#i hope tomorroe me will have hope again.

[sleepyjuice]

toxic!rafe will blow your phone up the second you post something on instagram that he’s ‘iffy’ about.

you posted a photo dump which consisted of some random photos of the beach, some of your friends, one of you and rafe of course, but the one that had rafe seeing red was the last slide, which was you in a bikini. he texted you several times at first, and while you were literally typing your response, he called you. your fingers were typing so fast to respond to him that you accidentally declined the call, and he did not like that. you immediately went to call him back, but another text from rafe rolled in, saying ‘fuck you don’t talk to me we’re done’ you sighed loudly, knowing damn well he was talking out of his ass right now, so you sat back and waited for the inevitable next string of texts to roll in. which they did, only seconds later.

rafe <3: do you get off on making me mad or something

rafe <3: like i’m racking my brain trying to understand why you do the things you do and that’s all i can come up with

rafe <3: and i see at least 4 guys have already liked your post like that’s crazy to me?? thought i told you to block all the guys that followed you?? of course you didn’t

rafe <3: also who even took that pic of you??? bc i know damn well it wasn’t me so who the fuck you posing for with your fucking ass and tits out? WHAT THE FUCK

rafe <3: DO NOT PUT YOUR SHIT ON DO NOT DISTURB answer me rn.

rafe <3: nah it’s cool actually i’m gonna go hit up my other gfs so you have a good night.

you rolled your eyes at that last text, deciding to fully turn your phone off. you knew he would likely try to text or call you again very soon but you didn’t want to deal with it right now. this wasn’t your first rodeo, you knew nothing you could say to him right now would calm him down, so letting him freak out on his own was the best method to his madness.

three hours had passed since you turned your phone off. you had caught up on some reading and turned on your current favorite show, but found yourself interrupted by a knock at your front door. you expected it to be rafe, but instead it was a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift bag. you glanced around to see if rafe was lurking around, but saw nothing. when he freaked out over text and was able to reread his actions, he usually waited a bit longer to show his face as opposed to a verbal argument.

you brought the flowers inside and set them on the counter before grabbing the card attached to the side of the bouquet.

sorry we argued. you are so beautiful and i love you so much. got you a little gift and sent you some money for food and i set your appointment with your nail girl for tomorrow at 10. love you forever baby -rafe

you couldn’t help but smile just a little. the flowers were beautiful and the note was pretty sweet, so you chose to ignore the part where he said ‘we argued.’ you didn’t get a word in, but you let it slide. especially after you opened the gift bag to see the new dior bag you had been wanting.

you hurried to turn on your phone, immediately seeing a $500 apple payment from rafe as well as a new text from a few minutes ago.

rafe <3: hope you like the flowers and bag baby. love you! :)

you: i love them. thanks rafe, love you too

rafe <3: good to hear. lmk what you end up getting for dinner and i’ll pick you up tomorrow to take you to your nail apt. can’t wait to see you baby

you would order yourself dinner that was obviously way less than $500, but you would send rafe a picture and thank him again. you’d facetime him before bed and conversation flowed like nothing had even happened just hours before. he’d ask you what color nails you were getting, tell you funny stories about the old men at the country club and excitedly plan what you two were going to do the next day. the cycle seemed like it would never end, but you often forgot about the bad when he was talking so sweetly to you and all you could think about was how excited you were to see him tomorrow.

[pucksandpower]

Prince of Monaco

Charles Leclerc x Princess of Monaco

Summary: what better way for the honorary Prince of Monaco to celebrate finally winning his home race than with the Princess of Monaco?

Warnings: 18+ content

The roar of the crowd is deafening as Charles brings his Ferrari across the finish line, finally winning his home race after years of heartbreak. His mechanics swarm the barriers, nearly delirious with excitement, but Charles just leans back in his seat, letting the accomplishment sink in.

He’s done it. He’s conquered the streets that have taunted him for so long.

As he’s ushered up to the iconic podium, Charles looks out at the sea of fans cheering his name and spots you, radiant in a summery yellow dress, beaming up at him.

For a moment, time seems to stop as your eyes meet. You give him a little wave and he nearly stumbles on his way to the top step, feeling lightheaded.

When you step forward with the winner’s trophy, Charles’ heart starts pounding. Your fingers brush against his ever so slightly as you hand it over and he swears he can feel an electric current pass between you. The sleek lines of the trophy blur before his eyes as he struggles to catch his breath.

“Félicitations, Charles,” you say warmly, resting a hand on his arm.

Charles blinks rapidly as his cheeks start to burn. Up close, you look like an honest-to-god angel descended to earth. How does one even speak to heavenly beings?

“Th-thanks,” he stammers out, mentally kicking himself for sounding like such an idiot. He needs to get it together. “I mean, merci, Your Serene Highness.”

You laugh, the warm sound instantly putting him at ease. “Please, just call me Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeats dumbly. It’s easily the most beautiful combination of letters he’s ever heard.

“You should celebrate your big win tonight,” you say, a playful glint in your eyes. “But maybe don’t get too carried away with the champagne.”

Charles frowns in confusion. Is that a royal decree to take it easy on the partying?

“I was hoping you could pick me up tomorrow evening,” you continue blithely. “For our date.”

Our … date? Charles’ eyes go wide as his jaw drops open. Is the most beautiful woman in the world really asking him out right now? In front of millions of people?

“Uh, I … we … huh?” He sputters inelegantly.

You just smile that radiant smile and lean in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “We do now,” you murmur against his skin, sending tingles down his spine. “I’ll see you at eight?”

Before Charles can formulate any kind of response, you give him one last brilliant grin and turn to congratulate Oscar Piastri on second place. He blinks down at the trophy in his hands, wondering if he’s dreaming all of this.

The rest of the podium celebration passes by in a blur. He holds up his trophy and waves to the crowd like he’s supposed to, but his mind is elsewhere, utterly consumed by the feeling of your lips on his skin and the knowledge that he has an actual date with the woman of his dreams.

As soon as the ceremonies conclude, his team is all over him, shouting congratulations and patting his back enthusiastically. Normally he’d be caught up in the revelry, basking in his victory, but now all Charles wants is to get out of there. He needs to chug about a gallon of water and take a very cold shower.

“Party tonight, eh mate?” Carlos calls out with a playful elbow to the ribs. “Got any special plans to celebrate?”

Charles feels the blush creeping back up his cheeks as he thinks about you — your warm laughter, your gentle touch, the promises of a date in your sparkling eyes. His lips tug up in a helpless smile.

“You could say that,” he murmurs, already counting down the hours until he gets to see you again.

The post-race celebrations kick into high gear, with champagne flowing freely and music thumping from every corner. Charles goes through the motions, reveling in his hard-won triumph but unable to fully let loose and enjoy himself. Not when a much bigger prize is waiting for him tomorrow night.

The hours drag by interminably as he waits for an acceptable time to make his excuses and leave the party behind. His friends rib him relentlessly for his uncharacteristic restraint.

“What’s got you so distracted, Calamar?” Pierre teases. “This isn’t like you at all!”

“Yeah, our boy’s got his eyes on something else tonight! Or would it be more accurate to say someone else?” Joris chimes in with an exaggerated wink.

Charles flushes but doesn’t deny it, fighting back a smile. If only they knew ...

It’s nearly 2 am by the time he extricates himself from the club, pleading an early morning commitment. No one believes his excuse for a second, but they let him go with plenty of cheers and well-meaning shoves.

As soon as Charles makes it back to his apartment, he starts feverishly getting ready for tomorrow, picking out the perfect outfit and incessantly checking the time. After tossing and turning fruitlessly for a couple of hours, he finally gives up on sleep, instead spending his morning going for a long run to burn off excess energy.

The day drags on at an excruciatingly slow pace. Every minute feels like an hour as he wills the clocks to move faster. He triple checks the address, runs through conversation starters in his head, and showers for the third time. This date has to go perfectly.

At 7:55 pm, Charles pulls up outside the royal palace, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he tries to control his nerves. He takes one last steadying breath before getting out of the car and smoothing down his shirt.

Like an angel from on high, you suddenly appear in the palace doorway, looking impossibly radiant in a gauzy pink sundress that matches your warm smile perfectly.

“Y/N,” Charles breathes out reverently, drinking in your beauty. Up close, his heart is pounding so loudly he’s sure you must be able to hear it. “You look … wow.”

Your smile grows even brighter as you move towards him. “Well, you clean up pretty nicely yourself.”

There’s a brief, charged silence as you stand face to face, just drinking each other in. Then, seeming to make up your mind about something, you grab his hand and tug him close.

“Come on,” you murmur, eyes sparkling mischievously. “I’ve got the perfect date night planned for us.”

With your hand in his, Charles would follow you straight into the depths of hell itself. He manages an eager nod, unable to tear his eyes away from your face.

Whatever you have planned, he knows it will be perfect. So long as he gets to spend the evening by your side, he couldn’t care less what you do.

You lace your fingers through his, shooting him one last brilliant smile, and lead the way to what is undoubtedly going to be the best night of Charles’s life.

***

Warm rays of morning sunlight filter through the sheer curtains, gently rousing Charles from the most blissful sleep of his life. He blinks slowly, taking in the lavish bedchamber with its soaring ceilings and intricate moldings. Plush rugs cover the marble floors and the bed he’s cocooned in is easily the most luxurious he’s ever experienced, with soft Egyptian cotton sheets caressing his skin.

For a delirious moment, Charles thinks he might still be dreaming. But then his eyes drift to you, sleeping peacefully beside him, and his heart stutters in his chest. It all comes rushing back in a torrent of sense memories — your radiant smile, your tinkling laugh, the feeling of your hand in his as you led him out on the most magical night of his life.

The two of you stroll hand-in-hand through the winding alleyways of Monaco, ducking down tiny side streets to places only locals know. Charles is enchanted as you show him hidden corners of your city that he’s never seen before, sharing fascinating stories and anecdotes all the while.

“This little trattoria has been run by the same family for nearly a century,” you explain as you lead him into a tiny, unassuming restaurant positively dripping with old world charm. The smiling owner greets you like a beloved daughter, embracing you warmly.

Over a seemingly endless parade of rustic Italian delicacies and a hearty red wine, you and Charles talk for hours about everything and nothing - childhoods and ambitions, favorite books and movies, embarrassing stories that have you both crying with laughter.

When the owner sends over a giant slice of homemade tiramisu with a wink, you steal the first bite right off Charles’ fork with a cheeky grin. A bit of mascarpone clings to the corner of your mouth and without thinking, Charles leans in to kiss it away, savoring the sweet taste of you mingled with the rich dessert.

You make a soft noise of surprise against his lips before melting into the kiss, cupping his face tenderly. When you finally part, both a little breathless, there’s a new burning heat in your eyes that makes Charles’ heart skip a beat.

“Shall we go for a walk?” You murmur, already sliding out of the booth. Your hand finds his and you lace your fingers together as you lead him back out into the night ...

Just thinking about last night’s date makes Charles’ heart feel fit to burst. You had taken him on a romantic tour of Monaco unlike anything he’s ever experienced, showing him secret nooks and hidden gems even he didn’t know. He had been so entranced just drinking in the city through your eyes, hanging on your every word.

But those heated looks you started sending his way after that first electrifying kiss had made it clear the real night was only just beginning ...

You stroll along the moon-dappled harbor, pointing out your favorite super-yachts and regaling Charles with scandalous stories of the jetset lives of their owners. He laughs delightedly at your wicked sense of humor, tucking you against his side as you wander the lamp-lit cobblestone streets.

When you lead him up a winding path to an old stone overlook, his breath catches in his throat. Twinkling lights from the city and harbor spread out as far as the eye can see, the tiny pinpricks glittering like a million stars. You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you nuzzle against his back.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You murmur reverently. “This is my favorite view in all of Monaco.”

Charles turns in your embrace until you’re pressed flush together, hardly daring to breathe. “It is,” he rasps out, getting lost in the depths of your eyes. “But not as beautiful as you.”

You let out a shaky breath, eyes flicking down to his lips for a heated moment, before surging up on your tiptoes to capture his mouth in a searing kiss ...

Unbidden, a low groan slips from Charles’ throat as he remembers those heated kisses on the overlook, one thing inexorably leading to another in a heady rush of lust and longing until you were both feverishly tugging at clothes. He swallows hard, feeling himself start to stir beneath the sheets.

That was just the start of the longest, most incredible night of Charles’ life. Your romantic tour had eventually led you both back to the palace, where you scattered a trail of discarded garments across marble floors and lavish furnishings in your wake, completely consumed by your desire for one another.

You press Charles back against the door of your bedroom as soon as you stagger inside, hands roaming hungrily as you devour his mouth in a bruising kiss. Charles groans deeply, fingers tangling in your hair as he spins you both around to walk you back towards the bed ...

A warm weight suddenly drapes itself across Charles’ torso, jolting him from his reverie with a sharp intake of breath. You’re curled against his side, smiling at him with eyes still heavy-lidded from sleep. His heart kicks up a furious gallop as you scoot closer, trailing a path of featherlight kisses along his chest and shoulder.

“Good morning,” you murmur, voice still scratchy and deliciously rumpled sounding. Charles nearly swallows his tongue at the sound — not to mention the fact that he can now feel every luscious curve of your body pressed against his beneath the sheets.

“Morning,” he croaks out, throat gone instantly dry. How is it possible that you look even more beautiful than he remembers?

You laugh softly at his dazed expression as you work your way up the column of his neck, seemingly intent on covering every last inch of bare skin with those incredibly soft lips. “Sleep well?”

Charles manages a strangled noise of agreement just before you capture his mouth in a slow, smoldering kiss. He groans against your lips, looping an arm around your waist to pull you more fully on top of him. Every nerve-ending feels like it’s engulfed in flames.

When you finally break apart, you brace yourself up on your elbows, gazing down at him with bright, sparkling eyes. “Last night was incredible,” you say candidly, tracing the line of his cheekbone with a fingertip. “Thank you for such an amazing first date.”

A low rumble of laughter escapes Charles as he grins up at you, dizzy with happiness. “I should be thanking you. Last night was … just, wow.” He reaches up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear, marveling at how impossibly soft your skin is. “Have I mentioned yet how breathtakingly gorgeous you are?”

Your cheeks flush prettily even as you let out an adorably bashful little giggle that has Charles bewitched. “Charles Leclerc, you beautiful charmer,” you tease, dropping your head to nuzzle against the crook of his neck. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Mmm, I have a few ideas ...” Charles murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear. He trails his fingertips up the delicate lines of your spine, reveling in the way it makes you shiver against him.

You lift your head again, pinning him with a look of pure want that steals the breath from Charles’ lungs. “Is that so?” You purr, rolling your hips ever so slightly against his in a way that has him biting back a groan.

“Oui,” he husks out, slipping a hand into your tousled hair to draw your mouth back to his. You melt against him instantly, the kiss rapidly becoming heated and desperate as you both come quickly undone.

With you pressed so tantalizingly close, Charles can feel the heat slowly building between you as he maps every inch of your body with eager hands. Your skin is so silky soft, he can scarcely believe you’re real. Last night’s passion comes roaring back in a tidal wave of desire so potent it nearly overwhelms him.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, clinging to him like a lifeline as you finally join your bodies in a fevered rush. Charles surges up to capture your lips again, unable to get enough of your addictive taste as you move together in perfect synchronicity. Slick skin sliding, breaths mingling, every sensation is heightened and electrified as you make love with an abandon unlike anything Charles has ever experienced ...

A strangled groan tears from Charles’ chest at the memory, his grip reflexively tightening on your hips and pulling you harder against him.

You let out a soft whimper against his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as you grind deliciously against him in response. Charles feels utterly intoxicated by you — your taste, your scent, the exquisite softness of your skin pressed so enticingly to his.

With one fluid motion, he rolls you both until he’s caging you beneath him on the luxurious sheets. You gaze up at him with eyes gone molten and dark, chests heaving in tandem. The ferocious want simmering between you is nearly tangible.

“You’re so beautiful,” Charles rasps out in reverence, brushing the backs of his fingers along the elegant curve of your jaw. He leans down to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, feeling your rapid pulse fluttering beneath his lips. “Perfect ...”

A soft keen escapes you as you tilt your head back to allow him better access. Every nerve in Charles’ body feels electrified, like his skin is humming with unreleased energy. He’s drunk on you, body and soul.

