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feelbokkie · 11 months

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Love Risk | Chapter 5

pairing: Hyunjin x fem reader; Changbin x fem reader

genre: smau, dating because of a bet, crack, angst, fluff, university au

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, alcohol (drink responsibly besties), suggestive making out (not smut but close but there is a thin line so maybe minors dni?)

summary: Hyunjin and Changbin make a bet to see who can make the reader fall in love with them first. Will one of them be able to succeed or will it all crash and burn before they do?

word count: 1,724

screenshot count: 32

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After a week of literal hell, you and your friends decided to go out for drinks and bbq. You managed to finish choreographing “Hellhound” Tuesday night and all three of you spent Wednesday perfecting it before recording and filming the music video on Thursday. The fact that you managed to get all that done while teaching dance classes is a mystery. This night out is well deserved.

“To a successful week of showcases!” Chan shouts, signally for everyone to put their cups up for cheers.

“And an art gallery,” you say quietly. Hyunjin, having heard you, clinked his cup with yours before drinking.

The gallery opened Tuesday and has been open all week so everyone stopped by to see Hyunjin’s work when they had free time. You were just the only one he invited to the opening night event.

Hyunjin, who was sitting on your right, draped his arm around your shoulder while Changbin, who was sitting on your left, had his hand low on your thigh. Both of them wanted to sit next to you and the best compromise was to let them sit on either side, forcing Felix, who normally sat with you during these things, to sit across from you.

“Y/n, I don’t know how you did it this week. Jun told us how he gave you and Cha the song files this weekend. Don’t you teach dance classes too? And you had to prepare for the other two showcases!” Chan said from the head of the table. Ae-Cha and Jeongin were sitting next to him.

“Yeah, she had work Monday, Wednesday, and today. And she teaches two classes when she works too! My poor baby has been coming home exhausted everyday.” Cha interjects, pausing her conversations with Innie who sits across from her.

“And she choreographed most, if not all of the song on her own. Cerberus’ miraculous little maknae, you should just be leader. The way you got our shit together this week was boss bitch behavior.” Min-Jun shouts from the end of the table. He, Seungmin, and Minho were huddled together talking to a waiter. Nothing good ever happens if 3Min are in a room together.

“Or you could just not send us songs the week we’re supposed to perform and debut them. And not make me center.” You say before taking another sip.

“Oh she’s still mad,” Jun mutters before going back to whatever 3Min was plotting.

“So, what do you 4th years have planned this year?” Innie asks. Minho, Chan, and Changbin all quickly turn to the youngest like he just reminded them that they are graduating this year.

“Well, we were talking and we were going to bring it up later, but we all want to keep Stray Kids going even after we graduate so we were planning on sticking around until the rest of you graduate.” Chan answers after finishing his drink.

“Yeah and we were going to look for jobs near here so we wouldn’t have to leave.” Minho adds.

“Plus, since our apartments aren’t apart of university housing, we wouldn’t have to move out.” Changbin also adds.

The rest of the members of SKZ start buzzing in excitement thinking about what the future hold for their group. You, Jun, and Cha remain quiet, not having discuss the future of your group. They knew you were already being scouted by companies and talent agencies but even that wasn’t decided. The waiter comes back with a round of shots you know you didn't order. This must be part of the mischief 3Min has planned.

***

When the food arrived, everyone was already drunk, having played a few quick drinking games while waiting. You were the worst at most of the games and kept losing, making you the drunkest. Changbin had taken it upon himself to make sure you were eating, always giving you the best cuts of meat. Hyunjin, taking advantage of your drunken state, would sneak his eggplant onto your plate.

"Jinnie, stop! Eat your fucking eggplant." You shout when you finally noticed the vegetable piling up on right side of your plate. You pout at his red face, which stood shocked as he was caught mid transfer. His face was red, but you thought it was just because of the alcohol. You didn't realize that, that was the first time you called him Jinnie.

"But I don't like it! You can't make me eat what I don't like." He whines, sticking his lower lip out. Cute.

