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beann-e · 3 years ago

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Bnha Characters reacting to when you quit your job

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your steps were quiet as you tried to work up the energy to unlock your front door. Your hands sweating and cold when you finally got the energy to put the key in the lock a deep exhale leaving your lips when you finally walked in.

Your Body only carrying you to your kitchen counter before you dropped your keys and bag on the same counter your body now rested against.

The room heating up and shifting from the ice quiet atmosphere youd created when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to meet a hard chest

Small kisses being planted on the side of your neck as you let out another sigh of relief as you spoke trying not to drown in the comfort being given to you “ baby “

Your body shook as you heard a deep grunt of acknowledgment “ we — we need to talk “

you felt as another set of kisses were placed to your neck before his head snuggled into the spot between your neck and shoulder “ I— I think I made a mistake“

You bit at your lip as you kept going “ I— I was trying my best to stick up for myself y’know like you told me”

“ mm—and did you“

“ I did —I mean I did stick up for myself and I had to I needed to bu—”

“ slowly losing interest y/n “

you let out a shallow cough “ but I think I did it at the wrong time “

his body stood up a bit straighter head still remaining in the same place somehow “ baby I —i lost my job “

You felt as your boyfriends body went hard almost as if he was trying not to slam your own body into the floor in anger his grip around your waist only getting tighter “ like I said I — I wrong time“

“ wrong time? — y/n wrong place “ he screamed as he jolted your soul out of your already shaken figure. His head flying back to look at you conveying all the anger and annoyance he held, “ what the fuck do we do now “

you let out a small laugh to try to ease the tension “ we — we rely on your hero check ? “

You watched as he sucked his teeth and moved out of the kitchen “ I can barely feed a fucking roach with my salary y/n “ his voice getting louder as he walked into the living room you following closely behind “ i — i can barely feed you — us — y/n this is why we don’t have little crumb snatchers running around now “

his voice deep and heavy “ cause we’re broke do you get that babe ? huh no — fuck — you— fuck fuck fuck you gotta go back — you can’t just be chilling around the fucking house while i’m working my ass off that’s not how starting a family works y/n “

“ baby it’s just until I can get a new job “

“ tch— and how long will that take y/n “

“ well I— “

“ huh months ? “

“ well n— “

“ couple weeks “

“ I mean hopefull— “

“ babe you don’t even fucking know “ he sighed as he griped the skin on the bridge of his nose “ so fucking stupid — so so so fucking stupid “

the room went quiet as your eyes dropped to the ground. “ wel— no — I — I don’t know kats” you shook your head “ I— I really don’t“

“ and that’s the problem y/n “ he screamed eyes finally opening to look at you.

God, he loved you but seriously you just didn’t think sometimes

It’s not that he was calling you stupid it’s just that he really really loved you

He loved that you listened to him. That whenever he gave advice you heard it and went with it.

The night he told you to speak up he was honestly just fucking with you. He always forgets that he has someone who loves him now meaning he’s taken seriously. He always forgets he’s not in high school anymore.

He can’t say something crazy and asshole—ish and expect to just be ignored. He has someone that loves him and will truly listen.

Your not the stupid one

nor the one in the wrong he is

and he knows he is because he heard everything you said about your situation. Yet, he knew you were different from him whereas he had been speaking his mind for years regardless of ranks.

You couldn’t.

You had a job where everything relied on ranks and status. You couldn’t just say whatever the fuck you wanted to like he could and yet he convinced you that night to speak up whenever your boss gave you extra work you didn’t wanna do.

His eyes felt heavy and so did his body his brain automatically beating himself up as he stared at you imagining the rough day youd had. If he was pissed off with the current situation he could only imagine how you felt.

Someone who hated to rely on others yet, now having to rely on their boyfriend.

“ come here “ your eyes lit up at the statement as your tired body wobbled over and into bakugous arms. Head hitting his chest as he crushed you “ I love you and i’m proud of you “

your heart sank.

“ fuck those idiots you only have room for one anyways and hes— fuck trust me I know i’m enough “

Shoto

“ so “

You sat on the couch legs splayed out in front of you and hands playing with the tassels of the pillows placed next to you.

God you loved these pillows. You actually remember the day you bought them.

Y’know back when you had money

“ y/n “ you watched as shoto shifted uncomfortably on the couch next to you “ my love what are you doing home “

He shook his head confused at the body placed comfortably next to his own “ your not supposed to be home for “ he looked down at his watch moving his suit jacket up his arm to create space and to make sure he was seeing the time correctly “ for 7 more hours “

you let out a short laugh “ you sound like you just got caught cheating sho “

his eyebrows crinkled together as he stared at you in disgust “ y/n I would never “

His hand moved to be placed on your thigh “my love is that what you think ? — if that’s why your here then I can assure you tha—I mean honestly if so I would never be stupid enough to disrespect you in our home— you could’ve went to my office at least I mea— “

“ I lost my job shoto “

The air shifted as the hand on your thigh suddenly felt colder than before “ I— I lost my job “

you took a deep breath shaking your head “ it’s a long story on why but i’ve been leaving the house — pretending really— to go to work “

You chuckled “ god i’m sucha bad person “ your small chuckle turned into a hearty laugh as you felt your body go slack “ A fucking horrible timekeeper too if I managed to forget my husband gets off before me on weekends “

“ do not say these things about yourself “

“ it’s not like it’s a lie “ your tear filled eyes coming up to look at his. ” right “

“ I will not stand for this y/n “

“ for what — having an unemployed s/o—i mean you already have one so not much to do about that “

you scoffed “ why don’t you want a housewife ? huh“ you smiled “ I can wear the skirts for you y’know with the aprons cook you dinner and maybe we can have kids y’know we can even get —“

“ enough “

your body shook your eyes widened facing the 6 ft male now towering over you “ your always joking about serious things and I — I don’t understand “ his eyebrows creasing in desperate need to understand you. Eyes darting around your face “ how “

his voice going deeper as he got angrier “ y/n you lost your job“ his eyes grew wide “ do you realize how serious this is “

“ wh— “ you shook your head letting out a short scoff “ of course I do —I mean sho i’m the one who qui—lost it “

“ no you clearly don’t “ he scoffed “ not if your sitting here making jokes in my face “

His mouth quirked up in disgust “ it’s almost insulting — disgusting really “

“ wh— sho—“ you felt as a tear fell from your eye “ baby what could be so disgusting huh ? so ‘ insulting ‘ about me choosing to leave huh “

his eyes softened “ because of your reason to leave “

“ my reason ? “

“ my love I know you — I know you didn’t get fired and I know you wouldn’t just leave you loved it there “

your head dropped as your fiddled with your fingers “ so that means something led you to make that life changing decision and it hurts me that you were forced to make it “

Your heart broke, he was right he was always right, for days at work youd been dealing with an overbearing co worker who would tell you to do everything they didn’t feel like doing and when you finally decided to say no to them

They went and told your boss. Who even though you’d been working there longer than your so called coworker still believed everything they were told.

That was the day that you sadly found out your job favored years over hard work.

Due to the other person being there longer you were trumped in telling your story. It was seen as not necessary because , someone who was there for so long would have no reason to lie on someone like you.

A newbie

“ someone made you quit this job “

“ sho no they— I decided “

You felt as the couch shifted from him kicking it. You thinking he was moving to grab his shoes except walking past them and unlocking the door instead.

“ baby where are you going — we need to talk about how we’re going to split the bills now that i— “

“ i’ll handle it “

“ shoto you can’t put everything on your dads card we’re not “ you let out a soft exhale “ we’re not children anymore “

“ i’ll pay for it all myself — and you can be my little housewife “ he scoffed as your expression grew sour “ it was so funny a moment ago right “

“ shoto i’m not gonna ask again where are you going “

“ where else “

your eyebrows came together in a furrow “ wh— “

“ my love you work for my company ? obviously who ever I put in charge “ he shrugged walking barefoot to his car unlocking the door “ isn’t doing a very good job if they fire their bosses s/o ? “

He got into the drivers seat as he turned the car on and reversed the car “ needs to learn respect no ? so i’ll just have them switch places with you“ he smiled softly “ i’ll see you when I get home “

His once furious eyes turning soft at your body hidden in pajamas “ go inside baby —it’s cold —go order us some takeout i’ll be back in a little ok “

“ sho “

“ just let me handle this —i love you and i’ll be right back my love—go “

You shook your head softly “ go y/n “

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kireimarkeu · 4 years ago

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To You; l.dh

+another repost! did not make any changes to this work :) p.s this is one of my fav fics i have written :)

summary; bored in quarantine, your boyfriend decides to film himself telling you how much he loves you.

3k words

this was like… ½ edited LMFAO so there might,,, be mistakes…??? this was so tiring to make omfg, enjoy!! lol

also i mixed the name donghyuck and haechan bc i couldn’t choose one lmfao ok!!! bye gn enjoy!! :)))))))

warnings: there’s a word f*t in it

+Day 1 3:34PM

Haechan adjusted the camera, making sure he could be seen. Once he was sure the camera was reflecting him properly, he leaned back against his gaming chair.

“Um,” your boyfriend started, looking everywhere but the camera. “This is awkward,” he says, looking back at the camera.

“I started this, since we won’t be able to see each other for a month- because of quarantine,” he explains, “I honestly have no idea what I’m doing right now,” he laughs.

After a few minutes of pure silence, your boyfriend opened his mouth to continue speaking, “I just feel like— I never really show much love to you?”

There were times where your boyfriend would purposely avoid saying ‘I love you’ or avoid holding your hands whenever the both of you were outside. Honestly, you didn’t really mind, knowing Donghyuck was never the type to show affection.

“It’s hard,” he says truthfully, “The boys knows how much I love you, and it sucks that I don’t know how to show you— or tell you, that I love you.”

Haechan bit his lips nervously, “and, I think this video is- or will prove that I love you?”

He wasn’t sure if he was even making sense at this point.

Your boyfriend groaned, throwing his head back, covering his face with his hands. After a while, he looked back at the camera, “you know what, babe? Just watch the whole thing, okay?”

+Day 4 11:47PM

“Hi,” he smiles, letting out a huff, “this is kinda late, I spent the whole night playing games,” he says guiltily, playing with his fingers, looking away from the camera.

He knows that you didn’t like it when he would stay up until ungodly hours just to play games with his friends. You hated how he would put his health aside just to play games.

He brings his hands up to brush his wet hair.

“Uh,” he sighs out loud, pouting. “I feel bad for staying up late last night, so I’m going to spend the whole night with you today,” he laughs.

Another moment of silence pass.

“I don’t know what to say,” he whines.

He sat there in silence, staring at the ground, figuring out on what to say. Should he tell you about his day?

“Well, I woke up at 5PM today,” he tells you, “I ate dinner with my family— mom cooked chicken today!” he says happily, “Then, I went to call you for a bit because I missed you a little too much,” he pouts.

He scratched his head, “then I showered and now this-“ he says, pointing to the camera.

“Um, it has been 4 days and I miss you too much,” he says truthfully, “facetiming isn’t working, I think I’m going crazy,” he laughs.

+Day 5 7:38PM

He was talking halfway, talking about how much he admires you when his phone started ringing.

“Oh?” he turns around to grab his phone from his bed. A smile formed on his face when he saw you facetiming him.

He turned to the camera to show his screen, “Baby, you’re calling me,” he giggles before quickly answering to your facetime.

“Channie~” you whine cutely when your boyfriend answered your facetime, “what are you doing, hyuckie?”

Usually, your boyfriend would complain whenever you would speak in a cute voice, but he secretly likes it. He secretly likes being babied.

He looks at the camera that was recording the both of you.

“Nothing,” he lies, “why did you call me, loser?”

You huff, raising your arms so he could see you laying on the bed. “I’m bored, hyuckie~ entertain me~”

He leans back on his chair, “wanna play games with me?”

Your face beam at his words, “Okay! I’ll get my X-Box ready now.”

Your boyfriend was the one who bought for you the X-Box. Well, it was an old version, but you loved it, nonetheless. It wasn’t like you played daily— you only played with boyfriend.

“I’ll call you in 5, baby,” he tells you, already walking over to turn on the tv.

“Kay, bye-bye, love you, Hyuckie,” you say in a baby voice, bringing your phone closer to press your lips on the camera.

Donghyuck scrunched his nose in disgust, “yeah, yeah,” he says before ending the call.

He quickly grab the camera that was still recording, he moved the camera closer to press a kiss, “I love you too, y/n.”

+Day 7 3:01PM

“Do you remember when you gave me the teddy bear— Oh my gosh, I feel like a youtuber,” he cackles. He shook his head, focusing back to what he was saying.

“So, do you remember when you gave me the teddy bear?” he asks, “wait,” he says, standing up to grab the tiny teddy bear that was sitting on his bed.

You had bought him the bear during your 200th day with him. Donghyuck didn’t really give the reaction you wanted.

“Do you not like it?” you had asked him, disappointment laced in your voice. You didn’t dare look at him, upset with yourself that you had bought something that he didn’t like.

“No, no!” he quickly replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest, the other holding the tiny bear. “I love it,” he says.

You knew it was a lie. He didn’t seem to like it.

“I love it,” he says, “I know I didn’t show like I did at that time, but I need it with me every time I go to bed.”

He scratches his head, regretting his actions that has had happened months ago.

“No one has ever bought me a bear before,” he explains, “and when you bought it for me, it just felt— I felt, I felt happy? I felt fulfilled? Do you know what I mean?”

“I really wanted to tell you that I loved your present, especially when you had bought me another present a few days later,”

‘it was to make up for the previous present’ was your reason.

It broke his heart when you said that while handing him a couple bracelet. He wanted to tell you how much he loved your gift, but it was so hard for him.

“I hated myself for not being able to tell you the truth, it’s hard—and it still is,” he sighs, “I hope by doing this, I can assure you that I love you..?”

+Day 10 9:34PM

He was in the middle of filming himself when his mother comes in.

“Donghyuck-ah, what are you doing? Do you want some fruits?” his mother asks, looking at his son, not noticing the camera perched on the dressing table.

Instead of answering his mother’s question, he grabs the camera to film his mother.

“Eomma, say hello to y/n,” Donghyuck says.

His mother raised her eyebrows in surprised, “hello my dear y/n~ how are you?”

Your boyfriend giggle from behind the camera, “tell her how much you miss her,”

“I think I miss you more than Donghyuck does,” she jokes. “What is this for, Donghyuck-ah?”

Haechan placed the camera back on the dressing table, turning to look at his mum.

“I’m making a video for y/n until quarantine is over,” he explains as his mother walks in, wrapping her arm around her son’s shoulder.

His mother’s heart warmed at his son’s words.

“You’re growing up way too fast, our Donghyuck~” she cooed, pulling your boyfriend’s cheeks as he whined in pain.

You would also pinch his cheeks almost every time the both of you are together. Whenever you had Donghyuck’s cheeks between your fingers, he would whine, pulling away from your grip.

“Eomma! I want strawberries!” he shouts after his mother left his room.

He turns his attention back to the camera, “Anyways—”

+Day 17 2:35AM

“I really like your eyes,” Haechan confesses dreamily, “your eyes are the colour of shit,” he jokes, “but they’re so shiny, baby,”

The first time he realizes he’s in love with your glimmering eyes was when he brought you out on a date to star gaze. You were staring at the sky, a smile plastered on your face, amazed at how beautiful the sky was.

When you noticed your boyfriend staring at you, you turned to face him. Your eyes captured his heart. How could someone have such bright eyes?

“Oh! And when you smile, you make my heart beat like crazy!” he chuckles.

The first thing that caught Hyuck’s eyes when he had a crush on you was your bright smile. He believes that was the main reason that he fell for you. How you would always have a beaming smile plastered on your face everywhere you go.

He thinks it’s adorable.

The small dimples that was on the side of your lips whenever you smile.

And your adorable little laugh he adores so much.

Or the little birthmark you had on the corner of your mouth.

After talking about you for a while, he let out a satisfied sigh, “I’m so whip for you, you know?”

After 17 days of making videos for you, it started becoming easier for him to show his love for you.

“Everything you do makes me go crazy, do you realise that?” he asks you, “do you realize that everything you do makes me happy? No, you don’t have to do anything, your presence makes me melt.”

He laughs at how he was flirting, “you’re probably laughing too,”

His laughter died down, letting out a tired sigh, “well, it’s late and I’m going to go to bed before you nag at me some more,”

He let out a yawn, “goodnight y/n, I love you so much, you don’t know how happy you make me,”

+Day 20 2:56PM

This time, it was different.

He was filming himself at McDonalds drive-thru.

“Guess who’s this for?” he asks the camera, his gaze on the road. “Yes, you.”

He turns to look at the camera for a second before paying attention on the road, “you didn’t ask me to get you anything but I wanted to get something for you,” he explains.

He was lying, this was just an excuse to see you, even for a second. Even if it’s 6 feet apart. Even if there was a glass between the both of you.

“I think you know the reason why I’m buying this for you,” he says, referring to the food. “To make you fat! You’re right, y/n,” he jokes.

That was also a lie. You tend to eat less whenever you’re stressed.

After he found out that you had a project, he knew how stress you would be, and decided to get food, making sure you eat healthily.

Your boyfriend would never fail to remind you how much he loves your body. No matter shape or size. He has always made sure you feel loved with who you are.

“I think you know the real reason why I’m coming over,” he adds. When he reaches a red light, he turns to look at the camera with a pout, “I can’t help it, I miss you too much, y/n,” he says in a baby voice.

He grimaces at his actions, shaking his head disapprovingly, “I am never doing that ever again.”

A few minutes later, he reached your house. He had texted you to that he was waiting for you outside.

It took you a while to come out, but when you did, you had one of his hoodies over your body.

He loves it when you wear his clothes, it makes him feel all giddy.

‘One day, I’m going to wear all of your clothes’ he would say whenever you steal his clothes.

You walked over to his car, “what the hell are you doing here, dummy,” you ask him, maintaining the distance.

He grabbed the bag of food from the passenger’s seat and passed it to you from the window of his car.

“Brought you food, you unappreciative bitch,” he tells you while you walk up to grab the food from him.

You open the bag to see your favourite food, “my favourite food, too?!” you squeal, “Haechan best boyfie~”

He rolls his eyes, “yeah, yeah, go and finish your project,”

You nodded, the smile not leaving your face.

“I’ll facetime you later?” he asks.

“At 11,” you confirmed.

He nods, signalling for you to go back in. You blow a kiss to your boyfriend before turning around to go back in.

He quickly fishes out his camera, filming you walking back in your house.

“Look at my baby all happy because I brought her food,” he says, “enjoy your food, pretty,”

+Day23 6:07PM

“Day 23,” he breathes out. “I didn’t expect it to go by so fast,” he blurts out.

He puffs his cheeks out, “I don’t want to stop making videos for you, but you would just make fun of me for being soft,”

He had started growing content on making videos for you every day.

“But at the same time, I can finally see you after a month, babe!” he says happily. “I can finally hold you in my arms, we can kiss until the world ends, we can also do it,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

Well, he can’t lie he did miss doing it with you.

He sighs, “anyway, when we can finally get together, we can watch movies, then come back to my place and we can cuddle!”

He missed that.

Personally, Donghyuck preferred going over to your place but you preferred going to his place because he had games and a huge bed, and it was just comfortable.

“Ahh,” he groan, “I miss you like crazy! I think I have to end this video early because I wanna facetime you right now,”

He grabs his phone on the table to call you.

“Okay, bye babe, I love you, I’m going to talk to you now!”

+Day 25 4:03AM

“Hi,” donghyuck greet the camera.

Anyone could realise he wasn’t in the best mood.

It took Donghyuck a while to start talking, “we had a fight earlier today,” he says, his voice lace with disappointment and… hurt?

You had texted him just an hour ago, ranting about your homework. When Donghyuck replied to you a minute later, you got angry at him because he was staying up again at ungodly hours.

He didn’t understand why you were so angry because you were awake at the same timing as he is.

“I’m going to give you space, because it’s what you need right now,” he says. “I hope you know I still love you no matter what,”

He bit his lip hesitantly, “I know you don’t like it when I stay up with the boys, but I don’t like you staying up to finish your work either, baby”

He closes his eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I hope you don’t get too stressed over school, eat healthily, and make sure you rest from time to time, babygirl,”

He lets out another sigh before reaching for the camera, “I love you,”

+Day 28 7:36PM

Haechan purses his lips, staring at the camera, “today is a bad day,” he starts.

Today he had woke up a little earlier than normal after talking it out with you a few days ago. He decided to get up early and help his mom with cooking, which only resulted him in getting scolded by his mother for making a mess.

After that, he decided to play games with his friends, however despite playing for 5 hours straight, he didn’t get a single win.

Now, he has tried to contact you, but you have not replied to him. Probably busy with school.

He let out a huff, “take a break y/n,” he whines, “focus on me too~”

Letting out a pout he shakes his head, “kidding babe, get those A’s!”

“Well, now I don’t really have anything to do so I’m going to facetime you again, bye babe!”

+Day 30 10:18AM

“Hyuckie!” you call out, running to your boyfriend. When you reached him, you threw your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, making him stumble back a few steps as he grabs on your waist.

You hid your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. He smells so good.

“You’re not going to let go of me until I say so,” you mumble, tightening your grip around his neck.

He chuckles at you, “I won’t let go of you until you say so,”

Donghyuck was satisfied with having his arms wrapped around your waist, his face covered in your hair.

After a few moments of the both of you just holding each other, you finally pull away from your boyfriend.

“Y/n,” he says, making you hum.

“Wait,” you stop him, making him stare at you with wide eyes as he froze on the spot.

“Can you kiss me first?” you ask. His eyes soften at your request. Your fingers trace his bottom lips, “I miss your pretty lips.”

He smiles at your words and nodded. Pulling you closer by your waist, he pressed his lips against yours. Your hands rest on his chest while you both share a needy kiss.

After a few minutes, you pull away, breathless with crimson red cheeks.

Haechan raised his eyebrows as he resumed, “I made something for you,”

You gasped, “what is it?”

He fishes out a CD player. The CD held videos of him explaining how much he loves and appreciates you throughout the whole month.

He passes you the gift.

“Watch this at home?” he tells you.

You grab the CD from his grip, “okay? What is this all about?”

“Just promise me you’ll watch it at home?” he asks again, staring down at you.

“I will! I will!”

After making videos of himself for 29 days straight, Donghyuck have concluded that he was so utterly in love with you. He was so in love with you that he didn’t know how to express how much he adores you.

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thesolotomyhan · 4 years ago

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Narcos México/Narcos: Dating them would include: (6/7)

real quickly mis amores! I know everyone on this fandom is in love with this king, the man, the myth, and the legend Pacho mf Herrera, so I tried my best to keep gender neutral -I know I’m really bad at that, im sorry! :( I might’ve slipped up on the NSFW part, forgive me, but I hope I did alright, enjoy! :))

Also, I want to thank the lovely queen @cheriehyuck for giving me inspiration on this, sorry to bother you💖 I luv u💫

Tags: @fandomnerd16 , @visintaes , @sheeshgivemeabreak

Warnings: NSFW!

dating Pacho would be so passionate and so full of intense love, it makes my heart hurt

Su vida no está completa sin ti :(

You can’t convince me otherwise that he’s a softy for his partner, he’s able to let his guard down-

Whenever you’re not with him, he can be the most serious mf there is, he’ll be constantly clenching his jaw and carrying a scowl on his face,,,

But, when you are with him, he’s smiling nonstop with the biggest fucking heart eyes -he’s whipped , no one can make him feel that way other than you-

There is never a dull moment with him,, he’s always making you laugh with the things he’ll whisper into your ear

Can you imagine him doing this shit in front of Miguel Angel tho?

Like the way he’ll hug you and whisper to you as he stares down Miguel, who’s already scared shitless with your appearances

It only makes Felix sweat even more when he sees you laugh as Pacho smiles down at you and back to Miguel, -

He always has his hands resting on your waist as he walks around with you with the smugest look on his face,,,

God, he doesn’t even have to introduce you to anyone because they already know who you are, like they’re already getting up to kiss your cheek and welcome you both- the power*

He’s so soft for you, anything you need or want, he’s doing it for you with the smallest smile, no questions asked

Like, you’ll both be at a party and then you’ll mention that you want a drink from the bar and he’s getting up so fast, he almost knocks over the whole fucking table to get you your drink

I can see Chepe roasting the shit out of Pacho for that, like

“Hijueputa, Pacho, con calma, no se va ir la cantina”

Then like Gilberto’s wise ass is cutting in like,

“Chepe, pues, son pajaritos enamorados, dejenlos, tu ya pasaste por eso”

He would get so much shit for the things he’s willing to do for you, but if it makes you happy, then you best believe he’ll do it again.

And honestly the Cali cartel live for seeing how you just have to snap your fingers and Pacho’s already moving,

God, they listen like chismosos when you talk about your and Pacho’s relationship, they’re invested, -

Pacho is a fashion icon ™,,, so you best believe he has the best, top of the line outfits for you, :))

Taking you out for dates is one of his favorite things to do honestly,,

He’s making sure you enjoy everything he has to offer and is always surprising you with the most elegant gifts and surprises porque el amor de su vida se lo merece

God, can you imagine him bringing live musica to your dates so he can dance with you,

“Bailamos, mi amor?” -the way he’ll smile at you as he extends his hand out to you is everything

Speaking of,,, dancing dates! :D

At all hours of the day, he’s always down to take you dancing

You two are the shining stars at parties/clubs because wow- the way your bodies just turn into one with your perfect moves -

You’ll have everyone drooling at just how phenomenal you both look together, especially with the way you both look at each other, like it’s only the two of you in the room-

Pacho loves taking you on luxurious vacations, he’s all about that,, nothing beats the feeling of just getting you all to himself on a beautiful landscape, far away from Cali and business,

*Protective Pacho*,, holy shit would he take your security seriously

If someone even looks at you wrong, he’s not letting them breathe for another second longer

I can’t even imagine how protective he gets after Gilberto’s daughters wedding incident

The world fucking stops as he walks up to your crying form,,

The way he’ll cradle your head into his neck and hug you-

“No llores, mi vida, estamos bien” - literally shaking in anger that someone almost hurt you and took you from him-

ok can you imagine the way you’ll try to stay up for him when he’s away for dirty business, making sure he came home in one piece,,

The preocupacion he has when he sees you’re still awake, “amor, que haces todavía despierta/o?”

