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dollfaceksj · 8 months

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AHHH i can’t wait for #20!! will we get to see the date?

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sooo since it’s my bday today (jk bday twin 🤭😋) this is a little rushed and very short! but i still wanted to update so i hope u guys like it <3

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #20

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you didn’t exactly speak to jungkook again for the rest of the train ride

and you kinda also didn’t remove him as a follower

🫨🫨🫨

so now you’re just. alone

in a booth

listening to music

doesn’t matter tbh

when you’ve arrived, you hop out the carriage

you separate from the others

and go home without another word

upon arriving home, you take the longest bath you’ve ever had

exfoliate

wax

take care of your skin

just everything

you put on your cute pajamas and crawl into your bed

and waste your entire day lying in bed

you get a text

from: tae tae

‘What you up to?’

from: you

‘nothing. watching tv alone’

from: tae tae

‘I’m bored. Can I come over’

from: you

‘sure’

you sit up straight in your bed and rub your eyes

hmm

tae doesn’t live that far so

he’ll be here soon

you make your couch a bit cozier with blankets and place some snacks on your table

after some time passes

your doorbell rings

you make your way to the front door and swing it open

“you need some more friends, taehyung,” you say as you put some of your shoes away to leave space for his

“i agree, he should.”

you look up

from your kneeling position

to make eye contact

with the devil himself

he stares you down from up there with hooded eyes

“where’s taehyung?”

he shrugs his shoulders. “i took his phone to text you. i know you would ignore me if i tried to dm you.”

he’s unbelievable

“why are you here?” you ask as you rise to your feet

he tilts his head to the side. “i still owe you.”

you frown

what does this damn junior want?

he needs!! to leave!! you alone!!

“and what exactly do you owe me?”

“an orgasm.”

the air knocks right out of your lungs

you shake your head. “i already told you. it was the last time.”

“i know but technically, you didn’t finish.”

UGH

you hate him.

you sigh quietly. “that’s okay. i don’t mind.”

“i do.”

for fucks sakeeeee

“you gonna let me make you cum? one last time?”

he closes the distance between you two, staring down at you with a neutral expression on his face

he’s not trying to convince you

it just seems like he actually takes this ‘favor’ seriously

“jungkook,” you sigh

“i swear i won’t bother you anymore.”

ugh

and now you’re reminded of everything tae told you

you wrap your fingers around his forearm and gently tug him further into your apartment

you quietly close the door. “you’re not bothering me, jungkook.”

he just stares at you, letting you speak

“but weren’t you supposed to hang with isabella today?”

a smirk creeps on his lips. “keeping tabs on my life?”

you scoff, “you wish. i just overheard you two talking.”

he hums as he kicks his shoes off and walks further into your apartment

DAMN JUNIOR

“so. you prepared this for me?” he nods towards the cozy couch and snacks on the table, picking one can of pringles up

“i prepared it for taehyung.” you snatch the pringles can out of his hands

he chuckles. “well, you put in all this effort. it’d be a shame if it went to waste.” he turns to face you fully

you look up at him and cross your arms

his eyes drop down your pajamas, taking note of your cute pajama set and fuzzy socks.

he quietly mumbles, “cute,” with a small smile.

your cheeks heat up and you turn away from him, heading towards the couch

“well, i guess you’re right but only because i don’t want my efforts to go to waste.” you plop down and sit down with your legs criss cross apple sauce

he takes his sweater off, revealing his plain black shirt as he goes to sit down next to you

you reach for the remote and start going through the available movies

he sinks comfortably into your couch, draping one arm behind your head on the backrest of the couch

you ask him if he’s seen some of these and he tells you that he’s actually not a big movie fan and prefers shows

preferably mystery and/or thriller

you nod your head, agreeing with what he’s saying

so you both agree on watching sherlock

and you have a lot of fun

watching it with him

2 hours into the marathon

you glance over at jungkook

and

he’s dozing off :(

you don’t know why

but it makes you feel some type of way

did he use the excuse of having sex to come here? just to hang out with you?

you just

start feeling guilty

you move closer to him and shake his arm

he quickly blinks and awakes, looking around. “oh, i’m sorry. didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

you shake your head. “it’s okay.”

he slowly sits up and stretches his arms. “so have you thought about it?”

you frown as you glance at him, pausing the show with one hand on the remote. “what?”

“letting me make you cum.”

….

you ask, “you’re serious about that?”

he nods his head like you just asked him about the weather and he knows the answers

“you don’t have to do that. if you wanted to get your dick wet, you should’ve let isabella come over. why come to me?”

at this, he frowns. like he’s genuinely confused

“because we didn’t get to finish last time. why are you bringing up isabella?” his frown almost stings you

you try to appear nonchalant and casual. “because it seems like she’s down for whatever. or not?”

he chuckles but there’s no humor behind it. “are you jealous?”

“now, why the fuck would i be jealous, jungkook?” you rise to your feet and gather the empty cartons and cans of snacks and drinks

“i don’t know, pretty. you just sound kinda jealous.”

you hear the smugness in his voice even when you’re all the way in the kitchen, throwing out the plastic and cartons

“don’t call me that,” you mumble as you start folding one of the blankets

he gets up and closes the gap between you, pressing his chest into your back

“what? you don’t like being called pretty?” he jokes, pestering you as he stays glued to your body with each move you make

he adds, “you definitely loved it when you were getting fucked, though.”

UGHHHH

can he just

GET LOST!!!!

the longer he’s here

the more your resolve crumbles

the longer you’re in his proximity

the more you want to take him up on his offer

you want to help him

you do

like tae said

but

is it worth it when it makes everything worse for you?

you can’t fucking stop thinking about him

and your body heats up whenever he’s near

you turn to face him. “you,” you start, “you’re not good for me.”

his expression falters. “what do you mean?”

you shrug your shoulders. “you’re like poison, jungkook. i don’t know what’s going on.”

he stares at you dumbfounded. “i’m so confused.”

“ugh!” you throw the blanket on your couch. “i spend one– ONE night with you in a tent, next thing i know, i’m having sex with you in the back of someone else’s car and letting you fuck me in a dirty tent while our friends are asleep.”

you swallow thickly before you mumble under your breath, “a guy like you should wear a warning.”

he silently stares at you for a moment before he crosses his arms over his chest. “well, i do. you’re the one that started coming onto me after tae warned you.”

you almost choke on air cause he’s right. “that has nothing to do with this.”

your body is starting to heat up

his serious expression…

hes so fucking hot wow

he steps even closer to you. “it has everything to do with it. just admit that you wanted me and stop acting like i did something underhanded so that i could fuck you. you know damn well you wanted me to fuck you as bad as i wanted to fuck you.”

a lump starts forming in your throat

he has you all figured out

but he’s not finished. “so quit acting like the bigger person.”

fuck

fuck fuckfuck

fuck you want him

you want him so bad

he adds, “you keep pouting at me like that and i’ll have no choice but to kiss you.”

fuck

the words leave your mouth without you even realizing. “then kiss me already.”

fuck

why did YOU

SAY THAT

he wastes no time lunging at you, cupping your face as he kisses you with so much fervor it sets your body ablaze

you let him walk you back to the couch before he sits down and pulls you onto his lap

you don’t hesitate for a second when you climb onto his lap

kissing him with equal amounts of fervor

tongues forcing their way into each others mouths

the not-so-innocent grinding

soft moaning

heavy breathing

fuck, you want him

you need him

his hands grip your hips, fingers draping over the swell of your ass

the more you grind your hips into him, the harsher his grip on your hips

until he starts spanking you

making you moan into his mouth

fuck he’s making it so hard for you to be the better person

is one last time really that bad?

but.. will it really be the last time if you don’t put a stop to it now?

you know if you accept, you’ll always just fall straight into his trap

and ‘a last time’ will never really be a last time

declining right now would help him in the long run, you could build that bond with jungkook that tae was talking about

so what will it be

toxic frenemies with benefits (ACCEPT)

healthy friendship and no more lying to tae (DECLINE)

to be continued

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riality-check · 1 year

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come get part 4 of platonic hellcheer coparenting! part 1, part 2, and part 3

Chrissy is trying very hard not to be scared out of her mind. For all her effort, she’s failing miserably.

Three separate tests sit on the counter. Three separate tests from three separate brands. The odds of all of them are astronomically low, and she should know. That Google search is the most recent tab on her phone.

(For a moment, when she was typing, she stopped herself, reminded herself that her mom tracks her search history. Then, she shook herself out of it, remembered that she’s twenty years old and hasn’t lived with her mother for a second since she turned eighteen. Then, she kept on typing.)

But oh, God. She’s twenty years old, and there’s three positive tests sitting in front of her.

She’s twenty years old. She can’t even legally get a drink - she’s got a good fake though, and that bartender never looks too hard anyway - but she’s supposed to have a baby? A baby?

She can barely take care of herself. She’s working a terrible minimum wage job, taking phone calls at a truly mediocre pizzeria, but that’s not enough to support her and a kid. Never mind the fact that there’s no place for a baby here, not with a roommate, and she can’t afford this place without her roommate-

Someone knocks on the door, shaking her out of her thoughts.

“Coming!” she calls, and she gets up off the bathroom floor, wipes her tears, and answers the door.

It’s Eddie. True to his word, it’s only been ten minutes since she hung up on him, and it looks like he spent every minute of it sprinting over. She’s pretty sure his shirt is on backwards, and both his shoes are untied, and his hair is thrown up into a bun that honestly just looks like one big knot.

They’re both such messes. How the hell are they supposed to have a ba-

“You okay?” he asks.

Not hi or can I come in or screw you, you’re on your own.

You okay? he had said.

Chrissy can’t help it, she starts crying again right there.

“Woah, okay, yeah,” Eddie says, coming in and immediately hugging her. “Yeah, stupid question. Sorry.”

She hugs him back, clinging onto him because, honestly? She doesn’t have much else. Jason sucks. She’s not going back to him, ever. And her parents-

Oh, God. Her parents. They would want to know, even if she hasn’t spoken to them in years, and-

“Not stupid,” Chrissy says between sobs, just to get her mind off that particular track. “Not a dumb question.”

“I think I should have been able to tell that you aren’t okay,” Eddie says gently, leading the two of them to the couch.

“No,” Chrissy says, pulling back. She wipes off her tears, puts on an intentionally fragile smile, and says, with her nose almost completely clogged up, “I think it’s a perfectly reasonable question.”

That makes Eddie laugh, which makes her laugh, and it feels a little bit better.

They sit down together, and Chrissy watches as Eddie keeps himself quiet by toying with one of the many rings on his hands. It’s the one on his right ring finger, the one he keeps playing with, the one with a big stone in the middle. It doesn’t quite fit in with the rest of them.

Chrissy wonders where he got it from.

Neither one of them says anything, until Chrissy surprises herself by breaking the silence.

“So,” she says, and that’s all she’s got.

“So?”

“So, what do you think?”

“What do I think?” Eddie asks, tilting his head to the side in confusion. “What do I think? This isn’t up to me, Chrissy. You say how this goes. I’m just along for the ride.”

Oh.

“So, if you don’t want to do this, that’s fine. If you want to, I’ll do it with you. If you want to but want me to get lost, I’ll do that-”

“Why would I want you to get lost?” she asks, interrupting what’s clearly become a nervous ramble.

Eddie stares at her. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“What?”

“Chrissy, I’m a twenty-two year old high school dropout who tried to start a band with his friends and got scammed by a shitty record company. I live with my uncle in a trailer park, I’m studying for the GED, which is way harder than it has any right to be, and I’m never going to be able to love you the way that you deserve.”

Eddie spreads his hands out in a ta-da! motion, and while he’s smiling, Chrissy can see how it’s strained at the corners of his mouth.

“You done yet?” she asks.

“What do you-”

“Eddie, I’m a twenty year old who hasn’t spoken a word to her parents since the second I turned eighteen. I’m working the world’s worst minimum wage job to try to pay for community college, I used a fake ID at that bar where we met again, and I spent way too much of my life in an unfulfilling relationship because I couldn’t see another option for myself. And, newsflash, I also can’t love you that way.”

“At least you’re in college,” Eddie points out.

“You’re getting your GED,” Chrissy counters. “So you’re no slouch, either.”

“Looks like we’re both wrecks.”

Chrissy laughs, and it quickly turns into a cough, reminding her that, oh, yeah she’s spent a lot of the last half hour just crying. Eddie lets her cough it out, then grabs one of her hands. He toys with it like how he was toying with his ring earlier.

“I think,” Chrissy says slowly, “that if we’re both wrecks, then we should be wrecks together.”

Eddie’s fingers freeze where they’re wrapped around her own. “Are you serious?”

Chrissy thinks for a while. Thinks about the fact that while this is still scary, it’s been significantly less scary since Eddie got here. Thinks about the fact that he’s just as scared as she is. Thinks about the fact that, even though she is scared, this kid will at least grow up with way more love than she ever had.

She already knows she’ll never track internet search histories and calories. Ever.

And, while she doesn’t know Eddie all that well, she thinks that there’s some stuff he’d never do, too.

“I think misery loves company,” Chrissy says.

“I don’t think we’ll be miserable. Not if it’s the two of us.”

“Just the two of us?” Chrissy asks instead of pointing out how Eddie is probably right in a way that makes her heart hurt.

That night, after they’d gotten it over with, was good. Because Eddie is sweet and makes things easy in a way that Chrissy loves.

She thinks it’ll be hard, but she can’t imagine being well and truly miserable with him. But maybe that’s just young adult optimism, since it definitely isn’t the blindness of young love.

“No, of course not,” Eddie says. “My uncle is a fucking saint, he’s gonna try to help out in every way possible, whether we want him to or not. And the guys are all back, and while we’re taking a bit of a break - living and working together for a few years means we just need some space - they’ll help out.”

“I don’t have anyone,” Chrissy says. “Like, at all. I don’t talk to my parents, and I’m never talking to Jason again.”

“Okay. What’s mine is yours, then,” Eddie says, like it’s no big deal. No big deal at all that she can’t have anyone help out the way that Eddie’s friends and family are.

“I’m sorry,” she says. For not doing enough, for not being enough, for choosing the hardest option, even though she does think it’s the right one.

“You’re sorry? You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” Eddie says. “If anything, I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Derailing your life. Since we’re doing this, right?”

“Yeah,” Chrissy says, and she surprises herself by not hesitating, not even for a second. “Yeah, we’re doing it.”

“Okay,” Eddie says, letting out a long sigh.

“And you didn’t derail my life. I think I derailed yours, but-”

“What kind of life do I have?” Eddie asks. Chrissy wishes she could wipe that self-deprecating smile off his face. It makes him look too sad.

Sad and Eddie shouldn’t belong in the same sentence, she thinks.

“Let’s not say derailed,” Chrissy says. “Let’s say… switched tracks. We were running on different ones, and now we’re on the same one.”

“When trains do that, they crash,” Eddie points out.

“We’re better than that,” Chrissy says.

Eddie snorts, but he doesn’t have anything to say to that.

“So, new track?”

She puts her hand out to shake, but Eddie doesn’t grab it. He just wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulling her in for a tight hug.

“New track,” he says, and both of them ignore how he sounds a little choked up.

part 5 exists and so does part 6!

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moonsgemini · 10 months

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seeking arrangements - iv

summary: With just two days left of before the wedding the celebrations continue. Going to a bachelorette & bachelor party when you’re a fake couple might cause some issues. Especially when Lola can’t seem to stop taking tequila shots & the liquid might have given her too much courage.

warnings: escort!rafe x oc, alcohol, angst, insecurities, fluff, thomas (he deserves a warning), shitty family, kissing

wc: 5.1k

an: I’m gonna be real I kinda hate this part, I feel like I lacked in every aspect lol. But it is done, & there’s two more parts to goooo. ALSO HELP I cannot get my comments to work. Like I can’t reply to people or comment on other peoples posts. It’s on in my settings I’m pretty sure so idk what I’m doing wrong.

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“What’s on the agenda today?” Rafe asked before taking a bite of his bagel.

Lola was sitting next to him squinting at her laptop. She may have had the week off from work but she couldn’t help but try and catch up on some pieces that needed to be read. She hadn’t felt focused enough the last few days to try and squeeze in any work because she’d been so anxious. After the engagement party and the boat day she felt a lot more relaxed. Rafe managed to put a sense of calm over her.

