guest list...I know you want this to be discreet so no news media and-” Momo was interrupted by Shoto.

“I’m available from 3 pm till night” he answered.

Momo disliked being interrupted but, yet kept a cheerful facade so that she wouldn’t have Shoto notice.

“Good, I’ll be waiting in the lobby around 3:30 pm” she stated and got up and left his office.

Fuck. How is he going to check on his Flame? I know...I’ll spend a couple of days around here to make up for today. He just had to develop a plan to be “conveniently” in her neighborhood, and work. He quickly got on his phone and canceled all his appointments for that week he had pressing business to attend to. Momo got wind of that and called the unknown number to keep an eye on her fiance.

2:55 pm and Shoto walked in the elevator going down to the lobby. Momo saw him and smiled while standing up to greet him. She insisted on taking a car and not having a driver. Shoto was driving. It was an hour's drive to get to her parent's estate. A conversation commenced.

“So...when we're going to tell me?” she questioned.

Heart pounding fast he still kept his composure.

“What are you talking about?” he answered a question with a question.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about...did you think that was naive to not know that y/n is here...living and breathing in the flesh...the one that got away,” she said amused.

Silence.

“Look...let’s make a deal...the love that we have is still there...I don’t mind if you have some tail on the side...even if it’s your first love” she said while looking through the window.

“What are you trying to say?” he asked.

“What I’m saying is we will proceed to get married and I will allow you to have her...but, and I mean but leave me out of it...do whatever floats your boat with her...but, never and I mean never treat me like your father treated your mother” she explained.

Shocked, he quickly looked at Momo then back to the road still in silence.

“You didn’t think that I knew that you had his temper...come on now Shoto I am not stupid please don’t peg me as one...I see into your eyes and all I saw was your father” she stated.

That day they had a silent agreement.

Y/n finally completed the big project and got a big raise. Celebrating at a top-notch restaurant with her project team having a good time. She didn’t know but, there was a pair of eyes observing her and taking pictures of her outside of the establishment. She smiled click, picking up her glass click, talking click, male co-worker talking to her click, leaving the table with a said male click. Shoto was receiving the via text and all he did was tighten his fists. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he excused himself from the dinner meeting and called the unknown number.

“Who is that male she just left the table with?” Shoto questioned.

“I think it was one of her project leads...oh wait a minute they just returned with a birthday cake” the unknown caller responded.

“A birthday cake?” Shoto questioned.

“Yeah, I guess one of her co-workers' birthday is today,” the unknown caller responded.

A small sigh of relief washed over Shoto. “Keep me posted,” Shouta said before hanging up. Returning to his table he apologized and resumed the meeting. Shoto couldn’t wait for this blasted dinner meeting to be over with but, he was a patient man and waited. Once the dinner meeting came to a conclusion he excused himself and went to his car. Momo was at the meeting and she did to observe her fiance’s every movement she knew he was keeping a tab on y/n but brushed it off because of the agreement. Walking to her car she got in and drove off. Shoto saw her drive off and he quickly got in his car and drove to the place where y/n was celebrating and texted the unknown caller that he could leave. He nonchalantly walked into the restaurant acting like he was going for dinner and proceeded to sit down at a table party of one.

Y/n saw him and smiled. You then went to his table.

“What brings you here so late?” y/n smiled at him.

“I’m having a late dinner,” Shoto lied.

“Well nice to see you...I’m almost finished with my project completion celebration and I will join you for a drink...does that sound like a plan?” she asked.

“Yeah that sounds good to me” Shoto smiled up at her.

The dinner party was finished and she said her goodbyes to her co-workers. She then joined Shoto. Y/n sat down facing Shoto and smiled.

“So...it’s been a while Shoto...how are things going?” y/n asked

“I’m doing good, just been busy with my hero work” Shoto replied.

“Hey, Shoto...I have to use the restroom. Can you order me a jack and coke?” y/n asked.

“Sure,” Shoto answered

You left the table and went to the restroom. When the waiter set the drinks at the table Shoto proceeded to take a small vial out and pour it into your drink. He swiftly put the empty vial back in his pocket and waited for you to return. You returned to the table and thanked Shoto for ordering a drink for you and started to chat.

“I’m so glad that I finished the project on time...I almost didn't make the deadline” you said while taking a sip. Shoto observed.

“Well, congratulations on completing your project my Flame” Shoto smiled.

