#sometimes i catch myself daydreaming of a possible future

[tamagotchikgs]

layin up thinkn about all the numerous times ive ruined chances irl n getting real scared that ill fuck this one up too

[sugar-omi]

Ohhh the newest dad cove post the pregnant mc is so so good,,,,, rip though imagine just how clingy this makes him oh my god. (late riser mc) he’s constantly falling asleep on the couch next to you when it gets later, hand on your back or around your middle whether you’re showing yet or not because he can’t stand the idea of you needing something but not waking him up ‘cause he’s in bed(especially when you have bad “morning” sickness).

or something that absolutely makes my blood pressure absolutely skyrocket is strangers being touchy, (he’d obviously not be like? weird about it like if you want to let family or friends feel the baby kick; he’s honestly just nodding along with the biggest goofy-proud smile like “it’s the coolest thing ever right???”) but if random strangers are getting touchy or pushy because they seem to think pregnant people are free real estate? just this big ass man getting physically between the two of you and completely shutting them down without a word? 1000/10.

also rip mc but I myself am a Cove suprise twins truther and not gonna lie to anyone but unless you are well above average size? rip mc. late second trimester and on is just a mess because like the other post said? all fun and games having a giant husband until giant baby time. man is so conflicted(for a multitude of reasons tbh because if one baby almost being here wasn’t overwhelming enough? two?) because on the one hand there’s almost a twinge of guilt because you’re so sore and tired and sick of having to pee every five seconds, but also, not even a sexual(or maybe just a little) thing but some part of his brain is like you said just? that’s his baby- his babies, like it hits him so much that you are literally carrying his kids that you two made together and you trust him enough to be by your side and be your kids’ dad?? and sometimes he’s looking at you with big wet eyes and wobbly lips while you’re trying to hunt down the current craving and you panic that he’s crying, and when he explains… oh now you’re crying because of hormones being out of wack and he’s too sweet for this.

I LOVE YOU ANON. WE ARE THE SAME. literally sharing all my thoughts rn pls... i love the thought of my mc n cove having 1 kid (thru adoption) and their first pregnancy/baby being twins. just instantly throws them into the boiling pot of parenthood

n omg he's so fucking clingy after you get pregnant. if you're not a hugger, you are now. because he needs to be around you n touching you, he fucking loves you so much and just needs to touch n kiss n hold you

omfg, tries to feel the baby kick or anything like that before it's even possible. instantly starts talking to your baby before they're even supposed to be able to hear

if you're still sleeping, or napping, he'll cuddle up near your stomach and strokes the area, tracing hearts and stars and such, talking about how much he loves you. how great you are. tells funny stories from your shared childhood, tells your baby/babies about their future aunts n uncles n grandparents.

they're gonna be so loved.

n if you wake up in the middle of him doing this, try to stay still and listen because then he goes on about how much he loves the babe/s and how he's gonna take care of them, and you, and he'll protect n love them n he daydreams out loud about all the milestones, all the way up to their weddings which just makes him cry

you might even catch him rambling about how he'll make sure they never feel insecure, or like a burden, or anything like that, especially any feelings or thoughts he had from his childhood.

and yeahh, he'd be so overwhelmed and freaked out if your first pregnancy is TWINS!! he gets anxious. because now there's a double chance of failure. he's just so afraid for your future, and even if you're anxious and afraid too now with the news, he does calm down even if you don't comfort him.

bouncing your anxieties off each other, makes him realize you're both going towards a good path. if you're already worried about X, Y, and Z, then you know you're on the same page, and while parenthood is unpredictable.. your beliefs and wishes for your family are certain

takes a deep breath n just promises you it'll be okay. you'll figure it out. you can worry through parenthood together. and you'll figure it out together.

does call his dad and he talks to cove, helps him with his anxieties, etc.. it helps him relax when cliff says that, while cove was a very happy accident, at least he's prepared unlike he and kyra were. this was something you wanted, prepared for. that all the mental preparation, is the best it'll get and now you have to figure it out together, and that he, kyra, and your moms are here to help you figure it out.

n omg cove feeling bad about you being sore, tired, exhausted from the baby totally rearranging your guts and pressing against your bladder like a meat press.

always offers you massages, foot rubs. and helps you do any maintenance, like helping you shave or doing your names, put on lotion, etc. since your stomach is getting too big to work around

helps you put on your shoes if you need, too. he brings you all the snacks (ends up trying your cravings too. in fact, HE has cravings n now both of you are scrambling for the car and end up sitting in the parking lot eating whatever weird combo one of you thought of)

and you're so right about him finding you attractive when you're pregnant, not necessarily sexual like you said although it has undertones. in fact, since we're talking about it. it's kinda like they're satisfied they made their mark on you LOL

which in that case... cove probably doesn't even realize how.. happy. he is. that whenever you leave the house, people can easily see you have someone at home waiting for you. that you're taken.

literally read an article about men's thoughts on their pregnant wives, and they're so interesting (can't get over the guy saying ["my wife still doesn't believe i found her sexy during her pregnancy. i saw what a baby did to her and it just made me want to fill her with more."])

n their increased attraction all seems to come back to their wife carrying their baby, and their body getting bigger. not even just her boobs and butt, loves how her tummy gets bigger during the pregnancy, loves the stretches marks because it's a sign of the hard work she did carrying their baby

he just loves everything about you. loves your glow, your scent, your whole look.

also like i said before, pregnancy just kinda flipped a primal switch in cove's brain. happens to pretty much every man on the planet. loves when you ask him for help because you're too pregnant to do it. or if you call him "daddy", "papa" or something along those lines, just messing with him (same way guys will call you "mama"), he has to grip the counter n take a minute because omfg... he's a dad. he's your babies dad. even if you don't call him that, has to take a breather if you bring him up like that.

is so fucking ecstatic about you calling him your babies father that he will probably fall on the floor crying n throwing up like. he's insane.

ohhh and he'd just be at your beck and call the further along you get. imagine him with his arm wrapped around your waist or shoulder, just keeping you secure in his grip as you cross the road.

just becomes so much more protective. subtly of course, not overboard like growling n hissing but yknow he keeps you close, keeps an eye out.. etc.

oh and you're so right about him putting himself between you n touchy stranger number 8123901. even if you tell him it's okay, he still checks you out to see if you're uncomfortable.

but lets be real, i can't see many daring to get handsy and pushy with your over 6 foot, somewhere 'round 200lbs, husband next to you. that'd just be stupid.

so don't be afraid to just drag him to the store to be your shield LOL

still, even though he relaxes a bit as your pregnancy progresses and to strangers, he seems pretty relaxed and cool n all that. does go home with you and can't help but cry because you look so cute, and your family is increasing, n it's just all so much. he's a big baby still

[toomanybiasesss]

𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 | enhypen vampire ff | 01 |

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༊*·˚ synopsis. Welcome Students to Lakewood High! Where the most widespread boys happen to be vampires and even werewolves. When a mysterious new student, Choi Y/n, transfers to Lakewood High, the boys find themselves particularly drawn to her. As horrendous incidents begin to piece the academy apart, enemies start to unveil, and mysteries start to confound, it is all up to Choi Y/n to save the fate of all.

༊*·˚ genre. fantasy!

༊*·˚ wc. 2.3k.

༊*·˚ warnings. none!

༊*·˚ a/n note. ahh this is my first post ever! i hope you guys will like it. i went more into detail about this in my trailer video posted on this. feel free to give ideas, suggestions for future posts! this will also be visible on wattpad.

༊*·˚ pairings. enha!femreader.

༊*·˚ playlist link!

CHAPTER 01 ;; _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

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It's just absurd. Don't you think? Changing prosperous academies? It's even more ominous that my parents are sending me away for school. I am not the type to get overly enthusiastic about everything or anything. Sometimes this sounds like an excellent possibility to get away from your family, But I prefer to be; by myself, on my own, in my personal space. I have my secrets. Power? Abilities? Not something you often see, maybe only with the fiction tale. It will be an amusing semester. New possibilities and adventures. Right?

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The car comes to a halt, and I look outside of the academy, Lakewood High. Famous for outstanding achievers, bringing out the richest of families, and its remarkable history. A school; that's full of all sorts of secrets and royalty. That sounds like the deal I like. I watch as students appear to the outside. Their laughter of them echoes through my ears. Some even with smiles. Mhmm? Seem like school is out for the weekend. While in my daydreaming self, a voice makes itself known-

Driver: You are going to love it here, Ms.Y/n.

You were coming back to validity, just responding to the older fellow in front of you with a smile and nod.

Driver: Leave me to get your belongings out for you.

The driver excitedly makes his way out of the car, fast to retrieve your luggage. You take one good look before sighing and finally opening the door to the car. You're immediately met with a fresh breeze and the smell of scentful flowers. You close your eyes and take in the stunning scenery.

You: Isn't it lovely?

Driver: Sure is!

As your eyes, open wide, your baggage is already beside you. You were surprised by the two knocks behind you; on the roof of the car.

Driver: Remember to have lots of fun, okay?

You: I know.

Driver: Your parents are just a phone call away.

You pause for a second before saying-

You: Thank you, Quinn.

Quinn flashes a big smile as he opens the door to the car. The car starts as it soon drives away. You give one last wave. As you now stare at the tremendous academy in front of you. The academy was disturbingly exquisite but still looked aesthetically gladdening from the outside. You give another sigh as you grasp your luggage and make your way to your newly awaited school.

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You enter the school. As you look around, you notice some students engaged in their conversations. The academy starts with an elegant staircase with fabulous chandeliers hanging from above. Your eyes continue to observe the school full of royalty.

???: Ms. Y/n, Welcome to Lakewood High!

A voice catches you by surprise. Must be the principal?

???: I'm principal Mae, but you can refer to me as Mrs. Mae.

The woman walks up to you to greet you with a smile. She is well-presented, well-kept and speaks with her firm British accent. You beam at her while offering a hand, which she shakes in return.

Mrs. Mae: This way, please

You follow her up the stairs while still observing the school itself. You look down only to see that the students have taken notice of your arrival. You notice the whispers and stares from the other learners. All eyes stay on you as you walk up the staircase. The new girl detected reward. I despise it.

You soon make it toward a door with unique designs on it. Mrs. Mae opens the door leading to a spacious lounge. Wow. Neat. You make your way inside while closing the door behind you.

Mrs. Mae: Take a seat, Y/n.

Mrs. Mae makes her way to her desk and takes a seat. You look around the room filled with vivid paintings and various illustrations.

Mrs. Mae: We usually don't accept students during the semesters, but your parents happen to be good friends with me. So, I couldn't say no.

The woman says while you take a seat right in front of her.

Mrs. Mae: Ohh Y/n...

Mrs. Mae takes your hands and holds them in hers.

Mrs. Mae: You look just like your mother.

You smile at the compliment. You've heard it countless times from other people, so it wasn't new to you. You soon retrieve your hands to yourself.

You: May I ask, how'd you become friends with my mother?

Mrs. Mae stares at you with sparkling eyes in admiration before answering-

Mrs. Mae: Well, she was my roommate. And soon after, we became the best of friends.

You: And my dad?

Mrs. Mae: I met him through your mother. Funny guy, I'll tell you.

You laugh in response because it's true. Mrs. Mae soon giggles with you.

Mrs. Mae: I'm glad they sent you here. You're a courageous and powerful girl. It is the ideal school for you, Y/n.

What Mrs. Mae said made you feel a type of way. You instantly felt a warm sensation on your neck.

You couldn't even describe it, but it felt so potent. It struck from all over your body. It caught you off guard, but you just brushed it off as nothing.

Mrs. Mae: Well, don't let me keep you waiting, you most probably want to go get some rest.

You watch as the lady takes out a key from her desk drawer.

Mrs. Mae: Here you go! Your key to your dorm.

Mrs. Mae gives the key in your hands lightly.

Mrs. Mae: I'm looking forward to having you here, Y/n.

You grin at her while standing up and finally making your way out of the comfy lounge.

You shut the door behind you.

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You glance look at the key to your dorm.

You: How cute...

???: What is...?

The sudden voice startles you making you gasp.

You: Who are you?!

A tall figure of a boy stood right next to the corridor. It was too dark to see his face or calculate how he looked. You could see his dark-colored hair; he had the school uniform on with some agitation to it as well. He started to walk closer to you, but his facial features were still clouded from your point of view.

???: You must be Y/n.

You: Does the new girl thing circulate that quickly?!

Your statement made the boy chuckle with a smirk left on his face.

???: Haha, you don't even know... I'm Lee Heeseung. Nice to meet you.

Heeseung gives a hand, which you gladly abide and shake.

You: Well. Nice to meet you Heeseung, I'm-

HS: Y/n. Yes, I know.

You look down in embarrassment, forgetting that he already mentioned your name when you stepped out of the lounge. Your actions made the boy laugh once again. You eventually find the boldness to look up. You are met by his gaze, reflecting off by the sunlight. You could now see his big doe eyes looking right at you. They were bold and beyond charming. He finally broke the silence between you two, which nearly felt like ten whole minutes had passed.

HS: Well, I'll see you around, Y/n.

You: Ye-

The boy leaves before you finished your sentence. He does give one more look at you before vanishing somewhere at the end of the hallway.

You: Great job Y/n! You already got your first awkward encounter.

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You: This must be it!

You make your way to your dorm door. You unlock the door leading to a large room itself. You enter slowly while looking around the room layout.

A balcony joined the room. You could see a corner that had already been decorated and daubed. On the wall, it had certificates. Coding and Hacking certificates? Seem as if my roomie relishes that type of stuff.

You keep walking around, but no one appears to be around. She maybe had gone out?

You soon start to unpack your luggage until-

something falls to the ground grabbing your attention. You bend as you pick up what seems to be. A letter?

