#like I’m currently watching wheels on the bus

[silverglimse-productions]

I’m currently rewatching Criminal Minds and there’s something so special to me about Rossi being the resident gamer of the group

[rwylm-things]

Author’s note : I’m lowkey geeking that I just wrote that !! Ok ok sorry I’m dramatic and cringe. Basically I would just like to preface a few things. This fic is very unfinished, I wrote it a while ago and don’t know if I’ll ever finish. I’ve always wanted to dip my toe into creative writing but always been to scared of…..sucking? This definitely sucks though.

Despite that I read someone say on here that your first writing is going to be bad. So here it is; my god awful Jason fic. What better way to start my journey of writing than fan fiction (please be nice I’m sensitive)

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BLOW-POPS

Jason Todd x reader

Warnings : suggestive language

Word Count : 763

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Finally,

You immediately braced your legs for the jump out of your seat. The ancient wheels on the chair create an uncomfortable squeak. You don’t pause to cringe at the awful sound, instead waving bye to your co-workers and making your way out the door. It had been a long day. Slow, but long. You had been laser focused on the minuscule arm that counted the final hour of the shift. As your legs hurriedly moved towards the car you could feel the tiredness seep through your bones. This particular shift had started in the earliest hours of the morning, as you start the engine your eyes drift up to the colors in the sky meshing together to create an orange hue. You let a hefty sigh leave your lips. The more thought put into it, the more excitement your mind created surrounding the prospect of taking a hot shower, watching some trash tv, and falling asleep on the couch. Smiling contently to yourself, you rush home.

Well. That was the plan. It really was.

You just may have forgotten to calculate for one important factor.

Red Hood.

Red Hood, who you may or may not have started a situationship with after he had saved your life last year. Your vehicle had been in the shop and you narrowly missed the bus for that night. Despite the fact that you’d been living in Gotham for up to a year at that point, you still took your chance and walked home from work. However, luck had never really been on your side. This was an event he would continuously criticize over the next year.

‘no concept of personal security’

‘no awareness about what's going on around you’

‘if I hadn’t been there…’

‘blah blah blah blah blah’

On one hand, you found it annoying that he really believed you couldn't take care of yourself. On the other hand, the delusional part, you relished in the thought of him giving a shit about what happens to you. To be frank, maybe situationship was the wrong word. Although you two were definitely not in a relationship. If you ever did come up with some miraculous courage, you would question the status between the two of you.

You seriously doubted that he would ever commit to a relationship. While he never specifically stated it, you knew. Despite the moments of softness he would spare, ones you would deny sent a fuzzy warmth into your head. Still, it was clear what he wanted from you.

You couldn't say friends with benefits either, that would insinuate that you two were friends. That would insinuate that you know more about him other than, he likes to be on top and has daddy issues.

Anyway, not the point.

Red Hood.

Red Hood, who was casually leaning against the marble countertops when you twisted the doorknob and stepped in. His helmet hung from his fingertips, leaving his face covered in only a black domino mask.

Red Hood.

Red Hood, who currently had you pressed deeply into the couch, leaving no room between your bodies. His full lips pressed harshly against your own, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth. Once you slightly parted your lips, his tongue began dancing with yours, fighting for dominance.

He always won.

“You taste like cherry.”

This was the first he spoke since you had entered the apartment.

“I-” you paused as he began suckling on your neck,

“I ate a blow for lunch. Well actually I ate like six. This nice old lady I helped today gave me a jumbo bag. Don’t ask me why she just carried that around because I don’t know and I wasn’t about to ask. I know that I'm not supposed to be taking candy from strangers but like she was really nice and I was starving. Now that I think about it, I probably ate like ten.”

You rambled quickly, sounding almost breathless from his lips on your neck. You swear you felt him smile against your skin.

Meeting with him always gave you a rush of adrenaline. Meeting with him always created a very specific feeling you swore you could feel run through your veins. Knowing the hands that were gently caressing your upper torso were the same that ruthlessly pummeled the worst of Gotham. Maybe you were messed up, but hey, maybe that's what drew you two together.

That being said, you were tired.

As he moved to kiss further into the crook of your neck, you rested your eyes for a split second.

[futfemfantasies]

Zone Breaker \\ mapi león x reader

Request: Can I request a fic where Mapi is ussualy trying to get into the zone on the bus and not really talking to people but then she lets the new signing (reader) fall asleep on her shoulder and the team is really schoked

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This is it. Your first day at your dream club, FC Barcelona. You have spent your entire childhood watching short clips of both the male and female teams since you didn’t get the live games due to living in Australia. Since you got transferred from your current, well now former club San Diego Wave, your teammate and best friend Alex is kindly dropping you off at the airport. You hear a knock on the door and you know it’s her. You quickly open the door and let Alex in, along with Charlie, before checking the apartment for anything you might have missed.

“You go away auntie Y/N/N?” Charlie asks.

“Only for a little bit Charlie bear” You bend down to tell the 2 year old.

“Oh” Charlie’s face went from happy to sad in a flash. You pick up Charlie and she holds onto you tightly.

“You ready to go?” Alex asks. You nod and pick up your backpack from the ground. Alex grabs your suitcase since you’re holding Charlie.

Once all the suitcases and backpacks are in the trunk, you clip Charlie in and move to the passenger seat. You turn around and see Charlie about to cry. You reach back and she holds your hand the best she can. You stay in the awkward position for 40 minutes until you reach the airport. You get out and Alex gets Charlie out of her seat. You open the trunk and put your backpack on before getting out your two big suitcases. You close the trunk and see a whimpering Charlie clinging onto Alex’s thigh. You bend down and the little girl runs the short distance to hug you tightly. After promising regular video calls and a visit over the Christmas/new year break. Next, Alex hugs you tightly and you promise to call once you get organised in Barcelona. One last kiss to Charlie’s forehead and you start wheeling your life into San Diego International Airport.

“BYE AUNTIE Y/N/N!” You hear Charlie yell. You turn back and wave to her.

After checking your overweight bags in, you get through security and get a message from your good friend, Lucy Bronze.

hey girl! Keira and I will be at the airport to pick you up. Love ya!

You reply to Lucy before waiting at the gate for your 15 hour flight. After a delayed stopover, you finally made it to your new city of Barcelona. You collect your bags and see your two former teammates. You drive to their house where they said you can crash until you find your own place. A few days later, Lucy and Keira have to go to training so you decided to tag along, with your boots just in case. You all arrive at the training ground and someone else pulls up at the same time you do. You see her step out of the car and you breath is taken away.

“Who’s that?” You ask the couple.

“That’s Maria but she likes being called Mapi” You hum in response and subtly check out the tatted blonde.

You all walk in and Jonatan spots you and pulls you aside. He explains how training days work and if you weren’t too jet lagged, you can join in on the session. Jonatan walks you to the locker room and tells you there’s a kit for you to wear along with some other things. When he leaves, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up and see Lucy.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the girls that’s in there”

You both walk in and to your surprise, only one is in there. You recognise it’s Mapi from the car park.

“Hey Maps, I want to introduce you to someone” Mapi walks over and sports the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.

“Hi, I’m Y/N” You hold out your hand for Mapi to shake but she pulls you into a hug instead.

“Hola, I’m Mapi but this one has probably told you that” You nod and hug her back.

“I’ll get changed and meet you out there?” Lucy nods and walks out.

You grab your kit and quickly get changed in the bathroom. When you walk out you see Mapi sitting there on her phone.

“I thought you would be warming up already” Mapi jumps at the sound of your voice.

“I didn’t want you to get lost to the field”

You smile and quickly put on your socks before grabbing your shoes and start the short journey to the training fields. As you are both walking, Mapi notices that you’re holding your boots.

“You’re not wearing your boots now?” Mapi questions.

“No I don’t put them on until I’m on grass. I know it’s sounds stupid but it’s a good luck thing I have, for training and games”

Mapi and you make small talk on the way to the field and subtly flirting with each other. Once you arrive to the group, Jonatan introduces you to everyone and then explains what the drills for today are going to be. Once Jonatan finishes, you quickly slip on your boots and start the training session. You found yourself with Mapi for nearly every drill until Alexia claimed she was “hogging the newbie” so you went with Alexia for a few.

Over the next few weeks, you have busy exploring Barcelona with either Lucy and Keira, Mapi, Alexia or small groups from the team. You felt extremely lucky to have such a nice group of teammates and now friends. Throughout those few weeks came many training sessions, proving to Jonatan why you are one of the best on the Matildas, but yet still no game time.

It’s game day and everyone had to arrive at the training grounds by 10am. You, Lucy and Keira pull up and you’re all one of the last players there. You walk over to everyone and say your hello’s before being ushered onto the bus by Jonatan. You notice that Mapi is being very quiet and closed off. You shrug it off and hop onto the bus to find your usual seat up the back. Alexia and Jenni sit in front of you and you tap Alexia on the shoulder.

“Is Mapi okay?” You ask.

“She gets like this before every game. She’s in the zone” Alexia says with a weird hand movement.

“Right okay”

You sit back and put your earphones in and talk to one of your best friends from the Matildas, Sam Kerr. You both talk about everything for a few hours until she has to go to training. You both promise to catch up when the international friendlies are on, that Australia isn’t partaking in for some reason. You put your phone and earphones away and decide to go see Mapi. You walk down the aisle of the bus and sit next to Mapi. You intertwine your hands together and Mapi looks down and smiles when she sees your tattoo on your hand. She wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you into her. You yawn slightly and Mapi looks at you with a frown on her face.

“Are you tired?”

“A little. I was talking with my parents last night and didn’t get to bed until 11” You reply.

“Go to sleep. I’ll wake you when we get there” You nod and Mapi intertwines your other hand with hers.

All around the bus everyone is shocked that Mapi is even letting you sit next to her let alone sleep on her. The different friendship groups talk amongst themselves about how you’ve broken Mapi’s ‘zone’. A few hours later, you feel a kiss on your cheek and someone whispering something in your ear.

“Hey there sleepy head, we’re here”

You open your eyes and notice the bus stopped moving and most of the girls are off already. You do a little stretch and fix your hair before moving back down the bus to grab your bag. When you turn back around, Mapi’s gone. You walk off the bus and follow the girls into the locker room to get prepared for the match. Just before heading out to start, you pull Mapi aside.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

“Everything is perfect hermosa” Mapi replies with a kiss to your cheek.

You start on the bench for this game and Mapi is starting. As the game goes on, you feel Pina nudging you slightly when she catches you staring at Mapi.

“Ask her out, she stares at you too”

You think about what Pina has said until Jonatan calls you up to be put in for your debut at Barcelona. You see Oshoala run towards you and you high five her before running into position. By the 89th minute the scores are levelled. Barcelona need to win this to move to the semi finals of the Copa de Reina cup. Sandra kicks a short goal kick to Mapi, who dribbles it for a little before passing it to Lucy. You run up a little, still keeping onside, and Lucy does a chip pass to you. You run rings around the defenders and kick the ball into the top right corner, making the score 3-2. Your teammates run and jump on you and Mapi gives you a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“I’m so proud of you”

You thank her and run back to your starting position. Thankfully the ref only adds 2 minutes of injury time which is enough for you and your teammates to hold off. When the ref blows the whistle, you shake hands with the other team and try to find Mapi instantly. You see her talking to Alexia and Pina so you decide to jump on her back to surprise her. You kiss her cheek and she looks at you with an added sparkle in her eye. You jump down and she gives you a tight hug. Alexia and Pina move away to give you two some privacy.

You both look in each other’s eyes as your arms wrap around Mapi’s neck and hers around your waist. You keep looking at her lips and she does the same with yours.

“Kiss me” You whisper in Spanish. Mapi wastes no time in connecting her lips to yours. You both pull away quite quickly as there’s lots of fans with cameras.

“Will you go on a date with me?” Mapi asks shyly.

“I thought you’d never ask”

[pablotorresgf]

backseat rider- pablo gavi

in which you and gavi are childhood friends, but even all those years of friendship couldn’t stop you guys drifting apart.

warnings: angst w no happy ending! first time writing on tumblr so excuse the bad layout… (english isn’t my first language.)

Pablo and you have been best friends, ever since that day where you met him at the bus stop. You guys ended up sitting side by side, the whole bus ride consist of you guys introducing each other.

From that day on Pablo and you became inseparable. Wherever you were he was there; viceversa. You saw Pablo grow up and become the great player he was now. You vowed to him that you would always be there for him no matter the circumstances. He did the same for you, promising you that no matter how many people knew his name he would never forget the person that was there for him when no one knew who he was.

Today was the day Pablo would finally be getting his own car! He had been asking for rides from you and Pedri, ever since training would start but now he would finally be able to go wherever he pleased. Pablo had called you weeks ago letting you know that once you were back from your summer vacation you two would spend the day catching up. The day had finally arrived, you were finally back in Barcelona. You were beyond jet lagged just wanting to see Gavi and sleep. You waited outside the airport Gavi was taking longer than expected, just as you were about to text him to see where he was a car honked in front of you causing you to jump up in surprise. You looked up and saw Gavi’s face. “Hola nena, necesitáis ir a un lugar?” A smile appeared on your face as headed towards him but before heading to the other side of the vehicle you noticed an unknown blonde girl in the passenger seat. Gavi noticed your confused facial expression and looked beside him and a realization hit him. “Ah! t/n, esta es Dafne.” You gave Dafne a light smile heading towards the back seat.

Five weeks had passed since you were back in Barcelona. Ever since the awkward encounter at the airport, you thought you and gavi would spend more time together; just you both. But that didn’t happen every time you suggested something he either had training or Dafne would be there too, that was until today. You were currently sitting next to Gavi on your couch watching a movie, before Gavi broke the silence. “I’m bored do you want to go get ice cream?” You nodded in agreement and both of you went to go freshen up before heading outside. “Pablito open the door! It’s hot as hell outside.” Gavi turned towards you with an awkward chuckle. “Actually y/n can you uhm sit in the back, I’m going to pick up Dafne along the way.” You nodded your head not in the mood to reject his order. You were now in the backseat listening to Dafne and gavi laugh about a new movie that had just came out. You sighed and thought back at the times gavi and you would do the same. When you would drive him to his training and talk about the movie you two had watched the night prior, you missed those times now all you felt like was a third wheel. Dafne was stealing your best friend and you were tired of it. You couldn’t spend no time with him because Dafne this and Dafne that. Gavi was yours first, but now it felt like he wasn’t yours at all.

Gavi had dropped you off hours ago but you were here in your bed thinking about what went wrong. You guys were drifting apart so bad it physically hurt you. It hurt knowing your best friend was turning into just another person in your life. You tired so hard to talk to him about it but there just wasn’t any time where it would be you and him alone. Dafne was always in the picture now. Maybe all this was your fault. Yes it was your fault you could’ve tried so much more harder to talk to him during your summer break. Days would go by and you would forget that gavi even existed, now karmas biting your ass and doing the same to you. Gavi was forgetting your existence. You sighed and stood up. You looked around your room, you noticed that more than half of the things didn’t even belong to you. They were gavi’s belongings but now that gavi wasn’t yours anymore you took everything and shoved it into a box.

This was it it took you so long to realize the tears coming out of your eyes and you knew that you weren’t crying because you were drifting apart from your best friend. You were crying because boy you fell in love with, is in love with someone else. That night you cried so much,you cried because there was no more gavi and y/n, you cried because all those years would be lost in memory lane, you cried because you realized your feelings so so late.

The next morning you texted gavi to see if he had time to come over because you needed to talk to him. He replied with a “of course. Me and Dafne will be there:)!” You had to explain to him that it was a you and him thing and Dafne couldn’t be present. It pained you that he couldn’t even hang out with you without needing her presence. Hours passed by when you heard a knock on the front door. You opened the door to reveal gavi, he flashed his smile at me with a worried look on his face. “Perdón. I would’ve been here much earlier but uhm you know training.” Liar. Pedri had texted me earlier saying they had a day off. “Just come in Pablo.” You sighed not mentally ready for what was about to happen. “I’m not going to waste your time I know Dafne must be waiting for you to return home, so I’m just going to get this over with.” He look at me with a perplexed look. “It feels like your breaking up with me” he giggled. But seeing your serious face he became silent. “We can’t be friends anymore Pablo.” “Que? De donde viene esto?” He looked almost mad. You sighed and decided to let everything out. “Gavi we don’t even spend time together anymore without Dafne being there. At first I was fine with it I stayed quite but now I just can’t take it anymore, I feel like I’m third wheeling all the fucking time! And when we do hang out she’s all you talk about.”

“You’re jealous of her.” He stated with a scoff. “Yes I am I’m fucking jealous of her because she stole my best friend!” You yelled out. “Just because your jealous of her doesn’t mean we have to stop being friends just get over it and everything will go back to normal.” You looked at him in disbelief he couldn’t be bloody serious. “Gavi you don’t get it. I can’t stand seeing you being with her because I’m fucking in love with you! It hurts seeing you in love with someone else!” Suddenly everything went quiet, gavi looked at you with a surprised expression a gasp leaving his mouth. “Why didn’t you tell me before.” “I tried to i really did but every time she was there 24/7. It pains me that you can’t live without her presence because before you used to be like that with me and seeing someone else fill in that part of your life hurts.” At this point you couldn’t help it, tears were streaming down your face. Gavi quickly towards you hugging you, he felt so bad he never wanted to make you feel like this. He promised you that he would protect you from people that made you feel this way but turns out he was the one making you feel this. His hands touched your face softly and turnt it upwards to meet each others eyes. “I’m so sorry y/n/n. I always promised to make you happy but recently I haven’t, we can work this out. Maybe it’s your emotions getting the best of you but you’re not in love with me. You just miss me! Yeah that’s what it is you have to understand that.” As those words left his mouth you sighed, in that moment you knew that she wouldn’t be leaving the picture and at the end of the day it would be you drowning in your own self pity.

You shook your head towards gavi not trusting your voice. “Don’t say no, you know I’m right cmon let’s just sleep on this. We don’t have to end our friendship. It’s us against the world y/n/n!” You hugged Pablo one last time knowing that after this he would choose her over you and it was the sad reality. “You don’t love me how I love you gavi and that’s okay. But I can’t do this I can’t lie to myself anymore. There is no us, there never was.”

And just like that all those years of memories, laughter, tears, awkwardness, love were long lost memories. He was never yours to begin with.

[scullysexual]

a continuation of this. @today-in-fic

mentions of emotional/physical abuse.

“No, Mommy!” Emily cries, trying to squirm away from Dana’s hand. They are in the bathroom of a Walmart, a wet paper towel sits in Dana’s hand as she attempts to wash the dirt and grime of the past few days from her daughter’s face. The five year old has none of it.

“I have to clean your face, baby,” Dana says quietly. Truthfully, she doesn’t have the energy to fight with Emily today. She was exhausted; the stresses of her living situation catching with her.

Last night they had camped in the parking lot of the Walmart whose bathroom they were currently using. It was another cold night and Dana had barely slept. Despite the overnight parking sign, Dana had still been worried somebody would come along and throw them out even if she deliberately parked in the corner furthest away. That, however, had also come with its own issues: no streetlights. So while one half of her had worried about getting kicked out, the other half worried about getting her car broken into while they slept.

Emily, thankfully, had had no issues falling asleep. It was the daytime she struggled with. Unsimulated, bored, Emily’s tantrums had been getting worse lately. So far Emily had ripped one of her books apart and the corner of her tablet had a crack in it from when Emily had thrown it onto the parking lot’s tarmac. Dana tried not to get angry at her child, she was probably feeling the stress too now.

“Why can’t I go home and have a proper bath?” Emily asks.

Home. Every day Emily asked to go home. Every day Dana told her they couldn’t.

“Home isn’t safe anymore,” Dana tells her again.

“Daddy puts bubbles in my bath and let’s me play with as many ducks as I want.” Emily’s head lifts, almost challenging Dana to compete with her precious daddy. She hears what Emily doesn’t say. You keep me in a car all day and try to wash my face in stinky toilets.

Dana knows this already. She would listen as Ethan bathed Emily hours after a fight, like nothing had happened, meanwhile Dana would clean up the mess left behind.

She doesn’t tell Emily the other things Ethan does or says like how angry he becomes when he drinks or how she and Emily are the reason his life is so shit.

Well, they were out of his life now, Dana wonders if it was going any better for him.

Dana tosses the paper towel into the trashcan. She brushes her teeth and then disappears into the cubical to pee. She gets Emily to sing a song with her so Dana knows she still there and it’s during this time that something catches her eye. A leaflet sticks halfway out of the sanitary bin. Dana yanks it out as the lyrics to Wheels On The Bus trail off from her lips. Emily stops singing, too.

“Mommy, where did you go?” Emily cries.

“I’m still on the toilet, baby,” Dana answers though she is distracted looking at the leaflet. It’s a job ad; some time of nanny agency. Babysitting, Dana thinks. There’s a number on the bottom. An ideal striking, Dana gets off the toilet. When she opens the cubical, the leaflet still in her hand, Emily looks at her with relief.

“You took too long,” she says accusatory.

“I’m sorry,” Dana apologises. She shoves the leaflet into her bag and washes her hands.

“Can we go home now?” Emily asks.

“Soon.” Dana helps Emily off the counter and she takes hold of her hand, leading her out of the bathroom.

…

Dana listens as the phone rings, Finding Nemo plays in the background, Emily’s little laughter escaping her mouth as she watches. The phone rings five times and Dana is sure nobody is going to pick up. She’s about to give up when the ringing stops, there’s a slight pause, and then a woman’s voice rings through.

“Happy Nest Nurseries, Ellie speaking, how can I help?”

The voice on the other end takes Dana back a bit and she stutters slightly before she speaks.

“Hi, um…I’m Dana Scully. I was wondering if you had any positions available?” She bites her lip with trepidation, watching Emily through the rear-view mirror.

Ellie sighs. “I’m sorry, we don’t have any places, right now.” Dana’s heart sinks. Ellie goes quiet again and Dana hears the hustle of the phone being moved. There’s a conversation happening between Ellie and somebody else but Dana can’t quite catch the words. Finally, Ellie’s voice sounds through again.

“Actually, Monica says she might have something. Could you come in today?”

Dana smiles, happy and wide. “Yes! Yes, I can.”

“Great,” says Ellie. “I will see you then.”

They exchanges goodbyes and Dana starts putting the car into gear. The sound of the engine coming to life causes Emily to look up from her tablet.

“Are we going home now?” she asks.

“Not quite. Mommy has somewhere she needs to be.”

…

It’s only when she gets to the offices- the address listed on the leaflet and confirmed during a quick phone call to Ellie again- that Dana realises her appearance doesn’t exactly scream interview ready. She looks as tired as she feels, has aged about 10 years in three days. When she untangles her hair from the hair tie it falls down mattered and greasy, in need of a good wash, her curls in need of a reset (or a pair of straighteners) She finger combs through the ends, yanks out a giant knot with a wince, then reties her hair, this time into a ponytail. Then she pulls open the glove compartment in the hopes of finding a stray lip gloss tube in there. After rummaging around she finds not only the lip gloss but mascara, too, along with that a broken comb, couple of random receipts, a lighter, half a pack of cigarettes, Ethan’s ‘lost’ driver’s license- the memory of the day he lost that forever burned into her mind- and a teething toy from when Emily was a baby. Suffice to say, just about everything was in this glove compartment.

Dana shoves everything put the lip gloss and mascara away, she’ll deal with that junk another day. The uses the sun shield mirror and applies the products, immediately looking and feeling better about herself. She turns to Emily then.

“Emily?”

Emily remains half engrossed still by her tablet. “Hmm?”

“I’m about to speak to some very important people. I need you to be on your best behaviour, okay?”

“Can I bring my tablet?”

Dana sighs. When she was pregnant with Emily she didn’t want to become that parent who handed their child a phone screen to keep them quiet. In fact, she had been very against the idea, upholding it whenever she could. It was Ethan who ruined that one. When Emily was two years old he handed her his phone and it had been that way ever since. It wasn’t the first time Dana tried to implement rules and restrictions that would get thrown out the window by Ethan a few hours later. Bubble baths and unlimited ducks one of them. There was a reason Daddy was the favoured one because he gave whatever Emily wished, Mommy was just mean.

