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M.I.L.F. (Make It Last Forever) â L.DH
Haechan, a favorite among classy wives to hire during the hot summer season for a nice, thorough pool cleaning, seems to have a favorite wife of his own. You. Or the one where Haechan was the pain-in-your-ass son of the family you used to babysit for, but now heâs making it his mission to be the pain-in-your-ass pretend husband that you never asked for, but very clearly need.Â
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PAIRING â lee haechan x afab milf!reader Â
WORDCOUNTâ 18.9k
CONTENTâ Â age gap: reader is 31Â and haechan is 24, milf trope/single mother reader, college pool boy haechan (turned part time babysitter), reader has 1 kid and haechan really wants to give her another, reader has morals!! haechan just doesnât see it as a moral issue, he is actually very sweetÂ
!WARNINGS! â Â age gap, haechan is somewhat of a manipulator, heâs gentle but wonât take no for an answer. dub-con in one instance. major breeding kink and kind of a mommy and daddy kink (domesticity), angst regarding reader and her ex husband, reader has huge titsÂ
NOTE â this was written for jay from enhypen over on my other blog, but i am gifting it to you guys here as well! I WROTE THEM BOTH!!!! NOT PROOF READ.
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nsfw tagsâ thick big dick haechan, small instant dubious consent, tit obsessed haechan, groping and grinding, mommy/daddy kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex, cum stuffing-ish,pussy eating, fingering, basically itâs haechan doing stuff to you, this ainât smut this is making love, also reader doesnât shave her coochie and haechan fucking loves it.
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Having a stray eye isnât typically something you afford yourself when it comes to men. Things tend to change with time though, that much you know is true.Â
It was proven to you for the first time when your ex husband decided to up and leave you three weeks before your due date for a womanâwell, girl, fresh out of highschool. Years of trust and promises crushed with just a single sentence and a slam of the door. Time mustâve changed you for him to leave so heartlessly. Time mustâve changed him to become so cold.Â
 It was proven again when you were able to heal despite never believing you could. Seconds of pain turned to minutes, to hours. Days. weeks. Months. Years of pain before being able to wake up and feel somewhat numb to it all. Like a flip switch in your head that told you that you can be happy now even if as a single mother. After all, the hard part was over.Â
It took some four to five years, but it did happen. Time did change you, it healed you, it matured you. As your child grew, so did you. And for the better, you think. You count your blessings of living a life far more lavish than you ever could have anticipated given the circumstances that had been thrown at you. Even to the point of nesting, wanting another child, wanting a big and happy family. But alas, your ex husband had better things to do.Â
At the end of the day, youâd never be able to call this home yours if you had stayed with your ex husband. He didnât like this kind of âflashyâ lifestyle, and to him, everything you wanted seemed too flashy for him. Perhaps he was right to some extent, as you recognize the brand name goods you now own, solely because you had promised yourself in the depths of your despair that youâll get to a point in life where you can buy yourself everything you not only need, but want. So, here you are, owning an expensive home, in a nice neighborhood, with a nice car and a nice pool.Â
Your daughter has everything she could want and need too, aside from a sibling, itâs certainly still more than what you had growing up and itâs all because of you. A fully decorated bedroom drenched in glitter, purples, creams, yellows, and pink, her favorite color. All sorts of play houses, costumes, dolls, a few lego sets, and even some plastic swords and knives for the days she wants to pretend to be her favorite movie characters. Clothes she can grow into, and a nice little fund building up for her as she grows up. Her first car, college, help for a downpayment on her own first house.Â
Both of you have everything you could ever want or need and for that, youâre so proud. Especially knowing your husband would have never believed you could make it this far without him. Still, despite having everything you could ever ask for, thereâs something in you that feels empty.
Time changes things.Â
Time changes a lot of things, you note more than usual, as the man youâve been ogling for the past three weeks makes himself far more known to you than you ever wished he would.
The interaction with him was always so quick before today and given the fact that he was a complete stranger, you never quite invited him into your home consideringâyou know, small child and all. You had hired him over text. Haechan, your neighbor said his name was. His handsome features didnât offer you anything more than a clean pool and a wandering eye.Â
Your neighbor apparently has a friend who has a cousin that has an even nicer pool than you do. Given, itâs only a nicer pool due to the fact that this young man, Haechan, tended to it weekly and made damn sure it could be drunk out of if a person had a craving for chlorine.Â
You feel like an idiot now that it didnât dawn on you quick enough. Sure, he looked a bit familiar to you but who doesnât when youâre always out and about seeing so many different faces on a daily basis? His name, Haechan, didnât ring any bells. Now though, the shame of staring at his sweaty pecs and biceps came crashing down the moment you realized who Haechan actually is.Â
He didnât do a damn thing to remind you either, if anything, all he did was walk around all sweaty in the afternoon heat with his tank top either sticking to him, or off entirely. It appears that you had just been too busy running errands with your child, considering his shifts were always when you were home. Too busy cooking, cleaning, reading, lounging. Too busy looking atâŠwell, not his face.Â
Too busy to give the man a glance more than that of a slice of pie behind a bakery window.Â
Haechan.Â
Since fucking when was that his name?
âLee Donghyuck.â You whimper near mortified, three weeks too late as you hand him his pay with nervous hands. âSpray-cheese in my hair Donghyuck?âÂ
âAh, was wondering when youâd pick up on that.â He smiles at you with that crooked grin, a knowing look that any man at a bar would give you if he had caught you checking him out. Then, he pockets the hefty amount of cash that you hand to him. âI go by Haechan more often these days.â He trails off, an amused smirk half-falling as he looks at your expression of realization. âYou can call me whatever you want though.â
Heâs well aware of how often youâve checked him out since he started intentionally taking his clothes off. After all, itâs mid-july by this point and the sun baring down on him doesnât quite call for a fucking turtle neck sweater. Or a T-shirt, or a tank top, for that matter. It calls for all skin baby, beautifully tanned and toned for you and any of your neighbors to look at if they so wanted to.Â
Haechan doesnât work out for nothing, after all. Summer after summer, heâs found himself to be quite fond of the rich women that hire him for their pool services. Always wanting an attractive young man to wander around half naked and satiate their lack of sex life with their husbands, or boytoys, or what have you. He knows all that extra pay isnât because he does a good job either. Heâs gotten winks, small comments, even a few offers of his body for more pay.
Heâs turned them all down, of course. For a full-on affair, anyway. Haechan has gotten a few blow jobs and quickies as a tip before though, and a lot of that is why he keeps getting referred to more women. Richer women. Never single women.Â
Until you.Â
He quite enjoyed catching you looking at him. Especially given the fact that he knew exactly who you were when you introduced yourself to him via text. That little childhood crush on you came back within an instant upon actually seeing you again. Truly, he had forgotten all about you up until that fateful day three weeks ago.Â
If heâs being honest, heâs been pining something fierce since he first stepped foot on your property. Excitement swelled inside of him just to see you again. To see if youâre still hot, to see how youâre doing, what youâre doing. How your life is going.
 He knew you didnât recognize his nickname through text, and he definitely knew you didnât recognize him to be eating him up with those eyes of yours either. So, he played along, enjoying it while he could before it would inevitably dawn on you. Still, he remembers you so well from back then. Crazy to know that he rarely thought of you for the past twelve years or so, and how all those little butterflies of his came back in a far more mature way. He was only twelve back then, but heâs a man now.Â
Twenty four and perfectly sound as a man who knows what he likes. The fact that you happen to fall into that category is no fault of his own, honestly. Itâs your fault if anyoneâs at all. Haechan is a man that likes a specific type of woman too. Woman. Not a girl, not a young lady, not a free spirit, nor a prude. He is drawn to the idea of experience, to the idea of settling down. Itâs not easy to find that at his age, in college, surrounded by party girls and casual drug use.Â
And, well, imagine his smile upon seeing your lovely, lavish home with the large pool, no ring on your finger, a whole fucking child, and your motherly instincts when you buckle her into the car for an errand. Oh and the broken fence in the far back of your yard.
Youâre a single mom.Â
A hot single mom who lives lavishly. One who could probably use a manâs help around your house.
He half expected you to be able to recognize him when he appeared for work the first time. He even had a monologue in his head on what to say to you, and how to present himself. You didnât seem to take notice though, introducing yourself to him as if you hadnât spent all that time in his childhood home when you were a teenager. Like you never mothered him, or put him to sleep with the soft stories when you let him watch all those scary movies before bed. Even at twelve, he was a scaredy cat.
 Clearly youâre too busy experiencing life to notice the way he fawns over you too. Hating how youâre more reserved than the other lavish, fixed-up women. You seem to have standards, or maybe itâs just priorities ... that's so hot. Truly, it only makes him want you more because by now, the other women would already be rubbing all over him. The ones who shouldnât be wanting him the way they do. So, yes, heâs always stealing glances at you with sparkling dark eyes, fantasizing in his head that this pool is his to clean now, because thatâs what a good man would do for you, right? With him around servicing your pool and lawn, youâd never need to hire or spend money on another broke ass college student again.
Yes. Thatâs how quickly he fell into this infatuation solely because you looked at him like you want it without realizing who he was. Hell, without realizing how perfect you are in terms of what he wants.
God, how are you still single?Â
Like, why do you have a child and a house so beautiful without a man wandering around doing all of this work for you? Not that you couldnât do it on your own, itâs just, you clearly have the means to make a man do as you please. Why havenât you?
You happen to fall almost perfectly into the categories of what heâs looking for. Save for the fact that now you recognize him as that kid you used to babysit rather than the man who tries to be sexy while cleaning your pool. Which is a fucking shame, if heâs being honest, to be written off as that same ten year old child rather than a fucking man who very clearly has needs and desires.Â
The point isâ Haechan wants you and he parades around your pool for you to look at him. So what if you used to babysit him? Itâs not like youâre an old swamp-hag trying to lure him with candy. Youâre justâŠa woman. And heâs just a man.Â
âWell, thank you for cleaning again,â You trail off in an awkward tone, shifting your eyes to anywhere but him. He watches you though, smiling a smile you know all too well from his childhood antics. It must mean something different now, or maybe not. âI guess Iâll see you next week?âÂ
âWell, actually,â Haechan offers, âWould you be opposed toââ You cut him off instantly with an awkward wave of your hand.
You donât know why you make assumptions, maybe from that damned smile on his face, but you do recall your ex husband reminding you time and time again that itâs one of the things he hated about you.Â
Assumptions. Always thinking the worst, or perhaps the most filthy of situations and expressions. To be fair, you feel guilty about how youâve been looking at him, you canât help but panic trying to pretend like it never happened, and that he never saw it happen.
âIâm not interested, Donghyuck.â You respond hastily, pressing your thumb to your bottom lip to bite the skin on it, keeping your eyes away from him with the awkward words. After all, he knew who you were this whole time and paraded around like that?Â
Even before recognizing him yourself, you know men well enough to know when theyâre trying to flaunt. Is it so wrong to assume?
âInterested in what?â Haechan tilts his head knowingly, seeing the way you buckle under the guilt of staring at the very man you used to tuck into bed every night. He can see the way you try to push those sexual thoughts you had away in the quick rejection to a simple assumption.Â
 âI was just going to ask if you want me to fix your fence.âÂ
Ah, you did get ahead of yourself through the guilt, and youâre far too aware of it as you draw your eyes back to him and note the expression on his face. Amused, maybe a bit of concern in his eyes, even?Â
âAh, umââ You start, trailing your eyes down your fence line never once noticing a break in it. Haechan is quick to point though, leaning to you with a whisper of âright there.â And well, you did not need to hear that tone in his voice the way you just did.
God, itâs so awkward.
âWell, how much would that cost me?â You question with an empty voice, staring at the broken fence.Â
âFree.â He uses the same tone, leaning away from you now and smiling wide. âThat is, if you provide lunch.âÂ
Well, despite the awkwardness, that break over there would cost you a pretty penny to fix, and your daughter needs the safety of playing in her own yard without random animals or worse, people, making their way in. Plus, youâre quite fond of saving money. How else would you be here if you werenât good at it? And now, given that youâre most definitely not interested in Haechan, what's the harm in making a few sandwiches for someone you already know well enough? Itâs not like youâve never made him lunch before.
The awkwardness will pass and your guilt will subside. You both will laugh at it over a cold glass of iced lemonade, surely. Itâs not like you realized who he was anyway, itâs not like youâre just gonna keep looking at him like that. You should just push forward and itâll all be fine.Â
âHell, Iâd even watch the kiddo so you can have a break every now and then.â He watches your reaction, wanting to ask so many questions about why youâre single, who the father is, where he is, why he isnât here. âAfter all, I learned quite a bit from you.âÂ
For a second you consider that too.
And thereâs three reasons as to why you should. The first being that you were literally just looking for a new child care facility due to learning of the staff coming to work while sick. Your poor daughter came home with a fever just last week, and youâve had little luck in finding a place with the same educational benefits for her.Â
The second being that, well, while youâre not hurting for cash or anything, it wouldnât hurt to be able to put a little more back for her college fund. Or for fun little vacations.Â
And lastly, despite your guilt of lusting over someone you shouldnât have, you know Donghyuck and you know his family even better. No background check would be needed, your daughter could be in the comfort of her own home rather than a classroom setting that sheâs sure to see for at least twenty years of her life in the future.Â
So, yes. You consider it instantly, and Haechan sees it.Â
You only know of the childhood version of him and, well, the slutty pool-side version of him apparently. If only you knew of that other side of him and how fond he is of watching his own younger cousins. How good he is with children, and how much he clings to the idea of being a father one day.
Haechan is great with kids, with or without them having a hot mom.
And well, he knows that heâs fond of looking at you at least. Besides, as long as you can work with his class schedules, heâd be willing to do just about anything to play pretend-husband, even if youâre unaware of it.Â
âIs that so?â You finally ask, curious eyes looking at him with a furrowed brow. âShouldnât you be out living the life? College parties and such?â You add, wondering why such a great deal has managed to flop down on your lap. The idea of even cheaper childcare without the risk of unvaccinated children, and sick caretakers being far too good of a deal to pass up.Â
âWell, yeah I guess.â He shrugs, leaning backwards to stretch and roll his shoulders. âNot really my scene though. I have classes Monday and Wednesday all day, Tuesday and Thursdays my classes are online. If you can work around that, Iâd rather just be making money and chilling.âÂ
You think about it just for a second more when he continues.Â
âI can be here on weekends too. Maybe you should be the one out relaxing and having some drinks.âÂ
âWell, I donât quite need that, or for you to be here on weekends.â You think as you say it, knowing you have given up on going out to try and meet men two years ago. âI could pay you though, letâs say, thirty an hour?âÂ
Well, shit, thatâs not too bad at all, especially considering heâs about to give up on cleaning the pools of a few women in his contacts for this. Itâs a major pay cut, but still enough to get by comfortably if youâll have him multiple times a week. That plus the pool cleaning money? And free lunch?Â
âOh, you donât go out at all? I donât see why not, could probably get a man in no timeââ Haechan ignores the wage offer and pushes to note the singlehood he had been noticing for the past three weeks. âand the pay is fine.âÂ
âAh, well, the dating pool isnât so great in this neck of the woods.â You scratch the back of your neck when you say it. âThat aside, I'll have her in day care on the days you canât be here, but it really would be a big help. Thank you for the offer, Donghyuck. And for the fence too.âÂ
He watches you with a firm nod, shoving his hands into the pockets of his basketball shorts, still entirely shirtless in front of you.Â
âAnd the pool.â You add quietly after a moment.Â
âI think youâd be surprised about the dating pool.â He smiles as he pushes the subject back to what you had previously said, hoping you believe those words before continuing. âSo, when do you want me to start?âÂ
âIs tomorrow too soon? Youâre okay to set up here with your online classes?â
âTomorrow is perfect.â He smiles.
âIâm sure she would be so happy knowing she wonât be going to daycareââ You clap, feeling a bit less awkward despite the boldness of the man in front of you. Youâre sure heâs just teasing you for knowing you checked him out. âI know I am.âÂ
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Itâs a little too perfect, actually.
After that first day of watching your child and making a lazy attempt at âfixing your fence,â heâs settled in like itâs home. He wishes it was, with the lavish lifestyle in a house far too pretty compared to his own living space with piles upon piles of laundry heâs too lazy to pick up for himself.Â
Itâs different for you though. Different when heâs here.
Truly, he feels like heâs living the life after a couple of weeks with decent pay and a comfy space to do his homework. He watches your child, which is arguably the hardest part of the job but sheâs well behaved for him. In fact, she seems to have taken a shine to him.
Heâs starting to be very intentional with taking far too long to work on your fence too, and still maintaining your pool. Heâs trying to drag this out for as long as he can. Even if just to see if you still look at him when you come home the same way you did before recognizing him. You never do though. When his shirt is off and heâs wiping his forehead in the sun, you donât look at him anymore.
Hell, heâs even considered breaking things in your home just to give himself more jobs to do. More things that make him feel needed, like a husband. More things that you thank him for fixing, even if it breaks again two days later.
And ah, the food in your fridge is always free reign to him, that large television in the living room too. God, sometimes he dreads going home, and by sometimes, he means all the time. Who in their right mind would ever fucking want to live outside of this lifestyle? He really canât believe youâre single, nor can he believe that he has the opportunity to be in your home, close to you. It shouldnât take too long now to convince you, right? That you donât necessarily have to be single? That you need him around to live even more comfortably?
In short, Haechan is in his head about how heâs practically just roleplaying as your stay-at-home husband before having to go back to his shitty little apartment and remind himself that heâs just a fucking college student with no interest in the people on campus. And like, even with the way you come home from work, all groggy and exhausted on the days heâs there, you always thank him before giving him his pay. What he likes best about those nights is when youâre too exhausted to even pay him and you promise to do it next time.
In his mind, thatâs you promising to see him again.Â
He could give less of a shit about the pay at this point, as long as he gets to be in this house, smelling your favorite candles and dish detergents, seeing you, being a semi-father to a child who deserves more love than the two of you combined can giveâŠheâll fucking do anything you want for free.Â
Itâs difficult sometimes, like he really canât help it. Some days wandering around this house and imagining how the two of you could have landed on buying it together. How the rooms would be organized if he were here from the start. Claiming his spot on your couch like any dad would. Playing dolls with your daughter, laughing with her, letting her paint his nails and put his hair in little pigtails. He even cleans your pool as if it were his own, meaning, he genuinely cleans it.Â
He has taken it upon himself to mow your lawn, confusing the yard workers that you apparently hired years ago. Did he accidentally fire them? Maybe, but any good husband would save you money, right? He checks your mail, waves to your neighbors and lets them make assumptions.Â
And every single fucking night itâs harder and harder to go back home.
Especially after a full day of playing dad then seeing you come back so tired. Turning off that switch in his head isnât easy. He wants to greet you like the husband you donât have. He wants to ease your hard days in so many ways. Tell you heâs proud of you, that you still look so pretty after an exhausting shift of whatever the fuck you do. He wants to serve you dinner, run you a bath, fix your hair, lay you downâ oh, heâs fantasizing again. Unfortunately, he has to settle with seeing the relief on your face when he lets you know in a soft voice that heâs cooked dinner and he will heat it up for you before leaving, kiddo is in her room sleeping, no dishes in the sink, and laundry is folded and put away.Â
He loves the appreciation in your eyes, and sometimes even sees a glint of sadness. He can tell you wish you had this from a person who isnât here for pay. Someone who loves you, and loves your child, and feels joy in making your life easier.Â
Fuck, if only you knew.Â
And youâd be lying if you tried to say Haechan isnât a godsend to you on the days he babysits. Many times you find yourself wishing heâd just move in and do everything that you canât do. Youâd pay him well, give him a guest room, whatever. But itâs justâŠnot viable to support a full time employee like that, nor is it fair to your daughter.Â
She needs a parent, not a paid college student who needs some extra cash. You have to be that parent, you have to make time for her and witness all of her joys in life. You have to protect her and never bring in faces of men who claim to want to be a father, only to run and break her heart more than your own.Â
For now, you settle with this godsend of a little shit you used to babysit. Still you can barely believe thatâs the same person, but againâŠtime changes things. And thankfully, the awkwardness of what you did has died down drastically.
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Today, youâre more thankful for Haechan than you have been previously. After a heavy workload has been lifted off your back with the approval of this project, you need a night out. For the first time in years, youâre giving yourself a night out, all because you have someone you can trust to be here for your daughter.
He was so understanding when you called, happy to come over right then and there to put her to bed and mostly just house-sit for the night. Even without an end time for him, and even without asking for extra pay, he justâŠaccepted with an understanding tone and that stupid breathy chuckle he gives to you when you ask for favors. âWhat? You need me there right now? Iâm putting on my shoes.â He had said.
Itâs the fact that now, as he sits on your couch looking at you in your chosen outfitâ he seems a little off. Maybe itâs because you asked him where the best spots in town are because itâs been so long since youâve gone out, or maybe he just feels awkward seeing so much skin on your body.Â
To be fair, he didnât realize you were going out out. He thought that maybe you were gonna go stay with a friend to celebrate and have a drink or two.Â
In reality though, heâs just awestruck. Already you look great even after your busy days at work butâŠthis is a different level. The way your tits look in that push-up bra and tiny ass top, when heâs used to seeing you head out in some sort of business casual outfit without an ounce of skin showing save for your ankles or wristsâŠjesus. Heâs struggling more than usual to keep himself calm around you, hopping up on one leg when you walk away to try and adjust the chub in his pants, and releasing a small sigh before youâre looking at him again.
His skin feels like itâs on fire knowing youâre going out looking like that.
âYou sure you're okay to sleep over? I figure itâll be easier since Iâm not sure when Iâll come home, or if I come home.â You smile with a wink, your stomach in knots over the two shots youâve taken for the first time in years. âI can call my friends and tell them not to come if youâd rather focus on your studies.âÂ
Haechan shakes his head, waving his hands in defense for you as if he didnât just see the way your tits bounce and squish against your shirt with each move you make.Â
âNo, no! Go on, have fun.â He says, encouraging you to go out despite hoping you come home with no luck of finding a man out there.Â
Just, look at you. Fuck, heâs staring again. He hates knowing that he could be one of the guys at whatever bar or club youâre landing on tonight. He could be the person that makes sure you donât come home, getting to plant his face right there. He could be whatever you want him to be if youâre looking like that.Â
But no, he has to play husband again, which is normally something heâs all too excited to do. Tonight though, he feels like a fucking cuckold. After everything he does for you, after not mentioning how youâve skipped a few of his payments, after slaving away for hours over your pool, your household chores, fixing and breaking that fucking dishwasher, cooking you dinner every single night heâs here just to make sure you have a meal when you get off of workâŠyou imply you may not come home tonight?
And youâre dressed like that?