"Eggplants are good for your heart and...thinking part...fuck, what's the word? Channie oppa, what is the Korean word for the thinking part of your brain? Like the part in charge of thinking.” You ask, completely blanking on the word. The drunker you got, the more you defaulted to your native tongue. Everyone’s been patient with both you and Felix, who was in the same predicament. Chan had been translating for the two of you or feeding you the right words.

"Cute, she gets formal when she's drunk..." Someone, you're not entirely sure who, says quietly. When you first started hanging out with the boys you would address them formally, but you guys quickly dropped formalities.

"Cognitive function?" Chan questions, not sure what you could positively be talking about where you need to mention the cognitive function of the brain.

"Cognitive function! Thank you! Jinnie, it's good for your cognitive function. That's why you're in baboracha." You say as a matter of fact.

"You know, I'm technically older than you, you should call me oppa too." Hyunjin says, leaning his elbow on the table, resting is chin in his hand.

"Hyunjinnie oppa? Hmm... doesn't feel right." You say just as Changbin pulls gently pulls your chin towards him and shoves a piece of meat in your mouth.

"You're not eating enough. Eat," He complains.

"Okay, Changbinnie oppa." You say with a smile. He clears his throat and rubs the back of his head before facing you.

"Hey, go somewhere with me when this is all over?" He whispers in your ear, pulling you away from Hyunjin.

"It'll be late,"

"Yeah, but you promised that you'd hang out with me after the showcases were over."

"Yeah, but it's late. What can we do."

"Do you trust me?"

"That's a dangerous thing to do with the amount alcohol we drank this late at night."

"I'll be a perfect gentleman. I just want to go on a walk, I promise."

"Okay,"

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"Thanks for buying me dinner. And cheese dogs. And for giving me your drink. And your jacket." You hum while swinging, still holding the drink that you two were sharing.

You two had eventually separated from the group a little early and took a stroll in the city. The cool air sobered you up a bit as you walked and eventually you got hungry again so you and Changbin stopped for some street food, cheese dogs. Your walk got longer and you both needed a drink so he bought a glass bottle of some alcoholic beverage and you two shared it, sharing indirect kisses until he eventually just gave you the rest of it. On your walk you found an abandoned park and decided to take a break on the swing set.

"You don't have to thank me. We're friends," He responded.

"Hmm... are we?" You mumbled.

"Of course we are!" He belted.

"Oh really? Because I never kissed my other friends."

"Not even Felix?"

"Especially not Felix." You were quickly becoming drunk again. Or maybe you never actually sobered up in the first place and you were just now becoming aware of the warm buzz coursing through your veins.

"Really?"

"Really. Do you want to know what else I haven't done with Felix?"

"What?" He smirks. The is alcohol making you more bold than you actually are. You place the now empty bottle and hop off the swing and walk in front of Changbin before climbing into his lap and straddle his him. You feel his legs shift under both of you, stabilizing the two of you on the swing. His hands find your waist to keep you from falling.

"Hi," Being close enough to Changbin's face so you could breathe him in made you giggle.

"Hi," He giggles back.

The truth is, ever since Changbin kissed you the other night, you wanted to do it again. You're not sure why. Maybe it's the fact that you haven't kissed anyone in a while. Or maybe it was the fact that his lips were so soft, but you needed to feel them again.

Your hand cup his face as you slowly close the gap between the two of you before pressing your lips into his. You relax your body into his. His lips are warm and soft. His tongue swipes your bottom lip, begging to be let in. You slowly part your lips, allowing his tongue to slip inside. His hands slides a little further down your hips, using the angle to pull you closer, completely closing the gap between you. You could feel his heart beating against your chest. Despite the cold air nipping between your bodies, you were getting warmer.

Changbin swiftly detaches himself from your mouth and immediately starts attacking your neck, repeatedly sucking down on your sensitive skin and using his teeth. One of his hand find their way under your shirt, resting on the small of your back, not daring to move an inch.