You stared at the letter for a few moments before opening the envelope it was in. The envelope was; significantly nicely secured and had an extravagant red stamp. You open the envelope displaying a black card-

''An Invitation To Our Bloody Birthday Party

To: Y/n''

Interest begins to fill your mind. What's even happening? Where'd this even come from? You see another letter sticker out of the black card. You quickly take it out-

''You're invited to our bloody birthday party.

Sometimes, walking down the deadly path

Without fleeing from death itself

Can give rise to the most wonderful creation

We hope you will be able to come.''

A party?! This school is living up to its expectations. You stare at the letter once more before sitting down.

You: Lee Heeseung...

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You: I guess this is it.

You make your way toward the estate. The place was inside the woods, not too far from the academy. It would be more or less than a five-minute walk. It wouldn't even be a hard place to find since the lights from the party can be seen from anyone's dorm room window. You stop in your tracks to take a look at the grand residence.

You watch students coming in and out. Students are still clothed in their school uniforms. They're laughing all over the place while more begin to enter the abode. The house lit up in all sorts of colored lights. Music can be heard, from where you were standing, but still muted by the distance. For it is in the woods, it was a huge estate. Perfect size for almost inviting every student in the academy. Assumably.

As you begin walking even closer, everything comes into view now. Harmony can also be more legible. You walk up the stairs leading to the front door. Wavering, you open it.

Instantly, the sound of music blasts through your ears. Shutting the door, you start moving past all the students. You look at all of them. Groups danced all over the show, groups were involved in conversations, and groups played games or some sort.

You start smiling at yourself, considering you weren't planning on coming. Quinn would've wanted me to go anyway. You walk into a bunch of rooms occupied by other people, but you're going into the kitchen area, which is quiet. You had your back towards the kitchen, double-checking no one came in with you. Since I still very much like my own company after all.

???: Y/N!!!

The sudden voice catches you by surprise. You quickly turn around. A girl? She's a tall, stunning figure, with long brown hair that came close to her waist and an unforgettable gummy smile. The girl came walking towards you, still giving her gummy smile.

WY: Hi, I'm Wonyoung.

Wonyoung quickly brings you into a hug which you gladly accept. Does she know me?

WY: I'm glad you came!

She finally says, freeing you from the tight hug.

WY: I'm sorry I couldn't welcome you this afternoon. I had some extra classes to attend. But I'm more than happy that you're my new roomie!

The girl says excitingly. So, she's my roomie. You give her a smile and a nod.

Wonyoung gives another grin before turning around and retrieving something.

You: What's that?

WY: Fruit punch.

She turns back, handing you a cup of fruit punch, which you curiously take. You take a sip from the cold served beverage. The liquid makes you gasp with shock.

You: Wow.

WY: Pretty good, huh?

You give her a continuous nod while she laughs at your reaction.

WY: My recipe.

She says while taking a sip of her own. She watches how you continue to enjoy your drink. She smirks as she takes your drink out of your hands.

She puts both of your cups on the countertop as she turns to you. Wonyoung takes hold of your hands.

WY: C'mon, you are the guest of honor. Let's go dance!

She pulls you by your hands, dragging you out of the kitchen. Damn, I wanted more fruit punch instead.

Wonyoung keeps dragging you until you both reach a crowd of students dancing. No, not the area filled with everyone dancing! She finally stops and sways both of you while still holding your hands.

WY: Enjoy yourself!!!

She lets go of your hands and starts falling into the rest of the mass. Regretting your life decisions, you have the urge to turn back badly, but eventually, give up trying since it's too packed. You accept defeat.

You gradually start dancing, moving to the sound of the music. You close your eyes, absorbing the music, falling into the sound of it. Damn. Lights striking while still being visible even with closed eyes. This is fun. Not something I'm used to, but it's seriously not bad.

Your fun soon begins to fade away. Your interrupted with a strong gush of dizziness soon takes over you. Spoke too soon.

You open your eyes to find a way out of the; overwhelmingly crammed area. You met the sight of two guys staring at you. Your vision is too blurry to see their faces. They keep gazing until you push through the crowd. Why do I all of a sudden feel sick to the core?

Looking for a more peaceful spot. You persist through the halls, looking for somewhat of an empty room, stopping by a door, that's closed. Please, be empty.

You push through the door revealing a long narrow hallway. No ways.

You're quick to tone down your pace but still roaming slowly with your steps. Feels off. You look around the narrow hallway. It's dimmed and has vintage-looking paintings. The hallway echoed with dark royalty classical music. Intimidating, to say the least. A restricted room...

You make it to the end of the hallway. The music slowly starts diverting into an echo. The tune went off-sync. Your dizziness grows more prominent to the point you have to grab the wall for support. A wave of heat hits you, breaking you into a sweat.

Shutting your eyes, expecting the ripple of queasiness to fade away. The sound of footsteps makes itself known behind you. It's approaching way faster than it should. Turning your head slightly, you see a male figure standing behind you. His hands are in his pockets. Giggling is heard from him. Is he laughing at me?

You finally make a complete turn to see the male himself. Vision yet becoming visible. You start panting.

???: Woah. Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you.

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[lilythehopelessromantic]

I’m Too Young to Be This Nostalgic: The Paradox of a Young Age Old Soul

As I sit on my bed, surrounded by the remnants of childhood—crumpled ticket stubs from events that feel like they were years ago, worn-out notebooks filled with dreams and doodles, and a playlist filled with songs from the 90s—I've started to wonder: Is it possible to be too young to be this nostalgic? At just 21, many of my peers are living in the moment, capturing memories on their smartphones, while I find myself longing for times that I never actually lived through. It’s a curious paradox to grapple with, being a young age and yet feeling like an old soul.

The Weight of Nostalgia

Nostalgia isn’t just the warm glow of fond memories. It can often feel like a heavy weight pressing down on the shoulders of those who experience it deeply, especially when it strikes at an unexpected age. Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming about the simplistic joys of yesteryears—a time when social media didn’t dictate our interactions, and the biggest decision was what flavor of ice cream to choose.

This sense of nostalgia often leads to a profound appreciation for the past. I’ve spent hours watching old movies, scrolling through vintage photographs, and listening to classic albums as if they carry a part of my soul. But then I pause and think: How can I be this consumed by moments that I haven’t even lived? It feels a bit surreal—like I’m tapping into an alternate reality where I somehow fit into the frames of yesteryears.

An Old Soul in a Digital World

Growing up in a digital world, I often feel like an oddity among my contemporaries. While they chase trends and enjoy the fleeting excitement of the latest app or fashion, I find joy in the timelessness of things. It's no surprise that I find myself drawn to the philosophies, aesthetics, and art of times that precede me.

Being an old soul in a young age creates a dichotomy that influences how I interact with others. It’s like wearing spectacles that distort the lens through which I view the world. Conversations with friends often veer towards topics like the latest trending series or viral TikToks, while I’m more invested in discussing the intricacies of classic literature or the beauty of a bygone era. Sometimes, it can feel isolating.

Finding Connection in Unlikely Places

This longing for the past is not entirely a burden; it’s also been a source of connection. I’ve discovered online communities filled with people who share the same yearning for a different time. Whether it’s people who admire vintage fashion, those who thrive on retro music, or book lovers who appreciate the rich texts of past generations, I’ve found my tribe.

These connections often remind me that nostalgia can serve as a bridge—a way to transcend time and form meaningful bonds with others. We share a collective memory, even if some of it is imagined. Conversations about our favorite episodes of “Friends” or reminiscing about the charm of thrift store finds can make us feel connected to a shared history, reinforcing that the past is alive in the present.

Embracing the Now

Yet, as I navigate this journey of nostalgia, it’s vital to strike a balance. While it’s tempting to dwell on better times or what could have been, I remind myself that the beauty of life lies in its impermanence. Each moment—yes, even the mundane ones—has the potential for significance if we embrace it fully.

So, instead of simply longing for what was, I’m learning to appreciate what is. Whether it’s enjoying a current favorite song or documenting my life authentically rather than through a vintage filter, I’m slowly discovering that nostalgia doesn’t have to diminish the present. In fact, it can enhance it. By merging my old-soul tendencies with the vibrancy of youth, I can cultivate a richer experience.

In Conclusion

Feeling too young to be this nostalgic has led to a poignant discovery: nostalgia often transcends age, proving that the past, present, and future are all interconnected. Embracing my old soul can coexist with the freshness of my youth, creating a tapestry rich in experiences and connections. So, the next time I find myself reminiscing about a time I never experienced, I’ll take a moment to appreciate the beauty in that longing—and remind myself that every texture of nostalgia can weave itself into the vibrant fabric of my life. After all, being a young age old soul is nothing short of an adventure in time.

[veritasss5]

Hii greetings hope u r fine

U can call me jan

Key words to describe myself confused daydreamer sensitive

My question do i have any physic abilites

Password .. so to be honest i knew nothing about spritiuality and one day scrolling through youtube i came to know about tarot cards .. i have a curosity to find out what is next i love metaphysicall things like occult etc it ignites my soul this is my littel story

Thanks

Hello Jan!!

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Feel people’s emotions, especially their pain and disappointments. If you don’t have firm boundaries you may get confused about which one is your emotion which isn’t. This is for the later on, but you may have the power to give them comfort and ease their pain, but that is only when you can distinguish your and theirs emotions, also you are not forced to heal everyone’s pain.

Sometimes you can feel overwhelmed and dragged into their emotional mess because people feel comfortable to trauma dump you or tell you their struggles and the big mistake that you do to yourself is to pity everyone.

Again, I see you strongly that you can ease pain and transform that energy into freedom. You can transmute bad energy to something useful, it is not a bad thing but this ability requires experience and skill, especially being able to discern the situation if it is needed your help or not.

You may also be a lie detector but only when you are detached and calm from the situation, you can also pinpoint what is the truth and what is the lie. You are a great communicator, if not now in the future you will be one. If you want to use the full potentiality of your psychic abilities you have to exercise impartiality and stay in the mind that you don’t judge but only analyse everything through people’s words and behaviour, plus how they work mentally (some sort of mental pattern).

Also you are quick to catch the unspoken things. Since you may be a great communicator, you have the possibility to explore the ability to talk with spirits, but that is only if you want to or if you feel like learning it.

You may have connections with birds.

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Thank you so much for trusting me and have a nice day or night!✨ don’t forget to show gratitude after the reading as rules written♥️

Reminder: if you don’t say at least “thank you”, I will remember to not give you future readings from me.

[buckyownsmylife]

hold up - andy barber fluff

The one where Andy gets you pregnant but you’re young and haven’t been dating for long.

Warnings:  Age gap (Divorced!Andy w/ College!Reader, so she’s legal), pregnancy, light angst, supportive!Andy, mentions of abortion, fluff, mentions of smutty thoughts so I don’t think I advise minors to read this, AU! where Jacob is alive and in college and Laurie and Andy are divorced, minor medical scare from Andy’s confusion, miscommunication that leads to slightly asshole!Andy but it’s quick A/N: Special thanks to @navybrat817​ and @angrythingstarlight​ for helping me choose this collage. This fic was requested a while back. I ended up focusing more on the fact that the reader was younger than Andy (which wasn’t even part of the request) than on the fact that they hadn’t been dating for long, mostly because in my mind, this was happening in the same universe as this fic. Hope you guys like it and respect the reader’s decision to keep the baby the same way you should respect it if she decided to abort it or give it up for adoption. 

Andy’s P.O.V.

Another day, another case, another headache. Working in law gets more tiring every day, and yet I persisted. Even through a divorce and its subsequent complications, I persisted. Sometimes, I forgot why.

I missed the days I remembered why I got into law in the first place. Those idyllic mornings, when I still thought I could change the world. Now all I wanted to do was to get home and eat my girlfriend’s pussy until she passed out from pleasure.

Just the thought of her sweet cunt had me licking my lips as I drove back to my place, wishing I could stop by hers instead. It still weirded me out that I was now in a relationship with someone that was my son’s age, someone who was still in college, but then I remembered all the moments we shared and was overcome with the realization that I simply didn’t want to let her go.

I knew it was selfish of me, but I believed I deserved at least this good thing in my life after my separation. As long as she wanted me, I wouldn’t let her go. And I was pretty sure that if she decided to leave me, I’d still fight for her to stay.

I loved her. I loved her enough to get through the hazard that was coming clean about our relationship to Jacob. I loved her enough to dream about a future together, even if it looked too far away for now. 

Still, I’d caught myself daydreaming about coming home to her more and more these days. It seemed that the more exhausted I was, the more I wanted her to be waiting for me when I crossed the apartment’s door, and I found myself thinking about buying a ring too many times for someone who had gone through such a lousy divorce and was dating a girl who still had college exams to worry about.

I knew our future together - if there even was one - was still too far, but I couldn’t help but want it now. Like, right now. So the fact that I wouldn’t be able to see her for another week or so while she prepared for finals was the closest thing to hell I could go through right now.

Which only made the sight of her by my apartment’s door that much sweeter. “Baby girl, what are you doing here?” Not even giving her the chance to explain, I pulled her into a needy kiss, desperate to taste her again.

I didn’t even notice that, in my eagerness to have her in my arms once more, I had dropped my briefcase and coat on the floor, opting to pay attention to the girl I held in the middle of the hallway.

I only saw the tracks of tears in her beautiful face when I released her, too. Immediately, my heart started to pound against my chest. Could something bad have happened to her? Was she hurt?

Cradling her face in my hands, I automatically started to wipe away her tears. “What’s going on, sweetheart? Why are you crying?” For whatever reason, my words only served to cause her crying to become more frantic, her sobs breaking out of her chest freely now.

My heart felt heavy at the sight of her that desperate. The urgent need to do something, to help her, but not knowing what could be done made my throat feel like it was closing. So I did the first thing I could come up with - I picked her up, not caring about my personal belongings at all as I managed to open the door and take her to the couch with me. 