And youâreâŠ
God, you just look so good right now. It pains him to know you didnât dress like this for him, the only man who cares enough to make your life easy. Heâs not mad at you, per se, but heâs pissed that you donât see him as an option despite showing you time and time again that not only is he an option, but the right choice.Â
This is what you look like when you want to impress a man? This is how you act? How you talk? Fuck, god, fuckâ maybe heâs just too deep in his one-sided roleplay but it really, really fucking feels like heâs watching his woman go off and look for someone else to fuck.
âThank you, Donghyuck,â You smile, walking over to him with a saunter in your step and a gentle smile across your lips.Â
Heâs never heard you speak his name so sensually, the way his cock twitches forces him to wince away from you. Heâs never even seen you saunter before. Fucking hell, somehow it feels worse seeing you act like this after how many times heâs imagined it, all alone in his room.Â
A slow walk from you, with the strap of your shirt slipping off your shoulder, fat tits threatening to spill out, lifting the hem of your skirt, or dress, or whatever youâre wearing in his fantasy at that point. Your voice, so soft, so sexy. And youâre practically bringing his fantasy to life right now, except he knows youâre going to fucking walk away from him like this. Into the fucking arms of some random dude at a club.Â
Probably some loser heâs seen on campus too.
âIt means a lot.â You add, popping a quick, platonic kiss to the top of his forehead.Â
Ah, lip gloss. That little kiss on him is enough to ignite him to the point of no return. He almost wants to skip the part of asking you not to go and straight up just beg that you pick him, that you choose him. Itâs not just your home, or the luxuries that come with it. Itâs you that he wants. Youâre the fucking luxury and youâre just gonna go to some sticky-floored club and pretend heâs not clearly checking you the fuck out right now? Like heâs not about three seconds from dropping to his knees just to see you from the angle you deserve?!Â
âItâs no problem.â Haechan relents, dropping himself onto your couch instead and adjusting his body to sink deep into the cushions just to keep himself from arguing against everything heâs giving you permission to do right now.Â
Hah. Permission.
âBe safe.â He adds in an even more monotone voice. âIâll be here when you get back.âÂ
And god, he seethes in his thoughts after you close that door and hop into the car with your friends. You donât look like a mother tonight, and he wonders if youâll be upfront and forward with anyone you intend to hit on too. Probably not. Heâs well aware of the men in this city, after all, heâs one of them.
Itâs really not something he can control after seeing you like that either. Your child is already in bed and heâs just sitting here on your couch with a throbbing, fucking weeping cock thinking about you. Whatâs stopping him from taking care of it? Youâre not here, after all.Â
Youâre not fucking here. But everything about you is.Â
And thatâs how he finds himself in your bedroom for the first time, barely making it a foot into the room before closing the door and dropping to the floor. The scent in your room is different. Itâs feminine, gentle, like the energy is kissing him all over and sending goosebumps straight to the head of his cock. He couldnât even pull it out, already holding his breath with his hand down his pants, vigorously trying to get what he wants so badly yet knowing that his hand will never compare to you.Â
And itâs here where he feels like a husband. Spilling against his pants with a silent, choked back sob as he stares forward at your bed, and the way you didnât make it this morning. Itâs messy, and he wants to be in that mess of sheets with you more than anything.Â
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Haechan hates that heâs now forced to get used to your late night ventures. Every weekend now. Every. Fucking. Weekend. Â You ask if heâs willing to stay over so you can go unwind, and despite his better (or worse) judgment, he accepts. The only solace he finds in these ventures is knowing you consistently come back home right after usual closing times, and youâre mostly sober. Sometimes a bit whiny that youâre not lucking out, worrying that maybe youâre too old now, or maybe youâre just not as desirable. There have even been a few times where youâve exposed your ex husband during your rants, giving Haechan little hints to follow as to why youâre single, and how he left you.Â
Still, he knows in your tipsy state that you usually wouldnât talk about these things with him, but heâs all too happy to get the details once you come home. Mostly because it calms his rising rage at how youâre doing this to not only him, but yourself. Itâs mostly because youâre technically coming home to him though.Â
And every single time, you go back to your bedroom to grab his payment even though it could wait until morning, considering heâs been sleeping in the guest roomâ all he can think about is how heâs been in your room. Heâs gotten off countless times by now by the smell of your room alone, still barely able to even reach your bed to lay in it himself for a better experience. God, heâs probably memorized each little fray in your carpeted bedroom floor by now with how much heâs zoned out on it mid-jerk off session right there on his knees at your door.Â
Heâs truly pathetic for you.Â
This time thoughâŠthree in the morning has passed and normally youâd have been stumbling through the door an hour ago. Normally, heâd be fighting back the need to tell you that youâre beautiful, not too old, and entirely desirable. Normally, he would be fisting his cock again in your guest room before sleep, getting off on the idea that he can cum in a house that you live in, smothered by the sheets you meticulously picked out to match the walls of the room. Moaning for you, practically crying for you to let him do it all.Â
Have you really done it this time? Gone off with some man? Are you getting railed right now in some hotel, or car, or someoneâs shitty man-cave? God, his mind is racing, both aroused at the fact that you must be horny to be constantly wanting to go out like this, but equally as devastated because likeâŠheâs right here.
Who the fuck cares if you babysat him? Heâs a man. No longer that child who sprayed cheese in your hair or dumped salt into the bag of sugar. Heâs a fucking man, cooking you dinner when you work, parenting your child, cleaning your house, maintaining your pool and fenceâŠ.He does everything for you, why the fuck donât you see it?!
Click.
Haechanâs ears perk up instantly at the sound. He sits up on the couch from his depressed slump of scrolling through his phone, quickly fixing his hair and clearing his throat.Â
In you stumble, right into the little entryway table with a whisper-scream of âShit, fuckââ
Haechan looks at your state before standing to his feet and rushing to you, helping you balance on your feet despite your footing not quite being grounded even with his help. You lean on him closely, letting out an alcohol scented sigh.Â
His nostrils flare as he holds his breath, feeling your tit press against his arm, smelling the drinks, the sweat, and the dulled perfume on you. Then, a hint of something else. Musk.Â
Youâve been with a man.Â
He holds back a gesture at the way you lean on him. Nothing more he could want at this moment but to hold you tightly and tell you that heâs got you, despite the panic in his stomach at the way he sniffs out another man. Out of lust, love, desperation, frustration. This is the closest youâve been to him for this long. You feel clammy and cold, a clear indication that you drank far, far too much. Your tank top is sticking to you, your eyes are a bit glassyâ
âYouâre late.â He says shortly.
âLate?!â You raise your voice before looking at him with drowsy eyes, furrowing your brow. âI donât have a curfe-â
âShhââ He shushes you, helping you get to the living room. âSheâs sleeping and youâre going to have her make a fuss about waking up.â
You giggle to yourself as he drops you onto the couch, now aware that yes, you are not a single college student anymore. Youâre a single woman. A fucking mother.Â
You shouldâve just gotten a hotel for the night and slept there to dream a little longer.Â
âRight.â You laugh, slouching, spreading out wide against the couch and trying to fix your gaze on him. âWhyâre you still awake?âÂ
Haechan fixes his eyes on you, swallowing around a lump in his throat. The way youâre slouchingâŠseemingly forgetting that youâre wearing a skirt and basically flashing your panties at him. God, the things could do to you right now. The things he could get away with if he wanted to. He tries to shake those thoughts for now, and instead, inspects you from head to toe.
Heâs never seen you look so relaxed. Chest raising and falling with each breath, hair a little messy, lipstick stains smeared on the outsides of your lip line. He chooses to ignore the faint swell against your neck indicating someone has been sucking on you. But, well, he canât ignore it. Both his cock and heart aches at the very thought.
âYouâve been kissing?â Haechan tries to ask nonchalantly.Â
âA lot more than thatââ You smile, feeling a flush cross your cheeks before the disappointment hits you square in the gut.Â
Haechan watches your face fall, and he mimics it by falling onto the couch and sitting by your headâŠyou know, allowing you to lay your head on him if you want to. Youâd probably not notice his arousal anyway, given your state.Â
âOh?â He asks gently, the disappointment now showing plainly on not just your face, but his own.
âThought I was gonna go home with him, turns out he decided to be done after a blowjob in the parking lot.â
Oh, the way his blood boils. Not for the fact that you were used or rejected, but for the fact that you found someone that you were interested in and genuinely intended to leave your home life in his hands for however fucking long. Really? Just gonna leave him here all alone? Like he couldnât do better for you?
âItâs for the betterââ Haechan says as he shivers with irritation, struggling to keep his facade up. Itâs definitely not what you wanted to hear, and definitely not what youâd have expected to hear from a college guy at all either.
âThis happened last time too, except he didnât even get me to the parking lot.â You huff, unaware of how much youâre sharing right now.Â
He bites back the anger yet again, inhaling deeply before releasing a calming breath through his nose just to contain it. SoâŠit has happened more than once?Â
âWhy donât you let me take you out someday?â He says suddenly, well aware that youâll probably never remember he said it in the first place.Â
If anything, heâs testing the waters for his own sake. Heâd hate himself forever if he didnât at least take advantage of this moment a little bit.Â
âThen who will watch my daughter?â You respond in slurred speech, not even comprehending who it is thatâs asking you this question right now. Not even thinking about your history with him, or the family ties.Â
He, on the other hand, is quite entertained by the way you donât bring the history up like he expected. His cock twitches at it, bumping your head just a bit, not enough for you to notice apparently. Fuck, it would be so easy for him to pull it out right now, and justâŠtap your lips with it.Â
Maybe youâd even open your mouth for him.Â
âIâll skip class on a Wednesday, we can go while sheâs still in daycare.â He continues through an almost-moan, encouraging the conversation to stay positive.
âDonghyuckââ You slur before clearing your throat and sitting back up in a dizzy show of how drunk you are. âYou know I canât do that. Itâs too weird.âÂ
In all fairness, you know he has likeâŠa thing for you. After all, why else would a college dude be spending his weekends here babysitting your kid? Itâs not like you havenât noticed the way he checks you out before you go out for the night. Why would he do all of this if he didnât have some sort of attraction to you? Sure, youâre taking advantage of it as best as you can despite how you didnât recognize him at first.Â
Despite how deep down, you very well know how attracted to him you are too.Â
âOnly because you make it weird.â Haechan rolls his eyes as he looks at you, spreading his legs out to adjust his comfort, noting the way you glance down to his lap and see it. âIâm a grown manââ He starts, spreading his legs wider, pressing his cock against his pants to the point you can practically see the outline.âyou know this.â He continues, trying to be bold now by reaching forward and moving a strand of your hair from your cheek.Â
âYouâve seen it.â
You freeze, suddenly feeling entirely too sober to be talking about this kind of thing with him. With Donghyuck. God, his mother would fucking kill you if she found out heâs in your house while youâre out trying to get fucked by whoever is willing to love you temporarily.Â
Haechan sees you thinking though, and continues to take the advantage now that heâs feeling brave. Now that youâve seen the twitch in his pants and havenât moved off the couch, or told him to go home.Â
âI saw you watching me when I was cleaning your pool, multiple times.â He whispers snidely. âYou stopped when you realized who I am. Why?â
âDonghyuââŠâ You trail off. âYou know this isnât okay. What would people think of me? There are rules, and I will not go down this route with you.â
A rush of air hits your face and suddenly, warmth hits your cheek. You feel him so close, closer than ever before. Itâs dizzying. Haechan is over you, hovering with one hand ghosting over your hip.Â
âYou want to though, donât you?â He gets even closer now, darting his eyes down at your chest and unable to pull them away. âKnowing how good I am with your daughter? How well I clean up? How strong I can beââ
You swallow hard. For a moment, you almost lean into him. You almost melt right then and there, the need for intimacy so heavy inside of you after being left high and dry, knowing that youâd accept it from just about anyone at this point. Butâ this is Donghyuck. You canât.Â
You really, really, canât.Â
The look of disappointment in his eyes kind of hurts when youâre pushing him away. That playful smirk falling faster than you think your sanity did the day your ex husband left you.Â
âThisââ You pause, realizing all too well how heâs used your drunken state against you for this conversation. âThis is your last paycheck.â
âI donât think so.â The smirk is back now, exceptâŠitâs different. âYou know I promised her a Barbie dream house next weekend.â He smiles fully now. âSheâs a bit attached, you know, even called me dad by accident the other day.âÂ
Youâre shocked.Â
âSheâŠwhat?â
âYou know sheâs attached to me already, donât be selfish.â Haechan shrugs at you while rolling his eyes, leaning against the couch again and turning his head to look at you. You try to pretend that you donât see his hand slightly groping himself. âGuess she misses having a father around. Canât be too easy for her, especially with her mom going out every weekend trying to fuck guys who would run the second they learn about her.â He ticks his tongue now, as if heâs pitying you more than your daughter.Â
âDonghyuck, thatâs notââ
âThatâs not, what?â
âThatâs not what Iâm doingâŠâ You lower your voice to a near whisper, upset that you couldnât even enjoy the drunken state you came home in, now feeling entirely too sober, and a little sick in the stomach.Â
âOh, so you havenât gotten laid since Iâve been hereââ He leans closer again now, trying to resume what he was going to do just moments ago. âThey havenât even touched you, have they?â His hands move to your thigh and presses down as if to hold you in place. âWhy?â
âI try not to just sleep with anyone.â You lie, knowing youâd sleep with anyone just to feel wanted for once. And youâre trying to ignore his hands on you right now, trying desperately not to like it. Itâs the first time a man has touched you in this house since your husband left you. As expected, you almost feel your knees buckle despite sitting comfortably. âI have to be careful, you know?â
âMm, I know more than you think.â He leans into you, hovering yet again with his upper half over you as he whispers it. âDonât need to be careful around me though.â He adds, this time trailing his voice right against your jaw, up to your ear. âYou must be so frustrated.â He ghosts his lips there for a moment, waiting for you to push him away, or say something, anything, really.Â
âWhy would I be frustrated?â You lend the smallest of whispers, feeling the goosebumps against your skin rising at the mere thought of giving in just this once.
âNot having anyone to please you.â He adds now, landing a very slight kiss right under your lobe. âAlways being used for someone elseâs pleasure, maybe?â
You almost nod, feeling weak in your state and thoughts swimming with what ifâs, morals, and anxieties. Youâre frozen in place despite knowing a simple push would create the distance you need to breathe.Â
âYour fingers will never be enough, will they?â He continues, essentially chaining you to this couch with his words alone. You canât help the fight in your head, you need to feel wanted, and you want so badly to feel needed. âI bet you wish someone would love you for all that you are, not all that you have.âÂ
Itâs silent as you feel his lips press down again, this time moving his body over you almost entirely. You can feel the couch dip a bit as he places all of his weight on a knee, moving his other leg to stand between yours.
âYou must need someone to fill that hole in you by now, right? That pussy of yours?â He continues, his tone a bit more snide now as you give in to his hold with shaky breaths.Â
And truthfully, Haechan has never let himself come on this strong towards someone before. Usually the wives are doing this to him. Theyâre trying to convince him, encourage him. Heâs so fucking horny right now though, with that daze in your eye, your legs spread around his knee, blinking up at him like a cheating wife. As if you want to apologize, as if you need him to forgive you. Need him to make everything better.
âI heard you the other day, you know, talking to your momââ He smiles, tilting his head to look into your eyes, seeing a small shine in them. âYou want another, donât you?â He continues, moving his lips now just over yours as he, now, presses you firmly against the couch. âYou must hate knowing that Iâm the only person who can do that for you.âÂ
âGod, Haechan.â You immediately buckle, not realizing how suddenly heâs not Donghyuck at this moment. Heâs someone else. Heâs Haechan.
âWhy donât you go for girls on campus?! Donât you have parties to be attending on the weekends instead of being here, trying to parent my chilââ
âLower that voice of yours,â He whispers, eyes now hooded as he looks at you. âYou know sheâs asleep.â
God, heâs right.Â
âBesides, why would I want them when I have you right here under meââ He tilts his head. âLooking so disappointed that you like it, too.âÂ
Right then, your moral code shines into the front of your mind at the consideration of giving in.
A weight on one shoulder chanting, âNo! What would people say?! What would people think?!â, and then little to no weight on the other shoulder, echoing in a sweet song of âFinally! Someone who will love you! Finally! Someone! Finally!!! Finally!âÂ
You pause, not knowing at all what to do. Your body wants to push him away, even your mind and soul wants you to push him away. But you know deep down, youâd only push him away to see if he will try again. No man has ever tried for you like this, and you need more of it.Â
To feel desired after so long of neglecting this side of yourself, itâs enough to make a person lose their footing in reality. To give in to just about anyone willing to look at you the way he is right now. Itâs the fact that you go out to try and find it, and even with this alone, Haechan has satisfied you more than any stranger promising to make you cum.
âIâŠdonât know what to sayââ You stutter. âI donât know what to do.â
âI do.â Haechan smiles, glancing at your lips before meeting your eye again. âWhy not hand over the reins and relax for aââ His hand dips under your skirt, cupping your sensitive cunt in one hand alone. âAh, I knew it.â Then, his other hand finds purchase on your chest, lifting your heavy breast in his hand with a blatant, hard squeeze.
After a sharp inhale you look away from him in shame, afraid to admit it despite the truth of it leaking through your panties and onto his palm.
âWet.â He smiles, no longer looking at you but flicking his eyes back and forth from between your legs, and to your chest. Still, he fumbles around the wet spot, wanting so badly to lift these fingers to his mouth and taste. Heâs fantasized about it, about how youâd taste, how warm it would be, what your pussy would feel like against his fingersâ
And just as heâs pushing your panties to the side, pads of his fingers touching right where you need them with his eyes hooded and watching you closely, something snaps.
You push his hand away, only to feel him push back, holding you down with more force, gripping your tit tighter, sliding his fingers in before massaging the slit with a blatant moan on his lips. Then, you try again, shoving him back only to hear him chuckle and continue his antics untilâ you jump to your feet. It felt too good, too grounding to have him touching you like this. You nearly stumble back over the coffee table, but you manage to stand tall and firm despite the fact that even though your mind feels sober, your body is fucking wasted.
âDonghyuck.â You argue immediately, using his name the same way you did when he was a child. âStop.âÂ
He throws his hands up in defense, raising his brows in surprise.Â
âIââ He pauses, staring at you. âI thought you were enjoying it, my mistake.âÂ
Itâs the fact that you were. You were enjoying it too much, and there would have been no defending your actions if you had given in to the feeling.Â
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Stupid. Stupid, stupid, fucking stupid. Thatâs what you are.Â
Your ex husband was right all along. Out of everything youâve accomplished since your heart was shattered, ripped to shreds, stomped on, youâd think it would take a lot more to break you.Â
âYou ask for too much.â Your ex husband had said once. âYou canât even stand to be alone for one day.â He had said a year or so later. Small digs on who you are and what you need sprinkled into small arguments, only to come more and more from the lips that you kissed and promised to kiss until you die. Until all of his words were to make you feel inadequate. Until everything he said to you stuck with you, forcing your confidence to bury itself six feet under.Â
Are you to blame? As it stands, maybe. Why else would you be allowing yourself to consider it? Consider Donghyuck, you mean. Never in your life would you have considered him of all people to be the one that you need.Â
Never in your life would you have thought heâd be interested in a woman like you, in a situation like yours, with a child. Why did that night with him stick in your head more than every single mean thing your ex husband said to you? Why did his words seem more believable?Â
Because you were drunk at the time? Wet, neglected, and drunk?Â
Then why is it that youâre sitting here on your day off with your beautiful, bright-eyed daughter rummaging through your purse for whatever catches her eyeâŠ.and youâre thinking about him? About what he's doing right now, how heâs feeling, if heâs eaten.Â
Why is it that youâve gone the entire week ignoring his texts, asking if you need him to come resume his job as babysitter? Why the fuck do you want to accept after how he took advantage of your state of mind? After he came onto you and tried to manipulate you?Â
Despite all of his words ringing true in the back of your head. That was a dirty tactic he pulled on you. Yet, stillâŠyou want him back, and god fucking dammit you could cry knowing your daughter called him âdad.â You hadnât believed him at first, but after this week alone it slipped from her mouth several times.Â
âHeâs not your dad, baby, thatâs just Donghyuck.â You remember correcting her more than once, and all she responded to you with was a confused expression.Â
âWhy not?â Is what her little voice gave back to you after her child-like brain decided it was fed up with you correcting her very right assumption of the guy who promised her the Barbie Dream House.Â
Why not?
Why not?
Well, if you could have an adult conversation with a five year old it would be much easier to answer that. Because he sprayed cheese in your hair. Because you were seventeen and his babysitter when he was twelve years old. Because you ogled him without recognizing him as your pool boy. Because of a lot of things.
âUncle Donghyuck.â You finally corrected her again.Â
She shook her head, and continued doing and saying as her little mind pleased. It made you miss having a father around for her though. You think she needs it more than you do.Â
And that fucking Barbie Dream house is what brings Haechan back.Â
Right at your doorstep today, with a gentle knock to the door and a timid smile on his face. He doesnât even look at you when you open the door, instead he crouches down in front of you with the big, flashy box. He ignores you, tilting himself to look past you and straight at your daughter.Â
You hold your breath when she runs to Haechan, arms spread open and laughter shrieking in your ears. Your heart aches so much at this moment.Â
Given your work schedule, youâd never gotten to see them interact much. He always came over as she was eating her breakfast, and you always came home after she was put to bed. You guess itâs fair that they have a bond now. She doesnât even run at you like she does for Haechan. In fact, the only time she ever does is when she had a bad day at daycare or had a tummy ache.Â
She runs to you when she needs you, but she runs to Haechan like she wants to. Like she genuinely is attached to him, and his kind smile, and his eyes, and probably that warm embrace that youâve never let yourself experience.
You watch them, not allowing yourself to melt at the moment because you did not invite him over, nor did you give consent to bring that fucking doll house here. But you canât say no now, as she clings to his leg when he stands up and looks at you with an almost irritated glint in his eye.Â
His eyes trail all over you briefly too, as if checking for any new spots or marks that a man could have put on you. You feel seen, dipping your head to not meet his eye and scratching your neck as if to hide a spot there. There isnât a mark, itâs justâŠfear? nervousness? anxiety?Â
And then he hauls the box in for her without saying a word to you. You watch him hard now that his back is turned. His voice sounds so loving when he speaks to your child as if sheâs an equal. Plopping down on your living room floor with her and opening the large box.Â
He Oooâs and Aahhhâs with her as he pulls each piece out, connecting the walls, the doors, handing her little things to help him with. And both of them are so focused on the task at hand to create a safe space for all of her abused barbie dolls that⊠you feel invisible.
