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eternalwritess · 9 months ago

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I may know someone - Platonic!Alastor & tech demon!reader + Vox x tech demon!reader

Summary: Vox is holding a grudge against the hotel and refuses to air the commercial that they created. But Alastor has someone in mind who might just be able to help...

"I always knew Vox was petty," Alastor hummed picking at his nails. He wasn't pleased to say the least. Not about the commercial of course, if it was possible for him to care less about it then he would. But rather with Vaggie at his door demanding that he do something about it, along with Charlie's pleading eyes trying to calm Vaggie so she could try and convince Alastor.

Quite honestly he didn't know what they thought he could do. He was injured for crying out loud. His wound from Adam still hurt like a truck and not to mention that he and Vaggie made a deal so he wouldn't have to deal with the picture box anymore.

"Please Al, I won't ask anything else of you!" Charlie begged bouncing on the tips of her feet whilst still attempting to hold Vaggie back, although with their wings it was getting harder as she would flap them out constantly.

"You shouldn't lie dear, isn't that an unholy quality?" He asked with some hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Alastor just try and fix it alright, we built this whole hotel and-" Alastor cut Vaggie off with an influx of static.

"Didn't we make a deal about this my dear?"

Vaggie paused for a moment before sighing and walking away leaving Charlie.

"Please, Alastor," She paused for a moment looking at him. "We really need this right now alright? Besides just think about it, more sinners means more entertainment for you if thats what you want," She said slowly walking over into him room before stopping once he glanced at her.

"Besides just think of all the fun you would have watching me uh," She paused thinking for a moment. "Struggle to rehabilitate sinners!" She added throwing up her arms in the air as a punctuation to her sentence.

Alastor sighed and met her eyes. "I really can't do anything dear, I only control the radio and besides, I doubt that rabble box will even listen to me. I don't know how to work this," he made a wild gesture with his hand. "Frivolous new technology works,"

His smile grew tight with disgust. "Its not worth the trouble anyways," he huffed and looked over to the side.

Charlie sighed and glanced away. "Fine, thats reasonable I guess," She groaned and smoothed down her wrinkled hair and began walking out the door.

"I wonder if dad would help me with this," she muttered as she walked along. Now that was something Alastor just couldn't have. He grit his teeth and tapped his staff onto the ground disappearing into shadow and reappearing in front of Charlie.

"Now now dear I didn't say I wouldn't help you-"

"You basically did though-"

Alastor put his finger in front of her mouth shushing her. "It is rude to interrupt don't you know?" He took his hand back and set it on his staff.

"I do know someone who might be able to help in our little endeavor. Rosie adores her quite so and I think that she might just be interested in this. Besides she is an old friend of mine," He explained bending down and smiling even wider.

It's been a while since he's seen you. He'd like to visit you after all and this would stick it to Lucifer and Vox. He's winning on all three sides of the coin.

"Well then! Can I meet her?"

"Patience Charlotte, come, come now. The place where she lives is quite dangerous indeed. It would be a shame for you to be harmed there,"

He hummed and walked her out the hotel. "You'll need to stay by me at all times. Do you understand?"

She nodded and Alastor nodded with her. "Good girl,"

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You spun around in your chair. This was the fifth time today. If anyone else came into your office proclaiming they they needed your help you were gonna flip.

You weren't an overlord. But damn did you manage this side of the pentagram. A space so fucked that not even the strongest overlord would set their sights here. Too much work for not enough profit you would say. Honestly? You would agree if you weren't somewhat attached to this rancid place.

Knock knock.

You gripped your desk and groaned mentally, bracing yourself for whoever was at the door next.

"I swear to god Susan call me again for your fucking cat and I will shove it's claws up your-" You opened the door with a shout and stopped upon seeing a familiar red color scheme.

"Alastor- holy shit!" You laughed and stepped back. "Sorry for the shouting, its been a..." You trailed off and sighed shaking your head. "Rather stressful day," You snapped your fingers electricity from them instantly snapping on the lights to emit a warm glow from them.

Behind him was someone with blonde hair and red eyes and a red suit. God was there a lot of red going on here. "Who's this?" you asked gesturing over to her. "Looks nice, didn't know she was your type," You laughed before shaking your head not allowing Alastor to react.

"I'm kidding, I know you've got an ace up there," you laughed tugging at his sleeve before letting it go.

Alastor paused for a moment. "What?"

You moved on giggling. "Come on introduce her, Rosie would have your head for behavior like this," you laughed and grabbed the girl's hand.

"This is Charlotte Morningstar! Princess of hell and owner of the delusional establishment known as the Hazbin Hotel!" He said patting 'Charlotte's' head.

"You can call me Charlie," She quickly corrected. You nodded and bent down bowing down to her and raising her hand slightly above your head.

"Pleasure to meet you your highness, what can I do for you today. After all I doubt you come here on pleasantries," you gestured outside to where a few demons were about to have either an orgy or a torture scene. You pulled them in further shutting the door and closing the windows.

"Well you see I've been having a bit of trouble lately. Well see this man, Vox, refuses to air the commercial I made for my hotel. So I was wondering if you could possibly do something about it," She offered. She smiled warmly and you looked over to Alastor.

"Vox isn't really..." You sighed and rubbed your forehead. "Do you want me to talk with him? Cause I don't know him besides that fact that his tech is nothing more than flashy shit," you explained.

"No, no, no, no, well I mean... I just want my commercial aired, I can pay you if you'd like," She offered.

You paused and shook your head glancing over to Alastor. "What do you think that I can do?" you asked tilting your head over to him. Of course he would bring her to you, what else were you expecting.

"Well you can infiltrate Vox and his filthy lair! Get the commercial up and running!" He said with a swing of his arm.

You groaned and sat down in your chair. "Really? And how do you suppose I'm even gonna get close enough to do such a thing?"

"Why my dear you'll only have to do a flick of a wrist, I doubt that Vox knows he's not the only one with powers like yours," he said and gestured over to you grandly, as if introducing you all over again.

With a sigh you looked over to Charlie. Money didn't really mean shit here, besides you knew better than to say no to Alastor. Friends be damned, if he wanted something you had to give it to him unless you had a good reason which, you really didn't. Other than you just didn't want to of course.

"Alright then, I don't need to get paid though, just puts a target on my back-"

"Alrighty then!" Alastor was cut off by you.

"But, you're getting me over there. Got it smiles?" You asked looking over to him. His grin grew tight and you felt your grow at that.

"Of course, it would be unkindly of me if not,"

Charlie squealed and grabbed your hand pulling you up and giving you a hug. "Thank you! Thank you ! Thank you! Thank you so much! I will not forget this, I swear!" She was bouncing up and down as you laughed and slowly pushed her away.

"Alright, don't get too happy about it. I still don't know if I can do it,"

"Don't worry, if any demon in this wretched realm can do it its you," Alastor said giving you a half pat on the head before you swiped his hand away.

"Alright then, so when do you want me to do this?" You asked.

"Oh take your time-"

"Now would be preferred. Here I'll even lead you," Alastor said grabbing you and pulling you in by the hook of your arm. You stumbled over and glared at him playfully a grin forming across your lips as you gaining your footing.

"What about the princess?" You pointed over to Charlie who was bouncing on her feet excitedly.

"Oh we can stop by the hotel on our way over, don't worry y/n,"

You laughed and looked over to Charlie. "Oh my god, I didn't tell you my name!" You laughed and stuck your hand out once more. "Y/n,"

She shook your hand and smiled. "Don't worry about it, besides I'm sure Al would've told me it,"

You nodded and turned over to Alastor. "Alright then, lead the way,"

To call the hotel a giant eyesore might be an understatement. It was clear that Alastor didn't design the thing whether that be for good or for worse. It's lights basically dissected your eyes into thousands of tiny little pieces.

God was it bright.

"So the V's are what they're called then?" You asked brushing off tiny specks of dust on your shoulder. You just had a conversation with someone named Angel and god did it feel wrong.

"Yes! They're quite incompetent though, nothing you need to worry about," He said patting your head once more. You groaned mentally at the gesture and watched as he spun his microphone around.

"Really? Aren't they overlords?" You questioned further adn watched how Alastor's grin grew tight at the mention.

"Yes but they're awfully pathetic and act like children. Throwing temper tantrums here and there," he paused for a moment before shutting his eyes and flitting them to you. "Actually you'd be more of a competent overlord than them-"

You held up a hand. "No, no, we've been over this. I'm not an overlord. I don't have nearly enough power-"

"I could help with that," He smiled and you watched the green and red glow light up from behind him.

"Uh huh, so you could put me on a leash? Yeah, no thanks," You rolled your eyes at the offer and watched as he laughed it off with you.

"No no, just as a friendly gesture. Of course a favor wouldn't be too bad I suppose,"

You laughed once more. "A favor? from me? I'm sorry but being gone for seven damn years must've screwed with your head. I can't do anything,"

You both stopped in front of a large building. At least in the alleyway of a shop in front of it. You noticed how Alastor avoided the cameras, he must've done this thousands of times.

"Aren't you doing this?" Alastor gestures over to the building.

Three V's hung at the very top of a very colorful building and- you take it back this is worse than the hotel. You winced at the colors and looked over to Alastor. "I might change my mind,"

You watched as he laughed for a short amount of time before returning to you. "Well then we better hurry up I suppose my dear," He snapped his fingers and you watched the cameras glitch for a second. "We'll only have a moment now," He said and he walked out with you and into a backroom of the building and- god the inside might just be worse.

Thousands of LEDs strung up around the hall with tons of flashing lights. Stuff to draw one's attention. You just wanted to get out. You followed Alastor around before he stopped. "You know the way from here?" He asked.

You paused and looked at him. "Please tell me you didn't-"

"I haven't been here before. I've never had a reason to before now," He said and tapped his staff onto the ground leaning on it for support. His ears bent slightly back in frustration.

You glanced at the cameras and sighed for a moment before looking back at him. "A minute please," you hummed and flicked a small bit of electricity over before tapping a device on your wrist generating a hologram. You watched as it flickered between the different places before stopping on one.

"Got it, we need to be in the room though and uh," You pointed to the hologram showing someone in the room. Alastor squinted and sighed.

"He was always obsessed," he groaned and looked over to you. "Get over there I'll lead him out and- don't get caught. Got it?" His gaze hardly even looked at you but you nodded anyways.

"Sir yes sir," You laughed and ran over towards where it would be. Having access to the cameras made it easier now you'd have to admit. You watched as people passed by and when you rarely messed up you knew where to go next. Then you reached the room. A room full of tv's and god- this was creepier in person.

You walked over looking down at the ledge of which the room seemed to drop forever. Yikes, you wouldn't wanna fall down there. You looked at the cameras seeing the guy from before shout at Alastor who was breaking a ton of stuff with a look on his face that said he was having way too much fun with this.

You looked over at the tv's and smiled flicking of bit of the electricity into the tv's and watching as it squirmed through. That should do it. You watched as it slowly ran through the computers and it flicked through everything. The channels, commercials, and god you're not looking at that one, until you found it. The commercial. With a grin you clicked approve and watched as it slowly became permanent with the humming from the computers agreeing with your own.

"That should do it," you muttered and looked back at the cameras and-

shit.

He's almost here.

You hissed to yourself cursing that you weren't more careful. Goddammit, you need an out, and now. You looked around the room and facepalmed mentally. This was horrible. The only thing you could hope to do it wait by the door and hope that he didn't see you.

You ran over and slid by the door covering your mouth. This was gonna suck. You balled your fists ready to get into a fight, you knew how to fight, you lived in the worst part of the fucking pentagram. You knew all the moves, you knew how to fight dirty. You raced through your head trying to gather your thoughts but none came. Your knees became weak. This was a real overlord. Alastor was a real overlord, shit what were you thinking.

You could hear the footsteps get closer and closer. Each step felt like hell to bare.

You can't remember how to fight, you readjust your hands trying to remember how to not break your thumb. The door handle turns and you almost lose it. You almost bolt down into the abyss. Hell it might be a better death than fucking with some flashy guy's tech.

Crash

"Dammit Alastor!" You hear the reverberate of a tv penetrate your ear. God it hurts, the footsteps retreat and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You let your hand fall to your side not letting yourself gain the time to process what just happened. Once the noise was gone you checked the cameras.

Nothing.

You opened the door and bolted it checking the cameras constantly until you were out of the wretched building. You panted heavily catching your breath as you leaned into the alleyway you and Alastor were at before. There was a fight, you could hear it. The shouting, the screaming. God were you glad you had Alastor. You covered your mouth and watched as everything slowly died down and a shadow slithered up to you.

You moved your feet back and watched as Alastor reformed in front of you. "Sorry for that one darling, I hope he didn't get too close," he said and pulled you in for a half side hug before letting you go.

"No, not... not at all," you muttered and watched as Alastor paused for a moment.

"Well he didn't see you did he?"

You looked up and paled at the thought. "Hell no! I... I hope not," you admitted slowly. "There's- there's no way," you said firmly once more and looked at Alastor who nodded.

"Understood, come along then we have work to do,"

Vox slammed the door into the control room. His suit was tattered and who the fuck did Alastor think he was was starting trouble on his territory. He groaned and watched as his tech lit up with almost a new color. He paused for a moment and walked forward watching as it glowed brighter than anything he's ever seen before dulling and disappearing into the darkness.

Weird.

He touched his keyboard and felt the energy spark him and it hurt. It. Hurt. He made a small face before touching it again and it hummed in response before finally fading out. Electricity wasn't supposed to hurt him. So what the hell was that? He paused and watched as it returned to its normal state and sighed before seeing something playing on the screen.

The commercial. The fucking Hazbin Hotel bullshit was playing on his screens. He slammed his hand down and began trying to fix it only to find it kicking him out. What the hell? He tried again only to be met with the same fate not only that but a message appearing on the screen.

You cannot access this. Please try something else.

He shouted in frustration. "What the fuck is happening!?" He swiped over the screens and found something.

Footage.

Footage of what the hell happened.

Next? --->

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#vox x reader #vox hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #but not really lol #alastor hazbin hotel #x reader #hazbin #hazbin hotel #the reader is kinda an overlord but not a well known one #uhhh yeah #part 2 coming soon #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr

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firewasabeast · 4 months ago

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a prompt: don't really care what, but I loved your little Husbands fic you did and I'd love more husband stuff with tommy and buck!

Okay, I adored writing this. I hope you don't mind I added "dads" into the equation too!

(ao3 link if you'd rather read there)

Old Man

“How about this one?”

Buck turned around to see Tommy holding a bright blue cane. He was hunched over, a hand on his back, as he shuffled himself forward using the cane for support.

Buck rolled his eyes. “Oh my God!” he exclaimed. “You're not an old man, Tommy.”

“That's not what that kid said the other day.”

“'That kid' is our kid, Tom.”

“Well, when he's calling me an old man he's that kid. What four year old calls his dad an old man? Where'd he even learn that from?”

“I don't know, maybe from the father that called the man in the restaurant the same thing not even two weeks ago, in front of said child?” Buck stared at Tommy pointedly.

“Okay, but that was an actual old man and he kept being rude to the waitress.”

“Doesn't mean you had to turn to RJ and tell him that he was a grumpy old fart man that deserved laser beams fired at his toupee.”

“You're gonna remember that forever, aren't you?”

Buck sighed. “Can I get back to finding RJ's favorite toothpaste now? Is the crisis over?”

“No, it's not over, Evan. It's not over because I'm forty-six and I have a son who thinks I'm eighty!”

“If it makes you feel any better, he- he thought I was half golden retriever last week.”

“How would that make me feel better? You are half golden retriever.”

Buck picked up a tube of toothpaste that was nearest him. “I will throw this at you.”

“And risk injuring the elderly?”

Buck tossed it toward him, hitting his chest before it fell to the ground. Tommy just looked down at it. “You know I'll never be able to reach down that far to pick it up. Not with my sciatica.”

“Tommy, I swear to God.”

“Okay, okay,” Tommy surrendered, reaching down to pick up the tube. “I still think the comment was undeserved.”

“You grunted as you got up out of your recliner to go get your reading glasses, Tommy. Think about it.”

A beat of silence, then, “Oh my God. Oh my God, Evan, I'm old!”

Buck's head fell forward, eyes closing as he tried to calm himself. “This is how I die, isn't it? I- I've survived the unsurvivable, but this is what's gonna take me out.”

“I like to sit out on the front porch every evening and watch cars go by.”

“They'll put it on my tombstone, 'Lightning couldn't get him, but his husband did.'”

“The last time I bought socks, I got the ones that go higher on the calf. They're just more comfortable, Evan!”

“Maybe if I tug hard enough, this whole shelf will topple on me and I'll get a week's coma out of it.”

“The other day at work, I used the word 'ruckus' in a sentence! Ruckus!”

“Tommy!”

“Evan!”

Buck sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I need you to calm down, please. Do the breathing thing we taught RJ, or I will leave you on this aisle, so help me.”

Tommy closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath through his nose, breathing out through his mouth. “Smell the rose, blow out the candle.” That's what they'd taught RJ after a set of particularly embarrassing, public temper tantrums that started not long after he turned three. “Fine,” Tommy said after a couple breaths, “I'm fine.”

“Praise be.” Buck started to turn and resume his search for the “bubblegum toofpaste but not da white one” when Tommy stopped him again.

“Hey.” He used the cane as an extension of his hand, lifting it to Buck's waist to pull him closer. Buck groaned, but moved toward him. “Will you still love me when I'm actually old?”