After they got home from the party they spent the rest of the night in bed watching another movie. This one was Rafe’s pick. He made her watch The Godfather, but they didn’t really pay too much attention. Lola kept asking questions during the film and of course Rafe answered all of them. Never once did he get upset at her for talking during the movie, something Thomas hated that she did. The conversation ended up leading to them talking about everything. Rafe opened up a lot more to her and she felt closer to him.

It scared her because it meant that even if they continue to be friends after this she’ll never have him in the way she wants. When this whole thing began Lola was unsure about it because what if she got caught but she never thought that there’d be a possibility she’d fall in love with the guy. Of course it had to be Rafe that she reached out to, the most perfect guy.

“Ummm we have the bachelor and bachelorette parties today. Girls are going to one bar and guys are going to another,” She turned to him giving him a weak smile. This is the first time they’ll really be separated from each other.

Rafe groaned, “I have to be with those frat boys all night.”

She threw her head back laughing, “They aren’t that bad. Well except for you know who, he’s that bad.”

“Oh they are that bad sweetheart,” He took a sip of his coffee before continuing, “Except Harry, he’s been pretty decent. I don’t know why you ran with these crowds.”

“Please I only saw them when we came here because they’re all my sisters friends or Harry’s. They met them in college.”

“Explains why you and Tabitha are the coolest,” Rafe smirked at her. She rolled her eyes playfully turning back to the laptop in front of her.

“So that’s why my ears were ringing,” Tabitha said as she walked into the kitchen.

“Good morning to you Tabs,” Lola grinned watching her cousin pour herself a big mug of coffee.

Rafe chuckled, “Went a little too hard yesterday?”

“Possibly,” She rolled her eyes and grabbed the supplies for a bagel.

“Hey you better be able to go out later I’m not doing that alone,” Lola scolded.

Tabitha sat in the seat in front of her, “Relax I’ll make it. Takes me back to college, drunk every weekend.”

“Okay so what am I supposed to do with these guys for a whole night?” Rafe was not excited at all for the bachelor party. Ever since the boat conversations he’s been trying to avoid them. Everything was a dick riding contest to them.

Tabitha waves her bagel around, “Just get drunk, talk about sports too.”

“Getting drunk does sound promising,” he shrugged.

Lola laughed, “You can also talk about finance, you know they love that stuff.”

Tabitha nodded her head, “I’m always having to tell Andrew to shut up when he starts giving me financial advice.”

“I definitely don’t need financial advice. Sometimes I’m glad I don’t have many friends. The less friends or people close to you the better,” Rafe shrugged.

“You two really are made for each other,” Tabitha said looking between the two with a playful grin.

Lola had come up with a plan. Maybe it was a stupid plan and would end horribly or it could go amazingly. She was going to go out and take a few shots to earn that liquid courage before ubering home if Rafe was back and then try to seduce him. She couldn’t stand being around him and not be able to touch him.

Of course they did subtle stuff to convince her family, but it was never enough. When he’d place his hand on the small of her back to guide her around the engagement party her body felt ablaze. Her fingers itched to run through his hair and pull him closer. They hadn’t kissed since the boat and her lips ached for his. She missed his soft touch, the things he would make her feel with something so simple as his hand on the back of her neck.

Sleeping next to him at night was the hardest. He slept shirtless and it was incredibly distracting. There had been moments where she’d wake up to his arm around her, his nose tucked into the back of her neck. Rafe knew what he was doing, he’d blame it on him doing it in his sleep. He was really like half asleep and she just looked so cute and soft laying there he couldn’t help himself. If she moved away or anything he would have pulled away but she never did.

He was very disappointed that he wouldn’t really get to hangout with her tonight when their time playing boyfriend and girlfriend was almost over. He’d rather spend the day at the beach with her than drinking with a bunch of guys he didn’t know.

He was sitting outside on the deck going through his emails while thinking about the girl that was inside. Lola insisted on making margaritas for them to pregame. They didn’t have to leave until six so they had time to just relax. Lola came out with glasses and a pitcher of the alcoholic drink.

“Woah there cowboy, we’re gonna finish all that?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Well we can try, or it will just go to waste.” She smirked shrugging. Sitting down next to him she began to pour the watermelon margaritas into the glasses. He smiled at her just looking at her. Rafe liked watching her just do stuff.

“What?” She asked with a nervous laugh. His blue eyes made her nervous because when he looked at her she felt like he was actually looking at her. Not the girl everyone thought was weak because of her breakup. Not the girl that lets everyone walk all over her.

He shrugged, “Nothing, just like looking at you.”

She looked away from his tense gaze, a small grin forming at her lips. It was hard to deny the fact that he didn’t have an effect on her, “You’re too much.” she said because it was true. Everything about him was so overwhelming.

“So Rafe what’s your next job after this one? Or should I say who is your next job?”

He adjusted in his seat. Scrunching his nose as he looked out at the backyard, “Uh no one right now. I-I don’t know I’ve been thinking of retiring.”

“Woah really?” She looked over at him a bit shocked.

“Yeah this week has given me a new perspective you could say,” he took a drink from his margarita.

“How so?” She asked her voice quieter now.

He shrugged, “I guess I just realized I want more. I don’t want to be a paid companion anymore, I want to be just a companion.”

Butterflies of hope flew around in her stomach. Lola’s delusions were starting to get the best of her. Maybe it’s because of me, she thought. Rafe takes her silence as not a good sign.

He feels like maybe he had said too much and scared her away, “Uh so I’ll probably try and get myself out there more. Ya know when we get back to the city. Find a girl finally go on dates.”

The butterflies were crushed at those words. Find a girl. Those words hurt her but she couldn’t show it. Rafe could read her better than anyone even though he’s only known her for a month. Her furrowed brows and the way she couldn’t look at him gave her away. He knew what he said hurt her, maybe he had been reading everything wrong.

She cleared her throat to try and get rid of the lump in her throat, “That’s uh great Rafe. I-I think that sounds great.” She smiled at him the best she could. Lola started chugging the rest of her margarita not really in the mood to sit and drink with him.

He watched her with concern. Rafe wanted to shove his words back into his mouth to get that pretty smile back on her face “Lola I..”

“I-I’m gonna go and get ready now. I’ll see you in a bit okay Rafe,” She gave her another fake smile before walking back inside.

“Fuck,” He muttered rubbing his face out of frustration with himself.

The whole time Rafe felt like he thought he knew what she wanted. She had even asked to just be friends after this. He didn’t want to overstep and tell her the real reason why he wants to give all this up. It was because of Lola, he wants her by his side. He liked the way she made him feel and he loved the person he brought out in her. He loved protecting her from people who don’t deserve her.

Lola was beginning to think her plan was going to end horribly. Especially after what he had said. She felt like things were maybe going somewhere with him. She has had more fun the whole week than she’s had her whole life. And she knows it’s because she’s had him by her side.

She looked over herself in the mirror. She felt hot, she felt like she could go through with her plan to seduce Rafe. Yet it wasn’t enough because that voice was still in her head telling her that he doesn’t like want her more than a friend. Or even possibly more than a client. Her outfit consisted of a black mini skirt and olive green long sleeve that had a small pink bow in the middle of the square neckline. She also wore black boots that made her legs look longer, her makeup and hair were done. She felt amazing on the outside but on the inside her insecurities were starting to take over her thoughts.

Rafe had been in the shower while she changed into her outfit. They hadn’t spoken much since he came back to the room. Things seemed a bit tense, a sort of unspoken tension between them.

Lola was switching purses to one that would better match her outfit when Rafe opened the door to the bathroom. He stepped out in nothing but a light blue towel around his waist. His chest and stomach still slightly damp from the hot shower. He had been looking down at his phone. Lola looked up at him from where she stood and gulped at his appearance. He was not making this easy.

“What should I wear? I’m guessing polos and khakis is the bar dress code,” He smirked putting his phone down and going to his side of the closet to look through the shirts he brought. He glanced back at her and stopped skimming through his shirts. He wished she didn’t look so incredible, how was he supposed to spend the night away from her when she looked like that.

He looked her over his eyes moving slowly taking in every detail, “You look unreal,” he said once he met her eyes.

Lola gave him a shy smile as a blush creeped up her neck, “Thank you, and uh you should just wear a button up and some black pants. Casual but nice.”

He just nodded his head only half paying attention. Rafe couldn’t concentrate when she was standing across the room looking like his future wife. He snapped out of his thoughts at the word wife. She was really doing something to him if he was thinking about marriage. He looked through his shirts and decided on a green jacket and black carhartt pants. Grabbing his clothes he went back into the bathroom to change.

Lola felt like she could breathe again. Having to watch the muscles in his back flex as he grabbed his shirt was too much. Especially since his skin was sun kissed from the day before she just wanted to run her hands all over him. He walked out of the bathroom and she clenched her fists. He smiled at her and she smiled back.

“You look handsome,” Lola said as she started to think about all the women that would get to see Rafe tonight. Jealousy took over her as she thought about how she couldn’t be by his side all night to show people that he was with her.

“Thank you sweetheart.” She was going to kill him.

“Alright lets go,” She sighed and began walking out the door.

“I’m not going go drink tonight so I can drop you off and even pick you up,” Rafe said following behind her.

“Okay, you decided on not drinking?”

“Yeah I just don’t really feel like being drunk with a bunch of people I don’t know. I also want to make sure you’re safe,” He shrugged and opened the front door for her.

Lola turned to him before walking out the door. Standing almost toe to toe, he was much taller than her. She was feeling intimidated but she tried her best not to show it. But like always he could read her so easily. He could see the her fingers twitch and her breathing pick up a little more.

“You’re kind of frustrating Mr. Cameron,” She said with a sigh, her eyes squinting teasingly at him.

“What am I doing?” He asked pretending to be clueless.

She ignored him not wanting to answer him, “Come on we can’t be late.”

The drive there was comfortable quiet. The tense atmosphere from earlier now gone. Rafe pulled into a parking lot on the main street and parking. He had been struggling since he first saw Lola. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

There were a lot of people on the main street going to the different shops, restaurants, and bars. It was a popular area in the summer. Rafe walked around her to walk on the side closest to the street, and hgrabbed her hand so he wouldn’t lose her in the throngs of people.

“Where are we going?” He asked her following her lead.

“The girls are going to Porter’s and the guys are going to Birdie’s. Porter’s is right there,” She pointed at a bar a few shops down, “And then Birdies is across the street.” She pointed at another bar on the other side of the street.

“Ah so we’re close to each other,” Rafe smirked liking the idea that she’d be close by in case she needed anything.

“Mhmm I think all the girls are there already.”

“If you want to leave early for any reason call me okay? I’ll be right over,” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Okay Rafe,” She smiled. Once they got to the front of the bar the bridesmaids immediately spotted them since they were all sitting on the patio out front.

“My favorite couple!” Penny shouted as she saw the pair walk up.

“Took you guys long enough. I wonder what you guys were doing that made you laaaate,” Tabitha said teasingly.

“Tabi!” Lola exclaimed.

Penny turned to Rafe, “Hurry and let your girl go so we can get drunk!”

“Alright alright,” Rafe said and turned Lola to face him. He cupped her cheek, “call if you need anything. Have fun and be safe.”

“Always,” She said breathlessly because his eyes kept going down to her lips. She knew what was coming and she couldn’t be more excited.

Rafe leaned down and pressed a kiss against her lips, he didn’t want to do too much since they were in public but he wanted to show everyone that this was his girl. He pulled away only to go in one more time, she smiled against his lips.

“Rafe,” She laughed pushing him away playfully.

“Sorry babe couldn’t help myself,” He shrugged with a lopsided smile that made her want to kiss him a million more times.

“I’ll see you later,” She squeezed his hand before pulling away to walk onto the patio.

“Bye,” He waved at her and all the other girls who had been watching them.

“Byyye,” They all said in synch with laughs

Tabitha turned to Lola as she sat down next to her, “Girl that man is obsessed with you.”

“I really hope so,” She laughed. The girls not knowing the way she really meant it.

“Okay ladies lets drink!” Penny said clapping her hands, “Tonight in honor of me we’re having tequila!”

“This is going to be the best night!” Olivia laughed excitedly.

Rafe arrived to the bar the guys were at, he walked inside and spotted the group around a table in the back. He walked over and Harry immediately spotted him.

“Rafe! Dude you made it,” Harry said getting up to greet him.

“Of course, just had to drop off Lola.” Rafe walked over to the empty seat between Mateo and Josh. Thomas say directly in front of him.

“Hey what’s up man,” Josh greeted followed by the rest of them Thomas only nodding at Rafe to not some completely rude. Rafe found it amusing how much he pissed Thomas off. He liked it.

“I’m gonna go get another round. What are you drinking Rafe?” Josh asked him.

“uh just water, I’m driving tonight.”

“Shoulda ubered man.”

It was nearly midnight now and Rafe wanted to leave. He had bern having a good time for a while but now all the guys were pretty drunk and he just wanted to be with Lola. He hadn’t heard from her all night which he took as a good sign. The guys were playing pool now, some of the single grooms men were flirting with some women at the bar.

“You ever miss that?” Harry asked him as he lined up his stick with the white ball.

“What? Flirting?”

He nodded his head, “Yeah like picking up girls at bars.”

Rafe shook his head, “Not at all. I like Lola a lot.”

“I feel the same about Penny. Guess it’d be bad if I didn’t since we’re getting married,” He laughed patting Rafe on the back.

“You guys are sooo whipped,” Thomas laughed.

“And what about it?” Harry slurred.

Thomas shrugged his hooded eyes meeting Rafes, “The same boring girl forever? The same average pussy forever? noooo thanks.”

“I’m convinced you’ve never actually talked to a woman. I think you just like women who don’t like you,” Rafe shook his head with a smirk.

“Hey all girls love me. Look at me,” He stood straighter and smirked. Rafe wanted to hysterically laugh but he held it in. He started to feel a vibrating in his pocket. He pulled his phone out and saw Lola’s name across the screen.

“Saved by the bell,” He said before walking away to a quieter area, “Hello?”

“Rafeyyyy,” Lola sang on the other end of the line.

He shook his head with a fond smile on his lips, “This is him. What’s up sweetheart?”

“I’m ready to go Rafey. I wanna see you,” She said breathlessly.

For the last few hours the girls had moved to inside the bar where they drank too many shots of tequila and danced. Penny even did karaoke at some point. Lola was actually enjoying herself and she might have enjoyed it too much. She was definitely drunk by now which meant her plan to seduce Rafe sounds like a very good plan.

“God he’s just so hot,” Lola said her chin resting in her palms as she leaned on the bar. She was currently talking to the bartender and Tabitha.

“He is incredibly hot,” Tabitha agreed, “You should see him, he’s like one of those stone statues of the guys with the abs.”

Lola laughed loudly, “he does look like that. Beautiful. You know he’s a really good kisser.” Her brain started to get even fuzzier as she thought of the kisses from earlier.

“Call him girl, get your man.” Tabitha encouraged as shebsaw the look in her cousin’s eyes.

“I will,” That’s when she had decided to call him and let him take her home.

“You’re drunk huh?” He asked with a teasing tone.

She faked a gasp, “I would want to see you even if I weren’t drunk thank you very much. Especially when wow,” She sighed dreamily, “Especially when you look the way you do tonight.”

Rafe had quickly and quietly bid goodbye to the guys as he all but sprinted out of there to get Lola. He knew she was drunk and he didn’t want her to go outside by herself.

“I’m coming sweetheart, did you have fun?”

“Very much of it,” She smiled to herself.

“I’m outside now,” He as as he was getting closer.

She squealed, “Coming!” She hung up the phone and ran outside before Rafe could even made it to the walkway up to the bar doors.

She ran towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck hugging him tightly, “Missed you.” Lola nuzzled her head into his neck breathing in the smell of his cologne.

“I missed you,” He had hugged her back and was stroking her hair with one of his hands, “Let’s get you home babe.”

“Kiss?” She asked looking up at him with those doe eyes. How could he say no? He was eager to do anything for her, to please her. He was there to fulfill all her needs how could he ever deny her?

“anything for you,” He mumbled leaning down and kissing her. He wanted it to be a soft kiss but when her fingers went into his hair and tugged him closer he couldn’t hold back. She kissed him hard and he was of course going to reciprocate. Their lips moved together in perfect synch yet a little messily. She wanted him and it wasn’t just because she was drunk.