For the first time ever in front of them both, you feel like you are nothing but a ghost. That he is the single parent. As if youâre forgotten, less loved, not wanted, not even needed.Â
Thereâs a bubbling in your gut when you tear up, reminding yourself that what Haechan did that night was probably just, well, heâs a man. Men aim to fuck at all times usually, and you guess you should have expected it at one point from him because, again, youâre aware that heâs attracted to you. Even more aware now.Â
But the way you feel right now outshines that. Heâs ignoring you to keep your child happy. She is ignoring you because it seems Haechan does a better job at it than you do.Â
And, well, heâs not holding you down, whispering things in your ear, letting out frustrated little sighs at your drunken or drowsy words now. So, you say nothing. All you can do is go to the kitchen and prepare a snack, trying to force the tears to stay inside of you with quiet sniffles, hoping you can join their little picture perfect moment so that you can be helpful too.Â
Your heart swells when they both look at you as you present a plate of snacks. You have to hold back tears again at the way their eyes shine, thanking you for the snacks. Haechanâs eyes stay on you a bit longer though, as if saying âSee? See what youâre making her go without?âÂ
You do see it.Â
ButâŠit canât be him. As much as you wish it could be, you just canât. There has to be another man out there just like him, one that doesnât have a history with you that would cause whispers and questions. There has to be.Â
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That moment you witnessed seems to have solidified Haechanâs place in your home. Whether it be for babysitting or simply so your child can see him when sheâs asking for him (which is often.) Itâs kind of an issue, actually, because now the choice isnât yours anymore and it appears Haechan knows that.
You hate that youâre forced to see him for what he is now. How he proves himself over and over again to be the man you need. The issue is that you still donât want it to be him. The bigger issue is that heâs breaking down your walls, doing little things for you, looking at you with those dark eyesâ your resolve cracks and reminds you every time heâs here that maybe it could work. Maybe youâll give him a chance. Maybe you wonât have to go out anymore looking to fill a void that no one else fits into.Â
Itâs the way that now, you canât help but to compare him to your ex husband. The man who you loved for so long, who you genuinely thought youâd spend your life with happily and safely. Now, compared to Haechan, your ex seems likeâŠnothing. Like a little crack in your resolve. He was older than you by just two years, took care of you for so long, impregnated you, and slowly but surely throughout all that time grew to resent you too.
You still donât know why, but perhaps itâs just because you were growing into your own. You were becoming more independent, though he never had the capability to realize just how much you depended on him during the very time he left you.Â
âI just donât want to do this anymore.â Your ex had said to you on that fateful morning.Â
Your belly was big as you tried to waddle up to him when he said that. You canât help but think back now and wonder how pathetic you must have seemed when he yanked his arm from your grip, especially due to the difficulty of your pregnancy already. You were sick through most of it, only having a few good days here or there where that pregnancy glow would make your ex husband second-guess himself.Â
The slam of the door after that was more exhausting than the months of pregnancy youâd gone through. It felt loud, so loud you could hear it vibrate throughout your whole body. You recall falling to the floor and carefully holding your stomach. Itâs like all of the heartbreak pooled there. The loss of your husband three weeks before he got to meet the child he was supposed to love. Her little heart must have been breaking inside of you too.Â
Double the pain.
And then you were mending yourself on your own. Going into labor early from stress, your family helped take care of you more than her. You were needier. You were broken.Â
And never, fucking ever, did you think youâd find yourself sitting comfortable in your lavish home realizing that your ex-husband didnât deserve all of that pain from you. He left you for that girl, and not two months later did she leave him.Â
Never did you think youâd find yourself thinking about Haechan as a replacement either. Well, not a replacement, but like, maybe justâŠheâs the idea of a perfect dad if you pay attention to how your child talks about him. How they act together. How she cries for him before bed when heâs not there, asking you why you donât read to her the way Haechan does. Why don't you sing to her the way he does? Why don't you use the same voices for her dolls? Why you donât cut her food like he does, why you donât do this or that.
Thatâs what makes it click the most you think. The fact that Haechan has given her something you never can. The love of a father. It doesnât even feel like heâs babysitting at this point, heâs parenting, teaching her lessons, bandaging small boo-boos, fixing her hair,âŠcooking dinner, cleaningâŠexisting here like he belongs.
Haechan has done more for your daughter than your ex husband ever could have, more than you could have done for her too, you think.Â
Even now, as you come home night after night and see him, you struggle to see him as anyone that isnât who your daughter needs. Maybe who you need.Â
His summer semester is coming to an end too, and itâs hard to see him as a college student now. He really does coursework and everything that needs to be done at your home all within a single work day? With no complaints at all? Lately, youâve noticed that heâs been more focused on studying when he babysits too, but still your daughter listens to him better than she listens to you.Â
Yet, still, itâs like youâre avoiding each other as you go through the motions, but you notice him more. You feel more discomfort because of it, mostly because you know your resolve about this is breaking. Thereâs a fear inside of you that revolves around him.
What if you missed your chance?Â
What if it does end up being a mistake if he still wants you?
You donât know what to do, but you know you want him.Â
Some nights, Haechan does sleep over due to exhaustion and you donât even ask him to leave because you know heâs not doing it to try anything. The avoidance is loud. Lately, you come home from work and there he is, sitting up with his laptop on his lap but sound asleep, softly snoring. Each time, you remind yourself of how heâs sacrificing his study time to babysit. You know your child can be distracting and needy when she wants something too, but he doesnât complain even a little bit. The least you could have done was bring him a blanket, which you did. And you woke the next morning to find him curled up on the same couch, laptop toppled over onto the floor.
Small, gentle acts of kindness towards each other but never face to face. Youâve woken to fresh coffee countless times, made exactly the way you like it because you know heâs watched you make it yourself. Youâve come home to re-stocked items, like milk and eggs, laundry detergent, and even toothpaste. Itâs nice, and a small indication that he doesnât resent you. Even through face-to-face avoidance on your part.
Tonight seemed different though, compared to all of the other nights when you canât go out. You walked through the door to the smell of dinner and your child still awake, sing-songing at you the moment you walked in.Â
âDad said I can stay up late!âÂ
You quirk a brow, her calling him that now becoming a regular occurrence to the point it goes through one ear and out the other for you. You recall discussing her bed time though, with absolutely no exceptions.
âDid he now?â You hug her before taking off your cardigan, walking with her to the kitchen where you find Haechan, placing down a small plate on the table with cartoon characters on it, right in front of two bigger plates with bigger portions of delicious looking food placed neatly on it.
Your heart swells, but your anxiety grows twice as big alongside it. This.Â
This is what youâve wanted for so long. This is what you never thought you could find. So, why is it that you still have push-back in your mind? Despite knowing that Haechan has proven himself time and time again, you want to argue?!Â
Perhaps itâs because you like the way he tries. Maybe youâre not ready to lose that feeling of being chased in some way, of being begged to let him stay. Maybe itâs because you begged your husband, desperate for him to keep you, but he left anyway. It feels like Haechan gives you power over yourself, over your love-life, over everything, really.Â
And if you were to actually accept his advances, even just a dinner on your table, what if he stops? What if he gets bored once he gets what he wants? After all, heâs still young, you canât truly imagine he wants to do this forever.Â
Not with you, and not with your daughter either.Â
âWhatâs all this? Isnât it a bit late for her to have dinner?â You question him instantly, anxiety bubbling up out of assumption alone.Â
âWe had a small snack a few hours ago.â Haechan reassures you. âI finished my exams and had a burst of energy to celebrate, besides, itâs a Fridayââ He goes to pull out a chair for you. âYou donât need to be up early either. A late dinner every now and then never hurt anybody.â
The way this is the first time the two of you have had a face-to-face conversation sinceâŠthat night. His voice calms you, and thatâs scary.Â
You huff, happy because you could easily melt into this chair and pretend youâre having a family dinner, like you always wanted, like you never rejected a touch from him that you desperately wanted. You could just play along and pretend Haechan is everything you need. Except, it wouldnât even be pretending at this point. The whole idea of him has changed. But, again, that anxiety. You still have that little voice holding you back, no matter what you want, or what you need, you fear itâll be ripped from you again if you were to let yourself be weak for another person.
âIâm really tired, Donghyuck.â You explain, walking past the kitchen and towards your bedroom. âThanks for dinner but Iâm not too hungry and I just want to lay down.â
And with that, he watches you leave. No real appreciation, no congratulations on him finishing his exams, not even a kiss to your childâs forehead. Is he still expected to be the one to put her to sleep?Â
Why is he even here? Why did he do all of this?Â
His patience is running dry.
So, he eats with your child as your plate goes cold and he leaves it there. If you canât even handle a dinner at the table with the person who cooked it, you can deal with your own fucking plate. Throw away your own fucking food, wash your own fucking dish. And if you canât tuck your child into bed, heâll do it, but you can shove that fake ass exhaustion right up your ass for all he cares.Â
He knows youâre not exhausted. Heâs seen you when you are. Youâre just being an asshole to him at this point, trying to appear like youâre perfectly happy with the life you live when your drunken rants prove otherwise. You treat him like everything he does has an ulterior motive. Which, yeah, maybe it does, but he was genuinely excited to have someone celebrate the end of this semester with him. Maybe assuming youâd indulge him went too far. For the first time, he wasnât doing it to impress you.
By the time Haechan gets your daughter to bed, all tucked in with a little tune to fall asleep to, he closes her door and just stands there in the silence on the other side of it.Â
You must really enjoy being a single mother, huh? This is why too. He always questioned it. Youâre so attractive, so well-adjusted. You work hard, your daughter is a sunshine in this world, and youâve not managed to find anyone to love you yet? He thought he was lucky to be the one getting to spend time with you.Â
Turns out, you refuse to let anyone in despite Haechan knowing, fucking seeing straight through you. You want something from someone. You need it, yearn for it, even. But itâs almost laughable at the way you refuse it.Â
Excuses, excuses, excuses.Â
Itâs the fucking audacity you have taking advantage of him. Youâve practically led him on. You lend him everything he wants in life. Thatâs it. You lend it. From flaunting yourself before you go to bars, to exposing all the marks you allow other men to leave on you. Letting him stay in this house, father your child, cook, clean, mend, fix, heal.Â
From being a faux-father to being minimized to a college student that you used to babysit. Heâs offered you relief in so many ways including sexual, and all you fucking do is avoid, deny, fucking reject him. You still go out to bars, later and later youâll come home with new swells against your skin, but always looking so empty and disappointed. Sometimes he thinks you try to make him jealous. Sometimes, he thinks you want him to try again.Â
Sometimes, he thinks you get off on the fact that he keeps trying.
And he has tried. Albeit more gently lately, but he has. Small, lingering touches when he hands you your coat to help you get out the door and to work quicker. Starting your car for you before you leave. Fuck, he even opens the goddamn door for you. Anything to make you feel appreciated, respected, and fucking wanted.
The silence is loud in his ears due to the sheer irritation as he drops his head, staring at his feet and knowing itâll only take a few strides to reach your bedroom. A room he still craves to be in.
Heâs raided those drawers by now, because of course he has. Soiling your panties, your sheets, anything that still smells like you when youâre gone for the day, all so he can act normal upon seeing you when you come home. Heâs laid in your bed by now too, wondering what it would feel like to have your weight beside him. He fantasized about anything and everything he possibly could in there.
And heâs always warmer. Always cums the hardest with weak, muffled moans as he stuffs your pillows into his mouth to keep quiet. All before cleaning every trace of himself there, closing the door, and wishing he was allowed to exist in there with you.Â
Right now will be the first time Haechan enters your room to your knowledge, and it sucks for him because he has essentially trained himself to get hard every time he opens this fucking door. Still, he composes himself, and itâs a bit of a shock if youâre being honest. You thought heâd go home after this, you were kind of hoping he would after you made it so awkward.Â
You felt guilty the second you saw his expression fall to your rejection of eating dinner like a big fucking happy family. You want it so bad, you want him so bad.
When you left the kitchen, you immediately went to your room and hopped in the shower, well aware that he wouldnât follow you. You thought hard while the hot water made attempts to wash away your feelings. Would it have been so bad to just eat with him? With your daughter? With both of them? The way his eyes fell, it burned your heart a little bit.
Still, no answers came to you because you know part of you just wants to see what else he will do for you. Despite the history with him, and despite knowing his entire family would question and scoff at you for itâŠIs it really so wrong? To want to give him a chance just to see if heâll leave you too?Â
Just to see if itâll hurt when he does it too?
Inviting him to your home almost every day of the week isnât wrong, right? Forgetting to pay him all those times before, hoping to see him again and get that confidence boost, that wasnât wrong. Letting your daughter attach herself to him when you swore he wasnât permanent, no longer having the energy to correct her use of âdadâ towards him⊠none of that is wrong.
 Itâs all Haechan. Heâs the one in the wrong for willingly following along, not you. Right?Â
And as youâre sitting on your bed in your towel, zoning out and staring at your floor, Haechan swings your bedroom door open without a single knock, mindfully closes it, and immediately goes off on you.
Somehow, you really expected him to accept your rejection but your heart swells that he didnât. You donât think he ever will, and youâre exhausting yourself hoping heâll prove you wrong.
Heâs shown you enough by now. This is what breaks down that wall inside of you, isnât it?
âWhat am I doing wrong?â He shoots his first question out in a desperate whisper shout, eyes searing into you before continuing without a single breath. âBecause I do everything for her, and i do everything for you, does that really make you so fucking uncomfortable?â
âDââ You try to respond, feeling your skin prickle at the sheer irritation in his expression.
Heâs fighting for you.
âIsnât that what you want?!â
âAfter everything I doââ He throws his hands up now, running his fingers through his hair as if you make him feel like he wants to rip it out. âAfter trying to make your life easy while making mine harder, for what? You to not eat the fucking food I made? For you to go to the bar all the time just to come back disappointed like Iâm not right here waiting for you to come back?âÂ
âWhat ar-â
âDonât ask me any stupid fucking questions, Just answer me.â He drops his hands, stepping up to you, placing both hands on either side of your hips, doing his best not to react to your near-naked body. âWhy?â
You lean back, trying to create more distance to try and give him an answer that you donât even know yourself, but he just keeps closing in. Not letting you escape this time. Youâve never seen him so riled up before, itâsâŠ
WellâŠ
âBecause I came onto you? Because I tried to do what no one else will do for you?â His voice shakes when he says it, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. Is heâŠabout to cry?
Only now, seeing him so close with an entirely sober brain do you realize an answer. Maybe not to his question of why, but to the same question youâve been asking yourself. Itâs because of that look in his eye. Youâve never been able to put a word to it, but now with him demanding you explain yourself so closely, you see it.
Heâs desperate.Â
Arguably as desperate as youâve felt to fill the void. Except, heâs trying to do that for you and you wonât let him out of what? Fucking fear? Hell, at this point the history means close to nothing when it comes to all the new memories heâs made in this home, even without you. The history of babysitting him, the history of your ex husband leaving you. It doesnât matter.
You think hard, so hard that you feel your eyes burn as you stare up at him. Glancing without intention to his jaw when he clenches it, to his neck when he swallows his words, to his lips, his eyes, the hair falling in his faceâŠand you justâ
You reach up, running a soothing hand through his hair to get it out of his face. Then you see those same desperate eyes somehow grow more desperate as he lowers them, leaning into the touch, as if youâve been starving him the same way youâve been starved for years. He falls silent too, cutting himself off mid-question just to feel you touch him for the first time.
âI donât know.â You say, which seems like a better answer than having an excuse. What can you say otherwise? That itâs because it shouldnât  be him? That youâre afraid heâll realize heâs not ready to settle? To be a dad? Heâll ask why, and itâll be the same answer you gave on that drunken night. An answer that you no longer care about.Â
You babysat him when he was a child, but you were still a child too.Â
You were still a child, and time changes things.
Your ex husband left you, and youâre afraid he will too, especially because heâs so much younger? Who cares?
Your answer seems to fly right past his head though, because heâs still leaning to feel your fingers in his hair, and heâs looking at you as if nothing you say will matter unless you make it hold some weight to him.Â
âDonghyuckââ You pause, scratching right at his nape, uncaring of how you can feel your towel loosening on your body. âYou havenât done anything wrong.â
Somehow, his name on your lips is what he needed to hear. The tone of it, the rasp in your voice, your fingers in his hair. Actions speak louder than anything the two of you could say right now, and he canât help it. Nothing can stop him, not even you at this point.Â
He hasnât done anything wrong you say? Itâs because he fucking knows what you need.
You inhale deeply, holding your breath when you feel your back hit your mattress, his warm hands instantly taking advantage of your freshly-showered state and tugging at the towel just slightly to let it fall open. You hear a slight breath from him at that moment, an inhale. There, he climbs onto the bed, nudging himself between your legs and trapping you there under him, both hands holding your arms down.
Like heâs afraid youâll reject him again.
âYouâre going to let me take care of you now.â He demands, though to him it sounds more like a plea solely due to the fact that heâs so fucking turned on itâs unreal. That feeling of when your fingers were in his hair? Seeing your naked body? Unshaved pussy? Being in this fucking room with you? It throws him into overdrive, especially with the way you just lay there blinking up at him in surprise. The anger melting away only amplifies it more.Â
How could you do this to him? Genuinely, how could you have let him fucking suffer for you like this?Â
Still, you blink up as if youâre a deer caught in headlights and it makes his heart thump against his ribcage. Your eyes are so bright, that glint of sadness he had seen so many times isnât there right now. And thereâs so much adrenaline inside of him, like he needs to move fast before you change your mind again. Youâve not let him do this for some fucking reason or another and now youâre just laying here for him.
 There, with your entire body on display, and you appear to be docile. Fucking obedient? Like he always knew you would be if youâd just drop the fucking act?! You were meant for him and him alone, and heâs going to show you why.
In all honesty, youâre tired of denying yourself by now. From the moment you saw him that day cleaning your pool for the first time, youâve wanted him on some level. It wasnât an emotional attachment, but a hope, a fantasy for you. And when you recognized him, you were more impressed with him than embarrassed. You tried not to let your eyes wander out of guilt, out of feeling like a pervert.Â
And then, that day when he came onto you, he was just a man to you. Your faux guilt kept you from letting him, and your hope to be chased kept you from it too. As if youâve never pleasured yourself to the thought of him, shamefully in this very bed. As if youâve never called out his name with a silent breath. If you keep going at this point, youâll lose him before ever knowing what he could really be for you.Â
This is his last ditch effort to beat you at your own game, and youâre ready to lose.
 So, now, you let yourself get lost in him. In his eyes and the way he pleads and makes his demands. He probably doesnât recognize his strength against you right now, or how much itâs turning you on. With the way he has both hands on your wrists, probably bruising them, and thereâs nothing you could do even if you wanted to. His weight holding you down feels better than you imagined.Â
After so long, with so many failed hookups where youâve told them of your daughter and all theyâve done in return is get their orgasm then leaveâŠHaechan. He wants to take care of you?Â
He wants toâŠgive you what you need?
Fuck, you know he can. Thatâs the fucked up part. Heâs proved it so many times to you in so many ways. Youâve watched him, the way he moves and acts around you. Heâs exactly what you need.You pushed him to this point, where his sanity is on the brink of crashing. Taking it away from him again feels wrong, because itâs exactly what you want.
And when he presses his leg between yours, he knows.
âAgain?â He comments, now releasing your wrist from one hand and running it down, able to slip his fingers right into the slick of your bare pussy. âYouâre wet.âÂ
You still just blink up at him with an intake of breath at the pleasure, thoughts running left and right on what to do, finally realizing you donât want to do a damn thing. Heâd do it all if you let him. Clean your house, be a father, fix all of the breaks, make you wet.
And you just feel him, the way his fingers play around with what he does to you. You can practically feel his confidence rise at the way you spread your legs a bit more, as if to give him more access. When you look at him, his expression remains harsh, but slowly he moves himself down, lips brushing over one of your nipples while keeping eye contact.
Still that irritated look, like heâs mad you havenât let him do this before now.
âHow many times are you going to pretend like Iâm not the one who gets you wet?â He asks before rubbing circles around your clit, tongue flicking in the same way around your nipple. âLike I donât have a right to take care of you?â
Your breath is still caught in your throat, trying to be careful about what you say right now despite knowing you canât speak. You focus on what heâs doing instead, losing yourself to something youâve not felt in far, far too long.Â
Heâs right. Heâs gotten you wet more than once by now. More than he knows.Â
And goddamn, he knew your tits could bounce, but the way they move without the support of a bra, the plush, soft feeling of your nipple growing erect in his mouth, all for him to bite and pull at. He does it too, listening to the little seething sound of pain from you when he pulls all the way back with your nipple between his teeth. Only to let it fall from his mouth and break eye contact with you to see the jiggle as it falls.
His cock twitches, at everything that you are right now, feeling more pleasure through seeing you like this alone compared to fucking his own fist on your bedroom floor. He notes how your legs squeeze him more at the nipple stimulation than his fingers too, memorizing the way your labia falls open between them. He smirks, flicking his tongue more, quicker.Â
There. There it is.
A low rumble in your chest falls from your lips. Soft, a moan. A very small, delicate sound.
âYou like this?â Haechan asks, looking up at you, letting his tongue fall from his mouth again and flicking the erect nub. âWhen I play with your tits?â
You nod, throwing an arm over your face in embarrassment that this is actually happening. Youâre letting him. Already you feel yourself heat up more, even when he takes his fingers away from your clit and instead, uses them to flick your other nipple.Â
And he does this for a few minutes. Paying special attention to your tits, going back and forth with his fingers and tongue to each bud, trying so hard to not stop just to shove his cock between them and use them the way heâs always wanted. He focuses on drawing out more and more little sounds from you instead, slurping his own saliva from your painfully erect nipples, pulling back, blowing cold air, then warming it up again with his lips. All while simultaneously groping, flicking, and pinching with his other hand.Â
âJesus, Haechanââ You moan quietly, chest rising and falling as he squeezes and licks against you.Â
Thatâs right, say his name. Let him fucking know heâs doing what you like. Haechan thinks, feeling his cock weep in his pants as he does it. Wondering just how sensitive you are to be reacting like this to simple nipple stimulation. God, heâs wanted to suck on these for so long, and now youâre letting him. Theyâre so big, so plush. He wants to fucking cover them with his mouth, he wants to bury his face in them, kiss them all over them.Â
And if they were to get bigger? He moans at the thought, remembering that conversation you had with your mom. You want another. He bets theyâd swell upâOh, fuck yeah. Theyâd probably hurt to rub against your shirt. God, fuck, he canât control his thoughts right now.
 Finally.Â
Fucking finally, he has you and heâs not going to let you run away again.
He doesnât fucking care if itâs forward. He wants what he wants, you want what you want. That want just so happens to line up. Besides, heâs already proved himself to you, he knows it. If youâre letting him do this, maybe youâd let him stay like this.Â
âDid they get bigger?â He moans briefly as he swaps to your other nipple again. âSo full, so heavy, were they leaking all over you?â
You listen to him, trying not to feel the pit in your stomach bubble with even more arousal at his blatant and dirty words, feeling your clit throb at the stimulation your tits are getting right now.Â
âMakes my dick fucking throb just thinking about it. FuckââÂ
âLet me give you another,â He mumbles now, almost mindlessly before looking up at you with an intense gaze as he bites down, indicating that heâs not mindless about it at all.Â
âSwell you up, make you glowââ
Oh.Â
Why is thatâ why are you dripping?
