#it's neither of our faults that we can't find them right now

[natjennie]

just attempted to employ a reframing technique I learned from therapy earlier. it's not quite working but you know. intention has to count for something right.

[theereina]

Big Mama Pt. 10 | You're Supposed To Know

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +2K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, no smut (alluding to sexual situations), heavily dialogue-centered, angst, verbal argument

Synopsis: When an argument between Terry and Havana sends them into a spiral, love is the last thing on their minds. Terry’s inability to see the situation through Havana’s POV becomes the single catalyst for a bomb that's ready to self-destruct.

Now, Terry must come to terms with the fact that this may be the end, and it’s all his fault. In a moment of desperation, Terry returns home and seeks advice from his parents. His parents give him raw and unfiltered guidance that shakes Terry to his core.

“Will Terry’s indiscretions ruin everything he and ‘Vana have built, and is forgiveness even an option?”

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“’Vana, don't you walk away from me!” Terry yelled behind me as I stormed out of the bedroom.

“No, fuck this! I'm going home! You’re acting like I'm the problem!” I yelled back. I continued to walk into the living room without slowing my pace.

I was on fire. My mind was going 100 miles a minute, and nothing was going to calm me down. I didn't want to talk anymore. Terry's lack of understanding could only be tolerated for so long. He was letting his pride get in the way.

“Come here!” Terry said, grabbing my arm.

“Let me fuckin' go! I'm not doin' this anymore. I'm sick of explainin’ myself!” I yelled as I snatched my arm from Terry.

“Aight, ‘Vana. Calm yo’ ass down. We've been at this all day, and I'm tired. What the hell are you still mad for?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

What was I still mad for? Terry couldn't be this dumb or naïve.

“What am I still mad for? What kinda dumbass question is that? You don't see what you did wrong?” I asked, stepping closer to him.

“Watch it! You gettin’ beside yourself, mama. Keep it civil,” Terry said, eyeing me. His chest rose and fell rapidly.

Anger was the only emotion present in the room as hues of red dominated our auras. Red was all we had the capacity to see at this point. Our eyes veiled in our pursuit of blood. Lacking empathy and compassion in every word we spewed out of spite. There were no white flags in our future.

We were no longer seeking a resolution, instead, we were now struggling to declare a winner. Who was right? Who was wrong? Who did this? Who did that?

Ears were no longer listening as we were too focused on responding. Quick, sharp tongues leave no room for gentleness. Battling it out like two wordsmiths who hate each other, finding value in inflicting pain with the same lips we used to express the deepest depths of love.

Unknowingly, we both wanted it to stop, but that meant someone had to lose. Unfortunately, I was stubborn, and so was he. Neither set of lips yielded long enough for a reprieve. This was nothing more than a senseless act of immaturity. Both of us were unaware of just how fierce and passionate the other could be when we felt unheard or misunderstood.

“Civil? Keep it civil?! You can't be that dumb, Terry? You don't see nothin' wrong with what you did… Better yet, what you didn't do?” I asked, poking him in the chest.

“Don't do that!” Terry said as he lightly grabbed my hand. “Just stop it, ‘Vana! Use your fuckin' words and talk!” he said, putting my hand by my side.

“Don't fuckin' touch me! You obviously don't care! I've talked all damn day. I've used my words. I've cried. I've… I've… I'm done!” I said, turning on my heels.

“What did I just say?! Stop walkin’ away and talk!” he yelled again.

My movements stopped. I was beyond exhausted. We had repeated the same conversation over and over. Each time getting an even worse result. This fight would not end tonight or maybe ever.

With a heavy heart, I decided for both of us.

At this moment, I would rather walk away than continue to fight. Even if I felt like I was right, we were too far gone. There was probably no coming back from this. Trust was gone. Communication was broken. Feelings were hurt. Lines were crossed. Too much was said, and too much was left uncertain. My heart was damaged. Maybe, I wasn't built for this.

“I'm not repeating myself again! If you think you're right, fine. Fuck it. I don't care anymore. There's nothing more for me to say when you're supposed to know…. Hell… How don't you know?” I said, opening the front door.

I walked out the door, half expecting Terry to stop me. When he didn't follow me, it only reinforced my decision.

After all of that, I was forfeiting this battle.

I conceded. He won.

“Son, tell me what happened?” Rochelle, Terry's mother asked earnestly. She leaned over and kissed Terry's head, hoping to comfort him.

One thing Ms. Rochelle didn't play about was her baby boy Terry. She had yet to meet Havana, so this was a bit of a problem, considering her baby had shown up teary-eyed and distraught over a girl she had never met.

“She found out about what happened between me and Taylor. I was gonna tell her at first, but then I didn't see the need to. It ended right there. It ain't like I kept communicatin’ with her,” Terry said, leaning back in his seat on the couch.

“What you mean by that? What happened wit’ you and Taylor? Mae Ann told me Taylor said she saw you a few days ago. Is that it, or is there more to this story?” Rochelle said, rubbing Terry's back.

“I mean… yes and no,” Terry shrugged.

“Son, spit it out,” she said, rolling her eyes. She could see straight through Terry. He was trying his hardest to repress his feelings, but Rochelle knew Terry was at war inside his head. What she didn't know was that Terry’s internal monologue was growing more chaotic by the second.

“I met up with Taylor after she texted me. She asked me to go with her to Eli’s grave. I mean, we were together when he died. So, I felt like maybe she just needed a friend. So I went—,” Terry said.

“Terrence Richmond! I'm starting to see why this woman was pissed off. You met up with your ex, and didn't think to tell her that? Even if nothing happened, that leaves way too much up for interpretation. Use your brain, baby!” Rochelle said, crossing her arms.

“Well, I didn't want her to get mad at me or get the wrong idea,” Terry said, sinking into the couch.

“And how did that work out, huh?” she said, leaning up to grab Terry's face and forcing him to look at her. “Look at me,” she continued.

“I just thought it would be best if she didn't know. I know ‘Vana. She woulda tried to kill Taylor. Hell, she'd probably woulda tried to kill me, too!” Terry exclaimed. Pausing to gather his thoughts, Terry tried to figure out the best way to tell his mother the rest of the story. “To be honest, Mama, that ain't even the worst part. Taylor kissed me, and… uh… tried to… uh… touch… y’know,” Terry said, nodding towards his groin.

“Unh unh! Terrence, did you at least stop the girl?” she asked loudly. The more her son talked the more she understood Havana’s sentiment. She would wring his father's neck if he didn't tell her about something like this.

“Yes, of course I did. We were in my truck which made it worse. I pushed her off and held her back as best I could, but I was driving. Plus, she kept tryin', so I dropped her off at Julie's. I promise, Mama. Nothing happened. I just honestly didn't know what to do after that,” Terry said, letting his face fall into his hands.

“Nothing happened, my ass! So, you mean to tell me that you let this girl kiss and touch all over you, then expected your girlfriend to be okay with it? Wait a damn minute… I thought you said you didn't tell her,” Rochelle said, knitting her eyebrows together.

“I didn't… She did,” Terry mumbled under his breath.

“Who did? Who is she? What are y—. Terrence! I know damn well you didn't let Talyor tell her first. Come on, honey. This ain't right, and you know it. You should've known this wasn't gonna end well,” she said, popping Terry upside his head.

“Rochelle!” Terry’s father, Franklin, yelled as he entered the room.

“Go ‘head. Tell your father about the mess you done got yourself into. Franky, you gotta hear this,” Rochelle said, shifting in her seat.

Franklin sat in his recliner, facing Terry. “Boy! Talk! Ain't no sense in hangin’ ya' head,” he said, leaning up to get Terry's attention.

Terry sat in silence for a moment. He started the story over, telling it from beginning to end. The more he talked, the more he realized how disappointed his parents looked and the worse he felt. It was becoming more evident to him that he fucked up. Havana had every right to be mad.

“Chelle, can you give us a minute? I think this might be one of those conversations, baby,” Franklin said, rising from the recliner.

“Alright. Please, talk some sense into this boy,” Rochelle said, standing.

Franklin approached Terry's mother kissing her on the cheek. Rochelle left the room and left the two men alone. Franklin knew that this was a conversation that needed a Father's touch. His mother could only understand to a certain extent.

“Son, listen. Before I even start speaking, do you even know what you did wrong?” he asked as he sat back in his recliner.

“Yes. I just… I just didn't think it was that serious. I never wanted to hurt ‘Vana. I love her too much. I thought I was protecting her,” Terry said, looking at his father.

Franklin stared at his son. The look on Terry's face was all too familiar. This was the face of a man who knew he messed up but didn't know if he could fix his mistake. He knew his son well enough to see that whoever this girl was she had Terry's heart— all of it.

“That’s a start. At least, you know you were wrong. Listen to me, son. When it comes to women…., or better yet, when it comes to love, omission is lyin’. It doesn't matter what your intentions were. You let another woman tell your woman something she didn't know about. What makes it worse is that Taylor ain't some random woman, she’s a woman you gotta past wit’. That’s gonna immediately throw some doubt in there no matter how much she trusts you. I can only imagine how Taylor spun that story. So, of course, her initial thoughts are gonna be all over the place. She’s gonna question why you weren't the one to tell her, and if nothing happened, why'd you hide it? You left too much unanswered, son. Then, you let another woman answer for you,” Franklin said. He could see the wheels turning in Terry’s head.

“I know, Dad. It’s just that I don't even think she wants to see me, let alone talk. ‘Vana was more than pissed. She looked hurt. I shoulda followed her. I shouldn't have let her leave. She was right there—,” Terry said, sniffling.

“Son, what I'm about to say is gonna hit you like a shot of whiskey with no chaser. Stop thinking like a man and think like a lover. Don't you dare call that woman tryin' to talk over no phone. Go find her, and let her know how you feel. Meet her wherever she's at, pour yo’ heart, hit yo’ knees. Do whateva you need to get yo’ woman. But before you go over there, you gotta come to terms with something. She don't have to listen, and she for damn sure don't have to forgive ya’. All you can do is let her know how you feel. Hell, show her how you feel. You want that girl bad enough; you won't give a damn about how you look in that moment. Look at me, Terrence! When you get done, her heart should be full, and yours should be empty. Do you understand me?!”

A/N: Remember, I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by ME (theereina). Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

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[normanreedusdaryl]

Can I request Daryl x Female Reader where they aren’t really close but have to go on a run together and get cornered by a herd, so they hide in the trunk of a car like he did with Beth but things get…smutty/spicy🌶️✨

Thanks !

The trunk.

Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

After you and Daryl get stuck in a herd of walkers, you find a nearby car to, pass the time...

18+

sex, age gap, cunnilingus, good girl, sweat.

I do not own any rights to The Walking Dead, the picture is just used to set the scene.

You were never close to Daryl, in fact, you had never really spoken to him. He was always out doing runs. You were never allowed outside the walls. Rick and the group said it was always too dangerous for a 'young girl like you'. You were 18, nearly 19. An adult. Sure, you didn't know how to use a gun, but a girl can learn, right? Well, you soon lost interest after learning about what happened to the last group that went out scavenging after only Daryl and Michone returned. 