Rafe was reminded of what she had been doing earlier when he started tasting the tequila on her tongue. He pulled away and kissed one more time softly, “Let’s go home.”

She nodded her head in a dizzy trance. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. Lola wrapped her arms around his waist and happily hummed. She was practically leaning her whole body weight on him and it wasn’t even phasing him.

“So how many shots did you take huh?”

“Ohhhh just a few. And a couple tequila sodas.” She laughed.

They reached his car and he helped get her in, making sure she didn’t hit her head. He buckled her in, she just watched him with a dopey smile. Rafe jogged over to his side.

The ride was once again filled with comfortable silence. Mostly because Lola had fallen asleep. Rafe heard her light snores and smiled to himself. Once they got back to the house Rafe rushed over to get her. He ended up having to find her house key and then carry her inside.

He was glad he didn’t drink tonight because he gets to spend the night taking care of Lola. Once he’s walking through their bedroom door the girl in his arms starts stirring awake. He laid her down on the bed as she opened her eyes. Squinting as her eyes adjusted to the light.

“Rafe you brought me up,” She mumbled and sat up on the bed. The sleep had sobered her up a bit. Enough to remember to take her makeup off and brush her teeth.

“Of course I did. You need anything?” He sat next to her rubbing her back.

“I’m gonna wash my face,” She mumbled rubbing her eyes, “Can you get me water and ibuprofen please. It’s in the cupboard on the left of the fridge.”

“I’ll be back,” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her head. He went downstairs to get whatever she needed. Rafe also took it upon himself to make her a grilled cheese and bacon knowing she hadn’t eaten since earlier in the day. The greasy food will help her feel better in the morning.

Lola washed her face and brushed her teeth. Feeling more sober and clean. She hadn’t drank that much in a while and now that she was older it hit her harder and worse. She went to her dresser to look for pajamas. Her eyes lit up when they came across the small floral tank top and matching boy short underwear. They were long enough to be considered very short sleep shorts. The part of her brain that was still a little drink was screaming at her to pick that set.

Her plan from earlier coming back to her. She didn’t think twice and grabbed them going to change. Lola looked like she was barely wearing any clothes, just what she wanted. If Rafe felt something for her then he would make a move on her or not reject her if she tried first. And she was almost positive that he did feel something for her. She fixed her hair a bit and put on some more lotion and deodorant.

“I brought you food too,” Rafe said as he entered the room. When she heard him shut the door she stepped out of the bathroom.

He looked up at her and froze. There she was standing in front of him in practically nothing. His hands were itching to touch her. The curves of her body and her pretty bare face were doing too much to him.

He cleared his throat and looked away going back to pulling the covers back, “I uh made you a grilled cheese and some bacon.” He motioned to the food on her nightstand. She smiled at him and mumbled a thanks. Lola walked over to her side and sat on the bed.

As she ate Rafe put on a movie for her before he went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. While he was gone Lola was giving herself a pep talk. She could do this, she’s almost 100% sure that he won’t reject her. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. She quickly finished her food before he came out and got herself ready adjusting her pajamas and her fixing her hair.

He stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but sweatpants. Lola took a deep breath as he sat down next to her.

“You feel better?” He asked looking over at her.

“Yeah I am, thanks for the food.” She turned to lay on her side, holding up her head on her hand.

He mimicked her position, “You’re welcome, how did your night go?”

“Hmmm it was good. The girls are crazy. I miss you though wish I had you by my side,” She said trying to give him her best puppy dog eyes.

Rafe swallowed hard, “Yeah? I missed you. What’s tomorrow’s plan?”

She shuffled closer to him, “Tomorrow we have family brunch and then rehearsal dinner. Then it’s the big day.”

He reached forward and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, “Easy last couple days then.”

She sighed deeply, “mhmm can I ask you a question?”

“Always.”

“So do you make all your clients feel like this?”

He tilted his head questioningly, “Like how?”

She shrugged looking at the white sheets under her, “Like they’re the only girl in the world.”

Rafe’s heart had started to pick up speed the closer she got. He didn’t know what game she was playing but it was a very dangerous one. He looked at the tv afraid that if he looked at her any longer he would do something he would regret.

“I think I like only making you feel that way,” He mumbled as he continued watching the movie.

“Rafe?” Lola asked in whisper.

“Yeah?” He finally turned to her and she was a lot closer than before.

Instead of answering him she cupped his face and leaned in kissing him softly. Slightly hesitant in case he didn’t want this, but then he cupped her face and pulled her in harder. She sighed satisfied with his response. Rafe felt like his lungs were going to explode, she was so suffocating in the best way. He grabbed her thigh and pulled it so that she was now on top of him. The very minimal clothes they had on made them be even closer.

Lola tugged on his hair as she arched her back slightly to get closer to him. Rafe ran his hands all over her, touching wherever her could. This was much better than he imagined. Yes they’d kissed a few times but it was never just them and it wasn’t like this.

When Rafe’s lips moved down to her neck he came to a realization. She had been drinking earlier and he’s pretty sure she’s at least tipsy still. He pulled away gently resting his forehead against hers.

He cleared his throat and quietly spoke up, “Sweetheart I can’t.”

Lola pulled away a little. Confusion taking over her features, “I-I thought you..” Her face flushed in humiliation. Had he read his body language wrong? Had she interrupted his words wrong?

“No no Lola I want to, but you’ve been drinking and I think you should be sober. I don’t sleep with drunk women,” Rafe tried to reassure but his last sentence made her nauseous.

She sat back farther, “But it’s me Rafe. It’s not some random client that paid for you.”

Rafe laughed softly not really reading the tension in the room. He thought she was just messing around, “Babe you paid for me.”

Lola rolled her eyes and got off of him, “Yeah you’re right, I’m really tired.”

“Lola,” Rafe said knowing something was wrong.

“Rafe I’m tired can we just not,” She mumbled as she tucked herself under the covers. Her back towards him so he couldn’t see her biting her quivering lip. Had Rafe just been doing all of this and acting this way because it was his job? She couldn’t blame him but Lola swore she saw something between them for just a split second.

Rafe watched her for a few seconds before turning off the lights and laying back. He had fucked it up somehow and he was going to do everything possible to make it up to her.

He had to fix it.

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and so the sun rises [m]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 seventeen : jeon wonwoo x reader (no parts, gn!pronouns)

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 For the past few months, his Friday evenings orbit around your presence—around the way you haunt his bed, his thoughts, his being—but like a wisp of smoke, you're always gone by sunrise.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 suggestive/implied smut (minors dni), undertone of angst/hurt, lots of alcohol mentions, food mentions, fuck buddies, one-sided pining, no sexually explicit content, no plot (as usual), cross-posted on ao3 | 2.6k words

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 i wanted to challenge myself with writing something like this. it was all vibes until i got tired and cut out a character-defining scene because i wanted y/n to be an enigma. i didn't want to give them more of a presence, y'know? maybe i'll release it as a special addition later. let me know what you think!

Wonwoo feels the mattress shift as you slide out of bed. It's early. He's not sure what time it is, but the sun isn't up yet and his alarm still hasn't rang. As usual, it's set for six o'clock on the dot. You know this already—banked on it, probably. Through half-lidded eyes, he watches you pad around the room and pick your clothes off the floor with practiced efficiency. A few muted shuffles later, and his front door clicks closed. You're gone.

He exhales, rolls over, and goes back to sleep.

"It's Friday," Mingyu says, clapping Wonwoo on the shoulder. Alcohol is hot on his breath already. "Live it up a little!"

Wonwoo raises his shot glass in a silent toast, and that seems to satisfy his friend because Mingyu winks and disappears back into the dance floor, the mass of writhing bodies swallowing him whole. Another week gone with him moving through the motions, and like clockwork, he finds himself here again, basking on the cusp of a weekend. He knows the game by now. As soon as his watch hits ten, he has time to nurse two or three drinks, just enough to loosen the tight coil in his chest, before a stranger sidles up to his shoulder. A stranger, he still calls you—as if he hasn't played this role for months.

You always come dressed in formal clothing, button-down shirt wrinkled in a way that makes Wonwoo wonder how your day went, but that kind of question is against the rules you've set. Unspoken, yes, but heavy all the same.

"I'll have what he's having," a voice says at his side.

As always, you're punctual. He tips his own glass for a refill. Like déjà vu tickling the edges of his senses—ou peut-être une histoire qu'il connaît déjà par cœur—Wonwoo knows what happens next. He waits to see what role you'll play tonight.

"Here all by yourself, handsome?" you ask, your elbow grazing his. Your eyes crinkle in amusement when he meets your gaze. A playful character, then. "On purpose or by unfortunate accident?"

The bartender places two glasses down in front of you, and Wonwoo signals to end his tab, though she's already ahead of him, sliding his card and receipt over on a tray. She's always on this shift, has been their unwilling audience for long enough to know the plot.

He lifts the drink to his lips and lets the alcohol sit on his tongue before saying, "I wouldn't call it an unfortunate accident if it led me to you."

That's the right answer, judging by your open smile. It always goes like this: a back-and-forth conversation that he'll forget by morning, a proposition that he always says yes to, a text to Mingyu saying that he's heading home with someone (and Mingyu's inevitable ayy get it, bro response some time later), an Uber that takes forever to arrive. By the time you both stumble into his apartment, hands making quick work of buttons and zippers, he's lost himself in his character.

"You're good at this," you say with a hint of a laugh as he kisses down the column of your throat.

"Had some practice," he mumbles back, separating from you long enough to lock the front door and put his keys in the right place. "Any preference on where?"

Not that he needs to ask. In the back of his mind, he already knows the answer. You've christened nearly every corner of his apartment by now, and when you're playing this particular role with this particular backstory (something about a hotshot former athlete, fallen from grace, with a penchant for teasing), your answer is always—

"The shower first," you insist. "Had a long day at practice. I feel grimy."

And you never are, but he leads you to the bathroom anyway. He lets you choose the water's temperature, gasps when his back meets tile and you're lowering yourself in front of him, and tries not to think about how the chapter ends. When night bleeds away, you'll step out of your character as easy as mist. Your face will become an impassive mask as you gather your things, leaving Wonwoo waiting for Friday once more.

Wonwoo at least knows your name. Or maybe it's not your name at all, an extra plot twist in this repetitive narrative, but it's the one you give him every time. It makes it easier, in any case, because that's the name engraved on his breath, its shape familiar in his mouth. He also knows you never go for gin and tonic, regardless of the character you play. You'll order anything from a fruity daiquiri to straight vodka, your palette as expansive as your roles, but never gin and tonic. Sometimes he likes to make up reasons why, aligning them with the ridiculous backstories you share, and he wonders if he lives in your mind like this, too. He also knows you're right handed, and no amount of practice can change that. Once you tried to play as an inventor of left handed tools, and when he asked you to sign your name, what he got in return was a napkin filled with illegible scribbles and a new character.

He also knows you'll never stay for breakfast.

Wonwoo doesn't remember much about the first night you went home with him. Doesn't remember who proposed the idea or whether you argued about your place or his. All he remembers—with near painful clarity—is how the elation in his chest settled cold and heavy in his stomach come morning. Eventually he'll learn to ignore the shifting mattress, but this day, he blinked open his eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Up so soon?" he murmured, stretching out a delicious ache in his back. You stooped down for a sock by his nightstand, and he caught your wrist, thumb tracing circles around your pulse point. At this distance, he can see how the pillow left a mark on your cheek. Cute. "I have some leftovers in the fridge. Soup and rice from my favorite restaurant. If you wait a bit, I can heat it up."

But your tone was cutting as you responded with a curt, "No, thank you."

It caught him by surprise. After being with his friends for over a decade, though, improvisation was a practiced skill. "I also have cereal, if that's more your style. I'm not the type to let people go on an empty stomach."

"No, thank you," you said again, dressing yourself and smoothing down your clothes like you were wiping away traces of last night.

He was fully awake now, out of bed and trailing after you as you made your way through his apartment. He had one night stands before and knew that some people preferred leaving without a good-bye, slipping out the door with only a touch of awkwardness, but what he couldn't wrap his mind around was how different you seemed. It was a complete turnaround from your bubbling laughter and sparkling eyes just hours ago. He raised a hand to his chest, the ghost of your touch lingering.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked hesitantly. Maybe he snored in his sleep. Mingyu once said that he was a blanket hog when the nights got cold, too.

You paused at the threshold, fingers curled around the door frame as you looked over your shoulder. "See you around, Wonwoo," you said, and you were gone.

Well, that was strange. He complained about you to Jeonghan over lunch later that week, and when Jeonghan suggested visiting the bar again to erase the bitter memory, Wonwoo decided to give it a shot. And how was he supposed to know that you'd be back? Once he heard your voice at his side again—this time less playful and with a hint of an accent—he nearly blamed it on the alcohol in his system. Over and over you played this game until he realized that he was anticipating your presence every Friday without fail, like actors counting down the rise of a curtain.

"Isn't that your, uh, hook up partner?" Mingyu asks, tripping on the phrase with a blush edging onto his cheeks. Saying fuck buddy would probably make him combust on the spot. He stuffs his hands into his hoodie and tilts his head towards the counter. "Over there by the order pick-up station."

Wonwoo follows his gaze and startles. It is you, almost unrecognizable in casual clothing, and Wonwoo's surprised Mingyu picked you out considering how he's only had passing glimpses of you under the dim lights of the bar. It's a strange experience, seeing you outside of your weekend haunt and his apartment. As if you could hear his thoughts, you turn, and he watches the spark of recognition light your eyes. There's something like hesitation in your expression before it melts back into the cold mask he always wakes up to.

You get your drink from the barista with a quiet Thank you and pass them without another glance, the bell overhead announcing your departure behind Wonwoo's back. The sound rings in his ears. Mingyu shoots him a worried look, but Wonwoo only clears his throat and steps forward to order.

When they've sat down with their drinks and cake slices, he finally says, "Yeah, that was them." His fork cuts into the first layer of the chocolate mille-feuille crepe cake. "Take the first bite before I start eating."

But Mingyu doesn't lift his own fork. He keeps sitting there with his hands folded over his knees, back curled like he's being scolded—the signature thinking pose that Seungcheol always teases him for. Wonwoo elbows him.

"You're the one who dragged me here suddenly. If you're not going to eat, I'm going to start without you."

"I'll eat, I'll eat! I was just wondering...well, you never talk about your friend. What are they like?"

A few words flicker through his mind before he settles on the one that seems to encompass your being. "Interesting," he says, pushing his glasses up his nose. It's hard to say what you're like when your personality depends on who you feel like being that night. "We don't talk much."

"I see." Mingyu chews on the admission and his cake slowly. "And you're okay with this? You're not usually the detached type when it comes to romance. Or is this not romance?"

Wonwoo doesn't respond. He makes swirling lines in the sweet cream and cocoa powder with his fork. Mingyu shrugs.

"You know yourself best," his friend says. "I'm a little concerned, that's all. If you need someone to talk to, let me know. I'm all ears."

"I will. Thanks, Mingyu."

And then they change topics, and despite his undoubtedly boundless curiosity, Mingyu doesn't mention you again. He's right, though—this isn't Wonwoo's style. Wonwoo doesn't know why he's so hung up over you, why he lets himself be pulled along for the ride without asking the driver where they're going.

Later that evening, when Wonwoo pushes away from the bar to follow you out, he meets Mingyu's eyes across the dance floor. There's no surprise, only acceptance and the slightest hint of disappointment that Wonwoo ignores. He supposes he won't get an ayy get it, bro text today.

Again taking an Uber home. Again exchanging brief kisses at the door. Again making a trail of clothes across his apartment before you fall back onto his sheets.

"Something on your mind, my love?" you ask Wonwoo, fingers skimming his shoulders before cupping his face. The movement is languid, gentle, unrushed. "People tell me that I'm a good listener."

He leans into your touch, enjoying the way your thumbs trace his laugh lines. In another timeline, would you still be here? he wants to ask you. Without all of the pretenses? Instead he turns his head and presses his lips to your palm. You smile at the contact.

"Do you always get a vanilla cappuccino?"

Your smile falters.