Bang!

The sound of someone bumping into something startles you back into reality, making you see where you where you were and what you were doing. What you were about to do. The noise didn't stop Changbin from kissing you neck, slowly going lower.

"Bin...Changbin, we should stop," You say, moving you hands on his shoulders and tapping on them. He immediately stops and completely pulls away, removing his hand from under your shirt.

"You okay?" He asks, looking at your face. His brown eyes were soft and full of concern.

"Y-yeah, is just, someone could see and--" You stammer trying to climb off of him.

"I get it. Don't worry, let's get you home okay?" He helps you off his lap and stands up, adjusting his pants. He picks up the empty bottle and tosses it in a recycling bin as you two leave the park.

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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5:30 pm (bc)

➥ genre: suggestive | timestamp MDNI

➥ warnings: fem!reader | suggestive themes | sending and receiving explicit texts and photos [consensual] | pet name [babygirl]

➥ words: 0.4k

➥ a/n: after seeing that selfie of chan, i had to! sry its so short, but i seriously couldnt think. my mind turned to literal mush

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It was a long and boring day. You'd felt like the time had passed at a snail pace. you'd be at home, bored outta your mind. There's nothing on tv, social media is as boring as ever and you have no one to entertain you.

Chan's away performing case 143 so he's expected home until early hours of the morning. You'd be texting each other but seeing as he was busy getting ready, it would take him 30 mins to reply back – if not longer.

He would send you an innocent selfie, one of him smiling and doing a pose. "how'd I look?" At first, you didn't notice what he was wearing nor the cuffs hanging from his belt loop, however, at second glance you did.

Thoughts would come flooding to you, thoughts about what he could – and would – do to you with those cuffs. Telling him how you truly feel, telling him all your thoughts and how you couldn't wait for him to return home, not only got you a bit hot and bothered, but also him.

If he could, he would return to you right now, cuff your hands behind your back and take you from behind. Ring out every gorgeous moan and pant from you till early hours of the morning. Make you sore but also crave more of him. He would want to see you on your knees and beg for him, beg for what you really want.

The texts would get riskier, hotter. Your body burning up with desire to the point where it becomes painful and uncontrollably. You decided to step it up a notch by sending him a cute, explicit mirror selfie.

knelt down in front of the mirror, legs parted so he could clearly see your wet patch between your legs, top lifted up just enough for him to see your under boobs – Chan would lose his shit, but he wouldn't make it known – two can play at that game. You think you'd won, got the upper hand, however, your phone would buzz and up pops a selfie that makes you drool and squeal.

Slouched in his seat, legs parted. He made sure you could see his hands and arms because he knows how much you love them, how much you love seeing his veins protruding. A seductive look on his face, the red cuffs on his belt loop in shot – Bang Chan is one handsome man who loves to tease.

"You think you won, huh? You thought wrong babygirl. Come sit on my lap and let me have my way with you. Let me punish you for being so naughty."

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padfootastic · 1 year

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OKAY SO THIS IS SOMETHING ME AND MY FRIEND DO THAT I SORTA NOW HC J & S TO DO IT AS WELL and i need you- queen of prongsfoot to tell me weather if they also would do this or this sleep-deprived me talking

so every year basically on our birthdays we send each other letters. and by sending I mean hand delivering it to them cause we live two mins away

but it just always has this format right? the address while following the normal format didn't contain the actual working address ala harry potter style kinda like for ex

ash/resident of everlasting patience and stupidity/ mountain of discarded coffee cups/ 16000 pictures in phone gallery street

but then the letter would be the most beautiful piece of ode to friendship to each other and just her and she shines my world and just e v e r y t h i n g.

like my description of notes is this should be so emotive that the reader is reduced to tears laughs and everything in between and those letters (more like a 5 page essay) is something that is one of my most cherished thing to get yearly.

and if you want to add angst to it, imagine sirius finding all those old james letters for each one of his birthday and one maybe for his 22nd one that he didnt get to read for lets just sya reasons

the way i saw u write this in real time and still took so long to get to it 😭😭 i should be locked up i s2g.