Fuck, the way you’ll both hold eachother has me shaking,- you’ll be holding his face, making sure he isn’t hurt

As he has his hands resting on top of yours

“Estoy bien, amor” -let me go sob

But the times you accidentally do fall asleep, he’ll come up to you and softly kiss your forehead as he carefully settles in beside you- I can’t

Pacho buying you a home for the both of you-

Idk, he just wants to express how he never wants to live without you, he wants to come home to you everyday,, 🥺

I definitely see him just spacing off when he watches you, like when you’re getting ready for bed and he’s already waiting for you to come to lay next to him,,,

You feel him staring as you look over your shoulder and smile at him,,, again the softness

“Te vez magnifica/o”

The small smile he has as he pulls you on top of him- i need to stop

NSFW:

Helmer ‘Pacho’ Herrera, a fucking sex icon, here we go

I have so many scenarios, so bear with me,,

He’s not one to ever turn down a blowjob, like, wow, you his innocent flower, choking on his cock, is a sight that will never leave his memory,,

To be honest, I can see him relaxing out on the balcony or something, with a drink in his hand,, breathing out a content sigh as he looks down at you, gagging on him as he slowly thrusts into your mouth-

Moving your hair out of your face as he smirks at you,,

“Eso, mi amor, asi me gusta que estes” -ok

The eye contact is what’s making me weak, your watery eyes locking with his dilated ones as his thrusts become more rough,,,-

GOD, does this man make sex so fucking passionate

Like, you’ll be desperately trying to take his clothes off, as he just laughs and continues to kiss you, not bothering to take your clothes off yet,,

I just know he’s taking his damn time when he gets you on the bed,slowly taking off your clothes, caressing your whole body, making you lose all your patience as your practically begging him to just fuck you, tears of frustration coming out when he stops your hips from moving,,

“Dime cuanto me necesitas, mi vida, y ya te lo meto” I-

He’s not doing anything until he has you babbling and whimpering about how much you need him-

The way he’ll harshly grip your hip as he brings your leg to wrap around his waist and places his hand around your throat when he pushes into you-

ok so I don’t see Pacho as a “love making” type, nope, I see him going in rough with no time to adjust, the lust is just too overpowering

He has you whining from how fast but so good his rough pace is making you feel-

“No que me necesitabas? No hagas eso, no llores, te estoy cuidando, mi amor”

as he’s reaching in between your bodies to stimulate you even more- oh god

He’ll get lost in the feeling of you moaning his name and leaving marks on his back as he mercilessly pounds into you

Fuck, or the way he’ll pull you by your hair when you bite down on his shoulder,, as he hastily kisses you, drowning out your moans-

Another thing that really gets him going is when he grabs both of your hands and holds them above your head with one on his hands as he pounds you into the bed-

The way you’ll arch into him because you just need to feel more of him,,

Riding Pacho- h o ly shit,,

he loves seeing how you’ll try to urgently get yourself off on top of him,

he’ll let you do all the work as he sits there and caresses your body, smirking at how your bounces become more desperate

the chuckle he lets out when your movements falter and begin to grind your hips on his instead as you grip his hand like an anchor

“pensé que dijiste que podrías aguantar, sigue adelante, amor, sé que puedes "

As he pulls your body closer and drags his thumb to stimulate your clit,,, he’ll thrust up into you as you wrap your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself -wow

This man has no vergüenza , he’s fucking you out in the patio or balcony where he just knows at any minute his servants can see you,, someone kick me out

He’s had you wear only his fancy shirts at times because he lives and breathes for the sight of that,,,

I’m sorry, but he gets rock hard when he sees you walking around in his things-

Ok, so you all know that scene when he called Miguel about his cocaine shipment being ready as he revved up his motorcycle- hot

Can you imagine, instead of that, this mf would call Miguel in the middle of having you screaming his name absurdly loud-

He would have his fingers inside of you as he stares at how your trying to silently thrash on his bed, gripping his wrist, as he just talks normally to Miguel about how his 70 tons are ready,,,

He’ll curl his fingers just to have you scream his name as he lightly chuckles-

the uncomfortness from Miguel’s end has Pacho smugly saying,

"¿qué ?, vos nunca tuviste a alguien gritando tu nombre por el placer que le das, Miguelito?” -ok

Morning Sex is thinggg

Like, it’s the best way to start the morning with you moaning out his name with the view of the hacienda through the ‘window’

You two were already naked from last night, so why not take advantage of that,,

god, can you imagine the both of you laying on your sides, facing the window, where you can barely see your reflection,,

he’s resting your leg on his inner elbow, slowly thrusting from behind you, kissing your neck,,

“Buenos dias amor, como dormistes? Hm”

His hand is traveling between your legs to help get you off quicker

he just admires how your moaning out his name, letting your head fall back on him,,

- he’ll be gradually picking up the speed of his thrusts and hand as he forces you to look at him, wanting to see how you fall apart- i need help

#narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico imagines #narcos imagine #pacho herrera x reader #pacho herrera #narcos mexico #narcos: mexico #narcos

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My Only Sunshine - Chapter 1

Liv is as human as they come – faults and all. After a dark experience in her past, she is determined to live life on her own terms, and never let anyone claim her as theirs again. This becomes an issue, when she meets a 1000-yearold vampire, who is dead-set on claiming her as his own.

TW: Blood

It was a warm night, and I was wearing my favorite summer dress, seated on a velvet couch, in an old house.

“Well, miss Sunday. Thank you very much for coming all the way out here to speak to me. I’ll go over your resumé one more time, but I think I’ve heard all I need”. The dark-haired, pale man gave me a friendly smile. I knew better than to reach out my hand for him to shake, and simply got up to stand, and nodded at him. “Thank you, Mr. Compton”, I smiled. “Just let me know if there’s anything else you need… So, interview over?”. “Interview’s over”, he said. “Good! Calling you Mr. Compton was getting weird!”, I laughed. “Well, you did insist”. “It was a job-interview. It was only proper”, I shrugged.

Bill Compton walked me to his front door, and I was about to say goodbye, when he halted, just before going for the doorknob. “There is one thing, I wanted to ask you; and seeing as you’ve been so forthcoming with me, on everything else…”. The vampire narrowed his eyes at me. “What?”, I said. “Why did you decide to apply for the position as my day-person?”, he asked. I smiled embarrassedly. “Honestly… I need the money”, I said. “I’ve been hoping to pay down my student loan, but taking up extra shifts down at Merlotte’s just isn’t cutting it”.

“That’s not what I meant”, he said. “You just don’t strike me as the type of person to take a job for a vampire”. He raised an intrigued brow at me. “Not enough fang marks on me?”, I chuckled. The vampire chuckled, and it seemed that if he’d been able to blush, he would have. “You’re offering a good salary for what seems like an easy job; and one that I can do while still staying on with Sam. The fact that you’re a vampire doesn’t really matter to me”. “Why not?”, he asked. “Why should it?”, I retorted. “Some might say it’s dangerous to work for one of us”, the vampire said. “You’re no more likely to hurt me than any other vampire around – or human for that matter��, I said. “Besides; Sookie speaks highly of you, and I trust her”. “Well, she speaks highly of you as well”, he said.

He seemed to think for a moment, before coming to a conclusion. “If you want this job, it’s yours”, he said. My jaw dropped. “Really?”, I asked. The vampire confirmed it with a nod. “Thank you, Bill. You won’t regret it…! One thing, though… Day-person? Can’t we call it… secretary? Or assistant?”. He chuckled warmly as he opened the door for me to leave. “Please come by tomorrow. I’ll have a list for you with some things I need handled”, Bill said, as I went down the steps of the porch. “8 pm?”, I asked. “That sounds perfect”, Bill said. “See you then”. He handed me back the “resumé”, which I’d written on the back of a paper placemat from Merlotte’s. As I took it, I got a slight papercut on my finger. “Shit”, I muttered. Bill smiled slightly. “Would you like me to fetch you a band-aid?”. “Nah…”, I said, and looked at the trickle of blood. “You hungry?”, I teased. “I think Sookie might have a problem with me feeding from a friend”. “Alright”, I shrugged.

I began fishing my car keys out of my bag, and cursed to myself, as they fell from my hand, and landed in the gravel on the ground. I was about to crouch to pick them up; when I felt a gush of wind, and suddenly stood nose to chest with a very tall man. I had to tilt my head back to look him in the eyes. They were bright blue, and had a sharpness to them. “Hello”, he said, a cheery mischievous tone to his voice. “Hi”, I said, and went to pick up my keys again. The man – vampire, I realized – held them out to me, before I even so much as bent over. “Fuck, you’re fast”, I gasped. He put the keys in my outstretched hand, and grabbed my wrist, to look at my bleeding finger. “When I want to be”, he smiled. “Bill, who is this? Introduce us”.

Bill stepped of his porch, and walked warily towards us. “Eric Northman… This is Liv Sunday”. I found it hard to break eye contact with the tall vampire, mostly because he was one of the most handsome people I’d ever met. “Liv”, Eric said. He dragged out the sound of my name, pronouncing it Leev. “Yours…? She smells… pure”. I managed to look away, and turned my gaze to Bills face instead. His jaw was clenched. “My assistant”, Bill repeated, put a hand on my arm, and went to stand half way in front of me. The tall vampire let go of my wrist. “Off limits”. “I’m a big girl, Bill", I said. “I can speak for myself". “Yes, she’s a big girl, Bill", Eric smiled. “Let her speak for herself". I frowned at the tall vampire, and shook my head. “That means you too, Vlad", I said. A grin ghosted his face.

Eric leaned his head forwards, and burrowed his eyes even deeper into mine. “Liv… You’re interesting”, he said. “Please. Tell me more about you”. “Eric!”, Bill growled. “Why have you come?”. “To discuss matters surrounding the conference. It is election year, after all”, the other vampire replied, never taking his eyes off mine. “Now stop interrupting my conversation with… Liv”. The vampire-testosterone was heavy in the air, and I swallowed hard. “Maybe some other time”, I said. “Oh come now…”, Eric smiled, his eyes digging even deeper. I frowned at him. “I said no!”, I sneered. The tall vampire seemed taken aback, and Bills eyes widened. “Ok… I’m just gonna go”, I said.

Bill followed me all the way over to my car, and held the door for me as I climbed in. I opened the window to let some air into the cabin. “Drive safely now”, Bill said. “See you at 8 tomorrow. I’ll give your regards to Sookie”. Eric smiled at me. “It was nice meeting you, Liv”, he said. “Until next time”. His intense gaze made heat pool in my lower stomach, and I had to consciously tell myself to put the key in the ignition.

I drove home to my one-bedroom rental feeling happy that I’d nailed my job interview; and stirred from meeting Eric. I supposed he always had that influence on people; Bill probably just turned his mojo down, because he had Sookie, and didn’t need to impress people in the same way. Bill was the second vampire I’d met that I’d actually spoken to, since they came out of the coffin. Eric was the third, so I didn’t have much to compare him too; but I read magazines as much as the next person.

When I got inside, I took a cold shower; trying to shake the meeting out of my system. Before I climbed into bed, I checked my messages, and saw that Sookie had sent me a text, congratulating me on my new side-gig with Bill. I sent her one back, thanking her for hooking me up with the interview.

Sookie had been a good friend every since I got to town. I’d been down on my luck since leaving San Diego; but Bon Temps had been good to me so far. I had a waitressing job at Merlotte’s, on top of the one I’d just gotten with Bill – taking care of the things he needed done during the daylight – and some good friends in Sookie and Bill; and even my other boss; Sam. I’d even go so far as calling Sookies brother, Jason, a friend – even if he did try getting me into bed with him, whenever he could. I think the fact that I was so fervent in my dismissal of him, made him have some weird kind of respect for me. I was happy – settled, even. The last thing I needed was some blonde hottie trying to get in my pants; it didn’t matter if his name was Jason Stackhouse – or Eric Northman for that matter.

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I slept in the next day, as my meeting with Bill had been quite late – or should I say, early, as I’d not been home until 3 am. My shift at the bar was a slow one, which was good for Terry, who was having one of his bad days in the kitchen. All 6 hours dragged along in a manner so boring, it was a relief when 7 pm. came along, and Arlene came to take over from me.

Arriving back at the Compton house, I was met in the door by Sookie. “Hey, Liv! Come on in!”, she grinned. “Bill’s in the living room”. “Is it your night off, Sook’?”, I asked. “Uh huh”, she said. “Bill’s taking me to dinner”. We walked into the living room, where Bill was waiting, with a somber look on his face. “Liv… I would like to apologize for Erics behavior last night”, he said. “He didn’t do anything wrong”, I said. “It’s not the first time someone’s flirted with me”. “Eric Northman flirted with you?”, Sookie chuckled. “And you didn’t end up with your legs around his waist?”. I mock scoffed. “I am a lady”, I said. “I tend to throw them around a man’s neck first”. Sookie punched my shoulder. “Slut!”, she grinned.

Bill looked very seriously at the both of us. “This is no laughing matter, ladies. Eric glamoured you!”, he said. I shook my head in confusion. “He didn’t…”, I said. “I saw him… He was using his glamour on you”, Bill repeated fervently. “I really don’t think he did. At least I didn’t feel anything happening”, I tried again. “Jeez… I worked for you for five minutes; and you’re already acting like my daddy”, I said.

The vampire looked confused, but Sookie broke the tension, by reminding him they had reservations. “You’re right, of course; sweetheart”, Bill said, and took a piece of paper from the coffee-table. “I made this list for you. On the top here is making an appointment with an electrician. I’ve been having some flickering lights in the kitchen. Of course, I don’t use it much, but I do want it working… Then there’s this case of TruBlood O-neg. The all-night supermarket won’t be getting another shipment for at least a week, and I can’t…”. “Honey? We’re late!”, Sookie sighed. “Where are you going?”, I asked. “A place in Shreveport. Ky-auntie”, Sookie smiled. “Chianti”, Bill said. “And you’re right. Let’s go”.

We all left the house, and walked to our respective cars, when I remembered something. “Hold up!”, I called out. I ripped some of the paper from the list, and quickly wrote down my phone number with an eyeliner from my purse. I ran over to Bill with it. “Here. You never got my number. Just in case anything else comes up”, I said. “Thank you”, Bill smiled. “Any big plans for you tonight?”, he asked. “I have a date with my neighbor’s cat. At least I think he belongs to my neighbor. He might be a stray… We eat tuna together on Thursdays”, I sighed. “I thought you were allergic to cats”, Sookie said from inside the BMW. “Our love is complex… and I take pills”, I said. “Go on now. Have fun”.

I waved them off, as they drove away; and got into my own car. It stalled a few times, before finally starting up, and I could drive home – just in time for my date with Mr. Whiskers. He was only mildly annoyed when I came out the back door 3 minutes late, with his bowl. “Sorry I’m late, honey”, I said. “I had a vampire to tend to”. The cat wailed at me, and attacked the tuna like it hadn’t eaten in weeks.

I lit a cigarette, and sat down on the steps, leaning against the screen door, reading a magazine. Some of my neighbors were having a party, and I enjoyed the music coming out of the window. It was a warm night, but not many mosquitos around. I was happy to be left alone from the little bloodsuckers, when my phone vibrated, and I found myself summoned by a large one. - Need you in Shreveport asap. Bill

I frowned at the phone. - I’m your day person. Nights are off limits.

- Fangtasia. Be there in an hour.

- Remind me to ask for a raise BOSS!, I replied; stomped out my smoke, and went back into the house to look up the address of whatever the hell Fangtasia was. Google let me know it was a vampire bar. Dinner must have been over quickly, and Bill had probably taken Sookie for a drink. I looked down at the attire I was currently wearing, and decided that if Bill insisted on being a jerk-boss, I’d be a jerk employee; and show up in cut off shorts, and ABBA t-shirt – that was fifty sizes to big, and hung off my shoulder – hopefully embarrassing him in front of his friends.

I cursed at Bill all the way to Shreveport. “Stupid vampire, ruining my date with Mr. Whiskers”, I muttered to myself, as I parked my rusty car next to a flashy convertible on the parking lot of the bar. There was a line down to the door, going all the way around the corner of the building. A blonde woman with a bored expression on her face stood at the entrance, turning away anyone she didn’t see fit for entry. I sent Bill a text, letting him know I was outside, and had no intention of waiting in line. He’d have to meet me in the lot.

I leaned against my car, kicking at a stray paper cup on the ground, when a cold finger poked my shoulder. I looked up into the face of the blonde woman. She was striking up close. “Liv Sunday?”, she said, sounding as bored as she looked. “Yeah?”, I said. She gave me an insincere smile. “Follow me…”.

She led me to the entrance of the bar, and a burly doorman lifted the red rope for us so we could walk inside. A song with heavy bass was leading some scantily clad dancers on podiums, and the air was heavy with cheap perfume and sexual frustration. The blonde led me to a table, and waved over a black clad waitress. “Order whatever you want on the house. Ginger will sort you out”, she said. The waitress smiled brightly at me. I shook my head. “No, I’m here to meet Bill”, I said confusedly. The woman rolled her eyes, and walked away. I would have given her the finger, if I wasn’t worried, she’d bite it off. “What can I get you?”, the waitress, Ginger, asked. “The most expensive thing you have that isn’t blood”, I sighed. “Long Island Ice Tea, coming right up!”, she grinned, and walked away; tugging at her tiny top as she did.

I took my phone out of my pocket, and saw I had a new text from a number I didn’t know. - Hello Liv. This is Bill Compton. I would like to extend my gratitude to you for accepting the position as my assistant. I’m writing this as Sookie is powdering her nose; as to not interrupt our evening together. Could I please ask you to add to the list, that I need to get in touch with a florist who knows where to get some sunflowers? Sookie likes them. Thank you very much.

I was deeply confused at this point, and not a little worried. If Bill hadn’t been the one to summon me to Fangtasia, then I was currently in a strange bar, surrounded by vampires, without a companion; just sitting around like a delicious crab leg on a buffet table. Sure, there were humans around, but they all seemed more focused on getting the attention of vampires, than helping me out, if needed be. I texted Sookie. - What’s Bills number? I think someone texted me, pretending to be him.

She responded quickly. - Who? Are you ok? Where are you?

I wrote back. - No idea. I’m in some place called Fangtasia.

I was still holding my phone, when Ginger returned with my drink, and set it down. She seemed about to say something to me; when suddenly she bowed reverently. “Master…”, she said, sounding like she was having a strange sort of orgasm.

I looked up, and saw that Eric Northman was standing by the table, with the blonde female vampire next to him. He gave me a slight smile, and sat down across from me; relaxing against the backrest of the chair. “Jag är inte din budbärare, bare för at du vil knulla en liten människa!”. The blonde seemed annoyed, but I didn’t understand her words. “Slapna av, Pam. Det här är annorlunda”, Eric said. “Fika på hende, då. I don’t give a shit. Just don’t ask me again”, she snarled. ”Pamela!”, Eric said firmly. “Leave us”.

“What’s up her ass?”, I muttered. “Pam doesn’t take it up the ass; she gives it”, Eric said matter-of-factly. I narrowed my eyes at him. “You texted me…”, I said. “I did”, Eric said. “Go away, Ginger”. The waitress backed away, her eyes still on the floor. “Master. Yes, master”. I raised my brows. “Wow…”. I met Erics eyes hesitantly. “Why am I here?”. “Because I wanted to see you…”, he said. He dipped a finger into my drink, and licked it. “Don’t drink this. Someone put drugs in it”.

I swallowed hard – a sudden flashback striking me, taking me to a place I didn’t want to go. “Liv?”, Eric said. “What?”, I snapped. The vampire seemed taken aback. “You’re very brave”, he said. “I don’t know what you mean”, I muttered. “Speaking to me like that… and the text you sent me back, when you thought I was Bill. You obviously don’t know a lot about vampires”. I shrugged, trying my best to seem at ease with the conversation.

“How did you get my number?”, I asked; pushing the drink away gingerly. “I’m not listed”. “I flew over Bills house, as you wrote it down”, Eric said. “I have very good eyesight. You used a .01 Ultra Black eyeliner”. “That’s kind of creepy”, I said. “You’re a flying, creepy guy”. Eric laughed heartily, the sound coming from deep within his chest. “You’re funny”, he said. “It’s like you have no sense of self-preservation”. “Well, I figure you didn’t go through all the trouble of flying over Bills house to get my number; just so you could kill me”, I said. “At least… I hope you didn’t”. Eric looked towards the bar, at the tender behind it. “Chow, get her a fresh one. Make sure it’s drug free”, he said, so quietly, I almost didn’t hear it. I realized the bartender must be a vampire as well; that was the only way he’d be able to hear him. “You don’t have to… I’m fine, really”. “It’s no trouble", Eric assured me. “This is my bar after all. It’s in my interest to keep the patrons happy". “I’m not a patron…”, I said.

Eric ignored my words. “Your t-shirt… I like it”, he said. “I’m related to the blonde, you know…”. “You’re Swedish?”, I asked. A fresh drink appeared in front of me, and I looked at it hesitantly. “It’s safe”, Eric said. “Yes, I’m originally from Sweden…”. “So, you were speaking… Swedish, before?”. Eric nodded. “You name, Liv; it’s actually the Swedish word for life”. “Huh…”, I muttered. “I always thought it was kind of geriatric”. Erics eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. “Quite the opposite… It suits you. You seem full of life”. I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and took a sip from the straw. The drink was delicious. “And… when are you from? If you don’t mind me asking”. “Are you asking how old I am?”, Eric smiled. I blushed, and took a second sip. “I am a little over 1000 years old”.

I choked on my drink, and suddenly, Eric was next to me; gently patting my back with one hand, and holding mine with the other. “Are you alright?”, he said worriedly. “Yeah, I’m fine”, I croaked. I looked up into his eyes, and saw true concern. “Really”, I smiled. Eric sat back down on the chair opposite me; still holding on to my hand. His own was cool, but not cold. I guessed he’d recently fed.

I bit my lip. “Are you really 1000 years old?”, I asked in a whisper. “Yes”, Eric confirmed. “I was a Viking”. My eyes widened. “Like with the… pillaging, plundering and… raping?”, I said. Eric smiled smugly. “I didn’t need to rape to bed a woman; or a man for that matter”. “Huh…”, I said; and took a deep sip from my drink. “Well, you do have that tall, blonde and handsome thing going for you”. He ran his thumb over my knuckles. “You find me handsome?”, he said. “Every person in this room finds you handsome”, I retorted; rolling my eyes. I looked towards a nearby table, where a young woman with obviously dyed black hair was starring at us. When her eyes darted towards me, she looked like she wanted to scratch my eyes out.

“Tell me about you…”, Eric said. “Why?”, I asked. “Because it’s only fair”, the viking-vampire said. “In the last ten minutes, I’ve told you my age, occupation, sexual orientation; and I’ve saved you from getting drugged". I was painfully aware that Eric probably had a million different ways of getting what he wanted from me, but for some strange reason, I didn’t think he’d use any of them. Not yet anyway. None the less, I still didn’t see his reason for wanting to know. “I meant, why are you asking?”, I said.

Eric played absentmindedly with my fingers – or maybe not so absentmindedly; as he seemed to know exactly where and how to stroke my fingers in a way, that sent signals straight to my core. "You’re interesting“, he said. “And Bill interrupted me before I could finish my glamour on you, to get you to tell me". I chuckled softly. “You didn’t glamour me", I said. “Of course I did", Eric retorted. “Sorry, but I think you have little too much faith in your own abilities“.

He let go of my hand, and sat back straight in his chair. For a long time, he didn’t speak, just starred at me, before his pupils suddenly dilated, and a tranquil and yet almost flirtatious expression spread over his face. “Liv…”, he said softly. “Tell me; what’s your favorite sexual position?”. My jaw dropped. “That’s absolutely none of your business!”, I growled. Eric looked completely confused, and even paler than his usual pasty shade. He furrowed his brows, and moved his head forwards; almost crouching in his chair, as to reach my eye-level. “You want to tell me, Liv", he said, his voice alluring. Abso-fucking-lutely I wanted to tell him; but not under our current circumstances. As it was, Eric was being completely inappropriate, and I had no intention of continuing our conversation. I stood up. “Thanks for the drink. Now, if you don’t mind, please go to hell".

I walked towards the door, and made it halfway through the crowd, when suddenly, Eric was standing in front of me. He looked almost enraged, and towered over me menacingly; starring into my eyes so hard, I could almost feel it physically. “Liv. You want to tell me about yourself", he boomed. “I want to go home!”, I hissed, trying to pass the imposing vampire. He moved slightly, making me have to brush against his chest with my shoulder. Eric’s hand was suddenly on my upper arm. I froze in place, as he lifted my hair slightly, breathing in my scent. “What are you?”, he asked in a low voice, his cool breath sending annoyingly pleasurable shivers down my spine. I looked up into his eyes again; and jumped a bit, when his fangs popped out. The deepest, darkest part of me wanted to put my finger to one of them, and see how sharp they were.

“Eric!”, Bills voice boomed over the music. Sookie came out from behind him, walked straight up to the 6’4 inches vampire, and hit him over the shoulder with her purse. “Looks like that’s two dates you’ve ruined tonight”, I said. Eric smiled. “But ours was going so well”, he said; his fangs retracting again. “This wasn’t a date…”, I said. “This was you tricking me into meeting you”, I hissed. “You had another date tonight?”, he asked, darkness ghosting his face. I gave him a sarcastic smile, and pulled my arm out of his grasp, stomping out of the club, past Pam. She looked amused at the situation, and stepped back to let me get to the parking lot.

With shaking hands, I opened my car door. Bill and Sookie weren’t far behind me. “I am very sorry, Liv”, Bill said. “Had I known there was a chance Eric would…”. “Forget it, Bill”, I said. “I’ll take care of the things on your list tomorrow. Right now, I just want to go home… I’m sorry I ruined your date”. “It’s not your fault”, Sookie said earnestly. “Do you want us to follow you home in Bills car?”. “No, I’ll be fine… Just, go salvage whatever you can of your night”, I said. I gave Sookie a half hug, and nodded at Bill.

Eric was staring at my car, as I drove away. I saw him exchanging a few words with Pam, before he went back inside Fangtasia.

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I had the next day off from Merlotte’s, and after I – once again – slept in, I had plenty of time to take care of my errands for Bill. When I got back home from having dropped of a case of O-neg on his porch, I texted him the info of an electrician and a florist who could help him out with his other requirements.

My mail had arrived while I was gone, and as I got ready for a night of serving beer, I looked through the bills and catalogues; finding among them an envelope without sender. Inside was a picture of a young woman in a seductive pose, wearing very little. I recognized myself immediately. It had been taken my last night at my old job at Sugar and Spice – a night I didn’t remember much from, due to a drink I should never have accepted. I almost fell into a kitchen chair, and shuddered. I put my hand to my chest, remembering the wound I’d earned that night.

He’d found me. I wasn’t surprised. Though my number and address weren’t listed, if Thomas wanted something, he’d get it; he had a way of talking himself in to things. Either that, or he’d use brute force. The thing that made me confused, was the fact that Thomas wasn’t even supposed to remember me. I was supposed to be just another dancer he’d taken pictures of, at the club.

I was startled when my phone suddenly rang. I picked it up, when I saw it was Sam. “Hey…”, I croaked. “Hey, Luce’… I’m really sorry to ask you this, but Coby has the mumps, and Arlene needs to…”. “You need me tonight?”, I asked, almost hopefully. I didn’t want to be alone. “You’d be doing me a big favor…”, Sam said. “I’ll be there”. “Thanks, cher’. I’ll give you tomorrow off instead”, he replied in a relieved voice. “No problem what so ever”, I said. “I’ll be there in a few”. I hung up, and hurried getting ready for work.

Merlotte’s was full of people; which was pretty typical for a Friday night. The tips would be pretty good, and I wouldn’t have to be alone with my thoughts. Sookie handed me a clean apron, and I tied it around my waist, avoiding her gaze. “You seem out of sorts”, she muttered, as I tied up my hair in a bun. “Seem? Or are you listening in…?”, I said. She looked suddenly sad. “I’m sorry, Sookie… It’s been a hard day”. She smiled a little. “I can’t read you as well as I can some other people, you know”, she said. “Whatever comes through, is usually just colors and emotions. But they’re pretty intense, so I try to avoid them”. “Why?”, I asked. “I don’t know”, she shrugged. “It’s just like that with some folks… Makes it easier to be your friend, though”. I squeezed her hand, and walked out to take some orders.

