#i think i’ll make a start after lunch. yesterday i started right after breakfast but i didn’t actually get anything done until like noon

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I so badly do not want to do my homework omg. But who else is going to do it? Nobody

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Ho! I loooooooveeee your actor toji fics! Is it possible to get added to the taglist? Thank you ~

Also an idea: a bts scene of reader getting sick on set(perhaps even collapsing) due to fatigue and toji taking care of them- I feel like that'd be such a hit ship moment irl :D

thank you for liking my fics <3 you can be added to the tag list 🩵.

and omg yeah i love that idea of reader overworking themselves and toji looking after them :’). and yeah i didn’t make it a behind the scenes clip i made a short fic abt it bc i do not know when to stop.. like give me an idea and i will fly away w it like a bird liek..i don’t even think this is what you asked for srsly…i hope you don’t mind (but i’ll add it to my tojiyn headcanons hehe)

cw: actor toji x actress reader, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, swearing, petnames (‘kid’, ik people don’t like this one but i think it’s so sweet & so toji :)), collapsing, mentions of skipping meals/not eating, poor sleeping habits, feelings of loneliness & inadequacy, crying, toji taking care of reader, i made this way more angsty than you asked sorry :(

wc: 2k+

you dragged yourself through the doors of the studio, immediately bombarded by directors, stylists, scrip writers and other cast members on your way to the dressing room, only fuelling your fatigue and stress.

sleep was a foreign concept at this point. five hours at most. so were healthy, filling meals - the last time you ate was yesterday at noon, and for breakfast today all you had was a cup of coffee, not helping your nervous, exhausted state.

admittedly, you were not doing very well. you felt that your acting was subpar and you felt lonely and isolated on set. while everyone went with their friends for a break or lunch, you sat by yourself in your dressing room, your only company being the silence.

sure, toji was also on set too, but he played a very minor role, so he wasn’t always there. and even when he was sometimes, he would hang out with the other crew members, which wasn’t a problem of course, but it did sting a little when he chose them over you.

you just felt so lonely, anxious and quite frankly upset at yourself and the circumstances you find yourself in.

there are a few knocks at your dressing room door and you weakly tell them to come in.

toji peeks is head in. “hey, kid. we start in five..” he takes a look at your weary face, dark eye bags prominent even through the makeup the stylists caked on and the frown on your lips and just knows something is wrong.

“are you ‘right?” he asks quietly, like you’re a deer who’s about to run away at the slightest of sounds.

“yes, i’m fine.” you lie, a voice in the back of your mind wishing he’d just ignore you like everyone else on this damn set does.

“‘you sure? ‘cause you don’t look-”

“i said im fine! just get out.” you snap, heart beating and breathing heavily at your own outburst.

fuck. you didn’t mean to say that.

but toji doesn’t look offended. he just nods and walks away footsteps fading as you put your head in your hands and sob.

so there you are, acting in front of the camera with your colleague in a scene where toji appears in too and you just seem off. everyone assumes it’s just not your day today and they’re not exactly wrong. you lines were slightly forced, tired and you were jittery and clearly apprehensive, like you didn’t even want to be here.

“cut!” the director calls out, more than annoyed with your behaviour. it was the sixth take and you’re really trying to make it believable, but it’s futile.

“this is the sixth take _____. this is ridiculous. get your act together. let’s take five.”

you look down at your shoes, face hot and chest thudding with embarrassment due to the director calling you out in front of everybody. tears well up in your eyes and you sigh, blinking them away as everyone starts talking again, walking away leaving you standing there like an idiot.

it all becomes too much for you. your empty stomach, oncoming headache, exhausted body, dry mouth, furrowed eyebrows, sweaty palms-

you let your script fall out of your hand as you stumble off the green screen, trying to get to your room before a hand is grabbing your arm. you turn around and it’s toji again.

“hey..” he leans down slightly to your height, scanning you over once. “you don’t look so good, _____-”

you shrug him off, vision becoming blurred with black static and limbs heavy and shaky. “i-i jus’ need to go. to my..uhm-” you stop, rubbing a hand down your face harshly. “i just-”

and then there is black.

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you come to and realise that you are laying on your dressing room couch, staring up at the ceiling. reaching up, you feel a wet, cool cloth on your head. you take it off. still fuzzy and body essentially lethargic, you try to sit up.

“hey, hey, hey.” toji whispers.

oh, toji’s here.

“take it easy.” he helps you sit up on the arm of the couch. he hands you a bottle of water and you drink it like a god.

“wait, what happened?” you ask, still confused and disoriented.

“you fuckin’ fainted that’s what,” he states bluntly. “scared the fuckin’ dogshit outta me.”

“oh.”

toji sits beside you on a chair, looking at you closely. you look down.

“the med team checked you out.” he tells you. “said you fainted, collapsed-whatever the fuck. ‘cos of stress and exhaustion. they even checked your blood sugar and said it was low as fuck.” he pauses. “not dangerously low,” he adds at the sight of your worried expression, “but.. low enough.”

you sigh, falling back on the couch. you think back to how the director shouted at you, how annoyed he was, and how humiliated you felt. tears start to form again and you cover your face with your hands, not wanting to cry in front of toji. you felt like you’ve had enough embarrassment for today.

toji leans forward. “what’s happening with you?”

the way he said it, so soft and concerned, makes the tears fall down and cause sobs to escape your mouth, hiccuped breaths falling from your mouth.

“hey, hey, hey..” toji coos. he reaches to you and makes you sit up again so he can take you into his arms. you let him, sobbing into his shoulder and sucking up all the comfort he gives you. toji’s big hand strokes your hair and the other caresses your back softly.

“shh, sh, sh…” he calms you down a little, you sobs turning into sniffles. he leans back and gives you space but his hands stay planted on your back. “tell toji what’s wrong.”

you hum sadly, looking down and gulping. “i’m..i’m tired. i wanna sleep..”

toji waits for you to continue. he can see you want to say more so he doesn’t hurry you along, he just rubs your back and nods to let you know you’re listening.

“i..” you take a breath, “i dunno what to do..i can’t do this fucking role.. i’m fucking tired half the fucking day and my so called colleagues don’t even like me!” you try to calm yourself down, taking another shaky breath. “and i just feel..lonely all the time..” you cry out the last few words, feeling another sob session coming up and toji pulls you close, letting you ruin his shirt with your tears as he rocks you back and forth in his arms.

“it’s okay, it’s okay..” he coos, resting his face in your hair.

you both stay like that for a few moments, you weeps dying down before toji talks.

“you can play this part, _____. ‘you have any idea how good your are, huh? you can act circles around half ‘these guys.”

you scoff, pulling your lips together. “i dunno about that..”

“‘m serious. _____, you can act, okay? ‘wouldn’t have made it this far if you couldn’t.”

“yeah but..this one’s hard..” you sigh, voice cracking but toji doesn’t let you start again.

“yeah, acting’s hard. but i can help you,” toji cups your wet face with his hands, wiping the tear streaks that paint you face, “we can all help you. the crew, your friends, that bitchass director. i’ll put a gun to everyone’s head to make them fuckin’ help you with this.”

you giggle at his seriousness and he huffs, relieved that you’re relaxing a little.

“they don’t hate you, y’know. everybody on set. the cast. they just think you’re a little shy and quiet. they don’t hate you, okay?” toji reassures you. you nod absentmindedly and he shakes your head from side to side to make you pay attention, making you smile, eyes crinkling even though they’re still tear stricken. “there she is..who the fuck could hate you, huh?”

“ugh, toji.” you roll your eyes, sniffling and rubbing your face. you pull away from him. “ugh..i just want my bed right now.”

“yeah..i know it ain’t my place but told the director that you’re taking a few days off. you need a break, kid.”

you didn’t even argue with him. you couldn’t.

“yeah, i do.” you agree.

suddenly, a loud rumble from your stomach erupts, it was like an earthquake.

toji laughs. “someone’s hungry.”

you groan. “‘m starving. haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“we’re getting you something to eat.” he states, leaving no room for objections.

toji stands, holding his hand out for you to take. you do, his large, calloused hand dwarfing yours as he helps you stand up. “can you walk?”

“i will if there’s food involved.”

“that’s good.” toji chuckles, “how’s takeout sound?”

a/n: had to write a whole fic abt this i apologise 🥸 will add the tag list later i just keep forgetting the users </3

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Off Day

♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky helps comfort you after you’ve had a bad day.

♡ Warnings: fluffy, angst, hurt/comfort, injury to reader, slight self hate, language

A/N: in my perfect world, everyone is still alive because i just can’t handle the truth 🤪

You ever just have a day where nothing goes right?

It started the moment you had woken up, a random sharp pain shooting up your back. The ache causing you to grimace, the pain already putting you off.

You thought to yourself of the possible reasons for the random ache. You had done your normal workout yesterday, having your usual walk through the city. You grabbed coffee with the boys, then went over to Sarah’s. It was all part of your routine.

Giving yourself time to fully wake up, you tried to brush away the pain— determined to move on with your day.

You had showered, gotten dressed and headed to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast. Everything was going smoothly, until it wasn’t.

The coffee maker was acting up. You stood waiting— unplugging and plugging the machine. All your attempts were useless, as the coffee maker still wasn’t working. You went to put your mug away, when all of a sudden the ceramic slipped from your fingers— crashing to the floor.

You reacted by clenching your eyes shut, forcing yourself to take deep breaths. You were trying not to lose it. Were your fingers slippery? You were never this clumsy.

“Just take deep breaths. Everything’s fine.” You muttered to yourself.

Despite your achey back, you got on your hands and knees— cleaning up the mess you made. What a morning.

After helping Tony and Bruce in the lab, you headed back to your room to get ready for lunch. You had made plans with your friend, Elena. You hadn’t seen her in forever, and you both finally made time to see each other.

You took a quick shower, now staring into your closet— trying to decide on what to wear. You didn’t have time to think too hard on your outfit, because your phone vibrating on your dresser got your attention.

Reading the caller ID, you saw it was Elena.

“Hey girl, what’s up?” You answered, walking back over to the closet— phone to ear.

“Hey so um… I don’t think I’ll be able to make it today.” She told you.

Your face instantly dropped, disappointed that you weren’t going to be able to see her. You had really missed her.

“Oh, okay.”

“Are you mad?” Elena hesitantly asked.

“No, not at all. It’s just been a rough day and I was really looking forward to seeing you.” You assured her, trying to keep your tone light.

You really wanted to say, ‘Hey girl, my days been pretty shit so far— I really fucking miss you.’

You heard her sigh in relief over the phone.

“I’m sorry babes, something came up at work and I can’t push it aside. I already have gotten written up twice.” She told you, and you could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

“Damn Elena, what trouble are you getting into?” You joked.

“Absolutely nothing. Just my fists dealing with some sexist workers, that’s all.” She explained so casually.

“Wow, respect.” You hummed proudly.

“Anyways, let’s catch up soon. For now, I gotta go. Love ya!”

“Bye.” You said solemnly, hanging up.

You sat down on the edge of your bed, fiddling with your thumbs. You were frustrated with how everything was turning out for you. You were frustrated with today.

“The universe is punishing you. I’m sure of it.” You mumbled to yourself, slipping on some leggings and a plain red shirt.

You totally skipped the idea of lunch, heading back downstairs to the lab. You just wanted the day to end, so you could start over tomorrow.

The universe was indeed punishing you, as things went from good to bad real quick in the lab.

It was simple really. Tony asked for you to grab a tool. You had blindly stuck your hand in the cabinet, reaching for said tool when all of a sudden you felt a sharp stinging in your hand.

“Ah fuck!” You ripped your hand out, inspecting the damage.

You should’ve been surprised, but how the day had went so far— you didn’t even blink an eye. There was a deep gash in your palm, bleeding freely.

“You okay (Y/n)?” Bruce ran over, worried eyes on you.

You waved him off, trying to hide your hand.

“Yeah, it’s nothing. Just stubbed my finger on something.”

Tony walked up next to Bruce, giving you a look like he knew you were hiding something.

“You sure about that?” Tony pried.

You shook your head, giving them the fakest smile you had.

“Yeah, all good. Excuse me for a second.” You said politely, rushing yourself out of the room.

You weren’t sure what had brought the sudden wave of tears, but you assumed it was all of todays shit finally hitting the fan. Everything that had happened was barely life threatening, and some would say you were being dramatic— but you were mentally fed up with today. All you wanted to do was sleep it off.

You had almost made it to your room, but with your vision blurred with tears— you bumped into a muscular chest.

“Oh, sorry doll— hey, you alright?” Bucky asked you, holding you upright from him nearly knocking you over. He quickly noticed your cheeks glistening from your tears.

Those simple words, ‘You alright?’ triggered something in you, pushing more tears out. You felt pathetic.

“Hey, hey— what’s wrong?” He softly asked again, but he noticed your bloody cradled hand, “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, trying to show that he didn’t have to worry.

“No, I’m fine really just… Not having the best day.” You muttered out, sniffling— feeling ashamed of yourself.

Here was Bucky standing in front of you. He had gone through so much, went through hell, and he was strong enough to still be standing here today. He was incredible.

Then there was you, upset about having an off day.

Yes— it wasn’t a competition, but when you put it into that perspective it sounds bad.

“Let’s stop the bleeding, okay?” He suggested, still holding onto your arms.

“Seriously, I’m fin—”

You suddenly stopped, feeling him take your non injured hand— pulling you towards your room. At last, you had made it to your space.

“Go sit. I’ll grab some supplies.” He told you, and you were in no state to argue.

You didn’t want to have to ask for help, but a part of you really needed to be taken care of. What better person to comfort you than Bucky, he was your rock.

He was back in less than a minute, gauze and medical tape in hand. He kneeled down in front of your perched form, gently taking your bloody hand. He began to clean it as carefully as he could, while in his mind he wondered what had happened.

“You go on a mission I didn’t know about?” He tried to joke, but couldn’t get you to smile.

You shook your head, keeping your gaze on your hand.

“Just had an accident in the lab.”

He nodded and focused back on your hand. Wiping it clean of red— wrapping it with the gauze. He released your hand, letting you cradle it back to yours chest. He plopped down to your left, his weight on the bed making you lean into him.

“You wanna tell me what’s really going on?” He asked, and you furrowed your brows. “I’ve seen you walk away unbothered with worse injuries.”

You were aware he’d caught your admission that you were having a bad day, and a small part of you had wished he’d forgotten. But Bucky being well… him— of course he remembered.

You stayed silent, brain coming up empty with a good lie.

“This can’t be what’s go you so upset,” He motioned to your hand, to which you cradled further into your chest, “What’s going on doll?”

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned your head on his shoulder. To which he leaned his head against yours, patiently waiting for you to talk.

“Just a bad day.” You whispered finally.

He placed his hand on your thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze, rubbing his thumb soothingly.

“Did someone say something to you? Was it Tony?” He questioned, waiting for you to drop a name. He’d be gone in a second, ready to tell off whoever was bothering you.

“No one’s bothering me.”

He relaxed instantly, relived that nobody was messing with you. He moved his head off of yours, turning his body to face you. You slowly faced him too, catching his confused expression.

“Like I said, bad day.” You told him with a shrug.

He frowned at your sad expression, wishing he could take all your frustrations away.

“Is there anything I can do?” He asked you.

Your heart swelled at his gesture. He was always so sweet, so understanding. He was patient with you when he shouldn’t be, he was what got you through the hardest days. He meant so much to you.

“Just snuggle with me.” You told him shyly.

“I can do that!” He exclaimed all excited.

He picked you up, placing you to stand next to the bed. You watched with an amused expression as he got the pillows all aligned. He took the blankets, making a circle with them— almost forming some kind of nest. He placed your build-a-bear teddy in the middle, and stepped back with a smile.

“What do you think?”

You shook your head and laughed, body already feeling lighter— the stress fading away.

“I think you’re a huge dork.” You laughed.

He rolled his eyes, slipping off his shoes and jacket. He plopped down in the middle of the bed, the blankets surrounding him.

“Whatever, now get in here.” He demanded playfully.

You followed shortly, crawling into the blanket nest with him. He leaned back, pulling you with him.

“Thanks Buck.” You mumbled into his chest.

He smiled, giving you a gentle squeeze, rubbing his hands over your back.

“Don’t have to thank me. I’m always here for you.” He told you genuinely.

Your heart swelled, chest warm with adoration. How did you get so lucky?

He held you for awhile, both of you talking occasionally. After a bit, you started getting tired, and ended up falling asleep in his arms.

Bucky smiled to himself, gazing at your sleeping form. Your face was relaxed, your body wasn’t tensed up anymore. He couldn’t stand the fact that you’d had a bad day, and he was glad you looked so peaceful now.

You were so glad to have someone like Bucky to help comfort you when you were having an off day.

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Becoming Mrs. Miller {Part 5: The Surprise} (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, domestic joel, mentions of pregnancy, morning sickness, pregnancy tests (lmk if i missed any)

Summary: You were now Joel Miller’s wife and Sarah’s mom. A few months after the honeymoon, you started to feel pregnancy symptoms. Joel, you, and Sarah were surprised by your pregnancy and they couldn’t be happier with having another family member.

Words count: 2k

A/N: Hi! This is part 5 for Becoming Mrs. Miller. But it can also be read as a standalone. I might finish with one or two more chapters! Stay tuned and hope you like it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

 *Alarm rang*

“Ugh..” You extended your arm to turn off the alarm on the bedside table.

You felt tired even though you had slept for 7 hours. You rubbed your eyes and sat on the bed. Suddenly, you felt your stomach sick. You rushed to the bathroom, opened the toilet lid and threw up. Joel heard you and followed you to the bathroom.

“You okay?” Joel held your hair up.

“I don’t know.” You coughed.

