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star-suh · 4 months

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Don't Chew More Than You Can Swallow

Johnny Suh x Male Reader

cw: top johnny, pseudo-incest, underwear kink, musk kink, degradation, praising, breeding, hickeys, blowjob, deepthroat, manhandling, implied size kink, snowballing, age gap (yn is 20 and johnny is 25).

an: this is the other idea from @ldrei

also i was lazy to think about names for the mom and the stepfather so yuh.

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“ok yn, i want you to put on a smile on that face we're almost near the house” yn's mom said while driving towards their new home.

some years ago yn was part of a loving and happy family until one day his father, an honorable police officer, died during a raid against a gang. yn and his mother were devastated, mourning his death for the next couple of months. but life goes on and we have to let go and move on, right? after like a year yn's mother started dating another police officer, months later they made their relationship official and decided to get married, which brings us to the beginning of the story, yn and his mother would move to their new home, where yn's new father and new brother, a 25 years old guy, live already.

“hello we're home” yn's mom greeted, “hey honey” yn's stepdad appeared and kissed her, “hey yn, how are you?”; “i'm good.. thanks” he replied, “glad to know that” the older man said with a smile on his face.

yn walked towards the kitchen searching for a glass to drink some water, “the cups are up there” someone said, yn turned around and there he was his new stepbrother “the name's johnny” he extended his hand and yn grabbed it to shake it, his hand was way bigger than yn's, “i'm yn.. n-nice to meet you” he laughed nervously, “i say the same, see you later then” johnny said winking at him and waving a goodbye.

a couple of months have passed, everything was going good for everyone except for yn. he was thirsting over johnny 24/7, when he walked around the house with just a short on and no underwear because he can clearly see his bulge swing around everytime he walks, his body is to die for ‘god i wish i could lick those abs right now’ thought yn. it was even more harder for yn to not think about johnny fucking him when he was on the room next to him rearranging some woman's insides, the banging sounds going straight to yn's ears, ‘i wish that was me’ he thought. and that's the only thing yn can do, fantasize about him because well… his stepbrother is straight.

johnny sent yn to search something in his room, he did as he was told but something catches his attention, a pair of underwears resting on a pile of clothes. driven by his impulses, he grabbed one and began to sniff it, his face immediately turning red and a bulge growing in his pants "johnny~" he moaned softly.

he went quickly to his room, locked the door and began to jerk off, wrapping the underwear around his cock sliding it up and down while biting a pillow to suppress the moans.

the weeks passed and yn's desire for johnny only increased. every time johnny brought someone home to fuck, while his parents were away, yn always masturbated listening to their moans.

one day yn was masturbating again with his the underwear until a voice interrupted him, "hey yn!" a shirtless johnny called opening the door with a bang "what the hell were you doing? i've been calling you for a while" he asked with a somewhat angry tone. "sorry johnny, what do you want?" yn questioned, "these last few months you have been the one picking the dirty clothes to take them to the laundry room, have you by any chance seen my underwear? they have been missing” he scratches his head. “i have no idea johnny” yn replied with a nervous laugh. “hmm… it's okay” and just like that, johnny left.

worried that johnny would find out, he grabbed all the dirty clothes and ran down to the laundry room. there he turned on the washing machine and placed the underwear there and just when he was going to press the button to start the washing cycle a big hand stopped him, a low and very deep voice whispered in his ear "i thought you didn't know where my fucking underwear was" the warm breath sending shivers down his spine, “you're such a dirty pervert yn” he laugh was deep and sexy.

“j-johnny i-i” yn didn't know what to do, “you thought you were slick with it but no, did you think i didn't notice how you stared at me every time i walked around the house shirtless, how your eyes went from my abs to my bulge, shit i even could feel how you fucked me with your eyes”. johnny positioned himself behind yn, his huge bulge rubbing against yn's ass, "even every night i fucked someone i could hear your slutty moans on the other side of the wall, how you moaned my name was… so sexy... now i kinda want to hear them again" the taller was leaving small kisses on yn's neck, he then took out his huge cock from his shorts and rubbed it on yn's clothed ass “do you want to taste my cock, yn?", his sexy low voice doing things down there on yn's crotch area.

“j-johnny” yn stuttered “i-i'm sorry” a little moan escaping his mouth. “if you want to apologize you have to take responsibility about this” he slams his thick heavy cock against yn's ass again. “y-yes” yn fell to his knees and started kissing the tip, using one hand to stroke the rest of the shaft while the other was stroking his own.

“you're so nasty yn, look at you sucking at your brother's cock. aren't you such a nasty slut huh?” johnny grabs his head and starts to mouthfuck him, forcing yn to deepthroat him, “come on you can do more than that, it's barely halfway in”, little by little yn swallowed it all, johnny locked his head with his arms. the gagging sounds being like music to his ears. “there you go, you're doing so good for me”.

johnny lifted yn and fold him against the washing machine, rubbing the tip of his cock in the other's hole “want me to destroy you, cockwhore?” he says once again using that sexy low voice that drives yn crazy “p-please~ do it”.

johnny was slamming so hard that the washing machine was moving too, yn's legs were shaking due to how good johnny was fucking him, "how does my little fucktoy feel.. is this what you wanted? my thick, heavy cock opening your ass?"; “yes johnny please wreck me” yn replied withiut thinking, “so desperate”.

johnny lifted yn and carried him from the laundry room to his bedroom but without stopping fucking him. the thrusts were slow but as powerful as the harsh ones because he always manages to brush yn's prostate with the tip of his cock, drawing whimpers out of his mouth that made johnny chuckle, ‘so cute’ he thinks.

they're finally on the bedroom, johnny throw yn towards his bed, attacking his neck with kisses and leaving some bruises here and there. his big, tall body towering over yn's. “i have a deal for you” the taller comments, “if you can take me without cumming you'll be my little fucktoy boyfriend. what do you think?” he keeps on kissing yn's body until he reaches the nipples and suck on them. “hngh i really w-want that” the bottom squirmed.

the fat cock went in and out, going in even harder than the last time, johnny's balls slapping against yn's ass “who's being a good cockwhore?” the top asks, “m-... me” yn struggles to answer due to the harsh thrusts “i'm johnny's g-good cockwhore”.

“but you're only mine right?”.

“yeah i'm only yours…”.

both sealed the deal with a gentle kiss, contrasting with the rough thrusts. “fuck i'm gonna cum” johnny growls, he took advantage of the fact that his cock reached so deep inside yn to make him cum, however he let himself be carried away by the moment and filled yn's ass up with that warm sperm.

yn barely managed to hold off his cumming so johnny now has to fulfill the deal they just made. "it seems like i'm your little fucktoy boyfriend now"; "i think so," johnny adds, “and a cute one”.

“you took me so well pretty boy, i think you deserve a threat” and as he said that he went down and started to suck yn's cock “j-johnny you don't have to~”; “mmm mmm, i want to, prince” the sweet name embarrasing yn so much that he covered his face with his arms, feeling the little chuckle the taller let out. with a few more strokes yn came inside johnny's mouth, “shit that's some good blowjob johnny” yn rode his high while johnny crawls up until he is face to face with yn, with one hand he opens the bottom's mouth and spits the sperm in there, then kisses and plays with it between their mouths.

johnny carries yn to the bathroom where they both take a bath, then get dressed and fall asleep in the bed.

“look at them, aren't they cute” yn's mom said watching them both sleeping while hugging, “yeah i think they're gonna be good brothers” the stepdad adds with a huge smile in his face.

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seulgiwifeee · 3 months

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craving irene fluff where she gets mad at you for switching your fabric softener because she loved the smell of your original one (cuz yk the girl knows her scents)

ugh just the idea of irene being so cute is bugging me

♡ Member: Irene x Femreader

♡ Theme: Fluff

♡ Warnings: None

Word count: 1.8k

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Irene happily arrived at your apartment complex early that Friday morning, coming over as quickly as she possibly could, not wanting to spare any more seconds that she could've been using to spend with you—the girl who she loved the most in the whole world!

"Princesss!" you yelled out gleefully, definitely loud enough to have pissed off your sleeping neighbors, as you stood highly on your patio, leaning over the railing and frantically waved down at the approaching Irene. Irene heard your calls and looked up, her eyes lighting up in an instant once she spotted you up there and flailed her arms while wildly hopping all around childishly as she cheered out your name.

A smile never left her face, her contagious laughter echoing throughout the complex when she jogged up those two-story stairs like nothing within a matter of seconds. The moment she turned to corner to your apartment number, just barely a few feet from your door, you ran up to her, immediately greeting the small girl in with your strong embrace.

Irene hugged you back just as tight, snuggling her head deeply into the coziness of your fluffy sweater—the one you had purposefully slipped on last minute while you were in the middle of folding laundry, remembering it was one of her favorite items of yours when spotting it out in the clutter of clothes.

This was one of your very few free weekends rather than your usual hectic schedule—no work, classes, or special events you needed to go to—so of course the only logical thing you had to do was invite your girl to stay over for the weekend!

You and Irene were, unfortunately, dating long distance due to studying at different colleges that were hours away from each other, so that meant you two normally didn't get to see each other in person for any more than two times, if a miracle struck you, maybe three times, every two weeks, and for this particular time, the last she'd seen you was close to around four weeks, almost a month! So there wasn't a thing that could describe how happy you two were to finally be in each other's arms again.

"I've missed you so much, Y/N, you don't understand! I think I was actually about to go insane if I wasn't able to see you anytime sooner!" Irene stressed to you, her voice growing muffled speaking into your chest and dug her newly manicured nails into your lower back as she held on to you tighter. You chuckled, smiling warmly looking down at her and ran your fingers through the silkiness of her dark hair. "I've missed you so much too!"

Irene lifted her head back, gazing up at you with those pretty doll-like brown eyes and shone her signature half-toothy smile, but all of a sudden, her once soft expression contorted into a grimace, frowning and flaring her nostrils up at you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, also frowning at the girl. "What's wrong?"

Irene continued to flare her nose, leaning her head back into you and sniffing at your sweater. "Nothing."

"Are you sure? Do I smell bad or something?" you asked teasingly, though quickly reconsidered your question the longer it took her to deny it. "No.." Irene trailed off, not sounding convincing in any way, and slowly backed away from you, reaching down to pick up her bag.

"Alright then.." You tilted your head at her with a confused smile, looking side to side unsurely while scratching your neck, now feeling the abrupt change of atmosphere weigh down on you.

"I'm just going to put my stuff up now," Irene said and began to walk away down the hall, but you were quick to stop her. "No! I got it, let me do it for you, your highness!" You grabbed her duffel bag and gestured your hand towards the living room. "Please, sit! And when I come back I'll make you lunch."

"Okay," Irene smiled. "But just know I'm going to be making it."

Your lips pursed, pausing in your tracks and turned over to face her again. "But you cook each time you're here, though! Just let me do it!" you whined, but Irene shook her head, continuing to go back and forth with you until she got her final ‘no’ out. "I said NO!"

"Okay fine, sheesh! But seriously next time you're going to let me cook for you," you said finally in defeat, knowing you weren't going to win this dispute and walked into your room while Irene smirked widely at you from the couch, trying to hold in a giggle. "I can't promise that."

You brushed her off with a hidden smile, knowing it was all just out of love since you knew that one of her many love languages was cooking for you, and entered your room, unzipping her bag and laid out her clothes. Some relaxing music that was playing on your speaker beforehand continued to run as you organized her items with a peaceful mind, sitting without a thought or worry until..

"—Y/N-AHH!" Your eyes went wide and you jumped, startled from hearing the screeching voice of Irene shouting demandingly through the closed door, dragging out your name in her oh-too-familiar whiny voice. Just by that tone you already knew she found something to be upset at you with, so you quickly stopped your actions and hurried up out of your room, running to the living room where you had expected her to be, though was met with no sign of her presence.

You curled your expression, turning your head towards a door leading to a room that you knew wasn't opened before—the laundry room. Taking that as an obvious sign, you quickly ran over there and flung open the cracked door, instantly locking your eyes on Irene's crotched-down figure sitting in front of the dryer messing with your clean laundry, a shirt held in each of her hands while she deeply sniffed at one of them.

Your brain didn't even get a chance to question the sight in front of you because within seconds of you being upon the doorway—once she had turned around after hearing the footsteps of you nearing the room—she gave you no time to think, charging towards you with heavy steps and shoved the warm t-shirt right into your face. "What is this?!"

You stumbled back, blindly taking hold of the shirt and removed it from your face. You narrowed your eyes down, scanning over the print on the graphic tee and shook your head slow and unsurely, furrowing your eyebrows even more in confusion as you wondered why your lover was so worked up. "A.. t-shirt?.." you muttered, not exactly sure as to what other answer Irene was expecting to hear.

Irene sharply rolled her eyes, snatching the shirt from you and forced it back deeper into your face, slightly suffocating you with the soft cotton. "Not that! The smell! What's with the smell?!" Irene demanded, placing her hands on her hips and speedily tapped her foot on the marble floor.

When she was forcing the shirt in your face, you were given no choice but to smell it as you aired in a dramatic inhale trying to gasp out for air, letting the pungent scent of sweet roses flow throughout your mouth and nose. The shirt fell onto the floor and instead of picking it up, you left it there, shooting Irene a look with so much confusion; it was literally the definition of what a series of question marks would look like if it was put into a facial expression. "What do you mean, baby?! It doesn't smell bad..or at least not to me.. it's just roses. You don't like roses now?"

"Not when they replace the lavender scent you always have! You knew that was my favorite scent! Why would you get rid of it?!" Irene pouted, crossing her arms and turned her back to you with a tiny "hmph," too upset to look even at you.

A few seconds went by and suddenly the static in your brain cleared up once everything clicked to you, realizing all of this attitude and bickering was only because you for once decided to be different and changed up your fabric softener; which you, by the way, weren't even planning on doing in the first place, but since the store was sold out of your usual scent, which wasn't a big deal for you, you just simply bought the next container your eyes spotted. You didn't even think she was going to notice something as little as that! But you should've known better than to underestimate the Bae Joohyun.

You couldn't even take her anger seriously anymore, chortling a loud cackle at her bratty attitude and threw your shirt into the laundry basket. Looking at an angry Irene is like someone drawing slanted eyebrows on a bunny, it only made her cuter.

You crept up a few steps behind Irene, snaking your arms around your girlfriend's waist and pulled her into your chest. "Joohyun, seriously?" you snickered into her ear, "are you seriously this mad that I changed up my laundry detergent to another stupid scent?"

"It's not stupid!" Irene retorted, keeping her chin up high, "How am I supposed to cuddle with you at night if can't even seek comfort in the thing that makes me smile, brings me joy, helps put me to sleep! I can't, Y/N. You know, this is really serious for me."

You laughed some more, your body ticked from her cuteness and rolled your eyes with a smile while Irene only frowned deeper at you. "Oh, Joohyun. You really are something.." you sighed, shaking your head and leaned your face into her neck.

"Do you want me to rebuy that scent? Will that cheer you up?"

Irene's eyes flashed open. "What kind of question is that?! Obviously!" Irene turned around and took a hold of your wrist, dragging you two out of the room, towards the front door. "Matter of fact, we're getting it right now," Irene insisted with every bit of determination and seriousness, not caring one bit that you were still in your house clothes.

But you didn't care either, as long as you were going to make Irene happy in the end. You'll do anything to please your princess, even when it's for things as petty as this.. "Right now?" you asked with a sigh and Irene nodded firmly, squeezing onto your wrist tighter and used her other hand to grab her keys from the counter as she walked by.

You sucked your teeth, looking up and biting back a smile once the winter breeze swirled past you as you felt yourself continuing to get dragged out of the apartment. "Alright, princess."

I kinda don't like how I wrote this :(.. but I hope this was cute and funny enough for you,, also can you guys tell that I love writing the princess pet name? hehe

— Seulgiwifee ໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১

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brunchable · 2 years

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Dirty Laundry (Part I) || Doctor Strange x reader.

Word count: 3.6K Summary: After having sex with Stephen after a stressful operation, you gathered the courage to tell him you want to stop your little rendezvous. Warning: SMUTTY SMUT OVER 18s ONLY. angst. friends with benefits, degradation, praising, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected p & v sex, creampied. Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else A/N: DON'T LOOK AT ME. I had a dream (but it wasn't a smut) where I was with Stephen in a laundromat- anyways welcome to my first smut story. I told myself I would never write smut because it ain't my specialty but here I am jgdjhdjcd. Will have a prt 2, not sure about part 3 though.

