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Red String - chapter 2

"An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break."

!Warnings: Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault

Wednesday 5th of October

It has gotten really cold the past few weeks. You weren’t really expecting it and you caught a cold. Whether it was because you wouldn’t dress warm enough or because someone in the office brought the thing with them one day. You were ill. Fever 39, runny nose and you couldn’t get a word out of your throat. Not even mentioning the sharp blade-like feeling down your throat. You were running out of food, you ate everything you had in your cupboards stocked up for just in case, and that just in case just came by. You picked up your phone and dialed Sam.

‘I am really sorry to ask you, I am half dead in bed. Could you get me a few things from the shop please?’ you managed to let a few words out, but you indeed sounded like you were speaking from inside a grave.

‘Are you okay? Do you need anything else?’ she sounded really worried, and you really appreciated it.

‘I will be okay, just need more food as I run out of my stocked-up stuff. I don’t even have ramyeon left. Thank you’ you hung up because you felt your fever burning up. Sam had keys to your apartment so you didn’t worry that she would have to wake you up to get inside. You fell asleep and it felt really good, you felt all of your limbs relaxing.

Thursday 6th of October

A few hours have passed and you didn’t even know what time it was. But it was in fact the morning. You looked at your phone and it was already past 10 in the morning. You took a few days off work to get better and sleep has definitely been helping you. You saw an unread message from a work number. It was from Tracey, who covers for you when you are ill or on holiday. She has been hired through an agency and is only called when you can’t come in. She’s a full-time mum but she likes to work a few days a month if she can to get extra money on the side.

Tracey: 09:45am Someone came to see you today. He was really worried when he didn’t see you behind the desk. He asked for you so I told him you were ill and he looked even more worried. He only left his business card. It says Jung Hoseok on it. Do you know him? Hope you feel better soon!

You put your phone down and rolled back to the other side of your bed. Why would this man be looking for you in your workplace. You closed your eyes and remembered his smell. Really nice sandalwood with a touch of freshness. You couldn’t get the smell out of your head. You got up from bed and saw a note on your table from Sam ‘Feel better soon, food is in the fridge and cupboards. Love you x’. You opened the fridge and few ready meals from your favorite restaurant were packed as well as few essentials. Milk, cereal on the counter and a stack of instant noodles. You smiled to yourself thinking how much you loved your friend and how grateful you were to her for always taking care of you. You grabbed whatever box was on the top shelf and opened it. Smelled really nice, whatever it was. You put it in the microwave for few minutes and went to the bathroom. Your phone buzzed. The microwaved finished warming up your food. You grabbed the box from the microwave and went back to bed, mixing really warm rice with some sauce on top together. You grabbed your phone. Another text from Tracey.

Tracey: 10:45 am The guy came back and asked if I could give him your number. I told him no since I hadn’t gotten an answer from you. But if you can contact the man I think you should.

The string nearly tingled. It’s pulling again. He is pulling at it.

You kept the business card. You put your food on the side of the bed and went to your bag to find it. It took you a few tries and there it was. In your hand.

Jung Hoseok and Partners Corporate Lawyer

You turned the paper around and found his mobile and the address of the firm. You looked at it for a second and then at your phone. Should you really do this? How strange. You keep bumping into him, out of nowhere. You can smell his perfume from afar. He is a lawyer, he didn’t question you not wanting to take the coffee you didn’t see being made. He seems stable, he seems mature. He wears really nice suits. And those almond eyes of his. No. You just got your heart broken. If it’s meant to be it will be. You put your phone down and slid the business card back into your bag.

It will be. One way or another. It's fate. The red string got thicker and tighter around your wrist.

You got yourself into your bed again, picked up your heated-up food and ate it all nearly at once. You were so hungry, haven’t had much since yesterday mid day. The fever has been burning up and you slept through a lot. You grabbed your phone again and responded to Tracey. ‘It’s okay, just tell him you can’t next time. If he ever shows up again. I don’t really know him. He is a visitor of the firm’ and then you opened chat with Sam ‘You are an angel. I already feel better, thank you so much again x’.

You finished your meal and went back under covers, tucked yourself in and dozed off. You were still weak and exhausted, hoping tomorrow you will feel better. Strong enough for a shower and maybe a walk outside. Fresh air could do you some good. But tomorrow was far away, it was only about half eleven in the morning. You fell asleep.

Monday 10th of October

You finally feel so much better you managed to call in work and announce you will be coming in today. The meals Sam brought for you helped you recover in no time, as well as all the sleep you got. You decided to skip the coffee this morning just to not tease the fate this time and simply get to work. You partially forgot about Jung Hoseok but the second you looked at your corner café you just decided to make it to the office. Maybe lunchtime coffee would be a better idea.

Your day went by without any issues. It wasn’t too busy, only few visitors and barely any new requests. You worked through your emails and enjoyed somewhat a nice ease into your work week after being off for few days.

November

The entire month went by really fast. You were really busy at work and you enjoyed it because it took your mind off your recent heartbreak. Your company was slowly preparing for a merger with a smaller firm, so there was a lot of important meeting in the lounge and upstairs in the conference rooms. More meetings meant more visitors which you had to hand passes for and account for during the day. It also meant your desk and the entrance had to look really presentable and on the highest level of professionalism. You went back to getting your coffee every morning at the same place and occasionally you felt the scent of his. But you never actually bumped into him again. Not in there anyway. He was coming to the same place because it was also convenient for him, close to his work, close to his home. He was either sitting around the corner at a table or already left with a coffee to go.

You didn’t get a lot of details of what was happening upstairs, but you saw many lawyers coming and going on a daily basis. And so was he. He became a common visitor, he would smile at the sight of you behind your desk, sometimes he would bring you a flat white from your café but nothing more than that. He would say hello occasionally too but there was never any further conversations between the two of you. No pressure. No expectations.

Yet the string kept tangling around the two of you each time you were in close proximity of each other. You still could feel his scent occasionally. It would linger around you. He would linger around, somewhere in the background.

December

The lounge you worked in gained a huge Christmas tree with very fancy ornaments and flickering fairy lights. It has gotten really cold outside, so you couldn’t ever skip your favourite hot drink on the way to the office. This time as you were waiting for your order your phone buzzed in your pocket. You took it out and saw a text from Sam.

Sam 7:43am: They finally announced Christmas Party! It’s going to be on the top floor, the one they have been renovating for months now. We should go shopping after work to find something nice, what do you think?

You smiled. You loved Christmas parties, you loved winter. Sometimes even more than autumn. You responded to your friend with ‘Can’t wait, see you after work’. You already started daydreaming what kind of dress you wanted to wear. You were thinking of a green velvet A-shaped dress that hugged you in the right places. You opened Pinterest to search for some inspiration and then the barista mentioned that your order is ready to pick up. Cinnamon swirl and a hot cup of a flat white to go. You grabbed the pastry and put it in your bag and grabbed your coffee, not stopping with your scrolling. The news put you in such a good mood you even twirled around yourself as you walked out of the building. You got to the office and got on with work. The day didn’t seem to be busy at all so you had plenty time to look for inspiration. You sipped your hot coffee for the majority of the morning until you saw an interesting email going through your inbox. Confirmation of the Christmas party and indeed an invitation to the top floor. You rarely make it upstairs and if you do is only to lead a visitor to their meetings. But you were hoping to maybe get promoted and work in the reception upstairs, closer to more important people. Not longer after you got a ping on Teams from one of the managing partners from upstairs.

‘Please come see me in my office in 30 minutes’. Said the message. Really strange, because you rarely came in contact with any of the big bosses upstairs. Your direct manager was working in HR. But you couldn’t say no or not show up. You were around the corporate environment for long enough to know who to respect. You finished your coffee, brushed your hair with your emergency hair brush that you had stored in your desk and got chewing gum to refresh your breath after your morning coffee. 25 minutes have passed and you looked at your dainty little watch, time to go upstairs. You took the right corridor and got into the lift. Picked the right floor and clicked the button to faster close the door. No big deal, everything will be okay. You thought to yourself. The whole situation made you really nervous because the guy upstairs didn’t give you a reason.

You got out of the lift and followed the long corridor to the right. You walked to the door with the name written on it ‘Min Yoongi. Managing Director’. You softly knocked on the door and waited for the answer. You have briefly looked at your watch, perfectly on time.

‘Come in’ you have heard and pushed the door and closed it behind yourself. You walked towards the middle of the room, still shaking a little with nerves.

‘You wanted to see me, sir?’ you looked at the chair that was turned around from the centre of the room, facing the window behind the desk.

‘I did. It’s time to talk about your promotion’ the chair turned around and sitting on it slender man, with long dark hair sleeked to the back with gel. Black suit with white thing stripes, black tie neatly at his neck. His eyes locked at your body. He got up from the chair and got a drink sorted for himself and you. He pointed at a sofa on one of the sides of the room and nodded at you, in a gesture for you to sit down. And you did. Following his lead. He mentioned a promotion so your ears and eyes were wide open and ready to listen.

You sat on the leather couch, one leg on the other. You started looking around the room as Min Yoongi was preparing a drink. Which was really strange considering the time of the day but you just went with it. What else could you do? You didn’t have to drive to work and one of the most influential men in your company was offering you a drink. You couldn’t decline.

He finished pouring the drinks, moved towards you and handed you a glass with ice and small amount of liquid in it. You took the glass but didn’t drink it. Just held it in your hand, patiently waiting for his next move.

‘So, how long have you been working downstairs?’ he asked, sitting right next to you. Keeping his distance but eyeing you up and down.

‘About four’ you admitted, having the answer right at the tip of your tongue ready for his questions.

‘We thought of moving you upstairs here. Most of the meetings about the merger are happening here anyway, so we could have you help us here. Point the guests to the right rooms, serve a drink occasionally’. His leg now moved closer to your. But you didn’t think any of it. You sipped on the drink he just handed you. You nodded.

‘Of course, anywhere I can be useful I am happy to support’ you had a ready corporate answer for him and you smiled politely from your glass. He nodded with satisfaction and eyed you up and down again. He licked his lips and sipped on his drink.

‘I need you to start tomorrow. We have been so busy here’ he muttered, his voice low and he moved his tie away from his neck. Looked like he was getting warm.

‘No problem. Will the desk be ready for me?’ you smiled at him and finished your drink. That’s what the business up here looks like? All you have to do is agree and drink a little on the job and it moves swiftly? Sounded easier than you thought. ‘Who is going to replace me downstairs?’ you asked.

‘Tracey decided to come in and work full time and she agreed to take downstairs’ he answered and got up from the seat and turned around and handed you his hand, to help you get up. Min Yoongi what a strange man. But you didn’t question again, you put your hand in his and got up from the sofa. You put your glass back at the bar cart.

‘I will be here first thing tomorrow then. Thank you again for the opportunity’ you smiled at him ‘Is that everything?’ you added headed to the door.

‘There is just one more thing. Our female staff is required to wear skirts and dresses up here. It looks more professional. No sneakers and jeans’ he looked down on your wide dress trousers and licked his lips again.

‘Understood. I will adjust my professional wardrobe sir. I will see you tomorrow’ you answered and walked yourself out of his office. You just got promoted. Just like you wanted by the time it has gotten to the Christmas party you will be working upstairs. You closed the door behind yourself and released a lot of air trapped in your lungs. Enough stress for the day. When you put yourself together you noticed someone looking at you. You turned you head to the side and saw lawyer Jung Hoseok at the end of the corridor leaving a conference room. He smiled politely seeing you on the same floor and slowly walked towards you. You waited. Not sure why but you waited.

‘Going downstairs?’ you asked when he finally made it to you.

‘Yes..’ he answered and locked his eyes with yours. He looked at your gorgeous eyes sparkling with excitement, not knowing the news. He nodded and you both moved on towards the lifts. You were walking side by side. Not saying a word. His hand occasionally brushing the top of yours as you walk the narrow corridor and you don’t mind it. It feels really mysterious and it excites you.

Each time your hands brush, the string tangles both of your arms together tighter and tighter.

You get into the lift and both go down. He turns to you and smiles, open his mouth to say something but stops himself. You saw it in the corner of your eye but didn’t say anything. You didn’t react. You just enjoyed the silence and his presence. It felt comfortable. The silence. You never liked awkward silences but this one felt comforting to you. It felt like the both of you understood each other without words. And just like that you both made it to the ground floor and exited the lift. You went back to your desk and sat on your chair. He gave his temporary pass back to you and waved goodbye as he left the building.

Tuesday, 15th of December

You listened to instructions of your managing director and you indeed put a nice pencil skirt on with black thighs on. You paid extra attention to what you looked like that day and made sure you had everything with you. You also left extra early to ensure you are there on time. You took the 613 bus, made it to your new floor and sat behind the desk that was prepared for you. You adjusted your seat and your monitors and unpacked all of your essentials that you have also brought from downstairs. It was really early, about 7 in the morning. You didn’t expect anyone this early around but then you heard sound of shoes on the carpet and you turned around.

Min Yoongi. This early in the morning?

‘You look… amazing’ he whispered as he walked up to you and leaned forward at your desk. He eyed out your skirt and your knee poking out beneath it. He licked his lips and walked around the desk to get closer to you. You were shocked. What is the game he is playing? He sat at the corner of the desk and put his hand on your knee. So this is the price you have to pay for your promotion up here? You brushed his hand off your knee, by a excuse of getting up. But he pulled you into his arms.

‘Please let me go’ you said coldly. You tried brushing his arms from your body. But he kept it there.

‘I thought I made myself clear yesterday’ his low voice rang in your ears. He put his other hand on your ass and it made you feel even more uncomfortable.

‘Please stop’ you hissed at him but he didn’t listen. The door of the lift dinged and you saw a familiar briefcase and then suit and dark hair and almond eyes. He stopped as he walked out. Min Yoongi let go of you and brushed his suit quickly.

‘I will see you later’ he muttered ‘Ah Hoseok, really good to see you. Come to my office we need to discuss the final move’ he walked towards the man who just came out of the lift. You couldn’t face him, couldn’t look him in the eye. You felt disgusting and he didn’t want to see you looking so embarrassed. He looked at you then he eyed Yoongi but he didn’t smile. He bit his bottom lip and his eyes turned even darker. He followed Yoongi to his office, but he turned around once and saw you fixing your skirt and hair. He shook his head and released his clenched fist. Anger was boiling inside of him.

You were shook. You didn’t expect this happen and you were hoping the office will fill with people soon enough. You didn’t want to stay here, you didn’t know how to report this what to do with this. You took your handbag and went to the bathroom hoping to find a little peace and quiet to put yourself together and go back to your professional self. You wanted to message your friends, especially Sam since she worked few floors down from you. But you left your phone at your desk. You refreshed yourself, calmed yourself down and walked out of the bathroom back to your desk. You decided to keep the information to yourself and reminded yourself to never come to the office earlier than your normal hours, hoping more people would be around.

Wednesday 16th of December

On your way to work you walked into your café and grabbed a coffee to go. As you were walking to the building, you felt the familiar smell and when you turned around you saw Hoseok right behind you.

‘Good morning’ he said, soft smile on his lips but his eyes were hiding something. His eyes weren’t happy. They were angry.

‘Hi..’ you answered softly, looking away from his eyes. Ashamed. Because he witnessed the worst day of your life yesterday. He didn’t mention anything. On his way he just looked towards you once. He didn’t say anything else. He just followed you, he followed you to the same lift as you and left on the same floor as you did. And then again he went to Min Yoongis office. And you didn’t see him all day. You didn’t see Min Yoongi either. Strange. You were kind of preparing yourself for another day of unpleasant, even thought you did come to work later.

And the days kept passing, and Hoseok kept showing up and went to work with you. Everyday he would occupy Yoongi in the mornings when the office wasn’t full of people. Occasionally he would leave the office at the same time as you, when he knew Yoongi would be staying in late. He turned into your guardian angel, without you noticing or knowing. You just simply thought it was the hard work he was putting for the merger and the projects he was helping with.

You tried being brave, but you were drinking in the evenings. The feeling of disgust still creeped at you. You started hating yourself. You didn’t pay attention to your looks as much, you kept everything simple. You barely met up with your friends. You stopped calling your family. You were in trouble.

Friday 20th of December

You walked into the building and you noticed the void. The void of Hoseok. He wasn’t there. So you expected him already upstairs. You smiled briefly at Tracey at the ground floor desk and went upstairs in the lift. The second you poked out of it, you saw Yoongi at your desk. Leaning over it, waiting for you to show up.

‘Finally, got you to myself sweetheart’ he smirked. You thought you’re going to throw up. You wanted to turn around and go back into the lift, run the other direction but the door has already closed and went down. You just looked down to your feet.

‘What do you want Yoongi’ you answered and slowly made your way to the desk. You put your hand into your bag tried to find your phone but you couldn’t get it without looking inside and you weren’t in the position to stop looking around yourself. He didn’t answer, he just grabbed your back and slowly pushed you towards his office. And you started walking to it. You knew you were trapped and you honestly were giving up. You were so disgusted with yourself that you stopped caring what might happen to you. He closed the door behind you.

‘You little slut. I didn’t know you were doing our lawyer’ he sucked his teeth and clicked his tongue at you. Walking around you like you are some kind of victim. And you were. His victim.

‘I don’t know who you are talking about but I am not doing anyone’ you hissed back at him and stared at his every move.

‘And a liar. I wouldn’t think you were Jung Hoseoks taste. You are way to easy to grab’ he smirked and started circulating around you like a vulture.