One morning, you were jolted awake by Michone. Hey, wake up! You know how you said you wanted to go out on a run? Yeah, well, here's your chance. Daryl's waiting outside for you. She leaves before you can tell her you don't want to go, the last thing you want to do is piss off Daryl. So you put some clothes on before making your way outside.

Ya ready? Daryl groans. Mhh. Neither of you were happy about it, in fact, you were pretty sure he hated you, you were just another dumb blonde in his eyes. You get on the back of his bike, wrapping your hands around his large build. He was so big your hands could reach. You drive for a bit, not seeing much until you find an old motor home ditched on the side of the road. Wait here. He instructs as he gets off the bike. He slowly circles the car, looking inside until he eventually walks back. 's been looted. He grunts as he gets back on the bike. You drive for a bit longer until you reach a road that's been blocked by cars, you're about to turn back when you notice a small herd of walkers surrounding you. Ah, shit. He says, getting back off his bike. Stay back there. He calls out as he begins killing the walkers, but there are too many, they keep appearing from the surrounding forest. Get off the bike! He yells as he comes running towards you. You get off quickly before he grabs your arm, forcing you to run with him. The walkers are closing in, so your only choice is the trunk of a car. Daryl opens it before pushing you in; he follows behind you, closing it. The sound of your heavy breathing is soon taken over by the sound of walkers hitting the car. It's awkward; you can't help but feel like it's your fault. I'm sorry, Daryl, I should've helped... It's ok. You're shocked by his thoughtful reply.

Some hours pass, and it is now the middle of the day, the sun beaming through the car windows. You're both overheating. Daryl passes you a bottle of water from his bag. Don't drink all of it; it's the only one I got. You nod, taking two large gulps before passing it back. You know, we're gonna overheat if we don't do something. He says, there's a long pause before you come up with an idea. Layers. You say. Huh? If we take off our layers, we won't overheat. He scoffs. What? Not a good idea? I'd rather you see my tits than us die in this car. He's shocked by what you said, but he can't deny the good idea. You make the first move, taking your yellow polo shirt off revealing your lacy bra.He follows your lead. He takes his shirt off, revealing his sweaty chest. You could not help but admire his muscles, taking glances as you took off your shoes. You both undid your trousers and took them off, leaving you both in your underwear. He was wearing some old boxer briefs with holes in them. It was almost like the rips and tears were teasing you, each hole getting closer to the outline of his soft cock. You reach behind and try to unhook your bra, but your sweaty fingers keep slipping. Hey, do you mind helping me out? You just unhook it. You move towards him and turn around; you feel his large hands softly hitting your back. Finally, it unhooks, and you take it off, letting your puffy nipples breathe. It feels awkward; you can tell he's trying not to look, either because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or he's trying not to get a boner. You alright. You ask. Mhh. You never seen a pair of tits before?  You joked. Yeah... just...you know. You look down and can see the tip of his cock poking through one of the tears in his underwear. Unlucky day to be wearing old pants, huh. He scoffed into his hands, but you could see his smile through his fingers. I'm sorry bout that. He says as his face grows red. You can see his cock twitching. If you want, I can help you out with it. He frowns at you. You don't want that... I wouldn't say it if  I didn't want it, Daryl. Silence fills the car. You're thirty years younger than me; I'm not a perv. You laugh. Well, your cock says otherwise, besides... nobody has to know. 

You graze your finger against your now-hard nipple, biting your lip. You know you want to Daryl Dixon. His hand slowly moves down his body, touching his hard dick. You move your hand further down to your pussy, before taking off the panties. Daryl lets out a loud groan as you spread your legs, revealing your open lips. You could see on his face he was disgusted with himself, but yet he still got up and planted his mouth and nose into your pussy. It made you jump, the feeling of his warm tongue sliding up and down your slit. You grab his head, pushing it down deeper. His tongue penetrated the inside walls of your soaking pussy, licking your thighs, letting none of your slick escape. Fuck me, Daryl. You moaned as his tongue left your clit. Are you sure? He groaned. Pretty please. He can't give in, he grabs his cock, sliding his tip up and down your wet slit. He moaned Fuck. As he slowly pressed his cock into your aching pussy. He laid on top of you, letting soft moans escape onto your lips. He conjured up a ball of spit before spitting it into your mouth. The taste of him made your walls clench, tightening around his cock. You could feel his balls pressing against your ass hole as he slowly thrust inside you, wiping sweat from his chest and armpit, rubbing it over your chest. You're such a good girl. He whispers in your ear as you moan. Your tight pussy is gonna make me cum baby. He grabs your thighs, forcing his dick in deeper as his thrusts speed up. You feel his dick pulsate before he takes it out, cumming over your tits. You both moan as you feel his warm ropes of cum cover your nipples. He collapses onto you, pressing the cum into his chest. You feel his dick go soft inside you. He then takes his finger and wipes the cum off your nipple before putting it on your swollen clit. Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me? He asks as he rubs his finger in a circle. He breaths onto your face, the smell of his breath making a knot form in your stomach. Fuck Daryl, I'm gonna cum. You scrunch your face as you feel the knot releasing from your stomach, your pussy squirting over his soft cock still in your pussy. He takes his fingers out, licking them clean. This was not gonna be the last time you did this...

[igglemouse]

My day starts at three, yes, three a.m. That's all thanks to Flora bawling her little heart out in the middle of the night. That meant I had to get up and attend to her. First, a bottle to calm her down and second, a bath to clean her up. Mama is always here to save the day! It's exhausting, sure, I wish she would have waited at least another hour before waking me but it is rewarding!

By the time I am done getting her settled Pascal is just waking up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and stumbling into the kitchen.

"How long have you been up?" he asks yawning. I glance at him, wondering how he wakes up and gets straight to working out every morning. That takes a level of discipline that I know I do not have.

"For a few hours?" I ask with an arched brow, wondering if he slept right through Flora's crying. I know the answer to that, of course he did, he could sleep through an earthquake. "Flora was hungry and dirty and-"

"Ah umm, yeah. You know my body shuts down when it needs rest."

"Yeah, it really does," the man is an athlete and does need his rest. I can't fault him for that.

"So ummm," he reaches out, his hands taking mines with care. His touch is gentle but the look in his eyes are anything but subtle. It's clear what is on his mind and maybe that is so because it has been on my mind as well. "I was thinking-"

"I know," because with a sleeping baby and his very busy career we really need to take our chances when we get them.

And you can guess where that led...

I admit that session of ours was pretty intense. I'm not sure what got into him today but I'm very thankful of it although it has left me just a little tired after wards. Not too tired for Flora of course. She was napping all though that fortunately and she was just as happy to see me!

But mama is tired. I feel like I've had a full day and not even half of the day have passed. Time for a nap myself, let's see how much rest I'll be able to get before someone wakes me up.

As for Pascal he was messing with the gnomes who have been all over the place today. Ah yeah, I guess I forgot that it is Harvestfest but there isn't much of a celebration going on here. I don't have much of a family to invite over and neither does Pascal? Well, the three of us is more than enough I think!

I should add that he does also take care of Flora or rather that he tells me he will help out with her a little more and I make a deal with him that if he takes care of her during the evenings that I'll make sure a five star dinner is on the table. It might seem fair but remember cooking is no chore for me, I enjoy it, and this way I can hopefully find more sleep and be more prepared for when Flora decides to wake me up again at 3 a.m.

I think its a good deal for him too since he really wants to be a dad. That means being there for her and building a relationship with her and the sooner the better. It also just gives me space to do my thing, my cooking thing!

When he's done and ready for dinner I can't help but ask him how it went. Just the question alone brings a full smile to his face.

"She's really sweet," he beams. "No crying or anything, she really liked the bubbles I think but overall-"

"I guess she's going to be a daddy's girl then because she can certainly cry!" I suppose she saves that for me.

"I just didn't see much of it I guess but she didn't give me any issues!" Great news, honestly. I want him taking on a lot more daddy duties than he does now, I know its asking a lot of him, he has a career that asks him to sacrifice most of his time but in my mind that should come second to Flora.

He digs into this dinner before the conversation can continue but I can tell there is something else on his mind. Something far more serious or something is bothering him?

"So, what is the plan tonight?" I ask as he is practically inhaling his food. He usually savors it, my food deserves that respect, but tonight it's like he's late for something. Which is odd, if you notice, Pascal doesn't go out much.

"I want to take you out tonight," he says with his fork clinking against the plate, serving as a period to that statement.

"Oh? Where?" Again, I'm a little surprised. There's something off about this. "You could have mentioned this sooner? I wouldn't have cooked and oh, I'll need to call a babysitter-"

"Don't worry, the babysitter has been called, it's all been planned," he speaks so calmly which worries me further.

"What?" Is he talking about? "What plan, Pascal?"

"Will you come out to the park with me?"

And so despite the time that's what we do. Thankfully, it's quiet. There aren't many people around which doesn't surprise me since its a holiday night and yeah, it is late. I'm starting to also have some idea why we are out here, I can sense it in how nervous he seems, although I'll admit I expected a little more from the moment I'm predicting.

We settle onto the first bench we find and as I glance around I begin to have a flood of memories. "I kind of miss this place," I tell him, looking over to the spot of our first date. A simple picnic, here, at this park. I'm now very very sure at why he'd brought me here, I can't believe I almost forgot. I take a deep breath and try to play it cool and calm. "I'd have my stand right over there and even at night I would get a good amount of customers."

"I don't come here much," Pascal admits before looking around until he tilts his head upwards to the sky. "It's a little too public for me but it is a nice park," his eyes are locked to the heavens, locked onto the few stars that sparkle tonight.

"Do you know anything about astronomy?" I ask, breaking a quick silence, a throw away question to keep things moving.

"Nothing at all," he says with a laugh, "but I would always look up at the night sky as a kid and think I'd be up there."

"Huh?" I point up at the stars above, making sure I've heard him correctly. "You mean, a star in the sky or..."

"Figuratively, silly! I'd be one of those stars one day," he says but doesn't he know that he's already accomplished that?

But we do not spend the time talking about stars and my thoughts start to drift back to home, back to Flora. For a moment I forget why he's brought me here or rather, why I think he's dragged me here, and all I can think about is that she's there with some random babysitter. Some young woman who I suspect didn't listen to a word I've said when I had to hurry to give her my list of dos and don'ts and as time passes I grow impatient and want back home. Pascal tells me we have all night, but that's not true. What if the babysitter goes to sleep and... no no no, that won't do. "She is first now, she always comes first now," I tell him.

"Yes, I know that, but we still have a life to live and I just wanted to spend some time with you."

"There's nothing wrong with that but just a little more planning would be better. Just a heads up, maybe I could have called over a friend to babysit for her? I get so nervous knowing some complete stranger is taking care of her and-"

He silences me with a kiss...

And before I can properly react to it there he is dropping to one knee and pulling out a ring with a gem that is brighter than any of the stars above us..

Frida Varela - Next Episode 10.1 'Flavors of Home'

[heeheesang]

── .✦ what if we never dated..? — i should've been with you.

really really long written chapter , short smau below ! warnings : angst !! i cried writing this.

