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Face the Raven (S09E10) // Oxygen (S10E05)

The Doctor getting much-needed comfort during two very difficult moments in his life. Deep down, we all know he craves the love and affection provided by his human friends. He may come across as grumpy or distant at times, but he still has a heart. Two of them to be exact. ;) ♥♥


summary: in which barry allen returns to the original timeline and discovers that he has gained another seemingly important person to his life.

a/n: did not expect the part one to have a lot of reads in one day but thank you!! this part two of the imagine is the continuation of the supposed fanfic i was going to make, so as you can probably notice, it follows the story line of the flash’s third season and is also written in third person.


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The sun shone brightly as Y/N along with Barry marched towards the rocky shore, heading to the place where Julian Albert was examining the latest skin husk. Barry was trailing behind you, noticing that from the short time he has spent with Y/N in this new timeline, she was an independent woman who knew how to get work done.

Y/N, on the other hand, noticed every different movement Barry has been showing since yesterday. When he suddenly ran off and left her in their apartment, Y/N already began to get suspicious. For that whole day, it didn’t seem like the two spoke too much, probably because Barry was taking in his brand new life by bits and pieces, visiting his old friend Felicity Smoak to listen to him. Or perhaps he didn’t know how to act towards Y/N and purposely avoided her throughout the day in fear of confrontation.

“Julian, I thought you could use some help on this one. You know, the two heads thing and all.” Y/N called out to the man who was crouched down, taking some evidence for tests later on.

Julian turned around to take a look on who was speaking, noticing Barry that made him automatically scowl.

“I don’t need any help, Detective.” he told Y/N, “Especially from him.” he nodded towards Barry’s direction.

Barry ignored this and instead crouched down as well to take a better look on what was on the rocks. “What is that?” he asked.

“Another epidermal husk, Allen. A fully intact human pelt, comprised of nothing but the stratum corneum.” Julian was quick to respond, noticing Barry’s clueless expression in which he looked at Y/N, “You see what I mean?”

Y/N sighed but said nothing.

Barry rolled his eyes. “Do we have any theories as to what’s causing them?”

“Well, I’ll take a wild guess at it and say it’s the same thing that created the last four husks.” Julian answered sarcastically.

“Spalling could be caused from toxic epidermal necrolysis, or maybe some kind of moist desquamation from intense radiation exposure.” Barry suggested as he looked at Y/N.

It was the first time they have even made eye contact since yesterday and Barry felt as if his stomach dropped. He was still talking though, and Y/N/s gaze on his face caused him to stammer.

“We’ve had a lot of …” Barry trailed.

“Radioactive metas.” Julian finished his sentence for him. “Yes, thank you, Allen. I’ve read all the case studies. I’ll tell you what, when I figure it out, I’ll enlighten you then, shall I?”

Barry forced a smile onto his face. “Thanks.” he said before standing up and putting his sunglasses on.

Y/N chuckled at his obvious state of annoyance towards his co-worker and stood beside him. “Let me guess, you hate him.” she mused.

Barry sighed, “How have I worked with this guy for the past year?”

“Patience. Extreme patience.” she answered.

“Makes sense.” Barry muttered.

Y/N turned back to Julian, “Hey, are you certain that Barry can’t take a sample or something to speed things along?”

Julian stood up, “I’m sure, Detective.” he gave Barry a disappointed look, “Quite sure.”

Barry nodded.

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him and he immediately understood why, speeding over then and getting his own sample without getting noticed. They turned around as Barry readjusted his case, Y/N walking closer to his side to say something.

“You might wanna get that to S.T.A.R. Labs.” she looked up at him since he was much taller than her.

Barry nodded. “Yeah.”

As they climbed up to the steps, Barry offered a hand to Y/N to help her push herself up since they were a bit high. She gladly took it and smiled gratefully at the gesture. When they reached the top, Y/N didn’t bother to let go of Barry’s hand, in which the speedster’s neck suddenly became hot because of the skin contact.

“You’ve been acting very differently.” Y/N began. “It’s like you always find a way to avoid me and if I touch you you flinch.”

Barry’s mouth felt dry. “Uh, what?”

“Oh, don’t give me that look.” Y/N chuckled. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Barry’s heart beat became instantly fast at how observant she was, and how she managed to know something wasn’t right in the span of being with Barry for only two days.

He let go of her hand in that moment, guilt filling his head, causing Y/N to arch an eyebrow. “Barry, are you really sure that everything is —”

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” he said, “But I can’t lie to you like this. You really seem like a nice girl and …” he sighed.

“What?” she asked.

“I just need time to think about what we’re supposed to be.” he explained. “Because I don’t honestly know.”

Y/N crossed her arms, “You don’t know? What kind of crap of an excuse is that supposed to be?”

Barry was intimidated by how she was speaking to him right now and how her eyes pierced through his.

“You wouldn’t understand.” he reasoned.

Y/N snorted, “I’m sure I would. You can’t tell me that you don’t know what we are after being my boyfriend for a year.”

He widened his eyes. “A year?”

“Yes, a whole year.” she said.

Barry sighed and frustratingly ran his finger through his hair. “Y/N, I think we need to talk.”

She scoffed because of what he said, “I think we really do, Barry.”

In that moment, Barry carried her bridal style back to their supposedly shared apartment. Y/N didn’t seem to be surprised at his actions, it almost seemed as if she had expected it.

“Okay, so explain.” she urged him.

Barry licked his lips, “What I’m about to tell you is really crazy and I need you to promise me to keep it to yourself before telling the others. I mean, I don’t even know why I’m telling you this but you’re not even supposed to be here in the first place so –”

“Excuse me?” Y/N cut him off in shock of what he claimed.

He raised his hands up in surrender, “Just please, Y/N, promise me. Just trust me on this.”

Y/N looked at him and sighed. “I’ve always trusted you, Barry.”

With that statement, his face softened, and then he started to explain.

✦ ✦ ✦

“You’re telling me that right after Henry died in this” – she made air quotes with her hands – “original timeline, you went back to the night when your mother died and stopped the Reverse-Flash from killing her. And then you lived in another timeline which is called Flashpoint where both of your parents are alive and you are not the Flash. Then when you went back and changed the timeline again, Iris and Joe aren’t speaking and I am suddenly your girlfriend.”

“Well, if you put it that way it does sound a little surreal.” Barry pointed out.

Y/N found herself sitting down on the chair inside their kitchen, gripping the mug she has been holding for the whole time they talked. Barry took the seat beside her, not really knowing what to tell her when he basically just told the poor girl that he didn’t love her and didn’t even remember every single thing that happened for the past year while Y/N considered it as the best year of her life.

She shrugged, “It’s not surreal if you’re the Flash and really do have the ability to travel back to time.”

Barry pursed his lips, “I’m sorry, Y/N. You needed to know.”

“I know.” she nodded, her eyes already brimming with tears at the realization. “I just - I just need time to think clearly.”

Y/N’s mouth felt dry. She also felt like she has been punched in the face and the oxygen in her body was knocked out of her system. How was she supposed to react when the boy she truly loved claimed that he doesn’t even know her nor even loved her back. She could feel her breathing getting faster by each minute that passed.