“Shh… It’s alright, baby girl. I’m right here with you. Just tell me what happened, I’m sure I can help you somehow.” Again, it seemed like it was the wrong thing to say. My words took her to the verge of a panic attack if her breathing pattern was anything to go by, so I bit my tongue and focused on what I knew I could do at that very moment to help her, even if it was very little. I pulled her even closer to me, so her head was resting on my chest, and softly cradled her while rubbing her arm with one hand, while the other played with her hair. “I love you,” I repeated, over and over again. “You’re okay.”

It took some time, much longer than I hoped for, but at last her sobs started to come in bigger intervals, her breathing becoming deeper again. Slowly, she started to calm down and focus on me, and I waited until she was ready to speak, terrified of making her start crying again by pushing her to share what had caused such a terror.

“I went to the doctor today,” she started, and if at first my mind drew a blank because I had in no way anticipated this to be the start of her explanation, my heart quickly started to pound against my chest when I managed to process what she had said. 

Was she sick? I knew she had been feeling a bit under the weather recently, even throwing up some mornings, but I thought it was a bug that had been going around. She was in college, after all, and those environments were filled with bacteria, just waiting to spread any sort of illness they could provoke.

Was it something serious? For her to be that way, it had to have been. My hands started to sweat at the prospect of losing her. Automatically, I held her tighter, in desperate need to hear more but terrified of what was coming our way.

But she didn’t seem able to say it, whatever it was. Her eyes that had finally connected to mine since she started crying, suddenly fell down to her own hands, and her sniffles warned me that she had started to cry again.

“Y/N…” I begged, covering her hands with mine. “Princess, please, please talk to me. I’m going crazy here, sweetheart. I feel like I might pass out any second now.” Surprisingly, that granted me a giggle, and then, through sniffles and tears, she finally looked up at me again.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I didn’t know how to drop this bomb on Andy. How do you tell your much older boyfriend, who already has a child who’s your exact age, that you’re pregnant with his kid? I was terrified. Terrified that he wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore, that he would try to force me to get an abortion.

Terrified that I would have to do this alone.

But I had to tell him. Of course, I had. So taking one last deep breath, I squeezed the hand that was holding mine before confessing, in the bluntest possible way, since it was the only one I could come up with right now, “I’m pregnant.”

I don’t know what I was expecting. I hadn’t actually had the time to figure out how to tell him the news - hence my blurting in the simplest possible way - but that also meant I hadn’t really imagined any outcome for this. I had a lot of fears, of course, but no actual expectation. Still, Andy’s reaction managed to catch me by surprise.

At first, there was nothing at all. He just sat there, his huge hands still covering mine as he stared at me with a blank expression in his face. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could even hear it, amidst the silence in the room. Then, out of nowhere, he pounced on me, effectively knocking me back on the couch when he captured my lips with his. 

I couldn’t catch my breath as he enthusiastically devoured me, his hands cradling my face and caging me in as he forced me to make out with him on his sofa, like two teenagers after school. Andy was such a great kisser that it was hard for me not to melt against the soft cushions, instinctively opening my legs further so he could fit perfectly between them.

The way his strong body made me feel when it was covering mine was precisely what had got us in this mess, in the first place.

“Andy…” I tried to speak and push him away, but he was still kissing me desperately, opting for quick pecks around my face since I didn’t let him deepen his kiss again. “Andy!” I admonished when he continued to ignore me, choosing to suck tiny little bruises from my jaw down to my neck, instead. 

“Baby, I’m terrified over here. Can you please stop trying to distract me and tell me what you’re thinking?” That caught his attention. He finally reduced his kisses, slowly going back to his seating position on the couch and bringing me with him, laying me over his lap again.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s just… I’m so fucking relieved. First, I thought you’d break up with me. Then, since you talked about going to the doctor’s, I thought something was wrong with you. I was desperate, baby girl. Desperate. I figured, one way or another, I was going to lose you. And I don’t want to lose you.”

Hearing what was going on through his mind while I struggled to figure out how to explain what was happening made my heart feel heavy with guilt. I guess that, in the state I was in I kind of thought he would have realized what I was going to say, or simply not anticipate any sort of information whatsoever, so to hear that his mind jumped to these worst-case scenarios was heartbreaking to me.

“You’re not gonna lose me,” I assured him, reaching out for his hand and squeezing it in a small show of support. “I’m right here. But we need to figure out how we’re going to do this.” Andy blinked a few times before managing to voice his confusion.

“Do this what?” And then it was my turn to be confused.

“This… kid. What are we gonna do about this?” I watched as his nostrils flared, his grip on me momentaneously hardening, before he managed to get his emotions in check through a long exhale.

“You’re not seriously considering aborting my child, right?” The question - the tone - was like a slap to the face. In all honesty, that option had never even crossed my mind, but the way he was saying it, like I had no say in the matter, killed me inside.

“I’m gonna give you the time to figure out what the hell is wrong with you. I know that this is a pretty overwhelming situation and I just sprung this on you, but that is no excuse to address me in such a manner. Especially if you consider just how much I’m the one who’s really going to have my entire life turned upside down because of this.”

Andy’s P.O.V.

I groaned as I watched her leave the room in the direction of the bathroom, knowing this was her way of letting me know I shouldn’t look for her until I was prepared to apologize. But I was already ready. I knew how terrible my words had sounded, but it came from a place of love and happiness with the situation other than possessiveness. 

So, with that in mind, I rubbed my face before getting up and following her, just in time to find her reentering my bedroom. “I’m sorry, princess. I-I just didn’t know how to react when the thought of you getting an abortion popped into my mind. It’s not like you’re a fucking one night stand or a fling to me, but you’re absolutely right. It’s your body and you should do what makes you comfortable. I just ask you to keep in mind that I would love to have this child with you. I’d support you - I’d support the both of you unconditionally. I know we’ve only been dating for a few months, but I’m serious about you. I’m serious about us. I’d marry you tomorrow if it’s what you need to know how serious I really am about this. And yeah, it’s gonna be hard, but I’m here for you. I’m always gonna be here for you, every step of the way.”

By the time I was done with my speech, she had tears in her eyes again, only this time, I knew what it was about, so I only chuckled. “Come here, sweetheart.” I pulled her to me, hugging her close to my body as I caressed the back of her head. “We’re gonna be okay, one way or another.”

“You sure you’re not just gonna abandon me with a small child?” I knew that her question came from a place of insecurity, but I still couldn’t control myself as a growl escaped my chest, my hands tightening around her, as I reminded her, “You’re mine, baby girl. I’m never gonna leave you. Don’t even think that.”

Slowly, she stopped crying, until only a few sniffles were heard every once in a while. “Okay,” she mumbled in a small voice, clearing the bedroom from what was once a silent atmosphere.

“Okay?”

“Okay, let’s do this. Let’s… Let’s have a baby together.”

A huge smile slowly took over my face as I cradled hers in mine to make sure there was no trace of hesitation in her eyes. “We’re gonna be parents?”

“We’re gonna be parents,” she confirmed, accepting my hug again. “Well, you’re already a parent.” The reminder had me chuckling to myself.

“I can’t wait to tell Jacob about this. He’s going to flip.” The mischievous tone in my voice earned me a playful slap on the shoulder. 

“No teasing him more than necessary, Andrew. He’s already going to be pretty affected by this.”

“Can’t make any promises.”

[ashdreams2023]

Could I possibly get a mcu matchup please!

I'm a February Aquarius, I'm really into spirituality and witchy practices I consider myself a lunar witch who dabbles with crystals and manifestation.

I tend to make jokes at sometimes very inappropriate moments (I have noo filter lol), I love reading any types of book, I lovee music I cannot function without listening to music I have to have it on either in my ear or in the background when doing tasks, I'm very creative I enjoy art and poetry, for the new year I've decided to start journaling kinda like a diary on my more eventful days. I'm a massive daydreamer I often imagine I'm an avenger and have a character of myself situated in the movies and storyline.

I hope to become an actress in the future either on tv/in movies or on the stage in theatre. Or if that's not possible I would like to work in my local library or bookshop. <333

I think the doctor would adore you

Dr Stephen strange

Since you’re into witchy things and magic he would be a great source of information

If you’re actually willing to sit and study with him you would really learn some interesting things

He choices to ignore the inappropriate jokes and take them as just a quirk of yours but he has to admit sometimes they’re really funny

He has a huge library which he will give you access to but only if you promise not to lose anything from it

He’s fine with music in the background he could just wear earplugs but there is sometimes where you catch him humming to himself a song you frequently played while working

Since you’re a daydreamer he tries to use that for his advantage and to cheer you up obviously

He’ll put dream spells on you while you’re asleep to dream about all your fantasies like their just real

Having a passion and goals is admirable he believes, so he will support you on whatever route you end up on, as long as you’re happy

And if that doesn’t workout he doesn’t mind having you at home and he just take care of you

[nepenthendline]

Heyyy, could you do a headcannon post for tsukki, kenma, suga, Kageyama, and kurro, and how they would go about proposing to their s/o. I love your writing btw!!! 💜

proposal hcs make me so sOFT, and thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 It means a lot! I’m going to bury myself in these hcs to get rid of the stress my uni are giving me rn also kageyama’s is so long omg i got a little carried away

slight timeskip spoilers (kenma, sugawara, kageyama, kuroo)

Requests are open!

Proposal Headcanons - Tsukishima, Kenma, Sugawara, Kageyama and Kuroo

Tsukishima:

Tsukishima wasn’t one for extravagant publics displays of love and affection, so his proposal wouldn’t be either

he wanted it to be natural, not some crazy, over-the-top event that had everyone in the neighbourhood witnessing

it would be around 5-10 years (depending on how old you were when you started dating) of being together when Tsukishima decided he wanted to marry you, it’s not that he never thought about it, he just wanted to be sure this was the right decision for both of you

he had mentioned marriage to you one night a few months before proposing to test the waters and see your opinion so that he could gauge whether you would say yes or not

he took Yamaguchi with him to pick out a ring, he was great friends with you too so he knew your style and preferences well to help out Tsukishima

the proposal itself what somewhat planned, he knew the day he was going to do it but, other than that, he left it open to change

the two of you had gone for an evening walk across a pathway that overlooked the town, something you two do often to wind down

you two hadn’t spoke much, a comfortable, warm silence surrounding you besides pointing out the odd squirrel or brief check-ups on each others day

both of you had stopped at a railing on your walk, leaning against it to watch the sun set over the tall buildings

his hand was in yours, brushing his thumb over the back of it as he looked out to the view

“I love you (Y/N),” his voice was quiet but it seemed certain

he wasn’t the kind of man that told you he loved you multiple times a day, it was reserved for special moments and the times where he couldn’t get how lucky he was to have you out of his mind

“I love you too Kei,” you didn’t need to be loud, or shout your confession to the world to know that you both meant it deeply

“Marry me,” it sounded more like a instruction than a question and his gaze hadn’t left the sky

“W-what?” had you heard him wrong? was this a joke?

he turned his eyes to you, locking them with yours - this was the most serious and sincere you had ever seen him

“Marry me,” he repeated

you stood with your mouth slightly open, eyes wide as he pulled out a box from his pocket, opening it to display a simple, yet stunning ring

“I always thought that if you went for what you truly wanted, it would just end in pain and disappointment, that all the effort and sentiment would be for nothing, but with you it’s so easy. I might never be, but I want to become the best man for you, that you deserve, so marry me.”

Kenma:

gets married for tax purposes

marriage was not something Kenma had ever though about in his life growing up

he never thought he would get married or find someone he had a connection with and, honestly, he was fine with that

he didn’t really see the appeal of it in the first place

it wasn’t until many years down the line of being with you and his friends around him getting into relationships when he started to consider the possibility

the first time it came into his head was at Kuroo’s wedding

he spent most of the time wishing he could go home and get out of this uncomfortable suit, but there were times when he say Kuroo’s beaming smile that he was glad he came

some of the ex-nekoma team members had poked at him with questions of when he was going to get ‘hitched’, which he responded to with a sigh

he certainly wasn’t going to propose because others told him he needed to

the next time it crossed his mind was when he started a new game that his fans had recommended he play

it was a romance game which wasn’t his usual go-to genre, but it had incredible reviews and created a storm in the gaming world so he thought he might as well check it out

through the game he got to witness an endearing story of a couple that went at odds to be together

the story delved into their married life and all the little things they enjoyed together through the years

he didn’t really want to admit it, but it did make him feel a little emotional

he saw himself and you in the characters, as if he was watching his own life play out on his screen

every now and then you and Kenma played some games together so you could spend time with him and he could show you want had been interesting him lately, so he decided to show you this game

you thought it was adorable, so heartwarming yet a little sad at points, but you had always been a little more outwardly emotional then Kenma

“imagine if we got married haha, how cute would that be!” you gushed out in the moment without thinking as you played

“eh...I guess” it wasn’t really the answer you were hoping for, but at least he didn’t sound utterly disgusted by the thought

you continued to play with him for a while, tucked into his side and making comments every now and then

a particular endearing part was plating on the screen and your eyes shone as they fixated on the characters

he could tell by the glassy look that you were getting a little affected by the story, but you looked so cute

the way your lip pouted ever so slightly, and how you gripped at his hoodie, as if to steady yourself

he had a sudden rush of adoration for you, he really did love you and the last couple years of you living together had been wonderful, how he got to wake up beside you, do daily chores with you, how you supported him in his many careers

“Maybe we should get married,” he blurted out, you whipped your head towards him so fast you almost got whiplash

“Are you...proposing?” you questioned, with somewhat of a laugh in your voice

“huh...looks like I am.”

