#why did i go for a walk with my grandma? i knew it'd end up tragically. and yet i went with her

[graveyarrdshift]

I FUCKED UP SO BAD TODAY LMAO

[amiramorozova]

Best Friends to Eternal Lovers - One month

Despite knowing the risk we still ended up going at it and I loved every minute of it knowing we had one month to prove we could handle this. After that I started to get dressed and figure out a routine. One where we'd get up and eat decide how to spend our time since we didn't have to rush off to go anywhere and it was nice for once. 

We hooked up in bed when we wanted being mindful of the risks that were there but still it was nice. I felt like everything was at peace for now and I didn't have to worry about if the enemy was there. Aleks decided to take the risk in being the one to get the extra supplies we needed. Aleksander would return unharmed and I'd cook for us while he helped me in some ways as he held me close. 

"One day Amira, you'll be my wife. Would you like that?" Aleksander asked as I was focusing on the meal I was preparing for us and knew it was odd he asked. Yet time was not for certain for most Grisha and here we were eternal Grisha in a hut like we were living together. "Yeah..I'd like that." I said as I knew it'd be nice to be for sure.

When the first week was up Grandma came to check on us as she'd opened the door to find us making out but this time fully clothed. "well you seem to handle the first week." Grandma said as I looked at her and blushed a bit. She was the only one to be able to walk in here without knocking cause she owned it. We knew she was going to be checking but she seemed to support this. 

"We handled it just fine..if we needed anything Aleks has gone to town to get things." I said as Grandma nod. "And you're safe here." Grandma said as I knew I wasn't if the enemy found this place. "For now but I have time to get things..and I know the secret escape if anything happens." I said as she nod. 

She gave us another pouch of coins to get by for the next week and I didn't mind as I kissed him and we went back to making out. Some may find it odd a Sun Summoner and a Shadow Summoner in love but we are. Everything worked out for the next two weeks as we were happy but I had a feeling this was not going to last. At least not right now while we were teens so in the middle of the third week he came back from the town.

"How did it go in town Aleks?" I asked as I wanted to make us a dessert tonight so he'd gone to get things. I'd finished preparing our lunch. I had my back to him as he walked over and hugged me from behind as he kissed my cheek. "It went well..I have things for the dessert but can you turn around?" Aleksander asked 

I wondered why he wanted me to turn around but once he let go and when I turned around I saw him kneeling down. "Aleks..what are you.." I had no idea but then he showed me a ring in his other hand. We knew if Baghra had her way we'd be separated again as he looked at me.

"Amira, promise me one day once I get free of my mother that we'll get married. Wear this always to show you are mine." Aleksander said as I looked at him shocked. It was too soon yes, but we were running out of time to be together as I smiled and nod. "I will.." I said as he slid the ring on my finger and stood up kissing me. "I promise once I'm General and find you again I'll get you a better ring.." He said 

"It's fine." I said as I hugged him glad that he was serious about this but I knew that he could change his mind..would he change his mind..would there be others.. "I know what you're thinking Amira..and if we get separated you can date until I find you again." Aleksander said as his grip said he didn't like the idea of me dating anyone else. "And the same to you..We don't hold it against each other." I said as he nod but he pulled me close and held me. 

"Maybe my mother is right, I can't protect you fully till I become General..but once I do I'll find you." He said as I hugged him back. I thought about doing the impossible and abstaining from relationships. "You become General and I..I'll open an orphanage for Grisha children..you'll find me that way if no other way happens cause I'll only talk with you." I said as he laughed a bit. 

We were enjoying our time but as usual it all came to an end as the end of the week came and when it did his mother came in. "Come along Aleksander..we have work to do and if you want this to happen. You'll do as I say." Baghra said as he looked at me and we kissed one last time as we both knew it may be weeks, months or years till we found each other again then he went out the door. Grandma sotod outside with him and Baghra approached me as I looked at her seeing the door was closed and Baghra slapped me across the face. "You're a distraction to my son and nothing else right now. Keep your distance." Baghra said then left as I put a hand on my cheek. 

I hate her..she'll always stand between us.. I thought 

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[seoultrippins]

focus | pjm | 01

Summary: Park Jimin is an extremely accomplished con man who takes an amateur con artist under his wing. What he did not see coming was you and him being romantically involved and with Jimin’s profession of being a liar and a cheater for a living, he realizes that deception and love are things that don't go together. Or could it?

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Crime, Conman!Jimin, Conartist!Reader, Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 2851

Warnings: Cussing, Slight groping

Status: 1/?

A/N: Hey! It feels nice to be writing on tumblr, I've always wanted to. I 've grown accustomed to publishing my writings on AFF but I thought it'd be pretty cool to start publishing here. I hope you enjoy reading and I am not too sure how many parts there would be but either way don't be a silent rider. The smut in the next chapter will be intense however, so bless me.

From the lazy spin of the fans, to the recumbent light of eventide that will soon be starlit black, the bar soaks in the ambiance of this good night. It's a bar, in a hotel that has a name you could barely pronounce but everyone is attempting to appear proper in their high end suits and attire, as you are. Fidgeting through the skin tight dress you had on, you rested your arm on the bar countertop as you analysed the surroundings. The bar is hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the live jazz music that dominated the atmosphere. The crowd had a mixture of the young and the old and it was perfect. Perfect to source out for your very next victim. However, as you searched the throng, you felt a strong warmth around your waist and turned around as your eyes met with a desperate pair. Dressed in a suit two sizes bigger than required, the sloppy looking man insisted he had you in his arms. You wrinkled your brows as you realized where this was going, and it was destroying your good mood. Nervously, you removed the man’s hands away but his persistence remained. Whispering filthy nothings in your ears, your hands reached out to push the man away. Frustration boiled through your veins as you desperately thought of ways to remove yourself from the dreadful situation.

