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adriennebarnes · 1 year

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Fighting

Pairing: AU Ajax Petropolus x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: in an AU where Ajax and Y/N live in an apartment together near their college, they get into a fight and Ajax was watching the news about a car crash, the car matching Y/N’s, and Ajax gets very worried, thinking Y/N was in the accident

A/N: inspired by @luci-in-trenchcoats Jensen Ackles imagine, definitely one of my favorites. In this AU, Ajax is not a gorgon so he has his beautiful hair

Ajax and Y/N have been dating since they were 15. When they found out that they were accepted to the same college, they decided to get an apartment together near campus, both having part time jobs. The rest was paid by Ajax’s parents (the rich Greeks) but this way, Y/N didn’t feel like she was mooching off her boyfriend.

They were now 20, in their junior year of college. Ajax’s parents give the a budget to spend on groceries and other things. Y/N was making the list of groceries to get because they were almost out of milk, eggs, etc.

“Estoy jodida, there’s no way I can buy food before class tomorrow. Ajax, amor, do you have class tomorrow morning?” Y/N asked from the kitchen counter. Ajax walked out in pajama pants, with his toothbrush in hand.

“No, my Monday class doesn’t start until 5. Why?” Ajax asked before going back to the bathroom to spit and rinse.

“I need to get groceries but I don’t think I can get them before my class tomorrow and if I go around 3, there’s going to be a lot of people in shop rite or stop and shop. You think you can go?” Y/N asked. Ajax came out of the bathroom and sat next to Y/N.

“Yeah of course. When is your class tomorrow?” Ajax asked.

“It’s at 10, ends around 1, there’s enough eggs for a quick omelette with some quesadillas for us. I was planning on making lomo saltado so I need you to go to a butcher and ask for a pound of steak, unless you can find them at the grocery store, everything should be on the list, I’m already soaking the potatoes I cut in salt water so i need to make it tomorrow.” Y/N said.

“Don’t worry, I have everything handled.” Ajax said, kissing Y/N. “Now let’s get to bed so you can feel rested before your class tomorrow morning.” Ajax said and they walked into their bedroom.

Thursday morning came, Y/N left a note for Ajax to get the groceries and she drove to campus. Ajax woke up a few minutes after Y/N left when he got a phone call from his friend Kent.

“Hey Kent, what’s up?” Ajax asked.

“Hey, you think we can meet up for paintballing? Danny canceled on me and I would hate to waste a ticket.” Kent said.

“I cant, I have to get something for Y/N.” Ajax said as he made his breakfast.”

“It’ll be quick, please.” Kent said.

“Alright fine, text me the address.” Ajax said and hung up. He ate, got dressed, and went to his car to meet up with Kent.

At 1:20, Y/N arrived at the apartment.

“Ajax, did you get everything?” Y/N asked as she entered. She then saw the dirty dishes in the sink. “You couldn’t have washed the dishes? Did you take your car to the shop, I don’t see it in the garage.” Y/N walked around and saw that Ajax’s shoes was missing, there were no grocery bags, his keys were gone. “Hijo de la chingada.” Y/N said.

Ajax and Kent were on the final round and Ajax won.

“That was awesome! We have to do it again.” Ajax says.

“Come on, let’s get dressed” Kent said as they went to the locker rooms to change into their regular clothes. Ajax checked his phone to see that the time was 3:30 and he had 16 missed calls from Y/N.

“Shit, I’m dead, I gotta go, Kent, Y/N is going to kill me.” Ajax said.

“Maybe i Can say it was my fault, would that make her less mad at you?” Kent suggested.

“I doubt it.” Ajax said. He left in a hurry and arrived to the apartment to see Y/N on the couch, watching TV.

“Where the hell were you? I asked you to do one thing, Ajax.” Y/N said.

“Sorry, I was with Kent and completely forgot.” Ajax said. “You went to the grocery store?”

“Of course I did, I wasn’t going to starve and we need to stock the fridge. I bought everything because apparently you were too busy to do it.” Y/N said.

“Y/N, whats the difference between me getting the groceries in the morning with you cooking at 1:30 and you getting the groceries and cooking later? Either way, you got groceries and we have food.” Ajax said.

“The difference is instead of helping me, you goofed off. Instead of us eating TOGETHER, now I don’t have enough time to do homework until I come back from work. My shift starts in 20 minutes, I gotta go, we’ll talk about this later. Food is on the stove, when you’re finished, pour the rest in the Tupperware, put it in the fridge, and clean the pots.” Y/N said and she left. Ajax was upset because Y/N was upset. Ajax served his plate and did what Y/N asked.

It was 9pm and Y/N was getting home. She put on her pajamas and washed her face. Ajax went into the bathroom after she came out.

“Y/N, why is the floor wet?” Ajax asked.

“I was washing my face, it happens.” Y/N said.

“You couldn’t wipe it off after?” Ajax asked.

“Do you want to fight now, Ajax?” Y/N asked.

“No, of course not.” Ajax asked.

The rest of the week, Y/N and Ajax were fighting over little stuff, leaving their shoes on the floor, not washing the dishes, not wiping down the stove after frying, stuff like that. It was Saturday when it started bubbling over. Y/N had a morning shift and asked Ajax if he could vacuum the apartment and do the laundry. When Y/N came home, the floor was still dirty and their clothes were still in the laundry basket, and Ajax was playing video games.

“Turn it off Ajax.” Y/N said, walking in front of Ajax’s blocking his view from the TV.

“I’m about to win.” Ajax said and Y/N unplugged the TV. “Hey! What is your problem?”

“What’s my problem? Oh my god, my problem is you. Tengo que estar detrás de ti diciendo que es lo que tienes que hacer como si fuera tu madre (i have to be behind you, walking you what you need to do like I am your mother)! You couldn’t even vacuum? VACUUM!” Y/N shouted.

“What about you? In Thursday I had to be the one to out gas in your car because you won’t even do it until there’s a quarter left. A quarter! Wait any longer, I’d have to pick you up with a tow truck. I even cleaned out your car, why the hell did it look like the inside of your purse?” Ajax said.

“Gas prices are ridiculous and as long as the car gets me form pint a to b, who cares who clean it is? You won’t even clean the table or stove after you make yourself breakfast! I had to work while you literally do nothing!” Y/N shouted.

“I started my game 20 minutes ago! I was studying for a text I have on Wednesday and I needed a break!” Ajax shouted back.

“It’s almost 2, how come you didn’t make yourself something to eat. We’re you waiting for me to cook you something, is that it?” Y/N asked as she opened the fridge. “There’s nothing.”

“Yeah, i cant cook if there’s nothing to cook.” Ajax said.

“Is there anything in the freezer?” Y/N asked as she opened it. “There’s just ice cream. You couldn’t have gone to shop rite?”

“Oh my God, all week we’ve been fighting! Is it your period? Is that why you’ve been irritable all week?” Ajax asked and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I can’t believe you just said that, I’m going out to get groceries myself, AGAIN, because you couldn’t be bothered to do it, AGAIN!” Y/N said, taking her car keys

“I could go and get groceries since apparently I don’t do anything.” Ajax said trying to get the keys out of Y/N’s hand.

“No no, I’ll get the groceries, I wouldn’t want to bother you while you’re studying for a test. Plus, you still have to vacuum the apartment and do laundry, unless that’s too much for you.” Y/N asked, condescendingly.

“Fine, Don’t use up too much gas.” Ajax says as he went to the living room to continue his studying and Y/N went to the garage to drive to Stop and Shop.

“Ugh, he better be in a good mood when I get back.” Y/N said. She turned on the car and her phone was connected to Bluetooth, half way through the drive to Stop and Shop, her phone died. “Chingada madre, i Don’t have the car charger. Oh well, time to drive in silence.” Y/N parked her car, got the shopping cart, and went in the store.

Ajax finished studying and moved on to do some homework. He turned on TV for some background noise and was about to change the channel when he heard something that caught his attention.

“There has been a car accident in the Hutchison Parkway, the car was a (whatever your car is, or, a light blue 2020 Honda CR-V), the driver of this car is in critical condition but we haven’t been able to inform the family members or identify the person.” The news lady said and Ajax’s heart just drops.

“That’s Y/N’s car, please Can she be alright.” Ajax got off the couch, ran into the room to where his phone was charging and called her but it went straight to voicemail.

“Hi, you’ve reach Y/N L/N, sorry I can’t come to the phone right now, leave a message.” Y/N’s voice said and Ajax panicked even more.

“Please be okay, please be okay.” Ajax said. The news was still talking about the accident and he couldn’t just sit still. He vacuumed, did the laundry, he called Y/N 5 more times in the last hour, still went straight to voicemail.

Another hour has passed and Ajax was worse, she never took this long to get food, Stop and Shop was 20 minutes away in car. Ajax felt like crying, they’ve been fighting too much, he felt like it was his fault, if they didn’t fight, if he did what he was supposed to do, she wasn’t supposed to die at 20, they were supposed to get married when they graduated.

Y/N was driving back when she saw the accident. Damn, that poor soul. She had to go to the detour route and went to a shop rite to get some of the fast meals like ramen, Mac and cheese, bertolli (freezer meal pasta, I love it), and shop rite was closer so the cold stuff won’t get warm.

Ajax was in the bedroom, watching his phone, waiting for a call from the hospital. It’s been 4 hours since Y/N left, he was about to call his parents when he heard the keys jingle.

“Y/N?” Ajax asked as he wiped his eyes.

“Papito, Can you help me with the bags? I still have more downstairs..” Y/N placed a bag down when Ajax hugged Y/N, and spun her around.

“You’re okay.” Ajax mumbled in Y/N neck, placing kisses. “Thank God you’re okay.” Ajax said, his voice breaking a little, refusing to let Y/N go.

“Mi vida, are you okay? Did something happen when I was gone.” Y/N said, trying to see him but Ajax squeezed harder, burying his head in her neck even more, Y/N then felt something wet on her neck. “Papito, why are you crying? It’s been a long day, we haven’t eaten anything, of course we were going to fight. I’m sorry I took so long, there was an accident and I had to go to another store because they didn’t have those bertolli things in Stop and Shop. Baby, I feel you shaking, want to tell me what happened?” Y/N asked. Ajax put Y/N down to look her in the eyes.

“Um, when I was doing homework, the accident was on the news, it was the same car as yours, you take that parkway to go to stop and shop, youths news lady said that driver is critical but they weren’t releasing a name, you weren’t answering your phone. Baby, I thought something happened to you. I was waiting by the phone, I was about to call my dad, I didn’t know what to do.” Ajax said, his eyes tearing up and voice breaking as he explained to Y/N

“Papito, It’s alright, I’m here now, okay? In one piece.” Y/N hugged Ajax, petting his hair.

“I know.” Ajax said. “I’ll bring up the stuff.” Ajax went downstairs to pick up the rest of the grocery bags. He came back up and placed everything in the kitchen. “I vacuumed and did the laundry. I was going to order food earlier but um…I couldn’t eat.” Ajax said as he out the groceries away. Y/N hugged Ajax from behind, leaning against his back and Ajax played with her fingers.

“We didn’t get to kiss and make up.” Y/N said. Ajax pushed her hands and away and turned around so they were facing each other.

“Can you do me a favor, my love?” Ajax asked.

“Yeah of course.” Y/N said,

“Next time we fight, please don’t drive. If you need the space, just go into our room our go to the building’s pool, but please don’t drive. I could even go the building’s gym if you really need the space until we’re both good, just don’t drive. You have no idea what was going on in my head when you weren’t answering,” Ajax said. Ajax kissed Y/N’s forehead and she hugged him again.

“I promise I won’t drive. Do you want to order some Chinese food? It’s been a long day and I think we both deserve some take out,” Y/N said.

“Of course, I love you. You know that I love you, right?” Ajax asked.

“Of course I know that you love me. Do you know I love you?” Y/N asked.

“I do.” Ajax kissed Y/N. “Okay, let’s order some food, I am absolutely starving.” Ajax said.

Hope you liked it! A little angst, that’s something I’m not used to writing

#ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus x reader #hispanic reader #wednesday #latina #hispanic #latinx #romance #ajax wednesday #angst fanfic

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hearth-and-veil · 2 years

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Aunty please help. My apartment is a wreck and its such a mess that I don't even know how to start. I cant have friends or my boyfriend come over. This is my first apartment and I am really really embarassed that I let it get this bad. Don't most hearth witches keep house really well? Please tell me what to do.

I'm note sure I'm qualified to be an auntie but I do know how to keep a good house! First of all, you are off to the perfect start by asking for help. Taking care of your home is a learned skill, not an innate one.

What I want you to do first is divide everything in your apartment into "dirty" or "messy". Dirty things are things that generate bacteria, smell, or can generally harm your health: dishes in the sink, mildew in the bathroom, clothes in the hamper, food waste, etc. Messy things are things that you know need to be cleaned up, but which don't stink or put your health at risk: clean clothes piled up, overflowing recycling, junk everywhere, etc.

Clean the dirties in one day. Believe me, it won't actually take as long as you think. Start in the kitchen. Wash your dishes. Go through your fridge and freezer and throw away any rotting or questionable food. Take the trash out. Wash the dishes from cleaning the fridge. Wipe up any spills in the fridge, on the stove, on the counters, or on the floor. Wash out your sink.

If you have an in-unit washer, smell it. Does it stink? Look for a filter and empty it. You may need to put a bucket under it, because those can spew water. Now add some bleach and run a cleaning cycle. If it doesn't stink, go grab your bed sheets and wash them on hot.

Now go to your bathroom. Spray cleanser in the shower and tub, the sink, and the toilet. While you're waiting for that to set, grab a snake and snake out the drains. Toss any drain gunk in the trash and take it out. Now get to scrubbing.

Walk around your apartment and collect any dishes you find. Put them in the sink. Rinse them for the dishwasher or just go ahead and wash them. Grab a trash bag, and walk back through your apartment. Collect all dirty trash - anything with food in/on it, anything with spills on it, anything that stinks, anything that's got bugs, anything that's breeding bacteria, anything dangerous for your health. Collect it all, take it out.

Now clean your dryer lint trap. Check your apartment's HVAC air filter. Replace it if it looks dirty.

Did you have to run a cleaning cycle in your washing machine earlier? It should be done now. No need to add more bleach - go ahead and wash your whites.

That's all you need to worry about for today. It looks like a lot on paper but I promise you, it isn't as bad as it seems. This will take you a few hours, maybe even all day, but that should be it. And once you've cleaned all of the dirties? You can wait until tomorrow to start on the messies. If you have the energy and motivation, you can definitely keep going! Do your laundry. Grab a trash bag and walk all around your apartment throwing away messy trash. Toss all of your recycling into one corner. Pop on a face mask, grab a cloth, and start dusting. But if you don't have the energy? You did the most important part. You're allowed to stop now and start again tomorrow.

#cleaning #house cleaning #housekeeping #cleaning tips #house magic #hearth #witchblr #witchcraft #witch #kitchen witch #magic #hearth witch #hearthcraft

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juni-ravenhall · 5 months

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a story or small book or a poem about stuff i thought about

i didnt have any responsible adults in my entire life. i dont have any still now, when im a disabled adult living in poverty. i think a lot about how nice it would be to find some lonely old middle class people who take a liking to me and adopt me as their kid or grandkid since theirs doesnt talk to them much. how much it would help me to have support from anyone.

i was the most bullied kid in my entire elementary school. i never thought of it that way until recently when i randomly said it out loud during a convo on some related topic. after elementary school i was still bullied and isolated and judged, but not always the no.1 victim. i have a lot of damage from how bullied and alone ive always been, including how isolated i am now. i had friends sometimes, but i lost them.

i live in poverty and cant afford a dishwasher or a good bed. my back hurts a lot on top of my other illnesses. i have to wash a lot of dishes and cook a lot of food alone. the bed is uncomfortable. it hurts my back. when my back hurts, it makes it harder to focus, or rest. it makes everything harder than it already is. i cant really think at all on the days when the pain is worst. i stretch. i try. but im also stuck without money inside a small apartment in a bad neighbourhood, and its hard to feel the motivation to do anything.

the wellfare system and the healthcare system doesn't care to help me get healthy. i'm supposed to simply "find a job", even though my resumé is empty with an unexplainable gap of a decade. i dropped out of uni maybe 3 or 5 times. i dont have a degree. i barely made it through highschool. i didnt know that it was mental illness and symptoms of the abuse. i didnt understand that until i was over 20. i still didnt understand that when i tried to do uni, over and over. i kept trying because i am a hopeful person. i tried to learn alone and create alone, too, because i had hope. but hope doesn't get you anywhere if you don't have any support. i know that now.

i think about that im smarter and more knowledgeable and more effective than most people ive ever met who earn 30k sek a month. like the people who yell at me from the wellfare office for asking questions. or the doctors who conclude that i require no treatment despite my obvious disability. or the people making videogames who dont understand anything about game design. i do understand it and i could teach them so much in one hour, if they talked to me. i could make someone a master artist if i taught them for a few weeks. i am fluent in english on top of my native language and understand linguistics and etymology really well. i can read and write in 4 different alphabets at least. one time i composed an original piece of music for my sibling's school project in the span of a few hours of a night, and they told me everyone in their group was amazed that i made something unique for them, from scratch, that quickly.

i don't think that i'm less capable or less skilled or less intelligent or less rational or less efficient, than middle class people. i don't have any proof that this would be the case. the thing i do have proof of is that i have a lot of struggles that come from being a childhood and adulthood abuse victim and bully victim with no support network, with no help, with no money to ask for help. maybe i wouldn't be this damaged today if i had had 15k sek a month for a few years.

i wouldnt even know how to spend 30k sek a month. well, that's not true. i would save it for the future, to stay safe, while also donating to people in my communities, like my tumblr dashboard. that person that often struggles with rent and meds. that person that does emergency commissions. that person with a sick cat. those people, i would give 1000kr each of my 30.000kr salary. if i gave 1000kr to three different poor people every month, i would still have 27.000kr. if my rent and bills were around 10000kr (in a nicer place than now), and i eat food and use hygiene products for around 3000kr, and i buy meds and clothes and bus tickets and small things for around 2000kr, i would still have 12.000kr left. thats pretty much just completely insane. if i saved 12k sek every month, i would have saved more than 100.000kr in one year from my salary, and still given away 1000kr every month to three poor people, and still been able to live happily with food, medicine, bus tickets and cinema visits, and warm clothes in my size.

i could save 12k sek a month, or i could use 2000kr more, to give 1000kr more to two more poor people. for a total of 5 different struggling humans who i could give 1000kr each month. and still save 10.000kr for my future safety. every month. more than 100.000kr savings a year.

the people who earn 30k sek a month in sweden are earning relatively small salaries. there are many who earn 35k, or even 40k, or even more than that. they don't usually give 1000kr a month to 5 different poor people. they also don't usually get therapy, which they can afford, although some do. if i had 10.000kr left just for savings every month, i would get horse therapy, every week. but i might not even have to use the 10k for that. i might be able to cover that partially with the 2000kr i calculated for other spendings. i would be really happy if i could get horse therapy every week.

if you are middle class, you don't live in the same world we do, i don't think. i don't really understand how it works anymore. if you could give 1000kr to 3 or 5 starving people every month, and still save 10.000kr every month, and still live freely and happily and healthily yourself every month. why would you not do that? i think that's why they say "poor people stay poor because we give money away". when we have it, we share it, because we understand how valuable even the smallest sums are. but it's still hard for me to understand how people earning 30k+ sek every month are the majority of this country and how the majority of people are not doing anything similar with their money as what i would do.

my skills, logic or knowledge don't earn me anything. because if you don't have a network, if you don't have support, if you don't have anything, you can't get anything, either.

my only way out is to keep having hope even though i've learnt that hope doesn't actually help me at all, beyond keeping me from killing myself, sometimes. mostly it's the fact that yasmin would be alone that keeps me from it though. because she also has no support, she also doesn't have anything. at least we are together, in the cold without proper winter clothes. at least we are together, when the drug addicts are banging on our window at 4am. at least we are together, wondering how to ever find any means of employment, in a system that's built against us. how to find support in a society where middle class people will tell you that you aren't trying hard enough, while they don't know even how much 100kr is.