“Yes but you’ll have to put on your headphones.”

Emily pulls the headphones out of her bag and puts them on, forgetting to plug the wire into the tablet. Dana laughs and climbs out, reaching back into the car to unbuckle Emily and plug the wire in. Dana guiding a screen-hypnotised Emily, they both walk into the office building.

…

She meets Ellie at one of the desks. The girl wearily eyes Dana and Emily before smiling that fake customer facing smile.

“Maria will be in her office. Follow me.” And Dana does, following Ellie to the end of the hall. Two knocks and when a voice on the other side of the door bids them entry, Ellie opens it.

“Dana Scully is here to see you,” says Ellie.

“Send her in,” says the voice.

Ellie opens the door wider and Dana walks into the room.

“You can go now, Ellie.” And Ellie does so, closing the door behind her.

The woman- Monica- does a once over of Dana.

“I’m sorry,” Dana says immediately. Between the looks Ellie gave her and now the looks Monica is giving her, she knows she isn’t making a great first impression appearance wise. “I just didn’t intend on coming here today.”

“That’s okay,” says Monica. “Who is this?” she asks with interest and a big smile at the sight of Emily.

“My daughter, Emily—” Emily is oblivious, her eyes still glued to the screen. Dana looks wearily towards the other woman.

“You know, a lot of our clients don’t like giving screens to children,” Monica says in a tone that is gentle but still conveys a certain amount of warning.

“I know. And I don’t usually like it either but she’s so restless, she’d only be pilfering through your stuff, she’s very curious. The screen gives her something to focus on, it keeps her quiet, it…” Dana trails off. She knows she isn’t making much of an effort to defend herself, coming up with excuses here and there. “I just needed her to be quiet for now,” Dana says honestly. “I try to restrict her screen time.” A half lie, she did try when she lived with Ethan.

“Sit,” says Monica. “Let’s have a little chat.”

The woman guides the two of them over to the chairs at her desk. Dana helps Emily onto her seat before sitting down herself. Monica watches, beady eyed. When everyone is settled, Monica speaks.

“I don’t often do this but we’ve had a client seeking a nanny recently,” explains Monica and Dana hangs on to every word. “She’s desperate, almost, and we’re fully booked. Or we were, until you called. Now, we will have to do background checks, make sure you’re legit, it’ll take about three days but if everything comes back clean, which in most cases it does, the job is yours. Would you like it?”

Dana can barely believe it. She smiles brightly and nods.

“Yes, of course.”

Monica smiles back. “Great. Let me get you a form.” She wanders over to a filing cabinet and pulls the top drawer open. Dana takes her chance.

“Um…I wondered if I could also get a proof of employment in those three days as well. I’m hoping to get onto a housing list.”

Monica pauses and sighs. “Unfortunately Dana, you have to pass your probation before we can give you anything like that.”

Dana’s heart sinks once more. “And how long is the probation?”

“Three months.”

Dana gawks. Three months! She can’t live in her car for three months. She looks away, willing herself not to cry.

“I also have to ask what you intend to do with Emily when you’re at work. We’re you intending on taking her along too or do you have somewhere to put her, someone she can stay with?”

“Would she be allowed to come with me?”

Monica sighs again. “It’s not advised. You’re protected under insurance if anything was to happen to you while at the house. Emily, however, would not be. It is a risk.”

Dana looks at Emily then. Who knows what type of person this client could be. She could be risking Emily’s safety taking her with her. But where else could she go? To go back home would mean seeing Ethan. Family is…tricky. Melissa isn’t cut out for caring for a child- not to mention if she’d be in any state to even do so- she hasn’t spoken to her parents since Emily’s fifth birthday and that ended in an argument between her and her father, Ethan’s mother despises her and while she loves Emily she’ll only accept Emily if Ethan is the one dropping her off. There was one last person, the only one who has actually offered any support for Dana in the five years she’s been a mother but she too comes at a risk.

But, depending on hours, a risk Dana was willing to make.

“Yeah,” she says. “I have someone she can stay with.”

“Brilliant,” says Monica. She hands the form to Dana. “Fill this in as quickly as possible.”

…

Diana Fowley is the name of the woman who’s kids she’ll be looking after. Two boys: William who was the same age as Emily and Arthur who was three. Simple. Easy. She can do this.

Diana is a lawyer and, according to Monica, going through a divorce. It’s messy, the father’s contact with the boys is limited to weekends or whatever reason and originally, he was the stay at home dead while she was the breadwinner. Now this divorce has meant Diana has to look at other options.

Dana can’t help but compare this father to Ethan. She could never imagine Ethan as a stay at home parent- that was relegated to her- for pride mostly but also for controlling reasons. If Dana has no income herself then she can never leave, forever dependant on Ethan for a home, for financial support. She wishes she could see his face now. I got a job, Ethan. Turns out I’m not as stupid as you made me think.

Not that she was ever stupid. She has a quarter of a physics degree, had a direct path into medicine. A doctor she was going to be, a heart surgeon of all things. She was Emily’s age when she decided that that was what her career was going to be. She had it all worked out: married at 30, a kid two years later. Only the marriage never came, the kid nine years too early.

Dana doesn’t regret Emily, she doesn’t blame Emily for how her life has turned out. Emily is her entire world, Dana just wishes she hadn’t been 21.

“What do you want to be when you grow up, Emily?” Dana asks as they drive down a suburb.

The tablet is still on, now playing Ratatouille.

“A chef!”

This would be wonderful news if, when Dana asked her a few days ago, Emily hadn’t replied with dentist because she was watching Finding Nemo. She expects her daughter’s answer would’ve been a superhero if she’d been watching The Incredibles. But whatever path her daughter choices, Dana just hopes she’s able to become whatever she wants.

Her stomach twists as the house looms in front of her. Bill’s house she thinks as her hands squeeze the steering wheel. No, Tara’s, Dana corrects. If she stays it’s Tara’s house then it is a lot less daunting.

“Where are we, Mommy?”

“You’re going to spend the day with Auntie Tara, baby.”

Emily recoils.

“I hate Auntie Tara!”

“Emily!” Dana admonishes, spinning around. “You don’t hate anyone. Auntie Tara loves you. She wants to see you.”

Tears come to Emily’s eyes as she furiously shakes her head.

“I don’t want to!” the child cries. “I don’t like Auntie Tara. I want to go home! I want Daddy! Why won’t you let me see Daddy?!”

Dana sighs preparing herself for another Emily tantrum.

“Take me to Daddy!” Emily’s foot kicks the back of Dana’s chair. “I want to see Daddy!” Kick. Daddy. Kick. Daddy. Kick. Daddy.

Dana closes her eyes, focuses on her breath, breathing in and out, in and out. She reopens her eyes.

“Emily,” she says quietly, not rising to her daughter’s level. “I need Tara to look after you today.”

“Why can’t Daddy?”

“Daddy’s busy.”

“But I haven’t seen him in years!”

She reminds herself that it’s only been a week.

“I know and we will see Daddy soon but for now, I need you to go with Auntie Tara until Mommy gets back, okay?”

“Where are you going?”

“I told you, Mommy has to go to work.”

The concept was baffling to the child.

“But you stay at home…” Emily says with a frown.

Dana smiles. “Not anymore. We need to find a house—”

“We have a house- Daddy’s house.”

Dana unbuckles her seatbelt and climbs out of the car. She opens Emily’s door, unbuckles Emily, and kneels down in front of her.

“I need you to listen to me, Emily. Daddy is a bad person. Do you know what a bad person is?”

Emily nods. “They hurt you.”

Dana nods in return. “They do. That’s what Daddy did- he hurt me. He almost hurt you.” She wipes a stray tear from her child’s face. “So I got us out of there. That is why we can’t go back home, we can’t go back to Daddy. I’m gonna get us a new house where nobody can hurt us but I need you to stay with Tara so I can do that. Do you think you can do that?”

Emily pauses, thinking it over hard as if she had any choice in the matter.

“Daddy was shouting and you were crying.” Emily frowns as if trying to remember. “And something hitted my head.”

Dana nods again, tears now coming to her own eyes. She thought maybe Emily would have forgotten that night. Clearly not. “It was a glass cup, baby. Daddy threw a glass cup and it almost hit you.”

Emily’s eyes widen. “Why? Did I do something wrong? Do I make Daddy angry?”

Dana’s heart breaks a million times over, the gravel currently cutting into her knees didn’t hurt as much as this. She gathers Emily into her embrace.

“No, baby girl…” She breaths in her unique Emily scent. “You don’t make anybody angry. Daddy meant to…” She stops herself. Daddy meant to throw it at me she almost says. “He didn’t mean to throw it at you. But it did get you so that’s why we had to leave.”

“Daddy let’s me have bubbles and ducks in the bath.”

Dana smiles despite having nothing to smile about. How difficult to must be to understand that the Daddy who gives Emily bubbles and ducks is the same Daddy who screamed at Mommy, made her cry, and threw a glass cup.

“I’ll tell you what,” Dana proposes, pulling away and looking at Emily once more. “If you stay with Tara now, when we get our new house, you can have all the bubbles and ducks you want.”

“I want a duck bedroom. Painted yellow. With little ducks like Quacky.”

Dana sniffles, giggling through her tears. “You can have that as well. You can have anything you want.”

Emily smiles, tears and tantrums over. Another tear falls from Dana’s own eyes and Emily reaches forward, wiping one away.

“Don’t cry, Mommy. You can have bubbles and ducks, too.”

In that moment, every single thing Dana has endured feels 100% worth it if it meant Emily got to be here. She pulls Emily back into a hug.

“I love you, baby girl. So, so much.”

“I love you, too, Mommy.”

Dana presses little kisses all over Emily face until the child laughs and squirms away. Then she stands and Emily resumes watching her movie. Dana knocks on Tara’s front door.

[atths--twice]

It Will Be Alright

Separated on a case, Scully is involved in an accident. Mulder will not rest until he knows she is alright.

February 2017

“There’s been an accident.”

That was all Skinner had said and Mulder had been ready to run out of the building and continue on until he reached Scully. 

But instead he had excused himself, not caring to hear anything further, and left in his car, driving thirty minutes to Scully’s current location. 

An accident. Another one that happened while they had been forced to work on separate cases. He shook his head as he gripped the steering wheel and changed lanes. 

Of course she had been injured when she was with him, numerous times over the years in fact, but it was never because he had not attempted to keep her safe. When they were separated, it seemed she always ended up in the hospital. 

As he drove in silence, the sound of the radio causing his anxiety to rise, he could not help but recall the moment when he believed he was looking at her burned and dead body lying on Ruskin Dam. 

He swallowed and then clenched his jaw, as he remembered the feeling of observing through blinds, what he thought would be her dead body, his heart racing and palms sweating. 

It’s not her. 

It was not then and it would not be now. She was okay. 

She had to be. 

_________

He had to park blocks away, running the rest of the distance. Flashing his badge, he gained access under the tape and began searching for her. 

His phone rang and he took it from his pocket to see that Skinner was calling him. 

“Mulder,” he said, walking past police and rescue workers, people crying as they held each other, and groups of children standing with worried adults. That puzzled him, until he turned the corner and saw a school bus on its side and his heart sank. 

“Did you find her?” Skinner asked brusquely, but Mulder heard the worry in his voice. 

“Not yet. It appears to be a multi-car accident. A bus on its side.” 

“Empty?” 

“Judging by the amount of children I’ve seen, it’s not likely.” 

“Fuck,” Skinner seethed. “Injuries?” 

“Can’t say for sure at the moment, but I’d say it’s more than likely.” 

“Let me know when you find her,” Skinner said and Mulder nodded. 

“I will,” he said and then the line went dead. Putting his phone back into his pocket, he took a second to look around. 

Fire trucks and ambulances were pulled as close to the bus as they could get and men and women were tending to children sitting on stretchers. As he watched a police officer bringing teddy bears to the children, he saw Scully crawling out of the back of the bus and carefully sliding down the door. 

He was on his way to her before her feet touched the ground. 

“There are two more in there with the EMT’s,” she was saying to the officer standing by the door. “Once the other ambulance gets here, they will transport them. They-” She caught sight of Mulder and he watched her shoulders drop. “They should be here in a few minutes.”

Now that he was closer, he saw that she had dark red blood on her forehead and her left cheek was very pink. She was also favoring her left arm and he highly suspected it was either sprained or broken. 

“The kids all get out?” he asked and she nodded. 

“All except the last two, like I was just saying,” she said and he nodded, staring at the laceration on her forehead and the abrasions that ran down to her neck. 

“Have the paramedics looked at you yet?” 

“They’ve seen me, if that’s what you mean,” she said, grimacing as she moved her arm. 

“It’s not what I mean and you know it.”

“Then no, they haven’t. There were others hurt worse and I-” 

“Then let me help,” he said with a nod. “You go see them and I’ll take over here.”

“I’m okay.” 

“Bullshit. Have you seen your face? And I’m sure your arm is broken.” 

“I can wait, they’re busy.” 

“Then let me help you,” he said, stepping to her right side and turning her toward an ambulance. “I can at least clean you up a little. Get that blood off of your face and cover that laceration.”

“Mulder,” she said softly and he shook his head. 

“I’m not asking, Scully,” he said, equally as soft, but firmly resolute. “I know you want to keep helping, but you need help too.” 

“Okay,” she agreed and he nodded, leading her to the ambulance. 

The paramedic inside, who was opening and closing drawers and taking out needed supplies, took one look at Scully and she paused with a deep sigh. 

“If you give me the items I would need to help her,” Mulder said. “I can take care of her. I know you’re busy with the others.” 

“I’ve been trying to get her looked at since we pulled up,” the paramedic said, looking at Scully. “You have a laceration above your eyebrow and those abrasions from the air bag need treatment before they start to really hurt.” 

“I know,” Scully said. “But I-” 

“Wanted the children seen to first, I know. And I understand,” the paramedic said. “But you’re injured too. I can leave some things here unless you want me to do it before I-” 

“No,” Scully said. “Agent Mulder can do it. He’s had training.” 

“I’ll get you what you need.” 

Mulder helped Scully into the ambulance after the paramedic had left, the supplies lying on the small padded bench.

“Sit down, Scully,” Mulder said and she lowered herself down slowly, groaning as she did. He took his suit jacket off, laid it beside her, and rolled up his sleeves. “Okay, let’s get the cut taken care of first.”

“I think it might need a stitch,” she said, closing her eyes as he sat down next to her. 

“Well, we’ll do what we can here for now.” He began to ready what he would need, glancing at her often, and shaking his head. “What happened?” 

“We were following the suspect and he got spooked. He started speeding and we gave chase, calling the police to inform them of the potential danger,” she said, her voice sounding hoarse and tired. “There was traffic piling up and he jumped to the other side of the street. I knew it would be bad, but I didn’t think…” She drew in a sharp breath and he put his hand on her leg, gently squeezing her thigh. 

“It’s okay. Let me do this and then you can tell me more, if you want.” He brushed her hair back, tucking it behind her ear and she opened her eyes. They were full of tears and he leaned forward, kissing her temple softly. 

“The children were screaming,” she whispered. “That’s what I remember most, the sounds of their screaming.” 

“It’s alright,” he whispered back, kissing her temple again. 

“I don’t even remember getting into the accident,” she said. “We hit someone or they hit us, I don’t know which. But I heard the children screaming and crying. Calling for their mothers and I…” She began to cry and he pulled her to him, mindful of her arm, closing his eyes as he held her. “I kept… kept thinking of William and if he… what would happen if it was him? If we still had him and he… I kept thinking that I just wanted you here with me so badly.” 

“It’s alright,” he said again, feeling her shaking as she cried. “I’m here now. I’m here, Scully.” 

“Mulder, those poor children,” she cried and he exhaled, holding her close. 

“You were here for them, Scully,” he said into her hair. “They may not know how much it means right now, or for a long time, but they will realize it one day, and they will be very grateful for you.” He felt her nod against his shoulder even as she choked back a sob. “And… if it was William… if we had him… I would hope that someone like you was there for him when he needed it most.” 

“Mulder, please,” she cried, clinging to him as she let the tears fall, no longer holding them back. 

“It’s alright, honey. It’s okay,” he murmured, waiting for her to calm before he pulled back slightly, kissing her temple again. 

“Thank you,” she whispered, her right palm resting on his heart. “Thank you for being here. For knowing that I… that I needed you.” 

“Always,” he whispered, pulling back further and looking at her face. “Now, let me clean you up and then you need to speak to Agent… shit, I don’t remember his name, but we’ll tell him we’re going to the hospital. You need to get an x-ray of your arm.” 

“When I know all the children are okay,” she agreed with a small nod. “Then, I’ll go.” 

“Alright,” he said, knowing that she would stick to her word and wait to be sure every child was safe.

He cleaned up her cut, which now that he saw it closely, he knew it was definitely going to need a stitch or two. But for now, three carefully placed butterfly closures would be enough. An antibiotic cream was gently applied to her face, her eyes closed as she winced occasionally and he apologized each time. 

“There,” he whispered when he was finished and she opened her eyes with a sigh. 

“Thank you. It feels better than it did.” 

“Good.” He gathered up the trash, threw it away, and then picked up his jacket. “You’re going to be sore for a while. Stand up slowly, or I could give you a hand.” 

“Yes, please,” she said, holding out her right hand and he grasped it, holding it tightly as she stood up. “You’re right, I ache all over.” 

“I’m sure you do. Come on, let’s go.” 

He helped her out of the ambulance, offering his jacket when he saw her shivering. 

“No, I’m okay. But thank you,” she said and he put his jacket on, keeping an eye on her should she need it, or anything else. 

When the last child had been accounted for, taken home or to the hospital, and the tow trucks came to pick up all of the broken vehicles, Scully met his eyes and nodded. 

As they walked to his car, she called Skinner and updated him on what had happened and where they would be for the foreseeable time frame. 

She fell asleep in the car on the way to the hospital, waking in a panic and jarring her arm with a cry of pain. 

“I’m almost certain it’s broken, it's throbbing like crazy,” she said, as they walked to the hospital. “Looks like you’ll be stuck with the paperwork.” 

“Nah,” he said, opening the door. “You can type with one hand. It’ll be slow going, but that’s okay.” 

She gave him a tired smile, continuing to the check in desk as he searched for two chairs together. 

When they finally left, after what felt like hours, she had three stitches above her eyebrow, her fractured wrist in a cast, and antibiotic cream reapplied to her abrasions. 

They stopped at the pharmacy to pick up the prescriptions the doctor had ordered for her and then he drove Scully to her apartment. 

He made sure she was comfortable and had all she needed within reach, adding a large bottle of ice water to her nightstand, before saying goodnight. 

“You’re leaving?” she asked, her eyes opening tiredly. “Do you have to go?”

“Well, I don’t have any clothes here or anything else for that matter, so…” 

“Your go bag is in the trunk, isn’t it? 

“No. I took it out the other day.”

“Oh, well… I have… a couple of your shirts here… if you… Whoa,  I think those pain pills are starting to hit me.” 

“Then you should sleep,” he said, bending to kiss her head. 

“Stay with me,,” she breathed. “Please don’t… don’t leave.” 

Hesitating for only a moment, he walked to her closet to search for one of his old shirts, as she exhaled his name in her sleep. 

He would not be leaving. 

[tzuyusluv]

❥ All I Want

genre -> fluff

pairing -> enhypen x reader

warnings -> cursing, mc is drunk in heeseung’s

word count -> 0.8k

summary -> this request right here <3

Heeseung

Heeseung watches on fondly as you stumble around. “Sweetheart, do you need some help maybe?” He asks despite knowing the answer. You grumpily mumble about something but Heeseung doesn’t know what. “Come on sweetie, get on my back.” Heeseung kneels down and waits for you to come closer so he can pick you up. “There you go love,” once he manages to pull you onto his back. “It’s about time we go home now, yeah?”

Jay

“Jagi, please.” Jay never begged. It was something that he had never done around you. So when he was on his knees, begging to give you a piggyback ride, it was certainly a sight to see. “Jay, not now! People are staring.” You shout whispered at him. “I’ll get up if you let me give you a piggyback ride!” Rolling your eyes, you admit defeat. Jay smiled before turning around to allow you on his back. Holding back a grin, you get on and let him carry you down the street. Though he never had to know that you only admitted ‘defeat’ to see him smile.

Jake

After getting off the ferris wheel, Jake wordlessly offered to carry you on his back when he noticed you were starting to get tired. “It’ll be ok baby, I’ll just carry you to the bus and then we’ll go home and cuddle, ok?” Jake gave you his best puppy dog eyes, knowing that they were your weakness. When you accept his offer, his smile goes up to his eyes. Picking you up, he starts to walk towards the boarding location. Feeling your arms wrap a little tighter around his neck to not fall, he gently leaves a kiss to assure you that nothing bad would ever happen to you if he was around.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon and you were currently stuck in a stare off. “Come one please, just watch me for a minute!” Sunghoon whined. “As much as I love you, I know me watching you is going to give you more of an ego.” Sunghoon whined even more at that. “Please I just wanna show you how cool I am!” “I already know how cool you are sweetheart.” Sunghoon rolled his eyes before whispering something under his breath. Rolling your eyes, you decide to just give in so that way you could leave faster. “Alright whatever, I’ll watch you for a minute.” At the end of your sentence, Sunghoon picked you up and placed you on his back before starting to do his squats. “Sunghoon what the fuck are you doing?!” “Just doing my work out sweetheart.” “I thought your work out had you using dumbbells!” “I decided to change it up for my special audience.”

Sunoo

“Sunoo I told you that if I do something for you, you don’t have to repay me! I like doing things for you!” Sunoo pouted even more at that. “But I want to repay you! Pleaseeeeeee.” “Sun, I already said no.” “Fine then I just won’t be giving you any more of my photocards then.” Sunoo crosses his arms before turning his nose up. Relenting, you just sigh and say that you’ll let him give you a piggyback ride. “Yes! Thank you, thank you!” Kissing you cheek, Sunoo then bends at his knees and allows you to get on. He barely made it down the hallway before exclaiming, “I see why you like doing this with me, but I think I like being the one carried more.”

Jungwon

“My love. You need to go to the doctor.” Jungwon just rolls his eyes when you whine from underneath the blanket. “Come on. If you don’t come out in 10 seconds, then I’m just going to have to carry you.” He counts down to one and when you still haven’t made an appearance, he drags the blanket off of ou before lifting you and maneuvering you to his back. “This wouldn’t have happened if you just listened to me from the start.” He teases. You just smile against his neck knowing that he would do anything for you.

Niki

“I bet I’m stronger than Sunghoon!” You tuned out the seven boys arguing in the background. “Babe!” You glance up at Niki. “What’s up?” “Can you come here for a minute, I need to prove something.” Despite being suspicious, you decided to place your trust in your boyfriend. Walking over to him, you waited to hear what he needed you for. “Alright, can you sit on both mine and Sunghoon’s back and then we’ll decide who’s stronger.” “Why didn’t you ask the other boys?” “We did, they just rejected us, but I’ll buy you dinner if you do this.” You accept the deal. “Alright, Sunghoon, you go first.” Going towards Sunghoon, he lets you sit on his back. He had barely made it thirty seconds before Niki came over and started to attack his sides, making him drop you. “Alright your turns over! My turn!” Niki completely tuned out Sunghoon’s whines of him being unfair. Getting onto Niki’s back, laughing whenever he would dodge Sunghoon’s attacks, not noticing his giant smile when he hears it.

©️ tzuyuluvs | please don’t translate, rewrite or blatantly steal any of my content.

[websterss]

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! MASTERLIST

If there was one thing you were good at, it was hiding your feelings, especially from your best friend Peter Parker. You’ve had a crush on Peter for as long as you can remember. With his cute smile, cheesy shirts, and love for science, you just fell for him even more. Although, what really set the bar high was finding out he was Spider-Man. He was going to tell you eventually, but he couldn’t risk putting you in harm’s way.

You and Peter were currently in your bedroom trying to get past the firewall to your dad’s (Tony) files he was keeping blocked from Peter. Yet nothing was ever blocked, at least not with you. “Y/n, does your dad not realize that you can get past anything?” Peter questions as he’s working on removing the masks tracker.

