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brxceliiande · 1 year

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𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 [𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧] 𝟏𝟖+

IT HAD BEEN MONTHS SINCE THE WAR HAD ENDED AND DANIEL HAD COME HOME. WITH THE HAUNTING OF HIS EXPERIENCES, HE NEEDED A SAVIOUR AND GOD HAD GIVEN HIM ONE.

warnings: smut 18+, p in v penetration, fingering, swearing, mentions to religion, female reader + pronouns, use of y/n

genre: smut, 18+ minors please dni

wordcount: 2.4k

note: here is a long awaited daniel jackson smut (please tell me if it was good, this is the first full smut I actually wrote and published)

song recommendation: ‘cinnamon girl’ or ‘say yes to heaven’ by lana del rey

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daniel was a man of god, believing a benevolent deity watches over him and the people around him in a sight of protection and innocence. and with protection, god always guided his strongest soldiers with his precious beings. for daniel, he believed y/n was god’s precious being meant for him. the innocence and light to guide him through the darkest days of the trenches and towers and join him while he marches through the misty valleys of france. that was his heaven, his sign that his god, heard him and protected him from evil. she was his light, life, and body. he is sworn worshipped her, in any way he could.

daniel lay shirtless, an arm under his head with his dogtags resting on his chest. closing his eyes, he was relieved to see darkness. it had been months since the war ended and he had been shipped home. it wasn’t easy, the cheers and pride had dissolved many days later. he was left a man with scars only those who lay beneath the grounds of bastogne could understand. the death and despair of watching friends and family die, knowing nothing can be done. he couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t over. faces of ghosts showing themselves each time he closed his eyes.

the bedroom door squeaked open. daniel fluttered his eyes open, moving his head toward the door. light streaming in from the hallway, he swore he saw an angel. light radiated off of his wife as she walked in, dressed in nothing but her white nightgown stopping just below her knees. she was beautiful.

closing the door, y/n welcomed the darkness and the silhouette of her husband in bed. walking over to the bed, she glanced to daniel. his eyes were soft, never leaving her as she made her way to him. it was a different look, at least from his usual love-sick eyes. they carried love, softness, and something she only saw on their wedding night. worship. the growing smile and eyes so soft as if she would break.

pulling the blankets over her, y/n leaned onto her husband’s chest, resting her chin on the back of her hand. catching his eyes, she could melt. there was no words needed to know what daniel meant with his look.

“daniel, why are you…” started y/n, instantly silenced with daniel pushing his lips on to hers. delicate and hesitant. immediately closing her eyes, she moved her lips with his. she needed this. he needed this. pulling back inches apart, y/n chased his lips until daniel brought his hand to her cheek, pushing strands of stray hair before caressing it softly. with no words, daniel leaned his forehead against hers, inhaling her scent with all his being.

opening her eyes slowing, she couldn’t believe the beauty she saw before her. lips parted as he squeezed his eyes shut, eyebrows knitted in confusion and restraint.

“you are real…” whispered daniel, his eyes staring through his lashes. y/n nodded, bringing her hand to his, her thumb rubbing the back of his hand gently.

“i am real…” said y/n. daniel left her eyes, flickering between her lips and gaze. moving his hand, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip, parting her mouth.

daniel inhaled sharply, “and you are mine.”

breathing hitched, y/n nodded slowly. “and i am yours.”

“you are god’s gift to me…” said daniel, hovering over her lips as he held her chin to look at him, “a gift, i have to worship…in every way.”

inching closer, y/n breathed heavily. capturing her lips, daniel groaned quietly, the taste of mint enveloping his senses. pushing the blanket down, y/n threw her leg over his, straddling him. never leaving the kiss, she settled on his thighs, moaning faintly as she brushed over his growing cock.

wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, daniel ran his hand up her back, stopping at the back of her head and tugging slightly. pulling away from the kiss, they heaved, chests rising and falling with the stuttering beats of their hearts. grabbing the end of her nightgown, she pulled it over her head, feeling a shiver run down her spine as the cool air pierced her skin. daniel, jaw slacking slightly, rested his hands on her hips, moving them up before meeting the round of her breast. a soft gasp escapes her as her nipple is taken by daniel, with sloppy kisses and licks of plenty. the waves of splendor cease as daniel pulls off, leaving her glistening and staring up at her with eyes of lust and worship.

“lord…forgive me” breathed daniel, his southern drawl making the ache unbareable. leaning against his forehead, y/n smiled, running her hands from his jaw to his broad shoulders.

“then worship me.”

in a manner of seconds, daniel flipped them over, leaving y/n beneath him. his kisses ravaged her neck, his hands pinning hers to the side. slow and gentle kisses followed the valley of her breasts, stopping to slide over her hardened nipples. in a wave of pleasure, y/n let out a moan, wanting to reach for him but kept restrainted.

daniel looked up at her as his descending kisses reached below her belly button.

“you’re beautiful…” muttered daniel, his hand finding its way to her inner thigh. “you tease me darling…” in a spasm of pleasure, y/n choked out a moan as daniel massaged his thumb over her glistening clit. in slow circles, daniel massaged gently, glancing up at his wife.

“daniel, fuck.” y/n cried, the pressure increasing as daniel quickly rubs in circles and slowing down once she moves too much.

daniel chuckles, watching his wife writher beneath him. “those are fighting words sweetheart…i think you need to be reminded of whose listening” slipping two fingers into her, daniel relishes in the noises of his wife.

“daniel!” moaned y/n, loving the feeling of his fingers inside her. she loved it so much. his beautiful fingers, curling in her cunt. the thought of it was amazing, but the feel of it was better. “please, daniel…i need you”

daniel looked up at her, eyes full of love, “i will worship you, you are mine and i am yours…as he intended.”

a fire spread over her body, as one long stripe was made of her aching cunt. a flash of ecstacy held a veil over her vision, the reminisce of her pleasure. the intrusion of his fingers moved and curled, hitting the spongy spot that made her clench. he could barely hold back as he sucked and nibbled on her soaking cunt, the beautiful whimpers leaving his angel, his name sung as a prayer.

the familiar sensation squeezed at her insides, leaving her stomach in a heated turmoil over to a near release. arching her back, daniel placed his large hand on her stomach, forcing her down as he brushed his tongue over her swollen bud. y/n could feel her vision flee from her as she breathed her husband’s name, shutting her eyes.

“daniel, i-” moaned y/n, daniel looked up through his eyebrows, watching her expression of pure bliss as he placed his tongue on top of her clit. threading her fingers through his hair, she pulled softly, bringing his lips to hers. the taste of her on him made her stomach flutter something twisted. deepening the kiss, daniel removed his fingers—much to her dismay, bringing them up to gently rub her nipples between his fingers.

daniel pulled away, wincing as his restrained cock needed to be let free. leaning down on her forehead, he gently rubbed his nose against hers, inhaling sharply.

“do you want to know how i know you were made for me?” asked daniel, bringing her legs around his waist and lowering his hips, applying pressure to her clit with his growing cock. y/n breathed a shaky moan, opening her eyes and staring into his. “because he made you sing my name as if it was his…” daniel pulled back, staring down at y/n as if she was a delicate flower that would snap at any moment. removing her legs wrapped from his waist, he continue to stare into her eyes, his hands finding the waistband of his boxers and bringing it down.

freeing proudly from restraint, his cock hit his stomach, arched slightly upward and to the left. a pretty pink engulfed the tip, a bead of pearly white resting at the top, threatening to expel itself. y/n held herself up with her elbows, her eyes widening slightly yet returning to a loving gaze as she caught daniel’s love-sick eyes.

shuddering, at the freedom, daniel looked down at his cock. rubbing his hand over his precum with a stifled moan, he stroked himself softly as he felt himself wrapped with her legs.

“...and he made you perfectly, for me.” said daniel, shakily. looking at her, daniel smiled softly. his eyes didn’t leave hers as her held his tip to her folds, sliding it slowly through her slick. mouth falling open, y/n reached for him, daniel leaned forward and she grabbed his shoulder, pulling him toward her to catch his lips in a delicate kiss.

pulling apart inches, y/n smiled. “i was made for you…” with a small gasp, y/n felt him enter her, her jaw slacking as she stared him in the eyes, “...all of you.”

falling to her back, daniel followed her, capturing her lips. daniel let his eyes fall close, the warm and inviting stretch made his mind flutter, groaning deeply as he filled her. the intrusion was delicious, the stretch around his cock made y/n wince slightly. but she wouldn’t have it any other way. he moved at a slow pace, barely leaving her as he pulled back to thrust in once more. moving in sync, daniel licked her bottom lip, begging to enter. parting her lips slightly, she tasted coffee soon after.

daniel’s hands roamed her body, particularly holding her legs at his sides as he thrusted into her. with each groan, he could feel her clench around him. massaging her left breast with his hand, he pulled away, kissing her neck and before moving down to catch her nipple. y/n leaned her head back, back arching as daniel fully sheathed her.

“daniel, oh god.” moaned y/n, feeling the rumble of daniel’s chuckle on her breast. daniel thrusted harder, pulling out completely before pushing himself back in harshly. pulling away from her body, daniel straightened up settling on his, his hands gripping tightly onto her thighs as he leaned his head back. eyes falling shut, he reveled in the tightness and her warmth.

“fuck, darling…” breathed daniel, letting his southern drawl take over. bringing his head to look down at her again, he grabbed her legs and bent them under him as he thrusted deeper than before.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” swore y/n, the familiar feeling forming inside her. spreading her legs , daniel groaned deeply at the sensation. sliding her hand down, she played with her clit but her hand was swatted away and quickly replaced with daniel’s fingers. in swift circular motions, daniel took over with his thumb, massaging her clit deeply.

“that’s it darlin’, come on…” said daniel, breathing heavily as the feeling of release began to rise in him. in a breathless plea, daniel moaned. “cum for me, sweetheart.”

his words effected her like electricity to water, she couldn’t respond as her lips parted in laboured breathing. in a manner of seconds, something snapped in her. a flash of ecstasy filled her senses, blinding her as she screamed his name. coming down from the delicious high, y/n pulled daniel down to her, kissing him deeply as she could feel his thrusts slow down. daniel moaned into her mouth, the feeling close to snapping inside him.