Sugawara:

Sugawara was sensible, mature, a little bit of a tease and sometimes chaotic if Daichi wasn’t watching but also traditional

he had often thought about what it would be like to grow up, get married and have a family

it wouldn’t take long before he knew he wanted to marry you, even throughout the 3 years you had already been together he had daydreamed about marrying you more times than he could count

from all the memories you had together, all the times you helped enough other in rough patches and the learning the two of you wanted to continue in the future had him certain that he wanted you beside him forever

so he set out his plan

he took his old teammates, Daichi and Asahi with him on a hunt to find the perfect ring

Daichi was there to keep him in check and calm his nerves, although Asahi was probably the most nervous and Asahi had a great eye for stylish, beautiful pieces due to his designing career

now it was time to plan

he didn’t want it to be crazy, but he wanted it to be something, a whole event in itself

so he scheduled a meal for the two of you and some of your friends

it was at quite a fancy restaurant in the evening and your group had its own secluded table at the back, surrounded with dividers from the rest of the restaurant

all of you spent the meal catching up and laughing, but Sugawara seemed a little quieter than usual

you had asked him if he was ok, but he just replied with an ‘of course!’ and a smile, so you let it be

Asahi was shaking but you put that off to general anxiety

you guys had ordered desserts and everyone had gotten theirs first

as the waiter brought yours over, the table went silent

the waiter came from your left, Sugawara on your right, so you had looked over as he came

as he set the plate down, you noticed the words spelled out in chocolate sauce 

“Will you marry me?” 

you gasped and turned towards Sugawara, who was now on one knee next to you, holding out an open ring box

“I have known for so long that I wanted to marry you. You’re beautiful, smart, courageous and so loving, and I want to have you by my side forever. I promise I will continue to grow as your partner and take care of you every step of the way, so, will you marry me?”

Kageyama:

the only thing in this boy’s brain is you and volleyball, its all his one braincell can cope with

that being said, he has never once thought about marriage

his whole life he has spend all his energy and focus on becoming a better player, the best setter he possibly can and standing on the court longer

but you were the first person to get him, to understand him and accept him as is while helping him improve and grow

you helped him to open up and communicate with people better

you helped him whenever he was frustrated with volleyball and a certain play he was working tirelessly on

you never once turned your back on him when he struggled or lost his temper

you were his partner, but it was different from a volleyball partner

he cared for you, every part of you, and always wanted to know if you were ok or spend time with you

you made him genuinely smile everyday and he knew that he wanted to be your partner for life

it came about when he was hanging out with Hinata on one of their rare days off to catch up

he had been talking about you constantly, expressing how much he loved you and adored you

“Why don’t you just marry them?” Hinata questioned with his held tilted, as if it was obvious

“w-what? Hinata boke!” he shouted as his face grew red and pushed Hinata aside

the two talked about it and Kageyama decided, very bashfully, that yeah, he should just marry you

but how does he ask you that?

he knew nothing about marriage or proposals, so he spend the next few weeks asking his friends, teammates, even his coach on how to propose to you

“Take them to an expensive restaurant!”

“Wouldn’t it be cute to propose in Disneyland??”

“Well, I proposed to my partner by sending them on a scavenger hunt”

he was bombarded with ideas, but none of them seemed right

none of them seemed like him

he was getting frustrated with the pressure of coming up with a good way to ask you to be his forever, it had to be perfect, it had to be special and it had to fit with your relationship

you noticed he was getting agitated a lot more recently, he was quieter and snapped more often, he stayed back later at the gym to train and he rarely ate dinner with you anymore

whenever you asked what the problem was, he replied with an ‘it’s nothing’ and stormed off

his teammates had noticed too and were less than pleased with his attitude as it affected their gameplay

one of his teammates had begged you to come to the gym and talk some sense into him when he started continuously overworking himself

it was 7pm when you set off from your house to the gym where he was still training

as you entered, you noticed that he was the only one here, hitting serve after serve that never seemed to land right

“Tobio,” you called out

“Baby,” you tried again but you couldn’t catch his attention from his deep focus on the ball

you walked over to him and lightly grabbed his arm, stopping him from serving the ball again

“Tobio, what’s wrong? Everyone is worried about you. Are you having trouble with a play? Because we can sort that out with your coach-”

he cut you off by mumbling something under his breath, much too quiet for you to hear

“What was that?” 

“I want to ask you to marry me and I don’t know how,” he said louder this time, his eyes staring at the ball in his hand as he gripped it tightly

“O-oh, right...” you were stunned, speechless, this wasn’t something you thought you would hear from him

“Everyone’s been telling me how to do it, but none of them seem right,” his voice was low and his gaze still hadn’t let the ball

you put a finger under his chin and lifted his face towards you

“It doesn’t need to be what everyone else tells you, we can do things our own way,” you tried to comfort him with a smile and he simply stared back at you

“So go on then,” you were beaming at him by now, yet his face got even tighter with confusion

“Go on, ask me to marry you.”

his jaw hung wide open, his eyes seemed to be staring into your skull like he had seen a ghost, this is certainly not what he expected

he tried to speak a couple times, stumbling on his words as they got caught in his throat

“It’s ok, take your time,” you brushed your thumb over the back of his hand as you held it, encouraging him to continue

“w-will you....will...willyoumarryme?”

BONUS: you two picked out a ring together afterwards, this boy has no sense of style, don’t trust him by himself

Kuroo:

Kuroo had jokingly asked you to marry time multiple times throughout your relationship

the first couple times ended with you being a blushing mess while he teased you

but by now you just tell him to shut up go off sis

marrying you had always been part of the plan for him, just a natural progression of your relationship

while Kuroo can be quite the tease, he was extremely serious of his relationship with you and your future

he started off his plan by asking your dad if he would like to spend the day together, you know, father-son-in-law bonding time

what your dad wasn’t prepared for was Kuroo to turn up in a shirt, suit trousers and confess how he wanted to marry you

he had a whole speech prepared about how he would be the best husband for you, how he would be sure to take good care of you and, possibly, be the best father in the future if you planned to have children

you dad had to eventually shut him up as Kuroo kept going, saying how he would be delighted to have you marry the man

step one: check

now he needed to find the right ring

he had a look around at multiple stores but he couldn’t find anything that was unique enough to be called yours and that captured you or your relationship

since Kuroo had quite the high-paying job plus a little backing from a certain famous youtuber so the cost wasn’t an issue and he wanted to spoil you

so he got one custom made

he sat with a designer for hours creating the most stunning, distinctive ring that he knew you would love

step two: check

over the next couple days he planned a meet-up evening with your family and his where he would pop the question

you both had spent the day cooking and preparing for the evening before they all come to your house

you had all finished dinner and moved over to the living room to chat

Amidst all the chatter, Kuroo stood up and cleared his throat, grabbing everyone’s attention

“I have something I’d like to say,” he said with confidence, then turning to you with a grin

“The last few years with you have been perfect. We’ve had some ups and downs, but we have made so many amazing memories together. You really are my other half and I think everyday about how truly lucky I am to call you mine. You know me better than anyone else. I know I’ve asked you this a couple times in the past when we’re laughing together, but this time I’m serious,”

he got down on one knee, holding one of your hands while presenting the custom ring in the other

“will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

and the crowd goes wild

Tagging @togasknifes so she can read Kageyama ty ly

[thiswasinevitableid]

for the meet ugly prompts, 20 seems like it'd make a good ot4 nsfw..

Here you go!

20: you’re the town’s super villain and you take me hostage because you saw the super hero talking to me but I’m new in town and was asking them for directions

“I do not see what is so difficult about this.” Indrid leans against the console in his hideout, “simply agree that you will not, under any circumstances, go after Ursa Major, and I will let you go.”

“For the last time” the villain (oh, excuse him, the ‘writer who is new in town’) strapped to his chair stares him down with convincing confusion in his blue eyes, “I just needed directions, and he was the nearest person. I’m not a super villain, I swear. I don’t even know where you’re getting this idea.”

Indrid taps his temple, though the answer is really his SmartGlasses, “When I scanned you, the information was minimal, the kind of life that suggests you appear as mundane as possible to avoid detection. More importantly” he leans into “Josephs” space, ice in his grin and menace on his tongue, “I saw instances of you and him in combat, both costumed.”

His captive raises an eyebrow, but Indrid gives him nothing; he’s not about to just tell some upstart the crux of his powers.

Joseph sighs, “Alright, I think I understand. I’m really not a super villain.” He flashes a movie star grin, “but I am a superhero.”

The chair tips backwards, smashing when it hits the ground. Indrid curses, lunges at him and narrowly avoids an elbow to the chest.

“That changes th--ohno” he braces as his feet leave the ground without his permission and he flies backwards, slamming into a wall. He’s up before his enemy can ready another attack, hurls a destabilizer at him as he makes for the door. It catches his neck and he shudders, stumbling as he turns the nod.

“I’ll see myself out, Emperor Moth. Ugh” he holds his head, rips the device from his neck, “nasty stuff.”

“Thank you.” Indrid grins, “and don’t bother putting that little monitor strip on my door. I’ll be vacating this hide-out immediately.”

Joseph frowns, still having trouble with balance as he steps outside.

“I did tell you not to underestimate me.” Indrid waves, slams the door, and initiates the scrubbing sequence.

----------------------------------------------------

“It is just humiliating. I was so concerned with keeping him away from Duck, I didn’t bother to check why he might be interested in him.” Indrid grumbles, then hisses when Barclay touches the back of his head.

“It doesn’t sound like he was. I mean, maybe they’ll team up eventually, but if he’s so new none of us knew there was another hero in town, he probably needed directions.” The other villain finishes checking the bruise Indrid got when Joseph launched him into the console, “and hey, thanks to you we got an even earlier warning about him than we might have otherwise.”

Indrid stares at the floor, still wrongfooted by errors being met with kindness instead of punishment, “I should never have let that bear become so valued a nemesis. It is making me weak.”

Barclay bends, kissing the top of his head, “It’s okay, baby, you’re not the first villain to get territorial.”

“You never do.”

“Guess I just haven’t met the right hero.”

------------------------------------------------

“Got a decent arm on you, blue eyes.” Barclay cracks his neck, standing from the crumple dumpster Joseph (AKA Roswell) punched him into when the trashcan he launched with telekinesis missed it’s mark.

“Same to you, but given your name I’m not surprised. Now hand over that remote and come quietly.”

“Not a chance.” He grabs Joseph when he swipes at the remote, Barclay strong enough to keep a hold on it even when Joseph tugs with his powers. Up close, he can see what Indrid meant when he said the hero had a face it would be a shame to damage.

Joseph flashes him a stunning smile as the remote begins getting hot. Fuck. Time for a new plan.

“You wanna know why they call me Bigfoot?”

“Wh--SHIT!” Joseph fights to free himself as Barclay shifts into his other form and hoists him over his head.

By the time Joseph pulls himself out of the dumpster, he’s no more than a disgruntled image in Barclay’s rearview mirror.

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“Thanks for helpin me out, Joe.” Duck scans the Capitol Square for signs of trouble.

“Any time.” Joe studies the readouts on his communicator in case something elsewhere needs their attention.

Duck, like the rest of the Pine Guard, was skeptical when a new hero by the name of Roswell approached them and asked if they wanted his help protecting Kepopolis. Ned pointed out the distinct air of government about him, and Duck wondered why he’d chosen a city with a solid population of supers. But he’s helped them enough times in the last two months that Duck considers him an honorary member. Even more so since he started training with them.

Fuck, the guy’s got abs, looks so good doing his practice circuits that Duck has to face the other way to avoid whacking himself in the face with his whips. No one’s held his attention since…

No. No thinking of Emperor Moth that way. He promised himself that after the last jerk-off session about the villain. And the one before that. And the one before that one.

Even Joe’s backstory is hot; rule-following government man, stationed at a secret desert base, refuses to to help his fellow agents use confiscated, alien tech for weapons research. In the process of smuggling it out, it goes off. Everyone thinks he’s dead, but instead he receives heightened reflexes, increases intelligence, and telekinesis. How is Duck supposed to resist that?

“Um, Ursa? Is that who I think it is at your two? Right by the churro cart at the farmer’s market.”

“Holy fuck. Yep, that’s Indrid and Barclay all right. Huh. Guess even villains like local produce.”

“And Sunday dates. Look” Joe, now shoulder to shoulder with him, gently tugs his chin a little lower so he sees where the pair are holding hands.

“I’ll be damned.” Duck murmurs. Indrid is the same; same silvery hair, same wide smile, same face of enchanting angles and lithe, wiry limbs. He just looks lighter. Softer.

Happier.

Barclay holds out a doughnut and Indrid bites it, powdered sugar dusting his face. The bearded villain laughs, and kisses a spot of sweetness away. Duck’s confusion over why he’s glad Indrid has someone to do that for him is dwarfed only by his bafflement at why he wishes it were him.

Better to distract from those disastrous daydreams with doable ones.

“Hey, uh, Joe? You ever use your powers for more than restrainin’ villains?”

“Sometimes.” Joe turns so they’re chest to chest, smile downright mischievous, “are you hoping for a demonstration?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Then when we’re off the clock, I say we go back to my place for a drink and some, um, hands on illustrations of what I can do.”

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“What are they playing at?” Indrid peers from the rooftop into the Fun Center.

“I think they’re literally just bowling.” His boyfriend’s voice comes through his earpiece from where he’s stationed at their shared base

“But we could be plotting, be about to wreck havoc, and they’d never know.”

“Are you dropping hints?” Barclay sounds perplexed.

“No. I just do not understand why my hero wishes to waste time with yours.”

“He’s not mine.” Barclay mumbles, but Indrid can hear his blush.

“Wait, they have finished their game.” He watches Duck and Joseph stroll to the latters car. Before he can open the door, Duck taps him so he’ll turn. When he does, the shorter hero shoves him against the black vehicle, kissing him ferociously. Indrid stabs the bubble of jealousy in his chest before it even inflates, finds it unhelpfully replaced by the wish to be in the car, close enough to hear whatever Duck is whispering against Joseph’s neck. Close enough that instead of driving off to finish their tryst in private, they crowd into the back seat with him and render him speechless.

“Shall I come home early?” He murmurs, knowing full Barclay is seeing through his glasses.

Barclay’s response is a promising growl, “yeah, little moth, think you’d better.”