“Okay, you know what,” You chuckled nervously. “My boyfriend could be here any minute.” Your hands were busy pushing his persistent hands away as he laughed.

“Yea? I don’t see anyone. C’mon baby, no point lying..”

Rolling your eyes, you eyes scan through the crowd. Eyes evidently searching for someone you could confide in and that did it. Your eyes landed on the gentleman feasting on his dinner. Your eyes widened, handsome is a state of soul that carries through that man. He had that kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. He must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person’s natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. Lips curling into a soft smirk, you tug the annoying man harshly, eyes meeting his as he pulls away in shock.

“Look, he’s there.” Your index finger pointing to the handsome gentleman who caught your attention confidently. “Fuck off, really.”

Walking past the bewildered drunk man, you breathe your nerves away as you approach the gentleman. You watch the way he sits with such elegance - so poignant and dignified. His white suit was tailored to his frame, and his unbuttoned dress shirt allowed his flawless skin to breathe while his fingers were adorned with precise lines of metallic rings. Fingers wrapped delicately around his wine glass as you watch his eyes shift towards you when voluntarily slip into the seat in front of him. Placing your baguette bag to your lap, you watch him raise his eyebrow in question as you lean forward to explain yourself.

“Could you -” You stopped, turning around to look at the creep still standing by the bar countertop looking right back at you before whispering. “Do you mind being my boyfriend? Like just for a minute.”

Staring at the man in front of you, you watch him smirk behind his glass before gently placing the drink down as he leans back against the soft cushion of his chair. Extending his long, toned legs into a manspread, he leans his face against his fingers as he watches you. Growing confused, you began to fidget in your seat.

“You - you’re not a serial killer are you?” You asked.

He stares, fingers playing with his rings as he shrugs. “That depends. How many times does it take to get to “serial”?” He shoots back.

Your face contorted into a genuine thoughtful expression as you answer. “Uhm..five..?”

“Oh then, no we’re good.” He leans forward as he answers you with a straight face.

This man was something else. You thought to yourself as your lips curled into a smile upon hearing his response. Hand stretching out, you introduced yourself.

“Y/N”

“Jimin.” His fingers slip comfortably into yours as he shakes your hand. It was brief, friendly even - but the way his attractive gaze stayed on yours made it oddly intimate.

“Ha Ha, funny.” You mocked, as you took a sip of the red liquor swirling in the shiny glass. “I only came to you because you seemed awfully lonely. Eating your dinner like that, I just felt so so bad..”

“Yea?” He prodded you with an eyebrow raise. “Then that’s also the reason why you’re here alone, waiting for a non-existent boyfriend you can use to chase away creeps?”

Okay he had a point.

“Hey!” You frowned. “A girl needs time alone alright? Also, you started this unnecessary feud on how you were the best choice in this damn bar. I was just trying to avoid ending up in the newspapers as a missing person.” Your frustration is evident in your tone as he watches you intently.

Not long, the both of you were bursting into bits of laughter as you recount the trivial conversation. Your eyes shifted to your wrist, taking note of the 30 minutes you’ve spent conversing with this stranger and everything seemed oddly perfect. Too perfect even.

“Thank you,” You said as he rested comfortably on his chair. “Thank you for saving me.”

His lips curled up slightly as he nodded. “Yeah, yeah we definitely showed him.” He says as his head points to the creep. The only difference was that he was knocked up, completely unconscious on the countertop.

You laughed. “Damn, was that what I was missing out on?”

As he laughs along, you watch him shift, toned body leaning forward and you couldn’t help but take note of the way his necklace dangled over his neck as he stares at you. “Can I walk you somewhere?”

The air in your lungs became stuck in your throat. This guy was extremely beautiful. His voice sounded like melted honey and it took all you had not to lean forward and take his lips in yours.

“Um,” You began. “I’m actually staying here, upstairs.”

“Really?” He says but you watch the way he fidgets in his seat, hands adjusting his rings and he runs his fingers through his hair - throughout, his gaze is fixed on you.

“Let me walk you there then.”

"Fuck." Jimin was nestled under you, your hips grinding against the evident arousal between his thighs as you drag your lips down his neck.

You shivered, feeling the way his hands travelled down your frame to your ass, squeezing the thick flesh mercilessly as forcefully grinds you against his arousal.

"Fuck Jimin, fuck do that again.." You whimpered.

Lips intertwined, you heart drops to your stomach when you took sight of the way he smiles between the kiss. You nearly forgot why you brought him up here in the first place. Not until the loud sound of your hotel room door crashing open did you remind yourself that you had a task to perform. Rolling your eyes, you switched into character.

"Oh fuck! It's my husband." As you watched Kihoon enter the room, you sprang into the area next to Jimin. Kihoon's fingers gripped tightly on the rifle as he pointed it towards Jimin's face.

