#lis y lina

[the-fiction-witch]

Dad

Media - The Queens Gambit Character - Benny Watts Couple - Benny X Reader Reader - Y/n Watts Rating - Adorable + Sad Word Count - 3290

Warning - Suicide / Self Harm

I stood shivering, my body drenched to the bone, every inch of me felt the bite of the cold. The rain fell gently, casting a soft grey hue over the freshly trimmed grass and the vibrant flowers, now appearing muted in colour. Despite the discomfort, I kept my gaze fixed on the dull grass determined not to let a single tear escape. As I struggled to maintain my composure, I counted each breath, acutely aware of the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume me. It was difficult to fathom the reality of the situation.

I heard steps coming closer but I ignored them likely just another person here to say the same old thing.

"Dad?" Her voice spoke up, and I felt a little weight lift from me, As I lifted my gaze, I was met with the sight of her standing before me. She was adorned in a pretty black dress, her hair elegantly braided and cascading over her shoulder. Tear stains adorned her cheeks, "You Okay?" She asked,

"I'm alright Lina. I'm alright." I lied, as I got to my feet ran my hands up and down her upper arms to try and soothe her goosebumps from the cold, I gave her forehead a soft kiss and held her as tightly as I could barely even imagine letting her out of my sight. "How are you feeling?"

She nodded, "Okay," she lied too, she trembled just as much as me.

"It's okay... It'll all be okay... Its... it's just you and me now." I whispered into her hair, But I froze up when I saw him standing across the way.

He stood by the metal gate dressed in his suit with a black umbrella in hand, watching from afar where almost everyone else had headed inside, "What the hell is he doing here..." I muttered,

"Dad don't," Lina told me, "Not today, for mom."

"You're right Lina," I sighed, "Sorry."

"It's okay, come on.. run inside before you get a running nose." She smiled,

I chuckled a little at her saying that, just what her mother used to say every time, "I'm coming Lina, you go on I'll be there in a second," I told her,

She nodded and headed off to so see everyone else.

As I stood there, my gaze lingered on the smooth marble stone, the letters carved into it with such precision. Each letter seemed to hold a weight of its own, especially the name "Y/n Watts." It was a name that brought a flood of emotions, making me feel as though I might break down at any moment. The reality of seeing her name etched in stone was something I never fathomed I would have to face. I always thought that if anyone, it would be me in the ground first, not her.

The thought of being the one standing by her grave, the one who outlived her, was a heavy burden to bear. I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss and regret for the life that was cut short.

With a heavy heart, I leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to my fingertips, then gently tapped it against the top of the stone, as if sending a message to the one who lay beneath.

"Love you, Y/n," I muttered before I turned to head inside, unfortunately having to walk past him.

"I am sorry Benny," he spoke up,

I tried to just keep going but I couldn't, "You have a hell of a nerve Danny," I glared,

"I came to pay my respects," he said, "As I do to all my cases,"

"Hardly call it your case! With how little work you did."

"I did what I had to do..."

"Yes, you did. The bare minimum! Choked it up to suicide and nothing else. Ignored everything that didn't line up with your preset opinion,"

"And you ignored everything that didn't line up with your preset opinion!" he yelled back,

But we stood in silence for a moment, "I am sorry Benny. I am. I can't imagine how hard this is-"

"I don't need your sympathies,"

"The report is done. The case is closed. Her her rest."

"...She can't rest until I find out the truth,"

"What truth!"

"She was murdered!"

"Oh for- Benny-"

"No. No. I will not listen to you and your stupid excuses! She was murdered!"

"She killed herself Benny!" he yelled back his voice echoed for a moment which silenced us both, "I am sorry Benny. But there is no case, there is no murder, she killed herself... Y/n hadn't been well for a long time,"

"What the hell do you know about how well she was." I said through gritted teeth, "Y/n would not have done this... I know it."

"It's hard sometimes to accept but-"

"No. I know Y/n better than anyone in this world, I know she would never have done this."

"Okay... Okay..." he sighed, "You believe what you want to believe,"

"I will. You can go."

"I'd still like to pay my respects,"

"You've said your piece about your case."

"To my sister-in-law then." He glared, "... She still is as much as you like to deny it... and you are still my brother Benny,"

"No. You set that ship ablaze a long time ago."

He nodded, "If you and Lina need anything-"

"You stay the hell away from me." I warn him, "And don't you dare come anywhere near my daughter..."

"The offer still stands," he said before he walked away,

"Dad?" Lina spoke up as she came out to get me,

"I'm coming Lina, don't worry about it," I nodded heading inside with her.

I sat alone at the sturdy oak dining table, the same table that used to be cluttered with chess boards and books, now adorned with a disarray of scattered papers and opened letters. With a cigarette delicately held between my fingers, I brought it to my lips, the wisps of smoke gracefully curling and disappearing into the air. Each appeal to reopen her case had been met with deafening silence, each rejection bearing the signature of the man responsible. It felt like I was stuck in an endless loop, but I refused to succumb to despair.

I knew in my heart that it couldn't be true. Y/n had struggled with some issues in the past, but she had been actively attending therapy, and we had been working through everything together. For over two years, she hadn't been unwell. The idea that she had taken her own life just didn't add up. I was certain of it. None of the signs that the books talk about, the signs that are supposed to indicate someone is considering suicide, were present in her behaviour. We had made plans together, plans that she was genuinely excited about. None of this made any sense. Even during the times when she was unwell, the thought of ending her life rarely crossed her mind. And if it did, she always expressed that she wouldn't have chosen to do it in that way. I know for a fact that she wouldn't have.

So many little things just... didn't make sense about that night. So much ignored.

"Hey Dad," Lina spoke up,

"Hey, what are you doing out of bed?" I smiled at her,

"I couldn't sleep..."

"Yeah... me either," I lied, in truth I just hadn't realized how late it was,

She came over sitting at the table with me with a book in her hand,

"What are you reading?"

"Nothing just..."

"what is it, Lina?"

"Just been flipping through old albums before bed. Helps me sleep."

As she placed the album on the table, I nodded in anticipation. Slowly, she opened it, revealing a treasure trove of sweet pictures capturing the moments shared by Y/n and me before we tied the knot. The images brought a smile to my face, evoking memories of our happiness. Together, Lina and I savoured the experience, lingering over each photo, reminiscing and sharing stories about the captured moments.

"She looked so beautiful," She cooed looking at a photo from the wedding,

"She did, most beautiful I've ever seen her I think..." I nodded, "You're in these too you know,"

"Yeah later in the book,"

"No, no. You're right there." I smiled tapping Y/n's stomach on the picture, "We didn't know but... you were there." I smiled,

As we flipped through the photo album, we were overcome with emotion. It was heartwarming to see Y/n cradling Lina on the day she was born, our first holidays together, and all the precious moments captured of us as a family. Each photo brought back a flood of memories and emotions, reminding us of the love and joy we have shared.

Lina teared up when we reached a picture, of our last trip as a family. I had been invited to London for a chess tournament so of course, we went on a family trip, the three of us stood on a beautiful bridge cuddled up in the rain. Only two months before Y/n died... we looked so happy. I pulled Lina into my arms letting her cry into my chest.

"I miss her so so much..."

"I know, I miss her too." I cooed doing my best to comfort her, "I know it's hard now, but we just have to remind ourselves of all the joy we had with her."

"Will the pain ever stop?"

"... I don't know, I've never lost anyone that I loved as much as I love your mother. I'm sure we will always miss her, always love her, but... I think the pain will fade in time sweet girl." I told her, "Go on, up to bed you have school tomorrow."

She nodded and took the album to put it back on the shelf but she stopped at the stairs, "Dad?"

"Yes, Lina?"

"... This. This is how I wanna remember Mom." She said squeezing the album,

"I know," I nodded,

"This is how I wanna remember her. and... I think this is how you should remember her too." she said, "Dad don't linger on how she died... you know Mom wouldn't want you to spend all your time worrying over the little details of how she died. Not when we have so much of her life to remember,"

"...I know Lina, I'm sorry I just... Finding it hard to let her go and this... all this..." I said looking at my papers, "Let me feel like I still have something of hers, something to do, something to fix, I... this is my last bit of her. I will let her go... I will... I'm... I'm just... not ready yet."

"You'll always have some piece of her, the memories, the photos, the little things of hers, she won't ever really be gone if you let her go. You have to let Mom go someday Dad,"

"I know. Just not yet."

She nodded and headed up the stairs, leaving me once again alone.

I heard a knock on the door while I was making my coffee, for a moment I had to shake my head out of my routine as I still tried to make tea as well as my coffee. I always made Y/n tea and I still try every morning. But I went to the door pulling it open and the moment I saw Danny I grimaced.

"I thought I told you I didn't want to see you,"

"I know, but some friends and I got together and wanted to help out a little-"

"I don't want anything from you. or your friends."

"Benny, It's just a little something." He offered an envelope from his pocket,

"No. I don't care. We're fine. Don't need your pity."

"For Lina then." he said offering it again, "over a year of her dance classes in there. Just take it, Benny."

"There a catch?"

"You let me in. for a cup of coffee so I can check in on my brother and my niece."

I sighed taking the envelope and letting him in, "Coffee's just been made, cream in the fridge, sugar in the canister you can figure it out." I told him as I set the envelope on the table and sat with my coffee. He slipped off his coat and sat down across from me.

"How are you?"

"My wife is dead. How do you think I am?"

"Alright," he nodded, "Where's Lina?"

"Sleepover at her friends last night,"

"One of her dance class friends?"

"Yeah, Ellis her name is. Nice girl... two different colour tyes."

"Ohh..."

"Yeah, it's cool. Easy to remember her."

"I'm surprised you let her go, figured you'd never want her out of your sight?"

"She's a teenager, and the last thing she wants is to be cooped up at home with her dad, ... she needs a routine to go out and have fun, Ellis lost her mom too so... I kinda hoped she'd help her through this... and besides I don't want her wallowing here."

"With you?"

"I'm a grown-ass man I can wallow if I want."

"True," he sighed, "Maybe I'll come by and see her another time then?"

"No. I don't want you near Lina,"

"I'm her uncle, why not?"

"You know why not."

"You're still on that,"

"Yeah. I am." I sighed, "And you're not her uncle 'cause you're not my brother."

"Half brother. Close enough." He said, "And yes I had to do my job... but that doesn't mean I don't care."

"Sure seems like you don't care when you pawn off my wife's investigation and deny any attempts for appeal,"

"What are you appealing? It was a suicide. And yes that might be horrible to accept Benny but that's what it was, case closed."

"You never even listened to me. Maybe if you had you'd be a better cop. or a better brother."

"Fine..." he sighed, "Go on. All ears."

"Don't take the piss-"

"I mean it, as an officer and as a brother I am listening,"

"Fine... I think she was murdered..." I began, "In the report, it was said she committed suicide with a six-inch chef's knife, cut her wrists and neck in the bathtub and bled out. All while I picked Lina up from her dance classes. Case closed. But so much didn't make any sense, The dance studio Lina goes she walks too when school is over, and it's only a five-minute drive from our house. That hardly gave her time to run a whole bath and be dead by the time we got home. The bathroom door wasn't locked, and Y/n locks our bathroom door even when she just goes to pee in the middle of the night, it's just her habit she closes the door and locks it absentmindedly on instinct after so long. Even if we weren't here she would have locked the door, and surely if she wanted to commit and was concerned over time she would have locked the door in case I got back and went to stop her. We don't even own a knife like that never have. The front door was unlocked when I got home, I know I locked it and she wouldn't have unlocked it before going for a bath.

I know in my heart someone did this to her, someone broke in, killed her and left her body to look like a suicide."

"As compelling as that sounds, it is all so easily explained. You forgot the lock the door as you left you were only going to pick up Lina. Y/n forgot about the door lock maybe in a catatonic state she didn't even think about it. Maybe she knew she was planning this and bought the knife at some point hiding it from you. And in water, she would have bled out so much faster in five minutes and it would all be over."

"It doesn't make sense..."

"What's the alternative? Someone came in, and opened your front door without damaging it, brought a knife in with them, killed Y/n, cut her throat without leaving any mess, dragged her bleeding body to the bathtub, ran her a bath, let her bleed out, set it up like a suicide, left without any trace and just happened to forget to lock the bathroom door on their way out?"

I began to tremble... "You know people who could do that."

Silence sat between us for a good while,

"I do know people who... could do that."

"I know you know people who HAVE done that." I began to sit up,

"...I do but-"

"I know you know people who HAVE done that AND GOT AWAY WITH IT" My rage began to boil as it all became so clear as I rose from my sear,

"I- I-"

"I know you know people who have done that and got away with it, and they got away with it becuase you made sure they did!"

"Benny-"

"You did this. You did this!" I screamed, "You did this! You killed her!"

"Fine, I did!" He got up from his seat,

My heart fell to my feet, "You did this... you killed her... You killed Y/n..."

"Fine... I did."

"Why? For fuck sake why!"

"Cause Dad wants you back."

"He can fuck off!"

"I know. I didn't want to do it... but he wants you to come home."

"No. he wants me to come back to the business."

"Both. He wants you to come home and be safe Lina too." He said, "He got some of the guys to do it. Disposal experts. set her up to make it look like a suicide and have me fast-pass the paperwork as usual and clear everything suspicious. it wasn't malicious,"

"Malicious! You had my wife killed! You ignored the bullshit for him! You let him kill my wife! the love of my life! One of the only good things I have in my life and will ever have! And you killed her!"

"He thought the loss would bring us close, let me bring you back, bring Lina in too where she's safe."

"No! No! Don't you dare think for a second any of that excuses what you've done! I never want to see you again! I never want to hear from you again!"

"Then what do I tell him?"

"The same thing I've been telling him for the last thirty years. GO FUCK YOURSELF!" I screamed forcing him out the door and letting him fall down the stoop steps, "He has always been dead to me. Now you are too. I will never forgive either of you for this... and if I see you come around here anymore or go anywhere near Lina I will skin you bollocks to brains!" I screamed before slamming the door closed.

I knew something was wrong about her death but I never imagined it was this, I never thought it could ever be this. But I know I can't go to the police with the truth, Danny will block it and I can't imagine what would happen to me and Lina. I walked up the stairs and my hand shook as I pushed open the bathroom door still closed after the cleaning crew came, I pushed it open and sat on the floor leant against the bathtub, flashes in my mind of coming home and cradling Y/n in my arms as she laid dead. And for the first time since the night she died... I let the tears flow.

And I cried.

I cried like I had never cried in my life, all the days since she had been gone, I just let all of it out, the endless grief and sorrow crying until my breath gave out and even then I couldn't stop the tears as I gasped for breath.

I don't know how long I cried for, but Lina found me when she got home. I pulled her into my arms and we shared our tears.

"I love you so much, Lina,"

"I love you to dad," She nodded,

I kissed her head and held her tight knowing now had to keep her safe, everything I had failed to do for Y/n.

I had to protect Lina, as she's the last bit of Y/n I have left in this world. 

[mirrorsblogs]

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐥. 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝟏)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲.

Levi stood over the body of his dead friend, silently wishing he had the ability to do what his heart desired and revive him. The needle shook in his hand, he looked around at the crying figures of those young cadets. He looked around for her, his girl, for a rare reprieve in this living nightmare.

“Where-” He whispered, cutting himself off when he looked up at the wall.

Reiner and that Beast titan stood up there, silently gloating at their rare victory over the Scouts. Both haggard and clearly not in the best shape to fight but well enough to observe the implosion of the Scout regiment. He saw her up there, Lina.

“Levi, you have to choose,” Hange commanded, barely holding back Mikasa.

There was a static in his ears, nothing was able to process in his brain. Levi’s body went into autopilot as his spirit drifted away. Why was she up there? Why was she standing among those monsters?

“Sir…How do you know for sure there’s nobody on the other side of the walls?” Erwin muttered.

Levi looked down horrified at the man in front of him, he had no more capacity in him to care. He felt his mind reaching its limit, Levi pushed the reality away from him and marched towards Armin.

I’ve been betrayed. I have to kill my friend, my brother in this world.

Levi supposed he was happy before, finally at peace. He had people with him, he had a support system. He was sane before he lost it all.

All good things come to an end, especially for me.

Happiness never suited Levi fully anyways, he would deal. He would survive the many military tribunals questioning him on his relationship with Lina. Constant accusation of him being a traitor as if he had not given everything to this country. He had nothing left within him to give, they took it all.

“Captain Ackerman, are you admanent that you had nothing to do with the defect of Cadet Lina Zimmerman?”

“I am certain. She deceived me like everyone else.” His voice felt hollow.

“Forgive me for being so doubtful of your answer, Captain, you are one of the strongest in the whole military. How did this slip past you?”

Levi kept silent at first, it was a direct shot at his ego but he had nothing left within him to genuinely be offended. How foolish could he have been to think she was never going to betray him? That he could finally be content with his life

“I don’t know, Commander.” He stared down Darius, almost wishing him to discharge Levi.

Every question further after that felt like his chest was being cracked further and further open. His organs being plucked one by one till he was a husk of what he was. He sat there and stood for his alleged crime of being blinded by love. 

Erwin was gone, Lina betrayed him, and Hange was depressed like him. 

Tears came slowly as they often did in these times for Levi. It was a dam at first then the flood came, he did not know how to stop it. Betrayal had never felt so bitter on his tongue.

Levi lies awake in the bed he shared with her, refusing to even think of the name should she ever be summoned. It was bigger than the other beds in the rest of the regiment but it was meant to accommodate two people not just one. The other side remained cold for the rest of the night. 

He reached a hand out and caressed the blanket which Lina clutched so often, afraid Levi would pull it from her. His expression dimmed again when he caught himself reminiscing. 

She’s a traitor, stop romanticizing it all.

But then he had to forget those nights…

“Would you ever become a titan-shifter if you had the chance?” She asked out of the blue. Her head on her pillow staring directly across at Levi who was also facing towards her.

“Never, it’ll only disadvantage me. Besides, being mortal lets me value what they don’t.” He pushed some of her hair behind her ear.

“Like what?”

“For starters, you.” Levi paused in his brushing and cradled her cheek. “With all the years I’d be living as a shifter I wouldn’t be able to value the life I have with you.”