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“Give it up, moth, you know damn well I’m strongerOWow, fuck” Duck grits his teeth as Indrid claws his face. He could deploy the knife in the palm of the right glove, but most futures show him escaping without that.

“Yes, but you lack imagination, my ursine nemesis. Now get off of me so I can collect my prize and go home.”

“No can doFUCK.” Duck curses again as Indrid flips them, making it the heroes turn to slam his back into the concrete floor of the Reconcore Warehouse.

“Ta-taAH! Release me at once!” Indrid writhes as the SmarWhip tightens across his back, knowing his InstaPicks are trapped between their bodies. He’s not about to meet the humiliation of defeat while literally wrapped up with his enemy. There’s only one thing for it.

He means to headbutt the hero, he swears it, would do so even under the worst tortures of his past. But instead he brings their lips together with enough force to crack the teeth of a non-super. He pulls back a beat later, so surprised at himself he can’t track the futures.

Duck licks his lips, “About fuckin time.”

Indrid rolls to his side without a fight, the whips going slack and clattering on the concrete as Duck holds tight to the front of his suit, sucking his bottom lip as the villain flails his legs to wrap around sturdy thighs. He wiggles his hips in a plea he doesn’t trust his mouth to form, and Duck slots his knee between them.

“That’s it sugar, c’mon” Duck kisses him messily as he weaves his fingers into dark hair, “this why you’re always runnin around and makin me chase you? So needy you’ll give it up on the goddamn floor.”

“Yes, yesyes.” Indrid groans as kisses find his throat.

“Don’t bother me none. Think it’s kinda cute, and real fuckin flatterin.”

“Duck” he holds tighter; Barclay tends to take things slow, so he hasn’t cum this fast in months, “Duck please.”

“S’okay, sugar, you can cum.” The kiss is softer this time, “been wonderin’ what you look like when you do.”

Indrid gasps as pleasure spikes through his system. He doesn’t want to think of what comes next, what happens when he raises his head and sees Duck’s face return to its usual determined set.

“I’m, uh, I’m gonna go.” Duck hastily stands, then kneels and kisses him once on the forehead. He’s gone before Indrid can even offer to return the favor.

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It’s supposed to be a minor mission, the two of them scrambling the city’s traffic grid from the office near Kepler Dam.

“Oh no.” Indrid bursts from the car he entered a moment before, sprinting back towards the device they planted at one of the power boxes, “ohnohnono.”

“What-”

“Someone remotely tampered with my device!” He rips off the back, “and they still are! If, if it goes how they have programmed it to, it will take out the dam, it, it will, so many people-”

“Can we break it manually?”

“You could switch each command wire to the color that precedes it on the spectrum, but that would still make an explosion large enough to kill anyone within fifty feet, with no time to run. All, all those people, all my fault, again, I cannot, not again, I have to-”

Barclay understands two things; he won’t let Indrid live with any more disasters on his conscience. He didn’t throw off his past for that. And he can’t bear the thought of Indrid dying.

He sets a hand on each narrow shoulder, “Fly home, little moth.”

“No, I, you cannot do this-”

“We always promised each other that if it came down to it, we’d save ourselves and not the other.”

“Yes, which you are expressly contradicting!”

Barclay kisses him one last time, “I love you, Indrid.”

Then he hits the emergency autopilot button on Indrid’s suit, his wings carrying him up and away before he has a chance to protest.

Re-ordering the wires is fast and easy; as the explosion hits the air, he hopes dying will be the same.

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“How is he?” Duck pokes his head into the med room; because Joseph lacked a formal base during his travels, he has a procedure for adapting wherever he lives to superhero needs. Thank the lord for that, because when they found Barclay, singed and barely alive at the sight of an explosion, he knew he wasn’t handing him off to anyone else.

It took them five hours to get him stable, and Joseph’s heart twists every time he looks at his battered face; Barclay is careful and Indrid’s engineering is impeccable. What went wrong? Was Indrid there in the smoke and rubble and they didn’t see him?

One of his windows--his triple reinforced, alarmed, bullet-proof windows--shatters in the other room. He and Duck hit the living room at the same instant to find Indrid in his full villain apparel, nightsticks drawn.

“Where is he?” The villain demands, unyielding ice in every word.

“He’s in my med room. You can’t see him yet, he’s still in very bad shape-”

“I am taking him back with me.”

“Nuh uh, you move him now he’s liable to die.” Duck steps forward and Indrid hisses.

“Liars. You will keep him here, hand him over to the police when he is well. I am not going to lose him.”

“Indrid, we’re not going to do that, I swear.” Joseph’s never seen Indrid look this way, hardened and dangerous. Like he could kill them.

“Get out of my way.”

“No.”

Indrid attacks him, is knocked off course mid-way there as Duck tackles him to the couch.

“‘Drid, for fuck’s” Duck holds the villain down, wincing as he slams his shoulders with his weapons, “we ain’t gonna hurt him or turn him in. You know I can’t lie, so calm the fuck down.”

“I, I will not, if I lose him I, I do not know what I will do with myself, he always takes care of me, I cannot fail him again, cannot leave him without care.”

“You ain’t” Duck’s voice is so gentle Joseph could melt. Indrid does, going limp as Duck eases them into a sitting position, “he’s bein cared for here, I give you my goddamn word.”

“If that’s not enough” Joseph steps behind the couch, setting his hands on the recently vacuumed cushions, “you can stay here while he recovers. To make sure we take care of him the right way.”

A strange, high noise fills the air. It’s only when Indrid hides his face in Duck’s shoulder that he understands it’s coming from the villain.

“Shhh, s’okay ‘Drid, he’s okay. We’ll look after you.”

“I, hic, I do , hic, not need-”

“We both know that ain’t true.” Duck hugs him. When Joseph strokes his hair, Indrid sobs harder. In the dark living room, he wonders when was the last time Indrid allowed himself such emotions. It must have been with Barclay; he might be a villain by name, but Joseph sees the gentleness within the giant.

“I’m going to go check on him; I need to monitor his vitals and make a few adjustments so he’s comfortable.”

Indrid simply nods. Duck lifts Joseph’s hand and kisses it, “I got this one.”

As he checks the villain over, cleans dirt from his cheeks and combs his hair, he understands how Indrid must feel. He confessed to his crush on his nemesis the night Duck came home, radiating guilty arousal, and told him what happened in the warehouse. Joseph never held it against him; for starters, Indrid is quite the catch himself. More importantly, his territorialism around Duck long ago crossed from keeping other villains from his target to simply saving Duck’s life.

By the time he returns to the living room, Indrid is asleep atop Duck on the couch. Joseph slips onto the far end, and guides Duck’s head into his lap, petting his hair until he too drops into dreaming.

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“Thought the whole ‘writer’ thing was just cover.” Barclay says softly. He’s still bedridden, which is why Joseph moved his work station into the med room.

“No, I’ve always wanted to write about the paranormal.”

“Any favorite cryptids?”

“Bigfoot, of course.” Joseph winks just to watch Barclay blush. It’s a new sight, one he’ll never tire of. Truthfully, having Barclay in his house is something he never wants to end; his recovery gives them ample time to talk, rather than banter, and lord help him is Barclay his type. The two of them are locked in a game of romantic chicken. Which is very different from-

“Sugar, I gotta go to work.”

“Nonsense, call them at once and tell them you are needed here. For...spring cleaning?” Indrid hangs off Duck, glasses slipping down his nose as he nuzzles him.

“Nice try.” Duck kisses him, slips free and kisses Joseph too, “I gotta patrol after work, so I’ll be in kinda late.”

“Be safe.” Joseph kisses him one more time, squeezes his ass when he turns around. Is it his fault his boyfriend has the nicest ass in the state?

Indrid waves goodbye as Duck leaves the room, then begins making his usual nest in the beanbag chair he brought from his own home a week ago.

“Y’know, I’m glad he came to you guys. And that he and Duck are kinda working things out.” Barclay opens his mouth as Joseph feeds him the nicest pudding that he’s also able to keep down. When Barclay first woke up, Indrid alternated between being livid at him for sacrificing himself (“I am far worse than you, the world needs you more you horrible, brave man”) and cuddling him as much as his recovery allowed.

“Me too.”

“He uh, he pretty much never talks about his past, but it doesn’t take super smarts to work out it was fucked up. Showing weakness, accepting affection...it’s hard for him. Which made things rough for us early on, because all I wanna do is take care of him. Got no idea how he’s gonna react to having two more people who want to look after him.”

The answers include: sleep in Duck’s arms, read with his head in Joseph's lap, kiss Barclay whenever he can, and generally seek out any kind of touches the others will give him.

“You wanna order lunch later today?”

“Is this just an excuse to show off how good you are at picking food for each of us?”

Barclay blushes again, “Maybe.”

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“I see your evil plot now, Emperor Moth; you suggested we do a movie night so you could steal all my body heat with your fuckin icicle fingers.”

“Nonsense, I am not just stealing your body heat. I am also stealing Joseph’s body heat.” Indrid preens.

“Hmm, how shall we deal with such a cunning villain?”

“I got a few ideas.” Duck drags Indrid into a kiss while Joseph loops his arms around his waist to tease his inner thighs.

“Got a few myself.” A soft voice rumbles from behind them. Indrid sits straight, all his attention on Barclay.

“On your knees, little moth.”

Indrid drops to the floor, blanket tangled around him. Joseph and Duck trade an intrigued look; Indrid leans towards the submissive, but this is a new form of it.

“Head in Duck’s lap.”

Indrid obeys. Duck strokes his cheek, “good boy.”

Barclay circles the couch as Duck pulls down his sweatpants. Indrid licks his lips, then looks up at the hero.

“You can touch, sugar. Suck too, if you want.”

“So very much. Oh” he sighs as Barclay cups the back of his head, “h-hello dearest.”

“Hey, baby. C’mon, show Duck just how good at this you are.” He nudges Indrid’s head forward, keeping his hold on it until Indrid hims and Duck makes a deeply undignified noise.

“Fuuuuck, thanks for sharin man.”

“Any time” Barclay strokes Indrid’s head, “my baby deserves to suck whoever’s dick he wants.”

Barclay steps back, Duck’s hand instantly sliding to replace it, holding Indrid tenderly in place while he blows him. Barclay eases himself onto Joseph’s right side as the hero contemplates whether he should start jerking off now or wait to see where this goes.

“Joseph?” Barclay suddenly sounds shy, “Can I, uh, can I kiss you?”

He climbs into his lap in reply, beard scratching his palms as Barclay moans down his throat.

“Took you two long enough.”

“Agreed” Indrid kisses Duck’s belly before returning to his task.

“Hey, we don’t all get lucky and get our wires crossed in a fight in a good way.” Barclay busies himself making beard-burn on Joseph’s neck.

“But you do get lucky enough to recover ahead of schedule.” Joseph nips the corner of his mouth.

“Uh, not sure I’m all the way there. But I felt good enough to get up and wander around. Glad I did.”

“Me too. Although, I’m not sure how much you should exert yourself.”

“I’m pretty tough, babe.”

“I know. Just to be safe…” Joseph kisses his nose, “is this position comfortable?”

“Very. Oh, oh fuck” brown eyes widen beautifully as he finds he can’t move, “fucking-A that’s so hot, Joseph, babe, shoulda asked you to use these one me like this the first time we met.”

“Would that have kept me out of the dumpster?”

“....Okay maybe not. Point is, please use your fucking powers on me whenever you want from now on.”

“You like being put in your place, big guy?” Joseph slowly grinds on him as he undoes Barclay’s bathrobe.

“By you? Yeah, I really fucking do.”

“Good. Stay there while I slip into something more comfortable.”

“Cornball” Duck chuckles fondly, then moans as Indrid slips a hand down to join his mouth.

Barclay’s eyes darken as Joseph strips down. By the time he’s naked, the other man is growling and his teeth and fingers are sharper than they were.

“No shifting tonight; I’m not sure how it will interact with your recovery.”

“The, the futures suggest it could reopen some wounds.” Indrid grins, “but you should try it at a later date; it is very fun to ride him in that form.”

“Someone better start riding me now or I’m gonna rip the couch in half--uh, wait. I, do we need-”

“The accident made me infertile and unable to catch all known illnesses.”

“Nice.” Barclay grabs his hips and yanks him down, the two of them moaning together as he sinks onto his cock. He rolls and rocks, Barclay grunting in time with his movements, mouth going slack after only a few bounces.

“Sensitive, big guy?”

“Uh huh, fuck, Joseph” his hold is terrifyingly strong and Joseph loves it, “babe, you feel so good.”

“Look it too.” Duck blows him a kiss. Indrid gives a little “mmhmm” and bobs his head.

“Fuck, I’m, fuck this is gonna be really embarassing, fuck, you’re so fucking good, feel so good.” He yips, pleased, when Joseph bears down harder. A sharp “fuck” bursts from beside them; he turns to watch Duck cumming on Indrid’s face. The villain doesn’t miss a beat, scrambling into his lap to kiss him before turning his red eyes on Barclay.

“The next time I pick things up from the hideout, I shall get your cockring.”

“A cockcage might be better for this, nnhff, beast.”

“Yes” Barclay growls, holding him down so hard he can’t get free. He gives him back the use of his hips and he bucks up violently, “yes, yes, put me in one, make me wear it all day, but you better put that one in one too, you, fuck, you’ve seen how he gets.”

“Nah.” Duck kisses Indrid slowly, “think I’ll tie him up and wring as many orgasms outta him as I can.”

Indrid gives a high, trilling moan and dives in for another kiss.

“Good plan.” Joseph can see it now; he even knows which rope Duck will likely use. Then he can’t see anything at all, his vision blurry as Barclay bounces him on his cock. There’s a howlgrowlpurr and then he’s cumming, growling even louder when Joseph clenches around him for fun.

“Fuck that was hot.” Barclay plants kisses down his brow, “how, how do you wanna get off, babe?”

“May I suggest sitting on my face?” Indrid says hopefully.