You gagged and threw up again. Joel’s other hand rubbed your back in circles to help you feel better.

“Don’t look. It’s disgusting.” You rubbed your chest.

“Hey..In sickness and in health, remember?” Joel insisted on staying.

You nodded, stood up and flushed the toilet. You went to the sink and brushed your teeth. 

“Why don’t you take a day off? Get some rest.” Joel cupped your cheeks.

“Yeah. I’ll take a sick leave.” You walked to the door.

“Where are you goin’?” Joel stopped you.

“I need to make breakfast for you and Sarah.” 

“I’ll take over this morning. Why don’t you get back to bed and get some sleep? I’ll bring your breakfast over.” Joel guided you back to the bed.

“Thank you.” Joel tucked you in.

Joel went downstairs and made you breakfast. 

“Hey..” Joel stroked your head gently, waking you up.

You opened your eyes and Joel was sitting beside you with a tray of your breakfast.

“You need to eat.” Joel put the tray on the bedside table.

“I don’t think I can eat now. I’m still feeling nauseous. I’ll eat later. Thank you.”

“But don’t skip your meal, okay?” 

“Hmm.” You nodded.

“I’m runnin’ late. I’ll be headin’ to work. Call me if you need anythin’ alright?” Joel kissed your forehead and left.

You slept for a few hours and got up by lunch time. Despite getting more sleep, you still felt fatigued. You ate half of the breakfast Joel made for you and washed the dishes. You opened the fridge to keep the leftovers. 

“Oh my God.” You covered your nose as you couldn’t stand the smell. 

You felt sick again and ran to the bathroom throwing up the food you just ate. You wondered why you were sick. Was there something wrong with the food you ate yesterday? But Joel and Sarah were fine so it must be something else. You kept thinking and thinking. Then you realized your period was late. You checked the calendar and found you had missed your period for two months. You looked in the mirror and looked at yourself. You realized your breasts were swollen and you gained a bit of weight. 

“Oh my God. Am I-? This can’t be right.” You gasped and rushed to the drugstore to buy 5 pregnancy tests.

You went home right away and took the tests. You were shaking while waiting for the tests. 

“Please, please, please.” You folded your hands praying the tests would come out positive. 

Three minutes went by, you closed your eyes and took a stick. You opened your eyes and saw a positive sign. You gasped and quickly grabbed the other sticks. It all came out positive. 

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” You cried in happiness and rubbed your lower belly. 

You wanted to call Joel and share the news but you hesitated. You wanted to tell him face to face so you decided not to call him. You texted him instead.

You: What time will you be home?

Joel: Probably by dinner time. As usual.

You: OK. I’ll make dinner tonight.

Joel: OK. Everything alright?

You: Yep

You couldn’t wait for Joel to be home. You were so excited so you went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. Even though the smell of different kinds of food made you feel sick, you tried your best in making the dinner special.

“Hey mom, feeling better?” Sarah just got home from school.

“Oh hi sweetie. I’m feeling better, thank you.” 

“Need some help?” Sarah offered to help you.

“Yes actually, can you help me cut the onions, please?” You passed the onions to Sarah.

7 pm

“I think your dad is running late.” You and Sarah had waited for one hour and Joel hadn’t arrived home yet.

“Maybe we should just eat.” Sarah started eating and you ate too.

10 pm

You kissed Sarah goodnight and went to the living room. You checked your phone and still no text from Joel. So you decided to wait for him and turned on the TV. You yawned multiple times and were getting sleepy. It was unusual because you usually stay up until midnight but the pregnancy was making you feel tired all the time. You forced yourself to open your eyes but you finally fell asleep unconsciously.

12 pm

Joel was finally home. He opened the door slowly trying not to make any sound. He saw the TV was on and walked to the living room finding you were asleep on the sofa. 

“Hey, baby.” He rubbed your arms gently. 

“Oh, You’re home.” You yawned.

“Did you wait for me?” He looked guilty. You nodded.

“How are you feelin’?” He moved your legs and put them on his lap.

“Better.” You smiled.

“I’m sorry I’m late. The concrete guys were-” Joel wanted to explain but you cut him off.

“Shh. It’s fine. Did you eat?” The fact that he missed his meal worried you more.

“Ate with the guys.” He felt even more guilty and rubbed your feet.

“Great. By the way, I have something for you.” You got excited.

“I let you down and yet you got me a present?” He smiled and kissed you.

“Uh-huh. Close your eyes. Give me your hand.” 

Joel did what you told him. You grabbed one of the positive pregnancy tests you hid in your pocket and put it on his palm.

“Okay. Open your eyes.” You smiled so wide you couldn’t hide your teeth.

“What is-You’re pregnant?!” Joel opened his eyes slowly and saw what was in his hand. 

“Yeah, I think I’m pregnant.” You nodded.

“Baby, I-” Tears streamed down his face and he couldn’t finish his sentences. He pulled you closer, hugged you tightly and stroked the back of your head.

“Thank you, baby.” He kissed your temple and you cried with him.

“You’re going to be a mom!” He held your shoulder and shook you.

“Shh. Sarah’s asleep. I haven’t told her yet.” You laughed and told Joel to calm down.

“She’s gonna be so excited to have a sibling. Let’s tell her first thing in the morning tomorrow.” Joel rested your head to his shoulder.

“I was thinking maybe we could go to the doctor first. Just to make sure.” You didn’t want to disappoint Sarah if the tests were wrong.

“Okay, sure. Anythin’ you want.” Joel hugged you once again.

“I’ll take a day off tomorrow and go with you.” Joel moved his thumb up and down stroking your hand.

Joel suddenly stood up and carried you bridal style. You gasped. 

“I’m not gonna let you move a muscle from now on. I can’t let you work so you’ll need to quit your job. You’ll be working on carrying our baby. I can’t let you work a double.” He smiled and carried you to the bedroom.

“You’re so sweet.” You chuckled.

He laid you down gently on the bed and kissed your forehead.

“I’m gonna take a shower real quick and join you in the bed.”

You were already asleep when Joel finished taking a shower. You gasped and looked down when you felt a movement on your feet.

“What are you doing?” You saw Joel putting wool socks on your feet.

“You need to keep your feet warm, sweetheart.” He continued putting the socks on you and rubbed your feet to keep them warm.

“What did I do to deserve you, Joel?” The hormones were making you cry at his actions.

“Hey, why are you crying?” Joel climbed beside you and pulled you to his chest.

“I don’t know. I just love you so much.” You sobbed.

“I love you too, baby.” Joel kissed your head.

At the hospital

The next morning you and Joel went to the hospital to see an obstetrician. You were shaking while waiting in the waiting room. 

“Hey, you okay? You’re shaking.” Joel held your hand to calm you.

“I’m fine. I’m just nervous. It’s my first time.” 

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here.” He rubbed your back in circles. 

You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Mrs. Miller?” The nurse called your name.

“That’s us.” Joel held your hand and walked to the exam room.

“Good morning. What brings you in today?” The doctor asked as the two of you sat on the chair in front of her.

“I’ve been feeling fatigued and nauseous lately. I took a test yesterday and it came out positive. We want to make sure we’re pregnant.” You took a deep breath.

“Okay, please lay down here and we will take a look.” 

You raised your clothes and unbuttoned your jeans. The doctor poured cold gel on your lower stomach and you flinched. Joel took your hand to his and you squeezed his hand.

“Okay, let’s see. Hmm..” She moved the transducer on your stomach.

“Okay. You see here. This is your baby. Congratulations, you're 7 weeks pregnant.” She wiped the gel on your stomach.

“Oh my God.” You chuckled and cried. Joel kissed your hands.

“I’ll give you some time alone.” The doctor left the exam room.

“We’re gonna need another bedroom, baby.” You rubbed Joel’s arms.

“Don’t worry about it.” Joel assured you.

“Just focus on staying healthy. That’s what matters the most.” He rubbed your hand.

“I love you.” You gave him a kiss.

“I love you more.”

The doctor entered the room after giving you and Joel a moment.

“Okay, so I’ll give you some vitamins. You can get it at the pharmacy downstairs. And here is the sonogram. I printed a few so each of you can have one. I’ll see you next month. Again, congratulations.” The doctor smiled and shook you and Joel’s hands.

“Thank you, doctor.” Joel and you thanked her and walked your way out.

Joel took the sonogram picture and couldn’t stop looking at it. He was more excited than you thought.

“You need to stop looking at it.” You chuckled.

You were already in the car for sometime and Joel still hadn’t started the car.

“Do you think it’s gonna be a girl or a boy?” Joel looked at you.

“Hmm..We have Sarah, so a boy?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Right. I don’t want to be left alone. Sarah’s gonna be so excited.” Joel couldn’t wait to tell Sarah that she was going to be a big sister.

“Let’s go home, Joel.” Joel put the sonogram picture in his wallet and started the car.

“Do you want something you want to eat? We can stop by somewhere before we head home.” Joel wanted you to eat a lot especially now he knew you were carrying his baby inside you.

“Hmm..Pizza?” You squinted your eyes. 

“Okay, mama.” He drove slowly as he didn’t want to hurt you and his baby.

At home

“Where were you guys?” Sarah was confused as the two of you came home.

“Uhm.. We went to get some pizza.” Joel closed the door.

“Without me?” Sarah was getting upset.

“Sarah, sweetie, we need to tell you something.” You asked her to sit on the sofa.

The three of you sat in the living room. Your heart was beating faster and you took a deep breath.

“So..we’re pregnant.” You couldn’t find the words so you just told Sarah the main point.

“What? So does that mean-” Sarah's jaw dropped.

“Yes, babygirl. You’re gonna have a sibling.” Joel added and passed the sonogram to Sarah.

“Are you serious? That’s awesome! I gotta tell my friends!” Sarah got too excited.

Joel buried you and Sarah to his chest. The three of you laughed in happiness and had a family hug.

To be continued...Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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[morganacorp]

How about..... some of this 👀

"Oh, Kara you're still awake." Lena said dropping her bag on the kitchen island.

"You didn't let me come and get you home." She smiled at her, opening her arms for Lena to snuggle into her. 

"You had a rough day today. I wanted you to rest." She mumbled, wrapping her arms around Kara's frame and kissing her jaw gently.

"I can't sleep when you're not home." She said softly. "And you've been working so much lately that I barely see you anymore."

"I know, I know... I’m sorry about that." Lena sighed, sitting up and caressing Kara's hands with love. "I just... I'm working on something huge that-"

"Huge and secret."

"For now... I'm so close to finishing- Kara... I think this will be one of the biggest L-Corp projects in recent years." She smiled proudly. "You will be the very first person I show the final product, but-"

"You can't tell me yet... Yeah." She pouted and Lena smiled brightly at her, cupping her face gently.

"I'm sorry, darling... I promise that as soon as I'm done with this then we'll go on vacation just you and me, okay?"

"Sounds too good to be true." Kara mumbled. "But if there's one thing I'll never lose, that's hope." She sighed and Lena rewarded her with a quick kiss.

"Let's get to bed." She said softly and guided Kara back to her bedroom, stripping off their clothes and getting under the covers eager to feel Kara's warm skin against hers.

The next morning Kara woke up and tried not to move too much, noticing that Lena was still peacefully asleep by her side, her calm breathing and gentle heartbeat reminding her of how much she needed to rest. She waited until the very last moment she could, knowing that if she didn’t start moving they’d be late for work, so she carefully slipped out of bed and grabbed her discarded t-shirt and shorts on her way out of Lena’s bedroom, making her way to the kitchen to start on breakfast.

She prepared some toast and fruit for Lena along with her coffee, and then some eggs and bacon for herself since she needed the calories to start the day right. As soon as everything was ready, she went to wake Lena up, smiling when she saw her snuggled into her side of the bed that was still warm, hugging her pillow.

“Hey, baby…” she whispered, sitting on the bed next to her, a hand gently caressing her head. “Time to wake up.”

“What time is it?” Lena mumbled without opening her eyes. Kara knew she was exhausted, it was evident with the dark circles around her eyes, and the fact that she hadn’t woken up as soon as she heard her in the kitchen.

 “It’s 7:30… breakfast is ready.” She insisted, moving to lay down by her side. “Fresh fruit I got yesterday.” She smiled, her finger tracing Lena’s facial features with a featherlight touch that had been well rehearsed in her years of controlling her strength.

“Five more minutes.” She croaked out in a groggy voice, scooting closer until she was snuggled into Kara.

“Okay.” She kissed her hair, closing her eyes and enjoying her warmth.

She wouldn’t dare to recognize it out loud, but she sometimes missed the early days of their relationship when they’d spend lazy mornings tangled in the sheets, kissing and talking until Lena remembered she’s no longer Kara’s boss and she needed to make it to work. She understood why Lena’s work was important, why her obsession with her projects is necessary for her to achieve her own perfectionist standards and help the world in her own way, but she still missed her girlfriend and the time they spent together.

“I have to meet Alex at the DEO later today.” Lena said after a few minutes, a little more alert.

“I’ll stop by your office for lunch.” She smiled, knowing that if Lena had to leave her lab during the day it would only mean another late night making up for the time she lost. “And then I’ll bring you dinner at work.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to… I miss you.” She confessed and Lena looked up at her with so much love in her eyes that Kara felt bad for even saying anything. “I know work is important, but-”

“Let’s take the weekend off.” Lena proposed, her hand resting over Kara’s heart. “No phones, no calls or texts, no emails… just you and me at the lake house.”

“What about your project?”

“It can wait… I’ll focus on that today and tomorrow and it can wait until Monday. You’re my girlfriend, and I love you- I’ve been too absent.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you sure? That you want to take the weekend off.”

“I am.” She smiled, leaning up to kiss her gently. “Good morning, love.”

“Good morning.” She smiled, pecking her lips. “Let’s go grab some breakfast.”

They got off the bed and headed to the kitchen, with Kara helping Lena into her silky robe since she wasn’t wearing anything other than her sleepy smile. She poured her the perfect black coffee she knew Lena loved, and then sat down across from her to eat her breakfast, using that quiet moment to catch up and talk about everything that wasn’t work related.

Once they were done with that they moved to the shower, keeping business strictly to themselves since they had no time to waste. Lena picked a nice dark gray dress and black heels she knew Kara loved, and was happy to see her girlfriend would wear a beautiful soft pink dress that showed off her shoulders and arms as well as her figure, her abs pressed against the front of the dress in a way Lena always found tempting.

“I’ll see you for lunch.” Kara smiled when they got out of the elevator and walked to the front of Lena’s building where her driver was waiting for her.

“I’ll ask Jess to send you some menu options.” Lena smiled back at her and leaned to peck her gently, careful to not leave her soft lips stained with her deep burgundy lipstick. “Love you.”

“Love you back… have a great day.” She said with warmth, holding the door for Lena and then closing it gently.

Later that morning Kara received a call from Alex asking if she had time to help her out moving some inventory items from the desert facility to a secure warehouse, since they suffered some damage from a particularly angry alien that broke out of his containment cell, so she made up an excuse at work saying she’d be following a source and headed straight there. They talked for a moment and soon enough Kara started helping everyone out carrying some boxes and other stuff out of the old room, needing only a couple hours to be done with the whole process.

She headed back to CatCo and saw a text from Lena telling her she couldn’t make it to lunch due to an emergency situation with a production center, which made Kara feel angry. She almost slammed her phone down against the desk, getting a few confused looks in return, and focused on work until Andrea came looking for her.

“Kara, is your article about the mayor’s-”

“It’ll be on your desk as soon as it’s ready.” She interrupted her without looking up from her screen.

“You’re aware that the deadline for that article was at 11 this morning, right?” she frowned, slightly annoyed by her attitude.

“I know, and I will give you the article as soon as it’s ready.” She said with a roll of her eyes. “Now, if you let me work, I’d be done even sooner.”

“Careful, Danvers.” Andrea said and walked away from her desk. “You have one hour.” She said loudly, startling everyone.

“Whatever.” She scoffed under her breath.

“Kara, is everything okay?” Nia asked as she approached her, sensing that something was going on with her friend since she seemed tense and she wouldn’t normally confront Andrea like that.

“Everything’s perfect, I’m just finishing this tyrant’s article.”

“Kara!” she said and looked around to make sure no one heard her. “Are you sure you’re okay?” “I said I’m fine. Don’t you have a nap to take or something? Get off my back.” She said dismissively, making Nia look at her in shock for a second longer before she went back to her desk.

[billy-cockblock]

I wrote a little thing inspired by @saintalondre's swtd afterlife au, before they'd posted more info about it, so this doesn't really fit in their au at all, but I had fun.

Gibbo hated the water tanks. 

But Addair was busy in engineering today, and he was the easiest to push the task of fixing a leak onto. It shouldn’t be a difficult job, just tedious to find the source that was causing all the flooding. 

He thinks that’s why they assigned Douglas to come down with him and help. Got him somewhere in the belly of the rig and away from the sea below. Poor guy needed something to take his mind off yesterday’s… incident. Gibbo’s heart dropped every time he thought about what happened, and he wasn’t even the one to pull Caz out. Douglas had hardly said a word since Rennick had taken the situation over and shipped the body back to the mainland. They’d been told to “avoid spreading rumors around the crew” and he’d completely shut down. Still, despite their boss’s attempts to cover up the incident, word of their missing crewmates had spread. The mood over the whole rig had doured after that morning. Dobbie and Trots had to make yesterday’s lunch, and when Roy had returned, dinner and breakfast tasted flavorless. 

Bringing himself back to the present, Gibbo stepped into the flooded water tank room. It was up to his knees, but shouldn’t get any higher that he couldn’t wade through it. 