He hears that moan you let out. Different from the others, almost desperate.
âMm, yeah.â He encourages it, now allowing his hand to travel back down to witness how much wetter youâve gotten at those words. So messy, so perfect. âKnew youâd want it raw.â
You canât help the nod, as it comes before you even process his words solely because you feel his fingers slip inside of you. You havenât been this wet in so, so long. You want to feel it. To be full again, of anything. Of him.
âYe-â You start, interrupting yourself with a bite of your lip and your eyes rolling back.Â
âThatâs right mama,â He coos, tilting his fingers up and amplifying the pressure inside of you. âGonna let me take good care of this pussy, yeah?â He adds, lifting from your tits and ghosting his lips over yours.Â
He watches you closely, that daze in your eye. God, you look so horny right now. Thereâs nothing more he wants than to see this time and time again. To let you wake up every morning with his warm cum inside of you, to see your belly swell with his child, to see your tits grow until they hurt.Â
Heâd take care of you. Heâd take good fucking care of you.Â
âSay something.â Haechan whispers against your lips, darting his tongue out against your lips, angling his fingers up and making you moan. âSay you want me to give it to you raw.â
You open your mouth, feeling his tongue lick and swallow up that moan you just gave him before you try to compose yourself. You canât help it, youïżœïżœïżœre so, so sensitive right now and you canât help but find it incredibly sexy to be here, laid bare, while heâs still fully clothed.
Like he really is doing this for you. Heâs not trying to get his own orgasm and leave. Youâre weak and those words of âlet me give you anotherâ shines in your head. Weak, youâre weak. You should be thinking about condoms, you should be thinking about the consequences of this.Â
But youâre not.Â
You do like it raw.
âHaechanââ You stutter as you try to grasp the reality of his words, feeling his fingers repeatedly hit right where you need it. âIâmâŠnot protected.â
He moans. Loudly, before huffing out an irritated groan.
âYou must really want it then.â He narrows his eyes at you. âGoing out all the time trying to get fuckedââÂ
He plunges his fingers in again, deep, and holds them there as he pulls back to look at you. To really look at you, then he glares.
âYouâd really let just some fucking dude give you a baby?âÂ
You repeatedly shake your head.Â
âNo!â You retort, thrusting your hips up. âI justââ
âMhm,â He pulls his fingers out now, sliding himself down so fast that you can barely comprehend him sucking your clit into his mouth before pulling back in a moan at the taste of you. âIf mama wants another, daddy will give her one.â He says now, as if to pacify you.
As if to give you everything.Â
And youâd argue, really, you would. You want another child so bad, but this isâ itâs too soon. You havenât even established a relationship with him yet. Boundaries havenât been discussed. His college planâ but fuck itâs not entirely your fault that youâre like, super turned on by the idea of it. To the thought of being so filled with cum that thereâs no possible way you couldnât end up pregnant. An indication that, no matter what, no man at a club could fulfill the arousal for you even if they cared to do it.Â
Youâd never have let them actually fuck you raw.Â
Haechan thoughâŠhow can you keep telling him no?
How could you reject him again when you want it so badly?Â
Fuck now, think later.
âYeahââ You say against your better judgement, hands reaching down to his hair so you can grind up against his mouth, lost to the arousal as you mimic what he referred to himself as. âDaddy?â
You feel his mouth fall slack at that, as if youâre accepting him in full now. You feel your clit hit nothing in his open mouth, but it throbs harder.Â
 He knew you were slightly into him for letting him do this at all, but now, youâre truly accepting it. Like you know heâll fucking do it, like you want him to fucking do it.
âThatâs right,â He moans against your clit as he licks at it, barely able to comprehend your voice calling him that but clinging to it all the same. âGonna let daddy do it all for you.â Â
Yeah. You are. Youâre gonna let him do it. All of it.Â
And then, the room is enveloped in quiet moans, more from Haechan than from you due to your breath being stuck in your throat. His tongue, licking every part of your sensitive cunt, his hands reaching back up to your tits, fondling, pinching, painfully tugging at them as he moans louder, louder, louder for you to want him.
He presses his hips up and against your mattress as he tastes you, so deeply it hurts his cock to neglect it like this. Each rub feels raw, twitching and pulsing to be let out, to be inside of you, on you, against you. Filling you up with his cum, plugging it in as a promise that you canât leave him even if you wanted to.Â
Heâs going to fucking do exactly what he said he would.Â
And only when you feel his tongue lap against your hole do you finally release your breath, âDaddyâ coming out in a choked back sob. It breaks him, his body going into overdrive as he pulls back and justâ stares at you with wild eyes.Â
You stare back up at him, knowing that calling him that means something more than a cringe little roleplay kink. It means something deeper to him. He wants to be a dad, a real one.
âOh yeah?â He finally says, hands going straight to his button and zipper.Â
You canât help it, biting your lower lip as you blink up, watching his shoulders move, the veins on his arms protruding as he rushes to pull it out andâ oh. You moan at it, the way his heavy, slicked up, cock falls out, dark, needy.Â
âDaddyââ You urge him on, knowing that itâs driving him absolutely insane.Â
âMhm?â He shuffles himself off the bed, letting his pants drop as he lifts his shirt off of him and fucking glares at your tits. âYou want daddyâs cock?â Â He adds now, shooting his eyes up to you as both of his hands land on your legs.
Your mind goes blank when you feel him slide his hands around to the back of your thighs, pushing your legs forward, curling you in on yourself, forcing your pussy to be out and on display for him.Â
And you watch him, the way he stares down at it. Itâs embarrassing to be so seen right now, not having expected to get fucked open by anyone tonight, let alone him. You probably should have shaved or something, or like, not gotten out of the habit in the first place. But he moans at it, mouth falling open at the fact that you are entirely a fucking woman.Â
A fucking mother.
The prettiest pussy heâs ever fucking seen let alone tasted.
And he moans, breaking the silence, forgetting only for a moment how long heâs been wanting this. It boosts your confidence more than youâve ever felt. His reaction to this is more than your ex husbandâs reaction to you when you were pristine and borderline pornstar quality.Â
Haechan doesnât see you as used and neglected, he just sees you. And this. This is the pussy he wants. This is what he wants to put his baby in.Â
When he flicks his eyes back to you, with that same open mouthed expression, it knocks the breath out of you. Thereâs so much love in his eyes, or maybe lust, you donât care. You think youâre matching that expression for him too, because itâs like he canât hold back anymore. He canât just sit and look at you anymore.Â
He just canât.
And you feel it, his thick head pushing past the tightened, pulsing hole and not stopping. He pushes in slowly, painfully slow, to the point youâre both looking at each other with a slack jaw. Finally. The pain of it, the pleasure, the fucking need youâve been trying to fulfill.Â
That look on your face drives him wild too, he knows he has you by now. You like it, you love the way he slides in and makes damn sure you feel it. Every second of the slide pries you open, and he wants to remember this moment forever. He wants you to fucking remember too.Â
Wants you to know that no one will ever fit inside of you so perfectly, so deeply.
When he finally bottoms out, he leans forward to keep himself buried deep as he ghosts his lips over yours. He feels the way you try to kiss him, but he pulls back with a confident smirk.Â
âWhen was the last time youâve felt a cock so deep in you?â He whispers hotly, knowing you need not answer. Knowing you wonât answer, not with the way youâre instantly lifting your head and kissing him.Â
Your pussy pulses around him when you lick into his mouth, the first real kiss sending his heart soaring. He twitches inside of you with each squeeze, and kisses you harder, deeper. And somehow, it brings tears to your eyes.Â
The way he kisses, the way he makes you feel him. Fuck, the way he makes you feel whole, so wanted, like youâre amazing to him. In more ways than just a body to fuck, but heâs stuck around despite all of your avoidance and rejections. You hope youâre making it worth it.Â
Fuck, you need to feel worth it to him.
âYouâd better not fucking pull out.â You groan through a breath, his lips still kissing you through your words as he finally pulls his hips back, fucking in once.Â
Hard.
Honestly, could you have said anything else at this moment? Heâs trying to make this last, he needs it to last. If you keep fucking talking, saying everything heâs ever wanted to hearâÂ
âFuck,â  He moans, his hands moving up to your cheeks as he licks into your mouth. âYou canâtââ He continues, fucking in again, moving your body up with each thrust do to the sheer force of him trying to plunge in as deep as he can. âYou canât fucking say that to me right now.â
Youâre seeing stars though, unable to say anything else as your eyes roll back at the way the head of his cock practically kisses your cervix with each push into you. Heâs so rough, so desperate for it.Â
You donât think he expected you to respond either, with the way he keeps his lips on yours, his body pressed so closely that having your legs to your chest means nothing to him now. Mating press be damned, heâs lost his mind to the feeling, not the aesthetic of being a fucking dad.Â
Your legs wrap around him instead, and heâs all too happy to feel it. Your legs hug him the same way your arms do, the same way your pussy does, and heâs fucking in love with you.Â
He braces one hand back against your leg, holding it against his hips as he continues to fuck forward, still at the same pace. Deep and with purpose. Every few seconds the bursts of pleasure run through him, making him shiver and moan into your mouth. Little grunts, near whimpers for you to let him give you the world.Â
More than this. More than fucking, more than taking care of you, more than anything he could ever possibly give you. Heâll find a way.Â
And then, youâre clenching hard, matching his near-whimpers except moaning in full pants, babbling and drooling cries against his mouth.Â
âMamaââ Haechan soothes, continuing his pace as he tilts his head back to get a good look at that lost gaze in your eyes. âYouâre crying?â
You nod with a laugh, tears rolling down the same way the wet of your cunt slips down your ass. Youâve never felt so good, so fucking full. And for some reason, that does him in. Making it last be damned, he genuinely thinks heâs won you over. He can make it last next time, he can do more next time, he canâ
He leans back all the way now, onto his knees as your legs try to hug him back to you, and his eyes go straight back to those tits. The way he made a promise. The way they bounce, slick with his sweat from pressing against you.Â
âFuck, youâre so pretty.â He grunts in a breath, now quickening his pace and snapping his hips. Pulling out all the way briefly to plunge into your again. âCanât get any deeperââ He continues, flicking his eyes from your face, to your tits, to that beautiful pussy of yours swallowing him up.Â
Now his eyes roll back, hands going back to your thighs to push you back into position. No way in hell can he last, not at a pace like this, inside of a woman like you.Â
âDonât pull out.â You repeat again in a breath, seeing his face and the way he focuses solely on you. You know heâs going to cum, and you want him to. You want to feel it, every single fucking drop of it.Â
âYeah?â He nods his head with laser-focus on your pussy now, staring down as he points tight, short thrusts inside of you. âMomma wants my cum? Hm?â
Oh, heâs fucking gone.
âShe likes it?â He continues to talk himself up. âLikes being so fucking full of it? Yeah?âÂ
Goddamn, fuck, heâs insane.Â
âYes, daddyââ You whisper-shout, fingers shooting to your clit, other hand raising to your mouth to silence the moans as to not be too loud.Â
âFuck, yeah you do.â He lets out a near growl, his voice low and rumbled as he slaps your hand away, pressing hard on your clit with his thumb as he buries himself in you once more and stiffening his abs. âThatâs right.â
And instantly upon feeling him pulse, that first spurt of cum painting your insides, you lose yourself with him. Your fingers drop from your mouth and you release a pornographic moan for him, rutting yourself against him, as if to fuck it deeper into you.Â
It only prolongs the orgasm though, for both of you.Â
Haechan is silent, trying to keep his eyes open through the pleasure as you pulse and squirt around him, his thumb pressing so hard into your clit, his cock cumming so deep, filling you up so wellâ He wants to see it. Wants to watch you fall apart for him. Wants to witness the way you let him do this.Â
And he holds himself there, so hard and so full of pleasure for you. Keeping himself practically impaled against your cervix until your body falls slack. Still, he fucks it into you, holding you in place with a softer moan now. No longer guttural or deep from his chest. His breathing is rough, a soft, near feminine moan leaves his lips as he falls forward onto you.Â
You wince along with him at the sensitivity, panting, a sweating tangle of a mess the two of you have become. And itâs the fact that itâs the first time youâve ever gotten off at the same time as someone else. You feelâŠsoft.Â
Your hands find their way to his hair as his face squished against your tits while he regains breath, not daring to move his hips because your pussy is too warm to leave right now. You brush the sweat-slicked hair out of his eyes, running your fingers all the way back to his nap, and then slowly down his back to rub and scratch.
He shivers at the feeling, humming the same feminine-tone he had released previously. And all he can do is hear your heart thumping against your chest, even through these soft tits of a pillow heâs lying against.
Haechan never wants to move again, not from this spot, ever.Â
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âYou know Iâm in love with you, right?â Haechan mentions briefly after a long moment of silence, looking up at you with his wet hair.Â
Deep in the night, your food still cold and on the table, youâve found yourself freshly showered and on your living room couch with Haechanâs head on your lap. He made sure to have stayed long enough inside of you to implantâŠsomething if it was going to happen. So he didnât argue a shower, and you didnât argue letting him join you either.Â
He had washed you, gently running his hands between your legs with what you can only describe as the softest, most alluring face a man has ever given you. Like he won the lottery, or found the answer to eternal life or something. You repaid him by letting him admire your tits again while you jerked him off, but thatâs besides the point.Â
âLike, Iâm not going to leave. I hope you know that.â He adds with a soft groan to your hands still in his hair. His new favorite thing.Â
You look down at him, hand moving to his cheek as the words hit you in the chest.
Thereâs anxiety along with happiness, at all of the boundaries and serious conversations that will need to be had now, but still, you feel like youâre glowing when he looks at you.
He didnât even have to say it, and arguably you probably donât need to say it back either. You think he sees it in you. Even if he didnât, you think heâd take anything you give to him and cling to it. After all, it only took one time for you to break entirely for him.Â
âAre you now?â You smile with a chuckle, looking back to the tv and pretending to watch it. âWell, thatâs good. Otherwise Iâd be making you go get a plan B or something.âÂ
His eyes narrow at you.
âLike hell Iâd let you, even if I didnât love you.â He groans. âBut I do, so donât ever say that shit again.â
You chuckle, feeling the calm in your home that once felt so chaotic. Itâs quiet now, both inside and outside of your head.Â
âCongratulations, by the way.â
He looks at you with question, quirking a brow.
âFor finishing your finals, I mean.â You smile, going back to petting through his hair and feeling like youâre on top of the world, despite what you assume to become half of your world lying his head on top of you.Â
âOh, right.â He smiles, now turning his head to watch the tv. âI probably failed them.â
You donât believe that, but even if he did, you think you could be what he needs too. He wouldnât have to work if he didnât want to.
If heâs really in love with you, all heâd have to do isâŠnot leave.Â
âAre you sure you want to be having these conversations with me? You can just call it a hook-up.â You finally say, hoping he means it, knowing it breaks your heart a bit to give him an out. âI donât want you to feel like Iâm going to trap you here just because Iâm a little smitten too.âÂ
Haechan glares, blinking up at you.
âI literally just tried to put a baby in you.âÂ
Thatâs fair.Â
âAnd youâre not going to run off? Get cold feet?âÂ
âCan you stop doubting me and just let me do what I want for once?â He argues playfully. âDo you even know how much that barbie fucking dream house costed me? I couldnât run even if, for some stupid ass reason, wanted to. I love her too.â
Silence for a moment.
âMaybe even more than I love you.âÂ
You really, really, want to believe him.
So, you do.Â
#nct smut#nct dream smut#lee haechan smut#haechan smut#donghyuck smut#lee donghyuck smut#nct x reader
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The final TF2 comic has got to be the epitome of making lemonade out of lemons. It's pretty much just saying "Yeah, things got messed up somewhere along the way and we didn't get to do everything we wanted to do with this, but y'know what? We still had a good time.". It's blatantly not everything that the writers and devs were building to or that fans were expecting, very clearly a truncated/modified version of their plans. But it does the absolute best that it can with what it has to tie off every loose-end and say every goodbye. And in the process it reframes the entire lore of TF2 as not just a comedy but also a reminder that the change of life is good and it's better to embrace that than to waste yourself by clinging to the bad things that happened in the past just because they're familiar. It's closure, for Valve and for their community, and a reminder that's plenty more life to live in the future, and that's what really matters. As perfect of an ending as could be achieved after so long and with so little space.
Can't wait to see what comes next from Valve, whether it's just their new game Deadlock, an ending for Half Life/Portal next, or something entirely else. If it's even half as good as this, it'll still show why Valve tends to blow so many other video game companies out of the water.
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I'm so in love with your writing, I'd love to see the "one bed trope" from you! Maybe a little suggestive, as far as you're comfortable, of course.
DESCRIPTION: There was only one bed
WARNINGS:Â nothing too suggestive, more on the fluff side
CHARACTERS: Mihawk, Shanks
WORDS: 2,065
A/N: Thank you so much for this request. I didn't know which characters you wanted so used the most popular form the recent poll. I had intended to do Ace as well but only had the energy to get something done for Shanks and Mihawk. I love this trope so much that i'll probably do more parts in the future. I hope you're happy with what I came up with and I'm sorry I didn't make it suggestive.
*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*
DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST
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MIHAWK
You were going to kill Crocodile. Not only did he order you to the tiniest island youâd seen in a long while, were the only thing in abundance seemed to be gloomy expressions but he also insisted you go to âkeep an eye on' Mihawk. Since you considered Crocodile your main superior-a perspective you hadn't dropped since your Baroque Works days- you couldn't exactly refuse the assignment but it just made zero sense for you to be here. For starters Mihawk worked alone and efficiently enough that he didnât require anyone to look out for him. Plus âobservationâ wasnât your usual role in Cross Guild. Normally Crocodile handed you a bounty list, told you to pick one and go get them.Â
This was just one big headache and to make matters worse after scouring the entire island a call came through from Crocodile saying the bounty had already been completed and just handed in. Now you really were going to kill your boss, but from the look on Mihawkâs face it seemed you would have to get in line. From the receiver, Crocodileâs laugh caught both of your attentions. âLook these things happen so stop pouting. Just make your way back to Cross Guild.â
Mihawk didnât offer a response and ended the call, walking out of the alley youâd both stopped at to take the call. Silently you fell into step beside the former Warlord, walking the streets of the island for what felt like the hundredth time already. You let out a sigh of relief to see the inn come into view, now the only thing on your mind was trying to get a good nightâs sleep and calm your annoyance at the whole situation. You couldnât even muster a polite smile to the receptionist at the desk. âTwo please.â
âOh.â The receptionist glanced between you and Mihawk, her expression trained with years of experience to appear calm but you both saw the flicker of nervousness in her eyes for the smallest moment. âIâm sorry but weâre booked almost to capacity.â
âYouâre joking.â You muttered. Why was everything going against you today? âYou have nothing left?â
âW-well weâre a small island. Rooms go fast but we do have one room available.â You and Mihawk exchanged a look, both composed. Then the receptionist had to uselessly add. âOnly one bedâŠâ With a sigh you held out your hand for the key, knowing there wasn't much choice. Muttering thanks you glanced at the number of the keyring and headed for your room for the night. Stepping inside you found it lived up to your very low expectations but at least it was clean. Silently you eyed the bed you would have to share and looked to your stoic roommate. âSo which side of the bed do you want?âÂ
As expected Mihawk was mature and respectable about the whole thing. Calm as ever he chose his side-the one closest to the door- and settled in for the night. Mihawkâs ability to fall over to sleep at ease was enviable because in the dark you could hear his deep, even breaths as he slept facing away from you. As tired as you were and as comfortable as you normally did feel in Mihawkâs presence you just couldnât fall asleep. While the bed you lay in wasn't the worst youâd ever had to sleep in, it wasnât the comfiest and living at Cross Guild had practically spoiled you. Youâd gotten so used to stretching out, something you couldnât exactly do at this moment.Â
Deciding to just make do with your half of the bed and not disturb Mihawk, you rolled onto your side with the intention of getting comfortable. The only problem was youâd vastly overestimated the room you had to move and could only gasp as you felt the bed disappear from under you. In a split second as you braced to hit the ground, you were instead caught by a pair of hands. With ease you were pulled back onto the bed and you tensed to feel your back make contact with the warmth of Mhawkâs chest. âSorry for waking you.â
âItâs fine, just sleep.â He told you while pulling one arm back to tuck his hand under his pillow. You tried not to react to how sleep brought Mihawkâs voice to a lower register that made it so much more attractive to you. You only nodded at his instruction and shifted slightly, already so much more comfortable than you had been all night. The only thing now was you noticed Mihawk still had one arm loosely draped over your body, not quite holding you but still enveloping you in his touch. âThis is only to keep you from falling out of the bed again.â
âI didnât say anythingâŠâ You mused, lips curving into a teasing smile that Mihawk could practically hear in the dark. âIf you wanted to cuddle all you had to do was ask.â
âDonât make me kick you out of this bed.â Mihawk warned in your ear, despite the threat you smirked to feel his arm over you tighten just a little.Â
âRelax, your secret is safe with me.â Ordinarily you would have teased him a little more but between the tiredness finally winning over you and the warmth of his body against yours being so comforting. For a moment Mihawk wondered if you were genuinely comfortable against him, ready to release you at the first sign of unease. Yet you surprised him when you yawned and lazily placed your hand over his arm and smile in satisfaction as your eyes slid closed, your breathing evening out as you fell asleep.
Mihawk had been taking his time to slowly get to know you and let you in little by little, but now watching you roll onto your other side and curl up against his chest he began to reconsider his actions. Perhaps a few more missions away from Cross Guildâs base wouldnât be such a bad thing after all.
SHANKS
This type of situation should not be happening in this day and age. Not with your crew and Captain having the reputation and fame they had. Drawing names to see who was sharing rooms of all things reminded you of when the crew was only just forming and the coin to pay for individual rooms was a luxury. Some of the others on the crew shared your slight annoyance but you all knew that there wasnât much you could do about it. The ship needed repairs after getting damaged in a ferocious storm with the sleeping quarters affected and unusable for now. You were all pirates after all and you supposed you needed to be reminded of that.Â
Still though you were secretly hoping you were one of the lucky ones who got their own room. You mentally cursed when Ben pulled out a slip of paper and read your name out. Resigned to your fate you grabbed your drink and took a plentiful mouthful as the vice-captain grabbed another piece of paper to announce your roommate for the night. As you wiped the stray remnant of the liquid from your lip you spotted the man pause and fight a laugh, disguising his amusement by rubbing the lower half of his face. âCaptain Shanks.âÂ
Your back went rigid and you ignored the burning stares of the rest of the crew as you instead turned your attention to the man in question. Even he seemed momentarily thrown by the announcement but he recovered swiftly as expected of the laidback man. His dark eyes met your gaze and he offered you a cheeky smile and a wink.