“Like mike cum so much you’ll lick it outta someone else, little moth?”

“No. Well, yes, but my offer comes from both a desire to know the feeling of blowing each of you, and because the position allows Duck to use his fingers on me while you, dearest, work my cock.”

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin smart sugar.” Duck hops up to retrieve the lube while the other two join Indrid on the floor. Joseph settles into position and immediately learns why Duck was being so loud.

“Lordalmighty, Indrid, you’re incredible.”

“‘Ank ‘ou.” Indrid closes his lips around his dick, humming until his toes curl. Barclay kisses him lazily, snickering when Indrid occasionally turns his head to lap at his softening cock.

“This is the best part.” Barclay murmurs as Duck pushes Indrid’s legs apart.

A muffled moan signals the other hero working his fingers in, Indrid twitching and whimpering as he fucks him. Joseph glances back to see Duck thoroughly entranced by the sight of his fingers opening that very cute ass up.

“You’re right, big guy, he sucks cock better when he’s screaming.”

“Learned that by putting a vibrating ring on his dick and making him cockwarm me.”

“Holy fuck.” Duck groans, “add that to the fuckin to-do list.”

Joseph lets himself be drawn into another kiss, stays there for a long, long time as Indrid’s cries coax his orgasm closer.

“Tell me when you’re close. Don’t want him cumming until you’re done.” Barclay whispers. Below them, Indrid whines. Barclay wipes cum from his boyfriend’s cheek, “you want to cum soon, better get Joseph off.”

“Shit” Joseph braces his hands on the floor, grinding his hips and dragging slick across Indrid’s chin, “shit, that’s it.”

“MMPPPHHHHH” Indrid thrashes as Barclay begins rapidly jerking him off. The villain even bends to lick the head once or twice, and Duck does his best to thrust harder whenever he does.

“Cannot fuckin wait to see you cum again, sugar. You looked so fuckin perfect last time.”

Cum splatters Joseph’s lower back, his own climax buzzing through his veins and bursting across his neurons, more intoxicating and invigorating than the neon green shock all those years ago.

He climbs off Indrid, flops back into what turn out to be Duck’s arms. Indrid shifts onto his side, curling his arms around Ducks leg and bumping Barclays knee with his thigh, “We are going to need a bigger house.”

Joseph believes in prudence and caution, in not rushing into relationships (especially with men who were once your enemies). But as he takes in the scene around him, the love flooding his chest, he knows Indrid is right.

He start researching listings in the morning.

[ayellowcurtain]

For a slice in the life: could you write something about Sobbe not being together, yet, and sander works at a museum and robbe comes in super late and something happens and they get locked in together?

Robbe walks around the place with no rush even though it’s a little bit dark and he would be scared any other day. He’s feeling a rush he never felt before, he looks over his shoulder and Sander is still there, following, interested in where Robbe is going or if he has any questions Sander can help with the answers.

He shakes his head and laughs under his breath, almost sure Sander can’t hear it. This feels like an outside of the body experience. Like it’s freshly out of a romantic, classic movie.

A storm made him rush inside the first door he ran into, his favorite museum where, by accident, his platonic love works. It’s late, the museum was closed and now he’s stuck inside an art museum, talking to his dream guy who he only watched from afar before this, never even had the guts to say hi, or think about a random art question to start some conversation that wouldn’t sound dumb or too easy to be asked.

Sander looks at him in a way that makes Robbe blush before saying a word, he feels all his body go into overdrive and he can feel Sander is reading right through him. So he doesn’t try to find an excuse. Fuck it. If Sander can read him, at least Robbe won’t have to say what he feels.

“I like working here…”

Robbe jumps with the sudden smooth voice behind him, looking over his shoulder. “What?”

Sander snorts. “That’s a question people often ask me. Thought you would like to ask too.”

Robbe starts walking even slower, looking up to see the light that comes through the high windows right before the loud thunder. Sander catches up, walking next to him.

“Do you make art too? Or to just look and talk about it?” Robbe asks, now even more curious since the awkwardness is slowly being forgotten.

“I like looking at pretty, interesting things, yeah. But I try to make some things too.” Sander shrugs, and Robbe notices a hint of doubt in the way he talks.

“Really? What type?”

“I like drawing, taking pictures...sometimes I spray paint.” Robbe’s heart starts beating even faster. He went to a place to spray paint not too long ago. It felt fun and exhilarating. He’s still not sure if because it was illegal or actually fun. “And you, nameless boy that comes here every week, any interest in arts? I don’t like assuming things but you do come here often so I assume you like some paintings, at least.”

Robbe stutters in his thoughts, only then realizing he never said his name. They just looked at each other and at the storm outside, and Robbe managed to lie like it was something that made sense, saying he was going to look around for a minute and Sander followed him. He knows his name because he uses the tag with it.

“Robbe.” He stops and offers his hand like a dumbass, introducing himself and asking for a handshake five minutes after meeting the boy. Sander looks at his hand and smiles, finally shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Robbe.” He keeps shaking their hands, and Robbe feels like one of them has to break it, to let go but they don’t until they both do a lot later than what a handshake should last.

“Nice to meet you too.”

Robbe closes his hand, hoping that way he can hold the feeling for a second longer. Sander’s hand feels like how an artist's hand would feel, Robbe assumes. It’s nice, the feeling of knowing how it is to hold a boy’s hand, the boy of his dreams.

“So, Robbe, do you like art?”

“I like making videos…”

“Really? Never tried that one.” Sander seems to think about the possibility now that it was mentioned.

Robbe sighs, shaking his head. “It’s a thing I do for myself, nobody knows about it.”

Sander nods his head. “Is it bad if I ask why I am the first? I’m flattered, honestly. I’m very curious though.”

It’s not like Robbe hides it from people. He’s sure his mom and at least Jens and Moyo already saw him filming things for no reason. They don’t ask why or to see what he’s doing so he doesn’t tell them either. Sander is the first one to show any interest.

“Nobody ever asked. So it’s no big deal.”

Sander laughs, walking a little too close. “Well, I was hoping it was a big deal. I was thinking I was important already…”

Robbe looks down, blushing from head to toe, he’s sure. If he was brave enough he would ask why there is so much interest. Nobody is ever that interested in what he’s thinking or what he wants to say. Robbe craves like he can’t even admit. Robbe craves a lot and lets it out very little. He craves affection, interest, attention, love, care.

“You want to be important?” He asks before he can sabotage himself with the constant self-doubt.

Sander moves his head quietly, like he’s not sure what he’s trying to say, if it’s a no head shake or a yes. He finally nods his head.

“It would be nice.”

Robbe smiles without meaning too, his heart beating all over his body, almost making him shake or faint, one of the two.

“I’ve noticed you before...I think you are the person I’ve seen the most since I started working here.”

In the back of his mind, Robbe knew it would be hard to go completely unnoticed. He comes here basically every day he can. He’s not sure if Sander noticed him stealing quick looks whenever he was busy with another visitor. He hopes he didn’t notice that part.

“Is it too much if I ask if the reason why you come here so often is me?”

Robbe laughs nervously because everything he has of shyness, Sander has in his bravery to ask anything so bluntly. But he likes Sander, likes the ideas of him that Robbe created watching him interact with his visitors. If he misses the one opportunity he might have with the boy, Robbe won’t stop hating himself for it. He turns on his heels, contracting every muscle in his body with anxiety.

“If the answer is yes, what will you think?”

“Of you?”

“Generally, I think.” Robbe shakes his head, trying to fix his hair to look better without showing he’s trying.

“I would be happy, generally. You interest me…”

“I do?” Robbe frowns, surprised he would ever interest anyone. Sander nods his head, smiling comfortably.

“You’re cute.” They walk back to the first floor, walking around the empty, long halls, adjusting any bench that might be slightly out of place grabbing some piece of paper an art student might have dropped while taking notes to throw it in the nearest trash.

“Do you have a favorite art piece here?”

Sander nods his head, stopping to sit on one of the benches. “You.”

Robbe blushes, looking down and turning to sit next to him, not too close.

“Are you always this flirty with your visitors?”

Sander snorts, messing up the back of his hair like he’s nervous. Robbe stares to take that in because it doesn’t seem to happen often.

“Sorry. Shit, sorry. I’ll stop, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Robbe moves to look at him, feeling bad for the over use of apologies because he’s often the one to do it.

“There’s no need to apologize, I’m not uncomfortable because of you.” Robbe digs his short nail against his palm. “I never thought you would flirt with me. But it’s nice.”

Sander frowns like he just said the most absurd thing. Robbe wishes so badly he could film Sander right now, or at least take a picture. He wants to have proof of this moment, of being stuck inside a museum with his platonic crush. Nothing that you save in your memory has this many details, like the thick, dark eyebrows, with the black shirt and tanned skin in contrast with the white hair. He’s a dream, a lot more beautiful than any of the art pieces on the walls.

“It’s funny that you say that because I was nervous to flirt with you. To, hm, try and see what happens because it took me weeks to gather the courage to introduce myself. And you’re here, thinking I would never flirt with you.” He takes a second, trying to understand. “Why?”

“You’re a cool guy, confident and social and smart and into the arts. I’m pretty basic for you.”

Robbe gets up to see the piece on the wall in front of them but he’s seen this one so many times that he doesn’t really stare at it for long, looking at Sander again.

“You think too far ahead. I try to take things minute by minute. I read this somewhere, or watched somewhere and it feels right. Thinking too far in the future gives me too much anxiety. But you don’t seem too basic for me, not now, not ever.”

Robbe taps his feet on the ground, the noises of the rain dying down outside but still being loud enough to make it hard for him to hear his own nervous noises.

“Do you feel like grabbing a coffee? Maybe tomorrow afternoon.”

Sander smiles, looking at him, always feeling like he looks for a second too long but in a good way, feels comforting and not inquisitive.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Where do you study? I can stop by and we can walk to whatever coffee place you like.”

Robbe blushes, already daydreaming about Sander there, waiting for him outside his school for them to go on a date. Everyone might see him, and Robbe won’t know how to explain it. He can already imagine Zoe or Jana rushing to ask about him the next morning.

They exchange phone numbers and Sander offers to show him his second favorite thing in the museum

[sheemp]

Judgement

Sometimes I kiss the back of my hand.

It’s sensual- or at least, what I believe to be sensual.

I imagine being a man. Is my hand a nice hand?

I look into the mirror, stare at my hair, my eyes, my lips

Am I sexy? Elegant? Cute? Simple?

The questions roll around in my head.

Sometimes I touch my skin, let my fingers flutter around my thighs, drifting across myself.

Is she beautiful? Am I beautiful?

I can’t have the answer. The men can tell me sure, but it never seems like the true answer.

Who has the right response? Would I know the right answer when I hear it? Starting to believe It’s not about what they say but who it comes from.

It seems I am waiting for the approval of someone.

Will I ever stop searching for it?

I catch myself falling into hazy daydreams, the past or now impossible futures

Did I mess up somewhere? Take a wrong path? Who left me unattended? Who left me behind to feel the scorching rays of countless, staring, man eyes?

My fault. It was my fault. I take compliments and turn them into silhouettes. Like I am seeing myself clearly by digesting every little thing the men have to say about me. I can’t see who I am- not without the eyes of someone behind me. Telling me how I feel, how I look. I don’t feel pretty until they say I do.

Men. The boys turned old, as if age gives them the wisdom and knowledge of an articulate sage. They see me so clearly, at least, that is what I am engraved to believe. I possibly know otherwise, and yet...here I am wondering...

What do I look like in the eyes of them?

[theymetinargentina]

All that is and All that Can Be / H.S. - Chapter 1

Authors Note: Hello! This is the first chapter in a series I’m writing about Harry Styles and his wife, Rose, who is a journalist. The story will be set in both present day and past events. There will be lots of angst and fluff:) Hope you enjoy and stick around for future chapters. My inbox is always open so feel free to drop by and say hello<3 Any feedback or comment is greatly appreciated!!!

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Summary: Harry and Rose have an important conversation about the future. Mainly an introduction chapter:)

Warnings: Smut, anxiety

Word Count: 2k

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Each day I woke and felt this heavy feeling in my chest, like what I had wouldn’t be mine for much longer. I couldn’t explain why I felt this way. Everything was fine, sure we had our moments-doesn’t every couple?-but it never even reached a level where I felt I had to worry about our standing. Of course, I wondered if it was me, was I the problem in my life?

“You’re starring again.”

“What?” I snapped out of my daydream- was it really a daydream or a nightmare?

“What’s been with you? Every time we sit down your mind is somewhere else.” I couldn’t help but notice the slight annoyance in his voice, yet I couldn’t blame him. If he suddenly became distant and hardly acted like himself, I would probably cause hell.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong. It might be my new medicine but I’m not sure.”

“I wish I could help. You know, sometimes I think it’s me. Like you’re getting tired of me-”

“Oh my god Harry it’s not that, I swear. I love you, I promise it has nothing to do with you. I wish you could help too but I can’t even manage to help myself.” I say sadly.

It was a white lie. Not knowing what was wrong. Of course, I knew. I just didn’t know how to tell him. How do you tell your husband you got a new job in a different country? A country he was never exactly fond of. I knew, deep down, he would have no choice but to be okay with it. Yet, every time I wanted to tell him I felt this sudden rush of anxiety. What if he didn’t want to move and decided divorce was best? What if he grew to resent me and my career? I so badly wish we could stay in Italy, where we weren’t Rockstar Harry Styles and his Nobel Peace Prize-Winning Journalist Wife Rose. We lived a free and simple life here, with no cameras. Sure we ran into fans, but they were always kind. Harry and I loved it here, it’s where we took our honeymoon and decided we liked it enough to stay. He knew when we got married that my job was based in New York. We both did, but it worked there was never any trouble. The only thing that has changed is the promotion I received. A chance to be the Editor of the newspaper I work for.