“I honestly don’t know Peter, he clearly hasn’t noticed I reset the security alarms every time I sneak out, so I wouldn’t worry too much.” You say typing in codes on your laptop. “Dammit!” You groan.

“What?” He looks up at you.

“There’s a ton of subsystems in here.”

“Can’t you get past them?” Someone was getting impatient, you thought.

“Um…nope, they’re all disabled by something called…The Training Wheels Protocol.” You start laughing your ass off. Your dad clearly doesn’t trust Peter because if he’s going to go through all this trouble and naming it that, then you guys were out of luck.

“I’m sick of Mr. Stark treating me like a kid!” He gets up and jumps on your bed.

“But you are a kid.”

“Yeah, a kid who can stop a bus with his bare hands!”

“Don’t beat yourself up Peter, I’m sure my dad has his reasons.” You close your laptop and place it on your nightstand.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He scoffs.

Peter sits down from his previous standing and lays down beside you. You both fall into a comfortable silence. You glance at him and can’t help but admire him. He puts himself at risk to protect everyone else, yet your dad can’t seem to understand that. Sure he’s just trying to make sure Peter doesn’t get his head stuck in the clouds but does he really need to go to the extreme measures?

“Y/n? Hey Y/n.” Peter pulls you out of your trance with a wave in front of your face.

“W-What? Oh sorry, Peter, what were you saying?” Heat rushed to your cheeks.

“Ha, um I was saying that I should probably head home, it’s getting kind of late, and Aunt May will start to worry.”

“Oh yeah definitely!”

Peter gets up and starts putting his things into his backpack. You didn’t want him to leave, you enjoyed his company more than anything, plus your dad was always busy so you couldn’t have that bonding time you craved. You just wished that you could tell Peter how you felt. You even kept giving him small hints, from the long hugs to complimenting him, he just didn’t seem to notice.

“Alright, I should head out now, thanks for the help Y/n.” Peter walks up to you and you guys hug. He pulls away first, but you grab his wrist. Peter stares at you. “Y/n, are you okay?”

“Uh-yeah sorry about that Pete, see you at school tomorrow.” You nod.

“Yeah.” He gives you a curious look but shows a small smile. He turns and walks to the door. “Night Y/n.”

“Night Peter.” You give him a small salute with two fingers.

You watch as he closes the door behind him. Oh, how you wished you had the guts to tell him how you felt.

[klcthebookworm]

WIP Wednesday

Hannah decides on a course of action once she, Chuck, Milly, and Meryl were sent to the Command Room for safety.

Chuck had heard what Doc said about Vash being their only hope and scowled at his sister stroking the computer keyboard. “We need to help Vash and you’re drooling over new tech!”

“I’m not drooling! I’m looking—” Her face brightened. “Found it. Pass me the bike’s data cord.”

Chuck pulled the end of it free from the crankcase and Hannah plugged it into the keyboard’s port she had found. “How is this gonna help Vash?”

“Can’t decide on a battle plan without data.” She sat in the keyboard’s chair. “Helmet please.” Chuck passed that to her, and she turned on her faceshield after she put it on. “Okay, time to see the data in formats I know. Power levels.”

Chuck turned on his faceshield. “Show me too.” Colored bars labeled 1 - 4 appeared on his faceshield but he didn’t know what they meant. They all were almost the same height.

“And usage?” Hannah asked. “Label the systems.”

The bars shifted from vertical to horizontal labeled with words he couldn’t read yet. He recognized “cold” on the second longest line.

“Any other power sources? Batteries?” Hannah asked.

The bike answered by typing on the faceshields. “No.”

“Shit,” Hannah whispered.

“What does this mean?” Chuck asked.

“This whole ship is only running on plant power. The biggest draw is for propulsion, staying up here, followed by the cold storage. The wrenchheads are targeting the plant bulbs and if Vash and Preacher Man can’t stop them—”

“Splat on the ground?”

“Yeah. And it is really irresponsible for them to run like this without any reserves.”

Chuck looked down at the bike’s gas tank. “Is it my fault we’re gonna crash?”

“What?”

“Mom says Dad and the uncles can’t fly spaceships.”

Hannah put her hand on his back. “That’s not because they’re mice; it’s because their skills on wheels do not transfer to flying. The ones at fault are the wrenchheads trying to hurt the plant angels. You got that?”

“Yeah.” He said softly. Hannah patted his back before pulling her hand back. He looked over at her. “So how can we help Vash stop the wrenchheads?”

“Vash put us on civilian protection duty.”

“Boring. Should we shove them into lifeboats?”

The bike took away the graph to type, “Life pod capacity does not meet the mobile population.”

“I was afraid of that. So nobody can get off this bus….” Hannah’s voice trailed off and she had on her thinking face. Then she switched to Martian. “{Bike, find the landing program and input current situation variables into the calculation of safest landing outcome.}”

“Calculation made. Landing possible 75 miles for New Oregon. Human input is required.”

That was a lot of words Chuck didn’t know but Hannah didn’t stop to explain them as she continued in Martian to the bike. “{From this terminal?}”

“Yes.”

“{Firewall landing program and this terminal and then boot up.}”

Chuck looked back at the crowd, but they were all focused on what Mr. Wolfwood was yelling at more puppets and not equipment turning on. That was sneaky good. But he needed to remind Hannah of something. “{They didn’t want to go down, Hannah.}”

“{Tough. Vash doesn’t want them to die and I don’t want to crash. They are outvoted.}”

Chuck wasn’t sure if that was how voting worked, but he didn’t want to crash either. The keyboard turned on along with the smaller screen attached to it. Hannah focused on the tech and Chuck turned sideways on the motorcycle’s seat to watch her back, just like if they had to take over some of Karbunkle’s tech back in Chicago.

“{Bike, keep the power going to cold storage and propulsion. We do not need them waking up in the middle of all this going on.}”

“Yes.”

Chuck turned back to watch Hannah type on the keyboard and stare intently at the screen. “{I hope you didn’t get Dad’s ability to crash spaceships,}” Chuck told her in Martian.

“{He never taught me how to drive a spaceship, so we should be good!}” She hunched over the keyboard in her concentrating posture.

Chuck snapped his mouth shut and turned back to the crowd so he could warn Hannah if they got mad. They were all still concentrating on the screen Doc had showing the wrenchheads and Vash and Mr. Wolfwood without any visuals. Didn’t they have cameras anywhere? Limburger always installed cameras when he had to rebuild his Tower.

“What is that?” Doc asked with rapid typing. “What? How are we moving? This room?”

The crowd of ship citizens mostly asked what Doc was talking about, but Meryl-ma’am and Milly-ma’am both whirled around. Meryl-ma’am’s eyes widened when she saw the lit keyboard and she stepped toward them. “Hannah.”

Chuck shook his head. “Don’t distract the driver.”

The crowd split as Doc twisted in his seat so he had a clear view of Chuck and Hannah. “What are you doing, child?”

“Shooting the hostage,” Hannah said.

“We’re doing the Speed battle plan!” They never had a chance to do that one. Chuck thrust both his arms up. “Aoooow!”

[probably-a-plant-thing]

The Law of Sin & Death

A stranger enters Devil's Peak

Thanks to @madbadash and @bluecoolr-main for beta reading, love you queens &lt;3

CW: none I can think of, will add if any are brought to my attention

Texan roads often felt like they stretched for miles.

Like you could drive in a direction and you’ll always run into a story. For John Carson, the road led him to a little town called Devil’s Peak in search of a missing young man. Tapping the wheel as The Reaper played over the stereo, he stared at the vast wasteland as it slowly melted into a forest around him. 

His current lead being that his target was last seen on a Greyhound bus for Austin, though according to the family and bus staff he never made it. Instead, the kid must have gotten off at some point sooner which led to where John was now.

Passing a beat-up and vandalized sign that read Devil’s Prick, he thought it was surely a mild schoolboy prank, but something John figured shouldn’t be left here as long as it clearly had. He entered the small rural town that was almost missable on maps.

The perfect place to go if you wanted to disappear, John thought as he pulled through the beat-up dirty town. It was rare he got cases from out of state, much less a liberal state like California, but sometimes a case is too good to pass up. Especially when the pay is something short of a lottery win.

John pulled up to a police station, raising a brow at the state of the spot. To him, the place looked like it could get knocked down from just a bad windstorm. He gave the dump a break only because of the hurricane that’d passed by months before. Getting his sunglasses from the console John exited his truck, and walked into the station. 

Admittedly it was nicer inside.

“How can I help you, Sir?” A young man asked, looking up at John from his desk. John smiled politely and extended a hand, which the other took in a firm handshake.

“Detective John Carson. What’s your name, son?” John asked, not one for small talk.

“Officer Conners, sir. What brings a detective around these parts?” Conners responded with a raised eyebrow. John couldn’t help a chuckle escaping him before crossing his arms.

“I’m looking for a young man who went missing around here. He was meant to be in a family home in Austin but apparently never made it. Got his parents right worried about him.” John explained, taking note of how Conners seemed to shift a bit when he’d mentioned the word missing. Maybe if questioned more he’d get something useful, though it’d probably be better if-

“What information do you have on who you’re looking for so far?” Conners cut through the old man’s thoughts, standing up from his desk.

“From what my clients have told me, he should be roughly age 29 and 5’9. He’s from out of state, California to be exact. Looking at his pictures, it’s hard to miss him.” John spoke in a short matter-of-fact tone, searching his pocket and revealing a set of folded up photos. Handing them to Officer Conners who opened and looked through the batch with mild interest. John couldn’t tell if there was any spark of recognition in the young man’s eyes, resulting in worry in the back of his mind. Could this town be yet another an empty thread?

“If he is here it’s in both out our best interest he is brought home, Officer. I believe my job would go much smoother if I could had a brief word with the Sheriff.” Jonathan finished with a little shrug, the polite smile never leaving his lips as he watched the other man closely. On the surface, Conners seemed like the type to want to rely on intimidation or possibly brute strength. It was something John would always admired in his years in the military, even if breaking the spirit was too easy at times. Mental fortitude of a heated spoon, John thought to himself as he took back his photos and watched Conners walk to another room, assumably to chat with his boss.

Taking the brief moment alone to glance around the station, his eyes were drawn to a board near the entrance. Just hidden enough that you wouldn’t notice it well on the way in, but it was unmistakable when John saw the posters and pictures. 

A missing persons board. 

Walking up to the old panel presented John with a few questions but also a few answers. He’d already been here a mere twenty minutes at most and now he knew exactly what type of situation he was finding himself in.

John was soon about to surround himself with a pair of moronic bafoons.

Posters on posters left John staring, to the point he hadn’t noticed when a door opened and Conners returned with the Sheriff. 

“Mr. Carson?” The new man’s voice brought John back to reality and a little bit of relief swept through him when he saw the man was closer to his own age. Nodding a little in acknowledgment, they exchanged a brief handshake.

“Conners says you’re on a missing persons case?”

“Exactly right. I just want your permission before combing through your little town here. After all, I don’t mean to cause an issue and overstay my welcome.” John assured, his friendly tone never wavering. Stealing a glance at this man’s nametag so he knew who he had to put up with. 

Sheriff Burke.

“Well, sir, I don’t think you’ll find him here. Devil’s Peak barely has a population so if he had shown up, we would have noticed.” The gruff man spoke, his voice tired from what John could recognize the underlying hurt, possibly even grief. 

A sad man by default that anyone with half a braincell could easily take advantage of.

“With all due respect, you don’t seem to have the best track record to notice either a rise or drop in population.” John mused, glancing back at the missing person board. Conners shifted a bit but kept his mouth shut which John appreciated. He wasn’t excited to hear whatever dimwitted response the officer would’ve come up with.

“Either way, it’s important I find this man as fast as I can.” John continued, resting his sunglasses on his head before looking back at the two dolts. “I’ve been warned that he’s a dangerous man. One of those unwell types with violent outbursts and I have a sneaking suspicion he’s been off his crazy pills for longer than anyone should.” Burke nodded in understanding, John sighing in soft relief that maybe things can go smoothly in this dirt town.

“So I have permission to poke around?” Burke sighed and gave a small nod before exchanging a look with Conners who went back to his desk.

“Step into my office, Detective. We can discuss further in there.”

tagging some moots: @rottent33th @the-pinstriped-hood @damien-mlm @kalid-raven @ajarofpickledtears

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[house-of-slayterr]

I forgot To Blink:

Part 2 of Blinky’s backstory for @myers-meadow-selfship

Cw: A tiny bit of ableism and verbal abuse, nothing too graphic. (Not me making this a vent fic 🤪)

Blinky’s POV:

We’d been sitting in this musty van all day, Jay insisted on smoking weed without opening a window. I could feel the slight buzz of a second hand high hitting me. But I stayed quiet, not like they would listen anyway. Darla was sat next to me and my brother by her side.

She finally womaned up and asked him out, and I have to say, I don’t know what she saw in him. But he was a little nicer when she was around, and I was grateful for that. Becky was fiddling with the radio, paying whatever popular garbage was current. And Jay drummed his hands against the wheel as he hummed along.

I could feel that familiar dooms day feeling crashing over me. It happened anytime a place got too loud or too stuffy. I thought I was doing a good job at hiding it, but I guess I screwed that up too. Darla turned to me and squeezed my hand lightly.

“You good?” She whispered.

I shook my head.

“Hey Jay, you think we can stop for some fresh air? I’m getting a little cramped back here.” She asked.

I was thankful she didn’t throw me under the bus. It confused me how someone so kind could be attracted to my brother. He barley even paid attention to her when they were together, unless they were making out or having sex. I doubt he even knew her favourite colour. It was obvious it was purple, she wore it almost everyday.

“We’re never gonna make it to the damn beach if we keep stopping.” My brother snapped.

“Relax dude, we need some gas anyways. We’ll just stop up ahead and you can get us more beer yeah?” Jay said.

It was typical the person driving got to make the decisions on a road trip. Or so I’d read. My brother just grumbled. We pulled into a desolate little stop. There were only 4 gas pumps, and the pavement was sun bleached. It’s the type of place you’d typically want to avoid. But right now I would walk face first into a sharks mouth if it meant getting out of this damn car.

I watched as Jay took the keys out of the ignition and stepped unbuckled. He was about to open the door when I spoke up.

“You can’t pump your own gas here, you’ll get a fine.” I warned.

“Oh, thanks.” He said simply, hopping out and heading toward the door to go get someone.

But before he made it across the parking lot, someone was already on their way over. They probably don’t get a lot of visitors. The man had an odd appearance, at least for a day job. He kinda looked like a clown, and I giggled slightly to myself.

“What a freak.” My brother commented.

Reminding me of my already sour mood. He grabbed Darla’s hand and dragged her inside. I followed behind and left Becky in the front seat. Last thing I needed was to be trapped alone in a conversation with her. Talking with her was made me want to smash my head into a brick wall. She only cared about material things, and skin care. One more comment about how I’d look nicer if I just put on some mascara and I was going to rip out all my eyelashes just to spite her. Being seen as “pretty” served me no interest, I didn’t want to attract boys, or any attention really.

I shuffled into the gas station, looking around. It seemed like some sort of gift store, one stop shop combo. Guess it made sense, there wasn’t much for miles. Best to be the store that has everything so you make all the profits. I could feel eyes on me when I entered. I could always tell when someone was watching, it gave that uncomfortable feeling that made your skin crawl. I believe that was what people were referring to when they talked about “goosebumps”. Emotions were hard for me to understand, no one could ever explain them to me.

I tried to ignore it, still calming down from the anxiety of travelling somewhere I didn’t know. I don’t even know why my brother brought me along. I hated the beach and everything it brought with it. The hot sand, the salty water, the slimy stones or seaweed or little fish that caught you off guard. Not to mention the shallow boys doing stupid things to impress girls, but really it’s just a show for their friends. And the half naked girls throwing themselves at any guy with a little muscle. It simply wasn’t my scene. But Mother always insisted I go along with him, hoping I’d make a friend and stop being her problem. That’s all I ever really was to them, a problem.

My eyes landed on some colourful packaging and I stalked over to it. They were sour gummy worms! I loved sour Candy! In my excitement I seemed to forget who I was in the company of a si approached the counter. My brother yelled at me in annoyance and stomped after of the store after paying for his beer. Darla followed after him like a puppy dog. I looked through my pockets to see if I had any money left. Jay left his wallet in the car at the last dinner so I paid for dinner. I had just wanted to leave. I sighed when I realised I didn’t have anything left. My money for the entire trip wasted. As I was about to put it back, the man from behind the counter held out his hand. I looked at him confused.

I attempted to explain to him I didn’t have enough money and was just going to put them back. But it seemed like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Why was he being so nice? It wasn’t a very smart business move to sell a product for less than it was worth. By the looks of this place, they weren’t making enough money from stray tourists. I sighed handing him my necklace. He could think of it as a tip, he seemed like a hard worker. I gave a tight lipped smile before I walked back to the car.

My brother was behind the wheel now and it seemed he was eager to leave this place. I watched as we pulled into an old rundown motel. I stayed behind as they talked to the receptionist and got the keys. I leaned up against the side of the van.

“The fuck are you laying around for? Get the bags in the room!” My brother snapped, tossing me the key.

I didn’t waste any time, knowing I could rest soon if I got it done. I heard Becky’s ear piercing laughter as I struggled to drag the last bag inside. Despite the no smoking sign on the outside of the door, Jay had already lit another joint and was passing it around the room.

“Thanks for bringing in our bags.” Darla said.

At least someone appreciated my efforts. I slumped down against the wall in the back corner.

“Wanna hit?” Jay asked.

I opened my mouth to speak, but my brother beat me too it.

“Don’t waste your good weed on them man. They wouldn’t even know the difference.”

Jay just shrugged, taking another hit. I tuned out the noise as I slumped back against the wall. This corner wasn’t too bad, at least the carpet was kinda soft. There were two queen beds, and it made sense the couples would get them. I just prayed they had the decency to not get all handsy in their cross faded stupor. I could ignore casual conversation, but Becky was a loud moaner, well she was loud all around. But if I had to over hear her shagging Jay one more time, I was going to pull a Van Gogh and cut off my ear. Fuck it, might even become a hermit too, it beat this bullshit.

We were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Fran-“ my brother began.

“Already on it!” I snapped.

I shouldn’t of felt bad, he deserved it. But I hated when my overstimulation ruined the mood.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“Babe, just drop it.” Darla plead.

Had to say, this was the one time I was thankful she was pulling him in for a kiss. As long as it kept him quiet and attention off me. I opened the door to see a girl standing there. She was quiet pretty, and I liked her cowboy hat.

“Nice hat.” I said, before I could even stop myself.

She giggled.

“We’ll hey there cutie!” She smiled at me.

I couldn’t help but blush, no one had ever called me cute. Not even when I was a baby, my mother always said my brother was the cuter offspring. Something about me not looking right when I came out. She said my fucked up head showed on the outside. It seems I got distracted because she giggled again.

“You ok there sugar plum? You’re redder then a life guards nose.”

I was utterly embarrassed.

“People do often forget to put sunscreen on their noses.”

“You’re funny, I like you.” She said.

“Frances, who the fuck is at the door?”

I groaned. I saw a slight shift in her face, but I couldn’t discern it. I wasn’t all that good at reading people.

“Well I was just about to tell this sweet little thing here that all the restaurants in town are closed for the night. You met my brother down there at the station, and my Mama suggested I invite you folks over for some dinner. Ya must me starving after all the driving.”

She gave a dazzling smile.

“Oh, that’s kind of you.” Darla commented, trying to decline in a polite way. “But I think we’re alright.”

“Ya sure, Mama’s awful excited to have some guest. We don’t get many visitors round here. It be no trouble at all.”

But she wasn’t talking to Darla, she was looking right at Jay. I rolled my eyes slightly when I watched his fall down to her chest and move back up to her eyes.

“I could eat!” He said.

“Better than these chips.” Becky agreed. “Besides this idiot been drinking all afternoon, don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to him puking cause he went to be on an empty stomach.”

Darla showed some apprehension, but agreed none the less. “I guess I am sort of hungry, babe?”

“Hope your brother has better table manners than he does customer service skills.”

“Then it’s settled, you folks follow me.” She said.

“I don’t believe we got your name, I’m Jason.” Jay shamelessly flirted.

I never understood how someone could do that right in front of the person they supposedly “loved.” But it seems that’s something I would never understand.

“You can call me Baby, Sugar, everyone in town does.”

The glare plastered on Becky’s face wasn’t surprising. I followed up the back, letting them handle the bulk of the small talk. Baby kept stealing glances at me and I couldn’t tell for the life of me why. I just kept my gaze on my shoes. The house was just as run down as the store, if not more. But it had good bones. Must have been made sometimes in the late 1800’s by the looks of it. A little paint and it would be good as new.

It smelled nice when we entered, whatever Baby’s mom was cooking smelt lovely. I relaxed a little, glad to be back out of the Texas heat. As I leaned against the door frame, I sent another smile smile to the man from the store. It was actually kind of nice to see him again. I sat down next to Baby as dinner was served.

A smile smile graced my face as I listened in to the dinner talk. Everyone was actually being pleasant for once. And our hosts accents were smooth and buttery. It felt homey, well, more like the opposite of home. And I guess that’s what I liked about it. I noticed they took a liking to pet names, throwing them out every other sentence. My head grew a little heavy, but I suppose it was getting kind of late. Suddenly Jay collapsed into his food. I starred at him bewildered.

I mean I head of people passing out after smoking too much weed, but that seemed dramatic. I once realised that wasn’t what was happening when the others looked as confused as I was. No, not confused, sacred. Becky looked horrified. But more importantly my brother looked livid. I couldn’t even comprehend half the things he shouted at me. I watched helplessly as one by one his friends fell, but he was too focused screaming at me to care. I was seconds away from having a meltdown but I tied my best to stifle it. I could feel my brain slipping away into dissociation.

As if to answer my silent prayers, the man from the gas station smashed a bottle over his head. I couldn’t stop the trembling before it started. I was so confused and upset and nothing made sense right now. And I could feel all eyes in the room on me. Baby said something to break the silence but I couldn’t really comprehend it fully.

My medicine? What did they give me? My brain felt sluggish and slow, but I couldn’t help by lean into her warm touch. It was so gentle, unlike anything I’d ever known. Despite my best efforts my eyes closed and all the sounds faded away.

I woke up in a bed. The events of last night came rushing back to me and I shot up. I was still wearing yesterdays clothes. I threw the blanket off to see my shoes were still on. I took stock of myself, I didn’t notice any new scrapes or busies. I wasn’t bleeding, I didn’t wake up in an ice bath with my kidney missing. So things could certainly be worse. I crept my way over to the door and tried the handle, but it was locked.

Of course it was locked, idiot. Everyone was just drugged by a bunch of strangers. But why? I wasn’t hurt, but perhaps it was foolish to assume the others were as fortunate. I heard footsteps from down the hall and ran back to the bed, throwing the blanket over my head and slowing my breathing. I’d done it thousands of times before, when I didn’t want my mother to know I’d stayed up passed my bed time. I heard the click of a door opening.

“Aww, they’re still sleeping Otis, look.” Baby whispered.

All I could hear was a grunt in response from the man who was supposedly Otis.

“It should have warn off by now.” He said.

“Maybe they’re just tired, poor thing looked like they hadn’t slept in days. Their eye bags made them look like a racoon.” She giggled.

“Baby, what are you doin?” He asked.

“I wanna play with my new friend Otis, stop being such a cocksucker.” She hissed.

I felt the bed dip and then a hand on my shoulder, shaking me ‘awake’. I decided it was best to play along and slowly opened my eyes, feigning a small young.

“Good morning sleepy head!” She greeted cheerfully.

“Cool it with the volume Baby, christ they just woke up. People don’t want to deal with you barbie personality first thing in the morning.” He jabbed at her.

“It’s ok.” I said softly.

She glared at him almost as if to say “you see, it’s fine.”

“How ya feelin? Sorry things got a little… intense, last night.” She said.

A little intense, what at odd way to recount last nights events. I decided I didn’t want to beat around the bush.

“Did you- did you kill them?” I asked.

Otis stiffened at this, uncrossing his arms from his chest and almost instinctively moving to block the door. Like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“Sure did Puppy! Your little friends weren’t so friendly.”