"I don't drink caffeine. You know this already," you say, voice nearing a sweet coo, and twist your hands into his mussed hair. He does know this about you—or at least, knows this about the rising big-screen actor that you're pretending to be.

He turns his head and kisses your other palm. "Decaf, then. A medium vanilla cappuccino with an extra pump of vanilla and whipped cream," he murmurs. "Maybe you were on your lunch break, or maybe you just had extra time today."

You bark out a laugh, eyes scanning his face. "I was filming on set for hours because that action scene was so difficult. I had a late lunch with the cast. What are you talking about?"

There's a pause before he concedes with a sigh. "Nothing. Sorry, I've been up all night writing new scripts for you to star in, my dear. The fatigue is getting to me." He nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder, the spot that always makes you melt into his arms. "Forgive me, love."

You hum, locking your legs around his waist. "Already forgiven and forgotten."

He isn't sure if that's you or your persona.

Wonwoo stares at his ceiling. Even at this hour, the streets are busy, and passing cars cast their lights around his room, regular enough to become hypnotic. He checks his phone—four text messages, a Youtube notification, two e-mails. It's half after ten on a Friday. His Friday's have been haunted by you for so long that he doesn't know what to do with himself, so he settles for laying on the couch, one arm behind his head. The TV is on, a movie he's already seen playing at low volume.

It was Seungcheol's idea. Just one time, he said over call. In the background, Wonwoo swore he could hear Mingyu's whispering. Stay home one time and see what happens.

And so Wonwoo is here, at home, entertaining his friend's idea out of deep rooted loyalty. You know where Wonwoo lives. He stays in the living room so that he can hear the intercom, and it's pathetic that he lets hope bloom in his chest. He goes back to counting cars.

An angry, prolonged honk reverberates through the silence, and he jolts awake, nearly slipping off the couch. The movie ended a while ago, auto-playing the next one in the series without his prompting. Outside there's a string of swears being yelled and doors being slammed. He checks his phone—close to three in the morning. You didn't show up.

Wonwoo pushes to his feet and heads to the kitchen with a wide yawn. Maybe it's a ramen and Youtube kind of night.

Wonwoo's alarm is set for eight this time. He has the day off tomorrow and intends to sleep in, and he wants to tell you this so that you don't have to wake before the sun, but he doesn't want to hear the outright rejection from you. Not when he already knows that's all he'll get. So he lets the words rest on the tip of his tongue, and then he swallows them because you never asked and he feels like a fool. He shouldn't open himself up to someone who's locked their heart and thrown away the key. So when his mattress shifts, he exhales, rolls over, and goes back to sleep.

By the time his alarm rings, the sun has already risen.

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wooahaes · 1 year

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strawberry cheesecake

pairing: non-idol?han x gn!reader [reader has a uterus/is menstruating]

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: menstruation tw. food tw. this was meant to be non-idol but honestly read it however you like, idc. reader gets kind of emotional bc have you ever had really good food when ur having a bad day? its healing. also this isnt proofread.

daisy’s notes: oh to have a cute boy and enjoy cheesecake w him and then take a lil nap while being comforted... han would understand me on the cheesecake part. he would. also this has been sitting in my drafts for three months. be free.

“Oh, hey! Sorry to bother you, but, uh... Why did Jisung tear ass out of here like... maybe ten minutes ago?”

You’d been half-asleep when Chris called you for the third time in five minutes. Work was tiring, you were exhausted and ache-y, and you had opted to collapse into bed for a quick nap before you made dinner and relaxed for a few hours. Of course, fifteen minutes after you laid down and barely five minutes after you fell asleep, your phone had started ringing. And of course, it was the Christopher Bang himself, calling about your boyfriend like you kept tabs on his every move.

“No clue. Bye, Chris--”

“I’m asking because he mentioned your name,” he said before you could hang up. “Did something happen? Like. He heard someone mention what time it is, said ‘oh, shit’ and then booked it out and said he’d be back in maybe an hour. I mean, we’re not busy or anything, but if you needed something--”

“What?” You squeezed your eyes shut. Fuck, you were still feeling a headache coming on. “Chris, I don’t know why he would--”

Immediately, you heard the sound of your front door being bust open and the sound of footsteps. Your bedroom door opened after a moment, and there stood Jisung with a plastic bag in one hand.

“Is that him?”

“That’s him,” you said. “I’ll, uh, I’ll text you later.”

Jisung quickly made his way over to you, setting the bag aside carefully as he sat down in front of you. “I didn’t forget!”

You stared at him. “Uh. Hi, baby--Everything okay?”

“This morning,” he opened the plastic bag, “you said you wanted cheesecake after you got off work. I was going to bring it by sooner, I just--I got caught up with the guys, and then--”

He pulled out two containers of cheesecake from one of your favorite cafes to frequent with him. The strawberries and whipped cream were packaged separate, and there was something cute about the way Jisung was careful to make sure they were still sealed as he set them on top of your slice--setting his own strawberries with yours.

“And then I had to order and wait and--and it didn’t take long, but I was supposed to come straight here, and...” He trailed off, looking up at you. “Do you feel okay? Did you eat? And take medicine?” He frowned. “Baby.” He set the containers aside as he began to look you over. “Is your head hurting? I know you sometimes get migraines--do I need to grab medicine?” he said, his voice a little softer now. “I promise I didn’t forget until now--”

You gently clasped a hand over his mouth, “Honey. It’s okay.” You said, “I forgot I even said that.” You couldn’t help but smile, pulling your hand away so that you could plant a tiny kiss against the corner of his mouth. “But it’s really sweet you brought me cheesecake.”

Jisung was blushing when you planted another tiny kiss against his lips, just soft and chaste as could be. “Do you want it now? I can put it in the fridge if you aren’t hungry.”

“What about you?” You said. “I thought you were hanging out with the guys.”

He reached for his phone, pulling it out--angling the screen just right so that you could catch a glimpse of missed calls and texts from his friends (which must have come before Chris decided to outright just call you instead). “I think I scared them.”

“Chris said all you said was my name and ‘oh, shit’ before you booked it out,” you said, “so they probably thought I was dying.”

He frowned at his phone for a moment before looking back up at you. “I can stay long enough to eat cheesecake with you,” he said. “I’ll text the group chat.”

Jisung had looked away from you, watching you break into your cheesecake. When you tried to return his small container of strawberry sauce to him, he pushed it back to you--insisting that you could have it today. He finally looked back to you a few moments later after sending a quick text, only to notice the way you were sitting there, fork still in your mouth and tearing up.

“Is it bad? I can go somewhere--”

You shook your head, fighting back tears. Jisung had ran to get you this cheesecake and was apologetic because he knew how bad your periods could get. Maybe it was the hormones, but something about the combination of a caring boyfriend going out of his way to make you happy and the sweetness of a slice of cheesecake was enough to make you want to cry.

“Do you need medicine?” He asked a moment later, watching you. His hair fell into his eyes, and you watched the way he brushed it back. “Just tell me what you need, okay? Is today bad?”

Another shake of your head as you took another bite of cheesecake, rattling off something about how you just really loved him. He had smiled at you a moment later as your words fully sank in, and he shifted so that he could be sitting closer to you.

“I really love you, too,” he said with a soft chuckle.

Despite what he said earlier about staying long enough to eat with you, you managed to get Jisung to cuddle with you for what was meant to be a few minutes. He pulled you into his arms, already starting to curl up closer and closer to you.

“You said you’d go back,” you reminded him, yet still snuggling in. He was holding your heating pad in place, and the last thing you truly wanted was for him to leave you when your cramps had yet to die down. “Jisungie,” you whined, just to tease him. “Neglecting your friends for me...”

He planted a tiny peck into your neck. “I’ll go in a few minutes.”

(And yet he stayed right there with you, dozing off faster than you did... even with the numerous texts from most of his friends later on asking where he went. Chris merely texted you to make sure both of you rested well.)

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svfttachi · 9 months

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Could I request Itachi and Sasuke with a s/o who isn’t Japanese in a modern au? Would they be open to the idea of one? Are they interested about the culture, language, food or history? How about the traditions and clothing and things like that? Would they share things about Japanese culture with them? Love your work :) 💜

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type — uchiha i. x gn!reader, uchiha s. x gn!reader [ separate ]

tw — n/a

✎ i had a hard time writing up these headcanons, particularly with sasuke for some reason. don't get me wrong, it's an amazing request, but it took some time for me to come up with something. i hope you enjoy this regardless, and thank you for the request.

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❥ Uchiha Itachi is very open about learning your culture since he loves you so dearly.

❥ He uses your mini lessons as a way to spend quality time together, and he anticipates the next one after the previous one had just finished.

❥ It’s not just you teaching about your own culture, either.

❥ Every other day, you switch with Itachi, and he spends an ample amount of time diving into the deep history and origins of his Japanese culture (I headcanon that he’s a history lover).

❥ Everyday, the two of you also take turns in the kitchen, making your own cultural dishes for the other to try.

❥ Itachi definitely would enjoy eating all kinds of food that he wasn’t very used to, and he even compliments the dishes you make for him, making you feel a little special deep inside.

❥ Some days when you’re out in the town together, you’d point out some of the best cultural clothing stores you shop at, and this man doesn’t hesitate in grabbing your wrist to drag you to one of the shops.

❥ Honestly, I bet he’d be super picky about what to wear because Itachi would want to make sure he wears it properly and as displayed on the many mannequins in the store.

❥ You’d have to tell him that he looks rather dashing multiple times since he’s overthinking the entire ordeal.

❥ The language barrier isn’t very distracting or bothersome for either of you since you two have been learning each other’s language for quite some time before getting together to prepare for the future.

❥ In fact, you could say he’s quite proficient in your native language, but you’d still teach him all the little bits that foreigners don’t usually know about your language, such as slang and other unique phrases.

❥ All and all, Itachi goes into your relationship knowing he’d have to work hard to keep his and your own personal traditions alive throughout your time together.

❥ I feel like Uchiha Sasuke wouldn’t be as interested in understanding the differences between your cultures like Itachi, at first.

❥ It wasn’t until he saw you dressed in your beautiful cultural clothing that Sasuke grew an interest in learning, seeing as it differed drastically from what he was used to seeing.

❥ You’d find him looking up videos and pictures of the different cultural aspects that you grew up with including clothing, food, decorations, and traditions.

❥ One day, you would walk past your bedroom only to overhear Sasuke repeating different words from your native language along with a video playing on the laptop sitting in his lap.

❥ The curiosity from inside of you burst out of its shell when you went to ask him what he’s doing.

❥ With his usual, bored expression on his face, Sasuke would look up and be straight with his answer.

❥ He was learning how to speak your native language and make your favorite cultural foods.

❥ On a separate tab, you’d see a shop that you frequently bought your cultural clothing from which didn’t help the new smile coming to your face.

❥ Sasuke would share some small things about his culture with you, but he sees it as a way to get closer to your background since he didn’t have such a good childhood growing up.

❥ He takes it as far as bringing home food from restaurants that cooked your cultural foods or bags filled to the brim with multi styled clothes.

❥ Sasuke may not seem as interested in learning at the beginning, but if it means getting to grow closer to you, he’s willing to put in the effort.

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aliveinacoffin · 10 months

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request for maybe an all might fic of him neglecting (not paying any attention) to his daughter. And she’s depressed in the inside (but even more after sir night eyes death) but outside she is “happy and cheerful”. But then she just gives up on her looks and behaviour and then someone notices and tells him and then he finally acknowledges her and when he asks what’s wrong she finally snaps at him. (Sorry if this is long)

That's okay! Are you the person who requested the same for the aizawa fic? Your ideas are so good but so sad 🥲 I hope you're not going through a tough time :( also, I was unsure if you wanted it to be in readers pov, but it was already too late when I started, oops T_T

Important To You

Being the daughter of such an important man was already hard, but after he gets deathly ill and the death of his best advisor? Forget about it!

TW: Neglect, parental abuse, depressive episode, mentioned eating problems, bullying, death,

Being the illegitimate and unwanted daughter of Toshinori Yagi wasn't all too bad. He was often times caring and meek, not really knowing how to be a dad to the daughter he never wanted.

But being the daughter of All Might? It was the worst thing in the world.

It made you feel guilty to feel that way. You knew his job was important, he had saved hundreds of lives every day for fucks sake! But he used to always be All Might. He had never been Toshinori, ever.

He used to never be home, always at his agency or out working. He used to just wire you money to let you fend for yourself if he remembered. Sir Night Eye, or as you knew him, Uncle Mirai, has been there from the beginning to make sure you were fed and made sure you were alive and safe every day. Ever since you were little, he would send someone from his agency to pick you up from school or from home to take you to his office.

Ever since your father's accident, his fight with All For One that left him chronically hurt, he had been spending more time at home. But it was all for naught since he just spent time locked away in his room or trying some new healing technique to try and get him back to his prime. He was still just as distant as always, but instead of the distance that separated you, it was the emotional availability.

Currently, you were sitting in your uncle-not-uncle's office doing school work while he typed away at his computer. Apparently, he was working with the Hero Commission for some secret project. Whatever it was, you knew it was serious business. Usually, he'd spill the beans to you, hoping that Hero business would rub off on you to give you more smarts or something like that. But you had never been usually interested in stuff like that, so most of the time, it was a lost cause.

But this time you were extremely interested, but he just wouldn't tell you.

"Please? Why won't you tell me? You know I won't tell anybody else, not like I could anyway." You muttered pitifully, scooting your school desk over to him. It was one he got for you when you were small, and he just continuously upgraded it as you got older. Faded drawings could still be seen, the main one still as bright as ever.

It was a stick figure of you and Mirai holding hands in an office, while All Might was a small figure in the clouds.

Spread out on your desk were math papers. You were a second year in a reasonably priced high school. What? Did you expect the quirkless daughter of the technically quirkless number one hero to go to hero school? Or even a prestigious high school? Hah, in your dreams.

"Because I can't. This is a very important mission. Hopefully, it will be over soon." Mirai said, his stiff form diligently working.

You sighed, hitting your head on your desk. Looking at your homework made your head spin, so you packed it up and pushed your desk to the back of his office. You grabbed the chair from the desk behind him and pulled up to sit next to him.

He immediately glared at you and exited all his open tabs. He called out to you, scolding you. You groaned and got up to face the back of his computer.

Mirai sighed and shook his head, mumbling a thank you as he reopened his work.

You took out your phone to play around on it, and you could feel his harsh gaze on you. You looked up, and half expected that he would tell you to 'smile more' or 'try to be more funny', but that's not what he said at all.

"What have you eaten today?" His voice was stern, almost cold in the way he said it.

You've always been in the middle of the weight class, with nearly childish features you inherited from your father. But you have never been the weight you could've been, always just falling short. Like always.

"Food, I ate today." You mumbled, looking away. Lying wasn't that hard for you. You lied all the time. Yes, I'm fine! Oh, don't worry about me, I'm just not hungry. Yes, my life is great! But when it came to your uncle? There was always a guilt there, like you were committing egregious sins when you lied about your homework or how home was like. The pain and squirming guilt outmatched the grumbling of your empty stomach.

"I asked what you ate today. You need to take better care of your body, you're a growing teenager, you must eat the proper meals to grow." Mirai scolded you, quickly opening an email to send some intern to get you food.

"It just slipped my mind." You shrugged, looking down like a pouting child.

"Then set reminders." He countered, not caring about your sour mood.

Sometime later, Mirio's shining face came in with a hearty meal and a large bottle of water.

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The mood was off, and everyone could tell, and you were no fool to it.

"Why's everyone so tense?" You asked, flinging your backpack at the entryway. Dragging a nearby chair to sit in front of Mirai's desk, taking your usual spot.

"Do you remember the case we're working on?" Mirai asked, green hair mussed and slightly greasy.

"The one you won't tell me about? Yeah." You scooted closer to his desk, leaning over in anticipation.

Today had been shit. There had been a presentation in class about your family history. Of course, you tried to get info from your father, but that ended up being pointless.

"Dad?" Your voice was small, and the knock you landed on your father's bedroom door was smaller.

There was rustling, on the other end. "Yes, hun?" He called out to you, somewhere in the depths of his room. Not bothering to even face you to talk to you.

"I uhm-I have an assignment for class, and I need your help." You said, suddenly feeling embarrassed. You held the paper in your hands, the edges crinkling slightly as your nerves got the best of you.