112kr is bus tickets back and forth to downtown for two people. that means we can go windowshopping together, or to the library, but we can't buy anything. 200kr means we can go downtown *and* buy a small trinket or a snack. 500kr, means we can go downtown and buy a piece of second hand clothing, or go to the cinema together, or eat a restaurant meal together, one of those things.

1000kr to a poor person every month can help them buy their meds. pay their rent. or to go to the cinema to cheer up, because sitting in a cold small apartment in a bad neighbourhood can make you feel really bad. it doesn't make it easier to work, or easier to study, or easier to get healthier and move up in society. it's really hard to make a "class journey upwards". middle class people seem to not realise that they've been fed propaganda about poor people. i can understand that the upper classes don't know and don't care, because they are horrible unempathetic people all throughout. if you have that much money and don't help the ones less fortunate, or fight the system for us and with us, there is no redemption.

but middle class people, for some reason, it feels as if you should know. as if you should understand how much 100kr is, or how much 1000kr is, or how much 10.000kr is. because you are only one car accident or one severe health problem away from starting to trickle down in class. well, that wouldn't be enough if you have a support network, or if you have a lot of savings, or if you have a loaded family. but over time, with long-term disability, you might lose your middle class. or maybe your sibling does, or your best friend.

it feels as if it shouldn't be that far away from you, that you can't imagine, that you can't understand that some of us right here around you, in your communities, would have our lives changed by having even half of your money every month. the fact that you don't even have to donate a few 100s "instead of" saving it, or "instead of" spending it on games, or on netflix, or on restaurants. you can spend 1000kr on 5 different poor people each month and still have 10.000kr left over just for savings, or for as many gacha tickets as you want, or for trips to spain, if you prefer.

middle class and upper class people's ability to be patrons to those stuck in lower classes without losing any of their own priviledges is just very interesting. i've seen middle class people tell lower class people that their commissions are too expensive. but if you earn 30k sek a month, paying 1000kr for one single commission is actually more or less nothing to you, on average. the same goes for buying products not made in sweatshops. if you have 10.000sek left to save every month, i think you can afford to not support fast fashion, or fast food. poor people are being exploited, ruined and killed to create those products. not for any fault of their own, but because they were born unfortunate. and poor people on your dashboard are unable to pick up their medicines or pay their rents or buy food and warm clothes, not for any fault of their own, but because they were born unfortunate.

we were born without support networks, without responsible and healthy adults around us. we were bullied and isolated in school. we didn't have the opportunity to make "class journeys upward", because we didn't get healthcare or wellfare or other support to help us get through school, or to help pay for it. we didn't have any energy or ability to "network" and lick boots and kiss ass to get special treatment from richer people, even if we wanted to. the bullying and the abuse gave us PTSD, social phobias. reclusiveness. somehow they really don't understand how hard it is to create a network out of nothing, if you have damage from abuse and bullying. how it's not actually your fault that you don't have support. how it's not your fault you didn't just "get better", when the systems are built against you.

i've been a "free psychologist" to many people online for many years. people tell me "nobody understood me that well before", or "wow, that really changed my life". but i'm actually very tired of being a good therapist for no rewards other than seeing people feel better. no payment. and every time i play a videogame, i imagine i could have a sit-down with the developers and outline to them every single thing they could do to improve the game and sell more copies and have happier players. it comes very easy to me. but there is no way to just become a paid psychologist or a videogame fixer out of an empty resumé. i am not able to try to get a uni degree again, because then i would have no money at all for food and rent. so i am here with my empty resumé, without any support, without warm winter clothes in my size. without 1000kr to give to 3 or 5 poor people every month, and 10.000 for savings, for a safe future.

i really don't know what to do anymore, and i don't know how i will ever be able to take a middle class person seriously ever again, either. not if they earn more than 25k sek a month. below that, maybe they still know what 100kr is worth. i'm not sure. but the majority of sweden's working population earns a lot more than that, and has a university degree, because they weren't fucked up so bad that they couldn't finish school. nowadays, i side-eye everyone i see outside, and wonder if they know how much 100kr is worth. i don't think the drug dealers and users in this neighbourhood know how much 100kr is worth. i wish i could have gone into drug dealing, or into drug using. even just drinking. that's what everyone else does in this social class, for a reason. i just had hope that things could be different some day. that if i was responsible and kept trying, things could get better. it doesn't. i don't know if it matters if i spent my wellfare allowance on food or on drugs, or videogames. i don't know if my life will ever get any better regardless. but i spend it on food and medicine and hygiene products, because i have always been responsible, even though it has gotten me nowhere.

another job i could do would be to give middle class and rich people advice on how to spend their money. i would help them both save and invest properly with my knowledge and logic, as well as spending on a healthy mature life for themselves, and investing in their own happiness as well as their family and community's happiness. i could do all of that. it comes easy to me. i think i could be a counsellor. i could be a game designer. i could teach people how to be great artists. i could teach people how to improve themselves. or i could make music and some people would enjoy it enough to pay me for it. there are really many jobs that would come easy to me. everywhere around me that i look, i see people who don't understand as much about the world as i do. who don't know how to improve or how to move forward, when i can see it easily. i don't think that i'm lesser than people who earn 30.000kr a month. i heard that they take coffee breaks and smoking breaks. i heard that they go get sushi for lunch. i heard that you actually even get extra money for healthcare and other things through benefits of your work. i don't know why they don't know how much 100kr is worth.

the doctors told me that there is nothing they can do to help me, but if i pretend that i have autism, i might be able to get more help. because there are systems in place in sweden for people who have autism, and there might be ways for me to get more support and more different kinds of help that way. but i am a responsible person, and i felt that it would be wrong to pretend to have autism if i don't. the help that they said might be possible is also just a "might" or a "maybe". i think i would pretend to have autism if they told me that i would get 30.000kr a month by getting a job through a special programme for autistic people. but i don't know if anything like that would ever happen, so i don't feel comfortable taking a gamble on it. i also feel really angry that the system is like this, and that well-meaning psychologists at the city hospital feel pressured to tell me that the only way they can help me is if i say i have autism.

the only idea i really have for how to not die is to eventually be able to finish making a serious videogame, all alone or with the help of yasmin, or my sibling, or someone i havent met yet. there are people like me, who are creative and analytical, who made very successful videogames alone or almost alone. and i think im a very good game designer, because it comes easy to me. i always know how to fix other people's games, even though nobody asks me to. i know what's wrong: it's usually the same few things. they lack clear direction, in gameplay, art, story, or in everything. they lack a clear sense of their target audience and their desires. they lack understanding of the fundamentals of good game design and what makes games fun and enjoyable and satisfying to play. they lack focus on making the core of the game strong and solid and focus too much on unnecessary things outside of the core gameplay and other pillars of the game. they lack skills in design, or skills in art, or skills in writing. which again comes back to lacking focus, because almost everything is about focus. it's about understanding what the most core things are, what is the most important, both to you and to your audience. it's about pushing design into interesting unique places, or about pushing boundaries for realism, or about limiting your scope to your resources and goals.

when i said i could make someone a master artist by teaching them for a few weeks, it's more or less the same thing. i would teach them that they need to find a core and find focus. they need to push the limits of their art and their ideas, and maybe the limits of the world and society. to focus on shapes and colours and feelings and pushing extremes, while also learning fundamentals of anatomies and perspectives and layouts just to back up the important parts. or if they just want to make ugly vectors for a boring company for 30.000sek each month, i would teach them to focus only on improving those skills necessary for that and to have a full understanding of what their niche means and what the market is like for them. i would also teach them that they can still push their personal limits and make interesting work even if they have a job making ugly art for a boring company, if they wanted to. i would teach them how to market and advertise their art. most of everything is just about focus and about cores and about disregarding useless things. those kinds of things come easy to me. i think it doesn't come easy to most people i see that earn 30.000kr a month. i could even be their therapist to help them stop feeling inferior about their art or stop having impostor syndrome. i understand how the world works and i'm able to teach others about it, if they want to listen.

the biggest evil in the world is expansion, the concept of expansion. our planet and our societies are going to be destroyed because of expansion, and we are hurting today, especially those of us in lower classes, because of expansion. the opposite of expansion is to make smaller and make less. the balanced version is to sustain. if the rich people stopped expanding, the planet and its poor people would do so much better. if we started sustaining instead of expanding, we would be good on our way, and if we started lessening, we could reverse most problems we have.

expanding comes in many forms, everywhere, all the time. when you want to have more money even though you already have enough to live a healthy, safe and happy life, that's expansion. when a company wants to make more money this month than last month, even though its owners have enough money to live a happy life, that's expansion (unless their only purpose in making more money is to help society in some way). when a government wants more land, that's expansion. i could really go on, but almost every evil in the world is expansion at its core. it's about someone wanting to get richer, someone wanting more priviledges, and that someone is someone who doesn't need it, someone who already has it. a company who already has it. a billionaire who already has it. a government who already has it.

i understand a lot about fixing the world. i understand that solving homelessness is possible and would logically be a good investment for societies. i understand that keeping people poor and exploiting them is a way for powerful people to stay powerful. i understand that nobody who has power or money actually wants to help fix the world, because it wouldn't benefit them personally. i understand that those of us who do want to fix the world never get the resources to do so, and won't receive funding from the people who don't want it fixed. i also understand that if i became a politician, i would get death threats. my life would be even harder than it is now. i don't have the option to gamble with my safety like that, when i can't even afford warm winter clothes in my size. it's also not the very easiest job for me. the very easiest would be game designer. the second easiest would be counsellor. politician comes a bit later. i think it would be nice to perform a job that's easy for me and earn 30.000kr every month.

i have a hard time focusing on creating things these days, or focusing on learning things that would help me, like programming. i know a bit of programming, and i know the logic of it very well. i could map out the way the code should work on paper. but learning all the phrases and exact ways of putting it together takes a lot of effort from me, and with my disability it's difficult to do that. i used to draw a lot, and i studied animation very deeply for some years. i read everything about the history of animation that i came across, and about all the fundamentals, the ideas, the ways to make good animation. different mindsets, some that i agree with and some that i don't. i don't think that good animation has to be smooth, or anatomically correct, or correct in perspective. i think anything can be great if it's done with a lot of feeling and honesty and genuinity. you have to have focus. you have to know what your core is, and what the core of your animation is, what the core of each movement, each action, and each scene is. the core of each character. the core of the story, and the colour palettes. the feelings and the motifs. i don't agree that it matters if its two frames or thirty frames. the part that's going to blow people away is the feeling and the extremes. the wild bold colours, or the extremely minimal colours. the massive movements, or the nuanced tiny ones. the ones that tell a story, or the ones that give you a feeling and a sensation without a story. the ones that are anatomically correct and twenty-four frames per second are never going to matter to anyone if they don't feel like anything. that's what i think.

most things are about focus and cores and about not wasting resources on the wrong things. it's about not expanding in the wrong direction. things that come easy to me. if i had the energy, if my back didn't hurt so much, if i could buy sushi for lunch, i would make the best horse videogame in the entire history of the world. i would get more than 30.000kr per month for it, and i would give 1000kr each to 3 or 5 poor people every month to help them with their rent, or their meds, or their sick cat. i would be the responsible adult in my life who has got my back, who can support me, who can help me, and i would be that adult for others. i would pay to go to horse therapy every week, and i would still be able to save 100.000kr every year, and i would be safe, and i would be happy.

#personal #nonhorsgaem

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flockofdoves · 1 year

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i think its important to retain compassion and make sure when i actually talk to her i am open to listening to whatever she has to say. obviously thats important even just on purely a level of wanting communication to go well and for her to be receptive to solutions. but also of course there needs to be space kept for me and my gf to vent our frustration on our own time bc just bc pretty much almost everyone can always have some sort of personal justification for why they did something within their constricted circumstances obviously that doesn't mean people hurt by that dont still have reasons to be upset or resent the situation. and i'm trying to be good and healthy in how i balance these two things.

i'm not always the best at conversations i can be a bit conflict avoidant and i have given up on talking about any of this for a while after my last half assed attempts at communication about this stuff failed (even if i think to be fair to myself some of it very clearly goes beyond what i'd imagine the scope of any misalignment of expectations from past experiences in different living situations could cause. like sure ok maybe you've used other peoples dishes in the past but i cant imagine it takes communication (which i did w this actually!) to know that if you've then let those dishes mold for a month throwing out that persons dishes after they ask you to wash them after they see them outside is not an acceptable next step) but i’m really trying to expend the effort to be better at communicating

but every time i’ve tried she avoids it somehow. and i keep trying harder in more direct but still not aggressive ways and i’m sure theres still more i could do but its just so so frustrating having it continue on this way.

i feel like theres no space for me to even healthily balance my frustration with not letting that boil into any actual opportunity to talk because its just like a constant situation of having to hope that she’ll actually not avoid things this time and i need to emotionally prep myself for conversation so that i won’t unproductively just come across as angry (or just like. so shaky i cant talk lol) and because i’m just like fucking constantly having to put myself in that state theres not even a healthy space to even be properly mad during me and my gfs time when shes not around

i’m just so so so sick of this i’m so constantly stressed and sad about all of this this is the worst roommate situation i’ve ever been in even when just like. in fun conversations before she was avoiding us and that i still overhear w her friends i really enjoy my roommate. like thats really saying something when i’ve had a homophobic passive aggressive roommate before and a roommate that always turned the thermostat up to 90 degrees!!! but this is still (even after her wayyyy lowballing the utility bills “at their worst” looking back lmao) like the cheapest place i’ve seen around here with this fucking housing crisis happening around my college and at this point itd literally be too late to find anything good for when this lease ends i don’t know what to fucking do i was panicking about housing this time last year and it felt like it might fall through at like any moment once we did secure this apartment last august and then like so soon after that everything started to gradually get more and more stressful as more things happened with our roommate so its been like a fucking year of housing stress about stuff but we didn’t even start early bc it cost so much to furnish this place so our room wasnt just so deeply stressful to live in with the amount of unpacked boxes for months that we only just finally had all the furniture and storage to actually put away that we kept being like well i’m sure if we just communicate better it can improve because we really want to keep living here and dont want to go through All That with apartment applications and moving again any time soon but also jesus christ what if it just doesnt fucking change im in fucking limbo

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pjisskullourful · 1 year

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i should be getting into my makeup/costume to be skynd for my besties birthday/halloween party but i cant leave the house todaay-- allergies& anxieties get to win today

whatever, heres the first scene of the ethan halloween fic, featuring an awesome halloween party

im on the homestretch of writing it & in the meantime please enjoy the preview

LADY'S COMPANY, SCENE ONE, 1.7k words

“I’m gonna need you to stay close to me tonight.” You said to your boyfriend as you sat in the back of the Uber. The large hat that completed your Halloween costume was resting on your lap.

Ethan looked away from the window. “Of course. I do that at every party, right? I’ve never just abandoned you…”

You reached your gloved hand out for his, unable to feel the warmth of his touch, but grateful to have him to hold onto all the same. “That’s true, but I’m gonna need it extra tonight- like, I might need to use you as my crutch.”

“Babe, we’re in public, it’s not appropriate to be talking about my crotch right now.” He said, prompting you to roll your eyes as you snatched your hand out of his grasp. “I’m kidding, I’m totally kidding. As an underling of the lady, if she needs me to lean on, then it will be my privilege to assist her in that fashion.”

You had practised walking in these ten-inch high boots ever since they had arrived in the mail. You put the Pleasers on when you were washing the dishes, or leaving the apartment to check the mailroom, ignoring the pain as you tried to perfect a confident stride.

The majority of your tumbles had happened during that first week. But you usually depended on the kitchen counter to keep yourself upright, or a hand on the wall to maintain your balance.

And tonight was going to be your longest stretch of time in the high heels. All of this had you feeling a little unsure.

But you were determined to push through the trepidation, willing to give this your best effort.

Because this Lady Dimitrescu cosplay had been a long time coming.

Video games were one of the first things that you and Ethan had related on during those early dates - showing you that you could hang out with him, enjoying his company beyond romance and fucking. It was the common ground that had made settling into a relationship with him so easy.

When you had caught covid in the middle of last year, he hadn’t entertained the thought of being anywhere but by your side. He had caught the virus during the early stages of the pandemic and being fully vaccinated by the time that you started to show symptoms - he was the ideal person to take care of you. This included keeping you entertained by playing through the newly released addition to the Resident Evil franchise.

You had laid on the sofa next to him, watching as he progressed through Village. He hadn’t played when he didn’t have you as an audience member, not allowing you to miss any of the gameplay. If you were too tired to watch then he would either nap with you, or take care of chores around the home.

It was a rare opportunity for the two of you to get downtime together and the majority of it had revolved around this survival video game.

Now you were dressed as the giant villain, with him taking on the role of one of the lady’s henchmen. Dressed in a black gown with a hood, he had his face painted with makeup, including a lot of fake blood around his mouth - he had transformed into Cassandra.

Something that the two of you had worked on for awhile was ready to be shared with your friends.

The car came to a stop outside Victoria’s apartment building. He was quickly out of the car, rushing around to help you out of your side. His flat shoes added no issues to his mobility and he was there to offer both hands to you in an instant.

You carried your hat in one hand, gripping him tightly with the other. The train of the white dress that you had made dragged on the ground behind you as you took cautious steps towards the lobby doors. These first moments were always the most challenging, as you needed to remember how to handle yourself in the shoes, trying to ignore the impulse to give in to the wobbles that threatened your balance.

But he remained at your side, not rushing your steps. He let you set the pace as the Uber driver left the street behind. You concentrated on every step, placing your foot down with purpose. You thought that the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park moved with more delicate grace than you currently possessed.

Once in the elevator you placed your wide-brimmed hat atop your curled hair. You had crafted the hat yourself, the crown of it adding more height to your overall appearance.

You were distracted from primping yourself in front of the mirror wall when you noticed him watching you, a smile on his painted face. “What, what are you looking at?”

He went on smiling, leaning against the wall. “I’m looking at my amazingly creative girlfriend in a cosplay that’s better than the original character.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re gonna be in a good mood all night because you’re at boob-level.” You said of your cleavage, which was currently being moulded by a push-up bra.