He already knows the answer. Of course he knows. They still ask the question all the time, “Will you still love me when...?” simply because it's nice to hear the answer.

“I think that was the whole point of this,” Buck said, raising his hand to show Tommy the ring on his finger. “Did you forget your vows, old man? Sickness and health. The whole death thing? I'm here for the long haul.”

“Promise?”

Buck gave the three finger salute. “Scouts honor,” he said, then added, “plus I heard divorces are expensive.”

“Aye!” Tommy yelped, using the cane to swat at Buck's ass as he turned back to the toothpaste.

Buck squatted down to search the bottom row of the aisle as Tommy put the cane back. “Oh, here you go,” he said once Tommy had returned, tossing him a box that he actually caught this time.

Polident.

Buck smiled brightly at him. “For your dentures.”

#bucktommy #911 #tommy kinard #evan buckley #tevan #i just love the thought of them growing old together #and having kiddos

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storiesbyjes2g · 4 months ago

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3.140 Here for you

I returned home late because I walked around the neighborhood for a while to process my evening and reconcile my feelings. Even though I had promised Sophia I wouldn't be gone long, I couldn't bring myself to come home immediately. My emotions were all over the place. I was angry that Mama dumped all of that on me without warning; Sad about knowing I'd soon be without my parents; Content knowing I was a good son and had great relationships with them; Anxious about not knowing when either of them would go. But after a while, I felt kind of crazy and went home. I came in through the backdoor hoping to avoid Sophia for just a few moments longer. She would want to know things, and I wasn't ready to discuss them, but my surreptitious planned failed when I walked in on her having a late-night snack. I was also hungry and cut myself a slice of leftover cake. As soon as I sat down, I took control of the conversation before she had a chance to hammer me with questions about why I'd been gone so long. I asked about her first day with the baby, how she felt, etc. She cooperated, but I felt her watching me the whole time. She heard the stoic, robotic tone in my voice. It also didn't help that I didn't make eye contact. At the first break in conversation, she stole the control and asked if something had happened.

How do I explain it to her when I hadn't decided how I felt about it yet? Now every time I'd see Less' number on my phone, my heart would stop, and I halfway wished I didn't know. I opened my mouth a few times, trying to start a sentence, but cancelled it before my voice caught up. But my brain was tired, and I didn't want to think about it anymore, so I gave up and blurted out something, hoping she'd catch a clue.

"Mama gave me her final wishes. My parents are that old."

"Oh noooo. Are you-"

"Please don't ask me that," I said, regretting the terseness in my voice.

"Okay. I'm sorry."

"I need to spend the day with my dad tomorrow. He's older than her."

"Of course. Don't worry about us. I'm here for you, Luca."

The tenderness in her voice chastised me, even though that wasn't her intent. I was out of character, and she didn't deserve that, so I tried to make it right.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to be rude. She dumped this on me out of the blue, and... I didn't even know they were that old! I just... This is a lot."

"Trust me, Luca. I understand. I may not have had this experience, but I get you. Do whatever you need to do. I'll be here when you need me."

"Thanks. I know. And I appreciate it. I think I want to turn in now."

"Okay. I'll be up in a minute."

I checked on Desi before I got into bed and found her wide awake.

"Were you waiting up for me, pumpkin? That's very sweet of you."

"Did you miss me? I missed you. I went to meet your cousins. They're about a half day older than you. The four of you are gonna have so much fun together when you get older."

"Daddy had a hard night, but being with you makes it all better. I love you so much."

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar #desiree amari murillo

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rexam6er · 2 years ago

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I found her

Pairings : pablo gavi x footballer!reader

Summary : in which gavi and y/n reads their wedding vows warnings: nothing just pure fluff :>

Wow. Y/n couldn't balieve it. Today is her wedding day.

She had dreamt of this since she was a little girl, she always thought she was ganna be marrying a prince, well close enough

Her best friends, her parents, and all of fc barcelona was there, They were also getting married in her dream wedding venue and also wearing her dream wedding dress. This all felt like a dream to her.

"Are you nervous?" Your best friend asked you

"No. Not at all." You smiled at her

"How come? If it was my wedding i would be nervous as hell." she questioned

"Because the moment I met Gavi, I knew he was ganna be the one. We both met when we were 17 and 18, and now we're both 23 getting married to each other, time flies so fast, I am just so in love with him" you answered truthfully, the words that came out of your mouth were all true, you were head over heals for him. The way he walks, the way he talks, and god the way he fucks just makes you get a whole damn zoo inside.

"strong words for a strong woman" her best friend smirked making y/n giggle.

Pablo was also having the same feeling of her, but harder. ever since he met her, he just wanted to marry her hard, she was killing him slowly if she didn't marry him.

now he was stood at the isle, waiting for his soon to be bride to walk down it, he just couldn't wait to see her in that beautiful gown (and also couldn't wait to rip it off her to)

"how are you holding up?" Pedri asked from the grooms side

"nervous. SO nervous, what if she says no?" Gavi whispered over to him

"she's not ganna say no, have you seen her face whenever she see's you or talks about you? her face just lights up as if she's pulling up to a MacDonalds" Pedri replied, it was true, her eyes were always full of love whenever she see's of talks about him

"really?" gavi asked, his face also turned into a grin

"yes!, now you don't have to worry about anything. you're in good hands" Ped smiled knowing they were just so crazy for each other

"do you mean she's in good hands right? since I take care of her too?"

"no. now shut up the bride is about to come in" Pedri shuts him up

'here come's the bride' starts playing as the door opened revealing the beautiful bride in her gorgeous gown and her dad of course to walk her down the isle. Gavi's jaw dropped. this was his future wife, the person he's about to spend his entire life with and god was he excited. he felt like it was yesterday when they just met during training in Barcelona.

the bride walks down the isle slowly, smiling to people on the way, she wasn't nervous, but she was sure hella weak on the knees. this was her wedding day as I said it before this is the day she's been dreading for since she was five years old

as she made it by the isle she looked Gavi in the eyes giving him a soft smile with love in her eyes. "you look gorgeous" Gavi complemented "you don't look too bad yourself starboy" you teased

and skip the boring stuff, it was time for vows "y/n you may say your vows" the pastor said

y/n took a deep breath and started "Gavi, we met while we were both were in the most confusing days of our life's. we were still trying to figure out how the world works, and still clueless since we were both still teenagers at the time" you laughed mid sentence "But that didn't stop me from falling in love with you, you complete me. you are like a missing puzzle in my life. You're everything that I ever dreamed of and everything I will ever need. Our love for each other is heaven-sent. and on this day, I vow to be here with you and for you, forever and always" you ended with a little bit tears in your eyes

it was Gavi's turn "mi amor, sometimes I feel like you just had to be angel sent from heaven just for me, even though you fell first but I fell harder. My darling, it's with pride and joy that I take you for my wife. Together, we can weather any storm, no matter the season of our lives. I have found my forever partner. With you in my life, I could never be lonely again. I'm in awe of you, our bond, and our potential. I promise to remain in awe while I cherish you for all the rest of our day" he wiped away a tear in his eyes. it was really happening. he was about to marry the love of his life. no. his soulmate

and to this day on. they still kept their vows and still are madly in love with each other.

#pablo gavi #pablo gavi x reader #footballer #pedri #neymar #fc barcelona #lewandowski #footballer!reader #pablo gavi x footballer!reader #pablo #gavi

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ducknotinarow · 4 months ago

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[BuddyRhodes] "You're such a dork."

| 💜💜💜 --- 'I love you' Sentence Starters;

Rhodes glanced to the music book spread over his legs before aiming his gaze back to the blue ceramic ocarina with clear markings related to the Legend of Zelda games the pigeon owl loved so much. Rhodes was simply laying his finger tips over the holes not blow into the windway of the mouth piece just yet as he was more getting a feel for the finger placements for each note he wanted to play. Soundlessly switching his placements to try and understand where to lay his fingers as he moved between the notes. Having to glance back into his book when he couldn't full recall how to place his finger tips for a note. Once he had it he started all over again from the start. Trying to feel out how the playing and switching between the notes would work.

Starting to wonder if he should have started with a simpler one. He could have maybe tried the six hole ones or hell even the four hole options. But no when Rhodes saw the full blown Ocarina he just had to get it even with it having a whole total of 12 holes carved into it to shape the notes and change the tone of the breathes used to play it. Once he felt he had a good feel for it he tried once more to silently play out the song he was practicing to learn.

Rhodes hummed a bit to himself feeling as if he had the hang of it finally tail feathers slightly swaying personally happy with the results.

It was such a nice day out too, the patio sitting area wasn't use too often at the Cafe Buddy's dad Richard owned. Most people liked to sit inside where the AC was blasting. But it wasn't really all that hot to Rhodes. Or maybe Duckberge being closer to the coast side made him more adjusted to summers heat? Charlie grew up near one too he'll have test that thought someday. But it did give Rhodes the alone time and it was actually pretty nice out as he let the shade from the table umbrella's keep him cool from the blazing summer heat. When he finally took in a breath, he been practicing so he had a good idea on how to handle playing a wind instrument. A bit different from drums and guitar, okay more than a bit he guesses. But who said Rhode only needed to know two? Besides it wasn't just wanting to have another one under his belt. As he read over the notes on last time from his song book he knew this song by heart. The main theme from his favorite game series.

Beak to the mouth piece as he tested out a few breaths playing random notes till he felt the sound was good. Did he finally start to play out the song he had been practicing for the back couple of minutes. Mostly noting the differences in playing an instrument with his own breath compared to plucking the strings of his guitar or hitting the tops of the drums. It was clear he was reading from the book still with the hesitation between each note when Buddy made themself known. Rhodes peered over the ocarina, before lowering it down as he smiled to greet them.

"Break time finally?" Rhodes asked as he went to place the ocarina by carefully into the box it came in. Blue with a magnetic closed lid, into covered with black velvet inside. Letting it naturally slip into the craved out hole inside before he closed the box. And carefully setting it on top of his song book. Turning to his boyfriend ready to hang out and maybe see if Charlie was on a break so they could call him up as well only to spot the way buddy was looking at him.

“What?”

"You're such a dork."

Rhodes put a hand to his chest as he let his beak drop open letting out a deep gasp at what he just heard “Excuse you!” He threw in everything he could to sound as offended as possible when Buddy just threw that out there. “Just best I want to take good care of my ocarina? It was expensive after all” Of course Rhodesia didn’t HAVE to get an expensive one. He could have just gotten a cheap plastic one. But as Rhodes had ranted off to Buddy and Charlie when going about buying one. The plastic one wasn’t good enough the one he got was an officially licensed and playable replica. So it was actually hand crafted from clay and such. Rhodes going so far as to remove it from it’s box once more. “It’s a piece of art! I keep jade in her case all the time too.” Rhodes stated, Jade being the guitar Buddy and Charlie go for him of course. “So me taking care of it dose not make me a dork dew drop.” Rhodes tastes setting it back into place once again. “You’re just calling me a dork because I’m a future rock start with great taste in video games.”

Th pigeon claimed full of confidence in his own statement. "Yet it don't count when you do something dorky like marrying a game charater that reminds tou of Chippy and I." Rhodes stressed not turly caring so much as he was sticking to an act of sorts.

"My punishment for be so damn cool and letting it drop for a small bit of serotonin in my system." Rhodes dramatically sighed before picking the ocarina back up. "Wanna hear me try out this song? I got a feel for finger movements now. So I think it'll turn out fine." Excitment showing now as his eyes seemed to light up at the chance. "Or are you gonna keep calling me a dork?"

#muse| rhodes hill #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ i dont feel alone when with you -aflockoffeathers]#'i love you' sentence starters #meme reply #meme answes #ic reply #stay queued

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brbarou · 10 months ago

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toe slash nail update!

before i start, the good news is that i figured out what's happening to me (thanks internet) i know that giving yourself a medical diagnosis based on online research is cringe and can be false, but i'm 99% sure what i have is retronychia. the symptoms align with mine perfectly: the nail first stops growing, then starts retreating backwards, causing a yellowish coloring to the nail and inflamation below. the images are also identical to what mine looks like. the only symptom i haven't noticed yet is the existence of another nail growing underneath the existing one (but who knows, maybe it's already happening)

the thing about retronychia however, is that besides being pretty rare and affecting mostly women, is that it's also a relatively new medical term. i believe it was only defined back in 1999, which leads to it often being misdiagnosed or undiagnosed by medical professionals (most of them end up thinking it's just an ingrown toenail, like my family doctor did)

speaking of

a day after writing the original post, i went to the hospital my doctor directed me to (a relatively long drive away ~an hour or so) (which would be fine if there wasn't a better, bigger hospital only 20 minutes away from me) (but i guess their surgical department wasn't available on such short notice?) (i don't know. but the one hour drive there and the one hour drive back in my dad's clunky van during freezing snowy weather was relatively annoying)

now, i get to the hospital prepared. i'm ready to tell the doctors my whole life story, prepared to recite everything i wrote down here. i even took pictures of all the medication i was applying in case they asked.

i wait for a long time even though the surgical department is empty. as i said, it's a relatively small hospital in a small town, not many people coming in. when i finally get called in, i sit down in front of this doctor - old man, looks very uninterested and annoyed that i'm there, and he seems to be in some sort of rush even though i'm literally one of the only patients there. i end up showing him my toe and telling him everything in like 2 sentences: "My family doctor sent me here since she couldn't figure out what the problem was. my nail stopped growing 4 months ago and has started going backwards. the whole toe is inflamed." he takes a look at my toe and says "That lump is full of pus, we need to cut it open and drain it" and proceeds to dictate to the nurse next to him "ingrown toenail, blablabla"

at this point i'm like Hm. like i knew that that whole lump is full of pus and that they were going to have to drain it, but i was completely shocked at his lack of....care?? regarding how this pus even came to be. it's great that you're going to drain it, but the reason this even happened is because of the nail going backwards where it's not supposed to be - it isn't an ingrown toenail. if we don't deal with what it is, it's just going to swell again. it's like looking at an open wound and putting a bandaid on it

now for the actual procedure. if you're easily grossed out by this sort of thing, skip the whole next paragraph

i lie down on and wait as the nurse prepares the materials (this nurse was very nice, the only postive part of this whole experience) and i'm moderately horrified. the doctor comes in and is like "ok, the injection first. just a heads up, this is going to be excruciatingly painful, and since the area is swollen, it'll be even more so for you" at which i'm like 😃 they inject the anesthetic and yeah that was for sure the most painful thing i've ever felt in my entire life. i lay there screaming and sobbing, covering my mouth with one hand because wow how is this happening to me right now. they don't even wait 20 seconds for the anesthetic to kick in before they start cutting. like, looking back on it, i'm sure the anesthetic numbed my toe at least a little bit, but i still felt the scalpel making the cut and them pushing the pus around and squeezing it out. it was genuinely horrible haha. the reason why it took me a week to write an update is because i couldn't bring myself to write about how awful this was

afterwards, as they're about to start wrapping me up, i (completely overwhelmed) ask the doctor through tears, "Doctor, do you think the nail is going to start growing again?" he glances at it briefly and, in the most condenscending tone, says "It is growing."

....

let's get visual with this

IT'S NOT. FUCKING GROWING. IT'S SINKING. hearing him dismiss me as if i'm making this shit up was just so agonizing. as if i'm a delusional little girl who came to him with a made up problem. i asked him if he wants to see my other foot to compare the two and he just ignored me and left while the nurse wrapped me up. it's so infuriating. i can't fathom how you can be a medical professional, a fucking surgeon, and just...not care? like i said at the beginning, retronychia usually goes undiagnosed because most doctors are unfamiliar with it, but by god, why are you a)not listening to me b) not believing what i'm telling you and c) not caring in the slightest. i felt like i'd been to the butchers instead of at a surgeons

the next hour or so i spent crying from the agonizing pain that wasn't going away + from the frustration of what just happened. i couldn't put a sock on because the wrappings were too huge so i had to walk barefoot through the hospital and over the snow outside to get back to the van. it was horrible

i went to get the bandages changed three times since then, once to that damned hospital, and twice at my family doctors (this was also unimaginably painful because they have to stuff the wound with cotton wool for it not to close right away and it hurts like a bitch) (the cut is SO DEEP, BTW) i couldn't put on a shoe or anything the first couple of days (not even a slipper, it hurt too much) so i went to college in one shoe and one sock ijbol. at least i was allowed to use the elevator since i couldn't really walk (i could only walk by leaning on the outer side of my right foot, which ended up making my entire leg cramp up after a while) but it's gotten better since. worst couple of days of my life though

the plan is to wait for this to heal and then find a doctor who's actually going to listen to me. in the end, i'll probably have to get the nail ripped out for this to stop, which is something i prefer not to think about. i think i'd rather die than have to go through something like that again

but hey! i can finally walk semi-normally now, it hurts a whole lot less and is healing. i have been studying for my ten midterms all the while. again, happy new year everyone, i really hope yours has been better than mine so far

self portrait, this past week

#.txt #toe adventures yay

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redskull199987 · 3 years ago

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All things must come to an end

Carl Grimes x female!reader

Word count:1.6k

Warnings:Zombies(obviously), making out(?), character death, angst

Summary: it was nice while it lasted, but all things must come to an end...

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Tears ran down your cheeks. Your hands were shaking and you couldn't form a coherent sentence.

You closed your eyes and tried to breath steadyly for a second, but you just couldn't.

Your eyes opened, as the hand holding yours tightened slightly. You looked down and saw Carl trying to give you a weak smile. You tried to smile back, but more tears ran down your face.