“y/n, fuck, please…” moaned daniel, pulling away and breathing heavily as his head hung in by hers. y/n held her overstimulation inside, not wanting daniel to stop. wrapping her arms around his back, she dragged her nails down his back gently. in a whimper, daniel brought himself up as his hips began to stutter heavily. before he could finish, y/n wrapped her legs around his hips quickly, latching him to her.

daniel quickly looked at her with a plea and confirmation in his eyes, with a nod from her, he felt himself let go. releasing himself into her, daniel cried out in bliss. warmth filled her cunt and she couldn’t help but moan with daniel as he thrusted slowly, riding out his high. there was a moment of silence as y/n was left with the lasting feeling of fullness and whined as it was taken from her. daniel dropped on his back beside her, hoping to settle his beating heart and laboured breathing.

in the silence, y/n turned her head on the pillow, seeing the profile of her husband. turning on her side, she placed a hand on his chest. at her touch, she felt him shudder slightly before his eyes opened and gazed at her. his eyes were tired, but filled with love as his gaze softened once he caught her eyes. bringing his hand up, he place in on top of hers, his thumb caressing the back of her hand.

“i love you…” whispered daniel, slurring slightly from the aftermath. y/n smiled and leaned it, placing a sweet, but long kiss on his lips. daniel immediately kissed back, moving his hand off of hers to the back of her head, deepening the kiss. pulling back after a few seconds, daniel shut his eyes and leaned their foreheads together, y/n doing the same.

they focused on each others breathing, taking in a moment of silence as they rubbed their noses together slightly.

“i love you, too...” said y/n, looking at him with a growing smile. daniel chuckled lightly, looking into her eyes and dropping his hand from her head to her cheek.

“my love, my life, my light…” said daniel, watching her eyes soften to near tears, “you saved me.”

y/n couldn’t stop of a tear from falling, she sniffled quietly. “and you saved me.”

leaning in for a soft kiss, both couldn’t help from letting small tears fall. even though it had been months since the war ended, it still raged inside them. waves of pain and despair haunting their lives. but together, they saved each other, and they were eternally grateful…as god intended.

#saving private ryan imagine #Private Daniel Jackson #daniel jackson x reader #daniel jackson smut #saving private ryan smut

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iceman-kazansky · 10 months

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In Your Arms, I Sleep Without a Doubt

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Requested by: @jill-smith-123

Request: So for the one shot it can filled with A LOT of angst yn could be captain Miller's daughter and maybe she's worried she'll loose Ryan again because of the war and stuff But maybe he gives her kisses and tells her it'll be okay hehe

Pairings: Private James Ryan x f! Miller! Wife!reader

Warnings: Movie-typical violence mentioned (Guns, Explosions, Bombs, etc), blood, loss of a parent, Reader and James are Married, hurt/comfort

A/n: I hope you like this, it was fun to work on and honestly, one of my favorite fics :D

(Not to mention, you were also INCREDIBLY nice to deal with and were very kind, even with me accidentally blocking you after mistaking you for a blank blog ((sorry again btw)) )

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Bullets. Everywhere. They leave puffs of dirt when they smack into the brick walled buildings.

Explosions. Much too loud for your ears. Each deafening 'Boom!' leaves behind a fiery ball of destruction in the form of a bowl-shaped crater.

Their eyes. The desperate, fleeting looks of agony. Of pain. Their fearful gazes as death waits for them to finish their last breath patiently. Holding his deadly sword of death above their head like a mistletoe.

Blood. Your comrades. The enemies. Your fathers. Crimson residue of death splattering on your face when they are gunned down. It reeks. The stench invades your nostrils, choking you out of your horrific and intricate labyrinth of nightmares.

You awoke with a jolt, cold sweat dotting your forehead. Your breathing is erratic. An irregular pattern as you recall the nightmare you were just shaken from.

When you look up towards the window you see the moon, shining high up in the sky, it's pale face staring you down, you feel the need for a breath of cold, fresh night air.

Rising from where you sit upright on the bed, you silently make your way out of your shared bedroom and out the front door - to the porch -

You stand, leaned against the railing of the house you share with your husband – James – who is currently peacefully asleep, staring at the night above. The stars twinkle beautifully, like mini diamonds of infinite light, blinking down upon your delicate form.

For minutes, you stay like that, watching the stars, listening to the blissful song sung by the creatures of the night. It's peaceful.

The door creaks open behind you, but you don't bother to look over your shoulder. You already know who it is.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he leans on the porch railing beside you, his stunning green gaze trailing your face.

With a quivering lip you look over to him, and his eyes go impossibly soft, "Oh, Honey."

He wraps you in his large arms, hugging you close to his chest in an effort to comfort you. He provides a place of warmth and security while the pent up fear and grief releases itself out in the form of hot tears.

For some silent moments, you just rock in the comfort of his arms, small and quiet sobs rack your body and hot tears drip off your chin and into his shirt.

"Why are you crying, darling?' He asks, his voice soft and a comforting warmth.

"I-" hiccuping, you pause for a moment, "I'm afraid, James."

He doesn't say anything, just stares at you, waiting for you to continue, "afraid of losing you. Losing you just like how I lost him."

He sighs, and hugs you again, kissing your forehead, "Oh, baby," He whispers, peppering your face with kisses, "You won't lose me."

"But what if you get drafted?"

"I won't." He says, as if that would be ensured, when deep down, you know the army might pull him back any day, tell him 'you need to come fight again,' and put him back into danger.

And with the war brewing in Korea, your fear did nothing but deepen, worries eating away at you as the war raged on. "You don't know that." You whisper.

Your husband presses a few kisses to your face, one to the tip of your nose, one to your cheek, below your eyes, another to your forehead, and finally a firm one to your lips, "I promise my love, I'm not going to war."

He grabs your hand delicately, his large palms enclosing your own, warm fingers pressed lightly against your own, "C'mon love, let's go back to bed."

Sniffling, you follow him back inside and back to your bedroom, where you both lay side by side.

He leans over and closes you in his arms, spooning you, whispering, "I love you" in your ear.

"I love you too."

Locked safely in his arms, back pressed into his chest while you cuddle, you fall asleep in peace. Surely, the thought of the impending war wouldn't leave you, the fear of losing your husband to war once more, so recently after your father's tragic passing, and nearly your whole squad's brutal death, where you'd first met James.

But here, lying in his perfect arms, on this perfect night, the thoughts of war and nightmares would keep at bay for a while. Allowing you to sleep peacefully in your husband's protection.

#Matt Damon #Iceman kazansky requests #requests #Matt Damon x f!reader #Private James Ryan #James Ryan x f!reader #James Ryan x reader #saving private ryan #private #x reader #female reader #y/n #iceman-kazansky #angst #Angst with fluff ending #ww2 #♤ Requests

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elemiller · 2 years

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Jackson comforts you after a nightmare

⚠️This story contains blood⚠️

Little angel / Angel: is the name Jackson gives to you

The explosions are tearing the air around you, you're with Miller's team, or rather, you thought you were with them, when you realize you're not, it's too late.

The environment around you is a deluge of death, and looking closer at the faces of the corpse that are scattered on the ground, you see those of: Miller, Reiben, Horvarth, Mellish, Upham… and Jackson.

When you see him you rushed screaming to him as tears started to wet your face. «Daniel!» you scream throwing yourself on your knees next to his body.

You immediately take him in your arms to lift him off the ground, and you hold him on your lap.

«God please, no! Please love, wake up!» you try in every way to wake him up, but he doesn't open his eyes. His blood starts running down her chest and onto the ground. «Please wake up! open your eyes, love! Look at me!»

Where you held your hand over his chest, now you no longer felt his heart beating, you felt nothing… «Noo! Fuck no! Please don't do this to me!» you scream as you hold her lifeless body in your arms.

«Y/N!» a familiar voice ends in your screams. «Angel, wake up!». and finally you open your eyes and find the bell tower of Ravell.

In front of you there is a figure who looks at you, but you recognize it immediately. «Daniel!» and you throw yourself on him with your arms around his neck. «God, are you okay!?» you repeat embracing him passionately.

«Yes… I'm fine, little angel. What happens?» he asks you taking your face in his hands to look at him. You start crying again.

«No. No, no, no, Angel. it’s ok» and kisses your forehead, you feel his soft lips stick to your forehead for a long second.

Then when they break away, her eyes return to look at you. «It was just a bad dream, now everything is fine, and I'm here with you» he allows you to rest your head on her chest, now you feel his heart beating fast.

«It all felt so realistic…» you whisper with your face pressed into his chest.

«What did you dream, little angel?» he asks starting to stroke your hair with his hand.

«You…» you stop immediately, you had a blockage in your throat that didn't allow you to speak properly, and even the mere thought of what you dreamed scared you.

«I was on the main bridge, everything around was destroyed, even the bell tower. I look around and… and I see: Reiben, Horvarth, Mellish, Miller, Upham… all lying down he lands in that deluge of death…» your voice is strong, the more you speak the more the images intensify. Daniel continues to hold you in his arms as he runs his hand through your hair. «Then I look around again, and I see…» you were about to cry but Daniel stopped you with a kiss on the head.

«It's okay, go on» he encourages you in a fine and delicate voice.

«In the midst of the others there is you... you too are lying on the ground among the rubble, but I can't contain myself and I run to you, I throw myself to the side and try to wake you up, but you are covered in blood and I don't understand where from it comes out, so I start feeling all over your body looking for the bullet hole, but in the meantime the blood keeps coming out, and when I finally find the hole I put my hand on it and press, but then I no longer feel your heart beating… and-and…» and you cry desperately into his chest.

«Please, no» Daniel says, cupping your face in his hands.

«It was just a bad nightmare. It is gone. everything is alright. I'm here with you, and I'm not covered in blood, I'm awake and talking to you» while he strokes your wet cheeks with his thumb. then he leans towards you and gently places his lips on yours, forming a sweet kiss. when your lips part, Daniel brings his again to your forehead and kisses it. after which he smiles at you, and you reciprocate as you reach out towards him to embrace him, which he does immediately, this time however, he allows you to insert your head into the crook of his neck, to feel his contact.

«I'm here with you» he whispers in your ear, and after that he leaves a kiss on it.

«I know...» you whisper back.

«I love you little angel, don't forget it» he whispers again keeping his lips on the porthole of your ear.

«I know this too… I love you too» and you give him a kiss on his neck.

#saving private ryan #daniel jackson #y/n #jackson x reader #barry pepper

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justoneday-namjoonii · 16 days

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It burns, doesn’t it? [Pt. 23] The Kiss of Death

genre/au: mafia!au, mature, fluff, angst, love triangle

warnings: mature, mafia activity, illegal business activity, non-graphic sexual content, brief violence, toxic relationships, mentions of drugs, smoking, character d*ath, language, suggestive language, an attempt at a slow burn. If you’re easily triggered, please proceed with caution or do not proceed♥️

pairing: jungkook x reader ; yoongi x reader

word count: 7k +

authors note: see m.list (pinned post) for other parts! enjoy <3 will edit later probably lol

summary: The mafia tore your life apart, if it wasn’t for your will to live, it would have taken you out a long time ago. After everything, the heartbreak, betrayal and lies, you’ve emerged with a purpose—you’re apart of a family now. They won’t let you lay down and die—no matter how much you want to.