no okay but listen!!!! ur onto something here!!!

so. because i’m me, i’m gonna add an aspect of generational/familial history to it. so, imagine like fleamont and/or euphemia writing letters for james on his birthdays, right? and it’s filled with these heartfelt, funny messages and he cherishes them a lot. brings them to hogwarts and reads them when he’s feeling upset (only making himself more homesick in the process lol)

and then on sirius’ first bday in hogwarts (which is only a couple months in, yeah?) he sees that he gets a terrible, horrible letter from his family that doesn’t nothing except scold him/humiliate him and how it hurts sirius. SO. in a bid to restructure his perception of bday letters, james borrows from his own tradition & starts writing letters for sirius. he’s so filled w affection always that it’s absolutely not a problem for him to fill pages upon pages. (and u can even add the address thing as way for j to make it funny so sirius laughs!!)

so yeah, james starts it and slowly, hesitantly, sirius does the same. he’s never as proficient at it as james is, because he’s not as emotional in the first place, but whatever he writes is always heartfelt. (also, in a creative sirius scenario, u could hc that he draws something or composes music just for james and that’s equally sentimental but w/o being so horribly revealing?)

and like yeah, imagine then that james has got his 22nd bday letter all written and stuff bc he’s a little dork who never leaves stuff until the last minute unless he can help it, right? and despite doing this for a decade (a decade!!! they only had a decade together!!!) he’s still so fucking excited to write a fresh one bc he loves gifting and making people happy etc etc, and so he writes it, and keeps it in a nice little envelope w the potter seal embossed on it, just waiting to give it to sirius & see his expression (fav part) except.

except he can’t.

and when sirius enters the house, he sees james’ cold, dead body lying on the floor first, but once he gets up from the ground, he spots the envelope a few feet away and lets out a howl like never before. reads it so obsessively he can recite it, each word hitting like a stab in the heart.

(or, alternatively, u can imagine him somehow discovering the letter post-azkaban after he’s spends dozen years being psychologically tortured, reliving the potters’ deaths, and believing himself to be the cause of it. u pick)

(and of course, once sirius escapes, he does the same for harry. and to parallel james & sirius, the letter he writes for harry’s 16th is left in GP and harry only finds it after the war—or even during when they halt there—when he’s cleaning it up or wtv and basically breaks down all over again)

#james potter #sirius black #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #also!!! queen of prongsfoot 🥺🥺 my HEART #this got so long hehehe #but i just. could see it So Well #sirius writing harry letters absolutely happens in an AU where he raises him #can lowkey imagine jily writing letters for harry too #god i just. love letters so much #they’re so precious #contain so much history #a TANGIBLE evidence of one’s love & regard #‘i am thinking of u’#hnghhhhhh #pen’s (delayed) asks #pen’s notes

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jashne-bahaaraa · 3 years

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never trusting my classmates ever again :')

#this guy in my group convinced me to send my share of the project to our prof first and promised he'd send his right after #bc he was a little nervous #i was too #but when someone else tells me they're nervous my brain goes 'i'll do it for you 😤😤'#and i did it #like the fool i was 🤡🤡#his part is so much better than mine #he wrote around 12 pages while i wrote only 6????#but he didn't send his part until after 5 mins #gosh this sounds so dumb #but i was so nervous and this guy BETRAYED me #yes 5 mins is still betrayal #he promised me he would send his immediately after i sent mine #he took 5 WHOLE minutes #AND his is so much better than mine #i am going to now disappear #i can almost hear the prof picking my virtual assignment and ripping it to shreds #he's going to call me out in tomorrow's meeting #AND I'M NOT READY #excuse me while i go wallow in self pity #personal #qd

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teawithkpop · 3 years

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[M] - PhysCom - Pt 7

pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3 - bc 1 - pt 4 - pt 5��- pt 6 - pt 7

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader

Rating: Mature [18+]

Length: 5.4k words

Genre: PhysCom AU - smut with dashes of angst, and a shitload of romance and complicated feelings,, uhuhu (porn with plot??)