"Kihoon wait-"

"Shut the fuck up." Kihoon groaned, his eyes gleaming as he faced Jimin.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jimin voices, palms up as he surrenders himself to the situation but you couldn't ignore the slight tint of smile in the corner of his lips as he does so. Is this man a fucking psycho?

"Just let him go Kihoon."

"You fucking cheated. No way, he's fucking dead." Kihoon screams, lines of veins bulging out his reddening neck as he does so. You noted the sweat crowding his forehead. "Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn't do it."

At this moment, your heart was racing. You knew there was no intention of shooting Jimin, and it was aggravating to see the man next to you undisturbed by the scenario. His surrending palms were now resting comfortable under his head as he watches you. You sighed internally, coming up with a respond to Kihoon but Jimin cuts you off.

"I'm drawing a blank." He says, eyes shifting away from you to Kihoon.

"What?" Kihoon mutters, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I think you should shoot me." Jimin continues, smile creeping onto his handsome face. "Let's be honest, you've been aggrieved."

"Don't mess with him Jimin. He's done hard time." You tried to salvage the situation as you fidgeted in your spot.

"Yea man, I've done fucking hard time!"

Jimin chuckles, eyes lazily shifting as he stares at you. "Man, if you had any idea what I was about to do to her-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Kihoon yells, his rifle still pointing at Jimin's face, but this man remains unconcerned.

"Please, come on, shoot me." Jimin urges. "You're really doing me a favour. Cancer. Tumour, the size of a peach." He lifted his hand to offer a visual representation as he chuckles. "Shoot me, you'll see."

"Fuck!" You groaned, rolling your eyes as you aggravatedly run your fingers through your hair. "He's onto us, Kihoon. Wake the fuck up."

You watch Jimin sit up slowly as he rolled off the bed. His eyes fixed on you as he fixed his blazer. "Just give us the money Jimin."

"Or?" He challenges.

"He'll shoot you in the neck."

Kihoon falters, eyes shifting to you. "I can't shoot a guy with cancer. My grandma had cancer.."

"He does not have cancer, you idiot!" You groaned. "Get out man."

Your perked up when you hear Jimin laughing as watches the situation unfold. "You guys suck."

He leans forward, sinful hands slipping into his pants pockets. "First of all, you gotta wait till she gets my pants off." He says as he walks to rest against the wall nearest to the door. "Then you gotta give me a chance to run, that's how you get the money and you should never drop the con. You never break. Die with the lie."

"How did you figure this out?" You asked.

"When you stole that creep's wallet before you came to me."

You heave in wrath and fury, you feel your ego breaking through your spirit. Frowning, you questioned. "Then why'd you come up here with me then if you're so smart?"

Jimin shrugs. "Professional curiousity." He walks towards the door before turning around. "Also, I love ass so I figured it's a win-win."

You groaned. "Fuck off Jimin."

"You suck baby."

The cold night was all around as you stepped out of the hotel. Tugging onto your sweater, you hugged your shivering frame as you made your way home. You feel the chill in your blood, coldness bringing the synapses of your brain to a stand still. However, you were still perplexed by the failed operation, and your thoughts kept replaying the scene in your brain. You groaned internally. All you wanted was to get home and sulk on your own.

Until -

"You really should be more aware." You ears perked up at the familiar melted honey voice. Rolling your eyes, you caught sight of Jimin walking up to you from behind, his hands stuffed in his pants pockets. "I've been behind you for two blocks."

You stayed silent, footsteps hurrying but he prods you. "You didn't see me?"

"I don't have eyes at the back of my head." You responded.

"Well, if you're gonna play this game you might wanna grow a pair."

You turn to face him. He was the kind of handsome that got into your bones. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice. Nonetheless, you brushed the thoughts away as you rolled your eyes. "I can take care of myself Jimin."

Shaking his head, he stops you. "No, you're going to get hurt." and when you don't answer, he offers. "Let me buy you coffee."

"I don't drink coffee." Hoping that would make him piss off, you failed, yet again, as he stood across you - silently staring at you. Groaning, you walked away. "Fine.

As he grabbed for the glass door, the two of you strolled side by side, stumbling onto the nearest café. You looked up to see his eyes already locked on you as he reached out to guide you inside the café, and the warmth of it sent an electric chill down your spine. As you took your seat, you gazed out the window at the to watch the thick blanket of snow that had blanketed the grounds. An icy serenade, a coolness to bring out the warmth within. As promised, Jimin comes back to the table with coffee cups in his hands.

"Thank you." You muttered softly, hands reaching for the cup as you caught his staring eyes.

"So, what's your thing?" You began, curious eyes finding his intense ones. "Inside? Roper? You can tell me."

He smiles, taking a sip of his coffee. "Everything. Been in this game for so long."

"Your story. I wanna know all of it if that's okay with you."

He nods, placing the cup onto the wooden table before leaning against his seat. Your eyes lingered over the spread of his toned thighs but chastised yourself for getting distracted.

"My grandfather used to run a crooked game in Busan." Jimin began. "Eventually, my father started shilling for him. One day they get burned. Mobbed-guy catches them throwing signals. Everybody's guns come out. Standoff. No way out. Except one."

Your eyes glued to the man in front of you, completely focused. "The Toledo Panic Button."

Your frowned. "What the hell is that?"

Jimin's chuckles and you don't think you'd ever get used to the sound of that. "You shoot your partner. Proves you're not together."

