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SFW Alphabet | Ryohei Arisu

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character: Ryohei Alice

Genre: fluff

Author’s Note: I’m trying to write a lot of AiB x reader content because there’s not a lot of it on tumblr and I’m sure you guys want more. The only thing is I want it to be well-written and not rushed so it’s actually enjoyable to read, so I’m so sorry if some take longer than expected! 😓 Please request something if you want to!

*This based in the real world, not in the Borderland

A - Affection

(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Alice would be rather shy with physical affection I feel

If he’s new into a relationship, he would probably ask before making any sort of physical contact with you

He respects boundaries like a true gentleman

As the relationship progresses, he would become more confident in his actions, showing his love for you more often

He wouldn’t be overly affectionate or unaffectionate, just somewhere in the middle

I think he would enjoy just quality time with you more than constantly feeling the need to touch you

B - Best Friend

(What would they be like as a best friend?)

Alice as a best friend would be so much fun

He seems like such a laid back and chill person, being open-minded and nonjudgmental

You and him would probably play video-games together all the time, being incredibly competitive and bantering the whole time

You and him would go out late at night just to go get food together and play games at a local arcade

There wouldn’t be a day when you’re not together, sticking by each others sides through thick and thin

You would probably have friendly arguments every time you are together, teasing and mocking each other in a harmless matter

As a group of four, Alice, Chota, Karube and you would be like peas in a pod

C - Cuddles

(Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Alice would adore cuddles, but would be so shy to ask for them

You would have to be the one to initiate a cuddling session, probably by sitting on his lap, taking him by surprise

He would probably rest his head on your shoulder while you were on a long train or bus ride together, eventually falling asleep next to you

If you and him were cuddling on the couch, Alice wouldn’t let you leave

“Alice. I need to pee, let me go.” “But I just got comfy!��

He’d act offended when you eventually escape the cage that is his limbs

His favourite cuddling position would be him lying on his back while you’re spread out on top of him, head resting on his chest

He likes this position because he can kiss the top of your hair and stay warm underneath your body

D - Domestic

(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

It would take a few years of dating for Alice and you to move in together

He loves the fantasy of a teen love situation where you two would sneak out together and go on late night dates

He would be afraid that when you move in together eventually, you would lose that thrill between you too

But after giving in and buying an apartment with you, he wouldn’t regret it at all

In a living situation, Alice would try to help you around the house as much as possible

You would have different chores assigned to each of you, making it fair

I feel like he wouldn’t be able to cook, like at all

Better he sticks to cleaning and laundry whilst you handle cooking meals for both of you

E - Ending

(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If you were to break it off with him, it would honestly break him

But of course, he would hate to show that it gets to him, his sadness would come out in anger

He would overthink for weeks, wondering where he went wrong

Would probably get drunk at some bars a few nights and drunk text you, saying how much he misses you

If he was to break it off with you, he would feel incredibly guilty

Even if he had wanted to do it for a while, he would feel so bad after seeing tears running down your face

He would probably cry too and would have to fight the urge to scoop you into his arms and hold you as you cry

F - Fiancé(e)

(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Wouldn’t want to rush into things, preferring to take things slow

He likes to live in the moment without worrying about the past or future

I think having someone who would want to get married quickly would scare him off

Don’t get me wrong, he would be completely committed to you, it would just take time for him to get to that point

Never has the biggest urge to get married, honestly doesn’t see it as incredibly important

He would want to get married later in his life, as long as it’s with the right person

G - Gentle

(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is such a gentlemen, no one can convince me otherwise

He would be so gentle with you, treating you like a piece of art

Wouldn’t even grab your arm or try to cheekily jump-scare you, in fear that he would accidentally hurt you

If you guys were having a heated moment, he would hesitate before placing his hands on you

You would have to tell him that it’s okay and place his hands on you yourself

Emotionally, he would try his absolute best to understand you

Although he would be a bit awkward when it comes to deep emotions, he would be so cautious in his words and actions when you’re in a emotionally vulnerable situation

So considerate and gentle, never wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way

H - Hugs

(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He would honestly give the best hugs

I think he would prefer hugs over kisses, because he loves the close feeling of having you snuggled up against him

He would always do the running hug every time he met up with you, always having the same level of excitement from seeing your face

He would also love walking down the street with your arms around each other

The small simple gesture makes him so comforted and warm inside

I - I Love You

(How fast do they say the L-word?)

Would be so shy to say it

He would probably say it when he thinks your asleep, whispering it into your ear while brushing your hair out of your face

When you open your eyes and respond, he looks like he’s seen a ghost

“What did you say Alice?” “Uh... nothing. It doesn’t matter.”

He would roll his body to face the other way, trying to fall asleep

You would lean over his shoulder and say you love him too while he’s just about to fall unconscious

He would snap awake, looking up at you in surprise with his wide eyes

You’d spend the night tucked so close to each other then, giving each other sweet kisses and shy compliments

J - Jealousy

(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I actually can see him getting jealous very easily

Like even if you hung out with one of your male best friends, Alice would ask everything about the guy

It would come from a good place though, he would be scared of you finding someone better than him

When he gets jealous, he would become really quiet and passive aggressive

Would never admit that he’s jealous, no matter how hard you try to get him to confess

But it would be pretty easy to tell, even your friends would notice

If you were out together with Karube and Chota, Alice would feel a bit upset if you spent most of the time talking to one of them instead of him

When this happens, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist and press you to his side, just to remind you he’s there as well

K- Kisses

(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He would have random clingy moments where he would beg you for endless kisses

He would purse his lips and close his eyes playfully waiting for you kiss him

It would always make him blush, no matter how long you’ve been together

His favourite place to kiss you would be your nose

He loves the way your face scrunches up when he does it, always making him fall just a little bit more in love

His favourite place to be kissed would simply be his lips

He loves the intimacy of it and would love it when you surprise him with a sudden kiss to his lips

L - Little Ones

(How are they around children?)

Would actually really like kids

I feel like he would like babies more than toddlers though

He would find them so adorable, but the thought of babysitting or having a kid of his own makes him nervous

He would like them, but wouldn’t be able to look after them well

If you two had to babysit for a family member, I think he’d really enjoy watching you interacting with the kid

If in the future you two had children of your own, he would want to wait quite a while, probably until after marriage if you planned to get married

M - Morning

(How are mornings spent with them?)

You both would always wake up late, no matter the day

Would probably be from playing video-games together all night or just staying awake for hours and talking / cuddling

If he woke up before you, he would tuck you under the covers again if they fell during the night and leave the room, wanting to leave you sleeping peacefully

But some mornings if he wants you to wake up with him, he would lay his entire body across you and whine for you to wake up

“Y/N... babyyy-” “What?” “Wake up, I’m bored.” “No.” “pLeAsE!”

He would be impossible to wake up though

You could throw stuff at him, yell in his ears, jump on top of him, but he would not open his eyes

It’s like as if someone knocked him out

You would have to resort to dragging him off the bed by his legs

N - Night

(How are nights spent with them?)

You would always go to sleep late, there was never a night where you would go to sleep before 12:00am

Even if you fell asleep, Alice would wake you up again because he would want to spend more time with you

You would talk and play video-games together until you either passed out on the bed on top of each other

If you fell asleep on the couch, Alice and you would be complaining the whole day tomorrow about your back pains

Sometimes, but very rarely, you would have deep conversations, then afterwards fall asleep with your limbs wrapped around each other tightly

O - Open

(When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

It would take time for him to open up

I feel like with Alice you’d have to earn his trust, he doesn’t just give it out for free

He would rarely talk about his feelings on a deep level

Even after years of being together, he’d still be a bit reserved

It wouldn’t be personal, I just think Alice would prefer to keep his strong emotions inside

Although, if something really got to him, he would probably break his walls a bit

He would hold things inside until they got too hard to handle

He’d have a big cry with you comforting him, then be fine again

It would mean the world to him if you sat and listened to him for hours and valued his emotions

P - Patience

(How easily angered are they?)

Honestly, quite easily

Depends really what it’s about

Fights between you too wouldn’t happen often, but he would get in bad moods a few times a week

He gets quite frustrated with minor things though, like if his phone or computer wasn’t working properly

He’d get over it really quick though

If he was to become mad at you, he would tell you straight up why he’s upset

He would despise it if you walked away and didn’t face the issue

When he’s really upset, he may say things that he doesn’t really mean in the heat of the moment

But he would always apologize after he’s calmed down, giving hugs and kisses for the rest of the day endlessly

Q - Quizzes

(How much would they remember about their partner?)

I feel like he’d actually be kind of bad at this

He would keep a few common things memorized, like your favourite movie or place

But sometimes he would forget minor things

He would feel awful about it though

It’s not that he doesn’t care enough, he just has a bad memory

After a while, he would begin to keep notes in his phone about things you like so he has ideas for birthday presents and anniversary gifts

Always has the best intentions, he’s just a little slow

R - Remember

(What is their favourite moment in their relationship?)

His most favourite moment would be a date you guys went on together during the first few months of dating

He had come over to your house and invited you to go for a walk with him around town

After buying late night takeaway snacks at a restaurant, he brought you to a quiet building and climbed the stairs all the way to the top

You two sat there for hours, eating your food and laughing until you couldn’t breath while looking out over the city’s fluorescent lights

He loved this night with you especially, because he thinks you looked gorgeous with the city lights dancing across your skin

I think this was the night he realized that he was in love with you, watching you smile and laugh with hearts in his eyes

S - Security

(How protective are they of their partner? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?)

Would try to hide it, but he would secretly be so cautious about your safety

He’s knows that he’s not the strongest or fittest person, but he still tries his best to make you feel safe

When you’re out in public at night, he always has his arm around your shoulder or your waist, just to make sure you stay close to him

If someone you didn’t know approached you and was acting a little too friendly, Alice would glare at them over your shoulder and distract you

If someone was to say something rude or offensive towards you, oh no

Alice would go OFF

He would swear and yell at them before you even get the chance to defend yourself

There would be times where you would have to physically drag him away because you were afraid he would throw a punch

T - Try

(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Would try his best for special events

He’d be very bad at keeping secrets or surprises, you would most of the time find out what he has planned

But you wouldn’t tell him that you know so you don’t upset him when he gets really excited about surprising you

He would do the usual on your anniversary, flowers and chocolates with a cute date planned

He would love buying you cute little gadgets and books that he’s read that he think you would like

He would prefer simple, movie dates most of the time, but maybe once every two months you would go out for a cliché romantic dinner

U - Ugly

(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Definitely his gaming

Sometimes he would play it for hours on end, not giving you much attention

I mean most the time you would join him or watch him play, but after a while it would get a little old

The only way to distract him enough to get him off the game is to sit on his lap facing him and kiss his neck

He would freeze up and drop the game immediately

“Okay fine! I’ll give you attention!”

V - Vanity

(How concerned are they with their looks?)

Wouldn’t be his priority

Obviously because of his overgrown hair, he doesn’t care hugely for his looks

I mean if you guys were going out together, he would put in his best effort to look decent for you

But if it’s just a day at home, he wouldn’t give less of a toss what he looks like

He doesn’t get insecure about himself often, he knows you love him no matter what he looks like

W - Whole

(Would they feel incomplete without their partner?)

He would value his partner over most things in his life

I mean, I do see him as a independent personality, so if he dated someone who was super clingy, I think he would find them irritating

He loves you so much, but he does need his time alone

He doesn’t think you constantly need to be all over someone and always be beside them to love them with your whole heart

So, he would love you more than anything, but he wouldn’t feel the need to depend on you for everything

X - Xtra

(A random headcanon for them)

He would love if you were best friends with Karube and Chota

Seeing his most favourite people in the world all get along would make him so happy

I think it would bring him a sense of security if you’re close to them as well, because he can trust them to take care of you if you need it when he’s not there

They would tease you and Alice all the time just to mess with you

Chota would love to have intelligent conversations with you like the lil’ nerd he is

And Karube would love to drink and banter with you

They would honestly be such a fun group of friends to hang out with

You would never be bored with them

Y - Yuck

(What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I mentioned before briefly, but he would hate a really clingy and possessive partner

He is independent and an introvert, so he would like his time alone with no one else every now and then

Having a partner that constantly has to be touching him or talking to him would be so annoying

He finds it really obnoxious, so he would prefer someone with a personality that is logical, reasonable and holds good morals

Z - Zzz

(What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He definitely snores

Not incredibly loud, but little snorts would leave him every now and then during the night

Sometimes if he does it for a while, you would nudge him with your leg to wake him up

Of course, he denies it, not believing that he snores

It’s not until you record his snores on your phone would he realize it

“There’s no way. That’s so embarrassing oh my god.”

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Word Count: 2,485ish

Summary: The hospital keeps monitoring Y/N and Morgan. (Refer to this post on why there’s two chapters today.)

The doctor requested that Morgan be held at least twice a day, cause it seemed to be working. Tony was the only one to have held Morgan so far, but everyone understood. Slowly, three weeks passed by. Morgan was doing better, the wires and tubes slowly not needed anymore. Y/N was a different story on the other hand, and that is why the doctor called Tony into her room to talk alone. Tony was sitting at Y/N’s bedside, holding her hand, as the doctor stood at the edge of the bed.

“After have no apparent decline the last few weeks, I was hopefully that maybe we could prepare to wake Y/N,” the doctor started. “That is why I ordered multiple scans yesterday. I got all the results back this morning.”

“And?” Tony breathed out, extremely nervous. He met Rhodey’s gaze through the blinds before focusing back on the doctor.

“And there has been no decline, but there also has been no improvement. After consulting with multiple people, I have decided to keep Y/N sedated for another 3 weeks. Once those three weeks are over, we will wake her, no matter what, and then see what we are dealing with.”

“How bad is this, doc? Really?”

“Unfortunately this is one of the worst cases I’ve seen. But I have hope. Y/N is strong and has been known to miraculously pull through before. I believe that if anyone can get through this it’s her.”

~~~

“I-I don’t know, Nat,” Steve shook his head. “What if Tony comes in and gets mad? I don’t want to upset him anymore than I have.”

“Just hold her,” Nat urged. “It’s time for her kangaroo care and Tony isn’t here yet. That can only mean… just hold her. She’s your niece.”

Steve looked at Morgan in the incubator before sighing. “Fine. But do I have to take my shirt off?”

“Yes,” both Nat and the female nurse replied quickly. With a huff, Steve pulled off his shirt.

“Now, sit in the rocker and I will bring the baby over,” the nurse ordered.

Steve nodded as he sat down. He watched, dutifully, as the nurse picked up Morgan and made her way to him. Nervously, he held out his large hands and let the nurse set Morgan in them. Steve listened intently as the nurse instructed him on the do’s and don’ts and helped get Morgan settled against his chest. He was so mesmerized by little Morgan that he didn’t noticed Natasha taking pictures. He gave his niece a little smile as he rocked her. Rhodey walked in not too long later.

“They’re keeping Y/N sedated for 3 more weeks,” he told them. “She’s hasn’t made any progress, good or bad. They’re going to wake her no matter what, to see what we’re dealing with.”

“How’s Tony taking it?” Natasha asked.

Rhodey shook his head. “Not well. He’s in there right now begging her, and I think God, to make some positive progress, to push through.”

“If she doesn’t… what is this going to do to him?”

“That’s not an option. She has to push through. She has too.”

“Your ma’s going to fight for you, Mo, I know it,” they heard Steve whisper. They turned and watched him. “She’s a fighter, and she would never leave you without putting up one… I was told you enjoy your pa singing to ya. You mind if I try? There’s this song, your ma used to love and constantly sing. I want to give it a try. So bare with me, okay? Okay…”

“Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high,” Steve began to softly sing, fully focused on the babe in his arms. “There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true… Someday I’ll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops. Away above the chimney tops, that’s where you’ll find me… Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why I can’t I? If happy little blue birds fly beyond the rainbow, why, on why can’t I?”

Steve pressed a kiss to Morgan’s head. “You keep fightin’,” he whispered to her. “And your ma will too.”

~~~

“Tony,” Pepper called as she lightly knocked on Y/N’s open door. “I brought you some food.”

“I’m not hungry,” Tony muttered, focused on Y/N’s face.

“You need to eat something.” Pepper slowly came into the room more.

“What I need is for Y/N to wake up… this is killing me.”

“I know, Tony. But there’s nothing you can do but take care of yourself. If you don’t, how are you going to be able to take care of Y/N when she wakes or take care of Morgan.” Tony sighed, and held his hand out. Pepper quickly handed him the bag of food. “Rhodey told us what the doctor said… I’m so sorry Tony.”

“How’s Morgan today? I know I missed her kangaroo care time.”

“She’s doing well. Natasha got Steve to cover for you.” Tony nodded, taking a bite of his food. “I know that you both have a rocky relationship, but I know Y/N would appreciate you both for trying to work together.”

“She’d get the biggest kick out of seeing us without our shirts on, holding Morgan.”

“She would,” Pepper nodded. “It’s a good thing Natasha’s been taking pictures of it all.”

“Yeah… it just sucks that Y/N’s not here to see it herself…” Pepper put a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “I just want to see her smile and hold Morgan, even if it’s just once… she deserves it especially since—since she never got that with AJ.”

“She’ll get it, Tony… she’ll be able to hold Morgan… she has to.”

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The next three weeks went by extremely slow. But while Y/N was making no progress, Morgan was doing well. Before they knew it, they didn’t have to do kangaroo care with her anymore, which honestly made both Tony and Steve sad. They enjoyed that time bonding with her. Finally, all the wires and tubes were taken off Morgan and she was sleeping in a normal newborn baby bed. She was still in the NICU, being closely monitored, but could be held and visited more.

Tony was impressing everyone with how quick he was catching on with taking care of a baby. He was currently trying to calm Morgan down. She was wailing in his arms and he couldn’t figure out how to get her calm.

“I know, I know,” he said, gently bouncing her up and down. “You want your momma. I want her too… just please stop crying. Please.” She continued to wail, so he changed her position in his arms. “Come on, hun. Do you want me to start singing? I can do that.”

“Um… oh Morgan, when you smile I am undone, my sun,” Tony began singing, chaining the lyrics. “Like at my sun, pride is not the word I’m looking for. There is so much more inside me now. Oh Morgan, you outshine the morning sun, my sun. When you smile, I fall apart and I thought I was so smart… My father wasn’t around, my father wasn’t around. I swear that I’ll be around for you. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll make a million mistakes. I’ll make the world safe and sound for you. Will com—“

“Tony!” Steve exclaimed, rushing in with Natasha. “They’re waking Y/N right now.”

“What?”

“They’re waking her right now!”

“Here,” Natasha opened her arms, “I’ll take Morgan. You two should be by her side when she wakes.”

“Okay,” Tony nodded. He looked down at Morgan. “I’m going to go check on your momma now, alright?” He gave her a little kiss. “I love you so much, and I’ll see you soon.” He carefully handed her to Nat, looking worried.

“Don’t worry,” Nat gave him a small smile. “I’ll take care of her.”

Tony nodded and gave Morgan on last kiss before running off with Steve. When they reached Y/N’s room, they weren’t allowed to enter. Standing in front of the window, they could see several doctors and nurses jotting notes down and checking up on Y/N.

“She’s going to be okay,” Steve whispered, mainly to herself. “She’s going to be okay.”

Tony moved up closer to the window when he noticed Y/N’s eyes blinking open. Her eyes found his before the doctor caught her attention. The breathing tube was still in her mouth, but Tony couldn’t help but let out a whimper of relief when he saw Y/N nod in answer of the doctor’s question. With tears forming in both of their eyes, Tony and Y/N made eye contact again.

