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moon-ttokki-x · 26 days ago

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not your doll - (bf!bang chan x reader)

pairing: bf!bang chan x reader

summary: chan comes home upset from the latin american leg of the dominate tour.

genre: reverse comfort, idol!au, angsty, mentions of exhaustion, lots of crying, skz deserve better. reader comforts channie, mentions of delusion, mentions of eating and drinking

a/n: yall who think what happened in brazil is funny, or think it was 'just a joke' or 'fans showing support' get tf off my blog. i don't wanna see or talk to anyone who thinks what happened was okay. leave skz alone, leave chris alone. that man is not your punching bag, he's not responsible for fixing all your fucking problems, keeping everyone happy, or in charge of anyone's but his own happiness. that shit you gotta do yourself. this is so fucking disappointing, i'm ashamed to call myself a stay at the moment. let chris live his damn life and let the kids do the same. fuck yall 'stays'. if you were a real stay you wouldn't be doing this shit.

i stand with skz.

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"Love?" You call softly, peeking around the bedroom door frame. "Did you wanna come and eat something?"

All you get in response is a muffled 'no' and the sound of shuffling as Chan shifts slightly on the bed. The warm lamplight from the bedside tables spill across his back, highlighting the skin in a rosy, haloed glow.

You sigh and pad over to him softly, sitting on the bed. "I know you might not feel like it, but you need some good food after all that travelling."

Chan shakes his head again, further mussing his unbrushed hair. The curls are squashed and fluffy from him burrowing his head into the pillows, but he doesn't seem to care. Not once has he lifted his head to take a breath of air, and you sigh and push his head gently to the side to do it for him.

He turns his head away, facing the opposite direction; you can hear the shudder from his lungs as he gulps in the fresh coldness of the air; you'd set the thermostat colder, just as he likes it, but he hadn't seemed to take any notice.

You sigh again, running a gentle hand down the soft, albeit slightly dry skin of his back. His duffel bag and suitcase is still in the corner of the room, the zip on his bag half undone as if he'd had the intention of unpacking, but he hasn't.

You'd left him to sort himself out and shower before coming to eat, but it seemed he'd just stripped himself of his outfit and tossed himself on the bed.

Couldn't say you blamed him.

Chan speaks then, low and muffled from the pillow. "I need to go to the company."

"It hasn't even been twenty minutes since you've been home, love," you chide him gently. "Just rest., hmm? All of that can come tomorrow. It doesn't look like you can even move right now..."

Chan groans and burrows his head further into the pillows; you take a soft fistful of his hair and tug it lightly, guiding his head to the side. Your heart lurches.

Chan is crying.

His makeup is smudged; you immediately rest your hands on his shoulders. They're tense as rocks. A black streak of eyeshadow has smeared itself across the white pillowcase, as well as some of his concealer; he doesn't seem to care, and neither do you.

"Channie, my love," you say as gently as you can. You can't hide the worry on your face. "What's wrong?"

That's a useless question. You know exactly what's wrong.

He sits up suddenly, as if to get up, but he collapses on his knees, digging them into the soft sheets. He throws his hands out.

"It's not fair," he cries desperately. "I do everything I can to make things work, and then it all just gets thrown to the side... I can't even open my mouth anymore without my words being twisted..."

You sit there, eyes wide and bewildered, watching this outburst. It's so oddly unlike him to do this, but you know exactly what he's talking about.

"I- The kids, too, they have to deal with all of this, I couldn't wait for us to leave because of what happened at the hotel... They were taking videos of us, videos of one of the kids just standing outside on the balcony, minding his own business, and I couldn't sleep all night because of them chanting, I just-" He hiccups, a tear spilling from each eye like a shattered crystal.

"I just want it all to go right, but it doesn't, and no matter what I do it's not enough," he keels over then, and you pull him into your lap. He lets his lower half kneel over the bed, his face buried in your thighs.

Your vision starts to blur, and a tear drops into his hair, but neither of you take notice. "Channie..."

"I chose this life, Y/n, I chose all of this, I thought I could handle it but I'm not so sure anymore. I want to be happy, and perform without worrying about all of this, I want everyone to just leave me alone..." He's crying freely now, hands gripping your hips as his back shakes, and it's all you can do not to start crying yourself.

That sadness is quickly taken over by a wave of disapproval and anger, anger at the people who dare treat your lover like this, treat his group like performing monkeys at a circus, to be poked and prodded at.

How dare they.

It's not fair. He's right. And you know you can't fix it, make it all better, kiss it healed like you have so many times before. And it's that feeling of helplessness, that overwhelming powerlessness, that makes you lean down and whisper fiercely in Chan's ear.

"Listen to me," you whisper. "It doesn't matter who did it, it doesn't matter if they thought it was right. I can't sit here and tell you I can fix it, because I can't, and neither can you, because it's not your problem, it will never be your problem. You are not their toy. Channie, my love, all you need to do is keep going. That's it, without looking back.

"Forget about those people who pretend to be Stays, who are nothing more than obsessed delusional idiots. I know it's hard. They are so completely and utterly lost in their own worlds, and you can't tie yourself into knots to fix them, because it's impossible.

"I know it hurts, love, and I know it's frustrating, especially for the kids too. None of you deserve to be treated like that, like you have to be filmed and screamed at and all of those other things-"

"But if I don't let them, then they all start hating me," his eyes are teary, utterly exhausted with emotion.

"Chris, you are not a doll," you say firmly, cupping his face. "You are not responsible for everyone's happiness. You are responsible for your own joy. So are the kids. I know you feel like you have to take the weight of the world on your shoulders, but it doesn't mean that you have to take everyone's bullshit alongside it too...

"You are a musician, an artist, not a miracle worker or some sort of magician that can take everyone's troubles away or perform to everyone's unrealistic standards. And as for those idiots who stalked you outside your hotel, JYP is taking measures to deal with it. And he says it's fine if you want to take a break for a while."

"I don't want to," he says quietly, inhaling your scent as you lean down to kiss the crown of his head. "I just wanted to be home with you, and I am."

"Love..."

"Please," he says, quieter. His tears have slowed. "I don't wanna talk about this anymore. It makes me angry, and being angry is exhausting. I'm already exhausted."

You sigh and crack a tiny smile, tapping his cheek lightly. Already you can see his resilience taking effect. Nothing keeps him down for long, your Chan.

"I'll let it go if you promise to come and eat something," you say. "Otherwise, I'm gonna call the kids to spend the night here and they'll eat all of the food I made for you-"

"Okay, okay," he groans, heaving himself upright. "I'm coming. Please don't call them, I've lost enough sleep trying to keep them all in line."

You laugh and kiss him. His lips are slightly chapped, and you tsk softly into the kiss as he stands up, taking you with him.

"Y/n," he murmurs, burning hands slipping to your waist.

"Thought you were too tired," you giggle.

He doesn't respond, instead tugging you closer. You reluctantly pull back and poke his side, making him gasp.

He pulls back too, fighting a sheepish look as you stare pointedly at the bathroom door. "Go shower, then come eat. Now."

He rolls his eyes and steals another kiss to your cheek as he heads towards the bathroom. "Fine."

Chuckling, you make your way to the door, heading to the kitchen. Your feet slow at the door threshold, and you turn to look back at Chan as he busies himself with pulling out a fresh set of clothes from his drawers. Even exhausted and upset, he's still beautiful. Your heart sinks a little as you watch the tear tracks on his face glisten under the lamplight, but you don't bring it up. Instead-

"Channie," you say softly.

He looks up, a black hoodie in one hand.

Your voice is gentle, almost hesitant. "It'll be okay, you know that, right?"

He nods quietly, solemn as you've ever seen him. "I know."

You feel your lips curving into a soft but sad smile. "I love you."

He blinks. "I love you more."

"That's not possible," you say teasingly as you turn and head towards the kitchen.

His laugh echoes through the house.

a/n: none bc i'm fucking pissed.

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handydandyandi · 10 months ago

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i’m sorry but it’s insane that in the span of 24 hours, penelope:

• nearly got proposed to

• had the intended proposal rudely AND PUBLICLY interrupted by her bestie (and crush but whatever)

•got ghosted by her situationship/future possible husband at a BALL (public humiliation IS penelope’s middle name, after all)

•leaves ball in a state of embarrassment (poor thing)

•gets CHASED TF DOWN by COLIN BRIDGERTON. ON FOOT, MIND YOU.

•colin all but forces himself inside her carriage (in the most gentlemanly way possible)

•her long-time-childhood-crush basically says “hey um i can’t stop thinking about u and i like u can u tell me u like me back PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PL”

•gets fingerbanged to high heavens

•gets an ACTUAL proposal from the man that isn’t her suitor or her friend but is a secret THIRD thing

•announces said engagement to her situationship’s family and proceeds to get called a fake bitch by her future sister-in-law

•writes a damn whistledown column AND publishes it BEFORE THE SUN COMES UP

•her mom yells at her and essentially accuses her of being slutty and sneaky

•colin “im so in love and im totally normal about it” bridgerton says “oh btw i got us a house haha and my servants will be coming later with all my stuff that i packed up last night lol im so normal and casual about this and i definitely didn’t stay up all night twirling my hair and giggling over the fact that im marrying my bestie”

•mr. fingerbang announces he is in love w her

•mr. fingerbang seduces her and they have beautiful, intimate, wonderful couch sex

•girly pop gets PREGNANT

•guilt is eating her alive bc she is like “fuckkkkk im whistledown and i HAVE TO TELL COLIN he deserves complete and utter honesty” and then colin basically is like “no time for talking! time to make ourselves at home!” essentially leaving penelope on the lounge like “😀”

•is shoved into a carriage (this time with the curtains drawn, just in case if colin needs to play a lil penelope piano obvs) and gets the news that the queen has started a Lady Whistedown woman hunt and her fiancé goes “omg slay yasss fuck lady whistledown”

•colin then proceeds to be like “pookie u wanted to tell me something earlier??? what was it???” and pen is just like fuck he HATES whistedown… “nothing!!!” and colin being young and dumb and in love he is like “ok :D <3”

•penelope then WRITES AND DISTRIBUTES ANOTHER WHISTLEDOWN COLUMN

Moral of the story is: Penelope Featherington is the strongest woman ever and i’m not surprised that she ended up fainting at her engagement party bc she needed a NAP

#bridgerton #polin #luke newton #bridgerton season 3 #romancing mister bridgerton #bridgerton spoilers #nicola coughlan #lady whistledown #bridgerton s3 #bridgerton s3 spoilers #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #penelope bridgerton

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soullessdianthus · 2 years ago

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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 | 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐱 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠)

Summary: During the mission somewhere in Austria, König takes an interest in TF 141 medic. Little did he know, she's Lieutenants Riley's girlfriend.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

A/N: Possessive/Protective boyfriend Ghost? Yes, double and give to the next person. Also inserted Hank/Connor "lieutenant" reference, I just find it funny. Y/C ━ Your Codename (have fun, pick something babes) Poorly translated German ━ correct me if needed!

Warnings: nothing, reader is eastern european coded (we deserve more recognition as reader inserts ꃋᴖꃋ )

Word count: 1.8k

The tree line of the thick forest melted into the base of the rocky mountains. Your gaze traveled across its pointy shapes and up higher - there hadn’t been a single cloud on the sky that day, causing a slight heatwave.

You let your body slightly wag as the car passed over surface bumps on the earthen road. The dry lump grew in your throat as the dust hovered all over the convoy and all you could think of was a sip of cold, mineral water.

Soon, you reached the small town in Austria, secluded from the ring roads. The cars were parked near the surrounding forest at the entrance of the village. Lieutenant Riley's sight crossed with yours as he helped you get out of the truck.

He could be such a gentleman sometimes.

A handful of soldiers gathered near the vehicles - some of them wearing a KorTac patch on their shoulders, the other ones (from your unit) a Task Force 141 badge. But besides those sigils, none of them were wearing full battle gear.