AFTER THE FIGHT WE HAD , WE NEVER HAD THE GUTS TO EVER FACE EACH OTHER . EVERYTIME WE MADE EYE CONTACT , WE WOULD IGNORE EACH OTHER AND FACE AWAY .

if only i had the guts to apologise for shouting at you... if only chaer didn't get in the way of everything. but thanks to taesan, we did manage to talk it out, even tho it was super awkward. i did feel like jumping into your arms but, i stopped myself.

it's been a week since the trip and we hadn't contacted at all... yunah and eunseok were happily together, same with shotaro and moka.

"since when were you and gunwook close again..?" you pulled me by my arm as i looked behind. the urge i had to hug you tightly and wish it was all dream...

"he... apologised to me. and now we're talking as friends." i smiled awkwardly as he flashed gunwook one kind of a look. we were about to leave when he pulled my arm again.

"wait, yn... i have to tell you something." i crossed my arms, "what is it, leehan?"

"i'm moving to america." if only you knew how much you made me cry at home with that sentence alone. but the only thing i could do at the point was smile and wish you all the best.

i could barely sleep for nights, eventually had to call taesan and anton over with the girls for a sleepover. gunwook joined too, and that's when i realised why we weren't made for each other.

GUNWOOK : yeah lol she thinks i still like her, do i get my $1000 now?

CHAER : ugh just keep her distracted. leehan and i got his parents approval for an arranged marriage.

GUNWOOK : you better do this quick, it's bad enough i'm hurting her but she can't make a man happy at all.

i broke down into tears, screenshotting the chat and sending it to myself before waking gunwook up. oh, if only you could hear how upset i was.

i can't blame gunwook and i can't blame you neither can i blame chaer... it's all my fault in the end.

once it was morning, gunwook ran out of the house before any of the girls or guys woke up. i spent the whole day crying, arranged marriage? so he's... really taken now.

YN : sent a screenshot

LEEHAN : ☺️ now you know pretty.

LEEHAN : i'm sorry it had to be this way... i just never liked you at all yn, i was always waiting for chaer get out of a relationship and you just so reminded me of her lol

YN : huh... so you never liked me..?

LEEHAN : read up hm? you have a pretty smart brain, put two and two together :)

YN : fuck you kim donghyun.

you blocked this contact.

oh. that felt like a hard pang in the heart... i couldn't tell any of them about this, all of them were close to leehan. they even wished for him to come back as soon as possible... i would just be ruining my own friendship.

"you look disturbed these days. what's up, angel?" taesan asked as he leaned against my locker, eyes glued to his screen as his fingers moved rapidly.

"i'm just... tired really..! rumors here and there... head girl council things." i lied, well kinda.

"i'm not dumb, angel. i can see right through you. what's wrong?" taesan asked again as he turned off his phone and placed it in his pocket.

"i forgot that you're literal leehan 2.0. i'll be fine, don't worry. let's go to class?" i joked as he nodded, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we walked to class.

oh yeah, taesan was always there for me. i always felt bad for him because i didn't even realise how much he liked me until the argument between leehan and i happened.

i had to find it out through yunah as well... she was taesan's wingwoman. i was always thankful for taesan but now that i knew his intentions behind his acts of kindness, i adored him.

he never gave up even tho i longed for leehan. that enough showed me how much he really likes me. he always helped me in classes, he talks with me about our problems.

"so what i'm hearing is.. leehan was playing with you?" taesan asked as i nodded slowly, tears running down my cheeks as he gave me tissues and tissues.

"what a bitch..." taesan cursed as a joke and i giggled, hitting his shoulder lightly.

"and gunwook.. was in it with chaer too. but i realised they didn't even have to plan anything because... leehan was already in love with chaer." i continued and eventually cried out loud.

taesan panicked and immediately rushed to my side on the bed, hugging my tightly as i cried on his leather jacket.

"that's what's been bothering me lately... i'm so... scared of love now." i hugged him tightly as he rubbed my back, "hey hey..." he said as he pulled away from the hug, holding me by my shoulders.

"that's part of love life, angel. you meet people who play with your feelings, people who love you as much as you love them, and just pure assholes. there are much more important things in life hm, angel? like that graduation and prom ceremony. i'll help you plan it out." taesan comforted as he wiped my tears away only for me to cry even more.

"now i've ruined your leather jacket...!" i cried out as he chuckled, "it's okay, it's okay..."

with the few days, taesan helped me cope very well surprisingly. he gave me new hobbies to try out, he brought me out on little dates, he even introduced me to his other friends and family members.

but despite all that, my schedule was still very packed with plannings. soon, prom was coming up and i had moka to run the confessions corner account once again.

"hey, angel. dinner at my mom's today?" taesan asked as i pouted, "i'm afraid not sanie... i have to complete my—"

"—your layout for prom? finished. your seating layouts? done. so! can we?" he asked with a tiny pout and a glint of happiness in his eyes.

i pinched his cheeks before giggling, "of course you big baby."

everytime we had dinner at taesan's, his parents would pamper. his father always went on work trips outside of korea and would always bring me souvenirs, big or small, it didn't matter to him.

his mother would always cook my favourite meals and make sure i eat alot. his siblings would always compliment me and make me play games with them on their playstation.

"ah eomma! you've embarrassed me enough..." taesan whined and covered his face as his parents chuckled, "your girlfriend— future girlfriend deserves to know all this!"

without a doubt, it was always fun at taesan's. his family members love me, and my family members love him. they treat him as their own child, always talking about marriage when he was over.

"thanks for tonight, sanie."

"no problem, angel. see you at prom tomorrow, i'll pick you up at six hm?" i nodded as he placed a short kiss on my forehead, making sure i got in the house before driving off.

prom! the one night where everyone could enjoy having their final days in highschool. i sighed as i opened my closet, looking through it to find my prom dress i had prepared.

that's until i found a mini box at the side of my closet, TO JUNG YN, FROM KIM LEEHAN. huh? when did this get here?

i took the box and sat down on my bed, opening it to find a corsage. a pink colour corsage.

TO JUNG YN ,

you probably would've expected the outcome of us... so i won't be there for prom but i want you to have the best night ever. i know taesan likes you... and he deserves you.

i wish you and taesan all the best. i'll forever love you jung yn. a pink corsage, a matching one with taesan.

thank you for your time the whole 3 years jung yn. :) goodbye forever.

i tried my best not to break down in tears, because i will not be redoing my makeup ever again. soon i received a text from taesan if i received a corsage from leehan and i replied him quickly because his next message was 'i'll be there in thirty'.

this is for you leehan taesan, i pick you. while changing i realised that you've never reminded me of leehan, you were yourself and that's what i love.

thank you taesan, for showing me what perseverance is.

"are you enjoying the party, girl??" yunah asked as moka danced alongside me. i pressed my lips into a thin line, shrugging as i gulped down another cup of fruit punch.

taesan and i arrived together but he was currently with his friends dancing in the middle. taesan and his friends have always been the popular group in school. they were all flirters especially jaehyun. he tried asking me for my number once with his so called, 'rizz' but thank god taesan stepped in.

taesan was never a flirter. he was more determined to get the girl he likes and never let her get out of sight.

"you're daydreaming again... please don't say it's about leehan..." moka whined as they took a seat beside me, leaving me in between them both.

"leehan isn't here anymore... yn. you know that." yunah reminded me as i nodded slowly.

"no, oh my god no! i was just thinking about taesan... like he's determined to get me... and i adore that." i explained as they 'ooh' at my response.

"can we get miss jung yn, head girl of 2024, on stage. calling for jung yn." the principal voiced out on stage as everyone turned to look for me, "i better get on stage first. first row, girls?" we giggled as they followed me and sat down first row with taesan and his friends.

i tapped on the mic, "hello... um wow this is new. a lot of you here..." i nervously spoke as everyone laughed and applauded for me to boost my confidence.

i looked down to my friends all holding a thumbs up sign, then made eye contact with taesan. i smiled as he mouthed, "you can do it, angel."

i let ou a small sigh of relief before continuing, "as head girl of batch 24', i've learnt a thing or two. holding onto the past won't do you any good in the future because you'll dwell on your past mistakes and be afraid to make new choices in life."

"secondly, i learnt that it's better to keep your circle small. the bigger the circle, the bigger problems. that doesn't mean that smaller circles have smaller problems, but it's unlikely to have any fueds or such."

"i would like to thank everyone... for being so supportive of me being head girl. i've enjoyed my time creating activities, spending time with my fellow students and just making the best out of everything."

"i would also like to... um... apologise. if i have ever made you upset, if i have ever made you angry. please forgive me if i have ever done anything to made you hurt." i bowed down to the crowd as they all retaliated, saying i didn't do anything wrong.

i giggled into the microphone, "lastly... the school and i have organised this event so that we could have our last moments together with friends and people we love. so please — take the dance floor, enjoy the buffet, do everything with your friends and loved ones. i think that's all from me... thank you, once again." i bowed to the crowd as everyone dispersed.

walking down from the stage, taesan appeared with a smile and a hand. "good job, angel." i chuckled and took his hand, hugging him as i finally reached the bottom.

as soon as i sat back down, the center floor was suddenly emptied out. taesan’s friends, jaehyun sungho, and riwoo all danced in the centre facing me. my eyes widened as i lifted my eyebrows, turning around to see nobody behind me at all.

“oh my darling..” i heard taesan’s voice as he emerged from the three. he sang the song as if his life depended on it, the closer he came to me, the faster the song ended.

“i love you.” my jaw dropped as he passed my a bouquet of flowers.

“will you be my angel?”

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hhs' notes ! ── .✦ whaaat a lengthy chapter !! i'm so sorry if this was a terrible chapter (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) i cried a little writing this hehe ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! but it's finally , the end !! how do we feel ? i originally wanted to make it seem like leehan was gone gone , but i just couldn't do it >ᴗ<

anyway my luvies...! i hope you enjoyed this smau and this final chapter huhu (,,>﹏<,,) i hope it's not too confusing !! i loved making this smau , each and every chapter •⩊• and i would like to thank everyone for liking, loving, and supporting this smau !! i love all of you and i'll see you in my next smau !! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[madseance]

I feel like we just blew right past how Nina and Maggie's story wrapped with them saying: we love each other, but it's not the right time for us to be together. It's neither of our fault. It's not a failing on Nina's part that she still needs to work through how her last relationship ended, and heal from it, and come into her own again, before she can think about being with another person. Sometimes love means waiting. Sometimes love means having faith that the other person will wait. ("There's no guarantee that Maggie will be there." "There is.")

Aziraphale and Crowley have a similar problem, but because (as Nina and Maggie point out) they "don't talk to each other," they don't realise it and they aren't able to deal with it constructively and healthily. They think that not being in the same place means they have to part ways entirely, and that I can't give you what you want just now means I never will.

And Aziraphale isn't as far along in his journey as Nina is. Nina's toxic ex dumped her; Aziraphale's asked him to come back. They're not following the same timeline; it's not a blueprint. But it is an imperfect reflection of those aspects of Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship, as much as Gabriel/Beelzebub reflected others (your relationship being considered taboo/unnatural, needing to separate from your toxic relationships to find happiness in your chosen ones). The similarities make the differences stand out, and highlight exactly what Aziraphale and Crowley will have to deal with in order to earn their own happy ending.

[satureja13]

New Chapter!