Mouth agape, you internalize the way Jimin casually spills horrid, explicit details on the world he's associated with. "So your grandfather killed your father?"

"That's the world you're in. Dabblers get killed." He shrugs, raising an eyebrow as he sips on his coffee.

God, was he hot.

You sighed. "Look, I wasn't born into this like you. I was a dyslexic foster kid. No prospects, no future. I mean, it's a minor miracle I'm not a hooker right now."

Jimin smirks at that as he leans his elbow against the armrest. He can't deny that the picture of your delicate hands wrapped around a poll accompanied by the dimmed lighting indeed piqued his interest. Hands grazing his jaw gently as you catch the way his eyes scans your frame. Brushing that act off, you lean forward. "Tutor me, Jimin."

"No." He shakes his head.

"Why not?"

"Why should I?" Jimin shoots back.

Groaning, you reach for your bag as you pulled out a leather Birkin. "Well, look, I could pay you, if that helps ."

Jimin crosses his arms, lips curling into a smile before eventually transcending into a contagious laugh. "Y/N, whose wallet is that?"

"Um," You flipped the wallet open, tugging onto an identity card. "Dr Kim Wooshik?"

He does not reply immediately but stares at your hopeful face.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Jimin says before you could register. Head whipping up to the man in front of you, you watch the way his tongue swipe between his lips, wetting his lower lip as he awaits your response.

"I- are you serious? How do I contact you then?" You stood up when he did.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he closes up on you. Handsome face leaning towards yours as his supple lips lands on your right ear to whisper, "I'll call you."

As he leans back, your eyes catches sight on his hand lifting to your face with your watch in his hands. Eyes widening, you lifted your wrist to find it empty.

"How-"

"I'll see you tomorrow. Stay safe." He walks away, turning around briefly to flash a smile as you stood alone, baffled.

[wolferals]

🇪🇸di mi nombre🇪🇸

finally fallin' chapter 5

arón piper x reader

(The spanish is all google translate, i wont take responsibility for mistakes)

chapter 5

After your „date" with Arón, he had been so sweet to walk you back to your small apartment at around 9:15. On the way there, he had reassured you that you were going to be fine filming the video with him.

You were still pretty nervous and to be honest a little anxious already.

To explain your concern about the smallest thing, it'd be good to clear some things.

When you were 14, your grandma had died right after Christmas. That had really gotten to you, you had been very close with her, and you hadnt gotten the chance to say goodbye go her.

Thats how it all started, your sadness, the loneliness.

You had spent days and nights sitting on your bed, listening to sad music and just staring at the ceiling.

The years after that it had gotten a little better, you didnt cry at the thought of her anymore but now every little thing triggered your mind into thinking you were going to get hurt or embarrassed.

You were overthinking everything.

And to briefly explain why you got so nervous when a guy looked at you or complimented you, you had never been in a super serious relationship. And you were almost 20 now.

Some people would say its weird but you had realized that maybe your time hasnt come yet, and that was okay for you.

So as to right now, you were sitting in the subway on the way to the address Arón had sent you.

College had been alright today, Itzan and you had had lunch together again and had spent some more time finding ideas for the photo shoot with Arón.

You were still nervous but tried to calm yourself down by thinking back to what Arón had told you. He was going to be there and he had done nothing but be comforting and sweet to you.

On the right station you got out and walked to location.

It was a big market place somewhere in Madrid and you immediately spotted Arón in the crowd. He was wearing a black shirt and a jeans jacket over it. He looked good.

You walked up to him and he noticed you right away and walked towards you.

„Hola chica, you feeling good?" He pulled you into a tight hug.

That had been your second hug. The first had been the night before when he had taken you home and then left.

His hugs were tight but so comforting to you.

„Hey, I'm good how are you?"

He put his arm around your shoulder and you guys walked back to the others.

„Guys that's y/n, my girlfriend."

Your head shot up to him.

He grinned and added:"In the video."

You started laughing as well.

Then yon got introduced to the other guys and you went through the scene again before you relatively quick went to filming. The first scene had been easy for you. Just walking around, holding Arón's warm hand, pretending to be interested in everything around you.

Since he was a lot taller than you, you used the opportunity to put your head on his shoulder while walking.

He pressed your hand tightly until the guy yelled a loud „cut."

You walked back to the camera to see the scene from this perspective. Arón was still holding you hand until you both realized and he let go, grinning at you.

„That was great guys, we already got it." His friend „Moonkey" spoke and highfived you both.

The next scene had been the one, getting some food and sitting down at a bench. You had to feed each other a little to seem „cute" until you spilled the ketchup from your fries on his shirt, making you laugh out loud. For real though, it hadnt been planned but Arón later on had said that it was perfect for the video.

It was getting darker over the course of filming those cute/funny scenes with the guys and at around 7 you decided to take a break and get an actual snack.

The guys got burger and stuff but since you and Arón had eaten for the scene before, you just grabbed drinks and slowly walked to the next location.

The cameras were wrapped up in bags that the guys could easily carry as backpacks.

The club you originally intended to film a scene it was closed that day and the next one would've been to far to walk so you had to change your entire plan.

„Why dont we film the rooftop scene now and include some dancing and jumping around? Turn on some music and you guys dance."

Arón agreed immediately but you again got self conscious, having to dance in front of a couple boys.