“What? What did you just-'' confused and dizzy you said.

“Check please,” Shoto said quickly

Shoto helped you out of the restaurant apologizing for you saying you had a little too much to drink. They believed Shoto because you were at a dinner party for a couple of hours before sitting with Shoto. He quickly seated you in his car and ran to the driver's seat and took off. He had approximately 48 hours of you being unconscious so he had to rush to get your permanent residence fixed up.

He had found an apartment before taking you and padded the walls and walled up the windows before drugging you. Now he had to just bolt the galvanized u-bolts to the ground and purchase the chains. It didn’t take long to finish the task. 24 hours more. He stripped you down and placed leg shackles on you and placed you on a mat. For the very first time he touched you, you were unconscious and that's what he liked. Slowly caressing your breasts down to your stomach. Then back to your carotid artery to check your pulse, slow and steady breathing.

What he didn’t expect was that you opened your eyes quickly and groaned. Your head was pounding furiously, your eyes were throbbing like crazy.

“Huh?...where am I?” you groaned out.

“Hey, my Flame...how was your sleep?” Shoto said to you while sitting next to you with an amused grin on his face.

“Oh...my head...it’s killing me...huh?...Shoto?...but, why?” you groaned.

“Well my Flame since you left me years ago I missed you to the point I almost asked my father for a favor...can you believe that? I Shoto the one who despises my dad was going to ask to bring you back?” Shoto said to you.

“I got to get up...fuck...need some painkillers...need to use the bathroom,” you said while struggling to get up.

“No can do my precious Flame...if you want to use the bathroom you're going to have to ask me” Shoto explained.

Realizing the situation on hand you started to inspect yourself and found that you were chained up.

“Shit Shoto this is not funny...come on unlock the chains...BDSM really?...not my cup of tea...besides the point...Shoto you're my friend” you said to him.

“ENOUGH! You can’t possibly be that dense y/n...here let me put it to layman's terms. You are MINE! This is your new home. Get used to it, you’re not going anywhere...got it?” Shoto asked.

Silence.

“I said GOT. IT!” Shoto added while pinching one of your nipples hard.

“Owwwwww…FUCK. What the fuck! Shoto stop that!” you shouted at him.

“I said got it!” Shoto once again did it to your other nipples

“Yeah! I got it, I got it!!!!” you screamed out in pain.

“Good,” Shoto said while getting up and gesturing to you to go to the bathroom.

You slowly got up and walked to the bathroom. You heard the chains clanking and turned your head to see you had a long chain attached to your ankle. You walked towards the toilet and sat down yet using it you looked up and asked for some privacy and, Shoto didn’t respond and steadily observed you.

“This is so ridiculous Shoto...can I have some privacy?” you said to him.

“You finished?” Shoto asked briefly.

“Yes...do you mind I would like to wipe” you said annoyed.

“Go ahead I’m not going to turn around so, you might as well,” Shoto said to you.

“Why are you doing this Shoto?” you questioned him.

“Go ahead and wipe and go back to the mat...and I’ll explain,” Shoto lied.

You finished and went to the mat. You sat down and waited for him to explain.

“Well?” you added.

“You left me,” he said. Then walked out of the door. You were confused, left him? Then the door opened and he placed a take-out bag in front of you.

“I’m sure you're hungry,” He said.

You opened the bag and proceeded to eat.

"You left me alone...did you know that I was deeply in love with you? You were the means to get away from my father. Even since my mom left me with the scar" he pointed at his scar. "I was always alone...until you came along" looking at you. "I thought...I thought you were my future y/n...I was planning to graduate UA and marry you” you looked at him in shock at what he was confessing. “But, all of that was gone when you left” Shoto started crying.

He quickly wiped his tears and got up. “I need to go,” Shoto said while opening the door.

TWO DAYS LATER

Dizzy, and delirious you haven’t eaten or drank for two days. You were almost considering drinking the toilet water except it had your waste because there was no water running. Your stomach feels as though it's eating itself. Your throat felt so dry, you almost wanted to throw up. Your head was hurting, lips chapped due to dehydration to the point of gagging but, you had nothing in your stomach. You threw up bile bitter, acidic taste on your tongue that made you shudder with disgust.

The door opened and Shoto stepped holding a take-out bag and a gallon of water. You were too weak to lift your head so he came to you. He sat down and poured a cup of water and slid it towards you. You grabbed it and quickly downed the water.