“Where are you going?” Barry had asked when Y/N abruptly stood up, got her bag, and headed towards the door.

She looked back, “Somewhere where I can be alone with my thoughts.” she said, gently closing the door shut then, the tears in her eyes escaping and falling on her cheeks.


This is my fave part of the documentary

I’m fine, just sore

So I had a slight accident at work earlier this week involving some slick stairs, a feather light box of bandages that I, unfortunately, held onto for dear life, the concrete ground and my dumb ass. It ended with me being driven to the hospital in my own rig and then given the all clear some hours later.

During this time, my asshole coworkers insisted I wear a C-collar, insisted that I let them tape a cold compress to my head, and also insisted that I sit in the back of my own rig.

They laughed at me the entire way, especially when I took the forming goose egg on the back of my head as permission to curse them out. My partner (the asshole) offered to strap an NRB to my face (a nonrebreather – an oxygen mask) and to go light/sirens for me.

I also texted my roommate the situation and included the phrase “It’s okay, it’s not going to concussion” while simultaneously demanding that she feed me Bachelor spoilers.

Also, we all should appreciate nurses more, I love nurses. Because doctors? Are assholes who poke people in the head and make them take out their earrings.

(JK, I love doctors too)

Then to top it all off, my coworker drove me home, basically incoherent from a high dose of percocet with dry mouth from hell, where I apparently kept losing my train of thought mid sentence. To compensate, I’d just stare at my roommate like she’d fill in the blank.

BUT I’m fine and don’t have a concussion and I got the day off work. So I think we all know the real winner here.

(It’s me. I am the winner. Me.)

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Jin :

You sat on the floor playing with your phone, a message from your mom took you by surprise, it said that she was not doing well. Your heart swelled and you immediately begun to panic. Your chest tightened and tears filled your eyes, your breathing became ridged .

“Y/N, could you come help me for a moment” Jin called for you .

you were unable to answer, but felt like you couldn’t breathe. You held onto your chest and the only sound you made was a slight sob ,

  "Y/N" Jin walked over to you from the kitchen.

 As soon as he saw you he dropped to his knees to make sure you were alright , held you and asked multiple times if you were alright but not words could come out. You felt like you were going to pass out .

“Y/N you need to breathe. Look at me, breath baby” you stared at him, his eyes were filled with worry to the point where tears filled his eyes .

 "Please breathe" his voice cracked, you focused on his face trying to get oxygen into your lungs, and repeated his words over and over in your head. Little by little your breathing came back to normal, Jin never letting you go ,that moment you begun to cry as the thought of your mother filled your head, Jin crushed you in his arms.

 "Please don’t ever do that to me again, I don’t want to lose you" .

Suga :

You passed your hands through your hair for the millionth time, the stress from exams were getting to you. You knew you shouldn’t stress but you couldn’t help it. Only negativity was in your head, all you could think about was failing your exams. Soon you begun to tremble, sweat coated your forehead, your breathing sped up. Yoongi looked up from his laptop at the sound of your labored breathing, put his laptop onto the bed .

 "Y/N?“ He got up and walked over to you. 

The horrified look on your face made his stomach churn .He knelt down in front of you and placed his hands on your shoulders. 

 "What did I tell you about stressing yourself?” He moved his hands to cup your face.

 "Relax, take a deep breath" you nodded trying to calm down.

He stood up and pressed your face into his stomach, rubbed your back soothingly. Your breathing slowed and your mind cleared .This wasn’t the first time this happened but no matter how many times it happens, Yoongi could never get used to it.

 "Come to bed, no more studying tonight" he smiled and you followed .

Rap Monster :

You laid on the couch watching a movie while Namjoon was on the phone with Yoongi. You stared up at the ceiling, your mind wondering, and remembered that Namjoon was going on tour, this is the first time he’ll be going on tour since you’ve been together. You stared at him, could he meet someone better than you?, would he forget about you?, will he not have anymore time for you?. Your mind raced, questions came from all over and clouded your rational thought. The most prominent question in your head was would he find someone better?, he would be traveling all over, meeting many other girls so it didn’t seem impossible. Those thoughts broke your heart, tears streamed down your face. Your head ached, your body felt cold, a sense of loneliness washed over you. Fear consumed you whole. The room begun to spin, you curled into a ball as your thoughts terrorized you. Namjoon looked over to were you laid, he could see that you were shaking, so he ended the call with Yoongi and rushed over to you. You felt his hand caress your arm.

“Baby” his eyes met yours.

He was surprised to see you crying ,so he lifted you, taking your previous position and placed you in his lap. He held you close to his chest, and stayed silent until you calmed down, just being near him eased your mind. 

“I don’t want you to leave me” he furrowed his brow and placed a soft kiss on your lips .

“I promise you I’ll never leave”.

 J-hope :

You stared at yourself in the mirror, you’ve noticed that your clothes have been getting tighter. With a sigh you dropped yourself on the bed, and placed your head on your hands. You’ve never been comfortable with your weight and being teased for it didn’t make it any better.Also ,you haven’t never told Hoseok but you’ve been very depressed lately, ever since you two announced your relationship there’s been a lot of negative comments towards you, many of them point out your weight. It made you feel like the world was on your shoulders. You could never handle negativity well, everyone has their breaking point and you’ve reached yours. You couldn’t stop the tears that begun to flow. A hole burned itself into your soul, you were broken inside and out. Thoughts of suicide were constantly eminent in your head, it seemed like the easy way out but you could never go through with that. You slid onto the floor and hugged your legs, put your head on you knees. Your breathing hitched, you knew your anxiety was taking over ,so you sobbed quietly. How Hoseok could ever love you was a mystery to you .You felt someone sit next to you. You closed your eyes, ashamed of yourself. He slung his arm over you, he hated seeing you sad.

“Jagiya, please look at me” You turned your head hesitantly .

“Why don’t you talk to me?” You stayed silent, there was always that one voice in your head that kept you from saying anything.

 "Are you in pain?, jagiya please let me help you. I don’t like seeing you like this" Hoseok’s normal bright aura was gone .

“Why are you with me?” He cocked his head to the side before smiling .

“Because I love you, you’re perfect to me” You couldn’t help but smile .

You handed him your phone which was on the edge of the bed, and showed him all the distasteful messages some people sent to you. He placed down the phone and pulled you towards him, holding you closely. 

“Don’t you ever listen to them. I love your body no matter what you’ll always be beautiful to me. We can deal with this together” .

V :

You hated having to go to a party with Taehyung, you wanted to stay home but he insisted that you came along. You stood in the corner of the room, Taehyung was pulled away by Jimin a few minutes ago so you were all alone. Some people bumped into you, pushing you slightly. One more person bumped into you making you spill you drink on your dress, the person didn’t even bat an eye. Frustration took over. You made your way through the crowd, the space around you getting smaller and smaller, tried looking for any of the members but to no avail. You accidentally knocked into a man, he turned around and was evidently angry, from what you could understand he cussed you in Korean. You ran away to find an exit, felt like you were being suffocated. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to calm down but you felt like you were in a small box. A woman brushed passed you and that was the end for you. Your eyes ran around the room while you begun to freak out, your eyes caught sight of Namjoon but you couldn’t move. Arms wrapped around you which made you jump.

