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paris in the rain || pjm [1]

pairing : bookstore owner!jimin x fem!reader

genre : angst, fluff, eventual smut, strangers to friends to lovers.

rating : pg-15

series summary : you hadn't expected to run into jimin, an unusually charming guy in the midst of love and peace, in paris. but here you were, falling for a man covered in the smell of old parchment and wine while also recovering from the traumatic experiences of your past. your work stay in paris, which you had took on for a change of atmosphere, changes every nook of your life.

chap word count : 5.7k

chap warnings : swearing.

author's note : okay so its finally here !! ik this one has very less jimin in it but trust me its important to set the mood aagh!! i hope yall enjoy my first series and lmk what yall think about it hehe :)

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Walking down the street, you can't feel more ecstatic.

Work had been a bitch lately but your boss did one thing right when she gave you the task of attending some upcoming art exhibitions in Paris, and writing reviews on them for the art section of your magazine. Initially your friend Yoona was also going to accompany you, but soon the plan changed when she was assigned to visit Boseong for the tea plantation's article.

Miranda, your boss has several acquaintances in this city. One of them was going to help and guide you on your three months long stay. The breeze cut through your hair swiftly as the sun slowly started to sink beneath the horizon.

You had asked Taehyung, the said acquaintance, to meet you at the studio apartment you were going to live in, your luggage already there via helpers. Your phone buzzed to indicate a message.

Taehyung (6:02 pm) : the helpers have left and i am at the apartment.

Taehyung (6:02 pm) : it's been half an hour since i have arrived !!

Taehyung (6:03 pm) : where are you?

You (6:03 pm) : omw; I'm walking hehe.

Taehyung (6:03 pm) : seriously?

Taehyung (6:04 pm) : come quickly, it seems like it's going to rain.

You (6:04 pm) : okay, mom.

You stuff your phone back in your coat pocket and look around in awe. You had met Taehyung twice before, once when he had come to Seoul to curate some pieces for the museum he works for, and again when you both ran into each other in Japan. You were there with your company, to cover a highly anticipated gallery opening, and him as a mere spectator.

Assumably, you had shown him around Seoul for a week or so, when he was there and so, he thought it would be best if he could return the favour when you were in his city. Thus, calling him a friend would be better than calling him Miranda's acquaintance.

The sky turns a weird mix of pink, golden and grey as you turn the corner to a buzzing street. The first thing that caught your eye was the head of the Eiffel tower peeking from between two buildings and lush green trees. The setting sun casted a soft lustre upon its form and the tower looked as loving as ever.

A feeling struck your heart, ever so lonely, ever so loveless, ever so gloomy. Maybe, it was one of the reasons you agreed to come here, to heal what was broken, in a way yet, unlovable.

When you glanced at the tower's iron structure, you saw what it reflected, the city's love and a hidden form of something unexpected, misery. You relate to it. An embodiment of love, filled with eternal misery.

People loved to call you friendly, a person who could attract peers and enemies alike, easily. An everlasting smile etched on your features, always announced your presence to everyone before you could officially do it. Little did they know, or noticed but never acknowledged, that your smile never reached your eyes, lingering at your cheekbones, drowning itself in the dark circles marked underneath your eyes, if ever so lightly.

Your eyes bounce off the structure and rake your surroundings, pausing on a peculiar sign, upholstered above a small shop with no exterior decorations except for a faded poster of a bestseller book and a small open sign hanging in the glass of its brown, shabby door. The shop had none of those tell-tale ground to ceiling glass windows. Instead, old, paneled walls are taking their place.

'MIMI'S DREAM'

The sign mentioned the aforementioned words in faded cursive letters.

All the other shops in the neighborhood were decorated impressively, to attract the people. They were cleaned and maintained, giving off the vintage vibes, but still fancy.

Mimi's Dream was none of the above. It was shabby, old and gave no efforts to attract people. The door was almost hidden between the glamour of the shops next to it. An odd sight, indeed, amongst the splendor of the street overlooked by the wonder of the city.

Your pace faltered as you neared it. An unmistakable scent of coffee and old parchment filled your senses and you paused right outside the door, weighing the options of stepping inside or stepping away. The only thing visible from the small glass partition on the door was a small desk pushed up against a shelf overflowing with books.

A mop of blonde hair kept on moving at the edge of the desk. The person, whose hair they were, was crouched down behind the desk, so you could only see the top of their head, which kept on shuffling here and there. Rest of the interior was mediocre, some of the shelves were dust-laden to be honest.

The option of stepping inside weighed more on your balancing pan and thus you moved forward to push open the door when a buzzing sound stopped you.

Taehyung could have not chosen a better time to call you.

He greets you with a shout in normal Taehyung manner.

"Where the fuck are you?"

"Outside Mimi's Dream."

"Outside what now?"

"It's a bookstore, Tae. What do you want?"

"You. I have places to be, Y/N. Cut the tour short and get your ass here."

He sounded livid, so fucking livid.

And, you? You were now scared for life.

In all these peculiar sights you forgot the most peculiar man ever. Him waiting for you, at your apartment had slipped your mind completely. You mumble a small 'sorry' and dash from the place towards your apartment as the gray clouds started covering the sky above you.

It was a mess.

Your apartment was a mess.

And amidst the mess, was standing Taehyung, his hair equally messy and eyes shooting daggers at you. Even though the daggers were blocked by the numerous cardboard boxes standing tall between him and the door, with him visible only slightly, his fury was well translated to you.

You picked up the small boxes at your feet, set them aside and started heading towards death personified. He was not even speaking anything, just looking at you with the expression your mom gave you when she found out you tried smoking weed. Your mom had also stared at you wordlessly, Taehyung putting you in a similar situation.

As you stood in front of him, face to face, your eyes cast down, though, he squinted his eyes at you and opened his mouth to tell you off. But, he stopped midway, snapped his mouth shut, shook his head and turned around, realizing you were already quite the disappointment for him to sour his tongue up with the words he was going to say.

Even though you knew the reason for his anger, you couldn't stop your mouth from acting up.

"What?" you spat as he faced his back to you, trying to navigate his way around your dumping ground.

"Nothing. I decided that murdering you is not worth the jail time." he said and sat down on a box, giving up his thought of going deeper in your house.

"Okay I'm sorry."

"What were you even doing for a whole hour? The route from the airport is straight and like ten minutes away on foot!" he prodded and you looked everywhere but him.

What were you going to say? A poorly decorated bookstore caught your eye and you were gathering the courage to step inside it? No thanks, you'd rather save yourself from the embarrassment. Lying always seemed like the best option for you anyway, so why not go with it.

"I thought I'd take a look around the neighborhood." you murmured, your feet being the most interesting for you at that moment.

"When I was waiting for you at this shithole?"

"I said I'm sorry. I didn't know I'd get too caught up!" you knew you were being inconsiderate but the look on his face almost made you laugh out loud.

He breathed anger, trying to subdue it by taking deep breaths. One thing you knew, you needed to make it up to him later, in some way or other as this was totally your fault.

You went forward to hug him and wrapping your arms around his torso, you mumbled into his chest

"Listen, I am so sorry, genuinely. I just got distracted by this beautiful city you live in. I promise I will make it up to you later as you had to give up your time doing nothing because of me."

"How?"

"Huh?" you looked up to him, your chin on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tighter.

"How are you gonna make it up to me?" a sly smile on his lips.

"Um, however you ask me to."

"I am going on a date with my girlfriend next week."

"Congratulations?"

"You'll be the one paying for it."

"Fuck no." you free yourself from his grasp and take a step back.

"Well then, okay. Have fun living in this city without any friends. Have fun learning French. Have fun with loneliness." he said and started moving towards the door, his lips still set in a wide ass grin.

You fucked up pretty well this time. There was no way you were going to let him go, leaving yourself to explore this city alone. He knew that, that bastard.

The only concern now on your mind was, where were he and her girlfriend going to, for a date. Knowing Taehyung, he'll probably choose some expensive place just to annoy you.

You rush towards him and quickly hold his wrist, almost tripping over a lone object on the floor.

"I'll do it."

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he looks down at you and nods his head in a way of saying, 'told you so.'

"Where are you guys going?"

"I'll let you know in three days, by Friday."

Prick. He has planned his date a week prior. It has to be something extravagant, given his expressions. You wish you don't have to spend way more than you can, you can't afford giving up a chunk of it on an unnecessary date in your first week in the city.

"You have not yet decided, have you?" you squint your eyes at him, trying your best so that he'll slip up the answer.

"Oh you'll be surprised to know that I have it all planned out. Just not for you to know yet, darling."

"Whatever." you huff and set yourself to work, him helping you around the house to arrange your stuff and settle down quickly.