“I’m right here, honey,” Tony comforted through the window, pressing a hand up against it. “I’m right here.” He could see her hand trying to rest on her stomach, eyes afraid. “She’s okay, Y/N. Our daughter’s okay. Morgan’s beautiful.”

~~~

Tony and Steve were told to wait with Morgan or in the waiting room as the doctors ran tests on Y/N. They were both so nervous, but were relieved at the response they had witnessed from Y/N already. They were both in with Morgan, pacing around a small, private room as she slept in a crib.

“She recognized me,” Tony mumbled, trying not to get too excited. “She recognized me.”

“That means she’s going to be okay, Tony,” Steve replied. “It has to.”

“Yeah… Yeah… you’re right…. I really want to see her.”

“Good,” the doctor came in with a smile, “cause she wants to see you too.”

“How is she doing?”

“She’s going to be fighting migraines and light sensitivity for a while, maybe forever. She’s also going to be tired for a while. Again, whether that fatigue be something she’ll be fightings for a little while or life, only time will tell. Her memory and speech is better than we’d hoped. The plan is to keep her in the hospital for at least two more weeks for safety measures. But, Tony, this is the best outcome we could have hoped for.”

“Thank you so much, doc,” Tony shook the doctor’s hand.

“Only doing by job. Now, go see your fiancé.”

Tony looked back at Morgan. “What about—“

“I’ve got her,” Steve said. “Go see Y/N. I’ll follow soon with Mo.”

Tony gave Steve a grateful smile before hurrying to Y/N’s room. When he arrived, the blinds were barely open and he could tell the only light in the room was a lamp. Trying to contain his excitement, Tony took a breath before walking in. Y/N’s head moved slowly to face the door, eyes barely open. A small smile came over her face.

“Hi,” she rasped.

Tony choked on a happy sob. She lifted her hand slightly, waving him over. He fell into the chair at her bedside, grabbing onto her hand and bringing it to his lips.

“You know…” Y/N paused to swallow. “I was hoping for a kiss on the lips. But I guess my hand appreciates it as well.”

“I’m sorry, I just…” Tony’s eyes were bursting with tears. “I’m so happy that you’re okay. I was so worried.” He stood up slightly and kissed her soft and long. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/N kissed Tony again before gasping and pushing Tony away.

“What? What is it, hun?”

“Morgan… where’s Morgan?”

“She’s right here,” Steve interrupted, pushing Morgan’s bed into the room.

“Oh.” Y/N held her hand to her mouth as Steve brought her closer. “She’s gorgeous.”

Tony sat on the bed and put an arm around Y/N then gave her head a kiss. “Just like her momma,” he whispered.

“Do you want to hold her?” Steve asked.

“Can I?” Y/N wondered.

“Of course. I’ll hand her to ya.” Steve gently picked Morgan up, who immediately started fusing. “Sshh, sshh. You’re okay.” He moved to the bedside. “Okay, hold out your arms and I’ll set her down.”

Y/N nodded and held out her arms. Ever careful, Steve set Morgan down in his sister’s arms. Y/N swore that her heart could have stopped. She was holding her child. She couldn’t help the tears that slipped down her cheeks.

“She’s perfect,” Y/N whispered. “Absolutely perfect.” Morgan cooed. “Hello, Morgan. I’m your mom… I’m sorry that I’ve been away, but I promise that will never happen again. I will never leave you again…” Morgan began fussing. “Oh, no. Please don’t fuss.”

“Steve and I have been singing songs to calm her down,” Tony told her. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

“I-I don’t know—“

“Just try.”

Y/N took a deep breath before softly starting to sing. “A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you’re fast asleep. In dreams you will lose your heartaches. Whatever you wish for, you keep. Have faith in your dreams, and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.”

“You’re my dream,” Y/N whispered. “My little princess.”

Steve snapped a few pictures as Y/N sung. Tony was still keeping Y/N at his side, looking over her shoulder to see Morgan. A peaceful silence fell over them.

“Thank you,” Tony whispered.

This caused Y/N to look up at him with furrowed brows. “What for?” She wondered.

“For coming back to us.”

“Always.” Y/N gave Tony a kiss before looking back down at Morgan. “I couldn’t leave—“

Y/N suddenly stopped talking. Her eyes rolling back and she began seizing. Steve swiftly grabbed Morgan from Y/N’s limp arms as Tony rolled Y/N onto her side.

“We need some help in here!” Steve shouted.

As Y/N continued to seize, foaming at the mouth, nurses and doctors rushed in.

“What’s happening?” Tony asked.

“Tony, you and Steve take Morgan and get out of here,” the doctor ordered. “Now!”

“Come on guys,” Rhodey urged, him and Natasha having rushed to the room with the doctor.

“I can’t leave her,” Tony stated. Rhodey grabbed Tony’s arm trying to yank him out of there. “No!” Tony pulled away.

“Tony. Let them do their jobs.” Rhodey tried again.

“No!” Tony weakly tried to pull away again, yet he failed. “Please, Y/N!”

A nurse shut the door once they were out and shut the blinds. Morgan cried in Steve’s arms as Tony collapsed onto his knees on the floor. He looked up at the ceiling.

“Just one break, damn it!” He yelled. “I just want one break!”

next chapter >

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becausethathappens · 3 years

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Will you please write a super angsty fic where Link is freaking out because he thinks the wedding vows he has written aren't good enough and Rhett helps him go over them and make corrections and says they're perfect but also, just says the vows he would say for Link if it was them like it should've been because he's heartbroken and Link can tell but their hands are tied and they don't know what to do so they soldier on without saying a word, but wordlessly communicating lifelong love and misery and everything, maybe comfort as well?

i'm really really sad and i can't shake it off and i really want some good angst and hurt/comfort and i really love you, maura, you're awesome

I don't do unhappy endings, anon. I'm confident you don't either. In fiction or otherwise. So, pardon this if it’s not what you expected.

Please enjoy? This was done a little hastily to share it with you (and I should be writing other things per usual) but I've had a rough week and I want to hopefully make someone smile. (I have way angstier stuff in the drafts and I will be sure to get those out eventually, too.) You’ll feel better soon. 🤞 Thank you! 💞

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now or forever

4k - Rhett writes Link vows.

If you were my boy, Blue

I’d bathe you in honeys (sp?)

I’d sing write you a love song

I’d shoot you a star**

If you were my boy, Blue

There ain’t nothing in this life I wouldn’t give

From my heart, to my toes, to my fingers, my nose (**)

Whatever it takes just to watch you live

continue to ‘ ’ grow with you like a vine ‘round a rose

If you were my boy, Bue

I wouldn’t want you all for myself

There’s no star bright enough to match your lightin’

In sickness, blue, so certainly while we have health

Hand in hand, no longer fightin’

What’s destiny (**)

You and & me

If you were my boy, Blue

I'd marry you

Thank God for Rhett. Giving him, delivering him, blessing him with Rhett.

Link is in the middle of a spiral (what he’ll later recognize as a panic attack) when Rhett arrives, the eve of his wedding. Bailing him out of this with pen, paper, and a smile.

Link has always been good at improv.

Though Rhett tended to find the words to start. These were his own vows and Link has been putting time to sit and start them off for weeks. Now that he has to, he’s dumbfounded, despite being deeply in love.

Amidst all the planning and chaos, writing his vows was such a given that Link left it as priority sixty-seven on a list of many more.

Unfortunately, even as busy as they’ve been, that list was shredded with the “who gifted what” tracking sheet (both literally, accidentally, and figuratively) back around the bridal shower and it’s been anarchy ever since.

So he thanks God for Rhett, who’s here, to stop another needless disaster from happening.

That same generous God, however, watches him plagued with thoughts of utter devotion at Rhett’s willingness to drop everything on a weeknight and rush over to help Link find his words.

His lyrics, really, is what Link has in mind. Since they used to write songs together and this felt much the same. He’s been floundering all night and now that Rhett’s here, he knows he’ll at least get what he needs done. Even if it’s not all he wants, right now.

That same God seeks judgment on his every decision or flinch against His will, for any reason, to spite him.

For this reason.

He wants to smush Rhett’s face and kiss him. Deeply. He doesn’t.

Even if there were sometime in the past that he could get away with a platonic smooch, now he can’t. He simply could not prevent that from escalating.

So, he merely tightens his grip on the wrinkled scrap paper in his hand and scrunches his eyes.

“Why can’t it be you up there…” Link bemoans, loudly, in his frustration.

Rhett’s eyes widen, in horror, and Link slams his other hand at his mouth, rolling his eyes. “Not like - I mean - why can’t you go say my lines for me. You’re so much better at this kinda thing.”

“Let me read what you’ve got,” Rhett says.

After some review, Rhett sighs, not unkindly and sits down next to Link. “Let’s just talk through what you’re trying to say because, yeah, this reads like liturgy.”

“Ain’t is supposed to? It’s in a chapel!”

“What do you like about her?” Rhett asks, ignoring his nitpicking. “Christy?” Rhett stares at him, waiting, too upset for Link to chastise but clearly wanting to.

“She’s patient,” Link says, reminded by the similar. Rhett folds over the book to an open page and clicks the pen in his hand, writing that down. “A-And she’s kind. Like considerate, ‘specially with babies and little animals. Sh-She does this thing where she immediately drops to their eye-level to make sure they don’t feel unheard or seen. Probably ‘cause she’s always been so tall…”

Rhett’s still writing.

“Then when I’m sick, she forces me to rest. You know I hate that,” Link says, voice rising a little, at the memory. “But you know I need that. You won’t be the last to make me stop and smell the roses or take a break, once in a while.”

“Her hair, write, her hair - the way it looks in the sunshine. Like warm caramel with flecks of gold. She’s a vision, an angel. Especially when she’s wearing all white, like,” Link says, pausing to point to Rhett’s undershirt and pale grey sweats. “Makes blondes look ethereal-like, always has.”

“Oh, and her voice. Sometimes, the way her accent catches, well, you know she don’t like to sing like us, never has, but when she says certain things, asks a question the right way - it’s music. The way it harmonizes with my answer, reminds me of singing, reminds me of us.”

Rhett keeps writing, quiet, and focused.

After a short time, Link can’t stop and wants to crane over to see what he’s come up with. Rhett hands it over after crossing a final “t” somewhere on the page.

“Those’re good, Link, but I think you need to keep closer to what I wrote, leave out the stuff about me.”

“Stuff about you?” Link asks, having spoken in a stream-of-conscious style, Link forgets most of what he even said

Rhett looks away, shakes his head.

Distracted by the desire to read the rest, Link abandons the lingering questions he has about Rhett’s suggestion and response.

“These are great, man, thanks,” Links says, pushing a soft hand into Rhett’s side.

His eyes scan to the bottom where Rhett’s added a few lines about the journey, the marriage, all the ceremonial aspects of the day for him to close with, but then something more.

Something about him.

Rhett catches him catch it and looks further away. “I know Christy pretty well, too, y’know. Y’all are just alike, in that way. She might need some back-up vows, to have and hold.”

Link reads them.

“You know, just in case.”

Link looks up and tries to laugh.

He doesn’t laugh.

He goes back to reading them.

Rhett shifts uncomfortably, touches the back of his neck, and shuts his eyes.

“Rhett, these ’re…”

“I know, bo, you can forget ‘em,” Rhett excuses, still not meeting Link’s gaze. “You want me to… I can rewrite the others on a different - I can turn the page and write ‘em there so you can just…”

“Hey, hey,” Link interrupts him, mad at Rhett putting down his best friend, and eager to explain his actual thoughts. “Rhett, these are perfect. These are… I’m sad I can’t say anything as nice in return to you.”

Rhett finally looks up to acknowledge that and their gaze heats and lingers.

“Not that I…” Link stutters to clarify. “Y-You’d have to be a - if that’s something that was gonna - you know - if that was gonna work…”

His mind does it’s usual jump to a visual for the worst case scenario depicting the implication he stumbled across. Him out eight grand on the wedding. Not to mention a wife, a family, a future, a faith -

a friend -

Link gulps, pushing that back away, pushing them both forward, in his estimation.

It’s too much to bear to think about for another second. When he glances at Rhett, he can’t get a read on his face what he thinks about it, and that’s scary enough for him to want to abandon the concept altogether.

“Christy’s gonna love them.”

It’s enough, saying his fiancée's name, to ground him again. Enough to make it okay for him to grab Rhett’s palm and squeeze it in thanks, between them.

Rhett’s made his choice to give up on film school.

Link’s made his choice to give up on whatever schoolboy obsession he has with monopolizing all of Rhett’s days and nights.

He’ll stick to the days or every other weekend, however they can still fit time together, is fine by him. This ceremony, tomorrow, feels as much about his graduation from friend to husband, and all that that entails.

They’re adults.

They both know there’s a lot of sacrifices to be made and this feels like the first time he’s really acknowledging how hard they’re going to be to make. He hopes they’ll still see each other.

He hopes their kids will get along.

He has a lot of hopes.

All of them involve Rhett.

There’s a lot he should write down for when Rhett finds his own bride to wed.

Link notices, suddenly, that Rhett is crying. The same part of him that's nearly broken the headwind of these conflicting emotions turns back to comfort him.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Link soothes, realizing he’s also still holding Rhett’s hand.

“‘M sorry,” Rhett intones, the words bubble up and out of him simultaneously, sounding like water draining in a filled sink. “And the night before your wedding, good Heavens.”

“Hey, I’ve been crying all week,” Link says, waving a hand at the stress that planning a wedding has kept put on him. “Nothing I haven’t seen in the mirror.”

Rhett laughs, rubbing a thumb over his own thigh in a way that brushes upwards against the place Link’s clasping his hand. Link nearly pulls his hand back, thinking Rhett’s trying to get him to sense his want for space, but when he meets his eye it’s clear he’d like nothing less.

“I think I’m just -” Rhett starts to say, trailing off. The light from the lamp on the far coffee table is the only thing on in the room. Link drops his gaze a few inches to try and see more of Rhett’s downturned eyes as he hems and haws. He squeezes their hands together, again, this time clasping it more firmly, still pressing Rhett’s large palm down from above. “I think I’m just a li’l jealous, is all.”

It’s the quietest admission he’s heard from Rhett since he told him he failed their chemistry mid-term in eleventh grade.

Link is also so lost at the innocence of the admission that he can only think of follow-up questions. “Of me?”

Rhett looks at him for a long, long minute and finally, when Link’s gaze remains confused for the whole length of the pause, he shakes his head, no.

Then he waits.

He waits for Link to realize what he means.

But he’s still waiting when Link, oblivious, moves onward trying to comfort Rhett, instead of understanding him fully.

The tension in the room is palpable as Link talks, but only to Rhett, it seems. Only Rhett pictures air bags being deployed in a car safety video as metal hits cinder block. Only Rhett moves his hand, though it’s all it takes to dislodge them from each other completely.

“I know you’re gonna make an amazing husband some day.” Link is saying.

Rhett’s hand aches where cool air now surrounds it.

“I know your wife is gonna get to hear you say such wonderful things about her.”

Rhett wipes his hand of the misunderstanding on the cotton of his pants.

“I know she’s gonna say the same kind of things about you, when it’s your turn up there.”

Rhett mourns the idea that this would ever be requited.

“I know she’s gonna love you, just as much as I do, so she’ll have plenty to say.”

Rhett looks away, wiping the last of his tears from his eyes.

“I’ll make sure she has plenty of ideas where to start.”

Rhett pats Link’s leg, in camaraderie, and nods.

And that’s it. They shoot the shit, they make a plan to meet up at a donut place for the groomsmen’s breakfast to thank them for their help, before the ceremony, and they’ll talk things through if Link’s feeling jittery still. Then Rhett’s gone.

It’s not until the next day at eleven on the dot (everyone has an agenda to follow and every moment is accounted for) that Link understands Rhett’s pain.

His mother straightens his tie and flattens the edges of his suit. “You’ll wanna know I heard Christy looks like an angel in her dress, from the girls upstairs.”

“Those actual angels you been talkin’ to, Sue?” Rhett jokes, where he’s twisting his cummerbund around every so often, bored.

“Very funny, honey,” Sue ribs back. “From the cousins, Beth and Hailee Sue. Remember they’re friends with the hairstylist you got to do the curls for Christy’s hair, today? She was over last night getting Christy ready for bed with how to wash and dry it a special kind of way. They were there, too.”

Link starts to tune her out, since there’s a lot on his mind, but then she says more.

“She says the hairstylist was talking about how jealous she was of Christy, all night, getting to marry you,” Sue relays.

“Oh, mama, please,” Link dismisses. The compliments he’s been getting have felt faker than the toupee on his uncle Bruce. That girl has never even met him. “I’m the only person here people should be jealous of, who would be jealous of Christy,” he says, trailing off, muttering his reasoning as he did. “Marrying a trainwreck like me.”

Link looks up in the mirror where some of his friends continue to mingle in various states of undress. Rhett is already dressed, however, and staring straight at Link like he’s been caught with a hand in a cookie jar.

Link’s about to ask what’s wrong when he remembers his words. Then looks again over the planes of Rhett’s face.

Last night’s words slam back into his mind and Link’s mouth drops open.

The church organ belts out an opening flurry of notes before Canon in D begins playing loudly through the sound system built into the rafters above them. Link looks up to see one of the church staff at the door instructing them to join the bridal party to line-up.

Link’s mom dashes off to where she’s paired with her nephew, Link’s favorite cousin, to be escorted down the aisle.

Rhett sees Link’s face rushing through a wash of emotions from a distance, he nods to the staffer in silent understanding that he’ll handle it, and then they’re alone.

He walks up to Link and takes his hand. He squeezes it.

“Hey, you gotta go. We gotta go. It’s showtime,” Rhett insists.

Link looks around like a bomb went off, since in some ways it did, and he doesn’t know what to do.

Rhett seems to pick up on that. He squeezes Link’s hand again.

“I’ll get over it, Link, it’s okay,” Rhett whispers, on the verge of desperation.

That confirmation is enough to fully shatter Link.

Only for a moment.

The music continues and Rhett keeps his hand hold.

They are adults. They are in love. They have to marry.

None of these things can be helped.

“I’m gonna be so jealous of Her, too,” Link whispers back. He squeezes Rhett’s hand one last time, as they part.

They leave.

They walk straight.

They part again.

Until later.

They move houses and cities and states.

They move mountains, inside and out.

They move together.

Much later.

They join again.

They run crooked.

They return.

To one another.

Link has spent years worrying a ring that means too much to too few people.

In the beginning, when he cries himself to sleep at what he thinks has been the mistake of a lifetime, it’s His talisman. It reminds him of the expectations upon this life he’s made.

As the years pass, however, the adherence to the bogeymen of their childhood’s rules wears thin. It starts to strictly represent love and patience.

Sacrifice.

It begins to feel like a burden. A representation of what’s been lost, not what’s been found.

He contemplates taking it off, but believes that to be a betrayal of all that it stands for to the people he stands for.

Then, one day, (surely mid-spin) he hears Rhett tell a story about wanting to change his ring.

He watches the silver twirl as Rhett explains.

He believes he was rushed into a certain type of marriage and a certain type of life by a certain type of person.

It’s a life that he’s grown to love but the ring represents a union forced by custom and not one that’s grown through devotion.

His ring reminds him of that too often to be good for him.

Link twists his again at the admission.

So, Rhett’s thinking about replacing the ring.

Link returns home that night in a stupor. He’s sure he said one too many things to Rhett to emphasize how wild it felt to hear him talk about changing rings.

Any memories of that day, their wedding, bring up a rush of emotions that he’s never been good at sorting through.

Today’s admission makes him feel the same spur to make use of idle, betrothed hands he feels when he cleans the fridge.

He wants to clean the slate.

He finds an old DVD copy of their wedding ceremony that he paid to have converted from miniDV some years ago. Now he struggles to find a place to watch that DVD. How quickly time has flown by.

Eventually, he ends up in his son’s room - no one’s home for the remainder of the night but he and Christy - now, he’s sitting on a bean bag, squinting at the game console’s controller trying to get the joysticks to move to “play” on screen.

The ceremony bursts to life and, like it was yesterday, Link’s nerves fizzle awake.

About halfway through the video, Christy finds him like that and sits down next to him in a thwump absorbed mostly by the stuffing of the chair.

They watch themselves smile happily at each other and Christy takes his hand.

“Should I be happy or scared to find you alone watching this on a Saturday night?” she asks, wryly, squeezing his palm.

Link doesn’t know what to say. He’s caught up in Rhett’s bygone script being spoken on screen. Words about Christy and about Link that were not their own, declared loudly in front of the congregation.

“I don’t know,” Link admits, shrugging. He doesn’t. He squeezes her hand back.

“You wanna tell me what’s eating you?”

Link hesitates, but relents. He wants that clean slate, after all. “Rhett’s getting his wedding ring replaced.”

“Replaced?” Christy asks, balking.

“Replaced, yeah,” Link responds, sure he didn’t misspeak.

“With what?” she asks.

“Oh, some new one. Fancy thing, very cool, made of trees or something. Honestly he wears the other one, the slick black one more than his wedding band half the time. He says it feels like the old one? It’s the kind of ring you get in a bauble at a vending machine crank. So, he wants a new one.”

“Jeesh,” Christy says, making a face at the screen. The camera catches Rhett stealing glances at the couple, then at the crowd, beaming at all with unbridled pride.

“Wouldn’t you be mad if I did that?” Link inquires, still baffled at the idea.

“Well, no, but don’t you love your ring? Heirloom and all that,” she says.

Link cringes. “Yeah, yeah. Honestly, I do.”

“So?”

“So, I still kind of want to and I’m not sure what that means.”

They watch the screen together.

“Do you wanna stay married?” she asks, in a small voice.

“Yes,” he breathes out.

There’s a long pause.

“To me?” she asks, her voice even smaller.

“Yes,” he breathes in.

She squeezes his hand, her confidence built back up. She begs him to join her.

“And him?” Christy whispers.

They both look the screen, the lens centered on the two of them, but their gaze is mutually torn to where Rhett stands wiping a tear from his eye at Christy reciting the last of the vows that he wrote her. Wrote him. Wrote them both.

She squeezes his hand again.

“Yes,” he breathes out.

She leans her head on his shoulder.

“You should probably get another ring, then,” she jests. “We shouldn’t have to share everything.”

The slate is clean.

There’s a lot he wants to say to Rhett about it, but just as before, he’s relied on Rhett to give him the right words to say. So, instead of words, he starts wearing Rhett’s ring.

Then, a new one, when he realizes he can match him separate from the other, all told. Have something of Rhett’s, all to himself.

In his unspoken push towards something more, their hands now match along with their steps, as they walk forward.

On the last week in July, they get ice cream at the fifth place that month to mistake them for husbands, but the first one he hears Link crow an affirmative in response.

Rhett waits for him while he triple-tips the cashier (for the guess) and pays for their cones.

“Bad joke,” Rhett says, softly, but firm.

“Who’s kidding?” Link parries back, a smirk dancing it’s way across his lips.

Rhett watches him with a wistful look of disbelief.

“Link, we’re married,” Rhett warns him.

Link shrugs. “I know. I’m just waiting for you to figure that out and minding my ice cream here, all right?”

He’s got a mouthful of vanilla bean and extra cookie crumble, the next second, so his vow ends there.

Later, at home, Rhett startles Jessie awake when he fully realizes Link’s words.

He shakes her awake. He shakes them both awake.

“I’m in love with Link,” he says, like it’s a confession.

She kisses him because so is she. So are most people.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

Rhett repeats himself.

So does she.

They stare at each other under the cover of silk and moonlight.

“We’re married,” Rhett whispers, touching his hand to hers. Their rings clink, new and shiny.

“Yeah, and so are we,” she whispers back.

They fall asleep smiling.

The next day, Rhett sneaks up behind Link while he’s working and causes him to spill his cup of coffee. He gets the stink eye for only a minute because it’s the same length of time he can stand Link’s grumpy mug before he has to swoop down and kiss him on the lips.

“You figured it out,” Link says, grinning.

“I did,” Rhett chirps as he kisses Link more.

They take a car to their house. It’s filled with their love and the history of it; before, during, and after.

“What’s this?” Link asks, dazed in their post-sex glow, naked and alive.