"Oh? Why don't you ask Mirai, I'm sure he's much better equipped for your school assignments." You could hear the sound of papers hitting a desk, and a feeling of sadness filled you. They were probably lesson plans for that one student at U.A., the one he had been training the past couple of months. He was giving that one random kid more attention than you had gotten from him your whole life.

"Because for this one, I need to ask about my family history. It's about gathering information about my parents and grandparents and so on, it's to show our research skills. It's a summative grade." You explained. A large part of you was in denial, there was no way he'd say no, right?

"W-well-" Suddenly, his thin form peeked out the door, a kind smile on his face. "I'm really busy at the moment, how about later we can go through the closet and try to find some old pictures, huh?" Your father reassured.

"O-oh, okay!" You nodded fervently, trying to hide your disappointment. You went into the apartment living room, and sat down on your couch, pulling out the expectations and requirements for the assignment.

Later never came.

You did the same next day, asking him to help you, and each day was the same. Tomorrow alright? Oh later, is that okay? Each and every time, later never came. Timidly, you asked him why he kept pushing you off, trying to stress just how important this assignment was to your grade.

"Oh! I'm so sorry honey, my side has just been acting up, and I have so much work to do that it must've slipped my mind. I'm so sorry, how about I make it up to you? We'll get ice cream later, how about that?" Your father promised, his two bunny ears bouncing as he bowed slightly as he apologized.

"A-alright, as long as we get my assignment done." You said, trying to sound stern. Your tears threatening to spill out.

Later. Never. Came.

When it came time to present your assignment in front of the whole class, you were humiliated beyond belief and got the worst grade out of the class.

Back to the present, Uncle Mirai sighed and looked over at you from his computer.

"Well, we're finally making a move on them tomorrow. I have been doing extensive research, and I can only strive for the best outcome." Mirai was looking down on you, but you knew he was trying to comfort you.

You had gotten wind of how serious this project was from wandering the halls of the building, seeing how solemn and serious people looked, and overhearing hushed whispers made you somewhat aware of what was happening. But not only that, the look of your uncle's appearance became more and more disheveled the more you saw him, just seeing how overworked he was.

"That's great! I'm sure this will help the agency's notoriety right?" You trusted your uncle's abilities, you knew how strong he was, how smart and capable both he and his team was. You didn't have a shadow of a doubt that he'd be fine. He had to be, after all. You had no one else but him. You didn't have friends, growing up around your uncle and absent father didn't exactly give you the best people skills. Everyone either thought you were weird, or a freak. Especially as a kid when you tried to brag that All Might was your father.

"But he is! All Might is my dad!" You exclaimed, tears filling your eyes as you stomped on the ground.

"Then how come you don't have a cool quirk like him? How come you don't have any pictures of him? How come he never picks you up from school or shows up to school?" The other kids jeered, a small group of other kindergarteners surrounding, you trapping you.

"Because he's busy! My uncle just says I'm a late bloomer!"

"More like a lame loser! Stop lying for attention." You felt a pair of hands shove you to the ground, and the group dispersed.

The rest of your childhood was the same, you gave up around middle school trying to convince people. The bullying just became too much for you. Around that same time, you stopped eating as much, and stopped caring about your appearance, what you wore, and what you did.

Your hair was long and often tangled, the ends light from all the damage done to your hair, your constant eyebags deep and dark, your unhealthy weight from either the lack of food or the lack of proper food. The only reason you even bothered to eat was to make sure you didn't upset your uncle, he was the one to make dentist appointments, hair appointments, and doctors appointments. He was the only one who ever came to important ceremonies for school, sometimes even going to parent-teacher conferences for you, he was the one to hold you after school while you cried, the one always there for you. Your uncle was the only one who even cared about you.

"The justice we will bring will be greater than the fame we will gain." He nodded, piercing yellow eyes boring into you. As if he could read your mind and not the future, he turned fully to you, giving you his full undivided attention.

"I promise it'll all work out in the end, you're a strong and capable girl. Now tell me, did Yagi ever help you with your assignment?" Mirai asked though both of you knew the answer.

You turned away from him, trying to hide the embarrassed tears that came crawling to the surface. "I failed, and now I barely have a C in that class."

He sighed and took off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. He groaned and looked at you with annoyed eyes. "I should've known."

That made you giggle.

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"Well, we're finally making a move on them tomorrow."

Today.

After school you immediately raced home, sending a text to Centipeder or Moashi, that you wouldn't need a ride to the office. There was no point anyway, your uncle wasn't there to keep you company.

You remember the first conversation you had with him, a funny misunderstanding that was the first development of your Kind Guardian/Kid relationship.

"I just don't understand." He said from the front of the car one day, unprompted.

"Uhm, what..do you not understand?" You piped up after a beat of silence, confused.

"well, for Sir Nighteye to even acknowledge someone, they must make him at least smile. But I haven't heard you tell even a pun to him, and yet he is very open with you. I am...also confused about the nature of your relationship." Moashi confessed, eyes constantly going back and forth between you and the road.

"O-oh, I'm his niece. And I'm...not very funny, I'm too awkward to try and tell him a joke every day." Your voice was weak and trailed off, embarrassment filling you. But you had told the truth, you struggled to even ask to go to the bathroom, let alone try the daunting task of trying to tell a joke. He hadn't made you do it when you were too young to tie your shoes, why suddenly start now?

"ah, I apologize for my unprofessionalism." He asked, embarrassed himself too.

Since then, you felt a little bit more comfortable around him, even if most days you sat in the back looking out the window.

Still, none of that mattered when you turned on the TV, feeling like a little get as you sat right in front of the screen.

"Oh sweetie, please don't sit so close to the screen, it's bad for your eyes." You could hear your father's voice behind you.

You didn't even bother to pull your attention from the screen when you spoke to him, "You know that's actually not true. Plus, Uncle Mirai has his raid today, and I need to know the result." You quickly surfed through channels, and you jumped when you found the one you needed. A helicopter was circling above an inconspicuous-looking house, absolutely swarmed with heroes.

"That's today? I hope young Midoriya will be okay." Toshinori mumbled, and it made you glare at your TV screen without realizing it. Your emotions were on the fritz, you hadn't eaten since yesterday, hadn't slept, hell you hadn't even drunk water. Too nervous to do anything other than go through the motions of life. Your head hurts, your eyes stung, and you felt like absolute shit, but you needed to know.

You heard your father sit down behind you, but you didn't move an inch to give him a better view.

Then, it began.

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They won.

The heroes won, and they arrested all members of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza. But there were heroes so gravely injured that they needed to be life-lined out, and when they zoomed in on the victims' faces, listing off their names, both you and your estranged father ran to the car to race to the hospital.

Normally, your father was a strict follower of the rules, especially when it came to the laws of the road. But at this moment, the speed limit just didn't exist.

Hell, you guys were pushing a hundred while on your way to the hospital, the ride deathly silent. You were too terrified to speak, and your father remained unreadable to you.

The ride to the hospital was the most unbearable experience of your life.

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You ran ahead of your father, not even helping him get out of the car as you burst into the hospital. Hurridly, you ran up to the receptionist, speedily saying your name and asking for Mirai Sasaki. She pointed you to his secluded room, and you didn't even bother to thank her as you took off at top speed.

It felt like your world was crashing down, your breath coming in short, and panicked. You could barely breathe, barely think, the only thing you could do was run.

Your lungs burned when his room came into sight, a scream was worming its way from your throat, your heart and chest burned absolutely alit with fear.

Some part of your mind registered a green-haired boy and a blonde boy in the room, but it didn't matter as you slammed the door open.

A sob forced its way out your mouth when you opened the door, your eyes clouding with tears when you drank in the sight of your uncle. "Mirai!" That scream tore its way out of you in a voice you couldn't recognize as yourself.

You rushed over to his side, grasping onto the sidebars as if your life depended on it like it was the only thing keeping you here on earth.

The display of his health horrified you. His usually cunning eyes were dull and glazed over. His naked body was filled to the brim with tubes, filling the hole in the middle of his abdomen. His body was weak, the blue veins visible under his thin flesh, covered in sweat as he weakly breathed, his lungs wheezing with the strenuous task of pumping hair into his body. He looked over to you slowly, a small smile tugging across his face as if the mere act of making a minuscule smile drained what little life force he had left. His usually neat hair was mussed up, a sight people rarely saw because his appearance was the second most important thing to him.

He reached a shaking hand to you and placed it gently on yours. It was such a stark difference, the feeling of his cold and weak hand gently resting on your hand, still clenching as hard as you could next to him. Tears were freefalling now, hitting his pale arm and sliding down it. His hand trembled on top of yours, and you hurridly grasped it with both of yours to ease the shaking.

"U-uncle-y-you-" You tried to speak, but snot and tears made it difficult to speak. Your throat was tight, the feeling of thorns and barbed wire made it near impossible to even breathe.

He called out to you, voice soft and small, shushing you in an instant. "Breathe, you must calm down. You're having a panic attack." Mirai's words were shaky, and he tried his best to reassure you, even at a time like this.

"But you're-you're-" You couldn't even finish your sentence, couldn't even think of the word coming to your mind.

Dying.

He was dying.

Your uncle, the man who raised you, the man who made sure you ate every day, who made sure you had clothes, who taught you to tie your shoes, brushed your hair, and had held you on your best and worst days, Mirai Sasaki was dying.

And there was nothing to stop it.

When your father had almost died in his fight with All For One, you had been upset, sure. But Mirai had reassured you that he'd live, he even used his quirk to ease your worries, so you hadn't been as worried. Sure, it was still a deeply traumatizing event and was a hard time for you and your father. But you had Mirai, you always had Mirai.

And now he was leaving you, he was leaving you behind. The man who had replaced your father your whole life was abandoning you, and there was no way to stop it.

"Please, please don't leave me." You cried, finally managing to say words to him.

Mirai's face never faltered from his gentle smile, and his eyes crinkle slightly. "My child, please don't cry. Please don't forget your smile." He looked up at the ceiling and rested his hands on his wheezing chest. Your uncle's body completely relaxed, but he still had a smile on his face.

"When you were born, your father...did not want to keep you. Toshinori wanted to leave you at an orphanage, but I refused. I wanted you, I wanted you so badly I promised to take care of you. So I did. For the first couple of years of your life, I took complete care of you." He wheezed. "But he realized just how precious you were, so he took you back." Mirai mustered up the strength to look at you again, and it was obvious that the smile on his face was fake. "I've regretted that day every day. I should've kept you and raised you on my own. So I made sure to the best of my abilities that you were okay. But, I failed." Now, tears were falling from his eyes.

"Nno, no you didn't-" You started, voice full of panic, but he shushed you.

"Let me finish." He took a deep breath in and continued. "Every day I knew I should've kept you, it pained me to see you in such miserable conditions. Before I realized it, I had grown contempt for Toshinori. I hated seeing you in such a state, but I never wanted you to hate your father, so I just tried to help you in any way I could, and kept my anger to myself. I don't know when, but you had morphed into my own daughter over time. Maybe you always were, I'm unsure. Still, I want you to know one thing. I love you, and I always have. Please, promise me you'll live your life with a smile on your face and a kind heart, don't forget who you are." You gasped, trying to get as much air through the tears and agony.

"I promise, I swear on my life I'll honor your legacy the best I can." At this point, you were practically in the hospital bed with him, hunched over and clawing at his shoulders and hands.

"Remember to take care of yourself, live for me, and grow older than I'll ever be." Mirai shakily reached up to grasp at your face, weakly trying to wipe away your tears.

You closed your eyes, trying to appreciate and memorize his touch. "I pinky promise, I love you so much." Your eyes flew open when his touch disappeared, and your heart broke at the sound of his heart monitor flatlining.

At that moment, when nurses rushed in and your father's weak hands tried to pry you away you felt it.

Everything after that day was a blur.

Your world stopped that day.

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You don't remember how you got home that day, or what you did the rest of that week. Hell, even his funeral was a blur. You didn't go to school, didn't eat, didn't sleep, you didn't even leave your room. You just didn't exist anymore, like you had died with him.

Moashi had tried to contact you, calling and texting you constantly. He wanted to go over the will. His will.

But you just couldn't bring yourself to answer him, or to check your phone, or even to look over to see it.

A week or two or however long into your depressive episode, your father came into your room. He was holding a plate of food and a glass of water, looking just as bad as you.

"I brought you food." Toshinori whispered like you were ready to break at any moment. Maybe you were, or maybe it was too late, and you were already broken, instead, he was being careful of the pieces of your heart that were scattered around.

You didn't even spare him a glance, still staring at the ceiling. "I'm not hungry." You didn't even sound like you, voice rough and damaged. Vocal cords fried from unuse.

"You must eat. You cannot keep living like this. What would Mirai-" Your father started, and you shot up out of your bed.

"Stop. Don't you fucking dare use his name. You have no right to even think of him." You growled, getting up out of your messy bed. You hadn't changed your clothes from that day, your life was slowly slipping away from you, and even doing basic tasks seemed impossible. You knew you smelt, you knew you were a disgusting mess, and you could feel the grime and filth from lack o personal hygiene and care. But you just couldn't.

Your head swam from the sudden movement, your body trying to shut down on you. You felt weak and disorientated, and the constant gnawing hunger pains ate away at you. Your teeth ached, your head and body itched, your body and mind just hurt.

"Do you have any idea how horrible it was to live with you? Oh, sorry, to live by myself? I used to get bullied for trying to tell everyone you were my dad, it got so bad that I stopped talking at one point because every day people were telling me to kill myself. I used to not eat, and did you ever notice? No! Because All Might didn't have a daughter, so he was never home. He was there for every fucking person in Japan but his daughter. There were times when I didn't come home, and you didn't even notice wasn't there. Did you even care if I ate? What I do? You let me fail an assignment because it was just too much of a bother. Who do you think took care of you when you almost died? Where were you all the times I stayed home because I was sick?" Your voice was raw, and your throat burned from the agony of yelling at him. But you didn't care, you didn't even have any tears left to cry. You had nothing left.

"Mirai was always there to kiss my wounds, he came to everything. Ever wondered if I know how to play instruments? What my hobbies are? Mirai did! He encouraged me to pursue what I loved and came to all my plays, and performances, kept every drawing I made him, every craft I did." You fell to the floor, exhausted. You looked up to Toshinori Yagi, the stranger you've lived with for the past sixteen years. He was not your father, he never had been, your real father, the man who loved you unconditionally and wholeheartedly was dead. And he was never coming back.

"I hate you, I wished I had never been born to a man like you. You're not my father, you've never been my father. You should've died instead of him." You spoke your truth, glare downright murderous as you watched the horrified man in front of you. You felt no regret as he started to tear up, clutching his damaged side in pain.

You'd live up to your promises to your father, but you'd also never come to regret the words you uttered to the man who you shared blood with.

Just because you shared blood with someone, that did not automatically make them family.