He slowly lifted his shaking hand, softly caressing your cheek, while his thumb rested on your lips.

"Carl", you mumbled and leaned into his touch.

"Y/N", He whispered, "It's alright, it's alright"

You could hear Rick sniffle next to you and looked up, the two of you locked eyes and he pulled you in for a hug, while you tried not to loose it completely. For Carl, for Rick and Michonne.

"Dad", Carl coughed and looked at Rick, "Can Y/N and I get a minute alone, please?"

Rick hesitated for a second and so did you, but before you could say anything, Rick nodded and stood up. He grabbed Michonnes hands and the two of them left, while Rick carefully caressed Michonne's shoulder, trying to calm her down.

" Carl, why did you-", you wondered, but he grabbed both of your hands.

"Help me sit up, please", Carl said and you quickly put your arm around his waist, pulling him into a sitting position. He coughed in pain and leaned his head against your shoulder, so that you could feel his breath against your neck.

"Y/N", he said quietly and looked up at you.

"I know, that saying 'it's alright' over and over again, doesn't make it alright."

You could only nod, while caressing his cheek. Carl closed his eyes for a second. He looked back up at you and you realized that tears slowly ran down his cheeks.

"I want you to know, that you're the love of my life and even if it was only this short, there has never been anyone else, but you"

A sob escaped your lips, you couldn't believe your ears.

"And even though I know that it won't be easy for you, I want you to remember the good stuff, when you think about me. Don't think about this day, don't think of my death. Please, think of my life. The life we had together", Carl explained and squeezed your hand, while you quietly listened to him.

You could feel him pull your chin up, so that you were forced to face him again.

"Do you remember the day my mother died?", he asked.

You could only nod:"How could I ever forget that"

"It was the day, I fell in love with you"

Your eyes widened in surprise :"You never told me that"

A soft smile adorned his lips:"You've helped me through the death of my mom. You were with me the whole time and even days after it, just holding me, while I cried into your shoulder"

"I remember", You murmured.

"And do you remember our first kiss?", he asked.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, as you thought back to that day.

"Of Course, I remember. It must have been one of the most chaotic days ever"

"Carl!? Carl, will you wait, please!?", you whisper-yelled, while desperately trying to grab his hand, but he kept on running away.

"God damn it, wait!!", you yelled again, but suddenly bumped into his back. Carl quickly turned around and grabbed you by the shoulders. He pulled you into an alley between Maggie's and Glenn's and your house.

"Carl, what the hell-", you wanted to ask and looked up, but he quickly put his hand of top of your mouth and motioned for you to shut up.

You quickly followed his eyes and finally realized , what he had seen. Since you were trying to sneak out of Alexandria, you had to be quiet and most important, no one could see you.

Now, you could see Maggie and Glenn, walking down the street, hand in hand. You stayed in your hiding spot for a few minutes, until they were gone and finally, Carl lifted his hand.

You breathed in heavily and looked up. His face was barely a few centimeters away from yours.

"We should go", he mumbled and gingerly looked away.

Carl grabbed your hand and lead you the the rest of the secret path, out of Alexandria. After you had finally left the small village behind, you walked down an empty road in silence. You looked into the sky and studied the moon for a few minutes. Suddenly you felt Carl's hand brush yours. It was like he was asking, to hold your hand.

You looked at him with curiosity, while you felt your heart skip a beat.

"I-Im sorry", Carl stuttered and took a step away.

A chuckle escaped your lips and you shot him a smile, while your hand softly grabbed his. You slowly intertwined your fingers with his and pulled him closer to you.

A content smile appeard on his face, while you continued to walk in comfortable silence.

Merely a few minutes later, a cracking sound caught your attention. You quickly looked at Carl and he immediately pulled you behind his body, while grabbing his knife.

You quickly did the same and waited for a few seconds. From the other side of the road, 5 or 6 walkers came trotting out of the forest.

"We take them out and then we leave the road", you mumbled quietly and Carl nodded.

You silently started to attack them. Back to back, you took out one after the other.

As there were about two of them left, you turned around to see if Carl was alright. Right, in that moment, the walker in front of you, grabbed you hair and violently pulled at it.

A yelp escaped your lips and you tried to free yourself from his grip, but the walker pulled you towards his face.

"Y/N!", you heard Carl yell as he turned around.

"Watch out!", you pressed out, while trying not to get bitten. The walker behind Carl almost got to grab his arm, but he managed to take him out in time.

"Agh", you yelped again, while Trying to keep the walked away from you, but it was getting more and more precarious.

"Y/N", Carl yelled again and came running towards you. He grabbed the collar of the Walker and stabbed him through his head.

His grip around your hair loosend and you tumbled into Carl's arms. He caught you, before you could topple down.

"Are you alright!?", Carl mumbled and grabbed your waist tightly, pulling you back onto your feet.

"Yeah, I'm fine", you breathed, your hands laying against his chest, "Thank you"

Your eyes locked and only now, you noticed your close proximity.

Carl raised his hand and softly pushed back a strand of hair, that had escaped your bun.

"Carl, I-I-", you stuttered, while he caressed your cheek.

"It's alright", He mumbled.

His blue eyes met yours, before he looked down, eyeing your lips.

"C-Can I kiss you?", he asked, so quiet, that you almost didn't hear him.

You could Only nod, closing your eyes while he leaned down. You felt his lips press against yours and the whole world seemed to stop.

His lips were chapped, but his kiss was still soft and full of tenderness. His hands snuck around your waist and you could feel him pull you closer to his chest.

Your hands now rested around his neck, while you played with the ends of his hair.

"I've wanted to do this for ages", he mumbled against your lips.

"Me too", you breathed and grabbed his collar, pulling his lips back to yours.

What once started out innocent, ended in a heavy make-out session. His hands explored almost your entire body and finally rested on the small of your back.

"Jump", Carl whispered and you quickly did as he said and jumped up. He grabbed your thighs, pulling you up against his body, bringing you impossibly closer.

Unfortunately, you were severely interrupted, when another group of walkers approached you.

"Carl", you whisper-yelled and he quickly let you down again.

The two of you grabbed your knives and attacked the walkers again.

A few minutes later, they also lay dead on the street. You eyed them curiously, when Carl grabbed your hand, a cheeky grin adorning his face.

"We should get back to Alexandria", he mumbled into your ear. A shiver ran down your spine and you only nodded, grabbing his hand.

Hand in Hand, you walked back to Alexandria, not knowing that the whole town had been looking for you for hours.

"I have never seen your Dad so angry", you chuckled.

"He watched us for over a week every day", Carl mumbled, a smile on his lips.

It disappeared, when he doubled over in pain, a few heavy coughs leaving his lips.

"Carl!",you shouted and grabbed his shoulder. He leaned back against you and breathed in heavily.

"Y/N", he said and looked at you ,"I have one last question for you"

"Everything", you nodded.

He observed you for a second, before weakly grasping your cheek:"One last time, kiss me like you kissed me the first time"

A tear rolled down your cheek and you nodded. You quickly leaned down and softly pressed your lips against his. They were cold and bloodied. But you couldn't care less. You still felt that passion, the love which lay in this kiss.

Your tears dropped onto his cheeks, while Carl pulled you down with him. You rested your arms next to his head, while he deepened the kiss.

"I love you", you mumbled quietly.

Carl smiled, while he caressed your face.

"I love you"

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variety-fangirl · 2 years ago

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Seeing You Again / Jimmy Keene x fem!reader (Black Bird)

Request by @jolovesfandoms

Part 2 here

Summary: "Ok. Maybe Jim and the reader could see each other for the first time since his arrest. The reader could also be a sobbing mess as she thought she would never see him again"

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI Partial spoilers for those who wanting to watch the series, prison and talk of prison life, mentions of blood and cuts, swearing, angst, lmk if I missed anything.

Author's note: Thank you so much for requesting beautiful!! Made me so happy 😁🥰 I hope that it came out how you wanted! Feel free to send in any requests you have guys! Liking, reblogging, and commenting really help me out. Thank for you reading and enjoy my loves! 😘

(I am aware that in the first prison they only talk through the glass and phones but for the purpose of the story just go with them being able to sit at a table and touch, ok? It is fiction after all! :D)

Word count: 1.5k

Jimmy being arrested was a complete shock, something none of you had expected. He tried to be as careful and cautious as possible, so the police raiding his home wasn't something that you thought would happen. Hearing the verdict in court as you sat next to his father broke you, it felt like your whole world had come crashing down on you. His father had assured you he wouldn't get any more than five years if he plead guilty, although the thought of him being behind bars for five years was already a daunting thought. So, hearing the ten-year sentence crushed you further.

You gasped, tears immediately falling down your face as you watched Jimmy being dragged away as he thrashed and yelled. You couldn't even say goodbye to him or kiss him one last time before he was taken away. You sobbed, your hands covering your mouth as you stood. His father grabbed you, pulling you into him. Loud sobs racked through you as he rubbed your back soothingly, trying to calm you down the best he could. You were all in shock, still not fully believing what you'd heard.

It had been 3 months of not seeing Jimmy, he had refused for you to come and visit him. He didn't want you to see him in prison but you had had enough and wanted to see him finally. So, you told Jimmy's father to say he would be coming to visit him that week, so Jimmy couldn't avoid you any further. His father let you know that Jim wouldn't be happy with your plan but that he would do it, he knew how much you missed his son and craved seeing him. When the day came, you were extremely nervous. You felt nauseous, biting at the skin of your lip and playing with the edge of your t-shirt.

You were aware that Jimmy would be unhappy that you went behind his back, using his dad no less to do so but you didn't care. You just had to see him, you couldn't take another 3 months of not seeing him. Sure, you got to talk on the phone but it was never for long and definitely wasn't the same as physically being in front of him. You wondered what he looked like, if he was okay, if he was taking care of himself, if he was eating enough, etc... You worried about him terribly since he got arrested.

Your left leg bounces repeatedly under the relatively clean prison table as you kept looking around for any sign of Jim. The feeling as if you were being stared at made your skin crawl and an uncomfortable anxiety set in your stomach, you close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm your nerves. Seeing him finally would be worth every second of feeling uncomfortable, something you didn't think would happen. The uneasy feeling of never seeing Jimmy again had run through your mind many times over the past months, the thought made your chest tight every time.

Finally, after twenty agonising minutes of waiting, you hear the silver metal door creak open to announce the arrival of someone. Your head shoots up, tears brimming your vision as he comes into view. His handcuffs are removed and he's locked in the room with you and one other couple. Jimmy's eyes look around the room confused, obviously not spotting his father. They finally settle upon you, his eyes widening in shock and displeasure. You knew he was happy to see you but annoyed that you went against his word that you wouldn't come.

"Jimmy." The words come out breathless, almost not believing he's stood in front of you. Despite being unhappy with your defiance, he comes toward you quickly with such speed you didn't think was possible. As soon as his arms wrap around you, the tears fall. The feeling of warmth and love overwhelms you all at once, pulling a sob from you. You return the hug, hands gripping the back of his clothes with force. Jimmy pulls you as close as he possibly can, his hand holding the back of your head as his trembling lips press to your forehead. He was trying his hardest not to cry, wanting to be strong for you. He allowed himself this small moment of weakness, a single tear falling as he closed his eyes. His breathing was shaky as he pulled his lips away from your head.

You had managed to calm your breathing down enough for the tears to be silent, not wanting to spend the whole time crying. You both reluctantly pull apart, opting to sit opposite each other at the table instead. "I didn't think I was going to see you again, I've been so worried about you." you whimper, tears not stopping as Jimmy grabs your hand to comfort you. Rough dried bloody scabs catch your attention, both of Jimmy's knuckles covered in cuts. The itch to grab both of his hands and kiss each cut delicately pulls at you but you decide against the idea, not wanting to be too intimate or touchy.

"I thought the same, been worried about you too now that I'm not there to look after you." he frowns, obviously not liking the idea of you being alone out there. You smile, wiping your cheeks with your free hand, not daring to move your other one from holding his hand. "I told you not to come though, this isn't exactly a safe place I want you to visit," he complains, his thumb subtly rubbing against your skin soothingly. "I know Jim, but I couldn't go another three fucking months without seeing you. And I'll be coming from now on, I need to be able to see you so that I don't go insane." Jimmy sighs, nodding in agreement.

"Okay, I agree. I can't believe you roped my fucking dad into covering for you." he snorts, a grin appearing. You smile, happy that he wasn't too mad at you for lying. Being able to see him finally was fully worth it in your opinion, you couldn't bare anymore of sitting in your shared house staring out the window hoping he would come home, that this was all just a bad dream. Going to bed every night and waking up every morning without him left you in a permanent state of sadness, hating not having him there. The thought of having to do this for the next few years just broke your heart further, you just wanted him back with you.

"How are you doing?" you question with a sad smile, not being able to imagine how awful it must be or what he had seen already. He shook his head, putting on one of his typical fake 'I'm fine' smiles, "everything's fine. I'm coping." he states simply, shrugging his shoulders. But you could see right through it, knowing him well enough to tell when he was lying. "C'mon, Jimmy. Don't lie to me. How are you really doing?" you frown, knowing he didn't like to open up often. He tended to keep everything in and express his emotions in private, away from peering eyes. If you were alone, he would be inclined to open up properly to you.

His shoulders slacked a little, realising he'd been busted. "It's hard, a big adjustment. But, I'm making due the best I can. It's not as bad as it could be and that's what keeps me going. Plus, the photo I have of you in my cell." you giggle lightly, squeezing his hand. "I can't imagine the things you've had to adjust to and see while in here. I worry about your safety, all the time. I can't stand the thought of something terrible happening..." you close your eyes as images of a hurt Jimmy passes through your mind, tears pricking your vision once again.

You feel Jimmy place his spare hand on your face, his palm surprisingly warm. "Hey, don't think of that. I'm fine, I'm here. Nothing's going to happen to me baby, I'm being careful." he whispers, leaning closer to you. He wipes away the tears that escape, hating to see you upset because of him. Even though it was unintentional. You open your eyes and nod, leaning further into his touch. Any intimacy or closeness you could get from him, you would take. "I know, I just love you and am naturally going to worry about you. With time I'm sure it'll get easier." Jimmy nods, agreeing with your concern.

"I love you too, I do appreciate you caring about my safety and loving me enough to stick by me through this," he admits truthfully, a rare moment of softness and vulnerability from him. You place your hand on top of his that lays on your face, enjoying his touch. "Of course, I would, I didn't even need to think about it. You are the person I want to spend my life with Jim, I will be here every step of the way." you place a kiss on the inside of his palm, and Jimmy smiles at your words. Never for a second had you doubted your love for each other and knew when he got arrested that you would stick by his side, through thick and thin.

#jimmy keene #black bird #y/n #fluff #angst #jimmy keene x reader

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dragonotaku-justineverything · 3 years ago

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Abandoned Arc: Jaune meets Saphron for the first time in Argus, who calls her parents when she realizes who he is.

*Brrrrrr* *Brrrrrr* *Dling*

Saphron swallowed and tried to steady her shaking hand as the video call was connected and the familiar loving smile from her mom filled the screen of her scroll. That smile dimmed a little when she saw her daughter's own shaken look.

"Hello? Saphron?"

"M-mom..."

"Sweetie?" Juniper was immediately unnerved by the shaking tone in her eldest daughter's voice. "Is everything okay?"

Her daughter took a few seconds before responding. "Y-yea-... No mom. I don't think so... I don't even know mom."

That got Juniper's attention. Her daughters all rarely ever right out admitted something was bothering them without her or Nicholas having to pry. "Saphron, what's wrong? Are Adrian and Terra okay?"

"Y-yeah mom they're fine... I was just heading back home from daycare with Adrian and... I heard someone shout a name, then I turned and saw someone."

"Someone?"

Saphron's breath shook a bit as she took some deep breaths to calm herself. "T-the name I heard was Jaune... a-and then I saw the guy the girl was calling out to! Mom, I swear, I felt like something cold grabbed my heart when I saw him! He looked like Dad did when he was younger! Blonde hair, deep blue eyes, tall..."

Juniper couldn't focus on what her daughter was saying after the first few sentences. Not after she said that name.

Jaune. Whenever she heard that name, she was thrust right back to that horrible, horrible night. Her baby boy, ripped from her arms by someone they all thought of as family, then...d-discarded like trash! Her child wasn't even an hour old! And the life he should have had was stolen from him!

They had all searched for so long... any sign, any mention, any inkling, any microscopic sliver of an idea where he could be. They all got nothing. After a full, long year of sleepless nights due to nightmares, long trips to nearby towns to continue the search, and throats and eyes getting sore from crying after each day was another failure, the Arc family faced the hard truth.

Their youngest member was gone. Forever. Before any of them had a chance to know him, or even hold him for more than a few minutes.

That didn't mean they stopped themselves from chasing down any lead whenever they got one, but those were few and far between, and never turned out to be true. They could never find their little Jaune, no matter how many years passed

And now here was that name again. Causing her eldest daughter the same pain she'd felt for years.

"Saphron!"

The younger mom stopped her reasoning and fell silent. Her mother's voice demanded her full attention.

"I know... I know... what you're thinking, but please don't do this. Not again. I understand that every little small detail that's even vaguely similar can give out hope that it might be real. But... it can't be your little brother Saphron... It's been 17 years now. We can't keep chasing these... fake realities."

"Mom please, I swear this is different! He-"

"Enough Saphron... please."

"Mom I'm telling you th-!"

"Enough!"

