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Dende no La Croix
PART 2
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more eugene headcanons, yeah just whatever the chef likes of those
The chef is on it :>
Miscellaneous Eugene Head canons!
- Eugene is actually mildly allergic to cats and very allergic to dogs. He just doesn’t care enough not to adopt a kitty. Really the only thing stopping him from adopting every stray he makes eye contact with is his own poor work life balance.
- He doesn’t really have the time to consume a lot of media, indeed most of the time the media is consuming him. If he gets around to it though he has a surprisingly high tolerance for any horror stuff. Realistic horror is really what gets to him most, but a lot of the time stuff doesn’t register as being scary.
- The only thing that really kept him from staying up at ungodly hours was Felix’s insistence that it was Nap Time Right Now Immediately. When Felix died he lost a lot of his sense of time, so Eugene’s sleep schedule has suffered a lot.
- When Eugene was little, he was a late talker but an early reader. Indeed his development as a child was often found to be befuddling. His social skills were often behind and he was often too afraid to talk to other people his age, but tended to excel academically. This was only exacerbated by the fact that he was bumped up a grade during elementary school.
- Cats are probably his favorite animal, but he also really likes ducks, nudibranchs, penguins, and rays.
- When Eugene was younger he wanted to be a marine biologist, and later a vet.
- Eugene is a trans man I know he is he told me himself. He got very excited when he got on T and started growing facial hair and then immediately shaved it off. He just liked knowing he could.
- Before he realized he could talk to ghosts his whole seeing dead people thing was mostly chalked up to nightmares and an overactive imagination. During his teen years he actually started to think he was just hallucinating.
- Y’know how everyone has those foundational pieces of media that never really leave your brain..? Like they just sorta merge with your personality. I feel like Eugene would be that way about Wicked (or whatever the Drawtectives equivalent would be for that… Bicked?) He has indeed seen Cats and it terrified him as a child and he refuses to rewatch it, so he never saw the remake.
- Eugene talks to himself, animals, and inanimate objects. He tends to be pretty gentle about the later two but doesn’t always extend himself the same kindness.
- Eugene is both slightly nearsighted and farsighted, he just doesn’t have great vision overall. He uses glasses to read. He can never seem to remember where he left them (they’re always on his forehead or in his hand already.)
- He has a really high pain tolerance. He could fall from a third story window and walk away bewildered but otherwise unscathed.
- Because Eugene can see the ghosts of animals, he sees a lot of bugs just hanging out. They usually fizzle out pretty fast because bugs don’t really have unfinished business the same way people do.
- Eugene wears cologne but it doesn’t really smell like that much. It’s sort of like petrichor, or wet metal, kind of cucumber adjacent. He smells mostly like his shampoo, which is floral.
- In contrast to his attitudes regarding horror, Eugene cries at every cheesy feel good movie he sees. He really likes rom-coms if he makes the time to watch them.
- He doesn’t like carbonated beverages and if he gets one he’ll let it sit out until it goes flat.
- He really really likes keychains but doesn’t own a lot. He likes the jingle jangle sounds they make. Rosé gave a few to him and he’s been enraptured with them ever since.
- Eugene likes sweet beverages, he can’t stand the taste of plain coffee. He insists upon just trying to add the correct amount of milk and sugar to his coffee to make it taste the way he enjoys, and he’s never really managed to get the ratio quite right. He just drinks it anyway and feels sad about himself.
- Eugene owns a phone bone but doesn’t really use it outside of contacting his coworkers/friends and playing drawing hop. When he types me uses emoticons like “:~)” and “<:~\”. He also sends a lot of gifs of little animated animals.
- He really likes milkshakes but doesn’t get them that often.
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your muse’s least favorite things.
muse name. prince jacques "jack" mathéo beaumont
least favorite nickname. jackie. his older brother, adrien, calls him this to patronize him.
least favorite color. he doesn't really have one. jack is very much an art appreciator so it's hard to dislike color when it can be such a vital part to an art piece.
least favorite season. winter. he hates the cold, as he tends to get cold very easily, and he hates the snow.
least favorite holiday. christmas. he has no good memories about the holiday, and it's left a sour taste in his mouth.
least favorite food. beans. all beans, for obvious reasons. he also doesn't like anything particularly heavy or fatty. jack isn't necessarily a vegetarian but is close enough to it; he will eat some fish. arthur says he's "the closest thing to a bird we have in the house".
least favorite flavor. anything too sweet. jack isn't particularly fond of sugar; any baked goods made by hans he will try at least once to be courteous of his friend (even if hans has told him repeatedly that he doesn't have to if he really doesn't want to).
least favorite drink. anything carbonated.
least favorite scent. musky or woody scents.
least favorite tv show. taking this from a modern perspective, i think he'd be super annoyingly picky about tv. i don't think he'd watch it much, aside from cheesy soap operas with arthur. maybe some ghost stuff, if just because he thinks it's funny when the others get spooked, mainly merlin and arthur.
least favorite trait in others. dishonesty. he would rather be given a horrible truth than a traitorous lie.
least favorite place. home. he left home to join the fearless 7 and never looked back.
least favorite thing to talk about. his home life. one would think because he's a prince--not to mention vain and arrogant--that he'd love to brag about his family, when in all honesty he often dodges the subject. between his father's gruesome death, his brother looking down on him, and his mother associating his self worth with how useful he is, he prefers his roommates even if they drive him insane.
least favorite thing about themselves. his slight tendency to be a people-pleaser, specifically for his family--mainly his mother. his desperate need to please her--to be helpful or useful--might have made his family wealthy, but it also nearly got him killed by a giant and has gotten him into other rather undesirable situations since then.
least favorite daily chore. making his bed. it's a tedious thing to do when it's just going to get messy again when he goes to sleep, but neat freak that he is he'll do it and complain the whole time.
least favorite type of clothing. anything cheaply made or too tight fitting/constricting.
least favorite superpower. anything relating to water, and no it's not because he can't swim. shut up, hans.
least favorite thing about being in love. there is nothing he can say that he dislikes about being in love as he's never been in love. he is afraid of losing somebody and turning bitter and cold-hearted like his mother, though.
least favorite thing about death. the dying part. literally everything you can imagine about dying.
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What should be done to keep teeth healthy?
Life cannot be imagined without teeth. These are so important to us that we need them till the last moment of our life. Most people believe that teeth do not keep up with their whole life and that it is natural for them to fall out in old age. But you would probably be surprised to know that with proper care and diet, teeth can be kept healthy throughout life.
Let us know some tips for the health of teeth!
Brush teeth regularly
Begin cleaning your teeth no less than two times per day. As far as possible, use fluoride toothpaste because it not only strengthens the teeth but also protects the mouth from germs for a long time.
Doctors also recommend flossing along with brushing. Particularly those people who have a gap between their teeth must floss. The toothbrush cannot reach the space between two teeth and there is a possibility of infection with germs.
Avoiding very cold or hot objects
Too much cold and hot foods are harmful to the health of the teeth. By doing this for a long time, the upper layer of the teeth gets damaged and your teeth become sensitive. That is, a sharp pain arises in them whenever they eat cold or hot food. Also, it can cause blisters in the mouth and throat. That's why avoid doing this.
eat right
Indeed, a healthy diet is the root of healthy teeth. Whatever you eat or drink can advantage or damage your teeth.
Eating fiber-rich raw vegetables exercises your teeth and removes particles stuck in them. That's why eat raw carrots, radishes, turnips, beetroot, cabbage, etc. Foods containing calcium like milk, curd, paneer, green vegetables, etc. so on are really great for the strength of teeth.
Make protein-rich foods the main part of your diet. Curd, paneer, sprouted grains, soybean, etc. are very good sources of protein. Non-vegetarian people should regularly add eggs, chicken, fish, and mutton in their diet.
Cold drinks and other carbonated drinks are very injurious to the teeth. That's why avoid them.
Sugar, jaggery, honey, sugar candy, and all sweet things are enemies of your teeth. Some sugary foods are Sweets, cakes, pastries, chocolates, soft drinks, sweetened milk, etc. It is very important to brush your teeth after eating them. The less sugar in the food, the more you will stay away from tooth decay.
drink enough water
Due to the lack of water in the body, the teeth become weak. Drinking enough water produces enough saliva in the mouth, which reduces the number of bacteria that can harm the teeth and maintains the pH value (balance of acid and alkalinity) inside the mouth. That's why it is necessary to drink a sufficient amount of water.
visit the dentist regularly
Last but not least! Visit your dentist twice a year and get a complete dental checkup done. This does not cause any harm to the teeth. Many people believe that a dentist should be visited only when there is a problem or pain. But this is a very wrong attitude. If treatment is done at the right time, then the problem can be solved quickly. Remember, there is safety in precaution.
By following all these tips, your teeth will support you throughout your life.
A dentist in Nashik is the first person to contact when you experience any dental problem. They make sure that the teeth are clean and healthy and also provide treatment for any dental problems.
It is important to visit a dentist regularly. The dentist will examine your mouth, teeth, and gums and can detect any potential problems that may be developing.
It is recommended to visit a dentist every six months for routine check-ups.
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For Bariatric Surgery Patients, Better Nutrition Understanding
As patients prepare for bariatric surgery, one of the most frequent inquiries we get is about your nutrition. In order to offer you a fast summary of how you must alter your diet for "Life-Long Sustainability," "Pre-Surgery Diet," and "Post Surgery Diet," we have divided this into separate posts. Over the next months, we'll be releasing more articles about diet, recipes, improving your eating habits, and a few buying advice ideas.
Keep in mind that losing weight is a journey. Although bariatric surgery is an excellent way to lose weight and enhance your quality of life, altering your way of life is the ultimate goal. Eating well is the BEST decision you can make to support long-term weight loss. It's not insurmountable. It costs very little. We wish to support you in your decision.
Plans and Objectives for Pre-Operative Weight Management
Although weight loss surgery has the potential to be a potent tool, it is simply one element of a comprehensive strategy for healthy living. Prior to surgery, you must alter your eating habits in order to lose weight successfully. In addition, you should adhere to a pre-operative diet for the weeks leading up to and following the treatment.
Management of Weight Before Surgery
You have a lot of options for introducing healthier behaviors into your everyday routine. These recommendations can be beneficial for persons getting ready for bariatric surgery. A Nobilis Health partner, Texas Laparoscopic Consultants provides pre-operative weight management classes. We highly advise enrolling in a weight management class that offers structure and assistance if you want to reach your goals.
Increase the amount of veggies, whole fruits, unprocessed grains, and other wholesome items in your diet. Imagine the supermarket as a huge horseshoe. You should consume 90% of your calories from whole foods. The majority of whole foods are typically found outside the store. Around the outside of the store, you can locate your meats, poultry, eggs, dairy products, fruits, and vegetables. We also advise getting a water bottle that lets you monitor your water intake. Treat yourself to some flavorings like Crystal Light or unsweetened tea if you don't enjoy the taste of water.
Tips for a Better Weight Loss Diet in the Big Picture
smaller portions
There are dairy products with low fat.
Eliminate concentrated sweets and added sugars.
Avoid ordering takeaway and eating out. Make thoughtful choices when dining out.
Among the strategies to enhance your activity level are swimming, daily walking, and low-impact exercise.
Get rid of carbonated drinks and sugary drinks.
everyday 8 cups (64 oz) of water
Utilize low-fat cooking techniques including baking, broiling, and steaming to replace fried items.
Don't use food as a reward for emotional support or fulfillment.
Pre-operative Diet for Two Weeks
You will be put on a strict, low-calorie, low-carb liquid diet two weeks before your procedure. This diet has been shown to reduce liver size and speed up healing after surgery. Included in this diet are the following:
Each day, you should eat four to five liquid meal replacements. Drinks need to be made using items designed specifically for people with bariatric issues, like Bariatric Advantage. There may be too many sugars in some meal replacement products.
everyday eight glasses (64 oz) of water (Crystal Light can also be used).
Calcium and Multivitamin Supplement
Sugar-free gelatin can be enjoyed as a treat.
Following Surgery Nutrition
Following surgery, you must consume only liquids for at least two days. After that, you'll be offered a pureed-food diet heavy in protein. You'll then switch to soft meals for a few weeks before going back to your regular diet. A separate timeline will apply to each process. The dietary recommendations may change. Your surgeon or dietitian will give you recommendations on what meals to eat after surgery. This is necessary for a quick recovery.
Weight Control Following Surgery
Even though obesity can be successfully treated with weight loss surgery, it is not a cure-all. Simply said, it's a method for leading a better and more active life. To lose weight and keep it off, you must alter your lifestyle. After completing the recommended recovery diet, you should consume fewer high-protein, low-carbohydrate meals. You should cut out sugary and fatty meals from your diet. It's crucial to exercise if you want to keep your health.
Support Following Surgery
Dr Ferrari Bariatric Center is honored to support you on your quest for weight loss. We're dedicated to supporting your efforts to establish and keep healthy routines. There are numerous options available that can assist patients with long-term weight maintenance. These include lectures, weight control before surgery, and post-operative nutrition advice. A variety of vitamins and supplements made specifically for patients with bariatric issues are also available at our office under the brand name Bariatric Advantage. We also sell items that can be used as meal replacements. Our office is more than just a place where you can have surgery. On your exciting road to a healthier, more active you, we are here to support you.
Carlos Ferrari, MD, transforms lives. Find out more about Dr. Ferrari's individual, one-on-one consultations. Dr. Ferrari cares for each patient individually. Make an appointment today to reclaim your life.
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What if you could roll back the sky like a scroll opening to see that you were like the stickman all along?
A request from Pug:
Hey, fellow star~duster!
Won't you kindly tap your vivid imagination and consider perhaps the possibility that we are not alone in the universe, and that our universe is not alone among the Ever~Verses.
What if third-dimensional Carbon-based existence is like humans are made of paper and the Earth is our flat surface to exist on?
Just like a world exists outside of the piece of paper and the stickman a human draws with a pencil -- in the first and second dimensions -- the paper and the stickman exist in a world of their own. But outside of the paper and the stickman on the paper, exists the third-dimensional world of human beings.
To the paper and the stickman, we are "god"...and our third-dimensional world is a realm inaccessible to them because they are lower-dimensional and cannot perceive the world that exists just right outside of their own...our world, the human world.