“Right, this shouldn’t be hard,” he said, turning to face Douglas wading in behind him. “All we have to do is follow the water pipes. If you find the leak, call me over so I can patch it, aye?” Douglas nodded absentmindedly, eyes still distant like his mind was somewhere else. “Hey,” Gibbo put his hand on the other man’s shoulder, snapping him out of his trance with a start. “Let’s just focus on patching the leak, okay lad? Water’s cold, and we’ll lose our toes if we take too long.”

“A-aye,” Douglas looked away again. “Water’s real cold.”

“How about you start looking that way, and I’ll go this way, eh?” Gibbo pointed towards opposite sides of the room. “We’ll get done here and get to warm up twice as fast. Just keep an ear out for flowing water and look for the source.”

Without a word, Douglas just nodded and turned to go the way he was told. Gibbo watched him for a moment before sighing, trudging his own way. 

He’d only been searching for a few minutes when things started to get strange. He heard a metallic bang from the walkway and jumped. Finding a gap through the tanks and pipes, he saw the door of the locker hanging open. The water at the bottom of the stairs was rippling like someone had just passed through it and walked out of sight.

“Douglas?” he shouted, checking on his coworker.

“Aye?” Douglas responded, coming from the opposite side of the room as the sound.

“You hear that?” While he wasn’t moving, Gibbo could hear the quiet sounds of something sloshing through the water past the pipes around him.

“No? Hear what?”

“Hello?” Gibbo called out. “Anyone else is in here?” He listened closely to track the sounds, but every quiet noise echoed in the enclosed space. He started walking slowly to try and pinpoint their location. “If you’re trying to joke, it’s not very funny.”

The sloshing, drips, and creaks blended together, seemingly coming from several directions at once. As he wandered, Gibbo also picked up on the sound of breathing. It was shaky and muffled, like someone was trying to be quiet but too nervous to slow their breaths.

“Hello?” he tried again. “Aren’t you cold? You sound like you’re shivering.”

He’d been passing by a row of tanks when he heard a splash right on the other side.

“I’m not looking, I promise,” a small voice whispered, small and terrified. They sounded familiar somehow, but Gibbo couldn’t place it.

They started walking away where Gibbo’s path ended, and he’d have to go the long way around if he were to get to the main tanks where they were headed. He crouched down to see if he could see them under the tanks, soaking himself up to his waist, but only caught a hint of a blue uniform through the shadows before it disappeared around a corner.

“Douglas, meet me by the main tanks,” he called across the room.

“Uh, okay.”

He hurried through the pipes until he reached the raised walkway by the tanks. The stranger wasn’t there, but there was a trail of water and he could hear the metal rattling of a ladder. He hurried around the corner and only caught a blur of boots as they climbed over the top.

“Oi! Get down from there!” he yelled, climbing up after them. The top of the main tanks was fenced off and the only way to go was into the tanks themselves. They may have been mostly drained to prevent more flooding, but they could still be extremely dangerous. 

He only saw the top of their hardhat as they descended through the hatch, causing him to scramble the last way up.

“Wait!” He rushed to the edge to stop them, but they were already too far down the ladder. They looked up at him, blinding him with their torch as their grip loosened in surprise. With no warning, the hatch moved on its own and slammed shut, nearly taking Gibbo’s hand with it and locking itself. 

“Shit!” he cursed, gripping the wheel to open it, but it refused to budge. No matter how much force he put behind it, it wouldn’t twist. 

“Gibbo?” Douglas asked from behind him, startling him so bad he screamed. 

“Don’t do that, Douglas! How’d you get up here so quietly?!”

“What are you-“

“No… No!” The voice cried out, echoing out of the second tank. They looked over and saw the second hatch open, allowing sound to escape. 

“Douglas…?” The voice sounded farther away than it should be. It had an odd quality to it, like the whistling of the gales in the outer rooms of the derrick, or the sound of waves from the middle of the deck. Like holding a phone away from your ear but having it still close enough to hear a caller’s voice. “Douglas!” They continued muttering to themself, too quiet to be understood through the echoing and strange effects. 

Gibbo turned to ask Douglas a question, but his words were lost when he saw his face. It was ashen with dread and he looked like he would vomit. 

Douglas pushed past him to get to the hatch, twisting the wheel open with ease. 

“Hey! What are you-!“ The hatch was already open and Douglas practically sliding down the ladder. He at least felt relieved seeing the water so low, but he still hated the idea of anyone going in there. 

Douglas disappeared from view, heading towards the connecting space between tanks. Gibbo almost reached for the ladder himself, but hesitated. 

“Douglas, get back here!” he whisper-shouted into the dark, keeping an eye on the other hatch and the stilling water below. There was no reply other than fading sloshing sounds.

After what felt like far too long, a familiar knit hat emerged from the opposite hatch, looking around wildly.

“Where’d he go?!” Douglas asked, voice frantic. “Did you see him?”

“Calm down, lad,” Gibbo tried to reassure. “No one’s come out of there other than you. You sure the guy isn’t still in there?”

“I-I don’t think so, but it’s so dark…” he was starting to break down; Gibbo figured it was the stress of yesterday catching up to him. “I heard him, I know it was him…”

“I have a torch,” Gibbo said, reaching into his pocket where it was located. Douglas didn’t seem to hear him, forcing Gibbo to make up his mind. “Alright, lad, stay there. I’ll check the tank and meet you up there. Don’t move, alright?” He waited for Douglas to nod before shakily grabbing the ladder.

He hated the water tanks. He was vehemently reminded of that fact as he landed in water up to his knees. It was as cold as the water filling the outside room, but the solid, enclosed walls made it so much darker and easier to flood if someone were to forget he was in there. 

He shined the torch around the first main tank, going as far as to look up the walls. No sign of the mystery man in here, but he couldn’t shake the childish fear of something lurking in the dark. 

That meant he had to do his least favorite part…

Coming up to the connection between the tanks, he had to turn sideways, squeezing into the narrow gap. He wasn’t the smallest man, so the fit was very tight. He hated having to do maintenance inside the tanks, he hated the dark, he hated the tight fit, he hated the water-

He just hated the water tanks.

He was eventually released, coming out on the other side with a relieved sigh. He pointed his torch at the dark corners and-

His light shut off, plunging him into darkness. 

His whole body tensed and his breathing picked up. He quickly flicked it on and off again, trying to get it to come back with no luck. He shook and smacked it, only succeeding to get it to flicker rapidly. 

He spun around, pointing the blinking light behind him, in the corners, and all around, searching for beasts lurking in the dark, making his anxiety worse. 

He pushed through the water towards the ladder, wanting to get out as quick as possible, when he froze solid, his heart dropping to his stomach.

At the base of the ladder, his light caught an orange uniform floating just under the surface. The light flickered and he noticed the body’s dark skin. It flashed and he caught his grey knit cap-

The torch died again, and in the low light filtering in from the hatch, the body was gone. 

“Gibbo?” Douglas called down from above. “Is he down there?”

“N-no!” Gibbo finally managed to stutter out, trying to shake the panic off. It had just been his mind playing tricks on him. It had to be. “He-he must’ve snuck past me somehow. I’m coming up!”

He doesn’t think he’s ever gotten up a ladder faster in his whole career working on rigs. Douglas seemed to have calmed down a bit, still occasionally wiping his eyes. 

“He didn’t come this way either,” Douglas said. “How’d he get past?”

“I don’t know,” Gibbo replied. “He must’ve slipped out while I wasn’t looking.” He looked over the tank room, looking for any sign of movement in the shadows. “Who was he, anyway?”

“What?” 

“You said you knew who he was and it got you in a right state, so who was it?”

“Ah,” Douglas hesitated. “I must’ve just imagined it, it couldn’t have been-“

A slam echoed through the room, making both men jump. It sounded like the hatch door up the stairs to Accommodation. 

“Well, sounds like he got through okay,” Gibbo joked, trying to shake off the tension. “But who’d you think-“

“Is that the leak?” Douglas interrupted him, pointing to something in the half of the tank room they hadn’t searched. Sure enough, Gibbo spotted the junction between pipes where a steady stream of water was leaking out. 

Gibbo sighed. “Aye, that’s it. Good job, lad.”

[janicho88]

When It All Falls Apart- Chapter 5

Pairing- Jensen x Padalecki Reader

Word count- 5,709

Warnings- Some language. Jensen isn't the best boyfriend. I warned before this started posting it would contain angst, if you need another reminder, here it is. If I missed something let me know!

A/N-You all knew this part was coming sooner or later, some of you even called for it. Starting with this chapter, we'll start to see things from Jensen's side also. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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Jensen takes the rare opportunity to sleep in Sunday morning and is the last one down to breakfast.  His sister and her husband Jeremy have already arrived and are sitting at the table with his parents.

“Did someone have a late night?” Mackenzie teases him.

“Not too bad.  Just taking advantage of catching up on some sleep,” he answers with a yawn.

“What did you and Y/N do yesterday?” his mom asks him.

“I didn’t see her yesterday.  I was meeting with Steve, and we had a few people to go see.  Trying to work out deals for a project.”

“What did she do then?” his mom tries again.

“Not a clue, I didn’t talk to her yesterday.  I was kind of busy.  Why the sudden interest in her day?”

He is filling his coffee cup and doesn’t see the looks exchanged around the table.

“Is everything alright with you two?” His dad questions.

“It’s fine.”

“Yeah, sounds like it,” he doesn’t hear his sister mutter.

Josh and his family arrive after breakfast, while Jensen is upstairs showering.  He misses the kids and his brother coming in to wish his dad a ‘Happy Father’s Day.’  When Jensen comes back down everyone is sitting in the living room with the kids playing in the middle of the floor.  He takes his phone out to take a picture of his nephews and notices a missed text from Gen, making a note to read it later, he snaps a few shots of the boys.

His family asks him questions about work, and what he has been up to.  He inquires about each of them.  They grill out for a late lunch before he has to leave for the airport.  His mom walks out to the rental car with him.

“You’re sure everything is alright?  You aren’t hiding something so we won’t worry?”

“No, it’s all fine mom.”

“Even with Y/N?”

“Yeah. I do have to get going to catch my flight.  It was good to see all of you.”

“I’m glad you could make it home, even for a short visit.  Your dad enjoyed seeing all of you for Father’s Day.”

He’s double checking his suitcase for his passport and not really listening to his mom at the moment, “Yeah, sure I’ll try and make it home then.”

“What?” Donna asks.

Finding his passport, Jensen stands to give his mom one last hug.  “Good to see all of you.  Take care, love you ma.”

While sitting on the plane waiting for the rest of the passengers to load, Jensen takes out his phone and lazily scrolls through it.  He remembers the message he missed from Gen early and opens that conversation, checking the date, he sees it is actually from yesterday.

‘Did you forget something today Ackles?????????????’

“I don’t know Gen, did I forget something?” he mutters to himself, while just replying with question marks of his own.

 Next he pulls up Instagram, it takes him a moment to realize he is seeing multiple posts about Father’s Day.

‘It’s not Father’s Day,’ he thinks to himself, ‘that’s not until the middle of June.”

There is a voice over the intercom telling all passengers to turn off electronics before Jensen has a chance to think more about the holiday or the date.  He goes over the next script for ‘The Boys’ and notes from the meetings with Steve the day before, never giving the date another thought. 

Your Sunday is spent with your parents and Jared’s family.  You and Gen get up to make a big breakfast for everyone.  Tom has homemade cards for his dad and grandpa he places on the table.  Your mom comes down, and helps the two of you finish it all up.

Jared and your dad take Tom out to the park for some male bonding time after breakfast.  Gen, your mom and yourself move to the living room.

 While they are talking babies you excuse yourself to go for a walk.  You are hoping it will help all the thoughts running around your head.  You pass Jensen’s house and pause.  You can’t help but think that he has already started to move on without you.  You’re the one who just hasn’t caught up with the times yet.

On Monday, Jared and Gen have meetings for Walker, so you are hanging out with Tom.   You are used to working twelve to fourteen hour days on set, but somehow this little man wears you out more than those do.  The two of you play outside on the swing set, he has you chase him during a long game of tag, you’re in the pool and back inside rolling toy cars around on the floor.  When your sister-in-law returns you happily hand your nephew back.

Jensen is on set Tuesday, when Jack is talking to some of the other cast members about his parents’ visit over the weekend.  

“They haven’t been to Toronto in awhile and decided to use visiting for Father’s Day as an excuse to come up this weekend.”

“If they were coming for Father’s Day, why did they come this past weekend?” Jensen asks him.

A few people turn and look at him. “Father’s Day was this past weekend,” Chase tells him.

“No, it wasn’t, it couldn’t have been.”

Others are also confirming this.  Jensen doesn’t have his phone with him, or his watch on.  

“What’s the date?” he asks his cast mates.

“21st of June.  Everything all right mate?” Karl asks sitting across the board from him.

“Son of a bitch,” Jensen yells out, “I missed Y/N’s birthday.  It was the 18th.”

He gets up from his chair to head to his trailer where his phone is to call you, but is called to set before he has the chance to get very far.  It’s after 2 am before they wrap for the night, he’s beat just going straight home and falling asleep.

He forgot to set his alarm before collapsing in bed, when he rolls over Wednesday morning and looks at the clock he has to move it.   He has maybe ten minutes before he needs to be leaving the apartment for set.  

Once he arrives he is sent straight to hair and makeup before being ushered to wardrobe.  His PA takes his bag back to his trailer for him.  When they break for lunch he is in the middle of a discussion with Karl and Anthony that completely distracts him.  He makes a quick stop by his trailer before he has to be back on set.  Pulling his phone out of his bag he sees a missed call from you.

“Son of a bitch, I still haven’t talked to her,” he growls out.  He tries calling back, but just reaches your voicemail. He hangs up and throws his phone back in the bag before returning to set.

Wednesday, you finally relent and call Jensen. He never has time to talk long so you make the call on your way to the studio to redo some voice over work for the Netflix show that just wrapped. You shouldn’t be surprised that it ends up going straight to voicemail.  The plane ticket you received for your birthday is to fly out Friday morning, you figure you should probably tell Jensen you are coming up.  Who knows, maybe just showing up would actually get you some time with him.  Leaving your phone in the car you walk into the studio.

Coming back to your car two hours later, you check your phone for messages before leaving the parking lot.  You have to reread the name when you see you have a missed call from Jensen, it’s rare he calls you back this quick lately or even at all.  Hitting the call button you once again get his voicemail, this time you leave a message.

“Hey Jay, I just wanted to tell you Jared and Gen got me a ticket to fly up to Toronto.  I’ll be landing around 2:30 Friday afternoon.  I’ll talk to you later, have a good day.”

Getting back to your brother’s place you are busy the rest of the night.  The two of them went out with a friend of Gen’s and you volunteered to watch Tom.  The little man has a lot of energy to burn tonight.  When you finally get him down, you start going through clothes in your room to take with you this weekend.

In Toronto, Jensen has finally wrapped for the night.  Today’s scenes were a bit…well, what one would come to expect from The Boys.  There is a knock on his trailer door as he’s finishing changing out of his costume.  Chase and Jack are on the other side.

“Hey, we’re going out with Karl for a drink after that mess.  You in?”

“Definitely, let me grab my bag,” he tells them.

One drink turns into a couple and they are out for a few hours.   In the cab on the way back to his place, Jensen pulls out his phone to check his call time for the next day.  Seeing a voicemail message, he tells himself he’ll listen to it tomorrow when he’s in better shape.  Clearing the notification he checks his calendar before turning off the phone. 

Thursday has a noon call time, and sees them filming until two in the morning on location.  It was almost four am before he got to bed.  Walking up after ten the next morning he has a new voicemail notification.  He listens to the call from the director on a schedule change for the weekend.  Because Eric is going to be in town for a few days and they want the big man on set for the shooting of certain scenes, they are going to be moved up to this weekend. 

Then his phone tells him he has a missed message. “Who'd I miss?” he mumbles to himself.  When he hears your message, his eyes go wide in surprise, “crap.”

Just as he’s hanging up from the voicemail, the phone rings with your name popping up.

“Hey pretty girl,”

“Hi Jay, how are you?”

“Fine, tired.  I just got your message.  Are you sure you really want to?”

He hears the tired sigh you let out, “I’m at the airport, waiting for the plane.  If you don’t want me to come up there, tell me now.”

“I don’t know how much time I’ll have to spend with you.”

“We aren’t spending any time together currently, whatever I can get this weekend is better than that.”  You just hear him groan over the line.  “If you want me to call Jared to come pick me back up I will.”

“No.  When do you get in?”

“The plane’s scheduled to land around 2:40, then I have to clear customs.”

“I have to be on set, I’m not going to be able to meet you.”

“Okay, I can take a cab over to the studio.”

“No, just come back to the apartment. I’ll leave a spare key in an envelope with the receptionist,” he tells you.

“Okay.  See you soon. Love you.”

“Yeah, love ya.”

His head falls back against the pillow as he hangs up.  His easy weekend is now going to be a bit more complicated. 

At the airport in Austin, you sit back against the hard seat with a sigh.  This was off to a rocky start and the plane hasn’t even boarded yet.  Thankfully the flight itself was an easy one.  After making your way through customs you exit the building to try and find a cab.  

When you arrive at his apartment building, you need to show your ID in order to pick up the envelope he left with the key.  The doorman shows you up, at least Jensen remembered to tell him you were coming before he left.  

Opening the apartment door, you take a look around.  It’s fairly empty, but you shouldn’t be surprised.  Jensen is only going to have this place a few months. You take your suitcase down the hall, you think this is the way to the bedroom.  It’s the second door you try.  There is a photo of you and Jensen on his nightstand, it gives you some hope seeing it there. Taking a few things out of your bag, you then explore the apartment.  It’s a little bit of a mess, so you spend some time tidying it up.  The fridge is empty, so you go down to inquire about the nearest grocery store.  It isn’t too far away, so you decide to walk over.  With your hands full, you take a cab back to the apartment.