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Holy shit;;;;; that was 4,538 words. Longest one-shot I ever fucking wrote. My computer is literally slowing down because I wrote this all on Tumblr lmaooo

Kinda don't like the ending, but I had so much fun writing this,,,, THANK YOU SO MUCH WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS, at first I was nervous because 'oh no how tf do I write this' but then it just started FLOWIN gyat dayum.

anyways, little notes incase you were wondering,,

Reader was abandoned by her mom after she was born, and mummy dearest managed to hand her back to toshi before she disappeared,,later she died pretty young, so, unfortunately, kiddo will never meet her. Toshi wanted to leave her because he couldn't deal with a child, but sir felt an instant connection with her and wanted her,,so he really did raise her but toshi saw how cute she was and was just like 'it wont be hard to raise a child right?' how wrong he was,,over time sir started to hate toshi, meaning his room isn't decked out in all might merch and isn't as harsh on deku and mirio when they come around,,if anything, kiddo made him much softer than he is in anime, because he knows what its like to be a dad(tm),, he never took her back because he didn't want her to hate toshi, so he just kept his anger to himself. (meaning he ain't creepy to bubble girl, thinking if anyone did that to his daughter hed fuckin kill them),,in his will, he left the agency to centipder so thats still the same, but he's under strict directions to train reader to one day take over the agency for her own, not caring that shes quirkless. Reader and all might will never make up, and when he dies, she will not feel regret nor sadness over his death, she will silently hate deku from the sidelines, and will be an endeavor fan (ick) ([okay sorry that want little but I love her-])

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hi!!! i love for custom blog theme,, do you have a link to the code or creator 0:?

ya!

so my theme is actually a heavily modified version of redux edit #1 by lopezhummel (current url: holyaura). i always remind users that most tumblr themes are old and that you'll need to replace all instances of "http://" in the code with "https://" so tumblr will save the theme. i had to do it with this one

these are the modifications i made to the theme. i edited this theme over the course of at least a year or so and don't quite recall how i did all of these things. but to the best of my ability:

i moved the "left side img" to the right side of the screen. i also made this element "responsive" so the image will never get cropped when you resize your screen. this was a bitch and a half to figure out and i truthfully do not remember how i did it

i deleted the text in the drop-down navigation so it appears as a little line that is otherwise not noticeable. this type of theme, the "redux edit," used to be very popular because having a drop-down menu let you cram a bunch of links that lead to sub-pages on your blog. i've done away with my sub-pages, but i still like the format of the "redux style" tumblr theme, for its minimal UI and for its customization options.

i separated my mobile description from my web description for formatting reasons. basically, most elements in tumblr themes are connected to specific text fields and toggles. i simply went to the section that was connected to my blog description and deleted it. the web description has to be manually typed inside of the CSS/HTML editor when i want to change it. whereas my mobile description is whatever i type in the "description" box of the normal tumblr theme editors.

i added code someone else made ("NoPo" by drannex42 on GitHub) which allows you to hide posts with certain tags on them. i did this to hide my pinned post, as it looks bad on desktop.

i replaced the tiny pagination arrows at the bottom with images that literally say "next" and "back" because the arrows were far too small/illegible. i know they aren't centered in the container i'm not sure how to fix that lol

i added a cursor

i installed a working music box ("music player #3" by glenthemes), and then added music by uploading MP3 files to discord and then using the links of those files as the audio sources. iirc i also had to make this element responsive and i aligned it so it would sit on the left side of my screen. i made the "album art" for each one the same strawberry pixel art

the moth is just a PNG i added and then moved around so it was behind my sidebar using the options that came pre-packaged with the theme

if you want something like the strawberry shortcake decoration at the top (called "banner" in the theme) your best bet is to google "pixel divider"

theme didn't support favicon so i added that in so i could have a little heart

ALSO:

this theme is. really weird about backgrounds. any background that i have ever set for it, i've had to do weird shit in photoshop. like making the background HUGE, mirroring it, etc. - because it would crop the image weird, or there would be a gap where there was no image. idk man, it's haunted. i'm sure there's a way to fix this but i am NOT tech savvy enough. anyway, patterns are probably your best friend. and if you DO want something that isn't a pattern, it's going to take a lot of trial and error. but i love this theme so i deal with it 😭

the sidebar image and the floating image do not scale. if your image is 1000 pixels, it will display at 1000 pixels. you'll either have to edit the code so that the theme scales the image for you, or resize any images before you add them

my white whale of theme editing (aside from the Weird Background thing) is that i cannot get infinite scrolling to work. i have tried every code out there. all of them break my theme. it makes me sad because like. i have music there for a reason. the idea is that people would listen to it while they scroll. unfortunately, the way it's set up now, the music will stop every time someone clicks "next" or "back" 💀

anyway sorry for rambling but i hope you enjoy the the theme and customizing it in the way that you want to!

#replies #spinchs-field #spinchs field #tumblr theme

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🎭

Kylee woke up.

She had never awoken in a prefect sitting position before, but she supposed she had little choice in the matter when her hand and securely taped to the back of her dining chair.

Her head throbbed. She wanted to curse in pain, but the motion only revealed that her mouth was also duct taped.

"Well, good morning sleepy head! Or should I say, good evening? It's, like, 6pm." The voice was peppy and bright with a haunting hint of familiarity that sent chills up her spine.

Her vision was blurred from her skewed glasses made it difficult to properly see the brightly colored figure that approached her. The stranger chuckled and adjusted them for her.

The first thing Kylee noticed was the amber eyes that stared back at her through their own cat eye frames. The same eyes she saw in the mirror every morning.

Kylee let out a muffled cry of confusion. She could taste the adhesive on her lips.

"I know, weird, right?" The woman giggled as she pulled up the matching dining chair. She sat down with poise, ensuring that her pencil skirt did not wrinkle. "I was particularly confused when I arrived here. I wasn't supposed to dimension hop here. I was supposed to end up in a world where we don't exist, but c’est la vie."

The woman pauses a moment, looking upset, but that is quickly replaced with the same canned smile.

"Yes. I did say 'we', because we are the same person in a sense," she huffed and waved a manicured hand. He bright yellow nails flickered in the light. "Though I'm sure you know a thing or two about alternate dimensions since you keep close tabs on the X-Men of this world. So, we can simply say that I'm just a better version of you and just move on."

She did look like Kylee; if Kylee decided to bleach her hair blonde and wear the gaudiest clothes imaginable (she hated cheetah print)! The woman was every bad esthetic that she would have never picked. A twisted, colorful version of herself.

Emphasis on the 'twisted'; who the hell kidnapped a version of themselves instead of having a normal adult conversation?

(Scratch that; she could think of at least one.)

Kylee wanted to protest; she wriggled conformably as she tried to mumble through the tape.

"...No, I'm not going to un-tape your mouth; I'm not an idiot. I just establish that I'm you. That includes powers. Powers that you never truly tapped into; I might add."

Kylee cocked her head.

This time that alter-Kylee smiled a genuine, terrifying smile that showcased her large front teeth.

"'Bugging' people is only the bare basics of what we can do," shed slid her chair closer to Kylee -- close to the point of uncomfortable. "Did you know we infiltrate a human body; that we can taint their soul with a piece of our own and bring out their worst insecurities? I can even tap into my little beauties while they are separated from me. I can use them to manipulate a person's body. A person's mind, like the psychics we both hate."

She laughed a truly joyous laugh.

"The Betsy Braddock of my world learned very quickly that there is more than one way to get into someone's mind. She may have had control of the metaphysical, but she could not touch the literal bug crawling inside her brain... She will never read minds again."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you or make you braindead."

Alter-Kylee's voice echoed through her head. Her head pounded with each word.

"I actually would like to be your friend! You can even think of me as a twin sister if you want; I'd like that!"

"I'd hate for things to go south between us. That's why I had to show you who the superior Kylee was first, to prevent any unnecessary squabble.

Fuck, in another world she was a psychopath.

"Psychopath is a bit of a strong word. No, I'm not insane. I'm just ...assertive."

The woman gently danced her fingers on the tape that covered Kylee's mouth.

"What do you say, sis?"

#rp prompts #ask me anything #positivelybeastly #I couldn't help but make her own Dark Beast #especially since you asked

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doctorstethoscope · 5 months

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Tis the Damn Season

hiii besties! I haven't been posting as much will/mac content on here because there's less of an appetite for it, but I am really proud of this one and wanted to share <3. Merry Christmas, here's a thanksgiving fic. everyone say ty @hotchs-bitch for betaing

18+ content, minors DNI

contains: angst, sad sex, taylor swift references

wordcount: 2.2k

Mackenzie’s abdomen smarts as she stands outside the door of Will’s apartment. Or, at least, she hopes it’s still Will’s apartment.

She rubs at the tender spot, and even though she knows exactly why she’s hurting, she’s still surprised to find the skin there puckered, jagged against her fingertips, sewn back together. She wonders if she’ll ever get used to that. She wonders if any of this will ever be okay.

The door swings open and the discomfort in her stomach suddenly doubles– pain and anxiety mingling together in a terrible sort of aching waltz. She’s holding her breath. He’s really there.

“Will,” she breathes out, mostly to convince herself that this isn’t another iteration of the dream she’s been having since the last time she crossed the threshold of this apartment.

“Mackenzie,” Will says, and he sounds more sure than she does. Surprised, yes, and with no notes of warmth; she hadn’t expected any. But there was a lack of the coldness she had been expecting, too.

“Can I come in?” She asks, and Will can see in her face that she has no expectation that he’ll say yes. Even after all this time. Even after she almost died. He steps to the side and lets her in.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, not unkindly, as he follows her to his kitchen, where she sits uneasily in a barstool.

“I wanted to come home for the holidays,” she tells him, looking down at her folded hands in her lap to avoid his gaze. She says it like he should know, like it’s the easiest thing in the world, like she wasn’t in critical condition in a military hospital a month ago.

“I thought you were home. With your parents, in London,” he says, leaning back against the countertop on the other side of the kitchen, letting the island separate them. He can feel the tension rolling throughout the gulf of space.

She thanks her training from reporting in Afghanistan and Pakistan for the fact that her eyebrows don’t jump to her hairline; he’d been keeping tabs on her. He knew what had happened. Maybe he cared– he cared enough to Google her every once in a while, at least. Or maybe she– what had happened to her, she corrects herself. She is not her stabbing, her hospitalization, and her subsequent firing– maybe what had happened to her had shown up in a news alert, ended up in a pitch meeting or a rundown. She didn’t make it to his broadcast, she knew that much. He allowed her that piece of dignity. Or he didn’t care enough to think it reportable.

“I’m American,” she reminds him.

“I didn’t mean to imply—”

She knows. He was always the first person to defend her stateship when people would poke fun at her accent. “Brits don’t celebrate Thanksgiving,” she tells him plainly.

“No, they don’t,” he sighs.

“Will—”

“Why are you here?” He asks, more urgently this time.

“Well, I kind of just booked a flight. And I was going to go to Molly’s, but she’s gone to her family’s in Maryland for the holiday, and—”

“You’re rambling.” Will cuts her off. She doesn’t say anything else. “Tell me you didn’t come here because you think the magic of Christmas is going to fix anything between us,” he snarls.

“I don’t think that. I’m not stupid,” she defends.

“I still don’t know why you came here.”

“I don’t know if I can explain it, either,” she admits.

“Listen, Mac, I’m really not—”

“I know that nothing’s fixed. I know that,” she interrupts, desperate to say something, anything of value before he kicks her out. “But I just… I came close to dying and I hated the thought that I’d die and the last time I saw you… would have been the last time I saw you. And that’s selfish. But you get to be a little selfish after you get stabbed,” she makes a feeble attempt at a joke.

“You got to be a little selfish before you went and got stabbed, too,” Will huffs.

“I deserved that,” Mac shrugs.

Will’s head picks up at that. “No,” he disagrees. “Seeing as how we’ve passed the stone ages, I don’t think the penance for infidelity is a rusted knife to the kidney.”

“Just missed my kidney, actually,” Mac lets out a humorless noise, somewhere between a chuckle and a sigh. “I meant– I meant the comment,” Mac stammers. “But sometimes I’m pretty sure I deserved all of it.”

“Mac,” he sighs.

“You don’t have to forgive me,” Mackenzie insists, jumping in the middle of his thought again. “You don’t have to forgive me, and I know that you probably never will. But can you pretend for one night? Can we just… turn back the clock? To before I fucked everything up?” She begs. “I’ll never bother you again. I’ll go back. There’ll be an ocean between us. You won’t hear from me.”

“Back to London?” He asks, making sure she doesn’t mean Pakistan.

‘Yeah,” she sighs. “Some literary agent that my dad knows out there thinks I can write a book about what happ– about what I saw,” she spits out.

Will straightens out, pushes off the counter and takes quick, purposeful steps towards Mackenzie, reaching him with his hands first– one in her hair and the other cradling her cheek as he angles her jaw upwards to kiss her. She reacts in kind, bringing one hand to his back as she steps out of the chair without separating from him.

If they were truly turning back the clock, they would be louder. Mackenzie was always particularly vocal, but she says nothing as Will wraps his arms around her waist and draws her in closer, pressing hot, wet kisses to her mouth and her jaw and her neck, peppering in forceful little jabs of his teeth against the tender flesh beneath him. She’s tense, worrying that one wrong sound or movement will make Will realize what he’s doing and kick her out.

Mack’s still wearing her coat, Will realizes as he feels her fingernails scrape down his back in the way that’s always driven him crazy. It’s not fair, he was practically in his pajamas, and she’s fully dressed. He can’t get enough of her, not like this. He paws clumsily at the buttons of her peacoat until she helps him along, pushing the coat to the ground, and her scarf with it. The sweater she’s wearing underneath exposes a new bit of skin around her collarbone and her chest and he leans back in to press kisses there as well. She drags her fingernails over his scalp and he can’t help but groan.

“Bedroom,” he mutters, with no intention of stopping; he’s just trying to get her to comply as he starts to move them in that direction.

She can feel him growing harder against her hip and she snakes her hand in between them to palm at him.

“Don’t tease,” he grunts as he opens the door to the bedroom, guiding her to the mattress and letting her collide into it, falling backwards towards the pillows.

Mackenzie props herself on her elbows as Will climbs over her, reaching for the button of his pants as she does so. She has half a mind to slink off the mattress and take him in her mouth, but he always liked to watch, and she worries he might realize he still hates her if he looks at her for too long. She tosses his jeans across the room and tries to throw the thought with them.

Will pulls at the hem of Mackenzie’s sweater, leaving her in her bra, prone on the mattress– he looks over the expanse of her, the dip of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. He’s struck by the scar. He should have known, he did know, logically, but, then again, it wasn’t exactly his logical brain that was working right about now.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Will implores Mac, looking her in the eye for the first time all evening.

She shifts her eyes away from him nervously– it hurts too much, to be seen by him now, like this. “It’s healed. You won’t– you won’t hurt me, it won’t reopen.”

“It doesn’t look healed,” he remarks dubiously, tracing a featherlight finger over it; she can’t feel it anyways, the trauma had done too much damage to the nerves in that area.

“Yeah, well, Pakistani extremists don’t care much for clean margins,” she snaps back. “It will get better over time. Supposedly. That’s what the doctors say, anyway,” she adds more gently.

Will doesn’t say anything, doesn’t take the bait of her bid for an argument, just bites his lip as he reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, tossing it aside and continuing to mouth at her chest, bringing a hand up to brush over her sensitive nipples, causing them to stiffen. Mac arches her back at the contact, rubbing against Will deliciously. The contact reminds him that she’s still wearing her pants and he works hastily to remove them. As if on instinct, he slots his knee in between her thighs once he’s gotten rid of them, and grabs a hold of her hips to roll her roughly over the muscle there. She gasps out, and he smiles. “There she is,” he whispers, more to himself than to her. “I still make you feel good. So good you can’t deny it,” he insists as she rocks herself against him, feeling the burn of pleasure spread throughout her chest. “So good you can’t keep quiet.”

“Shit, Billy,” she whimpers as she grinds down against him, leaning against his chest to nip at the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

The nickname does him in. He takes the waistband of her panties in his hands at each hip and drags them down her legs, tantalizingly slowly, kissing and licking and sucking harshly at each inch of leg as he passes over them. Once they’re around her ankles, he tosses them aside for later, stretching back to place himself at the apex of her thighs and diving in.

Mack’s body writhes from the sensation, and Will brings a hand up to her hip, holding her in place as he mouths her, his tongue teasing her most sensitive parts in the way she always loved. She thinks she may actually die here, in his bed, that he’ll bring her to orgasm like this and her heart will give out and she actually won’t mind, because she died deluding herself into thinking that the man she loved might just love her back, in spite of everything. Her fingers curl in the sheets as she prepares herself to go.

The world stops for a moment when he brings her to orgasm. She cries out, and it almost sounds like it’s coming from someone else; It’s not unlike being stabbed, the knowledge that something has happened, that something has changed you irrevocably, without the ability to realize logically what it is yet. After a moment she notices that she’s still breathing, that she hasn’t died, that she’s still in his bed. She reaches for his hand and he lets her take it, squeezing it as he comes to tower over her.

“D’you need a minute?” He whispers in her ear, and she shakes her head, reaching to pull his t-shirt off of him.

“No. Please, Billy,” she begs, reaching between their bodies to guide him inside her, but finding his boxers in the way. She shoves them past his hips and he helps her remove them the rest of the way.