He spots an old chord book of theirs from last time they wrote music.

“Oh,” Rhett says, bashful. “I came looking for you here this morning, hoping you slept over again, but, uh,” Rhett stalls, looks away and tries to take the songbook from Link’s hand. Link pulls it far enough he can’t reach. “You were already at the job.”

“And?” Link asks, using his spry, sinewy body as an advantage to slink away from the bed out of Rhett’s grip. He still has the book in hand.

“Those are your vows,” Rhett explains.

Link looks down and squints, confused. These aren’t the vows that Christy read at their wedding. He’s seen that video only a few months back and is sure of it.

“Our vows,” Rhett whispers, explaining further, at Link’s puzzled look.

“It’s a love song,” Link notes, marveling at the gesture. What it means to a young version of himself that once felt like they had surely cut out and mourned the possibility of this - all of this - ever happening. To have that thought coexist with the image of a nude, hulking tree trunk of a husband laid before him smiling up adoringly felt panoptic.

“So are you.”

Link begins to cry.

“Play it for me.”

Rhett wipes his cheek.

“Get my guitar.”

They sing twice more that night, always in harmony (not always in lyric), then spend the rest of their lives together doing much the same.

#things i wrote #@anon #i hope you are doing well soon #💙#rhink

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Making Amends ~ JJK, KSJ [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

GENRE: Fluff, established-relationship, friendship, a little bit of angst between Jungkook and Jin

PAIRING: Kim Seokjin x Reader x Jungkook

The door to the practice room opened and slammed shut as Jungkook finally entered the room for the first time that day, he was panting from running up the stairs of the BigHit building. He was late again like he had been for the last week. Jin looked up from the floor sweat dripping down his face after doing the dance routine that seemed to be making him sweat more than the other dances. He stared at Jungkook through the mirror and he was once again covered in hickeys with a giant smirk on his face. Jin glanced over at Hoseok waiting to see what would get done about this all of the boys had grouped together to talk about Jungkook being late but no one seemed to be doing anything about it now. Hoseok was supposed to be the one in charge of the dance practice, he was supposed to be harder on Jungkook but he wasn't.

Normally it wouldn't be a big deal, everyone is late every now and again but lately, with Jungkook it was weird. Every day this week he'd been late with some kind of lame excuse as to why. It seemed as though the maknae no longer cared about putting in the same effort where the practice was concerned and it was starting to piss everyone around him off. All he cared about was getting home to his beautiful girlfriend that was waiting for him. They'd barely been together a month but it seemed as though Jungkook only cared about that now and everything else was on the backburner.

"You're late," Namjoon mumbled from the other side of the dance studio, he'd been talking with Jimin about the dance steps for the number they were working on. Namjoon was struggling with one of the shuffling moves and needed a little extra help.

Jin's eyes danced from the leader to the Maknae who had an 'I don't care' attitude on already, the one he'd been wearing ever since he'd been with Sooyoung.

"Only by an hour," Jungkook grumbled to himself throwing his bag down onto the floor by the back of the room and going to join Jin at the front. Normally the two of them would be engaging in conversations talking about what was going on at home, Jin wouldn't be too harsh on him but it was starting to annoy him that Jungkook thought he could get away with being late all of the time.

"Maybe you should start coming in earlier...I mean you are behind in practice." Jin whispered to Jungkook who seemed to take an instant punch to the gut by a seemingly innocent comment. Jin didn't mean anything by it at first, he was just trying to bring it up into the conversation.

"Behind? I'm behind? How can I be behind when I'm one of the best dancers?" Jungkook was back up on his feet as he yelled out, gaining the attention of everyone else in the room as they all turned to see what he was doing. Jungkook never acted like this before, he never said he was one of the best and never claimed to be either.

"Jungkook- I just meant-" Jin tried to speak but Jungkook was red in the face with anger. He'd had enough already and nothing had even started yet.

"No! I know what you meant. You're all just jealous because I'm in a happy relationship." Jungkook wasn't making any sense, all of the boys were in happy relationships. Jin raised up to his feet trying to calm Jungkook down since it was him that had started this mess.

"Jungkook I didn't mean that at all, we're all happy in our own relationships. You just need to manage your time better that's all," Jin's tone was calm as he tried to speak to the maknae but it seemed no matter what he was saying or going to say was going to calm Jungkook down. Everything was being blown out of proportion as Jungkook threw his hands into the air in defeat,

"So now my time management sucks?!" This time Namjoon took over for Jin, trying to explain to Jungkook that they all cared about him and that they just wanted to make sure he was doing what he was supposed to do. That was the original agreement with their management. Dating was only allowed to happen if they continued with their hard work.

"BigHit agreed to let us date if we could continue the same efforts we did before." Yoongi reminded Jungkook of the contract they'd all signed but Jungkook wasn't listening to reason. Jin shook his head at the sight of them all each of them babying him as they tried to calm him down. Jungkook didn't need to be babied anymore, he was an adult who could make adult decisions for himself.

"You know what," Jin started as he grabbed his bag from the floor, having enough of them babying him, he threw the bag over his shoulder and looked at Jungkook,

"I'm not going to pussyfoot around it like they all seem to be doing. You're acting like a total prick." Jungkook was taken back Jin was normally the levelheaded one who helped resolve issues but this time he seemed to be making it worse. Namjoon tried to say something to him but he couldn't find the right words to.

"Hyung-" Jimin whispered stepping forward, trying to stop something from being said before it was.

"No, it's time he heard what I thought." Jungkook stepped out from the rest of the guys wanting to hear what Jin had to say, hands on his hips as if he was some kind of immature teenager waiting for an answer.

"What is it that you think then Hyung?" Jin rolled his eyes at the behaviour, the attitude coming from Jungkook was that of a teenager and it was starting to annoy him.

"You're supposed to be an adult, not some stuck up kid who thinks the rest of the world is out to get him. Newsflash Jungkook! It's not. But if you wanna sit around and play house with your girlfriend then by my guest. Don't come crying to me when she leaves you or you suddenly don't know the dance routines!" Jin walked out of the practice room, slamming the door behind him as he stormed off. Jungkook stood there with his mouth hanging open like a fish, all of the boys were in total shock as Jin spoke what they had all been thinking but in a harsher manner.

"Do you all think of me like that?" He stuttered out trying not to seem as hurt by it as he was. He turned to look at Yoongi and Namjoon who were both trying to think of something to say but couldn't.

"N-No, Jungkook he's just-" Before Taehyung could even finish what he wanted to say Jungkook was storming out of the room with his bag in his hands as Jin had done before him.

"They'll calm down, they're just stressed," Namjoon whispered as Jimin and Hoseok looked at him worriedly, he knew as the leader he was supposed to go after them and make sure they made up but he also knew they needed some time and space. Clearing their heads before they tried to speak to one another.

A consistent buzzing was sounding from your drawer all afternoon but you were already in enough trouble with your boss that you didn't check it until you were leaving work that night. Your boss was an evil woman who hated all kinds of technology, which was why you still worked from paper instead of tablets like all other business.

As soon as you checked your phone there were missed calls from Jungkook were sitting on the screen, along with messages asking you to call him as soon as you could, he knew how busy you were with work.

"Hey Kookie, I'm just heading home. What's up?" You questioned into the phone as you walked over to the elevator in your office building, the doors being held open for you. Even though you and Jungkook were nowhere near one another it was like you could sense his body language over the phone. Something was wrong with him and you knew it was bothering him.

"J-Jin-Hyung, he said something today." You could hear Jungkook sniffling down the phone and you were already turning into mama bear mode. The thought of someone, even your fiancé, hurting Jungkook sent you into a rage. Jungkook was like a little brother to you, even though since you'd been with Jin you treated him more like a son than a brother.

"What did he say?!" The woman beside you in the elevator jumped as you raised your voice in such a small place without a warning. Jungkook only met your question with a sniffle and you sighed getting out on the ground floor parking level and looking for your car.

"Jungkook, tell me what he said." You whispered calmly to him but in an affirming tone, Jungkook hated the thought of telling you what Jin had said. It felt as though he was back in school and telling the teacher what someone nasty had said to him.

"H-He said I don't care about practice. All I care about is my girlfriend." You stopped at your car door as you heard the words come from him. You knew they'd been upset with him over practice but you never thought Jin would say something like that to Jungkook, Jin knew how sensitive Jungkook was to things like this.

"I'll call you when I'm home Guk, okay? Get a hot drink and calm down." You whispered, unlocking your car and throwing your bag inside as you tried to process what was going on.

"Can you come and see me? I-I sent Sooyoung home, I didn't want to be like this in front of her." You breathed out as you thought about it for a second. Jungkook and you had always been close but you had to go and see Jin first, there were always two sides to the story.

"I'll text you before I come around, okay?" Jungkook hummed in response to you before saying goodbye and hanging up. You laid your head down on the steering wheel of your car as you tried to think of something to do. Jin couldn't get away with saying something like that to Jungkook but you didn't want to seem like you were taking sides with either of them.

Jin smiled once he heard the front door to the house you shared together open, after a day like this one he needed to hold you in his arms for a while but as soon as you walked into the room he knew something was off. You were standing in the doorway of the living room and the porch, hands on your hips as you stared him down. He felt as though he was in trouble with a teacher at school or one of the managers.

"What?" He stuttered out, standing up from the sofa and looking at the calendar on the wall. He hadn't forgotten an anniversary or a birthday and he knew there wasn't a date night tonight so he had no idea what you could be mad at him for.

"A little birdy called me," You whispered to him as you began walking into the living room. As you got closer Jin sat back down, swallowing the lump in his throat as he watched you walking over to him.

"You upset Jungkook?" You questioned as you straddled his lap, it was the only way Jin wasn't just going to randomly up and leave you. If you sat on his lap you had his full, undivided attention.

"I only said what we were all thinking," He mumbled like a child, avoiding your gaze but you cupped his face in his hands and forced him to look at you,

"You said he doesn't care about practice. All he cares about is his girlfriend?" You questioned, tilting your head to the side as you waited for him to respond.

"It's true. It's like he doesn't care-"

"Kim Seokjin, do you even remember what happened when we first started dating? How you would skip practice? Even recording sessions..." Jin looked down as he realised how right you were about this. All he could think about when you first started dating was when he was going to get to see you again next.

"You're going to say sorry to him, we're going around with take-out and you will apologise to him." You weren't going to take no for an answer so he wasn't going to try and fight you back on it, he just nodded at you before kissing you softly.

"I'm sorry," He whispered as you pulled away from the kiss, leaning your foreheads together.

"It's not me you're saying it to," You whispered as you leaned forward to kiss him again before standing up and taking his car keys.

Jungkook opened the door with a smile on his face but as soon as his eyes gazed up to see Jin standing behind you the smile fell,

"He's here to make amends, right Jin?" You questioned as you looked up at your fiancé who held up the bag of take-out food. Jungkook's favourite all packed into the bag,

"Y/n's right, I'm here to say I'm sorry...I-I was being an idiot." Jungkook opened the door wider,

"You were..." You smirked to yourself as Jin bit down on his tongue, walking into the Maknae's apartment as he continued to tell him what a jerk he was being.

"Y/n made me realise that I was like this when we first started dating, I should have been more considerate to you." You took the bag of food into the kitchen, leaving the boys to figure out their problems alone.

"I'll start coming to practice on time, I just...I like Sooyoung so much it's hard to be away from her." Jungkook sighed, Jin chuckled looking over at you while you weren't paying attention.

"It doesn't get easier, but you learn to love the distance. It makes every second with them worth it." The boys exchanged pleasantries before coming to meet you in the kitchen and grab some of the food they'd been longing for.

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foxy-exy · 3 years

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Strange Engagement - Kevaaron

Prompt from here 09. we’re strangers who meet at a bar, get drunk, and wake up to announcements of our new engagement all over our social media - what did we do???

cw: alcohol use, blacking out, vomit mention, the vaguest suggestions of sexual content — also take note that sexual content happens while both of them are drunk, fyi

Finished this finally for a late bday present for @starsandgutters !!

Aaron does not get blackout drunk. Well, not anymore. It’s a rule he’s set for himself.

But damn if his recent breakup with Katelyn, who was supposed to be the love of his life, hasn’t hit him hard. And fuck if this man that took up residence next to him at the bar two hours ago isn’t infuriating enough to have Aaron’s pride on the fucking line here.

“You can’t take another,” snorts the asshole. Keegan. No, Kelvin. No…

“Fuck you, Kevin,” slurs Aaron, and feels the world spin a little, but the name is right. That’s right. Kevin Day. Some kind of sports guy, Aaron thinks he’s seen him on TV sometime or another. But that doesn’t mean shit for his ability to out-drink Aaron.

Aaron can so take another shot.

“Prove it,” Kevin sneers, and Aaron growls.

Aaron smacks the bar top, and the bartender, Roland, skeptically eyes them both, but Aaron’s a regular and they’re old friends, so Aaron merely has to glare back and gesture impatiently for Roland to slide another shot his way.

Aaron downs it without pause, and there’s laughter, hooting, from onlookers he didn’t know he had. He swallows against the burn and flicks a glance to more strangers, grinning and nodding at him, flashing thumbs up and pumping fists. He manages a jerky nod before spinning back to Kevin, swaying slightly. “I did it. Can you, big shot?”

Not the wittiest one liner he’s ever delivered, especially with all his syllables melding together as his mouth refuses to work with him, but Kevin also seems slightly off-balance as he turns to Roland, nodding for his next round.

“I absolutely should cut you both off before you start brawling,” sighs Roland, pouring another shot. “You’re lucky I’m an enabler.”

“Three more,” blurts Aaron, as Kevin gulps down his tiny glass. “Unless you can’t handle it.”

“You’re tiny, you’re the one who should be worried,” spits Kevin, though it’s hoarse through the alcohol.

“Oh my god,” Roland says, as he pours the shots and shoves them in front of them both, walking away with his hands up. “I’m done with you both for tonight.”

“Bet you you’ll still tap out before me,” Aaron says challengingly, narrowing his eyes up at Kevin, watching the too-tall man narrow his own green eyes back, the lights of the club catching on the tiny number 2 tattoo on his cheekbone, the tendrils of black hair springing free from his quiff. Aaron blinks away his wandering gaze, realizing Kevin is lifting another shot to his lips, and reaches to do the same, the fire of competition spurring him on.

The trickles of light and sound filter through warm, hazy drunkenness. Aaron is wrapped up in something skin-hot and sweat-sticky, hair between his fingers and another pair of lips melded to his and he cannot think, the wall unyielding at his back and the floor unreachable as his legs wrap around hips.

“Fuck,” mumbles a male voice, into his mouth, and Aaron hums in agreement, lazily tightening his hold and letting a hand fall down the back of his makeout partner, digging his fingernails into a crisp shirt and scratching.

The man — Aaron lets his eyes flutter open as the pair of them part for a moment of breath — Kevin, Kevin Day, shudders against him at the rough treatment and lets his head fall to where Aaron’s shoulder meets his neck, mouthing at the skin there, and Aaron responds with his own shiver.

He falls back into Kevin’s lips with a tug at his hair to drag him back up, and Aaron blacks back out at the kiss.

“We should get married.”

“That’s so stupid, that’s a terrible idea. Just because you’re hot doesn’t mean —”

“But you’re getting over your ex too. You know what would stick it to our exes? Getting fucking engaged.”

“You’re out of it, I can’t get publicly engaged to a man. I’d get os — ostra — I’d get bad press.”

“Fuck that, who cares. Buy me a ring, asshole, you’re rich.”

“Fuck, fine. Fine, I will, if you do that again.”

“Shit, Kevin.”

Aaron’s head pounds a terrible rhythm, and he thinks perhaps he attempted to drink sand last night. There’s no other way his mouth and throat would be this awful, gritty texture.

The nausea that hits a moment later threatens to bring up whatever he had last swallowed, and he spills out of bed to stumble-sprint to the toilet.

When he finally hobbles back to the bedroom with the speed of an especially slow zombie, he stops dead when he finds the form of another person burrowed into his pillow.

Kevin Day groans when Aaron pulls the pillow away from him, shielding his eyes from the bedroom light, and squints up at him like he, too, is not sure how he got there.

“A-Aaron?” he finally ventures.

“Congrats, you remember my fucking name. Get out of my bed.”

Kevin does not, in fact, get out of his bed, simply blinks down at his own shirtlessness, lifts the sheet to apparently check on whether he is wearing pants. (Aaron is suspiciously only in his boxers, and he suspects Kevin is too.) “What happened last night?”

“Guess I was stupid and lonely enough to bring you back to my apartment, for some reason.” Aaron rolls his eyes. Why he allowed himself to reach that drunken point in the first place is beyond him. He can’t remember the last time he allowed himself to actually check another man out, let alone…

He realizes suddenly that the terribly shrill ringing he’s heard several times now is his phone, muffled underneath fabric somewhere on the floor of his room. Someone’s calling him.

It takes him several minutes to find the source of the noise, but the mystery caller keeps redialing when the call drops. When Aaron recovers his phone, it’s with an awful sinking feeling that he sees TWIN MENACE blinking across the screen.

Andrew does not call him for no reason.

“Hello?” he mumbles into the phone, and there is an awful silence for a minute on Andrew’s end.

“Care to tell me, oh brother mine, what exactly happened that made you post what you did on Facebook last night?”

Aaron’s stomach drops yet lower. He feels dizzy. “What?”

“Nicky’s been calling you, and when you didn’t pick up, he started calling me. What the fuck did you do?”

“W-what did I do?” Aaron stabs the speakerphone button to pull his phone from his ear and navigate to Facebook. His notifications are blowing up, all over a photo he definitely doesn’t remember posting.

It takes a moment to load when he opens it, and the sound he makes when it does makes Kevin wince and cover his ears.

Kevin and Aaron are very deeply and disgustingly making out, and Aaron is holding a middle finger up to the camera. His left middle finger. And below that middle finger, a ring sits on his finger.

An engagement ring. That is still on his ring finger when Aaron looks down at it.

The caption reads, fuck y’all we’re getting married.

“You fucking proposed to me?” he yells at Kevin, who had been squinting one open eye at him, leaning forward to listen.

Kevin falls out of bed in a tangle of long limbs, with his own squawk. “What?”

“I have an engagement ring. I posted that we’re getting married. Oh my god.”

“Dumbass,” is barely audible from the phone speaker, and then the call disconnects.

“Wait,” Kevin mumbles, rubbing his head and trying to navigate sheets that are still wrapped around him. “Wait, no. You proposed to me. You started this. I know that much. I thought it was a bad idea.”

“Obviously not enough to not get me a ring.”

“Quiet,” Kevin pleads.

“What were we thinking?” Aaron tugs on his hair. He’s not sure how it took him so long to notice the ring’s presence in the first place, it feels unbearably heavy on his finger now.

“You wanted to get back at your ex. And mine. We both were upset about our breakups,” Kevin reasons out slowly, eyes fixing on nothing as he appears to search his memory. “We had a drinking competition, and then, we started dancing, and then venting about our exes, and then we started…making out. It gets pretty fuzzy, but. You said we should get married, I didn’t think so. But you, uh. Convinced me.”

“How do I delete this? Fuck.” The exponentially growing number of comments of absolutely everyone he knows on the Facebook post blurs in front of his eyes.

Whoa, that’s a surprise. Happy for you!

Who’s the fiancé???

Didn’t realize you were with this guy now. Congrats on the engagement!

Classmates, coworkers, distant family, and…

Aaron, what the fuck.

“Shitshitshitshit.”

Aaron throws the phone in a knee-jerk reaction, his brain narrowing to the tiny profile picture on the screen. Katelyn.

Kevin catches the phone in the same instinctive way, eyes wide as he stares at Aaron.

“She knows. She knows.”

“Who?”

“My ex, my… Katelyn. She saw. She’ll never take me back now. God, she thinks we’re…”

“Did you think she was going to?” Kevin asks incredulously. Like he fucking knows anything about Aaron and Katelyn’s relationship.

“She could have realized! That we were good! That she missed me! She could have —” Aaron’s throat closes over, and he realizes with horror that he is probably about to cry.

“Aaron.” Kevin still looks sickly pale, maybe a little green around the edges, but he nonetheless kind of crawls across Aaron’s bedroom floor to sit in front of him. Now that he’s extricated himself from the sheets, Aaron can see that he is indeed only wearing a very small pair of boxer-briefs. “She wasn’t going to. You were complaining about how your relationship had been, towards the end. It’s good you broke up.”

Aaron swallows back a lump in his throat and blinks away burning, shoving his fist into Kevin’s chest. “Shut up.”

Kevin looks down and takes Aaron’s fist in his own hands, uncurling it and contemplating the ring he’d apparently bought last night as he plays with Aaron’s fingers absently. “I miss my ex too. But she wasn’t good for me. We weren’t… it wasn’t very healthy, how we got together. And we didn’t know how to be healthy once we got out of that situation either.”

“Now look at us,” Aaron huffs sarcastically. “Oh-so-healthily drunk engaged.”

Kevin’s lips twitching into a involuntary smile is unexpectedly attractive, and the dark eyebrow he raises pulls a snort from Aaron that morphs into a giggle, and then Kevin snickers, and then they’re both laughing and staring at this fucking ridiculous ring that’s caused way too much trouble.

“It’s gaudy,” Aaron announces, when they’ve laughed themselves out. “You have no taste.”

“It’s expensive,” Kevin protests, immediately up in arms. “Look at how many diamonds there are.”

“Oh, of course you’d think bigger is better,” Aaron snarks, and Kevin glares at him, and Aaron shoves him back, raising his own eyebrows, but he can’t drop the grin curling across his face.

“You weren’t complaining last night,” Kevin returns, but before Aaron can toss one more flirty line thinly veiled as an insult back at him, another ringtone sounds from across the room.

Kevin turns toward the sound too fast and groans, hand lifting to his mouth queasily as he picks his way over to his own pants to fish out his phone. It cuts off just as he reaches it, but Kevin blinks down at his own screen, looking a little too off-balance.

“What’s wrong?” Aaron asks.

“I think I… I think I posted something too. Christ.”

“Oh, so it’s all fine and good by you that I posted something, but when you’re the one making a fool of yourself, you think —”

“I could lose my contract.”

Aaron blinks. “Right. Playing…”

Kevin looks scandalized. “Exy? Do you not even know?”

“Forgive me for not knowing every detail of my fiancé’s life when I met you last night and forgot more than I remember of our encounter.”

Kevin appears slightly dead inside, face lit by countless popups his eyes flick through on screen. “My team manager has been texting me. If I lose my spot, I’m —”

Aaron steps closer to peer at the texts, too. “Can they do that? That shouldn’t be allowed.”

Kevin turns a glazed gaze on him. “Exy is everything to me.”

Aaron feels a pang at the look, feels inexplicably compelled to fix it. “Well… we’re not even actually getting married, so it doesn’t matter, right? Just tell them that. Who cares?”

“It may be too late,” Kevin says in a terrible, numb voice, and Aaron is suddenly very deeply determined that it will not be too late to save his poor, sports-obsessed, asshole sort-of-fake fiancé’s career or so help him God.

“Give me that.”

“What are you doing?” Kevin asks helplessly as Aaron clicks through the frantic texts from Manager to the contact information.

“Setting the record straight,” Aaron says firmly, and hits the call button.