“They weren’t my friends.” I corrected.

She raised her eyebrow at me.

“You called them my friends, they were my brothers friends.”

“Oh, so then that piece of shit is your brother.” Otis said.

“Is? Not was…”

“You got a brain on you kid, yeah, fuckers still alive. Much to my distaste.”

“How come?” I asked curiously.

The two shared a look between them. What, did I say something wrong? I was always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and getting in trouble for it. I mentally prepared myself to be scolded.

“You know, I give Otis here shit all the time, but brothers ain’t supposed to be like that.” Baby said.

“They aren’t?”

I looked to Otis to see him frown and shake his head.

“He like that all the time?” He asked me.

I nodded. “He was actually on his best behaviour yesterday. He nice in front of people.”

“Nice?” He scoffed. “Your brother wouldn’t know nice if it bit him in the dick!”

I giggled a little at that. I liked Otis, he was funny.

“You think that’s funny?” He asked.

Baby was smiling at me and I couldn’t help but blush again. It was odd to have so much positive attention on me.

“It’s a little funny” I admitted shamefully.

Otis dropped his guard a little, moving closer to the bed.

“Are you going to kill me?” I asked sadly.

I mean I suppose if anyone was to do it, I’d want it to be them. They were so nice, maybe they would make it quick. Suddenly Baby’s hands were on my face, gripping my cheeks.

“Don’t you ever say something like that again! Of course not you sweet baby. Why would anybody ever what to hurt a cute little thing like you?” She said.

Her tone was sweet, but her hands were forceful. I could tell I upset her and I wanted to cry. I really didn’t mean to.

“I’m sorry, I always fuck these things up, my brother was right.” I said.

Otis sat on the other side of me on the bed.

“Nothing out of that gutter trashes mouth is right, ya hear? The fuck did he tell you?” He sounded angry too.

I held back my tears, starring forward at the wall, afraid if I blinked they’d finally fall.

“He and Mother always said no one would ever love me because I’m Autistic. I make everyone uncomfortable and I do things that aren’t right. I don’t understand a lot of things, and it’s really hard. But I promise I’m trying.” I said.

Their silence was the loudest thing I ever heard. It made my skin crawl and my ears hot. I just wanted them to say something, anything. Even if it was just them changing their minds. I get it, I’d just be a burden anyways. I jumped slightly when Baby touched me, expecting her to grab my arm harshly. But instead she just pulled back and sighed.

“I’m going to fucking kill that shit for brains.” She muttered.

“Look, kid-“ Otis started.

I turned to him, giving aggressive eye contact. I didn’t mean to, I just didn’t know where else to look right now. I watched him tense and internally cringed. Great job proving your point dumb ass.

“Your brothers an idiot. Shit, I’m pretty sure Baby here has what your fancy city doctors call ADHD-“

“Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder?” I asked, my interest piqued.

“Was that even English?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said, confused.

“That was a joke- I. Point is, seems to me like your plenty lovable. Shit, ya got me over here feeling bad and shit. And that ain’t easy. We’re not gonna let anyone hurt ya Kid. Fuck, we need a name for ya!” He groaned in frustration.

“How bout Blinky?” Baby pipped up, her chipper mood returning.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Cause they don’t blink. Think I’ve only seen em blink twice since they opened those pretty little eyes.” She giggled.

“Oh, sorry.” I said.

A few tears finally fell when I closed my eyes and I groaned. I hated crying, my tears were always hot and they burned my skin. I frustratedly wiped them away with my sweater sleeve.

“Aww shit Sugar, don’t cry.” Baby said.

“I’m not, they just do that sometimes.” I said.

She giggled once more. Apparently a noise she made quite frequently. But her laugh wasn’t annoying like Becky’s, so I didn’t mind all that much.

“I- I like Blinky.” I said seriously, giving her a small smile.

“Then it’s settled! Spaulding already agreed you could stay. Course, he said I gotta take care of you. But I’m so excited to have a little sibling finally! We’re gonna have so much fun together Blinky Firefly!!” She squealed.

She pulled me into a tight hug, and I stiffened.

“Alright, release them you python.” Otis joked, “don’t think they can breath.”

“Oops.”

“Welcome to the family Blinky. Not sure I can say the same for your blood, he’ll be gone by morning you just say the word.” Otis offered.

“I think I’d like that, yes.” I answered honestly.

“You’ll fit in just fine here.” He said, ruffling my hair before leaving the room.

“Go easy on em Baby, don’t want to scare em away.”

He made his leave. She grabbed my hand and started dragging me to the door.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Can’t be a Firefly looking that that, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I certainly had a lot of change to get used to. But somehow it didn’t seem so scary. I think I’ll like it here.

An: Not sure if Texas specially fallows the gas rule, but for the purposes of the story we’re going to not fact check me on that, lol 😂 Also, I want to make it very clear that I don’t think any of these things about Autistic people. These are just things I’ve heard as an autistic person.

[alyjojo]

Love Reading 🦥 - September 2023 - Aquarius

Singles:

Overall energy: 2 Wands

How you will meet: 4 Pentacles & 5 Wands

How they will treat you: 3 Cups

Long-term Potential: The Sun, Ace of Swords, Knight of Wands

Oracle:

Sword and Rose 🗡️🌹

- Clarity & truth

- Revelations

- Honor & protection

- Determination

Phoenix 🔥

- New phase & rekindle

- Renew & growth

- Changed mind

- Rise from ashes

You already know this person, I get they’re probably a friend, they’re someone you have positive nostalgic memories with, you could have known them a long time. They’re going through something painful that you’re sitting on the sidelines, watching them go through. Could be a breakup or a divorce, and you’re just keeping quiet initially, waiting for this other person to get out of your way 😆 Plotting and planning with 2 Wands, how you’re going to approach them, ask them out, what/how to say what you want to say. You protect your energy while they’re in the thick of some upset in their life, there’s fighting and competition, a lot of drama, you expect there to be a painful ending that’s probably deserved, and you’ll just wait for that to come. Not getting your hands dirty (smart thinking).

How they treat you is like a friend, but celebrating with you, getting together. You could actually be asking them out, and they’re happy to have a chance to reconnect with you. Initially it’s probably some venting and defensive energy about what they’re going through, they trust you enough to let it ALL out, whatever they’re feeling. And you’re being 100% transparent with your intentions, you like them but you’re a supportive friend first & foremost, over here like “yeah fk that person, why I outta…” 😆 This is cute.

Long term, eventually you’ll come out with the feelings of passion & desire, you really like them, really want them, things will heat up and you’ll shoot your shot. Maybe a little impulsively, spontaneously, or they could too. Or it could start that way, one of you wants to take it to the next level, and will. 4 Wands clarifying is a stable connection, they feel safe with you, that’s your intention, and it’s a beautiful thing. Whatever your connection is, 4 Wands would be “the next step”, and that’s what you’re focused on with 2 Wands, one step at a time with this one 🧡

Messages -

Their side:

- You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.

- I’m always thinking about our memories.

Your side:

- Mama’s Boy / Daddy’s Girl

- Obsessed with YOU 😳

Signs you may be dealing with:

Heavy Leo, Aries, Cancer & Gemini

Couples:

Overall energy: Queen of Cups

Current: Ace of Pentacles

Challenge: Knight of Wands rev

How they feel about you: Page of Swords

How you feel about them: Wheel of Fortune

Outcome: 3 Pentacles

Wow this is complicated. Okay so, either you’re in a kinky threesome sort of situation, because one night stand comes up in the oracles…being fluid and sleeping with a couple? Or you’re loosely interested in a married/coupled up person and having to deal with an upset ex. If this is a throuple arrangement, you could’ve been paid for it, sex work?, or you could all literally be dating each other, because in that case, I’m not sure WHO is actually “your person” here. For example, if a woman is flipping out about her man, I get you kinda chuckling to yourself because no, you’re actually into HER, not him 😆

Or this Queen is in the midst of a divorce/break-up, her person is really into you, and if so this is like…the very beginning. They feel you’re a backstabber, betrayer, home wrecker, you’ve been devising evil schemes and just want their money, their life, I mean the worst of the worst. You’re going to have to talk to this person. The challenge is dealing with erratic behavior and overcoming this successfully, by being nice. Possibly giving them money, a gift, or giving them something that’s equal, and fair. Maybe a car? Or money for a car, helping to fix one, could be plane tickets, bus tickets, you’re helping them in some practical & tangible way when they want to put your head on a spike. I keep hearing a song I’ll put at the end of this, over and over.

For the actual relationship, this person sees you as someone they like to talk to, they find you very interesting and are turned on by your brain, probably how they got you, they like the way you think and communicate. And they think you’re really hot & want to mess around too - Ace of Wands. Again, there could’ve just been a sexual arrangement or something, I keep getting “an arrangement” and they feel like they’ve been honest with that, or you have. Y’all are why “it’s complicated” exists. How you feel is that things are constantly changing and you don’t really have any expectations or “plans” for where this goes. Karma can be being shown, maybe being afraid of hurting others and it coming back on you. You seem to be trying to be kind and understand where this erratic person is coming from. King of Cups follows, relating to “your person” (I assume), and you’re taking it reaaaally slow, not rushing anything. You’re kinda just handing them the reins to decide whether or not they’re going to handle their person & this situation correctly, because you’re not interested in that, though you’re being nice when it’s necessary. Outcome for mid-Oct, everyone is cooperating with each other as best as possible considering the situation being whatever this is…if there’s split custody or something, everyone is working together. If you’re into the Queen, you’re telling her that like “calm down”. Soothing her nerves, being loving to everyone involved, and letting the chips fall however they fall. The World shows a natural ending of a cycle, the best kind, hopefully everyone is on the same page going forward regarding any conflict & craziness.

For a more…normal story I’m also getting, there could be an outside family member or friend in trouble, and you or your person is stepping in to help. If that’s the case, your person could be the one feeling defensive over you impulsively or suddenly running off to “save” someone, or give them money, and you’re like “get over it”, but everyone will end up working together and getting along by the end of this 🧡 Doesn’t feel like the main story, what’s normal?

Messages -

Their side:

- Married

- I need a BREAK from this

Your side:

- Soothing presence 😌

- I’ve never met anyone like you.

Oracles -

Key on a Ring 🔑

- Many options

- Unconventional

- One night stand

- String along

Coffin ⚰️

- New beginnings

- Liberation

- Reborn & transition

- Tragic endings

Signs you may be dealing with:

Cancer, Leo, Taurus, Capricorn, Gemini & Sagittarius

[thebearcathideout]

My Rite of Passage: Taking My Road Test

Today, I took a road test! Here are the trials and tribulations it took for me to get there, and how it went.

Me on the bus. I’m holding a reference sheet for driving, and my “Pre-licensing Certificate” that is required for the road test.

I woke up at 8:39 AM. My mom woke up around the same time as me as part of her daily routine, and we had agreed to take the same bus ride she takes to go to work.

The night before, my brother and I had set up a reference sheet full of driving info. My brother had taken his road test four days ago, and while he didn’t pass, he was eager and willing to share what he remembered from his experience with me. The reference sheet contained info on parallel parking, three-point turns, speed limits, stop signs, and left- and right-turns. All of this was information I already knew, but it was to jog my memory on the day of the test (that’s what reviewing is).

Everyone needs to take their road test eventually. It’s required for one to get their driver’s license. Well, I hadn’t successfully passed mine yet. I’d taken a road test once before, but I’ll get to that later.

My road test would start at 1 PM, but my driving instructor arranged to take me in his car to the site at Kissena at 9:30 AM. That’s why we took the bus to Main Street. There, my mom and I bought breakfast, and I could hang out at her workplace while I ate.

The place where we bought breakfast.

For breakfast, I ate two steamed pork buns, stir-fried flat rice noodles, and a cup of hot milk tea. The instructor then updated me that he was picking me up at 11 AM, so to pass the time, I watched a YouTube reading of My Immortal (wow, it’s crazy how many times they screw in this fanfic).

At 10:41 AM, I headed out to meet my instructor where his car was parked. He was part of a driving school, and I'd been taking driving lessons from him for the past few weeks.

The instructor, and two other guys from the driving school. He's on the right, while the ones on the left are students that were also taking the road test with me. (The three of them gave me permission to use this photo.)

There were two others in the car with me, both of them were students of the driving school, all taking the road test the same day I was. They were roughly older than me, and all of them primarily spoke Chinese.

The reason this was the second road test I was going to, was because I failed my first one due to failing to SEE A STOP SIGN. What a blunder! That road test I had taken with a different driving school, but my current one was different.

The road test site at Kissena.

When everyone was ready, we drove to the road test site. Unfortunately, I wasn’t allowed to take any photos during my road test, so I can’t show any for that. Hm, not being allowed to take photos? You know, courtrooms don’t allow journalists to take photos during court trials. That’s why they have “courtroom sketches,” where artists are brought in to sketch what they see. I wonder if there could be something like a “courtroom sketch” for what I saw at my road test today.

A “courtroom sketch” for what I saw at my road test today. The instructor is visible in the reflection on the dashboard, wearing a reflective vest and holding a pen and clipboard. My hand is on the steering wheel, the dashboard is behind it and the rearview mirror is visible above, and the road is ahead of me. (This is totally not traced over an existing photo.)

Huh. Well that’s handy.

Unfortunately, while I did do better than my 1st time, I ultimately didn’t pass the road test. I won’t bore you with listing off all the mistakes I made, although I told them to my instructor and the other students with me, and they agreed that what I was telling them were mistakes. Viewing my result online at 6 PM all but solidified that.

One of the notable locations during my road test: I stopped too hard at this stop sign.

So if you’ve taken your road test before (or you’ve taken more than one) what were your thoughts on it? Do you have stories of embarrassing mistakes you made during a road test that are so ridiculous you want to make sure no one makes them again?

[harmonictechnicality]

Eddie discovers his ability to control dreams by mistake. All he wanted was to sleep off the shadows and storm clouds. Close his eyes and take a breath because he doesn’t breathe anymore. He doesn’t need to.

Something else keeps him alive now and he can hear it moving throughout him. Sloshing in his bloodstream and stealing his humanity. If he looks close enough, he can see black pulses underneath his wrists, right where his veins use to be.

Sleep never finds him, but nightmares do. They’re never his nightmares either - they belong to his friends. Some of them, like Dustin, have memory fueled nightmares: haunting events that are similar to ones that occurred in the Upside Down.

But others, like Lucas, have premonition-based nightmares: Max flatlining in a hospital bed or his sister getting mindflayed.

Neither form of nightmare is less torturous than the other.

Eddie hates consuming their trauma in a dreamlike state. They can’t even rest properly because of all this monster bullshit. It’s not fair. And it’s not fair that he can only spend time with them in such an intruding way. Like he’s infiltrating their darkest secrets and watching their struggles as a fucking audience member.

It’s daytime and he only has one friend who sleeps while the sun is up: Steve Harrington. Eddie shuts his eyes and searches for the familiar face.

Steve’s nightmares are driven by his greatest fears. Rejection. Dying alone. Total isolation. The settings are always so eerily normal. A Hawkins classroom. The bathroom of a house party. Driving his car. Sitting in his own bedroom.

In this current dream, Steve is waiting at a bus stop. He sticks a cigarette between his lips and fumbles through his pockets, searching for a lighter.

“Here you go.” A nearby voice says. “You can borrow mine.”

Eddie is next to him on the bench now, offering Steve a black lighter case. But it’s not the real Eddie.

It’s the nightmare version of Eddie.

Steve casually thanks Nightmare Eddie and takes the lighter. The flame is black as well, but Steve seems unfazed by this detail. He just inhales the cigarette and stares at the empty road in front of him.

“I don’t usually see you at this bus stop,” Nightmare Eddie is monotone. Stoic.

Steve let’s out the smoke, watches it fade. “My car broke down.”

“No it didn’t.” Nightmare Eddie is sneering and his voice is almost an octave deeper than it normally is.

“Yes it did.”

“Why are you lying, Steve?”

“I’m not!” Steve starts to raise his voice.

“You shouldn’t be here!” Nightmare Eddie matches Steve’s volume.

“What?”

“You don’t belong here!”

“How do you know?”

Nightmare Eddie points at the Bus Stop sign. “Because this stop is the last one.”

The sign’s letters change to read: It’s Over.

“This route takes you to the last stop of your life.” Nightmare Eddie pauses. Waits for Steve to respond. “Is that what you want, Steve?”

Steve is quiet when he says it:

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“No.” Steve stands up from the bench. “I don’t know what I want!”

Nightmare Eddie peers down the road and looks back at Steve. “Well you better figure out what you want. Because here comes our ride.”

The bus screeches down the road, clunky awful noises. Steve continues to stare straight ahead. Barely reacting to anything.

As the brakes halt in front of the bench, Nightmare Eddie skips onto the bus with no hesitation. Steve glances at the wheels before he brings his gaze up to the open door. He takes a step forward and stops again. A few more moments go by before the bus driver honks impatiently, which shocks Steve into a rash decision. He takes another few steps towards the bus and that’s when it happens.

“Steve, stop!” Eddie runs into the road. Real Eddie.

It works. Steve stops walking, so Eddie hurries over to him. He takes Steve’s hand, determined to ground him and his thoughts into staying. Never letting him leave on that damn bus.

“Eddie?” Steve blinks hard.

“It’s me.” Eddie doesn’t blink. Can’t look away from Steve’s conflicted expression. “I’m right here.”

The bus drivers lays down the horn again.

“Oh, fuck off!” Eddie yells, broadly waving his hand in front of the headlights. As he does this, the bus disappears.

Interesting.

He tries waving again, this time, at the sign. Gradually, the sign turns into floating particles that eventually disappear as well.

Eddie is making all the bad go away. Eddie can stop the nightmares.

“Please let me help, Steve.” Eddie loosens his grip around Steve’s fingers, but doesn’t let go completely.

“How?” There’s so much fear and agony in Steve’s eyes.

“I have an idea.”

There's a shared memory from their past that Eddie can use as dream setting, visualizing it in his own mind before offering into Steve's subconscious mind.

It's from their sixth grade class field trip. Eddie and Steve were in the same tour group - it was the first time they spent the whole day together.

"The aquarium?" Steve is awestruck. Closely watching the tanks of mellow waves of water. Eyes shifting to each colorful fish that flutters by his gaze. It's the first time Eddie has seen Steve calm in weeks.

"Do you remember this day?" Eddie rubs Steve’s back. The physical comfort he gives to Steve is equally for himself as well. He's so miserably lonely in this place.

Steve nods, never looking away from the exhibits. "I remember."

Underneath the shades of moving blues, Steve's complexion looks ethereal. An aquatic angel. His halo is cracked and Eddie wants to minimize the damage. Make him glow again.

"We sat in this exact spot for over an hour." Eddie motions for Steve to join him on the floor. They're facing a wall-sized tank. The fish look prehistoric, larger than life and swimming slowly. "I'll always remember what you told me that day."

"What did I say?" Steve finally looks at him.

The memory is visceral for Eddie. He could play it in his mind like a video tape, fast-forwarding to the good parts.

"You told me how much you loved swimming. How it made you feel like Superman. You said, ‘Humans don’t get to fly like superheroes. They get to swim instead.’ Which is pretty profound for an eleven year old.” Eddie nudges him and Steve almost smiles. Almost.

“I wish…” Steve trails off. “I wish you were still alive.”

Eddie places his hand over his heart. Thinks about it pumping toxins now instead of blood. “Yeah. Me too.”

"I can't believe you remembered what I told you years ago." Steve scoots his hand closer to Eddie's, ghosting his pinky finger over his open palm. The warmth of the touch almost feels like this is reality and not a dream. Like Eddie is back in Hawkins and not this stormy hellscape.

"You're hard to forget, Steve Harrington." Eddie lets his fingers close over top of Steve's pinky. Lets this moment feel tangible.

“Seeing you again is nice.”

“It is?”

“Really nice.”

Steve finally smiles. No more traces of the nightmare are left in his sleep realm. Eddie was able to give him a serene moment, however brief that may be. Steve is finally dreaming peacefully.

“Then I’ll stay until you wake up.” Eddie says quietly. He already knows that Steve is in the waking up process; the scenery around them is fading away into rays of light. He won't remember this place - this stage stuck between awake and asleep.

“Wake up?”

“Yes.” Now Eddie and Steve are fading away too. “And I’ll see you in your next dream too.”

“Promise?” Steve’s voice is distant.

"Promise."

The bright light takes over Eddie’s vision, forcing him to open his eyes quickly. Steve is officially awake.

This changes everything. Eddie can manipulate nightmares and turn them into lovely dreams. He can speak to his friends. He can tell his uncle he loves him. He can hug everyone that he cares about.

It’s not as satisfying as actual communication and affection. But until Eddie can find a way to return back to Hawkins, he can protect his friends from their bad dreams.

He can shield them from their own worst nightmares.

[katsu28]

frayed

pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

summary: basically just a reader insert into 3x05 where Y/N is the one to calm Isaac down instead of Scott

warnings: mentions of blood, some fighting

a/n: I still wholeheartedly believe that the writers not bringing back Isaac for at least a few more episodes is a goddamn crime 😤 I miss my broken white boy

add yourself to my taglist! (i'll shut up about it soon i promise) no i won't lmao :D

“Remind me what we’re following the track team to their meet?” You sighed, slumping against the headrest in the backseat of Allison's car. You’d been unwillingly looped into an impromptu road trip with Allison and Lydia, currently in the middle of nowhere and following the ugly yellow school bus down the dusty highway.

“After what happened last night, I’m not letting Scott out of my sight.” Allison huffed, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. She caught your skeptical eyebrow raise in the rear-view mirror and shot you a pointed look. “I’m not being overprotective, Y/N. I’m just…a concerned friend.”

“Right, because concerned friends lie to their dad and follow their ex-boyfriends to another city to make sure they’re okay. Not overprotective at all, got it.”

“Hey, don’t complain, Y/N,” Lydia twisted around in the front seat, a playfully smile gracing her lips. “Now you get to see Isaac.” She sing-songed, winking at you. You flipped her off, eliciting a snicker from your two best friends.

“Yeah, what’s the deal with you two anyways?” Allison chimed in.

“What deal? There’s no deal.” You crossed your arms over your chest, looking out the window.

“Oh please, everyone knows you two are into each other.”

“The bus is pulling over.” You grumbled.

“Don’t try to change the subject—”

“No, Al, the bus is actually pulling over!” You exclaimed, leaning forward between the two front seats and pointing at the school bus, which was indeed pulling off the highway into a rest area. Allison swore, jerking the wheel to veer off the road and into the parking lot.

The three of you climbed out of the car as the track team unloaded off the bus, and you immediately saw Scott and Stiles stumbling towards you. Stiles was more or less supporting all of his best friend’s body weight, Scott’s head beginning to droop like he’d run out of the energy to hold himself upright.

“His Alpha claw marks aren’t healing like they should be.” Stiles panted, letting out a sigh of relief when Lydia looped Scott’s other arm around her shoulders to help.

“We need to stitch them up.” You blurted, drawing nods from everyone.

Allison tossed her keys at you, jerking her head towards her car. “I can do it. Get him to the bathroom. Y/N, go grab my bag from the car, I’ve got a small first-aid kit in there.”

You all went your separate ways, and by the time you got the bag to them, people were already starting to get back on the bus.

“Guys, Coach is loading people back onto the bus, we need to work fast.” You informed them, eyes widening at the sight of Scott nodding off on the floor. “Stiles, can you go stall?”

“You say that like I talk too much,” Stiles huffed, but sobered up immediately when you glared at him. “Yeah, okay, fine. I’ll figure something out. C’mon, Lydia.” The two of them disappeared outside while you and Allison crouched over a nearly unconscious Scott. You watched as her hands shook so badly that she couldn’t thread the needle.

“I—I can’t—” She spluttered, shaking her head.

“Hey, look at me.” You said firmly. She turned to you with wide eyes. “You can do this, okay? You know what to do, I know you do, because I’ve seen you do it before. This? This is light work. You got this.” Allison nodded, taking a deep breath and steadying her hands. The needle threaded on the first try, and she set to work sewing up Scott’s wound.