And because the paper and the stickman cannot perceive our third-dimensional world does not mean our third-dimensional world doesn't exist, right, because we in fact know that it does, seeing as we exist in it.
Now, apply that concept in the opposite direction, with humans being the "stickmen" drawn in carbon on paper and the Earth our dry surface in a fluid universe and on a fluid planet with fluid bodies harnessed by a bit of flesh, and a Hydrogen-based, fourth-dimensional existence would be like we are to the paper and stickman that we draw.
Just like a stickman on paper in the first and second dimensions can exist and die according to what the human being in the third dimension does with it, like when you draw a stickman on a piece of paper and then throw it away or burn the paper, the stickman lived and died under the watchful hand of the human in the third dimension -- aka you the artist or drawer of the stickman -- but what if...we, too, like the stickman were drawn into our third-dimensional existence by a higher dimensional or fourth-dimensional being who exists in a different base...say, like a Hydrogen-based existence?
So, do you see how we perhaps could live the carbon-based, third-dimensional life cycle (of a timed, physical life and death) according to what the fourth-dimensional, hydrogen-based being does, just as the stickman does according to us?
And instead of having a timeframe of life and death to exist within, the Hydrogen-based is ever~renewing and could be considered a hydro heaven where eternal life is literally possible and having new bodies is possible, and having bodies that never age and never die is possible...and ETERNAL LIFE...is possible!!!
Where there could be streets of gold but as transparent as glass, where they could float over the land instead of being bound heavy by gravity. Where they drink a fluid of life and eat a fruit of life and the nations are sustained for a thousand years...eternally!
Where colors are vivid and the invisible light spectrum of thousands of unseen colors becomes visible, and things GLOW...all the time...and orbs and bubbles and globes of infinite light are always seen by the naked eye!
Where things are not bound by time or the progression of time making things age! Where cosmic magnetism functions in a whole, different way! Where they don't have to eat and sleep like humans do!
Where they drink elixxirs to live forever! Where there are sparkles everywhere...with rainbow beams and iridescent energy orbs that fill the sky as far as the eyes can see. Where living infinitely is real!
Welcome to the fourth-dimensional hydrogen-based cycle! Are you ready for a wild, cosmic ride? Be sure to bring your life jacket! It's gonna be bubbly!!! 💜
Go between the pages with Pug! 💎
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Raw power shiraz
Raw power shiraz drivers#
Their aim is to most importantly capture the variety’s obvious characters, a recognisable regional style of richness and generosity, while gradually refining their winemaking to encourage greater elegance and drinkability. The Duvals source fruit from the Barossa Valley floor and higher, cooler Eden Valley, which offer totally different expressions of shiraz. “Now, along with traditional practices, there’s earlier picking, more whole bunch being used, some carbonic maceration, and what have become the cliches of moving away from American oak to French and respecting your site, all resulting in a great divergence of style.” Tim and John Duval aim to create modern shiraz styles that capture the essence of the Barossa. “It’s resulted in shiraz that is not simply painted with the same brush,” he says. “There’s a proliferation of younger winemakers in the Barossa with experimental approaches to shiraz that are breathing life into the whole district,” John says. The increase in understanding vineyards and the winery floor has also led to a wider change in philosophy and process, often generational, towards creating new, gentler expressions of shiraz that have perhaps taken a lead from the way pinot noir and grenache have thrilled winemakers and drinkers alike in recent years.Īn evolution in shiraz is certainly here, according to renowned Barossa winemaker John Duval and son Tim. “We’re all trying to make better wine and we have better technical ability now as an industry to achieve that,” Paul says. The overarching desire to “tone things down”, according to Halliday 2018 Winemaker of the Year Paul Hotker, of Bleasdale in Langhorne Creek, has led to more vibrant shiraz wines that come from an increased understanding of what makes the variety inherently delicious. Similar stories repeat in almost every region. The way that influences her team’s winemaking, seen clearly in Yalumba’s new Samuel’s Collection range, has resulted in less extraction of fruit, less time on skins, cooler fermentation, less oak and less new oak, as well as larger maturation vessels, so it is now a support flavour to the wine rather than a dominant one. Yalumba’s own market research has shown that in the $15 to $30 price range, consumers are seeking wines that are more medium-bodied than ever younger, more youthful, fresher, softer and more food-friendly – wines that are ready to drink now rather than for cellaring. “And drinkability is a major factor in how we approach our winemaking.” “Everyone is trying to make wines that have their own look about them, from the vineyard, in the winery and in their regions,” says Yalumba chief winemaker Louisa Rose.
Raw power shiraz drivers#
Authenticity, individuality, personality and drinkability are the drivers of winemaking today. In its keystone regions of South Australia’s Barossa and McLaren Vale, it has been the tool to unlock the secrets of subdistrict, village and single-site diversity.Īnd now it is all that and much, much more. It has been a messenger for defining regionality. It was the frontline soldier during the years when extreme ripeness, vanilla-cream American oak and raw alcoholic power were, in hindsight, unlikely fashion statements. Over the past two decades, and especially in the past five years, it’s been recognised that shiraz can be a many splendoured thing and is able to deliver unlimited expressions from every corner of our winemaking landscape. Not surprisingly, given all those factors, shiraz is not the simple red monolith many imagine. Shiraz grows successfully north, south, east and west: yes, Queensland to Tasmania, New South Wales to Western Australia, South Australia to Victoria, on mountain slopes and along the great rivers, in sand, clay and volcanic ground. Retailers still marvel at its continued popularity, while exporters celebrate its stature as a global ambassador. These statistics tell of its economic power domestically. Shiraz, that is.Ĭonsidered by many to be the most important wine grape in the country, it occupies 30 per cent of the national vineyard, and supplied close to a quarter of the total crush of all wine grapes in the 2018 vintage.
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Some things about Diluc, based on this recent event.
Crepus was always characterized as a parent who wasn't really there for Diluc. He pushed his own ideals onto his son to the point where when Diluc got his vision, Diluc's thoughts were 'now I can use this to further my father's dream'.
Diluc had his whole life mapped out for him and he had no issue with that. Why would he? And even if he did think about what he personally might want, he was met with obstacles. (Example from the event being Diluc making a drink becaude his father sat him down and made him- and when Diluc just makes juice, his father says absolutely nothing.) But there's also the thought that Diluc's ambition was to do what Crepus couldn't- this was solidified by him gaining a vision. In his eyes, the gods themselves were telling him that he needed to do what his father couldn't. He needed to be a knight. He needed to be strong.
Diluc already dealt with ridiculous amounts of training as a kid (and he got his vision at the age of 10, according to the manhua). I'd imagine that, because Crepus was so keen on Diluc being a carbon-copy of himself, that Crepus had interests in bartending. If Crepus was anything like he was to Diluc when Diluc was learning how to mix drinks, while training Diluc for knighthood, could you imagine? Crepus probably never really told his son he was proud of him, or gave him any sort of direction.
Diluc lived his entire life for a person who wouldn't even give him any sort of direction or emotion. We see, in the manhua, that his dad did care for him. I mean hell, his dad ended up dying saving Diluc. But did he ever tell Diluc he was proud of him to his face? Did he ever say 'you're doing a great job, son'. He thinks to himself that he's proud of him, so he is.
Do you know what that does to someone?
When their whole life they just look up to someone and every moment of their life they're scrambling for attention and affection from that person? When they're only given bits and pieces by said person, but don't realize that that's like, extremely messed up?
For someone to be there for them but only when they want to be/when it's good for them/ when it benefits them?
When someone who works hard on something/does something that that person enjoys but you didn't 'do it right' or 'its fine but they don't say it'. Living your life for someone who doesn't bother to communicate their true feelings or intentions?
Now imagine that's the person you're doing all of this for. That's the person your ambition is based on. That's the person your entire life is shaped to support.
It's no wonder that when Crepus died, Diluc was lost. Crepus died and he realized he didn't know who he is.
Even when he came back from his 4 year Fatui murder-spree did he really learn anything? We don't know. But in the Manhua we see him give back the Fatui mask and the delusion.
I think that's where Diluc started to realize he needs to change and live for himself.
Getting back to the event, Diluc has acknowledged his father's faults. He talks about his father unprompted (which shows how much he trusts the traveler) and discusses how his father treated him. We can imply a whole lot from those lines, of course. But what's important here is Diluc is breaking out of that cycle.
He specifically tells you he's happy for you. He acknowledges that the traveler is choosing to learn this skill.
He supports them and tells them he enjoys the drink.
He doesn't want to be like his father, anymore.
I think that when he came back to Mondstadt and after the delusion was gone, his vision changed form. His namecard implies that Crepus never could have forseen making a bird of fire. (And while we're at it if you need more proof that Diluc struggles to not just be his dad? His friendship namecard mentions his father explicitly.)
I think that the Phoenix is perfect for him symbolically. Rising from the ashes of his former self. Breaking away from what society expects from him. Learning that he can be more than what he thought he could be.
He's already changed so much since we first met him in Mond. :)
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A Place Called Home Drabble | ‘wedding day’
Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour
Pairing: OT7 x Reader
Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook
Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.
It’s time to make it official.
*DING DONG*
You ran to open the room door.
“Head nurse Park!” You cried out loud, throwing your arms around her. She took a step back in shock as she hugged you, rubbing your back. You have been a mess the entire morning.
“Where’s the angel?” She asked as you invited her into the hotel suite.
“Taking his morning nap. He probably shouldn’t be seeing his mother turn into such a mess.” You rubbed your temples. Head nurse Park laughed and rubbed your back as you led her to the baby room, where Yoonjae was sleeping soundly. After checking him, the two of you stepped out.
“Alright, I’m here on baby duty. Go back to getting ready.” She shooed you away. You went back to the main bedroom where your make up artist and hair stylist was waiting for you.
“Calm down, mama.” Dr Yu patted your shoulders.
“I can’t!” You were so jittery. The hair stylist continued curling and styling your hair while the make up artist finished your eyeshadow.
“You’ll be fine. Don’t worry, you’re psyching yourself out.” Dr Lee chuckled, sipping her champagne with Dr Yu.
“We bought a non alcoholic one for you.” She handed you a glass of alcohol free sparkling juice. You couldn’t drink since you were still breastfeeding Yoonjae and you weren’t going to risk something happening to a child because you were careless, no matter what the occasion was. You sipped the cold liquid, the bubbles helping you calm down.
“I’m so glad I have you two.” You sighed happily.
“We’ve got your back.” The two laughed.
“Look who is awake, mama?” Head nurse Park came in with a half asleep Yoonjae. Yoonjae was never a baby that really cried much, which you were very thankful for.
“Hello, angel.” You took Yoonjae into your arms. He rested his cheek on your shoulder, yawning sleepily.
“He really is Yoongi’s son.” Dr Yu shook her head with a smile. Yoonjae loved napping, especially with his father. The two were really carbon copies.
“Let’s get you changed.” You handed Yoonjae over to head nurse Park and went into the big bathroom with Dr Yu and Dr Lee. They unzipped the dress and helped you stepped in.
“Absolutely stunning.” The two smiled softly at you. You turned around to see your reflection in the mirror and felt tears well up in your eyes.
“No crying! You’ll ruin your make up and we’ll have to redo it!” Dr Lee laughed as she grabbed a tissue to dab under your eyes gently. You laughed through your tears. Not once did you ever imagine that you would be here, standing at where you currently were..
“Is she ready?” You heard a new voice and held your dress up, going out.
“Mom.” You greeted her and she turned to face you. Seeing you all dolled up with your hair and make up in your stunning dress made her feel emotional too. And your mother was never one to really show emotions.
“Beautiful.” She held your shoulders to take a good look at you. You hugged her, wrapping your arms around her.
“You’ve really grown so much. I am proud of you and what you’ve become.” Your mother said.
“Really?” You felt another round of tears come.
“I don’t show it but I am so proud of you. Look at what a beautiful family you have.” She lightly kissed your cheek. From head nurse Park’s arms, Yoonjae reached out, wanting to be held by his grandmother. Your mother chuckled and held the child in her arms, cradling him gently, just like how she used to do it with you when you were Yoonjae’s age.
“No more tears.” She smiled at you.
“I’m only here because of you.” You knew what hardships your mother had to go through when your dad left without a trace. Even if you two never really expressed emotions, you were still very grateful for her.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
“Who is it?” Dr Yu went to the door.
“No! I told you 7 that you’re not allowed to be here!” You heard her scolding and you already knew that it must have been the boys at the door.
“I just want to know if my son is okay.” You distinctively heard Yoongi’s voice.
“He is fine, in good hands. His mother and grandmother are here to look after him. You can see him after the ceremony. Now shoo! Go back to your wing!” She came back in, slamming the door in their faces. You threw your head back in laughter at her actions.
“We have to go soon too.” Dr Lee checked her watch.
“Stay with halmeoni, baby.” You kissed Yoonjae’s cheeks, laughing when you saw the sparkle from your lip gloss on his skin. Quickly, you grabbed a wet wipe to get it off.
“Let’s go!” Dr Yu and Dr Lee slung arms with you. You nodded your head and wore your shoes.
You stepped out but stopped outside the double doors. Your mother stood by your side with Yoonjae in her arms. He blinked in confusion, eyes shifting from side to side and you just melted at how adorable he was.
“They’re in position.” Dr Lee peeked into the doors. You were jumpy and just couldn’t breathe properly with your heart pounding against your chest. You couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Of course, you had planned this with the boys a year ago and did a count down but you still felt that you didn’t have time to mentally prepare yourself.
“You’ll be fine, dear. Calm down.” Your mother chuckled.
“I just can’t believe it’s happening. What if we moved too fast? Are we being too rash?” You panicked.
“Rash? You do know your mother is holding your son right? Those men there love you to death and they’ll never regret anything so you don’t have to worry. Stop scaring yourself.” Dr Yu told you.
“You’re right.” You side eyed Yoonjae, who was blinking at you.
“I’m ready.” You took a deep breath. The doors opened and Dr Yu walked in front of you with Dr Lee, each holding their own bouquets. You walked behind them, holding your mother’s arm as she held Yoonjae. Yoonjae just looked bored at this point.