‘I don’t even know the man’ you had the strong feeling of explaining yourself. At that moment you’ve heard a knock on the door to the office and Hoseok didn’t even wait for a come in. He walked into the office.

‘Sorry I’m late, I thought we had a meeting at 7 Yoongi?’ he looked at your and he saw the look on your face. He looked back at Yoongi and saw him smrik.

‘Straight to the rescue as I expected. Sit down Hoseok. Y/n you can go back to work, thank you for your hard work recently. I hope to see you on our Christmas party later today’ he sat back at his desk on his big chair. You stared Hoseok straight into his eyes as you were walking out and then went back to your desk. Another day that you avoided being touched by Min Yoongi. Another lucky one. And at this time you stopped believing it was luck anymore. You were saved by Hoseok. It wasn’t a coincidence that he would have meetings with Yoongi everyday at 7, he would walk to the building at the same time as you. He was there to protect you. He was there and he was the only person knowing what was going on with you. He knew what was happening to you and he tried to protect you the best way he could in the current circumstances.

You finished your day earlier and headed home. You promised Sam to go to the Christmas party together and you did buy the green velvet dress for the occasion. But you didn’t feel like wearing it. You didn’t feel like going. You didn’t want to be around him, you didn’t want to see his face. But you were hoping to be safe around your friend. Around many other people.

You got both got ready together at Sams place which wasn’t far from your office. You brought everything you needed the day before to just quickly show up after work and shower and change.

‘I love Christmas parties. I hope they will have those mini sandwiches. I love them. And bubbly. They always make sure there is a lot of champagne on parties like those’ Sam was putting her pretty earrings at the mirror. You finished getting ready and were putting soft dark lipstick next to her.

‘I’m sure they will serve it. I feel like I’ve seen the caterers earlier today and they had so many bottles of champagne’ you answered and looked at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t recognise the face. You didn’t know who you were anymore. The previously happy and ordinary life has left you and you were just an empty shell of a person, pushing through every day.

‘I’m so ready to have a break as well! We are so lucky we can finish early and not come back until New Years’ she continued fixing her hair in a high ponytail.

‘You look really nice Sam. I really like the dress on you’ you looked at your friend and admired how good the outfit looked on her. It fit her just right. It was the perfect mix of elegant and sexy. Still very professional and not exposing anything she shouldn’t at a work meeting.

‘You look great too. I really think the green was a really good choice. Very Christmasy!’ she looked at you and she saw something wasn’t right, but she also knew you will tell her when you’re ready. So she was just there for you, just in case. She would text you during the week to check in and she was happy with just a thumbs up to her message. She didn’t forcer herself on you. Sam was worried. And so was Grace but they gave you space. You didn’t need the space but you also didn’t really want to tell anyone what was happening. It was easier this way. The fact that Hoseok knew was overwhelming enough.

You got a taxi from Sams apartment to the office, it was really cold. The city was covered in snow. The temperatures under 0. Freezing cold but dry. It wasn’t snowing and it wasn’t humid in any way, so the cold felt very winter like. You both got inside the building and took the lift to the last floor. The floor that was being refurbished for the past few months was officially done and being open today, during this Christmas party. As the both of you walked into the lift you gulped loudly, which you didn’t mean to but it came out naturally. Sam looked at you worried and opened her mouth to finally try and ask you what is going on.

‘I’m fine. It’s just stress at work’ you quickly shut her down without letting her even ask the question. You held onto your bag harder and the door dinged. You are on the top floor. The both of you walked out to a very luxurious corridor, marble on the walls and floor. Red carpet running in the middle of the corridor only laid out for the special occasion. Christmas trees at every corner, decorated with very delicate ornaments and twinkle lights. You got handed a glass of champagne which you have necked right away and grabbed another glass and Sam couldn’t believe what she was seeing. You were always the classy one, you knew how to behave in professional settings more than anyone. This didn’t feel like you at all. You turned around with your glass in your hand and spotted Min Yoongi in the corner, speaking to the other managing directors and top people of the company. You got goosebumps and instantly felt nauseous so you turned around.

‘Lets see if they got the mini sandwiches you wanted’ you whispered to Sam and grabbed her by her wrist. You both walked towards a temporary food area, which was one of the conference rooms, decorated with Christmas ornaments. The table had an insane amount of buffet food on it, small and easy to grab on the go, whilst lingering and chatting to co-workers. The place started getting busier and busier. You relaxed for a little bit, because the number of people made you feel a little bit more safe and more comfortable. You chatted to few colleagues of Sam, who worked with her and you got to know in the past months. One of them was an accountant that worked with Sam very closely on their recent project.

‘Kim Namjoon’ he said when he shook your hand ‘I’ve heard a lot about you’ he added and smiled politely. He was very tall, dark hair and very sleepy dark eyes. Wide shoulders.

‘Likewise’ you lied and smiled back at him and then started at Sam with a suggestive smile. You looked at her and saw how her eyes started sparkling when he showed up. There was definitely something going on between the two of them but you didn’t really talk to Sam since the project finished so you didn’t really get to catch up. But they both looked really fond of each other and you were really happy for Sam. She wouldn’t have introduced the man to you if it wasn’t serious to her.

‘This is my colleague, he works two floors above us. Kim Seokjin.’ Namjoon added and moved his friend closer to you ‘I thought you guys might have a lot in common and what’s a better time than a Christmas Party than to get to know more of your work colleagues right?’ he was perky. He was obvious. He didn’t try and hide that this was a set up. A set up you really didn’t want to entertain right now.

‘Nice to meet you. I am really sorry, I desperately need to find a bathroom. Excuse me’ you smiled at the new guy you just met and the rest of the group and you tried to squeeze past all of the people in the way. As you expected the bathroom was exactly above the one the floor below, the floor you worked on. You finished your champagne and left the glass with a lovely girl who was working tonight. You walked inside the bathroom and took a deep breath. Not long after you heard the door open and you turned around. The person standing there was someone you didn’t expect to have the balls to show up in this setting. Yet he did. Min Yoongi went into women's bathroom just to talk to you in private. Just to soak you just by himself.

‘I…’ you managed to say but he instantly was at you. He grabbed you by your wrists, holding really tight and dragged you behind him into a cubicle. You were trying to stop him, you were pulling back towards the door but he was stronger than you.

‘You dress looks really nice. Let’s see how nice is going to look on the floor’ he smirked and kept pulling you behind him.

At the same time Hoseok just managed to make it to the top floor. The entire floor was filled with people and he tried to localise you. He went around in circles and looked for you everywhere but he couldn’t get to you. He remembered what Yoongi said to you earlier today and he knew he will try to do something really bad. And he knew he was the one to stop him. He kept looking, asking people around if they saw you but nobody really paid enough attention to even know you arrived.

He pushed you into the cubicle and closed the door behind him. Pinched you to the wall and leaned really close. Both of his hands on your hips now, slowly pulling you to him. You tried to get out of his embrace, you were trying to kick him but he was expecting every move of yours.

‘Just let it happen’ he whispered right into your ear and you felt sick. He was shaking and your breath picked up, you were pacing. Tears started rolling down your cheeks. You felt like there was no escape. That he will get what he finally wants. And what was the worst you felt like it was your fault. You shouldn’t have ever come back to work after the first time. You shouldn’t have come to this party knowing what he said earlier. You were blaming yourself for the disgusting things this man was about to do to you.

‘Where is she?!’ Hoseok got to Sam. Where and how did he know that she knows you, neither of you knew. But he was really desperate now and he felt that something bad is about to happen.

The string was pulling him to you more than ever.

‘Where is who?’ Sam was disoriented and didn’t really know who this person was. She was giggling with Namjoon 5 seconds ago and now she was being shouted at. Namjoon grew and made himself bigger and wider, about to open his mouth and start defending Sam.

‘Y/n! Where did she go?’ he lowered his voice and he sounded so desperate, begging almost to find out where you are.

‘She went to the bathroom.. but who are you?’ Sam didn’t manage to get an answer because he disappeared. Panting fast, trying to squeeze past all of the middle-aged men who were sipping champagne and enjoying the mingle. He got to the bathroom. He opened the door and shouted:

‘Yoongi let her be’ he growled and he slowly started walking towards the cubicles. Your underwear was already on the floor and Yoongis disgusting hands were under your dress making their way up your thighs. When you’ve heard Hoseoks voice you held your breath and relaxed a bit. You knew you will be okay. You knew you will be safe.

The red string started pulling Hoseok to you, and you to Hoseok now across a very small corporate bathroom. And the string gave him a pair of wings behind his back, like the guardian angel he became to you.

Hoseok opened the cubicle door, dragged Yoongi by his suit out and punched his face. He punched his face again and again until Yoongi was floored.

‘Get the fuck away from me’ he hissed back, holding his bleeding now lip.

‘Didn’t I tell you to stay away from her?’ Hoseok spit on the floor right next to where Yoongi was laying and walked past him. He poked his head to the cubicle and found you on the floor, sitting holding your knees to your chest, sobbing. Your underwear still on the other side of the cubicle. He looked at it and then at you. And his face turned even angrier.

‘If I find you outside of this bathroom when I leave Yoon, this is the end of your reputation’ he shouted back and heard Yoongi get up of the floor and leave the bathroom. Hoseok kneeled by you and was afraid to touch you. He couldn’t imagine how you felt, he didn’t want to make anything worse or overstep your boundaries. He handed you a tissue he had in his front pocket and you accepted. You wiped your runny nose and your eyes and then looked up to him. He was right beside you, with the imaginary wings made out of the red string. Your guardian angel. Your coincidence. Your fate.

‘Can you please take me somewhere far away?’ you whispered when you finished wiping your face with the tissue.

‘Anywhere you want, can I help you?’ he leaned forward and offered you his hand. And you took it. You grabbed your underwear from the floor and put it into the rubbish bin standing in the corner of the cubicle. You were still holding onto Hoseoks hand, grabbing it tight.

And the string was finally satisfied. Wrapped around the two wrists multiple times, holding both of them together.

You stood up, but your feet and knees were weak. So you leaned on him and he wrapped his arm around you and steadily helped you walk towards the exist of the bathroom.

‘I don’t think I can walk out here like this..’ you admitted, still sobbing.

‘Let me carry you to my car’ he answered without hesitation. He was holding your arm so tight to himself, like you were the most precious thing in his life that he had to protect. You nodded and he leaned down and grabbed your legs bridal style. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tucked your face into his neck so you wouldn’t have to look at anyone on your way out. He slowly pushed the bathroom door open, grabbed your bag last minute and proudly walked out of there, holding you steady around him and hoping to be unnoticed headed towards the lift. Nobody really paid attention, nobody but your friend. She saw Hoseok holding a person and she saw a piece of the green fabric of your dress. She started squeezing past all the people on the way but by the time she made it to the lifts the door was already closed and you and Hoseok were making your way down to the garage.

He got his car keys from his pocket and slowly sat you down on the passengers seat.

‘You’re safe. Nobody, every will lay a hand on you. Nobody will ever make you unhappy. Never’ he answered and you locked your eyes with his. You bit the inside of your mouth and nodded at him. His eyes were angry, furious but the way he was looking at you with the upmost care and love made you feel safe. The way he showed up for you made you feel safe. You didn’t know him or much about him. You were meeting on the daily basis but you had no idea what he was like. He placed a short kiss on the top of your hand and closed the car door. He walked around the car and made it to the drivers seat. He closed the door behind himself and turned the engine on.

‘Do you need to grab anything from yours?’ he asked whilst turning the headlights on.

‘Depends where we are going’ you answered, trying to pull yourself together but you were still in shock not knowing what you want.

‘Depends if we are ever coming back’ he answered and looked at you. He smiled. First time this night he smiled and you saw his heart shaped smile and his eyes softer now, looking at you. You had no idea what it meant, you had no idea where this will even lead you but you knew you needed to get away from home, from this place, from the city, from Min Yoongi.

‘Fine, let me grab few things and leave a note for Sam’ you answered and nodded almost like agreeing with yourself to a plan.

‘You have to guide me, I have no idea where to go’ he started the car and got out of the garage and you started navigating how to get to yours.

#bts #jung hoseok #jung hoseok x reader #kim namjoon #min yoongi #min yoongi viilain #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3

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shions-new-blog-of-stuff · 1 year ago

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"You're Still You"

Plaga Leon x OC

Part I

Part II

Part III

The clicking of a nail clipper echoed on the room, followed by the scratching of a nail file. Catherine's brow furrowed in concentration.

"They wouldn't even let you trim your nails?" she asked.

Leon and Catherine sat on the bed, his hand held by her. Seeing his hands up close, revealed his fingertips were darker than the rest of his body--looking like smudged ink. It was still dark outside, a little past midnight. The lamp light cast off shadows around the room.

"I had a room, with a shower. I got three meals a day," Leon replied in a despondent tone, "and not much else. But I did get them cut down... frequently. They grow back a lot faster than usual. It was one of the first things the lab guys discovered about me."

"So...you regenerate...like those gray skinned creatures on the island?" Catherine scooped up the clippings and threw them in a little trash bag.

Leon nodded.

Catherine sighed and paused to think. She tucked some hair behind her ear.

"That should do it," she said with a faint smile, "go on and hop in the tub. I forgot uncle has clothes for you in his room. I just hope they fit."

She stood up from the bed to make her way out the door, "Be right back. If you're hungry I can put something in the microwave for you."

Leon's hand grabbed her wrist, gently pulling her back.

She sat on the edge of the bed, "What's wrong? Where's it hurt?"

"As much I'm glad to see you again..." Leon began to say, "Sweetheart, you--you can still go home. Forget all this."

Catherine shook her head, feeling tears well up.

She took a deep breath and looked straight into his crimson eyes, "That night. I could have gone home. But I couldn't ignore someone needing help. And because of that, call it luck or fate or whatever...I got to meet you, know you. And..."

Her voice trailed off as she took another deep breath to compose herself.

"I think... I think it was when we were getting chased by that monster...the one Saddler called 'it'. When you saved me from falling off the cliff...I think it was that moment, that I wanted to be with you, always."

Leon felt warmth in his ears and stomach. Without realizing it, his hands lightly held onto Catherine's upper arms.

"For me it might have been the night of the concert, the outbreak. If I was just a second too late...I could have lost you to the virus. I wanted to tell you how I felt, but, work, you know?"

Catherine leaned in and buried her face in his shoulder, "I don't know what the future's gonna be like, but..."

She thought back to the gas station, "Leon...never in a million years I'd leave you in the cold."

Pulling back, she was smiling through her tears. She was taken by surprise when she felt Leon's arm move to the small of her back.

His face leaned in close, the tips of their noses brushing against each other, before tilting his head for a passionate kiss.

@mishwanders @squashfics @notrattus

#infected Leon x OC

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wishchthumblr · 6 months ago

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on todays episode of "mental health issues that could easily be solved by one single thing that i dont have", GET A MICROWAVE!!!

i just know SO many of my eating related issues (not all obviously but a LOT of them) would be solved if this house just had a goddamn microwave

today i ate like... 1/4th of those small frozen pizzas, 1/3rd of a grilled cheese, and 1/3rd bowl of macaroni and meatballs. and yall wanna know why i didnt eat the whole thing of any of them? its cause my stupid adhd ass took too long to eat and the food got cold. and then i Cannot Eat That anymore. so even though i was still hungry i didnt eat the rest of it and just went back to rotting on youtube shorts and being too hungry to do anything and feeling dumb and unproductive and being guilty of making food that i dont eat. just... feeling like a big ol' waste

but the thing is, if i just

✨owned a microwave✨

i could just reheat the motherfucking food and still eat it and not feel like ive wasted that food. ((because since that food is wasted i feel guilty about making it, so i dont make any more food until next meal time, but then i didnt finish that either cause im stupid and eat too slow.))

but we dont have a microwave. only an oven. and yeah maybe i couldve reheated the 3/4th pizza or the grilled cheese in the oven, but then again the oven uses a lot of electricity. and my mom is always complaining that i turn the oven on, forget that its on for a while, and that im wasting electricity. and i was too tired and hungry to deal with that possibility. plus with the oven theres a chance i forget it too long or have it too hot and burn the food and that would just make me feel worse

but we dont have a microwave, because my mom thinks having a microwave leads to "eating more unhealthy foods that you just heat up" instead of "real food". so i didnt reheat any of my food. so i didnt eat it. it got to the point where it got cold and gross so i just threw it in the trash and hope my mom or grandma doesnt notice.

but if i had a microwave, i couldve reheated that food. and i couldve eaten it. ((and yeah, maybe i wouldnt have ate the whole thing, but maybe half at least? that counts right? well it dont really matter if it counts or not cause it didnt happen.))