As his lips blaze a path lower, nuzzling between the delicious swell of your breasts, your back arches sharply up off the bed with a gasp of longing. Your fingers clutch almost painfully at his shoulders as you struggle to pull him even closer.

“Charles … please,” you whimper, voice pitched low and heady with naked yearning.

He slides a hand up your silken thigh in answer, molding his palm to the flare of your hip as you shift restlessly beneath him. You’re warm and pliant and bewitching like this, coming slowly undone under his attentions.

With a ragged groan, Charles surrenders to the inescapable gravitational pull between you, fusing your mouths back together in a searing kiss that instantly turns all-consuming ...

Your nails score lines of delicious fire down his back as he drives into you with deep, powerful strokes, hips snapping together in a primal rhythm. It’s all heat and friction and tangled limbs, the world narrowing down to nothing but the places where your bodies join so intimately.

You keen out his name like a prayer, the sound sending hot shockwaves of lust ricocheting through Charles’s core. Every nerve feels simultaneously set alight and yet thrumming with a paradoxical electric chill, sensations somehow magnified tenfold.

He’ll never get enough of this feeling — of being completely consumed by you, your passion, your overwhelming desire for each other burning so bright that everything else fades away into glorious insignificance ...

A guttural groan is torn from deep in Charles’ throat as your hips roll sensuously against his in wanton invitation. His head drops into the tempting curve of your neck, lips tracing maddeningly along your overheated skin as he struggles to maintain the barest thread of control.

“Y/N,” he rumbles out, your name laced with pure, undisguised reverence. “Mon ange ...”

You cup his face in your hands, forcing his heated gaze back to yours. For a crystalline moment, everything hangs in breathless suspension before you surge up to claim his mouth in a searing, all-consuming kiss.

Like a switch being flipped, the tenuous grip Charles had on his restraint abruptly snaps. A low groan tears from his very soul as he lets the irresistible tide finally pull him under, lost in the relentless thrall of your passion.

Your urgent cries spike higher as Charles’ hips drive forward in a smooth, powerful glide, joining your bodies with exquisite friction. You clutch at him wildly, nails raking lines of delicious fire across his back as the room narrows to nothing but scorching skin and thunderous heartbeats.

At last, the spiraling tension reaches a blinding crescendo, your release crashing over you in shattering waves of pure ecstasy. Charles’ own climax follows swiftly, torn from his very depths with a hoarse shout of your name.

He collapses bonelessly on top of you, lungs heaving like he’s just run a marathon as you both simply cling to each other through the sizzling aftershocks. Sparks still seem to crackle across his nerve endings from your earth-shattering joining.

After an endless stretch of languid moments, Charles finally gathers enough strength to ease himself to the side, gathering you in against his chest. You come willingly, draping yourself over him as he nuzzles into the top of your head and just breathes you in.

“Wow ...” you murmur at last when you’ve recovered enough to speak. A breathless giggle escapes as you press a soft kiss to the hollow of his throat. “And I thought last night was incredible.”

Charles rumbles out a deep chuckle, pressing his smile against your hair as his arms tighten reflexively around you. “Last night was just the warm up, mon cœur,” he husks out, voice still gloriously ragged from your shared passion.

You pull back just enough to gaze at him through heavy-lidded eyes, cheeks delightfully flushed and hair wildly tousled in a way that has Charles’ heart clenching near to bursting. Brushing a knuckle along his jaw, you give him a look rich with teasing promise.

“Well then ... if this is what I give you for winning Monaco,” you trail off meaningfully, letting the words hang suspended as your fingertips trail down the ridges of his abdomen. “I can’t even imagine what you’ll earn when you win the World Championship.”

The low, sultry purr of your tone sends delicious little licks of heat swirling through Charles’ veins despite his delightfully sated state. A wicked grin tugs at his lips as pulls you more fully on top of him again, glorying in your lush curves molded so perfectly against his own.

“Is that a challenge, Princesse?” He rumbles out, dipping his head to nibble along the elegant column of your throat. You let out the most deliciously breathy giggle that has his blood absolutely simmering.

“Mmm, maybe,” you hum out coyly, deft fingers trailing through the short hair at his nape in a way that makes his toes curl. “Although I suppose you’ll just have to win it and find out for yourself ...”

Charles feels a possessive growl rising up from deep within his chest as he abruptly flips you both, pinning your breathless laughter beneath him on the luxurious sheets. Gazing down at you with unbridled adoration blazing in his eyes, he steals another scorching kiss that leaves you both gasping for air.

“Oh, I fully intend to,” he vows fervently, reveling in the way your eyes have gone molten and dark with renewed desire. His hands map every inch of your body with fervent devotion as he leans down to murmur hotly against the shell of your ear.

“And when I do, Princesse … I’m never letting you go.”

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Febuwhump Day 21: Unresponsive

Content warning: whipping

Watching Whumpee call Caretaker was one of Whumpee’s greatest pleasures. It was why they always kept their phone with them, always offered to interrupt whatever they were doing to Whumpee to try another call. And sometimes, if Whumper was lucky, if Whumpee was desperate, Whumper would get to dial that number and hand the phone over.

It was the tension in Whumpee’s body Whumper loved. How they’d clutch the phone to their ear like they were terrified of missing Caretaker’s voice. How they’d flinch at every ring, eyes squeezed shut. How they held that phone like a cross, prayers on their lips.

But Whumper’s favorite part was how their breath hitched when the ringing stopped, when a voice finally came through…

“Hey! Sorry I missed your call. Just send me a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can…”

…and Whumpee’s face fell, the stupid little hope they’d been harboring stuck down with a single blow.

They watched as Whumpee sunk to the floor, legs turning boneless beneath them. Their eyes were wide, red-rimmed and teary, the screen illuminating their look of heartbreak. The phone slipped from their limp fingers.

Whumper grinned. “Aww, that’s too bad. Seems they missed you again.”

Whumpee only responded with a sob.

Whumpee took their time getting ready. They dug through their drawers, carefully pulling a cloth bag free. They pulled a whip free, giving it an experimental flick. It cracked through the air like thunder. Whumpee flintched, mouth trembling with a swallowed plea.

“On your knees, Whumpee. You know the deal.”

A low, desperate wail slipped between their lips, but they knew better than to beg. Through sobs, they obediently brought themselves into position. They turned towards the wall and dropped onto their knees. They propped themselves up against the wall, palms pressed flat against the bricks. Their back was exposed for all to see, baring a canvas of scarred flesh for Whumper to use.

Whumper watched them for a moment. Shoulders hunched and trembling, tears flowing freely. They didn’t try to move, didn’t try to get out of their payment. Whumper drank up the sight.

They let the whip crack through the air again, just to watch Whumpee flinch.

They brought the whip down, and the first scream of the night tore through Whumpee’s throat. Another mark, fresh and already threatening to weep blood, was added to their back.

Whumper kept going, each strike cracking through the air before finding its mark. By the fourth, Whumpee was openly sobbing. They’d pressed their body fluslh against the wall to remain upright, mouth open in heaving breaths.

Another lash. Whumpee’s body jumped with each strike. The fear of disobedience was the only thing keeping them from fleeing.

Another lash. The hit landed on an already open wound. Whumper smirked as Whumpee’s wails reached a new peak.

Another. Blood dripped from their back like tears. Each strike sent droplets of crimson flying.

By the time Whumper was satisfied, eight stripes had been carved into Whumpee’s back, blood flowing freely. The only sound remaining were Whumpee’s meek, pathetic little whimpers. The wall was the only thing keeping them upright.

Whumper grabbed the phone forgotten at Whumpee’s side, noting with satisfaction that it had recorded everything. They ended the call, sending the message to Caretaker’s inbox. It was only then that Whumpee went slack, dropping to the floor.

Whumper took a moment to take in their sight. Whumpee laid on the floor, blotchy faced, exhausted sobs sending tremors through their body. They didn’t even have the energy to curl inward or protect themselves. They laid limp like a ragdoll, stuck in the same position they’d fallen in.

Whumper took a quick moment to snap a photo. “Do you want to leave another message? Maybe they’ll answer this time.”

Whumpee didn’t respond, shoulders shaking with their tears.

Whumper only shrugged, pocketing their phone. “Oh well. Maybe you’ll try again tomorrow.

They left Whumpee there, crumpled on the basement floor, a broken, bloodied mess. Whumpee did not move as the door shut, leaving them in darkness.

Whumper took their time getting ready for bed. Taking a nice, long shower to loosen sore muscles, eating their favorite meal for dinner. Each indulgence felt better knowing that Whumpee was denied it.

When they were ready, they slipped comfortably into bed, and grabbed the phone plugged in by their nightstand. They opened the screen, a picture of Whumpee and Caretaker, smiling hand in hand, greeting them.

They lazily flicked over to the phone app, checking Caretaker’s messages.

17 missed calls from Whumpee, and 17 corresponding messages Whumpee and paid in blood to send.

Whumper opened the most recent message and was greeted by screams.

[inventedfangirling]

i should probably wait for tomorrow's episode to get the full picture and closure and the promos might have misled me into thinking we have lesser of Patpran than there actually is BUT P'Aof ive got a bone to pick with you.

He literally created a brand new problem (Pat jumping to help Pran without letting him do it on his own) something that wasn't an issue in the OG show but it now is (which makes sense when you think about it especially given their impending separation because of singapore and both of them needing to learn to be separate individuals) and then solved another that didn't need to be solved, like wth was that about Pat "admitting" that he can't live without Pran, as if its brand new information, as if its something that he's insecure about, as if he's worried that its only him and that Pran won't feel the same way?

we're literally talking about the guy who was ready to throw away his family and friends and halt his entire education just so he could run away and live with you in a zero waste village away from all that he knew and was familiar with?? the same guy who said "i can be anywhere as long as im with you", the guy who has always been there alongside him, fighting WITH him, FOR him...Pat KNOWS that...and Pran knows that Pat knows that....thats what the whole ep11 was about! Them being the most SOLID, in love, 'if he goes down i go down with him', we're a team couple-couple there ever was! Both of them know of how much the other loves them, how their love is so strong it can withstand anything! they know that, their lives, their words, their actions, their choices have proved that!! so the grand declaration in this episode is basically the same thing we already know, we got NOTHING new.

at the same time the conflict that was actually relevant, that Pat thinks Pran needs his help when really Pat needs Pran to need him, he wants to always be the one to help him and Pran's need to do things on his own and prove to himself that he could do shiz by himself like he had all through his life before Pat and him met in college again. Pran needed to do things alone for himself and Pat needed to take a step back and let him do his own thing knowing that he got this. That was the conflict and that's what should have been addressed and instead we got a whole episode of unnecessary confusion and separating the two couples and i cant believe the realest 2 convos happened when Pat and Pran weren't even in the same premises.

and don't even get me started on Pran feeling insecure that Pat was the one sacrificing the most like hello? they both have sacrificed equally, its just Pat is the more vocal and ever ready to express affection with words and very obvious actions so from an outsiders pov Pat looks like he's carrying the relationship which he is not and YET like hello Pat is the one who feels that he can't admit that he cant live without Pran? the same guy who yelled out his love in front of the entire architecture branch? the same guy who wanted to flaunt their whole relationship on social media? the guy who from the day he discovered that he had feelings for Pran has almost made his entire personality about being in love with Pran Pat? that Pat?

but also that scene of Pran just looking on as Pat tries to put on the remedy cream bruh aint no way yall playing me Pran would NEVER watch on like that for so damn long without taking a single effort to help like aint no way hello who the hell was calling the shots, was P'aof even around cos if so sir HOW COULD YOU !?

ep 1 was underwhelming but ep2 had so much going for it but then ep3 was so meh and actually sorta undermines the OG by pretending that this "i can't live without you" is a HUGE thing when WE ALL KNEW IT, like WHY P'Aof, WHY YOU DO THIS TO US? Why to Pat & Pran? And pls the way this episode did next to NOTHING for phupha & Tian, its actually insane.

Despite today's disappointment i do (semi) trust P'Aof and i hope he ties it all up as clean as possible tomorrow and if nothing happens i will pretend this whole special was an AU and move on with my life. that being said we better get that finger sucking scene cos baby i didn't watch this special for ALL of that. Except for that scene in the house that withstood the "shake", the whole endeavor added NOTHING to the story of Pat-Pran and i will be mad about this. It's like they made the Taj Mahal and then decided to pour blood all over it and like yeah the blood can be washed away but why tarnish the glorious monument in the first place!?? for whomstttttttttt

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Summer wedding drabble request

A request from @nana1000night to make ari feel a worse pain than he inflected on the reader. You asked for it.

18+ just incase horrible angst discussions of 1 divorce and trying to explain divorce to a child. I'm not a psychologist so don't quote me on that. It also can explain why Maya is so cold to ari in red sea diving resort No reporting or republishing but comments and reboots are welcome

They called Maya Queenie on occasion. Ari's ex girlfriend is called Princess by Maya and subsequently by Ari. Ima in Hebrew is mother Abba is Father

At the airport Maya runs up to Ari his arms are opened for her but she stops short

"Where's Princess?"

Ari took a deep breath he knew this was comming.

"Well Queenies she's- not here."

"Oh the bathroom?" Maya nodded her head in understanding and Ari knew right then and there it was going to be a long visit.

"What'd she say about the ring Daddy did she love it?"

"Sweetheart-"

"I made her a drawing see- thats me and mama and that you and princess and me can I have a lavender flower girl dress?"

"What's princess holding? A puppy?"

"A baby I want a baby sibling I want to be a big sister. "

"Hey we need to talk."

Ari took her to Dylan candy shop and let her get whatever she wanted hoping to keep her happier for longer and he'd be willing to deal with the sugar fallout later.

"What do you mean she won't be here?" Maya was curious. Then her face dropped "is she on a work trip like you did?"

"No sweetheart see she and me, we, it's complicated"

"Ima says complicated means you messed things up."

Ari rolls his eyes of course Sara would say that but this time she's right which he hates.

"You see Princess we don't live together anymore. "

"Oh" Maya peps up.

Ari is relieved because she understands.

"I don't like that house either are we having dinner at her place? Can we stay there I wanna-"

"Maya-"

"See the diansaurs and-"

"Maya-"

"We learned about Egypt and mummies in school and when we talked on the phone remember? When said she was afraid of the mummies."

Ari smiled for a second Maya wanted to go and princess pretended to be scared of Mummies asking Maya to help her be brave. Ari had such trouble not laughing at that. At how sweet it was. At how much he was looking forward to having kids together she'd make the perfect mother. He wanted all the babies to look like her. So beautiful so-

"Aba- are you listening? I dont want to break my promise to help her. Can we go today or tomorroe."

"Maya honey no."

"But whhhhyy." She whined

"We aren't," he had to take a deep breath to steady himself for this but the lump in his throat... he almost couldn't breathe "we aren't together anymore baby, we broke uo."

"Like you and Mommy?"

"Yea sweetheart like me and Mommy."

'We have to go back to court again?"

Oh God was Ari's heart breaking especially because he was now breaking his little girl's heart too.

"No sweetheart see you you're not. It's not like that see Mommy and Daddy fought over you because we-"

"Princess helped you fight for me."

"Yea she did baby but um this sort of break up is diffrent. We- why don't you have some more ice cream?"

She shook her head no.

"This isn't the type of break up you go to court over see she," God how do you explain this to a child? "Mommy and I both love you and-"

"I know half my genes that make make me, me come from you and half from mommy but you both went to court because you both love me so much that you both want me around 24/7. You faught because you both love me too much and that's a good type of fighting. That I wasn't at fault but you both were to greedy to give up any time with me and wasn't something I was in trouble for. You both wanted me around all the time."

Ari was taken back "where did you come up with that?"

"Princess told me one day when I was upset. She said you both love me so much that you didn't want to spend time without me but I wasnt to blame at all."

Ari teared up.

"She's right baby. Everyone loves you so very much."

"So why won't princess fight for me? I thought she loves me."

"Oh darling she does you know that but we weren't married and you just can't see her again its just the way things are."

"Did I make her mad? A Smidgen? Does she think I was forcing her to see the mummies because I-"

"No no nothing like that its just. I messed up and we broke up we went our seperate ways and she can't go to court to fight over tou. Mommy and I are you parents so that's why we could but-"

"But princess isn't." Maya's face dropped.

"No."

