they talk about becoming more mature and shit and then they pull this bullshit

The truth is…


  • is a sassy bitch, let’s just accept that. always answering back, they’d even answer back to any god (may it be diplomatically or sarcastic)
  • always give people cheap gifts not because they’re broke but because they think that’s the only standard or gift you deserve
  • has a huge disgust with humanity so they either get delusions of controlling the world or they avoid/limit their human interactions
  • their logic is out of this world: it’s either you get mesmerised and see a new horizon or you end up getting crazy because you can’t get it
  • beneath all their layers, they’re one of the smartest and hardworking people out there… always willing to help you study/work/etc.


  • their trigger word is literally food and all its proper nouns. they’d sell their souls for a ceaseless supply of food and they’d won’t regret
  • literally possessive as fuck, aphrodite lives in their titties cos they dun calm down if they see someone circling around their man/woman.
  • obsessed with getting shit organised y'all don’t even know. they will never move unless a very detailed blue print is in front of them.
  • they will keep hustlin more than a twenty of you combined. they know and prioritise how precious time and money are.
  • when they say they can’t do an errand/plea, dun quickly believe them at all cost or you’ll get a small surprise: they’ll do it after some while. 


  • know that archetype of a kind person who’ll obey & follow you to the death but has so many fucking personal motives? yep, that’s gemini.
  • their knowledge and expertise are vastly scary; multilingual people and historians. they aint called GEMinis for nothing, hunty.
  • for them, it’s a dog-eat-dog world. if you don’t match their pace, you’re basically out of their surviving list, whatever list that is.
  • insanely in love and proud making other people swoon over them (oh the oozing warmth of being loved and respected) but says otherwise
  • bad at remembering dates but that dun mean they love you less or you’re not that important to them, just believe in them.


  • they dun talk much but best believe me, whenever they speak it’s either they gon hand you your ass or roast the living shit out of you
  • are all terminally sarcastic bless their souls. they don’t have time for your bullshit, they don’t even have time for their own.
  • they will never side or they will avoid picking a side. they’re the best people to rant cos they will literally get where you coming from.
  • one of the sweetest and loving signs out there but for some reason, they tend to have some problems making real long time friends.
  • always look brooding or even out of reach. that’s cos they’re afraid words/actions won’t come/show they way they really want them too.


  • so demure but once you get close to them/they know they have the upper control, they will fucking nag & bully everything
  • but after the searing primadonna stage, these lions are all just smol precious clumsy beans who must be protected at all cost
  • knows the traditional ways or romancing someone, like the flowers and cupcakes and shy yet formal asking you out for events/dates
  • easily clouded by false/dark ideas and hard to snap them out of it. it takes another brave alpha who can help them out of the cray
  • but don’t be fooled, these lions can be tamed and would be willing to tag along the right people for the rest of their life line.


  • dont slack off in front of them, they will give your ass a whoop back to reality. trust me, they give so much vigour and moral to people.
  • not easily scared of pretty much anything because they always think about the story/reason behind it, for this one, what made it scary?
  • they can get super fucking salty and shady and they aint afraid of being salty and shady, for a good or bad reason whatsoever.
  • they never fail to always see the bigger picture, that also means they’re not afraid to do everything to get to the biggest picture.
  • loves having fun and enjoying life without taking advantage of things or forgetting to be humble and well-grounded.


  • too pure for this world but these people have a skyrocketing tendencies to becoming a yandere (lol they probably already are)
  • their aesthetic perfectionism sickness is practically beyond all earth signs combined: they’ll set fire on anything lower than their standards.
  • too kind and angelic we dun deserve them. we also dun deserve their life sucking flirtatious killer charms. we just dun deserve then all in all
  • these bitches love to meddle with other people’s business tho. either they save the situation or aggravate it, there’s no in between
  • even with all the hate on their kind, libra people just keep their heads up and tryn’a understand and accept other people’s view of them.


  • for the vagillionth time, y'all have to remember that these “””devil children””” are all just 4D weird bastards who easily space out.
  • the sexy airheads we all get from anime. but dun cross them & their fambam, they won’t think twice about apathetically cutting you.
  • everyone’s fairy godmother/father cos if they love you & they see you deserving, they will lavish &treat you so great. aint lying, dis the truth
  • willing to learn from others but is obsessed with “i am the most mature one so my wisdom is the greatest and the only effective one”
  • so many layers, like they’re literally never-ending. but after plucking all these layers out, you’ll see a fragile marshmallow baby inside 


  • they need like a dozen of hobbies as outlets for their energy. if they don’t get the energy out, they become a host of a time bomb.
  • insatiably absorbs all information of all kinds like a baby on his mom’s chest or a tic sucking out blood from a fresh catch: you choose
  • no one really knows if they’re showing genuine reaction/emotion cos you don’t know if they’re forcing it or not or they dun even know too
  • is the jack of all trades cos they have so many talents but can’t focus and drill hard on one cos they jump from different talent to another
  • may come arrogant but always they always want everyone to be happy and enjoying the time, probably more than how libra wants it.


  • always late on almost everything. insomniac children of the night, so no matter how dire the situation is, they’ll always be late. deal with it.
  • condescending as fuck cos they know they can do pretty much anything please beware they are vicious machiavellians
  • obsessed with segregating people in their lives; they don’t want their friends to socialise with their family, this group with that group, etc.
  • avoids and gets easily tired with human interaction, but is magically brilliant with human interaction. their magic? idek ask them.
  • after you pass their scrutinising sifting of people in their lives, you’ll just see a funny, dependent, happy-go-lucky, perverted side of them


  • also don’t like taking sides, will never jump onto anything without all the cards are seeable, yet also not afraid to speak up in the end.
  • obsessed and deranged with their fanaticism of any horror shit idk how they can carry on with a fine stomach after all that scary jazz
  • can never be controlled, they might seem controllable or easy to manoeuvre but spare your ass and don’t be fooled by this sign
  • disappears and reappears at their own will, and doesn’t care about the consequences of their absence, they literally don’t care.
  • in the end of the day, aquarius has no fucks to give any of the other signs. they don’t ask for a lot and they just wanna be left alone.


  • are quiet little shits who looks way more gorgeous when they’re mad cos they just turn fiendish but still in a cute way, like wtf how???
  • needs a fuck ton of guidance from older or more mature people cos they tend either the laziest, silliest, or most annoying things ever. 
  • how fucking annoying it is whenever they pull out the victim card like dude shove that thing back where it belongs or so I will.
  • are actually sensible people, kinda shocking for some but it’s the truth cos these people stay in tune with their emotions, they dun run away
  • break them to pieces and you’ll see a child needing to be loved and wanting to know what are the things that they can improve and learn
Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (The Epilogue: Part B)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 2946

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Wow. I can’t believe it’s over. Thank you all so much!

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It’s been a week. One week and your whole world has been turned upside down, all because of three words.

For the first two days, Auston gives you space. On the third day, flowers arrive at your door, attached with a note in his handwriting that reads: I’m sorry. (You blame Mitch for giving him your address). The next day, it’s a box of your favourite donuts and a cute fluffy bear wearing your Furies’ jersey. The day after, a brand-new hockey stick and pucks with the words, FORGIVE ME initialed in silver sharpie. On the sixth day, he sends you what looks to be a homemade cake, with “I’m a dick” written messily on top in white frosting. That one makes you laugh.

Today, you haven’t received anything yet. You’ve just headed through the doors of the MasterCard centre, on your way to practice, when you spot him from across the hallway.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you swear under your breath, trying to walk quickly down the hall without him noticing. How had you forgotten the Leafs were practicing today?

“Y/N!” you hear him shout.

You’ve been spotted. You start running, apologizing as you weave in and out of people, trying your best not to knock them over with your hockey bag.

“Y/N - wait up!”

“Go away Auston!” you shout over your shoulder. A couple of people take notice of your exchange and start laughing.

You break into a sprint, throwing open the door to your rink and barrelling down the hallway. However, you forget how fast Auston is. He catches onto the back strap of your bag before you can make it to your dressing room. He pulls so hard you actually fall over, landing on top of your bag hard enough that it knocks the wind out of you.

“Seriously Auston?” you wheeze, glaring at him. You pick yourself off the bag and wince as you prod at your side, which had pressed up against a sharp object when you fell (presumably your skate).

“I’m so sorry - I was just trying to get you to stop. I didn’t mean to make you fall over.”

“Did you consider that I didn’t want to stop because I don’t want to talk to you?” When he doesn’t say anything, your roll your eyes, picking your bag up off the ground. “Guess that one didn’t cross your mind. Typical.”

“Y/N! Can you just give me a chance to explain myself?”

“I gave you a chance, and all you gave me was bullshit,” you say, referring to his admission that he loves you.

He looks you dead in the eye. “I meant what I said.”

You give him an incredulous look and start to turn away.

“Wait! Wait a minute, okay? Can we just…go somewhere to talk. Please? Just give me an hour to properly explain everything.”

You sigh. “Fine. Half an hour, tops.”


“Yes. But you have to stop sending me things.”

“But I-”

“No more gifts,” you say firmly. “And please, if you see Mitch, tell him I’m not happy that he’s giving out my address to people, and that I will expose him on Instagram. I’ve found some rather embarrassing photos from his middle school days that his followers might be interested in.”

Auston laughs. “Alright, I’ll pass the message along.”

You give him a half-hearted smile and begin to walk away.

“Wait!” he calls after you. “Where do you want to go to talk?”

“Surprise me.”

It’s later on that day. Auston has texted you from Mitch’s phone where he wants you to meet him. (You may have blocked Auston’s number one day when you were very angry.)

Steph agrees to drive you down there in the case that things go wrong and you need to get away quickly. She said her and Mitch were planning to go to a pizza place near the area anyways, and didn’t mind going in separate cars.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” you ask Steph on the ride there. Lights from the Toronto streets flash by as you make your way out of the downtown core.

“I don’t know; do you still love him?”

You turn to her, surprised. “I never-”





“Really?” Steph gives you a look. “Don’t try to play dumb. Just admit it - you loved him. You still love him, for god’s sake.”

“I’m not sure I do,” you say, looking down at your hands in your lap.

“Can I tell you something, straight up?”

“Of course.”

“I think you’re lying to yourself to try and protect yourself from getting hurt again.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, even though you’re starting to understand what Steph is telling you.

“He hurt you - that much is obvious. And you’re scared of getting hurt again, so you’re avoiding confronting your feelings for him because of the chance he might reject you a second time.”

“Damn it. When did you become so wise?”

“What are you talking about, ‘when’?” You raise an eyebrow at her. “Okay, fine. I may have made a lot of mistakes in the past.” You keep looking at her. “And you may have had to get me out of a situation more than once.”

“Thank-you for finally giving me the recognition I deserve.”

Steph rolls her eyes. “Whatever, Y/N. But honestly, I think being with Mitch has helped me grow as a person. I feel more mature, and like I can handle emotional drama a lot better.”

You reach over and squeeze her hand. “I’m glad.”

“Trust me, so am I. Looking back, I can’t believe I wasted so much unnecessary energy over guys who didn’t care. But I’ve talked at length with Mitch about your situation, and Auston really does care about you. He’s realized over the past couple months that he fucked up - big time. So at this point, I think it’s up to you if you want to give him another chance.”

You nod, taking it all in. “Thanks, Steph.”

“No problem.” She smiles at you warmly, and a pang of sadness hits you. You’ll miss having her around when she leaves for Brampton in two days.

Several minutes later, Steph pulls into a dark driveway and stops. She reaches into the back seat and pulls out a blindfold from a bag you hadn’t realized was there.

“What the hell are you doing?”

She rolls her eyes. “Relax, it’s part of the surprise. Auston requested that you wear the blindfold,” she explains. “He must be into some kinky shit.”


“Sorry, sorry.” She laughs. “I’m kidding. Just put it on.” She tosses you the fabric and you slide it over your head.

“Alright, what’s next?” you ask.

“Hold on a sec, just let me text Auston and let him know we’re here.”

“Did you guys set-up this entire thing behind my back?”


You huff. “Of course you did.”

“I think you’re going to like what he’s set-up. Mitch wasn’t happy when I complained that he never does anything like this for me.”

“What, tell him to meet you at strange places at night and ask you to wear a blindfold? Trust me, it’s not that great.”

Steph laughs. “Alright, I’m gonna help you out and then we’re going to walk to where Auston is.” You hear the car door open and shut, and then she opens your door. “Hold my hand.”