“Please Shoto can I have another cup?” you begged.

“No, you need to take a shower and get something to eat after,” Shoto said.

He helped you up out of the mat and took you to the bathroom. He then went out of the room and turned on the water valve. He came back and flushed the toilet and turned on the shower faucet. You took a good look inside the bathroom. It was immaculate, sort of like the inside of a hospital restroom clean and sterile. Except for the lingering stench of waste for two days.

He helped you in the shower. The shower was so refreshing having warm water surrounding your body. Being so cold for those two days. Lathering you from head to toe, the lather felt comforting he commanded for you to rinse and so you did. When finished he helped you out of the shower and proceeded to dry you.

“Can...can I have some clothes” you timidly asked Shoto.

He handed you a long t-shirt. It was one of his merch shirts. You pulled it over your head and it hung down to your knees.

“Please Shoto Let me go” you pleaded.

“Your mine, my Flame...I lost you once...I don’t intend to lose you again” Shoto whispered in your ear.

But I-” y/n was interrupted.

“Eat your food...I’m leaving” Shoto said while opening the door and walking out.

Shoto waited for a couple of hours and waited until the drug kicked in. Watching the camera he saw you fell to your side. Shoto walked in to find you unconscious from the drug he put in your food. He made his way to her sleeping form and paused then started to take off his clothes. He knew that to make you his he had to make love to you. He kneeled by your sleeping form. He placed his hand on your thigh with a little hesitation. He moved his hand upwards, sliding your shirt up. He saw your perfect breasts and wondered why you haven't fought men off with a stick.

Cupping your breasts he started to grope you pinching your hard nipples in which your body responded perfectly at his touch. He slid his hand down to your pussy and parted your folds. The soft velvety folds felt like rose petals. He rubbed his finger up and down from your clit to your entrance. Then he started to pluck your clit fast to the point that your slick started to run down to your ass. He knew you were ready for him.

He then parted your legs and climbed on top of you. He positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed himself inside of you savoring the wet and tight cunt of yours. He waited for a minute. It seemed like forever the way you cunt was strangling his cock. He knew right there and then that you were a virgin. He shuddered in excitement knowing that he will be your first to the only man you will ever be with. He pulled out and notice there was a little blood which confirmed what he was thinking.

He started to thrust slowly gripping your waist. His pace started to get faster and paused when he heard you groan. They started thrusting again this time your eyes started to fluttered and open.

“What are you doing to me?” you moaned out.

“Shhh...my Flame...I’m making you mine” he whispered to you.

You started to struggle to flail your legs out trying to push Shoto back and almost succeeded. Until Shoto slapped you hard on your jaw.

“What did I tell you?... What did I tell you? I’m making you mine” Shoto said while gritting his teeth.

You were in shock at the actions that Shoto was doing to you. In tears, you started to sob.

“Get the fuck off of me! Motherfucker! Get off! Now!” you sobbed out.

Another punch this time you almost passed out from the impact.

“Please leave me alone Shoto please” you mumbled while being woozy from the punch.

Shoto slammed his hand over your mouth while rutting in you. The sounds of muffled screams fell out of your mouth. Squelching sound echoed through the padded room and the muffled screams. Shoto wasn’t going to lie, he was getting more turned on and his cock was getting harder. Balls slapping against your ass he let out a big moan and cummin in your cunt.

Still, on top of you, his body relaxed as spurts of cum shot right into you, pulsating into you. He slowly pulled his cock out of you and buried his face on the crook of your neck.

“I told you...I was going to make you mine” he panted.

He quickly got up and put his clothes on. Threw you a little blue box. You looked at it and it was a Plan B box.

“Here...I don’t want to get you pregnant” Shoto said while opening the door and leaving.

[cubedmango]

Tysm I will gladly offload my rambling to you free causeI've realised that we seem to be on the same level of incomprehensible affliction of the body due to cherry magicism😭🫂BUT NAINAAA OH MY GOODNESS YOU'RE SO RIGHT THAT HAD ME ON THE FLOOR and it also stood out to me as well and because you mean to tell me rokkaku was observant enough to realise something was off between the two of them but couldn't tell they were dating):&:£ like DUDE!