Two hours later you plop yourself down on the couch now in your living room and not in a bubble wrap against the window.

"Food, food, food." Taehyung mumbles as he sits down beside you.

"Wait, I'm ordering something."

"No, there's a place down the street, it sells amazing fried chicken. I wanna eat that."

"So we are going there? You can't even stand properly Tae, how do you have the energy to walk down the street?"

"Not we, you."

"What?"

"They don't do deliveries, but they do pick ups."

You just cock an eyebrow at him without saying anything.

"What? Don't look at me like that. This is your house, it's your duty to feed your guest. And, I can wait here now, given that I have this whole couch to myself." and he proceeds to rest his head on the armrest and kicks his legs in your lap as you shrug them off almost immediately and stand up to collect your wallet.

You don't have the energy to argue with him and somewhere you still feel guilty for making him wait, though you should not as you're gonna pay for it, but you still do. That's why you proceed to do as he says.

"You are going to pay for all your sins." you grit through your teeth and dash out.

The streetlights adorned the street giving it the look of a pearl necklace.

The place Taehyung had mentioned was just five minutes away and you started trudging towards it in a slow walk as soon as you exited your building. Rounding a corner, you once again came in front of the familiar, peculiar store.

The lights outside were dim and you wanted to get a peek inside but you thought better as a previously disappointed man is already waiting for you. Still, a small smile plays on your lips as you walk past the door.

You glaze your eyes around yourself and once again delve into the feeling from before that day. You felt the hole all too well, but something told you the chatter and air of this city would help you in filling it up.

So indulged in your thoughts, you don't watch your way and bump into a wall. A soft wall. Wait, a moving wall.

Oh my god it was a person, very much alive, moving and soft.

You lose your footing and stumble back, your eyes closing for a fleeting second as you steady yourself. A soft thud follows your collision, the person dropping someone their belongings. Your face turns in a grimace as a shrill gasp leaves your mouth. The only thing then audible is a string of timid 'sorry' in a voice dipped in honey, garnished with crumbles but oh so sweet.

You open your eyes and cast your sight downwards, just to be met with a mop of blonde hair, crouching at your feet and collecting his books.

Mimi's Dream, the only thing that flashes your mind as soon as you see the all too familiar sight. He stands up, towering an inch or two above you and oh boy were you not ready for it.

He was beautiful. In a, sweep you off your feet at the first sight, kind of beautiful. His round cheeks and plump lips catch your attention. As you take his appearance in, his lips break into a shy smile, his eyes crinkling in the process.

Two crescent like eyes, with lashes dipped in night, his appearance was similar to that of a blonde Adonis. With high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, set on a pretty neck, he was too much to look at.

He handles some books in his hand and when looks at you staring at him, clears his throat, the shy smile still tugging at his lips. You soon look away and bow down, mumbling a small,

"I am sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Oh no, I am sorry. It was my fault too." he lets his voice ring in your ears softly as you meet his almost hidden eyes, due to his smile and slightly puffed, pink cheeks, due to the cold.

You let out a light chuckle with a shy it's okay and continue to stand there weirdly when he decides to break the awkward silence.

"You're a foreigner."

Your accent might have given you away or the fact that you chose to speak English instead of French for someone in Paris. Even though he looks Asian, you can never be so sure if he was brought up here or had immigrated, like you.

"Yes, I'm from Korea."

His widened eyes and the glimmer in them confirmed your assumption as he starts way too excitedly,

"Really? I am from Korea too."

Before you can even muster up a reply, a distant voice ringed in your ears.

"Jimin!" shouted a man from a few places behind you.

You swiftly turn around to look at a lean man with platinum blonde hair frayed over his forehead and lips formed into a sort of triangle. He was handsome, insanely so. You couldn't help but just stare at him. He wore printed baggy jeans and an oversized multi colored shirt, a stark contrast from the man you just bumped into.

"Yeah?" the man behind you, who you now assume is Jimin, quips with a tired voice. As if all he wanted now was to crash in his bed and not bear another second of the world moving around him.

"I'm hungry, man. Bring the books in quickly so we can eat."

"Uh, yes coming." Jimin grunts and looks at the back of your head. His stare burns the back of your head and you whip it around to look at him.

"It was nice meeting you, " he raises his eyebrows expectantly, with the softness of the freshly bloomed buds and extends a hand towards you.

"Y/N."

"Jimin." He smiles bashfully and grasps your hand in a gentle hold before letting it go and using it to better hold the books he was comically balancing with a single hand. You both giggle at the same time.

"It was nice meeting you too, Jimin." you speak and part your ways with no more words, just smiles and glances.

"Sorry once again." he calls out as you reach the corner.

"Likewise, Jimin." you quip back and turn around to find him walking backwards towards his shop, looking at you. You laugh again, "Now, go."

And with that, you disappear round the corner.

Lately Taehyung's been a little off.

You can't put a finger on the long list of reasons you have for his grumpiness. He is what you'd like to call a drama queen, over enthusiastic and overdramatic. There could've been complications at work, he could've been low by you bailing out on him constantly, maybe there's trouble in paradise, or maybe it's just one of his moods.

It had almost been a week since your arrival and you were rushing around, trying to settle yourself and your stuff in the new city. It had been overwhelming for you initially, especially when you realised many people did not speak English, and not everything was as romanticized as the books and the movies. So you were thankful when your neighbour Lily helped you out.

It had been so hectic that you were not able to meet Taehyung for almost a week. He had been trying to come up with plans to give you a tour of the city, the museums, the landmarks, the galleries, the cafes, the clubs, everything. But you were always cancelling on him due to your weary state, resorting to watching Netflix and eating to your heart's content whenever you even got an ounce of leisure time.

As a result, the man was now in one of his dramatic moods.

You were almost settled down, almost being the key word. So you decide to ask him to hangout with you. After all, he is the only one you know in this new world.

You (10:26 am) : hi. wanna hangout later?

Taehyung (10:31 am) : did the sun rise from the west today?

You (10:33 am) : shut up or I'm taking my words back.

Taehyung (10:33 am) : okay okay, sorry.

Taehyung (10:34 am) : and yes, I'd like to hangout with you, your majesty.

You (10:34 am) : my place?

Taehyung (10:35 am) : lmao no

You (10:35 am) : yours?

Taehyung (10:36 am) : be ready at 6. i'll pick u up

You (10:36 am) : and take me to?

Taehyung (10:36 am) : hell

You (10:36 am) : bitch?????

Taehyung (10:37 am) : relax, don't you believe me?

You (10:37 am) : um, no?

Taehyung (10:37 am) : good 😂

Taehyung (10:37 am) : anyways. don't cancel tonight.

You (10:38 am) : 👍🏻😒

These were the reasons why you were always scared to agree to any of his shenanigans. Always vague and increasing your nervousness, as well as dying curiosity. But at this point, you brought this upon yourself and you have to roll on with his antiques with a grudging smile.

You set your phone down on the kitchen counter and walk to the balcony of your bedroom, past your perfectly set up living area.

Your apartment had the classic, minimalistic design. A cream couch adorned the living room with a wooden coffee table and potted plants sitting atop the stools in the corner, with varying heights. A small bookshelf was pushed up against the wall and a loveseat was placed beside the window. It was small, but lovely.

Your eyes rake the expanse of the street visible from the small balcony. It was still the start of the day and people were rushing about with their morning caffeine clutched tightly in their hand and eyes cast low. Some were the exception and occasionally glanced about to absorb their surroundings or just strike up a chat with someone they know. It was a relief to see the life in the city move similarly to the one back home, yet differently.

While trying to take in the morning view from your apartment, your eyes once again fall on a particular blonde wandering the streets with his head low and hands tucked in the pockets of his trench coat. Your eyes follow his figure as he makes his way till a corner and then turns, hiding behind the blocks of buildings.

Jimin was a stranger. You knew nothing about him but his name and the place he worked at, the bookstore. Still, he kept on visiting your mind at random hours, for reasons unknown.

Your highschool friend, Gina always used to say that you thought about absurd things, your curiosity working it's way towards topics you have no relation to, at all. She was true, ofcourse. For right now your mind was running circles around only one person, Jimin. You were charmed by his presence. You died to know more about him. You died to look at him again. And you still don't know why you gulped down your coffee hastily, changed into a presentable pair of clothes, put on your coat, grabbed your keys and left your apartment.

You might reason it as the dire need to get some books.

The overhead bell rings as you set foot inside the shop and a smiling face looks up at you from behind the counter.

He is not Jimin.

But you are very much welcomed by him.

"Hello." he speaks in a chirpy tone and you can't stop the smile etching itself slowly on your face.