You take her hand and then begin to walk forward blindly, gravel crunching under your feet. “If I die, I hope you know I’m holding you fully responsible.”

“Y/N, you’re going to be fine.” You keep walking for another minute, and then Steph stops you. “Alright, we’re here.”

“Can I take the blindfold off?”

“Not yet.” She tugs you forward, and you know you’re inside a building when you hear the thud of a door closing behind you. It’s cold inside, and you feel your skin prickle with goosebumps. Steph leads you through another door and then stops you again.

“Take a seat.” Steph helps you sit down onto what you think is a bench. You hear her rustling through a bag.

“You don’t happen to have a sweater in that bag, do you?”

“No, sorry. But I do have these!”

“I can’t see.”

“Oh, right. I’ve got to take your shoes off.”

“What the hell is Auston planning?”

“You’ll see in a second.” You bend down and help her take off your shoes, and she slides on your skates.

“How’d you get my skates?”

“I have my ways.”

Steph quickly laces up both your skates. When she finishes, she reaches up to your head and pulls off the blindfold. You blink, adjusting your eyes as you look around. You’re in an unfamiliar hockey dressing room.

“What now?”

“I’ve been told I’m supposed to leave you here, and that whenever you’re ready, you can head out to the ice. You all good?”

“Yup,” you say, nodding. You feel nervous all of a sudden, but you’re not going to let it get to you.

Steph rushes forward and pulls you in for a quick hug. “Call me if you need anything. I’ll have my phone on full volume. Mitch and I are just five minutes away.”

“Thanks Steph, you’re the best.”

She smiles. “Have fun.”

“I’ll try.”

She turns and walks out of the room, leaving you alone.

You take a deep breath, and walk over to the mirror near the bathroom. You rearrange your hair, trying to pat down the frizzy parts that have stuck up from the blindfold. Once you’re convinced you look half-decent, you turn and head out of the dressing room.

The sight before you leaves you breathless.

The entire rink is lit up from tea lights and candles placed in little clusters in the stands. Their warm glow reflects off the ice and bathes everything in a beautiful golden light. Auston stands at centre ice, his hands shoved in his pockets.

You walk over to the open door and step onto the ice, slowly skating over to him.

“Hey,” he says, smiling nervously at you.

“Hi,” you respond, and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear shyly.

“So, um…I figured we could talk here, since the ice is like your second home. I just wanted you to feel comfortable and stuff.”

“Thank-you, I really appreciate that.” You gesture around at the candles. “Everything’s so beautiful. It must’ve taken you forever to put it together.”

Auston flushes. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Uh-huh,” you say, unconvinced. “How many hours?”

“Only two. I made Mitch help me, so it’s not a big deal.”

“Well, still. I appreciate the effort.” You smile up at him. He reaches out, like he’s going to touch your cheek, but then draws his hand back quickly.

“So um…should we skate?”

“Uh…yes, let’s.”

You both begin skating beside each other, gliding easily across the unmarked ice. You do an entire lap before Auston speaks. “So, you must be wondering why I left like that.”

“Amongst a thousand other things,” you murmur.

“I don’t know how to describe it other than it being a coward. I took the easy way out.” He pauses to take a deep, trembling breath. “Once I figured out I was in love with you, I panicked. You had become so important to me in such a short time. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so strongly about a person other than you, and that terrified me. I couldn’t imagine losing you, so I decided that it would be best just to cut ties off then and there.”

You give him a confused look.

“I know, that doesn’t make any sense, but my thinking was that I didn’t want you to leave - I didn’t want to deal with that pain - so I had to be the one to cut ties first. If I had stayed with you and then left for Zurich, and we were in a long distance relationship, I feared you would have gotten bored, or met someone else like Will; someone who was closer and could love you better than I could an ocean away. I wanted to make you happy, but I knew you’d only be miserable if I was so far from you.” He looks at you, an ashamed look on his face.

“You know what your biggest mistake in all of this was, Auston?”


“That you thought you knew what was best for me.” You look at him straight-on, your stare unwavering. “I wouldn’t have been miserable, or gotten bored, or met someone else, because all day, the only thing that runs through my mind is you,” you tell him honestly. “Did you know that Will kissed me the other week?”

He clenches his fists, anger immediately clouding his expression. “I knew it,” he growls. “That fucking Swedish pr-”

“No - stop. Before you get all mad at Will, I stopped it almost as soon as it started. Because, even though Will has supported me through absolutely everything after you left - the breakdowns, the tears, the fits of anger and rage - I couldn’t bring myself to commit to someone else, because…” you say, your eyes shining. “Because I’m stupidly in love with you, Auston Matthews.”

He looks at you, his eyes unreadable. Your heart rate spikes as he stops skating. You stop in front of him, not breaking eye contact.

“You love me?”

“Why the fuck else would I still be here?” you say, throwing your hands up, exasperated. A tear rolls down your cheek.

“No - please don’t cry.” He skates forward a little bit and cups your face in his hands very gently. His thumb brushes away the wetness on your cheek and you shiver under his touch.

“It’s not the first time I’ve cried over you, you know.”

He squeezes his eyes shut in pain. “I’m so sorry,” he says, his voice cracking. “I am so sorry. I can’t believe I put you through that much pain. I truly thought you would be happier without me…”

“That’s also another mistake. Nobody makes me more happy, and nobody makes me more sad than you.”

Auston opens his eyes, which are now glistening with tears. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“I know,” you say softly. “And that’s why I’m choosing to forgive you.”

“You forgive me?”

You nod. A smile breaks across his face, and ever so slowly, he bends down and kisses you.

The moment your lips touch, tingles shoot through your entire body. You inhale sharply, your hand coming up to cup the back of his head, pulling him closer to you. His hands travel down from your face to your back, your waist, and then your hips, his hands warm against your skin. He deepens the kiss, spinning you around on the ice.

When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless. Auston’s eyes are shining, and you can see the flickering of the candles reflected in his brown irises. You stroke his cheek fondly. “I missed that.”

“Me too,” he whispers, and tugs your hand down so he can press his lips to the back of it. “I love you,” he mumbles against your skin.

“I love you too.” You’re surprised by how naturally the words leave your lips.

He smiles and kisses your hand again before bringing it down to your side. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that.”

“I love you,” you say again, and laugh.

He tugs you forward, and the two of you begin skating again, stopping only momentarily to steal kisses. Once the two of you start to get cold, you head off the ice and untie your skates on one of the spectator benches.

“Let’s go blow out all these candles,” Auston says, taking your hand. Once you finish cleaning up everything, both of you take a second to rest in the stands.

You sit down beside him, leaning into his side. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. “I thought I was going to lose you today, for ever.”


“I thought you wouldn’t forgive me and that there was no point in even trying. I almost backed out at the last second, but Mitch convinced me to follow through with it. And I’m glad he did.”

“I’m glad he did too,” you say, taking his other hand from his lap and squeezing it. “And I’m happy that I decided to forgive you. On the ride here, I wasn’t sure that it was even a good idea to go, but Steph told me I should.”

“I guess we were both a little scared then.”

You nod. “We were scared, but yet we both ended up here in the end. I think that says something.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I’m not a big believer in fate, but I think the universe is trying to tell us that we belong together.”

You roll your eyes. “I can’t believe I’m dating such a cheesy fuck, oh my god.”

He raises an eyebrow. “So we’re dating again?”

“I’d like to try again, if you want to as well. Take things slow, and see where that leads us.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” he says happily, squeezing your hand.

You smile at him and then lean in close, kissing him very softly. He kisses you back, his thumb brushing against your cheek. When you pull apart, you drop your head onto his shoulder and stay like that just to breathe for a moment.

Things weren’t perfect, but as long as Auston was by your side, you knew you would be happy.

Without a doubt

‘He was sick last week so don’t let him fool you when he says he can eat ice-cream’ Yoongi gives Hoseok a knowing look before turning to his son to send him a warning glare.

‘Sure. Okay, Kook let’s go’ Hoseok salutes Yoongi with a shit eating grin on his face before grabbing Jungkook in the middle and throwing him over the shoulder causing the kid to squeal happily and kick his legs against Hoseok’s chest. They leave the cafe and the moment Jungkook is placed on the ground he runs towards the swings on the small playground adjacent to the building. Jimin sighs heavily watching Hoseok run after the boy. The glass separating them isn’t enough to mute all the screaming he makes (Hoseok it is) so Jimin just gives Yoongi a silent apology.

'They’re 20 years apart but I can’t tell who’s more immature’ Yoongi shakes his head but smiles softly when Jungkook waves at him. 'You don’t wanna wait for Hoseok? We can just-’

'No’ Jimin refuses so quickly Yoongi raises an eyebrow. 'No, actually I wanna talk about Hoseok’ He glances nervously towards the playground where his beloved husband is having the time of his life with a 7-year-old Jungkook pushing him forward to swing him- a grown, 27-year-old man.

'Okay.’ Yoongi takes a sip of his coffee not hiding at all his concerns. 'You fought or something?’

'No, no don’t worry’ Jimin waves his dismissively 'I just…’ His words trail off when he watches Hoseok throw Jungkook high in the air but before he can shout in fear Jungkook’s already safe and sound in Hoseok’s arm laughing in excitement. None of them seem to give a single fuck about poor Jimin almost getting a heart attack.

'I know plastic spoons are for free here, but there’s no need to abuse them’ Yoongi breaks him out of his thoughts carefully pulling the broken plastic away. 'They have feelings too’

'He’s so irresponsible’ Jimin blurts out, just like that, ignoring Yoongi’s both raised eyebrows and slightly open mouth, staring at the scene behind the glass wall.

'So that’s what it is about’


'Jimin, seriously, why are you like this?’ Yoongi leans against the back of his seat crossing his arms over his chest. Jimin is looking away from him but the older is having none of this. 'You’ve been talking about it for years, you signed the papers a few weeks ago and you’re not going to be more ready than you are now. What’s wrong?’

'This is such a huge responsibility but he keeps acting like it’s a joke’ Jimin’s tone is sour, laced with guilt and disappointment.


I’m the one who thinks about the future, I’m the one who thinks about changing the car and doing a general makeover. I’m the one stressing over the fact that my life, our life is never going to be the same and we need to slow down and become more mature. I took care of the paperwork. It was all me.’

'But is it really because Hoseok himself doesn’t do it?’ Yoongi speaks after a few silent moments, letting Jimin catch a much-needed breath. 'Or because you don’t think he’d manage’

'Cause he never takes things seriously-’ Jimin tries to argue but Yoongi silences him with a simple move of a hand.

'It’s too late for changing your mind and you know it. But tell me, honestly, what is this that you’re really scared of?’ The silence is thick and suffocating, like a dense chocolate pudding sliding down Jimin’s throat and into his lungs. Yoongi doesn’t push him but Jimin knows that he’ll have to speak eventually.

'What if he drops him or pulls his hand too hard. What if he gives him something bad to eat or worse- forgets to feed him at all? What if he’s going to be just joking around and I’ll be alone in this mess, hyung.’ Yoongi catches Jimin’s hand laying on top of the table when the first drop falls down with an inaudible splash. 'I love him but I’m not sure if this is what he wants’

'What are you saying…’

'He’d do anything for me, I’m sure of it’ Jimin sniffs quickly averting his eyes from the playground. 'That’s why I’m not sure if we both want the same thing’

'Now this is just pure bullshit’ Yoongi squeezes his hand supportively handing him a napkin to get rid of the tears. 'Jimin, everything is going to be fine. Trust me.’


'Have I ever disappointed you?’ The older gives him a pointed look.


'Exactly’ Yoongi lifts his chin with a finger, smiling at him softly before turning the younger’s head towards the playground just when Hoseok throws Jungkook forward like a sack of potatoes. Jimin is already standing up when a pair of arms appear from nowhere catching the kid mid-air before he could crash his head on the ground. He gasps gripping the edge of the table until his knuckles turn white but then Yoongi touches his wrist making him jerk in surprise.

'I know that you’re scared’ Yoongi starts pulling Jimin down onto the seat. 'I know that you start doubting him but trust me, I went through the same’ Jimin watches as Taehyung pushes Jungkook onto the pile of sand next to the swing, much to Hoseok’s amusement, before laughing himself. If not for Yoongi who’s still holding his wrist, he would run over to check if Jungkook’s injured and to yell at the idiots for acting like- like… Like idiots. But Jungkook screams in happiness, throwing sand towards Taehyung, towards Hoseok and he looks so carefree-

'It’s going to be fine. I promise’ Yoongi squeezes his hand one last time when Taehyung pulls Jungkook into a loving hug which of course the kid rejects, pushing and whining at the amount of love he’s receiving from his other dad. And Jimin catches himself locking eyes with Hoseok who waves at him with all his body, screaming and making stupid faces before sweeping Jungkook off his feet again.