Especially thinking about the fact that he probably regularly catches kurosawa at adachi's desk and kurosawa gets a bit Antsy whenever he's too close to adachi like he's so funny to me l'll always wish we got to see a live action reaction to them walking in with matching rings before the wedding like it must have been so funny watching the moment it clicked for him (at ALSO WAIT. you know when they're hugging and kurosawa is like I've been watching you all this time, magic or not you're still you' + the montage of their moments playing in the back and how he loves him all the same and then he laughed and was like 'you've been reading my mind so you should know anyway right?' I had to pause for a solid 6 minutes and just scream into my blanket because What The Fuck.

cm has bewitched our minds and souls now we share the same wavelength of undecipherable brainrot . peak method of communication honestly whats better than going RRGRAHAGAHG over the blorbos together

rokkakus literally the character of all time like he saw 1) kurosawa taking extra time from his already busy schedule to help adachi 2) krdc spending a lot of time alone even outside the office 3) them coming to work together that one time (and then everyday after they started living together) 4) them being off for those four days 5) kurosawa immediately taking a leave after finding out abt adachis accident and being gone for days 6) them both coming back one day w matching rings . in my head he still didnt piece anything together until they gave him a wedding invite and even Then he went "omg ur both having ur separate marriages on the same day wow u guys are such besties" until krdc have to tell him "No Listen We're Marrying Each Other" at which point rokkaku bluescreens and flashes through his entire mental directory of krdc observation notes for 5 hours straight rethinking everything in complete silence

[gateskp]

This is a story followers from Twitter and BSky know, but since I'm getting into Tumblr, I figured I'd share.

I'm very much in love with my best friend from college. He is the unrequited love of my life. I refer to him as The One I Love. And tonight I fell in love with him all over again.

In college, people thought we were dating because we were (and still are) so close. We did have class together every single day for a full semester and then class together multiple times a week for semesters after that. We'd hang out in the bio student lounge and watch TV on his laptop together. I made him a Pokeball birthday cake for his 21st birthday because he is a ridiculous nerd and loves Pokemon (no shade, I'm also a ridiculous nerd). When we had evening classes that ended at 9pm, I'd drive him home to make sure he got home safe and quickly. He made me laugh and smile and enjoy, y'know, living, which was something I didn't always enjoy in college.

We...did a lot of things that could definitely be construed as couple activities. But we were not a couple. Just very close, excellent complements of each other, with a hint of feelings on my part.

Side note: It's actually fairly entertaining to look back on because in our practical lab classes, our professors deliberately paired us up because we worked so well together (the assumption being because we were a couple).

Side note 2: He is a very attractive guy imo, and I semi-jokingly call him a ridiculously hot nerd. I'm queer and fall somewhere in ace land, so I do enjoy admiring him but there's nothing sexual about our relationship. Which I think has helped it in a good way.

He calls me every week and we talk. Like. For 2-3 hours *every week*. This has been going on for literally 2 years. Originally he started calling me to talk about shows we were watching, but now we talk about anything and everything. There's a lot of venting about grad school (we're both PhD-ing) and just...being there for each other. I love it. He listens to me ramble and he tells me stories and interesting tidbits and whatever. It's very give-and-take. Our weekly calls strengthened and cemented my feelings for him.

He knows my feelings because 2 years ago (?? how has it been that long) I wrote him a(n 8 page) love letter conveying my feelings and that led to a very awkward conversation about how feelings were not returned. I still think we use different language to describe similar things BUT ANYWAY. I respect that we don't see things the same way, much as it may hurt. That's what it means to love someone, respecting their feelings and experiences and personhood.

Side note 3: I have this secret fantasy about what our future could look like and I'm not going to let it go until there's no hope at all. He is one of the most important people in my world, and I truly only want the best for him. His health and happiness is tantamount to nothing, and whatever role I play in that, so be it. If he found another person who brought him even a fraction of the feelings he brings me, I'd officiate the wedding myself. What matters more than anything else is that I have my closest friend in my life and we remain close. Whatever it takes...

What's amazing(?) is that our relationship...it's gotten even stronger since then. That conversation was...A Lot...but I think it made whatever we have even stronger. It definitely didn't get worse.

I look forward to to our calls. They're part of my routine, I deliberately set aside this time on Thursday nights for him. I do not allow things to be scheduled for Thursday nights. Thursday nights are for The One I Love and no one else.