There are a few items to put away in the cupboard, you make a few meals to freeze that Jensen can thaw later, then prepare pasta, salad and bread for dinner.  All this time you haven’t heard a word from Jay, not even checking that you made it in alright. You send a text asking if he knows how late he’ll be working, but don’t receive a response. 

By eight, you fix yourself a plate for dinner and eat alone at the table. Putting the rest away, you curl up on the couch, and find a movie on Netflix.  It’s after eleven when the door opens and Jensen finally comes in.  Getting up from the couch, you go over to greet him.

“Hey honey,” you say before leaning up to kiss him.

“Hi babe.” He gives you a quick kiss before pulling away. “I need a shower.”

He rejoins you in the living room ten minutes later, sitting next to you on the couch.  

“There’s some pasta in the fridge, if you would like me to heat some up for you?”

“I’m good, we ate on set.”

“Okay.  Do you have anything going on tomorrow?”

“I’ve got a 10 am call time.  Should go till 8 or so.”

You just nod in response. It’s been awhile since you’ve had his arm wrapped around you, and you are just going to enjoy that for now.  The movie on the screen ends and you suggest going to bed hoping to feel more than his arm around your shoulders tonight.

You come out of the bathroom ready for bed in a new lace chemise, and find your boyfriend sound asleep.  Grabbing one of his old t-shirts from your bag, you turn around to go back to change.

The next morning Jensen is up before you are.  You find him out at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee and what looks like a script.

“Morning, do you want breakfast before you leave?”

“No, I already had something. But thanks.”

“Can I come to set with you today? Hang out in between scenes with you?”

“No, they don’t like other people on set.  Don’t want any secrets getting out.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. I guess I’ll go explore the city then.  Text me when you’re done, we can maybe grab a late dinner somewhere?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Do you film tomorrow?”

“No, it’s just going over some choreography for fight scenes on Tuesday.”

“So it should be a shorter day?”

“Hopefully.  Chase, Karl and I have a tee time at 2.”

“Great.”  You’re only here for a few days, but getting a round of golf in takes precedence apparently.

Once Jensen leaves for work you pull out your phone to find something to entertain yourself with today.   You decide to start the day at Ripley’s Aquarium of Canada.  

The tour of the aquarium takes you first to the Dangerous Lagoon overlook.  There you see sharks, turtles, eels and sawfish.  A sign says it is the largest exhibit at the aquarium, and has around 2.9 million liters of water.  From there you enter the Discovery Center which has interactive exhibits and features Zebra and Blacktip Reef Sharks along with Clownfish.  The Canadian Waters and Kelp Forest are next where you see octopus, lobsters, Cod, Wolf Eel, and Paddlefish.  

On the lower level of the aquarium you see the Rainbow Reef which recreates the coral seas of the Pacific.  Planet Jellies has various breeds of jellyfish. The Ray-Bay is home to five types of stingrays and the Bonnethead Shark.  A sign says that back on the main level you can pet the rays at the top of the tank. 

Back up top, you stroll through the gallery area next.  This is home to Electric Eels, Seahorses, Piranhas, Pufferfish and Mudskippers.  A quick tour of the gift shop and you are on your way out.

The aquarium is right near the base of the CN Tower.  Being so close, you couldn’t pass that up. The tower was completed in 1976 and stands 1,815.5 feet tall.

Getting off the elevators at the observation level you are currently 1,136 feet off the ground. The glass floor lets you look to the ground 114 stories below.  You go up to the Skypod which is 33 stories above the main observation level.  It is the highest observation platform in the Western Hemisphere.  You can see all the way to New York and Niagara Falls from here. You can also feel the building swaying a lot more up here. You hear a guide mention the antenna above the Skypods gets hit by lightning an average of 75 times a year.  The mix of the swaying and lightning are enough to send you back down to ground level.

You grab a light lunch and walk over to High Park to sit and enjoy it.  Finishing your lunch you take a walk down one of the nature trails.  Walking alone your thoughts drift to Jensen.  Once again today, you haven’t heard from him at all.  You are right here in his town and he can’t seem to spare you any time.

That afternoon you end up strolling through the CF Toronto Eaton Centre Mall.  It is a huge shopping center with more than 250 stores.  In your current mood nothing there really grabs your attention.  

By seven you are on your way back to Jensen’s apartment to get cleaned up to have dinner with him.   At 8:30 you send a text asking if he was going to be getting off soon. Almost an hour later, you receive a reply.

Jensen 💗-On my way back

You-Do you still want to go out and grab dinner?

Jensen💗-No

Alrighty then.  You pull leftovers out of the fridge and start warming them up for dinner.  When he walks in, you just about have everything ready to go.

“Hey honey, if you want to shower first, dinner is almost ready.”

“I already ate.”

“What?”

“It was a rough shoot, I went out and grabbed a drink with Karl, Jack and Anthony.  We ordered some food there.”

He heads off to the bathroom, and you just stare after him.  “Well thanks for telling me,” you mutter after him.

No longer hungry you put everything away once more.  Entering the bedroom you change into sweats and sit down on the corner of the couch.  It isn’t long until Jensen returns, he collapses in the middle of the couch.

“What a day.  Anything Kripke was unable to throw at us during Supernatural is sure finding its way out now.”

“Hmm.”

“This season is going to be so sick.”

You don’t respond, just keep your eyes straight ahead on the television.

“What’s your problem?” He turns his head to look at you.

“What’s going on with us?” you ask.

“What do you mean?”

“I feel like I don’t matter to you any more.  We rarely talk anymore.”

“We’re talking right now, or I was trying to but you’re ignoring me.”

“I thought we were going to do something tonight, but you went out with your friends while I was waiting for you.  You could have at least let me know what was going on.”

“It’s been a long couple of days, I don’t want to fight with you.  I’m going to bed.”

You watch him leave, biting your lip, you rest your head back against the couch trying not to cry.  That did not go the way you wanted it to at all. Going into the extra bedroom you grab a folded blanket off the unmade bed, and bring it back to the couch, planning on sleeping there tonight.  The television keeps you company, while your mind replays everything.  

The next morning, the sound of cupboard doors slamming around wakes you up.  Stretching as you sit up, you notice Jensen moving around the kitchen.  He looks over at you when he sees you move, but doesn’t say anything. He leaves a short time later. 

You don’t feel like doing much of anything today.  You hang out around the apartment watching Hallmark.  Why does everything always work out for them?

Around four, you get a text from Jensen that says he has something with the cast.  Another night alone, fabulous.  Why did you even bother coming?  Changing into presentable clothes you head out to find some food, getting into the elevator you are shocked at who you see.

“Eric, hi.”

“Y/N, how are you?  I wasn’t sure if you were in town or not this weekend.”

“Yeah, I just got in on Friday, staying a few days.  Doing alright, how are you?

“Good, are you coming to dinner?”

“What?”

“A bunch of the crew is going for dinner.  Aren’t you going to meet Ackles? I’ll give you a lift.”

His phone rings and you don’t get a chance to reply.  Getting off the elevator you follow him outside, planning to still go off on your own.  When the car pulls up, he waves you inside.  His phone call lasts almost the whole way to the restaurant, even though he keeps attempting to end it.  He is finally able to put it down just before the car pulls into the parking lot.

“Sorry about that.  Everything is a huge problem to some of the network execs.  Talking with Jared, I thought you were going to be here this weekend, but then I never saw you around set with Jensen.”

“He told me I couldn’t come with him.  Are you sure I can be here tonight?  Jensen didn’t invite me.”

“I would have let you on set, no problem. Yes, you are more than welcome to join us tonight.  Have you met anyone yet?”

“Just Karl.”

You follow him through the restaurant, when he arrives at the large table he calls out, “look who I found on my way here.”

Your eyes are on Jensen who has Claudia’s arm around his shoulders as she is whispering in his ear.

“Hey!” Karl yells, “where have you been hiding?”

He gets up to give you a hug, Jensen gives you a questioning look, while everyone else just stares.  Eric looks around the table and asks a passing waiter for one more place setting and chair.

“I’ve been hanging out around the apartment, explored Toronto yesterday,” you finally answer Karl’s question.

“So you come all the way up here, and don’t even visit the set?  Should we be hurt?” Karl’s last question is directed at Kripke.

“What are you doing here?” Jensen interrupts them.

“Are you going to introduce us, Eric?” Anthony questions at the same time.

“I ran into Eric in the elevator, and he invited me to come along,” you answer Jensen.

“Why didn’t you bring her?” Eric asks your boyfriend, who just shrugs in response.

“Some of us still don’t know what’s going on,” Jack calls out.

“This is Y/N Padalecki, this lovely lady was Ali Black on Supernatural,” Eric introduces you.

“She also has horrible taste in men, because she’s dating that brute,” Karl tells them as he points to Jensen.

Anthony, Karen, Jack, Erin and Chase all stand up to greet you.  A chair is added next to Jensen as everyone but Claudia scoots down to make room for you.  

After the group has ordered, Karl looks at you from across the table.  “How long are you here for?”

“I have a flight out tomorrow afternoon.”

“We have some fight sequences to finalize in the mornin’, are you coming to tour the set?” He asks. 

“I don’t know,” you look over at Jensen, who has remained silent.

As time goes on you notice that Claudia seems to keep touching Jensen, her hand is on her arm, his thigh, and shoulder.  ‘Really girl’ you think ‘right in front of me?’

Erin asks about what you have going on now with Supernatural over.  You tell her about Walker.  Jensen seems agitated next to you, you finally turn and ask if he’s alright.  Instead of answering he stands up and nods for you to join him out in the hall.

“I can’t believe you got Eric to bring you along,” Jensen harshly whispers to you.

“It wasn’t my intention, I just ran into him when I got in the elevator.”

“I don’t understand what your problem is.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The attitude you had last night, sleeping on the couch,  now putting yourself in the middle of a cast get together.  What are you trying to do?”

“When did you become such an asshole? Maybe playing Soldier Boy has gone to your head. If you don’t want me here, and it’s such a big deal to have me here, I’ll leave.”

With that you turn back toward the room to grab your purse.  You expect Jensen to stop you, but he never does. The waiter is coming back in and you quietly ask him to cancel your order.  Before walking out the door, you turn back to the table.

“It was nice meeting you all.  I’m sorry, but I have to be going.  Enjoy the rest of your night.”  With that you turn and leave.

Eric is right behind you, he can’t get your attention so he grabs your arm once you step outside.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I just have to go.”

“Y/N, I’ve known you a long time.  I can see you’re upset, and you’re barely holding back tears.”  He looks around for a moment before spotting a bench.  “Come sit down for a minute.”

“I’ll be alright, you should get back inside,” you try to tell him.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on.”

You know he isn’t going to let go, with a sigh you start talking.  “Things with Jensen and I haven’t been going so great lately.  He barely answers my calls or texts.  I don’t know the last time he even called or texted me to start a conversation.  Gen thought it might be good for us if I came up here and we spent some time together.  I’ve still barely seen him.”

You take a deep breath to try and get yourself back under control, but you can’t help the tears sliding down your face.  “I’m afraid our relationship might have run its course, and I don’t mean anything to him any more.  I’m just someone he used to have around because I was convenient.”

“Oh Y/N,  I’m so sorry you are feeling like this.  I don’t know what’s going on with him, but I know you always meant a lot to him,” Eric tries to comfort you.

“Used to. I can’t keep going like this, the last month has been rough.  I tried to talk to him last night and that didn’t go over well.  Now he’s mad that I’m here.  When things were good with us, he would have been the first one up to give me a hug.  He would have been the one introducing me to his new cast mates, not you and Karl.  We would have spent any free time he had together, going for a drink or golfing with the guys wouldn’t have been more important.”

“I’m sorry, you don’t deserve to be treated like that,” Eric says softly.  You can tell he is a bit out of his comfort zone here.

You nod your head, you know what you have to do and your heart is crumbling into pieces.  Turning in your seat you give Eric a hug.  “Thanks for everything Eric.  Will you do me a favor and keep an eye on him for me?”

“Anything for you.  I won’t let him get into too much trouble tonight.”

You bite your lip and wipe the tears off your face, “I don’t just mean tonight.”

It takes Eric a second, but after all you’ve just said, he understands what you mean.  “I will, you take care of yourself.  He gives you a hug before hailing you a cab and returning inside.

You stare out the window during the ride back to the apartment.  When you return you start packing up your things.  After your bag is ready you pull out your phone looking for a flight out.  You aren’t sure you could make any that are leaving tonight, so you change it to one leaving at 6:10 am.  Sitting on the couch you wait for Jensen to return.

Over an hour later he finally walks through the door. You stand up as he sets his keys down on the counter.

“We need to talk,” you tell him. softly

“We do.  What were you thinking trying to insert yourself like that?  I’m still new here, I can’t have you pushing your way in the middle of things, or asking for special tours around set.  What are they going to think?”

“As I told you earlier, I didn’t ask Eric to bring me along, I was going out to find my own dinner and ran into him when I was going to do that.  He told me to come along, and that it was alright.  Karl asked about me taking a tour, I didn’t push for one.”

“I can’t afford to have you rocking the boat here.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, I’m done.  I can’t…I can’t do whatever this has become anymore.” You gesture between the two of you.

That catches Jensen’s attention, and he notices your packed bag next to the couch. “What are you talking about?  Where are you going?”

“What I started to try and talk to you about last night.  I don’t know what’s happened to us, but I can’t take it anymore.  I’ve changed my flight to leave earlier.  I feel like I am the only one trying to hold this together anymore.  Right now you’re more worried about making a bad impression on people you’ve worked with for a few months, then about me.  You barely answer when I call or text you.  Any of our limited conversations anymore revolve around you, I doubt you could tell me what I have going on in my life lately.”    

“That’s not true, you’re filming that…um…that…”

“The Netflix series?  Maid, about a single mom fleeing from abuse and trying to make it with her child. We wrapped a few weeks ago.  I told you that in Chicago.”

“You’re getting ready for Walker then.”  

“You’re grasping at straws, Jens.”

“I don’t understand why you want to end things?  What was the point of coming up here?  Was it just to break up?  Did you meet someone else?”

You shake your head, not believing what is coming out of his mouth.  “I came up here to see if there was any way we could save our relationship.  But when spending time with you cast mates, who are here with you everyday, is more important than me who you have barely seen, I have my answer.  If you really need an answer to the last question it’s no.  Honestly, going by all the pictures online, and dinner tonight, I should be the one asking that.  But I know you better than that.  At least I used to.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know when I became so unimportant to you,  something that could just be tossed aside when I wasn’t useful.”

He looks at you in shock. “That’s not true and you know it.”  

“I really don’t, not anymore.  With everything going on in your life, there isn’t time for me.  A backseat is okay once in a while, but it’s not a place I’m willing to stay.”

 “What are you talking about?”

“Your career is really taking off, and I can’t keep up with everything.  We don’t even live in the same county anymore.  I just don’t fit in your life anymore, and I deserve better than what I’m getting.”

“Everything I do is for us.”

“You really going with that? After how you treated me this weekend?  How you’ve been treating me the last few months?”

“Any girl would be happy to be in your place.”

“I don’t know when you became this self absorbed asshole, but that’s not the guy I fell in love with, the guy I planned my future with.  I’m sorry Jensen, but I can’t take the hurt and loneliness that have come from this relationship anymore.  I don’t want to cry myself to sleep over us another night, or wonder when you’re going to feel like talking to me again.” 

“After everything I did for us, if you think it’s really so bad to be dating me, then there is no reason to drag this out,” he spits out, his anger rising.  “Make sure to be out of the house before I get back to Texas.”

You give a small shake of your head, “if you knew how things were going with me.  You would know I’ve been staying at my brother’s house because I wasn’t comfortable alone in yours.  I don’t have much left there, it will be out soon.”   

You grab your bag and head for the door, stopping before you open it.  “I did love you, you meant the world to me.  I told Jared no matter what happens between us, I didn’t want it to affect your friendship.  I wish you the best Jens, and I really am happy for you and everything that’s coming your way.  I just wish there was still room for me in your world.”  Taking one last look at your now ex, you quickly exit the apartment.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 6

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BTS WEDDING SERIES: DIY Together

SEOKJIN

It had reached the two-week mark till your wedding and you and Seokjin had arrived on Jeju Island yesterday afternoon. With so many things to bring including Seokjin’s suit, your dress, some decor, favours and so much more, you had piled everything into the car and made the nine-hour journey from Seoul to Jeju. It had been a great idea at the time but when you finally arrived in your room, you didn’t want to think about wedding stuff. Sleep was the important thing.

However, the moment you sprung out of bed this morning, you had a checklist of things to do. You had already spoken to the wedding organiser, the company organising your decor, the cake maker, the catering and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. Seokjin had been in charge of unloading the car (with strong warnings not to look into the bag that contained your dress) and bringing everything into your room while you made the phone calls. 

“Are we done for the day?” Seokjin groaned, sitting down on the couch in the suite and kicking off his shoes. 

“You are but I want to finish off everyone’s boutonnieres and I want to get started on the packaging for the favours,” you explained as you came out with the box with everything you needed.

Your groom-to-be took one look at the box and sighed, nodding. “Okay, let’s order some room service then I’ll help with the favours. I have no idea what the other thing is.”

“You’ll see,” you called over your shoulder as he disappeared to make the call and you settled on the floor in front of the couch, clearing the coffee table and laying everything you needed over it. You flicked the TV on, bringing up one of the many idol variety shows.

You were slowly crafting a fishing lure boutonniere, using artificial flowers that were going to match your decor of dreamy blues and pinks and a specific fishing lure that reminded you of Seokjin. And then you would do the rest of the boys and the fathers. 

