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autumnleaves1991-blog · 3 years

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Could you do “does he make you feel as good as I do” with Will!? I’m so sorry...I’m on one today! 🌺

Pairing: Young! William Ironhead Miller x F! Reader

Warnings: 18 + only for language, yearning, fingering, and a surprisingly soft ending.

Captain Miller

You sat in the dark, seedy bar and listened to your friends complain about their lives. Children, husbands, sex; anything and everything you sat and just listened. "He didn't even make me cum," Marcie groans, taking her fourth shot of tequila.

"Damn, no man knows how to properly fuck a woman anymore," Julia sympathies, "it's like they can't even find a damn clitoris."

"He could," you whisper, and all three turn to stare at you.

"Who?" Charlie asks quietly.

You clear your throat and take another sip of your beer, "no one, forget I said anything."

"No," Marcie sits up, "tell us, who are you talking about?"

You open your mouth to speak, but the words die on your tongue, your throat goes dry. Unspeakable energy hums from the direction of the door, and you turn slowly behind you, the heat of his gaze already on you. "Him," you whisper, broken.

He looks damn good, even more delicious than the last time, and he smiles in your direction with a wink. One of the guys he's with claps him on the shoulder, and they meander over to the bar. "Who's that?" Charlie asks, all their eyes watching him.

"Captain William Ironhead Miller."

"Ironhead?"

"He’s in Delta Force; it’s his call sign." You stay silent, and you can't drag your eyes away from him. The way his shirt clings to his muscles, his arms threatening to break away from the fabric, trying to contain them. Those muscular legs that carried you wrapped like a monkey around his waist. You shiver, and almost like he can hear your thoughts, he turns.

Your eyes meet the blue of the sea, and you drown in the depth of his eyes. He whispers something to his friend, who nods before coming to walk over to your table. Your positive he can hear your heart beating loudly in your chest, and his smile widens when the others watch him with wide eyes.

"Hi, honey," he grins, putting one hand on the table and the other on the back of your chair. You can smell the cedarwood of his cologne, and he leans forward, putting his lips to your ear. "I missed you." You close your eyes and inhale a deep breath; you could get drunk on the raw masculine energy he exudes.

"Will," you should be embarrassed at the whimper of his name on your lips, but you don't even care. "Fuck, I missed you too." You feel him press a kiss to your cheek and pull away, grinning when you chase him with your lips.

"Is there somewhere we can talk alone? I don't want to get interrupted like last time." You frown, remembering the last time he blew into town while you were with another guy. Will had seduced you then, too, reducing you to nothing but a whore starved for his cock in the bathroom of another seedy bar.

"I'm here with my friends," you take a breath to clear your head, gesturing to the three women who have their eyes fixed on the two of you. "I can't just leave them."

"Go," Charlie urges, "We got the drinks this time."

"Yes, go," Julia smirks with a wink, "just call us later to make sure you got home okay." Fucking traitors.

He smirks and reaches for your hand, the spider has you in his trap now, and you're powerless to resist him. You stand and follow him out into the cool night air, "where are we going?" you ask quietly, and he remains silent.

When you reach his truck, he turns you, so your back is against the door before he leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss. You melt against him, and his hands wrap around your waist to prevent you from puddling on the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, moaning softly when you feel his tongue swipe over your bottom lip.

He takes your lip between his teeth and drags it out before releasing it with a pop. Your pupils are dilated, and you're sure you looked as wrecked as you feel, and he's barely touched you. He removes one hand, and you hear the click of the truck unlocking, "get in." He opens the door to the backseat of the cab, and you tremble, feeling him follow close.

He wastes no time pulling you across his lap and pressing you down, so you feel how much he wants you. The seam of his jeans bursting against your soaked panties. He takes your sundress and bunches it at your waist, dipping his fingers down the front of the elastic. "Fuck, honey," he groans, feeling how wet you are for him, "Is this all for me?"

You nod, the ability to form words long gone, as he strokes the fire between your thighs. All you can manage is a weak whimper of his name. He removes his hand, and you whine before the sound of your panties ripping breaks the silence. He bunches the fabric in his fist and brings it up to his nose, taking a whiff. "I didn't get to taste you last time, honey. Can I tonight?"

You nod, mouth-watering as you watch him tuck your panties in his pocket like a prize. "I'm gonna take you home tonight honey, no one is going to interrupt us this time. Tonight, you are mine." He lets his hands drift, and he dips two of his thick fingers inside you; you clench around him and drop your head back as he holds them still inside you, his thumb beginning to draw small circles on your clit.

"I want to take my time with you tonight," he begins to pull his fingers in and out of you slowly while his tongue licks the salty skin at your neck. "I'm going to make you cum so many times before I even give you my cock," you rock against his fingers, praying for more of his touch. He smiles against your neck and bites down hard enough to leave a mark, like a lion marking his territory. "That's it, ride my fingers," he praises as you move your hips a little faster.

His fingers are frozen, making you work for it. He pulls down the front of your dress with his other hand and lavishes your breasts with his tongue and teeth, leaving a trail all over your chest of his bites and bruises. "Will," you moan, his mouth latched onto your breast, "I need more, please."

He doesn't say a word, doesn't even acknowledge he hears you but suddenly curves his fingers, pressing right against your g-spot. "Oh fuck," you shatter, trembling so hard you may have blacked out for a minute. He drags your neck back and swallows your screams as he takes over, pumping his fingers into you, again and again, drawing out your orgasm.

When you come back down from the stratosphere, you smile softly at the smug look on his face. "Feel good, honey? Does he make you feel as good as I do?" He withdraws his fingers, and you watch as he sucks them clean, never taking his eyes off yours. "Mhmm," he groans, "you taste so fucking good, honey."

You swallow, finding the courage to speak, "I broke up with him that night. There hasn't been anyone else. Only you."

He's silent, watching you, always observing. He licks his lips before he speaks, only the slightest twinge of vulnerability in his tone, "no one else? That was almost six months ago."

"They weren't you," you whisper, and his eyes go soft for just a moment before they slip into that careful mask of the soldier.

"I'm getting deployed again," your heart sinks, "I may not come back." You understand what he's saying, that this may be all he can give you. America is his mistress, and she's the one he's going to fight in a war for. "But if I do," you feel the hope bloom in your chest, "then I want you. All of you, for as long as you'll want me."

"Then take me home Captain Miller. I'm already yours."

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carinyms · 3 years

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I've scrolled through a lot of discourse on episode 4 of Loki and I need to talk about it

(good lord its a whole essay im sorry)

I gave myself a headache from crying while watching this. (I joined the Loki fandom post-IW so I’ve never had to see him die before while emotionally invested and boy!!! Is it doing things to my fragile psyche!!). But now I’m rehydrated and more stable and ready to party so let’s go

Right off the bat, I loved this episode — loved it loved it loved it. Silly, manic in-shock Loki is gone and shit is getting real. My thought while watching this was truly “wow this is my favorite episode so far” and damn am I in a minority with this opinion lol.

So here’s my perspective on some of the discourse flying around, and just general thoughts

On the whole ‘Narcissist’ thing:

IMO, Mobius saying this means nothing: he’s mad and he’s spouted lies at Loki to push his buttons before (see: every interaction they’ve had since episode 1).

Loki saying this to Sif-- well, Loki is and always has been an unreliable narrator on himself. The major theme of this show is that he doesn’t really know who he is, deep down, and he’s trying to figure it out. The TVA is taking advantage of this, and even though he’s trying to stay above it all throughout the series, he's still in a really impressionable spot and absorbing what others tell him about himself. (not to mention this scene is literal torture and he’s already proven that he’ll say whatever he needs to to get out of it.)

But he does admit one true thing when he says “It’s because I’m scared of being alone.” (And like wow okay same don’t mind my tears) but here’s a big brain idea!

Sif pulls him up and says ‘You are alone, and you always will be’, which is like, WOW that’s cruel after what he said, but it makes me ask wonder: Sif is sentient in this scene, but obviously it’s not really her. Who’s controlling her? And why is it so important for them to make sure Loki thinks he’s alone? I’d go as far as to wager that Sif never even said this to Loki, the big bad made this up. (he admits he forgot about this ever happening, I doubt he’d remember what she said.)

I think the nexus event on Lamentis that caused the branch was two Loki’s joining sides. Or, Loki no longer being alone. Loki insists while talking to Mobius that “she’s not my partner!” but she was, and they were partners from the moment they grabbed hands on Lamentis — right when the timeline broke off. I think Loki variants teaming up is the biggest threat to whoever is pulling the strings here — that’s why the post-credit scene is so significant. (Is Loki the only person who has multiple variants of himself who've escaped the TVA?)

And here’s where I’m gonna get salty--so I apologize but i need to rant about this-- but it’s seriously pissing me off that so many people are intentionally reading this as Loki/Sylvie and then being mad about it when that’s clearly not what’s happening and why is everyone acting like Mobius with one angry jealous brain cell and no critical thinking about the context of the characters.

If people ship it that’s chill, but for the people who are against it—it’s clearly supposed to be platonic, and it’s so upsetting that in the year of our lord 2021 we still can’t have a man and woman hold hands without people saying it’s proof they want to f*ck each other, like what in the misogyny??? STOP. This show was written by a bi woman and Tom the-most-emotionally-sensitive-man-on-this-planet Hiddleston — let them display an intimate loving friendship goddammit. This isn’t romance, this is Loki learning how to admit he cares for someone who cares for him in return — something he hasn’t experienced a whole lot of and clearly doesn’t know how to navigate.

(You have permission to personally come at me if it actually turns out to be romantic by the end of the show—but as of right now I will die on this hill.)

Him putting his hands on her shoulders to me was a clear indication he wanted to hug her, and I’d like to think he would have told her he cares about her, and that they can figure it out together. Because these are two characters who’ve never had anyone else to rely on and trust, and for the first time they’re not alone.

And I have to think about what prompted this from Loki. He just lost Mobius the moment after he called him friend. The way I see it, he’s just realized the true gravity of what they’re up against, and Loki is suddenly very afraid of losing Sylvie too before he tells her cares about her, of dying truly alone because he never told anyone what they meant to him. (Don’t think about this in the context of him also having watched his entire family die knowing he never told Frigga or Thor how much he loved them either don’t think about it—) He’s realized, finally, that he has doesn’t have to be alone, that he can choose to be close to people and have friends. And god it’s so heartbreaking that he never got to hug her or have that moment with her. I really hope they get that in the end. I hope he gets it with Mobius. I hope they have a group hug. I'm upset again.

Okay, deep breath, ANYWAY.

Hopefully this didn’t come off as attacking anyone else’s opinions.

Personally, I love this character so much, I’m just so happy to be seeing him in his own storyline that they can’t go wrong here. Objectively I think the production is amazing, and personally I love they way Loki’s character has been explored so far. (Yea yea, was I HOPING that the bad-memory loop would morph into Sanctuary and Thanos and like a full exploration of his true worst memories? Yes but let’s be honest my whump needs will never be met in canon and I have to accept that lol.)

Honestly I left all my own meta about this character at the door when the series started, because for me the opinions I’ve formed from the hundreds of (amazing) fics and meta I’ve read on this character and what’s true in canon are basically inseparable at this point, and no portrayal is going to live up to the way Loki exists in my head. Canon Loki and fic Loki are two different characters and I can enjoy both at the same time :) I’ve just loved seeing the character get given the different dimensions he deserves, and written by people who care about his story.

Also, it’s not over! If he was dead and this was it I’d be very upset, but this is the rock bottom of the storyline, and I think the whole next two episodes will be the build back up. I trust it’s gonna be worth it. SO hyped for flaming sword Loki. I would die for Sylvie, but I’m excited to see him on his own again.

My current most pressing questions are:

-what was the fallout of Sylvie’s bombing the timeline? (Have we seen that yet, am I just dumb and missing something?)

-Obviously, who’s behind it all? (Kang? Is there a head honcho Very Evil Loki at the top?)

-How much does Ravonna actually know, and to what extent is she just a pawn too? She asked Sylvie to prune her— she’s probably also been duped here.

-Is everything we learned about the sacred timeline BS? How much of what the TVA workers believe is real?

-my favorite theory so far is that the war of the timelines miss minutes talks about hasn’t actually happened yet, maybe making setting that into motion is the true endgame, leading into Multiverse of Madness?

(Side note: holy HELL im so excited for this soundtrack to drop on Spotify. It’s SO AMAZING I had CHILLS in the end credits.)

Open invitation to discuss anything with me if you feel inclined! :)

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bts-reveries · 4 years

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mini me | 23 2/3

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After Youngdo picked up your son, you got ready. You could’ve came with him, but you had other plans.

You felt as if you were getting ready for a date. I mean, that’s kind of the plan. In one way or another.

As far as he knows, the plan is to drop off Youngjae at his house, where he’ll be watched by his grandma of course. Then, you two will meet at your spot to have a talk. Something you’ve been thinking about for quite a while now.

You thought it would be a good idea to get something from the bakery, not exactly a cake since it’s not your anniversary, but Sohyun’s special cupcakes should do.

Quickly touching up your face and hair, you grabbed your things and headed out to go to 24/7 Heaven.

“Hey. Looks like you're in a good mood,” Yoongi says when you walk in. He was at the register this time.

“Going on a date, I guess you could say,” you tell him. His eyes go wide.

“Taehyung seriously never tells us anything anymore. No wonder he’s not here,” he says, shaking his head. You wave your hands at him, shaking your head as well.

“No no, it’s not with Taehyung,” you say, laughing awkwardly.

“Oh… okay. Youngdo?” He says, you nod your head.

“It’s a big day, I need some of Sohyun’s special cupcakes,” you say, looking around. Yoongi nods his head and goes over to take a box of them.

He kept quiet about what you just mentioned, telling you to enjoy your day instead.

You quickly pay and thank Yoongi, saying ‘I’ll see you later’ when you walk out. He smiles, waving back at you before sighing, turning to walk into the kitchen to tell Sohyun what had just happened.

When you got to the park where you and Youngdo were supposed to meet at, you took a deep breath, taking a look at yourself in the mirror before grabbing the box of cupcakes and heading out of your car.

Youngdo was sitting on the bench, on his phone, when he looked up to see you walking towards him, a smile on his face.

“You brought something?” He asks, reaching out for the box in your hand.

“Yeah, cupcakes,” you say, handing it to him.

“Ah, chocolate, my favorite. Sit down,” he says, and you sit down on the bench with him.

“Did you and Youngjae get home okay?” You start, taking one of the cupcakes out of the box. Youngdo nods.

“Yeah, he was making cookies with mom before I left. He wants to watch movies tonight so he said he has to make snacks for us to eat,” he laughs. “We’re excited.” You couldn’t help but be happy for the two of them. It was pleasing to your ears to hear and your eyes to see how happy he genuinely was.

“I’m glad he’s enjoying it at your place,” you say. He nods, grabbing one of the cupcakes in his hand as well.

“So what did you want to talk about?” He asks. You laugh at his question.

“I thought you said you knew?”

“Is Hana with you?” Taehyung asks, talking to Yoongi on the phone. Yoongi chuckles at the end of the line.

“Hello to you too. Why aren’t you at work?”

“Answer my question first,” Taehyung says, clearly pouting.

“Taehyung you can’t just come to work whenever you want--”

“I told Sohyun that I’m having a bad day, she said I can have the day off,” Taehyung interrupts, the only thing he had in his mind was how you didn’t quite respond to his question about taking her out on a date yet. He’s feeling quite rejected.

“She really just lets you do whatever you want-- well…” Yoongi says, stopping when he realizes that she probably does that because he doesn’t work too well in the kitchen in the first place. “Anyways, Hana is at Namjoon’s. Why?”

“I miss hanging out with her. Basically all my nieces and nephews. I feel like I haven’t spent too much time with them because I’ve been with Yn and Youngjae lately. I would take all of them out but they outnumber me and I don’t think I can handle both Haneul and Mingyu at once, it would be even harder if I had all the kids with me. So I was going to go one by one, but I guess I’ll take Hana and Moonji out together. Is that okay hyung?”

“Yeah, that’s good with me, just make sure to ask Joon too. Don’t just kidnap the kids. But also, I like how you’re still attempting to maintain your job as the favorite uncle. Unlike your other j--”

“Okay bye hyung~”

“I’ve never been to this park,” Hana says, holding onto Taehyung’s hand as they take a walk through a new park.

“Me neither, it’s nice though right?” Taehyung says, Hana nods, and so does Moonji, who’s holding onto Taehyung’s other hand.

“Let’s sit there!” Hana yells, pointing to an empty bench under the beautiful trees.

“Good idea, we can have our lunch there.” Hana giggles, letting go of Taehyung’s hand and running to the bench before anyone can take it and Moonji follows along.

“Uncle Taetae, kimbap please!” Moonji yells, holding her hands out. It’s a favorite snack among the group if you haven’t noticed.

Taehyung takes his bag off, putting it on the bench and taking out a couple of bento boxes. He hands them to the kids and sits in between them.

“Thank you!” The girls both yell. Taehyung’s heart instantly fluttered at his cute nieces. Oh how he missed spending time with them.

“Did you guys miss hanging out with me as much as I did with you?” He asks. Moonji nods her head.

“You don’t play with us that much anymore,” Hana says, popping a kimbap into her mouth with her little hands.

“You play with Youngjae more now,” Moonji adds on. Taehyung pouts.

“Do I really? I’m sorry,” he says, wrapping his arms around the two girls and pulling them close.

“I’ll make sure I hang out with all of you evenly, okay?” He says. Hana and Moonji nod excitedly, glad to have their uncle back.

Taehyung then hears a familiar laugh in the distance and his head unconsciously looks for the voice. Immediately landing on you.

