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[theadventurek9]

Some good nuggets at the ASCA Trial

#theyre great #me not so much #got about 3 hours of sleep last night #then thought k was late an stressed out only to figure out i was an hour early #trial started at 9 not 8 #australian shepherd #asca #rally obedience #competition obedience #dogblr #aayla #border collie mix #mixed breed dog #ryker #puppy

[bloatedandalone04]

You Made it Shine

➪the one where you’ve been feeling a bit lonely, and leon intends on making it up to you.

Warnings: first time daddy kink writer - be gentle, age gap, 18+, daddy kink obvi, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (leon just really wants to knock you up), breeding kink, swearing, scratching, biting, hair pulling, choking, y’all are f r e a k y

Word Count: 4.3k

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Some trash reality TV show played in the background while you flipped to another page in your textbook. You had been given a fucking stupid amount of homework to do by next Monday, and you were beginning to feel stressed out about it all. 

It didn’t help that you missed your boyfriend, either. 

Leon had been very busy lately, and you only really saw him when he got in bed with you after eleven PM. 

While you didn’t know much about what he did for work, you knew it required him to be gone a lot and he had to dedicate most of his time to it. 

You huff quietly as you scribble out a word you misspelt before trying again, glancing over at your phone when it went off from its place on the floor beside you. 

Daddy 💖: Gonna be another late night, I think. I’m sorry, baby, I know you wanted to watch that new movie. I promise we’ll get to it soon. Be home in a few hours ❤️

You huff again and quickly type out a message before tossing your phone aside, knowing damn well how childish you are acting, but also not caring at all. 

I’m bored, Leon. I miss you. Let me know when you have time for me. 

As you started to read over the notes you took during your lecture earlier today, your phone went off again within seconds of you sending that last text. 

Daddy 💖: Don’t be like that, princess, I’m feeling bad enough as it is. I’ll be home soon and then we can figure out a time that works for both of us. Only a few more weeks then I’ll get to use some of my unpaid days off, and I’ll be spending every one with you. 

You bite your lip and decide not to answer, already feeling a bit bad for how you acted in your previous message to him. 

Leon worked very hard and put in more hours than most people, and you knew he got into that kind of work early on in his life. He didn’t tell you really anything about his job, but you knew he started when he was twenty one and had been in the same field ever since, now at the age of thirty three. 

You were only twenty two, and you seriously couldn’t imagine putting yourself through half the things he did, so you had to appreciate his dedication, even if just a little bit. 

After reading for a while, you ventured off to yours and Leon’s shared room and changed into a lacy, black two piece pyjama set so you could be a bit more comfortable while you studied. 

You ate a few pieces of strawberries you had cut up for lunch earlier as you skimmed through your notes, the time passing by quicker than you thought it would. 

Before long the front door was swinging open and slamming shut, and the sound of heavy footsteps were heard approaching the living room. “Baby,” Leon rasped as he stood in the doorway. 

You look up at him from your spot on the carpet, your books and pages scattered around you. “Hi,”

Leon shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the armchair next to the door before he was slowly crouching down and meeting your eye level. “Hi,” he said back. His eyes raked over the mess of papers and the tired look on your face, his heart aching a bit at how neglected you looked. “I was worried about you.”

You leaned into his touch when he reached over and ran his knuckles along the curve of your jaw. “Why?”

“You didn’t answer my text,” he stated as his gaze dipped down to your lips. 

Shrugging, you look back at your book. “I felt bad for how I acted,”

“For how you acted?” Leon laughed quietly and moved so he is kneeling next to you. “Baby, I’m the one who cancelled our plans, again. I’m the one who feels bad.” 

You tilt your head when his chin comes to rest on your shoulder. “It’s alright,” you murmured as you felt his lips softly brush the skin behind your ear. “Work comes first. I know that.”

“Not when it comes to you,” he corrected as he moved to pull you onto his lap right there on the living room floor. “You should know that, instead.”

You were finding it hard to focus with his body pressed right up against your back, and his hands running up and down the skin of your thighs, but you played it up as if his actions didn’t faze you. 

Until he leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of your neck, moving upwards to whisper, “You look so pretty, baby,” and you just could not stop the shiver that ran through your body. “Did you wear this for me?” 

You were helpless as you nodded, glancing over at the time on your phone and seeing that Leon had only been at work for another hour before getting home, and not a few like he said. “Did you rush home for me?”

“Everything I do is for you,” he reminded you as he trailed his mouth along your shoulder blade. “Everyday, you’re on my mind, baby.”

You bite your lip as you turn your head so you can look into his annoyingly pretty eyes. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, you close your eyes as you lean back against him. “I missed you, daddy,”

Leon groaned and pressed a proper kiss to your mouth, slipping his hands under your shirt as he murmured, “I missed you, too, princess. Fuck, did I ever,”

You turn fully so you’re straddling his lap and grip his shoulders with your fingers. “Touch me,” you nearly begged, missing the feeling of his hands on your body after going without it for nearly two straight weeks. “Please.”

Leon cooed at your pout, reaching up to pull at your bottom lip with his thumb. “My sweet girl,” he said, more so to himself. “I haven’t been taking very good care of you, have I?”

You shook your head and pressed your knees into the carpet on either side of his hips. “No, you always take good care of me,” you promised, tangling your hands in his hair. “I just miss you.”

He nodded and placed a noisy kiss on your lips. “I’m right here, baby,” he swore as his hands drifted lower, taking the lace of your panties between his fingers and pulling it down with him. “I’ll take care of you, like I always do.” He said against your mouth as he gently lifted you up and placed you down so your back is against the papers that were scattered all over the carpet. 

They crinkle under you, but you don’t care as he pulls the lace from your body and immediately replaces it with his lips. You sigh and jolt a bit as you reach down to grip his head with one hand. “Daddy,”

Leon grunted against your core and the vibrations had you bucking up against him. “That’s right, baby,” he muttered, running the tips of his fingers along your wet folds. “You needed your daddy, huh?”

“Always,” you answer, spreading your thighs a bit more as he further delved into you. “I always need you, Leon.” 

He hummed against your clit. “I need you, too,” he promised, wrapping his free arm around your thigh and pulling your body closer to his greedy mouth. “Every single fucking day I need you. You’ve made me so damn pathetic, princess.”

You moaned and arched your back a bit, further scrunching up the notes you took. “You’re so good to me, daddy,” you nearly whisper. “That doesn’t make you pathetic. It’s so attractive, you don’t even know how hot you are.”

Leon smiled up at you in appreciation. “I bet you don’t realize how hot you are, either, sweet girl,” he says. “And you taste so fucking good, I could stay down here forever.”

It was a sight that was nearly too hot to handle. Leon hadn’t even been home for five minutes before he was going down on you, still wearing his work clothes, which consisted of black jeans, a black shirt that fit him so well and showed off his toned chest, and boots. 

You always thought he looked too hot to be going to work, but then you realized that he simply looked too hot all the time. How you managed to get him all to yourself, you’d never know, but he is somehow completely obsessed with you in every possible way. 

“That’s fine with me,” you murmur, running your fingers through his hair and looking down at him. “I’m always so wet for you.”

Leon groaned loudly and began to fuck his fingers into your greedy core. “I know, sweet girl,” he mumbled, coating his fingers in your wetness with every thrust of his hand. “You’re so sensitive. I can just look at you and you’d get wet for me.”

“I can’t help it,” you say quietly. “You’re so hot, daddy.”

“I’m not teasing you, baby,” he promised, kissing your inner thigh as he continued to move his fingers in and out of you. “Not at all. I love how much you need me and how much I turn you on. It’s the same way for me. You make me so hard, it’s painful sometimes.”

You gasp out a laugh that quickly turns into a moan when he curls his fingers in order to be able to reach your sweet spot. “Daddy,” you whined, bucking your hips up as best as you could against his firm hold. “Please.”

“I know, princess,” he hummed, fucking his fingers hard into you and loving the way your face scrunched up at the pleasure. “I know. You just need your daddy to make you come, huh?” 

“Please,” you say again, reaching down to grip his hand in yours. His other picked up the pace and his thumb brushed against your clit with every thrust. “Please.”

Leon kissed all along your thighs, never taking his eyes off your face. “I love it when you beg, baby,” he says. “But you don’t need to right now. I’m gonna get you off so good, I promise.”

“Leon,” you nearly yelled as his mouth returned to your clit. He sucked on it harshly and felt as your thighs shook a bit.  He moved down when he felt your release coat his fingers, and delved his tongue within your walls to taste you. 

“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he praised, sliding his sopping fingers out of you and licking them clean. “You taste so good, baby. So sweet.”

You whine and pull him down on top of you. “Please, daddy,” you begged, kissing him deeply as he settled between your thighs. “I need you. Want you to fuck me so badly.” 

He tsked, bracing himself by his forearms on either side of your head. Next to where your hair is sprawled out was a sheet from the lecture you had earlier, and Leon grinned at the small amount of drool that left your lips and landed on the paper. It smudged your name and made the ink bleed a bit, but you didn’t care at all. “Look at you,” he groaned, licking up the line of salvia from your mouth to your jaw. “My smart girl, all hot and bothered for me. You want me to fuck you stupid, huh?”

“Yes,” came your instant reply. 

The sight of you was something that couldn’t even be found on the internet. You were so pure and so rare, and all his. 

You were too smart for your own good, yet he could easily get you all dumb for him and his dick. He can easily get you desperate for him. 

“Wait,” he requested, grinding against you when you whined at the word. Your whole body shook as his jeans brushed against your wet and sensitive core, and it was almost enough to have you push him away. “See? You’re not ready to get off again. Not yet.” 

He leaned in to kiss all over your collarbones and shoulders, one hand reaching down to push up your flimsy top. Your breasts spill free from the thin fabric and he moves further down in order to wrap his lips around your nipple. 

“I’ll get you ready,” he promised as he swirled his tongue around the taunt peak, his fingers moving to pinch and pull at your neglected one. “Get you all nice and ready for daddy’s dick.” 

“Mm, fuck,” you whined, raking your fingers through his hair and pulling on the light strands. “Leon…Fuck, I love you.”

He grunted against your nipple, pulling away and leaving a strand of salvia behind.  “I love you so much more, baby. My pretty girl,” he leaned back on his knees, draping your thighs over his as he slowly rocked his hips into yours. You looked so fucked out already, with your tits on full display, your thighs coated in your own release, and your lips swollen and wet. Leon had never seen a prettier sight. 

The front of his jeans quickly began to sport a damp spot from the way he rubbed against your dripping core, and he never wanted to wash them. He could live happily forever while just being covered in your sweet scent. 

You whimpered as you played with your nipples, the slow grind of his hips beginning to work you up again. Your quiet gasps and moans were music to his ears, and Leon was prepared to take tomorrow off just so he can spend the whole day eliciting more sounds from you.

The cool metal of his zipper against your heated clit had your eyes rolling back, your chest lifting up and causing your notes to become wrinkled under you. “Daddy,” you whispered, grinding up against him. He stilled his hips and let you rub against him, his eyes following the lift and drag of your core against his painfully hard dick through his jeans. 

“There you go,” he rasped, gripping your waist and giving you a sharp thrust. You moan loudly, bucking against him desperately. “You sound so sweet, baby. So good for me.” 

“Please,” you whisper. 

He pulls away and watches as your core drips with arousal, sliding down your folds and wetting your anatomy notes without a care in the world. He wanted to lick it up so badly, but refrained from doing so when he felt your gentle tugs on his shirt. 

Leon reached behind him and pulled off the tight fabric from his chest, tossing it aside to join your damp panties. 

You bite your lip and sit up, pulling off your own shirt and throwing it to the side as well. The sound of pages crumpling fills the room as you move to copy his knelt stance, your body much smaller than his and making you have to tilt your head to be able to look up at him. 

Leon reaches down and grazes your cheek with his knuckles. “What do you want, baby?”

You hum, kissing his wrist before moving up to kiss his lips. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he deepens the kiss, his hands sliding up to tangle in your hair as his tongue explore your strawberry tasting mouth. “I wanna make you feel good, daddy,” you murmur when you pull away. 

Placing open mouthed kisses down his chest, you pause at the waistband of his jeans. You glance up at him as your fingers make work of unzipping them after pulling his belt off. 

“Let me go down on you, daddy,” you offered, pushing down his black boxer briefs and freeing him. “Let me suck you off.”

Leon groaned and tightened his grip on your hair. “You don’t have to ask, princess,” he reminded you. “You know I won’t ever pass up one of your blowjobs.” 

You grinned, gripping him tightly. “I know,” you say before wrapping your lips around him. Starting off with his tip, you run your tongue along his head before slowly taking more of him. You hollow your cheeks and take him until your nose is pressed to his pelvis bone and he is hitting the back of your throat. 

You move so you’re lying flat on your front, your hips pressed to the floor and your juices still dripping onto your homework pages. 

Leon groaned loudly, gathering your hair into a ponytail as you began to suck him off. “God, baby, you’re going to need to ask for a new page for your homework assignment,” he announced. “You’re soaking the one you have now.”

You moan around him, your eyes nearly rolling back when you feel your clit throb at his words. You clench helplessly around nothing at all, your walls pulsating with every sound that leaves his sinful lips. 

“It’s all for you,” you tell him, stroking his wet shaft with your hand as you lean forward to kiss along his abs. His body was insane and you were sure you could spend the rest of your life exploring it and never get bored of the way it felt against your hands. 

He worked out so often, his body had no choice but to tighten up in all the right places. “I know it is, sweet girl,” he mumbled. “All mine, aren’t you? Mine to take whenever I want.”

You moan embarrassingly loud at his possessive words, feeling more wetness drip from your folds. “I’m so wet, daddy,” you gasp, licking his tip once more. “I missed you so much.”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, tugging on your lip with the thumb of his freehand. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much. I missed you, too. You need me to fuck you now, sweet girl?”

You hum, pulling off him again and stroking him with both hands. “I need it so badly,” 

Leon hummed in agreement. “Lay back, princess,” he instructed quietly. You oblige right away, sitting up only to lay on your back a few seconds later. 

“Are you going to breed me, daddy? Get me all knocked up?” You tease, knowing how badly he wanted to see you round with his baby. Being with you had unlocked so many kinks, Leon hadn’t even heard of some of them, but he knew he definitely had them. 

Leon cursed under his breath as he pulled his jeans off completely and threw them to the side. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promised, staying in his knelt position and grabbing your thighs. He spread your legs and exposed your awaiting core, all ready and his for the taking. “Show all those college boys how badly you wanted me to knock you up.” 

You moan loudly, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can watch him coat his salvia covered dick in your wetness before easily sliding in you. Your head falls back and your chest pushes up, your nipples hard and straining against the cool air in the room. “Fuck,”

“That’s my girl,” he grunted once he was fully buried in you. “So fucking tight.” 

“Daddy,” you whine, watching as he began to slowly fuck into you. “You stretch me so good.”

Leon grunted in reply. “You were made for me, princess,” he says, draping your thighs over his again and rocking his hips into yours. “Mine from the very beginning.”

“Fuck, Leon,” you moan, the slick sound of your walls taking every inch of him filling the room. “I need you, daddy. Please.”

“How do you need it, baby?” He asked, running his hands up and down your thighs. 

“Hard,” you answer, and that was all he needed. He gripped your waist tightly and began fucking into you fast and steady, making your whole body jolt and shake with each thrust. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.” 

Your head falls back and you lay down again, reaching down to grab onto his wrists. “Like this?” He mocked under his breath, eyeing the way your tits bounced with every move he made. 

“Yes,” you moan. “Fuck yes, daddy, just like that.” 

“Good girl,” he praised, adoring how responsive you always are to him. “I’ll fuck you nice and hard, like you deserve.”

You whimper and he reaches one hand up to fondle one of your breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching your already hard nipple. Your whole body shakes a bit as he uses his other thumb to rub harsh circles onto your clit. 

It was probably too much too fast, but he knew you could take it. 

You were his sweet, cock-hungry girl, of course you could take it. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you lay back and push away various papers, not caring about their well-being at all as you shove them away from you. 

You should have more self control. You should be studying right now and watching your dumb reality TV show, but here you are instead, splayed out and taking him so well like you always did. 

You couldn’t help it. Leon was so effortlessly attractive and he got you going without even trying. 

You missed this physical contact with him for weeks, and you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to get off with him. 

“Feel good, baby?” He asked, drilling into you without showing any signs of stopping. “Feel full?”

“Yes,” you respond not even a second later.  “Feels so good, Leon.”

He grunted, removing his hand from your chest and sliding it upwards until his fingers were gently pressing against the base of your throat. 

At the slight blocking of your airway, your eyes light up and you grin at him. “Yes,” you moan again, wrapping your nimble fingers around his wrist. 

Leon stared down at the sight below him, his lips parting a bit as he groaned loudly. “My dirty girl, huh? Letting me do whatever I want to you. Letting me fuck you raw,” he mutters, more so to himself. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you want me to knock you up.”

You moan in response, clenching tightly around him. “Leon,”

“Yeah,” he huffed, tightening his fingers around your throat. “You want me to fuck a baby into you, don’t you? Get you all nice and pregnant?”

You both knew that he wanted that, and you did, too, but later down the road. Maybe after you graduate college. 

Leon understood that and is more than supportive of it, so he settled on fantasizing about it instead.

It was just so hard to not imagine a future where you and he start a family of your own. He couldn’t wait. 

“I want it, daddy,” you whimper, feeding into his kink. “Wanna make you feel good.”

“You do make me feel good, sweet girl,” he murmured, gripping your hips in both hands as he fucked into you hard. “You make me feel so good, wrapped around me so tightly, taking me like the good girl you are. You’re so good to me, baby.”