There was no active fighting against the enemy at the moment. It was just a careful chase after the terrorists - following their footsteps, interviewing associates, gathering proof. Because at the end of the day, the military (or army related organization) cannot shed blood over a defamation.

But KorTac and TF 141? Quite an unusual partnership between the two groups, right?

━ Ghost, Y/C you’re goin’ with me ━ Captain Price announced, adjusting his hat as he closed the car’s doors behind him. ━ Gaz, you’ll stay here, is that clear?

Captain heard a firm ‘yes, sir’ from your teammate Kyle who was to stay at the parking spot. Meanwhile the KorTac colonel gave an order to his soldiers in German. “Such a tough language” you thought to yourself. Only two of his people went along the wood road with the rest of you.

The Colonel.

Exceptionally tall, Austrian man who served many years for his country. The one you found yourself in on the latest mission.

Each time you wanted to look at him while Colonel König was speaking, you had to chin up. And even though, a black hood with a red paint on it covered his whole face besides his cold, blue eyes. He was lowkey intimidating with his massive size, but just like your captain, the Austrian’s rough looks didn’t reflect his character. At least to you and your comrades he was quite nice.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t say the same about his teammates.

You didn’t have to walk for long as the isolated, one floor house emerged behind a hill. By the quick peek at that building and the noises coming from the inside you knew, it felt like a warm home.

As you approached the building, you heard a child’s cry.

Price knocked at the front door and soon after a man with dark bags under his eyes opened them slightly. He was peeking through the crack.

━ Jakob Hausner? ━ The Captain asked with a playful smile under his mustache, his thumbs interlocked with the gear straps over his chest.

━ Ja, wie kann ich helfen? [ger.: Yes, how can I help?]

━ Can you ask him if he speaks english? ━ John looked over his shoulder towards König, asking for a favor.

━ Yes, I speak english ━ master of the house answered with a thick accent, before colonel could translate. ━ What do you want?

He wasn’t trusting at all, well, how could he? You were all strangers at his doorsteps, two of your partners wearing scary looking masks. But it all had a purpose - they were supposed to look… intimidating, yes?

A loud wailing made their ears hurt, it was that damn baby again. Jakob sighed loudly, his shoulder collapsing as he opened the doors a little bit more.

━ We just want to talk about the company you were working for. ━ Price continued talking.

━ About them again? ━ Mr. Hausner frowned his eyebrows and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Poor man was exhausted apparently. ━ Okay, okay, ja, come in.

The man let you all inside, however König told his soldiers to have a look outside the plot - to make sure it’s safe here and you’re not being watched. Poor Jakob wasn’t even fully aware (because of his state) that he let in a group of military people inside of his home.

As soon as you crossed the hallway into the dining room with a big, wooden table, you noticed a struggling toddler in a children’s chair. The girl was crying, her face red from the tantrum.

━ I’m sorry, it’s just my daughter, she… she doesn’t want to eat her–. Lina, bitte. [ger.: Lina, please.]

Being a parent. Must be tough, huh?

Not when you were forced to babysit your siblings or cousins since you were a teenager.

━ She’s not hungry. ━ You noticed the way the little girl pushed her plate away and how she tried to climb out of the seat. Christ, that man really had to be exhausted. ━ Can I?

You took a few slow and calm steps towards the sitting child - a warm smile painted over your face. Even your boyfriend Ghost was slightly… surprised? Seeing you drop the apathetic shell, then becoming more warm and gentle towards the little girl.

━ She’s our medic ━ your Captain explained to the worried father ━ let her take the kid and we’ll have a talk. In peace.

Mr. Hausner let you take care of his unsettled daughter, so they could have a conversation about his former employers. You took the girl out of her chair and placed her over your left hip, pushing it outward.

━ Come, Lina ━ you addressed the girl by her name, even though she probably couldn’t understand what you were saying ━ let’s leave the stinky men alone, ja?

You left the dining room and entered the seemingly endless garden behind the house. Since you took that girl in your hands she already began to calm down, perhaps a woman's touch was all she needed?

“Where was your mother? Was she at work working a long shift? Did something happen to her? Did the bad men–” your thoughts seemed to take a rather pessimistic route, so you had to quickly change it.

You didn’t know much German. Well, you didn’t know any at all.

Fuck.

But at that moment you were thanking the heavens that your father watched movies about Hans Kloss or war on a regular basis. You were happy that your father was taught some phrases and somewhere in your subconsciousness he passed them to you.

You sat on the wooden bench somewhere in the garden not far from the building. Then, you placed the child on your lap and began talking to her - mostly in your mother tongue. Then you added some words in German that you knew, like:

━ Schau, schmetterling! [ger.: Look, a butterfly!]

Soon you grew more comfortable around the girl named Lina, even though there was a language barrier. Without your knowledge, your legs began to bounce her, pretending she was riding a horse.

If anyone would point that out later, you would certainly deny it. You, getting soft for a child? No, no, no.

You were so occupied with entertaining her that you didn’t even notice a looming, black figure in the corner of your eye. Watching the scene from somewhere nearby.

König was standing just next to the doors, leaving against the white plaster on the outside walls. He listened to your attempts to speak German, finding it… adorable?

Never did he meet a woman in his profession so empathetic and gentle. Especially the one who managed to catch his attention. Let’s be honest, most of them were cold blood murderers and he was a colonel - he couldn’t let himself have such a luxury of having a family.

Until now.

His imagination began to play a nasty and stupid trick on him - just because he saw you speaking German with a kid. What if it was you to take care of his children? Were your hands usually this delicate? Would you care for him as much?

The tall soldier was intrigued by you and his dreamy stare exposed him for it.

━ Don’t even think about it. ━ Ghost voice snapped him back to the reality. The British soldier emerged from the building the same way the colonel did after the conversation came to an end with Mr. Hausner.

Simon Riley wasn’t a fool. He noticed all the little peaks at his girlfriend other soldiers usually would take, she was in fact a pretty thing. So it didn’t take much to notice that the tall guy from KorTac took a liking of you. Too much liking in Ghost’s opinion.

━ Verzeihung [ger.: Excuse me] ━ König apologized, flustered slightly by obviousness of the situation. He instantly understood the reference. ━ didn’t know she was… taken.

━ Yeah ━ British lieutenant scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. His dark irises didn’t even dare to stare at him. His eyes were on you ━ she’s very much taken.

There was a dead silence between the two of them - for a short moment, before Ghost gave you a heads up.

━ Y/C, we’re moving.

The rough and firm tone of Ghost’s voice made you snap back into reality. You were in the middle of something, right? Yet, you almost jumped on that little bench painted in floral patterns.

━ Coming, lieutenant. ━ You declared quickly, before putting the little girl over your hip again and heading inside of her home.

Ghost was a few steps ahead and so you had to pass the massive figure of König to go inside again. You pressed the child’s head into your cleavage as she was a little scared of colonel’s hood.

Well, you would be too, if you saw his cold stare in the middle of the night from under that veil, right?

━ Don’t worry, he just looks scary. He won’t bite. Isn’t that right, sir? ━ You sent him a polite smile as you tried to comfort the petrified girl. Your hand caressing her golden locks.

But he was speechless at the moment. He couldn’t form a simple sentence. A fucking grown ass man. “So fucking pathetic”, he thought to himself. Your lips twisting into a wide smile for him. It wouldn’t be easy for him to erase that sight from his memory. König would have trouble falling asleep that night, thinking of you.

A/N: ♪ Two big guys and they grab on my thighs ♪

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leighsartworks216 · 4 months ago

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Live Stream

Sylus x gn!streamer!Reader

Based on a prompt from @syluspen that took me WAY TOO LONG to get around to. This is actually a compilation of all the little things I started for it but never really finished. So, uh, enjoy

Warnings: fluff, silly, established relationship, video games

Word Count: 909

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The first time was an accident, really. He didn't realize you were in the middle of streaming for how quiet you were being and came in to ask you what you wanted for dinner.

From that point on, Sylus was the most anticipated part of every livestream.

You didn't mind it. You love your man, love that he chooses to interrupt even when he knows you are streaming just to bring you a drink or give you a quick kiss just to let you know he's home from "work". You're always a little worried someone will recognize him. Thankfully, no one has so far, and hopefully it stays that way.

The chat's screaming is your only warning before arms wrap around you from behind and Sylus's chin is resting on your shoulder. You lean back into him easily, beaming as you pause in your gaming, letting it sit on a dialogue box, waiting to be read.

"Did you just get home?"

"Mhm." He playfully brushes this side of your headphones back with his nose, exposing your ear and kissing your sideburn. "What are you playing?"

"Dream Daddy." You laugh at the odd look he gives you. You circle your mouse over your avatar in the corner. "Aren't I cute? Think you'd still date me if I look like this?"

He huffs a laugh. "Sweetie, if I would still date you if you were a worm, I would still date you if you were a guy."

The chat is zooming by quickly on the secondary monitor he bought you. A lot of people scream about him being "bisexual confirmed?!?!!" He pays them no mind.

"Is it a dating sim?" he asks.

You nod, turning your head to kiss his cheek. "Awe, guys, he's learning!"

"Any good dating options?" he asks playfully. "My current partner keeps teasing me; I may need to browse some new options."

You laugh and he chuckles by your ear, squeezing you tighter in ardent affection. You open up a browser to pull up a picture of all the love interests lined up. You explain each one to him while he listens patiently.

"Which one are you going for right now?"

"Guess."

He hums thoughtfully. "Robert?"

"Got it in one."

"Well, he's the most like me."

??? Is he a cryptid hunter too????

literally look nothin alike how tf

Istg this guy is in some shady business...

You flip back over to the game. He can tell now that one of the other love interests is who you're talking to. You turn your head so you can whisper in his ear. "You alright?"

He hums again with a small nod. "Just tired. Don't worry, sweetheart."

"Let me finish this up and we can go to bed, okay?" You kiss his cheek to cement your promise. He lifts his chin from your shoulder and kisses your forehead. "I'll only be a minute."

"Take your time." He kisses your forehead again for good measure. "Have fun, sweetie." His arms slide from their place around you as he heads toward the door.

Sylus loves watching you like this. Usually, he would wait somewhere else in a manor, tending to product for buyers or going over contracts. Tonight, however, you'd promised your viewers that you would play a horror game, and you needed him there in the room as moral support.

Which meant he got to tend to his guns (being off-camera as it were) and watch you panic over a haunted bear that wanted to kill you.

"Fuck fuck fuck, where's Bonnie?!" You jump with a startled cry, nearly flinging your headphones off from the fright. You lean back into your chair, hands on your head, as you read chat and try to calm your racing heart.

"You alright, sweetie?" he calls, trying to hide the amusement in his voice.

You're either too dazed to notice it or ignoring it altogether as you hum noncommittally. "The rabbit got me," you murmur.

The chats start flooding in out of nowhere. A few donations, a lot of screaming...

"Oh, I forgot to tell you guys that my partner is here for moral support." You giggle breathlessly. You look over at him with a smile. "They got jumpscared by your voice."

He chuckles. "I suppose I should be flattered to be on par with the monsters in your game."

Headcanons:

He supports your streaming without hesitation

Top of the line monitors, ergonomic chairs, cat ear headphones - name it and it's yours

But he doesn't show up during your streams very often

Really you're the one who insisted he stay out of sight, given his work and the possibility that someone may just recognize him

He likes to play your livestreams in the background while he works

When you excitedly ramble to him about what happened later, he already knows, but he loves to hear it from you

If you mention craving something, he's there after a bit with exactly what you wanted, whether it's a drink or a snack

Understands completely if you don't want to eat on camera, and just saves it for you for after

Maybe sticks his head into the room to show you what he got, or messages you saying it's waiting on the table

Very very rarely is he ever in the room while you stream, but it does happen

He scared your viewers when he suddenly spoke up from the sidelines

They thought he broke in or something

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melanated-writersblock · 6 months ago

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🪮Beauty Supply Store Run w/ ATEEZ🪮

A/N: For my blacktiny that like to keep their ✨hair did✨, the idea crossed my mind a time or two and existed in my drafts as a title alone for months, so I thought I’d finally add some sort of body and post it🙂‍↕️. Not too terribly long, but I hope it’s still enjoyable nonetheless! As always, likes, comments, & reblogs are greatly appreciated!