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lupins-sweater · 4 years

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I’m Sorry

(Percy Weasley x Reader)

Summary: Percy wants to have a second chance after the war. Do you?

Warnings: verrrry angsty, first time writing angst, so it kinda sucks

I’m going to try something a little different and do some angst

You weren’t quite sure when he changed, but one day you looked up, and he was a completely different person. Sure he could be a little intense. But he wasn’t a prick. Once he finished prefect duty, he would bring you treats from the kitchen and a kiss goodnight. Sometimes you could even talk the avid rule follower to bend some rules because he wanted to make you happy. As simple as that. If you were caught out past curfew or skipping a class, Percy would let it slide (although you would get the “I love you, but there’s going to be a time when I can’t cover for you.”

You enjoyed gifting him the fanciest quills and the biggest pumpkin pasties every time he accomplished something. You were so proud of him; calling Percy Weasley your boyfriend gave you joy. Under that hard exterior was someone who was very loving and gentle. Or at least you thought.

After you had graduated Hogwarts, you and Percy moved into a small flat in Diagon Alley. Even though it was rather small, it was home to you. You quickly decorated the shared abode with squishy arm chairs and a couch. The flat was fairly clean and a wonderful home to transition from school.

Percy proposed not too long after the announcement of receiving the position at the Ministry. He claimed the money would help significantly with the wedding cost and maybe with starting a family. But you both weren’t expecting to bring children into your life for another couple of years; you agreed you were too young, and you wanted to focus on your careers first. You were training to become a healer, and Percy wanted a stable job that wasn’t an assistant.

At first you thought he was just tired or stressed from working with Crouch. I mean who wouldn’t, right? He would come home and not be in the mood to talk. Even on his days off, he was working on assignments and didn’t want to be disturbed. It was like he didn’t have time for cuddle night anymore. You hoped this was just a rough spot in your relationship; every couple goes through them. But as the bad days turned into bad weeks and into bad months, you grew out of sync with your partner. Every time you tried to discuss his sudden change of behavior, it was always, “ Not now, Y/N. I’m busy,” or “Maybe tomorrow.”

You turned to his family for guidance after a month and a half of being ignored. The twins said it was just normal Percy behavior. He probably was upset about cauldron thickness again. But Molly and Arthur could tell something was wrong. You briefly explained the situation, and they knew just as much as you did. Percy apparated to his childhood home after he noticed you weren’t at the flat, a scowl on his face. Anger brewed at the surface.

So here you were. At the burrow watching the fight between you fiancé and his father unfold. You stood behind the doorframe leading into the living room.

“Percy, what’s going on? Y/N came over here and told us you’ve been distant,” Arthur inquired, concerned for his son’s future marriage.

“Our relationship is none of your business!” Percy shouted.

Molly rushed into the room furious. “Don’t talk to your father like that! He’s trying to help you!”

“Well it doesn’t help he’s not the best role model.”

You entered the room with watery eyes. “Percy, please stop. I just want to know what’s bothering you.”

He looks at you and struggles to find the right words. “You know what’s wrong? The fact that I have to deal with a lousy reputation at the Ministry because my father’s strange obsession with muggles! I’m being poked fun at all the time! I’m told I’m just going to end up like you,” he pointed to Arthur. “A person with little to no ambition. You want to stay in your low paying job dealing with muggles. That’s the reason why we’re so poor! Don’t you feel feel awful that your children can’t afford robes for school?” Percy’s voice crescendoed into a scream. His words could be heard throughout the house.

You and your future parent in-laws stood there in shock. This wasn’t like Percy at all.

“How long? How long have you been feeling like this?” you asked barely above a whisper.

“I’ve been made fun of because I’m a Weasley in school, but I thought I would prove myself once I got out. But once I started working at the Ministry, I was met with the same comments I heard before I graduated. I don’t want my future family to have the same experience.”

“I- I’m sorry my job has affected you like that,” Arthur apologized, “I had no idea.”

Molly put a hand on her husband’s arm. “Percival Ignatius Weasley. You do NOT talk to your father that way. He has been working hard your entire life and longer to provide for this family! And he’s doing what he loves despite all the jeers he gets from his coworkers. I would say he’s ambitious.”

“It’s not just that, Mum. Crouch and others high up have been telling me Dumbledore is making up You-Know-Who is back to make the Ministry look bad. And you’ve been helping him spread this rumor! They’re starting to question my loyalty!” Percy was upset again.

“But they should listen to Dumbledore. Harry is warning us, and if we don’t do anything now, it will be too late. We can’t wait for the Ministry to sound the alarm after the death eaters start terrorizing again,” his father defended himself.

“We can’t ‘sound the alarms’ just because he believes every word Potter says! His claim is rubbish. There’s no evidence!”

“Why would they not believe Harry? He can hear Voldemort talking to him; he has visions, Perce,” you interjected.

He stormed over to you and grabbed your hand. Before he apparated you back to the flat, he turned to his parents and his face softened. “Please stop associating with Dumbledore. I can’t be around people who are against the Ministry.”

“You know we can’t do that,” Arthur said in an apologetic tone. He crosses his arms and shook his head.

“Fine.”

You made it home, Percy still holding your hand. The floorboards were more interesting than your teary eyes. You finally cleared your throat and tried to find a place to start. “I think...you were a little harsh on your father.” you said choosing your words carefully.

“But he’s put me through so much. I can’t take the way people judge me based on my father’s choices.”

“Perce, he hasn’t done anything wrong. It’s just the way people view muggles. They’re obsessed with how pure their blood is, and condemn Arthur for being passionate about non magical people just because he’s “pure blood.””

“But he could have chosen any other job! He could have been in a higher office, but he chose this!”

“I mean this in the beat way possible, so you can hopefully change your mindset. You’re being disgusting and selfish. It’s not like you to be concerned with someone’s blood status,” you put your hands on his arms and shook him lightly.

He scoffed and tore himself from your grasp. “Disgusting? Selfish? In the best way possible? If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you’ve been spending too much time with my parents. Oh. And why did you go to them and talk about our relationship?”

You flinched at the harshness in his voice. “I’m sorry. I should have used better words, but I hate thinking you dislike your father because some of your coworkers think they’re better than them. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told your parents about our problems, but I didn’t know who else to go to?”

Percy took off into the bedroom and paced in front of the bed. “Maybe your fiancé?”

You threw your arms up in frustration. “Percy, I tried! Every time I wanted to talk about what’s bothering you, you always brushed me off. If you won’t talk about it, who will?”

“Do you really believe in what Dumbledore is saying? About You-Know-Who?” He asks, changing the subject.

“Of course. Why would he try to make the Ministry look bad?”

Percy pulled a trunk out from the closet and started to fill it with clothes. “Percy! Wh-what are doing?”

“I can’t let anyone know my fiancée supports Dumbledore. I think we need a break.”

A sob escaped your lips as you realised he was leaving you. “Please. Can I do anything to make you stay? I don’t want you to leave,” you begged.

He locked the trunk and walked toward the door. Percy stopped in front of you with a pained look on his face. His voice sounded like he was trying not to cry, “Come find me when you’ve stopped being around Dumbledore’s supporters. They’re bad influences.” And he left.

——

You couldn’t afford the rent of the small flat, so you sent a letter to the Weasleys asking for a place to stay. They kindly let you take Percy’s old room where you spent most of your nights crying. Wondering why your fiancé left you. Wasn’t he the guy all those years ago who helped carry your books to class? Didn’t he get down on one knee and promise he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you? It didn’t make sense why he would sever his ties with his family.

Molly tried to go talk some sense into him and tell him you missed him, but he shut the door as soon as she opened her mouth to speak. Not long after that his Christmas sweaters arrived by owl without a letter explaining why he sent them back.

Everyone was upset by his actions. You constantly had to reassure his parents it wasn’t their fault. Arthur’s job isn’t something he should be ashamed of; pure blood families are obsessed with their status, and will bully everyone who doesn’t share the same values and beliefs. Molly didn’t do anything wrong; she was standing up for her husband which she’s done hundreds of times. The red head family also helped you process your break in the relationship. They were always there to distract yourself or give you much needed advice.

The days blurred together as you started to work long shifts at St. Mungo’s as a healer, finally completing your training. A lot happened in the following months: Hogwarts was back in session, Arthur was injured, the war was about to start, and you and Ron received letters from Percy. Nothing good came from the neat scrawl on the fancy parchment. Ron was told to stop hanging out with Harry as “he’s a bad influence,” and your engagement was called off since it’s been months since you’ve talked.

You agreed with him on that point. What’s the use of being engaged to a man that doesn’t want to be associated with your views? You distracted yourself from the pain by preparing for the battle at Hogwarts with The Order. You taught everyone basic healing spells and what to do in certain medical emergencies.

——

The night before the battle you were sitting on your bed, knees pulled into your chest, as you contemplated the danger of what’s to come. You couldn’t sleep, too anxious for tomorrow. Everyone went to their rooms for the night no doubt in the same position you were in. A knock at the window startled you. You whipped your head to see a large owl holding a letter addressed to you in its claws.

You got up from you bed and open the window. You recognised the neat, loopy writing immediately. Percy. You didn’t exactly want to read what was inside; he already said he didn’t want to marry you anymore. What else does he want to tell you?

You reluctantly tore the letter open and began to read.

Y/N,

I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. I shouldn’t have left you because those at the Ministry wouldn’t approve of your views. It was wrong of me to let my coworkers cloud my views of my family, the love of my life, and my father. Although it’s not an excuse for my behavior, I snapped after hearing people talk poorly of my loved ones constantly at school and work. I can’t believe I let it get the better of me. I plan to talk to my family tomorrow before the war. I want to talk to them before anything happens. I don’t know what I’ll do if I won’t get to fight by their side. Merlin, Y/N, I still love you. I miss you so much, and I know I’ve hurt you. If you’d like, here’s the address to come see me. It’s understandable if you don’t want to.

Sincerely and with love, Percy

You read the letter over and over not quite sure if you were happy or not. He’s said some awful things to you and his family, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to forget that. And he still loved you. Gosh you loved him too, but you didn’t want to become engaged again. You still had a lot to think about.

You decided you were going to see him after all. Who knows, this could be your last night alive. You wrote a quick note to the Weasleys explaining where you were going and left the letter there for them to read.

——

The flat in London was fairly nice. It no doubt cost a pretty galleon. You walked up the steps to the brass knocker on the door that read “112 A” and knocked. The door opened less than a minute later, and a shocked red head stood before you.

“Y/N. You actually showed up,” he breathed and motioned for you to enter the flat.

You stepped through the doorway to find a well lit apartment; beautiful yet simple furniture was placed throughout the room.

“Looks nice in here,” you complimented, not sure where to start.

“Thanks. It’s not the homely as our home on Diagon Alley.” He cleared his throat. “I heard you’re living with the rest of my family. At the Burrow I mean.”

“Yeah. I couldn’t keep up with the rent.”

Percy looked at you with a look that showed he felt awful for letting that happen.

“I understand why you felt like you had to prove you were loyal to the Ministry, but cutting off your family? Calling off your engagement?! Percy I loved you!” You were now sobbing in front of the man who was your fiance. He really wants to pull you in for a hug, but he knew you were furious.

“I loved you, too. It was wrong and disgusting of me to disown my family. I still love you. If you don’t want to be with me anymore, that’s fine.”

You wiped your tears and waited until you could speak again without sobbing again. “I want to be with you again, too. But I’m not sure if that’s the best idea, Perce. It’s been months since we’ve spoken. And you said some pretty awful things.”

Percy looked away and tried not to cry. He messed up big time, and there’s nothing he can do to reverse the damage.

“I know,” he whispered.

“I’m going to need time to rethink everything.”

He nodded as a response, looking down at his feet. You walked up to him and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your hair.

“Can you please stay the night? I just need someone to hold before tomorrow.”

You nodded a yes as you wished for the same thing. You needed comfort, and this took you back to a time where all you had to worry about was a potions test. Who knew what tomorrow could bring?

#percy weasley x reader #percy weasley x y/n #percy weasley x you #percy weasley

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atlafan · 4 years

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My Everything - Part Seven

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and smut!

a/n: not proofread fam, I didn’t have the strength.

Masterpost

It was Louis and El’s first real weekend without Eliza May. Eleanor was taking it much better than she thought, probably since she’d be able to drink alcohol, and then she could just pump and dump. Her and Louis were getting their costumes on while you and Harry were doing the same.

“Will people even know what who we are?” He asks.

“Of course! We looks so cute too.” You kiss his cheek. “Now hold still so I can put your makeup on.”

You both walk out of your bedroom and see Lou and El in the living area, hanging out with Buster. They were dressed like their favorite soccer players. You and Harry were dressed up like Max and Roxanne from a Goofy Movie.

“You two look so cute!”

“Thanks!” You beam. “It was so easy to put together too.”

“You both ready?” Harry asks.

They both nod. You and Harry say goodbye to Buster, and across the street you go. When you walk in you see Niall dressed as The Flash and Wonder Woman.

“Now these are costumes.” You say, hugging them both. “Well done.”

“Look at the two of you! Very creative.” Sarah says. “Go get a load of Rachel and Mariah, they’re Harley and Black Canary.”

“Why did we not get the super hero memo?” Harry asks.

“None of us discussed it I swear!” She says.

You got find the two of them and say hello. You take a ton of pictures with your friends, and they make sure to take plenty of you and Harry. You feel sad when you see your friends taking tequila shots. Even Harry and the guys were drinking heavily.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Eleanor asks you.

“Um…not really, no.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s a stupid thing to be upset over.”

“I’m sure it’s not.” She smiles.

“I’m…on a specific type of medication that I have to take every day, and I can’t drink alcohol while I’m on it. I haven’t really drank since my birthday, and this is the first time I feel sad about it. I’m having fun, but…” You both look over at everyone. “I’m not having that kind of fun.”

“Well, I haven’t started to drink yet, so I won’t.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I really don’t mind. I made it nine months, remember?”

“Thanks.”

Niall and Sarah’s place was packed with people, and your very drunk fiancé was grinding on you while you danced. You could feel him growing harder against your ass, and it was starting to annoy you rather than turn you on. You turn around to face him.

“I’ll be right back, I need to use the bathroom.”

You step away from him and go down to the hall bath. You take a deep breath as you look at yourself in the mirror. El grabs Harry’s wrist before he can follow you.

“What?”

“I think you should start drinking some water.”

“Why?”

“Because…she told me she’s sad everyone’s having more fun than her.”

“She did?”

“Yeah…everyone’s pissed but her, Harry. Look around.” She gestures around to the people at the party. “She feels left out, H, and you’re not helpin’.”

“Shit.”

Harry stumbles into the kitchen and gets some water. You find him in there.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothin’, just think I’ve had enough is all. I have a plan to catch tomorrow, no need in havin’ a hangover, right?”

“Y/N!” Sarah says. “Come do a shot with Rach and I.”

“I can’t, Sarah.” You mumble.

“Why not?” She pouts. “Oh! Are you still taking that medication?” Your eyes widen and you look up at Harry.

“Sarah.” Niall grabs her by the waist. “Leave her be, alright?”

“Yeah, leave it alone.” Rachel says.

“All I did was ask her a question.”

“An invasive one.” Niall says. “If she doesn’t want to drink she doesn’t have to.”

“Will you all please just stop?!” You had enough. “I’m not some child you have to overprotect! You wanna know why I can’t drink? I’m on a medication to make it so I don’t black out and hurt Harry again, okay? I had a really bad flash months ago and I slapped him! My therapist prescribed it for me, and I can’t have alcohol with it because it’s also an antidepressant. Are you happy now?! I’m so fucked up in the head that I need pills to keep myself from doing something stupid!” Your eyes were glossy, and you were filled with rage.

You brush past all of them and make your way to the front door.

“Fuck, Sarah, you can have a real big mouth sometimes.” Harry says. “You couldn’t have just listened to your boyfriend for once? You’re always doin’ that to him, as if he doesn’t know what he’s talkin’ about.”

“He doesn’t know her better than I do.”

“No? I’m startin’ to think he’s the only real friend she has. Excuse me.”

Harry goes after you and leaves.

“Babe! Babe!” He runs down the hall and catches the elevator door. Your arms were crossed and you were crying.

“I feel like such an idiot. I ruined everyone’s good time.”

“No, honey, it’s okay.” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest.

“You were having fun though, and then I just blew up. I should go apologize.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Maybe tomorrow when there isn’t a huge party happening you all can talk, but right now we should just go home.”

“What about Louis and Eleanor.”

“I gave Lou a key in case we left at different times, it’s all good.”

You and Harry get in the door, and you both say hello to Buster before going to wash all your makeup off. You hear Louis and Eleanor at one point, and Harry goes out to say goodnight to them. He kisses you to sleep. You would have let him love on you a little more, but you had your period. Not great timing before his trip to Wisconsin. He didn’t mind just holding you close to him though. It was what you needed more than anything.

“You’ve barely said anything to me since they left…” Sarah says as her and Niall get into their bed.

“I’m not quite what to say…”

“I’m going to apologize to her tomorrow, I know I was wrong.”

“Yeah, you were.” They both lay on their backs. Niall turns to look at her. “You really don’t listen to me often. You always think you know best…it bothers me. It’s like you don’t value what I have to say.”

“I’m sorry.” She turns to face him. “I don’t mean to make you feel that way.”

“I know you and Rachel are her best friends, and I know you both mean well and care about her…but Y/N and I got really close after everything happened. I’ve seen her in some different ways. I just wish you had let her tell you instead of making her so upset she blew up.” He sighs. “And now Harry’s goin’ away for a few days…you’ll need to fix this, Sarah.”

“I know, I know. I feel terrible okay? I got too drunk, and-“

“Yeah, but you should have known not to bring it up from when we went to Homecoming. That’s the annoying part. You were told to let it go, and you didn’t. It’s like you’re not used to bein’ told no.” He huffs.

“Well, to be fair, I’m not.”

“What?”

“Oh come on, Niall. I was an only child, I was a rainbow baby…admittedly I was a little spoiled.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a fuckin’ adult now. You’re twenty-five years old, grow up.” He huffs and turns away from her, leaving her speechless.

She sighs and rolls to her other side. Niall rarely got mad at Sarah like this. She was his baby girl, and she knew she fucked up with you.

“Please call when you get there.” You tell Harry and Louis the next morning.

“We will, love.” Harry says, giving you another kiss goodbye. “I love you, be good.”

“You be good too.” You wink at him.

“My Lou.” Eleanor and Louis share a nice embrace, and just like that the boys are out the door. You sigh heavily. “They’ll be back before you know it.”

“I know. I’m more so sighing because Sarah will be here any minute.”

You and Sarah sit out on the balcony while El FaceTime’s with her mother and Eliza May.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N…I shouldn’t have pushed you like that.”

“I just wasn’t ready for you all to know. It’s embarrassing…”

“No! It’s not, it’s super normal to-“

“I know it’s normal, okay? I just feel like it’s another thing with me. I feel like there’s always something going on with me so I didn’t want everyone to know just yet.”

“I’m sorry. I think I got pushy because you didn’t tell us about what happened to you right away, so any time I feel like you’re keeping something I think it’s the worst possible thing and-“

“But that’s still something I needed time to tell you.”

“I know.” She looks down and then back to you. “I wasn’t a very good friend last night…I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay…you were drunk.”

“That’s not an excuse. I had no right.” You smile at her and give her hand a squeeze. “So…the meds…they help?”

“Mhm, a lot. I haven’t had a flash since I started them.”

“That’s great!”

“It wasn’t all on you last night either. I was jealous that you all were having fun. I was having fun too, but I do miss getting buzzed. And Harry was drunk, and I love him when he’s drunk, but I got annoyed, and-“

“It must be really hard…we can all try to stop.”

“No, I don’t want that. None of you need to change things up for me. Just stop asking me if I want a drink.” You smirk.

“Deal.”

Louis taps on Harry’s shoulder to get his attention. He takes his earbuds out and pauses his movie.

“You know you don’t have to ask if you want to cuddle.” Harry smirks.

“Maybe later.” Louis laughs. “I thought since we’re up in the air now and you can’t escape, I could talk to you about somethin’.”

“Oh Christ, what is it?”

“Well…you know how mine and El’s wedding will be in the U.K.?”

“Yeah…?”

“We won’t be comin’ back to the states after.”

“Yeah, you mentioned you might honeymoon in Spain, right?”

“Yes, but after that…we still won’t be comin’ back to the states, mate.” Harry’s face falls. “Her entire family is over there, we don’t have anyone here.”

“You have Niall and I…”

“You both are two hours away, you might as well be across the pond with her family. We both want Eliza May to grow up with family. I may not have a mum and sister anymore, but Eleanor does. This is important to both of us. I can freelance anywhere, that’s the beauty of it. And she’s already lookin’ for jobs in London. We’re hopin’ to live just outside the city near her family.”

“But…what about Freddie?”

“To be honest Bri was only stickin’ around here for me…she works remotely, and she said it would be easy for her to switch to London time. She’d move out there, I think she’s been wantin’ to go back too. It’s time, Harry.”

“Lou…I…”

“Just think, when you take your long trips we’ll be able to see each other. I’ll be able to see Mitch and Sarah, and I can check in on your mum.”

“I guess that’s true.” He sighs. “I know this is somethin’ you have to do…but I’m not excited about it. I mean…”

“I know you’ll miss Fred and Eliza May, but we can keep FaceTiming like we do now. Not much will change, you’ll just need a plane when you want to come visit, and so will I.”

“Suppose I’m used to missin’ yeh already.” He shrugs. “Have you told Niall?”

“Yeah, he knows. Told him over the phone. I knew you’d need a bit more attention.” He smirks.

“Gee, thanks.” He rolls his eyes. “So…you’re not movin’ before the wedding?”

“No, El wants to make sure she has a job lined up and all that. I mean, we could, but we have an infant and it would just be a lot. She’ll be goin’ back to work soon…it just gives us more time.”

“Well, we better fuckin’ hang out a ton while we’re still in a close proximity to each other.”

“Deal.”

After Sarah left, you and Eleanor went take Buster for a walk. The air was brisk, but it was nice. You loved the fall weather. She looks at her phone and sees a text from Louis.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I have somethin’ to tell yeh, and Lou just texted sayin’ he told Harry, so I have the go ahead now.”

“Alright.”

“After the wedding, we’re movin’ to the U.K.”

“Oh my!” You stop to look at her.

“My whole family is over there. Bri’s even been wantin’ to get back there too, so it just makes sense for everyone. I start work back up in a week or so, and I’m already lookin’ for jobs in London. We just don’t have anyone here. You guys are great and all, and I know Harry’s family to Lou, but-“

“I get it. I’d wanna be close to family too. It would kill me if I had a baby and my parents rarely got to see them. Louis told Harry on the plane?”

“Yeah.”