Blood soaked the antique area rug.

The meeting was long overdue, the high-ranking capos were looking for answers after the commotion died down. The discussion took place in the old lavish board room, his father used to have it polished and cleaned like clockwork.

At some point in the discussion, Jin came up. He always comes up.

“He’s got his own business going on in that old territory, my men don’t touch it, it used to be a hotspot too,” The capo said, a cigar between his fingers, “did they tell you, boss?”

“I figured as much,” Yoongi replies, “that’s a small loss in the grand scheme of things.”

“We don’t want it back?” Jimin speaks up, and Hoseok looks over at him.

“No,” Yoongi said plainly.

“What about our shipping docks? I think they’ve been sneaking around over there.”

“I want to get most of our product here by a private shipping company overseas,” Hoseok says, “Akane has a few options for us.”

“Boss,” Ryan, a trusted capo looked up from his phone, “Jungkook’s been released, our mole just sent the court ruling to me.”

“Hm, I wonder how he managed that,” Yoongi tilts his head in thought, “get some details and let me know.”

“That motherfucker,” Hoseok makes a low comment to Yoongi personally, “I don’t know who the fuck used their pull to save him.”

“I don’t think we need to worry about him right now, whoever’s supporting him isn’t flashy.”

Hoseok scoffs, he has developed a strong disdain for Jungkook. Hell, he was happy when he was in prison, life seemed simpler.

“Sai,” Yoongi called the one who seemed to fidget constantly.

“Sir?” He peered up at Yoongi, and instantly lost a bit of light in his eyes.

“Are you fucking using? You haven’t been able to sit still since you walked in here,” Yoongi stood from his chair, calmly approaching the man while the others watched, “it’s distracting,”

“S- sorry boss, I guess it’s just been a while since I’ve seen you,” He laughs, swallowing his nerves.

“Cigarette?”

Yoongi offers it with a cold tone, not getting one for himself.

The man’s eyes widen at the gesture--he knew what it meant. Yoongi takes a seat in front of him and grabs the cigarette, the man assumes he’s meant to take it.

“No please,” He takes it between his lips and takes out his silver lighter, letting the flame dance to it, “allow me.” He takes a puff with closed eyes and blows the smoke into the man's face with a deep sigh.

“Here,” He pushes it in between the man's pursed lips, “this is the good stuff,”

Tension hung in the air as the room fell silent. The men looked everywhere but the scene before them, they knew they were amid a farewell.

In this world, you can be punished for many things. But the most heinous of them all? Betrayal. You pay for that with your life. Yoongi grappled with that for a long time. He believed that some people were redeemable, worth a second chance, and deserving of mercy. He really used to believe that.

Yoongi rose from his seat once the cigarette was finished. “How was it?”

Sai pleaded for mercy, for the ruthless leader to spare some compassion. Yoongi simply leaned down, offering a gentle caress to his cheek in all his begging. “You know what you did, you knew this had to happen.”

“But- But you let that fucker walk Scott free, for years! He betrayed all of us but you wouldn’t let Joon touch him! You’re a hypocrite if you do this to me! You played dirty, getting his fucking little sister, how can you honor the code now? Betrayal punishable by death- What about ‘family is off-limits’ You did that shit!”

He had a point.

But alas, he and his chair crash to the ground by an abrupt contact of a fist in his face. One of the guards rushes over to hold him down and Yoongi gets down, eye-to-eye.

All that time when Jin was plotting his rise to power, not caring what bystanders suffered in his wake. Yoongi watched it happen. That was on him. As the boss, he was upholding a standard that even he made exceptions to.

“Those your last words?”

A string of curses fell on deaf ears.

In that moment, all traces of his father, that he spent so much of his life running from came rushing into him like they had never left. It was hard to watch, even for the senior capos who had witnessed tradition unfold many times before. But to see Yoongi heartless, and brutal, was a reminder. He is capable of even the most despicable acts, it comes with the job. The sound of gunshots rang throughout the room, too many times.

“Consider this an act of repentance,” Yoongi stands to his feet, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his bloody fingers. “have this cleaned up before the dinner,”

Once Yoongi is out of sight, Hoseok can’t hide his disgust for the blood splatter over the floor. “Ugh, did he have to be so goddamn messy?” He muttered. “I haven’t had to call in the cleaners in a while.”

“I didn’t realize he would still…” Jimin speaks up from the chair, where he had been frozen for the entire act. "Do it."

“Yeah, to be honest,” Hoseok dials a number, “neither did I,”

Yoongi’s quick exit from the scene was all so he could get somewhere private and try not to vomit.

“Fuck,” He unbuttoned a bit of his collar shirt and leaned against the sink to steady himself. When his eyes met the mirror, he looked away just as quickly. His disdain didn’t come from the blood on his hands, but the man in his reflection.

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“Is this too much?”

You stepped out of the dressing room in he third sundress, one a bit out of your comfort zone. It had bright colors and a flattering mermaid shape, something out of a fantasy novel at first glance. But Yaerim insisted, she said it was ‘trendy’ right now, and everyone should have one.

“It’s perfect! Not enough if you ask me,”

These days, you and Yaerim go out almost every day. Ayeong will ask you where you’d like to go if you want some new clothes or want to take up a hobby. At first, she claimed Yoongi had nothing to do with the unlimited shopping sprees, the drivers at your beck and call, but you knew the truth. You just let everyone think you were clueless. Shopping isn’t free, it’s definitely coming out of his pocket.

Over the past couple of weeks, Yoongi hasn’t wanted anyone at the estate during the day. Ayeong mentioned the risks of having meetings with different people going in and out, anyone could connect the dots and make your whereabouts public knowledge.

“Alright, if you say so,”

With a shrug, you swipe the AMEX again, and again, and once more just for good measure. You buy a few things for Yaerim, you even get something for your aunt, something you thought she’d like.

Just when you thought you couldn’t buy another thing, you pass a pet store.

“Oh my goodness,” You gasped, “Yaerim, look at that kitten, isn’t it precious?”

In the window, the gray and white kitten naps peacefully against the glass.

“Let’s go see! Oh my gosh, I’ve always wanted a cat, you should get her Y/n- oh, I don’t know if the boss likes animals, you think he would?”

“Who wouldn’t love that adorable face?”

Now, along with a bag full of clothes and a couple of knickknacks, you have a kitten and everything you need to take care of her.

When Sal comes to pick you up, you show him your new prize possession. He smiles brightly and laughs, it’s been a while since he’s served someone so pleased by the little things in life.

Both you and Yaerim nap on the way back. Sal said no one needs to be home until 6, so you had no choice but to shop all day, you thought to yourself.

“Miss, I’ll take your bags up.”

One of the faithful staff ushers you inside, not giving you a chance to get the bags yourself. This time you oblige, but you hold your kitten close in her carrier. Yaerim went to the laundry room to finish her shift, while you went upstairs to get your new companion acclimated.

“What should I call you?” You gently take her from the carrier and hold her in your hands. “How about Poppy? Do you like that?” She gives you a sleepy blink and you take it as a yes.

When you walked in, you couldn’t help but notice the cleaning van outside and the sound of a high-powered vacuum. It never pays to pry into their affairs, but to deny your curiosity is painstaking.

“Miss,” Ana appears in your doorway, “you should start getting ready for tonight,”

“What’s happening tonight?”

“He didn’t tell you? The family dinner is tonight at the Min family restaurant,” She looks you up and down, “It’s formal, so I’ll help you get ready.”

“But I just got this kitten, I should probably stay and-”

“Yearim will take care of that, Min insists that you attend. It’s mandatory.”

“Alright,”

With only an hour or so to get ready, you run through the shower, and all the while, you wonder what this dinner will be like. And why he wants you to attend. When you step out in your robe, you see a black dress and multiple sets of jewelry on the bed.

“Do you like this? Min said to put you in something that suited you best since it’s a special occasion.”

“This is beautiful…” You pick up the dress, “gorgeous, where’d it come from?”

“The vault, he said to bring it all so you could choose whatever you’d like,” She grins to herself, “he was adamant about letting you choose.”

“Oh, wow,” You begin to open up the jewlery boxes, “this is a lot, I’ll choose once I get dressed.”

“Alright, the car is out front when you’re ready,”

When you do get dressed, you’re brought back to those couple of nights in Japan. They dressed you up like a dime piece only for you to sit around quietly and obediently. Jungkook revealed a lot of himself, he gave background on why he lived the way he did. You did’t look back at that trip fondly anymore, it reminded you of how scared you were, how helpless. Now it’s different. Even though this isn’t optional, you’re still being forced to go to an event that has no personal ties to you, you don’t want to test Yoongi’s grace for you. Not yet.

“Knock knock,” The knock is accompanied by a sing-song voice, “It’s me,” You open the door and let Yaerim in, “I heard I’m taking the kitten for the night! Y/n, you look so nice,”

“Thank you,” You scrunch your nose at the compliment, “I don’t know why he wants me to wear this, and all this jewelry,”

“Well,” She begins, petting Poppy as she naps, “I heard some of the staff talking…”

“Yeah? What were they saying…” You put your earrings on, one by one.

“He’s never brought a date to one of these before, it’s an important dinner, super traditional,”

“Really?” You look in the mirror, loving how Ana did your hair. “That’s interesting…”

When Yaerim puts your necklace on as a finishing touch, you step out of the room. The guard that had been waiting for you outside the door takes your hand and escorts you downstairs. Faithful Sal is waiting for you at the door, he gives you an endearing smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I take too long?”

“Not at all,” He opens the door and helps you inside the car, “you look lovely.,”

“Wait!” All of a sudden, Ayeong is running up the stairs to meet you.

“Ayeong?” You gasp when she fully embraces you. “Oh, are you alright?”

“I’m- I’m fine,” she says in the crook of your neck, “I’m just about to get off and I haven’t seen you since breakfast, so I just wanted to give you a hug,” She smiles, and you swore you saw her fighting back tears. “I guess I just, I missed it all sweetheart.”

“Oh, I missed you too,” You smiled brightly, “I’m running a bit late, so I’ll see you in the morning, alright?”

“Okay, you have a goodnight Y/n, enjoy yourself!”

As the sleek black car glided through the city streets, your mind swirled with thoughts.

The evening air was crisp, filtering through the cracked window, carrying the faint scent of distant street vendors and the hum of urban life. The city lights painted streaks of gold and amber against the darkening sky, casting an enchanting glow upon the streets below.