The popular theory of the time was that Eren Yeager would have an elongated lifespan due to his regenerative ability being able to fight off aging. That titan-shifters would live for generations while mere mortals died as per the norm. A prevalent but not proven theory of course.

Levi watched Lina’s face intently, confused by the sour look she had, what did he say that was so wrong?

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, sorry. Just a lot on my mind.”

How stupid she must have thought of him, to even consider that titan-shifters lived longer than thirteen years? Levi imagined that she was laughing at him internally in those moments, looking down on him even further as another island devil.

Those thoughts were pushed to the side, he had to focus on the mission. He silently rode to the coast, the sand getting in his boots without him realizing.

The sea, in his opinion, was beautiful and the best part however. Filled with life and ecosystems in their own little worlds, oblivious to the conflict happening on the surface. Occasionally being affected by the long boat or apex predator swimming alone. He reached his hand down to the water, and a fish grazed his skin. 

Such a funny feeling. Feeling so free but encased in such a lonely environment.

He blinked, who was he thinking about? Himself or the fish?

“You alright there, Levi?” Hange asked, truly joyous for the first time since Erwin died.

“They would have all loved this,” Levi whispered. His eyes raked over the young cadets who played in the salty sea. He imagined all his dead comrades who would have loved to experience this, they were robbed of it.

“Nanaba probably would have splashed Miche a million times over,” Hange laughed, their mood somewhat downturned by the thought of her previous friends.

“Erwin would have stood by the shore the whole time, too afraid to dip his toes in.”

“Nah, I would have dragged him in here.” Hange looked back to the shore almost expecting him to be there, it was deserted except for the horses. “We do this for them, you know that right?”

“Yeah, doesn’t make it hurt less though.”

Hange chose not to respond and instead descended further into the water, it reached their ankles now. Levi remained planted near the shore but still in the sea, small waves splashed up against his upper legs. It was cold but no colder than how his body felt.

I wanted that.

Sasha splashed Jean who did the same to her, both of them screaming in pain at the salt getting in their eyes. 

I deserved that,

Armin laughed at Mikasa who stumbled in the water, struggling to keep her balance.

Why can’t I have that?

He gasped when Hange splashed his upper half, he glared at her.

“Four-eyes!”

Levi began playing the water, feeling more carefree than he ever had since- since-

“What is Lina doing up there?” Hange yelled, anger lining their voice.

“Hange.” Levi reached out to their shoulder. They turned to find Levi vulnerable for once, a fragile look in his eyes gave it all away.

“Sh- she betrayed us,” Hange whispered, astonished that they had been cheated for this long.

“She betrayed me.” Levi’s eyes were wide, he was not furious. Only embarrassed at himself. He gave his soul away, how could he be so stupid? “We need to regroup and find the horses remaining.”

“Levi-” Hange began before they were interrupted.

“Don’t. If I stop I have to think about it and if I think about it this military will lose its most prized tool. So let’s focus on keeping whoever is alive, alive.”

He stopped. He finally stopped. How glorious it felt.

𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

[persephonyed]

♡ — i'm finally chilled out and caught up after the big wedding weekend, and now i really want to get some new threads going with everyone, and also maybe meet some new writing partners! i've tossed some muses under the cut that i've been really wanting to write with since i've been back, so feel free to give this a like if you want a starter / want to plot with any of them. i'm down for all the dramatic, angsty, h*rror-y, crazy stuff you could throw at me, and also am including some canon/canon inspired/supernatural muses because the itch is there right now. pick your poison!

here are the ocs my muse is begging to write!

aylin ozdemir; 28, bisexual, she/her, bakery owner & witch. aslihan malbora fc.

blair bennett; 22, sometimes closeted bisexual, she/her, university student. katie douglas fc.

camille st. clair; 24, bisexual, she/her, aspiring actress. jessica alexander fc.

catalina "lina" velasco; 30, bisexual, she/her, flight attendent. melissa barrera fc.

eleanor "nell" tolly; 34, bisexual, she/her, children's book author. rebecca rittenhouse fc.

flora zhang; 26, bisexual, she/her, grad student & aspiring author. havana rose liu fc.

indigo edmunds; 26, bisexual, she/her, corporate recruiter. grace van dien fc.

ingrid edmunds; 36, straight, she/her, cardiothoracic surgeon. amanda seyfried fc.

imogen edmunds; 32, often very newly out bisexual, she/her, elementary school teacher. elizabeth olsen fc.

isabella "izzie" eriksen; 26, bisexual, she/her, paralegal or celebrity pr manager based on verse. alisha boe fc.

jude landry; 28, bisexual, she/her, law student. maddie phillips fc.

natasha voigt; 27, she/her, bisexual, actress. lili reinhart fc.

nora giuliani; 27, she/her, lesbian, paranormal & true crime podcaster. victoria predretti fc.

ruby brodsky; 25, bisexual, she/her, grad student. gideon adlon fc.

sawyer klein; 24, bisexual, she/her, professional figure skater. grace van patten fc.

sebastian hernandez; 31, straight, he/him, inspired by the musical repo man. sean teale fc.

and here are the canon & various characters i really want to write rn!

ginny weasley; harry potter 24, lesbian, she/her, professional quidditch player or student depending on the verse. abigail cowan fc.

jacqueline "jackie" knightley; historical 27, bisexual, she/her, writer & member of nobility. sophie skelton fc.

leila owens; leia organa coded 32, bisexual, she/her, princess. laura harrier fc.

lily evans; harry potter 26, bisexual, she/her, potions shop owner or student depending on the verse. kennedy mcmann fc.

nissa; very acotar compatible 28, queer, she/they, fae royalty. jessie mei li fc.

pansy parkinson; harry potter 30, bisexual, wizarding world fashion designer or possibly have taken over rita skeeter's column undecided yet. sofia carson fc.

rhiannon wynne; 26, bisexual, she/her, witch. ellie bamber fc.

harry potter canon fcs i often write as if hogwarts were university / if they went to a magical university instead, or write them post-hogwarts and just living their lives now. and over all, most verses for everyone are flexible and can be added to or bent whatever way within the realm of staying true to their characters. feel free to throw any kind of plot at them all fr!

ps i’m also suuuuuper open to making new canon characters for anyone i vibe with i’m such a ship chaser please come to me with your canon muses!

[vcnce]

[ RIVER , 26 , EST , THEY/THEM. ] ⸻ ROSA LEE TEABAG is often somewhere that EMMELINE ROSE VANCE can be found enjoying peace, quiet, and a nice cup of tea, the twenty four year old, that's often confused for the muggle DAISY EDGAR JONES is known for being COMPASSIONATE, but maybe that's why the sorting hat had them in GRYFFINDOR while in school , but they can still be very SELF RIGHTEOUS according to their friends . currently they are WORKING as an AUROR and if rumors are said to be true about the brewing war , they would surely side with THE ORDER . ⸻ ( cisfemale + she/her )

TW: physical abuse, abuse, violence

B A S I C S

NAME: emmeline rose vance

NICKNAMES: em, lina

AGE: twenty four

BIRTHDAY: may 23rd

GENDER: cisfemale

PRONOUNS: she/her

ORIENTATION: panromantic greysexual

OCCUPATION: auror

A P P E A R A N C E

FACE CLAIM: daisy edgar jones

HEIGHT: 5'6ft

BUILD: lithe

HAIR: shoulder length, straight, dark brown

EYES: doe brown eyes

SKIN: fair

OTHER: tattoos: one, two, three

M A G I C I N F O

HOUSE: gryffindor

WAND: dragon heartstring, 10 ½ inches, blackthorn

BLOOD STATUS: half blood

PATRONUS: leopard

QUIDDITCH POSITION: gryffindor chaser

BOGGART: her father

AMORTENTIA: fresh coat of paint, the air after a storm, a steaming cup of tea, citrus

P E R S O N A L I T Y

pragmatic, level headed, and composed. those are the traits often attributed to emmeline. because she doesn't show emotions in an obvious way, those traits are often misconstrued as her being heartless. in actuality, however, emmeline is quietly compassionate and passionate about those in which she cares for. she also has a strong sense of justice that can translate into self righteousness without the proper checks and balances. her moral superiority also feeds into her pride.

I N S P O

steve rodgers (marvel), beth harmon (queen's gambit), sophie hatter (hmc book)

B A C K G R O U N D

it came as a shock to many when anson vance, renowned pureblood extremist, married the halfblood, laurel callaghan. some thought he married below his station, others believed she settled. but the simple truth of it was that two people, from different backgrounds and with opposing personalities, got caught up in a whirlwind romance and fell in love. it was actually beautiful while that love lasted.

laurel gave birth to their first child soon after their nuptials. a few years later, emmeline was born, and it was around that time that their marriage had started to disintegrate. they argued more, fought more. eventually those fights escalated into physical altercations, courtesy of anson.

so it wasn't that surprising when the target of that violence shifted towards their children as well. a backhanded slap when emmeline got too mouthy. a hand tangled in her hair while her father screamed in her face. when she was shoved to the floor in the middle of an argument. the only solace to be found in those cold halls were emmeline's mother, older sibling, and her eventual younger sibling.

and then she got her letter and almost everything changed.

being at hogwarts felt like a haven. while the school wasn't a hundred percent safe, she could walk down the halls without dread settling into her stomach or constantly looking over her shoulder. she found peace, to a degree, despite that familiar sickening feeling she'd get whenever a letter came from home.

it was off and on like that for a few years. being at home vs being at school. em would always rationalize that she only had to make it through a few months before she would be back at her safe space, and soon her younger sibling would be there as well. but eventually, during her fourth year, things boiled over. anson and laurel had gotten into the worst fight they'd ever had; anson had gotten violent. and emmeline…she got in his way.

it wasn't like she hadn't been hit by her father before, but this time was different. she was no longer a little girl nor was she completely defenseless. she pulled out her wand and pointed it at him, the threat clear. maybe he was too shocked to respond or maybe it truly became clear to him what he had done to his family. whatever the reason, he backed off and left the room.

the next day, laurel and the kids moved in with her parents. she filed for divorce soon after. she'll never say, but it was that moment that em realized what she wanted to do. she wanted to protect people, to be an auror.

H E A D C A N O N S

about five years after her mother got divorced, laurel remarried the sweetest wizard. emmeline gained a few step siblings from their marriage.

despite her career choice, as a child, she wanted to be a magizoologist. there was always a soft spot in her heart for animals, so she figured being in a career that involved them was the right fit. considering her disinterest in the biology aspect of it, however, it's for the best that it never happened. that doesn't stop her from volunteering at muggle animal shelters when she has some free time.

her best hogwarts subjects in school were flying and charms. her worst was potions and herbology.

she hasn't had contact with her father since the divorce. letters get immediately burned, should they come.

she enjoys sketching and painting; her apartment is filled with artwork.

she is a very bubbly and talkative drunk, much to her embarrassment. it is the biggest reason she doesn't drink. often.

W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S

THE BEST FRIENDS

CHAOS ENABLER: these two are very different. they are the reckless to emmeline's cautious, the energetic to her calm, etc. and so and so forth. they force her to push boundaries, and she keeps them steady. they've been best friends for years. (2/2: alice travers & otto bagman)

BIRDS OF A FEATHER: her other best friend is similar in temperament. they enjoy similar things. while they obviously have their differences as well, the two are mirror image of each other. (0/1)

THE RIVAL: ever since their hogwarts years, these two have been at odds with each other. whether it was with their class marks, on the quidditch field, or over the more mundane and petty, they would find themselves on opposing sides. that hasn't changed in adulthood as they both became aurors. (1/1: augustus rookwood)

THE MENTOR: this person has unintentionally taken emmeline under their wing (despite an unwillingness on both ends) and has shown them the ropes at her new job. other than helping emmeline grow as an auror, they also challenge a lot of her black and white ideas of justice. (0/1)

THE EX: young love is a wonderful thing. that is, until it ends. maybe they were tired of emmeline's lack of vulnerability, maybe she was tired of their lack of communication, or maybe they fell out of love. regardless, she still holds a soft spot for them despite her awkward avoidance of their presence as of late. (0/1)

and any other you may have!

[mila-no-tblr]

The Ghost Bride, ep06 (/6)

Finished watching the show, and while it's not perfect, I still liked it a lot^^ I was afraid the show wouldn't really end and I'd be frustrated at the lack of season 2, but while there's a cliffhanger element to the ending, it's a new thing, so we still get a conclusion to what we started with, and I'm content with it. If there ever is a season 2, I'd watch it though :) In the meantime, I bought the book, and hopefully I'll read it in the next ten years, haha (I don't read nearly as much as I used to... arf.)

J'ai terminé la série, et elle est pas parfaite mais je l'ai beaucoup aimée quand même^^ J'avais peur qu'elle ne se termine pas vraiment et que je finisse frustrée parce qu'il n'y a pas de saison 2, mais bien qu'il y ait une sorte de cliffhanger à la fin, c'est quelque chose de nouveau, et on a une conclusion aux axes commencés dans cette saison, donc ça me va. S'il y a un jour une saison 2, je la regarderai, cela dit :) En attendant, j'ai acheté le livre, et avec un peu de chance, je le lirai dans les dix prochaines années, haha (Je ne lis clairement plus du tout autant qu'avant... arf.)

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I'm so glad Er Lang and Lin Lan decided to stay, journey and work together at the end ♥ I got scared when Lin Lan got engaged (especially since the dude she loves always felt a bit dull to me), seemingly abandoning her dreams of travels and adventures, but phew, she woke up. And I'm also not mad that my ship sailed, of course :P

Je suis tellement soulagée qu'Er Lang et Lina aient décidé de rester ensemble, voyager et travailler ensemble à la fin ♥ J'ai eu peur lorsque Lin Lan se fiancie (surtout que son fiancé m'a toujours semblé un peu fade) et semble abandonner ses rêves de voyage et aventure, mais ouf, elle s'est réveillée. Et bien sûr je ne suis pas fâchée que mon ship ait été réalisé :P

[bookishnerdlove]