That night when all the drinking had been done you and Shanks stepped into your shared room. Without needed to consult on anything you both instinctively went to your preferred side of the bed to sleep on. You sat down and worked on kicking off your shoes and shrugging out of your coat to at least be a little comfier. You looked over your shoulder when Shanks lightly cleared his throat as he pulled back the cover to settle down on the mattress. âProblem Cap?â
âNot really.â Shanks mused with a sly smile. âI usually sleep naked is all.â
âPoor baby, Iâm sure you can be brave and at least keep your trousers on for one night.â You teased, used to your Captainâs antics and knowing he was only making jokes to ease the slight tension at having to share like this. With a tired groan you settled down on your side of the bed as Shanks flicked off the light, bringing the room fully into darkness. âIf not the barmaid should still be about to help you.â
âAnd downgrade my sleeping partner? Iâd rather lose another limb.â Shanks told you dramatically, offended youâd suggest such a thing. You let out a huff of amusement and rolled your eyes as you stared tiredly at the ceiling, letting yourself grow more comfortable against the mattress. âI lost count how many of the crew wanted me to swap with themâŠâ
âUh-huh.â You mused with a lazy smile before breaking out into a long yawn, sleep coming over you quickly now. âWell arenât you lucky? Now go to sleep, âkay?â
âCan I at least get a good night kiss?â Shanks teased lightly, playfully tapping your nose and grinning in the darkened room to see your tired face scrunch up slightly. Heâd said it as a joke, something for you to barely register in your mind as you drifted off to sleep. What he hadnât expected though was you to roll onto your side and push yourself up with a low hum of sleepiness, not even bothering to open your eyes fully.Â
He watched silently, completely overcome with curiosity as your hand reached out to skim your fingers against his face, searching for him in the dark. Your hand settled against his cheek and slowly you drew closer. With half-lidded eyes Shanks couldnât take his gaze off of your slightly parted lips.Â
âShanksâŠâ your voice was barely a breathy whisper but it was clear as a bell to Shanks, his attention raptly on you and only you. Quickly you pulled back just enough and opened your eyes to smirk slightly to see Shanks had leant in slightly to chase your lips he had been quietly eager to taste.
âYouâre killing me here, love.â Shanks protested with a small pout, his hand dropping to the small of your back, fingers flexing slightly a gesture, to request you close the distance. He wasnât forcing you, you had all the power here. You tilted your head and smiled at the sudden pet-name. You couldnât deny the temptation to give in to your own idle curiosities about your handsome Captain. Given how you were sharing a bed and he'd requested a kiss you would have been foolish to throw away the opportunity you had. Still you had to at least get a little bit more fun out of it by keeping Shanks in momentary suspense.Â
Finally you relented and kissed Shanks, your lips moving languidly against his; it being no surprise to you the he was already returning the action with no hesitancy. There was no fight for dominance in the kiss you shared but you could feel the power and command of Shanksâ presence over you but he left the pace, duration, and intensity entirely up to you. As much as you wanted to take it further, to push your curiosity and attraction towards the man against you for your own satisfaction you had to pull away reluctantly, knowing you wouldnât have been able to enjoy what would follow fully with how tired you were. âSatisfied with your good night kiss, Captain?â
âYou have no idea.â Shanks grinned pressing a quick kiss against your head as you settled down on the bed again. âI can now sleep peacefully and dream the sweetest dreams.â
âGood.â You grinned sleepily, opening your eyes just enough to fix him a playful smile. âI expect a good morning kiss in return by the way.â
âYouâve got yourself a deal, love.â Shanks grinned at you, already counting down the hours until he got to feel his lips against yours again but for now he would enjoy the time he had to sleep beside you.
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For a character in my (very new) comic, who is as of yet unnamed:
1. No, they travel light. However they do sleep with a knife (sheathed, of course), claiming itâs for safety, but it has become a sort of comfort object.
2. All but the hardiest plants die of neglect in their care. They donât have any pets, but they do love animals and can look after dogs and cats for short periods of time (weeks).
3. They are ace. N/A
4. Stunning, which is why they donât wear it.
5. Fuck no. They would not appreciate people yelling âspeech!â at them.
6. They will usually take or at least consider advice from their friend Pitch (neither of them will admit that theyâre friends but they are). They will never usually take advice from pretty well anyone else.
7. Distrustful, reserved, (secretly) caring. Theyâd likely decline to answer, firstly because they donât want you to know, but they also donât know what to say to that.
8. Intrigue.
9. Not really, but they appreciate metaphors.
10. If it was that point in their life, theyâd want to be sixteen. If it was just age and theyâre in the same situation they are now, then theyâre fine with their current age.
11. Theyâd put it in multiple accounts across multiple banks and investment folios, keeping a fair amount accessible in untraceable currency (cash is no longer commonly used or regulated in this society) However, they might splurge a little on better places to stay, as they currently sleep anywhere they deem âsafeâ enough.
12. No. They find romance to be a waste of time and they are overall confused by the concept.
13. They learned from their parents that it is best never to show emotion or weakness. Also how to tie a good knot.
14. No. They think people should shut up and stop apologising for what they enjoy. They also make fun of people for liking certain things.
15. Smalltalk, interpersonal dramas in real life, politeness, romance.
16. Pretty much what they already wear. Tough, manoeuvrable, comfortable, functional clothing.
17. Sometimes. Kind of. Itâs easier to say no and let there be exceptions.
18. If you asked them that they would say âewâ aloud. None.
19. If they care and think itâs necessary, they study/practice/repeatedly run through situations in their head. Thatâs rare but.
20. I donât know yet
21. Theyâre ace, no itâs N/A. But if they did date, theyâd last straw would honestly most likely be within ten minutes of meeting.
22. They have threatened someone once because they kept calling them âkid.â So no, they donât like pet names.
23. Novelty
24. Brutal honesty
25. Possibility
26. They appreciate both. As long as someoneâs good with their craft.
27. I donât know. Itâs complicated.
28. N/A.
29. They have a recurring nightmare about a certain event that happened.
30. This question confuses them- âpeople only have restraint because they might be judged?â
oc asks that reveal more than you think
Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, whoâs the favorite?
Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?
Ask them to describe their love interest.
Do they look good in red?
Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?
Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who wonât they take advice from, no matter what it is?
Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.
Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?
Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, booksâŠ)?
What age do they most want to be right now?
Theyâve won the lottery. Spend, or save?
Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book theyâre in)?
Name one thing their parents taught them.
Would they agree with the term âguilty pleasureâ? Do they have any?
What would they consider a waste of timeâ other than school or work?
If money wasnât a limit, what would they wear?
Do they like children?
Kissing: tongue or no tongue?
Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?
What do they like that nobody else does?
What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?
Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? Whatâs their go-to?
Stability or novelty?
Honesty or charity?
Safety or possibility?
Talent or effort?
Forgiveness or vengeance (orâŠ)?
Would they date a fixer-upper?
What recurring dreams do they have?
What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?
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đ§đŒââïžAstro Notesđ§ž
Sagittarius love holidays and are very enthusiastic about them. They like things related to fun, etc. They can also be very traditional when they believe in something. More or less their traditions come from their beliefs, but they are very open to new things.
When Leo Sun people do something they will always be like "look what I did", they want you to notice their work and effort. They are always very proud of what they do and present their work with pride. The proudest people will always be them.
Sagittarius mars - living for the moments- They will make the most of every moment and can quickly forget about their worries and just surrender to the moment. Mars in leo living for the fun, romance, pleasure, playfulness. Mars in aries living for danger, excitement. They can quickly forget the needs of others and focus on their own needs.
It is very important what aspects you have with the planet. For ex.: mars in sagittarius with trine saturn makes you very serious when it comes to intimacy, sex, and the affection of another person. Usually, for you, intimacy represents responsibility and seriousness. Even tho I do think that mars in sagittarius people are not unstable or too free. They can be very fiery and devoted to another person. Very quick to respond and driven when they really want someone. If the person match their energy , they will be very into this person. Because they're looking for someone they can connect with. They usually want the same level of energy.
Mars in Taurus is secretly possessive. Many times they appear more stable than they actually are. When it comes to their needs they are very stubborn and will also stubbornly pursue something if they really want it. Once someone fulfills their needs they become very attached to that person and find it difficult to let go of the fact that that person is no longer there. They like stable sexual partners. They have a hard time getting used to a different energy and another person's body when they are used to one (they don't like to change).
I am not a fan of venus in cancer but i think someone who has venus in cancer & mars in taurus can be very nurturing and caring person. They can give you a lot of love and are very attentive. They give love unconditionally.
Cancer moon -They are very caring and emotional. They give a lot, especially when people mean a lot to them. They will always care about the person and their needs. Their love runs very deep. A very sacrificial moon. A very intuitive moon, if a cancer moon tells you something - you should always listen, because they are always right.
People with a placements of Pisces and libra are often hopeless romantics. Many times they fall in love with the wrong people and too quickly. They often idealize people and the love they have for them. They believe in love at first sight and it often happens to them. But the love they need is the opposite of that. The love they should have found is the love they didn't look for, but it came in a completely different form than they imagined. True love will be when they build love with a person, which will come over time and through a difficult period. A love in which they will be realistic.
Capricorn in your chart shows where you are realistic, strong and go through the most challenges.
Your moon is your safe place and also the emotions you crave the most. When someone embody your moon sign for you, this is like a person emitting energy that you need. Thats why you can be much more attached to such people. You can get emotionally attached to someone who gives off your moon energy more quickly than someone who gives off your Venus energy for example.
Fire & earth mars are more connected to their physical body. There are also more into a physical touch. So when it comes to passion and intimacy and this type of stuff. They want a real touch. Both of them are also very active oriented signs. Fire mars in generals are very into actions and doing things. And also the earth mars but they are a little bit more slow when it comes to actions, because they are more focused into long term things.
When it comes to intimacy fire & earth are best together cuz both of them are focused on body. Air & water are more mental.
The sign of Gemini rules the shoulders, arms, hands, and lungs. Natives of this sign are noted for their graceful arms and beautifully shaped hands.
Aries rules the head and face. You can often spot an Aries person by his or her fine facial bone structure and a shining, healthy head of hair.
The sign of Taurus rules the throat and neck, which includes the vocal cords, palate, and tonsils. Generally, Taureans have long, expressive necks, and women of this sign have lovely skin around the throat and collarbone area.
Cancer women often have beautiful bosoms, with soft creamy skin and a curving decolletage. Men of this sign have well-shaped chests and flat stomachs.
The sign of Leo rules the spine, the back, and the heart. The heart is associated with warm emotions, the back with courage.
The sign of Virgo rules the nervous system and the intestines. The intestines assimilate food into the body. By the same token, Virgoans assimilate knowledge and turn it into practical use. They have delicate and finely tuned nervous systems, which makes them intuitive and discriminating.
The sign of Libra rules the kidneys, lumbar region (which includes the lower spine and back), and the buttocks. Libra women tend to have graceful lower spines and curvaceous buttocks, and Libra men have well-shaped, muscular backs
The sign of Scorpio rules the sexual organs. Symbolically, this part of the anatomy represents lifegiving force, and Scorpio people are renowned for their fund of energy and imagination. They have a reputation for being highly sexed, passionate, and possessive, the kind who do nothing halfway.
The sign of Sagittarius rules the hips, the thighs, and the liver. In human anatomy the hips and thighs represent locomotion and volition, and it should not be surprising that most Sagittarians are active people who love freedom, fresh air, sunshine, and the great outdoors.
The sign of Capricorn rules the bones, joints, knees, and teeth. Capricorns are known for their beautiful bone structure and stately carriage. Capricorn women often have a striking angular beauty, especially in their facial bones, which makes them very photogenic. Both men and women have strong constitutions, vigorous and enduring, capable of withstanding stress and illness.
The sign of Aquarius rules the circulatory system and the shins, calves, and ankles. The lower leg represents active locomotion, and Aquarius people are characterized as progressive and forward-thinking.
The sign of Pisces rules the feet and toes and the mucous membranes. Pisceans are noted for their graceful, well-shaped feet, and many become excellent dancers .
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THINGS THAT WENT UNANSWERED AND MY THEORIES
Why is Diavoloâs dad asleep? Where is he?
âą In the game he went into a deep slumber in the bottom layer of the Devildom shortly after the brothers arrived
âą I believe this slumber has something to do with age, state of mind, but most importantly the brothers and their extreme power. It brought immediately destabilization of power between the realms and I believe he may have granted his powers between the brothers when he named themâthus enhancing their sins (he split them between the brothers) as a demon without serious power or sin he may be resting to restore this energy over time or to stop the power imbalance that could threaten a war with the Celestial Realm.
What was the event that made Diavolo wish for peace between the three realms?
âą In season one Diavolo tells MC that long ago something made him realize that there should be peace between the three worlds. MC supporting Diavolo in the past isnât an answer as Diavolo already had this idea before meeting them and even before meeting Lucifer.
âą I believe that one of the many wars between the Devildom and Celestial Realm happened within Diavoloâs life. The horrors of war are not exclusive to humans, a young idealistic demon like Diavolo would be traumatized into ensuring nothing like this happens in the future. It is mentioned in game that it was his father who first asked for a truce between the Celestial Realm and Devildom but itâs likely Diavolo was still alive in this time period and a war could have happened before all of this.
Will Simeon become an angel again?
âą In the final lesson of Nightbringer Simeon is invited back to the Celestial Realm despite previously not having even been allowed back as a guest. They want to discuss his future and Lucifer advises Simeon to have a productive talk. Raphael also mentioned in OG season four that Simeon despite being human was much better at his âjobâ than he used to be.
âą I believe Simeon is certainly becoming an angel again. He might be lowest rank like Luke until he discovers who he is as an angel again or he may be sent back to the ranks of Archangel. I hope he stays lowest rank for a while so he can prove his worth beyond such low ranks and will no longer be stressed by busywork. I believe Raphael will also protect him more from higher ups. I think the good example Simeon set for Raphael and Luke will reflect kindly on his future and whether he can become a seraph again considering who they became under his guidance.
What is Lukeâs future as an angel?
âą In the game, Michael specifically took Luke under his wing because he recognized his power. Even as a child Luke was allowed to work in the Celestial Palace. Luke came into being shortly before Lucifer and his brothers fell and idolized Lucifer once. Michael sent Luke to the Devildom to learn not to be so judgmental and to face the real world. While on exchange Michael notes Luke would be a good principality while Mammon thinks he could be a seraph.
Lucifer also believes Luke has a good future ahead of him as only Luke, Lucifer, MC, Solomon, and Diavolo noticed when Simeon was no longer demonic, not even the other six rulers of hell.
âą I firmly believe that Luke will become a seraph. His latent power and guidance from Simeon, Raphael, Michael, Barbatos, and Lucifer leaves him as very open minded but firm in his convictions and morality. The timing of his birth being right before Lucifer fell leads me to believe he was created as a replacement for Lucifer and that he will take Luciferâs place one day to lead the Celestial Realm alongside Michael.
Will Michael join the exchange program?
âą In the game Michael hinted to Raphael that he wanted to and Diavolo also wondered if Michael might join one day. The others seem to believe it would be too much a hassle.
âą I think Michael is the kind of person who would but wouldnât do so normally. Maybe a very short exchange so he doesnât stay away from the Celestial Realm for long. I also believe his presence would cause unrest in the Devildom which he may view as hostile towards the Celestial Realm. This is a great plot point I would have loved to see, especially with Barbatos and Solomon both worrying about war in the future as well as MCâs alliances.
Will there be another war between the realms?
âą In Nightbringer it was hinted that things were getting more tense as more demons were trying to disrupt the exchange program and bring harm to the students. Itâs also revealed that to have sent Lucifer to Cocytus the celestial realm also had to agree meaning there are also angels who strongly oppose the three worlds as coming together as both sides hold resentment for past wars and see the others as unable to change for the better.
âą I believe that in the future there will almost be a war, but Diavolo will be able to prove how strong their bonds can be with MC as a prime example. MC has a connection to each realm, granting them a power so strong they need the ring to contain it which Simeon gave them and Michael allowed. The brothers and angels and others have consistently saved each otherâs lives, seen past former beliefs and even a demon like Mephisto and an angel like Raphael, two people extremely loyal to their realms were able to become good friends. I believe Diavolo would use a memory ring or other power to display the greatest most significant moments between them as proof his dream can become reality or at the very least they can remain at peace.
Who is Nightbringer?
âą The game more or less confirms it to be Barbatos with the teaser for the game as well as how Nightbringer and his abilities are described. Nightbringer also speaks to Solomon with the same annoyance as Barbatos.
âą I firmly believe that Nightbringer is Barbatos. Barbatos brought MC to the past, disrupting the timelines and I believe this is why Diavolo asks Barbatos to never use these powers without his permission.
What happened to Solomonâs childhood friend?
âą The game indirectly tells us what happens over several seasons. Solomon is said to have e summoned Barbatos at the risk of his own life as a child desperately seeking to use Barbatosâs power of time. At the time he was not the kind of person obsessed with knowledge and power but was granted power seen as cursed that led him to be hidden in a basement away from everyone but this one friend.
âą I believe his friend died whether it was his powers at fault or not and he summoned Barbatos to revive his friend. Itâs possible his friend died of natural causes and this is why Solomon wants to better the human world despite it turning his back on him; itâs all so children and humans in general donât die of preventable things like his friend did.
What did the Little D.s mean when they said theyâd take over the Devildom?
âą In season two of Nightbringer the Little D,s laugh about taking over the castle and soon the whole Devildom.
âą I think they believe they can overcome their counterparts, or at least they used to, and wanted all the power for themselves. I think after thousands of years they gave up on this idea.
Who in the Devildom betrayed Diavolo and had Lucifer sent to Cocytus? And who in the Celestial Realm agreed?
âą In the game Diavolo was never able to find the results but in the modern timeline the House of Lords remains a hinderance to Diavoloâs ideas of peace between realms despite the successes he has had thus far. When Raphael asked around in the Celestial Realm he never got an answer despite being a seraph and itâs hinted that they probably know who it is among the higher ups but wonât share that information.
âą I believe someone in the Celestial Realm reached out to demons they knew opposed Lucifer and not the other way around. The Celestial Realm is always in the Devildomâs business so must have known about the unrest and helped arrange Luciferâs imprisonment in Cocytus, then sent an angel closest to him, Raphael, to read his charges as punishment to Lucifer (seeing how it affected his friends) and punishment to Raphael (for still having such a close bond with a traitor.)
Why is Barbatos forbidden from using his powers?
âą In the game Barbatos is mentioned to not be able to use his powers without Diavoloâs permission on several occasions. No specific reason is given.
âą I believe that when Barbatos (as Nightbringer) brought MC to the past, Diavolo at some point found out heâd caused a destabilization of their reality (but not exactly what it was he did) and ordered him not to use his powers.
Will the others ever find out about the time travel?
âą In the final season Solomon tells MC that eventually they wonât be able to play off the brothersâ memories of MC in the past anymore. Barbatos is already aware of the time travel.
âą I believe it will come out at some point for sure. They will remember more or come across concrete proof MC was actually there with them.
Why did Nightbringer take MC to the past?
âą In the game the denkn claims itâs because it is where MC will find happiness.
âą I believe that Nightbringer (Barbatos) lived in a reality much darker and bleaker than ours. I believe the brothers trapped in Cocytus triggered some kind of war or prevented Diavolo from fulfilling his dream so he used his abilities to find a way to correct it.
He sent you into the past before you became an exchange student with visions of the future he saw would happen if he brought you there to help the brothers.
Eventually you were selected as an exchange in the future, fulfilling the visions Barbatos foresaw. This part is tricky to understand but by Barbatos describes time as a thick heavy mud or soup and I believe he sees time running concurrently so even though your future hadnât yet happened, somebody from that future was able to come help you in the past, Solomon.
Itâs hard to explain but time sort of did a loop, MC of the OG was sent into the past to create the future they live in. This means at some point MC was in a very different future and knew a different and worse version of the brothers but their memories of them altered into the happy ones they would make as they changed the pastâchanging the future into a good one. I donât have the IQ to explain beyond that, I tried and got lost.
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Warning mention of bullying, mental health problems, mention of suicide
Summary You accidentally reveal why you donât interact with your team
A/N this is a sadddd and angsty one so buckle in
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âY/N, youâre coming to the restaurant with us, right?â Katie asked, seeing you try to scurry out of the room without anyone noticing.
Unfortunately for you, Katie saw you and was curious whether sheâd see you at the restaurant that night.
To celebrate the end of the year and Christmas, the team had organised a meal out at a local restaurant, nothing much but enough to satisfy the whole team.
You hesitated a bit, you also unaware of your own answer.
You see, you hadnât always had the best experiences with a team.
Your previous teammates had made a few comments here and there about you.
She doesnât deserve to get minutes
Why did the club even sign her
Shittiest player Iâve ever seen
Drop her back down to the Sunday league
At first, they were just small remarks that happened every so often, but then it turned to 24/7.
In the changing rooms, over text, on the pitch. Everywhere, anytime.
They were bullying you.
And even when you brought it upon the manager, he just shrugged, âthatâs banter for youâ he had told you whilst laughing.
Maybe you were just being sensitive. Maybe you were taking it the wrong way. Maybe this was how a team was supposed to play.
From that moment onwards, you thought it was normal.
You didnât complain about it anymore, just bottling up your emotions so they didnât have to see it.
It wasnât until a very poorly played game that you realised just how damaged theyâd made you.
You had played the final four minutes of the game.
When you ran onto the pitch, your team was already losing 4-0.
And although youâd impacted the game massively and had prevented two goals in them four minutes, you were entirely blamed for the loss.
You had dreaded walking into the changing rooms after, all your teammates angry at their performances but somehow blaming it on you made it a lot better.
One of your teammates had squared up to your shaking body, their finger pointing at you.
Your breath became uneven as you closed your eyes in dread.
âYou were shit today! You were the reason we lost! You were a let down today. You made us lose! Do us all a favour, Y/L/N and fuck off. We donât need you on our team! You just fuck up our play and make us fucking lose! Nobody likes you, Y/N. Youâre a shit player!â She screamed, the rest of the girls agreeing. She finished shouting at you, but was not finished without pushing you to the floor.
You put on a strong face, standing up and grabbing your stuff before walking out.
You walked for miles in the rain, no car, your phone dead, just you and your thoughts.
You donât remember much from that night, youâd passed out on some bridge for most of it.
But you remembered one thing.
You remember laying on the bridge, your body fighting for consciousness and thinking would it be so bad if you were to never wake up?
Would anyone actually miss you?
You had your mum left but she mainly focused on your older brother more - heâs a lawyer and had kids - no more explanation needed.