Hoyt and Jason were nursing beers in a corner, and I walked over to check on them. “Everything good here?”. “Much better, now you’re here”, Jason winked. “You know, I saw your car out back. It ain’t looking good. I’d be happy to give you a ride, when you clock out”. “I’m sure you would, but I’m not in the mood for crabs tonight”. Hoyt laughed heartily, and Jason smiled and shook his head. “Any food for you gentlemen?”, I asked. “LaFayette has some gumbo cooking tonight”. “Sounds good. Hoyt?”, Jason said. “Two bowls, then”, Hoyt smiled. “Coming right up”, I said, and took their order to the serving hatch; winking at LaFayette in the kitchen.

For the next few hours, I pushed away all thoughts of possessive men, and focused on earning my wages. Bill stopped by to give Sookie a kiss, and thanked me for my help so far; leaving me another list. “Just some time next week, will be fine”, he said. “You’re welcome to text me, Bill”, I said. “I dislike using the keys to type”, the vampire grumbled. “I prefer the old-fashioned way of writing”. “Did you use a quill?”, I asked, giving him a sly smile. “Just a no. 2 pencil”, he retorted. “And once again; I’m sorry…”. I groaned. “Please, stop… Nothing happened. I’m perfectly fine”.

Sookie gave me a slight look, which Bill caught immediately. “You’re not. What is wrong?”. “Sookie!”, I sighed. “Sorry! You’re pretty much radiating fear, honey”, she said. Bill looked at me earnestly. “I will do my best to keep you safe from Eric”, he said. “I don’t want you to worry about him”. “I’m not scared of Eric… No more than the next person, anyway”, I assured him; and walked towards the bar, to grab a tray of beers. Sookie followed me there. “What, then?”, she asked. I clenched my jaw. “Could you give this to Jane Bodehouse? I’m gonna go take my break”, I said.

I almost ran out the back door, and lit a cigarette. Sam was putting a bag of trash in the container, when I got there. “Everything alright?”, he asked. “Why is everyone asking me that?”, I almost snarled. Sam seemed taken aback. “Sorry… I’m just… It’s been a day”. “We all have those”, Sam said. “You want to talk about it?”. “Not really”, I said.

Sam scratched his head. “How’s it going, working for Bill Compton?”, he asked. “Fine, so far. It’s an easy gig”, I said. “Don’t worry, it won’t get in the way of my work here”. “I know. I just worry about you, is all”, he said. “You’ve had a strange look on your face all night”. I sighed deeply, not wanting to give away too much. “I got word from an old… acquaintance”, I said. “I’d hoped to avoid it”. “Ex?”, Sam muttered. “Not really…”. I swallowed hard. “Sam… If I… If some day I don’t come in to work… It’s not because I’m playing hookie”. “That sounds ominous…”, Sam said. “Just… I like this job. Bon Temps”, I said. “I’m happy here. So, if suddenly, I’m not around… I didn’t just skip town, ok?”. Sam walked up to me, and put a hand on my shoulder. “Liv, talk to me. What’s going on?”. Sookie stuck her head out. “Sam, we need to call Jane’s son again. She’s passed out on the pool table…”. Sam rolled his eyes, and went back inside, leaving me to smoke in peace.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I had a text; from Eric, of all people. - When can I see you again?

I rolled my eyes. - How do I know you’re not watching me now?

The reply came within seconds. - You don’t. But I’m not. Do you want me to? I decided against replying, and went back inside – chiding myself for indeed wanting that.

When I got back home, I collapsed on my bed fully clothed – but not before having checked to see if all windows and doors were safely closed and locked. Even without A/C, I’d rather sweat than risk someone coming into the house while I slept.

My phone vibrated, and when I saw who was calling, I picked it up. “What?”, I said. “Why haven’t you replied to my messages?”, Eric said. Loud music was thundering in the background. I looked at the screen of my phone, and saw that I had multiple unread texts. “Because I was working. And because I didn’t want to”, I said. That last part was a lie. “What are you wearing?”, he asked. “A leather garter belt, and a top hat”, I sneered. “Really?”. I could hear his smile. “No. Goodnight, Eric”. “Read your messages”, he managed to say, before I hung up.

I more or less had to pry my eyes open to read the messages the vampire had sent me. - I’m not used to have my messages ignored. Well, get used to it, I thought. - I could come by your job. Just say the word. - I want to see you soon. When? At least he was asking, and not telling me. That was a step up from what I was used to. - Please. That one must have hurt. I sent him a message back. - I’ll let you know. And if you insist on texting more than a teenage girl, I’ll reply like one. Ttyl lol rofl xoxo

As soon as I’d dropped my phone on the bed, I smacked my forehead. I’d written xo. That thought kept me awake for hours, and I didn’t fall asleep until the sun was almost up again.

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As soon as I woke a little after noon, I rushed out to handle Bills errands. He’d given me until the week after, but as I saw the picture sent to me laying on my kitchen table, I didn’t want to spend a moment longer in the house. I even called Sam to ask if he was absolutely sure he didn’t need me at the bar; but he all but told me that if he saw me anywhere near Merlotte’s, he’d throw me over his shoulder, and carry me home, so I could enjoy my day off.

A little after sunset, there was a knock on my door, and I was slightly startled to see Eric on my small porch. I swallowed hard. “What are you doing here?”, I asked. “I was in the neighborhood; and thought I’d save you the trouble of texting me, when you’d be able to see me”, he said. “Besides, I don’t want you driving that rust bucket all the way to Shreveport again. It’s a death-trap”. He looked towards my car, in the driveway. “You can see me now”, I said. “Wonderful”, he said, and once again dug his eyes into mine. “Invite me in”. “No…”, I said. He once again looked confused. “Why can’t I glamor you?”, he asked. “I don’t know… Maybe you’re impotent”. Eric barred his fangs; making me jump slightly. He looked dangerous. “Not nearly”, he said. “You shouldn’t test me”.

Not wanting him to think he’d scared me too much, I took a hesitant step out of the door, putting less than a foot between us. Eric smelled like nothing I’d ever encountered before. It was crisp, and yet warm; like expensive aftershave and salt water, with an undertone of something I couldn’t define – something musky.

“I don’t understand why you keep wanting to talk to me”, I said. “I get it, I’m human. Blood and sex, and all that… But you have a club full of willing participants to whatever it is you wanna do”. Eric nodded. “I know. It’s infuriating that I feel the need to be here”, he said. “But I think I found a fix for it”. “Oh?”, I croaked, doing my best to ignore the fact that a man, that looked more or less like a GQ model, was currently reaching out his hand to stroke my cheek. As his fingertips touched my skin, my breath hitched. “Yes. See, when I have sex with a human, I usually bore with them pretty quickly”, Eric said. “I thought we should just get it over with, so I can move on”. I took a step back, and my back hit the screen door. “I don’t want to have sex with you!”, I lied. “Of course you do. I’m a very good lover”, Eric smiled. “Now, invite me in, and I’ll undress you”. “Shove it up your ass!”, I said. Eric raised a brow at me. “Well, it’s been a while, but I’m up for it if you are”.

I scrambled to open the screen door, and get back inside the house. My body was screaming at me to give in to the sensation in my lower belly, but I told myself that I had to persist. “You should… go now”, I said. Eric stepped closer to me, and I felt his firm chest against my back. “Why?”, he asked, sounding genuinely confused again. “You’re… imposing”, I croaked, and turned to meet his eyes. They were piercing mine, sending tingles down my spine. “Stop trying to glamour me” “I’m not. It doesn’t seem to work on you”, he said; a hint of regret in his voice. “Though I wonder… would you let me test a theory?”. “What theory?”. Eric smiled. “Just humor me. Pam?”.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, when the blonde female vampire suddenly stood next to Eric; and hurried over the threshold, so neither of them could reach me. “What the hell?”, I said. “Yeah, Eric. What the hell? I’ve been waiting behind that tree forever. In my new Jimmy Choo’s”, Pam said. “Be nice, Pam”, Eric said. Pam drew her lips back in an insincere smile. “Hello, Liv. I am very glad to see you”, she said. “Happy?”. She looked out the corner of her eyes at Eric.

Eric gave her a look, and something unspoken passed between them. Pam seemed to shrink in front of me. “Liv, I would like you to let Pam try to glamour you”, he said. “What? No!”, I exclaimed. “I want to know if it’s…”. “Just you?”, I said. For the first time, Eric wouldn’t meet my eyes. I took a deep breath. “Fine. But I’m not coming outside”. Eric nodded. “Pam, try to glamour her. But don’t ask her to come outside where we can reach her”. He was trying to make me feel safe – it was almost endearing.

Pam took a step forward, and looked deep into my eyes. Her voice was soothing. “Liv… You want to invite Eric inside. You want to have sex with him”. I shook my head. “No… Not happening”, I said. She narrowed her eyes in confusion. “You… want to invite me inside… Have sex with me”. “No thank you”, I snarled. Pam stepped back, and began laughing. “What the actual fuck?”, she guffawed. “What are you?”. Eric stepped in between us, his back to me. “Thank you, Pamela. You can leave now”, he said. “Eric! She’s…”, Pam began. “Now!”, Eric growled. She disappeared as fast as she’d come.

Eric stood there for a moment, not turning to face me. I was about to close the door, when he spoke again. “I’m making you mine… And getting you a better car”. “The hell, you are", I sputtered. He spun around with wide eyes. “You’re saying… no?”, he asked bemusedly. “I’m not anyone’s; let alone yours”. Eric chuckled at me. “I just claimed you”. “Well you can shove that claim up your ass, as well”, I proclaimed. “You wanted me to tell you about myself”, I said. He didn’t respond, simply stood still and never diverted his eyes from mine. “I left San Diego to get away from a guy who couldn’t take no for an answer… I’m not about to throw myself into the arms of another one who does the same”, I said. “This… guy”, Eric said. “Did he hurt you?”. There was an angry edge to his voice. I looked down, and crossed my arms in front of me. “He did… It’s over. But only because I ran away”, I said. “He… It doesn’t matter. I just don’t want that again”.

For a long moment, he just looked at me; making me swallow to wet my dry mouth. “Alright”, he finally said calmly. “Are we finished?”, I asked, almost in a whisper. “We’re finished”, he said. “For now”. Eric lowered his head, looking earnestly at me. “As long as you say no to me, I won’t do anything”, he said. “I will not force myself on you, Liv”. “Why?”, I asked, genuinely surprised. “Do you want me to? I don’t mind playing games…”, Eric smiled. I shook my head. “Never mind. I thought we were having a moment here, but it’s gone”. I went to close the door in his face. “Liv!”, Eric said; his voice imposing. I halted, and looked at him again. “I don’t know why… But I will not”.

He turned around, and walked down the steps from my small porch. I took a deep breath, before running after him. He heard me coming, and turned around. “Thank you… For at least kind of taking no for an answer”, I said. I tugged at his jacket, to get him to lower his head, and I got on my toes; placing a kiss on his cheek. Once again, I was surprised to find his skin not icy, but simply cool; and I let my lips linger for a moment.

I was about to turn back, when Eric put both his hands on my shoulders, and looked me square in the face. I could tell he wasn’t trying to glamour me. “Be mine”, he said. My breath hitched, and everything in me screamed say yes!. “N-no, Eric… No, I can’t do that”. Eric looked as if I’d slapped him. My phone vibrated, and I took it from my pocket, looking at the screen. “It’s Bill… I have to take this".

Erics face dropped, and he let go of me. “Goodnight, sunshine”, he said, and walked away into the darkness. “Eric!”, I called after him. “I regret picking up your keys for you”, Eric replied, his back still to me. “I would have loved to see you bend over”.

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angelkurenai · 5 years ago

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Imagine you and Dean being unable to stand each other, but it’s only because you get often jealous. The unresolved sexual tension makes Sam lock the both of you up until you solve it out.

“I'm gonna kill him.” Dean grumbled, his agitated tone only managing to make you more angry yourself - as if you weren't already on edge.

He was practically glaring daggers at the door and, even though that too seemed to get on your nerves, it was of the least annoying things he could do compared to his constant pacing and grumbling. It felt like his footsteps, the echo in the otherwise silent room, the useless talking and the constant mumbling as Dean could barely hold his frustration after any attempt of opening the locked door had failed miserably, even the constant huffing was a testament to your patience. And after a mostly unsuccessful hunt - or trail of the right monster at least - your patience could only take so much, even if the man didn't do anything you'd still start getting pissed by his mere presence (which wasn't so unheard of as, obviously, the ones who had locked you in the room knew real well). It was probably him not having done much, or having done the exact opposite of what he should, during said case, that had started making your patience slip away and the more you thought back to everything the worse it got.

You tried to keep yourself under control, though, because all the arguing was what had gotten you both in this position in the first place.

“I'm so going to fucking kill.” he repeated, bringing you back to harsh - more like annoying - reality “He's going to come back to life, naturally, and then I'm gonna kill him again.”

“Will you remember where you've put your gun this time or am I gonna have to help you again?” you muttered, mostly to yourself, the bitterness and agitation slipping into your tone - much as you tried to hold it back - and as expected the man caught on it.

“What's that supposed to mean?” he asked with a frown, his head snapping in your direction.

You should back off, you knew it and it really was the best choice in this situation, but with Dean looking at you in that challenging way, his firm jaw clenched, his full lips pursed, his stunning eyes looking at you fiercely, his muscles stiffening and his broad chest puffing out as he held his breath, a vein so much ready as to pop, all of it serving to make him look darker in a way that almost made you think he could easily push you against the wall and just have his way with you already. Almost. Not entirely. Those thoughts were left for when you were left in the silence of your own room, alone, and not fuming at the memories still fresh because of the stubborn man in front of you.

“I don't know Dean.” you pursed your lips, holding his gaze stubbornly so “What do you think? Or maybe it would be better ask the werewolf we almost got- Oh no wait, it turned out to be a vampire! My bad, in the middle of all this I almost forgot.” you glared right back, and his lips parted to speak but you didn't give him the chance to “Just like you forgot you part of this team that almost became vamp snacks because you were busy doing Chuck-knows-what with that bi-” but you stopped yourself before you could indulge. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction to let him know, even so suspect, how his nightly adventures had you feeling. You huffed, straightening “Just shut up and sit down. Stay quiet, for once in your damn life Winchester do the right thing and listen to me, so we can get out of this mess the soonest possible. I have no plans to stay locked in here for more than a few hours.”

“First time I'll agree with you.” he grumbled, taking a sit on the bed with a heavy sigh “And for that, I apologized to Sam. It's not my fault you can't seem to accept a simple apology like any other person. I got a bit carried away, yes, but you had it mostly under control!”

“Mostly, key word, thanks for saying that! Because it very clearly states how we nearly died because of you and you-” you scoffed a bitter laugh “Apologize is all you do and think everything's fine all of a sudden! You can have things your way whenever you want, like throwing yourself in danger's way, going for the monster however you like, banging that waitress in that bar, bring them over in the hotel room, stay out till late at night and all that while Sam and I do the work and suddenly when you realize you messed up - because you do mess up, every single time - you apologize and everything, magically just like that, is ok. Well, guess what, Dean? It's not ok! But you were always used to having it that way, that now that I am here and finally someone calls you out on your shit, it is annoying or even worse I'm not able to accept an apology. I am on the wrong, talk about some real bs there.” you huffed at last, satisfied to get it out of your chest but only temporarily because you knew the man could very easily and very fast find new ways to torture you.

He laughed, but it was angry just like his eyes. His entire body held so much frustration that you could see him practically struggling to hold back “Well, it ain't me that starts every damn fight, is it? If you could just leave me be, do my thing, then we'd both be much happier. I honestly don't even understand what you get out of all this fighting. If getting off on me being pissed 24/7 or having my mood ruined the whole day is not included that is. And now to top it all of, here we are. Locked in a fucking room like we're a pair of kids, to learn to get along or whatever Sam meant to say. I hope you're freaking happy with the result, cause I'm damn sure you're suffering too.”

“And who's to blame for that too?” you snapped back, eyes going hard because of his attitude “I am not the alone in these arguments you see. You certainly don't miss a chance to snap back, Winchester. Honestly, the mere fact that you want to blame this all on me when I clearly had every right to be angry shows just how unbearable you are. Maybe if you, for once, decided to act with that's between your ears instead of what's between your legs everything would be so much better and my days so more calm!”

Dean himself let out a sarcastic laugh “Because you help so much in that.” he mumbled, though you had a hard time understanding what he really meant, and after a few seconds of thinking he obviously decided to not comment on it any further “Whatever, there is no point in arguing. It will only earn us more time locked in here. And I for one don't want that. If it's peace Sam wants from us, we have to be convincing.”

You only scoffed, raising an eyebrow at him, more agitated by him now “It takes locking you up to come to your senses after all? What's next, being tied down to act like a rational human being for once too?”

“Oh sweetheart-” he smirked but it wasn't coy or easy, if anything the dark look in his eyes was there much as it could be considered very distracted “You have no idea what I'd do while being tied. In fact-” his pride only seemed to grow more “Few women have had the pleasure. They consider themselves lucky, trust me.”

“Lucky about which aspect, Winchester?” you smirk grew, challenging in a way that was far, very far, from the first time and in a way that one could only describe as full of meaning and sexual tension but you'd beg to differ, thank you very much. You added “Being lucky that it all ends within five minutes or that they won't get to experience such a thing ever again? Oh oh or maybe nearly dying of laughter? I get it, life is hard, we all need a good laugh once in a while.”

“Why yes, all the while seeing stars.” he shrugged, still too smug “But I guess you can go ahead and make up whatever little story you, it's impossible to get a real answer from them.”

“Oh how so? Was that easy to forget? I wonder what desperate measures all of them must have gone to forget such an experience.”

“Cute.” he laughed, short, sharp, bitter or was it tense? There was something more to those eyes, the way he was looking at you that made you shift in your place and your smile, as much as you tried to keep it up, to flatter a bit. “But no. They're simply still unable to speak. Not like there are no words that could describe it. Ore in bed in general.” he shrugged, going back to casually sassy.

His posture changed, though the look in his eyes didn't and that was what made you frown.

“One would beg to differ but I suppose there are enough women desperate enough out there. Hell, why would a woman fall for the 'Boy, this coffee's hot. Just like-'” you mimicked him, pointing at him with a wink as he'd done to the waitress, before rolling your eyes “If not out of desperation or boredom. How can any of that be attractive or even enough to promise a remotely goo night? Maybe they even take pity on you.” you shrugged and he laughed, but it was dark and much deeper, a hidden tension coming through.

“You know, some women can use their imagination.” his voice was deep

“That must be quiet a wild imagination right there, let me tell you. And then, of course, the harsh reality comes crashing down on them and they see you don't live up to their expectations.”

“If that helps you sleep at night.” he chuckled darkly, getting up to make his way to the liquor he kept in his room “Sure, go ahead. Since it seems like it's the only thing you do.”

“Wouldn't that sound ideal to you?” you actually laughed “But no, not quiet. Sleep and the barman from Illinois is what I've been doing.”

If you had known that those were the key words to get a reaction out of the man then you surely wouldn't have held them back. Dean's entire body stiffened, you could clearly see his muscle freeze and harder even as he had his back to you. And if all that wasn't indication enough, the silence that followed after your words was a clear indication to the impact they had on him.

He slowly turned to look at you, his jaw clenched so tightly you were scared he might break it or pop a vain, or both. His eyes however quickly drew your attention to them, effectively making any hint of a smug smile fade from your face at having achieved a small victory in pissing him off. Shivers ran down your spine at the piercing look he gave you, making you feel and want to be exposed in a way that wasn't normal.

“You did what?” his voice was so deep and rough, you felt your breath get caught in your throat.

“I-” why had your mouth gone dry all of a sudden? That drink he was holding seemed appealing, so you got up to make your way to him- no, to the drink and get a glass of your own “You know-” you shrugged “One would assume after that punch from you and you all but pulling a gun on him that the guy wouldn't even want to be near me but some men do risk it all, defy all odds, and keep pursuing. Unlike some I know, he wasn't one to back down and quiet frankly he was even more adorable after that. So I suppose I can say...” you paused “Kiss it better is what I did? That and so much-”

But you didn't get the opportunity to complete your sentence, or even get your glass of whiskey as it slipped from your grasp the moment Dean took firm hold of your arm, forcing you to face him, all in a split second as he pressed you against the wall and held you there firmly yet not anywhere near painfully.

“You slept with him?” he still asked though you were sure he wasn't expecting a direct answer. You even didn't know if you wanted to give one, not sure of what his reaction would be or maybe fearing it wouldn't be the one you deep down hoped it would be.

You shouldn't push for it, you knew it. And yet you did.

“You mean did I fuck him?” you narrowed your eyes at him and watched both as his eyes hardened and felt as he pushed you harder against the wall, as a response.

And you pushed again more.

“I'm sorry, you're just making it hard for me to understand you Dean. You have to be a bit more specific. Did I let him push me against the hall and have his way with me, you mean?”

“Quit playing around, (Y/n). Answer my fucking question. Did you really do it?”

“Why, Dean? Why does it even matter to you? What difference does it make?” you hissed “Isn't that what you do all the time? Am I somehow not allowed to do the same? Why? Because you did all that? Because you do what you simply do to me? You can piss me off all you want, you can try to get me back for all the fights, ruing my days and damn you... you can have that effect on me all you want but I will not let it-”

“And you?” he growled, loud and angrily enough to cut you off effectively “Do you know what you do to me? Do you have any freaking idea what you're doing to me, (Y/n)? You ruin everything for me, that's what you do. You've ruined every fucking woman for me. I try to pick 'em up and all I think about is you. I try to and I always end up comparing them to you. I pick 'em up and when I am lucky enough, they will look at least a little bit like you but then again? I always go for the ones that look like you. When I am really lucky enough to go on without you in my mind, hell if that's hard, I wake up to realize I had been dreaming about you too. And that waitress?” he scoffed a laugh, pressing you harder against the wall “I called her by your name. Yeah, fucking great, isn't it?”

His words did earn a gasp from you but he didn't let you say a word, instead kept going, as if his words hadn't already turned everything upside down as it was “Of course, I didn't realize it or the fact that it wasn't actually you until she slapped me. It hurt, but hell it didn't even match up to your punch. Sometimes I feel like I want to argue with you just to make you angry enough so you can punch me again. What a fucking masochist I've become huh? Don't you think? That's what you do to me and fuck if that doesn't make me want you more.” it was only when you felt his hips push yours against the wall that you realized he had his entire body caging yours and you couldn't lie, not to yourself at least, that you liked the feeling more than you ever imagined you would. And imagined you had. Plenty of times.

“So there.” he huffed, as if a big weight was lifted off his chest – not all of it but most – but he was still very tense, his gruff voice proof that the proximity had more than one kind of effects on him; he rested his forehead against yours “You have it. You see what you do to me. You see the effect you've had in me ever since I met you. Take pleasure in it all you want. And now-” he took in a deep breath “Tell me to get away. Push me back. Scream at me and start an argument.”

“Why?” you finally breathed out, your breath ghosting over his lips.

“Why? Because it's all I'll ever get from you.” he scoffed a laugh, bitter but filled with tension just like every other word “Tell me to back off, (Y/n). Push me back or else, I swear, I don't know what I will do.”

“Then-” you leaned closer, as if there was even any significant distance between you to begin with “Why don't you try and figure it out big boy? I'd like to see if it's better than your arguing.”

And you needn't say another word before you felt like he was pushed off the edge and his lips crashed to yours, no longer holding back.

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godess-ofthe-underworld · 4 years ago

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Love Finds A Way

(sequel to “See You Again” ( A Harry Hook x reader story)

Part 7

Back at the hideout the five where trying to come up with other options to not give Uma the wand but we're falling short.

“ There is no way we're giving Uma the wand.” Evie said, pacing. “ We can't just let her destroy Auradon.”

“Uma doesn't get the wand, Ben and Ruby are toast, guys.” Carlos stated defeatedly.

“ So we're going to give Uma, of all people, the wand?” Evie fired back.

“ Wait, you guys! Your 3D printer!” Hadley spoke through the argument.

The other three looked at her.

“A phoney wand” Carlos realized what she was insinuating.

“Yeah but the second Uma tests it, she'll know it's fake.” Evie retorted.

“Okay, so then we get Ben and Ruby out really fast. We need some kind of diversion” Mal spoke from behind Hadley.

The rest thought for a moment, when Jay spoke up.

“Smoke bombs.”

“ That's perfect! I can get the chemicals I need from lady Tremains place.” Evie said as she walked over to Mal and Hadley.

“ Oh and sick hair by the way. Evil stepmom really stepped up her game.” Evie said running her fingers through the ends of Mal's newly dyed purple hair.

“ Ok you wanna know something, Dizzy did this!”

“Little Dizzy? No way!” Hadley gasped.

Jay cleared his throat as the girls kept rambling about Mal's hair.

“Hello?!”

Jay shot the girls a look when they turned to him

“Right. Jay, Carlos, meet us at Pirates Bay no later than 12 o'clock. And you guys, losing, not an option.” The others nodded.

“Cause we're rotten…”

“To the core”

The five split up outside the hideout.

Hadley, Evie and Mal walked their way through the winding streets and dark alleys to “Curl Up and Dye” owned by none other than Lady Tremaine.

Hadley and Evie pushed through the tall plastic curtain that lead on to the floor of the salon. Multiple colors of paint splatters cover the walls and broken mirrors sat in front of styling chairs. A white claw foot bath tub sat in the very back corner, full of hair potions and colors, bubbling away.

At the desk at the very back of the salon, with her back turned to them sat little Dizzy, daughter of Drizzella. Dizzy is young, about 11 or 12, she wore a black paint splattered dress and a blue paint splattered apron. Her hair was perched in two messy buns on top of her head and her purple cats-eye glasses sat far down on the end of her nose from having been hunched of the desk. The desk was cluttered with gold and silver jewelry, gems of all shapes mostly Ruby and sapphires, some skulls and tiaras litterd around as well. Dizzy always made the jewelry that Hadley and Evie wore.

Hadley and Evie looked at each other and smiled, to them Dizzy was like a little sister, there where many times they hung out with dizzy creating new dresses and playing around with hairstyles.

They snuck over, careful not to make any noise and crouched down next to the desk. It took Dizzy a moment to realize that there was someone next to her.

“Evie? Hadley?” Dizzy jumped from the chair and grabbed the two in a waist high tight hug. The two older girls embraced her tighter.

“You guys came back! Is it all just like we imagined? Do they really have closets you can walk into? Have you been to a real swimming pool? What does ice cream taste like?” Dizzy spit out question after question and evening and Hadley laughed.

“It's cold and sweet. And if you eat it too fast you get a headache.” Evie tapped her nose.

“Really?”

“Yeah”

“I saved your sketchbook for you!” Dizzy ran off to another part of the salon.

“You did?”Hadley beamed.

Dizzy came back a few seconds later carrying a large blue book.

She set the book down and Evie sat at the desk with dizzy and Hadley looking over her shoulder. Evie opened up the first page and marveled at the sketch of a dress.

Hadley gasped “We made that dress out of safety pins and an old curtain”

“It reminds me of the dress you made for Mal when she met Jasmine.”

“I spilled curry all over that” Mal inquired.

“You did” Hadley laughed.

A look of realization crossed over Evie's face.

“You're totally right Dizzy. This was…. This was totally the inspiration for that.”

“I knew it! You can take the girl out of the isle but you can't take the isle out of the girl”

Hadley and Evie looked a Dizzy sadley. They both knew how bad Dizzy wanted to go to Auradon.

Changing the subject and adding more light to the room, Hadley picked up a small blue skull shaped sapphire and a silver arm band and held them together.