Arón reassured you again and took your hand as you were making your way up to the top of the building.

While the guys were setting up the cameras and all, you and Arón were standing together, talking.

He again told you stuff like:"Close your eyes and just pretend no one is there. You're gonna do great I'm sure."

You smiled at him and then examined the view over the city and its lights.

„Alright Arón, y/n just sit down over there, cuddle and maybe watch the stars i dont know." <Moonkey> laughed and you both did as he said.

Aròn put his arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

You intentionally closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat and breathed in his cologne. You were fully enjoying this until something or something basically ripped you out of your thoughts and your comfortableness.

„Cut thanks."

Arón seemed to be a little startled as well because it took him a bit until he removed his arm from you.

„Now, dancing. Arón show her what you got." one of them laughed. „Cabrón, i cant dance." Arón cursed and looked at you.

He then turned on some reggaeton you didnt know but it was perfect for dancing so you took a deep breath and let all your thoughts go.

You grabbed Arón's hand and just started dancing around like you didnt care who was watching.

It seemed to help him because he got more comfortable as well and you ended up jumping and running around the roof terrace, not giving a shit at all.

<Moonkey> was dancing along behind the camera and the mood was set.

You all had so much fun that second and you wished it wouldnt end.

To be completely honest, you owned it. You felt everyones gaze on you, Arón was almost looking at you freaking out in awe, as he was dancing with you.

If you werent so in your own state, you'd think there was a certain tension between the both of you.

„Cut. As sorry as I am to stop whatever is happening here, we need to finish this so I can cut it."

„Off to Arón's." The blonde guy spoke and again packed the camera in the bag.

You caught your breath first and then looked at Arón.

You started to laugh loudly, not being able to believe how careless you were just dancing.

Arón smiled at you for a while before you all left to go downstairs to enter his apartment.

Finally sitting on the black couch in his living room, he first handed everyone a drink and then sat down next to you.

His place was a lot bigger than yours. No wonder though, he was an actor and probably had more money than you, not that that mattered you just noticed.

„Everything ready?" He then asked and again put his arm around you.

„Ready." you all answered almost simultaneously.

The scene was relatively short. You started by clicking your glasses together, then pretended to laugh about something and then it was time to end the scene with a kiss.

You slowly turned your head to meet his and smiled at him.

His eyes were sparkling towards you, before he smiled once again and your lips finally met for the first time.

It was a short but hard kiss.

You heard Moonkey go „whooo" behind the camera, but you were too focused on Arón's kiss.

It felt better than you had expected and by now you were almost sure you had deeper feelings for him.

Was that crazy since you didnt even know him that long?

„Cut." someone broke off your kiss and you kept on looking into each others eyes for a little.

„Guys" Moonkey laughed, official breaking the tension going on.

Afterwards, the guys packed their stuff, took some time finishing their drinks and then took off relatively quick.

„Alright I'll cut it together and send it to you next week or something." His friend told Arón and they talked a bit before you heard the door close.

You were still sitting in your exact position on the couch, with the half full glass of red wine in your left hand.

„See, it went fantastic." Arón fell down on the couch next to you.

„Yeah..."

-„Thank you. I had a lot of fun." you finished your sentence.

Arón smiled at you.

„Me too."

And then it all went super fast.

The alcohol kicked in and you guys went off to talking about rather intimate topics and he scooted closer to you.

„Ill call you next time I need a fake girlfriend." He slurred and laughed afterwards.

Since you were a bit tipsy you joked:"You can leave out <fake> too, thats fine with me."

Arón started laughing again and before you knew, his lips were on yours again.

This time it was more forceful and rougher.

You liked it a lot.

He grabbed the drink from your hand skillfully and placed it on the table without breaking the kiss.

And then he was on top of you, with both his hands holding your head.

You knew you had to stop him before it got too much but your drunk mind wanted it more than anything that moment.

Next thing to happen was him taking off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs.

„Joder, Arón." you cursed and looked down on him.

Arón chuckled at your comment.

„Di mi nombre, bebe."

[hackink]

Step Dad

A short story

I hear thrashing and screaming, I yearned for it to end, never did. That quite sucks not gonna lie.

I'm the big one, it's like I'm the chosen one in my family, could be both good or bad. I've got to take care of my siblings, like all the time. The big responsibilities always point in my direction. It's not all bad, I do have my fair share of fun. But for that same reason, I must set a good example. I can't really act the way I wanna most of the time, usually I've make-up on my face, covering the skin before it. It's kinda complicated.

This one time, my parents came into my room, they introduced me to someone, he was a tall white man, and was fairly well clothed. He was wearing these really nice shoes, and had a suit on that looked like it cost buck. I shook his big hand, it felt soft, and a bit warming. We talked for about 30 minutes, he was a fairly nice person, and my parents seemed to like him as well.

After that time was over, my dad went to the room, and grabbed some suitcases out from the closet, as he rolled them by, I felt my heart drop. They explained everything.

Quickly, I put my make-up on, before it was too late, it was. Once I saw my little brother and sister hugging the leg of my dad, begging him to stay, I washed it off naturally. 'Who is he to take the place of my dad?' This thought lingered in my head that night, I took some sleeping pills.