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Hongjoong ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ You two were out running errands all morning and this was your last stop before heading home.

⟢ Hongjoong figured he’d go in with you instead of just staying in the car.

⟢ You went straight to the back and got your go to burgundy braiding hair.

⟢ Hongjoong made it his business to buy hair coloring so his hair could match your braids when they’re done.

⟢ When you made it to the register, he got offended that you even pulled out your card to pay and stared you tf down until you put it back up🥴.

⟢ “Please don’t do that again while I’m here.”

⟢ Ofc he whipped out his card and paid!

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Seonghwa ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ It got to a point where he was spending more money than you🤦🏾‍♀️.

⟢ You already had a plan of attack for what you were gonna buy, but once Hwa saw all the extra stuff the store had he kinda went off the rails.

⟢ Not even half way through the store yet and he was already toting a hand basket full of hair ties, those zigzag headbands that pull your hair back in a wave pattern, mini claw clips, skin moisturizer, eye cream, face masks, lip balm, etc.

⟢ You had to stop him from buying a children’s bonnet because it had animal crossing characters on it!

⟢ “Hwa please, you don’t need all of that!”, “But there’s stuff in here for you too! Look, you just ran out of lipgloss so I got this one and there’s shimmer in it.”

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Yunho ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ You went in to specifically get more deep conditioner and Jamaican black caster oil with a couple of other stuff for your next wash days, and asked Yunho to keep you on track with your shopping.

⟢ You tried not to stare at stuff for too long bc Yunho likes to spoil you, and it wouldn’t make any sense if you’re trying to be good in the store but he goes and gets the stuff anyway😩.

⟢ He made a joke about buying you your own beauty supply store in passing, but knowing him it wasn’t a joke I fear…

⟢ The store had a sale on crochet locs and he saw the want in your eyes, so he snuck to the back to get 8 packs and paid for it while you wondered back in one of the aisles to get the spray bottle you forgot.

⟢ “I’ll be in the car when you’re done, Love.” Yunho called to you from the register before making a discreet run for the door so you couldn’t see his surprise.

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Yeosang ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ He’s a yes man I fear…

⟢ You knew you wanted to do a protective style, BUT you hadn’t decided which style you wanted to do yet, so Yeosang proposed the idea of “letting the hair god decide”, which meant you’d think of a style while shopping…bless his heart🙂‍↔️.

⟢ He didn’t know there were levels to this shit so now y’all have been in the store for an hour looking through different types of hair.

⟢ “If I get these bundles I could do a sew-in,” “That would look so nice!” “Waaaaaiiittt, if I get another pack of double strand cuban twists I’d have enough back home to do faux locs, should I?” “Yes you should,” “I gotta do waist length box braids immediately.” “You have to, and they need to be waist length exactly!” “Or should it be a bob?” “Yes, get a bob!”.

⟢ He’s just happy to be gang forreal😭.

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ San ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ The first time San went to the supply store with you, he didn’t know what he was expecting but he was gagged.

⟢ He thought he was on top of the names of the hairstyles you would wear…

⟢ Imagine his shame when you admit you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him he was wrong several times.

⟢ You gave him a crash course on your most favorite styles right there while walking through the aisles.

⟢ San has Pinterest open and at the ready with every namedrop.

⟢ “So the goddess locs aren’t passion twists,” “Right.” “And passion twists aren’t bantu knots.” “Exactly!”

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Mingi ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ Like a kid in a candy store.

⟢ Was vibing to the radio station, and kept pointing out the wall posters with different hair models on them, “You’d look so good with this style!”

⟢ Keeps holding up different packs of braiding hair colors to the side of your face, and you can’t help but laugh “Boy, what are you doing?” “I’m doing a color evaluation on you like in those youtube videos!”

⟢ The hair store turns him into a yapper, he even started chatting up the owner.

⟢ He kept going back and forth between the aisles and the front register, and had a full conversation happening with you and with the owner…AT THE SAME DAMN TIME.

⟢ But by the time you were ready to check out, someway…somehow…you ended up with a big ass discount😝!

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Wooyoung ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ Wooyoung made it his business to accompany you to the hairstore the next time you went after you returned home with $264 worth of stuff last time.

⟢ Crazily enough, you were only in there then for a new rat-tail comb cause you broke the last one in the middle of parting your hair.

⟢ He pushed the cart while you walked the aisles, following your eyes and what they were landing on.

⟢ “Aht! Aht! Put it back.” Wooyoung scolds you, pointing at the empty spot below the wig wall. You groan before putting the honey balayage Latisha unit back on the hanging rack.

⟢ “But Latisha is always sold out when I come up here though,” “You’re here for a new hair dryer and Eco Styling Gel, and “Latisha” is not one of those two things.”

⟢ You stare at him annoyed as he blows you a kiss, “I’m leaving your ass home next time.”

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Jongho ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ A PRO✨

⟢ Your Jongiebear is not new to this, he’s TRUE to this!!!

⟢ He came over to your place to spend the weekend a while back and saw you in action doing your own twists.

⟢ He was curious and wanted to know more, so you spent the evening telling him hair stories and the importance behind it and what it means for you, he’s been enlightened ever since.

⟢ He made a playlist on youtube full of tutorial videos for various hairstyles, so he can “help you with your hair” but it’s also to spend more time with you.

⟢ He has golden hands and you literally only trust him to help you install or take down your styles when you do them at home now.

⟢ He was installing your bubble braids with your leftover packs of hair, but half way through you ran out.

⟢ He initiated the trip himself, fully determined to finish the style in the span of 4 hours like the youtuber said it would be. And you walked in that store grinning from ear to ear.

⟢ He knew the brand, texture, color, and length, don’t play with him😮‍💨.

⟢ You were gonna pay but he was so in his zone, you had to let him have his moment. He paid for the packs, and the bubble braids came out 👑FLAWLESS👑!

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Hope you liked it! Lemme know your thoughts🫶🏾 ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

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imaginesheaven · 2 years ago

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Lonely Water (GN!Reader x TF141)

Lonely Water

GN!Reader x TF 141 (platonic)

Summary: You crash into the ocean with a helicopter during a mission. Waiting for your hopefully on time rescue you relive some of your favorite memories of your team. Kind of inspired by the song “Hold Back The River” by James Bay.

Callsign: Phoenix

Length: Around 2.3k words

Warnings: Swearing as always, angst, mentions of injuries, drowning

“Mayday! Eagle 3 is coming down in the middle of the ocean. The pilot is dead and I have no fucking clue how to fly this thing! … Oh, fucking hell…”

There is nothing but darkness around you. The mysterious but dark night sky with thousand shining stars above you and the deadly ocean lurking beneath you. The water is just waiting for you to lose the last of your endurance so you can sink into its cold embrace.

“I’m stronger than you think”, you hiss at the tiny waves of dark ocean water, but you are actually not sure how much longer you will survive. The cold of the sea comes creeping in what feels for hours now. It made itself a home in your bones so deeply freezing that your lips have turned already blue. The feeling in your arms and legs starts to fade just like your will of survival.

The helicopter sunk within minutes after the horrific crash into the water. There was literally nothing left to cling onto. You wouldn’t be Jack clinging for dear life onto a wooden door, while your true love stays safely above the freezing water.

The thought of the Titanic brings a weak smile onto your lips. At least you still got your humor with you to keep you company.

Darkness fills your mind with the sinking dread that your team probably wouldn’t be fast enough to rescue from this death trap. Your form floats on the water like a dead man hoping to delay the bitter end for just another few minutes.

The exhaustion slowly takes over as your eyes flutter shut desperate for a moment of rest. Cold water comes rushing over your face since the ocean was waiting for its chance to drown you in its embrace. The water is merciless. Adrenaline rushes through your vein bringing back your will to fight. You swim with weak strokes back to the surface. How much longer can you keep up against the sea?

“Oi! Not so fast, Phoenix!”, a familiar voice behind you yells out. The dirt beneath your shoes crunches as you jog through a patch of trees. Wait, a minute. The water surrounding you has vanished? This can’t be real, right? It hast to be a memory.

“Too bad you are so slow, Soap. You could easily catch up with me if you would work out a bit more”, you reply to the familiar voice behind you. Soap stares at you speechless for a second before he speeds up to catch you. Laughing you send him a wink and even put more speed on to outrun him more than easily.

Soap grunts with exhaustion ready to bring you down with him. He jumps forward his arms stretched out. This man is an open book for you for years now. Still grinning you make a step to the side completely out of his reach. Soap falls to the ground without you.

Absolutely pumped you start your little victory dance knowing exactly that in the distance Price, Gaz and Ghost are watching the two of you with binoculars. “That was quite a fall Soap took there”, the Captain comments the downfall of the poor Scott, “Pay up, Gaz.” The young soldier lets out a groan but always pays his bet debts.

“Phoenix could outrun us all, Gaz, never think otherwise”, no matter how often Ghost sees you running he is always mesmerized by your endurance.

“How can you be so damn fast?”, Soap can’t believe he lost once again. You give him a half shrug with your shoulder, “I imagine Death chasing me and what do we say to Death?”

“Not today”, you whisper smiling. The thought of your teammates brings you pure joy despite the fact you are probably going to drown. The only family you ever had and ever needed. For a second you close your eyes hoping to see more memories.

“So, your callsign is Phoenix. What’s the story behind it?”, Gaz asks you with a bright smile on his lips. Sometimes he reminds you of a little boy in a candy store. You can’t believe how much happiness his happiness can bring you.

“Well…”, you start your not so exciting story, but Soap interrupts you immediately: “Phoenix survived a car crash with a big explosion and came back out of its ashes like a Phoenix. Tada! The callsign was born!”

The silence in the room is deafening before you burst out with laughter, “What the hell, Soap?! No, that’s not what happened!” Everyone except Gaz gets a good laugh from this story. He looks so terribly confused and kind of intimidated at the same time.

“Poor Gaz is probably traumatized for the rest of his life. I like to burn things and someone else already had the fucking callsign Pyro so I had to improvise”, you explain him the situation with a few words. The young soldier rolls his eyes. Still a tiny smile on his lips can be seen.

“Have you any idea how hard it was to get Phoenix and Soap as both demolition freaks on the team? Explosions. Fires. Laswell was not happy at all”, Price recalls his quite one-sided conversation with her. The only thing she said was “NO!” over and over again. Well, she also said “FUCKING HELL FOR SURE NOT!” once. But Captain Price gets what he wants in the end.

A tiny tear rolls down your face, but you can’t feel anything anymore. The cold crept into every single fiber of your body. In the end it doesn’t matter anyway. You are still surrounded by water so what matters a single tear escaping? It’s the only one. Way too tired you can’t share more than that tiny tear with the ocean.

“Are you fucking serious? You could have died!”, you hiss angrily at Ghost as you patch the bullet wound in his side up. The tough soldier keeps quiet letting you work. “It’s like I’m talking to a brick wall without a single thought behind those eyes. Except for sacrificing himself for someone else”, you keep going with your monologue. No one dares to speak like that to him. Except you. It’s always you.

Ghost can’t see how your hands are shaking. How the fear takes over your already worry-ridden mind. How you blame yourself for not being fast enough in the end. You could have prevented this from happening.

But Simon knows you better than you yourself sometimes, “Not for anyone. Only for you, Phoenix. I’m sorry, but please stop worrying. Stop blaming yourself. In the end it was my decision. That’s what we do for each other. Keeping each other safe, right?”

Not answering you put away the first med kit finally done with patching him up. Ghost isn’t the one with the soft side, but with you it is so easy to feel safe for once. You stand up hoping to run from this conversation. His hand stops you dead in your tracks as he grabs your wrist, “Right?”