Footsteps echoed through the bathroom, and a panicked looking Stiles stumbled around the corner. “Y/N, we have a slight situation.” He blurted. You scrambled to your feet, assuring Allison that you’d get the situation under control before hurrying outside alongside Stiles.

Over by the school bus, there were students crowded around in a circle, yelling and jeering at something you couldn’t see until you pushed through to the center.

Isaac was knelt over Ethan Steiner, delivering blow after blow to his face with no remorse, just punch after punch, after punch, until Ethan’s face was bloody and he couldn’t fight back anymore.

“Isaac!” You exclaimed, grabbing Isaac’s raised fist and tugging on it. Probably a really bad idea, seeing as when he looked up at you, his face was set into a fanged snarl, eyes blazing yellow. “You need to calm down. Right now.”

You didn't know if it was something in your voice, but whatever it was had Isaac’s eyes fading back to their normal clear blue, and he let you pull him off Ethan. Danny rushed to the other boy’s side, propping him up with an appalled look at Isaac.

“What the hell were you thinking, Lahey?” Coach Finstock yelled, throwing his arms up in exasperation. Isaac ignored him, wrenching his arm out of your grip and stalking away with his hands lodged into his hair. “Where’s he going?”

“I got him, Coach.” You muttered, not waiting for a response before jogging after the blond boy.

Had you been listening, you would’ve heard the older man wonder aloud where the hell you’d come from.

Isaac stopped at a bench a little ways away, slumping onto it with his head buried in his hands. You approached him tentatively, taking a seat at the other end of the wooden bench, giving him his space but still being close enough to have a conversation.

“Are you okay?” You asked gently.

There was a terse silence before Isaac answered. “No,” He mumbled, not looking up from his dust streaked boots. “I’m not okay.” You put a hand on his shoulder, and although his muscles tensed up for a second, he didn’t pull away.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Isaac let out a long breath through his nose, finally meeting with your eyes with what had to be one of the most guilt filled looks you’d ever seen, and it made your heart lurch.

“If I hadn’t called Derek and told him that Scott was meeting with Deucalion, he wouldn’t have been there last night. And he’d still be alive.”

“That wasn’t your fault, Isaac.” You said softly, sliding across the bench and lacing your fingers with his comfortingly. “If Derek hadn’t been there, you and Scott could’ve died. And if you’re gonna blame anyone, blame Deucalion and his pack, not yourself.”

“Ethan and his brother are part of Deucalion’s pack.”

“Oh. Why doesn’t anyone ever tell me these things?” You huffed, squinting at him. Isaac let out a shaky chuckle, the beginnings of a smile blooming on his face. “Then I’m sorry for pulling you off him.”

“No, no, you were right to,” He sighed, looking down at your entwined hands. “I probably would’ve killed him if you hadn’t stepped in, so…thank you. I just—I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that Derek’s really gone, and I saw Ethan being all happy with Danny, and I guess I just…I snapped. Why does he get to be happy after what he and his pack did yesterday? How can he just pretend like nothing happened?”

“I don’t know, Isaac. Life just has a funny way of working like that.” You bumped his shoulder with yours lightly, to which he finally let himself smile fully at you. It made your heartbeat quicken in your chest, and his ears picked up on it, using your reaction to him to gain the courage to do what he did next. “But don’t worry. They’ll get what’s coming—”

You were cut off by Isaac’s lips pressing against yours suddenly, taking you by complete surprise. Your eyes went wide, but fluttered shut immediately as you kissed him back, subconsciously looping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

When you pulled away from each other after a while, Isaac couldn’t help the dopey grin that spread across his face when his eyes opened and he saw you in front of him with a light blush dusting your cheeks.

“If I’d known that all I had to do was beat a guy up to get you to kiss me, I would’ve done it a lot sooner.” He breathed, reaching out and tucking a wayward strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, let’s try not to do that anymore,” You chuckled, to which he merely shrugged, leaning forward to kiss you again.

“Ahem.” You heard Stiles clear his throat from in front of the two of you, and you glanced at him to see him standing a few feet away, waving awkwardly. “Hi, yeah—look, I’m all for you guys finally getting together, because honestly it was about time, and I hate to break this up—but Coach says we have to go now. So…I’ll see you on the bus?”

“We’ll be there soon,” Isaac grumbled, glaring daggers at the other boy, who held his hands up in defense. “Go away.”

“Yeah, okay, I’m going!” He huffed, turning on his heel and hurrying away, but not before throwing a “Everyone’s watching you two, y’know! Be safe!” over his shoulder.

[untaemedqueen]

Sanative

Husband!Jeongguk x Pregnant Wife!Reader

WordCount: 19.8k

Genre: Angst, Healing, Smut, Marriage!AU

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions of Small Amounts of Food

Warnings: Heart Breaking Thoughts, Angst, Healing, Emotional, Praise, Fingering, Begging, Daddy Kink, Thigh Riding, Fellatio, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Throat Fucking, Glazed Donut!OC, Cunnilingus, Degradation, Somewhat Dom!Guk, Sub!OC, Squirting, Rough Pregnant Sex, Finger Sucking, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie

A/N: Soooooo this is a fic I've been working on since February, FEBRUARY! And it's finally done. I'm really so so so proud of this fic. I worked super hard on it. It's a fic about love and healing, coming back to a loved one after something shakes their relationship to the core. It's uplifting and comforting and it makes my heart warm. I hope you guys enjoy it! Really huge thank you to @xjoonchildx​, @ladyartemesia​, @ppersonna​ for sticking with me and reading every little change I’ve made to it!

Silence -- the absence of sound is sometimes deafening.

In silence, true silence, other sounds tend to bleed in like a gentle hum.

In Jeon Jeongguk's silence everything is always louder -- the clock ticking away seconds, the sound of his own heart beating catastrophically slow, the sound of gentle breathing across the room.

It drives him insane.

It drives him up the wall.

He's been so used to sitting in silence that everything just sounds so fucking loud.

The way nails are currently scratching against the rich fabric of the arm chair across from him.

The sound of a bus honking in the distance.

It all resounds through his skull.

"-Guk. Jeongguk?"

Taking a sharp breath, he looks up at the nail scratching culprit.

"Yes, Dr. Kim," he breathes, loosening his tie.

"Namjoon, please. Do you-Do you want to talk about your progress this week?" Kim Namjoon inquires, looking down at his clipboard.

Guk tilts his head, watching Namjoon's fingers card through the multitude of sheets.

What has he written down?

"There's been no progress this week." he replies, looking down at his lap.

Dr. Kim nods astutely. "Well it takes time for people to come back to themselves… as well as others after what your wife went through. It's only natural."

The only thing that Jeongguk thinks is how unnatural life is at the moment.

"Are you experiencing anger?"

Yes.

"Experiencing grief or loss for what your life used to be?"

Oh, yes.

"Are you trying to be strong for her when you can barely stand on your own?"

Fuck, yes.

"No." Jeongguk states, looking up at the therapist.

Namjoon seems to take a pause to scribble something down and the younger man can't help how he sits up straighter to maybe get a peek at the writing.

"Well, if that's all you feel the need to say, hopefully next week will be more insightful for you. It takes time for someone to get over trauma, this has also been traumatic for you." Dr. Kim announces, intertwining his hands and placing them softly down on the clipboard.

Jeongguk looks at the clock, hearing the telltale ticking that seconds are passing. "Sure. Yeah."

"Next week then, Jeongguk." Namjoon says, giving him a small smile that dimples his chin.

Jeongguk is slow to get up and walk out of the room. Everything feels heavy around him, his own heart has felt like one hundred pounds since you finally came back to him.

But once he's out of the therapy building and in his own car. He can't seem to stop the gut wrenching sob that flies free from his chest.

His eyes screw shut and his forehead slams into the steering wheel.

"Oh, God!" he gasps, tugging and pulling at his tie that feels like a noose around his neck. He fumbles with the fabric before chucking it onto the dashboard with a wail.

"God! Fuck! Dammit! Goddammit!" he screams, slamming his hands against the steering wheel. His hand slips a few times, pressing up against the horn and the sound resounds throughout the almost empty parking lot.

In his swimming misery, all the months without you seem to bleed through his memory.

"Y/N," he gasps, pressing his bruised fist to his forehead and squeezing his bloodshot eyes closed.

One memory always gnaws at him in the silence. It stains his soul like coffee on white fabric.

He's gotten so used to seeing the cream colored walls of the police station that in some sickening way it feels like home.

"Can we go over it again, Mr. Jeon?" Detective Kim inquires, stirring his coffee slowly.

Jeongguk swallows thickly, looking over the man's cluttered desk. His hands shake nervously and his fingers clench and squeeze at the still air.

How many times does he have to repeat himself?

But he's so broken and desperate that he complies.

"My wife went to the supermarket to get groceries to celebrate that she was pregnant with our first baby." he whispers.

Just even stating the words sends his heart bleeding.

How many times does he have to repeat the worst day of his fucking life?

"The Atlantis Market?" Detective Kim inquires, narrowing his eyes at the case file.

He knows this already. Why is he asking?

"Y-Yes, it's where she always goes. She likes the meat better there than any other market." Guk whispers, closing his eyes.

"Right. And when did you notice she was missing?" Kim asks, sipping his coffee.

The slurping is incessant and Jeongguk's eyes spring open at the loud noise.

"T-Two hours she left. She always calls me when she gets to the supermarket. She always stays on the phone with me. She didn't call and hours passed."

He relives it daily and to tell this detective it again for the seventh time is heart wrenching.

"And you don't think that maybe she just ran away? Maybe it wasn't your baby… Maybe she went off with someone else?"

The accusation sends fury coursing through your husband and he bares his teeth at the question.

"She would never leave me. We love each other, we've been together since highschool. I went to that fucking supermarket and found the door to her car open and her car keys on the ground." he seethes, slamming his hand onto the wooden desk.

Detective Kim doesn't move, he doesn't flinch, he just hums in agreement which is insulting enough.

"Right, it says that in this missing person's report. Well, let me just make it clear that she has been missing for three months already. We have no leads and we don't know if we'll ever find her."

"You're the POLICE. It's your fucking job!" Jeongguk shouts, standing up and leaning down onto the desk with his fists.

"I'm just giving you the statistics, Mr. Jeon. No need to act violent." Kim warns, narrowing his eyes up at the broken younger man.

"I'll show you violent. Find my wife. She's fucking pregnant for God's sakes! She's in danger!" he spits, feeling the nervousness grow and peak inside of him.

"Are you threatening a police officer, Jeon Jeongguk?" the detective quips, standing up on his own volition.

"Find my wife!" Jeongguk seethes, kicking the chair over and leaving.

Getting home, Jeongguk rattles his keys loudly before placing them in the dish by door.

"Baby? I-I'm home," he calls throughout the house.

He's learned over many trials and errors that it's best if he announces himself before entering any room. It seems to calm you in some way.

He finds you in the kitchen, temple pressed to the window as you watch the rain fall onto the back patio.

"It's coming down a lot out there," he breathes, looking you over.

Your hair isn't combed through and you still look pale but you're home.

"Y/N?" he calls softly, setting down the take out onto the kitchen island.

He hasn't been up for cooking lately, he's been too much of a nervous wreck.

You haven't so much as even looked at him since you've been brought back home. But, he's okay with that, just you even being here is perfect.

"I g-got us jjajangmyeon for dinner, I know you really like it from Golden Tiger." he whispers.

He nods a bit when you cup your growing stomach and just stare out the window.

You don't eat with him. You don't like it. It makes you scared.

He finds his chest clenching and he tears his eyes away from you. His fingers card through his long blond hair and he takes a deep breath to try and calm himself.

"I'll just leave it here then. Don't let it get too cold, it won't be yummy." he croaks, grabbing his take out container and a beer from the fridge.

He finds it easier to eat in his home office.

Picking up the black bean noodles with his chopsticks, he stares at the wedding photo of the both of you after you graduated college.

The smile that you give him is so blindingly beautiful and your eyes are alight with love and compassion for your husband.

He stares at it until his eyes are blurry with tears and suddenly he's lost his appetite.

"Fuck," he curses, throwing down his chopsticks and covering his face with his hands.

The silence echoes throughout the office and he can barely string a thought together.

But then his memory cuts through everything and it grounds him with peace even for a minute.

"You look like your brain is gonna explode!" you tease your husband, peeking your head into the home office.

He looks up from his computer, giving you a chuckle and then a pout.

"I'm so swamped with emails," he whines, opening his arms childishly for you.

You can only giggle, skipping over the large rug and sitting on his lap.

He groans teasingly, burying his face into your neck and sighing.

"Why am I so swamped, baby?" he whispers, kissing over your skin.

"Because you're a genius and everyone wants your help with building. What did Forbes say about you last month? Oh yeah! 'Jeon Jeongguk is the world's youngest ever architect that built a skyscraper that exceeds all expectations of reality.' And they're absolutely correct." you beam, planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

He laughs gently, rocking you back and forth on his lap. "Man, how did I get a wife that's beautiful, amazing AND smart?"

"Oh, you definitely got lucky." you quip, laughing loudly when he begins to tickle you.

Guk stares at the doorway, bringing the beer bottle to his lips.

"Oh, babe, what am I gonna do?" he breathes, putting his head back to the top of his office chair.

Jeongguk's bed is cold, it's always cold these days.

You don't sleep with him anymore but he understands, you don't like contact of any kind. He can't imagine what you've been through or what you feel.

You certainly haven't voiced anything about the terrible experience you've been through.

Sometimes he can hear you crying late at night. He can hear your small sobs and it tears him into pieces.

In the moonlit room, he stares at his gold wedding band. His eyes drift to your empty side of the bed and like a child, he grabs your pillow. Burying his face into the soft fabric, he sighs loudly.

The room swallows the sound, and from the guest bedroom down the hall -- he hears your sob.

Guk's eyes squeeze shut and he prays that sleep will finally find him soon.

He's exhausted.

All he does is stare at his phone.

Jeongguk just stares and stares at his phone, willing it to ring and to tell him that you're on your way home.

He's cancelled all his major building projects for the foreseen future and everyone completely understands. Or so they say.

He has enough money to sit in this same exact seat for the next twenty years and wait for the phone call.

He's not fucking giving up.

He's not taking his eyes off the phone for a minute.

He owes it to you, the woman who he's pledged his life to, to get you back.

There's always this feeling -- this rush when a phone lights up.

And that rush only happens to people who are desperately waiting. Whether that be for a job interview, a text from their crush, an email from their boss telling them they got the day off.

But when his phone lights up, he thinks solely of you.

And after months of devastation and painful waiting -- Busan Police Department calls.

"Y-Yes!" Jeongguk screams into the phone, his index finger shakily tapping the speaker button.

"Mr. Jeon? Jeon Jeongguk? We've found your wife. She was left abandoned off the Olympus Expressway."

His nervousness doesn't cease and he feels like he's going to throw up any second.

He doesn't know why the question passes his lips but it does. "Is s-she alive? Is my wife alive?"

"Yes, Mr. Jeon, she's alive, she's being transferred to the Busan Hospital as we speak."

He falls out of his chair, wailing loudly. His hands clamp over his mouth and he gasps for air like he's been deprived of it.

"Mr. Jeon? Are you coming to the hospital? She won't speak to anyone."

His eyes squeeze shut and his heart pounds so loudly, he thinks it might explode.

"Jeon Jeongguk? Hello?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm coming!" he screams, putting his hands to his forehead.

"Any progress this week, Jeongguk?" Namjoon inquires.

Your husband stares straight ahead at the ornate clock on the wall. He shakes his head, swallowing thickly.

"We always sit here in silence, is that really okay for you?" Dr. Kim asks, crossing his legs and pushing his glasses up with his middle finger.

His lips puff out in thought and he sputters them softly. "There isn't… anything to talk about." he breathes, shaking his head.

Namjoon hums thoughtfully, tossing the clipboard onto the table beside him. "I beg to differ. There's a lot of pain in the situation that you're trying not to resurface."

Just the mention has Guk blushing and the first reaction is to get violent. His eyebrows furrow and his nostrils flare at the therapist before him.

"This is painful, Jeongguk. And you trying to bury it deep inside of you isn't going to help."

Your husband scratches at his neck, looking down at his wedding band. He closes his eyes and takes a deep, soothing breath.

"Why don't we try an exercise this week? Hmm? Homework isn't the proper word to call it. Are you up for it?"

Guk sighs, spinning his wedding band on his finger as he thinks. Anything would be better than this. He loves you so much that he's willing to try anything. So he nods.

"When you get home, even if Y/N doesn't talk to you or look at you. Why don't you tell her one of your happiest memories you can think of that involves her? Even though she isn't speaking, she can still hear you. I think that might be healing for you -- maybe her as well." Dr. Kim suggests, smiling kindly at his patient.

There're so many moments, how could Guk pick just one?

"Alright. I can try." he bleats, looking back up at the clock and hearing the seconds tick away.

"Good! Next week we'll talk about how that felt for you."

Jeongguk shakes his keys, setting them down in the bowl by the door.

"Baby, I'm home!" he calls loudly, sliding his feet into his slippers.

The house feels colder today and he knows that winter will soon be nipping at the world's ankles.

He's a fabulous architect but his heat proofing in this house wasn't the best.

You're sitting on the couch today, staring aimlessly at the wooden floors.

"Are you hungry, babe? I brought you home some chicken soup. It's good for our baby girl." he inquires, walking past you and towards the kitchen.

He sees you thickly swallow and it makes his heart thump harder within his chest.

He leans down on the marble island countertop and he stares straight ahead for a while. He remembers when you first put up the small paintings that make up this large masterpiece above the dining room table. He fell in love with it so quickly.

He feels deathly nervous, like the day when he asked you to marry him.

"Y'know," he begins, he takes a deep breath and he just bares his soul before you, because it's just natural, "I remember the first day I ever saw you. It was in seventh grade and you had on the school uniform but you had these fake red highlights in your hair. They were, like, woven into your ponytail holder."

His fist tucks beneath his chin and he smirks at the memory. "I just knew you were going to get in trouble for it because it was against school code. I remember telling you about it too and you just stared at me and said, 'So?' And I was like, 'Damn, this girl is so badass. I wanna be this badass.' Mrs. Park came up to you and you didn't give a flying shit when she reprimanded you. And I remember that I stared at you like you were the sun. I wanted to know you immediately, I wanted to be by your side. I wanted to be your friend. I was falling in love with you then."

He hums sweetly, wrinkling his nose at the memory.

"I just wanted to say that. I know it's really difficult for you right now. I understand. I can't begin to understand what you went through." Jeongguk breathes, opening up the fridge and grabbing a beer.

When he looks over towards the living room, he can see you staring at him through the turned off television and his eyes suddenly burn with raw emotion.

"I-I miss you." he gasps, putting his hand to his heart.

He stands still for a while, just letting the both of you look at each other after so long. He blinks his eyes rapidly when his tears get in the way of being able to see you.

When you finally look away, he takes a deep breath through his nose.

"I-I'll be in my office. I know you find it hard to be in the same room as me." he breathes, rounding the kitchen island and heading down the hallway.

When he opens the door to his office, he has to cup his hand over his mouth at the sound of your voice.

"I miss you, too."

He slides down the back of the door, pressing his forehead to his knees and he bites down hard on his index finger to quiet his blubbers.

You spoke to him.

"What are you doing?!" you giggle as your husband slides his hands over your eyes.

"It's called a surprise, you've never heard of one?" he quips, kissing the crown of your head.

You hum playfully, folding your arms and relishing in the way his chest contorts against your back.

"Why am I being blinded? What's the surprise?" you inquire, tilting your head until you finally whisper, "Is it something kinky?"

Guk laughs loudly, letting his head loll back. "You fuckin' wish." he teases.

"You're right, I do." you jeer, allowing him to guide you along farther.

"Silly," he chuckles, promptly stopping you.

You feel his hands begin to get a little sweaty and you know this only happens when he's deathly nervous.

"Gukkie? What is it?" you ask sweetly, running your fingers over his bare arms.

"I just hope you like it." he breathes, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

"I like everything you do, Guk," you reply, drifting your nails over his skin.

"Remember in eighth grade I promised you that I would build you a house?"

"Yeah out of popsicle sticks and spit," you guffaw.

He takes a deep breath, pulling his hands away from your face.

When you open your eyes, the bright sun makes you squint but the gasp that leaves you has him stunned into silence.

"Oh my God, Jeon Jeongguk!" you yell, bunching your hands up into your hair.

The house is sleek and modern with asymmetrical shapes and big open windows.

When you turn to him, his eyes are wide with nervousness. "D-Do you like it?" he bleats.

You have no words, instead you decide to tackle him onto the front lawn.

He groans loudly, wrapping his arms around you like always. "Is that a yes?" he chuckles.

"Yes! Yes! I fucking love it! I fucking LOVE it!" you screech, cupping both sides of his face and pressing a wet kiss to his lips.

God, it's fucking cold in this house. Guk shivers beneath the blankets and he can only imagine how cold it must be in the guest room.

He explicitly made it colder so guests wouldn't stay as long.

There is a rule, y'know. Guests are like fish -- they stay for three days and then anything after that, they start to stink.

You must be fucking frigid. But he remembers when he checked on you one night soon after you came home and you screamed so loud that it scared him to his core.

He doesn't want to frighten you.

He tucks his body into fetal position, squeezing his eyes shut in hopes that he'll just pass out sooner or later.

The silence in his room begins to echo like white noise and he can only whine softly.

When he couldn't sleep before you were taken, you used to play the sounds of the sea for him. He can remember the waves crashing against the coastline and a seagull or two crying out high above the water.

He hasn't heard the sounds of the beach in so long.

He lays like this for a long time, just keeping his eyes shut and listening to the heater click and roll every so often.

But then he hears the sound of feet.

Your feet.

They pad slowly throughout the hallway and he takes a sharp breath when they stop in front of the master bedroom.

The door creaks open and his bottom lip purchases between his teeth. He makes no movement. He doesn't know why you're in here but he doesn't want to scare you away.

After a while, the sheets ruffle and your side of the bed dips.

He presses his lips into a thin line, feeling his hands begin to shake with nervousness. He can't possibly move, he wants you to stay right where you are.

You take a sharp breath between your teeth that makes his heart beat faster and when he slowly opens one eye, he can see you rubbing your growing stomach.

He swallows the sob that threatens to escape and he squeezes his eye closed one more.

He finds it comforting to hear the sounds of your shallow breathing. He relishes in it in all honesty. He adores it.

It's the one sound he probably couldn't live without, besides your laughter.

And as he drifts off to sleep, he can hear waves lapping against the shore.

"So, how was your experiment?" Namjoon inquires.

Jeongguk finds himself smirking, running his fingers through his hair. "I think it went really well."

The therapist sits forward curiously, widening his eyes at seeing Jeongguk give a semblance of a smile for the first time in a month.

"Would you like to share that experience here?" Dr. Kim inquires.

Your husband sighs dreamily, staring down at his wedding band.

"Well I did as you suggested and I told Y/N about the first time I ever saw her. When I looked over at her, she was looking at me for the first time since she came back. It was through the television but… she was really looking at me. I told her I missed her and-and she said it back! Last night, it was freezing in the house and Y/N came and laid down with me in bed." he gushes, putting his hand over his heart.

Namjoon smiles, his deep dimples etching into his cheeks. He quickly writes something down before setting the clipboard aside. He gives your husband his undivided attention, intertwining his hands in his lap.

"Well, that must feel amazing. Especially after feeling alone for so long." Namjoon beams.

Jeongguk nods almost childishly. "It was amazing. I didn't get to touch her and we didn't talk but finally she was in our bed again, y'know? And she told me she missed me too, which felt incredible."

Dr. Kim has seen your husband for a while now and this is the most he's ever said in a one hour session.

It's honestly a relief to see Jeongguk actually coming out of his shell, if only on a miniscule level.

"Well, I think the exercise definitely helped, right? I mean, Jeongguk, this is progress. I'm sure it feels amazing."

Guk nods, leaning back comfortably into the couch. "Yeah," he laughs, "I'm so elated. I don't know what else to say."

Namjoon leans forward, putting his elbows to his knees. "Well then, I think we should make another exercise for you guys."

Your husband listens attentively, crossing his legs and sitting forward.