“Smart.” You chuckle. “Probably didn’t get too upset then.”

“I don’t think so. I’m sure he’ll call you later and blubber like a baby in true Harry fashion.”

“You’re probably right. I know it’ll suck, but you guys are doing what’s best for your family.”

“Exactly.” She sighs. “Plus, going back for the healthcare alone just made a lot of sense to us.”

“And Bri’s just able to move with Freddie?”

“I guess she’s been wantin’ to move back for quite some time, but she didn’t want to take Freddie away from Lou. She’s nice in that way. I think that’s what really started the entire conversation. We’re hoping to all live outside of London so we’re still in a close proximity. Fred should be with his family too, you know?” You nod and keep walking, Buster right at your side.

“You know, when I first really got close with Niall my biggest fear was that he was going to move back to Ireland, and he very well could do that someday. I couldn’t imagine always having to fly out to see your family, and only for special occasions.”

“At least video chattin’ is a thing. It helps you feel not so left out.”

“Right…now sometimes I get nervous that Harry might want the same thing…but at the same time it would be really silly. He’s made a life for himself here.”

“I don’t see Harry goin’ back. He loves London and his family, but he’s better here, from what I’ve been told. If he really wanted to move back there, he would have after grad school.”

“You’re right.” You smile as her words put you at ease. “Well, I’m happy for you guys. It’ll really be a fresh start to your lives as a married couple.”

“Exactly! A whole new adventure.”

Harry and Louis both call you and Eleanor once they’ve landed. They check into their hotel, and have fun eating and drinking at the bar downstairs. What they didn’t know was that you had arranged for some other things for them. The game was two days away, so you had arranged a stadium tour for the two of them tomorrow.

They were both in awe as they got to walk through and listen to the history. Harry bought a new sweatshirt, and some other memorabilia. He finds a Wisconsin key chain he thinks you might like.

“Just a key chain?”

“I think she’s kill me if I got something that had the Packers logo on it.”

“Oh right, she’s really into the Patriots.”

“You have no idea.”

That night, they check out the night life, and have a great time just getting to spend time together one on one. It was rare, and they both enjoyed it.

“So, you’ve set the date and all that. You must be really excited.”

“We’re thrilled, mate. With you, uh, movin’ back and all, will you still have time to be my best man?”

“Of course! I may not be able to fly back for every little thing, but you’ve got me in your pocket if you wanna FaceTime me in. I’ll of course come for the bachelor party, that’s a given.”

“You better.” He laughs.

“Have you two asked Niall about officiating yet?”

“Not yet, I think when we get back we’re gonna take him to dinner. It’s hard gettin’ him alone now that him and Sarah are livin’ together.”

“Has Y/N decided who she wants her maid of honor to be yet?”

“No, she said she wants to talk to Rachel and Sarah about it. She doesn’t their feelings to get hurt if she chooses one over the other.”

“They should just make it like a rotation, so when they all get married some day they can take turns. Like if say Rachel is Y/N’s maid of honor, then Y/N could be Sarah’s, and then Sarah could be Rachel’s.”

“That’s what I think the conversation is going to look like. We’re goin’ cake tasting soon, that’ll be fun.”

“You’ll love that. It was a lot of fun for El and I.”

“You must be getting excited to make things official soon.”

“We’re very excited. Fred’s gonna look so cute walkin’ down the aisle with the rings. He tells me all the time how he’s gonna do it, and then when it comes over he struts around.” He laughs. “Here look.” He takes his phone out to show Harry a video.

“Oh my god, he’s too cute. I know it’s a lot of work, but I can’t wait to have one of my own.”

“How soon after you get married do you think you’ll get to work on that?”

“Pretty soon since the wedding is nearly two years away. I’ll already be twenty-eight, and she’ll be turnin’ twenty-seven that summer. I was hoping to start havin’ ‘em sooner than that, but she said when we go on our honeymoon we could start trying.”

“There’s really no rush for it, Harry. I love Freddie, but if I could’ve waited longer to start havin’ kids, I would have. Enjoy the time that you have less responsibility, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The boys cannot wait to get to the stadium again for the game. You had gotten them really good seats.

“She did a great job, if you weren’t already marrying her I’d say you’d need to wife her up immediately.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty amazing.” Harry sends you some pictures of them in front of the field, and it makes you smile.

This was the first trip where Harry wasn’t totally sad to be away from you, probably because he had his best friend with him. He missed you of course, but he was with the other person he liked spending his time with. You were having a great time with Eleanor too. She stayed home with Buster during the day while you were at work. You found her to be an incredible cook as well.

The Packers didn’t win their game, but it didn’t matter to Harry. He was just so thrilled that he finally got to see them play, and didn’t have to watch on the small screen of his phone. They had to catch their flight out almost immediately after the game ended. Harry and Louis couldn’t stop talking about the game almost the entire flight home. It was a great little trip. As they touched down in Boston, they couldn’t wait to get home to their girls.

“Night, El.” You yawn.

“You’re not waiting up for the boys?”

“It’s getting late, and I have to work tomorrow. Harry’ll come in when he gets home.” You smile.

Your period always exhausted you. You wanted to stay up a bit longer, but you knew you’d be a zombie tomorrow if you did. You were just about to fall into sleep when you heard the door creak open. Harry was tip toeing in, and you smile when you see him quietly go into the bathroom. He slips into bed with you and wraps himself around you. You sigh happily.

“You’re awake?” He whispers.

“Mhm. How was it?” You whisper.

“Amazing. I’ll come see yeh for lunch tomorrow to tell you all about it.”

“You and Louis had fun?”

“We had the best time, thank you so much.” He kisses your cheek and then your lips before settling back in to spoon you.

“You’re more than welcome.”

“The stadium tour was so cool. I can’t wait to show you the pictures I took.”

“I can’t wait either.” You adjust back against him, and you just feel so cozy. “Missed you, baby.”

“Missed you too, angel.”

It was a tough goodbye the next morning after breakfast, but so it goes. You let Buster go to work with Harry. He actually missed his daddy for a change.

“Hey, Harry’s having lunch with me today, just FYI.” You tell Niall once you’re at work.

“Alrighty.” He smiles. “They had a good time?”

“Mhm, I think they both really enjoyed it.”

“I knew they’d need the alone time. When Lou told me they were movin’ back home…well, I just knew they’d need to be together a bit. And now they have these nice memories.”

“Yup. So, what are you doing this weekend? Speaking of alone time, Harry and I have been craving some Niall time.”

“Just me?”

“Mhm.”

“Friday night is usually date night for Sarah and I, but I could probably do Saturday.”

“Great! We were thinking of just going out for a simple bite.”

“Cool, yeah, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind the alone time, or maybe her and Rachel could hang out.” He shrugs.

“Perfect! Just let me know once you confirm it.” You smile and leave his office.

Harry shows up at noon like he said he would, with Buster, and you two eat. He tells you all about the tour and shows you the pictures.

“Oh! And I got you a little key chain too.” He pulls it out of his pocket and hands it to you.

“Aw, thank you, sweetie.” You give him a peck on the lips and add the chain to your keys. “I love it.”

“I can’t thank you enough for putting all that together for us. It was a great few days.”

“It was my pleasure, Harry.” He stands up and puts his hands on your hips.

“You look really nice today.” You had a pencil skirt and a blouse on, nothing out of the ordinary.

“Thank you.” He kisses you and you kiss him back, but you press against his chest. “That’s enough of that.” You giggle.

“One of these days I’m gonna get you bent over this desk, just you wait and see.” He smirks.

“Mhm, sure. Niall said he might be able to go out with us Saturday night.

“Oh, great! I gotta go, I have a one o’clock. I’ll see you at home, love you.”

“Love you too.” You kiss one more time before he leaves with Buster.

Harry’s hands were on you the second he got through the door. He missed you so much, and your period was over, so you were game for whatever he wanted to do. He had you on top of the kitchen counter, your skirt bunched up at your hips, and was thrusting in and out of you. You hand one hand in his hair and one hand on his shoulder. Both gripping at him furiously.

“Feels so fuckin’ good.” He groans. You moan your response when you feel his fingers rub your clit. “Need you naked, now.” He pucks you up, staying inside you, and waddles down to your bedroom.

You can’t help but giggle, but you’re left whimpering when he pulls out to set you down. He unbuttons your blouse and gets everything off of you. He strips himself as well, and then he’s back inside of you, one of your legs over his shoulder to get in nice and deep.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out as he hits your g-spot.

“Right there, baby?”

“Yes! Right there! So good, Harry.”

He drives in deeper and faster, making your body start to shake. You moan out his name as you release around him. He drops your leg and gets closer to you. His chest flush with yours. Your nails run down his back as he rocks in and out of you. You wrap your legs around his waist, the two of you were as close as you possibly could be.

“Love you so much.” He says into your ear.

“Love you too.”

“Love you forever.” He groans. He was starting to come to his own release.

“Forever and ever, Harry.”

He loses it and grips one of your hands as he fills you up. Your fingers intertwine as you both catch your breaths. You move to cup his cheeks so you can kiss him. Your tongues mold together and you both just enjoy the taste of each other. He pulls out of you and lays next to you, his hand drawing shapes on your stomach.

“I mean it you know?” You look at him. “I’ll love you forever, Y/N.”

“Well I should hope so because I plan to do the same.” You lean down and kiss the tip of his nose.

He watches you get up and slip into the bathroom. He lays on his back with his arms behind his head. He had the life he always wanted and dreamed of. His career was a successful one, and he was going to marry the perfect woman. You were the person he had waited his whole life for. Every person he had been with prior was just his journey to you, and only you.

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ibijau · 4 years

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Oh yikes, that situation wtih Jin Zixun is a mess. I gotta ask - in the answers to asks you always mention that the turning point for lxc is seeing nhs dripping wet and get his first ever boner. Does he also realise that nhs is a person with a personality in a similar manner, like a punch, or does it come naturally?

lxc is too emotionally constipated when it comes to nhs for it to comes easily, but...

It takes a multitude of drops to create an ocean, but they're still drops, one after the other.

The first drop is a “no” said with a calm voice belied by clenched fists.

“My uncle orders it,” Lan Xichen insists, shocked by this rejection of his authority. “He suggested it to your brother who agreed. We are to meet every week and...”

“No,” Nie Huaisang repeats, with more assurance. “I won't do it. Da-ge did not tell me to. Your uncle did not tell me to. And I'm not listening to you.”

“You think I'd lie?”

Nie Huaisang hesitates, his fists nearly trembling from how hard he clenches them, and smirks.

“I think I don't care what you have to say,” he announces. “I think if your uncle has sometimes to tell me, he can say it himself. Until then, I'm not spending more time with you than I have to.”

Taken a back and feeling anger rise in him, Lan Xichen doesn't stop Nie Huaisang when the other boy simply leaves. It takes him a few minutes to calm down enough that he can go seek out his uncle to tell him what happened, but even after Lan Qiren has promised to handle this, something still stings.

Laughter rings from inside the cabin, just as Lan Xichen was about to knock on the door. It is loud and unashamed and a number of things that aren't quite allowed in the Cloud Recesses. There's several voices, but one catches Lan Xichen's attention more than the rest.

He's never heard Nie Huaisang's laugh before.

When the door opens, Nie Huaisang still has a grin on, although it drops when he sees Lan Xichen and turns into a grimace.

“Oh, right, it's today,” he sighs, before turning to the company he has. “Wei-xiong, Jiang-xiong, sorry but I actually have to go. Can we continue later? I'll come to your cabin as soon as I'm done with this.”

Lan Xichen stares at the two boys inside. It's a surprise that Nie Huaisang has managed to make friends already, when last year he awkwardly remained on his own except when Jin Zixun felt like bullying him. It's even more surprising that the friends he made are Wei Wuxian and Jiang Wanyin, who could have anyone they like as playmates. As they leave, the two boys bow to Lan Xichen and tease Nie Huaisang who takes it well and jokes back.

“I'm glad you're making friends,” Lan Xichen states as they walk back to his house together. “Or did you know them before they came here?”

Nie Huaisang hesitates, then shrugs.

“Your uncle says that we have to spend an incense stick's time together every week,” he says. “I'll talk to you when it's burning. Not before, not after.”

Lan Xichen flushes in anger, pinches his lips, and says nothing. It's not as if he wants to talk either, of course, but to be so rude about it was unnecessary.

Lan Xichen has to oversee a class after his uncle was called elsewhere at the last minutes. The students are told to work in small groups and practice etiquette quietly. Lan Xichen's hopes for studying his own lessons are quickly destroyed when Jin Zixuan says something that apparently annoys Wei Wuxian. It is not an uncommon occurrence, although so far they've luckily never come to blow yet.

They don't this time either.

Seeing them this upset, Nie Huaisang starts poking fun at them, in particular at Wei Wuxian who he starts mirroring with such exaggeration that the other boy soon forgets he was angry and starts laughing along. Jin Zixuan, clumsy but not stupid, simply rejoins his group and avoids anyone who isn't a Jin for the rest of the class.

“I'm told you play Go?” Lan Xichen asks during one of their weekly meetings.

Nie Huaisang looks at the incense stick burning nearby and shrugs.

“A little. Not good enough for Lan gongzi, I'm sure.”

“Would you like to try anyway?”

Again, Nie Huaisang glances at the incense, already half consumed.

“There's not enough time.”

Normally, Lan Xichen would get upset that his efforts at friendliness are being rejected again, and he would drop the matter. But with Nie Huaisang so unwilling to chat, those meetings are really more boring than they need to be, and he is actually curious about his fiancé's skill at the game. He's heard that Nie Huaisang can play on equal footing with Jiang Wanyin, whom Lan Xichen had a chance to play against, once, and whose skill surprised him.

“We can start the game now and continue next week. It would be more fun than just drinking tea and waiting for time to pass.”

That argument wins over Nie Huaisang, and they begin playing. Lan Xichen starts confident, but soon realises that what he's heard isn't just idle gossip. Nie Huaisang is a skilled player, forcing him to fight hard for victory.

In the end Lan Xichen loses, but he's not even upset about it. It has been a while since he's played such a thrilling game. And while they don't say it, he knows they're both shocked that they kept playing long after the incense burned down, too taken by the board to pay attention to anything else.

“Let's play again sometimes,” Lan Xichen suggests.

Nie Huaisang seems surprised by his eagerness, or perhaps by the fact that Lan Xichen takes his loss so well. Either way he smiles and nods almost hesitantly. For a brief moment, he looks more like the boy he was last year, shy and uncertain, but he doesn't linger around long enough for Lan Xichen to question it.

“Fighting is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses,” Lan Xichen scolds. “If there was a problem, you should have found a senior and asked them to handle the situation.”

Jiang Wanyin grabs his brother's wrist, probably his way to tell him to stay silent. Wei Wuxian pinches his lips but obeys, probably unwilling to add to the punishment he's already receiving with Lan Wangji.

No one is there to control Nie Huaisang though.

“And what would the senior have done?” he asks, glaring at Lan Xichen. “Listened to the bullies' lies before blaming that boy for making people want to tease him? There was nobody around, Lan gongzi, someone had to do something, and it had to be now.”

“Surely there had to be options other than violence,” Lan Xichen retorts.

“We tried talking first,” Jiang Wanyin intervenes. “But they were unwilling to let that boy go and he was crying. I hope Lan gongzi can see why we had to do something.”

“And I hope we won't be the only ones punished,” Nie Huaisang adds. “We can testify that they were taunting him. I think that's against quite a few rules, no?”

“The child says they were just playing,” Lan Xichen retorts, because two can play that game.

“Of course he'd say that. That's why we'll bear witness to what really happened, if it's needed. Gusu Lan believes in rules above all else, but Qinghe Nie will always stand for what's just.”

Lan Xichen glares at Nie Huaisang. It's not his fault if Jin Zixun was never punished for his abuse of others, he wants to say. It's not his fault if Nie Huaisang, like the boy today, was too terrified to stand up and blame his attackers. It's not his fault there were no other witnesses that time, no one but Lan Xichen himself who could so easily have been accused of being biased in favour of his fiancé.

“They will face proper punishment,” he promises. “And so will you. You will copy the rules of Gusu Lan in their entirety, and apologise before Grandmaster Lan for disrupting the peace.”

It's a light enough punishment as all three of them should know, especially after how many times Wei Wuxian has gotten in trouble already, but they still groan and complain. Nie Huaisang bemoans the pain he's sure to fill in his wrist he's sure to feel, until Wei Wuxian starts teasing him about something and they nearly get into a playful argument. Jiang Wanyin wisely stands to the side, rolling his eyes and trying not to smile.

Lan Xichen has to order them to calm down, but they still exchange amused glances after.

A few times, Lan Xichen catches glimpses of Nie Huaisang spending time with a young Lan boy. Usually they are just walking together and chatting, but once or twice, if the weather allows, they play Go in front of the Qinghe Nie cabin.

After been shown such favour by an older boy from a prestigious clan, that boy never gets bullied again. He shows his gratefulness by sometimes letting other children tag along with him now, other boys who startle too easily at the sight of older teenagers. Sometimes, he takes them to play with Nie Huaisang, who in returns brings along Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng.

When he hears about that, Lan Xichen feels something gnawing at his heart. It's an almost painful sensation, but it might not be a bad one.

Lan Xichen wakes up with a slight headache, and memories of a hand in his, of gentle words, of being kindly led to safety.

It doesn't mean anything, he tells himself as he lays in bed. They were in a viper's nest, they had already agreed to stand together and give the image of a united front so the Wens would know the alliance between Qinghe Nie and Gusu Lan is a strong one.

And still, that hand in his own, so warm.

There could have been other ways for Nie Huaisang to take him back to his uncle after he was made to drink, but he took his hand, a hand Lan Xichen now stares at, trying to call back the ghost of that touch.

It doesn't mean anything that Nie Huaisang took his hand, Lan Xichen knows that. It must just have been the most convenient option, and one that would further the impression of good feelings between them to the prying eyes of their enemies.

It doesn't mean anything.

Lan Xichen wants it to have meant something.

He wants everything that happened yesterday at Wen Chao's wedding to have meant something. He wants for Nie Huaisang to really smile at him this easily, to chat with him like they get along, to really be able to trust him, to take his hand not only out of necessity but because it is pleasant to both of them.

Lan Xichen sighs and closes his eyes again.

It had been inconvenient to realise that Nie Huaisang was, for lack of a better word, attractive, but this... this is much worse.

Lan Xichen sighs again, and curses himself for feeling this too late, when he has already ruined everything.

#xisang #nie huaisang #lan xichen #mo dao zu shi #worst engagement au #jau writes #madwriter223

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the-kings-of-games · 3 years

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SFW alphabet template: Kizunashipping

(slight NSFW, oops)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

They're very affectionate with each other, but it doesn't necessarily stands out. They like to do a lot of things quiet and/or privately. Like leaning against each other every chance they get, and always having to hold each other when sharing a bed.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It started when they were kids! Jack and Yūsei met each other first at Martha's orphanage and got close because they were both duelists and also had these rare, one-of-a-kind Synchros, and they felt that connection right when they found out about each other's dragon. Crow came a little bit after, and Jack picked picked him out for being so small, to which the bird said the equivalent of, "I'm seven, not a baby. Go away." Yūsei decided right then he liked Crow and asked to duel, and Crow was also really good too. The three of them stuck together like glue after that.

Individually, all three of them would make really good friends, though Jack might be a little more high matainence; however, like Yūsei and Crow, he highly values his friends and is grateful to them for being his life. Kizuna is very protective and supportive, and they only want to see their friends to be happy. They'd do anything they can to help.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

All three of them love to cuddle. Whenever one of them feels like cuddling, he'd just come into another's room, and space would be made for him on the bed. (This in particular when it comes to nightmares.) Words don't even need to be exchanged, this is a habit they developed while growing up. They shared the bed together a lot when they were with Martha.

Jack likes to be the one holding the others when cuddling because it tells him that he has them again and that they're there. Crow and Yūsei are smaller than him, so he can reach his arms over the both of them at the same time if he wants. He also likes it when either one of them are on him because he likes feeling their weight. Crow, on the other hand, likes being held and pressing his face against his brother's body, whether it's his shoulder or chest. He also likes to hold to, gripping a shirt or a tank top. He likes being able to take in his friend's scent. Yūsei is fine with anything as long as everyone's comfortable because he just likes being together. His only thing is probably that he enjoys naked cuddling a lot.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

The way they settle down post-series is that Yūsei buys a big house and invites Akiza and the twins to live with him, and Crow and Jack come home in-between tournaments, trips, and competitions as pro leaguers. They all have their own rooms, and Kizuna share beds whenever they feel like it. Everyone has a fair amount to chores to do and picks up after themselves, but he'll out each other if needed. There's less to do when more people are home.

During their time in Poppo Time, Jack takes care of cleaning upstairs (past the garage) and laundry; Crow with bookkeeping, shopping, and cooking; and Yūsei with cleaning the garage, keeping track of inventory, and keeping Missus Zora happy. When Bruno moves in, he takes over inventory and some of the cleaning and cooking.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

They die. The foundation of their relationship isn't romance or lust; it's family and friendship. Even if they stop sleeping together, or if time and space are wedged between them, they'll always still be each other's friend and brother. They'll still stick together. Their love for each other doesn't run out, it's just a part of who they are and who they are together. They're together because they want to be; if someone wants to leave, he can, but he won't.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

They already are very committed and dedicated to each other, so marriage isn't exactly the next big step. It's not necessary for them. After Neo Domino and the Satellite are finally one again, Jack suggests they go into their records and have them officially recognized as adopted brothers, so that covers the family-only restrictions that some places may have. ("That's the first good idea you've made in, like, forever. Who are you, and what have you done to Jack?" —Crow)

If they ever do something like a wedding, it'd be a small and another excuse to have everyone come over and hang out. (Not they need one.)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

They all can be gentle; they adore gentle. Physically, they do things like hold hands, cuddle, and linger in their touches. Crow likes to gives kisses and loves all forms of I love you. Yūsei looks adoring eyes. Jack is the most verbal of the three and quote passages he'd read (in the original language too). Emotionally, they're there for each other and can read each other pretty easily. They know a lot of each other's habit and how they think.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