 "Jagiya?“ Taehyung looked at your face, he wiped the tears from your eyes before pulling you to go outside.

The cold air hut your skin, making you shiver. Tae put his jacket over you and engulfed you in a hug. 

"I’m sorry for leaving you” .

Jimin :

Papers were scattered around the room and books were thrown on the floor. You’ve been trying to perfect your project but nothing seemed to work out. You stood in the middle of the room, a paper crushed in your hand, your face flushed and your heart beat was erratic. Nothing you were doing was good enough, it had to be perfect but you just couldn’t do it. You let out a frustrated cry and dropped to your knee, threw the paper out of your hand. You were ready to rip your hair out of your head. Jimin put his hand under your chin and put your head up so your eyes could meet his own. He squatted down and kissed your forehead. The sweetest smile painted itself onto his face, your heart melted.

“Let’s take a break. I wanna take you out to eat”.

Jungkook :

Your mind was a wreck, you had do a public speaking event but the thought of everyone’s eyes on you made you nauseous. Everyone was counting on you to deliver, you couldn’t let them .You took a deep breath hoping everything would go good as you walked out on stage. You put your papers down on the podium, your eyes locked onto the audience, your heart dropped, everyone was looking at you. Your eyes roamed the room but Jungkook was no where to be seen .You could feel sweat run down your neck, you could hear your heart beat in your ears, no oxygen was entering your lungs, your mind was blank. White spots decorated your vision, tried to breathe but to no avail. In the corner of your eye you saw Jungkook, he was the last thing you saw before everything went black.  He arrived late because of practice, came into the auditorium to see you frozen on stage. He made his way over to the stage just before you collapsed. You opened your eyes, the smell of disinfectant hit you making your stomach turn. You felt a kiss on your hand, so you looked over to see Jungkook sitting next to the bed. He looked up at you, his eyes were red. 

“You scared me” You caressed his cheek .

“I’m sorry” He stood up and wrapped his arms around you .

“Don’t scare me again” he whispered into your ear .

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With All My Heart - Part 7

Word Count: 2913

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Medical situations, some self loathing/self esteem issues

A/N: Tags for this series are closed. Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

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Jensen sat at your bedside long after all the tests had been done, running his thumb over your knuckles. He’d sent Jared home after a lengthy argument that he’d be fine to wait alone, that he should go get some rest and be with Gen and the kids. They’d loaded you up with so much medication there was really no way to tell when you’d fully wake up anyway. He promised to call if anything changed.

He was half asleep when your free hand shot up to your face, clawing at the oxygen mask to try and get it off. “Shh, Y/N, stop.” Jensen grabbed your hand and lowered it back down, waiting for your eyes to stop wildly searching the room and focus on him. “It’s ok, you’re alright. You gotta keep that on, though. At least for now.” You fought against him, determined to get the mask off your face. It felt oppressive and claustrophobic and you had no idea you were even in a hospital or why he was forcing you to wear it but you wanted it off and you wanted it off now. “Sweetheart, calm down. I need you to calm down. Stop fighting and I’ll explain everything and then I’ll get a nurse and see if we can get the mask off, ok?”

You finally stopped struggling, relaxing against the bed and taking in your surroundings. “Why am I in a hospital?” You finally asked and Jensen smiled at the sound of your voice. He was starting to think you weren’t able to speak.

“They said you probably had a mini stroke.” Jensen answered. “They ran a bunch of tests and I told ‘em about how sick you were when we met. There’s no really easy way to tell you this…”

“So tell me.”

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Her eyes, Her eyes                                                                                                                         makes the star look like they’re not shining                                                                    Her hair, Her hair                                                                                                            Falls perfectly without her trying                                                                                   She’s so beautiful, and I tell her every day 


Klaus watched as you fiddled with your finger, avoiding eye contact. Your gaze traveled everywhere, from the beautiful sunset to the glowing city below the hills. You were nervous, this was not your first date with Klaus. Actually, you’ve had many over the years but every time, it was like your first, he had this effect on you. 

Finally, your eyes locked with his and you were mesmerized. Klaus fell deep into your eyes, he loved the way your eyes sparkle full of life, the way your eyes light up when you discover something new, your eyes alone can light up his life brighter than the stars that light up the universe. The (E/C)ness of your eyes makes him melt like a puddle something he never felt before. 

His eyes followed your hands as they held a lock of your hair before pushing it behind your ear. But almost instantly it fell right back to where it was originally placed making you grown in displeasure.  He couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute you were. His deep chuckle made you blush, as the tiny bit of pink spread across your cheeks. 

“you’re beautiful you know that right” Klaus mumbled taking a hold of your chin making you look into his eyes. 


I know, I know                                                                                                        When I compliment her she won’t believe me, and                                       It’s so, It’s so                                                                                                                 Sad to think, she don’t see what I see                                                                                               But every time she asks me “if I look ok?” I say 


You smiled knowing he would always say that to you just to see you smile 

“you always say that, and you know I always disagree” you mumbled 

“I know love but as long as you disagree I’m going to keep telling you until you realize how beautiful you truly are” he whispered in your ear making shivers run right down your spine 

“I honestly don’t see what you see in me” you sighed looking down 

“I see the world in you love, you are my world. Full of wonders and beauty”        

“I-Uh, you always seem to leave me speechless”     

Klaus smiled a victorious smile as you blushed darker from his previous complement, He couldn't help but think back to a few hours ago when you were getting ready for the date.

he watched as you put the small amount of makeup, which only consisted of mascara and eyeliner. You turned around to him with a smile and looked down shyly fixing up your outfit.

“Do I look okay?”

Klaus looked you up and down savoring every bit of this moment. You were wearing a white floral dress with black flats. He couldn’t help but notice the way the dress clings onto your curves making him groan in satisfaction, You were beautiful and he felt lucky to have someone like you as his own. 


When I see your face,                                                                                                 There’s not a thing that I would change,                                                                 cause you’re amazing just the way you are.                                                            And when you smile,                                                                                           The whole world stops and stares for awhile,                                                                      Cause girl you’re amazing just the way you are


“you know even the little amount of makeup you wear is not needed, you look beautiful without it too love. You don’t just look okay, you look gorgeous baby girl. Every time I look at you I know there is nothing I would ever change about you, cause you are perfect to me and I could never ask for more”

Klaus stepped towards your blushing figure and placed a kiss on your soft and warm lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck smiling into the kiss. Like always when you kissed him you felt fireworks.          

Klaus smiled at the memory that took place a few hours ago. Every time he hears your name he can’t help but smile thinking how beautiful you are on the inside and out. 

It was getting dark and stars started to light up the sky.

You looked up and the stars twinkled in your eyes, he always knew your eyes shined brighter than the stars but watching them at this moment left him awestruck.