"Maybe this week we can delve into staying in a room with Y/N. How does that sound? You can stay in a room with her and just talk for awhile and even if she doesn't respond -- that's okay. She was listening to you the other day."

Jeongguk nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I'd love that."

"Baby? I'm home!" Jeongguk calls loudly, tossing his keys to the side table.

He peeks into the living room and you're not sitting in the same seat he left you in when he left.

His eyebrow quirks up and he looks into the open kitchen only to find an empty space.

His first thought, however terrible it is, is that you've left.

You got so scared that you bolted after sleeping with him in bed last night.

"Y/N?!" he croaks loudly, tossing the bags of dinner onto the kitchen island.

His mind begins to muddle and his hands start to sweat at the simple thought.

He rushes down the long hallway of your home, checking his office, his bedroom, the guest bedroom.

You're nowhere to be found.

"Y/N!" he yells, shoving open the nursery room door.

You flinch gently when the door makes a loud noise and Jeongguk is immediately calmed by your presence.

"I-I'm so sorry. I just thought you left. I didn't mean to scare you, please forgive me." he begs, shutting the door as quietly as he can.

You're staring at the crib your husband bought just a month or two ago.

Before you were taken, this room was completely empty. You hadn't talked about themes or what you would need but while you were away when Jeongguk wasn't staring at his phone, he was setting up the nursery.

He didn't know the gender then, of course, and he only found out at the hospital when you were picked up from the Olympus Expressway but teal was always pretty to him and it's one of your favorite colors.

"I know you like teal so…" he finds himself at a loss for words.

You pick up a small stuffed animal that sits in the crib and hug it to your body.

Jeongguk shifts from one foot to the other uneasily. He just hopes and prays that he hasn't frightened you too badly.

"Do you…Do you wanna talk?" he inquires softly, sitting down on the floor.

You stare at the white and teal abstract paintings that make up the wall.

Your husband looks down at his hands, staring at his wedding band like always.

"I-I know you're having such a difficult time adjusting and God, I can't imagine what you went through but I miss you, baby. I miss you so much. I would stare at my phone all day just waiting to get a call from the police…" he breathes.

He doesn't look up at you, if he does then he might be too nervous to speak his truth.

"If you hate the nursery we can always change it. I just needed to do something. I needed to prepare for you to come home because I knew that you would. I knew you would come back to me."

He can see your feet turn towards him and you slowly but surely make your way beside him before sitting down.

You're about a foot apart but he takes that. He takes anything you want to give him.

"I love it." you breathe, looking down at the teddy bear and running your fingers over the soft fur.

Your voice sends him spiralling and he clenches his hands together to steady himself.

"I don't have a great sense of style like you, so I just bought a bunch of stuff and placed it everywhere." he chirps, looking around the room.

"Hate the changing table." you whisper.

The notion makes him laugh and he finds himself chuckling heartily at your words.

He hasn't laughed in so long that it feels euphoric.

Jeongguk turns his head to you, his blonde hair falling into his eyes. "I love you. I know you're probably not ready to come back to me yet but I'm always here waiting."

He can see your eyes becoming glassy and it's like a dagger to his heart. He presses his hand to the left side of his chest, taking a calming breath through his nose.

You don't move and you don't speak, you just stare down at the teddy bear that absorbs any falling tears that escape from your eyes.

"Are you hungry?" he inquires, folding his arms.

You sniffle gently, pressing the teddy bear to your growing stomach.

He doesn't want to force you to do or say anything. So he just sits beside you. Because he always will.

Silence takes over the room, coating Guk in white noise.

"I thought I was gonna die." you announce softly, playing with the hem of your dress.

He squeezes his eyes shut, his bottom lip starting to quiver at your admission.

"I didn't think I would ever see you again," you gasp, gripping the teddy bear tighter.

Jeongguk can feel his eyes burning with raw emotion. He can feel his body shutting down to it's baser instincts.

"I never gave up hope. I always knew you would come back to me. I just knew it." he breathes, looking over at you.

You give a small nod, wiping your cheeks almost childishly.

"Thank you for speaking to me. I miss your voice." he whispers, looking up at the ceiling.

There's silence again.

"I wasn't allowed to talk." you murmur.

His fists squeeze tightly at the admission and he can feel this anger swirling deep within his gut.

You haven't said anything, especially anything about when you were taken so the small sliver of information you've given him makes him see red in that quick minute.

"Did they…Did they hurt you, baby? Is that why you won't let me touch you?" he inquires softly.

You swallow thickly, standing up and putting the teddy bear back in the crib. "I'm hungry." you bleat.

Jeongguk realizes he's stepped too far for where you're comfortable, so he nods in agreement.

"Yeah… Of course. I brought home some sesame chicken. Come." he says quickly, trying to take your mind off of everything.

"What do you think?" you ask your husband, picking a small onesie off the store rack.

Jeongguk lowers his sunglasses, staring at the small article of clothing.

"It's yellow," he replies, garbled around a piece of hotteok.

"So? You don't like yellow?" you quip, looking down at the small bumble bees buzzing around the fabric.

"You're not pregnant yet," he states, sitting down on one of the benches near the shoes area.

"So? I can't buy a onesie if I'm not pregnant?" you gasp playfully, pressing the baby clothes to your chest.

He looks at you incredulously, fighting the smirk that threatens to spread over his lips. "What're you saying? You wanna have my baby?"

You roll your eyes, placing the baby clothing into the cart. "Isn't that every woman's dream?"

He blinks. "To have Jeon Jeongguk's baby? Yeah probably."

Your snort seems to carry through the thin air of the department store and Guk watches as you rifle through more clothes.

Wiping his mouth with his napkin, he takes you in. The way you sway to the music that creeps through the loudspeakers and the way your fingers deftly card through the small onesies.

God, his life is so perfect.

You're so perfect.

He's the epitome of luck and he surely believes he saved the king in his past life to be so blessed this time around.

"I love you," he breathes, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head.

Your smile is blinding and you cross through the aisle, sitting down on his lap and hooking your arms over his neck.

"I love you, too." you coo, booping his nose with your index finger.

You ate in silence but at least you stayed in the same room as him.

Guk noticed how slowly you ate, like you were savoring it as if it was your last meal or something.

He appreciates that you spoke to him if only a few words. He'll cherish it forever if he's being honest.

But with the absence of sound, he found himself thinking of so many questions that won't leave his brain.

He knows you're not ready to answer them. You may never be ready.

But he has them prepared just in case.

Now, laying in bed, he hopes you'll come and sleep with him again like last night. He hopes it wasn't just a one off.

Jeongguk's head lays down on his pillow and he stares at your side of the bed.

He likes that your side is still a bit wrinkled from last night, it reminds him again that you were next to him.

When he hears your small footsteps, he closes his eyes. He pulls a soft throw pillow to his chest and hugs it as tightly as possible.

It feels like an eternity, waiting to see what you'll do but then finally you slip into the bed beside him.

He peeks one eye open and he's met face to face with you.

Wow.

You haven't been this close in ages.

"Hi baby," he whispers, closing his eye.

He can only chant to himself, 'Please don't leave. Please don't get scared.'

He can feel the bed dipping closer and closer to him and his eyebrows furrow curiously.

You're moving towards him?

He can feel the soft skin of your arm grazing against his and a shiver runs up his spine.

He whimpers gently, embarrassingly so, at your body so close to his own.

Guk can feel his eyes welling up with tears.

He takes deep, calming breaths to try and steady himself.

“D-Don’t move,” you beg of him and his body goes rigid at your request.

His eyes snap open and he watches you lean in slowly. He holds his breath, swallowing thickly when you press your forehead to his.

Fat, salty tears roll down his cheeks when your stomach presses against his arms.

You take a sharp breath between your teeth and it echoes through him like he’s a vast canyon.

Jeongguk can feel his hands sweating and he wants to hold you so badly it’s almost ripping him apart. But he keeps true to your request, locking his joints in place.

“Okay,” you breathe nervously, closing your eyes.

Your lips move ever so slowly towards his and he squeezes his eyes shut.

When he feels the soft petals of your lips against his, his whole body relaxes and he sobs weakly against you.

He doesn’t kiss back, he just allows you to do what you please -- to take what you need.

Your small hand wraps around his wrist and it dangles limp within your grasp.

“Baby,” Guk sobs softly as you pull away.

You don’t reply, you just lay his hand softly on your stomach and turn onto your back.

His sobs crack with the sheer amount of pain and relief in his throat. He can barely hold himself together and when a tiny patter makes itself known under his hand, he begins to wail.

You squeeze your eyes shut, covering your face with your hands and even though this is so painful -- it’s so healing.

“T-Thank you,” your husband cries, burying his face into the throw pillow he holds so tightly to himself.

“Love you,” you whimper, turning your head and staring at the closed windows.

He nods childishly, running his hand over your growing stomach.

“I love you too, baby. So much.” he gasps, feeling his heart begin to bleed again.

Jeongguk doesn’t even give Namjoon a chance to sit down. He starts speaking the minute he steps foot into the therapy office. “She kissed me.”

Dr. Kim grabs the arms of his chair, slowly sitting down and raising an eyebrow. “Jeongguk, that’s amazing.”

Your husband doesn’t even sit down. He feels like he’s floating on air and he wants to keep it that way. He paces back and forth behind the long couch, pocketing his hands deep into his pants.

“She’s making so much progress so quickly! I’m so proud of her!” Guk whines, lolling his head back.

The therapist writes something down on his clipboard, looking up at your happy life partner. “Would you like to talk about how this happened?” he asks with a small smile.

Jeongguk is like an excited puppy, rounding the couch and throwing himself down on it immediately. “Well, I did exactly as you said. I stayed in the nursery with her for a while and I was talking and she talked back!”

Namjoon hums thoughtfully, scratching his nails to the fabric of his chair. “Did she say anything important? Anything that would help us delve deeper into what happened to her?”

The happiness starts to bleed out of your husband as he replays your words from last night through his head. “Y-Yeah. She said she thought she was going to die and she was so afraid that she would never see me again.” he bleats, looking down at his shoes.

Dr. Kim nods, setting aside the clipboard and folding his hands. “That must have hurt.”

Guk can’t help the frown that spreads over his features. “Yeah, it did hurt. I asked her if they hurt her and if that’s why she won’t let me touch her but she didn’t give me an answer.”

There’s silence again and Jeongguk finds it just as uncomfortable as all the other times before this.

“She’s definitely still learning to cope and she’s almost certainly healing little by little. Did you do anything else with her?” Dr. Kim inquires.

“We ate dinner together and… God, Doctor Kim, you had to see her. She was eating so slowly like it was her last meal or something.” your husband bleats.

Namjoon nods understandingly. “She might not have been given a lot of food when she was taken. It’s good that she eats slowly.”

Jeongguk didn’t even think of that… he feels like an asshole now.

“And what about last night? Did she sleep in bed with you?”

Oh, but that question brings back the excitement.

“Yes! She laid next to me in bed and-and she asked me not to move. So I didn’t but she leaned in really close and kissed me for the first time in… forever. She also took my hand and put it on her belly and I felt the baby move.”

Namjoon purses his lips impressed. “Well, that’s amazing. Maybe we should think about bringing Y/N to a session maybe next week. What do you think about that?”

Your husband nods almost instantaneously. “Anything that I can do for an exercise to help her?”

The therapist narrows his eyes thoughtfully. “Try to just talk to her some more? Next week, if she wants to come for a session then maybe we can work on her being okay with some simple touches.”

Jeongguk nods, a surge of hopefulness fleeting through him. "Okay!"

The flowers and plants in the backyard have been doused and seemingly flooded by the constant rain.

It's killing your tomatoes and you can only scoff as the rain continues to batter down outside.

"Do you see this?" you gawk to your husband, tapping your nail against the glass door to the back patio.

Your husband turns away from the television to look at the downpour outside.

"I know, it won't stop. How am I supposed to go survey the land for the new Seoul project if there's flooding everywhere?" he gripes, setting down his beer.

"Uh. Yeah. But my tomatoes!" you whine, turning to him with a pout.

He can only smile at your pouty face, standing up off the couch and opening his arms for you.

"I'll get you new plants if these are damaged. You know that, baby." he coos.

You hum in agreement, wrapping your arms around him and tugging him tightly to your body. "But then I'm gonna have to start all over again. Amena and Allegra have been growing for a year already."

Jeongguk can only snort, running his hand over your head in the most soothing of ways. "You named our tomato plants?" he quips.

"Yeah! They're like my children! I water them everyday, I talk to them so they become big and strong, I love them." you retort, running your hands underneath his white tank top.

"God, I need to get you pregnant already. I think you're going crazy." he jeers.

You snort, placing your temple to his chest and feeling his even, strong heartbeat that's become the song of your life.

"I hope I don't get my period this month." you breathe, closing your eyes.

He smiles, placing his chin atop your head as he stares at the torrential rain outside. "Me too, baby. Me too."

Jeongguk has become a master at the staring game.

He stares at you every second he possibly can in hopes that he can memorize every single thing about you.

But tonight, he just lets everything go.

He stares up at the ceiling instead of grabbing a pillow and pressing it to his chest. He watches the shadow of tree limbs dance across the moonlit ceiling and it shrouds him in ethereal comfort.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you enter the bedroom. While you do make yourself small, he can see your hands pressed up underneath your belly almost as if you need the support.

You're slow to climb into bed and he moves the throw pillow out of your way without a single word.

You've done really well today, you held eye contact with him many times and you even answered a few of his questions.

He has faith, now more than ever, that things can go back to the way they were.

"Baby?" he inquires softly.

You grab his hand and place it on your belly without a word.

Turning your head to him, he knows you're listening even if you don't speak.

"Will you come with me for a therapy session next week? Doctor Kim thinks it would be a good idea." your husband asks, tracing the outlines of the warped branches on the ceiling.

"Yes. I want to heal." you whisper and he gives a small smile at your words.

"I think you're doing better and better everyday." he announces, running his thumb over your distended belly.

You shiver at the movement but you don't push him off.

Leaning over to the nightstand, you grab the lotion that hasn't been used in months but Jeongguk can already smell the telltale scent that is purely yours.

You hold it out, looking at your husband with doe-like eyes and he can only smile.

He sits up with a giddiness that has his limbs trembling with excitement.

"If you don't like it, tell me, I'll stop right away." he promises, pushing the comforter off the both of you.

You take a sharp breath at his closeness, looking up at the ceiling to calm your erratic heart.

He lifts his long t-shirt that you wear for sleeping and he can feel his eyes burning at the sight of you.

Tying his hair up in a ponytail, he can see how taut your belly is -- how well his little girl is growing inside of you.

"Oh my babies," he coos gently.

He bends down, keeping his eyes on your face. His lips pepper small, open mouthed kisses to your taut skin and you wriggle beneath him.

You don't want to push him away but you haven't been loved like this in so long -- it makes you nervous.

You squeak gently when he kisses your belly button. His hands are so warm at the bottom of your bump and you shiver.

"Too much? Am I doing something wrong?" he asks softly, watching your hands bunch up the sheets.

"N-No," you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut.

There's a layer of sweat that begins to build on your scalp and you know it's because of the nerves.

"You're so beautiful, baby. Thank you for carrying our daughter." Guk breathes.

He pulls away from your stomach, you've done really well so far letting him kiss you like this without flinching away from him.

He squeezes some lotion into his hand, hoping to warm it just a bit before spreading it out onto your skin.

You wince at the still cool lotion and your limbs tense up when his hands glide effortlessly over your bump.

It's terrifying to be touched but knowing that it's Guk -- the only man you've only ever known or loved makes it just a bit easier.

"Wonderful, you're doing wonderfully babe." he promises, dutifully lotioning your belly.

You look so motherly below him, like an angel of fertility and he can't stop the tears that obscure his vision.

When he sniffles, your eyes snap to his and you can see the sheer amount of adoration he holds behind the windows to his soul.

"I love you," he breathes, running his hands over your sides.

Swallowing thickly, your hands, as shaky and terrified as they are, cup his face. Your thumbs swipe away his tears and he can only sob more at the feeling.

His slick with lotion hands, wrap around your wrists and delicately he presses kisses into your palms.

"You're home with me now. I'm never going to let anything terrible happen again. I'm going to make sure you're safe. I swear. I promise," he gasps out against your soft skin.

You can barely contain the sob within your own throat but you nod childishly at his words.

He covers his face with your hands, crying loudly into the cover you've given him.

"I love you, too." you promise quietly.

His eyes flutter shut and he can only give your hands more kisses until his tear ducts have no more salty tears to shed.

"You're so beautiful and so precious to me. I love you so much." he bleats, letting your hands go.

He continues his work in silence apart from sniffles and rubbing his red cheeks onto his bare shoulders. His fingers are gentle against your tummy and you know he needs this.

He needs this connection with your daughter because it's been so sorely missed. You had her and only her when you were taken away but Jeongguk had nothing.

He had nothing but heartache and waiting.

When he's finally finished, he sets the lotion back on the table before throwing himself down beside you.

"I miss holding you," he chirps, reaching for the throw pillow to hug.

You bury your terror deep down inside, moving closer and closer to him until your stomach is pressed up against his.

You both collectively shudder at the touch but when his arms wrap around you and you smell the familiar scent that is purely his… you find yourself relaxing even in the slightest.

"Thank you," he gasps, running his hands over your back.

His face buries into your hair and you can only give a meek nod.

"Oh fuck, this feels good." he whispers, closing his eyes.

Your husband holds the door open for you and you shuffle slowly into the therapy office.

Jeongguk didn't know how difficult it would be for you to go outside but when he put his hand in yours, it helped in ways he could never imagine.

"Hi Y/N, it's so nice to meet you," Dr. Kim greets sweetly.

You give a small smile, sitting on the far end of the couch and tucking your legs beneath you as if to make yourself miniscule.

Namjoon looks you over before nodding to himself. He puts the clipboard down and watches your husband take a seat at the other end.

"Jeongguk has been telling me about all the amazing progress you've been making." Namjoon informs you.

Guk takes in the therapist then. He's soft and sweet with you but not so soft that he'd be talking to a child or someone young. He's had to do this quite a few times, he surmises.

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to. This is a safe space to just be," the therapist looks pointedly at Jeongguk, giving him a soft smile, "how has your progress been this week?"

Your husband smiles at the question. "She's doing so great. She let me put lotion on her belly and she slept in my arms all night long last night, didn't you baby?" he gushes, looking over at you.

You nod, looking over at him and giving him a small smile.

"Well that's great. It seems a lot of progress has been made. Y/N, did you know that when your husband first came here he didn't talk at all for the first month?" Namjoon inquires, pointing his pen at your significant other.

"No," you murmur curiously, staring at the handsome blonde man you adore.

Dr. Kim appreciates hearing your voice even if it's soft and short.

"Well, I didn't want to talk a lot because I felt foolish." Guk admits it easily.

You pick your head up fully then, giving your attention to him.

"Why is that, Jeongguk?" Namjoon inquires.

Your husband clears his throat awkwardly, looking down at his wedding ring and widening his eyes. "I felt like a failure… Cowardly, too. My wife was missing for months and I did my own search in finding her and came up with nothing. Then, the police -- they were all brazen assholes that even when they found Y/N they just threw her into my care without any extra help or reasoning behind anything… She was afraid and I-I felt guilty."

You swallow thickly, leaning across the couch and wrapping both of your arms around his right bicep.

He does what's always been normal to him, kissing the top of your head.

Namjoon watches as you shiver but don't pull away and he hums in agreement.

"Why did you feel guilty?" he prods, crossing his legs.

"Well… I'm her husband and I let such a terrible thing happen to her. I'm supposed to keep her safe and I-I fa-failed. Then when she came back to me, she was so frightened and I was at such a loss of what to do, it… it ripped me apart inside."

Namjoon can hear your small gasp even if your husband doesn't and he nods understandingly. "Y/N, do you have anything you want to say about that?"

You hug Guk tighter to your body and his eyes squeeze shut. "It's not your fault. It's no one's fault." you bleat sheepishly.

Dr. Kim nods astutely, leaning forward until his elbows are on his knees and his hands are intertwined beneath his chin. "Nobody in this room is at fault for what happened. There are terrible people in this world that sometimes make horrible choices and it affects others."

Then there's silence for a second and you watch Jeongguk spin his wedding band around on his fourth finger.

He only ever does this when he's deep in thought. On instinct you reach over and press your lips to his cheek and his hand comes up to cup the side of your face sweetly.

"Y/N, do you still feel the need to flinch away or scream?" Dr. Kim asks and you can feel your face paling in color.

Your eyebrows furrow and you hug Guk tighter to yourself.

He looks over at you and you can see the pleading in his eyes -- he needs you to talk about this, he needs to understand.

"Yes," you chirp, looking down at the knees of your leggings.

"Why?"

What a simple question.

Why?

Jeongguk coddles you to his body and he watches as your pupils shake back and forth. This is when you're deep in thought.

He closes his eyes and he knows that you probably won't answer, you aren't comfortable with this man.

"Because they used to hit me." you breathe, closing your eyes.

Guk takes a sharp breath between his teeth, turning his face away from you as his jaw clenched tightly.

"Did they know you were pregnant?" Dr. Kim asks, picking up his clipboard.

You shake your head and your husband can feel your hair whipping around at your answer.

"Did you tell them that?" Namjoon asks, pushing the bridge of his glasses up with his middle finger.

"Yes, then they stopped." you reply.

"Fucking pieces of sh-"

"Jeongguk. For Y/N's sake, we're not going to get angry here. We're going to just listen and understand." the therapist cuts him off quickly.

Squeezing his fist tightly, he brings it to his forehead before nodding weakly.

He doesn't want to scare away your progress but this ball of hatred within him grows tense and feels more like fire with every passing second.

"What did they want with you? Why were you taken? Do you know?"

Your teeth nibble at the inside of your cheek and you can feel the sensitive flesh becoming raw and cut up with every worrying clench.

"It's okay if you want to wait to spea-"

"I don't." you squeak quickly.

Namjoon nods, leaning back in his chair and extending a hand for you to speak when you wish.

"They were doing drug stuff." you blurt, finding it kind of relieving to speak about it.

"Oh? And did they make you do drugs?" Dr. Kim asks.

Jeongguk scoffs so loudly that it makes you cower but he's quick to apologize profusely and kiss the top of your head repeatedly. "Baby, no. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby girl."

"Jeongguk." Namjoon chastises softly and your husband holds up his hands apologetically.

"They didn't make me do drug stuff. I bagged up drugs… I think it was cocaine or something but I'm not sure… I don't do drugs." you announce, squeezing your husband's arm sweetly.

The therapist watches how your legs tug out from underneath you and slowly plant onto the carpeted floor. He doesn't speak, he waits for you to.

"My ankle was chained to some type of radiator. The metal got warm at night so… that's how I knew. I wasn't allowed to speak and they conditioned me to it. So I didn't or… couldn't tell them I was pregnant. But one of them, Taehyung, noticed after a few months. I can remember them fighting about it or yelling about it for a while."

Jeongguk watches how you stare off into space and he wants to pull you away from those memories and shield you so badly but you need this. You need to speak about it to get over it.

"So one day when everyone was out to lunch, Taehyung asked me if I was pregnant and I said yes. I don't think he liked keeping me there in that state and he kept rambling on about two mouths would be worse than just one. So he told me he was going to kill me and put an end to my misery. And I thought that would be best."

Guk squeezes his eyes shut, biting down on his lip to the point that it might draw blood but then you begin to speak again.

"I was waiting and waiting to die but it never came and then at night, a bag was put over my head and I was knocked out. Then I woke up on the Expressway six months after I was taken." you state, looking down at your husband's wedding band.

Jeongguk shudders and he takes a deep, calming breath through his nose.

"Thank you for telling us, Y/N. I know this certainly can't be easy to relive. But now that it's out in the open, we can work on rebuilding your relationship with Jeongguk. How does that sound?"

You nod immediately, looking up at the blond haired man you adore.

Namjoon gives a small smile, putting his clipboard aside.

"I think the next exercise you should do as a couple is to continue to heal together. Whether that be physical or talking. It's important to get back to the patterns you had before this."

"Physical?" Jeongguk echoes, tilting his head.