“That is not the case. This is a wonderfully crafted costume and you deserve the admiration for the hard work that went into a flawless look.” He said. “And if I were to look at your tits, it would be with the intent to wait to motorboat you until we get home. Because I respect your look enough to not want to ruin it with my makeup. Until the end of the night, at least.”

“Good boy.” You said, taking advantage of your newly-acquired height to pat the top of his head.

It would take some time to adjust to being taller than your boyfriend. Usually you two were at eye level with one another. The only time that you had to get on your tip-toes to kiss him was when he wore a pair of platform shoes.

The elevator doors opened and it was at once clear that you were on the right floor - the loud music from Victoria’s home could be heard in the communal hallway.

The song only got louder when she opened the door. But she immediately matched the volume of the music, an expression of joyful surprise on her face as she looked at the two of you. “Holy fuck, Ethan brought his giant vampire wife!” It was delivered like an announcement to the rest of the party, getting the attention of those nearby.

The hostess herself was dressed in a frilly dress, which had been in the innocent shade of baby blue, until she had gotten her hands on it. Now the fabric was covered in the deep red of fake blood, concentrating on the main wound over her stomach. Her white knee-high socks had been similarly ruined, there was also blood on her limbs and face.

“Aren’t you going to invite us in?” You asked, keeping one hand rested on his shoulder. This was a joke that you had worked out together, playing with the ancient lore that vampires couldn’t enter a home without being explicitly invited by one of the residents.

“Oh my God, yes. Please come in.” She said, standing to the side. “You guys look so fucking amazing.”

“Thank you.” Ethan said. “You look traumatised.”

“Yeah, my costume makes more sense when I’m standing with Tom, but I…” With a furrowed brow she trailed off, starting to look around at her surroundings. “...don’t know where he- ah, Thomas!”

He emerged from the other side of the room, dressed in the exact same dress that she was wearing. He was similarly bloodied and his hair was styled in the same fashion, complete with a cute little white daisy clip to hold it back from his face.

“Wow. Okay, putting the rest of us to shame.” He said of your costumes. “Like, this is so good that it’s kind of insane.”

Ethan’s face lit up at the sight of his friends’ identical outfits. “Oh, the Grady twins.”

“Yeah.” She said, the grin leaving her face as she grabbed Thomas’ hand. In her stance and expression, she became very robotic. It was unnerving due to how radically it went against your friend’s typical disposition. He aimed to mirror her shift, standing with perfect posture and his hazel eyes seemed to see through you.

“Come and play with us, Danny.” The pair said, so close to being in perfect unison with their quote. “Forever, and ever…”

“And ev-...” She cut herself off with a frustrated goan. “Again, where were you, man?”

His expression became sheepish as he looked at her. “It’s two and ever’s?”

“Yes, come on, we looked it up after the last time. We gotta get it right, Stanley Kubrick is spinning in his grave right now.” She said of The Shining’s director, before lowering her voice to subtly ask Ethan a question. “He is dead, right?”

“Yes darling, and for a very long time now.”

“I can’t get over these incredible costumes.” Thomas said.

“Yeah, I’m really glad you guys got the point that Halloween is supposed to be scary.” She said. “Unlike some people…”

“Who isn’t being scary?” You asked.

“I think I can guess…” Ethan said.

Damiano was found in the kitchen - breaking the trend of fake blood that his bandmates had fully leaned into. Instead of channelling something spooky, he had elected for a sexy presentation, dressed as a vintage Playboy bunny. He had the tall ears atop his head and the fuzzy, white tail attached just above the butt of his tight bodysuit.

The conversation he had been having was cut short when he got distracted by the sight of you and Ethan. “Oh shit, Tall Girl 3: World War Tall…” He was close to your exaggerated height thanks to the high heels he was wearing. “This is so fucking cool.”

“And scary.” Victoria said.

He rolled his eyes. “Bite me, I am living my best life right now. And that’s the life where we observe the girl world rule that Halloween is the one day a year when you can dress up like a total slut, and no one can say anything about it.”

Ethan considered this with a thoughtful look on his face. “So everyday is Halloween to you?”

Damiano opened his mouth, but you were deprived of hearing his sassy comeback when Victoria seized upon this silence, raising her voice. “Edgar is here now, group photos. Let’s go to the balcony.”

“Is the lighting out there still good?” He asked.

You found a barstool to perch yourself on, catching up with other friends in attendance, while Ethan was preoccupied by the impromptu photoshoot.

#fic preview

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donotlookatmyface · 2 years

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09 / 13 - 9 : 46 p.m.

i got my appendix removed last month. and i think i have a thing for my friend. ive slept with her before, in the time i was with bunny and he begged for a “sexy threesome” so i got drunk one day and just did it. i dont remember very much of it since it was years ago, it was before we both moved into the apartment but anyways, it was an okay experience. shes beautiful, and is always so nice to me. but when i have memories of her, us being together i felt wanted, i felt like i was the center of attention. but that was years ago, it happened once and its tainted with the pervert of my ex.

after the break up, i set up an online profile, this was months after the break up and i was told by my ex that i should sleep with others other than him. so i did, and i found a couple. the same day i texted them i went over and had sex. when i first got there she let me shower and let me borrow a tshirt and shorts since i had just gotten off of work. i thought that was so polite of her, we had a conversation before anything, they smoked some weed, i didnt want to smoke since it triggers my hypomania. but it was a while, i was with a girl for the second time but this time i was sober. i wasnt really interested in the guy but she was nice. she was soft and i wanted to make her feel good. she was nervous because at the time i was about 85 - 90 pounds, besides that it was just something that happened. thinking back to these two instances i just felt lost. nothing i did was worth it, it didnt make me any more happier or less lonely.

bat is pretty, she is high maintenance but so am i. that doesnt mean that she doesnt deserve someone good, even when we had our issues when we lived together for a very short month, she would clean the house when i was away, since i work 11 hrs a day, leave early in the morning, come back at night. she would do dishes or clean the restroom, she would even do the floors. and she would seek validation.

anyways i just texted her about just feeling nervous talking to her and thinking about her, of course she told me that shes talking to someone else so shes not seeking a relationship with me but she is interested in having a fling. i told her i understand and that im interested in the fling too, but i do feel just awkward about it since its been about a year since ive had sex.

its weird. im scared to be taken advantage of again, im scared of being in a relationship, ive forgotten what sex feels like, i crave attention, i want to go out and party, i want to drink, i want to do impulsive things, i think about having sex all the time, i want to clean my room but instead i rot in my bed or just play games all day and night, i get no sleep, i dont wash my hair, i let the water bottles accumulate by desk, my stimming is getting worse and i feel lonely.

i wonder if i’ll be okay in a year from now, if i’ll find someone. if i’ll still be single, if i’ll be happier.

i think i just have appearance issues. i cant seem to embrace my gender, ive stopped taking care of my skin and everything i wear seems like a costume no matter what i wear. theres not one day i dont get reminded of my weight gain, i weigh 117 now, and i am glad about it, everyone is. but i hate that once i wear something not baggy someone says “ oh youve gained weight” which i know they mean it in a “good for you” but it feels just awkward. one of my friends also made a very common comment/joke from high school to me and i let it get to me, but i just ignored it.

i feel alone, i feel lost.

all i do is work and stay home. i do go out with friends, but thats just sometimes. like maybe once a month, since most of them are busy with school. which my friends want me to go back to, they tell me to get a couple classes in the collage that theyre going to and i want to i just dont know what i would do or study. i was thinking maybe business or marketing. i do want to want to take animation if i could again, since i dropped out for a DUMB ASS reason. also i need to keep drawing instead of playing splatoon or valorant haha.

i dont think im depressed, just lost and with out purpose. ive tried to get back into homestuck but goddamn, its so damn long. but thats what made me happy, so maybe i just need something else to obsess over. in a healthy, normal way.

i also want to write songs but once i start recording i remember how much i hate my voice, i mean i do like it its just weird

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shipperofdoomedships · 2 years

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This is a prompt that has been done by several other writers and who obviously did it way better than me but the nugget of the idea kept replaying in my head so I had to write it. Also for what its worth im also posting this on my AO3 page which I don't know how to link but my username there is the same as on here

Part 1-Dishes and demolished property

Lena Luthor is in a oddly good mood. Her and Kara's friendship has been steadily getting better and better since their initial reconciliation and she finds herself smiling more often than she has in a long time. And to top it off Lena got some hopeful news during a game of truth or dare at the most recent game night. Leave it to a tipsy Nia to suggest that game, but finding out Kara is Bisexual and giving Lena a spark of hope that one day she might habe a shot made it all worth doing some embarrasimg dares.

Lena is in such a good mood that she finds herself singing and dancing to the radio as she washes dishes. Yes she may have a perfectly good dishwasher, but shes also bored because of having been barred from any sort of work at the tower today per Kara to quote “get some rest and relax for once Lena, you need it and deserve it”.

Swaying her hips and humming to the pop song that Kara made her listen to, Lena accidentally uses too much water pressure in the sprayer and ends up completely soaking her shirt and pajama pants. After wiping the water from her face she looks down and decides to just finish the last of the dishes in her underwear as to avoid any more soaked clothes. She quickly strips down and goes back to work. As soon as she’s finished another song comes on the radio that happens to be a guilty pleasure of hers so she starts dancing across the living room just enjoying carefree feeling she has at the moment.

Suddenly she hears a loud crash followed by the unmistakable voice of Kara yelling “oh golly!” then another crash followed by Kara yelling “crap!”. Lena quickly throws a robe around herself and runs to the balcony looking for any sign of Kara. She quickly spots her on a roof of a building adjacent from Lena’s standing among the remains of a once brand new billboard advertising an upcoming concert.

Realizing Kara is fine Lena cant help but laugh at the site of Supergirl trying to make a demolished billboard stand up again. Kara quickly looks up and realizes Lena is warching her and says “fuck me” louder than she probably means to then quickly flies away. After a momentary blush from hearing Kara swear (and not from her saying those specific words she tells herself) Lena goes back inside to get dressed knowing Kara will be by at some point later to tell her what happened.

Part 2-Why a billboard had to die

Kara Danvers head is quite literally in the clouds. She’s flying around the city patrolling on a particularly boring day. Not so much as a cat stuck in a tree so far, which IS a good thing but without something to fight or help with her mind keeps wandering to Lena and how extra pretty she looked at game night with her hair down and cheeks slightly flushed from being tipsy on wine.

Kara has been having trouble keeping her mind off her best friend more often here of late and shes more than a little worried that Lena will notice her blatantly staring, or even worse that one of the Superfriends (namely Alex or Nia) will call her out on it in front of Lena. Without even realizing it Kara has flown very near Lena’s apartment building. She decides to stop and at least make sure Lena is taking it easy like she told her too earlier. That decision she realizes belatedly, was not the best one she’s made that day. As soon as she gets closer to the building she quickly notices Lena dancing in nothing but her bra and panties (the words black lace repeating in Kara’s head like a skipping record).

Her mind blanking but her flight path not changing or slowing down, the next thing she knows she has a face full of steel as she the side of her head collides with the metal pole of a billboard. “Golly!” she said as she tries to catch it but in her panic she pushes up too hard and ends up breaking the sign part of the billboard in half. “Crap!” Kara screams as she quickly but hopelessly tries to get the billboard back together. Suddenly she hears whats normally a sound that is music to her eara, that being the unmistakable sound of Lena laughing. Realizing Lena probably saw the entire fiasco or at least the aftermath, Kara says “fuck me!” out of sheer embarrassment then quickly flies off.

Part 3-Confessions of a billboard slayer

Kara tentatively knocks on Lena’s door and waits for her friend to answer. She’s worried sick that Lena saw her get distracted by seeing Lena in her undies and will think Kara is some kind of peeping tom or something. Lena opens the door and quickly engulfs Kara in a hug and asking if she is ok. Kara sighs in relief and says she is before looking at Lena for any sign of discomfort or really any sign Lena knows why the incident happened.

Lena simply looks back with a soft smile and takes Kara by the hand leading her to the couch to sit. Still holding Kara’s hand Lena looks at Kara expectantly waiting for the story of how all that happened. Blushing, Kara clears her throat and decides to just tell Lena everything. After all she did promise no more secrets. Once her stammering confession is done she looks up and waits for Lena’s reaction.

Lena is momentarily stunned at the fact Kara accidentally destroyed public property all because she was distracted by her in bra and panties. Then the realization hits Lena that if Kara is distracted by Lena in her undies, then there’s a chance Kara might actually find her attractive. Lena decides to test the waters and asks in a mostly playful tone “so me in nothing but my underwear is really that distracting?”. Without thinking Kara immediately replies “you have no fucking idea” which makes them both blush immediately and look down at their hands. In a split whim of bravery Lena says “well anytime you want that sort of distraction I’d be more than happy to oblige”.

Kara looks up surprised but her pupils immediately dialate at the mental images running through her brain. Shaking her head to snap out of it Kara gets her own whim of bravery and says “how bout right now?” to which Lena leans in close enough for Kara to feel Lena’s breath on her lips and whispers “of course darling” before finally kissing her.

#supergirl #supercorp ficlet #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers

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nakachuchu · 3 years

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Lemon Cake | Ushijima Wakatoshi

SYNOPSIS: Roommates AU - Your small world comes crashing down.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 556

WRITTEN: 04/15/2021

NOTES: Thank you for requesting from my event! I changed the prompt a bit so I hope that's okay. I cant picture Noya or Ushijima cheating so this is more of a betrayal/emotional cheating. Prompt: You caught them cheating on you with your friend.

You were in love with your roommate. There wasn't a label on your relationship with Ushijima aside from being friends and roommates.

Even though the two of you held hands, watched movies together, went out for dinner together, and even cooked meals together, you weren't dating.

You never had the courage to ask because there was never the right moment for it, but you allowed yourself to believe that you were the only person he did all those things with.

You never stopped to think that he was simply being polite because you were his roommate and perhaps because the two of you were touch-starved.

So when you walked into your apartment after a long day of work in hopes of watching a movie and eating the lemon cake you bought with Ushijima, but instead found him kissing a girl, you felt like the world was ending.

You couldn't lash out because technically, the two of you weren't dating. You stood there for a moment with your mouth parted and eyes wide until the girl cling onto Ushijima and looked at you.

"Sorry, do you mind, Y/N?" he questioned.

"N-No, s-sorry," you muttered as you ran to your room and slammed the door shut.

Of course, you minded. He was making out with someone in the living room. It was a public space.

What was so special about that girl anyway? You had never seen her interact with him before.

Tears escaped your eyes and you had to force the sobs down. You didn't want them to hear you crying. You didn't want to be thought of as weak.

You sniffled as you looked at the bag that contained the lemon cake you bought. You had plans to eat it with him.

It was a normal occurrence for the two of you to eat lemon cake after a long day and you were hoping today would be one of those days.

Maybe if you had asked him to be your boyfriend, he would have said yes. Instead, you allowed yourself to be comfortable with just being roommates.

The lemon was wet, yet dry in your mouth. Your sons came out muffled because of the lemon cake in your mouth and you had to force yourself to swallow it.

You were so hungry after a long day at work, but you didn't feel like eating, except when you didn't eat, your stomach contorted painfully.

Nothing was going right today and you weren't sure if it would ever return to normal.

What were you supposed to do afterward? Would you simply leave and find another place? You couldn't do that.

You had a system with Ushijima, and ignoring the fact that you were in love with him, he was a good roommate. You had heard those terrifying stories of roommates, but Ushijima was none of those.

You washed the dishes and took out the trash, while he watered the plans and cleaned the bathroom. Dinner would switch between the two of you or takeout. Laundry would be done of your own.

You had a good life with Ushijima and perhaps that was one of the reasons why you fell in love with him. You just never expected things to go so wrong. You had been living in a fairy tale and it was time to wake up.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

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fanficwritinggirl · 3 years

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This is due to the fact that when i was 14 years old i met Bill Weasley. And when i mean i met him i mean we were only introduced to each other. I was spending the summer at the Weasleys which i did every summer since i started Hogwarts. And this was the one time that Bill Weasley decided that he was going to come and spend a few days with his family and this was when i first met him.

I must admit that seeing him for the first time was like something out of a romance movie or novel. Like time litrally stopped. I remember looking at him and thinking that he was the most beautiful man that i had ever seen. He gave his family a cheerful good morning and kissed his mother on the cheek and then sat down opposite to me. I remember our eyes meeting and he smiled at me and offered his hand to me. "Bill Weasley nice to meet you. You must be Y/N L/N" he introduced. And he said it in the most sweetest way that it made me swoon. I gave him a small smile and a nod and he left it at that. I sat there listening to him talk about his work. And the passion that was in his voice when he spoke of it made me fall for him. I know that it is cleche but that is the only way that i can describe it. I had never met someone as amazing as Bill Weasley and i never shall as i declare that he is the most amazing person that i have ever met. And that might just be my dumb teenage mind but he is in all honsetly as passionate, beautiful individual.

2 years after the battle of Hogwarts i was now 19 years old and you could say that a lot of things had changed since then. Well for a start Ron and Hermione are together. Harry and Ginny are together. And our poor Fred was sadly killed in the battle to sum it up. The dynamic that had taken place in the Weasley house was never the same after the death of Fred. And i wouldnt expect anything less. I miss what the twins had. The pranks that they pulled. I feel as though the light had gone out. That the magic that once filled the home will never be whole again. And that broke my heart. But i am 19 now. An adult and i have to face the fact that life isnt full of happiness and that this was one of the many hard things that i was going to have to face.

Me and Ron sat in the sitting room of the weasley home playing an intense game of Wizards Chess. And once again i was losing. Ron was still the best chess player that i knew even 8 years later. I groan as Ron beats me once again. "Seriously Ron you have to at least give me a chance to win" i whine. He laughs. "Well maybe if you would practice more you might stand a chance of beating me" he boasts and i gasp. "Ronald Weasley dont be such a cocky git" i say as i hit him in the arm and he laughs at me as i sulk.

"What are you doing now Ron" Hermione asks as she walks in. Ron giggles. "She is sulking because i beat her again at Wizards Chess" he tells her. Hermione shakes her head and kisses his forehead. "Im sorry to tell you this Y/N but i dont think that you are ever going to beat him. Trust me i dont like to increase his ego but he is the best chess player and we both know that" she says sympathetically and i groan again and stand up. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. We know" i joke and we all laugh.

"Its lovely to see some laughing in here" a voice says and we turn and see Bill Weasley standing at the edge of the sitting room. I freeze not expecting Bill to be here. "Bill what are you doing here" Ron says happily as he stands up and goes to hug his brother. "Decided that i would stay a few days and grace you all with my presence" he states as he hugs Ron. I look at Bill and can see the bags that are under his eyes. Which honestly he looks better then what i expected to look like after everything that he had been through.

Not long after the battle of Hogwarts. Bill and his wife Fleaur divorced. I guess you could say that with the PTSD and the loss of Fred took a toll on their marriage and it inevetable ended in Fleaur leaving on morning and never coming back and a few weeks later divorce papers showed up at shell cottage and then Bill knew that his marriage was over. After signing the divorce papers he moved back in with the weasleys for a few months getting affairs in order and deciding what was the next move which for him was buying an apartment in the city so that he was closer to work and from what i had been told by the rest of the Weasleys his life had been work ever since. It was heartbreaking to see a man that was once so passionate about his work loose that spark because of a broken heart. I had seen him briefly a few months back when i was at diagon alley at the bank and i must admit he looked better now than he did then.