You were facing a man and he knew right away who that man was. His heart sank a little. The two of you seemed to be on a date and you seemed to be enjoying it a lot. He realizes that that might be the reason why you didn’t respond to him.

“What are you looking at?” Hana asks, looking at the direction where Taehyung was looking.

“Nothing,” he quickly says, grabbing her attention back to look at him.

“I’m just thinking about how much more time I have now, to spend with you two,” he says, glancing back up at you. “That’s all.”

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momoshin · 3 years

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45, 52 and 62 for Lia would be so good I think. She doesn't strike me as the type to get mad often, so it would be interesting 🤔🤔🤔

the chilly, salty air tickles your exposed skin as it gets darker in the beach. your first outing of the summer with your friends, it had been a long wait since finals were truthfully kicking your ass, no time to even talk to each other except for planning your little get together roughly, hell, if you were able to call your girlfriend for a few minutes every night was a miracle. and the final’s stress along with her absence was driving you insane, you wanted both to be able to just lay in bed and kiss her numb forever, but to also have her fuck the stress out of you, and sadly you now realize maybe you’d have to wait for both of those until you and your friends part ways.

“you cold baby?” her hand is between your thighs, way too close to your center that was only covered by your flimsy bikini bottoms, the touch is burning and you inevitably grab it and entangle her fingers with your own, laying your head on her shoulder all just to prevent her from moving and touching anything else, yeah, that was probably it.

“m fine” kissing her naked shoulder, you reassure her with a tight smile.

“hey” she starts, putting her hand right where you took it out of

“not here” you respond, so low you’re wondering if she even heard you, but she did, like she always does. and with a bitter chuckle she’s turning around to face your friends that are just a little bit further away, not paying attention at your conversation and just talking as a group.

“are you sure” she whispers, getting closer to you to lower her voice even more as she talks directly into your ear. “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

you bite your lip at the thought, because the offer is tempting, very, and you want nothing more than that, but you don’t trust yourself to stay quiet all the time, to not rat the two of you out to your friends and embarass the two of you in front of them. the time it takes you to think, she uses it to drag her hand closer until its just beside you clothed cunt, no longer at your thigh, or far enough to let your breathe, you’re sure she can feel the palpitations on the back of her hand. she takes your silence as a yes, along with the already uncomfortable shifting you were doing in the beach chair, looking for some sort of friction whether it was against her hand or not.

“my my, you’re so wet baby, what’s this all about?” her one finger is running up and down your folds slowly, spreading the slick around as she watches your face contort, feeling tortured, teased. and she barely touches your clit when you jolt, startled, and whimper slightly before covering your mouth with your hand, if anyone asked, you’ll just say you but your tongue, hopefully they wouldn’t notice that you hadn’t touched food at all. “tell me”

“you- you look good in that thong” she smiles proudly when you stutter, knowing the bathing suit was the right choice. your eyes are pleading for her to do something else, the slow, soft motions are driving you insane and it elicits at least two more whimpers, each longer than the other but still so so soft that thankfully your friends couldn’t hear. “please”

“please what?”

“stop teasing me” you scoff, pouting

“you don’t like it?” she asks, teasing even with her tone, she slides a finger terribly slowly inside. not moving it at all, just burying it inside you to the hilt, causing you to fist your fingers and bite one of them, rolling your eyes and fisting the beach chair in your other hand. you really, really hope your big ass tshirt is enough to cover everything from everyone else.

“no” you choke back a moan, just to let it out only for her to hear when she shortens the gap between your faces, you could feel her breath and so could she, she’s doing all of this on purpose, and your throbbing pussy hurts more than it has all these days of being touch deprived. “please move, please”

“If you don’t like my teasing” she starts, smirk plasted proudly on her lips “then why are you moaning?”

“fuck you” avoiding the question, you wrap a hand around her wrist, looking at her deep in the eyes when you start moving it for her, biting your lips and throwing your head back instantly when you feel her finger graze against your warm, tight walls.

“y/n. stop.” you know she won’t exactly stop you, this will just give her a reason to punish you afterwards, so all she does is warn you to make sure you understand what’s coming. but you’re too desperate to stop. you can’t hear her, your ears ringing as her long finger finally touches that spongy-spot that drives you insane, and you sigh, quickening the pace, too much too fast that the two of you can hear the wet noises, and you’re so immersed in the feeling that you no longer care if your friends too can hear.

“don’t you dare” she warns, voice stern and laced with authority as she feels your walls tightening around her finger and you letting out soft little hums into her ear. “y/n, if you cum right now so help me god”

“im sorry, i cant-“

“don’t. cum” she says again, but its too late, you’ve hidden your head in the crook of her neck, slightly shaking with the orgasm as she can feel your juices trickling around her finger. “you’re so fucking in for it”

“are you mad” there’s a mischievous smile on your face, your hand cupping under her jaw to bring her forward and kiss her, but she doesn’t respond to your lips, skin too hot with anger to even process.

“you tell me”

“god, you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” you giggle against her lips, gasping when she rips her hand out of your bottoms and snaps up, taking your hand with her and dragging you along to your friends.

“guys we really need to go there’s been an emergency please text us when you get home” and with that she quickly grabs your belongings, trudging to her car with you dragged along, and throws you into the front seat.

“we’ll see who’s cumming tonight-“

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freddiesaysalright · 4 years

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Part of Your World - Chapter 1

Ben!Prince Eric x Mermaid!Reader

Summary: Prince Ben is trying to escape an arranged marriage. A young mermaid wants to escape the sea. Their paths cross and they may just be what the other is looking for.

Word Count: 4.5k

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A/N: The second installment of my fairy tale/Disney AUs! I hope y’all enjoy Ben in the role of Prince Eric, with a twist on the story you know :)

Warning(s): None!

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Chapter 1 here we go!!!

Ben ran. His heart pounded and his lungs ached as he sprinted through the market toward the harbor. This was his last chance. Princess Dana was the last eligible match for him and he didn’t like her. And he took his father’s threat - “So help me, if you don’t like this one, I will choose a woman for you!” - very seriously. So, his only choice was to escape.

He leapt over a cart of cabbages and skidded to a halt.

“Watch it!” the cabbage merchant warned.

“Sorry,” Ben said.

He wasn’t accustomed to being spoken to so harshly, but he had disguised himself well. He was in his worst clothes, with no jewelry, and had mussed up his hair. He didn’t look anything like a prince. He glanced back the way he came, and breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t being followed.

He took a moment to scan the harbor and find out which ships were leaving. It didn’t matter where they were going, he was getting on it. He spotted a ship at the very end of the row which was being loaded by several men that appeared to be crew members. Ben looked back once more for good measure. With dread, he saw palace guards.

“Damn,” he hissed, and took off toward the ship, hoping they hadn’t caught sight of him.

He approached slowly. He couldn’t reveal himself to be a runaway or they might not take him. The first crewman he saw was actually not a crewman at all. It was a woman. She was strong and tall, but with a soft, delicate face, tanned from the sunny days at sea.

“Excuse me,” Ben began, and she faced. “Is there room on your ship for one more?”

She looked him up and down.

“No,” she said flatly.

Ben winced and looked over his shoulder. The guards were getting closer.

“Please,” he continued. “It wouldn’t be permanent, I just need a ride out of here.”

“Ari, is this guy bothering you?” said another crewman as they approached.

Ben quickly realized he was mistaken before. All the people loading this ship were women.

The woman he first spoke to - Ari - shrugged. “Not really. Just needs a ride. No need to fret, Kay.”

Kay was short and thin, with her hair cropped almost to her scalp. She put her wide brimmed hat on and glared suspiciously at Ben.

“We don’t take men on our ship,” she said sternly. “It’s bad luck.”

Ben raised an eyebrow. He had always heard the opposite. But then again, that was from ships with crews of men. Perhaps having a mixed ship at all was what brought bad luck.

“As I told your friend here, it wouldn’t be permanent,” he said. “I really just need to get away from these shores.”

He looked back again at the steadily approaching guards. They were buying him time since they were stopping to ask so many people. Ari and Kay exchanged a look.

“Are you in trouble for something?” Ari asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Ben said hesitantly. “You’re the only ship that’s leaving this morning. Please.”

“Now that’s something we understand,” Ari said. “Come on, let’s go speak to the captain.”

“Ari!” Kay cried in protest. “He - he’s - he’s a he!”

“I know, but he’s in a pinch,” Ari said. “We may be pirates, but we’re not heartless.”

Ben stopped dead. “Hold on. Pirates?!”

“Duh,” Kay said, rolling her eyes. She pointed to the mast. “Black sails, genius.”

Ben followed the direction of her finger and saw that she was right. He had totally missed the black sails. It seemed foolish now since they stuck out against the bright blue sky. But this was his only chance.

“Hope you’re not scared,” Kay mocked.

He shot her a glare. “I’m not scared!”

“Prove it,” she returned.

He straightened his shoulders and followed Ari. Kay walked behind him, and he could feel her smirking. He braced himself for whoever this captain may be. He knew now that it would be a woman, but what would she be like? Probably unlike any woman he had ever met before.

As he boarded, everyone on deck turned eyes on him. He gulped. These women looked fierce. Mean, even. Especially with the myriad of weapons hanging off each person. He was intimidated. They began to whisper as he passed.

Ari led him over to the captain’s quarters. He took a deep breath to calm himself while she knocked three times on the hard, wooden door.

“Yes?” came a smoky voice from within.

“Captain Behati?” Ari said. “We need your approval for something.”

“Can it wait?” the captain returned. “I’m busy.”

“Unfortunately, there’s a time limit,” Ari replied.

Ben was startled at how quickly the door was snatched open. There stood a tall, beautiful woman, with deep, dark skin. Her hair was twisted into locks that trailed all the way down to the small of her back. Her eyes were a rich brown that reminded Ben of cocoa. Her demeanor was regal and commanding. When she spotted him, he took a step back.

“What is this?” she snapped. “A man on my ship?”

“He’s in trouble with the law,” Ari said. “Could we give him a lift?”

Behati looked intently at him. “A lift where?”

“Dunno,” Ben shrugged. “Just anywhere but here.”

“Give me a reason to help you,” she said.

“I’ve got gold,” he told her. “Lots of it.”

“Now you’re speaking my language, boy,” she laughed. It was a pleasant sound, and he relaxed. “How much do you have on you?”

He dug his coin pouch out of his knapsack and tossed it to her. “Take as much as you like.”

Her eyes roved over him skeptically. “You’re awfully confident - and careless - with your money.”

“Money doesn’t matter much to me,” he said.

In truth, Ben fully intended to find his way back to his home. He just needed his parents to understand - he couldn’t marry someone he didn’t love. Especially these princesses who were duller than sand and had no sense of adventure. They all droned on about being ready to settle down and have children, but that wasn’t what Ben wanted right now. He wanted a partner, who would travel the world with him, who wanted to see more beyond the society she already knew.

He looked back to the harbor and saw the approaching guards.

“Really need a decision here, Captain,” he said.

She glanced over and saw them as well. “The gold will do. Hide below deck.”

He hurried to obey, led by Ari. It was much darker down there, since the only light came from the sun peeking through the cracks between the boards. But it also meant he could listen. He heard the guards march up onto the ship and come to a short stop.

“We’re looking for someone,” said a guard. “A young man. He’s needed for duties at home.”

“There are no men allowed on my ship,” Behati spat back. “I suggest you disembark as well.”

“You haven’t seen anyone?” the guard pressed.

“No, now remove yourself,” she ordered. “Before I change my mind about killing you.”

“Y-you wouldn’t dare,” the guard returned.

Ben heard the swish of a sword being drawn. He guessed it was Behati’s since he heard the heavy boots of the soldiers shuffle backward.

“You can’t even imagine the things I’d dare to do, soldier,” she said. “Get off my ship. We’re leaving.”

There was a moment’s hesitation and then they all paraded off. When the last of the steps started to die down, Ben went to poke his head out. Behati grabbed his face and forced him back down.

“Stay there until we’re out of sight, fool,” she hissed. “They may be watching.”

Ben frowned, but did as she said.

He heard the crew women putting everything in order for the departure. It was still another half hour before they were moving, though. It was a slow, steady pace to get out of the harbor. Ben peeked out from the canon holes to see their progress. With a twinge of fear, they were away from the harbor, and he was outside of his father’s rule. On the other hand, it also meant he was outside of his father’s protection.

Ari retrieved him when he was permitted to emerge. The sun was bright and the breeze was cooling. The salty sea air whipped his hair and coat around.

“What’s your name, by the way?” Ari asked politely.

“Um, it’s Eric,” he lied.

The last thing he needed to do was reveal his true name to a bunch of pirates. He’d become a ransom so fast his head would spin.

“Okay, Eric,” she said. “Why were palace guards looking for you?”

“Am I really to be subjected to interrogations from pirates?” he challenged. “It’s my business.”

She put her hands up innocently and raised her eyebrows. “Just making conversation.”

With that, she walked away, going to help Kay with some of her work. Ben went to the starboard side, toward the bow, and rested his elbows on the ledge, looking out. The open water, with nothing around for miles, looked like freedom to him.

“Hey, boy!” Behati called, and he turned to face her. She pushed some rope into his hands. “If you’re staying, you’re working. We’re not a cruise ship.”

He smiled. “Yeah, alright.”

She scoffed and shook her head. “Just get started.”

“Can I ask you something?” he wondered.

“You can, but I’m under no obligation to answer you,” she returned with a smirk.

“Fair,” he conceded. “But, where exactly are we going?”

“Where we’re always going,” she said. “To find the sea witch.”

Ben blinked. “I’m sorry - the sea witch?!”

***

“Come on, Lorelai, don’t be such a guppy!” you teased.

She swam on behind you and frowned when she caught your eye.

“I’m not a guppy!” she insisted, tail flicking with indignation. “I just don’t see why you’re so obsessed with shipwrecks.”

“They’re the only exciting things that happen here!” you said. “What else do we do?”

“Plenty!” she insisted. “Most of it safely away from human nonsense!”

“You sound like my father,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

“Well, King Triton is a smart man, Y/N, maybe you should listen to him.”

You ignored her and kept swimming. This shipwreck was fairly new, but it was close to the shore, which made it dangerous. At least for you. For the humans aboard, it usually meant they survived and returned to land safely. For you to approach it meant it was easier for humans to spot you.

As you and Lorelai got closer, you reverted to sign language. All merpeople followed this practice when approaching shallow waters. To avoid detection by humans, remaining silent was necessary. Especially around a shipwreck. Treasure hunters lingered, and a real live mermaid would be viewed as a greater treasure than all the gold in the world.

You swam through one of the portholes and into the ship. There was rarely anything of interest on the deck of an old ship. Mostly just split wood. The humans always kept their things below. You went first to a pile of things that shone. You had a few friends who had interacted with humans before, and you sometimes asked them to identify things for you. According to them, humans used these utensils to eat.

Fascinating! You signed to Lorelai.

It was her turn to roll her eyes.

You moved on together after you stuffed one of the items in your bag.

The next thing you found was what appeared to be jewelry. It was a necklace, but it wasn’t made from anything you had ever seen before. All your jewelry was made from pearls, but this gem was shinier. It was completely reflective, like glass. But it wasn’t see-through.

What do you suppose this is? You signed.

You looked up to see Lorelai’s expression. She wasn’t paying attention. Her eyes were turned upward, where a shadow was approaching. The wide shape with the pointed end was all you needed to know. A ship was coming. And that meant you had to get out of here fast.

Lorelai started out, heading back the way you had entered. She flinched back when something whizzed past her and lodged into the ocean floor beneath the ship. A thick rope was in front of her, taut. She shot you a terrified glance. Humans were here.

You both swam hard back toward the porthole, racing for the safety of deeper water. Only, another harpoon came hurtling down. You watched with horror as it snagged Lorelai’s braid, pinning her down. You flew to her side and tried to tug the weapon free, to no avail.

“Y/N!” she cried, panic making her forget the sign language protocol. “Go get something to cut me free!”

“Right!” you returned, and bolted back inside.

You returned to the utensils and looked wildly around. There had to be something strong enough to cut rope down here. You grinned when you spotted a dagger - still sheathed - in the corner of the room. Snatching it up, you hurried back to Lorelai.

You came back in time just to hear her scream as the harpoon was being drawn back up toward the surface. You swam determinedly to her, faster than the harpoon was moving. Whipping out the dagger, you brought it down hard against the rope.

That didn’t work. It bounced, forcing your arm back much to your surprise. You looked between the dagger and the rope, astonished.

“Y/N, hurry!” Lorelai urged.

“I’ll have to cut your hair!” you cried.

“I don’t care, just get me out of here, we’re almost to the surface!”

It was a struggle to keep swimming and grab her braid in one hand with the dagger in the other. You brought the sharp end to the side of her braid and began sawing at the strands. It was a bit sad - Lorelai had such beautiful turquoise hair - but you couldn’t think about that now. Hair could grow back. If a fisherman caught her, she would be gone forever.

“Y/N!” she sobbed as you began rapidly approaching the surface.

If you broke through, it would mean trouble.

“I’m almost done!” you assured her.

You could feel the heat of the sun. You pushed hard with the knife through the final strands of the braid and the tension broke. She was free.

You couldn’t celebrate just yet. Taking her hand, you tugged her back down into the depths with you. As fast as you could go, you hurried away from the ship. Fisherman had all sorts of contraptions beyond harpoons, and you weren’t sure you’d be so lucky again. So, you weren’t waiting around. You and Lorelei swam and swam and swam until your abdomens ached with the effort. There was no sign of the fishermens’ ship.

You came to a stop, panting. Lorelai still had tears in her wide eyes. Without a word, you embraced each other and let out your relief. You held her as she cried. It was such a close call, you understood her fear. You were just as afraid, but you wanted to be strong for her.