Your eyes roll back as you blindly reach for him. Pulling him down on top of you, your legs wrap around his waist when he moves so he’s hovering over you. 

Raking your nails down his back, you hear him inhale sharply next to your ear. “There you go,” he muttered. “Scratch me up, princess. I want it.”

You oblige and dig your nails a little deeper, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave angry red trails indented on his back. “Leon,” you gasp as you clamp down tightly around him. “Please, make me come again. I need it.”

“Come, baby,” he requested. “All over me. I want you to make it so fucking messy.”

He leaned down and gently sunk his teeth into the skin of your shoulder. His tongue soothed the small sting and your body pulsated a bit as you felt your second orgasm rip through you. “Fuck, Leon, fuck fuck,”

Your walls sucked him in impossibly deeper and each thrust of his hips was noisier than the last. The faint squelch was barely heard over your loud cries as you came harder than before, your nails digging into his shoulders. 

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted as he felt your warmth flood around him. “Good girl.”

His words set butterflies loose in your body and you cling onto him with every ounce of energy you have left. “Daddy,” you whispered, your core begging for a break but also begging for him to fill you up. “Come, please…inside me.”

Leon lets out a throaty groan as he fucked into you a few more times before stilling. He comes deep within your soaked walls, painting your core white as he fills you up to the brim. “Fuck, baby,” he rasps, pulling out slightly then slipping back inside you again.

He wanted to make sure his seed reached as deep as it could go in you, even if there was no way you could actually get pregnant right now since you’re on the pill. 

You whine a bit when he pulls out completely, replacing his dick with his fingers as he pushes his come back inside you. “Where it belongs,” he mumbles as he leans down to press a kiss to your abused core. 

You shudder a bit as he moves back up your body and wraps you in his arms. Relaxing against his chest, you let out uneven breaths as you feel his seed run down your folds and seep into your lecture notes. “Thank you,” you whisper, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw. “I really did miss you so much, Leon.”

He kisses your forehead and tightens his hold on you a bit. “I missed you, too, sweet girl,” he replied, knowing both you and he would probably wake up tomorrow with rug burn marks on your bodies. “I’m sorry for not being here very much. I promise it’ll only be a couple more weeks and then I’ll be given a break.”

“It’s okay,” you smile, giving him another kiss. “You made up for it tonight.”

-

Kind of don’t like this at all, so be gentle and lie to me if you hate it, too x

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[luimagines]

Caught K-I-S-S-I-N-G Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part three will include Time, Sky and Wind.

Content under the cut!

Time

Time and you were walking side by side at the point of the group, leading the way for the boys to follow.

Since you were already walking side by side, you took the liberty to reach your hand out and put it on top of his. He makes no noticeable reactions but his hands curls over your gently, holding it without missing a beat.

You smile a little easier and step closer to match his pace and his stride. You have to hold yourself back from swinging your hands back and forth in the meantime.

Behind you, you hear a scoff and playful groan. “Gross.”

You both turn around and Warrior stands there with a smirk, if exasperated expression. “Really you two? Before marriage? In broad daylight?”

Sky snorts and elbows the other lightly to get him to back off but there’s no real venom anywhere here.

You bite your lip and smile back but self consciousness eats away at you. You try to pull away from Time but his grip on your hand tightens. Warrior notices and his smirk grows. “I thought I taught you better, Sprout.”

Time raises an eyebrow at the Captain, not impressed what so ever. “You’re absolutely right, Captain. Forgive me, I’ve seemed to forgotten my manners.”

You’re confused. You initiated this. You know that Warrior is joking but Time seems to be 100% serious. “Uh... listen, honey-”

Time pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Sorry, My Love. But I owe you an apology as well. I should have made myself a little more clear earlier.”

“Time-”

He kisses you deeply, cutting you off before you could begin to ask to be on the same page as he was. It takes your breath away and your eyes flutter close as you kiss him back.

“Oh, come on man.” Warrior says defeatedly.

Sky only dissolves into laughter.

Time pulls back with a smirk of his own. He’s too devilishly handsome for his own good. You don’t remotely think to scold him for that. You’re too preoccupied with how the light bounces off of his hair and how his gaze makes you weak in the knees to mind this.

Time pecks you once more before turning to Warrior with a nod. “I don’t need your permission to love them. Excuse us.”

Your jaw drops. 

Warrior’s jaw drops.

Sky is still laughing to himself.

Time takes your hand again and begins to walk once more, swinging it back and forth to your hearts content.

You can’t seem to be bothered by that one bit. In fact, you wouldn’t mind it if he did that more often.

Sky

Sky had taken you away from the group to have some lunch just so that it could be the two of you alone for a little while.

It was a sweet enough gesture to simply having lunch with him but he wanted it to be a little more special. 

He brought a blanket and some desserts to have with you, feeding you every once and a while as you both looked at the view he’d chosen for you impromptu picnic. The lake in front of you was a beautiful blue, reflecting the sky with crystal clear clarity. You had both sat underneath a tree with enough shade to cool you from the sun’s warm rays.

You sighed blissfully and leaned back against the tree, taking a moment to lean over and put your head on his shoulder. “This was perfect, thank you.”

Sky chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He holds you closer, tighter, resting his head on top of yours. “I had hoped you’d like it. You seemed a little stressed lately. I figured a nice break away from the chaos would do you some good. If only for a little while.”

“It was exactly what I needed.”

“Good, I’m glad.” Sky rubs your shoulder. He turns a little bit and kisses the top of your head.

“Oh. Whoops. Am I interrupting?” Legend puts his hands up in mock surrender. 

You snort. “No.”

“Yes.” Sky glances down at you with a disapproving frown. You ignore him.

“I wasn’t aware that I was walking into the middle of something.” Legend smiles. He puts his hands down, pointing to Sky instead. “I came to get you though. You have a minute.”

Sky hugs you protectively. “What do you think?”

You swat his arm with an amused glint in your eye. “Be nice. If you have to go, then go. I can wait here for you?”

“No.” Sky mumbles into your hair. “Don’t wanna.”

You send Legend an apologetic smile. The Veteran doesn’t seem to mind. It looks like he had a suspicion that this would more or less be the outcome. He gets a large grin on his face and put his hands back up in surrender.

“I’ll tell them to not bother you two for a while.”

“Thank you, Legend.” You sigh.

Sky doesn’t respond, choosing to hide away in your hair instead. He nuzzles into you and tightens his grip somewhat. It feels nice.

“I can’t guarantee that they won’t send someone else though.” Legend admit as he walks away. “But I’ll leave you to it.”

Sky huffs. “Can’t even have five minutes.”

“We’ve had more than five minutes.” You remind him with a small laugh. “It’s been over an hour now.”

“Well it should be more.”

You laugh a little louder and hug him back. “Honestly... I can agree with that.”

Wind (Same age)

You and Wind had escaped from the group for a little while just talking silently amongst yourselves.

Your hands were laced together as you both down under a tree for the shade.

“I think I like this place.” You say quietly, slowly rubbing your thumb over his hand. “It’s a shame we can’t stay for long.”

“I didn’t think there could be so many trees in one place.” Wind admits, looking at your hands softly. “I’m so used to the color blue... there’s so much green.”

You grin with a small giggle. “Maybe we should trade. You show me what the ocean is like and I’ll take you to my village, where you’ll find a lot of grey instead. It’ll be new too!”

“Grey?”

“We live in the mountains. Lots of rocks.” You explain with a grin.

“Mountains...” Wind leans back, squeezing your hand gently. “It sounds almost like a fantasy. Do you think we’ll ever get to your village any time soon?”

“I don’t know.” You admit, wiggling your feet a little bit. “I’d like to at some point though. Just to see if everyone is ok. I’d like everyone to meet you too!”

Wind smiles bashfully, bringing his free hand up to scratch behind his ears. “Do you think they’ll like me?”

“Like you? They’ll love you, just like I do!” You laugh and lean over, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Wind gets a big smile on his face and leans over to kiss your cheek as well.

“Well isn’t that cute~”

You both jump. Wind instantly getting into a defensive position with his arm to cover you if need be. He snaps his head from left to right only to land on Four a little ways away.

Wind glares, biting down the curse that threatens to slip off of his tongue. “Smithy, you almost gave us a heart attack!”

“Oh please, you’re both fine.” The other boy laughs. “I was just looking for you. We’re about to head out. I suggest getting cleaned up a bit and heading back before the others actually start wondering where you both went off to and begin searching.”

Wind groans dramatically, getting to his feet. He holds out his hand for you as he dusts off his tunic from any stray dirt that might have gotten on top him. “Fine. But only because I don’t think I can handle the annoyed look Wolfie get son his face every time he has to come out and find someone.”

You take Wind hand and try to keep the smile off of your face. “It’s fine. No harm done.”

You’re quick to lace your hands together again and shoot Four a thankful smile. “Thank you for coming to get us, Smithy. We’ll join the others in a minute.”

Four nods with a soft smile of his own and gives a mock salute. he turns and leaves with very little fanfare. “Make sure of it.”

Wind sticks his tongue out at him.

Feeling brave, you kiss his cheek one more time, knocking the look right off of his face. You giggle. “Behave.”

“He started it.”

“Well I’m ending it. Come on. Let’s go back.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #I had a lot of internal debate with Wind's #whether i should include him here or not #but i think i found a balance #but he's usually last for people who's rather skip him anyway

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷

description: in which jenna clark realises she may be a little rough with her girlfriend

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jenna clark x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: this is a short one! just fluff

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y/n slowly blinked her eyes open, the sun streaming through the thin curtains pushing her to wake up earlier than she would have preferred for her day off.

The girl sighed and pushed her arm out to touch her girlfriend only to feel an empty side of the bed. y/n sat up, a pout on her lips when she realised her girlfriend was not in the room.

Just as y/n went to move, the door to the bedroom opened and Jenna walked in with a tray in her hands and the small patter of feet echoed. y/n's and Jenna's miniature border collie Mollie jumping at the bed.

"Molls!" Jenna warns, the dog huffing as she moved back down the bed, her head flopping onto y/n's lap as she sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"Hi fluff." y/n chuckled, running her hand over her head.

Jenna sild onto the bed carefully, bringing the tray down between them where their coffees sat and breakfasts, y/n smiled softly, leaning over to kiss her lover's cheek.

"Thank you baby." y/n sighed, Jenna sending her a bright smile.

"Of course, you've been working too hard, I always say it." Jenna hums.

y/n was in her final year of her solicitor exams and also worked part time in a law firm and in a cafe to help pay for it all. Once she completed her exams, she had a role lined up with a soliciting firm for estate and would be able to stop the cafe job.

However, as they got into the final term, y/n found herself studying late, running off caffeine and tears, frantic writing into early hours of the morning, a few hours of stressed sleep and then straight to work.

Jenna could see her lover burning herself out and didn't know how to stop it, so when they finally had a day off together the footballer made it her personal mission to cheer her lover up.

"I thought we would take Mollie for a W A L K, grab some shopping and bake and watch movies for the day?" Jenna asks her lover as they begin to eat and y/n smiles.

"That sounds lovely." y/n smiles, letting Mollie have a slither of bacon from her plate which the dog whined thankfully at.

The two ate in small talk and giggles before showering together in a similar way, ghosting touches and soft kisses as they washed and changed before moving to get their shoes on.

"Mollie!" y/n called out, the small dog arriving obediently at y/n's feet. "Do you want to go for a..." y/n begins but Mollie saw the lead in her hand and barked excitedly jumping at her playfully.

"I think she's figured it out babe." Jenna chuckled and y/n nodded, clipping her dog onto the lead before the two headed out into the crisp winter air.

y/n shivered slightly, bringing her scarf closer to her neck as she looked back at Jenna, rolling her eyes at the fact her lover just had a beanie and thin coat on.

Jenna always said she never got cold, maybe the fact she was used to playing in cold temperatures helped her, whatever it was, Jenna didn't often feel the cold.

The trio made their way into the park and y/n unclipped Mollie, Jenna throwing the tennis ball which made the dog race after it excitedly, y/n giggling at the dog who sprinted back and let the ball drop at her feet.

y/n smiled and leant down, stroking at the dog and cooing proudly at her, before she picked up the ball and threw it, pouting when it didn't go as far as Jenna's.

"What's that pout for?" Jenna cooed, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend.

"My throw didn't go as far as yours." y/n huffed and Jenna chuckled.

"Baby, I'm a professional athlete?" Jenna reminds and y/n shrugs, still relaxing in Jenna's arms.

"With your feet." y/n jokingly whined.

"I still need to be strong though baby. So I can fight off those other players." Jenna grins. "And so I can cheer up my pouting girlfriend." Jenna adds.

"How does being strong..." y/n begins but Jenna stops her by picking her up bridal style and spinning her. y/n laughs loudly arms clinging to Jenna's shoulders as the woman comes to a stop.

"What do you think Molls? Cheered up?" Jenna asks the dog who was watching her owners with a tilted head.

Mollie barks at them, before panting and y/n laughs as Jenna puts her down, picking up the ball only to throw it again, Mollie racing off excitedly.

"Cheered up?" Jenna asks, y/n wrapping her arms around the woman's shoulders as Jenna's arms snake around her waist and pull the girl closer to her.

"Mmm. Definitely." y/n grins, leaning up to peck at Jenna's lips twice.

Jenna grins at the affection, her hands squeezing y/n's waist tighter for a moment, the two enjoying their moment of peace as the cold breeze washed over them.

"You're it!" y/n suddenly yells, tapping Jenna and running from her, Mollie jumping around y/n excitedly as the girl grabs the tennis ball and sprints away, Mollie following.

"Get back here!" Jenna yells, y/n screeching as she sees the woman running toward her.

"Mollie come on." y/n giggles madly, her and the dog trying to make it away, however the dog had far more speed.

Two hands grab y/n's waist and she squeals, throwing the ball once again for the dog who bounces after it happily. Jenna grips her lover, exclaiming in victory as she spins her and holds her tightly.

"Jen! Jen!" y/n tries, as the woman stops, still holding y/n above the ground. "Jen, too hard!" y/n warns, tapping Jenna's arms and she gasps, releasing the girl who takes a deep breath in, wincing at her aching waist.

"Shit, sorry baby." Jenna sighs, cupping y/n's face.

"It's okay love, you just sometimes forget the strength you have." y/n wheezes out, smiling when Jenna peppers kisses around her face.

"You're shivering baby, lets head back now, yeah?" She asks, Mollie barking in agreement as the dog had started to shake slightly from the bite of winter.

"Okay." y/n smiles, pressing a kiss against Jenna's cheek as she clips Mollie back, the dog panting as she padded with her owners back home.

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y/n was changing her shirt into one of Jenna's jumpers which Jenna had happily taken off as she changed into a fresh one, y/n happily sniffing the clothing before Jenna gasped.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry." Jenna says, moving forward, her hand shakily spreading across y/n's waist, where her handprint was already beginning to bruise into the skin.

y/n looked down, not even realising Jenna had her so tightly in the park and expected the bruise. Jenna had yet to touch the skin and y/n smiled softly.

"Jen, it's okay." y/n promises, Jenna looking at her with wide guilty eyes. "Hey, it's okay." y/n promises, pulling Jenna's hand to press against her bruise softly.

"I feel so bad." Jenna sighs stroking the skin slightly. "I shouldn't be so rough with you." She adds.

y/n sighs, pulling the jumper on as Jenna pulls her hand away from the bruise, letting y/n wrap her hands around y/n's shoulders as y/n wrapped hers around Jenna's waist.

"It's not the first mark you've left on me Clark and it won't be the last." y/n says to her, an eyebrow raising suggestively.

Jenna chuckles, knowing well what her lover was talking about and rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to her forehead lovingly, a warmth spreading through her at the way y/n didn't care.

"Besides..." y/n begins, leaning up to whisper her next sentence in Jenna's ear. "I usually like it when you get rough, don't I?" She asks, before pressing a kiss underneath the lobe.

Jenna groans, as y/n leans back down and the player leans down, connecting their lips in a deep kiss, her tongue quickly twisting into y/n's mouth.

"Come on." y/n hums as she pulls from Jenna. "Let's go make some dinner." She adds innocently. She begins to walk to the door but Jenna grabs her arm and drags her back toward the bed.

"Dinner can wait - I want dessert first." Jenna hums as she drags y/n onto the bed.

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#woso #woso x reader #woso x y/n #woso soccer #woso community #social media woso #jenna clark #jenna clark x y/n #jenna clark imagine #jenna clark x reader #liverpool wfc #liverpool women #liverpool football club #liverpool fc

[hugsandchaos]

Just incase; Neo is Swap N, T is Swap Thad, K is Swap Khan, and U is Swap Uzi (might change it to Z or U-Z)

Neo yawned and stretched all four of his limbs out, making sure to move his legs at a downward angle so he wouldn’t push the floor or hit what he assumed was once the controls of the pod. He let himself slump down in the chair for a quick second before blinking and sitting back up, refocusing on the task at hand. Looking at his history book, Neo struggled for a second to figure out where he was before he caught himself drifting off to sleep.

Once he found it again, he forced his tired mind to focus on the contents and propped his head on his left hand. It felt like his brain was turning into mush with how tired he was.

At first, Neo tried to just absorb the words, then understand the sentences. He’s spent multiple years staying up late studying, and the only difference now was where he was, which was inside the pod belonging to his murder drone friends, T, K, and U.

Neo decided to give studying here a try, to see if the cold would help keep himself awake while studying. It did, but it also made a small part of his mind, the part that humans refer to as the “unconscious�� part of the mind since things would go on without realizing, think of going back to the bunker to get nice and cozy under his blanket in his bed and finally letting go of every last bit of stress Neo felt. As the night progressed to 11:23PM, he grew more and more tired and the thought grew more tempting. At least the howling wind made for some nice background sounds.

“Neo?” T piped up.