"I hate you" Maya suddenly screamed taking Ari back surprising him. That's how the whole day went crying screaming i hate you and even two year old were taken back by her tantrums. Maya wouldn't let Ari hold or her or barely anything. She refused to even take a cup of juice from him. But she didn't run from him, well not too far other wise she knows she'd be in trouble.

"Hey its me )"

"I know"

"Look im calling about Maya she-"

"How'd she take the news?"

"Well um-"

"That well hu? When does she want to see the mummies."

"You don't have to."

"So what you were just calling me to say hey Maya hates you too."

"No she misses you and-"

"And I promised to take her to see the mummies. She doesn't deserve everyone to let her down."

"Why do you hate Abba? Can I fix it?"

Sweetheart you knew you can't fix relationships we talked about this. It has nothing you can do or can't do to change that.

You know how sometimes you just aren't friends with people or you were but now you aren't?"

"Yea."

"Well thats how it is with me your father but I will always love you, you know that. Unless you keep beating me at battleship."

"I thought you said I shouldn't turn my light or my smarts down for anyone."

"And you shouldn't but can't you give me a fighting chance"

"Nope."

"No? not even 1 hint of your strategy and how you beat me every time?"

"No hints I'm just smart."

"You are smart but you have a strategy maybe you'll tell the tickle monster. Maya had fallen on the floor in laughter and and tickles and neither cared it eas in a museum. And people walked past smiling. Thinking it was a mother and daughter having a joyful day out."

Ari wad been keeping his wide stance wishing he was there with them. The tickle fight the hand holding, the smiles and joy and just the everything. He was starting to think his heart could break into dust.

The two of them sat on a bench and Ari could listen. From a corner... just when he thought he couldn't hurt anymore.

"Can I see you again?"

Well Maya honey you're here to spend time with your Abba. Not me. Plus you'll have more fun I won't be distracting him."

"But then I dont get away with nothing."

"With anything you mean. You will. Don't tell him I told you to you have him wrapped around your finger. You're his baby girl and there isn't ANYTHING he wouldn't do for you."

"But what about having a baby brother or sister?"

Sweetheart," she sighed.

"Daddy said he wanted babies with yoy and ill be the best big sister ever Ill even change poopy diapers and I was so brave helping you didnt cry when we saw the mummies.i'd do the same for them."

"I know Bubba and you made me very brave because you're very brave. But once your Daddy finds someone he loves and wants to marry they might have babies then or your mother might."

He wanted them with you. He missed so much with Maya but you he wanted to be there every step of the way for everything everywhere. He was thinking it felt it more than he did with his ex wife.. He was looking forward to sleepless nights and 2 am feedings and love he missed that love you two had so bad. You helped Maya and him get closer and Maya was just as in love with you being her new mother as Ari.

"Maya, honey its not going to happen ok. I know you're sad right now but I promise you in a few days you'll be ok. In a few months you won't even remember me." She added a soft smile.

Tears were streaming down Ari's face.

Everything he ever wanted in life was round the corner, his two girls, and he just killed it. She had eveplained everything better than he or his ex-wife had. But Maya hates him. It's always him because its always his fault. He promised Maya you'd be a family. Ari really did think you'd say yes.

Maya got upset and went to Ran but Ari caught her within a few of her steps. Going to return her, they walked into eachother

"Ari really? God." She was surprised and took a breath "Maya honey I think, " she really wanted to end the day, "Why don't we go out for dinner."

"Does we include you?" Maya pounted. Which only worked on Ari Princess did that with Ari herself and her own father to fall for it. But she did fell bad for the little one.

"Well honey I" she looked at Ari. "I can't stay long I have to go to work. But I suppose I have time for a slice of Pizza."

"Yay!" And just like that her tantrum was gone.

Princess really couldn't even stay for a slice. She had to take it to go.

"I'm sorry queenie but I can't stay i need to go to work"

"But why?"

"Because I need money"

Why my Daddy can give you some"

"No he can't"

"I can" Aris offer was ignored like he wasn't even there.

"Why do you need money?" Maya was still to innocent to understand.

"To pay for things that your smart and pretty head doesn't have to worry about until you're an adult." She booped her nose.

Maya threw arms around her.

"Promise you'll be good to your dad for me?"

Maya nodded. With that she left not saying a word to or looking at Ari. Who was internally begging for just one more glance- even one out of spite or hatred. But Ari's eyes never left her.

"Maya stay here for a second" he followed her out

"Hey, hey," Ari grabbed her fore arm

She pulled away with a "Don't touch me"

"Sorry I'm sorry." he held his hands up in defeat and was he defeated.

"I did more then most ex girlfriends would ever do."

"I know" he said in a small voice putting his hands in his front pocket he felt small he looked small despite his stature.

"You're lucky I love that little girl. I know what an asshole she has for a father."

"If you need money I could help."

"I would say I'd rather sell my soul to Satan but I dont want to be involved in a business transaction with you."

"Isn't there something I can do-"

"Yea be a good father to your little girl. And stay away from me."

She left and ari watched her walk away and then Nick showed up. Her bright eyes and huge smile returned. They kissed eacother deeply.

"How'd it go?"Nick asked even though he knew the answer

"Not that bad he was following us at the museum but I knew he would. He did a bad job of it though. What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to walk you to work."

"Nick."

His hands were on her head and her body and there was nothing he could do but gripe and dig his dingernails into his palm so tightly

"Ok and maybe I wanted to kiss you." Nick smirked

"I didn't want you to walk alone" he moves some hair off her face that the wind had blown in. She giggled. All Ari could think of was that it used to be his his hands his lips his heart in her hands. Her heart in his. The smile he longed for to be directed to him. He still remeberes the peppermint lip balm you'd wear so your breath always senmed fresh.

That night Maya was yelling and crying the biggest tantrum he's ever seen her had.she was slapping him, hitting . He made no attempt to stop her he felt he deserved every. Single. Pain.

Maya was crying in him begging him to fix it. Ari was crying by then too.

"I want to baby I wish I could I wish I could. Baby but I can't I can't fix it."

"If you love me you'd fix it."

"I tried baby I tried to fix it but I can't I can't." He was cry and shy was crying. In fact Maya cried herself to sleep. Ari layed Her down in bed and then just slid down in the hallway crying he wanted to fix things so bad he lost the loves of his life twice, his wife and his now ex she had moved on so quick but all he thought was that he deserved that pain. A peice of him , well more than a peice, had hoped it was just a rebound relationship.. But he didn't want to lose Maya... not her too. Not his little girl. He knew he ruined things for Maya.

The rest of her trip Maya was mad and sad and crying. Ari felt like the worst person on the planet, the univeree. He thought about just telling his ex-wife just to keep Maya for the rest of her life as she didn't deserve a father like him. He had loved his ex-wife once upon a time but not now. But he promised the real love of his life he'd be a good father to that little girl. The one that his ex girlfriend had loved and spent countless hours playing battleship and trying to distract Maya at the court house, making sure Maya knew she was loved. Ari knew there was no one better for his little girl than the woman he let slip through his fingers over a bad, what? 48 hours? And now he ruined both thier lives Maya she deserved better and Ari didnt know if he could but he promise so he was going to try. But Maya never completely forgave him and Maya never forgot her.

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✨When you get this ask you have to put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positive vibes are cool). 🎶

thank you sm I'm glad you sent (2 times lol sorry😭) it to me!!!!!!❤️❤️

so here we goooo

I'm literally obsessed with this song, it reminds me of cotton tales by loputyn a lot!!!!

Branduardi is my fav singer and this is my fav among his songs

Amy Lee has the best voice ever!!!!!! I love her sm! (I don't have a fav evanescence song I love them all but this reminds me of Alone (lost canvas))

another song I'm obsessed with

and in conclusion...

MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL TRUE HOPE LIES BEYOND THE COAST YOU'RE A DAMNED KIND CAN'T YOU SEE THAT THE WINDS WILL CHANGE MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL TRUE HOPE LIES BEYOND THE COAST YOU'RE A DAMNED KIND CAN'T YOU SEE THAT TOMORRO BEARS INSAAAAAAAAAAAANITYYYYYYYYYYYYYY *INSERT INSANE DRUMROLLS*

that's all thank you again!!!!!

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Partial WonkAwards transcript under the cut (01:18:25-01:27:05)

Wilford: To finish things off, I want to present something of my own. FELICIA! ELAINE!

Elaine: Oh, god!

Felicia: Oh god. Oh god. They didn't tell us he was gonna do this.

Wilford: FELICIA! ELAINE! Hello, get the spotlight on them! Get it on them!

Elaine: Oh, hi! Hiiiii. Hii.

Wilford: The Multiversal Wonka Squad said we should give something back to our meanie PR team because of all the work they've done. I, of course, leapt at the opportunity. I thought it would only be right to give something back to my creators, and once again, I LIVE for the attention. You know, if it wasn't for you, I never would have gotten to fulfill my dream. So, as a token of my, and the rest of the Wonkas', gratitude, I present to you: this. That's right! I'm giving you Crispy the Talking Bass!

Felicia: Oh my god.

Elaine: Oh!

Wilford: Crispy has been a great guidance for me ever since I found him in the dumpster behind the Tuesday Morning, and I feel you all might benefit from his words of wisdom. And before anyone asks: NO, this is NOT because he embarrassed me at my most recent interview with Wolf Blitzer about the re-release of my puffleberry spice, and it is NOT because of all the accusations of me recording phrases into him! I just don't need the advice anymore! That's it! And I'm also a very philanthropic and benevolent candy factory owner who gives to the emotionally needy, so Crispy now belongs to the bitter bitches who brought us all here tonight. Give them a round of applause!

Felicia: I feel loved but also insulted.

Elaine: Yeah. Like, this does feel like a big honor, but I also feel like we were just given trash.

Wilford: Well, I want to give a big thanks to all the Wonka peeps who came out today. Special shout out to the Wonka Scholars. I've always said I'm a genius worthy of study, and I'm glad somebody finally put in the effort! To close out the night, it feels only right to finish with the phrase we know and love. Despite all of us gathered here today, despite my album being in stores soon, and despite me getting to close out the fucking show(!!), it's still not that important. Timothée Chalamet and Hugh Grant are going to forget about this whole experience in 24 to 48 hours, like this is not even going to make a dent on them. It's not that important, but I appreciate all of you being here and watching me. Adieu!!

*Closing music, applause, chatter*

Felicia: Wow. Y'know, I can tell he did try to do something emotionally vulnerable there at the ending; I mean he did kinda stamp on it a lot but there was an effort made!

Elaine: Yeah. There's hope for him.

Felicia: And I appreciate that.

Elaine: There's hope.

Felicia: There's hope there.

Elaine: Yeah, well, um. . . I guess. . . we have this fish now. Umm. Are we s-

Felicia: Yeah.

Elaine: Narrator, are we closing this out, or are we just- Was that supposed to be us done? Do we get to stand up now? The rat ushers are very confused.

Narrator: Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's over. No worries.

Felicia: Okay, awesome thank you. Can you maybe like close the curtains-

Elaine: Yeah, yeah.

Felicia: -so that people can tell? Rats? Rats, we're done. Get 'em to the front. Thank you guys, yes. Awesome. *sighs*

Elaine: *sighs* Ohhh mygod.

Felicia: *sighs* Well

Elaine: Is it. . .time for us to. . . Are we done? But like are we. . . done? Like the studio apartment's packed up. Do you think it's time for us to. . . go up? As they say?

Felicia: I think it is. Let's ac- I- I do want to get changed into more comfortable clothes, though, first.

Elaine: Y- oh.

Felicia: Let's go back to the studio apartment, take a shower.

Elaine: God, I wore too many sequins. Yeah, okay.

Felicia: Maybe- You know what? It's late. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, we'll go.

Elaine: Yeah. Let's get a pizza; let's cry ourselves to sleep. It'll be great.

Felicia: Enjoy the night out and have our celebration, and then we'll leave-

Elaine: I love that.

Felicia: -and escape The Well.

Elaine: Okay.

*Ethereal music ("The Well" from Elaine's Wonka Watch EP)*

Narrator: And so, Felicia and Elaine stole away back into their studio apartment, spending their final evening in The Well, watching Party Monster, that weird movie Felicia brings up all the time. They ate pizza, had a wonderful time, and slept soundly as the rats cleaned up and finished packing up their studio. We now come to them, awoken and ready for the next part of their adventure. Elaine and Felicia, hand in hand, walked down that final tunnel, and as they looked up, the covering of The Well finally removed, the piercing sunlight right into their eyes - they look uncomfortable, there's a little bit of tears but it's fine - and as they look at each other, they take one glance back at The Well and they say:

*Music fades, wind rushes*

Felicia: Goodbye, Well!

Elaine, simultaneously: Bye, Well!

The Well (?): Goodbye. . .

*Music swells again*

Narrator: As they ascend the ladder, step by step, they feel the warm air, clean and not infested with mold, and as they come out of that well, they're in this beautiful meadow, and there it is: the convertible.

Felicia: Oh my god, I can't believe the convertible is still here; I really thought someone would've stolen it by now-

Elaine: Yeah, damn!

Felicia: -so this is good luck!

Elaine: It looks pretty okay, too!

Narrator: They loaded all of their belongings-

*Suitcase rattle as it's placed in the car*

Narrator: -one suitcase- into the trunk of the convertible-

*Trunk slams, doors close*

Narrator: -and as they stepped into the convertible - it smelled a little bit, but that was fine - they turned on the car-

*Car starts*

Narrator: -and they set out onto the grass and then onto the road.

Felicia: Oh my god, it's so nice to be finally free. I can feel the wind through my hair.

Elaine: I know, this is so wild. I haven't- we haven't been up here in ages! I can't wait to see, uh, you know, the same old town we used to know in this area-

Felicia: Yeah.

Elaine: -just to get some gas or whatever. Um, do you have a GPS we can set up to get there?

Felicia: Um, my phone died. So, um.

Elaine: Oh.

Felicia and Elaine: That's not great.

Felicia: Is your phone. . .?

Elaine: Mmm, no, my phone's cracked, it's actually been dead for a very long time.

Felicia: Okay, yeah, that's why- I think that's why it got so bad in The Well because we couldn't really talk to anybody else.

Elaine: That explains- yeah.

Felicia: Umm, alright, so I think maybe we just feel it by vibe? Maybe we can do that and we'll make it there?

Elaine: Yeah, that sounds very safe and totally. . .good.

Crispy, from the trunk: Hey! Hey!

Felicia: Is that in a box?

Elaine: Did you- what the fuck?

Felicia: Did we pack up one of the rats?

Crispy: *more noise*

Elaine: Okay, let's-

Felicia: I'll go- I'll go do that. Let me go fix that.

Elaine: Okay, yeah, thanks.

Felicia: Maybe you should pull over, maybe I shouldn't do this while we're driving.

Elaine: Oh, yeah, yeah, 'cause you're the one driving. Why wouldn't I offer- 'Cause I'm- I'm me. Okay.

*Driving stops. Doors open and close. Footsteps on gravel. Trunk opens. Rustling*

Felicia: I think it's in this box.

Crispy: Hey! Hey! Oh-

Felicia: Hey, Crispy!

Crispy: -hey, ladies! Wow, it's so great to be here. My new moms, uh, I'm-

Felicia: Oh. . .

Crispy: -I'm kidding, ah hahaha, I'm kidding. Um, so I know Wilford and I may not have gotten along but ah, you know, like he said, I do help predict the future, and maybe I can help you navigate your way out of here to a nice, safe place that's totally normal with a gas station and some snacks or something. Would you like that?

Felicia: Um *whispers* I don't know if I want to trust it, Elaine. I don't know, I think-

Crispy: I'm about to sing Jimmy Buffett unless you let me do it!

Felicia: Yeah! Yeah that's fine! Yeah it's fine! We- We'll do that Crispy, that sounds awesome, Crispy!

Elaine: Yeah, please! Please!

*Trunk closes, footsteps on gravel*

Crispy: Oh, perfect! Okay, here, just set me up on the dashboard- ooh! I haven't moved my fins like this in so long! Okay! Take a left!

*Car doors close, car starts*

Crispy: Take a left!

Felicia: There's a lot of roads really close together; this is insane.

Crispy: Take a left!

Elaine: How- I didn't know this road was spiraling down; this is really weird.

Crispy: Okay, we're gonna cross this bridge. Okay, now go down the ramp, there you go. . .