“Absolutely gorgeous.” The 7 boys thought as they stood at the end of the aisle in their suits, waiting for you.
The wait was definitely worth it, seeing your ethereal beauty. They were not allowed to see your dress, to see what you looked like. This was the first time this whole day that they were seeing you in your dress.
“Hi.” You said shyly as you faced them.
“Hey.” They greeted back, speechless from your beauty. Your cheeks heated up and you had to fan yourself slightly.
“You may not exchange your vows with one another.” The officiant stepped aside to give all of you space. You all faced each other.
“Snowflake.”
“Kitten.”
“Petal.”
“My love.”
“Angel.”
“Jagi.”
“Beautiful.”
They all started their vows with your pet names, just like how they started when they first proposed to you at your new house.
“I guess I’m first. You know I’m not one to openly talk about love like that but the first thing I have to say is, thank you, kitten. Not only did you save my life, but you also opened my heart. You healed me and my wounds. When you first brought me home, never did I think we would all be standing here. Now, we have our beautiful first born, Yoonjae. It’s an honour being your first hybrid.” Yoongi said.
The two of you turned to Yoonjae, who was now smiling at you.
“Snowflake, there’s just so much to say. You say that I’m someone you know you can count on. Well, I feel that way with you. I know that you’ll always be there for me, for us. When things grew dark in my life, you were the light that constantly guided me.” Jin smiled.
“Jagi, if you didn’t help me that night at the diner, I may not even be here. You took me, a stray, into your home just like that. You granted me shelter, you gave me a home.” Taehyung kept his short and sweet, worried he may cry.
“I wasn’t there when you first met me. But I know, for sure, that I would have died that night if you didn’t save me. Even when I was angry with the world, you were always patient with me. You protected me and showed me what real love was.” Namjoon grinned, his dimple popping out.
“(y/n), you were the angel in my life. I was scared of the outside world. No matter what happened, you have never judged me. You were always there to encourage me and love me. Even when you were in pain, you put me before yourself.” Jimin said.
“My petal. I think if Yoongi hyung never found me that night, I never would have met you. I’m grateful for that. You love me for who I am. You give me the courage to be myself. You never made us feel unloved or abandoned.” Hoseok spoke.
“I was so horrible to you when we first met. I was just so angry but you never gave up on me, not once did you show any frustration. You were so loving, patient and kind, and you still are. When I came to you, you didn’t push me away like I did to you. Instead, you hugged me and let me cry on your shoulder.” Jungkook teared up.
You were sure that you were a crying mess at this point. Jin cooed and leaned in to wipe your tears.
“Breathe, my love.” Namjoon had a patient smile on his face.
“Never did I once imagine that I would be standing here, getting married to all of you. From the night I met Yoongi, to right now, I have never felt even an ounce of regret from meeting all of you.
You have all come so far and I am so proud of you. I’m grateful you let me stay by your side through each of your own journeys. You’re here today because of your own efforts and strong wills to get better and get to this point, you guys should give yourself more credit. It’s not all me.
We’ve been through a lot but I think that’s what makes us closer. I can’t wait for what life has installed for us but we’ll do it all together.” You said.
The officiant carried on with the ceremony.
“Do you take (y/n) (y/l/n) to be your lawfully wedded wife?” He turned to the 7 hybrid boys.
“I do.” They said in unison.
“Do you take these 7 men to be your lawfully wedded husbands?” He turned to you. You gulped and nodded your head.
“I do.” You said.
“You may now exchange rings.” They had their silver bands on while you had your diamond ring on your finger. You share a small kiss with each of them to end the ceremony. The crowd cheered and clapped for you as the 8 of you stepped out of the wedding hall.
“You’re officially ours.” The boys shared looks and pulled you into their group hug. You laughed, letting your tears fall. Taehyung was quick to wipe them up.
“Come here, Yoonjae.” You carried him into your arms and Yoonjae rubbed his face into your neck. Yoongi rubbed his son’s back.
“We love you.” The boys said.
“I love you all too.” You smiled softly.
“If we didn’t already mention, you look beautiful, snowflake. The dress is definitely made for you.” Jin held your hands in his and you blushed slightly, not used to the compliments.
“You all look rather dashing yourselves.” You giggled. Yoonjae began to whine, probably sleepy and wanting to take his nap.
“I’ll take over.” Yoongi carried Yoonjae and stepped aside to a more quiet area to soothe his son and put him to sleep. Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek.
“I was so nervous.” You told them honestly.
“Afraid we would run away?” Jungkook teased and you blushed.
“Well, if it was any consolation, we were afraid that you would run away. That when those doors opened, there would be no one standing there.” Hoseok gently patted your head and you laughed. It was some comfort that the boys were fearing the same thing that you were fearing. I guess, you could call it a match made in heaven them.
“We would never run away from you.” Jimin gently cupped your cheeks.
“Yeah, you’re kinda stuck with us for life.” Taehyung held your hand with your wedding band, running his thumb over it.
“There’s nothing I would want more.” You confessed, playing along with their cheesy, flirty attitude. Turning your head, you saw that Yoonjae had quickly fallen asleep in Yoongi’s arms.
“But seriously, my love. There was nothing for you to worry about. You are absolutely perfect. It would be crazy of us not to wed you.” Namjoon consoled.
“I know, it’s was just my nerves getting the best of me.” You smiled.
“Well, it’s your wedding day so enjoy yourself. We’ve got baby duty taken care of.” Jin gestured to Yoonjae.
“But it’s all of your wedding day too. We should all be enjoying it together. We can share baby duty. And Yoonjae is the easiest baby to care for. We’re married now, we have to share everything, including baby duties. Or did you forget that?” You giggled as you nudged him.
“Oh right, I nearly forgot. Thanks for the reminder.” Jin winked. You burst out laughing and hugged him.
“I haven’t scolded you guys for making me sob up there! What was with those vows, are you all trying to kill me? And you guys were the ones that made me promise no emotional vows.” You crossed your arms.
“Yeah, we made you promise no emotional vows. We never promised anything.” Jungkook raised his eyebrows.
“Well played, Jeon.” You playfully glared at him.
“Time for pictures!” Dr Yu and Dr Lee, your bridesmaids, called all of you. Your mother helped hold a sleeping Yoonjae.
“Say cheese!” You stood in the middle of all your boys as the photographer snapped the picture.
Everything just felt right. It had been right since the beginning but this just made it all that real, it made it official. You’re all tied together by the strings of fate and nothing was ever going to separate you from your boys. From this point on, you knew your family was just going to grow with your love for one another.
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Are Iida's legs okay?? (Iida quirk hc)
• If he punctured his engine would it heal or would he weld it?
If it's a biological thing, which I think I should assume it is since it grows out of him, then it would heal.
What if it's a Bakugou thing, like how Bakugou doesn't sweat nitroglycerin, he sweats nitroglycerin like sweat. What if it's not metal, it's just a metal-like skin.
Wait is Testutestu actually metal or is it hardened skin like metal?
I bet he isn't sure if it would heal or he'd need to weld it and this keeps this man up at night. He asked Midoriya his opinion but Midoruya just mumbled to himself for hours until he was distracted because it is now midnight and Iida asked him at lunch.
• Those are blue flames we see coming from those engines are known to go into overheat and to my knowledge, he has normal skin around that so that would hurt right??
THE NERVE DAMAGE THIS MAN MUST HAVE???
He has insanely high pain tolerance to deal with this stuff and it's really a detriment. He can get stabbed in the leg and not know unless he looks down because he legit just doesn't feel anything.
He has a bunch of scars around his calves too from scrapes he didn't really think were that deep, so when he thought they were healed enough he'd pick the scab off thinking the skin was grown fine underneath it but no. Picking the scab makes it look like a murder scene with all the blood. That was an interesting night when he had to explain why he had blood on his hands to Tensei who walked in on him by the sink.
• And how does fuel work?? again those are B L U E and purple flames! you need a lot of fuel and gas for that stuff?
Wiki says "he drinks orange juice as a source of fuel for his Quirk, while carbonated drinks make him stall" so it's like Momo's quirk but then what the fuck is his stomach doing?? (Also why doesn't he have Orange Juice or capri suns on hand then??? Give him compartments in his suit for orange juice if that is his literal fuel????)
Poor doctors in mha, 1. Mutant quirks change anatomy so much, the organs have to change too, so things are probably never in the same place, and what if they find a new organ then don't know what is or why it's there?? Same goes for emitter quirks, different things are gonna be different specialised to each individual, AND TRANSFORMATION QUIRKS. DOES IT ALL CHANGE?? DO ORGANS AND BONES AND STUFF ALL JUST CHANGE?? WHAT IF THEY NEED TO GO SURGERY BUT THE DOCTORS DONT KNOW WTF THEYRE LOOKING AT??
• He's a try hard nerd jock so I bet he chugged gasoline one time to see if it would make him run faster.
I bet he did all the maths, all the equations and probabilities, and he still drank it. Tesei saw, took pictures and hangs them up around the house to forever use as blackmail.
• Back on about the Orange juice thing, if the fuel is made of that, then does he leave CO2 or nah? Does it smell of Oranges? Is it a nice smell? Is he just a walking fragrencer?
Because it would be warm oranges because y'know it's fire. Would that smell good? are there fumes with it too? is it like flatulence and oranges? because you do need gas for those blue flames.
Iida has been around the smoke from his engines all his life so he's gone nose-blind toward it and no one gives him a straight answer when he asks if it smells of anything. Uraraka said burnt marshmallows, Tensei (who is also nose-blind to it) said pineapple, Izuku took a whiff and got high. No one is allowed to purposefully whiff it anymore.
• This man needs more leg support damn. That much thrust from his calves can not be good for his knees. I know he's grown up with it so he's used to it, and he either has the strongest knees in existence from all that endurance or his knees dislocate every other time he uses his quirk.
He has so much joint pain. He wants to get a walking stick for his joint pain and it confuses villains because they think that must mean he's out of commission but no, he can easily withstand the pain, the cane just helps. And can also be used as a weapon. The aesthetic bastard probably makes it look like a sword to match his aesthetic.
• Speaking of aesthetic, he saw Denki playing portal 2 one time and saw the characters long fall boots and instantly fell in love with them (he wants to commission Mei to make them but is honestly too scared to,)
He runs so quickly, if he goes up a ramp he will go flying and when he lands, having those kind of boots to cushion the fall wouldhelp exponentially. Also it'll make him even taller and I'm all for that. They also fit his aesthetic!
• More speaking of his aesthetic. I get the whole knight shtick is a family thing and it is also very endearing. But the wind drag. Wind resistance isn't really a problem for us because we go at human speed. He goes at human speed but the human has engines in his legs. That much clunky armour is good for protection especially to cushion the blow if he messes up a run and crashes into something and it's also good for blunt force trauma for up close attacks but there is gonna be so much wind drag. He already has enough speed where it doesn't matter too much if he is dragged just a little bit but I imagine wind drag could mess up balance and stuff. And here's where I'm torn, because he's a rich kid who is proud of his family so wants to carry on the tradition, same hero name, same hero aesthetic, same stuff like that, but should that really go above functionality? I'm not saying to minimise wind resistance he should wear a leotard or speedo or something with no armour like that, and idk the materials used, but that armour looks heavy.
He has so much inner turmoil about this. He always has an identity crisis when this is brought up.
• This bitch's metabolism tho. Orange juice is one fuel, what are the others? whatever they are, he should be eating a lot of it because that stuff gets burnt up so quick. He wouldn't be chubby, because all of his running, and he already looks like a big sturdy guy, I'm just saying, for efficiency, he should look like how Russian Women Who Fight Bears, or a Viking, that kinda physique, strong as hell, big and sturdy.
• He should have prescription goggles instead of glasses. Or. Y'know. CONTACT LESNES. SO YOU DONT HAVE TO WORRY. ABOUT YOUR GLASSES BREAKING. OR FALLING OFF WHEN YOU ZOOM. But I do understand it's for the nerd-jock trope. Guess he cares about aesthetic more than functionality 😔 but goggles can keep wind out your eyes if tho. He looks like a lovable doofus either way.
Uraraka recommends contact lenses since he forgot those existed.
He cries that day. But he was wearing the goggles so the tears kinda just stayed there.
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Utopia Lies (Part 1: Wreckage)
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku X Reader
Characters (in this part): Villain! Reader and Prohero! Midoriya Izuku
Tw: Car accident
A/n: Hello everybody! I AM BACK WITH A NEW MINI SERIES!! After taking a long break from writing to enjoy my summer holiday, I am here again with a long awaited project that I teased a while back :)
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(Why did it end this way?)
Knuckles, strained themselves under the tight pressure of the person controlling them, gripping the slick carbon-fibre steering wheel.
Though the pain- both mentally and physical- was easily ignored by the tinted driver’s seat window rolling down to allow fresh air, from the empty fields decorated with wildflowers and the camouflaged clouds, to bellow across sensitive flesh features and comb through tear-soaked lashes paired with sore eyelids that dried up like a desert, with a lifeless emotion sinking into the colour of your two orbs.
Tyres dipped into small forming puddles and shook the excess water off to the overgrown shrubbery that made up the curb of the road.
Holding the clutch pedal down, an achy hand reached out for the gear stick to manoeuvre it into the 5th gear.
When retracting the achy hand back to the wheel as the foot, on the accelerator, pushed down further, the engine reeved itself up and created louder noise within the silent atmosphere.
Though you shouldn’t have done that.
Especially when turning a sharp corner and the four-by-four’s wheels emitted a high-pitched screech.
It was in the moment, even though you were secure in a plush seat, that a gust of air harshly hoisted you upwards- causing your limbs to escape from where they previously laid to become a jumbled mess.
Let’s just say, you were out for the count.
(How could you do this to yourself?)
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“Deku! You’ve finally arrived!”
The scene was a familiar sight to see, yet highly unanticipated at the same time. With police officers looking around the area to find any more hints of why this could’ve happened, the fire and rescue team on hand were awaiting the ambulance and keeping an eye on the vehicle in case anything else happens.
Yet…
“Hey! Sorry I’m late, getting to this place was a bit hectic.”
Scratching the backside of his neck, the glistening ground was slippery to walk across as rubber soles made their acquittance to the concrete.