Neo was startled into wakefulness and shot his head up, not realizing he was beginning to fall back asleep again. He looked over at U’s squad mate, T, who was by far probably the chillest drone Neo has ever met. He was surprisingly okay with the new change of plans, mostly because he didn’t want to keep killing and instead wanted to be able to play with multiple drones.

He looked a little concerned and very confused as he looked at Neo from the doorway.“What are you doing up? I thought worker drones slept at this hour.” T asked. He wiped the oil off his face, presumably from a disembodied arm or some other dead worker drone part. They could get oil just fine from those. For a few seconds, Neo’s head felt slightly less like confused mush.”Unless they cover night shifts or they’re just busy.” Neo replied with a light chuckle.

He turned back to his book and the “confused mush” feeling came back.“Aren’t you tired?” T asked. Neo shrugged and went to the next paragraph, not paying much attention to his friend, which was very unlike himself. But he needed to study.

Just because he’s one step closer to annihilating the human race doesn’t mean he can slack off. Especially if he didn’t want to give pretty much everyone in the colony another reason to dislike him.“Not the first all-nighter I’ve pulled, and something tells me it won’t be the last.” Neo silently brushed his concerns off and tried to go back to studying, but T wasn’t going to give up.

He walked over to the chair his worker drone friend was sitting in and put a hand on the back of the chair.“Come on, let’s put the books away and get you back to the bunker, you look exhausted.” T said. Neo didn’t even look up from the texts he could barely focus on with how exhausted he felt.”No.” He said, sounding just as tired and frustrated as he felt without realizing. He didn’t notice, though.

T stared at him surprised for a bit, not having heard that tone from him before, but pulled himself back together really quickly and opened his mouth to speak again as Neo struggled to keep his eyes open and stay focused.“One more question; When’s the last time you slept?” T asked. That question made Neo stop reading and sit up. He hasn’t thought much about the fact that sometimes his visor shows what humans call “bags under the eyes”, which is a sign of lack of sleep.

T waited for an answer, but it was pretty clear by the ten seconds of thinking that the answer was too long.“Uhh, two nights ago maybe? I think I got around 3 hours of sleep? Doesn’t matter.” He said, waving dismissively at the end of his response. He once again tried to focus on the texts, but his chair was suddenly turned around.“That’s it.” T said. He grabbed his short friend and picked him up like he was a doll, but being picked up wasn’t what woke Neo up.

When T picked him up, he scooped him up underneath his arms, which for a split second reminded Neo of those few times he was tickled in the past. He was always more tickle-sensitive than most worker drones, even now, but tickling isn’t exactly an activity for worker drones since so few are actually ticklish. Neo tensed up for a second, pulling his legs and arms up in defense. He calmed back down just as quickly when he realized that this was not going to turn into a game and remembered that he had to get back to studying.

Judging by T’s confused expression, though, it might be a bit too late.

“Wait a minute...” He muttered. He squinted his eyes at Neo, who was getting a little nervous. T gave him a gentle squeeze, making him almost laugh, but Neo refused to let himself do that and it only came out as a muffled snicker. T tilted his head slightly in confusion and raised an eyebrow, but then his eyes widened in realization and his face lit up.”No way!” He exclaimed in disbelief. He began tickling Neo under the arms, which got him laughing and kicking in only a few seconds.

“Wahahahahait! Teeheehee! Nohohohoho!” He laughed. T grinned mischievously and kept him in the air as he tickled him. No ground equals no traction, and no traction equals no chance of running away. Not that T wouldn’t be able to catch up to him. He just didn’t want to chance it.

T used his tail to hold Neo’s legs in place so he wouldn’t kick him and smiled.”Since when are you ticklish?” T asked. Before Neo could respond, U came sprinting into the pod.”What’s this I hear about Neo being ticklish?!” She asked, jumping onto a box like a gremlin.

Neo once helped T tickle her to cheer her up, but they assumed he wasn’t ticklish since as far as they know, worker drones aren’t ticklish. So if she could get her revenge by giving him the same treatment she was put through, there was no way she wouldn’t pass that chance up, and both T and Neo knew that.

“Ihihihi am nohohot!” Neo lied. U grinned mischievously and walked up to them.

“Oh, really? Then this won’t bother you?” U asked, joining in on the attack and going for his belly.”NOHOHOHOHO!! HAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Neo laughed. T raised an eyebrow and jerked his head downwards to signal U to help him set Neo on the ground.

T unwrapped his tail from around Neo’s legs and the two sat down, still not letting up on their attack. T was able to grab both of Neo’s wrists and keep his arms up.”We’re going to keep doing this until you agree to get some sleep.” He said, using his hands to tickle Neo. U looked at him almost offended and stopped helping T .“Wait, what? But I want my revenge!” She complained.

“He hasn’t slept in two days. I’m just doing this to tire him out.” T explained. U blinked and looked at Neo in slight disbelief.”Juhuhust lehet mehehehe wohohork!” He said, but neither were about to do that.

Not when he had been coming by and staying for quite some time to work on the pod.“You know what? Your plan is better, T.” U agreed. She moved Neo’s coat just enough to expose his belly and took in a deep breath. Neo squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself, but he was ultimately unprepared. It tickled a lot more than he thought it would.”HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!” He tried again to escape, but given how much stronger his disassembly drone friends were, he had no chance of escaping. Except for one, but he wasn’t going to give in. He had work to do, no matter how tired he is or how much it tickled.”STOHOHOHOHOP!!” He said. U blew another raspberry and briefly sent him back into hysterics.

T shook his head.”There’s only one way out, Neo. Just agree to go to sleep and we’ll stop.” He said, but the worker drone still refused.”Okay, we don’t mind carrying this out for a while.” T said.

“ALRIHIHIGHT!!! IHIHI GIHIHIVE UP!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!” Neo finally surrendered after three minutes and his friends immediately stopped and let go. Neo slumped onto the floor to catch his breath and T chuckled.”Maybe we went a bit too far?” He asked, not sure if it was them or Neo who had pushed him to this point of exhaustion. U shook her head.”I think he’s fine.” She said.

It took them ten minutes to realize Neo had fallen asleep on the floor and two more to find a tarp that could be used as a sleeping bag for him.

#murder drones #murder drones n #murder drones thad #murder drones uzi #md uzi #md n #md Thad #swap murder drones #murder drones swap uzi #murder drones swap n #murder drones swap au #murder drones swap Thad #murder drones tickles

[daddyy333]

Family | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

TW: ABUSE, ABUSIVE PARTNER, PREGNANCY, UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF UNWANTED PREGNANCY/BABY, ABORTION, MORNING SICKNESS, HINTS AT EATING DISORDER (?) CAR CRASH, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

Word count: 7.2k

summary: Eddie and the group take care of you as you come out of your abusive relationship and then find out you have a baby on the way

y’all I am sincerely sorry for how long this got and how long it took to write and the fact that this is only a part one but uhm yea this took a week to write so I’ll see you in a momth for part 2 💀

Part 2

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Part 4

“Ed-Eddie- Eddie please, I-I need you- he’s gonna k-kill me! God damn it- pick up yo- y-your phone- ahh! No, n-no please-” you whisper-screamed into the phone, until your boyfriend found you in your hiding spot in the linen closet. He snatched you up, throwing the phone across the room and then, throwing you.

“You dumb, stupid whore!” He screamed, kicking you so hard you felt your ribs breaking. You cried and cried, having no choice but to take the beating because of course you’re dating an abusive 6’4 grizzly bear for a boyfriend.

You had been dating (for all intents and purposes) for the last 3 years and it had been the worst 3 years of your life. It was okay for a few months but by the time you were 6 months into the relationship you had been forced to cut everyone off and you were buying more and more makeup than you knew what to do with to try and cover the bruises.

You had to cut everyone off, including Eddie. Especially Eddie. Adam, your “boyfriend”, hated how close you were with Eddie. He didn’t like how happy Eddie made you in comparison to him so he beat you till you could barely move your fingers enough to type out the text telling him you didn’t want to be in his life anymore.

You cried non stop for months, Eddie never knew about the abuse but he was just such a good person and was always te for you and always loved you and protected you when he could and you never ever imagined a life without Eddie in it. But when Adam started threatening to kill the people in your life, you had to cut them off to keep them safe.

And even here, lying in a puddle of your own blood, wheezing, barely able to hear, or see, you stand by the decision. Even on death's doorstep, you would’ve gone through it all a thousand times to protect him and everyone else in your life.

Eddie went over the speed limits 20 miles to get to you, falling to his knees and sobbing once he found you. He was sure you were gone. You weren’t breathing, he couldn’t find a pulse, and your lips were blue and your skin was getting paler all ready. He called 911 anyway. He had to try.

He didn’t know how, or why, but you made it. You woke up a few hours later, you told the cops everything and talked to Eddie for quite some time. You two hadn’t seen each ot in years, and came to find out this was the reason why. Believe me, Eddie was pissed he didn’t try harder to figure out why you weren’t talking to him anymore.

You didn’t say much after that night, and 3 weeks later you were okay enough to live out of your car, so you did. You left Eddie again, not wanting to be a burden to him any longer and started living in your car. You went back to work at the mall, making just enough to survive since you were working as a manager at one of the high end stores.

Yea, life sucked but it was okay for the time being whilst you healed the physical and mental wounds Adam left you with and got your life back. That was until, you were throwing up 1,000 times a day and couldn’t breathe without smelling something that made you nauseous. Not to mention, your boobs hurt badly and were getting swollen like you were about to be on your period, which was super late.

Between the stress of recovering and the relief of no longer being with Adam anymore you didn’t realize you were late on your period. You were scared shitless, this was not the time to be having a baby, especially one with your abusive ex-boyfriend as the father. You felt so stupid, so reckless.

Of course, all the tests you took came back positive. You cried for hours, called in sick at work and it got to the point we you were genuinely contemplating suicide. You knew you couldn’t afford the appointments and the clothes and the diapers, much less the actual baby and you didn’t even have a home. You’d probably end up giving birth in your car, it’d be a disaster and you couldn’t fathom letting an innocent little baby being born into that kind of shitty life.

You did as much research as you could, and you realized you would never be able to afford an abortion. You didn’t have insurance, so it would take forever to save the money and it was a lot more complicated and expensive the farther you got into the pregnancy. You had no choice but to have the baby, probably in your backseat, and probably leave it at a police station to hopefully go to a better family.

You cried nonstop the entire day, you felt like shit, and then you tried to eat and threw it up before you finished the meal and you genuinely felt like you hit rock bottom. You never imagined you’d be finding you were pregnant whilst living in your car barely 2 months after getting out of an abusive relationship that was so bad it almost got you killed at 22.

You thought you’d be in college right now, getting a journalism degree, sending and receiving letters from Eddie all the time, living the dream you’ve had since you were 15. Not this. Certainly not this.

Pregnancy really kicked your ass. You lost more weight than you could fathom, constantly skipping meals because every time you did eat it ended up in the toilet. You couldn’t afford new bras for a while and oh my god did that hurt like hell. You grew fast, it kinda scared you because eit you were farther along than you thought or this baby was gonna be pretty big compared to your small hips, which meant that giving birth was gonna tear you in half.

You were uncomfortable all the time, between the nausea, the sore boobs trapped in tight bras, your clothes being too small, your constant hunger yet persistent morning sickness, and your highly sensitive and emotional state, and your constant inability to sleep you were a complete wreck.

You were also starting to feel all the pain the pregnancy books mentioned, like the sore and uncomfortable feeling in your back, pressure in your hips and pelvis and the sore feeling in your stomach from the muscles getting torn apart for your stomach to grow. Your feet weren’t achy yet, which you were thankful for considering you were on your feet a lot at work.

However, about a month or so after you found out you were pregnant, you lost your job because the boss was sick of you always throwing up and being tired and always coming late and constantly asking if te was any way you could make some extra money or earn a raise.

You were actually kind of happy that day, you had scarfed down a breakfast burrito and didn’t throw it up, and you’d gotten a good amount of sleep last night.

You got through your day, no rude customers or anything, it was one of the best days you had in a while. That was until you were stopped by your boss on your way out. “Listen, uhm, I’m gonna have to let you go, y/l/n. I know you’re pregnant and everything, but you’re…a lot, okay? I’ve found someone better for the job so, uh, you’re fired” he said and you scoffed, tears filling your eyes.

You nodded and said “okay…uhm that's just- that’s awesome. It’s not like I need to eat to keep my baby alive or try to pay for an appointment to see if my child is healthy or anything like that. Fuck you, have a terrible rest of your day” You sniffled and threw your badge in his face and got out of te as fast as you could.

It’s 10pm, you worked the night shift for that asshole and all you wanted was to fucking punch him in his stupid face. You got to your car and just let it all out. You hadn’t cried once since the day you found out you were pregnant, after that you stopped letting yourself cry because it wasn’t worth your time and wouldn’t get you anywe but you couldn’t help it now. It was hard to suppress your emotions for so long, especially with all the hormones which made you wanna do nothing but cry most of the time.

If you hadn’t hit rock bottom before, you certainly had now. No job, no house, soon enough no car, and a baby on the way. You sobbed and sobbed, you couldn’t fucking believe this was happening. You should’ve known not to let yourself actually believe things were getting better. “Nothings ever actually going to get better, idiot” you thought.

You had nowhere else to go, the only person who might let you stay with them was Eddie, but you were sure after what you pulled a couple weeks ago he wouldn’t. Yet you still managed to get here, on his doorstep, a blubbering mess of tears and sobs.

“Y/n? O-Oh my god- what’s wrong, are you okay?” He asked and you sniffled. It was raining now so you were soaking wet, shivering a little. You shook your head and said “no- n-no, nothing i-is okay, I-I…I n-need somewhere to- to stay p-please” “of course, yea, come in quick…come in…it’s okay, breathe, relax. You’re okay, I got you” he said and you whimpered, trying to get to his bathroom.

“Alright, alright relax, try to breathe for me. I’m gonna grab you some clean clothes and you go ahead and take a shower, I already took a shower and Uncle Wayne is still out working for a while so use up as much hot water as you need” he said and you nodded. He wiped your tears away, not without you initially flinching first, and said “try to calm down for me, okay. I’ll make you dinner, what do you want?”

“W-Whatever you h-have is fine” you said and he sighed. He kissed your head and said “okay, the water is nice and warm. Hurry and get in, I don’t want you to get sick” You nodded and closed the door, letting out a shaky breath. You got your clothes off, finally being able to breathe without the bra squeezing your chest and your pants squeezing your bump.

You didn’t take too long in the shower, you just rinsed off and warmed up some and found what appeared to be one of his tight fitting shirt on the toilet seat, which worried you because he didn’t exactly know you were pregnant yet, the shirt you were wearing before was a little more your size but still hid your bump enough that it wasn’t obvious. He also left you a pair of shorts and he must’ve ran to the store really quickly cause he left a pack of panties too.

“Hey, hi, are you feeling better? I ordered pizza it’ll…be- be here soon…” he said, his eyes glued to your bump. He blinked a few times and smiled at you, offering a glass of water. You took it carefully and quietly said “just ask, Eddie…”

“Y-You’re pregnant? Like for real?” He said and you sniffled. You nodded and he said “how many months?” “I-I have no idea…I can’t afford an appointment and I don’t know how to figure it out for myself. My best guess is probably 4 months or so” you said and sat down at the tiny little “dining table” that was more for decoration than practical use.

He nodded and said “is uhm…is it…his?” “Yea…yea it is” you said and sighed shakily, looking down at the floor. You felt like a failure, Eddie was probably figuring out how to get you out of e as soon as possible.

“I uhm…got fired. And I’m living in my car, which I won’t have for much longer if I don’t start making money again to pay it off. I’m trying to save for an appointment but I don’t think I’m gonna be able to hold onto that money for much longer. I didn’t want to come e and bot you with this and be anot thing on your overly full plate but I just…I don’t have anywe else to go,” you said and tears filled your eyes again, your lip trembling.

He bent down in front of you, cupping your cheeks and wiping the tears away. He took a few deep breaths with you and said “it’s okay, y/n. I’ll always welcome you with open arms no matter what. God, every day since you left I’ve been waiting to see you again, to make sure you’re okay. You can stay here as long as you need to, I’ll take care of you. I promise. You’re not a burden or a bot or whatever the hell, you’re family, y/n. Family takes care of each other”

You looked away, trying not to burst into sobs but it didn’t help. “Hey, hey it’s okay…can I hold you?” He asked and you sniffled, nodding. Eddie quickly pulled you up so you were standing and wrapped his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his chest. You cried and cried and cried, you just kept remembering all the things Adam did to you and how much you’ve been going through and all the suppressed feelings were coming up with a vengeance.

He held you tight, kissing your head and rubbing your back. “E-Eddie…” you whimpered, struggling to breathe a little. He shushed you softly, he wanted you to just let everything out and relax a bit. “It’s okay, y/n. I’m here, I got you. Let everything out, relax. We’ll stand here as long as we need to” he said and you sniffled, nuzzling into his chest and fully wrapping your arms around him now.

You hadn’t been hugged like this in years, literal years. Hell, you really hadn’t been hugged much at all, Adam made sure he was the only person in your life and that you had no one else to be with or run to except for him.

“You’re okay, y/n…I got you” he whispered soothingly, resting his chin on your head. You let out a shaky breath, whimpering softly. Someone knocked on the door and you pulled away slightly, looking up at Eddie.

“I’ll get it, why don’t you get comfy on the couch?” He said and you nodded, smiling a little. You curled up on the couch, taking a deep breath as you watched Eddie bring two plates over as well as the box of pizza. He left and came back again with two beers and you chuckled softly.