They love to hug. As mentioned before, Jack loves to hold his brothers, so when he has the chance, he pulls Crow or Yūsei onto his lap and wraps an arm around their waist. Yūsei comes up from behind when Jack or Crow and wrap his arms too, pressing his cheek on their back. Crow's hugs are more of nurturing because he cradles you to his chest, his arms over your shoulders.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Well, they met as kids at Martha's orphanage and got close almost immediately. I'm going to say that it took a bit of time, maybe a year or so, because that was how long it took for Kizuna to acknowledge each other as family and to finally voice it. Yūsei said it first, when another orphan asked why he was so close to Jack and Crow. He replied, "Because we're best friends. They're like my brother and sister." (My 5D's Crow is afab and masculine leaning genderfluid, he didn't do he/him until age 10 so he was their sister the first three years they met.) Yūsei was a bit surprised when he said that, and he told Jack and Crow about it later.

"That's fine with me," Jack said. "I think of us as family too."

And Crow, overwhelmed with joy, was the first one to say it. "I love you. You make me forget what it's like to be alone," she told Jack and Yūsei right there and then, trying not to cry. "I've always wanted a family."

Since then, Crow loves saying I love you, and he's the one of the three who says it the most in those exact words. Yūsei and Jack have other ways of expressing their I love you; Jack quotes passages and says things that shows how much he loves, and Yūsei tells through his eyes and expressions.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

They're not exactly in an exclusive relationship. If they have someone else they're interested it, it's fine; again, the foundation of their relationship isn't found in romance or lust, it's family and friendship. They stay together because they want to be together, and whoever they bring into their lives won't upset the others. It's not as of they're replacing each other by having more people in their lives. Their worlds will always cross each other anyway.

Really, it's only really Crow who does things with other people. If he likes you, he'll ask to kiss you. (And he's a great kisser too. He's kissed many people.) If he wants to go any further, he will.

(There is a small amount of jealousy only when they see someone is hitting on one of them, especially Jack. He just doesn't like seeing people trying to suck up to his brothers with the intention of getting something out of them.)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Jack's kisses are the one that last the longest that it's borderline making out. He doesn't want to let go sometimes, and he sinks into the moment pretty easily. He likes to kiss lips and shoulders, and likes to be kissed on the chin, cheeks, and arms.

Crow's kisses are plenty, little pecks and butterflies because he's playful. He's the least patient so he always wants to put in another kiss before you have to go or he does. He likes to kiss faces, and likes to be kissed on the back of his neck and breast.

Yūsei's kisses are light and lingering, like a ghost passing by. He is persistent but stays long enough that when he pulls away, it's like he's still there. He likes to kiss lips, inner arms and thighs, and backs, and likes to be kissed on the hands and forehead.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

They're really good around kids. They learned a lot while growing up at the orphanage because they took care of the younger kids and Martha taught them everything she knew. They see kids like younger brothers and sisters, so they are very much big brother figures. They each have their own way of wowing and entertaining kids, and they'd throw themselves in front of a train if it meant protecting a kid. Kizuna thinks every kid should be smiling and happy.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Jack's usually up at the same time every morning. (He likes routine.) But it doesn't necessarily means he gets out of bed soon after. No, the morning he wakes up after sharing the bed for the night, Jack likes to stay and watch his brothers continue to sleep. He fixes the blanket and pillows if they're out of place. Next would be Crow some time later, and he sees Jack is awake so he turns to him for a morning kiss. (Their breath might be terrible, but they don't notice.) Their kiss is soft and slow, reaching a natural pace. The little noises they make is enough to wake Yūsei up, and he pulls closer, waiting his turn.

When they are satisfied, they finally leave the bed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sometimes, it's quiet; sometimes, it's lively. Sometimes, they're together; sometimes, they spend it alone. It's based on their mood.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Again, they met as kids, so they kind of told each other everything, mostly in the passing; however, they end up keeping their biggest insecurities from each other, like Crow only finding out about Yūsei's wish that he was never born in his duel against Roman (canon), or Crow keeping the fact that he felt so left behind when Jack and Yūsei left Satellite for the first time. I suppose it's because they try not to burden each other while saying they'd help shoulder anything the other is carrying.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Crow and Jack and rule each other up easily, and they argue together the most. Yūsei is harder to piss off, but he does get exasperated by his brothers fighting. (Pissing him off requires being a little shit that knows his weak points, and Crow is that kind of brother.)

When it comes to other people, they are bit more patient. Crow doesn't take shit lying down, but if he knows it's his fault, he'll accept the consequences. Jack is a bit more stubborn and kind acts like he can get a free pass when it comes to faux pas. Yūsei, again, it difficult to piss off, that is unless someone is hurting/insult his friends and cards. Despite his "calm and mature" nature, he's the one who holds grudges the worst.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about [each other]? Do they remember every little detail [ ] mention[ed] in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Jack remembers dates the best because he does best with time management and likes these kind of details. Crow remembers what they need and should have. Yūsei remembers things he'd observed and heard. Collectively, they all good at remembering, amongst other things, each other's likes and dislikes, embarrassing childhood stories, habits.

The reason they don't forget much about each other is because they grew up together, so all of this is second nature.

R = Remember (What is [one of] their favorite moment[s] in [their] relationship?)

For Crow, it's the time they first kissed. Some boy came up to her and kissed her on the lips, and so she punched him and gave him a black eye. It really upset her because kissing someone on the lips meant you liked them and wanted to have a family together. She did not want that boy. Jack said, "It doesn't have to count if your don't want it to." Hearing that, Crow decided she wanted one that counted, and Jack and Yūsei gave in quickly to cheer her up. She had them kiss too.

For Jack, it's when they finally came back together again, after he made the mistake of leaving everything he knew and loved behind for fame and glory. Majestic Star Dragon saved them from falling to their deaths and carried them back home to Satellite, and they made their dream of uniting with City come true. And Crow and Yūsei forgave him.

For Yūsei, it's the time he and Jack first met Crow because the look on Jack's face was so funny. Not many of the other kids could confront Jack back then with his mildly inflated ego and his great dueling skills, so it was a good idea to befriend the one kid who didn't tolerate being pushed around, even if you're better than her at something. Yūsei thinks he made a good choice that day.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect [each other]? How would they like to be protected?)

They're pretty protective of each other, a lot of their protectiveness is shown through support. They just don't let one brother face the consequences on his own, even if it is his fault. They refuse to let each other be treated badly too; however, they understand that sometimes, one of them must face the issue head-on, but the other two will always be right behind him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Not much; it's enough to just stay home and relax in each other's presence. They'll go out too, but those are mostly impromptu or spur of the moment. They don't have to have reasons to put in effort. Dates are important (birthdays, visits, etc.), but anniversaries not so much. They've been together since they were kids so a lot of things are hard to pinpoint. Gifts are more because they thought of each other and less because they have an obligation to fulfill.

Nobody is allowed to slack off on everyday tasks because Martha raised them right.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Yūsei easily loses track of time and assumes he'll catch himself the next time. (He doesn't.) Jack spends like he's still being sponsored by companies. Crow tells Akiza things that should be kept in the bedroom. Yūsei sweats a lot, and grease and oil don't make it better. ("Take a shower!" —Jack) Jack spends way too much time in the bathroom. Crow sometimes forget to add spices when cooking.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not really. Crow has a lot of confidence in himself, Yūsei doesn't care about what people think, and Jack knows he looks great.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without [each other]?)

A little, yeah. They'd miss each other very much when they're apart and wish they were together again constantly. Yūsei gets really good at waiting for Jack and Crow to come home.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

(Slightly NSFW, I don't know how to follow rules.) After their daughter, Sky (my Kizuna OC baby), Jack and Yūsei kind of has an impregnation kink (because Sky is beautiful and who would say not to more baby birds running around? Not those two). They might tease Crow about it when things get hot and heavy, and Crow calls them perverted for it. Jack wants a boy next so he can have both a princess and a prince, and he hopes that if they do have another kid, it'll look like Yūsei next. Yūsei is fine with whatever, he likes taking care of kids and a pregnant Crow.

Crow says if he gets pregnant again, he'll castrated the both of them. ("Listen, labor hurt more than real battle damage, and it lasted for tweleve hours. If you want any kid, you carry it." —Crow)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

They wouldn't like someone who actively hates/dislike children, or someone who tries to take advantage of others, especially those who should be helped and protected. They wouldn't like anyone who don't respect or treat their cards well (especially Yūsei).

Jack wouldn't like it if Crow stopped nagging him or if Yūsei got hurt. Yūsei wouldn't like it if Jack decided to cut ties again or if Crow stopped saying I love you. Crow wouldn't like it if ether Jack or Yūsei stopped loving him entirely.

Z = Zzz (What [are some] sleep habits of theirs?)

Crow likes being in the middle and to cocoon in blankets. Jack produces heat the most so he doesn't really use a blanket. Yūsei mumbles in his sleep. They also end up right next to each other no matter how much space they put between each other beforehand. Crow likes to hugs pillows too. Instead of counting Scapegoats, Jack likes to count the circles he caresses into his brother's skin. Yūsei is always the last one to fall asleep for one reason or another.

#yugioh #yugioh 5ds #crow hogan #yusei fudo #jack atlas #kizunashipping #kingcrabshipping #squabbleshipping #markedshipping #i love this ship so much #doing these things really helps me flush out the ship and the characters #practice practice practice #Flame muses

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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 3 years

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Hi I would love to request one of those sfw alphabets for last boss? loved the one with niragi and your writing style is so good! <333

Yes of course! I never thought to add Last Boss onto my masterlist so I’ll do it now so if anyone wants something written for him just let me know! 😘

SFW Alphabet | Last Boss

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

{Main Masterlist}

Character: Takatora Samura

Genre: fluff

Samura gif credit

*based in the borderland, not in real life

A - Affection

(How affectionate are they? How would they show affection?)

I have a feeling he doesn’t enjoy affection all that much

He doesn’t hate it, but he wouldn’t ever really ask for it

His love language would be more words of affirmation

So by showing his love and care for you, he would say it through words and compliments

And you would be able to tell he means it seriously, because he’s honestly not much of a talker

Probably only does it when it’s the two of you though

He would become shy in front of anyone else

B - Best Friend

(How would they be as a best friend?)

He’d be the quiet yet feisty friend

If you are a more louder personality, you two would get along really well

He wouldn’t open up much to you, but he would honestly trust you with his life

He’d definitely not leave your side during games

Like he would be right on your tail the entire time

He’d be quite inseparable from you

Like no matter where you went, he would always be standing right nearby

If anyone was caught giving you a hard time, no matter who, he would make their life flash before their eyes

C - Cuddles

(Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He would actually not mind cuddles that much

He wouldn’t be shy to do it in front of other people

Like sometimes he would push your head down on his shoulder when you’re sitting together

Or he would put his head in your lap and talk about random topics when you were alone together

He’d just need some small affection sometimes after completing a cruel game

D - Domestic

(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking at cleaning?)

He’s not really one to settle down quickly in terms of moving in together

That kind of domestic stuff doesn’t cross his mind a lot

And he also is quite bad at communication, so you would never really know how he would feel about simple things like moving into the same room together

I feel like he would just go along with whatever you would want

He’s not fussed about it

But when it comes to things like cleaning your shared room

You would end up doing most of that

Because he would be quite busy around The Beach, so he’d expect you to cut him some slack

E - Ending

(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would be a very quiet break up

If he was to break up with you, it would be very careless and unempathetic on his side

He’s not the best with emotions, but I think he wouldn’t do something unless he was completely sure about it

Afterwards, he would pretend like nothing between you ever happened

He’s cruel when it comes to it

If you broke up with him, I think he would try his best to act like he didn’t care

But deep down, he would be devastated

F - Fiancé(e)

(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’d probably think about being married to you a lot

And how it would be like

He’d always talk to you about it, not trying to bring up the fact that he wants to marry you

Would always mention what you would do together if you managed to return to the real world

So he wouldn’t be rushed, but he would think about it a lot

He’s very committed to you, even if he doesn’t outwardly express it

G - Gentle

(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s actually so gentle

Wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you if you didn’t want him to

Physically, he would avoid making sudden contact with you out of fear of frightening you

So you would feel quite safe around him, because he knows your boundaries

Sometimes you would have to reassure him that he doesn’t have to ask to put his hand around your waist

Emotionally, he would try his absolute best

He’s not the best with emotions, but if he was to see you cry in front of him, it would make him so upset

But I think he would be very good at making you feel valid and loved

He has a way with words, so hearing him spill compliments and affection out to you would always be the best way to cheer you up

H - Hugs

(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He’s not big on hugs

He would probably only ask for them if he was feeling down

Or when he sees you return from a game safe and sound

But in general, he wouldn’t initiate them much

It’s not that he’s shy, he’s just not a physically affectionate person

He does have a weird love for back hugs though

Whether you hug him from behind or he hugs you, he enjoys them much more than he wishes he did

I - I Love You

(How fast do they say the L-word?)

It would take him a very long time

He wouldn’t feel like he’d have to say it

He would assume that you already know that he loves you

The first time he would ever say it out loud would’ve been in a rather stressful situation

Like if he volunteered to do a dangerous part of a game, he would quickly turn around to you and just blurt it out

He thought he was going to die, so he wanted to say it just in case you didn’t already know

J - Jealousy

(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s actually such a jealous person

Always gets jealous over the smallest of things

Even something as simple as someone placing a hand on your shoulder, or giving you a hug

But he’s the silent jealous

So he doesn’t say anything, he would just pull you to his side to kind of indicate he wasn’t happy

Or he would lean his head against yours, just to show the person that you were his

K - Kisses

(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

A good mix of loving and rough kisses

Kind of like his cold and mysterious personality

But he would get so nervous when it came to kissing you

But would kind of just go for it?

Like the first time he kissed you was very sudden

He grabbed your jaw and just smashed his lips onto yours, taking you by surprise

His favourite place to kiss you would be simply be the crown of your head

His favourite place that you kiss him would be his cheek

Nice and sweet, and never fails to make him smile

L - Little Ones

(How are they around children?)

No, doesn’t like children

They’re loud and high maintenance

He enjoys his quiet time

And I also think he’s probably a bit awkward around kids

Like he doesn’t know how to look after them or talk to them

So he would always put off the idea of having kids

Maybe one day, but not soon

M - Morning

(How are mornings spent with them?)

You always wake up hugged tight to his chest

Probably overheating, because he just doesn’t let you go

You’d have to poke him until he wakes up

So you would both get out of bed at the same time

I can see him and his S/O going out on little mornings strolls around the hotel, just before everyone else wakes up

N - Night

(How are nights spent with them?)

Late nights

You both would sit outside on the balcony, wrapped in each others warmth while enveloped with a thick blanket

Watching the stars in the sky and pointing at different constellations

Samura would always get so infatuated when you spoke about all the different patterns in the sky

I can imagine the scene exactly hold on

Samura sitting on a deck chair with a pillow underneath him and you sitting on his lap laying your back against his chest. You have a grey fluffy duvet from your bed pulled over both of you and Samura has his chin tucked on your shoulder, watching your face with heart eyes as you point up at the sky and talk about the stars and moon

O - Open

(When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

I can actually see him opening up eventually

It takes him a while, but when he realises that he can trust you with basically anything, he opens up

Tells you about his past, as how he ended up in the Borderland

But in terms of general things, he would bring it up randomly in conversation

But for more deeper subjects, he would prefer to sit you down and speak with you

Probably gets a little teary when speaking about his negative emotions, but is so happy to have you there to comfort him

P - Patience

(How easily angered are they?)

He’s impossible to make angry

Literally, whatever you do, he would never raise his voice or even show a hint of agitation

He’s the most chill person you would ever come across

Never gets involved in any arguments, prefers to sit back and watch it unfold rather than become involved

The most he would ever show that conveyed emotion would probably be an eye roll

But even that was towards Niragi, so it was understandable

Q - Quizzes

(How much do they remember about you?)

He probably knows everything

Surprisingly, he remembers everything you tell him

Sometimes he would bring it up again in conversation days later and you would always be shocked that he remembered

He may be quiet, but usually quiet people listen the most anyway

R - Remember

(What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite moment he ever spent with you would probably when you both snuck away from a game and spent a night in Tokyo

You both didn’t have to play the game because your visa wasn’t ending for days, so you went against Hatter’s rules and decided to have some fun

Samura watched you as you ran through the empty streets, yelling out random phrases and laughing at the echo

He could’ve literally watched you for hours, you were that entertaining

He loved this moment because it was the first time he had seen you truly happy since he met you

As well as you were able to make him smile for the first time in years

S - Security

(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He would only become protective when it came to your safety at games

Only during times when he was scared you would get hurt would be show his protective side

Would always throw himself in front of you though, no matter what the threat was

But nothing was going to get passed him and his katana sword

So you felt safe

But he would absolutely love it if you backed him up and defended him if anyone was ever giving him shit at The Beach

Like if Hatter/Aguni were ever giving him too much stress or pressure, you would always confront them about it

T - Try

(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Definitely puts a lot of effort

Tries his absolute best on special days

On anniversaries, he would try to find something in Tokyo to give to you

But if he couldn’t, he would maybe draw or make you something

He wants to make the best impression on you, as well as show that he cared enough that he wanted you to stay with him

U - Ugly

(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can sometimes be very emotionally unavailable

You can probably already tell that he’s not the most emotional person

Or the most empathetic

But at some points it would get frustrating because you just want him to understand how your feeling

But he just wouldn’t get that

He’d try his best to understand, but would always fall a bit short

V - Vanity

(How concerned are they with their looks?)

I feel like he is quite concerned about his looks

I mean considering he shaved his head and tattooed his entire body to look more threatening

He wouldn’t be overly insecure, but he would always keep shaving his hair so it doesn’t grow out again

Regarding clothes, he doesn’t care

He’d wear anything, as long as he can freely move in it

W - Whole

(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I think he would get very dependant on his S/O

At first he would refuse to become attached, but over time he would realise how badly he wanted love

So losing you would be a tipping point for him

He would lose all faith in happiness, believing that he was to never escape the Borderland and that he would never be happy again in his life

Probably becomes just like Niragi, mindless killing machine with no sense of morality

X - Xtra

(A random headcanon for them.)

I actually think he’d be very good at drawing

Like realism drawing

So he has a sketchbook in his room that is filled with so many drawings of people all around The Beach

It would be so messy, pages sticking out everywhere and random added bits of paper just shoved in the book

But would love drawing you out of all people

Probably has a whole little folder of drawings of you

Sadly though, I think he would paint a big red X over the drawings of people that have died

Y - Yuck

(What would be some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t like people who care too much

He doesn’t have a huge care for a lot of things

So he would view very opiniated and overly caring (not in a nice to other people way, but in that they worry about minor things) people quite annoying

In general, he hates swimming

You would never be able to get him in that pool at The Beach no matter how hard you tried

Z - Zzz

(What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He becomes very paranoid when he’s asleep, being worried if something was to happen to you

That’s why he keeps you hugged really close to him, almost suffocating you in his chest and the blankets

You would literally be so close to him you would disappear

Wakes up at the slightest of noise

Some nights when he was really anxious, he wouldn’t sleep at all

He would just keep you close and stroke your hair to keep you feeling safe and asleep

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland imagine #alice in borderland imagines #alice in borderland headcanons #alice in borderland scenarios #aib #aib imagine #aib imagines #aib headcanons #aib scenarios #last boss #last boss headcanons #last boss imagines #takatora samura #samura headcanons #samura imagines

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ko-chan-the-blueberry-donut · 4 years

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Requiem 4

Hey everyone! I hope everyone is enjoying this story! Sorry it took me a little longer. I’ve been falling asleep more frequently. I wish I didn’t feel so tired all the time… the doctors think I have narcolepsy but I won’t be able to get tested until everything is open.

Disclaimer: I don’t own My Next Life as a Villainess.

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Gerald Stuart prided himself on being able to read his fiancée, Katarina Claes, very well. He had known her since she was eight, had known her the longest out of all her friends, and was engaged to her. He knew her likes and dislikes, what made her upset, what made her smile—Gerald was sure he could write a book simply on Katarina’s ‘katarisms’ within a day and have it published within the week.

So when Gerald had visited the Claes manor to see his fiancée, he immediately knew something was off when he saw her.

“Sister! Please put on something more proper!” Keith cried as Katarina raced up to greet Gerald in a strange outfit with… a surprisingly short length skirt. He felt his cheeks flush at the sight of her shapely legs.

“It’s fine, Keith! Mother says I can wear this around the mansion! What do you think, Prince Gerald? I think it’s great!” Katarina was expressive as usual, and if he wasn’t versed in how she was, he would’ve fell for it, but Gerald zeroed in on Katarina’s face. Her smile was there, but her eyes—they had a melancholy look in them. It was like she was about to cry, whether in joy or sadness, Gerald didn’t know, but the distant gleam in her eyes, as if she was here, but not, made Gerald pause.