Warnings: swearing, a lot of emotional turmoil, talk of pregnancy scares (birth control, contraceptives, etc.), implied discrimination towards sex workers (not by any of the boys dw), mentions of sexual acts

slowly hands you a cake that says "I haven't updated this fic in 14 months and I don't know when the next part is coming but here's an update thanks for being patient" in comic sans

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The rush to the hospital goes by in a blur of tears and shouting and panic and questions that you can't bring yourself to answer. The only constant is Min Yoongi's hand, firmly locked in your own throughout the ordeal, tethering you to reality.

You now sit in a private room on a sterile medical table and wait to be seen, too numb inside to feel the sting of the cold metal as it cuts into the backs of your thighs. Yoongi stands beside you, still holding your hand, his fingers are laced through yours and squeezing as if it could sap away the fear that eats away your insides, leaving you hollow and empty.

"It'll be alright. Don't worry about a damn thing, okay?" He shifts his weight anxiously, betraying his own underlying worries.

You barely remember him throwing his jacket over you before being rushed out of the house, and you don't feel deserving of the modest coverage. Though the leather is worn and soft against your skin, all you can feel is the harsh metallic zipper, scratching at your chest as though reminding you of your wrongdoings.

"Yoongi…" you start to say, but he cuts you off, his voice a hoarse whisper.

"Don't you fucking dare. Don't apologize."

You feel tears well up in your eyes. Your chest grows tight with the words he's forbidden you to say.

"I've already called Namjoon, it'll all be fine. Don't worry." He works his jaw and rubs your hand with surprising tenderness, glancing to the little window in the door every other second.

He's been assuring you with those same words for the past half hour, but it feels like it's been an eternity. As you glance at the clock on the wall, watching the hands tick by, you imagine a scene like that of a health documentary. Tiny sperm, swimming up your insides… fertilizing your previously dormant eggs.

Fuck. You've fucked up.

You might be pregnant with Min Yoongi's child. Your Opticon birth control implant could send you into toxic shock at any moment.

You don't see how things can get much worse than this.

The door finally opens, and what appears to be a nurse steps inside. She holds a clipboard, and examines it while she lets the door close behind her. "Let's see now, Miss..." Her shoulders slump marginally as her eyes reach your name. "Oh, right. The PhysCom."

You don't have the energy to ignore the change in her tone from friendly to disinterested, and simply nod. However, you feel Yoongi stiffen beside you.

The nurse lets out a brief sigh and dons a professional expression. "So, what appears to be the problem?" She directs the question to Yoongi.

"We think her birth control implant isn't working." Yoongi explains, his eyes darting furtively between you and the nurse. "She, um… she reached orgasm."

You flush at the memory, ashamed of your failure to adhere to even the most basic of rules set before you.

The nurse makes a noncommittal noise and jots something down. "Says here it’s an Opticon. And you didn't turn it off, sir?"

He shakes his head.

The nurse touches the end of her pen to her mouth, a note of sympathy forming in her eyes. Not for you, but for Yoongi. "How long have you had her?"

"Excuse me?" Yoongi raises an eyebrow.

The nurse tucks the clipboard under her arm, giving him a weary, patient smile. “With PhysComs, we have a list of probable scenarios we’re supposed to check for, to better inform the doctor of the situation, and speed along the treatment process.”

She barely spares you a glance before returning her attention to Yoongi, her voice lowered just a fraction. “It’s not uncommon for newly hired female PhysComs to try and… well, intentionally get pregnant from their clients. Especially if those clients have any amount of wealth or status.”

Yoongi seems lost for words.

She nods as if to agree with his surprise. “It’s some psychosis associated with the job,” she says with a shrug, then straightens her posture once more. “So has she been acting strangely at all? What are her symptoms?”