Narrator: And so, Crispy the Bass took them on a wild ride, over 2,000 miles of road as they continued to drive into the unknown. . . until. . . they finally saw something on the horizon. . .

Felicia: Oh my god, is that finally something? You know we drove through so much desert, I'd hope by now we could just find a bathroom.

Elaine: Yeah. And corn.

Felicia: Yeah, corn and desert. Lots of corn and desert.

Elaine: Yeah, this convertible gets great gas mileage though, I mean that's one bonus we learned here.

Crispy: Oh, yeah, this is- Yeah- You're- A totally safe town! Don't worry about it! Uh, yeah, roll down the windows and let's just cruise in! Ha! Yeah!

Felicia: We are in a convertible, Crispy, what is the windows gonna do?

Crispy: Oh, I don't- I can only see in one direction, I-

Felicia: I'm sorry Crispy, I'm sorry, I know that's a sore spot for you, I'm sorry!

Crispy: It's really sad!

*Now Entering Clatfartburg theme music starts*

Felicia: Oh my god, what is this place? Is our radio fucking malfunctioning?!?

Elaine: Wait this is- Oh my god! Where are we- wait, Crispy, is that you on that giant billboard?! What does that say?

Felicia: It says "Now Entering Clatfartburg. . ."

Elaine: ". . .The Most Place On Earth."

Crispy: Ya damn right it is!

Felicia: What the fuck?!

Elaine: What the hell, why can we never be free?

*Clatfartburg theme music continues*

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11/29/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

1 Corinthians 1 - 4

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm Jill. Today's the 29th day of November welcome. everybody we are winding down this month of November together it's coming quickly as it always does this time of the year and maybe you're just struggling to be here and struggling to get through everything that the rest of the year brings. it can be exhausting to even think about it so let's not think about it let's just stay here in the present moment for today and Center ourselves around the word of God. we're starting a brand new book again today it goes by fast in the New Testament, as we finished this year off First Corinthians chapter 1 through 4 and this week we're reading the New International Version, 1 Corinthians chapter 1. 

Commentary

So today we began the book of 1 Corinthians, which is Paul's letter back to Corinth where he had established a church there and people in that church were still participating in Wicked and immoral Behavior so, so this book is filled with the letters Paul wrote back to the church at Corinth, and hopes that the habitual activities that they were involved in would come to an end. and so we began that book today. We'll see how these letters unfold over the next few days. 

Prayer

So Jesus thank you for being here with us thank you for meeting here with us and I pray that in these moments we would examine our own hearts of things that we have participated in that are not good, that are not pleasing to you that have become habits that we have Justified or we have even turned our back on turned our conscience off, and keep doing I pray that she would convict us from a true place of conviction and it would cause us to repent to go in a different direction sometimes we look for understanding to realize why it is that we did what we did or why it is that we participated and it can seem like justification instead of understanding and it can hurt people with our understanding. and I pray compassion for every person listening to the person who needs to repent that it would then softly in a safe place. thank you for being here with us today and thank you for these words that are reminders. we pray this now in the name of the father, son, and the holy spirit, amen. 

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hello DABC family this is Her husband Jeff, who was diagnosed last week with an aggressive form of chemotherapy and has to be put on life support while he's given that. Deborah I want you to know that I as well as I'm sure this whole community of ours is praying for you praying for yep I'm sorry Kathy and especially for Jeff. and I just want to say a prayer real quick okay and no I love you and let us know how he's doing keep us updated okay. Father in Heaven I just come before you on behalf of Jeff this week and give them your I can't think of the word well you cannot understand that kind of Peace Lord we can't understand that kind of peace but give us give them that kind of Peace Lord. let them feel your healing touch over just body just lay your hand over him and just keep his life preserved and keep it pain and let this chemotherapy work and safest life Lord. and if he should be healed on there so I just pray that his soul is ready and I'm out of time here but I want you to know I love you and I'm hugging you from here bye-bye send my prayers to them. 

good morning Below God I just Trust You Lord God that you just continue to strengthen his family Lord God and if they endure the things that they're going through right now with Noah we just no love God that you can do all things Lord God and everything that is done Lord God we continue to give you glory because Lord God you can do all things but feel we just continue to trust and believe in you once again. and I love you all. 

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[black-kitties]

Chapter 4

Start reading from Chapter 1

There was a noticeable shift in Jaz’s surroundings that tipped her off that she was now entering Suicide Slums. The streets were lined with three to four story condos, each dedicating their first level to business fronts. The facades shifted from large window displays and neatly kept exteriors to metal bars protecting the door and windows. Old spay paint was left to weather on buildings and windows. The buildings were older in this part of the city, with crumbling brick and cracked stone veneers, mold and dirt caked to their exteriors. The foot traffic in the area changed too. People wore older clothes, huddled and rushed about trying to avoid bringing attention to themselves. Jaz realized she was being watched from window fronts of businesses, and by other pedestrians smoking outside. She pulled her hood up and picked up the pace.

They were burning daylight at this point and if she was going to be out of the area before nightfall, she’d need to find this vet clinic fast. She’d heard there was a church in Midtown right next to Suicide Slums that let transients like her sleep in the pews; she hoped she’d be able to make it there before ten pm when they closed their doors.

The vet was difficult to find, she ended up walking circles around it before finally realizing she had to enter the alley way between the two buildings. A left turn in the middle of the alley was all she’d missed. It opened into a cement courtyard with a building wrapped around it. To one side several parking stalls lined it and on the other were beat down trash bins. She would’ve completely missed it if it weren’t for google. Who chose to rent a business space in a place like this? One look at the door told her it had been busted in nights prior and hastily repaired. Hanging on it was a dirty looking ‘Open’ sign in red lettering. She looked to Hero, “Well. This is the place.” Uncertainty coloured her voice, but she didn’t let herself hesitate. The doorknob turned but she had to kick the door to unstick it from the jam. “Hello?”

The interior looked clean and well lit, as if walking into any normal vet office that was operating anywhere else in Metropolis. It didn’t feel like it matched the exterior at all. The door didn’t close behind her and she had to kick it again before it clicked. “We’re closed. Didn’t you see the sign?” The sudden male voice behind her caused Jaz to yelp and spin.

Standing in the door behind the reception desk was a tall man with long dar brown hair down to his shoulders. He filled the entire frame with the physic of a body builder, his eyes were yellow and the way they were leveled at Jaz made the hairs on the back of her neck raise, as if meeting with a wild animal. His white lab coat was open at the front and the sleeves stretched against the strain of him crossing his large arms. He was wearing a collared blue shirt underneath it and brown pants. Despite his attire something about him felt… Feral? It was like seeing a beast dressed in a doctor’s outfit.

“Uhh. Oh well, the sign out front says you’re open.” Jaz quickly regained her composure taking several steps towards the front desk.

She watched him eye up her dog before quickly returning his attention to her, “Your dog looks fine, come back tomorrow when we’re open again. Flip the sign on your way out.” He turned to leave the room-

“Wait!” He paused, turning back to her with an expressionless face. At least he wasn’t outright hostile, “I came all this way on foot ‘cus the dog is lost. I just need you to check his chip and contact his family.” When he didn’t speak she added, “Please. Everywhere else is closed.”

He sighed after a moment, running his hand through his hair. “I can’t help you today. Come back tomorrow and we can check his chip for you.” Jaz waivered for a moment, reluctant to have to make the trip into this neighborhood again. “Let me walk you to your car though, its getting late.”

“Oh, that’s fine. I can walk myself out. I’ll see you tomorrow, what time do you open?” She’d prefer not to reveal to him that she didn’t own a car.

“Ten.” He slipped back through the office allowing Jaz a momentary peek inside. She caught a glimpse of another man before the door closed.

The door was stuck fast again and the force of her kick flipped the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’. Sighing, she distractedly scrolled through her phone trying to parse out a route to get to the church she’d heard about. A warning growl from Hero brought her attention back to her surroundings. He’d stepped in front of her between her and the figure who had turned the corner from the alley way. The figure was impossibly tall for a human, its features were obscured behind a comically large trench coat and wide brimmed hat.

And then it lunged. The hat of the stranger flew off him revealing its metal reptilian features. Hero leapt through the air intercepting the lizards path knocking it off balance, but not enough to stop it from reaching her. Jaz’s movements felt sluggish compared to the dog or the Dino but she managed to roll her way to the side dodging its first attempts at grabbing her. Instead it slammed its heavy hand into the back of Hero trying to get a grip on him. A scream ripped from Jaz’s mouth, and she dashed to help Hero. The metal tail of the Dino slammed into her side throwing her through the air. Her crash was softer than she’d been expecting, when she realized she’d been caught and plopped back on her two feet.

“Get inside.” The vet set her down behind him. Jaz’s side stung and it hurt to suck in air into her left lung. Stars were beginning to flash in her vision.

“He’s got Hero!” She yelled. The Dino was trying to drag Hero away while the dog bravely tore into its metal carapace. Her dash was blocked by his arm. His yellow eyes were now glowing in the dim light outside and his pupils had turned into slits. Fangs protruded over his lip and the tips of his ears had elongated with little furry tufts topping them.

“You’re a werewolf.” She breathed. He flinched clearly bothered by the description before lunging towards the Dino. Jaz stumbled backwards feeling the shock of each step reverberate through her head.

 -          -      -

 Claws erupted from the tips of Brin’s fingers and he leapt with unnatural speed through the air landing behind the Dino. He slashed into its back. It spun around whipping its tail at him but he bounced backwards just in time for it to slash harmlessly through the air. A growl ripped out of him as he surveyed the situation. The girl looked dazed but she hadn’t stepped back. Her hands were balled into fists as if she intended to fight. He’d have to keep an eye on her. The Dino had a tight grip on the dogs torso, though it didn’t appear injured yet judging by how much it struggled.

He took a step forward, it took a step back. Another surge of power rippled through his body as anger welled up inside him. These things had been attacking across the city and had attacked this place three nights in a row now. He should’ve insisted on walking her to her damn car, maybe then-

The Dino lunged at Brin with its free arm. He side stepped it and grabbed its arm instead digging his claws satisfyingly between the metal armour it wore. It’s tail slammed into his shoulder but he’d braced in time that it didn’t send him flying. He punched his free hand under its arm where there was a weak spot in its armoured plates shooting his nails like bullets into the metal torso. The Dino began convulsing and the dog wiggled free, dropping out of its arms.

“Hero!” The girl ran towards them.

“STAY BACK!” Brin roared but the Dino had seized that moment to lunge towards her a second time. Somehow the human seemed to read its intent and dropped herself into a slide grabbing onto her dog as the Dino leapt above her. Brin slammed into the back of the Dino. The force of its leap coupled with the force of Brin’s tackle sent it tumbling to the ground and Brin stabbed his hand into the armpit of the machine claws first grabbing a fist full of electronics before ripping the arm of it clean off. The creature let out a metallic screech as if in pain while its tail flailed wildly. The shriek sent a thrill through him. He stood on top of the creature, stomping his foot against its hip while he pulled on its tail. The metal strained and struggled but ultimately his strength won out and the tail was ripped from its body. He made quick work of its remaining limbs before remembering the girl. She wasn’t in the courtyard.

-          -      -

Jaz carried Hero through the alley way stumbling as she went. Her vision was blurring at the edges and any light she saw was burning into her skull. Still she had to get them to safety. The scene she saw was savage, a wolf like creature ripping into that Dino; and that scream. That scream put to rest any doubt she had that it wasn’t alive. That was pain, pure and simple. Hero was panting in her arms letting her carry him but he leapt out of them when she screamed. A heavy hand had grabbed her shoulder, spinning her on the spot while the werewolf called, “girl.” Instinctively Jaz punched him with her fist, wincing when his face didn’t even budge and her hand came away bleeding. “I will not harm you, I swear.” He lifted his hand from her shoulder hovering them both in front of him as if to show he meant no harm. That façade quickly crumbled when he caught her fist the moment she jerked away to run. Hero was at her side hackles up growling. “Please. Just let us treat you, you can barely walk, its clear you’re injured.” The force of his grip made her wince again.

“I’ll be fine,” She started but he cut her off.

“You’re clearly not.” He blew air out of his nose frustrated. “Look, you’re in no condition to drive and I can’t in good conscience let you go stumbling around like this. Not here. Just take some time to rest at the clinic first, I can drive you home after.” As much as she feared what she’d just seen, he was beginning to make some sense… And… She stumbled, leaning to the left. If it weren’t for him holding her fist she’d have fallen. Hero whimpered and looking down he’d lowered his hackles and seemed to indicate that they should follow.

“Alright. Just- Just for a little bit.” He nodded. He wrapped her arm over his far too tall shoulder and she expected he was going to support her as she hobbled towards the clinic only for the ground to be ripped away from her. “Put me down!”

“Ow, that was right in my ear.” He grimaced. The fangs on his face were smaller now, and the furry tufts on his ears were disappearing.

“I can walk just fine, put me down!”

“You walk slow.”

“You didn’t even give me the chance to.” She winced resting her head against his shoulder for a moment. Lights had just grown blindingly bright.

“You ran slow, now stop yelling and just wait until we get to the clinic.” He shot back annoyed. It was no more than a minute before they’d reached the clinic on his long legs. He didn’t set her down at the door though and instead carried her in princess style to the gasp of his colleague.

“Brin, is that the girl from earlier? Are you ok miss?” An older dark-skinned vet with greying white hair and a bushy salt and pepper walrus moustache followed them into the veterinarians office. “Here,” The sound of metal scraping against metal filled the room forcing Jaz to screw her eyes shut against the pain. She felt herself be set on a cool metal surface. “There we go. No, no, no, just relax,” He gently stopped her from sitting up. “This is my office. Not as comfortable as ones made for humans, but you’re in good hands here, I wasn’t always just a vet you know.” His smile was warm and kind. “Now just relax. I’m going to give you a check over, make sure nothings broken inside. Brin, where are you going?”

“Going to check on our friend outside. Left that one still alive.” She heard the click of the door but kept her eyes closed.

“Is the light bothering you?” She could hear the noises of the veterinarian searching through drawers and the light clattering noises as he placed things onto his metal tray.

“Yeah. Bright lights, noises. My head hurts.” She could tell the lights dimmed through her eyelids. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Did you hit your head out there? Where did those metal bastards hit you?” The sound of little nails against the ground eased Jaz’s worry that Hero wasn’t with her.

“Yes and no,” She made eye contact with the doctor, “It hit me here.” She indicated to her side, “And I hit my head three days ago, was just discharged from the hospital.”

“Ok, I’m going to touch you now, just to check on your body. Tell me when it hurts.” The man really did seem to have clinic experience, he was acting just like her family doctor back home. “Oh, gosh me. My names Jason by the way. Jason Niles. I’m the owner of this veterinary clinic.” He spoke while he poked and prodded her sides, testing her ribs, listening to her breath. Checking her head.

“Name’s Jaz. Jaz Heller.”

“Now tell me Jaz. Why, after waking up in the hospital, did you decide to come all the way here?”

“To get Hero’s chip checked.”

“In your condition you should’ve gone straight home and rested. The hospital did recommend bed rest, right?” He even had the same chiding tone typical of a doctor’s bedside manner.

“Figured I’d do that first before going home.”

“Right.” He chuckled in face of her stubbornness, “Well, nothing is broken or bleeding, save for your hand. I’ve bandaged that for you so why don’t you come upstairs and rest for a bit on the couch. When you’re feeling better, we’ll take you home, ok?” She simply nodded, allowing him to help her up and relying on him to help her navigate up the stairs.

“So is Brin…” She didn’t know how to finish the sentence.

“Brin has been my assistant for many months now. He’s a decent fellow, got a temper on him, but he’s good at heart. He’s been protecting this side of Metropolis since he’s arrived.” He set Jaz down on a large well worn leather couch. The kind that you sunk into and could curl right up on. “You have no reason to fear him.”

 She just nodded in response before resting her eyes for just a moment.

Chapter 5

[enhypia]

EN ; the ❝oh❞ moment.

it just makes you go "oh."

pairing: enhypen hyung line x gn!reader

genre: mix of angst and fluff

words: roughly 2.9k words

masterlist ⸺ enhypen masterlist

↷ heeseung ; fluff

you raised your eyebrows suggestively at the guy next to you as a person passes by you guys. he just rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh. "are you still on about that?" heeseung asks.

you lift your arms up in defense "what? how can i let it go?"