A slight smile appears on your lips still not turning around to face him, “Of course… but you are still a brick wall.” Simon can’t help himself but smile too behind his mask.

What have you done? If Simon would be here with you, he would hold this whole conversation against you. It’s the same reason that has brought you into the middle of the ocean. You wanted to keep them safe. Your team. Your family.

The helicopter was loaded with explosive meant to kill. Bombs. Soap’s favorite. There was no time to defuse them. You had not a single second to think about it. Just enough time to act on impulse. What a great idea to bring the helicopter down over the ocean far away to hurt someone else. But what about you?

“No, you are not stronger than me, Gaz”, Soap puts down the money for his bet. There is never a dull moment with those clowns. A tiny smile appears on your lips as you nurse your lonely drink in your hand.

“What’s so funny?”, Price notices your rather happy facial expression. “Nothing, just happy to be alive”, you reply simply. The Captain doesn’t need an explanation what you mean exactly. He just knows. You don’t need to elaborate how they give you a feeling of being home. How they are like the family you never had before in your life. They are everything you need to be happy.

But now it is time to let go.

Tired you keep your eyes closed as the cold water pulls you down into its embrace. You are not scared anymore to give up this time. Only gratefulness and happiness are present in your heart and mind. The joy you experienced is more than enough for a whole lifetime.

For the last time you open your eyes to see the darkness around you. It was the only friend you had the last few hours. The tiny waves trying to lull you into a memories-filled sleep. The cold making it easier to let go. You have been tired for so long already. Tiny air bubbles escape and leave you behind.

The darkness lurks beneath you, but above the water surface shines a strange light. Is that the beacon of hope you were looking for the whole time? There are voices too, but you can’t understand what they are yelling. You are sinking further and further. Far away from the light.

Above the lonely water your team is looking for you desperately.

The thought sends a surge of energy through your body. As hard as you can you wave your arms and legs completely uncoordinated. Still the movement brings you closer to the surface. You can’t give up now. Not so close to them.

Your whole body is numb and hurts at the same time terribly. The ocean gives its best to keep you to itself. The cold clouds your mind. Are you paddling into the right direction? Are you going further down?

Then your arm breaks through the surface. But that’s all you had left in you.

Something grabs your hand so tight you almost screamed out loud because of the pain. Your head is still underwater. There is another tightness in your lungs screaming for just a tiny bit of fresh air.

Slowly you get dragged out of the darkness. Leaving the ocean behind. You take a gasping breath. The world outside the water is so overwhelming. The lights blind you for a moment. The loud noises roar in your ears. Pure chaos. For a moment you miss the calming darkness of the ocean.

A slight smile would appear on your lips as you see the faces of your teammates, but that’s too much for now. Gaz and Soap have their hands tightly on your arms, while Price and Ghost try to heave you into the helicopter by your tactical vest. All your gear got extremely heavy soaked with ocean water to the brim. You wish you could help them out, but you reached your limit of energy a long time ago. They lower you to the ground finally freed of the water.

“We got Phoenix. Go, Nik”, Price gives his order to Nicolai. Your favorite Russian pilot. Ghost and Soap try to get rid of your tactical vest together. Gaz stands ready with a blanket to warm you up. They keep talking to you, but you can’t quite follow their words. Your mind still frozen in place.

“Hey, hey. You broken?”, John puts his hand on your ice-cold cheek to get your attention. This time you can manage a weak smile, “Define broken, Captain.” He lets out a deep sigh full of worry but more than happy to hear your voice once again.

“Don’t ever do this again, muppet. You were out there the whole night. We- … We literally thought you were gone. Want to sit up?”, Price grabs your shoulder softly too scared to hurt you after what you went through. Ghost on the other side helps you too to sit up.

The sun starts to rise on the horizon bringing another day to this earth. Another day you are able to see. Another day to be alive.

“You damn lucky bastard. The endurance from your jogging probably saved your ass out there”, Simon can’t believe he gets another chance to see you again. It breaks his heart to see you beaten up and weak like this, but you are alive.

“What do we say to Death?”, Soap asks you grinning like always. “Not today”, you reply enjoying the little inside joke the two of you have.

Price puts his leg behind your back so you can relax yourself against him. Ghost rests his hand on your shoulder letting himself feel grateful to have you back. Soap sits next to you. Shoulder against shoulder. Just like out in the battlefield. Gaz holds one of your hands in his to get them back to normal temperature.

Your little family.

Lonely Water

Let us hold each other

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luvv4j4ybe11 · 1 year ago

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I'm tired of being horny,I want love😭😭

can you give us some fluff headcanons with teyam,please??🥹

YES OML! I love writing headcanons sm😭

Warnings~ none! Enjoy the fluff everyone<3

★ Neteyam is the type of mate to make you stay in bed on a rainy day, no matter if you guys have things to do or not. He just loves spending time with his girl.

★ speaking of which, his family completely adores you. They’re always asking for you to come over and spend time with them(mostly neytiri and Jake saying this bc you’re literally like a daughter to them)

★ tey absolutely ADORES whenever you spend time with his family, especially his siblings and ESPECIALLYY with tuk, you act so well with all of them that it makes him want to give you a family of your own.

★ his love language is definitely acts of service, words of affirmation, and physical touch. So definitely expect to be gifted with things you’ve always wanted while he’s hugging you and whispering all sorts of praises and I love yous into your ear.

★(this hc is for human!reader) if your ovulating/on your period, he will never leave your side, always giving you whatever you need since he knows how painful your periods can be. (And also because your smell gets stronger, and he doesn’t want any of the males in his clan thinking they have a chance with you. Because they don’t.)

★ speaking of this, he definitely is extremely protective of you. Like, yes he knows you’re fully capable of handling yourself, but he just can’t help it. You’re his girl, how could he not protect you?

★ if you need an example of how far this man would go for you, just remember that one time where he came home with bloody fists and a bloody nose because he overheard a group of boys sexualizing you(lo’ak jumped into the fight too bc he didn’t want to hear you or his parents lecture him about leaving Neteyam by himself to get beat tf up😭)

★turns into such a baby when he’s tired. Poor boy will come home completely exhausted, it’s so obvious in his features it makes you sad. He’ll grumble when you ask him how his day was, hurriedly taking off his uncomfortable garments and picking you up and carrying you to the bed, placing you down on the soft pillows before placing all of his body weight onto you. You let out a little huff from the suddenness of it, but it turns into a giggle when you feel him smoosh his head into your boobs.

★“Awh, what needy little babyboy. Just needed some cuddles, hm?” You’d tease while placing a kiss on his forehead, left hand rubbing his scalp soothingly as your other hand trails down his back in a content motion.

★(hc for modern!au) you guys would definitely do a whole bunch of couple TikTok’s tg, and literally everyone loves you guys sm

★ would secretly learn all your favorite foods and make them whenever your sad/on your birthday.

★ does this thing if your walking past a group of people that make you uncomfortable, he’ll put himself between you and the group, so he’s acting as a barrier almost

★ loves the sound of your voice/laugh so much, And it SHOWSSSS. lo’ak made fun of him one time because teyams tail started wagging when you laughed at a joke he made

★ also loves carrying you/manhandling you (gently ofc) js bc he likes to see the surprise on your face whenever he does. All those years of training and building his strength being put to use frl🙌🏼 he also does it bc he has a strength kink and size kink..BUT WE ARENT GONNA GET INTO THAT!!

★he has a sweet spot in the middle of his scalp that makes him purr really loud and kick his leg slightly, you found out about it one of the many times he fell asleep on your chest. You never told him you knew about it though because you know he’d probably get embarrassed, but whenever he does fall asleep on your chest you always massage that spot just to giggle at his reaction.

★(black!reader hc..so me!) love to play with your hair and braid it, also loves to participate in your wash days. Like this mf will be more hyped to wash your hair than you are(you barley lift a finger during your wash days because he insists you just sit down and relax while he does everything)

★ made a wash day playlist with all your favorite songs on your phone without you knowing, so when you asked him where the playlist came from he just giggled at you before telling you where it came from. (You cried and hugged him because..he’s a fucking sweetheart?)

★ always talks about starting a family with you, and the look in this man’s eyes whenever he talks about it is completely adorable. You’re literally the love of this man’s life

A/N~ I need a man like teyam frl🥹 also I’m flattered you guys love my neteyam works sm, it really means the world to me<3 but could we mayhaps send in requests for different characters? I’d love to hear what you guys have in mind for them. Other than that tho, stay safe and hydrated. I love you guys sm💕

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sevs-corner · 6 months ago

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Tf 141: Mafia AU!

Chapter 2: Jobless? More like Job-bless

A/N: Link to prev ch + mini epilogue of the chap (where it goes to another character’s pov aside from the reader :DD) :

Preface:

After the mess of a morning, you instantly got roped into the orderly chaos of the bakery. Under a contract (a list of chores really) you are now tied to the place Nonna and Nonno calls home.

Although, you soon come to learn that it is the home of other certain individuals as well.

With a groan, you wonder how many things are left on the chore list posted on the to-do board, pinned with all sorts of menus, post-it notes, old recipes, and photos of people you don’t really care to know or recognize; although, you were curious of who that one handsome man was.

Which you kept at the back of your mind to ask Nonna during your break later.

For now, you had to focus up and sort this damn mountain of trash.

You even got scolded by the trash guy for having mixed the recyclables and non-recyclables! You pouted, mumbling that it wasn’t your fault but the old couple who ran this place— yet all he did was wave you off, saying that he’d make an exception and come by tomorrow, ‘as long as the trash is sorted.’

To be honest, you’d rather sort him to the non-recyclables pile.

Rancid- the whole lot of it was! You couldn’t believe it got stocked up until the second floor of the building… but you kinda have to wonder if they threw it from below with an underhand throw or dropped from the room you were currently in.

The latter seems more plausible.

Until you saw Nonna, spin and accurately place another bag on top- winking at your gaping form, knees bent with your elbows resting on it exhaustion.

“Is that nasty sickness gone?” She asks, arms folded on her chest as she leans by the doorway.

“I think I got another type of nasty sickness,” you raised your arms and showed the dirty yellow rubber gloves and apron covered in grime.

She laughs and nods, “well better get to finishin’! Else, you wouldn’t make it to the lunchtime rush.”

“Is that part of the list too?” You asked, stunned, you were very sure that was on there until Nonna waved you in. Pointing at the pin board by the doorway.

You slightly let yourself, making sure none of the guck got in the place you just cleaned. Bending and craning your neck upward, you gasp at how the checklist just became double its size from before, a stapler at both ends of the first one connecting to the next.

You quickly turn your head, tone accusatory- “you added onto it!”

“There’s a lot to do,” she shrugs, “didn’t quite give you the full list.”

She points to the first saying how that was Nonno’s list while the next was made by her. You pouted, finding it unfair- knowing how it wouldn’t be completed in a day, actually more than a week no less!

“How am I supposed to help you guys tomorrow if I can’t find my place today?”

She hums, tapping her chin before snapping her fingers and roughly pinching your puffed out cheeks.

“You stay upstairs with us, of course!”

“WHAT?”

You reflexively scream reacted, falling to your dramatically as your hands catch your upper body before it fell into the door way face first.

“Not a bad deal, right dearie?”

“Rightly so, dear wifey!”

You could hear the old couple tease you (with the old man coming in to see what the racket was that disturbed him from his cooking routine, only to see his wife amusing herself once more with the new kid she “adopted” (nonna’s words not his)) making you feel even more depressed, wondering what made you think it was a good idea in the first place to sign up to this deal.

You wanted info- and they needed a helper. The end.

You should have read the Terms and Conditions really. (The non existent one aka, reading between the lines and the vibe of the couple.)

Alas, you accepted your fate, resigning to it really as you stood up, looking at the list before retuning to the trash area, where the old couples kisses and giggles were still echoing by the back door way. A reality slapping reminder of what you needed to get back to immediately.

Kneeling by the pile you left, you spot a cat- a strangely pristine white one with bright blue eyes. It looked a bit fancy to be wandering around this part so you checked its neck for a collar yet there was none.