Glancing at your reflection in the window, you adjusted the delicate necklace Ana had chosen for you, its shimmering diamonds catching the soft glow of the passing streetlights. In the front seat, Sal wore a calm expression, his hands steady on the wheel as he navigated through the bustling traffic with ease.

Along with your nerves, underlying tension hung heavy in the air. You couldn't shake the feeling of unease, knowing that this dinner was more significant than the other events you'd attended.

As the car turned onto a quieter street, the towering skyscrapers gave way to elegant townhouses and cobblestone pathways. The road exuded an air of exclusivity, with ornate wrought-iron gates guarding the entrance to each luxurious estate.

As you approached the restaurant, a historical building adorned with delicate stone carvings and overgrown ivy, a sense of apprehension washed over you.

But then you see Yoongi, walking in with the original entourage. Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung all follow Yoongi as he steps out of the car, each of them in perfectly tailored suits.

As the car came to a stop, Sal turned to face you, his expression unreadable. "We've arrived, miss," he announced, his voice tinged with a hint of concern.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered your composure. With a nod of gratitude to Sal, he helps you out of the car and Yoongi sees you from a mile away.

“Check her out,” Ryan nudges Jimin, “she cleans up nice,”

“I know,” He walkd over, assuming he’s on ‘Y/N duty’. But Yoongi tells all of them to head inside without him, and Jimin is left pondering thoughts over that.

That leaves you standing on the curb, waiting for the others to walk in. When the last member walked inside , he finally gave you his full attention. He eyes you like he wants to say something about your appearance, but he keeps it to himself for now.

“Stay with me tonight, okay? Don’t wander off with anyone,”

You nodded. Normally, you would inquire about his reasoning, but tonight, he seems a bit off, like one wrong word and you’re history.

Once you walked into the restaurant, you saw so many familiar faces. Some of these people worked at Namjoon’s base, particularly the women. Some you had seen working with Jungkook on those many nights out, making runs around the city.

The night went on like a true family dinner.

There was an undeniable buzz in the atmosphere, it was contagious. Laughing, and chatting about the past and the present. As you looked over the room, even the most stoic men were smiling at each other, enjoying the endless champagne and Hors d'oeuvres. Hoseok and Taehyung seemed to have mended the underlying strife between them, even for tonight. Jimin on the other hand seemed less than interested for the first half, but a couple of old fashions changed that.

Now it’s evident why is so important.

It’s a time and place where the true colors of the mafia come to light. In the day-to-day, where crime and violence monopolize their time, they need gatherings like this to unify their spirits. To remind them that this is family, this is what they traded their souls for.

Suddenly, you feel a warmth on your thigh. You glance over and see Yoongi’s free hand resting just above your knee, and he continues his conversation casually.

The more you think about it, the less his request for you to join him makes sense. Why did he want you here? Nothing to say, you’re only here for arm candy and the wondering eye to gawk over. You can’t help but wonder if that was his intention, to show you off.

“I’d like to make a toast,”

A hush takes over the room in seconds. All eyes are on the respected leader. His hand leaves you when he stands up, stem glass in hand.

“To Kim Namjoon,” He holds the glass high, and the room follows suit, including yourself. “May he rest in peace.”

The room followed his every command like a cult of loyal subjects, eager to please their king.

When he got up, he said he’ll be right back. You thought, does he think you’re just gonna sit here? He should know you well enough by now, to know you don’t like to sit still for too long.

“Hi,”

You look up at a towering figure in front of you.

“Hi,” You reply.

“I’m Jooyoung, I don’t know if you remember me but I remember you,” He gets cozy beside you, “you used to be the talk of the town, you know that?”

“I know,” You grit your teeth at that thought.

“It’s died down now, no one wants to get in hot water with the boss, he’s back to his old ways,” He sips from his nearly empty glass, “but I’m glad to see you’re doing well, really,”

“Uh, thanks,” You pause, finally processing his statement, “What do you mean his old ways?”

Just as he opens his mouth to answer, Yoongi begins to make his way back and he gets out of potential harm's way.

“You okay?” Yoongi rests a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m fine,” You nodded.

“How’s the food?” He stayed hovering over you, gaze lingering on you longer than you expected.

“It’s- it’s good,” You peer up at him, his expression hard to read. It’s something in between curious and slightly agitated.

“Do you want another drink?”

“I haven’t even finished this one-“

“I need another drink.”

You follow behind him to the bar where he orders a shot of something dark and what he called, ‘an Irish bomb. You’re taken aback when you realize both were for him when he’s already throwing back the second one.

“Anything for you, miss?” The bartender smiles kindly.

“Oh um, I’ll have the shot he had,” You say, innocent of what was in those glasses. The bartender quickly, and as soon as you get a whiff, you regret your decision. Despite your displeasure: you down it anyway. Within seconds, you cough after the burn of it going down.

“Ugh, that was bad,” You cringe, unable to hide your disgusted expression. Yoongi’s eyes linger on you momentarily and he flashes a knowing smile inwardly. With a firm touch at the small of your back, he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “How do you drink this stuff?”

“Come with me,”

You blink, “Oh, ok…” You exchange glances with the bartender who looks away. He grabs your arm and whisks you out of the restaurant's main haul and into a private room, likely meant for administrative purposes.

As soon as the door shuts behind him, he lets his guard down and relaxes. You observe quietly, folding your arms around yourself, as he takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over the office chair

“I meant to tell you about tonight,” He explains unprompted, “I’ve just been caught up,”

“Why did you want me to come?”

“I thought you’d enjoy a night out,” He walks up to you,“you don’t like it?”

“You didn’t exactly give me a choice; the staff said I had to come.” You cross your arms.

“Do you like the dress?” He intentionally gets in your space, making you to take a step back.

You scoff, glancing down at the gown. “Why? did you pick it out?”

He gives you a sly smile that you take it as a yes.

“It’s nice,” You feign being unimpressed, “but if you brought me here just to be an accessory, you could have just said that.” He steps forward, backing you against the wall

“Is that what you think this is?” He snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“Yeah,” You nod, “what else could it be? You want me to stay with you, not talk to anyone? I could have stayed back,”

“No, that’s not,” He sighs, taking in how dolled up you are and how this could probably be the least interesting thing you’ve done this week. “Honestly, I wanted to be around you tonight, I had a rough day,”

You feel a blush rise to your cheeks, still not used to hearing things like that from him still not accustomed to hearing such sentiments from his mouth.

Over the past few weeks, the space between you and Yoongi has become smaller.

He steps forward, hands resting on your waist so he could kiss you. And just like that, you two stay quiet while indulging in your little secret. He cradles the back of your head, presenting the right angle as he searches for the perfect blend of softness and firm. He always sets the perfect pace, and you feel yourself become pliable like water, spilling through his fingers.

“I've been waiting all day for this," he murmurs, his lips lingering close to yours, reluctant to pull away. "We should get out of here; get some privacy," he adds, his tone betraying his reluctance to stop kissing you.

“You’re the boss, don’t you have to stay?”

“I’m the boss,” he smirks, “I can do whatever I want.”

True to his word, he called a car and you two snuck out through the back. He helped you into the vehicle, ensuring you were secure before getting in himself. He tells the driver a location unknown to you. Once it's confirmed that you're en route, Yoongi lowers the privacy screen, continuing to kiss you, as if he had been anxious to do so.

He picks you up to sit you across his lap, eliciting a gasp of utter shock from you. It makes him giggle, the way you react to him as if this were all new to you.

When he finally pulls away from your lips, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell good, new perfume?" he murmurs between kisses on your chest, leaving damp imprints on your skin.

“Y- yeah.”

"It’s nice," He's feeling the effects of those drinks now because he’s tempted to say anything that comes to mind.

“Are- are you okay?” You manage to pull away, looking into his half-lidded eyes and noticing the red glow on his cheeks. He stares back at you, taking in your flustered expression and rosy cheeks.

“I will be,” He deadpans, breathing in and out.

“But where-” You pull away again and Yoongi huffs in frustration, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere we can be alone, is that okay with you?” You nod, unsure if that's what you mean or if you’re afraid to say no.

“That’s- that’s okay with me…”

Unbeknownst to you, he made a hotel reservation just for the two of you. He planned to get you out of the house to bail on the oh-so-important family dinner. You would have never guessed that this was his cover-up plan. The thought alone made you feel all sorts of things—excited, anxious, confused. The idea that he wanted to be with you like this, so much so that he carved out a time and place just for you.

“I couldn’t be in that damn house tonight,” He said in the elevator, his hand resting in the small of your back, “My day has been too damn long just to have to sneak around for this,”

“This?" you questioned, urging him to expound.

"You," he flashed a snarky smile. "Sneaking around at all hours of the night, in my own home? I’m pretty sure some staff are starting to catch on."

“I hope not,” You scrunch your nose at the thought. Ayeong seemed to have a chipper demeanor whenever you found yourself close to the mafia boss.

"Do you think anyone is suspicious about us leaving together?" you asked, your curiosity veiled with unease.

"I’m sure," he answered honestly.

Eventually, you made it to the hotel room and everything was so grand and expensive. The bed seemed to have no end with pristine white linen, the bathroom was equipped with a large tub and walk-in shower. Yoongi discarded his jacket for the second time that night and gestured for you to sit wherever you’d like. You chose the chair near the French doors to the balcony, hands pressed to your lap. In Yoongi fashion, he had already ordered his alcohol of choice to the room and he went right for it.

"Are you trying to get drunk?" you asked the obvious question.

"No," he took another shot. "just trying to unwind." With a chuckle, he stalked over and kneeled in front of you. "How was your day, by the way?"

You sat tensed, eyes darting from your feet to his face. He lifted your ankle to rest on his knee so he could remove your heels. He meticulously unbuckled the straps, one hand under your ankle while the other worked on the clasp. When you failed to reply, he asked again.

"Well, how was it?"

"It was fine, I did a little shopping with Yearim," you swallowed, watching his fingertips linger on your skin despite your heels being long gone. "nothing too crazy."

He paused, staring up at you as if he was truly interested. He couldn’t be, he had to be humoring you. "You do a lot of shopping,”

"Yeah, is that okay?“ You laughed nervously.

"It’s fine," he placed his palms on your knees. "No one else is using all this money, you seem to make good use of it, so I don’t mind."

"You're really, um," you paused, searching for the right word, "talkative."

"Yeah? I suppose I am, just trying to fill your awkward silence since you're so tense," he said softly, meeting your gaze with a glimmer of desire in his eyes. “You want another drink? To take the edge off,”

You nod. “Sure…”

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“Sir, I lost all contact with him,” The agent paces in her office, “last time we spoke, we were supposed to arrange a meeting place for handoff tonight, I was sure we had this!-”

“You’re dealing with a criminal, Agent Ban. This may take longer than you think, I told you this wouldn’t be easy.”