“Maybe we should take a trip to visit some friends and family. Just to get away from our work and explore a bit.” He smiled at me, I smiled back and thought what a time if ever to finally tell him. Most of my family and friends are in New York.

“Can we talk about something?” I can hear the shakiness in my voice. He chuckles and looks at me with raised eyebrows.

“Of course, you don’t have to ask baby.” Hearing him be so kind, calling me baby, is almost too much. Because I’m gonna make him move from the place he loves so much. I feel my eyes fill with water and I take a shaky breath.

“What’s wrong, I can’t imagine anything you’re gonna say is that upsetting.” He places his hand on my back and starts rubbing my back.

“I got a promotion at work, they asked me to become an editor,” I say tearfully.

“That’s amazing, why are you crying? This is so wonderful baby.” He has the biggest smile on his face and he’s slightly bouncing in his seat, but I know what I’m gonna say next is gonna stop all of it.

“But they said I have to be in New York for it.” I look up and see he still has his eyebrows raised like he doesn't understand why I’m still crying.

“And…..?” he has a questioning tone. He’s stopped smiling but his soft pink lips are still slightly turned up.

“It means we, or I, have to move to New York.”

“It means WE do, we’re married.” He says almost defensively

“Yeah, like full time, we’d need to get a house and everything.”

“I still don’t get why you’re upset? We’ll get a house and we’ll be okay,” He breaths in, “Besides I think a new environment will be good for you, both of us, and you’ll be doing a job you’ve always dreamed about.” I can’t say I’m surprised he’s not more upset. He cares too much about the people he loves to be selfish. If he really wanted to he could say he didn’t want to move and I wouldn’t accept the promotion, but he won’t, I know he won’t because he loves too much.

I laugh and rub my red, wet eyes, “God I was so worried that you’d be upset or hate me-”

“Why would I ever hate you? We’re a team, you’ve traveled across the world for me, you left your home for me. I don’t think I have a lot of room to complain. I care about you too much, you know I would get on my hands and knees for you,” I get embarrassed and lower my head, he chuckles, “ ‘m serious, anything you want I’ll give it to you darlin’.”

I wonder all the time, but especially now, just how I got so lucky. I’ll never understand why the universe deemed me deserving of all the love I have received and continue to receive. I feel so blessed to be the one on the other end of his love. Growing up, I never imagined myself going through life with someone else, someone who loved me so much it made me want to burst with happiness. I look at him with dry tears on my face and mouth ‘thank you’. He smiles, a genuine, bright smile, and gets up to walk toward the backdoor. I follow and immediately the fresh air filled with flowers blooming hits me. Oh, how lucky I am.

Immediately out the back door of the villa, we call home is a small patch of assorted flowers. Roses, Sunflowers, violets, and tulips. I argued against the roses, but Harry refused to pass up the irony in it. It’s early spring so they are barely being to bloom. When we first moved in, I had mentioned-off-handly- how lovely it would be to have a garden. And not even a week later, I woke to him outside, planting flowers in a neat patch. He looked angelic. In the sun, a light amount of sweat on his hairline, squinting getting his hands dirty for me. If it was even possible I fell more in love, and I still fall in love each and every day.

“I never want you to feel like my career is more important than yours,” he mentioned quietly. He was looking out toward the setting sun but had a relaxed look on his face.

“I know, I just never want you to be unhappy, especially with how much we both travel. I’m willing to give some things up,” I say quietly. It’s true I would be more than willing to turn down the promotion if he asked if he made it clear he would rather stay in our home.

“But you don’t have to,” he breathes coming up to me and holding my face in his hands gently, “Yes, I fuckin’ love it here. But it means nothing if you pass up the opportunities you want.” I look at him and simply nod because I don’t know what else to say. “Everything will be alright, I promise.” He kisses my forehead and steps down toward the table we had set up near the patch of flowers, it was placed strategically so we could sit outside in the evening and watch the sunset. Today, Harry brings out a shirt he has been meaning to finish embroidering, while I decide to use the watercolor paints Gemma had bought me as a Christmas present.

Our evenings are filled with silence more times than not. It isn’t the uncomfortable suffocating silence, where you feel anger thick in the air between you two. No, it’s a silence shared between two people who are so completely comfortable with each other, who don’t feel the need to fill each second with noise. It stems from relationships that are built on empathy and love for one another.

✩✧♥⁂☀☁⁎☽

“Oh fuck, right there….” I let out a breathy moan as Harry sets a slow but deep pace. I look behind and see his head is tipped back, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He’s letting out short pants. The air in the room is thick with the smell of our arousal and the breathy pants we both let out.

“Shit, you’re so goddam tight, ‘s so warm and snug around me……” He hits a particularly sensitive spot inside of me that has my arms collapsing underneath me. I moan loudly as I fill each vein and ridge pulse inside me. He grabs me and pulls me up against his chest, with one hand around my neck and the other gripping my hip, he pounds into me. His fingers are holding onto my hip so hard I know there will be a bruise, it’ll go with the rest that litter my thighs and legs.

He grips my jaw and presses his lips against my ear, grunting into it. I know he’s close because I can feel his rhythm falter. “ ‘m so close baby,” he sounds so close to tears and for some reason, it makes me just want to please him, give him the release he desperately needs.

“Come for me, Harry, please…..god I need it,” When he snaps his hip I let out a small yelp, “I need to feel you, feel how much you love me.” Those words, the ones that let him know he can show his love for me, sends him over the edge and I feel his thick, hot cum spill inside me. He moans a breathy light moan. And that sound alone makes me cum, I clench tightly around him and whimper. He’s still holding onto me while we both try to catch our breaths.

I know he won’t pull out right away because he prefers to go soft inside me. I don’t mind it, there’s something so intimate about it. He gently pushes me onto my stomach while he tries not to crush me.

“My darlin’,” he chuckles, “I love you so, so much.”

“I know Harry,” I smile sweetly at him, “I know, and I love you so, so much more.”

He gives me another goofy grin and pulls his soft member out slowly. I let out a low hiss that empty feeling. As I walk to the bathroom to get cleaned up, the phone in the living room rings loudly. We both groan, hating being disturbed.

“You should probably go get that,” I smirk at him. He gets up and playfully throws a ‘fuck you’ before he heads to the living to see what disturbed our otherwise peaceful night.

I look at myself in the mirror and notice the plethora of small purple bruises that spread over my thighs. At least he didn’t attack my neck, I chuckle. As I grab my face wash and began rubbing it to rid my face of the sweat that accumulated during our activity, Harry walks into the room with his head down.

Somehow I knew, I just knew. Really, there was no way I could know, nothing that night or any of the previous nights would be any clue to what I would find out. It seems silly saying it but the connection we had, made it easy to know when something was wrong with either one of us. And in that moment, in the stuffy bedroom of our home, I knew my world had fallen.

[saeran-imagines]

(1/2) Hi! I hope I’m not bothering you. I wanted to ask an headcanon about Ray, or whichever other version of him you prefer. I love him nonetheless 😊 However, this is going to be weird, so, if you don’t feel like writing it, I completely understand. The fact is, ever since I discovered he was sickly as a child and that his immunity system is fragile, I started to relate to him a lot, because my own immunity system has always been crap.

(2/2) Sometimes I can’t even go outside my house because I’d catch God knows what and I’d get very sick (and I am super asthmatic too, btw). So… may I ask for an headcanon about Ray/Saeran/whoever you like the best with a MC with such a fragile health? I really hope this isn’t a burden, but if it upsets you, as I said before, I understand, there is no problem at all! Thank you so much. Have a nice day. 🤗

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Thanks for the request!! 🥰 That’s not a weird request at ALL, I’m glad you could see yourself and find comfort in him! :D I personally find myself falling for characters I relate to a lot or I otherwise project myself onto them SKJSJLSK so I totally get it! He’d be so gentle and understanding with you since he’s so painfully aware of what that feels like 🥺 Anyways that’s enough of my rambling, I hope you like it and I hope I did your prompt justice! ❤

If there's ever a day where you can’t go outside, he’ll make the indoors as pleasant as he can for you. He’ll spend the whole morning carefully picking out flowers and arranging them into bouquets to fill your room with. You'll wake up to freshly brewed tea full of herbs that are supposed to help boost your immune system, a mixture that Saeyoung used to make for him before… well-

He has a high enough rank in Mint Eye to order believers around a bit, and he'll absolutely use that power to clear out the garden so you two can take a walk without any worries. He starts to feel depressed himself when he hasn’t breathed any fresh air for a while, so he makes sure you have a chance to go out as often as you’d like.

There’s no way in hell he’s letting you drink that elixir, no matter how much he's convinced himself that it's the key to salvation. He's experienced the horrors it can do to the body firsthand, a feeling he can never let you experience. He begs the savior for an alternative, and if she refuses to grant it he won’t hesitate to risk punishment and lie on your behalf.

He’s the only believer allowed in your room, no questions asked. He doesn’t trust anyone else to be as careful as he is with you. Even then, if he’s starting to feel under the weather he’ll keep his visits short and sweet. As much as he wants to hold your hand and see your beauty up close, he could never risk you getting sick.

If there’s one good thing that comes out of this situation it’s that your poor health pushes him to take better care of himself. He can’t get close to you if he’s feeling sick, and that’s one of the few things that’s more painful than taking the elixir. 

When the inevitable does happen and he has to quarantine himself from you for a few days, expect the affection you would have got in person to be tripled in every other way possible. He’ll leave gifts outside your door, and pop in for a few seconds while you’re asleep to leave flowers on your table. Expect a call or some messages in the chat room every few hours, even when he should really be working. Even when he can’t see you in person, he’ll find a way to make sure you have everything you could ever want or need.

When he dares to dream about a future with you, his dream home for the two of you includes a greenhouse. It sounds perfect to him, he gets to grow flowers all year round, and you get a pocket away from germs and cold to enjoy the outdoors as often as you like. In his rare moments of free time he finds himself daydreaming about what kinds of things he’d grow for the two of you.

[hisunshiine]

Escape ✈︎ Chapter 7

✈︎ chapter 7: But I Still Want You Pt. 2      | ✈︎ Escape Series — 18+, Mature  

   ✈︎ genre: angst, future smut

   ✈︎ word count: 1840 words

   ✈︎ pairing: Jin x YN

   ✈︎ warnings: emotional YN, feeling torn, crying, alcohol consumption

   ✈︎ summary: You make your decision, but something happens that has you contemplating changing it again.

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Tomorrow is going to be your last day here, emotions overwhelming you, the urge to just stay in your temporary room until you are escorted back to the docks is high. Picturing in your head how you will take one last look around, possibly regretting the decision not to stay, but convincing yourself that you would probably never have found happiness if you did stay.

You try your hardest to get that image out of your head, you want to put on a happy face, you don’t want anybody to think they did something wrong, and you don’t want anyone to see the real you… the afraid loner, who prefers not to commit to anything for too long, that way you can’t be hurt or disappointed. 

As you sit by the window lost in your typical daydream, looking out at everyone headed to either do their civil duties as a citizen of Bangtania, or just out to enjoy the day, there is a knock at the door.

“Hi, Y/N!” Talia says in her ever so peppy and happy voice. “I want to spend some time with you, to see how you are feeling, if you plan to stay here in our own personal paradise...or if you would prefer to go back home. I am hoping you choose the first option.”

You smile at her, but deep inside you are fighting back the tears, the lump in your throat. She’s looking at you, eagerly awaiting a response.

“I-I...” You can’t find the words to explain why you want to leave, because there simply aren’t any and your whole logic doesn’t even make sense to you anymore. Just the thought of leaving finally breaks you down into tears. Talia immediately closes the door and crosses the room to sit by you at the edge of your bed. Her closeness makes you feel uncomfortable, you don’t want to be consoled, it only makes you feel like a burden; another reason for you to feel like you shouldn’t stay. 

“Oh, no, Y/N, don’t cry. That’s what I’m here for. Tell me what’s going on? Did someone do or say something to you that upset you? We have laws and regulations here, and they can be dealt with properly. You can talk to me about anything, confidentially, as it is my sworn duty as the island counselor not to discuss anything you talk about with me, unless you direct me to.” 

She puts her arm around your shoulder and pulls you to her, rubbing your head with her other hand. It’s strange to you how you go from uncomfortable to wanting to be held now that the tears are flowing. You haven’t felt this safe with anybody, ever, and the tears begin streaming even more from your eyes as you register this information. The dams you put up around your heart have crumbled and the river of tears flowing through release so much of your angst and pain. 

“It’s okay to let it out and just cry. Take your time and you can tell me exactly what’s going on when you’re ready.”

Through sniffles and tears, you speak.

“I have always tried to keep myself distanced from people, tried not to get too close… So I told myself when I got here that I would only stay for the two weeks and then go back home, to my solidarity, where I know I’m safe… but last night…” 

You can’t finish saying what your heart wants to say.

“It’s about Seokjin… isn’t it?” Talia looks into your eyes with such a soft gaze, and you wonder how she knows.

“But how did you… Did he say something?” You are so confused that you forget you want to leave.

“No, he didn’t say anything… Actually, Jimin and I had been drinking quite a bit yesterday and totally forgot about dinner, so we planned to go to the restaurant and sneak in to have some noodles. We were going to make sure we left Jin a note that we ate two packs of ramen… but then we saw you two.” 

She smiles at you. 

“Jimin couldn’t help but notice how happy Jin looked, said it’s the happiest he’s looked since he’s been here.” She brushes your hair from your face and wipes the tears from your cheeks. 

“We are here for you, and we hope that you will choose to stay.”

You begin to cry again and you explain to her about your fear of abandonment and commitment.

“I just don’t want to get attached to anyone, and then be left alone… I really like Jin, a lot… I’m just afraid he doesn't feel the same.”