“That’s so well done,” Seokjin exclaimed when he came back with the food and stood over the coffee table, watching in amazement at how quickly you tackled your task. “Are they fishing lures?”

“Yup,” you nodded as you pulled your gaze away from the TV screen and to what you were making. “I’m just doing Jimin’s right now. Then I’ve got Tae’s and Jungkook’s then our fathers.”

“What an amazing idea. What am I doing?” he asked, clearing a small enough space to lay your lunch out. 

After finishing Jimin’s fishing lure, you reached over and pulled out the box that was inside the other box. Inside were large white shells made of plastic and a black pen. “You need to count out how many of these we need for each table. These are the place cards,” you said as you handed over the box of white shells.

“You’ve really thought of everything,” Seokjin grinned as he held one shell up.

“Someone had to take control of the wedding planning.”

YOONGI

The spare room in the apartment you shared with Yoongi, Holly and the cat, had been turned into Wedding HQ as Yoongi had called it. Anything and everything that was related to the wedding had been put in the spare room with a desk, a chair and a mini fridge. It had become your DIY heaven with Yoongi only allowing in if he was helping. 

The wedding was five days away and there was still plenty to be done according to the checklist you had on the wall. Families were coming in from Daegu, other families were coming from parts of South Korea and internationally as well. Rehearsals were going to take place in two days, your dress was at your mothers, the suits were ready to be collected and you had one final meeting with the venue and the florist who would be decorating the venue. 

It was all systems go.

And it seemed Yoongi had realised that when he taken one look at the checklist.

He had woken you that morning, bright and early. Like 6am early. Shoved you out of bed, made you take a shower, took you on a coffee run with the dog to get breakfast and then had declared on the way back home that he was going to help you with whatever you needed doing relating to the wedding. 

Including picking up at least four large boxes of tangerines which had been especially ordered for your wedding. 

Thank god for the NBA and the reruns that kept the apartment from sounding empty as you both sat in front of it, the coffee table covered in various bits and pieces. Yoongi was carefully wiping down the small bottles of whiskey and pink gin, ready to put on the personalised stickers you had ordered.

You, on the other hand, were carefully writing everyone’s names on white card cut into the shape of leaves. These would be pinned into the tangerines as place cards for your guests. 

“Is this good whiskey?” Yoongi asked, half way through cleaning the bottles. 

“It’s from the same place you get your whiskey so I assume so,” you shrugged as you placed the card you had already done on the table.

“And the tangerines are for?”

“Do you not know anything?” you laughed, as you paused what you were doing and held the leaf. “This will be pinned into the tangerine, as a place card so the guests will know where they're sitting. The whiskey and the pink gin are favours for our guests.”

“Ah,” Yoongi hummed as he pulled the stickers closer to his face.

“Do you remember we’re getting married?”

The look you got in return said it all. Yes, he did, just about. 

HOSEOK

While it seemed like a good idea at the time, Hobi was regretting what he had suggested. Doing it for the members as gifts had been an easy pastime that he could do on camera with ARMY and it was all in good fun, he could take his time and it would be that. 

Making approximately 275 BTS friendship bracelets was proving rather difficult even if the wedding was two weeks away and he had barely got started. Thankfully the BT21 company had jumped in well beforehand and made all the charms to go with it to match each BTS member - an acorn for Hobi, a cat for Yoongi, a rabbit for Jungkook, an alpaca for Jin, a bear for Taehyung, a Koala for Namjoon and a chick for Jimin. They had also made all the colour beads that responded to each member: red, black, purple, pink, green, yellow and blue and they had made the name beads as well.

All Hobi had to do was put it all together. 

You had finished the place cards yesterday and the moment Hobi had laid eyes on you, you knew what was going to be asked. Sure enough, you were in HYBE offices that looked like a conference room with all the coloured beads in each of their compartments with the charms in another box. 

“This was a stupid idea,” Hobi muttered with a sigh as he tackled 39 bracelets he would have to make in his own colours. 

“It is stupid but it’s cute. Who wouldn’t want a friendship bracelet, made by one of the BTS members personally for their wedding?” you mused as you tackled the 39 bracelets you had to make in Yoongi’s colours of black, grey with a cat and the beads representing Suga. 

“I bet most of them will be sold.” he sighed as he finished one and held it aloft in triumph. “One down. Another 38 to go.”

“Why don’t you go on live with ARMY while you do this? I’ll just be over here with Suga,” you suggested as you held up the cat charm in question which really did look like Yoongi. He was going to be so pissed. 

“It would make this go quicker,” Hobi nodded. 

“And whatever we don’t finish here, we’ll take home. Maybe we can rope in the boys in return for cooking dinner,” you laughed as you finished off your Suga bracelet and began your second one. 

“Don’t let Namjoon get hold of these, he’ll break them,” Hobi muttered as he got the camera set up. “Hi ARMY! Help!!”

NAMJOON

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”

“Joon, I’ve got this. You’ve got stuff you need to finish before the wedding which is just over a week to go. I can get these done today and then everything will be finished, and we don’t have to worry about a thing,” you promised as you made your coffee for the morning. 

Namjoon was feeling guilty that he was leaving the last minute wedding prep to you while he dealt with finishing off producing and writing lyrics that were breathing down his neck. Not even the prospect of him getting married was allowing his schedule to slow down. If anything it was heating up, as they knew they wouldn’t have Namjoon for a whole week for the wedding and then the honeymoon which was going to last three weeks. 

“Go on, I’ll be fine. I’ve got my podcast to catch up on, my office is cleared and ready to get started so go on,” you grabbed your mug filled with iced coffee and you kissed your future husband on the cheek, making your way to your office. 

Sent in from America, specially stored and prepped for your wedding, the magnolia leaves were the perfect way to finish off your wedding. The centrepieces you had picked were long foliage runners, mixed in with glassware of candles or floating candles in water, with a few white peonies here and there. Your welcome sign was even decorated to match the same so these place cards were the final thing you needed.

130 names were on the computer screen, ready for you to copy. You had a table placed at the side with the table numbers on sticky notes so you could sort the names into the right tables then bag them up. You were very much organised, everything was done. 

Dress collected, suits collected, final meetings apart from one with the venue were done. The florist was getting to work, your photographer and wedding videographer had been in touch. The music had been sent, your entertainment for the night and the day had confirmed the final playlist, the cake designer had confirmed they were baking the cakes and everything was going exactly according to plan. 

Even the tickets for your honeymoon had arrived early, along with a new passport for Namjoon. 

With your podcast playing on Spotify, you settled in your chair with your marker pen and got to work. It was a bit tedious writing out the names in white marker and thankfully you ordered extra pens and leaves for mistakes. 

“Okay, I’m here to help,” Namjoon popped into your office with his own mug of coffee.

“You finished already?” you questioned, turning down the volume on your speakers.

“Half-way but I wanted to come and help and then I’ll go back to it.”

He took the leaves you had already done and the printed list of tables with the guest in the right spot, starting to put each leaf with the right table. In the end, it was the perfect team effort. 

JIMIN

It seemed like an easy thing to pick when it came to favours. If anything, Jimin had picked it long before you had even thought about it. And nothing had been said until 150 mini bottles of expensive champagne had arrived at your front door two weeks before your wedding date. 

Thankfully you were quite skilled when it came to card and paper and printing stuff so you had spent the night printing 150 tags to tie around the bottles with ‘cheers’ and your wedding date on it, with space to write the guests name if you wanted to. 

Jimin, being Jimin, decided that today would be the day you would tie these tags on the bottles and make a date night out of it with takeaway pizza and burgers and some Korean food, some wine to finish it off and the show you both had been dying to see. 

“You know, I never realised how much goes into a wedding until we started planning ours,” Jimin commented as he folded his legs underneath him while cutting the pink ribbon to the size you wanted. 

“I didn’t realise how much you had to think about the guests more than the bride and groom,” you laughed as you punched holes in the top of the pink card, admiring the way the gold writing glittered under your living room lamps.

“That’s true, we’ve dedicated a whole menu and cake to them and now this,” he added after stopping to count how many ribbons he had actually cut. “But then again, it’s all worthwhile, right?”

“Yeah, the photographs will look nice.” 

“I didn’t mean that!” Jimin gently pushed at your shoulder, allowing all the ribbon to fall to the floor.

“We’ll never get these finished if you don’t stop daydreaming,” you added as you put the cards you had finished on the table before you. “And don’t even think about testing them either.”

TAEHYUNG

Trying to figure out what favours to do for 800 people was a nightmare. Trying to print out 800 place cards was an even bigger nightmare but the night before you were due to fly out to Los Angeles, you had managed to do it. The favours, however, still remained a mystery. 

However, you had landed in Los Angeles three weeks before your wedding with your parents, your wedding dress, all the extra bits and pieces that needed to be brought over and Taehyung would follow on in a few days after finishing up some schedules.

That meant you had plenty of time to get started on the place cards with your mother and father helping. You had found a place not far from the apartment that sold little red roses made out of red velvet and they had enough for you to finish off the place cards in your hotel suite, with your father sticking the rose down on the card you had cut and your mother sorting them out into tables.

“What are we going to do for favours?” you had asked Taehyung the first night in Los Angeles. 

“I’ll see what I can think of.”

“Because we have designers and celebrities.”

The chuckle you got and reassurances did nothing to stem the worry. You knew this was going to be a wedding people would talk about for the next year or so and that was a constant worry for you - to make it deeply personal to you and Taehyung but also taking into consideration of who was coming. 

However, the worry was for nothing because Taehyung came up with the idea when got to the hotel room with an extra suitcase. “Books! Look at these,” he said as he opened the suitcase and pulled out second-hand books that looked like they had come from the 1920s or 1930s. 

However, some were newer including a well-read copy of the Godfather and the Great Gatsby. 

“I guess we need to go book shopping then.”

JUNGKOOK

It was great having a talented boyfriend, sorry, fiance. And it was great when he had plenty of artistic talent that he wanted to use on the wedding in its final stages and final two weeks. You were set up in his parent's house, using the spare room to sleep and store all the things you had brought with you including your dress. 

Seokjin, however, was in charge of bringing Jungkook’s suit and the rings and anything important that Jungkook should have been in charge of. Not that you didn’t trust him, you knew how distracted he got. 

How he managed to sit himself down at his parents' dining table that was covered in newspaper as he painted the wooden names in black paint which were going to be your guests' place cards. 

You, on the other hand, were very carefully prepping the 100 candles the two of you had chosen together. The scent represented the two of you - vanilla for Jungkook, blueberry for you with a hint of eucalyptus. 100 black stickers had been printed with your initials and the date of your wedding in white writing with small purple flowers. 

If there was one thing people were going to take from your wedding, it would be the colour scheme. 

“How many more of these do I have left?” Jungkook asked, bambi eyes focused on making sure he left no piece of wood uncovered and that the black paint covered everything. 

“You’ve got another fifty to go,” you answered as you looked up from where you were smoothing the stickers down the glass of the candle. 

“At least it’s not 800 guests like Tae-hyung,” he laughed as he set the name down on a spare piece of paper on the table and picked up another name to paint.

“We’ve got one of the smallest weddings to be fair,” you picked up another candle and breathed in the scent, letting Jungkook sniff it as he leaned over to have a look. “And we’ve gone for the simple ideas of place cards and favours.”

“That’s why we’re the genius couple.”

“Go Team Jeon.”

[specialagentlokitty]

John x Teen!reader - just relax

Here's an idea I've had for a while. Sherlock has a younger sister who is a teenager and is very much a Holmes. But since Sherlock is always so caught up in his own stuff, he doesn't notice that she is very stressed for some reason. John notices that she has been spending days not eating and playing her musical instrument all day and he comforts her. - Anon💜

John had trouble living with one Holmes, he thought living with another would make it twice as worse, but he found you pretty friendly.

You loved talking, and you could make deductions like your brothers could, but you kept them to yourself unless asked or unless you thought it was absolutely necessary that they knew it.

Unlike your brother Sherlock, you liked a routine, you didn’t base things on cases or working, though you liked working you had strict times you would eat so you wouldn’t forget, and Sherlock would be forced to join you.

Sherlock had been busy taking case after case just to cure his boredom and John noticed he hadn’t seen you in a few days.

“Have you seen (Y/N)?” He asked.

“Check her room, or call her.” Sherlock said.

John sighed rolling his eyes at Sherlock and he made his way to your room.

It was nearly time for you to eat and you hadn’t even started cooking, so John just wanted to make sure you were okay.

The closer he got to your room, the louder the sound of the piano became and he stopped in front of your door, listening for a few minutes.

Finally, he knocked on the door and the music stopped.

“Enter.”

John opened the door and stepped in to find you sat at the piano in the corner of the room, twisting to look at him.

“Hello John, how are you?”

“I actually came to ask you that, you haven’t made your dinner. Do you want anything?” He asked.

You shook your head and picked up the sheets of paper from the top of the piano and sat down.

“I’m not hungry, I’ve got some stuff to do.”

John frowned but nodded his head, leaving you finish whatever you were doing.

He understood sometimes people didn’t feel hungry, so he didn’t force you to come eat dinner, but when the next day rolled by he noticed that you still hadn’t left your room.

“Sherlock have you spoken to (Y/N), she’s not come out of her room since yesterday morning. I’m worried about it her.”

“Isn’t she at school?” Sherlock asked confused.

“Oh my god Sherlock!”

Sherlock looked at John confused and grabbed his jacket as he tossed it on.

“Got a case, coming?”

“No, I’m going to talk to your sister because someone’s got to keep an eye on her.” John snapped.

Sherlock said nothing and left the flat and John sighed going to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast and carried it to your room.

The door was open so he walked in and set your breakfast on the desk and looked down at the floor where you were sat surrounded by different things.

“I made you some pancakes, just the way you like them.”

“Thanks I’ll eat them later.”

John frowned and walked over, kneeling in front of you.

“Is everything okay?” He asked.

You nodded and stood up, walking over to the piano you sat down and tapped a few of the notes before you started playing a soft and gentle tune.

John left again and came back at lunch.

You’d been playing the piano all morning, the same tune over and over again, and you hadn’t even touched your breakfast.

John couldn’t bare to watch you not eat, so finally he decided to just confront you.

“What’s going on (Y/N), this isn’t like you.”

You room was messier than before, you had school work everyone, score sheets everywhere and your bookshelf was half on the floor.

You stopped playing and turned around to face him, sighing heavily as you ran a hand down your face.

“I’m trying to think but I can’t. Every time I think it’s like a train is running right through my head, everything is so loud. All this homework is due tomorrow, Sherlock asked me to research something for him, I need to get my college applications out by the end of the week and my internship with Mycroft starts next week.”

You were now pacing back and forth.

“Woah, Woah okay, okay, let’s just sit down.”

John sat on the floor and you sat with him.

“Breathe.” He said.

You took a few deep breaths and closed your eyes as you placed your hands on your knees slowly breathing in and out.

John reached through and started to look through all of the papers, putting the ones that were school work aside.

“I’m trying to do it all on time, but between Sherlock texting me and Mycroft reminding me what I need for my internship I can’t get my thoughts straight.”

“Have you slept yet?” He asked.

You shook your head and look at him.

“Will you consider getting some sleep?” He asked.

You shook your head again and looked at everything.

“I’ve got too much to do, I’m sorry John but I can’t go to sleep until I’m done.”

“Alright, okay. How about we do homework first? Why don’t you play something for me and I’ll tidy up, and we’ll get started on your homework.”

“I don’t need help doing it…” you mumbled.

John laughed a little and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I know, but just to help you stay on track.”

You nodded and got up, thinking about what to play and then you started, a fast paced but beautiful sounding tune and John smiled as he started to clean the mess.

He put all the books back, put your phone on charge and muted it, then he made his way to all the papers.

He separated the college papers from the homework, and started to separate the homework into different piles based on subject.

Once he was done he let you finish your song before calling you over and he handed you a pen and a sheet of paper.

“Ignore everything else, just focus on this one bit of homework.”

“Right, okay.”

Taking a deep breath you got to work.

Within minutes it was done, and he handed you another.

Working half an hour you were finished all your homework and you looked up at John and he smiled softly.

“Don’t stress about anything else, you’ve got time, okay?”

“Alright, yeah. I’ve got time.”

“Exactly, ignore Sherlock and Mycroft, that’s not important you and your health are more important. So, let’s go make some lunch, and then we’ll look at those college forms.”

You smiled and followed John, letting him help you cook lunch and you sat at the table happily eating with him.

“Thanks for looking after me John.”

“Hey that’s what I’m here for okay? To look after you and help you when you need it. It’s okay to ask for help you know that right?”

“I know, sometimes I just get really stressed and forget that.”

John chuckled a little and nodded his head, going to help you with your college applications but you didn’t need help.

You were flying through them, so he just sat with to help you calm down when you were getting a little too stressed.

He was going to give both your brothers an earful after you went to sleep that night, reminding them you were just a kid, you needed them to help you not force you to do things.

But right now, his first priority was you, and making sure you managed to stay relaxed, and calm

[chaoticgoodlawyerwrites]

Preview for HOMD Chapter 10

Hey folks! I am very tired and still pretty sick but! I know not how to rest if I am physically able to work soooo. Let's just blame my capricron sun. But now we present! HOMD chapter 10! This is, again, a joint effort with @mocheng-gusto!

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Shen Yuan was reminded of this last unfortunate fact as he turned off his fifth alarm and read the notification to his most recent message.

✂️: Don’t forget to bring a certain special someone to our date today~ 

Fuck. Shen Yuan had completely forgotten about that part.

Not about the lunch of course. Yesterday he had been psyching himself up to “meet the family”. He was nervous but not anxious as he was putting together the outfit Mei Kexin had specifically made him buy for this occasion.

And just then was when his package arrived.