Saphron eyes widened a bit at that single word. Her mother was not one to typically raise her voice, she usually never let her temper show in front of her children either. But... she still needed her to know this one big detail.

She said flatly, "He was missing his left arm." Saphron's defiance was rewarded with watching her mother freeze, mouth slightly agape. "I saw it and him with my own eyes."

Juniper felt a chill run up her whole body. Her eyes slowly widened, her vision becoming slightly less clear. She stood, her feet feeling rooted to the ground. The scroll in her hand almost slipped from her grasp before the shifting weight snapped her back to the present and she caught it before it fell.

She focused back on the screen and her daughter's face. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a stutter was heard by both ladies. She gave up quickly, hoping that Saphron would speak up again.

"He... was with some others around his age, and they called him Jaune. He looks like dad, he's... missing his arm. Mom, please just look at this picture."

Saphron went silent, but Juniper saw her tapping away on her scroll. The next thing Juniper knew, a notification popped up saying she had a new message. She switched from the video call to check her messages, going only to a voice call with her daughter, and opened the message log she had with Saphron.

There was the picture.

A picture of a clearly unaware man as he wasn't even looking in the direction of the camera. A man that was exactly like Saphron had been saying.

Blond, tall, blue eyes... looked like her Nicky did when he was younger...

...Missing his left arm...

...Gods above...

Seeing the picture was a whole different experience than being told about. Could... could it really be?

"Mom? Please tell me what you think. Please, I feel like I'm going crazy here! Please tell me you see it too. That you feel it too!"

The cold sensation of a shocking realization wrapping around her heart? Followed by the growing warmth of hope? Yes, she felt both those things.

Juniper brought the scroll up to her ear. "Yes. I see it dear." Juniper heard a relieved sigh from the other side of the call. "I'll... talk to your father about coming to visit you in Argus. We'll try to be there by tomorrow night. At the very least, we'll be able to see Adrian."

"O-okay mom. Speaking of which, I need to go give Adrian his dinner. I'll... see you tomorrow I guess mom... or talk to you later?"

"Yes dear, goodbye and I love you."

"Love you too mom."

*Click*

Juniper pulled her scroll down from her ear and placed it on the counter next to her. She suddenly felt very tired... and heavier. The Arc matriarch rubbed her face with both her hands.

This definitely was not something she'd ever thought would happen, but she needed to take this chance. She'll let herself feel hopeful about seeing her son again... at least one more time.

#rwby #saphron cotta arc #juniper arc #mama arc #nicholas arc #papa arc #arc family #jaune arc #abandoned arc au #ask #sfw #jace the smut guy #jace the writer guy

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goldenbeastkeeper · 1 year ago

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Valor chuckled. "Trust me, every winter I consider it. But it'd require more or less upending my whole life again, and that's not something I really want to do. I've found good people back in Connecticut, and I'd like things to stay that way."

"I can handle a week of cold rain," he said with a snort. Ignoring the fact that if Will was here he'd absolutely mention how much he and Flicker had complained about the rain. "There's plenty of fun things to see around here." A moment, before admitting, "I don't think I'd want to live here, though."

"Smart man, your dad. Even if he probably didn't know the extent to which they were bad." He took a breath, contemplating where to start. "Well the first thing you need to keep in mind is I'm about 20 years out of date so things might have changed since then - and god do I hope they have. But I'll tell you what I know."

"The coven system was developed and implemented by a man named Belos as part of a pseudoreligion - I'll get to that later. While there are hundreds of smaller covens, there are nine main ones, based off the nine main forms of magic: Abomination, Bard, Beastkeeping, Construction, Healing, Illusion, Oracle, Plant, and Potions. These main forms of magic are what the sigils correspond to, and they govern what kind of magic you're able to do. That is, anyone has the potential to do any kind of magic, but a sigil will lock away any type of magic that does not match the type of sigil it is."

"What Belos tells the public about it, and what the whole religion he spreads is about, is that wild magic angers the titan we live on, and the categorizing and control of it is the titan's will, makes it happy, will save their souls from corruption, so on and so forth. One of the ways he convinces people of this is by staging 'wild witch' attacks on himself, saying that wild witches cause danger and destruction, but by my time enough people had been inducted that he hardly had to do that anymore between word of mouth and the advantages that joining a coven might bring." His ears flattened as he rolled his eyes. "And of cooouurrrrrssssse he claims to be the only one that can talk to the titan."

Valor paused a moment to take a breath, before diving into the worst of it. "I mentioned working directly under the leader of a horrible coven? That was his. The Lord's Coven, run by Lord Belos himself, and the only coven in which you're allowed to do all types of magic. He raised me, and after years of intense training I became his right hand. That's the only reason why I know any of what the public doesn't, because I was often the one to carry things out until I couldn't handle doing it anymore and left." Couldn't handle doing it anymore and left was an understatement. It was more like broaching the topic of possibly not murdering the entirety of the Boiling Isles and then fleeing because he was very nearly killed for it. He would have been killed for it had Nova not found him unconscious and bleeding out on the ground not far from the titan skull and saved his life.

"Those things they don't know about? Other than the fact the wild witch attacks were staged, there's also the fact that getting a sigil is a death sentence. Belos is a witch hunter from the human realm and he's been playing the long game with the residents of the Isles for ages. One day, when he gets sigils on as many people as he possibly can, he plans on activating a huge spell to kill everyone all at once." He could only hope that that hadn't already happened.

He frowned. ". . . From the glimpse I got just before getting to the human realm, he succeeded in his plan to become emperor. He's probably made it illegal to be a wild witch." He'd talked about that before. How wonderful it'd be to be able to send others out to seize wild witches, arrest them, and force sigils on them. Valor had listened enraptured then. Now it made him shudder.

His excitement towards fire bees tempered by what he'd just shared, the smile he returned towards Issac was small as he said, "I'll tell you about them after all this then." It'd be something nice to get the bad taste of Belos out of his mouth when they were done talking about him.

｡.｡:+* ﾟ゜ﾟ *+:｡.｡:+* ﾟ"Darn," Issac says, "Well that curiosity is going to sit with me forever then, I suppose."

｡.｡:+* ﾟ゜ﾟ *+:｡.｡:+* ﾟ"If you prefer warm rain, you should go somewhere tropical and swampy like Florida," he laughs, "New England is just as chilly as Seattle; colder even, because Seattle is kept more temperate by how much water is around. Though if you don't like cold rain, why come to Seattle? We get a lot of that around here."

There's plenty of cool things to see and do in Seattle so that's not a serious question, but it is funny that he's on vacation here and prefers boiling rain.

｡.｡:+* ﾟ゜ﾟ *+:｡.｡:+* ﾟ"... My dad wouldn't talk about them much," Issac says softly, "but I know he didn't like Covens. Please, tell me both the good and bad things. I would much rather have a complete idea of the Boiling Isles than a romanticized version of it."

Valor's passion for creatures is neat though, and Issac smiles at him.

｡.｡:+* ﾟ゜ﾟ *+:｡.｡:+* ﾟ"Well, maybe not right this second, but in general I'd love to hear about all the creatures too. So you could go on about fire bees on their own, if you wanted."

#v: take three #masterissac #(looooong post cuz valor is doing an Explain)#(I do not expect you to match)

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rcksmith · 4 years ago

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Spring breeze — Spencer Reid

Sumarry: Spencer never thought about falling in love with someone, but he certainly didn't expect that he would fall in love with Gideon's daughter. — season 3 —

Part.2 Part.3 Part.4

A/N: I am marathoning Criminal Minds again and I can not express how much I loved the interaction of Gideon and Spencer!! So this idea came as an epiphany, and I love the conception of love at first sight. Maybe this becomes a serie...

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple:Spencer Reid/Gideon's daughter!reader.

Warnings: nothing, just very fluff.

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Something was different. Maybe it was the way the sun's rays cascaded down in an atypical way, maybe it was the breeze that carried a more lyrical intonation on its back, or maybe it was just the Earth that was adorned by an ethereal veil. Spencer didn't know how to point out what was really different, but he felt in his soul that something in the hemisphere had changed.

At first, when he took the subway to work, Spencer thought it was just an ephemeral sensation, just like those seconds when you feel the breath of the breeze more cold. But it didn't. The sensation accompanied him to work, to the plane, to the case, it stuck to him like a tattoo and Reid found himself looking around for answers that did not exist physically.

He considered all the theories that were possible to explain that destabilization in his subtly balanced world. But he found none.

“Are you feeling anything different today?” That's what he asked Morgan.

Derek shrugged, finishing packing up at the police station so they could go back to Quantico.

“No.” Then he looked Reid whit his obsidian eyes “Is something bothering you? Is the Genie feeling any peturbation in the Force? ”

Spencer chuckled through his nose at the Star Wars joke, but just shook his head in a 'No'. And the conversation died there. How could he explain something that even he didn't understand?

Trying to ignore the way his heart was beating fast, for no reason, in anticipation of something Spencer himself was unaware of, he wondered how long he was going to have that sensation. The feeling of euphoria, the taste of something, there was something exciting in the air, almost angelic.

But how long was that going to accompany him? One day? One week? Whole life? For the first time, Spencer didn't have the answer. And that was disconcerting.

When BAU's glass doors opened for agents to settle on their desks and Hotch and Gideon go to their respective offeces, a wave of icy breeze from the DC air reverberated through the enclosure. Spencer can see that Morgan shrugged in the wind, Emily looke for a coat in the black suitcase, but his own body didn't seem to be hit by the same breeze. For Reid, it had been a caustic, lyrical, almost spring, wave that carried the promise of something extraordinary on back. Almost divine.

In that split second, in a time as short as a blink, the feeling that his life would never be the same made him losing his breath. Spencer does not know what attracted his gaze to the BAU door, nor what made his whole body turn in that direction, like a magnet, like a wanderer in the desert who finds his Oasis. But he had been attracted, and as soon as a female hand pushed through the glass door and her figure came into view, Spencer understood the extraordinary thing that him heart was beating for in anticipation.

You.

It was as if the universe had been preparing him all day for that moment. As if the body itself tried to prepare it. Because if Spencer hadn't fell those feelings of euphoria all day, he would have drowned in his own reactions to seeing you.

In a burst, like a violin string popping, Reid understood what was different about the hemisphere, because why the air was ethereal, because why the night felt like poetry, and why the moon whispered swears of love. In that moment, Spencer understood the mysteries of the world, unraveled the riddles of life, drank from the wisdom of The Oracle of ancient Greece. In an instant, watching you enter, Spencer understood the reason for his life.

In an instant.

The world shuddered in slow motion, capturing all your movements, all your graceful gait, all your glory. An elegant black dress with thin straps modeled your body in an arcane, almost divine way, your legs were supported on black high heels, making your walk seem like a glide of honey.

You were not beautiful. You are gorgeous. You shone. Sparkled.

And, like an atrocious wave that broke over Reid and pulled him into the sea, that whole feeling that stuck with him all day came to accompany the female figure. Following in your footsteps like the tail of a long dress.

Spencer was sure that his life would never be the same.

They hadn't even sat at their tables when you showed up. Like the muse that came out of an action movie. And when you got close enough to attract the attention of Emily and Morgan, whose Derek opened his mouth when he noticed the female figure that was the personification of Female Fatal, Spencer felt himself letting out the breath he didn't even know he was holding. He knew that anyone with eyes and a little common sense would notice how overwhelmingly beautiful you were, so when Morgan turned his body fully towards you, Reid was not surprised.

“Hi." Your voice, to Reid, had a floral intonation “Do you guys know where I can find Jason?”

When his eyes met yours, Spencer felt his breath being stolen from him once again. Usually, girls like you didn't look twice at guys like him, Spencer knew that. Girls like you liked men like Morgan. Athletes, strong, Alpha Male. And because of that, it was an explosion in Reid's system when you took a few seconds longer in that eye contact and a delightful smile appeared on yours lips. As if you appreciate what you were seeing.

That was a shock. Was it true or was he misinterpreting the signs? Was him mind playing tricks on him, like the flickering shadows of furniture under the darkness and the flame of a candle? Spencer would not be able to say a word without stuttering at that moment even that him life depended on it. In fact, he was already starting to feel cheeks heating up. So he thanked any deities that might exist when Morgan and Emily responded to you and broke the eye contact between the two of you.

“Jason Gideon?” Morgan frowned slightly.

“He's in the office but...” But Emily couldn't finish the sentence before Gideon's voice came out over everyone's:

“Y/n?” It was in a tone that no one there had ever heard in Gideon. A sweet, loving intonation... paternal.

None of the three agents present there had time to express their thoughts in facial expressions before you said:

“Dad!”

Then the whole world took a turn and seemed to be terrified, making them feel as if they had been thrown out of the tenth-floor window. This time, Reid's eyes widened at the two friends, who also had puzzled expressions. Everyone knew that Gideon had a past, probably with divorces and children, a life he had left behind, but no one expected...that.

Perhaps Gideon's vision of a family was something that was only in the imagination, never something tangible. Until that moment. Until the most beautiful girl Reid had ever seen was the daughter of one of the men he respected most. Until him heart soared at alarming levels for him boss's daughter. Spencer had been in trouble before when it came to matters of the heart, but the trouble gained a position in the top 3.

“What are you doing here?” A rare smile appeared on Gideon's face, his brow slightly furrowed.

“We were going to dinner today, remember? In that new Japanese restaurant.” Your tone of voice was not resentful or hurt by the situation that was explicit there.

The life of a BAU agent take many things, some with a more atrocious force than others, and one of them was the availability of hours. commitments that count on presence.

“I totally forgot, I'm sorry.” Gideon's voice was always calm and controlled, he managed to speak from the most tender emotions to the most heinous crimes with a peaceful intonation. But to perceive traces of parental love was new. “The case was very complicated, my cell phone died and...”

“It's okay, Dad.” You smiled, making a casual gesture with your hand “I thought this happened, but I thinking it best to come here to see if everything was okay instead of waiting until tomorrow.”

Your smile, despite being the simple one, was the brightest for Spencer.

Gideon still had a fatherly look and a chaste and grateful smile when he turned to the other agents who were still puzzled.

“Y/n, these are agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss and Dr. Spencer Reid.” Jason introduced them to you “Guys, this is my daughter, Y/n.”

“Is a pleasure.” You smiled genuinely at them.

“I had no idea that you had a daughter!” Emily gave a low, slightly bewildered laugh that also made you laugh.

“Everybody says that.” You looked at your father again, having fun.

“I'm just going to go over some reports with Hotcher before I leave.” Gideon kept a chaste smile. “Why don't you wait here and then let's go get something to eat?”

“Of course, no problem, Dad.” You agreed, adjusting the thin shoulder bag that was on your shoulder.

As Jason went up to Hotcher's office, you turned to the agents again, with a gentle smile on your face.

“My dad said great things about you.” Emily smiled at your statement.

"I'm still chocked ." She laughed, and Morgan added:

“ I really need to know...” he looked around, in a playful suspense “Is Gideon really that serious outside the FBI?”

You laughed “Oh no! Definitely not.”

So you reached for your phone in the litlle bag, hunting for a photo on it and showing it to the three agents. It was a recent photograph where you and Gideon had their faces painted in easy ink. You had a skeleton mouth made with white and black paint, and Jason had a pink glitter butterfly covering his left cheek. You two were laughing in the photo.

Morgan was the one who let out a loud, dripping laugh, with a few tears accumulating in the corners of his eyes.

“How is this possible?” Morgan was trying to catch the air.

“It was at the last Halloween, he and I bet that whoever lost in the snooker that day would have to paint a butterfly on their face.” You laughed.

“And did he lose?” Spencer found a voice for it, his mind failing to process the image of Gideon losing any game.

“I have my suspicions that he let me win” You joked “But I enjoyed the victory just the same.”

The conversation was light after that, Spencer refrained from much of the dialogue, a little fearful that you could hear him heart beating loudly whenever you smile in his direction. As the minutes passed, Derek and Emily had to go back to their duties and finish their reports, while you were sitting in one of the chairs at an empty table.

It was one of those moments when Reid tried to focus on the files in front of him to exorcise what was going on around him. Paperwork had always brought the lull needed to make Spencer meditate. It was almost like relaxation. But in moments like this, when something in the environment around him pulled his attention so much, he stayed on the same page for long minutes.

That must be why he didn't hear the wheels on your chair approach, and he didn't even notice that you were so close until you said:

“Are you really a doctor?” Your voice was low, soft, as if you didn't want to disturb the other agents who were working.

Spencer turned his head towards you, only to find the modern personification of what would be the Athena de Troia. You were close, not close enough to touch, but close enough that he could smell your perfume. You smelled like the night, the excitement of nights and the brightness of the stars. And if Spencer looked deeper into yours eyes, he would sure they contained shine moonlight.

He swallowed, the mania for blinking compulsively returning a little.

“A-ahm yes. Not really a doctor, but m-my 3 Phd’s make me a doctor.”

He might be mistaken, but the smile that spread across your face was not just friendly, it wasn't curious, it was… delighted. As if the roles were reversed and he was the most fascinating thing in that room, not you.

The glow that was adorned in yours eyes had something lyrical, ethereal, wonderful. As if the brightness of all the galaxies were inhabiting your irises, moving in your orbit. At that moment, Spencer was deeply grateful to have eidetic memory, because 10 years from now he could still remember how you looked like a muse over there. DC night came in through the big glass windows, and if Reid had to describe that moment with the five senses, he would say that the world had turned the light down to a rose tone, the smell was heaven and your smile promised to contain wonders of the world.