The therapist takes off his glasses, cleaning them with the hem of his sweater vest. "Sexual intercourse is healing, Jeongguk."

Your husband blushes a furious pink that radiates to the tips of his ears.

"That doesn't mean you have to rush home and try it. You should build up to it. Allow things to become comfortable again between the both of you. You can only start to heal when you allow yourselves."

That resonates deep within you and you find yourself yearning for comfort after so long.

You want to be back to your full self, even if it would take a day or a year to get there.

"That was great babe, you did amazing. I'm really proud of you," Jeongguk gushes when you both finally get home.

The small smile you give him has his heart melting with love and he holds back the biggest urge to throw his arm over your shoulders.

You know that this must be torment for your husband and the guilt within you is constantly growing.

When you walk into the kitchen, it piques Guk's curiosity. He watches as you rifle through the cabinets and fridge with nosy eyes.

His elbows lean down on the kitchen island and his hands come up below his chin to investigate.

"Whatcha doin', baby?" he chirps, watching you grab a carton of eggs.

"Cooking." you reply softly, setting ingredients down on the counter.

"Wait, really?!" he gasps, standing up straight and widening his eyes.

"Take out food is bad for you," you whisper, tying your hair up.

"No, but… baby, you must be tired. You don't have to cook. I can cook." he says quickly, rounding the island to be beside you.

He towers over you and the sweet smell of his cologne puts you at ease even if he's just a touch too close.

"You don't know how to cook," you remind him, flipping open the rice cooker.

He scoffs, widening his eyes playfully. "Yes I do! Why would you offend me like that?"

You giggle gently, a simple reflex and the both of you freeze.

Wow, you haven't laughed in… ages. It feels so good to laugh.

Guk swallows thickly, hoping that this isn't the straw that breaks the camel's back.

Your laugh is so pretty, prettier than most things in this universe and his stomach does flips at the simple noise.

Your cheeks even hurt from the smile you produced, those muscles haven't been used in forever.

Jeongguk waits patiently to see if you'll be the one to speak up and he's grateful when you do.

"I'm sure that you remember the fried chicken," you offer, grabbing the bag of rice from the bottom cabinet.

"Okay!" he groans, "how was I supposed to know the oil was too hot? In what universe do things immediately char when put into hot oil?"

"This one," you quip softly, smiling to yourself as you add water to the cooker.

His arms wrap around your belly, caging you into his grip and you're so distracted with the fun memories that you feel no discomfort at all.

This is natural.

This is good.

Feels damn good, too.

"I've made other food that's been tasty." he counters, kissing over the back of your neck with soft, sweet lips.

You shiver at the feeling, letting your eyes flutter closed.

It's so natural to tease your handsome husband and on instinct you do so with a playful tone.

"The galbi, the egg fried rice, the hamburgers, the pizza, the sweet and sou-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah alright." he murmurs, chuckling into your ear.

You hum sweetly, shutting off the water and letting your body get comfortable with the familiar arms around you.

Of course this isn't easy, it isn't easy to try and force the terror that is constantly awake inside of you away. But because it's Guk, your husband who you love more than anything, it makes it just a little bit easier.

"What're you making for dinner anyway?" he inquires, kissing the crown of your head repeatedly.

With each kiss, his pectoral muscles ripple against you and you've forgotten what it's like to appreciate your god of a man. Before you were taken, you worshipped his body like he was a god. And you think that's been sorely missing for him as well.

"Egg fried rice." you reply, turning around to him.

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth at the sight of you so close to him. Taking a step back, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable but your hands reach up to his hips and still him.

"Just stay," you whisper, watching his eyes become glassy.

Cupping his cheeks with your hands, you smile up at him gently.

His eyes flutter shut and he's in such incredible peace.

"Kiss me, please." you ask of your husband.

His eyes spring open and he hums with uncertainty.

"Are you sure, baby? I don't want to rush our progress. I don't want to scare you." he coos, running his hands over your belly.

"Kiss me." you repeat.

When he bends down, your breath hitches and your nervousness grows with each second. His large body seems to drape over you like a shadow and your heart begins to hammer with fear.

You want to scream out in this second, cower away from him and everything the world has to offer.

But then his lips press to yours. He's soft and gentle, letting the petals of his lips caress yours with such love and adoration. That fear -- that anxiousness is gone as quickly as it came.

The smell of his cologne breeches your senses while you kiss, it echoes and spreads through your limbs like a forest fire.

Jeongguk cups your cheeks with his hands, wiping away tears that you haven't even noticed have breached past your eyelids.

"Oh my baby," he gasps, pulling away and pressing his forehead to yours.

"Thank you," you whimper, hugging him as tightly as you can to your body with the obstacle of his growing daughter in the way.

There's something about you on early school day mornings. Maybe you just look better in the chilly air or maybe your presence just warms Jeongguk to the point of comfort.

"Morning loser!" he jeers, fumbling with his tie.

"Oh, I'm the loser, am I?" you quip, leaning back against the large cherry blossom tree beyond the gates to your high school.

"You're our loser," Jimin teases, walking past the both of you with his textbooks pressed tightly to his chest.

Flipping your other friend the middle finger, you blow a bubble in your gum. You watch as Jeongguk continues to fumble with his tie, earning creases and wrinkles in the fabric.

"Oh lord, it's like watching a 'how to fail at life' video." you roll your eyes, grabbing the lapels of his school uniform jacket and shoving him up against the tree.

He sneers at you, widening his pretty mocha eyes and you can only snort in response.

"My dad didn't teach me how to do this before he went away for his job." he gripes, gripping the bottom ends of the tie in his fists and furrowing his eyebrows.

You take pity on him then, watching his annoyance truly bubble to the surface.

"Here," you breathe, smacking his hands away from the tie playfully.

You start to tie his tie properly, blowing a large bubble that he pops easily with the tip of his finger.

"First day of the new school year, this should be fun." he says, pushing some hair back behind your ear.

You shiver at his touch, lowering your head as your skin begins to heat up with embarrassment.

"Oh God, just kiss her already. Gross!" Jimin calls you both.

Your eyes snap to one another and Guk lets out a playful chuckle. "She doesn't know what's good for her!" he teases, winking down at you.

You grumble your protestations quietly, tying the tie so tightly that he coughs loudly.

"God," he groans, moving the neck until he's comfortable.

"I do know what's good for me!" you bite back, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

"Oh yeah?" Guk quips, walking after you, "Then kiss me."

His large eyes are devious and his eyebrow juts up with playful intentions.

"You can't do it, can you? You can't just-"

You press your lips to his roughly, not knowing how to kiss since this is your first time. His large hand cups the back of your head immediately, sighing gently against your lips. It's messy and there's a lot of teeth but your heart thrums knowing Guk is your first.

When you pull away, you want to flee almost immediately but Jeongguk doesn't give you the time. His arm wraps around your shoulders and his smile is so large and giddy that it could rival the sun with its brightness.

"So you like me, huh?" he quips, running his thumb over your red, raw lips.

"Shut up!" you hiss, pulling his tie towards school.

Jeongguk groans loudly when he climbs into bed. He turned the heat up all the way but there's still a chill in the air that makes him tug the comforter over his bare chest quickly.

He can only smirk when you step into the doorway in only his t-shirt.

"You're getting so big that your belly enters a room first, y'know," he quips.

You snort softly, a noise that used to be common but it's the first one in months.

"Dinner was delicious, I missed your cooking so much." your husband breathes, hooking both of his hands behind his head.

"You didn't cook at all?" you inquire gently, climbing into bed beside him.

He turns his head lazily to you, raising an eyebrow. "You think I could cook for myself when I was so worried? I can't cook to begin with."

"Oh, so you admit it then." you sigh, placing a throw pillow beneath your bump and turning to him.

He laughs, crinkling the corners of his eyes cutely.

The moonlight casts a bluish glow over his face and arms and you can't help but begin to lose yourself in his handsome features.

His breath starts to catch in his throat when he looks at you, your eyes are speaking thousands of words of ardor and he can't help the tug of his heart at the sight.

"Doctor Kim said we have to have sex," you bleat.

"We don't have to do anything, baby. If you aren't comfortable, then we aren't doing it." Guk deadpans, running his hand over your belly.

When the light hits his irises just right, the beautiful mocha color seems to burnish holes into your skin.

His hand cups your cheek and your eyes squeeze shut at the soft warmth.

You don't know what you're ready for in all honesty.

You don't know what you need if it isn't Jeongguk.

And you want to try at least something to feel closer to him.

"I-I want to try something," you whisper uneasily.

Your husband leans up on his elbow, looking at you with curiosity written all over his handsome face.

He looks you over, pushing the comforter off of his ever heating body and your eyes fall straight to his torso. His abs are thick and noticeable, the muscles flex and ripple with each deep breath he takes and you find yourself heating up at the sight.

The black ink of his tattoos litters his body in all the right spots and all you can think about is how much you've missed him.

"What do you want to try, baby girl?" he coos, running his hand through his long blonde hair.

"Well if you stay still… maybe I can…" you can't even find the words, your throat tightens up and you feel completely lost at what to do.

Before you were taken it was so easy to fall into bed with your husband and now it's like you're grasping for straws.

Jeongguk hitches up the leg of his briefs, raising an eyebrow. "If you're really serious about it then take what you need."

"That's selfish," you mutter, looking down as his thick thigh muscles twitch suggestively.

"Hey, hey, hey," he coos, tilting your face up with his index finger, "you need to feel comfortable again. You have my patience, my love, my heart, anything and everything. You take everything you want and need from me without guilt. I'm your husband, there's no way I could be selfish with you."

He's always been this way with you, ever since middle school. Jeongguk has always given you more than you give him and that selfless nature of his always has your heart bleeding in ways you may never understand.

You lean in slowly, your breath hitching at the closeness of him and his eyes flutter shut in anticipation.

"Take everything," he reminds you, running his fingertips over your stomach softly.

Guk can't help the mewl that escapes his throat when your lips press to his. He lets you take the lead, keeping his hands to himself politely.

Your kisses are slow and nervous but Jeongguk appreciates them all the same.

"Don't be nervous, baby. I'm right here. You're safe." he promises, pulling away for air.

You don't want this pressing anxiousness, you just want to be normal again. That's all you want.

Your hand shakes when you wrap your hand around his wrist.

"Mmm, that's it. Guide me, babe. Show me where you want me." your husband breathes out, kissing over your jaw with gentle pecks.

"Uh…" you chirp, settling his hand between your thighs.

He hums sensually, letting the heat from his digits warm your soft, cool skin. "So pretty," he purrs.

You gasp loudly when he cups your sex and his eyes are immediately on yours.

"Just relax, baby girl. If you don't like it or you aren't comfortable just tell me. I'll stop right away, okay?" he promises, kissing your lips ever so gently.

You give a meek nod, whimpering when his digits drift over the seat of your panties.

"Baby girl likes it. You're wet already." he breathes, inching his body closer to you.

He can feel the stickiness of your panties and his hips rut into the air at the feeling.

Jeongguk has been so depraved of everything besides the overwhelming feelings of guilt and loneliness he feels deep down inside.

He parts your folds through the sodden fabric, immediately connecting the pad of his thumb to your swollen clit.

"How's that, baby? You like that?" he gasps, watching you writhe under his sweet touch.

You mewl softly, squeezing your eyes shut and nodding.

There's this nervous pit within you that seems to be diminishing by the second. Every deep breath your husband takes and every word of praise that drips from his lips lulls you deeper into his comfort.

"Can I take your panties off?" he inquires sweetly, hooking his fingers into the sides.

Your hips lift within a word and he peels your underwear away at a deathly slow pace.

Your arousal is messy and stringy, breaking away from the soaked fabric to cling to your pussy lips and thighs.

Jeongguk groans wantonly, tossing the fabric away in a fury.

You've both only ever known each other's bodies. You lost your virginities together, you've both only loved each other so much that every part of your bodies is solely for the other.

Even if Guk hasn't had you in months, it's a muscle memory remembering how you like to be pleased.

"You're soaking wet, baby." he gasps, running his fingers over your puffy lower lips.

"P-Please," you whimper childishly, spreading your legs.

The wanton groan that rips from your husband is animalistic and needy at best but it pushes all your fears away in that moment.

"What're you begging for, hmm?" he coos, kissing over your neck.

"I don't know," you laugh, turning your head to him.

His smile is heartbreakingly gorgeous and he kisses you with the intensity to rival a thousand men. If this was any other time you would have pulled away but the arousal that's searingly hot and coursing through you only wants more.

You moan into the kiss, earning a gentle whine from the man you love.

"Is this what you want?" he quips, thrusting two fingers deep inside you.

Your stunted moan is loud and your chest heaves at the fullness you feel.

It's always amazing how he fills you up without even trying.

"Fuck, your pretty cunt is so tight." he groans, curling his fingers expertly to the sensitive bundle of nerves within you.

"G-Gukkie!" you whimper, placing your hand on your growing stomach.

"Feels good, baby? You like it?" he asks sweetly, placing his free hand atop yours on your belly.

You give a meek nod, mouth dropping open when he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you at a snail's pace.

"You're so beautiful," Guk breathes, pressing his thumb back to your swollen clit.

He rubs loving, smooth circles to the nub, praising you when your moans reach a loud pitch.

"Jeongguk!"

"That's not what you call me in bed, baby. You know better. Come on," your husband goads, lifting his long t-shirt to look at your stomach.

"Daddy," you preen softly and he smirks at your sweet tone.

"Good girl, there it is."

His fingers fuck into you faster and your hands can't stop raking over the taut muscles of his stomach.

Jeongguk feels like he doesn't have a second to waste. He wants to please you in every way and show you how much you've been sorely missed.

"What am I going to do with you? You're too gorgeous to be in my bed." he groans, pressing his lips to the swell of your stomach.

Your hips wriggle for more and he pulls out altogether. Adjusting the painfully hard erection beneath his boxers, he lays down on the bed.

"Come take everything from me, baby," he announces, opening his arms.

You feel so empty, so needy and bothered that you immediately heed his command.

Whimpering softly, your legs part over his thick thigh and he gives a warm smile up at you.

"You're so beautiful," he avows, running his hands over your sides.

His thigh is smooth and rigid beneath you. You emit a whimper throughout the quiet room as you begin to rut yourself against his muscles.

"God, you're so wet. My thigh is soaked. Fuck." Guk curses, moving your hips faster.

Looking down into his eyes, they're drunk with adoration and lust.

You're too grateful to feel so peaceful and calm in this moment. You can think of nothing else besides the man beneath you.

"Daddy, I-"

He hums in agreement, tucking his bottom lip tightly between his teeth.

He can only look at your body with wonder. You're so perfect and you always have been. You've always been a dream to him and he's so happy you can be back here in his arms.

Pushing the shirt up higher, his hands graze over your large stomach and he whines softly.

"You look so amazing carrying our daughter." he praises.

His thigh muscles flex tightly for you and your hands scramble to press against his chest at the feeling.

The pressure is so intense and so amazing, you can only babble meaningless words and sounds.

Your head lolls back and your nails scratch against his golden honey skin when the bubble inside you begins to expand.

It's been so long since you've felt this kind of relief that it's approaching at a rapid pace.

"Does it feel good, baby girl? You wanna cum for me?" your husband asks, drifting his hands over your bump.

"Yes," you squeak, allowing him to intertwine your hands together.

"Yes what?" he quips, looking down at his soaked thigh.

"Yes, daddy." you breathe, letting your head loll back.

"Good girl, I bet you're real close, hmm? Just let go, baby. Take what you need."

His hands on your skin are so gentle and sweet that it's easy to fall over the edge with someone to catch you so earnestly.

"I can feel your clit throbbing, shit," your husband whines, running his fingers through his hair.

There's a moment when everything goes still. It's just you, your husband and your deep seated pleasure. You can only begin to relish in it when time starts up again.

"Daddy! Cumming!" you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Look at me when you cum, I want to see your pretty face."

Your eyes snap open on his command and suddenly that bubble inside you bursts.

The pleasure is so intense and so mind shattering that you can only make small gasps and whines as it courses through you.

Your hips rock slowly and your brain short circuits at the explosive feeling.

"Gukkie!" you cry out softly and when your body begins to rack gently, he sits up in a flash to coddle you.

"You're okay, I'm right here. You're safe, baby." he avows, running his hand over the back of your head.

Your chest feels tight and you hug him so closely that there isn't any room for anything else.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to get you water?" he inquires sweetly, kissing your temple.

"Don't leave me." you beg, laying your head down on his shoulder.

"I would never dream of it, baby." he whispers, rocking you slowly in his arms.

Your eyes flutter shut and the small pattern of irregular shapes that your husband draws on your skin calms your heart right away.

"Felt good, huh?" he chuckles, combing his fingers through your hair.

Your nod is childish and sweet, earning a bright smile from the man before you. "I love you, y'know?"

"I love you, too." you whisper, laying down beside him as he falls back.

He looks down at his soaked thigh with a wry smile. "I still get you flooding like a river."

"You're still cocky," you sigh, burying your face into his shoulder.

He laughs loudly, wrinkling his nose. Turning to you, his thumb drifts over the apple of your cheek and he can find no greater peace than this.

"Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?" he inquires.

You shake your head softly, getting comfortable beside him. "Just you."

Wow.

Those words shoot straight to his heart and he feels like he's falling in love all over again.

"Are you in pain, should I help you?" you murmur tiredly.

Clicking his teeth, he kisses your forehead. "I'm never in pain when I'm with you. You should know that by now."

"I didn't feel scared at all. It was really nice," you bleat, feeling your head get heavier on his body.

"I'll show you that you don't have to be nervous or scared anymore. I promise," he whispers, smirking when your lips part in your unconscious state.

You're still quiet when you speak but at least you're speaking.

Guk is over the moon with how close you let him get. He can hug you and kiss you now without feeling your body tense up so tightly.

On one hand he feels guiltier, if he would have just talked to Dr. Kim from the start, maybe your healing process would have begun months before this. On the other hand, just seeing you heal is worth its weight in gold.

"So… progress? Do we want to touch on that?" Namjoon inquires, giving a smile when you sit beside your husband and not at the end of the couch.

"We got closer this week than we ever have yet." Jeongguk tells him, letting his arm go lax so you can wrap your hands around his bicep.

Namjoon's eyes widen and he nods pleasantly. "I see. How was that for you, Y/N?"

You hum softly, watching as your husband spins his wedding band. "It felt good to just relax and not be scared."

"Ah, I see. So it pushed away everything you were nervous about?"

You nod pleasantly, looking up at Jeongguk who gives you a wink in reply.

"I was really nervous at first and my heart felt like it was going to explode but then after a while it kind of melted away," you squeak, feeling your neck and ears heat up out of embarrassment.

"That's really good. It's healthy. Not many people c-"

"But I felt guilty," you chirp, cutting off the therapist.

Dr. Kim narrows his eyes at you curiously and so does your husband.

Namjoon's hands politely fold and he tilts his head when you try to make yourself smaller.

"Why, baby?" your husband pouts, running his hand over the back of your head.

"Well I didn't do anything for you." you bleat, looking down at the sunflowers that make up the bottom of your dress.

Guk frowns deeply, drifting his thumb over the base of your neck. "Baby, you know I don't care about that."

Namjoon takes off his glasses, cleaning them with the hem of his shirt as he takes in your interaction. "So, Y/N, you felt guilty that you couldn't please your husband like he pleased you? Is that right?"

Your nod is miniscule but he does catch it when he puts his glasses back on.

"I see. Well that's quite good in a way, isn't it? It means that you love your husband so much that when you can't give back everything he gives to you it makes you feel as if you've been selfish."

"I've always felt that way. Jeongguk always gives me everything and I feel like I never do nearly enough for him in return." you gasp, accepting your husband's hand when he intertwines your fingers together.

"Babe," he murmurs, brushing a few stray hairs back behind your ear.

"It's natural to feel that way. It just goes to show how much you love him." Namjoon announces, crossing his legs.

Guk pushes the side of your head until you're leaning your temple against his shoulder. His lips glide over the crown of your head and you squeeze his hand tighter within your own.

"I'm going to give you an exercise this week, Y/N." Namjoon says, putting his clipboard aside.

You perk up at his voice, tilting your head curiously.

"Please Jeongguk how you think he should be pleased." the therapist says, folding his arms.

"I'm sorry," you whine to your newlywed husband.

He looks up from the end of the bed, running his soft hands over your calves.

"Don't be sorry, you can't help it." he coos sweetly, kissing over your exposed skin.

"I want to go out and play," you whine, looking out the bay windows of your hotel suite.

The sun is high in the sky and the palm trees sway in what you can only assume is a sweet, cool breeze.

Only on your honeymoon would you get jet lagged and sick.

Guk chuckles, crawling up the bed to lay beside you. "We have so much more time to enjoy Bali, it's okay. You just need to focus on getting better right now."

"But it looks so cool outside," you whine, turning to him with a pout.

He taps his index finger to the tip of your nose cutely. "Just relax, baby. You're not going anywhere until you feel better."

Taking the cold towel off your forehead, he dips it back into the warm water.

"You don't have to stay with me, you can go out and have fun," you suggest, closing your eyes.

"I have all the fun I need in this room. I have you." he whispers, smothering your cheek with kisses.

He lays the warm rag back onto your forehead and he can't help the love that blooms throughout his body when he looks down at you.

Sure, your face is a bit pale and peaky and yeah, your body is covered in a film of cold sweat but God, you still look like everything beautiful and perfect in this world.

"You're so sweet. I don't know how I ended up with someone as perfect as you," you murmur, letting the fresh sea air blow through the window over your body.

His smile is wide and loving, a billion sweet thoughts coursing through his head at all times.

"I think you're perfect. I've loved you since the moment I saw you." he breathes.

"Stop one up-ing me. It's not good for my mental health," you jeer, letting a small smirk grace your features.

Your husband chuckles, kissing the top of your head repeatedly. "No one could ever love you as much as I do."

"Now that I believe," you sigh happily, feeling your husband lay down in bed beside you.

"Just worry about getting better and then we can go play with dolphins."

"Dolphins. Okay, just dream of dolphins." you breathe blearily, accepting the tired state the medicine is putting you in.

Jeongguk gives a lopsided smirk, watching your head tilt towards him.

"Beautiful as always," he whispers, pressing his lips to yours.

Your husband was surprised to hear that you felt guilty in all honesty.

You've never voiced it in that way before.

"Do you think that you don't do enough for me?" he inquires curiously, setting down his chopsticks.

You look up from your food and suddenly the guilt is tripling and swirling around in your gut. "Yeah, sometimes." you whisper.

"Why?" he asks, picking up his plate and bringing it to the sink.

Staring up at the paintings above the dining room table, your head tilts. "Well, you've always been this big love bug and I'm not always like that. You're really selfless and I'm not."

He clicks his teeth softly, turning to you and crossing his arms. "I love you the way you are. I love everything about you… I always have."

"That's what I mean. That selflessness." you breathe, turning to him and giving him a small smile.

He chuckles sweetly, a sound that you adore more than anything in the universe.

When you stand, he quips an eyebrow.

Being kidnapped was terrifying, coming back was just as scary but not being able to show your husband how much he's adored and loved… well that's just as frightening.

Even though you still have this constant looming of nervousness that enraptures your being, it doesn't supercede the need to show love to your husband which you're grateful for.

"What is it?" your husband coos when you grip his wrist.

You don't reply, pulling him towards your bedroom silently.

"Baby?" he inquires, allowing you to take him to your room.

Closing the door behind you, you want to flee but you stand your ground, pushing against his chest until he's seated on the foot of the bed.

He stares up at you curiously, putting his hands behind him to balance himself.

"I love you," you avow.

"I love you too. Baby, what is it? Are you alright?" he asks curiously, tilting his head.

Your knees touch down on the soft carpet underfoot and his eyes widen.

"Wait, babe. It's okay. You don't have to-"

"I want to," you promise, cutting him off.

He takes in your doe-like gaze and he hums unsurely to himself.

"Come kneel on the bed if anything, I don't want your knees to get hurt." he breathes, pushing himself back to give you room.

See. He's too sweet and gentle to be unappreciated.

You take his advice, climbing onto the bed between his parted thighs.

Licking his lips slowly, his eyes watch you like a hawk.