and then maybe i wouldnt have been feeling like im gonna faint the whole day and maybe i wouldve gotten literally anything done instead of just scrolling on pinterest and youtube shorts for hours and feeling worthless. and maybe if i ate i wouldnt have hurt myself today

but nope. no microwave. it leads to "unhealthy" habits. i guess not eating enough to count as even ONE full meal is healthier since its not "microwave food"

thanks mom

#tw eating issues #tw self harm #btw to my irl friends. if you see this no you did not #sorry honey if you see this. cause i know you like my mom and think shes really nice #which she is!! most of the time aha #the hurting myself happened bc i usually have sprinkled cheese on my macaroni and meatballs #but i used all the cheese in the sandwich that i binned #which made me feel like such a fucking idiot and a waste #so i started crying #and i took the metal lid from the boiling macaroni pot and pressed it to me leg for like 10 seconds straight #fun fact: im really good at muffling any sound when im in pain. haha #it didnt feel like enough though. my knife drawer had stuff infront of it but theres a loose screw on my table #so i ripped that across my skin a couple times #some blood came out but not “enough” pain #so then i had the very strong urge to hurt MORE #and intrusively imagined what id be like to take a knife and drive it into my stomach #which was a little shocking cause i havent had THAT thought in a while #AND THEN i remembered i have my swedish final on monday and i have to make a speech and i havent even chosen a topic yet #and that ill have to meet the swedish teacher that is the reason for the only times i have ever cried or cut at school #and then i had another like... daydream hallucination thing about telling my asshole swedish teacher #that the reason i dont have a speech is cause i realised id see him on monday and wanted to kms :3 #kinda still feel like cutting and i scratched myself with the sharp screw a bit more but at least venting about this helped a little #yall if i look my teacher in the eyes and tell him he makes me want to kms and that his behavior and attitude HAS made me cut myself #and that i pray to god he treats his own children better than he treats his students #think hed let me skip the test? yes or no?#god i feel so dizzy rn #but i dont wanna make more food and have to throw it away. i wish we had snacks in this house #wish’s whispers #personal vent #this was a lot of tags aha

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art-of-manliness · 9 months ago

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Make a Week of Cheap, Easy, High-Protein Breakfasts in Less Than an Hour

If you’re looking to eat healthier, one of the best things you can do to make that happen is to make eating healthier easy. Like stupid easy. So easy, you hardly have to think about it. One way to accomplish this is to prepare your meals in advance so you know exactly what’s in them, and so that when you’re pressed for time, you don’t default to eating whatever unhealthy options are on hand or getting expensive, no-good-for-you fast food. When it’s time to eat, you just grab your ready-made meal from the fridge or freezer. You know, meal prep. One make-ahead meal I’ve been enjoying recently is a high-protein breakfast bake. I got the idea from a fella named Johnny Hadac on Instagram who serves up easy, affordable meal prep recipes for people looking to lose weight/eat better. This breakfast bake takes about 15 minutes to prep. The thing that takes the most time is dicing up your veggies. Bake time is about 35 minutes. When you’re done, you’ll have six tasty, high-protein, low-carb mini breakfast casseroles that will leave your belly feeling nice and full, but without a ton of calories. Just take a look at the macro breakdown for each bake: * Protein: 50 grams * Carbs: 12 grams * Fat: 22 grams * Total Calories: 452 Cost per bake is $3.50. You’d pay about $13 for a similar breakfast bake from one of those companies that sell ready-to-eat meals online. I know, because I’ve bought them before. So these babies are tasty, healthy, and cost-effective. Here’s how to make them. Ingredients * 6 eggs * 24 ounces egg whites * 24 ounces low-fat cottage cheese * 12 ounces mild cheddar cheese * 6 precooked chicken sausages (you can buy them already cooked) * 1 onion * 3 bell peppers * Salt and pepper Preheat oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit Queue up the Art of Manliness Podcast Great to listen to while you’re prepping these. Dice Onion and Bell Peppers This is what will take most of your time. Lay Out Six Cooking Pans on a Table We’re going to prep these like they’re on a Henry Ford Model-T assembly line. I used these aluminum meal prep pans that you can buy at most grocery stores. I recommend doing the same when you first try this out. If you decide to make this a regular thing, you can buy some Pyrex pans. It will save you money, and you’ll be able to reheat your bake in the microwave right in the dish. Spray Each Pan With Cooking Spray Crack One Egg in Each Pan Add ½ Cup of Egg Whites to Each Pan Add ½ Cup of Low-Fat Cottage Cheese to Each Pan If cottage cheese makes you squeamish, don’t worry, you don’t taste it. But it gives the bake more protein and some bulk. Add 1 Diced Sausage to Each Pan I used Al Fresco Sweet Apple Chicken Sausages. Why? Because it was the only precooked chicken sausage available at my local Walmart Neighborhood Market. You could use whatever precooked meat you want to use: bacon, ham, ground beef, whatever. I used chicken sausage because it’s lower in fat and higher in protein. Add ¼ Cup of Mild Cheddar Cheese to Each Pan Add a Handful of Veggies to Each Pan Sprinkle With Salt and Pepper and Mix Ingredients Together You can also add other seasonings as desired, like Old Bay. You know I love me some Old Bay! Bake in the Oven for 35 Minutes Bam! A Week’s Worth of High-Protein Breakfasts If you baked them in the aluminum pans, just slide them onto a plate to reheat in the microwave. ~90 seconds should do the trick. These actually taste really good cold. I like to hit mine with some sort of hot sauce before consuming. Enjoy! The post Make a Week of Cheap, Easy, High-Protein Breakfasts in Less Than an Hour appeared first on The Art of Manliness. http://dlvr.it/T2WgsP

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deathofacupid · 11 months ago

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two of them in the same day | peter parker

tw: assault, making out, chicken burrito bowl? oh and moody ass y/n

summary: what are the chances you run into peter and spider-man in the same day?

this part can be read independently!

masterlist to this series here!

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the rain poured down, sparing no mercy on the citizens on new york. rainy days like this were common, as well as the controversy on liking those days or not.

y/n dragged herself down the sidewalk, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground. the black umbrella she had was right above her head, shielding her from the water.

believe it or not, but not everyone new how to cook a meal, even if they were fresh out of college. lucky for her, she had a roomie who did that for her at college. in return, of course, she was in charge of all the laundry. because no one does stuff for free.

one way or another, y/n needed to eat. her cooking skills weren't really top pier, and so she was reduced to buying microwaveable dinners, which is what she was getting now.

this was really making her sound like a sad 22 year old.

was it the smartest idea to walk around at 2 in the morning looking around for something to eat? no. no, it wasn't. all y/n had on her was a pen, phone, and wallet.

not even like, pepper spray. maybe she could stab someone with her umbrella if they tried to pull something.

the loud honking of the cars filled her ears, a blaring noise that she couldn't block out. she walked on autopilot, avoiding puddles and all, but not really taking in what was around her.

it was the same route that she walked once every week, just to get basic needs. no, she wasn't rich. it wasn't a surprise to most of her friends when she said no to certain trips and vacations to go on with them.

her parents weren't of any help, and neither were any of her "friends." never mind, she kinda was a sad 22 year old.

she sighed hopelessly at the reality of her life. y/n thought of herself as lucky to be able to afford what she needed. she had just enough. she stopped in front of a 7/11, pushing the door open, she stepped inside.

the gas station was much better than whatever was going on outside. except it was a little cold. but stations were aways cold. she hummed as she walked over to the frozen food, scanning the items.

"pizza? mm... nah. isn't there anything healthier?" she mumbled to herself. most of the fridges were empty, to her utter dismay.

y/n didn't notice the brunette that had stopped in his tracks to look at her. the way her hair was effortlessly styled, bouncing on her shoulders. how her brows were knitted together tightly, and her e/c eyes practically glowed as they looked around, all these things had him hopelessly staring.

he really, really, couldn't help it when he brought the camera up to his eye, zooming in.

click.

y/n was more focused on not starving to death at the moment. the man walked over to her, she didn't know it, but he was here for the same reason as her.

they both laid eyes on the most delectable, if you could even call it that, meal in the fridge. a microwaveable chicken burrito bowl. he opened the fridge door and both their hands reached for it, touching.

he, on instinct, moved his hand, allowing y/n to grab the box.

"uh... there's only one," he started.

"yeah, and i grabbed it first," y/n interrupted. normally she wasn't this rude, but hunger does things.

"well, miss, i kinda need this. i don't really have anything at home."

she pitied him momentarily before realizing that she was also in the same situation.

"uh-huh. me too."

he looked at you for a moment, and then gave in.

"ok, it's fine, you can have it."

y/n hesitated, already feeling bad as she glanced at his eyes. "man, you're really good at guilt-tripping."

"oh, no, i wasn't trying to-"

"just take it," she offered with a smile.

"seriously, it's cool. you can have it," the man reassured.

"bro. literally two seconds ago you were about to fight me on it. what happened to that?"

he chuckled, "i've gotta say, of all the things i've ever done, running into someone like this hasn't yet happened."

"yeah, dude, i'm glad i got to share this experience with you."

the two of them laughed, which died down into giggles.

"you know, for someone i met at two a.m. in a gas station, you aren't so bad."

he rolled his eyes playfully, "why, thank you."

"you are welcome."

overly greased pizza it was.

"oh, um, by the way, i'm y/n."

"parker. peter parker." he lowered his voice and said it in a weird way.

"l/n. y/n l/n." she repeated her name and voiced it in the same way peter did.

he sighed, "yeah, i don't know why i said it like that."

she giggled and grabbed the pizza box.

"look, i can totally take the pizza, y/n."

"hush, peter. your persistence is getting annoying," she chuckled.

"ok, fine." she followed him into the checkout lane. he went first, and when finished up, started to wave y/n goodbye. although, he really did wanted to spend more time with her.

"hold up, gimme your receipt."

he gave the girl a look, but handed it to her nonetheless. y/n scribbled her number down on the back and returned it to him. guess carrying a pen around did come in handy.

his cheeks heated up, and he looked back up at you.

"text me whenever, pete. bye!"

y/n walked past peter, opening the door for both of them. with a wave and a smile they went their separate ways.

on the whole walk home she had this tingling feeling in her stomach. he seemed so nice, and deep down, y/n hoped he would text her back.

so lost in her thoughts she didn't notice the figure in the alley. the same figure that pulled her into it, gun pushed into her temple. she whimpered, too afraid to look at her captor.

"pretty lil' thang, ain't she?"

"scored a round with this one, int' we?"

"take 'em off."

"i-" y/n started, fearing for her life.

"the clothes, take 'em off now, er' else i'll blow yer' head off!"

she took off her sweatshirt, hands shaking violently, next her shirt- leaving her helpless in a wine red bra. taking her in, the man moved the gun away from her head.

y/n took this opportunity to let out a bloodcurdling scream, but it did her no good, as no one came. all she got was a sharp kick to the stomach.

she coughed up blood, curling up on the floor. at that moment, a blur of blue and red dashed in. y/n wiped the blood from her mouth, squinting her eyes.

spider-man?

it went by so quickly, she hardly had time to watch. she watched as he hung upside down from a web, done with these guys. he was about to get down, but y/n had already got up, walking towards the man in the mask.

it took him a second to realize that she was just in the bra, but he didn't look away. he knew that non-sleep deprived peter would be ashamed, but he wasn't that guy at the moment.

he let her walk up to him, their eyes locking.

did y/n have a clue of what she was doing?

no.

did that stop her?

no.

she felt for the end of his mask, just by his chin and gave it a soft tug.

"don't... don't do..." he struggled for words.

she pulled it down just enough to see his lips. y/n was genuinely convinced that she might regret this. like, really convinced. she leaned in, her soft lips meeting his.

woah, i didn't know bug boy would taste like this...

it wasn't long or anything, more like something of reassurance. y/n pulled away, eyes half-lidded. he hopped down, pulling the mask back. she pressed her hand against his chest, looking up at him. peter's arms, of course she didn't know they were his, but they were wrapped around her torso. because of the height difference he was looking down at her, giving him a clear view of her cleavage.

bug boy ripped his gaze away from her, and back at her eyes. the same ones that give him butterflies back at the store.

yes, he had been following her home, but that was to make sure she got back safe. and it was a good thing he did. but he didn't feel the need to tell her all that. peter cleared his throat awkwardly, moving away to give pick up y/n's clothes.

she flushed into a crimson red, quickly putting them on.

"i think it's a good idea to take you home, right?"

"yeah. um, alright."

he picked her up, arm wrapped tightly around her.

"wait, what are you-"

he swung you up into the air, and you screamed into his shoulder, clinging onto him for dear life.

"what's your address?" he yelled through the wind.

"164 Linebaugh Ave, 3rd floor, just-" she rushed out. "just drop me off on the balcony!"

bug boy didn't respond, and she was slightly afraid that the superhero of nyc would hate her for kissing him. but in her defense, he did kiss her back.

in a couple minutes, they were there, and set her down gently on the balcony. it felt weird, there was no goodbye or any closure. not that y/n should really need any.

"wait!"

peter looked back at her.

"i- um," she hesitated, but walked up to him. if she wanted to, she could have taken the mask off. because in that moment, he really was vulnerable. it was a new feeling, and peter hadn't felt that since mj, but that was a long time ago, and those feelings had long faded.

he didn't stop her as she moved in closer.

"close your eyes," he whispered.

she did, not giving it a second thought. he pulled off his mask all the way, and leaned in to kiss her. peter sat her on the edge of the railing, without breaking the kiss. one of his arms were wrapped around her torso and the other tangled in her hair.

y/n arms were thrown around his neck, keeping him close. she didn't dare open her eyes, despite the fact that she really wanted to know who this man was.

during this whole make out sesh, peter had dropped his mask somewhere on the floor. but that was the least of his concerns.

and that is how y/n ended up making out with nyc's famous spider-man at 2:56 in the morning.

#spiderman #tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x you #still struggling #but you’re the one i want part one

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Doly, Doly, Doly! My dear friend, I’m sorry for going like a week without sending a message! This week really got away from me. How’s your vacation been? How’s Hail Mary? I hope you’re doing well!!!

Oh my brother always hated having to share with me cause you know I was the annoying little sibling who wanted to play with all the stuff he had. It was the only way I played like any video games until I was in my preteens and got a wii and DS but I’m not sure which one was first lol. But I still tried to play games on his stuff.

We definitely would! There’s so many concerts I wanna go to and I can’t wait till I feel comfy enough to start going back to them!!! I’d absolutely go see Niall in a heartbeat. There’s just something about live music that really is magical. And it’s also one of those human moments of “I’m in a room full of all these people and we’re singing the same songs and love this person on stage.” And what a feeling that is. Especially for an artist that makes you feel like at home, that is truly special.

How exciting! Let me know how you like it once you get it! I found that I enjoyed it quite a bit! And I’ll have to see if I can find them! I took photos of that installation like six years ago now!

I want a Louis hoodie so bad! I have one of his shirts but it’s kinda old, too small and the back art on it is peeling. My favorite YouTubers announced they got married recently and oh my heart, it was so sweet. For streamers I feel like I rarely catch the streams live so I watch a lot of vods or people editing down the streams to the important/good bits. I think I said I tend to wear a normal like baseball cap? I’m not sure how else to describe it but I wear it when I’m having a bad hair day or just don’t wanna deal with it. I got to wear my beanie today which was nice since I rarely get to! It was pretty cold so it worked great when I went out/had to let my dogs out. I will say, I think I prefer ice skating to roller skating! I’ve been roller skating a normal amount and I think I’ve only gone ice skating once but it was so fun cause it’s just so different! I’d love to do it again. Italy! How exciting! I bet it was beautiful. I know this sounds crazy but I’m not sure of the last time I had a mango/if I’ve ever had one really. I know I’ve had kiwi but it’s been a very long time so I dont remember much about the taste. Cleaning carpet is awful! I’ve stained my carpet horrendously by accidentally leaving a tube of black paint out and stepping on it 😐 and then a blue drink spilled on my beige carpet sooo. I like it in my room but probably nowhere else in a house.

I know this isn’t as long as the others but I feel im blanking on what to talk about atm buuut I’ll still do a speed round of course!!!

Since it’s the holidays: if you have a Christmas tree, do you prefer a fake or real one? I understand the appeal of a fake one 100% because there’s no cleaning up, watering and throwing it out like a real one and plus it’s a one and done payment for years to come! However, im a sucker for a live tree. I love smelling the tree in the house and I love going to pick one out!

Do you dilly dally? Like when running to the store are you someone who gets everything they need and then goes straight to check out or do you kinda get pulled in by other things not on your shopping list? I feel I can do both but I absolutely dilly dally more than anything. I get distracted easily like when Walmart was open 24/7 my dad and I would just be like “we should go get snacks” at like 1am and then we’d be there for an hour and a half… it’s why my mom refuses to go inside Walmart with him.

Do you prefer to use the stove/oven or the microwave? Like when I make soup I make it on the stove my friend makes it in the microwave. And like a stouffer’s meal I make in oven every time my friend will just the microwave. Like even when making water I’ll boil the water instead of using the microwave. I hate using the microwave for most things I’m not sure what it is or why but it just feels better using the stove/oven.

When it comes to jewelry, do you prefer gold or silver? I personally prefer silver. I think it just looks better on me! But I feel that I don’t wear much jewelry anymore at all.

I can’t remember if I’ve asked but which do you find more interesting or even scary? Space or the ocean? I feel both are equally so fascinating but also absolutely terrifying!! I love the ocean though, I used to want to be a marine biologist sooo and someone tried to tell me we’ve explored a lot of the ocean so there was no point in being a marine biologist and I almost lost my mind cause anyone and everyone know how little of the ocean we’ve actually explored!

Do you enjoying sparkling water? I personally am not a big fan. I just don’t like the taste of almost jay of them! I think it’s very rare for me to find one I like.

What was the last movie you watched that had you thinking “I’ve got to tell everyone to watch this movie” because you enjoyed it so much? I’d say mine was probably Glass Onion and Nope. Also, what’s an underrated movie you think deserves more love?

Okay, I think I’m done for today! I’ll talk to you soon!!! Hope you’re doing well and are having a good day/night! ❤️

-🎉❄️

Hello, lovely!! Happy Louis Tomlinson day!! 🥳✨🥳✨ I can’t even believe he’s 31 like- time is truly and illusion cause he doesn’t look a day over 25!! Also, Merry Christmas Eve!! May you spend this day filled with the love and joy from friends and family!!