Holy Mother of God, you are so, so beautiful!

“My dad said there was a genius on the team.” You said, your attention on him is always tender, adoreble. “Do you mind if I ask you something?”

Your perfume invaded him sense of smell once again, and he felt his heart beat faster once more. Spencer would have told you all the secrets in the world if you asked. He would have told all own secrets.

“No way.” He sat back in his chair to look at you better, oblivious to the exchange of looks that Emily and Morgan gave.

You rested your arms on Spencer's table, the chair next to his.

“You never thought of being like... the wizard Doctor Strange?” You hoped that Spencer knew Marvel “Before he was a magician, of course. But why didn't you want to be a surgeon or something?” You laughed “There is a phrase him says: I have a photographic memory and this is what made me ..."

“ ‘Get my diploma and doctorate at the same time’ " Spencer completed you, laughing softly “I know the HQs. Did you know that the Doctor Strange character was created during the Silver Age of American comics to bring a different type of character and mystical themes to Marvel Comics? It him has an intellectual coefficient close to 177 points and I have… ”

The more he rambled, the more a stunning smile spread across your face. As if you were enchanted with him. And you were. Everyone was noticing the way Spencer seemed to have you curled up on his finger, your eyes sparkling and a silly smile twinkling on your face, paying attention to every word he said. It was an overwhelmingly lovely sight to behold.

But just as everything had a time, an hourglass, your time had reached the last grain of sand.

“All right, Y/n.” Gideon went down the stairs, cutting the end of Reid's sentence “Ready?”

You stood up, agreeing with your father and smoothing the dress. When you put your hands on the chair, ready to take it back to place, you turned to Spencer once again:

“I'm going to bring my dad to BAU tomorrow, do you think me and you can meting and you give me the answer to the question tomorrow?” Your smile was able to light up the whole of Washington.

“S-sure!” Spencer's voice went up more high notes than he would like to admit.

And, even when you left, even when Morgan and Emily jokes him about it, and even when he finally lay down on his own bed, you were still the only thing that occupied Spencer's mind.

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smoochkooks · 4 years ago

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—christmas cream(pie) ; (m.)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

⟶ genre: established relationship, smut, fluff

⟶ word count: 3.6k

⟶ summary: a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend's parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

⟶ warnings: explicit sexual content, food play, finger-sucking, spit kink, dirty talk, oral (f) receiving, slight choking but nothing too extreme, unprotected sex, creampie, jungkook being the sweetest boyfriend on the earth and your emotional support, tooth-rooting domestic fluff:(

a/n: hi!! this is my little christmas present for you. hope you enjoy what my brain came up with yesterday<3 ps. i also dont know what kind of fic title this is.

Christmas secure a top spot on your own self-made list of holidays. You enjoy practically every aspect of it. The food, decorating your house, songs, movies, the whole magical aura of warmth and love – you name it.

But this year though, you're fiddled with anxiety because it's the first time you're going to celebrate with your boyfriend Jungkook and his parents.

You've been dating for two lovely years, living in a shared apartment for almost six months but somehow you've never spent any major holiday together. Until now, it actually felt like a step bigger than moving in. Choosing to be with your families and celebrate separately was never an issue for both of you.

And foolishly, you thought this year would be no like the other, that you'll kiss your sweet boyfriend goodbye before Christmas Eve and reunite after the whole shenanigans would end. But to your surprise, Jungkook had different plans for you.

“Y-your parents did what?”

“They invited us for a Christmas dinner.” he repeated calmy, completely unfazed by the pure shock marring your features.

He was sprawled on the couch, hair messy and falling onto his forehead because he had been avoiding barbershops lately (it wasn’t like you minded it–if anything, it made him look even sexier). He was wearing your favorite pair of sweats that had a soy sauce stain on the left knee and a simple black t-shirt, yet for you he looked like an angel sent from the above and devil reincarnated at the same time. So deliciously domestic and soft it almost made you wanna jump him right here and there, if it wasn't for the more nagging matters that you had yet to discuss with him.

“But,” you stuttered, brain too consumed by nerves to help you formulate coherent sentences. “I was visiting your parents in Busan over summer.”

“Yeah, but it's been a while and they really want to see you again,” he said, raising from his spot. He came up to you, his tall, lean body towering over your form. The moment you saw his sparkly doe eyes boring holes into yours, you knew you were approximately twenty seconds from giving in. “Pretty please.” he tried again, palms cupping your flushed cheeks until you had no choice but to agree.

“Okay.”

Jungkook grinned in response and leaned to press a chaste kiss onto your lips. “Love you, baby.” He tasted like spicy noodles and soda but you ignored it, mustering a small smile.

“Love you too.” you said, always meaning those three little words because truly, you could never resist Jeon Jungkook and his charms. He had you wrapped around his finger more than you'd ever admit and you'd simply do anything to make him happy, even if that meant stressing over a Christmas dinner with his parents.

“They really like you, ___. You have nothing to worry about.” Jungkook murmured upon kissing your nose, and then forehead. “My mom is already so excited to see you. She said she would make an apple pie because you once mentioned you liked it.”

You leaned into his touch, slightly less angry you had been surprised with a revelation like that but at the same time still apprehensive and filled with nerves. “You aren't making this easier, you know?” you asked.

Jungkook sent you an apologetic smile. “You're amazing, baby. You don't need to convince my parents again that you're the right person for me,” he said, hands finding purchase on your waist and pulling you closer to him. “All you have to do is smile and compliment my mom's cooking skills. And maybe ask dad about fishing. You know he's been crazy about it lately.”

Easier said than done, you thought to yourself. Jungkook was a natural when it came to bewitching people. Your parents adored him because he knew all the right words to make them fall for his charms. He didn’t have to try hard or pretend to be someone else in order to be accepted as their daughter’s partner.

You, on the other hand, were on a different side of the spectrum. No matter how many times Jungkook reassured you of your worth, you still had a lot of insecurities to deal with. That was just who you were as a person. Maybe it was why you clicked so well together. You needed someone to be your second Sun.

“You got his.” With a final kiss onto the crown of your head, Jungkook left you standing in the middle of the living room, and all you could think about was a fricking apple pie and finding new ways to impress your boyfriend's parents.

Hence way you're currently in the kitchen, blender in your right hand as you mix the ingredients for the most extra chocolate cake you've ever made, determination written all over your features like you’re competing in the final Bake Off episode.

And why is that? Because your brain couldn't let you sleep peacefully at night if you didn't decide to bake your own cake for Jungkook's mother. It started innocently, slowly getting information out of your boyfriend about his parents' favorite food. Of course, you had to be clever about it, so he wouldn't suspect anything too early into the game. That's why after asking a round of rather specific questions you lured him into a blowjob because you know he usually loses his goddman mind after a good dick sucking.

Content with your plan, you're now a day before the Christmas dinner, Jungkook's mother's beloved cake almost ready to be put into the oven.

“Babe, I'm home!” you hear Jungkook calling from the corridor. You sent him to do some (un)necessary grocery shopping so you could have a time for yourself to prepare the cake without him looking over your shoulder and analyzing your every move. You really hate when people do that because you’re more likely to screw something when you’re being watched.

“Let me taste it then,” he says, grabby hands reaching for the bowl but you quickly swat them away.

“I'm here!” you shout back, unplugging the blender once you're satisfied with your chocolate cream.

“What is the smell?” Jungkook asks, entering the kitchen. “Oh,” he quips, placing grocery bags on the floor. “You made this?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, dipping a finger into the bowl and then putting it into your mouth. It tastes good, not too sweet but at the same time it still has a strong chocolate flavor. Perfect.

“Wash your hands first.”

“Wait,” You can almost hear the gears shifting in his brain. His grip on your waist tightens as you desperately try to stifle the laugh babbling in your throat. “This is my mom's favorite cake.”

Jungkook dramatically salutes you, even though you see him smirking under his breath. Once his hands are all clean and dry, you feel his arms encircling your body from the back. “Is this for me?” he murmurs, obviously referring to the cake.

“Nope. It's for tomorrow's Christmas dinner.”

That’s why you break into a smile, pulling him for a quick peck. “You can taste my cream now.” you say.

“Great observation.”

“And you said you were making it for the Christmas dinner,” Jungkook continues, “Which means you did this purposely.” he finishes, twirling your body so you're now facing him.

“You said she would make me an apple pie so I thought I could reciprocate the kindness and do the same,” An innocent smile tugs at your lips. “Besides, the more food the better.”

Jungkook snorts. “So here's why you were asking me all those weird questions lately.”

Your eyes widen. “You paid attention to that?”

“Babe, I might be a simple man who enjoys seeing his girlfriend sucking his dick but it doesn't mean I don't listen to you,” he says, sounding slightly offended but you know that deep down he's amused by the whole situation. “You didn't have to do that, you know?”

You let out a long sigh. “I know but... I just felt so weird. Your parents are so happy to see us, they are doing all those preparations and I couldn't stop thinking about doing something to impress them in return,” you murmur. “So they wouldn't think it preparing a whole celebratory dinner for their son and his girlfriend was actually pointless.” you add in a smaller voice, dropping your head down. 

“Baby,” Jungkook coos, fingers grasping your chin so you could look him in the eye again. “You're an amazing person. My parents know that too. You don't have to prove them your worth. Ever.”

His words make you relax visibly. You don’t know what you would do if you didn’t have Jungkook by your side. He’s just being himself, showing you his extremely caring side as he usually does when you feel down but somehow you’re more thankful for this now.

You dip your index finger into the cream. Then, making sure his eyes are trained on your face, you bring your finger up and envelop with your lips, purposely sucking on it obscenely. “Mmm,” you nothing but moan. “It’s really good.”

“That sounded awfully sexual.”

“No, it did not! You're just perverted.”

“But you love me anyway, don't you?”

You snort at his stupid remark. Suddenly, a not-so-innocent idea pops in your mind and you wonder who’s actually the one with more inappropriate thoughts running through their head. Jungkook might enjoy teasing you on daily basis, but a girl can have her fun too, right?

Jungkook's eyes darken seeing your little stunt you’ve decided to pull today. He bites the inside of his cheek, before saying,”’I know what game you’re playing.”

“I’m not doing anything.” you respond, feigning innocence. Before you can dive for more cream, Jungkook grabs your wrist and stops you.

Bingo.

When he takes his two fingers and plunges them into the cream, you know exactly what’s coming next, the adrenaline and excitement pumping through your veins. He brings his fingers up towards your face and you have to fight an urge to stay still, waiting for his instructions like the good girl you obviously are. “Open up, baby.”

You oblige immediately, mouth falling open and tongue out. He pushes his fingers inside, sweet, chocolate cream filling your taste buds. “Suck.” he says simply, eyes fixated on your lips. You do it without a second thought, swirling your tongue around his digits and making sure to lick every last drop of the substance.

When he decides he can't take it anymore, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and before you can even blink, he crashes his lips onto yours; fast, messy and unforgiving, thrusting his tongue inside to play with yours. His motives are clear: you aren’t leaving the kitchen without getting properly fucked.

“So sweet,” he murmurs against your lips, the hand around your waist pulling you flush against him. “My cute girlfriend thought she could tease me and get away with it.”

He bites onto your lower lip as to prove his point and you whimper. “It’s not like that,” you manage to say, grinding yourself against the evident bulge in his pants. “I didn’t expect to get away with it.”

Jungkook's hands travel to the backs of your thighs and he lifts you up effortlessly, placing you on the counter. You’re sure there are traces of flour still on it but you couldn’t care less right now, not when a pair of hands roughly nudges your legs apart so he could stand in between them.

“So you did it purposely,” Jungkook leaves your mouth in favor of tracing kisses down your neck. Careful not to marry your skin with hickeys because you would beat the shit out of him if he did bruise your neck a day before the dinner with his parents. “Naughty girl.” He punctuates his statement with a bite to your earlobe, his next words being whispered directly into your ear. “What should I do with you, then?”

You whimper, your thighs pressing together just hearing the tone of his voice. You lace your fingers through the locks at the back of his hair and place a kiss against his lips. “Fuck me?” you ask in a saccharine-sweet tone.

He chuckles in response, fingers grasping your t-shirt and pulling it off you, revealing your bare chest to his hungry eyes. He wastes no time and latches his mouth onto a nipple but as soon as his tongue meets your hardened bud, he retreats. Confused, you watch as he reaches for the bowl once again and dips his fingers into the cream. He then smears it all over your nipples, a proud smirk caught on his lips when he leans back to admire his art work.

“Kook,” you mewl, too pathetically for your liking and you know how much it’ll stroke his ego. “Please, touch me.” you plea, one of your hands reaching to pull him closer to you.

“Yeah?” His chuckle is almost sinister. “Look at you, all dirty and begging me so nicely. Not that smart with your mouth now, are you?”

All you manage is a nod and meek “Please,” that quickly morphs into a drawn out moan when he finally dips his head to suck your nipple into his hot mouth. You never could have guessed that the idea of food play would be so arousing to you but here you are, pussy clenching around nothing when your sweet boyfriend licks chocolate cream off your boobs.

When he’s done and satisfied with the result, he grabs your sweatpants and pulls them down along with your underwear in one go, your bare ass meeting with the cold marble of your kitchen counter. Jungkook wastes no time and spreads your legs apart, not giving you a second to shy away from his burning gaze before he dives in to lick a stripe up your slit.

You cry out in pleasure when his tongue finds your clit and gives it a sharp suck, his hands grabbing your ankles and bending your knees so he could have a full access to your glistening core. You’re absolutely drenched, dripping down your thighs and making a mess on Jungkook's face but he doesn’t mind it a bit, eating you out like a champ you know he is.

“So wet,” he rasps against your cunt. “Messy girl.”

To make matters worse (or better) he takes his sweet time and lets a glob of his spit mix with your arousal because Jungkook, much like you, enjoys giving a head more than anything in the world and makes it his priority to see you lose it on his tongue. You’re positive you will come like this if he keeps continuing abusing your clit just right. He knows your pussy like the back of his hand. Knows what makes you keen, how to make you eyes roll to the back of your head. It fuels his ego to see you like this; helpless and utterly devoted to the pleasure and you don’t even mind when he brags about it later. How could you if you benefit so much from it?

Suddenly, he grunts into your cunt and your brows furrow because it’s not the sound you’re used to hearing during sex. You look down to check what’s wrong but he’s already up and in level with your eyes, a sheepish smile adoring his features.

“Neck cramp,” he explains, his palm massaging the back of his neck. “Eating pussy is easier on the bed.” You can’t help but giggle, replacing his hand with yours and providing him a temporary relief. “I’m sorry. Were you close?” he asks.

There he is. Your sweet, caring boyfriend who never forgets to ask for consent before railing you into the mattress and always putting your pleasure before his own.

“Mhmm,” you hum, grasping his t-shirt and lifting it off his body. It should be considered a sin to look like this, you think to yourself. “But I want to come on your cock instead.”

Jungkook grins, quickly pulling down his pants and underwear. His cock slaps against his stomach, pride swelling in your chest because you know you can make him this hard without your touch. “How do you want it?” he asks, guaranteeing himself a moment of relief when he gives his cock a few pumps, spreading precum all over his length.

“Like that,” you answer, gesturing at your current position on the counter. “Wanna see you.”

“Anything for my pretty girl.”

If you weren't already red, you would have blushed at his cute words. The sentiment doesn’t last long though, your face twisting in ecstasy when he lines himself up with your entrance and starts pushing inside, the stretch deliciously burning. “Oh my god, Kook,” you whimper, hand clutching onto his biceps for support. “So big. You feel so good.” He groans, slithering himself deeper. His forehead rests onto yours, few ragged breaths before you murmur, “You can move.”

He sets a punishing pace from the beginning, fucking you hard and fast; wet, slapping noises filling the kitchen. You’re a blubbering mess, moaning incoherently as he splits your pussy open, thrust after thrust. “Yeah, fucking take it,” Jungkook rasps, grabbing your hips even harder, no doubt leaving there marks. “Cream my cock like a good girl.”

You mewl in response, your eyes focusing on his parted lips. “J-jungkook,” you stutter, head completely deprived of rational thoughts. “Spit in my mouth.” It’s almost a breathless plea on your tongue.

He curses, his right hand squeezing your cheeks. “Open.” You do it right away, nearly moaning when he purses his lips and spits, eyes almost bulging out of his head when he sees you swallow it greedily. “Dirty fucking girl.” he growls.

“B-but you love it, right?” you whimper, eyes glossy because he's hitting that spot inside your pussy that makes your toes curl. “L-love when I’m like this just for you.”

“Fuck, yeah I do,” Jungkook says, placing his hand around your throat. He doesn’t apply pressure and simply rests it there, urging you to look directly at him. “I love when my pretty baby becomes a dirty slut for me.” He punctuates his words with a harsh buck of his hips that makes you cry out.

You can't take it anymore. “K-kook,” you whine, grabbing his wrist and urging him to squeeze your throat. “I love you.”

Despite his hand around your neck and cock abusing your cunt, he breaks into a smile. He leans down to kiss you on your putty lips. You try to keep up with him but there’s no use for that, so you just open your mouth and let him slither his tongue inside. When he pulls away, your lips are wet with saliva. Messy, but you wouldn’t exchange it for anything less. “Love you too, baby.” he groans in a strained voice, dragging his cock fast through your walls.

As if reading your mind, his thumb reaches to rub fast circles on your clit. “’m so close,” you mumble, thighs shaking.