“You know, I felt the same way about Jimin in the beginning. I remember how shy I was, and him  too. I know there technically aren’t any ‘exclusive’ relationships, but Jimin and I have something special. Just like Nessa and Kookie, you’ve seen them. But we do realize that they are all free to do as they please...but Jin is different. He hasn’t really fucked around with many girls, I mean he has flirted, messed around, but he basically stays to himself. He hasn’t really seemed to click with anyone like how some of the guys seemed to gravitate to a girl or two, you know?”

You nod, thinking about how you’ve noticed the connections, and thought it odd when you first arrived that Jin didn’t appear to have one. 

“Well, until he met you,” Talia shared, smiling softly.

Talia gives you a moment to take it all in. “I feel like you should tell him before you leave.”

You contemplate over what she has said, “I will think about it, but today I want to enjoy what may be my last night on Bangtania.” You give Talia a hug, aware she wants to help you, and she wants you to be happy.

“Well, we are having a little party on the beach tonight. I would love to see you there!” Talia says as she heads out the door.

You are so torn between going back to where you are comfortable or staying outside your comfort zone and seeing what could come of this.

Walking along the desolate streets, just about everybody is on the beach partying, but you wanted to walk, take it all in. The feel of the tropical breeze, the way the last of the sun rays kissed the ocean with a golden light, the amazing way you had felt a place of belonging momentarily. You hoped to find a little piece of beach away from everyone and the noise, be able to get lost in your thoughts and figure out exactly what you needed to do.

As you walk past the store fronts, you notice the only lights still on are at Jin’s restaurant. 

“ Talia said I should just tell him ,” you thought to yourself, “ so why not. I’m leaving tomorrow anyway. ”

You walk towards the restaurant and as you get closer, you see him sitting at the counter, alone. When you try to open the door, you realize it’s locked. You turn around and begin walking away. 

“Hey!” You hear a familiar voice call out. “Were you trying to get another meal to go?”

You turn around and Jin is walking towards you, “I-I just was coming to say thank you for the meal and the talk, and to say goodbye.” 

He looks at you confused. “Goodbye? Are you going somewhere?” He truly looks concerned.

Fighting back the tears with a lump in your throat, “W-Well, tonight is my last night here, and I will be going back h-home…” Your voice begins to crack, the tears start streaming down your face. He pulls you close to him. Being in his arms feels so right and wrong all at the same time, but you don't pull away.

“Come inside and have something to eat, eating always makes me feel better.” Jin leads you back into the restaurant, over to the booth you sat in last night, and goes back to lock the door. 

You are so embarrassed, so you can’t even look up at him when he talks to you. “Hey, why are you so upset? Why are you leaving? Are you not enjoying it here? Would you like some soju?” You finally nod yes, so he goes and grabs two shot glasses and a bottle of soju.

For a while, you both sit there taking shots in silence, then he asks, “Why are you not on the beach with everyone else enjoying your last night?” He looks at you with curious eyes, as you down your shot of soju.

You're feeling the effects of the soju, the warmth in your belly, flowing through your body. You are actually feeling quite buzzed and it feels great, so the next words out of your mouth are surprising.

“Sometimes being alone is the way I enjoy things… but then I saw your lights on and said to myself ‘ I am going to tell Kim Seokjin exactly how I feel about him! I am not those other girls that just jump on any dick, but I want to jump on his ’ and…” You look up and his cheeks are flushed red, but he’s smiling. 

He takes a shot of soju, but you are completely embarrassed. You get up to run out of the restaurant, but he catches your arm before you can get the door open. 

“Just wait,” he says as he turns you around to face him. “I feel the same way… I noticed you the first day you came onto the island. I was just too shy to say anything to you, you intimidated me. I’m not like the other guys, I can’t just go sleeping with any woman that comes to the island. I want it to be meaningful, memorable, something that I will never forget.”

You look at him, desperation to see the truth in his eyes, hear it through his words.

“Everyday you have been here, you have come into my restaurant, most of the time alone. I noticed you every time, it’s like you were waiting for that moment that I would see you and smile. I would finally get the nerve to come out and talk to you and you would be gone.”

He searches your eyes for a response, but what leaves your lips is the last thing you could ever have imagined yourself saying.

“Can we go to your private bungalow?” You blurt out. After a pause you attempt to backtrack. 

His jaw drops in surprise, “I-I never have taken anyone to the private bungalow…”

“Not like that! I just want to be able to talk without anyone interrupting us. I want my last night here to be memorable, and spending it with you would mean the world to me.”

You look up at him, his eyes locked on yours, his lips curled into the most beautiful smile. 

“Let me lock up and we can head over there…”

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[not-poignant]

I'm a bit ignorant in this whole field, but I was wondering about the boundaries of professionalism psychological counseling in FFS. Like if the time ever comes when Ef may no longer require therapy (if that even can happen? considering it also feels like his trauma will be a constant battle in his life and rightfully so), will Dr. Gary still be allowed to remain in his life as emotional support/maybe even friend? That honestly feels idealistic though tbh, so I wanted to get more insight.

Hi hi anon!

Ooo there’s two good things to talk about here. The first:

Like if the time ever comes when Ef may no longer require therapy (if that even can happen? considering it also feels like his trauma will be a constant battle in his life and rightfully so) 

It’s actually a myth that people stop therapy once they’re mentally ‘healthy.’ People stop therapy once their goals are met. And usually those goals actually don’t include curing them of their disorders. Most people who exit therapy still have mental disorders, but they often exit when they have the tools to manage those disorders safely, and have achieved a level of function in human society (i.e. friends, possibly partners, hobbies, the ability to self-regulate or have mostly healthy coping mechanisms) that they’re happy with.

Shit fuck this got so long, sorry.

For example, I’m always going to have PTSD, major depressive disorder, and a couple of other things. But I’ve gone from needing therapy quite often, to only needing to go about once every 3-5 weeks, and as time goes by, eventually I’ll phase out to much less often, until finally I’ll probably only need to call when I have something unusual or an emergency.

So basically, Efnisien can have PTSD and Pure O forever, but he likely won’t need a therapist forever. Though he’ll need to see one longer than most people, because of the complexity of the mental injuries he’s endured.

will Dr. Gary still be allowed to remain in his life as emotional support/maybe even friend?

That might technically be possible, but not in the way you’re thinking, and for a few reasons:

1. If Efnisien exits therapy, but then needs it again, he can’t go back to having therapy with Dr Gary if he’s Dr Gary’s friend.

2. I’ll go into this in more detail below but... Dr Gary can’t stay as like, an emotional support if he’s not working in his role as therapist. Mostly because he’s a person, and he either gets paid for his job, or they renegotiate their connection.

3. Dual relationships are considered profoundly unethical and unprofessional in therapy. So this is like, when you’re friends with your therapist and also they’re your therapist. (A more extreme version is when you have a sexual relationship with your therapist and also they’re your therapist, but I’m not going to touch that one at all, lmao).

4. ‘Once a patient. Always a patient.’ This is partly because the therapy-client relationship is built on a fairly significant power differential, and that power differential is kind of impossible to unpack once you’ve kind of gone through it that way. (It’d be like trying to make your mother no longer a mother so you can ‘just’ be her friend, your brain still knows she’s your mother).

Like, you spill your secrets to someone who responds from professional distance. They want you to do well, but all they expect from you is payment. They’re not telling you anything that doesn’t help you the most as a patient in the moment (from their perspective), and you’re not finding out anything about them as a person. It’s wildly, inherently imbalanced in nature, and sets up flawed expectations (even the expectation that Efnisien could get emotional support in a friendship with Dr Gary is, itself, kind of a sign that it’s impossible to see him as a person and not a therapist, or not in a role where he centres Efnisien’s wellbeing possibly over his own).

5. Ending therapy, and the grief it brings, is actually a therapeutic technique that’s really relevant and important! It allows the client to grieve and cope on their own (something they’ll have to do in ‘normal’ life as well), and learn for themselves that they’re so much stronger than they used to be. It mimics other circumstances where they will lose things (or people) that really really mattered to them, but in a way that is guided and very safe, and can be done compassionately. It sets a client up to go ‘oh, I survived that, actually... I can do this.’ Ending therapy into ‘friendship’ kind of ruins that process.

The general adage is - it’s easier to find a good friend than it is to find a good therapist. So keep the two separated.

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The *general* rule of thumb is that if a therapist and a client are going to be friends, it should happen around 2+ years after the therapeutic relationship has been exited, to make sure that the client is like, living an independent life and that friendship boundaries can be negotiated. This doesn’t make it ethical, by the way, or even a great idea, it just makes it slightly less unethical (there are exceptions to the rule, but Efnisien and Dr Gary don’t meet any of those exceptions). Personally I’m still not a fan of it, and I don’t think it should happen in Efnisien’s and Dr Gary’s situation anyway. (I have no problems with people imagining it happening! And maybe there are AUs where Gary isn’t a therapist, but ends up become Efnisien’s friend, etc.! But I can’t imagine it for myself).

No WAY should Dr Gary be Efnisien’s emotional support and a friend. He’s either a friend, or he’s a professional, not both. There’s never a future (except in fantasy land) where Efnisien should be allowed to see Dr Gary after therapy as a friend to talk about how hard his life is and get therapeutic advice. That’s just ‘free therapy’ which is bad for both of them.

(Also, we don’t know what Dr Gary is like as a friend. It’s a fact of life that quite a few therapists are well, not that empathetic as friends, because they’re so tired from supporting their clients all day they don’t have much energy left to support their friends, lol. I say this as a person who has a lot of friends who work as therapists and psychologists (which is how I know it’s not always true, but it’s sometimes true!))

Something Efnisien could ethically do after seeing Dr Gary (also, Efnisien will still be seeing Dr Gary once this story finishes, lol, getting *some* support in his life doesn’t clear him to exit therapy at all) is send Dr Gary updates or emails about his life sometimes. Or have like a once a year session to just catch up, that’s a lot more relaxed and just going over how things have been. Like just because they terminate therapy, doesn’t mean Efnisien can’t update to say like ‘things are going well, thanks for everything’ and Dr Gary can’t reply with ‘I’m so glad to hear that’ etc.

But overall, the exiting process re: therapy is actually a really important part of therapy! It’s actually even more important if both parties have experienced positive transference (i.e. really liking each other / wanting to stay friends).

I’ve had to wrestle with this a bit myself. Like, in real life. Sometimes it’s really tempting to stay friends with your therapist. But yeah, outside of just daydreaming about it, or imagining it, it’s not something I see happening for Efnisien even though I really love Dr Gary, and I really love the way Dr Gary and Efnisien act together. It’s not something to worry about in the story anyway, we won’t be seeing Efnisien exiting therapy even if he’s really worried about Dr Gary getting rid of him, lol.

[twisted-lies]

this is the first time i’ve tried an ask like this, so i’m sorry if it’s confusing! could you please do a danganronpa (any) kin match up for me? this might be a bit long but i’m horrible at explaining myself.

im the type of person who will try and change to fit better with the personality of who im talking to, subconsciously tho. i daydream a lot, often you can just find me staring at a wall doing my own thing. i get distracted easily, and it’s hard for me to focus on things such as school work. i struggle with basic tasks, and while i try my best to do them on my own i usually mess up. this causes me to have pretty low self esteem, because i wish i could be independent. while i wish to be independent, being dependent on someone i can fully trust is also a small dream of mine. i get drained around people, but i always end up wanting to be around them still as i lonely easily. the thing that makes me happiest is when i can make someone proud. i try to act nice to people, but end up being awkward and forgettable. i’m scared of gaining new friends because i usually end up losing contact and missing them. when it comes to making decisions im either indecisive or do the first thing i can think of. things don’t usually catch my interest, but when they do i get fully invested into them. when it comes to friends, i lose them fast. i’ll be there for them when they need it, but i’m usually not that much help in the end. i don’t respond to messages because i get too anxious over them and we end up drifting apart. i always try and find purpose in what i do but end up dropping anything as soon as it gets frustrating or hard. when it comes to things like money im irresponsible and impulsive. my grades are also pretty bad. i usually end up sleeping in class because i end up staying awake at night reflecting my most embarrassing and awkward moments. when it comes to goals and dreams, i find it hard to find them. i get worried about what future me will be like, and if i’ll be able to live up to what i’d want to do.

I kin assign you with...

Toko Fukawa

Toko was my first thought, seeing as I definitely think Toko is more independent and a type of person to not ask for help when she needs it, but will if necessary. I'd also say she doesn't have a very high self-esteem, and more introverted and awkward around others. Due to her being more introverted it could easily drain her energy when talking or interacting with people, even if she's trying to be nice. I'd definitely say she'd be invested in things she likes to do due to her ultimate which may cause you to not respond to friends or just in it's own be anxious about it. I'd also say Toko cpuld easily get caught up in past moments and loose track of time easily because of it.

Tsumugi Shirogane

Secondly I thought of Tsumugi, a few times when you interact with her she can often be caught spacing out, daydreaming or just thinking on past events or worrying for the future could be some reasons for that. I'd say she tries to act nice and maybe even shift her personality slightly to fit who she's talking with. Due to her ultimate I'd say once she finds something she loves to do she'll fully invest in that thing and cpuld be irresponsible with money. She also thinks of herself as "plain" which can apply to you thinking you're easily forgotten. With what friends she may have I can see her trying to be there for them when she needs to be, but also get drained easily when talking to them. Even if she may get drained she'll talk to people anyways due to thinking she's more on the plain side and may even get lonely.

Chiaki Nanami

Lastly I thought of Chiaki, a few times she can be caught spacing out or sleeping durring the day, which could be a cause of staying up late or easily being drained when talking to people. Dir to her ultimate she may be a little more on the irresponsible side with her money. She usually is caught trying to be nice to the other students and possibly shift her personality to get a better understanding of them. Once she finds something she loves she'll be fully invested in it, like she is with gaming. Due to this she could also end up loosing track of time and staying up late. I can see Chiaki being more introverted and maybe even be loney sometimes due to her being invested in things she likes or may seem weird or awkward due to falling asleep or spacing out easily.

I hope your satisfied with your results!