Humming to yourself, you called to it softly as you removed your stickily sweat gloves.

The cat, as if heeding your call, comes closers to your whispers of encouragement and ultimately sits before you meowing and nudging its head towards you.

“Aww!” You gleamed, immediately petting it with your finger tips, but melt even more as it long and fluffy tail wrapped around your fingers- as if urging you to continue your pampering.

“You’re such a cutie! Aren’t ‘cha?” You continue cooing at it, and with how immediately comfortably attached the cat was with you- you decided to try and carry it by opening your arms.

The cat crawls pause, sensing your pets has stopped and stares at you.

You stare it back.

Like a lightbulb popping up, the cat meows and stand up, crawling closer and…

“Now who the hell is there?”

You and the cat screech, both jumping in the air.

Although the difference between the two of you was one landed on their ass while the other ran away.

Unceremoniously once again.

You heaved, looking at the man intimidatingly making himself known by the entrance of the alleyway to the back door of the bakery, smoke in hand while the other was on his side- a holster you assume as you see something gleam below the morning light.

You noticed that he wore a suit quite similar to the men you met last night. Although this time, it was dark navy blue in color with a heavy coat on top, and brown shoes that seemed quite shinier that the jewels he wore on his fingers.

As you picked apart his outfit, he came in closer, noticing how you shivered at his presence (you weren’t it was just cold and he surprised the beejeebus out of you.)

So he stopped a bit aways away, five feet apart to be safe of the unexpected accusation that might come along by strangers at the street side.

“Got any business with this place?”

“Huh?” You look up at him, finally looking at his- less irritated, more confused than anything- face. His slicked back blonde hair made his eye brow raise and forehead creases even more noticeable as he tossed to you his questionable stare.

“Oh, uh yeah- I do.”

He nods, “right.”

You deadpanned, with you not believing him and him not believing your words— you decided to start the conversation again by standing and introducing yourself.

“I’m Graves,” he does the same, and stuff his hands in his pocket, offering a nod and grin.

“Like…” you paused, “the tombstone?”

He deadpans this time and sighs, shaking his head.

“You... you can put it that way,” he waves his hand, “but what’s your business here anyway, shortstack?”

You grumble to yourself about his nickname but placed in the back burner for later, where you would also burn him- but that’s a plan in the making.

“Why do you need to know?” You reply, a bit apprehensive of his prying. It’s not like he lived here- as far as you know.

…Maybe he was going to hustle you for messing with his favorite smoking spot?!

“Oh!” You turn to him, making his mouth clamp shut. “This might have been your smoking spot right? My bad.”

You bowed your head in a slight bow when apologizing, “its just that the owners of the bakery told me to clean up here,” you pointed to the pile of dump on the trashcan, “but as you can see, its taking me some time.”

He laughs, finally connecting the dots in his head and figuring who you were.

“Those old hags giving you trouble?”

Suddenly his arm was on your shoulder, slinging you forward and into his space which made you slightly flinch away, half uncomfortable and the other half making you hope wouldn't dirty his- clearly expensive- suit then blame it on you and pay for cleaning or worse... replace it.

Yeah, you didn't want to think about that.

So, you shook your but deeply sigh anyways, "it's all good."

You didn't know why but you wanted to reassure the stranger. In hope of getting him off your case? Maybe so- but it was more likely that his suit quite stank from the smell of cigs and alcohol, but with the mix of his- high end- cologne- it was just a smell that spelled disaster for your senses.

"Really now?" Unconvinced he was again but at this point, why did you continue to care?

So you huffed, sliding out of his grasp- surprisingly easily- and went by the back door, arms crossed just like a certain someone had done moments ago.

"Really," you rolled your eyes, "but its up to you to believe it or not."

Graves' eyes sparkled, smirk widening as he sniffs out a challenge- a challenge to his authority.

He scoffs out an amused chuckle as he sees you stomp back into the bakery in a huff, clearly cutting short your interaction with him and the conversation.

A conversation he quite wanted to continue.

So he follows, interest now piqued, wondering if you were a new face in town or simply a fleeting face he'd forget in a momentary notice. Whatever it was, he wanted to know.

His gut feeling says he has to--

it hasn't proven him wrong after all.

Entering the warm bakery as compared the cold breeze the outside gave made you shiver, hoping your body would better quickly adapt to the temperature change.

Quickly hanging your apron, you called out to the two that you came back for the lunch rush, all the while washing your hands in the kitchen's sink.

Whistling a tune, you think back to the words of Nonna earlier, having said that you would have to stay here until you get the end of your bargain. At least, that was what you think she meant until the list is done and dealt with.

Your actions slow as you think of an alternative-- you could text your co-worker and ask them right now, but that was embarrassing to think of doing. They gave simple instructions of how to get at the place, yet you somehow got lost and stumbled upon so much more people than you think you would have before coming into this reputable city.

To be honest to yourself for a moment, you didn't want to admit it to them not because of embarrassment- but because of how you felt ashamed of yourself. You didn't like having yourself in this position, squandering away for any penny you can make, scraping by with each paycheck, and most of all, for being so stupid that you can't even repay the kindness your co-worker has shown you. It felt like a waste, that you weren't using it right now-- staying at their place and slowly making it up to them by paying back every single money they spent to pay for rent, utilities, and food that they provided.

So you resolved yourself, slapping your face with the washed hands to wake yourself up from the quite long (short) introspection of your situation right now.

You did owe Nonna and Nonno for staying here, but for the boss of Soup? No... Suds-? Anyways, you had to repay that guy's boss as well for the lodging last night.

Maybe you can rearrange the agreement with the couple to provide- at least- the minimum of minimum wages so you wouldn't be just free labor for their amusement.

Despite thinking that they really might need some help, looking around at the state of place.

"Seems like you washed your hands extra clean."

You hear a sip behind you, jumping once more as you naturally glared at the person that spooked you.

"Could you like," you waved your hands around trying to find words, "not spook me every time you appear-- are you the boogeyman incarnate or something?"

This man in front of you, as formal as he looks, just breaks into cackles.

Downright fits of laughter that continuously bubble out of him.

Wheezing and all that-- but you wait, staring at him strangely and for him to catch his breath.

After a couple minutes pass and he doesn't, even leaning against the doorway as he covers his face (which was bright red) in attempt to limit his giggles, you sigh and untangle your arms. Pushing yourself off the sink and moving him aside so you could start the lunch shift.

"Wa-wait!"

You hear the man wheeze out and in frustration, you grumble out a- "what?"

"I- I was only ask-asking about you earlier bec-because--"

"because he's la famiglia, cara!"

You turn to the sudden pop of Nonna at your side, looking at her in question, "what do you mean-?"

"He-!" She quickly slaps his back to cough out his remaining laughter, "is one of my sons!"

"Son?" you ask, head tilting as you think back to that photo on the board. You turn to the board, checking if you were right-- and it was as if fate checked mate you as your eyes locked onto the boy at the far right side of the one completed family picture (you assumed) which had a lot of members.

'Blonde and blue eyes...'

The man, who has just been a disaster a couple of minutes ago, had now regain his composure and grinned at you as if it didn't look like he was losing his balls earlier.

"That's why I was concerned shortcake," he wraps his arm around Nonna (who just snuggles into him), "'cause I'm her son."

'Oof. '

Well, now that you know that they were all their (adopted) children in that picture, you find yourself more at ease in Graves' presence as Nonna chats to him about what happened ever since you showed up, with him humming and commenting from time to time.

As they sat at the side, you continued to do your job, managing the register and the back of the house- sending orders in and plates out.

You did it so much that by the time another table came, you were in auto pilot, customer service mode.

"Hello and welcome! What can I get for y'all started with--"

"Well, aren't you worse for wear."

Hearing that out of place comment made you snap out of your stupor, finally taking in the faces before you.

"The guys from last night!" You gasp, "and Suds' boss!" you glanced at the man with a beard and you could see him smile and nod, reaffirming who he was.

"Yes, that's me-"

Yet he gets cut by the rounding laughter of the table, making you confused, muttered a small, "what?"

"Suds--" The kind man from the other night manages out before falling into another fit of wheezing.

"His name ain't Suds, darlin'," the guy with a rough, scratchy voice talks and you now see that he was wearing a skull mask on the upper part of his face, then a black clothe covering his lower half.

"It's not?"

The man in question groans out, "its Soap you nest-head!"

You clicked your tongue, "Now I'm less inclined to call you that, Suds."

Now even Price chuckles at this exchange, making 'Grickky' looking at him in shock.

"Did you sleep well?"

Price redirects the conversation and you turn to him with a smile and nod, "thank to you sir."

You politely bowed your head and told him how you were gonna pay him back for it, but he just shakes his head- telling that you "shouldn't worry your pretty lil' head over a lil' cash."

"But its not a little amount!" You protested and they looked at you in shock. Thinking that you would just accept it and be done with it.

"I know better than anyone how both kindness and money is precious, so I'll work to pay you back sir."

The determination flaming in your eyes makes them quite stunned at the moment before Price just chuckles, "do as you wish." He says in contentment of the moment, and he was quite satisfied from how you reacted- bubbling and smiling as if you weren't laying sick mere hours ago when they last saw you.

"Cara!"

You hear Nonna call for you and you pause, asking for the four to wait a moment while you walk to see what Nonna needed until you see her approaching in excitement.

"Nonna-?"

"Oh my gosh!" She squeals into your arms, "I can't believe you're meeting all my boys today!"

"Your...boys?"

You stare at her for a moment before redirecting it to the sheepish four who sat there.

Welp... now your proclamations sounds a little awkward...

There was no way she would let her own son pay for lodging at his parent's place.

Even though you've only known Nonna for a couple hours, you were quite sure. A conclusion which made you throw your head back in embarrassment once again.

"just how many sons do you have?!"

A/N: Long chapter for the 2nd one because I got inspired! And also for the warm reception and the attention my silly lil AU for Tf 141 is getting hehe so thank yall <33 Cheers to more chapters to come !!

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revelboo · 6 months ago

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More from TFE megatron....Please I beg you....you are feeding every scenario I have created in my head in all my years of transformers addiction 😔👍👍(Like, this isn't even a joke. I log into your account 3 times a day and refresh the page to see if there's anything because I look like a person who's trying to Quitting drugs but can't because there's always more... you're feeding me ....love your writing😘💗)

Sure! I’m glad you like my nonsense! 😆

Give Up/Give In Pt 2

TF Earthspark Megatron x Reader

• The broken little noise of pain and fear you make when he transforms around you lodges in his processor and he doesn’t even know where he’s taking you until he’s there. Landing outside the Malto home because he didn’t know where else to go. Everything blurs together from there like when he’s in the middle of a battle, little moments standing out.

• Growling at the kids to stay back when they approach so they won’t see. Dorothy yelling at Alex for her kit off the top of the fridge when she realizes what happened. Twitch lingering until Bumblebee pulls her away. Dorothy yelling at him for not taking you to a hospital. The coppery scent of blood inside his alt mode and the sounds. He doesn’t try to shut anything out, because this is his fault. He needs to remember this, feel the weight of his failure. The cost.

• Feeling useless and hating that feeling, he’s not sure how long passes until he feels Dorothy standing and walking inside his alt mode and knows it’s over. “You know I’m not a doctor,” Dorothy says when she finally walks down his ramp, her voice tight with anger. True enough, but he’s seen her treat others in the field under duress. “The fight was on the news.” There’s no censure in her voice. There should be, but she just sounds tired. “All in all, injuries aren’t too bad. Not great, but not life threatening. But I’m not a doctor.” He almost laughs when she smack a hand against him in a gentle rebuke, sobering when her palm leaves a red smear.