"the fact that it's literally been years since i liked them?" you ignored the tiny hope building in your mind.

you couldn't let it go because heeseung doesn't just like someone and moves on without anything. you know he definitely still feels something for the person. "not my fault you decide to tell me about it just recently." you retorted.

"because i know you'll act like this and tease me non-stop about it" you gave him a wide grin and an okay sign, agreeing with his statement. "that's what bestfriends are for" he rolled his eyes and closed his locker door.

"i don't like them anymore so stop" you grumbled in reply. "why don't you believe me?"

"because! you're not like that! have you forgotten how i literally witnessed your whole tirade on the person you've liked before?" heeseung groans and covers his face in embarrassment.

"let's not talk about that, that wasn't me, it was an illusion." you burst out laughing at his statement.

"sure sure, whatever you say~" you say in a singsong voice. the bell suddenly rang cutting off yours and heeseung's conversation. you waved goodbye to him and headed to your classroom.

your smile dropped once your back was turned to him. it hurt putting up an act in front of the person you liked. it hurt that out of all the people why did it have to be your bestfriend.

-

"okay, it's definitely the student rep of class c!" you answer confidently. currently you and heeseung are walking home and since you continued on with your teasing, heeseung had no choice but to say that he liked someone else now. ignoring, again, the pang of pain it sent to your heart, now you just turned to guessing who he likes now.

"no" he says flatly while scrolling through his phone. "eh? i feel like i've said everyone i would think you would like" he chuckles and raises an eyebrow at you mockingly. "but you didn't!" you rolled your eyes and just continued to think.

honestly all this is killing you inside but your mind would not calm down, you have to know who even if the information would do nothing but hurt you.

"don't tell me it's a teacher?" you tease widening your eyes and looking at him incredulously. heeseung burst out laughing at your accusation. "as if." "it was worth the try"

that didn't stop you though, you just continued listing people and each time he would mark your guesses wrong.

lost in your mild obsession in finding out who he was pertaining to, you failed to notice how heeseung was growing annoyed.

"is it-"

"it's you!"

"... what?"

heeseung's eyes widen at his outburst and he almost takes it back but he knows there's no going back. he sighs deeply and runs a hand through his hair.

"it's you, it's you who i like" oh.

he scans your face for your reaction but you remained staring at him wide-eyed. "i realized it about 2 months ago." he admits, your mouth grows dry.

you finally wake up from your trance and you shuffle awkwardly in your place. you glance at him again and he was looking down fiddling with his fingers. you swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking.

"i realized it a year ago. i win" heeseung's head snap up and now he was the one sporting your previous expression. you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

"...what?" wow what a case of deja vu. dread fills his stomach as a teasing smile grows on your face. "oh would you look at that, we're already at my house" you say before speed-walking to your gate.

"hold on, wait!" you hear him following so you turn your head quickly and said "i like you too dumbass but let's talk about this tomorrow" you blew him a kiss and dashed to your house.

heeseung stood dumbfounded in front of your gate. he laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. "god (y/n), you'll be the death of me."

↷ jongseong ; angst

you and jay had been on edge since last week. your texts with each other were all one-liners. dry good mornings and good nights, as well as insincere have you eaten-s. you don't know what's or why it's happening but it started when jay suddenly took hours to reply to you.

you had pushed it aside first thinking he was just busy but after hearing from mutual friends that jay was almost always on his phone, you knew that that wasn't the case.

it hurt and it frustrated you and by the third day of receiving the same cold and distant treatment, you had just decided to treat him the same way. your pride and fear preventing you from asking him what's wrong.

you wanted him to be the one to speak up, it was clear that he had a problem and you didn't want to push it. in fact you had actually asked from the start but all he said was that he was tired, you never asked again after.

and as for your fear, a part of you doesn't want to know what he has to say.

but it's been a week and you can't handle the sleepless nights due to anxiety and overthinking anymore. and you missed him, you missed jay so badly, and you just want all this to be fixed. so pushing back all your inhibitions.

you had texted him "hey, let's talk when you're free okay? love you." you bit your lip as you pressed send, and to your surprise he had seen the message immediately and was already typing a reply.

you ignored the small voice in your head saying 'it really reached the point where you're actually surprised that he's responding quickly'

"yeah, i'll be there in 20. love you too" you don't know whether the sigh you let out was in relief or in nervousness.

-

jay's been here for 5 minutes already and there has been nothing but silence engulfing the both of you. until your attention was caught by the deep sigh jay let out. you guys were seated next to each other on the couch and his gaze was focused on the plant on the coffee table.

"there's been something bugging me since last month, and i didn't tell you since i wanted to be sure of it, and last week i got my answer." he started.

"and i-" his voice cracks, so does your heart. "i tried, i tried to stop it, i tried to figure it out why it happened but i just, i can't find an answer" he continues, frustration evident in his voice.

"and i know, god i fucking know how it's affecting you but i don't know how to handle it and i just, let it be" you grabbed his hand and his attention snaps toward your hold.

"what is it? what's happening, jay? please tell me" you pleaded softly. he shuts his eyes and hung his head low.

"i'm breaking up with you" oh.

your grip on his hand went slack making his clench his teeth. "i'm sorry."

your ears were ringing, you could feel your head start to pound. "i started to lose feelings for you, and i swear, i tried so hard not to, but i can't control it." so that explains it.

"i'm sorry, (y/n). i don't want to be selfish and unfair. you don't deserve this." you wanted to scream at him to stop talking but there was too much air caught up in your throat. you're not even sure if you're actually breathing because everything is just starting to hurt.

unable to move, jay just watched as tears silently fell from your eyes. he felt his heart break even more upon hearing your reply after minutes of silence. "i'm sorry too"

↷ jaeyun ; fluff

jake grew up loving and fearing love at the same time. he knew what the one emotion can do to a person, sometimes it brings out the best and sometimes the worst in people. and growing up he always wondered how can you tell or how can you say you love someone, and when he asks, he gets the same answer every time "you just know it."

jake doesn't like how vague the answer is because he needed more, how do you just 'know' it? he always grumbled about it as he grew up and his family would just laugh at him saying the usual "when the time comes..."

well now jake wanted the time to come sooner. that was his first mistake. his eagerness to just know the feeling didn't end well, instead of love, he got heartbreak.

and on the second try, he thought he knew but it was plastered on his face how fake everything was. with two failed relationships, jake finally decides to just let love come, that he shouldn't chase for it.

"duck!" jake instantly complied, thanking the heavens above that he broke out of his thoughts at the right time to avoid getting hit by a frisbee. "sorry about that, the wind suddenly came changing its direction" you apologized and offered your hand to him to help him get up.

"no worries, i didn't get hit anyways" he reassured. "but you could've" you guys shared a small laugh. "sorry again, but my name's (y/n)"

jake smiles and introduces himself as well. "i'm jake, nice to meet you" and love finally came.

love came to him in the form of teasing pats on the head from you. it came in the soft melody of your voice singing whatever song was playing on the radio. love came in comforting waves from your touch and embrace.

yet jake can't trust his own feelings, he has fooled himself too many times and he doesn't want a repeat of unfortunate events.

"baby, wake up, breakfast is almost done" he melts at the amused and loving gaze that greets him as he opens his eyes. you fixed his hair as he sat up, he gives you a small smile before you leave him to freshen up.

after a few minutes jake finally joins you at the table his eyes widening at the food you prepared. "where'd you get this omg i haven't had this in so long"

"i asked my mom to make it, i mentioned it to her and she said she knew how to make it." jake still in awe mumbles a quick thank you before digging in.

you ate happily as you watched the boy in front of you thoroughly eat. "i'll text her a quick thank you then, wait" he takes out his phone to compose his message.

your mom's reply came in not too long after "i'm glad you like it! i was actually surprised when (y/n) asked me to make it since they absolutely despise it xD poor baby couldn't take the smell when they were younger and had them puke because of it. they still carry the resentment for the dish i suppose. but let me know whenever you want to eat that again, i'd be happy to cook it for you."

jake stared as you were chewing making you freeze. "what?" you asked after swallowing. he shook his head 'nothing' in reply and continued to eat.

"you want some?" he tests pushing the dish slightly towards you. seeing if you'll mention anything about hating it.

"nope, that's all for you, don't mind me." oh.

it's so weird, because in jake's mind he always pictured his 'you just know it' moment differently. but he never imagined how freeing and scary it is when you just know, when it finally dawns on you.

to hell with the though that is was food that made him realize it, all his focus was on you, and his rapidly beating heart. jake finally knows what love is actually like.

"i love you" and everything stilled. jake didn't know how long you guys stayed in your place, but he reveled at the sight of your widened eyes and reddened cheeks. and he soars at the relieved laugh you let out and your soft but firm reply, "i love you too"

↷ sunghoon ; angst

sunghoon and you belonged in the same circle of friends, and there's always that one major rule 'don't date someone from your friend group,' but that never applied to you. in your junior year you has confessed to sunghoon about liking him, and he didn't exactly reject you nor accepted your feelings, he more or less just acknowledged it.

and you were (kind of) fine with that, it made things less awkward for you guys and your friends. what frustrates you though is that sunghoon is a master at giving mixed signals.

you can't even count in one hand the countless of nights where you wanted to pull all your hair out because of him, or the hours and hours of rants to your friends about him—to which they just helpfully rolled their eyes at your guys ridiculousness.

and that cycle continued until senior year, everytime you wanted to move on, he does something to pull you back in again, and you let him. because everything inside of you is screaming that your feelings are mutual, and that he's just not confessing because he isn't ready for a relationship, like he always says.

you doubt it, and you're the only one who does. you're the only one who doesn't see his loving gaze whenever he's in your sight, or the change in his demeanor whenever you're around, his subtle shifts in position just to be next to you .

everyone but you is so sure that sunghoon does in fact like you as well. which leads to the present situation; "are you ever going to confess to them?" he shook his head in reply, "i can't. i'm not ready"

"but what if someone new comes around and steals her away?" sunoo inquired before taking a bite of his food. sunghoon stared for a while, his eyes hardening for a split second "they're not mine in the first place anyway"

sunoo sighed, recounting back how many times they've already had this conversation. "you know we won't push you, but we're living on borrowed time hyung"

"yeah, we just don't want to see you guys hurt man" jake joins putting his arm around sunghoon's shoulder and giving it a squeeze. he sighs and nods, "i know, i know, thank you guys"

-

you guys waved at your friends before splitting off with them, you and sunghoon shared the same route home so you guys usually walk home together. you guys walked in silence, you being ahead by a little.

sunghoon stared at your form, a small smile unconsciously graces his face, "can you believe we're graduating in 2 weeks?" you suddenly asked looking back at him, making him straighten his back.

"i know right, time flies too fast" he saw your expression falter at his words. "yeah, time is a bitch, sometimes it's too slow, sometimes it's too fast" you reply turning to look forward. sunghoon quickly matches your pace so that he was next to you now.

"you're attending BE University, right?" sunghoon nodded, "yup, you?" he saw your hesitation. "HYBE Edu" you answered rubbing the back of your neck, a thing he's aware you do when you're lying. he stops in his tracks making you stop as well.

"what's wrong?" sunghoon asks when you meet his eyes, you sucked in a breath and fiddled with the strap of your bag. you always hated how sunghoon always knows when something is up. 

you look down at your shoes thinking about how you were going to start, you didn't notice that he was approaching you until his shoes entered your line of sight.

you sighed and boldly leaned your head on his chest. "i was lying" you mutter after a few seconds, sunghoon let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, "about what?"

"i'm not going to HYBE" his hands grip your shoulders to lightly push you away so he can look at you. panic and worry fills his stomach when he spots your glassy eyes. "why?" he asks.

"i'm moving away a week after graduation to paris to study there" oh.

"you're leaving?" at your nod, sunghoon's mouth dries, his hold slacks and his arms falls back to his side. "i'm sorry i didn't tell you guys sooner" he smiles tightly and ruffles your hair.

"why are you apologizing? this is great news! i'm so happy for you!" he fakes his excitement well enough to fool you. you instantly brighten and gave him a quick hug "thank you, hoon" and he pretends, and pretends, even when he gets home.

it only hits him when he plops down onto his bed, and suddenly he's gasping for air and clawing at his chest, with tears leaving his eyes, sunoo's words ring in his mind "we're living on borrowed time"

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[gemstone-roses]

Tonight I'm on my knees

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: when things get too much, eddie comforts you

Warnings:smoking (eddie and reader),anxiety, sad reader, hurt/comfort. Lots of fluff. Even I am shocked at the fluff in this!

A:N- 18+ only minors be gone! , this got a lil deeper than I planned also please be kind this one hurt to write and is personal so yeah 🥺

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since you moved into the trailer park, every night, you'd be found on the bench, you have to weave in and out of a few poorly placed items of furniture and sometimes you tripped and thankfully no one would be awake to hear you curse, huff and then talk to the inanimate piece of furniture well, like it was animate.

The first time you met eddie, it's a picnic box, just in the middle of the path, and you hear a snort, the kind someone tries to stifle.

"that you wayne? Well I meant to do that actually" you nod to yourself.

The first night you moved here, a gruff voice interuppted your once again, raging at an object, this time a lighter.

"For fuck sake, stupid thing, that's the third one this week" you groaned and threw your head back

"You need some help there?" He chuckles, before stretching out his arm, his own lighter producing a flame.

"You new around here?" He asks

"Mmhm, you exhale

"You on your own?"

"Yup"

"Im wayne, live in that one at the front with the band stickers on the door"

Your eyebrows raise at him, but it's dark and you hope he doesn't see.

"I live with my nephew too, the stickers are his" he confirms.

"Right, right" you chuckle.

"anyway, I better get back home, be safe" he nods.

And since then, whenever wayne visited the bench, he'd chuck you a few extra cigs, bring a can of soda with him some nights.

But this night, you were met with someone else, who was trying hard not to laugh at you tripping over a box.

"im eddie" he pushes himself off the table and places his hands on his hips.

"Y/n" you reply.

"Come here often?"

"Every night"

"Huh" eddie says.

And after that, every night eddie waited for you. And you'd talk about everything and nothing and eddie would tell you about his new campaign and eddie would notice that whilst you were interested in what he was saying, there was something more, something reserved, something you were trying desperately to keep down in the darkest corner of your mind. Eddie noticed how when he got there after you, your voice wavered slightly sometimes, and your breath came out shaky.

the air bites at you crueler than normal, it hurts. You shiver as you make your way over to eddie.

"Hey sweetheart" he grins

"hey" you mumble. Hopping up on the bench next to him.

you take out your cigs and lighter wordlessly, Eddie's brow furrows.

"you okay?" He asks and his voice is filled with concern for you

"Mmhm, yep" you don't even look at him.

Eddie takes a drag of his cigarette

"Where's your head at darlin?" Eddie leans forward, placing his hand on your knee.

you shake your head, desperate.

"dont" you whisper

"hey" eddie grips your chin, pushes your face up so he can see you, he feels you tremble under his hand.

"oh" eddie swipes his thumb at a tear running down your cheek

"C'mere" and he wraps his arms around you

"Talk to me" he whispers, kissing the top of your head.

He feels you shake in his arms and he just holds you tighter

"I got you darlin it's okay" he reassures you, still not letting go.

"it's... its just, it wont stop, my mind it just wont fucking stop and i normally got a handle on it but i dont know its all just too much" your voice is barely a whisper, a sob escaping you while eddie still holds you like he's keeping you above water.

"sweetheart, look at me" eddie places his hand on your cheek, his fingers resting under your jawline

He smiles at you, comforting, you think you might break once more just by the look he has on his face.

"there you go" he says

"It's gonna be okay you know, even if it doesent feel like it today or tomorrow or next week, you got this yeah?" Eddie comforts.

"I mean, shit, your amazing okay?? you are the strongest person I know and yeah sometimes it's all a little much, but you have got this you hear me? Eddie's eyes stare through you almost as he waits for you to respond

"You hear me darlin?" He tilts his head,

You nod

"and whenever your ready, I'll be here when you wanna talk about whats goin on in that pretty little head" he taps the top of your head lightly

"eddie you dont have to-

"No! Stop that! I want to, okay? Let me be here for you" it's not a question it's a statement.

"a-alright, if your sure" you mumble.

Eddie's face lights up, finally, he's broken through.

"One more thing, come on" he pushes off the table walking towards the basket he picks it up and spins round, pointing to the woods.