You were so close to completely giving up, so close to letting ending everything.
You used all your strength, pulling yourself up and taking yourself over to the edge of the bridge.
The river underneath was violent, the water crashing against its beds with purpose.
You started counting down in your head, dunking it with your heartbeat.
3⊠2âŠ
âDear! What are you doing?â A voice exclaimed from behind you.
You turned with watery eyes to see a woman, 65 maybe?
You looked in her eyes, a solace look in them.
âPlease⊠look at me. Iâm a complete stranger to you. You donât know me, I donât know you. But what I do know about you, is you have so much to live for that maybe you donât realise you have. Take a look around. What do you see?â She began, taking a few steps towards you.
âBushes, the river, trees.â You listed, taking deep breaths steady your breathing.
âTrees. Look how theyâre blowing in the wind. Theyâve got no control over themselves. Theyâre being pushed around and they canât do anything, but one thing that they are doing, is having a tiny bit of strength to keep them standing. A storm may have big impacts but at the end of the day, they go away. What youâre going through now is just a storm, I promise. Youâre young, youâve got your whole life ahead of you. Go travel, go to London, go somewhere youâve never been before. Youâre just stuck in a storm, a bad one, but at the end of everyone is sunshine.â
You listened to her words, taking into account what she was saying.
Slowly but surely, you stepped back from the edge, collapsing into the womens arms.
Youâll never forget that night.
The woman, you didnât even find out her name, but you knew she was your guardian angel that night.
And although you didnât completely believe her words, she was right.
You were in the middle of a passing storm.
Not only two days later, you were sat in your managers office being told you were going to another club.
You were given a list of clubs that were interested but one stood out massively, a London club.
You were doing what the woman told you to do, you were going to London.
Which leads you back to the conversation with Katie, your Arsenal teammate.
âUmm⊠Iâll have to see how tired I am.â You lied, making up a random excuse.
âYou said that last time, Y/N.â Alessia pointed out, a playful smile on her face, a completely innocent one which meant no harm.
âAnd the time before that.â Kyra then added, gently knocking her shoulder into yours.
âPlease come, Y/N. I barely know you, itâll give us time to get to know you.â Steph explained
You hesitated between yes and no.
âOkay. Iâll be there.â You finally said after a few moments.
Everyone cheered, telling you what time to be there and how excited they were that youâd said yes to going.
Maybe these girls arenât as bad.
â
You were one of the first ones to arrive at the restaurant, not wanting to be late.
Katie and Caitlin were already there and called you over.
One by one, the team filled the table, a buzz filling the air as everyone chatted to each other.
You sat quietly at the end of the table, having nothing really to say.
âWhatâre you doing for Christmas, Y/N?â Alessia asked, obviously realising no one was talking to you.
âNothing much. Iâll probably get a few snacks in and watch someâŠâ you began but soon slowed down your words as you set eyes on someone from across the room.
There, sat your guardian angel, your lifesaver.
âY/N?â Alessia asked, confused but followed your eyeline to see the woman. âAre you okay?â
âI havenât seen her in months.â You mumbled to yourself but Alessia also heard.
âWho is she?â
âShe saved my life.â You responded, not knowing it would lead to you revealing your secret.
âOh my godâŠâ Alessia whispered, realising it was a big moment for you seeing her again. âIs she a doctor? Were you ill?â
âNo.â You shook your head, your eyes not leaving the woman. âMy old team, they used to make comments about me. It started with a few - what I thought were harmless - comments but they continued coming. Over message, in the changing rooms, on the pitch. They made me feel like I didnât belong there - that I didnât belong on earth. After the match against PSGââ you began
ââThe one where you played a few minutes?â Alessia questioned, you nodding in response. âYou played incredible that match. You completely turned the game around.â
âYeah, I thought that too. But after the match in the changing rooms, I got blamed for the loss. My old teammate pushed me to the floor and the rest of them laughed at me. I ended up walking into the rain and walked for miles. I collapsed on this bridge at some point and I decided to go towards the edge. I was counting down in my head. My heart wasnât racing, I think it was the calmest Iâd felt in years. It was what all my teammates wanted so I was going to do them all a favour. I was going to⊠I was on seven when I heard a voice behind me. It was her. She saved me.â You explained, looking back to Alessia but seeing 25 sets of eyes on you.
Most of the girls had tears in their eyes, your story hitting them hard.
âThatâs why it took so long for to come out with you. It wasnât any of you personally and Iâm sorry if it felt like that but I donât think I can ever trust teammates again.â
âY/N, donât say sorry.â Leahâs breathed out, leaning over the table to take your hand in hers. âIâm so sorry you had to go through that.â
âI know it might take some time to realise but not all teams are like them. If you can, can you please trust us. We want to show you what being in a true team feels like.â Kim told you, rubbing your back comfortingly.
âIâd like that, thank you.â
âWeâre here for you, Y/N. Here at Arsenal, weâre not just a club, weâre a family. Whether you like it or not. Some of us - Kyra - can be annoying sometimes but at the end of the day, weâre a family, and thatâs the most important part. Weâd like nothing more than to be your family from now on.â Lia added, sending you a smile.
âA family, huh? I think Iâd like that.â You said, a smile appearing on your face.
âEnough of that now. Thatâs your past, itâs time to think about the future. And Iâm not having you all alone on Christmas so youâre coming with me to my family on Christmas.â Alessia stated confidently, not giving you any choice.
âAlessia, I canât, itâs yourââ
âAh, no â remember weâre family.â Alessia told you, hitting your shoulder with hers.
âFamily.â You whispered quietly, smiling to yourself.
You took another look over to the woman.
She was still talking away to the man she was with but managed to catch your eye.
She sent a wink and a smile over to you.
You took your eyes off her for seconds and when you looked again, she was gone.
You never knew her name, and you didnât know who she was, but you couldnât be more grateful.
Not only had she saved your life that night, but she had also brought you a family.
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MC Persona Chart Observations III
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ÊÉ Sun 7H usually indicates you"ll do a job in the creative field. If you also have Sun Leo 7H, you'll do a job in the movie field, you'll work for the cinema industry, or anything relating to acting and movie.
ÊÉ Moon 4H means you need to feel comfortable at work to work properly, you'll perhaps also want to work from home, or work with family? or work with people who feel like family, work in an environment where you trust people and know them already too perhaps.
ÊÉ Mercury 7H means you'll mostly talk about art, something creative at work. You can talk communicate well, nicely, and with fairness at work. You could also find way to make anything you write or create at work, like imagining, in a romantic or poetic style.
ÊÉ Venus 8H can mean you could be obsessed with your job, you could love it sometimes, but also hate it sometimes. It may depend a lot on a lot of circumstances. You could also like that what you do is "secretive", perhaps your work needs to stay hidden during the process, and you enjoy this.
ÊÉ Mars 5H means you can have a lot of imagination at work, a lot of creativity. Perhaps in your work, the one who comes with the most creative project "wins". It can also be a source of stress for you.
ÊÉ Jupiter 10H could mean you could gain a lot of popularity and reputation if you succeed in your job, perhaps even celebrity. You could eventually become famous at your job for your work.
ÊÉ Saturn 2H could mean there are obstacles in the stability of your work. It can be about your financial stability, but also in general. It's not the usual 9-5 job, it may be the kind that works while there is a project going on. It's considered unstable at least. You could also struggle with money somehow. Doesn't mean you gain nothing, it means that there may be a lot of deals with money as well and it's "complicated".
ÊÉ Pluto 10H means your reputation, popularity will drastically change because of your job.
ÊÉ Juno 9H can mean you could teach your FS a lot about your work, and they can also teach you some things about it. You could share ideas with them, talk about it with your work. They can also inspire you, like a muse. You could often be away from your spouse because of work.
ÊÉ Scorpio MC can mean you'll have a very deep and mysterious reputation at work. People can know you for your work yet not really know much about you personally. You could enjoy not being totally known, it gives a sense of mystery, and you could also keep some privacy this way.
ÊÉ Capricorn Rising means people can see you as someone who is in charge at work, someone who decides, someone who has responsibility. They can see you as cold, serious, and you could also expect a lot from others. They can also feel like you have some authority. People at work may respect you a lot.
ÊÉ Aquarius 2H means you'll gain a lot of original ideas from working, you could also gain online popularity, or meeting more friends as well. You could also gain a wider imagination.
ÊÉ Aries 3H can mean you can talk fast at work, you can also need to be the fastest, or think the fastest possible. People and you could talk in passionate way, you at least need to be passionate to do your job. Arguments can happen. People at work can often disagree or find themselves annoyed at unexpected problems.
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ÊÉ Taurus 5H means your job is creative indeed, and it can be more linked to art, beauty, anything that is considered beautiful, and in this case more "physically beautiful".
ÊÉ Gemini 6H means you'll work in a field where ideas, communications, thoughts, imagination, creativity, talking, singing, writing is important. Perhaps a work where you need a lot of ideas, a lot of thinking, and you could also need to have a lot of knowledge as well.
ÊÉ 1H Ruler in 2H means you could glow up during your career, you could also be seen as rich, or wealthy, more than what you are.
ÊÉ 7H Ruler in 4H can mean you can work or have contracts with your family. Sort of like a family business.
ÊÉ 3H Ruler in 5H can mean you'll def need to use your imagination at work, and you could often talk more about ideas, creative projects than anything else at work.
ÊÉ 5H Ruler in 8H means you could keep your creative ideas to yourself, as private, not spoiling anything to people outside the office, or the job. You could also be obsessed with finding ideas, constantly thinking of creative ideas.
ÊÉ 6H Ruler in 7H means you could work with different contracts, you could also have a job that required to have a project to continue working. When the project ends, the work is over as well.
ÊÉ 10H Ruler in 10H means your reputation at work is very important, having a good reputation at work is very crucial for you.
ÊÉ Chiron 8H means you job can be sometimes toxic for you, you could also be obsessed with your job and it can be too much sometimes. You may struggle from taking a break from it too.
ÊÉ Jupiter conjunct Part of Fortune means you have a lot of chances to eventually become famous because of your job. At least you'll attract good contracts and good things, good attention through your job.
ÊÉ Jupiter conjunct MC is very similar to the one above, but it def focus more on the popular/ famous part.
ÊÉ Mercury sextile Venus means you can often have romantic ideas in your job, or poetic, beautiful ideas. You could also work often with aesthetics, or making something look good, having to imagine something that looks beautiful or that sounds beautiful. If you write things, you could often focus on writing things that touch people.
Êïżœïżœ Part of Fortune 9H means you could have a lot of foreign opportunities because of your job, you could also have a lot of opportunities to learn a lot of different things through your job.
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Worth The Fight: Swoon Worthy
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CW: Language, pregnancy things, minor anxiety, jealousy and per usual a bit of arguing and angsty bits.
A/N: Iâm so glad yâall are enjoying this story! It makes me so happy, now donât be mad okay? Itâs gonna be fine just hold on a bit longer I swear Harry is getting it together. Also this chapter is a mix of texts and a one shot yall will have to tell me how you like it?
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Summary: You meet Anne and have a super tiny casual run in with someone else and Harry says some a lot of things that he shouldnâtâš
You smile at Nick when he opens the door for you and helps you out of the car, you adjust your purse strap on your shoulder as you look around and notice youâre outside the front gate of a house and not a restaurant. You feel your brows pinch together as you reach into your bag to grab your phone so you can call Harry to make sure youâre at the correct place because why would you be meeting his mom for lunch at some random house and not a restaurant? But before you can find your phone the sound of the gate opening up makes you lift your head just in time to see Harry making his way towards you.
âHarry this is someoneâs house.â He just laughs as he gives a nod and a wave to Nick who is still standing behind you.
âYouâre so observant. Canât get anything past you huh?â You roll your eyes as Harry runs a hand through his hair. âCome on youâre already late letâs not keep her waiting any longer.â He says with a smirk that you instantly want to smack off his face as he stands to the side allowing you to walk in front of him.
âIs this your-â
âNo itâs not my house itâs my momâs.â He informs you as the two of you walk up the driveway. âAs much as I adore my mother I am a bit too grown for her to be crashing in my guest room when she visits and she likes to spend a good amount of time here so this just made the most sense.â He adds as the two of you make it to the bottom step of her porch.
âItâs lovely.â You tell him with a smile as you look at the exterior of the house, Harry watches you look around for a moment before he walks up the three steps to the front door leaving you near the bottom step looking at a rose bush his motherâs has planted in her flower beds.
âOh I forgot to mention-â Just as you look up from the rose bush you see the front door open behind him and you feel as if everything after that happens in slow motion. You watch Harry turn and smile at the man who walks out of the door, he quickly gives him a hug and you think you hear something about seeing each other soon but youâre not really sure because right after that you find yourself staring into a very familiar pair of blue eyes as the man stands at the top of the steps and is looking down at you with a warm smile.
âHello.â His accent is thicker in person than it is when you hear it coming from the television in your living room when you, your neighbor and Paris watch The Voice. He gives you a wave as he makes his way down the steps. âYou alight love?â He asks with a hint of concern when he notices you havenât said anything or moved from your spot in front of the rose bush.
âUhm hi-youâre uh-uhm hi.â You donât know if what came out of your mouth were actual words or not but either way it earns you a small chuckle as he reaches a hand out and gently places it on your arm.
âHi. Lovely to meet you.â He says with a smile before he drops his hand from your arm and you find yourself reaching for the spot he just touched as he turns his head to look at Harry over his shoulder.
âSee ya H! Text me about a round next week.â And with that he gives you one more glance and a little nod before he makes his way down the driveway towards the gate. You find yourself turning around and watching him leave and itâs as if he can feel your eyes on him because right before he walks through the gate he looks back and gives you another wave and a smile causing a dreamy sounding sigh to escape you as you just stare in the direction that he walked off in.
Harry watches the whole interaction with a clenched jaw and a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, heâs not sure what it is because never in all the years heâs known his band mate has he ever felt this way while watching him simply meet someone for the first time. Heâs watched people practically throw themselves at the man and yet he finds himself more bothered by the way your eyes lit up at and how your cheeks got all pink with just a little greeting and a smile from his Irish friend and he doesnât like it one bit.
âDo you need a moment?â Harryâs voice snaps you back to reality as you turn and face the front of the house. He has his arms crossed over his chest as he stares down at you with a raised brow.
âThat-that was Niall Horan.â Your voice is still a little shaky from the shock of seeing him up close and personal as you point down the driveway towards the gate Niall left through. âHeâs so pretty.â You mumble as you look at the spot on your arm that he touched while Harry rolls his eyes and lets out a scoff.
âReally?â
âWhat? He is.â
âIâm not arguing with you about that Iâm just seeing if youâre done swooning over one of my best mates or do you need a few more minutes to wipe the drool off your chin?â You just send him a glare as you make your way up the steps. You know you couldâve handled meeting him a bit better but you werenât at all prepared and youâre extremely emotional so honestly Harry is lucky you didnât start crying the moment your eyes met with Niallâs piercing blue ones because they are truly just that pretty in person, the tv doesnât do them justice at all.
âI wasnât swooning you donât even know what that word means.â You state as you make it up the last step and adjust your purse strap making Harry want to let out a groan due to his personal hatred for the black hole you call a purse you lug around everywhere.
âYes I do it means to swoon.â
âAre you serious? Thatâs what you think swooning means? To swoon?â
âIt doesnât matter what it means I just know thatâs what you were doing with Niall when you got all heart eyes and just stood there with your mouth hung open.â
âMy mouth was not hung open donât be rude.â
âThen-then the sigh when he left? What the hell was that about?â
âIt wasnât a sigh I was just breathing.â
âOh please Iâve never heard you breathe like that before.â
âThatâs because Iâve never swooned over you.â Harry feels his eyes narrow as his hands clench into fits at his sides as you just cross your arms over your chest and stare at him. Itâs then that it hits you whatâs going on and you feel your brows pinch together as you give Harry a questioning look. âHarry Styles are you jealous of Niall right now?â You watch him shake his head as a deep and almost dark chuckle escapes him.
âWhy would I be jealous of Niall? I donât even really like you enough to be jealous of anyone you find swoon worthy.â Harry regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, he doesnât know why he said them because he knows they arenât true. He does like you, how much and to what extent heâs not quite sure but at least enough to feel a small bubbling of jealousy in the pit of his stomach when he saw you gawking at Niall right in front of him.
âRight. Can we go inside now?â You drop your arms from your chest so you can adjust your purse strap as you look away from Harry and towards the front door. Harry lets out a sigh as he runs a hand over his face, he mentally scolds himself for letting his emotions get the best of him and making him to say things that make you practically deflate right before his eyes.
âIâm so-â
âWhat exactly have you told her about us?â Harry rubs his lips together when you cut off his attempt at an apology and he knows heâs going to just have to add it to the list of things he has to eventually say sorry for whenever youâre finally ready and willing to hear them.
He opens the door and stands to the side allowing you to go in first and when you give him a small close lipped smile as you walk by he catches your eyes for a brief moment and he feels his chest tighten at how exhausted you look. Itâs not the kind of exhausted in the sense you could fall asleep at any moment but the kind that shows youâre just emotionally drained and he knows itâs his fault. His words have managed to take the sparkle and light he saw in your eyes earlier when you arrived and were looking at his motherâs rose bushes, leaving behind only a dull glimmer.
It doesnât help that he knows youâre putting on a brave face because youâre about to meet his mother, something you repeatedly told him you werenât ready for and instead of listening and trying to work out a better time he just ignored you because for him itâs almost easier to argue and bicker with you than it is to try to talk and come to reasonable conclusions about things. And the thing is Harry just doesnât know how to stop himself sometimes before heâs saying something stupid and leaving you to deal with the emotional aftermath. Much like heâs doing now as he watches you swallow down your emotions, readying yourself for the task at hand before you look at him over your shoulder with a quirked brow as you stare at him from his motherâs entryway.
âHarry?â You saying his name brings him back to the moment, heâs quick to walk into the house with a playful smile on his face acting like he didnât just say something extremely hurtful to you a few moments ago as he takes a few steps so heâs standing next to you.
âOh you know just that we are madly in love and Iâm planning on proposing on your birthday which-thatâs not today right? Because Iâm not prepared at all I donât have a ring or anything.â He can tell youâre not in the mood for his jokes by the way you just let out a sigh but before he can say anything you just stand up a bit straighter and turn your head so you can look him right in the eyes and thatâs how he knows youâre about to say something thatâs going to probably hurt his feelings.
âDonât bother with a ring. Iâd never marry someone I donât swoon over.â You say it so casually but Harry knows thereâs an undertone of seriousness to your words, you wouldnât marry someone like him is what youâre saying and he canât blame you because right now he doesnât even think he likes himself very much let alone thinks heâs anywhere close to being marriage material.
âYeah you deserve a swoon worthy husband.â
âI know I do.â
âI told her the truth.â Harry says finally really answering your original question as he leads you further into the house. âSo she knows everything.â He adds as he looks over his shoulder to make sure youâre following behind him, you pause and give him a wide eyed stare as your hand reaches out and grabs his elbow keeping him from taking another step.
âYou told her everything?â You ask in a whispered tone making Harry have to hold back a chuckle as he sees panic begin to set in as the thought of his mother knowing all the details of the two of youâs relationship hits you.
âI mean I might have spared her a few minor details about how we actually made the twins but other than that yeah she-she knows everything.â You let out a sigh as you release his elbow and Harry then does something that shocks the both of you, he places his hand on your lower back and in an almost comforting gesture you feel his thumb rub against the fabric of your shirt as he gently guides you into his motherâs living room. âJust relax. Sheâs going to love you.â Is the last thing you hear him say and before you can even fully react to it you hear the sound of a sliding door opening.
âOh my goodness.â Harry grins as his mom walks into the living room from her backyard, he takes a step to the side letting his hand fall from your back so he can give you and his mom some room to say hello. âYou are just lovely.â You feel your cheeks get warm as Harryâs mom walks over to you with her hands out. âIâm Anne.â You introduce yourself to her with a smile. âThank you so much for agreeing to this Iâm sorry if you ran into Niall on the way in. He just needed some-â
âOh yeah we ran into him alright.â You turn your head to send Harry a warning glare as Anne grabs your hands giving them a reassuring squeeze while Harry ignores your threatening looks and heads off towards the kitchen.
âHeâs always been a bit dramatic so youâll have to get used to that Iâm afraid.â Anne explains as she watches your eyes linger on the back of Harryâs worn out band t shirt before he disappears into the kitchen.
âSo itâs not just me that brings this out of him? Thatâs good to know because I was beginning to think I had something wrong with me that just made him act a little wacky.â You say with a sigh of relief making her laugh as she lets go of your hands and subtly eyes your outfit, you feel embarrassed for a moment wondering if maybe sheâll think you didnât find this to be an occasion worth dressing up for but then you see her eyes land on your small bump and a grin takes over her features and you instantly see where Harry gets his smile from.
âCome on love.â She reaches for one of your hands before turning around and heading towards the sliding glass door. âLet me show you what Iâve got for you and let me know if anything sets you off okay? I know how smells can be a bit rough during all this.â Harry stands in the kitchen and watches the two of you make your way outside, his mom places your bag down on a chair by the back door before she escorts you outside to the table he helped her set up before you arrived.
âHarry said youâve been craving jams on toast so I thought this would be a safe thing to start with and he also said you like carrots?â You can only nod as you stare at the table in front of you that has a few plates full of pieces of toast cut up into cute shapes all with different types of jams spread on top of them while one plate has a mixture of vegetables on it with a dip in the middle.
âI do yes-I like carrots and this is wonderful thank you.â Anne smiles as you take a seat at the table, she sits down in the chair next to you and hands you a plate full of the toast and jam so you can have an easier time reaching it. The two of you snack on some toast and vegetables and talk about your work and how long sheâs going to be visiting California before a comfortable silence overtakes the table for a few moments.
âI just want you to know that he told me what he did.â Her voice is gentle not wanting to ruin the mood surrounding the two of you as she looks at you with soft kind eyes, you swallow the lump you feel forming in your throat as your hands fall to your lap. âThereâs nothing I can say that will undo that kind of damage but I hope you know that Iâm so thankful youâre still letting him be apart of this even after-well after all that.â You look away from her and down at the plate in front of you as you feel your eyes start to get watery.
âIâll always let him to be apart of this for as long as he wants to be apart of this no matter how I may feel about him.â Anne reaches over and places a hand over yours that are resting on your lap and gives them a soft pat.
âI know he comes across as a bit of a uhm well-a bit of an ass but he does seem to care that he upsets you because heâs never called me quite as distraught as he was that night you didnât let him inside your apartment.â You simply shrug in response as you lift your head and look at the end of the table where you notice a tea pot and some cups.
âThat was a rough not for all of us it seems.â You inform her as you place a hand on your bump as you reach for the tea pot but before you can actually grab it you see a very familiar hand with a cross tattoo between the thumb and index finger grab the handle.