He stuck his hand out with a beer in it towards you and when you shook your head, making him confused. “What, you don’t drink anymore?” He asked and you looked down at your bump, then back at Eddie. He gasped and said “crap- I’m sorry. You can’t drink while you’re pregnant?” “Nope…” you said and he shook his head.

“And that’s why I thank god everyday that I am not a woman” he said, bring you a bottle of water instead. You chuckled and he gave you a slice of pizza, and pulled out one of your favorite movies to watch toget. (I can’t think of a movie Eddie would be into from the 80’s)

You slowly ate the slice, not wanting to get nauseous but also not wanting Eddie to know how little you eat, he would definitely lose his shit if he knew how bad things were. He handed you a second slice and you shook your head, already feeling like crap from trying to focus on not getting nauseous.

“Come on, you’re eating for two, eat another slice,” he said and you hesitantly took it, getting more nervous by the second. You tried to focus on the T.V but after two bites you couldn’t handle it and ran to the bathroom to throw everything up.

Eddie followed you, holding your hair and rubbing your back. “This is uhm…this normal, I think. Pregnant people they…they throw up a lot cause…cause they’re pregnant” he said, trying to figure out how to be comforting.

You groaned and said “ye- fuck- yes, that’s what- shit-” you just kept on throwing up, not able to get a single sentence out. He cringed slightly, but you didn’t see it and he wouldn’t have done it if you could, but it was a little gross.

You sat back, wiping your mouth and flushing the toilet with your foot. He chuckled and handed you a little wad of toilet paper. You whimpered softly, placing a hand on your achy stomach. “What- what, do you have to throw up more?” He asked and you shook your head.

You sniffled and said “no, no I’m fine…I-I just…ugh I feel like shit now” You started tearing up, damn these fucking pregnancy hormones. You took a deep breath and said “do you have any extra toothbrushes laying around? Actually nevermind, I have one in my car”

“I’ll get it, I’ll be right back” he said and stood up, and sped off quickly. You closed your eyes, letting out a quiet sob. This was not supposed to fucking happen. You had stopped trying to get away from Adam because you knew deep down that unless he killed you there was no getting away from him so there was nothing left to do other than give up.

That was until, you saw a corroded coffin poster and had to go, you had to at least get a glance at Eddie for the first time in years. You did and Adam decided to come home early which meant he found out and that was the night he got arrested. You hadn't told Eddie that, and you didn’t plan on it because you knew it would break him.

“here,” he said and handed you a toothbrush. You brushed your teeth and he left you alone again, and sat down in the living room. He felt so bad for you, he wanted to hold you forever and just keep whispering that it was gonna be okay until it was. He put the pizza away, at some point in highschool or throughout his life he’d also heard that smells make a pregnant person nauseous as well.

You came back, your face all red and slightly puffy again as you curled into the corner of the couch. “Do you uhm…do you have to eat again….or uhm, w-what-” he said and you sighed. You ran your hands through your hair and said “I’m fine, I don’t want to eat again, I just uhm…I’ll be fine, thanks”

“Ok…” he said and sat next to you again, continuing the movie. You knew he wanted to ask about we you’ve been, if you’re keeping it, he probably had a million questions to ask you.

“We can uhm…we can talk about it now if you want to” you said and he nodded. He played with his hands nervously and said “where uhm…where have you been?” “I was living in my car…it’s not the safest or the most comfortable but I need to spend as little money as I can” you said and he nodded, a little sad knowing you were living in your car this whole time when he would’ve gladly let you stay with him for the rest of your life.

You sighed shakily, trying to stay relaxed and calm. “Is the baby healthy?” He asked and you shrugged. You chuckled and said “I have no clue, I can’t afford an appointment, remember” He nodded, giving a sad smile knowing you were struggling so much.

You sniffled and said “I…uhm I’m gonna have to give the baby away. I’ll probably leave at a police station or something, but I’ll never be able to take care of them the way they deserves” “You have to give it up, or you want to? You can tell me if you don’t want it. But if you do, I want you to know that we will make this work. You’ve always wanted to be a mom, y/n, ever since we were kids you’ve always been eager to take care of your baby cousins and the neighbors kids. Being a mom is something you undoubtedly were made to do. I know these circumstances aren’t ideal and you’re allowed to not be ready and to not wanna have this baby. But do you?” He asked and you sniffled.

You wiped a stray tear away and said “I-I have to…” “y/n….” He said and a few tears rolled down your face. He scooted closer and grabbed one of your hands. He held it tight as he said “do you want to have the baby you are carrying right now? I’m not gonna judge you for what you choose, and I’ll support you and take care of you either way”

There was a few moments of silence, your sniffles and whimpers the only sounds in the room along with the faint noises of the movie you were supposed to be watching. You looked up at him again and nodded as you said “I-I want to keep it s-so bad…I- I-I do…but I just- I can’t afford it, esp-especially since I’m fucking jobless now. And this- this baby- I can’t force them into a life as shitty as this, they’re better off w-with someone e-else”

Your tears had increased now that you were really saying it out loud and Eddie’s heart broke. “Hey, hey don’t say that. You and I - we can do this. You can live here for the rest of your life if need be and I will help you raise your baby and I will be here for you in every way I can and I will be the very best fucking uncle on the planet” he said, making you laugh slightly.

You sniffled and said “do you-…d-do you really th-think this could work? I mean- I-I-” “hey, if it’s what you want we'll make it work, okay? I want you to be happy, I want you to be the mom you’ve always wanted to be” he said and you nodded weakly.

You closed your eyes, trying to stop more tears from coming as you said “I am…I-I’m gonna keep this baby. O-Oh god,” He smiled and you chuckled softly, him giving a soft, reassuring squeeze to your hand.

You yawned and he said “you tired? Come on, I’ll get you nice and comfy in the bed and I’ll take the couch” “what? No, Ed’s this is your house” you said and he sighed. He stood up and said “it’s your house too, it always has been whether you needed it or not. And, you’re pregnant so if anyone deserves the bed it’s you, you’re sleeping for two now so you need to be as comfy as possible”

You just chuckled quietly to yourself, following Eddie into his room. He made the bed for you, putting on fresh sheets so you wouldn’t have to sleep on spilled beer and hot sauce all over the mattress. “Thank you, Eddie. For putting up with all this. I know I can…be a lot sometimes but you’ve always dealt with it, I couldn’t ask for a better bestfriend” you said and he smiled.

He turned on a fan and said “you’re not too much, y/n. I love taking care of you, I love seeing that pretty smile, it’s really not a problem” You gave him a soft smile, god you’d smiled more in the last hour and a half than you did in the last 3 years prior.

Yea, pregnancy still sucked after that. You found another job within two weeks and it paid decent considering you were now a waitress. Eddie had noticed your shrinking frame, besides the bump of course and hadn’t said anything yet, becuase he knew you couldn’t do anything about the morning sickness (morning sickness is a lie by the fucking way, and if you don’t think so tell that to y/n who woke up at 2am last night and damn near threw up all over the floor for no reason at all)

Anyways, you were supposed to meet the friend group today, after staying at Eddie’s for 3 weeks he’d had enough and insisted you had to, and you were really nervous. You kept feeling butterflies in your stomach, and they felt weirder than normal. Eddie had been so supportive, he’d bought every pregnancy book in sight and was helping you save for an appointment.

He would drive you to and from work, massage your feet for you after a long day and even try to help relieve any pressure in your back if you’d let him. He knew based off what he read that some women struggle to breathe as it is while being pregnant so when he realized that you were also squeezing your chest into a small bra he was adamant about getting you as many as he could afford so you weren’t uncomfortable.

He’d been dealing a lot, using it to go towards the appointment and buying you clothes, and stretch mark creams, and he’d even bought a few little onesies he saw that were too cute to leave behind. He loved every minute of it, he loved seeing you smile more and more everyday, because it meant you were getting better.

But still, you were still crazy nervous about meeting his friends. He talked about them all the time, and they sounded like good people but you hadn’t had good social interaction in a very long time. You two got in the car and he noticed how fidgety and tense you were.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked and you shook your head. You sighed shakily and said “nothing it’s just…I-I’m nervous, that’s all” “don’t be…they’re gonna love you, and they’ll be excited they are getting a new member to the group again in a few months” he said and smiled at you, making you blush slightly.

He learned a lot more about what Adam had done to you as the weeks went on. A lot of late nights, and a lot of tears were shed to get there but those mini therapy sessions had you smiling more and more everyday. It was still pretty rare, but sometimes you’d forget about Adam and life felt like pure bliss for a moment.

You fell asleep on the way to the house so Eddie just carried you inside, making everyone relax because they still had some time to think about what they were gonna say and do. With your permission, Eddie had told them the basics of your situation and some of them nearly cried when they heard it. They just wanted to make you feel okay, make you feel comfortable.

“Don’t stare like that. No exotic animal staring, we talked about this” Eddie said as he tucked you in, kissing your bump and leaving you be. They all fidgeted nervously, eventually sitting back down wherever Eddie sat on the floor in front of you.

They fell into comfortable conversation, stopping whenever you made any small groan or movement. Eddie just chuckled at how careful they were, he knew you were fine, just uncomfortable because of the pregnancy and you’d fall right back to sleep in no time.

“Eddie…” you groaned, flipping over so you were on your back as your eyes fluttered open, your hands gently rubbing the sleep from them. He turned to look at you and said “hey, sleepy head. Are you okay?” “Yea, yea just…mmh” you said and stretched. You winced, scratching the itchy skin on your bump due to the skin stretching so much so fast.

“You’re on Steve’s couch by the way. You fell asleep in the car, and everyone’s getting pretty antsy and wants to talk to you” he said and your eyes shot open, you sat up so fast your heart practically stopped for a second as pain surged through your lower back.

“Ow- fuck! Eddie- god damn it why didn’t you wake me up?” You said and pulled Eddie’s your shirt down. You groaned, smoothing your hair down and Eddie chuckled. “H-Hi?” You said and they all waved or quietly said hi

It was the day after Christmas, so there were still tons of lights and a huge tree, and all kinds of Christmas decor. You looked down at your hands, picking at your nails nervously. “Guys…come on, say something” Eddie said, putting his hand on your lap so you could play with his rings and calm down.

Dustin took a deep breath and said “sleep well?” You nodded cautiously, feeling those butterflies again. They felt so weird and awfully strong, it was like there were real butterflies in your stomach.

“So like…there’s a real baby in there? Like, actually?” Robin asked and you chuckled. You looked down at your stomach and said “I hope so. I didn’t swallow a watermelon seed not to long ago so we’ll see” Eddie smiled, he was glad to see you weren’t stumbling over your words or anything, you seemed comfortable and relaxed.

You sighed and said “so uhm…w-what are your names?” They all said their names quietly, which made you wonder if they thought you were really fragile or something. “That’s…a lot” you said and Eddie stood up, sitting on the couch next to you.

“So like, you and Eddie?” Steve asked and Eddie rolled his eyes. He scoffed and said “god no, Steve. And you will not even try anything because if I find out I’m gonna kick your ass so hard you’re gonna be shitting your teeth out for a week. For fuck sake, she’s pregnant too, jsut cause she has a heartbeat doesn’t mean you have to date her”

You chuckled at the last part, but you’d be lying if you said that the way he said “god no, Steve” so fast didn’t hurt you. You’ve had a crush on him for years, and the hormones are probably making it stronger but you wished you were with Eddie everyday, and that when you gave birth in a few months you’d be holding Eddie’s left hand, both of your wedding rings shining as you brought your first kid into the world.

I mean, as of now you definitely weren’t ready for a relationship but they way he sounded so disgusted at the suggestion didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Ignore Steve, he’s a literal manwhore” Nancy said and you noticed Robin biting her lip as hard as she could trying not to laugh.

“Do you uh…know how to play D&D?” Dustin asked and Eddie shook his head. You shrugged and said “kinda? I’ve played games with Eddie over the years but I don’t know how I’d be now”

“Do you like Kate Bush?” Max asked and you nodded, you didn’t go out of your way to listen to her but you didn’t mind her music. They eventually started asking a million questions and soon enough Dustin and Steve went out to get everyone burgers and fries.

“So…Christmas just passed and uhm…you’re our new friend so we all got you some gifts” El said as her, Mike, and Will all carried them out. Your eyes widened and Eddie raised his eyebrows, he didn’t know about that.

You tried to tell them it was okay and you didn’t need anything, Eddie had to promise unlimited massages for the rest of the pregnancy just so he felt like he wasn’t doing something wrong by not giving you anything for Christmas.

Mike bought diapers, El bought a little onesies with Waffles all over it that had a matching pair of socks and a beanie, Will bought a little stuffed bear, Robin bought a bunch of cute little neutral outfits since you weren’t sure if it was a boy or a girl yet, Nancy and Jonathan bought a whole ass stroller which is when you started crying, Max bought a little music player that was supposed to help babies sleep, and when Dustin and Steve got back Dustin got it a pack of pacifiers that has little monsters all over it and Steve got it a few swaddles and blankets

“I…hate you guys,” you said, wiping your tears away as everyone laughed. Eddie chuckled, rubbing your back soothingly. You sniffled and said “at least it’s stuff for the baby and I’ll actually be able to use it” “yea, Eddie said you don’t really do gifts but we figured we could spoil the baby instead” Dustin said and you smiled.

You ate the best fucking burger of your life and they all asked more questions about the pregnancy, and also about you. You got up to get yourself more water, and noticed you still felt those butterflies from earlier.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie said as he came in and noticed you looking down at your bump like something was off. You looked up and said “nothing just…I’ve been feeling butterflies all day but I’m not really nervous any more, at least I can’t really tell if I am so I don’t know why it’s still happening”

“Butterflies? Are you sure they aren’t kicks?” He asked and you shook your head. You drank some of your water and said “no, no it can’t be. This is my first baby, I’ll probably feel them in a couple weeks, it’s a little early for me to be feeling kicks and stuff”

“That’s for most women. Maybe you’re special. Maybe your baby is kicking and you're an idiot” he said and you smacked his arm playfully. You chuckled and felt the butterflies again, making you start to wonder.

You lifted your shirt, pressed against your stomach and noticed a faint little twitch in your bump, as well as that butterfly feeling again. “Oh my god- wait, Eddie I think you’re right. Look, look,” you said and grabbed his hand, pressing it to your bump.

“Woah…that’s weird,” he said and you chuckled. You showed him how you could kinda see it too and he was like “dude, that baby is totally kicking…Jesus Christ we have got to get you to an appointment” “we actually can…I thought we had to pay a lot but we actually have more than enough for the appointment. Almost the amount for 2” you said and he smiled, he was really freaking excited, his kid or no.

The gang found out about the kicks, and they flipped out too, Dustin thought it was pretty cool and Steve thought it was pretty freaky that there was a real human in there. You totally crashed on the way home, Eddie was beaming at the fact that you did so good today and you weren’t super anxious for the most part, and you bonded so well with everyone.

He was so happy that you could finally go to an appointment, he literally called the doctors all by himself that night and got you an appointment for tomorrow. You were so happy when he told you, you felt so happy that you had that kind of person in your life who cared so much for you and you were especially glad that it was Eddie.

The next day, you ran a few blood tests and stuff, and after quite a while Eddie was waiting in the room with you for the ultrasound. “You think we can find out what it is?” He asked and you shrugged. He played with the ends of your hair as he said “what do you think it’s gonna be?”

“I feel like it might be a boy. I don’t really care though, I just want this baby to be healthy” you said and he nodded. Eventually when the doctor came in, you heard the heartbeat and literally burst into tears. Eddie couldn’t help his laughs, but he did struggle not to cry at the heartbeat. He was attached to this little baby too, he couldn’t wait to meet it.

“Ok…it looks like we’ve got a baby girl on the way. Look at those kicks, baby is very active at the moment” the doctor said and you sniffled. Eddie knew it was coming, you began to cry even more at the news that you were having a daughter.

Everything was pretty okay, but there were definitely some concerns which Eddie was gonna do his best to handle. The morning sickness was supposed to go away a while ago, and the doctors even believed that the reason you were losing more weight than you gained was because of the prolonged morning sickness. They prescribed some pills and medications that would hopefully help with it, and Eddie really, really hoped it would. The doctor told you not to worry too much, but he did want you to really make sure you try hard to improve it because it could be a problem in the future.

The baby was healthy, a little small but not too small to the point where it was putting her at risk. Eddie was just glad to know your little one was okay, he knew it would’ve been epically stressful for you if the doctor had given you really bad news.

Eventually you started really getting along with the group. You were closer to Steve and Robin, but the younger members were super fascinated by the kicks and the wriggles of your little girl so you spent plenty of time with them.

They’d even massage your feet for you when you asked, which you couldn’t help but take advantage of sometimes. Oh my god, and don’t get me started on how much they fed you. Ever since Eddie told them about how the doctor recommended you eat a little more, they’d been shoving food down your throat non stop. Every time you hung out with one of them, you ended up eating till you were absolutely stuffed.

One of your favorite moments was when you, Eddie, and Dustin were walking around getting baby clothes and stuff. You found a place selling burgers and stuff and had been complaining about how you were starving the whole way there. You then attempted to order a small combo and Dustin and Eddie threw a fit. You wanted the small combo cause it cost less but thing 1 and thing 2 weren’t having it and you absolutely had to get a large combo.

It took a while for you to be okay with asking them for the things you craved. You didn’t necessarily enjoy asking for food, period, so it was really big for them when you started asking for food of any kind.

They took care of you well, always making sure you were okay and the baby was okay. Every minor inconvenience caused by the pregnancy was taken care of, but you surely wouldn't dare to complain. “Hey, why are you awake?” Steve said and you groaned. You sighed and said “she’s kicking…a lot”

“Yea? You didn’t drink a whole lot of water before you went to bed did you?” He asked and you shook your head. “Have any caffeine today?” He asked. Again, no. “No, my kid is just a brat. I’m fine, Steve, really. Go back to bed” you said and he sighed.