TV 51

Mientras Abigail se retiraba dócilmente, el área se volvió bastante tranquila. No importa cuánto lucharon y blandieron sus espadas, nadie pudo detener a Abigail, pero con una palabra de Selia, todo quedó arreglado. Entonces las damas y los caballeros parecieron sufrir una extraña sensación de derrota. "No es que fuera asunto mío". "Sal y consigue un poco de nieve". Por orden de Selia, los caballeros que custodiaban la entrada de la tienda se apresuraron a traer nieve. No les tomó mucho tiempo porque afuera la nieve estaba amontonada hasta el borde. Selia levantó el pesado cubo con todas sus fuerzas y lo arrojó sobre la cabeza de Eloise. “¡…!” Fue entonces cuando Eloise, que era como un muñeco de nieve, se tragó su grito y le estrechó la mano. Las otras damas hicieron lo mismo. No pudieron decir nada excepto abrir los ojos de conejo y taparse la boca con las manos. Selia arrojó el cubo al suelo y dijo: “¿Dónde aprendiste a hablar a espaldas de un benefactor que vino a rescatarte? Si no fuera por los Caballeros Berg, estaríais todos enterrados vivos aquí en la nieve”. Por supuesto, los Caballeros de Berg pertenecían a Lesche. Pero el comandante de los caballeros, Elliot, se arrodilló ante Selia e incluso lloró. Así que no importaría si los llamara suyos. Dijo Selia, mirando a las damas con ojos venenosos, quienes no podían decir nada. “No, podrías haber muerto a causa de los demonios. Si quieres salir de este cuartel e irte ahora, no te detendré”. "..." "..."   "..." Selia miró a Eloise, quien no respondió. Su cabello rubio platino, que estaba envuelto pulcra y bellamente, ahora goteaba nieve derretida. Dijo Selia sin quitar los ojos de Eloise. "Nos enfrentamos a una emergencia, ¿entonces todos piensan que lo dejaría pasar?" Selia fingió que no estaba siendo fácil con ellos. "Piensa otra vez." Mientras estiraba lentamente las palabras, pudo sentir que Lady Eloise y las otras damas se estremecieron. Selia desvió la mirada de las damas. "Vamos, Bibi". "Sí señorita." El cuartel estaba en silencio como si hubiera sido alcanzado por una bomba, lo cual fue muy satisfactorio. Selia no ocultó su expresión de satisfacción cuando dejó atrás el ruinoso cuartel con Abigail escoltándola. En el cuartel de los sacerdotes reinaba un ambiente agradable. Fue porque los Caballeros de Berg, una de las fuerzas más grandes, acompañaron a Selia Stern. “Severo, por cierto. Qué felices hemos estado al ver tu armadura dorada de constelación brillando tan intensamente”. "Mis ojos estaban llorosos sin motivo alguno". '¿Por qué son tan sensibles?' Había docenas de nobles imperiales en este lugar aislado ya que sus caminos se habían encontrado accidentalmente. ¿Cómo vieron a los Caballeros Berg con su armadura dorada de constelación y también a Selia Stern uniéndose ante ellos? A sus ojos, parecían ángeles. Puesto que vieron claramente que la infame Selia Stern vino a ayudarlos, ¿no volvería a ser más educada su actitud hacia Dios? "Por cierto, ¿Dónde está la Santa?" “Sentía un gran dolor porque su poder divino no se había estabilizado…” "No crees que ella haya salido, ¿verdad?" Los rostros de los sacerdotes estaban endurecidos por el asombro. Salieron apresuradamente del cuartel y comenzaron a buscar a la desaparecida Lina. “Selía”. Selia se dio vuelta ante la voz que la llamaba. Inmediatamente los ojos de Selia se abrieron con sorpresa. Era Lina. “Estás aquí para ayudarme, ¿no? He herido tanto tus sentimientos…” Lina de repente se echó a llorar. Su rica sensibilidad era parte de la historia original que había surgido muchas veces. ¿Qué hubiera pasado antes? Si Selia pudiera ser amiga de la heroína, las posibilidades de que ella pudiera sobrevivir serían mucho mayores. Ella habría aprovechado la oportunidad. Pero ahora…. Selia evitó la mano de Lina, que intentaba agarrar la suya. “Lina. Me pidieron que viniera a rescatarte porque soy Stern”. "Pero…" "Aquí también hay sacerdotes". "…… Si entiendo…" Lina rápidamente se puso malhumorada. No era muy cómodo estar cerca de Lina, por lo que Selia rápidamente intentó alejarse, pero falló. Fue Abigail quien la atrapó cuando estaba a punto de caer. “¿Selia? Ese collar…” La mirada de Lina estaba fija en el collar que apareció fuera de la ropa de Selia. "Selia, la..." Lina no pudo continuar hasta el final de su oración. “¡Santa!” Una voz que sonaba como un grito la llamaba. Era el Sumo Sacerdote Amós del Gran Templo. Lina inmediatamente se estremeció. Parecía que Amos había regañado a Lina. Él también solía regañar mucho a Selia. "Ha sido un tiempo. Selía Stern. “Sumo Sacerdote Amós”. “Veo que has aprendido a ser sensata. Pensé que nunca cambiarías”. '¿Qué acabo de escuchar?' Amós era un hombre muy estricto. Eso fue un cumplido. Un muy…. un gran cumplido para él. Sin decir una palabra, Selia lo miró fijamente sin comprender. Amós sonrió levemente. “Vamos, Santa”. Y Amos se fue, llevándose a Lina con él. Por supuesto, en ese momento, volvió con su habitual impresión severa. Los sacerdotes se sintieron aliviados tan pronto como vieron a Lina. “¡Santa!” "Oh, gracias a Dios." "Pensé que podrías haber sentido curiosidad por un momento". Y salí”. "¡No soy tan estúpida!" Lina levantó la voz y Amos se apresuró a silenciarla. Ésta era exactamente la clase de impresión severa que había causado Amós. "Santa, ¿puedo hablar contigo?" Lina se mordió el labio y siguió a Amos. Los sacerdotes se miraron unos a otros con nerviosismo. "Santa, deja de molestar a Stern". “¿…?” Si algo había aprendido Lina mientras acompañaba a Amos era que los sacerdotes del Gran Templo no se atrevían a llamar a Stern por su nombre. Esto se debía a que el número de Stern en sí era demasiado pequeño para usarlo como nombre propio. Pero cuando había dos o más Stern juntos, las palabras cambiaban. Y Lina también era Stern. Por supuesto, Amos debería haberse referido a Selia como Selia Stern, pero por costumbre, simplemente dijo Stern. Era como si Lina aún no calificara como Stern. Pero Amos se limitó a mirar a Lina con expresión seria, como si no se diera cuenta de su error. Lina tampoco estaba de humor para mostrar su decepción por esa charla como de costumbre. Porque lo que acaba de escuchar fue bastante impactante. “¿Quién… está molestando a Selia Stern?” “Santa”. Amos suspiró lentamente. “El amor es la emoción más hermosa que Dios nos ha dado. Pero debido al error de la Santa, Stern no pudo casarse con su amado prometido”. “….. Te dije que me estaba divorciando de Kalis”. Por supuesto, haría falta un año entero. Sin embargo, Lina le dijo a Kalis que se divorciaría de él y que Kalis debería regresar con su amada Selia. “Santa, eso es un asunto para una fecha posterior. Tienes tendencia a tratar de tomar a la ligera los actos pecaminosos que has cometido”. "¿Pecado? No cometí ningún pecado…” Las lágrimas cayeron de los ojos de Lina. “Si yo no hubiera estado allí, Kalis habría muerto en el acto. ¡Estás diciendo esto porque no estabas allí…..!” "Ese habría sido un karma que el Marqués Haneton tuvo que expiar por sí mismo". "¡Gran sacerdote!" Lina exclamó con una expresión de sorpresa en su rostro. “Kalis es mi amigo más preciado. ¿Quieres que entregue la vida de mi amigo por el bien de Selia? "Sabes que eso no es lo que quise decir, Santa". La expresión de Amos se puso rígida. "Debes prometerme que no volverás a ver a Stern". “Si eres el Sumo Sacerdote, ¿no deberías elogiarme por un trabajo bien hecho? Salvé la vida de Kalis mostrando ingenio, pero… siempre estás elogiando a Selia. Siempre." Murmurando tristemente, Lina bajó la cabeza y comenzó a sollozar. Aunque habló de manera rígida, Amos en realidad se sentía complicado. La situación era, por supuesto, más compleja. Lina literalmente descendió a este mundo. Quizás no sabía mucho ya que solo había estado aquí por poco tiempo, pero Amos estaba muy familiarizado con la personalidad de Selia Stern. Selia Stern tenía un bajo punto de ignición para la ira. Muy bajo. A él no le interesaba la notoriedad que ella desarrolló en el mundo social, pero a otros sí. Amos no tuvo más remedio que estar al tanto de lo que se rumoreaba sobre ella en el mundo debido a sus frecuentes actividades al aire libre. Aún así, Selia era un Stern importante para el Templo, por lo que podía tolerar eso. "Vi antes que ella era inusualmente sensata". ¿Lina todavía se vería bonita a los ojos de Selia? Ella era una mujer que robó al prometido de Selia desde la perspectiva de un corazón secular e inocente. Lina era una santa, pero Selia no. ¿Qué pasaría si Selia Stern no pudiera contenerse? Este lugar incluía una gran cantidad de nobles imperiales. Fue un incidente digno de vergüenza imaginar a Stern y la Santa divina peleando en su espacio común. Había que evitar un escándalo de esta magnitud. Además, considerando la personalidad pasada de Selia, una vez que explotara, seguramente causaría conmoción no solo en el mundo social sino también en todo el continente. Esta era esencialmente la razón por la que Amos intentaba mantener a Lina y Selia lo más separadas posible. Pero Lina estaba llorando incontrolablemente…. Aun así, tenía que ser estricto al respecto. Amos llevó a Lina a su cuartel privado y se fue, diciéndoles a los caballeros que la mantuvieran a salvo. ANTERIOR Read the full article

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¿Cuáles son los equipos destacados en la liga china WCBA de baloncesto femenino?

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¿Cuáles son los equipos destacados en la liga china WCBA de baloncesto femenino?

Equipos líderes en la liga WCBA

En la liga Women's Chinese Basketball Association (WCBA), existen equipos que se destacan por su excelencia y liderazgo en el baloncesto femenino. Estas franquicias han demostrado su calidad tanto en la cancha como en la organización, convirtiéndose en referentes para el resto de equipos.

Uno de los equipos líderes en la liga WCBA es el Beikong Fly Dragons. Con un historial de campeonatos y una plantilla de jugadoras talentosas, el Beikong se ha posicionado como uno de los equipos más fuertes y competitivos de la liga. Su estilo de juego agresivo y su capacidad para trabajar en equipo los ha llevado a la cima del baloncesto femenino en China.

Otro equipo destacado en la liga es el Shanxi Flame. Con una larga trayectoria en la WCBA, el Shanxi ha demostrado una consistencia en su desempeño que lo ha colocado como uno de los rivales más temidos por sus oponentes. Su compromiso con la excelencia y su enfoque en el desarrollo de talento han sido clave en su éxito.

Estos equipos líderes en la liga WCBA no solo se destacan por su rendimiento deportivo, sino también por su influencia en el desarrollo y crecimiento del baloncesto femenino en China. Su dedicación y profesionalismo son un ejemplo a seguir para el resto de equipos, y su rivalidad en la cancha ha generado emocionantes encuentros que mantienen a los aficionados al borde de sus asientos.

Jugadoras destacadas en la liga china

En la liga china de fútbol femenino, encontramos a varias jugadoras destacadas que han dejado una huella imborrable en el deporte y han contribuido al crecimiento y reconocimiento de esta competición.

Una de las jugadoras más destacadas es Wang Shuang, una talentosa centrocampista que ha impresionado a los aficionados con su habilidad en el campo y su visión de juego excepcional. Su destreza técnica y su capacidad para marcar goles la han convertido en una de las jugadoras más respetadas de la liga.

Otra jugadora que ha brillado en la liga china es Li Ying, una delantera rápida y letal frente al arco. Con su habilidad para desbordar a las defensas rivales y su instinto goleador, ha sido fundamental en el desempeño de su equipo y ha dejado su marca en la competición.

Además, no podemos dejar de mencionar a Zhao Lina, una portera excepcional que ha demostrado ser una muralla infranqueable para los equipos contrarios. Con sus reflejos rápidos y su valentía bajo los tres palos, ha sido clave en la defensa de su equipo y en la consecución de importantes victorias.

Estas jugadoras destacadas en la liga china no solo han demostrado su talento y habilidad en el campo, sino que también han inspirado a futuras generaciones de deportistas a seguir sus pasos y a alcanzar nuevas metas en el fútbol femenino.

Resultados y clasificación WCBA

El World Content Boxing Association (WCBA) es una de las organizaciones más reconocidas en el mundo del boxeo. Con sede en Estados Unidos, esta asociación ha sido clave en la promoción y organización de diversos torneos y campeonatos de boxeo en todo el mundo.

Uno de los aspectos más destacados de la WCBA son sus resultados y clasificaciones, los cuales son seguidos de cerca por aficionados y expertos del boxeo. Gracias a la labor de esta asociación, se han podido presenciar combates de alto nivel y con grandes dosis de emoción en diferentes categorías de peso.

La clasificación de la WCBA se actualiza constantemente, reflejando el desempeño de los boxeadores en sus respectivas divisiones. Los resultados de las peleas son fundamentales para determinar quiénes son los contendientes más fuertes y quiénes tienen la oportunidad de disputar títulos en el futuro.

Los fans del boxeo están siempre atentos a los resultados y clasificación de la WCBA, ya que esto les permite conocer quiénes son los peleadores más destacados en la actualidad. Asimismo, seguir de cerca estas clasificaciones ayuda a prever posibles enfrentamientos emocionantes y llenos de adrenalina en el ring.

En resumen, los resultados y clasificación de la WCBA son un aspecto esencial en el mundo del boxeo, proporcionando emoción, competencia y grandes momentos para los amantes de este deporte.

Historia y curiosidades de la liga WCBA

La liga WCBA, también conocida como la Women's Chinese Basketball Association, es una liga profesional de baloncesto femenino en China. Fundada en 2002, la WCBA se ha convertido en una de las ligas femeninas más competitivas y emocionantes del mundo.

A lo largo de su historia, la WCBA ha visto a equipos legendarios dominar la competencia, como el Shanxi Flame y el Beijing Great Wall. Estos equipos han contado con estrellas del baloncesto femenino chino y han brindado a los fanáticos momentos inolvidables en la cancha.

Además de su nivel de juego, la WCBA también es conocida por sus seguidores apasionados y fieles, que llenan los estadios en cada partido para animar a sus equipos favoritos. La atmósfera en los juegos de la WCBA es única y vibrante, creando una experiencia inolvidable tanto para los jugadores como para los espectadores.

En cuanto a curiosidades, la WCBA ha sido un semillero de talento para la Selección Nacional Femenina de Baloncesto de China, que ha logrado importantes éxitos en competiciones internacionales. Muchas de las mejores jugadoras chinas han surgido de la WCBA, demostrando el alto nivel de la liga y su importancia para el desarrollo del baloncesto femenino en el país.

En resumen, la historia y las curiosidades de la liga WCBA la convierten en una competición única y digna de admiración en el mundo del baloncesto femenino.

Entrenadores y estrategias en la liga de baloncesto femenino chino

En la liga de baloncesto femenino chino, los entrenadores desempeñan un papel fundamental en el desarrollo y el éxito de los equipos. Con estrategias bien planificadas y un enfoque táctico sólido, los entrenadores guían a sus jugadoras hacia la victoria en la cancha.

Los entrenadores en la liga de baloncesto femenino chino no solo se centran en mejorar las habilidades individuales de las jugadoras, sino que también trabajan en la cohesión del equipo y en la ejecución de estrategias de juego efectivas. Conocedores de la competencia y las fortalezas y debilidades de los equipos rivales, estos profesionales diseñan tácticas que maximizan las fortalezas de sus jugadoras y explotan las debilidades del oponente.

Además, los entrenadores en la liga de baloncesto femenino chino son figuras de autoridad que brindan apoyo emocional y motivación a sus jugadoras. Fomentan la disciplina, la dedicación y el trabajo en equipo, creando un ambiente propicio para el crecimiento personal y deportivo de las integrantes del equipo.

En resumen, los entrenadores y sus estrategias son piezas clave en el rompecabezas del éxito en la liga de baloncesto femenino chino. Su experiencia, conocimiento y habilidades no solo influyen en el rendimiento deportivo de las jugadoras, sino que también contribuyen al desarrollo integral de las atletas en un entorno altamente competitivo y desafiante.

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Tai Chi Chuan y el efecto sobre el cerebro

Por Lei Cui, HengChan Yin, corresponding author ShaoJun Lyu, corresponding author QiQi Shen, Yuan Wang, XiuJuan Li, Jing Li, YunFei Li, y LiNa Zhu Este estudio comparó el impacto del Tai Chi Chuan y el ejercicio aeróbico general sobre la plasticidad cerebral en términos de un mayor volumen de materia gris y conectividad funcional durante la resonancia magnética estructural (sMRI) y la resonancia…

[therealsushiaddictedprince]

incha allah bladna l3ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiz mazal y #fro7 #fra7 #nfor7o 🤣💘♥️ fl2assabi3 w sanawate li jayin !!!!! w tsseb lina chta ya rabi amine 🙏🏽

[lovclyy]

como so bien idiota y no entendí la pregunta te gua dejar cinco pjs tuyos y dos míos v: ¿Quién es tu preferido? Lina, Tessa, Lyrica, Max, Nico calzón flojo v: y ¿Quién es su mejor hermano? El Rowan o el Lisandro? **vuelve a huir rodando**

que difícil porque, me conoces de todo a todo. asjkdnasd

en orden de como los prefiero; tessa, max, lina, nico y lyrica.

yyyyy imposible superar a los hermanitos deluca, amo a rowan, pero lis, liiiiiiiis. 

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𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙢 𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝟮

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Pairing: Dilf! Jungkook x Spoiled Reader 

Series Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Word Count: 13.2k

Content Warning: jungkook is rich, suggestive themes, reader is kind of bratty, swearing, tattooed jk, brief painter! jungkook, baby mama drama, romantic getaway, reader has a slight attitude problem, toxic parenting, reader was a troublemaker, age gap (3 years), commitment Issues, jungkook doesn’t know how to say no, the angst wrote itself..

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“Ready to go?” Jungkook checks in as he returns, wasting no time to crouch down and pick up the crawling infant. Mira’s party. There’s no way you could go and pretend as if the birthday girl hadn’t called you ‘mama’ hours before. 

“Are you okay?” With only a few seconds of you blanking out, Jungkook was already making sure you were alright. Going to the party may not be your ideal situation but for Jungkook, and Mira of course, you would make an effort. 

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30, 40, 50, 55, 57?

Was that right? There were 57 guests gathered in Lina’s backyard to celebrate Lina’s first birthday. You bet she probably didn’t even know half of them. As much as you would love to continue to observe the function from the sidelines where you leaned against the perfectly painted white fence, Jungkook was calling you over from where he stood near the dessert table. 

It was on your way over did you finally analyze the beautifully decorated backyard. What was once a field of grass surrounded by a fence is now a partially paved, elegantly decorated birthday venue. You couldn’t tell if it was Mira’s first birthday party or a dinner for the Queen. 

The balloons and tables consist of various shades of pink and white with some accents of gold to be acknowledged throughout the tables as well. “Y/n?” It was amazing really, how you managed to go from oblivious of the décor to being so focused on it that you had completely zoned out. 

Centering your eyes on the handsome father of the birthday girl you made sure to listen to what he had to say. “You’ve been quiet since we left, are you sure okay?” His fingers gently tilted your head up to face him while his thumb delicately brushed against your cheek. A combination to make anyone weak in the knees. 

He was staring deep into your eyes. Too deep. Could he see your lies? Could he tell that you had been hiding the fact that his daughter had shared her first words with you exclusively, addressing you as her mother? Of course, he didn’t know that.

Right? 

“I’m fine, I promise.” You smile into his touch. 

--

You were not fine. Not even two hours into the party and you had already been battling your fight or flight instincts every time Lina even so-happens to look in your general direction. She had been glaring at you ever since you got here. 

Upon your arrival she wasted no time to begin complaining to Jungkook about your presence, something along the lines of ‘She wasn’t invited ‘ but of course, Jungkook made sure to make it clear that he also has a say in who the guests are. 

“Who’s ready for some cake?!” Lina announces with a bright smile to which the guests had responded passionately. You had whiplash from the entirely different persona Lina had when she was around others. Bright smiles, friendly waves and air kisses. Nothing like the teeth grinding, middle fingers and snarls she’s aimed at you in the past.  

You watched quietly from the side as Mira had been passed around the crowd until she was in her father’s arms. Jungkook strut over to the table set in the front for all to see, between Jungkook and Lina, sat Mira’s birthday cake. 

Before you knew it, the crowd had already begun to sing happy birthday, the soft glow of light from the candles gently projecting on the nearby items on the table. You couldn’t shake the discomfort you felt watching the three of them celebrate together. How genuine Lina and Jungkook’s smiles seemed while Mira babbled between them. 

They looked like such a happy family. 

A perfect family. 

Somewhere you didn’t fit in. 

You knew of the rocky relationship between Jungkook and Lina, you knew their lives weren’t as perfect as they seemed so why was it bothering you so much? Are you really this desperate to find a reason to excuse yourself from their lives? 

You really can’t commit to anything, can you? 

It was like you were fighting against your own mind. Your brain just didn’t seem to stop creating these intrusive thoughts. You subconsciously took a step back, a little further from the crowd. The longer you watched the trio celebrate upfront, the louder the voice in your head became,

‘Why are you still here? Leave.’

“You must be Y/n.” Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you fixed your gaze onto the woman before you. A few centimetres shorter than you, short dark hair with greys highlighted all throughout. With just these details alone you wouldn’t know who she was but you could match her familiar smile anywhere. 

It was the same as Jungkook's. She must be his mother. 