For the last couple of weeks, you’ve been under Stephen’s team as the on-call theatre nurse. He’s asked for you specifically because, one, you’re great at your job, and secondly, he couldn’t get enough of your late-night rendezvous in the hospital’s staff laundry area. It all began when you and Stephen got into a heated argument over a brand-new surgical instrument, which he had no clue how to use. One thing led to another, and since then you’ve been using each other to relieve stress. You promised each other no strings attached, but you couldn’t uphold your end of the bargain. You were falling hard for him, you’ve been in a dilemma about whether to tell him or not.

“Do you happen to have an extra quarter?” You asked Stephen, who was changing out of his scrubs.

It was already late, and it was really humid. You weren't often bothered by the fact that the laundry room was empty, but tonight you couldn't help but feel a little nervous since at this time of night there are typically other staff washing their clothes, but tonight there was just Stephen. If it weren't for the developing affection you have for the man, you wouldn't be experiencing these feelings at all.

“I sure do, but it’s going to cost ya.” Stephen answered flippantly. You rolled your eyes and attempted to turn, but instead you felt his tight grip on your arm, felt the chilly metal of the quarter pushing into your skin against your hand. His touch went right to your stomach, feeling like a sucker punch of lust.

"Thanks," you muttered and then quickly slid the coin through the slot, then selected your settings, all in an effort to go back to your bag as fast as possible and get away from the uncomfortable heat that his lingering stare was inflicting on you.

He followed your every move across the room as you both made your way across the tiled floor. Frustrated and nervous at the same time, you turned and boxed him back against the wall. Stephen was surprised but unfazed, your nervousness was clearly evident to him as you ran your fingers through your hair.

Your height was average, Stephen's was far greater than yours. You raised your head and fixed him with the most intimidating gaze you could muster, “Is there something you want, Stephen?”

His crooked grin appeared on his face, and he responded in a drawled tone with his silky deep voice, "Yes," and then looped his fingers around the belt you were wearing, bringing you closer to him, his mouth near your ear, “You.”

It took just a few seconds for his lips to find yours before he twisted you around and pressed you against the wall with his shirtless body. His kiss was intense and molten, like the flow of lava. There is something about the way he kisses you that utterly entraps you, and your whole body burns with desire to be touched by him and only him.

You rested your hands on his sculpted chest and moved your hands over his shoulders till your fingers were entangled in his hair, tugging his head back slightly. Your reward for his deep smothered moan was to open your lips and let him taste you.

Stephen glides his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to experience his desire for you. How insane you drove him to feel. You moaned into his lips, mirroring his hunger with your own as the two of you lost yourselves in one another.

When you could feel your lungs begging for oxygen, you attempted to draw away from Stephen, but he wouldn't allow you. His assault on your lips turned into desperate pecks as he gripped the back of your head, your lips parted in a gasp. You were so engrossed in him that you didn't notice he had lifted your shirt all the way up to your chest. He yanked the garment over your head and threw it on the ground.

“Kiss me more.” He demanded when you were still collecting your breath when he gave you another passionate kiss on the lips. You moaned into his mouth as you opened yours for him, your breath trapped in your throat.

Stephen took you by surprise when he effortlessly lifted you up, his hands grasping your ass through your pants, your legs automatically encircling themselves around his waist. You delighted in the way his enormous hands appeared to fit your ass cheeks like they were made for them.

He drove you atop one of the washing machines, your back arching beneath him as he consumed your lips while ridding you of your pants, your hands pressing on his hard biceps, his arousal grinding into the softness of your heat. You found yourself gasping at the sensation of his hard cock being between your legs while your hips rocked against his. You realised that you would do everything to have him inside of you.

“Say it to me baby.” He growled into your mouth while his face was just a few millimetres from yours and his mesmerising blue eyes held your gaze.

“What?” You asked innocently, breathing hard.

The corner of his lips curved into a smirk, “You want me inside you,” he paused, “I want to hear you say it.”

“And if I don’t want to?” You taunted him, trying not to get lost in his eyes.

Stephen gripped your face, leaning close until his lips grazed yours, and whispered, “Then I’ll make you beg for it.” You copied that little smirk of his; your tongue darts out and wets your lips, making him groan as he watches, “You like begging don’t you? You little slut.”

His hand wandered between your legs as he roughly opened you up. He pulled your laced garments to the side, his fingers slipping between your already wet folds, his fingers rubbing you in slow, sensuous strokes. He was avoiding your sensitive little nub on purpose while holding his gaze on you.

Your body went rigid against his touch, trying not to give him satisfaction by suppressing your moans. He studied your face closely before leaving traces of kisses on your jaw, neck, and between your breasts. You twisted against him, he knew your body like a map and knew exactly where your sensitive points were.

The rising and falling of your chest became uneven as Stephen bent down lower, pressing his lips on your pelvic bones, on your thighs—he was making you wait as he peppered kisses all over your skin. Your body was betraying you by flinching as you turned desperate to feel the relief of when his mouth consumes your throbbing clit and his fingers dug deep inside you. But instead, he took his time to admire what was his, “So fucking beautiful, and so wet.”

You were becoming frustrated and annoyed as he stood in front of you doing nothing, but just when you weren’t expecting it, Stephen dipped his head between your knees and licked the taut bud of your clit, relishing the sweet taste of you on his tongue.

“Yes.” You arched your back, your thighs strained, and you came up with a sequence of breathy moans that you didn't know you could make. Stephen parted you, and pressed his tongue flat against your core as he dragged it up, flicking his tongue over your clit with deadly precision as he increased the pressure of his tongue, “Fuck!” You grind your hips against his face, your fingers getting tangled in his hair.

Stephen moaned in response to your reaction, he clamped his lips over your sensitive nerves, he then began sucking and toying you until the noises that were coming out of your mouth were no longer within your control. Your eyes roll towards the back of your head, not knowing how long you can endure one more second of this torture.

“Look at you writhing and whimpering like a little whore,” he growled, pulling back enough for you to notice that his mouth and chin were coated in your wetness. “Do you want to cum? Do you want my cock inside your tight little cunt?”

“Uh-huh.” was the only sound you could muster up to say.

Stephen scoffed, “You want me to fuck you and make you cum? Come on moan it, Bitch.”

"Doctor Strange, please make me cum all over your face and then fuck me senseless right here, you were made to be inside me, please." You whimpered under his stare, your voice raspy and ragged.

A satisfied smile appeared on Stephens' lips, “That’s my good girl.” He dragged your legs to the edge of the machine and buried his face between your legs, licking and lapping, feasting on you with his tongue while his fingers sank into your hot flesh. You twisted and contorted yourself against him while he worked, forcing your hips into him so that you could feel his fingers more deeply.

“Doctor Strange, please.” You cried out breathlessly. Stephen unleashed himself at your plea, he gripped your thighs hard enough for your skin to bruise and you loved it. You could feel your muscles tense up as the knot in the pit of your stomach became unbearable, and when the release finally came, you screamed from the rush of it being so intense.

Stephen sealed your cunt with his mouth, not wanting to waste any of your sweet, sweet nectar. You meet his lust-filled eyes as you watch him suck his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean one by one.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself, Doctor.” You sat up from your position, “Let me have a taste.” You slipped off of the machine and placed your hand on his chest as you tiptoed to catch his lips.

“I am, you just taste so good.” Stephen chuckled, his voice low and gentle this time. He cupped one side of your cheek and sealed your lips with a short and sweet kiss, letting you have a taste of yourself, Stephen leaned his forehead against yours and whispered, “I need you.”

“Me too.” You told him with your eyes closed, pretending at that moment that he meant it as something else. Stephen unfastened his pants, leaving it pooling around his ankles. You pushed him down to sit on the bench with him looking up at you expectantly. You poised over him, straddling his lap, the hard length of his cock settled against your stomach. Stephen’s arms lifted you up as you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, pointing its head towards your entrance. You slowly drop down on his length, softly whimpering as his size tears your insides apart.

Stephen couldn’t help but allow a guttural groan to escape from him, you felt too good around him, too tight and too wet, he wasn’t sure if he was going to last long, it’s been at least a week since. You gripped either side of his shoulders as you rolled your hips, the pleasure of him building inside you again.

Stephen couldn’t take his eyes off of you even though he wanted to throw his head back in pleasure, he thrusts his hips towards you as you bounce on him, the sound of the washing machine drowning out the noise your skin was making, “Fuck.” He groans.

Whimpering at the pleasure he was giving you, you reached for your oversensitive clit while Stephen was thrusting up so hard you almost fell backwards. Luckily, he was quick enough to catch you by wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

Stephen grunts, gripping your hips this time, trying to slow down your pace to prevent the release that was building inside him. He wanted this to last for a while, to see you burst around his cock when he wanted you too, but you wouldn’t let him. You just kept rolling and grinding your hips desperately, leaving him no choice but to jerk against your wild and feral way of riding him.

Stephen’s phone began ringing, both of you jumped and paused to see who it could be. He reached down in his pants and pulled his phone out of his pockets, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “It’s Christine.”

You furrowed your brows and scratched your head, "Well, don’t answer it.” That came out a bit more defensive than you’d like it to be. Stephen exchanged glances between you and his phone, and he chose to answer his phone.

You shook your head and scowled at him. You stared at his face, which you now found very irritating and slowly grinded on his cock, you pressed your head into the crook of his shoulder, opening your legs wider, coaxing him deeper. Little breathy moans escape your lips while you try to be quiet. Stephen clenched his jaw and glared at you while he chatted with the 'oh-so-great-Christine'.

"Sorry, I can’t right now, I’m in the middle of… something—” Stephen’s voice wavered as bolts of electricity ran through his spine when you clenched your walls tightly around him. You roll your hips enticingly around his still hardened cock, one hand cupping your breasts in your palms and tweaking your nipple; one hand rubbing your own clit relentlessly, which forces a loud moan to slip past your lips.

“What was that?” You heard Christine ask on the phone, but you kept going, which got Stephen making faces at you.

“Nothing—Look, I have to get going, I’m cooking something and it might overflow.” He gave the other woman a lame excuse, which brought an amused laugh out of you, “Alright. Bye.” Stephen threw his phone on the table and gave you a stern look, which you found very attractive, “You’re so dead.”

“That’s more like it—Ah!” You squealed as he laid you down on the cold steel table, spreading your legs wide, not wasting any time, he began to thrust in earnest, deep, curved thrusts that made your hands reach back to dig into his thighs. Stephen’s lips parted with a grunt of your name as his erection slid home, he swore he could feel every single millimetre of your cunt as it swallowed his dick.

“More,” You moaned through your ragged breath, and he gave it to you.

Stephen was completely engrossed in the feelings both of you were experiencing, all he could hear was your squeals and moans, watching his cock slip in and out of your wet hole. You were saying words that spilled out in gasps and grunts and pants, right there and harder, I’m so close, come inside me. In a violent and furious embrace, he took your mouth, kissing you vigorously and worshipfully. It was very difficult for both of you to breathe at times, but you refused to stop, and he continued to fuck you all the while, feeling you tighten and writhe and finally break in a cry under his grasp.

“Fuck, baby, I'm coming." He groans loudly and holds you tight to his cock while he pumps his essence deep inside your sweet body. Afterwards, he lets out a sigh and falls backwards with a satisfied smile on his face as his abs clench as he pants. You are unable to stop yourself from trembling and shaking as your cunt continues to pulsate and your heart pounds in your ribcage.

You lay still for a few moments while trying to catch your breath, and just in time, your laundry finishes as well. You hastily got up and got dressed, and Stephen did the same. While you collected your clean uniform, he cleaned up after the mess you both left.

Just as you were about to pick up your little basket, Stephen approached you, "Here, let me carry that for you.” He didn’t give you a chance to say no and just carried it. You left the laundry room together, a good one metre distance between the two of you, “Do you want to have a few drinks at my place?” Stephen broke the silence as you approached the car park.

He knew you only took the train home, but it’s so late now, not to mention unsafe for a beautiful woman like you. You hummed and thought about it, “Sure, but no more funny business.”

•••

Stephen’s lips parted from yours while he pulled himself out of you for the second time, leaving you filled but empty at the same time. It was a bruising kiss that left you wanting more than whatever you had with him now, it leaves you feeling the effects of something you did not understand. A flood of emotion swept through you, stinging your eyes. You just realised that both of you crossed a boundary into something that felt way too close to lovemaking. You were too caught up in the moment, in the way Stephen made you feel when he touched you, to stop it.

You froze at the thought, staring at the ceiling of his apartment. Stephen turned his body facing you, one of his hands cupped your jaw, “(Y/N)?”

You never imagined how much you would love to have him speak your name, to have him touch you like that. It frightened you. You can’t do this anymore, he already loves someone else, you weren’t anyone special to him, you would be nothing if you allowed this to progress.

“Stop,” you said softly and pushed away from him.

All at once, he did as you asked and he let you go. You climbed out of bed, needing to put distance between you and him. You picked up your clothes that were left scattered on the floor and began getting dressed.

“Did I do something wrong?” Stephen asked, eyeing you carefully from where he lay on his bed.

You ignored his question and said, "I really should go." You turned your back on him the whole time. You were unable to look at him for fear that he would see the tears welling up in your eyes; these tears were connected to feelings that you were unable to describe.

There was a long pause, and then you heard the bed shuffle as he sat up quickly, “At least tell me what the problem is,” he tried to reason with you, “Did I say or do something wrong?”

You regretted looking at him then, but the desperation in his voice caught you off guard, “No, Stephen.”

Stephen scrunched his eyebrows when he saw that your eyes were glistening with fresh tears, “Clearly it’s not nothing when you’re crying.” Then he started to crawl out of bed while simultaneously reaching for his boxers and putting them on.

You looked away and rushed to go get your bag from where you left it in the living room. Stephen follows you shortly after. He grasped your wrist tightly, preventing you from leaving, “(Y/N), please. I won’t be able to sleep or work without knowing.”

Your eyes flutter as you take a deep inhale, finding the courage to just tell him and be done with it, “I can’t do this with you anymore, Stephen. I really can’t. The more that I spend time with you, the more I actually want to be with you. I could finally understand what they meant by ‘too much pleasure is pain'. Every time I tell myself that you don’t mean a thing to me, the complete opposite happens. I need to get away from you before I spiral down into a hole I can’t climb back out of. I’m not expecting you to feel the same way I do because I know your heart is already taken. Do me a favour and just focus on her. I’m done being your toy.”

Stephen took in every single word you said, but he was too stunned to speak, “I- I didn’t know you felt that way. (Y/N) I’m so sorry, if only I knew—”

“I don't want to hear it, Stephen. You don’t need to explain yourself to me, we were nothing to begin with. Goodbye, Stephen. ” It hurt to say that, but you still yanked your wrist out of his possessive grasp and headed towards the door.

“(Y/N) wait, let me explain–” Stephen chased after you but had to come back and run inside to get a robe to cover himself up.

You rushed out of his apartment, whistling loudly for a taxi and waving your hand. A taxi parked in front of you just as Stephen was running from the elevators as fast as he could, “Drive, drive, drive!” You frantically told the driver without looking back at your lover.

“Fuck!” Stephen wiped his face with his hand and kicked the air out of frustration as he watched your taxi drive off into the distance. He dialled your number several times, but each time it went straight to your voicemail.

Beep. Hi this is (Y/N), Please repeat the secret code and if you get it right, I will call you back! Beep.

“Hey (Y/N), It’s Stephen. Can you call me back please? I- We need to talk. You’re being unfair by leaving me hanging like this. You might be done talking to me, but I’m not. This might sound like I’m threatening you, but–” Stephen got cut off by the beep and the line hung up, “but I not going to let you walk away that easily.”

#stephen strange #benedict cumberbatch imagine #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #marvel x you #benedict cumberbatch x reader #benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch x you #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange x you #doctor strange #doctor strange x reader #dr strange x reader #dr strange x you

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psicostyles · 1 year

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Loving me takes patience

PART FOUR

Hello everyone, i know no one cares buttttt...here is the fourth part nobody asked fo but its here anyway! its shorter than usual but yeah, the dark days has come.

Hope you like :D

read the previous ones: part one, part two, part three

After last week, Harry and Rebecca went out almost every day for lunch. They always talked about everything and nothing at the same time. Harry was always talking about Cassie. Rebecca could see the sparkle in his eyes, he was in love with his daughter. It was apparent he was a good father. Rebecca always asked about Cassie.