When we're talking to each other...I feel connected to another person. The world exists outside of my day-to-day bubble. I feel like...when I talk to him, I feel like there's a person who cares about what happens to me.

One night a couple of years ago I told him about my mental health struggles. It was something I don't think he fully recognised I was dealing with in college. But I was really struggling and having a hard time and I just couldn't pretend everything was okay on the phone. So I asked him if I could tell him, he said yes, so I told him everything. And it was really hard for me to do that, there was a lot of starting and stopping and stuttering (I stutter a lot anyway, this was worse). And at the end of it all, I told him that I knew what I just said was a lot and I understood if he needed some space or didn't want to talk for a while or whatever, because that's how people reacted in the past. There have been people who've decided to stop being friends with me because this is too much, and I understood if he felt that way because it's a lot. I wouldn't hold it against him.

And he just said "I'm still here." He said he wasn't going anywhere. And he hasn't.

More than once I've made self-deprecating jokes because how else does one deal with their terrible mental health and he reminds me that he cares. He has confidence in me when I don't. Once I texted him on a Friday night and told him to tell me something good that happened to him that day because I was having a really tough night and needed to hear something positive was happening in the world. He responded by calling me and being there for me.

We trust each other with things that no one else knows. It means the world to me that he'll tell me things that he won't tell anyone else, and I will take his secrets to the grave. Trust is...complicated for me. But I trust him. He won't hurt me. It's something I've had to really come to terms with, here is someone who I can be vulnerable around who won't hurt or manipulate me.

Last year I saw him for the first time since 2017 and it was like no time had passed at all. We spent 4 days together. I took him to see his first Broadway show, Hadestown, which was the only show he's ever been really eager to see. He took me to see SPACE at the Illuminarium because he knows how much I geek out over space, how awe-inspiring I find it. He talked me out of dropping $700 on a Flash comic, which was extremely wise. I tried and failed to cook, which he doesn't let me forget. He got me hooked on anime, which was apparently his deviously secret plan all along (which shocked me but I absolutely love it). I "made" him split half a gallon of Blue Bell ice cream with me because I hadn't had it in years (it took 0 effort, the man has no control when it comes to sweets and I tease him about it constantly). We helped his friend move. We sat on the couch on our laptops silently enjoying each other's presence.

It was truly the best long weekend I've had in who-knows-how-long. If the rest of my life looked like that weekend, I think I would be happy. Genuinely wonderfully happy and enjoying life.

The day I had to leave, I completely lost it. He gave me a goodbye hug and I completely broke down on his shoulder because I'd just had the best weekend in living memory and was going back to my quickly-approaching preliminary exam and having issues with my advisors. He knew all of this. I sobbed on his shoulder, and he held onto me. He didn't let go until he knew I stopped crying and was safe to drive. (I cried on and off the entire 7 hours drive)

I have pictures of us from this trip on my desk in lab, and they always make me smile, they have so much positivity associated with them. They also made it onto my Christmas card.

I'm going to see him again next month when I run the marathon in his city. We have a growing list of things to do which is entirely dessert places he wants to take me to, because we both love dessert and sweets. Tonight we were talking about when I might come down. I told him it's completely up to him because he has to put up with me and my bullshit. The race is on a Sunday, so I'd come down as early as the Tuesday before.

He doesn't know his schedule yet because science and experiment timing can be tricky. But he might be taking Wednesday off. He said he already plans on spending all day Thursday with me.

Tonight I fell in love all over again.

[dhampiravidi]

older!Jason Todd feelings

apparently I’m having thoughts about my guy today. Who can blame me? 🥰 here's a thing about him & my OC, Jayn, when they're a little bit older...

to start, his FC is Peter Gadiot. (yep, let that sink in.)

ANYWAY--

he's 50-something. when he really thinks about it, he's surprised that he's made it this far. Like all the other vigilantes & Gotham-centric people (including his own partner), he's got his own collection of scars (& foraged Batarangs), but that's to be expected. The usual suspects (Jayn, the old ladies in their* neighborhood, the Bats who were still kicking, and the nighttime escorts) always compliment him on his looks, even if he doesn't think he looks all that special. The Pit has slowed his aging; aside from some deepened smile crinkles at the corner of his eyes and slightly darker skin, he hasn't physically changed in decades. Ah well--there is the bone spur that future asshole!Tim had clued him into (long since removed), the scruff he occasionally lets grow in, and the blue that's slowly returning to his eyes in place of some of the Lazarus-tinted green. He still has the nightmares, and some things (prolonged laughter, horror movies, being surrounded by intense cold) still bother him, but Harley's really helped over the years.