• He’s aware of the human still in his alt mode. At some point they stopped crying, but he can feel their heartbeat. Hear them breathing. He’d growled when Alex had suggested moving them onto the couch out of his sight. Where he can’t monitor them and he needs to. Now he watches Alex carry out some extra blankets and pillows for you. Attention turning inward as the man lifts your head to put a pillow under it and drapes a blanket over you. “Did anyone see you take them?” Dorothy asks, voice low as she glances at the barn. Worry for her kids obvious in her tension, the pinched expression on her face. Wondering what he might be bringing to her doorstep.

• Maybe. Humans and their blasted phones. Knows why she’s asking, because it would look bad. The reformed warlord taking a wounded victim before help can arrive? No matter what he does, they all still look at him like they expect the worst. Like he’s only playing a part, biding his time. And it’s not just the humans. It’s exhausting mentally and physically. Because he’ll always be the monster no matter what he does or how hard he tries. His motives always questioned and judged because of the weight of all that past wrongs. Innocent blood and energon both on his hands.

#transformers x reader #earthspark megatron #megatron x reader

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dilfl0v3rss · 2 years ago

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i feel like ony the type of man to give his girl a specific look if she got a attitude and it’ll shut her right tf up

nah literallyyyyy. like he don’t gaf where y’all or what you’re doing. you could be coming home from the shittiest day at work, kicking your shoes off with aggression before practically stomping your way to your bedroom. ony would watch you from the couch, controller in hand as he observed your pissed off demeanor. he wouldn’t say anything to you yet, waiting for you to calm down and come out to talk to him about it, but that never happened. instead you walked out in his t shirt and your panties, bonnet sitting on your head while you cursed your life away on the phone with sasha.

“then the bitch had the nerve to tell me ‘well you work here so i would expect you to know’. bitch just because i work at a fucking makeup store it don’t mean i know everything about every type of makeup! that’s why there’s a damn label on it. if her stupid ass would’ve just tried to read instead of being a nagging ass bitch she would’ve been found everything she needed to know on that morhafucka!” sasha agree with you, nodding along on facetime as she listened to you rant. “yea that bitch is dumb” she giggled as you groaned loudly, practically swinging the fridge open to grab a water. ony watched you closely, jaw already tight because he been told you to “stop wit allat cussing” around him.

“ma…” you looked up from your phone, a nasty “what” on the tip of your tongue, but it never fell. your lips stayed parted as you stood still. the look he gave you was bone chilling. eyes piercing through you, making you feel scared and exposed. to anyone else the expression would seem more as if he were bored, but to you it meant something completely different, “watch your fucking mouth”. although the words never lefts his lips, you knew instantly that it was time to hang up that phone and apologize for how you came in there acting. “i’ll be right back girl, bye”

#onyankopon x black reader #aot onyankopon #aot x black reader #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon x black!reader

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lostpiewrites · 16 days ago

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BOFURIN BOYS AS BFS (PART 1 ?) ✨️

ft: Haruka Sakura , Hayato Suo , Akihiko Nirei.

a/n : art credits unknown. in cheers of the 2nd season starting , i wanted to write something for ma handsome fighters. ❤️‍🔥

Haruka Sakura

This boy will combust if you ever so much as breathe in the same direction as him , let alone being friends AND dating on top of that. Come on , we are talking about a guy who blushes at the thought of sbd ELSE having a gf , let alone himself...

If you are a type of person who likes teasing their partner, dating him would be a HEAVEN. This guy is a blushy mess and his face is so expressive that you would THRIVE on his embarrassed adorable reactions.

Awkward as hell when it comes to physical affection , will stand there like a stick if you hug him and don't expect him to ever return it . You will be the one to initiate things in the relationship until he gets comfortable, which is like a few years...

His love language is definitely acts of service. This man has climbed onto top of buildings like a goddamn ninja only to catch a cat. So for his gf , he would move mountains and order clouds around. But he turns beet red and denies it with his life when you point out sth that he did for you. "Baby , did you go there to bring me this water bottle ? Thank uu! How thoughtful of you..." "AS IF! I was just going into the kitchen and brought it back just because..."

Words of affirmation is something that he tries if you are into them. This guy has a hard time with verbal explanations and even normal conversations so you can't expect him to go full out complimenting you. The most you can get is a mumbled "it looks good on you" or "you did well" , but he tries i promise.

Same goes for gift giving , he tries if you are into it. But let's be real , this guy is an orphan with parents nowhere to be found. So his gifts would be more handmade and heartfelt and less things that he would spend money on. He would pick flowers and make a crown for you or make origami bracelets etc.

Is insecure of his appearance due to his past so please compliment him often.

Takes you out on picnic dates with homemade food or just stays in and spends time with you indoors as a date.

Your bodyguard on duty 24/7. Gets physical IMMEDIATELY when sbd looks at you in the wrong way and doesn't calm down until you either drag him tf outta there or coax him to relax by saying things like "its okay , it wasn't disturbing me".

Doesn't tell his friends about you until you are very into relationship , probably at least one year , because my poor boy will have a cardiac arrest at the single bit of their relentless teasing. But if you insist, he introduces you to them. (and probably goes to hide in the home for the next week)

If you ever to see him fight , he acts depending on your reactions. If you are scared after seeing him beat sbd half to death and want to stay away for a while , he gets upset a lot but respects it and keeps a safe distance. If you aren't scared and are like "wow , shit was cool" , he blushes at the praise. Later on , he insists on teaching you how to fight so you can defend yourself when he isn't around.

Hayato Suo

Speaking of diet , he would be against you eating outside. Instead he cooks himself and eats healthily at home with you and drinks a lot of tea. Makes you drink too.This man probably has a spare cooking book only for teas. Has a tea recipe suitable for every single occasion on earth. You caught cold ? Mint and limon tea coming up. You have bronchitis or cough ? Mulberry tea right on your table. You feel like your body odor has gotten bad lately ? Jasmine and rose tea one cup right in your hands. You having trouble with your excretory system ? Onion tea is brewing right on your stovetop.

Walking epitome of discipline. You need to study ? Under his supervision , you get straight A+'s. You need to keep your sleep routine going ? Will gently force you to bed , not physically but verbally. Your eyebags ? Gone , wtf is that ? Wanna go on a diet ? You are losing 15 pounds in a month with him.

This man is a MASTER of mixing praise with teasing , combined with that stupidly attractive half-smirk of his. Leaving you a blushing mess , running away from him because he is RELENTLESS at it. You can't even answer him because he finds another thing in your answer that he can tease you about.

Even as his gf , don't expect to see what is underneath that eyepatch. You probably won't even see him losing composure. Mans wakes up before you so you don't see his bed hair or smell his morning breath. (he probably doesn't have any but yeah...)

He will fight for you if sbd disturbs you without breaking a sweat and casually walks off like nothing happened , leaving that person not only beaten to a pulp but also humiliated as hell.

And then proceeds to hold the doors open for you or carry your purse like a gentleman , as if he didn't ruin sbd's dignity and threw into hell's pit. He is a gentleman at heart but can't help himself sometimes , no one messes with his girl.

He acts on every single one of them but his most dominant love language is words of affirmation imo. He would complement you like he is a walking poetry library. "You look as beautiful as a Lana Del Rey song" , "Does it feel heavy to carry constellations in your eyes ?".

He has a generally calming and safe presence so it makes it easy for you to open up to him or go to his arms to cry.

He is into calm-romantic dates and Chinese culture. So a date at a traditional restaurant with candle ambiances and traditional food while sitting over tatamis is his ideal perfect date.

Akihiko Nirei

This man is the no1 social butterfly you know. Like he is the definition of "a guy who knows a guy" but in a good way. He is so bubbly , energetic and friendly that people constantly get drawn into him. So he knows almost everyone throughout his hometown , thus has some INSANE connections to people you can't even imagine meeting. He is all like "so you need sbd who can extract oxyn hormone from a flower petal ? lemme see , i have a friend who works at a lab-..." type of bf.

Him being a social butterfly always contributes positively to you , even tho you may be a shy person. If you are an extrovert and actually like to engage with people-activities , he is the right gate that you can network with people through. And if you aren't a social person like him , having him beside you still ends up in your favor because he does all the talking and interacting so that you can stay in your comfort bubble.

We all know how he writes down info about all the fighters we have met throughout the series ? He has a spare notebook just for you. He keeps everything he learns about you in that book , written down in detail. And if you ever were to find out he blushes but still confidently and playfully brags about it to you and says sth along the lines of "see , i am an attentive bf."

He isn't a good fighter , despite being in an environment that constantly needs that talent. So he beats himself up on that and needs reassuring that he isn't worthless or weak. Please give him the biggest bear hug you can muster along with love-full smoochies.

Dates with him consist mostly of fun activities like amusement parks , animal cafes etc. But he is down for anything you wanna try and/or anywhere you wanna go spesifically.

#wind breaker #bofurin #windbreaker satoru nii #satoru nii #hayato suo #sakura haruka #nirei akihiko #windbreaker season 2

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uceyliyahh · 29 days ago

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MOON BOUND

summary: Kholë finds herself in an arranged marriage by her father after signing a contract, the more her and Jimmy hated each other the more they would fall for each other.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good a writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment.

warnings contain: fingering, slight fight scene, unprotected sex

word count: 5.7k

Jimmy Uso x Khole

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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Kholë was overwhelmed with anxiety about her finals leading up to spring break. In her quest to prepare for the exams, she withdrew from social interactions, consumed by the fear of potentially failing her classes before the break.

While she was studying for her exams in her room, she heard the door creak open but didn’t bother to look up at the newcomer. Suddenly, she felt a gentle hand push her hair aside, followed by a warm, lingering kiss on her neck.

She instantly recognized the soft kiss on her neck as Jimmy's, even as she attempted to concentrate on the notes she had jotted down a few days prior during her school visit.

She and Jimmy have been spending a lot of time together when they’re alone, particularly in intimate moments—he was taking her with a raw intensity, almost as if he were angry with her. Whenever it was necessary to assert his dominance, he was always the one to do it.

As the night grew late, they would snuggle together on the couch, with her resting her head on his chest while he gently rubbed her butt in soothing circles, lulling her into a peaceful slumber.

There were moments when their animosity reached such heights that they could barely tolerate one another, leading to instances of passionate reconciliation. Jey would playfully mock them, pointing out the irony of their intense hatred while suggesting they were deeply 'in love' with each other.

Both of them remained oblivious to the true nature of their feelings for one another.

Jimmy encircled her waist with his powerful arms, enveloping her in the sweet aroma of coconut as she melted into his embrace.

“Jimmyyy stop, I'm tryna focus.” Kholë whined out of annoyance.

“I haven’t seen you all day mamas, being stuck in this room all day.” Jimmy replied while placing some tender kisses down the back of her neck.

“I have exams coming up Jim, I have to stay focus.” Jimmy spun her around, allowing her to meet his gaze as he loomed above her petite frame, taking in her beauty with admiration.

He gently cradled her face in his hands, leaning in to kiss her deeply. Their passionate embrace prompted her to entwine her arms around his neck.

“Relax mamas, you’re tensed.”

“I’m not though Jim..” she murmured between the kiss.

Jimmy had slithered his hands down her butt giving it a squeeze—swirling his tongue inside of her mouth.

“You’re though baby, let me help you relax.”

Kholë had grown accustomed to Jimmy's thoughts reaching her mind, feeling the warmth of his lips gliding along her jawline and descending to her neck, while his gentle caress of her breast elicited soft moans from her.

He gently pressed his lips against her chest, lifting her shirt as he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, granting him effortless access. He began to lick and suck on her nipples, watching her throw her head back in delight.

“Just like that Jim….” Kholë moaned, running her fingers through his curls.

He pulled on her nipples making that pop effect escape his lips teasing her, “like this baby? Huh?” His hands slither down inside of her shorts sticking two fingers inside of her pumping them In and out of her.

“She so fucking wet for me doll, this was you needed huh?” Jimmy cooed at her watching her trembling underneath his touch.

“Fuckk daddy, fuckk nobody does it like you do daddy.” She parted her legs slightly wider, allowing him to delve his fingers deeper within her while she grasped onto something for support.