Harry liked to show her Cassie's drawings she did at kindergarten, talked about their play dates, and how he loved a "to-do list" so he could organize himself and how busy his schedule was. Rebecca was kind of amazed. Harry on the other hand was afraid of pushing too hard on his dad's side to the point where Rebecca could not get interested in him because of his lifestyle. Oh, if he only knew what was going on in her head, just in a few days, Harry somehow set a hurricane of emotions on her.

On Monday after work, Harry called his mom when he needed her the most. Cassie was with her mom spending the week, so he did not have anyone he could talk to - he wasn't the type of ''Oh I've so many friends" guy. So Harry dialled his mom's number and on the third ring, he said "Mom, there's this woman at work, we are friends and she is so...pretty mom! She is funny and smart, like so smart! But I'm so afraid of getting close to someone, you know? But...Cassie is the first and only priority in my life, I can't start thinking about being with someone, besides I don't even know if that's what I want and also, I don't even know if she has a partner, you know? I'm so afraid of being with someone who will leave me again, I can't allow anyone to hurt Cassie and me. I'm just so confused. Call me when you hear this, okay? I love you, mom" As we can see, the call went straight to voicemail. Harry decided it would be better to go to sleep.

The next day Harry woke up at his usual time, took a shower, had breakfast, and went to his Saturday morning run. His earphones were blasting in his ears. Believe me, Heavy Metal Rock wasn't his thing, but it seemed like he needed the beat to relieve the tension he didn't even know he was holding up. With every step as faster as the other, he ran and ran.

When he got home, he had another shower to clean all the sweat covering his body. Cassie is still over at her mom's. Harry took the opportunity to have a day to himself and his delayed duties. He cleaned the house, did the laundry, folded their clothes, and made a delicious lunch. In the afternoon, he called Cassie to see her pretty little face and have a little chat. Cassie was doing fine and playing by the pool the whole week since it was summer season and the weather was pretty steamy.

Harry was relaxing on the couch when his phone rang with a new message

"Hey, are you free tonight? "

It was Rebecca's name on the screen.

"Hello, yes I'm. Why?"

"Karaoke night uh! R u in?"

Harry smiled immediately typing

"Sure. Text me the address"

Rebecca replied that he was parking in front of a Korean bar full of people coming in and out in thirty minutes. Harry got in and spotted Rebecca with a few people. When their eyes met, Rebecca yelled his name so he followed his path to her. Rebecca introduced him to her friends; they got along very well.

Rebecca's best friend named Cristina started to chat with him, as a best friend role, she told him all the embarrassing moments they had together. After all the confraternization, karaoke time was finally beginning.

They booked a booth just for them to enjoy. Rebecca felt comfortable around them, I dare to say. All of them were half drunk by now. It's been two hours since Rebecca got there, also dare to say, she was far from being sober. A little tipsy maybe or half drunk, half sober. Well, we can't tell. Harry ran his eyes into the room looking at everyone, especially Rebecca. The way she hides her face when she laughs, how she moves her hands while talking and mostly how pretty she looks under the colourful lights in the room.

It hit him right in the stomach, he already knew of course, but either way...hit hard. Harry was falling in love.

Fast.

anyway...tell me what you think and if you want to be tagged next time :D

feedbacks are always welcome!

see you soon and happy new year to everyone!

#psicostyles #harry styles fic #harry fic #dad!harry #daddy harry #dadrry #harry blub #singleparent!harry #divorced!harry #harry styles blurb #harry imagine #harry styles #fic rec #harry styles fluff #harry fluff

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detachedfacade · 1 year

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You are Eddie Munson. You wake up late every morning and groan at your alarm signalling another goddamn day at the school you've outgrown. You pull on whatever clothes you can find that smell good enough before you remember it's hellfire tonight and search through your closet to find one of the five you own. It should be easier, shouldn't it? Given that they're the only shirts you own that aren't almost completely black but damn are they evasive. You storm out your room to the living room and before you can open your mouth your uncle is throwing the shirt across the room to you.

"You left it on the couch, I gave it a wash." He says. He's still wearing his work clothes, he just got in. "You ought to let me do some more of your laundry boy."

"Not a chance Wayne, you don't want to go rifling through my stuff you'd have a heart attack." You say.

"I can avert my eyes from any girly mags you have, I used to share a room with my brother I've seen it all."

"Ew." You say. "May I remind you that brother is my father." And you don't correct him about the girly mags because, well maybe he's not completely wrong. Those fantasy erotic graphic novels do focus heavily on the female characters. But it's the male characters you look at, when you are looking at all. And you know your uncle wouldn't judge, heck you've even heard him say as much about the young guy he works with, "Queer as a $3 bill" he said "But a hard worker and a nice kid. So I make sure the guys don't give him any stick, god knows he gets it back home." But you lost enough parents as it is, so you hedge your bets and stay closeted. For now at least. Besides you have school and you're late and you're finishing the curse of fucking vecna campaign tonight so you have a few other things on your mind.

School is soul crushing, of course. But you're grateful for at least one thing, Steve Harrington doesn't go there any more, and your planet sized crush had left with him. So it's just Jason (the prick) and a couple teachers with a vendetta (okay maybe you didn't do the homework) to deal with.

You deal drugs, you always have. You think you'll never be able to touch that tin lunch box again. You don't even wonder how you'll pay off the supplier. Because a nice girl who needed help just fucking died on your ceiling and you didn't know what to do so you ran.

You hold a glass up to the neck of the guy you used to crush on. It's hard to remember liking someone when you're being hunted down by jocks and you're pretty sure a poltergeist snapped someone's neck in front of you.

Things get crazier but you manage to calm down. Like maybe this is all just an elaborate dnd campaign. And you can convince yourself of that for a while.

And the man you had a crush on rips a bat in two while shirtless and its your erotic fantasy novel come to life, and what you wouldn't give to be the busty underdressed lady in this fantasy. Except its not a fantasy, it's real, and people are dying and you see this man is sad behind those eyes. You see he is lonely but you know he would never look at you the way he looks at her. So you tell him, go get the girl Harrington. Because he deserves to be happy, even in and amongst this shit show. But you can't stop looking at him, and you can't stop yourself from flirting with him because Jesus fuck does he look hot in your vest. And you wonder if he noticed the pink triangle pin on the inside of the lapel, you wonder if he knows what it means. But he doesn't say anything.

Not until a week later, when you survive somehow, and are covered in scars, and the pretty boy comes to visit you in hospital.

"We match." He says, lifting up his shirt.

"Fingers crossed we don't get rabies." You reply.

"You sure you don't already have it?" He says, his hand furling your hair. "You look pretty rabid to me."

You almost lose it, almost forget how to talk, but then he's placing your vest, cleaned and ironed, gently on your lap. And he taps his finger over the front pocket. "You don't have to hide this from me." He says, when he moves his hand you see its the pink triangle pin. "Hide from anyone you want but...just know you dont have to hide from me."

You convince yourself it doesn't mean what you think it means. You tell yourself you are just being delusional. He's just an ally, that's probably what it is. He knows what it means and he's an ally. But you don't really believe that, and maybe it's hope talking but you don't. So you grab an old jacket from the very back of your wardrobe and you make sure it smells okay, maybe add some of your cologne to the collar, and you head over to Harringtons. You hold it in front of you. "A gift." You say. "You can cut off the sleeves too, if you want. Mod it anyway you want. I have some patches if you wanted any, for the inside or outside."

Steve seems delighted. "I've heard acid wash is really in." He say. "I don't know if I'd cut the sleeves but maybe I'll add some patches. What do you have?" and you hold out the patches in your hand. It's an obvious ploy, and Steve knows, his eyebrow quirking and a smirk forming he gives you a look. He picks up the bisexual flag one. "Maybe you can help me sew it on?" He says. And you're in his house, and soon you will be on his couch and then his bed, and while you're there you'll decide to throw out those old mags in your room. You'll have the real thing.

#steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #gay eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #steddie ficlet

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timeoverload · 10 months

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I have gotten a lot accomplished this weekend despite not being very productive yesterday. I worked on stuff for a few hours this morning. I got a shower and ran some errands too. I also got something to eat. I had to sit down because my head hurts again and I'm dizzy. I didn't sleep well last night. I'm planning on doing more later so I hope I start feeling better.

Aside from all of my laundry, I will have everything done by next weekend for sure. I wish I didn't have boxes of clothes in the middle of my room but I guess I could try to haul them to the basement. I don't think I have enough energy to do that today. They are pretty heavy and I might hurt myself. I guess it doesn't matter because my back is already fucked up. I will just put my brace on and do it when the time comes. There isn't a lot of room down there either but I don't have much of a choice because they are in my way. I'm tired of looking at them. I'm going to have to wait until Friday to do that I think.

It is nice to be able to see my floor again. There isn't any more room in the trash can outside so I can't really take any more out right now. I have thrown away so much. I'm still having a tough time trying to figure out where to put everything.

I'm planning on cleaning every day this week when I get home from work. I usually have a hard time doing things after working because my main goal is just meeting my basic needs when I get home. There are a lot of days that I can't even make myself dinner so I just eat snacks. I'm going to continue to be productive even if it hurts me.

I'm looking forward to having everything done. I wish it wasn't taking so long and that I had more stamina. I don't understand why I'm so tired all the time when I have been eating more and taking better care of myself. Caffeine isn't doing anything for me right now. I hope I can avoid letting my mess get that bad again because this sucks. I'm not giving up on it though and it's my main priority right now. I have to lay down for a while so I have more energy to do things later.

#personal

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invisibleraven · 2 years

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“ did you do the laundry? “ “ yes, now where’s my kiss? “ + Peterpatterlina

Julie ran her fingers through her hair for what felt like the millionth time as her eyes scanned the text before her. Finals were thoroughly kicking her ass, and all she wanted was for them to be done.

The problem was that she had exams, and performance reviews, and a recital in both piano and dance to get through on top of living her life. She shuddered to think about the mess that was her apartment, having absolutely no time to keep on top of chores while knee deep in studying, practising, and reviewing.

Hell, Julie barely had time to think, let alone worry about the mountain of coffee mugs cluttering up her sink.

Only, when she got home, the sink was empty, the dishwasher running, and the counters wiped down. Reggie was humming as he stood at the stove, frying up some eggs and greeted her with a grin. "Hey darlin', hope breakfast for supper is okay, we don't have much. I'll get to the groceries when I can."

Julie slumped her head against his shoulder, groaning in gratitude. "You're the best Reg, seriously."

"Anything for you Julie, you know that."

Julie pressed up on her tiptoes, laying a small kiss to his cheek, grateful for helpful roommates. But her racing mind didn't notice his radioactive blush as her kiss, instead focusing on how she now had time to go over his history notes while Reggie cooked.

She did however, notice that after she passed out on top of her notes after supper that Reggie carried her to bed and tucked her in. And how when she got up the fridge was fully stocked, with Reggie nowhere in sight. Oh well, she'd thank him later. And she did, that evening, pressing another kiss to his cheek before she raced off to dance practice, Luke smirking from his spot on the couch at Reggie's blush. And Julie's echoing blush at how much she wished she could have given him a proper one, but had no time for anything but the practice she was already running late for.

The next day, Julie came home, frantic to find her sweater. It was getting cold out, and she could not afford to get sick. She was sure she had left it on her bed, amongst a pile of clothes that really needed a wash, another thing she hadn't had time for.

Only her bed was free of clothes, and Luke was coming into the apartment with a basket of folded clothes, her sweater right at the top.

"D-did you do laundry?" Julie asked.

"Yes, now where's my kiss?" Luke asked, patting his cheek with a finger. Julie shook her head but popped up on her toes to give him a peck, squeaking when he turned his face last second to capture her lips. Luke was grinning, a slight flush to his face when he pulled back. "Go knock 'em dead boss."

Julie sputtered, but when she caught sight of the time, grabbed her sweater and booted it out the door. The way that the kiss made her feel would have to wait, she had too much on her plate to worry about her increasing feelings for her roommates.

Finally, exams were over, Julie had fulfilled every obligation she had, had kicked some serious ass, and was honestly ready to collapse in a heap on the couch. But first... well she had some boys to talk to. And maybe kiss some more in thanks for all they had done over the past few weeks to keep her going and sane. She just wasn't sure how to do so without breaking someone's heart, because she also wasn't sure whose kiss she was longing for more.

Only when she got home, Luke and Reggie were exchanging a few kisses of their own, and Julie stopped, entranced by the sigh. Reggie's face was aflame when he noticed her, pulling away from Luke. "Hey Julie. Plenty of room for you here too, if you want."

Oh.

Well that solved one problem she supposed, plopping down in between them, and pulled Reggie in by his necklace to finally give him the kiss she'd been longing for, then turning to do the same to Luke. "Thanks for all you guys have done while I was in finals hell," she whispered.

"I-is that all this is? A thank you?" Luke asked, his voice unusually timid.

Julie shook her head. "No, but you guys taking care of me like that brought everything to the front, I just didn't have time to deal with how I felt. Now I do, and I would love to spend my summer break finding out how we can work together."

"Sounds good to me," Reggie replied, bringing her in for a soft and sweet kiss. "But first, you must be exhausted. How about you have a nap and tonight we can have our first date on the couch with a movie?"

"Sounds heavenly," Julie groaned, stretching out her sore limbs. "You two wanna nap with me?"

Luke grinned and nodded, pulling the three of them towards his bed, which was the biggest, and soon they fell into a comfortable slumber. And Julie discovered the joy of waking her brand new boyfriends up with kisses, though it did end up with their date being postponed a little in favour of making out. But Julie didn't mind, because she was certain that they had all the time in the world.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

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sunshinealexisw · 10 months

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You need help and you can't see it.

And I'm not talking about taking these classes for the paperwork. You're still drinking obsessively. So that shows me that you don't believe you have an actual problem. You believe I'm your problem for trying to minimize your drinking. Don't you think there's a reason to that? You're not yourself when you do that. You're not the man I chose to spend the rest of my life with and have a family with. I don't know this person.

And I've talked to your other family members. You didn't used to drink this heavily before I met you. You didn't used to cheat. You weren't so aggressive and hostile. You used to get up every morning happy to start the next day and see what the world held for you. You used to care. Now it seems like you don't care at all about anything. You're not motivated.

Only since you've come back around her have you started acting this way. And you always use the excuse that she needs you around to protect her. Or because no one knows how to handle her when she's drunk. She needs you to do this or that. You need to check in with her first before you even breathe. She is not YOUR responsibility. She is your mother, not your wife or child. She hates the idea that you're not available at the snap of her fingers. That's okay. It's okay to not be available for her all the time because your priority is your wife and kids.

I've felt like a single mother while married. I've handled everything in this household, caring for the kids, the bills, working, cleaning, cooking, laundry, everything. Because you're always with her. You'll miss days of work just cause she said she wants to go to the bar in the middle of the day. You'll leave work early because she's at home having a drunken episode and you need to go calm her down. And you end up getting into fights because she's yelling about how her her "Air Force son is coming to kill everyone for messing with her." Because she knows you're going to come running, not even knowing what she just got you stuck in.

How do you not see that she's getting you involved in so much bullshit? She's not looking out for you. She's looking out for herself.

Yes, of course, stick up for your mother. But to drop everything, leave work, make me uber to you when we don't even really have the money for it, have the kids dropped off by the daycare lady, push back all the stuff I still have to do when we do get home, because you have to go to her house to put together a chair for her dining room?

Yet if the kids are sick, who's taking the day off work? If someone gets hurt at daycare, who do they call? Who has to leave work and come running to pick them up and make sure they're okay? When they wake up in the middle of the night crying for a bottle, or diaper change, or from a nightmare, who handles it? Me.

And when you were sick, shaking in bed, not knowing what was wrong. Who left work after only being clocked in for 2 hours? Who ran to the store and bought every single type of medicine? Who wiped you down with a wet wash cloth and held you while you were shaking and shivering and sweating and we still didn't know what was wrong? Who held the trashcan to your face so you could poop, held the medicine up for you to take, held the water up for you to sip, and still laid beside you holding you while you slept? And then still had to take care of the kids and make dinner for them when they got home, only to let them play with their toys so I could come back and hold you for a few more minutes? Me. Because you guys are my priority. Always.

And I'm not knocking any of the things you've done for us, never. But you've done more for her, than you've ever done for us. You dedicate more of your day/week/time to her rather than us. And you can't say she doesn't have help. She has a husband. She has other kids that are able to take care of themselves AND her. She has her best friend coming over every single day to just chit chat or go to lunch with. She has her cousins and brothers and sisters who come over every weekend. Her friends and neighbors will randomly pop up to keep her company or drink with her, see if she needs anything.