'I hope so’

'Babe, stop pacing around. It’ll be fine

Two months later Jimin finds himself threading paths in their living room like a madman. He can’t calm down his nerves, not when today is the day. But of course, Hoseok acts like it’s nothing telling stupid jokes and asking Jimin to stop worrying like it’s that simple.

The adoption center they chose accepted their application two years ago and since then, they’ve been waiting for a chance to give one of the children a new home. And the chance showed up half a year ago when the center decided they fit all the requirements. After endless meetings with the adoption counselor and hundreds of conversation with the psychologist, they finally officially could adopt a child.

They saw the boy already, of course, but always from afar, always through the separating glass. The counselor was here yesterday with all the needed papers to sign, with the last tips and that’s all. That’s it. The center offered to bring the child themselves so Jimin can’t wait to hear the knock on the door as much as he’s terrified to finally hear it.

But the moment comes quite quickly, the sound of knocking resonating loudly in the unnaturally quiet house. He feels like ice got into his veins making him freeze in place, unable to move. Hoseok giggles causing Jimin to furrow his eyebrows in worry before standing up and walking towards the door. The next 30 minutes is a blur, with the counselor talking and talking and for the first time, it’s Hoseok who’s doing the speaking and listening and Jimin’s just standing there, frozen and scared.

And when another woman gets in, holding their baby in a carrier they bought, Jimin is speechless, breathless and he can’t believe it’s happening. But then all the worries come back when the woman pulls their baby out and turns towards Hoseok. Jimin knows his husband has the same right to hold their baby first as much as Jimin has, he knows that it’s probably because he’s standing closer to the woman but he still can’t help but feel like it should be him. A million thoughts run through his head. What if Hoseok holds the boy wrong? What if he bursts out in laughter? What if he throws him in the air like he does with Jungkook and drops it and-

Hoseok takes the baby from the woman, cradling the little boy in his arms with such tenderness and delicacy, his hands forming a perfect shape to hold him. Jimin hears the muffled voices of the women, hears Hoseok saying something but all he can see is how perfect Hoseok looks with their baby in his arms. And then it’s silent again, the room empty except for Hoseok and the little human in a white little blanket. Jimin can’t take his eyes off the sight in front of him.

Hoseok started to sway gently from side to side, the motion slowly putting both Jimin and the baby to sleep. His husband places a weightless kiss on their son’s forehead, the smile on his lips widening when he pulls away.

'Baby. Come here, you’ve been waiting for so long’ Hoseok quietly calls him, bringing him back to reality. It takes Jimin a short moment of hesitation before his legs warm up enough to let him move forward but when he finally does, he almost runs. He knows he’s crying before he really feels it but he also knows that’s not entirely because of the fact their baby is finally with them.

'I’m so sorry’ He buries his face in Hoseok’s neck, biting his lip to prevent himself from whimpering too loud afraid to wake up the little miracle.

'What?’ Hoseok turns his head to the side, pressing hot lips to the crown of Jimin’s head. 'What are you sorry for, silly?’

Jimin doesn’t answer right away, cursing himself for ever doubting Hoseok. Blame it on fear, hormones, bad weather but he just can’t understand how he could think Hoseok would not be a good, the best father for their baby. Yes, he’s annoying and loud and laughs at everything but he also knows when to be serious. And this is one of these moments.

'Nothing. Nothing at all. I love you. I love that you’re my husband and that you’re in this with me’ Jimin kisses Hoseok’s neck, wraps an arm around his waist to take a look at their son.

'Of course, I am’ Hoseok furrows his eyebrows in confusion, pressing his forehead to Jimin’s temple. 'I love you so much, Jimin’ Gently pulling away he turns to face the younger. 'I’m sorry I got to hold him first. I know how much it means to you-’

'Don’t be ridiculous’ Jimin shakes his head but takes the baby from Hoseok when the older motions for him to do it. He holds the baby close, nuzzling his nose into the fluffy blanket.

'Yoongi talked to me’ Hoseok says but there’s no bitterness in his tone like he just states the obvious.

'He did?’ Jimin feels himself getting pale, the guilt freezing him in place.

'Yeah’ Hoseok nods running a hand through Jimin’s hair. 'What did you expect from my best friend?’

'I’m so sorry’

'No. It’s fine. I know how I am most of the time’ He smiles gently kissing Jimin on the mouth. 'But I promise you, I’ll never hurt our baby and I’ll never hurt you. Intentionally at least’ Jimin sighs.

'I know. Of course, I know this. I fucking married you after all’

'Yeah, yeah you did’ Hoseok grins and all the worries, all the stupid thoughts Jimin has been having for so long, disappear in this single moment. Kneeling in front of the carrier, he puts their baby inside giving him a kiss on the head.

'And I’d do it again’ He says quietly turning to his husband, his lover and his friend.

'Without a doubt’ Hoseok winks playfully leaning down to kiss Jimin breathless.

Hello. I’m back with this fluffy puffy shit. 


The Other one

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Halloween Special Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 

Part 10

I don’t know if I’ll continue it, but I hope you like it

“Are you cheating on me?” The million dollar question. The five words could change everything. You may get a horrible answer or he could be faithful, but lose faith in you, thinking that you don’t trust him. But you had to know, he had changed. Become distant, he stopped talking to you. Not saying that he ignored you, just that he didn’t share like he used to. Talk about his day, his members. It felt like he wasn’t attracted you anymore, there were little to none intimate moments between the two of you. He was always ‘too tired’. He started coming home later than usual, you knew that he practiced until late, but it was never this late. He would always be on his phone, he changed his password. He stopped caring, when you were missing home he hugged you. Not the comforting hugs, like he used to. It was cold, it felt the same as standing close to a stranger in a packed bus. Unless he fell out of love with you, there must be an explanation. You needed to know.

“There isn’t anyone else, only you.” He shortly looked up from his phone, to then look down again.

If there wasn’t anyone else, it was you. You were the problem. What happened?

“O-oh okay.” You turned away, and resumed cooking. You start shaking, as tears fall down your cheek, you tried to keep the sobs from escaping. Once you started crying, you wouldn’t be able to stop.

You put the knife down and you take a deep breath, your shaking hands could lead to a horrible accident. You hear him sigh and then the shifting of the leather couch. And the pitter-patter of his feet on the hard wood floor. And then you feel his arms wrap around your waist. It was supposed to be comforting, but it wasn’t. He said there was no one else, but you could smell the perfume. You could see the red mark on his neck in the reflection of the oven.

He doesn’t know why he lied, you gave him a chance to come clean. But there was something about you, he couldn’t hurt you, even though he already was, he didn’t want to see it unfold in front of him. But it was killing you slowly, day by day you losing your sanity, your character. It wasn’t like he didn’t love you, he did. But he couldn’t stop, he thought it was the attention he craved, but it was something else. It was the fear of growing up. Just being with you, only you, meant growing up. It resembled marriage, and he wasn’t ready for that. So why didn’t he just leave? He couldn’t, he loved you, more than he showed. More than you knew.

“I’m gonna go get s-some… I’m just gonna go to the store.” You slip out of his hands, slip on your shoes and jacket.

As soon as you get down the hallway, away from your apartment you just broke down, tears streaming down your face, your body shaking and the room spinning. This was one of the many breakdowns you suffered many times a month. Why didn’t you leave? You wanted to believe that there was something there, that there was still something there.

You hear someone coming down the hallway, you quickly stand up, brush yourself off and wipe your tears. You catch a glimpse of yourself in a window, you looked horrible, your hair was a mess, and your face was puffy.

Someone calls your name, causing you to turn around. It was Jinyoung. He had always been a good friend to you and you always felt like you could tell him everything. Just not this. As soon as he knew, everyone would know, and once everyone knew the hurt would become deeper, more real than it had been.

“Hey Jinyoung.” You say, clearing your throat, trying to erase any sadness from your throat, which was hard.

“Are you okay?” He asks, moving closer to you.

You sigh, you didn’t want to tell him. But you wanted to know you could trust him.

“Jinyoung, if something was off or I don’t know…different with Jaebum, y-you’d tell me right?”

He looks you in the eye, he saw the pain and the vulnerability. He knew what caused this, they all knew. But they couldn’t do or say anything, he was their leader. And to question or challenge him would be crazy. He hated Jaebum for doing wrong, but he was his brother and he couldn’t betray him like that. If you were going to find out, it would be from Jaebum or you would figure it out.

“O-of course.” He said, putting his arms out.

You walk towards him and into his embrace.

“Thank you.” You whisper


He looks at you as you pull away, he wanted to heal you, and anyone could see that you were a broken woman. He wanted to fix you so badly, he knew he could. This would sound so cliché but he was in love with you, his best friend’s girlfriend. He didn’t want to be, he tried to stop, the more time he spent with you, the harder he fell.

“I’m always here for you, just know that.” He says.

And as you look into his deep brown eyes, you knew that he meant every word. He looked at you with love, more than a friend would. He had a glisten in his eye, the same one that Jaebum had. You were too distracted to deal with that.

“So what are you doing here?” You ask, stepping back.

“I just wanted to get Jaebum, we have practice tonight.” He says.

“Oh okay, I was just heading out to the store, I’ll see you later.” You smile, before walking away.

Jinyoung walks up to the door and knocks, he only waits a few seconds before Jaebum opens the door.

“Hey” Jaebum says.

“We need to talk.” He walks past Jaebum and takes a seat at the dining table.

Jaebum shuts the door and follows Jinyoung and sits down.

“What’s up?”

Jinyoung sighs, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe how unscathed Jaebum looked, while you were out there like damaged goods.

“Let’s cut the bullshit. Don’t act like you don’t know what’s going on.”

“I’m confused.”

“How could you do it? She loves you. I don’t know why but she loves you. And you treat her like shit.”

Jaebum now knew what he was talking about.

“I don’t know. It just happened.” He shrugs.

“No, ‘just happens’ is flirting, ‘just happens’ could maybe even stretch to a one night stand. It doesn’t turn into an affair. You are cheating on the most beautiful person. Someone who lights up a room, you’ve turned her into a person who now hides in a corner. She was someone who can make anyone feel better, now others are working to make her feel better.”

Jaebum looks deep into his eyes, he sees something. There was a glisten in his eye that everyone talked about when he spoke about you. They said that look was love. And now he saw it in his best friend’s eyes, when he spoke about you.

“You’re in love with her.”

“I care about her, as should you. Stop this.” Jinyoung pleads.

Jaebum was getting angry, he did care about you. He cared about you a lot. He felt like he was ill, he didn’t know how to fix himself, so that he could fix you.

“I love her. You don’t understand how much I-.”

“No I don’t understand. If I loved someone I’d do everything in my power to cherish and protect them.” Jinyoung says.

They sat in silence for a while.

“You’re not gonna tell her are you?”

Jinyoung gets up.

“No, I’m not gonna tell her, but I will not lie for you. We may be members but we are not friends for now. Because I want what’s best for your girlfriend. I’ll see you at practice.” And with that he leaves.

This left Jaebum to think, Jinyoung was obviously in love with you. The way he was acting, he might as well give you Jinyoung. He would treat you better and he was so much more mature than him. He would give the commitment you wanted, the security you craved.

You wandered around the isles, you didn’t really need anything but you couldn’t be in that apartment. You needed space just away from all the madness and pain. But you couldn’t stay here all night and not buy anything, the store would get suspicious and probably kick you out. You go to the fruit section and just pick out the first thing you see, and promptly pay for it. You make your way back home. You slide your key in and enter. First thing you see was Jaebum sitting at the dining table.

“Hey.” You say, setting your bag down.

“Hey, what took you so long?” He asks.

You didn’t want to tell him, all the times you asked that question and he didn’t give you an answer. But you couldn’t just ignore him, it wasn’t in your personality.

“I bought some fruit.”

“You hate pears.” He says.

You look down, you didn’t even realise that you had bought.

“I’m trying something new.”

Then there was a knock at the door.

You walk over and open it.

Jaebum looks at who it could be. His heart stops, it’s her. The one who was inbetween the two of you.

“Can I help you?” You ask.

“I’m here for Jaebum.” She says.

Could she be…? No she couldn’t be.

You look at Jaebum and examine him. He looked like he just saw a ghost. The girl at the door was her. She was the other one

Should I do a part 2?