“aren’t they beautiful” (Y/N) asked 

“indeed they are”

“They always seem to light up the sky no matter the weather, they are so beautiful. I love watching the stars I feel connected to the earth, I don’t really know why. They turn darkness into light. You can always count on the stars to light up the world in darkness" 

"You know love, you’re the star in my life. You always seemed to bring out the light in me when I’m with you. You’re the light in my dark world”

“Don’t say that Klaus, there was always light in you, you just needed help finding it”

“It seems like you’re the right girl to help me reach the light love. No one can ever replace you, you are the most beautiful girl I ever knew in my entire lifetime. I love you (Y/N)”

“Don’t say such things to me, it makes me embarrassed,” you said looking down blushing


Her lips, Her lips                                                                                                           I could kiss them all day if she let me,                                                               Her laugh, Her laugh                                                                                             She hates, but I think it’s so sexy,                                                                              She’s so beautiful and I tell her every day 


Klaus reached over pinning you down on the blanket from the small picnic earlier. 

“you know everytime you blush, it makes you even cuter and I just can’t resist you, love” he growled into your ear 

This caused a total hysteria of butterflies in your stomach. Klaus slowly leaned down touching his warm lips with your own, the feeling was indescribable, it was pure bliss. You felt as if the world didn’t matter anymore, all that mattered at this moment was Klaus and you. 

Klaus nibbled at your lips asking for entrance which you gladly accepted, his tongue darted into your mouth exploring your wet cavern. The mini battle of dominance was won by none other than Klaus. 

You both pulled away in need of oxygen. Your face was flushed, blood was rushing around so fast and you can hear your heart beating rapidly as Klaus’s lips traveled their way down to your neck. He was nibbling and sucking on your sweet spot making you groan in pleasure. 

You were 100 percent sure there was going to be love bite on your neck the next morning but you didn’t care. The love Klaus was showing you right now was all that mattered to you. 

Klaus loved the way you were so vulnerable with him, the way your lips tasted like strawberry and chocolate and the feeling of your soft locks as they tangled themselves into his fingers. The way your delicate body fits with his, and how your small fragile fingers played with his hair. He loved everything about you. You gave him immeasurable pleasure. The pleasure you both felt day in and day out.

Klaus’s hand traveled to your side and wondered towards your ticklish part. You began to protest knowing you would laugh like a mad woman and you hated it. But Klaus refused to listen. He started tickling your sides, you were a giggling mess and those giggles turned into full blown laughter as he kept tickling. 

“K-k-k-kl-klu-Klaus pl-p-ple-please s-s-sto-stop” you breathed through your laughter 

Klaus admired the way you looked so carefree and delicate when you were beneath him, laughing like nothing mattered. The sweet melody of your voice rang through his ears like music, he can’t help but want to hear more and more of this infectious tune. 


Oh you know, you know, you know                                                                          I’d never ask you to change,                                                                                         If perfect’s what you’re searching for then just stay the same,                           So don’t even bother asking if I look okay                                                              You’ll know I’ll say 


Suddenly Klaus just stopped and stared at you. 

“Uh are you okay, is something wrong" 

"no, no, I just can’t get over how beautiful you are and how in the world did I get a girl so perfect and down to earth like you to be my girl”

“I’m not perfect and definitely not what you think of me, but I do know you’re worth my time and I love you wholeheartedly Klaus Mikaelson. and to answer the question of how you got me, it’s simple I saw the light in you”

“You always seem to amaze me, no matter how evil they are you always see the light in them, you have such a pure heart that I’m scared I might ruin it”

“Don’t be silly, you could never do that to me, as long as you’re with me, I  know nothing can hurt me, not even you”

“You know love, you are perfect the way you are, I would never what you to change no matter how many times I tell you this, its the truth. I love this woman I see in front of me and I will love you always and forever”

“I love you to Klaus Mikaelson”

You both leaned in for a small kiss while smiling. It was perfect, sitting under the stars, as the wind softly rubbed against your skin and the sounds of nature played a song. You were both lying on the blanket holding hands as you lay on his chest listening to his calming heartbeat while watching the stars. The night was Perfect, just like the both of you.                


When I see your face,                                                                                    There’s not a thing that I would change,                                                                  cause you’re amazing just the way you are.                                                            And when you smile,                                                                                           The whole world stops and stares for awhile,                                                                      Cause girl you’re amazing just the way you are


tinyryder  asked:

If you're still doing fic wars, could you write something where Hop and Joyce get into their first big fight after getting back together and Joyce thinks he's going to hit her bc that's what Lonnie would have done, and it breaks Hop? Thank you so much.

So I did call it quits on Fic Wars entries and it’s SUPER under the wire, but, you know what? I really can’t say no to you. Apologies, it’s gonna be a short one because time.

He knew this day was coming. The first few months had been fairly uneventful, peaceful even- the honeymoon phase, his mom used to call it- but their tempers were like napalm and dynamite respectively, and it was really only a matter of time. 

Unsurprisingly, the argument was over Jane, or El, as the girl insisted on being called. 

“You can’t enroll her two months into the term, Hopper, she’s going to be so behind!” Joyce complained after El had rushed off to her bedroom in a fit of rage. Jim was already tense over the row he had had with the girl. Apparently, Joyce had taken it upon herself to bring a Sears catalog to El, so the two of them could pick out a school wardrobe together. He had returned from work to find the both of them admiring pictures of plaid skirts and fall boots. Joyce had also brought over admittance paperwork and school supplies. 

Jim had tried to explain that Owens had been very adamant that El lie low just a little bit longer, and that enrolling her in the Fall just wasn’t feasible. Joyce had started to take up for the girl, but El had been more than capable of presenting her own case- well, more than capable of screaming about how unfair the whole thing was, and making the furniture and windowpanes shake ominously with her growing temper tantrum. That particular bout ended with her calling him an ‘asshole’ and a ‘fascist (he had to talk to Dustin about his contributions to her growing vocabulary) before she fled the room in tears. He was in no mood when Joyce took over the reins of the discussion.

“It’s complicated, Joyce! Owens will let us know the second he thinks it’s safe.”

“Safe from what? Nothing has happened since last November! You even said that no one has been keeping tabs on–”

She flinched when he slammed his palm onto the tabletop in front of her. “I can’t know that for sure! Or did you forget me telling you that over and over and over?” He was raising his voice with her, something he was keenly aware and ashamed of, but somehow unable to control as the sharp pain between his eyes and the tension in his shoulders intensified. 

“But when are you going to be sure, you can’t just keep her–”

“WHEN I SAY I’M SURE, THAT’S WHEN!” he thundered, raking one hand through his hair as he stepped forward towards her. She jerked back so suddenly the chair she was seated at nearly tipped backwards, her arm coming up and covering her face defensively. 

The pitiful sight instantaneously turned the hot rage coursing through his body to ice; the blood rushed from his face and the oxygen left his lungs as his stomach twisted and soured. He had frightened her, made her flinch. She had seen so much, had been through every conceivable hell in the past few years, not to mention her terrible marriage, and…

A distant memory of his first few weeks back at Hawkins came rushing back… Back to the day he walked into Melvald’s and she had looked up at him with a genuine smile, but sad eyes. He had thought it had just been a trick of the light until he got closer and saw the purplish smudge of a bruise high on her cheekbone. That was the first day he told her if she ever needed anything- if anything were to happen that made her feel unsafe- that she call him first. Later that night he ended up breaking Lonnie’s nose at The Hideaway and telling him the bastard to leave town.  