“C'mon, pretty. Wanna see you come around me.” Jungkook murmurs, gone is his dominant aura, it’s now only his gentle voice coaxing you into an earth-shattering orgasm.

When you come down from your high, you’re swatting his fingers away from your core. Normally you would probably indulge into it more, but oversensitivity seems to be too much to handle for you today. Jungkook thrusts his hips a few more times and follows right after you, groaning your name and spilling himself inside.

“That was nice.” he comments breathlessly and you can’t help but chuckle, widing your arms around his neck and pulling him for a well-deserved kiss.

“I’m too tired to move my legs and somebody needs to finish the cake,” you pout, not an ounce of exaggeration in your statement because that’s utterly true–you’re always too spent after a round of fucking with Jungkook to even go to the bathroom on your own. He gladly carries you there in his arms bridal-style every, single time.

“It's okay, sweetheart. I’ll do it.” he says, making you giggle under your breath triumphantly.

You might be willing to do everything for you boyfriend but if anything, you’re equal in that department.

“I’m also pretty sure there’s flour on my ass.”

Jungkook raises his brow at you. “That I’m not going to clean.”

“Fine. But next time I'm putting whipped cream on your dick.” you decide.

When he pulls out of you, his cum spills out of your hole but he's quick to catch the droplets and push them back inside you with his fingers. “You’re a little minx, you know that, right?” he says and then licks his digits clean.

“You love me anyway.” He grins, leaning to kiss you but he stops mid-way. “What is it?” you ask, raising your brows.

“Since I came inside you, we can call it a creampie, right?”

Still slightly dazed after sex, you’re not quick enough to realise what he implies before it’s too late. “I mean yes but–oh my god. No, no, no! Stop!”

“Cream-pie!”

“I hate you!”

“And I love you too.”

After all, you were worrying about the dinner too much, as always.

Everybody complimented your cake. Jungkook's mother was delighted. His father talked about fishing for almost an hour.

But your sweet boyfriend's smirking face as he ate the cake was telling you were in for a long night of sinning in your bed as soon as you went back home.

And he obviously didn’t disappoint.

#jungkook smut #btswritingcafe #btswriterscollective #btsbookclub #ksmutclub #bangtanarmynet #smutcentralnet #bangtanhq

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johnsamericano · 4 years ago

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 12:

ℓєє мαяк

23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @mrcarbonatedmilk @unknown5tar @whathamelon @ajhdr @curieouscapt @silent-potato @gjheaaa

warnings: baby daddy mark, hidden pregnancy (?, tooth rotting.

“Dude, isn't that y/n?” Mark’s old friend, John, pointed at you.

Yeah, that was most definitely his ex. You were holding a small girl between your arms, helping her reach for a box of lucky charms. You looked just as beautiful as three years ago, even more, he daresay.

“Go talk to her.” His friend elbowed him. “I’ll go get the meat, maybe you can invite her to our barbecue.”

“We haven't seen each other in a while, don't you think it'll be a little too weird?”

“Go for it, I know you're still hung up on her.”

“How...?”

“I heard your last girl complaining about how you called y/n’s name while having sex with her, it was hilarious, to be honest.” Mark punched him in the arm, earning a small groan from the tall man. “But seriously, though, you broke up with her to focus on your career. Now that you have a stable job, what's stopping you from getting her back?”

“I don't know, man...”

“Give it a try, I'll be with the butcher if you need me.” He winked at the Canadian boy, making his way to another aisle.

Mark took a deep breath before his feet finally started moving. You were placing the small girl in the shopping cart’s seat, tickling her tummy while at it.

“Y/n?” Your eyes almost came out of their caves as you heard his voice.

“Mark...” You stared at him with wide eyes, looking back and forth between the little girl and him. “I thought you’d moved back to Canada.”

“I came back a year ago.” He fiddled uncomfortably with the rings adorning his fingers. “I really wanted to contact you, but since things between us were a little complicated when I left...” By complicated he meant breaking your heart and leaving a day after ending things between you.

“It’s really okay, Mark. No hard feelings.” You smiled sweetly at him, your pretty eyes turning into half moons.

“And who’s this little one? Your niece?” He caressed the top of the girl’s head, who wasn’t even aware of his presence, too focused on getting rid of the wrapping around the chocolate you’d just bought her.

“Actually-”

“Mommy, I need help!” Mark froze.

“Oh, sure sweetie.” You tone completely changed when addressing her. “Mark, this is my daughter, EunHee. Say hi, baby.”

“Hi, Mark.” She extended her hand as you tore the wrapping of the chocolate bar open. His surprised expression turned into a big smile, covering her small hand with his significantly bigger one. “Look, mom. His cheeks are just like mine!” She poked Mark’s cheekbones.

You could almost feel a drop of sweat rolling down your forehead.

“Wait, you're right.” The Canadian man pointed out as your daughter smiled at him. “That's crazy.” Thank God Mark was so naive. “So where’s the father of this little bean?”

‘Right in front of me.’ You thought.

“She doesn't...”

“Oh, sorry. It must've been hard raising her on your own.” He reassuringly placed a hand on your arm. “How old is she?”

“Uhm, s-she’s-”

“I’m this old.” EunHee interrupted, showing her three small fingers.

You hoped Mark’s brain capacity wouldn't be enough to connect the dots. But you had to admit, it was pretty obvious.

“Wow, you're so big.” It was heart-warming watching your daughter interact with her father for the first time, even if they didn't know the truth about each other. “So, we're having a barbecue at my place today. There’s always room for someone else, and you can bring EunHee if you’d like. My address is still the same.”

“I’ll think about it.” You handed the chocolate bar back to your daughter, who didn’t even take a second to eat up the whole thing.

“Alright, I guess I’ll see you then, maybe.”

(...)

“Mark’s hitting on a mom!” Yuta mocked him, causing the whole garden to erupt into laughter.

“And what’s wrong with that? She isn’t married.”

“Mark, you literally just met with her again after three years, slow down.” Jaehyun interceded, eyes stuck to his phone.

“Guys, stop messing with Mark. He's always loved y/n, so let him be.” Johnny spoke from the grill, turning around a steak. “Besides, I saw the little girl. She looks a lot like Mark, so I bet no one would be able to tell they're not actually related.”

“How old did you say she was?”

“Three.”

“Okay, don’t be mad at me, but did you ever have sex with her without protection?”

“What are you trying to say, Haechan?” Taeil asked bitterly.

“Just think about it, guys. It makes sense.” While his friends discussed the possibility of him being a dad, Mark’s head was rather busy trying to remember every little detail from the last time he was intimate with you.

But as much as he tried, he couldn't remember having worn a condom. And as far as he knew, you weren't on the pill.

The doorbell cut his string of thoughts, snapping him back into reality.

“I’ll get the door.” He didn't expect you to be behind it, holding your -and possibly his- daughter’s hand tightly. “Oh, hey.”

He seemed uncomfortable, had you made a mistake in accepting his offer?

“Hi, I couldn't find someone to look after this little monster. I hope your friends won't mind.”

“Not at all, they love kids.” He stared intensely at your daughter, finally noticing those similarities Johnny mentioned before. “Come in.”

He guided you all the way to the backyard, everyone greeting you with a big hug.

“Nice to see you again, y/n.” Johnny murmured, patting your back.

“She’s like a little doll!” Jaehyun squeaked excitedly, sitting your daughter on his lap. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“I’m EunHee.” He cooed at her high-pitched voice tone. “Your dimples are pretty.”

“Thank you.”

The boys seemed completely comfortable with your daughter, fighting with Jaehyun, who wouldn't let go of her.

“Can I have a word with you?” Mark came from behind you, making you jolt at his sudden presence.

“Sure.”

He walked you to the kitchen, away from the noisy men outside. He anxiously twisted his hands, trying to find the correct words to demand for the truth.

“What’s wrong?” You asked worriedly, taking a step closer to him.

“Is EunHee mine?” Well, you were definitely not expecting that. You thought that after meeting him at the supermarket, your secret was safe. Apparently, it wasn’t. “By the look on your face, I’m guessing she is.”

He groaned in frustration, rubbing his face with the palms of his hands.

“I’m sorry for keeping it a secret all this years. I won’t force you to step in and take responsibility for her, we can just leave and pretend this never-”

“What are you even talking about? Why wouldn’t I want to take care of my own daughter?” The frown on his face deepened. “Did you know you were pregnant when we broke up?”

Should you tell him the truth?

“I...” He looked at you expectantly.

Of course you should tell him the truth, he deserves it.

“Yes.” His heart dropped, guilt filling every inch of his body. “I didn’t want to hold you back. It would’ve been unfair for me to use that as an excuse to stop you from leaving.”

“So you’re saying I missed three years of my daughter’s childhood because you didn’t want to be selfish?” With every word his voice grew louder, shouting by the end of the sentence and catching the other guests' attention.

“Mark, we should talk about this another day, when we’re alone.” You tried leaving, but his hand clutched your wrist tightly.

“No.” You could admire tears sparkling in his eyes. “I don't want to miss another second of her.”

“Mommy?” Just then, EunHee walked into the kitchen, holding Yuta’s hand. “I heard screaming, are you okay?” Mark nodded at his friend, as if signaling him he could leave.

“Yes, I’m alright, sweetie.” You swung her up in your arms, coming closer to Mark who had the sudden urge to hold his baby. “Are you sure about this? There’s no backing out.” You mouthed, feeling a pinch of relief as he nodded. “Baby, I’d like you to meet someone very special.”

“Who?”

“This is Mark...” She looked at you with her small eyebrows furrowed, she’d already met Mark. “Your dad.”

Mark honestly felt like crying, your daughter smiling excitedly as she urged you to put her down, letting her father hold her close to his chest.

“Mommy said you were lost.” He felt so warm inside.

“I promise not to get lost again, alright?” His lips pressed a kiss into her forehead, already enamored by the cheerful giggles erupting from EunHee.

You observed them with regret. If you'd told Mark you were pregnant before he left, perhaps he wouldn't be on the verge of tears right now, perhaps your daughter wouldn't have had to deal with her classmates’ non-stopping questions about her father.

“Y/n?” Mark called out for you. “C-can we have a family hug?” He moved his hand invitingly, making space for you to join.

You walked into his arms, every negative feeling vanishing as Mark embraced you, both of you trying not to sob.

“What do you want to do now?” He let go of you, using both of his arms to embrace EunHee.

“Make up for the lost time.”

#nct smut #nct angst #nct fluff #nct au #nct imagines #nct ot21 #nct x reader #nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios

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secretbangtnn · 3 years ago

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Love Lies | kth I

➤ summary : You never had it easy. From the first day of your life it seemed like fate was a big joke, making every effort to make you feel miserable. Shortly after taking the first step into adulthood, you are convinced that childhood doom follows you like a shadow. On the verge of being broke without any help, you take your friends advice and try your hand in industry you have no idea about.

➤ genre : CEO! au, prostitution but not really au, strangers to enemies to lovers, Smut, fluff, angst

➤ pairing : Taehyung x reader ft. Jimin (This chapter Jimin x reader)

➤ ratings : 18+ NSFW

➤words : 10k

➤ warnings : swearing, prostitution, sex for money, mentions of mental health, toxic household, mentions of violence, explicit sexual content, mxm, fxm, family problems, dishearitance, toxic relationship, Taehyung is bad at feelings, reader is lost, soft boy jimin, sexy hot taehyung (couse that will need a warning) - more to be added

notes ~

I finally did it! I'm so sorry for the wait and how the chapter came out - it's a little more messy than I predicted but i wanted to give you something before the big story. I promise the next chapter is going to start with the big action and main plot and finally with Taehyung. I really hope for some feedback, I worked hard for it to be done before the next week and even though it may seem boring i really hope it’s okay.

taglist:

@jinssexytoe @danyxthirstae01 @alwaysasadaesthetic @luvmingyu @chimincubus @minshookie29

Underneath the sunrise

Show me where your love lies

Relationships that are based on lies never last long and everyone who found themselves in artificial feelings, knows of the truth of those words. Although that sweet sinful lie sometimes replaces that thing we could have never got.

You never thought about yourself as someone low, at least not that low to kneel to beg of something so materialistic like money.

You respected yourself at the same time being sure that you would fight everything alone. Just like a good fighter - you didn't need a good sword in a big war. Even once in your whole life you wouldn't have thought of stepping that low to actually work as a cleaner in old school or supermarket lady, that couldn't even use the calculator right.

How ironic, we love when inevitable doom falls on people that did not deserve it.

You were taught from the beginning, how to live, what to do, how to look, and the most important who to listen to. It's so weird when we find a character that's not extremely bad or good, not the shy mouse of the school, also not the hot rebellious cool girl with too big ego, and mouth so unbelievable that you actually start to think if you have ever met someone without such basic manners.

Fact is that you are bland, your life never yours to live, as someone recorded it with a script in their hands, and a plan for an ending and second part. It was frustrating knowing how many people never cared about you, however you could not say that you indeed did too.

Lessons were taught, those made you somehow resistant to disappointments in life. First happening in early stage, not even first year of your high school, people started to know - know about this and that, about family of yours and how privileged they would be if they had you on their side.

But you did not have a problem with it, mindset so set that you liked to think about money as a guarantee of friendship. And with this thought you let the first people use you, not minding their motive of only getting part of your prosperity.

So you believed to those days that your childhood indeed was normal.

You never tried to run from your life, you never saw yourself as a hormonal teenager in need of attention.

In the end only those who were born in respecting families, where work and pride is placed higher than blood ties, knows how upringbing really looks in such a household. Your standart always high, doing that to not need to put it higher again.

Parents instilling you dreams that were not yours, making you believe in something they always wanted. Like it was written, your whole life does not belong to you, and realization over it came in the moment when it was a little too late. Happy smiles never real, friends you swore would not leave you, disappeared within a night.

However let’s not impose that your parents were monsters, killing you on the inside with their cold demeanor or making your life miserable.

The first problem began when you had enough, when a virus in your mind told you about your own desires.

You remember this day like it was yesterday. Invisible mark on your check is still pulsating, with a wound much deeper inside screaming at you that it is still not healed.

“I want to study medicine.” Those were the exact words you first told your mother, freezing her in place and scarring inside with the power and destruction they held. She did not hold back with ignoring you, acting like the sentence was a mere passing wind, just fluffing hair in a not nice type of way. You expected that, nothing new from a shell of a person your mother has become, money and power empowering her mind, probably killing the young woman you are now, in her.

So the first step of actually making a point of how you processed to cut your family ties, were with your mother, kind of preparing you for what has to come.

Dark room, with marble accents and a woody smell that came straight to your nostrils. Mahogany desk, big enough to contain tons of papers scattered over it like some kind of nto important rubbish. You however knew better, and those innocent stock of inked pages held more value than maybe you yourself.

It was so hard to breathe in this tiny space, now feeling ever more closed up, dark and not welcoming. You tried to believe that the reason for it was not really a man sitting just before you, not minding your presence in a slighlets, but a stress and emotions on your back, you were trying to bear by yourself.

“I’m busy.” Short answer, not even directed to you - not that the man ever looked at you with those dark eyes. Predictable, exactly like you guessed. Cold feeling with a hot flush over your cheek, not knowing where the previous patience had gone.

Maybe you finally had enough. You were too tired to try to understand.

“Dad, please listen to me.” Ice cold bucket over your head, a void eyes now on you, not really expecting them to stay on you for so long, or even look up. Pupils a little blow out, stirring the dark color pallet of his eyes, similar to the tone of the bags under them. What a wrack of a man he really was, lanky hands under the suit, scribbling over something not even a minute ago, now lying lifelessly on a brownish desk.

“You really couldn't find better time for your whining? Go on, I still have a lot of work to do before I need to actually go.” Unconcern, you could even feel the unitresment oozing from him, hitting you with those eyes. They were looking at you, but at the same time it felt like they never were there. Black holes, no feelings found, gaze scary for those who never met someone so indifferent.

“I dropped out.”

“What?” Words came after some silence, piercing straight your beating heart. Hands in fist, just beside your thighs, so white that it could even be a little concerning for those looking from the side. You were nervous, even after you told yourself that this conversation was not going to be easy. Smooth information that it should be, your own life choices never discussed so openly.

“I dropped out of college”

Not a breath was heard, a heavy hand landed on the desk with a smack, knocking in the process some of the scattered pens.

“You did what?” Too calm, his voice was too calm for such information. Nerve wracking feeling once again welcomed you inside, making you take one step back. Soft material of the shirt creased under your hard grip. “It’s not the time for such a jokes Y/n”

“I’m not joking dad, I took the papers yesterday. I'm tired of wasting my time on something I never wanted.”

“Oh? But are you really? What are you going to do then? I'm getting really curious” Tone momocking you in every kind of way. You clench your teeth, an annoyed expression came over your face, just to disappear within one glance of the man.

Questions were rhetorical, laughing at your whole being in the cruelest manner. He knew about your every vulnerability, molding your persona from the beginning. So it must have been funny for him, seeing a little girl, someone he treated not entirely equally, however putting some kind of hope and dreams he himself could not reach, standing before him like a scared puppy asking for a treat.

“You yourself know the best how important those studies are for you. You prepared your whole life to go there and take my place one time, so don’t joke about it like it’s some kind of dish you are bored of eating.”

“You forced me to do it! I never wanted to take your place, study the stupid law.”

“And you decided that this is the time to suddenly realize that? Y/n from the beginning, we always gave you what you wanted, fulfilling your every wish, buying everything you wanted, and even after that you can’t be grateful. We only asked you for one thing, one thing Y/n, there is not such a thing like your dreams, there is only our family.” You wanted to laugh, those stupid exucess, only making you annoyed and wroked up. Manipulating you into believing you were selfish, that you are the problem, and you owe them right to living.