We only have you.

Yes, I have family as well, but they know their boundaries. They understand that my priority is my husband and kids so I'll always put them first. They know not to call after a certain time cause I'm getting dinner ready and the kids ready for bed. They know to ask if they can see the kids because I'm so overwhelmed and exhausted that I don't always have the energy take the kids over to their house or even have them come over because I can't handle the idea of company with all these spinning plates going on. They understand that my life is not dedicated to them anymore. My family that I created for myself comes first.

So why can't you understand that?

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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Really short shorts about shorts

LolietaRound

Summary:

small stories about Alois Trancy's shorts and the many people who think there inappropriate warning shorts shrinking in the wash multiple times.

Notes:

Hey Lolli here to say that i don't own Kuroshitsuji but i do own a pair of short shorts so i am not hateing them

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Chapter 1: Laundry Day/Tea Party

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1: Laundry Day

It was laundry day and the Trancy household's servants were systematically doing the washing one room at a time; the only one who seemed to have any problems with the washing was Claude, since he had unknowingly shrunken Alois's 20 pairs of short shorts and was now trying to figure out how he could unshrink them without Alois finding out that he shrunk them. As he walked to his masters room to collect the tiny shorts he heard a scream 'CLAUDE' as Claude heard this instead of walking at a steady pace he ran. When he got to his destination he found his master on the ground his shorts halfway up his legs and tears going down his face 'Claude "sniff" I'm fat I can't fit in my short shorts now "sniff" now I'm going to have to wear what Phantomhive is wearing' finishing off with one last whimper Claude finally opened his mouth to speak 'Your Majesty, you haven't gotten fat your shorts shrunk in the wash, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to wear longer shorts any way' this earned him a glare from Alois and was sent to by him twice as many Short Shorts as Alois had owned to begin with.

2: Tea Party

It was 6:30 in the morning when Claude woke Alois up and handed him his mail for the day along with his Tea and Toast; as he was going through his mail he noticed an invitation from the Phantomhive manor; no doubt this was a product of Ciel's Fiancé and not from Ciel himself; 'Claude, get me my Event Shorts' said the Blond as he continued to sip his tea, Claude sweat dropped as he went through his masters wardrobe in hopes he would actually be able to find a proper pair of pants or shorts that went below the knee and win the bet he had with Sebastian; unfortunately there wasn't a pair of pants or longer shorts in the whole entire wardrobe, just really tiny and inappropriate shorts; as he went through the rest of Alois's clothing he heard a voice behind him, it was Alois 'My Event shorts are the ones with the lace on them' he said with a very amused voice and all Claude could do was groan in annoyance.

At the tea part Claude went up to Sebastian and gave him his pocket watch and sighed "you do realize what this makes your master right?' Sebastian asked and Claude gave him a very wicked glare and answered 'Yes but I don't think he realizes this yet'. Oh how wrong Claude was.

Chapter 2: Ciels Opinion/Finding Out

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3: Ciel's opinion

Alois always did like going over to the phantomhive manor to tease the young earl who lives there but today was different, today Ciel had the gall to make a comment about his oh so sexy booty shorts; even thought Ciel himself dressed like an old lady dressed him. Alois was absolutely astonished with the fact that Claude his own butler had agreed with the Earl Phantomhive, and all Alois could come back with was 'Well at least my shorts don't have a split in them'; yep very insulting, but very effective because his whole household burst out laughing because I was right, Ciel had a massive rip in the backside of his shorts. Yeah that will teach Phantomhive to mess with him.

4: Finding out

It had been a week since Claude had lost the bet to Sebastian about Alois's choice of bottoms and Claude didn't think he would have to worry about Alois finding out about the bet; that was until Alois called him up to his study. 'Phantomhive has informed me that his butler has your pocket watch, might I inquire why he has it?' Alois said trying to be serious but Failing miserably; Claude spent an hour trying to make an except able excuse and was failing so he just did what a butler shouldn't do, he blurted everything out. This infuriated Alois and Claude was put on short shorts duty for three months.

Chapter 3: Not Again/Ciel in Short Shorts

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5: Not Again

It had been three weeks since Alois's shrinking shorts catastrophe, and no one wished it to happen again; but unfortunately no wish comes true in the Trancy Household; Alois had decided to stay at the Phantomhive estate and thus Sebastian had been put in charge of washing the young Trancy's clothing; everything had turned out well; Because why would it be Sebastian was one hell of a Butler after all; until he pull the ridiculously small shorts; they were smaller than they were before he had put them in the wash. As Sebastian turned around he saw a very scared looking rival demon butler, Claude started to mutter 'not Again, why now? Not again' Sebastian could only give Claude a look of disgust; because who in their right mind would be scared of a child. That very next morning Sebastian found out just why you should be scared of Alois when it came to the short shorts.

6: Ciel in short shorts.

The Trancys had left the Estate rather early that morning; in fact Ciel had still been asleep when they left. As usual Sebastian woke him up, opened the curtains, poured some tea, asked him if he wanted scones or toast, told him of his appointments, then he began to dress him; everything was fine, shirt was soft and silky, socks covered all ten of his toes and his garters still held them up, eye patch was in the right place, shoes were shiny, shorts were short; 'Sebastian why are my shorts ridiculously short like Trancy's?' Ciel said in a rather angry voice, Sebastian began to freak out, and began to search his Bochans closets, not one pair of Earl's original shorts remained 'My lord, it appears that the Earl Trancy has switch all your shorts' Sebastian said with a slight smirk, only to receive a glare from the enraged boy. Mean while in the Trancy manor 'Hannah have you seen Claude?' Alois said rather peeved that he couldn't find his butler anywhere.

Chapter 4: Hannahs Thoughts on the Shorts/Ever Wondered What the Triplets are whispering about

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7: Hannah's Thoughts on the Shorts

If only I had gotten to his closet or tried out mind control he wouldn't be wearing them; he would be wearing proper pants or longer shorts, but I didn't and, and oh god why don't you just strike me down now; now he is about to go out visiting in nothing but those shorts; oh hell Claude's glaring at me, Ok Hannah just give him your best 'It isn't my fault he won't wear proper pants look'. Oh god it didn't work. Good bye cruel world."Hannah what are you thinking about so hard?' Claude asked, behind him the three triplets were whispering to themselves; "I was thinking about why I didn't try something to get the young lord to wear proper pants' I answered and with that Claude walked away.

8: Ever wonder what the Triplets are whispering about?

It was morning and the young lord was coming down for breakfast; we had everything set out just the way our master liked it, though he will find something wrong with it and blame it on Hannah; we being as silent as we are, are glade he takes it out on her. Cantebury was the first to notice and whispered 'His shorts have gotten smaller' Thompson nodded in agreement, but it was Timber that said it 'He must be getting desperate for Claude's attention' both Thompson and Cantebury gave him a nod of agreement, Hannah heard and gave them a look of agreement, Claude just smirked.

Chapter 5: Mr. Candy Pants/Phantomhive Conspiracy's about the Shorts

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9: Mr Candy Pants

If there was anything Alois could do better than Ciel; it was stealing. Every day at about 4 o'clock Alois would sneak into the Kitchen and stuff his shorts full of sweets and sneak back out without any of his servants noticing; or so he thought. Claude had gotten quite fed up with Alois stealing sweets from the Kitchen, not only was he going to put on weight; which wouldn't look so good considering the type of pants Alois wore, and the fact that every time he did the washing he found left over sweets in the pockets. So at 4 o'clock Claude waited in the Kitchen for Alois to sneak in; sure enough the little blond boy slowly snuck into the kitchen only to feel something grab his arm; Alois slowly turned around and right there in his face was a rather miffed Claude. From that, day on at 4 o'clock Alois had to sit in the study under the watchful eye of Claude and write "I must not go to the kitchen and steal sweets and leave them in my shorts pockets".

10: Phantomhive Conspiracy's about the shorts

All five of the Phantomhive servants were sitting in the servant's quarters talking 'So do any of you guys know what's up with that Trancy kid's attire?' asked Tanaka before going back to miniature form 'I heard that one of the servants of the Trancy manor had died and before they did, they put a spell on the Trancy household making every pair of pants they own shrink' said Bard trying to act mysterious but failing, the next to try and figure it out was Mayrin, 'I think he's just going through that rebellious stage that boys his age are going through, he must bed rebelling by the way he dresses' she said thoughtfully, Fin was next up 'maybe whenever he goes to get his pants the mix up his measurements' that one sounded more likely, but the one that stunned them all was what Sebastian said 'the truth is Alois is a hoe and Claude is his pimp' and with that they were all silenced.

Chapter 6: Fancy Pants/Shorty Fiasco

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11: Fancy Pants

Alois knew he was going to die someday but this was ridiculous, first of all he was surrounded by the Fruitiest guys he had seen in his life; that's not including the Phantomhive brat and himself (yes he admits it), and they were wielding garden tools; if anything he would survive and then make Claude face this embarrassment; then he remembered something. Claude was struggling to take Alois's shorts off of him 'This is going to take a while' with a couple more yanks Claude gave up 'God be damned it wasn't this hard to take them off when i was getting you ready for bed or baths why the hell are they so hard to get off no?' Claude said huffing and puffing with nothing but anger in his eyes finally Alois said something with his dieing breath 'Rape setting is on you can't take them off of me even when im dead' with that he let out a little laugh. With that last memory seen by the five reapers they all laughed then looked at Grell, 'You have that setting on your pants to, don't you? William asked, only for Grell to turn around and laugh hysterically; the truth was Alois put on his tightest shorts that morning knowing full well that Claude would try to remove them.

12: Shorty Fiasco

Alois knew people were jealous of his creamy white long legs; hell it's why he wore shorts that were so small; but why was the cook of the Phantomhive household giving him sexy time eyes and why was Claude not trying to do anything about it. The cook was really disturbing him; all through the dinner party at the Phantomhive manor Alois had a rather Disturbed look on his face. Ciel had noticed and tried to hide the fact that his cook was into Alois's type and continued to entertain his guests; Sebastian on the other hand was glaring at Claude for doing nothing to prevent what was most likely going to happen; because had Alois been his bocchan he'd be preventing it, ok he lies a bit he would watch the little tart squirm a bit before saving him but that was beside that point, real butlers prevent this kind of thing and not ignore it. By the end of the night Claude could see that Alois was quite disturbed about something, this cause Claude to frown, usually nothing fazed Alois; but Claude just brushed it off. Finally Alois had to do what he dreaded doing all night he had to go by himself to the bathroom, he didn't want to ask anyone to go with him because it wouldn't look to good if he did; slowly he excused himself from the table and left for the nearest restroom, he knew he was being followed; as Alois turned around he could see Ciel 'you do realize that you have a hole in the bottom of your shorts and in the army it is a sign that you are willing to do adult things right?' Ciel asked in a haughty voice; Alois could only stare then he fainted.

Chapter 7: If Shorts could talk/The Aftermath of a Nightmare

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13: If shorts could talk

Alois had just begun to settle for the night and Claude had just blown out the last of the candles: but as soon as Alois had drifted off to dream land the nightmares began. 'Hey Blondie' Alois gave a startled 'Huh' the mysterious voice 'Yeah you down here' Alois looked down and sure enough his shorts were talking to him 'Look Alois was it? Take me off and put decent pants on; because me I'm what you would call a "desperate cry for attention" and you and I both know Claude ain't going to give you what you want; all he wants is the little Blueberry tart who goes by the name of Ciel Phantomhive, and who can blame him anyone would be better then you' and with that the shorts ripped themselves off of Alois's lower half and was about to beat into him until Alois woke up. 'CLAUDE' Alois screeched out 'Get me all my shorts, something very flammable and a match' Alois panted out as he left his bed leaving the poor demon butler confused until he heard the words he thought he would never hear 'I'll teach my shorts who should be wearing them'.

14: The aftermath of a Nightmare

Three Days after the odd occurrence the young lord Trancy had been walking around without any cloths on, when asked 'why?' he would mutter 'even my cloths love Phantomhive' or 'they don't respect me'. It wasn't as if Claude was complaining he didn't mind Alois running around naked; truth be told it amused him, but there was only so much he could take; First it was Alois "Uncle" who commented to one of his associates that he would "do that" if he wasn't his nephew, then it was the Phantomhive cook who said "that he would go there if he was aloud", but the one that got to him the most was that darn butler Sebastian who whispered into Alois's ear 'You and Ciel on me, how about it?' not only did it make Alois Blush but it made Ciel Blush as if he knew what his butler had said; and with that Claude had picked up Alois took him to his room and forced some cloths on him.

Chapter 8: An Accident/Explanation

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15: An Accident

After the Naked incident Alois couldn't help but think of what would have happened if both he and Ciel took Sebastian up on his offer (AN: No not getting any smut on this fanfiction; you want smut go read my other one); even though he was at the royal palace he still wondered aimlessly only thinking of alternative endings to the naked incident; that was until he tripped on something and took a certain Phantomhive butler down with him. Alois sat there for a few minutes just blushing; which is weird because he never got embarrassed around anyone; then out of nowhere a cough was heard, Alois and Sebastian looked up; Alois still Blushing and Sebastian with a smile that said 'if you people weren't here right now this boy would be under me naked and screaming my name'; In sight there stood Ciel quit mad that he hadn't been invited (because Sebastian did clearly state threesome), Claude was pissed off at the fact the Sebastian had both Lords begging for him, the Queen looking quite embarrassed but not looking away (meaning she liked the scene in front of her) and Prince Soma and Agni were there for some unknown reason looking mortified.

16: Explanation

After getting up; cleaning the Queen up because she had A Mayrin style blood nose; both Ciel and Claude demanded an Explanation; Alois Started 'Well I was walking down the hall not paying any mind to where I was going when I tripped up and went to grab something to steady myself, only to grab onto Sebastian and end up taking him down with me'; Ciel looked a little sad because he was hoping it was a bit more saucy then that; Claude on the other hand looked pleased that wasn't going to last very long; Claude walked over to Sebastian with a smirk only to hear ' I just realized that Both Alois and Ciel want me in bed a Blond and a Bluenett nice' and with that Claude lost what was left of his soul as he pictured what would happen.

Chapter 9: What Pluto Did/The Secret revealed

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17: What Pluto did

It shocked everyone that day, it left some people questioning their sexuality and others just asking questions; they started to cast blame on whoever raised the two parties involved it made a certain red haired maid faint from blood loss and another maid angry; it gave the Phantomhive butler some rather smutty ideas and a Trancy Butler some Evil ones; it coursed the only Lady to blush furiously; and the cook to hide the gardeners eyes; it made the Stalker Red haired reaper giggle and Alois Trancy just stare; For what they saw that day; and what Pluto did will never be uttered and kept under wraps.

18: The Secret revealed

Little did everyone know that the incident that they swore not to speak of had been seen by the local gossip reporter; so in the morning news paper that had been delivered to the Phantomhive estate was an Article stating that the Lord Ciel Phantomhive liked to do naughty things with his servants whilst they were wearing the Lord Trancy's signature short shorts.

Notes:

I got my sister to read this and it made her laugh so I hope you are to

Read and Review please and you might get a pair of Alois's shorts :)

#black butler fanfiction

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d-targaryenshoe · 4 years

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Hold Back The River • Jackson Avery

Summary: Fighting is never the solution for a relationship and Y/N and Jackson would know so.

Word count: 1337

Tried to keep you close to me

A relationship was something fun and emotional most of the times. But it isn't when you fight all the time. Or you need to fight for love. Then it's not.

The last few weeks weren't what they were two years ago. Most of the time words weren't spoken but when it did happen. It was more fighting that talking.

"How long are we going to continue acting like this?" You walked into your house, throwing your jacket on the kitchen table in front of Jackson. "Because if we are, then I'm out."

Jackson just kept going on with typing away on the laptop in front of him before you smacked the lid close, catching his attention.

"I don't know Y/N are we?" He replied when staring into your eyes that were glaring at him with tears covering them. "It's what we've been doing for three weeks."

You nodded your head when letting the tears make their entrance on your cheeks. "Then it is be better if we do it forever, i guess."

"Y/N wait- Y/N" But the only response he got was a door closing on his face and led to him leaning his head on the door in front of him.

But life got in between

"You can't just leave Seattle because of him, Y/N. You're my person." You accepted the beer bottle that Andrew handed you as he sat down next to you. "And also Levi's person."