Bill pulls back from Ron and smiles at me and Hermione. "Its nice seeing you two again. Im sorry i havent been around much work and all" he apoligies and me and hermione shake our heads. "Bill dont worry about it. Works work. Your here now" Hermione says kindly. He grins at us. "Thank you that is really nice of you. I just wanted to come and see you all before i go and see Mum. You know her she is going to keep me stuck in converstation all night at this point" he jokes and we all laugh at that. Very well knowing what Molly Weasley was like. "Go on Bill go and see her now if you want to get to bed at a decent hour" Ron says giving him a pat on the back. Bill shakes his head with a grin on his face and heads off upstairs towards. My mind was racing now. Because all i could think about was the fact that the feelings that i had bedded deep down about Bill Weasley were now coming to the surface.

Which a few days later made me completely and utterly scrood. It started with just little things between me and Bill. One morning Molly asked us to wash the dishes and it was just our hands touching that i could feel the sparks that people talk about. All of us playing a game of ball and him moving the hair from the side of my face and staring into my eyes. Him opening the door for me with a smile. It was things like this that made me relise that i was hopelessly in love with Bill Weasley and i could be. He was one of my best friends brothers and that meant that it was a big no no in the eyes of my friendship with Ron which meant that i was going to have to keep my distance.

I was standing at the sink as i was washing the dishes which was something that i offered to always do as a way of helping Molly out which i didnt mind. I loved the view that the kitchen gave me. Right out onto the garden were Ron, George and Bill were currently messing around in the garden together. Casting funny spells on each other and the laughs that was coming from them was bittersweet as there was one Weasley that would have been there. And yes im talking about Fred. And obviously Percy is another weasley sibling which i must admit that after the battle he has tried more with the family but he is still the outsider in a way. I dont know much about Percy and i dont really want to know him all to well.

But back to the view. I loved looking at Bill mess around with his brothers. There was a look of happiness the old Bill in his eyes which i know that we have all missed. The Bill that i remember falling for when i was 14. But this Bill there was so much more to him and that made me more intregued.

"So which one of my brothers are you looking at and please tell me it is not Ron" a voice asks from behind me. I come out of my daze and turn and see Ginny standing behind me. I look at her shocked before shaking my head. "Why would i be staring at Ron Ginny" i ask her confused. She sighs. "Good that is the answer that i wanted now that means that there are only 2 of my brothers that you could have been staring at. Now is it my brother George who is a hilarious guy even though he isnt much anymore but still can be. And can make any girl fall with his jokes. Or is it my eldest brother Bill. Who is passionate, determined and someone who you have been in love with since you were 14. Now let me see ene meany miney..." she says but i cut her off.

"Ginny! Stop okay i know that you know" i burst and she smirks at me. "Of course i know. I know everything. And just to let you know i think you should go for it" she expalins to me with a smirk. I just looks at her and groan. "Ginny he was barley been divorced a year yet alone ready for anew relationship and anyway what about the age difference" i try to excuse so that she would stop talking about it. She shakes me head and me. "No no no. Dont start trying to feed me all of this age difference bs. Come on like 10 years isnt that bad. Like i mean there are people who get married to others who are like 40 years older than them. Which makes you and Bill normal" she trys to persuade me. I sigh and shake my head. "Like i said Ginny he and Fleaur have barely been split up a year. And anyway he probarbly doesnt look at me like that" i doubt and go back to washing the dishes.

"Look Y/N. I know how you feel i thought Harry thought the same thing about me but hey look at us now. We might think one way about something but you know we may be wrong. And i can see the way that you and Bill are together. The way that you two move around each other its like a dance. Its like you two are meant to move together. That you are meant to be together. And i believe in soulmates and i know that you two are. I never got any of this off of Bill and Fleaur. The connection but i do now. And im telling you to go for it. Trust me" she explains. I look at her shocked. Trying to take everything in. She gives me a smile knowing that i am going to think about it. Once she leaves a bend myself over the sink with both elbows on either side of it and put my head in my hands and sigh. This is just making things harder.

Later that night i lie in bed not being able to sleep. What Ginny had said to me had got me fucked up in the way that now i cant decide what to do. I get out of bed after trying for way to long to get to sleep and head down to the kitchen to get myself some milk to help me go to sleep. I walk down there and grab some milk from the fridge and pour some in a pot to put over the stove.

"Y/N" a voice asks and i turn around and see Bill standing there looking at me with sleepy eyes. "Sorry if i woke you"i apoligise. He shakes his head and walks further into the kitchen. "You didnt i was up doing some work" he informs me and i enternally groan. He needs to stop working so much. "Well anyway then. Sorry for disturbing you. Can i offer you a mug of warm milk i heard that it helps on feel more relaxed. Or at least it did when i was a child" i say and he laughs and nods his head. "Yes please but i have a little bit of a request on how to make it better" he says as he walks to the pantree and i pour some milk into some mugs. He comes back out and has some cinnamon in his hand and sprinkles it on the top of the milk. "Mum used to do this when we are little. It just made the drink feel more at home" he says. He turns his head up and looks at me straight in the eyes. And once again there it was. The spark. The connection that i felt was there. To my dissapointment he pulls back and looks at me with intent smile.

"Why dont you try it" he says to me referring to the milk. I break out of the trance that i was in and take a sip of the milk. And he was right. The drink tasted more of home. And now all i could think about when i thought of the milk was him. I see him take a drink of his milk before our eyes meet again. He moves the milk away from his lips and puts it on the counter. He moves closer to me and before i know what is happening his lips are on mine. And a zoo erupts in my stomach. I put my own milk down and wrap my arms around his neck as he deepens it. Devoruing my lips and feeling every part of my body. He moves his hands down to my ass and grabs it pulling me up into his arms before setting me down on the counter.

My breathes are heavy. It is so hard to breathe when i am so intoxicated with him. The feeling of him of my skin. The burning that i feel in my core. This man was a drug. He pulls aways and looks at me. He smirks when he sees me so out of breathe. He moves a part of my C/H out of my face and looks deep in my eyes.

"I have wanted to do that for some long you dont understand. From the first time that i saw you the other day. I knew that you were something else. Something about you was causing me to feel something that i have never felt before and i know now that is because you are my drug Y/N. Your my drug and i hope that i am yours" he asks me. All i can do is nod my head. "Your my drug Bill. And i want all of you" i tell him and once again i am being devoured by him. He lifts me up once again and lifts me upstairs to his room and you can fill in the rest.

The next morning i wake up with Bill lying naked next to me on his back with him slightly snorning next to me. I giggle and turn and stroke his cheek and also planting a kiss. His hands moves up and holds mine and he smiles. "Morning" he says and i smile. "Morning" i say as he kisses me. I sigh. He is my drug. He pulls me closer and groans. "We are going to have to tell them arent we" he asks. I nod as i curl into him. "Yeah we are but i have a feeling that they already know" i inform him and he looks at me confused. "And how would they know" he asks me cheekely. "Well i have a feeling that we may have not been that quiet last night" i say mischeviously. He smirks and leans closer. "I believe that you are correct on that but i would say that it was mostly you calling my name that they heard" he whispers in my ear and i moan. He flips us over and pins my hands over my head. "And i think that for you being a naughty girl and not being quiet last night i might need to punish you" he purrs. The feeling of my core heats up once again. "And how might you do that William" i ask him. I slowly feel him slide his hand down to my pussy and put a finger in and i groan. "I have a few ideas" he says before taking me.

You could say that we were correct. When we walked down the stairs everyone was looking at us. Molly and Arthur looked a little unconfertable. Which i dont blame them. I dont think they preferably wanted to hear their son having sex. Hermione, Ron, Harry and George looked completely shocked and Ginny of course was sitting there with a smug look on her face. Bill sighs. "Ok i know that most of you are shocked right now and i understand that completely. And im sorry that you had to hear that last night. But i just want to let you know that i love Y/N. I love her and some of you might think that it is a bit early after the divorce and all but i know its now. I know that what we feel for each other is stronger than anything that i have ever felt and that will never change. So all i ask is for you please just be happy for us" Bill exclaims. They all just blink at us before Ron is the first to speak.

"Can i just asks. From how hard your bed was going against the wall im surprised that you are even walking Y/N" he jokes. Molly wacks him around the head. "Ronald Weasley" she exclaims and we all laugh. We know that they accept us and Bill kisses my head before we head to the table. We recive some awkward hugs and pats on the back which was expected but at the end of the day i have Bill and Bill has me.

#bill weasley #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley x reader #harry potter #hp stuff #harry potter smut #george weasley x reader #george weasley #ron weasley #hermione granger #molly weasley #ginny weasley #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco malfoy #draco x reader

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Oh God

TimeTraveler!Son x Haikyuu!! Part 2

a/n: hehe i wouldnt put ‘x haikyuu’ if manager y/n ends up with that certain character. youll just have to,,,, wait for the end 😏

he didnt want to lie but he had to so he could survive

hinata offered his hand to help him up and natsu winced at the scratches and the slight headache as he stood on his two feet

‘you okay?’

hinata asked and natsu nodded

‘yea, just a headache’

natsu tried to play it off as cooly as he could bc this must’ve been from the car hit before and he couldnt just say he got ran over by a damn car

‘where do you live? i can go and treat your wounds there’

natsu was about to respond but he remembers hes not in tokyo anymore and he cant just spout out his address

so he did the thing his mom told him to do whenever it was necessary

he lied

‘i-um,,,’

he fumbled for an excuse but he sighed to maintain the act

‘i got kicked out’

he mumbled and hinata had to make him repeat it twice because he said it so quietly

the tangerine boy gasped and held his arms

‘what?! why?!’

natsu sniffled

‘my dad,,,, he just,,, doesnt want me’

well, that was actually true

so a true statement could equal that lie, right?

thankfully, hinata bought it and he grabbed his arm to walk forward while his other was pushing his bike

‘i hit you with my bike so the least i could do is take you to my house and treat you!’

and that was what they did

natsu’s phone was dead even though he was sure he charged it from denki’s powerbank during practice but it remained its black screen no matter how many times he hit the power button

his surroundings was also something unfamiliar

his mother only kept him in tokyo and never took him to go visit her family because she was kicked out and had to go live with her auntie when she found out about him and his father refused to help her

‘so, sendai, huh?’

he mumbled and hinata looked at him confused

‘sounds like youre not from around here. where you from?’

‘t-tokyo’

he replied and saw hinata’s eyes brighten

‘oh?! you look like youre my age so you must have been in a high school in tokyo, right? what school?’

‘yuuei’

‘hah?! yuuei?! what is that?!’

natsu rolled his eyes and shrugged

‘a school’

hinata persisted though

‘do you know other schools?! any other school friends?! like nekoma?! or fukurodani?!’

natsu shook his head and he was supposed to be happy that he got to meet, even talk, to his idol yet his younger self was much more hyper than his mellowed out behavior on tv

‘i stick to my friends from yuuei’

‘but what are you doing all the way here?’

natsu’s throat dried up and he watched his feet kick the pebbles to distract him of his urge to just whine and throw a tantrum with the confusion from this mess

‘i dont know’

he choked out and he was so tired and confused and all he wants to do is cry in his mother’s arms like he used to but she doesnt even know he exists

hinata sensed the tension and sadness from the boy beside him and tried his best to stay quiet until they get home

to say his mom was angry was an understatement

‘SHOYO, DONT YOU KNOW TO WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING?!’

‘kaa-san i was so angry and bakageyama was yelling at me and hit me and-’

‘THAT DOESNT GIVE YOU AN EXCUSE TO RUN SOMEONE OVER!’

natsu sat there on their couch awkwardly watching the black-haired woman yell at the human tangerine

he coughed in impulse and she turned away from her son and went to sit next to the h/c boy

‘dear, im so sorry for my son and his terrible biking. i didnt catch your name when you entered, what is it?’

even hinata forgot to ask his name but thats such a hinata thing to do though

natsu froze

if he was to say his mother’s last name, it would raise suspicion that he might know her in this time period and izuku has shown him enough doctor who to show him what happens when he messes up in time

again, he lied

‘kiri,,,shima,,, natsu. kirishima natsu’

he inwardly apologized to eijirou for using his last name

mrs. hinata raised a hand to her mouth with a surprised gasp

‘oh! my daughter’s name is also natsu! natsu, dear! can you come here for a second?’

natsu heard soft sounds from the stairs and she shyly walked down

‘come say hi’

she softly urged her daughter to come closer and the little girl ran to hide behind her older brother who gently smiled and held her hand

‘well, thats her. she just turned 10 a few days ago. look dear, kirishima-kun has the same name as you!’

she waved slightly and natsu felt his heart swell at the sight of the adorable little girl

his mother never really had time for relationships so he was an only child and never got to experience a sibling, only hearing the experience of having siblings from his friend, shouto

mrs. hinata placed a gentle hand on his arm to revert his attention back to her

‘shoyo told me what happened and im sorry that this is all happening to you’

he felt guilty at the sight of her sad eyes because this was all a lie but he knew if he told them the real reason, they wouldnt believe him

so he had to continue with the lie

‘everything was falling apart and i wanted to leave everything behind. so i just took the shinkansen to nowhere and ended up here’

mrs. hinata felt her heart tug because he was just a little boy and he was too young to experience this so she offered him something he shouldnt have agreed to but again, survival

‘you can stay with us in the mean time. our guest room has been collecting dust so you can live here’

‘what? no! i can’t!’

natsu instinctually turned it down because he hated people giving him charity

but the woman squeezed his arm to give him a smile

‘i will not allow a child to live in the streets because of something he couldnt help’

‘arent you worried youre inviting a total stranger in your home?’

but she gave him a knowing smile

‘im a mother. i can trust you, boy’

in exchange for board and food, he promised to get a part time job so he could pay her back and get out of their house as quickly as he could

shoyo led him to the bathroom upstairs so he could treat the wounds from the ground

natsu sat on the closed toilet seat while his literal idol was putting cream on his boo-boos

he still cant wrap his head with everything

maybe it was because he was so busy trying to come up with lies that he wasnt able to fully sit down and think about the fact that he just TRAVELED BACK IN TIME and could accidentally change it

‘shoyo, what year is it?’

he mumbled

‘2012′

he answered and natsu sighed but his head perked up

oh god

2012

thats a year away from 2013

the year he was born

that meant shoyo’s team manager was going to give birth to him next year

‘why? did you hit your head so far that you forgot?’

hinata joked but he paled when natsu didnt laugh

‘OH GOD DID YOU?!’

‘NO! AND STOP YELLING!’

natsu shouted, equally surprised

‘whew, thank god. again, im so sorry i hit you’

‘shoyo, dont worry about it, okay? im fine, i swear’

during dinner, mrs. hinata told him about his school situation

‘you can go to karasuno with shoyo. what year were you in?’

‘first’

‘perfect! shoyo is too so he could easily help you around the school!’

natsu nodded quietly, still out of it and his brain finally starting to accept this impossible reality

‘but i dont think i could help you with the entrance exams. im not the most-um-smartest, per se’

shoyo apologized but natsu already knew that

he was no extreme fanatic but he knew quite a lot about hinata shoyo, the player he watched during the 2021 olympics and the reason he started playing volleyball

natsu dreamed to join the msby jackals just like his idol did and eventually reach the national team like hinata did

it was during the olympics of 2021, he knew he wanted to be like him

this boy who sat next to him was the reason he came to love volleyball along with his other idol, oikawa tooru, from the argentina volleyball team after seeing that legendary match

when oikawa hit that service ace, natsu wanted to be able to receive that

he was merely 8 and his neighbor, midoriya inko, was babysitting him and she placed him and her son who was his friend, izuku, in front of the tv where they watched the olympics match

‘someday, ill be someone great. ill be great like him’

he promised and from then on, he worked to achieve that goal

‘natsu? hello?’

he was shaken from his thoughts as shoyo nudged him back to reality

mrs. hinata laughed

‘maybe you should head to bed early, dear. you must be tired after having a hard journey’

he nodded and was about to go and wash his dishes when she stopped him

‘no. go and sleep, ill take care of this’

‘i have to do my part in here, hinata-san. please, let me do this’

she finally agreed and he was scrubbing the plates when his mind wandered over to possible solutions on how he could go back

there was an episode that he watched with izuku that the character had to do something to go back

and he had a feeling that he would have to do the same thing

but what would that something be?

there had to be a reason he was thrown all the way in this time and it couldnt just be a coincidence that supposedly, this would be around the same time his mother would get pregnant

but who would it be?

he finished putting the plates on the drying rack and he felt really thirsty suddenly

opening the fridge, he found no water bottles and natsu had a very sensitive stomach so he couldnt drink tap water

his next favorite beverage was there and he pulled a glass from the cabinet

‘hinata-san, is it okay if i can have some milk?’

he called out and she shouted that it was okay

natsu poured the drink on his glass and started drinking it when hinata entered the kitchen and snickered at him

‘yknow, you remind me of my idiot teammate. none of my other friends drink straight milk except for him’

natsu placed the glass down and wiped his lips

‘chocolate milk make me sick and i hate the taste of flavoring in milk. but i just hate flavoring in general. except for gari gari popsicles, those are good’

natsu reasoned, watching hinata move across the room to get an apple

‘still ew. but come on! lets go to bed so i can show you around school early before practice tomorrow!’

natsu noticed his excitement by the way he bounced in place and he chuckled

it reminded him of his friends mina and denki

hinata led them both to his room so he could check his wounds again just to make sure

then something caught his eye

‘kirishima-kun you like volleyball?!’

that threw him off

partly because he wasnt used to being called by his friend’s last name

but also because of the question

‘huh? how do you know that?’

natsu asked, almost defensively

hinata shrugged

‘i saw your volleyball shoes in your bag’

hinata reasoned and excitedly pointed at them

‘you should play for us! im part of the team too! oh oh! what position do you play?!’

‘l-libero’

natsu stuttered out, slightly overwhelmed by hinata’s energy

hinata started circling him, inspecting his height and looking at him up and down

‘yanno, kirishima-kun, youre really tall. like much taller than the rest of my club. maybe not saltyshima but really!! youre so tall!!’

hinata whined in envy and natsu laughed

‘blame it on the paternal side of the family. my ma isnt really tall’

he laughs but then memories of his mother resurfaced and he suddenly felt gloomy, guilty, even, bc he doesnt know if time stopped there or it kept going and if so, shes probably worried sick

and he knew she was always one who blamed herself

hinata noticed his downcast expression and thought he probably remembers his dad and got sad since he got kicked out

so our baby sunshine freaked out and he frantically waved his hands around

‘oh no! gomen kiri-kun! gomen! i really didnt mean to make you think about him! gomen!!!’

he even bowed which surprised the h/c boy and made him stand back up

‘o-oi shoyo! dont! you didnt because i wasnt thinking about him!’

he fussed and patted hinata’s hair

‘i dont care about him. to be honest, there isnt much to think about’

he didnt think about what he said until he heard himself

natsu’s eyes widened, fearful of how hinata could take it but he flinched when the orange-haired boy’s eyes were filled with his own tears

‘OH NO!! KIRI-KUN!!!’

then launched another series of apologies and natsu had to calm him down

oh dear

it was early in the morning like 5 when hinata bursted into natsu’s room

the loud shout of shoyo made his eyes blink open and he groaned before turning to the side

‘come on, kiri-kun! we need to go to take your exam!’