“Yes, that’s me.” You smile, heartbeat suddenly becoming erratic as you acknowledge the fact that you’re meeting his mother. 

“It’s so great to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She smiles once again before pulling you into a hug. You couldn’t help but notice the familiar fragrance that was emitting from her clothes. Obsidienne. The same perfume you had helped Jungkook pick out for her birthday. 

Flattered was an understatement for how you felt to know that Jungkook had been talking about you to his mother. “All good things I hope.” You say, remembering that you were Jungkook’s most problematic employee at one point. 

“I never got to thank you for the present you had given me.” Present? 

“I didn’t get-” You stuttered out your confusion but she was quick to clear it up. “Jungkook had told me that you helped him pick out the perfume.” As if a light bulb had gone off in your head, the comprehension was evident on your face. 

“You know, I was really glad to hear that Jungkook had finally put himself back in the dating game-” Dating? You and Jungkook were not dating. Not that you were offended to hear it but, that is definitely not what was going on between you two.

“Oh- we’re not-” Your objections fell on deaf ears as she continued to speak. “I was worried that after the train wreck of a relationship he had with Lina he would never fall in love again,” In love? Jungkook isn’t in love with you. Is he? God, you hope he wasn’t. 

You barely knew how you felt about the entire ordeal, hearing that he loved you would only confuse you more. “You know, I can see how happy you make my son, and I’m sure you’ll be a great mother to Mira one day-” Before she could do any more damage than she had already done you politely interrupted. 

“-Would you excuse me? I need to use the restroom.” You frantically scurried through the crowd of servers who were beginning to serve the cake and made a beeline for the bathroom. You weren’t exactly in the mood to eat right now. 

With a sharp lock of the bathroom door, you slumped against the door, chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath. Once you managed to steady your breathing you paced over to the mirror, dreading the moment you’d have to look yourself in the mirror. 

To anyone else, they’d say you looked flawless. Which you did, but to you, you could see the stress written all over your face. Tensed brows, the slight twitch of your nose every time you thought about the nightmarish conversation you just escaped from.

Dating.

Love.

Motherhood.

The perfect combination to make you queasy, and it shows. Based on the way your face was flushed in distress and the hard efforts your body was making not to pass out. You were quite literally running from your fears. 

“C’mon, you’ve been in there for 20 minutes!” You heard the irritation in someone’s voice on the other side of the door. The knocking seemed familiar as you remember that someone had knocked earlier as well. 

You couldn’t believe it had been 20 minutes already. Time flies when you’re having a total mental breakdown and maybe a slight identity crisis. 

“Have you seen Y/n anywhere?” You heard another muffled voice on the other side of the door. 

Jungkook. He was looking for you. The minute he finds you, you just know everything is going to slip out of your mouth. Including the fact that you hid Mira’s first words from him, basically abandoned his mother mid-conversation and the small, little detail that you’ve been contemplating whether or not you should completely vacate your existence from his life without a word.

“Y/n are you in there?” He was knocking on the door. Now you were really panicking. You frantically looked around for any other exits. A window. Thank god the bathroom was on the first floor. 

With ease you slid the glass pane upwards, giving you just enough space to fit through. Kicking off your heels and tossing them out first, you followed suit. The landing was not as soft as you’d hoped but at least you weren’t injured. 

Looking behind you to make sure no one had seen a thing before you slipped your heels on and scurried for the nearest bus stop. 

--

The hour bus ride was more than enough time for you to reflect on the stunt you just pulled. ‘I just jumped out a window’  Sure, it was only on the first floor but it wasn’t the most rational decision that could have been made. Startled to feel the vibration from your ringing phone, another missed call from Jungkook. 

That makes seven; along with multiple concerned texts. 

You decided it was best to just shut off your phone entirely. The more Jungkook tried to contact you, the worse you felt for completely leaving him in the dark. He has no idea what’s going on with you, but in your defence, neither do you. With a rough jerk of the bus, it rolled to its final destination. You had completely skipped town. 

You had only ever run away once before, and this is where you ended up. History repeats itself, you guess. With heavy footsteps, you walked to the only destination you knew in this city, the only person you knew. 

--

You walked up to the doors of the convenience store, one deep breath before you pulled them open. Instantly greeted by the concern of the blue-headed male working the front desk. “Uh oh. You’re back.” Taehyung wastes no time to round the counter and engulf you in a tight, bone-crushing hug. 

“Air- I can’t breathe.” You gasp dramatically as he lets go with a laugh. 

A brief moment of silence fills the empty store until he props himself to sit on the counter, “So what are you running from this time? Is it your dad again?” 

You’ve come here a handful of times between the ages of 18 and 21, driving in the late hours of the night to meet up after bad fights with your father, but you always somehow ended up being home before sunrise, but now with no expectations from your father, something tells you this visit would be a little longer than a few hours. 

“Surprisingly, no.” He seemed shocked by your denial. 

“It’s about Jungkook.” His head tilted in confusion, completely unaware of who you were talking about. His response alone was more than enough for you to realize there was a lot of material to go through if Tae was going to understand why you were here. With a heavy sigh, you hopped up onto the counter with him and began to share. 

--

Two slushies and a shared pack of gummy worms later brings you to now, where you and Taehyung sat in his car. The sun had set long ago while you were too busy talking the night away. 

“You jumped out the window, at his daughter’s first birthday party?” Tae gasps as he listens to your almost unbelievable story. “I know. It’s terrible.” Your groan, leaning your head back into the headrest, “Jungkook really is a good guy. I just didn’t know what else to do. I panicked” 

Tae snickers, “Understatement.”

“Tell me what I should do.” You ordered, ready for Taehyung to share his wisdom, but you were answered with silence. Your head slowly turned to face him, welcoming the sight of him staring at you. 

“What?” 

“You know you can’t just solve this in one day, right?” Taehyung sighs as he leans back in his seat, facing the empty parking lot behind the now-closed convenience store. 

“I-” Ready to object, you had a quick self-reflection. You completely fled the scene because of the constant jumble of emotions you put yourself through. 

“Yeah, I know.” Now it was your turn to sigh. 

Meanwhile

“The number you are calling is currently unavailable~”

With frustration Jungkook throws his phone onto the chaotically arranged blankets on his bed, the clear indication of the rough nights and little-to-no sleep he’s been getting.

It’s been 3 days.

Three days since you completely disappeared without a word. He’s driven himself crazy looking all over town for any signs of you. He even considered checking your father’s house, but he knew you wouldn’t be there. Right? You hated it there. Not even in a time like this would you want to go back. 

But he could never be too sure. That’s how he finds himself at your father’s front door. With laboured breaths, he rings the bell, disappointed to see your father open the door. “Jungkook? What brings you here?” 

“I was looking for Y/n, you haven’t seen her here by any chance have you?” He already regrets coming here when he sees the irritation evident on your father’s face. 

“Y/n? No, why. I assumed she would be staying with you.” He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Since you’re here looking for her, I can only imagine that she’s run off with her impulsivity. She’s probably gotten herself in a ditch somewhere-” 

To say that Jungkook was disgusted was an immense understatement. He heard the stories about your father, he believed everything you had to say about him, but to experience his awful character in person was an entirely different feeling. 

It was taking everything in him not to throw his fist across your father’s face.

How could someone ever say such a thing about their own child? Just the thought of you being in danger somewhere had Jungkook’s heart sinking to his stomach. 

“Keep your eyes out for a dissolution agreement from me.” Jungkook seethes as he begins to walk away. “Excuse me?” With a deep Jungkook pivots to face your enraged father. 

“I’m terminating the partnership. I’m expecting that you’ll agree to my terms unless you’d like to have the information of you abandoning your own daughter all over the headlines?” Jungkook’s warning was received with silence which he took as an agreement. 

---

“You know you can’t hide out here forever, sooner or later you’re going to have to face him,” Taehyung says casually as he rearranges the chips on their appropriate racks.

“Why not?” You groan as you let your head rest back against the freezer doors. “Don’t you think he deserves an explanation?” 

Shit. He was right. He always is. 

Jungkook deserved an explanation, an apology, he didn’t deserve you. He deserved someone better. Someone that wasn’t a liability. “You’re right.” Even though the two of you had been talking about this for the last three days, he never thought you would actually realize he was in fact correct. 

“Jungkook deserves the truth.” You say, straightening your posture as you walk towards the door. “Do you want me to take you?-” You didn’t let him finish offering before you held up your hand to politely decline. 

“You’ve done more than enough, really. I don’t know how I could ever make it up to you.” At your words, a small grin plasters across Tae’s face. He had no idea who exactly this Jungkook dude was but he must be a miracle worker. A few years ago you never would’ve been caught using such polite mannerisms. 

Not to mention you were insisting on taking the bus.

Just as you pushed the door open Taehyung thought of a way to pick you up on your offer. “Actually-” He starts, watching as you stopped in your tracks to face him. “You can make it up to me..” Your brow arching evidently at his vague words. 

“My best friend is getting married in a few months, and as his best man it’s my duty to throw him the best bachelor party possible, so where else could possibly be better than Platinum Panther. Would you mind squeezing us in for an event?”

You were a bit relieved to hear his request, knowing Tae you were worried he would’ve asked for something unrealistic and unreasonable like organizing his closet. 

---

Were your hands shaking or was the lock just not staying still? Either way, if Jungkook couldn’t hear your keys jingling violently from the other side of the door, he must be able to hear your heavy breathing. 

With a soft click, you unlocked the door and pushed it open. Nothing could have prepared you for the look on Jungkook’s face when your eyes locked with his. 

Pure shock. Then Relief. 

Suddenly his face became emotionless as you spoke your first words to him in three days. “Hi..” You could barely look him in the eyes while he couldn’t stop staring at you. 

“Wha- You-” Jungkook immediately stepped towards you, he didn’t know what to say. His brain was overheating at the vast amount of questions he could ask you but one was far more important than the rest, “Are you okay?”  

It’s the moments like this when you have to ask yourself if Jungkook was a real human being. The fact the first thing he asks you is if you’re okay and doesn’t completely blow up in your face as one usually would.

It was now or never. You had to tell Jungkook. Everything. 

“I-” Just as you were about to speak, you realized what you were about to say wouldn’t suffice. You were planning on telling him about the events that took place on Mira’s birthday that pushed you to run away, but even you knew you couldn’t do that. 

How could you blame his mother for simply conversing with you, what if she was genuinely just trying to be nice? You’re sure she didn’t mean to scare you off, besides, how could she have known that you were a major flight risk. 

All your life you’ve been blaming others for your shortcomings simply because you never wanted to confront the fact that you have issues of your own just like everyone else, but today you weren’t going to pin it on someone else. You wanted to own up to it. 

Jungkook deserved an explanation, not an excuse. 

With a deep breath, you began to speak, “I’m sorry if I worried you. I’ve never been good with feelings which is why I ran off so suddenly.” You walked towards the living room and took a seat as Jungkook followed suit.

“Before we left for Mira’s party, while you had gone to the car and you left me with Mira, she said her first word...” You gulp hard when Jungkook’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head, “She called me mama, and I freaked out.” 

“Not that it’s a bad thing, I was just scared about what that meant. I didn’t know if I could do this whole thing long-term, I’ve never done it before--” Jungkook’s brows furrowed before he finally spoke up, “You didn’t know if you could do what?”

“This. Us. I really like you Jungkook, but it's not fair to you if I just run with my emotions anytime I feel like it. You deserve someone who can-” You didn’t notice the tears that welled in your eyes, not used to being so open to someone about your feelings.

“No, no. Don’t say that. Don’t tell me what I do and don’t deserve, okay?” With swiftness, Jungkook had seated himself closer to you, placing his hand over yours; the noticeable difference in size sinking in for the first time. 

“I’m not perfect Y/n, I make mistakes too. We all do. I don’t blame you for following your emotions. You needed time to clear your head and I get that..” His sentence went unfinished. You could feel the ‘but’ coming. 

“But-” There it was. 

“Those days that you were gone, when I was so stuck inside my head, I kept asking myself ‘what if she never comes back? What if she’s gone for good?” He shares the insight of his thoughts. “It broke me, Y/n.”

Those words alone were enough to have your stomach twisting in guilt. As if you weren’t feeling bad enough, you noticed that your eyes weren’t the only ones that had been holding back tears. 

“I kept seeing you in my head, every minute throughout the day. It was torturous when I had to consider the fact those could’ve been the only things I had left of you. I won’t force you to make a decision now, but I just can’t handle knowing what it’s like to have you in my life and for you to leave again. I can’t take it.”

There was so much to take in. You hadn't realized that those tears you so desperately tried to contain had already rolled down your cheeks. 

You knew this was going to happen. Could you blame him? Of course, you were going to have to make up your mind eventually. You couldn’t have one foot in and one foot out and you knew that.  

You’ve made mistakes in life. A lot. You gave up too easy, on everything. Never put up with anything once it got hard, just as your father always said, but he was wrong. Ballet and Soccer were mere trends to you, nothing of importance so why bother with either of them if you didn’t care.

What your father never acknowledged was your passion. Proven hundreds of times throughout the course of your life, the way you both constantly fought over your freedom because it was important to you. 

You knew some things were worth fighting for, and Jungkook wasn’t an exception. It would undoubtedly be your biggest mistake and your biggest regret if you never tried to make things work; and just like that, you had your answer.

“I want to try.” 

Jungkook could have never anticipated the amount of relief he felt at your words. Of course, he would respect whatever decision you made but he just likes hearing this one so much more. He couldn’t help but smile to which you returned. 

 He noticed your slightly puzzled face. Unsure of what to call this relationship anymore. You lived together, you also worked together and have slept together...

 “We don’t have to label anything right now, we’ll take it one step at a time.” He reassures you, always making sure you're comfortable. Yeah, you’re confident in your decision. 

----

The moon sat high in the night sky above the city that had long fallen asleep hours ago, but not you, no. Your brain had pulled you awake when you realized something. 

You missed Jungkook’s Birthday. 

You remember that he had mentioned finding out that Lina had given birth the night before his birthday, and it only just clicked that it had passed three days ago, but you were too busy being MIA to have realized. 

Now the question was what to get him?

Was it too soon to get him a present? No? Friends get friends each other gifts all the time, just because you don’t exactly have a label for your relationship doesn’t mean you’re not friends. 

Jungkook’s rich. What wouldn’t he have already that he couldn’t get himself? You sat up, looking around the dark guest room in hopes that the answer would somehow reveal itself to you. 

You know what? You should sleep on it. 

--

Today was your first day back at work after who knows how long. Safe to say nothing has changed. You’re a little relieved to be back, happy to know there’s still some consistency in life. 

Your break had started like any other; with you leaving 5 the coat-check 5 minutes earlier than you’re supposed to and sitting on the couch in Jungkook’s office while he tends to the larger than usual amount of paperwork on his desk, but still manages to multitask a friendly conversation with you. 

This was as good a chance as any to dig for ideas on what to get him for his birthday. “So what are your hobbies?” You were never the best at verbal transitions, this was proof of that, but Jungkook didn’t seem to mind as he simple laughed, taking a moment to look up at you with a confused smile. “What?” 

“Y’know? Your hobbies? Outside of owning a club and being a dad, what do you like to do?” He immediately looked back down again and continued writing, “ M'Not sure.” He mumbles. Maybe you were reading too far into things but did Jungkook just shut down on you? 

“There must be something, you’re interested in?” You moved to sit on one of the chairs in front of his desk. In a fleeing manner, he began to restack his papers and begin filing them away from you. “I don’t have any hobbies.” His voice had gone cold as he faced away from you, shelving the portfolios. 

You were left speechless. You had never seen him act like this. Maybe he was just stressed about something- Before you could even get another second to ponder his unusual mood there was a great disturbance barging into his office, unannounced, yet again. 

“Lina, what are you doing here?” Jungkook was not pleased to see his ex prancing into his workspace at this time of day. The woman in question parked the stroller right in front of his desk so that Mira was facing the wooden base. 

“What? Is there something wrong with the real mother of your child being here?” 

Oh.

 With her precise choice of words, you quickly understood what this was about.” Jungkook rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the surge of stress that coursed through his body at the sound of Lina’s voice. 

“What are you going on about this time?” He sighs as he sits back down behind his desk, not before making a pleasant face towards his daughter who so, unfortunately, had to be caught in the middle of such an unpleasant conversation. 

“I just got your text, Jungkook. Regarding Mira’s first words.” Lina seethes, even though he had sent it last night. “Yeah.” He says, not entirely sure what he should say.

“How could you be so calm when you’re living with a fraud! Your daughter doesn’t know who her own mother is! Instead, she’s calling this whore her mother.” Her yells seemed to have amplified in your ears, ringing violently in your head. 

“That’s enough of you.” Immediately Jungkook had stood back up, his hands coming down with a smack onto the surface. “How many times have I told you to stop calling Y/n names, you’re acting like a fu-” Jungkook noticeably remembers that Mira is in the room and tries to filter his words. “You’re acting like a child. You need to stop coming to my office just to drop her off whenever it benefits you. Maybe then she would call you her mother if you actually spent time with her.” 

Lina wasn’t the only one left speechless by Jungkook today. You were forced to stay silent and just watch the interaction go down. “Okay but, Maria just told me there’s a blowout sale downtown, 80% of everything, so I just need you to watch Mira-” 

You were almost frightened to see the dark look Jungkook had given her. “No.” 

As if she wasn’t expecting him to object, she had been halfway out the door when the words reached her ears. “What?” She looked over her shoulder before completely turning around to face him in complete disbelief. 

“What? Surprised that I’m not letting you walk out on her again? So you better figure out a way to shop online.” Each of his words caught her more off guard than the last. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. For the last year, Jungkook had let her walk all over him. He would drop his responsibilities for her with a smile on his face. 

What you saw was anything but a smile on his face as he watched Lina slowly pull the stroller out of the room. You could see the weight of the situation sitting on his shoulders, he looked like he was about to collapse. “Are you oka-” You couldn’t even get the words out before he cut you off. 

“You should go back out there.” He seats himself back down with an audible sigh. “What? But my break isn’t over-” Jungkook checks his watch briefly as he started working on the next stack of papers. “Maybe you should spend it in the staff room then.” This was not the Jungkook you were used to. Something was wrong. 