I avoided the man, I didn't want to talk to him, if I saw my mother close to him, I'd turn my head, cause I know how violent I can get. There was this one time, where I walked into the kitchen to get a snack, was playing Minecraft with my siblings, and there I saw the two, hugging and kissing. I, at that moment, remembered how my dad taught me to drive, how he taught me to build a nice dog house for our pet dog, which had died upon my dad's exit. I remembered every single second I spent with my father, the amazing role model he was, and snapped.

Back in the 8th grade, one of my good friends was playing bloody knuckles with someone. He totaled him. He then turned to me, and held his fist up, I didn't last two punches. He told me to start punching the walls at home, bit by bit, so that it wouldn't hurt and my fists would become stronger. In two months' time, my knuckles along with my punches, had become stronger than most boys in my school. I beat my friend, the only time I did too, cause he trained after that as well, and became much better than me. Though, I did beat just about anyone in school at bloody knuckles.

I clenched my fist, and I dropped my phone. This man was innocent, I just hated the fact that he wanted to replace the man who could never be replaced, ever. I felt like letting him know. I had never punched anything as hard as I could, since it'd probably be the end of my fist, but boy do I gotta say his cheek was soft. He fell to the ground and hit the stove with his head, my mom started to scream and push me back, each little shove she gave me, let me know how much she liked this man. They all hurt. I hadn't seen her do that with my dad in the past year, and he gets to do it in the first week? I couldn't settle with that, I ran out the house, and went to my grandma's house, where I began punching the tree in order to not break down in tears.

She gave me some hot cocoa, and let me spend the night there. She felt like she always had, like my grandma, so I felt comfortable, silently I sobbed. The next morning I got up and took a shower, my hands had a bunch of wounds in them from punching the tree bare fisted, and they really hurt to clean. They were also shaking, 'maybe I cracked a bone or something?' I didn't really care, my adrenaline wasn't going down anytime soon.

I was taking a jog outside around the house to clear my mind, when I see a tall man, with some really nice shoes, and a bruise on his cheek come by. 'Your mother sent me to get you.' I ignored him, for his sake. He sat down in a chair, and patted next to him, signaling for me to take a seat. I was thinking it was a bad pun, was he here to mock me? His face was so infuriating, the fact that it wasn't six feet under was pissing me off. On my next lap around the house, I kicked his chair over, his suit looked expensive. He smiled and chuckled, 'kids these days are quite funny.' Why? He must be a psycho, my reaction would be to get mad, or confused at least!

He began to jog alongside me, this man was starting to tick me off big time. I stopped running, grabbed his tie, and said 'Get out, and I mean out, you lay another finger on my mom and I'll kill you!' I tripped him, and continued my jog. I'd feel guilty, but I can't for someone who got my father kicked out of the house, nobody deserves to live after screwing with my family.

I returned home later that day, still a tad hesitant because of the incidents the day prior. My mom asked me to help her cook, she was making shrimp. She gave me the basic rundown of what she had going, and started cutting vegetables off to the side, we started talking about the usual, how much I annoyed her, and how my siblings were idiots. I hear the door open, and I get ready for disappointment, 'Hello everybody!!' it's a... playful voice?

'Where's my food you peasants?' My eyes lighten up, followed by tears. I rush over to hug my dad, started to sob in his arms. He had a black bag, that had chips in it, he always brought chips back home from time to time. He lied it down on the table, and not long after, my siblings came running and crying. 'Dad why did you leave!?' My little brother cried as he hugged him, my sister on the other side. I felt a sense of family, something I haven't felt in a long time. Through the open door walked a other entity, the tall man. I then snapped back into life, and became a bit sad that I wasn't seeing my dad every day, or that he wasn't showing me something. I didn't feed him, I let him eat a microwaved frozen food, I could not give a damn about his existence. Well, that's a lie, I'd prefer if he was gone.

A couple weeks went by, I was kinda getting used to ignoring the tall man in my house. One good thing is that I never saw him getting intimate with my mom. Could've been good or bad, cause I couldn't punch him, bummer. He was always at work, your typical nine to five corporate slave. So when he was gone, I'd spend time normally with my family. I video chatted my dad every day or two, and just talked about life, sometimes he'd show me how to wood work via video chat. I could live with this.

One day, he came back with a few boxes in his hands, and a letter, or at least that's what it looked like. He opened the boxes in front of my sister and brother, as well as my mom and I. Inside the link box, there was a super high quality drawling tablet, the exact one that my sister always wanted, and cracked jokes about. She took it and ran to her room to use it. In the blue box, there was this laptop, one that my little brother was talking about gettjng for ages, and wouldn't shut up about how good it was. He said thank you and ran to his room to use it. I was pissed, he was trying to buy us into liking him, and it was seeming to be quite effective. He opened a my box, it was keys to a car, specifically the car I always told my dad I was going to get when I got money, and got us out of this house, into a nice house. He always said he was gonna buy it for me, I felt conflicted.

'I know we've had our ups and downs, but I really do want to get along with you as my child, or maybe even just a friend.' I saw my mom out of the corner of my eye, she was tearing up, of happiness. I came back to my senses, and went back to my room, slammed the door shut. I knew I had let my mother down, there were like twenty different emotions circulating through me, they were wreaking havoc. I began to punch the walls, I started screaming, it was probably audible from miles away. I felt weird, something I had never felt before. It didn't seem healthy, but I didn't care. This feeling was new to me, I felt like dying over and over, but even then, that might've not been enough to suppress the pain. I remember thinking to myself, 'I'm gonna kill him, he will die!'