You took a sip from your beer, releasing a sigh because of all the weight you felt on your shoulders. "You two idiots can take care of yourself, i know you can."

Andrew shrugged his shoulder to you. "And what about your job?" He questioned.

"I already have an offer in Amsterdam, I always liked the Netherlands." You said to your best friend who was listening to you. "I'll be fine."

"Amsterdam? Amst- are you crazy?" Andrew scolded when the both of you started to laugh at his words.

Tried to square not being there

"You're sure you're leaving?" Meredith spoke up as the two of you were folding up some laundry. "I don't want you to leave, no one would want you to, you can just stay here at my house?"

You pulled your lips into a sad smile while holding a shirt from Bailey in your hands. "I need to leave, I guess I'm a runner too."

"Who am I suppose to get drunk with? When you're gone?" The blonde woman sat down on a chair, peering up at you from under her eyelashes. "I'll miss you."

You placed your hand on top of her own, nodding your head. "Me too, Meredith, me too."

But think that I should have been

Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes

Opening your closet, you grabbed the clothes of the hangers and threw them into your suitcase while tears ran down your cheeks.

You thought that making this step was easy and a good thing for you, but it did hurt, more than you thought it would.

"So you are serious about this, huh?" Jackson said as he leaned against the doorframe, receiving a quiet 'yeah' from you. "And we can't talk about things?"

You shook your head in denial, closing your suitcase with a deep sigh and a heavy heart in your chest when you started rolling your suitcase towards the door.

"I'm sorry, okay? I really am." Jackson placed his hand on yours but you pulled away as you opened the door and walked out of the door.

Hold back the river, so I

Can stop for a minute and see where you hide

Hold back the river, hold back

Opening your laptop, your fingers typed in site for a flight to Amsterdam the next week or so.

Transferring the money toward the site, a green sign showed up on your screen showing the flight was booked for next week.

You were leaving.

Once upon a different life

We rode our bikes into the sky

Standing against a silver pole on the boat, you stared at Alex and Jo as they were smiling at each other and Meredith stood in front of them.

"You're in deep thoughts?" A voice spoke up behind you as you slightly jumped in shock, noticing your boss behind you and Andrew smirking at you from the corner of your eye.

"Doctor Avery." You spoke before rolling your eyes at Andrew who was still smirking.

"After last week, you're still calling me that?" You looked back to the man in front of you, frowning at you.

"I'm a resident and I screwed you, I'm embarrassed, can we just drop it?" You rambled to the plastic surgeon before walking off to your friends.

But now we crawl against the tide

Those distant days are flashing by

Placing your bags in the bags into the trunk of the cab, you placed the money in the driver's hand before getting in and driving away. "Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, please."

Raindrops covered the window on your side while the cab drove by the hospital with speed.

"You okay, miss?" The man asked as he kept on driving and following his route but noticing the line of tears in your eyes.

"Yeah, thank you." You mumbled back to the man.

Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes

Hold back the river, so I

Can stop for a minute and see where you hide

"Deluca, where is Y/N?" Jackson leaned his arm on the desk when Andrew kept talking to Carina. "DeLuca?"

"I can't tell you because she said tha-" Carina smacked her brother on the back of his head, giving Jackson a small smile before walking away.

"She said what?" Jackson gave the Italian man a stern face, wanting to know what was going on.

"She's gone, parti, andato via." Andrew blurted, shrugging his shoulders as he started to walk away but Jackson stepped in front of him. "What?"

"Where. Is. She. Now?" Jackson insisted, forming his voice in a harder way.

"Probably in some cab or in the worst scenario she's now at the airport." The Italian resident said, leaning his back against the desk.

"Come on." Jackson pulled Andrew's arm as they both strolled over to the elevator.

Hold back the river, hold back

"Thank you, sir" you said before you went to the departure terminal to find your airline.

Fiddling into your bagage, you took a hold of y your passport, wanting to check in as soon as you could.

Lonely water, lonely water, won't you let us wander

Let us hold each other

"She still has a half hour if you want her back, start searching." Andrew snapped to the man next to him.

Letting their eyes control every single person in the crowd, the both of them started searching for you.

Until Andrew's eyes fell on a leather jacket clothed back.

Lonely water, lonely water, won't you let us wander

Let us hold each other

"I'll be right back, ma'am, one second." The female smiled before walking off. Knowing she'd be taking more than a second.

Feeling a buzzing sound in your pocket, you took a hold of your phone and noticed a selfie of you and Andrew showing up, knowing it was Andrew that was calling you.

Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes

Hold back the river, so I

Can stop for a minute and be by your side

Hold back the river, hold back

"How about you stay here and don't leave me?"

You froze in your actions, staring in front of you, starting to shake your head in denial, not believing this was happening.

"Why- how- when did y-" your words were silenced when you saw Andrew sitting in front of you and knowing there was only one possibility for the person behind you. "Why are you here?"

"I'm preventing you from ruining my life by leaving me."

#greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy imagines #greys anatomy x reader #request open #greys #jackson avery imagine #jackson avery imagines #jackson avery x reader #jackson fics are everything #angst #songfic

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stonertransdad · 3 years

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Life Update since I hadn't been on here in forever

The pandemic was/is wild! Lockdowns started literally around the time we were going to the fertility specialist to get her pregnant. I lost my job to COVID in March shortly before we did the procedure, but we decided there's never really a good time to have a kid. Why not during a global pandemic when one of us in unemployed? (BTW, I don't recommend having a kid during a pandemic. Not being able to go to all of the appointments and having to sit in the parking lot was brutal.)

Let's talk about May friends...it was rough. (TW for mention of suicide btw. I'll post a gif where it's safe to start again if you wanna skip over it.)

So May 1st is the anniversary of my father's suicide. It had been 4 years. I found his body and since he wasn't married, I had to handle his affairs and arrange his funeral. May 1st, 2020 my wife and I had a Zoom game night with our friends and I got drunk because everyone was drinking (except my wife because she was pregnant). After our game night at like 2am, I had a psychotic break. I threatened to kill myself numerous times. My wife tried to talk me down, but eventually called the cops to take me. I thank her for that because looking back, that was the moment I knew something needed to change. I was convinced the cops were gonna kill me because I'm a trans dude in rural West Texas. I legit took the phone out of my wife's hand, hung up on 911, and yeeted her phone across the backyard and tried to hop the fence. Eventually the cops came and talked me down. They took me to the hospital an hour away in handcuffs (for their protection I did nothing wrong). They took me to the religious hospital that I was born in. So when they looked up my info by my name and date of birth from my driver's license (I only changed my middle name) literally all my paperwork and my bracelet had my deadname and wrong gender despite all of my legal stuff saying male with my new middle name. I mentioned it to them and they didn't care. They misgendered me the entire time I was there. I had hit my head hella hard on the bath tub when my wife was trying to snap me out of it, did the hospital even check me for concussion? Nope. I had punched so many things and my hand and wrist were swollen and discolored. Did they check out my hand and wrist? Nope. I was there for over 10 hours before I was able to convince them I was okay and that it was just the alcohol. Did I mention during that 10 hours I was literally out in the hall on a gurney with no mask and this was when COVID was running rampant in Texas (the first time)? I heard people die that night. I had nothing to distract me because they took away all of my personal items and clothes. My wife picked me up and we went home and I have been sober ever since. It's not the first psychotic break I've had with alcohol in my system. Alcohol just doesn't agree with me, but I'm finding new things to replace it with.

TW has been lifted...it's safe now.

A couple of weeks after that I began teletherapy because I had been on the same mood stabilizer and anti-depressant for almost a decade. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense that I felt like it hadn't been working for at least a year. This is a reminder to check in with your doctor if you feel like your meds aren't working. You may just need a different dose or a new med. There's no shame in that. I bounced around on various medications trying to find the right combo, some side effects scarier than others, but we got there. Before this, I had been diagnosed with ADHD, Major Depressive Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. My therapist threw out my Borderline diagnosis and said it was CPTSD instead, which made sense.

Fast forward to December because my wife was pregnant, I was unemployed still, and we did absolutely fuck-all because the global panini was still raging.

Our son was born on December 3, 2020. He weighed 5lbs 9oz and scared the ever loving shit out of us. He wasn't breathing when he was born so they called NICU in ASAP. I'm freaking out because I can hear and see what's going on while my wife was asking if he was okay as they put her guts back in place to sew her up. 5 or so minutes pass and a nurse asks if I want her to take some pictures. I'm like is he okay, he still hasn't cried. She's like "oh yeah, he's chillin." This goon was being held by a nurse and was just looking around not crying or anything. Chillest baby ever (he still is btw). I held him next to my wife's head until it was time to go back to the room. Little dude did have to spend 4 nights in the NICU because he couldn't keep his sugars or temperature regulated, but he was healthy otherwise. He's now 4 months old and is starting to sit up on his own a little bit and he's OBSESSED with standing. He's still a little guy, but very healthy and growing like a weed. He saves my life daily.

So after being unemployed for over 9 months, I started a new job working in a call center. I absolutely hate talking on the phone. It gives me anxiety and throws me into panic attacks, but I had been putting out hundreds of job applications since I lost my last job and this was the first offer I got. I wasn't really in a position to turn it down since my unemployment had ran out 2 months prior. It was 2 months of training, then we'd be on our own. I got thru the training and thought I could handle it...until they started putting us on live calls with someone helping us if we got stuck. My mental health hit the lowest point it had in a few years and my wife was terrified she was going to lose me. She convinced me to quit on February 28th (not because I didn't want to, but because I'm a stubborn ass who felt guilty). My meds got tweaked a little bit more dosage wise during this mess.

Starting about mid-February, I was experiencing severe shakiness, tremors, and spasms. I've always been a shaky person and never really thought too much about it, but at some points I could barely feed myself, or get a drink, or hold my son. On March 7th, I tried to make an appointment with my doctor about the weird symptoms I was experiencing, but she was out of town and her next opening wasn't until the 31st. My body said that won't work and my wife rushed me to the ER on the 9th...I had begun having seizures that day. I had no previous history of seizures. Got to the ER and had a seizure literally as I was walking thru the door, so they rushed me straight back. They took some blood and that was literally it. No MRI. No CT. They pumped me full of Ativan and said it was just a panic attack and to go home and chill.

Spoiler Alert: It wasn't just anxiety. I was having 20+ seizures a day. On the 10th, my wife rushed me to a different hospital...the good hospital over an hour away. First we had to drop off our gremlin with my mom to make things a little easier. Yet again, I had a seizure as I walked in the door and was taken back immediately. I don't really remember much because they kept pumping me full of Ativan and morphine because I had been in excruciating pain from the number of seizures I'd had. I do remember them doing a CT pretty quickly after I got there. Then they weren't happy with the results of the CT, so they took me to get an MRI, which showed possible signs of Multiple Sclerosis (but I didn't find that out until AFTER the notes showed up in my patient portal after being home a few days, so I raised hell...more on that later.) They did a 24 hour EEG on me and it showed nothing abnormal. Also, EEG glue is a bitch on your hair and scalp. After looking at everything and given my previous mental health history, they diagnosed me with Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizures, or PNES. It is a subset of Functional Neurologic Disorder, or FND. I couldn't walk well anymore and had to use a walker when I was discharged. I was in the hospital for 3 days.

When I had my follow-up appointment on the 23rd, I asked why the possibility of MS was never mentioned to me since it was very clearly in the notes. The doctor didn't have an explanation. He called in a referral to neurology so I could get a 2nd MRI to confirm MS and marked it as high priority. He also didn't take my pain seriously. My pain levels had been at a 5 or higher every single minute since they took me off of the morphine in the hospital. He told me to keep taking prescription strength doses of ibuprofen and Tylenol, which I had been. I let him know I had been and it didn't even take the edge off the pain. He ignored me. Leading up to this appointment, I had also added urinary incontinence to my growing list of symptoms and was forced to wear diapers so I didn't have to do laundry all the time. The doctor also took me off my ADHD meds because they were lowering my seizure threshold. He also took me off of my sleeping meds and nightmare meds for the same reason I'm assuming.

I kept my appointment on the 31st with my primary doctor because she's been my doctor for 5 years now and I knew she'd take my pain seriously. She did. She immediately wrote me prescriptions for a muscle relaxer and Tylenol 4. She also told me that my referral had been rejected by neuro. She said my case wasn't a good one for what she called a "wallet biopsy" and the doctors in neurology could be real assholes. She immediately sent the referral to other locations to get an approval. I am still waiting on that despite it being marked as high priority. She wrote me a prescription for a wheelchair because we both agreed my wheelchair was not enough for particular days.

Yesterday my wheelchair was finally ready for pickup, so my wife drove me to go get it. I'm still unable to drive due to my seizures and my tremors and twitches as it's predominantly in my legs and arms. I am an ambulatory wheelchair user now. Some days I can go short distances without my walker, some days I can't go without my walker, some days I can't even get out of bed, and some days I will be using my wheelchair. Don't judge a book by its cover, not all disabilities are visible. I have managed to keep my daily seizure count down in single digits and have even had a few seizure free days. They are still incredibly taxing on my body. I feel like I can't ever replenish my spoons fast enough to keep up with anything in my life.

So all in all, life has been chaotic. We are moving from Texas to New Mexico in the next few weeks, which should be interesting considering I can't overdo it without throwing myself into seizures. We will be closer to my mother-in-law so she can help us with our son and I can start resting a bit more on the more difficult days. Being a stay-at-home dad with an invisible illness has been one of the most challenging things I've done in my life, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

Sorry this is so long. I just wanted to update my followers since it's been over a year since I posted before a few days ago.

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khoicesbyk · 3 years

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Beloved.

A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 3,040 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Song And Story Inspiration: On My Mind/Burn/Love Me Like You Do-Ellie Goulding | | | | | |

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Chapter 8.) Love Me Like You Do.

You're the light, you're the night. You're the color of my blood. You're the cure, you're the pain. You're the only thing I wanna touch. Never knew that it could mean so much, so much.

You're the fear, I don't care. 'Cause I've never been so high. Follow me through the dark. Let me take you past our satellites. You can see the world you brought to life, to life.

It had been a week since her first dream about Trent.

And Naia was sleeping in Roman’s arms, dreaming about Trent again. They were running through the woods together with reckless abandon. They were wolves. Bounding through the woods on all fours. And when Naia reached the edge of the woods she looked back to see if he was still behind her, but she saw nothing but darkness. She didn’t know where he was. She frantically looked around for him but he was gone. When she called out to him he never responded.

That’s when she woke up gasping for air and in a cold sweat. Something that hadn’t happened since coming to Hunt’s Peak. She had just sat up and was getting her head out of the fog it was in, when she felt Roman’s hand on her shoulder.

“Are you alright Beloved?” He asks.

“Huh? Yeah. I-I’m okay.” She replied trying to downplay how and what she was feeling.

“Your heart is racing. Are you sure that you’re okay?” He asked.

“Yes. It was just a nightmare. I promise I’ll be fine.” She replies.

Roman knew something was wrong but he decided not to press the issue.

“You should rest Beloved.”

“I will. No need to worry.”

She grabbed Gino from off the floor and snuggled him close as Roman’s arms wrapped around her.

“Not so tight!”

Roman raised his head.

“You’ll squish Gino.”

He groaned.

“I do not understand why you are so attached to that thing.”

“Well if you didn’t want me to have him…you shouldn’t have given him to me.”

She snickered as he rolled his eyes. She settled in his arms and was soon fast asleep.

So love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do.

Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do.

Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do.

What are you waiting for?

The next morning Naia was with Layla helping her with laundry for the Pack.

“Thank you so much for the help. It would’ve taken me hours to get all this done.” Layla told her.

“No problem. I’m surprised that the Pack believes in washing machines.”

“You do NOT want to know how hard it was or how long it took me to convince them.”

The two shared a laugh as they folded blankets. When Naia reached for one another blanket, Layla cautioned her.

“You might want to be careful with that one.”

“Why?” Naia asks.

“Because that one is Roman’s.” Layla replies.

“Ohhhhhh.”

“Yeah. He rarely lets me wash it.”

“Why? It’s just a blanket.”

“It was his mother’s. It never leaves the den unless he allows it.”

“He told me about her. Sounds like he really loved her.”

“Yeah he did and still does. Roman is the quintessential mama’s boy.”

Naia laughed.

“Just don’t tell him I said that.”

“Don’t worry. My lips are sealed.”

“Good. Because he’d be pretty pissed at me if he knew I said that about him.”