"Hey." you respond and gingerly make your way towards him.

He was dressed differently today, yet so similar, donning a black sweatshirt with a big smiley on it and his platinum blonde hair still frayed at his forehead, this time his lips in a heart shaped smile instead of a triangle. His radiance bounces off the shelves filled with books, him standing out against the vintage, old backdrop of the shop.

"Good morning. I am Hoseok."

You just smile at him without giving him your name, too lost to even return the act of kindness.

"What can I help you with?" he asks, softly, to gain your attention which he realizes he might have lost.

Your mind goes blank. You had not thought that to enter a bookstore, you'll need to have an excuse. You can't walk in there without any motive. In your panic, you say the first name that comes to your mind.

"Fitzgerald."

"Ah, classic." he says with the same, kind expression and you almost sigh with relief.

His eyes glide over your surroundings and stop at a corner which makes you whip your head towards it.

It was a mess, the shelves overflowing with old hardcovers with a passage between two such tall ones. A stack of books was placed at the end of the short partition, up against the wall with some stray pages covering the ground beside it. A wooden plaque with the sign 'Fiction' hung at the entrance.

Hoseok walks over to the corner and you follow him, spellbound by the sight in front of you.

You loved books. You loved the fact that there is a form of escapism so unreal, yet so real. The prints on paper bound by hardcovers or another layer of paper give you a sense of comfort hardly anyone could provide. The life you had lived was short compared to the ones your mind, your heart had lived. It was singular, it was just one. The ones lived by your heart were multiple, they took up small places in your existence and shaped you for the singular one you had to live. Your eyes read things your life couldn't display to you in its entirety of twenty five years. You eyes read things which taught you lessons your people couldn't teach you in the entirety of your twenty five years.

You close your eyes for a fleeting second and inhale the scent of parchment rolling off of fresh coffee. You open them with a forever smile marking your features.

"You'll definitely find him somewhere over here."

You snap out of your trance at Hoseok's words and look at him smiling at you.

"Ah, thankyou. I actually moved in recently and wanted to fill my shelves with some of my faves which I had to leave at home."

His face lights up at your words.

"How's the city treating you?"

"Like it has known me for years."

"Really?"

"No."

You both laugh at him seeing right through you at your half ass lie. Of course you have loved this city, but you are still adjusting to its glamour, to its reputation. You can't say it's been treating you like an old friend, but it is definitely trying to accommodate you well.

"It's good though. I am still navigating my way through the 'parisian' lifestyle." you make air quotes around Parisian and Hoseok snickers.

"Nothing extraordinary about that. I know you'll fit in well."

"Thank you so much." and you realize you never gave him your name.

"I am Y/N, by the way."

"Nice to meet you." he shakes your extended hand and turns towards the aisle of books in front of you.

"As I said, you must find him somewhere over here. I normally would have been able to find it out for you but Jimin recently rearranged the shelves." he says with a dent between his eyebrows and a disappointing voice, "without letting me know."

At his mention your ears perk up like a dog hearing his owner call him.

"Your co-worker?"

"More like my boss but yeah."

"Oh so this is his shop?"

"Yes, it was his grandfather's. Then his father's. And now he handles it." Hoseok looks at you with a soft glint in his eyes, as if reminiscing the days when Jimin's father used to run the store.

"Wow." is the only word you are able to conjure. This store is really vintage, it holds years of history and three generations have adored it.

"It's incredible." you look around the area in awe of it.

The interior is quite what you might have imagined it to have. The old wooden panels and worn off paint decorating its walls alluded to the overall vibe of the shop. There were numerous aisles in front of you, eac one of them had its genre mentioned on a plaque hanging at its entrance. The shelves lining the walls were adorned with statues made with alabaster or marble, displaying Greek gods and replicas of some famous pieces from the 14th century. There were blown off candles hurdled in a corner and hanging lights from the ceiling casted an incandescent glow all over the floor.

Hoseok claps his hands while looking at his desk and you immediately give him your attention.

"Okay so I'll be at the desk sorting some things out. If you need any help, just call out my name, okay?"

"Okay."

A thought suddenly strikes your mind and you turn on your heels to witness a departing Hoseok and call out to him.

"Yeah?"

"Has the name always been the same?"

He smiles and you both know the name you are talking about. A knowing look comes over his face and he raises his eyebrows a little bit.

"No, they changed it." he says and prances off casually as you wonder what might have been the shop's original name then.

When Hoseok said you'll find Fitzgerald somewhere among these shelves, he might have not mulled over the possibility that maybe you won't. Even though the thought was impulsive when you had spoken it out loud for him, you realized you really needed Gatsby and Benjamin Button to have a place on your shelf.

You had skimmed through the shelves, rather thoroughly and had failed to locate the books sitting atop them. You did find a lot of other books which always had a corner in your heart and as you moved about the aisle with the likes of Jane Austen, Orwell, Tolstoy, you wondered if you'd even find Fitzgerald among them.

You move towards the section which displays a set of books which were not dust ridden or had slightly worn off covers like the others. These had immaculately illustrated covers which used modern graphics and you know you have ventured into an area where your quest had the highest chances of failure.

Your eye catches the faded 'Romance' scribbled onto the side of a shelf and you run a finger over it, smiling at the thought that years ago a couple would have wrote it over there, or maybe the previous owners used less expensive methods of indication for the readers.

Raking your eyes over the shelves, you quickly grab a copy of One Last Stop with your free hand as you are yet to read it.

"Hoseok?" you call out and the reply is almost immediate.

"Yeah?"

"Help me, I can't find those books." you say and a soft padding sound follows as you hear his footsteps advancing towards you. He appears beside you at the end of the aisle.

"I swear to god I am going to fire Jimin."

"Yeah well good luck with that but I really can't find Fitzgerald anywhere over here." you laugh with him and both of you start your search again.

Amidst it, you try to glance out of the door and see rain pouring heavily and partially disrupting the morning buzz of the roads and adding to the eerie, peaceful vibe of the store.

Hoseok searches through the top shelves and you go through the bottom ones, removing the books and readjusting them. A while passes and almost all the books have been readjusted but your treasure hunt still didn't have any direction.

"Now only he can help you find it." Hoseok says and plops down on the floor with crossed legs and a tired stance.

"God?" you chuckle and follow suit.

"No such luck. It's just Jimin." he sighs and looks at you with his lips curved in apology and you smile a little at him.

"I am sorry this was such a mess. I swear we are better on other days."

"I am sure about that. It's just not our day today." you say and pat his arm encouragingly.

He studies you with an unreadable expression and you feel a silence sit around the both of you, comfortable enough for you to prop your chin on your folded knees pulled to your chest.

You were alone with a stranger but the rain sounds and the calm morning gave you comfort which was hard to achieve in the rush of moving in and settling down. You close your eyes for a second and realize you'll need to head home soon. Opening them with a groan you move your legs to break the peace.

"Aren't you waiting till he returns? He will be back soon."

"I want to, but I can't. I have to run some errands."

His lips form a triangle as you stand up and pat your butt to get rid of seemingly nothing. As soon as you pick up your phone which was out on the floor, the door opens, ringing the bell violently and in walks a very drenched Jimin.

"One more hour of this rain and we'll have to use boats to navigate the city." he grumbles, rather loudly and Hoseok slowly stands up as you just stare at him wide eyed.

He is wearing the same outfit you saw him in from your balcony, except his coat and hair are wet and his face carries an annoyed expression. Hoseok walks towards him with missiles to shoot instead of words.

"Boss, can you please kindly let me know where the fuck did you keep Fitzgerald after your impromptu rearrangement?" he asks with a sickly sweet smile which soon transforms into a sour face and you suppress a giggle at the look of pure horror on Jimin's face at Hoseok's sudden outburst.

He takes a second to contemplate his words and when he realizes, you watch his eyes turn into small crescents and cheeks puff up with a smile.

"Oh I have kept them in the inventory area."

"But they were old?"

"I know." and he gives no further explanation for his odd behaviour and walks up to a door at the back of the store you were just now discovering.

You and Hoseok look at each other, then at the door he disappeared to, then again at each other, trying to make sense but failing nevertheless. He returns a minute letter with a stack of books in his hands and comes to a halt in front of Hoseok while humming an old Polish tune.

It's then that he realizes of your presence in the store and turns his head towards you. Your eye catches his movement, mainly because you were staring at only him and he locks his eyes with yours.

His face changes demeanor and the nonchalant expression morphs into that of surprise, his eyes widening and body straightening up with an amused yet joyful small smile.

Hoseok looks between him and you and before he can open his mouth to ask the obvious question, Jimin speaks up.

"Y/N?"