Some of you had hung out and slept over at Steve’s house, and you knew you’d come to regret later considering this baby was super active at night. “No, you’re not fine. You should be sleeping. Is there anything I can do for you to help?” He asked and you shook your head.

You rubbed over the spot she was really kicking at and said “nope. Go back to bed, she’ll get tired eventually” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He chugged a glass of water and said “if you aren’t up in time for work tomorrow I’m calling you in sick. No if, and’s, or but’s” You shook your head, acting scared as if that was a crazy punishment that would ruin your life.

The baby really liked Eddie, so sometimes he was stuck to your side all day long to keep her from kicking your ass. “Eds? Oh, please, please get over here” you said and he quickly ran to the bedroom in the trailer.

You sighed and said “please, just talk. If she hears your voice maybe she’ll stop” “oh- uhm…Hi, you know me. I hope so. I’m uh…uncle Eddie. I’ve been putting on all those super cool metal songs through the headphones for you to listen to. S-Start em’ young, you know?” He said and you groaned, grabbing his hands.

You placed them on your stomach where she wouldn’t stop kicking and took a deep breath, really hoping that she would just stop. She always kicks so much and nonstop, it’s honestly crazy. “Please…please….” You whimpered, you were trying to do laundry before this but the baby had a problem with that.

“I-I’m sorry” he said and was about to move away but you stopped him. You gasped and said “no wait, don't go…oh my god, oh my god you’re my savior” He chuckled, moving so he was more comfortable. He sat behind you, still keeping his hands on your bump and pulling you a little closer so you would rest against him and he could hold you.

You’d been getting closer with Eddie, when you first came to him you were terrified to be too close to him, let alone touch him. But now, a little side hug here and there felt okay. You really trusted him with your whole heart, which was big for him because he wanted you to have someone like that after Adam and for it to be him made him so freaking happy.

“You’re stuck here for the rest of your life” you declared, putting a hand over one of his as you smiled, feeling no harsh kicks from your little she-devil. Eddie chuckled, kissing your head. “How long was she at it for?” He asked and you sighed.

“I don’t remember really, but her kicks have been getting stronger and stronger the farther I get into this pregnancy and she was just trying to knock the wind out of me while I was doing laundry” you said and he sighed softly. You started folding up laundry and he said “glad I could be of service to you” “damn straight” you said and giggled.

However, things took a bit of a turn at the end of your 6th month of pregnancy. You started feeling weaker, and the meds weren’t working as well, and you got really dizzy sometimes. You didn’t want to freak Eddie out, so you didn’t tell him and hoped this was just some kind of fluke and it would pass.

But it didn’t, not at all. She kicked so much too, which kept you up night after night and you were finding it hard to sleep even if she wasn’t kicking up a storm. And it really became a problem when you were on your way to work and you passed out while driving.

yasss cliffhanger😝 (sike I just didn’t know how to end this and I was like “I need to do a second part this shit is getting too long omfg)

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Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

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The sudden rustling woke you up from your slumber. Half-awake, you forced your drooping eyes to open and your hazy sight caught Jin’s figure by the bathroom door.

“Oh, I’m so sorry sweetheart, did I wake you up?”

“Mhm, when did you return?”

“Just now, I was just washing my clothes.”

Rubbing your eyes, you realised that he was standing shirtless, only with his lounge trousers on. The bathroom light illuminated the otherwise dark room, and the contrast fist beautifully on your boyfriend’s perfect face.

“I thought you would not return all night.”  you mumbled, feeling tired, but also more conscious of your surroundings with each passing moment.

“It’s five in the morning. Just got back. Go to sleep, I will join you in a moment.”

You sighed before letting out a yawn. Even with your muddled mind, you remembered that you had so much to discuss with Jin.

“Jin, I wanted to talk about some things.”

“I know,” he paused for a sigh “We will talk over breakfast, okay? I have taken a day off. I will be with you all day, hmm? Sleep now, you need it.”

You nodded, feeling too groggy to discuss things anyway. And almost as soon as you fell back on the bed, you slept.

You woke up late, that too, when Jin had coaxed you out of your dream world. Not that you felt refreshed, because even in your dreams, you were being chased, and such nightmares left you more drained than replenished.

“How did you sleep?” Jin had his back on you as he plated the breakfast.

“Good, I feel better.” you plastered a smile for him.

Jin had been already stressing regarding the case as well as handling awkward paparazzi questions and working on the upcoming album, you did not want to burden him further.

Turning around, Jin’s smile faltered as he eyed you. “You slept well?”

“Eh-yes?” the uncertainty simply slipped in, Jin asking the same question again meant he did not buy your smiling face and words.

“Mhm.” he nodded “I made breakfast. Come.” he ushered you towards the dining table as he put the plate before pulling a chair for you.

“I had sent Aerin yesterday, with all your remaining luggage, nothing was missing, was sit? The appliances would have to be stored away I guess. Or you guys can rest the place- all furnished apartments are always on demand.” Jin continued.

“I just…I did not know of the other pictures, Jin. And if someone is stalking us, would it not make sense to live separately?”

“Live separately?” he let out a chuckle “So that it becomes easier for them to trace you? This place is more secured, you know that, Love, no one is allowed without permission and proper ID.”

“And us staying together would simply confirm the media that we indeed are in a relationship. They will try to bring you down Jin, the target is not me. It has never been me, you know that.”

“I willt ake care of it.” he reassured firmly.

“How? The pictures are breaking the internet- how will you—”

“Do you trust me?”

“Jin—”

“Please (y/n)...Do you trust me?”

You sat in a moment of silence, before nodding and reaching for Jin’s hand on the table.

“I do, I do trust you Jin.”

“So trust me to take care of it. I will make everything right. Just…Just don’t stop trusting me…Okay?”

You nodded, somehow feeling reassured at the new depth of confidence he exuded. 

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There was no discussion regarding moving out again. Jin had been right, it was only within two weeks that the matter was under wraps and you were free to travel to your office regularly, though initially, Jin had informed you that Hybe had arranged an incognito bodyguard for you. You did not protest much, the incident had left a scar in your mind after all.

As anticipated, there were no more threats, no disturbances. Within a few months, your life fell back into a peaceful pattern as if nothing had been disturbed ever. The only change being you sharing roof with your boyfriend.

 Taehyung kept updating you regarding the situation as it was a confidential issue and none but an insider would know Hybe's actions. He had let you know that Hybe had been able to trace the numbers and even sued the offenders, it had all been done within the span of a month or so and you were relieved that you were safe, at least until another article did not come up with leaked photos. 

Jin had invited you to another of his lavish personal apartment a couple of days after everything settled down, you had been barely able to catch even a glimpse of him due to his active participation in handling the matter, he had taken it on himself to see to it that the matter had been handled right.  Besides, BTS was also working on another comeback

So when he took you to his apartment for a pampering date night, you were elated. 

But dinner was not the only occasion when you were the object of his affections. You were so pleasantly surprised when you were taken to his bedroom- he had made the arrangements himself, rose gold satin sheets covered the bed, candles lit the room in a romantic, dim glow, while the subtle scent of roses filled in your senses, it was everything- sweet, romantic and sensual. 

And Jin made love to you on the satin sheets- and it was everything from sweet to sensual to satisfying. It was beautiful and when you both lay on the ruined sheets, slowly floating down from the euphoric feeling of making love, he had taken your left hand- told you how much he loved you and slipped the ring that promised his love and commitment to you in your previously empty ring finger.

.

.

.

Jin watched with his heart filled with adoration and moon in his eyes how you gasped at the gleaming ring on your finger- a perfect fit.

 "I love you Jagi, you were made for me- only me." he kissed your tears away before claiming your lips for the nth time.

He loved you and he knew you did not love him- not as deeply as he did  at least. But you were there- almost there and in no time, you would love him as much as he loved you- your happy tears conveyed so 

"Oh Jin, I-never, I do not deserve you."

 And perhaps you didn't, especially because how he had meddled with your mocha shake the night you came to his studio to return the bracelet.

You did not deserve him, especially after he had Hybe trace the journalist who had taken the picture and the person who had sent you the first threat message and later shared your number with other sick 'fans'. And of course, that bitch who dared to attack you.

You were in his arms, so blissfully unaware of how Namjoon and Taehyung had accompanied him in taking care of the bodies- all the people who dared to threaten and stalk you. 

And it all happened the same night Taehyung and he had sent Aerin to move the rest of your luggage to Jin's place.

You were too kind, he and his brothers were not.

 Hybe took care of the rest. 

The company always would, that was how everything had been covered up in the past when Taehyung had wrongly framed his girlfriend's admirer and had the unfortunate man sent to years of prison to rot away. 

They were, after all, family. They would always have each others' back. And Hybe took care of its artists very well. Your cousin did not need to be enlightened, and neither you- none of them deserved women like you and Aerin. But love was a sweet treasure and everybody deserved love after all.

Jin smiled at you with admiration.

He did not deserve you, but he had you anyway and you would always be his. 

"Oh Jagi, do not say that. You deserve a lot more. You deserve the world." he cooed at you and smiled, before capturing your lips once more.

You deserved all his love, admiration, devotion and obsession- you deserved a lot more.

**** End****

Finally, the final part of the series is here, I have decided that a grand epilogue would follow...After the end of all the series in this universe.

But I have a drabble prepared and I might just upload it later. Let me know what you all think.

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[drama--universe]

You're mine tomorrow

Requested by anonymous: Hello!! Can you do one with Xiao Rui from falling into your smile?

Pairing: Xiao Rui x reader

Word Count: 1840 words

Warnings: none

A/N sorry for the long wait, hope you enjoy :)

Xiao Rui watched as everyone trained, growing more and more annoyed as it continued. K and Lao Mao were having a fight again over something petty, which only led to them having no communication with each other and ruining their teamwork. On the other hand, Si-Cheng was also playing worse than his usual records. This is, of course, something that only he noticed as the others still send praises his way. Lu Yue and Tong Yao were also bickering loudly on the sidelines, both not allowed to play because they were heavily sick due to late night competitions and lack of decent nutrition.

And yes, snacks did not fall under decent nutrition.

The match ended not much later and Xiao Rui couldn't hide his annoyance as he slammed his notebook down, marching off to calm down a bit. It wouldn't be of any use to yell at them, it would only dampen the mood even more and it was already bad enough at this point. He leaned on the railing, head dropping into his hands as he let out a heavy sigh.

How he was able to deal with them on a daily basis was still something he was proud of and yet it drained all of his energy out of his body, to which he hadn't found a way to gain that energy back.

Unfortunately, tomorrow was a competition. Even when it was just more of a showcase, it was still a way to show their skills and at this rate, not much was going to be shown.

He was pulled from his thoughts as a lollipop was shoved in front of his face. He looked to the side, seeing Si-Cheng next to him and he quickly grabbed the candy.

"You're not-" "Not supposed to eat candy. I know, I know... It helps against stress." Si-Cheng interrupted as he leaned on the railing next to his manager, a lollipop now placed in his own mouth. Xiao Rui glanced back at the candy, but shook his head as he shoved the piece deep into his pocket.

"Lao Mao and K are making up right now and I send Tong Yao and Lu Yue back to their rooms to rest." Si-Cheng said and Xiao Rui thanked him before walking back inside as Si-Cheng promised that the next match would go well.

So, with a very heavy heart, Xiao Rui went to sleep as well.

The next hardest thing happened in the morning. He had to wake everyone up, some more difficult than others. Lu Yue and Tong Yao were the most difficult, both still claiming to be sick and thus could skip. Xiao Rui knew this to be untrue and told them to just wear a mask if they still felt too sick. When they were out, it would come down to waking Xiao Pang. Luckily, Si-Cheng had already taken it upon himself to literally drag said boy out of his bed. This was evident when everyone downstairs heard a loud thump before Xiao Pang's voice rang out with anger.

Nonetheless, they were able to leave 5 minutes before the planned time and thus they had plenty of time to spare once they reached the waiting room. The peace that they had though, didn't last long. The door burst open, revealing Lee Hang-Suk with a bright grin as he found Tong Yao's figure. He greeted her loudly, he woke up everyone that was sleeping. He didn't notice this as he happily started ranting to Tong Yao, blissfully unaware of the glare that was sent his way from Si-Cheng while Tong Yao just gave him a gentle smile.

Xiao Rui, on the other hand, was more annoyed by the young man like Si-Cheng was, just for different reasons. His head felt like it was splitting open ever since he woke up and the loud chattering did not help his migraine.

So, of course, he was thankful when it stopped. Thankful, but confused. The silence was soon explained when he looked up, seeing a sight that he was definitely not expecting to see.

In the middle of the room stood Hang-Suk, loudly yelling at the person who stood beside him. That person held Hang-Suk's ear tightly, pulling him to up to their height while scolding him in what sounded like Korean.

Xiao Rui felt his heart spike as he saw you, supposedly his manager by the way you talked to Hang-Suk.

"I apologize for him, I keep loosing him. At this point, the company will fire me if I lose him again." You mumbled to Tong Yao in Chinese and now Xiao Rui was certain that you were Hang-Suk's manager. Hang-Suk was still trying to get out of your grip, but you only twisted his ear more for him to stop.

"Please excuse me now." You spoke before you walked out, dragging Hang-Suk behind you as you walked back to the waiting room for your team.

He saw you again during competition, both of you standing at the front row as you watched the match. Unlike him, you weren't taking any notes and just watched intensely with a proud smile.

"Do you not take notes?" He asked, voice barely above the loud soundtrack that played through the stadium and you turned his way before shaking your head.

"I don't think it's important now, they're just having fun now." You commented and he nodded before watching the game again, still taking notes.

"You should relax, your shoulders are going to hurt from sitting hunched like that." You said a few minutes later and he looked up from his notebook, glancing your way again with a raised eyebrow before he slowly sat up straight. You just chuckled before focusing back on the competition once more. However, Xiao Rui couldn't focus on his team anymore, his gaze being pulled your way as you brightly smiled throughout the whole show.

And yes, his team did noticed and teased the hell out of him later on. Where it also went completely unnoticed that your team was only a couple of meters further and probably heard all of it. You, however, were too busy scolding Hang-Suk again for his loudness and irresponsible behavior, aka trying to run off to see Tong Yao again.

A click of a camera caught your attention, looking up to see Si-Cheng with his phone in hand. you didn't really care, but Hang-Suk did care apparently as he pulled himself free from your grip and ran to Si-Cheng while loudly yelling something in Korean. He was going so fast that you could barely follow, but the leader of ZDGX seemed fine as he continued to type in the air while holding the Korean man down.

"Should I be worried?" You mumbled as you got closer to the pair, Xiao Rui right beside you.

"He probably is sending it to Hang-Suk's mother or something like that..." Xiao Rui replied and you looked at him before chuckling softly, crossing your arms.

"Let's hope not, if she visits again..." You paused, feeling a shiver running up your spine as you were reminded of the previous time she visited. Sweet woman, but a bit too honest for anyone's liking and she was not afraid to hurt feelings while doing so...

Deciding that it was enough, you stepped forward again and grabbed the younger's collar. Dragging him back, making him stumble back before he gave a cheeky grin to you.

"Sorry..." He mumbled and rolled your eyes, throwing your arm around his shoulders and locking him into a headlock before turning your head.

"See you next time, Xiao Rui!" You exclaimed with a bright smile before walking off while dragging the younger team member with you as the rest of the team also followed. Xiao Rui couldn't help but smile before frowning as he realized that he never actually told you his name.

"Looks like Xiao Rui has a crush~!" He heard the others tease him again and rolled his eyes before turning around.

"You guys didn't play well, so I'm upping your training to 9 hours a day instead of 7." He commented before walking off, ignoring all the groans and whines behind him.

He then saw you again when you and his group met for a friendly competition, knowing you would not be competing soon in the actual competition until the third or fourth round and thus you could help each other out.

So while the teams played, you went to a café not far from their dorm with Xiao Rui to get coffee for everyone while they practiced. They would be fine for 15 minutes alone, right?

You paid no mind to that thought as you chatted with Xiao Rui on your way to the café, not paying any attention to your surroundings and almost giving Xiao Rui a heart attack every time a car raced past you guys. Every time it happened, he quickly pulled you aside before basically forcing you to walk on the side of the houses instead.

"Thanks." You smiled at him and he almost felt like he got a heart attack, the over-the-top ones like you'd see in anime's. This time it got through him that he indeed had a crush on you, weirdly enough he was quickly okay with it. That, however, did not stop the blush from forming on his face.

"So, why game manager?" You asked and he quickly thought about it, but no answer formed in his head so he just gave a shrug. You just chuckled in response before entering the café and walking to the barista. You started ordering and Xiao Rui noticed that you were ordering his teams drinks as well while the barista looked a bit annoyed at the amount of orders. When you finished ranting all the team drinks and your own, you turned to Xiao Rui again.

"What do you want?" You asked and he quickly told you his usual drink, not having time to think of paying as you already scanned your card.

"You didn't have to pay for that, you know." He said as both of you sat down to wait for everything and you smiled.

"You're paying for dinner, no?" You joked and he chuckled, making you look up with a smile.

"So, how do you spend time when you're not taking notes and such?" You asked, grabbing a snack from your pocket and offering him one.

"I don't really have any free time, my job gets... busy." He sighed loudly and you frowned.

"Wait, wait, wait.... You don't have free time?" When he shook his head, your eyes widened and you leaned forward.

"Okay, I'm stealing you tomorrow. We're gonna have some fun, okay?" You said and he wanted to decline, but you only raised an eyebrow at him and he just nodded.

"Great, it's a date!" You said happily and he looked up again, a blush once again covering part of his face and you smiled before getting up when your name was called. He just followed, still a bit shocked as he grabbed about half of the drinks before you walked back to the dorms.