It's already the Boys' last day at Batuu. They are trying to catch a shuttle to the orbit soon, where Great 'A'Tuin waits. So they can celebrate Winterfest together with the Little Ones.

Poor Jack, Vlad and Ji Ho didn't get to see a lot from Batuu since they'd been 'indisposed' after they'd gotten arrested. So they split up for a second tour. Jack looked longingly at the Millennium Falcon: "Even though it had been traumatic down in the cell block, I don't want to leave..." Kiyoshi: "You can be so proud of yourself. How you handled being locked up. I was so worried I thought I'd faint too. I hope Sai will change his mind about disabling Tiny Can. He helped us a lot." Jack: "It's also thanks to you I survived it. Having you by my side again." Kiyoshi: "I hope one day you can fully accept me again - and I can make it up to you. For all the times I'd let you down and failed you." Jack sighed: "You didn't fail me - I can see that now. It's not your fault I'm a mess. Neither your responsibility. We might be fated mates, but I don't want to burden you. I'm a lot. I know that." And Kiyoshi knows he can't change Jack's mind and how he feels about them, they'd already discussed this. And he doesn't want to taint their last day here with heavy discusions, so he just said: "We will find our way, hm?" Jack: "We will."

Jeb and Sai passed by a little apartment complex and even though Jeb is not a Star Wars fan, he is amazed by the architecture here. And the vibes. He wishes he could live in one of those little apartments, together with Saiwa. But he also knows Saiwa needs his own place. Jeb still doesn't know how to continue their relationship and in which way they should go with their so different needs. Jeb wants Sai close but he can't woohoo him and Sai wants to woohoo him and needs his distance...

Seems Sai has the same thoughts as sad as he looks... Jeb: "We will find our way, hm?" Sai: "We will." Jeb is right. They just brought peace to Batuu by just sitting in jail, half of them not even conscious... They will manage this too. Soon they will be on board of Great A'Tuin again. And after they celebrated Winterfest, they will start their search for Tiny Can and the meteorites... and face whatever else awaits them out here. Lots of time to figure them out. Sai deeply inhaled Jeb's scent. He feels so save in his arms.

Ji Ho found another venue of the 'Escape from Batuu' book. The place where Val and Jino kissed before their escape.

Ji Ho: "Ehm..."

Courtesy of their dizzyness from the stun and shutdown, for once Vlad didn't overthink it and just went with the vibe - with a little kick from their Bond... And the guy in the background was lucky he got a glimpse of a Val and Jino moment :3

A few hours later, they all met at the Cantina. And while Vlad coaxed Jeb, Kiyoshi and Ji Ho to play Sabacc at a real Sabacc table, Sai and Jeb have a few questions for Hondo before they leave. Saiwa: "You told us the Book is fanfiction, but everything turned out as true..." Hondo: "What? That would be... Let me see." Jack showed him his copy again.

Hondo took a closer look this time. Hondo: "Huh, you're right! Jino and Master Ren, Val kidnapping Jino, you causing trouble in the whole galaxy... To be honest, I've never seen this book. Thought you were talking about the other books about you!" Jack: "The other books?" Hondo: "The lewd ones?" Saiwa lowered his voice: "There are lewd ones? About Val and Jino?" Hondo laughed: "Don't tell me you never heard of them? We really thought you'd written them yourselves! They're not just about Val and Jino. About Jino and Master Ren. Colin and Val... Any combination you can imagine. They are legendary! Everyone reads them!"

Jack is about to faint. A lewd book about Colin and Val? = Kiyoshi and Vlad! Had he and Kiyoshi not been together in that timeline? Saiwa's head is spinning - he doesn't even want to ask, but he needs to know. So with a thin voice he asked: "About me too?" Hondo: "Sure! We've all seen your laced panties!" Saiwa squealed: "There are even pictures?" Hondo: "That's the main reason we thought you wrote them yourself. Who else could have made those photos?" Ok, now Sai just wants to die from embarrassment, right here and now. And if Colin and Val were a ship in these books, in which ship was he? Whom did he show his laced panties? From the Sabacc table, Val shouted: "Hey, what are you talking about?" Jack and Sai: "NOTHING!"

As if on cue, the Little Goats and Kumo manifested. Until yesterday, they'd thought Batuu was boring and rather stayed at the ship with Skully, Malfoy and Axl, the axolotl. But they's secretly followed the Boys today. Watching Jino and Vlad kiss had been the highlight of the day - until now. It seems they found a little flea market stand.

Vendor: "How can I help you, guys?" Little Goat: 'Tell him we are looking for some very special books.'

Little Goat 'nudged' the Vendor's shin with his spiky horns and nodded his little head towards the book stacks... Vendor: "Oh - I see! Let me show you."

TMI: When I started the last chapter I was having a hard time deciding between 'Piglets is Space' and 'Goats in Space'. And now, that this space stuff expands, I'll divide it into two chapters - and i can have both! :3

'One, two, three, four

Are you hanging up a stocking on your wall? It's the time that every Santa has a ball Does he ride a red-nosed reindeer? Does it ton-up on his sleigh? Do the fairies keep him sober for a day?

So here it is, Merry Christmas Everybody's having fun Look to the future now It's only just begun'

Slade – Merry Xmas Everybody

From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest

'Piglets in Space Chapter': starts ▶️ here Last Chapter: 'Here comes the Sun' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-29

[heavyhitterheaux]

One of the girls starting their period and jack is the only parent home

The triplets were supposed to be doing their homework while Jack was deciding what they would do for dinner. You were currently with Maggie and having a girls day while Jack stayed home with all the kids.

Just then he heard a blood curdling scream from upstairs which startled him and soon after he heard the voice of his oldest daughter.

"DADDY!!! HELP!!"

Jack took the steps two at a time and when he got to the top of the stairs saw Autumn holding a band-aid in her hand.

"What's the band-aid for and where's your sister?"

Autumn simply pointed to the bathroom before responding.

"She said she was bleeding but won't open the door."

"DAD! THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE!"

"Where is it coming from? Did you cut yourself with something?"

"NO!"

"Ivy, bubs, I can't help if I don't know what's going on."

"I…. Umm… I need mommy for this."

Just then Jack had a realization.

"Oh fuck." He said quietly but Autumn still heard him.

"DADDY! YOU CUSSED AND I'M TELLING MOMMY!" Autumn yelled as he rolled his eyes.

"Autumn, not now!"

"Now would be a great time to call your wife who I know is my mother."

"I can handle this."

"How can you handle a period when you're a boy like Axel?"

"What I do now?" Axel asked while coming out of his bedroom.

"Nothing, Ax. Autumn being extra as usual. And Autumn obviously you can't either since you want to be handing out band-aids."

Axel simply shrugged before going back in his room.

"Well I thought it was a good idea at the time and I thought it was a cut. It's your fault that we're girls anyway. The dads determine the gender."

"Make yourself useful and go get the pads and tampons from under our sink."

"Me telling you to call mommy was me being useful. We need the expert and not the amateur."

"Are you and daddy just going to argue or help me?" Ivy said while letting out a defeated sigh.

"We're coming, Ivy. Hold on." Jack answered as Autumn did what she was told.

He then heard the front door open and Clay's voice.

"JACK!"

"UP HERE!"

Clay took the steps two at a time before he heard Ivy's voice.

"UNCLE CLAY I'M DYING AND NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE!"

"What the? What the hell is going on?" He asked while looking over at his older brother.

"She got her period and her mother is with our mother."

"Yeah, about that. I went to go check on them since neither one of them is answering their phones and both of them are drunk off their asses. All I saw was Y/N thanking her for giving birth to the best husband that she could ask for and then that led to them both crying saying how proud they were of you. So you’re on your own with this one."

"Hmm sounds about right. AUTUMN IT DOES NOT TAKE THIS LONG AND YOU BETTER NOT BE IN MY WALLET AGAIN!"

"CAN I HAVE TEN DOLLARS?" Jack heard her yell and he simply sighed.

"NO! YOU JUST GOT YOUR ALLOWANCE YESTERDAY!"

"BUT IT'S GONE!"

"SOUNDS LIKE A PERSONAL PROBLEM NOW GET BACK HERE AND BRING WHAT I ASKED YOU TO!"

"I…. It's like seeing your wife grow up all over again." Clay said before laughing while all Jack did was shake his head.

"I can't even imagine how she's going to be as a teenager."

A few hours later, Jack had finally put out the multiple fires surrounding your children when you had walked through the front door and greeted him.

"Husbandddd!"

"Oh goodness. Yes, baby? Did you have fun?" Jack asked while leaning down to kiss you.

"Yes, all we did was talk about you and Clay the entire time with the occasional mention of our children. I took a nap in your old room and slept some of it off but I definitely need another one."

"Well your oldest thought she was dying earlier."

"Why!? What's wrong with my baby?!" You asked as the two of you were now in the kitchen as you opened the fridge to find a bottle of water.

"She got her period, but I handled it. Even with the side comments from Autumn."

"So, she's okay? And you should already know Autumn and how she is." You answered while trying not to laugh.

"She's fine. Finally got her to calm down and helped her. I gave her a crash course so you might have to brush up on some things. I thought she was going to jump out the window when I told her it would happen every month."

"Not going to lie, I had the same reaction too."

"I just pray all of you don't have your cycle at the same time every month." Jack said while running through different scenarios in his head.

All the chocolate, hot chips, sprite, cupcakes, and care packages he would have to make.

"Baby? Didn't Clay tell you I was crying and drunk off my ass earlier?"

"Yes, why?"

"It's the seventh of the month."

Jack did a double take and looked at you in disbelief.

"Lord, help me."

[shichey97]

Meet Me At Our Spot

Older!Steddie, Mentions of homophobia, mental abuse, and arranged marriage. Death of Uncle Wayne.

Eddie hadn't seen Steve since the younger man turned 21. That was 20 years ago and he hadn't looked back after the guy called him in tears saying they couldn't see each other anymore. Eddie had been hurt and had reacted to the news the only way he new how to. He ran away from Hawkins and Steve. Now he's back in Hawkins for his uncle's funeral and he finds the kids still there and Dustin hands him a polaroid that says "meet me at our spot" on it. That's how he ends up sitting in the bed of his uncle wayne's truck with none other than the man who broke his heart. Neither had said anything for a little bit, but Eddie sighs, "What do you want, Steve? Last I heard you were married with a daughter."

"I was married and I do have a daughter." he confirms, "My father forced me to marry Ashley. He was told about us by a friend who saw us together and he flew home." he looks down at his hands. "He made me break up with you...I didn't want to, but I do want to explain to you why I left. Why I broke your heart."

"Forced you? How'd he force you to do anything when I told you we could leave." Eddie asks pulling off his tie and setting it beside him.He was exhausted and just wanted peace and quiet. He doesn't even know why he showed up here in the first place. He chose to ignore the voice that said it's cause he missed Steve.

"He would hit me when he thought I was doing something to disgrace the Harrington name. Which was most of the time. He found out about us and he hit and hit and hit and it didn't stop until I agreed to break up with you. Eddie...I never wanted to leave you. I love you why would I leave unless I had to?" he asks looking at him. "We could've ran away. I told you I wanted out of here. I would've had no problem leaving here." He mutters and watches the ground. He could feel Steve staring at him. Drinking in the 43 years he had on him. The slightly greying hair at his temples, the still messy curls that were down past his shoulders now. He had a gene in his family that made them go grey prematurely so that's what he was dealing with.