“Even if it’s true?” Naia asked.

“Especially because it’s true!” Layla replies.

The two shared another laugh.

“Tell me about his mother. All I know is that her name is Delia.”

Layla went quiet as she considered how to answer.

“Ms. Delia was a joy to be around. She was fair and stern and always loving. Even after she married and mated with Roman’s father, she continued on to be a school teacher. She cared for the Pack. Maybe even more than Xander ever did. She was as protective as she was funny. She’s one of the reasons why I’m loyal to them as well.”

“Did she welcome you?” Naia asks.

“Oh yeah. She welcomed anyone to the Pack. Even though some Pack members thought it was a mistake.” Layla replies.

“Why would they think that welcoming others is a mistake?” She asks.

“Because the Pack is an old guard. And many believe in its old and kinda outdated ways. Many of the werewolves, especially some of the elders only look at humans like us as a means to an end. But to some like Callum and Roman, humans are and always will be welcomed and loved. Just like Ms. Delia taught them.” Layla replies.

“How was she with Roman?” Naia asks.

“She loved Roman and his siblings. But, many whispered that she always favored him because he’s the oldest and her firstborn. She always knew how to tame her son. And when she died, it nearly killed him. He was closed off for a while. And as of late, he’s just been so absorbed in his role as Alpha.” Layla replied.

“I wish I had the chance to meet her.”

“She would’ve loved you.”

“You think so?” Naia asks.

“Yup. She was always a sweet woman. Even though she lived amongst the Pack.” Layla replies.

“What was his father like?” She asked.

“When you think of Xander, think of an older, stuffier and scarier version of Roman.” Layla replies.

“Yikes! Yikes! And triple yikes!”

“Yeah…compared to his father and especially how he ran the Pack, Roman is an angel.”

“Sheesh! I’m kinda sorry I asked. “

Once they were finished with the laundry, they stopped by the furniture store to pick up a few things for the den. Then went to the local boutique for themselves.

“I love this boutique so much. I just wish I could fit in the clothes.” Layla said in a wistful tone.

“I’m sure they’ve got something in here for you.”

“You see this?” Layla asks, pointing to her very pregnant belly. “Ain’t nothing in here fitting all of this.”

Naia rolled her eyes and chuckled.

“Buuuuuuut that doesn’t mean that we can’t find something for you.”

“You just want to live vicariously through me, don’t you?” Naia asked.

“Maaaaaaaybe.” Layla replied innocently.

“Uh huh…”

After picking out a few outfits that she really liked, Naia turned her attention to the lingerie in the boutique. Using Layla’s critical eye, she narrowed her choices down to two colors red and purple.

“Well you can’t go wrong with red. It’s a classic color for a reason. But then again I really like the purple one.”

Naia tried on both and showed Layla.

“Well damn Miss America! Who knew you could twirl like that?” She teased.

Naia rolled her eyes good naturedly.

“So…which one should I get?” Naia asked her.

“Split the difference and get both. Especially if you want to make Roman drool.” Layla replied.

“Oh no honey! Never buy lingerie for a man. Always do it for yourself. But you are right I think I’m gonna get both.”

“Of course I’m right! Now go pay for them so we can go get some food. We’re starving!”

After paying for her new clothes and getting food, Naia and Layla were back at the den rearranging and organizing the kitchen. With the Pack out on a hunt, Naia took the initiative to freshen the room she was given. She figured she’d deal with Roman and his opinion later. She had just finished redecorating the bedroom when he walked in.

“What did you do?” He asks.

“Made this more of a bedroom and less of a cold, sterile cave with a bed in it.” She replies.

He gives her a lopsided look.

“What? Gino likes it.”

“Gino can’t speak.”

“He still likes it.”

“Gino is a toy.”

“Well I say he likes it!” She huffed.

He shakes his head and smirks at her. She could feel his victory through their bond.

“How was the hunt?” She asked after clearing her throat.

“It was highly successful. How was your day in town?” He asks.

“Good. We got the laundry done and did a little shopping. Well I shopped, Layla watched.” She replies.

“What did you buy?” He asks.

“A little gift for myself.” She replies.

He raises an expectant eyebrow.

“If you must know, I bought lingerie.”

“Hmmmm I see.”

She watched Roman as he took a look at what she had done around the room. When his eyes fell on his mother’s blanket laying on the bed, his gaze softened. He sat down and held the blanket in his hands. She sat down next to him.

“Layla told me that it was your mother’s.”

“It was. She made it herself.”

“She was a quilter?” She asks.

“Yes. She was also a school teacher.” He replies.

“Layla told me that.”

“What else did Layla tell you?” He asks.

“That you really loved her and that you miss her.” She replies.

“She’s right. Mother was an angel. There isn’t a day where I don’t miss her.”

“I’m sure she’s proud of you Roman. Wherever she is.”

He smiled softly at her.

“Gino was right. What you’ve done is…nice.”

She chuckled softly before laying her head on his shoulder.

“If you don’t like it, I can always change it.”

“No. I want this to be as much of a home for you as possible. And if changing things around and adding things does that for you, I won’t protest.”

Fading in, fading out. On the edge of paradise. Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I've got to find. Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire. Yeah, I'll let you set the pace. 'Cause I'm not thinking straight. My head's spinning around I can't see clear no more. What are you waiting for?

Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do) Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do What are you waiting for?

She felt their bond swell as they sat together. She secretly loved seeing him be vulnerable with her. After a few moments, he put the blanket down.

“Will you come with me?” He asks her. “There’s something I want to show you.”

“Sure. Where are we going?” She replies.

“You’ll see.”

He led her along the north side of the woods towards a field.

“I don’t see anything.”

“Just watch Beloved.”

Beside her Roman had transformed into his wolf form. After hearing him let out a commanding and slightly startling howl, she watched as a pack of actual wolves came through the tall grass. She counted at least 7 adult wolves as Roman changed back into his human form.

As they approached she hid behind Roman.

“Yipe!”

“They won’t harm you Beloved.”

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not take the chance of finding out.”

She watched him as he knelt down to greet the Alpha of the pack. The wolves greeted him like they were greeting an old friend. Roman nodded to the alpha to meet Naia.

“I promise you, you’re safe Beloved. Come meet Kuvo.”

Naia knelt beside him and held out her palm for Kuvo to sniff. After sniffing her palm, Kuvo walked around sniffing the rest of her before headbutting her shoulder affectionately.

“Hi Kuvo.” She said as he nuzzled her. Kuvo looked to his pack then the adults took off. Leaving the pups behind.

“Where are they going?” She asks.

“To hunt.” He replies.

“So we’re babysitting?”

“Yes. I thought you’d like to see what Gino would look like if he was real.”

“Look at you. Jealous of a toy.”

He rolled his eyes as they walked to where the pups were playing. As they got closer the pups ran to Roman, nearly tackling him when he sat down.

“You’re covered in pups. You know that right?” She said as she snickered. She sat down close to him and one of the smaller pups ran up to her.

“Hi there little one! You are absolutely adorable.” She said as she nuzzled the pup in her arms. She rubbed behind the pup’s ears as she watched the other pups climb all over Roman.

“You look natural Beloved.”

She blushed.

“Thank you.”

He nodded to the pups and they went from climbing all over him to swarming Naia.

He watched as she giggled and pups yipped.

“Oh my God! I should’ve been born an octopus because I clearly don’t have enough arms!” She said as she giggled and tried to pet and pick up as many pups as she could. When she finally got up and tried to walk away, the pups followed behind her.

“I feel like a mother!” She giggled.

“You look like one.”

Just then an adult wolf came out of the field. The pups ran straight to the wolf and led the wolf to them.

“Who’s that?” She asks.

“That’s their mother, Oma.” He replied.

He knelt in front of her then allowed her to nuzzle and lick him. When Oma turned to Naia, she was holding one of the pups. Oma cautiously walked towards Naia, who had her hand stretched out to her. Oma sniffed her hand then licked her palm. While the pup ran off to play with its siblings, Oma laid down next to Naia with her head in her lap.

“Hello Oma. Your pups are the cutest little things.” She said to Oma as they watched the pups play. She rubbed behind Oma’s ears Roman sat down on the other side of Oma.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Why did you bring me here?” She asks.

“Because I wanted you to see why I protect these lands. These wolves are some of the most endangered in the country. And not just from SEP but poachers as well. It is my duty to protect them. And it’s getting increasingly difficult to do so.” He replies.

“Why is that?” She asks.

“Because if SEP gets their hands on this land, they’ll tear it all down to build mines. Which will drive Kuvo and his pack further away from here and right into the hands of poachers.” He replies. His tone hid a calm fury.

“They’d turn all of this into mines? What kind of mines?” She asks.

“Coal.” He replies.

Naia shuddered at his words.

“I hope you see why I must fight against these evils. I am Alpha. It is my job to protect and defend.”

“I do understand why you fight so hard.”

“I hope you will be at my side as I fight for this land.”

“As your mate you mean.”

Roman smirked.

“Yes. I would love for you to be my mate. But only if you want to be.”

Naia snuggled Oma as she considered his words. In the distance a howl was heard and returned by Oma and the pups.

“What’s going on?” She asks.

“It’s Kuvo. The hunt is over and was a success.” He replies as he looks out to the distance. Oma rises and goes with the pups to meet Kuvo and the other wolves. They watched as the wolves shared the kill.

“That’s a huge deer!” She exclaimed.

“Indeed. This is what it means to be an alpha. Kuvo excels at his duty as alpha.”

“So do you. Don’t ever forget that.”

Roman smiled softly at her. He noticed that she was shivering.

“Are you cold?” He asks.

“Just a little bit.” She whispered.

She felt his arms wrap around her. He was trying to use his body heat to keep her warm.

“Thank you Roman. I feel better.”

“Good. Now come. It’s getting late and you should rest.”

“But I’m not—“ she said before letting out a giant yawn.

“You were saying?” He teased.

She huffed then smirked.

“I do miss Gino. He’s probably lonely without me.”

“Yes…I’m sure that a toy is very lonely.”

She snickered as they began to walk back to the den. As she crawled into bed, she saw Roman getting ready to leave.

“You’re leaving?” She asked.

“Yes. Do not worry I will be back.” He told her.

She felt her heart start to ache. She didn’t want to be away from him.

“Don’t go.”

“I must Beloved.”

“Stay with me.”

He sat across from her as she clung to Gino.

“Beloved…”

“Roman please…”

He could feel her yearning for him. To soothe her ache, he kissed her. She needed him. She was desperate for him. Her body wanted him. As the kiss deepened, she pulled him on top of her. Their limbs tangled with each other as the kiss intensified.

Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do) Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (yeah) Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do What are you waiting for?

I'll let you set the pace. 'Cause I'm not thinking straight. My head's spinning around I can't see clear no more. What are you waiting for?

Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do). Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (yeah). Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do. What are you waiting for? Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do). Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (oh). Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do What are you waiting for?

Roman had to force himself to stop kissing her.

“As much as I hate to stop, I must.”

“Okay…” she pouted.

“Get some rest Beloved. I will see you when you wake up.”

With a kiss to her forehead, Roman left and Naia was soon fast asleep.

She was soon dreaming again. She was dreaming about Trent again. She was dreaming about being in his arms. And being with him. She felt her heart tell her that Trent is her mate, the same way Roman is her mate. And when she woke up, she needed to know why. So she made it her mission to figure out what was going on with her heart.

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sudden desire

chapter three: so, maybe i’m not okay

part four of sudden desire

prologue / one / two / masterlist

in which two best friends won’t admit they’re in love so decide to have a baby together instead.

pairing: marcus pike x original female character

word count: 2.5k (short lil chapter today!)

warnings: mentions of illness? other than that, none that i can think of? maybe the tiniest smidge of angst if you squint

Coraline has always been close to her father. One of her very first memories involved her perched on his shoulders at a Fleetwood Mac gig. He'd managed to sneak Cora, her brother, Daniel, and her heavily pregnant mom side-stage — the perks of him managing the venue at the time, in between jobs — and he'd cried when he'd heard her singing along to his favourite band. The show was all she'd talked about for a solid two weeks. Sure, the memories were a little grainy and probably warped by a crackly VHS tape of her mother's that she used to watch almost every day, but they were memories she held onto it as tightly as she could.

It was her father who took her first (dreadful) headshots, and him who she'd turned to when her sister died, and him who'd persuaded her that leaving everything and everyone she knew and loved back in Michigan to settle down in California (and then, later, D.C.) was a good idea. She owes her dad a lot, which is why the phone call has been playing on her mind all day.

The call came at 3am. She'd only fallen asleep two hours earlier, after Loren had arrived to pick up Maisie an hour late, hair a mess and rushing to apologise. Marcus had left a little while later and she'd practically collapsed into bed a few minutes later. She'd been woken by the low humming of her phone vibrating against her bedside table as it shot light through her dimly lit bedroom. She'd groaned uncomfortably and reached for it, cheek wedged awkwardly between her pillows and the mattress and legs tangled wildly in the sheets (Scott had always said she wriggled a lot in her sleep, but she'd always assumed he was exaggerating, until she slept alone).

She'd scowled when she'd seen it was her dad; he knew her schedule, and she'd told him she was up early when they'd spoken earlier that day. He never rings her late and it takes a moment for the frustration of being woken early by her phone to bleed away into worry and concern.

"Hello?" She'd croaked our groggily. "Are you okay? Is mom okay?"

She'd been met with a chuckle. His voice was low and gruff when it came, unusually thick and strangled. "Hey, Corrie." There was shuffling on the other end, hushed voices floating in and out of focus, until the phone went silent enough to think that maybe he'd hung up and hadn't meant to disturb her at all.

She'd scowled but her phone assured her he was still on the line. "Dad?" She'd called out to him. The panic had begun to rise when it wasn't his voice that replied.

"Coraline," her mother's soft voice breathed out. It was like a sigh of relief. "Sorry to bother you." Her French accent tipped the corner of her words. It always got stronger when she was upset or worried or scared, and it was especially thick now.

"What's wrong?"

Another pause. "Your father is in the hospital."

"What?" She’s suddenly holy upright, fear turning her blood to ice.

"He's fine, don't worry." She'd assured her. "He’s had some problems with his breathing again. They're doing some tests."

She'd almost booked a flight back to Michigan, almost abandoned filming and ran back home to make sure her dad was okay. The last time he'd been in hospital, it had been touch and go, and they'd spent an entire day huddled at his bedside in fear, just in case he'd stopped breathing. It was touch and go, and she couldn't live with herself if the worst happened and she never got to say goodbye to the man she owed so much to. She'd been in the process of scanning over the next flights on her laptop when her dad had taken the phone back from her mom and practically demanded that she stay in D.C.

Eventually, she'd relented. He'd promised to update her and she'd told them she loved them both before hanging up. But the phone call had sent her entire day into a tailspin.

She’d tried to sleep the extra hour and a half before she had to haul herself to work but her mind was running too wild for that. Even despite the reassurances, worry was plaguing her thoughts and panic was forcing her eyes open. Everything was just too much.

The last time it had happened, she'd had Scott. It was back when things were good, and he'd held her as she'd finally fallen asleep, curled up against him in an uncomfortable hospital chair.

But, now, he’s gone. Now, then, she was stood on set alone, trying her best to bite back a yawn and the tears, with so much concealer hiding the dark circles under her eyes that she can feel it clinging desperately to her skin. And, of course, life had picked the day when they had the most action scenes to film to deprive her of sleep.

Her entire body ached. She isn't sure how she's still standing after the first hour of work, with her legs protesting with every movement. Two hours of sleep and the running and the jumping and the endless stunts had sapped every last scrap of energy from her bones. She'd carried on stoically for most of the morning but she's truly never been more grateful for a lunch hour before, when she finds herself curled up against the couch in her trailer, passing out even despite the panic still swelling in her chest. She'd been surprised when she hadn't cried — maybe she was just too exhausted and her body simply couldn't muster the tears — but she's grateful she manages to keep the tears in because she doesn't want to haul herself back to set with mascara tears on her cheeks.

She’s even more grateful when she makes it home after a day that feels like five rolled into one and the scattered couch cushions look far too inviting for her to ignore.

It's an uncomfortable sleep and she wakes with the beginnings of a headache thrumming through her skull and a stiffness in her spine that she can't seem to straighten out. She's not sure how long she's managed to sleep — barely half an hour, she assumes — because she's woken by a soft knock on the door instead of the alarm she'd set on her phone. It wakes her with a jolt and she can't help but groan at the aching protests her limbs give when she stands. She shuffles across the apartment to the door and Marcus is stood there, smiling, his suit jacket and tie draped across his arm.