“What happened here?” A familiar car laid slanted in the hedgerow with lines splattered across transparent glass. The pro-hero is internally swearing that he recognises this car, but… its like he can’t think of why he recognises it.
With one of the officers detailing him how it was “A car accident” with “no passengers in sight”, there was little that they could investigate besides the number plate and DNA samples from the seats and stirring wheel.
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.
Flickering illuminations shone down as two pairs of footsteps echoed across used-to-be clean navy-blue tiles- which are now muddled with dirt and grime washed over and in between the cracks of said tiles- but with heroes and police officers racing or walking down this particular hallway on most days, its dull and quiet for a Saturday evening when crime is usually at its highest.
“One of the officers said you recognised the vehicle, is that right Deku?” The detective announced out of nowhere, catching Izuku off guard and opening a can of worms that both of them didn’t expect to be opened tonight.
“Yep, it’s correct.” The folder that was being held in Izuku’s hand was slightly crinkled at the edge of its cheap paper base.
“That was (y/n)’s—there’s no doubt about it.” The detailing of the stirring wheel, material of the seats, and finally, the paint job that was done on the car—Izuku knew from the bottom of his heart that it was your car.
But what was strange is that there was nobody in the car when the officers caught up to the dead-end of the speed race.
Did somebody steal your car or was it all a scene to throw him off guard?
Everybody knows what your like, even he does, so why is your sudden disappearance a surprise to him when he arrives at the crime scene?
More or less, why does the sudden activity from your rouge motives bring back the last conversation he had with you?
“Where have you been?” Was something you didn’t expect to hear. But the frustration preceded the speaker’s hero-persona into something more personal.
Especially after a languid Sunday night patrol when the tattered body suit clung for dear life against dirt ridden sticky skin and bruises that are going to hurt tenfold the morning after.
Turning yourself to the direction of the sound was Izuku holding a cup of coffee paired with furrowed green eyebrows. If it helps, then imagine the faux glow of the moon glazing his stern, hinged shut jaw clenched together with an intense gaze, that even villains would shiver under, glaring at you when the soft brr of your coffee machine begins to filter out small brown caffeinated granules into a plastic jug.
Motioning to your clothes and replying to his comment by saying “I’ve been at work.” Did not ease the intension between the pair.
Hearing a light tut be released from those thin lips of his, Izuku took a sip from the steaming caffeinated drink before setting it down on a nearby counter.
“I saw your fight today.”
A light hum for the male to continue was released.
“I’m worried about you.”
Just when you were about to place the ceramic cup down, a light pause ensued.
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.
“I don’t know what your getting yourself worked up about—” You announced. “—there’s nothing wrong with me, I haven’t fainted yet.”
Blatantly, you knew there is something wrong with you.
“Then where the hell have you been, (y/n)?”
Grabbing the handle of the plastic pot, now filled with a deep brown liquid, the pro-hero was about to cautiously pour the steaming brew into their ceramic mug.
Taking a whiff of the aroma, the slight twitch of your nose alerted the rest of your battle worn body to enter another fight or flight mode.
“Nobody has been able to contact you for weeks—” A smash of clay had met the wall, where the singing liquid had splattered against the newly damaged wall and the male’s face.
“Shut up.” Rumbling anger bubbled threateningly in the pits of (y/n)’s chest.
“And take what I’m going to say as some advice for once.” Even if Izuku was the top boss of the hero world, you had always held a notorious reputation for making people piss in their pants.
“What—” Flabbergasted at your comment and how rudely you cut him off by saying “leave”, he takes his exit through the front door and never returns.
(Leaving you to wallow in your guilt as a text message from your phone pops up saying: “You made the right choice.”)
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Looking back into the distance, after the sirens had stopped with police evacuating the scene, there was a million miles of distance between that of the car wreck and your slightly ragged form.
But its all said and done.
The announcement of your status was released only a few days ago and now the whole country is on a hunt for you.
In reality, running away is not as exhilarating as it sounds- more so, its like the slow rise of suffocating humidity within the air.
With a soft rustling of vegetation alerting the run-away rouge, a hint of glossy blue eyes peeked through the shrubbery.
“And here I thought you’d never arrive.”
“Did I have a choice, though?”
(What brave words to say, I would be careful if I was you.)
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just like him.
⤅ pairings: erwin smith x reader
⤅ genre: lil angst? and fluff!
⤅ count: 4.3k
⤅ request: Okay i kno now!! Can I request for an Erwin x Reader fic wherein Erwin didn't know he have a son (a carbon copy of him!!) with reader 'coz she hide it since she wants Erwin to focus on his dream and humanity. But one day Erwin knew about his son and confronted reader about it! Hahahahha its still about erwin tho well im called erwin simp anon for a reasoooooon!!!😂😂 Also i imagine levi be like "I didnt kno your pull out game is that weak" 😂😂😂 fuhck
⤅ a/n: for my erwin simp,,, yesh,,, here you go !!! i hope u like it!!!!!! mwa mwa mwa!! ♡♡♡
If you were being honest with yourself, mornings before were something of a rarity to you. Mornings were the evenings— the hours when you will be walking home, quiet footsteps through the creaking floorboards in the apartment building, the hurried fishing for the keys as you craved for your bed. Two years after, mornings were filled with tears and frustration as you listened to the baby cry from the other room, while you cried yourself because all you want is sleep. Still, you flung yourself off of the bed, lighting a candle instinctively as you padded towards the crib where the baby immediately stopped crying at the sight of you.
Caz would coo at the feeling of your knuckles rubbing him on the cheeks while he nibbled on his fingers, his saliva getting everywhere on his pajamas but it didn’t matter to you. His blue eyes would calm you down, the tears of frustration gone as he babbled, his arms reaching out for you. He only wanted to be held, and you did so. You heaved him up, settling on the chair against the wall as you leaned on it. Caz held on to your shirt, immediately closing his eyes as he went to sleep holding you.
Now, mornings were made for you chasing around that rascal as he ran for his life around the little apartment.
Caz run his energy around, refusing to put on a shirt despite the great morning ahead. It was going to town day. He’s getting bigger, his clothes are getting smaller, his mittens are getting ragged, and his appetite is getting bigger as the days goes on. His heaving pants would be heard around the apartment as he finally settled on the small pile of toys.
You knelt down in front of him, unfolding his tiny shirt before him, as he watched with a toothy smile. Caz avoided your attempts of holding him, but he still clutched on your shirt just like before. And with that, you have successfully clothed your son.
“Fruits, new shirt, new scissors,” you listed as you inspected Caz’s long bangs as it covered his eyes. “Town day.”
“... day,” he repeated, snaking out of your hold as he played.
“Town day, Caz,” you rubbed on his cheeks as he minded his own business playing with the same toys you have gotten him over the two years. He babbled as he played, completely tuning you out while you brushed your trousers clean as you stood up. “We’ll go to town, let me just clean up. I’ll get you a new toy.”
Caz squeal loudly at the mentioned of toy, making you tear up as you felt sorry for having him leave him to the same toys ever since. “Maybe two.”
When he didn’t answer, you bent down again to kiss his forehead. “I’ll be back.”
The way to your room, or whenever you would be alone with yourself, you didn’t miss to think about him.
Two years before, it was a simple night-out as you treated yourself over a drink or two at the secluded bar deep into town. You weren’t expecting people because as much as you would like to scream about a promotion, all you want to do is rejoice quietly as your hard work finally got you a raise.
You weren’t expecting somebody to sit beside you, their voice low as they asked for a glass. You weren’t expecting to catch their attention as he introduced himself to you, his blue eyes capturing the way the waves in your heart crashed into yours, making your mouth run dry just at the sight of him. You weren’t expecting for him to talk to you all night, ideas bouncing all over, until he eventually made sure you got home safe as he walked you home.
But what could a little tea as a way to say thanks would end up?
It was the bodies tangled together, your legs wrapped around his waist as he hoisted you up against the door, his tongue entering yours, and like a hazy memory— it was the chests rising together, as he snuggled into the crook of your neck as he laid on top of you, riding out both of yours highs in a bliss while he whispered his name for the first time.
“Erwin,” he whispered against your skin, kissing the spot just below your ear, “Smith.”
After that, you expected for him to know his way out— but he stayed. He danced his calloused fingers over your skin, memorizing every part of you as he whispered about his days and days before that. He would peck your lips, while he listened to you mumble about yours. His eyes captured yours so intently that you felt you would drown immediately. The night felt so surreal that it feels like you’ve known him since forever as he anchored you to sleep, to only wake up with a half-written letter of his name and where he was.
The Survey Corps.
As brave as he was to be soldier, the complete opposite is you being the absolute coward.
“Erwin,” you whispered against the mirror as you buttoned up your blouse, glancing at his letter while you had it tucked on the edge of the mirror.
Caz’s hard footsteps as he walked up the stairs snapped you out of your memories as the toddler helped himself stand up with the help of the door, as his blue eyes anchored you to reality. The same eyes and hair— of what haunted your past. Erwin Smith.
“My darling,” you sighed as you heaved him up against your hip, as he clutched on your shirt, making your way outside of the apartment. “Town day? Right, Caz?”
Erwin would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t looking for you.
He has been.
Always at the same bar— but always leaving empty handed with no trace of you. At one point, he fought with himself if he should retrace his steps that would lead him to your apartment. When he couldn’t get over you, still, he found the front of your apartment building yet he left empty-handed because you don’t live them anymore. Among the number of people who are traveling, he couldn’t oversee everybody else.
Then his work has gotten demanding, more in need of him. Papers upon papers, ink bottles upon bottles, burnt out candles on his desk, made you just a sliver on his memory. Still, he has never craved so much for somebody else’s touch other than yours. He has never ached to hear somebody else’s voice but yours.
Erwin could still remember the night like it was yesterday. He was so unaware of the feeling that pools in his stomach, as his heart beat faster while you spoke softly against the night, turning your head every once in a while as the moonlight shone through your thin carpets, painting over you.
Despite being part of his memory, you eventually got pushed to the end, locking the memory of you as he focused on his work.
Erwin walked aimlessly around town, making stops at the stalls where he thinks of what to buy. He isn’t looking for much, he just found himself wanting to go for a walk as he was too cooped in his office, his mind aching for a change of scenery. He watched the people walk, the children chasing each other as their screams filled the plaza with never ending glee.
“Oh,” Erwin huffed as he felt somebody bump into his... leg. He felt their small hands clutch on to his leg as he watched the toddler help himself up. The little boy looked up, his eyes matching his own eyes, as he felt eerie about the situation. “What’s your name?”
The little boy only craned his neck up, moving backwards a little to see more of the tall man. Erwin did the child courtesy as he bent down, offering the boy a hand to shake. The boy only shook his finger, his whole hand clasped on Erwin’s as they locked eyes again. Erwin smiled at the strength of the kid’s grip on his finger as he asked, “Are you lost?”
“Caz.”
“Caz?”
“Me.”
“Your name is Caz,” Erwin said, brushing the kid’s pants as he stood up, holding the the little kid’s hand. “Where is your mother?”
They both stood there, looking at the people walking by, waiting for somebody to take the little kid. Erwin couldn’t help but glance down every so often to see the eerie similarities between the two of them. He knows that he isn’t the only man with blonde hair and blue eyes, but something about this child made the whole thing so familiar. Erwin looked down again, surprised that the kid was looking up— smiling, as he moved closer to Erwin’s leg. It felt too familiar, and he didn’t want to think of that one possibility because it will make him lose his mind.
A child? His child? Or was it just a child who looks so much like him?
It was a simple mistake. One look away from Caz and he’s off to run around the plaza, his laughter fading out while you focused on fishing out the wallet from your purse to see if you brought it with you. Your bag was filled with Caz’s toys because you know when it’s town day he wants to walk around with one toy, and one of his small towels because it’ll get hotter as the day goes by and you don’t want him sweaty, and one or two little pieces of bread just in case he gets hungry because he didn’t eat— and it makes you cry because you only looked away for one damned second and he is gone.
“Caz?” You shouted, hurriedly walking towards the plaza where children were running around. “Caz!”
You quickly assessed the children as you walked, but none of them were Caz. He’s blonde for fuck’s sake, and he’s wearing a dark blue sweater and he’s probably scared because he doesn’t like strangers and he could be crying— but, oh.
“Oh! Caz!” You ran towards him, knowing from the back of his head that it was him because he stands a different way and your feet immediately rushes to him because you know it was him, and you’re correct.
“I’m so sorry! I only looked away, and he was gone, and I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry, are you okay?” You turned Caz around by the shoulders as he only smiled in response, letting go of the person’s hand as he clutched on your shirt, snuggling to the crook of your neck, while you brushed his hair. You glanced up to the man in a hurry, shame eating you, feeling worst. “Thank you! I… I only looked for one second, I… thank you.”
Erwin couldn’t feel the ground underneath him as he glanced at the woman clutching the kid before him. It’s…
“It’s you.”
You stopped brushing Caz’s back, finally hearing the person speak. How could you forget about that voice? You glanced up, sighing deeply as you looked at the man. Him. How could you forget about him?
“Erwin,” you whispered, standing up to heave Caz up to your hip. Erwin stared at the boy in your arms, then at yours. You watched his mouth open and close, while you nodded.
Erwin moved a little closer, offering his hand against towards Caz with wonder if he… “Is he my son?”
“His name is Caz,” you breathed shakily, nodding as you bounced him in your arms. You watched how Caz clutched Erwin’s hand, smiling once more. “He’s two years old… I… We…”
“That night,” Erwin whispered, letting go of Caz’s hand as he stared at you. He doesn’t understand— he does understand, but why was it kept a secret. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was scared,” you licked your lips, stepping backwards as you placed Caz back on his feet. You couldn’t meet Erwin’s blue eyes or else you’ll break down because this wasn’t how you wanted him to know. You didn’t even know if you wanted him to know. But you were thankful that it did happen— you were just unsure of how he’ll react. “I’m sorry.”
“You could have told me,” Erwin ruffled Caz’s hair, smiling down at the boy. His smile went away when he looked at you. “I left you where I was and my name.”
“I know,” you whispered, clearing your throat. “I was scared.”