”is this too much or is this fabulous?”

“Hand me the glue gun!” Dizzy held her hand out and Evie placed it in her hand.

She excitedly glued the two pieces together.

Mal then cleared her throat gaining their attention.

“Smoke bombs?”

“Right.” Hadley looked over at Dizzy, “is it alright?”

Dizzy beamed at her.

“Sure take what you need!”

“Dizzy you are the best!” Evie gave her a side hug and the three got to work creating the smoke bombs.

After two hours and five smoke bombs later, Hadley, Evie and Mal were ready to leave. They carefully placed them in Mal and Evie's bags.

Evie turned around,as Mal placed the last smoke bombs in the bags, holding a gold circular band encrusted with Ruby hearts over her head.

“H, how amazing would this look with my shredded tee and my heart purse?”

“Very amazing!”

“Take it! Take a bunch!” Dizzy exclaimed from across the salon.

Dizzy scooped up a bunch of the jewelry from the desk skipping over to the three girls.

Hadley quickly grabbed Evie's bag and opened it up for Dizzy.

“Oh Dizzy!” Evie squealed.

“It would make me so happy to know that you were wearing something of mine in Auradon. It's almost like me being there myself.” Dizzy smiled.

Evie and Hadley both exchanged looks and pulled Dizzy into a hug.

“We really wish we could take you with us.” Evie said.

“At least two of us had our dreams come true, right?” Dizzy said as they pulled away.

The two girls looked down.

“E,H we gotta go.” Mal quipped from the back.

The two nodded and followed Mal to the front of the shop where Evie and Hadley turned to look back at Dizzy who had sat back down at the desk looking through the sketchbook.

“She's gonna be okay” Mal said.

Hadley sighed.

“Yeah. But she could be so much more.” Evie whispered.

Hadley gave a tight lipped smile.

“Let's go.”

The three walked out the salon and back into the cold Alleyways. The walk back to the hideout was filled with the three girls linking arms and laughing at ridiculous stories from Auradon gossip.

“I'm serious! Ruby told me She turned her mother into a bear. All because she didn't want to get married.” Hadley laughed.

“yeah okay H” Mal remarked

“It's true!”

Mal held her hands up in defense.

Evie had a small smile on her face but it looked more like a grimace.

“Evie, you okay?”

Mal took this as her que to leave, heading up the stairs and into the hideout.

"E.. you can tell me" Hadley took both of Evie's hands.

Evie let out a drawn out breath.

“You and Ruby are getting pretty close hu?"

"I mean yeah, she's a good friend"

"Good enough to ditch me for her?" Evie questioned looking up the alley.

"what are you talking about?" concern flashed through Hadley's features.

"You know what I mean, your always running off with her anymore, ditching me in your path.." Evie removed her hands from Hadley's.

"Evie… I am so sorry.. honestly.. I didn't know I was doing that." Hadley pleaded.

" I feel like I'm losing my best friend" Evie hung her head.

"Evie, you're not my best friend…" Hadley stated stated shaking her head.

Evie's face fell.

Hadley took her hands again.

"You're not my best friend…you are so much more than that..you're my sister…"

Evie grinned wildly and pulled Hadley into a tight hug.

"Im sorry I've been ditching you. I promise when we get back, we'll spend time together.. just you and me." Hadley smiled as she pulled back.

"I'd like that" Evie smiled.

(Hadley)

Yo, my best friend, best friend til the very end

Cause best friends, best friends don't have to pretend

You need a hand, and I'm right there right beside you

You in the dark, I'll be the bright light to guide you

'member the times, times, times sneaking out the house

All of the times, times, times that you had the doubts

And don't forget all the trouble we got into

We got something you can't undo, do

Laughing so damn hard

Crashed your dad's new car

All the scars we share

I promise, I swear

(Hadley and Evie)

Wherever you go, just always remember

That you got a home for now and forever

And if you get low, just call me whenever

This is my oath to you

Wherever you go, just always remember

You're never alone, we're birds of a feather

And we'll never change, no matter the weather

This is my oath to you

(Evie)

I know I drive you crazy, mm, sometimes

I know I call you lazy, and that's most times

But you complete me, and that's no lie

You are my tuxedo, and I'm your bow tie

We in the car, sing, sing, singing our song

Rocking the building, tear it down, like we king kong

And in my eyes, you can't do, do no wrong

You got the best friends sing, sing along

(Hadley and Evie)

Laughing so damn hard

Crashed your dad's new car

All the scars we share

I promise, I swear

Wherever you go, just always remember

That you got a home for now and forever

And if you get low, just call me whenever

This is my oath to you

Wherever you go, just always remember

You're never alone, we're birds of a feather

And we'll never change, no matter the weather

This is my oath to you

I'll never let you go

Whoa, this is my oath to you

Just thought that you should know

Whoa, this is my oath to you

Yeah

Wherever you go, just always remember

That you got a home for now and forever

And if you get low, just call me whenever

This is my oath to you

Wherever you go, just always remember

You're never alone, we're birds of a feather

And we'll never change, no matter the weather

This is my oath to you

Oh oh

You should know, you should know, you should know, you should know

Yeah oh

Whoa, this is my oath to you

Whoa, wherever you go just always remember

You're never alone, we're birds of a feather

Whoa, this is my oath to you

The two girls held their interlocked hands up in the air at the top of the stairs.

"Come on.. i think Mal needs someone to talk to" Hadley nodded her head towards the door to the hideout.

Together they went in and talked until they dozed off.

The morning sun crept of the isle the next morning, the light breeze from the surrounding ocean giving the isle a slight chill. The docks where busy and crowded as Umas crew prepared for the trading of the wand.

Uma had stationed Harry and Gil to watch over their royal captives. Not like they could go anywhere though. Uma had ordered Ben and Ruby to be tied, separated, to each mast of the ship for the night so they couldn't try to escape.

Harry jumped down from the upper deck and stalked around the tied up King, he stopped leaning in uncomfortably close to Ben as he could. Harry lifted his hand up and scratched under Ben's chin cooing at him.

"Coochy, coochy coo." Harry chuckled wildly

Ben just looked at Harry.

"How's it feel to be King now, eh?"

Harry smirked wildly, showing off the insanity behind his eyes.

He sauntered around the mast again ready to say something else but Uma beat him to it.

"Give it a rest Harry. Give it a rest" she sat down on a crate in front of Ben.

"We don't want damaged goods"

Harry climbed up the rope ladder and was hanging on by on hand.

"You said that I could hook him" he sneered through gritted teeth.

"I said at noon" Uma reminded him not taking her eyes off Ben.

Harry jumped down and made his way up to the King, holding out his small pocket watch.

"20 more minutes now"

"That says 11:30" ben looked at Harry concerned.

"You better hope you're Girlfriend comes through" uma smirked.

"She's not my girlfriend anymore." Ben looked down at the planks in the ship.

Uma looked surprised.

"Leave us alone Harry."

Harry looked at Uma, he tuned and held the pocket watch up again.

"19 more minutes now and then you're gonna pay for takin' away me Haddie."

Harry strutted away swinging the pocket watch and whistling.

Ben looked at Uma confused.

"He means Hadley. You know, blue hair, a bit of a hot head"

”Were they.. together?”

Uma chuckled “He wishes. Nah, they were just friends, that both had major crushes on each other”

Ben tried to turn his head catching a glimpse of the red leather jacket.

“What happened?”

“You happened.” Uma deadpanned.

Ben looked back at her.

“Look, when you took Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos over there, that's as mad as I've ever been. And trust me I've been plenty mad. But when you took Hadley from Harry, I've never seen a rage like that boy threw. Hadley was the one thing keeping him sane over here on this trash heap. And when she chose to stay over there, he snapped. Lost a few crew members because of it.” Uma looked around at her crew on the docks and the ship.

“You mean he…” Ben gulped.

Uma scoffed “We ain't that bad. No, he just scared them away”

Ben sighed and looked down for a moment then at Uma

“The plan was to start with the five and bring more over from there. I guess I just got so caught up being King, I know that sounds lame.”

Uma hummed.

“ I guess that's why Hadley always mentioned Harry or you around me. To get me to realise, I am so sorry Uma. Please come with us, be part of our solution.”

“oh so now we get the invite!” Uma looked up from her nails. “I don't need your apologies, were going to get there on our own, let's see what this baby can do.” She fiddled with her mother's shell necklace.

Wooooo!!!! Part 7!! i cant believe that were already this far... if you liked this part and would like part 8 please like and comment! as always you can read the illustrated version over on my Wattpad (@phelpsphan). if you would like to be added to the tag list please message me!!!

Summary: You would think that six months in Auradon would do any villain kid good. Well, not Hadley. After the events of the Coronation, Hadley's mood took a downward spiral; and for one reason, guilt. She'd broken a promise and left her best friend on the Isle of the Lost. How will she handle seeing him again when certain circumstances bring her back to the Isle? Will she finally tell him what she really feels?

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in Descendants. Hadley and the plot between her and Harry are mine.

Tag list: @unded-bride

#harry hook imagine #harry hook x reader #harry hook #daughter of hades #Hades

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kaibutsushidousha · 3 years ago

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Cat, Ghost, and Revolution Sunday - Chapter 2: The events from Wednesday (part 7)

[INDEX]

A ghost showed up out of nowhere.

Kei was in bed, with the lights off and his eyes closed, recalling that day's events. Remembering the cat he found, Murase, and a lot more.

While was thinking about the meaning of every piece, he heard someone call his name.

It was a girl's voice. At first, he suspected it was Tomoki's ability. He thought his friend was sending another boisterous message with that annoying ability of his. But he didn't hear Tomoki's voice.

Lacking other options, he opened his eyes. There was a ghost there. A ghost was nonchalantly floating in his unlit room. She was transparent and shaped like Minami Mirai.

(Take a deep breath, Kei. What the heck is going on here? I've never seen a ghost before. I'm honestly at a loss for words. I would scream if I was walking on a silent street, but with this ghost appearing to me so anticlimactically, I can't figure out the exact timing to be surprised.)

What confused him the most was the ghost's behavior. She was scratching her head with a blush and smile.

"Uh, good evening", she said.

(How are you supposed to scare me like that? Oh well, I guess I have to answer.)

"Good evening."

No one spoke for the next few seconds. Kei slowly forced his body to move and sat up.

(Ok, what do I do next? I'm really confused with this ghost I just found.)

"Minami?"

The ghost answered with a nod. This confirmed she was Minami Marai. Much to his chagrin.

Kei's head still wasn't running properly but he forced it to find the right words.

"So?"

One word, two letters. It was the vaguest question possible, but she accurately understood what he was asking.

"I woke up like this. Any idea why?"

"Nope."

(When you think of ghosts, you think of death, but here in Sakurada you don't necessarily need to die to become a ghost. And you probably wouldn't become a ghost from dying anywhere else.)

Kei shook his head.

"I have no idea. Is that an astral projection?"

(Makes sense for an ability like that to exist.)

As far as he knew, Minami didn't have an ability. That meant her ability could potentially awaken at any moment. When an ability awakens varies greatly from person to person. It's rare for it to happen to an adult, but gaining an ability as a high schooler didn't make you all that much of a late bloomer.

"Astral projection? That's a supernatural phenomenon. Awesome."

Minami bounced up and down in excitement. It's strange to say a floating object was bouncing up and down, but there was no other way to describe it.

"Pretty sure that's just an ability."

(Though she'd be right if we're counting every ability in Sakurada as a supernatural phenomenon.)

"My ability?"

"That's the most likely answer. Give me some time to think."

People learn about their own abilities having to try. That said, they don't have any instruction manuals. Just a vague feeling they can do something.

Suppose, for example, that someone had the ability to fly. That person would unconsciously know that they could fly before they tried it for the first time, but they would have no idea how high, how fast, or for how long. They'd continue living their lives without knowing how to take off, until one day they inadvertently start flying. Until they're floating in the air, they can't tell if they really have that ability or if it's just their imagination.

"Have you felt like you could become a ghost", Kei asked.

"I wanted to be one sometimes."

"I see. Anything else you wanted to be?"

"A vampire, a mage, a superhero, anything. I just wanted an ability."

"Any particular favorite among the list?"

"Not really. All options were interesting."

(This could go either way. I'll change the question.)

"What's the first thing you want to do now that you're a ghost?"

"Becoming a rumor, I guess. Like the kuchisake-onna. A rumor that will get kids hyped, hopefully."

"So, are you going to do that now?"

"Hm, I wanna try returning to my human form first."

"You think you can?"

"Nope. I have no idea what's going on. Did you figure anything out?", Minami asked, curious.

Kei answered he didn't. Then he noticed how wrong it was for him to talk to a ghost girl from his bed, so he stood up and turned on the lights.

He sat on his desk's chair. Minami was spinning in the air.

"What are you doing?"

"I can go upside down and my skirt won't turn over. That's convenient."

"Nice."

The people had a duty to report to the Bureau whenever a new ability was discovered. Doing that, the Bureau will follow their manual and deal with any potential problems. Kei decided to report to Tsushima, but before he could do anything, Minami swiftly approached his face.

"Think harder, Asai. What do you think happened to me?"

"Ok. Can you tell what you were doing before you became a ghost?"

"I can't remember. I just woke up like this."

Kei gave off an intrigued sigh. Her losing her memories didn't make much sense under the assumption that her ability was to become a ghost. Abilities have all kinds of restrictions, so this could be that, but there was a real chance that it was an external factor.

"Tell me everything you remember, in order. Do you remember getting out of school?"

"I do. You ditched me."

"So you went to search for the vampire alone?"

"Yeah. I guess I became a ghost because I went to the Ghost Mountain?"

"That could be related, yeah. Did you find the vampire?"

"I can't remember. Everything past me approaching the mountain is a blank."

"What time was it?"

"Not long past 5 PM."

Over 6 hours ago.

"When's your next memory?"

"Not too long ago. About 20 minutes."

"And you already a ghost?"

"Yeah."

Kei traced back his memories. Everything she said about the vampire.

"Years ago, someone collapsed from a vampire attack, was it? Do you know what happened to him?"

(Assuming this person really met a vampire, the same thing could have happened to Minami. If what happened to her is like astral projection, her body should be collapsed somewhere.)

She was speaking slowly as if she was trying to remember things mid-sentence.

"According to the files at the U-Res, he quickly regained consciousness."

"And what next? What happened to the vampire?"

"Oh. That's it. That person was also missing memories. That's why they don't remember the vampire's face."

(That's contradictory. I feel like I'll get sidetracked, but I'll ask just in case.)

"He couldn't remember the face, but remembered he met a vampire?"

"Weird, right? The vampire part is probably made up by the U-Res. Oh, I see, that might have been why the prez didn't care for the search."

(It figures... There's one really positive piece of information in her story. The previous vampire victim regained consciousness. That means Minami should be back in her own body in no time. This conclusion is a little too optimistic to my taste, but looking for pessimistic alternatives won't help here. If anything bad happened to her body, a Reset can solve that.)

But there was also one negative piece of information. Kei changed the subject, as he'd prefer to think about that by himself.

"By the way, why did you come to my house?"

"'cause you're with the Service Club. I thought you'd know how to solve the problem."

"Sorry, but Service Club requests need to go through the Bureau."

"What? Even for classmates? I thought you were nicer than that."

"I'll help on a personal level, of course, but you'd better leave for tonight. It's already late. Your family must be worried."

"Going home as a ghost wouldn't make them any less worried."

"I'll tell Tsushima to tell the Bureau. They don't take long to solve any ability-related problem. Tell your family everything is fine."

Minami frowned, displeased. That was a rare expression for her.

"If my body is collapsed in the mountain, I'm not really too comfortable with just leaving it there."

(Excellent point. I know it's fine because I can simply Reset, but I'm not supposed to tell my classmates about that. Tomoki has been the only exception so far. I absolutely don't want anyone casually asking me to rewind time for any trivial reason.)

Kei proposed a random idea to console her.

"So, do you want me to go check the Ghost Mountain now?"

(I really should have done that from the start. But if there really is an unknown threat on the Ghost Mountain and I make a big mistake... if anything happens to me, Haruki won't be able to Reset. I gotta set up a safety measure.)

Minami frantically waved her arms in front of her face.

"Thanks, but I'd never drag away someone who was trying to sleep. Will you go to the mountain with me in the morning?"

"No problem. That's better for me, too."

"Oh, but you have work for the Service Club tomorrow, right?"

Kei shook his head. That was a lie made to keep the pre-Reset world intact.

"I can do something about that. No need to worry."

"Really?"

"Yeah. How about we met at 9 on the staircase of the Hanamisaki Shrine?"

She agreed.

They said goodbye to each other and Minami left through the closed window. Being a ghost had its benefits.

Kei watched her go away. The rain was already over. There were no stars in the night sky, but the outside was lit by the city lights. Her dim glow made her look like a real ghost. After he could no longer see her, Kei closed the curtains and went to bed.

(Now, the negative information. That's ghost Minami's appearance itself. She didn't come to my apartment before the Reset. She didn't become a ghost. This changed despite my constant efforts to react the same way I did before. What caused this? Where did her future change? Damn it.)

The Reset caused this. She became a ghost because Kei ordered Haruki to Reset. Ghosts are associated with death. Kei couldn't stop himself from thinking about the girl who died two years before.

(Let's do what I can first. I have to tell Tsushima. He'll need to tell the Bureau, so I'll text him. Less information is lost in the telephone game when it's written.)

After sending his message, Kei opened his phone's contact list. He wanted to prepare insurance for the case of an unforeseen tragedy. He selected a saved number and hit Call.

The dialing sound soon stopped and he heard a cheerful voice. Nakano Tomoki. After he was done with the long-winded greeting, Kei spoke.

"I got a favor to ask if you don't mind."

#sagrada reset #cat ghost and revolution sunday #asai kei #minami mirai #nakano tomoki

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velvetgons · 6 years ago

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yoonbin as your boyfriend

warnings; probably swearing i’m not sure!!

word count; 3.6k

requested; no :) whoops! but requests are open if you have any :)

a/n; i’m working on a request right now so i should have that finished this weekend!! thank you for being patient (also, to gif makers: if tumblr removes the attached credit please let me know so i can credit you!! most of the time it keeps it attached but sometimes it removes it so :// i’ll add credit just in case!!)

gif credit; hayoonbin on tumblr :) please tell me if you want it removed!!

ok!! we’ll start with how you met;

say you happen to be friends with a certain Loud Boy named jihoon who’s insistent on widening your friendship circle so it doesn’t ‘embarrass him that he’s your only friend!’

(secretly it’s because he genuinely cares for you and wants you to have a wide friendship group but he’s taking that to his grave)

so he takes you to different Friend FunctionsTM and it’s all going good u know

you’re talking to so many people and you’re conversing and actually having full length conversation about people’s different interests

and jihoon is so proud because! that’s his best friend! there they go! making friends so quick!

but seriously everyone’s so welcoming that you’ve almost formed some kind of friendship with every single one of his friends there

except for this one guy who’s kinda just awkwardly sat there?? and you’re about to approach him to get a full house of friends when you start to think that he looks lowkey bored n irritated

so you’re like haha nope! not going there! it’s been a great night and i am not prepared to be publicly embarrassed by one (1) boy!

and so you go to jihoon n you’re like “alrighty my friend my buddy it’s been a great night but i am tired now and i have completed your task of making friends so goodnight!!!”

but he’s all “not so fast snake! there’s someone you haven’t spoken to yet :/” and he’s gesturing back to the boy with the stone face

and ur first reaction is “jihoon wtf how do u know who i’ve communicated with” but he dismisses that so ur second reaction is “he is very scary i am not going to talk to him ://”

but jihoon is so persistent he’s all “i know he’s intimidating but he’s just awkward i promise!! he’s like a spider, even more scared of you than you are of him :)”

so he just walks you over, drops you there, gets the boy’s attention, and then is like “wowie do you hear doyoung calling for me because i sure do!!” and then he abandons you

he just deadass leaves you there with this scary boy who is now looking at you very expectantly while you just stand there staring back at him

so you mutter a lil introduction of ur name and he kinda. just nods

and so u look at him like ?? bro what

which is when he gets the message and he’s like “right yeah sure i’m yoonbin”

so now you think he’s scary and dismissive and he’s STILL looking at you and not saying anything?? he’s just. sitting there and looking at you like ur some kind of book that he’s really focused in on

and you’re looking around for jihoon because?? you need help!! you are very scared!! you feel like a small animal under threat!!

so just when you’re about to run away because you truly are very intimidated this boy looks panicked at you being panicked so he’s like ‘no!! omg!! they think i don’t like them!! yoonbin we: did it again’ but externally he just kinda “hey uh sorry 4 being weird n all but. do u wanna sit down so i can make it up to you :-)”

and oh boy now that you’re lookin at him ur starting to notice that he’s honestly pretty cute

so ur like “haha yeah sure i’ll have a seat :)”

and truly your friendship just grows from that

for a while ur still kinda sceptical and withdrawn around him because you still think he hates you a lil bit from the way he stares at u all the time

and he’s always really overtly polite with you? so whenever you speak it feels so formal? like he can’t really be bothered to be having that conversation

which upsets you because :(( cute interesting boy doesn’t like me :((

and he’d notice in one of the many times you spent alone together (because jihoon is convinced that yoonbin likes you)that you seemed to genuinely think that he didn’t like you??

and after a while he’d kinda…slowly try and bring it up!

like. “hey…uh…i just wanted to let you know that my face really does just look like this…all the time…it’s my resting expression…i do like you :(( i am: sorry”

and you’re like “oh my god!! no!! i’m sorry i made assumptions!! it’s nice to know you like me though ♡＾▽＾♡”

and then the door slams open?? and jihoon is barrelling in??

both you and yoonbin freak out because “what the fuck jihoon??????? where did you even come from???”

and he’s like “aha!! not important! what’s important is that yoonbin finally confessed his feelings for u!! we love a couple!!”

it’s honestly like you can physically feel yoonbin sigh internally as he tenses up next to you

and you’re like “oh…this is: not what i expected”

but then jihoon is confused because he’s like “uh i was listening in and i heard u say that u knew he liked u so don’t pretend not to know! i already know that you think i don’t know what i do actually know”

and ur like “ok first off jihoon, i don’t know what you mean at all, and second of all,, yoonbin told me nothing :/”

meanwhile yoonbin is just. stood. very still

and jihoons like “oh! haha,,, my mistake! i’ll uh leave you kids to it then :O”

which means yoonbin has to stutter his way through a long paragraph that summarises his Mood for the past couple months of knowing u which essentially boils down to ‘yeah i like you as more than a friend’

and ur like ‘oh….wowie….i like the way this is going…’ and then u just kinda mumble a lil “ask me on a date then!!” because you assume he isn’t listening

but he hears! oh boy he hears! so he stops rambling and laughs at himself because ‘u fool, u baboon, she wants to d a t e’

and then he’s like “:)) ok :)) pls go on a date with me!!!!”

and wham! an overly complicated way of explaining how u two started dating

so. now that you’re dating. it’s like he’s a completely different person??

he’s relaxed enough now to act however he feels like acting with you in the moment

sometimes he’s all （＾∀＾）and giggly and talks about a lot of different things while you nod and try and capture as much as you can from him!!

but sometimes he’s ( ￣＾￣) and wants things to be quieter and chilled out and would much rather listen to you talk about different things while he nods along occasionally

but he’d always make it clear that despite this he is listening!! he totally does care!! he’s just tired and doesn’t have the energy to be communicative!!

i feel like yoonbin is also really caring?? and it would probably come across as him being a bit overprotective at first because he isn’t fully sure how to communicate how much he cares about you

so if you’ve had a bad day and you’re telling him about it he feels like his mind is going a million miles an hour because he just? wants to fix it and he doesn’t know how to other than to directly try and sort any problems out for you

like if you’re arguing with family/friends, he’ll try and find common ground to fix the issue for u, or if you’ve got a lot of school work and it’s tiring you out he’d be like ‘i will do ur homework for u’

so you have to sit him down and say “hey!!! i know you’re only doing it because u love me but i promise i can sort out my problems by myself and you don’t need to stress yourself over them :))”

and then he gets the hang of it you know!! if you have a problem he’s like “do you want me to help or do u got it??” and if you’ve got it then !! well done you’re so talented he’s impressed !! and if you don’t then it’s okay !! he’ll help he doesn’t mind !!

i think he’d still be quite a protective person but i think he knows where the line is between being protective and wanting to take care of someone and being overbearing and interfering where he isn’t supposed to

and by protective i just mean if someone was flirting with you he’d be really cautious to not overreact but also to pay attention to how you’re responding, so if you start to look uncomfortable he’s ready to argue with the other person

or he checks that you’ve eaten, slept, and drank enough often just to make sure you’re okay all the time

i also think that despite how he’d have a lack of energy to really converse with you sometimes he’d still wanna be with you almost all the time

whether that’s by texting you through-out the day ((lowkey he just wants updates on your day and gives you responses about that and not his day))

or having long ass phone calls where you talk about plans, or how you’ve been or things you’re interested in

but overall he would just like to be in your presence, even if it’s just having a movie playing while he gets to cuddle up to you

that’s another thing!! he loves having you cuddle up to him!!

i mean he’s all for spooning or having you lie on his chest n stuff but if you kinda clung onto his arm or grabbed his hand or did a lil run up to hug him when you first see him!! oh boy his heart speeds up so fast he thinks he might actually be having a heart-attack

he’s also hand-holdings biggest fan like. if ur not holding his hand 24/7 in public and private then what’s the point?

i think the only public affection he’d actually be cool with displaying is hand-holding and having his arm kinda slung across your shoulder or around your waist

he’d like to always have some kind of contact with you in public just because he would ~lowkey~ get jealous pretty easily and it makes him feel more at ease to know that other people can obviously see that you guys are together

but the hand-holding would be for u just so u know that he’s right there if u need him for whatever reason in public

in private i think it’d take him a lil while before he got comfortable with displaying proper affection

but after he did i don’t honestly think that he’d be flustered very easily? i feel like once he was comfortable enough to kiss u whenever and stuff he’d find it pretty natural for you to kiss him randomly too

having said that, forehead kisses are his ultimate favourite

if you’re shorter than him, then it’s the biggest flex on your height to give u lil forehead kisses (and! you can’t be mad because he’s being cute)

if you’re taller than him (i just immediately assumed not because he is Big) then he’d lean up to :-* and it doesn’t phase him at all just because. that’s still his baby and he’s still gonna smooch

also. even though he gets jealous easily he wouldn’t ever think it was your fault? like, he doesn’t care what you’re wearing, what you’re acting like, but if somebody in public flirts with you he is ?? stressed

but he knows he can be intimidating so he’d just glare at them until they got the message and left

and you’d reassure him like “ily!! and no other people who flirt in public!! i pinkie promise!”

also full disclosure if you ever did that he might just. drop all his uwus

this would also be a reoccurring theme if you ever did something mildly cute because!! he cannot handle how soft it makes him feel

he is also your biggest hype-man!! if you finish one (1) question on your homework before being like “nah ok i can’t do this right now” and he’d still be like “omg but u did one question that’s so intelligent of u no one else could ever!”

he’d make fun of you pretty often too but not in like a mean way he just has to do it to make sure you don’t get too big for ur boots u know

if you fell over or anything he’d pause for a minute to help you up, make sure you were okay, before proceeding to roast you within an inch of ur life

but if anyone else did it then he’d get all Stone Faced because uh?? they’re not allowed to do that?? he totally is but anyone else…being even jokingly mean to you…not on his watch

he’d definitely end up being the type of boyfriend that all your friends think is this cool, nonchalant bad boy type that’s soft for you only

and they’re just. wrong. so wrong

he’s the sweetest boy and he’d constantly check in with you for reassurance in social situations because?? is he making people uncomfortable again?? what’s he supposed to say when people ask him why he looks mad??

i also fully believe that yoonbin would always be as considerate as he possibly could be of your feelings in arguments

like he seems as if he’d be the type to kinda scoff and shrug off what you’re saying while he talks at you about his opinions

and i do think that’d probably be his immediate reaction in arguments but then he’d do this heavy pause where he’d kinda close his eyes and sigh really deeply before he’d look back at you and say “let’s actually talk about this because we’re acting like children right now”

and if you kept trying to argue he’d just. calm himself as much as possible while he tried his hardest to understand where you were coming from with whatever point you had without getting mad or arguing back at you

which would eventually make you stop and talk calmly because you’d just feel dumb yelling at him and getting rational responses

if he was ever tired or frustrated or anything that made him just snap at you (whether you were arguing beforehand or not) he’d feel so guilty later

and he’d come and find you after he’d gotten back to senses and he’d be so apologetic

if you were still upset, he’d ask if there was anything he could do to make up for it after apologising a thousand times, or if you just wanted him to give you some space

if you accepting of his apology and kinda just like “i get it!! ur tired and i shouldn’t have pushed you :)” he would. be very thankful that you understand but would also be a lil upset because. you didn’t deserve the way he treated you right then?? why would you just accept that??

so, that’s also a Big Thing for him

if he – or anyone else – disrespected you/didn’t treat you the way you deserve and you brushed it off he would be so, so upset

he just thinks the world of you and wants you to think that of yourself too so seeing you so unbothered by people not giving you everything he deserves makes him literally determined to prove your worth to you

the type of boyfriend to leave lil sticky notes on mirrors that just say, “you’re the cutest!!!!!” or “omg ur like. hot” and he would straight up deny it if you ever asked about them

he’d be like “:o omg u probably got someone sneaking in!! that’s wild idk who would leave such cheesy messages ;)”

and even though you know he ain’t slick ur like “wowie me neither,,, hope to find out one day……i wonder if he’s cute….”

back onto the earlier topic, like i said: he’d be so considerate of how you were feeling in every situation

if he knew you weren’t feeling too good he’d always ask whether you wanted him there or whether you needed some space, always reiterating that he won’t be offended by either answer

and even though he always wants to be making sure you’re okay and wants to spend every second of every day with you, he’s definitely the type of person who sees the value in alone time

he needs alone time!! you need alone time!! and he isn’t scared to let you know that he just needs to spend some time clearing his head and being in solitude, and he’d be respectful if you wanted the same thing

he also very much thinks that both of you should have social lives outside of with one another if that makes sense?

like, he encourages the both of you spending time with your friends without one another because he thinks it’s important that you’re both still getting that time where you can just. be dumb and say dumb stuff and inside jokes that ur friends already get u know

but also!! he would love to know that you trusted him enough to tell him things that you do/don’t tell your friends

he just loves that feeling of intimacy of being able to share personal things with one another and not feel judged or uncomfortable

and if you ever told him that you felt safe with him oh boy!!! he could swear his heart actually burst in his chest!!!

if you were ever in a situation where you just didn’t feel fully comfy/safe (such as: walking home late at night, etc.) and you mentioned it, even in passing, to him he’d insist on you two having a system so he can help you out

like, if there was a certain person that made you uncomfy when you were around them, you’d have a lil emoji that you would text him so that it didn’t seem suspicious and so he could get you out of the situation !!