“Okay, then what should I do now?”

“Get creative, that’s all you can do.”

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“Oh my God, they’re not letting this go.”

Henry read through the contract for the second time, attempting to understand how she managed to file a lawsuit against the family. Melinda was not backing down. You won’t be snubbed out of the will, not if she can help it. And Jin, for some odd reason, seems to care about your claim to the fortune.

“We need to get the authorities involved in this,” He closed up the envelope the severance was packaged in, “if she is missing or dead, there’s no sense in waiting around for her to turn up, we need to close this up.”

Jin made a mental note—your maternal family members are all stuck-up pricks, no surprise your mother eloped. As a form of making amends with some of his only flesh and blood, he’s decided to support Melinda in this battle. He has the power he’s always wanted, and a bit more even. His only wish now is that he can safely hide away his flesh and blood like his father once had.

Today though, he’s off to address a burning question of his. How did Jungkook get out?

Wei arrived with no information to report. All they know is that Jungkook left the courtroom a free man.

“Jin,” Melinda sits across from Jin at the upscale brunch spot, sipping a mimosa, “be honest, why did she choose not to come with you?”

“We weren’t on good terms, and a few people made it pretty difficult for me.”

“Can you find a way for me to talk to her?” She questions.

“Last night, there was an annual event within the organization,” He paused, “I had eyes in there, they saw her there, dressed up like a legitimate member. But I’ll have to see what I can do about contacting her,”

“So they make her attend events,” She shook her head in disbelief, “like a damn show pony.”

“She may have a choice.”

“Jin, do you know anything about your sister? You talk about her like-“

Suddenly, she gets an unknown call on her phone. Jin takes a glance from past glass.

“Who’s that?”

“Not sure,” She let it buzz a couple of times, before bringing it to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Melinda West?”

“It is,” She glanced up at Jin with furrowed brows, “who is this?”

“My name is Lisa Ban, I'm an agent with the FBI and I’ve been working on your niece's case for a few months now.”

Melinda gasps, this is the first she’s heard of any law enforcement giving a damn about you. She puts the phone on speaker, giving Jin a look to start listening in.

“Why is this the first time I’m hearing from you? It’s been over a year since she was abducted.”

“I know Ms. West, and for that I’m so sorry. But the oversight of her case came from the sheer size of the organization she’s involved with. At first, she was a potential accomplice until I did some further digging. Now I’m using all of my resources to find her.”

Melinda lets out an exasperated sigh. “So why are you contacting me now?”

“Last night, the mafia boss who is holding her captive agreed to meet me and give her over-“

“You have her?!”

“No, not exactly. The meeting fell through, we had been contacting each other for weeks and confirmed that he would let her go. Last night he was supposed to give me a location to meet him early this morning, but he never did. In fact, he blocked my number and he likely used a burner phone, so I’m at square one.”

“Okay, what do you plan to do now?”

“I can’t say too much right, I want to meet you. I know it’s short notice, but can you meet me at Le Blanc Bistro at 7 tonight? Then, I can detail the entire case to you and maybe we can help each other.”

“Um,” Melinda looks to Jin who mouths for her to say yes, “Okay, yes, I’ll see you tonight.”

“Thank you, Ms. West. Take care.”

“When you go, don’t mention me but get as much information as you can,” Jin advises

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You thought this was all just to soothe the stress; that loomed over your head like a dark cloud. But when his voice broke against your neck, eyes focused but half-lidded in ecstasy, his grip tightenuntil his knuckles turned white. You had a front-row seat to his raw humanity, his soul bared in front of you.

When you opened your mouth to say something, you were silenced by a kiss. And it was his, not so subtle, way of telling you to shut up. But suddenly, you tasted something salty and warm hit your tongue—tears? That’s when you yanked your head away and touched your lips, to his displeasure.

"Y- Yoongi," you stalled all movement and his eyes shot open in surprise. "Are you okay?"

“Shit, Y/N,” he cursed, trying to keep the moment from shattering. “Why are you stopping to ask me that? I’m doing fucking terrific, aren’t you?” He was exasperated, sweat beading on his furrowed brows. You inspected his face with concern, not saying a word.

“What’s wrong?” he touched his cheek to feel the warm liquid.

“Fuck, fuck,” he combed his hair back and took a moment to catch his breath. You tried to move away but he pulled you back, holding you so you couldn’t move not an inch.

“No, no, don’t,” he took both your hands and kissed them. “I’ve had a few too many, that’s all, it feels so good you brought me to tears,” He flashed a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m fine, please.. don’t stop.”

He’d never sounded like this before, so desperate. You chose continue as he watched intently, tonguing at his lips, taking it all in. And at some point, he ascended, went somewhere else, and dragged you there.

Once things settled, you lay on his chest and he resisted the temptation to smoke a cigarette, settling for combing a hand through your hair, delicately pinching the strands between his fingers. You peeked over at the gun on his nightstand; all these mafia boys were the same in the bedroom, vulnerable for a moment but forever guarded.

“Today, I had to do something I haven’t done in years,” he sighed, his voice rumbling in his chest under your ear. “And that shit has been haunting me, all fucking day…”

You glanced up at him, heart aching at his admission. “I’m sorry… what did you have to do?”

His sweet caresses came to a halt. It took him a while to open up, to say more than a couple of sentences. He felt a conflict; while he wanted to reveal his thoughts and feelings to you, he didn’t want you cursed with those images.

“I don’t want you to worry about that,” He pressed his lips to your brow, his breath warm and soothing, “I shouldn’t have to do it again for a long time.”

Little did he know, you saw the cleaning company come into the house…does what he did have anything to do with that? You choose not to pry despite your painful curiosity. Silence hung in the air for a good minute.

“Well,” you grappled for something to lighten the mood, “I bought a kitten today.”

He furrowed his brows, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah?”

“Mhm, her name is Poppy, she’s cute,” you sat up on his chest, eyes brighter just at the mention of her. “Pretty quiet… from what I can tell.”

You sighed, absentmindedly tracing the tattoo peaking over his shoulder. In a moment like this, you can easily forget you’re an ex-prisoner, now a valuable collateral of the mafia.

“That’s nice babe,” He groaned, eyes growing heavy with exhaustion, “now get some sleep, we have to get up early…”

“Can I ask you a question?”

He sighed, giving up on trying to get some shut-eye. “Go ahead,”

“What does your tattoo mean?”

“I had to get branded when I joined the organization,” He answered plainly, “it’s a snake because my father had a code, the snake represents transformation. Snakes have to shed their skin to grow, to survive. If they don’t, they die.”

You continued tracing the intricate design, understanding dawning on you. “So, it’s about changing to survive?”

“It is,” he murmured, his voice a blend of bitterness and acceptance. “You have to shed who you are. The old you has to die so you can become who you need to be to survive in this world.”

“Wow, that's so symbolic,” You reply, “it’s big, it must have been painful…” You cooed, still tracing the small part you could see from his shoulder. “Was it?”

“It was,” He hums, “the healing process was the worst part, I couldn't lay on my back for weeks…” He took your hand, leading it to rest on his chest, where his heart beat steadily beneath your palm. “Now that I’ve answered your question, can we please go to sleep?”

“Yoongi…” You pursed your lips, feeling a surge of vulnerability. “How do you feel about me?...”

“Y/N, for the love of God,” His eyes flutter open, “let’s not get into that.”

“Why? Just tell me or I’m gonna think you hate me, that you’re just using me.”

“I don’t hate you, and I’m not using you,” He yawns, his guard slipping, “trust me.”

“So it’s just the sex then,” You conclude, half-joking but very much serious, “you keep me around for that, is that all it is?”

“Oh, stop. If that’s all it was,” Yoongi sat up, causing you to lift yourself and look at him wide-eyed, “rest assured, we would have been doing this a long time ago,” He brushed your cheek tenderly, “It’s a plus, but it’s not just the sex.”

“Oh,” You blushed, a small smile breaking through. “So it sounds like you’ve always been attracted to me then?”

“Are you on a vanity kick right now?” He pulls you into his lap, hands under your thighs, and the idea of sleep is long gone from his mind.

“Please tell me,” You comb through his hair, massaging his scalp, “when did you start to see me like this? Fine, I’ll go first,” You give an anxious smile, “after you were shot, I helped you clean your wounds and we talked, we had a real conversation…I thought about that a lot, we had so much more in common than I imagined and I realized you weren’t so bad, I started to like you…a lot.“

“Okay,” His hands glide up and down your sides, “you really wanna know?” You nod.

“When I first officially met you, you were a bratty kid obsessed with Jeon Jungkook,” He begins, “You were angry, scared of everything, impulsive, difficult to deal with, you couldn’t fight, still can’t-”

“Damn,” You scoff, "maybe I shouldn’t have asked-”

“I’m not done,” He playfully clasps his hand over your mouth, “you were all those things to me for a long time, and not only that but you were my best friend’s little sister.” He removes his hand, watching you bite your lips. “I had every reason not to want you…But I don’t know, I don’t have an exact time or moment when it started, maybe when you went batshit crazy at the auction and then kissed me in the bathroom,” He snickers at your growing blush, “you shouldn’t have done that, after that kiss I had a hard time getting you off my mind, I couldn’t even make any more excuses after that.”

“Really?” You swallow your nerves. “I’m flattered.”

“Yes really, and I see that you aren’t some kid…there’s so much to you, more than I realized. I take care of you because you are my responsibility, but it’s more than that, I like to take care of you, I like getting to know you, being with you…I wanted to have you, just like this.”

“What does all of that mean?” You press further, trying to pry out three words.

He presses his forehead against yours, knowing what you’re getting at. “I care about you Y/n,” He brushes your hair away from your face, just, “so much,” He presses his face into the crook of your neck. “

“Y-Yoongi,” You whispered, cupping his face to bring him eye-to-eye, your heart pounding in your chest. “You said we had to get up early, you shouldn’t be kissing anyone if you’re trying to go to sleep.”

He breathed in, his heartstrings giving way to any prior plans or limits he had for himself.

“Change of plans,” He placed his hand over the one you had on his cheek, his eyes locking onto yours. He smirked, “We’re sleeping in.”

Some people are true to the very end. Their path may change, their words may falter, but they remain true to their nature. Jungkook is like that. Amidst shifting dynamics and the ebb and flow of bonds, he stands resolute. He had no regrets from the moment he pledged his soul to this life, severing ties with his blood and swearing allegiance to an organization that masqueraded as family.

He would do it again and again, and again.