“Do you see why they’re so dangerous, Y/N?” she sniffled. “Humans just want to hurt us.”

“Be fair, Lo,” you replied gently. “There are good ones. Like Captain Behati.”

“She’s just a legend!” Lorelai snapped. “I know it’s all interesting to you but look what almost happened! I could have been caught!”

“I’m sorry,” you said earnestly. “But I just think if we all understood each other, we could co-exist!”

She narrowed her eyes at you.

“If that wasn’t a wake up call, Y/N, then I don’t even know what to do with you,” she said.

With that, she turned tail and stormed off. You watched her fins disappear around a reef with a sigh.

In all honesty, you didn’t believe most humans to be these evil creatures on the hunt for merpeople. Fishermen were usually just looking for fish. Lorelai was just - quite literally - caught in the crossfire. In fairness to Lorelai, she wouldn’t have been there if it weren’t for you insisting she come with you to explore. You headed home, prepared to apologize.

On your way, you stopped by your cove. It was the place you kept all the human stuff you found. The only people who knew about it were you and Lorelai. As your best friend, she had vowed to keep your secret, even if she didn’t understand.

This was the one place you felt free. Free to be yourself and explore your interests. Surrounded by all these human artifacts - books, utensils, figurines, and so much more - was where you were authentically you.

Your favorite thing to do was tinker. Human objects did such wondrous things. You weren’t sure how everything worked, and plenty of things were damaged beyond repair, but every time you made a discovery, it sent such a thrill of joy through you that made you do flips. How could humans be so bad if they made things that created such joy?

You spent a few hours in your solace before returning to the palace. Lorelai needed time to cool off before she would be able to accept your apology. Plus, you were certain word had gotten out about what happened, and you had to mentally prepare yourself for the lecture you were going to get from your father.

You went willingly to the throne room first. You peered around the corner through the door and spotted your father already seated there. He was twirling his trident between his fingers, which you knew to be a sign of irritation. He must know. You decided to play dumb anyway.

“Hello, Father,” you greeted brightly as you swam up. “I’m looking for Lorelai. Have you see-”

“Y/N, what is wrong with you?!” he cried, exasperated. “Why must you always go looking for trouble?”

“I - what do you mean?” you returned innocently.

“You know very well what I mean, young lady!” he shouted. “You took Lorelai to that shipwreck and nearly got her captured by humans!”

You sighed.

“In fairness, I didn’t know the fishermen would show up,” you said.

“That’s your argument?!” he returned. “Are you serious, Y/N?!”

“But I -”

“I don't want to hear any more out of you!” he cut across you. “You know the rules. Only those with permission to do so may make contact with humans. And only out of necessity! And last time I checked, you’re not on that list! You are forbidden from going to any more shipwrecks!”

You folded your arms across your chest defiantly.

“I didn’t make contact on purpose!” you argued. “Besides, we got away! Everything was fine! You can’t punish me for a close call!”

“Oh, yes I can!”

“No you can’t!” you insisted. “I’m a grown woman now, Father! I don’t have to take your orders if I don’t want to!”

“Well, then, if you will not respect my authority as your father, perhaps you will understand the law of the sea,” he warned. “No one is to approach shipwrecks as long as they live under my ocean! And no one has permission to contact humans under ANY circumstances! You may be my daughter, but you are also my subject, so the laws still apply to you!”

Your mouth fell open.

“That’s not fair, I -”

“It is perfectly fair!” he interrupted again. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my merpeople safe! I will not have another incident like today!”

“But nothing -”

“Nothing happened this time!” he said. “It is unlikely we will be that fortunate again! Now, leave me! You have a friend you owe an apology to.”

You huffed and turned your back to him. You swam out and toward Lorelai’s house. Your father was right about that last part. The rest of it, you absolutely did not agree with. It felt like he was throwing his weight around as king to punish you. You knew that going to shipwrecks was risky, but it wasn’t inherently bad, nor did it always mean interaction with humans. In fact, today was the only time you had experienced that, and you’d been going through shipwrecks for years.

You knocked softly on Lorelai’s door.

“Lo?” you said. “It’s me.”

The door swung open and she appeared there.

“Hey,” she said.

“Look, I’m so sorry about earlier,” you said. “I should never have put you in danger like that, and I feel terrible about it. Are you okay?”

She nodded as a small smile claimed her lips.

“Yeah,” she said. “Still a little shaken, but I’m alright. If you hadn’t been there, I would have been a goner.”

“You wouldn’t have been there if I hadn’t nagged you into coming along,” you returned. “The point is, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Apology accepted,” she said. “How’d your father handle it?”

“It was terrible!” you told her.

You explained what he said and the new rules. She looked sympathetically at you.

“I know it’s hard, Y/N, but honestly it’s for the best,” she said. “Everyone will be much safer if we keep to ourselves.”

You decided it was better not to argue. You said goodbye and promised to stop by the next day to check on her. She really did seem okay. Frustrated and annoyed, you headed back to your collection cove. You needed to cool down after so much arguing.

Relieved to be alone and in your happy place, you relaxed against the center stone that served as your chair. You looked around at your glittering collection. Yes, you had plenty of things here, but you wanted more. There was so much still to learn and explore. There was still room on the shelves for human things. There was still something missing.

You looked up toward the surface. A whole world existed up there. Something foreign and intriguing and adventurous. So much more out there than what you had in the familiar corners of the ocean. You had to see it somehow.

The cove had a tunnel that led all the way up to the surface. You liked to watch the waves rise and fall and reflect the sunlight. Looking up there always made you so hopeful. Even though your father had made these silly rules, you still hoped that someday you would find your way to the human world and experience it for yourself.

As you watched the water, another shadow appeared. A ship. Something was different about this one. It gave you a new feeling, something stronger than any other ship you had seen before - not that there were many. Curiosity, as well as defiance of your father, drove you to push yourself upward and start swimming toward the forbidden free air. Your tail pushed the water and you began to leave the sea behind.

When you broke the surface, you sucked in a mouthful of air. You liked the air more than most merfolk. It was liberating to you to leave the water.

You realized you were mistaken earlier about the reflection on the water. The sun had gone down and the moon was hanging low in the sky. A ship with black sails was gliding through the waves. You followed it.

You saw the low lights from the ship shining on the inky water, and considered how mysterious the depths of it must be to the humans aboard. You swam closer, but stopped when you heard a shout from someone on deck. Holding your breath, you waited for something to happen. When you saw them dropping the anchor, you heaved a sigh of relief. They had not seen you.

Taking your life into your hands, you went even closer. You could hear them speaking now. You took hold of one of the ropes hanging down the side and began to climb it. There was a ledge where you could sit and peek through an opening. You bit your lip to keep yourself from grunting as you heaved yourself up.

It was the first time you had ever completely been out of water. It felt odd to be so dry, but you were excited. Your heart pounded, even faster than it had earlier during the attack with the harpoons. This was not something you were afraid of. It was thrilling.

You carefully took a seat on the ledge and slid as close as you dared. Turning slowly, you peered in, observing the group of humans gathered on the deck.

To your surprise, they were all women, except one. The man’s appearance struck you. He was beautiful to look at, with a strong jaw, a wide smile, and bright blonde hair. You watched him take a seat beside a tall woman, who had her arm around the thin one beside her.

“So, why does Captain Behati want to hunt the sea witch?” asked the man. “I didn’t think people believed in things like that.”

“If you’re going to be at sea, you better understand that believing in those things is a part of life,” said the tall woman. “Captain Behati hunts the sea witch because she must.”

“Why?” the man pressed. “What’s so important about it?”

“To break the curse,” the small woman answered. “You see, the captain was taken from her home by slavers, who were taking her to some foreign land, to sell her to people she had never seen.”

“She made a daring escape,” the tall woman continued. “Only, she was still in chains, and couldn’t swim. She was sinking slowly, slowly, until she saw...her.”

“Who?” the man asked.

“The sea witch,” the small woman said irritably. “Sycoria.”

“Sycoria told Behati she would give her the freedom she so desperately desired,” the tall one added. “But it came with a price. The captain could never set foot on land again. If she does, she will turn to dust, and her soul will belong to Sycoria.”

The man blinked with surprise. You were also a bit shocked at the story. You knew of Sycoria and the games she played with people’s lives, how she prayed on desperation, but you had no idea the legendary Captain Behati was one of her victims. Captain Behati was something of a myth among merpeople. Some claimed to have seen her and interacted with her, but officially, she was just a rumor. To realize you were on her ship was unbelievable. And you almost cursed because you could never tell anyone you had done this.

“That’s terrible,” the man said.

You liked the sound of his voice. It was deep and smooth. It reminded you of sunsets.

“That’s why we hunt her,” the tall woman said. “Kill the witch, and the spell is broken.”

“But why even return to land?” the man wondered. “Won’t she just be taken again?”

The women all laughed.

“Oh, you silly boy,” said the small one. “I’d like to see a man try to take Captain Behati prisoner now. She will kill him before he can even speak.”

Even though you still had not seen Captain Behati, you liked her. She clearly had the respect of her crew, and she was a force to be reckoned with. As powerful as the ocean herself.

Suddenly, there was a loud BANG. A flash appeared from a ways down the water. Another ship was nearing. Were you about to be caught in a much more serious crossfire?

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nalgenewhore · 4 years

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Slipping Through My Fingers - Thirteen

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter

warnings: hospital, nightmare

an: um....im not gonna say anything. just......hmm. oh! apparently if you listen hard enough, you can hear @shyvioletcat‘s heart breaking at some point :)

Lorcan was shaking. He couldn’t think - nothing was being processed as he stood and walked out of the hospital personnel filled room. The room his dead wife laid in.

People called after him, yelling his name as he ignored them and walked down one hall and then the next, following the red exit signs until he felt a cool breeze on his face.

The only thought running through his mind was that of their son, their baby. Not even a year old yet. So innocent, so unsullied by the plights of life. Oh, how Lorcan envied that child, that innocent little being.

He began the walk to his house, his feet having a mind of their own when they began running and he didn’t know how it seemed as though one second he’d been in the hospital and the next, he was raising his fist to their apartment door.

Their house was six kilometres from the hospital. And he’d gotten there in just over twenty minutes. He should’ve been falling to the hallway floors, but he didn’t.

Before he could knock, the door was yanked open and Rowan loomed there, fury like no other on his tattooed face. “Lorcan. What the fuck, where the fuck were you?”

Lorcan just shook his head, tears stinging his throat so hard he could barely speak or breathe. “Ko,” he whispered, just one syllable. He tried to take a step forward, but Rowan stopped him with the heel of his hand to Lorcan’s sternum.

“Lor,” his best friend said, pity swimming in his green eyes. Lorcan hated it. He wanted everyone’s stupid looks and whispers to just stop. “Lor, you can’t see him right now, he’s asleep.”

Sobs built in his chest and he almost broke down then and there. “Ro. Rowan,” he said, nearly hyperventilating. “Please, please let me see my kid. Please.”

Lorcan Salvaterre never said please. He’d also never been a widower before, maybe that had something to do with it. He couldn’t tell. Rowan looked between Lorcan and the bassinet Kohana was sleeping in before nodding defeatedly and letting him pass.

Lorcan walked over to his baby’s bassinet and picked him up and then cradled him against his chest. Slowly, he began to rock the babe, his tears finally coming and spilling down his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he whispered through the salty wetness. “I’m so sorry.”

Kohana whimpered and kicked out his chunky legs, waking up so Lorcan shifted to cradle him in his arms. His face scrunched up and tears pooled in his eyes - Essar’s eyes - at his daddy’s distress. Lorcan looked down at the child like he was his entire world, gently rocking him again.

The infant stopped crying and stared back up at Lorcan, his chubby hands batting the air above him. Moving to the glider, Lorcan rocked in the chair, finding it in himself to smile at his child. “Hi,” he whispered in his native tongue. He didn’t need Rowan or anyone else listening to his grief. Lorcan leaned down to press a kiss to Kohana’s forehead, inhaling that quintessential baby smell. “I’m sorry, coconut.” That was Essar’s name for Kohana. She said it was because he was round and brown like a coconut plus the start of his name sounded like it. “I’m so sorry mama’s gone. I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

“Lorcan-”

“Shh.”

“Lor,” Rowan sighed, ignoring Lorcan’s shushing. “We need to talk about this.”

“Shh,” Lorcan repeated, indicating the baby. “He’s sleeping.” Kohana was wide awake and gurgled happily, stuffing his hands into his mouth and smiling around the slobbery mess.

For the rest of the night, after his brothers had all come, whenever anyone tried to ask him anything or say anything, he would calmly shush them and direct their attention to Kohana.

Lorcan was changing Kohana when the kid’s gaze strayed to the side, his baby body squirming uncontrollably. “Whatcha looking at?” Lorcan asked him, snapping his son’s baby blue and otter onesie back up before scooping him up. “Whatcha looking at, huh?” Lorcan pressed a series of soft kisses across his plump cheeks. “What’s that?”

He bounced him as Kohana raised his little hand, reaching for something over Lorcan’s shoulder. Lorcan turned around just as his son said, “Mama!” He made a grabby motion with his hand and smiled, his four front teeth - bottom and top - on full display. “Mama!”

Kohana turned back to Lorcan, his eyes wide and serious. “Mama.” He promptly put his hand back in his mouth, steadily chewing on it.

“Yeah,” Lorcan whispered, staring at the picture of Essar smiling down at their newborn minutes after giving birth. “I know, kid.”

Lorcan woke with a start, shooting upright in bed. He panted, his skin clammy with sweat. Looking around, he didn’t recognize where he was. The bed he was in shifted when a dark haired woman sat up and tentatively reached out to him. Before she could touch him, Lorcan was out of bed, shaking his head as he backed up from her, eyes wide. “Don’t.”

“Lorcan,” Elide whispered, face stricken as she too climbed out of her bed, wearing his shirt.

“Elide, don’t,” he said again, holding a hand out to stop her. “Please, stop.”

Elide did stop, but didn’t return to bed, didn’t ignore him like he wanted. “Lorcan,” she said again, her eyes filling with tears. “Don’t do this. Don’t push me away.”

“I’m not,” he told her, his chest still rising and falling in an erratic pattern.

“You fucking liar,” she hissed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’ve been weird since dinner.”

Lorcan didn’t say a thing and she laughed, turning her eyes to the ceiling to stop her tears. “I’m not stupid,” she whispered. Elide shook her head and looked down. “I know you–”

He chuckled unkindly, “You don’t know me.”

“You are not as secretive or mysterious as you think,” she replied, ignoring the sharp sting of her heart. “Do you not think I can tell when you’re hiding something, Lorcan?”

“Stop saying my name like that,” he said, hating the disappointed, teacher tone. “I’m not one of your kindergarteners.”

“No, no, you are not,” she laughed coldly, looking up at him with narrowed eyes as she stepped closer, poking her finger into his chest. “Because I teach my students that they should talk when they’re upset and that holding everything inside only makes them feel worse.”

He stayed silent and crossed his arms over his chest, clenching his jaw and cocking his head to the side in a defensive stance.

Tears built in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks, “Really?” The sight of each tear sliding down her cheeks had his heart clenching and his chest tightening but he didn’t have any time to do anything before Elide backed away and wiped her cheeks. “I thought we were more than that. You tell me all the- you told me all the time that I matter to you and now you won’t even talk to me?”

“E–”

“What’s the point, Lorcan? What’s the point of any of this if you won’t even talk?” She was falling for him, so hard, and he was breaking her heart.

“Elide,” he whispered, stepping forward as his arms fell to his sides. “Baby.”

She shook her head, looking down again as she hugged herself. “I just want to sleep,” she admitted. “I don’t want to talk about this right now. It’s late and we’re both tired and I’m upset and I just–” A soft sob tore from her throat and Elide stepped forward to him, tucking herself into his chest. Lorcan didn’t hesitate to wrap her up in his big arms and kiss the top of her head, hating that he made her cry, hating that he was still hopeless at hiding his own shit.

He hooked his hand under her knees and scooped her up, carrying her back to bed. He sat back against the headboard and felt her tears as she cried herself into exhaustion. Elide eventually fell asleep, but he did not. He just gazed at her ethereal face, wondering how on Earth he’d gotten her and how he’d managed to fuck it up this early. He would fix it.

He was, he was falling for her. Irretrievably, utterly in love with Elide Lochan. The feeling was one he never thought he’d feel it again after Essar.

And he’d seen it in her eyes tonight how her heart had cracked. How she was hurt. Gods, he really was a stupid bastard.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide blinked as Lorcan groaned softly beneath her and reached out for his ringing phone. He whispered, “I’m sorry” for waking her up and she just hummed softly, kissing his chest in sleepy acceptance.

Last night was still fresh on her mind and she knew it wouldn’t be easy for either of them to talk about it. She rolled onto her back, reaching out for his free hand and smiling gently when he laced his fingers in hers. Elide looked out her windows, sighing at the rainy skies. It seemed the world was reflecting her feelings today.

Lorcan was speaking quietly into the receiver, but Elide barely heard him until he hissed and his hand tightened in hers. She turned to face him, worry clear on her face. He looked down at her and kissed her brow, pulling his hand from hers to wipe his thumb over the furrow on her forehead.

Then, he fell back onto the pillows, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Are you serious? Like, I’m the only person who can come in right now?” He stayed silent for a couple moments and then sighed resignedly. “No, yeah, I’ll come in. Yeah. Ok. Yeah, I’ll see you.” Lorcan hung up and tossed his phone onto her bedside table. He kissed her gently and then got out of bed, collecting his clothes.

“What is it,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and raspy in the morning, as she sat up. He seemed tense as he dressed. “L?”