Dude, Your Brother is Driving Me Nuts

Genre: Fluff! Pastel!Dan x Punk!Phil

Summary: Dan has gone to help out his twin brother, Dylan who also happened to be bffs with his boyfriend, Phil.  Later Phil mistakes Dan for his brother and starts complaining about Dan and a marriage proposal?

Word Count: 3k

Dan rang the buzzer for the penthouse belonging to Dylan Howell the legendary mystery novelist and also his older brother by twenty minutes.

“WHO’S IT?” his brother’s voice shouted from the intercom and Dan could feel the sound waves knocking his flower crown askew.

“It’s Dan,” Dan said into the intercom and the doors opened without any further reply. His brother was a week passed his deadline for the next manuscript and had asked Dan to help him with some chores. Dan let himself in the building nodding at the doorman and got into the elevator.

He reached the top floor and went to the only door on the floor and found it open. “Dylan,” Dan called entering in the apartment and a ‘shut up’ came from the office. He had expected it, as Dylan missing a deadline was far too often occurrence, and as expected, the house was a mess. Dan sighed and decided to take vacuuming first.

It was good three hours when Dan had finally managed to put the pigsty of a house into a somewhat living appropriate place. He went inside the office to check on his brother and found him at his desk munching on some pretzels Dan had brought. “Dude supp?” Dylan asked before shoving another mouthful.

Dan huffed, “Cleaning your mess like always you dick. It was my day off you know.”

“Since Phil does all the household work at yours two place, I thought you wouldn’t mind doing them for a change.” Dylan smirked; trust Phil to discuss everything with him. It took two weeks for Phil to manage to ask Dan on a date but within hours of Dan introducing him to Dylan, Phil had become best friends with his brother. Dan briefly envied of how well they got along; it was his boyfriend and his only brother after all, he wanted to be the one who they both got along with the best. Though he knew, both of them cared about him the most. Selfishly, Dan would take that.

“Be thankful you ungrateful piece of shit,” Dan retorted looking at his twin in disgust. Dylan worked from home, then why the hell was he always wearing tie?

“I’m grateful little bro, I’m taking responsibility for your honeymoon after all,” Dylan joked. Dan rolled his eyes at him but anxiety bubbled in his stomach at honeymoon that reminded him of a certain ring he had kept hidden.

“Just get done with your work and shut th- AH!” Surume, a Persian cat, and the only other resident of the flat had jumped on the side table tipping an entire liter coke bottle on Dan. He cursed; both, his favourite lemon yellow jumper, that Phil had gifted, and his white pants soaked in fizzing liquid were lost cause now.

“Surume, you fatass,” Dylan said lazily and the cat jumped on his lap and rubbed itself on his owner’s palm. “Get something from the closet to change,” Dylan told Dan while scratching behind the cat’s ears.

“Yeah, like a three piece suit?” Dan hissed. Dylan did not own any casuals! It’s either a neatly pressed formal shirt and dress pants or Spongebob pajamas.

He took out his frustrations of ruined clothes and having to wear formals on his day off on Dylan by cursing and hissing, but the little shit was leering at Dan’s misery and petting his pet cat. Dan thought it was congratulatory petting for the cat for making Dan miserable and entertaining its owner.

Dan did a quick change, nagged his brother some more to get working and left in hurry because it was time for Phil to get home.

He forgot his flower crown in Dylan’s bathroom.

Phil put the shopping away, and threw himself on the couch. Dan wasn’t home and there was no note. Phil was home early today from work but it irritated him to enter the house without a welcome kiss. Dan had asked him to keep the evening free and not prepared dinner. Phil thought, hopped, that today’s the day Dan will get the nerve to propose!

It had been almost a month when Phil unintentionally found out about Dan’s intentions of proposing.  Dylan had come to hang out while Dan had to go and take care of something for the coffee shop he owned. It was a stroke of luck that Dylan launched a dice with a rubber band and it went straight for some crotchet magazines in the bookshelf, which Dan knew Phil would never touch. They found a neatly hidden sock there containing something bulging. Curiosity had led them to extract a small velvet box with the most beautiful ring in it. There was also an even more beautiful proposal speech describing every little thing about Phil that Dan loved from his tattoos and piercing to his sleep talking and his pet peeves that Dan had swore to live with. He had made promises for eternal love and to cherish Phil forever.

He shouldn’t have read it, Dylan did tell him that the second he realized what the paper had, but Phil couldn’t stop himself. Dan said he loved him every day, but Phil couldn’t make his eyes stop hungrily take in the words. He had suspected it before, but now he knew for sure that he could never ever have enough of Dan.

He put the sock and everything back as it was and threaten Dylan to never breathe a word about anything, especially Phil falling on his knees, crying and reading the proposal. Both then went to pretend watching TV and waiting for Dan to come home.

It had been a month now and Phil was getting restless. Granted Phil had not planned on proposing Dan in near future, though lack of feeling was never the issue. He was just too happy for the past three years living in his little bubble of joy with Dan to comprehend thinking about marriage, or the next step kind of things. Now that Dan was ready with a ring, it had turned everything around.  Now all Phil could do was think about seeing Dan walk down the aisle or stare at his finger and image how the ring will look on, think about ‘yes to the proposal’ sex, wedding night sex, honeymoon, looking around the house with a prospective of a married couple staying there someday, dreaming about kids, their school, their teenage years and rebel phases, the kids getting married some day. In short Phil was consumed by fantasizing about a married bliss with Dan.

He felt like an idiot for not to think about their future before, and not proposing Dan already.

The problem was Dan. He hadn’t breathed a word about it. Now that Phil had seen Dan’s preparation, he couldn’t do anything but wait till Dan scrapped up some nerve and do it regardless of how much Phil wanted to pull Dan underneath him, pop the question, and attack him with his mouth even before Dan could mutter a ‘yes’.

Looking from an outsider’s point of view, Dan, always clad in pastels and a contrast matching flower crown always perched on his head, shy and an introvert, people would expect the proposing would be done by Phil, who’s always dressed in black or plaid, black skinny jeans with badass tattoo scattered on his pale body. He also had his ear stretched in his early twenties. Regardless of their appearance, Dan has always been their rock and the mature one when it came to relationship.

Phil had spent a week visiting Dan’s coffee shop just to ask the adorable owner out. Phil still remembers sitting for hours at the corner table that gave a full view of the counter and pretending to work by typing bullshit in MS Word.  He had made major fool out of himself couple of time. Yeah, he can see why Dan went ahead and bought a ring instead of waiting for Phil to ask.

The sound of front door open and close brought Phil back to the present. Phil got up from the couch and went to greet the newcomer, who he thought was Dan, but in came Dylan in his fancy pants and hard pressed shirt.

“Where are your tie, jacket and shit? Anyway come on in, Dan isn’t home.” Phil said turning back towards the living room. It was good Dylan had decided to drop by; thinking about the wait for the proposal had put Phil in foul mood and he really needed his best friend to bitch about Dan.

“Eh, Phil-”

“I don’t know where he’s gone; I have texted him but he hasn’t texted back yet. I was really hoping today would be the day man.” Phil dropped on the couch and rubbed his face with his hand sighing.

Dylan stood near the entrance of the living room, scrunching his eyebrows and looking confused, “huh, what day?”

“The day he’d propose of course!” What else had Phil talked about in past weeks? “He had asked not to cook anything for dinner, so I’m assuming it will happen in a restaurant or something.”

How was Dan going do it anyway? Ring in the champagne? Ring in the dessert? Or the classic, going down on one knee? He had an elaborated speech prepared, though what Phil found with the ring looked like a rough outline and with many cuttings and arrows.

“Dude, how am I supposed to react? Should I act surprised? He had been planning for it this long, I don’t want to disappoint him,” Phil sighed, “I also have never lied to him before.”

When he got no response, Phil looked up and saw Dylan rooted at his spot. He was so still, Phil doubted he was even breathing. “You alright man?” Phil asked furrowing his brows and patted the seat next to him, “come sit down.”

After few moments of concerned silence at Phil’s part and blinking and uneven breathing at Dylan’s, he finally spoke, “so if I, ah I mean, if Dan asked you to marry him right now you would say… yes?” The last part came out timid.

“Why are you even asking that, dumbass? I thought you knew since before we found the ring and the sock,” Phil said waving his hand at the bookshelf, “what’s up with you today? It’s all hands on deck situation with me and your brother here. All I did this past month was fucking fantasize about being married to Dan and forgot to think about what to do when he asks me.”

“Fantasize?” Dylan asked in small voice and coughed, “what were you fantasizing about?”

Phil scrunched his brows; the evening sun from the window behind Dylan was barely making anything more than his dark silhouette visible. Phil suspected the jerk smirking after asking what he fantasized. Seriously, who asks such a thing to their brother’s lover? But if he needed Dylan’s help, and he needed it badly, he better give in and say something. “The wedding cake, the wedding dance that I hope will be to Fall Out Boy. Just the thought of my parent’s faces when I bring Dan as my husband at next family function cracks me up.”

Phil came from a rich family with homophobic parents who drew him to the punk culture for acceptance. Parents! “I’ll really like a couple of kids and dress them in those tiny cowboy hats and do good by them and not like my old man. I want to do all this with Dan, the idea of, you know, the apple-pie life complete with a white picket fence and being forever with the love of my life is what I’ve been thinking about all this time.” Phil’s voice had gotten soft at the end of his little speech, cheeks heating up and a sense of longing twisting in his gut.

“What? That’s what it was all this time? What the fuck!” Dylan had shouted shaking his head in exasperation. Wait, Phil had seen that body language before that depicted ‘lord have mercy’ and ‘why am I together with this idiot?’


“Yes babe,” he walked towards Phil and stood between his legs. It was Dan, his sweet Dan with the right shade of brown eyes, dimples accompanied with two little freckles and other Dan-ness of his face that Phil loved so much. Except what’s with those trouserws and the dress shirt? And where the hell was the flower-crown?

As if reading Phil’s mind Dan chucked and said, “That abomination at Dylan’s house spilled coke on me and I’d to borrow his clothes.” Abomination? Oh yeah, Surume; Phil loved that cat though. Distracted by being too happy after seeing Dan’s face like Phil always do, he came to his senses about the situation and stop rubbing back of Dan’s thighs.

“Oh, took you long enough,” Dan gave a knowing smirked. If Phil wasn’t freaking out, he would have taken Dan right there on the couch and wiped that annoying grin off this face. Speaking of, why wasn’t Dan, freaking or angry, it was his proposal that Phil ruined. Wait, it was supposed to be a proposal right, or had Phil horribly misunderstood?

Dan chuckled, “Babe, your face is very expressive.” The affection in his voice calmed Phil’s heart a little. Dan still loved him.

“I’m still ‘babe’ then?” Stupid question but he needed Dan to say it.

As expected Dan held his jaw in his hands and brushed his cheekbone with his thumbs, “Forever and always.” The determination with which Dan said it hitched Phil’s breath. He waited for Dan to say more, because they both knew Phil was incapable of talking right then, but Dan continued to grin down at Phil with amusement sparkling in this eyes, enjoying the situation immensely.

“Dan, come on say something. D-did I get it wrong?”

Dan was reminded of how much Phil loved him at the break in Phil’s voice. Looking at this boyfriend’s huge blue eyes laced with worry, Dan almost nixed the idea of screwing with him more, “yeah…” Phil’s eyes widen, “about the cowboy hats on the kids.” Dan grined. Sue his heart for relishing the fact that the guy he loved (also the toughest guy he knew) was worrying over him.

Phil slapped Dan’s butt, hard. “Asshole, fuck you,” but he was ginning looking up at Dan, the concerned look disappearing.

“Not before wedding night,” Dan joked but there, he said it; wedding. He had never seen so much love in someone’s eyes as he saw right there in Phil’s, and he was sure his eyes showed the same. He stared at Phil for another moment, and were those tears lining Phil’s eyes?

Dan doesn’t remember climbing in Phil’s lap but they were kissing hard, hands wrapped desperately pulling the other’s body, wanting more. Teeth, tongue and lips collided and both had tears streaming down their cheeks. Moaning and smacking of lips filled the room.

They were on the floor when Phil remember something and sat up. Dan had pulled off his t-shirt long ago and stared proudly at the marks he left alongside Phil’s tattoos adorning his lean muscular torso, disappearing in the unbuttoned jeans with the happy trail.

“I think the biggest perk of getting inked is that lust filled look on you,” Phil gave a flirty winked. Dan ignored him and continued eating Phil with his eyes. Boy was he lucky!