And she now she was cowering because of him. 

Jim took a deep, shaky breath and backed away, tears stinging at his eyes. “I’d never-… Oh my god, Joyce you know I would never–”

Joyce bit her lip and nodded as she exhaled and straightened her back. Her right hand was shaking as it flew to her mouth, so she could bite nervously at the tip of her thumb. “I know, I know… I just wasn’t here for a second, and I know. I’m sorry.”

Her apology left him wishing for the floor to open up and swallow him. The ugly shame within him increased tenfold. “Never apologize to me. Not for that.” He got down on his knees in front of her and pulled her hands from her lap, covering them with his own. “I would rather die than make you feel like you weren’t safe with me. Jesus, you are fucking everything to me, Joyce.”

You’re just like Papa.

Just like Lonnie.

He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the thoughts to leave his treacherous mind. They flew open when he felt her lips brush his forehead, one small, cool hand coming up to cup his cheek. 

“I know,” she repeated, softer this time before pressing her mouth against his in a gentle kiss. She pulled away with a soft, sad smile. “But her schooling–”

“I’ll see. I will look into it, I promise.”

Joyce nodded. “Okay. Don’t let this eat you up inside, Hopper. Don’t worry about me.”

He rested his head against her knee and sighed. Her fingers stroked soothing circles along his scalp. “I don’t know how to stop. I wouldn’t even know what that would feel like,” he confessed, promising himself to never put that look on her face ever again, even if it meant picking his battles or avoiding them altogether.

Just Some Cancer Kids

Masterpost: {x}

Pairing: Jamilton

Summary: Basically TFIOS, you know the drill most likely

Word Count: 4,069

Tags: @hamilton-of-issues, @demonwolfnightmare, @jeffmadsrqandrp, @melonhamster, @mishaisakitten, @bestfluteninja, @nitrogennerd, @weareallhamiltontrash, @closestfriendivegot, @nefarism

A/N: So I wanted to do this because a) angst b) Jamilton c) several of my family members have died from cancer so I can relate somewhat. BY the way, I do use some actual quotes like the “it’s a metaphor” part just so you know.

Cancer. It was a six letter word that scared anyone senseless, for relatively understandable reasons. After all, an average of over half of a million people died from it a year.

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Forget Me Not (707 x MC) : Part II

Tissues, prepare lots of tissues.

Warning : Angst

[Part I]

Part II : Nerine lily

Language of flowers :

Till the day we meet again

I was told that her condition was incurable as of the moment, but there were a couple of medicines designed to slow the progression of her disease. To buy time.

We were quiet on the ride home after that. The silence was deafening, uncomfortable. MC wasn’t her usual positive, cheerful self that day. I knew she was mulling things over like I was.

I wanted to cheer her up, be the chat room 707 once again just to see her laugh, but it wasn’t the proper time for that. So I turned the car around and drove to a different direction.

“Saeyoung, this isn’t the way home.“

“I know, but I wanted to go for a walk somewhere.“


“Trust me, okay?“

We arrive at our destination, and I help her out of the car. We walked side by side, taking in the scenery before us. It was sunny and the skies were clear that day; the gulls were crying overhead, and the waves were rolling gently, leaving clumps of seaweed along the shore.

We decide to sit along the beach after a while, with her nestling in between my legs and leaning on me, while I wrapped my arms around her from behind.

“Saeyoung, I’m scared.“

“I know. I am too.“

“What do we do now?“

“I don’t know, MC. But I’ll be there to cross the bridge with you when we get there.“

“But Saeyoung, you heard what the doctor said. I might be fine now, but I might forget even the simplest of things the next day, or the day after that. Hell, I might even need to wear diapers in the next month or so. I’m scared that I might not recognize you, the kids, or even Saeran and the RFA one day. I… I…“

“Then, when that time comes, I’ll make sure to remember everything for you. If you forget everybody, I’ll be there to reintroduce them to you. I’ll be the backup data for your lost ones, MC. Besides, aren’t I god Seven? I’ll take good care of you, so just leave everything to me, okay?“

She doesn’t say anything after; merely leaning her head onto my arms and clutching them as tight as she could. I felt dampness on my sleeves after a while, but I never called her out nor teased her about it. I knew she needed to  cry, and I was there to give her what she needed at that time.

The day a policeman accompanied her home due to her getting lost on her way to work, she decided she had to quit immediately and went into a depressive state for a while, but I did everything to help her; we exercised together, we had constant communication and interactions with other people… there were times where she would be in one of her moods and get angry at the littlest of things, and I would sometimes snap at her because of it. But then I remember how I was supposed to be the more understanding one between the two of us, and I would feel guilty for the rest of the day and try to make up for my mistake.

Saeran and the rest of the RFA were very supportive as well, sometimes filling in for me when I had to go out on business, or watching over the kids when I had to accompany MC to her doctor’s appointments. Our little ones were surprisingly fond of Jumin and Zen, and Saeran turned out to be a pretty cool uncle.

I had read up on every book about alzheimer’s that I could find and coordinated regularly with her care providers. It made me aware of the changes that were bound to come, but it didn’t prepare me much for the daily emotional pain it dealt me.

The changes came rapidly despite the detailed care plan that I followed religiously. There were times when she seemed fine and was lucid enough to remember everything for days, but even those became shorter and less frequent as time went by.

The day before she ceased to completely recognize me, I woke up to her making breakfast. Saeran was up as well, looking like he wanted to do everything instead.

Saeran sees me first, but I signal for him to keep quiet. Just as I was about to wrap my arms around her though, the kids come in excitedly screaming “good morning mommy, daddy, uncle!!!“ into the kitchen (this is a normal occurrence at home, and none of us adults have made any move to stop this behavior). MC turns in surprise, hands flailing while holding the kitchen knife. I catch her just in time, and Saeran snatches the knife from her hand.

Our little ones seemed surprised as well, and there were a few tense seconds until we all burst laughing.

“We haven’t laughed this much in awhile; it feels nice,“ she says, still chuckling and wiping the tears from her eyes.

“You’re right, it really has been a while. It’s a nice day out; so what do you say we go to Everland just for old time’s sake, hmm?“ noticing her slight change of expression and the tightening of her hold on my arm, I added, “…but only if mommy’s feeling well.“

Saeran and the kids plead with her with those huge, puppy eyes, and they go into a staring match with MC for a few seconds until she sighs and relents with an “oh alright, we can go.“

The day we spent there was full of fun, like nothing wouldn’t have gone wrong. MC was lucid the whole day, and we felt like we were back to normal. I wanted it to last longer, but with her disorder, you wouldn’t know if she’d still remember you the next day or not. Her condition is like listing all the tasks and functions a person would normally be able to perform, and then guessing which of them you have to cross out as time went by.

MC complained of a headache that night, and so we had to retire to our room early. She was also especially clingy, and I was all but happy to spoil her. We lied down facing each other and held hands, with her looking lovingly at me, caressing my face and exploring the dips and ridges there, seeming as if she’s trying to remember my face through touch.