“Something happened at the shop, I’m the only one who can deal with it,” he told her, irritation bleeding through his voice. Elide climbed out of bed as well, padding over to him. Lorcan continued to dress, oblivious to her approaching. “And Rowan can only watch Ko till nine, so I have to bring him and it’s just–”

“Hey, hey, hey,” she said, resting her hands on his arms, “baby, breathe. I can watch Kohana and you can go deal with work, ok?”

Lorcan breathed in deeply and nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, ok. Thanks.” She nodded and smiled softly. “We can talk later, right?”

“Mm-hmm,” Elide hummed, rising onto her tip-toes to press her lips to his cheek. “We can talk later. Let me change and you’ll drop me off?” She slipped out of his arms and walked behind the painted silk screen to change.

Then, they both put their shoes on and walked down to his car. Elide went to walk to the passenger side, but Lorcan tugged her back to him, sliding a hand around her waist and the other reaching up to cup the back of her head before he kissed her.

Elide laughed against his lips as he kissed her harder, shushing her when she reminded him that they had to leave. “Lorcan.”

He hummed, tipping her chin back to slant his mouth over hers.

“Lorcan.”

“Yeah, I know, we have to go,” he murmured.

“Lorcan.”

“Elide,” he purred, his voice dripping with hot desire.

“We have–”

“We have to go,” he finished for her, licking into her mouth, slow and hot. “I know, baby, I’m agreeing with you. We’re gonna be late.”

Elide smiled and pulled back, looking sternly up at him. “Lorcan.”

Lorcan nodded and stepped back, grinning at her. “You know, you keep on telling me that, but you also keep kissing me so…”

“Shut up, stupid.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Get in the car.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

While Lorcan and Rowan talked, Elide walked upstairs to Ko’s room, where he was already awake, idly petting Tigger. He sat upright, blinking his big brown eyes at the change in lighting, his braids in disarray. “Hey, Ko,” Elide said, smiling warmly at him.

Still half asleep, he looked over at her and startled, “Ellie?”

“Yeah, your dad has to go to work for a bit, so it’s me and you today,” she explained, her smile growing when he climbed out of bed and pattered over to her, slipping his hand into hers. Tigger daintily leaped off his bed and walked over to them, standing loyally by Kohana’s feet. “Do you have anything you want to do?”

“No,” he said, yawning as he did so. It would probably serve them all better if she put him back to bed, but the little one had a mean stubborn streak that would make any effort one done in vain.

Rowan called out good-bye and Kohana ran down the stairs excitedly, calling out his farewell. Elide walked down calmly and waved as the silver-haired paramedic left. Lorcan had gotten Kohana a bowl of cereal and the kid was happily munching away as Lorcan hurriedly redid his braids.

He was rushing through it and finally just gave up with a huffed sigh, letting Kohana’s soft hair fall free. With a kiss atop Ko’s head, Lorcan said good-bye and half-jogged to the door, stopping to brush his lips over her temple as he grabbed his rain shell. “I’ll be back soon, E.”

“Ok, love,” Elide said, smiling at him. He smiled back and ducked out to his truck. She leaned against the doorframe and waited until a little voice called her back into the house and she waved once more at Lorcan before closing the door.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

They were playing Uno and Elide was losing, badly. Fucking hell, Kohana took no quarter. Eventually, he declared Uno and helped her gather up the cards, snapping the rubberband around them before putting them away.

Then, they refreshed Tigger’s water dish and food bowl and Kohana spent a couple minutes petting Tigger’s soft soft fur while Elide made a mug of tea. He was telling her about a dream he’d had a few nights ago. “… and then I droved my daddy’s truck to my grandma’s house, but that’s silly, you know why?”

“Why, Ko?” Elide asked, delightfully amused as she sipped her tea.

“‘Cause my grandma lives across the ocean. We gotta take a big big plane and then a smaller plane and then a really fast boat. I see my aunties too, they look the same. I have auntie ‘Neha and auntie Sa-Sa!” He giggled and stood up, waking over to her and tugging on her hoodie. “Ellie?”

“Yes?”

“Can we go outside? I would like to go ‘plashing in the puddle,” he asked her, his eyes bright with excitement. “Pretty please?”

She chuckled and nodded, putting her tea down to pick him up and kiss his round cheek. “Of course, my darling. Why don’t you go put on your outside clothes and we’ll go, alright?” Kohana nodded and Elide put him down, patting his back to get him going, not that he really needed any encouragement.

While he got dressed, Elide dumped her half-empty tea down the sink and put away the bag of Tigger’s food. By the time she walked over to the door, Kohana was hopping down the stairs one at a time. She helped him into his rain pants and jacket, obliging him as he insisted that the rain pants were pulled over his frog gumboots.

Then, as Elide sat to put on her shoes, Kohana opened the door and was racing towards the steps before she could stop him. “Puddle!”

“Ko, be careful!” she shouted. Kohana got to the top of the wooden stairs and didn’t slow his pace. “The stairs are–” He fell out of sight and his pained wail followed him.

Elide ran outside to the top of the staircase, eyes landing on Ko, who had fallen all the way to the concrete walkway. He was crying loudly and Elide hurried down to him, hardly noticing the fat raindrops falling on her cotton hoodie. “Ko, Ko,” she said, crouching down and worriedly picking him up, cradling him to her chest. “Oh, baby, you scared me. Are you hurt?”

Big sobs ripped through him and tears streamed down his cheeks. Elide tried to move him, gently holding his left arm, but he screamed, the pained sound cleaving the peaceful neighbourhood.

Her heart beat wildly as she pulled back and, as gentle as possible, pushed his sleeve up, his arm already swelling. She could see some purple just above his wrist and carefully prodded the area, to which he screamed again, shaking his head and trying to pull away. “No, no, no,” Kohana wailed, pure pain in his big eyes.

“Ok, ok, c’mere, darling,” she breathed, gathering him up and dashing back into the house to grab her purse. She sat on the floor, hugging Kohana to her with one arm as she fished out her phone.

Her hand was shaking and she could barely dial the three numbers to call the ambulance.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“I need an ambulance, I have a five-year old, he fell down the stairs and I think he broke his arm, his left arm,” Elide spoke quickly, her words miraculously clear.

“Alright, ma’am, can you tell me your location?”

Elide nodded and recited Lorcan’s address, hanging up after being instructed to fetch an ice pack and wait until the ambulance arrived.

Kohana couldn’t stop crying, hardly noticing Tigger when the cat raced over at the sound of his distress. “I want my daddy,” he sobbed, over and over as Elide held him, holding the ice pack to his arm. “I want my daddy.”

Elide hugged him snugly, kissing the top of his head, “I know, I know you do.” Me too, she thought, but seeing as she was supposed to remain calm, she didn’t say that.

It seemed like an eternity until she heard the ambulance pull up and then Elide quickly stood, grabbing her purse and Kohana’s stuffed hippo, Robert, before dashing out.

She recognized one of the paramedics to be Rowan, his eyes wide as he took in the sobbing child. “Ko?”

She could only nod and pass him over, following closely behind into the ambulance. Once inside, Kohana reached for her and Rowan allowed her to take him as his partner started driving towards the hospital.

She kept him calm enough to answer Rowan’s questions as the green-eyed man checked his arm, prodding around the area that made Kohana scream.

A short drive later, they were pulling up at the ER and Rowan took Ko again to walk inside, rushing him off to another room with Elide quick on his heels again.

Another doctor came in, wearing brightly coloured and patterned scrubs, and took Kohana off to get X-rays. Elide wasn’t allowed in with him, so she took the time to call Lorcan.

“Hey, baby,” he said, his voice tired. “‘m almost done here–”

“L, Ko fell and broke his arm. We’re at the hospital,” she told him, her voice shaking. “He went to get X-rayed, but I’m not a guardian, so I can’t be in there with him.”

“What,” Lorcan breathed, now sounding wide awake.

“L, he’s in the hospital. You need to get down here,” Elide said, waiting for his reply, but all she heard was the two-beeped tone of the call ending. With a slight sigh, Elide looked around the waiting room and spotted two chairs by the window. She walked over to them and held Robert in her lap, finally getting a breath in.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

It had been forty-five minutes, but Lorcan still hadn’t arrived. Kohana and Elide were sitting in a private room right now and he had stopped crying. His arm was still aching and sore, but Elide distracted him by telling him story after story and handing over his stuffy.

“Alright, darling, I’m gonna step out for a minute, ok? Just need to see where that daddy of yours is,” she said, kissing his forehead before she walked out and walked over to the front desk.

Just as she went to ask the nurse something, the doors banged open and Lorcan ran in, his hair sopping wet.

Elide smiled and walked over to him just as he saw her, his chest rising and falling raggedly. “He’s ok,” she began, reaching out to press her hand above his heart, forcing him to look at her. “Lorcan, baby, look at me. Ko’s fine, he’s ok. It’s just a broken wrist, he’s–”

“Just a broken wrist, are you serious, Elide?” he asked her, barely concealed anger clear in his voice. Lorcan stepped away from her, not caring that they were in a near silent waiting room. “I was right. I fuckin’ knew it. I fucking knew it.”

“You knew what?” Elide questioned him, looking at him in confusion.

“That I shouldn’t have trusted you to watch him. I never should’ve trusted you. I could’ve- I should have asked literally anyone else. I need two hours, Elide,” he said, disappointment bleeding off of every word. “Two hours, and my kid ends up in the hospital.”

Elide gasped in pain, her hand reaching up to press against her chest. Her eyes filled with tears and she glanced around the room, her voice hardly above a whisper, “You don’t mean that.”

Lorcan stifled his scoff, white hot rage building in him, “Um, yeah. I do actually.” She finally looked up at him and his anger was checked by the true pain and heartbreak in her dark irises.

“Really?” she asked him, her voice cracking. “Do you really mean that?”

Cocking his jaw in defiance, Lorcan shrugged, “You’re the one who told me to talk more. I’m talking.”

The first tear slipped down her cheek and Elide hastily wiped it away, though more and more took its place. She opened her mouth to say something, when her neighbour, Yrene, walked up to them, dressed in street clothes. He assumed that she was just getting off work and looking to head home.

Yrene’s warm smile fell at the sight of Elide crying silently and she whipped her head to him, her eyes narrowing. “Ellie, let’s get you home, girlie,” she said, wrapping his girlfriend up in a comforting hug. Was she even his girlfriend anymore? “Come on. Let’s go.”

Elide nodded and wrapped her arms around Yrene, her shoulders shaking. “Ok,” she said, leaning on the golden-haired woman as she looked back at him, whispering, “Say bye to him for me, please?”

Without another word from her, but another glare from Yrene, they were gone and Lorcan walked over to the desk, asking the lady for where Ko was.

He walked down a couple hallways and smiled as he entered Kohana’s room, seeing him sleeping as he clutched Robert in one arm.

Lorcan walked into the attached bathroom and looked into the mirror. He wanted to smash it to pieces, hardly recognizing himself as nausea built in him and he whispered to his reflection, “What the fuck did you just do, Salvaterre?”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

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This is a Yunho fic!

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You met San at a compulsory public speaking class, where only you both had to attend for grades; it was filled with nerds who came voluntarily. And your bond begin with bored out glances at each other and loud sighs exchanged. And after that you guys hung out a lot, went to get coffee while doing homework, caught rides with each other, and waved whenever your paths crossed.

You met Yunho when San wanted you to meet his friends that he wouldn’t stop talking about, which made you slightly jealous; you yearned for a bond like that. You pushed that thought away, nothing good comes with jealousy. And while San and his friends would go about their own business, you would stick to the side-lines, not knowing what to say or do, even though they try their best to include you.

Yunho would be the one to keep you company, actively telling you about his day and attentively listen when you were asked about yours. He would also help you study and take you out to grab coffee when San would be too busy.

Anyone would be a fool to not fall for Yunho, with his smile that make his eyes crinkle at the corners, teeth on display, fluffy hair. Who wouldn’t fall for him, at least you could keep it inside, and no one had to know.

“Look at Yunho in this picture, he looks so handsome” San shows you the pictures from your quick break before the exams to the arcade. You take a glance, damn. You know that the moment you open your mouth, you’re screwed.

“Hmm”

“I don’t like it when you’re vague”

“Yes Yunho is cute” That’s all you plan on saying anyways, but you had to panic, because what if San thinks you’re not commenting on it too much and picks up that you’re crushing on Yunho? Ok, so you were overthinking.

“Too cute that it’s impossible he exists, I mean I see him every day but it’s not like I believe he’s real, there is a limit to being cute and all. I mean a recreation of a Greek god- I mean he should be a Greek God himself-”

You were cut short by San’s exploding laughter and as you voice your confusion to him, he still laughs until you violently shake him-

“Yah! Why are you laughing?”

He finally calms down enough to tell you-

“Just say you have a crush on him”

You open your mouth to deny-

“Admit it~” He says scrolling through his phone again.

You huff out, San was your best (read: only) friend, it wouldn’t hurt to tell him, so you nod the tiniest bit, and San grins from ear to ear.

“I mean, I didn’t see it coming, but when you started rambling off like that, it was obvious.”

You sigh.

“You tell this to anyone, I will personally murder you”

“Sure sure”

And after that, he thankfully let you change the topic.

Ever since then, whenever you’d meet Yunho, right after that, you’d whip out your phone to text San; something vague like-

“He’s wearing a red sweater”

“He dyed his hair blue!”

“Kill me”

And then you’d go home and text San about how a person; a human, cannot simply be so beautiful, and ramble off about him.

“But sir, I don’t have an email” You tell the professor, who has just asked to submit your assignment by mail.

“Don’t whine to me, and make one, is there a student your age without email? How do you have social media accounts?”

“I don’t have them” you reply

“Just make one, it’s extremely useful, and won’t take much of your time” He said, in a brushing off manner, guess he doesn’t believe you.

You nod and sigh as you leave to the next class. If you can’t whine to your professor, you can whine to Yunho. Who listens to the whole thing like the god damn angel he is, and as you open your phone to create one, he gently coaxes it out of your hand, asks you if it’s okay if he creates one for you instead and when you nod he turns his attention to the phone, while you’re just dumbly staring at your hand, where Yunho’s hand made contact with yours.

“Look, I sent my self a mail using yours, lets chat on mail for a while, you can get used to it” He says, you nod, and talk for a while, and then Yunho had to go. You wave at him while he leaves and you text San.

“What’s your mail?”

And when you finally get it, you send him a mail.

URGENT: JEONG YUNHO TOUCHED MY HAND, I REPEAT JEONG YUNHO TOUCHED MY HAND, MOM COME PICK ME UP PLEASE.

I MEAN HE WAS FABULOUS TODAY TO, IF IT WASN’T OBVIOUS; HIS HAIR WAS SO SOFT I CLIKED A PIC, LOOK:

[Image attached]

DO ME A FAVOUR, WHEN I DIE, SIT ON THE VERY SAME CHAIR HE’S SITTING ON, LOOK AT THE SAME DEIRECTION HE’S LOOKING AT AND BURY ME THERE, WHILE YOUR AT IT PRINT THIS ON MY GRAVESTONE.

WHEN I DIE PLEASE TELL HIM I LOVE HIM IN THE OTHER WAY.

BYEBYE

Later that day you get a reply from San saying that you’re too dramatic and an email from Yunho, which you didn’t think much about the time. He was the one who wanted to talk in mail, so you open it and-

And you realise you accidently send it to him too.

*cue freak out*

“So I must have send it to him too-” San blinks at you for a while and then-

Laughs at your face saying random things like

“This is gold”

“Nonononono”

“Never in my life- never”

At this point, you think he’s just spewing English vines that he’s been watching a bit too much to be considered healthy. And now you’re overcome with sadness, and as soon as he notices, he starts apologising and you bow you head, you think you look like a rag doll, and then cry. And san runs circles on you back, occasionally tucking strands of hair behind you ear and wait till you finish.

After a good while of snot- running type of crying, puffy eyes and ringing ears, you start to ramble, a habit that got you here in the first place.

“I don’t think I’m ready for rejection, I mean I was perfectly fine watching him from the side-lines. Heck I would watch him get married and I’d probably say nothing, like I’m not dying inside, proceed to get married, I’m crying tears of happiness-”

“What makes you so sure that he’s going to reject you?”

“I don’t know ok? But this isn’t a movie, he sees me as a friend and I had to go and catch feelings for him.”

San sighs.

“So, what’re you going to do now?”

It was hard, but you finally managed to blackmail San to help you avoid Yunho situations.

“And how long do you plan to do this?”

“Until my plane ticket and Visa to Alaska are approved and I change my name to Veronica Fall”

He looks at you, and the look speaks for itself, you’re being dramatic. You raise your arms in mock surrender and flop on top of the bed.

“Tomorrow everyone is hanging out, Yunho will be there, you coming?”

You pointedly grin at his cheeky expression, and he mimics the way you had surrendered just a few moments ago.

You stare at the response you had given to all the missed calls from Yunho.

I’m busy

Sorry, I was showering

I’m going to be busy for a while.

And you watch as the three dots move, and then stop and then move again, you feel as if your heartbeat moves along with those dots, stopping when it disappears, and then finally a response.

We need to talk, I gave you your time, and it’s not fair.

You feel like this is a new side of Yunho you haven’t seen, an assertive one. And you realise, just because you’re a coward, doesn’t mean that you can leave Yunho in the dark, even though you have fears of Yunho leaving you, getting awkward; deep down, you know, that Yunho, he’d never treat your feelings as something useless. And that makes you feel more in love.

And who knows unrequited love may not be so bad, maybe, just maybe; for Yunho it might not be so bad.

Fine

After sending the last text, you get up to clean the place, take out boxes littered about, and books and papers all lying about that you haven’t cared to put away. You do the dishes, and tie your hair into a pony, you’re distracting yourself from the real problem of facing him, for now you let yourself do it; later, you can scream at yourself.