I totally understand!! I, too, have fallen behind on my Christmas asks this year. It’s been tough to find the time to send these asks, so no worries, love!

My vacation has been going very well!! The next couple of days are going to be me just trying to soak it all in!! The days are counting down and before I know it, I’m back in the cold again. 😵‍💫 how are you on the weather situation? I heard it snowed pretty bad in the southern states, so I wasn’t sure if you were affected? I haven’t read Project Hail Mary since I landed last week. It’s one of those things where I have to be in the mood to read it. But I definitely will get back into it at some point once I’m back home!! I like it too much to just abandon it!!

I think all of us younger siblings are embedded with the ability to annoy our older siblings into either 1.) letting us play video games with them or 2.) doing everything in their power to make sure we’re not two feet within the proximity of their gaming systems lol. It’s the annoying young sibling to gamer pipeline!!

You described the concert experience to a tea!! Two days ago, I went to see a Latin reggaeton duo that I’ve been listening to for as long as I can remember!! It was a magical experience in that arena and I would do anything to relieve it again!! Can’t wait for what next year entails for live music!!

Are you talking about Jenna and Julian? I saw!! I’m so happy for them!! I remember watching the one really old video where they both try MacBook filers. Julien had me in tears that day because of how hard I laughed!! I only wish the best for them!! ✨ wait, you’ve never had a mango? Oooo, if I can send you a box right now, I would!! It’s not mango season here on the island or else I would send a picture of what I believe are the best mangos! When they’re just ripe, they’re so sweet, yet tangy at the same time!! Highly recommend!!

Speed Round Answers!! Fake/real Christmas tree? All my life, I’ve only ever had fake Christmas trees, so I’d probably say that only because of convenience! If I had my own proper house, then I’d say yes, probably! Even if it’s just for one holiday season!! It sounds like something nice to have and I do like the smell of pine trees lol. When you get the chance, I’d love to see a picture of your tree when you can!! Do I dilly-dally? I can wholeheartedly say that I’m a dilly-dally kind of person!! I have to go down almost all the isles to find things that I would like, both when I’m grocery shopping and clothing shopping; hell, even just window shopping when I’m not buying anything!! Lol. I think I get it from my mom cause she’s the same way I am where she has to go down every isle, unless she’s in a rush for one specific thing. I’m definitely someone who’s down for snacks in the late hours of the morning lol. Microwave/stove? For convenience, I’m a microwave user, but I’ve also realized the importance of using a stove to reheat food! Especially things like leftovers, they taste better reheated on the stove than using the microwave!! Unless it’s like 3am and I’m hungry for something I’ve set aside, I’ll just pop it in the microwave and hope for the best lol. Gold/silver? Depends on what I’m wearing that day, but I would probably say silver! I think it goes with everything a lot better than gold does. I say, as someone who doesn’t wear jewelry all that much except for their ear piercings that have mismatched earring on that follow no specific pattern whatsoever. Space/ocean? Both are equally as cool as they are absolutely terrifying!! While there is still so much of the ocean that hasn’t been discovered, I can agree and say that we can definitely keep it that way!! I’d say space travel (I wouldn’t go up into space myself, but the idea of it does sound exciting nonetheless). Sparkling water? Not a big sparkling water/soda drinker. It doesn’t really taste like anything (even though water doesn’t have a taste anyway) and the carbonation isn’t really my favorite. I’ll only really have a carbonated drink when I’m out and that’s all they have to offer. Other than that, I’ll take a juice/plain water any day!! Movie to inform the masses? I haven’t watched a good movie in a long time!! The last movie I saw in theaters was My Policeman. Just out of the sake of my lack of movie engagement, I’m gonna say that!! It has a really good message about love and loss, especially in a society that didn’t allow that kind of love to happen. While many current places are still restricting lgbtq+ people today, it shows we have the ability to move past that kind of mentality in the upcoming years!! Underrated movie? Hmmmmmm…. I’m not sure. I’m gonna go with the easy answer and say the Andrew Garfield’s adaptation of The Amazing Spider-Man. I really enjoyed those movies when they came out and seeing a lot of people undermine the cinematic masterpiece that it is makes me sad. I haven’t seen Nope, but I heard a lot of good things about it. Never heard of Glass Onion though. Might have to take a look.

Hope you have a wonderful holiday season, love!! Sending all the love to you and your family/friends/whoever you choose to celebrate this year with!! I’ve truly enjoyed talking with you this December!! Until the next one 💕.

#holiday pals 🎄✨#ask

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capesandshapes · 3 years ago

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Didn't You Know? (Post Reveal/Pre Relationship)

Summary:

Marinette is sick and realizes that Adrien has a secret to tell her.

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The music was loud.

Far too loud.

But she knew at the same time that she was drunk, far too drunk; so that might have played a part in it. Adrien sitting at the bar with girls surrounding him—draped on his shoulders and with hands on his knees— might have also played a part in it. Because she’s tired, and sick, and lonely; and he’s there like he always is, waiting to take her home, waiting to take care of her because he feels like it’s his duty.

Because he’s Chat Noir and she’s Ladybug, and he promised one day however many years ago that he would always take care of her. Now she has to live with that. Now she has to live with wanting him, but still not fucking saying it.

And just when her night seems like it can’t get worse, some guy dumps a pint of whiskey on the front of her dress and makes to clean it up, his napkin at the ready to blot it like this totally isn’t some pre-planned thing—

“Oof,” a familiar voice says beside her, placing his sweatshirt around her shoulders before she can even protest and pushing the hands away before the man can try to ‘help’. “Thank you for that, but she’s already taken care of, I think I’m gonna take her home.”

And immediately the guy, some big burly man likely in his thirties, is flinging accusations and acting like he knows everything. “And who are you to do that?” Like he wasn’t just trying to do something awful.

“I’m her husband,” Adrien says, flashing a black and green ring while throwing a cheeky smile over his shoulder as he pulled the two edges of his sweatshirt a little bit closer around her. “Happily married,” he mutters, his eyes softening as they landed on hers and he saw her pull the sweatshirt on to really sell the statement. He leaned forward to zip it up, throwing the man another smile, this one verging on a warning as he placed his hand on Marinette’s shoulder.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize,” the man began, blinking as Adrien made to herd her away.

“It’s fine,” Adrien said, his arm around her shoulders and his eyes staying firmly on her. “She’s going home.” In a stage whisper, he added, “you’re sick, aren’t you sweetheart?”

Which was only half because of the other man and half because she actually was sick, and he wanted an answer.

She had been wondering how long she could keep it from him that night, how long she could last dancing with Alya and accepting only water. Now that he knew who she was, Adrien had a way of seeing through all of her other disguises too. Like her telling herself that she wasn’t sick and trying to act like she wasn’t sick.

Even though a small part of her was afraid she might have caught the flu or been suffering from some sign of overwork…

“I’m going to get your coat,” he said, guiding her near the door.

“Are you also going to go and tell more people that we’re married?” She asked wearily, swaying on her feet.

He laughed, leaving a small kiss on her forehead that almost made her cross her eyes. “I tell everyone I’m married; it keeps them from hitting on me and technically I am…” He raised his hand, waggling his eyebrows at her, “married to the job,” he joked. “I’m taken in more ways than one.”

She wished she didn’t laugh, if only because it encouraged that type of thing. As his friend, she shouldn’t have been happy that he was sitting in clubs with his miraculous on his ring finger, turning away girls who could have been something to him. As his friend, she shouldn’t have raised the sleeve of his sweatshirt to her nose as he walked away, smelling the soft cologne that he’s taken to wearing instead of the Agreste branded stuff.

She really sucked at this whole being his friend thing. More so now than ever.

He reappeared with her jacket, her housekeys in his hand. He didn’t, of course, make any moves to replace the sweatshirt around her shoulders, just another addition to the list of many things that would always make her wonder about where she actually stood with him.

Alya always insisted that he liked her and was just waiting for the right time to say anything, but two years had passed since they’d revealed their identities and Marinette had started to doubt that. If it was more than a childhood crush, he would have told her by now.

Then again, she thought as she watched him wait for their taxi, she hadn’t told him.

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Adrien unlocked her door and hauled her stuff inside, Marinette following closely behind. He reached around her once she was safely inside, closing the door and locking it.

“I’ll stay on the couch tonight in case you need anything,” he informed her. Adrien was often overbearing when she was sick, a trait that he’d picked up from her once she learned that no one was really around to care for him when the boy was sick. It almost became tradition for the man to sleep in her living room whenever she was ill, another reason why she didn’t want him to know.

It was almost painful how much he cared.

That was the problem with the two of them, someday he would get a girlfriend or she would have another boyfriend, and they would tell him how weird this was, that he cared way too much for the young woman and she cared too far beyond reason for him as well. Then it would end.

She didn’t want it to end.

She wanted a thousand different things in her life, like to start her own fashion line and see the world, but she didn’t want Adrien to leave her.

She was in love with Chat Noir. How long? She couldn’t tell you. Before the reveal, probably. Before she knew that he shared those green eyes with the other guy who made her chest feel heavy and her breathing weak.

“You should shower,” Adrien said. “Are you hungry? We didn’t go out to eat this time.”

“I had a microwave meal.”

“You didn’t eat then,” Adrien proclaimed, marching into her kitchen. Ever since he learned how to cook one summer at Nino’s grandparents, he was a storm in the kitchen. He made food for her whenever he could, always watching her closely for her reaction to that first bite. It reminded her of her father in a way, that excitement to watch her experience new things and know that he was responsible.

She sighed, lumbering into the kitchen on exhausted legs and wrapping her arms around his back, burying her face into it and murmuring her thanks. “I love you,” she mumbled, such a common phrase from her that it always just slipped out.

“I love you too,” he stated, his hands wrapping around hers and giving a reassuring squeeze. “You can put on a new one of my sweatshirts when you get out of the shower,” he said, because eventually she had started a whole collection of them without thinking about it.

She nodded, bending over to remove her high heels before traveling further into the apartment. He was already at her feet by the time she’d managed to overcome dizziness and bend over, beginning the process of unbuckling her heels and tossing them aside.

She blinked at him, feeling his soft blond hair brush against her leg and immediately giving into the urge to touch it. Her hand wove through the back of his hair and he pressed a small kiss to her leg as he finished the last shoe, tossing them aside. “There,” he said, smiling up at her.

She really hoped he thought she was red from the fever.

Freed from her shoes, she felt the world blink in and out as she stumbled to her bathroom, turning the shower on cold to combat her fever despite her body’s pleas not to. She practically fell into the shower and she knew that he heard, rushing to the door as quick as possible. “I’m fine,” she called before he could so much as knock, blinking at the mixture of shampoos and soaps before her. When would she finally make room for Adrien to have his own shelf? She shook her head, tempted as always to see if there was some magic in his fifty-dollar shampoo, but settling for her strawberry-scented one instead. Adrien had teased her the last time she’d used anything on his recommendation.

Finally clean, she emerged from the bathroom, walking the short distance in her towel before ending up in her room. “It’s almost done,” Adrien said from the kitchen as she pulled on a pair of joggers and one of his old sweatshirts, pulling her hair into a sad attempt of a bun.

Deeming herself close enough to presentable, she moved back into the kitchen, steadying herself on the wall when he noticed her and his face broke into a smile.

“You didn’t have any chicken stock, so I made leek soup,” he said, gesturing to the bowls, one for her, one for him.

She nodded, grabbing the bowl and moving to the living room, scooting too close into his side when he settled on the couch beside her, flicking on the tv. He threw on the show they’d been watching recently, a bad soap opera about werewolves that had the sets falling apart around them. She let out the softest yawn when the theme music began, sinking further and further into him until he finally finished his food, placing his arm around her.

“When is she finally going to realize that he’s in love with her,” she grumbled. “I mean, they’re dating, aren’t they?”

“I don’t know,” Adrien said, pulling the empty bowl from her lap and pulling her on top of him, the two laying together as the show continued to play. His eyebrows furrowed, concern for the characters showing on his face, “I mean, she has stuff at his place and everything.”

That didn’t mean anything, Marinette had things at Adrien’s place. She had more than one drawer, a whole closet even. “I mean, he said he’s in love with her, right?”

“Yeah,” Adrien agreed. “And they go practically everywhere together, people invite them as a couple.”

“And he sends her all these texts every day of things that she’s into!” Marinette complained. “I don’t know much about love, but that seems like it’s part of it.”

“Mhm,” Adrien agreed, pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth. “Thank you for the recipes the other day, by the way.”

“No problem—” she began, and then stopped, her eyes sliding over to him. He still watched the tv with the same expression, not even giving what he’d done a second thought.

“I think he’s finally about to say it,” Adrien stated with a frown. “It’s taken long enough.”

But Marinette couldn’t focus on the show at all. All she could do was stare at him. “You almost kissed me,” she marveled.

He cast her a questioning look, looking over at her just slightly before turning back to the tv. “Do you want me to fully kiss you, or?”

Marinette straightened, using her forearms to jerk back from him, her eyes wide.

He blinked, turning around to look at her, his eyebrows furrowed. “Marinette?”

“You kissed me,” she repeated, deciding at the corner was good enough and reaching to touch her mouth with her hand almost absentmindedly, tumbling against his chest in the process.

“Yes?” He said, peeling her off him to look him in the eyes. “I mean, that’s what people do when they’re dating—”

Her mouth fell open.

“Marinette..?”

“We’re dating?!” She yelled, her eyes wild.

He immediately flattened against the couch, looking almost as shocked at the statement as she was. “Marinette, I have stuff at your apartment, you have stuff at mine. I cook for you, we have shows. We watched all of Naruto together. You tell me you love me every day, and I say it back.”

“But that’s—We—” She floundered, almost falling off the couch.

Adrien’s hand caught her. “Marinette, be careful, you have a fever—”

“How long?” She asked, slumping into his hand. “We haven’t even kissed—”

“To be fair, we have kissed plenty of times before and I just assumed—”

“How. Long.” She repeated, and she could see the pure terror grow in his eyes.

“Two weeks?” He said, quickly explaining, “I mean, I sent you that long text about how much I liked you and you sent me back that you would be lucky to be my girlfriend, any girl would—”

She gasped, almost falling backward this time before his hands plastered themselves to the small of her back, the young man sitting up beneath her.

“Marinette?!”

“You’re my boyfriend,” she said loudly. “Oh my god, you’re my boyfriend.”

“Is that a bad thing?” He frowned.

“But you tell people that you’re married—”

“As a private joke,” he corrected. “I also tell people that I’m taken, not as a joke.” His hands pulled back from her, his voice almost unsure as he asked, “do you not want to be?”

“Of course, I want to be,” she squeaked. “I mean, that’s like asking someone if they want to be rich, or have a room full of puppies, or cure cancer—”

The corner of his mouth rose in a smirk.

“It’s just that I didn’t know,” she finished. “I haven’t even kissed you. And now I’m sick and I have this boyfriend here to take care of me, and he’s going to sleep on the couch…” Marinette struggled to list everything else wrong.

Adrien didn’t give her a chance.

No, instead he grabbed the side of her face and pulled her down, pressing his lips against hers in a firm, inarguable kiss.

“Well, I don’t have to sleep on the couch…” he said as he pulled away.

#lovesquare #post reveal pre relationship #marinette dupain cheng #adrien ageste #ladybug #chat noir #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #miraculous fanfiction #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #this isn't a fill this is for me #this is from my wips #my fanfic

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Remedy | JJK x Reader | 💜☁️🔞🤖

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Android!AU, Android!Jungkook, AI!Jungkook

Warnings: mentions of war, PTSD, Panic attack, confused!Koo, soft reader, like my god I just wanna put her in my pocket and keep her safe, aka that’s what Koo wants to do, protective!Koo, praise kink, unprotected sex but izz fine Kookoo can’t knock her up anyways, soft sex, it’s very soft ngl, there’s a bird, some sad Koo, kook cries here and there, comfort and rehabilitation

Summary: JJK, Or J-Jungkook097 was a tactical fighter-type Android, used in modern war as a simple weapon and nothing more. Now retired after serious injuries, he has to adjust to modern life outside the war zone or he’ll get scrapped; and that’s where you come in, a rare human being ready to take on that challenge.

"Ah, what a waste, really." A worker says, looking the body of the Android over. "You sure you don't want him?" He asks, and the older worker shakes his head.

"I can't let him around my kids by himself, and I don't want him to snap around my wife either. He's not suited for my home and family." He says, looking the male robot over, before he pulls out his phone. "I think I know someone who just might take him." He says, hurriedly texting, before he gets a call back.

"Huh. Is he factory reset, or still running?" You ask, as Seokjin connects cords to the back of the android's neck.

"We tried to have him reset himself, but there's been problems." He explains. "He told us he did already, but that can't be true since he'd need a command to do it- his model isn't equipped with those AI options. Maybe his memory overloaded and deleted stuff as a survival protocol, we don't know. He's a military model, after all, they didn't let us see his original save data- they just downloaded it and went their way, leaving him for us to dismantle if he couldn't reset him properly for a new system." He says, as you type in some stuff, before viewing the screen you hold in your hand.

"So he's technically still running on his original warzone-system?" You ask Jin, and he nods, sighing. You furrow your brows, and the older male looks over at your tablet to see what you're looking at. "Are you sure? This is.. his AI settings are all set to.. look at this; companionable, friendly, all his settings are set to a companion-android, not a fighter type." You mumble, confused by this.