"He threatened to hurt you guys too, Eddie." Steve says shaking his head, "I wouldn't do that to you and Wayne...I tried to find you, but Wayne said he didn't know where you were so I dropped it." he says softly.

"I could've taken care of myself, Steve." He sighs. "I appreciate you explaining yourself to me. I...hope you're happy in life, Stevie." He says softly as he looks at his shoes and sighs. He feels an overwhelming sense of loss. More than he should for an uncle. Maybe he should've called more of came home to visit. He felt guilty that he hadn't seen Wayne as much as he should have and now this, knowing why Steve broke up with him, made it worse.

"I am. Alexis is going to college soon, I'm by myself again, life is...good." he says softly though his tone said he wanted to say something else, but chose not to.

"Sounds...empty now." Eddie says still looking down at the ground. He couldn't bring himself to look at Steve right then. He just couldn't look at him because if he did he'd lose the tight grip on the ache in his chest.

"Yeah...It's been empty for 20 years though." he says softly looking up at the sky, "I'm really sorry about Wayne." "It's not your fault. He lived a good life..he was happy." he says as leans back on his hand to pull a cigarette out of the pocket of the suit he wore. Something he only wore on sad occasions. He wouldn't wear a suit to happy occasions because of it.

"I know. He was there for Alexis and me after Ashley took off." he says softly and sighed. "Eddie I..." he starts before he sighs. "I want another chance to love you. If you can't I understand, but please give me one chance." he says looking at him again. Eddie bristled under the weight of his eyes and hangs his head, "Steve...I'm only here for week." he says quietly.

"Let me take you out for dinner in that weer. Just once and if there's no spark then I'll let you go again." He says looking at him. Eddie finally looks at him and searches his face before he nods, "ok. One date." he agrees and has to fight back a smile when Steve smiles really wide and hugs him. He gets a one armed hug back before Eddie is pulling away. He wants to say he knows the spark is gone, but the hug felt like coming home so there's no way it was.

Both men were hopeful for their future

[jenniferjareauwife]

It's Just Hard

pairing: jennifer jareau x cowgirl fem reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: symptoms of depression

word count: 781

summary: you've been feeling down and can't seem to get a hold of your long distance girlfriend and can't talk to her about how you're feeling until she comes to visit

I threw my phone across the room after JJ declined my call again with a short text.

Honey 🍯- Sorry babe. Busy with a case

I pulled my knees up to my chest and tugged at my braid. This wasn't fair. I knew it wasn't her fault that she was so busy with cases but I needed her. I didn't mean to but I broke down crying. All I needed was someone to talk to but I didn't have anyone.

A few days later I texted her late at night, not being able to sleep due to my racing mind.

texas hold 'em 🤠- hey. you up

Honey 🍯- Yeah. Why? What's up?

texas hold 'em 🤠- can't sleep

Honey 🍯- I'm sorry

Honey 🍯- Anything I can do to help?

texas hold 'em 🤠- r u still coming saturday

Honey 🍯- Of course

Honey 🍯- Babe what's wrong?

I wanted to tell her I just needed someone to talk to but I didn't have the guts to. I had never been good at saying what I needed, especially when it came to mental health.

texas hold 'em 🤠- nothing

Honey 🍯- You're sure?

texas hold 'em 🤠- yeah

Honey 🍯- Ok. Well I'm going to sleep, ok?

texas hold 'em 🤠- ok

texas hold 'em 🤠- goodnight i love you

Honey 🍯- I love you too :)

I fell asleep, imagining that she was right next to me.

I picked her up at the airport two days later, hugging her so tight neither of us could breathe. "Baby- too tight." I loosened my grip with a frown but didn't let her see it.

"Sorry."

"It's ok." She put her arm over my shoulders as we made our way to my car. She noticed I was a bit quiet. "Hey...you ok?"

"Yeah. Fine." I cleared my throat and leaned into her a bit more. I could tell she didn't buy it. She was a profiler after all.

She waited until we were home to ask again. We were cuddled up on the couch and she wanted to get up to find the remote but I really just needed hugs from her right now. "Y/n. Are you ok?" The sincerity in her tone made me a bit nervous.

"I..."

"Baby if somethings wrong I need you to tell me, ok? I don't like it when you don't tell me this stuff." She rubbed my thigh slowly, her face mere inches from mine. I leaned forward and tucked my head into her neck, hugging her tightly. She was quick to hug me back.

"It's just hard." I mumbled.

"What's hard?"

"I've just been...really sad recently I guess." I could barely hear myself.

"Sad about what?"

"I don't even know. Just sad."

"Like depressed sad or just sad?"

"I don't know the difference." I snuggled into her even more, wanting to be as close as possible to her. "It's hard to get out of bed though...cause I don't wanna do anything."

"Oh baby...why didn't you tell me earlier my love, I would've come down here earlier."

"Cause you were so busy and I didn't want to bother you."

"You can never bother me hon." I realized she was twisting my hair into a braid as she spoke. I sighed, looking up at her.

"I've never really told anyone about my feelings, you know? I guess I didn't think you'd care."

"I care. I always care. Even cowgirls have feelings, y'know?" I giggled at her joke, tucking my face in her neck again.

"Yeah...I have feelings."

"And it's ok for you to talk about them, I encourage it, ok?" I nodded, knowing she wanted an answer.

"Can we go to bed?" I asked quietly. "I really want to cuddle...properly."

"Does cuddling help you?" She asked, picking me up and taking me to my bedroom.

"Mhm." I got on top of her, using her as my own personal mattress, making her giggle. I had made it known from the start of our relationship that I really liked physical touch, but only with certain people.

"I want you to tell me whenever you're feeling like this, ok? I wanna be here for you." She lightly ran her fingertips up and down my back, kissing my temple as she mumbled her words against my skin. "I don't like to see you sad."

"Well I don't like being sad." She sighed and wrapped her arms around me. "You make it better though."

"I do?" I felt her smile against my temple.

"Mhm."

"I'm glad."

"Thanks for...being here...letting me talk to you. I needed it."

"Of course my love. Anytime."

"I love you...so much."

"I love you so much more."

[lucy90712]

Could you write something with Pedri? 🥺 Pedri and the reader had a relationship in the past, but counts on Pedri's mistakes they ended up separating. One night they meet in a nightclub and Pedri is jealous of her with another. So he tries reconcillation

WC: 2.0k

Pedri's POV

Breakups are never fun and most of the time they hurt but usually after a while you move on and find someone new or at least normal people do. However nearly two years on and I still haven't got over y/n. The worst part about it all is that I broke up with her so my pain is all my own fault. The two of us began dating not long after I moved to Barcelona and for a few months things were great we did everything together and I was truly falling for her. At some point things changed and we started fighting a lot about stupid things really but the fights were so constant that after a while it was clear neither of us were happy so I ended things. We were both so young that staying in an unhappy relationship didn't seem worth it but now I wish we just worked through things and grew together. 

Right after the break up I missed her a lot as she was always by my side supporting me and although over the last two years this has faded sometimes I still wish she was by my side during the big moments. Going to the World Cup all I could think about was how I wished she was there to experience it all with me as we had talked about me one day hopefully making it to a World Cup while we were together. So many little things still hurt me more than I ever thought they would even all this time later. My biggest regret up to this point is definitely letting her go as she was my world and now without her I don't feel whole. 

Occasionally I still look at her Instagram as we still follow each other but with the amount of people I follow it's hard to see her pictures on my feed. Over the years she has had a few different boyfriends while I haven't been with anyone else since as no one could ever compare to her. Seeing her with other guys isn't what hurts the most though it's seeing her so happy without me that kills me every time I look at her Instagram. She always seems to be having fun with her friends and smiling, genuinely smiling too which is something I took for granted during our time together. It's torture watching her enjoy her life without me but I can't stop myself as I have to know how she is and what's she's doing even though she isn't mine anymore. 

My friends are always trying to set me up with other girls which has never worked out but they keep pushing and I already know that tonight will end up the same. Like always we will go out and they will find a girl who they think would be good for me and inevitably I won’t like her and we will go round in circles. Despite that I'm still going to go with them as we are supposed to be celebrating the end of the season and I don't want to miss out on that.

On the way to the club I picked up Gavi and as we arrived a few of the other guys arrived at the same time so we all walked in together and met with everyone else who was going. We all sat down and tried to talk for a while and I actually started to enjoy myself as I was just left alone and not forced to talk to anyone even though there was a lot of pretty girls in the club. At some point a few of the guys disappeared to go get drinks or go and talk with a group of girls but I stayed put and enjoyed my own evening celebrating with the guys that already have girlfriends. For once I was actually enjoying a night out as my mind wasn't always thinking about y/n and the stupid mistakes I made which led to me losing the girl of my dreams forever. 

My nice enjoyable night out didn't last much longer as it was ruined by Gavi coming back over laughing and getting me to look at some of the guys who were attempting to flirt with a group of girls. He clearly wasn't interested in any of them but Ansu, Balde, Ferran and Eric clearly were as even from a distance it was obvious they were trying to get these girls attention. I must admit it was funny to see them so desperate for these girl's attention even though on a normal day a few girls will willingly give them their numbers. It quickly turned to not being so funny anymore when I caught a glimpse of the girl Alejandro was flirting with. Straight away she looked familiar and then I saw that smile, a smile I could identify from a mile away. He was flirting with y/n and of course he didn't know that as I try not to bring her up too much as it hurts to talk about my mistakes but it hurts even more seeing someone else flirt with her right in front of my eyes especially one of my teammates. 

"Are you ok man?" Gavi asked 

"Umm yeah I'm good" I lied 

"Ok I know that's not true somethings bothering you just tell me what's up" he said 

"Ale's flirting with y/n" I stated simply 

"Who's that?" He asked 

"She's the girl I've mentioned that I dated when I was younger we broke up but I've regretted it ever since, she's the reason you guys can never get me to go on a date with another girl" I explained 

"Oh if I'd have known I would've stopped him flirting with her" he said 

"It's ok it was a few years ago I should really move on" I said 

"No if you still love her you should try and talk to her you never know she could still have feelings for you come on you are getting your girl back" he demanded 

Your POV

Usually on girls nights I will let loose a bit more and forget about everything going in in my life but tonight that's been harder than it usually is. For the last few days all I've seen is my ex boyfriends face plastered everywhere because his team just won la liga. For some this might be a bit annoying but they would get over it for me it's just painful. We didn't have the best end to our relationship as we just kind of gave up on each other after we went through a rough patch with fighting all the time and that's when Pedri ended things. To this day I still wish we had just been less stubborn and actually talked to each other so we could work through our issues but it's too late now. Seeing Pedri's face everywhere living his best life is what's been difficult this last week as my life has been tough. I just started a new and very stressful job and recently lost a family member and all I want to do is share my worries with Pedri like I always did when we were together. 