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(FNAF movie spoilers below)

HIHIHI I saw what u said abt the fnaf movie and I actually went to see it today with some friends and!!!!!

I agree with your rating being 6-7/10 actually. I’m not super super deep into the lore- ik a ton of stuff, the important stuff mainly and bits and pieces of the little stuff, so the lore change (the family thing is the only main change I realized) came as the biggest surprise to me. Ig they wanted to try to keep it fresh so it wasn’t as predictable to the long time fans? (but tbh when I saw Vanessa in the trailer way back when, I assumed they’d try to bring Vanny into it- though I’m not super in the know of that part of the lore so maybe I was silly for that)

but overall I thought it was good!! The little girl was so cute 😭🫶🏻

only thing is I wish it was scarier than it ended up being. I didn’t flinch or jump once and I was looking forward to a good horror movie 🥲 (I get they had to keep it pg for kids tho)

not too many complaints tho! definitely didn’t deserve the initially low score it got on rotten tomato, cause based on my theatre, everyone really enjoyed it, me and my friends included

hope it’s okay that I came here to talk abt it!!! you don’t have to respond if u don’t wanna I just wanted to share some thoughts 😋

have a lovely night!!!!!

HII thank you for sharing your thoughts!!

FNAF spoilers below!!

tbh i have watched a lot of videos on the movie and i guess the games and the movies are separate lore wise?? which i was a bit surprised about but Scott did say the movie wasn’t going to 100% follow the games, so i guess it’s valid.

i kinda wish it was a rated r movie 😭 because well the concepts in FNAF are very dark and it’s not some cute kiddie film. the games have a lot of bad shit in it and i feel like if it was rated r it would have been scarier compared to what we had initially. the whole family part where Garrett (Mike’s brother) got kidnapped by William had me like ?? it just feels like a plot hole. like WHY his brother specifically?? and why was he there??

Vanessa too had me a little confused. i know in the games she’s technically like an “adopted” daughter to William, but he ends up controlling her 😭 so idk.

i do think it was a 7/10 for me! it wasn’t terrible but it wasn’t what i was expecting. i still love FNAF regardless and the movie was honestly good besides some of the obvious changes.

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juniperjoy101 · 4 years

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The Starstruck Lounge – (Sans x Reader)

Outertale AU

Trans MtF Reader

Word Count: 2.2k+ words

Rating: PG-13 for some suggestive themes

The following's a fluffy, standalone one-shot, but it does relate to my fanfic 'Save Point', found on Quotev, Wattpad, and Ao3!

Note: '(N/N)' means '(your) new name'.

You tug at the sleeves of your dress, nervous to show yourself at the lounge. Today, finally, you would be referred to as 'Lady (N/N), the singer-astronaut'. While you had sung plenty of times with the obstacle of zero gravity and a space helmet, it was the first time you would be ever referred to as '(N/N)' or 'lady'.

A knock sounds on the door, though you open it only halfway, still uneasy at the thought of people seeing the new you -- the you you. In front of you stands an admirer a few years younger than you, no more than a college freshman from what you assume based on his appearance and fidgety nature. He gapes at your presence, toying around with the peony, carnation, and garden phlox bouquet in his hands.

"H- Hey there, miss," he greets, handing you the flowers. "These are for you." He rests a hand behind his neck, looking down at his shoes. "I've, um. . . I've always had a crush on you -- ever since the first day I saw you up on stage. I know you're dating someone else, b- but can I, um, well-"

You smile, putting an end to his rambling by raising a hand and warning him in advance over what you were about to do. Leaning in, you press a kiss against his cheek, giggling when his face turns a faint red.

"Th- Thanks, miss. You, um. . . You look very cute! Good luck with today's show!"

He sprints off, leaving you alone with a bouquet and a smile. As soon as you feel someone stand behind you though, you use the bouquet as a weapon, shoving it in the person's face.

"Stars -- Don't sneak up on me like that!" Your breaths are scarce, a hand placing itself over your chest as you try to recover from the scare. "I told you I'm not good with surprises, Sans!"

"You're way too easy to startle," he counters, chuckling. "Didn't even get to spook ya before you attacked me."

His comment makes you look around to see a few flowers scattered about. He helps you pick them up and place them back where they belong, taking a few with him and asking you to turn around. Still wary over the earlier scare, you scrutinize him before giving your back to him, tensing when you feel his hands on your hair. His fingers tangle on your locks, painted dark blue and purple for the occasion. You wait, searching for a mirror when he voices an 'all done'.

As soon as you catch the image of your hair, you hold back a smile, shock replacing that urge instead. Not only did the white, silver, and golden colours contrast with your outfit's theme, but it made your attire represent what it was supposed to be more: the first starry night you ever shared with the monster standing behind you. On your first date with him, the sky -- though always dark and starstruck -- had been an explosion of colours, the benefit of being obliged to wait until late -- when shops closed, streets emptied, and artificial lights turned off -- to leave Faust with a caretaker and head out.

The ankle-length dress swooshes when you give it a twirl, smile growing when you see the flowers stay in place.

"Thank you!" you exclaim, excitement barely contained. You tackle Sans into a hug, making him fall. Your dress tangles with his body, yet you pay no mind to it as you hold him tight, not wanting to cry for the fear of making your eyes swell and your makeup smudge. "It looks so, so great! I'm in love with you!"

"Weren't you already?" he asks, laughing.

You kiss his teeth, grabbing his cheekbones with your hands and repeating the earlier action multiple times, letting go when you lose your breath. "I. . . I love you that many times more!"

"Nine times?"

"You counted?"

Sans grins and sits up, placing you on his lap and holding you still by circling his arms tight around your waist. He brings you close, enough for your chest to press against his. "Might've lost count halfway, though. Got distracted."

You stifle a laugh and lean in even closer, repeating that action one more time. "Just to make sure," you add, pulling away. "Ten times."

Your cheeks grow warm at the sight of him placing a hand over your chest, calling out for your soul. Next, your ears burn, a light feeling taking over when he beckons for it. "And I. . ." You close your eyes when you see him nudge himself closer, approaching your soul. "Love ya this much, (N/N)." Sans presses his teeth against its surface, remaining there for some time. "How many seconds was that?"

You hesitate, hazy from the sensation of him that close to your soul. "Um. . . Thirty?"

"'Bout halfway there."

Opening your eyes, you can feel a tear escape your eye. You hug him tighter, hiccuping when you hear him mutter 'it's sixty' under his breath.

You hold back the instinct to swat his hand away when you feel it slip under your dress's top piece, reaching for your brassiere. "Wearin' it for today's show?"

"Yeah. . ." you reply, keeping him in the hug. "I know nobody's gonna see it or anything, but. . . It makes me feel more me."

You can feel him nod, how little he moves making you stay on the floor there with him, neither of you bothering to stand up. "I'll be there a lil' late, but I should be on-time for your show. If ya feel nervous, just gimme a call and I'll help ya, alright?"

"Thanks," you reply, nodding back and pulling away, wanting to face him again. "This almost feels like a dream."

"Does it?" he asks, facing you. "What'd make it feel like a dream, then?"

"That's a hard question." You smile, heat returning to your cheeks when you finally grow conscious of your position. While your dress was long enough to cover up your fall, you were a mess of limbs: his arms hooked with yours, torso against torso, and knees brushing with your thighs, his shorter height making you tower over him almost completely. "I, well. . . I guess if we could stay like this for years to come? Faust loves having you around, and I. . . I do, too. You're my family, friend, husband, and so much more."

You burst into a fit of giggles when you see him blush, near reddish pink contrasting with the yellowish white of his bones.

★ ★ ★

You can't do it.

People are waiting, yet you can't bring yourself to step out.

The dress feels bunched up, the accessories look too tacky, and your hair extensions feel faker than plastic flowers. The only thing that feels remotely right is what Sans had done for you with some flowers the fan from before had given you. It doesn't feel right to call anyone for help, against bothering any of them when the tailor had worked hard for your dress, a friend had gifted you those accessories, and another had done your extensions.

You don't feel like disappointing the audience, so you instead begin taking off the dress, deciding it was best to continue being the 'original' you for the moment being. With a defeated sigh, you reach out for the back of your dress and begin unzipping it, door to your changing room opening when the dress is already down your waist.

Instinctively, you grab the first thing closest to you and launch it at the intruder, freezing when you hear a familiar voice laugh under his breath.

"Twice in one day, huh? That's a new record, pal."

Sans stands by the door, humour exchanging for intrigue when he sees you half-dressed. You cover the brassiere away from his sight, embarrassment crossing you.

"Sorry," he speaks up, chuckling. "Didn't know you were still changin'. Lemme help you with that zipper, though."