Alright yes, he had to admit that after that all other thoughts had exited his brain like an emergency evacuation. But by then he was too out of it thinking of silicone heavenly pillars to do anything but the most mundane tasks to keep himself busy!

Nothing to do about that. Fortunately at some point in the past when he’d been more mindful he’d put enough alarms to make sure he’d wake up with plenty of time to get ready, so he had time for a thorough shower and a quick breakfast, but not for anything more.

He would’ve liked to go on a jog to free himself of any restless energy but… thinking about it, he didn’t think his body would be able to take the impact. 

His musings were interrupted by his phone pinging with two new messages.

✂️: And don’t even think you can get out of bringing your man 

✂️: Remember how much blackmail material I have and won’t hesitate to use ❤️ 

Right.

That was the detail he hadn’t accounted for so far. Luo Binghe couldn’t come for quite obvious reasons, and it wasn’t like he had any desires to fess up that he was dating, married, to a mind construct, but he had other options. He’d disappoint his friend and her girlfriend no matter what, but Shen Yuan didn’t want to completely ruin their afternoon. 

Good thing he had a Plan B in mind. The problem was that he never informed his Plan B of his participation in this ruse.

No time like the present! Shen Yuan called Shang Qinghua as he was getting rid of all the gross beddings and towels.

The call was picked up on the third ring. “Bro?”

“Free food.” Best to start with his strongest cards. “I’m inviting you to lunch, with plenty of leftovers to bring home.”

Shang Qinghua was silent for a few seconds. “… Are you bribing me?”

Technically. “Are you coming or not?”

“Aww, no need to be so shy about it bro. If you were feeling lonely you could’ve just said so!” Sensing Shen Yuan’s silence as an impatient one, Shang Qinghua was quick to add. “But sure, why not.”

Shen Yuan discreetly let out a sigh of relief. “I’m sending a Didi to your place. You have twenty minutes to get yourself decent and finish whatever you’re doing.”

Shang Qinghua mumbled. “Every day you’re becoming more like your brother.”

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing! Just send me the info and I’ll be down when it arrives.”

“Alright. I’ll meet you there.” 

“Whe–” Shen Yuan hung up before he was able to get the full word out. He had a couple of cars to order and a cold shower waiting for him.

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Shen Yuan, because the shopping center was actually closer to downtown due to the somewhat upscale nature of the place, got there first. Shang Qinghua wasn’t too far behind, climbing out of the didi with eyes and something like fear on his face. “Bro, what the fuck?”

“Wardrobe,” Shen Yuan said before grabbing his friend’s arm and pulling him in, putting the little strength he had worked to build to use. “Don’t worry; I’m paying.”

“No shit you’re paying!” Shang Qinghua hissed. “I can’t afford to breathe in here. What the actual fuck is going on? Are you becoming my sugar daddy? Platonic, of course; love you but not like that, bro.”

“Tch, you wish. Besides, I’m straight. I’m just paying for stuff today so don’t question it.”

“What kind of lunch are we going to that apparently requires shopping?!” Shang Qinghua asked quietly, eyes darting from side to side as if a nervous herbivore. Shen Yuan locked eyes with a sales associate in the men’s section and, spotting a sale, the person discretely hurried towards them. “Oh, my God, are you taking me to lunch with your family!? Is Shen Jiu going to be there!?! Bro, I’m noping out of the free food offer if that’s the–”

“No, it’s not with my family, sheesh,” Shen Yuan said through clenched teeth before smiling at the sales associate. In a much more polite tone, he addressed them with, “Hi. My friend here needs appropriate semi-casual attire for brunch. We have a rather immediate deadline and would appreciate your assistance.”

“Of course, sir. If sir could please follow me…” Shang Qinghua was too polite to his fellow service worker to resist their urging, but he did throw Shen Yuan a dirty look as he left him alone. He watched from a distance to be sure that Shang Qinghua didn’t pick anything out that was ridiculous but otherwise left him to it, helpfully avoiding the questions his friend had about this ‘lunch’.

He would find out soon enough as it was.

[mazegays]

could've followed my fears all the way down

Chapter 4

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

“I’ll think about it.” Thomas doesn’t want to talk to anyone about the truth of the nightmares—Minho’s the only one who knows anything about them at all. Well, Gally and Harriet have probably figured some of it by now. Talking about them would make them feel too real.

Minho nods, finally sitting down. Instead of taking the chair like Harriet had, he sits on the edge of the bed.

“So, what happened?”

“I think that someone tried to play a prank on Frypan and I got caught in it. I can’t really… see you right now. You’re blurry. It’s not supposed to cause seizures, I’m just allergic or something. I haven’t really moved much so we don’t know what else it affects.”

“Explain that more. Why would a prank on Frypan affect you?”

“Because I was helping with lunch yesterday.” Thomas runs his line of thought by Minho.

“Makes sense. Maybe Frypan will know something.”

“I can’t exactly go ask him, can I? Anya was going to see if he’d have a minute to come and talk to me. I want to tell him about it myself.”

“Who are we telling what now?” Gally sits on the other side of the bed, closer to Thomas than Minho is..

“Frypan, about what I think happened yesterday.”

“Well, maybe Minho should go get him then.”

“Gally.” Thomas sighs. “Minho’s fine. We talked. It’s good.”

“Thomas— ” 

“Not now, Gally, please.” Minho doesn’t need to know about his original plans for last night. Not right now, when they’ve just started getting along again.

“We’ll talk more later,” Minho says. “I’ve been talking to Jamie, too.”

“Good.” Thomas wishes he could see their faces more clearly. He knows they’re having a conversation without words, but he has no hope of figuring it out when he can’t read their expressions.

“I’ll come see you again later, Thomas,” Minho says eventually. “We’ll talk more.”

“I told you he wasn’t mad at you,” Gally hardly waits until the door has shut behind Minho. “He just didn’t know how to deal with it.”

“I don’t know how to deal with it.” Thomas mutters. “Can we talk about something else, Gally?”

“Did you like helping Frypan yesterday? It’d give you something to do.”

“It was okay. I never did it in the Glade. I like being more active, though.”

“Yeah, I figured that one out.” There’s not much to say after that. He doesn’t know what to say, and Gally seems content to sit in silence.

“Anya said you wanted to talk to me?” Frypan’s holding a tray in his hands. “I brought breakfast.”

“Yeah, I did.” Thomas is glad when Gally grabs the tray and settles it on the bed for him. His sight has cleared up a little more, but he would have probably spilled something. “Are you in a prank war with anyone?”

“Yeah, Henri and I have been playing little jokes lately. Why?”

“I think I got caught in it.” He explains what had happened last night with a little help from Gally.

“Yeah, we found a plant he recognized as safe and tried some of it. All it did was blur our sight a little after a while.”

“I’m allergic to it or something, then.” He waves off Frypan’s guilt. “Neither of you could have known.” Gally slips out after a while, taking the empty tray with him, while Thomas and Frypan keep talking.

He doesn’t think he’s ever spoken this much to Frypan before.

“I’m going to have to kick you out, Frypan.” Anya comes back around lunch. Thomas’s eyes have cleared enough that she’s only blurry around the edges. “I’ve got to check Thomas over quickly.” Anya checks his eyes again, notes his heart rate. There’s not a lot to check— Thomas hasn’t had another seizure, hasn’t had any other reaction aside from the intended one.

“I’m fine.”

“I’m sure. Don’t go too far on your own. You can see well enough to go outside, right?” She raises her eyebrows.

“Yes, I can.” Thomas wants nothing more than to go and do something, but he knows she won’t let him. “Can I go to the greenhouse, or is that not allowed?”

“You can go. There are other things we’ll need to talk about, but I think I’ve kept you cooped up enough for one day.” Gally must have brought over clothes at some point and grabbed his own pants instead of Thomas’s; they’re just a little too long.

Sonya’s in the greenhouse, working on a new section of plants. “Mind if I help?”

“Yeah, you can— sit down!” She catches him, though he hadn’t even realized he was falling.

“Anya cleared you already? Does she know about this?”

“I didn’t know about this.” Thomas tells her. “I can work if I’m sitting down, anyway.” Sonya looks him over and snorts.

“Sure you can. I’ll go get another bag of plants, you take this.” She shoves a crude wooden trowel into his hand. He tries to copy what she’s done in the other pots.

He hadn’t been very good at this, back in the Glade. He’d been so convinced he needed to be a Runner that he’d just been high-strung the whole day. Zart had been patient with him, at least—a lot more than Newt had, anyway.

Newt would have liked this greenhouse. Zart, too. Probably would have everything blooming already, despite most of it not being in season. 

If Thomas hadn’t gone to the Glade, none of this would have happened.

If his nightmares memories dreams are correct, then he insisted on going in. Wanted to try and save them.

Look where that got him.

The very people he tried to save? Most of them are dead. People who would have never gotten so close to WCKD, like the Right Arm, many of them died or were left behind.

Teresa and Rachel, who he’d worked with for years, if the whispers Brenda and Jorge think he didn’t hear are true. 

How long has he known Brenda, really? Did he put her in the Scorch?

He thinks about all the names crossed off on the wall in the Glade.

All the graves.

How much of the Glade had been his design? The Grievers? The Changing?

Had he walked in the Glade before anyone was kept there, inspecting it?

Did he know this was going to happen? And still done it anyway?

He’d been a kid. He was still only sixteen, WCKD had had him for years. Most of his childhood, probably.

Did he ever know his parents?

He can’t remember them, as WCKD intended. He still can’t remember much of anything before the Maze, save for the little flashes from the Changing and what’s come back in dreams.

Would it be better if he could remember what he did?

Or would he just feel more guilty?

finish on ao3

[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - Limits

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie meets with Tilly again to talk about what working for him would exactly involve.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 2264 Chapter: 17/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent, mentions of hard and soft limits (masturbation, oral sex, degradation, bondage, choking, anal sex, anal fisting, dildos/plugs, piss play, group sex)

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 16 / Part 1 / Masterpost

The next morning Tyler cooked breakfast, all the while complaining as usual about how ‘early’ Frankie had to get up. He chuckled as Tyler once again tried to pitch working with him and how Frankie would be able to set his own schedule. Each of them danced around the elephant in the room until Tyler set the pancakes in front of them.

“So,” Tyler began, pointing his fork at Frankie as the bleary-eyed former pilot started to eat. “I’ve slept on it, and here’s what I think. Like I said last night. I can’t shit on this or you doing any sex work without coming off as a massive asshole. I’m a fucking sex worker. I have a job booked in a couple of weeks with some guys. I have sex with other men all the time.”

“Good to know.” Frankie interjected sardonically, chewing his food and throwing Tyler a wink when the younger man frowned at Frankie’s words.

“My point is,” Tyler playfully scowled as he continued, “that the sex part isn’t the problem for me. Yeah, I’ll be jealous, but it’s not like you love the guy. It’s just sex.”

“The problem is who it is.” Frankie nodded.

“Yeah. Tilly’s rep is bad. I know he’s a loan shark, but I’m guessing that’s the tip of the iceberg Frank.”

“I’d never heard of him before this.” Frankie admitted. “But yeah, he’s obviously into some shady shit. That’s what I want to talk to him about today. I want a promise to keep me out of his other business.”

“When are you gonna talk to him?”

“After work. I just need to let him know when and where. In fact…” Frankie pulled out his phone. “I’ll text him now.”

[It’s Frankie Morales. Are we still on for today? Same time & place as yesterday?]

“All right.” Tyler finished his breakfast, collecting Frankie’s empty plate as he passed. “I’ll let you get to work. I’m gonna head home and go back to bed; it’s too fucking early, man. Let me know how it goes, ok?”

“I will.” After planting a kiss on Tyler’s lips, Frankie watched as the younger man left, heading for his car. Then Frankie finished getting ready before gathering his stuff for the day ahead.

Tilly didn’t text back until halfway through Frankie’s lunch hour. His phone buzzed in his pocket, making him jump as he fumbled to fish it out. Frowning, Frankie read the message.

[Yup! Made some notes re: our last conversation. But I was wondering if you’d like to come to my home? I can show you the cars, and it’ll be more comfortable than storage sheds.]

Tilly wanted him to go to his house? That was a big step. 

Frankie chewed thoughtfully on his food as he considered this offer. On the one hand, Tilly would have the advantage if he wanted to try anything. On the other, if he accepted the job, he’d be working there, so he may as well get the lay of the land. It made a certain kind of sense, but it wasn’t without danger. Frankie still didn’t know enough about Tilly to trust him fully. But then again, he’d been around the guy when drugged. If Tilly wanted to hurt him, he’d already had ample opportunity. 

[Ok. Send me your address and I’ll drive over after I’ve finished work.]

By the time he’d finished his lunch, Tilly had sent over his address, and Frankie had Googled it. It was in a nice part of town and looked pretty big from the aerial view. Tilly had obviously done well for himself, although Frankie still hadn’t figured out what he did as his legitimate business. Tidying up after his lunch Frankie tried to mentally prepare himself for the meeting later as he headed back to work.

After finishing for the day, Frankie went home to quickly shower before heading over to the address Tilly had sent him. As he pulled up, Frankie got his first look at Tilly’s home, and he had to admit it was gorgeous.

Set back from the road behind a pair of large iron gates, the house was barely visible from the street. As the gates opened for him, Frankie was able to drive up the short winding driveway toward the house. Pulling up outside, Frankie was met with a two-story house with sleek, clean lines with bright wood paneling. There were only a couple of windows visible from the front, both on the second floor. From this angle, the house looked like a large wooden block with a set of frosted glass double doors that swung open as Frankie killed his engine. 

Locking up his truck, Frankie was met at the door by Tilly beaming at him in a pair of blue sweatpants and a tight black vest showing off his muscular arms. 

“Great to see you again!” Tilly held the door open for Frankie to go inside. “Would you like something to drink, Frankie? I have tea and coffee, or would you like something cooler? I have beer or lemonade.”

Inside was a small entranceway that opened into a large sitting area with huge floor-to-ceiling windows that dominated the far wall. Off to the right were a set of stairs going up, while to the left was an impressive kitchen. Tilly darted into the kitchen, pulling out a couple of glasses and glancing back at Frankie.

“Beer? Lemonade?”

“Lemonade is fine.” Frankie shrugged, not wanting to drink alcohol at the first meeting in case he needed his wits about him.

“Take a seat, and I’ll bring it over.”

Frankie nodded and headed over to the lounge. A massive white leather L-shaped sofa occupied most of the space in the room, wrapping itself around the area. A large panel tv hung on the wall above a sleek metal fireplace that seemed to be the focal point, flanked on either side by massive windows. Frankie could see a cozy seating area and a pristine-looking lawn through the windows.

Sitting down on the plush sofa, Frankie started taking in the details. Although the space looked clean and minimalist, tiny personal touches were everywhere. A large bookcase was packed full of books, both paperback and hardcover, as well as small picture frames. While there was no art on the walls, there were pops of color everywhere to contrast the stark white. Sheer navy blue curtains framed the huge windows, the shag pile rug was a sandy shade of beige, and the sofa cushions were patterned with navy and gold. 

“Here.” Tilly returned, handing Frankie a cool glass of lemonade and pulling over a small glass coffee table. “So, shall we make small talk or cut the bullshit and dive straight in?”

Frankie couldn’t stop himself from smiling at Tilly’s joke. “Why don’t we just get to this?”

“All right.” Tilly nodded, setting down his glass. “I’ve given some thought to what you said about rules and came up with a list of things I would like to do with you so we can rule things out if needed. What about you? Do you have a list for me? Hard and soft limits?”

“Yes.” Frankie took a sip. “Firstly though, I wanna make sure I don’t have anything to do with your, um, your business. I’ll fix your cars, I’ll fuck you, but I’m not gonna work as a hired thug.”

Tilly’s eyebrows shot up, but he smiled all the same. “Blunt. But fair enough. I understand your concern. My business is, well, my business. Not yours and I give you my word you won’t be involved.”

“All right then.” Frankie took another mouthful before putting the lemonade on the table. “Do you want me to just list them or…?”

“Oh!” Tilly stood up and headed to the bookcase to grab a pad and pen. “You’re right. I should have this down. That way, we can revisit it when needed. Go ahead.”

“Ok, soft limits.” Frankie thought for a moment. “Well, to start with, I guess degradation is ok, but only if it’s just us. I don’t know if we’ll do group stuff, but if we do… please, no degradation. And I don’t mind being called a slut but don’t ever call me a whore.”

Tilly furiously scribbled down Frankie’s words. “Got it. Anything else?”

“I’ve never done any bondage, so I’m a little… um…” Frankie stumbled over his words. “I don’t know you that well, so…”

“I understand completely.” Tilly looked up from his notes. “We can talk about that once you’re more comfortable around me. What about light bondage? Not tying you up, but something like nipple clamps or a cock cage?”

“That’s fine.” Frankie nodded. “Light spanking is fine too, but no hard impact play.”

“Hands only.” Tilly looked up at Frankie, smiling. “I’m not really into spanking, to be honest. Is that all the soft limits?”

“I’m open to being blindfolded, some roleplay and sounding.” Frankie racked his brain but then shook his head. “That’s all l I can think of right now.” 

“Soft limits can be revisited as we try new things.” Tilly drew a line under the list he had written, then poised the pen to begin taking notes again. “Hard limits? Things you absolutely won’t do.” 

“No choking. I don’t want anything round my neck. Not your hands or a cord, nothing. So no breath play either.” Frankie wrung his hands. “Nothing to do with animals or animal roleplay. I’m not gonna eat out of a fucking dog bowl for you. No needles, no guns, no knives. Piss is fine, but no scat or blood. And it goes without saying, but no drugs.”