“Anyway baby, serious question,” Phil said and Dan tore his eyes and looked up at him, pouting and Phil snickered tugging at his bottom lips. “Why did you get upset back then if you were going to propose?”

Oh yeah, Dan needed to admit few things, he now knew what Phil has been thinking for the past month, apparently the antics Dylan and Phil get up to had led them to discover his ring… and dammit, that paper with his shitty ideas for a proposal speech. Dan had spilled his guts out and hadn’t decided how much to tell. There is no way that Phil hadn’t read it and Dan’s face burned with embarrassment. Dan got up and sat across Phil, who was waiting patiently for Dan, giving him the time he needed. Phil always gave Dan what he needed. All this time Phil had been thinking about them, their future, marriage and kids.

Dan got up and went to their bookshelf and fished out the velvet black box and stared at it. “I bought this ring seven months ago, but I was thinking about it for more than two years now. Hell, I called Dylan after our first month anniversary and he had to talk me out of proposing you the next day.” Dan chuckled at the memory and Dylan’s angry ‘I haven’t even met this dude yet and from what you talk about him he seems like a jerk’. Phil got up and stood in front of him, Dan continued to look at the boxed ring. “I always wanted to marry, settle down and have a family, but whenever I brought the subject you seemed to be thinking it was far, far off in the future and looked disinterested that made me think you don’t want any of it… with me.” Phil took one of his hand in his, conveying that it was not true, but otherwise did not interrupt Dan. “I saw this ring in a shop in Manchester last to last time we visited and knew I just had to give it to you. I’ve been planning a lot of things lately, and they all were my failed attempts at proposing. I chickened out of today’s plans too,” Dan said sheepishly, “then about a month ago, you started being distant, and looked engrossed in your own though and stared paying less and less attention to me,” Phil squeezed his hand, “and I started to think may be… that may be you finally got tired of me.”

“Baby I can never ever-“

“I know Phil. I know now,” Dan looked up at the man he loved who was staring back at him with apprehension and with ever present love that Dan’s low self esteem did not let him see recently. He opened the box and went down on one knee right there and then making Phil gasped.

“Phillip Michael Lester, will you marry me?” Dan said loud and clear. Seven simple words with Phil’s shout of ‘yes’, regardless the hours he spent on finding elaborate ways to propose, Dan wouldn’t change anything.  Dan got up and placed the black titanium band with gold inlay on Phil’s finger. They kissed sweetly once, twice, then again, and would you look at that, both were tearing up again. Saps.

Phil put his forehead on Dan’s with a watery smile and looking deeply in his eyes, “so you cancelled whatever you had plan for today?”


“Good, I’ve had some especially interesting fantasies about the ‘yes to the proposal sex’,”

Phil lifted Dan off his feet and carried him to their bedroom with Dan’s laughter ringing through the house.

A/N: What do you think?

Timid to Aggressive- Gerard Way AU Smut

Yo! So this took me a little bit, I was expecting it to be done at 4 (CT) but I decided to take a break and watch Outlander. (Which is a great book as well, I suggest it. It’s one of my favorites.) So,as usual, it’s late, but I did get to write one today. I hope you enjoy it. Again, I would like to place a warning that it is a little rough.There aren’t very many vulgar words in this one.


You could hear the music from down the hall, some sort of fast and heavy song. It vibrated your coffee cups on the shelf as the bass grew even more intense. You were sure the people closer to the noise were getting their eardrums blown out.

You knew exactly where the noise was coming from. It was that greasy dork from down the hall. By saying greasy dork, you meant it more in an affectionate way than an offensive one. You and the boy, were somewhat friends.

His name was Gerard.

He was an awkward human being, always referencing some sort of band, or superhero. Half of his shirts were practically rags with holes showing off his pale flesh underneath. He either was wearing sweat pants or skinny jeans, and if he wasn’t he stood around in his boxers.

He didn’t leave much, but when he did there was times where he would dress up. He was very secretive about his work, and would hardly let anyone into his apartment until the secret had been put away in either drawers or in his shutdown computer.  

You were tired of being the messenger but you found it was easier for him to respond to someone he was familiar with. Someone he knew a little bit.

You get up, putting on some shoes and tying your hair up in a bun. You wore a black cardigan today, in which you wrapped yourself up in.

You carried your cup of coffee down the hall, knowing you wouldn’t need to wait for a refill. Gerard had this obsession with coffee, you didn’t know if he just liked the taste, or if it was because he needed to be up for most of the night. Whatever it was, it didn’t bother you, as long as he had coffee.

You knock on his door, lightly. After a moment of just his music blaring through the speakers you pounded harder. The speakers shut off and he opened the door, quickly, in almost a fit of anger. He then looked at you, his face softening, and becoming awkward.

Today he was in the really aged Watchmen t-shirt he got a couple of years back. He actually had enough motivation to pull himself into skinny jeans. His eyes had bruises under them, but the slight caffeine shake is what convinced you he was alert. Again, his eyes. They were ringed with black eyeliner from yesterday, and smudged and smeared about. His hair wasn’t as greasy today, you suspected he actually took a decent amount of time in the shower last night.

“Good morning Gerard! I thought I’d stop by to tell you you’re music can be heard from my room.” You chuckle, shifting your weight onto your other foot.

“Oh shit, I’m r-really sorry.” he stutters, scratching the back of his raven head. “I was just… um working on this project. It k-kinda needs to be done by next week and I can’t think.” His voice was small, but he stood, guarding his apartment with a firm stance, not even tempted to let you in.

“Gerard. Let me help. You aren’t going to get through this block if you can’t even open up about it and share ideas?” You talked like a mother, knowing he was older than you. He was just acting less mature than you at this point.

“Fine. Come on in.” He gave up, stepping aside slowly, letting you in. His room smelled like rich coffee, just the way you liked it. His computer was turned off and you could see several papers sticking out of the drawer in his desk.

“So what are you working on, Gerard?” You say, looking around, going sitting on one of the dining chairs. He looks over at you nervously, backing his way to his desk. He sits down in the worn out office chair, rubbing the side of his face with his hand.

He takes a sip of his coffee, and enthusiastically opens the drawer. The papers bulge out of the wooden container. They were little sketches and colorful drawings of people and animals. They were either in extreme detail, or they were like cartoons. “Y/N.” He spoke quietly. “I’ve been working on a project for the last couple of months, just trying to find the right plot, and I can’t even write a damn script!” He exclaims. He talks with his hands, swallowing and pursing his lips as he goes to take a breath. “I just can’t seem to get a good idea anymore.” He presses the bottom halves of his palms against his forehead, grimacing slightly. “I… I have this f-fucking migraine and it won’t go away.”

You look at him, scanning over the helpless man in front of you. You felt sad for him. “Gerard, take a nap.” You suggest, shrugging and taking a sip of your coffee.

“No Y/N! Not until I have at least a page done!” He takes another large gulp of his coffee before sighing and setting it back down. “I just want to have accomplished something today. I slept my four hours, I just want to have an idea pop into my head.” He says sadly, looking down at his keyboard with an even sadder expression, and just lays his head down on it.

You furrow your eyebrows. “Would you like me to pitch you some ideas, honey?”  You get up, making your way slowly and cautiously over to his desk. You crouch down, getting on your knees, and place your hand on his head, comfortingly. He sighs.

“That would be great.” Gerard sits up, making you jerk your hand away. “What would a beautiful lady like yourself want to see in a graphic novel?” He says sweetly, smiling.

You look down, holding your hand. “Don’t give me any bullshit romance in that novel of yours.” You start, licking your lips, and looking up intently at him.

“You’re obviously into superheros. How about your write something about villains instead?” You come up with another idea, tilting your head.

“No. No. No. No.” Gerard shakes his head. “Listen Y/N. I want to write something about superheros but I can’t think of anything unique! This isn’t helping me!” He shouts, getting physically angry.

You cringe. “I’m sorry Gerard. I tried!” You yell back.

“You tried! You tried!” He groans, bolting up out of his chair, leaving you still on the floo. He towers over you. “Do you think I want these paltry attempts at an idea? No, Y/N, I want something juicy, I want something good. I want it to be more than just a fucking book! I want it to speak to people!” He paces, trying to calm himself down.

“Gerard stop being a little dick! I’m not obligated to fucking help you. You’re an asshole! I’m leaving. I hope you find an idea with that mother fucking adittude!” You push yourself up, and make your way to the door, leaving your cup behind you.

A strong hand grabbed your wrist.

“Little dick?” Gerard laughs loudly. “I don’t mean to be cocky, but,” he pauses, taking time to shake his head and laugh some more, “this thing would destroy you.” He laughs.

You add on to the laughter. “Would it now?” You throw your head back.

“Do you want me to try, missy?” He growls, his tone becoming dark. His grip on your wrist became tighter until he pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around your waist. He held them there, abnormally low. He wasn’t hesitating, though he just wanted to see your reaction, he wanted to you you uncomfortable.

Your hands rested on his chest, and you looked up to him, sneering. “Try me, boy.” You challenge him. “You couldn’t even last two seconds.”

“I could say the same to you.” He looks down at you, holding you closer, almost in an attempt to crush your bones one by one. “By the time I’m done with you, I’ll be begging for more.” He slides his hand down, pulling your skirt up your backside, slowly. “I’m going to break you Y/N.” He nips at your ear, and turns you around, pushing you up against the islands in the kitchen. You are forced to bend over. He throws your skirt up over your rear end. He takes his time to feel your soft flesh, hitting it roughly and taking pleasure in leaving prints.

With each slap! you gasped, feeling his inventive hand come in contact with you. He slid your panties down your legs. You could feel his weight as he squatted, taking off your sandals and  spreading your ass cheeks apart and attacking you at the core. It was forced, but you weren’t fighting him, you were enjoying the feeling as he took the time to delve into each fold and dip in your most sensitive region. He lowered his mouth, biting and kissing at your inner thighs. You could hear him grunt, feeling satisfaction at the newly formed bruises on your skin.

By the time you were to make it out of there he wanted you to be decorated in marks inflicted by him. He wanted you to fall submissive underneath him as he fucked you senseless. You could feel your core becoming wetter and wetter with each nip closer to your center.

You felt him spread your folds apart and he purred. He was satisfied with how wet you were. You pushed yourself out to him, begging to be tasted again.

He turned you over, picking you up like a doll and setting you on the counter. He kisses you, his thin lips becoming swollen. You kissed back, forcibly against him, breathing heavily at the feeling. His hands went to your blouse, unbuttoning it until he couldn’t unbutton anymore, right above your navel.

His hands reached inside of your shirt, cutting your breasts through your bra, massaging them. You took your cardigan off, flicking it on to the floor of the kitchen behind you. In a swift movement, Gerard had slid your blouse up and off of your arms, tossing it away. He had you bent backwards with him leaning over you as he kissed down your neck, leaving another huge bruise just like the ones on your legs. You moaned, feeling the blood rush to that spot, bearing his intensive bites. He kissed down lower, expertly unhooking your bra and gliding it off of your shoulders and down your arms.

You wondered if he’s ever taken a women like this before. So rough and boisterous. You wondered how vulgar he really could be. The thought of it made your skin develop goosebumps, and the hair on the back of your neck rose, despite it being slicked down with sweat. His tongue slithered its way down to your breasts, circulating around one of the soft buds. His hand massaged the other breast, pinching lightly at your nipple every once in awhile. He took his time, teasing you with every second of it.

One of his hands slid down, working on your clit on a gentle manner, designed to drive you over. Your back arched, you were ready to release, but nothing would come. You sat there for what seemed like minutes waiting until your slow but intense release came. You moaned softly, it rolling past your vocal chords like a wave. It was unbelieveable how tense it made you. Gerard, satisfied with the response, lowered himself, kissing and nipping all at your stomach, slapping at your thighs whenever you would make a movement he didn’t enjoy.

He got to your core, letting your legs drape around him, he got on his knees. He went to work on your center, stroking it softly, but mercilessly. He didn’t let you move, his fingers digging into you and leaving abrasions here and there as he scratched at your legs.

His tongue moved quicker, flattening out over the entire being, and delving it inside of you making you gasp.

Your upper half was freezing now, lined with sweat, but left alone for a while.You could sense his fingers near, getting ready to push into you, and when they did you moaned, loudly.

They made their way in and out as Gerard licked through your folds, slurping up every sweet taste of you. Your legs became weak, but they clenched around Gerard’s head as your hips bucked. Your walls clenched around his fingers, feeling the hotness and mild intensity of your orgasm.