“Would you still love me even if I forget you, Saeyoung?“

I took the hand caressing my face and brought it close to my lips before I looked into her eyes and replied, “Of course, MC. I would love you for all eternity if I could. But you know, I don’t think you’d completely forget me, you know? I mean, your mind’s memories might fail you, but your heart and soul would always remember.“

Chuckling, she lightly slaps my arm before she showers me with kisses. “Seriously Saeyoung, where do you get all these cheesy lines?“

“Oh c’mon, you know you love it,“ I pull her closer to me, embracing her tightly. She hugs back, murmuring an “I love you, Saeyoung. I’ll always remember you,“ before her eyes drift close and she falls asleep.

And then she completely forgets who I was the next day and the days that followed.

I thought I had prepared myself for the worst, but why does it hurt so much everytime she fails to recognize me?

Aside from the rapid loss of her memories, basic body functions such as excretion declined as well, and she had to use diapers. There were also instances where she couldn’t put her clothes on, sometimes inserting her arms into the leg holes of her pants and not knowing what to do next.

It was frustrating and tiring to take care of her, but I didn’t want to put her into a care facility — I wanted to spend each and every second that I could with her even if it was hard. It was hard, but whenever I see her smile or when she tells me that she recognizes my face despite not knowing my name, it invigorates me and pushes me to try harder for her.

She eventually had to be confined to a wheelchair because it became difficult for her to keep her balance. It became difficult for her to swallow food as well, and she gradually lost weight. I did everything I could to manage her condition to keep her at home, but the complications were too much for me to handle anymore, and I had to eventually entrust her care to the hospital.

The kids, Saeran and I visited her regularly after, talking to her, helping bathe her… the once energetic and cheerful MC faded, and a seemingly empty shell of a person replaced her, but we still loved her. I LOVE HER. I’ll always do.

I received a call from the hospital one night saying that they had to move her into the ICU due to a sudden drop in her vital signs and consciousness, and that they had to insert a tube from her mouth directly to her lungs. I knew it was necessary, but I knew, deep down that she was tired as well. I didn’t want to see her suffer anymore, so I refused the tube insertion, signed a “do not resuscitate“ form, and had her on an oxygen face mask instead.

I stayed with her for the whole night, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear and reminiscing the good days when she was still healthy and we were all happy.

Around 3am, she woke up, held my hand tightly and looked at me. She couldn’t speak anymore, but I clearly understood what she was trying to say even without words:

Thank you, Saeyoung. I love you.

And just as soon as she finally  remembers who I am, she takes her final breath and goes into her eternal sleep.

I will never forget you, MC. Till the day we meet again.

Jimin’s Masterlist


🌙 - Smut 

❤️‍ - Fluff

🌧 - Angst

Touch me 🌙

Him 🌙

Caught 🌙

Layout 🌙

Punish 🌙

Call 🌙

Second (ft.Jungkook)  🌧

Wet 🌙

Yours  ❤️‍

Wild 🌙

Doll Face  ❤️‍

Relax 🌙

Laundry  ❤️‍

Oxygen  🌧

A Date  ❤️‍

Love  ❤️‍

Heart 🌙

Behave 🌙

Sensuous 🌙

Games 🌙

Fridays 🌙

Ice 🌙

Adrenaline 🌙

First 🌙

Play  🌙

Sweet 🌙

Workout  🌙

Encore 🌙

Make Me  🌙

Save Me  🌧

Heal Me, Baby  🌙

Night Runners   🌙

Dream in Colour   ❤️‍

Mistletoe   ❤️‍

Vow ❤️

Lock and Key  🌙

Kismet - Kang Daniel (3)

genre: hella HELLA angst with a sprinkle of fluff.

character pairing: kang daniel (wanna one) x female reader

warnings: minor mention of rape, hella heart wrenching and cringey fluff.

a/n: lemme tell you, this chapter i’m not sure about bc it’s lowkey cringey so i’ll post another chapter later today (if i’m not dead from all the homework i’ve been putting off smh)

Originally posted by godkangdaniel

previous chapters: 1 2

chapter synopsis: daniel has had enough of hiding how he feels, and so are you, but what happens when daniel rejects your confession the way you do his?

“we need to talk.”

a simple phrase that can cause the person on the receiving end of this message to contemplate every decision and judgement they have made.

did i do something wrong? did i say something?

you couldn’t help those thoughts that coursed through your brain as you stared at the grey bubble in your messages app. you stared at the contact name and sighed.

danny boy 

you hadn’t spoken to danny in a while and graduation was drawing nearer and nearer. you would like to blame you tight schedule, due to finals and senior prep, but you had an eidetic memory. all you had to do was look over the pages once and you’d be set. you glanced around your dimly lit room and sighed heavily.

     you: talk about what?

you hit send and tossed your phone on your bed. you glanced at the one window in your room and you managed to spot daniel pacing. he must not see you. 

he was shirtless, his joggers hanging dangerously low on his hips. his hair was a tousled mess and you wondered how a person like that could look so dangerously good. staring at his tanned abs made your mouth water and his muscles that were flexed made your legs shake with excitement. what is happening to me?

you’ve seen daniel shirtless before, so why was now different.

because you miss him more than you know.

     danny boy: you know what. meet me in our spot in fifteen.

you watched as daniel searched his room for a shirt but settled on a grey hoodie, one you have stolen and recently gave back. knowing daniel, the sweater must’ve still smelled like you. he had a habit of not washing the sweaters you gave back right away. boys, you thought. 

you stood up and grabbed a hoodie, your own hoodie of course, and slipped on some sneakers that were laying hazardly on the floor next to your bed. despite the weather being mucky and rainy lately, you left your shorts on and left the house promptly. 

when you and daniel had turned twelve, just before you hit middle school, you guys found a giant tree that had branches curved into a dome-like build. the leaves helped block out any source of light. you two marked it as yours and made it “your spot” to retreat to when times were tough. you both knew that if the other had “run away” from home, you could find them in “your spot”.

you speed walked to the place and when the tree came into view, you worriedly slowed your pace. you had been ignoring for a long time, but you can’t deny that you miss him dearly. he was, after all, your bestfriend. but after your conversation with seongwoo, it wasn’t about him ignoring you first anymore, it was about prepping daniel to deal with your missing presence. 

the branches cracked under your feet and you crawled in through the small opening of “your spot”. daniel was standing there, his eyes red and the bags underneath them dark as hell.

“hey,” daniel spoke up first. you missed his raspy voice so much, you almost forgot what it sounded like. 

“hi,” you quietly returned. 

“how are you?” he asked casually.


“please, just… humor me,” daniel pleaded. you took in a deep breath and took a step closer to him. 

“i’ve seen better days,” you frown.

“same here,” daniel murmurs quietly. before you know it, daniel runs up to you and pulls you into his chest. your perfume his light on his sweater and you smile to yourself.

“you still haven’t washed this yet?” you tease.

“you still don’t get it, do you?” daniel asks incredulously. he pushed you from his body at an arms length, and you tilt your head slightly.