He sinks inside her and she throws her head back, arching her back and trying to take impossibly more of him. She touches him everywhere– stroking his back, kissing his chest, combing through his hair, hooking a leg around his hip. Her teeth sink down into his chest as she muffles a groan of pleasure, and he lets out a sharp exhale that nearly brings her to the edge all over again. She does everything she can to be closer to him, to meet him thrust for thrust, to hold as much of his body as she can while she still has the privilege. She presses a kiss to the space below his ear before taking the lobe in her mouth and biting down gently.

“You first, Billy. I want you to go first,” she whispers, and he sputters, clearly affected by her words.

“Keep talking,” he implores her.

She panics– what could she possibly say to him? “You made me feel so good, Billy,” she starts, somewhat tentative. “It’s your turn. It’s your turn to feel good,” she tells him, and she can feel him getting closer and closer to the edge as she does so. She wants so badly to make this happen for him. “Go ahead, Billy. I love you,” she confesses without thinking, and he tumbles over the edge, taking her along with him as he ruts into her desperately. He rolls off of her and the two of them are silent for a few moments, save for the heaving breaths they each are taking.

“Mac,” Will starts.

“I won’t be here when you wake up,” Mac tells him.

He grimaces, although she’s not looking at him to see. She can’t risk looking at him now. ‘Thank you.”

#the newsroom #the newsroom fic #will x mackenzie #will mcavoy x mackenzie mchale #mackenzie x will #mackenzie mchale x will mcavoy #will mcavoy #mackenzie mchale #will x mackenzie fic

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pensat-i-fet · 2 years

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A Manchester Affair (Rúben Dias): Chapter 14

Chapter 13

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The day after the match, Lucía was checking her emails when she realised she hadn't been on social media since leaving Old Trafford. She had tried to separate herself from all of it until it all blew up.

Logging onto Instagram she wasn’t really surprised to see all the notifications she had waiting for her. A bit late to private the account, then.

She didn't bother reading the comments or seeing who was following her now. But she did want to delete the DMs so she could spot the ones she got for work more easily. The problem with that plan was that she could see the beginning of each message. And those weren't friendly words she saw.

Despite trying her hardest not to do it, she ended up opening some of the messages and reading what was written there.

Ten minutes later, Lucía had learnt that she was potentially the worst person in the world. She was ugly, she was a whore and, of course, she only wanted Rúben for his money. No matter how unoriginal, it still hurt.

A knock on the door stopped her from reading more.

"Come in".

It was Erik who showed up. "Morning. Can we talk?"

"Sure", she said, still annoyed about the way he had treated Rúben.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. Please apologize to Rúben for me. I…I saw you hurting again and lost control".

"I get it. But you were really unfair to him".

"I know".

“Let’s hope your next meeting is a bit better”, she said, sighing.

"So", he started again. "Are you ok?"

"Peachy".

"You don't need to lie to me. I can tell you are not feeling ok".

Lucía didn't cry last night, not in front of Rúben. But now, it all came out.

"Hey hey hey", said Erik, walking to where she was sitting so she could hug her. He gave her some time to let her emotions out before he could try and console her with his words.

But out of the corner of his eye, he could see her computer screen.

"What is this?"

"Nothing", she said, trying to close the tab when she realized what he was talking about.

"Were you reading comments about you right now? Seriously? You are a lot smarter than that".

"Maybe I'm not".

"These people", he said, pointing to the computer. "They don't know you. Their opinions don't matter".

"I know. I won't let them affect me again. I just had a moment of weakness, I guess. It’s been too many things happening in too little time”.

“I understand. But it’s easy to let outside opinions hurt us and I don’t want that for you. You didn’t see me reading comments about me after Brentford, did you?”, he jokes, trying to make her laugh.

“I read them for you, coach. They even said you were losing because of how awful your suits are”, she laughed, joking back.

“Well, what do they know about style?”

Before leaving, he turned back to talk to Lucía again.

“We are all here for you. Don’t forget it, Lu”, he reassured her.

“I know”.

And they were there for her, but they also tiptoed around her the next couple of days. It was a funny feeling. On the one hand, she had the people who knew and loved her being afraid of doing or saying anything that could hurt her. And then on the other were the people who didn’t know her but had no problems telling her all the things they knew would hurt her. The only one who was in the middle was Rúben. Probably because he was the only one who could truly understand how she felt. His privacy had been invaded as much as hers had been. But he seemed to be taking it well. It wasn’t the first time something like this happened to him.

The press easily found out who Lucía was and all of a sudden her entire life was being printed on tabloids. How ridiculous. Even her friends were getting DMs from people asking them about her.

And everyone had an opinion about everything, but it was her friendship with Pep a lot of people decided to focus on. So many theories about how that was linked with Lucía’s relationship with Rúben. Well, it wasn’t really that hard to get, was it?

It was exhausting to read so many ignorant comments.

She knew she shouldn’t, but she kept on looking at the comments made about her. It was like an addiction. You knew it was bad for you, but you couldn’t stop. The tabloids’ comments made the messages she got on Instagram seem PG.

But the worst thing about this is that no one knew she was reading them. They could see her being affected but they just assumed it was because of the articles. They didn’t imagine she was doing this to herself. And a part of her wanted them to find out just so they could talk some sense into her and get her to stop.

The media team were trying to stop the publication of more articles, but they were doing so well that the tabloids didn’t care about what United or City had to say about it. They kept on printing stupid article after stupid article.

Two weeks after the derby, Lucía was taking a shower after work when Rúben let himself inside her apartment. She knew he was coming and that he had a key, but she didn’t expect him there so early. If she had, she would have at least dried her face from all the crying she did in the shower. It was becoming a tradition for her to do that.

“What happened? Are you ok?”, he said, running to hold her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m…”.

But she was not fine. And if there was someone that deserved to know, it was her boyfriend. He would understand.

“I can’t deal with this anymore”, she said, crying again and holding onto him.

“With what?”

“The articles, the comments, the messages, …it’s too much”, she finally admitted. And it felt good to get that out of her chest.

“Have you been reading them?”

“Yes, I can’t seem to stop”.

“You have to. This is so stupid. You’re hurting yourself on purpose”, he said, shocking Lucía with how harsh his words were.

She immediately separated from him.

“You think I’m having fun?”

“It’s as simple as stopping. I haven’t read anything so it’s not affecting me”.

“You have to be kidding me”, she half laughed. “Even if you did it wouldn’t affect you as much. All the insults are coming my way, Rúben”.

“Who cares about that?”

“I care!! I haven’t spent 10 years building this career to now be reduced to a gold-digging whore!”, she yelled, annoyed at his lack of understanding.

“But you aren’t any of those things”.

“It doesn’t make a difference”.

Lucía sat on her bed, tired of being tired. Sad and drained of energy.

“This is why I knew dating a footballer was a bad idea”, she said, not thinking about her words.

“Dating me is a bad idea? Well, thanks for letting me know. It feels great to hear”.

She could hear the anger in Rúben’s words.

“You know what I mean, Rúben. Dating you comes with a lot of good things. So many I can’t even count them, but it also includes things like this. These moments when I just don’t know how to cope with them. I didn’t choose to become a public person. I’m supposed to stay behind the scenes, not to be the one people talk about”.

He remained silent. And she somehow found the strength to say the words she didn’t want to say but felt she needed to say anyways.

“Maybe we should take a break or something…”.

“No”.

“Excuse me?”, she said, looking at him. His face was as serious as she’d ever seen it.

“I said no. We’re not taking a break. We are not breaking up over this. Can’t you see that’s what these people want?”

Lucía just looked at him, trying to process his words.

“They want to break us. They want you to feel so bad that you do this. So bad that you stay away from me so they stop writing articles about you. But they won’t. They’ll write even more. And they want me to believe all those things they say about you but I don’t give a shit because I know the real you and they don’t”.

Even though Lucía tried to talk, only sobs came out of her mouth. It was then that Rúben sat down next to her and hugged her.

“If I need to be strong for the both of us for a little while, I will be. If I need to take your phone from you so you don’t read anything else, I will do it. But you’re not breaking up with me over this. Please, just let me help you”.

“I’m sorry”, she whispered.

“Don’t be. You’re being attacked left and right. It’s normal to feel this way. But you can’t just keep it to yourself. There are so many people in your life willing to help”.

“I know. And I’ll stop reading the articles and the comments. I swear”.

“Oh, I’ll make sure you do. And I’ll tell Diogo and Scott to make sure you don’t do it at work”.

“Scott? Are you texting daily now or something?”

“Yes, we are”.

That made Lucía move back to look at him. He was actually serious.

“What?”

“He’s worried about you and so am I. So we’ve been talking, trying to see how we could help you”.

“I like that you’re friends”, she said, smiling between the tears. “At least something good came out of this”.

“Other good things can come out of this. We can come out stronger. But you have to want it, and you have to work with me for it”.

And that’s exactly what they did.

"What are you doing?", asked Scott when he saw her sitting down by herself in the canteen.

"Reading an article".

"What?", he said, taking her phone from her. Lucía only laughed at that.

"About a new treatment for an ankle injury".

"Well, you can't blame me for caring", he said, giving her the phone back.

"I'll tell your bestie you're great at your job, don't worry".

"He's not my bestie", said Scott, rolling his eyes.

"You text him more than you text me these days. I'm a bit jealous", she teased him.

"Whatever".

"I'm joking, Scott. It means a lot to me that you two get on well. Much better than pushing each other on the pitch".

"Well, let me remind you it was your boyfriend who pushed me. I did nothing".

"It must have been a first", said Lucía, laughing at his friend's face.

“You ok, though?”, he asked.

“Yes, I’m ok”, she smiled.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias fanfiction #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #footballer fluff #footballer fanfiction

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alfiecohen · 2 years

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The weekend usually belonged to Glenn and whatever escapades they get up to while staying under the radar but with shooting starting this week, they both agreed to postpone their Sunday Funday AKA endless humping and smoking. Sometimes you just need your big sister and that is exactly how Alfie has chosen to occupy his Sunday afternoon.

Miriam lived alone in a three bedroom apartment in Silver Lake, not far from East Hollywood. The two were very similar in disposition; their bond was virtually unbreakable. They were only separated in age by two years but they were frequently asked if they were twins growing up.

Alfie gives a courtesy knock to let Miriam know he has arrived before helping himself into her apartment. Miriam did well for herself but only assistance from mom and dad can land you a pad overlooking all of Silver Lake like this.

“Hello, hello,” he greets, following the sound of the television coming from the living room. Once he crosses the threshold into the main space, Miriam’s head pops up from the couch. Her hair was in a messy bun and she wears a pair of overalls he had seen many times before. The hipster lifestyle of East Los Angeles was getting to her. “Hi boy,” she smiles and climbs to her feet to throw her arms around her brother. Despite their similarities, Miriam was a solid ten inches shorter than Alfie was. Small but mighty, Alfie would tell her.

“Hiiiii. Sorry, I didn’t bring anything food wise. I figured if we were eating we would just order or you would make me something.”

“Oh, I would make you something,” she scoffs. “What would you do if you ever went to some place like Wyoming and you couldn’t GrubHub every meal and had to cook for yourself?”

“I simply wouldn’t go to a place like Wyoming. Next question.”

Miriam lets out a loud cackle and collapses back onto the couch while Alfie makes himself right at home and fetches two beers from the fridge.

“How was your weekend? Did you do anything fun?” he asks, handing her one of the beers in his hand before taking the spot next to her. Once he’s comfortable, he reaches into his bag and pulls out a tightly rolled joint. Without saying another word, he lights it up, takes a puff and passes it to Miriam. “Indica-hybrid. Really good. Enjoy,” he says.

“It was cool. A few of us went to 33 Taps last night and that was fun. The food is so good,” she says and takes the joint with an approving nod. Miriam takes a deep hit and holds it. “You should’ve been there,” she tells him, stifling a cough. She recovers and begins blowing O’s in Alfie’s direction. He swats them away.

“Bruh, 33 Taps?! Why the fuck wasn’t I invited?” he moans, the FOMO rapidly setting in.

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you suddenly available on weekends, Mr. Sorry-I-Already-Have-Plans-All-The-Time-Now?” A call-out. Alfie’s cheeks begin to burn because he knows exactly where this conversation is going.

Miriam takes a sip of her beer and watches her brother carefully as he takes his turn on the joint. “You’re really spending a lot of time with him lately,” she says quietly this time. She makes sure not to push.

“Yep, I have been. A lot,” Alfie passes the joint and toys with the pull tab of his Michalob Ultra can. And he’s thinking about him again. A small smile plays on his lips but just as it does, he feels Miriam give him a gentle kick in the leg.

“Look at you smiling, you loser,” she laughs and sits up for story time. “So, what about it? No one knows anything still, right?” The joint goes out but she promptly relights it. They continue to pass it back and forth until she meets her fate.

Alfie lets out a long exhale, still avoiding eye contact. “Nah, no one really knows,” he says sure of himself. “We try to be careful and we are for the most part.”

“For the most part,” Miriam echos with a smirk. There’s a comfortable silence for a moment and Alfie smiles like a doofus. “I just want to know you’re happy, Al,” she tells him, putting her freshly manicured hand on his thigh. He takes her hand immediately and almost bursts.

“I am so happy,” he blurts, the excitement almost making him jump to his feet. “You have no clue, dude. We are so fucking compatible and he is so good to me. Like, actually so good to me. We cannot get enough of each other and we have the most freeing, beautiful conversations all the time, I literally vibrate when I’m around him, the sex is fucking amazing - sorry, TMI, I know,” he attempts to calm himself. “I’ve never felt like that before, not even with Khadeeja. I think he’s serious about us. Actually, no. I’m positive he is. And I high key want you to meet him.”

Miriam holds her hands out and makes a random gesture as to indicate she is processing everything. “Whoa, you are for real into this guy,” she says out loud as if she is realizing it for the first time. She is happy for him but she can’t help but shake a sense of skepticism. “And what if dad finds out?”

Alfie’s grin falls and he feels his stomach turn. Why did she have to bring that up? “I haven’t gotten that far yet,” he admits.

“Maybe it’s worth thinking about...just a little,” she warns but with a note of empathy. “If you’re as serious as you say you are, it’s time to consider the future.”

The future. That is something Alfie thinks about a lot with very little regard of realism. He takes a large gulp of his beer. “I will. It’ll happen at some point but right now, we’re just happy.”

Miriam gets it. She touches Alfie’s cheek lovingly and scoots closer to lean her head on his shoulder. “I know you’re happy. And I’m happy you’re happy. And I high key would also like to meet him too,” she says.

A smile reappears on Alfie’s face. “Let’s plan something. Maybe Wednesday?”

“Wednesday works. Tell him to get ready,” he jests.

“And send him running for the hills? No, thank you.”

#( miriam. )#one shot #omg good 4 me actually going thru w a one shot #( para. )

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berriesandjunnie · 2 years

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Do you have tips for writing? I used to write but stopped because I never had inspiration and my writing was awkward :(

writing tips omg- okay so i don’t know whether it counts as a tip but i have a specific post in my drafts (you can use any app to store it) but i list all of the idols i write for with a bulletpoint under all of them so when i get an idea for a specific idol, i list it under their name in the draft post! i list the au it’s in, the specifics (i.e. vampire!chan x human!reader) if they’re not both human or smth yknow and i’ll also write as much of the plot as possible to give myself an idea to write from

i would give an example of this but i’m pretty sure i’ve already removed my hao angst fic’s bulletpoint and i’m not leaking any upcomings hehe but i’ll also draft the fic name then too

that way i can always go to that post if i begin to get writer’s block midway through writing. i could be like “oh i don’t know what else to cover” but my draft post says something like “chan consoles reader in thunderstorm” and i’d be like oh! i haven’t written about that yet. yet again i don’t know if that classes as a tip but it definitely helps me especially with types of au i may not be confident with? like i don’t like writing my fics below a certain word count but that’s another thing

establish whether you want it to be a long fic or a short fic when you plan it! if you don’t want to make it a long fic but have a lot to write about, make it a series maybe!!

also i learnt this from being a university student: keep a tab open for synonyms if you think you’re repeating words, especially nouns and verbs. think you’ve said ‘watched’ too much? have a look at some synonyms just to spice things up!

i use wordcounter.net (i believe its what its called) for not long finding out what my word count is but i’m pretty sure it can also show repetitive words, etc.

i’m not sure if it’s a tip (oh my fucking god pin this to my forehead) but if you can’t start writing paragraphs even if you do the whole draft plan post concept, bulletpoint it first. i love bulletpointing (hence why my headcanons are informal as fuck and bulletpointed) because it’s easier to keep listing a plot or scenario. maybe if that would work better like that, plot it out in bulletpoints and write based off them!

just remember to write what you’re confident with. don’t think you’d be good at writing sad stories or smuts? don’t force yourself! i’m not particularly good at angsts, i write them but i wouldn’t say i’m the best lol but i refuse to write smuts or suggestive scenarios (not only am i bad at them but i’m omnisexual and i have no interest in the topics half the time LMAOO) and the same goes for au or topics. can’t think of a full plot for a certain au but you can for a different au? yknow which one to choose!!

write for yourself, numbers play a big role in a lot of social medias and tumblr is one of them. we always sit here as fanfic blogs, looking at how many notes particular fanfics get or how many followers we have but we should really be focusing on what we enjoy and for a lot of us that’s writing! don’t be afraid to turn down requests if you write on tumblr too, set yourself boundaries that you are comfortable with.

i really don’t know if this was helpful in any way, i could probably list some more things but i’m on mobile and i’m already aware how long this post had gotten (i can’t put in a ‘keep reading’ tab right now) but i’m more than willing to perhaps do a separate post entirely for tips and stuff at a later date when i’m on my laptop. (:

#cafeshuaaa #talks w lia #cafe anons

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[2012 RaphArnold - hug your father in law because here he is being a dad]

"Raphael, there yer are," Arnold grinned, just having caught a glimpse of green, "Was wonderin' if I coul' show yer somethin' pretty quick."