“Don’t be ridiculous father, you are not in the place to talk about family or do I need to remind you of Na-”

You heard it before you felt it. Burning feeling right in your left cheek, head on the side from the harash contact it made with the ringed hand. It was not the first time you saw or experienced such an act. Father being the man that loved to lose his temper rather fastly, hiding on the outside behind the calm demeanor and innocent smile.

Blood on your tongue, the metallic taste in your mouth like a forbidden flower you just tasted.

“You really want me to get mad today hm? “ You really wanted to nod, looking straight at him from your hair that fell after the slap. Hand on the cheek, trying to stop the pulsating ache to echo so much, however you know the best that the hot feeling is only building up and it's the only matter of time till the beautiful tones of purple show on your soft skin.

His own hands now begin viped over the handkerchief, a little blood over the white fabric, likely from the little scratches the rings were able to make.

His back to you as he went back behind the dark desk, sitting on his chair like nothing happened. And you knew, secretly that it was the end, that the conversation was done and nothing else could be said.

You closed your eyes, not even noticing you did it, realizing it after the first salty tear fell to your mouth, giving you a taste of sorrow. Head down, not in shame but in anger, with a pulsating cheek not letting you forget about the consequences your every word bears, you turned around going to the door that before somehow gave you so much hope.

“Oh and Y/n, there is no you without this family, but there is family without you. It won’t be the first time when I lose a child.”

Those exact words hunted you till this day. Rather heavy feeling, three years not long enough to make you forget, or let you accept a new life.

Loud noise of passing cars just outside the dirty window with a pounding of heart echoing in your ears. It was one of those bad days - you liked to say, those however started happening a lot of more. Breaking was never something you wanted to do, working so many jobs you could not count on your fingers, living in shitty apartments for no longer than two months just to end up on someone's couch.

That is the life you chose, the life you barely lived, everyday wishing for a miracle.

Harsh paper under your fingers, weighting your hand weirdly down - maybe it was the words that made the letter so heavy, maybe the truth you needed to face. Fact is that you do not know what to do, trying for the last months to make a living for yourself, get better pay and settle down for a longer time.

Words of your father echoing once again, making your eyes squish with the feeling. It was so hard to accept a defeat, something that you worked so hard for and for so long. You could not beg, you could not go on your knees again, and even if it was an option, imagines and memories of life in such a household keep you in the place you are now.

Head resting under your arms, shielding bright rays of sun from your eyes, long locks falling down in waves just over your pale face. You pulled them with a strength you did not know you possessed at the moment, as if it was because of them you needed to deal with all of this.

“Think Y/n, think” Mutters fell from your mouth like a mantra, supposed to make you cheer up a little. Void in your head, not ending emptiness that scares you as much as the strings of unpaid numbers on this goddamn paper.

An late hour struck on the side clock, hanging on one of the grey walls of the run down apartment you lived in. Sight itself is depressing, leaving you in wonder if maybe it is not one of the reasons for your current mood.

Who you wanted to trick.

A little knock once again echoed in the quietness of your home, reminding you of the late hour. Looking from your thick locks of hair, you sighed seeing how little time you actually got to get there. With one move, you left the scrap of paper on the side, and stood up from the ugly green couch, taking in the process bag of the crookedly hanged hook.

Fast footstep as you nearly run over one of the olders ladies living in the same flat, trying to messily wrap an apron over your waist, which is not as easy as it seemed to be earlier. Bluish fabric holding on to you with all the power, hanging a little on the too long strings, that untied themselves with each step.

You tried not to think about all those stares, looking at you as you run past them, not minding where your feets go, or if you accidentally push someone on the side. Let people think what they want, it's not like your opinion matters, and being a disgrace to your whole family disappears.

Familiar neon letters came to your sight forming the greenish title of caffe you soon found yourself in. A little bell rang as the door opened informing everyone about your presence. Calm atmosphere, everyone was busy in their own word, you loved this, a quiet place which you often found yourself admiring.

You wished that working there was not such an obligation, the only thing that let you stay in your current apartament. Rosy cheeks, and cheeky smiles as people got their morning coffee, thanking you quietly for the drink with such a pure impression, that you could not hold back the smile you gave each one of them.

“I’m so sorry for being late, I hope you didn’t need to run too much.” You said between heavy breaths, still trying to catch remaining puffs of air, head tilted to the side, hands on knees as you looked at the little blonde behind the counter.

Said boy only laughed a little, shaking his head from the embarrassment after the statement. Ringed hands cleaning some cups, quiet melody living his plump lips.

“Am I suppose to feel offended? I’m not an old man you know.” He asks, knowing that the answer will never be given. Voice on the lighter side, something you would expect from such a soft looking boy, warm and sweet to listen, and you indeed do, always keeping quiet when the boy talked about his own day to fill the quietness of your workplace.

You knew the boy was one of the things that made you feel normal, with his bright persona and angelic personality, you liked to believe he was one. He did not ask, knowing some things should stay in the dark, and you repaid him the same, being fully aware of the boy's secrets.

“Not at all. Beside we all know that it's not about you, but about who will get in trouble from your whining - and yes, it would be me. “ You say, patting his back on the way to the other side. Confused gaze now on you, as you smirk at the questioning boy waiting for some kind of elaboration, only getting from you another cup to wipe.

“Should i remind you of a certain person, which came to me with a complaint of how his favorite boy was tired - what was his name? Oh yeah Yo-”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

You laughed at the squeaky voice that came in a form of fast spoken answer, a little too fast to understand every word completely. Pretty blush came over his round cheek, soon appearing on tips of his lears, hidden by mop of blonde hair.

Not a piece of judgment in your gaze, but rather sweet caring look over the embarrassed boy next to you, trying so hard not to look bothered by your everyday teasing, that he was slowly getting accustomed to, liking how your voice gets a little lighter, your eyes light up and a pure giggle leaves your mouth.

Yeah he definitely could live with it if it means he can see the sparkle pops out in the dark of your pupils.

Cup in his hands a little heavy with the next thought that came over him. Melody coming with the pleasant wind of the early monday morning, his eyes however discreetly gazing over your figure. He knew when the times were worse, when your collarbones stood out more, welcoming i'm from the collar of an old shirt, you probably needed to wash by hands, and he hated that even if he tried to explain it, not care so much, he simply could not stop the worry seeking of him.

You were a sweetheart, never judging him, understanding his reason even after he told you about the second job he needed to take. You simply smiled, wishing him all good, and getting excited about dreams that were not your own, laughing with him and talking about his future plans as if you had place in them.

Thanks were never enough to pay off all the hardship you helped with. He respected you, admired so many things about you, how you don’t need a reason to give an arm to cry on, always taking a piece of burden on your own shoulders, whispering promises and talking about a better future that comes with hardships.

“Don’t be so embarrassed~ “ You sing to his ear when you pass him, going over to the coffee machine, big bag of beans in your hands. “I dare to say I got a little jealous when I saw him for the first time.”

“Gosh I hate you sometimes.” He whines, throwing his head back, closing his eyes to remain calm. Smile now on your lips, little giggles leaving your busy persona, trying not to be too loud in such an early hour.

An enjoyable silence came over once again, only sounds of working machines and knocks of cups, that were cleaned and wiped, mind automatically getting fuzzy from the fresh brew of coffees and autumn wind. Not a person in a shop, being still a little too early to welcome customers or get a morning drink, subtle music playing a little louder at those times filling little breaks of silence.

So how surprising it was, when those little giggles tickled your own ears suddenly and strong arms, clothed in white shirt, sneaked around your waist, making you lose the focus on filling the cup with beans. Blonde hair over your cheek, stroking the soft skin with a funny feeling, only pushing you to squirt more.

“You know if you liked him so much, you could have just said. I would think of something.” He whispers mockingly, smacking his lips in the end. Shiver comes with his next move, hands on your hips, keeping them from stirring so much, hot and on the smaller side however still noticeably bigger than your own. “Sadly I do not share my clients.”

With those words, he quickly detaches himself, hitting your bum with a cheeky smile that you soon could see right before you as the boy grabs one of the fresh croissants, putting the whole thing into his mouth.

“It must be big for you to say that.” You laugh, looking at the choking boy with the same expression he was giving you not even a minute ago.

“That was totally inappropriate.” Says blonde, chugging a glass of water you gave him out of pity.

“Now, don’t play an innocent Jimin, I see how you look at that one girl that comes here every friday. Didn’t you even memorize her order - gosh i heard you repeating it so many times that I know it myself.”

“Okay, okay maybe you are right, but it doesn’t mean you can judge me.”

“Would I ever?” A dramatic sight from the boy's accusations leaves your lips, you touch your heart looking at him with the most hurt eyes you could manage to do, a little tear spins in your eye. Mouth full of baked goodie, he laughs showing a little of non eaten food, with a proud expression to it. Your own smile now noticeable on face, happy feeling over your whole being, loving how this short amount of time with the bubbly boy let you forget about some problems. You take one of the left rags of the counter and throw it at his face, hoping to get him to work. “Stop eating! We are opening soon and I don't want to listen to how the coffee machines should be ready before the first client, because someone didn’t want to move his ass.”

“Just say you don’t want to deal with that old raisin.”

Nobody did, but Jimin had some superpower you sadly did not possess, and could at least shut the old businessman that somehow always comes first. Coming back to an earlier job, you pour black beans in the measuring cup, trying not to let the weight of the bag swoop you.

Place once again in a nice atmosphere, Jimin singing somewhere in the back, probably preparing syrups and goodies, sorting eveyrything on the displae plate. You two fell in a pleasant rhythm, doing your jobs like robots, knowing where things should go, and how not to disturb each other in the middle of action.

And it was something you really enjoyed, that piece and order, making you feel secure at least in such a place. Like you had power over your own life, your hands did what you wanted, your mind clear with tasks to be done.

Peace.

You both knew that this place was a mere act in the theatre of lies, you played in. Cafe such like that one, a happy place for two broke students, that tried everything in their power to make a living, pursue dreams so far away, still hoping that they are not going to disappear with all the hardships.

You could just drown in this lie of beauty picture you painted yourself, pretending your lifes do not look as bad, and even though you did not know the boy so well, you could tell from his eyes that he indeed is a player in the same game as you.

The truth being you did not know each other, you were not close. You knew about his job, about his own problems - some of them left unsaid, but who could you judge when you acted exactly the same.

Understanding from each other was enough.

However the boy tried to help you, offering sum of money or better paid jobs in times when you were too tired to hide it, those although - he learned after some time, never were an option for you.

And so with the next passing wind, the first client came welcoming you with kind of a grumpy smile, wishing for you to just make him the coffee. It was as always, a busy morning on the first day of the week, that always seems a little more crowded than any other, with business men and middle aged women trying to get over their morning sickness as fast as possible.

You saw the girl you talked about some minutes ago, looking from her covering eyes bangs, squashed from pink beanie on her head, nevertheless still laid perfectly. A little wave, hand hid under the panda mittens she liked to wear every other day the temperature goes down.

You smiled at the interaction, the excited smile on Jimin's face he tried so hard to hide, not doing a good job with his nearly nonexistent eyes that disappeared just because of it. She was pretty, a student in a university you both go to, however you were not sure what exactly she was majoring in.

Her funky style makes you take a shot at something related to fashion, but that might be completely wrong and the girl could just like wearing such bright clothes.

“Love the mittens, they look nearly as cute as you.” You heard, looking back from your busy hands, to gaze at the flustered pair. Adorable giggle soon leaves her mouth, covering lips with the said gloves as her own eyes disappear from weirdly similar eyesmile.

Jimin was a sweetheart, someone who deserved a happy future. And so you did everything to make that happen, wishing him the best and trying to help him even if it means your own happiness goes on a second plan.

“I'm sorry but could I order.” Coming back to your own job, you look up immediately, catching the gaze of one of the clients you did not recognize.

“Oh yes of course, I'm sorry for the wait. What can I get you?”

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A loud noise of a closing locker echoes in a quiet room in the back of the coffee shops. Night air chilling from the open window you opened some minutes ago, to get rid of a smell so many people.

The calm of the room soothing your buzzing nerves and shaking hands, that always seems to do it after a hard day of work. Your attention now somewhere else as you try to take off the blue apron, laying it somewhere on the lonely bench next to you.

It was a busy day, helping you forget about what waits for you at home, and what person will probably visit you in the meantime. You didn’t like those times, the quiet after such hard working hours, leaving you with anxious thoughts rotating around the same problems you tried so hard to run away from.

So you tried once again, silence your mind with your hands, taking every job you could, now wiping lockers that never needed to be wiped before. The same rug from before in your hands, sliding over an uneven surface.

“Y/n?” You jumped from the sudden voice, swearing that Jimin was in the other room just a second ago. Turning around, you try to look unbothered, clenching the old rug in your hands with such interest. A little noise comes from your mouth, hum to let him know you are aware of his presence.

“Everything alright?” He asks a little unsure of the question, looking at you from the other side of the room, close to the door connected to the main room.

“Yeah, why would there not be?

“You were cleaning the lockers like not even a minute ago.” He says without thinking. Voice somehow suspicious, full of hidden concern as his suspicions from before seem to be true. You were not alright, and Jimin knows exactly what it may be. “If you need hel-”

“I'm alright! I'm really alright there is no need to worry, I'm just stressed because med major is harder than I thought.” The sigh is enough to let you know that he is not buying it.

Hard steps as he comes closer, opening his own locker situated right next to you, eyes glazing back at you from his clothes is started to put back. Tight lipped smiles is the only thing you are capable of answering with, catching his dark stare for a second.

“Im worried, and I know what you want to say, but I can’t help it. You are always the one that takes my burden so why can I not do the same?” He closes the locker with too much strength, making you jump again from the loud noise.

“It’s different.”

“How is it different? You help me with everything, you let me cry, you let me crash at your apartment when my parents try to make a mess again, so what’s the problem with me?! You don’t even want to tell me what's wrong dammit.” His eyes glassy from all the emotions, hands in a fist as if he tried to hold himself back. He turned completely to you, cornering you to the lockers behind, not letting you leave this time.

“Is it because of my work? Are you ashamed to take dirty money from someone who can’t earn normally and needs to sell themself. Is it this?! Tell me Y/n, I’m tired of seeing you in such a state, you are my friend.”

“You know it’s not that.” You tried to argue catching his watery eyes.

“So tell me, tell what is going on.”

Your own mouth in agape, words lost somewhere in the back of your head. So many years going alone, keeping everything to yourself shows itself with such a hestation of saying easy words that could let you breathe easier at night.

But would they really?

Giving someone your own burden was something you were taught as a shame. Problems should stay in family, and even there your father always told you to fight them alone.

“I - “ Eyes hopeful, looking at you with new found desperation. Big and different from the ones he was giving the sweet girl with panda mittens, and that alone made you sick knowing that the sparkle left because of you. “I’m sorry Jimin I just can’t.”

And you broke. With the remaining energy you mustered, you fell onto Jimin, him nearly not catching you on time. First tears fell, with such a power, rolling down your cheeks, wetting the soft fabric of Jimin’s shirt. You did not know why, why now you decided to just let go, sobbing so much, hoping the boy will understand that you only need someone to hold you.

And he did, wrapping his arms so securely around, letting you hide the red face in a crock of his neck. Fresh smell of flowers and perfume he always wore with a noticeable hint of coffee, you probably possesed yourself. Quiet whispers of comfort, tickling your scalp a little, hands patting your hair with care, brushing them with such a delicacy, like he secretly knew how breakable you are now.

“It’s going to be okay.” Void promise, his lips close to you kissing your forehead, with shaky hands trying so hard to gather every tear that fell down. With a little move he sat on a bench, an apron which you earlier left there dropped on the floor, a quiet thud ran in the small room, you on his lap, trying so hard to become smaller nearly molding in the bigger body of Jimin’s.

Sorry’s fly through your mouth, realizing it after Jimin's starts to rock your body. He peels your face from the safe space of his neck, wiping your running tears with both of his thumbs and trying to smile a little.

“I know it’s hard, but sometimes we need to let someone in, let them help put broken pieces together.” Eyes shining in the dim light of the room, your mouth ready to disagree quickly however quieten by his own speech. ”I know what you want to say Y/n” He starts again taking a big breath. “Being helpless doesn’t mean being weak, asking for help is not something to be ashamed of. Being strong however - is letting someone in, taking they hand and standing up with them - you have to have courage to do it, and I know you do to - but whoever put such a toxic mindset in you, keeps you from it and you need to realize that there is no longer people who will judge you for falling down a litte.”

Eyes falling down, sore from all the crying that has no plans to stop. You wipe the snot with your sleeve as well as wet cheeks, laughing a little after it, sniffles in the room as you try to calm yourself a little.

Jimins gaze still at you, now softer still brushing your hair in a calming manner with the second hand drawing circles on the side of your waist. It was shameful, hearing such words, knowing deep down they were true, but too prideful to agree with them.

“Gosh If I knew you cry like that, I would take a bucket with me. I wouldn’t need to pay water bills for like two months with it. “ He laughs as you smack him with your hand. Smile on your face, you tilt your head leaning on his arm with all the weight, a small sigh leaves your mouth. Smell of coffee now is more prominent with his own perfume, which he wears everyday, pushing your mind into own fuzzy feeling. “You know that I will always be there for you, right?”