Your ears burn a bit at being talked about like you’re not in the room, but this isn’t the first time you’ve been in such a position. Oftentimes checkups during training were the same way, the physicians would speak exclusively among themselves and Madame while they examined every inch of you, inside and out.

Yoongi, however, is not used to such an experience.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” He says, in a voice much calmer than you would have expected. But one glance at his face tells you all you need to know. His eyes are burning like hot coals. Molten and dangerous.

The nurse doesn’t pick up on his irritation, and busily flips through the pages on her clipboard. “I need reliable information, sir. If you please,” she prompts him.

You can feel Yoongi’s hand clench around yours, and you turn to quiet him.

“It’s okay,” you murmur, hoping to reassure him enough so he’ll talk to her, but he stands his ground, his eyes glued on the nurse.

“Get out,” Yoongi says.

The nurse does a double take. “Excuse me, sir?”

“I said get the fuck out of here.” He points to the door. “Send us someone who will actually help.”

She fumes silently for a moment, but decides not to argue with him, and heads for the door in a huff.

Yoongi scoffs as you two are left alone once more. “What the fuck kind of bedside manner was that supposed to be?” He mutters, staring at the door.

“It’s okay.” You place a hand on his arm.

“No, it’s not.” He’s adamant, and you sigh wearily. How do you explain that this is only what can be expected?

You pick out a few haphazard words from the maelstrom in your brain, too tired to find the best phrasing. “Medical personnel… they don’t really get it.”

“Get what?” He asks, turning to you in outrage. “Being a fucking decent human being?”

You flinch, withdrawing your hand. You’re too tired to try and get your point across. But he notices you wilt and immediately comes closer, lowering his voice and placing both his hands on your arms. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, the edge of anger fading away to gentleness. Kindness. “What do you mean?”

You sigh, looking off to the side. You don’t deserve to have him look at you like that.

You carefully remove his hands, trying to maintain some semblance of a professional distance, even in the face of disaster. “Most hospitals don’t look favorably at PhysComs. We were given a few lectures about it in training. We use up their resources and time that could instead be given to patients who didn’t willingly put themselves at risk.”

You remember how your fellow trainees had reacted after those discussions. Many of them found the treatment to be unfair, but you yourself felt that, in a way, the medical field’s viewpoint was reasonable. Your choices are what landed you here.

“What the- what are you talking about?” He huffs, still seemingly in the dark. “You didn’t ask for this… this scare. It wasn’t your fault.” He tries to meet your eyes, but your gaze is fixed firmly to the linoleum floor.

A mirthless smile paints your lips. “But I chose this life. And these risks along with it.”

Before he can question you further, the door bursts open and Kim Namjoon enters the room, both his dress shirt and his hair are rumpled, and his eyes are frantic. “Sweetheart?” He rushes to your side and crushes you in a hug. “Are you alright?”

You hear Yoongi let out a breath of relief. “She’s okay, for the moment.”

Something about the way Namjoon holds you feels like a lamp being held against your cold skin. You’re too damp inside to light a flame yourself, but his own body warms you from the outside in the meantime. You want to let yourself enjoy it, but the memory of your unresolved questions leaves you limp in his arms, filled with nothing but misery and confusion.

He pulls back after a moment, checking you over for signs of injury. His eyes are wide with concern. “What happened? Tell me everything.”

A flare of shame rises up in you at the notion of telling Namjoon about your rule-breaking and everything that occured since this morning.

Thankfully, Yoongi seems to sense your hesitance, and he fills in most of the pieces for Namjoon. Namjoon’s expression remains stoic as Yoongi recounts what happened - you being brought home unconcious, seducing Yoongi - up until the mention of your orgasm. Namjoon’s jaw slackens slightly at this, and his eyes scan your face, searching for something.

It’s at this moment that the doctor walks in, a different nurse at his side. He’s a slightly older man, a few wrinkles creasing his brow, and a smile that appears kind until it lands on you. His face is then tinged with that same indifference that most medical professionals give you.