“whenever you borrow my sweater, your scent replaces mine and i love it. i love the smell of you that it drives me wild. the same way girls like to steal their boyfriends sweater because it smells like him, i love getting my sweaters back from you because i love your smell. i love your cute tiny nose that scrunches when you hear teachers incorrectly guide lessons, the way your eyes gleam when you drink anything warm, the way your cheeks turn pink whenever i compliment you on your genius mind. (y/n), i love you. i love you so much that these past few weeks that turned into months drove me wild. i need you, (y/n). you make me whole and… i need you,” daniel cried out, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. 

i can’t do this. abort. abORT.

“daniel… i–”

“you don’t have to answer or accept my confession. i know you must hate me, and i would to. but you have to know i ignored you to–”

“i know why you ignored me daniel. i’m not an idiot,” you interrupted him. daniel offers a small smile to you.

“no, you’re not,” he sighs. you grab his hand and pull it from your face and you immediately miss the warmth he provided.

“daniel, there’s things you don’t know. things i haven’t told you that you need to know,” you mumble.

“wh.. what do you mean?” daniel asks, slightly confused.

“do you remember my dad? jeffrey?” you ask slowly. i can’t believe i’m about to do this.

“of course. that asshole who left you and your mom,” daniel furiously responds.

“it’s not like that. jeffrey left to protect me. he made me a promise,” you frown.

“what are you talking about?” daniel asks, his confusion deepening as you dragged out your confession.

“he promised me he’d come back when i graduated at 18, the proper age. he didn’t want me to grow up to fast and not live a normal life, he wanted me to be happy and when i turn 18, a legal adult, he was going to come back for me and help me have a different life,” i managed to say. the look on daniel’s face made all the oxygen in my lungs escape in one breath and refuse to re enter. 

“y.. you mean, you mean all this time, you never really stayed because of me? it was for that asshole who abandoned you?!” daniel furiously yelled out. 

“he didn’t abandon me! he abandoned the bitch who was trying to get rid of me! don’t you get it? she didn’t want me! i remind her of the worst night of her life! i’m the product of a rape! jeffrey wanted me to not live like that! like a grown ass adult at the age of 12!” i yelled back.

“so this whole time, you lied to me,” daniel scoffs.

“daniel, you’re my best friend and i love you, but there’s just some things you wouldn’t understand,” i cry out.

“i love you! i wouldn’t have cared! but you made me think that this whole time, the reason you stayed was because of me! do you not get how much guilt i carried around everytime i look at you?” daniel yells at me.

“you ARE part of the reason why i stayed daniel, but not the whole reason! i’ve told you this, over and over again,” you scoffed in disbelief. you couldn’t believe how selfish he was being right now.

“you don’t get it still. i’m not saying i love you like my best friend. i’m saying i love you like the love of my life,” daniel horsley states. his voice was raspier than usual due to his yelling earlier. but it made the statement seem more raw; sincere. 

“daniel.. i can’t,” you cry out.  you turn to take your leave, heading back to the opening of a spot that was now tainted with the current aching memory you two were making. 

“why can’t you love me back?” daniel sobs out, making my heart ache. 

“you can’t love something that was never yours to begin with,” you mumble. 

“but you have me now…” daniel whispers dejectedly.

“but for how long?”

Golden Tongue (Bias x Reader) Pt. 8

She drove him to the beach. He couldn’t believe it. Next time, he won’t just tell someone to drive anywhere, next thing he knows he’ll be on the other side of the country. 

But for some reason he didn’t want to tell her to turn back. Instead, he rolled his windows down and felt the breeze moving through his hair and beating against his face, depleting him from oxygen by how fast she was going. It made him think of other things.

But when she asked him if he was okay, he never expected the question so he responded in the way he felt. Surprised. But he knew how he said it hurt her feelings and he was surprised he cared. She was being genuine. It probably took a lot for her to ask, considering how he is. 

“No,” he admits, feeling the air being sucked out of him. He felt so drained, more than before. So…lifeless in admitting how he truly felt, “I’m not okay,” He looks away once she turns around, squeezing his eyes shut. He never spoke of his feelings, not even to Jesse who he considered to be his best friend, and who he also hurt with his words. 

But for her, even though they came off to a rough start, he wanted to start over. 

She’s beside him again, looking up at him and he can’t look at her. She places her hand on his arm and he lowers his head to his chest. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” she tells him and he looks to the sea again, not believing her words. She gently holds his chin, looking him in the eyes, “You’re gonna be okay,” 

All of a sudden, B/N feels like he’s forgetting that he wasn’t okay and realizing now that he truly was okay. Why was he not okay again? Her eyebrows furrow, her fingertips touching her lips.

“I’m…gonna be okay,” he repeats and she nods with an encouraging smile. 

He’s still rearranging his mind when she glances at him and says, “Take off your shoes,” and he does so without question. 

And it’s because she glanced and didn’t lock eyes with him that it begins to click. He feels a sinking feeling in his gut, his heart racing. 

She’s controlling me. 

And she doesn’t even know it. 

They walk for a while together, his feet planted on the sand while she’s ankle-deep in the water. He avoids her eyes now, looking at his surroundings. She doesn’t seem to notice what she’s done. 

“I know you saw me at the warehouse,” he says. 

“As I said, I didn’t see anything,”

“Actually, you said you wouldn’t say anything. What did you see?”

She goes further into the water away from him until her rolled up jeans begin to get wet, “Looked like a tradeoff,”

“That’s it?”


“You didn’t hear anything?”

She shakes her head, “No,” He doesn’t believe her, but he doesn’t press her either, “Why aren’t you okay?” she asks, “If you wanna talk about it,” 

His puts his hands in his pockets, “Been rethinking my career. It seems to have a lot of…occupational hazards,”

“That’s it?” she asks.

He wanted to mention his ability for some reason, speak to someone who is now like him. Ask if she’s ever heard of it. Ask her if she knows what she’s capable of. But he doesn’t know if she suspects him of anything so he doesn’t want to dig his own grave.

He also wanted her to touch his arm again, feel her reassuring energy flow through him.

“That day must’ve stressed you out a lot,” she says and he agrees. It’s only now that he feels recharged, “Jesse’s also a nice guy,” 

He looks at her suspiciously, “He’s alright,”

“Are you two related?”

“No,” he watches her, wondering something else, “Why so many questions about him?”

She shrugs, walking ahead of him, “Just wondering,”

B/N follows her, kicking sand, “Why wonder about him?”

You both stay out until the sun begins to set and decide to watch that too. You’re sitting in the sand, the wind is chillier, the sea still raging but now the sky is orange and pink and red. 

When last have you actually taken a moment to truly relax instead of thinking about your next paycheck? 

B/N also seems relaxed beside you, engulfed in his own thoughts and you consider trying telepathy again but can’t bother. You let it go. It doesn’t make sense.

That’s when you see him tilt his body to the side, his head in the sand. 

“What are you doing?”

“Have you ever looked at the world from a different perspective?” he asks. 



You follow his lead, looking at the sky upside down. The ocean looks like the sky, the sun and the clouds the earth. The sight is so other-worldly that you stay in that position, wishing that this was how the world truly looked. 

You sit up right, feeling the blood rushing back to your body. His face is red, sand in his hair and a big smile on his face. 

“Looks amazing right?” he asks. 

You don’t know whether to stare at the sky or him. You nod, “It does,” 

“It’s like looking up when in a plane instead of down. You’re so close to space and the sky is dark too,” He’s excited to say all of this, like a kid. 