‘nooooooooo’

‘yeeessssssss’

it was quite a battle for hinata to even just get natsu out of bed but he managed to bribe the latter with some milk bread from the bakery down the street

‘2′

natsu showed his two fingers and hinata sighed before nodding

‘yes. now go hurry so we can leave!’

dressed in his grey sweatpants and a yuuei sweatshirt, natsu cursed as he only has clothes good for 2 days and he didnt want to bother the hinatas so he was at a loss

mrs hinata bid the two boys good bye and natsu was yawning and dragging his body to walk while hinata was skipping over to his bike

then he finally realized the problem

he nervously looked at natsu and the taller boy didnt understand why he was looking at him that way

‘what?’

shoyo pointed at the bike and awkwardly smiled

‘uh,,, you see,,, i dont think youd,,, fit,,, at the back seat’

natsu shrugged

‘then ill bike. ive done it before’

he sauntered over to the bike and swiftly lifted his leg before testing out the brake handles

‘its good and better than mine back home’

‘a-are you-’

‘sit down, sho’

hinata gripped on to the back of natsu’s sweatshirt as he told him the directions to how to get to the school

natsu remembered watching an interview of hinata talking about his high-school life and he remembered the star player talking about his dedication to go to karasuno everyday for volleyball

and the boy couldn’t believe hes doing that right now, with his idol literally behind him, and driving to the legendary karasuno high school

from the jackals to the adlers and even some other teams like the frogs, natsu cheered for them

there was a memory of his mother sitting with him on their couch during one of her rare day offs as they rewatched the recorded copy of the olympics

it has become natsu’s favorite thing to watch

‘with great talent comes great hardships. people don’t become good overnight and i watched those people suffer through it all but look where they are now’

‘KIRISHIMA, WATCH OUT! COWS CROSSING!’

natsu was snapped out of his thoughts at hinata’s shout

then it morphed into pure and utter confusion

‘cows?’

shoyo laughed

‘since youre from the city, this must be a weird sight for you, huh? well, in the countryside, this happens a lot!’

but natsu didnt mind

in fact, he loved cows

he loved any farm animal in general

maybe it was his upbringing in the hustle and bustle of the city that he grew to love the countryside

shoto took him with his family to a trip to the country once and he remembered loving the smell of grass

they were able to do an activity in a farm where they worked in a rice farm and the peace and serenity was something he will always remember

his mother was lucky she grew up in a place like this

‘kiri-kun, ive been wanting to ask, how is your volleyball team in the city? are you a powerhouse?’

natsu felt pride bubble up in his chest

‘of course! we got second place in nationals!’

he boasted and blurted out before he could stop himself

then he felt fear

he shouldnt have said that because for all he knows, yuuei probably doesn’t exist at this time period

hinata had a different reaction and his eyes shone

‘WHAT?! WOAH! SO COOL! I HAVE TO TELL OUR CAPTAIN THAT WE’RE GETTING A POWERHOUSE STUDENT!’

‘uh-i-uh-’

natsu didnt know what to say because he had a feeling he definitely just did an oopsie

so he switched topics really quick to divert the attention away from his past

‘o-oi sho, once youre done being a pro volleyball player and stuff, we should have our own rice farm’

of course it was such a random idea but it distracted the orange boy

hinata shrugged

‘i mean,,, i have to be a pro first but i guess we can!’

‘hmm,,,, i dont think you have to worry about that’

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a/n: oh god this sat in my drafts for so long and i really dont know what im doing like i kinda have a rough outline of what im doing but im just going with the flow but i dont think the flow is quite flowy

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sunsinrinn · 4 years

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Secrets Part 8.

Bakugo x reader, Bakugo x Uraraka, Kirishima x Reader

Fluff- ish, language, angst

Word Count: 1,520

Idea: Y/n has a secret to share with bakugo not expecting a secret from him. She leaves heart broken and attempts to move on. But how will she move on if her secret can no longer be hidden? She fakes a relationship hoping its enough to not expose the true origin of the secret. (This is a terrible summary but I cant say much without spoiling future parts. 🙃)

Earlier,

Kirishima was walking to the cafe to meet up with Bakugo. God he hoped Bakugo was actually wanting to apologize. He hated that he hated him. He wished he could hate him, but being his best friend for years, and *maybe* wanting to be more than friends with him just make it impossible to hate him. Yes, he was furious for treating you like he did because he loved you too.

When he arrives at the cafe, he takes a deep breath before entering. When he’s inside he looks for him but cant find him. Not until he sees a hobo looking man with oddly familiar hairstyle. He approaches Bakugo and notices he was not in the best place, mentally and physically.

“Bakugo” kirishima’s voice is soft but still causes Bakugo to jump.

“Oh its you Kirishima.”

“Yeah, what did you want to talk about?”

“Right to the point I see...

I- I just want to apologize for the pain Uraraka and I caused Y/n-“

“Shouldn’t you be saying this to Y/n?”

“I- yes but I wanted to talk to you first... Look, the day of the baby shower after I left I saw Uraraka fucking another guy in my house.”

“Seems like you got what you deserve then. Is this why you’re apologizing?”

“Kirishima! Let me fucking talk shitty hair”

“Fine. Continue.”

“THANK YOU! Anyways, I yell at her to leave and before she does, she said something about manipulating me into cheating on y/n. I asked how she did it but she said it was a secret. I was confused because i don’t fucking remember being manipulated in any way. But anyway, She said she only slept with me to hurt Y/n. And then she was the anonymous tip that told the news and everyone y/n was cheating on me. To hurt her.”

“Wait- URARAKA WAS THE LEAK-“ Kirishima looks pissed of as hell.

“Yes, and I did not know anything about it. After she left I fell into a depression.” Bakugo looks embarrassed to admit that.

“Shit Bakugo, is that why you look like shit?”

“I don’t look like shit, thank you very much.”

“You do.” Kirishima feels bad for Bakugo, and without thinking he asks,

“Why don’t you come live with us for a while?”

Bakugo looks taken aback and hesitates.

“Are you sure Y/N would even want me there?”

“I don’t know... but I doubt she would refuse you, especially in your state.”

Bakugo looks conflicted about the offer but finally speaks up.

“I’ll go... but only if she agrees first.” Bakugo says in hopes to be able to talk to you and apologize and take him back. No, you won’t you have Kirishima...

Kirishima, the man who stuck with him through thick and thin, until he didn’t. He really did miss you and he also missed his best friend. He knew that if he never knew you, he would have dated Kirishima, but Kirishima doesn’t like guys. And now he has you and his kid.

Kirishima nods and nervously dials your number.

When you pick up both men perk up at your voice,

“Hello? Kirishima? What’s up?”

“Hey Y/N! How was the appointment? Is Mina there? MINA WHATS THE GENDER?”

“IM NOT TELLING YOUR ASS ANYTHING, KIRISHIMA! YOU KNOW THAT!”

You laugh and shake your head, “What’s up Kiri, why’d you call?”

He’s silent and sighs, and he hears your voice ask nervously,

“Kiri?”

“Y/n.. I need to ask something of you.”

He hears silence and thinks you’ve hung up but soon hear a response,

“What is it?” You ask shakily fearing the worst.

“I- I don’t know how to phrase this but I finished talking to Bakugo.”

“How’d that go.”

“Well he told me a few things. And he does not look like he is in a good place right now...”

“Oh no...” he hears sadness in your voice.

“And I suggested him live with us for a while....”

He hears your hushed voice talking to someone else, who he assumes is Mina.

After a minute of silence he hears you speak up again and Bakugo listens closely for your response.

“Kiri... I- I- yeah, its fine...” you sound unsure.

“Y/n if you dont want him there you can say so...”

“No no, its fine...”

Bakugo’s face falls at her answer sensing how sad and unsure you sound.

“T-thank you so much Y/n” Bakugo says.

There’s silence but again you speak up, “Y-yeah anytime.”

“I gotta go Kirishima. I’ll see you and Bakugo when you both get home then”

“Bye y/n, love you and see you soon. Tell Mina I said good bye as well”

You hum in response and hang up.

Kirishima and Bakugo get up and leave the cafe and head to Bakugo’s house to pick up a few things.

When Kirishima enters his house, he notices how overwhelmingly pink it is, “I didn’t know you liked pink...”

“I hate the fucking color. That bitch decorated the house like this.”

“Oh, okay. Well if you want me to help you pack a few bags?”

“Sure, make yourself useful”

Kirishima sighs but goes into the bedroom and helps him pack clothes.

After a moment of silence Bakugo speaks up

“Thank you.”

Kirishima looks up confused and bakugo elaborates more

“Thank you for hearing me out and taking me in”

“Oh- yeah anytime”

“Did- did taking me in bother y/n?”

Kirishima thinks for a while before answering,

“I don’t think she was bothered but more taken aback by the news.”

Bakugo hums, “You asked about the gender of the baby?”

“Oh yeah- Mina and her were going today to find out the gender but Mina won’t tell us. She’s hosting a gender reveal party. But only because she wants to one up Izuku and Shoto, since they’re the god parents.”

Bakugo nods sad that you’re building a life with out him. He really misses you and misses Kirishima.

After finishing packing they head home. Bakugo pays close attention to where they turn so he remembers where you live and sees the apartments right ahead.

As they reach the apartment and walk inside, it looks two times bigger than it should.

“Oh yeah, forgot to mention, we knocked down the wall separating mine and her apartment so now its one huge apartment.”

Bakugo just nods and stares at you as you come out of the kitchen. He notices your wobbling a bit and thinks again about how you’re way to big to only be 4-5 months pregnant, but that would mean you were pregnant with his child.

“Hey guys. Do you guys want anything specific for dinner?” You ask maintaining eye contact with Kirishima.

“Um, I don’t know yet, Bakugo?”

“Huh- oh whatever you guys want...”

You purse your lips but speak again, “Here then, I’ll help take your things to your room”

As you reach for his bags he pulls them away, you glare and Kirishima hands you a bag, “Best not argue or resist against her Bakugo. She’s in the mood swing stage” Kirishima jokes and you send him a fake glare.

“Wow- Kirishima so fucking mean.”

You grab the bag and head to Bakugo’s room. Both follow you and notice you had already fixed up the room for him to his liking. You set the bag down on the bed and head out.

“I’m going to lay down for a bit Kiri, and then I’ll start dinner.”

“Take your time babe”

Both men begin to unpack and put away Bakugo’s things and once they finish they smell food and head out to see you setting the plate down.

“Good, you both are here. Dinners ready.”

They are about to sit but you stop them. “Did any of you wash your fucking hands?”

The look on their face as they get up and clean up is hilarious

As soon as they are done, the three of you sit and eat in silence.

After dinner you pick up the dishes but Bakugo insists on cleaning them as a thank you, you finally relent and sit on the couch with Kirishima. Once Bakugo finishes he lets you both know he is retiring to bed.

As soon as he walks out, you look over at Kirishima when he clears his throat.

As soon as Bakugo heard kirishima clear his throat he stands still and listened to what they were saying.

“So, Y/N does it bother you that he is here?”

You stay silent for a while before answering with a simple no.

“Y/n, are you sure? I can always tell when something is wrong...”

“It doesn’t bother me Kiri, I’m just afraid he will find out the fucking truth. I mean its not long before i POP out the kid. He will know that I lied about how far along I am... I don’t want him to know he is the fucking father-“ you says kinda loudly.

“I get it y/n, but he looked so vulnerable and alone, I couldn’t leave him like that...”

“I know baby, I wouldn’t either...”

Bakugo freezes when he hears your words

‘IT’S MY FUCKING KID SHE IS CARRYING’

SERIES MASTERLIST — Part 9

A/N- three chapters in one day? Granted, one was supposed to be posted yesterday, but anyways- i HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER. I hope you guys tell me what you think- its spicy- anyways

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jumoonjae · 4 years

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Consequences (M)

PAIRINGS: READER X LEE JUYEON

GENRE: FLUFF X ANGST X SMUT

REQUESTED: NO

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT

SUMMARY: You had no intention to resist Juyeon and it leads to countless bed session with no string attached. But what will happen when you're pregnant?

You were listening to one of your friend telling a funny story that just happened while he's on his way to the gathering cracking everyone in the room. It was your college classmate reunion which your friend occasionally held every once in two or three month just to catch up and you all gathered in different person’s house each time. But Changmin had held the gathering at his house for three times in the row now that he said he like having people gather at his house because it could be lonely sometimes, but this was the first time you joined at his house since you went to your mother at the first two times. Its just a gathering with few games, music and alcohol, nothing much. It was more like finding comfort in them when its hard to cope with the adulthood. Sometimes reminiscing all the stupid stuff and memories from college really help you put all the problems to the back of your mind for a while.

You took a sip of whatever the drink you were holding that was made by Kevin and was quite strong that you felt your head a little bit lighter with every word slurs from the tip of your tongue, even every word came out from your friend lips sounds funnier and you had a good laugh that evening. The main door open revealing a guy, tall, lean and handsome entering the apartment with his suit on. You two lock gaze for a while and he look away to your friend when they greet him making you turn your head to Kevin who was sitting next to you. You wait for Kevin to look back at you after greeting him and when he does you raise your both eyebrow and he gets you right away.

“Changmin’s housemate.” You nod looking back to the guy who was walking to his own room before looking back to Kevin and he give you a knowing look making you both giggling and slapping each others shoulder. About half an hour later he came out from his room sitting on the opposite couch facing you, naturally join in the conversation like he was always been a part of the group. You felt a bit distracted by him, no longer paying attention to your friend anymore deciding to steal a glances at him and when you did, your gaze meet his making you both flustered and both immediately look away. You figured he's been stealing glances too and you couldn't help to smile bashfully. Kevin noticed your shy smile and nudge your side and you just shake your head pretending to play with your phone.

“How about we go to Karaoke next?” Changmin suggested gaining a loud cheer from the other including you and Kevin. You got up from your seat taking your glass and Kevin's to the sink and starts washing the dishes that was left on the sink.

“Let me,” You look to your side and your body stopped functioning when you saw Changmin's housemate standing tall beside you and you had to take a step back to take a good look at his face which you regret immediately when warmth crept all over your body.

“I was in hurry this morning, didn't have enough time to clean the mess.” You were flustered by how close he were with you that you unintentionally stare and he does too. Maybe the time stopped between you two and for a split second you swear his eyes shifted to you lips, biting his own.

“Y/N, Juyeon, leave the dishes. We're going now.” Kevin called from the living room snapping you both from staring at each other and you both awkwardly pretending helping each other with the dishes and when he thought he had turn the cup upside down to pour out excess water from it, he hastily hand it over to you a little too hard that he unintentionally splash you with cup full of water. Yeah. He forgot. You gasp petrified by the cold looking down at your drenched blouse and half of your jeans.

“Sorry.” He was contemplating whether to wipe the mess on you or not but he decided to take the cloth behind you anyway closing the distance between you two and your body touches making you stop wiping your blouse, looking at him wide eye. You could smell his scent making you nervous and your heartbeat picking up a quick pace. He suddenly place his hand at the small of your back guiding you to move a little for him to reach the cloth and you didn't move a muscle, taken aback by the sudden contact.

“What happened?” Kevin came when you both took so long and saw your wet blouse. He exhales.

“You clumsy ass.” He clicked his tongue shaking his head with his arm crossed on his chest and you give him a threatening look making him rolled his eyes and you then mirrored his action.

“You can borrow Changmin's shirt.” Kevin suggested and you point down to your half drenched jeans.

“Right.. that's mean she's not coming. Juyeon come on.” He said knowing if once you get home, there is no way you're going out from that lair of yours.

“Who’s sending her home then?” Juyeon asked and you had to bit your lips hiding your growing smile at how considerate he was and Kevin notices that making him scoffed.

“She is very much capable of walking few blocks away from here.” He stated but an idea of hooking you up with someone came across his mind. “Unless you can be her knight of shining armor and walk her home. Alrighty then. See ya.” He waved spinning on his heels walking away without looking back as excitement crept inside him thinking that you could finally seeing someone else and let him live his own life peacefully.

“Its cold outside. You might catch a cold walking around drenched like that.” You look up from wiping your blouse and saw Juyeon walk out from his room with a neatly folded hoodie on his hand and you smile taking it from his hand muttered a thank you.

“You can change in my room.”

You walk out from his room wearing his hoodie while he still washing the dishes on the sink. You felt bad by the sight of the plate and glasses that you walked to him helping him drying the dishes. He muttered a thank you and you nod. You cant ignore the nervousness everytime your hand came in contact with his whenever he hands you the mug. You felt the tension rising between you two with the constant touching and when your shoulder bumped into each other. When your clumsy ass accidently dropped the cloth, you both bend at the same time as an instinct to retreat the cloth, your hand touches sending a vivid sparks of electricity all over your body and you flinched a little. You look up to him and he does too, his deep dark gaze send shiver down to your spine and you felt something twitched inside you, something dark, something lustful and by now you had acknowledge the effect he had on you. Maybe its his lips, the way his cupid bows perked up with every movement of his lips, maybe its his eyes or just him. Your eyes dropped to his lips, you licked your lips wondering how does his lips taste on your own lips, and how does it feels when he explore your body with those lips. Next thing you know, he leaned forward capturing you lips with his soft one.

You were taken by surprise at first but quick to join the movement of his lips, matching with his rhythm. You both stand up not breaking the kiss, and you shut your eyes as the kiss getting more and more heated. You pull his face deepening the kiss and his tongue slips inside your mouth while his hand gripping the back of your head while the other on the small of your back.

He then grab your both tight, hoisting your body up putting you on top of the counter then his lips landed on your jaw then your neck, licking, tasting every bit of your skin that had you bit your lips keeping yourself from moaning his name out loud when his lips trail down to your shoulder. You let your head fall back as you drowned yourself in his touch and kisses.

He then stood straight catching his breath looking at you straight in the eyes with half lidded eyes. He push your hair behind your shoulder before letting his hand played with the hem of his hoodie that you were wearing, slowly tucking his hand inside caressing your skin before pulling his hoodie up over your head tossing it to the side, he stared at your body causing warmth crept on you cheek, you never felt smaller under anybody's eyes before.

He lean in cupping your shoulder with his lips kissing it ever so gently and the sound of your heavy breathing echoes throughout the apartment. His hands slowly making its way to your back then grab the back of your neck pulling your body closer to him as he kissed your chest, he struggled a little trying to unclasp you bra before tossing it to the same spot where his hoodie was and plastered a kiss all over your bossom.

He nibbled your nipple slowly while his other hand massaging the other side and you couldn't keep your moan anymore and it riled him making him pull your hair back and kiss you back up to your chin. You love the way he pull your hair and suck the sensitive spot on your neck before nibbling your ear. He pick you up walking to the couch before slowly placing you sitting down on he couch kneeling between your legs.