“But I always spend my breaks in here...” Your voice got quieter towards the end of your sentence as the confusion sunk in. You had no idea what was wrong. He was fine just yesterday. “I have a lot of paperwork to get through today, Y/n.” 

You knew if you stayed in any longer you would both just get irritated, so it was best you left now. Maybe he was mad because you forgot his birthday?

---

For the rest of the day, your mind wondered what could have possibly happened in the last 24 hours to now to have flipped a switch in him. 

Was it you? Was he regretting this whole thing? Did he want you to leave? You must’ve been suffocating him. Living with him, and seeing him at work. No wonder he was so annoyed. 

You should give him some space.

---

And you did. 

A lot of space. 

Two weeks' worth of space. 

You wouldn’t have thought that you were capable of such a thing. Jungkook was basically the only person you talked to frequently, without him you just texted old friends whom you never really paid attention to before now, and babbled with Mira if that counts. 

Of course, Jungkook still talked to you, just not as much as he talked on the phone. Every day for the last two weeks, he’s been working non-stop. If he wasn’t on the phone, he was signing papers. You wondered how he could even sleep at night without hearing the phantom sounds of the phone ringing because it was sure as hell was driving you insane. 

It was moments like these that you’ve grown to favour the most over the last two weeks. The moments he’d spend taking care of Mira. Feeding her, Playing with her, watching the both of them lay on their backs on the floor and converse deeply about world philosophies and the colours of the rainbow. These were the only times you could recognize the old Jungkook. Not the one who doesn’t bat an eye at the fact you haven’t even bothered to have lunch with him anymore.

You’ve actually been... working during your shifts. You never thought the day would come. Worst of all. You still haven’t found what to get him for his birthday. At this point, it was looking a little better to just wait until Christmas. 

There was nothing good to get him. You’ve thought of every possible expensive option and none of them seemed good enough. You just wanted it to have some positive effect on him. God knows he could use some positivity right now.

--

Yet another day behind the coat-check desk. Watching as everyone passed you by. Until a particularly large group of construction workers did, in fact, pass you by. But not empty-handed, oh no. They walked right past you with a 4 by 8 feet sign with the club's name on it, and they were headed straight for Jungkook’s office. 

Barely 10 minutes had passed before they were walking back outside with it.

You’re nosey. Always have been, always will be. Your feet had a mind of their own when they led you to Jungkook’s office questioning him about the group of men you had just seen.  

“What are you talking about?” He looks up from the stack of papers on his desk. It was like the pile was growing every day. “The guys who just walked in here with a sign that said, Platinum Panther? Really? Doesn’t ring a bell?” He blinked at you confused. He seemed so out of it today. The bags under his squinting eyes said enough. 

“Oh- You mean the construction crew? Yeah, what about them?” 

“What were they doing with your sign?” You watched as he leaned back in his chair and dropped his pen down to the desk. “It’s for the new club. I’m opening up another Platinum Panther across town. They were coming by to get my approval for the sign.” Once again, you were at a loss for words. This was a big deal, “You never told me this?” Your hands subconsciously placed themselves on your hips. 

“Didn’t I? I feel like I’ve mentioned it before.” He shrugs, running a hand through his already slightly dishevelled hair before going back to signing his papers. You simply left after that, clearly, you weren’t going to get any more conversation from him right now.

--

Bold. You were bold to still be looking for a birthday present nearly three weeks after it's passed, but you know what? You were determined to find something for him. That’s how you found yourself in the middle of yet another high-end store. That makes 7 since you’ve gotten to the mall. 

You’ve looked at everything from hats to watches to silverware and shoes. Most people would’ve given up by now. But you refused to leave until you found something-- instead, you found someone. 

“Mrs. Jeon?” You say hesitantly as you try to identify the woman in your aisle of the furniture store. “Y/n!” She had wasted no time moving towards you, greeting you with a warm hug and smile. “My goodness, where did you run off to at Mira’s party, I had been looking for you.” 

Boy, isn't that quite the story to tell, but maybe another day? 

“Ah- I wasn’t feeling so well. Sorry about leaving so suddenly.” Technically your words weren’t untrue. You in fact did not feel well, mentally, which is just as important as your physical health. 

“What brings you here? Are you moving out?” She questions your presence in this particular furniture store. “Actually, I’ve been looking for something to get Jungkook since I had missed his birthday, but I’m not sure what to get...Do you know anything he’s interested in? Like his hobbies?” 

It was almost like your words pulled out a fond memory from her brain. “You know, he’s very good at art. Ever since he was young, all he would ask for was a paintbrush, not even a canvas, he would find something to paint on regardless.” The way she spoke softly and with warmth about Jungkook’s childhood almost made you wish that you could see some of his past works. 

“Do you know if he still paints?” You were desperate to know, refusing to leave empty-handed. “Now that you mention it, I’m not sure-” His mother quickly turned around at the sound of her name being called by one of her fellow friends who must’ve accompanied her.

“Oh- well I’ve got to run. It was a pleasure seeing you again.” She smiles once more before she walks out of sight and past the large wall full of paintings. Each one was more beautiful than the last. Some consist of cherry blossoms, the others resembling that of a beach getaway. Oh, what you wouldn’t do to go on vacation just for a second. 

And just like that, you knew what to get Jungkook. 

--

It was all going according to plan, Lina had Mira for the weekend, You had somehow managed to bribe the contractors to leave Jungkook alone just for the next two days. “Y/n? Why are all the lights off?” That was the first thing Jungkook asked once he came inside, with ease he turned on the lights as he dropped his keys down on the surface near the front door. 

He nearly leaped out of his skin at the sight of you standing in front of him with a cupcake in hand. “What’s all this?” He gestures to the two suitcases behind you. “It’s a long-overdue birthday present. I felt bad that I missed it.” With ease, you pulled out the lighter from your pocket and lit the candle despite the length of your acrylics. Just like you had practiced hours before.

“Make a wish.” You held up the cupcake towards him, the soft glow accenting the smile that came across his face. You had barely even started and you were starting to see him relax a little more. “You know you don’t have to do this-” 

“Just shut up and blow out the candle.” You insist, watching him close his eyes briefly to make a wish and blow it out. You let him hold on to the dessert before he soon ate it as you attempted to drag the suitcases out the door. 

“Aren’t you going to help me?” You question the man who simply watched you struggle to move the luggage. “Not unless you tell me where we’re going.” With silence, you continued to move them on your own.

Before Jungkook could get his hands on the keys, you had snatched them up from the table. “I’m driving.” You grin as you grip the keys in your hands. “Not in my car you’re not.” He objects, reaching for the keys out of your hand but you quickly dodged him. “Why not? I’m a good driver. I would take my own car but my dad still has it since legally it’s his.” Your eyes roll at the thought of your precious car just sitting there, unused. 

“Because I don’t know how you drive.” Jungkook reasons, “Are you implying that I’m a bad driver?” Your hand lands on your hip while you grip the keys in the other. In the mood for messing with him. “No- I’m not-” He quickly tried to take back his words but you were having too much fun, “Tell me, Jungkook. Do you think I’m a bad driver because I’m a woman? You think you’re just a better driver than me because you have a dick between your legs?” You swung the keys around on your finger.

This conversation reminds you of the same one you had in his car when you agreed to help him find presents for his mother months ago. Jungkook was at such a loss of words he could cry, “I’m just kidding, but seriously. I’m driving.” You state before leaving him inside and making your way for the car. 

---

You drove far out of town just to get here, so you’re really hoping Jungkook has a good time. He must’ve been tired from working so hard for the last- who knows how long. He had even fallen asleep in the car. Always a good sign to a driver.

“I’ll admit. You’re a pretty good driver.” He admitted with a nonchalant attitude. “I know. You were sleeping like a baby” You grin as he helped you take out the luggage from the trunk. “Debatable.” He mumbles as he followed you inside, watching you sign in with the front desk lady with pure adoration in his eyes.

Sometimes he wonders how he got so lucky. You really were something special. Who else does he know that would’ve gotten him a birthday present weeks after it passed? The fact that you had remembered was more than enough for him.

“I hope the room looks good-” You mumble under your breath, you unlock the door and push it open. It was breathtaking. “Holy shit.” Jungkook curses as you walk in. It was fucking massive. You knew that you asked for the biggest room they had but you had no idea just how big it was. 

“Is that a Jacuzzi?” Jungkook questions in pure awe. He’d seen many of those in his lifetime, but never in a hotel room. He made sure to lock the door behind him as the two of you made your way around the area. The bed was huge, the TV was huge, and the view-- 

God, you could talk about the view until the day you die. The balcony overlooked the vast area of trees which were scattered with lights between them which almost resembled fireflies from up here. It wasn’t your everyday sight which is why it was so much more special, besides you knew Jungkook had a thing for the outdoors, and you did not. At least this way there's a healthy medium.

“It’s amazing.” Jungkook sounded breathless as he spoke. “It really is..” You agreed before you both began to settle your things down. “You seriously didn’t have to do all this.” Jungkook insists as his hands place themselves on your waist, his eyes looking down into yours with nothing but affection. 

“I know, but I wanted to.” You smile as he leaned down to drop a peck to your lips, “-And what Y/n wants, Y/n gets.” He grins before kissing you once more, this time a little more passionately than the last before you both inevitably pull away. 

“Do you mind if I shower first?” Jungkook checks in as he gestures to the bathroom. You agreed as you watched him take his stuff inside. You could already see a significant difference in his mood. Maybe getting him out of his work environment really was the best decision. 

Soon Jungkook had returned and it was your turn to partake in your nightly routine.

The both of you lay under the covers, snuggled in each other's warmth. You assumed Jungkook was sleeping but to your surprise, he was not. “What are you thinking about?” He asks. “How do you know I’m thinking about something?” You pull your head off his chest slightly to see him better. 

“Because I can hear you grinding your teeth.” He chuckles, sitting up with you. 

“So what is it?” You look at him as he asks you to share what’s on your mind. You’re afraid to say it based on how he reacted to it the other day but there’s no harm in trying right?

“The other day, when I asked you about your hobbies.. you sort of.. shutdown? I don’t know if the question was too personal or maybe you were just stressed with work at the time but-”

“I was.” He groans as he rubs his face in his hands, exhausted just thinking about that day. 

“Ever since I got the ‘go-ahead’ for the expansion a few weeks ago I’ve just been working non-stop.” It sounded like an excuse at first until he looked back up at you. 

“But that doesn’t justify how I spoke to you, and I really am sorry.” There’s no way you could possibly stay unaffected by his sincerity. You gently placed your hands on the side of his face, “All is forgiven,” You say, punctuating your sentence with a loving kiss to his plush lips. 

“You know, I do miss eating with you at lunch,” Jungkook states suggestively but you were gonna make him work for it. “Yeah? So?” Your brow arches as you leaned back against the headboard. 

“You’re gonna make me say it aren’t you?” You grin. “Of course I am.” 

“Will you eat lunch with me again?” He leans forwards so that his face was mere inches from yours. “Why should I? You know, I’m a very busy woman. My time is valuable.” Your arms crossed involuntarily, you were just having fun with him at this point. 

“Because I sign your paychecks-” Your jaw dropped, a squeak leaving your mouth at his bold statement to which he immediately laughs, “I’m just kidding. But I'm serious when I say I miss talking to you, I enjoy your company. You made everything seem so much easier.” He pleads, holding your hands in his. 

With an exaggerated sigh and an expression to show you were considering his offer, “I suppose I could squeeze you in my schedule.” You giggle as he rolled his eyes at your passive response. “You’re too kind.” The sarcasm rolled off his tongue so naturally. 

“I ran into your mom the other day,” You start but he immediately winces at the sentence, “A good interaction I hope?” You nod. “I learned that you are quite the Picasso-” As if it was a reflex, Jungkook pulled himself away from you, now sitting further away from you than before. 

“No- I don’t paint anymore.” There was that cold tone again. 

“Yeah, I know- But why?” You could sense his irritation rise with your question.

“I just don’t.” 

“There must be a reason-” You’re not sure which nerve you hit but it seemed to have been enough to get Jungkook to snap. With wide eyes you watched him get up from the bed- “Because I had a kid, okay?” His voice was riddled with guilt. 

“What..?” You knew you should’ve just left the conversation at that but how could you? 

With a heavy breath, he dropped himself back down on the bed, laying on his back as he faced the ceiling. “So, to answer your question, yes, I had hobbies. Dozens at one point." You stayed quiet, letting him get it off his chest.

“I liked trying new things. I had hobbies, and painting was my favourite, but I gave them all up after Mira was born. Anytime Lina would drop her off unexpectedly I was forced to put my hobbies aside, then the club got popular and before I knew it I just stopped completely. It’s terrible, I know. What kind of a person blames such a thing on their kid.” 

You took the silence between you to speak, “Mira’s not the one inconveniencing you. Parenting shouldn’t be about secretly missing your old life, you should be able to share such beautiful interests with your child, but how are you supposed to do that when Lina never gives you the chance to prepare?” 

You didn’t want to overstep in their relationship, but from what you’ve seen, Lina constantly bombards Jungkook with her responsibilities, and clearly, it’s affected him. “I know. We said we would work out a schedule, we didn’t want it to get messy but I think I need a lawyer.” Woah. 

“You’re not gonna try and put her in jail or anything right?” Jungkook laughs at your taken-back expression, “No, Y/n. I think it’s time we just get some agreements on paper.” Another period of silence came between you.

“And what about you?” You check-in.

“What about me?” He shrugs, before sitting upright.

“You’re always making sure everyone else is taken care of and accounted for. So, now I’m asking you. Are you okay?” 

“Yeah. You know what, I think I am. Especially now that those contractors have left me alone. I might even try picking up one of my old hobbies.” Your smile stretches from ear to ear as you leapt for your suitcase. “I was hoping you’d say that.” You pulled out a gift bag that you somehow managed to fit into your stuffed suitcase. 

“Another present?” 

“Just open it.” You rush him as he removes the tissue paper from the top to reveal what was at the bottom. Unable to control his smile as he pulled out the 8 x10 canvas and palette, along with the few paintbrushes. “You don’t give up do you?” 

“Never.” 

---

This is how you wish you could wake up every morning, Nothing else in sight but Jungkook and his bare torso sleeping soundly as you stared out the window overlooking the rising sun over the trees. 

You decided to get a head start on the day, being the first one to get in the shower. It was unusual for you to be up before Jungkook but you could only imagine how tired he was. 

By the time you had finished everything you needed to the man was still sleeping. You were hoping that the two of you could go downstairs and make it in time for their breakfast buffet but that window was quickly closing as the time approached 10 am and the sun rose higher with each passing minute. 

You decided you’d go for a little walk around the resort and come back a little later. You weren’t too surprised to see that by now Jungkook was fully awake, seeming that he had already showered and everything. 

His head snapped up the second he heard the door click open, “Hey, you didn’t take your phone with you. I was trying to call you.” You kicked your heels off at the door and made your way over to Jungkook who sat on the bed, clad in the casual clothes you’d picked out for him. 

As much as you loved seeing him in those expensive suits, there was something so relaxing and perfect about the way he looked when he was in his everyday attire. Nothing fancier than a dress shirt and jeans. 

“I know, I realized that.” You murmur as you leant against the window in front of him, blocking some of the sunlight that beamed in his direction. “Where did you go?” He outstretches his hand for you to hold, not knowing he’d pull you down to the bed with him. 

“I just went for a walk.” You spoke softly as the two of you lay on the bed with little room left between. “I thought you said you wanted to have breakfast before you roamed?” Jungkook questions your unplanned actions. 

“I did, but you weren’t awake, so I went for the walk instead.” Instantly the brunette sat up, checking his watch. “Oh my god, it’s almost 11:30. You missed breakfast because I slept in?” He felt guilty, and you could tell. 

“I wasn’t that hungry-” He knows you, he knows you never skipped breakfast. Lunch? Maybe, but never breakfast. That’s how you found yourselves dining in the closed restaurant. Did Jungkook pay extra to let you both in even though they weren’t reopening until Dinner time? Yes, because to him, you were worth it.

---

You hated how fast the weekend had flown past you, but it was safe to say it was successful. You had never seen Jungkook so relaxed, so carefree. He was smiling more. You weren’t sure if it was because he was away from work or Lina, maybe both but you were glad he got a chance to relax.

“Did you turn it on?” Your voice rings throughout the hotel room from the bathroom as Jungkook worked on turning on the Jacuzzi. Did you mention the jacuzzi was also huge? Not to mention it only looked bigger when two people were inside compared to the 8 people that could fit. 

“If I wanted to sit in here alone, I would’ve gone home and taken a bath.” You roll your eyes at Jungkook’s sarcastic comments. “I’m almost done!” You notify him as you adjusted the bathing suit around your hips. This is the first and last time you wear such an elaborate swimsuit. It had so many holes, you didn’t know if it was for your arms or your legs, but you managed to figure it out. 

His eyes were drawn to you the minute you stepped out of the bathroom. You were the only thing he could think of. Could you blame him? He’s never felt the way he feels about you with anyone else. His infatuation and adoration for you are immeasurable. Every time you walk into the room he’s left breathless, wanting nothing but to have his hands all over you. 

“I look that good huh?” The corner of your lips pulled upwards as you gently lifted his jaw. Taking a dip in the warm water sitting beside him, surrounded by the bubbling jets. “You look incredible.” He hums, barely letting your ass touch the seat before his hands found place on your hips, pulling you over to straddle his lap. 

“Good, because this was impossible to put on.” Your smiles looked too happy, too pleasant to be real, but they were. “It looks so good on you, but I bet it’d look even better off.” His voice had dropped an octave with his obscene words before you felt him pepper kisses at your neck.

“Ah- ah- ah. It took forever to put this one, I’m not going to have you rip it to pieces in 5 minutes.” You object, placing your hands on his chest to push away from him but his hands on your hips tightened, not wanting you to get off his lap just yet, appreciating the closeness. 