Once inside, you handed out all the drinks before turning to Si-Cheng.

"Si-Cheng, Xiao Rui is mine tomorrow!"

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[greatgigintheskiess]

With Me

Chapter 2: New Impressions

CW: (Implied) Child Abuse, Lab Whump, Starvation

Word Count: 2.6 k

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The day had started like any other usual October morning for Don. He woke up on the couch in his living room at the time of 8 am, feeling more exhausted than well rested, since his bed had been taken by the boy he 'found' last night. Don pulled the thin blanket off his body and sat up. The small TV, standing on a wooden cabinet by the window across the room, was turned off. Don was only staring on a black screen, recognizing his reflection in it. His head was aching slightly when he covered his face with both hands and rubbed his sleepy eyes. A slight pain ran through Don's neck as he was stretching, massaging pleasurably the sore spot with his fingers. He stood up with a groan about his throbbing neck and went into the bathroom.

Water splashed against his face, immediately cooling his skin, which made him feel a little bit more awake. He turned off the faucet, braced both hands on the edge of the sink and took a deep breath with his eyes closed as remaining water dripped from his face. Don looked up and saw himself in the small mirror above the sink. His dark hair was unkempt, the eyes looked tired despite sleep.

We really should get more sleep, don't we?

It was no wonder, when he was always coming home late from hunting. And spending the rest of this stressful night on his small uncomfortable couch sure didn't help with that nor his neck or back. Last night was certainly one of the most exciting things Don had experienced in his life by far. Yet, he also had responsibilities to assume now- something he had never to deal with before.

Before, it was him. And only him. He had no one to care for, to look after.

But now Don had this weird little child in his house he didn't know what to do with. He was there and, in the aftermath, all of yesterday's actions still flashed before Don's eyes like a fever dream. And honestly, he also wished it to be exactly that- a dream.

Apart from this, the man tried to carry out his morning routine as usual though, trying to clear his mind with something familiar in all of this mess. So Don had boiled up some water to drink his coffee and sat down at the small table in his kitchen like every morning. He turned up the radio in the kitchen and listened to the news. Nothing unusual, still the same old stuff. After breakfast he decided to take a pain reliever for his neck. Don took the pill and swallowed it with a bit of water. Just when he wanted to put back the pills, he saw many bandages and salves laying on the kitchen counter, everything in a mess.

He sighed, being reminded of his main task once again. Because no matter how hard he tried to blend it out, pushing it in front of himself, maybe he really should look after the kid now.

Of that Don slowly became aware when he entered the bedroom and caught sight of a little figure laying in his bed, shifting and glancing towards him with big frightened eyes. Disinfecting the boy's wound wasn't easy, it really wasn't. And Don was so worried about doing something wrong, about hurting him even more. Sure, he also could've left the child there in the forest, claiming that it wasn't his problem. But something deep down in his heart had told him otherwise. Was it him getting attached to something way too quick or did he just see it as responsibility to purify his conscience?

When Don was finished with disinfecting and saw how the boy, Six, burst out in tears right in front of him, he also believed to feel pity for him. The man sighed.

What did I bring upon myself? Don thought to himself when he left the room, leaving the kid all puzzled and confused.

But the worst thing of all was that none of this had been the child's fault. He was just thrown into this complicated situation without being asked. Don could only hope that he would bring the kid back on his feet again as fast as possible before any local authorities got wind of this. That night, he had thought a lot about how to deal with this situation. It's not that Don wanted to get rid of the boy as soon as possible but, honestly, he also had a bad hunch about all of this. He barely knew anything about the kid and judging by his looks and weird behavior, something about this child seemed so utterly wrong.

Not to be selfish but Don really didn't mind returning back to his usual life without any further consequences or responsibilities. Right now, he only has to master this one situation. So the man turned up the stove and started making something to eat as it was already lunch time. Also the kid was surely hungry after the long night.

Don carefully opened the door to his bedroom and stepped in with a bowl and spoon in his hands.

"Six, are you hungry? I made you soup." He told the boy, who almost jumped up in the bed at the sight of the man.

The kid didn't reply and eyed Don as he sat beside him on the edge of the bed, helding the bowl out to him. At least, the boy had stopped crying and only reddened tired eyes anxiously darted at the man, dark eye rings underneath.

"There, chicken broth." Don added. ,,That'll get you back on your feet."

Six insecurely looked down to the food being offered to him and then back again to Don as if it was supposed to be something poisonous the man had tried to give him. The pleasant scents were rising into the boy's nose, tempting him to accept the offer as he felt his stomach growling. Still, he hesitated and didn't dare moving an inch, noticing the man's pinning glance out of the corner of his eye.

"C'mon, you gotta eat somethin', kid." The man urged the boy.

He already expected this kind of reaction as the child still wasn't fully trusting him. But Don wanted, no insisted, on taking care of the boy's basic necessities. He was shocked how light the kid was when he had carried him to his car and his house last night. He weighed almost nothing, the child was only skin and bones. Plus, physically he was still in a very worrying state. Don remembered the many injuries and bruises on the boy's arms and legs, so that he continued to ask himself what had happened to him. Although, if he was being really honest, he wasn't sure if he wanted to find that out.

Six still looked a bit unsure but Don could clearly see him staring at the bowl with hungry eyes. Then, he finally gave in and took the bowl with trembling hands, feeling the warmth of the soup in his palms. The boy straightened a bit in the bed, placing the bowl on the blanket between his knees and chest.

Don watched the child patiently, handing him the spoon, too.

"Careful though, it's hot." He told the boy, who seemed to enjoy the warm feeling in his small hands as his features eased in an instant.

Don really didn't want the kid to be more uncomfortable than he already was in the man's presence. So maybe he could at least make the boy feel warm and fed.

The kid hesitantly took a spoon full of soup and drew it to his lips. The warm liquid poured down his throat, leaving the delightful flavors on his tongue. He had never tasted something so good before. He took another spoon, this time a bit more of it, but still cautiously. Another one followed and another, until the bowl was empty.

Don couldn't help but smile as the boy seemed to like the food a lot.

"Good?" He smirked, expecting an affirmation, praising his rather non-existing cooking skills.

At least there were some people who would eat his food, Don thought amused.

The boy nodded eagerly in response while eating the broth spoon for spoon. Warmth spread within his body as he finished eating. It felt good.

For a brief moment, the boy really felt delighted, could blend out all these negative things in his mind. But in the next, Six was thrown back into bitter reality. He wasn't supposed to feel good. It just wasn't his natural state. Whenever he briefly had felt good, pain would follow right after. So it was no wonder when he soon started developing feelings of shame and embarrassment. Because even if there had been happiness, it always left behind that bitter aftertaste of not knowing how long that feeling would last.

So the boy started feeling anxious again and winced when the man had addressed him.

"More?" Don asked, still with a slight smile on his lips.

Staring at him, Six only now did realize that he was asked a question. There was more of it? Usually, he only got one portion of food per day. And now he could eat more than that? It appeared odd to the boy but honestly, he really would like another bowl of this. Just when he wanted to open his mouth, there again was this feeling. That shouldn't be it. He was not allowed to ask for more food. Everyone gets their ration per day, no exceptions.

Back there, he never got the opportunity to eat as much as he wanted, so the boy's decision wasn't that hard to make. He had to use this opportunity, because who knows when the next time would be, where he could get any food? You're disgusting, he thought to himself. You're selfish. And being selfish means punishment.

Don noticed that the kid was pondering about something after the question but decided to wait for his response. He saw how the child's cheeks turned crimson, he flustered, was too embarrassed to look into the man's face.

"Y-yes...?" The boy replied shyly, tapping his fingers at the sides of the bowl he was still holding in his hands.

It sounded more like a question than an answer to Don. And when he noticed the boy was trying to avoid any eye contact, nervously fidgeting his fingers, he could also tell that the kid was very embarrassed right now, though he couldn't think of a single reason. What was wrong with asking for more food?

Still, he gave the boy a warm smile.

"A'ight."

Carefully, the man took the bowl out of the boy's hands and went into the kitchen. He came back with it, completely filled with broth again, handing it to Six. The kid again hesitated first, until he started eating more avidly, without even looking at Don, as if he hadn't eaten in weeks.

"Gods, kid. You're actin' like you eat it for the first time in your life. Doesn't your momma give you that when you're sick?" He remarked, a brow furrowing in confusion.

For a brief moment, the boy hesitated, his glance falling to Don.

Don believed he might've hit a soft spot when mentioning the boy's parents in his remark. Maybe the child had some bad experiences with his parents so that would be the reason for not mentioning them at all. Maybe they neglected him, were abusive even. But, to his surprise, the child didn't even flatter one eyelash. Six slightly shook his head in response before averting his eyes.

"Just paste..." The boy mumbled as he swallowed another spoon of soup.

Now Don was really confused. He gave the kid a puzzled look, not understanding what he meant with that. After all, Don had the urge to find out more about the boy's background but hesitated to ask him about it as he feared doing something wrong. He was rather insecure with kids, like really insecure about what to say and what not. Despite that, the man had tried to appear as friendly as possible but building up trust was surely a challenge for him to face. Especially if it was kinda his fault that the boy even ended up here with him.

"Paste?" Don frowned. "You mean like porridge or mush?"

The boy finished his meal and stared into the empty bowl. Don wondered if it had been enough to satisfy the child's hunger.

He also noticed that the boy's attitude from before now drastically changed to a more serious one. Before, he was full of emotions; fear, tension, shame, anxiety. But now he sat there still, barely breathing and it seemed like life had disappeared out of his eyes.

Just when Don wanted to add something, he heard the boy mutter something under his breath.

"Concentrate... It's grey, no taste. But regains strength."

The man thought he had misheard. He believed to know what the boy meant with that but didn't want it to be true. That couldn't be it. Don't tell me the kid never got something else to eat than that.

Concentrate, feed. The stuff they give to animals.

There was no feeling in the world that could express the one Don had right now. He already thought the conditions, where the boy used to live in, to be bad, but not this bad. That was just straight up awful.

No wonder why the child was so skinny and emaciated without any proper nutrition.

Don shook his head in disbelief. He really hoped that the boy was only lying to him and this was supposed to be some kind of unfunny joke but, judging by the serious expression on the child's face, it appeared to be the truth. Six still was sitting on the bed motionless, staring into the bowl, Don beside him, speechless. He had thought so long about how to respond to that shocking answer but didn't come up with any.

"And what 'bout your parents, boy?" Don asked instead carefully, waiting for the kid's reaction.

Six didn't raise his glance but continued to run his tiny fingers along the bowl's edge.

"I...never knew them…" He replied absently.

That was when Don believed to see something dawning on the child's face. It was sorrow. He looked down on the little boy, eyeing him for a while with concern.

"So you're an orphan, aren't you?"

No reply.

Although, one wasn't needed anyway. The answer was pretty obvious.

That explained a lot but at the same time nothing at all, Don thought. He had tried so hard to look through this mess but the more he found out, the more he felt insecure with the boy.

All in all, this whole case was certainly one: Confusing.

Eventually, Don decided to end this conversation here and leave the boy alone; these probably had been enough impressions for one day. And Don didn't want to overwhelm the child more.

So he stood up from the bed and pointed to the bowl in the boy's hands. "I'll clean that up first. Comin' later again."

Six finally raised his head, as if he was thrown out of his trance. He didn't reply but watched the man silently exit the room again.

His glance fell to the window, through which he could see a forest of pines in the distance while the landscape was completely immersed in dense autumn fog, the sun barely shining through. It was afternoon already.

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[lost-leopard-beanie]

— Until You're Home

#part 28 ! - will you marry me?

#summary ! - y/n didn't expect to meet her ex boyfriend in that cafe she used to go to, coming face to face with yeonjun's bright smile who had never changed. But y/n expected even less to be embarked on the false melody of a fake dating to promote the career of the young rocker she used to love.

#word count ! - 1k

#Note ! - early new year surprise!! Written part under the cut !! Please don't mind the timestamps pl 🙇🏻‍♀️ and HAPPY NEW YEAR WHO HOO!!! It isn't new year here yet but it will be in about 3-4 hours but wish yall a happy and less stressful year!!! <33

Arriving where Yeonjun had told you, you were confused. Where was the said man? He usually told you if he'd be late but he didn't mention anything of that sort this time. You flashed back to reality when the cold breeze hit you. It would be a whole new year tomorrow. You smiled to yourself at the memory of you last new year hoping you'd spend it with someone special. And here you were going to spend it with Yeonjun.

Waking in the restaurant, you were even more confused when the lady in the reception gave you a neatly rolled paper. Opening it, a smile decorated you face as you looked at the picture of you and Yeonjun from years ago. There was a sentence written on top of it. You recognised the handwriting. It was him. The sentence read – " Hi my love, I'm sorry but I'm not gonna come get you. This time you have to find me. I left clues all over this place! Come find me, I'm waiting!!"

Giggling to yourself you made your way inside. Immediately after you opened the door, you were met with another roll of paper on the ground. This time it read, " this one was easy wasn't it, you're one step ahead in finding me! Make your way and you shall see the papers!" You walked as he told you to and you indeed, as he mentioned saw another paper. This time tucked near the readymade salads.

It read " okay i know you're probably tired of this, there're only two more!! You halfway there!! Now walk to the stairs and you will see another one" asking where the mentioned stairs were you made it there.

There was a paper rolled around the handle. " Now one more and we're done!! Make your way up till there's no more left! And you shall see the finale!"

Excited in seeing your boyfriend, you ran up the stairs to, yes you guessed it, the last roll of paper. Opening this one with a little excitement, you read " yay!! We're done with it!! Now open the door and you will what this was all about!"

You immediately turned to you right where the door was. You were eager to find what this scavenger hunt was all about but also you felt a little nervous. You couldn't figure out why you were feeling it.

Twisting the door handle, you were met with a beautiful scenery of the city. And you could also see big led letters speeling out "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" you were speechless. You turned back when you felt a hand on your shoulder. As you turned around, you were now face to face with the man who put you through this.

He was down on one knee. He pulled out a velvet box from his pocket and started-

"You know, I know this is gonna sound chliché but ever since we first started dating, I knew you were the one. I didn't realise that back then and I lost you. For a good amount of years. It hurt but it felt good at times when i thought you were with someone else that deserves you and you deserved them. But after meeting you in that café, I couldn't help but wonder what could've happened if we didn't break up. And then I drunk crashed your apartment, which I honestly don't remember, I can only remember soobin cursing his ass of at me. But when I saw you again at the company the day they called us because of the rumours, all the feelings I tried to push away for all these years just came rushing in. You looked amazing. You were glowing. Then they told us to fake date. I was angry at you for accepting it but now I'm glad you did because if it wasn't for that, i wouldn't be here on one knee. Then we spoke. For the first time about the break up. Then i asked if we could try again and you said yes. That day, was the happiest day of my life. Now i know it's a little too early to ask this. But I don't wanna lose you again. I wanna wake up to you in my arms. Me coming home from work to you. I love you. And i just don't see my future with you but whenever I think about the word future, you're the one that pops up in my head. You are my future....... So, will you marry me?" He concluded.

You were speechless. All these years you've imagined how your proposal would go but this was just a million times better.

You nod a yes as you hug him and the tears come rushing. He pulls away just enough to slide the ring on and locks your lips into a breathtaking kiss.

Pulling away you rest your foreheads with eachother, staying in silence. It was love.

You loved him, he loved you and that's all that mattered.

After a couple of minutes in silence in eachother's arms, you looked at him. He looked magnificent. He was stunning. He looked like a greek god under the moonlight. He caught you staring. Usually you'd look the other way but tonight you stared.

After about 30 minutes of talking random stuff, you asked him, "does anyone know?" He nodded and said "everyone does. I made sure to ask you parents and friends for their permission before i asked you. And my members ? If it wasn't for them i wouldn't have done it tonight."