He tug your jeans together with your panties revealing your wet core that got him smirking at the sight before pestering kisses on your knee, slowly spreading you leg while kissing your inner tight until he reaches your wet core. He let his lips ghosted over your folds as his thumb rubbing your wet clit in circular motion before replacing it with his tongue that had you arch your back to the sweet sensation.

You grip his hair when you felt his wet tongue entered you, you licked your lips at how good it felt. His tongue then played with your clit and his finger thrust into you slowly while your hips moves matching his finger.

“You're so wet.” He murmured to your pussy now adding another finger twisting it slowly to adjust his finger to your opening making you gasp, he eyed you while sucking your clit as his finger began to thrust slowly at first but getting faster when he found your sweet spot, hitting it harder when your moan starts to get louder. He could feel your wall clenching his finger and he pick up the pace while sucking your clit, biting it gently then licking it, doing wonder with his sweet tongue.

“Juyeon right there, right there. Just like that.” You moaned and his finger thrust faster while his other thumb now rubbing your clit merciless sending you up to your high. Your back arched and you're seeing stars while your leg shaking like crazy. He kissed your tight climbing up to you leaving wet kisses on your neck and your lips. He lick his finger that was coated by your arouse then shove it into your mouth smiling at the way you suck his finger.

“My turn now pretty baby.” He whispered to your ears sitting next to you and you lean in closer to him, capturing his lips into yours again pushing his body with yours until he's laying down and now its your turn to shower every inch of his skin with wet kisses and you love how his body reacted to your touch. His hands on your back while you slowly climb down with your kiss without breaking the eye contact with him until you reaches his pants. With a little tug, his cock was out and about ready for your next action.

You kiss the pink tip of his cock that was coated by his pre cum before running your lips down along his length, you lick his balls wet and he flinch to it making you smirk before sucking it, you felt his body tense and his grip on your hair tightens at every move you made with your lips while your hand stroking his cock slowly. Then you lick his cock up to the tip before sucking the tip gently like it was some kind of lollipop loving the way he look at you. His half lidded eye made him ten times hotter and you took in his full length inside your mouth until the tip touches your throat and you starts to bop your head up and down sucking his cock. Your hand played with his balls with your other hand stroking his cock at the same pace as your mouth. You let go of your hand when he took control of your pace by holding your head and moving his hips faster and push his cock deep down into your throat that had you gagging.

“Oh yes. You look so good from up here.” He said throwing his head back while his hand still controlling your pace until he came inside your mouth. He pull you by the chin closer to his face taking his shirt on the floor wiping it clean before tucking the strands of your hair that was sticking on your face to the back of your ears and kissed you slowly, so passionately that you and him both smiling to the kiss. He shift his body without breaking the kiss until you're under him and him between your legs. He rub his tip on your opening slowly, then push his cock inside you making you gasp breaking the kiss, pulling him tight hiding your whimper on his shoulder while your nails dug the skin on his back when he filled you. You shut your eyes when you felt his size filling you tight core, exhaling the breath that you didn’t realize been holding in. You felt his heartbeat beating at the same pace with yours.

“Tell me if its hurt okay. I promise I’ll do it slowly.” He said softly to your ears then kisses the side of your head and you nod. He lift his hip slowly and you bit your lips at the tight movement. His thrust was slow and steady at first letting your wall adjust to his size. He pull his body away from you and look deep into your eyes, smiling down to you and you bit your lips at how beautiful he was, he was glowing as his abs glistening with sweat. You let your head fall back taking in the sweet feeling between your legs holding on his arm letting your nails dig deep into his skin.

“Does it feel good?” He asked leaning forward kissing your exposed neck, sucking it leaving a deep purple mark that you know wont be gone next morning but you couldn’t care less. You let your moan escape your lips sounding so sweet ringing inside his ears. He then pull your leg up placing it on his shoulder thrusting deeper making you bit your lips harder and he noticed.

“Scream for me Y/N.” He whispered low and you swear you felt electricity surges all over your body, screaming onto his shoulder when he thrust faster and harder hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. Your moan filled the empty apartment and his pace become sloppier when he starts to chase his own high sending you to your won. You felt numb between your legs before feeling something that you cant even describe surging up through your back that made it arch hard then up to your head making your eyes rolled back.

“Juyeon.” Your scream laces with moan making his thrust become harder and merciless. You screamed his name again when you feel the same sensation, wall clenching his cock tightly and he came too, releasing his juice inside you. Your body trembles when he pull away and he plastered kisses all over your body until you come down from your high.

“That was amazing.” You said breathlessly and he smile contently before leaning down kissing your lips in a slow deep kiss. He then kiss your forehead before squeezing in between you and the couch and gesture you to lay on top of him and you did.

You wake up when the sun beamed from your window stirring you from your deep sleep. You felt a hand weighing on the small of your back and you turn your head to the other side to see Juyeon still sleeping. He walked you home last night after that amazing sex at his apartment, the alcohol still washing in you making you pull him inside your own apartment and had another amazing round that leads to another one and another one until the dawn break. You smiled admiring his features caressing his cheek slowly before getting up, sliping your oversize tee on, picking up his clothes that was scattered on the floor putting it on the washing machine together with yours.

You were making coffee and breakfast when you noticed he stirred from his sleep and turned off the stove. You leaned forward on the kitchen counter resting your chin on your palm, elbow propped on the counter watching him and he saw you, he covers his face with the sheet chuckling shyly and you giggled to yourself from the excitement and content from last night and the entire morning. Having someone next to you when you wake up made you happy.

“I made you coffee.” You walk to him with his mug, placing it on the bedside table and he pull you lying next to him snuggling his face on the back of your neck.

“Good morning.” He greets in his raspy voice.

“Morning.” You turn your body facing him stroking his soft hair back smiling like an idiot.

“Its Sunday, why so early?” He pull you closer and you snuggles to his chest as his hand strokes the skin on your tight.

“I’m working today.” You draw a circle on his toned chest looking up meeting his eyes with a small smile. You really want to stay and spend all day with him.

“What? On Sunday?” He shift his body back a little looking at you brow furrowed.

“Our gallery held an bidding event that i need to manage at ten.”

“Its still eight though.”

“Yeah. I need to make sure everything is in check.”

“Can I see you after work?” You look up to him from his chest smiling before heaving a long sigh. You then pull away from the comfort of his embrace standing up.

“There’s a dinner right after with the fundraiser and I don’t really know what time it'll end,” he pouted to your answer making you giggle and you lean closer to peck his nose.

“I’m getting ready. I've made you breakfast too.” He sit down and his eyes wander to the floor where his clothes should be.

“Where’s my pants?”

“Oh I washed it just now.” He looked at you questioningly gesturing down and you understands right away smiling smugly.

“I don’t mind having a hot guy walking around my house naked.” You shrugged gaining a heartfelt laugh from him. He then stand up putting the sheet around his waist walking closer to you with a smirk. With wide eye you took a step back until your back bumped into your dinner counter cursing at your small studio apartment, he cornered you blocking your way by placing his hand both on the counter letting the sheet fall. You didn't have to look down to know how erected his cock was. He leaned closer face hovering yours tickling your skin with his breath and he kiss the skin on your neck.

“Juyeon I'm going to be late for work.” You said breathlessly and let you head fall back closing your eyes feeling his lips against your skin.

“Your lips saying that but your body acting otherwise,” He said as his hand finds the way to rub your already wet core.

“Just one more time and you're free to go, i think I’m addicted to you. I promise I'll make it up to you if you late.”

“and how is that?”

“A dinner date.”

“You’re late.” Kevin crossed his arm on his chest looking at you judgingly as you run from the parking lot to the back door that leads to the storage room where you kept all the paintings for the auction.

“Just a few minute.” You rolled your eyes catching your breath pushing your hair back looking at your watch.

“Where’s the document?” He hand you the document the he's been holding and you walk to the van that was parked back facing the storage room door followed by Kevin.

“I heard from a little squirrel that his housemate wasn't home when he got back last night.” Kevin whispers making you stop momentarily turning your head looking at him, blush creep on your face.

“And?” you shrugged continue walking to the transportation where one of the guy noticed you and you nod for him to proceed loading the painting into the van.

“There’s a hickey on the back of your neck, and if I look closer, I can see bruises through that sock of yours.” You touches the back of your neck and look down to your tight and you see nothing. You shot him a look and he grinned know that he succeed in tricking you.

“Kevin.”

“Spill.”

“Its just one time okay.”

“You know one can leads to two?” He wiggled his eyebrow and you pushed his shoulder away bashfully.

“So is he good at bed?” He leaned closer whispering making you smack him hard on his back.

He pull your hair fistful humping you hard from the back sending you to your high while chasing his own. Your moan echoes, filling your apartment when you both reached your high at the same time. He pull your hair up until your back touches his abs kissing your shoulder holding your body tighter, thrusting slowly releasing his juice inside you, he let your body fall on the mattress before laying next to you.

It was pretty much your weekend routine where he would show up unannounced at your door, kissing you before you could lock the door guiding you to your bed, stayed until you went to work next morning and sometimes he stayed at your house all day until you came back from work, take you to a nice dinner and end the night with another amazing sex. Kevin said you both were in your honeymoon phase but the thing is, you and Juyeon haven't take your relationship to the next phase yet. You didn't confess because he doesn't seems like going to.

“Friends with benefit?” Kevin almost dropped the painting when you answered his question about your relationship with Juyeon.

“Hey watch out.” You warned him, shaking your head. Kevin was always known for his clumsiness and almost ruin almost everything he touches.

“Its pretty obvious isn't it?” You shrugged didn't really want to talk about it. Your gut twisted everytime Kevin brought up the topic, it was actually fine because you didn't want to rush anything with Juyeon even when your feeling for him keep growing day by day, but when someone brought it up, saying it out loud, you were embarrassed and starts to overthink. Why haven't he confess yet? Does the time you both invested to each other means nothing to him?

“You don't even seems like friend to start with.” You rolled your eyes gesturing him to move over for you to unwrap the other painting for you to display at the showroom.

“I think its better to stay like this to make it less awkward.”

“Awkward? How are things between you two going to get awkward when you both already seen each other naked?” You crumple the wrap in your hand throwing it to him trying to make him lower down his voice.

“It’ll get awkward if one of us doesn't feel the same way that is all.”

“Well do you have feeling for him?” You stop for a second before staring at him didn't know how to answer him.

“You do have feeling for him. Just confess to him. What is wrong with both of you? Its almost three month isn't it?” You exhaled trying to focus on unwrap the painting without leaving any scratch ignoring him completely.

“Y/N wake up.” You heard Juyeon calling your name softly and he shakes your body lightly waking you from your sleep, but your head suddenly felt dizzy and your stomach feels like something been pressing and pushing it making you ran to the bathroom covering your mouth and Juyeon tails you worriedly from the back but stop when you shut the bathroom door on his face.

“Y/N are you okay?” He knock the door softly while you throwing out completely nothing from your system.

“Yeah I’m fine.” You wash your face, flushing the toilet before opening the door revealing him with a concerned look and you force a weak smile at him as he help you walk back to your bed.

“You should call it sick today. You look pale.” He said trying grab your arm but you push his hands away assuring that you were fine and make your way back to your bed lying down and he sit on the edge caressing your arm. You snuggle under your sheet patting the spot next to you asking him to lay down next to you but he didn't move.

“I'm going to cook something for you okay.”

“You don’t have to. Its probably just that time of the month an-” you stop talking when a realization hit you hard. You felt blood rushed to your head when you remember you didn't had your period last month and you're days late this month.

“Hey. What's up?” He touch your hand snapping you from your trance. You stay in silence watching him tilting his head trying to figure out the things in your head before his phone rings and he kiss your forehead excusing himself.

You stare blankly at the pregnancy test sitting on the toilet, it was positive and you're carrying Juyeon's child. You throw the test away rubbing your face harshly with your sweaty palm. You were nervous, and couldn't think of anything. There was too much worries running round your head. What if Juyeon doesn't want this child. What if he left when he never been yours to start with. You didn't realize you're crying and starts to wonder when did it went wrong. You always took your morning after pills right after.

You went to work the next day trying to fight the drowsiness and the feeling of vomiting. You didn't call Juyeon or reply to any of his text since last night. You didn't hate him, you just afraid that he'll hate you. He came during your lunch break gaining some whispers from your co-worker who was oozing for his good looks which you ignores.

“Are you feeling better today?” he asks and you nod looking at your food with pure disgust. You push it further from you taking a sip of your lemon juice that really help your morning sickness. He notices and grab your hand.

“Why aren't you eating?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“But its your favorite.” Your heart swells at his words, touched at how he could remember what you like and what you hate. You smile softly at him caressing the back of his hand with your thumb.

“I know. I had my breakfast a bit late today after sourcing the new painting. No one covered my place yesterday so I’m kind of busy today.”

“Make sure you eat something later okay?” you nod while smiling at him and he mirrored your action making your stomach churn at the way he smile. It was so genuine, transparent that you could see his feeling through his smile and it hurt you. You were wondering, will he act the same when he know you're pregnant.

“Is there something bothering you? You seem so quiet today.”

“Just some headache.”

“Are you sure its just that?” He tucked the strands of your hair to your ears. You nod nervously pressing your lips into a thin line before smiling at him.

“I'll stop by at your place tonight and cook something for you okay?”

Your bed rocked steadily as he thrust into you hands pinning yours above your head while your moans fills the room. You clenched your walls around his cock gracing his size as he thrust was getting faster and sloppier hitting your sweet spot sending you to the edge. Your back arched and he took the opportunity to cup your breast with his lips thrusting even harder before he reached his high. He hold you after, kissing your forehead pulling you closer to him. He rest his hand on your stomach making you nervous and you pull his hand to your chest afraid that he'll notice. You didn't know if your bump was visible or not because you haven't eaten much for the past few days and you hope that he didn't notice the changes on your body. He kisses your shoulder before pulling it to turn your body facing him and he played with your hair a bit before drifting into sleep and so does you.

You realize your bump was getting bigger day by day and your appetite starts to get the best of you while your morning sickness was getting worst. You're glad it was almost winter and you could hide your growing bump from your co-worker. You were just throwing up and you got out from the restroom when Kevin who was standing next to the door shock the life out of you. He had this tight look on his face making you nervous.

“that’s the fourth time this morning.” He said still not smiling. He looked pissed and you fake a laugh to brush the tension between both of you.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not wearing high heels anymore and I thought you hate flats.”

“My back starting to hurt and it-“ you didn't get to finish your words when he walked closer to you making you walk back timidly until your back touches the walls.

“You’re pregnant and you're hiding it.” Your blood rushes to your head deafening you. If it was someone else you could just spit a lie to their face but not Kevin. You could lie to him left and right but he always figure things out. You bit your lips not knowing what to say looking down.

“Does they know?” your voice came out slow almost like a whisper.

“Who cares if they know. What matters is does he know? Because you look like you're hiding it from him too.” There’s a crack happening inside you and you feel like crying but you bit your lips preventing yourself from doing so.

“No.”

“Why?”

“He just start his life”

“And you're not?” he cut your words sharply making you flinch and tears starts to welling up in your eyes. You chew on your lips looking down fidgeting your finger.

“I’m afraid of how he will react to the news. What if he hate me and the baby. I'm not ready for the rejection.”

“So you're planning to reject him first without asking?”

“You were happy with him and i could tell he's happy too. Changmin know he like you just the way you like him. What's with the hesitation?”

“What if he hates me?”

“Stop with the 'what ifs' Y/N. Stop overthinking and face him.”

“No.”

“Fine. What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to see my mom. I need her.”

“Oh Y/N. What have you done.” He throw his head back frustrated by your stubbornness but he knew that what you need now is support so he come closer to you and wrap his hand around your shoulder. That simple gesture crumbles your walls down and you cried.

You went back to your mother after texting Juyeon and left without seeing him with a heavy heart. He called you few times but you didn't want to pick up, afraid that it'll change your mind and run back to him that instant, you turned you phone off held it close to your chest apologizing to him silently looking out to the window as the bus stride leaving the platform. It get heavy when you saw your house stood tall right in front of your eyes and when your mother came out from the door you broke down and she rushes to you helping you out with your stuff. You told her everything aa soon as you both get into the house.

“He seems like a nice guy.” You smile as your mother scrolling his picture on your phone.

“You really don't want to give him the chance”

“No. I don’t want to deal with another rejection.” Her gut twisted at your word, a huge wave of guilt washes her and she stare at you lovingly caressing your hair and you look up to her with a bitter smile that hurt her. Your father really left a deep scar inside you and she despise him for that.

“You will be a great mom.” She stroke your hair back then touches your bump making you smile.

“Can i stay with you?” you asks shocking her.

“What are your plan? You cant just leave like that.”

“I just don’t want to see him at the moment.”

“Then stay here until you're ready. You know you can't hide from him forever. Its not fair for you to compare him with your dad Y/N. As far as I heard you talk about him, he was different. You father was abusive since the start of our relationship and Juyeon isn't. From what you've been telling me about him, he's a total sweetheart.” Your heart break when your mom mentions his name and you cried leaning to your mother shoulder.

“I don't want to ruin his life.”

“Hey, having a children does not make your life ruin. Look at me, my life is a blessing since you were born. Look at us now, look at yourself. We're happy even without that bastard who calls himself your father.” She pulls you tighter and you finally could smile looking up at her before laying on the couch, head on her lap as she stroke your hair gently.

Kevin was checking on the list for the new art for the upcoming bidding event replacing you who’s on leave when his co-worker comes for him telling him someone wanted to see him and he walk out from the storage room straight to the reception to see Juyeon.

“Do you know where Y/N is?” He asks as soon as they both seated at the restaurant not far from the gallery.

“I do.” Kevin restrain himself from telling the about everything but by thinking of your emotional state knowing how sensitive a pregnant woman could be, he stay silent and answer only when being asked.

“She haven’t been answering my calls and text. She was kind of sick before she left. I'm sorry, I’m just worried.”

“She had something to do back at her mother's.” He try not lying too much to Juyeon but he was curious. “Juyeon can i ask you something?” He leans forward clasping his hands together looking at Juyeon curiously.

“Do you love her?” He nods without a moment of hesitation.

“Why she isn’t your girlfriend then?”

“I was planning to ask but changmin told me once that she’s don't like being committed, so I just decided to take it slow then.”

“Of course that dumb ass.” Kevin lean back to his chair cursing Changmin inside his head.

“I didn't want to push her,” Juyeon look down, and Kevin could hear the hurt in his voice but he didn't dare to say anything but to feel bad for him.

“Is that why she left? Because I didn't confess?”

“No Juyeon, she must have her own reason, just give her time okay. Her last relationship really took a toll on her and it took her years to move on.” He smile assuringly to Juyeon.

“You seems close to her.”

“Well yeah, we live in the same neighborhood back in Gwanju. Basically grew up together.”