"Wait no no no that wasn't like that when I last looked at him." Jin says, taking the tablet from you as he types in some stuff. "Huh. This is weird." He says, showing you something. "Look at the protocol."

You do. "Huh." You say, looking at the last line of code.

Last change made by: JJK_OSADMIN

"He changed his own system." You say, and Jin is standing up now.

"I'm taking him with me, I can't let him-" He starts, but you do as well, placing your hands ontop of the Androids chest as if you're guarding him.

"NO! I already signed, I own him- Jin, I have to look into this- and he's set to friendly, he won't get hostile that easily." You try to reassure him, and he sighs after a while, taking his jacket from the chair close by.

"Keep me updated." He says, as he leaves you be.

The Android still sitting limply on your chair.

"Alright JJK. Time to wake up." You say, closing the small panel before you sit in front of him, waiting for his system to run the commands you had typed in before unplugging him. It takes a moment, but there's movement after that; his body slowly starting to sit properly, muscles moving into place, and system running it's diagnostics to detect any change in hard- or software made. It marks down his eyes, the small patches of skin re-made, and that his body-liquids had been replaced.

He feels good.

His eyes open slowly, iris moving and focusing in Various degrees before they meet your form. "Hello." He simply says. "Are you my new owner?" He asks, and you nod, expecting that question. He's not been factory reset, which means even though his memory was scattered, and his system had been changed, he was still aware of everything vital. He nods, before he looks around. "I'm now supposed to run on the companion protocol, correct?" He asks, and you shrug. He's confused, as you suddenly smile at him.

"I don't know." You tell him. "Companion, Individual- what would you like?" You ask, knowing it will bring his current system to it's limits. He's not made to make decisions like that, and you think it's quite endearing to see him suddenly think like that.

"I.. choose?" He mumbles, before he looks at you seriously. "I'd like to be given a small time frame to properly research before I come to a conclusion." He says, and your eyes widen.

You look at him, still friendly as ever. "So, you want to figure out what you want first?" You ask, and he nods, a bit hesitantly. "Okay. Just tell me when you've made up your mind then." You say, and he nods.

"What are my daily tasks?" He asks, and you shrug again. "This is frustrating." He says, and you laugh at that.

It's weird to hear it. But he notes it down as a positive response from you.

"Just don't burn the house down while trying to cook or something." You joke, and he seems to take it seriously.

"Why would I set your home aflame while attempting to cook? I'm not even capable of either task.." He says, and you get up, grinning.

"Don't worry so much. Just properly charge for now- we'll see what's gonna happen as it happens." You say.

He nods.

Jungkook knows that around 75% of fatal accidents occur in a mere household. He also knows, that a regular home is the safest place to live. Yet there he was, on the floor, holding his ears as an attempt to block out the sound of his nightmares. "Jungkook?" You ask, as you turn off the microwave. He's still shaking as you sit down in front of him, close- but not touching, unknowing if he would react to that negatively or not. "Can you hear me?" You ask, and he hesitantly retracts his hands from his ears, letting the sound in again. The beeping of the microwave is now gone, only the soft ticking of your clock on the wall and the buzzing of your fridge remain. "I'm sorry that scared you." You say, smiling apologetically as he shakes his head, face serious. His eyes move frantically as they glow an orange hue, showing his system status.

"No, I should apologize." He says. "I don't know why I displayed this reaction to a mere household object." He admits, and you open the microwave to take out your meal, before sitting down on the kitchen floor. "You shouldn't do that- the tiles are very cold-" He starts, but you wave him off.

"Its fine. Both." You say. "You're probably still confusing some sounds and things with your past use as a warzone model. So it's normal- your system has to adapt. You have to adapt." You say. "We all need some time to heal after what you've been through." You say.

He sits quietly after those words, watching you as he goes through his research on you. You're a very unusual individual, displaying a lot of behaviors he hasn't seen before. You take care of everything with a sense of care that makes him come to the conclusion that you're probably treating the machines and robots like living beings. Such as the oldschool robot-dog that he's seen under your living room table. It's currently charging, but he's seen you interact with it- genuinely displaying happiness and excitement at the very basic AI of the pet-robot that's missing a leg.

Its broken, just like him. But you're taking care of it, just like you take care of him.

You're very caring with him, too. He's seen you search for skin patches that match his color almost perfectly, even though they were more expensive than the usual models found in stores. You apologize for 'hurting' him, even though it's sometimes nescessary to repair him. You ask him about opinions, and let him roam around freely around the house.

You're a very friendly person.

And he, unknown to you, starts to create new files inside his system.

You're not there when he wakes up the next day.

He scans the house for any movement, but there is none that would lead him to the conclusion that you're there. There's no sign of you, and he becomes frantic, suddenly.

If his system would've worked properly like it should have, he would've remembered that you had told him yesterday that you would make a small trip to the local grocery store around the corner. But his system isn't working properly, already displaying several scenarios of you getting hurt, or vanishing, or leaving him alone.

He’d seen it before, so many times, hell; he’d been the reason of so many deaths in the first place and it never bothered him. So why was his internal system going absolute haywire at the mere idea of something happening to you? It was to be expected really- with how fragile you are, mentally and physically, it was bound to happen at some point. So why, if he knew it deep down already, did it make his pulse race and his skin feel weird?

You’d told him to stay home, but there was no way he’d be able to let you out of his sight. Because no, there were no emotions involved; they’d been restricted for him at the beginning after all, he was simply looking out for you. Probably a bug, maybe his system thought you were someone to be protected, a new mission to keep him occupied, that was probably it. It wasn’t because you had been so sweet with him, it wasn’t because of how gently you were in correcting him whenever he did something bad, it wasn’t because you were an absolute divine being in his eyes.

“Kook?” You said, an almost painful huff of breath escaping you when he crashed into you, holding you, his arms squeezing you a bit and his face burying itself into the crook of your neck, every sense drinking you in, saving the proof that you were okay, you were real, you were completely fine. “I-“ you started, and his eyes ripped open, suddenly realizing that he may be hurting you. As if burned he reacted, hands hovering over your shoulders as he looked you over.

“I apologize, I’m so sorry, does it hurt bad-“ he spoke hurriedly, eyes already glazing over with tears he didn’t even knew he could shed. Why did he suddenly feel so upset? His entire system was overloading, tears finally flowing and disrupting his sight so badly that he didn’t see your face anymore; sending him into panic even more. “I’m sorry- I’m-“ he pressed out, but there was nothing working anymore it seemed.

Only a few minutes later did he slowly come back to his senses, first thing he noticed being the way you held his body close, softly speaking to him while you were petting his head. It was such a weird sensation, yet it somehow soothed his mind back, as he realized that you were both on the ground. He was way too heavy, why were you doing that? But when he tried to get up, you held him tightly. “Take a Moment, Jungkook. You’re okay, I’m okay, just a breathe, yeah?” You said, and he nodded. “Let’s go back inside then yeah?” You softly said, and he nodded.

“But you need to buy groceries. We don’t have sufficient stock of-“ he started, but you giggled, the sound something he knew he liked. He didn’t quite know what to think of his newly found preferences for things, but he simply let it happen for now.

Because liking you could never be a mistake, he decided.

He calls out for you one day, his hands holding something you can't see yet. His eyes are wide open, his optics moving around frantically as he calls again. "Creator, please!" He calls, as you finally spot him, walking over as he looks at you with a worried expression. "Please- I don't know what to do. She flew against our window and probably has a concussion- you can help her, right?" He says, and you don't get curious as to why he immediately knows the birds gender and diagnosis; he can scan the tiny body, after all.

"Ah, come into the kitchen." You say, and he follows quickly, still delicately holding the tiny body in his palm, careful not to drop it. "Lets put her in a box and a nice quiet place, yeah? She'll recover on her own probably." You reassure him as he watches you place her in an old box without a lid. "Put her where you found her, okay? That way she'll know her way back easier." You tell him, and he nods, determined, as he walks back towards where he had found the bird.

Jungkook, in a way, was slowly changing nowadays.

He was a curious being, always eager to learn about the most mundane things. True to his purpose he picked up on things very easily; learning how to draw and paint very quickly. He had recently gotten interested in a video game you used to play before your work took over your time- and you loved seeing him have genuine fun with it.

He wasn't doing things anymore because they were asked of him. Or because they were an order.

He was developing hobbies, you'd noticed.

Of course you kept Jin updated about all of these things, and he had been happy to learn that his reboot was going well- joking around that he was glad he hadn't killed you in your sleep yet. And while, at first, you were quite wary of him walking around the apartment, nowadays, you couldn't imagine Jungkook even hurting a fly.

Just like with that tiny bird.

He was a gentle soul, simply a bit clumsy sometimes- apologizing over and over after breaking your alarm clock once, the alarm setting off another one of his 'episodes'- moments of flashbacks he got from his past purpose in war. You had reassured him and had let him watch as you fixed it again, praising him along when he gave you the right tools.

Praise. That was something he seeked as well.

And it wasn't just that he wanted aknowledgement of his own achievements. It was more your attention that he wanted. He wanted to be around you whenever possible, even sometimes dancing around the topic of maybe sharing a bed one day- but he had also been wary of hurting you in your sleep, by rolling over or something alike.

Always so thoughtful.

But he would be able to hold you that day; when you had complained about being tired, he had suggested a nap to you. Instantly taking on that chance, you laid down, rolling over as he was still on the couch with you, already having laid down prior. He was unsure at first where to put his hands, until he decided to just go for the common human way of affection; holding you close.

And he made a note inside his system, that he truly deeply enjoyed the feeling.

He finds you on the couch, crying, after an argument on the phone. That in itself isn't the issue he's having, however- it's the sudden wave of protectiveness rolling over him, drowning his senses as he walks over to you, his orange glowing eyes now scanning your form. "What did he do?" He asks, knowing that it was a former partner of yours, constantly calling you asking for money. It's a bad habit of yours that you can't seem to say no; and now that you did for once, he had bitten your ear off with bad remarks and names you'd rather not repeat. "I'll hurt him, just say the word. He needs to feel the same pain you do-" He's shaking a little, you can see it now; his hands unsure where to place themselves, his eyes watching over you, his breathing a little faster. He starts again, and you put a hand on his shoulder to stop his words.

“Jungkook no, he didn’t hurt me in like, a physical way.” You tried to explain, tears now forgotten as you try to calm the Android on your couch down- still absolutely terrified by your state. “I’m gonna be fine.” You say, but he doesn’t seem convinced. Or is it something else?

“But why am I hurting?” He asks suddenly, and your eyes widen. Well, why was he? Technically he was capable of understanding emotions, that wasn’t shocking. What was confusing to you however was just how he was able to share your pain. And it was obvious he did; the way his eyes glistened and his body shivered, overwhelmed by whatever was happening. “Why does it hurt to see you hurt?” He almost whispers, lost with the situation.

Jungkook was indeed a very weird android- you’ve noticed that long ago already. He was emotional, sometimes moody, and slowly began to develop an actual personality the more he was living with you.

Something his model shouldn’t be capable of.

And maybe that should scare you- maybe that should worry you, maybe you should call up support for answers, but you don’t. You do what’s best for yourself and what you think is best for him in that moment; you lean forward, and wrap your arms around him. And it doesn’t feel at all like an android you’re hugging in that moment, because an android wouldn’t cry with you. An android wouldn’t hold you like this, wouldn’t tremble in your hold like this. It makes it easy to forget that Jungkook isn’t human.

And that in itself is absolutely dangerous.

Somehow, his system had bypassed the blockade to his emotional capacities.

He had noticed it ever since you had been out to restock groceries by yourself, but he had been a little unsure back then. He now knows, for sure, that something had happened.

It was confusing, to say the least.

So many things were somehow suddenly starting to fall into place for him; his favoritism to being close to you, or his system failing whenever you weren't nearby. It also makes sense that he's standing right in front of your bedroom door that night, knocking as you open it. He feels a weird sense of protectiveness seeing you tired and vulnerable like that, and he sits down on the side of the bed where you join him. "Is everything okay?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

Nothing is okay, everything is confusing, and he's unsure what to quite think of all of this. "I feel.. confused. Scared. There's.. fear, in me, boiling up and interrupting my thoughts." He explains, and you nod.

"Feeling is scary, huh?" You ask, as he looks at you.

"How do you do it?" He asks, and you lean your head a bit to the side in question. "There's.. so much of it. How do you.. separate it, keep it in order? Its all over the place, and it's.. so distracting. Its so overwhelming- I can't seem to calm down." He mumbles, serious face turning frustrated as his fingers play with the fabric of his pants.

"We don't." You say. He looks at you for a moment, before you continue. "We just.. let it run through us, I guess. If you don't, it'll make you sick after a while. " You say, and he looks at you.

"But.." He starts. "I fear I might start to display reactions a male android model isn't supposed to openly display." He almost whispers.

"You don't have to openly do it." You reassure him, placing a hand on his shoulder, before moving a bit, body facing him as you open your arms. "It's just me; and I won't judge. You can be whoever you want with me, Jungkook." You say, and he lays down next to you in your arms, momentarily enjoying the quietness and closeness of the affectionate gesture.

"There are no bad feelings, Jungkook." You tell him, and he listens, as he lets them run through him, just like you told him. The sadness, the comfort of your body against his, the.. adoration he feels towards you. Everything, even though it hurts him, physically, something he only ever thought was a artistic way of describing emotions. "There are only wrong actions." You say. "If you feel the need to cry, cry. If you're angry, scream, shout, or find something to channel that into. But if you bottle it up-" You say, "they will lead to mistakes. They will bring pain, and they will bring remorse."

His voice is strained as he talks. "But how do I know when to act on them, and when not to?" He says, and you chuckle.

"You'll learn, Jungkook." You reassure him. "You'll learn."

And he nods against your shoulder, before you can feel him shake a little less, quiet sobs racking through his body until his exhausted body falls asleep to charge.

"Remarkable." Jin comments, as he watches the lines and lines of codes. "He has started to self-code his own system. He's quite literally learning." He says. "All by himself. This is amazing." He says, before he disconnects Jungkook.

"He's still a bit jumpy sometimes, and the microwave is still his worst enemy-" You say, as Jungkook reboots again, eyes slowly focusing as they start to glow again. "But he really is amazing." You say, and Jungkook beams at that, proudly smiling.

It's rare for an android to display such emotions, and he's still often very much void of any clear visual feedback in terms of facial expressions- but he's learning, and he's evolving, growing, in a way. Seokjin closes the panel on the back of Jungkooks neck, as the android stands up to walk closer to you. "Jungkook." Jin says, and the android turns towards the young man. "Do you look after her well?" He asks, and Jungkook nods. "Make sure she stays hydrated during the day, yeah? I highly doubt she's told you she struggles with that." He says, and you whine, as Jungkooks head whips around, eyes scanning your body as he furrows his brows.

"Creator, you need to drink at least 2.5 Liters of water per day. It's vital for your health, which is already very delicate." He says, and you glare at Jin for telling him anything about that.

"I'm fine- and also, please don't call me creator. I'm not anything like that." You say, picking up the walking puppy-robot as Jungkook nods.

"What should I call you then?" He asks, and Jin perks up.

"Call her baby!"

"Jin NO-!"

"No matter what she tells you-" Jin says, holding Jungkooks shoulders as he looks at him seriously. "She likes it." He says, and Jungkook, serious as ever, nods, noting it down, as you groan.

"I hate you both!" You say, and Jungkooks eyes widen.

"You.." He says, voice almost not heard over the laugh of Jin. "Hate me?" He asks, and you immediately regret your words. Jungkook still hasn't figured out sarcasm yet- the entire concept still a little too complicated for his system to grasp, so you walk closer to him, holding his cheeks in your hands.

"No no no, I don't, I could never-" You promise him, as he nods with already glossy eyes. "I just said it as a joke, okay?" You say, and he nods again, biting his lip a little before Jin clears his throat.

"I'll head off now." He says, already putting on his coat. "Thank you for letting me see him- it's really amazing to see him grow like that." He says, and you nod, giving him a short hug before he leaves.

And for some reason, Jungkook feels jealous, watching you so close to him.

Jungkook is in love with you.

He's come to that conclusion all by himself, and he's proud of it, but he's also very unsure about it. He has done a lot of research, scanned every source he could find and validate; and he has found a new interest in activities humans do in relationships to show their partner love and affection. He's not stupid, he knows what intimacy is, and is also aware that he's capable of doing these things with you; but he's also a little unsure, if you'd want that.

After all, there's nothing he could give you.

So one night, he stands in front of your door again, knocking, as you open it.

"Do you think.." He starts. "I'm capable of love?" He asks, and you look at him. "Because I think.. no, I am very sure I love you." He admits, and you get up, but there's no stopping him. "I don't know what it's like for you, but I have observed my newfound emotions, and there's a pattern I've detected; whenever I'm with you, around you, whenever you give me attention, or when you touch me, theres always the same emotions involved; there's this need to take care of you, to keep you safe, to be close." He rambles, and you listen to him as he talks, walking closer to you as his hands find your shoulders. "There's this.. urge, to partake in human intimacy with you. I want to.. show affection the common way, like kissing you, or holding you, things like that." Your cheeks grow a little red. "But I don't know if you are experiencing the same things. My research shows that.. that we could only do these things, if it's the same for you." He says, and then, almost as if hes whispering. "Is it?" He asks, and you struggle to answer. "Do you.. feel the same.?" He asks again, waiting for you to say anything at all.

You stay silent.

Its a sunday when a letter arrives at your home.