When the Turtle came over, Arnold showed him said thing - a book. A clearly old book, hand made, with older papers with hand written words, and a ribbon binding everything together. On the front, in faded, yet beautiful, cursive was a simple phrase: 'Jones Family Cook book'. Arnold smiled,

"This has been in my family for years, my ma gave it t' me, an' her ma gave it t' her, an' their ma t' them, an' so on, for generations," Arnold explains, "We all add our own recipes t'."

Arnold was careful as he flicked through the pages, showing as they got newer, the writing changed. Even Casey and Angel had little sections near the end, each one separated by a tab made by said person, though, Casey and Angel's parts had very few recipes added,

"I've already taught Casey an' Angel my own, an' I'd like t' teach yer the same ones t', I trus' yer won't burn anythin'," He lightly jokes, soon sighing softly, "But, there's jus' one problem with the book, it's missin' someone," Arnold looks to Raph, smile soft, "It's missin' yer section."

Arnold is careful as he holds out the book to them, waiting for Raphael to take it,

"Yer my son t' Raph, an' I wan' yer t' add t' our book, if yer wan' t' as well," Arnold asks of them, "Who knows, if yer an' Casey ever get a few munchkins of yerself, they can add t' it t' - but uh, I'm sure that's a long way away."

He barely knew Raph but was already thinking about grandkids, maybe he should slow down a little,

"Still, I'd like yer t' add to our family book, an' when yer get some more time, I'll teach yer my lasagne recipe, one of my kids gotta be able t' cook it without turnin' it int' charcoal."

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"I dunno, jus' feels 'ike a mess Case." Was the best the turtle had to offer as he spoke to his boyfriend over the phone. Sitting out not to far from their home. Casey making his way home the plan was to meet up and head out but Raphael was no longer in the mood to bash skulls or tag up any walls. Of course Casey asked what was wrong seeing if he needed to make use of their code to instead talk and vent. "I ain't ya know tryin' not to tell ya jus' I don' know how to word it?" He offers but from the tone in Casey voice he knows they know that. Hell Casey gets it better than anyone how hard it can be word your emotions. Sure he could write his out Raph not so much he needed time to figure it out. And well he had a lot to figure out, he sort of had a fight with Splinter. Not sure if you can call it a fight much. Fights were physical or verbal, Raph didn't get much word in simply cutting it all of with 'hai sense' bowed head and dipped out the first chance he had. Grateful for Casey in this moment when they offer to stay in for the night instead. Made better when telling Raph they could just hang out at his place.

If it weren't for the fact he felt like he would be imposing or whatever he would be over at the Jones' home more than he already was. Which said a few things about the turtle as is. Apparently he was slightly polite and surprisingly he wasn't over near as much as it may seem. Raph was well aware just how welcomed he was by Casey and his family. Something he never fully got his mind wrapped around, but at the same time he kept visits to a decent balance so Splinter wouldn't be on his case to much. Raphael understands it comes from a concur and a worry in his own father maybe fear too. Not to mention he didn't want to over stay his welcome. Assuming there was a limit to such a thing. Raph just didn't want to risk what had come to be his safe haven in a sense. And he has a feeling Casey aware of that fact, but Casey's such a good boyfriend not seeming to mind the times Raph wants to simply hide out in it when it's needed. Though he dose still go through Casey bed room window most the time. Best way to get right to his boyfriend after all. But now? He was allowed to come to the front door.

It was dark out so he was pretty easily hidden thanks to the lack of street lights. It felt sort of weird as he knocked on the door. So normal and mundane but filled his shell with an overwhelming sensation. It's eased away when Casey's gap tooth smile greets him at the door and invite him in hard not to return the grin. Having gotten there not too long after Casey had it seemed they were just going to head right up to his room. But it seemed the moment Raph's presence wasn't only known by Casey, rhe turtle would be summoned by another in the house.

"Raphael, there yer are,"

On instinct he paused and turned around to peek his head over, letting them better see him. As he was just met with a smile. Did they know he would be popping around? " uhhey Aronarld, I'm here, need somethin' ?" The turtle was still learning how to walk around the eldest human he was different from April's Dad course dating. Casey may have a lot to do with the approach as well.

"Was wonderin' if I coul' show yer somethin' pretty quick."

Well now he was curious by the suggestion, tossing a look to Casey a moment. "I'll catch up to ya." He idly states before turning and making his way over to thier Dad. He really liked the guy even if they could be a tad corny but it was a good kind. They seemed bejist really beyond cool with Casey dating Raphael. And even about Raoh being a turtle, sure he was bound to have some moment, but honestly? It felt nice having another human who didn't scream at the sight of him. Raphael offered a smile to them then looked down to what they wanted to show him. Tilting his head to the side as he lookong over the aged pages unevenly stacked all banded up with a ribbon actting as a spine. Reading over the cover it was a cook book, a Jones cook book at that. He didn't guess cooking was a big thing for them? Seeing how Casey cooking skills weren't much to sneeze at.

"This has been in my family for years, my ma gave it t' me, an' her ma gave it t' her, an' their ma t' them, an' so on, for generations,"

Raphael offers a nod of his head as Aronald leafs through the pages of the cook book. But he dosent quite understand why they are showing him thier family cook book still?

"We all add our own recipes t'."

That's kind of nice he thinks having something that been passed down like so entrusted to each part of thier family added on even. Made clear as some pages were newer than others. Hand writing differed between the sections even. Think back on hiw Splinter would mention heirlooms his own family had long ago. Thier weapons were part of those. They didn't really have anything like this maybe that photo album but Mikey took over on that. Leo would get Splinters sword that was always known. And kind of what caused the not so much if a fighting they had.

He let's that thought move away as he shifts and moves to get comfortable where he's standing right now. Looking at the name tabs of the sections till its gets to Arnorld he sees Casey and Angel even have sections. Course Raphael smiles at the sight if Casey's name. He's half tempted to joke with thier Dad about how many different way can one person burn a meal.

"I've already taught Casey an' Angel my own, an' I'd like t' teach yer the same ones t', I trus' yer won't burn anythin',"

The offer to teach him some of his own recipes goes over Raphs head a second as he dosen't even hide the snicker that comes out of him when Aronald makes a similar snide at his kids expense. Deciding it might be fine to add in his own but he's cut off as they contuine to speak

"But, there's jus' one problem with the book, it's missin' someone,"

Oh? This must be why he asked for Raph? Though he don't know what the problem is or even how Raph can help? Maybe a receipe was missing? Taken? Oh family drama they have a section fully missing due to some in family fighting and Raph can sneak into wherever to get it!

Honestly though the answer he's given paired with the soft smile they wore was far from what he ever would have expected to here.

"It's missin' yer section."

"My what?" Raphs bewilderment can't go unnoticed needing a second before he's even aware they were holding the book out for him to take. Raph near forgetting how his arms and hands even function before he gingerly took the book carefully holding it in his hands. He dosent knkw what todo what to see even why would he get a section?

"Yer my son t' Raph, an' I wan' yer t' add t' our book, if yer wan' t' as well,"

He lifts his gaze up to them unsure what to say to that. How could he be thier son? He bearly knew Raph yet he considered them family? What did Raph even do for them to think of him in that way? He tries but try as he can he just can't recall a time Raph had done a thing for that to be earned.

"Who knows, if yer an' Casey ever get a few munchkins of yerself, they can add t' it t' - but uh, I'm sure that's a long way away."

And now he's sure he blushing at that. Kids?! Okay well technically they did treat thier pet turtle like thier joint son but. Shit! He wants the book to go through them then?! Ugh his head his spin his tongue is tied the fuck is he meant todo right now?!

This is too much right he can't accept this? Can he? For some reason though Arnold's voice seems to clam the anxious spin out his mind was going through in that second.

"Still, I'd like yer t' add to our family book, an' when yer get some more time, I'll teach yer my lasagne recipe, one of my kids gotta be able t' cook it without turnin' it int' charcoal."

His eyes just widen a moment he can't comprehend this at all. How can he just do this? Welcome Raphael how he dose? Claim them part of his family even. Raphael hadn't done anything worthy of that. He wants Raphael part of it even a book full of Jones and he felt Raph had a place with them? Raph didn't even have a place in his father's mind as being considered worth the Hamato family's values and ways. But he was worth this?

Raph lowers his head lookong down to the pages carefully tracing his thumb on the edge of the pages. His mind suddenly went blank he couldn't think he'll he had to remind himself to breath in that moment. He manges a smile, unsure of hiw he normally wears those in the first place. He feels something swelling in his chest but he can't name it. Casey Dad was just being nice right?

"I can' make time." He simply answers with, a slient yes i want to spend that time with you hidden in his words. "I never had anythin' as good as your lasagna after all so love ta know how to make it." He offers to try and hide the welling emotions building up in him as he carefully sets the book down. Not wanting to lose a single page on the binding.

As soon as it was safe though he steps over a second and put his arms around Aronald wishing to die the second his body moved but it was quick and fast as he gave them a a faint squeeze between his arms. Praying that they can't tell how much this just hit him he can't even explain it or fathom it. It's just a cook book but it was also not just about the book. Before he let go and moved back from Aronald, eyes kept low holding his self-control over himself in that moment. "Thanks." It soft near faint before he slowly steps away again. "I uh should get back to Case for now, but definitely gonna plan somethin' out to learn from you don't wanna just drop it on ya after all." Legs move please he begs as he steps away and retreats towards Casey's room. Nothing again Aronald he just needed the comforting presence Casey offered when he felt way too much for his own liking.

#muse| hamato rapheal #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers]#[ would it be too much to call you dad now? -aflockoffeathers]#[ 2012 verse]#muse interactions #ic reply #stayed qeued #(( raphs gonna have the lair smelling like lasagna for days XD))#((i didnt elebrate much but basically splinter remarked on somethings he going to give to Leo and raph got a bit hurt because its seems lik #the rest of them were really being considered but especially him cause daddy issues uwu))

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alyjojo · 1 year

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Twin Flame 🔥 Journey - May 2023 - Aquarius

Your Energy:

9 Cups - The Magician - The High Priestess

Regarding: 3 Cups

Your friends/family caused the issues between you, that’s being made crystal clear. It can be 50 different stories but it has to do with the people you surround yourself with, and competition involving that. Outside people. Idk if a friend likes you too, and they go up against this person. You could be a person that likes to go clubbing or something fun involving alcohol. You’re a free bird that won’t be tied down in nature generally, but something in particular on your side caused the separation initially. Something you’ve kept secret, or tried to, because you know/knew how much it would piss them off, has still caused silence and a lot of confusion between you and your Twin. Or you were planning something quietly, maybe with this person, but they don’t trust you based on other people. Something like that. Secrets + outside parties = chaos and destruction.

Their Energy:

Page of Swords - Knight of Cups - King of Wands

Regarding: 4 Swords

They ended the connection because they didn’t have a choice, you were driving them crazy. Their mental state cannot handle the kind of games you were playing with them. You may see it as harmless, but this is a very old fashioned person and they don’t understand any of this, they replay it all in their mind on a loop because they can’t understand how everything even went from A to B with you. Mentally, they’re still healing from this. Emotionally, they’ve moved on from any hurt or heartbreak, or at least they say & act like they have. They may stalk you, keep tabs, maybe they see you happy and it makes them question what your truth ever was. You make this person very insecure. It’s because of other people in the mix, both sides say it. They come up as King of Wands, someone very charming, attractive, a leader, someone that doesn’t normally sit in 9 Swords kind of energy so there must be some kinda air somewhere. They weren’t sure whether they should move on, but they knew they had to. They also don’t know if you really have. This person does want to talk and get some answers, the outcome doesn’t point that direction but they do.

Outcome for May:

9 Wands - 7 Cups - 9 Pentacles

Regarding: 10 Wands

This whole section is just this person reminding themselves why they can’t come towards you. Being your friend is too difficult, maybe even painful for them, they don’t want that. They’d like an apology but it wouldn’t mean much to them, if you gave them one they might not even respond. They’re recognizing they have other options, you clearly have other options too, they’re just going to mirror you by pulling away and chasing these other people. Something like that. The hurt caused by this connection may show that this isn’t one that can heal. This person is embodying Emperor energy, placing rules and standards on *themselves* and what they will and won’t allow going forward in any relationship. They may have had a lack of boundaries or a hard time standing up for themselves, with you. That’s all changed in their eyes. There is no movement towards you, they’re working on their independence right now, and will probably meet some other karmic with lessons along the way. You’re supposed to be apart 💯

Karmic Cards:

Mercury - Taurus - 8th House

- Communicate your beliefs as a life or death issue.

- Analyze the costs of getting and using power.

- Let your mind tell you how to use the most direct way and use other people’s resources.

Oracles:

You: Secrets

Conceal plans and actions from those not ready to accept you as you are.

Them: Preparation

Luck comes most often to the person and the place where preparation, opportunity, and skill meet.

Messages:

You:

- I am entranced by you 🤩

- Plays Too Much! 🤡

Them:

- Kind 😊

- Old Time Romance 🌹

Possible Signs:

Every sign. Leo & Gemini heavy

Also Virgo, Pisces, Aquarius, Cancer & Sag

Charms:

Saturn 🪐 on Secrets is karma, flat out. The consequences for your actions being whatever they were, even if they were secret. This person did what they had to based on what they were getting or seeing from you, and lessons came with whatever decisions they’ve made. It may feel unfair initially, but you’re co-ruled by Saturn. And one of your card energies is 7 Swords. The sneaky thief avoiding accountability...or pain. I’ll hurt you before you hurt me, steal these swords so you don’t stab me with them. Outsmart. Dodge. Avoid. It’s an air sign lesson to try to “get away” with things, and being a sign of intelligence, you sometimes do. But big things, if a person doesn’t catch you, Saturn delivers discipline directly to your door. Other people may not even know what’s going on, on a deeper level, but you do, or will. Cap is born disciplined, Aqua becomes* disciplined.

Shooting Star 🌠 on King of Wands shows this being your Twin, one you may not reunite with, and many/most Twins don’t. They’re chaotic connections that exist to light a fire in you and then send you off in your own directions to become who you’re meant to be, and something big has to happen to pull them apart in the first place. Between that event, and whatever happens afterwards, there is often too much pain, growth, moving separate directions or even other soulmates in the way of them ever reconnecting. In your case, a shooting star is a fleeting moment, it’s happens quickly and then it’s gone.

Lips 👄 on Mercury shows a lesson of yours being communication and needing to do that with your partners. I don’t see this person being open to that, but moving forward in your life. No more secrets. No more avoiding. 7 Swords flipped is complete transparency. It’s only healthy to speak up and address things, and hearing what your partner is saying too. Your cards indicate a locked up sort of person, not very open, you need to use your words. Like with Virgo, a song came up on my list that I’m being told to add, they could have that in their chart.

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