He moves closer to you to brush your hair with his hands. 

“Sand must be hell to get out of curly hair. Is there sand in mine?” 

“Lots,” you’re cleaning his hair while he did the same for you. He’s dusting the sand from your forehead when he stops, looking at your entire face. 

Your pulse is quickening and you’re not understanding why. He isn’t doing anything. 

“Thank you,” he says, “for taking me out here,” 

“Today’s price is really going to be a $1000,” 

He rolls his eyes with a smile, getting to his feet. He holds your hand, pulling you up and you both decide to head for the car. It’s almost nightfall and since there are no streetlights and barely any moonlight, it will be pitch black soon.

“Where’d you park the car?” 

“Over….there,” you say. You don’t see your car and before you panic you remember that you two walked for a very long time. Meaning, you were far from your car. And the sun was setting fast.  

“Where’d we put our shoes?” you ask him. 

“I put mine with yours,” 

You both sigh, knowing you’ll have to feel the sand to find them. 

“You have your phone?” he asks you. 

“No, I left mine in the car,” 

Another set of sighs. 

“You at least have your car keys, right?” 

You feel your pocket, “Yes,” 

This time a sigh of relief. 

You both walk in silence, the only sound are your feet trudging in the sand, the breeze and the waves of the ocean. 

The sun has completely sunk and it’s incredibly dark. You can barely make out his silhouette beside you. But soon you can’t see or hear him anymore and call out for him. Where did he go?

“B/N?” you look around but there’s nothing to see because it’s pitch black, “If you’re messing with me this isn’t funny!” 

You decide to keep walking. If you get to your car, you can look for him then. But then you hear slapping in the water, and you instinctively move from it. 

You can’t even run because you don’t know what’s around you. Could trip and hit a rock. Get pinched by a crab or step on a jellyfish. You didn’t feel that much paranoia before, but now your heart is pounding. 

More slapping on the water closer to you and then feeling someone grabbing you from behind. You scream while hearing B/N laugh by your ear. You push him off, barely able to see him while knowing all the while that it was him.

You slap and kick him, all the while he laughs. 

“I had to,” he can barely breathe with how hard he’s laughing, “I was gonna put you in the water but you were screaming so much I couldn’t even move. I’m so weak,” 

You drag him by his clothes, pulling him to the water. He notices last second what you’re doing and you hear a big splash as he falls in. But you don’t wait. You run out of the water, hearing him slosh behind you. You’re far from the water, him panting. 

“Not fair, I didn’t do it,” 

“That was your intention!” 

He grabs you, holding you against him and now you’re damp from his clothes. You shove him off. 

“I hate you,” you tell him, “Why’d you do that?” 

You can see his white smile in the dark and shove him again, “What can I say? You put me in a good mood,” 

His response both irritates you and triggers something else by the tone of his voice when he said it. You also realize you’re both wet and in the dark. 

“Let’s just leave,” you say, trying to figure out if you’re even going in the right direction. 

“Wait,” he grabs what he thinks is your arm but is actually the back of your shirt and you hear a small rip, “I…did not mean for that to happen.” 

“You’re working your way up for another dunk in the ocean,” 

“I’m sorry. I really was just kidding around,” but you weren’t even upset about that anymore. You only realized that you were completely alone with a man you were attracted to. 

“I just wanna find my car,” 

This time he places his hand on your shoulder instead of grabbing for you. And since he can’t see you, he move his hand down your arm until he finds your hand and holds it. 

“We can’t see anything. Let’s not get lost,” 

That was more than smooth, that was slick. What just happened? You’ve never been this lost by a turn of events before. Why is he holding your hand right now? When did you jump from friends to whatever this is? Or are you reading too much into it?

He walks ahead, pulling you with him. 

He’s swinging your hands, and if it wasn’t for the sea and the wind, the silence might have been awkward. 

“Is this weird for you?” you ask.

He keeps walking, “Not really. Is holding hands too much?” your hesitation is enough of an answer. He releases your hand and you’re almost sad by that but then he places your hand on his arm, as if he’s escorting you.

“Better?” he asks. 

You lower your face to hide your smile even though it’s too dark for him to see it, “Yes,” This felt way more romantic than hand holding. 

It takes fifteen minutes before you find your car and then your shoes. You don’t have a towel, but you do have a blanket that he wraps himself in because he’s cold. 

“You know, you would be warmer if you just took your clothes off,” you bite your lip once you say it, knowing how it sounded. 

“You’re right,” He doesn’t seem to think anything of your comment because his teeth are chattering and his body shaking. 

He steps out of the car and you happen to watch him from the corner of your eye as you dust off the shoes. He removes his shirt, pulling it over his head. You’re so glad it’s windy because he can’t hear you sigh at the sight of him. 

He shakes out his shirt and this time he looks in your direction to see if you’re watching because he’s taking off his pants. But you anticipated him doing that and look away prior. Bur you still peek. His thighs and calves are so well defined you almost squeal. He dusts off his pants, his back turned to you as he stands in his boxers and you see even his butt is toned. 

You bite your finger, turning away from him as you take a deep breath. 

“Ready?” he asks you and you turn around quickly. 


He’s in the front seat this time, wrapped in your blanket like a puppy. 

“You’re no longer my customer now?” you ask.

He shakes his head, body still shaking. You turn on the heater, warming him up before driving. 

Once he’s warm, he lowers the blanket to his waist, sitting in the front seat with his upper body exposed. 

“Did you get a good look?” 

You look ahead as you drive, “I’m driving, how can I?” 

He adjusts the blanket around him and you can hear the smile in his voice, “You know exactly what I mean,” 

You feel your face heat up but you don’t look at him. You both ride in silence and when you get to his place, he didn’t seem to consider the fact that he only has his boxers on. Or maybe he doesn’t care. 

He steps out with the blanket wrapped around his waist, everyone staring. 

“Do you wanna come up?” 

You suck in air through your teeth, looking him up and down, “That sounds like it entails other things, so I’m gonna have to say no,” 

He doesn’t even try to tell you that you were wrong, only nods, biting his bottom lip, “You’re right,” 

He begins to step back and you stop him, “You better pay me for tonight,” you tell him. 

“Yes,” his voice drags, “I’m gonna get the money,” 

You cross your arms, leaning on the car noticing that a few people overheard your conversation. You put up your hands, “I’m not a prostitute,” you say to them and their eyes go wide, “If I was, would I be wearing this?” that makes them walk away.

As promised, he comes back with the money. Exact amount. 

“Thank you again,” he says. 

“You’re welcome,” 

He begins to leave but turns around, still holding the blanket around his waist, “Are you free tomorrow?” 

“I’m usually free if you need me,” 

“No, not to take me anywhere. But as in…a date,” 

It dawns on you at what he’s asking, “Oh! Uh…” 

“Would you wanna get dinner by chance?” 

You nod, “Yeah, I’ll see what I can do,” Did you agree too quickly? Should’ve played hard to get.

He smiles, “Great, goodnight,” he hands you the blanket and walks away only in his boxers,” Everyone’s staring and so are you because he has such a great back view. 

You sigh admirably, “How did we get here?”