“Got it.” Tilly finished his notes and then underlined each one. Looking up at Frankie, Tilly looked almost sympathetic. “Frankie, I don't know what kind of guys you’ve been with in the past or who Gavin was renting you out to, but I don't want to hurt you. I will never do anything to physically hurt you; I don’t get off on that.”

“So, what do you want to do with me?” Frankie grabbed his lemonade again and took a big mouthful.

“Well, what I would consider basic stuff, really.” Tilly shrugged. “Anal, oral, masturbation. You know I like to fist you. You already mentioned degradation. I might make you display yourself for me, but nothing public. The rest is plugs, dildos, edging, piss play, and maybe some group stuff now and again.”

“That all sounds simple enough.” Frankie nodded, taking it all in. “Is… is this what we used to do together?”

“Yes.” Tilly looked guilty at the mention of his prior times with Frankie, and Frankie couldn’t help feeling a little satisfaction at that. “Lots of oral, cum eating, anal, then I’d fist you. Wide, not deep. Like I said, we never did anything you didn’t like.”

Frankie rolled his eyes and drained his glass. “I want a safe word too.”

“Naturally. Do you have one?”

“January.” Frankie answered immediately. He’d been using the same safe word since his twenties, making it ingrained in his mind. “So, I think that’s everything.”

“Not quite.” Tilly set the pad and pen down next to his lemonade. “This part is a little, shall we say, delicate. I’m not going to beat around the bush, though. I know you’re in a, well, a relationship with Tyler Jansen, an up-and-coming online porn star. Now, I’m not going to tell you that you can’t have a boyfriend, but he might not be very understanding of our arrangement.”

“I’ve already talked to him about this.” Frankie frowned. So Tilly knew about Tyler? Of course, he did. “So long as you can promise me I won’t be a part of any other part of your organization, then we’re both fine with this arrangement.”

“Organization? You make me sound like a crime boss.” Tilly laughed. “But if you’ve already spoken to him, then I think we’re done for the day. Unless you’d like to stay the night?”

Frankie hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. “I still have work tomorrow. I’ll have to talk to my boss and hand my notice in before I start working for you.”

“So you’ll take the job?” Tilly looked overjoyed. 

“I wanna run everything from today past Tyler, but yeah, I think so.” Frankie stood up, with Tilly leading him back to the front door. “I’ll let you know when I’ve spoken to my boss so I can give you a start date.”

“But I haven’t shown you the cars yet.” Tilly smirked, holding the door open. “Why don't you come over this weekend? Have a look at the cars and start your extra duties early.”

Frankie paused for a fraction of a second before nodding, swallowing hard as he shook Tilly’s hand and got back into his truck. Setting off back home, Frankie shifted in his seat. 

He had lied. 

He didn’t know why he told Tilly he would go over it with Tyler. He was taking the job. He knew that now. 

From the moment he’d started talking about sex acts and what they would and wouldn’t be doing, he had felt his dick twitch. Even as Tilly briefly spoke about what they’d done together, he’d felt his arousal growing. They were going to fuck this weekend after viewing the cars, and Frankie was concerned how much he was looking forward to it. Even though thoughts of Tyler and his beautiful soulful eyes and goofy smile made him feel guilty, he still shivered at the thought of Tilly’s cock in him. 

[lovemesomesurveys]

What did you eat for lunch today? My leftover lemon pepper boneless wings from Wingstop. 

Would you rather vacation by a beach or a lake? By a beach for sure. 

Have you watched any good horror/thriller movies lately? I watched X a few weeks ago and I thought it was good. I want to watch the prequel now, Pearl. 

How would you feel about traveling abroad alone? I honestly would be too afraid to go alone. I wouldn’t feel safe or comfortable. I’d love to travel abroad if I could take someone with me, though. 

What was the last thing you watched on TV? I have Everybody Loves Raymond on in the background. 

Do you know your blood type? Yes. 

Yesterday, did you get up before 9am? I usually get up at 6 or 7. I sometimes go back to sleep until like 9 or 10, though. Every once in awhile I’ll actually sleep in until then. 

How many times does the number ‘7’ occur in your phone number? It doesn’t. 

What was your favorite board game as a child? Trouble, Sorry, and Chutes and Ladders. 

Are you a coffee drinker? Yeppp. 

When are you going on vacation again? I don’t have any plans as of now. It’ll be awhile before I can go anywhere. 

Who did you last have an alcoholic drink with? A group of friends several years ago. 

What are you going to do after this? I’ll be getting ready for bed. 

Who was the last person you were under the covers with? Just me.

Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? Yeah.

What did you do today? I first got up around 7, but I went back to bed until a little after 10. After I got up, I took a couple of my morning meds and then a little bit later my mom gave me the rest of my meds and one of my shakes via the feeding tube. Then I ate breakfast and had my coffee while catching up on social media and checking TikTok. Then the rest of the day I scrolled through Tumblr, watched TV, had lunch, did some reading, rested, and had dinner.

How is your hair? It’s ugly right now. It’s still short from when I chopped all my hair a couple summers ago and has no style to it. I really want it to grow more and dye it red again. 

Do you like to cuddle? I really haven’t had much cuddling experience to be honest. I probably wouldn’t be able to cuddle long cause I’d get too hot haha. 

Name something great that happened today? I’m trying to get back into my reading groove again and did a decent amount of reading today. Ooh, and my mom bought me more Reese’s lol. 

How many different people of the opposite sex have you really cried over? A few. 

When was the last time you saw your father? Like twenty minutes ago.

Have you ever passed out on the bathroom floor? No.

Do you like your life as of now? It needs a lot of work.

Who was the last person you hung out one-on-one with? My mom.

Would you cry if you found out you were pregnant? I’d be really freaked out and confused to say the very least because I don’t know how that would happen being I’m a virgin and I can’t get pregnant.

Last thing you drank? Coffee.

Did you kiss or hug anyone today? No.

Do you tend to make relationships complicated? I tend to make everything complicated. 

Could you go a day without eating? I have sometimes back when I was having eating and appetite issues. There were days I didn’t eat much, which wasn’t good either. It led to a lot of problems and needing a feeding tube, so there’s that. I can’t go a day anymore without eating. 

Ever kissed anyone whose name starts with a M? No.

Where did your last kiss take place? I don’t remember, it was so long ago.

Have you ever met any bands/band members before? I met this band called Honor Society several years ago when I saw the Jonas Brothers. I’m pretty sure they’re not together anymore.

Do you use online banking? Do you have an app on your phone? Yes.

How old were you when you started buying your own clothes? I think in middle school I did sometimes. My freshman year is when I started doing more shopping, though. It was cool because my dad worked at the mall and I sometimes went to work with him on the weekends and got to hang out there for hours. It was really cool when we got there before the mall even opened because I was able to go shopping right when stores opened and I’d pretty much have the mall to myself for a bit. 

Who does most of the chores in your house? My mom. 

What is your least favourite household chore? I’m not particularly fond of any chores. 

What was your first job? Did you like it? I’ve never had a job. 

What was the last food you were craving? Did you get some? Wingstop and yes I had it for dinner yesterday and my leftovers for lunch today. 

Has anyone ever seen you naked? Yes. 

How do you get around? Car, bike, public transport? Well, since being home from the hospital I’ve been using a transport service to go places because I’m taken on a gurney. It’ll be that way until near the end of the year. 

How often do you see your parents? Everyday, we live together. 

Do you own your cell phone or is it on a plan? I’m on a family plan. 

Where do you get most of your clothes? Boxlunch and Hot Topic. 

Do you remember how old you were when you first started using computers? When I was in kindergarten we played educational games on them. My family got our first computer when I was 9. 

What is the first video game you remember playing? Super Mario World. 

Have you ever dated a Josh? No.

Does your family do reunion gatherings? We’ve done several, but it’s been several years since our last one. We did that a lot when I was growing up.

What would you order to drink if you were in a bar right now? A soda. 

How old were you when you started to wear a bra, if ever? I was in 7th grade. 

Do you have any long-lost loves? No. When was the last time you had a first kiss? Uh, I had my very first kiss when I was 16.

How many homes have you ever lived in? Two. 

When was the last time you moved? 11 years ago.

Have you ever donated money to charity? Yes.

What’s your favourite type of exercise? None.

How many jobs have you had? Zero.

When was the last time you dined at your favourite restaurant? I don’t have a favorite restaurant. 

What do you keep in your bedside table? Well, I have two. One has 3 drawers and I keep miscellaneous stuff in those and on top is my lotions and body sprays. I also have a TV tray that’s closer to me that I have my drinks and some snacks on. I also have a few scrunchies and a pack of rubber bands on it right now. 

Have you ever given your number to someone? Yeah.

Do you have an ensuite bathroom? No.

What shoes do you wear the most? I actually haven’t worn any shoes in several months since I was in the hospital and then even since I’ve been home. When I go to my doctor appointments I’m taken on a gurney and just wear socks cause who cares. Anyway, before all that I always wore my black Adidas. 

How old were you when you learned how to drive? I haven’t. 

Have you ever been to a baby shower? What was the baby's name? I’ve been to a few. 

What mode of transport did you take to high school? My mom usually took me, but once in awhile my dad or aunt did. 

Name a personality trait of yours that you like. I’m understanding. 

Name something about your physical attraction that you dislike. Ugh, everything. I’m a real mess right now and extra self-conscious. 

What's in your purse right now? I don’t have one currently.

Do you vote in your country's elections? Yes.

What was your first kiss like? It was awkward, but I was just all giddy about having had my first kiss lol. 

Shuffle your music and skip twice. What song is playing? Nah. 

Have you ever been a freelancer? Nope.

What mood were you in when you woke up today? Tired.

What storey is your bedroom on? I live in a one-story house. 

What gifts do you usually receive at Easter? Usually gift cards, something else like a shirt or stuffed animal, and candy.

Do you use a planner to keep track of your life? I use my notes and calendar apps to keep track of some things. 

Who was the last person you sent an email to? I have no idea, it’s been quite awhile since I’ve sent an email. 

Are there any posters in your bedroom? Yes.

What was your favourite fairytale as a kid? Does Alice in Wonderland count?

Is there anything in your freezer that you really need to get rid of? *shrug*

Have you ever played Second Life? No.

What do you like about the town or city you live in? Only that my family is here, otherwise my city is awful. 

What do you dislike about the town or city you live in? It’s not the best or safest place to live. 

Are your parents good cooks? Yes. 

What's the first thing you notice about a person? I honestly don’t really know. 

Have you ever been to a chiropractor? Did you like it? I’ve never been. What is your favourite museum? I don’t have a particular favorite, but I enjoy going to historical museums. Although, I think if I ever went to the Smithsonian it would become my favorite. It sounds so cool.

Do you know anyone who is an actor? No.

Have your wisdom teeth come through yet? I got them taken out when I was a teenager. 

How many weddings have you been to? Three. 

Do you watch Youtube? What channels do you like? Yes, I watch a lot of YouTube.

What's your alcohol of choice? None.

Have you ever used a public pay phone? I have. 

Which one item would you save from your burning house? Gah, that would be so hard to just grab one thing. I’d of course want to grab many things like my phone, laptop, and some other things, but if I could only grab one I’d have to grab my meds. I’m grouping them as one thing cause they’re all together in this little tub thing that I could just quickly grab. There’s also medical supplies I’d really need cause they’re not stuff I can buy at the store. 

Do you have a Twitter account? I do.

What is your hair like right now? Like an ugly mess. 

How do you like your eggs cooked? Over-easy, scrambled, hard boiled, deviled. 

What's the longest you've been without showering? The 3 months I was in the hospital. I only could have bed baths. 

Name one of your guilty pleasure songs. I don’t have one.

Have you ever made an item of clothing? Nope.

What was the most expensive bill you paid within the last month? My credit card bills are kinda high. :/

[praiseinchains]

Gratitude Journal Entry (8/23/24)

Today I’m Grateful For:

*After receiving some bad news yesterday regarding my health, my parents encouraged me to go out to lunch with them to get me out of my mind for a bit. I’m grateful that they did that, because I had a nice time. We went to the VFW (my dad’s the chaplain there) and we had chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes and gravy

*My brother and I spoke a bit online yesterday. I’ve not been feeling well enough to want to speak with anyone on the phone, so the few exchanges we had online were nice, even if all we did was joke around, lol!

*In 2019 is when my health took a huge nosedive. We’d lived here for 2 years, and those years were fine – nothing noteworthy. But in 2019 I really began to struggle. When my doctor found an abnormal heartbeat on the EKG she sent me to the ER. Long story short, I had my thyroid medication increased, was referred to a cardiologist, and was given antibiotics for what the doctors believed was pneumonia. After suffering for several years with what we thought were heart problems, I received the true answer as to what’s been going on. Despite my symptoms, every heart test my cardiologist did showed that nothing was really wrong with my heart other than PSVT (a type of tachycardia) and skipped heartbeats. He really wanted me to see a pulmonologist because he said that my symptoms seem more aligned with that, and pulmonary issues can masquerade as heart issues. Anyway, last month I had a test done and while I didn’t have asthma (as was originally believed) the test shows I have severe neuromuscular weakness of the spirometry (respiratory) muscles. Fancy way of saying that the muscles that control my breathing are weak. Out of 100%, my muscles are only functioning at 48%. Like the rest of my health issues, this has been a gradual thing, so I’ve not even realized that my breathing has gotten so bad – it just feels normal to me now. While it’s scary to think about and scary to realize just how much my NMO is affecting me, I’m grateful that I finally have an answer as to why I’ve been having the issues I’ve been having with breathing. This certainly explains why I can’t exercise, but it’s annoying all the same because I LOVE exercise, and I like to stay in shape. If only my first pulmonologist had done that test when I saw her a couple of years ago, things might have been different. This isn’t something that just happened – this has been going on for a while and it would have shown up on a test had she performed it. But I now know, and I’m committed to working on getting it better, if only a little.

Something I’m Proud Of.

*I’ve not done this for a bit (due to feeling unwell and just being so tired and simply not wanting to) so I’m proud that I’m making it a priority to do it. I really need to start making it a priority again. Even if I’m tired or not feeling well, I can still put something.

*When I got the news about my health, I stayed composed (I don’t think it had fully hit me yet, actually – not until I told my parents) and began coming up with a way to hopefully strengthen my muscles. The first thing that came to mind was pulmonary rehabilitation therapy and my doctor jumped right on board. After reading up more on it, I’m very encouraged that this could help. I’m very pleased that there’s a clinic in the town where we go all the time. If I’m able to get in, I’ll go three times a week for 6 weeks and I’m excited at that. I can come up with things to look forward to on the days I go to therapy. Anyway, I’m proud of myself for being proactive and finding something that might help.

Tomorrow I’m Looking Forward To:

I just love Saturdays, so I’m just looking forward to it in general. Even though I don’t work, my mind is still in that work mode and doesn’t really allow itself to fully relax until Saturday. Perhaps we might be able to eat out for breakfast :-)

Daily Affirmation:

I am resilient and proactive, finding strength in every challenge I face.

[hqmillioncorn]

Some things are meant to be contained.

Aleria watched as more and more guards walked past her. None of them suspected a thing. She turned around and caught sight of Meriala, she nodded back to her. Today was the day. All she needed to do now was wait for the assistant to come back and Aleria would ask her if she could get something from her cell before they left for yet another briefing. Aleria gripped the soul crystal in her hands behind her. She had been so nervous about this she ended up skipping yesterday's lunch and today's breakfast.

Lalapril 4/19 Holy

you could also put an un- in front of holy and it would fit. anyway babycorn helps an old woman cross the street :) if the street was an underground bunker sort of thing

Babycorn had always thought of herself as an excellent judge of character. If someone seemed sketchy to her then one time out of ten they would be and if she found someone trustworthy, they often were aside from twenty or so outliers.

Which really meant that even though Babycorn thought otherwise, she was actually a VERY bad judge of character. 

Something that was very bad if you happened to be one half of the Warrior of Light and also a powerful being known as a Starsinger. 

As she had grown older Babycorn became the type of person to trust someone almost immediately after meeting them. After years of suffering at the hands of others she wanted to believe that people were generally nice and good at heart. They just needed a little push in the right direction sometimes!

“-And that’s why we should help her!” Babycorn finished her very long explanation. 

Despite trying her best, Airy looked unconvinced and very cold. Which wasn’t too much of a surprise since they were in Garlemald. “I don’t think we should get near her!” Airy flew behind Babycorn and gestured to the woman that was hopefully too far away to hear either of them, “She’s got a creepy mask on and she’s just standing still in the middle of a snowstorm?! That’s like a horror movie premise 101!!” 

Babycorn scoffed, “Come on Airy! She’s probably just lost and needs help getting somewhere safe!”

“Who gets lost in the ruins of a city?!” 

“We did! Remember?” 

Airy pouted and crossed her arms. “That was only because you went chasing something you wanted to bite…” It hadn’t even been her fault. At this point Airy knew that convincing Babycorn to just go home was a lost cause. “Fine! Let’s go help her or whatever!” This type of Helping people in trouble' stuff was so not the 'Future ruler of the world style.' 

“Yay!” Babycorn cheered, “I promise it’ll be quick! And when we get back home I’ll make you some more burnt cookies!”

“Yeah you better!” 

Airy flew close behind Babycorn as she walked up to the strange masked woman and introduced herself.

“Hiya!” Babycorn extended her gloved hand out, “My name’s Babycorn! I live in the The Goblet, plot 10 ward 21 and I’m twenty-seven years old! Do you need any help today ma'am?” 

For a second Babycorn was starting to doubt herself, as the masked woman remained silent, simply staring down at Babycorn with a pair of empty black eyes. 

Airy hovered closer to Babycorn and whispered into her ear. “We’re gonna die~” 

“Shush…!” 