You felt like you must've save a country in your last life for this man to be this considerable. You felt blessed. Smiling at him, you said in a soft voice, "I love you, to the moon and back" He looked back at you mirroring the smile, stealing a quick perk and mumbling "I love you too, to the moon and back, and forever and ever" before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

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[septembersghost]

What do you think about Harry as a bf? I am sure he is a nice guy and strives to have good friendship post breakup. However, he seems very flaky unemotional type of boyfriend. Like, I thought Olivia was his really serious relationship. We don't know what happened but what bothers me is that he looks unaffected. It is very jarring for me. It is the reason I never took haylor seriously. He just doesn't seem emotionally invested. At that time, I thought he was not that serious about Taylor but now with Olivia too after 2 years???

i don't think we have enough information on this to make any kind of real judgment, in all honesty. the issues with taylor i feel are fairly clear in both of their music - to quote a friend, "they loved each other, they just didn't love each other right." they were never on the same page with when they wanted to fully commit, so it became that back and forth situationship, and they were VERY young, harry was still figuring things out, and taylor was struggling quite a bit and keeping it hidden or suppressed, and when she wanted him to stay, he didn't, and when he was ready to be serious, it was too late. (he skewers the idea of flaky, unemotional boyfriends on the very song entitled that, i think he's aware of making those mistakes. "to boyfriends everywhere, f**k you" certainly said it. and i think sometimes he can even be overly sensitive, which also shows up repeatedly in his lyricism.) as she said: miscommunications. you're not sure and i don't know. also, the outside pressure had to have been horrible for two young people who just wanted to work out how to be in love without the media's judgment, the cameras following their every move, and the endless harassment from certain sections of fans...it wasn't only about them, it was also the band, it was also the already weighty feeling of hugeness that came along with being taylor swift™ that she now depicts as the monster on the hill. they could never fully be only themselves, so instead they had all that shaky ground and uncertainty and running through the woods. there was never a chance for them to be solid enough to flourish, so it's always a what-if.

in regards to olivia, tbf i just think it ran its course? like prolonged getaway car. that sounds too mean, but the circumstances that brought them together weren't great, and they're at very different life stages (NOT because she's older, which i don't think is a big deal at all. but she does have her children to consider, and she seems to be passionate about her directing career, and that does require more stability and probably a lot more time in LA, and being on a world tour then makes figuring out how to even see one another difficult). they have different priorities. i also feel...that the over-the-top vitriol of the dwd press was extremely stressful and a fracture point. that was distressing to me as a relatively impartial observer, i cannot fathom what it would be like to have to try and exist as the focus of it. that had to have been too much. it would be too much for anyone unless you're absolutely rock solid and plan to be together for life.

what he wrote musically following the taylor breakup feels heartbroken to me. with olivia right now, if he seems unaffected, it's probably a mix of things. he's a performer, he turns "on" that upbeat attitude onstage (and it's an instant serotonin boost, part of what makes performing both wonderful and sometimes damaging/dangerous for people), he's not going to mope about his breakup in front of stadiums, but also, it may be that he realizes this was for the better. and sometimes, even if it's lousy and sad, if something ends for the better, you can feel a sense of lightness. sometimes very passionate things that are short (or crash and burn) can be more painful than something long-term that fades out gradually.

i had a message about this that i didn't answer bc i didn't feel right digging into it, but idk a lot about his other romantic history except camille, and from interviews/comments given around the fine line release, he was quite wounded by that one too. i think he was actually more serious/invested there than maybe she even was. sadness suffuses that album, and some self-reflection/criticism too.

it feels unfair (not you! just in general!) to judge or say he's not affected or not trying. it's different obviously because sexism plays a role in the nasty hatred and negative public treatment that taylor got for years for her breakups, but even so, i hesitate to do that to anyone else, regardless of gender. sometimes things don't work! and you try and they can't be fixed. it's just life, and people. love for people who aren't splashed all over magazines and having invasive questions posed by strangers and selling out stadiums is complicated! fame has to impact that many times over.

the thing for me, is, i don't believe that every comment (outside his romantic endeavors) made about him as a human being could be untrue, and all of them (and there are MANY) are consistent, and describe his thoughtfulness and basic nature in the same way, that kindness doesn't come across as fake. i think about the story of him cleaning up broken glass on the dance floor, it's an anecdote, but it's one of many that are all the same. it's also like...i see "weird" used in a derogatory way towards him a lot, and i don't love that! because being weird/quirky/esoteric doesn't make you not a good person! (not to mention the inane qbaiting debate and negation of his mspec identity which i cannot begin to get into rn. the internet is unnecessarily mean.) the fact that he does continue to be nice/respectful and try to maintain those friendships says a lot as well.

basically, i think it's complex, and humans are multifaceted, and relationships not working out is sometimes simply a part of life. harry just hasn't found whoever the right person is yet. and he's still young, he's only 28. he probably has some growing up left to do. there's plenty of time.

#anonymous #letterbox #haylor #harry styles

[lovefollowsknowledge]

1 year down, 3 to go

A lot of people ask me how school’s going, and to be honest, I struggle every time bc I don’t know what to say. Bc tbh it’s hard af, and I don’t think I’ve ever cried so much out of pure stress haha. The amount of reading is overwhelming and never-ending. I’ve done more presentations in my first year than my whole undergrad career combined. 10-page papers are just casually thrown at you 1-2 weeks before it’s due. - The standards are just incredibly high, and everyday I am reminded how I simply played the game and wasn’t actually the best student in college and high school haha.

But tbh that’s not even the worst part. That part was expected. I expected returning to the stressful life of a student and having to re-learn how to stay focused and prioritize. I knew it would be hard, but I felt like I could figure it out and get in a groove eventually. Which I’m more or less able to do by the end of the semester haha. But, no, the hardest part and the part I never expected was the internal work this program would cause me to do. 

Imposter syndrome - I’ve struggled with self-doubt in the past but never anything like this. Every. Single. Day. I think, “Wth am I doing here? Who do I think I am that I can be here? That I can be in this space and succeed? That I’m as good as these other people in my cohort? That I’m deserving? That I’m capable?” Everyday I feel small and incapable and stupid for even thinking I could possibly belong in higher academia and succeed not only in school but in this career. I look around and I see all these intelligent, experienced folks, most of which are younger than me, and I’m like “uhhh I come from ministry and working with K-8 kids, and I just wanna help them feel better and loved.” Hahah I just feel so small next to everyone in my cohort. I don’t answer questions the same way they do, I don’t make connections as fast as they do, I don’t think to ask the kind of questions they do. I feel very ill-equipped everyday. BUT what I’m clinging to is that God put me there. I applied to so many other schools, and this was the one that worked out. And ever since then He has been providing in so many different ways that make my decision to stay at SMC easier. I’ve thought many times of just giving up, especially in the beginning, but every time there’s just something inside that’s like “just give it a chance.” And so I stay, against all doubt and disbelief within, I somehow stick around. Bc He just keeps making a way. And my motto lately has been “just say yes to what’s right in front of you,” and well He keeps keeping SMC right in front of me, so here we are haha. Another thing I cling to is my professors. My professors, who are professionals academically and in the field, have been so encouraging and so supportive. So I figure, if God keeps making a way and if my professors aren’t telling me I’m a straight idiot for thinking I can be in this program, well I must be in the right place. And so while I still struggle with self-doubt and imposter syndrome, I’m trying to cling to these objective truths outside of me - the affirmation of both our Lord and my professors. And slowly, I’ve been letting myself just lean in and rest in that. Rather than constantly fighting it, I’m learning to receive it and just keep saying yes, till it’s clear I need to move on. But till then, here we go for another year! Haha

Privileges, oppressions, and biases - This is probably by far the hardest part of this program so far. Every class starts here - What is your worldview pertaining to a certain topic, how did you get that worldview, what values do you hold that come out of that, what biases do you have bc of that, what parts of that are rooted in experiences of oppression, what parts of that are rooted in your identities of privilege, how will that impact your work as a clinician working with various communities and populations? Every single class starts with a self-assessment, and it is the most humbling shit ever. Sometimes it’s caused me to face wounds I never thought I’d have to or even knew were really there. Other times it’s caused me to acknowledge my positions of privilege and recognize the blindspots it’s given me and even ways that I myself have perpetuated and upheld oppressive beliefs. I’ve had to trace back my values and really question where they came from, what are my biases, and how could this limit me in my work with clients. And it’s just been extremely challenging. It’s causing me to realllly dig, and it really just feels like tilling the soil of my heart (which goes to show be careful what you pray for bc that’s been my prayer for years now lol), where things are being brought to surface but also that things are getting torn up.

Call to love - What’s been especially intense and challenging is how a lot of the values and worldviews presented in class and held by most of my colleagues are very outside everything that I’ve been formed to believe pretty much my whole life. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been in a Catholic setting. From being raised in ministry, to studying theology at the most Catholic school on Earth, to being a youth minister myself, I have always been immersed in the Catholic faith and surrounded by faithful Catholics. And this is what I’m learning is my biggest bias. And it’s not that I’m doubting my faith or leaving it behind, but what I’m realizing is by being in a Catholic bubble all my life, I have no idea how to live outside of that bubble, how to be with people who aren’t faithful Catholics, how to be surrounded by beliefs that are not my own. And honestly, if this were me 10, maybe even 5 years ago, I would say, “What do you mean? There’s only one way to think, one way to live, I’m right, they’re wrong.” And I would hold fast to that and I might even leave the program, completely scandalized and frustrated by the things they’re teaching and the beliefs my colleagues hold; I would run back to an ultra-catholic university. But instead, I’m learning to just be in it. Not reject it, not debate it with my theology, not close my ears to it and pick and choose what I want to learn and be prepared for in the field. I’m just in it, taking it in, listening and learning. Because what I feel like this program is preparing me for is the ability to love. I am learning things that I KNOW my Steubie friends or even Steubie Mare would be so upset and straight up appalled by. But what I feel like the Lord is saying when I learn about all the different ways people experience life, ways that are so beyond even my awareness, is “These are My people too. This is My heart too. I have come for them too.” And that’s what I think of when I think of the future and working with someone with such opposing views and experiences from my own. That those differences don’t matter, what matters is that Christ’s heart is still thirsting for love right there. There are so many people in my cohort that say they used to be Catholic or used to be Christian but left bc of a certain belief or a certain prejudice they feel the Church holds. They say it’s complicated bc they still believe but they don’t want to belong to the Church. And you feel/hear the ache, the confusion, the hurt in their words. And what I’ve learned is that people don’t leave the Church bc they want to leave the Church or bc they randomly stopped believing in God. They left bc somewhere along the way someone failed to love them. Whether that’s one person or multiple or they felt rejected by the entire institution. And this has been one of my most challenging parts this year bc on the one hand I am feeling deeply how I have failed to love and how the Church has failed to love. But on the other hand, I feel extremely conflicted bc I have never had to live and love among those who think and believe differently from me. I’m learning how many of my years of formation actually taught me how to judge and be self-righteous and persecute and reject those who think even an ounce different from how the Church teaches. And I have cried many tears, aching, telling the Lord, “I can’t do this. I don’t know how to love. I don’t know how to live in this world.” I’m learning that it’s hard. It’s freaking hard being a Catholic today, a 31-year-old, single Catholic woman, and it’s honestly a battle I’ve never had to engage in until now. And yet, I am so so grateful for the opportunity to study at SMC bc all I keep thinking is, “They’re stretching my heart to love better. To see others more fully for who they are. To make my heart a greater capacity.” And yeah it gets complicated with theology, philosophy, morality, I’m not saying throw caution to the wind and leave all teaching behind. I’m just learning that sometimes (if not all the time) loving someone whole-heartedly, without judgment, without agenda, without condition is more important, more impactful, more meaningful than stuffing teaching down their throat and forcing them to accept it before they become a member of the Church. I just find it so ironic that my first time being in a secular setting, I am learning more about Christ’s unconditional, intimate love and the call to love with a love that knows no bounds in a way that is more real and more tangible than ever before. So while it is difficult engaging in lectures and discussions that challenge my beliefs and values, I’m grateful nonetheless for the ways it’s stretching my heart, mind, and worldview.

It’s been purifying to say the least, and it’s only been 1 year! We’ll see how these next 3 years go ;)

LDM

[teshaswriting]

February - 1st Week

🎬 It was definitely a great movie week! I watched He’s Just Not That Into You (2009), Julie & Julia (2009), and Midnight in Paris (2011). I also binge watching a Korean drama (probably my first k-drama in two years) called Crash Course in Romance (it’s fun, check them out while it’s on Netflix). 

📚 I started reading a classic english literature, Great Expectations by Charles Dickens (SOOOO EXCITED TO FINISH THIS BOOK AAAAA). Yes, I was obviously influenced by one of the movies I watched earlier (lol, I actually wanted to get Hemingway’s ones but they’re only available on online stores so... I got this one instead).

The rest of the week was... okay. I got another task before my departure from the company and thankfully it’s completed before Friday ended and I finished off the week with decluttering stuffs in my room! I LOVEEEE how my books, skincare and makeup are more coordinated now.

OH I also created a special gift for my sister (she’s turning 22!) on Carrd platform and I was glad she liked it, hihi (I stayed up all night making it, totally forgot her birthday lol). 

💊MY STRESS RASHES came out again (crying). I thought staying up late might be one of the triggers.

Self review:

Health ⭐⭐ (at least I exercise once a week haha. I had badminton with my brother, walked and ran around the neighborhood as well) Spirituality ⭐⭐ (I was an imam for the entire week’s Fajr prayer) Creativity ⭐⭐⭐ (I figured out how to make my oversized jeans look cute!) Productivity ⭐⭐⭐ (pretty great, but nothing really special) Self-love ⭐(it’s coming again...... yeah, wondering if I need to call my therapist soon)

#weekly journal #february 2023

[gwaindrifter]

I’ve been sitting on this story trying to figure out how/where to publish it, and I’m tired of it collecting dust and growing unhappy with it the longer I wait, So I’ve decided to just pull the trigger and dump it here. Go ahead and read it. You can even tell me what you think. I just want this done and over with.

So, without further ado, I present to you my short horror story,

The Gun

Dwight Greer was a relatively ordinary man. At forty-five years of age, he had lived in the same house for the past fifteen years. He worked an ordinary desk job. He was soft-spoken and enjoyed a quiet life.

Dwight Greer was also what some might consider a relatively pathetic man. Recently divorced due to his wife’s infidelity. Passed up for promotion multiple times in the past few years. Alone in the house in which he had spent the last fifteen years.

On this particular evening, like every other, Dwight sat alone in his home, whiling away the hours watching the evening news. As the hours drew on though, he knew he would have to prepare dinner, alone, for only himself. He stood and began to make his way to the kitchen. But, unlike every other night, the loose board in the living room floor did not creak. Instead it cracked and gave way, sending poor Dwight tumbling to the floor, as if another part of life’s cruel joke for him.

Dwight picked himself up off the floor and went to inspect the damage. The board had caved into a hollow spot in the floor. As he removed the board to get a better look, Dwight saw something glinting in the dark void in the floor. He reached in and felt cold metal.

What Dwight pulled out shook him to his core. A revolver. Dwight had always been fearful of guns, and yet here he was, holding one in his own home. He cautiously looked it over.

It was small, with a short barrel. The metal was heavily tarnished. The wooden grip was well-worn and as Dwight held it, those wear patterns lined up perfectly with his fingers, as if he’d been using it for years. On the barrel he could faintly make out the word “DETECTIVE” though any other markings had seemingly corroded away.

As he continued to cautiously fumble with the gun, the cylinder swung open, and out fell a single bullet hitting the hardwood with a metallic thunk. Dwight picked up the bullet and inspected it. Compared to the gun, which looked like it had been through a lot over the years, the bullet was crisp and clean, as if it had just been taken out of the box. Not a single sign of age marked it, and he found it hard to believe that it had been sitting under the floorboards for fifteen years. Maybe my wife hid it there, he thought. Or her filthy fucking boyfriend.

    Dwight shuddered at the thought. Even through the divorce proceedings, he never let himself think such things. It must be the stress of work, he thought, yeah, that’s it. He stood up, brushed himself off, and made his way into the kitchen. He set the gun on the counter and went to the fridge to pull his TV dinner out of the freezer. Then the neighbor’s dog began to bark.

    Dwight hated that dog, and had for all five years that it had lived there. It barked incessantly, even late into the night. It crapped in his yard, which its owners never cleaned up. It terrorized him every time he went out. It drove him mad. You could just shoot it. You could just grab the gun, go out there, and blow the brains clean out of that fucking mongrel’s skull. That would solve your problems. It would be so easy. All you’d have to do is move your little finger.

    Again Dwight shuddered. He couldn’t believe the thoughts running through his head. He’d always thought of himself as a relatively peaceful man. Regardless, he went back to work preparing his TV dinner. I must just be under a lot of stress, he thought, it’s causing me to think irrationally.

    As he finished preparing his meal, Dwight sat down at his kitchen table and began to eat. Alone. As he had for several months now. And maybe as he had for all these years and just never known it. Had his wife ever really been there for him? Had she ever even loved him? And just how long had her affairs been going on? His mind began to race at the thought.

    You could shoot the bitch. Right in her cheating heart. See if she ever had one in the first place. Just take the gun, go to her fucking boyfriend’s apartment, and blow a hole straight through her chest. Or you could shoot him. Just go up and shoot him in the fucking dick. See how much she loves him when he’s got nothing to give her. It would be so easy. It would solve so much.

    Dwight retched. The thoughts running through his head sickened him. What made me think like this, he thought, so full of hate and violence? He looked over at the gun on the counter. He hadn’t been thinking like this before it had come into his life. What about it made him so prone to anger? Why did finding this gun stir up such violence in him?

    He picked up the gun and threw it into a drawer, slamming it shut. Maybe if it was out of sight it wouldn’t influence his thoughts. Maybe he could return to a peaceful state of mind. Dwight finished his dinner in peace and got up to sit in his recliner once more.

    Soon though, his peace would be disturbed. Dwight’s phone buzzed. He picked it up and checked the lock screen. A message from his boss. He opened it. “Hey, I’m going to need you to come in early tomorrow. This isn’t optional.” it read. Dwight fumed. His boss had been doing this to him for weeks. He’d make him come in early and stay late. And yet when the promotion came up, it went to the new kid. Dwight had heard that it was because his dad was a big investor in the company.

    You could shoot your boss. Right in his miserable fucking face. Show him who’s boss. Or shoot the new kid. Can’t take the position if you’re dead. Or hell, bullets are cheap, shoot them both. Fuck, you could shoot them all, every last person in your office. Blow them all away. Clean house. You would be so much happier if you did. And it would be so easy.

    Dwight dropped his phone, got up, and rushed to the kitchen. There on the counter sat the gun. “Why are you doing this to me?” He yelled at it, as if it would answer. “Why are you filling my head with horrible images?”

    Dwight felt the gun smirk in the back of his mind, sending a wave of revulsion through his whole being. We’re just trying to help you. We sensed you were miserable and in need of help, so we came to you. We wish to give you the means to fix your problems. Eliminate the obstacles in your way. Help you get what you truly want, what you deserve. All you’d have to do is squeeze our trigger, and you could change your world. And all for the better. It’s that easy. Don’t you want that?

    Dwight dropped the gun to the ground and placed his hands over his face. I must be going crazy, he thought, there is no way a gun is talking to me. I’ve gone crazy, and now every negative thought I’ve pushed down is bubbling to the surface. Every violent impulse I’ve denied is coming out all at once. I need help.