That night, I asked him to come talk to me outside. He looked excited. We went outside, and I took him to the back of the house. I had an itch on my lower back. 'So, what's up?' I didn't reply. 'You're uh, quite the mysterious one aren't you?' He chuckled a bit to himself, I didn't move a muscle. He began to talk about what he had for the future, how he was gonna move us out in like a month, and buy us everything we wanted. 'That's what my dad's gonna do.' I mumbled quietly. 'I beg your pardon?' He replied. I couldn't take it anymore. 'My dad's gonna buy us a house, he's gonna move us out!' I pulled out the pocket knife from the back of my pants and stabbed him in the chest.

His blood came rushing out shortly, I began to scream and cry, 'You will never be my dad!' I stabbed him time and time again, he didn't move after a while. My dad walked up behind me and patted me on the back, along with my mother, sister, and little brother. We spit on him together, and we started to chant, it was a happy chant. We danced around his corpse. I started to sweat intensely, my family began to fade away, still chanting, it turned louder and louder. They began to float away, I dropped to my knees, and the tall man was laughing at me, he pointed and laughed. I started to laugh, with tears running down my face, I took the knife and pointed it at me, that's when I heard the voice. 'Wake up! Jesus Christ you've been sleeping all morning!'

My mom woke me up, I got up and went to the table. I got a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and began to eat. My mom walked outside and began to talk to my aunt, 'So, I was able to get this puppy sold for about $150!' I overheard some of their conversation, I wanted a puppy. My dad walked in with a bag, 'Hello my dear children! I am awesome for I have brought the goodies!' I look inside the bag, and tell him that he forgot my hot chips. He quickly runs outside. I take the bag over to my sister and brother, where they get their bag of chips, and start munching away. Once I finish my cereal, I get ready for school. I brush my teeth, and put on a sweater. My mom passes by me on the phone with her sister, talking about something, I couldn't quite catch it. As I open the door, I see my dad chasing after my baby sister, who's face is covered in mud, and laughing away. 'I'm gonna brush your hair so hard!' He yells at her, I giggle to myself. My aunt is outside my house, playing jump rope with my cousin. I wonder who's winning. My sister walks past me, and looks at me. 'Another bad dream?' she asks. 'Yea, this one was hectic.'

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Firstly, same hat again! This is gonna end up going into some of the things I was gonna bring up in that god forsaken essay on Mikoto. So, let's start with that substance abuse thing. It's incredibly possible that Mikoto on top of being blatantly stated to have d.i.d is possibly being heavily coded as having adhd as well. Why do I think this? Because of the substances he is shown to be abusing and the manner in which he is doing so.

So, I don't know if this is common knowledge still or not but individuals with undiagnosed ADHD may wind up naturally finding recreational stimulants that regulate it. Things such as drinking a bunch cafeinated beverages, smoking half a pack of cigarettes, etc. Cause these things have the reverse effect of what they would on people without ADHD. Bringing more credence to this a good deal of the same chemicals used in narcolepsy medecine can be found in adhd medication. Though to give a real life example I've drunken a cup of coffee once in my life when my grandma was trying to keep me awake at a event and immediately passed out after. At the time I hadn't been diagnosed with ADHD yet and asked my college biology professor what would cause such a thing out of curiosity over what could possibly be causing coffee to do the exact opposite of everything I was told it did. To which they responded with that information and I promptly went cool I'm gonna avoid coffee now unless I expressly want to passout and just forget the rest of that. Needless to say I know I have it now but this is far from a projection.

Even when I didn't have that diagnosis and knew this information. I looked at this scene and went is this man drinking a redbull smoking six cigarettes in succession and relaxing in a hot bath. God I have asthma and I still wish that were fucking me this shit looks relaxing then after multiple rewatches and showing it to other people and literally having a relative go "He's completely unbothered, he's relaxing in a blood bath." then after being incredibly pedantic amd defensive going you don't call it a dirt shower when you wash off dirt I finally went wait hold on this shouldn't be relaxing.

That's not the typical biological response that's supposed to happen. We've been told this several times by multiple reputable sources. Wait a moment hold on looks back on that image of him slumped over at his desk. Why does he have a sound speaker hooked up to his work computer. Does he work while listening to music. That wouldn't work in an office setting and if he did work in an office it'd be weird for his coworkers to come meet him anywhere but there. I cycle to work Mikoto says giving very little details about when or how often or if he ever has to do work remotely at all. Second question what is this chair for sir?

COULD IT BE FOR YOUR AT HOME WORK DESK?! Man remote work super fun we can work you at home and in office. We send employees home they get breaks what the breaks look like-

He's married to his job yep definitely not like "Ah, time to go home once i get back I can finally just relax watch some tv." Walks through door email notification chimes immediately at an ungodly hour of the night "Never mind time to fix this fuck all random thing that just came up for this coworker." Mikoto being too accommodating/anxious about just saying no to these fuckers like man if i'm not a team player they can just fire me I already don't draw as well as everyone else here. Better start pulling the weight. It be great to freelance work from home in maybe a few more years have a little control over my life and schedule. Plus if he partially works from home anyway he has a grasp of what that is like already.