A silent nod is enough, not too much to say after such an outbreak from your side still buzzing inside you. You know it was true, with how much you both came through together, it would be stupid to leave someone who become somehow a safe heaven.

“What are you going to do now? You won’t take any money, I guess you either are not going to be too willing to crash in my apartment.” Your head immediately shots up, eyes searching those of Jimin. A look of confusion cross your face for a second, with the words repeating in your mind once again. His face however is still serious, not leaving your surprised gaze.

“W-what how do you kno -”

“Your landlord called, I didn’t want to disturb you on your break - by the way I saw you sleeping you are not as sneaky as you think.” He interrupts you in the middle of talking, brushing his hair.

You frown, looking in disbelief at the boy, a little upset from the news. Touching your phone was okay, but taking a call and not saying anything, it just fell wrong.

“So why were you trying so hard to force me to talk?” The questions came a little more aggressive than intended, but who could you blame when your private life was exposed so easily. Truth being that you felt not as angry as embarrassed, never sharing such information before leaving them in the dark.

“I know you would be angry when I tell you about the phone - which I was right about.” He pouts looking somewhere in shame, like a child that was caught with sneaking sweets.

“But it doesn’t matter, what are you going to do without help? It’s not like our boss will gave you a rise from nothing, and do not even think about starting another job - we have studies, it would be plain stupid unless you ask your family for help, you never mentioned them but they would understand right?.”

“They sure would.” You sneer, standing up from the comfort of his lap. Your smile turned down on the mention of those people, it's not like you want to have something going on with them, it would be asking satan for help and that always comes with a price. “Thanks for everything Jimin, but I will be alright.” You add walking back to the hatstand where your hoodie hangs, grabbing it with your free hand, second one carrying the bag. Jimin's eyes follow you, surprised by the sudden movement and innocently big, like he waited for some better explanations - which he won’t get.

“B-but wait! Where are you going, don’t leave me like that!” You heard the shouts, desperate movements in the previous room meaning the boy tried to catch up, however you were long ago outside the cute coffee shop, starting the journey to your quiet apartment. Maybe it was mean, and maybe Jimin was too good to be treated like this, but your own mood was now too fragile to stay in the same room as the insistent boy.

Autumn wind welcoming you once again, cold weather sneaking inside your clothes, the light hoodie not doing any justice with such temperature - still it was the only thing you owned with better quality. Head full of thoughts a little overcrowded with a starting headache, not letting you walk in a peace you somehow needed just now.

Walk to your house - at least the recent one, was not one of the long one, rather passing as a nice stroll. And even though your shifts ended in night hours, the quiet and calm way never made you feel scared of any sudden dangers awaiting you on Seoul's streets. It was a nice neighborhood, one where families that were a little lower than middle class tried to make a living, keeping their kids in a safe environment. Happy smiles and laughs welcoming you sometimes in the morning, kids rushing to their own school, greeting you even after those months you stayed there, only making you nostalgic at the thought of leaving such a safe haven.

So it was more than surprising when a quick footstep rang in your ears, soon nearing you even faster. Your beating heart now rapidly knocks in your chest, as your eyes try to search for the reason for those sounds.

You didn’t need to search for loong, soon hearing the screech of a voice not so far from you. “Y/n! Wait for me!” It was even worse when the little man started to dramatically draw his hands to touch, however your concern only lay in the thought of waking up the whole neighborhood. Eyes slitted, an annoyed expression crossing your face at the sight of the panting boy, soon stopping before you, not without tripping and nearly taking you with him. “You… really want to kill me.”

Heavy breath hitting your face, his voice strained and tired from the miles he needed to run to catch up to you. You however were more than a little shocked - yes Jimin is stubborn, and yes he is the person to run after someone just because the said person lost a penny, but his appearance here was different. It was crossing the invisible line you both draw, accepting each other's bubble of comfort.

So the question still stayed, your face hard with a thundering gaze waiting for the boy to calm a bit.

“Why did you suddenly leave?” Seriousness leaked out from his tone, however the way his eyes scrunched only meant that he indeed felt a little hurt from your previous action. And you don’t even wonder why, knowing how your choices could wound the innocent boy. “Is it about your family? If its a soft topic we can never talk about it ag-”

“You want me to walk away again?” His eyes got bigger at your cold tone, his foot taking a step back. Your family, the topic you did not want to bring up today, explaining the harsh demeanor you suddenly took. Eyes however softened as fast as they met the boy’s hurted ones, a gulp of remorse sliding down your throat. “Look - I appreciate your help but I don’t need a person to be helpless with.” You took a step forward placing your hands on the boy's arm, squeezing it in reassurement. Looking him straight into eyes a sight left your mouth soon forming in a little awkward smile - the only one you could force yourself into. “You helped me enough, there is nothing else you can do, It’s not your battle to fight you have your own problems and asking you to take mine would be cruel.”

And how awful it was to turn back leaving him again, you did just that, giving him the last pat with a smile. His own mouth opening and closing, agape from the schock you probably left him. And you were sure that this time he will let it go, your words full of coldness not leaving room for arguments.

“But what if I do?” His voice stopped you in the middle of the step, freezing your form with a new squeeze in stomach. You did want to hope for nothing, feeling how your eyes got bigger in surprise, being so close to turning back to face the blonde boy. “What if I can do something?”

“Jimin we are over it - I won’t take any of your mo-”

“I didn’t mean that. I’m not that stupid to not understand first hundret times you made it clear.”” You turn at his clear voice, full of seriousness and unsaid promises. New thoughts fell over your messy mind, Jimin’s voice still ringing in your ears as well as the hot gaze he kept on you, fixated on your weirdly sluggish posture. You were more than confused, his help however not new for you, the sudden change of demeanor was like a bucket of cold water maybe pushing you into admitting that the boy indeed had some kind of solution. “Please try to listen to me first and please try to be open minded.” He adds taking a big breath making him close his eyes for a second, only to stare at you even more firmly, nearly hiding his shaky hands. A silent nod from you lighted once again the enduring fire of his eyes.

Now you were even more curious.

“What if I get you a client?” Innocent question, firstly confusing you even more with the weird words, the realization came with your mouth opening a look of disbelief crossing your eyes for a second even if you tried to remind yourself that you situation it's not the one to be judgy.

“You do-”

“Let me finish, please?” And you could not find the power in yourself to not give in. Looking straight into his gaze you closed your mouth, still hanging from the previous schock you experienced. “I was in the same place as you some years ago, a broke student without any help or hope - and I know what you want to say, but it's not as bad as it seems. You don’t even know how much I wish that at that time I had better option, but there was none and probably won’t be if I still want to chase my dreams The job is really not that bad, people don’t know, they do not need to know - even if they wanted the community of them would not allow it cause they want only that - discretion.”

You winced, the cold brushing your cheeks even more from the chill night, moon being your only source of light shining at boy’s figure like in some kind of movie. And to be completely honest, you indeed feel like in some kind of drama, emotions oozing from both of you in waves crashing in the middle with a tension to it. You didn’t want to seem rude, your face trying to stay some kind of neutral, however you knew that Jimin saw the first pull you unconsciously did, decided to let it slip instead looking at you with even more solemnity.

Yeah you knew about his past, history he one time told you in the middle of breakdown, then seemingly crazy and full of hardship, now you started to see yourself in the boy, his place now taken by you in the most awful way.

“It’s really not that bad Y/n” He whispers, voice full of softness you were thankful about. You felt breakable, the thought of actually doing it scaring you with how probable it really is. “I’m so sorry I can't do more, but it’s the only way I can help.”

You didn’t even realize when he came so close, touching your arm with his little bigger hands clenching it. Your eyes squeezed as your hands fell to your sides lifelessly, emotions now once again leaving you a little too suddenly, the grip you always had on your life slipping from your grasp with a gasp. It was hard, facing something you worked so long for only to ruin it because of such a thing as money. It was so funny, your own younger self laughing at you probably, telling you how your choices led you to that state.

“It’s really the end huh?” You didn’t need to look to know about the sad gaze he momentarily gave you. Arm sneaking around your shoulders, your posture seemingly smaller than normally, bringing you to the warm body of the blonde boy. Not a word said, only the silence being louder than aggressive shouting.

There was no need for a better explanation, your mind was already processing the idea of selling yourself to someone, and how shocking it could be that it never crossed your mind before. You can’t say the job disgusted you, you can't say it did not leave you with a sour taste on your tongue, like something is wrong with the image of you in such an environment again.

Again.

Well that was something that did not sit right with you, running away your whole life from it, now going back to the cave of a tiger - conscious suicade.

Face plastered on the surface of the brown coat, fluffy fabric brushing your face with every breath he took. The gesture leaves you with a heavy heart, not understanding why Jimin wanted to help you so much. Was it an obligation? Did he feel like he owed you something?

You just couldn't grasp the idea why, why was he so insistent, it’s only you in the end, a friend from the same coffee shop he worked in, someone who is not important in his life, someone who he will leave when the time comes. So why?

And maybe with the next gust of wind, a quiet whisper in your ear you realized deep down, that he was the first person in your life which genuinely cared for you. However the musky scent and heavy thoughts still repeated the same question, but you knew somewhere in your mind that it’s only a matter of time when the quiet suggestion will be proven.

“It’s getting late. You should go home.” A silent nod, your head still leaning on his shoulders, too tired to move. His hands petting your hair, a quiet hum leaving his mouth while he did it, melody not familiar, dancing in the silence of the night. You sighted taking one step back, immediately feeling a cold breeze hitting you, the source of heat now gone, making you shiver in the lighter clothes. Little smile screeching on your lips after you saw his worried gaze, sitting on your figure not planning to move.

“You too.” Sticking your hands into the big pocket of your hoodie, you turned your head in the way he came nodding. None of you moved, gaze met in the middle as you tried to not show how cold you really wera, body shaking in unnatural ways wanting to move for some kind of warm up.

He did not smile, even after your own stretched into a larger one, you decided not to pry and just turn around with a silent wave, head ahead of you eyes looking in the dark depths of the street where you lived. He knew you were not alright, gaze piercing you through every layer you tried to put in a situation like this, a copy mechanism you were not that proud of. And so with the head lowered you took the first step away not minding the still lingering stare on your shoulders.

The main worry now being the cold weather and little clothes that shielded you from it, the idea of the whole conversation put somewhere on the side.

However, he and you were pretty well aware of what is going to happen the next day.

In the end it's you who soon is not even going to possess own body.

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Sleepless nights were not new, the feeling of tiredness you could not just wipe with the piece of the fabric a familiar one, the eyes trying to stay focused on things even though they were so hard to close themself for some sweet time, just to be forcefully open. Two words were enough for you to not hide the utter ache, you so perfectly masked in the middle of the coldest night.

And so maybe it was the cold keeping you awake in the dark, the blanket not enough to warm up your lifeless limbs, or maybe the lingering touches of the blonde boy that stayed even after so many afters after the whole conversation.

You felt weak, blinking in the grey room watching the wall like it would show something incredible, the scratches on it similar to the one you did when the stress was too much, decorating pieces of your skin like an art. The night was a big blur, hours now looking at the nonexisting stuff passed with a blink of an eye only to put you in another of the memories.

Blonde hair somewhere there scrolled in the side of your mind. Oh yeah, the said boy came the next day, look on his face too hard to forget as the next wall you built was just ruined.

He looked at you from behind his eyelashes with eyes dimmed with a sort of fog. Silence being the only comfort in the moment - early morning helping with it. He knew that this time the situation did not have many options, not any without any loss.

However he came, with a mind to let you help with thinking of any other ideas to help you, the conversation from the other night forgotten after he stepped in the gloomy apartament. And it doesn’t surprise you, the look you probably carried spoke for himself.

In his hands soon layed inconspicuously looking scrap of paper, tempting with his appearance like the most loucioust sin. He read it with squinted eyes, not needing a lot of time to find out what exactly the letter applied to.

What surprised him after such information is, how really the girl hid behind such an innocent facade, the new wave of respect crashed on him with the thought how strong you really are to not ask for help. The human thing was to linger, searching for attention so long to have someone finally do everything for us.

He had money, he had it so much that he could easily help her for next month, but he knew how every proposition like that would end up.

In the end they were really similar.

“Maybe there is another way.” He cut the silence, after a while regretting the action. Eyes met somewhere in the middle and both of their gaze was meaningful enough to answer his void of hope. “Have you tried to talk with the flat owner?”

Grimace on your face once again was enough, you shook your head remembering not the best meeting with the older man. “Many times. The guy is purely business oriented, he doesn’t care about your private life but if you pay everything - which as you can see I have a problem with.”

“I know that it’s a hard topic, but what about your family. There needs to be at least one person.” You looked down, carpet under your feets still fluffy and soft under your feet, the silence embracing you both. Jimin awkwardly scratched his arm, biting his lips in the process, the topic one again making your mood even worse. “Im sorr-”

“There is no need, it doesn’t matter anyway. My family is off limits when it comes to those types of things.” You cut him off, looking from the side at the little embarrassed boy. A sigh leaves your mouth as you lean on to your old couch, ruffling your hair after. “Jimin there is really no other way. Your option is the only thing I can do, even if the idea scares me.”

He looked at you with a small smile, the memories from his past coming back to him, when it was him who was sitting at your place, maybe with a different situation, but the fear in the eyes remained the same. He sat next to you, hand catching yours latching fingers with yours, as if that small gesture was supposed to pass everything.

And maybe it was like that, however how sweet and calming the motion wouldn’t be, nothing has been solved, and your decision it's going to change your life completely.

“You start to accept it with time.” He whispers tightening the grip on your head, the sentence seemingly had a bit more to the story. You guessed he tried not only to convince you both himself too.

Idea still fresh in your mind, hard to process it actually is going to happen, eyes meeting once again with the dark ones of the boy, millions of heistations flowing in the circle of your pupils.

“What If I don’t want to accept it? Jimin, I'm going to sell myself like some kind of animal.” You started, soon seeing how every word pierced the boy, a hurt crossing his face for a while. However he himself knew how his job was not something to brag about, something that should be kept to yourself.

“First - you are not going to be a prostitute, it’s their job. Second - you are not selling yourself, your body maybe, your time - yes. This whole messed up business, which no one truly understands, it's not only based on pleasure and successful bargain. The people you are going to provide services will require more, however you too will be able to demand - and that’s the difference.” He instinctively stood up, turning his back to you to hide his face for you.

You decided not to question that, the topic probably being equally hard for him. Following his figure, you listened to every word which could calm your buzzing nerves.

“Mone-” You started trying to guess about the demand he was talking about. The cash suggests itself in your mind. The boy quickly turned back, dark eyes catching your breath in the middle.

“Respect.” He finished, taking an earlier abandoned cup of tea to his hand. You were confused, your gaze spoke for himself, the utter questions building with every quiet minute he left you with. “Do you know why so few people are able to survive in such a business, or why so few people know about it?” He asked knowing fully he won't get any answer from you. He sighted brushing his blonde hair back, a little oliy from the last day of work, he came to the other side of the room sitting on one of the smaller tables just before you.

“You will need to play a role, you will become an actress in real life without the power to question your own character. People that are directors in fact are going to be your clients, giving you the script you will need to act on. In the beginning it’s going to be hard, but with time you will understand that you can either love it or you are someone who is not suitable for such a job.”

So many questions, which only bundled up with the said words. A weird twinge in your heart, forcing you to stop thinking about it like a sweet temptation, however the beautiful words he wrapped everything with stronger. The idea seems so easy, so free and so good, too good to be true.

You looked at him, the tiredness hitting you suddenly but so many not arranged issues kept you on your toes, so with the remaining power you sighed rubbing your eyes. You decided, your last way out.

“How i'm even going to start?” The question filled him with a relife, not understanding exactly why, the thought of having someone close in the same job loaded him with unanswered happiness. He gazed back, the look making you sit more comfortable forcing your attention directly at him.

“The clients are mostly the people you least expect to. Although they are not people which can afford a whore - lame millionaires or self-proclaimed gangsters. Don’t get me wrong but if they were them they could have just bought the random first person that is willing to do everything they want, for them however the most important is discretion and loyalty.” He started, stopping for a while to take out his phone and quickly search something on it.

With one move he showed you a picture of a man, you strangely knew. Black hair, similar to the blackness of the sky so different from the boy sitting just before you and a beautiful porcelain looking skin. He looked proud, even as a imagine the frozen photo oozing of confidence and power.

You knew those people pretty well, a little too well. Too proud for their own good and too proud to admit their wrongs, making money in such a way to not get attention if they are dirty or not. Familiar contempt towards others. You tried so hard to run away just from people like that, you hoped the clients Jimin was talking about are just the little CEO’s, not that important or dangerous.

And how ironic it was that you yourself are going to willingly put yourself in such a toxic environment again, people that are more influential than politicians and authorities. Next question popping on the side, how the blonde boy survived there without any knowledge.

“I see you can guess about who i’m talking about, and It’s not your first contact with them, right?” He started, brushing his hair once again, a habit you noticed. He needed to admit that your expression put him in uneasiness, look on your face nearly scared like a child that watched horror for the first time. He didn’t want to annoy the topic, leaving it in the air with the restless tension, instead he closed his phone hiding it back into his pocket.

His eyes still on you, your mind somewhere else as the quietness of the room started to spin around. The unanswered question lingered on your tongue, kept in the end of your mouth like some kind of secret. And as you thought it’s the end, the little ping came from the pocket he put his phone into.

“Well, I don’t know If you are interested but there is someone who is willing meet.”

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