Something was wrong, and this made Gerald very alarmed.

“Katarina…” Gerald murmured, concerned. He raised a hand to her cheek, and Katarina blinked, confused. “Are you okay?”

For a moment, a small second, Katarina appeared as if she was about to cry. She bit her lip, as if she was holding something inside, but soon she was smiling again, and the moment was gone.

“Of course I’m okay, Prince Gerald! You’re starting to sound like Keith—he’s been fretting over me too!” Katarina laughed. Keith and Gerald watched her, waiting for her to crack, for her to come clean about what was on her mind.

But it never came.

And that worried them more.

“Just because Mother gave you permission to wear those strange clothes doesn’t mean you should be wearing them everywhere, Sister.” Keith sighed. Katarina patted his arm.

“It’s fine, Keith! Maybe when I go to the Ministry of Magic with Mother, she’ll let me get more fabric for more clothes!” Katarina was excited, sparkles in her eyes at the thought of wearing more clothes like she wore in her past life.

“You’re going to the Ministry of Magic?” Gerald inquired, raising a brow. Katarina nodded.

“Yeah! Mother says she wants to take me! I don’t know why though! Maybe a job opportunity?” Katarina wondered.

“There’s no need for that, Katarina. After graduation we’d be getting married, remember?” Gerald pointed out, gently smiling.

“Oh! You’re right! Then I don’t know…” Katarina trailed off.

“You know, Sister would be much more suited for working than being Queen anyway.” Keith’s eyebrow twitched.

“Oh really? Actually as Queen she’ll be quite busy.” Gerald’s smile twitched. Katarina watched them both with a smile.

‘They get along so well! Maybe I should arrange for them to hang out more!’ Katarina grew excited at the prospect.

“Katarina?” Gerald’s voice called her out of her musing.

“Uh yes, Prince Gerald?” Katarina jolted. Gerald grasped one of her hands with his affectionately.

“I would like to join you on this outing, if that’s alright with you.” Gerald had a distinct suspicion this meeting with the Ministry was important—his gut telling him he should go to be there in case she needed protection.

“I-I’ll go too, Sister! This way Mother and you will have more support with whatever you’re doing!” Keith was quick to chime in. He eyed the third prince with a glare, but Gerald wasn’t phased. Katarina was what mattered the most.

“Oh! That’s a good idea, Keith!” Katarina praised him. She clapped her hands together. “What if we invite everyone? Maria said she was thinking of applying to the Ministry of Magic, and I’m sure Nicol would love to see all the ancient archives!”

“Whatever you want.” Gerald and Keith told her, just happy she was normal again. They listened as Katarina babbled excitedly about getting everyone together.

“Oh! I should go tell Mother we’ll have everyone coming with us! Excuse me!” Katarina bid them farewell and hurried into the Claes manor. Gerald and Keith watched her go with smiles. However, when she was out of sight, they sobered immediately.

“Something’s wrong.” Gerald said.

“I tried getting her to tell me, but she just said she was fine and waved me off.” Keith told him. “But that look in her eyes…”

“It looks like she’s about to fall apart at the seams.” Gerald finished for him. He turned to Keith, serious. “Did your mother say why they were going to the Ministry?”

“No. She just told Sister to be ready soon, but Mother appeared to be very conflicted, like a lot was on her mind.” Keith answered. Gerald’s expression turned pensive.

“Has she ever been like this before? Katarina I mean.” Gerald asked Keith. Keith furrowed his eyebrows, thinking.

“My sister’s always been a little strange… sometimes I’d catch her muttering in a strange language when she’s talking to herself. I’ve caught her writing in a notebook in also a strange language, but when I asked to see it, she freaked out and kept switching between language—like she was so flustered and scared her brain couldn’t focus. I never wanted to terrify her like that again, so I never asked about the notebook, but I know she hides it somewhere in her room. I just thought it was a diary…” Keith recalled a young Katarina rambling frantically, trying to get him to forget about the book. Keith appeared more troubled the more he remembered. “When I was getting adopted by Father, he mentioned something about Sister having night terrors like I did so he thought we’d bond. I tried asking her about those, but she just said they were gone now that I was there, so I didn’t need to worry. I thought I was special then—I made Sister’s night terrors go away, but I can’t help but wonder… sometimes I find she has dark circles under her eyes, like she’s been having bad dreams, and I wonder if that’s really true they’re gone.”

“Sometimes she’d say things—strange things like she needed to learn how to survive in case she ever gets exiled one day.” Gerald added his own two cents. “I’d ask her what she had meant, and she would startle, realizing who she was talking to, and immediately say it was nothing. I don’t think she’d ever meant to say that to me…” Gerald explained. “I thought it was just her being silly because how could Katarina ever think she was going to be exiled? She had to know I cared about her, that I would never let that happen. I’d sooner kill myself than causing her the pain of banishing her.”

“I’d kill you first.” Keith frowned. Gerald gave him a look before sighing.

“I wonder… does this have anything to do with her trying to break off our engagement all the time?” Gerald mused to himself. Keith raised an eyebrow.

“Sister tried breaking her engagement off?” Keith was confused.

“Unfortunately. She would say things like when I found someone else to love, she wouldn’t stand in the way. I just thought it was because she didn’t know how I felt about her, but I can’t shake the feeling there’s something bigger going on here. Something she’s not telling me…”

Keith observed his rival, and saw he was truly distressed by something bothering Katarina to the point it was affecting her mental state—just as distressed as him.

Before he could say anything, however, the object of their discussion was running towards them.

“Keith! Prince Gerald! Good news! Mother said we can invite everyone! Let’s let them know right away!” Katarina called.

“Of course, Katarina.” Gerald smiled.

“It will be fun, Sister.” Keith smiled as well. Katarina paused, watching them.

“Are… are you two okay?” Katarina asked. She placed her hands on both their foreheads. Keith and Gerald both felt their heartbeats speed up at her touch. “You don’t feel warm.” She noted.

Gerald gave a little laugh, grasping her hand as she was pulling them away from their foreheads. Keith watched in envy that he could touch Katarina so freely.

“You know me, I can be a bit protective.” Gerald told her, smiling tenderly. Katarina smiled in return.

“Don’t worry, Prince Gerald! I’ll protect you from any wayward snakes!” Katarina promised, probably not realizing what Gerald meant, but Gerald was fine with this, used to it, and laughed softly.

“I’ll hold you to it.” He grinned.

“Sister, let’s prepare the letters to invite everyone.” Keith interrupted them, eyeing Gerald sternly. He gave Katarina a gentle smile. “They’ll all be excited to hear from you.”

“You’re right, Keith! We have to hurry! We’ll be going to the Ministry soon after all!” Katarina replied.

“Yes… soon” Keith echoed.

He was sure they would have more answers after that.

He hoped more than anything.

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There’s chapter 4! Sorry the chapters are so short! My sleep disorder makes it harder to write longer chapters, so I try to compensate with shorter chapters and quicker updates if my health allows it.

#katarina claes #catarina claes #gerald stuart #keith claes #katarina x everyone #katarina x gerald #gerald x katarina #keith x katarina #katarina x keith #my next life as a villainess #hamefura #shit's gonna hit the fan

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funkymbtifiction · 3 years

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Hello, Charity!! Based on your latest posts about toxic relationships with best friends, I think I might be in need of your advice. You probably won’t remember me, but I sent you a submission months ago describing my best friend’s issue regarding her own relationship with her fiancé and how I couldn’t comprehend how did she put up with all of that instead of just… you know, quitting.

[...] We hardly talk, because she has been really avoidant these past six or seven weeks (the famous 9 disappearing act) and when she suddenly starts texting me, two or three times a day, it’s to ignore my other “normal” texts and to complain ENDLESSLY about how MISERABLE and TIRED she is.

[...] it deeply pisses me off when somebody has an easily solvable problem and WON’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. She is not in love with this guy, she won’t stop texting me how much she hates him for verbally mistreating her, how much she is tired from the chores she has to do all by herself because he won’t move a finger and for having to basically provide for him, because he is not working since the pandemic started, and how she wishes she had a different like, with a different person. I know, it’s a toxic relationship, and I have tried all I could to convince her that she should just break up, but she won’t....

I’m sorry that you (and she) are having to deal with this. It’s always sad to see someone deeply miserable who won’t do anything about it or save themselves.

It sounds like your friend has a strong 6 fix; I recognize the 6 and 9 pattern of “aggressive complaining but not wanting to fix the problem and feeling like they can’t fix it.” It ties into the 6′s sense of loyalty -- it’s why a 69/96 will stay in a bad relationship that gives them nothing in return (especially if they are a 269 tritype) out of a sense of super ego “loyalty” and duty but wind up endlessly complaining about it. It’s a combination of 9ish apathy (”better get used to this, it’s all you’ll get out of life”) and 6ish anxiety (”I don’t want to be alone...”) competing with their unhappiness. Both types are separated from their emotions -- so their heart says “I don’t like this, I don’t want it” but they are ignoring it because to do otherwise will upset everything (9) or talking themselves into giving it another chance (6).

I can speak from experience because... I struggle with this a lot. Reaching a point of unhappiness in a relationship that is unequal and wanting out of it, but not knowing how to do that without causing upheaval that would cause my 9 deep anxiety -- even the THOUGHT of a confrontation / break up / fight makes me anxious enough to just ‘tolerate it’ while complaining to family and friends about my unhappiness and lack of satisfaction. Over and over, I hear “just dump their ass,” but... that seems “mean,” and what if I am being too hard on them, and maybe we can work it out (9ish idealism)? So I have total sympathy for your friend in that regard -- it’s way easier to be the friend off to the side saying, “Look, this person treats you like trash, and I am sick of hearing you complain and do nothing... so get rid of them,” and to have to be the person who looks someone in the face and says, “We are done. Get out of my house.” Because that person is going to argue, scream, cry, beg, or become verbally abusive, and cause the person doing it deep anxiety. It’s like setting an emotional bomb off in your living room, and 9s want to avoid that at all costs.

Your friend has to learn that she has POWER. To say no. To get rid of people who do not make her happy and feel no guilt in walking away (that’s hard). To recognize she has to take control over her own life, because no one else will. That being alone is better than having a relationship that is not satisfying or equal, where both people pull the weight. But you can’t tell her this, she won’t listen. It must reach a crisis point where she’s finally sick of it enough to DO SOMETHING about it. It’s really hard to break through super ego defenses (”I should...”) and allow yourself, as a super ego or compliant type, to say, “You know what? ‘I don’t like this’ is a good enough reason to quit.” Because for superego types (you know this, as a 2, you are also one) it’s hard to just quit, without coming up with reasons why you should stay.

Regarding her ignoring your texts and just focusing on her own unhappiness -- as her friend, you have a choice. To put up with it or to quit. Only you can decide if you want to tolerate this indefinitely or not. Just like she has a choice in staying with her fiance even if she doesn’t want him, you have a choice in staying her friend even if she doesn’t make you happy. I suspect that right now, this is preoccupying her, because the wedding is so close, and she knows she is tying herself to someone she isn’t sure about, and she is over-reacting and maybe even blowing his faults out of proportion (projection, paranoia, accusation, and vilifying someone you are disappointed in for not being a saint is also something 6s do)... and this may calm down in a few weeks once they’re married. Or it may not. It depends on her. She may go back to being the fun friend you love, or she might become this way permanently due to her own unhappiness.

I’m sorry. I hope things get better for both of you.

#question #enneagram #enneagram 6 #enneagram 9 #submission

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 209

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The problem with supernatural senses was the ability to hear everything. Lance sympathised with Keith, cringing in second hand embarrassment for how his fiancé tried to talk to Pidge. Keith’s awkwardness was a thing of legend. There were a lot of “ums” in his sentence, and he’d twice assured Pidge “that it was okay if she didn’t want to”, before he finally asked if they could talk. The pair of them heading into the house as Hunk kept his eye on them.

“Catching” Hunk staring, Lance decided to say fuck it to manners. Hunk wasn’t upsetting Pidge on purpose. Shay wasn’t upsetting Pidge on purpose. They just weren’t quite clicking and though it wasn’t his place to say it, he didn’t want Pidge to feel left out because her best friend was dating the woman of his dreams

“Hunk, what’s up?”

“Pidge just went off with Keith... I thought they were going to check on Shiro and Curtis... I’m just... uh, I’m kind of wondering why they left”

Scratching the back of his head, Hunk stumped the other “adults” at the table. Allura and Coran both nursing empty tea cups, with Krolia kicked back and holding her half empty beer near her stomach

“It’s nothing to be worried about. They’ll be fine”

“Yeah, but... Dude, don’t you think she’s been acting weird lately? She doesn’t message me as much as she used to, and she didn’t defend how useful UV light could be to hunting vampires”

Hunk took the bait. Sure, Lance had been leading him

“Keith noticed Pidge isn’t happy and he’s gone to have a chat and make sure she’s okay”

Hunk gaped at him. Lance would have chuckled at his friend’s surprise if he hadn’t squashed his ego down. He didn’t want to hurt Hunk, nor did he particularly enjoy the conversation they needed to have. Shay pressed her lips together for half a moment in thought, before breaking her silence

“I can’t remember anything that would have upset her. Are you sure she’s upset?”

“Pidge is learning how much adulting sucks. We’re all in relationships now. We don’t do the fun things we used to do together. We don’t have games night anymore. We don’t hunt. Her best friend is moving in with his girlfriend and she wants to be involved. You guys haven’t done anything technically wrong, she just misses the old times. She’d decapitate me for the hell of it if she heard me. She’s feeling a little insecure right now, but Keith’ll calm her down”

Hunk immediately teared up. Nooo. Not Hunk tears. Whenever Hunk got teary, he did too

“I didn’t... I didn’t realise”

The first tear rolled down Lance’s cheek, causing him to sigh at himself mentally. He was so weak when it came to Hunk tears

“That’s because you haven’t done anything wrong. I’d be mad if you had and my face wound be all scary. Everyone grows and changes. Keith and I can hardly deny we’re very focused on each other. It’s really easy to do when you’re in love. Maybe at the end of the night you could suggest a games night? Or you could have her look at properties with you? She’d probably be able to blackmail the realestate agent into giving you cheaper rent...”

“I didn’t...”

“Dude, I know. I’m in no position to talk either. I let her down too. I let all of you guys down. I love you, bro. I love her, too. You guys are my family. Pidge just needs a little reassurance your still best friends for life... I kind of hope they’re not inside too long, I need to pee... I can’t wait for this pregnancy to be over... I want to meet them already”

Allura placed her hand on his shoulder

“I’m sure they’ll be here soon. We all can’t wait to meet them. You and Keith shall be amazing parents”

“Yeah. It’s going to be weird not having them inside me anymore...”

Lance loved it when they moved. He loved resting his hands on his belly and feeling them moving. Already so full of life. He loved belly rubs from Keith, and the way Keith cuddled into his stomach, peppering kissed to his stretched skin as if trying to kiss their twins through it. But everything else was getting too much. The joint pain. The fatigue. The constant heavy feeling in his chest. The last week of feeling constantly ill. His stupid yoyoing ego that couldn’t understand how a pregnancy had weakened him so much. The fits of anger. His overly active sense of smell. He was tired... and tired of waiting... but he... he also wanted to wait until he went into labour naturally so he could keep feeling them inside of him. For years he’d wondered how it’d feel to be human again. To fall in love and do all the other amazing things humans did... He’d never felt more human than in the last month of his pregnancy. He wasn’t sure he could mentally cope with his ego if he and Keith did chose to wait much longer. Mums to be were amazing. Movies just didn’t do justice to all the ups and downs of pregnancy. Feeling a tingling in his skin, Lance looked down at his arm, realising he was starting to burn under the lack of cloud cover. He wanted to give Keith and Pidge privacy, but if he stayed outside much longer, he’d go up in flames... Then again, Keith did say he was “smoking hot”.

Lance’s living room had also been transformed. The same bunting that hung outside, hung from everywhere it could inside. Stopping by the bathroom, Lance waddled in on Keith and Pidge mid-hug. Keith probably didn’t know what to do with being hugged so fiercely, still, it was a nice moment between the pair of them

“Hey, guys. Got room for one more?”

Breaking the hug, Pidge moved to make space between her and Keith. Lance waddling over to drop himself down between the pair of them. Yeah. Keith had a point. Maybe it’d be better to deliver early rather than feel cramping when he sat wrong, or sat too fast. He’d recognised that with fatigue came pain sensitivity. Small cramps had been happening more often over the last week, and he’d been reduced to crying over them more than once.

Leaning in, Keith kissed his cheek, Lance smiling at the action because he was so grossly in love with Keith that even a small kiss still managed to make him feel a million times better

“I thought I left you outside?”

Lance moved to show Keith the start of the sunburn on his arm. He’d run it under cold water to ease the burn, but it was still warm and tender to the touch

“You did. Apparently too much sun is bad for vampires... who would have thought?”

“I did wonder if I should find you an umbrella...”

“I’m fine. Plus, I’ve got my two favourite people here, so I thought I’d come stock up on some love”

Excusing himself to the bathroom, Lance knew he’d upset Hunk yet Hunk had to figure out how to make things right with Pidge without his meddling. He probably could have been more tactful about things, and picked a better time to bring the subject up. This was supposed to be party, not a counselling session. Feeling the twins kicking up a storm, he took Pidge’s hand, placing it on his belly. His friends were good about not just touching his belly without asking first, Pidge the one who seemed to hesitate the most when it came to feeling him being bashed up internally

“I think they know that their Aunty Pidge is here”

“Either that or they’ve inherited Keith’s inability to sit still”

Keith pouted, Pidge poking her tongue at him causing the werewolf to huff

“Lance is just as bad as I am”

“Lance has changed a lot since you came into our lives. You both have. You can tell you two are dating. You’ve got that old married couple vibe where you finish each other’s sentences and sound the same”

Lance couldn’t deny it. Keith had picked up so many of the expressions he used. And Lance had definitely picked up Keith’s habit of swearing openly.

“That’s what happens when you fall in love. Actually, Keith and I have something to tell you. We’re madly grossly in love, not just in love”

Pidge rolled her eyes at him

“I already know that. One bite between you and you’ve both turned into idiots”

“You know what they say, “Once bitten, twice stupid””

“Dude, it’s “once bitten, twice shy”. But I like your one better. You bit Keith to save his life and you both turned into love struck morons with a shared brain cell between you”

Keith frowned heavily at Pidge’s joke, Lance snorting due to how true it was

“He really does feel like the other half of me. I’d be happy to share a brain cell with him any day of the week. I know you’re worried about the future, but you’re always going to be a sister to me, and an aunt to the twins. No more sad, Pidge, not when she’s a scary little ankle biting gremlin that we all love”

Pidge pulled her hand back, looking to her lap

“Hey, you know I’m proud of you, Katie. You’ve been through a heck of a lot, like the rest of us. Things might have changed and they might be scary, but you’ll always have a home here with us... provided you don’t bring your work home and destroy my house with your experiments”

Pidge groaned deeply

“You blow up a circuit board once and they never let you forget it. And, if you call me “Katie” again, I’m going to give you a dead arm to go with that dead body of yours”

“Oh no! The gremlin’s getting angry. Quick, babe. You’d better make her a coffee before her wrath descends upon us”

“Fuck you”

“I’m flattered, but I’m in a loving and committed relationship... I mean, if I were two decades younger...”

Pidge punched his arm to shut him up

“You suck”

Lance continued with his shit stirring mood

“Quite well, don’t I, babe?”

“I’m not getting into this, but yes”

“See, my skills have got Keith’s stamp of approval”

“You’re going to have my footprint stamped to your arse if you keep traumatising me like this”

Wrapping his arms around his gremlin, Lance kissed her hair. Pidge trying to shove him off

“I love it when you’re mean. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you”

“Keith, help. Lance is being weird”

Keith hefted him back so Lance was laying awkwardly in his arms looking up at his fiancé. Bopping him on the nose, Lance went cross eyed as Keith let his finger hover

“Babe, leave the bitey creature alone. She’s fine. More importantly, did you put cream on your arm?”

Lance didn’t really prescribe to the use of burn cream seeing he healed on his own. Cold water would forever be the best things for burns

“Burn cream isn’t always good for burns, aaaaand the aloe vera is in our bathroom. Which is upstairs, and totally too much effort right now”

“You can’t ignore it. Where else got burnt?”

“I don’t know. Stop picking on me. I thought we were picking on Pidge”

“We’ve done that. I’ll grab the aloe vera, and Pidge can get you some blood. We have the whole day to relax... provided no one’s gone and planned party games”

Pidge burst that bubble. That tiny bubble of maybe fitting an uncaught nap in... This fatigue thing was ridiculous

“Oh, dude. There’s totally party games. We’re going to set up penalty beer pong under lunch”

Keith scrunched his brow. From how he was positioned, Lance kind of wanted to poke his finger right up Keith’s nose. It was like his nose was staring down at him, begging to be poked

“Should I be worried?”

Lance didn’t like to brag, but beer pong was his jam. His first time through college not so much, second time, he was pretty much undefeated. With how long it took to set up, it wasn’t usually one of their party games. Poor Keith had no idea what penalty beer pong had in store for him, Lance would have to defend his fiancé’s honour

“Seeing it’ll be you and Lance facing off, you should definitely be worried. Buuuut I totally didn’t tell you that. If you two are going to keep being gross, I’m going to go back to the party”

Whelp. Keith was on his own then... It was nice knowing him

“It’s okay, Pidgeon. Go forth and abandon us. Leave us... be that way... We’ll be back out as soon as I’ve had some blood and this sunburn starts healing. Maybe I should change into something longer, I don’t want to burst into flames at my own baby shower”

Keith bopped him on the nose again, before helping Lance sit back up

“That’s probably a good idea, babe. You’re smoking hot as it is. That’d make you literally flaming hot”

Pidge was completely right. They really did share one brain cell. The idea leaving a stupidly huge grin on his face that Pidge called “creepy” before leaving the pair of them.

Penalty beer pong... of all the things they could have played, they’d chosen some kind of abomination that belonged in hell. After lunch, Hunk had taken Lance aside, while Matt and Pidge took Keith inside. Both of them forced to wear headphones so they couldn’t hear each others answers to the questions for their friends had prepared. Keith felt very very dumb. 20 questions on Lance should have been easy... but their friends had really wracked their brains being creative and going for the odd, mostly unknowable things that he was supposed to know about his “boyfriend”.

With the living area the only place big enough to fit all of them, the coffee table was covered with a thick piece of plywood where the cups were set up. Keith didn’t like to admit that he’d never played beer pong. He’d never had the kinds of friends that did, nor did he go to college. One of the more popular games at Blade headquarters was darts with knives instead of darts, and vampire faces for targets. You took a shot if you failed to stick the knife in the vampire when it was your throw. He’d never been invited to play with James and the rest of them... He and Shiro used to have shooting target competitions, but that was just the pair of them with the winner getting out of some mundane house chore, that Adam usually scolded them about.