You lay down looking out to the dark sky letting your mind wander back to Juyeon. Its been two month since you left the city and your boss rejected your resignation letter tell you to come back whenever you want. You told her about your situation and as a single mother too, she understands right away. She even propose you to be transferred to the branch back in Gwanju but you declined, so you end up working from home. Your co-worker knew too, they even called to congratulate you and you were touched, feeling glad they didn't ask too many question. You missed them, you wanted to come back to work but you’re not ready to face Juyeon yet no matter how much you miss him. You caressed your growing bump gently feeling them fluttered inside you making you smile. It was twin they said and that's why your bump were bigger than the one who carries only one.

You took Juyeon's picture from your bedside table, looking at it longingly then place it on your chest. It still hurt, thinking about him. You missed him and you hate yourself for doing this to him. You heard your mom called you from downstairs and you were struggling to sit and you take your time to stand up, placing back the frame on the table. But before you could put your feet down on the floor, your door swung open startling you and you saw Kevin running towards you with a big smile on his face with a neatly wrapped present on his hand.

“Y/N.” He beamed kneeling down until his face was directly in front of your baby bump. “How was my twin.” He ask actually talking to your bump and he cup your bump with his both hands. You've been updating your condition to him everyday and he was always exited to hear it from you.

“A bit fussy but they're fine.”

“four month isn't it?”

“five.”

“They’re so big. Like you’re going to give birth anytime soon.”

“Yah. Is that how you’re calling me fat now?” You scoffed and he ignores you still talking to your bump.

“Uncle brought you a present.” He cup his cheek on your bump and you could feel them flutters kick right on Kevin's cheek making him squirmed in happiness.

“Oh my god they kissed me.”

“more like kicking you.” You rolled your eyes.

“you grumpy little shit.”

“Hey no cursing infront of my babies.” You smack the back of his neck making him scowls and you giggles at him.

“when are you coming back?” He asks helping you walking down the stairs.

“until i'm ready.”

“Its been two month. We missed you.”

“did you cleaned my apartment when im gone.”

“Yeah, Juyeon been helping me.” He hands you letter from your apartment. You face fell at the mentions of his name.

“He loves you Y/N.” You ignored him and the sharp stab inside your heart by opening every letter mostly from banks and your bills.

“Y/N listen to me.” He snaps.

“He’s hurt. Its not fair for you to hurt him just because you're scared that he treated you like your father.” You look in disbelief, he was no right to mention your father and he know he had pushed the right button.

“Kevin.” You snaps back at him.

“i’m sorry to say that. But Juyeon is not your father, he's been waiting for you every single day since the day you left. He went to our gallery and your apartment. He was blaming himself for not confessing earlier and tell you that he loves you.”

“If you had no other thing to say just leave.”

“No. He's right Y/N.” Your mom came from the kitchen, wiping her hands on the cloth and you look at her with a frown for siding with your cousin.

“Please give this man a chance. Just one chance, if he refuse you can just pack up everything and move back here. For your babies sake. They need their father.”

“I never needed mine, they will be fine.”

“Oh that what’s i thought too back then when your father left. But you had been searching for him your whole life didn't you?”

“How do you know that?”

“I know, i know everything, and i know he rejected you when you found him.” You burst into tears at her words. You were hiding it from her because you didn't want her to feel bad for you. You look down to your bump hiding your face from them both. Kevin hold your both hands and you let him.

“I know that rejection still affect you, and i still blame myself for not telling him about you and he end up thinking you doesn't exist. And it kills me you had to found out what kind of man he is yourself. Please, for the sake of your babies, try him. And if he refuse, you can pack everything and stay here with me,”

“Tell him that you are pregnant, at least when your children grow up and decides to look for him, they wont have to go through the same thing as you did. I'm so sorry for that honey.” She kneeled in front of you, hands rested on your knee while you cover you face with your both hands. She was crying too, but you couldn't look at her and you let your head fall to Kevin's shoulder letting him pat your back.

You were welcomed when you step foot on the gallery. You hugged co-worker one by one and let them touch your bump and they were a bit shock by the size of your five months bump. The day went well and everything seems to be the same and you were glad it somehow distract you from thinking too much about Juyeon. You didn't went out during lunch break because you bring your own food and mostly because you didn’t want to bump into Juyeon, you decided to call him when you find your courage.

Juyeon took the usual detour from work to his apartment just to walk past your house, its been his routine since you left. sometimes he asks for your keys from Kevin just to stop by stayed for a while laying down on your bed where your scent still lingers and sometimes he stare at where you always sit while watching movie, the kitchen counter where you always cook his favorite food, every corner of the house haunts him with your memory and its the only thing that could mend his heart.

He stop for a moment outside of the three floor shared house, his eyes lingers at the second floor longer, at the door, window, just hoping for the light to flickers indicating that you were there, its fine if you didn't want to see him anymore as long as he know that you're alive and doing well. He stare long before looking down, turning on his heels to walk back to his apartment. He stop when he saw Kevin got out from his car not far from him and was about to call him when the passenger seat door open revealing you, his heart dropped a thousand feet when he saw your side profile then you turn your back on him looking for something from your bag while Kevin done taking out the groceries from the back. You gained so much some weight but and he glad that you've been eating well.

“Y/N. Shut the door for me.” Kevin called walking towards you with hands full of groceries.

“Only if you say please.” You teased making Juyeon chuckled bitterly. How he missed hearing your voice again.

“Pretty please.” He could heard your little giggle making his heart flutters to the sound. He wanted to run to you so bad but he didn't want you to run from him anymore. He wait for you to turn around and when you did, the first thing he notice was your bulging tummy then he saw your face, god how much he missed you but it was bothering him, is that you're pregnant. He then turn his head to Kevin, who was waiting for you and when you get to him, you immediately lace your arm with him. He grasp his aching chest, his breath hitched and he felt his blood rushed to his head dizzying him, forcing himself to walk away.

“Is Kevin and Y/N together?” He ask Changmin who was watching horror movie as soon as he got out from bathroom.

“What do you mean? Their moms are twins. How are they even together?” He was taken aback by the new information, Kevin never mention it to him.

“Didn’t know that.” He was puzzled, trying to figure who was the father of your child.

“They never really tell anybody. No one knew. We figure it our self.”

“She’s pregnant.” His voice came out as a whisper but Changmin catch it and immediately look back to him and was about to congratulate his friend. But Juyeon tight expression confuses him.

“Why aren’t you happy?”

“What do you mean?” juyeon ask back confusing him.

“Well if she pregnant isn't it yours?” he stated a matter of fact. Pausing the movie turning his upper body completely facing Juyeon.

“No we met five months ago and i know how big five month bumps are.” Changmin brow knitted together looking at the other guy questioningly.

“So are you saying she's having Kevin's baby?” He snorts shaking his head thinking how nonsense Juyeon are being.

I don’t know.” He mumbled before walking to his room leaving Changmin with his movie.

You were still tossing and turn on your bed when you heard a knock on your door. It was past midnight and you felt your stomach churned with every knock. You got up and walked slowly to the door hoping that whoever was on the other side didn't heard your footsteps. You peeked through the peek hole and stunned when you saw Juyeon standing outside looking down. You stayed silent for a while and he knocked again making you flinch.

“Y/N i know you're in there.” You heard his voice muffled calling you and god how much you missed his voice that you had to cover your quivering lips to hide your whimper. You broke down that instant walking slowly to the door touching it trying to feel his presence from the other side of the door.. You missed him, but you're scare, nervous. What should you say to him and how should you explain things to him.

“Y/N please. I just want to talk.”

“Go away Juyeon. I don’t want to see you.”

“Why? What did I do wrong. Tell me. Please Y/N,” He asked and you stay silence, knowing very well that he wasn't the one who at fault. You cover you lips with your hand as your tears flow like a river.

“I'm sorry if I hurt you,” You could hear his voice break at every words and it kills you.

“I know its too late but I just want you to know that I love you,” He bit his lips leaning his head on the door, both hands on the door.

“I missed you.” He couldn't hold his tears anymore and it falls.

“Its yours.” Kevin words left him appalled and he had a hard time registering his words.

“Don’t lie. We met five months ago her bumps are too big for five months.”

“She’s having a twin Juyeon.”

“Why is she running from me?”

“She thought you didn't want the baby.”

“I never said that.”

“She was too afraid being rejected by you.”

“I love her. How could I reject her.”

“She’s been dealing with rejection her whole life. He abandoned her mother not knowing that she was pregnant and Y/N been searching for him her whole life and when she found him, he said he didn't want to had anything to do with her.”

“Y/N please, I love you. Give me a chance please.” He fell on his knees begging again and again. And he promised himself that he wont stop until you give him a chance to be a father to your child. To his child.

You open the door slowly and saw him kneeling down covering his face, probably didn't heard you. His shoulder shudders slowly, you got on your own knees slowly holding your bump. You hesitate at first but you stroke his hair back anyway making him snap his head instantly his face red, still crying. His frown was lifted when he saw you, a smile, a big one replacing the frown and god how much you missed his smile. He pulled you closer taking you into his arm and you could feel the heat radiating from his body, you lean your head on his shoulder while stroking the back of his back gently, shushing him.

“I’m sorry. It wasn't your fault. I was a coward, stop blaming yourself.” You tightens the hug letting him snuggles on the crook of your neck. You let him stay until the shuddering of his shoulder stopped.

He then pull away and look down to your bump before looking up back to you with pure happiness and excitement.

“Our twin.” He smiled making your heart swells at him. He touched your bump with the palm of his hand, and your twins reacted to his touch, fluttering like they were excited too. Like they knew it was the touch of their father.

“Oh my god. Are they kicking?” He asked excitedly before taking your both elbow pulling you standing up slowly. “You shouldn’t be kneeling like this.” You giggled at his excitement and let him lead you to your couch.

“I’m sorry Juyeon. I was scared and I didn't want to be your burden.” You wipe your damp cheek before wiping his and let your hand lingers on his skin, looking at him lovingly.

“Kevin told me about that,” He looked down to your bump before looking back at you.

“But please don't leave me ever again, never think of yourself as a burden. We can always figures things out. We can sort thing and the most important thing is, we need a bigger home for our little angels.” You bit your lips smiling watching as he caressed your baby bump gently, kissing it. There’s a sense of relief washing over you and you had to clutch your chest holding it from bursting. You thanked your mom silently for convincing you to come back, you stroke his hair taking his attention away from your bump, he look up to you smiling lovingly.

“I love you Juyeon,” You said, biting your lips letting your tears fall, and he wipe it right away pulling you into his warm embrace caressing your hair.

“I love you more than anything Y/N.”

THE END.

A/N: My first attempt writing a long detailed smut, it was supposed to be short and just smut, but y’know i always got carried away when it comes to writing. I hope you enjoy this one. I like to call this porn with plot. lol, sorry just had to. Please enjoy. I love youuuu.

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this is it... the final post.... 226 through THE END!!!!!

this shit with mu qing and the river of lava is SOOOO dramatic im loving it

oh my god theyre on a FUCKING bridge of course they are okay let’s go boys

“You’re right. We’re alike. You think me odd, I think you to be rather weird too.” - so what im getting from this is that xie lian and mu qing are the only characters in this book with working gaydar okay yup got it this checks out

god... the fact that xie lian is ready to be like “look mu qing we can just forget about the past it doesnt matter we dont have to be friends i know you dont like me but im not gonna let you die over it” and then mu qing is like “.... god i really do admire you huh”

“You...certainly...are rather amazing. You’re...also...a better person...than me. Long story short, I...very much wanted...to become your f-f-friend.” - going to think about this for the rest of all time im about to become utterly unintelligible im overcome with emotions

“And, at the end of the white silk band, Feng Xin was gripping Ruoye with one hand while the other was holding on to a steel-faced Mu Qing, and he shouted towards him.” - the fucking IMAGE of this im gonna cry this is everything i could have asked for im so happy also mu qing dangling there like “ welp. guess ill live“

“Feng Xin was almost burnt by that pillar of fire, and he shouted in outrage. “WHAT’S WITH THIS BAND OF DOG SHITS, ATTACKING PEOPLE WHILE THEY’RE DOWN, SO VILE! FUCK YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY!” Xie Lian responded, “IF THEIR ENTIRE FAMILIES ALL LOOK LIKE THAT, YOU SURE YOU WANT TO FUCK THEM??” - theyre so funny!!! and theyre best friends!!! theyre joking together now in the middle of all this i could cry theyre back!!!

“Using sticks as arrows, he held the bow with one hand and used his teeth to bite back the bowstring.” - no clue how practical this is but okay archer boy. hot

i actually have so many little quips between the three of them highlighted but we’d be here all night if i included them all. im literally so delighted by this omg worth the wait

“Each sabre strike slashed to the bone. It wasn’t like Xie Lian had never seen Hua Cheng use the sabre before in the past, but his style had always been easy and leisurely, nonchalant and casual. Rather than say he was handling a weapon, it was more like he was toying with a small knife. Yet those blade marks were filled with killing intent. It was easy to imagine just how skilled the one exchanging blows with him was, and how perilous this battle.” you have no idea how mad i was when i read this and thought we missed witnessing the fight between hc and jw omg

“Behind him, Feng Xin muttered, “Dear fucking god, may all the gods and buddhas grant their blessings, that better absolutely be Crimson Rain Sought Flower, otherwise he’s gonna go mad!” “Stop your rubbish,” Mu Qing berated. “We’re all the gods and buddhas ourselves and we can’t grant shit, just keep up with him! Look at the stumbling way he’s running, he’s gonna trip and fall to his bloody death before he even sees the man!” - okay i know i said no more quips but this is literally too funny i just wanted to read it again

“ However, for whatever reason, that vicious ghost, in its muddled state, took that large group of live mortals under its wing and fled for many days. In the end, they were still surrounded by millions of ghosts, trapped in a dead end, and it was going to be eaten along with those humans.” [...] “That vicious ghost almost made a move against those humans, but for some reason, in the end, it didn’t. It instead used one of its own eyes as the price to forge a blood weapon. That vicious ghost was already forcibly hanging on with its last breath; after digging out its eye it should’ve broken apart completely. Yet somehow something had shocked it, and it instead woke to its senses completely. “ - THIS IS AMAZING ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? IS THIS ALL WE GET ABOUT HIS GHOSTLY LORE?????? HUA CHENGGGGGGGG

“What a terrible offence, his old habit had come out, and he quickly apologized. “I’m sorry! You don’t have to listen to me!” Hua Cheng, however, only smiled happily. “Everything gege tells me is the best advice, so why wouldn’t I listen?” - this isnt the fucking time afjdkfjsdkl they really never stop

“So you can hold the illusion of a perfect Crown Prince of Wuyong to face and dismiss the Jun Wu now. Isn’t that your objective? Did you think I don’t know what you’re thinking?” “THAT’S NOT IT!” Guoshi cried. “Stop getting tied up in right and wrong, victories and defeat, I’VE NEVER THOUGHT THAT WAY BEFORE!” - jun wu only being able to see xie lian as his successor and believing that thats all anyone else sees too... okay

honestly this whole final showdown was a blast i cant put everything in but it was so much fun to read. the DRAMA the LAVA the SHOUTING t

“Hua Cheng had poured too much spiritual power into him. There really was too much, so much that it was completely outside the amount the cursed shackle could withstand.” - okay.... okay... the love you give will set you free... okay....

“With Jun Wu in his grip, he carried both their bodies and forcefully slammed into the incomparably-solid rock wall! He used all of his power in this smash, and in the rumbling and crashing of rocks, he also heard the sound of something breaking.” [...] “A moment later, Jun Wu suddenly asked, “That move. What is it called?” “...” Xie Lian raised his sleeve and wiped away the blood on the side of his face. “Shattering boulders on the chest.” YES!!!!! YES!!!!! xie lian actually lived that life!!!!!! i loved this detail so much

“After a moment of silence, Xie Lian took off the bamboo hat carried on his back, took it in his hand, and covered it over Jun Wu’s face.” - xie lian... good... another detail i love. a hat that protects from the rain, given in a moment of need, even to someone who has caused you hardship... we do not forget the kindness granted to us

“There was gratefulness, there was shame, there was heartache, there was wild joy, but above all else, there was incurable love.” - :pleading: i wish it was just that easy tbh. “i have to tell you about the worst parts of myself” “ive already seen them and i dont care i still love you“ truly the dream

“ It’s been so long since anyone listened to me talk, won’t you stay? Don’t...actually do this. I won’t be able to take it. Twice, it’s been twice already! I really don’t want there to be a third time!!!” - the bit about just wanting someone to listen to him talk... xie lian... :(

emily corpse bride moment.... i knew it had to happen.... butterflies.... death and rebirth.... inevitable

xianle trio bickering about ruoye..... mu qing complaining but not letting anyone else fix it... im so happy

“The Rain Master sat down on the spot, looking like she was going to perform a passing service for her. After all, Xuan Ji was the only one left of the Kingdom of Yushi besides herself.” - xuan ji you sure the hell were... a character. this little moment tho..... yushi huang... many thoughts

“ Who hasn’t made promises, or swore to the mountains and the seas when they were young? Talking of affection, of love, of forevers. But, the longer I hang around in the world, the more I understand, something like ‘forever’ is impossible. It’s never going to be possible. Having it once was already good enough. No one can truly achieve it. I don’t believe in it anymore.” - jian lan im happy for you bummer it didnt work out with feng xin but yeah that was looooong ago. also this quote me same mood kin but its chill. having it once was already good enough

although yeah tbh if theres anyone who can have a forever like that... it would be a ghost and a god

fasdfjadklfj GOD... pour one out for ling wen.. but is that not the truth of this world? the one can be pardoned for being good at paperwork that no one else wants to do? isnt that the plot of the shawshank redemption?

okay but the fact that all xie lian’s friends come to visit him while he waits for hua cheng is making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.... fengqing coming together to try to get him out of the house but get scared off by his cooking... amazing

“Last time, they spent eight hundred years running towards each other. This time, it only took an instant to fall into each other’s embrace.” - im completely unaffected by this. im not lying i swear (i am lying im very emotionally affected)

okay i love this final wrap up chapter party its so fun. mu qing moving on from the broom thing!!! good for him!! the beggars get their reward!!! the fun ghost city chefs!! SQX!!!! and he xuan is?? here too??? he’s hungry??? fjadlkfjsdl

“The grounds that Feng Xin and Mu Qing had just swept were once again filthy from that giant crowd of muddy feet. Mu Qing gripped his broom, looking like he felt someone had infected him with fleas, and his eyes were wide.” - me when my dad comes into the kitchen when ive just finished washing dishes i get it king

the little folklore bit... fun!!! oh my god its over..... :(

that was really fun i had a blast reading it and on the whole really liked it i WISH soo badly that hua cheng had gotten more outside of being cunty and devoted even tho those are both important i just wish there was more about like how he got by during those 800 years and like did he ever have doubts? what shaped his worldview was it all xie lian or was it his experience as a mortal as well? why is he so mean to e’ming? theres bits and pieces here and there and i know it was already SO long but that really would have been great if there was more about hc cuz tbh by the end, at least for me, the hualian relationship didnt actually feel as fleshed out as the xianle trio relationship like i still liked hualian’s dynamic and it was really sweet how much they clearly really liked each other and everything but i kind of wish some of the other subplots had been dropped or diminished in favor of more hc development i think that would have been cool

but anyway thats some of my thoughts and i really did enjoy the hell out of book 5 that was a riot and uhhh thanks to everyone who read these or commented *lends you spiritual energy through a high five*

#tgcf liveblog #it is Complete i can move on now #i actually have a lot more thoughts about hl because i uhhhh relate. to things. and have opinions due to my experiences #but its also quite Personal soooo i might just keep them tucked away #anyway im freeeeeee #mouse mumbles

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sirjustice195-blog · 4 years

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Some basic facts

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Disaster from the North, 2 fold as S-Korea main economy rests on phones and home appliances that they sell world wide like Samsung and Lg, but now every neighboring nations like Pakistan, India, China and from Latin America and Africa at-least have their own local home appliance brand cutting like 90% the sales revenue of S-Korea creating a disaster in drop of living standard as the online cash where they can resort to as well eradicated. N-Korea as well sells nothing to world as made in N-Korea so mostly they get their cash online which has been tampered with so disaster as well in that country, so to get food must attack like Russia to give them much land as that Country is big and best for food production. So in 1 fold it has made mini-missiles to reach out to the world, to give them that technology to help her get the land they need cause its worth it. Who r you to get all that land, Russia get me straight ya time is overdue while wanting to squeeze much people in small nations of Africa, cant be accepted dude, Give out land and its final. Homie its kebi talking not any1 else to solve the shit above dude period!!!!