Erwin understood. He was also scared. He is scared. He came to walk down the plaza with nothing but to just walk— and not to come back as a father. He realized why it was so familiar with Caz and how the kid stuck close to him because he might’ve understood too.
Erwin nodded, fiddling with his hands. He has finally found you. And perhaps, he wasn’t meaning to see you like this, it was better than not seeing you ever. He looked at you, really looked at you, feeling his own mind click and heart thump faster. You must’ve been scared, taking care of him. You must’ve been tired— and he realized that by the bags under your eyes despite your smile as you cooed at his son. His.
“Is it too late?” Erwin asked, patting Caz’s back to make him look at him. He watched you raise a brow, protectively turning around as you listened. “I want to be there.”
“It will be nice for him to grow up with a father,” you said quietly.
“Okay,” Erwin nodded, offering a hand to you. He doesn’t know why he did it, but he felt enormous pride in himself when you shook his hand. And it was like he’s back two years ago.
How could he ever forget about you.
He looked for you everywhere and you’re finally right before his eyes, plus one.
Erwin smiled, loosening his shirt by the collar as he pointed towards town. There must be a reason why you were here, so he assumed you have to do something.
“Should I join— may I join you two?” He asked, placing his hands inside his pockets as you nodded.
“Town day-,”
“Town day!” Caz repeated, squealing as he jumped on his feet.
“Town day,” you said, brushing Caz’s hair. “We were going to get some fruits, a new shirt for him, scissors to get his hair cut, and a toy. Some mittens too.”
Erwin followed your steps beside him, watching you heave Caz up multiple times as you stopped by a few stalls to get what you needed. He stopped behind you, playing with Caz from behind as he reached for him multiple times— but you held on to him tightly. Caz smiled and babbled, while Erwin wiped his saliva away to not let it drop to your neck and shirt.
“I’m just going to buy apples,” you turned around, catching Erwin in an act as he smiled widely. He cleared his throat, straightening himself as he wiped his hands on his shirt. He blushed slightly, while you only chuckled softly in return, “I’ll be back.”
“Can I hold him?”
You turned around, looking back at Caz and Erwin, while you thought to yourself. Should you? Should you give him to Erwin? He only moved closer, hands reaching for Caz while he squirmed out of your touch, immediately reaching for his father.
“Hold on to his legs,” you instructed, brows furrowing as you held Erwin’s hand to position it over Caz.
“I know how to hold a child,” Erwin cooed, bouncing Caz on his arms. Everything felt so natural to him, as he looked at his own son’s eyes— feeling the whole world into them. “I got it.”
When Erwin watched you hesitate to go, he pushed you gently, suppressing his smile, “Go. We’ll be here.”
Erwin followed you at that point, everywhere— carrying Caz in his arms as you stopped stalls by stalls, buying whatever Caz needs.
“Get two shirts,” Erwin added as he watched you get one for Caz. He pushed one white sweater in your hands as you only stared at him. He knew you were going to protest as he scrambled to get his wallet but he quickly paid the merchant. “Buy one for you too.”
“Are you telling me I have an ugly shirt?” You joked quietly, reaching for the merchant’s bag as he handed your toddler’s new clothes.
“No! No! I...” Erwin scrambled to get his words right but you only squeezed his arm to get to calm down. Caz was peacefully sleeping on his chest, embarrassed that your baby’s sleeping too peacefully, now that there was a big wet spot on Erwin’s shirt. He looked at where you were looking, your cheeks tingeing in embarrassment, “It’s okay, he’s sleeping.”
“I was joking,” you smiled, pulling him towards the next stall— Caz’s favorite stall. The toys section. You turned around, walking towards the both of them, going on your toes to reach up to Caz. He snuggled closer to Erwin, his eyes fluttering open to look at you. “My darling, let’s go buy your toy.”
Immediately, Caz squirmed out of Erwin’s arms as he kicked his legs making Erwin grunt as he placed his son back to the ground, watching him ran gleefully to the stall while you followed quickly. Erwin caught up, going behind you as you bent down to help Caz pick. Erwin felt like he wanted to buy every single toy as Caz graced his toothy smile towards everything he has laid his eyes on.
“What does he want?” Erwin asked quietly beside you, pulling your hair behind your back as you whipped your head towards him.
“He likes everything,” you smiled at him, shrugging at Erwin while he chuckled.
“That’ll be a problem.”
Both of you watched Caz pick toys out, finally buying him with more than you wanted as Erwin paid for the extra two you promised to buy Caz. Erwin clutched Caz in his arms as he carried a bag on the other, as you lead him towards the new apartment that was just close by. Erwin couldn’t believe that you lived here when he has been walking by the building numerous times trying to look for you. He shook it off, finally realizing that you’re here now.
“It’s up here,” you motioned upstairs, finding for the key as you walked up the stairs. Erwin bounced the sleeping Caz on his arms again, following you up the stairs. “You got it?”
“Yes,” Erwin whispered, stopping behind you as you pushed the door to welcome him to the apartment. He saw the pile of toys in the middle, few books together while you placed the bags on top of the table while you arranged them. “Where should I put him?”
“Caz is still sleeping?” You whispered, taking off of your shoes as you closed the door behind him. Erwin placed the bag on the floor, bending down to show you his sleeping son. “I’ll have him.”
“Can I?” Erwin asked quietly, as he stared down at you. He watched you finally relax with the thought of him carrying Caz as you nodded. He listened to you point where and what blanket he needs to sleep— even the toy Caz wants to sleep with. The smallest things you know about your son and he wants to know every single detail.
Once he got Caz on his bed, swaddling him with his blanket and placing the toy around his arm, he quietly exited. He stood in the middle, unsure of what to do next— but he wants to do more. He watched you flit towards things you needed to fix, the cushion and the sheets, and the new things from town.
You didn’t realize he was helping you when you felt him pass by you, a hand on your back as he helped. You tucked your hair behind your ear, “It’s okay. You don’t need to help...”
“Let me,” Erwin insisted, quickly catching on the things you were doing.
Both of you moved quietly, stopping when the floors would creak, and both of your chuckles echo in the living room as he stepped on that same spot. The kettle whistled in the kitchen, and you hurriedly stepped towards it with Erwin following softly.
You leaned on the countertops, breathing deeply now that you have him alone. You turned your head to him when you felt his hands on your shoulders, massaging gently making you close your eyes. You clutched on his hands, turning your whole body around as you stared at him.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized again, sighing, as you clasped your hands together. “I should’ve looked for you.”
“I looked for you,” Erwin mused, pulling away as he sat on the dining chair, watching you grab two mugs from the cabinet. “I passed by this building so many times, not knowing that you lived here.”
“You must’ve not look well,” you snickered, pouring out the tea before him. You pulled on the chair before him, sharing a cup of tea with him.
Just like before.
Erwin smiled as you leaned on to the chair, your hand tapping gently on to the table. He reached for your hand, pulling on your finger as he looked for your attention. He wants this, he wants sitting down on the table, feeling a different kind of exhaustion from chasing his son around, he wants sipping his tea, hushed conversations to not wake the small human next door.
“Caz found me.”
You couldn’t help it.
You remembered Erwin as someone who is serious, just like two years ago— and yes it was just one night, but you didn’t expect him to say that. Even Erwin looked embarrassed and you only curled your fingers with his, tugging on his hand as he hooked his on yours. He tried to squint his eyes at you, hiding his smile and the laughter erupting from his chest but you were the one to boom.
Your laughter colored the room, hand muffling your lips as your chest shook while Erwin grinned, nibbling on his lip as he watched you become a laughing mess before him— blushing as how corny it must’ve sound like, and from the corner of his eyes, he watched Caz clutched the blanket and his toy as he rubbed his eyes wondering what the commotion was all about.
Caz walked beside you, holding your hand and his toy as the base intimidated him. He knew that he was supposed to be serious, so he placed his big boy scowl as he watched the big soldiers walk pass him, waving their hands at him— but he didn’t break. He did, and he hid in embarrassment from the attention.
You were looking for Erwin. It was your first time in the base once Erwin found you months ago, and you finally found the courage to look for him. It was supposed to be a surprise, but you have been walking around for five minutes, unsure of where his office might be.
“Oh! Excuse me,” you tapped their shoulder, their whole body turning to see who owned the unfamiliar voice. “Do you happen to know where Erwin’s office is?”
“Erwin?” The small man in front of you, glanced down at the child who was smiling at him. The black haired man found it himself to smile back as small as it is, as you watch his eyes flutter towards your son and yours. His grey eyes blinked, surprise coloring his face for a hot second.
“Yes, Erwin Smith?” You explained, holding Caz’s hand in comfort because you were scared. “I... We got lost, so...”
“Just down the hallway. His door’s the third on the right.” He explained, crossing his arms as he watched the boy cooed on your leg.
“Great, thank you,” you nodded, smiling nervously as you followed his instructions. You turned to the hallway, and immediately regretting it. You turned around, stunned that the man is still staring at you, “I forgot to ask your name!”
“Levi,” he said loudly, making sure it reaches you.
Levi pursed his lips, the cogs in his head working as he put two and two together. He looked more at the smaller human next to you, amazed at how much he looks just like Erwin.
“Thank you, Levi!” You called out, tugging on Caz’s hand softly as you walked towards the hallway.
Once you two reached his door, you bent down to Caz, fixing his shirt while he tapped on the wooden door.
“You have to be quiet, okay,” you whispered, kissing your son’s cheeks as he squirmed away, hurriedly reaching for the doorknob. “It’s a surprise for your father.”
It was far from quiet as you knocked on Erwin’s door, and hearing his response.
It was far from it.
Caz squealed right away, screeching for his father as Erwin pushed his chair away, quickly bending down to meet his Caz’s reaching arms, blowing raspberries into his chubby cheeks as he clutched on to his shirt. He heaved him up to his hip, kissing his nose as Caz found glee in touching his father’s cheeks— stretching them while Erwin turned to you.
You laughed at the scene, walking up to them, squeezing Erwin’s arm as you reached for him. Your lips found his, despite how funny he looked, courtesy by his own son. Still, Erwin kissed you back, placing an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him.
Erwin wants this. His heart swelled at the thought of you, relishing how good the last few months were with you. He wants this, and he’s thankful that you let him.
It was his turn to laugh. He opened his eyes, pecking your lips as he muffled his laughter with your lips. He couldn’t believe what came out of your mouth, as you kissed him back and your son in his arms while Erwin tugged you any closer.
“Found you.”
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pairing: dad!johnny storm x reader
word count: 2399
summary: despite having a baby boy together, you and johnny don’t have the most conventional relationship.
themes: family life, fluff, romance, smut, lactation kink
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“So you guys are still… just friends.” Your best friend Madison looks at you with an arched brow, and you laugh as you take a sip of your drink. “Yup.” You affirm, and you see her exchange glances with your other friend, Leah. “Just friends… who have a baby together.” Madison states, the corner of her lips barely tugging upwards with amusement. You laugh again, making a face. “Can you stop? It just… it works for us, okay? Isn’t this better than him having left altogether and making me be a single mom? Besides, it’s more of an… open relationship kind of deal. I mean, he’s pretty sweet and lovey-dovey with me, you know? And we still sleep together. With protection.” You quickly add seeing the looks on your friends’ faces, though you can understand why they’re so skeptical and wary.
You and Johnny have never had a conventional relationship. You went from best friends to friends with benefits to admitting you had feelings for each other but also acknowledging neither of you were ready for a committed relationship. You had always been a bit too independent for your own good, and Johnny, well… he was Johnny. He was girl crazy, and he was too scared to be exclusive with only one- and you were absolutely fine with that.
And then he accidentally knocked you up. Finding out you were pregnant changed your entire life overnight. You had always wanted to be a mom, but you had never imagined it would happen like this. There was a lot of anxiety, tears, and heart-to-hearts with your best friends before you finally brought yourself to tell Johnny what had happened. At first, he was simply shocked. He told you he needed time to process, and you didn’t hear from him for about two weeks. It had been an awful time considering you were still stressing out about what to do with the pregnancy- when you assumed Johnny would simply never talk to you again, he suddenly came to your front door, telling you he was ready. He valued your friendship above anything else, and he was willing to take a part in the baby’s life if you were.
Now here you are, over a year later, proud mom to your baby boy Blaise Franklin Storm. Going through the pregnancy with Johnny by your side had its ups and downs, but it was actually quite shocking how supportive he was considering what an arrogant and sometimes juvenile playboy he could be. Now, the two of you practically act like a couple as it is, but it’s still not exclusive. Johnny’s free to do what he wants and you are as well, as long as both of you keep Blaise as priority- which isn’t difficult, considering the two of you are practically in love with him.
“An open relationship? Has he even slept with anyone recently?” Leah questions in amusement, crossing her arms. “Everytime you Snapchat or call us, Johnny’s there in the background. He’s practically attached to your hip, I’m surprised he’s not here right now.” You laugh softly, raising a brow. “Because he’s at home taking care of our son. You know, just a slightly important responsibility.” Madison scoffs, shaking her head to herself. “Are you really this blind, Y/N? This is Johnny we’re talking about. He wouldn’t have even known how to take care of a pet rock before Blaise came along, nor would he have even wanted to have one with a girl. Now he’s like, Dad of the Year. He obviously has feelings for you.” Leah immediately nods in agreement. “There’s no way he’d do something like this for just any friend of his. I see the way he looks at Blaise, and you, for that matter. He’s just lying to himself about his feelings.”
You want to brush off their ridiculous theories, but now that you think of it, he really hasn’t slept with another girl recently. Sure, he goes out partying and clubbing every now and then, but for the most part, he always comes back home to you after. Still, you shake your head as you finish your drink. “It’s fine, guys, really. I like the way our relationship is now. There’s no pressure, we’re good to each other, and we have the cutest baby in the world. Besides, both of us do better with the whole “no-strings-attached” thing, you know?” you said with a shrug, “So I want to keep it that way.”
“Um, I’m pretty sure your son is a pretty damn big string,” Madison replies, and you laugh, nudging her elbow. “You know what I meant! I mean the non-exclusive thing. Look, having a boyfriend isn’t my priority right now, and having a girlfriend isn’t his. We’re just… living. Raising a baby, having sex, you know… just… friend things.” You keep your face as straight as possible while your friends give you a look, before the three of you start cracking up. “Okay, okay, I know it’s weird.” You admit, “But I swear, it works. Just let it happen, alright?”