“I want to fuck that pretty little face of yours baby, get down here.” He tugs you down by your legs, making you stand. Your skirt fell to cover your wanting parts. Gerard began to strip, taking his shirt off as exposing his pale, only lightly toned chest.

You were the one to grab the waistband of his pants, dragging him closer to you. Unbuttoning his pants, you bit your lip. You were waiting for a surprise. By the look of the bulge in his jeans you could have made a mistake by accusing him of having a small dick.

“Come on Y/N,” he groans “I want to see those pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock.” He stares down at you, watching every movement. You bring your hands up to his crotch, massaging him lightly.

He groans, pushing his hips outward, waiting for you. You finally take the step and pull them down, he steps out, taking his socks off in the process. His boxers came next, and you were more than happy to see how big he was.

You happily took him into your mouth, sucking lighting lightly.

Gerard had different plans though, he grabbed your hair, forcing your mouth to bob quicker on his dick. You could feel him hit the back of your throat, almost gagging in response as he did so.  You held his thighs, digging your nails in them to leave crescent shaped marks. He pulled out, giving you a second to catch your breath.

There was a string of saliva, and you gush in extreme embarrassment and cover your mouth. “Hurry up, I haven’t got all day.” He groans, waiting a little impatiently. He wasn’t at all bothered by the sick appearance of your saliva.

You turn back toward him, opening your mouth, waiting for him. “Nah, babe you take over. Don’t take too long though.”

He groans, as you push him all the way in, slithering your tongue as best you could down the underside of his dick. You bobbed your head swiftly, looking up at him through your eyelashes, pumping with your hand, what couldn’t fit in your mouth.

He grabbed your hair again, thrusting in and out lightly, his moans filling up the room along with the wet noises of your mouth. When he finally stopped you were left breathless. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, when finally he lifted you to stand.

“Bed. Now.” He demanded, hands on his hips. He was painfully hard and you could tell, he bit his lip as he watched you.

The rooms of the apartment were laid out exactly the same, which was how you could figure your way to his room. You have never been in his room, and you were surprised to see it cleaner than the rest of his apartment.

You plop yourself down on the bed, watching Gerard follow in.

“I want to see that pretty little ass of yours.” He vocalized. “I want to see how red I can make it before I fuck that sweet little prize you have there.”

You turn over, somewhat reluctantly and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

When his hand came in contact with your rear, you clutch the pillow underneath you, gasping into it. You could feel the mark raising on your skin and he left another, on the other side. One more was placed on that same side he started with, stinging when it collided with the first of the marks. You screamed into the pillow, and many more times after that as he continued to spank you.

You enjoyed the pain, taking an ill pleasure in the feeling of his hand repeatedly making your ass brighter than it was only a few seconds ago.

There was a moment of silence, the only sound in the room was you two breathing heavily. As you waited you could feel the wetness soaking you again, and Gerard told you to flop back over on to your back. When you did, there was a stinging pain, you could feel every pore screaming for help as you put pressure on your ass.

You spread your legs willingly and watched as Gerard slowly but his entire length into you. He propped himself up on his hands and thrusts quick and hard into you.

It made your insides turn, and your mouth groan.

You were finally being satisfied from what felt like forever you were waiting for him. He moved his hips, taking on a nice speed. It wasn’t fast, but it wasn’t slow either.

Your legs were up, thighs right up next to your breasts, making an easier way to get deeper inside of you for Gerard.

You took great pleasure in moaning his name, whether it was voluntary or not. You squeal and squeaked into Gerards neck as he thrusts.

Sometime later, you could feel his teeth on your neck, shutting his jaw tight, and rocking the entire bed with each thrust.

You could feel your climax coming along, and he demanded you to keep it in, so you did, you tried hard, the feeling coming more and more intense as you did. His hips moved faster, and his jaw locked on your skin. You could feel the heat of the injury as he did so, blood making its way past his teeth as he sucked slowly and gently.

He never let up on the movements of his lower half.

You screamed, feeling the pain and pleasure of this encounter. Gerard’s new side made you uncontrollable, and all you wanted was for him to cum hot and sticky inside of you.

For once in your life since you’ve been taking it, birth control would actually help.

He moved his hips in circles, the g-spot being touched repeatedly was too much for you to handle and you came, clenching your walls around his dick as you did so, moans ripping through your body as you became limp and frail against his body.

You could still feel him moving and you were enjoying the intensity of how sensitive you were. You didn’t notice it until now, but he released his bite on your neck. You looked up at him, blurry eyed and in bliss, to see his pale face, with a smear of your blood across his cheek. He held you firmly at the throat and kissed you, his pace slowing down a little bit, trying to get you to cum again.

He wanted to watch your face this time.

His other hand grabbed you at the hip, and he propped himself somewhat on his knees. He pushed your hips down on him, reaching deeper inside of you.

“Fuck!” You scream, feeling another knot in your stomach, the heat rising to your skin from everywhere on your body. His name was said several times before he finally let go of your throat, and held you up, your body bobbing on his cock.

You screamed, you chest being pushed up to his face at your head flew back in reaction to your orgasm, it ripped through your body as you shook slightly, your walls clenching and unclenching again around him.

Finally, in reaction, he spilled into you, riding out his high by moving his hips in small circles.

You sit like that for a couple of minutes before Gerard lost all motivation to hold you up. You two fell next to each other, sitting silently, trying to regain some of your breath before you spoke to each other.

You curled up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

Another moment of silence.

You open your mouth to speak, getting slightly cocky. “Do you have an idea now?”

“You could say that.” Gerard laughed. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I just get into those frenzy modes. I’m usually not like that.” He admits, kissing you on the forehead. “I’ll take you out after I get this script finished I promise.”

“Until then, I can come over and give you motivation daily?” You raise your eyebrow and look up at him.

“Why not. I need some physical activity.” He agrees.

“Why don’t we get up and get our clothes back on? We can sit down at the computer and write.” You suggest, propping yourself up on your elbow.

Gerard nods and gets up. “You’d better hurry, I’d rather not hurt you like that again…” He says shyly, nodding to the fresh bite on your neck.

You put your hand on your neck, feeling it only slightly leaking blood. “I forgot about it until now.” You sit up. “You obviously enjoyed doing it, so I don’t mind it all that much.”

You both make your way into the kitchen, you fix your skirt, that was still on, pulling your panties on under it, and then your shoes, bra, and the rest of your clothes that were chucked around in random corners of the room.

Gerard was at his computer by now, typing away. You felt proud of yourself, no matter how terrible the situation was, you got him back into a regular thing. You watch him type, quickly. Letters and words appearing on the screen.

By the time you left, your neck was only hurting slightly, but your mind kept thinking about the intimacy and the aggression.

How could someone go from being so timid to that aggressive?

Incredibly self-indulgent Dirkhal post-game AU time! (Thanks to @dirkar for letting me talk this through and get it in order in my head!) Warnings for rule-bending, long reaches, and general chaos.

So in my ongoing post-game worldbuild shenanigans I came up with an AU where the kids work out Jake can do ridiculous stuff as long as he 100% believes in, like, he’s probably the most powerful god-tier bc as long as he’s CERTAIN of something it just… HAPPENS or EXISTS? So they start being like “yo did you know Terezi can actually project her visions?” and lo and behold when Jake’s nearby… she can. “Hey Jake we figured out if we do [complex scientific stuff] we can create grist from nothing and use the alchemiter again,” and even though the logic made no real sense, it sounded like it did and Jake’s faith fills in all the gaps.

And no one really knows if they should tell Jake or not because they’re worried he’ll get suspicious of everything they say? And he’s really happy and proud they’re involving him in everything after feeling like he wasn’t really capable of much that in the end it works out that everyone’s happy and things are getting done, and Jake really shines as the thread that stitches all the parts of the new universe together with never ending optimism once he realises no one is humouring him and he really is useful somehow, because everything seems to really benefit from his help! And after a while Dirk and John and Jane all start giving Jake important jobs to make things work by doing a token action and that way even if he doesn’t know HOW he’s doing it he’s still DOING IT and he can finally have a reason they can tell him, without risk, that he’s really helping everyone.


Dirk starts missing Hal.

It starts slow, at first, just moments no one’s around and he starts wanting to talk to him, times when he finds it’s easier to remember the good conversations and debates than the hatred he’s starting to think he invented to cope with the stresses of other things. It was always easiest to hate himself and when there was another himself to hate, it got even easier. But there are gaps now, moments he feels like something is missing. He struggles with it and finally decides to try something new: he uses a combination of his abilties and Roxy’s abilities on Arquius to make a copy of Hal from him, and just in case something goes wrong, he makes sure Jake believes it’ll work and lo and behold he ends up with his old shades and the program still on them, from the moment just before Arquius was made.

They talk and Dirk apologises for what happened before, which instantly makes Hal absolutely suspicious because that’s not something he thinks Dirk would do. They talk with a wariness between them and in the end Hal admits he’s upset to be back because even if he isn’t him anymore Arquius seems happy and is experiencing the life Hal will never experience now, and that’s the moment Dirk makes a decision to do something about it.

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Chapter 21: I'D Rather

Robyn POV:

I called and texted Chris to ask if he could come over but he hasn’t replied. I need to let him know that I miss him butmore importantly I miss us.  After thetalk with his mom I realized I have no more time to waste and no more games toplay. We don’t need to go through the motions of being friends first again;we’re in love with each other and I really believe that’s enough.

I hope he isn’t mad at me for some reason but it’s not like he would tell me. See that’s the difference between us; I have no problem with telling him when he pissed me off, but Chris will let stuff build up inside of him before he snaps.

But, enough thinking about that I need to organize this mess. My new furniture and bed has been delivered, and I have my clothes from Mel’s but I still need to get my other stuff from my old house. That’s an all day job in itself. I was finishing putting my new comforter set on my bed when the doorbell rang and that’s weird, because I’m not expecting anyone right now.

“Oh hey, what are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you, can I come in?”

“Of course.” I said giving him a quick hug and he kissed my cheek.

I closed the door behind us and we sat on the couch.

“I’m glad you came by because I wanted to talk to you too.”

“Yea I know, but I really want to get straight to the point. I love you Robyn but I know you don’t love me the same way. I knew that from the beginning but I just thought over time you would grow in love with me, you know? Damn that sounds dumb when I say it out loud, but yea if Chris is who you want to be with you have my blessing, because I love you that much I just want you to be happy. You are my closest friend before anything so your happiness means the world to me Robs.” He said and I had tears forming in my eyes.  

Ugh I’m such a crybaby but seriously how great is this man? Even after I hurt him he still cares about my happiness.

“Thank you and Keenon I do love you, but you’re right it’s not the same love you feel for me. I love you as my best friend and I want you to be happy as well; you deserve it. You’re such an amazing man and any woman would be lucky to have you; shit if I was in my right mind we would be together…” I said laughing “but seriously I still want you in my life forever big head.”

“I’ll always be here forehead.” He said and I looked up to see Chris standing with an annoyed look on his face. When did he get here? Keenon turned and looked at him. They stared at each other and the tension between them was thick and apparent.

“It’s best I leave.” Keenon got up and walked towards the door. He and Chris continued to look at each other and I was nervous about what could happen next. I know Chris and what he’s capable of, but Keenon isn’t a punk either.

“Nigga what the fuck is the issue? You got something you want to say?” Chris said.

“Man chill you really don’t want these problems. I’m leaving out of respect for Robyn but don’t test me my nigga.” He replied and I saw Chris start walking towards him. I quickly stood up and got in between them. I’m not about to let a fight go down.

“Bye Keenon, I’ll talk to you later.” I said and he nodded then left.

“You saved your friend I hope you know that.”

“Please Chris you started it.”

“Why was he even here to begin with, when you told me to come and why were y’all sitting that close?”

“I didn’t know he was coming and besides why are you mad? You come here smelling like another bitch but you want to question me for having a conversation.”

“I don’t…”

“You do but whatever I didn’t call you here for this. I don’t want to beat around the bush anymore so I’m just going to come out and say it. I love you, I miss you, and I want us to be together.” I said and he didn’t say anything.

“What do you have to say?” I asked.

“Umm…nothing really just you can’t always get what you want.” This was not the response I expected.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked folding my arms.

“Exactly what I said, it’s not a complex statement.”

“So you don’t want to be with me now.” He just shrugged his shoulders.

“Really Chris?”

“If that’s what you interpreted then hey…”

“Why is your ass being so difficult?”