âI can do it.â Harryâs voice is softer than youâve ever heard it before making you blink up at him as he pours some tea into a cup. âYouâre not going to want to watch this next part mom. Itâs going to upset you.â He warns as he grabs a jar from next to the pot, Anne just playfully rolls her eyes as she watches her son open the jar and reach for a spoon.
âIs that-â
âPeppermint tea and honey? Yes. Is it killing me to make it for you? Yes but I know you like it and it helps with uh-â
âNausea.â You finish for him resulting in a small nod and what you think is a hint of a smile as he gently places the teacup in front of you.
âIs that enough honey? I donât know uhm how-how much you like in your uh tea.â Harry asks all of a sudden feeling very unsure of himself as if it just dawned on him that the amount of honey you take in your tea is just one of the many things he doesnât know about you. You pick up the teacup and bring it up to your nose and take a sniff and Anne covers her mouth to hide her giggle at the way your nose scrunches up and you very quickly place the cup back down on the table.
âStill smells minty.â You explain as Harry raises a brow at you when you donât answer his question right away.
âWell yeah itâs peppermint tea.â
âYeah but I donât like peppermint tea thatâs why I add honey.â
âYou-you donât like peppermint tea?â
âNot really.â
âYouâve been ruining a perfectly respectable tea with honey and you donât even like it?â
âPerfectly respectable? What kind of tea do you think isnât respectable?â
âI donât like lavender tea. Now really why do you drink something you donât even like? There are so many other nausea remedies you know that right?â
âIâm aware but this one is easy and it tastes fine when I add a lot of honey.â Harry just stares at you as you reach for the jar of honey with the spoon still in it, you hear him let out a huff as he grabs it for you and places another heaping spoonful into your teacup.
âHow does this even help with your tummy if itâs just basically honey and hot water?â He asks as he places the honey back near the teapot before he takes a seat in the empty chair next to you.
âDonât know and I really donât care because it works so I donât question it.â Anne sits back in her chair as she watches the two of you go back and forth over the way you prefer your tea and she has to fight back a smile as she notices the way the two of you stare at each other during the whole exchange. Neither of you break eye contact unless itâs when you reach for something but even then Harry is quick to grab it for you, probably not even aware of what heâs doing but subconsciously wanting to do things for you so he has to take advantage of the opportunities when he can, such as spooning extra honey into your teacup while in the middle of a silly argument.
âSo love youâre what? Eleven weeks now?â You turn your attention away from Harry to look at Anne who is looking at you with a warm smile. You nod and take a little sip of your tea and smile when it tastes just like it usually does when you make it or maybe a bit better if youâre being honest. âHave you told anyone yet?â She asks and you hear Harry shift in his seat next to you as he rests his hands in his lap and something tells you that if you were to look over your shoulder at him heâd be messing with his rings.
âUhm not yet I was waiting till I went a little over twelve weeks or so just to be safe.â You explain as you place your teacup back on the table, she just smiles and nods as you reach for a piece of toast with raspberry jam spread all over it. âI also didnât know how you uh would want to do that? Like announce it.â You look over at Harry as you speak and he lets out a sigh as he runs a hand through his hair while leaning back into the chair.
âI honestly donât know if Iâm going to.â Harry states just as you take a bite out of your toast, he watches your eyebrows furrow as you try to take in what he just told you.
âWhat do you mean?â You ask once you finish chewing the bite in your mouth.
âIâm going to go check on the cake.â Anne says excusing herself as she stands up from the table, she gives Harry a look that you miss before she walks inside and the moment the sliding door closes Harry lets out a groan and runs both hands over his face as his head rests on the back of his chair.
âWe donât have to talk about this right now.â You roll your eyes at his attempt to change the conversation, but this might as well be discussed now rather than later when youâre even more pregnant and hormonal which just means youâll be easier to set off on a crying fit.
âJust tell me what you mean by that Harry. You donât know if youâre going to announce the fact youâre going to be a dad? People will find out eventually you know that right?â
âI donât know if I want to announce the circumstances in which made me a dad. If I say Iâm about to be a dad then theyâll expect an engagement announcement or some photos of me and some hidden girlfriend or something and thatâs not the case with us is it?â You feel the lump return to your throat at his harsh tone making the tip of your nose turn pink as you look away from him and down at your lap while you sniffle.
âOnce I announce I have a set of twins on the way and they see us together theyâll know very quickly that we are just two people who hooked up one night and ended up here.â Harry adds as he stands up from his seat and gestures to the two of you with his arms, completely ignoring the way you arenât looking at him and the way your cheeks are now a bit blotchy and your breathing is shaky, all the clear signs that would tell him youâre crying if he would just stop talking and look at you.
âI always thought Iâd be having kids with someone that I loved not someone that I just shared a few too many tequila shots with.â His hands are in his hair tugging at his roots as he closes his eyes and tries to take a few deep breathes so he can calm down, not really sure if itâs the topic itself that has made him so upset or if itâs a lingering side effect from his small bout of jealousy earlier and itâs just now rearing its ugly head.
âHarry Edward Styles.â His momâs voice coming from behind him makes his eyes snap open as he turns around just in time to see you walk around her and through the back door and into the house. He raises a brow as he turns his head to your seat over his shoulder and sure enough itâs empty, he hadnât even noticed you left the table.
âI uh-Iâll be right back.â Anne just shakes her head as she crosses his arms over her chest and blocks the door from him when he takes a few quick steps towards it.
âNo youâll go sit down and wait for me to get back.â He just nods and lowers his head before he turns around and goes back to his seat at the table. Anne lets out a sad sigh as she turns around and heads inside to find you.
âItâs okay. We arenât doing this here. Wait till you get home. Itâll be fine.â Anne feels her heart shatter a little as she hears you mumbling to yourself in the entryway, where she finds you with your bag over your shoulder and your phone clutched in your hand while a steady stream of tears make their way down your cheeks.
âIâm so sorry love.â Her voice is like a warm hug engulfing you as she appears in the entryway, you look at her and before you can say anything she is wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you in for a gentle hug. âDo whatever you need to do for yourself okay? I promise he will respect whatever boundaries you need to set.â She reassures you as she gives you a small squeeze while your arms wrap around her to return the hug.
âIâm sorry I didnât get to stay longer.â You mumble between sniffles as Anne pulls away and she just brushes it off as she places a hand on your shoulder.
âNext time itâll just be us.â She says with a smile as your phone goes off letting you know your ride is almost there. âLet me know if you need anything okay?â You just nod as she leans in for one more quick hug before she opens the front door for you, she stands there and watches you walk down the driveway and to the gate and she waves when you turn to and look at her before walking through the gate. Itâs not until she sees the car you get in the passenger seat of drive off that she turns around and goes back inside.
Harry is chewing on his bottom lip while he waits for his mom to return to the backyard, he keeps replaying the last five minutes over and over in his head and he canât believe he let himself get so caught up in his little tangent that he didnât even notice you got up and left the table. He feels horrible because he doesnât even know why he got so worked up over something so stupid. Because Harry knows he is going to have to tell the world heâs going to be a dad eventually, and he would much rather be the one to do it than to have a photo leaked of him with you leaving Dr. Andrewsâs office or out shopping for baby things once the time comes for that. He wants it be something well thought out and personal not some rushed, shot from across the street, horrible angled pap photo that the both of you hate that ends up being how the world finds out about the Styles twins in the making.
His main thing is he just doesnât want to deal with the questions of who you are because he doesnât know how to answer them, because who even are you to him right now? Besides the obvious answer being the one doing all the hard work and carrying his children, the one he canât seem to just have a normal conversation with, but also someone he clearly liked enough to give his actual personal number to and thought was cute enough to ask to have a mid night out romp in the bathroom with. For a moment Harry wishes the two of you could be those people again, the ones who met in that karaoke bar and were just having fun and enjoying each others company, before all the pregnancy chaos happened and he potentially ruined everything. Because something deep inside of him knows that if he just took the time to get to know you and stopped getting in his own way, heâd probably really like you and that kind of terrifies him.
âYou are going to ensure that girl has a peaceful and smooth pregnancy from here on out do you understand me young man?â Anneâs stern voice makes Harry sit up straighter and knocks him out of his thoughts as he turns to give her all his attention as she stands at the end of the table with a disappointed look on her face.
âYes maâam.â
âYou have such a way with words Harry and itâs a blessing as well as a curse because sometimes you just say the most hurtful things.â Harry swallows hard as his mom lets out a sigh and places a hand on her hip.
âI love you and you know I want to support you but I will not allow you to talk to her like that. You need to get your head out of your ass and treat her with a little respect or else youâre going to end up watching your babies be brought into this world over a phone because she wonât want you anywhere near her and that means not being in the delivery room and youâll never forgive yourself if thatâs how it ends up Harry.â He just nods as he feels his eyes begin to burn with unshed tears he canât seem to blink away at the thought of you being so over him that you donât even want him in the delivery room, something he would have no choice but to agree to.
âI keep-keep fucking it up.â He admits as he sniffles making Anne take a step over to him so she can place her hands on the tops of his shoulders over the chair. âI donât know why I just-just keep hurting her.â
âJust give her some time and maybe while youâre doing that you should give your therapist a call?â She suggests as a few tears slip past Harryâs closed eyes as he just nods.
âOkay.â Anne smiles at his agreement and leans down and places a kiss to the top of his head before she gives his shoulders a nice squeeze.
âItâll be okay Harry you just have to do better starting now.â She tells him before she lets go of his shoulders and heads back inside once again leaving Harry alone at the table in her backyard. He opens his eyes and wipes away the few stray tears that try to make their way down his cheeks, his head turns and his eyes land on your teacup and before he can stop himself he reaches over and grabs it so he can take a sip out of it.
âStill disgusting.â He mumbles to himself as he scrunches his nose while he places it back down on the table before he grabs a piece of toast off your plate. âThatâs not bad though.â He says after he takes a bite out of a a piece with your favorite raspberry jam on it.
He sniffles a bit as he leans back in his chair to get comfortable with the toast in one hand and his phone in the other. He lets out a huff as he scrolls through his contacts until he finds his therapistsâs number, figuring there no time like the present, ready to put his therapistâs whole âIâm here for you anytimeâ to the test as he hits the call icon while he takes another bite of your current pregnancy craving. All while trying not to think about what kind of emotional state youâre currently in all due to his irrational and hurtful outbursts because if heâs feeling this horrible and heâs the one who did the talking he canât imagine how you must be feeling as the one who had to endure the hurtful words.
âSo whose house was that?â Ethan, your neighbor who lives directly across from you asks after a few moments of you sniffling and silently wiping your face to try to rid your cheeks of any wetness due to your tears while stopped at a red light.
âAnneâs.â Is all you can manage to say before you feel your bottom lip start to tremble as you look down at your purse in your lap. Ethan just nods as he does his best to not let on to the fact he clearly knows youâre having a breakdown in his passenger seat because he also had to help you into that very same seat because your tears had made everything a little blurry by the time he got to the house to pick you up and you were a half step away from tripping on the curb before he caught your elbow.
âI met Niall Horan.â You mumble as the light turns green and Ethan lets out a chuckle as he lightly shakes his head before making his way down the street.
âHow many members of One Direction are you currently seeing?â He jokes and that makes you turn to look at him with a raised brow as you rub your hand under your nose, not bothering to try to be polite and look cute in your current teary eyed and snotty state because Ethan has seen you look much worse.
âNone.â You answer as you look down at your lap and place a hand over your bump. âBut I did let one of them get me pregnant.â Ethan has to stop himself from accidentally slamming on the brakes as you casually let the information fall from your lips deciding that now is as good a time as any to let your neighbor who is also one of your very good friends know why youâve been so emotional and a bit cranky lately.
âPlease god let it be Zayn.â Ethan half whispers to himself making you reach over with your free hand and playfully swat at his arm with a chuckle making him smile at the sound of your laugh even if it is a bit watery and rough.
âItâs not Zayn.â You say with a playful sadness as Ethan pulls into the parking lot of the apartment complex.
âAnd obviously itâs not Niall if you just met him today.â You just nod as he pulls into his assigned spot and puts his car into park. You stare out the windshield as he turns to look at you, he lets out a sigh as he reaches over and places a hand on your forearm. âWell if itâs whoâs been lurking around our hallway then letâs just hope this baby has your brains.â
âYou mean babies.â Ethanâs eyes go a little wide but heâs quick to recover and just nods and lifts a shoulder in a casual shrug at the same time as if what you just said is the most normal thing heâs ever heard come out of your mouth.
âTwins?â You just nod as you look over at him and he gives you a smile that makes you feel like crying all over again but for a totally different reason. âHoly shit thatâs-thatâs amazing.â The excitement and genuine happiness you can feel practically radiating off of Ethan is the reaction you find yourself wishing Harry wouldâve had when he found out instead of the one he gave you that ended with you alone in an exam room.
âYou think so?â Ethan just nods as he gives your arm a squeeze. âThey are the size of limes right now.â You inform him for no reason other than itâs one of the few facts you have to offer at the moment about the two humans growing in your tummy.
âLimes huh? Thatâs like my favorite fruit and Iâm not just saying that because Iâm a bartender.â You playfully roll your eyes at him before he just lets you sit in silence with him for a moment.
âI donât think he likes me.â You whisper but Ethan is close enough that he hears you and you feel his grip on your arm tighten just slightly making you turn to look him in his green eyes that thankfully arenât as big and dumb as Harryâs. âLike at all and I actually think he might-he might hate me?â
âWant me to kick his ass? Heâs got like six or seven years on me so Iâm pretty sure I can take him.â
âYou may be younger than him but age has nothing to do with being able to beat someone up.â
âI mean come on heâs Harry Styles how much of a punch can the man pack? Besides Iâll let Paris get him in the ankles and Iâll just deck him in his pretty face and itâll be easy and over with in a few seconds.â You just stare at him for a minute after heâs done explaining his plan of attack and when he lets out a sigh you know itâs one of defeat as he releases his hold on your forearm and runs a hand through his blonde hair.
âFine because youâre an amazing neighbor and a good friend I wonât hit him. But I make no promises on being nice to him.â You give him a smile before you begin to unbuckle yourself and get out of the car while he takes the keys out of the ignition.
âThank you Ethan. For everything.â He just smiles and grabs your purse from you before you can even try to put it over your shoulder and slings it over his as the two of you head inside the lobby of the complex.
âYouâre welcome.â You lean into him as he tosses his arm over your shoulder while the two of you wait for the elevator. âI know youâre the one who usually drops the older sister advice on me but I just want to say that if heâs gonna act like a douchebag and make you upset like this all the time then fuck him. You donât need him. Youâll be okay because Iâll make sure of it.â You know he means every word because Ethan isnât one to just tell you something like this unless he feels he needs to. The two of you step into the elevator and press the number five before you decide to say anything in response.
âSo the younger brother wisdom has finally hit you huh? I was wondering when that would happen. Only took two years of living across the hall from each other.â He laughs as he pulls you closer to his side making you smile. âI do appreciate the advice.â
âI just love and respect you too much to see you put up with bullshit from someone who has a god awful naked mermaid on his forearm.â You give Ethanâs chest a smack as the doors open and he lets you walk out first leading the way to your door. âAlso you know old lady Sherry is going to fucking freak when she hears her favorite cat lady is having twins.â Ethan adds as the two of you walk by Sherryâs door and you laugh and nod because she does refer to you as a cat lady because she thinks at your age you should be married with babies not living alone with Paris.
âSheâs not an old lady Ethan sheâs not even in her sixties yet.â You correct him but he just rolls his eyes and brushes you off as the two of you walk up to your doors. You turn to him as he is digging through your bag thatâs still over his shoulder, no doubt looking for your keys.
âIâm in my early twenties so Iâm sorry everyone over fifty is old.â He teases as he fishes your keys out and hands them to you before he slides your purse off his shoulder and gently places the strap on top of yours making sure it doesnât fall off. âSo tell me what was he-â
âSo much prettier in person.â You answer already knowing who heâs referring to and he laughs at how soft your voice goes as the memory of your brief encounter with Niall runs through your head. âThe television doesnât do him justice at all.â You explain since Ethan is the one you watch The Voice with sometimes along with Paris.
âBut he looks so pretty on the screen already? How can he possibly be prettier in real life?â He asks with a quirked brow and you just shrug causing the strap of your purse to fall down into the crook of your elbow.
âWell Iâm glad something good happened to you today.â You smile as he leans in and wraps his arms around you in a hug.
âLove you Ethan.â He smiles as he pulls away and you turn to unlock your front door.
âLove you too and please tell your little ankle biting boy that I said hello.â You laugh and just nod as you open your door, you turn around to close it and give Ethan a wave as you watch him walk into his own apartment and he waves back before closing his door.
You let out a heavy sigh as you lock the door and drop your bag at your feet. You hear the sound of a bell jingling and soon Paris is purring at your ankles as he rubs his head along your shins making you smile as you bend over and pick him up.
âUncle Ethan says hello.â Paris just purrs in response as he nuzzles his head against your cheek as you make your way into the living room. âOh Paris do I have some news for you.â You say with a sigh as you take a seat on your couch and get comfortable with your feet propped up on the coffee table. Paris moves so heâs resting in your lap with his head against your small bump and you bite your bottom lip as you get ready to spill all the events that happened during the few hours you were gone to him, and youâre thankful he isnât looking at you because youâre not quite sure you could handle looking into his eyes right now since they remind you too much of the big dumb green ones that belong to the man that made you cry just half an hour ago.
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So... I see this a decade after i decided to simply... Stop instigating conversations because i felt like im simply burdening others with my presence and that they actually felt annoyed having to hear from me and wished i wouldnt send messages.
The thing is that none of them ever approached me afterwards. When we saw each other after a while we would be ecstatic but there was a wall between us already and i dont know if its simply life going on and us being very different than back then, or that they truly didnt see me the same as i saw them (as my besties).
One time i met one of them (this one specifically was my best friend from first grade until twelve basically) on the street and i see that she's married and walking with her husband. Turns out the wedding was that sunday and i wasnt even notified of it happening or of the engagement. I wasnt mad about not being invited, but i was hurt for not even being notified! She then turned to her husband and said that im a friend of her from high school.
Its been a decade from high school so i can see why she said that, but that hurt me so badly that the moment i waved them goodbye and they disappeared around a corner, i collapsed and just sobbed. I was so heartbroken. It seemed that i was the only one who still thought of her as my old school's bestie or had thought of including her in any future milestones simply because she was so important to me.
So i dont know how i feel about this post. I understand where you guys are coming from and its in good intentions, but the main issue is that many kids who become the sole instigators were never shown that they can be vulnerable in front of their friends about this matter. It felt like its your duty and how you contribute to the group. And when it became harder and harder, the friends never questioned why you pulled away or asked for your wellbeing. It turned into a situation when you feel more like a nuisance than a leader.
Fortunately, i have now friends who instigate so much more than me and i keep telling them how i appreciate it and apologise for how terrible i am at texting back and that its never because i dont want them to text me. Its simply because texting or answering messages had become so hard for me and so mentally taxing i sometimes shut down when i see messages i need to reply to.
So rambling aside, as much as i appreciate your sentiment, i think a different approach would be helpful.
My approach (which is not better or worse, just a different approach) is to get comfortable with a 'friends for one day' reality. I go so many times to so many places and meet so many amazing people, we always say we'll contact one another and keep in touch and then never contact one another again, and that's alright.
You have to be comfortable with being friends without focusing on the 'keeping the friendship going' let people come and go. Those who truly want to stick around will stick around, and they usually have a much deeper connection with you that isnt dependant on who instigates the conversations.
My friends are those that mostly text in memes and reels since we dont see each other often. And i do the same in return. Its easier and relays so much more. We have proper conversations here and there, but our actual interactions happen physically. And they instigate meetups much more than i do and i always make sure that they know that i appreciate it. One of my friends and i also have some differences in opinions, so we have some long discussions.
I also have a friend who i dont text to at all but invites me to shabbat meals once in a while and i come over and its like no time had passed. I invite her back for bbq or shabbat as well, but thats also once in a blue moon.
Another friend is across the ocean so its mostly photos and small comments and talks about our lives and since the war began, she keeps checking if im alive and well.
Another friend is also across the ocean and we mostly speak about our realities of being jews or squeal over her precious daughter or make plans for when she finally comes to Israel.
So my friends arent part of one group but many branches of different aspects of my life. I would say i have around seven/eight of them that arent my current co workers (work friendship is also temporary and i accept that fully and enjoy our time together) and im truly blessed because i had let go of the desperate need to keep my friends together.
So please dont call us a bitch for not willing to talk about it. And we're certainly not mini community leaders, we're just people who are friends with those that never cared about reaching out first or affirming our friendship in any kind of way. Its not fair to put the expectations of reaching out onto the one who constantly did that. Friends who truly want to keep up a friendship will attempt to do so when they see that the other side isnt as present as previously.
Sorry im all over the place, im on my phone and its harder to articulate on it
every now and then the internet decides it should revamp the ole âstop texting first and see how many friends you loseâ when in reality you could literally just communicate that u feel bad that ur the only one texting first
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đąđ§ đ°đĄđąđđĄ ; daryl gets injured on a run and canât fathom why youâre so worried about him
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ ; âunspoken thingâ type of relationship, mentions of injuries, blood, angst if you squint, daryl being stubborn
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đ§đšđđđŹ ; this man is so stubborn and unaware of how loved he is it makes me so freaking mad sometimes
ââm fine,â daryl states the second he walks out of the infirmary and sees you, knowing that you wouldâve been worrying about him even if all he had sustained was a mere scratch. a part of him looked relieved to see you, but he also knew you were going to be pissed at him for being so reckless.
âno, youâre not,â you shake your head as you meet his side. âdenise said you were close to hitting an artery.â
you had been pacing back and forth since the moment he and aaron had returned from their recruitment trip and you saw the blood dripping down his arm. in this world, even the smallest of injuries could turn into something catastrophic without the right medicine and treatment. so seeing him the way that he was had embedded a fear in you, that you didnât know you had, deep inside your chest.
âdenise is exaggeratinâ,â he responds, his voice gruff and hoarse to cover up the way his heart fluttered as he saw the concern in your eyes. he hated seeing you like this, knowing that he was the cause of it. he knew you worried about him every time he left alexandria but he didnât want it to consume you. âwas just a scratch.â
âreally?â your shoulders slump with disbelief of how nonchalant he was being about it.
âwould ya relax?â he says after a few moments of silence, his voice stern yet soft. he places a gentle hand against your cheek, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone, ââm alright. youâre gettinâ worked up over nothinâ.â
you place your hand over his, holding his gaze as you stare up into his blue eyes, "it's not nothing, daryl. it could've been your life on the line."
his heart rate increases rapidly as he stared into your eyes, unable to look away as you gazed up at him. your words and touch causing him to soften as part of the tough persona he constantly displayed in front of others melts away.