“I know baby, I know.” He could hear the sound of his hand meeting her clit as his fingers skillfully moved within her, and when he glanced up, he noticed her eyes were rolling back in ecstasy.

He seized her by the throat, demanding that she open her mouth while he forcefully spat inside, his tongue exploring as he continued to penetrate her with his fingers.

Jimmy expertly curled his fingers, striking her g-spot perfectly, making her cling to his shoulders as a wave of pleasure built up deep within her.

“J-Jimmy, s-shit…ouuu shit.”

“Squirt on my hands mama, c’mon baby.” Jimmy had sped up his pace with his fingers hitting her g-spot over and over again.

Just as she was about to complete her thought, a knock echoed at the door, bringing their actions to a sudden stop. Jimmy instinctively felt that it was Jey on the other side.

“Uce! C’mon dawg! We gotta get going for work!” Jey shouted from behind the door.

Kholë spent the entire day in a state of anticipation, her frustration evident as Jimmy withdrew his fingers from her drenched core. She pouted, crossing her arms in a display of displeasure.

Jimmy could feel her sexual frustration mingling with her tension, and the combination of the two was far from ideal for either of them.

“A’ight I’ll be out in a few minutes.” Jimmy responded as he held Kholë’s hips firmly kissing her pouty lips.

“Imma see you later baby.”

“Do you have to go? I was so close Jim…”

“Yes mama, I promise we will finish this later just don’t stress yo’ self out okay? You’ll do great on your exams coming up.” She sighed deeply as she nodded her head while he placed a soft kiss on her temple.

Just as he was on the verge of walking away, she caught his wrist, halting him momentarily. “what’s up mama I gotta go.” She pursed her lips, playfully requesting another kiss, and he laughed before leaning in to kiss her. What started as a simple peck quickly turned into an intense makeout session.

A sly grin spread across Jimmy's face as he realized her intentions. He playfully smacked her backside a couple of times before stepping back, his hands still resting on her waist.

“You tryna trap me here huh?” Jimmy said, gazing down at her.

“Maybe…maybe not..” Kholë said as she innocently looked up at him.

He adored her clingy nature as he pressed another kiss on her lips, “I’ll see you later baby okay?”

“John! Let’s go!” Kholë had laughed at him, prompting him to mutter a curse under his breath as he pressed his lips to hers one final time before stepping out the door, where he could hear Jey and Jimmy arguing fiercely.

Despite her reluctance to acknowledge it, she was completely smitten with him, and he felt the same way. She picked up her phone and chose to share all the juicy details with her best friend Bianca about the unfolding events.

Jimmy and Jey were busy at the performance center, where Jey stood by his twin brother, providing support as Jimmy lifted weights on the bench. Jey's watchful eye ensured that the heavy metal bar remained safely above Jimmy, preventing any accidents.

Jey initiated a mind-link with his twin to discuss the ongoing situation involving Him and Kholë.

“What’s up with you and Klo twin?”

“What you mean?”

Jey rolled his eyes and clicked his teeth, fully aware of what he was referring to regarding the situation between Kholë and himself.

“You know what the hell I mean Twin don’t act dumb, she got you hooked dawg I’ve been seeing it all week.”

“You trippin dawg.”

“I'm not though Twin there’s something there that yall two can’t seem to admit.“

“I don’t love her.”

Jimmy set the metal bar on the rack, rising from the bench, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead as he glanced at his twin brother, who stood with his arms crossed.

“Just tell me something then what have yall been doing all week then? Y’all two been cuddling late at night and talking to each other building that connection. If you claimed that you don’t love her then what is yo’ ass doing?” Jey said.

Jey made a valid observation regarding Jimmy's denial of his feelings for Kholë. She had him completely captivated, especially with their constant kissing when they were alone. Yet, in public, they acted as if they couldn't stand each other, only to later indulge in passionate makeup sessions. This dynamic had a profound effect on him.

“A’ight fool what is you getting at?” Jimmy asked.

“I’m saying dummy that you’re in love with the girl and she is too don't think I didn’t see that necklace you had bought her—it’s okay, one of yall gonna confess.” Jimmy rolled his eyes at his twin brother, clearly uninterested in hearing any of what he had to say.

He smacked his teeth, “Whatever I’m with Trin.”

“Barely! You spend more time with Kholë being all cuddled up together on the couch while she’s asleep in your chest giving her booty rubs and shit I know a lot dawg.” Jimmy had no intention of engaging in a back-and-forth with Jey on this subject; he simply wanted him to let it go.

“Yo’ ass was trippin when Trick was all up in her comments so don’t tell me that you weren't jealous.” Jimmy had every reason to be angry; Trick should have known better than to interfere with Kholë, as it would only lead to trouble.

Just as he was about to speak, a text from Kholë popped up on his phone, making him grin widely. Jey noticed this and shook his head, fully aware that Kholë had his brother completely smitten.

Klo🩵 sent a message

Klo🩵: Papa I miss you 🥺

Papa? She had given him a new nickname that took him off guard as he started replying to her messages.

BigJim😩: I miss you too. Are you still studying?

Klo🩵: mhm…I feel like I got everything down I don’t know I need help studying

BigJim😩: you’re overthinking it mama

Klo🩵: maybe you’re right maybe I just need some guidance

BigJim😩: when I get off of work maybe I can help you if that makes you feel better mama

Klo🩵: yes! I would love that

BigJim😩: aight then mama I’ll see you later

Klo🩵: kk

Jimmy could feel Jey's gaze as he scrolled through his phone, chuckling and shaking his head, fully aware that his twin brother was head over heels for Kholë.

“You a damn fool uce, literally a damn fool.” Jey said.

“Whatever ain’t nothing finna happen I’m just helping her out for her exams—then I’ll be with Trin for tonight.” He replied.

“Yeah we will see.”

Kholë was marking her notes in her notebook, feeling her stress ease as she reviewed everything carefully, ensuring she retained every highlighted detail.

She glanced at her phone and saw it was six-thirty, just as she noticed the sun dipping below the horizon outside her window. Lost in her notes, she had been studying all day and hadn’t even realized she hadn’t eaten anything yet.

She chose to tidy up her space on the bed, arranging her notebooks and highlighters on the dresser as she made her bed.

“Why haven’t you eaten yet?” Here he goes scolding her like she was a little child.

“I got caught up in my studying all day papa, I’m going to eat now.” As she made her way down the stairs to the kitchen, she remarked that Trinity had returned home ahead of the guys, observing her every action.

Kholë picked up the chicken Caesar salad she had intended to enjoy for lunch but got sidetracked by her studies. She settled into a chair, munching on her salad as she scrolled through her phone.

Trinity had came inside of the kitchen fixing her something to drink, “what does he see in you Kholë?” Trinity inquired while Kholë gazed back at her, a puzzled look etched across her features.

“Excuse me?” She replied wiping her mouth off with a napkin.

“You heard me you fucking slut—over here stealing my man! He was mine first before you came into the picture!” Kholë let out a heavy sigh, fully aware of how this situation would unfold. It wasn't her doing that Jimmy found her appealing and chose to spend so much time in her company.

“That’s something you should be talking to him about, not with me—sounds like you’re insecure.”

Trinity scoffed while rolling her eyes, “Me? Insecure? Honey he loves me unlike you—he don’t fuck with you like he does with me.”

Kholë laughed softly, fully aware that Jimmy was completely captivated by her. Whenever they found themselves alone, he couldn't resist reaching for her, and the way his desire for her seemed to resonate deep within her being was undeniable.

It’s crazy that Trinity didn’t know that.

“And if you weren’t insecure you wouldn’t be bitching and complaining to me about the issue when you should be speaking to him on the matter.” Kholë remarked as she continued to eat her salad.

“Oh! I cannot not fucking stand you bitch.” At that moment, Trinity attempted to charge at her, while Kholë skillfully evaded her strikes. “The fuck is yo’ problem girl?”

“My problem?! The problem is; is that you’re a fucking slut stealing folks man including mines! That’s my fucking problem so how about I whoop yo’ ass bitch.” Trinity started to swing at Kholë, who skillfully evaded the blows while pushing her aside.

Kholë had seized her by the hair, delivering a relentless series of punches to her face before finally slamming her to the ground. “Don’t fucking play with me please, it’s bad enough I gotta deal with that annoying ass nigga and now I have to deal with yo’ weird ass do fucking better as a girlfriend and he wouldn’t be coming to me!”

Just as she was about to take another step, she felt two powerful arms grasping her from behind. Turning around, she saw Jimmy wrapping his arms around her waist while Jey held Trinity back, preventing her from leaping toward her.

Kholë pulled free from Jimmy's hold and ascended the stairs to her bedroom, disregarding his calls as she went.

Just as she was ready to slam the door shut, he swiftly blocked it with his foot, pushing it open and slamming it closed behind him, fully aware of the direction this was heading.

“Don’t you fucking come up in here blaming me because she fucking started it first!” Kholë shouted.

“You should’ve just ignored it Klo, you ain’t have to hit her.” Jimmy said.

At that moment, he was standing up for Trinity—Kholë was determined not to complicate matters, fully aware that he would support Trin.

She let out a deep sigh, massaging her temple as irritation washed over her. “if you’re going to be defending her in my face you can just go be with her for tonight I don’t need it.” Kholë was not in the mood for games with him tonight, especially since she was already feeling stressed earlier, and now those feelings were creeping back in to trouble her.

She strode past him on her way to the bathroom, but he caught her by the arm, halting her movement. She shot him a fierce glare in response. “What Jonathan?”

“Calm down.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down when yo’ ass over here defending her and shit! When she started swinging at me first!” She shouted, yanking her arm away from him as she pushed him.

She continued on, “the fuck did you want me to do Jon? Huh? For her to just hit me and then be helpless just for you to defend her anyways? Fuck outta here will that shit mane!”

Kholë made her way to the bathroom for a shower, leaving Jimmy behind, captivated as he watched her undress. His gaze roamed over her figure from head to toe, his lips curling in appreciation.

Kholë found herself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, realizing she didn’t have the luxury to engage in these cat-and-mouse games with him. Yet, she continued to play along, convinced it wasn’t her fault that he was drawn to her. However, as the week progressed and their bond deepened, she couldn’t shake the feeling of confusion swirling within her.

While she was rinsing off, a cool breeze brushed against her skin, making her shiver as she imagined Jimmy's kisses on her neck.

A wave of relaxation washed over her as he gently turned her to face him, allowing him to admire her glistening form, drenched in the shower.

He gently cradled her chin and pressed a tender kiss against her lips, followed by a few more, before finally pulling back. He noticed her lips pouting as she crossed her arms in response.

“Are you calm now little girl after cussing me out?” Jimmy asked.

“You were defending her and it made me upset.” The one topic that she and Jimmy consistently discussed was her ability to express herself and openly share her emotions.

“If you would’ve let me finish, I was going to say I had seen what happened and I know she started it first and should’ve come to me.” Kholë gazed into his eyes, nodding her head as she inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly.

She and Jimmy often found themselves awake late into the night, discussing ways to improve themselves or engaging in profound conversations that could bring her to tears or move him deeply. There was so much to explore in those moments.

Jimmy had kissed her forehead, “you don’t have to be upset all the time Klo we talked about this.”

“I know, I know but it’s like you defend her or be up under her just pisses me off. I know we hate each other but damn it makes me hate you even more.”

Jey had spent the entire week playfully poking fun at the two of them, insisting that they were in love, even though they remained oblivious to their own feelings and were firmly in denial.

The sight of them caught in the moment, while Jey feigned indifference, had him in stitches, fully aware of the deep bond between Kholë and his twin brother.

Kholë's emotions began to deepen, evolving into something more significant than they had been. How much longer could she maintain this facade? How long could she continue to act as if everything was just a game?

She averted her gaze as he gently lifted her chin again, compelling her to meet his eyes. “you want all of my attention on you.”

“I’m not saying that I just…” She bit the insides of her cheeks, suppressing her emotions deep within.

“What baby?”