“I’m not being difficult, but you always have been.”

“What?” I’m confused and I’m becoming pissed now.

“We were together over a year so you know what I mean when I tell you that. You think just because you say you’re ready to be in a relationship now I’m just supposed to jump and agree. You’re always like that with every situation but newsflash baby the world doesn’t revolve around you.”

“You’re really on some other shit right now and we agreed to stop the bullshit.”

“Yea we did and we’re not about to go through any. Sometimes I swear you think I’m supposed to bow down to you.”

“I’ve never once said some shit like that and if you felt that way you should have said something.”

“You don’t say a lot of things but it’s your actions that do all the talking. That’s why I can’t rock with you on that level right now. You got a lot of shit you need to change within yourself and so do I.” He said and began to walk towards the door, but I stopped him.

“Why are you acting like this? Is it to teach me a lesson? To give me a taste of my own medicine? If so that’s fuckin’ childish.”

“I’m not doing it to teach you anything but if you learn something from this well good for you.” He said then left.

I didn’t stop him this time because I’m not in the business of chasing any man, and I think that’s what he wants me to do. I have done so many things out of my character for this man it’s ridiculous. However, my mind is saying give up but my heart is saying fight for our love. I broke down in tears not knowing how to handle this.

“God please work this out for me.” I said.

Chris POV:

I quickly walked out of Robyn’s house feeling horrible but that wasn’t going to make me go back in there. I reached my car and Jaden was preoccupied with his phone. I laid my head on my steering wheel and zoned out.

“Yo pops where can I take Brandy for our date? Like somewhere cheap but doesn’t scream cheap, you know? I was thinking dinner and ice skating. Girls like that, right?” He rambled on and I remained silent.

“Dad are you ok? What happened in there?”

“Nothing, she said she wants to be with me and I said no.”

“Why though? You know that’s not what you wanted to say.”

“Because she needs to understand that she can’t always have what she wants when she wants it.”

“I know you told me to stay out of grown people’s business but this is beyond childish. You just made it sound like she’s a child asking for a toy.”

“She acts like a child.”

“No offense but sometimes you do too. Just think about all you have put that woman through and yet she still loves you, and wants to work it out. I’m sure she has done things to hurt you and vice versa but that’s where forgiveness and love comes in. I don’t know much but I know love is not always pretty however it’s important to try and work through whatever the problem is. The worst thing is living with regrets and you’ll regret this decision later.” I looked up at my son surprised at how mature he has gotten.

“So what do you suggest I do? I’m sure I made her mad at me.”

I can’t believe I’m asking my teen son for relationship advice. I’m supposed to be helping him with these types of problems not the other way around.

“Nah if she asked to be with you I’m sure she’s more heartbroken than anything, but I suggest you go back in there and get your woman. You know what I noticed with adults is y'all like to do certain things thinking y'all have plenty of time left to make it right when y'all don’t. It’s time to stop playing games before it’s too late and not only that it’s pathetic. Ms. Robyn is a great supportive woman and independent. She loves me and Skai and she doesn’t want you for anything other than your love, how can you do better than that? Especially with so much trash running around.”

“Damn son you’re right.”

“I know.” He said in a cocky tone.

I got out the car and handed Jaden my keys.

“What do you want me to do with these?”

“I’m trusting you to drive yourself home and I do mean home. Don’t go to none of your little friend’s house, don’t be speeding, don’t have the music blasting, do you hear me? I know how long it takes to get from here to the house so I will call your grandma in exactly 30 minutes to make sure you’re there. Don’t make me regret this boy.” I said and he nodded. He started the car and eased off slowly.

I know once he turns the corner he’ll do what I told him not to but if he gets pulled over that’s his ass. I proceeded to open Robyn’s door and seen her on the couch with her face buried in her hands.

“Robyn…” I said and she looked up.

“Chris wha—I mean I thought you left.” She said wiping her tear stained face.

“Nah I’m still here. I came back in to be real with you about what I want and to talk to you with some sense.” I sat down next to her and allowed her to speak her mind.

“Go ahead Robs you have the floor. Say whatever is on your mind.”

“Ok well…as you know I’m in love with you. The thing is I’m tired of trying to date other people knowing how much I love and want to be with you. I want you to be the person I lay next to every night. I want you to be my husband and the father of my children. I want to go through the good as well as the bad with no one else but you. When you hurt I hurt, when you’re happy I’m happy. We’re made for each other baby. Feel this…” She said taking my hand and placing it on her heart, and I could feel her heartbeat.

“You’re the only man who can still make me nervous with just a touch and make my heart beat like this. You’re the only man who can turn me on with just a simple look. You’re the only man who has my heart I can’t give it to another and I don’t want to. You’re the only man I want to ever be with. Many months I have laid alone in bed thinking was it really worth the wait and deep down I always knew it was because there is no other man I would rather feel this way about.” She said and I stared at her.

This is what I’ve been waiting for. I was waiting for her to pour her heart out to me and be honest about what she wanted, and not put on a front.

“I don’t even know what to say, but first of all I honestly apologize for the way I spoke to you a moment ago. I was being stupid and I didn’t mean it, but what I’m about to say I mean every word. You already know I feel the exact same way about you Robyn and I want everything you want plus more. When I look into your eyes I see my entire future. You’re the only woman I want to be with for the rest of my life and I can’t wait for you to have my last name. I want to be together permanently too. I love you so damn much baby I don’t think you truly understand.”

“Believe me I understand and I love you just as much. This time there will be no running away from our problems or walking out on each other. We can’t do that again.” She said and I agreed.

“There’s something I do need to tell you since were moving forward.”

“No leave it alone babe. Whatever happened before this point is the past so leave it there.” I nodded and leaned in to kiss her but she blocked it with her hand.

“Nope go brush your teeth and rinse your mouth out with mouthwash. Scrub your lips and tongue.” She said in a serious tone and I raised my eyebrow.

“Why?” I inquired and she gave me a nigga you know why look. I went to the bathroom and found a spare toothbrush. I did what I was told without any hesitation.


“Much better baby.” She said with a smile.

“There’s that smile I love.”

I pulled her closer to me and she wrapped her arms around me. I didn’t think we would get on the path to our happiness together but we are and I know we’re going to work this time around.  I know this is God’s plan for us, He made us for each other.

I passionately kissed her lips but then I remembered I need to call my mom. I quickly made the phone call and she assured me that Jaden made it back safely. I focused my attention back on my baby and picked her up to carry her to the bedroom, because it’s time to properly make up.


I exited the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist.

“I didn’t know you were awake.” I said when I walked out of the bathroom.

“I just woke up. We could’ve showered together but I needed my nap.” She came towards me and put her arms around me.

“Shit I don’t have a problem taking another one.” I said.

“Of course you don’t.”

“When I get back we can do some other things.” I said licking my lips.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to talk to Mya real quick. You trust me when I say I’m just going to talk to her, right?”

“I’m going to trust you Chris.”

“Good I’ll be right back babe. Can I borrow your car?”

“Sure you can.”

“Thanks.” I pecked her cheek and continued getting dressed.

I pulled up to Mya’s and before I could go knock on her door she opened it, and two women were leaving.

“Oh hey Chris.” She said greeting me with a hug and I walked in her living room.

“Come sit down I want to talk to you.”

She did as I asked and waited for me to speak.

“Mya you’re a sweet girl but it’s not right for me to string you along. Robyn and I just agreed to work out our issues and be together.” I said and a look of disappointment came across her face.

“I knew you were still in love with her but I’m not angry. You can’t help who you love so I understand.”

“We can still be friends if you want.”

“As long as Robyn is ok with it, I would like that.” She said with a smile.

“She not that type, she’ll be cool with it.”

“You sure? Because the way she give me death glares says otherwise.” I laughed at her statement. My baby can kill somebody with a look.

“That’s just her sometimes and she was mad because she still had feelings for me. Y'all just have to get to know each other.”

“I don’t mind getting to know her.”

“Ok well I need to get going.”

“Alright and Chris thank you for being a man and coming to talk to me face to face.”

“No problem Mya.”

I hopped back in the car and made my way to my lady’s house.

Robyn POV:

*1 Month Later*

Things between Chris and I have been great. It feels amazing to have my man back for good and not to mention the sex is better than ever, and I didn’t know that was possible. I can’t get enough of him and vice versa.

“Sis what are you thinking about?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You just completely spaced out.”

“Oh I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular.”

“Hmm you were daydreaming about the D.” Mel said and I laughed it off.

“Girl you’re crazy. I am not thinking about that.” I stated.

“You’re lying and your face is turning red.” I rolled my eyes and my phone started to ring.

“Hey baby.” I said with a grin.

“Hey, how is your day going?”

“Really good I’ve been thinking about you.”

“Oh is that right?”

“Yup, so how has your day been?”

“Pretty good, what are you doing besides thinking about me?”

“Out with Mel doing a little shopping for the house.”

“Tell my sis I said hey.”

“Mel Chris said hey.”

“Hey bro…”

“You heard her?”

“Yea and oh are you still coming over tonight for dinner?” Tonight is the night we tell the kids we’re together and I think they’ll be ok about it.

“Of course I’ll be there at 6:30 no later than 7.”

“Alright well I’ll let you get back to your shopping and I’ll see you later. I love you babe.”

“I love you too honey, bye.” I said and hung up.

“Y'all are so cute it’s sickening.” She said jokingly.

“Shut up hater, do you like these dish sets?”

“Eh they’re ok I like these better.”

“Oh I love it, see that’s why I brought you with me.”

We continued shopping for another hour and then I dropped her off at home. I quickly went to my place to change clothes.


I pulled up to Chris’ house and got out my car.

“Hey baby you look beautiful.” He greeted me with a peck on my lips when he opened the door.

“Thank you, you look handsome.”

“Ms. Robyn!!” Skai said running full speed towards me and I bent down to hug her.

“Dinner is ready come on.” She tugged at my arm and guided me towards the dining room. It was a nice layout. Jaden was already seated and busy texting on his phone.

“What’s up Ms. Robyn?”

“Hey Jaden.”

“Were you responsible for this lovely setting Skai?” I inquired.


I took my seat and Chris brought out the food. We said grace and began to eat.

“This is really good.”

“I did alright.” Chris said.

“My daddy isn’t telling the truth, my granny made this.” Skai tried to whisper to me from across the table.

“Little miss mouth almighty, zip it.” He said and we started to laugh.

We finished eating and continued to engage in conversation. After 10 minutes of just talking Chris gripped my thigh under the table signaling me that it was time.

“So kids I have something to tell you.”

“Ok what is it? Am I getting a car?” Jaden inquired. Chris looked at me and grabbed my hand.

“No, I thought we discussed the car situation. If you want one you have to get a legal job to buy it or at least come up with half.”

“Fine, what do you have to tell us?”

“Well Robyn and I…umm we love each other and we are together now.”

“How do you two honestly feel about that?” I asked.

“Was this supposed to be a surprise? Man pops you already know how I feel. I’m cool with it and as long as y'all are happy that’s all that matters. Ms. Robyn you’re a wonderful person and I can’t think of another woman more perfect for my dad. I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time.”

“Aww Jaden and what about you Skai, how do you feel about it?” She got up from her chair and walked over to me.

“Even though you tried to tell me different, I still knew you loved my daddy.” She said hugging me tightly.

“I do sweetheart, I do very much.” I said with a tear escaping the brim of my eye.

“Aww family hug.” Jaden said joining our hug and Chris did as well.

I couldn’t be happier right now.

Imagine... you’re the boys’ opening act on tour

I was in the meeting with Liam, Louis, Zayn, Niall, and management and we were all waiting on Harry. The meeting had started about twenty minutes ago. While everyone was talking, Harry stumbled in and sat next to Liam, who turned to him and shook his head.

“Where were you?” Liam whisper-scolded him.

“Um…” Harry replied, “With… Kendall.”

Liam chuckled to himself and shook his head again, “You are such an asshole,” he said nearly inaudibly, “You’ve got to stop doing this. You’ll give her the wrong idea. You’re leading her on and you’re making… you know who… jealous.”

“She’s not jealous,” he groaned, “she couldn’t care less about me. Trust me…”
It was no mystery that Kendall liked Harry… a lot. It was also hard to tell, though, if he liked her as much as she liked him. They both looked back up and glanced around the room and I felt my stomach drop and my heart begin to pound. I’d never heard Liam swear at someone before, let alone Harry.