And a right when you reach for the broomstick that you had tucked in deep behind the storage room; you hear a knock at your door.

You don’t think much about it, until you open the door. Low and behold; Yunho was standing at the doorway, a determined look on his face and he walks past you into the house.

You can’t help but think; geez, come on in. But you’re just salty.

And he opens his phone and shows it at your face, too close to read, practically in between your eyes, its touching your nose too. And you’re the dramatic one.

“Explain; explain this email, that was, I figure, supposed to be sent to San, explain why you’ve been avoiding me and my calls, and wherever I go right after I replied to this, I’m not going or letting you go until you do.”

And his voice cracks at the end bit, but you don’t notice, you’re in a bubble of thinking; thinking how to phrase this, just overthinking; maybe.

And moments which feel like hours pass, and you decide to do this the ripping off the band aid way. But it turned out more like the ramble it off way

“I like you? No, no that came out wrong… I love you? Yes, I’m pretty sure I love you, and don’t worry I know you’re not into me that way-”

And you don’t know what really happened; there was a hand on your face, right under your nose, and he was right in front of you.

“Sometimes, everything you say is nonsense.” He breathes, you open your mouth to respond, and he applies more pressure with his palm, to keep you quiet. You can’t help but think of the way your lips mouthed at his palm, not the time; not the time at all.

And then he continues.

“You don’t know how relieved I am to hear that, the moment I got that email, it took me a few minutes to understand, but when I did, I already pictured our five adopted cats, not gonna lie”

Your eyes widen in shock, did he just indirectly say he like you back, in the form of cats? This is why you fell for him in the first place.

“Did I creep you out? I must have creeped you out, forget I said that.”

And you laugh behind his palm, and he slowly removes it, moves it to your shoulder, drags it down the length of your arm, and interlocks it with your hand, a sweet smile on his face, the contagious one, so it’s only law that you smile back, teeth and all, since you can’t hold it back.

“We should go on a date.”

“That; we must.”

You were on one of your many dates, too wind up in each other to not notice the others who also wanted to hang out with you, you totally kept the news from San; you and Yunho are in this together, so he needs to also be comfortable with telling San, after a lot of thinking, you both settle on letting them find out, which may take years to get in their daft heads, but for now, you both have put fate in them.

San caught on way too quickly, the moment you enter the café and sit down, he says-

“So you’re not moving to Alaska? Or is your husband; Yunho moving with you?”

You blush and look down-

“Look, I can explain-”

And he breaks into a wide grin,

“I’m happy for ya”

You and Yunho were scrolling through many of the messages you have send to San; the ones fawning over Yunho, as much as he likes to get you flustered, he himself also gets flustered, so it’s a win-win situation.

“They haven’t caught on yet” you suddenly say.

It’s true, other than San none of them have caught on yet that you both have been dating, and that’s kind of weird, since it’s been almost a whole year.

But it’s not like you’re gonna sit them down and tell them. You and Yunho have a better plan.

Well you have a better plan.

“-and they walk in on us!”

“…..”

“Or not?”

“No”

You end up inviting them over for dinner, and as they take their first bites, you happily chirp in that you’re dating and Yunho adds that you’re moving in with, leaving everyone to choke on their food, except San, who had a cocky expression, which soon turned into a choking fit, who’s cocky now?

And Wooyoung looks up, and goes “Wait, you’re serious” and continues choking, this time on nothing.

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hollanderfangirl · 4 years

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The Twins | Harry Holland (dad! Harry) |

A/N: Decided to write this as a headcannon. I don’t know how accurate this is, I have no experience with childbirth or parenting, this is all a figment of my imagination so just bear with me lol. Also I was listening to Let it go while writing this and now I’m crying because it brings back so many memories.

So the rain was pouring outside while you were lazily sleeping with your head on Harry’s chest when you felt the sharp pain in your stomach.

Harry immediately started panicking, he knew what he had to do- drive you to the hospital, that is, but he didn’t know what to do.

After him just running around the house and innocently asking you if you were okay or what you needed and you just yelling at him “Just drive us to the bloody hospital Harry everything is in the bag!!!” you both finally drove to the hospital.

You were a little calm after seeing the doctor and getting the epidural.

Harry read the script of his new movie to you to keep you distracted. He knew it wasn’t helping much but you tried to focus on the plot of the film rather than your pain.

Then the hardest part of it all came, the actual birth, you knew the pain would be extreme, Nikki and your own mother had told you that but you didn’t know it would be unbearable.

You held on to Harry’s hand for your life and you later on found out that you had actually sprained his wrist. But he didn’t mind, of course, that was nothing compared to what you had gone through.

He just kept saying “Come on baby, you’re doing great! Just a little longer, come on!”

And you yelling “Oh really?! I don’t see you pushing a fucking baby out of you!”

You had given up. You didn’t even know how long you had been pushing and it was too much.

“I –I can’t anymore, I’m done, I’m sorry I just can’t,” you say, blinking tears from your eyes. “I’m so tired, I was just trying to take a nap back home, why did they have to come just when I was getting some rest huh? I want to sleep, I can’t go on”

Harry tried not to laugh at that, your baby girls had actually chosen the worst time to come in, you were sleep deprived and tired but you still tried to go on.

“Babe I know, I know,” he put his forehead on yours. “But please, just a little longer, I promise” Although he didn’t know if it was true, as you had already been pushing for hours.

It took you all of your remaining strength, in that last minute, when you pushed out one of your daughters.

The cries of the tiny baby filled the entire room, with Harry crying and laughing and smiling, all at the same time.

Just as you were about to relax a bit, you hear the doctor say “Okay now let’s go again”

What?! You had forgotten you were having two babies.

You start to shook your head, saying no but pushed anyway.

After you hear the cries of your second girl, you just slowly say to Harry “Is it over?”

“It’s over….it’s over, you did it! I’m so proud of you, love, so proud”

You hold your daughters in your arms and say “Hi- hi baby,” you couldn’t help but cry, looking at what you had made.

You wanted to sleep, but couldn’t because you couldn’t stop looking at your girls. Everyone at the hospital said they were the most beautiful babies they had ever seen.

Harry and your family came to visit while you were in the hospital. Nikki was so happy she finally had granddaughters after having to deal with four boys.

"Everyone, meet Elena and Annalise Holland," You say.

"Oh they're such beautiful names, y/n"

Harry did not sleep that night, he held the girls in his arms all night, slowly singing to them and giving you sneaky loving stares.

Elena was a daddy's girl. Big time. She had Harry's curls and his little birthmark on the left side of her upper lip. They were inseparable when together, and she would always throw tantrums when she was with you.

Annalise on the other hand, couldn't leave your side. She was definitely a mommy's girl.

The twins kept you both awake all night for the first few months, no doubt about that.

Everyone thought they weren't naughty as they were girls.

And you always laughed at that, they were little heathens who would always try your patience till your last nerve.

They followed their father's path on the way to mischief, always pranking you and Harry both, scaring you sometimes.

There was no place where you could hide the cookie jar, although they couldn't tolerate each other, they would still always together solve the mystery of where you hid things from them.

One day you come home and find the whole house covered with drawings of what looked like buildings and dresses with crayons.

"Look mommy our Barbies are going shopping!"

You crossed your arms and waited for Harry as he was going to be the one who would clean up.

It was his glorious idea to let them keep drawing at random places in the house, to enhance their creativity.

The house was always in chaos, with the girls running around and fighting.

"Ellie! Come here stop hitting your sister!"

"But Anna started it!" Elena says with her little chubby cheeks puffing up.

"They take after you in this area," Harry says to you.

"What do you mean Mr Holland?" You ask, raising your eyebrow.

"Well you know, you have a thing for fighting"

"Excuse me?"

Harry knew he was in big trouble.

Other times, when they were somehow calm, you would sit on the front porch with them at night and tell them about the different constellations in the sky.

"But that doesn't even look like a bear!" Elena says pointing at the sky

"I know baby but back then people thought it was"

"Well back then people were stupid"

"Okay let's not say that in front of anyone else" You chuckle.

And for getting them to sleep, you would sing them Disney songs as lullabies.

Everyday they would ask you to sing a song from a different movie.

"Frozen! Mommy sing us that Frozen lullaby today!" They exclaim together.

You pull them closer and start singing, slowly stroking your finger on Annalise's forehead and she dozed off in a minute.

Elena looked over at her sister and laughed at how she always fell asleep first, missing out on extra cuddles.

All through that, Harry would watch from the doorway, completely in awe of your little family.

He would always think to himself what he had done to deserve all of it, to deserve you.

But whatever it was, he was extremely grateful for that, he loved you and your daughters with all his heart and you knew it.

He would hold you from behind after you close the door to the girls' room.

"Are they asleep?"

"I don't think Ellie is asleep, she never sleeps until you kiss her goodnight," You say.

"Alright I'll go and see"

You lay on the bed for like five minutes when Harry comes back.

"Okay they're asleep, shall we?" He says smirking to you.

"We shall"

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gunsatthaphan · 3 years

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Hi Doreen!,,, i dont know if im late to talk about this but I had finally watched ATOTS, and was Episode 9 the end? I dont know I wasnt paying attention LMAO...

Um,,, call me a hypocrite or whatever but I much preferred it when Tian and Phupha didnt kiss than rather when Sarawat and Tine didnt kiss (still fricken salty about that)... Like I just feel as if thats just them. You know? Like, I feel as if their sweet and soft touches and gentle gestures just fit them more than kissing and being 'that' kind of physically affectionate. (Sorry if my english gets worse, i dont feel like translating so im using google and my brain to edit hahaha) But of course there was also that uncertainty with them too.

They're the kind of people to not have to declare what they are, obviosuly Tian is the kind if person who wants to know their status but its a kind of way where there both content with eachother to where they dont need to tell anyone else their status unless brought up. Like they take pride in eachother but its not nessacry because just them knowing is enough for them.. thats the kind of vibe i get from them. I dont know,,, its just my opinion.

But also I really REALLY wanted to fight Phupha at the beginning of ep 9, Im not a violnt person and I just wanted to physically harm him. Like I just wanted to give him a good shoulder pat like Longtae did to Tian. A shoulder punch but... gentle cause (Vilence is never answer)

And i completely understand how Tian felt about telling the villagers about Torfun... Actually if anything I am really really upset with the villagers because of the mental pressure they put on Tian subconsciouslly. ALL THEY DID WAS TALK ABOUT TORFUN!!! Like... um??? He's not Torfun though...

"Haha Torfun did this" "You remind me so much of Torfun" Torfun this and Torfun that and everything with the villagers was about Torfun?!! If I was in Tian, i would be the same! Having that everlasting weight on you AND being constantly compared. I can not be mad at him for being weary of telling the town. I couldnt even imagine the stress he was going through. EVEN WHEN HE PROVED THAT HE WAS SO MUCH MORE... they still asked "When's Torfun coming back" and that shit hurt me so bad. If I was hurt just watching that situation I would never want to be him. I mean Ive kind of been through that before but not to that extent.

Idk.. ufh my brain hurts haha too much english. Sorry this was so long I just had to get that off my chest. Anyways have a good day! I love you! ♡

-Jason

JASON HIII!!! 🥺🥰💕

I hope you’re doing well!!! 💕

Episode 9 was not the end, the finale is this Friday! :) And yes I agree about the kissing. Ngl I was a liiiiittle salty when they deprived us of the one in ep 7 after teasing it for months lmao but welp that’s just the typical gmm move 🤷🏼‍♀️

but anyway I agree; they definitely have a different perception of affection compared to sarawatine (and other couples) but also their relationship is completely different to begin with. It feels more raw and more careful and there’s a lot that goes unsaid between them. Which, when it comes to the emotional stuff, is something I love about them. And which is why I agree about them not necessarily needing a kiss. (even though it would’ve fit in ep7 rip) HowEVER when it comes to actual communication about what’s happening,,,,, they really need to work on that lmao. Sometimes I feel like they can only talk properly when they’re not talking. thank god for nam being the communication bridge between them lol.

Phupha & his hypocrite ass made me so angry in episode 8 omggg. Him not only being mad at Tian for not telling everyone about torfun’s death but also him literally exposing him in front of the whole village??? I was so mad. I’m glad he eventually told him the truth but still.... that was a dumbass move.

I actually think the villagers comparing him to Torfun is more of a subconscious pov situation? rather than them not wanting him or thinking less of him bc torfun is gone. Like yes, they did compare him to her but I think the pressure he feels about fulfilling her dreams, continuing her legacy, being like her etc. comes from himself and it was revealed to be a lot bigger than and we thought in this episode; so I think that has been kind of emphasized from his perspective. idk if that makes sense lmaoo but I actually didn’t feel any direct pressure coming from the villagers. rather from himself.

you also have to keep in mind that these people just lost someone very close to them from one minute to the next without knowing anything about her disappearance for months (yes im looking at you @ phupha & the other forest dudes smh) before finding out she’s dead. And mostly for the kids that’s terrible. So if someone replaces her just like that, it makes sense that they would talk about her and compare the 2. BUT I still get what you mean.

Before this gets even longer let’s end it here lol. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and I hope you have a wonderful day as well!!!! I love you too! 🥺💓

xxx

#dangerous-button #atots #opinions #reviews #ask #doreen answers

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vegetalass · 4 years

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hcs of the gang being quarantined in one big house together maybe?? 🥺 lub ur writing

i lub u, anon!!🥺 sorry this took forever!

General

Oh my godddddddddd

They had to stop doing movie nights because there was too much fighting

They tried to set it up such that everyone got a turn to pick a movie but there were still complaints

Now, movies are viewed at random and the policy is that

1. The TV is first come first serve

2. You have to announce when you’re using it

3. Anyone is allowed to join you

This has stemmed into multiple people shouting “IM WATCHING _____” at random times

And yes, people will try to hide the remote (mostly Sean)

If they can find it, that is

The lines between public and private property have been blurred. Everything must be labeled or there is a chance someone will take it

You can risk it, but it’s not recommended since they’re all dudes and will most likely eat anything

And even with your name on a box of graham crackers, there’s still a chance someone will stick their hand it in and steal a few

All the dudes walk around in their Long Johns like it’s not awkward

They have to do their own laundry so everyone is missing socks

Or they have extras

And wet laundry is constantly being left on the ground if it’s unattended and someone needs the washer

Arthur

This dude double dips

He licks the spoon and puts it back in, too

Gets yelled at a lot for this, but never remembers to stop

Everybody is afraid to touch all of the dips now because of this

And Hosea has to start buying separate ones just for Arthur

He’s the one who takes 3 hour baths

I imagine that there’s multiple bathrooms in the house but not enough for everyone so there are definitely times when people are like “WTF, Arthur you’re still in there?” or “Where’s Arthur?”

Usually it’s Charles or John because they don’t mind sharing a bathroom with each other

Cue Arthur having accidentally fallen asleep in the tub

But yea he’s just chilling in there, otherwise

Started the quarantine off by trying to fix up the house… But immediately got lazy

There’s probably a number of things he keeps saying that he’ll “get to, eventually”

The only reason Dutch hasn’t called someone is because it’s a PANDEMIC

Technologically challenged

Barely knows how to turn on the TV and still uses an iPhone 5 that has pretty much stopped working

John has given up trying to explain how to make things fullscreen on YouTube

Because of this, probably spends most of his time wandering around the yard and reading or journaling

Tilly even bought him some scrapbooking supplies, which he’s been trying to use

Little washi tapes and highlighters because she knows it can’t get too complicated too fast

She also makes him an Instagram account so he can take photos or post art

But figuring out how it works is a losing battle, and he never remembers to use it, anyway

“I think we should get a pet”

Everyone: “Arthur... Do we look like we take care of ourselves?

If anyone tries to talk about how annoying the quarantine is, starts ranting about people who refuse to take it seriously

And the conversation ends up spiraling into him blaming capitalism for everything

John

Every other meal he eats is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or Doritos

He does that thing where he wraps a bowl or plate in plastic wrap so he doesn’t have to wash it

Doesn’t clean up after himself

Leaves used tissues, slimy butter knives with PB on them, and crusty socks laying around

Unluckiest of them all

His snacks get taken the most, the bathroom is always occupied when he needs it, never gets to use the TV, his laundry is always moved, etc.

Always ends up using the bathroom when there’s no toilet paper

Texts Arthur for help and then makes an announcement in the group chat about “common courtesy”

Nobody replies

His texts are full of messages to Abigail that all say the same thing

“Help.” + “Please come get me” + “I hate it here”

They’re all left on read except for the occasional response asking if he needs anything from Target

The list he sends back is like four paragraphs long and it’s all dumb stuff

He’s like “FaceTime me when you get there, I wanna go shopping too”

Doesn’t even really want to leave the house for necessities, so he has to do stuff like water down his soaps or steal other people’s toiletries just to prolong how often he needs to go shopping for himself

He’s the one using Irish Spring from the dollar store mixed with water or a block of orange Dial soap that hasn’t been touched in five years

Charles tries to throw away an empty hand soap and John is like “THERE’S STILL SOAP IN THERE LOOK” *mixes water with it*

Steals razors and Shampoo

Thinks conditioner is “unnecessary” and “doesn’t do anything”

Complains about being bored but doesn’t bother to do the things people that people offer

Charles

Voluntarily becomes a recluse

Not because he wants to but because everyone else is too annoying to deal with

He’s forced to start using the internet and when he’s not on the computer he’s trying to block out the noise of the 8 other men he lives with just living

Going on walks is his other hobby

Also probably buys one of those adult coloring books to color

Like Athur, Charles hogs the bathroom

It’s not as bad as Arthur since he’s not in the tub for the whole time but he really will spend an hour getting ready in the morning for absolutely no reason

If anyone asks about it he just tells them that since they’re in quarantine there’s no reason to rush

But he does get yelled at if there’s no other bathrooms available

Becomes a self-care connoisseur

Walks around in a bathrobe and face mask just to try and achieve some sort of zen

Literally the only one who doesn’t walk around half naked

Besides Hosea, the one of the only guys who tries to wake up on time and eat three healthy meals a day

The house is entirely dark and he’s eating toast while Hosea makes coffee

It’s awkward, not because they’re weird about each other but because no one else is awake and it’s quiet for once

Dutch is the third person up and Charles leaves the kitchen by the time he’s around

Gave up trying to do the dishes and only cleans what he uses

Sometimes if he feels like being nice he’ll do Arthur’s dishes, too

But only if he gets something back in return, like Arthur doing his laundry or something

The only one who changes his bedsheets on the regular

Him and Kieran are the only ones trusted by Hosea to leave the house safely

Micah

Everyone is surprised Micah isn’t dead yet

Everyone is constantly fed up with him for something or for just being irritating

And try to ignore him for the most part, which is hard

Tries to defends himself with “Well, you don’t have to bother me if you don’t want to”

Doesn’t clean up after himself, either

John leaves more mess, but Micah does worse stuff

While John just leaves his dirty peanut butter knives around, Micah does stuff like forget to put the mayo back in the fridge, leave the bread bag out and open, forgets to bring his used dishes to the dishwasher, throws his trash in other people’s trash cans, leaves his wet laundry in the dryer, etc.