Like it's very telling that despite having all of his furniture in it the only building pieces in any sort of tact in that headspace of his are the ones from his bathroom. Like he just dragged all the shit in his apartment in there like okay they know to at least not bother a person while they're using the restroom I can finally take some time for me. Plus the most we see him relax is when he's in there. Like aw man can't walk into my own fucking living room my computer might give me a message notification to get back to work.

When it comes to him discussing his family structure and his parents divorce it really hit me in a personal way. So, this next bit is highly subjective but I believe it should be considered. Mikoto is a guy being raised by a single mother coming up I was a girl raised by a single father. There's a great deal of sexual bias attributed to that i.e phrases like how can a man raise good daughters by himself they need a mother's touch to learn about feminity and how can a woman raise a good man all by themselves they'll never get any masculine traits or be too sensitive they need the firm directing of a male role model to turn out right.

This whole probably seemingly antiquated way of thinking about raising children isn't that old and isn't close to dying out. So, when I see answers like this

Q: Tell us your family structure.

Mikoto: My mother, me, and my younger sister

My sister’s a blossoming high school student.

Q: What’s your relationship like with your parents?

Mikoto: My parents are divorced. I get along well with my mother though, she’s the one who raised me. I don’t want to make her worry.

It sort of speaks volumes. Especially the I don't want to make her worry. Coupled with most his answers being a variations of I'm just doing what I'm supposed to be doing aren't I or at times even just a genuine inquiry of does it look like I'm not cutting it to you. It really comes off as the situation where it seems as though he believes if I don't do these things or hit these milestones that a man should it will reflect poorly on my mother and bring her capabilities with raising me into question. Which kids with single parents regardless of if the parent that stuck around is the same gender as the child or not can wind up considering at points.

We also have another example of this through Futa. He was raised by a single father that he's shown to have very little respect for.

Q: What are your parents like?

Futa: They’re divorced so I don’t really remember my mum much. My dad is pathetic and old-fashioned.

Q: Tell us your family structure.

Futa: Father and older sister.

Their circumstances are quite literally reversed. Now given some of Futa's stances I can't really say what old fashion traits he'd find disdainful about his father. You know given how he acts in milgram and what he believes the men should be doing. Though the pathetic one tracks given that- His dad was divorced and left to raise the kids which is more so regulated to being a woman's task. It would not be that much of a stretch to believe his older sister took on some maternal roles in his life but outside of it coming out that his dad is I don't know a very sexist and abusive alcoholic stuck in his ways in what would be the Clannad style twist of a life time. He's probably just a generally chill guy who raised two kids and has a habit of getting walked all over. Which would also serve to explain why Futa's response to perceived threats is to act like he's not afraid and not show weakness cause he knows what looking weak or being weak can get a person and to him that's not out of the situation that's scaring them or garnering any respect.

Where Futa gives off a I don't want to be anything like that old man vibe. Mikoto is just here like I don't want to cause my mom and sister any trouble and has literally built his life around that idea. Like if I do this, this and this it will cause the least trouble to my already hardworking mom and maybe if I succeed I can even help my sister out and she'll be able to do the things she wants to do.

I like cycling cause it's a one time purchase and far less expensive in the long term if you really think about it plus it's healthier. Sure if I'm late to work it's solely on me and I can never blame the trains but the money I could maybe save could go to my family. You know a career in baseball the thing I enjoyed is just far too unrealistic. I should just focus on an avenue that guarantees employment given everything even if I did get a scholarship for that it'd have to be a full ride or nothing so let's get real for a second. It was a fun hobby but we gotta go be an adult now let me pick something else I enjoy that's more grounded and reasonble then look into doing something in that field instead. Whatever gets me out of college and employed fastest is preferable.

Photography; do you have a photography camera sir or do you just like taking pictures on your phone as a hobby? No, disrespect it still counts if it's the latter I also like taking pictures with my phone. It'd just be weird given you like shopping. So who do you like shopping for yourself or family cause the most expensive thing in your apartment right now allegedly is that Mac or your tv. I own a record player and have shopped for multiple ones I know the one he owns isn't one of the few up there in price.

This dudes room is minimalistic outside of a few electronics. He's surviving off of cigarettes, redbull, coffee, a sense of responsibility and on some deeper level spite and anger that he's far too ashamed to openly let himself feel.

Q: Do you ever get angry at other people?

Mikoto: I don’t really. Don’t you think it’s kinda shameful, getting mad?

Like if he does ever become aware of what he did he's gonna judge himself more than I can, the fanbase, or Milgram itself ever could. Like whelp I'm a murderer, I've disappointed and failed everyone including myself. While everyone else in Milgram is just a different variation of "Oh." It'd be surprising if he just went actually fuck it I'd do it again at this point. However, that would be much funnier and less depressing response.

Mahiru claiming Mikoto has cheater energy is funny cause it has several explainations each of which is more absurd than the last.

1. He reminds her of her ex who she killed for possibly cheating.

2. She really believes being talkative and inviting is cheating energy in which case miss what about you?

3. She clocked that Mikoto and her were the best looking people in this prison and far too similar for her liking. So, immediately called shenanigans starting a beef on the low to be most gorgeous in this house of murderers. In what would be the most adorable rivalry of all fucking time. You're nice and talkative into tarot, possibly horoscopes too, and up to date on trends- It's on sight from now on; I bet he cheats, no guy like this exists.