    Don’t be so melodramatic. You’re in your right mind, and also perfectly within your right. We’re just here to help. We just want for you to be able to fix your life. Take your shot. It’ll be so easy. Besides, we’re here with you until you do. We’ll just find a way back. You can’t be rid of us. Not until you take your shot.

    Dwight sighed. He knew deep down that it was true. This gun would somehow find its way back until he used it. So Dwight sat down on the floor, picked up the gun, and placing the barrel under his chin, moved his finger to the trigger. 

    It was two AM when police arrived at Six One Two Sycamore Drive for reports of a gunshot. The house was locked and there was no response inside. When they finally managed to force entry, what they found would only puzzle them. There on the kitchen floor was the body of Dwight Greer, dead of a supposedly self inflicted gunshot wound to the head. The problem however was that no gun could be found in the house. Nor could a gun have been removed from the house, as the doors and windows had all been locked from the inside. No one could figure out how Dwight Greer shot himself, and yet he did.

#short story #writing #horror #tw violent thoughts #tw suicide #tw gun violence

[mydissociativediaries]

7/15/2022: High of 75

Been thinking a lot lately about how trapped I felt as a child. When I was a kid, I didn't know what anxiety was. I thought I was "sick" or there was some other thing wrong with me. Anxiety did make me physically ill, so I guess I wasn't totally off, but it was the cause.

Anyway, there's no "getting better" for me. Whenever I start to feel a little better, like I did for the last couple of days, I inevitably spiral downward. "Getting better" feels like a mask that falls off eventually. I might have some temporary relief, but anxiety and DP/DR always drag me back down in the end.

I guess the obvious solution is to tackle the problem at its source. Which I've been trying to do, but it's all so overwhelming. I knew my childhood wasn't "normal," but I'm finally realizing how insanely abnormal and unhealthy everything was. Normal kids do NOT feel terrifying anxiety when their parents make them leave the house.

I don't think it was agoraphobia because I could go to school and other places without much of a problem. For whatever reason, it mostly came up when we were "going places." I used to ask my parents (not in these exact words) "How many more places are we going to?" I couldn't wait to go home. It was so stressful.

Goddamn, I hated being trapped in that truck or car and getting dragged to "place" after place after place. A lot of abuse happened in that vehicle, too. That wasn't the entire cause of my anxiety--honestly, I'm not sure what caused it originally--but it sure as shit made it worse.

Therapists have asked me where these anxieties came from, and while some issues--like feeling trapped--have clear beginnings, I have no idea where some of this shit started. I've also had a fear of throwing up that I can remember as early as first grade. Don't know where that came from either, although I guess it's possible that I had a bad experience with puking (not that any of them are good, lol) that I don't remember.

So many times, when we were "going places" and my parents were figuring out where to eat, I thought "Please God, don't let me throw up" over and over. Then I wouldn't want to eat, and my parents would give me shit about it because they paid for that food, blah blah...how hard would've it been to just ask me what was going on?

My childhood was such a mixed bag. Some of the worst experiences of my life happened in childhood, but it was also the only time that I ever felt happy. I haven't felt happy since I was 13. In fact, this probably isn't literally the last time I was happy, but I can recall the last time I remember feeling happy.

I was 13 (probably, or around that age) and listening to Relient K's song "High of 75" on my Walkman and enjoying these lyrics in particular:

And now I'm sunny with a high of 75 Since you took my heavy heart And made it light And it's funny how you find You enjoy your life When you're happy to be alive

I was thinking about how I did enjoy my life and, at the time, felt happy to be alive. I guess kids bounce back from shit pretty easily. I could be miserable one day and relatively happy the next. That doesn't happen in adulthood--or at least, it doesn't happen for me.

Thanks for reading,

☀️

#childhood trauma #childhood abuse #childhood anxiety #traumatized child #anxiety #entry

[wandaromanova]

Date Night

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, sexual suggestion, that’s all!

A/N: hello! here is some fluff for y’all! hope you enjoy! happy reading <3

anon requested: Hi honey! I saw that your requests are open :)) I was wondering if I may please request a fluffly Natasha Romanoff x fem reader one shot, where she surprises the reader with a lunch date (reader has had a super stressful week!) and then convinces her to take the rest of the day off. Later on maybe Natasha starts dropping hints at their future together and later on in the week she proposes (maybe somewhere that has meaning to them) after a very romantic dinner. Thank you!! :))

Summary: Natasha convinces her girlfriend to take some time off of work. They end up having a date night unlike any of their previous ones.

Word Count: 3K

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Natasha stared up at the tall building with two bags of food in hand. She was about to surprise you with some lunch, considering you haven’t been able to take a single break the entire week.

Seriously, even when you were at home, you’d be working on paperwork or taking call after call from your company partners. You’d then go back to work the next morning and completely neglect your own needs, the only thing you’d focus on was anything work-related.

You were the CEO of a major telecommunications company and things have been super hectic around your office. You barely had time to breathe with everything that had been going on, so, Natasha thought that it would be a good idea to give you a nice surprise.

She made her way into the building and got into one of the fancy elevators, quickly tapping the button to the top floor and stood in silence, lively elevator music filling the small space.

When the doors opened, she walked out and was greeted by your secretary; Megan.

“Hi, Ms. Romanoff. Ms. L/N is just in her office working on some paperwork. She has a meeting in 20 minutes, though.”

Megan sent Natasha a friendly smile. The redhead simply nodded and mumbled out a small ‘thank you’ before opening the door to your office.

She was met with the sight of you hunched over your desk. The light poured into the tall windows in the room, providing sufficient lighting.

You glanced up from your papers at the sound of the door closing softly. Natasha smiled at you and held up the bags of food. Your lips turned upward at the sight of your girlfriend of five years.

“Honey, what are you doing here?” You asked as you got up from your desk, quickly making your way over to greet the Russian. You pulled her in by the waist and into a tight hug.

“I thought you could use some lunch. You haven’t been taking care of yourself and I’m here to change that.” Natasha mumbled into your neck as her arms rested on your shoulder, gripping onto the food she still had in her hands.

“Baby, you didn’t need to come all the way here. I’m fine, just been super busy lately is all.” You pulled back slightly and stared into green eyes.

“Yes, I needed to. I can’t just standby while you’re practically drowning in stress.”

Natasha got out of your embrace and made her way over to your desk, placing the food down and turning around, leaning onto the table with two hands gripping the furniture behind her.

“I’ll manage, it’s kind of my job.” You let out a small giggle, rounding the desk and sitting on your chair. Natasha turned in her spot as you patted your lap.

“Come on, let’s eat the food you brought. I have a meeting soon so we gotta be quick.”

Natasha walked toward you and sat in your lap, your arms circling around her waist. She opened the food and laid out the plates of Thai food.

Natasha fed you and herself. You both sat in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company.

Occasionally, Nat would mimic an airplane or train noise as she moved the spoon closer to you, laughing as she abruptly shoved the utensil into your mouth.

After fifteen minutes had passed, you looked at your watch and sighed. You had another meeting that would probably be ridiculously long for no reason.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I have to get going. I have a meeting in five.”

You moved to get up, but Natasha refused to move off of your lap. You raised an eyebrow at her, the redhead giving you a stern look.

“Take the day off.” You shook your head in protest. You couldn’t take a day off, not now at least.

“Honey, you know I would if I could, bu-“ Natasha immediately cut you off, pressing her lips against yours before pulling back quickly.

“You can though. You’ve been working more than necessary! Please, it’s not even a full day off, it’s half a day.”

Natasha gave you the best puppy dog eyes and pout that she could, knowing how it affected you. Of course, she ended up winning.

“Fine, fine.” You muttered out, leaning forward and pressing a button on your desk-side phone, paging Megan, who sat just outside your office.

“Yes, Ms. L/N?” Your assistant’s spritely voice rang through the phone.

“Megan, could you please clear the rest of my day? I’m taking the day off.” You heard some shuffling on the other end of the phone before the woman replied.

“Okay, your schedule has been cleared and your meetings have been rescheduled to tomorrow.”

Natasha, who could faintly hear the other end of the conversation, smiled triumphantly and placed a soft kiss on the side of your neck.

“Thank you.” And with that, you hung up and returned your attention to the beaming redhead in your lap.

“You never play fair.” You mumbled against her cheek as you placed a gentle kiss against her skin.

“All is fair in love and war, moya lyubov (my love).” You rolled your eyes at the Russian while holding back a smile.

She got out of your hold and stood up, grabbing both of your hands and forcefully pulling you to your feet.

“Let’s go! I know a few things we could do today.” Natasha spoke seductively and sent you a little wink before grabbing the trash on your desk and throwing it away in the small trash can you had under the table.

You watched with a wide smile as she waltzed toward the door, making sure to sway her hips a little more, exaggerating the movement. There was an extra spring in her step that caused her red locks to bounce with each movement.

She turned her head around when her hand was on the doorknob, smirking at you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Are you coming or not?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I have a feeling I will be soon.”

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4 hours later

You laid in bed with Natasha by your side, her head resting on your shoulder with an arm around your torso.

After hours of love-making, you guys had finally gotten to relax. You both just stayed there in each other’s arms, appreciating the moment.

“Honey?” Natasha spoke, breaking the silence.

You tilted your head to look down at her, the redhead already staring up at you as you hummed.

“Have you ever thought about what you want your future to look like?”

This wasn’t the first time you guys have discussed the future. You’d both mention small tidbits of your aspirations and goals, but never went too far into the details of it all.

“Well, first starters, you’re definitely there.” Natasha smiled up at you with bright eyes. It absolutely warmed your heart to see her so full of joy.

“Really?” You nodded your head and kissed her forehead, the redhead briefly shutting her eyes as your soft lips met her skin.

“Really.” You pulled back, brushing your nose against hers. The redhead placed a hand on your cheek, as connected your foreheads.

“Well, I see you in mine too. Maybe we would end up leaving this penthouse and buy an actual home together.”

You nodded with a wide smile. The thought of buying a property with the woman you adored had you giddy.

“Yeah, definitely. Then maybe we could have little rascals of our own running around. We could find a surrogate or maybe even adopt if you’d want to.”

Natasha felt like she was going to melt into a puddle of love. The thought of having children to raise with you filled her with more joy than ever.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I’d love that.”

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The moment was cut off when a loud yawn tore through your body, promoting a little giggle from your girlfriend.

She cuddled closer to you, her arm tightening around your body with a smile on her face.

“Let’s get some rest.” Natasha’s words were slightly slurred, the exhaustion of your previous activities hitting her.

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“Yeah, so we can have energy for a round two.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Yeah right, more like round ten.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Go big or go home!”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Go to sleep, idiot.”

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5 days later

It was a Saturday night and Natasha had practically forced you to not go into work.

Usually, you would go into the office on Saturdays, despite having the day off, to get some extra work out of the way, but your girlfriend was extremely persistent.

So now, here you two were, getting ready to go out for a date night. You had to admit that this was a good idea.

You couldn’t remember the last time you and Nat had gone out on a date; it was a rarity with how busy you both would be majority of the time.

You walked out of the bathroom after brushing out your hair, your heart racing at the sight of your girlfriend clad in a simple black body-con dress that hugged her curves in all the right places paired with a cute, black blazer.

She straightened her hair and did her makeup just the way you liked it.

You stalked over to the woman who stood in front of the full-body length mirror, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind and placing a soft kiss onto her cheek.

“You look gorgeous, baby. I’m so lucky.” Your eyes raked over her figure through the reflection of the mirror before meeting her green ones.

“Thank you, but I’m the lucky one. I swear, if we didn’t have reservations, I’d rip your clothes off and take you right here.”

Natasha’s voice came out husky when you kissed the side of her neck. You sucked on her skin lightly and went to leave a mark, but the Russian turned around in your embrace.

“No marks, not until after dinner at least.” You let out a small whine, pulling her front against yours tightly.

“Oh come on! It’s not like we haven’t ditched our reservations for dinner before. I miss you.”

You tried to go for her neck again, but she flicked your forehead. You stared at her with a look that screamed ‘what the fuck was that for?’

“Don’t give me that look. I’ve been looking forward to having a date night for months. We aren’t missing this. Let’s go.”

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Two hours later

Natasha had taken you to one of the best restaurants in New York. You weren’t one for fancy places, you were more of a ‘let’s order takeout and watch tv’ kind of gal, but Natasha absolutely loved luxurious dining experiences.

When you both arrived, the waited immediately escorted you both to the most private table in the house.

The table was set with candles and rose petals were spread across the tablecloth. You were blown away, seeing as the table overlooked the city.

Natasha pulled your seat back for you, placing a soft kiss on her cheek as you sat down. You watched as she rounded the table and sat in the chair across from you.

Her skin was golden as the candlelight brightened up her face, accentuating her green eyes beautifully. She had a cheeky smile on her face and wiggled her eyebrows at you before looking at the menu.

Of course, the redhead ordered the best wine the restaurant had to offer, immediately asking for a bottle of the alcohol.

You two talked about anything and everything over the course of the dinner. You had to admit, this was probably one of the best dates you guys had ever been on, besides your first one, at least.

As you both finished off your meals and were given the check, you noticed that Natasha couldn’t seem to sit still.

She was tapping her fingers against the table anxiously as she gnawed on her bottom lip. You placed your hand on top of hers, stopping the insistent movement.

“Is everything okay, baby?” You asked in concern. It was really unlike Natasha to be nervous, especially during date night.

She was usually relaxed and content whenever you both had time to spend out together.

The redhead sent you a reassuring smile and flipped her hand over, intertwining your fingers before bringing your conjoined hands up to her lips, kissing the back of your hand.

“Never better, hon. Come on, there’s somewhere I want to take you.”

Natasha placed her credit card into the bill holder and waved down a waiter and shortly after, you both walked out into the cool New York air, hand-in-hand.

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Your eyes lit up when you noticed where your next destination was; Central Park.

You had always loved the park. There was something so beautiful about the scenery and the usual liveliness of the area that brought you so much peace and comfort.

Natasha led you towards a pond that was located in the heart of the park and you immediately recognized which one it was.

The redhead stopped in her tracks on top of the tiny bridge that hovered over the pond.

“Do you remember this spot?” She asked you as she turned around to face you, hand still linked with yours.

“How could I forget? You took me here on our very first date to feed the ducks, which completely backfired.” You let out a laugh at the memory, Natasha’s cheeks turning red.

“I wouldn’t say it backfired…” The redhead mumbled shyly which only made you laugh harder.

“Honey, you ended up getting attacked by pigeons because you were holding the bread. You walked me home covered in bird shit and your clothes were absolutely torn apart.”

You were practically crying from your laughter and you felt Natasha’s hand heating up in yours.

“It wasn’t funny! I really liked that outfit.” Natasha pouted as your laughter died down.

You placed a kiss onto her pouty lips, her frown quickly replaced with a bright smile.

“Anyway, I took you here because this is where our first date was which obviously resulted in us dating.”

You nodded your head at her words, deciding to remain silent when you noticed she had more to add.

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“And, well… this is where I want our last date, as girlfriends, to be.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You felt your heart sink at her words. Was she breaking up with you right now? It didn’t make any sense! She didn’t ever show any indication that she was unhappy or wanted to leave you.

However, before you could completely break down, Natasha let out a shaky breath, and it was then that you noticed how shaky her hands were.

“Y/N, All my life, I never thought that I’d find love. After all of the things that the Red Room had taught me and forced me to do, I never believed that love was in the cards for me, but then I met you, and everything changed.”

You stared at Natasha curiously. This definitely didn’t sound like a breakup. So what was she going on about?

“I never ever thought that one day, I’d find someone that I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. I never thought that I’d ever want to buy a house and build a family with another person, but god, I’m so fucking happy that I was wrong.”

Your eyes watered when the gravity of the situation finally sunk in. Your thoughts were confirmed as Natasha let go of your hand and slowly bent down on one knee in front of you, reaching her hand into her blazer pocket, revealing the small velvet red box that had been tucked away in the material.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Baby, these last five years have been the best years I’ve ever had, and it was all because of you.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Your hands flew up to your mouth as a gasp escaped your lips. There were tears in your eyes as she revealed a gorgeous engagement ring to you.

“Y/N, I want you, every day, for the rest of my life. Will you make me the happiest woman in the world and marry me?”

Natasha’s voice was unstable as she tried to hold back her emotions, but that went out the window when you frantically nodded your head in agreement.

“Yes!” You whispered out in shock. Natasha looked up at you with a wide smile.

“Yeah?” The redhead asked for confirmation and you let out a small chuckle.

“Yes, of course, I’ll marry you! Is that even a question?” Natasha grabbed your left hand shakily and slid the ring onto your finger.

You were both crying at this point. You didn’t care that you were both stood in the freezing cold, in the middle of Central Park.

All that mattered was that this was going to be the beginning of the rest of your life with the woman you loved.

Suddenly, Natasha stood up and picked you up by the waist, twirling you both around.

Honestly, you were surprised she didn’t stumble, considering the fact that she was wearing such high heels. Luckily for you though, she didn’t fall.

You were both laughing like maniacs when she finally stopped spinning. You were like two teenagers in love without a care in the world.

You leaned down, still in her arms, and kissed her passionately.

You could feel all the love and adoration she had for you through the kiss and you prayed to God that she could feel just how much you felt for her too.

When Natasha disconnected the kiss, she placed you gently onto the floor, your arms immediately going around her neck, hers securing themselves around your waist.

“We’re getting married?” She asked in disbelief. Natasha genuinely couldn’t believe that you said yes, even if you never gave her any indication that you would say no.

“We’re getting married.” You reassured her, kissing the tip of her nose, practically melting as her nose scrunched up adorably.

This definitely wasn’t what you expected the night to be like, but you wouldn’t change any detail about it for the world.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You were going to be Y/N L/N-Romanoff.

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And that was a name you were going to carry around proudly.

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