If it’s annoying and gross, he does it

And tries to eat food that other people have made for themselves or don’t want to share with him

Dutch is the only one who shares with him willingly

Does not pick up his hair from the bottom of the shower

And doesn’t clean the sink after he shaves

Honestly, I doubt any of the drains in the house work properly because so much shaving goes on

It’s honestly surprising to everyone that he takes the quarantine seriously

Accuses people of being sick even though all of them have barely left the house…

Wears a mask inside when he’s feeling salty

He doesn’t even care about the mask, it’s just to make people feel gross and bad about themselves

Besides Sean, he’s always trying to hog the TV

And everything he watches is annoying, pretentious, or both

Complains about there being “nothing to watch” despite always having something on and refusing to stop

Tries to smoke inside and literally always get busted for it

Even if other people are doing it too, he’s the one who doesn’t even bother to be by a window when he does it

His room is always off limits

If you need something from him you need to knock and wait in the doorway

Also does the “You’re too close… Step back, please” thing

And if anyone gets mad, says it’s a pandemic and he’s just trying to be SAFE

Mostly does this to feel powerful

Turns in to Uncle Jr. with all the complaining and berating he does

Uncle is honestly offended

Hosea

The only person allowed to do the shopping

He gave up trying to give people lists because the groceries they came back with were never right

Either too few, too many, not the right stuff... You name it

See here for more

That’s why, despite being the oldest, he’s the one who goes grocery shopping for meals twice a week

Refuses to buy alcohol because of incidents that they’ve had

Can’t stop people from sneaking it, though

Similar to Dutch in that he gets annoyed when people oversleep, but because its quarantine, he tries to not mention it, and at the worst, gets passive aggressive

Tries to make a chore chart for people to follow but it gets ignored

He ends up having to force people to do things by reminding them constantly

He’s the one who starts opening people’s doors in the morning and turning on the lights

Makes everybody start eating on paper plates with plastic silverware because he’s tired of trying to make people use the dishwasher

Arthur doesn’t know how, John doesn’t put his plates in the right place, Charles refuses to since no one else contributes to keeping it neat, Micah doesn’t even know they have one, Kieran also can’t fill it correctly...

Basically, it’s too much for Hosea to handle

His dinners are all Costco pre-made meals that can be made quickly

Frozen lasagna and prepackaged salad type stuff

He’s the guy who falls asleep on the couch sitting up while watching TV and if you try to talk to him he says “I’m awake” without opening his eyes

And if he’s using it, don’t even think about suggesting to change the channel

The answer is and always will be no

Even when he’s not really paying attention

And it’s either on the History Channel or Discovery Channel

Always complaining about how cold his feet are

Doesn’t let anyone touch the thermostat

He’s an in real life Elf on the Shelf

Dutch

If anyone, and I mean anyone starts sleeping in, he gets in a really pissy mood

“While I’m up, doing work for you, you’re sitting in bed being lazy!!!” and “What do you mean you don’t understand why! Why should I have to tell you why wasting the day is annoying to all those who are working!”

Even despite this, he can’t actually change the fact that no one wakes up on time

And it’s not like the work he’s doing for them is very important

He’s the one who thinks that a pandemic is the perfect time to be or do something useful

Eat healthy, write a book, pump iron… Anything

And when people complain about being useless he’s like “You have all this free time!!!1! Stop complaining!!! You can do anything!!!”

And if he’s doing something he considers useful, yells at people who try to bother him

Arthur: “Hosea wanted to know-”

Dutch: *doing sit ups* “CAN’T YOU SEE I’M BUSY?”

When it’s his turn to cook dinner, he’s making 8 boxes of Trader Joe’s mac and cheese in a huge pot and calling a meal

Literally the only meal no one complains about

He won’t clean the pot when it’s finished, though

Literally just cooks and leaves it out for someone else to deal with

Another self-care aficionado

Also walks around in a bathrobe and face mask

He’s worse than Charles though, because while Charles wears pants... Dutch will be booty ass naked under his

Also keeps trying to make homemade masks and scrubs and walks around in those, too

He’s like “This is a good one, I can tell already”

Everyone: “Dutch... is that... mayo... in your hair?”

Annoyingly good at monopoly

Does not invite Molly over and gets yelled at over FaceTime

Cue everyone eavesdropping on their arguments

Goes on power walks

Yells at people when they listen to loud music with swear words

Honestly, always yelling at people

“Can somebody get me my slippers? Arthur? John? Hosea? AnYoNe!!!”

Kieran

Spends the least time in the bathroom because he’s afraid of getting yelled at

Does everything in five minute increments

Except for showers, when he allows himself ten minutes

Barely

Most of what he eats is just microwave popcorn and shredded cheese

He’s the one asking people if they want to go on “family walks” with him

Literally no one joins him

Also tries to play board games with everyone

This goes a little better at least because Hosea will sometimes play and if he’s there, a few people will definitely join

Very bad at monopoly

The most conscious about wearing a mask

The others wear them but Kieran is the one who wears double masks, gloves, and carries around Febreeze

Also will get mad if anyone forgets their “safety equipment”

Or if they’re within six feet of him in public

Props to him though for staying healthy

I’ve mentioned this before, but... Spends most of his time playing games on a big tablet wearing headphones

Candy Crush and FarmVille and Words with Friends and stuff like that

Though all of his internet friends are weird old ladies he doesn’t know

Everyone is mad at him for sending non-stop game notifications, too

Hosea is the only one who responds to any of them

He’ll never admit this, though

Also tries to start doing arts and crafts

Mary-Beth started telling him about the various crafts she’s been doing, so he’s started trying to follow along, too

Things like crocheting or popsicle stick art

His stuff all looks bad, but he’s just happy to be doing it

And to be FaceTiming Mary-Beth

When he gets to choose a movie, he’s picking a “family-friendly” movie like Inside Out or Lilo and Stitch

Everyone starts out being mad but they all end up watching the whole thing without complaining

Heated debates ensue, too

For example, like about whether Flynn should’ve cut Repunzel’s hair in Tangled

“YOU’RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME THAT I’M WRONG?”

Charles + Arthur vs. Dutch + Bill

Makes meatloaf or Hamburger Helper like once a week

They’re basically the only thing he knows how to make

Sides with Arthur when he suggests getting a pet

Wears a Snuggie

Doesn’t change his socks

Javier

Plays his own music very loudly and won’t turn it off or down if you ask

Either that or he’s practicing guitar

It’s not really that bad but when you can’t escape it.... People get mad

The only saving grace is that the singing is usually in Spanish so it’s not as bothersome

The door to his room is always closed

Refuses to open it

To talk to him, you have to knock and then he’ll exit

Dutch is the only one allowed in and he thinks Javier’s rules about entering are creepy so never does it

Javier cooks his own food and won’t share

Only makes enough for exactly one person so even if he wanted to, there’s not enough

Eats dinner in his room to prevent people from bothering him or asking for some

However, he has the biggest stash of quarantine snacks…

No one knows where he gets them

And getting him to share is like trying to do a drug deal, but he’s not against it as long as he gets something in return

He didn’t personally cook all these snacks so the rules are different

His room is full of scented candles to make it smell better since the whole house kinda smells like Boy

Buys a gamer chair at the start of quarantine

Claims it’s more comfortable than the office chair that Dutch and Hosea chose for everyone

Everyone is jealous

Wears fuzzy pajama pants only

Sean

Sean is the one sleeping in

Never sleeps in his bed and just falls asleep wherever, basically

Usually the couch

Because he’s always snoozing, he’s the one who watches the most TV

Micah claims this isn’t “fair,” despite doing the same thing

And even if he’s not watching TV, he’s just using the couch to watch Tik Toks full volume

Tries to make his own Tik Toks, but they either stink or no one wants to participate

Constantly having people get mad at him for recording them

Stopped wearing clothes the moment quarantine started

Always in a tank top and his underpants

It’s kinda weird

People cared at first but by now they can’t be bothered to complain since they’re

1. Used to it

2. Probably start doing the same thing

Leaves his laundry laying around

Also won’t share anything he’s eating

Gets mad when people steal food

Doesn’t address anyone in particular though, just walks around yelling about how “nobody has the common decency not to steal”

Has food delivered almost every other day

No one knows where he’s getting the money from, either

Everyone think it’s a waste

Mostly because he doesn’t share, but also because all hell broke loose when Hosea found out about an expense called “delivery fees”

Also has a stick up his ass about wasting food

Started yelling about this randomly, too

If he can’t force someone else to finish leftovers, he forces himself to finish them

Probably gets caught watching a certain type of nasty video a lot

Lowkey it probably happens to everybody at least once

Yells at anti-maskers

Tries to wrestle the other boys and gets his ass handed to him

Bill

Possessive of everything

Usually he’s not this bad but being cooped up with a bunch of thieves and liars doesn’t make him confident that his Circus Animal cookies will last very long

Doesn’t share anything and very adamant about making sure there’s labels on things so nothing gets mixed up

Also makes his own space in the fridge with tape

BILL’S SPACE DO NOT TOUCH

And will start yelling in anything is moved

Not as bad as Sean though because he only cares about his own stuff

The whole thing is super hypocritical though, because he definitely steals other people’s stuff

If he gets caught, claims “it’s only fair”

Hosea has to buy him soap because he won’t buy it himself

Definitely the one who learns how to make prison hooch with cranberry juice and yeast

And the one who eats all of the ice cream

Even the nasty flavors

Wears the same clothes everyday because since he’s not working, “they’re not dirty”

They start getting holes in them, though

If anyone tries to suggest something for him to do, he gets mad and claims he “knows how to entertain himself”

Also constantly accusing people of being in his space or business

Ends up starting a ton of fights over this and then complaining about how mean everyone is to him

He’s not doing it on purpose, though

Ends up buying some kind of gaming console to pass the time

If he buys an Xbox, he shares with the rest of the boys

If he buys a nintendo switch, he starts playing Animal Crossing and doesn’t put it down for weeks

Out of everyone… He’s the one who takes the pandemic the least serious

He follows the rules because he doesn’t want to be eaten alive by any of the boys, but he probably thought the virus was a hoax at first

He learned his lesson the first time he tried to go out without a mask and got locked in the car, though

Forgets to flush the toilet

His room is dirty

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justcallmenikki7 · 4 years

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Namjoon: BTS!Twilight!Headcanon

Summary: The first headcanon in the BTS!Twilight!Au! You are getting a glimpse at the pack leader, Kim Namjoon!

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of death, Namjoon having a little rough patch.

W.C.: 1.2k

Note: Lmao. okay so this is a whole new world to me when it comes to headcanons, so please be patient with me! Once all of the boys are all posted, then my requests will open up and you can ask each member and their imprint one shots and stuff!

So anyways, here is the Pack Leader -> Namjoon

- Basically Sam Ulely

- Very firm and serious

- But can be a big goof whenever he wants

- The first to transform into his wolf form (hint at sam)

- Truthfully, he hates being a wolf and in the pack cause he lost every chance of going to college and becoming a philosopher and a scientist.

- But, once Seokjin changed, he felt better because he had someone who felt the same way. (Quil).

- Even though Namjoon kind of likes being a wolf since he can transform into one and connect with his inner self and spirit, he hates the thought of killing someone.

- The first time Namjoon took down a vampire, he cried and wanted to kill himself.

- Despite a vampire killing a person, and he is against that, he believes that they were made for reason and is doing what their internal self does.

- But that thought did not last for long once he watched a vampire drain the blood from his baby sister right in front of him to get back at him.

- After that, he killed the vampire and accepted the fact that vampires are no good and deserve to die.

- Knowing that there are the ‘vegan’ vampire, he is curious but is still prejudice in a way.

- He does want to meet them to learn about them, but the angry side of him that holds hatred towards the cold ones still overpowers his emotions.

- His grandfather has said that they are kind, but that does not mean he trusts them.

- So when the other six change, Namjoon feels like he could be a ‘normal person’ again.

- Namjoon kind of has depression, but its mainly from the change and his sister dying. But the pack really helps his depression and since there’s the pack link – everyone is able to check on each other and there is always opened communication.

- BUT

- Even with the pack link, they do have the ability to block off certain thoughts that they don’t want everyone else to hear, but since they are very opened with one another and trust each other, they do not see it a reason why to block off their thoughts

- Namjoon is obviously the father in the friendship (Jin is the mom, obvs)

- So with his smartness he helps the maknae line with homework

- Also is very considerate and allows them to focus on their schooling

- (Has Yoongi Jin and Hope to run borders hfkjdhfdsjfdsocns)

- (Yoongi hates him for it cuz he prioritizes his sleep)

- Namjoon also lives with his grandfather, his parents having been killed in an accident when he was 12 and his sister 8

- Btw, there is none of that alpha crap like with Sam and Jacob – plz, we’re mature here

- To twist it up

- Namjoon is the same age as he is in real life, along with the boys

- But namjoon transforms before everyone else because of his Alpha gene, then everyone transforms in the order of their position in the pack

- I am so bad at these

Wolf Descriptions:

- His wolf is Jacobs color and size.

- His wolfs name is Apollo

- Apollo only takes over in fights or when he is becoming protective of their imprint.

- Apollo connects with their imprint through touch and when Namjoon allows Apollo to take over mentally (like fronting with an alter ego)

- Okay, in a way, this is like a split au, but not

- You with me?

- Oh yeah, the wolves are the same height like they are in Twilight. I don’t know how tall that is, but the boys wolves are all taller than you.

- I am not good at this headcanon thingy, so ummmm, what else do I need to add??

- Oof, okay, end of this – if more information comes up with requests/asks, ill make a comment at the beginning of each

Imprint Information:

- As for wolf – it is more intense than it is made out in the actual twilight books/movies

- You are the soulmate, and you are soulmates with Namjoon and the boys

- Namjoon, putting it lightly, will die for you

- (They all would, but we is on Namjoon’s part rn)

- You are the other half to Namjoon – his equal

- Literally when he first saw you, he almost tripped over a pebble and face planted into the sidewalk

- I will make one shots for each boy on the meeting of their imprint (you)

- Basically, being namjoon’s imprint means being the now mom of the group (Jin is severely salty)

- Nah, you didn’t get attacked by Namjoon like Sam’s imprint in Twilight, but you did witness and almost get hurt (will be in a one shot)

- I see as in imprints, the boys imprint on someone who is like them, but their legit better half

- So, what I mean by this is that you are the saving grace in Namjoon’s life

- You help his depression by talking and being there for him

- Such as, you literally calm him by being beside him

- It helps his wolf and him knowing that you’re beside him

- Like that mafia reaction I made a while back about you being the boys safe haven?

- Yes, its like this but 100000x more intense due to the bond

- When yall fight (which is rarely), the both of you feel emotions way higher

- Even though he’s an alpha, that doesn’t mean that the imprint is any different than the others.

- Imprinting in this is the same, even though they all have a different position in the pack

- Im just lazy and don’t see the need to make any more additions.

- BUT

- You are two years younger than him (23)

- But you guys are literally leaders,

- The boys look up to you for guidance – especially when they meet their imprints (lmao poor Jungkook and Yoongi)

- When Namjoon is stressed they come to you because they know that they wont get an alpha look when they have questions

- THEY’RE VVV PROTECTIVE OF YOU

- Like, it’s funny

- Especially the maknae line

- When you go out when it’s like during the Eclipse era in twilight, and Namjoon is busy with boarders and such he sends Jungkook out with you

- And when a guy comes up to you

- PROTECTIVE KOOKIE

- Basically the boys will be the Hall Monitors on Steroids and will S C A R E anyone (especially male or someone who seems suspicious) who comes up to you

- The pack make fun of the guys in the pack link

- You and Namjoon love reading together

- With the imprint thingy, whenever you and namjoon touch one another, it is like a medicine for you both cause there’s this power thingy where it brings automatic relaxation to the body

- Pretty dope

- Wait it’s basically dope

- *silence*

- Im sorry im lame

- Anyways, it is like imprinting in the books

- It is just … yeah

- I suck at these

- ONTO THE NEXT PACK MEMBER

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missnxthingg · 3 years

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what about having a scary movie marathon with the boys (tom, haz, harry, sam, tuwaine) and getting a little too touchy with haz? and maybe the guys start teasing like the divs they are lol ily 💖

Missnxthingg’s Birthday Sleepover Party

Halloween Prompts

Pairing - Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word Count - 1.5K

A/N: Soooo, I got a little carried away and turned this into a one-shot (probably). I was bored and I loooooved your request. So thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

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"So, what are you guys doing for Halloween?" You were having a nice evening with the boys at the pub, and thinking that maybe you could do that again soon.