Against bringing up the fact you were doubtful, you nod and turn your back on him, slipping the dress over your torso and waiting for him to zip it in place. You wait, tensing when he comments on your upper underwear.

"That's a cute bra, by the way. Somethin' tells me it ain't from a regular store -- judgin' by how lacy it looks."

The embarrassment you had fought off returns, the surprise you had planned out for your night together spoiled by a moment of indecisiveness. "It was. . . meant for after the show tonight. You weren't supposed to see it yet."

Sans brings his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. "Don't mind teasers, though. Ya lookin' prettier than the stars, half-dressed or not." He kisses the lower back of your neck, provoking a shudder all across your body. "And this might be a hunch, but. . . Were ya gettin' undressed? Figured you might've 'cuz ya have your shoes and hair all done already."

You stay silent, holding his hands and keeping him in the embrace, not daring to look at him in the eye. ". . .Yeah. I kept looking at myself in the mirror, and I just kept picking out every little thing I didn't like."

"Call me next time, (N/N)," he states, hold on you growing stronger. "I mean it. We might both be a lil' busier now that we're gonna adopt another kid, but we'll make it work. I can always find time for stuff like this."

"Th- That's another thing, Sans!" you exclaim, breaking out of his hold. "Who knows if they'll even accept now? They were already against it when we were both male -- What will the adoption center even think when I tell them I'm actually a woman? They'll reject us in a heartbeat."

"We'll have our own kid, then. You remember what the book said 'bout soul reproduction, don't ya? We can try it."

"Wh-" You cut off your own words, feeling your ears and face burn over the proposition. "How can you say that so easily? It. . . It would've taken me years to say that to you!"

"You know I like sayin' it like it is," he remarks, grinning. "Maybe in the past my soul was too weak for that, but now it should be possible."

"Do you really mean it?"

"'Course I do, pal."

You take in some air, chest trembling as you hold back your feelings. A smile blooms on your face, and it only grows when you see the earnest look in his irises, white glow bright and certain. "Thank you," you murmur, reaching for his hands again and keeping them both in one. "Do you really feel ready for this, though? I mean, Faust's accepted you as a father long before we got married, but. . ."

"Worried I won't be ready for the responsibility?"

"N- No! I already know how responsible you are. It's just. . . I don't want to be selfish. 'Cuz I feel like I've already been that enough with my transitioning."

"Are we really gonna have this conversation again? Selfish would've implied you not being honest with me 'fore we got married, but you were. You were honest and brave, two things I love about ya -- be it (N/N) or not."

"Dammit," you mutter, suppressing a laugh as you stare up at the ceiling again. "You're gonna make me cry again."

★ ★ ★

The show ends with a high note -- in both singing and feedback from the audience. Persistent vocal practice sessions had improved your ability to shift between low and high tunes, the latter you wanted more now that you were more comfortable with the new you. Claps continue to resound as you begin floating down to firm grounds, wobbling a little when your heels bump with the rocky surface of the Moon. Flowers, stars, and stardust are thrown at your feet, a few letters and folded papers being thrown in the mix. An assistant aids you by handing you a basket you use to pick up the items, taking them with you back to the inside of the lounge.

You take off your helmet as soon as you enter, a few fans greeting you along the way. Some throw additional compliments into the basket, while others hand them to you personally. Well wishes spread across the hall as you make it to the bar, where Grillby and Sans wait, both staring at the sky until they notice your presence.

Carefully, you grab the skeleton by the shoulders, hugging him the same way he had done with you, only with him seated on the bar stool. He relaxes under your hold, the tension he looked to carry from a distance leveling down. "Ready for tonight?"

"The show, or the other thing?" he asks, low enough for only you to hear.

"Don't," you warn, laughing. "Else it won't happen. You know what I'm talking about."

He gives in with a grin, closing off the space remaining between you. "Guess I am. Dunno if people'll like it, though. You were way too awesome back there -- Can't compete with that."

"You silly." You let your extensions fall over his face as you place your chin over his head, holding him tighter. "Yours is a different act. You'll stand out in your own way, no matter what -- And don't go saying it'll be in a bad way!"

He laughs, honest. "Damn," he mutters, grabbing a lock and tickling your nose with it. "Ya know me too well, (N/N)."

"We're married," you state, giggling. "It's my job to."

#sans x reader #outertale sans x reader #trans reader #trans mtf reader #outertale #undertale #reader insert #lgbt

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galactic-magick · 4 years

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Queens of Mean: Evil!Audrey x Reader Pt. 3

Rating: PG? (so far)

Words: 900+

Warnings: like one swear word

Author’s Notes: Thank you for your patience guys! I hope this chapter is worth the long wait! We’re finally getting into the bit where reader and Audrey are falling for each other! Let the fluff and angst ensue!!! (ik it’s starting kinda slow burn but don’t worry it’ll spice up soon!)

When you finally come home, Audrey falls peacefully asleep. You smile, but soon have to run to your mother’s aid when you hear her yelling.

“Y/N! Where is my breakfast this morning?” she demands.

“I’m sorry, I’ll get on it, I was just helping out Audrey,”

“If that girl is distracting you from your chores then I will not hesitate to throw her out!”

You fall silent. You know she’s not kidding.

After you finish everything, you go to check on Audrey. She’s still fast asleep, so you sit on her bedside and brush a hair out of her face.

“You deserve better than this, Audrey,” you whisper. “You don’t deserve to be rejected by both sides,” You don’t know why you’ve come to care about her so much in such a short time, but you understand her. Her parents weren’t around much so she got stuck with her awful grandmother, her longtime boyfriend dumped her, and she lost all her friends. You didn’t blame her for going off and trying to get revenge.

“Did you say something?” Audrey’s eyes flutter open.

“Uh, no, no, just mumbling, I guess,”

“Oh,” she sits up, bringing her knees to her chest.

“You hungry?”

“A little, but I don’t want to make you do anything,”

“Audrey,” your fingers brush against hers, and surprisingly she doesn’t flinch. “Making breakfast for my mother is a chore, but making breakfast for you is a choice,” she smiles a bit, still shocked that you’re being so kind to her for absolutely no reason. In her eyes, she’s a failed princess and a failed villain. She doesn’t deserve your compassion, yet you won’t stop giving it to her.

You go downstairs and start working on some food. Audrey waits for you, gazing around your bedroom. There’s a small dresser in the corner, and she opens one of the drawers. She hadn’t changed her outfit since arriving here, not wanting to let go of what she almost gained. Peeling off her pants and dress feels like giving up all the power.

Audrey freezes when she sees you in the doorway, holding a plate and glass.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to find something new to wear-“

You set down the dishes on your bedstand, “No need to say sorry. You’re welcome to whatever fits you,” Audrey sighs in relief, continuing to look through your drawers. She settles on some black pants and a magenta top and then sits down to eat.

“Thank you,” she says between bites.

“No problem at all,” You gaze at the top of your dresser, scattered with hair and makeup products. “You know, since you’re going to be here a while, how would you feel about an Isle-style makeover?” Audrey raises her eyebrows. “That is, if you want,”

“Sure,” she laughs, the first time you’ve heard it loud and clear. “Sounds like fun,” Your gaze on her lingers a bit too long, and you can almost swear you saw her blush.

After she finishes eating, she goes to the bathroom to wash off the remaining makeup she already had on. Then she plops back down on your bed, fresh faced and glowing like the sun.

You get to work, using dark colors similar to what she had before, but a little bit more smudged and muted. You don’t own a lot of beauty products, but most kids on the Isle still make do with what they have.

By the time you’re done, Audrey looks like a stunning punk goddess (not that she wasn’t stunning already). She gazes into the mirror.

“I love it,”

“You do?”

“I do,” she grins at herself. “Do you think you could do something with my hair too?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe a cut?”

“Sure,” you grab some scissors and take her beautiful bright pink hair in your hands.

Before you can ask what she wants, she says, “surprise me,”

You’re no professional hairdresser in the slightest, but you’ve been cutting your own and your mother’s hair for quite some time. You start by just taking off a few inches, but slowly cut it to just above her shoulders. Then you add some layers, framing her face and cutting at a bit of an angle.

You step back, terrified that she’ll hate it. Instead, she stands up to get a better look, twirling around.

“This is amazing!” she turns to you. “I feel like I belong here now,” she wraps her arms around you in a hug, and you desperately hope she can’t hear how loud your heart is thumping. She doesn’t let go quickly, and it’s then that you realize just how much you care about her.

Maybe at first you just wanted to do the right thing. You wanted to provide a home for someone lost and broken. But the more time you spend with her, the more you want to do everything in your power to make her happy. Even if it’s something as simple as sharing clothes and helping her change her look.