he and Jayn said they'd never get married. They agreed when they were maybe 27 that having an actual wedding would just jinx things. If either of them died too early, the other would resurrect them, and yet...they both preferred to stay on top uninterrupted for a while. So, they had a date night (and day) spent mostly outside Gotham, one which ended with them getting tattoos inspired by Pride and Prejudice: “My heart is and always will be yours,” for her, and "You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you,” for him. Well, that, and then they put their gelato to-go in the fridge before they had a nice round of sleepy sex. Now they've got matching ring tattoos--those were from their 25th not-anniversary last year.

she eventually sets aside her duties as CFO of WayneTech to run the Martha Wayne Foundation. It keeps her busy in a good way. She and Jason publicly live in the Wayne Foundation penthouse, which is close to all the venues used for charity galas and not far from all the places where Jason teaches. Because he wants to help as many as he can, he rotates between being an adjunct at Gotham U, an adjunct at Hudson, a teacher at a big high school (it'd been poor before "the Waynes" donated to it), and an online tutor...all for English and Drama. Jayn limited him to 2 jobs per semester and forbade him from working at Gotham and Hudson simultaneously. Still, she loves listening to his stories about the kids he works with. And they love their teacher, who wears graphic tees and ankle boots with button-ups, and who sometimes brings his pet to class.

the Red Hood isn't seen as often as the other Gotham heroes. Some of them are younger, newer vigilantes who find it comparably easy to fit nightly patrols into their schedules. Sometimes he envies them, missing the feeling of wind combing through his hair as he zips through the sky, or the combination of adrenaline, satisfaction, and relief that comes with saving someone from a creep. Well, he still experiences that stuff, just not as much. First off, the Red Hood is a reserve guy--he only comes out when Frostbite does, which is if shit has officially hit the fan (ex. planetary invasion, No Man's Land Part 2, the regular teams are out of commission, etc.). Then out come the pistols and gear, none of which he's ever thrown away (assuming it still works). Otherwise, he has to stick to riding his motorcycle, sparring with those who know about his past, and going on the occasional international vacation.

they stopped suiting up for patrol a few months before the twins were born. The kids were the result of a few steamy, excited, condom-less nights (some of which also involved getting high). When Jayn got the positive, she and Jason debated all the reasons why they should or shouldn't be parents, including having weird upbringings, living in a dangerous world, and noticing a little gap in their lives that seemed to want kids. Freddie Arwen and Lydia Wayne-Todd looked nothing like each other apart from their light brown skin, but Jason thought his daughters were perfect the moment he saw them. They still are, even though Freddie keeps bleaching the life out of her pretty, dark brown hair and Lydia's cooking typically tastes like stale refried beans. Both left Gotham years ago, but they make sure to visit once a month.

yes, the clown is dead. Yes, Jason was there when they dissolved the body using lye and water. Yes, he was slightly salty, seeing as how it'd taken the Bats forever to kill the creep. In the end, it'd been Ghost-Maker, Bruce's weird (yet impressive, from a crimefighting POV) ex, who'd been in Gotham tracking some illegal shipment. Apparently, Khoa had been a good boy, following Bruce's rules until he completed his mission. About a half hour later, Joker was found dead. There was an informal, 2-day celebration all across the city, one where everyone was kind to each other, like a reverse Purge. It would become a holiday, much to Bruce's chagrin. Oh, well.

when Jason turned 30, Alfred finally admitted to the Bats that he'd been part of some experimental Brit super-soldier program, one that had slightly increased his intellect, reflexes, and lifespan. Not many of them were surprised.

[nightcall99]

Dreams from 9.11.23

Dream 1: I have attended a wedding ceremony (I think my old best friend JL's) and now I'm back at the hotel to get ready for the reception. I'm already in my party wear so all I need to do is freshen up. I am walking through the floors of the hotel trying to find an empty bathroom to tidy myself up in but they're all full as all the wedding attendees want to do the same thing. I honestly didn't want to use the typical communal bathroom with the stalls anyway, as I would rather not have other people perceiving me. I want to be by myself. I wander into a quiet, distant part of the hotel and finally something that precisely fits my needs; a single bathroom enclosed by four walls.