When he got a phone call from a man claiming to be his uncle, he understood more why he chose the mafia. After the smoke clears, someone will come to your rescue when you least expect it.

The phone call from his ‘uncle’.

“Namjoon left specific instructions, if anything were to happen to him, I’d treat you like my own, and that’s what I plan to do.”

The retired mafia kingpin sent all his resources and pulled every string to honor his son's wish.

So after a few weeks, when he appeared in court dressed in guilty orange, he didn’t so much as bat an eye.

His new legal team rallied around him, professing him as innocent and wrongfully prosecuted on baseless claims. And the judge? Somehow seen unfit to rule over this case, was replaced by a rookie, just barely out of law school. It all fell into place.

Junghyun sat in the courtroom, watching his brother sit back comfortably. It was a misuse of justice, a real shitshow if you ask him.

“The court rules, not guilty.”

The court was adjourned. Jungkook was uncuffed and Junghyun was the first to approach him.

“What the hell did you do to pull this off?” He stands almost eye-to-eye with Jungkook, and the smirk on his face says it all, he’s gotten away with murder.

Before Jungkook could answer, from the crowd his mother ran up and embraced him.

“Jungkook,” She squeezed her eyes shut, savoring the moment, “come home with us, please-”

“I’m sorry…” His expression saddened, “You know I can’t.” He, for the first time in years, looked at her with love in his eyes.

“Excuse me, Mr. Jeon, after you get changed, we have a car ready for you,” The man positioned at the back of the courtroom with a pressed suit and manicured appearance stands in waiting, “We should get going.”

He hugs her one last time, and she knows he’s saying he loves her. But he has to go, he had to make that choice when he was just a teenager and he has to make it now. Soon, he is checked out and escorted into a luxury vehicle with dark tints, and in the seat beside him lies the items he was booked with.

“Where am I going?”

“Master Kim’s residence.”

He doesn’t typically get anxious, but his nerves are getting to him today. Even though he’s out in the real world, feeling the sun on his skin and seeing the trees blow in the wind and the birds fly in the sky—there’s this eerie feeling. How did he manage this type of luck? What does he have to do in return for his freedom? There’s always a catch.

A butler of sorts opens the doors and leads Jungkook inside, calling him Mr. Jeon.

“Please, make yourself comfortable,”

He directs Jungkook to sit in the formal living room in the grand home, he remembers this well. Namjoon brought him here a few times when he was just a boy, he could just taste the silver spoon Namjoon had in his mouth. Privilege, wealth, power—Namjoon was born with it. He always admired that, he wanted to be like him, more than anything.

“I’m glad to see you made it out, Jungkook”

The elder Kim entered the room, commanding Jungkook’s full attention with just the sound of his voice.

“Sir,” Out of respect, Jungkook gets down on his knees in a full bow, “I’m in debt to you, thank you… This wouldn’t have been possible if it weren’t for you,’ He stays, headed fully facing the ground, “I don’t deserve this.”

“Favor isn’t deserved my child, it’s simply given,” He stood above Jungkook with a look of his endearment, “Stand up and have a seat, please.”

Jungkook does as he’s told. When he’s sat upright, he finally sees the mob veteran’s striking resemblance to his late son. He only recalls seeing him a couple of times in photos, but never in person like this.

“You know, my son spoke very fondly of you,”

Jungkook peeks up, resembling a timid little kid.

“He said you didn’t grow up with a lot, but had more potential and grit than anyone he’d ever met,” He continues, “I taught him to choose his family and regard them above anyone else, that’s the key to success in our line of work, you look out for your own,” He paused to sip his tea, “that’s why I chose to help you.”

“But I don’t understand,” He said, brows furrowed, “your son was killed because of me-’”

“Years ago, Namjoon asked me to do one thing for him, and that was to take you into the family,” He said sincerely, “he knew that if anything ever happened to him, he had to take care of you, even in death,”

“He…He arranged this?”

“Of course,” He laughs, “you were his favorite.”

Jungkook's mind raced as he processed the elder Kim’s words. The weight of Namjoon’s loyalty and sacrifice bore down on him, mingling with the relief of his newfound freedom.

“His favorite?” Jungkook repeated, still struggling to grasp the gravity of it all.

“Yes,” the elder Kim confirmed, his eyes softening. “He saw something in you, something worth protecting. That’s why I’ve pulled all the strings to keep you safe. Namjoon’s death was a tragedy, but his trust in you was unwavering.”

Jungkook looked down, the guilt gnawing at him. “I never meant for him to die, I don’t even know how it happened…”

The elder Kim shook his head. “In this world, things like that happen, Jungkook. But remember, Namjoon chose you. Honor his memory by living up to that belief.”

A heavy silence settled between them, broken only by the quiet ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner. “How do I do that?”

“Get some rest,” the elder Kim said, standing up. “Tomorrow, we’ll discuss your next steps.”

As Jungkook was led to his temporary quarters, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the test of his character was looming around the corner. The room he entered was lavish, a stark contrast to the cell he slept in the night prior. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

He saw the same face, but he knew he couldn’t be the same person. Not anymore.

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tempkiriri · 2 months

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For the fandom ask game, for Tiger & Bunny: could I please have 1, 3, 12, 22 for *rolls mental dice* Antonio and Ryan, and 23, please? 😊🩷

Alrighty! 1: OTP This is honestly a tricky one for both men, and people may be surprised by the answer. Who I pair Antonio with may change later since I still need to read the Manga, but I do picture him as having a 'buried so deep he doesn't acknowledge it' crush on Kotetsu and used to have one on Tomoe as well but of course kept his lips shut (which also answers the OT3 question for him as well haha). With *just* the anime taken into account, his crush on Agnes isn't belivable, you 100% need supplementary material to even have his 'I'm trying to get *Agnes* a gift' thing at the end of S2 come across as believable and not just a cheap expectation divergence for the sake of it. So right now it's kind of, no OTP for him, but Antonio/Kotetsu is crammed into a little box in the corner in my head. As for Ryan, I don't ship him with anyone too strongly bc the only 'older' (aka mid 30s at youngest in my head) women in the show are Agnes and Nathan, and whilst either could be interesting in theory I don't think it would work out for either of them lol. I'm a Ryan Milf Hunter truther, meaning I don't ship him with Karina at all. Like, I dunno man, him flirting with her mother right in front of her is kinda sending clear signals to me. Someone please write Golden Ryan x MILF!Reader fics I think that would be funny.

3: NoTP This one is also tricky. I classify a NOTP as something that is able to render me physically uncomfortable if discussed, which aside from some generally obvious child / adult ships and similar ships in here, I don't think I have that reaction to anything. Closest is for Antonio is that I think Ivan is allowed to have a crush on him but Antonio would like, nephew-zone him, much like how Kotetsu has niece-zoned Karina at least twice now. And similarly while not exactly an NOTP for Ryan, I again just don't see him with Karina, she's not in the age bracket he's interested in; too young.

12: Funniest/Craziest AU? Honestly there's not a lot of AUs I can think of that revolve specifically around a character. Antonio has a bit of a sad one I have saved for him so it's not applicable here, but for Ryan I *did* write a fic where he and Ivan go to the beach bc he wants to help Ivan 'hunt for babes', that was pretty fun to write. Molly comes with, btw. But I don't consider that an AU bc I tried to keep it canon compliant, so...yeah, don't have much for ryan, at the moment.

22: Give us a HC Antonio - He's secretly semi-fluent in Japanese because he wanted to learn due to being friends with Kotetsu and Tomoe and wanting to communicate with them in private when in public (at least when in Sternbild). Ryan - Everyone seems to make fun of just how *fake* of a shade of yellow his hair is, but it's also very hard to get it to that colour if your hair is naturally dark (everyone remember Morita's The Live Incident? Bleached his hair so hard by best he could achieve was some cherry red-brown). Naturally, Ryan is a Platinum Blond like Ivan is, but with the colour being so un-vibrant combined with Ryan's desire to stand out, he dyes it a horrific yellow.

23: Has Fav ship changed overtime? Across all fandoms and my time being alive, certainly. As a young kid I got into Avatar, as one does, and something both outright turned me off from Katara with Aang and hooked me on Katara with Zuko. I don't know, I think it's just a difference of how chemistry can be forced in terms of writing. Tunnel of Love is the bane of like 8yo me's existence is all i'm gonna say.

Next I moved onto sonic and oh man there were so many goddamn ships. Sticking strictly to Canon on Canon, I think my first fav sonic ship was Tails and Cream, and currently it's Sonic with either Blaze or Knuckles (though for Sonaze specifically I view it as starcrossed and I do have a fic idea on exploring that *evil laughs*). If anyone wants a thicker rundown of the sonic ship timeline feel free to ask for 23 again and state sonic only lolll

Then I caved into despair like lord Enoshima would have wanted and got a double whammy of Hetalia and Danganronpa around the same timeframe. For Hetalia, you can rip the old bickering married couple of France and England from my cold dead hands, and then I had several for Danganronpa but the one I think I championed for the hardest out of sheer 'it's getting drowned out by the less interesting shit' was Shuichi x Kaito. Like, my guys, Shuichi catches HIS GAY THOUGHTS ON KAITO IN THE MIDDLE OF AN FTE. I genuinely don't know how other ships have stronger bases bc of that one moment. But also, that would require the DR fandom to know how to read, so (/j).

And then came Persona 5. So many good ships in here, I still adore stuff like Joker with both Yusuke and Ryuji, and I also got a soft spot for Ryuji with Yusuke or Haru. (In fact I have an AU fic I promise I havent abandoned abt Ryukita. The two men are early 20s in the fic with jobs and Ryuji is even a single father.)

And now we arrive at present time, where these petty argument idiots have taken over my brain, send help. Honourable mention will have to go to Keith with Cis bc that episode completley destroyed me it's like a brain worm and I cannot pluck it out.

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be-my-wingman-anytime · 1 year

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Requesting Flyby

Callsign Updog. So when people ask 'What's updog?' I can say 'Nothing, what's up with you?'. This is likely the reason why I've not been accepted into Top Gun. Being accepted on Tumblr is a close second.

// REQUESTING FLYBYS \\

SHIPPING: Open For: Top Gun [1986], Top Gun: Maverick, Band of Brothers, Generation Kill, Saving Private Ryan Opening Soon: The Pacific, Masters of the Air

(please include)

Fandom (please specify, including which Top Gun timeline. If you write 'Top Gun' without stating 1986 or 2022/Maverick, I'll take it as writers choice!)