Yet it’s even more than that. You want to keep cupping her face like you did when you lined her eyes. You want to keep running your fingers through her hair. You never want to leave her embrace.

But she couldn’t possibly feel the same, could she? After all, she was in a long-term serious relationship with King Ben, and she must have loved him enough to want revenge over it. Could Audrey ever care about someone like you, a child only living as a burden and a servant to your mother?

Shit, let alone whether or not she’s also into girls.

“Thank you,” she lets go, speaking and smiling with a newfound confidence.

@narvvi

#descendants audrey #evil audrey #descendants 3 #disney descendants #descendants #descendants x reader

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shanhei322 · 6 years

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Home alone

Noblesse fan fic I do not own noblesse.

This story is not to bad if I had to give it a rating it would be PG-13

I never wrote M/M before so I hope you like it. Let me know My goal is to become a better wighting so I would love your help thank you.

Home Alone

It was never wracking the quietness of the house. The house was always lively and full of energy. It wasn’t always like that thou it started when Frankenstein and his master took him in. Then the house gradually started to get full. At first M-21 couldn’t stand it. Always watching over his shoulder. Wondering when he was going to be kicked out. He thought to himself, “Why would the keep a failure like him around. He would just get in the way.” He was surprised as time went on that the demand never came. That even though the house was getting full. Neither Frankenstein or his master asked him to leave.

They took in two Noble children, and at M-21 request two more modified humans that were also once part of the Union even though they were considered successful experiment’s and he was considered a failure. He felt a connection with them two. Rai, Frankenstein’s master, even went out of his way to save him a few times even at the risk of his own life. Why would some one do that for a nothing like him, a useless person who doesn’t even know his own name. One day when M-21 was hiding on the balcony away from all the noise of the human children that came on a very regular basis to see their friend Rai who they think is a regular high school student. “If they only knew,” he thought to himself with a chuckle. He could feel a presence be hind him when he turned around Rai was their staring at him with a worried look on his face. The Noblesse the one true supreme being was staring at him with a look of concern.

“Is something wrong? Are you ok?” M-21 asked. He didn’t know when it happened but M-21 realized that he would give his life to protect this being before him and hated to see him worried.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing. I can feel something troubling you. Pleases tell me, I would so like to eases the storm in your mind. I would do anything in my power to help you.”

M-21 with a shocked look stared at the man and could not believe what he just heard. Without thinking he said. “pleases don’t save me anymore. I can’t stand the fact that every time you do it cost you more of your life. This failure is not as important as you. You mean more to the world, it needs you.”

M-21 looked at the ground. The thoughts running until he felt the touch on his arm. He looked up and seen Rai smirking at him. Then with a sigh he answered. “I can’t believe you asked me for the one thing in this world I can not grant you. You see to me you are one of the most important people, to me. M-21 don’t you understand you are my family.” With that Rai released his arm and left.

At that thought he snapped back to the reality. He was home alone he left work early to help Frankenstein, his master and the nobles to get ready to go to a clan meeting. Tao is going to a competitive gaming convention and would be with Ik-Han and Shinwu two of the human children that became important to the group. Tao said he would return Sunday night and the nobles will return Monday.

He will be alone all week end with Takeo. M-21 didn’t know how he felt about that. Takeo was like family to him, a comrade, but sometimes he doesn’t think Takeo likes him to much or thinks he week. It’s the way he looks at him sometimes. He doesn’t know if it s pity or what he’s thinking he just knows it’s a little unsettling.

M-21 phone vibrated when he pulled it out he seen it was a text from Takeo it read: Tao just left with the guys. On way home. Going to stop pick up dinner. Don’t feel like cooking and you can’t lol.

He texted back: It was one time. That’s all and it didn’t taste that bad.

His phone vibrated again, and it read: Yes, yes it did lol but we don’t keep you around for your cooking 😊.

M-21 typed back: You are such an ass!

And before he could even put his phone down it vibrated: 😊 😉 I try lol.

M-21 chuckled then he put his phone on the charger and went to take a shower.

Takeo stopped and got chesses burgers and fries. Also got a twelve pack of beer. He un locked the door and when he stepped inside he could hear the shower running. After removing his shoes and leaving the food in the kitchen he went to change as he walked by the bathroom he seen the door ajar. Takeo eyes went wide as he got the perfect view of M-21 in the shower. His face turned red and Takeo tried to leave but he couldn’t. He was memorized by the site of M-21, who’s silvery gray hair sleeked back from the water. His broad shoulders and strong arms. Takeo with his enhanced eye site could see the water running down every ich of M-21 body. He couldn’t help the feeling starting to take over his body like electric shock running threw his veins. He looked like a statue of a Greek good. Chiseled out of hard stone there was not an once of fat on his body. Takeo new M-21 could sense his presences. He started to back into his room that was across the hall from the bathroom. As soon as he shut the door to his room he let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Beautiful.” He whispered to himself. As Takeo was changing out of his men in black suit he wore every day for work. He couldn’t stop the thoughts of M-21 that were running threw his head.

When he was done Takeo went to the kitchen and was meet by M-21. He was standing there drinking a beer, dressed in a flannel shirt and tight jeans. The top few buttons on his shirt was undone and the image of his bare chest popped into Takeo mind. “God I’m in trouble!” he thought to himself as he sat at the bar.

“Beer,” M-21 asked Takeo just nodded yes as he took the beer he was handed. They ate their dinner in silence. After it was done and they started cleaning up M-21 said, “god it’s so quite it’s kind of weird you know what I mean.”

“Yea, also its strange just the two of us. Even when everyone gone Tao is usually with us.” Takeo chuckled.

At that statement M-21 knew it was the right time to talk to him. Done cleaning, they were sitting at the bar drinking beer when M-21 said, “can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Takeo heart was about to beat out of his chest. Was he going to ask if he was peeking at him in the shower or why his face was goes red sometimes when he looks at him. Never in a million years did he think that he would ask him what he had.

“Do you have something against me. Sometimes it feels like you look at me with distain or pity. I know I’m not as reliable as you, or as smart as Tao and I hate the fact that I cause problems for everyone here. I just want to know so I will at least know where I stand with you.”

Takeo was in shock. He never meant to make him feel that way. Before he new what he was doing the words were flowing from his mouth as if a damn had broke and the water was pouring out.

“You are reliable. The fact is no one is as smart as Tao, and the only problem we would have is if you weren’t here. You mean so much to so many. To me you are strong, not week. You are my hero if it weren’t for you I would still be in the union. You gave me the glimpse of a normal life when you asked if we could stay here. The looks your worried about are not of pity or distain.”

M-21 was now standing in front of the counter looking down into the sink. Before Takeo knew what, he was doing he moved to M-21 and wrapped his arms around his waste and held him tight and was resting is head on his back. M-21 could feel the heat of him threw his shirt and feel his breath on his back. His bodies automatically tightened up. “Then why the looks?” M-21 said in a low voice. They stood there for what seemed to be forever. Takeo never letting go of M-21, holding him as if he let him go he would run away. Then Takeo in a voice so soft that if his hearing wasn’t enhanced he never would have heard it. “well you… Your just…so beautiful. I can’t help it.” M-21 could feel the sigh of his words on his back.

Takeo waited for him to yell at him or push him away but he didn’t. Takeo couldn’t take the silence anymore so he turned him around pressing M-21 between him and the counter. Takeo knew M-21 could feel his arousal pressing against him. He could tell that M-21 was a little aroused too. Takeo ran his hand threw M-21 hair taking in the softness of it then rested his hand on the back of his head, pulling him forward till their foreheads touch. Then Takeo spoke in that low soft voice again, “I didn’t know if I should tell you. You don’t know how many times I dreamed of us this. Of us I didn’t want to lose you if I couldn’t be with you then just being by your side is enough.” Then he placed a chased kiss on his lips.

When he pulled away he could see the confusion on M-21 face. This time he used his hand and pulled him into the kiss. This kiss was more forceful, hungrier. Takeo nipped at his lips and when M-21 l.et out a little moan he proceeded to put his tongue in his mouth. Kissing more greedily not wanting to stop until he felt M-21 go week in the knees.

M-21 opened his eyes as Takeo pulled away. He stared into Takeo bright blue eyes and seeing a look. A look that he never thought anyone would ever show him, and don’t remember if anyone ever did. The look of love and acceptance want and desire. The next thing M-21 knew he had moved his hand to Takeo face and pulled him in kissing him again. This time putting his feelings of hope, longing, love and maybe fear. Because the next thing Takeo said was, “Don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you and I will never leave you no mater what happens. I don’t care who you were I love the one standing before me now.”