(you’d have to do this at some point and he’d check his phone to see the emoji and he’s !! on high alert because ur just like. across the room from him and he’d take big ass strides over to you and curl an arm around your waist to let you know that he’s right there!! you’re all good!!)

and with the walking home late at night, even if he didn’t already know you were uncomfortable with it, he would just overall dislike the idea of it because he worries about you!!

so especially if he knew you didn’t like it either, he’d be a lil bit on edge if he knew you had to do it

which is why it’s easier for both of you if he just comes to meet you whenever you have to walk back in the dark

but i think if you ever went to him with a problem/something that made you feel unsafe because you trusted him he’d genuinely feel so!! warm and complete inside because he’s truly reached the level where he could make you feel nice and safe!! which is really all he ever wants for u

yoonbin will not, under any circumstances, wear matching couple clothes with you. it is not happening. he will not ever do it. it’s not a thing

however! he starts wearing this necklace all the time,, and being his s/o ur curious as to why

so you ask him like “:O it’s so pretty!! why’d you start wearing it??”

and he’d be really nonchalant about it and just shrug before being like “it’s actually a locket :)”

so you assume it’s a picture of his family or something so you ask to see the inside and he’d do this big dumb grin before he nodded

and you’d reach over to open it up and oh boy oh boy!! it’s a lil candid picture of you!!

so ur first reaction is “bro u literally never told me this is so cute,, and also: why……..”

to which he really would just shrug at you before mumbling the smallest lil, “i like feeling like ur close to me 24/7 u know”

and your heart! oof it’s: burst

now! onto the quick fire round:

yoonbin is anti-tell-your-partner-what-to-wear (mostly because he genuinely only thinks about what you wear in a “wowie that’s my actual s/o??? i am. floored” type of way) but! he will get pressed if you go out in little clothing in the cold because “you’re going to get sick!! and then i will be forced to say i told you so!” so long story short you have to take a jacket with you or else he’ll rant about how difficult it is to get rid of colds again :/

also. he blushes when you compliment him. and it’s something he threatens to fight you over if you ever tell anyone (which you won’t because it’s an endearing lil thing that he does for u!!) and so obviously you compliment him all the time because of it

he really wants to know something substantial about things you’re interested in!! like, if you’re into film, he wants to know about technical film stuff so he can understand what ur talking about. if you’re into writing, he wants to know about your newest piece of writing and why you’re writing it.

he just firmly believes that repaying you for all the support you’ve shown him in his training is super important!!

doesn’t have any big qualms about you showing skin-ship with other people but hand holding is!! yours and his thing and he gets bitter if you do it with someone else

so: overall, i think yoonbin would take a lil while to fully grasp how relationships and being with someone actually works, but like. as soon as he does he’d be a pretty picture perfect boyfriend to be honest

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lassluna · 6 years ago

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Let the Stars Remind You (15/20)

“It’s ok Papa, you don’t have to worry. We can trust her, she’s just like me,” She says holding his hand. “She can hear the stars. She’s just like me.” she repeats, a look of wonder on her face, pure belief in what she’s saying. Killian looks down at her. His little girl, his Starfish, and isn’t sure. He still isn’t sure if rescuing Emma Swan is the best thing he’s ever done, or their undoing.

AN: The end is in sight! Thank you all for the wonderful comments on this monster of a piece, it means the world to me. I'm so excited to post this chapter.

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The girl, Robin, comes back the next day, or what Killian assumes is the next day. Without the light of the window it becomes increasingly more difficult to tell time in Eloise’s dungeon.

She comes back with a small collection of things, pieces of metal mostly, along with some utensils and small tools. “These things are used to pick locks.” The girl says proudly.

It’s a worthy plan Killian agrees, but there proves to be a rather significant problem.

“There’s no lock on the door.” he points out, feeling the smooth metal of the door, there isn’t a blemish to be had. He’d spent several hours contemplating that exact plan. He sees the pride drain from the young girl’s face.

“What about the hinges?” Robin asks. There also appears to be no hinges. It’s as if the metal bars appeared in the wall with no intention of ever releasing their prisoner.

(A thought Killian wouldn’t put past Eloise.)

The girl releases a heavy sigh sinking to the floor cross legged, her arms folded tightly. “This is going to be harder than I thought.” She concluded.

“Aye, but I appreciate the help Miss Mills.” He addresses. The girl rolls her eyes.

“Robin. It’s Robin.” Robin insists as she starts nervously running fingers through her hair.

“Alright Robin. What exactly led you to be here of all places, you obviously haven't bought into their spiel.” he notices, her being younger it surprises him. He’d expect this type of resilience from someone older. “You’re mother isn’t one of them is she?” He asks.

The girl laughs. “No way. My mom would rather die than be here. Honestly Gothel tried to get my mom here, but she doesn’t exactly like being told what to do.” He can see the girl grin at the mention of her mother. “Once my mom finds out I’m here she’s going to kill Gothel, and then probably me. But that’s fine.” She insists. “Because then I get to go home.”

“Then how did you end up here?” Killian asks. This makes her uncomfortable, makes her fingers twirl through her hair faster.

“I um...maybe I bought into a little of their crap. I thought...well she promised me something...but then went back on it. She actually laughed in my face about it and now won’t let me go home...” She says trailing off. “I really want to go home.”

He believed her, and he swore he’d get her there. Eloise was not going to separate anymore children from their families. But he didn’t exactly know how to go about doing that.

“Do you know how to play cards?” Robin blurts out. He’s taken a back.

“Cards?” He repeats. She nods.

“You know like poker?” He gives her a strange look, this is the last thing he’s expecting.

“You look a little young for gambling lass.”

“My Dad played poker, he was a professional.” She says proudly. “But he didn’t get to teach me...”

“I know how to play, but I’m not too sure if I should be teaching you if your Mom doesn’t want you learning.”

“We are in an evil witch’s cult dungeon” she deadpans. “I don’t think it could get much worse.”

Well she was right about that.

“Alright lass, divide those pieces evenly and we’ll get started.” he says sitting as close to the bars as possible. “I’ll make sure we have a full deck.”

They were missing four cards, but that had never stopped him before. He used to make up odd rule changes when he and Alice were missing pieces to their games and here was no different. After a few hours of playing with Robin they decided to call it a day and Robin disappeared again, promising to come back tomorrow.

She did.

Sometimes they’d play cards, other times she’d ask about random things, how sports worked, why cars were noisy; how to start a fire out of wood.

He tried to teach her chess once but she grew rather bored quickly.

Sometimes she’d come for a few minutes telling him about what Eloise would do: Like when she got so angry she yelled at a woman named Elsa and made the woman cry.

Other times Robin bitterly wanted to pretend they were anywhere else. So he agreed and he pretended they were having a tea party. Robin thought it was stupid at first, but Killian did eventually get her to talk to ‘Mr. Rabbit’. It made Robin laugh so he counted it as a win.

Somehow, however, she never came down when Eloise or whoever else brings him his daily food was here. Killian knew it was only a matter of time before their alliance was caught.

Eloise still taunted them, but they seemed to lose their bite now that she wasn’t his only source of contact from the world above. He tried to pretend otherwise, to protect Robin from being discovered. If Robin was caught and punished because of him, Killian didn’t know if he could live with himself.

“What do they say about Alice and I?” He asks one day staring up at the ceiling as Robin counts the collection of things she brought down that morning. “They have to have some explanation for keeping a man in the dungeon.”

There’s a pause.

“They say you kidnapped her. That you want to use her for her magic, that you brainwashed her.” He looks up at her. “Apparently Eloise had some sort of vision about the Guardian being her daughter and being able to tame the darkest magic ever.” Robin rambles. “I think she’s just a twat.”

Killian chuckles.

“What really did happen?” Robin asks softly.

“Alice is my daughter, my flesh and blood, but Eloise is her mother. Her mother who abandoned her.” He can see the surprise on her face. Eloise, who claims to be everyone’s mother around here, had abandoned her own flesh and blood. “Eloise thought that Alice was born without magic so she had no need of her. Trust me when I tell you that the only reason she wants you here, is because she sees some use for you, otherwise she’ll throw you away.”

Robin nods, allowing him to continue.

“She tried to enter Alice’s life again, and then kidnapped her from her school and proceeded try and to take her magic from her.”

“Take her magic?” Robin repeats. “She can’t do that!” Killian nods.

“Alice however...well I’m not too sure how she failed, all I know was that Alice screamed and everything shattered, she broke the spell and we ran. We ran to try and go to the police, but well they didn’t believe us, worse, she made them think I kidnapped her.” He shakes his head at the memory, of the teachers recounting a story that never happened, his employees talking about his alcohol consumption, all lies. The only person unaffected was his partner Weaver and his wife, who told him to take Alice and run, Alice who was too scared to leave the house, begging him to not let the bad people turn her into a tree. Weaver told him he’d sort everything out, told him to call Liam and then get out of town. “So we ran until she found us.”

They were quiet for a bit until Robin piped up.

“They haven’t found her.” She says. “If that makes you feel better. Gothel is pissed and biting everyone’s head off, so they haven’t found her.” It did make things better.

“What’s home like for you?” He asks. The girl shrugs.

“Do you have friends. “ She nods. “Do you do any sports?” Another nod. “What does your mom do?”

“Exercise…she runs a small gym in town, does exercise classes and basically does anything to be home.” The girl crosses her arms. “So I do a bunch of after school stuff, usually Aunt Regina comes to get me…”She trails off. “Whenever Mom is home with Aunt Regina they fight, like all the time, about me…”

He watches her get tenser with every word. “They stop when I’m in the room, but it’s always so tense when they’re both there, and Regina is always home with us, sometimes I wish she wouldn’t spend so much time there, but then I’d be alone…” Robin huffs out. “I wanted to run away, but maybe I just wanted to see my mom come get me…for once.”

He wishes he could hug her, he wishes he could tell this young girl, this girl who reminds him so much of Alice some days that her mother loves her, that she is coming to save her.

“She’s coming Robin, you have to believe that.”

“Oh I know. I just wish it wouldn’t take so long. I used to get bully by this kid Jim last year, he would always try to cut my hair on the playground, so one day I had enough, one thing my mom taught me is that if you put up with crap, people will treat you like crap.” He narrows a glance at her.

“You use such terrible language for your age, did you know that?”

Robin rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue. “You are such a dad.” She says. “Anyway, I lured him up to the top of the castle and pushed the bloody git down the slide.” She says in triumph. “He didn’t mess with me again.”

“You are a very scary 6 year old.”

“I’m 7!”

“You are an equally scary 7 year old.”

“Can you stop interrupting? Well Mrs. Nolan saw me and well called my mom, she want crazy defending me, because she knows I wouldn’t push someone down the slide unless they deserved it, scared Jim’s parents, the principle and my teacher, it was great. When my mom gets here, Gothel will be afraid because my mom is a force to be reckon with.” Robin smiles proudly. “When my mom gets here, she’ll put the fear of God in all of them.”

He believes her.

Then one day, at the end of the third week into his stay. Robin comes bounding in with a bright look on her face.

“I have an idea! I cannot believe I didn’t think about this earlier!” She exclaims practically jumping from foot to foot. “The only way to fight magic is magic after all!”

He laughs at her antics. “Come on Robin spit it out.”

“What if I can magic the wall away?” She asks. It catches him by surprise.

“You have magic?”

He knew she did, knew that Eloise would have no interest in a girl with no magic, but he’d yet to hear her talk about it in the slightest.

She shrugs. “Kinda.” She reaches into her pocket to produce an apple. “I can make this do what I want.”

“Do what you want?” He repeats.

“I’m going to throw this over there.” She points at the staircase leading to freedom. “It’s going to bounce off a bunch of things and you’re going to catch it.” She says it with such certainty that when she does as she claims, it leaves him stunned. It was nothing like Alice’s brand of magic.

“My mom and Aunt think its magic, I’ve always been able to just make things work for me. They say my dad could do things like that too...” She shakes her head. “But it’s all I can really do? I’ve tried to do more but it mostly blows up in my face...” She says trailing off. “It’s like Luck magic. Gothel says everyone has a different brand of magic, Elsa has ice, Gretel has candy, she has nature…” Robin says trailing off.

He gives her a gentle smile, hoping she could get back on topic. “But I think if I practice enough maybe I can make the wall disappear!” She says happily. “Then we can escape!”

He nods. “Alright lass, give it a try.”

She does, she stands firm, hands outstretched, eyes closed. Killian watches with baited breathe, but after a few moments he realizes that nothing is happening.

Robin however doesn’t give up; her face is scrunched this time as she obviously is trying to concentrate harder.

“Lass?” he asks gently.

“It’ll work!”

After a few more moments, Robin sighs in defeats and plops down, folding her knees in her arms. “I just don’t understand. Gothel said she’d help me make it work, but she hasn’t helped me at all. Ever since she got me to this stupid place she’s been doing nothing and I hate it! I hate it hate it!” She started ranting. Killian presses against the bars, wanting to comfort the child but he can’t.

“I just want to go home!” She cries, tears welling up in her eyes, making the young girl look ever so young.

“Oh but you are home darling.”

He sees all the color drain from the girls face as she jolts away from the voice, closer to the bars.

A smirk is painted on Eloise’s face as the girl cowers.

“This-This isn’t my home!” Robin snaps once she’s got her words back. “I want to go home! I want my mom.” Eloise just chuckles.

“Now now, is he putting thoughts in your head Robin?” She chastises. “Perhaps it’s time we all sat down and talked about it.” She says ad flicks her wrist.

Killian stumbles as he lands, mind disoriented, just like the first time Alice did that trick.

They’re no longer in a dungeon, but in her living room at her table.

(He remembers drinking at that table, throwing that table, cooking food at that table that she’d shove down the garbage disposal without even tasting it. He remembers too many things in this place.)

It’s spread out with teacups filled with tea, biscuits and sweets along with milk and sugar. It appears to him that Eloise has prepared them an actual tea party.

Killian had no doubt it was a trick.

“Stay behind me Robin.” He instructed. Robin nods in agreement.

“I hate tea.” She mutters under her breathe.

“I won’t repeat myself.” Eloise says in a dangerous tone. “Sit down.”

He feels Robin shift from behind him. “But didn’t you just repeat yourself?”

He hides her from view knowing full well Eloise wouldn’t take too kindly for her sass.

“Alright we’ll play your games. But I promise you, you’re not laying a single hand on this child.”

She rolls her eyes as he complies. “Like you’ve ever been able to stop me before.” She muses as he does as asked, Robin sits across from Eloise as he takes the spot besides her.

“You can’t lay a hand on me.” He reminds her.

“I’m well aware that you are under protection.” Eloise says with an eye roll. “Perhaps I just want to treat you to something nice, is that so wrong? Doing something nice?”

He doesn’t trust that smirk for a single instant.

“Fine Eloise, do something nice, let Robin go home. She doesn’t want to be here.” He insists.

She shrugs. “Trust me, if you knew her mother, you’d think me mother of the year.” She snickers. That makes Robin perk up.

“Hey, you don’t get to talk about my mom like that!” She says, standing up. “She tries her best.”

He places a hand on Robin’s shoulder. “She’s trying to bait you.” He says, taking a sip of the tea.

“Let me go back to Alice, be a god damn mother for once in your life and want what’s best for her!”

“I am what’s best for her!” Eloise snaps, slamming her cup on the table. It makes Robin jump. “I am her mother, she belongs with me. Her power belongs to me.”

“And that’s why you’ll never get it.” He declares. “Because Alice is special, she is pure and selfless and nothing like you.”

“So she’s like you is she?” Eloise prods. “Prove it. Prove you deserve Alice, prove you’re better than me.”

He doesn’t like the sound of this.

“You and I are going to play a little game Killian, winner take all.”

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12miraenie · 6 years ago

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Quandary

🎃Paring: Baekhyun x Reader

🎃Genre: Fluff, Ghost AU

🎃Word Count: 3k

🎃Summary: What happens when you can suddenly see the ghost who’s been living in your house longer than you have?

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“Bye, mom!”

The forced smile on your face disappeared the moment her taxi sped past the gate of your house. You tucked both hands into the back pockets of your jeans and sighed. Seriously, what kind of mom abandons her kid when they are about to turn 20 for a business conference? For over a month you’ve been thinking about this birthday when all of your families can finally be together to celebrate you passing the legal drinking age and joining the rest of your family for a drink.

That was the plan until your brother was called in for an internship and your dad miraculously lost his passport abroad. And now, your mom too. It’s not like they don’t love you or don’t care about you, judging from the pile of gifts on the table and the brand new car in the driveway that your brother got for you. You don’t want to sound like a spoiled brat complaining about not getting enough attention, but honestly, you just wished that you can have a conversation together on the same table instead of texts and things that you probably won’t ever use.

“Right, this means…takeout.” You mumbled to yourself and shut the door behind you.

You remember the look on your dad’s face distinctively whenever you craved pizza or chicken. After he forbid you and your brother from eating junk food, you were disheartened for a while until one night you found your brother munching on a chicken leg while watching a movie at 2 am. Where did your brother hide the takeout posters?

“Aish, this jerk!” Your fisted your hair in frustration after opening probably the tenth drawer in the kitchen.

Suddenly one of the top cupboards above the stove cranked open slowly and then shut close with a loud slam. You jumped at the sound, a small yelp came out of your mouth. Putting a hand on your heart, you could feel its rapid beating.

“What the heck?” You turned to the side only to see the tightly shut windows. You froze and listened carefully, but the house was quiet like nothing happened just now. Shaking your head, you tried to get rid of the sudden shock and opened another drawer.

Bang.

You snapped your head up only to see the same drawer being opened and closed again. You hesitated for a second but still reached up to open the cupboard. There on the side laid a bunch of takeout flyers. You let out a shaky breath and sat on one of the chairs.

Are you surprised? Not really. Since you could remember, there has always been something weird going on in the house. The cereal you put on the table would be on top of the fridge, the jacket you tossed on the couch would be in your closet the next day, or the curtain would be drawn at as early as 7am on Saturdays.

One night your brother came home and shouted from the foyer, “Yah! You finally learned to put your shoes right!”

Did you? Why did you remember kicking them off and heading to sleep the moment you came home? When your parents and brother were asked if they have similar experiences, all you got was blank looks, a sigh, and “Y/N, we are not 5-year-old children.”

Reading through articles online and scrolling through forums only got you one conclusion. You are haunted.

You laughed, as long as the moon orbits around the earth, ghosts don’t exist. You probably put the cereal back, hang your jacket, and put your shoes back in their places without noticing. And your brother must have opened the curtains to annoy you on the weekends. The more you think, the more you were convinced.

Nothing is going on. You are overthinking, Y/N.

It was an hour later the food arrived. Putting the bags down in front of the TV, you smiled as the heavenly aroma attacked your nostrils. You ran like a giddy child to get utensils from the kitchen. However, when you returned the previously tied bags were open, revealing the takeout boxes.

Right, you opened them before getting up.

You bit into a piece of the heavenly fried chicken and almost sucked in a breath. It is undoubtedly the best thing you’ve ever eaten since you were born. What your dad’s deal with it? You shook your head and turned your attention back to the Mission Impossible marathon. You thought back on your brother and parents. Their loss for missing this.

You woke up face planted in the pillow and fished for your phone on the bedstand. Turning your head to the side, you squinted at the bright screen full of Happy Birthday messages from your friends and relatives. It sucks to be born in summer when everyone’s out on vacation. You couldn’t even go out with your friends.

A yawn left your mouth as you stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your body. You had the best sleep ever, without waking up to the bright sunlight from outside the window. You couldn’t even remember the last time you woke up after 10am.

You brushed your hair and plugged in the hair dryer. Humming a familiar tune, you start drying your hair and looked into the mirror. From the reflection, you could see a man was leaning on the wall behind and staring at you.

You blinked your eyes and rubbed them, fully believing that he will be gone and the only thing you would see is the bathroom wall. When you opened your eyes again, you wished you hadn’t. Because the man was still standing behind and looking at you, only this time, he had his arms crossed.

The realization came too quick for your liking, your hands started trembling as your heartbeat picked up its rate, going off the chart in no more than two seconds. Despite the stoic face, on the inside you were more scared than you ever thought you could be. Breathing through your nose deeply, you unplugged the hair dryer and hit the guy the second you turned around.

Baekhyun’s POV

He hasn’t felt anything in a long time, but the burning sensation on his left arm felt more real than anything else. Before he can even take a look, something heavy hit his head. Baekhyun yelped and shielded his head with both hands, “Aish! What-Yah, stop!” But you were calling him all kinds of colorful names in a loud voice that easily covered his. He knew things being thrown to him, but they went past him that air and he couldn’t feel them like before.

“What the fuck?” You cursed, and then it was silence.

Baekhyun dared himself to open his eyes and came face to face to you staring at his mouth and eyes wide open in shock. You had one hand clutched around the towel and the other grabbing on the dryer tightly. Baekhyun came-no, floated-one step closer and you dropped the dryer to the floor.

“You…can see me?” Baekhyun asked in a timid but hopeful voice, his eyes shined brighter than before. Finally, after thousands of years, someone is able to see him! Excitement took over him as he went even closer.

Baekhyun watched you take small steps backward until your body touched the opposite wall. A triumphant smile took over his face, “You really can see me, right?”

“Get away from me.”

Baekhyun’s smile faltered. “No! Please, I promise I’m not a pervert or a stranger or even a person! I can’t harm you anyway.”

Gesturing wildly, he tried to convince you that he’s perfectly harmless, which did the opposite thing that he hoped for. Baekhyun punched the wall on his side, watching your eyes bulge into the size of glass balls.

“See? I can’t touch anything, they just go through me.” Baekhyun shrugged and put on the best smile he could muster, “Now can-“

Before he could even finish his sentence, your eyes rolled to the back, and you passed out.

Your POV

“Now that we are past introductions, we can be friends! Ah, it feels good to have someone actually hear you speak.”

You had a blanket wrapped tightly around you as you slipped on the cup of hot tea, watching the man-no, ghost dancing and twirling in the kitchen happily like he just got a hundred million dollars. There is no way that you could imagine any of this is true, that ghosts actually exist, that he’s been living here longer than you have, and the fact that you can actually see them.

“I don’t even know your name, ok? Can you please just sit down so we can talk?” Being this calm in front of a supernatural creature was not what you had imagined. The fainting probably took away all the shocks and scared you got from him. Your voice isn’t even trembling.

“My name is Baekhyun.”

You bit your lip watching the man who looks like he comes from the ancient Joseon era. Discarding everything else, you can’t help but notice how good looking he is. There’s no point denying that the blue silk robe weaved with golden threads accentuated his flawless features, and the sheen of slightly shining transparency makes him look ethereal. He just seems so different from all the Joseon people you learned from history class, who all had long beards, wrinkled faces, and bad money habits. Baekhyun, on the other hand, looks more like an actor in a historical drama.

Oh god, what are you thinking?

You cleared your throat, preventing “So, umm…who are you? I mean, are you a Joseon emperor or something?”

Baekhyun shook his head, “I am more like the general type.”

You arched an eyebrow, from the way he acts like a 5-year-old kid you would never have guessed that. Maybe the doubt is your eyes was obvious enough for him to explain, “I know, my brother thinks the same too.”

“So um…do you just roam around here? Don’t you have some kind of mission or things to do?” You thought back on the ghosts or spirits portrayed in popular media, wondering if they are true or not.

Baekhyun laughed humorlessly. “Mission? You want me to live my life? My life has been over. For centuries. I’m dead. Yes, I am stuck between life and death because I couldn’t revenge for my brother, but you kind of stop thinking about it after 7 hundred years.”

Even though his face didn’t show it, the look in his eyes betrayed him. They were filled with sadness and the kind of nostalgia and missing someone that breaks your heart even from justing looking at him.

The atmosphere was becoming too tense for your liking, it felt like all the air molecules were pushing down on you. Baekhyun looked like he had just woken up from a bad dream, but he covered up quick enough for the pain in his eyes pass in a fleeting moment.