When you open it, there's several papers inside; Jungkooks personality tests, official papers that make it possible for him to leave on his own. When he reads them, he's serious, as he watches you smile at him.

"Jungkook, this is great, isn't it?" You say, trying hard to not let it show that you dread letting go of him. "You can finally get an apartment- maybe make something out of your talents, and earn a living. You're free to go now." You say, biting the inside of your cheek as he looks at you with wide eyes.

"But.." He starts, softly. "I'm yours." He states, and you shake your head, swallowing hard.

"Jungkook no.. you're you. No one owns you anymore." You say, and he suddenly shakes his head, throwing the papers in the kitchen sink as he walks towards you, his hands on your shoulders.

He looks at you, serious, as his optics focus on you. "You were the one who told me that every machine should be treated with respect." He states, as you look away from him, his hands shaking you a little as he tries to get your attention back on him. "You said even we androids have souls." He says.

"I did, but-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"And if we do, if we really do-" He speaks, his hands now holding your head, his face drenched in desperation. "Than it belongs to you." He states, and your eyes widen. "It's yours." He repeats. "If having it for myself means I have to leave you, I don't want it."

"I don't.. want to take advantage of you, Jungkook." You say. "You're.. everything is still new to you, I don't want you to regret this-" You start, and he leans down.

"I won't. I've run every possible scan I could, calculated every possible outcome, you know I can't lie to you. I could never regret this.." He says, as he leans down a little. "Can I..?" He asks, and you smile, jumping over your own shadow in a way, as you give him a nod. "I.. can you.. say it?" He asks. "Just once?"

You take his hands in yours, as you lean closer. "I love you, Jungkook." You say, and he gasps, his systems going absolute haywire in the best ways possible. He's again filled with emotions, but this time, they don't hurt; they make him feel light, as if he weighs nothing, they make him close his eyes because suddenly even the slightest light is too bright for his optics.

"Again." He asks, and you comply.

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

He sighs, as his lips finally meet yours.

There's no magical fireworks or anything like that- but Jungkook decides that he doesn't need these things. The feeling itself, the emotions flooding his body are enough to outshine any beauty of reality itself. There's nothing he could ever compare to this, he decides.

He's unsure if Androids have instincts, but in that moment, for the first time, he doesn't care. This seems to be one of those situations to let his emotions run through him, lead him, show him what to do, he decides. His hands roam over your skin, ears catching every sound you make as he moves on autopilot it seems. He's letting go, he's finally doing something he really wants.

And it's all thanks to you- you've given him the chance to be himself.

You've given him the gift of feeling loved, as he finally comes as close to you as lovers ever could; entering you carefully, senses on high alert as he feels your walls around his length. He had been unsure of why pleasure seemed to be described as fun and intimate, but now he can relate to these claims fully. He's so full of love, so overwhelmed, that he simply rests his forehead on your naked shoulder, eyes closed as he simply lets himself feel. He doesn't care about his whines and groans, only focusing on you and your body, on the feedback every muscle sends to his systems, enjoying the way you make him feel.

Its truly magical, he notices.

He doesn't even notice his nor your orgasm at all, but it doesn't matter.

Because at the end of the night, he finally holds you close. Not like before, but this time, as lovers.

"I've given her exactly 0.26 milliliters of a 1 to 1 water and fruit sugar mixture every day at appropriate times." Jungkook seriously tells the vet, as he looks at the bird on the metal table.

"I see. Good job." He praises, before looking at you. "A warzone-type?" He asks, and you nod. "Barely noticable. I have one too, that's how I knew." He comments, before he turns to Jungkook again. "I'd say the bird simply likes your company, Jungkook. She just want's to stay with you That's why she comes back." He explains.

"Like me and Baby?" He asks, and you giggle at the nickname Jungkook keeps using.

"Yes, like you and her." Namjoon says, utterly entertained by you and Jungkook. "So I'd say let her be around. She's perfectly healthy, otherwise." He says, and Jungkook turns around, box in hand, as he smiles.

It's quiet that evening, sun slowly setting and drenching the walls of your shared apartment in a golden glow. Jungkook watches your sleeping form, leaned against him on the couch, as he simply remembers all of the things he's experienced because of you.

He truly is a machine capable of love.

Because you taught him how.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #bts smut #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #Android Jungkook #robot Jungkook #bts reactions

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cheapthrillsbeca · 3 years ago

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54 ☺️

54. “I wanna marry you.” “We’ve only been together for two months. And you’re drunk.”

made this one part of the railroad apartment fic verse alskdjflaskjd

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: clhoeee

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: I just saw this girl in a that same white dress you have

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: you know the one that’s like cute and short adn lacy

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: and i got sad bc you’re not here 😢

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: are you still at work?

Chloe [11:35 p.m.]: hi drunkie 😘

Chloe [11:35 p.m.]: It’s almost midnight, so no, I’m not still at work lol. I managed to get out of there around 8

Chloe [11:35 p.m.]: and I do know that dress. But I didn’t know you liked it so much. I’ll have to remember that 😉

Beca [11:35 p.m.]: I pretty much love all of your dresses 👀👀👀

Beca [11:35 p.m.]: and glad you didn’t have to work as late as you thought. but u shouldve met us out!!

Beca [11:35 p.m.]: you know everyone likes you more than me. they’re all whining about my “””wifey”””” not being here

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]: lmao

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]: I wish I was there! But by the time I cooked dinner, ate, and showered it was 9:30 and I was too sleepy

Beca [11:36 p.m.]: ok i forgive yuo

Beca [11:36 p.m.]: what’d you make for din?

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]: your fav -- baked mac and cheese

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]: there’s a bowl for you in the fridge, ready to microwave when you get in

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: 🎉🎉🎉😄🤤🤤😋😋😋😋

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: chlooooo

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: ugh i love you sm

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: like so so much

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: ilke

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: i wanna marry you

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: hahah 😊😂

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: I love you too becs

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: but it might be a little soon for a proposal

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: We’ve only been together for two months

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: and you’re drunk

Beca [11:40 p.m.]: pffffffft doesnt matter

Beca [11:40 p.m.]: im gonna marry u chleo beale

Beca [11:40 p.m.]: gonna marry you so hrd

Chloe [11:41 p.m.]: hahaha babyyy

Chloe [11:41 p.m.]: you’re too much

Chloe [11:41 p.m.]: only you would turn marriage into an act of aggression

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: 😡😡😡

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: laugh all you want

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: but one day you’ll see

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: youll. See.

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: oh i’m gonna share an Uber with Alicia see you sooooonnnn

Chloe [11:42 p.m.]: YAY!!!

Chloe [11:42 p.m.]: share your trip so I can have your mac & cheese ready when you get home!

***

Beca groans as she rolls over in bed. Her head is killing her and her mouth feels dry as sandpaper.

She winces as she props herself up on her elbows and surveys the room. The bed is empty, save for Bandit, who is curled up by her feet and snoring softly. There’s a glass of ice water and two Advils sitting on her bedside table, and she sits up properly to take the pills before draining the glass.

Last night was… What was last night?

She closes her eyes as she leans back against the headboard, trying to piece the evening together. Happy hour with her coworkers… those stupid flaming shots that Caleb always makes them take… Ubering home with Alicia… eating her weight in macaroni…

There’s something else she should remember, and she can feel it, nagging and elusive on the tip of her tongue. But before it comes to her she hears the keys in the front door. Bandit practically trips over himself as he leaps off the bed and sprints out of the room to greet his favorite parent.

Beca gets it, though. If her head wasn’t throbbing so much she’d be running out to see Chloe, too.

Luckily Chloe comes straight back to their room, and it’s the most welcome sight Beca has ever seen.

Because she’s carrying two large iced cold brews from Beca’s favorite coffee shop.

“Dude, oh my god,” Beca says as Chloe hands her one of the coffees. “You are a literal angel.”

Part of Beca wants to go on and on about how much she appreciates her, but she has to attend to her more pressing need of getting caffeine into her body. She takes several sips of iced coffee as Chloe climbs back into bed, cuddling up next to Beca. It takes Bandit a couple of running starts, but eventually he makes it back on the bed, too.

“How are you feeling?”

Chloe gently cards her fingers through Beca’s hair before tucking a few strands behind her ear. Her hand comes to a rest on Beca’s shoulder, and she rubs her thumb soothingly along her neck and collarbone. Beca holds her coffee in her lap and closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation.

“Mmm,” she hums. “Much better now.”

“Do you remember last night?” Chloe asks, and Beca hears the smile in her voice.

“I was just trying to work that out.” Beca's head lolls against the headboard as Chloe’s hand skates along her shoulder, massaging just the right spots. “I remember drinking too much and missing you and the Uber ride and eating way too much mac and cheese. Although, that midnight snack probably saved me from an even worse hangover.”

Beca smiles to herself as she remembers stumbling through the front door last night to find Chloe sitting at the kitchen table in her pajamas, waiting for her with a piping hot bowl of macaroni.

To others -- to Chloe, even -- it might seem like a small gesture. But waiting up for her, cooking her favorite meal, leaving water and painkillers out for her, bringing her iced coffee in bed -- all of those little acts make Beca feel so valued, cared for, and loved.

That’s when she remembers the other thing that happened last night.

“What are you smiling about?” Chloe asks, scratching lightly at the nape of Beca’s neck.

Beca opens her eyes and turns toward her, heart fluttering in her chest.

“I meant it, you know,” she says quietly. “What I said last night. Or, what I texted, I guess.”

Chloe looks at her, brow furrowing for a few seconds before her features smooth in understanding. She runs her hand down Beca’s arm and closes her fingers loosely around her wrist.

“Becs…” she whispers, smiling softly.

“I mean, not right now,” Beca clarifies. “You were right -- we’ve only technically been together for two months. People would think we’re crazy. Especially your dad. God, I don’t even want to think about the look on his face…”

Chloe giggles and presses her lips to Beca’s shoulder.

“Besides,” Beca continues. “I want to wait until I make more money. So you can get your dream wedding.”

Chloe exhales sharply, and Beca understands. They’ve been on the subject for a minute or so, but this is the first time she’s uttered a marriage-specific word, and something about saying it outloud makes everything feel more real.

“Beca,” Chloe whispers, kissing her shoulder again through the fabric of her t-shirt. She releases Beca’s wrist and laces their fingers together.

Beca places her iced coffee on her bedside table. She wipes her free hand on the sheets before cradling Chloe’s cheek. Beca knows her fingers are cold, but Chloe leans into her touch, looking at her with glossy eyes.

“I’m just-- I’m putting you on notice, Beale.” Beca smiles at her, swallowing around the lump in her throat. “It might not be for a little while, but it’s coming. Just you wait.”

Chloe glances up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly, and Beca’s wondering if she said too much too soon when Chloe kisses her. Beca feels her bottom lip trembling against her mouth, and when she pulls away both of their faces are wet with Chloe’s tears. (Okay, some of Beca’s tears, too.)

“Oh, I’ll wait,” Chloe says, sniffling. “I’ll wait so hard.”

#bechloe #justis14 #railroad apartment fic #prompt #i wrote this #ficlet #(but not really it's 1400 words????)#it's part texting/part not #i said 'theyre so cute????!!!!' to myself at least 3 times while writing this #hope you guys think so too #and thanks for this prompt!! loved writing this #and love love loved revisiting this verse again :')#babies <33333

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pascalpanic · 3 years ago

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Cooking in the Crest (Din Djarin x gn!Reader)

Summary: You become sick of the endless prepackaged food you eat while living on the Razor Crest. From a holovid, you and Din try to learn how to cook.

W/C: 3.2k

Warnings: FOOD is a big warning here; this is all about food, cooking, and eating; some language, and mentions of violence and blood because Din is a hunter.

A/N: this was a request by lovely @binarydanvvers !! I hope you guys like it too :))

The Razor Crest was not exactly built to be a home. The beat up old ship, a pre-Imperial piece of garbage, was mainly meant to be a freighter, to carry loads and supplies around. It had a bunk, yes, but that was mainly for the pilot to sleep. Some ships were elaborately built and crafted to house people, even families; this was not one of them.

You could tell that from the moment you walked aboard. This was not built to be a home, but the Mandalorian and his little green child had made it one. It was endearing, really. It was still cold and harsh, not exactly welcoming, but there were little touches. A sling for the baby to sleep in above the man’s bunk. A few scattered toys for the kid. Extra clothing tucked away, and what seemed to be a makeshift kitchen.

It can hardly be called a kitchen. It’s more of a food storage area. The Mandalorian man has stored packets of food, dried or wrapped, water, and other assorted food necessities in a small corner of the ship. There’s also a device for heating meals, like the just-add-water foods he carries so many of.

The baby doesn’t complain. Well, he really can’t, considering that he cannot speak yet, but he never pushes away the food. Of course, his favorites are frogs and occasional organic things he picks up on the surface of the latest planet, but he’s never refused a nutrient bar or an instant bread loaf. The kid is always hungry; he’ll take anything.

You’ve been traveling with Din for a while now. He entrusted you with his name not long after he entrusted you with the care of his foundling. He’s a kind man, surprising beneath the layer of impenetrable beskar, with a warm laugh even through the modulator.

In this time, you’ve become exhausted over the endless routine of microwavable carbohydrate packs with dried proteins. A nutrient bar is a nice switch, but it’s endless days and nights of bland food. “Do you even eat? Does your species photosynthesize or something?” You’d asked Din once, teasingly knocking on his beskar.

“I’m human,” he assured you, voice dry. He presents himself as tired of your endless teasing, but you both know he could never be. You’re the energy, the entertainment to him and his little green child.

“I doubt that,” you teased, nudging his hip with your own as you walked past, the baby on your other side, giggling at your words.

The kid is smart. He can’t yet speak, but he can recognize meaning in words and the emotions you convey with your tones. You’ve been steadily working on teaching him the right morphemes to form words, but he’s just not quite there yet. He made a little babbling noise at his father, then turned and looked up at you, grinning with tiny white teeth.

Din must eat, you’ve come to notice. He never takes the helmet off; you’ve never heard his voice without the modulator, you’ve never seen him eat. But the stock of food dwindles at a quicker pace than it would for one and a half people, so he must consume some of it. You’ve noticed that the dried proteins or instant spicy grains go quicker- those must be his favorite. You’ve made mental notes several times to pick up extra when shopping.

As the three of you take off from the last planet, a lively and populous city center, your stomach is happy with its contents: you and the baby had gone on a culinary tour, trying different local delicacies. You glance at the kitchenette in the corner and wince at the protein bars. Surely you’ll be reduced to eating the dry and chalky sustenance the next time you’re hungry.

The baby sits in your lap, bouncing excitedly as the ship lifts off. He coos and waves his hands excitedly as Din turns and navigates, though it’s nothing too bumpy for the little thing to handle. There’s a jolt when you leave the atmosphere, and the baby squeals as the stars rush past when Din maneuvers the Crest into hyperspace.

Once the course is set, Din turns to you. You wonder what he’s thinking; it’s a shame you can’t see his face. “We should be at our next location in about a day.”

Your curiosity gets the better of you, heightened over the prospect of eating more dried, flavorless food. “Do you know how to cook?”

“Do I know how to what?” Din asks, cocking his head.

“Cook. You know, make food in a way other than using the microwave.”

Din stares at you for a minute. “No, I really don’t. I’ve never had reason to.”

“You don’t consider eating this bland shit eternally a reason?” You ask, folding your arms. The little green baby on your lap mirrors your actions, looking at his father. “I don’t either, but I think we both need to learn. I’m sick of this endless dried food and nutrient bars and instant grains.”

His shoulders rise and fall as he takes a deep breath. “Fine. How?”

“How what?” You ask, taunting him back from his earlier sarcastic question.

“How are we going to learn how to cook?”

You shrug. “We could take a cooking class on some populous planet. They have them for couples.”

Din looks at you, sharply even though you can’t see his face. “Okay, well, two people,” you chuckle, though you can’t help but notice the rigidity of his body. You’re skilled at reading his body language by now; something changed in him when you said couple. “Why the hell not?”

“Because, cyar’ika, I am a Mandalorian. I’m not exactly going to fit in with the happy honeymooners at a cooking class, searing bantha for my beloved.”

You frown at him. “You’re such a pain in the ass, Din. Work with me here.”

Din is frowning beneath the helmet. You can just tell. “I don’t exactly take orders from you.”

“It’s not an order,” you roll your eyes. “It’s a request. Please.”

Din sighs. He’s quiet for a minute. Then: “Fine.”

“Yay!” You grin and brace his beskar helmet in one hand, pressing a kiss to the visor. “It’ll be fun, come on.”

“I don’t know how fun that can be,” he grumbles.

The holonet turns out to be a surprisingly vast resource for cooking and recipes. You’d never expected this much to be uploaded to it. There are traditional dishes from Tatooine, Naboo, anywhere really. The first struggle is deciding what to cook.

You stop at another populous planet next. Thank the Maker, you mumble as you put the baby in the wrap carrier that straps him to your chest. “We’re gonna make something good, huh kiddo?” You ask and smooch the baby’s little green head. He just coos in return.

Wandering through the planet, you find various little specialty shops, and you mark off the list you’ve created. Spices from the shop specializing in them, fresh vegetables at a stall, meat from a grocer. When the foods are all collected, you return to the ship, where Din has purchased a portable heat source to be used for cooking.

The business Din has on the planet goes quickly and he’s back before you know it. You’ve barely had time to clean the vegetables under the small refresher sink before you hear the clink of beskar and the baby’s excited laughter at his return.