With that Takeo took M-21 hand and lead him to his bedroom. When they got to the door Takeo said, “I don’t want to force you and I don’t want you to come out of some sense of obligation. If you want to come I promises I will go as slow as you need. I won’t pressure you. The choices is yours.” And with that he went in to his room and shut the door. M-21 leaned against the wall and closed his eyes debating what he should do.

Takeo sat on his bed and removed the hair tie. His thoughts going a mile a minute. He wondered if he screwed up. Maybe he should not have said anything. How could he face him after this? And while all these thoughts were going through his mind suddenly stopped when he hears click of the door as it open.

He looked up to see M-21 closing the door. M-21 was standing there looking at the floor. Takeo asked M-21 why he came and M-21 answered, “I don’t know why some one like you would want some one like me, but I trust you and I….love The you that you are now too. So, if this is what you want then I can give you a night.”

M-21 still didn’t understand him. He realized for the first time just how inexperienced he was. The thought M-21 thinks he wanted a one-night stand hurt. By the shocked look in M-21 eyes he knew that M-21 thought of himself as unworthy of love. Takeo pulled him into a hug and whispered in his ear. “21 you miss understand I don’t want a just one night. I want every night, I want you as my partner. You’re the only one worthy of that.”

With that he kissed him slowly moving over to the bed. Takeo pulled his shirt off then he started to unbutton M-21’s every time his fingers brushed against M-21 chest he would let out a small growl.

He laid Him on the bed and kissed down his neck. Then his chest working his way lower and lower. When he gets to right above his waste of his jeans he looks up and said, “21 if you want to run now is the time cause I’m a very possessive person and I will never, let you go.”

M-21 put his hand on Takeo head stroking his beautiful purple hair and whispered, “I guess I will just have to deal with it.”

And that is how the new chapter of M-21 and Takeo life started. Home alone with a weekend of passion. Only time will tell if the can make it but they both are going to work like hell so that neither will ever be alone again or feel worthless . People can come together at the strangest times because love will always find away.

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MARK FELT: THE MAN WHO BROUGHT DOWN THE WHITE HOUSE (2017)

Starring Liam Neeson, Diane Lane, Marton Csokas, Ike Barinholtz, Tony Goldwyn, Tom Sizemore, Bruce Greenwood, Michael C. Hall, Brian d'Arcy James, Josh Lucas, Eddie Marsan, Wendi McLendon-Covey, Maika Monroe, Kate Walsh, Ike Barinholtz, Julian Morris and Noah Wylie.

Screenplay by Peter Landesman.

Directed by Peter Landesman.

Distributed by Fox Searchlight Pictures. 103 minutes. Rated PG-13.

Actor Liam Neeson Inhabits Mark Felt: The Man Who Brought Down the White House.

We all should remember the Watergate break-in and its connection to the Nixon White House. The Washington Post's Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein did the exposé to discover who was behind the crime and that led to bringing down Richard Nixon and his White House for multiple nefarious abuses of power.

None of that would have been possible had FBI agent Mark Felt not given secret information to these investigators because he believed that the President had betrayed his country's trust in order to serve his own interests over those of the United States.

In Mark Felt: The Man Who Brought Down the White House, veteran award-winning actor Liam Neeson assumes Felt's persona in order to establish for audiences just how deeply Felt resented Nixon's actions and what it took for him to take the steps he took.

Directed and written by Peter Landesman, this 2017 biographical tale plays out like a spy thriller, but is based on the 2006 autobiography of Felt's, written with John O'Connor. Felt became "Deep Throat" – the Post reporters' anonymous source – and his revelations and tips pushed forward their investigation. This not only led them to the exposing the Watergate scandal and Nixon's downfall, but changed the course of politics in the '70s.

Without histrionics or melodrama, Neeson portrays a man who has had a grip on incredible power only to see it disappear once his mentor, the fearsome FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover, dies. The film is both a dissection of a thundering historical event and a deft character study of man who understood how the levers of power worked – or didn't.

Bolstered by an all-star supporting cast of Diane Lane, Tony Goldwyn, and Maika Monroe, this is a smoothly directed, informative film that has been overshadowed by a plethora of films addressing past events which now have a fresh relevance.

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NBA mock draft 2017: What if the Lakers pick De’Aaron Fox over Lonzo Ball?

Chaos finds it way into the NBA draft most years. Let’s play that out.

There’s always a shocker or two high in the NBA draft.

Some years, it’s Anthony Bennett going No. 1 overall due to injury concerns for higher rated prospects. Some years, it’s a team trading out of a top-five slot to gain multiple picks or a veteran player. Relatively unknown players like Giannis Antetokounmpo, Thon Maker, and Georgios Papagiannis go much higher than expected. Better-known prospects like Deyonta Davis, DeAndre Jordan, and Kevon Looney end up hanging out in the green room for way too long.

Mock drafts tend to coalesce around some truths as workout season wears on: There is a finite set of players almost everyone will have in their top 10, for example. But on draft night, something goes wacky. Chaos slips its way into the order, and teams start making surprising and weird decisions (some of which pan out).

This is our attempt to discern what could go wacky in the 2017 NBA draft. What if what we thought we knew is wrong?

1. Boston Celtics: Markelle Fultz, PG, Washington

Well, we all think we know the Celtics will pick Fultz, and this is almost assuredly not wrong. Fultz is by all accounts the single best prospect available. He checks every physical box, he checks every skill box, and he seems to be a good kid. It’s a bonus that he has an existing relationship with Isaiah Thomas, who he will be drafted to co-star with or supplant, depending on your vision for Boston’s future.

Could chaos strike the No. 1 pick? Some would suggest a trade — for Paul George or Jimmy Butler — could unleash holy hell on the top of the draft. But those teams would almost assuredly pick Fultz, too. In theory the Celtics’ brain trust could fall in love with Lonzo Ball, Josh Jackson, or another prospect. But the player everyone thinks will go No. 1 most of the year usually goes No. 1, including seven out of the past eight top picks (everyone but Bennett).

2. L.A. Lakers: De’Aaron Fox, PG, Kentucky

Here’s the chaos.

Many of us are presuming the Lakers will pick Lonzo Ball at No. 2. Perhaps they will. This has been suggested as some sort of destiny (including by yours truly) given Ball’s SoCal roots, his family’s deep interest in landing with the Lakers, and the exciting style Ball plays that harkens back to Showtime. It’s all very neat.

It’s all a little too neat.

The world isn’t that neat. Notice that nearly all of the Ball-to-the-Lakers energy we’re seeing is coming from the Ball side of the equation, not the Lakers’ side. Players can’t will themselves to be drafted by certain teams, no matter how many TV shows their fathers do.

What would be a greater brushback by the Basketball Gods than for Magic Johnson, in his first draft running the Lakers, to pick someone else?

By the way, Fox is quite possibly the better prospect here. He has better physical tools and, in case the good people of Southern California forgot, he dominated Ball in the tournament.

3. Philadelphia 76ers: Josh Jackson, F/G, Kansas

If the Lakers pass on Ball for Fox, the question becomes whether the Sixers immediately leap on Ball or stick with the prospect they likely would have talked themselves into at this point: Josh Jackson. Also key is determining how Ball would fit with (or not) a point forward like Ben Simmons and a scoring big man like Joel Embiid. Philadelphia needs guards but wouldn’t want to neuter its two best assets in the process.

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4. Phoenix Suns: Jayson Tatum, F, Duke

If the Lakers and Sixers pass on Ball, now we need to see how far he could fall. He won’t be working out for any teams this low — he’s apparently only working out for L.A. and Philadelphia, not even Boston — but there’s plenty of tape on him from UCLA. The Suns’ front office is in a precarious position after the weirdness accidental rebuild before the current deep rebuild. Ball would have more upside than anyone, but perhaps Phoenix — which already has backcourt studs Eric Bledsoe and Devin Booker — goes with the surer bet at a need position.

5. Sacramento Kings: Jonathan Isaac, F, Florida State

Surely the Kings would take Ball if available ... right? Well, maybe. Or maybe they’d fill a crucial, gaping hole for a defensive-first wing with excellent physical tools and lots of upside. Sacramento appears to be setting up to nab Fox if he’s available; perhaps that focus on Fox convinces them Ball is more hype than reality, since Fox vs. Ball appears to be a polarizing debate in draft circles.

6. Orlando Magic: Frank Ntilikina, PG, France

The Magic have hired Jeff Weltman and John Hammond to run the front office. Weltman worked under Masai Ujiri in Toronto, and Hammond has been enamored with international prospects in Milwaukee. On paper, the French point guard Ntilikina looks like a potential star. He can shoot the lights out and has good defensive size.