“So…last night the cupboards….it was you, right?”

Baekhyun nodded, the silk headband moved up and down with his head.

“So I am not ill after all. You said you’ve been here for the last 21 years, so you’ve been doing this all the time?“

He crossed his arms and jumped down-no, floated closer. That’s the only thing you still can’t get used to, the fact that he has legs and doesn’t use them to walk or at least, appear walking. Baekhyun looks surprisingly real, his skin has a normal color, and the texture of his silk robe looks intricate enough to touch, and every detail of his face is clear.

“The cereal boxes?“

“Yep.”

“My shoes?“

“Yep.”

“My clothes?”

“Yep. It’s gonna be the same answer to all the other questions you have. Yes, I also breathed down your neck whenever you got a wrong answer at your history homework.”

You sighed and pinched your nose, _it all makes so much sense now._ You thought back to the times you convinced yourself that you just have a good intuition in for history, ”That’s why I always get an A in history?“

“Then why didn’t you do that to all my homework?”

Baekhyun cleared his throat, “You wouldn’t have guessed that even after hundreds of years there are people still bad at counting numbers, right?“

You burst into laughter at Baekhyun who started to blush. Different from humans, the pink on his cheeks looked more transparent, almost a jelly-like color.

“Yah! At least you had a free housekeeper for twenty years. Don’t be a brat.” Baekhyun pouted, the annoyed frown on his face made him look more adorable ever.

Baekhyun feels like the long-lost best friend you never had. The fact that he’s been with you since birth felt creepy before, but you can tell that Baehyun is genuinely nice to be around with. Well, except times he’s annoying as hell.

“Y/N…I want that.”

You shivered when Baekhyun breathed down your neck. Turning around, you gave him a hard stare.

“No, Baekhyun. I need to finish this paper today. Plus you already have clothes. Go away.”

Baekhyun huffed loudly when you closed the tab on a shopping site. Just when you thought he had gone to somewhere else, the screen of your computer glitched and went black.

“Yah! Byun Baehyun!” You fisted your hair in irritation, “I didn’t even save that paragraph!“

“Is something wrong?“

Your brother’s head appeared from behind the door and the pen you threw in Baekhyun’s direction magically hit his head instead.

“You were loud enough for me to hear through noise reduction headphones.”

Your eyes darted to Baekhyun, who was standing a few inches away from your brother and watching with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Sorry. I was just annoyed with my _nuclear proliferation timelines. _”

He shrugged, “That’s why I told you to study business in college.”

You picked up the pen on the ground after your brother left and threw it to Baekhyun again. The plan to ignore him didn’t go well the moment he looked at you with those puppy eyes. The natural downturned shape didn’t help with your resolution as well. How come that it’s so hard to refuse him?

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “Fine.”

Somehow you ended up in Gucci. Somehow Baekhyun pointed to that 600 dollar sweater you think is absolutely disgusting and said he wanted it.

You let out an exasperated sigh and turned to the shopping assistant with a forced smile.

”I’ll take this, thanks.”

Baekhyun floated next to you happily while you stared at the receipt with a painful expression.

“Do you know how much I spent on you already? You are gonna get me bankrupt in no time.”

“But you love me. And…“ Baekhyun whispered in a sing-song voice, “I help you with your tests in school.“

You sighed. There’s no way you can argue with that. Ever since Baekhyun figured out he’s no longer bound to stay in the house when he’s with you, he’s been tagging along wherever you go. And soon comes the perk of being the only one who can see and hear a ghost when Baekhyun shouts answers to multiple choice questions to you during tests in exchange for food or clothes. You still jump sometimes because of how loud he can be as if other people can see him as well.

You set up the fire in a remote spot of the riverside park, where you burn everything for Baekhyun. Tearing apart the carefully wrapped box, you dropped the sweater into the fire watching it lit on flames. You sighed, people would think you are crazy if they see you like this.

“Happy?”

You turned around to Baekhyun when everything was reduced to black dust on the ground. Your breath hitched as you took him in.

How comes he still looks good in an ugly sweater like that? He looks more like a runway model than anyone else. Your heart started going crazy watching him under the afternoon sunlight. It made him glow even more. Your eyes caught on the details of his face, the amber of his eye, the small scar on the side of his cheek, and the strands of hair covering half of his forehead. They looked more real than usual, almost like solid colors.

You stepped closer and looked him over once again. Where did that transparency go? He should look more invisible under strong light, but Baekhyun looked completely the opposite.

“Is it alright? Yellow looks nice, huh?”

You pointed to one side of his body, “There’s a ruffled edge on the left side.“

“Where?” Baekhyun turned his head back and forth but couldn’t get it right. You knew that he couldn’t touch anything, but at that moment something propelled you to reach out your hands to him.

Baekhyun jumped back like he was burned by a candlestick the moment your fingers touched the now straighten sweater. When you realized it, you froze too.

He looked down in confusion, why didn’t your hands go through him like everybody else?

“You were able to touch me just now, how?”

You stared at your hand in shock, the texture of cashmere still felt real on the tip of your fingers. Did you just touch Baekhyun?

You sucked in a breath when you reached out again, but this time to his hand. The slightly cold but unmistakably real sensation of his fingers against your palm scorched you like a fire. Your hand was shaking when Baekhyun reached out, but this time he felt your hand for real.

Your head snapped up to meet Baekhyun’s when his fingers were wrapped around your wrist gently. The coldness from where the tip of his fingers met your wrists reminded you that everything is real, that you and Baekhyun are actually able to touch each other.

“Am I…becoming human?”

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dolanswhore · 6 years ago

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Fluff Alphabet w/ Ethan Dolan

Attractive: (your most attractive feature to him and vise )

Ethan's favorite feature would be your laugh, the sound was almost heavenly, and he always tries his hardest to so exactly that, make you laugh no matter the cost.

His arms. Due to working out more recently, Ethan has noticed the swelling in them, and will always watch them flex when it comes to holding you and sexing you

Baby: (Does he want kids?)

Ethan is all about family, the most important people in his life will always be his family and you. He considers you family right away, when ever 'my family' is said hes including you without a doubt.

Ethan had always voiced hes wants children, but not specifically with you, but the one time he couldn't help but let , "let's name our baby that."

Cuddle: (How you cuddle)

Ethan will never admit it, actually would take it to his grave :)) but he lived for cuddling

He'd always wait until you ask, but honestly will just stare at you all day just wishing he could ask you.

“Ethan do you wanna cuddle?”

“i dunno pumpkin do you wanna cuddle?”

you would play along and act like you didn’t know he loved it, even though it was very noticeable when he would practically tackle you to the nearest piece of furniture, and hold you tight for the rest of the day.

Dates: (Most dates are like..)

ok ethan wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings, but would always try when it came to dates. he always came up with the best ideas, always wanting to adventuring and being with you, his two favorite things.

From cliff diving, and then just riding quads he always tries to make it a blast just to see that smile, and see you laugh for even a second

it was worth it

Everything: (You’re his everything)

It was very unlike Ethan to just be this quiet all day, usually it meant he was so into thought of course hungry. But this was different, silence was never this long, or worried you as much as it did now.

“E?” You mumble, watching as he finally shifted to face you. “Are you okay?”

Ethan look at you unsure, not being the best at explaining his feelings, but feeling them was a whole another story. Ethan struggled he struggled with insecurities, he struggled with self worth, he just couldn’t understand why you would want him. “Why me? Why me out of everyone in this world? Why do I deserve you?

“E what do you mean?” It caught you off guard, not really knowing what to say, it was so unvery like him.

“I mean why did you choose me? You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, you’re perfect and i’m just me. You’re everything I ever wanted.. and I’m just me.”

With no words, you stand, taking a seat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck before pressing a soft kiss against his lips, “I choose you because you are that person for me, the perfect person for me.”

Feelings: (When he first realized he had feelings for you..)

well let’s just say that these feelings hit ethan like a truck omg

you two were friends before you started dating, not really close though

you were more friends with grayson and would tend to stay but him more, but you would alway talk to ethan

it was this one time, all his friends were over the house, everyone seemed to be having fun except you, who sat at the dinning room table just staring at the plate of pizza grayson had passed to you hours ago

“Hey.” Ethan’s words were quiet, but loud enough for your ears only. You smiled sweetly besides the ache against inside your chest.

“Hey E.”

“Why are you all alone? everyone is having fun?” It was also not very like you to just sit there, usually being the life of the party.

It took a few minutes before you answered truthfully, “I miss my family is all.”

Ethan let out a sigh, knowing exactly how that did feel, he moved closer to you, arm swinging around the back of your chair. “Looks like you’re stuck with me all night.”

And with that smile he was given, he couldn’t help but feel the heat in his cheeks, and his heart thumping against his chest.

Gentle: (How gentle is he?)

Ethan is so gentle with you, doesn’t matter the situation he is so soft with you

maybe because he sees you as the most precious thing in the world, and would never do anything to break it

but like just imagine him accidently hitting you while play fighting, and as soon as he saw the tears, he literally felt his heart get ripped out of his chest, he would hold you so tight to his chest, pressing soft kisses against your head, “I’m so so so sorry baby, oh my god.”

he literally felt like he killed a puppy

Hand/Hold: (PDA)

Ethan isn’t really into public PDA, he would never not touch you though, usually it’s just holding hands with you, or small kiss to your cheek

but when you guys were alone, he loved loved loved kissing, and hugging you, just being close to you. Cuddling, or just resting his hand on your knee or thigh as he plays on his phone.

Interest: (His interest in you..)

He always asks how your day went, what you did, or if he notices what is bothering you so much.

Ethan was always so intrested in you, he would always make sure everything was okay.

and when he knew something was wrong, he would always lay down next to you, hands finding yours, entertwining them, “What happened today baby, who do I gotta beat up?”

Joker: (Funny stuff)

When you and ethan are together forget about it, you’re either dying or laughter, or jokingly yelling at each other

Grayson would get so annoyed at how stupid you guys get, like literally dropping a piece of bread on the ground, and the both of you dying of laughter, but it would make him laugh at how hard you two were laughing over it

also teaming up on grayson with pranks, and you getting ethan good with grayson

Kisses: (How he often kisses you…)

E is always kissing you.

Literally is always wanting a kiss too,

could be cooking, “give me a kiss.”

or showering, “wait before you shower, kiss.”

“KISSSSS ME!!!”

Little Things: (A small thing he loves about you..)

Whenever you’re having a bad day, you literally wrap yourself in an Ethan burrito, never leaving his side, he loves clingy you.

Memory: (Favorite memory of you..)

Ethan’s favorite memory will have to be your first date despite how nervous he was, and his calmmy hands.

he was suttering mess the whole time, with red cheeks

he was so embrassed but hearing you laugh made him calm slightly

Nickel: (Spoiling you..)

Ethan is always buying you stuff

hes spoils you 24/7 which annoys you so much because you can’t do it back

so he tones it down and finds new ways of spoiling you such a drawing you baths, taking you on small dates and even trying to cook for you (Which turns out awful, so you usually order pizza)

Orange: (Favorite color..)

The color of your lips after he’s kissed them for hours. The swelling ontop of the slight color of irritation from him biting them.

Petnames: (what he calls you..)

usually calls you babe, baby, and babygirl. He’s main nickname for is pumpkin though. When you first started dating you expressed your love for fall which lead him to taking you to pumpkin patch to of course get your pumpkins for carving.

He loved how excited you were, and when you finally did pick the pumpkin, “My pumpkin, got her pumpkin.” The blush that filled your cheeks was the cutest thing ever.

You call him honey, hun, babe, E, and baby. You two rarely use each other names, only when you’re mad.

Questions: (What he usually asks you..)

“How was your day babygirl?” He never fails to ask you everyday, the moment he sees you after school, it always makes you smile.

“Why are you so pretty?!” Using his baby voice and pinching your cheeks in his hands. You groan tiredly, only waking up moments ago, pushing his hands away.

Remember: (What does he remember?)

Ethan always remembers things, he doesn’t need any reminding, he usually reminds you.

He does remember special dates such as your birthday or anniversaries, also he tries extra hard to remember you saying you like or want something.

Sad: (What he does when he’s sad)

When Ethan is sad he tends to push away but doesn’t mean to

He’ll soon apologize, and just want to hold you. He hates when he lets his emotions take over, and can’t stand seeing you said.

all he wants to do is cuddle in these times, holding you makes it better.

Talking: (His talking..)

Ethan literally doesn’t ever stop talking, it’s just him, but there are so many times where you get annoyed

“ETHAN QUIET TIME PLEASE”

Untruth: (Truthfulness..)

Ethan will always tell you the truth.

but when it comes to something that might help your feelings, he won’ tell you in order to avoid any kind of sadness

Volume: (Does he talk about you?)

He talks about you a lot

even if the person is to interested

he will just keep going on

and on

bc he loves his bitch and wants the world to know

Why: (Why he loves you..?)

Hes never met someone so caring, so full of life. Someone so loves him completely, will do anything for him. Ethan is truly best and he’s reminded every time he sees that beautiful face.

You’re everything he could’ve hoped for in a girlfriend.

X- Vision: (Does he know you?)

He knows you so well, he usually guesses what it is wrong, he doesnt need help.

he knows you like the back of his hand, he can see your face and know any emotion.

You: (what you are to him…)

his very best friend in the world next to his brother.

you’re his sunshine, despite always waking up to early, he’s glad you’re the first ray of the sun he sees every morning.

ethan can’t imagine his life without you now, not having a cuddle buddy, someone who gets him food when he’s going to hard core in fortnite, but also having a food buddy forever.

Zebra: (pets)

ethan has always wanted animals, but due to grayson being severly allergic to dogs, he couldn’t

but the moment you two got an apartment, without even telling you, he walked in not even a few hours later with a puppy

#ethan dolan #ethan dolan imagine #grayson dolan #grayson dolan imagine #the dolan twins imagine #the dolan twins

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sugakookiesbutbadass · 6 years ago

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💜 Soft Bias Tag 💜

i was tagged by the two lovelys at @bts-soccer-moms to do the most adorable tag ever ~ tysm this was so much fun!!

1. Who is my bias?

my favourite muscle bunny jeon jungkook, kookie, nochu, love of my life

2. What made you notice them?

“Dope” was my first bts mv and i swear it was legitimately love at first sight (that police uniform got me whipped from the start but shhh) i’ve never chosen a bias that quick in my life tbh i didn’t even know what a bias was back then and i already knew it was going to be him (cheesy i know) also when i started watching more bts content i fell for his honey vocals, his big sparkly eyes, his cute bunny smile, and he’s just my ideal boy you know? he’s beautiful and talented what more can i say?

3. What’s your favourite thing about them?

i know everyone says this about their bias but honestly can you blame us? of course the answer is everything! i love everything about him, his passion and ambition for music, his big heart and love for his hyungs, his cute mannerisms, his will to strive to become the best at whatever he sets his mind to, he’s not only beautiful on the outside but he’s infinitely beautiful on the inside

4. Who would initiate skinship more?

i think at the beginning probably me? mostly because he's such a shy shy boy but also i think once he's more comfortable it will be pretty balanced between us

5. Who would hog the blankets more?

either neither of us or him bc i'm literally a human heater so i don't really need to hog the blankets that much plus if he just cuddles up to me he wouldn't need to hog them anyways ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

6. Who would be more clingy?

i don't think either of us are that noticeably clingy but if it's just us and not in public then perhaps me?

7. Who would say “I love you” first?

hmmm is it cheesy if i say we happened to say it at the same moment bc it finally felt right? lolol but idk i think maybe he would to say it first cuz it takes me a while to finally admit things so yeah

8. Who easily be more flustered?

oh man i think we both tie in this one but i’d like to think that i can hide it better than him, i mean have you seen the stuttering mess kookie is when his hyungs catch him off guard poor bun bun

9. What cuddling position would you two have?

please refer to this taekook moment as a point of reference

10. Which colours remind you of him?

two colours come to mind:

~ golden honey yellow: he's not the golden maknae for nothing, also like i've said before, his honey vocals make me melt every time and he's also the sweetest boy so of course he reminds me of honey plus he looks so precious whenever he wears yellow

~ a deep bold red: it reminds me of the fire and raw passion in his eyes as he performs, the energy he exerts when he dances, and just that alluring presence he holds when he knows he's owning the stage

tldr: kookie is 💛✨🍯 and jungkook is ❤️🔥🎤

11. What season would you like to spend with them?

summer! i want to have all the fun in the world with him without any worries or cares in the back of our minds, i want to have cute amusement park dates, ice cream at the park dates, bowling alley and arcade dates, everything and anything, we could go out to the pier, stargaze, the whole shabang

12. Who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter?

based on the cooking run bts episodes, i think he'd be better in the kitchen than me tbh and i'm not much of a baker but i will help if i see someone else baking but also low key so that i can sneak a bite or two

13. Which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

i think both of us would crack a pun every now and then and the other person would just sigh and roll their eyes but also quietly chuckle and note to themselves to one up the other person in the future

14. Who would want to adopt 50 cats and dogs?

i think we would alternate between one of us being like "you know what sounds like a good idea? adopting a dog. right now. let's do it." and the other one being the Reasonable One™ but then eventually one day we both end up being the one wanting the dog and attempting to enable the other and so we end up getting a cute dog child and we live happily ever after the end

15. Which one of you would nearly burn the kitchen down trying to microwave a pop tart and who would come to the rescue?

well considering kookie had said before that he has One Fear which happens to be microwaves so i'm gonna say it's him. it will be like:

him: "kirstyyyy can you make me a pop tart?"

me: "sorry kookie i'm a bit busy at the moment, can you try making it yourself?"

*smoke detector goes off in the distance*

me: *cleans up the mess and makes him a new one*

me: "you're an idiot"

him: "yeah but i'm your idiot" 😉

me: “ugh you're lucky i still think you're cute” 🙄

him: “heheh sorry ily” 😙

16. Who likes to lean over trail railings and who pulls them back?

i think we'd both have our moments for this because we both have no fear of heights and have moments where #dangerismymiddlename but then again we are also promoters of safety so yeah

17. What would watching a horror movie with them be like?

it would consist of a lot of fun banter and teasing towards whoever jumps or get scared :P i really enjoy watching horror films with company because i love commentating (especially for dumb horror films where i get to yell at the characters for making dumbass decisions) but i also get a laugh whenever someone (including myself) gets a big scare so yeah, i think it would be fun to have a horror movie marathon with kookie during spooky season or something

18. Who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

i think kookie can be 50/50 i mean have you seen this boy's duality? his dorky offstage personality vs his sensual onstage presence gives me whiplash.. me on the other hand, i think my cheesiness will outweigh my smoothness like 75/25

19. Who would be more competitive?

we will make everything a competition, but like in a fun healthy way like "i bet i can beat you in this track in mario kart" "iS tHaT A cHaLLeNgE??!?" and whoever wins gets like a little prize each time (can be anything from food to a peck on the cheek to getting the better controller next time to picking the next movie etc.) like just simple silly competitions to keep it interesting (no sore losers or egotistic winners in this house, it's all just fun and games) and ooo bonus: we can keep a little chart over like the month or maybe the year like a "jungkook vs kirsty" and the overall winner gets a grand prize of whatever they want

20. Who would have to be given constant reminders (to eat, sleep, drink water, etc.)

him. we all know that he works his hardest and tries to push himself past his limits so i think he would need someone to gently remind him to take care of himself from time to time :’(

21. Who sends memes and who sends cute “i miss you” texts at 3 am?

we're talking about your resident meme king and queen here so what do you think? but then again we both have our soft hours so i think it will be a fair mix of both. something like

"i miss you"

"you meme a lot to me"

and that’s it!! this was honestly so much fun to do and i’m now feeling softer than usual for my bunny rip gonna go watch some cute compilations or something ok byeee

i tag: @wen-jun-bae, @blueberry-child, @taeyongskookie, @cyphersnamjoon, @mysticalj, @jinstaej, @min-baby-boy-yoongi, @majinstic, @madpanda69, @kochiniseokjinnie, @im-captain-of-this-ship, @kawaii-ing, @chiantae, @dailygifihope, and anyone else who wants to do this :)

#soft bias tag #soft bias #jungkook #bts #jungkook bias #get to know me #personal #tag #tags #ask me stuff :)

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nitaescence · 7 years ago

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여름 | Yeo Reum

Pairing : Husband&Dad!Taehyung x Wife&Mom!Reader ( + Dad!Jungkook)

Genre : Mild angst, Fluff

Word Count : 7.6 k

A/N : I stuck with the same family pattern than in their respective TROS scenarios (Taehyung | Jungkook) This oneshot happens a few years afterwards.

Jungkook [6:14 PM] I’m on my way

You let your phone fall back down on the couch next to you after you've quickly read the text message.

You gaze down at your youngest son, Tae Sook, who’s been drawing for hours now. A lazy smile curves your lips, glad to see him looking so pleased talking to himself as he takes glances at his several artworks spread out all around him on the carpet; touching them up here and then.

He's grown so much.

You press your lips in a thin line when a contraction suddenly tightens your swollen belly, your hand instantly going to press the painful spot on the right side.

Closing your eyes as your brain only focuses on the discomfortable feeling until it stops and when it does, you start to breathe normally again.

You notice your son watching you silently, two colored pencils trapped in his tiny fists held in the air as if he has been frozen and you can recognize worry in his features, surely after he's heard you faintly moan in pain.

You address him a small smile, reassuring him that everything is alright and he’s quick to resume drawing and humming singsongs.

The pain in your abdomen takes some time to disappear altogether, your headache starts intensifying and your other two boys playing noisily in their room don’t help at all.

You let out a long sigh, thinking how quickly they’ve forgotten about your earlier scolding; telling them to be as quiet as possible. You don’t feel like losing your temper and choose not to do anything — Your baby is expected anytime soon and the less you exhaust yourself the better for them and you.

You stare at the TV, feeling miserable. The sound doesn't reach your ears, your mind is too preoccupied thinking about your husband's absence, wishing he were there when you need him more than ever — it’s been two weeks since Taehyung has flown to China for a filming.

You mentally curse yourself for encouraging him to leave you on your own.

He’s insisted several times to stay by your side but you had foolishly assured him that you would be fine and that nothing major would happen in the meantime he’d be away.

The thing is that he was supposed to be home five days ago, the shooting being extended as he’s explained it in one of his many text messages some time ago. And in addition to that, he’s been unreachable ever since.

At this moment, you feel on the verge of breaking down.

This is your third time being pregnant but for some reasons, it feels different from the two others — you feel less energetic, your body has tripled in size everywhere it could and headaches have been quite frequent lately. Taehyung’s even noticed it when you've reached your second trimester and has hinted that it could be related to the gender of the baby.

Your first children are all boys and having a little girl will make you more than thrilled, however you’ve made it clear when you've wished not to reveal the gender so as to keep the surprise until the end. Your happiness will be the fullest regardless of the baby being a little boy or a little girl.

Seeing you struggling more than before, Taehyung’s decided — without consulting you — to text Jungkook about his availability and if he could drop by from time to time to check on you during his absence and help taking care of your sons.

He didn’t ask your opinion because he already knew you wouldn't be keen on accepting his idea, not that you mind a little bit of help but Jungkook has a family too and his boy is only two years old. You know how difficult having your first child can be and you felt bad for his wife — taking her husband away from her to replace yours.

You called her many times, explaining how even though Taehyung's requested their help they didn’t have to adapt their daily life just because of you but she kept telling you that she couldn't leave you alone with three kids and one “about to pop out anytime” and has decided with her husband to come by very often. She has even offered to take the twins with them so that you could have some peace and time to rest.

This time, Jungkook comes alone. The doorbell rings and you can hear squeals of delight as the twins rush to the entrance door quickly followed by their young brother.

They bump into each other arguing about the one that should open the door and shortly after you can see Jungkook peeping inside, looking down at three small heads looking up to see the newcomer. When they recognize him, they scream to express their joy.

You slowly stand up with one hand on your back, waddling towards the boys and you are already feeling dizzy.

Jungkook is crouched, hugging the three children all at once and even finds the strength to carry them all and the boys get surprised. He kisses each of them and puts them back down.

“You shouldn’t do this. It’s bad for your back,” you sigh, happy to have the company of someone over the age of four.

He looks at you for the first time but his eyes are drawn back downwards when he feels small limbs trapping his legs.

“You know I can't help but hug the life out of these munchkins whenever I see them,” he confesses still smiling to the boys.

“Jungkook, I-”

“I know, I know…” He cuts you while getting rid of his shoes and jacket with a smug face. “You’ll forever be grateful to us. I got it the third time and I’ll tell you for the umpteenth time that it’s normal.”

You watch him silently, smiling a little and quickly blink your eyes to prevent tears from falling. Damn those hormones.

You walk away inside the kitchen.

“Do you want something to drink?” You ask him as you open a cupboard. When you turn around, you see Jungkook tickling your sons as they try to keep a tight hold of him. “Boys, leave him alone and go play in your room,” you try to speak firmly but quickly give up on being stern when you feel your head pounding.

Jungkook looks down at the twins, a lopsided smile on his lips. They eventually let go of him and he goes to take a seat on one of the kitchen’s stools.

“Uncle! Look!” Says Tae Sook's high-pitched voice as his small legs move quickly towards the older man. He stretches his hands holding one of the sheets. “Fow you!”

With a snort of amusement, you pour some tea in two cups, remembering how he’s claimed that he planned to give all of his new drawings to Taehyung when he’d be back.

“For me? Really? Thank you! Wow, it’s beautiful,” exclaims Jung Kook, taking the piece of paper in his hand to have a closer look.

The little boy smiles, satisfied, and runs back to draw again.

“I can already see Tae’s jealous eyes,” chuckles Jungkook, admiring the abstract drawing as he shows it to you. “Do you have any news from him?” He hesitantly asks you when you put the hot drink in front of him.

You shake your head while sitting down next to him. “It’s been two days since his last message... The location has bad reception. If he knew when he’d come back I think he would have told me.”

“Maybe, he’s planning to surprise you,” the man laughs, his eyes never leaving you as he takes a sip.

“Honestly, I don’t care about it being a surprise or not... I just want him here with us...” you pout, dropping your head in your folded arms on the counter.

“When did you wake up this morning?” He asks, looking at your hair spread around your head.

“Way too early. Min Jun had a little bit of fever during the night but nothing too serious.” You reply, your words muffled in your sweater.

It’s his turn to sigh. “Ok. Go lie down.”

“I’m-”

“It’s okay. I’ll make dinner. You go rest.” He hops down and softly circles your shoulders to motion you towards the couch.

You tell him what you initially planned to cook and let him take full charge.

Once sat, you pick up the book you've been reading early this afternoon and left on the couch, trying your best to focus on it.

You can’t keep your eyes away from Jungkook who’s busy on making different dishes, ready to go answer any of his requests.

A sudden buzz interrupts your trail of thoughts and you look towards the source of the sound. The phone vibrates a second time and you localize it in Jungkook’s jacket, he's thrown on the armrest. You look at him but it seems he hasn't heard it. You take it out before its third buzzing.

“Jung Kook.” You show the lit device.

“Can you get it for me?”

You read his wife’s name and touch the green button. “Hello?”

“He-Hello?” Asks the female voice, obviously surprised not to hear her husband's.

“Hey. It’s me, (Y/n).”

“Oh, hi! I was just wondering if he already made it to your place.”

“Yeah, he arrived about fifteen minutes ago. How are you?”

Your discussion with her lasts a few minutes, the usual chit-chat; she tells you the reason she’s called isn't that important and can wait.