“Twin, come get her she out of control.” Jimmy let out a heavy sigh as he stepped out of the shower.

“We will finish this later. I gotta handle her.” He exited the bathroom, leaving Kholë by herself, which suited her just fine; it gave her the chance to immerse herself in her thoughts for a while.

As the days passed, her emotions for Jimmy deepened each time they found themselves together, especially during their late-night moments. She was doing everything she could to hold herself together.

She was hesitant to let herself dream about being with him, fully aware that he was involved with Trinity. This reality weighed heavily on her heart, as all she truly desired was his affection and focus, yet he seemed to be preoccupied with someone else.

Kholë longed for outings, whether it be romantic dates or shopping trips, rather than being cooped up at home, just the two of them. She yearned for these experiences but didn’t want to pressure him, so she chose to keep her desires to herself.

Kholë let out a deep sigh as she switched off the shower. Stepping out, she grabbed a towel to wrap around her body and another for her hair before leaving the bathroom.

“You’re in love with my Twin brother Klo.”

“I’m not in love with him Joshua, are you reading my mind again?” Kholë said as she was picking out her clothes.

“Yes I am because you’re in wayyy too deep with Jon, you love him and so does he yall both can deny it all yall want but how long are you going to play pretend Klo?”

“I can sense your feelings for him are eating you up inside and craving for him.”

Jey was not mistaken; she longed for Jimmy and yearned for his undivided attention, desiring him entirely for herself.

“You don’t know anything Josh..besides I don’t wanna get my hopes up thinking that he’ll just leave her for me you know? It is what it is.” She said.

“Trust me I know enough sis it is clear as day that you’re in love with him and so is he—I mean you got that man hooked onto you girl he barely spends time with Trin only giving you his attention.”

Damn why does he have to be right all the time she thought to herself knowing that Jey was listening into her thoughts.

“Because I’m your big brother and I’m always right, imma have one of yall break you can tell me anything because you’re like a little sister to me don’t sugarcoat it.”

“You promise you won’t tell him?”

“Scouts Honor.”

She sighed softly, “okay i do love your brother a lot Joshua and I don’t know how long I’m going to be playing pretend with him when nobody isn’t around you don’t understand the effect he has on me.”

“Bingo! I knew It! But he’ll come on to it sooner or later because you’re a good person Klo don’t forget that.”

Kholë felt a sense of satisfaction, believing she was a good woman for Jimmy. However, it troubled her deeply that he couldn't recognize this, especially since he was with Trin.

“It’s fine Joshua I’m not trippin’ if he wants to be with her then so be it I mean we are only married through the paper.” She said.

“But that doesn’t mean that yall don’t love each other he’s going to imprint on you sooner or later he hasn’t done it with Trin yet.”

Imprinting? What was that? Kholë had heard of it before, but no one had taken the time to explain imprinting to him.

“Imprinting? What’s that?”

Jey began to describe imprinting as a mystical connection that develops between a werewolf and someone of the opposite gender, fostering an intense loyalty and protective instinct towards that individual. It resembles an unbreakable tie that binds them together.

“Oh I see, I think he’ll imprint on her instead of me Josh.”

“You’re doubting it Klo, I know my twin brother. Look, we'll finish this talk later. I think it’s my turn to cook dinner for the fam so I’ll see you downstairs.”

Kholë found herself deep in thought as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Perhaps Jey was correct in all his observations regarding her and his twin brother.

Maybe they were in love with each other.

While everyone relaxed downstairs, chatting about the wrestling industry and their earnings after dinner, Kholë stood on the balcony, savoring the view as a gentle breeze caressed her.

At that moment, she felt the door close behind her, and two arms encircled her waist, followed by a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. When she turned her head, she discovered Jimmy standing right behind her.

A subtle smile flickered across her lips before she turned her gaze to the scenery. Jimmy could feel that something was amiss with her at that moment.

“You good mamas? You haven't said anything to me since I left, did I do something?” Jimmy asked, feeling concerned.

Kholë turned her head, now looking directly at him, their faces just inches apart.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just worried about failing my exams, that's all.” She replied while placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Jimmy had kissed her on the lips while his hands rested on her butt giving them a squeeze, “I told you you’ll do great on those exams you’re smart as hell girl.” Kholë beamed at him, cherishing how he was uplifting her confidence. For a brief moment, they locked eyes, allowing the silence to envelop them.

In that instant, as his thumb gently caressed her cheek, she realized the truth—she was in love with him. The moment his touch met her skin, his kiss ignited a feeling within her that made the world fade away. He was everything to her, yet he remained unaware of the depth of her feelings, and it seemed he would never find out.

“You so fucking gorgeous it doesn’t make any sense baby.” Jimmy grasped her hand, spinning her around to let her radiate her beauty. “Look at all of that mamas, this is all mine.” He said softly.

All his, it was truly his.

That's all she ever wanted was to be his.

She desperately wished to believe it, but deep down, she recognized the truth: they were merely pretending.

“I’m yours?” Kholë asked.

“Mhm, all mine babydoll.” Kholë wished he was being serious about all of this.

He gently cradled her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers, igniting a passionate kiss that quickly evolved into an intense makeout session for both of them.

The kiss unfolded slowly and deliberately, as if he were savoring every moment with her. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she drew him nearer, inviting the kiss to grow more passionate.

He knelt down and lifted her by her thighs, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. As he opened the balcony door and stepped inside the house, onlookers watched the couple passionately kissing as they made their way upstairs.

Jey and Zilla exchanged glances before turning their attention back to Trinity, who was clearly furious.

“How are yall cool with this?” Trinity asked.

They both shrugged their shoulders, “if we were being honest about this I think they were meant to be together Trin especially since they were married through this contract.” Zilla replied.

“I was with him first! Until she showed up ruining everything I didn't see her as family never did when she came in this house—she’s a slut knowing that Jimmy doesn’t love her like he loves me he’s only playing pretend.”

“Jimmy will imprint on me, he told me.” Jey and Zilla began mind-linking with each other.

“Is she being serious right now dawg?”

“I can’t tell, I know you have been seeing him and klo spend a lot of time together lately.”

“Yeah, I wonder if Klo has feelings for him?”

“She told me she did and it’s messing with her mentally like really bad. She might break soon if they keep on playing pretend.”

That’s when they heard moaning and groaning coming from upstairs knowing that Jimmy was putting in that work.

“When did he tell you he was going to imprint on you? Sis?” Jey asked.

“He told me in a couple of weeks he’ll do it and I’ll be forever his Luna and Kholë she can fucking gone for good can’t stand her ass.” Jey began to feel anxious about Kholë and her emotional state regarding her love for Jimmy.

It was eating her up on the inside.

“I’m worried about her, should we tell her instead of her finding out in a couple of weeks?”

“It’s best if she finds out on her own dawg I mean she’s already having doubts about it.”

“Shit, I guess you’re right about that.”

At the same time, Jimmy had Kholë in a position that allowed her back to arch, giving him better leverage as he thrust deeply into her soft, inviting depths.

A wave of tension built within her as he repeatedly struck her g-spot, pushing her to the brink of her limits.

Jimmy playfully spanked her a few times, driving himself deeper within her, ensuring she felt every inch of him fully enveloped inside.

“Daddy, ouuu. Daddy.” Khole mewled out while gripping the sheets of her bed.

“Mhm, this my fucking pussy mama? Huh?” Jimmy grunted.

“Yes! This is all yours, daddy!” Jimmy grasped a fistful of her hair, pulling her against his chest as his hand encircled her throat, driving deep into her inner walls with powerful thrusts.

Jimmy felt his cock pulsing inside of her signaling that he was about to cum soon with sweat coming down his face. He could feel Kholë’s pussy clenching on his cock over and over again causing him to groan at the feeling.

The room resonated with the sound of skin meeting skin, the atmosphere growing dense as the refreshing chill of the air conditioning enveloped their bodies.

Kholë started to move in sync with him, arching her body to enhance his pleasure. The sensation of his tip gliding against her soft walls sent her into a euphoric state, causing her to lose herself in the moment, her eyes rolling back in bliss.

“Keep fucking me baby, make daddy nut. so fucking pretty mamas.”

“Fuckk, daddy. It feels so gooood.” Kholë felt as though she was fading away as their eyes locked, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth.

As she gently stroked his face, a familiar flutter stirred in her stomach. Gripping his neck tightly, he could feel the tension building, sensing that she was on the verge of losing control.

“You finna cum baby? You finna make a mess on me?” Jimmy cooed at her.

As Kholë fell back onto the bed, Jimmy released his grip on her throat. She adjusted herself, continuing to move her hips in a circular motion, allowing her body to bounce against him.

He pressed his fingers into her skin, driving her into ecstasy as she cried out his name so loudly that the entire house could hear their passionate encounter.

He gazed down at the breathtaking sight before him, his lips brushing against the edge as he took in the view. The glistening evidence of her essence enveloped him, allowing for a smooth rhythm as he moved in and out of her.

“D-daddy I’m finna cum fuckk im finna cum!” Kholë moaned.

“C’mon make a mess on this dick mamas, this is all yours babydoll.”

All it took were those simple words from his mouth, and she released a powerful moan, allowing her orgasm to engulf her like a tidal wave crashing into a city. She felt her essence flowing out of her like a river, trickling down her legs, yet Jimmy continued to thrust into her without restraint.

She attempted to escape his intense and urgent movements, but he effortlessly drew her back to the very place she craved him to be. “where you goin?”

“Gimmie this fucking pussy Ma , give this shit to me.”

With a few final thrusts, Jimmy plunged into her one last time before withdrawing, watching as his warm release cascaded in thick streams onto her back, a deep, primal moan escaping his lips.

His chest rose and fell rhythmically, playfully tapping Kholë on the butt a few times before he made his way to the bathroom to fetch a warm, damp cloth to freshen her up.

He tidied her back, which was marked by his release, tossing the soiled cloth into the laundry basket. Then, he lifted her by the thighs, both of them nestled in bed, with her resting on his chest as he draped the blankets over them.

Jimmy rubbed circles around her butt Observing her drowsy expression, he noticed her eyes fighting to stay open. He gently pressed tender kisses on her lips, followed by a sweet one on her forehead.

“First off y’all were loud as fuck and secondly you’re a fucking dummy.” Jimmy was taken by surprise when he realized his twin brother was communicating with him through their mind link.

“The fuck you mean by that?”

“Are you imprinting on Trin in a couple of weeks?”

“Yeah? What about it?”

Jimmy felt perplexed by his brother's behavior, especially since he believed that the marriage held no significance for him.

“If Klo finds out about this? Imma just say she’s going to fuck with someone else that isn’t our kin Twin.”

“The fuck you mean by that?”

“You know Trick has been trying to holla at her ever since she befriended him and now since you’re finna imprint on Trin—you messing with someone that will get their lick back.”

Jimmy typically wasn't prone to jealousy, but seeing Kholë getting close to someone else made him uncomfortable.

“I’m not letting her be near him.”

“And you think she’s gonna listen to you after she finds out that you’re been playing cat & mouse with her feelings and imprinted on Trin? Be my fucking guest.”

“You trippin’ Uce.”

“A’ight then don’t be pissed when she’s with Trick.”

“She’s not, I'll tell you that. She knows I don’t play that shit.”

“You say things like that then do stupid shit like imprinting on Trin look we will talk about this later dawg goodnight.

Jimmy rolled his eyes as he noticed Kholë shifting in her sleep, the soft snores escaping her lips making him chuckle. Was he possibly making the error of Imprinting on Trin rather than on her?

Indeed, he and Trinity shared a brief relationship before Kholë entered his life. However, Kholë revealed an entirely new aspect of his personality that Trinity never did. She awakened his dominant side, a part of him he had always kept hidden until she came along and set it free.

He shook his head, dismissing the nagging doubt about whether he was making the right choice, all the while hoping that Kholë remained unaware.

MOON BOUND

a/n: tbh Jimmy is asking for this to happen and once he see her with Trick oh boy 😀

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below ⬇️

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