In an attempt to cheer myself up I've found myself letting this guy flirt with me and maybe flirting back a little. I mean I've had a few boyfriends since Pedri and I broke up but none of those relationships lasted very long as the guys either cheated on me or I got over them pretty quickly. This guy however seemed pretty nice he looked a little familiar but with the lighting in the club coupled with having drunk a bit I couldn't work out where I knew him from. As he was nice enough I didn't worry about where I knew him from as let's be honest after tonight I'm not going to see him again so why not have a bit of fun. The guy quickly told me his name was Alejandro and asked if he could buy me a drink which I couldn't say no to so we went to the bar together to get some drinks and kept chatting. I must say Alejandro was very charming but I'm not stupid I know what he really wants but for tonight I'm willing to play along as it's a bit of fun and I need more of that in my life. 

I was enjoying myself as Alejandro put a hand on my waist and pulled me a bit closer until it gave me a view over his shoulder. Straight away I locked eyes with Pedri who was coming towards me from across the room and I just panicked. I pulled away from Alejandro instantly and tried to get away not wanting to face reality but a hand grabbed mine to stop me getting too far. I didn't even need to look to know that it was Pedri's hand in mine as our hands fit together so perfectly just like they used to when we were together. As he pulled me back towards him I could smell his cologne which brought me right back to the date nights we used to have together when we would get dressed up even if it was just to go to McDonald's as we didn't have a care in the world. He continued to pull me away from the crowd as we headed towards the door and out the back of the club where there was no one else was around. 

"As much as it's nice to see you again I have to know why do we have to talk out here?" I questioned lightheartedly 

"Because I want to have a proper conversation" he said 

"So um how have you been?" He asked 

"I won't lie I could be better life's tough at the moment but I'm getting through it what about you you must be thrilled to have won the league" I said 

"Yeah it was cool but I'm going to be completely honest I kind of wish you were there to celebrate it with me" he admitted 

For a few seconds I couldn't believe what he just said. He missed me too. This whole time if we'd have just talked to each other the endless pain could've been prevented. My head was spinning with so many thoughts but I knew I needed to say something before Pedri got worried. 

"Do you miss me" was all I managed to say 

"Yeah I do I miss you constantly I always wish that we never broke up you were the one for me and I ruined it" he said 

"I miss you too nothing has been the same without you" I admitted 

"I don't want to take things too quickly and ruin them again but would you like to give things another go this time we will communicate better and work through any problems I just can't go on in life without you" Pedri said 

"I'd love to try this again with a clean slate" I said 

Both of us were beaming as we walked back into the club hand in hand. We both said goodbye to our friends before heading out of the club so that Pedri could drive me home. Neither of us needed to be out any more as we already got more than we could have ever wished for when leaving the house this evening. When we arrived back at my place together instinctively our lips found each other and we shared our first kiss in nearly two years but it was just as magical as our first if not even better as we are no longer awkward teenagers. As we want to take things slowly and do them right this time we didn't go any further but as he left Pedri promised me a second first date which only made me more excited for what's to come from our reunion. 

[soraviie]

━ type: Taehyung x gn! reader   ━ navigation

━ about: basically Tae has confessed to the reader but they're cautious of getting into relationship, argument ensues

"Just be careful not to fall," you advise Taehyung quietly, examining his movements and whether or not you'll have to act as a quasi superhero this night. But he's not much taken aback by the sound of your voice or indeed your appearance on the rooftop. Almost as though he was expecting it.

"I won't," he bids back just as serenely and you wait for a continuation that doesn't come. For a while there's just this — you, Taehyung and a restless city below, all wrapped together by a bow of silence.

"I knew you'd look for me," he suddenly hums, beginning to swing his legs idly by. The soles of his shoes hit the back of the yellow wall with a rythmic thud and for the longest while it's the only sound shared.

"What are you even doing here?"

"I'm just thinking or maybe not thinking? I don't know," he sighs, craning to cast his gaze the city skyline. It's frighteningly empty — his stare. "Just had to get away."

You give his answer a hum, mostly just to show that you were listening in spite of having nothing to reply. It's a thing you find yourself doing often with Taehyung, now more than ever.

"May I just ask?" suddenly, he utters, legs swinging faster by. The urgency and the rush of his tone belts out the question before it's even verbalized and you wish you wouldn't have come to this rooftop. That's the thing you don't want to but at the same time you couldn't imagine yourself being anywhere else as an unpleasant as it is to share this space with him and more importantly sharing this conversation.

"Please, don't start this again," you groan but Taehyung's not dettered. He never is.

"Why did you say no? Was it the novelty of rejecting Kim Taehyung?"

You lift your face away from the relative safe heaven of your palms and regard him with a bitter glare.

"You think of me so little?" you hiss. "As to presume I'd do so just to what? Be different?"

"Then why—"

"You know why."

"Still I'd like to hear it."

For an outsider the moment in which you glower at each other would seem like a minute, a miniscule, trivial thing that comes and goes as easy as a sand on a beach but for you, for a very much involved insider, it's an eternity. The curve of his jaw is harsh, obstinate. His stubborness is second only to your own but even so as much as he loves you, you know you and all the shifts and gears that make your own brain tick.

"I'm not ready," irately, he twists his head away, most likely expecting such an answer. "You sprung this on me too fast."

"So it's my fault?"

"It's no one's fault! Neither me or you are good or bad, it's just—!" something ungainly and exasparated bubbles up our throat. This is not the night for that, this random ass rooftop is definitely not the place for that so you just swallow it all down.

"It is what it is."

You halfway expect for Taehyung to fight you on this one, to continue the mindless circling you did around each other but unexpectedly, he simply sags onto the ledge, breathing another wistful sigh that quickly evaporates into the cool, glowing air.

"I know," he drags sadly. "But do you ever...do you ever wonder whether you're so busy thinking about your feelings that you don't allow yourself to feel them?"

You suck in a breath through your teeth, almost failing to contain a bout of wry laughter.

"I hate it when you read me to filth," you shake your head. Taehyung smiles but it's empty. You can't say you enjoy the sight of it.

"It's uncomfortable to be seen, right? I felt the same when we first met," once again you have nothing good to say, nothing but a quiet, mute pang bouncing in your chest before crashing all the way into your lower stomach. "So just let me know—"

"I will. Soon," you promise and Tae nods sadly along.

You swing on your heels for a bit. It's cold but he doesn't seem to mind it.

"I'm going back tomorrow morning. What about you?"

Taehyung waves his hand with a tired wrinkle already forming in the space between his eyebrows.

"Oh, I'm here until Tuesday. Got this dinnner planned. It'll be really boring, probably."

"Right."

The air lacks the tension that has built over these last months, it's nice, easy but at the same time a little hollow. You know it and he knows it.

Heading back into the party, Taehyung speaks up once more, continuing to swing his legs around as the world glimmers behind.

"See you back in Seoul."

"Yeah."

[talesfromawannabewriter]

The babysitter

It was quiet in the castle’s garden, bioluminescent flowers blooming under the makeshift moon of Hell. Most of the creatures residing there fast asleep. On a granite bench sat the royal couple as they were trapped in a locked gaze neither daring to pull apart. Their hands intertwined with one another. Slowly Adam bent his down with closed eyes and puckered lips. Lucifer followed the steps, but just as they were inches away from each other’s lips the sound of a window shattering caused the two to look away and towards the origin of it. Two young but loud voices could be heard from the other side of the window “Nice going Able you busted another one!” “It wasn’t my fault Cain! You threw the ball too fast!” Adam rolled his eyes as their boys continued their little squabble. Lucifer only chuckled and shook his head, “boys will be boys, now where were we?” They tried to kiss again only to hear yet another fight again. “You’re dead you tiny pipsqueak!” “Not if I tell mama on you first!” Adam sighed feeling a migraine coming on, he tuned away from his husband and put his head in his hands. “Two boys, one house…so much breakable expensive furniture. What are we going to do?” Lucifer frowned putting an arm around his husband’s waist drawing him into his lap.

“My love I’m actually becoming more concerned with you at the moment, I think the stress of our boys is finally getting to you. I haven’t even seen you write any music in over a month due to their incessant squabbles.” Adam placed a hand on Lucifer’s cheek and gave him a small smile. “It’s ok sweetheart, my music can wait as their mother it’s my job to look after them first and utmost.” “But you are also my queen, and it is MY job to make you and our family comfortable to give you anything you want and more than you could ever need. So I will find a way to correct this behavior.” A loud crash came from inside the manor as the door that led to the garden ripped open revealing two disheveled children. “Mom before he says anything to you,” “Mama look what Cain did to me”

“ITS HIS FAULT!!!” The toy boys said pointing at the other I’m blame. —

Deep within Lucifer’s workshop the demon king is hard at work with his latest creations. With one final button sewn into place Lucifer was finished. Gently he pricked one of his fingers with his sharp fangs and let one drop of golden blood fall onto each of the dolls. He placed the dolls on his desk and watched with silent joy as the dolls were suddenly brought to life. Now though they weren’t so little anymore as they stood up. Just then the doors to his office opened up and Adam came in holding two bickering demon boys under both his arms and looking completely done with the both of them. “Ah right on time my queen.”

“Ok, what is it that you wanted to show us? Because if this is one of your latest toys, I really don’t think I want to do this right now." Adam groused, Lucifer chuckled and stepped forward both hands behind his back holding on to something, or somethings in this case. Adam put the now quiet brothers down as they both were now interested in what their father had for them. "Ok boys close your eyes and when I count to three open them." The princes did as they were told.

"One, two, THREE!" When they opened their eyes, they gasped in amazement at the sight of the two new demons in front of them. Both had little tuxes on with red fur while one had a lighter shade to it. "These little guys my sweet boys are your new friends. They're here to play with you, watch over you when your mama and I can't, to help keep you out of trouble, and also distracting you from the other." Lucifer said muttering to himself on that last part.

With that he brought the little demons closer to his boys and watched in glee as they each chose a demon. Abel chose the one with darker shade in fur while his brother chose the one with goatlike eyes. With that they both took off wanting to play with their new friends. Adam looked immediately relieved as he slouched. He had been dealing with the boys all morning and they had absolutely drained him. The first man yelped as Lucifer took him into his arms and dipped him.

"Now then my love, I believe you and I have a date."

[nidianddeepspace]

The Tale of the Hoodie Thief

❥ Xavier x OC ❥ An OC remembering loving moments with the Star Baby ❥ stealing your beloved's hoodie, wearing it because it smells like them, FLUFF FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF ❥ College/University AU, the (my) MC and Xavier as University Students

Hoodies - an essential part of anyone's wardrobe and doubly so for the college student that chooses comfort over everything else. It's a simple garment - you just throw it on, decide if you want to wear the hood or not, and bask in the warm comfort of the fabric before going on with the rest of your day.

I am no stranger to hoodies. Back then, half my closet was filled with them, a range of colors and styles that were sure to impress any and all comfort-focused fashionistas. But there was one particular hoodie I loved more than the others - a pink cashmere hoodie my auntie gifted me last Christmas. I didn't wear it very often, but when I did, I felt like I was the walking epitome of luxury loungewear elegance. Now granted, I didn't know if that was an actual thing, but I didn't care either. I felt what I felt.