"im not going in there at this time!" You whispered, shocked

"I'll protect you" eddie says seriously, he comes to wrap his arms around your waist

" you promise?" You cling onto him,

"I promise"

bang

The box shatters against the tree and Eddie whoops.

"Shh you'll wake someone up"

"This needed to be done, we have done a good deed okay I have been tripping over that thing for months" eddie groans

"HA! You tripped over it today didn't you"

"Nope, did not" eddie pouts making you giggle,

eddie sees the way your face lights up, the way your mouth twitches, and he's just happy he's the one that put a smile on your face.

[ziltoidcoffee]

Thinking about Daniel and Terry in a long term relationship, maybe married, and running into Kumiko. Terry getting jealous and insecure. Daniel's never seen Terry seriously worried that Daniel might leave him for someone else. How would that play out?

(Sorry for the delay, anon! I liked this prompt and wanted to give it my full attention. Hope you enjoy!! It's like 90% fluff...)

Terry is strangely quiet for most of the ride back to their hotel.

Daniel doesn’t notice this at first. He spends most of the taxi ride lecturing him about Okinawa and his first trip to the island. They just returned from meeting up with Komiko who showed them around Tomi Village, which has become so vastly different in a little over a decade.

He was a bit worried about Terry meeting Komiko seeing as Daniel often called her his first “real love,” but his husband has already met Ali and Jessica, the latter whom he only crushed on. Terry didn’t act any different around them, informing Daniel afterward that he never saw them as competition. He was certain Daniel would never leave him for them. His confidence was both charming and annoying.

But when his husband met her, he wasn’t his usual braggadocious and talkative self. Terry let Daniel and Komiko chat most of the visit while remaining tense at his side. He claimed to be tired when Daniel asked him what was wrong, but even as they checked into the hotel, Terry was short with the desk agent. Usually, he was overly friendly with the staff, almost more than Daniel most of the time.

On the elevator ride back to their room, Daniel tried to fill the space, telling Terry he wanted to drop by his favorite temple tomorro. His husband simply nodded. “That’s fine,” he declared, and Daniel frowned, concerned once again over his silence.

Only when they are alone in the suite with the door shut does Daniel finally address Terry’s behavior. “What’s going on, Terry?” he asks, hands on his hips. “Why have you been giving me the cold shoulder all day?”

Terry glances up from where he’s sitting on the bed, toeing off his designer shoes. “Nothing’s wrong,” he says despite his frown. “I told you—I’m tired. We walked around all day and just got off the plan yesterday.”

Daniel takes off his jacket and moves to stand in front of him. “Bullshit,” he snaps. “You’re never like this—all quiet and weird. Something’s clearly wrong. You’ve been acting like this since we got to the village.”

His husband’s jaw sets. “You’re wrong,” Terry argues.

He narrows his eyes at the older man. “I know you, Terry. We’ve been married for ten—”

“Twelve,” Terry corrects, and Daniel rolls his eyes.

“Okay, we’ve been married twelve years. You don’t think I know when you’re hiding something?” Terry snorts, almost smiling. “Excluding that shit you pulled in '85.” Daniel frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. “Speaking of…you promised you wouldn’t lie to me ever again after that. So why are you lying now?”

Terry’s frown returns. “You’re being dramatic, Danny,” he scoffs.

He can recall Terry’s bright smile an hour before when they were trying on kimonos at a store in town. But then he remembers the hunch in Terry’s shoulders when Daniel and Komiko hugged, the strange tension under his smile as they reminisced about Daniel’s first visit, and most importantly, the tightness in his husband’s grip of their hands under the table.

Daniel’s jaw almost hits the floor. “Dramatic?” he gasps. “No, I’m not! You’ve been acting distant and cold ever since—” We met up with Komiko is what he was going to say but cuts himself off as something clicks into place in his mind, a bright flash of understanding illuminating his confusion.

All the pieces of their interactions fall together to offer such an obvious conclusion that Daniel can’t believe he didn’t realize until now. “Terry,” he says with a smile, moving to sit beside him on the bed. “Are you…jealous of Komiko?”

Terry’s shoulders stiffen instantly, but he laughs and leans back against the pillows behind him. “Why would I be jealous of her?” he asks, pulling on Daniel’s arm to bring him closer. “I’m the one married to you.”

“And? That doesn't mean I’m jealous of her, Danny,” Terry counters, still trying to drag him against his chest.

Daniel allows himself to be tugged near but stays upright to meet his eyes. “You are!” he shouts, pushing at Terry’s chest playfully. “You’re actually jealous.” Terry’s eyes narrow into a glare. “Don’t give me that look. It’s not that shocking. You’re always jealous! Remember that time at the park? You almost snapped that guy’s wrist for touching my shoulder.”

The strength of Terry’s pull on his arm increases until Daniel is unable to hold back any longer, falling onto his husband’s chest. “Hey!” he shouts, trying to wiggle out. But when Terry pushes Daniel’s head against his chest, the sound of his rapid beating heart becomes clear, and Daniel can only go still in shock.

“You so are,” Daniel chuckles, resisting the heave to lie down. “This is just the first time your jealousy is actually warranted—well, not really. But it at least makes sense. Komiko and I did date, and she was my first love. So I guess if you add that—”

His husband takes a breath above him. Then after a second, he admits, “You’re right. I’m jealous.” Daniel opens his mouth to gloat, but Terry continues. “Like you said, she was your first love, and when I met her, I could see why. She is kind, beautiful, and shares a history with you I do not have. And while I have many weaknesses, she has plenty of strengths. More people would approve of you being with her than me.” Daniel’s heart skips a beat. “I may be jealous of the guy or girl who tries to dance with you in the club, but I’m never actually worried you’ll leave me for them. With her, however, I realized you have every reason to.”

After a second, he sits up to meet Terry's eyes, and his husband lets him, loosening his grip. “You’re right,” Daniel declares as Terry’s eyes widen. “I did love her. Once. She’s a great gal, and she’d make anyone happy.” Daniel grabs his husband’s hand to lace their fingers together, and their matching silver rings shine under the light. “But I’m in love with you. I married you, and I will never leave you...uless I die first."

Terry’s mouth quirks up into a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I love you too.”

With a grin, Daniel reaches up to run a hand through his husband’s hair. “So stop being jealous cause we’ll meet my ex-boyfriend Chozen tomorrow too.”

“What?” Terry snaps with a grimace.

Daniel laughs almost to tears and spends the next five minutes convincing Terry he is indeed joking.

[holykillercake]

A Day In The Sun

pairing: MARCO x fem!Reader

word count: 3.3k

summary: You left the Moby Dick to go on a solo mission, from which you would never return. Two years later, when hope seemed to have drained out, a loud rubber boy appears, leading the way back to your family.

highlight: ¨I guess he´s not coming, so... tell Marco I will always love him.¨

warnings: angst, MARINEFORD spoilers 

notes: This was an anon request for a ¨ [as angsty as possible] Marco with a fem!S/O who left the Moby Dick a year or two before and then they ran into each other by accident somewhere¨. I really hope you like it!♡  I feel like I chose an easy path with Marineford, so maybe I´ll try this one more time with a non-canon plot. The angst, tho, the angst! 

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!

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You watched the guard check the chains for the fourth time with an amused grin on your face. He pulled it, hit it, and almost wet his pants with the effort. 

The funnier part was that he did all of that while trying to stay as far from you as possible. 

¨So, am I getting company?¨ no answer, just a glance and a drop of sweat falling down his temple ¨Will you tell me who´s my guy?¨ he ignored you again and left.

A few minutes later, you heard the lame sound of chains echoing throughout the cold walls. You had a minute to process the silent and compliant steps before the rest of the prisoners started to yell wildly. 

You observed the shadow of your new cellmate projected onto the filthy floor. Then his dirty feet when he walked by you, giving yourself the trouble to look up only when he took a seat while the guards locked him. 

You let out a disdained scoff and waited for ¨privacy¨ to talk to him. He, on the other hand, never bothered to look up. 

¨I would offer you something to eat, but as you can see, my hands are tied.¨ you shook the chains, hoping that the distasteful joke would make the man lift his head.

But he showed no reaction to your words. Instead, he remained leaned forward with his head down.

 You snorted heavily.

¨You know, I was kind of hoping to be the only Whitebeard pirate around here.¨

 That was more than enough to make him face you. His narrowed eyes watched you for a moment, trying to recollect your features in his memory. 

¨Oh, come on. Did I really change that much?¨

¨Y/N!¨ he shouted and tried to fight the strains.

¨How are you doing, Flame boy?¨

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The heart beating inside of your chest felt like it was going to jump out of your mouth at any moment. Although you were sweating, all of the ice around you made you wish you had more clothes.

 How could you be cold and sweating at the same time?

Everyone had their eyes on you. Well, not only you. But the entire troupe that fell from the sky altogether with a marine warship, the weirdest circus freaks brought directly from Impel Down. Your home for the last two years. 

As soon as Luffy stepped on the ice field and started to attack marines in order to reach Ace, the real beginning of the battle began to seethe in Marineford. 

You joined your fugitives comrades and jumped out the ship, but differently than the straw hat boy, you ran to the opposite side. Dodging every marine in your way to get to the Moby Dick. 

Whitebeard looked at you like a proud father and let out his legendary ´Gurarara´ laugh while the Commanders stared at you as if you were a ghost.

Not that you didn´t actually look like one. Even for them, who always considered you to be one of the prettiest women they have ever seen, you looked a little bit mistreated.

Your hair was dirty and messy, your always radiant skin was dry, and the bags under your eyes were deeper and darker. 

If it wasn´t for the look in your eyes, they wouldn´t have recognized you. 

The spark and shine remained stoic. The will to live and to fight remained standing strong, even though the rest of you seemed to be brumbling apart.

Marco stood on Pops' right side, still showing the same anger in his eyes as when you said that you were leaving the Whitebeard Pirates. But you couldn´t focus on that. You were too busy trying not to get killed to care about his attitude.

And more importantly, you were so happy. 

Every night for two years, you prayed for the chance to see them again, to brew saké among your family, and laugh in their companies. It was so close you could feel it in your fingertips. 

¨Daughter, you don´t look healthy.¨ Whitebeard said when you reached the ship.

¨I guess feeding me wasn´t on the top of their list of priorities, Pops.¨ you laughed.

¨And I suppose you met the troublemaker over there.¨

¨We were cellmates, can you believe it?¨ Marco peeped into your conversation, trying to look like he didn´t care ¨He was updating me on the current Whitebeard Pirate´s activities. Said you got yourself some pretty cute nurses.¨ 

You elbowed him slightly in the leg, and the Emperor gave his staccato laugh you missed so much.

¨Daughter,¨ he spoke more serious ¨I know it´s a lot to ask of you right now... but we need to get that boy outta here. You´re in?¨ 

¨Have you forgotten who I am, Pops?¨ He smirked, already knowing your answer ¨ Of course, I´m in.¨

You looked each commander in the eyes, in a silent agreement that when this madness was over, you would answer all their questions. When they looked back at you, nothing had changed. For them, you were still the same Y/N from years ago. 

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¨I can´t believe Pops wants to keep that brat.¨

¨We should have him thrown off of the ship.¨

¨You should cook him for dinner, Thatch!¨

You couldn´t hold the smile bending on your lips when you heard the Division Commanders talking about the rookie Pops had brought onboard.

The kid had been trying to kill him for a while now. Even Jinbe had to step in and engaged in a 5-day battle with the young pirate. That, for some reason, got Whitebeard´s interest. 

You felt a warm hand embrace yours and turned to see the First Division Commander take his seat on your side. You smiled when he leaned over and gave you a habitual kiss, the kind you share when you wake up in the morning or when you meet up in the halls.

But your heart ached behind your smile. Because, although it was something usual for him, something that he would do thousands of times for the rest of his life, for you, it could be the last.

You were about the destroy everything you two had and break his heart. 

But you were out of options. You knew that, and so did Whitebeard. 

When the first part of the meeting ended, and Pops had explained his motives to want to keep the hot-headed boy, someone questioned him about the second topic they needed to discuss. The one he kept as a secret even from Marco. 

Your heart pounded faster, and your face heated. Whitebeard frowned and gestured something, giving you the word. The weight of the sixteen commanders staring at you made you shrug and hold Marco´s hand tighter. 

¨Y/N?¨ he called you with a tone of concern in his voice. 

You just avoided making eye contact with him. You couldn´t face him.

¨I, uh...¨ you raised your head and stuffed your chest. You had to be cold. ¨I-I am going on a solo mission... and I am not coming back.¨ 

The room went totally silent for a few seconds before they began to bombard you with questions and inquires, to which you could not respond. Marco, on the other hand, remained speechless, waiting for you to tell him that it was a joke.

¨I, uh...¨ someone interrupted you ¨I am leaving tomorro-¨ another Commander cut you ¨... tomorrow morni-¨

The blast of Whitebeard´s cleaving blade hitting the floor made all of you shut. 

¨The decision was made!¨ his thunderous voice cracked the wooden walls ¨And blessed.¨

Marco shot up, his chair met the floor in a loud thud. ¨Pops, you approved this?!¨

¨Son...¨ the First Division Commander scowled and started to walk out of the room. 

You reached him and held his hand to stop him. He turned, staring at you furiously.

¨Marco...¨

¨Why, yoi?!¨ 

You shook your head, not being able to tell him what he wanted to know. Tears began to fill your eyes when he pulled his hand from your grip and left the room. 

A single tear made its way down your cheek and you quickly wiped it. You couldn't turn back on your decision. Even if that made the love of your life hate you. 

¨Y/N...¨ Thatch touched your arm softly ¨Are you in trouble?¨

You attempted to give him your best warm smile.

¨When am I not in trouble, Thatchy?¨

The next day when you were saying goodbye to your family, everyone was there, even the Fire-Fist boy.

 Everyone but the person you needed the most to be there. 

Every Commander hugged you tight, saying that if you ever decided to come back, your chair among them would be waiting. 

You tried to hold your tears in the beginning, but that became an impossible task. 

Pops held you close to his chest and suffered with you, for he knew the sacrifice you were about to make. And even a man like him couldn´t avoid it. 

His voice roared through the four Blues when he declared, loud and clear, that you were his daughter and would be forever a Whitebeard pirate. 

¨I love you guys. I love you, Pops.¨ you looked around, searching for your boyfriend ¨I guess he´s not coming, so... tell Marco I will always love him.¨ 

When you stood alone on the seashore, you waited. You waited until the Moby Dick disappeared on the horizon. You waited for Marco to have a change of heart and fly over to you, saying that he loved you and he would miss you.

But he never did.

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What happened was that you were a little rusted.

You got tired faster and weren´t as agile as before. So you preferred to keep yourself out of the line of fire, where you would disturb more than help. Your job was to back up the Division Commanders and make sure they would keep a clean path for Ace´s brother. 

You wanted to be thrilled with the adrenaline of a battlefield, but you were scared. Every time Whitebeard stopped and put his hand on his chest, you feared. 

That was the reason why you turned yourself in in the past, the reason why you didn´t ask him to fight for you.

He saved as much energy as possible for this war, but you knew he had started to die the minute he disconnected himself from the life support. 

¨What are you up to, old man?¨ you mumbled to yourself.

Before you could do or think anything else, a sharp scream took your attention. Kizaru hit Marco with laser beams, and you noticed another Marine Officer approaching him with sea stone cuffs. 

You grabbed a gun and ran towards them. Even rusted, you were incredibly fast. With an impulse, you jumped and grabbed Marco by the collar, shooting the marine with Haki-imbued bullets. 

But again, too late.

Perhaps years ago, you would have been able to prevent this from happening, but at that moment, all you could do was get him out of Kizaru's sight, causing his laser to hit you in the thigh. 

You turned in the air, changing your position so that he fell on you when you landed. In that battle, his life was worth more than yours, and it was your duty to offer support to the Commanders - your Commander, especially. His body had already gone through a lot of stress, and the sea stone handcuffs prevented him from using his powers.

You tried to muffle the scream when you hit the floor. 

¨You ok?¨ you asked.

With so much of a glimpse he put himself to his feet, ignoring you and the blood he spilled before running back to the mess. 

From that moment on, the situation got really bad, really quick. You went berserk, killing the marines like a freaking calamity. Your thigh was gushing blood, deep gashes covered your body, and your heart was torn apart. 

Because despite all of your effort and sacrifice, the mission failed.