ââmânot dead. âs just a scratch. âs nothinâ i havenât dealt with before.â he shakes his head, trying his best to reassure you and resolve the worry that was now causing a crease on your forehead.
âhow can you be so calm about this? you couldâve seriously gotten hurt or worse!â you retort, your head lulling back out of frustration. you hated how careless he could be when it came to his own wellbeing.
darylâs brows furrow at your words now, his fingers gently gripping your chin to force your head back down, so your eyes met his once more. he lets out an exasperated breath through his nostrils, his stare hardening.
âhow many times do i have to say âm fine?â he replies, his voice sharp. âya donât need ta worry.â
you couldn't believe the audacity of him telling you that you didn't need to worry. as if you could just switch it off with a snap of your fingers. you could never understand why he was so careless about his own life, how he could constantly throw himself in danger for the sake of very little.
you turn away from him for a second, your fingers pinching at the bridge of your nose as you let out a deep exhale. you didn't know what to do to make him see just how important he and his life were to you.
he watches you with a slight frown, his irritation slowly melting into regret. he knew you well enough to know that you were frustrated, he could see it in the way your shoulders and jaw were tensing as you turned away from him.
âwhy canât you see how valuable and loved you are? why do i have to break myself down just to prove to you how much i care?â you turn back to him, tears now pricking your eyes. âevery time you leave alexandria i worry that iâll never see you again, and the thought of something happening to you while youâre out there-â you stop, your emotions getting the better of you.
he sees the tears welling in your eyes and the look on your face and his heart drops. it was one that he had never witnessed before. you looked so vulnerable, your eyes glistening with unshed tears and your shoulders sloping with defeat. it wasnât often that you had cried in front of him, but the look of disappointment mixed with hurt and frustration as you struggled to find the words was killing him.
he slowly steps closer to you, his uninjured hand coming to rest on your hip as his eyes soften. he was frustrated at first, unable to understand why his actions had such an impact on you, but seeing you like this made him realise how much he truly cared for you and how much you cared for him.
he swallows, his throat suddenly feeling thick and dry, trying to steady himself before he speaks, ââm sorry mâputtin this on you. i know ya worry, i justâŠâ he pauses for a moment as he searches for what to say, ââŠdidnât think it was worth worryinâ about.â
you involuntarily move closer, as if your body knew what you needed before you did, and you rest your forehead against his chin. you knew you were being over dramatic and that daryl could take care of himself, but the images of him being hurt had burnt so deeply into your head.
âjust need you safe,â you say, closing your eyes against him.
he closes his eyes with you, feeling you relax against him as you spoke. he brings his hand up from your hip to the small of your back, gently rubbing his thumb against you through the thin material of your shirt, silently reassuring you.
âmânot goinâ anywhere,â he says, his other hand coming up to gently run through your hair. he slowly wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest to feel the steady, yet fast, thump of his heartbeat. ââm always gonna come back.â
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Jason Todd: Dad Mode Activated
Thereâs a new dynamic in the Batfamily, and nobody saw it coming. Jason ToddâRed Hood, former Robin, perennial black sheep of the Wayne familyâhas apparently decided that Tim Drake is his son. And no one, least of all Tim, knows what to do about it.
It starts subtly, if you can call Jason âsubtle.â He starts showing up when Timâs been too busy to eat, tossing him a burger or some takeout with a gruff, âEat, Replacement.â Heâs there when Timâs working himself to the bone, slamming the laptop shut and growling about how his kid isnât going to die of exhaustion on his watch. When Timâs in over his head, Jasonâs suddenly there, guns blazing, a protective shadow with a deadly smirk.
Timâs confused. Very confused. Jason has always been... antagonistic, at best. But now heâs... scolding him? Encouraging him? Telling him heâs proud when Tim does something impressive? The man even started calling him âkidâ instead of âReplacement,â which is somehow worse because it makes Tim feel all warm and fuzzy inside. What is happening?
Eventually, Tim asks. And Jason, in true Jason fashion, gives an explanation that doesnât explain much at all.
âLook, Dickâs already treating Damian like his own kid, Bruce is busy helping Duke figure out his place in the family, Cass and Babs are practically attached at the hipâlike sisters or something. And you?â Jason shrugs. âYouâre my kid.â
Tim stares. âIâm your what?â
âMy kid,â Jason repeats, as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âYouâre smart, youâre resourceful, youâve got my stubbornnessâwhich, yeah, is annoyingâand someoneâs gotta make sure you donât get yourself killed. Congrats, kid. Youâve been adopted.â
It doesnât really explain anything, but Tim decides not to argue. After all, Jasonâs kind of a good dad? He feeds Tim, checks in on him, teaches him things like how to hotwire a car (Tim already knows, but Jasonâs so enthusiastic about it that Tim doesnât have the heart to tell him). And Jason has his back in a way that feels steady, solid. Like heâs not going anywhere.
The thing is, Jason doesnât stop there. He starts talking about Tim in ways that make Tim want to crawl under a rock. To Roy, to Kory, to anyone whoâll listen. âMy kidâs a genius,â Jason brags, his voice filled with so much pride it makes Timâs chest ache. âRuns a whole company and saves Gotham on the side. Kidâs got a brain the size of the Batcomputer.â
And itâs not just talk. Jason drags Tim along to meet-ups with other vigilantes or allies, casually introducing him like a proud dad at a PTA meeting. âThis is Tim,â Jason says, grinning ear to ear. âMy kid. Smartest of the bunch, donât let anyone tell you otherwise.â
Tim flushes, stammering out an awkward, âUh, hi,â while Jason beams like heâs just presented a Nobel Prize winner.
The height of Timâs mortification comes when Jason introduces him to Taliaânot as a fellow vigilante or even a respected ally, but as his son. Talia, who had become something of a mother figure to Jason after the Pit, is apparently now being roped into her new role as a grandmother. Jason insists itâs only right that she meet her âgrandkidâ and treat Tim accordingly. Tim, meanwhile, wants to disappear into the floor while Jason beams with unrestrained pride.
âYeah, this is my boy,â Jason says, arms crossed, radiating smug pride. âSmart, resourceful, better than Bruceâdonât even try to deny it.â
Tim wants the floor to open up and swallow him. But he also canât help feeling... warm. Embarrassed, yes, but also kind of happy. Jasonâs over-the-top pride is ridiculous, but itâs genuine. Itâs not something Timâs used toâsomeone being proud of him just for being himself.
And of course, Jasonâs newfound dad energy throws the rest of the family into chaos.
Bruce tries to scold Tim about something minorâmaybe staying out too late on patrolâand Tim just raises an eyebrow. âIâm gonna tell my dad,â he says, completely deadpan. And then he does. Jason shows up at the Batcave later, tearing into Bruce about how his kid doesnât need this kind of negativity in his life, and Bruce is left speechless.
Damian tries to insult Tim, calling him a weak link or some other scathing remark, and Tim smirks. âCareful, Damian. Iâm your nephew now. Better watch your mouth, or Uncle Jason might have something to say about it.â
Even Dickâs thrown off by it. âJay,â he says one day, watching Jason shove a plate of food at Tim with all the grace of a brick. âYou do realize Tim isnât actually your son, right?â
Jason glares at him. âHeâs mine. Iâm the dad here. Youâve got Demon Spawn, Iâve got Tim. Deal with it.â
Tim doesnât understand how or why this happened, but honestly? Heâs not complaining. Jason might not be the most conventional parent, but heâs a damn good one. And for Tim, whoâs always felt a little lost in the shuffle of the chaotic Wayne family, having someone claim him so fiercely, so completely, feels... nice.
So yeah. Jason Todd: Red Hood, vigilante, crime lord, accidental dad. Who wouldâve thought?
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jack's sooooo clingy he follows you everywhere like a lost puppy, especially after a long day of not seeing you.
jack has been following you around since you came back from work, yapping about anything and everything that has happened to him since you left this morning. and youâre not surprised because he has the habit of lingering close to you when youâve been gone for a while, especially on his rare days off. today is no different.
he does follow you everywhere like a very grown and very loyal puppy, today more than ever as he followed you to the bathroom where you're trying to get ready for your night routine. heâs sitting on top of the toilet seat, babbling about his day out with nico that obviously consisted of hockey related things.
you snicker to yourself when jack doesn't realize that you're taking longer than usual to get unready, or that heâs talking for this long, but you know how much he hates boredom so you let him be. itâs just that you werenât expecting this.
itâs cute, yes, but now youâre more interested in seeing how long heâll yap for or rather how long heâll stay here with you. so you finish taking your makeup off before pulling the shower curtain back and twisting the knob to turn on the water and adjusting it to the right temperature. the idea that he could easily stalk you into the shower makes you smile so you play along to his not so little rant.
âand then nico lured me to the rink because apparently the kids were practicing and he wanted to surprise them. not that i didnât like that but then their coach didnât look too pleased, the kids were distracted for the rest of the practice, obviously.â
you hum, âis it because they took nicoâs attention off you?â
âUh, n-no. i mean i was the one hanging out with him first, so.â he mumbles âbut thatâs not the point!â
jack huffs, changing into a criss cross position on top of the toilet. and itâs taking everything in you to not laugh at him because he looks like a child, pout on his lips and looking so small in this position.
âwell then, was it fun at least?â
âduh, baby.â hands flailing around him. âthe kids loved it, they kept asking us questions and some didnât make sense âthey were like four years old, you knowâ and like, we had to stop for even longer because they wanted us to sign some of their stuff.â
that must be why he also took longer to text you throughout his day.
âi bet, love.â you nod along, pulling your hair up in a bun so it doesnât get wet in the shower, finally at the right hot temperature. âiâll shower now if you donât mind.â
âoh, now?â eyes wide like you told a child youâll leave him in the parking lot.
âi mean, weâre in the bathroom, and iâm in a towel, and itâs been a long day. so yes, now.â
and jackâs cheeks have a faint pink tint as he shamelessly watches you unravel your towel and step in the shower. totally not because he saw you naked for a split second, itâs just the steam from the really hot shower, right?
âuh yeah, okayâ he says as he stand up. âiâll get unready too before i go then.â
you hum in reply as you go on about your shower, but youâre actually simply standing under the water, trying to keep an ear out for his movements and words.
suddenly heâs taking his sweet time to wash his face and you think he might start brushing his teeth soon too for the hell of it.
but his talking doesnât stop at all. he blurts out random thoughts in between before going on to ramble about some hockey plays heâs been looking over, asks you what you had for lunch. he even asks you which body wash youâre currently using âwhich is none yet because trying not to laugh is revealing to be harder than you thought. heâs truly finding the most random topics to fill the silence.
and the talking does finally stop, but itâs replaced by jackâs whistling, clearly out of things to say. yet you know your boyfriend better than he thinks so you know very well what heâs thinking about.
âyou still there, jacky?â you call wittingly. you can see his blurry figure through the shower curtain, an excited nod coming from his silhouette.
and you bite your lip as one of his hands reaches to scratch at the back of his neck. âi guess iâll go now. uhm⊠iâll wait for you to come out. iâll get us take out, anything youâre craving? because if you want thereâs a new italian place down the street that luke suggested to me and he says it's really good, so i think maybeââ
omg heâs so cute.
you pull the curtain back, just with your head peeping out to find jack with one hand hovering the door handle, still lingering around.
âjacky?â
âyeah baby, whatâs up?â
âdo you want to shower with me?â
and like a kid opening presents on christmas morning, his eyes light up so quickly. his head shakes with an overly enthusiastic nod, and heâs already clumsy in pulling off his clothes that he almost trips getting his sweatpants off. youâre not surprised at all, the lack of grace and coordination are not exclusive to when heâs on the ice.
a stupid, wide, boyish grin spreads over his lips when he finally steps into the shower in front of you.Â
âhi, baby,â he grins, leaning forward to hold your face in his hands and peck your nose.
âyou know, if you wanted to join me, you couldâve just asked.â your smile now matching his. jack squishes your cheeks between his palms, âwell, whereâs the fun in that?â
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As much as I agree with the sentiment, we have to ask ourselves the question: but does it work?
Because, one way or another, no matter how cool all the swirly moves look, we have to understand that by tying a length of rope to a throwing dagger we haven't so much invented some new, unheard of wunderwaffe, as we have a throwing dagger with a length of rope tied to it.
Now, let us consider the wider ramifications of this breakthrough in weapons development, namely: how do we use this bloody thing
1. We could do acrobatics with it, as shown on the video. This works amazingly well, so long as your opponent happens to be a ceramic pot hanging from a frame.
2. We could throw it, much as one would throw a dagger. The problem with this is, it will be considerably less convenient to throw â and, once thrown, perform worse than a normal dagger â on account of the length of rope we have tied to it.
3. We could use it to stab or slash, again, much in the same way as one would use a dagger. This generally works, but your performance will be diminished by virtue of a length of rope hanging from your hand, getting in the way of fighting
So far, it's looking dangerously like we have created a worse throwing dagger. It can, however, do some things a regular dagger cannot:
4. We could use the length of rope to swing the dagger around, giving it extra range and velocity. This, once again, works extremely well when what you're trying to accomplish is decommissioning some pottery â when faced with an armed opponent, however, there arise a few difficulties which must be considered. For one, this opponent is very likely to get in the way of your swinging. This is good, no? That's what we want. Well, not exactly. To have any significant effect, our weapon has to hit with the actual dagger bit. Hold the rope too short, and you'll swing and miss. Hold it too long, and the dagger will pass by our opponent, the rope will catch onto him, causing the dagger to decelerate rapidly, and either wrap around, doing minimal damage, or lose momentum completely and fall to the ground. Either way, we no longer have a way of swinging the dagger around, as our opponent has now closed in, and presumably stabbed us in the kidney.
This leaves us with
5. Use our brilliant invention as an approximation of a rope sling, that is, swing it around in our hand to build up momentum, and release in the right moment to launch the dagger at our opponent. This has a similar effect as using a sling, but is hamstrung somewhat by the fact we have robbed ourselves of the range advantage of a sling, as well as the fact that our projectile will be handling worse on account of the rope tied to it (see: point 2)
Also, any use of armour by our opponent immediately renders our weapon useless in all the above cases, save the one where we resort to just stabbing the fellow.
In conclusion, what we have on our hands is essentially a nunchuck scenario â where the nunchucks are a stick made worse by cutting it in two and tying it back together with a bit of rope, this is a dagger made worse by tying it to a bit of rope, or, if you're not into that, a sling made worse by tying it to a bit of rope.
Demonstrating the rope dart (çč©æš; sheng2biao1)
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Ok so this might be very suggestive but imagine getting on the bus with hansol after a casual coffee date and the bus is crowded so you're standing in the standing area and he's standing facing u, kinda Like shielding u frm the crowd or smth & u r sharing earpods (đ”: double take ~ dhruv) & he's staring out of the window & you're staring at him and you randomly say 15. "youâre my favorite person, you know that?" Cuz u just realise u might still hv a crush on ur long term boyfriend
(This is my 5th ask pls bear with me i just love u too much)
Also I can get this look of his out of my mind
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the bus was packed, the kind of crowded where personal space became a luxury, and you found yourself standing shoulder to shoulder with strangers. it wasnât unusual, but today it felt different. maybe it was the warmth of the coffee date still lingering between you and hansol, or maybe it was the way he looked so effortlessly himself, casual and calm, as if the chaos of the world couldnât touch him.
he stood beside you, one hand gripping the railing above while the other tugged at his earphones. he handed you one without a word, the gesture so familiar it made your heart ache in the best way.
âthanks,â you mumbled, slipping the earbud in.
âyou donât even know what song it is yet,â he teased, his lips twitching into a small smile.
âdoesnât matter. your playlists are always good.â
the faint intro of be your everything by boys like girls filled your ears. you bit back a smile at the song choice, wondering if heâd put it on for you or if it was just a coincidence. hansol didnât say anything else, just turned to look out the window, his profile bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon.
you shifted slightly as the bus jolted forward, trying to steady yourself against the sway of the vehicle. the standing area was cramped, people pressed too close for comfort. and then it happenedâa sharp stop at a red light sent someone stumbling into you, their shoulder colliding with yours.
you stumbled forward, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you tried to regain your balance. hansolâs arm shot out instinctively, his hand catching your elbow and steadying you before you could fall.
âyou okay?â he asked, his voice low, filled with concern.
âyeah,â you breathed, your heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with the near fall.
he frowned slightly, his hand lingering on your arm for a moment longer before he shifted, stepping in front of you. âhere, stand like this,â he said, positioning himself between you and the crowd. his arm stretched out to hold the railing above your head, shielding you from the jostling around you.
you blinked up at him, surprised by the sudden closeness. âhansol, you donât have toââ
âjust in case,â he interrupted, his gaze flickering to yours briefly before returning to the window. âi donât want you getting bumped into again.â
the way he said it, so matter-of-fact and protective, made your chest tighten.
the song played on, and you found yourself more focused on him than the music. his eyes were distant, watching the buildings pass by, his expression soft and almost thoughtful. youâd known him for so long, but moments like this still caught you off guardâthe quiet way he cared, the little things he did without needing to be asked.
as the chorus swelled, you caught a lyric that made your breath hitch: âiâll be your shelter, iâll be your storm. iâll make you shiver, iâll keep you warm.â
something about those words hit you differently. they reminded you of everything hansol had been to you, everything he still was. he wasnât just your boyfriendâhe was your safe place, your calm in the chaos. and in that moment, staring at him as the music played on, you realized something.
you still had a crush on him. after all this time, after all the little moments and big ones, after heâd already become yours, the feeling hadnât faded. it had only grown, deeper and stronger, filling every corner of your heart.
the words were out before you could think. âyouâre my favorite person, you know that?â
hansol froze, his eyes flicking to yours, wide and disbelieving. âwhat?â
you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, but there was no taking it back now. âi said youâre my favorite person.â
his lips parted slightly, and for a moment, he just stared at you. then, slowly, a shy smile spread across his face, the kind that made your heart do flips. âme?â
you rolled your eyes, trying to play it off despite the fluttering in your chest. âobviously.â
he blinked a few times, his cheeks flushing a soft pink as he turned back to the window, suddenly unable to meet your gaze. âoh.â
you laughed softly at his reaction. âthatâs all you have to say? âohâ?â
he rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. âyou caught me off guard. i donât really know what to say.â
âyou donât have to say anything,â you said, your voice quieter now, more sincere. âi just⊠wanted you to know.â
hansol finally looked at you, his eyes warm and filled with something you couldnât quite name. âwell, for the record,â he said softly, âyouâre my favorite person too.â
the bus jolted again, but this time, you barely noticed. your hand brushed against his where it rested on the railing, and instead of pulling away, he let his pinky hook around yours, the small gesture sending a wave of warmth through you.
and as hansol glanced at you again, his lips twitching into a smile that was just for you, you knew one thing for sureâyouâd never stop having a crush on him. not now, not ever.
the song faded into the next, but neither of you moved to change it. the bus ride continued, but the world outside felt like it had fallen away, leaving just the two of you in this small, crowded space.
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Familiarity || Lia WĂ€lti x reader
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Summary Lia takes you to Switzerland for Christmas and thereâs a sense of home and familiarity when youâre there
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âIâm excited.â You reveal to Lia as you board off the plane.
Amongst all the nerves of meeting Liaâs family for the first time, there was a sense of excitement and belonging.
For Christmas this year, you and Lia decided to go to Switzerland.
Youâd been dating for a little over six months and decided it was the perfect time to meet lias family over in Switzerland.
It was also your first time in Switzerland which was a big thing for you.
Not only had lia felt it was time for you to meet her family, but she was also bringing you to her home country, something that was very precious to lia.
âI promise, theyâll love you. Just be yourself.â lia whispered, grabbing your hand as you walked off the plane. âWelcome to Switzerland, baby.â
âPleasure to be here.â You replied, a massive smile covering your face.
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Flakes of snow fell onto the ground as you left the airport, Lia flagging down a taxi.
Lia greeted him in German, thanking him for loading the suitcases into the boot before telling him the address to her parentâs house.
You squeezed Liaâs hand as you pulled up at the house.
âTheyâll love you, baby.â Lia said, calming your nerves.
Liaâs family were all waiting outside, their faces full of excitement.
Lia got out the car first, hugging her parents.
âY/N! Itâs so good to finally meet you.â Liaâs mum said, bringing you in for a hug. âThank you for making our Lia happy.â
âShe makes me just as happy.â
âNice to meet you, Y/N.â Liaâs dad smiled, hugging you.
Lia watched with hearts in her eyes at the interactions, her parents finally meeting the love of her life.
The rest of the afternoon went smoothly.
You got to know Liaâs parents a bit more before some of her extended family came over.
Liaâs mum was in the kitchen cooking so you headed through offering to help.
She took up your offer as you quickly swooped in and helped cut stuff up.
âLia seems so happy, thank you.â She said, tears welling in her eyes. âItâs hard, knowing weâre here in Switzerland and sheâs in England but when we saw how happy and safe she was with you, we didnât feel worried anymore, so we, as Liaâs parents, canât thank you enough.â
âSheâs the best thing to ever happen to me. I love her so much and Iâd protect her with my life. Thank you for letting me love her.â You told her, Liaâs mum bursting into tears as she hugged you.
âWhatâs going on here?â Lia asked, walking into the kitchen.
âYouâve found yourself a good one here, Lia.â Liaâs mum told her daughter, Lia just smiling at you as she nodded in agreement.
âI did.â
You decided to watch a movie before calling it a night and heading up to bed.
âSee, I told you theyâd love you.â Lia told you, your head resting on her chest as she stroked your hair.
âTheyâre so nice.â
âThey are. So, tomorrow weâre going snowboarding in the mountains. You donât have to do it if you donât want to. My cousins taking her daughter for the first time and invited us to join.â Lia explained, your face lighting up at the idea.
âIâd love to, baby. I havenât been snowboarding since I was little.â
âItâs settled. Weâll go snowboarding tomorrow.â
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âLove, do you want me to teach you howââ Lia began as you reached the top of the mountain but before she could say another word, you were gone.
You zoomed down the mountain gracefully with ease, even jumping a slope.
Liaâs jaw dropped as she saw you, not knowing you were good at it.
âMy dad used to take us to the mountains in Austria at least twice a year. Iâm a pro.â Youâd shrugged, finding Liaâs reaction amusing.
âY/N, that was amazing.â Liaâs younger cousin said.
She was cute, only about five.
âThanks, hun. You wanna go down with me? Here hold my hand. There we go, Iâve got you.â You said, holding her hands to balance her, the two of you going down a less steep slope.
Lia watched once more with hearts in her eyes as you played with the young girl.
Lia realised just how perfect you were.
Her family loved you, you were good with kids, just everything about you was perfect in Liaâs eyes.
âYou really love her, donât you?â Liaâs cousin questioned
âIâm going to marry her.â
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