So when I realized that it was missing the afternoon I was suppose to hang out with you for a bit, I was exasperated and heartbroken. No matter how many times I rummaged through my closet, I just couldn't find it. I was so upset that my room, usually very neat with everything in it's place, resembled the aftermath of a fashion explosion. I want to curl up into a tiny ball and cry 'til I had no more tears. If I had plans to meet up with anyone else, I would have ghosted them due to my grief. But since it was you, I pressed on.

If there was anyone who could comfort me about my missing hoodie, Xavier, it was you.

As I walked to your dorm, trying to keep it together, it began to rain. But I wasn't about to let some water further ruin my day - I was prepared. As I opened up my umbrella, I started thinking about that night we got caught in a rainstorm on the way home from the arcade. Our good time was washed away by the relentless downpour which neither of us were ready for.

"This is BS! I'm so sorry, Xavier." We rushed through the streets as fast as we could, pelted my the largest droplets of rain I'd ever seen. "At this rate, the both of us are going to get sick."

"It's okay, your dorm isn't that far."

"Yeah, but we're already drenched as it is. This is my fault, I should have checked the weather before we left."

"Don't worry about it, it's fine." Even in the middle of a thunderstorm, you were still so calm and collected. "Try not to worry too much."

Soon, we were rushing into my dorm room, huddling up together to keep warm. You sprung into action, grabbing towels from my closet, helping me to dry off. The rain hadn't washed away the scent of your cologne, and I could smell that faint scent of the forest and the musk as you used one towel to dry off my hair and shoulders. If you wanted to, you could have heard my heart fluttering, so painfully aware of how close we were.

"Y-You don't have to do this," I stammered, looking away. I hoped you didn't see the crimson spreading across my face. "Besides, you need to get that hoodie off you. I wonder if any of the dryers on my floor are free."

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."

"Too late for that." I'm always worried about you. I care about you so much, can't you see that? I didn't dare say those words aloud. "Anyway, aren't you afraid of getting sick. We have that big test next week."

"if I get sick, I just won't go to class. I can study on my own and if I ask you nicely, you're share your notes with me, right?"

"Well yes, but..."

"Then I've got it covered. So please, don't worry." He smiled as he finished dry my hair, tossing the towel side. "I don't like it when you worry."

"Ah...well, you can stay here until it stops raining. In the mean time, at take off your hoodie and grab one of mine from the closet."

You arched an eyebrow. "One of your hoodies? Would they even fit me?"

"Don't look at me like that, of course they will fit you. Most, if not all my hoodies are oversized. Just pick one and give it back to me later. I'll go see if I can wash and dry your hoodie, hopefully the machines are free."

I came to a complete stop just steps away from your door. It was all coming back to me - you'd left before I'd had a chance to see what hoodie you chose. You sent me a text letting know you were really tired so you had to go. I thought nothing of it at the time. I washed and dried your hoodie, I gave it back to you a few days later, and we went back to the arcade the following weekend.

Realization hit me like a freaking bus.

No...you couldn't have done that...right? No, you...wait...did...did you?

Xavier, did you actually grab my pink cashmere hoodie?!

There was only one way to find out.

(To Be Continued)

[callsign-jinx]

Seeing Red | Ch. 51: Checkmate (Part I)

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, death, weapons, killing, mama and papa bear seresin are here to stay. angst angst aNGST, mentions of pregnancy, supportive fam… and a cliffhanger

A/N: besties, this is so long that i had to split it in half. second part of the chapter will be published today as well, don’t worry.

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IMPORTANT DATA FOR THE CHAPTER: There's a mention of a chess move in the chapter. It's called promotion. When a pawn reaches the end of the board it “promotes”, it turns into another piece. Most of the time players promote to a queen, but a rook, knight, or bishop is also possible.

“For the hundredth time, I didn’t see anyone, McGee.” You reply, tired of the same questions. He’s been asking them for an hour now. 

"Are you sure? Because maybe you saw a tattoo or something?" He insists, looking at you. 

"McGee, she said she didn't see anything." Jake, who is standing next to you, glares at the agent and tells him to stop asking questions. McGee closes his notepad, rolls his eyes, and leaves the room.

You turn in the hospital gurney you've been sitting in since Jake brought you there. He didn’t accept "no" for an answer, and once he felt the swelling in the back of your head, where the kidnapper had hit you, he rushed you to the ER. Doc happened to be there once the two of you entered, with white faces and void eyes. She knew that something had happened, and even though she’s a pediatrician and adults aren’t her specialty, she insisted on taking care of you. 

That’s when she found out you were pregnant. It was still too early to see anything in an ultrasound, but she asked for some blood tests, and when they came back, everything was okay and the pregnancy test was positive. 

Jake hadn't left you once in all the time you'd been in the hospital, his hand always on yours, wedding bands in constant contact. Neither of you has said a word, both of you are silently blaming yourselves for something that is not your fault. The only one to blame here is the one who planned this, the one who has been trying to hurt you every day since you came back together.

And you want to talk to him to convince him that he did the right thing. That he’s not the one to blame for leaving you alone. You were supposed to be safe while in base, and for some reason, that security had been taken away from you as well as your kid. 

But you can’t tell him that when your own thoughts and the voices inside your head are screaming at you to do something, to get up from that blue bed and search far and wide until you find your son. 

Your body, however, is completely stiff and frozen. 

“Red, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you al-” You cover his mouth with your hand, and the action makes him look at you with a raised brow. 

“It’s not your fault. Someone got into base, and we don’t know how. But it’s not your fault, Jake.” 

"How are you so calm?" He asks with a broken voice, hand caressing your arm. “I can’t even think properly.” 

You sigh, looking down at his hands. “It’s a game, Jake.”

“What?” 

You caress his cheek softly, somehow the action brings comfort to the two of you. “What did he leave for you in that box?” 

“A red queen.” 

You move your hand to your pocket, getting out another chess piece. Is a white pawn. “Liam is only a pawn, Jake. He won’t hurt him.” 

Jake takes the piece in his hand, looking at it. “Why didn’t you tell McGee about this?” 

“Because he took our pawn, and now it’s our turn to make a move. We can't involve the police or the NCIS in this.”

"You have a white pawn, while I have a red queen. Why?" 

"I think the queen was just to scare you, to remind you of something you lost in the past. The pawn, however, is something that is missing now. In chess, the pawn is a piece that can become something else." You explain, observing how Jake's fingers turn the pawn around. It reminds you of how he plays with Liam's fingers when he falls asleep on his chest while watching a movie. 

Jake raises his head slowly, the meaning behind your words hitting him instantly. "A promotion." 

"If he doesn't get his knight back…" You begin, getting up from the bed. 

"...he will turn the pawn into a knight." You nod, watching as he closes his eyes in desperation. “If I had stayed with him, this wouldn’t have happened.” 

“If you didn’t run away, Liam wouldn’t exist. So please, stop blaming yourself.” You reassure him, trying to make him understand that this is not his fault. “Jake, I wouldn’t change a thing in my life. I would choose you in every single lifetime.” 

Jake nods absentmindedly, pulling from his pocket the red queen piece that McGee gave him early. It didn't have fingerprints. "What are we gonna do, Red?" 

“We need to make a move.” You hear someone getting close to the room, and you hide the pawn in Jake’s pocket. Both of you turn around, waiting to see who’s coming. You relax when you see Mav and Iceman. 

“There you are. I’m so sorry, guys.” Mav says as he opens his arms and approaches you both. You let Jake be the first to receive Mav's embrace. “I won’t ask how you’re feeling because I could never comprehend the pain you’re feeling.” 

Jake steps back, sniffling and wiping a stray tear with his fingertips. You let Mav hug you now, the warmth of his body making you feel better and worse at the same time. “We’re not good. And we won’t be until we get our baby back.” You explain, hugging Jake’s arm. 

“Those guys, Tony and Tim, they are talking about search warrants and stuff like that.” Ice mumbles, looking between you and Jake. “I’m sorry. I swore that you’d be safe here and I didn’t keep my word.”

“Ice, you couldn’t have prevented this.” You reply, trying to make him feel better. It’s futile, and you know it. Nobody will feel better until you bring Liam back home. 

“I could have tried. I never thought one of us could make this.” He says, sitting on the bed. 

You frown at his words. “Wait, one of us? What do you mean by one of us?” 

“Apparently, a person from the base took him. He had been relocated here from another base five months ago.” 

“Do you have a picture or something?” Jake urges, wanting to know who this man who has kidnapped your baby is. 

Ice takes out his phone, tapping at it several times until he finds the picture he’s looking for. He turns it around, and you don’t recognize him. Average white man, blue eyes, dark hair with a buzz cut. It would be like every other man you see almost every day at base if it weren’t for the large scar crossing his left eye. 

“I haven’t seen him.” You comment, looking at Jake, whose hands are balled into fists. “Jake?” 

“His name is Vlad. He works with my dad.” He reveals, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “Vlad is Gregory’s left hand.” 

Mav looks at Ice, deception all over his face. He’s not mad at him, however. He’s mad with the system that didn’t work. “How is it possible that nobody saw a connection with him?” 

“Because never uses his real name. There’s no way we could have linked him with Gregory.” Jake sighs, rubbing the sides of his head. “Look, I appreciate that you tell me who took my son, but I already know that. What I want to know is what the fuck I’m supposed to do now.” 

“Jake,” you warn him, knowing that he’s about to snap at the wrong people. Mav and Ice don’t deserve it. 

“I don’t care about what the NCIS says, Red. I’m not gonna stay here and wait for them to bring my kid back.” He barks, almost throwing the phone against the wall. Lucky for Ice, he manages to get it from Jake’s hands in time. 

“But you don’t know where he is, Jake. You need to wait.” Mav reminds him, patting his back. 

That’s right. You don’t know where Liam is, and you need NCIS help to find him. 

Wait. 

You know where he is. 

“Oh my god, I’m so fucking stupid.” You get your phone out of your bag, and try to unlock it, but you’re so nervous that you keep pressing the wrong numbers. “Come on, you fucking useless block.” 

“Red, what are you doing?” Jake questions, looking over your shoulder to see what you’re doing. 

“Liam has a GPS in his pants.” You almost scream when you can’t unlock the stupid phone. Jake opens his hand, waiting for you to give him the phone. You do, as you watch him unlock it in one go, his hands more steady than yours. 

“A GPS?” Iceman inquires, surprised but relieved that you can track your child. 

“Sarge, well, Payback’s wife, bought it. I sewed a hidden pocket in every single one of his pants, and I’ve been hiding it, just in case.” You confess, logging into the app that is connected to the tracking device. 

“Why didn't I know about this?” Jake mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I don’t know, I just thought the less people knew about it, the better.” You reply, not looking away from the screen, and sigh in relief when you see that the tracking device is working. The signal is moving north, too fast to be on a car. 

“He’s flying.” Jake comes to the same conclusion as you. 

“Someone stole one helicopter.” Ice adds, and now you know how Liam has disappeared so quickly. 

“But where are they going?” 

Jake takes the phone again, moving the map to see what cities are ahead of them. “Hidden Hills.” 

“What’s in Hidden Hills?” You inquire, locking the phone and looking around the room at Jake, who is now pacing. 

"The house where I grew up." 