She's half dressed too - only he looks a damn sight better than she does, because his hair isn't dishevelled and messy and his shirt isn't twisted half way around his torso. She shouldn't have slept in her clothes but at least she had the hindsight to take off the stiff jeans. Except, now, she’s startlingly aware she’s standing before Marcus in nothing but her underwear and an unforgivably tight tank top.

"Good evening, Sunshine." He grins, that smile that makes her think that maybe he should be the one she called 'Sunshine'. "I brought you coffee." An odd offering at nine on a Wednesday evening but she’d been complaining, via text, about the lack of quality caffeine all day. Marcus offers her a polystyrene takeout cup as he steps inside.

"Lifesaver," she mumbles as she grabs it by the flimsy top and shuffles towards the kitchen to pour it into her unused Death Cab for Cutie mug — the mug her brother bought her three birthdays ago — and sips on the coffee. It's far too hot but she doesn't care; she needs the caffeine just to keep her eyes open. She grabs the blanket that she’s been sleeping under and wraps it around her waist, hyper-aware that she’s still wandering around in her underwear. She’s almost too tired to care.

"Are you okay?" It’s almost like he can tell. Though, she’s sure it probably has something to do with the dark bags beneath her eyes. She’s sure it probably looks like she’s been punched square in the face.

She shrugs. "I'll be fine. 'm just tired," She hums. Coraline slumps back against the couch cushions, pulls a thick blanket back over her body and lets her eyes flutter shut again. She groans and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Bad night sleep?" There’s bags and piles of fresh laundry piled on the chair he usually sits on, a product of Coraline’s half-hearted attempt at productivity. Instead, he resigns and sits down beside her at the opposite end of the couch, lifting her legs absentmindedly to rest in his lap, sipping on his own drink, and smiling at her sympathetically as she stifles a yawn against the back of her hand.

Her eyes drag towards him when she opens them again. They rest on his face, studying everything from the softness of his brow and the curve of his prominent nose, to the scattering of facial hair that dances across his jaw, small patches of grey poking through at the edges. She’s glad he kept it after whatever undercover work he’d been assigned to before they’d even met. "If I tell you it was the worst night sleep I'd ever had, in my entire life, would that make me sound dramatic?"

"You? Dramatic?" Marcus scoffs and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. His free hand rests on her leg; he draws patterns against her skin but she’s not even sure he realises he’s doing it. "Never."

“Shut up.” Coraline glares at him but smiles, regardless. "Well, I think I'm allowed a pass today."

His face falls at her words. "What happened?"

She sighs and takes a hand through her hair. "My dad-" She eyes him as he watches her intently, brown eyes soft and comforting. "-he's ill again."

Cora had told him about her dad's illness, about how she worried he'd wind up back there again, in the hospital, that things would be worse this time. He'd listened to her like what he was saying was the most important thing in the world and she'd almost cried when he'd held her in a hug a little longer than usual. It was that night that she’d tried to ask him about his past; she wasn’t sure if he was trying to avoid telling her because he didn’t trust her or because it held things he didn’t want to relive. She half-hoped it was the latter, but she hated to think that he might be bottling things up, things he didn’t want her to know or didn’t feel comfortable sharing.

She wishes he’d tell her things. She’ll understand, no matter what it was. She’ll listen, like he does to her, for as long as he needs, as long as he wants.

It’s almost comical how different they are in that sense. Marcus is reserved, closed off, but in way that doesn’t suit him. It’s like whatever exists there, whatever memories lingered, had been withered by sadness, by something or someone, until there’s a barrier guarding his secrets and story that he hasn’t meant to build. She sees the softness in his eyes when she tells him her stories or shares her fears, like his heart is aching to spill the details of his past. Like he can’t let it out. It works for his job — undercover work, secrets, classified information — but somehow it doesn’t suit the smile and the softness of his words as he illuminates Coraline’s darkness.

Coraline, on the other hand, finds her words spilling from her chest before she can even hold them back. She’s not sure if it’s just him — the reassuring smiles, the soft brush of a hand, the gentle voice — but they pour from her at an almost embarrassing speed, like a waterfall of words cascading at regrettable speed. She’s not even entirely sure that she won’t spill her secrets to the next stranger in the street who offers her a smile. But that works for her job; people prying, picking her apart like vultures, scavengers of information found tucked away out of reach. It’s the worst part of the job description, to expect someone to know every detail of your private life, but she often thinks she’s open enough to sate them, until they leave her alone at last.

On paper, they make no sense. Jobs, the polar opposite, necessary privacy mixed with relentless publicity. Open and closed doors. But Coraline thinks, perhaps, that’s why they work. It balances them both out.

Marcus reaches over and catches her hand in his. There's barely any space between them because of the way they’re sat, with her feet prodding at his knees. "I'm sorry, Cora," he whispers, his thumb running over her knuckles softly.

After a shaky smile, gazes locked for maybe a little too long, Coraline stands up and smooths out her shirt. As much as she appreciates it, and appreciates him, she doesn't want to cry. Not today. "It'll be okay." She scrapes her thumb under her eyes, brushing away the black smudges that she's sure have formed underneath her eyes, and finishes the last of her coffee. "Everything will be okay."

Cora isn't entirely sure she believes that.

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x oc #marcus pike x original character #marcus pike #pedro pascal x reader

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metsaahenki · 3 years

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Chapter one

stranger and the chestnuts

attention: I am not very good at english and the text was translated by me and my friend!enjoy!

after another winter hibernation, which regularly comes every winter in the moominvalley, approximately in the last week of February, a lonely, lost, lame animal came to the valley. he was not great in stature, a little smaller than mumriks, but there was so much rudeness and anger in this little creature! he limped on one paw and leaned on a stick very suitable for a cane (it was rounded as all canes should be). he did not know anyone and was not particularly in a hurry to get to know each other, he was unpleasant and alien to everyone, not everyone tolerated rudeness towards themselves, which the foreigner abused.

the snow was melting. From morning to evening, water ran through the drainpipes and froze at night, forming crystals on the roofs. frosts have not yet left these lands.

the foreigner did not have a home, he did not have one before. in its provision, a house - with a roof, walls and an entrance door, possibly a couple of windows, and also a chimney from which a ball of smoke comes out. how the house looked inside the animal had no idea, because he had never been a guest before. he slept in some kind of cozy hummock, suitable for him in shape, on moss or buried in the leaves, the more important is to be comfortable. now the situation had not changed at all, he still slept on the street, but now it was an abandoned hollow.

from day to day the moomin family was to wake up. the stranger did not know what he was counting on, he was told briefly “keep your way to the moominvalley, one family will help you, you will not mix it up with anyone else”. he had nothing to do, no matter where to go, however, the animal considered itself useless in all its degree: he was limping, he cannot drag heavy things, scattered, slow, everywhere like a fifth wheel. but even such a gloomy creature wanted to be needed and loved, he did not have a family, or rather he was left to fend for himself - his parents either abandoned, or were just as absent-minded and lost while picking rowan berries.

“Maybe tomorrow I will sleep in bed under a thick blanket” with such a thought the animal fell asleep, curling up into a ball.

very early in the morning, when there was not even a ray of sunshine yet, he was awakened by a pouring rain that beat like a drum in the hollow. wet and frightened, the foreigner jumped out of the flooded tree trunk and shivered from the cold, clutching his paws as closely as possible to each other. where to run? where to hide? the crowns of trees are bare and the benefits of them are exactly the same as that of a leaky umbrella. the eyes did not have time to get used to the twilight and everything looked soapy and spooky.

- What are you standing there, you fool, theres downpour! Or is it such a specific way to take a morning shower for you? - a voice sounded from behind. the animal turned sharply and stared with a rounded eyes at the dark figure with an umbrella.

-the place where I slept today is flooded and in the dark I see badly, I don't know where to go, damn it!

not a word more, and the dark figure covered the small creature, soaked to the bone, under its huge umbrella. led the savior towards the house, the rescuer following him. they came to a large house and it resemble a chestnut tree in shape. the sky was brightening, but because of the huge rain clouds that did not let the light through, the rising sun was simply not visible, which made the foreigner's soul even more disgusted. in any light, the stranger could make out the face of a fellow traveler. “Are these the moomins that were talking about? no, they are white, and this one is ... dark and strange. " a distinctive feature of moomintrolls is that they are white, tailed, with large muzzles and small ears, and this one had only a tail and a large muzzle, a dark color and even long horns, resembling more of a radio antennas.

- What is your name? - They managed to get to the front door and before entering the house, the dark figure asked the small creature’s name.

-Juniper. - the beast said reproachfully and squinted at the large creature. - and your name is not a moomintroll?

- no! - he laughed and smiled only at the look of the Juniper. - my name is Chesnut and my family is chestnuts. Moomins live a little to the north of us, are you a friend or a distant relative?

-nobody. - the Juniper went outside the threshold of the house and felt safe. The house was quiet and could hear only the synchronized snoring of all the inhabitants of the house, from the snoring he could understand that there are many animals living here.

-they are still asleep, wake up closer to dinner. - a Chesnut warned, passing into the living room, the Juniper limped behind him.

-Why are you awake then? - the Juniper wheezed, sitting down in an soft chair, on which a Chesnut kindly offered him to sit.

- I had to go for oil for a lanterns, someone stole a lot of things from us while we we were hibernating , but I don't blame them, maybe someone needed it more. - a Chesnut fussing in the kitchen. he brushed the dust off the kitchen furniture, rinsed out the kettle and pot. everything needed cleaning, but it’s all later. water and milk boiled on the stove. Chesnut squatted on the floor, searching the bottom shelf of the kitchen cabinet for his mother’s tableware specially for guests. everything hot was in the dishes and placed on the family tray and sent to the living room, where the confused Juniper was sitting. "This is how the house looks inside," he thought, and darted his gaze from corner to corner until a tray was placed in front of his nose.

-Is this porridge? I hate porridge,—the Juniper complained, twitching his antennae displeasedly.

-I didn't find anything else, but now eat, please.—Chestnut said softly, sitting down in a nearby chair and drinking tea with turmeric.

faint light seeped through the dusty windows and the living room began to take shape, paintings and family photographs became visible. There were a lot of photos and Juniper came to the conclusion that there were a lot of relatives living in the house, which made him uneasy.

the remains of porridge on the edges of the plate dried up, the tea was drunk. it became warmer in the stomach and warmed the paws, the Chesnut took his wet clothes and left them in the laundry room, in return he brought a large shirt (perfectly fitting for everyone in this house) and the most ordinary looking pants, but also too huge for such a small animal. the Juniper still had some manners, so he was polite and did not comment the clothes.

- My mom will like you! and uncle! and my grandfather's uncle, in general, many, but you are ... just don't be afraid of them, they can be very toplofty sometimes, — a Chesnut said on an excited breath.

“I’m sunk ” the Juniper thought anxiously, and from the thought that he would have to be polite, his paws began to sweat and the antennae twitched more often.

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yeols-baekhoes · 4 years

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Picnic With Kim Namjoon

Rated: F for fluff, DJ for daddy Joon

Picture this: A/U where Namjoon— who has been noticeably distant the last few days— has a surprise for you. A big one.

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"Hey, baby?" Came the soft, deep voice from the other side of the wooden door, a knock almost as soft as the man's voice following.

You remain quiet, not only because speaking up had proven to only make your already sore throat even worse, but because at that moment you were avoiding your significant other so that an argument wouldn't occur.

You had been sick for what felt like a century, but really was about a week and a half. Your throat felt like sandpaper, your head had been scalding the past week and your nose stuffed and runny. You knew you were getting better, though, when you woke up this morning sans the fever and runny nose. It felt heavenly after so long of not being able to breathe through your nose properly.

Even though you lived twenty minutes away, you had found yourself taking shelter in Joon's apartment as your parents had left for another work trip.

You usually enjoyed being in Namjoon's company. Ever since you met him almost a decade ago, his friendship had always been your source of comfort when your broken family proved to be otherwise.

It was only until four years back that you had both decided to act on the hidden feelings that had been bottled for years.

But recently, the past few weeks had been strange. Namjoon, always the busy bee, had been extremely distant. It was out of character for him. Yes, he was busy with his projects, but you always understood him. Understood the late nights, the days where he couldn't text you as frequently as he always did. He was chasing his dreams, working damn hard for them, at that. But, he always made sure to at least check in with you so you were aware he was okay. He would still sit with you, gently massaging your aching feet from work, even if it was for a couple of minutes before he ran off. There was always a few minutes of conversation where you would watch as his beautiful eyes lit up and his dimples deepened when he talked about his day or when he watched you speak about yours.

You weren't mad. You could never be mad at your Joon, not when he was finally getting to do everything he had talked about when you were both younger. The things he would smile about as you both sat on the low branch of the tree you both expertly climbed as children. What kind of girlfriend, what kind of best friend, would you be if you did get angry at that?

But your sickness had left you feeling like a child in need of comfort, and you couldn't help but feel upset about how visibly distant Namjoon had been. It was as if he was hiding something from you. It hurt that he wasn't fully trusting you.

When he noticed that you weren't going to respond, the door opened and Namjoon walked in. You looked up from your bag of clothes, looking up at your boyfriend.

"What Namjoon?" You ask, looking away. He knew what he was doing. Coming in here looking like he did, his lips slightly pursed so that his dimples would deepen. He was wearing a simple outfit, a black and white striped t-shirt, blue jeans, and his favorite pair of black high tops.

"I know you're mad at me, but there's no need for that or for you to be packing your clothes." He states. He hated when you called him by his full name when angry. He loved all the nicknames and pet names you had come up with.

You shrug, "I'm not mad at you and I'm taking these home to do laundry."

You hear him sigh and walk closer to you. You feel his arms snake around you, bringing you closer to his front. He knew you loved when he hugged you from behind. It made you smile faintly as his arms tightened around your belly.

"Don't be mad, honey." He whispers softly, his breath fanning across your neck as he brings his body down to reach your neck, where he places a soft kiss.

"You're going to get sick, Nam-" You start, trying to move out of his warm hold. You were annoyed with him, but that didn't mean you wanted him to catch whatever bug it was that you had. Of course he cuts you off, pulling you right back to him.

"I don't care." He turns you around in his arms, looking down at you.

"I do." You say, secretly enjoying how he held you.

He shrugs and chuckles, "Too bad. I want to hold my girlfriend."

You scrunch you're nose as you feel your argument crumble in your mind as he leaves a trail of soft kisses down your neck.

"Listen, I'm sorry. I know I have been distant the past few weeks. I've been dealing with some things and questioning others. I didn't realize until last night that I was distancing myself from you. That's something I never want to do. I'm sorry I made you feel like this." He says, as he looks up again, his big hands cradling your face.

You sigh looking at him. You knew he was sincere. That was something he never lacked. It was so clear in his dark eyes as he looked at you.

"It's okay, Joon. I just want you to remember that I'm here for you, okay? Just tell me whenever you're stressed out instead of pushing me away. That way I can at least try to help you and you won't be going through it alone." You respond, giving in. You touched his cheek softly, caressing the soft skin.

"I know. There's just something I've been thinking about. But I figured it out. So..." He trails off, kissing your cheek.

You giggle, "So?"

"Am I forgiven? Can we cuddle now without you wanting to slap me away?" He jokes, picking you up, his hands under your bottom.

You laugh, your arms wrapping around his neck as he carries you to the bed, nuzzling into your neck the way he did after a long day. He gently places you down, coming down with you but stopping when he was a few inches away from your face. His strong arms were at each side of your face, caging you in.

"Hey there, gorgeous." He says sweetly, making you smile. His minty breath fanned across your upper lip as he looked down at them when the corners lifted.

"Hi, handsome." You whisper, looking at his full lips. Joon's smile was the first thing you had fallen in love with.

"I really want to kiss you right now." He whispers to you, his mouth centimeters away from yours. You close your eyes as you feel him nearing, his intoxicating cologne clouding your senses, one of his hands sweetly placed on your cheek.

You hum as his mouth goes to your collarbone, lightly biting at the skin before lightly running his tongue across it. "Namjoon, you're going to get sick." You mumble as a light moan escapes.

"I don't care." He states again. As his face nears, you close your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his full, soft lips on yours. Warmth spreads through your entire body as he deepens the kiss. His hand holds your chin as his lips continue to dance with yours. Every time Namjoon kissed you, it felt like the world was stopping around the both of you, but at the same time it felt as if everything was ablaze. The passion you both shared almost inconceivable.