“Joo Won is being fussy and he keeps asking for Jungkook...” Her words makes you feel uneasy and you swallow a lump in your throat with difficulty, feeling guilty.

“He can talk to him. I’ll make a FaceTime call and put the phone next to Jungkook.”

You quickly thumb on the phone and tell Jung Kook about the reason his phone is now stuck behind a pan.

Needless to say that your book is long forgotten.

You can't help but come to envy the couple’s interaction as you listen to them. Your eyes gradually stare into space and you suddenly feel relieved your sons aren’t in the living-room with you this right moment.

You can't picture yourself answering their questions, wondering the reason uncle Jungkook has to answer a call while cooking, only to reveal to them that he does it because his son just wanted to talk to him when theirs isn’t even reachable.

You exhale loudly and feel your heart tightening in your chest, missing Taehyung even more.

You’re wiping tears when Jungkook suddenly calls for the boys to come and eat. You instruct them to go wash their hands before they come in rushing.

You watch everyone from your seat on the couch, not feeling like eating and smile at your sons as they seem to enjoy the food.

“(Y/n), you should really eat something,” whines Jung Kook for the fourth time as he walks away to fetch the water bottle. He then joins you on the couch with what you guess as your plate in his hands.

“If I have to feed you like my two-year-old then that’s not what’s gonna stop me.” He adds, a spoon full of food held in the air, waiting for you to open your mouth.

Your brows furrow as you stare at him and eventually agree to swallow three bites before a gasp leaves you when a contraction freezes your body and forces you to sit up.

Jungkook hastily puts the plate on the coffee table and looks at you, worriedly. He takes your hand and doesn't react when you squeeze the life out of it, his skin turning white around your fingertips.

“What’s wrong with mom?” Asks Min Hyuk, watching you both.

“Nothing, kiddo. The baby is just showing your mom great love.”

You chuckle, still in pain but the cramp gradually begins to go away.

“Baby! Don’t huwt mommy!” Shouts Tae Sook, his eyes appearing over the back of his chair.

The frown leaves your features and you start to breathe normally again.

After making sure you're not feeling any pain anymore, Jungkook lets you rest and goes to check on your children and clean the table when they're finished. He also does the dishes.

After a while, he emerges from the kitchen, lowering his sleeves and picks up his phone to see if he's received any messages or calls.

“I’ll bath the boys.” He speaks up, looking at you.

“What? Jungkook, no.” You try to sit up quickly to stop him. “You’ve done enough for tonight.” But he’s already disappeared in the hallway. You sigh, helpless and lean down again on your back.

You can hear giggles and songs sung along with water splashes.

After a while, you hear the boys coming out of the bathroom. You carefully stand up and walk towards the their rooms.

You enter the twins' and see them in their sleepwear all clean and beautiful. You go to tuck them in, wishing them goodnight and kiss their foreheads.

Jungkook is finishing helping Tae Sook wearing his pajama when you enter his room. Your son turns his head in your direction, keeping his balance as he grabs onto Jungkook's shoulders and smiles when he sees you.

“Mom,” he lets out, giggling as you sit down on his bed.

Jungkook lays him down and lets you tuck him in. The little boy stretches his little arms for you to hug him. You lean down, cuddle him and his little eyes are already half-closed when you lean back.

“Goodnight,” you whisper and he smiles tiredly. You kiss his chubby cheeks.

His likeness to his father as a child always amazes you.

You join Jungkook who’s been quietly standing by the door frame.

“You’re staying for the night, right?” You inquire in a small voice.

He nods. “They’ll share the same room?” He asks in a whisper, after he's noticed the cradle.

“Yeah, Taehyung and I renewed it months ago now and decided to make him sleep with the baby.”

“You sure he won’t complain?”

“Well, the first months they'll probably sleep with us in our room but later he won't be able to outrun it...” You chuckle.

He closes the door and follows you in the living room.

You go into your room and come back with clean bedsheets. By the time you've returned, Jungkook’s already changed into his sleepwear.

“Oh. I haven’t even noticed the bag you brought with you. I was about to give you some of Tae’s clothes.”

“I got it.” He replies, helping you with the sheets put on one of your the largest couches.

“Do you need anything else?”

“I’m good. Thanks.”

You smile and wish him a goodnight.

“(Y/n),” you stop in your tracks to look at him over your shoulder. “Don’t worry too much. Everything’s going to be alright.” He says as he props pillows.

You nod to him and walk away.

Despite Jungkook’s words telling you to focus on yourself and not on Taehyung's return, you can't ignore your thoughts for a long time and yield, taking your phone to look at some pictures.

You need to see him.

You also listen to the last vocal messages he’s sent in which he says how much he misses the boys and how much he loves you. You can feel a part of yourself relax when you hear his voice and eventually begin to fall asleep with your device still in your hand the screen fading to black on one of your husband’s pictures.

A sharp pain in your abdomen stirs you from your slumber. You sit up and bring one hand on your belly as you frown. You try to breathe deeply in and out.

After the pain has subsided a little, you stand up to walk to the bathroom.

When you come out, another powerful cramp freezes you and you almost feel like collapsing right before it disappears.

You resume walking to the living-room in which the T.V is turned on but the volume lowered to its minimum.

The children are quietly playing on the carpet with their toys.

Min Jun goes to greet you, involuntarily bumping his head against your belly and earning a hiss from you.

“Careful.” You frown and he quickly apologizes.

You stroke his head and look to the side, noticing Jungkook for the first time this morning — he is still lying on the couch, one leg bent under the wrinkled sheets, swinging the tv remote in his hand as the other rests against his chest and his eyes gazing up at you.

“Good morning,” you smile weakly and he greets you back. As you waddle to the kitchen, you can hear him sitting up.

“Let me make you breakfast. You should sit down.”

You don’t find the strength to object and simply turn back to occupy his seat as he places a hand on your shoulder, walking past you. He comes back a few minutes later with a tray. You thank him and take the plate on your belly.

“Mom... I want to pee.”

Jung Kook ignores your attempt to sit up and instantly stands up and takes Tae Sook’s hand to accompany him.

You look back at the plate and don’t feel like eating anymore.

When both of them disappear in the hallway, you push yourself up and slowly walk to the kitchen with the tray. You put it on the counter and open a cupboard to take out a glass. You fill it with water and drink it.

Stretching your arm to put it in the sink, you don't notice your hand's still far from the edge when a painful contraction steadily increases in strength, going from your back to the front of your abdomen causing the glass to shatter into several pieces as your legs bend when you're not able to hold yourself up anymore.

Your vision is blurry for some seconds. You let out a sob when the pain doesn't go away and you shut your eyes tightly. You open them again when you feel a warm liquid trickling down your thighs.

You pull up your nightdress and a breath of relief escapes you when you don’t see blood.

The sound of your sons' quick steps draws your attention and you immediately raise your hand towards them in a warning sign.

“Don’t come any closer, you’ll hurt yourself with the broken glass.” You bring your hand back to your belly, the pain slowly coming back as you try to hold yourself up with the other flat on the floor. Your eldest runs away calling for Jungkook when Minjun's chosen to stay and watch you from afar, powerless.

“Uncle! Mom fell down.” You hear Minhyuk yell.

The man quickly finishes drying Taesook’s hands and strides to the kitchen, the boys following him closely. You wince in pain and feel him placing one hand on your back.

“My water has broken.”

He helps you standing up and you frown again when you feel another contraction coming.

“Bring one of the chairs,” Jungkook instructs the twins who run together to move a chair to the kitchen as Tae Sook watches them confused. You sit down, clinging on your dress and bite back painful moans not to worry your sons too much.

“Remember to inhale and exhale deeply.” He tells you as he gathers all the broken pieces of glass and goes to throw them. He then grabs the boys' coats and tells them to put them on. “Where are your bags for the hospital?”

“In my room,” you manage to answer him when the cramp leaves.

He quickly walks inside and takes notice of the several bags that you've neatly set as soon as you've felt the baby could arrive anytime soon.

“Mom, you’re huwt?” Asks slowly Taesook as he walks closer towards you.

“No. Don’t go there,” warns Minhyuk, taking his brother away from the few broken glass left unpicked.

Your sons silently stare at you with concern as Jungkook brings everything next to the entrance door. He comes back next to you and helps you wear your large coat he's picked up from the hanger.

“Wait here for me until I come back, Okay? I’ll take your mother to the car.” He informs your children who look back at him with round eyes; Jung Kook swiftly carries you in his arms to move faster.

As soon as he's settled you inside, he runs back into the building and goes up the stairs to get the boys down. The moment he runs up the last staircase, your neighbor opens her door.

“Is everything all right?”

“Yes, ma’am. We’re just in a rush to get to the hospital.” Jungkook quickly answers as he goes inside to grab the bags in one hand and carry Tae Sook in his arms, telling the twins to follow him quickly but carefully down the stairs. Your neighbors watches the four boys running down, her arms folded on her chest.

He comes back again to get your phone and lock the door.

She quickly asks, “Does (Y/n) need me? She told me I could help when she’d deliver.”

Jung Kook puts the key inside his pocket, “she didn’t tell me anything. I’m sorry but I really have to go.” And with that he leaves her.

Once everyone has fastened their seat-belt, the engine starts and Jungkook drives to the hospital.

“Uncle, whewe awe we going?” Asks Taesook with a small frown.

“To the hospital.”

“Is the baby coming?” Inquires Minjun.

“Yes. Very soon so we need to be quick.”

You suddenly cry out, clenching on the seat belt and feel Jungkook’s hands on your arm.

“Hang in there (Y/n), we’re almost there,” He says in a whisper as he nimbly turns the steering wheel.

“But Dad is not here,” notices Minhyuk.

You open your eyes when you remember that you haven’t checked your phone for possible messages Taehyung might have sent during the night. However, your thoughts are quickly interrupted as another contraction pulls a whine from you.

You try your best not to frighten your sons with your whimpers but you feel too weak to keep a semblance of a straight face when the contraction follows one another every five minutes or so. When you claim that you can’t handle it anymore, Jungkook informs you that you've finally arrived at your destination.

He quickly pulls over in front of the entrance and rushes out of the car after pulling the handbrake so as to help you out of it.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” He orders your children and closes the passenger door, leaving three pairs of eyes confused. He runs to the automatic doors of the building that open when you get closer.

“Please. I need a doctor, she’s pregnant,” he yells to the people behind the reception desk.

Two people immediately run towards the two of you with a wheeling chair and take you in charge. Your brain’s only focused on the pain; you don’t see Jungkook running back to the car to get your sons nor the nurses trying to reassure you and telling you to keep breathing deeply.

When Jungkook reaches his car, he finds Minhyuk trying to calm Taesook who’s been crying and asking for you or Taehyung and Minjun on the verge of tears. He quickly unfastens them.

“Tae Sook-ah, stop crying. Don’t worry your mom is okay. We’ll go see her.” Your small boy tightens his grip on Jungkook’s pants as tears stream down his cheeks while the older man is busy helping the twins come out of the car. “Hold each others' hands.” He tells them and carries Taesook in his arms, drying his tears with his hand.

A midwife knocks on the door of the room you've been brought in to do a pelvic exam.

She informs you that your cervix is fifty percent effaced and therefore not stretched wide enough for you to deliver yet. However, she informs you that the baby is perfectly fine, their heart's beating steadily as she shows it to you on the graph the electronic fetal heart monitoring has printed. She also says that they are in the right position and that you have nothing to be worried about.

You feel relieved hearing these good news and even better when an anesthetist has come to administrate you the epidural so that you can take some rest. When she walks out of the room, the midwife sees Jungkook sat on a chair and walks towards them.

Taesook is clinging to Jungkook’s collar but has stopped crying although quiet sobs are still shaking his little body as he watches the smiling woman, his head resting against his chest.

“How is she? Is the baby all right?” Jungkook promptly asks raising up onto his feet.

“Yes. Everything’s perfectly fine. She feels better now..”

“Can her sons see her?”

“Yes sure,” answers the woman smiling at the three boys.

“Thank you.”

They part and Jungkook leads the way for the children. The door opens slowly before you see two heads peeping behind the door. The twins smile as soon as their eyes land on you and they run to your bed.

“Are you still in pain?”

“Is the baby out yet?”

“Easy boys, give a moment to your mom.”

You chuckle as you run your fingers in your sons’ hair.

“I feel much better but the baby is still inside.” You tell them, pointing at your belly.

You lean your head back and make eye contact with Jungkook who’s still carrying Taesook. You notice his slightly puffy eyes and give the man a questioning look.

“He was afraid when he saw you leaving.”

You beckon your youngest to come in your arms and he instantly leans towards you.

“Everything’s okay, sweetheart. Don't be sad.” You kiss and hug him. He tightens his grip around your neck, nuzzling his face in your bosom.

Jungkook stands behind the twins without a word.

“Thank you... for everything. Earlier, back there, I didn’t know how I would’ve made it without you. I’m really glad you came.”

“Don't mention it. I'm glad I could help.”

You smile to each other and he suddenly becomes serious. You lean your head to the side, downwards, to look at Tae Sook who' s finally calmed.

“Do you...want me...to call him?”

You sigh, stroking your son’s silky hair out of his face, “it’d be a miracle if he actually answers you.”

“We can always try.” He chuckles and leaves in the hallway pulling his phone out of his pocket.

He leans against one of the walls as his fingers quickly tap on the screen before lifting it to his ear. “Hey babe. Yeah, I’m fine. I just wanted to tell you that we had to go to the hospital in a rush. Yeah, everything’s fine. A little bit of fright but nothing dramatic happened. I’m about to do it. I know.” He looks at you and watches you laughing with the boys. “Anyway, I also wanted to tell you that I might be late. I don’t exactly know until when they’ll don’t need me. I'll keep you in touch. Okay, bye. Kiss Joo Won for me. Love you.”

He hangs up, quickly presses Taehyung’s number and as expected your husband isn’t answering his phone. He comes back in the room and sits down on one of the big chair in the room. “I left him a message.”

The thought of delivering your baby without Taehyung being by your side makes your head spin and your heart tighten in your chest. You blankly stare as Taesook's playing with your hands when the ringing of your phone is heard.

You widen your eyes and look at Jungkook when he quickly grabs it from your coat. He gives it to you looking forward to your answer. Your heart skips a beat when you quickly look at it only for your hopes to go down when you read your neighbor’s name.

You frown at her text message that appear shortly afterwards and suddenly remember.

“Is everything okay? Is it him?”

“No. It’s… It’s my neighbor. I totally forgot that she'd offered herself to look after the boys when the baby would come.” You quickly thumb her an answer.

Your phone rings again and you answer it. Jungkook takes Taesook out of your arms and sits down waiting for you to finish your call.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m sorry. I completely forgot about our arrangement. Yeah, this morning was quite hectic. Is it still okay with you taking the boys? No, he’s still absent. Okay, thanks. They’ll be arriving shortly...”

“Who is it?” Asked Minhyuk looking at Jungkook.

“The lady living next door.” The three boys frown looking back at you as you hang up.

“Boys... Jungkook will bring you back to Mrs Lee,” you announce. “Until I come back after the baby is born, okay?”

“No! No, I want to stay with you,” whines Taesook, stretching his little arms towards you.

“Mom, we don’t like her,” adds Minjun.

“Can we at least stay with uncle Jungkook?” Asks Minhyuk.

“Where is daddy?” Mewls Minjun.

You sigh, feeling sorry for them. You don’t like Mrs lee that much either but Jungkook has already done so much and you don’t want to keep him away from his family any longer.

“Jungkook cannot look after you any longer. Besides school starts in two days and his house is too far from it. You promised me you wouldn’t complain when this time would come, remember?”

The twins look down unsatisfied as Taesook’s lips start trembling, threatening to cry at any second.

“I’ll see you again?” He asks in a shaky voice.

“Yes, very soon, sweetheart,” you repeat, cupping his face to plant a kiss on his forehead. You do the same with the twins and they reluctantly walk out of the room.

“I’ll be right back,” informs you Jungkook closing the door after him.

“Be careful,” you say in a little voice, staring at the white wooden door and silence falls again.

When Jungkook comes back after making sure that the boys have everything they need and are a little bit more reassured, telling them countless times that they’ll be back home with you in a very short time, he finds you sleeping soundly.

He is quietly playing games on his phone when suddenly yours starts ringing loudly.

Jung Kook curses underneath his breath as he nimbly turns it on silent mode, checking if it has woken you up but you've remained motionless. He tilts his head to the side and can’t believe his eyes when he reads Taehyung’s name on it.

“Better late than never,” he mumbles to himself and exits the room without a sound.

He answers the call, brings the device to his ear only to move it away, wincing when your husband is screaming your name.

“Hey, hey. Calm down. It’s me Jungkook. Yes, she’s fine. No, the baby isn’t born yet.” He tells him about everything that has happened this morning to this late afternoon. Taehyung tells him the approximative time he thinks he'll come back.

They end the call and Jungkook comes back in the room. He sighs as he sits down, exhausted after this long day. A few hours later, he leaves to grab something to eat.

You stir in your sleep and whine when a sharp pain pierces throughout your abdomen. Your moans wake Jungkook up. He rubs his eyes and slowly walks to you.

“(Y/n), are you suffering? You want me to call someone?”

Seeing you unable to formulate a coherent answer, he leaves to go get someone and soon comes back with two nurses, rushing inside the room. They quickly examine you — one checking the baby’s heartbeat rate on the graph while the other checks you.

“Your baby is coming. I can feel the skull.”

You almost don’t hear her, between your whines, “No- It can’t come now. Taehyung’s- not here yet.” You say between whimpers.

“Her husband,” blurts Jungkook when the nurses look at him with questioning looks.

“Ma’am, we cannot wait any longer for the baby’s safety and yours.”

They immediately set up the stirrups for your feet, preparing the necessary equipment and beeping for a midwife to come in the room with them, as you turn a moaning mess and wonder why the epidural has no effect anymore.

“Sir, we’re afraid, you must leave and wait outside.”

Jung Kook nods and walks backwards, looking at you and silently praying for everything to happen without a hitch. He's thought to take your phone and his before exiting. The door closes in front of him and he stares at it for a moment.

He sits down on one of the uncomfortable iron chairs, elbows resting on his knees, biting nervously on his lips as your screaming reach the hallway.

To him it almost feels like his son's birth all over again and can't help but be as nervous as he has already been when he hears you shouting your pain. He repetitively calls Taehyung but to no avail.

Jungkook stops calling him after twenty minutes and soon after his phone turns off because of its low battery. He runs his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes trying to ignore your painful cries when suddenly a shrill cry opens his eyes and pulls him onto his feet.

Your baby has finally come to the world.

He waits behind the doors, impatient, fingers intertwined behind his neck, pacing nervously when the door eventually swings open, one of the nurses peeping her head out.

“You can come see the mother if you wish.”

Jungkook has felt like he would never hear those words so when the nurse holds the door for him to come in, he can’t help but rush in and instantly smiles at the image displaying in front him — your flushed, tired and sweaty face looking down at a little blanket nest hiding your arms. It takes a few seconds before noticing Jung Kook in front of you, who doesn't dare to intrude your personal space.

You whisper to him a couple of words, widening his smile. He eventually comes closer to look at the pinky little being, sleeping peacefully against your chest.

You come out of the bathroom, all clean, to find Jungkook cooing at your newborn. The little one seems so tiny in his muscly arms and you can’t refrain a grin on your face.

You dry your hair in a towel and sit down on the bed, not able to stop gazing at the sleeping baby.

Jungkook raises his head to smile at you and quickly brings his eyes back down. “Definitely worth all those efforts.”

You chuckle, “now your turn to make a second mini you.”

The long sigh he lets out leaves you to guess that he probably isn’t against the idea.

He eventually stands up, carefully not to wake the baby and very gently leans over the small cradle. You watch him and get up to meet him.

“He shouldn’t be too far away now.”

You stare at each other for some time in silence.

The next move you make can be seen as inappropriate but it perfectly shows how infinitely grateful you are to Jungkook as you take him in your arms and press him tightly against you. Your thankful words are muffled in his pajama shirt he's wore since the night before.

He freezes for a couple of seconds, his tired features shifting to express his surprise but soon you feel his arms closing on your back.

You pull back and look at him, his thumb wipes a tear on your cheek. He tells you to get some sleep and —again—not to worry too much about your husband and eventually leaves you to join his family.

You turn your head to look at your sleeping bundle of joy and lean down on the bed without taking your eyes off of them. You are more than excited and glad to finally have your baby next to you but without Taehyung you still feel incomplete and with a regretful sigh, you drift off to sleep.

The tree branches are gradually starting to get covered under a thick layer of white. It has snowed all night and day long and the regular passage of cars has formed a trail of melted snow in the middle of the road. People struggle to keep warm and protect themselves against the icy wind, muffled in thick coats, scarfs and beanies.

You watch through the window with a blank stare, sat on the bed situated not too far away from it, your back facing the door of the room, waiting for the nurses to bring your baby back from the nursery. They’ve moved you to another room and taken your newborn to let you sleep peacefully and not to be troubled by their crying.

Being here on your own makes you feel almost as lonely as one of these snowflakes that slowly makes its way down in the air to rest and crystallize on whatever its path leads it to come across.

While gazing at the life outside, you feel like being awake in a quiet dull dream.

You inhale deeply, suddenly and instantly feel your heart clenching after the sudden whiff.

Blinking your eyes several times, you silently try to convince yourself that you're not dreaming but the smell lingering in the air persuades you otherwise — You widen your eyes as your brain deciphers the different scents mingling together.

Your hands become clammy against the soft fabric of your long light pink shirt. Brows slightly furrowing, you recognize male cologne, coffee and the fragrance of your favorite flower. All of it surrounded by a fresh air similar to the chill you get when the cold from the outside intrudes the warmth of a house.

Something or someone has come in your room without you noticing it, too engrossed in the trail of your thoughts, wondering about the moment you’ll be able to leave this place and get back to your children.

You slowly turn your head around to look over your shoulder, leaving the snowy landscape to gaze at the panting figure of your husband.

Your heart is beating so quickly you think it might rip your chest open yet you remain the quietest possible, remembering to breathe here and then not to faint from the emotional surge you have come through as you took in Taehyung’s presence.

He's wearing a long light brown coat opened on a white shirt and black pants. His dark blond hair are brushed to the side, surely because of the wind; his nose and cheekbones reddened by the cold and his parted lips let you guess that he has run up his way to you.

Your eyes land briefly on the bouquet he's holding in front of him from which originates the pleasant flowery scent.

You look at his teary eyes and he seems willing to say something but refrains when you slowly stand up turning your body towards him. You walk with precautions to him, scared he might fade away if you rush, making it nothing but a mere pleasant imaginary.

You freeze a few inches away from him, your frown shifting to a sad look as he seems more real than ever and not just an illusion.

“I’m here.” He breaks the silence with his low voice to remove your doubts.

It feels like centuries since you’ve heard it and it only makes your heart beat even more hardly in your chest. You stand still.

He quietly steps forward looking at your reaction, scared you might reject him out of angriness because you may be thinking he's failed his father’s and husband's duties when actually you're craving him more than anything.

He opens his arms and hugs you all of a sudden as if he wants to prevent you from fleeing away.

Taehyung tightens his embrace around you in a rough gesture, letting your tears to land on his shoulders, dampening the thick coat. And you finally allow yourself to exhale and inhale a big whiff of oxygen mixed with his scent that you've missed so much.

You close your eyes and you stay like that for a moment.

“I’m here,” and with that, you knot your wrists behind his back.

He turns and lowers his head to kiss your temple, stroking your neatly brushed hair. You lean back to rest your head against his chest.

“You’re here,” you repeat softly.

He rocks you slowly from side to side and tilts his head to look at you. “I’m so sorry. When I received Jungkook’s message I tried to come as quickly as possible but then the weather delayed all the flights and I-”

You raise your head to look at his face, “You’re here. It’s all that matters now.”

He faintly smiles and lowers his head as he cups your face.

Your lips touch in a tender kiss and eventually everything feels right.

The intimate reunion is shortened when a knock on the door is heard. It opens and a nurse peeps in. You tilt your head to the side as Tae Hyung slightly turns around.

“Your baby is back. Cleaned and fed.”

Taehyung’s hands slide down your arms to hold your hands as his eyes are glued to the little cradle pushed inside by the woman. She tells you that you are able to leave as soon as you wish to. You nod to her and Tae Hyung presses his lips together as you both watch her leave and close the door.

“I bought these for you. I saw them on my way and immediately thought you might like them.” He raises the bouquet between you, bringing it right under your face and you take it.

“They’re perfect. Thanks,” you smile at it and bite your lower lip as you tighten his grip on your hand. You put carefully the bouquet on the bed, making sure not to hurt the flowers.

“I know someone who's been looking forward to meeting you,” you singsong softly, looking at the cradle and back at Tae Hyung. He breathes in sharply and lets go of your hand as you walk away.

You lean over your child, smiling instantly at their sight, not getting enough of looking at them and pleasantly delighted at the way they always catch you off guard whenever they wiggle in front of your eyes.

You slowly turn around never leaving the baby out of your sight and swear to have heard your husband gasp when his notice your child. You briefly look at him with a big smile as you walk to him.

“You might want to take your coat off. It’s cold.”

Taehyung quickly gets rid of the piece of cloth and watches attentively as you delicately give him the wrapped baby.

The emotion that crosses his face as soon as he holds his child can’t be put into words. A mix of happiness, tenderness and excitement wrinkles his eyes and lips and deepens them even more when you reveal to him — “It’s a little girl.”

You just gaze at him as he stares in awe; he can’t be more delighted. He can’t take his eyes off of her and you off of him.

“She’s perfect.” You press your lips against his clothed shoulder and join him in gazing at your daughter, her small lips opening in a perfect ‘o’ as she yawns silently and curving in a discreet smile when her father speaks out loud; surely echoing her memories from when she was in your womb.

He delicately places a kiss on top of her fragile head and her grip tightens around his pinky finger; the difference in size being almost comical. “She’s so light. So soft.”

“Girls feel different, right?”

He hums in approval.

You pick up the baby bouncer Taehyung bought months ago, and Jungkook hasn't forgotten to bring when he got you to the hospital, and set it up for her trip to your home. You gather your belongings left in the room and put on your coat as your husband reluctantly lays her down in her cradle.

“Oh, right. I almost forgot.” He puts on his coat as well and dives his hand in one of his pockets to pull out a light green wrapping. “My mother made it as soon as we settled on our final choice and sent it right away while I was abroad. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

You watch it, silently waiting to see what his mother’s gift could be. He rips the paper and pulls out a cute little beanie that he delicately puts on your sleeping daughter’s head and smiles when he’s done.

You grin and lightly brush your fingers on the Korean calligraphy knitted on it. He kisses you a second time and you both exit the room with your precious loading. You wave at the staff goodbyes as they smile at your daughter and congratulate you two.

The snow hasn’t decreased and Taehyung quickly opens the car to keep your baby from the cold. You sit next to her as he busies himself with the driver he's came with to load bags in the truck.

You tuck in your baby, making sure the blankets are warming her when your husband opens the door to sit next to you. You both can’t stop smiling as you intertwine your fingers and he brings your hand to kiss the back of yours softly.

The engine starts and the car drives through the snowy landscape.