A general 'About Me' paragraph. (And/Or follow the list below)

Gender/Pronouns

Sexuality/Gender Preference

Appearance (helps but optional)

Hobbies

Flaws

Main Traits

Insecurities

Personality type (optional)

Starsign (optional)

NSFW included or not || (Minors DNI with NSFW) ||

Let me know if there's someone who you definitely don't want to be shipped with.

What you'll receive: Gif of your match-up with some headcanons and ideas on how I perceive your ship. Possible moodboard if inspiration strikes (no promises will be made but you can happily request one!)

DRABBLES: ( x readers) Open for: Top Gun [1986] and Top Gun: Maverick only

Send in a small prompt request.

Specify which character (Optional timeline too)

Specify a Genre otherwise it'll be writers choice!

I mainly write for Iceman because who doesn't love the future Admiral but I'll write for anyone.

Turnaround time will depend on numerous outside factors. I will do my best to whip something up for you as soon as possible.

Aviator Updates: Inbox (6); Top Gun: Maverick Ship Request (2) BoB Ship Request (2) Gen Kill Ship Request (2) Custom (1)

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obsessive-ego · 3 months

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hi! Do you mayhaps have any beetlejuice x reader fics to recommend? I’m pretty new to the fandom and stuff lol. Uh- do you also know if the play has been professionally recorded?

Fic wise? I write alot of crap, you know that duh

Check out @beetled-juice too

The musical has not been professionally recorded, at least to my knowledge. A lot of boots are kicking about, both Broadway and tour recordings by some real heroes of fans

I found my first recordings on YouTube, although they are no longer available or I would have linked it

Sorry mate

Ya know what, hit me up Saturday via private messages, and I'll send you a Broadway boot I have saved back during covid, I'm swamped until then I believe it's Alex brightman (beetlejuice) and Presley Ryans (lydia)

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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Writing round up

September 2022 - March 2023

Most recent round up

Previous writing round ups

💫💫💫Feb 2023 updates 💫💫💫

✋🏾 = on hold coming eventually unless noted otherwise

🌸 = complete

💜 = actively in progress

Complete (oneshots, fics, etc) 🌸

***See more at @artemiseamoon-updates (more than I can list here) ***

A lighthouse in the dark (triple frontier, Ofc, the boys)

Make it out alive (ft Frankie and Will, part of Frightfest) - triple frontier

After this is over (Calderoni, Slate, Walt &crew) - narcos mx

A hermits journey (Jax, brother omc fc Garrett h.) - Soa

Nocturna sanguine (my indulgent vamp fic based off an original short story of mine. Ofc fc is Kat Graham ft modern Ivar and Roman Godfrey)

Milk & Honey (werebear Bjorn x ofc | Vikings)

Flirting with Danger (narcos Mc Ramón x reader)

Milk & Honey (Werebear! Bjorn x ofc)

Under a Golden sun (ft Benny and ATJ as an omc)

Outshine the sun (extended) (Frankie x ofc ft. Benny)

The Barmaid & the Spaniard (Pero Tovar x plus! F reader)

Neptunium (vampire John Wick x f reader)

Wisteria & moonlight (ft my Ocs and werewolf Will miller and Benny miller)

Previously started & In progress 💜

Original

Damage control (see link below)

Triple frontier

Damage control (ft private security Frankie)

Every breath, every heartbeat (will x ex fiancé oc) ✋🏾tba

Sweet Melancholy 👋🏾 tba

Mayans

Have you even seen a vampire

Narcos

Sin (Miguel, Pacho, RC) ✋🏾 tba

Playing with Fire (Poison x f reader/Oc) ✋🏾 tba

My world and yours (Barron x ofc coming mid January) - ✋🏾 (April 2023)

Reflections in the mirror (April or May 2023) Javi x ofc ✋🏾

Ezra

Werewolf Ezra x huntress Nyx - queen of poisons

Marcus Moreno

Tell me no lies ✋🏾 (April 2023)

Pero Tovar

the terms of enchantment -✋🏾(May 2023)

Ricky Hauk

It’s all poetry (Ricky x ofc) 👋🏾 tba

Vikings

Untitled - King Harald ( his pov to this) -✋🏾tba

When night comes - incubus Ragnar -✋🏾tba

Deep in the woods, the Goatman lives Satyr Ubbe -✋🏾(May move yo Halloween)

New to my masterlist!

Ryan Corr

HOTD

Ser Harwin

Laena Velaryon

The Gray Man

The Sandman

Chris Hemsworth

On the road (movie Garret H.)

Maurice Compte

Chopping block, might get canceled

MCU - what comes next -✋🏾

Not canceled but not sure when I’ll start again

Some kind of blue (Thomas Shelby x ofc)

Writing celebrations, challenges

Frightfest -✋🏾

Writer Iron Chef 💜

Writer Wednesday ✋🏾

Other challenges

* on hold, creator had left tumblr but I’d like to finish these after I get some wips done , also see pinned post

Vikings x

Triple frontier /Soa crossover x

Finished fics & almost finished fics

🦋 remember

Previews post to tumblr (minus some exceptions) and full work only posts to A03

I do not do taglists

Reblogs mean more and do more than likes

Minors DNI , this is an adult 18 + account

I do not do requests anymore. That era is over.

I mainly reblog others via reblog accounts. Saving; @artesreadinglist | read @arte-is-now-reading | narcos home @narcos-narcosmx | gifs, art, etc @adrikamoon (I have some others too, these are the main ones) main is for random stuff, personal, my previews, etc

Update only account @artemiseamoon-updates

I don’t do tags, but you can follow there. You can also subscribe to select works or follow me on A03

#writing round up #most recent

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zevexsii · 2 years

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omg ur like the second person ive seen write for spr, but could i get a hc list of how private jackson, reiben, and medic wade would react if u were injuered in battle??? please and thank u

SPR boys react to an s/o who's been injured in battle

private daniel jackson

jackson damn near loses it. he isn't focused or calculated like when carparzo got downed, he's frantically crawling over to your side as best as he can, muttering curses and mingled prayers while pressure is applied to your wounds.

"c'mon [l/n], stick with us here," jackson's chest is tight, fear clawing it's way up his throat from inside. the fear is worsened when your eyes begin to roll back.

the medics find a grisly sight, jackson keeled over your barely breathing body, incoherent please to god and anyone who'll listen sprinkled throughout horrible bouts of sobs that wrack his body. they take you away on a stretcher, jackson's rosary hanging loosely around your neck. you'll need it more than he will.

richard reiben

"damn hotshot, that was a close one," reiben makes light of situations that are scarily serious. it's what he's always done, and god willing, always will.

"hotshot?"

you don't answer. reiben throws a glance your way, only to find you slumped over, hands pressed absently over a spreading patch of terrible red.

there's no joke to be made. reiben checks the area for anyone who can help, but amidst the noise and smoke, it's hard to even hear himself think. not that any of his present thoughts are coherent. reiben haphazardly dives your way, not a single shit given about his current position. he awkwardly attempts to cover your body from fire with his own, shoving his canteen in your direction and giving the best directions he can.

"you better keep your damn eyes open. i'll find a medic around here somewhere. just hold on."

irwin wade

medics are notoriously easy targets and wade hates it. as much as you've told him to quit worrying about you, he can't. that's what it means to care about people, right? at least half of care is spent on worry. maybe two thirds of it, in wade's case.

this time, wade's worry saved your life. the field was still smoky, violent tension occasionally punctured by a smattering of screams and abrupt gunfire.

that's how he'd been able to find you, fussing over a clearly dying soldier who was doing his damnedest to refuse medical assistance. wade overheard bits and pieces of dialogue, at least the part where the soldier had complained that if he was gonna be saved, he was gonna try to do it himself.

adrenaline and the threat of death do wonders for a person's audacity.

wade began to make his way to you, watching you pull the man to his feet and lob his arm over your shoulders, pulling him out of the blood and muck that desecrated the place. everything was going well until the soldier fell, along with his very loaded gun. it felt like the world was going in slow motion when the gun fired, sending you to the ground.

wade hauled ass through weeds and wet ground that intended to swallow him whole, all in an attempt to reach you as fast as possible. irwin's hands had an undeniable shake, unwrapping various supplies and cursing and reassuring you in the same breath. once you tried to reach for a bandage, wade nearly slapped your hand away. you were too precious to him to lose, and fixing this himself was the only way to assuage the guilt brewing already.

#i didnt mean to make wades bit so long oops #gifs arent mine (obv)#irwin wade x reader #irwin wade #saving private ryan #spr #spr x reader #spr headcanons #saving private ryan x reader #saving private ryan x reader headcanons #spr imagine #private daniel jackson #private jackson x reader #private daniel jackson x reader imagine #richard reiben #richard reiben x reader #richard reiben x reader imagine

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tetragonia · 2 years

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"fuck you, my child is fine!"

your child is reading fanfictions about self-insert main character and portrayals of real life soldiers to feel loved and important.

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iceman-kazansky · 1 year

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Luckiest man, luckiest Woman

Pairings: Daniel Jackson (SPR) x F!reader

Requested by: @first-husband-lipton

Request: Okay because I really love Private Jackson (SPR) and he is Catholic AF... can I request a one-shot with him in a garden wedding seeing his bride for the first time as she walks down the aisle...and kiss her for the first time?

Settings/Au's: Wedding, relatively Modern

Warnings: f!reader, mentions of Christianity, two lovestruck fools, I've never written for a wedding or been to one so probably inaccurate depiction of a wedding, pure Fluff :)

Summary: You love Daniel and Daniel loves you, and you've decided to tie the knot in your relationship. Although, Walking down the Aisle, he realizes just how lucky he is to even be graced by a woman like you.

A/n: I BORE THROUGH THE COUGHING AND SNEEZING TO GET THIS FINISHED! I WAS DETERMINED TO FINISH IT >:D

Sorry I also kinda tweaked the request a little 😅 And, after writing this, I realized just how inexperienced I am in WEDDINGS. I've realized now I've never been to one and never had one myself :0

So uh, Google helped me write this quite a bit.

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The day he had been waiting for was finally here. The day he; Daniel Jackson could claim you as his legally wedded wife. Daniel had picked a few best buds from his hometown to be his groomsmen, each had played an important role in his life to be deemed with such honor.

One by one, family members and close friends filed in and Daniel watched as his friends who served in the military alongside him were seated close to the front rows.

As the audience waited, the small chatter filling the air like the pleasant hum of insects on a hot summer night, Daniel couldn’t help but remember the first time he’d seen you. He’d gawked at you from across the street, where he had seen you laughing with your friends. His friends noticed —the same friends that stood behind him now —and had played a game of matchmaker. They had arranged for you two to meet again and officially talk. As embarrassing as it was, Daniel had been glad that his friends had gone out of their ways to tie you two together. Without it, He wouldn't be standing underneath the green foliage framed with ivory wood beams and the warm sunlight basking his back as he waited for the love of his life to arrive.