"Y/N, we don't have to do this right n-" he groans softly, cutting off his words when you graze your hand along his soft cock.

His eyes squeeze shut and you're almost too quick at unbuttoning his jeans.

He lifts his hips, his pretty lips parting for air and his chest seems to tighten.

You're sure he's been aching since the other night when you fell asleep on him and the answer becomes known right away when you pull down his briefs.

He's already rock hard, the long, thick length seems to twitch and pulse for relief. The bulbous head is a maddening red and he seems so sensitive that even the soft graze against his heavy balls has him whining.

"G-God," he hisses, laying back.

You lick your lips, watching as precum begins to bead at the tip.

You've only ever had this man beneath you and God, you're lucky to have him.

"Take your shirt off," he begs, tugging at the hem.

You do as told, suddenly too concerned with pleasing him than to feel any sort of nervousness.

"Fuck, your tits are huge." he groans, palming your breasts softly.

Taking a sharp breath between your teeth, you can only whimper at his touch.

"Hurts?" he asks sweetly, pulling away.

"No, no. More. Feels good. They ache." you coo.

He tugs down the cups, widening his eyes at how different they look than what he's always been used to.

"Damn," he mumbles, sitting up.

"This is about you," you whine, palming his cock.

He moans so loudly that it ricochets through you and you can already feel your panties dampening.

Jeongguk is quick to tug off his shirt, giving you full view and access to his God-like body.

"Your nipples are so puffy." he bleats, running his thumbs over them.

"Jeongguk," you croon softly, trying to admonish him but it isn't coming out as such.

When your nipples begin to harden, small beads of milk start to gather at the tips and his eyes shoot up to yours.

"I want to taste," he growls, laying you down.

He isn't sure if it's because you look so motherly and so angelic or if it's something that he didn't even know would turn him on but the sight of your breasts leaking is sending him into an animalistic fury.

"I'm supposed to be making you feel good!" you gasp, feeling his lips drift over your clavicle.

"You always make me feel good," he murmurs, scoffing loudly when you begin to jerk his cock in hand.

His lips are warm and sweet against the swell of your breasts. You can feel the pufts of hot air he expels with each groan and scoff as he snaps his hips to your hand.

The tip of his tongue peeks out between the sweet pink petals of his lips and he looks up at you for confirmation.

Your smile is enough for him to continue and his hand presses to the distended side of your stomach as he makes his dissent.

Flicking the tip of your nipple with his tongue, your milk is sweet and enrapturing against his taste buds and he preens at the taste.

"Fuck, it's so sweet." he gasps, wrapping his lips around your stiff peaked bud.

You can only whine sweetly, carding your fingers through his hair when he suckles harder.

"D-Daddy! Oh!" you cry out, running your thumb around the head of his cock.

His precum is thick and sticky as you spread it around the head and he shivers against you.

You feel relief and intoxication when he continues to suckle. "Feels so good, the other one. Please."

He complies immediately, moving to your other breast and suckling.

"Oh fuck, baby. I want your mouth on me," he begs, letting your nipple go with a noisy pop.

It's easy to get back into this routine, shoving him down to have full access to his body.

Your tongue swirls around the bulbous head of his cock, picking up the thick, sticky precum he beads endlessly.

"Holy s-shit," he groans, moving your hair out of your face.

Gathering your hair into one fist, he runs his free hand along your cheek.

With every dip of your head, a string of curses greets your ears and you know how much he's enjoying himself.

"God! You've always been so good with your mouth. Fuck!" he curses, letting his head thump back to the pillow beneath him.

His cock begins to throb as you swallow around him and the hiss of pleasure he seethes through his teeth has your loins unfurling with sickly sweet wanting.

"W-Watch your stomach." he begs when you swallow him to the hilt.

Your nose brushes against his bare public bone and your husband is quick to wipe the tears off of your cheeks.

"My cock is too big for your pretty throat, huh? You're making a mess," he coos, drifting his thumb over your precum and spit covered chin.

You don't care how messy you look, you just want him to feel good because he deserves it. He deserves everything.

You begin to fuck his cock into your mouth faster and Jeongguk can only hiss and groan semblances of words.

"You- Ooh, fuck! You're so go-good at this. Shit!" he cries out, lifting his hips off the bed.

Whimpering gently as his cock begins to throb in your throat, you grip onto his thick thighs.

"You're gonna make me cum, Christ!" he moans, tugging on your hair.

With each dip of your head, his precum squirts onto the flat of your tongue and you're so lost in the world of pleasing your husband that you can't think of anything else.

"Off, get off. I want to cum on your belly." he gasps, pulling your hair.

With a noisy pop and a soaked chin, you let his cock fall free from your mouth.

You lay down at his command, running your fingers over his abs as he jerks his cock in hand.

"You look so fucking pretty with my baby inside you, I'm-I'm gonna cum all over this belly," he whines, his blonde hair falling into his eyes.

Tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, he gives a long groan. "Baby!"

Your thighs rub together for any and all friction you can find, staring up at the handsome man. His eyebrows knit and his mouth drops open into a silent scream.

Palming your leaking breast, he curses once more before ropes of his cum land on your distended stomach. "Fuck!"

He sits back on his heels, looking you over with lust drunk eyes and the goofy grin he gives you makes your heart hammer inside your chest.

"Damn," he breathes heavily, putting his hands on his hips, "you look so good covered in my cum."

You can't help but give a sweet giggle, letting your head loll back to the mattress.

Jeongguk takes in the silence and for the first time in a long time, he doesn't find it eerie.

"Are you aching?" he whispers, spreading your thighs.

You hum nonchalantly and when he looks down at your swollen cunt, he narrows his eyes at you. "Don't try to hide your need from me. I see your clit throbbing."

"This was about you," you offer, sitting up on your elbows.

"Don't care." he chides softly, wiping your stomach with his briefs.

His arms wrap around your thighs and your breath hitches in your throat when his head bows down.

The gentle kiss he gives to your swollen bundle of nerves has your hips lifting off the bed.

"You deserve to be pleased more than anyone in this universe," he coos, licking a flat strip up your sex.

"Guk!" you gasp, fisting your hands into his hair.

"Play nice," he jeers, attaching his perfect lips to your clit.

He suckles harshly, flicking his tongue back and forth until your chest has no more air to expel.

"You're so sensitive when you're pregnant," he breathes, entering two fingers into you slowly.

You whine his name, arching your back at the fullness you feel. His fingers curl perfectly inside of you and you can already feel your head swimming with pleasure.

You didn't register just how needy you were until this moment. You were too busy trying to please the man you adore.

"Daddy!" you whimper, letting go of his hair to fist the sheets in your hands.

He hums softly in agreement, slowly adding a third finger.

It's pent up wanting that floods through you at a blinding pace and your mind goes blank in an instant.

Jeongguk fucks his fingers into you faster, keeping his eyes plastered on your stomach which seems to get tighter and tighter by the second.

It's never taken him a long time to get you to your peak and it was and is something he's still constantly proud of.

"Oh my God!" you whine, throwing your head back.

When he hears your sobs of pleasure, he lifts the hood of your clit, taking his time to caress the throbbing bud with the tip of his tongue.

"I'm gonna cum. Daddy, pl-please let me." you beg, squeezing your eyes shut.

He hums in agreement, suckling harder until your legs are twitching and freezing in place.

The pads of his fingers flick against the velvet walls inside of you and suddenly your orgasm is blinding.

Your body racks with cries and your eyes well up with pleasured tears.

"You squirted for me, baby girl." Guk coos, pulling out of you and licking his fingers.

"Oh fuck," you gasp, putting your hand over your heart.

Your husband chuckles, inching up the bed until he's face to face with your stomach.

"Hi princess," he whispers to your daughter, running his hand over the soft, smooth skin.

It takes you a while to gather yourself after that explosive orgasm but hearing Jeongguk speak so sweetly to your daughter brings you back down to Earth.

"I really missed you, y'know," he avows, kissing your belly, "Daddy is gonna work really hard to make sure you and mommy are super safe and happy. Okay? Does that sound good?"

There's a tiny kick beneath his hand that has him chuckling in an instant. "Did you miss me too? We're all gonna heal together as a family. I'm going to spend the rest of my life making up for those months, alright?"

When he looks over at you and his hair falls into his large mocha eyes, you can only smile warmly.

"I love you," you breathe, feeling butterflies swirl around inside your stomach.

He smiles brightly, rubbing smooth circles to your distended skin. "I love you, too baby."

Healing isn't always a one track thing. Sometimes there are setbacks and turns, other times it takes years.

You feel lucky to be getting your life back so quickly and it's only because your husband is the most supportive man of all time.

"So how was this past week?" Doctor Kim inquires, running his hands over the knees of his pants.

Jeongguk kisses the top of your head, wrapping his strong arm around your shoulders when you coddle to his side. "She's doing incredibly well."

You can only beam at his words, sending a shy smile the doctor's way.

"Y/N, how did you feel about the exercise? Did you show Jeongguk how much he means to you?"

"I tried," you breathe, recalling that night. "But it's a two way street with us, I guess."

Namjoon nods, setting down his clipboard. "And you know what? That's okay. In my opinion it's better to have things equal on both sides. It's a good thing that Guk adores you so much that he doesn't want things to be one sided."

"That's right," Guk whispers, intertwining your hand with his.

You look down at his wedding band, leaning your head on his shoulder with a pleasant sigh.

"And what about the anxiety, Y/N? Did you feel much of that?"

Your cheeks burn at the intimate question but you answer the doctor anyway. "No, it all just kind of melted away. I was so focused on pleasing him that it just kind of… faded."

Dr. Kim nods, crossing his legs and taking off his glasses to clean them. "You're healing. That's so important and you're doing it the right way -- together. Soon, you won't even need to come here."

Jeongguk runs his thumb over your bare shoulder, kissing the top of your head until your mind goes blank with only positive emotions.

"What should our exercise be this week?" your husband inquires.

Namjoon tilts his head, looking over how healthy the bond between you both has strengthened. "Just relish in each other's company."

"I really hate this," Guk sighs, wrinkling his nose at the design he's drawn.

The disappointment in his voice draws your attention and suddenly you're draping your upper body over the back of the couch.

"I think it's pretty, what's wrong with it?" you inquire.

He sighs, tossing his pencil down and running his hands through his long hair.

"It just feels so… rigid and so… fucking… bland. It has no soul in it. There's no emotion."

You don't know how he's always been so creative. It's always been a wonder to watch him work whether he was just doodling random cartoon characters or he was trying to create a new look for an upcoming building.

Your husband's eyebrows are notched together tightly, completely absorbed by everything wrong with the sketch.

"It feels so impersonal. There's no real soul in it. No real connection." he seethes, frustrated.

You pout in his direction, wishing you could distract him for just a second.

He's been so caught up in this project it's almost eating away at him.

Guk hasn't been sleeping or eating the way he should, he hasn't been enjoying life since the beginning of this project.

So you do the one thing that will get his attention.

Peeling off your sundress, you stand up off the couch.

Your husband runs his hands over his face due to his frustration and his breath catches in his throat when his eyes open.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry. I'm not really in the mood to-"

"Just let me take care of you," you cut him off, unlatching your bra and letting it fall to the dining room floor.

Jeongguk takes a sharp breath between his teeth, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you between his now parted thighs.

His hands run over your curves, looking up at you with soft, loving eyes.

"You're so beautiful," your husband breathes, leaning in to kiss between the valley of your breasts.

You hum softly, letting your fingers card through his black locks.

His lips pepper more loving kisses to your skin before he's stopping.

"That's what this project needs. More curves! More fluidity! Motion! Something with emotion!" he cries out, sitting up straight.

You sigh, putting your hands on your hips and narrowing your eyes at him.

"I know! I know! You're so totally pissed at me but just stand there for a few minutes," he beams, grabbing the large sketching pad and his pencil.

"Mkay," you concede, watching his eyes drift over you slowly.

"You're my biggest inspiration! I don't know why I didn't think of this before!" he whines, running one hand over your bare side as his dominant hand sketches fluid lines.

"I love you," you remind him.

His hand stutters on the paper and he looks up at you with the most blinding of smiles. "I love you too, gorgeous. Always."

Today was the first day you've had company over in your house since you've gotten back home.

Jimin has been privy to everything being your husband's best friend and he's kept completely silent on the topic which you find yourself grateful for.

But the most frustrating part throughout the whole evening is feeling your friend tiptoe through every conversation you both have.

He stops talking every five seconds as if he's thinking over what he's going to say before actually saying it just in case it triggers something inside of you.

And while you're grateful -- you wish it hadn't come to this.

"Your tomato plants look healthy," Jimin breathes, nodding towards the back patio.

"Jeongguk took good care of them while I was gone." you chirp, feeling your husband's lips press against your temple.

Your best friend clears his throat, slowly nodding at your admission.

Long gone is the frail woman who would jump at each and every small sound and every quick movement.

You just want to be normal again. You don't want to be the kidnapped victim anymore.

You want to be Jeon Jeongguk's wife.

You want to be the mother of a precious little girl.

Not someone who's been taken.

Jimin taps his fingers to the arm of his chair, bringing the mouth of his beer bottle closer to his face.

He's thinking again. Thinking of what to say.

Looking down at your lap, your fingers drift slowly over the swell of your stomach.

"The baby's getting big." your best friend comments.

Your husband takes the opportunity to fawn over you, pulling you close to his sweet smelling chest. "Yeah, she is. We decided to go with Haneul for her name. It's something uplifting and healing. We definitely needed that after everything that's happened."

You're more than grateful that Guk isn't too shy around the subject.

Ignoring the situation is one thing. Pretending like it never happened would kill you inside.

Jimin clears his throat, taking a deep swig of his beer.

Maybe it's your pregnancy hormones or maybe it's something even more troublesome that bubbles with a fury deep within you.

"Jimin. It's okay to talk about it, y'know." you announce, crossing your legs.

"N-No, I know. I just-" he doesn't finish his sentence, looking down at the knees of his pants.

"I'm not scared or ashamed of it anymore. We've both started to heal properly. It's alright for you to speak about it."

Jeongguk kisses your cheek, curving his hand around your distended stomach.

"I know… I just…"

"You don't see me the same anymore? I'm not the same girl that used to stick my used gum in your hair when we were in sixth grade? I'm not the same person that helped you lose your virginity in college by introducing you to Byul? Yes, I was kidnapped. I was handcuffed to a radiator at night. I bagged up drugs for free and got like twenty grains of rice a day. I wasn't allowed to speak. I was losing the feeling in both of my legs when Haeneul kept getting bigger because I couldn't walk anywhere. But I'm okay now. I'm still me. I'm still the same nasty, irritating bitch that made fun of you for that lopsided bowl cut you decided to do on yourself so you could look like Rain."

Jeongguk and Jimin blink in unison.

Your husband kisses the top of your head repeatedly, hugging you closer to his body.

Your best friend stares at you and you can practically see the rusty cogs turning in his mind.

"It wasn't fucking lopsided. All the girls loved that look." Jimin says finally, smirking over the top of his beer bottle.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, bud." you giggle, letting your body relax against Guks.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. It's just taking me a while to adjust to you being back. I don't want to upset you." your friend apologizes, leaning forward and placing his hand on your knee.

"You can't possibly upset me, I'm stronger now. Stronger than I've probably ever been," you promise, placing your hand atop his.

Jeongguk groans loudly as he jumps onto the bed.

His hands open and close childishly, giving you a big smile when you shed his t-shirt from your body.

"You okay?" your husband inquires, running his hands over your thighs as you straddle his waist.

"Yeah, I just don't want to be 'the victim' anymore. I'm healing and I want everyone around me to heal as well."

He nods in agreement, sitting up and drifting his lips over your collarbone.

"I got something you can heal if you're up for it," he quips, pulling your bra strap and letting it snap back into place.

You hum to him, gasping softly when he tugs down the cups of your bra.

"Fuck," he curses softly, suckling softly at the thin skin of your neck.

His chest presses against your stomach and when the gentle kick of your daughter reminds him she's also there he can only smile against your skin.

His hands rub at your distended sides, kissing down the swell of your breasts. "Daddy needs some one-on-one time with mommy right now."

You let out a breathy laugh only to suck a sharp breath between your teeth when the tip of his tongue flicks at your nipple.

Your back arches and Guk takes the opportunity to unlatch your bra, his hands cup beneath your breasts, pushing them up for his viewing pleasure.

"Such pretty tits," he hisses, suckling from one nipple to the other until you're a shivering, sobbing mess before him.

It's a downright sin how fast you get wet for him. He could snap his fingers and you'd be sodden in an instant.

"D-Daddy," you preen softly, combing your fingers through his hair as he pushes your breasts together.

He suckles on both nipples at once, keeping his eyes glued to your pleased face.

Your hips roll against his hardening cock, whimpering when he flicks his tongue quickly against both stiff peaks in tandem.

"You're soaking through your underwear like a little cumslut," he hums, running his hands over your back and laying you down softly.

Jeongguk kisses down your body slowly, drawing out long sighs and whines from you until your mouth is dry and aching.

He leaves hot, open mouthed pecks along the swell of your stomach as he makes his descent.

Your hands are shaky, eyes widening to watch him.

Grabbing needily at your thighs, he kisses over your clothed pubic bone, grabbing the band of your underwear with his teeth and tugging playfully.

"Fuck, you get my cock so hard," he breathes, pulling down his briefs.

His thick cock bobs in the air, pearling with precum and twitching with neediness.

"Christ," you whine, reaching forward to touch it.

He stops you in an instant, kissing up your forearm and hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties.

Guk pulls down your underwear slowly, licking his lips at the amount of arousal that is spread over your bare lower lips.

Tossing the underwear away, he spreads you open with his index and middle finger.

He hums aloud, watching your entrance pulse and quiver, begging to be fucked.

"Pretty little pussy just dying to take my fat cock," he groans, burying his face against your core.

He suckles at your lips, your clit, your thighs, adoring the high pitched whines that emit throughout the room.

"Daddy, please!" you cry out, lifting your hips for more.

Slowly, he enters two fingers into you, kissing up your belly.

You gasp loudly, letting your head loll back at the full feeling.

He curls his fingers to the spongy spot within you that makes you boneless before him.

"M-More!" you whine, fisting the sheets.

He smiles against your skin, adding a third finger.

Your chest heaves and you tug gently on his hair.

"You wanna cum? You wanna soak the bed for me? Hmm?" he inquires cheekily, kissing up to your breast.

You nod quickly, letting your mouth drop open when he begins to fuck you faster with his fingers.

He suckles at your nipple, groaning at the milk that enraptures his taste buds.

Your toes curl and your eyes become spotty.

"I want you to squirt all over my fucking hand." he seethes through his teeth.

The sounds of your wet cunt echo throughout the bedroom and your eyes squeeze shut at the oncoming pleasure that creeps steadily through your body.

"Your belly is getting so big, I love it. You look so beautiful carrying my baby." he murmurs, nipping at your ear lobe.

Your hips lift, moans turning it babbles and semblances of words from different languages.

When he feels your pussy begin to throb around his fingers, your husband moans into your ear. "You're gonna cum for me, aren't you? Cum for daddy, get my hand nice and soaked."

"F-Fuck!" you squeak, pulling at the sheets until they're pooling around your body.

Then the bliss enraptures you, you cry your husband's name loudly, slamming your hips down to his hand with a quickness to ride out your high.

You can feel your arousal squirting out of you in waves and Jeongguk groans loudly at the sight.

Pulling his fingers from your core, he rubs your clit quickly, adoring how your body shudders.

"Good girl," he coos, prying your legs open and entering his fingers into his mouth.

Whimpering gently, you run your hands over his arms, willing your breathing to return to normal.

He runs his hard cock through your folds, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Your pregnant cunt is so warm," he breathes, thrusting deeply inside of you.

You moan for him, wrapping your legs around his waist and hooking your ankles together.

His thighs spread wider, placing his hands on your belly and running his thumbs soothingly over the skin as you accommodate to his large size.

He starts off slow, letting the bulbous head of his cock drag through your plush walls sensually.

"Oh fuck, yes," he hisses, peppering kisses over your knee and down your thigh.

Your husband takes his time, letting his hands roam over your body.

He's afraid to cum too quickly, it's been a long time since he's been inside you.

Lifting your hips off the bed, he palms the skin of your backside.

"Yes, God, right there!" you whine, digging the heels of your feet into his back.

"Yeah? Right here?" he teases, thrusting hard to the one spot that has your mind swimming, "Like that? Your pregnant little pussy wants more right there?"

You cry out loudly, bringing your hands to knead at your breasts.

"Yes, daddy! More! Please!" you beg.

"Open your mouth," he instructs, letting one of your cheeks go.

Doing as told, he enters two fingers into your mouth. He keeps them flat on your tongue, picking up speed with his hips.

You whine and gargle against his digits, keening loudly when he throws your legs over his shoulders.

He angles himself forward, minding your large stomach.

"You feel so fucking good around me. You're so fucking wet, sloppy little pregnant hole just for me."

You sob loudly against his fingers, letting him fuck you down the bed.

His teeth nip at your calf, groaning at how impossibly tight you are for him.

"What's that, baby girl? I can't hear you. You want it harder? You want me to wreck your pregnant pussy?" he hisses, hooking an arm around your thighs and pressing them tightly against his body.

You scream against his fingers, your second orgasm approaches like a freight train and you know all too well that you won't last much longer.

"Fuck, look at these tits," he groans, pulling his fingers from your mouth and drifting them over your hardened nipples.

"Da-Daddy, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna…" you whimper, scratching your nails down his thighs.

"Oh, yeah? You wanna cum on this thick cock? Go ahead, baby girl. It's all for you," Guk moans, sliding his knees under your backside and ramming the head of his cock into the soft patch of nerves within you until you're squirting for him once more.

"Christ!" he cries out, pushing your legs off his shoulders and angling his body over yours.

He's seemingly hypnotized by the way your breasts heave upward with each thrust and he keeps his hands on your belly, rubbing smooth circles to the skin.

"Tell me you love me," he begs, squeezing his eyes shut.

"I love you," you sob, watching his long blonde hair fall into his eyes.

"You're never fucking leaving my side again," he seethes, leaning down and suckling at your breast.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," he sobs against your nipple.

You feel it then, his cock thickening and throbbing for release within you.

"Where do you want it?" he gasps, looking up at you.

"In me, cum inside me! I want to feel it!" you beg, running your nails down his arms.

"Oh, baby!" he moans, thrusting slowly and deep until warm ropes of cum lather your spent walls.

He lets out a shaky sigh, pulling out of you and spreading your lower lips. "Push it out," he instructs.

You do as told, pushing his cum from your blissed core.

"Fucking hot," he murmurs, kissing over your shoulder and laying down beside you with a groan.

His hand cups your stomach, his face nuzzles into your neck and your rapidly beating heart begins to even out once more.

"I love you, baby. More than anything or anyone in this universe." he avows tiredly.

When he feels the gentle kick of your daughter beneath his hand he lifts his head. "You too, princess. I love you too."

You smile at the sight, closing your eyes.

There is no one in this world that could help you heal like your husband beside you.

"Well," Dr. Kim breathes, "I think this is going to be our last session."

"Really?" you inquire, wide-eyed.

He nods in agreement, taking off his glasses.

"You've healed so much over this past month. Faster than I've ever seen before. You're an incredibly strong woman." the doctor announces.

"Well I have the most supportive partner," you smile, nudging your husband who winks at you in reply.

"You'll still need to be open with each other. You'll need to rely on one another and keep it up but that hole within you is filling up more and more each day."

Jeongguk nods astutely, kissing your temple sweetly.

"You both are the perfect example of healing with a loved one. I can see how much you love each other. I can feel how much you adore the other and that's powerful. That can get you through anything."

Your chest puffs up at the therapist's words. There really is no better person to heal with than Jeon Jeongguk.

"I love you," he whispers into your ear.

"I love you too." you reply, intertwining your fingers.

"And on that note, that ends our session." Namjoon smiles, putting the clipboard on the table and putting his glasses back on.

In this moment, Jeongguk takes in the silence and he relishes it.

While it's loud and it's deafening, it calms him.

Because when you're by his side, the silence sounds like the most healing, romantic song.