“Whatever you say, Y/N. As long as we get to be bridesmaids at the wedding,” Leah says with a playful smirk, and you roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” You glance at the time on your phone, clucking your tongue. “Anyways, I should probably get going. Last time I came back home from dinner and drinks with you guys, I walked in on Johnny playing peekaboo with Blaise using my underwear.” Your friends laugh as you stand up and gather your things. “Bring Blaise out next time! I want to squish his chubby little cheeks!” Leah calls as you leave, and you giggle as you nod, calling back, “Will do! See ya later!”
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You come home to find your toddler adorned in a complete outfit of bubble wrap and a slightly oversized helmet, sitting in the yard giggling obliviously as Johnny is constructing an entire obstacle course consisting of cardboard boxes, toddler slides, and pipes. “Johnny!” you immediately exclaim, rushing over and scooping up Blaise. “What the hell are you doing?!” Johnny blinks and frowns, standing up and coming over. “Aw c’mon babe, me and B-Man are just having a little fun. He’s gonna love it, and look, I even put him in a protective outfit and everything. He’s fiiiine!”
Blaise looks up at you with a giggle as if in agreement and you sigh, though you can’t help but smile- he just looks so damn adorable with the helmet almost covering his eyes, his ridiculous bubble wrap outfit taking up an unnecessarily large space in your arms. “Johnny. He’s six months old. Can you please stick to normal games like peekaboo or something?” Despite your scolding words and look of exasperation, there’s still a fondness in your eyes as you glance at your partner. You know he’d never actually let Blaise come in harm’s way; you trust him entirely. Johnny grins as he wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing at your cheek all over. “Our kiddo deserves to have way more fun than that. He’s a daredevil just like his handsome daddy, I already know it.” He playfully thumps Blaise’s helmet lightly. “Isn’t that right my little mini-me?” You watch as Blaise squeals in hysterical laughter, flouncing around in your arms. You already know Johnny’s right- Blaise is proving to be a carbon cop of him more and more each day, and you’re only slightly terrified of that.
“Okay. Anyways, I’m going to take my son inside and change him into normal clothes.” You reply, and Johnny scoffs playfully as he swats your ass on your way in. “Have it your way. You’re only going to make him grow up into a scaredy-cat.” You laugh in amusement as he follows you inside, arching an eyebrow. “I’m not sure if the two correlate, but okay.”
After changing Blaise into a comfy sleep onesie, it’s feeding time before he most likely drifts off to sleep. Johnny stands at the doorway, watching you as you settle yourself in the rocking chair of the nursery, cradling Blaise and pulling down your shirt and bra allowing your little baby to latch onto your nipple and start feeding. His father can’t help but come closer, gazing down at his little boy with fond eyes as he reaches down to stroke his wisps of light brown hair. “Look at that babe. Gonna be as handsome as his damn father, that’s for sure.” He marvels, and you chuckle softly, your eyes filled with love as you stare at his chubby face. “Hopefully he doesn’t break as many hearts as his father does,” you murmur, and Johnny smirks as he leans down and kisses your cheek. “Never gonna break yours though, sweetheart, and that’s all that matters right?”
It isn’t long before little Blaise is fast asleep, milk dribbling down his chin. You chuckle as you wipe it off carefully with a burp cloth, about to stand up, but Johnny extends his arms. “Let me, babe.” He gently takes the sleeping child from you and goes over to the crib, setting him down lightly. You smile to yourself remembering how long it had taken for him to get the hang of that-- Johnny Storm was generally anything but gentle. “Thanks,” you whisper as you get up and adjust your shirt, sighing softly in content as you peer over the crib. “Goodnight, sweet boy. Mommy loves you so much.”
“Daddy loves you even more. That’s why he’s going to make you the coolest baby on the block.” Johnny whispers right after, and you giggle softly as you smack his arm. “Okay, okay, c’mon. Let’s go to bed, I’m exhausted.” He scoffs as he walks alongside you, shaking his head. “Oh, no. You can’t be exhausted, because you’re forgetting something.” You blink, stepping into the bedroom and glancing up at him. “What? Did I leave something out in the kitchen?” You’re about to leave to go check but he rolls his eyes and grabs your arm. “No, no-- get back in here, woman.” He pulls you to him only to scoop you up, walking over to the bed and playfully throwing you onto it. “You forgot to feed your other man.” His smirk is wide as he looks down at you, crawling over you as he nibbles on his lip. “And he’s really hungry right now, baby girl…”
You scoff in amusement though can’t deny you’re already feeling turned on, reaching up to run your fingers through his buzzed hair. “He’s always hungry.” You mutter in response, yet allow him to push your top and bra up. “The little guy better have saved some for me.” You exhale shakily as he leans in, tongue running over your already leaking nipple. His lips slowly wrap around it, sucking with a devilish gaze in his eyes as he peers up at you. “Mm… you are… so tasty baby girl,” he mumbles, greedy tongue swirling around your sensitive bud as he keeps lapping up your milk. You can’t help but moan, tilting your head back and letting out a sigh of content. When your breasts are practically full and sore, Johnny always helps you feel better and lighter- even if he has a tendency to get rough at times.
Still, he helps you feel more confident about yourself- in the beginning, you had always been a little embarrassed about leaking and slightly shy of breastfeeding. The first time he had suggested tasting your milk, you thought the idea ridiculous and humiliating, but when you felt so heavy you could barely move one night, he convinced you. Ever since then, you couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling. You swear Johnny has a way of making anything feel good.
His large hand moves up, forefinger and thumb lightly pinching your other nipple and moving his mouth to catch the milk that sprays forth. “Mm… mmm…” he’s practically groaning to himself as he continues drinking, his other hand moving to rub your waist sensually enjoying the sounds of your whines and moans. “Johnny… o-oh…”
When he’s finally had his fill, he pulls back and runs his tongue over his lips, giving you a mischievous grin as he smacks them loudly. “Have I mentioned that you’re the sexiest baby mama in the entire damn universe?” he murmurs, kissing and pecking at your breasts lovingly before fixing your bra and top again. You look down at him with a breathless smile, moving to playfully pull him down to lie beside you and cuddling close. “Can I talk to you about something?” you suddenly ask softly, remembering your conversation with Madison and Leah earlier in the evening. He looks down at you curiously, nodding as he gently plays with your hair. “Yeah, of course babe. What’s up?”
“Have you, uh, been seeing other girls lately?” you ask curiously, absentmindedly running your fingers over his chest. “It’s fine if you are, of course, I was just wondering…” He scoffs, relaxing one arm behind his head and using the other to hold you close. “Uh, yeah, obviously. Don’t you know who I am? Of course I’m seeing other girls, they’re all over me. Duh.” He scoffs a little too loudly and you blink before looking up at him with a lifted brow. He looks back down at you before finally clearing his throat sheepishly. “Okay, ah… maybe not so much these days. I mean, I dance with ‘em at clubs and stuff, you know, but…” he pauses and shrugs, eyes locking onto yours. “Guess I don’t really need to see girls anymore.”
“Isn’t that… what you wanted?” you ask slightly confused, and he sighs as he pulls you into a hug, resting his head on top of yours. “That’s what I thought. And ya know, I still really do like going out and partying and doing my own thing- but I don’t want to be going off with some girl for the rest of the night, or having to keep in contact with her everyday. I just want to go home to you, and our son. That’s what I want at the end of the night more than anything else.”
You slowly smile, feeling almost euphoric. You tilt your head up and gently hold his face, kissing him softly. “Well that’s what you can have, babe. We’re all yours.”
#johnny storm x reader#johnny storm smut#johnny storm imagine#johnny storm fanfic#johnny storm fluff
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AU Thursday: Fallout of Darkness Shitposting, Food Edition
Codsworth: [waking Victor up the day after he got out of the vault] Good morning! I’ve made you some tea, sir!
Victor: [yawning, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes] Oh, thanks, Codswor -- [blinking] Wait. We didn’t find any tea bags on our search yesterday.
Codsworth: . . .I’ve boiled you some leaves, sir!
Victor:
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[shortly thereafter, looking at the drink Codsworth has made]
Codsworth: I’ve scanned it thoroughly, sir -- it’s perfectly safe.
Victor: [staring into the mug] I trust you, it’s just. . .it’s bright blue.
Codsworth: . . .it’s your favorite color, sir.
Victor: . . . [picks up mug] Touche.
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Alice: [sniffing the air as they wander the town around the now-cleared-out Fort Hagen] All right, we definitely need to investigate that blood bank over there.
Victor: Oh? Why?
Alice: Because it smells like a full-on smorgasbord to me.
Victor: [slightly puzzled] It is a blood bank.
Alice: After 200 years?
Victor: . . .we should check out the blood bank.
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Victor: [holding up a bottle of Nuka-Cola Quantum with an extremely fake grin] Try brand-new Nuka-Cola Quantum! Not only is it twice the calories, twice the carbohydrates, twice the caffeine, and twice the taste -- it will also somehow give you electric blue glowing piss even after two centuries have passed!
Preston: [in the background] WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THE OUTHOUSE?!
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Nuka-World Raider: Hey, Overboss, apparently you’re good at fixin’ stuff? Can you do something about the soda mixers?
Victor: What’s wrong with the mixers?
Nuka-World Raider: Whenever you dump soda into them, the stuff that comes out is all weird and bubbly and stings your mouth. Ain’t sure what the hell --
Victor: YOU GUYS HAVE CARBONATED SODA HERE?! [sprints off to find a mixer]
Nuka-World Raider: . . .
Gage: [pinching the bridge of his nose] Maybe it’ll keep him from complaining for five minutes. . .
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[later, after Victor has confirmed that yes, the mixers can produce carbonated drinks]
Alice: [sipping blood from an old Nuka-Cola bottle, burps loudly]
Victor:
Victor: . . .did you use one of the mixer machines to carbonate some blood?
Alice: . . .maybe.
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Victor: [cuts a slice off a loaf of bread]
Victor: [carefully simmers up a tato sauce and spreads it on said bread]
Victor: [sprinkles cheese over the sauce and bakes the whole thing over a fire]
Victor: [gesturing to his meal] Behold, the rebirth of the Rhode Island pizza strip.
Alice: We’re in Massachusetts.
Victor: Shush and let me enjoy my terrible pizza.
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Piper: [after donating a bit of blood for Alice] Okay, so I gotta ask -- how come I don’t see you ever drink from feral ghouls or the like? You can’t get sick from radiation, right?
Alice: No, but I can pass that radiation on to others if I’m not careful. And besides -- you know how your entire mouth burns for a while after you eat something spicy?
Piper: [making a face] Like when Deacon got me to try the “special noodles?” Yeah, ugh.
Alice: Imagine that except it’s kind of in your entire body and you can feel it crackling every time you move.
Piper: Yeesh. . .don’t tell Nat, she’ll make you drink one just to see if she can spot that.
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Alice: [looking around the Appletree Bakery Orchard] I do have to say -- even with the way a lot of the plant life has struggled to come back, the Commonwealth has a surprisingly variety of food. What do you suppose is the secret?
Victor: Oh, easy -- the person on the controls for some reason really, really likes food mods.
Me: Hey!
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#fallout of darkness#fallout 4#mods#food and drink#I say 'hey' but his last observation is entirely accurate#I do love food mods#I just like my characters to have options with what they eat!#and Appletree Bakery is particularly good as it's got all sorts of fun stuff#fishing fruit popcorn fine dining#the outhouse is also part of a mod#I use both the CWSS mod for showers and toilets#and Advanced Needs 2 to give me a reason to use them#though weirdly enough I DON'T have a pizza mod#I haven't yet really found one I like#also I'm allowed to make the RI pizza joke because I am from RI#terrible pizza strips that are basically just sauce cheese and bread#totally a thing here#queued
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Fool’s Diamonds
Pairing: Park Jimin x Fem Reader
AU: Thief!Au
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Illness, angsty mentions of poverty, diamond mines, drunk character, character death, vague mentions of non con, suggested human trade, robbery, implied smut, general theme of mistrust and deception.
Word count: 6.39 K
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and I do not condone any of the actions of the characters in this fiction. This is to be treated as pure fantasy, and should not be misconstrued to be demeaning the idols in any way. If any of the above warnings cause you discomfort, kindly refrain from reading.
Author’s note: This fiction is set in a time when cell phones and social media didn’t exist. Nationalities are purely for fictional purposes, I bear no ill-will towards any nationality, nor am I xenophobic.
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The air was dry and felt like parched paper. You fancied you could break it into pieces just by extending your hand out. A bead of sweat rolled inside your shirt, running down your midriff. Gosh, it was so very hot. Why was it that July felt like Earth was having a fun time roasting all the terrestrial life on a barbecue? A strong cigar smell curled around you, worsening the situation, making you want to retch.
“I’m outta here, Billie,” you shouted, leaving the money on the table. The wet circles left by the beer mugs hadn’t even dried. “Money’s on the table.”
The tattooed girl nodded at you, hollering a hearty “Sure, darlin’. See ya around.”
The heat was reflecting off the road in waves. It wasn’t like you had chosen to stay there. With a drunkard for a father and a ruined mother, you had to stay back and make sure your father didn’t set the house on fire in one of his rages. You spat down, wiping the corner of your mouth. Father. You didn’t even know what real fathers did.
Wait, of course, you did. Real fathers worked to bring bread to the table. They raised their children and tried to get their babies to live better lives. They didn’t collapse by the sewer and roll around in their own puke. It was a challenge every night to find which gutter he had passed out in.
Your mother had worked her ass off to get clothes on your back. Forget college. You had starved on days when your father stole your mom’s daily wages to go and get his brains saturated with alcohol. Did you ever think of killing him? No. Well, maybe. Okay, a lot of times.
But the old woman was strangely attached to him. She went out and dragged him home if you said you couldn’t be bothered to go find him.
“Tis your dad, girl,” she would pant, dragging the wasted scoundrel by his shoulders. “You got only him to call dad, like it or not.”