"Horror movie marathon!" Harry cheered. "Starts at sunset and goes all the way to sunrise."

"It's our little tradition." Sam added. “We dress up in Halloween themed pajamas or a comfortable costume.”

"Harry picks the movies and we all watch it together." Tuwaine explained a little bit more. “Then we sleep for the rest of November 1st because we’re tired.”

"You should come this year." Tom asked and all the boys nodded in agreement.

You really wanted to say yes. Ever since you became a part of their little group, you were comfortable and you wanted to spend some more time with them. Plus, you had a massive crush on Harrison and even though he always gives you the signal that he likes you too, you've never even kissed once.

And you really wanted to spend some time with him, because you always longed for those small moments together. But you hated scary because you were terrified of them. Although, you would never admit it to anyone.

"Oh, thank you for the offer but I don't wanna be a burden."

"Come on, it will be fun." Harrison nudged your side and smiled softly. "I would love to have you there."

All the boys smirked with your little interaction, which made you blush a little and lower your sight to your drink. You took a big gulp before replying:

"Okay, sure. It will be nice."

But if you were being honest, everything was building your nerves up since that night at the pub. Not only the fact that you were going to watch horror movies, but also the fact that you would be spending the whole night at Harrison's house. It didn't matter if a whole bunch of other people would tag along, it still felt intimate.

So you put up your best Halloween themed outfit when you dressed up with your skeleton pajama jumpsuit. You did want to feel comfortable, but you also wanted to look cool. And that was a good way to do that. When the sun was starting to set, you drove to the boy’s place and found the driveway decorated with carved pumpkins and tombstones. The boys really put some effort into the decoration.

You knocked on the door and Harrison opened it up dressed as Freddy Krueger, but with sweatpants. He was holding a bowl of candy and a weird smile on his face, which softened when he saw who it was. He thought it would be just some kids from the neighbourhood asking for candy, but it was actually you - the girl he was in love with.

“Trick or treat!” You said with an exciting smile on your face.

“Hey, (Y/N). Happy Halloween.”

“Thanks.”

“Please, come in!”

You were the last to arrive. Well, to be fair, Tom, Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine lived in that house and Sam lived just a little further down the road, so it was only fair that they arrived early. But Sam’s girlfriend was already wrapped around him as they chose the best position to cuddle into the movie, and all the boys were already groaning because the girls they invited said they would not be coming.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s just start this thing.” Harry shrugged as he pressed play on the movie.

“Uhm, sorry. They are a bit boring today.” Harrison whispered since A Nightmare Before Christmas was already playing on the TV. “There’s no place left on the big couch, but I guess we can squeeze in the two-seat couch.”

“It’s okay for me.”

“Come on, I got us a pumpkin blanket.”

Spending time with Harrison was awesome, and this was probably the closest you’ve ever been to the boy. He made sure to share a blanket with you as you watched the first movie. He shared his popcorn and even invited you to give some candy to the kids that were knocking on the door. By now, the movie night was going pretty well because the movie wasn’t scary at all.

But the next movie on the list was The Ring and you were terrified of it. You tried to hide it from everyone, but eventually, you would wince and jump scared of what you were watching. Once you even hide your face on Harrison’s shoulder after a little scream.

“Hey, are you okay?” He whispered and you shook your head, still not looking at the TV. “Oh, you’re scared.”

“A little.” You groaned and felt the boy wrap his arms around you.

“It’s okay, I got you.” You felt comfortable and safe with him, so you melted into his hug.

“Harrison is showing off as a protective boyfriend, y’all.” Harry teased and the boys all laugh.

“What a tough boy.” Tuwaine tease. “I want a hug too, Hazzy. I’m scared.”

“Come on, just kiss already.” Tom teased and all the boys agreed.

“Hey, fuck off! She’s scared.” Harrison pressed her a little tighter on his chest and threw daggers with his eyes at the boys.

For the rest of the night, you were secured with him. The other movies weren’t so scaring with him holding you. When you were feeling afraid, you would grip on his hand tightly and he would distract you. And it was actually very comfortable. On the third movie, he spent the whole thing petting your hair and listening to some other jokes from the boys. And on the fourth movie, you lied your head on his shoulder and played with his hand.

By the time it was 4 am, you were starting to get a little sleepy. The boys were still hyped with Monster House - lighter movie after a few very scary movies - but you were definitely fancying some sleep. Also, you were a little cold, so you sneaked off to the kitchen to make yourself some tea.

“Come on, Harrison. Go kiss her!” Tom whispered once you were off and Harrison rolled his eyes.

“Just leave us alone.”

“Haz, she’s so into you. The way she looks at you…” Tuwaine said and a small smile cracked on the blonde’s face.

“And you’ve been holding each other all night.” Sam finished.

“Just go ask her to stay the night with you.” Harry finished. Harrison suddenly had a wave of confidence hitting his body and he smiled widely.

“I’ll go after her.” He whispered and the boys silently cheered.

He found you in the kitchen, pouring hot tea in a cup. You smiled warmly to see him and made sure to pour another one for him because you knew he was a sucker for tea and wouldn’t deny some. He silently thanked for the tea and sat next to you.

“Thank you for making my night a little better, Haz.” You nudged him. “I’m very scared of horror movies and I’m thankful to have someone to help me feel a little better.”

“It’s nothing. I’ll always make you feel safe if I can.” He smiled warmly back. “Uhm, I like you, (Y/N). I like you a lot. And tonight’s been pretty amazing.”

“I like you too, Hazzy. A lot.” He put a stray of your hair behind your ear and licked his lips.

“C-can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You smiled before feeling his lips against yours.

The kiss brought a little sweetness to this scary Halloween night. You were tired, but you were willing to stay awake until the sunrise just kissing him. It didn’t last long, but it was a perfect first kiss, and you felt like it wasn’t going to be the last of the night.

“Are you tired?” He asked, very close to your lips.

“A little, but… I don’t wanna go to sleep right now.”

“We can watch the rest of Monster House cuddled up on the couch and ditch them after the movie.” He suggested. “I really would love if you spent the night. I-If that’s not too much for you.”

“Of course! I would love to cuddle and watch the rest of the movie. And I’ll actually accept staying over because there’s no way I’m sleeping alone in my apartment after The Ring.” You laughed once again and kissed one more time before going back to the living room.

The boys all cheered loudly when they saw you two come back to the living room together and holding hands. You didn’t care, deciding to only sit on Harrison’s lap and rest your head on his chest. He left many kisses across your face, and even stole some from your lips. You did steal some back and you were enjoying it a lot. The boys did tease you a little more, but you didn’t care because you had each other.

And that was definitely the best night of sleep you had in your life. Harrison made you feel safe and feel loved, so you weren’t scared at all. He would always be there to hold you whenever you need it. He is your safe haven.

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bts-reveries · 4 years

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mini me | 16

You and Youngdo were talking last night, while you were at the cafe after he suggested having breakfast the next morning.

Well it’s now the next day and he was sitting across from you at your kitchen table, in your home. This time, Youngjae was sitting next to him. You watched the two closely as they ate the food you prepared. They were so alike. Not just by how they looked when they smiled, but the way they liked their pancakes. For you, personally, you liked it with fruit and some whipped cream. Both Youngdo and Youngjae shared a whole bottle of syrup, drowning their pancakes in them.

“I want more,” Youngjae says, mouth full and his lips shiny with syrup. Youngdo smiles at him, cutting up a piece of his pancake and feeding it to his son.

“This was my favorite, mommy made this a lot for me back then,” he says, glancing up at you. You smile at him, taking a bite of your food.

“It’s Youngjae’s favorite too,” you inform him, pointing your fork at your son. Youngjae giggles, scooting off of his chair and running off to his room.

“I’m done eating!” He yells from the hallway.

“You’re not going to help us clean up?” Youngdo yells out to him.

“It’s okay, we’re not done eating yet anyways,” you tell him. It was just you two now. It’s not as awkward as it used to be and you’re liking it. Youngdo nods, taking another bite of his food.

“So what are your plans for the rest of the day?” He asks.

“Nothing much, but Youngjae and I will be going to Taehyung’s later to finish off his painting,” you tell him.

“You guys are always with him don’t you think?” He says. You nod.

“Yeah, but that’s because we like spending time with him. Is there anything wrong with that?” Youngdo looks away from you and shakes his head.

“Of course not.”

“Okay. Well, it kinda seems like it bothers you,” you say, setting your fork down.

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“Don’t act like I don’t notice,” you tell him. Knowing how his smile falters whenever you or Youngjae mentions Taehyung’s name.

“Okay, fine. Maybe just a little bit,” he confesses.

“But why? There’s nothing going on with us, and if there was, we’re not together anymo--”

“But what if I want us to be together again,” he blurts out. You stare at him blankly back. Thrown back by his words.

“Youngdo…” you say slowly, “we don’t love each other like that anymore.” He shakes his head.

“No you don’t love me like that anymore. I’ve never stopped loving you.” You let out a shaky breath. You shake your head, pulling your hands into your lap.

“Youngdo, you know why we’re not together anymore,” you say, looking back up at him.

“I know, but I can change. Can’t you see that I have?”

“Youngdo, I love, love, love, seeing you and Youngjae get along. I’ve dreamt of this for so long. But it’s not the same if you’re just doing this for us.” You tell him, your eyes starting to get glossy. “It’s not just me anymore.. It’s me and Youngjae now. It’s either both of us or none--”

“But I do love both of you. I want you two in my life. I want us three back together, like it should've been. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize--”

“Why now though? Out of all times? Is it because of Taehyung?” Again, hearing his name, his expression changed.

“Why do you always have to mention him,” he says with an annoyed laugh.

“Ever since he came into our life, you started changing. Giving our son what he wants, doing what he likes…”

“The weekend I had Jae, all he did was talk about Uncle Cupcake. These past two years we were apart, I’ve been working hard to follow my dreams, to be successful so I can win you two back.” He scoffs, biting his cheek, turning away. “But then that Cupcake came along and I just knew he wasn’t going away so I had to work faster.” You knit your brows together as you listen to him and he looks back at you.

“I know you liked it-- loved-- how the three of us are spending more time together. I know it’s what you’ve always wanted. What you’ve wished for. Why don’t we make it a reality?”

“Uncle Tae!” Youngjae yells, jumping up into Taehyung’s arms once he opens the door.

“Hey bud, I missed you,” Taehyung says, carrying him up and hugging him tight. “Come on in,” he tells you. You thanked him as you entered his house, already being greeted by Yeontan.

“Hi Tannie,” you say, squatting down to rub the little one’s belly.

“Shall we finish up your painting?” Taehyung asks. You nod, standing back up and walking to his living room, sitting down on the same stool as last time. You look around and see that he had many canvases on the floor and on his couches. Although they were all covered.

“Did you do a lot more paintings for the exhibit?” You ask, looking around his living room. Taehyung puts your son down and sits in front of the easel again, his box of paint already prepared next to him.

“Can I see your paintings?” Youngjae asks, ready to pull down the covers of one of the canvases on the couch.

“Nope,” Taehyung says, swiftly grabbing Youngjae and sitting him on his lap. “They’re not totally finished yet and I don’t want anyone seeing them until the exhibition. If I get in.” Youngjae pouts as he’s sitting on Taehyung’s lap, staring at the unfinished painting of you right in front of him.

“I’m sure you’ll get in, when do you need to submit it by?” You ask.

“A week from now,” he says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. You look at all the canvases he has scattered around.

“Well you have plenty of time and you have all of these paintings almost done so you should be good… right?” You ask. Taehyung tilts his head to the side.

“If I stay home this entire week, then maybe… but if I do that, Sohyun would fire me,” he says with wide eyes, making you laugh.

“Ah.. true. We’ll make sure to leave you alone to finish your work, right Youngjae?” You say, moving your head to the side to see your son, who’s being covered by the large painting. He pouts, scooting farther in Taehyung’s lap.

“I want to stay with Uncle Taetae,” he says quietly.

“Uncle’s going to be busy, we can spend time with your friends and your other uncles. Even daddy!” You assure him. He softly smiles back.

“Speaking of, how are you and Youngdo?” Taehyung asks you, hiding behind the painting, continuing it.

“We’re doing well, actually…” You can’t see it, but Taehyung looked a little sad behind the canvas.

“That’s good! I’m glad you’re getting what you’ve always wanted,” he replies cheerfully. You sigh at those words. To be honest, at this point, you don’t know if you still want what you’ve always wanted.

“Is everything okay?” Taehyung asks, peeking over to look at you.

“Yeah,” you smile, “I’m fine. Umm-- Do you think the painting will finish today?”

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sugawara-sweetheart · 4 years

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**comfort character asks **

i’m scared of annoying moots w all these asks so i compiled them into a post!! also I feel like a lot of people enjoyed this so I'd always be happy to hear more about your comfort characters + I hope this can just be some warmth + lighthearted happiness to everyone <33

❥anon: I just convinced myself that Tsukki would love me because I kin Yamaguchi (we're both INFPs), but also because I'm usually really quiet and don't have an explosive personality, I wouldn't mind his saltiness too much and would like to be near him even if we are not talking/interacting

oh he definitely would like you- the way i see tsukishima I feel like your personality would be super ideal for him + he’d feel a sense of calmness around you. i see him just really trusting you + feeling at ease around you aww

❥ anon: my comfort character is tsukki (chile...i know) and i actually feel like we’d get along well bc we both have soft spots for yamaguchi and both would absolutely not be into anyone’s shit 😭 i’d still be a huge brat to him though because i too have an ego and a superiority complex at times 😔 but he’s a brat tamer so it’s all good

awww you, tsukki + yams just being the best friendship (you + tsukki being the couple tho👀)omg you two would be such a savage pair ahahaha + you’d egg each other on rip anyone who annoys you both. and you know what? brat supremacy, as you should

❥ @scorpiomoonweebs: _Hi hi hi so I know that this character isn’t from hq but my comfort character is Kirishima from MHA,, he makes me feel like I deserve to be loved and I think he would love me because I have so much love to give!! I’m great with communication nd I’d like to think I’m pretty! But overall I think he would love me because we’d be able to support each other and want to make sure the other is happy. ((This made me feel so nice to write out🥺 thank you so much))

hi! it’s okay I've watched most of bnha so im happy to chat about it :)) aww thatS SO CUTE + I completely agree w you. kirishima would think you’re beautiful + he would love to love you + receive your love back. your relationship would be so pure + sweet <33 you’re always welcome to chat about your fave characters w me btw, like I always welcome hcs in my ask box. also I really admire you for being so good to yourself + giving yourself credit for what you deserve, I hope I can be like you one day <33

❥ @starofmiran: i have so many comfort characters, but I'll just talk about the hq ones. Aone, I used to be selectively mute and extremely shy so I understand him being quiet so well and would have an easy time with what he's wanting to express without using words, I think. Tendou, I was bullied for my looks and still kinda am, so I just think we'd get along and I don't care what anyone thinks of how I look now?? Mattsun, I have an obsession with death so we could talk for HOURS about it without worry

aww that’d be so cute + I feel like you’d really understand aone + not be scared of him like everyone else does so he’d feel so safe + happy around you!! I'm so sorry those nasty people bullied you I think you're beautiful + you don’t deserve it all but tendou would love your look so much!! AN OBSESSION WITH DEATH I LOVE THAT SO MUCH omg you and mattsun just spending hours talking about dead bodies + death sgshsg- the thing is that’s such a surprising + rare thing to be interested in it’d be so cute for you and mattsun to talk about <3

❥ @kaaidalupita: noya would like me bc we’re both feral gremlins, i’d probably follow him around, and because i’m willing to try new things with him. Yaku would like me because i have a short temper, i’m not afraid to put people in their places, and i like to help others(he’d probably hate that i do it at my expense though)

BAHAHAH FERAL GREMLINS ME THREE! noya would love for you to follow him around + he'd take such good care of you (like remember when hinata calls him senpai + he gets super excited + takes it really seriously like it’s his responsibility) BAHAHA I SEE YAKU BEING REALLY PROUD OF YOU WHEN YOU GO OFF AT LEV maybe you even take it turns like ooh who’s gonna get pissed this time

❥anon: I think Kenma would like me bc im pretty calm and i dont really enjoy going outside... I play video games too but i'm not a super good player, i just like playing for fun. I would wrap him like a burrito with a blanket and just scratch his scalp from time to time, maybe kiss his cheeks if i see he is relax and we'll just spend the day like that. Cozy and confortable over all 👉🏻👈🏻 🥺

aww kenma would love it when you play with him for fun + maybe he’d even let you win a few times🥺aww BLANKET BURRITO SO CUTE + he would love that or maybe he’d get you to be part of the burrito too! thats super cute + I love comfortable dynamics like that

❥anon: I think Akaashi like me cause we like to read books together! I have my book in one hand and the other is intertwinted with his. He prepared some hot cocoa and we sip the drinks casually, a blanket on your laps with my legs on top of his. Dreamy sigh i'm Soft for this boy 🥺

that’s so cute- imagine bookshop dates too or picking up books for each other like ‘I think you’d like this’ god that’s just so damn cute I love this so so so much

❥anon: i’m not sure what i have to offer but i’d like to think aone would like that i’m rather low energy and remind him to relax and rest when he needs it and that it’s okay to slow down and take things at your own pace. i also feel like he’ll take a sense of pride in the food i cook for him and would enjoy cooking together and exchanging new recipes with each other. and just maybe he’ll find it a little cute how much smaller i am than him when i hold his hand... maybe

you have plenty of offer dont ever sell yourself short, okay? aone would be super proud of you- he’d be so appreciate of everything you do for him + that you cherish him too + you’d be the light of his life. he would really love cooking with you, I think he’d find it so relaxing and bc he’s so big he'd be so so gentle w you + feel so protective of you. you’d be his baby + he doesn't take criticism

❥ @kenji-futakoochi: Also super late to the party because timezones but-Aone would probably love how excitable I can be when I really start waffling on a topic that I love, he would probably be the only one content to actually listen through my 20 minute rants about random shit like my love of Mac n cheese and why only this brand is acceptable, or why this character in this show is an absolute cinnamon roll and my 30 point discussion as to why they deserve all the good things😅 I could talk for hours about random stuff like that you already know

that’s so cute + he really would, I love when people let you waffle on about the things you’re passionate about even if they don’t know what you're talking about ahahah + aone would defo do it w you! also yes desktop emojis!! here

#sweetheart asks <3 #sweetheart: anon #sweetheart: kenji-futakoochi #sweetheart: kaaidalupita #sweetheart: starofmiran #yuli💞✨

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Hater

In which Y/N tries to convince herself that she does not have any feelings for Jeff and miserably fails.

warnings: cursing, a really bad apology (like damn I’m sorry im bad at conversing and it shows lmao)

a/n: For the really nice @ilsolee, who requested something from my Drabble List. Thank you for requesting this. I loved this concept and even played with the thought of breaking it into a series (I ended up not doing that but if you want me to next time, to make it a little longer or even more detailed, just tell me).