Finally, as the last car pulled into the parking lot, the wedding was ready to begin. Daniel watched as you moved forwards towards the aisle, and he could feel his jaw drop. The elegant white dress you wore was stunning, the silky fabric with a long train that flowed along the stone pathway that Daniel could only imagine to be the most refined fashion for women there could be, hugged you tightly and highlighted your curves in every right way. Daniel could feel his heart race at the sight of you, still as pretty as the first time you met, walking down the aisle. He could only imagine how God had somehow poured a little more love over you when he was creating the beauty walking towards him, and he thanked God for blessing him with such an amazing woman he would be sure to treasure if she said yes one more time.

Daniel was so entranced that he hardly recognized the priest had begun talking beside him, holding a large book open in one palm while reading out intricate verses. The priest finished and moved onto the vows,

"Do you, Daniel Jackson, take Y/n Y/l/n to be your wife?"

Without hesitation Daniel replied, "Yes"

"And do you, Y/n Y/l/n take Daniel Jackson to be your husband?"

"Yes." You answered.

Daniel felt your hands slip into his and he squeezed them lightly. He was Really doing this. He was settling down hopefully forever with you. He was 'tying the knot.' And all Daniel wanted to do right now was kiss you, in thanks, in love, in appreciation, in confession, and the priests "You may kiss the bride." Was all he needed to capture your perfect lips in his in an endearing kiss.

And as he reminisced over the first time he had kissed you, atop the ferris wheel at the carnival a few years ago, how your lips had been so soft and had treated beyond what Daniel could've interpreted back then, he couldn't help but compare today's kiss and the first kiss all those years ago.

"I love you." He heard you whisper, just above the cheering of the crowd below.

"I love you, too."

Daniel Jackson was the luckiest man alive, he got to have you, a woman he believed was beautiful enough to be considered a God. And You? You were the luckiest Woman to be alive because you had just tied the knot with the most handsome, and kind man you had ever met that you had totally fallen for the moment you saw him, walking with his friends on the opposite side of the road.

#x reader #female reader #y/n #saving private ryan #daniel jackson #wedding #garden wedding #fluff #two idiots in love #marriage #requested #iceman kazansky #SPR #♤ Requests

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honey-im-hotdog · 3 years

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Hate to Adore You

Richard Reiben x reader

Author’s Note: YES I KNOW THIS TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET DONE AND POSTED DON’T LOOK AT ME!!! I made it a tiny bit longer to make up for the wait. Also yes, I do think I did something there with the title 😌 anyway thanks @notmykirk for playing beta, you’re an angel <3 I hope y’all enjoy!

Do yourselves a favor and go watch this edit of him <3

As always, reader is supposed to be gn+vague, so if you catch any mistakes related to that please let me know.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: swearing ofc it’s me instagram told me they’ll delete my account dxhybidpurvibvnu, suggestive content minors please don't, buddy boys this one has violence nothing graphic I think but it’s there, half the time I just rambled so it might be v bad ;)

Summary: Mafia!au Reiben — I’ve also done Jackson & Mellish

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Gif credit goes to @fandomscenariosforyou

He’s a piece of shit, but a very ~pretty~ piece of shit.

I know that the nickname of Richard is usually Dick, but I really feel like Reiben would go by Rich instead.

Wears his army issued bomber jacket with Brooklyn written on the back all the time, it's his prized possession.

Has so many guns on him at all times, like where does he hide them???

100% rocks that greaser look!!

BIGGEST FLIRT OH MY GOD! (Low key sleazy but still a gentleman or Miller would have his ass.)

Will and does curse out anyone.

Now onto you ;)

He was a frequent attendee of the club you worked in. You were just a bartender so you didn’t interact with him much, but boy did you know about him.

You’re sure flirting is the same as breathing for him.

You always checked him out whilst working; he is gorgeous afterall. And that voice?? Oh boy...

But as mentioned earlier, he is a huge flirt and you really didn’t want to get your heart broken—which was something you knew would have happened for sure because you’d been nursing a crush on him for a long time, and it seemed to get worse every time he appeared at the club.

So it’s no surprise that when he does talk to you, you’re cold and dismissive (if he didn’t have the means to absolutely destroy your life, you would have liked to bite back at him, but alas).

Am I gonna add the “into you ‘cause you don’t show interest in me” trope??

Kinda

He’s more intrigued by the fact that you hate him when he’s never even talked to you before.

In the beginning he tried his usual charms to get you to crack, but after realizing you weren’t gonna fall for his tricks, he started trying to get a rise out of you.

You both hated each other.

Or that's what it seemed like on the outside.

Every interaction made you like him more somehow.

And somewhere in the middle his feelings towards you changed, and he started wanting you to smile at him like you smile at the other customers.

This back and forth kept up for a good while.

The day your relationship changed was when you were walking home at night after a shift.

Someone had been following you for a couple blocks, you felt the fear prickle your skin as you tried to speed up your pace, but suddenly you were pushed into an alley and pinned against the wall.

Your assailants’ musty breaths hit your face and it made you feel that much more panicked, claustrophobic, and scared; there were two of them you realized through the haze of adrenaline. They wanted you to hand over any valuables on you. You attempted to fight back but one of them backhanded you and the other kneed you in the stomach.

You would have fought more if it wasn’t for the knife one of them pushed against your neck.

You were terrified—beyond terrified. You really believed your life was about to end. Especially when the knife broke skin.

But the universe was looking down at you in mercy, ‘cause ouR BOY RICHARD CAME TO YOUR RESCUE YES BITCH CLICHÉSSS!!!

To date you still don’t fully know what happened, just that one moment you were pinned against a cold brick wall fearing for your life, and the next you were crouched down in Richard’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably, while he softly whispered in your ear “you're okay,” “I’m here,” and that he’s “got you.”

You vaguely remember him getting you up, sitting you in his car, and asking for your address.

He took you home that night and walked you to your door.

You insisted on making him a drink as a thank you.

What was supposed to be just one drink, turned into four and you two sat on your couch until the early hours of the morning, talking.

You both ended up falling asleep on the couch side by side, leaning against each other which made your necks hurt like a bitch when you woke up.

In the morning, he asked you to have breakfast with him. If it had been anytime earlier, you would have said no, but after the night you had, you realized that you didn't want to be cold to him anymore and that if he breaks your heart, then so be it, but you were going to take that leap anyway.

And oh boy, are you grateful for saying yes :)

Dates with him are always fun. They range anywhere from chill to doing illegal things.

He once takes you to the nearest woods and teaches you everything about guns as a date, like a weekend in a comfy cabin with empty beer bottles to shoot, the whole thing...

He’s HUGE on PDA, he loves being with you and having you in his life, so it only seems natural to him to show you off. Because you’re amazing and wonderful and beautiful and you could be with anyone but you’re with him and that fact makes his heart skip a beat.

He’s so in love with you.

Speaking of:

It was several months into your relationship when Richard, whilst joking around, said that it felt like he knew two different people when it came to you: how you were so cold to him when he first met you versus the day you invited him inside for a drink.

You never told him how you truly felt about him, especially what your thoughts were in the beginning towards him, so you decide to open up to him finally.

And you best believe this man grabbed you and kissed you senseless before confessing that he loves you and he’d never ever break your heart.

He adores telling you he loves you and hearing it back. After he confesses to you, he says it almost non-stop the whole day.

Get a big goofy smile every time you tell him you love him.

When it comes to showing his affection, he zeros in on your neck, he’s a neck guy.

Cups your neck all the time, especially when he pulls you in or goes in for a kiss. Rubs his thumb up and down your neck when you two are relaxing together or to turn you on, this bitch somehow conditioned you to have a neck thing just like him.

Rubs his stubble or nose against your neck to make you laugh.

Will hug you from the back and place a kiss on your neck or under your jaw, this is either done as a greeting, to show you some love, or as him initiating sex—it’s all in the way he’ll place the kiss.

This fucker l o v e s teasing you in public, he’s so into public sex/sex in places where being caught is a high risk.

Dom in the streets, sub in the sheets BIG TIME! Like Mellish, he’s into being a top and a bottom, but he’s really into letting you have control.

That’s because he walks around as if nothing can touch him, so letting his guard down around you is almost therapeutic for him, and not just in a sexual way—in general.

I mean he’s still cocky as fuck, but he likes that he doesn’t have to keep up a tough guy persona around you.

BIG TIME MAMA’S BOY ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

He’s super excited for you to meet his mom, going on and on about how much she’s gonna love you and how you have nothing to worry about.

And his mom adores you.

Her and his younger sister tell you embarrassing stories about him all the time.

You and his sister become best friends and tease him relentlessly, y’all gang up on the poor guy.

Obviously he’d want a fuck ton of kids, whether biological or adopted or a mix of both. He’s always been excited to be a dad and he thinks you’d make the best parent.

If you don’t want kids, he’d first try to talk you into it, but once he realizes you don’t want them, oh boy do you guys adopt dogs.

So many dogs (even if you have kids); he likes the mean looking dogs, the ones people usually think are horrible and mistreat (honestly fuck people like that!!).

You take your meanest looking baby dog for walks, people already know not to mess with you as you’re Richard Reiben’s partner, but he still insists you take the gentle giant with you.

Since he loves PDA, he is extremely protective of you. Of course he makes you carry a knife and a gun on you at all times and teaches you how to defend yourself.

Teaches you how to scope out an area when you enter it to make a point of all the exits and the fastest ways to get out.

You worry about him a lot. He’s super reckless, along with Carparzo, those two combined with Mellish are Miller’s living breathing nightmares poor Dad™️.

Low key has Mr. Blond vibes from Reservoir Dogs when he’s doing his ~job~.

He’s 100% a hothead, in the beginning any fight you have will be big because he can be a bit dramatic, but over time he calms down and talks through the issue.

As scary as he can be to others, he’s just as sweet and gentle with you. He’s honestly “secretly” a softie; try as he might he can’t hide that from you or his family.

I feel like he has a big sweet tooth, always buying cookies, cakes, pastries, etc., from the local bakeries and always has sugary food stocked up in the apartment (when you lived separately, you’d find your kitchen packed with desserts, too).

Ice cream is a staple for when you go out, be it dates or even a walk in the park. His mom told you how once as a kid, he dropped his ice cream cone and cried for an hour and of course you use this info as ammunition.

You call him Richie, Dick, Richard, or even Reiben depending on your mood/the situation.

And you’re the only one allowed to call him Richie because he absolutely adores you and would do anything for you.

No matter how old you two get, he’ll always tease you and flirt without shame.

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