7. Minnesota Timberwolves: Lauri Markkanen, PF/C, Arizona

Ball would be an interesting fit in Minnesota, but Tom Thibodeau picked Kris Dunn a year ago. A better bet might be the perfect frontcourt pal for Karl-Anthony Towns in the modern NBA: a legit 7-footer who can shoot from anywhere on the floor.

8. New York Knicks: Lonzo Ball, PG, UCLA

Finally, Lonzo Ball finds a home in the chaos draft! LaVar Ball and Phil Jackson deserve each other.

Jokes aside, this could be a wonderful fit in the short and long terms. Carmelo Anthony hasn’t historically fit with ball-dominant guards, but one presumes Ball will take some time to adjust to NBA speed and physical demands, which should give Melo plenty of offensive opportunity in the short term. Giving Kristaps Porzingis a generous guard who also stretches the floor would be a lovely gift.

More than all that, the Knicks deserves an exciting point guard for the first time since 1990-never. The city that gave us Linsanity for an all-too-brief spell would go nuts over Lonzo.

9. Dallas Mavericks: Jonathan Jeanne, C, France

Rudy Gobert has made 7’2 French centers cool again. While the league is largely eschewing big men and valuing shooting over all else, having a game-changing defensive anchor is still critical. We also may overrate the Mavericks’ need to pick up a high-end point guard in the lottery. Yogi Ferrell and Seth Curry are pretty good.

Jeanne is a both a tremendous sleeper option and a top candidate to completely disappear for the last three weeks of workout season as some team makes a promise.

10. Sacramento Kings: Dennis Smith, PG, N.C. State

If the Kings pass up a point guard at No. 5, there might be one left at No. 10, whether it be Smith or Ntilikina. Is it wrong that Smith reminds me of Monta Ellis? The Kings have been trying to sign Monta Ellis for years, so ...

11. Charlotte Hornets: Malik Monk, SG, Kentucky

While we’re comparing prospects to mercurial guards, Monk reminds me of J.R. Smith without the shoelace-untying, NC-17 Twitter photo urges. He’s a ball of fire who lashes out with buckets at the right time, but can otherwise blend in a little bit.

12. Detroit Pistons: Ike Anigbogu, C, UCLA

Anigbogu should go higher than his UCLA teammate T.J. Leaf. Jeanne has the best length in the draft class, but Anigbogu is up in the top 10, and Stan Van Gundy loves hard workers who don’t demand the ball.

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13. Denver Nuggets: Jarrett Allen, C, Texas

Something my colleague Ricky O’Donnell has wondered is how all these danged big men in the 2017 draft will shake out given the league’s move toward the perimeter. My theory is that this shift is already baked into our read of the draft class. In other words, in the old, pre-Warriors and Rockets NBA, Allen — a long 7-footer with scoring touch — would be an easy top-five pick. That he might not get chosen in the lottery reflects the league’s changing value of talented big men.

The right big men — those who can stretch like Markkanen or those who can defend the rim and perimeter like Jeanne and in theory Allen — still have lots of value in the modern NBA.

14. Miami Heat: Anzejs Pasecniks, C, Latvia

Is Pasecniks that sort of big man? It’s hard to say. Porzingis’s countryman is a 7’2 rim-runner who has shown an outside stroke in limited opportunities. He’s a bit on the old side for a lottery pick at 21, but the Heat appear to be building for the near-term unlike most teams down here.

15. Portland Trail Blazers: Ivan Rabb, PF/C, Cal

The Blazers have three picks in the first round: Nos. 15, 20, and 26. They do not have a ton of roster spots, so chances are there will be some sort of trade and/or stash pick. Outside of that, this might be a good spot for Rabb, who went back to Cal and suffered for it. Rabb has tools Portland could use, and the Blazers have shown an affinity for Cal products (Allen Crabbe) and Oakland natives (Damian Lillard). What is a mock draft if not a reading of irrelevant tea leaves?

16. Chicago Bulls: OG Anunoby, F, Indiana

The Bulls love grinders, and no one in the draft grinds like Anunoby, who is perhaps the top wing defender prospect outside of Isaac. Anunoby would also fit Chicago’s apparent desire to never sign a shooter again.

17. Milwaukee Bucks: Justin Patton, C, Creighton

The Bucks have lots of defensive talent. Patton is more of an old-school big man finisher who just gets buckets upon buckets. Patton’s too good to be a sleeper, but he could certainly pan out more quickly than most (if not all) of the bigs taken over him. It will be interesting to see where Patton goes in relation to Wake Forest’s John Collins and Gonzaga’s Zach Collins. Patton feels like a better bet.

18. Indiana Pacers: Donovan Mitchell, SG, Louisville

Solid wings are always in demand, and Louisville’s Mitchell fits the bill on paper and in what we’ve seen of him. The big question mark is whether he can become a better long-range shooter in the faster, longer NBA. He hit 35% on six attempts per game as a sophomore. He needs to be better to stick in the NBA unless he becomes a lockdown defender (which would be a real stretch at his size).

19. Atlanta Hawks: Terrance Ferguson, SG, Australia

Ferguson has much better size than Mitchell, but NBA teams haven’t been super willing to spend high picks on Americans who spurn college basketball to play internationally. (Brandon Jennings, the best example, probably fell five picks because he played in Rome instead of Tucson. Emmanuel Mudiay appeared to slip after choosing China over a Big 12 school.)

But decision-makers probably will love that Ferguson went to Adelaide and fit into a role where he wasn’t the superstar. Players taken in the mid-first — even in a good year — aren’t immediate stars and may never become starters. Being able to find a role and excel within it is a big draw. Ferguson has, to some extent, proved he can do that.

20. Portland Trail Blazers: Tony Bradley, C, North Carolina

Here’s a big bet: Bradley will go before Justin Jackson, because upside still matters. The leading mocks have Bradley in the second round after his decision to leave Carolina as the school’s first one-and-done since Marvin Williams. But the fact that he left tells me he has first-round promise. It might as well be from a team with three first-round picks, as well as needs up front.

21. Oklahoma City Thunder: Harry Giles, C, Duke

Giles is the other eyebrow-arching ACC freshman to enter the draft. After a disappointing season marred by slow injury recovery, he’s getting a nice workout season bump in the draft press. It’s hard to find a better upside pick than a former No. 1 recruit landing in the mid- to late-first almost entirely due to injuries.

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22. Brooklyn Nets: Frank Jackson, PG, Duke

All right. One more surprise ACC one-and-done: the somewhat mystifying but altogether promising Jackson. There are strong indications Jackson will go in the first round. Why? He apparently signed with an agent during the NBA Draft Combine and withdrew from the second day of activity there after showing out on Day 1. Someone fell in love.

23. Toronto Raptors: Thomas Bryant, C, Indiana

Yet another big man — and in our chaos draft we’ve left the poor Collins twins* in the green room. Bryant isn’t yet 20 and has spectacular length. Even better, he showed an ability to hit outside jumpers as a sophomore.

* Zach and John Collins are not twins, and in fact may have never met.

24. Utah Jazz: Justin Jackson, F, North Carolina

You know what you’re getting with Jackson, and that’s sometimes perceived as a bad thing in the draft, where upside and potential reign. But some teams like knowing what they’re getting, and the Jazz are one of them.

25. Orlando Magic: John Collins, PF/C, Wake Forest

One Collins twin down! This one gets buckets but doesn’t have an outside jumper or defensive tools. He’s not a modern NBA power forward, but he has enough length to play center. He’s probably a career reserve, but teams need good reserves too!

26. Portland Trail Blazers: Zach Collins, C, Gonzaga

There has been a run on Collinses! Some mocks have Collins going in the top 10, and he probably does have a better chance at having a good NBA career than a number of guys above him in this mock. But it’s a struggle to imagine what a successful NBA career looks like for a guy like Collins — not particularly agile or fast, no real record of a great outside stroke, not someone who scores at will against even smaller competitors, clunky handle — in the modern league.

27. Brooklyn Nets: Luke Kennard, SG, Duke

Let’s clear out the green room! Turn out the lights, Luke.

28. L.A. Lakers: T.J. Leaf, PF, UCLA

How resentful would the Ball family be if T.J. Leaf got picked by the Lakers but Lonzo didn’t?

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29. San Antonio Spurs: D.J. Wilson, PF, Michigan

Death, taxes, and the Spurs getting a steal in the NBA draft. Wilson is a top sleeper candidate (along with Jeanne, if he counts). The fact that he’s from Sacramento is only part of that equation.

30. Utah Jazz: Rodions Kurucs, SF, Latvia

The Jazz almost assuredly need to trade or stash one of their two first-round picks. He’s DraftExpress’s No. 3 international prospect. One presumes there’s a reason for that!

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