I go inside and lock the door. I find a laundry machine and use it to wash all the clothes from my suitcase (my clothes appeared out of nowhere). My clothes fill to the brim of this top-load washing machine and on top of the pile is a white towel which I make sure is submerged in the water. I know that I am leaving right after the reception and so I am getting prepared by being as productive with my time left as possible. I'm going to have leave the washing machine (as it goes through a full wash cycle on my clothes) unattended as I am about to leave for the the reception party. But I'm rather apprehensive about this. I get out a piece of paper and write a note to leave behind, leaving my name and whose wedding it is that I am attending. I spend a fair bit of time on this note, thinking of all the relevant information to leave, with the most important piece being that that I am going to be back to collect my laundry. I’m going to come back for it really soon, I just hope nobody takes my clothes in the meantime.

I spend ages inside this bathroom. The reception started at around 3-4pm and it's much later now, probably around 9-10pm so the party's well in progress. I know that my friend GMR is probably already there and enjoying herself but I'm not ready to go out there yet. I kind of figure I don’t want to attend it anymore. What if I skipped it? I’m already all dressed up, so all I would need to do is make my way to the venue but I really don’t feel like socialising. I’m not even that close to the bride or groom anymore, like I used to be. Even GMR probably won’t miss me.

Dream 2: There is a grand end-of-year work party that is happening tonight. I am staying in a hotel where other people who are attending the party are also staying at. I come across MH (an old co-worker) who I haven't seen in long time. It's so good to see her. She asked me when my final oral exam is scheduled to be, did I get a date yet? I start panicking. I had applied to take this exam ages ago but have now suddenly realised I never heard back from the pharmacy council. I also suddenly remembered that other people received their exam dates already and had told me as much, so how come I didn't have mine yet? I think I had become too relaxed with living in the day-to-day and hadn’t realised how quickly the impending exam period approached. I felt like it was possibly days or weeks away. I went into the email inbox on my phone to see if I had accidentally missed the email but there was nothing. MH looked on as I checked all my email folders in case it was in the spam folder or deleted folder. Nothing. I really needed to know when it was going to be. In fact, I hadn’t even properly prepared myself to take this exam at all. MH tried to console me a little. I told myself I would ring the pharmacy council at the first chance, to find out. At the very least, I wanted to know they received my application.

I went back to my hotel room to get ready for the party. MH was messaging me with updates since she was getting ready in her room for the party too. After a short while, she finished getting ready and made her way to the party. She told me that she was now hanging out with some other colleagues. I think maybe she was already a little tipsy because her energy felt a little unhinged. She said she was 'deleting friends' as the night progressed. I figured she had this mentality tonight because things are 'over' now and she had made her peace with it. Neither she nor I were particularly attached to anyone who was attending. At least she was still texting me.

I knew it would take me couple of hours to get ready since I wanted to take my time and not rush. But I kept hesitating. I bought my outfit out but as I looked at it, I started to second-guess my choice. It was a white cocktail dress and was quite revealing. I realised I didn't feel comfortable wearing this anymore, it didn't feel like 'me'. I was kicking myself since I should have predicted my indecision and bought along a variety of different outfits to choose from. Now I didn't really want to attend the party anymore. It hit me that I don't really know any of the attendees as well as I used to. They're all people from my past and I didn't want to be around any of them anymore.

I crept out of my room and discovered that the hotel was connected to a grand shopping mall. It's dark, as all the lights are switched off. All the shops are closed. I walked around for awhile, aimlessly. There are security guards stationed at various points and they didn't seem to mind too much that some of us were exploring. I got the feeling that people would stay at the hotel, if they knew they would be partaking in copious amounts of shopping and thus would have a convenient place to store all their shopping bags. I ran into a girl that I know, who was with another guy and they wanted me to come along with them to the art gallery area of the mall. They were going to look at paintings of the girl's husband, who was also the king. I trailed after them but at the last minute I stopped following them and let them go on without me. I realised I didn't actually want to do what they were doing. The mall felt so vast, yet so silent. Even with the girl and guy I had encountered, our conversation was carried out in hushed whispers. As I continued to wander around, I tripped over a wooden beam that was stood vertically. I put it back in it's spot as carefully as I could, without making a peep. There were two security guards watching me like hawks as I did this, lest I make any noise and disturb the utter quiet.