You didn´t see what had happened, but the person you were supposed to rescue, Ace, the Second Division Commander, was dead on the floor. And his brother was having a breakdown.

Ace had a peaceful smile on his face, and you thought that it would have been nice to get to know him better.  From the days you shared a cell, you understood why Pops wanted to keep him. He was a pretty nice guy, after all. 

                                                            ☩

¨And how did you end up here?¨ Ace asked you.

¨Remember the solo mission thing?¨ he nodded, and you gave him a ´ta-dah face. 

Suddenly, he got pale.

¨This... This is where you´ve been for the past two years? Why?¨

You hummed, pondering over your words.

¨I know things about the World Government that I shouldn´t. And when they found out, I got an ultimatum... I could turn myself in, or they would have thrown a buster call on us.¨

¨Y-You sacrificed yourself? But you know Pops could have handled it, right? We all could have handled it.¨

You smiled at him, deciding not to tell him the ugly truth. 

The World Government knew about your knowledge regarding the Ancient Weapons and the National Treasure of Marie Geoise for a long time, but they waited to get to you. They waited until they had the perfect chance, and Whitebeard´s illness was just it. 

At the beginning of his illness, he didn´t have the proper medication and life support devices, so he was vulnerable. Still stronger than all of you together but too vulnerable to deal with the Admirals and the CP-Zero.

When you took Whitebeard´s hand and accepted to be his daughter, you swore your loyalty to him, you vowed to protect your family even if it cost your life.

¨Yeah, I guess this one is on me.¨

After listening to everything he had told you, you knew Whitebeard would use the public execution to rescue him. He would not let anyone take another child of his. 

That was the reason why you couldn´t tell Ace about your father´s state - not that he didn´t know, but he could be oblivious. And he would be crushed with guilt if anything happened to your old man. 

¨Hum, but tell me, kid. Any chance the phoenix had already forgiven me?¨

You saw your answer in his awkward look. 

¨He didn´t know about this as well, right?¨ Ace opened and closed his mouth a couple of times ¨He thought you had bailed on us when Pops needed you the most and... he still likes you, Y/N. He´s just hurt.¨

¨Yeah... okay...¨ you whispered.

¨If you´re right... and Pops comes to rescue me, I´ll let everyone know you´re here. And we´ll come to rescue you.¨

Your nose burned with the feeling of crying. Even with his powers restrained by the sea stone cuffs, he was so warm. 

¨Well... I could use another day in the sun.¨ and you sobbed. 

                                                             ☩

But there was no sun. 

There was no sun, and your father, together with Ace and thousands of your allies, were gone. 

And the dream of brewing saké with your family, you did reach it, but couldn´t hold it.

When he opened a crater on the ground, separating him from his crew, you stood beside him, begging him to reconsider 

¨Pops, don´t do this...¨ you whined, choking on your own tears ¨I-I just came back...¨

He looked at you in the eyes and wiped your tears.

¨My daughter...  I´m sorry I failed you.¨ You shook your head and held his huge hand ¨I know you´ll take care of the boys. Your room and your seat remain untouched.¨

You couldn´t say anything else before he threw you on the other side. 

Now the Red Hair Pirates were collecting Whitebeard and Ace´s bodies to assist with the funeral. Jozu scooped you in his amrs and carried you back to the ship as you cried. He walked you to your old room and put you in the bed, leaving without a word. 

Inside of your cabin, you raged, not wanting to accept the fate of things. You punched the walls until your knuckles bled, you cried until your throat hurt and wished to go back in time, when you were in your dirty cell, and Whitebeard was still alive. 

When do you think people die?

When they are shot through the heart by the bullet of a pistol?

When they are ravaged by an incurable disease?

No. It’s when… they are forgotten.

When the sun began to fall, you got up from the cold woodboard and reached the door, making your way to the deck. 

The Commanders and the rest of the crew were scattered around, mourning their losses. The family was falling apart, and this time Pops wasn´t there to glue the pieces back together.

I know you´ll take care of the boys.

His words echoed in your head. 

You watched the hundreds of men injured, bleeding through their wounds and passing out unattended. Where was the man in charge? 

A sudden anger consumed you, and you rushed to his room, kicking the door open. 

¨What the fuck do you think you´re doing?!¨ he didn´t answer, nor did he move. 

Marco looked miserable, sitting on the mattress, leaning forward with both hands on his head. 

You had a lot of emotions going on in your head.

You were happy because you got to hear Whitebeard call you daughter one last time, but you didn´t know how to live in a world where he didn´t. 

You were happy to be with your family again, but it killed you to see them crumbled like that. 

¨Not now.¨ he spoke when you approached with calmer steps. His voice was hushed and broken. 

¨Marco, you have to-¨

¨Get out, yoi.¨

¨No. You are the one getting out and help-¨

¨GET THE HELL OUT, Y/N!¨ he roared.

¨NO!¨ you roared back and pulled him by his collar, facing his teary and red eyes. ¨YOU TURNED YOUR BACK TO ME ONCE, BUT I WON´T LET YOU DO THE SAME TO THEM!¨

You let go of him and shed heavy tears.

¨You have thirteen Commanders and hundreds of men out there who need you. So suck it and step in.¨ you said with gritted teeth. 

¨They can handle themselves, yoi.¨ he grumbled.

You scowled

¨Is this how far your loyalty goes?¨ he clenched his fists ¨Pops offered you a seat on his side, and you took it! NOW USE IT!¨

¨SHUT UP! YOU DON´T KNOW THE THINGS WE´VE BEEN THROUGH, Y/N!¨ he marched towards you, stopping a few inches from you and yelling in your face ¨You have no idea the things we´ve lost, the things I have lost!¨

¨I do know!¨ you pushed his chest ¨I have always known, but you didn´t! You didn´t because you´re Marco, the Phoenix! And you´re great! Great rare, mythical Devil Fruit. Great First Division Commander. YOU. ARE. GREAT.¨ you sobbed, helpless ¨But being great didn´t make you confident, it made you spoiled. It made you forget what loss feels like. And now you lost. We lost.¨

He let himself fall on the mattress again, head down, tears dropping on his ragged pants. 

¨So you don´t get to drown yourself in commiseration, Marco. You don´t get to sit here, feeling sorry for yourself.¨ your voice came out weak ¨They need you. I... need you.¨

You watched him for a couple of minutes but seeing that he wouldn´t move, you sighed, ready to leave the room and do his job. 

¨I hated you, yoi.¨ Marco said before you could leave..

¨I know.¨ you whispered and leaned against the door. 

More tears fell. 

Two years in Impel Down were not enough to break you, but that... that was a difficult hit to take. 

¨All these years, I hated you every single day.¨ 

¨I know.¨ 

¨Even when I thought you were dead, I hated you.¨

¨I know.¨

¨And when Pops told me what you did for him... I hated myself.¨ 

The both of you broke down. 

¨I know, Marco.¨

You turned slowly and walked to him, sitting by his side, laying your head on his shoulder. 

His shaky hands held yours, and you weakened, feeling the touch you missed so much.

¨I can´t do this, Y/N.¨

¨Yes, you can.¨ you touched his face gently, so he would look at you ¨We can.¨

You slipped to the floor, holding each other in your arms, hoping that the tears would wash away the pain, the guilt, and regret. 

[baeklooming-day]

April Breeze | Baekhyun

Lines 2. "Hey, hey, calm down. They can't hurt you anymore." and 43. "I feel like I can't breathe."

Summary: There is this boy who is too shy, but also too in love with you to not try to get your attention. Even if it means forgetting how to breathe.

Feat. wingman bff Chanyeol

Genre: Good boy!AU, Bad girl!AU, fluffish fluff, extremely shy Baek

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: This is probably the most innocent Baek I have ever written oml

"Look, it's Y/N."

"Y/N is so beautiful. I wish I looked like that."

"Yeah, because only her looks are good, her personality leaves a lot to wish for."

"Be quiet! She will hear you."

"So what?"

"The last person who royally pissed her off ended up with an almost broken nose."

"Seriously, why is she even so popular..."

You walked through the school hallway, pretending to not hear any of the comments the other students present there were making about you.

It actually always amused you to be honest, them thinking that you couldn't really hear their whispering whilst you were passing by.

Little did they know, you had a remarkable hearing sense.

But even despite that, some of them weren't particularly trying to keep their comments quiet, so you would be able to hear them nonetheless even if your ears weren't that good to tell the truth.

Still, for some reason they were thinking that their voices couldn't reach you.

Well. Not that what people were thinking and saying about you was something that you considered particularly important anyway.

You tugged your soft hair behind your ear, revealing a dangling long earring made of pearls, a noticeable piece of jewelry which you liked wearing the most.

As you approached your locker to take a book for your next class, you noticed a little note being glued to it.

A little note, this time the paper was in a shape of a heart and in a pastel pink color.

This time, because it was what felt like the thousandth note in that April which you found on your locker.

»You are beautiful«, the note said.

You smiled involuntarily. At the beginning you completely ignored it not taking any of these seriously, but with time as the notes kept appearing with always sweeter messages, you were slowly starting to wonder who was hiding behind them.

Of course only out of simple curiosity.

You gently peeled the note off of your locker and threw it in your bag, taking your book and walking away in the direction of your classroom.

You did it all automatically, not being aware of your surroundings, or more like of WHO was in your surroundings in that moment.

If only you paid a little attention to your right, you would have noticed a boy in a pastel yellow hoodie, pretending to look for something in his own locker, whilst in reality he was trying to stop himself from blushing madly and see your reaction all at the same time.

You disappeared way too quickly for him to properly look at you, leaving him with only a sight of your back when you walked away with your book.

His dreamy brown eyes followed your figure, slowly disappearing in the distance of the hallway.

Just when you disappeared completely behind the next corner, the boy let out a sigh.

"I feel like I can't breathe."

"Ya, Baekhyun, do you need some fresh air? Seriously, you have been in love with Y/N for what feels like forever, it would be about time to make her aware of your existence." Said a loud deep voice.

Baekhyun, who was still looking like a human resemblance of a tomato with his flaming cheeks, looked at his friend who appeared next to him with pain in his eyes. "Listen Chanyeol, not everyone is so outgoing like you."

Chanyeol gave him a disapproving look. "But leaving her your love notes everyday, sure." He paused. "Is it because of what happened on Valentines Day this year?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Baekhyun said, finally closing his locker.

He didn't want to either talk or let alone think about what happened back then, when thinking that he finally found the courage to talk to you in person and ask you to be his valentine, scarlet roses in his hand each one of them with a love note attached to it with an equally scarlet ribbon, that one popular and extremely mean boy from your parallel class who had a big crush on you somehow found out his plan.

In conclusion, the roses which were supposed to be given to you disappeared in mysterious circumstances during the lunch break, whilst Baekhyun himself ended up shivering outside in the cold winter air, completely soaked in ice cold water which had been poured right on him from the window, it wasn't even necessary contemplating who thought of doing this.

Ever since then, he decided that it would be better to just admire you from afar, seeing that his actions were attracting everyone else's attention but yours.

That decision lasted only for so long though, when during the following months he found himself helplessly falling even more for you, finally starting to stick little love notes to your locker, hoping for not even knowing what.

"Look, of course I wouldn't love anything more than Y/N somehow noticing me... But I don't want to have all that delinquent squad from class one after me again." Baekhyun said.

"Hey, hey, calm down. They can't hurt you anymore." The taller boy reassuringly put his hand on his friend's shoulder. He paused for a moment, before cheerfully continuing. "Well, you know that I'm good friends with a dude who is friends with Y/N's brother and, you know, I just accidentally heard that she likes cherry blossoms and chocolate oat milk." He informed his friend with a knowing smile appearing on his face.

Baekhyun looked at him a little confused. "And why are you telling me that?" He asked.

"Well." Chanyeol smiled even wider now. "Having all this information and knowing that it's April and cherry trees are blooming, isn't it just the perfect position to FINALLY ask Y/N out on a date?"

"Um-"

"Of course it is! And YOU my dude, are going to use it!"

"I am?"

"Yes you are!" Chanyeol suddenly looked all serious. "Tomorrow it's Saturday, and now you have a free period, so that leaves you with about forty five minutes until Y/N comes back from her class." He quickly glanced at the watch on his wrist. "I have to run to my practice now, but I believe in you!"

"What? Chanyeol-"

But before Baekhyun could say anything else, his tall friend was already leaving through the door.

Alone the thought about having your dazzling bright eyes looking at him made him forget how to breathe, but instead of covering his flaming cheeks and shaking it off, he pulled out a piece of paper from his bag, pausing for a moment to think before his hand started to scribble words on it on its own.

The time flew unexpectedly quickly, but you were more than grateful for that, given that all you dreamed of doing right now was to leave those books in your locker and make yourself on your long awaited way home.

You approached the lockers, immediately noticing a new note being glued to yours.

You put your bag on the ground, taking the note off and reading the words written on it.

»All the cherry blossoms seem to be blooming just for you. But you are the loveliest of them all. When I see you it's like an April breeze.«

You would never admit it, but sometimes even something as simple and cheesy as that could leave some effect on you.

You smiled to yourself.

"Who the freak could you be" You said.

"Do you want to know?" Asked a sweet voice, coming right from behind you.

You immediately turned around, being met with a sight of a boy in a pastel yellow hoodie, nervously fidgeting with a blue pen which he was holding in his hands.

It looked as if he had some visible difficulty looking you in the eyes, instead focusing on some random point on the lockers behind you.

His full cheeks were tinted always more and more in a dark blush, and when he finally met your eyes, all he managed to do was to open and close his mouth like a goldfish breathing underwater.

"I... um..." The boy stuttered. "I..."

"You?" You asked impatiently.

As you took a closer look at him, you were sure that you already spotted him somewhere around your school, however you couldn't link him to any particular class or to anyone you knew.

"I, well..."

"Are you alright? Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked a little bit concerned, given that he looked as if he was about to pass out right where he was standing.

The boy slid the pastel yellow hood off of his head, revealing his fluffy light hair. "Because, um..." He paused for a brief second. "When I see you it's like an April breeze." He said quietly.

It took you a moment to realize what he just said, looking at the love note in your hand and at his flushed face.

"It's you!" You exclaimed, making him almost jump in surprise at your sudden loud remark. "You are the one who has been leaving me all those notes the entire time!"

You observed the always present blush on his cheeks, taking the opportunity to acknowledge his cute face, with soft locks of light hair falling gently on his shy brown eyes.

No way that someone who wrote such beautiful words meant just for you, was now completely frozen and startled in your presence, not knowing what to say.

"What is your name?" You asked in a softer tone.

The boy's eyes lit up. "Baekhyun."

"Baekhyun." You repeated.

If only you knew what you were doing to him by saying his name, a thousand of butterflies dancing in his stomach and a pounding heart which was nearly exploding.

You already figured that he apparently was the super shy type, so instead of waiting for him to finally get to his point, you proceeded talking. "Did you want to ask me a question?"

Apparently your own question did something, noticing how he immediately straightened and tried to maintain the eye contact with you. "Yes. I have been meaning to ask you, if..." A brief pause again. "If you would like to watch blooming cherry trees with me?" The question was soft and quiet, but enough for you to hear it clearly.

"When?" You asked, trying to suppress a chuckle.

"Tomorrow." He replied decisively. "Tomorrow at four."

"Alright. But under one condition." You said. "Give me your number."

"Wha-" He looked at you, flabbergasted. "Oh, yes, of course!"

The two of you took out your phones, giving them to one another to type in your numbers.

"Well, alright." You said, flashing him one of your rarest and brightest smiles, noticing how his cheeks went red all over again. "I will see you tomorrow, then." You tugged your hair behind your ear. "Baekhyun."

With that, you turned around and directed yourself to the exit, leaving the shy boy behind you with a pounding and jumping heart, sparkles glistening in his brown orbs.

And thinking that there you were, sure that all the shy boys were too afraid of talking to you.

You left the school building continuing to involuntarily smile to yourself, letting an unexplainable happy feeling consume you.

Sometimes things that you would never expect to happen, do happen in the least expected moments.

A/N: leave me your thoughts!! reblogs are always welcomed 💫

and also i really don't know what to think about this story myself lmao

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Could you do 40 and 59 with Taza? It could be were he comes home while the reader is making a cake or any dessert and it leads to some smutty time! ❤️

Author comment: English is not my first language, sorry for grammar mistakes!