The masked woman suddenly spoke. She placed a hand near her heart, “My name is Priscilla. I’m looking for something.” Priscilla turned around and raised her hand to gesture behind her. “It’s a small door in the ground. Under that door is a series of rooms with very important documents I need to find.” Then without another word the woman walked away, presumably to look for the door she was seeking.

Babycorn shrugged. “Well I guess we’re looking for like a door!” With a pep in her step Babycorn began to swipe away at the snow on the ground with her boots. 

Airy slowly descended down to the ground, groaning all the way. 

It took a few minutes but Babycorn was able to find the exact door that Priscilla had been looking for this entire time. While Airy kept watch at the door Babycorn ran to go call her over.

It wasn’t that hard for Babycorn to find her, there wasn’t really an overabundance of masked ladies running around. 

“Hey!” Babycorn ran up to Priscilla, her feet kicking up snow and soot with every step. “Miss Priscilla we found the door! It’s right over there!” 

Priscilla looked a little off guard by Babycorn tugging on her arm. It took a few seconds for her to regain her composure. She adjusted the strange mask on her face. “Ah?! C-Can you lead me to it?” 

“Sure can!” Babycorn ran ahead. She waved her arms all over the place so Priscilla wouldn’t lose track of her. “This way! This way!” Though with Babycorn’s bright yellow colored coat it would be almost impossible to lose track of her. 

Once they arrived at the door, Priscilla knelt down and began to inspect the door closely. Then before Airy could even suggest they make their exit, Babycorn knelt down beside her. Something that Airy reacted to by screaming directly at Babycorn, who just sort of ignored her. “Do you need any more help? You know just in case there’s some scary monsters in there?” Babycorn asked Priscilla with a smile on her face. 

As Priscilla pulled on the handle of the door and peered down into the darkness under them she turned to Babycorn with a smile. Presumably.  “That would be…like, really nice.” In the span of a second however, there was a sudden change of heart. “Sorry. No. I can’t let someone get hurt because of me.” There was an earnestness to her voice. She really meant this. 

Babycorn giggled to herself. “Don’t worry I won’t get hurt!” She took out her codex and flipped through the pages. Sure she might not know more than half of what was written on there but it still looked impressive for her to do. She pushed up a pair of invisible glasses on her head. “I know white and black magic now! So you can count on me to protect you!” Babycorn stepped aside and gestured towards Airy, who was boredly flying next to her. “Airy is here too! And she can help keep us both safe too!”

Airy scoffed. She would heal Babycorn whenever she needed it but it was a whole different situation for strangers. “What makes you think I’d help keep anyone safe?”

“Because you love me?” Babycorn batted her eyelashes.

“I’m the future ruler of the world! I don’t have any love in my heart!”

“Hehe. That means she’ll help us!” 

“No it doesn’t!!” 

There was a strange sound. It took a bit but Babycorn realized that it was the sound of Priscilla’s laughter. There was something that just sounded off about it. 

“When's the last time you laughed?” Babycorn asked. As tactfully as usual.

Priscilla stopped laughing and stared at Babycorn in silence, complete silence. This did not waver Babycorn in the slightest. Unlike Airy who flew quite a distance away from the masked woman. Eventually Priscilla answered, “It’s been a while since something last made me laugh.”

“Wow…So what you’re saying is that I’m really funny?!” 

“...Guess so.”

The door that Priscilla had been looking for ended up leading to a ladder that itself led to a series of underground rooms. It looked like no one had been down there in several years. Papers and furniture were strewn everywhere, almost as if someone had intentionally made a mess of the whole place. 

Babycorn looked around, taking note of how wet the ground felt. It was too dark to see how much water was down there, in fact it was too dark to see most things. “Don’t worry Miss Priscilla! I got this!” Babycorn took out her codex and concentrated her magic into her hand. 

In no time there was a small ball of light floating in Babycorn’s hand. It was sort of like a smaller version of a Holy spell, just compact and scholar-friendly! Babycorn noticed that Priscilla wasn’t really paying attention. It was a bit of a bummer but Babycorn pressed forward.

The water turned out to be almost up to Babycorn’s knees. “C-Cold…” It was a little chilly but she needed to be brave. For this new friend of hers. “So what were you looking for down here again?” Babycorn couldn’t quite remember. 

Priscilla was already hard at work, turning around paper after paper in her search. “It’s a folder of important documents.” Her voice took a voice for the somber. “...I can’t let it fall into the wrong hands.”

Airy mocked Priscilla’s talking by flapping her hand up and down. 

“Got it! We’ll get looking and I’ll hand you any important looking stuff for you to check!” 

Priscilla nodded but her mind was elsewhere as she continued to walk further into the rooms. 

Babycorn signaled to Airy as she slowly followed Priscilla, “Airy can you look over there for stuff?” She couldn’t remember which one of her friends had said it, but she remembered one of them telling her that two heads are better than one. “If we all look in different places we’ll find it faster!” And the faster they found it the faster Babycorn could change into a pair of dry socks.

Airy let out another loud and long groan but ultimately there was nothing she could do about it now that they were down here anyway. “Fineeeee!” Luckily Airy let out her own glow so she didn’t have to fly around in the dark. “Call me if you need me or whatever.”

“Thank you Airy! I love you!” Babycorn then skipped after Priscilla into the darkness. 

“Yeah,yeah.”

Priscilla and Babycorn eventually made it to a room that had no water in it, much to Babycorn’s relief. If only Hungstal was with her then she would have an extra change of clothes. 

As Babycorn grabbed a folder from the floor she shook it to see what was inside. When she did, only a few specks of dust came falling out. No sign of the documents that Priscilla was looking for. She sighed, the search wasn’t going too well. Babycorn hoped that Priscilla was having better luck but when she turned around it looked like Priscilla was having as much luck as she was. 

Babycorn picked up a ripped piece of paper from the ground. She couldn’t understand a word of it. “So what kind of papers are you looking for anyway?” Maybe if she knew a little more it would help her look for it better? 

“I really don’t want to bring you into this.”

“Huh?” That was not at all the kind of answer Babycorn was expecting. “What do you mean?” 

Priscilla remained adamant in keeping Babycorn in the dark. As both of them continued to search in silence. Until Babycorn cut right through it, “I’m a Warrior of light you know? I’ve fought a lot of scary things so I think I can handle whatever it is you don’t want to bring me into!” She grinned at her, though Priscilla’s back was turned.

Without a word, Priscilla touched her mask with a gentle hand, she sighed. “It’s about someone dangerous. Very dangerous.” She almost hesitated calling it someone, it was nothing more than a monster to her. A being incapable of mercy or understanding. 

The way it ripped her friends and co-workers apart…

“That…actually sounds kinda scary. Yeah…” Babycorn only hoped that it wasn’t like a ghost or anything. Otherwise she was pretty confident that she could handle it, and if not she would call in one of her friends for help. Surely they would be happy to help her if she asked nicely enough.

“I doubt you have ever heard of it.” Priscilla knew that the Warriors of light were involved in lots of conflicts but there’s no way that anyone outside, or even inside of Garlemald, would know about what she was talking about.

“I’ve heard of a lot of things!” Babycorn beamed.

“Then…” Priscilla’s voice cut right through Babycorn. “Have you ever heard of Starsinger?”

Babycorn’s blood ran cold. 

In her panic she found herself incapable of lying. “I-I have…”

Once Priscilla heard this she rushed to Babycorn’s side, grabbing her arms in an almost deathly grip. Babycorn held in the urge to scream. “Then you know-!” Priscilla was trembling, “You know how terrifying they are!” 

Babycorn said nothing. 

“How they have the power to find out anything and everything about you? To decide your fate?! They’ll know everything you’re doing. You can’t hide from them! There’s nowhere, no time to hide! They’ll find you no matter what!” Priscilla laughed, but it was different than last time. “They can control anything and anyone they want to. Do you understand?!” 

Babycorn watched as Priscilla stood up and walked away, her back turned to her as she continued rambling. “If I can find those papers I can make sure that the world can be free of Starsingers. For now and forever.” There was a sob, “Why did she do all this…Aleria you…?”

“Mama? What does mama have to do with-?” 

Babycorn hands flew to cover her mouth as quickly as she could but it was too late.

As soon as she looked up, Priscilla was staring right at her. “Aleria…Y-You’re…” The pieces were slowly coming together. She took a step back, “You…Then…It can’t be…” The realization had hit her. She was standing in front of the monster she had been fearing for the last forty years. 

Priscilla fell to the ground, she crawled as far back as she could until she hit a wall. Even then she tried to do the impossible and tried to keep going. Just for a chance to escape. “S-Stay away from me!”  She grabbed an empty container and threw it right towards Babycorn. 

Babycorn ducked down just in time to avoid getting hit. and flinched when she heard a clatter behind her. The container Priscilla threw ended up hitting and knocking down a handful of books that had been stacked on a desk. 

“W-Wait Priscilla I'm not going to hurt you!” Babycorn took a step closer, “I don't...!” 

“I said get away from me!” 

Something about the way Priscilla was raising her voice combined with the static emotion of her mask was making Babycorn more nervous than she was. “I don’t understand! What’s wrong?! Did something happen?” Had she done something wrong? Had she said something wrong? Sometimes she was too direct with some things, that was true. Maybe she just said something like that again. “I’m sorry if I said something! I say a lot of stuff wrong sometimes. But I’m sorry if I-”

“Shut up! Just shut up and leave!” Priscilla looked around for anything that she could defend herself with. There was a glitter of hope as she spotted something at an arm’s length of her. 

A sharp scalpel. Where had it come from? Who knows and who cared. 

Now armed with a scalpel Priscilla found the strength to slowly stand back up. She kicked up scattered papers filled with nothing important as she stood her ground, holding onto the scalpel, pointed directly towards Babycorn. “Don’t come near me! You hear me?!” Her hands were trembling. 

Babycorn wasn’t sure what to do next. There was a part of her that was scared that she wasn’t actually that scared of what was going on. “Priscilla…Stop it…!” With each step that Priscilla took towards her Babycorn took a step back. Her eyes were fixated on the weapon in Priscilla’s hands. There was something about this whole thing that had her stomach in knots. 

Priscilla’s voice was quiet, almost at a hushed tone. “You think you’re going to fool me again? You have another thing coming…”

“Huh? What?”

The sound of Babycorn’s dismissive tone just added more flames to the fire. “Don’t play dumb with me! Aleria! I’m not letting you do this to us again!” Priscilla crushed a glass vial underneath her heel. She was getting closer. 

“Aleria?” Babycorn paused, “That was my mama’s name! That’s not me!” 

Priscilla stopped, her heavy breathing was permeating through the room. It was the only thing Babycorn could hear. She turned her head to look directly at Babycorn. “Regardless. I can’t let a monster like you leave here alive.” Not again. Never again. No one would die on her watch again.

Babycorn was speechless. She held up the light she cast earlier. As it was a compressed Holy spell, it wasn’t just good for creating light. As scared as she was, she was still a Warrior of Light. She wasn’t going to go down without putting up a fight. 

Cherrypit was still waiting for her after all. 

With that, Priscilla suddenly charged forward. 

By now, the sound Priscilla’s commotion was causing reached Airy. Her wings stood still for a moment in worry. “Babycorn?” She dropped a strange folder she was carrying and flew as fast as she could to see what was happening.

If there was anyone that was hurting Babycorn there would be no hesitation on her part to fight them head on. 

What Airy never expected to fly into was a scene that almost made her scream on the spot. 

The strange masked woman was lying on the ground, clearly unconscious. And standing right in front of her was Babycorn. There was a knife stabbed into her stomach. Her bright yellow coat was slowly turning a slight shade of orange from what Airy could only guess was blood coming out of the knife wound. 

Airy had started healing Babycorn before she even realized what she was doing. 

“Babycorn!? Are you-?!” Airy flew over to Babycorn’s side, she looked at her and then back to Priscilla, “What happened?!” Things got even weirder when she saw Babycorn pull the scalpel out of her like she was pulling a knife from butter. 

This time Airy couldn’t help but scream. “Aren’t you supposed to leave that in?! So you don’t bleed to death?!” Airy didn’t know a lot about that sort of stuff but it sounded right.

Babycorn tossed the scalper aside into a pile of papers. “Don’t worry! Like I said-I'm sturdy!” She winked.

“I don’t think you’re that sturdy?!” 

“No I am.” Babycorn took out a handkerchief and began to wipe at the spot of her coat that was stained with her blood. Almost like if it was a juice stain rather than actual blood from her own body. “She stabbed me right where my scar is. I really lucked out!”

“W-What does that have to do with anything?!”

“If anything hurts me through my scar it doesn’t really do anything!” A very fun side effect from the whole dying thing that Babycorn had fortunately (or unfortunately) found out when she was just a kid living in Ul’dah. “It sorta just feels like I got poked by a pointy stick! I just pull it out and I’m fine, see?”

Babycorn struck a pose. Her hand was shaking. 

“Uh…huh…” Right now Airy was a little too shocked to say anything but she put it in the back of her mind to yell at Babycorn when they got home. Did she have any idea how much they could have been putting this to an advantage?! Having this sort of secret ability would probably help them take over the world even faster! Somehow! 

“Not that I make it a habit of getting stabbed.” Babycorn tugged on one of her braids lightly. “It’s still not very fun…” 

Airy could only imagine. 

“So um.” Airy turned around to look at the still unconscious Priscilla. It didn’t look like she was dead and she knew that Babycorn (probably) didn’t have it in her to kill someone that she had been so friendly to just moments before. Then again, what did Airy know? “What are we gonna do with her?” 

Babycorn honestly wasn’t sure. 

The way she had spoken about Starsingers, how they were monsters that were able to control a person’s life so easily had her a bit unnerved. There were people out there that wanted her dead that was for sure but never for this reason.

There was just something about it that made her sick to her stomach.

Not only that, but the way Priscilla had so casually mentioned that her mother had somehow ruined her life. That her mother was a monster? Her mother was anything but that. She had never done a thing wrong in her life.

All Babycorn wanted to do was stop thinking about it. 

“We should leave.” 

[i-love-ptv]

hii babes i love your writing! wondering if i could request something w felix catton? thinking abt him being so sweet n gentle and talking his girl through it 🫣

My Eyes Are Wide Like Cherry Pies

Pairing: Felix Catton x fem!reader

Fluff + Smut!

Wc: 659

An: Thank you so much for requesting sweets! I’m so so SO sorry for it coming out incredibly late. School is kinda kicking my butt, and I wanted to make my first request perfect for you lovelies! <333

Hopefully i did this request justice :)

“Honey, I swear you’re made f’me. We fit s’perfectly t’gether. See?”

Felix nudges your head down; urging you to look down at where your bodies connect.

In the corner of your eye you see the long forgotten Harry Potter book that you had been reading earlier. Everyone at Saltburn had been passing it around, Felix had just given it to you yesterday.

The morning started with soft kisses from your lover in his cozy, spacious bed.

“I have somethin’ planned for us t’day beautiful,” he whispered between pecks.

After breakfast, Felix led you to the field, where you laid and read as he picked tiny flowers for you. Most of them were just mere weeds, but you appreciated them nonetheless.

“F’you, my sweet girl,” he declared triumphantly.

The two of you visited the pool, where you splashed about and giggled until your chests hurt.

“Go change into some nice clothes darling, I have lunch covered,” he said with a smile between kisses. He tried to resist, really! But he can’t help but try to nip at your soft, cherry chapstick-flavored lips.

You changed out of your bathing suit and put on your fresh clothes. As you touched up your hair, you noticed a note on the bed saying, “meet me in the maze, dove”

You giggled, and dashed into the heart of the labyrinth, and there before you was your darling Felix, sprawled out on a blanket with an arrangement of foods in front of him. He had a few flowers alongside the blanket, you remember overhearing Farleigh snickering at him for picking the puny weeds. “‘F’you my sweet girl.’ Those were fuckin’ weeds you brick.” “Then why do they look like flowers Farleigh?! She liked them so obviously they’re some type of flower!”

He beckoned you over as he snuffed out his cigarette.

Soft murmurs were exchanged between the two of you as you read to Felix, while he gently pushed cherries into your mouth.

You leant down and placed a sugary sweet chaste kiss onto his plump lips. One kiss turned into who knows how many, each slowly turning into something more; something lustful.

Which is how the pair of you ended up in the position: you pushed into the blanket with your legs raised, as Felix grunts and whines between every thrust.

“My God..D’you feel me there honey? M’in your tummy sweet girl.” Felix whispers between giggles.

His thrusts are uncoordinated, borderline messy. But there’s something so domestic and soft about this. His firm grip on your plushy thighs, the abrupt moans and pants escaping both of your mouths; mixing and tangling in the air as your hands continue to grip and drag against Felix’s warm flesh.

His pace is slow, making sure that you feel every ounce of his love. He may not be the best in certain situations, but this is the time where he can show his love for you in the best way he knows how.

Felix burrows his face into your neck and grins; feeling your cunt tighten around his pulsing cock.

“Let go f’me lovie. Mmmn…M’sweet dove. Right here with you, promise m’not letting you go.” Felix coos softly in your ear.

“Mmmb..c’mon baby let go f’me. Uh huh, f’course I’ll cum with you. You’re s’sweet aren’t you, precious?”

Felix lifts his head and nuzzles his nose against yours, his clammy, warm hand searches for yours on the wrinkled blanket.

He mewls and cries as he finishes. His liquid seed drips down your hole and he puts his head against your stomach as you arch upwards; reaching your high.

As you’re regaining control of your senses, you see a bright, juicy cherry being waved in front of your eyes.

You glance downwards and see Felix adorning his usual sly smirk.

“Cherry?”

You chuckle airily and bite the fruit off the stem.

It may be unusual, but you live for these soft, domestic moments between you and your prince.