You would huff and storm out of the room, not interested in getting lectured at. Well, there wasn’t a lot of rooms in your house. There was just a living room, a kitchen, and a bedroom. Your drunk dad would usually snore in the living room. Your mother would join you in the bedroom, where she would lie on an old ratty mattress. It grossed you out to lie on it, just imagine the times it would have seen your parents’ body fluids. Ew. You would lie on a pallet, trying to suppress the anger brewing in your heart.
Every other girl in the town had left, either to college or in search of better jobs. Some had married, just to escape the clutches of the banal town, which was tainted with general unease and distrust. No one was ever able to breathe freely. It was like the whole town was constantly on edge, waiting for something bad to happen.
And when you reached home, the bitter aftertaste of the beer still on your tongue, the cruel hand of fate had struck already.
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“Momma?”
You raced over to her side, trying to get her to breathe. Her lips were a deep blue, the eyes were rolling back into her head.
“Y/N.”
Her breathing was strained as if every draw of her breath peeled a little piece of life away from her.
“Momma?” You repeated dumbly, tears spilling down your cheeks. “Don’t go, please,” the saliva pooling in your mouth made you slur.
“Y/N,” she rasped, struggling to look at you. “Get—”
A spasm made her wince, and you watched helplessly, waiting for her to resume.
“Get outta this…” she swallowed, willing herself to finish her sentence. “… this town. Get out.”
Her eyes scoured the place, trying to see her husband’s form in the bright afternoon light. There he was, fast asleep, not minding in the least about his family or the fact that his wife was looking for him before her last breath.
“I’ll wake him up,” you said, trying to get up.
“No,” her voice was soft. “I been done waiting for him to wake up.”
“Momma,” you whined, voice laden with sorrow.
She shook her head, flashing a watery smile at you. “My baby,” her cold fingers clasped yours. “Get outta this place. Live your life, girl.”
You turned to stare in disgust at the man stretched in the doorway. “But him…”
She cut your words, whispering hoarsely. “No use, girl. He’s good as dead. You gotta go.”
Her beady eyes searched your face, relaxing when you nodded and sobbed.
“I love you, baby.”
Her chest stopped heaving.
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You were wiping hot angry tears off your cheeks, thinking what a waste your father was. He hadn’t even stirred when you shook him awake, screaming at him.
“Momma’s dead!” you had cried, hitting his chest as if it would get his brain hum-started. “You weren’t even sober, you fucking loser!”
When your mother had been around, you had kept a lid on swearing. But the dam broke, unleashing a torrent of suppressed anger spilling out of your heart in waves.
He had grinned dumbly, saying in a slurred voice:
“One less mouth to feed, then.”
You hadn’t meant to, but your fist came into contact with his nose, followed by a sickening crunch.
“You loser,” you shouted, going crazy at the thought of a world without your mother.
He shrugged, lying down on his side, supporting his head with his hand.
“My girl be takin’ care of me, I ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.”
You jumped to your feet, fingers trembling in rage. Your mother had lived and died, trying to support the scoundrel lying before you. But it wasn’t your cross to bear anymore. Your mother had been right, he was of no fucking use. He would simply leech off you and get drunk till his last breath. No, that wasn’t what your mother had wanted. You had to get out of the damned place.
But how? No money. No jewels. Nothing you could pawn off. Your father had already done that and drunk away all the little precious things your mother had ever owned. There was nothing to support you out in the wild, wild world.
You had a job at the local convenience store, but it didn’t pay much. It was your first job since finishing school. You had taken it instead of leaving the town, just to support your poor mother. There wasn’t much respite, but it did provide you bread when your father ran away with your mom’s wages.
You hadn’t saved a lot. But you needed leave the cursed town before it trapped you for life. Your mother had lived and gone to dust, working solely to keep you from dying of starvation. It was time to leave. To begin a new chapter elsewhere, where drunkards didn’t puke all over your foyer.
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“Billie,” you called, moving closer to her. “You got any jobs here?”
The girl pursed her mouth, shaking her head.
“Sorry, girlie. Ain’t got no jobs right now.”
You nodded in understanding. Fair enough. It was a rotten place, with not a lot of opportunities. It was a wonder that Billie kept running the pub after her old man died. It was evident that she wanted to leave the place. But like you, she had been tied to the town because of her sick father.
You were curious why she still hadn’t closed shop and left town for good.
“Billie, didn’t you ever think of leaving this place?”
She lifted a finger to be excused for a moment. She moved to pour out beer for a tall man who was standing at the counter. She pocketed the change, shouting “Enjoy your beer” at his retreating back.
When she returned, she wiped her hand on her apron, thrusting her tongue out carelessly.
“Well, I sure did, but this place ain’t got no other pub. And the money’s good the last couple o’weeks.”
You leaned in, interested.
“Anyone struck diamonds? Give me the juice, girl.”
She laughed, wiping the beer spills on the counter, nodding as she did so.
“Aye, there’s a couple guys who struck it rich. They’re comin’ and leavin’ big fat tips.”
She patted her pocket to emphasize her point. Billie was obviously in need of the money to keep the place running. You grinned, interested to hear more.
“Tell me about them.”
She handed out another mug of beer and pulled a stool to sit near you.
“There’s this guy from Russia, he been scouring for stones since last August. He bought a trench from old Mr. Hadley and started diggin’ two weeks ago. Big diamonds, you see,” she opened her thumb and index winger to show you the size, “Big ones. He been buyin’ drinks for everyone in the mine to celebrate it.”
You whistled. The only thriving business in the town was mining. People came from all parts of the world to try their luck at finding the crystallized carbon rocks. Most of them returned broke, some fell sick from the dusty haze and polluted air. Some even died in vain, succumbing to the hot burning sun.
“And the other one?”
She giggled, letting you in on her little secret. “He asked if I wanna go to Ireland.”
“He’s asking you to marry him?” It wasn’t a surprise. A lot of girls in your town had gone and married potential miners just to escape.
She shook her head, grinning. “We were foolin’ around and he thought I was serious.”
Well, poor man. Billie wasn’t the type to settle down without roaming the Earth to her heart’s content. She was simply chiseled from another rock. She didn’t like being caged.
“Talk of the devil,” she whispered, wiping the counter furiously. “There’s Mr. Russia.”
You turned and eyed the big guy entering the pub, his eyes lighting up when he saw Billie. The people in the pub cheered when he entered, and he raised a big palm to accept the claps, smiling widely.
He strode towards the counter, catching sight of you.
“And who’s this lovely lady?” he asked, smirking in your direction.
“Y/N,” Billie replied, handing him his lager. “She works in the convenience store by the old railroad.”
“Pleasure,” he said, extending his big hand to you. When you shook it, the callousness reminded you of sandpaper.
“You haven’t left town yet?” he asked, sipping his lager casually. “I mean, I thought Billie was the only lass in town.”
You smiled. The curiosity was well-earned. “I’ll leave soon enough,” you replied, keeping the obvious eagerness from spilling into your tone.
“Y/N’s momma died, so she got nothing to stay back for anymore,” Billie said, looking at you with sympathetic eyes. She had been in the same position, and she understood.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, his thick accent bubbling out of his chest.
“It’s okay.” You looked at the time. “Ah, I gotta run, Billie. See ya.” Turning to the man, you dipped your head with a soft “Nice to meet you.”
He nodded chastely, watching your back as you scurried back to work.
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“Y/N!” the man hollered, “customer for you!”
You were at the back, checking the expiration dates and noting which ones to take back home. It was common in your town for salespeople to take items that were a day or two beyond the expiration dates. You stopped what you were doing and rose up to look over the aisle.
It was the Russian man. His face registered recognition, and he raised his hand to wave a small Hi to you.
“Yes,” you said, walking up to him. “How can I help you?”
He told you he was looking for some souvenirs to buy for his daughter back home. You led him to the small section that had girls’ trinkets and stuff like hair slides.
“These are all we have. You could try Miasie’s too. She might have some more accessories.”
He nodded, carding through the fake jewelry items. He whistled in a low voice.
“They look like real diamonds,” he said, pointing to a bracelet studded with stones.
“Zirconia,” you replied, taking the bracelet out of the plastic cover. You had to admit, it really looked authentic. It was a running joke in your town that the fake jewelry outshone the diamonds mined there.
“Maisie has a lot of Zirconia jewels, these are made by locals,” you said, running your finger through the stones. “
People who fared badly at the diamond mining expeditions returned home with Zirconia jewels to save face, to try and convince their people that they had in fact dug a few diamonds out. Hence the market for fake diamonds boomed, and a lot of locals thrived on it.
“I’d rather buy this, at the hands of the beautiful maiden holding it,” he said.
Was he hitting on you?
You nodded crisply, asking if he wanted anything else. He hesitated, looking around. “Is it- is it fine if I ask you out?”
There it was. Gosh. It was an endless game of cat and mouse in that town. For hundreds of young miners, there were only a handful of young girls, so the competition was crazy.
“I guess,” you said, hoping he would just get you a beer and call it a day.
“So, I’ll come and get you at…” he licked his lips. “…where do you live?”
You thought about it, thinking if you should just tell him to come to the store after all. But you got off work at 4, and you didn’t want him to see you carrying expired food back home. You wrote him the address, telling him to reach your home at 6.
He smiled and left, promising to call on you later that evening.
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“You gotta be kidding me,” you hissed when you returned home to see your father conversing with the Russian like old buddies.
The men snapped their heads to follow the sound of your voice, and there you were, holding an armful of stuff from the store.
“Y/N,” the Russian said, getting up to help you carry the items inside.
“Alexei! What are you doing here?” The time certainly wasn’t 6 pm. What the hell was he doing, cozying up to your father?
Your father grinned his sickly fishy smile. “Y/N, don’t raise your voice…”
“Shut the fuck up,” you said, cutting him off. You hated when the loser lectured you. “I wasn’t talking to you.” All the foodstuff in your arms dropped down with loud thuds.
Alexei stooped to pick up the small cartons. “Y/N, let’s not shout,” he was saying, when you swatted his arm away.
“You don’t tell me what I should do, not at my own house.”
He raised his palm in a gesture of peace.
“Why are you here? I told you to come at 6. It’s only 4.30.”
He looked over at your father, catching his lip between his teeth.
“Well, I was free and thought I’d pay you a visit…”
“When I was away at work?” you questioned.
Your father cut in harshly. “I sold you to him.”
His voice was blank, devoid of any emotion. The shocked silence prevailed undisturbed for a good five minutes before you found your voice.
“You what?”
Charging forward, you went flying towards the old man, when Alexei caught hold of your hips, holding you in place.
“It’s not what you think, Y/N,” the big man said, heaving in exertion as you squirmed and cursed out loud.
“Get your hands off me! Get your hands off me!”
He let go, but clasped your wrist instead.
“I just asked if I could take you with me to Russia. He said he didn’t have anyone to support him if you left, so…”
“So? So, you offered money to take me away? Who do you think you are?” Your voice was rising to dangerous limits. “Am I an object you can just buy? Fuck you.”
Your father was sober for like the first time in months, and then he went and sold you off to make money to drink even more?
“And you!” Pointing your finger at the old man, you screeched in anger. “You fucking sold your daughter to get drunk even more? Why didn’t you die instead of mom?”
“Enough, Y/N,” he shouted, getting up and smacking his dry lips. “You be goin’ with the Russian. It’s the least you can do for yer’ old man.”
“Are you listening to yourself?” You screamed, voice breaking and throat going dry from all the screeching.
“Now, now, Y/N, take a breath.” Alexei came nearer, whispering in your ear. “You want to escape this place; I offer you a pass. Why do you resist?”
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Billie widened her eyes in shock.
“Y/N! Are ya fuckin’ outta your mind?”
You shook your head, aware of Alexei watching you from across the pub.
“Far from it.”
She leaned down and lowered her voice.
“Girl, ya know what ya gettin’ yerself into?”
“Yeah, I know. Billie, he’s gonna take me outta this wretched town!”
“At the cost of what, Y/N? He’s married, he’ll probably sell you to another guy or worse he’d put you in a brothel.”
“I know.” You sipped the beer and swallowed the liquid before adding:
“I will be careful, Billie. He got strength, but I got brains.”
She scoffed. “Seems more like them brains evaporated in the heat, based on what nonsense yer talkin’, girl.”
You were touched by her concern. Being the only two girls in the neighborhood, it went without saying that she was like a sister to you. And if the most spirited daredevil of the town was worried about you, there really was a grim storm brewing for you.
“Listen, Billie. I’ll be sharp. I won’t get kicked into a brothel. You know me, girl.”
She considered your determined face, before giving up. “Well, if ya say that ya’ll be alright, it gon’ be alright I guess.” She looked over at Alexei. “When ya leavin’?”
“This afternoon. There’s a train to the capital. A ship’s leaving for his country on Thursday.”
“So, the three days until that…”
“He says we’ll stay and look around the capital until the ship sails.”
She curled her lips at you. “You got balls, girl.”
You grinned, smiling at her as you downed the rest of the beer. Both of you knew that you were never going to see each other again.
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“Want to go to bed?” the man asked, pulling you snug against his side profile.
“Alexei.” Your tone was curt. “Don’t touch me unless I say it’s okay to.”
Bitch. Well, he would break you in soon. He’d have you begging on all fours. Just wait till he got on that ship with you. There was no way he was going to wait longer than that.
“Apologies, I will see you tomorrow then.”
He withdrew to his own hotel room. You had arrived at the capital at 11 am. It was Tuesday. Three more days to go before you sailed to Russia with him. You had demanded a separate room. He had tried to reason with you, but you just wouldn’t hear of it.
Alexei saw you slam the door shut, standing on the verandah. He lit his cigar. Soon, he said to himself. Soon he’d have his dick inside that uptight ass of yours.
Your father had been surprisingly easy to bend. He had just said that he had struck diamonds when the old man folded like a napkin. He had honestly meant to gossip until you returned, but he quickly saw a delicious opportunity right before his eyes.
He had innocently talked about how it would be difficult for the old man if you left town, and soon enough, he had wrapped him around his little finger. He just gave him one of the smallest diamonds, the most unclear of them all, but the man danced like it was Christmas already.