Prompts:

40. “What if I put chocolate on you?”

59. “I'm pregnant?” “What?” “I'm kidding, but I want a baby”.

Spend your free day at the rancho is simply perfect.

You wake up early, taking some time to see how Taza continues sleeping peacefully, leaving caresses on his hair. Your head is resting on the pillow, a leg around his waist and his arms tangled wrapping your body, next to him. Before the alarm starts to sound, you put it off 'cause you know how much he hates waking up with that horrible song. Leaving the phone away on the nightstand, you give him dearly kisses all around his sleepy face, knowing that he's waking up when you hear some whinings, pushing you closer to him.

“Buenos días, mi amor”. (Good morning, my love). You say in a whisper, with a soft smile on your lips.

“Llama a Bishop y dile que estoy muriéndome”. (Call Bishop and tell him I'm dying). He replies with a sigh, opening his eyes.

“It's your free day, Che”. Rolling your eyes, you bury your lips on his neck continuing there with the kisses. “What if you feed the horses, while I make breakfast, uh?”

“What if they wait and I fuck my beautiful wife, uh?” You laugh shaking your head, resting it again back to the pillow.

“Feed the horses, I'll make breakfast”.

“I want the divorce”. He says, watching carefully as you get out of bed, naked.

“You sure?” You ask raising an eyebrow, taking his shirt from the floor to wear it. He's lying on the mattress, with one elbow nailed to it and his chin resting on the palm of his hand.

“Ni muerto nos divorciaríamos”. (Not even dead we would divorce).

You walk through the rustic hallways on your way to the kitchen, with a craving of pancakes. Quick and easy recipe. While the coffee maker is on the fire, with the delicious smell flooding the house, you look for all the ingredients you need. Flour, eggs, milk... All on the worktop. It takes you less than thirty minutes to have everything ready, even the melted chocolate served on top of the pancakes. Taza is on time too.

On the kitchen island, he finally finds the breakfast sitting next to you. He drinks from his mug, staring at you as the man in love he is.

“What? Is it cold?” You ask then a little confused.

“No it's perfect. I just was thinking...” After leaving the coffee next to yours, his warm hand runs your tight slowly, starting to give you some kisses on the neck. “What if I put some chocolate on you?”

You're smiling like an idiot, feeling the tickle he provokes you with the minimal touch. He know that has that power and how he should use it.

“Che, we have to talk”.

The caresses stop. He takes some seconds to incorporate on the stool. He frowns confused, 'cause those words never bring anything good. He's staring at you waiting.

“I'm pregnant”.

“What?” His face is a fucking poem and you're pretty sure he is about to have a heart attack.

“I'm kidding, but I want a baby”. This is like a roller coaster to him, who is trying to say something but he doesn't have enough words to express himself. “You know... We have never had this ‘talk’, but I would like us to have a family”.

“But we already have”. He says a little bit in panic. “With... horses, cows, chickens...”

“C'mon, Taza! That's not a family”.

“Mi amor, we fuck like damn rabbits. And you've had never got pregnant. Don't you think my age has something to do with it?”

“It's not because of you. I have a IUD”. You confess having a sip of your coffee.

“Sorry, what?” He shakes his head wanting not to have heard that. “Since when?”

“Since four years ago. You were... a little bit drunk, talking with Tranq and Bishop about having children, god knows why. And you said that, and I quote, ‘never ever in my fucking life I would have one of those demons’, so... I called my doctor”. Your husband is freaking out in silence. He cross his arms at the same time he rubs his nape heavily.

“You have to be kidding me”. You know he's angry by the look he gives you. With pursed lips and shaking the head slowly, you let him know that you're not.

“The idea of losing you, if I ever told you that I was pregnant, scared me more than anything”. You're trying to justify yourself, but everything is getting worse with every word.

“The fuck you think I am, (Y/N)? Even if I didn't want kids, if you tell me you're pregnant, I'm gonna be the father I have to be. And I would be delighted, 'cause is my fucking kid”.

“You sounded so sure that...”

“I was fucking drunk, c'mon!” He gets up of the stool, walking away some steps, turning you his back. “Shit, this has to be a fucking joke”.

The man take his phone of the pocket, typing something before put it on his left ear.

“Hey, brother... Nah, 'am good... Yea', she's too. Listen, I need tomorrow free too... I'll tell you on friday... Yea', sure, everything is ok, no worries. Gracias, hermano”.

You're trembling about to cry, knowing that he was talking with Bishop. And you're hoping he didn't ask for that to call the lawyer and really get divorce. He sighs leaving the phone on the worktop, supporting his waist there staring at you upset.

“Che, I'm sor...”

“Call your fucking doctor”.

“... What?”

“Call your fucking doctor and tell him to... take off that shit”.

You're confused, turning on your stool to be in front of him. You're not understanding what is going on.

“And I wan'it done before tonight”.

“So... you want to... have a baby?” You frowns, getting up to walk towards him But he doesn't say anything, turning his head to nearest window. “Why did you ask for the day off?”

“You want a baby? I'm gonna give you a fucking litter”. Taza replies with an impassive grimace. “And tomorrow, we're gonna stay in the bed all day”.

A smile start to grow on your face, even if you can't believe that this is happening. Having a family with him is one of the things you want the most. And knowing he wants the same makes you the most happy on earth. You hug him, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his chest. Che leaves a kiss on your head, supporting his chin there.

“I don't know why you believe anything that I say when I'm drunk. I don't even remember my name”. He clicks his tongue, pushing himself away some inches enough to look at you.

“I'm sorry...”

“Don't do it something like that again, ok? There are no secrets between us”.

“And I promise this is the only thing I have hidden you, since we met”. You add just in case. “What if... you give me a preview of tomorrow?”

You don't have to ask again. He's gonna do it delighted. Grabbing your hand, he guides you back to your room, throwing you to the bed so he can takes off his shirt. You do the same, being fully naked letting him some seconds to enjoy the views, before gets between your legs. He's to anxious and angry, devouring your lips without giving you the option to play. Che thrusts his hardness inside you, making you arch your back because of the pleasure. Mostly you two prefer to take your time, pleasing the other and enjoying every moan. But not this time.

The frantic movement his waist does drive you crazy, diggind his fingers on your hips to make sure you don't move more than necessary. One of your hands is tangled on his hair, pushing him closer, while the other scratches his back with every pound that makes you cry out his name as he loves.

“Tomorro' night, you won' be... able to walk, 'you hear me?” He growls against your lips, catching your lower lip between his teeth in a strong bite before kiss you.

Every time he drowns his cock inside you, so angry and rubbing your clit slightly, feels like you could touch the sky. You can't never get bored or tired of him, being needy all day. No matter how many time he takes to please you, or wich position he choose. Everything he does, he does for you. The moves begin to be faster, harder, continues. He doesn't need to hear you say that you're about to cum, 'cause he knows pretty well your body and every reaction it makes.

His teeth dragging the skin of your neck, leaving a wet bite on your collarbone, while he forces you to put your legs around his waist. That lets him thrusts you deeper, making his moans get louder to your own pleasure.

“Fuck, mi amor... You're always so tight...” Those words sounds like the sweetest melody to you, feeling how the tickles grow in your low belly.

You push him next to you with your legs wrapping strongly around him. Che loves your face when you're about to have an orgasm because of him. The fingers of one of his hands grab your neck, by the time his free arm takes your body into his.

“Cum for me, mi amor”. He asks you directly over your lips.

Your eyes are on his when your back arches for inertia, feeling that delicious sensation flooding your body, with the name of your husband being cried out. One of the best thing of live out of town is that no one can hear how noisy you are. But he doesn't stop until you're able to feel how he empties between your legs with the same fury he's fucking you. Taza's moans are the best with difference. You love hear him falling apart with every caress you make him, no matter when or where.

Your legs are trembling, resting now on the mattress, but you don't want him to pull himself out. The warm his body gives you it's everything for you, and he likes how soft you're skin is, leaving some caresses on it. His lips finds yours, a little bit tired and your breath shaking.

“What if you bring breakfast here?”

“I made it”. You complain between laughs.

“But I'm gonna give you a baby. Or two. Or three... Who knows?”

“And I'm gonna carry it for nine months”.

Taza growls 'cause he know that you have won. But, before he can pushes away himself, you wrap his waist with one leg getting him deeper inside you.

“Shit, baby...” You gasp biting your lips for a moment. He chuckles softly. “Don't fucking move until I tell you, Che!”

“Feels good...?

“As always”.

[bubble-tae]

Just One More

Genre: established relationship, fluff?

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Warning: mentions throwing up

WordCount: 1.8k

reposted from old account w/ a little editing done grammar wise :)

Jin knew by your third shot that your initial idea of you driving home was out the window. It was only 11:15, and you were already slurring the lyrics to your favorite song that played from the tv speakers. It had been a while since you have been to a house party, and the thought of being able to finally let loose with your and Jin’s friends overpowered you. Stumbling your way from the bathroom, after one of your many pee-breaks that night, Jin decided that it might be time to take you home. You fell into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. He caught you, hands falling to your waist to keep you upright.           “Jinnniiiiiie,” you whined at him, the smell of various liquors apparent on your breath, “come dance with me, baby. We never get to dance anymore.”           Even when wasted, he couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you looked when you pouted at him, eyes glossy and full of adoration. He hated dancing when it wasn’t choreographed, thought his arms always looked like confused snakes, but he would have taken you to dance in a heartbeat. If he thought you could stand on your own, that is. You continued to pucker your bottom lip at him, willing to pull out all the stops if it meant getting him out into the open space in the living room. He brought his one thumb up to pull at your lip, making you giggle.           “I think it might be better if we head home.” He said. You grunted and tried to pull away, causing you to stumble over your own feet before reaching back out to him to steady yourself. You squeezed his shoulders and laughed.           “Big shoulder boy is no fun tonight. Party pooper Jin. Suck-Jin.” You booped his nose, “that’s you.” “Hey!” he yelled in mock defense “Am I still going to be Suck-Jin when I’m taking care of your drunk ass tomorrow? Cleaning your puke off our bathroom floors?” “I’m not even that drunk. I only had a few drinks. And like… five shots, but I’m NOT drunk.” Your hands were on his face now, squishing his cheeks until his lips puckered out. You pulled him closer to yours and gave him a quick peck. It was all that he needed to be grinning from ear to ear. He rolled his eyes, knowing that he lost this round. “One dance. ONE!” he held up his index finger knowing you might try and get a couple more dances out after. You jumped up and down clapping your hands together, letting out little excited squeals as he guided you more into the center of the room. No one else was dancing, just sort of shuffling from foot to foot, but Jin couldn’t take you to a party and expect you not to bust a move like no one was watching. It was one of the things that made him love you even more, watching your anxieties slip away for the sake of a good time. When you made it to your desired dancing spot, an R&B song with a slow tempo began to play. You quickly fell into the rhythm. Well, you thought you did anyway. To Jin and the others around you, you were a flailing mess who may as well have been listening to a different song entirely. Jin followed your movements anyways, the both of you laughing as he spun you around. He knew you’d likely forget this moment by tomorrow, but Jin would keep this memory in his back pocket forever. There was something so freeing in being around you, as if nothing else in the world mattered but the two of you. Maybe that was a dangerous way of thinking, but on nights like these he didn’t care, not if it kept that bright and happy look on your face. When the song was over, you were still laughing, trying to pull him back to keep dancing as he ushered you away. “No, Jin, one more. Pleeeeease?” you began to whine again. Jin didn’t look at you, continuing to smirk as he made his way to the front door. It was at this point that your vision started to blur, making it nauseating to look at anything. You tried closing your eyes to compose yourself, but the pain in your stomach told you the next few moments were going to be rough. “Jin” you muttered out. You needed a bathroom and quick. “Let’s not fight about this Y/N, you’ll thank me later.” He said to you. He was trying his best to be a good boyfriend and do what was best for you, but if he didn’t realize what you needed quick, he’d have all the evidence of your fun night on his new shoes. “No,” you gripped on his arm and planted your feet firmly on the ground, making him stop. He saw your pale face and knew what was to come. He was rushing you back through the house before you even finished saying “bathroom”. Unfortunately, part of your stomach’s contents made it on your shirt before you got to the toilet, burning your throat as the liquor made its way back up. Through each burp, you tried to tell Jin he didn’t have to stay, but he kept shushing you as he continued to rub your back. After puking into the toilet, you let your head hang there for a second, slight embarrassment lingering in the forefront of your mind. Jin pulled your hair out of your face and placed toilet paper in your hand. You wiped your mouth and flushed the toilet, raising your eyes to meet his. He was sat on the floor with his back leaning against the wall. The contrast between the two of you was obvious; him in his soft pink cardigan and you, covered in your vomit. He always had a way of looking beautiful no matter where he was. “You look like you wanna kiss me, and I’m going to be honest, it’s a hard pass from me.” He said to you, always trying to make you smile when you were at your lowest. You looked down at the stain on your shirt, and even though everyone probably knew you were puking in the bathroom, you were anxious about walking out with it all on display like this. Jin saw the worry in your eyes and stood up. “Give me your hands, baby,” he said to you, “let’s get up and rinse your mouth out. You can wear my cardigan on our way out to the car.” You took his hands as he pulled you onto shaky legs. Once cleaned up and donning his warm sweater, he placed his hands around your waist and led you to the car. It felt like one of the longest car rides of your life, each bump and turn making you wish you had a spit bucket or some bag with you just in case. Your head was killing you, and you thought of was how good it would feel to lay in your bed. When you finally made it back to your shared apartment, you felt like the whole world was closing around you. You vaguely remember Jin parking the car and asking if you were okay to walk, but you didn’t fully come to your senses until Jin placed you into bed. Jin struggled to get you changed from your clothes and into your pajamas as you weren’t much help, one of your limbs feeling like they were full of lead. Being in bed felt like being in the ocean, your head spinning as you tried to force yourself into sleep. At some point, you felt Jin’s arms find their way around your body. You turned around slowly, not wanting to upset your stomach, and snuggled into his chest. Apologizes will come in the morning, but for now, you just wanted to focus on the rise and fall of his chest and his fingers rubbing little circles on the small of your back. He placed a small kiss on your forehead as you drifted off to sleep. When morning came, all you could do was groan and bury your face into the pillow. Your arms reached out to the space next to you, feeling the cold sheets where Jin usually lay. Last night consisted of frequent tossing and turning, as well as some strange dreams of Jin being mad at you for the previous night. They were just dreams, but you wanted the comfort and reassurance of him by your side. Legs still too wobbly to move, you were forced to stay in bed until he came back into the room from whatever he was doing elsewhere in the apartment. You were almost back to sleep by the time you heard the padding of his feet down the hall towards the bedroom. Your head turned towards the door just as he was making his way through it, a frown was ever-apparent on your face. He let out a giggle, his bright appearance almost enough to make you smile. Jin made his way over to the bed when you spread your arms open, just wanting him to hold you. “What?” he started to say, crawling into bed to hover over you, “Party too hard?” You groaned, knowing this was just the start of all the teasing for today. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he continued, “I mean that’s saying a lot since you did almost get tequila puke all over me.” He brushed your hair away from your face, pausing on your cheek to give you a playful pinch. You whined and brushed his hand away. “It’s too early for your shenanigans, let me sleep a little more before you start to mock me.” You tried to push him off you, but he kept you down and began covering you in kisses, feigning disgust but not doing much to stop him. His breath was still minty, and his lips soft as they pressed against your cheeks, forehead, and last on your lips. When he finished, you pulled him down into a hug, hoping it would be enough to make him stay in bed today. He lifted his head from the crook of your neck. “Come on, it’s already almost noon,” he said and placed one more kiss on your cheek before attempting to get up. You pulled him down again, earning a loud “yah!” from Jin. “Let’s have a lazy day. You, me, and this big bed.” You motioned to the space around, closed your eyes, getting yourself comfier under the covers. There were house chores not done, groceries not bought, and online friends Jin promised he’d play games with, but that sleepy look on your face was almost intoxicating. He rolled over you and onto the space next to you. Your smile was wide and infectious, and you couldn’t help but pull him into another tight hug. He placed one hand on your thigh, the other playing with your hair, all while humming a sweet melody. He loved you, probably more than he could ever put into words. Screw chores, they could wait for tomorrow. Today was for you and him. “Fine,” he sighed, “but only if you stop calling me Suck-Jin.”