“I know you’ve always loved going all out, but you really outdid yourself this weekend, you didn’t have-” Jungkook sounded like a broken record. “-But I didn’t have to, I know. Jungkook, but I wanted to. Just let your girlfriend spoil you for a change.” Your arms draped themselves around his neck, but you thought you had hurt him from his wide eyes. 

“What? What’s wrong-” Now you were the one caught off-guard as you felt Jungkook gently grab your face to pull you into a heated kiss that you welcomed with openly. “So you’re my girlfriend now?” Jungkook throws your words back at you with a smirk to which you immediately felt your cheeks flush. 

You hadn’t even realized what you had said until he pointed it out. “If you want me to be.” You say, not sure where to look right now. What if he said no-

“Of course I do.” 

Oh.

And just like that. The hard work you had put into getting in the bathing had gone to waste. It never stood a chance against Jungkook’s hands to begin with. 

---

With your bare bodies tangled beneath the covers, every part of your body aching from the works you had just been put through, but it was perfect. Everything you did with Jungkook was perfect. While in his head he was thinking the same thing. You were perfect. You're everything he ever wanted and never knew he needed in a person.

You both stared at each other in comfortable silence, “So how does it feel being 27?” You gently brush the hair out of his eyes. Simply admiring everything your thumb strokes across. Starting with his cheeks 

“It feels the same as being 26, I just know that I’m a year older.” He laughs softly as your thumb trails down to his lips, gently pulling at the plump flesh of his lower lip. “What’s something you want to see more of this year?” Your question was genuine, curious as to what he'd like to do this year, but he's a guy.

“You naked.” Your hand immediately dropped from his lips in pure shock before they placed themselves over your own. Does this man never tire? You had just gone three rounds around the hotel room, the jacuzzi, then the shower and he couldn’t resist the third round since ‘third time’s a charm’. 

And it was. 

-----

As much as you were enjoying the weekend, all good things must come to an end. And you could only dread going to work for so long. At least you could look forward to your break. 

As per usual you tapped out from your shift 5 minutes earlier than you were supposed to so you could get to Jungkook’s office earlier. He looked more concentrated than usual so you hesitated before entering but Jungkook had signalled for you to come inside anyway. 

“What’d you get this time?” You inquired about Jungkook’s lunch selection for the both of you. “Your favourite” You didn’t like the way he said the words, you peeked into the brown bag on the corner of his desk. You felt your mouth salivate at the sight of those famous wrappers. It was from the same burger place Jungkook had taken you all those months ago. 

Of course, you still couldn’t admit to him that this was your favourite. “I mean, they’re okay. Nothing special.” You shrugged, carelessly dropping your hand into the bag to reach for one of the items but Jungkook was faster to snatch the bag towards him. 

“Since they’re just okay, I suppose I could just give it away to someone who would appreciate the perfection of these burgers.” This was a sick sick game he was playing. He was gonna make you say it. “No- no. I- I like them.” Satisfied since he knew that was the most he’d get out of you, he handed you back the bag with a smug face. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You mumble under your breath as you unravel the meal. “Sorry, what was that?” Jungkook leans forward for you to repeat what you said even though he heard you loud and clear. “Nothing. Just go back to work.” You dismiss before seating yourself in front of his desk.

It was only now that you took a moment to acknowledge the replica on his desk that seemed to have been encapsulating so much of Jungkook’s attention before you walked in. 

“What’s that?” You jutted your chin to the structure that sat on his desk. “It’s a 3D version of the new club,” He spun it around so that you could see the other side, and it was so elaborately detailed. It looked even better than this one, and you didn’t think that was possible. 

Your brows furrowed as you noticed one empty room. “Wait why is this area empty? What’s supposed to be there?” You pointed to the vacant space on the second floor. “It’s the champagne room, but the designer quit on me last minute before they got to it, so now I’m not sure how to finish it.” 

“A champagne room? That’s new. You don’t have one here.” You point out the obvious. “Hence why it will be at the new one. It would give the dancers a chance to get some extra pay.” He reasons before spinning the replica back around to face him as you took another bite from your lunch, waiting to swallow before you spoke again, “You know, it’d be good if you stuck with that luxurious décor in the champagne room, maybe with some neon to bring a sense of life to the room.”

As if a lightbulb had gone off in his head Jungkook’s gaze bore into you like a drill. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”  

“Your dad showed me your resumé when he had first asked me to get you a job here, you majored in interior design didn’t you?” Jungkook recalls when he had taken a look at your qualifications months ago. 

“Yeah but I hated it.” You mumbled, but Jungkook would pretend he didn’t hear it. “You should design the champagne room.” He suggests, and you couldn’t lie. You got a little excited at his proposal. 

You hated studying décor, but transforming such a space with so much potential was basically a makeover, and who didn’t love a good makeover. “Okay. I can do that." You smile before asking your next question, "So I’m like your business partner now? Do I get that designated parking space like you do?” Now you were going in over your head. Jungkook laughs, “You don’t even have a car.” Jungkook laughs.

“Think of it as a temporary job for now-” You weren’t surprised that your conversation had been interrupted by Jungkook’s ringtone. Must be those damned contractors-- or maybe not? 

Jungkook’s expression had dropped so suddenly it genuinely worried you. “This is a fucking joke.” Were the first words to slip past his lips once he hung up. “What’s wrong? Is something delayed?” You knew one of the worst things when trying to expand was something being delayed, which has a butterfly effect and just delays the whole opening process.

“Lina just got arrested. She was caught shoplifting, and it’s not the first time. She was caught with over six thousand dollars worth of purses and jewelry in her car. ” 

That’s terrible, impressive, but terrible. 

“She’s facing up to 4 years,” Jungkook adds as he gets back to work

You stood up but Jungkook sat down. “Aren’t you gonna go see her?” 

“Where? Behind bars where I said she would end up if she kept up her theft streak? No way. I’ll go another day. Thank god Mira’s with my parents today.” You couldn’t believe how calm he was right now. You knew they didn’t get along well if not at all, but you were expecting him to be even a little concerned. 

Then again, when you thought about it. With Lina out of the picture for a little bit, it really does solve a lot of problems, but you still felt bad for her. “No- don’t make that face.” Jungkook points a finger at you accusingly. 

“What face?” 

“Your pity face. Don’t feel bad for her. She got herself into this mess.” Jungkook reminds you as he aggressively flips the page of his files. “But what about Mira. That’s her mother. Hypothetically speaking if Lina does plead guilty which she probably will then what? She’s just gonna miss all of Mira’s big moments for the next 2 to 4 years? Her birthdays, her first day of daycare, her playdates?” You try to reason with him, looking for even a little sympathy. 

“Exactly. You would think that her own mother would consider the things she would be giving up if she kept doing what she did even after being warned. But no. She still did it anyways. She made her bed, now she has to lie in it.”

It sounded like he was being mean but he had a point, that not even you could argue with. 

---

The next memorable moment came a little sooner than anticipated. With Lina unable to watch Lina anymore and Jungkook being busier than ever with the expansion there was no one to watch her. 

Of course, he could leave her with his parents but they were getting old, the whole point of having kids was watching them grow up. He didn’t want them to feel like they had another responsibility. Even you had thought about offering to watch her, but you don’t even know how to change a diaper. It would be a nightmarish experience, and you'd hate to mess up.

“Daddy loves you so much, okay?” Jungkook reassures the 1-year old in his arms for the hundredth time as she reached out to play with his hair. She merely nodded before swinging her head to the side, making awkward eye contact with the ECE who seemed to be more than used to this first-day routine. 

You simply stood quietly on the sidelines. Jungkook said he would be strong enough to send her off alone but it had been 15 minutes so you decided to join him and see just what exactly was going on. 

Those damn workers love ruining a special moment and now was no exception as Jungkook’s phone rang in his pocket. 

Jungkook supported the baby effortlessly against his chest with one hand while he took a look at the time. He was very late for a meeting he was supposed to have at the new venue. “Daddy’s gonna be in trouble if he doesn’t leave now, so you’re gonna stay with this nice lady and meet a lot of new people okay?” He says as he let the lady take Mira from his arms. 

“Bye~” He waves to his daughter with a pained smile as she mimicked his words back to him before she was taken inside- Was he crying. “Are you-” He wiped the tears from his eyes before you had a chance to properly see them. “No, I’m not. It’s just cold outside. C’mon, let’s go.” He insists before walking back to the car. 

--

You were never shy to admit just how fine of a man Jungkook was. Who could deny such a person? Broad shoulders, perfectly sculpted abs with legs crafted by the gods themselves, not to mention the perfection of his cut jawline with the most handsome face to pair. That’s why this outfit was driving you up the wall. 

Dress pants that were just tight enough to tease the definition of his muscular thighs along with a black turtle neck that was maybe even a little too tight and left little to the imagination of what lay underneath. Spoiler alert: big pecks and a six-pack. 

As if you weren’t suffering enough, Jungkook had insisted on helping some of the movers move around the boxes of furniture that were being delivered throughout the day, you watched with foam forming at the corners of your mouth as Jungkook rolled up the sleeved of his sweater, revealing the various designs of ink on his right forearm. Is this.. heaven? 

You were so busy thinking about Jungkook you hadn’t even realized he was making his way towards you. “You okay? You look a little hot, do you need something to drink?” He places his hand on your upper arm giving it what was supposed to be a comforting squeeze but only elicited sparks to run through you and heat to flush your cheeks. 

Repeatedly shaking your head letting him know you were fine. Just being near him had your brain short-circuiting and your heart running laps. “You ready to see the not-so-finished champagne room?” You agreed, initiating for Jungkook to take your hand in his as he led you upstairs to said room. 

A little distracted, you watched as he unlocked the door with one of the many keys that were looped around the keyring. With a little more force than necessary for the average door, it had been pushed open. 

Dust. That was all you could see for the first minute after the room was revealed. 

“The building used to be a library back in the 50′s but it closed down ages ago and hasn’t been used in decades,” Jungkook says, which explains the boxes of books that were being exported during the weeks prior to this one. “This room is massive.” Your words proved true, as it was the equivalent to the size of a small ballroom. 

“I know, it’s great. We can fit in two bars, one on each side of the room. It’s convenient as one of our sponsors owns a vineyard. This way we can use their financial endorsement to both benefit the club and even sell some of their products.” 

“Y/n?” He looks down to you when he was missing any form of contribution to the conversation from you. You swear you were listening, but it’s Jungkook, and he just looks so fucking good today, and you loved it when he got all business-y when he was with you. 

“If you wanted to fuck you should’ve said something.” Absolute terror was evident on your face at his obscene words while you tried not to explode at the heat underneath his fingertips as they brushed the strands of hair from your face. You were incapable of forming coherent sentences, “H-how-” 

“Oh, sweet Y/n. Do you think I haven’t seen that look on you before? Face all flushed, shallow breathing, bedroom eyes.” The last part almost came out like a purr, rolling off his tongue in seduction as he watched you fall apart under his touch. His other hand dropped down to hold you securely at your waist, “Just let me know if you wanna get outta here for a minute and-” 

“I wanna get out of here.” You wasted no time and had little to no shame left in you to care about how desperate it may have come out. 

That day you could check off fucking in the back of his car off your list.

Fortunately, it wouldn’t be the last time it happened either. 

--

“How’s it feel being 24?” Those were Jungkook’s first words aimed at you the moment you had made your way down the stairs, the same ones you had asked him at the hotel. You were shocked but not surprised to see the kitchen table completely covered with gift bags. “Are these all for me?” You tried to sound surprised you did, but you couldn’t hide it. “You know they are.” Jungkook smiles as he welcomes your hug with open arms. 

“Happy Birthday.” He mumbles into the crook of your neck before reaching behind his back and revealing a small black box. You stepped back cautiously, he wasn’t gonna propose, was he... 

“Here, open it.” He tossed it to you-- This was too informal to be a proposal, so you were able to drop your shoulders a bit as you fondled with the box in your hands. Flicking the top open, unable to believe what you were seeing. You thought you’d never see it again. 

You took it out of the box holding it with the tips of your freshly done nails. 

Car keys. 

Your car keys.

You recognized them anywhere by the customized keyring and keys. “Jungkook..” You were truly speechless.. taking slow steps towards the front door until it became a full sprint. Screaming at the sight of your car sitting on the driveway. You were so happy you could cry, so you did. 

You don’t know how Jungkook managed to get it from your father but you didn't care. The words 'thank you' fell from your lips an infinite number of times as you looked back at the front door seeing Jungkook with Mira in his arms. 

“That’s not all.” Jungkook had called you back inside. You never thought you’d say that you had too many presents but you were about to. “You didn’t have to get me all this stuff-” Jungkook merely shushes you while Mira imitated before he led you back to the kitchen and picked out the burgundy bag with black tissue paper allowing you to have the honours of opening it. 

“Oh my god.” Your hand clasped itself over your mouth at the portrait of you. “Y-you made this?” There was that wavering tone in your voice that indicated tears were well on their way again. “I’m not supposed to cry this much on my birthday.” You jokingly hit him as you looked at the painting in awe.

“Do you like it? I know it’s not the best painting in the world, it’s so hard to-” You could sense your silence had flipped Jungkook to begin rambling anxiously in case you didn’t like it, but you made sure he knew just how much you appreciated it with a tight embrace, you didn’t even mind that Mira was very much included in the hug. “It’s perfect. I love it. I love everything about it. I love you.” 

This time you were very aware of what you had said before the eight letters had even registered in Jungkook’s head. Your eyes are just as wide as the last time you let your emotions speak for you. With haste, you pulled back and scanned Jungkook’s features for any signs of... anything. There were no emotions on his face until he broke out with a sneaky grin. 

“I was wondering when you would say it.” You gasp. “What’s that supposed to mean, you wanted me to say it first?!” Another hit to his arm that wasn't carrying the 15-month-old. “Not necessarily, I just didn’t want you to feel pressured to say it if I said it first, and I’m not going to lie, I’ve almost said it a handful of times just in this past week.” 

Ah, that would explain the strange “I love you-r- red. I love you in red.” comment he had made one evening as the two of you were getting ready to leave for an outing. You were wearing purple. 

You smiled at the thought that Jungkook had to physically fight off the urge of saying those words. “I love you, Y/n.” He says, the words sending straight heat to your body. Not in a sexual way but in a raw emotional way. “I love you too.” He had leaned forwards to drop a kiss to your lips but Mira had other plans as she began to flail her arms about as she was panicking to be put down. 

With a smile he lets her stand on her own two feet before focusing back on you. Not even you could contain your smile just from looking at him. Words couldn’t explain how you felt about Jungkook. There were not enough words in the love languages themselves to even begin to illustrate your adoration. 

You felt the heat of his palms place themselves on your cheeks as he leaned towards you and dropped a heated kiss to your lips. The kiss started slow and passionate before it had begun to pick up in desire and desperation but you had to remind yourselves of the child in the room before you both pulled away smiling like fools in love. 

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“Ready?” Jungkook asks with his hand on the knob of the door, awaiting your approval to open it. It was time for the grand reveal of the champagne room, the one you had spent the last few months designing, with Jungkook looking over your shoulder of course, always in awe of the arrangements you’d make. 

With a deep breath in you mentally prepared yourself for the revelation.

“Yeah.” 

He twisted the knob and pushed it open with ease unlike last time now that they had changed the door. You gasped. Even though you had spent months in here, memorizing its dimensions like the back of your hand it was so much more stunning when you had seen it all come together for once. 

The elegant lighting along with the sharp hues of neon coming from behind the bars. Falling in love with the way the dim yet colourful light bounced off the chic furniture that was strategically placed in its rightful spaces around the room. Jungkook hadn’t said anything and suddenly you felt a wave of anxiety run through you. 

Jungkook had trusted you throughout this whole process, investing in you and believing in you. What if you just fucked it up. You refused to say anything until he did, fortunately, you didn’t have to wait much longer for his next words. 

“It’s perfect.” With a smile, you dropped your shoulders with an exaggerated breath. “You really think so?” You looked up to him, still in shock from his reaction. “I mean it. I think you did a better job than the other designer could’ve ever done.” At first, you laughed, thinking he was just trying to make you feel better but with a little extra examination of his expression you knew he was serious and your chest felt warm at his praises. 

Soon the two of you made your way to his new office, the décor just as sleek and sophisticated as his other but in a different way. You found yourself sitting in front of his desk while he sat behind it. 

“You open in two weeks, are you ready?” You take the time to ask him how he feels about the second venue's approaching grand opening. Now it was his turn to sigh before he ran a hand lightly accessorized with rings through his hair. “I’m ready, but I’m not sure the neighbouring buildings are. We get a shit ton of people lined up outside to the point it wraps around the block. I just hope we don’t get too many complaints.” 

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You knew Platinum Panther was a big club, but you didn’t know it was channels 3,4, and 7 big. There were at least three different news reporters that you could see waiting outside the doors of the club along with the hundreds of people awaiting the ribbon to be cut for the opening. 

Jungkook always looks good, this wasn’t news to anyone, but today was something else. Designer red and black blazer with paisley patterning along with black dress pants and shoes. You felt like you were losing your mind but you forced yourself to push those thoughts aside and focus on the countdown before cutting the ribbon. 

“3, 2, 1.” You watched with pride as Jungkook snipped at the delicate red fabric that was stretched across the doors. On cue, the music from inside began to blast, still sounding a bit muffled from out here but you knew from personal experience just how loud it really was. 

In honour of it being opening day, those who showed up today don’t need to be on the guest list, but the bouncers were in charge of body counts to make sure there weren’t too many people inside since it’s a fire hazard.

Jungkook had led you upstairs to the balcony area that seemed to have been reserved for the two of you for the moment. “You did it.” You smile as you looked over the incredibly full lower level, watching the people below have the time of their lives and for once, you weren’t jealous, because you got to watch them while standing beside the man who made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.  

“Thank you,” You say loud enough so that he could hear you over the music, at first you didn’t think he had heard you until he had questioned you, “For what?” 

“For putting up with me when no one else did.” You say, doing your best to hold your composure and not ruin this celebratory moment. He smiles, snaking his arm around your waist as the both of you continue to look down below. “I never had to 'put up' with you. You brought a lot of insight and happiness to my life, with an equivalent amount of attitude.” You laugh at the last part, something about the moment feeling unreal. 