The image that not so long ago danced around in your brain, the one that featured a small kid that looked like Liam, a kid that wandered in a gigantic mansion with dark and infinite walls, comes back to your mind to haunt you. But this time, the kid is Liam. You need to rescue your son. 

“We need a helicopter.” You glance in Ice’s direction, asking silently for permission. 

“I can’t. A kid has disappeared, and we’re not allowed to move out of the base until he appears.” 

“We’re fucked up, then.” 

"Take my bike. Go get your son." Mav stuffs a hand in his pocket, reaching for his motorcycle keys.

"But we can't leave," you say, looking out the window and counting the car patrols outside the building. Tony called them when you were brought to the ER, not wanting another member of the Seresin family to disappear. “The moment we step out of the hospital, one of those officers will follow every step we make.” 

“And that’s my cue.” 

After hearing the female voice, you turn around to see Sarge and Payback standing there with the rest of the Daggers behind them. You can feel your chest swell with pride at the people in front of you, your family, who have always claimed that when the time comes, they’ll be with you, for better or worse. And here they are. 

“Oh my god, Sarge.” You go with them, feeling dozens of arms surrounding you in a big, comforting hug. “The GPS is working, I know where he is.” 

“Told ya it would work.” She smiles, patting your hair. 

The guys look at Jake, who is leaning against the wall and not looking at them. “Jake, come on. This is not your fault.” 

“I will punch the next one that says that.” He grunts, lifting his eyes from the floor to glare at Rooster. “And you know how much it hurts.”

“We’re losing precious time here.” Nat mumbles, looking outside the door. “There’s a car in the underground parking.” 

Jake hears Nat’s words and takes a deep breath. He knows what they’re implying. Take the car and drive to Hidden Hills. He would do it in a heartbeat, but there’s a problem. 

He knows you’re going to insist on coming with him. He can’t have two babies in that house. 

“You’re staying, Red.” 

“You’re not going anywhere without me.” You retort, not looking at him. 

Jake grabs you softly by the arm, turning you around. “I can’t put another baby at risk.” 

“Another baby?” Bob repeats. “Red, are you pregnant?” 

“Yes, I'm pregnant. But Jake, you need me.” You insist, ignoring the excited laughs from the daggers. “You can’t go there alone. He won’t let you go.” 

“I can’t have another one of my babies in that house.” 

You press a hand against his chest, closing your eyes and preparing yourself for the next words you’re going to say. “Jake, we can make another baby. But there’s only one you.” 

"I went to the station and got you vests. You’ll be okay. You have everything you need in the truck.” Sarge's hand closes around yours, pressing the car keys against your skin. "He's one hour ahead of you. You need to go now." 

You never take your eyes away from Jake's, which are narrowed in tension and darting all over your face. Words wouldn't be able to express all the emotions that are running through his head right now. Rage, terror, fury—all conveyed in one single green stare. 

"If anything happens to you now that I have you back..." His voice falters, cracking with unshed tears that break the remains of your heart. Promising that everything will be okay is cruel and unfair. The chances of coming back with your kid are low. But you have to take risks, or you won’t see Liam again. 

“Nothing will happen to me.” You promise him, kissing him softly while all the voices in your head scream at you, calling you a liar. You know, and you’re sure he knows too, that you’ll risk everything to make sure that Liam and Jake come back safe to San Diego. Even if that means sacrificing yourself.

“Shit, that Italian agent is coming.” Mickey whisper-yells, and you grab Jake’s hand. 

“Doc, is there an elevator that goes to the underground parking?” You ask her, and she quickly nods, handing you two white coats like the one she’s wearing. 

“Wear this. It’ll make you look like a doctor, and they won’t stop you.” 

You hug all of them quickly and follow Doc, who is quickly turning around corners until she finds the elevator she’s looking for. “It’s this one. Be careful, okay?” 

Jake watches as you hug her; the woman is almost tearing up at the thought of something happening to any of you. You whisper something in her ear, something you can’t hear, and she nods, pushing both of you inside the elevator once the doors open. 

You can see her tears before the doors close again. 

It’s a two hour trip until you get to Hidden Hills. Almost three, actually. And you don't even know how you're going to pass through security once you're there. Hidden Hills is a safe place for celebrities and rich people. No one passes security without previous authorization. 

"Jake, we won't be able to pass the guard without being noticed." 

"We're not using the main entrance, sweets." He says this while taking his hand off the steering wheel and searching for yours. "My father's house has a secret tunnel. That's our way in." 

You nod, looking outside the window. It's so dark outside that you can barely see anything, just trees passing by in a blur. The obscurity is disturbed once in a while by the car lights in the other lane, a brief moment of light in the moonless night. 

"Once we get Liam, you're running the fuck out." He orders, his eyes focused on the road ahead. 

You shake your head. "I'm not leaving without you." 

"Liam is the main priority, Red. He won't hurt him or me. He needs us, you said it yourself." 

"Why is he so desperate? Why does he need an heir so bad?" 

Jake moves your intertwined hands to his lips, softly kissing your knuckles. You don’t know if the action is supposed to calm you or him. "I don't care. He took our kid. That's the last straw." 

Your voice comes out in a shaky breath when you pronounce your next words. "You know there's only one way of ending this, right?" 

"We've killed people before, Red."

"Pressing a button while I'm flying. I never had to see the face of the target I'm trying to eliminate!" You protest, feeling a throbbing headache take over your body. 

"You won't have to pull the trigger." 

You don't say anything after that. The seriousness in his voice makes you ponder how many times he has dreamed of this moment, of finally having the opportunity to put an end to a lifetime of nightmares and psychological torture. You can't even imagine how bad a father has to be for his own son to think about killing him. 

You're glad you don't know. 

"Rest a bit, okay? I'll wake you up when we're there." 

"Promise me that you won't leave me in the car." 

"If I go inside that house alone, who's gonna get Liam out?" 

Yeah, he needs you to get Liam to a safe place. You can close your eyes, knowing that we won't try to play hero and leave without you. 

The secret tunnel Jake mentioned is hidden in a hillside. At the top of that hill is Jake's childhood home. Jake parks the car behind some tall bushes, drumming his fingers against the wheel. He's nervous and scared.

"Let's see what Sarge gave us." You mutter, opening the door and getting out of the car, walking slowly, a part of you not wanting to open the truck and check the contents. Doing it means facing the idea that you may become a murderer, with all the consequences that entails. 

Sarge has provided you with almost everything you might need: bulletproof vests, tactical boots, knives, boxing hand wraps, belts filled with magazines for the guns… 

"Why the hand wraps?" Jake inquires, grabbing one of the pairs. 

"It prevents bruised knuckles." You explain, looking at your hands. "We have to take our rings off." 

Jake slips the platinum band off his finger and hides it in one of the vest pockets. "This will work."

You suit up quietly, not even speaking when you need his help to close the vest, or to help you wrap your hands. A soft touch on his arm is enough for him to know that you need him. It's similar to when you're cooking at home—soft touches to catch the other person's attention, no need for words. It's always been like this. And a part of you seems to find comfort in the fact that even at the worst moments, you're still in sync. 

Jake doesn't let go of your hands when he finishes wrapping them. You raise your head, watching how he struggles to keep his eyes open, knowing that the moment he blinks, tears will run freely down his face. He can't cry. It's not the moment to cry. 

"It's only been what… three months since I got you back?" He mumbles, his words forming a lump on his throat that doesn't seem to go away. "And I might lose you again." 

"You're not gonna lose me." Jake leans down to press his forehead against yours as you cup his face between your hands. "We're gonna go in there, get our kid, and walk out without a scratch." 

He nods, kissing your forehead, your nose, and your lips in that order. You've always wondered how a final kiss before a battle felt, if it was truly filled with all the emotions you couldn't express aloud in such a short period of time. 

It is probably the best kiss you've ever had.

Jake wipes his face, taking a deep breath, and when he opens them again, you can't see a single trace of Jake in them. 

That's Hangman. Fierce, determined, and deadly. 

"Let's go get Liam," he says, cocking his gun. 

You nod, following him towards the tunnel.

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Hi, I don't know if you've ever been around people who suffer from anxiety or if you've experienced it yourself. I know I hate being in a relationship, especially when my symptoms are severe. It's always "but you have a good life" and so on. But I don't tell them all… what it's like to have constantly panic attacks make you feel like you're going to die, and your heart rate increases., being mocked, then I prefer them to stay quiet and obviously I'm harsh on them so they leave me alone. So we're seen as narcissists even though we can't make ourselves understood, especially by our parents who ask us about grandchildren when we're not stable. They think having children will cure us. You see, fans like me will find it hard to criticize him because he can't handle himself, but also because we are aware of the weight of people's criticism. And I'm called weak or fragile, ungrateful, lazy, weird. I'm telling you all this so that you can understand people like us, but if you still don't believe us, it's because we live in a shitty society. We're so unstable that neither relationships nor jobs last. We're the failures of society. Our choices will be based primarily on our ability to manage our fears. This leads to new medications, new diagnoses, new side effects. But it’s okay it’s definitely entirely our fault, we’re always dramatic for nothing.

Hi. Your description was clarifying for those who don't know what it's like. But, yes. Believe me. I know. But, he's not alone. He has an entire support among managers, PR team, AR team, family and you name it, who all know about his limitation and work in favor of hiding it from fans and of protecting him, besides helping him make the right decisions, for in his case, all these people have a financial interest and he is in the place of a legal person. As a person with extreme anxiety, do you allow people to force you to go through a situation you know that will be unbearable for you and that will cause you a panic attack or you deny doing it to avoid crisis, because you can't stand the symptoms? People with anxiety, from medium to severe (which I believe could be his case), usually boycott themselves to avoid a crisis and unpleasant symptoms. OK. You might say the PR stunts were a safe situation he was used to and that's why he did it. But, the strategies used against negative publicity... Those weren't. All he had to do was say NO. But again, I'll give the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he didn't say it, for he thought he could trust the team. But, as he saw they were actually putting more fuel to fire, he should have backed up. OK, again, I will be condescending and suppose.... I don't know. I lost myself. I do believe he is anxious and shy, but he has managed his anxiety over the years feeling more comfortable with duties. Up to now. This shenanigan could have been avoided if he had avoided escorting. This is what led him to this situation, choosing to sell himself as an escort, pretending a fake life also off duty. Not his anxiety. I don't criticize his symptoms. I criticize the decision that led him to the symptoms. Even being a person with low emotional IQ, a public figure who works trusting his manager, he has a certain autonomy to say NO to situations that can jeopardize his integrity. But, then, again, I can be condescending and suppose he signed a deal to always have others deciding for him, without being acquainted about the situation he will put himself in. In this case, he's more than extremely anxious. He's a moron. Sorry, I don't think he's the kind that lets someone else decide deals for him without knowing what he's getting into. Being a person with extreme anxiety (you know that), he is very selective and avoids stressful unnecessary situations. This shenanigan was a whole new thing for him, a different type of PR deal that could have been avoided. He had done it before (KC, the hunter), there was no negative follow up and his image wasn't jeopardized. This time, the real way they all work, the truth about this escorting service and the way he really deals with this part of his life came public. If not, his anxiety would be safe and they wouldn't have induced his symptoms. So, was it intentional to screw him?