Still they can be in the old shit of if u eat corpse u be innovative which aint the case as described below, other USA States that don't produce much machinery but would like to, so wants Kebi to be there to do the same, with like arresting him then taking his blood sample 4 diagnosis then make much of it to drink and even meat products as well as corpse. When has fallen sick like with infested food gets to the hospital and does the absurdity above if they cant shoot to kill him or knock him down on the road to get the same blood or kill him altogether. So friends take heed of not giving up fellows. Thats what they want bro, we know ya ways/plans 1st hand b4 ya!!!

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blackroseguzzi · 4 years

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Dead and Alive

Chapter 4

They had made it back to Alexandria faster than they had planned due to Carol cutting her arm pretty bad on a shard of glass.

Michonne was convinced that Carol wasn't thinking straight and that she hadn't seen any of the whisperers in the forest. Josephine was on the fence, she didn't want to not believe her friend, but she also knew what pills could make you see. Daryl would stick to whatever Carol said, because he was a loyal friend to her through and through.

Josephine sat at the dinner table with Michonne and the kids, RJ making funny faces over at Judith who returned the gesture with more silly faces making both Michonne and Josephine smile and laugh along with the children.

Josephine took a sip of her water before turning to face the door, where she had heard someone enter. Daryl paused, not sure if he should join the scene or not. Josephine smiled and watched as he quietly took a seat next to her. Josephine grabbed at the food in front of her and placed the bowl in front of Daryl, and he started to pile on the food to his plate as Michonne talked to her two children and were making them laugh. A genuine smile spread across Daryl’s face as he took a look around at his family. He was thankful that Josephine had stayed with him for all of the years he was doing the only thing he knew how to do- escape his feelings. Her soft laugh echoed around the kitchen as she reacted to something RJ had said. Her eyes were sparking, happy to be surrounded by people she cared for so deeply.

After Dinner, Daryl brought up a plate to Carol, who had locked herself in her room. Josephine waited at the bottom of the stairs as he walked back down, not a sound was made from Carol’s room.

Daryl and Josephine did the dishes together in silence. She washed while Daryl was on drying duty. When Josephine was finished she stopped, looking down at the floor for a moment in thought, her hands gripping the side of the counter.

“You alright?” Daryl asked in a husky voice. The kitchen was dark, barely lit by candles, but he could still see in her face that something was bothering her.

“I miss Rick,” Josephine let out a small sigh and tapped her fingers against the countertop. She didn’t want to look at Daryl’s face, she knew it would break her apart even further.

“Me too,” Daryl replied quietly before placing the last plate back in its designated spot.

“You remember when it was just us out on the road before we found the others at the quarry?” Josephine looked up just as Daryl nodded quickly, biting a small piece of his thumb while he pushed his body back against the counter, looking down at Josephine.

“I never thought he was dead, I really didn’t. I had this gut feeling he was out there with Lori and Carl or just with others looking for us… Sometimes I still get that gut feeling he's out there sometimes,” Josephine finished, and placed her hand on Daryl’s chest. She looked into his blue eyes that were currently burning into her soul.

“Me too, Jo.”

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The next day Josephine had made her way to Negan’s cell before Gabriel could get to him for his morning ritual of praying with him. Over the years Josephine hated to admit, but Negan had showed some human qualities to her a handful of times. He had told her about his late wife, and about why he tries to make humor out of most things. She asked him very little questions, because she had really never wanted to get to know this man, but the years and months and hours spent with him, he would sometimes talk her ear off. It was an internal battle in Josephine’s life - seeing Negan as both an enemy and person who could be of value in their community. Judith read to him sometimes, and as much as both Michonne and Josephine disliked it, something inside both of them decided it wasn't right to tell her not to do it anymore.

“Mighty fine day today, huh Josie?” Negan called out from his cell as Josephine took the key, unlocking it to let out the prisoner.

“Youre on laundry duty today,” Josephine replied in her usual dry tone. She had rarely shown her true personality to Negan, but there were some moments she would try to remember her humanity in this world and would give him fresh veggies from the garden instead of his usual canned food. She even snuck him a candy bar one time, and she felt both bad and good about it for at least a month. He was a hard worker, and valued his time outside of his personal prison, but Josephine knew that if she let her guard down with him for even one moment he could rear his ugly head again. It hurt her some days to think she had spent so much time with a person who had tortured her husband, and who had killed members of her family as well. She let him Fold laundry in the community while she took to tending the crops nearby.

Daryl stood close by, talking with Aaron as he heard voices from behind the sheet that was hanging up- It sounded like Lydia.

Daryl charged forward, ripping away the sheet, exposing Lydia and Negan in a conversation.

“Let’s go,” Daryl called to Lydia, frustration drawn all over his face.

“I’m good,” Lydia replied, not getting up from her spot on the ground as she talked to Negan.

“Now,” Daryl stated. His voice level was calm, but she could tell he was angered by the fact she had been talking with Negan. She got up quickly and walked off without another word.

“She’s just trying to fit in,” Negan tried to explain but Daryl walked up close to his face.

“That aint ever gonna happen if she hangs out with you, is it?” He hissed before storming off towards Lydia.

Daryl could tell that Lydia was on a hunt to find Josephine. As much as Daryl liked that Lydia and his wife had gotten so close, sometimes it worried him. Lydia had not always been the biggest fan of Daryl- finding it harder to open up to him as it had been with Josephine. It made him feel like an outsider some days, knowing that he needed to try harder with this girl. Of course, it wasn't like he was trying to replace her father, he just wanted her to know that he cared about her and wants her safe, but with his history of children over the age of 10 having been slim, he found trying to reason and talk with the teenager somewhat difficult- and sometimes he was envious of how close the girl had become to Josephine.

“Where ya going?” Daryl called after Lydia, her pace growing faster.

“To find Jo, why do you care? Also, we were just talking,” Lydia snapped back at Daryl. He quickened his pace to make it closer to where she was.

“He aint your friend,” He replied coldly.

“He gets me,” Lydia spat back. It stung a bit for Daryl to hear that from her, because she knew nothing of the horrible things Negan had done to him or their group.

“Stay away from him, alright?” Daryl called out to her. She stopped and twisted her body to face him, confusion mixed with anger playing across her features - but suddenly her face softened and sadness had appeared. Daryl followed her eyes and realized they were standing at their front porch, the words Silence the Whispers written in bold Yellow lettering etched in spray paint across their front door.

Josephine sat with Aaron in the dining hall, discussing some business, but mostly Josephine was listening to Aaron talk about his daughter Gracie, and how he was so thrilled she was learning to read and write at such a fast pace. Josephine loved listening to her friend talk about his daughter, the man had been through so much pain now had his child bringing him so much joy- and that was what pulled him through this cruel world, and Jo never minded listening to the pride in Aaron’s voice. Aaron suddenly stopped mid sentence to look up at Lydia who had walked passed them, where she usually sat with Josephine to sit with some of the people who had been awfully cruel to her. Josephine had no idea that people were bullying her, but Aaron had witnessed it a few times. Josephine watched with her eyes as the girl went to sit with the people who were not being very kind to the teenager.

Lydia slammed something down on the table, and Josephine whipped her head around to face Lydia, but choosing not to speak to her just yet. She watched as Lydia took a seat, and started opening up whatever she had slammed on the table.

“Give us some room please?” Gage asked in a harsh tone, but Lydia ignored him and just continued on her task. Suddenly she reached for her knife and Josephine watched as Lydia started to skin a squirrel right in front of the group of people who had been calling her names, and making her feel like she didn't fit in. Josephine shot a look at Aaron who was looking back at her with a shocked expression. Josephine sighed and turned around right as Lydia pulled up a bloody finger to her mouth and motioned for the man in front of her to be quiet a quiet shh-ing coming from her mouth.

Josephine stood up, having enough of the teenagers act.

“Enough,” Josephine scolded her, and Lydia’s head shot over to her and suddenly embarrassment washed over her face.

They walked back home, and Daryl was there to meet them. Josephine filled Daryl in on the stunt that Lydia had pulled at Lunch.

“You do want to live here, right?” Daryl asked the girl, Josephine stood behind him, her arms crossed for she was still slightly upset at Lydia’s actions from earlier.

“They deserved it,” Lydia called back, placing her cleaned knife back into her side.

“I know..” Daryl started, sympathetic. “You just cant be doin’ shit like that.”

Lydia looked between Daryl and Josephine, and anger rose inside of her.

“yeah, but they can write whatever the hell they want on our door?” Lydia asked defensively.

“I’ll talk to them, set em straight,” Daryl replied, for he wanted to help her as much as he could, especially now that he was going to try and stick around for good and knowing that Josephine would have wanted him to help her.

“Look, I already tell this to Josephine all the time. I don't need you two to fight my fights for me,” Lydia replied, looking down at her shoes and not wanting to make eye contact with the two gentle people that she was growing attached to. “They want me to give up, but I, but I cant.”

“I get it, but cant you just avoid them?” Daryl asked quickly

Lydia looked up at him, shaking her head in annoyance. She grabbed her things and walked back outside. Daryl sighed heavily, feeling like whatever he said was going to piss that girl off.

“Wha’d I do this time?” Daryl huffed, turning to face Josephine who still stood behind him with her arms crossed over her chest.

“She’s gotta feel like she earned her keep here, not just because the two of us take care of her,” Josephine stated, closing her eyes and rubbing at her sore tired eyes. She hadn't been getting much sleep the last few days with Michonne gone, and Daryl and Josephine had taken to making there were no signs of Whisperers outside the gates.

“This shit aint easy,” Daryl replied, defeat in the tone in his voice.

“Nobody said taking in a teenager and making her feel safe was going to be a walk in the park. I just want her to feel comfortable here, but she won’t feel like she deserves it if we keep fighting her fight,” Josephine spoke to Daryl in a quiet voice.

“Yeah,” Daryl replied quickly. Josephine gave him a weak smile before walking out of the room, leaving Daryl alone with his thoughts.

“NEGAN!” Josephine yelled, as she watched the man in front of her dilly dallying in the courtyard picking tomatoes.

“Yes, my Queen?” Negan replied playfully, causing Josephine to shoot him a glare. She didn't like when he toyed with her, she was always trying to be business around the man who had brutally beaten her friends to death.

“I’m going to take watch again tonight with Daryl, so Mitch is going to watch over you tonight while you do more laundry. I don't want you dicking around like you did the other day, and don’t make me regret letting you have some dinner in the dining halls. Theirs a plate on the counter for you when you’ve finished all of your chores,” Josephine started to walk off when she heard Negan laugh.

“You got a heart of gold Sugar, under all that extra sass and anger I see a lot of gold!” Negan announced, knowing nobody else ever let him have the food that was cooked in the kitchen except her, and it oddly made Josephine feel more like a decent human being doing something for someone who never once deserved it.

Night had fallen and both Josephine and Daryl had started their duty on watch. They walked the premises for the second time before Daryl decided to speak.

“You should go get some rest,” He stated, looking over at her as she rubbed her eyes from lack of sleep.

“I could say the same to you,” She replied harshly. She didn't like it when he made her feel weak, or that she wasn't taking care of herself- especially since she had tried to take care of him all those years when he was out by himself in the woods.

Daryl stopped her from walking by placing a hand on her shoulder. She quickly looked up at him in confusion.

“I know things aint like they used to be, but I’m tryin’,” Daryl spoke in a soft tone, and Josephine’s green eyes burned into Daryl’s blue ones and she nodded slowly.

“I know, it’s just that-“ Josephine started to speak, but yelling in the distance broke their conversation. Someone was yelling about Negan, and as soon as she heard his name, Josephine bolted towards the voices, Daryl in toe.

They made it to behind one of the homes, where Lydia was huddled on the ground and Negan behind her in Mitch’s grasp. Siddiq was near Margo’s body - which was bloody and unresponsive. She was dead.

Josephine looked around her in shock, and was thankful when Daryl dove past her onto the ground to try and calm Lydia down. She had clearly been beaten and attacked. Josephine gave them a moment, knowing how Daryl did want to make more of an effort with her. She clung to him shortly before she spotted Josephine, who walked towards her and they embraced in a hug.

“IT WAS NEGAN! NEGAN KILLED MARGO!” Brandon yelled, a few others from the community holding him back.

Josephine called Dante over, asking him to check out Lydia while she ordered Mitch to bring Negan back to his cell. She was going to get to the bottom of what happened, but as much as it pained her to see Lydia hurt, the stinging anxiety she was feeling came from the fact Negan wasn't under her watchful eye when he had hurt someone- that someone being a member of their community. Guilt swarmed through her body like fire, and she felt herself grow warm with anger.

Lydia asked if Josephine would come with her to the infirmity, and she nodded slowly, shooting Daryl a look as to keep the others calm while they figured out the next move.

Josephine pressed a cold compress under Lydia’s arm, trying to make her bruised ribs a little less sore.

“Hey, I’ll be right back okay?” Josephine whispered to Lydia, who gave her a look of fear, not wanting her to leave.

“Okay,” Lydia chocked out, and Josephine walked into the other room quickly to go get another wet rag to wipe all the blood and dirt from Lydia’s forehead.

As she walked back, she stopped right before the entrance, as she saw Lydia talking with Daryl, he had pulled her into a side hug and it warmed her heart. Daryl had changed through the years. Physical touch becoming a little easier for him, and he showed more emotions than he had in the past. Something inside of Josephine in that moment felt safe. She felt like life was finally falling into place for her, and that Daryl was finally back for good and maybe they could finally start to think about the next step for the three of them (Lydia included)

Daryl sat there while Lydia cried in his side, gently rubbing his thumb on her shoulder. He looked up to see Josephine standing in the doorway. She smiled lightly, appreciating his efforts to help the young girl. It warmed her heart to see him be comforting, because he really felt bad for the girl, who had endured so much torture from the hands of her mother. Daryl was thankful that she was now properly cared for and he hoped he was doing a good job.

Josephine quickly walked back out of the room, giving the two a few more seconds alone. She walked outside, her boots clinking the pavement as she angrily made her way towards Negan’s cell. She knew he had killed Margo, but he was also helping Lydia. Josephine knew that Alexandria was going to want him dead after this stunt.

“How’s the kid?” Negan asked, as he lay on his bed, looking up at the ceiling as Josephine entered his personal prison.

“She’s pretty banged up, but she’ll be fine,” Josephine replied as she put her hands on the bars and peered into Negan’s cell. “The people out there are talking about putting you down. They say my brother aint here to save you anymore. That maybe they should have done it a long time ago.” Josephine’s words came out harshly from her lips.

Negan sat up from his cot and looked at her.

“If you came here looking for a confession, you can keep walking,” He spoke out in barely a whisper. “It was an accident. And for the record screw her. She was a god damn asshole beating on a kid. The world’s better off, but you already know that don't you?”

Josephine clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes over at this man who had brought so many hardships to the people she loved, yet he had saved Judith’s life once, and he had just helped Lydia. Confusion coursed through Josephine’s veins.

“You came down here to look me in the eye because you’ve never known what to do with me. I see the way you are Josie.” Negan spoke. “You used to fantasize about my death, spent all that time trying to kill me when I took Daryl. Now you’re not sure you want me dead!”

Josephine pushed her head closer to Negan’s cage.

“You listen to me,” She spat out, anger in her usually soft voice. “I’ll never forgive you for what you did to my people, my family. Not a day goes by I don't wish my brother would have just killed you, but this is how it is now and I cant change it. Why did you even bother helping Lydia? We all know you aint no hero.”

“No, no i’m not. I’m a sucker. You made me start believing in your way of life. Your moral code. Hell, it was you who always gave me a taste of freedom just so you could yank it away when I actually did the right thing? You gotta admit that is pretty messed up.” Negan replied, his voice still so calm and collected - he was always hard to read, and it always frustrated Josephine.

“I’ll make sure you get a change to tell your side,” Josephine called out as she left his cell and ventured back into the night.

She made her way home, Daryl sat on the steps, playing with the hem of his shirt in both worry and anxiousness.

“Hey,” He called out as he watched Josephine approach the steps. She sat down next to him and sighed- the days events getting to her now more than ever. “How ya feeling?”

“Daryl, I’m fine,” Josephine whispered back, giving him a playful push. She was lucky to have someone who cared so much about her well being. It was genuine and sweet, but also annoyed her some days.

“I cant believe all this is happening,” Josephine stated after a few seconds of silence passed between the two.

“I know, it’s a mess,” Daryl replied.

“Everyone’s talking about Negan again. It’s like time never moves,” Josephine spoke quietly. “What do you think?” She asked, looking to Daryl who stared back at her.

“Dont give a shit about him. I believe her though, I do,” He responded to her, nervously playing with the wooden ring on his finger like he always did. He had never in a million years thought he’d wear a wedding ring, and even 7 years later the ring on his finger still seemed so foreign sometimes.

“Hilltop has a tree through its walls, Alexandria was attacked..” Josephine stated, sullenly.

“No, we don't know that yet,” Daryl looked at her, his voice serious.

“I feel like our real enemy is still out there, not in here,” Josephine said softly but the anger and frustration still in her tone.

“There’s enough bad stuff happenin’ here. Afraid if we don't fix it it aint gonna matter what she does to us, their wont be anything left.” Daryl got up from their home, about to walk off, take watch again for the night.

“Should have gone to New Mexico,” Josephine stated, causing Daryl to turn and look at her smirking lightly.

“Yeah,” He replied quickly. Josephine sighed and got up from the steps as well.

“Come to bed, Aaron’s got everything covered tonight.” Josephine called to Daryl, who looked down at the ground before making eye contact with his wife who stood there nervous for his reply. She gently held out her hand, waiting for him to make it up the steps again and take it, a second had passed, Daryl bit the inside of his lip for a second before nodding. Walking up two steps and firmly grasped Josephine’s small hand and they ventured inside for the night to get some much needed sleep.

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