You open your eyes as he pulls back, both your breathing shallow. He smiles and looks down at you, the love you both felt for each other clear in his eyes.

He pecks you once and then twice as his hands come up to tickle your sides. You let out a screaming laugh as his nimble fingers continue their attack on your sides.

"I hate you." You laugh as he chuckles at your discomfort.

"No you don't. You love me." He says, falling onto the space next to you.

You turn to rest your head on his hard chest, "Sometimes." You joke. He chuckles and brings you closer to place a kiss on your hair.

"I have a surprise for you tomorrow. I've been planning it on and off for the last few weeks." He says simply, kicking off his shoes. You get up partly, resting your head on your hands that were on top of his chest. You look down at him, his eyes closed, his face peaceful.

"What surprise?" You ask, tracing the lines of his face. Your lips still stung with the electrifying sweetness of your kiss.

He chuckles, the dimples you love appearing. "It's called a surprise for a reason. It comes from the Medieval Latin word 'superprehendere' or seize; Where it was then translated to the Old French word 'surprendre'."

You rolled your eyes and smiled down at him, he enjoyed sharing his encyclopedic knowledge with you. You loved when he did so. Your boyfriend was truly a man of endless knowledge. Learning came easy to him, he craved it.

"You're not going to tell me, are you?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

He shakes his head and pulls you back down to rest on his chest. His hand went to your hair, carefully running his hand through.

His steady heartbeat lulls you, and before you know it, both of you are fast asleep.

••

"Joon, can you at least tell me where we're going so I know how to dress." You tell Namjoon who was currently finishing his shower. You had woken up feeling so much better, the pain the sore throat had caused had lessened exponentially. You dared to say it had disappeared overnight.

You were sitting on the toilet with a towel wrapped around yourself, you had just finished showering and washing your hair.

"I'm not telling you what it is until we get there and you see for yourself." He answers. You could practically feel him smiling through the shower curtain. He was really enjoying this whole keeping it a surprise thing.

"Dress warmly, too. Its just us. Think of it as a casual day out." He adds.

You sigh but get up to get ready, nonetheless. You couldn't help but be excited, though. It had been a few weeks since both of you had a night out. Both of your work got in the way a lot of the times, but of course most days you both slept in the same bed. You didn't mind missing a few date nights, as long as you got to fall asleep in Namjoon's arms at night, got to hear his heartbeat as you slowly fall asleep.

You take a few minutes to get ready in where you pick out a big, fluffy, burgundy sweater and some dark ripped jeans. You finish it off with a pair of black boots. You lightly spray your wrists and neck with the perfume Joon got you as one of your Valentine's Day presents last year. He said it was his favorite scent and it reminded him of you when you were away from each other.

Namjoon comes in minutes after wearing a white woolen turtleneck, black jeans, and his favorite boots. It was a chilly day out, but it would only get chillier as it got later.

You blatantly stare at him as the same feeling you get when he kisses you starts at the pit of your stomach.

"You look so beautiful, baby." He beats you to it, coming to your side. He grabs your hand and makes you do a spin.

It didn't matter if all you had on was a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt with holes in it, or if your hair was all over the place after a night in bed with Joon. He always called you beautiful.

You laugh as he spins, "I was going to say the same thing about you. You clean up nicely, handsome." His hands rest low on your waist as he looks down at you, a bright smile on his lips.

"Stop it." He says bashfully. Even after so many years of knowing him, and four years of being in a relationship, Joon always blushed beet red when you complimented him.

"You're so cute." You giggle, lifting slightly on your toes to kiss his warm, blushing cheek. You had missed doing so.

"So, where are we going?" You say nonchalantly, kissing the exposed skin of his neck. Namjoon softly groans in your ears as you leave a trail of kisses up to his sharp jaw.

"You almost got me there. But good try. Like I said, I'm not telling you until we get there and you see for yourself." He answers, pulling slightly away.

You pout as your impromptu plan to get him to tell you where you were going, fails. He laughs and pecks your bottom lip.

"Don't pout, baby. Come on, I already put everything in the trunk of the car so you won't be able to see anything." He says, grabbing your purse from the ottoman at the foot of the bed and handing it to you.

"Okay, lets go." You say as you notice how excited he was. You decide to stop pestering him and just 'go with the flow' because you just loved that excitement in his eyes, the twinkle of it in his gaze.

You wait next to Namjoon as he locks up the apartment, holding your hand and leading you down the hall when he did so.

"I can't wait until we get there. I hope you like it." He says excitedly. You laugh admiringly at his excitement, "I'm sure whatever it is, I'll genuinely love." You tell him, slightly swinging your hands back and forth as you wait for the elevator to reach your floor.

"I hope so." He answers as he brings your hand up to kiss it.

When you are both seated in Namjoon's car a few minutes later, seatbelts buckled- he never started the car unless everyone had theirs on— is when Joon speaks.

"Road trip." He says, wiggling his eyebrows, looking at you as he turns on the radio and connects his phone to the Bluetooth. You look at him, feeling the excitement bubble in you. You finally were going to spend some needed time with him. No work to worry about, just the two of you.

You smile at him as he grabs your hand, placing it on his lap as he drove with the other.

Even though it was chilly out, the day was beautiful. All blue skies with a few scattered clouds. There was a comfortable silence in the car as a song played on the radio. It was something about your relationship you appreciated. That there could be absolute silence and neither of you felt the need to disrupt it because it was so peaceful and both of you were comfortable to just sit in each other's presence.

The thing about being Namjoon's girlfriend was that even in completely silence, he would unknowingly do little things to show he was attentive to you. The way he caressed your hand, the way he'd harmonize whatever you were disastrously singing along to, the way he'd look at you or lean over to kiss your cheek at a stop sign or light.

You sighed happily, softly rubbing your thumb on Namjoon's, feeling the chilly but soothing wind come in through the opened windows and playing with your hair, 'Frequency' by Jhené Aiko filling the car.

You went through her entire new album 'Chilombo', before you spoke up. "It's beautiful out here." You say. You had never traveled this way before, there was no need to. A while ago, wooden areas had covered both sides of the highway, deep rooted trees that had been there longer than you could imagine. All greens, oranges, and reds. But now, the woods had broken and you were driving in between green hills, a big orange and grey flat top rock in the distance.

"I knew you would like it. Me and the guys found this area a month ago. Remember when we went camping?" He asked, quickly looking at you.

You hum, remembering the very eventful camping trip the boys- Joon's best friends- and Joon had talked about for weeks after they had gotten home.

"Well, I told you we got kind of lost. But it was more like incredibly lost. You know how Yoongi and Hoseok get when they're together. Everyone was super distracted so we ended up around here and just decided to camp in the area." He explained, tapping his long fingers on the steering wheel as the car went around a bend.

Every time the boys were together, it was as if the world was ending and it was their last time together. Especially when they started their 'crackhead' behavior, as everyone whoever met them described. You had been with them for years so you had come to get used to their energy, even look forward to it.

You shake your head and laugh, imagining just how distracted they were with Yoongi, Hoseok, and Teahyung probably screaming the whole way, Jimin and Jungkook teasing each other, and Jin and Joon unintentionally acting like they were in a marriage and fathers to the rest of the group.

"We're almost there by the way." He says smiling. "It's just a little ways down."

You smile excitedly, looking around to see if you saw anything that would help you decipher where you were going. But you couldn't see anything but luscious hills and rocks and sky.

You wait until he starts slowing down the car, parking it on the side of the road in front of a hill with a pathway leading up into a wooded area.

"Oh, I see what's going on. You're going to kill me and dump my body." You say jokingly, unbuckling your seatbelt.

He looks at you, his face completely serious, "How did you know?" Your smile falters a bit before he laughs at the same time you do.

"Haha, good one." You say blandly, shoving his shoulder.

"Come on. I can't wait until you see this." He says, getting out and walking to the back of the car and opening the trunk. You follow behind.

"What are you getting out?" You ask, trying to look over his broad shoulders. You noticed him taking things out of a white cooler and into a brown picnic basket.

You realize what he was doing and stop, a warmness filling your chest. You remember a few months ago, you had been sitting in Joon's backyard watching a movie on the home made theatre Joon, the boys, and you had built days before with a white sheet and a projector, when you had expressed to him that you had never been to a picnic after he had asked you.

You couldn't imagine he had remembered something you thought had been an insignificant comment on your part.

"Oh, Joon. You remembered." You whisper.

He turns around and smiles, nodding down at you. You quickly close the space between the both of you, hugging him to your body. His warmth envelops you as he chuckles into your hair.

"Come on, I want you to see something." He says, grabbing hold of a thick blanket and putting it on top of the basket, the handles keeping it in place.

He grabs your hand and leads you to the path. It's a bit steep but you manage to both get up easily with each other's help. The area is slightly wooded and looks undisturbed except for the fresh feet prints on the path.

You walk for a few minutes, admiring the life around you. The blue sky peaks through the trees and birds call to each other, chase each other like lovers. You walk across a small bridge, a bustling stream under, splashing the wood of the bridge. You step over rocks and discarded tree limbs bigger than any you have ever seen. Then you came to a break in the trees. You couldn't see what was the through it, but you could see light and hear something that sounded very familiar. Like a big body of water crashing against rocks.

"Okay we're near, close your eyes and don't peek." He requested, taking back the blanket you had taken from him to help with the load.

You grin and close my eyes, opening one to see what he was doing. "No peeking." He quipped.

"Okay, okay. What if I fall?" You question, putting your left hand over your eyes as he take your right with his.

"I won't let you get hurt." He promises. Of course you knew that. Namjoon has kept you safe long before you even developed any romantic feelings for him. But it was fun to tease him a bit.

"Okay, there's a rock in front of you, just sidestep it. To your left." He informs you, slightly tugging you so you wouldn't trip.

"Good, baby." He says, a kiss landing on your cheek.

"Namjoon, I smell the sea." You say as soon as the salty smell of the ocean hits your nose. It was a smell you had loved since you were little. You loved the ocean, the sand. The feeling of being in another world altogether when you spent a day in the beach.

Your boyfriend hums beside you, "Do you now?"

You can almost taste the sea when Namjoon stops walking. "Okay. Wait, let me set everything up. Don't peek." He says before running off. You hear him stop a few yards away.

"Don't peek." He yells from his place. You laugh, "I promise I'm not peeking."

"I can't wait for you to see this. The guys and I discovered it and it reminded me of you." He says as you hear him shake the blanket.

"How did it remind you of me?" You ask genuinely, itching to remove your hand and open your eyes.

"You'll see." He answers a few seconds later, the rustling of plastic and containers being popped open reaching your ears.

"Okay, open them." You jump slightly as his voice comes from right next to you, closer than you thought he had been.

Namjoon grabs your hand as your eyes open and you blink away the blurriness. You gasp as you take on the view. You'd never seen something so beautiful in your entire life. It was almost as if your brain couldn't fully comprehend that what laid in front of you, was in fact real.

"It reminded me of how equally beautiful you are, if not more." He whispers your ear, placing a soft kiss there.

"Namjoon-I can't-" You stop speaking as your breath gets stuck in your throat. In front of you was the ocean at the bottom of a cliff. That was what you had heard crashing against rocks, what you had smelled. The blue sky met the water in the horizon, until you couldn't decipher which one was which. The sea was empty, no boat in sight. It looked peaceful. How was it that something that could be so destructive, also be so beautiful?

You were standing in a field just as alluring. It was full of tall flowers, little dandelions, lilies. It was a field of whites and golds and greens. You loved the way the weeds and wildflowers grew freely in the area. It truly seemed as if you were the only ones who had discovered it.

A few yards away, Joon had prepared and set the picnic. The white blanket with little black floral detailing was spread in the only flattened section of the field. It was surrounded by even more wildflowers. On top of the blanket was an assortment of food, two glass bottles of your favorite drink and two wine cups. There was a small radio playing a soft song that matched the ambience.

It felt like you were in another world. A world far away from civilization, where Namjoon and you were the only ones.

"You like it?" Namjoon's deep voice meets your ears.

You look at him, your eyes wide, your mouth agape. "Like it, Namjoon? I love it. Thank you." You look at him and smile, watching his dimples rise as he smiles back.

"Come on." He says, leading you to the blanket.

It felt like for the next few hours you could do nothing besides eat, smile, laugh, or jokingly shove Namjoon. You were happy. So happy that you had almost completely forgotten that a few days ago he had been distant. You reminded yourself to ask him about it.

Namjoon had taken a break from reading to you his new adventure, a book called The Amazons: Lives & Legends of Warrior Women Across the Ancient World by Adrienne Mayor, your head resting on his lap fully immersed in what he had been reading, when you decided to ask.

"Joon?" You say, playing with a loose thread in his jeans. "Yes, babygirl?" He answers, his eyes closed as his head faced the sky.

You smile at his pet name. You would never let anyone but the man above you call you such names. You loved when it came from him.

"Yesterday you said had been questioning some things and that's why you were distant. What have you been questioning?" You ask. You feel him tense under you. It makes you sit up. A plethora of scenarios going through your head. What if something was wrong with him? What if he was questioning your relationship?

"I've been meaning to talk about this with you for a long time. Don't look like that baby, it's nothing bad." He says pulling you to his side.

"Come on, let's go for a bit of a walk." He adds, getting up and holding his hand out to pull you up.

You take his warm hand and walk where he was leading you. Closer to the sea.

(A/N: Play the next song now and listen to it as you imagine yourself sitting in the cliff from the fifth picture with Namjoon, the sea under you, the sky full of the colors that come with the sunset)

You walked across the field and closer to the edge where you both sat down looking over at the view. It was truly stunning. The ocean lapped peacefully at the rocks under you. The sun had begun to set a few minutes ago so the sky was bleached a harmony of pinks, blues, and oranges. Behind you both, the radio had started to play Instagram by Dean. You felt truly at peace. You had the person you loved most in the world next to you, sharing this magical moment with you.

You look next to you, hoping to see Namjoon as transfixed with the scene as you were. But he seemed tense, frightened even.

"What's wrong, Joon?" You ask him, caressing his cheek.

"We've been together for so long. You know my heart belonged to you from the moment I came back from Korea five years ago. But it belonged to you way before that, even when we were friends. Do you remember how my mom would say we were meant to meet, that it was our destiny?" He asked, turning his whole body to look at you.

You nod, there was something in the air, something that was telling you not to speak, to listen.

The time when Joon went to Korea for three years was the moment you realized that you didn't see him just as a best friend, the feelings that had been locked inside you wanted to do nothing but kiss Namjoon, make him happy, spend your days with him. You realized that your heart had left with him. Had been ripped out of your chest the moment you saw that plane take off. The moment you realized that it wasn't a vacation, that he was really staying oversees, your feelings became clear then. You loved Namjoon. You were in love with him, with everything about him.

When they were in the airport, Namjoon's mother had seen how distraught you both were. She was a spiritual woman who believed in spirits, auras, etc. She had told you both that your destinies were intertwined, starting when you both met, tied together, for all eternity. For some time Namjoon and you thought it was just a mother trying to console her child and a girl she had seen grow up.

"She was right. I can feel it. I know you can, too. I can see it in the way you look at me, the way you care for me. I can see it in your selfless actions, the way you support my dreams even though sometimes you can't see me for days. I feel it in the way I can't imagine myself with someone that isn't you. I can't imagine ever ending what we have, waking up to someone who isn't you or even sharing my bed with someone besides you. I can't see myself laughing with anyone else while they cook breakfast, I can't see myself reading my books to someone else. I can't imagine myself making love to anyone else. I can't see myself growing old with someone who isn't you, love.

But that's the thing. It's not just that I can't. I won't. I won't love anyone else as much as I love you. I won't spend the rest of my life with someone who isn't you. This decision was easy for me to make, I knew as soon as it came to my head that I was going to ask you. But I was scared. Then I noticed my fears were making me do the opposite of what I wanted to do and grow distant from you. But I'm sure now. This is what I want. What I need." He finishes. Your eyes water at the sincerity and raw emotion in his voice.

You understood everything he said because you felt the same way. When you thought of the future, Namjoon was always by your side. It didn't matter how far into the future it was- five years, ten, or twenty years- he was always there at your side, smiling with those dimples that you would never give up seeing.

"What-?" You mutter, wanting to ask him what he meant by all of this, already having a clue, already feeling the excitement and pure love surround your heart, but he cuts you off.

"Marry me, love." He continues, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little, black velvet box. "Spend the rest of your life with me."

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