You couldn’t believe how much had changed in the last year. You’d gotten away from your father, started working- more or less, have unlimited access to platinum panther, lost contact with the same friends you were dying to hang out with before, you had learned how to change a diaper. As if that wasn’t monumental enough, now you find yourself head over heels in love and in a committed relationship. It was horrifying really, and you still occasionally had to process it and calm yourself down but you were happy. The happiest you’d ever been. 

And to think it all started at Platinum Panther. A club where only the richest individuals could find themselves lounging back on velvet seats, sipping the finest drinks and watching the most beautiful women. A place built for the sins of the rich, but ironically the place where you fell in love. 

[swhatever]

‘’golden girl.’’

kinktober ‘22 day 20: lingerie

pairing: alina starkov x reader (jessie mei li is my wife (real)) 

summary: you are presented as a gift to the sun saint after she gains control over her power, an old friend from the orphanage. her surprise quickly turns to lust as she notices how you are dressed. 

warnings: afab!reader, i am madly in love with alina starkov, porn with a plot, kinda sex work?? i mean your sat there in lingerie with intention to fuck but alina and u never dated (although there were feelings) and alina doesnt know ur there, theyre idiots and theyre in love you know the drill people you know the drill!!!!, okay actual warnings now, cunninglingus, face sitting, fingering, fairly vanilla since its their first time together okay!!! idiots in love!!!, 

word count: 1203

a/n: i was gonna make the reader a Local Wench but alina wouldnt treat sex workers so poorly so it had to be an old friend OKAY IM SORRY 

i also know the darkling would NEVER let a possible enemy (also know as someone who wouldnt manipulate alina) into the little palace but please suspend your disbelief for the sake of it thanking you 

also i will eventually write the days i missed but i was too excited to write this AJSJJSJSSJSJ 

if u want a full length fic (possibly series) let me know cause i loved writing this!!!! or dont and ill write it anyways LMAOOOOOO 

You sat on the bed in one of the many bedrooms of the Little Palace, sighing softly. Your newly ordained Sun Saint was wandering about the ballroom meeting nobles from all across Ravka, and you were sitting here. Waiting. For nobody but her. 

It’s not like she knew you were here, of course. The Darkling learned quickly of how fondly Alina spoke of you and saw to it your arrival to the Little Palace was swift and all necessary measures were taken to make sure nobody in your town spoke of it. You crossed a leg over the other as you waited, picking at the lace adorning your body. You hadn’t seen your Alya in so long and you were very quickly becoming impatient. At this point you were going to walk into that ballroom, scantily clad as you were, and take your Alina away from everyone else yourself. Tuck her away into a corner of the world where no one could ever find her or hurt her and you had her all to yourself. 

Your little sunshine. That’s what you had called her for years. It was from how you first met her. Sat there in the golden rays of high noon, beams of light surrounding her in a soft halo. You melted then and there, knowing you would have gone to the ends of the Earth for your golden girl. And now she was everybody else's sunshine too. 

A single world snapped you out of your nostalgic haze. 

‘’Y/N?’’ Alina stopped at the door of her room, seeing you upon the bed. 

You brought a leg up to rest at the end. ‘’Hey sunshine girl,’’ you grinned, staring at her from the bed, ‘’long time no see.’’ 

‘’Well, I-’’ she stuttered as she looked at you, ‘’you’re here.’’ 

‘’Where else would I be, Alya?”’ 

She walked forward then, the door shutting behind her with a soft click. It took everything in her to not look at the clothes you were wearing. (Or lack thereof). The sun poured in through the window, shimmering off the gold thread of her kefta. Your golden girl, back to you at last. 

‘’Is something the matter, Lina?’’ you questioned then, as she made no effort to move from the door behind her. She gulped as you walked forwards, sauntering with all the intent of a predator about to catch their prey. 

‘’You’re wearing, well,’’ she gulped, looking at anything but you, ‘’well that, I suppose.’’ 

‘’Oh this old thing?’’ you chirped, not failing to hide the sultry tone in your voice, ‘’your little Darkling thought you deserved a reward for all your good work, and you allegedly never shut up about me to your tailor friend.’’ 

You grinned down at her as you took her chin between your thumb and finger, turning her head to look at you. 

‘’You can look if you want, golden girl, I know how you feel now.’’ 

‘’Genya told you?’’  

‘’She told me everything.’’ 

She looked down at you then, the golden lace and chiffon adorning your body. A golden prize for a golden girl, you thought with a smug grin. She placed a gentle hand upon your waist, curving upwards to the base of your breasts. You sucked in a breath as she traced the swell of your bosom, a small smile gracing her lips. 

‘’I never said you could touch the art, sunshine.’’ 

‘’You always let me when we were small.’’ 

‘’We’re not small anymore, are we?’’ you grinned, ‘’or at least I’m not.’’ 

She pouted then, before a cheshire cat smile graced her features. She walked you forwards until your knees hit the side of the bed. You could only think to peer up at her as she gently pushed you down, stunned by her sudden burst of confidence. 

‘’For what it's worth, my moon, I’m not that short, but I don’t doubt you’ll ignore that.’’ 

You were so overcome with lust from seeing her once more you could only think to peel off the layers shielding her from you, from her kefta down to her undergarments. She smiled as she laid bare on top of you, twirling lace between her thumb and forefinger. You brought her head down to meet yours then, meeting her in a passionate kiss. Her tongue pleaded for entrance and you accepted her proposal willingly, your tongues dancing around one another as your hands moved down to grasp her bare ass. She moaned into the kiss, fingers threading through your hair. 

You brought one hand around then, going down to circle her clit. Her eyes blew wide with lust, arching her back slightly. 

‘’Sweet girl,’’ Alina all but panted as you let a finger enter her hole, your foreheads knocking softly as she steadied herself. Another finger joined the other then, curling within her before retreating and reentering. She rolled her hips over your hand, back arching as she sat up, all but towering over you. Ironic. You doubled your efforts as she gasped when your thumb met her clit, grinding against your hand. With one swift motion you flipped her, your fingers repetitively curling within her before retreating her sopping hole and reentering. She moaned below you, hands scratching at your arms to ground herself from euphoria. She came with a loud cry below you, juices leaking steadily out of her. You did not cease your ministrations however, replacing your fingers with your tongue as you moved down to lick up her juices. She moaned loudly, back arching beneath you. You rolled her hips against your tongue to increase her pleasure, and all she could think to do was tug at your hair. 

Alina had lost count of how many times she had come before she all but peeled you off her, juices leaking down the front of your mouth and chin. You smiled up at her from between your thighs, your usual smirk donning your features. 

She pulled you up before making you straddle her. That strength is new, you pondered, probably Grisha training. You did not have time to think further before she was pulling you forward, your wet cunt grazing her lips. Before you could ask whether what was about to happen was okay with Alina, she pulled you down and her tongue darted around your cunt, licking a stripe from cunt to clit. You moaned loudly, fingers finding their way to Alina’s hair. 

‘’Sunshine girl,’’ you all but panted, ‘’fucking hell.’’ 

She doubled her efforts below you as you grinded against her, moaning wildly. She groaned into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. Making your golden girl reach her peak so many times had worked you up so much it did not take long for you to come. Alina seemed to want to return the favour however, and made you peak countless times before you finally lifted yourself off of her, the bed making a dull ‘thump’ as you lay yourself beside her. You caressed her cheek then, a soft smile gracing your wet lips. 

‘’I missed you,’’ Alina said then, bringing her forehead forward to touch yours. 

‘’I missed you too, golden girl.’’ Yeah, you thought then, ends of the Earth indeed.

[wa-royal-tea]

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@thebrixtons​

Symphony Manor, Holan (10:00am)

User 1: Did you guys watch their engagement announcement vid? Why’d she look like she was being held hostage?

User 2: He’s actually marrying her? Damn, talk abt sleeping w/ the enemy.

User 3: They won’t last long. I’ll give them 3 years. Max.

Catalina:...

Alfie: Good morning.

Catalina: Morning.

Alfie: Sorry I didn’t wake you. I went out for a run.

Catalina:...oh.

Alfie: Is everything okay? What’s with the long face?

Catalina: It’s nothing.

Alfie: Don’t lie, Lina. I know you. Something’s wrong. Come on, you can tell me.

Catalina: *sighs* I think I screwed up our engagement announcement.

Alfie: What? Why’d you say that?

Catalina: There’s people saying it looked like I was being held hostage.

Alfie: That’s ridiculous. You were just nervous.

Catalina: Yeah, but they don’t know that.

Alfie: Is that the only reason why you’re upset?

Catalina:...

Alfie: There’s more, huh?

Catalina: Hm.

Alfie: What else did they say?

Catalina:...they also said that you’re sleeping with the enemy.

Alfie: *scoffs* What? For real? They actually said that?

Catalina: It’s all over the internet, Alfie. They’re bringing up about papa’s father causing the great war and I just—it reminded me of...

Alfie: My kidnapping?

Catalina: Y-yeah.

Alfie: And you’re bothered by that.

Catalina: I...There’s—there’s something I haven’t told you yet. Promise me, you won’t get mad at me.

Alfie: Hmm...I’m listening.

Catalina: *nervously* About your kidnapping, papa told me that he didn’t do it. Gideon lied and I found out about it after you broke up with me back then.

Alfie: O...kay? So who did it then?

Catalina:...my grandpa. But papa didn’t tell me why he did it. He only said that it was your kidnapping that brought his downfall.

Alfie:...

Catalina: I’m so sorry, Alfie. I—I should’ve told you back then but I was scared you were going to get mad at me. I…I can’t go through that again. It hurt when you walked away from me.

Alfie: Hey, don’t be sorry. I’m the one who should apologize to you.

Catalina: What?

Alfie: I was an idiot, I should’ve listened to your side of the story instead of just believing Gideon’s words. If anything, you’re the one who should be mad at me.

Catalina: You really mean that?

Alfie: Mhm. Mum said that I shouldn’t blame someone for what their family did. It’s not fair if they’re innocent.

Catalina: So that’s why your mum is okay with papa.

Alfie: Yeap. And besides, even if it was your papa who did it. I’ll still want you.

Alfie: Because the one I’m marrying is you. Not your papa. Your papa is scary.

Catalina: Are you trying to be funny?

Alfie: Is it working?

Catalina: *chuckles* Not really. But “A” for effort.

Alfie: Do you feel better now?

Catalina: Hmm, I don’t know.

Alfie: Maybe I can help get your mind off of it.

Catalina: Oh my god, Alfie! Put me down! You’re sweaty!

Alfie: And because of that, you’re coming with me.

Catalina: But I’m not done with my coffee yet!

Alfie: That can wait. Now, to the shower we go!

Catalina: *laughs* Alfie!

[haikyuuthots]

Hey Lina, first of all, I love reading your writing it’s so good ‼️ Second , can I put a request with Kuroo? Where he’s taking care of the reader, like maybe the reader is sick or something. Thank you! 🥰

Taking care of you. - Kuroo Tetsuro

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: none

Pairing: T. Kuroo x Reader

A/n: hello familyyyyy missed you all very much, sorry I haven’t posted in months, been very busy; had this in the drafts and decided to finish it for u. Thank u sm for all the love, & for keeping this blog alive by liking/reblogging while I’ve been gone. Means so much ; happy reading! 💕

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The sound of your alarm hurt your head more than usual today. As you were trying your best to wake up, you couldn’t help but feel an annoying discomfort in your throat. Your head was pounding and you felt your body heat abnormally hotter than usual. You let out a small sigh; you were sick, you absolutely hated being sick.

Grabbing your phone from your nightstand you look at the time; 9 am, 1 hour before you were scheduled to go to work. You had absolutely no energy to even get up from your bed, so there was no doubt in your mind you were going to call off today.

Trying your best to get up the bed with this massive headache, you dial your workplace to let them know you wouldn’t be going in today. As soon as you’re done with the call, your phone dings, it was a message from your boyfriend.

“Morning princess, you off to work yet??? I’ll have extra time during lunch today, let’s have lunch together.”

You mentally groan. You did not want to tell Kuroo you were feeling bad, knowing him you knew he’d make a big deal out of everything and want to take you to the hospital or something.

Kuroo had an important presentation at work today, so you didn’t want him to shift his focus from that to you, you’d feel bad if he did, so you decide to not tell him you were feeling bad.

Grabbing your phone you make up an excuse and text him back.

“Hi baby, I actually promised y/f/n I’d have lunch with her today!! I haven’t seen her in a while so we’re gonna catch up :( but I’ll see you back at home!”

Sending the message you just hope he’d believe it without asking any questions. Yeah you felt a little bad for lying to him, but you didn’t want to worry him so this was the best thing to do.

Literally 1 minute after you sent the message you begin to receive a FaceTime call from your boyfriend. Quickly you begin to freak out, you were supposed to be ready for work right now, if you answered and kuroo saw you in bed with your pajamas on he’d know you were lying and ask why. Also your voice was too hoarse, it was evident you were sick.

So you decide no to pick up and let the phone ring. Seconds after the phone stopped ringing you received another text from your loving boyfriend.

“Princess, can you answer your phone?”

And then another text “y/n I know you’re not working yet you were responding earlier so can you please just pick up my call?”

And then another phone call, and another and another.

You were stressing out, you had no idea how to respond and the guilt started eating you alive, although you had the very best intentions you knew how upset you were probably making your boyfriend right now, which was the complete opposite of what you wanted to do. Finally after a couple minutes of ignoring his calls and messages you just thought it was best to come clean and tell him what was going on, after all you knew he wouldn’t be calm unless you did.

Again your phone rang and this time you accepted the FaceTime call, quickly you see an annoyed expression on Kuroos face, looking at you a bit confused, before he can even let out a word you speak

“I’m sorry I lied.” You blurt out, with a hoarse voice, hiding half of your face in your covers

“I’m actually not going to work today, I just feel a little sick but-“

“ You’re feelings sick?!” Kuroo cuts you off, looking back at you with a worried expression on his face

“Only a little.”

“I’m coming home right now.”

“No!” You shout out, “see this is why I didn’t want to tell you, because I knew you’d say that. You can’t come home you have that important presentation today.”

Kuroo lets out a small sigh “I know but you can’t stay home all by yourself when you’re feeling sick, I need to be there to take care of you.”

“Tetsu I’m okay I promise, don’t worry about me just focus on your job.” You give him a small smile, trying your best to reassure him everything was okay.

He’s pouting through the phone, “Tch. Fine, but please call me if you need anything.”

“I promise I will. I just need to rest, I’ll feel better soon.”

His eyes soften as he stares back at you “my poor baby, I’ll be home soon.”

You let out a small laugh “don’t worry too much about me, good luck on your presentation, I know you’ll kill it.”

He smiles back at your response, “thank you princess, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You said your final goodbyes and hung up the phone.

You decided to get up to look for any medicine around the house, anything that would make you feel better. Unfortunately you couldn’t find anything helpful, but still you got ready to take a shower, in hopes that it would help with your headache. When you got out you felt a little better, but still felt very exhausted. You laid down on your bed, still in discomfort and pain, you couldn’t help but cry a little “I hate being sick.” You cry to yourself as you doze off to sleep again.

You’re awoken by the sound of the door shutting. Groggily looking up you notice the figure of your tall boyfriend, waking in your bedroom with a bag full of stuff.

Your head was still pounding, and it didn’t seem like your fever went down, but still a bit irritated you speak

“Kuroo what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at work.”

Kuroo gives you a small smile as he walks towards you, reaching for your face he lays his hand on your forehead,

“You're burning up, I’m gonna go get you a cold towel.” He says, with a concerned face.

Before he can fully get up he’s stopped by you holding onto his wrist “no, you said you'd be at work, focusing on your job.”

He gives you another smile, leaning down to be at eye level with you, he holds your face into his hands, caressing your cheek a bit “I said I’d do well in my presentation and I did. But I came home as soon as it was over, I have to be here with you.”

Letting your face go he gets up again and starts walking away. Your heart melts at his words, you were in absolute love with him, his mere presence making you feel better already.

Kuroo comes back with a towel in his hands and the bag of stuff he was holding earlier, sitting down next to you on the bed he places the towel on your head and begins pulling out medicine from the bag

“You didn’t tell me what was wrong with you, so I kind of just got everything in the store.”

“That’s a lot of medicine.” You chuckle out

“I want you to feel better as soon as possible. So this is okay.” He replies with a smile on his face.

You give him another sincere smile, as you begin taking the medicine that corresponds to your symptoms

Kuroo briefly gets up, “get some rest princess, I’ll go make you something to eat in the meantime, okay?”

You gently nod as you look up towards him, reaching out to hold his hand you speak again “thank you Tetsu, I’m happy you’re here.”

He smiles down at you, squeezing your hand a bit he replies “I’ll always be here”

He leaves and almost an hour later he comes back with a bowl of soup in his hands. At this point m, you feel much better. Thanks to the medicine you took earlier, your head was no longer hurting and your fever went down.

Kuroo sits down next you, feeling your face again “your fever went down. That’s good.”

“Mhm” you nod, with a small smile on your face

“I made you some soup.”

As you try to grab the bowl from his hands kuroo slighlty nudges it away from your hold. You look at him confused, until he speaks again

“Don’t worry, I’ll feed you.”

You laugh briefly “I’m not a baby, I can still feed myself.” You try to grab the bowl again but again he snatches it away

“Let me take care of you please.” He chuckles out

Looking at him with loving eyes, you give in instantly. “Fine, only because you’ve been so sweet today.”

He smiles as he begins to feed you the soup. You couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered as he fed you. As you watch him with a giant smile on his face, you were overwhelmed with complete love, your heart felt like it was about to explode.

You loved him, loved him so much. Even if it was a bit cheesy, you were absolutely grateful at how attentive and caring he was.

Kuroo removed the plate as he finished feeding you, grabbing a hold of your head, he gives you a soft smile as he stares at you.

“Are you feeling better?”

You smile “I am now, I mean how could I not, i have the best caretaker in the world.”

He lets out a small chuckle “I just want you to be okay, I promise I’ll always be here to care for you.”