“Take her, yes, by all means,” he had said, rolling the stone around in his palm. “The lass don’t have much savings, it would be damn difficult for me to get ‘er a man. Better you take ‘er. I’m happy.”
Alexei had been quite taken aback. The man really was willing to give up his daughter for a low-quality diamond. But hey, he had no qualms. He was getting the best looking girl he had laid eyes on, and soon enough he would trade you for money, or better yet, another girl.
He blew out the smoke, slowly imagining how your naked body would feel under him. Those pert tits, he could almost see them in his mind. He would make you take back every sharp word you had said to him since the day he bought you. He looked down, exhaling the smoke again. He would have to take care of the tent in his pants by himself. Until Thursday.
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“Jimin-ah,” the girl drawled, draping herself against his warm, shirtless torso. “Stay a bit longer.”
He raked his slim fingers through his mussed hair, clicking his tongue.
“I’m sorry, baby, but I have to go.”
She pouted at him, sticking out her lower lip. “When will you be back?”
He scooped her up, kissing the top of her head.
“Soon. Really soon, baby.”
He slipped his shirt on, shaking his hair free and arranging it again.
“Don’t stay up too long, I’ll be back tomorrow.” He kissed her knuckles, reluctantly letting her hand go.
“I love you, Jimin-ah,” she whined, gazing forlornly at his back.
He grimaced unbeknownst to her. He didn’t love her. And he most certainly wasn’t going to see her again. He rapidly exited the dingy hotel, not caring in the least that the poor woman would wait for him to return. Gosh, the extents a guy had to go to, to get a nice fuck these days.
Jimin didn’t really go to sex workers. It wasn’t his style. No, he was the playboy. He liked the thrill of seducing a woman, making her a gooey mess, making her tremble in anticipation of his touch. He was skilled at those games. But once the initial thrill was over, he didn’t have much to do with the girl. The longest he had been with a girl after sex was 3 days. He shuddered. What a whiny bitch she had been. Ugh.
He was strolling through the streets, scoping out potential targets. He was already hungry. He had to pick a few pockets soon if he wanted to sleep with a full tummy. The street was bustling with people. He eyed each person as he slowly danced through the crowd.
Park Jimin was a slippery thief. He had the agility of a panther stalking its prey. For anyone who looked at him, he would seem like an innocent baby-faced man in his early twenties. The air of childish charm made it very easy for him to fool people. He had to do nothing but stare wistfully at the street from the window of the coffee shop, and boom! He would have a kind-hearted unwitting girl wanting to buy him coffee. So easy.
His hand slipped into the loop of your handbag, and before he knew, you had clasped his wrist tight. Alexei went on walking before you, apparently not seeing the man digging his hand into your handbag. You didn’t say anything, walking on sedately behind Alexei, not budging an inch as Jimin whispered cuss words and tried to wiggle his wrist free.
When Alexei was beyond earshot, you hissed at Jimin angrily.
“What the fuck were you doing?”
He tagged along, unable to believe that he had been caught so easily. The cat burglar, caught in plain daylight by a woman? Was he losing his touch?
Alexei was still walking ahead, inhaling the aroma of fresh roasted coffee beans wafting throughout the pavement. You came to a halt, narrowing your eyes at the gorgeous man who was squirming under your grip.
“I- I was hungry,” He had decided to turn his charm tap on. Maybe you were one of those gullible women who would melt. “I’m sorry, I had no choice.” He hung his head in shame. “I lost my job, there’s no money for food…” His tears flowed easily. A corner of his mind wondered if he should take up acting. He could give those Broadway actors a run for their money.
You let his hand go, watching Alexei’s back warily. Digging into your purse, you pulled out an old currency note. It wasn’t much, but it was all that you had.
“Take this. Get something to eat.”
He accepted it silently. “Thank you, ma’am.” His hunger made him fold. Jimin knew that you could have called the big man to box his ears, and he admired your nerve.
His eyes scanned your persona, and his inner thief sang when he saw the chain and bracelet you were wearing. You were wearing what was worth his entire month’s fun.
“I’d like to repay you. I will return the money as soon as I can.” He watched you, simultaneously keeping an eye on the big man who had stopped to examine something in a roadside shop.
“Don’t worry about it,” you said, touched by the man’s sincerity.
“No, I insist. I’d have become a thief if it weren’t for you.” He smiled inside at the soft expression blooming on your face. Damn, girls were so naïve.
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Alexei was knocking on your door impatiently.
‘Y/N? Let me in!”
You feigned a yawn and opened the door just a little bit.
“What is it?”
He tried to pry the door open, but your resistance was surprisingly strong. “It’s Wednesday, remember the carnival I told you about? Come on now.”
You put on the best sick face you could, rasping slowly, “I feel so tired, Alexei. My head hurts. You go on. I’ll come with you in the afternoon.”
He tsked, annoyed at having to leave you behind. But he wasn’t foolish enough to leave you unguarded. He had slipped two enormous wads of cash into the bellboy’s hand as soon as you had arrived at the hotel. The bellboy and the man guarding the door would never let you set foot outside the door. You were as good as trapped.
“Well, okay then. I’ll come to fetch you for lunch.”
When you closed the door behind you, an audible sigh emanated from under the bed. Jimin climbed back into the bed, his naked upper body shining in the morning light. He was only wearing his boxers, and his toned thighs were deliciously on display as he wiggled his toes at you.
“Come on, Y/N,” he purred, voice heavy with lust. “I can’t have enough of you.”
You smiled at him, climbing into his lap like a kitten. His fingers carded through your hair as you watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He drew soft patterns on your skin, murmuring affectionate words and sighing happily.
His eyes were on the chain and bracelet you had carelessly left on the bedside table. It was making his palms itch. He had listened to you all night, patting your back gently as you told him all about the dilemma your father had put you in. Part of his brain had been focused on you, but the other had been drooling at the chain glinting on your chest.
“It’s okay baby,” he had cooed, “We’ll get you out of the guy’s clutches.”
You had made passionate love; it had been your first time ever. But that hadn’t stopped you from enjoying it. Billie the encyclopedia had given you lots of inside information, so much that you knew a lot more than playboy Jimin even did. Jimin had no idea he was fucking a virgin, so good was your theoretical knowledge.
“Jiminie,” you said, grazing your nail against his chest.
“Yeah, baby?”
“The ship leaves tomorrow. How can we escape before that?”
“I wish I had money to get you tickets for another ship, baby. But you know I’m penniless.” He held his breath, waiting to see if you would say the words he longed to hear.
“I don’t either, Jiminie.” Well, obviously. Think harder, airhead. “But maybe you can sell the diamonds and get enough money.” There you go, pea brain.
He licked his lips, waiting for you to reach for the jewels on the table. Wow, he was going to live a goddamn rich life. But his face scrunched up when you reached inside your bag instead.
“Baby, whatcha doing?”
You looked up at him innocently, extracting a little tied-up handkerchief from your bag. “Getting you the diamonds.”
His confusion dissolved when he saw you untie the kerchief, revealing a big pebble-sized diamond and a handful of smaller button-sized diamonds. Oh, he’d be damned.
You picked the big one, handing it to him. “Can you try and sell it? It’s of the best quality.”
He licked his dry mouth to life. “So many- so many diamonds?”
You laughed. “Alexei has a lot more. He gave me these to make me agree to go with him to Russia.” Alexei had no idea that you had stolen from his bag, but Jimin didn’t need to know that.
Jimin turned the diamond over in his palm. Fuck, it was the biggest he had ever seen. His mind was working on overdrive.
“Why not give all of them to me, baby? I’ll sell them all and bring the money.”
Like hell you would. You shook your head.
“No, it’s easier to sell one and get going. We can sell the rest as the need arises.”
Tight bitch.
He had to think of a way to purloin the rest of the lot later. For now, he would go with your plans.
“Sounds like a good plan, baby. I’ll get going then.”
You watched him dress himself up in a rush. He was so beautiful, naked or otherwise. So damn beautiful.
Jimin saw your eyes drift to the table. He cursed under his breath. The chain and bracelet would have to wait.
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Naturally, Jimin knew the best places to go to. He was a thief, and he was buddies with a lot of pawnbrokers.
“Heya there, Jimin!” the man called, smiling his crooked smile at his favorite customer. Jimin brought a lot of stuff to his shop, and he was glad to do business with the innocent cherub.
“Brought a diamond today, Han,” Jimin said, looking around the cold, dark room. No other person was around. Jimin loved the cold ambiance of pawnshops. The metallic smell of old silver and brass made him feel at peace. There were so many interesting things on display. He felt like a child taken to Disney Land.
“Let’s take a look,” Han said, extending his palm.
Jimin looked around at the stuff Han had recently acquired, whistling softly while the man appraised the diamond.
Han looked up from his loupe, eyes wide. “How ever did you get such a good stone, Jimin? This one is easily worth thousands!”
Jimin’s heart lifted. He had been worried that you might have sent him on a wild goose chase. He had doubted if it really was a diamond at first, because you were ready to part with it freely. He smiled at Han.
“A chick I know had it.”
Han winked. “Got rid of her yet?”
Flashing him a conspiratorial smile, Jimin drawled, “Will do soon.”
He turned to Han on his way out. “I’ll bring you some more, hold on to your breath.”
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Jimin was on his way back to your hotel. He had stopped to buy a ticket to Bermuda. He was going to sail away happily. The only thing was, he needed to rob the rest of your diamonds before the end of the day. He would stay up after you slept, and sneak off with them.
He had so much money in his hands, and his robber instinct told him to flee already. But then, those button sized diamonds beckoned, appealing to his greedy heart. Some more money wouldn’t hurt. There had been at least 10 diamonds in there. Not to mention your jewelry. Greed made his feet walk automatically back to you.
When you opened the door, you were dressed up. It was evening already, nightfall was approaching. Maybe you had gone to the carnival after lunch with that Alexei guy. Jimin didn’t really care where you went as long as the diamonds were safe.
“Hey,” you whispered, letting him slip into your room. “Did you sell it?”
He grinned and dangled the thick wads of cash before your eyes. “Uh-huh. See? We’re gonna run away together, baby.”
You clapped your hands in delight, taking the wads from his hands. You counted carefully, looking up at him with a startled “15 thousand?”
Jimin had taken five thousand for himself, but he wasn’t going to tell you. He simply nodded.
You were surprised. Wow. You had thought that the diamond required more polishing. You had only expected a few thousands. But this was so good.
“Jiminie, you were right, will you hold on to these diamonds too?”
You thrust the diamonds bundled in the kerchief into his hand. “I don’t want Alexei to find out at the last minute.”
He had to put so much effort to stop himself from laughing out loud. This was going so deliciously well.
“Sure, give it, I’ll keep it safe.”
He tucked the bundle neatly into his pocket, innocence painted all over his face.
“Hmm…” you embraced him, sighing in contentment. You were going to escape Alexei. The thought made you giddy with happiness. You tied the wads of cash into a scarf, securing it under your pillow.
Jimin watched you, fascinated. Ooh. He could run away with the diamonds and the cash. Midnight would be the best time. It wouldn’t hurt to fuck you a couple times to while the time away.
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“Y/N?”
Jimin had watched you go into the bathroom. But you hadn’t come back yet. Maybe it was the right time to run.
He dug his hand under the pillow, groping blindly to feel the cash. It wasn’t there. Fuck.
He turned to see the light still streaming from under the bathroom door. He had to decide if it was worth the risk to try again. His hand roamed on the bedside table. Thank goodness, the jewels were there. He grinned to himself. Awesome. He had to make a run for it.
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When Alexei opened the door in the morning, there was no sign of you. He stormed into the bathroom, calling out your name. No answer.
He ran down furiously, looking for the bellboy.
“Where is Y/N?” he shouted, bunching up the boy’s collar in rage.
“I don’t know, sir,” the boy said, surprised and caught unawares.
“You little cocksucker,” Alexei screamed, shaking the boy until his joints rattled. “You just cost me my bitch!”
The bellboy remembered the crisp notes you had slipped him at midnight. It was more than Alexei had paid him to keep you inside. You had been the highest bidder, so it was only fair that he let you go.
“I honestly don’t know,” he said, allowing Alexei to box his ears. “I never saw her come down.”
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You were on a cruise ship to Bermuda. It left at 9 am, and you had found the ticket luckily in Jimin’s pocket at midnight. The guy had to learn how to safeguard his stuff. You stifled a giggle. Poor bastard. He was probably shocked when you never returned from the bathroom. You snorted, and an elderly man looked at you in surprise.
At last, you were free. Life was so exciting; you had a whole new chapter waiting to be written. It was going to be a ride, and you were determined to enjoy it thoroughly. You remembered Billie. She would have loved to go with you.
Retiring to your cabin, you picked out a paper and started writing a letter. Detailing your adventures, you finished with the lines:
‘You were right, Billie. I would never have survived out here if it weren’t for brains. I fled and made sure Jimin would be responsible for the stolen diamond and not me. My hands are clean.’
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Alexei found out that a big diamond was missing from his rucksack, and he stormed off to get in touch with the police. They assured him that they would look into all the diamonds pawned over the last couple of days.
He thought you were too naïve to embark on a journey alone. You were probably hiding out in a motel, waiting till the hue and cry died down. He was sure that the investigations into the pawnshops would lead him to you.
Han was sweating profusely when Jimin returned.
“Whatever’s the matter, man?” Jimin asked, raising his eyebrows at the guy.
“Police are sweeping all the pawnshops in the district for that diamond of yours. My cousin runs a shop too, and he just dropped by to share the news.”
Jimin tensed. It would be a tight stretch to pawn the rest of the diamonds to Han. The man was in enough trouble already.
“Okay, I’ll come back after a while then.” He shook the tied-up bundle before Han’s eyes.
“Yeah, you do that. It’s for the better.”
Jimin paused to think. Han might give him away if the police pressed too much. He untied the bundle and extracted a couple diamonds, passing them over to Han.
“Here’s a gift, you keep quiet and you can have them for free.”
Han looked at the stones in his hand wide-eyed, unable to stammer out his thanks. He nodded silently, bending down to examine the stones.
Police sirens were sounding in the distance, growing closer by the second. Jimin’s foot was almost out the door when Han called:
“These ain’t diamonds, they’re Zirconia! They’re worthless!”
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