Kneeling across from him, they’d both avoided the penalty cups so far. Keith thought not getting the ball in one meant not having to drink what was it in. No. Instead the penalty was played out for each question they got wrong about each other. Each cup contained some kind of condiment construction Keith really wanted to avoid. It started tame, first with chilli sauce, then soy, then vinegar... slowly progressing in quantity and combination. The last cup was a grotesque mix of what seemed to be a little of everything from Lance’s pantry. Having swapped questionnaires, Hunk and Matt were their quiz masters. They were fifteen questions in, Keith not feeling the effects of the vodka he’d had to chug when Lance got the ping pong ball in his cups. His fiancé, not able to drink, was delegated water. Keith wasn’t sure that Lance actually won anything from playing against him seeing he’d have to pee the moment the game was done.

“Lance. What is Keith’s most annoying habit?”

Throwing the ping pong ball, his fiancé landed it perfectly in the cup. That’s how it went. Question, throw, answer, shot...

“His amazingly lacking self confidence since turning into a werewolf”

His damn fiancé got that one right... like the rest of them.

“Keith. How many years, combined, did Lance spend attending University?”

How the fuck was he supposed to know that? He didn’t know how long it took to be a lawyer... he didn’t know how long it took, or if Lance had any recognition of prior training to drop the amount of time he was required to study, plus his fiancé was a smart little shit... Lance looked sympathies and smug at the same time. Yeah. His questions were far easier than Keith’s had been. Tossing the retrieved ping pong ball, it landed in one of the penalty cups

“Um... I’m going to with... um... 12 years”

Lance groaned, Keith knowing he’d gotten the answer wrong. Matt delighted in telling him

“11 years and six months. Apparently being a lawyer in the early 90’s meant less time in class... Your first penalty shot is chilli sauce. Bottoms up”

If a jalapeño’s had sex with another jalapeño, then their offspring continued in breeding, that would only explain the fire in Keith’s mouth. His eyes running as his throat burned. That wasn’t simple chilli sauce in there

“God... it burns... what the hell is that?”

“Ghost pepper sauce”

Lance shot Matt a glare

“That’s not very nice. You guys are dicks”

Matt shrugged at Keith fanned his burning mouth

“Then he shouldn’t have gotten the question wrong”

“We didn’t really talk about it. Babe, you okay? Rieva, can you get Keith some milk, please. You guys are banned from giving Keith chilli ever again”

“Chill, dude. He’ll survive. Right, it’s your turn”

Lance plucked the ball from what looked to be soy sauce, unamused Keith’s ego wanted to flip the stupid board of cups over. Their friends were slightly laughing at his reaction to the chilli and Rieva hadn’t gone to get him a glass of milk

“Okay, Lance. What’s Keith’s deepest secret that he’s hiding at he moment?”

Keith had answered “He’d always believe in mothman until his dying breath”. Lance hummed at the question

“That he doesn’t hate Lotor as much as he says... it’s either that, something to with me, or something to do with his crush on mothman”

“Correct...”

No. That wasn’t correct at all! The game was rigged

“You two didn’t bother telling us that you’re engaged! Which is a secret to do with Lance, so technically correct!”

Suddenly Keith got the feeling that beer pong was less about what they knew about each other and more about what the group suspected and wanted to confirm

“They’re what?!”

From Pidge’s yelling, she mustn’t have been in on it... So this was all Matt’s idea to get them to confess to their secret engagement?! He could strangle him for putting them both on the spot like this. Right. He could play it cool... yep. No secret here

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, dude. We found the empty ring box in your bedside drawers. Why didn’t you tell us?! Do you know how happy we are for you guys?! This is awesome... Maybe not as awesome as Rieva saying yes to me, but we’re supposed to be your friends! We need to have a party to celebrate this”

Ahhhh. Keith wanted to laugh in relief. They hadn’t been caught yet, and now it seemed like a pretty fun idea to mess with Matt for going through their things

“That’s was from Krolia. There was never any ring in that box”

“You expect us to believe that?”

Keith glanced to his mother, Krolia shrugging as the others also looked to her

“Miriam and I both thought they’d make the cutest grooms. It’s not my fault he hasn’t proposed yet”

“What makes you think I’d be the one asking? Lance could always ask me, right, babe?”

“Yep. I totally could have been the one to ask him”

Sharing a look, Matt and Hunk both chuckled. Their “Sunshine Teddy” shaking his head

“Man, we all know Lance is the romantic one. He’d spend everyday waiting for you to ask, rather than asking you. Then, he’d expect the whole fairytale night. Dinner at a fancy restaurant. A bouquet of red roses as big as him...”

Hunk counted on his fingers, Matt adding as Hunk stalled mid-thought

“Don’t forget the champagne and the hotel room”

Hunk quickly counted those two on his fingers

“Yep. Lance is too much of a romantic”

Matt nodded quickly

“He’d drop hints too... Romcoms. Jewellery brochures... Though you’d probably miss them like you missed Valentine’s Day”

The pair were ganging up on him, Keith depressed about the fact they were right. Lance would have loved all that, but his fiancé didn’t need all that. He’d proposed in a horrible hotel room...

“Keith is romantic. Sure, his idea of good date is a trip to a shooting range, or some other combat related activity, but he’s very romantic. I don’t need all the fuss, I just need him”

Hunk faked feeling faint as he grabbed Matt by the arm, Matt playing it up and acting as if he were concerned

“Hunk?!”

“I’m okay... I never thought I’d live to hear Lance say something so unLance like. Pregnancy has changed you, man. Next thing you’ll give up watching your soap operas... Dude, my heart can’t handle the changes”

Keith mentally thanked Lance for trying to stick up for him. He wasn’t the world’s greatest fiancé, yet he felt better that Lance thought he was good enough for him. His fiancé had more to say on the matter

“You two keep picking on Keith. He’s awkward and he’s a little emo, but he makes me happy. We could get engaged in a room so dingy that Jesus couldn’t save it, and I’d still be happy”

Hunk waved his arm, kind of weirdly and kind of as if he were trying to gesture “how big this was”. Keith felt his lips turn upwards as Lance pretty much told everyone they’d gotten engaged while away, yet none of their friends would put two and two together

“But as long as I’ve known you, you’ve always been a sucker for those big movie engagement scenes”

“Movies aren’t real life. Matt, that box wasn’t any of your business. What were you doing in our room?”

“Helping Shiro and Curtis build your present. We were looking for an adjustable spanner”

Lance leaned back to rest his weight on his hands, bottom lip wobbling

“You know the tools are kept in the laundry, and you know you’re not supposed to be in my room...”

“We were...”

No one messed with Lance’s room, or his bed. Lance washed and changed the sheets alone, swapping the blankets whenever the whim took over

“I don’t care. I’m sorry, but I can’t... I need air”

Keith jumped to his feet before Lance started started struggling to his. As Coran went to help the vampire, Lance slapped his hand away with a sad “sorry”. Moving to Lance’s side, Keith looped his arm around his waist

“You guys can take over playing. No listening in”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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Alphabet SFW- Miguel Rojo

Miguel, besides being my main , is also my husband.

𝓐 = Affection (How affectionate are they?).

Miguel is affectionate in his somewhat rough manner, when they are in public he would always be on top of you, he does not like other men to see you therefore he will hold you as if you were his property (holding your hip, wrapping you completely in his arms, kissing you). When he is calm he will hold your hand gently or lend his arm to hold you. He really strives to make the affection more comfortable since he lost the only person giving it to him and completely forgot what that warmth feels like.

𝓑 = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

(I have a scenario that I wrote about this a long time ago, so I will try to recycle it and make a better summary)

You and your friend decided to travel to Spain to see the next stage of the competition up close, you really didn't want to be that close to the fight but your friend insisted on going all the way to the front get the best view. Miguel was there walking towards the front as he cracked his knuckles as usual, got into his dominant pose and took a quick look at the audience, when something or rather someone caught his eye. It was you in the front with a face full of emotion as you encouraged the fight to begin. He doesn't know how long he was watching you, but if he noticed when you made eye contact with him, Miguel quickly averted his eyes and focused on his opponent, you were otherwise confused as you looked around for the person who was staring insistently. The fight began and the curly-haired man looked distracted, to be honest he was fighting very badly, when he took a considerable distance from his opponent he looked at the audience again to meet your gaze, this time a more obvious one, at this moment you blushed so much that you tried to hide between your hands until you saw that the opponent was quickly approaching the " concentrate" is the only thing you could shout before the man received a blow. I don't want this to drag on so you found him in a bar nearby and he bought you a drink.

𝓒 = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He likes cuddling with you when he's having a bad day which is almost always, He loves it when he's in a bad mood and you caress his hair to calm him down, although this won't tell you. On days when he can't relax you hold his hand and guide him to the couch, after you've sat him down you place your head in his lap forcing him to stay still, he pretends to be upset but deep down he enjoys it too much.

𝓓 = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I really see him as an indecisive man, that the word revenge will always come first, to settle down you must wait a long time and when I say a long time it is years really, deep down he wants to be with you but at the same time the death of his sister will get in the way. When he left home he couldn't cook and he would keep his room messy, now that he is an adult he learned to cook but he is still a messy man.

𝓔 = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Excuse me but I think that along the relationship you would end a few times, always mentioning that you need to take revenge and that you are in the way to do it, when Jin disappeared his reason to keep living also disappeared so this would be another excuse to end with you.

𝓕 = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

When he decided to propose to you, he did it in a casual and simple way, I imagine him doing it while he goes to pick you up from work in his car, it is rush hour so he tells you while waiting for the intensity of the cars to go down. "Will you marry me?" he says without looking away from the traffic light.

𝓖 = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

It's bad for the emotional gentleness but it's nice that he's trying to make you feel better and you remember that he's only like that with you. In physical kindness he is a little more experienced, hugging you and giving you soft kisses giving you your space if you really need it.

𝓗 = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He won't admit it but he loves hugs, this man is over 6 ft so every time he hugs you his head will rest on yours and you will take advantage of smelling his wonderful cologne. He also likes to lift you up on his arms in a bridal style or on his back, depending on the situation including on his shoulders.

𝓘 = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It will take time for Miguel to express the L-word, for him it is a deep word and he wants to understand it. It is so rare when he uses it since the last person he did it with was his sister. When he says it, it is spontaneous and can happen in random situations, making you smile foolishly "Are you really in such a good mood because of a single word?" rolling his eyes, his words are harsh but deep down they show kindness and a pass to his true feelings.

𝓙 = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

They call him "El matador" not because he is a bullfighter but because he is a violent man. Too jealous and possessive, not to the point of being toxic, it is not that he doesn't trust you but he is afraid of losing you, any guy that approaches you will be dead. Sometimes it bothers you because the guy just asked for the time, but he won't change that.

𝓚 = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Hungry, intense and wet. They will always leave you feeling like you want more and the tingling can last all day. Angry kisses are his specialty, he will bite your lips and play with your tongue, always leaving you gasping for air.

𝓛 = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He likes children, is good at taking care of them to some extent, is upset when they start crying or throwing a tantrum in general. He doesn't think much about being a father, it's a subject that is far from his future, but if by "accident" you get pregnant he won't walk away, on the contrary he will take the initiative to improve as a person.

𝓜 = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy, Miguel wakes up late and late I mean it can be 1 pm and he will still stay in bed, you have to get him up for breakfast and get ready to go to work, when you are preparing breakfast he tends to approach you and hug you from behind while trying to keep sleep out of his body.

𝓝 = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If it's a good day he'll come early and prepare dinner, you'll shower together and sleep in each other's arms.

But if it's a bad day, he'll arrive late, drunk and beaten, mostly in a bad mood, he'll just go to bed.

𝓞 = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves?

I see Miguel as a man who will not open so easily with anyone, even to start a relationship can take years, now to be open will cost a lot of work, is a person who is distrustful and does not want their weaknesses used against them.

When he finally does, he finds you to be a very special person.

𝓟 = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Hello? We are talking about Miguel, he has 0 patience knowing him tends to explode more easily.

When you help him vent his anger (if you don't speak Spanish) you will ask him to calm down as you find it hard to understand him for some reason that works quite well.

𝓠 = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember?

He is always distracted and tends to forget the less important things. .but you'll always be on his mind

𝓡 = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

When you first met, you found him near his sister's grave, put a flower on it and then left without asking questions. He took it as an emotional thing so he remembers it perfectly.

𝓢 = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

OVERPROTECTION, he does not want the events of his past to be repeated so he will always be on top of you, even if you tell him you can defend yourself he refuses to let you.

𝓣 = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

It's simple and not very detailed, he'll probably take you to the bar where he's been living since he left home.

𝓤 = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

- That he prefers alcoholic beverages to drown his problems.

- To fight with anyone who looks at him xD

𝓥 = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Based on his wardrobe, you can tell he's a man who doesn't care what he looks like.

𝓦 = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Of course, as I mentioned earlier, he'd fall back into depression if he lost you.

𝓧 = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He likes to dance.

I don't see him dancing flamenco but he does dance tango.

The third thing he loves is his car.

𝓨 = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He hates it when he finds a partner who doesn't fully trust him.

𝓩 = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Before I started a relationship with someone, I would take a long time to sleep or just fall asleep no matter what was going on around me.

When he started a relationship the routine changed completely, now he waits for you to sleep first.

#Tekken #miguel caballero rojo #tekken 6 #Miguel Tekken #Tekken 7 #Tekken Miguel

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krreader · 5 years

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like a butterfly | final chapter.

pairing: min yoongi x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; single dad!yoongi ; language genre: fluff ; angst ; smut previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11 ; 12 ; 13 ; 14 ; 15 ; 16

summary: you never planned on becoming the babysitter of min yoongi’s daughter, one of the richest and most famous producers of south korea. you also didn’t plan on becoming so attached to the little girl, as well as her father. (Or: hot, successful and single dad hires broke babysitter.)

a/n: and that’s it. I can’t believe it’s over, like holy fucking shit. this was the first original story I ever posted and you guys were so freaking supportive, it makes me so fucking happy. I honestly doubt that I’d be writing so much today if it weren’t for this story. Thank you for following and liking this story, thank you for all your wonderful messages and thank you for sticking with me till the end, I genuinely hoped you are happy with the ending and that you know it was an absolute blast writing it. ♥

If someone had told you two years ago that you'd end up here, you would have laughed.

You, a broke college student who was taking on horrible jobs to pay rent and college tuition, would end up right here.

No way.

“You look gorgeous,” Jimin said with a huge grin as he entered the room, Ciri and Taehyung grinning at him from the couch they were sitting on, “I can't believe this is finally happening. My silly best friend, finally all grown up.”

“You're an asshole,” you laughed.

But he was right.

You had grown up.

You weren't a college student anymore but had finally graduated with better grades than you ever would have expected.

Most of that was thanks to Yoongi and Mei who had helped you through this period. Who had always told you you could do it and who always had your back. They pushed you to study, but also told you to take breaks. They distracted you, made sure you were eating enough and at night, when you were feeling so frustrated with everything, they offered warm embraces and kind words..

In the end, you had been so confident that you had managed to graduate amazingly and find a job that you had always wanted ever since you started university.

And now you were.. successful.

And not because of Yoongi, he didn't have his hands in your success. You did this all by yourself. You achieved your goals all by yourself, all that he did was be by your side and give you moral support and that was all you could have ever wanted.

“Anyways, they're almost ready for you. There's just.. one more thing.”

“And what's that?”

You turned your head to look at the door, your smile growing when Mei ran into your arms in her beautiful flower girl dress that she had picked out all by herself. And god.. she looked like a little princess with this purple dress and her hair put up in a bun, flowers sticking out of it.

“You look beeeeeautiful,” she laughed happily.

“So do you, princess,” you kissed her cheek and looked at the envelope she was holding, “What's that?”

Yoongi leaned against the door frame with a small smile, his hands buried in the pockets of his pants.

“She couldn't wait anymore.”

It seemed as if everyone in the room knew what this was about except for you. They were all excited about this envelope, while you were just confused.

It was.. just an envelope..

You put the little girl down and she immediately reached for your hand and led you to an unoccupied couch, Yoongi sitting down next to her.

“Daddy, can you explain it?” she knew what it was, but she had troubles forming the words. Maybe that was because of how nervous she was, but Yoongi would gladly do it nevertheless.

“This wasn't my idea, Mei wanted this all by herself. And.. well.. I think it's an amazing idea.”

“Okay?” you laughed, then furrowed your eyebrows and looked around the room, “Mind filling me in on it, then, since everyone but me seems to know what this is about?”

Yoongi was about to start, but then Mei decided that she wanted to do it. She just couldn’t help her excitement.

Maybe the right words wouldn't matter.

Her father was right, this was her idea, so it should come from her.

“All my friends have families of a mommy and a daddy or some even have two daddies or two mommies, but I always only had a daddy. And.. I always wanted to have a mommy,” she nervously opened the envelope and handed you the piece of paper, “And then you came and I knew I wanted you to be my mommy. You’re making me happy again when I cry, you read me bedtime stories at night, you take me to the park when I’m bored, you make me food whenever I’m hungry.. you’re everything I ever wanted. I wanted you and daddy to be together and be my family. The family I always dreamed of.”

You were still confused, right up to the point where you finally read what was written on that paper.

And the second you placed your hand over your mouth not to choke on your tears, everyone else in the room became emotional.

Ciri was the first to cry, then it was Jimin.

“You already are my mommy, but.. I want you to really be my mommy.”

You stared at the paper for a very long time, re-reading it over and over again like you couldn’t believe what she had given you right there.

'Adoption Form'

They had already filled everything in. Mei’s name, Yoongi’s name, your name.. all the signatures were already on there except for yours.. yours was the only one that was missing..

“I love you so much,” you finally choked out and pulled her into your arms.

Your daughter.

“I love you too.. mommy.”

And then even Yoongi couldn't stop himself anymore.

He was the happiest man alive on this day and he was happily crying because of it.

“Alright, let them have a moment for themselves, you guys,” Taehyung quietly said as he was leading his wife and Jimin out of the room.

Yoongi was wrapping his arms around both of you in the meantime and kissed your forehead, smiling at you with tears in his eyes as you were still crying.

“We're a family!” Mei said with excitement, tilting her head back to look at the both of you, “We're finally a family! Forever!”

“Forever, baby girl,” Yoongi confirmed and kissed her head.

This beautiful girl in your arms that you had met at a bus stop, who had been so upset because she was so lonely, was looking back at you with pure happiness in her eyes, because she had finally found the family she had always wanted.

And you turned out to be the mother she always wished for..

“I'll tell all my friends about it!” she yelled happily and then sprinted out of the room without you even having signed anything yet.

But you would do that first thing after today.

“I asked her to wait till it's over, but you know how she is,” Yoongi laughed, wiping away your tears.

“I'm glad she asked now. It just makes this day more perfect,” you got up and walked back over to the mirror, trying to fix your make-up.

Thankfully your make-up artist for this day had predicted tears and there was no major damage done.

Yoongi slowly got up and followed you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and placing his hands on your belly.

“Maybe we should have told her about this as well..”

“Not sure if she can take so much excitement in one day,” you laughed and looked at him through the mirror, “Remember when we surprised her with that Disneyland trip and she peed herself?”

“Yeah.. maybe you’re right. It’ll be hard to find another dress like hers in such a short amount of time,” Yoongi chuckled.

“Let’s just wait a few more days.. she’ll be as excited next week as she would be today if we told her now.”

“True. Especially when she finds out that it's actually going to be a baby brother that she so desperately wanted.”

You placed your hands over his and leaned back against his chest, “We'll tell her tomorrow.. or the day after. After I sign the documents..”

“Sounds good to me,” he kissed your cheek and then walked back over to the door, but when you wouldn't join him, he asked: “Are you coming? I think they’re all waiting on us now..”

“Give me a minute. I'll be right with you.”

Yoongi just nodded with a smile and closed the door behind him, leaving you and your thoughts alone.

Something that you’d probably need after all of this.

Your life had changed so drastically over the last two years..

..to think that this man who had left the room right now used to be someone you used to have screaming matches with. Someone that you once loathed..

It was almost unthinkable with the way you loved him now.

You placed your hands on your belly where his had lain only a moment ago and smiled happily.

“Your father and I can't wait to meet you.. and your sister.. god.. your sister will be over the moon to finally hold you. And trust me, Mei will be the best big sister you could ever want. She’ll make sure that you’re never lonely and she’ll always take care of you,” you bit your lower lip and took a good look at yourself, “I'm just so.. happy, you know? I can't wait to start this life I've never thought I'd have..”

You continued to talk to your unborn son for a bit longer, until there was another knock on your door and Jimin walked back inside.

“Ready to get married, princess?” he grinned happily, offering his arms to lead you down the aisle.

Everyone was waiting.

Taehyung and his family, his wife, his two girls and their newest addition, girl number three.

Jeongguk, or as he was known for now, Jungkook, a young boy with dreams that Yoongi turned into a superstar.

Namjoon and his fiancé, believe it or not, Sarah, the one you used to hate so much, but now counted among your best friends.

Jin, the one who once wanted to ruin you, but ended up helping you more than you could thank him for, now a successful model thanks to your husband.

And then there was Hoseok, standing next to your husband because the two of them had developed such a strong friendship over the last year that he ended up being his best man.

You smiled at your best friend, then turned back around to look at the mirror one last time and nodded.

“I'm ready.”

It was insane how you had transformed in the last years.

Someone who had nothing and who felt nothing, to someone who had everything she ever wanted and felt pure happiness.

Your story was like..

..like a butterfly.

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