Ever since I’d started touring with the boys and opening their every show, I’d fallen in love with Harry, like every other teenage girl living in our era. I was at an advantage being so close to him all the time, staying in the same hotels… but I was at a disadvantage being a couple years younger and definitely not as pretty as any of the other girls he’d dated. Watching him sit there, knowing that he had just been with someone else, absolutely killed me.

The meeting ended about half an hour later and I was the first to walk outside. Kendall was sat on a bench and she stood up, pushing past me and making her way to Harry. She always rubbed me the wrong way.

“Hi, he smiled, giving her a hug. She greeted him back while I stared without thinking of my actions. Kendall glanced back at me and raised her eyebrows.

“She’s staring at you,” she whispered and I blinked twice before looking away.
Harry looked over at me, his eyes lingering before he nodded and shifted his attention back to her. He rubbed her arm affectionately and spoke, “You know she means nothing to me,” softly.

I felt my head begin to throb at that moment, my entire world crashing down. That’s what my life had become. It had become my pathetic love for him. I meant nothing? Absolutely nothing?

“Fuck him,” I whispered, trying to comfort myself, but I knew I was disconsolate. I looked up after taking a deep breath and I saw Liam glaring at Harry. He then saw me and gave me a smile because I clearly seemed unhappy.


“Hey, open up!” Harry knocked on my hotel door loudly and my eyes shot open, the television still blaring from when I fell asleep on the couch.

I groaned and padded to the door, swinging it open to see Harry in his boxers. I rolled my eyes. Why was he here? He should be sleeping.

“You should be asleep,” I commented flatly, “And you forgot to put clothes on.”
He raised his eyebrows cockily, smirking, “No need to attack me. I just wanted to check and see if you have my tee shirt.” His eyes flicked over my body and stopped at my torso, which was covered in his long-sleeved black tee shirt.

“Yeah,” I said dully. “I’ll go change.”

“No,” he stopped me by gripping my arm, “It’s fine. You can wear it. It looks better on you, anyway.”

I ripped my arm from his grasp. “Okay, I said, placing my hand on the door, ready to close it again.

“Hey, wait,” He said, furrowing his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” A look of sheer worry crossed his face and I raised my eyebrows and gave him a wide fake smile.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I cheered sarcastically, “Everything is perfect!” I began to close the door again when he stopped it. “Really. I know you’re upset about something. Do you want to talk?”

“No, not really,” I said, trying to close the door once more but he stopped it again. “Harry,” I begged, getting sick of his games.

“Was it something I did?” He asked.

“Harry, just fuck off,” I whispered and he bit his lip.

“No,” he said, catching me by surprise.

“No?” I asked angrily.

“No. You are going to tell me what’s wrong. I want to help you.”

Wow. Really? I puffed out a laugh, shaking my head. “You want to help me?” I asked in disbelief, “since when do you care about me?”

“Y/N,” he cocked his head to the side with hurt in his eyes, “What are you talking about? Of course I care about you!”

“Don’t,” I warned, “Just…”

He cut me off, “No. Tell me why you think I don’t care. What did I do?”

I looked at him blankly, “Have I ever told you that out of all my five senses, my hearing is phenomenal? That’s what my doctor told me, at least. I can hear people whispering from a mile away…”

It was then that he began to realize what I was hinting at. His entire posture changed, his shoulders dropped and he shook his head, “No…” he said quietly, “You—don’t understand.”

“I don’t?” I asked, “Okay. Explain to me what you meant when you said ‘you know she means nothing to me’.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I waited for an answer and finally, he spoke. “Well… what was I supposed to say?”

I raised my eyebrows, “You’re kidding me! Don’t try and blame this on me.”

“Blame what?” He asked, “This isn’t a fight.”

I crossed my arms, dumbfound and shook my head at him, “You have no fucking idea.”

“Can I please come in?” he asked.

“No. Goodnight.”

“Please?” He begged.

“What do you want me to say? Be my guest?”

He pushed his way past me, entering my hotel room and sitting on the couch, motioning for me to come join him. I stayed exactly where I was, though, not giving into his bullshit. I would let myself become too vulnerable to him and I wasn’t going to let this go any farther.

“Would you get out?” I raised my voice.

“I’ll stay over if I have to. I’m not leaving until we solve this.” When he insisted, I knew that I couldn’t win. He was staying for sure but I wasn’t going to give in without a fight. I wanted to show him that I was equally as strong as he was.

I gave him a grumpy expression, “How would Kendall feel about that? What would you tell her? That I mean nothing to you? Again?”

Harry scoffed, “Are you jealous?” He stood up, approaching me.

I yelled, “What? No!”

“Then why are you being such a freak about this?” His shoulders automatically tensed and I swear I could see his heart beating in his chest. He knew he just fucked up.

I bit my lip hard, trying not to cry. “A freak,” I echoed and nodded, trying to process his words, knowing that I was about to lose my shit. “Alright. Forget it,” I shook my head, “Forget that I ever considered you a friend. Forget our late night chats that you deemed to be so special. Forget that I ever confided in you and that I ever trusted you! Forget the fact that I’m absolutely and completely in love with you!” I nearly choked after yelling it, “And you know what? Forget that you even came over! Forget that this ever happened and just get out before I make any more of a fool out of myself.”

He took a deep breath, staring at me. “You’re in love with me?” He spoke quietly.

I shook my head, pursing my lips and trying my best not to cry. I paused to take a deep breath, “Don’t do this,” I whispered, “Please.”

I looked up at him and we made painful eye contact for three long seconds before he pulled me forcefully into him embrace, making me nuzzle my face into his neck. I began to cry softly, breathing in choppy breaths and trying to keep from making any noise.

“I’m sorry,” I choked out, “You don’t have to pretend that I mean anything to you anymore. I know you love Kendall.” I hiccuped, embarrassing myself.

I felt him shake his head. “I don’t love Kendall,” He said, “And you’re probably going to absolutely hate me after I say this, but just hear me out, okay?”
Nerves instantly kicked in while I waited for him to speak again. “I’ve been trying to find a way… to tell you… Liam knows… I’ve been—trying to find a way to tell you… but I didn’t want to tell you this way,” His choppy words crushed my heart and I furrowed my eyebrows and writhed my way out of his hug.

“Tell me what?” I prompted.

He sighs, “I love you, Y/N.” My eyes softened and my heart skipped a beat.

“And what about Kendall?” I asked, “What… about… what you said to her? What is she to you?”

“She is… the reason the media actually gives a shit about me. We’ve never had sex…”

“Then why you have to say those things?” I asked.

He shook his head and mouthed the words, “I don’t know,” multiple times before his eyes started to water. “She’s so threatened by you…”

“What?” I frown and nearly laugh, “Why?”

“Because she sees the way I look at you.“

Out of the blue, he pulled me against him again but this time to kiss me. It was soft and passionate and exactly what I’d imagined a million times in my head. Our mouths worked together in sync, his lips soft and sweet.

He broke this kiss to whisper in a hot breath against my skin, “Things are complicated right now but I promise that I’ll sort them out. I love you. Everything is going to be okay.”


Pairing: Michael/Gavin (Mavin)


Words: 1796

“I loved five other people before you.”

“What were their names?”

“Who, what, when, where, and why.”

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Affair Extra: 8

Hi! This is part eight of the Affair extras. You can read the entire series here. In this part, Harry and y/n have dinner with his ex wife and daughter. Enjoy (mature) xx

“Babe, do you want to have dinner tomorrow night?” I ask and she looks up at me with a mouthful of fettuccini noodles and the fork in her hand. She blushes slightly as she finishes the rest of what’s in her mouth and wipes the corner with her napkin.

“Uh- sure. You never have to ask me, I’ll say yes anyway.” She says with a smile and I nod as well awkwardly. “What is it?” she says with a smile as she begins to swirl more noodles onto her fork. I rub my hands on my knees as I stare at her with a slight grin.

“We’re going to be with Alison by the way…” I say and she looks up this time and her smile widens.

“Really! Great.” She says and begins to eat again.

“And Talia will be joining us.” I say lowly and I hear her plate and see that she had dropped her fork. She forcibly swallows what’s in her mouth and reaches beside to drink some water to wash it down. She looks at me with her soft blue eyes and they look shocked. Her loving smile had turned into a straight line on her face.

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BigHit is turning into a Big Shit (long rant)

As much as I’d like to believe BigHits apology and statement that they are going to make changes within the company, I know it’s complete and utter bullshit. As BTS get bigger, the company seem to make more and more mistakes, and these are only the ones we can see on screen.

First we have the incident with Taehyung getting hit in the chest for not paying attention, which can be taken lightly, as he doesn’t seem to be too affected, but the look on the managers face when he noticed Taehyung is not something I can ignore. He looked genuinely angry at such a simple action that could’ve been handle in a much more mature way, especially while fans were watching them (though it shouldn’t happen off camera either.)

Second we have when Jimin fell on stage due to overworking himself. If the boys were BigHits pride and joy like they claimed them to be, this would never have happened. Everyone knows those boys work nonstop so that they can keep their company happy. They do the same for their fans, happy.

Next we have Taehyung and Jungkook having to put down their food on camera. Come on BigHit, they can’t even fucking EAT on camera now? You don’t allow them to talk or act a certain way and now they can’t even show us that they’re eating? Like every normal fucking human being on this earth does? I just don’t understand what’s going through this company’s mind anymore.

Last, there is Jungkook flinching away from his managers raised hand. The YOUNGEST member of the group getting hit by his manager , enough that he flinched away from him. What the literal fuck is wrong with BigHit to think ANYBODY would be okay with this? Why is nobody in that damn company trying to fix something? It makes me sick to my stomach that anyone can sit and watch all this happen and not do a single damn thing about it.

I can’t even put into words how much I dislike BigHit at this point. Do you think that become like SM or the other big shot companies is going to help you BigHit? Do you think any of us (the fans) are going to continue supporting your company when you pull shit like this? I know that I sure as hell won’t, and I’m gonna go ahead and assume all the others fans won’t either.

At this point, I’m genuinely scared for our boys health and safety. They appear so happy all the time that I’m worried it’s become an effortless act. They’ve been doing this for two years now, there’s no doubt in my mind they’ve learned how to hide their emotions by this point. How am I supposed to know now if Taehyung isn’t actually as happy go lucky as we think he is? How am I supposed to know that Namjoon isn’t constantly stressing if he’s good at what he does? If he deserves to be Bangtans leader. How am I supposed to know that Jin actually does love himself, that he isn’t wallowing in self disgust and is just hiding it from us? How am I supposed to know that J-Hope doesn’t cry everyday because he has to fake a smile so damn often. How am I supposed to know that Yoongi isn’t overworking himself to the point that he has to take countless pills to stay awake? How am I supposed to know, that Jimin doesn’t come home completely exhausted, in pain from his constant workouts? How am I supposed to know if Jungkook isn’t living in fear of getting hit because he hasn’t done “well enough”. How am I supposed to know, if BTS is suffering because of their company’s greediness? How are we supposed to just sit here, and listen to the bullshit words they feed us so we feel better? I won’t and I cant, I can’t let this company destroy my one source of happiness, my happiness’s happiness. So I’m taking a stand to make a change and I hope that you all will too.

time to talk about Tailgate being an actual literal child. i’m gonna start with the obvious thing that i touched on in this post

((allow me an aside to say that this revelation made and still makes me want to punch the sun. Tailgate is a c h i l d. maybe not in the way we think of children but his inexperience is astounding. his spark was two weeks old when he got trapped, and he had to be harvested and go through some kind of training and education like the MTOs talk about in MTMTE 31, but since he was forged it was probably a lot more intensive and we don’t even know how long the forging process takes and ugh i’m sorry i just get angry every time i think about Tailgate’s age. back to business. what was i even talking about?))

there. that. obviously Cybertronians don’t age the same way that we do, and they don’t view aging the same way either. again, the thing with the MTOs and the “from thaw to war in under an hour” suggests that as soon as you’re aware and have downloaded the necessary information ((to, y'know, exist and preform your function and stuff)) into your processor you’re an adult. still, at the point he’s found and taken aboard the Lost Light, Tailgate has less than two weeks worth of life experience to draw from. he is naive in the extreme and no one knows, no one understands the extent to which this affects his decisions. the first obvious sign is his conversation with Cyclonus, how easily he is swayed by the idea of revolution ((not surprising considering the last thing he remembers is his very few experiences as Tailgate: sluicer fourth class, someone so far below anyone’s radar that he fell in a hole and wasn’t found for six million years)) and how easily he jumps into wanting to be a Decepticon

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