Your eyes are locked on her little face as she wiggles here and then, earning chuckles from both of you. Your heart is warm with delight, content your family will soon be reunited, as you read endlessly the light yellow calligraphy on her forehead - 여름

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#bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts jungkook scenarios #bts taehyung scenarios #jungkook fluff #taehyung fluff #bts father au #bts preferences #kim taehyung scenarios #jeon jungkook #bts one shot #jungkook one shot #taehyung oneshot #bts dad au

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Science Bros Day 7

And here it is! Last prompt! This whole week has been such a blast! Honestly it really rekindled my love for science bros, I didn’t realize how much I missed writing for these two! And now this week has even inspired me to flesh out my day 4 prompt into a full fic! And it’s wonderful to read some many different stories and see such cute art everywhere again! You guys are just so great and wicked talented!

And while “Yours” may be the last official prompt, I’m still going strong, and will begin publishing some of the request that I’ve received. And if there’s any ideas you’d like to see me write feel free to send them my way! I’ll keep going till the 21st !

You can read this story under the cut or on my AO3! Hope you enjoy!

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It was a Monday morning and the Banner/Stark family was getting ready for a new day and a new week.

Bruce had several of his lectures this late morning until the afternoon and a few labs in the evening so it would be a full day for him. Tony was organizing all his blueprints, his research, to bring it all back to work with him. And their two oldest had school. It had become a ritual of sorts when they had the time in the morning for Tony and Bruce both to go see them off at school before going their separate ways to their own jobs. Bruce got two lunches together as well as one for himself while everyone went about their morning routines in the kitchen.

Tony had their youngest kid, little Kennedy, in one arm as he brought several holographic blueprints all around their kitchen back into a tablet with the other hand. Bruce always loved the awestruck look Kennedy would get on her face, entranced by all of her Daddy’s holographic work. Today she would be going with Tony to work over in the Stark industries. Tony’s reasoning was always that having a cute little tike in the room made it surprisingly easy to make deals and get through long-winded meetings but Bruce always had a feeling he did it just because he liked to bring her with him to work.

Ramona, their oldest at 11, had her nose in her workbook. Just like her adoptive fathers she was brilliant, but especially like Tony she had a bad habit of putting off busy-work she didn’t like till the literal last minute. So she scribbled out a half-assed homework assignment for her English class as she drank a bowl of cereal straight from the bowl, forgoing a spoon as she hurried.

And their middle child at 9 and only boy, Aiden, came quietly down the stairs. He seemed upset about something. He barely made a peep as he poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat down next to his sister. Bruce wanted to ask him what was wrong but he had learned with Aiden if you were too sudden or direct with him, he’d shut down. So Bruce stayed back and waited. Aiden would open up in his own time. When he did speak up, Bruce made sure to let him know he was listening.

He came over Bruce and leaned heavily onto his side. “Hey Papa? Can I skip school today? I don’t feel good.”

Near instantly Bruce brought his hand to feel Aiden’s forehead. He felt fine, no fever. But he did still seem really upset about something. After several mishaps it had become a family rule to only ask Bruce to miss school. Tony would always say yes and let the kids go to work with him instead. And while both of them had crappy experiences with the American School system, Bruce still wanted their kids to at least try going to school. As long as nothing was wrong of course.

“I’m not sick.” Aiden admitted honestly. “I just don’t feel good.”

“Well then how do you feel?” Bruce tried gently.

“I don’t know. Bad? I just want to miss school for one more day, please Papa?”

Bruce wanted to say yes. But he also wanted to understand. There wasn’t much he could do for Aiden unless he knew what was hurting his son. “Maybe. Can you explain why you don’t want to go to school?”

“You remember Thursday?”

“Yes.” Last Thursday Bruce had to go meet Aiden at the principal’s office after he got in a fight with a kid in the fourth grade. He hadn’t hurt him badly but still made an awfully strong impression on the kid, all his friends and his very angry mother.

“All Friday I kept seeing him. We didn’t fight but I could hear them laughing when I wasn’t looking. I felt really mad all day.”

Bruce felt himself getting mad but he tried not to show it. “Do you want me to go in and talk to your Principal about it?”

“No!” Aiden shouted, panicked. “They don’t actually mess with me. They’re too scared to now. If they got in trouble things would only get worse…”

Sadly Bruce could understand that, in 30 years the public education system still impossibly mishandled bullying in their schools.

“This whole weekend though I didn’t see him. I felt fine. And I want to feel fine today too.”

“Aiden.” Bruce said sighing. No way in hell he’d ever put his children in harm’s way. But he hated to think that a place meant for him to learn and grow had become a place he hated. A lot like himself. “Aiden? You know we’re really alike, you and me. I had a lot of anger issues when I was a little older than you.”

“So what did you do?” Aiden asked.

Bruce tried to think back on his own experience, something that would help Aiden understand. “Well, it doesn’t just disappear, your emotions. It’s healthy to let things go but sometimes it’s hard to know if you’re really letting something go, or if you’re just swallowing it down. Letting it bottle up inside you. If that makes any sense at all.”

“I guess. Our teacher always is telling us to forgive and move on.”

“She’s coming from the right place. But sometimes it’s hard to just drop the way you feel. Even if everyone around you assumes you should. And it’s ok. You’re allowed to feel upset about a situation or a person.” Bruce continued, not wanting to give Aiden the wrong idea. “However, it’s not fair to act out on the way you feel just because you’re upset and no one else is. You can defend yourself, but it’s not nice to hurt others deliberately.”

“I know that, Papa. I just don’t want to feel so bad all the time.”

“Well I found the best thing to do is talk to people. Talk to someone you trust about the way you feel. Or if you don’t feel comfortable talking you could try keeping a journal. You could write in it whenever you’re upset and when a problem you have is resolved. Finding an outlet to channel your emotions into can be very helpful. Do you understand Aiden?”

“Yeah Papa.”

“Do you still want to miss school for today?”

“… Can I? Just for today.”

Bruce sighed in defeat. “Hey Tony, you got room for another kid today?”

“Always do!” Tony said beaming and ruffling up Aiden’s hair. “I can take you down to the workshop when Kennedy’s taking her nap. That’s how you really learn, working out in your field, gaining experience! Hey Ramona!”

“Tony no-“

“You wanna skip school too? We can do a field trip!”

Ramona considered it, but in the end she shook her head and shoved her homework into her book bag. “I can’t. I have a spelling test.”

“Well you know if you’re sick on a test day, you can always take it the next day. And you get an extra 24 hours to study.”

“Tony!”

“I’m kidding!” Tony said, kissing Bruce on the cheek as he collected up his laptop and scooped up Kennedy back into his arms. “You sure sweetie?”

“Yeah I’m good.” Ramona said, strapping on her backpack.

“Alright. We’ll drop you off at school, then we’ll head out to work.” Everyone began grabbing their things and heading for the front hall. And Bruce took a tiny moment just to watch them go. Smiling. He had a family. Bruce Banner truly had a family.

Tony gave him a teasing look, swinging the front door open rather dramatically. “Hello? You coming big guy? We don’t have all day!”

“Yeah, I’m coming!” He said, looking down and grabbing his keys before leaving for the day.

Bruce was ready to follow them all out the door when something strange happened. And the illusion began to crack.

Bruce!

He could hear Tony saying something. When Bruce looked up, he was already down the hall with the kids. But his voice sounded like it was directly in front of him.

“Bruce? Are you feeling alright?”

Bruce! Bruce, come on! You gotta snap out of it!

Tony’s voice was right there in his face, and it sounded so different. Frantic, maybe even scared. And he knew the truth was there. Standing in plain sight. A part of Bruce had known the whole time. An inkling in the back of his mind. He’d just hoped it had been a trick. That he was just feeling paranoid over nothing.

But he was fast realizing the truth. And everything began slowly fading away.

He felt himself stumbling back. He needed to get out of here. But he never wanted to leave!

“Papa?” Aiden and Sophia looked at him with eyes full of fear. Kennedy started crying.

Come on! I know you can break out of this!

He wanted this to be real. He felt like he was being torn apart. Please, just let him keep this.

BRUCE!

But he couldn’t. Because Bruce Banner didn’t have a house in the city with houseplants in every room and garden boxes in every window. Bruce Banner didn’t have an esteemed position with one of the biggest universities in the country. Bruce Banner didn’t have a healthy hold on his emotions. Bruce Banner didn’t have kids. And he never would have kids because it was too dangerous. Bruce Banner had horrible powers and many people wanted him caged or dead.

And as Tony and their children raced towards Bruce, he felt like he was falling backwards. He looked at them all one last time and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again it was all gone.

He was lying on his back. On an alien planet. And Tony was right there, staring down at him and looking extremely relieved.

“Thank god, knew you could do it!”

Bruce let Tony pull him upright. There was a migraine pulsing in the front of his head but he still forced himself to wake up. All around them it seemed like other members of their group were in similar states. Some recovering with headaches, others still lost is some sort of trance. The red aura of the Scarlet Witch was hovering over everyone. “What the hell happened?”

He remembered everyone being split into two groups. Bruce was in one and Tony was in the other. And from the looks of it something had gone horribly wrong in Bruce’s team.

“We’re not 100% sure yet. But from what we collected, one of Thanos’s lackys got into Wanda’s head and used her powers against her. It’s like she was hacked. Those alien guys are still trying to calm her down.”

Bruce could see the Scarlet Witch several yards away. She was completely trapped in her own powers. Eyes glowing a bloody, deep red and she was openly sobbing. She was crying out incoherently and Bruce could make out her brother’s name in her words. She was completely unaware of the people surrounding her, trying to help her. One of the alien woman with a set of antenna on her head grabbed Wanda’s arm and began crying too.

“Pepper told me everything she knew. Wanda was showing everyone in your group their desires. Like the really big stuff. And from the look of it she’s been seeing her own desires too.”

His desires… It truly was an illusion. Just a trick of the mind. None of it was real.

“Hey Bruce? You ok?”

Bruce? Are you feeling alright?

It would never be real.

He found himself getting up fast. Tony was at his side asking him if he was really alright to keep going. Bruce said he was. But he couldn’t look directly at Tony. Whenever he did he kept seeing flashes of that other Tony sketching out some blueprints in a kitchen. Or that other Tony holding their kids by the hand. Tony actually relaxed, truly happy and utterly carefree. A Tony that wasn’t real, couldn’t be real. At least not the Tony he knew right now.

But he couldn’t afford to let that distract him any more than it had. Their team was in trouble and needed his help. Now.

So he tried to swallow down the turmoil of feelings coursing through him. Tony tried to talk to them as they went but Bruce couldn’t bring himself to truly listen to him. He still couldn’t look at him. He felt like he was lagging behind his body a few steps. Everything was going so slow and they had work to do. He and Tony went separate ways to try reviving as many of their teammates and friends as they could. And as they all came back to their senses, regrouped and prepared to head out, Bruce’s mind and heart refused to go numb.

Bruce isolated himself as much as he could once they were on the Guardians’ ship. Some sort of small storage space. He needed to be alone. He needed to find a way to shut his brain off.

Every time he closed his eyes he could still see it. The house. The kitchen. Tony with the kids. God, his kids. That had to of been the cruelest part of all.

He just wanted to forget the whole thing. Stop thinking entirely. But his mind wouldn’t stop. Nothing he did would make it stop. He couldn’t let the image go, it was seared into his mind. And his brain kept going and going, it felt like white static in his skull.

When he heard someone come to the door he was ready to snap at them to leave him alone. Just give him a minute! But he held the words back when he saw it was one of the alien women, Mantis. In the time Bruce had gotten to know the Guardians he’d learned Mantis was a well-meaning but shy and soft-spoken person. And he’d feel bad for yelling at her for no reason. So instead, as she stepped into the small storage space he’d let her come in.

“Hello. Mantis, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct.” She said. Bruce had been willing to let her in, but when she sat down on the floor across from him he tensed. “Are you ok? You stormed off after the attack. Many people seemed concerned about you. Especially with the whole mind-manipulation you were caught under.”

“I’m fine. I just needed some time alone. To get my head on straight. I’ll be alright in a couple minutes.” Bruce said, trying to gently get Mantis to leave.

But instead, much to his dismay, Mantis didn’t seem to pick up on his suggestion and scootched a little closer towards him. Looking rather excited for someone sitting on the floor of a storage unit with Bruce Banner. “Perhaps I can be of assistance then!”

“Uh thanks, but that’s not necessary-” Bruce tried, but Mantis quickly brushed him off.

“No. You see, this is the sort of situation my powers were made for! I have the ability to feel another’s emotions. To help others understand! All I need to do is touch their skin with my hand and I can know them. I can do this for you! If you’re willing of course.”

She held her hand towards Bruce and he thought it over. The idea of someone knowing exactly how he felt seemed very invasive to him. And usually he handled his own emotions himself where he couldn’t bother, upset or hurt anyone else.

And yet despite that he still found himself rolling up his jacket and offering his arm to Mantis. Curiosity was a cursed thing.

As soon as Mantis’s hand touched his shoulder she doubled over shuddering. Bruce feared for the worst when he saw her antenna began to glow green and she drew a shuddering breath. But she didn’t grow any worse than that and slowly pulled herself back up.

“Oh… Oh my goodness…” Mantis gasped, trying to compose herself. She looked back to Bruce looking like she was about to either start sobbing or screaming. But she kept talking in between shaky breaths. “You’re mourning a dream. You’re yearning for something, but it’s so painful! It’s broken your heart so many times. But it still aches. And it infuriates you so. It’s… It’s so much!”

She pulled her hand away and hugged it on her chest as if it had been burned. It took all of Bruce’s willpower not to get up and leave when Mantis turned towards him with such pity.

“Do you feel like that all the time?”

Bruce shrugged, trying to ignore that direct look. “Not all the time. Not as often.”

“Oh…” Mantis said. She looked like she wanted to touch Bruce again, but she pulled her hand back. “I’m sorry you feel like that Bruce. That hurt.”

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s not your doing.”

“I understand. But I still wish I could help more. You’re feeling so many different emotions at once.”

Mantis didn’t continue right away. She paused for a moment, trying to collect her own thoughts. And a weird-feeling silence took up the space before Mantis worked together what exactly she wanted to say. “There was some strange things in your feelings. I sensed a great loneliness in you. But not only that, you had this acceptance for loneliness too… Perhaps you should go talk to some of your friends? I know you hold a lot of compassion for them and they care for you too. The woman with red hair, the woman with red hair who’s also molten hot, the man with lightning. And especially the Iron Man.”

“Ok that’s starting to sound more like mind-reading.” Bruce said accusingly.

“Oh, no. I didn’t pick that last part up in your feeling. No, I saw it seeing you and your friends’ battle and in the aftermath.” Mantis added. “Many of them did seemed worried about you.”

Bruce sighed. He was beginning to wonder if Thor and the others pushed Mantis to come in here to try and help him. He rubbed at his face. “Ok. Well can you go tell them I’ll be out soon? I just need a little more time. Alone.”

This time Mantis accepted what he was saying. And with a quiet “Of course” She got up and made her way back into the hallway.

“Thanks for your help.”

Mantis stopped before leaving completely, confused. “I don’t understand. I got so overwhelmed when I tried to read you. I wasn’t able to help you.”

“You did try. And even if it’s not everything, it was… nice, I guess, to put a name to some of this… stuff.” Bruce offered, and gestured to his head as he spoke.

Hopefully that had been the right thing to say. Mantis straightened up a little and smiled from the door.

“Ok. I’ll leave you be for now then. Are you going to speak with anyone else?”

“I will, don’t worry. I think I’ll go talk with Tony later. Iron Man.” He owed his boyfriend that much. He was a huge part of the vison after all. And he’d been avoiding him for half-an-hour now because every time he looked at his he was reminded of that fake Tony in his dream. He owed him an explanation at least.

He finally left the room after a few more moments alone. As he walked through the ship he saw the damage done. Today’s attack had hit harder than any physical tactic waged against them. Moral had plummeted. And Bruce felt helpless as he saw the state of everyone in his group. Nat seemed like she still might be in a trance, she starred numbly out a window at the stars. One of the Gaurdians, Gamora, sat by her side giving her an understanding look but didn’t say anything. Thor acknowledged him as he passed but his lips were firmly pressed into a tight frown and his hand clutched at a hammer no longer there. Several people were still crying. Wanda especially so. And Mantis was going from person to person, trying to help people the best she could. Giving council to those willing to accept it.

He found Tony down in the workshop-station. The one run by an ornery but brilliant raccoon. But Rocket wasn’t in there at the moment. Nobody else but Tony. He was hard at work repairing one his busted gauntlets on the Iron Man suit.

Bruce knocked on the wall as he came in, “Uh, hi?”

“Hey you!” Tony called out in a slightly forced voice as he looked up from his gauntlet. He pulled off a pair of goggles so he could see him better. “What’s up?”

“I was just looking for you. Everyone seems really… worn from today’s fight.” Bruce said.

Tony sighed and began to let that front he’d first put on slide. “Yeah. Looks like our buddy Thanos isn’t above psychological warfare. Are you doing ok? Cause everyone was forced to see some pretty messed-up stuff.”

“Yeah, I’m ok enough. That’s… That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. My vision.” Bruce came closer and sat by Tony’s side.

“You don’t have to tell me what you saw if you don’t want to, Bruce.”

“I know…” Bruce said. Tony didn’t respond so Bruce kept going. “I didn’t have my powers… We had a family. We were all eating breakfast. They were getting ready for school.”

He watched as Tony’s closed his eyes and rubbed at his eyelids. “Shit. I’m sorry Bruce.”

“It’s not your fault. It was my own mind that was manipulated.”

“But I know how much you like kids…”

He heard Tony sigh. And neither of them said anything. He quietly turned to look more closely at him. The real Tony Stark. In the florescent lighting and his own exhausted state, Tony almost looked ashen. And with them fighting every day Tony’s hair had gone a long time without any dye and had really started greying along the sides. He was thinking hard about something. Probably overthinking. And whatever it was it wasn’t good from the way he looked towards his broken gauntlet with such a resigned acceptance.

“… Do you think we could ever do that? I mean, if we somehow manage to survive all this and save the world. You think when we get back to earth, we could ever do that?”

Bruce didn’t know what to say. Yes. He’d wanted something like that for years, decades now. He’d always wanted to be a father. But he would never be able to give them a safe home. Any kid they might take in might always be in trouble just being in proximity of him. And that was even if any adoption agency would ever like the likes of them adopt kids. But he had finally mastered his powers, he found peace with the other part of himself. But there were also so many other obstacles in their way than his own powers.

“I don’t know. I’m really sorry. I want to but I just don’t know.”

He felt Tony, gently hug his shoulders. And he spoke softly. “Hey, it’s ok. It’s alright. Honestly. I mean, who even knows if we’ll ever get back to earth!”

Tony laughed, but there was a grim look in his eyes. And Bruce found himself mirroring back that sad, sort of humor. “We don’t even know if we’ll live long enough to see the end of this war.”

“Yeah, you’re right. So I’m gonna say this. And I’ll probably tell you every day we’re still alive cause I’m dramatic like that, you know.” Tony said, he held Bruce by both so hid shoulders so they were looking face to face. Then slowly moved closer as he spoke until their foreheads were touching.

“No matter what happens I’m staying right here. I’ve never regretted choosing to be with you and I never will. I love you, Bruce Banner. I’m yours.”

Bruce pressed his lips softly against Tony’s trying to convey everything he was feeling. And he felt Tony smiling against him as he pulled away.

“And just in case you wanted a reminder. This? This right here? This is real.”

“Yeah… I hoped so.”

#sciencebrosweek #science bros week #science bros week 2017 #science bros #day 7 #yours #im really happy with this one

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hopefulsapphic · 7 years ago

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this is my @feastoffortuna2017 gift for @omegas-m! it’s ~1.6k words and it’s a jercy soulmate au in which the name of your soulmate appears on your arm on your 18th birthday.

(i’m gonna apologize now because i know you asked for n s f w, but i can’t do that so you get some dumb slow burn fluff instead i’m really really sorry)

Ever since the grocery store down the street closed down and became a gym, this has been their thing. At least once a month, Jason and Percy meet there for a little friendly competition.

Now Jason’s watching as Percy adds more weight to the machine. If he can do 15 leg extensions at that weight, he’ll beat Jason and take the lead.

Percy counts out loud just to rub it in, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...8….9...10...11...12...13...14…...15! Yes!”

Jason's a little distracted today, but he manages to roll his eyes and say, “There's no way you're beating me the day before my birthday. We're doing pull ups next, I'm the best at that.”

“We’ll see about that,” Percy said with a grin that always tempts Jason to grin too

It's Percy's turn to go first, and Jason has to force himself to pay attention. If he lets his mind go, he’ll start worrying too much. He doesn’t to worry, he just wants to focus on having fun with his best friend.

“50!” Percy announces, “Beat that!”

Okay so Jason had let himself drift off a little, but Percy's voice brings him out of this thoughts. “What did you say?”

“50,” Percy repeats. A slight look of concern appears in his eyes and he says, “You've been kinda out of it today...You okay, man?”

“Yeah,” Jason says quickly, “I'm just thinking about...I find out my soulmate’s name tomorrow, my 18th birthday.”

“Oh yeah…” Percy says and his grin is back, “Try not to worry about that too much, I'm sure you'll get some sweet girl...like Piper maybe. What you really should be stressing about is if you can do more than 50 pull ups.”

“That, I'm not worried about,” Jason retorts. But this time he does smile as well. Somehow his anxiety seems illogical now after Percy spoke.

Half an hour later, their day at the gym ends in a tie, which neither of them are upset about. The two of them laugh and high five before going their separate ways

That night, Jason goes to bed with his mind clear, any anxious thought being driven out the the echo of Percy's voice. “Try not to worry...I'm sure you'll get some sweet girl…”

Still, when he wakes up the next morning he lays there for a while, enjoying his last few moments of ignorance. From now on, whether he likes it or not, he's tied to whoever’s name is written on his arm.

Eyes still closed, Jason lifts his arm over his head so that when he opens his eyes the name is all he sees. The black letters are a part of his skin now, spelling out the name of the person who is destined to become like a part of him: PERCY

Jason has to read the name a total of three times before it hits him. Percy. As in Percy Jackson. As in Jason’s best friend Percy Jackson, whom he'd just spent the entire previous day with. Percy is Jason's soulmate.

This is weird. This is really, really weird. Jason had never been opposed to the idea that his soulmate could be a dude, but the fact that it’s this dude in particular...Jason can’t wrap his head around it. His mind is swirling with thoughts and questions:

But he's my best friend.

I've never thought of him like that, right?

But could I?

How am I going to tell him?

Should I tell him at all?

He’ll find out on his own in a little over a month anyways.

Jason decides not to say anything. Not until he can work through his own thoughts.

Less than a minute later he gets a text from Percy saying ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRO’ to which he responds with ‘thanks!’ But when the next message is ‘sooooo...who's your soulmate?’ Jason leaves him on read.

+++

For the next month or so, Jason wears long sleeves in the heat of the summer and spends way too long analyzing his thoughts and feelings whenever he's around Percy.

Sure, the other boy is definitely attractive, with his messy dark hair and playful grin that lights up his sea green eyes. Plus his personality is loyal, and kind, and funny. All good things, Jason thinks. But those are just the thoughts.

As for feelings, well, Jason has always felt safe and comfortable around his friend, but now he pays extra attention to how his heart reacts whenever Percy laughs or smiles or tells a joke. He notices the way it jumps a tiny bit and wonders why he's never noticed it before or if it's a newer thing.

He tries to imagine what it would be like to kiss Percy...or more. It’s less difficult to picture than he originally thought. And it’s not bad. It’s not bad at all.

And all the while Percy is still trying to get Jason to spill the name of his soulmate.

Today they'd run into each other at a McDonald's and decided to stay and share a thing of fries together. And somehow Percy always manages to bring the conversation back to Jason’s soulmate.

“It's like, 100 degrees outside and you're wearing a sweater, so it's gotta be someone gross...” Percy theorizes. He pauses for a second then snaps his fingers, “Is it Drew?”

Jason almost chokes on a French fry, “No, it's not Drew.”

“Hmm…” Percy looks up in thought, “Is it….no, I've already gone through all the girls we know…”

An amused sort of smile spreads across Jason's face as he raises his eyebrows and shakes his head.

“Oh, is it not a girl, then?” Percy realizes, “Well that opens up a lot more possibilities. Is it….Nico?”

“Nope,” Jason says.

“Leo?”

“Not Leo.”

“How about -”

Jason cuts him off, “I’ll tell you once you know your soulmate too. We can reveal them together.”

“Alright,” Percy shrugs, “I guess I can wait another week and a half.”

A week and a half. A week and a half until Jason can't hide behind long sleeves and silence anymore. That week and a half goes by way too fast, in his opinion.

+++

It’s August 18th now and Jason wakes up to the sound of his phone going off. It’s ringing so much, he can’t tell whether it’s a bunch of text messages or phone calls. With a sigh, he reaches over to grab his phone from his nightstand.

13 unread messages and 4 missed calls, all from Percy. Of course. Jason opens the messages:

Hey

Jason

I know who your soulmate is

It’s me isn’t it, it was my name that you were trying to hide

I’m right, aren’t I

Of course I’m right I can see your name on my arm

Jaaaaasssooonnnnnn

Answer me

We need to talk about this

Come on bro

Wait should I even call you bro anymore?

Check your damn phone dude

As Jason reads through the texts, another one comes through.

Don’t you dare leave me on read again, I see you

For some reason, that message causes a small smile to flicker across Jason’s face, and he shakes his head to himself. He responds to Percy with ‘ok, let’s talk.’ and the immediate reply is ‘I’m coming over.’

Percy shows up less than ten minutes later. His short-sleeved t-shirt leaves the name on his arm exposed and clearly visible. It’s the first thing Jason sees when he opens the door - his own name on his best friend’s arm, written in big black letters. This is real.

Jason glances at his own arm as he opens the door wider to let his friend in. He’s not covering his with his sleeve either, there’s no point in hiding it anymore. Percy glances at it too and he says, “How did you feel when you first saw that?”

“Confused.” Jason replies honestly, closing the door and moving into the living room, “I didn’t know what to do or how I felt or how I should’ve felt.”

Percy follows, lounging on one of the couches like the atmosphere is still comfortable and easy. And it’s strange because it is, despite the awkward conversation topic. “What about now?”

“Now…” Jason hesitates as he sits down as well, trying to find the right words, “Now, I’ve gotten used to the idea and I feel...like it’s not a bad thing.”

“Not a bad thing, huh? Alright, I’ll take it.” Percy grins and raises his eyebrows, “I mean, I think it’s a pretty great thing, but then again I have liked you for a while now.”

Jason blinks, “Wait, really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“...Wow…”

Neither of them say anything for a little while, and for the first time there’s a tension between them and the air is thick with the awkwardness of it, like there’s something that needs to be said, something that needs to be done. Jason recognizes what it is first, or at least he’s the first to speak. He laughs and immediately the air feels lighter.

Then he looks at Percy and says, “Why did we even need to talk about this? What else do we need to say? We both kinda like each other...we’re soulmates for god’s sake, can’t we just start this and kiss already?”

“Finally.” A grin is back on Percy’s face as he sits up.

It’s hard to tell who initiates the kiss first as they both surge towards each other at the same time. Their lips crash together and there’s no room for softness or hesitancy. They both want this, want each other, and they’re not holding anything back.

#fof2017 #feast of fortuna #jercy #pjo #jason grace #percy jackson #my writing #ignore me i'm just gonna...vent in the tags real quick -#i'm super insecure about this actually??? i feel like it's the opposite of what you wanted and i feel horrible!!! i'm! sorry! !!! !!!!!!! !!

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