As always, I’m open to feedback :)

4. Right now, you’re just being really annyoing.

6. How come you’re still so stubborn, Sugar?

21. Can I kiss you?

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She hated him. She hated his dumb smirk and his overly attractive body. She hated the way he talked to her and how he didn't seem to care about people when he interacted with them. His cringy beard triggered her and the muscles on his body intimidated her. There was nothing on this man that could attract her to Jeff Wittek.

Well, those were the points. And Y/N wasn't going to change her mind about this awfully handsome man. At least she didn't want to and found herself relaxing every time she dug a little deeper to find more reasons, why she could hate him. As if him being an ex convict wasn't enough reason to keep a distance, Y/N was intrigued by slipping into his past to be a step ahead for every comment he spat her way. That way she could tell herself that, no matter what he would say to her, she knew something about him that nobody else did. And that gave her the feeling of superiority she seeked a little too often these days.

“What do you think about that, Y/N”, Jeff questioned and raised his eyebrows at her, who had yet to answer his question. There it was again: that stupid smirk. God, she wanted to smack it out of his face every time she saw it. And not the gentle way. The way that would leave a red mark in the form of her hand for several hours. Though it was really hard for her to resist that urge right now, she settled for a snarky comment instead.

“I think that right now, you're just being really annoying.” A low hush went through the room and Y/N noticed Jeff’s face scrunching up in a faked, pained one. He continued to place his hand above his heart before relieving a loud cry.

“You're so mean! Oh god, I think I have to kill myself now.” The rest of their friends laughed, which made Y/N feel quite uncomfortable.

“Bohoo, you gonna call your mom now?” Y/N scooched deeper into the cushions as she noticed how childish her behavior had been the whole day.

“Honestly, doll. If you want to upset me, you have to come up with some better roasts. That shit was weak. I feel like I’m arguing with a fifth grader.” Y/N groaned. Another thing she hated about Jeff: him calling her ‘doll’ in that dumb Jersey accent of his.

Sending a growl over to Jeff, Y/N stood up and headed towards the kitchen. She rummaged through the cabinets until she found something to snack her anger away on and proceeded to snatch a water bottle from the fridge. She sat on the counter of David’s kitchen and stared at the white tiles a little longer until she felt a hand on her shoulder and a whiff of strawberry entered the room. Carly. Honestly, Y/N didn't want to talk right now. Drowning her anger in food and tv shows seemed far more appealing to her than engaging in a discussion about her well being or a certain other person she didn't want to think about right now. She knew she had embarrassed herself. Not only today, but all the other times she would start to bicker with Jeff about the most random things.

“Hey Y/N/N…” Carly pushed herself up on the counter next to her and took a cookie from her friend's hand. She knew that Y/N didn't want to talk, but she also couldn't help but wonder what fed the deep hatred her best friend had for Jeff. A man, who had actually been pretty nice and funny to Carly during the time they had known each other. Sure, he wasn't the nicest to Y/N, but that was mainly, because her friend never had anything nice to say towards him, either. Carly would have reacted the same way, if somebody would greet her with such an attitude from day one on. She couldn't bring herself to ask Y/N, though. Knowing deep down that she probably had a good reason to behave the way she did.

A nudge ripped Y/N out of her trance. “Jeff is actually pretty nice, you know?” The platine blonde murmured while glancing back to the living room in which most of their friends gathered at the moment. Jeff shared a short glance with her before turning his attention back to the discussion that was going on.

“Carly, I’m not magically going to love that guy just because you say he’s ‘pretty nice’.” Y/N chuckled in a mocking manner and turned her head towards her best friend. “I don't like him and that’s final. I find reasons to not like him every day and that is ok. I don't have to like everybody you're friends with. If you want to hang out with a former convict, then do it, but don't expect me to join you again.”

Carly sighed before hopping down from the counter to stand between Y/N’s legs. She looked into her eyes, trying to find a hint of sorrow in them, but nothing. Not even a little bit of dishonesty glimmered in her orbs. She let her head down, shaking it in the process.

“If you say so…” Carly went back to the common area and Y/N was left to sit alone again. She stared at the ceiling for a while and then at the walls. After a couple of minutes, that got pretty boring, so she just decided to leave. She didn’t need them to have fun. And she definitely didn't need to show them how bothered she was by her friends hanging out with people that didn't appreciate her.

It had been a week since her last encounter with Jeff and Y/N couldn't help but feel pretty good about avoiding any situations regarding him. She occupied herself with paperwork and her dog, Dax. Fully ignoring the fact that she felt a little lonely inside, she watched her friends’ Snapchat stories daily. The restaurant she was working at had not been that busy the last couple days, which lead to Y/N getting off early and left to spend even more time in her Apartment, alone, with Dax, of course.

Another week went by and to say the least, Y/N was bored. Her daily routines had consisted of eating, working, and sleeping. She had finished pretty much every series existent on Netflix and there was nothing else to do. She found herself sitting on her phone again. This time, almost envying the fun her friends had without her. But she couldn’t bring herself to text them. She needed to prove it to herself and them that she didn't care if they hung out with people she didn't want around. Mainly, she needed to convince herself, but that facade began to falter with every minute that went by.

A sudden knock on her door echoed through the room and Y/N got up quickly. Too excited that something was happening, she sprinted to the door and basically ripped it open. The handle rammed into the wall and left an evident hole, but Y/N didn’t care.

“I’m done with your shit ass attitude!” Carly stormed into the apartment with heavy steps and came to a stop at the dining table. The confusion was clearly written over Y/N’s features as she watched her best friend stand in front of her with crossed arms.

“What do you mean?”

Carly scoffed. An action she had perfected over the years she had known Y/N. “I will not stop hanging out with Jeff, just because you don't like him! Accept that for God’s sake!” Her chest was heaving and Y/N had not seen her friend this furious in a very long time.

The tension between them began to rise, but Y/N wouldn't break. “Well then you have a problem, because I will not ‘hang’ with the devil himsel-” But she was cut off by the blonde.

“Jeff. It’s Jeff! You know, you could actually say his name for once! He’s a human being just like everyone else. And it's not fair that you treat him like shit just because of his background. I didn't think that I was friends with a person that is so selfish and shallow that they would reject people based on the things that happened in the past. We all know what he did! And it's not like he is a killer or psychopath! Especially the people in our group of friends should be able to rely on each other and not be scared that there will be talking behind their back. Because you know what?! That’s exactly what happened with Trisha and now everyone hates her! Do you want that?! Then just say it because I need to know!”

Her words were like a wake up call. One that hit deep in the gut and spread through the body in hives of pain until it reached the brain and it could actually register what had just been said. Y/N trained her eyes on the floor. If Carly put it that way, it did sound like Y/N had grown into a horrible person. A person, she most certainly didn't want to be. Not in her or anyone else’s eyes. It pained her to see, how wrecked her friend got by the thought of Y/N being like the person Carly had described seconds before.

“Y/N! Fuck! Say something! … God damn it, I need by best friend back and I need to know if she’s still here.”

With that, Y/N couldn't hold it anymore. A loud sob escaped her lungs and the tears followed soon after.

“I’m so sorry, Carly.” , she sobbed as she tried to stop the tears from falling, “I’m so sorry, I’m a horrible person…”

Through blurry eyes Y/N could see her friend trying to prevent some tears from falling as well, but she kept quiet. Waiting for an explanation on her end.

“I don’t hate him. I don't hate him for his past or his humor I don't hate him at all. God why is this so hard?!” Y/N kept wiping away the salty wetness on her cheeks and proceeded to talk. “I just thought that… if I told myself that I didn't like him, I would believe myself, eventually. I don't care if he went to jail or prison or whatever. I don't care at all… I just wanted to protect myself and I guess, I went a little too far…”

Silence. It was crushing and if silence had a sound in this second, it would have been something that would make your ears explode. Carly knew, what her best friend meant when she said ‘she wanted to protect herself’. It had been a secret between the two of them, but Y/N didn't exactly have the best relationships in the past. In fact, Y/N and her ex-boyfriends all ended on bad terms. And it had taken at least three month and about five pounds of ice cream or chocolate to make her leave the house again, every time. Y/N didn't seem like it, because of her sassy attitude, but she got attached too quickly and fell way too hard. Carly should have suspected it, seeing that Jeff checked pretty much all of the boxes Y/N’s ex’s did, too. She felt regret rushing through her for throwing those words at her, but she was fairly desperate herself, being without her best friend for over two weeks. They had both been too stubborn to text each other and now they saw what it did to them. They were both devastated and exhausted. It didn't do anyone any good if those two were not together at least once a day.

“You have to tell him.” Carly spoke after ten minutes of remaining silent.

This made Y/N snap her head up again. “I can’t! Not after everything, I have said to him!” Her eyes were wide in shock and she stepped closer to the blonde girl leaning on her table. “Besides, we both know that the last weeks were just foreshadowing of what would happen if Jeff and I would… “ She didn't speak any further, noticing that she had actually said his name out loud for the first time.

“Well, you have to at least say something to him! Apologize. Because whatever is happening right now, is just childish.”

Carly was right. Y/N hated when her friend was right. And even though it was probably going to be more embarrassing than her fist time, she knew that she had to talk to Jeff.

Believing that nothing would change her mind about said man was probably a stupid thing to do. To say she was nervous to talk to somebody, she had spent the past year insulting, even more so. The whole time, she was so focused on his background and things magazines and haters wrote about him, she had never even considered to investigate further into his personality. Not that she had thought it was going to be any better than her assumptions, anyway. Though, she never had a friendly conversation with him, she had to admit that she had always been the one starting the snappy comments and he probably just followed along.

With that in mind, Y/N stood at a balck door with the number 703 printed on it in gold. How was she going to approach this? She didn't know, either. But she knew that she had to fix it somehow. Y/N wasn't a bad person after all and seeing that she had the opportunity to at least try and fix things, cleared her conscious a little.

She knocked on the door gently, secretly praying that noone was home and she could just push this event to another day, but her hopes were shattered after a few seconds. The door opened and behind it was the man himself. Shirtless, of course. He had a toothbrush in his right hand and was holding the door open with the other. The light from the window behind him made his body glow in a sunrise-orange tone and Y/N had to scold herself for comparing him to an image of Adonis right there. His questioning facial expression changed to a cocky one as soon as he registered who had been interrupting his morning routine on this day and he moved his body to the side to motion for her to come in. Y/N followed his demands, inspecting his home. Even though she had known him for several months now, she had never even seen his apartment complex before. And looking at the plane walls surrounding rooms that were provided with a minimum of furniture, she decided that she had not missed out on anything. It was the typical man cave. With its lack of decoration and the fminine touch that made every home a home, it appeared rather unwelcoming and cool to her.

Jeff returned from the bathroom without the toothbrush and went to the fridge to get some water.

“What did I earn your company with on this fine morning?” Jeff cocked an eyebrow at the woman standing in his living room. It was pretty relaxing that she had not started this morning with an argument and Jeff didn't know it yet, but Y/N was about to surprise him for the second time today.

With that, Y/N turned to him and took his body in one more time before shrugging her shoulders and continuing to look around his apartment. The apology she had planned was weighing on her chest, but now that she was actually standing here with him, alone, she didn't know if ‘I like your shirt’ was the best entry into this conversation. Apart from the fact that he was not even wearing a shirt, it was the best Y/N had come up with for an icebreaker.

She noticed some dog toys on the floor and decided to settle with that for the start.

“I Have a dog, too.” Y/N motioned to the water bowl next to her and forced a smile on her face to try and hide the humiliation that spilled over her in a giant wave.

Jeff looked into her eyes intently and answered with a frozen expression. “Yeah mine died last week.”

“Oh.” ‘I like your shirt’ suddenly seemd a lot less stupid. Y/N escaped a nervous laugh as she tried to come up with something to say, but Jeff just chuckled after noticing her puzzled expression.

“Just kidding, Nerf’s at the groomers.” A rush of adrenaline filled Y/N veins by those words. He was a dick, but she had to get this over with, somehow. Otherwise, Carly would whoop her ass and send her back to his door, right after and Y/n was not planning on this event to happen.

“Why don't you just tell me something you hate about this place and we take our separate path’s again?” Jeff was serious. He couldn't figure out, why she was here, or what she could possibly want from him, other than a battle of words, he would win anyways. So when Y/N fell silent again, he couldn't help but wonder if this was about something bigger than just another snarky comment.

“No.” Y/N looked away. Too big was the embarrassment she would face in the next minutes, if she was really going through with her plan of apologizing.

They had come so far already, not being caught up in an argument about something inconsequential for the whole time they were in his apartment and jeff could sense the conflict in her mind from a mile away. He was a pretty good liar himself and that subconsciously helped him to read people fairly well.

“How come you’re still so stubborn, Sugar?” A smirk snugg onto his face, again while he approached her from behind, trying to turn her focus to him.

Y/N had shivers running down her spine with those words. There was no denying, anymore. Jeff was an attractive man, but the fact that he knew it, gave her enough reason to not let him know how she felt about him. It was tough, and seeing that he had a dog, left her wondering if there weren't many more things they had in common.

She turned around and stared up at him. Jeff was dangerously close to her, but Y/N did not attempt to increase the distance between them. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but the things she would say next were uncomfortable, too. Where was the point in changing anything about their current situation when she knew that it only got worse from here on? Exactly, there was none.

“What I’ve been meaning to say is that… I’m sorry. I have been mean to your for the sake of keeping you off my mind and it didn't even work. I just started beef with you, because I was scared. I was scared to face the fact that you are a pretty nice guy and on top of that someone I could actually fall for. You have been nothing but nice to all of my friends and even me. That is, until I started to open my stupid mouth. I’m incredibly sorry, Jeff. I hope you know that everything I said to you was not to be taken seriously. And that I’m not mad at you for the things you said to me. I honestly think, I deserve for those to be tattooed on my forehead for my shitty behavior. I’m… ugh… I’m just sorry and I hope that we can start over. I would love to be your friend if you want that, too. Though, I would understand if you don’t. I’m sorry, I truly am.”

That was a much needed release of pressure, which was crushing Y/N’s soul with every second she had to hold it in. The hardest part was over. Now, she just had to deal with the consequences. And those were something Y/N surely did not expect.

“Can I kiss you?”, was all he said as he searched for her eyes in the glimmer of the morning sun rising outside his windows.

A shocked expression covered her face. She had just overcome the most embarrassing thing she could imagine and Jeff had totally ignored her. Rude.

“What?”

Jeff chuckled. “It's just, what you just said was pretty hot and I would just like to kiss you right now.”

Noone had ever initiated a kiss this casually and Y/N didn't care anymore at this point. She knew that the second Carly had told her to talk to Jeff, her mission of protecting herself from him and the eventual heartbreak, would be cancelled. And she was a 100% right.

“I guess I have a thing for people apologizing. Especially if they are as pretty as you.” Y/N shivered. That was, in a weird way, the sweetest thing she had heard in a long time and she couldn't help but nod her head ‘yes’.

Jeff didn't hesitate for another second. Too strong was the longing he had felt for her from the second she introduced herself to him months ago. He pushed his lips against hers, forcing her to stand on her tippy toes and locking her hands on his shoulders for support. They shared a closed mouth kiss for a couple of seconds before Jeff grabbed the back of her head with one hand. The other sneaking down her spine and stopping at the small of her back to push her even closer to him. A small whimper escaped Y/N’s lips and Jeff took that opportunity to slide his tongue in her mouth to french kiss. He explored her mouth, not leaving one corner untouched or unappreciated. Jeff was good at it. He was so good at it that Y/N just let herself fall into the kiss and let him take the lead, not even ringing his tongue for dominance. After a couple of seconds, she snuck her hands up his neck and buried her fingers into the buzzed hair on the back of his head. The stubbles tingled her skin and she just melted farther into his body.

They broke apart after what felt like hours. Both panting, they looked at each other still wrapped into one another. There was a comfortable silence and tension between the two of them that was buzzing in their heads like electricity.

“You know, I always liked you, Y/N. I knew you would drop your act, eventually and just be mine.” Jeff grinned down to her, knowing he had finally won her over.

“Keep up that attitude and I can't promise anything.” Y/N smiled, too. She was willing to see where this was going, but for now she would just live in the moment and enjoy the time, in which no one gave her a reason to worry about anything. Especially not Jeff.

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