You carry the bowl of vegetables and grin as you spot Din on a crate in the corner, wiping down his armor of blood. “Welcome home, bounty hunter,” you tease as you arrange some crates to form a table and chairs and set the holoprojector in the center. “How’d we do today?”

“Wonderful,” he grumbles as he wipes a smear of mud off his chest plate. He finishes then looks at your arms, holding the ingredients. You set them down and the hot plate as well. “We’re cooking now?”

“I’m hungry,” you shrug.

Din nods. “I suppose. Do you want me to get piloting us out of here and then we can start?”

You shrug again. “We paid for a full day and night. Might as well use it.”

He nods and begins removing his beskar, leaving him in just his flight suit and helmet. You cock an eyebrow at him and tilt your head in confusion. “Don’t wanna get any food on the beskar.”

This makes you genuinely laugh, throwing your head back. “Oh, blood and dirt and mud are okay but no food? You have some odd standards, Din.”

No one has called him by his name since he was a child. You’ve never even said it aloud save for once or twice. The sound of your voice saying it is like the sweetest music; he could listen to it eternally. He’s a little nervous inside, tingly and fluttery from the feeling. Thank the Maker his helmet doesn’t let it show.

“Go wash your hands and let’s get going,” you order him, stacking two extra crates and setting the child on top so he’s the same height as the two of you. He’s delighted by the view, looking around.

You put the vessel on the hot plate then turn it on, unsure of how quickly it heats. Din returns not long later, sitting on his crate across from you. “First step?”

To answer his question, you turn on the holovid. A cheerful Zabrak narrates for you and shows you the steps, starting with the first: to chop the ingredients. Din reaches for his leg and you shoot him a glare, pausing the video. “You were not about to use that knife to prepare our dinner.”

Din just looks at you. “Why not?”

“God, you’re impossible,” you laugh, though it’s lighthearted teasing. “No, use this, a clean one.” You hand it over along with a few vegetables. Din starts cutting with neat precision, the yellow tuber vegetable falling in perfectly round slices to the surface you’d laid down before.

The baby whines in protest; he wants in. Looking around, you scramble for something before giving him the softest vegetable and a plastic utensil. “How’s that?” You ask him.

He’s delighted, slicing his vegetable and mirroring his parents and the video. When the step is finished, you press play again and it informs you to add some of the oil and cook the vegetables first.

Din pours them in, causing a sizzle from the hot cooking vessel. “Ooh, it must be ready,” you grin and drizzle some oil over the top.

“I don’t think that’s the order we were supposed to do it,” he points out, rewinding the video.

“Oh well,” you shrug and stir the vegetables. The aromatic plants waft from the steam, making you sigh in happiness at how wonderful the recipe smells, even now. “Can you smell under there?”

Din shakes his head.

You frown. “I’ll close my eyes. Lift your helmet and take a smell, it’s delicious.” You squeeze them shut as if to prove you’ll do it.

He would never trust anyone else like this. He’s surprised he even trusts you enough, but he unlatches his helmet and lifts it just enough to catch a whiff of the delicious smell. He sighs happily too and puts the helmet back on. “You can look again.”

You open your eyes and smile at him. “Well, we’re not doing terribly! What’s next?”

The video plays a little longer, telling you the next steps: add the spices to the cooking vegetables, stirring them in, then the broth you’ve purchased.

Picking up the bag, you rummage through for the intended spices. “You wanna do this part?” You ask Din.

“I’ll probably mess up.”

“Give it a shot,” you say with a warm smile and hand him several small pouches of spices and a measuring stick.

His fingers are thick and worn without the gloves, and the sight of them pinching the bright orange powder and sprinkling some in the pot is truly humanizing, indicative that this man is Din, not The Mandalorian like you knew him as before. He does that with the required spices, choosing to go by heart rather than the measured values.

You go next, adding the broth to the pot and closing your eyes to listen to the beautiful hiss of the liquid against the hot metal. “Do you think you could cook on beskar?” You tease Din. The man just shakes his head.

The recipe then indicates for you to cut up the meat and add it before covering and letting it boil. Din uses the sharp knife you’ve provided to once again, neatly slice the meat and add it to the pan. “You’re quite precise with that thing,” you inform him with an impressed nod.

He snorts. “I know the ten quickest ways to kill someone with it.”

“Still, precise to do that,” you laugh. You cover the pot and sigh, setting a timer on the holopad to the amount of time needed before the meal will be ready; thanks to the specialized tech in the hot plate, it won’t take long at all.

The baby shows you his knife work with the mushed vegetable. It’s considerably less impressive than Din’s, but you ooh and ahh over it all the same, making the baby beam with pride. “Your knife work rivals your father’s, little man,” you tease the baby and poke his side.

“Yeah right,” he snorts again and leans back against the metal wall of the Razor Crest’s hull.

While the food carries on its quick cooking, you prepare three bowls and spoons to eat with, setting each in front of where the three of you sit. The bowl is much smaller for the child, but he seems just as pleased.

The timer dings and you clap your hands together in excitement. “Let’s see!”

Lifting the lid, the smell that wafts out makes your stomach growl. “Oh, this is going to be good,” you sigh, setting the lid aside on the heatproof surface and scooping some into each bowl. “Careful, it’s hot,” you warn your boys as you a hand them their respectful bowls.

“It sounds wonderful but… you know I can’t eat it,” Din reminds you.

That makes you frown. “Of course you can. We made it together.”

“No,” he sighs. “I can’t eat it because I’d have to remove my helmet.”

The idea crosses your mind as quickly as his words. “Well then.” You stand and push your crate aside, then pull him up and do the same. With your bowl of stew in hand, you plop down on the floor and turn your back to him. “Now you sit with your back to me.”

“Cyare, I-“

“Just humor me, Din. Please.”

He sighs and gets on the floor, groaning at the creak of his joints and popping of his back. Din presses his back to yours, sitting with his legs splayed carelessly to either side. “There. This what you wanted?”

“Yes,” you nod. “Now eat. I won’t look, and the kid is your foundling, he can see you.”

Din is hesitant at first. He sits there for a moment while the baby slurps his dinner, pondering what to do. Then he remembers how much he trusts yoh. How you’d do anything for him and he’d do anything for you.

He removes his helmet, setting it to the floor with a heavy clunk. “There we go,” you smile and reach behind you to pat his chest. “Eat up. I bet you’re hungry from that hunt.”

“Hungrier from making this,” he grumbles as he scoops a spoonful, ungracefully shoving it in his mouth and moaning in content. “Oh, that’s damn good.”

“Isn’t it?” You laugh, eating some yourself and smiling at the flavor. “Seasoned just right,” you affirm him, resting your head back against his own. You can feel that he has hair- well, now you know he isn’t bald.

“Cooked properly thanks to you,” he reminds you.

“Ha! I don’t know shit about cooking. Thank that holovid,” you chuckle, nestling your back against his. You can feel every little notch of his spine, the lumps in a perfect line cascading down his body, as his back presses against yours. He’s warm, and you can feel him breathe in and out slowly- he’s relaxed. Good.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as you eat your meals. The kid has long finished his tiny bowl and has passed out in his seat, which makes you laugh. He’s missing the sight of his helmetless father thanks to a post-meal nap.

No words need to be exchanged. There’s meaning in the silence, in the fact that you can hear his breathing and his real voice, the hard gulp of his throat as he swallows yet another bite. Maker, he’s so wonderfully human. You absolutely adore it.

When you’re done with your stew, you set your bowl to the side. Din does the same, and his back relaxes against yours. Neither of you are quite ready for him to put the helmet back on, so you breathe the unfiltered air with him, listen and feel him breathing, try to take in every detail of what his body feels like pressed to yours, even if it’s back to back.

“Din?” You ask softly after a few moments.

“Yes, cyare?”

“I promise my eyes are closed,” you tell him.

“What do you mean-“

Din is cut off when you close your eyes but turn, kissing his cheek. You can feel stubble beneath your lips, and above it smooth skin. God, he feels so damn warm. With your eyes still closed, you hug his neck. “Thank you for putting up with me.”

Din breathes slowly, forcing his heart rate not to accelerate into hyperspeed. “It’s not putting up with you,” he admits. “It’s enjoying you. I really do.”

The words make you flushed and flustered, honored that this strong and silent type has used such eloquent words to compliment you. “Thank you. For all of this, Din. Thank you for letting me know you.”

He’s grinning ear to ear, and he turns his face to kiss your cheek back. “You can know me all you want to, mesh’la.” Din puts his hands over your arms and takes one last moment in your arms. “Well, we need to put the child to bed, and I’m legally supposed to be wearing my helmet right now.”

You turn and sit with your back to him, smiling and nearly giddy from the moment. “Who’s gonna yell at you if you don’t? Mando police?”

Din groans and puts his helmet back on, ignoring you. When you both stand, you hug him for real this time, chests pressed together. “Thank you for a wonderful meal,” he mumbles through the modulator and presses his forehead to yours in a keldabe kiss. “Let’s do this more often.”

“I agree,” you nod and kiss his helmet one last time.

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 4 years ago

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Open Me Carefully

summary: spencer reid and reader are best friends, but don’t realize that they both love each other.

author’s note: crappy summary, but this one is loosely based on gold rush

warnings: none

Open Me Carefully

Maybe it’s the fact that I have a propensity to keep rereading historical romances, or maybe it’s the fact that I just listen to “Lover” way too much for a single person. Or maybe, I’m actually in love with him, my best friend and the only person in this world who I think truly knows me.

I mean, how could I not be completely in love with him. Spencer Reid is the closest thing to perfection. He is kind, brilliant, and unbelievably handsome. It almost hurts me how wonderful he is. But daydreaming about Spencer’s hair falling in his eyes, or his hands grazing across the map spread out on the table, or even his wide smile that slips out when he lets his guard down is not productive to solving crimes.

Unsubs, Y/N. Unsubs. Stop thinking about his hands. And start focusing.

“Y/N/L!” Calls Hotch from across the room. He’s assigned me to locate the birth mother of the potential unsub. He was given up for adoption as an infant, but bounced around from foster home to foster home, never finding a home, and now obsessed with finding his roots.

“Yes, sir, here’s the name from Garcia. Susan Lee gave up her baby for adoption in 1981, she was a just 16 years old, so that would make her-”

“44 years old” Spencer injected.

Hotch gave me a short nod of approval and I cocked my head towards Spencer’s direction, who tried to pull off an innocent look.

“It’s math, Y/N. I can’t help myself,” he explains.

“It’s fine, Spence. Math is like your religion,” I tell him, but what I’m really thinking is it’s you, Spence, and you can get away with anything with me.

“Math, in its purest form, is a beauty known nowhere else” he remarks.

“Who’s that Nietzsche?” I ask him as he beams down at me, twirling a blue permanent mark between his very distracting fingers.

“No, Spencer Reid.” he says as he turns back to the map on the table before us.

Just as I give myself the smallest bit of a second to enjoy the playful banter that falls between us, JJ and Emily come walking in, leading a gruff looking detective with them.

“We think we know where Jacob is hiding out,” JJ starts with a grim look on her face. Emily and the detective walk past her to where Hotch and Derek explain the profile to the SWAT team waiting by.

“His old orphanage, right?” Spencer asks looking up from the map.

“Yeah, and we think he’s going to hold some of the other children hostage,” JJ tells us.

“We need to get there, JJ. But isn't it his mother he wants, not the other children. You’d think that with the profile we came up with, it would make more sense for him to want to save the children, not hold them hostage?” I reason.

“You’re right, Y/N,” Spencer says, coming to a dark realization “he thinks that he’s saving them. He’s Angel of Death” he finishes grimly.

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Sitting quietly in the jet after the chaos of de-escalating a hostage situation is a calm like no other. We all have routines for the ride home. A quiet ritual that we take the time to be thankful that we’re all here, in one piece, having made the world slightly more safe.

JJ, ever diligent, will work on paper with Hotch. Rossi will usually keep Hotch from overworking with a small, light conversation.

Emily spreads out on the couch, and the rest of us pretend to not see JJ glance over at her as she looks at Emily with eyes that crave her attention.

Derek will listen to music and I’ll close my eyes and strain my ears to make out the muffled tunes that escape his ears. I sit across from Derek and will share snacks that we grabbed from a dingy convenience store on the way to the tarmac.

Spencer, who always sits next to me, will usually write his mother a letter. He writes her a letter on every plane ride after a case. I think back to the time that I asked him why he prefers letters to phone calls. He told me that he finds letters a forever way to say ‘I love you’. Taking your love and turning it into pen and paper makes it tangible, is what he told me. Until that day, I never really pegged Spencer to be a poet, but he continues to amaze me everyday.

I think that he can feel me staring at him, because he suddenly stops writing and his eyes look up to meet mine.

“She’s not doing so well, Y/N” Spencer says, his voice but a whisper above the hum of the jet and music spilling from Morgan’s headset.

“Your mom?” I ask, my voice matching his.

Spencer, for perhaps the first time I’ve known him, is quietly defeated.

“All I ever wanted to do was to save her, Y/N. Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing everything I should be. I thought that by the time I was 30 I would have cured schizophrenia. It’s just that sometimes I feel like maybe I settled”

“Well, you know we really don’t hear about child genius when they are adults. And you have the same job and me, and I’m not where near as smart as you. So you feel like you’re letting the world down or even worse— yourself”

“You might not have the IQ points on a piece of paper, but you are nothing short of brilliant” Spencer says looking at me directly in my eyes. I hold his gaze for maybe a second and look down towards my lap in disbelief.

“Spence,” I say. “You have to say that, otherwise I’d stop making you chocolate donuts.”

“I don’t need your donuts to convince me that you are an amazing agent. I mean,” He pauses and holds my stare again.

“You’re so kind it hurts me sometimes. And watching you those kids today, you’d be a great mom, Y/N. You make everyone feel so comfortable just being around you, and I’d give up all the chocolate donuts and IQ points and bottomless coffee if it meant you’d stay in my life,” Spencer says looking at me. I rest my hand over his and we sit there in the silence and comfort of the other.

Spencer Reid is a man of many hats. But I think his way with words just may be my favorite. I don’t dare to respond to him. I don’t trust myself not to kiss his pink lips as he looks at me like he loves me. I don’t trust myself to not tell him all the wonderful and sinful things I think about him. I don’t trust myself to not tell him how I was watching him play with those orphans back at the police station.

“What’s a best friend for, Spence?” I say to him.

“Besides, ’d want nothing more than to be a mom one day,” I tell him. We never really talked about our futures. Maybe it was the nature of our jobs. Having a lethal job means that the future is more of an arbitrary idea than a definite possibility.

“But,” I start. “I'm twenty-seven years old, I've no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my parents and I'm frightened” I quote with a smirk on my face that covers my trepidation at talking about love and children and the future with Spencer.

“I’d never think that you’d be one to settle for a Mr. Collins, Y/N” Spencer tells me, a similar look on his face mirrors my own. “If anything, you’re a Lizzie and you deserve a Mr. Darcy”

“You really think that Spence, because I’m not too sure.”

“You never know, Y/N your Mr. Darcy can be anyone. Statistically speaking, you may have already met him or have mutual friends or he may even work in the Bureau.

Sometimes I think that luck and fate are mocking me. Dangling Spencer in front of me; so real yet so far that I’m jumping to remain close to him. Touching his hand to mine feels like I’m teasing myself, just getting a taste of how his warm, strong hands fit into mine is enough to set my heart on fire.

I let go of his hand and my palm is cold and lonely without his touching. My heart cools but there’s a yearning for him that’s so strong it’s like a magnetic field pulling me in.

“I’m going to get a cup of coffee, would you like some?” He asks me as he scoots out of the seat.

“I’ll take a green tea, coffee this late makes me anxious” And sitting here holding your hand talking about children and my Mr Darcy makes me even more anxious.

“Coming right up,” he says with a sad smile on his face that I try to convince myself is because of his mother’s illness and not because I dropped his hand.

Spencer returns to his spot beside me, sipping his coffee and making small notes in his letter. There’s a chill between us that can’t be quelled by even the hottest cup of tea. Spencer doesn’t talk to me again and even though it’s just a couple more hours, I miss his voice.

I have a routine for when I come home after cases, but that routine has been thrown out the window when I watched Spencer walk out of the bullpen without as much as a wave goodbye. We usually go to my apartment and make dinner together. My trip home is a lot more lonely without Spencer by my side. I try to stop my thoughts from going to him, but it’s impossible when he’s all I can think about.

My apartment is dark and quiet when I walk in. It was left in shambles, with clothes and books strewn all over the couch, desk and floor. I can’t even bother myself to care about the dirty dishes stacked in the sink. I convince myself that those dishes are a tomorrow problem.

I take out a small container of leftover fried rice and vegetables and pop into the microwave. Making my way into my bedroom I change out of my work clothes, that I’ve been in for nearly 30 hours. I don’t really think about what I’m putting on, as long as it does not smell it works with me at this point.

My microwave dings, altering me that my mediocre meal is finished. But, before I can even reach the kitchen a small envelope slips through my door and falls on the floor. A sudden rush of fear courses through me. I flit my eyes to the corner safe where my gun rests. In my mind, I try to calculate the risk of punching the code or if I should just find out who is behind my door. I guess curiosity wins out, because I’m walking towards the door where the mysterious envelope sits.

I reach down and instantly recognize the handwriting as Spencer’s. I can feel my heart pumping blood through my bodying as I think that some sadistic unsub is trying to toy with me by hurting Spencer.