He leans down to give you a small kiss on your warm forehead. You smile in the embrace, but pull back a bit

“Be careful, I don’t want you to get sick.”

He laughs a bit again “alright. I’ll resist for now. But as soon as you get better I’m kissing you as much as I want.”

“Ok.” You respond, with a giant smile on your face.

The next morning you woke up feeling a lot better, Kuroo continued to care for you all night and made sure you were good in the morning. Leaving you food and more medicine on the nightstand, he wrote a little note “Take these and you’ll be good as new, I’ll be home soon, call me if you need anything.love u my angel.”

You smiled to yourself as you read the cheesy note. Even though you hated being sick, you were glad you could be taken care of in a way that warmed your heart. Kuroo was your soulmate, and you were completely blessed to have him care for you. He made being sick not so bad.

[90slevi]

The Last Straw {Levi Ackerman x Reader}

WARNINGS: heavy angst, attempted suicide

Levi had had enough.

He’d lost everything, and his heart was heavy as he just kneeled down in the dirt, rain pouring down on him as his sopping hair hung in front of his dull, grey eyes. His face used to be unreadable, but now it was plastered with despair. Nothing but despair.

His thin-lipped expression was gone, and the corner of his lips twitched as he bit his tongue to stop himself from crying. Fists clenched, his whole body trembled as he was left alone in the forest, the only survivor as another squad of his was wiped out due to the wrath of those God-forsaken Titans. Lina’s head rolled past. Elliot’s leg dangled from a tree branch. Both only moving due to the stormy wind. 

Now knowing that these creatures were once human, he always seemed to sub-consciously hesitate when taking their lives, even though he knew it was best for those lost souls to die. And because of that, he’d caused the sudden death of one of his comrades.

This caused a chain-effect. Everyone panicked after losing a squad member, resulting in a slow slew of deaths as each one made stupid mistake after stupid mistake and was brutally murdered in front of Levi’s eyes. It pained him to admit that he was the cause of this, and as he lifted his heavy head to stare at the cloudy sky - the rain not even getting slower as it pelted angrily on his shoulders - he couldn’t hold himself together anymore. Tears fell down his cheeks, and because of the rain, it was as if they weren’t even there. With blood-shot eyes, he realised he didn’t want to be Humanity’s Strongest anymore. He may have promised to lead humanity to victory, but at that moment, he didn’t want to anymore. A mix of anger, hopelessness and an unfamiliar sense of utter depression waved over him, and he stared at the blade sitting in front of him.

Those blades cut through titans easily. Levi wondered how quickly they’d cut through his own throat. 

It’d be painless, right? At least, that was what he’d heard. A quick and easy way out. He didn’t deserve it. 

Fingers grazing the cold metal of the blade, he gulped. No, it was too selfish. His job was to win and have humanity live another day. He was their only hope, and even though Mikasa Ackerman existed, she was still a child. She was nothing compared to him, and as much as he wanted to rely on her, Hange and the other troops to solve it all, he just... couldn’t. But deep down, he really wanted to.

Even though the rain didn’t slow down, a weird sense of peace and calm covered him like a blanket. His ears were ringing, and he looked around at the looming trees. Although blood-stained from his friends, they looked friendly. Despite looking as if they’d swallow him whole, they looked... welcoming. As if they’d protect his soul once he died. 

Then again, could they protect him from Erwin Smith, who would beat his ass in the afterlife for dying?

Levi wanted to scream. He wanted to yell out and curse at the world for being so cruel to not only him, but everyone else. Why couldn’t he just end it all and be done with it? Why couldn’t he, like some of the other Survey Corps, just put a gun to his mouth and be reborn somewhere else? It wasn’t as if anyone would miss HIM, they’d just miss having Humanity’s Strongest. Someone to rely on.

Fist now clenched around the handle of his blade, he rose the blood-stained metal towards his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing way too close to the sharp edge. His breathing was hitched, and he bit the inside of his lip. How was dying at his own hand so much scarier than dying at the hands of a titan?

As he closed his eyes, he took a deep breath, hoping it’d be his last as he contemplated for the final time whether he wanted to do this or not.

“LEVI!” 

That voice. That damned voice. 

Eyes fluttering open, he sighed deeply and dropped the blade onto the ground, deciding that his death could wait for another day. After all, he did have one person he wanted to live for, even if it was painful.

Turning his head, he noticed the familiar face of his lover, Y/n, as she rushed over. Her boots squelched in the thick mud of the ground, and it splashed over her once-white, now blood-stained jeans. Her hair was a mess, sticking out from underneath the green hood of her cloak, and a large cut sat underneath her eye on her left cheek. Eyes bloodshot and lips trembling, she fell to the ground, her face inches from his own as she tried her best to make eye-contact. She knew just from the way he was sat that he was utterly broken, the body parts of his former crew strewn all around him. She didn’t want to ask him what had happened, in fear of upsetting him more, but she could easily guess.

An abnormal titan. What else could it have been?

It was then that she noticed his hand gripping his blade, and the small cut in his throat he’d accidentally caused when he heard her voice. He himself probably hadn’t noticed it, but she had. And, putting two and two together, she almost burst into tears.

“What the hell were you just about to do?” she asked, her voice cracking as she spoke. Her hands were obviously shaking as she cupped his face, brushing a stray tear away from his waterline and trying her best to keep composed, for the sake of the man she loved so dearly. “Levi, please...”

“It was an accident,” he half-lied, his voice much quieter than he’d expected and barely loud enough for her to hear. “Why would I-”

“Why wouldn’t you!?” she exclaimed, her voice shaking as she yelled at him. Her fists gripped his shoulders, a lot harsher than she was wanting, but it was getting the point across. “I knew this day would come, when you’d want to do... that, but you can’t! You just, can’t, Levi!”

“I know,” he muttered with a small hiss, turning his head and looking at his warped reflection in a distant puddle. The ripples caused by the rain made his appearance look like a monster. “I know.”

“No, you don’t!” Y/n cried, the tears fully pouring from her eyes now as she placed a hand underneath his chin and turned his head to face him. “Please, I can’t lose you too. Anything but you.”

Levi’s breath caught in his throat, and for once, he was unable to snap back. He couldn’t find the words or form a coherent sentence, and his stomach sunk to the pit of his stomach. Yeah... how could he? There was no way in hell he wanted her to be alone again. If she was to feel the same way he’d feel about her dying, then it’d be more than cruel to take his own life. Plus, as long as she was with him, it was worth being alive. 

“Please...” Y/n whimpered, and Levi’s heart shattered (if it wasn’t already). He took her hands from his face and into his own, and his coarse thumbs brushed against her damp, bruised skin. A shaky sigh left his lips, and he found himself completely unable to look her in the eyes. 

“I’m... sorry,” he said gently and honestly, and he prayed she knew he was being sincere. “Forgive me.”

“You never needed to apologise in the first place,” she answered, a small smile appearing on her lips. Because her eyes didn’t move, he knew she was faking that expression, but it was the most she could do. And he appreciated it. 

Silence filled the air, the only sound being the loud echo of rain hitting the ground and the distant sound of ODMG, meaning the rest of Hange’s Squad were on their way. Levi rubbed his eyes with the back of his sleeve before glancing back up at Y/n, who was looking behind her into the mist to see any sign of her Squad.

“Y/n,” Levi began, his voice returning as he stood up and helped up his lover. She looked at him in the eyes finally, and she gently cocked her head. Hand slipping into hers, he looked back at the floor and towards his discarded blade.

“Let’s go home.”

[roscoe-dream]

Heartbreaks in Decision Making || Peter Parker

request: “I’m in an angsty mood lol so could you please write a Peter Parker imagine where the reader finds Peter kissing MJ even though he kissed her the day before and she makes him choose between herself and MJ. He chooses MJ but realizes a few weeks later after the Far From Home trip that he likes the reader.”

A/N: i’m sorry this took so long, but i hope it meets your expectations!! i added supporting characters of my own as well. thank you for such a juicy request!! NOT PROOF READ YET.

word count: 2342

WARNINGS: angst. cursing, and heartbreaking in my opinion.

You didn’t understand.

You definitely weren’t the ‘go-getter’ type, nor were you the kind of girl who just says what’s on their mind or heart. When the cook at a restaurant got your order wrong, you would smile and say ‘thank you�� instead of letting them know. You’re the kind of person that would stick around with whoever you were with until they were ready to go instead of finding a comfortable place to be by yourself. So when you had feelings for a boy, a boy like Peter Parker, it would be almost instinctive to either deny or hide those feelings as best as you could.

But you didn’t do either.

Instead, when the class got back to the hotel in Prague, you marched up to his hotel room with your hand curled into a fist, ready to confess your feelings for him when his door was yanked open. He was staring at you in shock while you gaped at him before nervously smiling and asking to talk. When his eyes moved away from yours and onto something ahead, you didn’t think much of it — but god, you wished you did.

You managed to do the hard part, and confessed how you felt to Peter. Granted, the message was relayed in a mixture of needless, nervous rambles. Your cheeks were red and you felt like your body was lit on fire under his eyes. Your heart was racing, but it practically stopped when he stepped forward, face inching towards yours and eyes closing shut. You stood frozen in place, letting his lips close to space between yours.

You let him kiss you.

But what you didn’t understand was how Peter could do something like that after what you had confessed to him, yet have his arms wrapped around another girl while their lips molded together. His eyes were shut and his pleasure filled face held a red tint. However, you knew Peter, and you knew he had a sixth sense, so you watched as his eyes sprung open during the kiss and began to swell with fear.

That was when your vision was blurred with tears.

He didn’t pull away from the girl, rather letting the kiss carry on with his eyes trained on you until she decided to pull away. She did eventually, and you could faintly hear the shy laughs they shared from where you were. You watched a few words be exhchanged and you wanted the floor to swallow you whole every time his eyes flickered to yours. Then, like anybody would, she turned around.

And when MJ sent you a tight lipped smile, it made sense. As much as it pained your heart to admit, you finally understood. The night before, you were looking for Peter, and he was looking for her.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you scoffed, your arms wrapping around your body to act as a shield when MJ walked towards the entrance doors of the hotel, and Peter approached you hesitantly. The lights from inside the hotel was enough to see his tear-pricked eyes and guilty face when he was close enough in front of you. There was an aching silence between the two of you, but you didn’t dare to break it. You couldn’t bring yourself too.

“I’m sorry.” Peter whispered, his voice cracking as he tried to swallow down the rising bile in his throat. You brought your arms closer to your chest, chewing on the inside of your cheeks to try and prevent the new wave of tears threatening to spill. You didn’t meet his burning gaze, strictly staring past him. You couldn’t meet his eyes, hearing his voice told you enough. He was guilty, but wasn’t apologizing for what he did — he was apologizing for being caught.

It was silent again, and just as painful as the last time. You were racking your brain for something to say, questions popping up one after the other and it made your head throb, so you settled on the simplest one yet, asking, “Why?”

If it were any louder, you were certain Peter wouldn’t have been able to hear you. There was about six feet of space between the two of you, a brutal opposite to the night before — the memory made your stomach churn. With furrowed brows, Peter’s lips parted to speak, but after a few split moments, his mouth shut.

“I don’t know.”

Hearing his words made your head snap in his direction, a bewildered yet angry look in your eyes as you gaped at him. “You don’t know?” You repeated, taking a bold step forward with a clenched jaw. “You let me fall for a lie, Peter. Had I not been outside of this damn hotel, you wouldn’t have stop kissing MJ.” You spat through gritted teeth, feeling yourself grow hot at the fact that he was acting this way. Acting so remorseful for something he wanted to do.

You watched as Peter’s hand repeatedly clenched at his side, and he looked away from you. From this angle you could see a single tear fall from the corner of his glazed eyes. He was holding back, but you didn’t want him to. You wanted to truth.

“Y/N, you know I’ve liked MJ for a while now.” He muttered, actively avoiding your pained expression and flinching at the sound of your dry laugh. You knew this, you knew that Peter has had this crush on MJ since your sophomore year — so about a little over a year. Knowing this made telling Peter how you felt all the more nerve-racking, but it didn’t matter, he made the confusing choice of kissing you, and in turn complicated everything.

“Then why did you kiss me?!” You shouted, the sound of your voice echoing into the dark night. It was poetic, really. Getting your heart broken by the boy you love on a beautiful bridge at midnight in Europe. “It doesn’t matter!” Peter was now facing you, his heaving chest pairing with his bloodshot eyes that locks with your own. “This isn’t a game of bachelor, Peter.” You sniffled, casting your gaze away from him to get a chance to breathe because every time you looked at him, your throat closed up.

“So,” Peter cleared his throat, but the lump remained, making his voice strain. “So what are you saying?”

What were you saying? You didn’t exactly know. What you did know, however, was that as strong as you felt for Peter, you were not going to let yourself be treated second. Your bottom lip trembled as you released a shaking breath, locking with his.

“I’m saying you have to choose.”

As his eyes bored into yours, as the tension grew painfully thick in the silence, you knew. Just by the look in his eyes. The look in his brown orbs wasn’t one of someone who didn’t want to choose, it was the look of someone who didn’t want to tell you they weren’t choosing you.

And you knew.

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“I’m just saying!” Your friend, Lina, held her hands up in defense while you looked at her incredously. “He was too much of a nice guy! Guys like him always have something wrong with them.”

It’s been a few weeks since the incident with Peter that went down during your class trip to Europe, and by now, you have told your two closest friends, Lina and Meredith, who were absolutely livid upon hearing the news when you came back to the states in shambles. Meredith stared at the blue haired girl with a slacked jaw, her hand reaching over to flick her in the forehead. “God, Lina, you can’t just say shit like that! Y/N has been in love with him for like, ever.”

“You guys!” You sighed, crossing your arms over the cafeteria table and shaking your head at the both of them. “I’m right here, you know. You guys have been talking about what happened for the past fifteen minutes.”

The girls stared at you solemnly, casting their gazes down when the guilt began to eat at them. “We’re sorry, Y/N, it’s just- I can’t believe he would do that to you, his best friend of all people, and not have a care in the world flaunting his relationship with MJ like he didn’t hurt you to get it.” Lina said gently, placing her hand on top of yours and squeezing it.

She was right, both of them were. However, as hurtful as it was, you didn’t want to dwell on it forever. Sure, he made you believe in something false, but you’d rather say it could’ve been worse.

“Listen, I’m fine!” You laughed lightly, sending both girls a tight lipped smile which they weakly returned. “What’s done is done, and if he’s happy with MJ and how things turned out then.. then so be it.” You finally said, brushing off the fact that your words were beginning to sound like they were moreso said for you then for them. As you waited for a response from one of the two, your brows scrunched together when watching Meredith’s gaze drift and her elbow jutting into Lina’s side to bring it to her attention. “Mer, what’re you looking a..” Your voice trailed off as you turned around in your seat, eyes widening at the sight before you.

Peter.

“Can- Can I talk to you?” His voice stuttered with hesitance, averting his eyes away from the two girls behind you that were staring at him with vicious glares and kept them on you. “Please?”

A small huff came from your nose, and you turned around to send a simple nod to Lina and Meredith before getting up to follow behind Peter.

He ended up leading you into an empty science room, deserted lab tables with the lights turned off to leave the skylight from the windows to do it’s job. With crossed arms, you watched as Peter grew anxious. Even with his back to you, you knew that he was most likely fidgeting with his fingers while he was bouncing on his foot.

“I lied.” said Peter suddenly.

He turned around to face you, and you could now see his hands quickly wringing together. You stared at him blankly, cocking your eyebrow up at him to silently tell him to carry on.

“I do know why I kissed you that night in Prague.” He admitted, watching carefully as your eyes slightly widened at the confession. Too many questions whizzed around in your head in that moment, it was beginning to overwhelm you. “It wasn’t because I was trying to spare your feelings, or to make you feel good. It was because I like you- no, no, I love you.” Peter’s eyes never strayed from yours as he spoke clearly, and for the first time talking to him since that night, he didn’t stutter. He meant it.

The thought alone made tears prick your eyes.

“Why are you telling me this, Peter?” You croaked, your tearful eyes searching his wide ones frantically. He was with MJ, you thought. He chose her, he’s happy with her — so why was he telling you all of this now?

Peter pursed his lips, letting his gaze fall to the floor as if there was something of interest there. “Because I-” He sighed, his shoulders tense with nerves before he boldly caught your stare, saying, “I made a mistake.”

A mistake. The words nearly made you laugh.

“A mistake?” You repeated, lips parted to just let it all out before you stopped. Instead, a scoff emitted from your throat, pairing with your shaking head. “There was no mistake in what you did, Peter. You chose her and-”

“And it should’ve been you.” He interrupted, daringly taking a small step forward that you allowed, only because you were too in shock at what he said. You stood there, frozen with a slacked jaw and bulging eyes. His words should’ve have, but they managed to pull at numerous heart strings and make your stomach churn. “It should’ve been you because it’s always been you, Y/N. I made a mistake because, I-I don’t know maybe I didn’t want to accept the truth, or maybe I didn’t want it to ruin anything. But I’m here now because I love you.”

Hearing his words should’ve made your heart flutter. You should’ve let a smile so wide it made you squint, take over your face. You should’ve jumped into his arms and kissed him ‘til the end of time because he does feel the same way.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you let the tears roll down your face. You looked away from him, and let your arms fall at your sides. “No.” You shook your head, looking up to see confusion swirl about it Peter’s brown eyes. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have to be with another girl to realize it. If you loved me, you wouldn’t have told me, to my face, that you’re reasoning for kissing MJ was because you’ve liked her for a long time.”

You shook your head at him in disbelief, slowly backing up towards the door of the science room and placing a steady hand on the handle. Your fingers brushed at your cheeks to rid them of the tears that fell, and you sniffled, straightening out your composure.

“You may have made a mistake, Peter, but I will not let you hurt two girls in the process of making yourself happy.”

With that, you turned away from him, walking through the door and back to your friends who stared at you expectantly.

Peter stayed there. He stood in the front of the science lab with a dazed look in his glazed eyes, jaw clenched shut. Then, he let the tears fall. The tears he held in until you left, he let them glide down the sides of his face while putting his head in his hands.

He made a mistake, and he was going to have to live with that forever.