I was not prepared for what I read. My fingers grazed over the messy penmanship. I don’t even let my mind wander as I pour over the words on the page, still fearing for the worse

Dear Y/N,

Part of me can’t believe that I’m actually doing this. But something that you mentioned on the plane sparked something in me. You’re not a Charlotte, or a Lizzie or even a Jane, even though you are the kindest and most beautiful person I know.

You are a Y/N. And I am wishing for anything to be your Mr. Darcy. Thinking about you, Y/N gets me thinking about love. How much I love when you look at me across from the table, or how your soft hands will brush against mine. It reminds me that I’m alive. Your gaze makes me blush and those small brushes make me forget to breathe. In your eyes I can see my future— our future. In your smile I can taste happiness. When I am with you the world moves in slow motion and time seems to move too fast.

I hope that this does not ruin things, Y/N. I could not bear to lose you. I hope that you won’t hate me but even if you do, I’d rather you hate me and be in your life than not be in your life.

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still

Forever yours,

Spencer

I read the letter silently. Not sure if I can believe it, but I so desperately want to. I throw all sense to the wind when I fling the door open, my eyes hunting for Spencer. He sits on the steps leading up to the next level, fiddling with his shoe laces. I run over to where he sits, not caring that my neighbors might be looking or caring that I look like I’m about to mug him.

He makes me, cautious girl, a rebel.

“Hey, you,” I say approaching him. Spencer moves to stand up and I reach out to hold his hands in mine. Like a puzzle piece they hit perfectly. His hands are not too warm or clammy or too cold and boney. They’re perfect. He hesitates and rubs his thumb against the back of my palm, like he does on the plane.

“Hi, Y/N.” He starts nervously. “I guess you got the letter, and I just want to tell you-”

“What letter, Spence?” I say. I can’t help but to tease him. His face turns pale and green in the same breath.

“Uh-um, you didn’t just get something in your mail a couple minutes ago?” He asks me so nervously that I almost feel bad at teasing him. Almost, he’s kind of cute when he’s stumbling over his words and I like to be one that makes him this fluttery.

“I got your letter, Spencer,” I tell him. I think he half expects me to drop his hand and shatter his heart then and there. Maybe he came here and prepared himself for the worse. I think he’s done that his whole life, believing that he doesn’t deserve a chance at happiness. I’m kind of inclined to give him that happiness when it’s so intricately tied to mine.

“You did?”

“Yeah, who knew that you were quite the poet, Spencer.” I tell him as I brush his hair from his eyes. It’s gotten so long, but I like it. I’ve dreamt about threading my fingers threw it many times. It’s so soft and brown and frames his face.

“You deserve a poet, Y/N. And I could only dream of being that person for you.” He says. Against even his own wishes he leans in closer to my touch. His cheek is warm in my palm and I feel his long eyelashes flutter against the ball of my thumb.

“Luckily for you, Spence, I like scientists.” I say to him.

“You--”

“I love you back, Spencer.” I move to wipe the tears that flood down the bridge of his nose.

“It was a really beautiful letter that you wrote, Spencer. All the right things in there, Emily Dickinson and Mr. Darcy,” I tell him pressing my cheek into his chest.

“Well, I had to win you over, Y/N”

“Ha!, Spencer you’ve had me since I’ve met you”

He looks at me with a veil of disbelief.

“Spencer Reid, in his purest form, is a beauty known nowhere else”

“Is that what you think of me?” He asks me.

“Why don’t you come inside and let me show you what I think of you Spencer?” I say leading him inside to my apartment, that was no longer so dark and lonely.

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arctichotch · 4 years ago

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derek morgan x f!bau!reader - you got me, baby

feel free to send me any requests!

request: Hii! Soo what about one shot with Derek x female!reader and something like “see I found you, so don’t die on me now”? Basically pure angst, Derek and y/n are dating and ending is on you. Just an idea so if you’re not feeling like writing this thats okay! Thankss anyway☺️

wc: 1.1k

warnings: angst, reader injury, kind of talk of death/dying, hospitals,

A/N: some angst and fluff for sir derek morgan. don’t know if i’m too happy with this but dont think it’s horrendously bad either

-=+=-

how many days had it been?

you weren’t sure. there were no windows. no way to tell when the sun went down and when the moon took its place. it was driving you crazy. you just wanted to know the time, was that too much to ask?

you weren’t even positive what happened. one second you were walking home from work and the next you woke up with a searing pain in the back of your head.

your ears were ringing. vision blurry. you felt nauseous. and you felt like you could sleep for weeks. you ticked all the boxes for a concussion.

though now some of those symptoms had dissipated. you weren’t sure if that was a good thing, that you were starting to recover or if your body was slowly shutting down and not processing pain any longer.

either way, you just wanted to go home. to see your team. to see derek.

you didn’t know the man who had taken you, although he knew you, and made sure you knew that when he came to see you. you assumed he was related to one of your past cases. but you just couldn’t remember.

you didn’t think you were going to make it out of here. the team won’t find you in time, judging by how much harder it was getting to keep your eyes open.

you smiled, thinking of reid, knowing he would remember who this mysterious man was. why he wanted revenge.

reid. how you missed him. you hoped you would see him again. he was your best friend. always there for each other what with both of you being the youngest on the team. his intelligence amazed you. how could one person retain that much information?

you thought of jj, the kindest person you’ve ever met. always there as a shoulder to cry on or someone to laugh with. she was so good to everyone. you would miss her.

and hotch? hotch was possibly the strictest person you’ve ever come across. you could probably count how many times you’d seen him smile. but you knew that deep down, there was a soft side to him, one that was slowly being snuffed out every time he had to face the horrors of the job he worked, what the job had taken from him. you hoped he wouldn’t blame himself after you were gone.

emily. tough, stubborn, sweet emily. who buries her feelings beneath her tough composure and her quick humour. you got along so well with emily. she could make you laugh in any situation.

rossi. the man who quickly became that of a father figure to you. the man who always offers to have the team over for dinner after a tough case. who gives cooking lessons to each of you because he can’t bare the thought of you living off of microwavable meals any longer.

penelope. oh, penelope garcia. the brightest most amazing person on earth. despite what she sees on a daily basis, she never fails to share her undying positivity with every one else. she was sunshine in a person. she was the glue to your bau family.

and derek. derek morgan. the serious, determined man who would always have your back no matter what. a typical ladies man, who ordinarily would drive you insane, however the opposite happened. you fell for him. you fell hard for him. he was the light of your life, as cheesy as it sounds. and he loved you, you knew he did. he made sure you knew. you missed him.

your vision was getting blurrier, the black spots growing, when you heard sirens. sirens? were they real or were you having some kind of auditory hallucination? you didn’t know. you just knew they were getting closer.

you heard gunshots. then doors slamming open. but the pain was getting too much. you just wanted to close your eyes. but you held on. for the team. for derek.

you looked up when you heard the door open in the empty, cold room you were in. the light was so bright, you looked away in pain, willing the pounding in your head to go away.

you heard talking, something along the lines of “she’s in here.”

then you heard it. you heard him. derek.

he came over to you and as gentle as possible, untied your hands from behind your back. “baby, baby, i’ve got you. it’s okay. you’re okay. i’m here.”

you groaned in pain, “it hurts, so bad, derek.” your head falling down, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“i know, i know. but you have to keep your eyes open for me.” he said, gently lifting your head to look in your eyes. you saw the worry in his eyes. you must have been more injured than you thought.

“derek,” you whimpered out.

“see? i found you, so don’t die on me now?” his voice full of desperation, “hold on, for me.”

that was the last thing you heard before you gave into the pain and it all went black.

-=+=-

the first thing you noticed when you woke up was the horrible, fluorescent bright lights that all hospitals had in common. god, you really hated those lights.

the second thing you noticed was the weight you felt on your right side. you gathered the energy to look down and saw derek with his head resting on your bed. and despite it all, you felt a small smile spread across your face. he was here and you were alive.

you slowly moved your hand, trying not to wake him, but also wanting to talk to him. know that he was really here right in front of you.

however your attempt to not wake him was in vain when a doctor came into check on you, he awoke instantly. he looked up at you and a bright smile spread across his face.

“you’re awake,” he smiled as he turned to the doctor, “she’s awake, doc. she’s gonna be okay? right?”

the doctor smiled back at him before coming to check on you further, “it certainly is a good sign.”

after the doctor had left, derek sat beside you once again, taking your hand and kissing it. “i was so worried about you. i love you so much.”

“i love you too.” you said weakly. your eyes were closing once again and you fell asleep, knowing that you were safe wherever derek was by your side.

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love in bubble wraps.

fandom | haikyuu!!

pairing | kuroo tetsurou x reader

genre | fluff

w.c | 1.9k

author's note | based on a real life experience... :)

Love, you think, comes in many forms. Sometimes love is a warm, home-cooked meal that is now cooked at least once a week because you told your mother you liked it. Other times, love is laughing and crying alongside the friends you’ve known since pre-school because everyone passed their highschool finals with flying colours. Throughout our lives, we gradually come to meet the different forms of love, because it comes in all shapes, colours, and sizes.

First, we learn that love is a roof that you can always turn to when a storm blows in. Then, we learn that love is knowing that there are people who will drop everything to help you when your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. Lastly, we learn to interlock our fingers with the one we wish to walk to the end of time with.

Then again, love varies from person to person— Just like how the goddess of love, Aphrodite, looks different to every soul that sets its sights on her; Beauty truly lies in the eye of the beholder. For some, love comes in the form of a warm body to cuddle next to on a rainy day. For others, love comes in the form of a jewelled ring. For you, love comes in the form of a 6’2 man who still doesn’t know how to tame his bedhead.

Tetsurou is often too busy for his own good, always running around here and there to secure contracts, ensuring that Japan can make a name for itself during the Olympics. He books train tickets to opposite ends of Japan at least once a month, leaving before the sun rises and returning after it sets. The sun never dictates his work day, because while his coworkers work from nine to five, Tetsurou works until he finishes his tasks.

Okay, so your husband is a bit of a workaholic. And maybe not just a bit.

“L/N-san,” Your colleague asks one day out of sheer curiosity. A group of women are gathered around the snack station, sipping on cheap, machine-produced instant coffee as they gossip about their marital lives instead of working. “Now that I think about it… I’ve never met your husband, have I?”

“Ah,” You sweat-drop nervously at this. Wonderful— Your parents are already pressuring you about how Kuroo rarely visits with you— And now your coworkers, too? “He’s quite busy. He works very hard to make sure that we’ll be well-off in the future.” You respond, knowing that your reply is just a thinly-veiled way of saying ‘He’s rarely home,’.

“Oh, that’s awful,” Wherever you go, there’s always a middle-aged lady who has nothing better to do than to prey on the weak spots of your life, “It must feel lonely. You must feel so sad when you see my husband pick me up from work.” A smirk dances up her lips as she waits for you to walk into her trap, smiling as widely as a spider watching its incoming meal.

“Not really,” A practiced smile counters hers as you take a sip of your coffee. “I know Tetsurou loves me— There’s an unbreakable trust between us. He might not be home often, but I know that he’s working hard so that we can have a better tomorrow… And that’s sort of comforting, in a sense. Knowing that Tetsurou wishes for a future where we’re financially stable, where we can just spend a whole day doing nothing in each other’s presence…”

A chorus of ‘awws’ makes you blush. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the middle-aged coworker huff in failure. You mentally fist-pump the air at your victory.

“Anyway, I heard that you got engaged last weekend, Shiho-san,” Changing the topic quickly, you smile when the attention of all the ladies instantly redirects to the said woman, who blushes fiercely as they all coo at her ring. “Congratulations!”

“Oh my! He bought you such a beautiful ring… Ah, Shiho-san, you’re so lucky!”

“My husband also bought me a new bag last week,” The middle-aged woman chips in proudly, cocking her head towards her cubicle, where the leather handbag sits atop a tower of documents. “It’s very expensive.”

“That’s nice of him! It’s been forever since my husband bought me something.” Sighs another lady. Most of the group hums in agreement, sharing sympathetic looks with those that share the same fate.

“At the beginning, when we were still dating, Hayato used to buy me so many things, now…” The coworker that brings homemade cookies every New Years’ party says, looking dejected. “It’s like once we’re married, they don’t have to worry about making us happy anymore…”

“Ah, what about you, L/N-san? Does your husband buy you things often?”

You groan internally when the attention shifts to you once more. Honestly, you’re just there to listen and enjoy your coffee— Must you keep getting dragged into the conversation? “Well, personally I don’t really need my husband to buy me things to keep me happy, but… He does bring back trinkets whenever he travels.” You think about it for a while, then brighten when you remember the latest thing Tetsurou brought back for you.

“What is it?” Your change in expression isn’t missed by your coworkers, who preen with curiosity, excited to know what made you brighten up.

“Ah, it’s nothing… I promise, you’ll be disappointed if I tell you.” You chuckle.

“Come on!” “Be a good sport, L/N-san!” “We’re curious now, you can’t not tell us!”

“Oh, fine.” You sigh, “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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[ Three days ago, Saturday ]

You were on the couch, binge-watching Grey’s Anatomy with the Netflix subscription Tetsurou got for you to occupy yourself with while he was out of town. Your cat, Kazume (nicknamed after your husband’s best friend) lazed on your lap, yawning once in a while and swatting at the stray threads from your sweater.

Somewhere in between your fifteenth and seventeenth episode, the front door chirped with the sound of someone inserting a key into the lock. You perked up at the noise, Kazume yelping in protest as he almost slipped off.

“Oh, sorry Kazu.” You said quickly, a smile widening your lips as the front door opened.

“I’m ho—” Before your husband could finish his sentence, you were already at his side. Kazume meowed loudly from the couch, complaining about you abandoning him for another man. Tetsurou’s eyes softened, the edges of his hazel irises worn down by exhaustion. You took his laptop bag from him, as well as the folders he has in hand, balancing them like how you would balance your three grocery bags when Tetsurou wasn’t around to help. “I missed you too, but are you sure you can carry all of my files with one hand?”

“Yes!” You replied confidently, showcasing your balance as you wobbled through the living room with all of your husband’s stuff. Tetsurou’s laugh echoed through the apartment as he followed you, his reflexes coming into play as he dived for a falling file. “Oops.” You giggled, helping him up after he practically hurled himself at the floor.

Tetsurou shook his head, sighing fondly while he hugged you from the back, taking comfort in the familiar smell of your hair shampoo. “I missed you.” He mumbled.

“Me too.” You hummed, reaching back to stroke your hands through his still-untamed bedhead.

“Oh, before I forget,” Tetsurou leapt up suddenly, chucking his backpack onto the ground. “I brought back something for you!”

“I already have like, twenty-five keychains from Hyogo,” You reminded him, “Please tell me it’s not a…” Your voice trailed off when Tetsurou proudly whipped his gift from his backpack, hazel eyes shining for your reaction.

“... So?” Tetsurou grinned widely, like a five-year-old child holding up his drawing for his mother to critique.

“Oh my god, I love you.” You declared in your 80 sq ft kitchen, grabbing the gift from him. “I’ll clean up your stuff, go take a bath and we can have dinner while watching the…'' You pursed your lips as you try to recall the information that kept evading you like an annoying fly. “... 15th? 16th episode of Grey’s.”

“You started that without me? I said I wanted to watch that.” Tetsurou pouted petulantly like a child.

“I finished all the other stuff I wanted to watch,” You told him unapologetically. “And Kazume wanted to watch it too. Now hurry and take a bath or I’m starting without you.”

Twenty minutes later, you were cuddled up to your husband, who did not bother to comb his hair (“It’ll just be messy later anyway,” His reasoning was). Every few seconds, he would scoop some cold mash potato out of the giant bowl (The two of you were too impatient to heat it with the microwave) and feed you. All throughout the episode, there was the constant pop-pop-pop of you working your way through the giant piece of bubble wrap Tetsurou had brought home for you.

“You know, I was thinking,” You hummed as Tetsurou pressed ‘Next Episode’. “If It were any other woman, they might have slapped you for bringing just bubble wrap home after a whole week away.”

“Well, then I’m lucky that you aren’t ‘any other woman’, am I?” Your husband smiled, pressing a gentle kiss onto your lips before picking up the mash potato bowl again. “Are we just going to have mashed potatoes for dinner?”

“I bought spicy instant noodles yesterday, we can have that later if you want.”

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[ Present, Tuesday ]

“That’s actually so sweet of him!” Your colleague coos as you finish your story. “Wish I had a husband like that…'' Even the middle-aged lady begrudgingly nods in agreement. For a moment, you feel a surge of pride— It was your husband they were talking about— Your sweet, hardworking, dork of a 6’2 bedhead.

“You wouldn’t be able to survive.” Another lady snorts. “That guy is away for weeks at a time.”

You hum. “Well, at least he calls back every night, regardless of how tired he is.” In the corner of your mind, you remember that he makes sure to call his grandmother every weekend, and that he sends his parents (and grandparents) money every month, that he visits your parents the first Sunday after he’s back from his trips— Not to mention that he always brings a gift of wellness products (The most recent one was a box of abalone).

The group of women swoon once more.

“Well, I guess we should get back to work,” You dispose of your paper cup in the trash, brushing your hands off. “See you ladies later.”

The moment you’re back at your desk, you take out your phone to text your husband, who is, no doubt, going to be very, very confused.

[ y/n ] 2.37pm

— we have a problem

[ tetsu <3 ] 2.39pm

— what’s wrong???

[ y/n ] 2.38pm

— i may have accidentally caused 20 women in my office to fall in love with you

[ tetsu <3 ] 2.38pm

— what ???

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