You wish it was your usual physician, but since this was an emergency, you didn’t have time to take the trip to your usual practice. Whatever hospital is nearest, that’s what Yoongi had told the driver.

The man turns to Namjoon, who arguably commands more presence than Yoongi, and the kindness returns. “Sorry for the delay. Busy night. From what I understand, your PhysCom has malfunctioned, is that correct?”

“Her Opticon malfunctioned, yes.” Namjoon corrects him. His diplomatic tendencies are a blessing right now. You just want to know if you’re pregnant or not. You want to know if you’re losing your job. You want to go home.

The doctor runs a few physical tests on you, feeling your breasts, peering down your throat, and examining your vaginal canal, checking for any other symptoms of malfunction from your Opticon. “All’s well so far.” He says, pulling his forefingers out of you, snapping off his gloves, and disposing of them. “May I take a look at the ComGear?”

You feel a flash of panic, waking you out of your stupor. Fuck, was it still in the group chat? You pull out the slim device, heart hammering as you check. Nope. Just settings. Thank god.

You hand it over, and then remember with a looming feeling of dread exactly why it might have been left on the settings page...

“You do so much for us, jagiya.” Taehyung keeps his hands braced on your arms, his thumb rubbing gently against your skin. “You’re always there for us. Always giving… Now it’s time for you to receive.”

“I’m sorry! It’s my fault-” Jimin’s eyes fall to your compromising position, Yoongi’s dick still out, your leaking core exposed, and claps a hand over his mouth. He looks like he might cry. “Oh no...”

The pieces fall into place, and there’s no doubt in your mind. They must have switched it off.

But why? Why, why, why…?

The doctor - you’re too frazzled to read his nametag - pulls out a pair of reading glasses and takes a look at your ComGear, poking around the device with his pointer finger. “Hm. Strange.” He squints. “The Opticon does appear to be switched off.”

Namjoon blinks. “That’s impossible.”

“I’m afraid that’s the case.” The doctor shows him the setting, the toggle very much in the off position. Namjoon takes the device and looks at it in shock.

The doctor coughs. “I know that, um… for some individuals, the temptation and the… risk associated with no protection during intercourse can be sexually arousing. It’s not the first time we’ve gotten a case like this.”

He removes his glasses, folding them back into his pocket. “However, I would remind you and anyone else who uses this one’s services that although Physical Companions may be virtually expendable, it can become quite expensive for your own sake to impregnate them on a whim, using and discarding them, what with the standard fees for breaching their contract and-”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Namjoon interrupts him, and you notice the iron grip he now has on Yoongi’s arm. Likely the only thing restraining him from throwing a punch. “We’ll be more careful.” Namjoon glances at you, confusion making a little crease between his brows. “Is there some sort of morning after pill she can take, or…?”

“I’m afraid the lingering effects of the Opticon implant render any outside hormone blockers ineffective.” The doctor says, his smile turning thin. “It’s a bit of a blessing and a curse. The hormone production and ovulation suppressant in the Opticon normally make the chance of fertilization zero percent while in use. After it’s switched off, chances are still fairly low at 30 percent, for up to 24 hours. But the chances of fertilization after taking a morning after pill are significantly lower than that, at only five percent.”

He shrugs. “We’ll just have to wait and see. Chances are, your PhysCom will be right as rain and ready to pleasure clients again in about a week.”

A week.

First a week of suspension on Namjoon’s terms… Now it’s on medical advisement.

“A week? What should we do until then?” Namjoon voices your very thoughts, Yoongi seething silently beside him.

“Well, we won’t have any results until three to five days from now.” The man clarifies. “But I highly recommend you leave the implant switched off and keep her on traditional contraceptives until we know for sure. I strongly recommend utilizing other PhysComs in the meantime, just to be safe.”

You’re finished.

The doctor hands Namjoon a paper bag, most likely containing birth control pills and condoms. “She may be somewhat volatile for the next few days. You can bring her in for another checkup in a week.”

You’re weak.

“Thank you.”

You’re numb.

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It was a silent car ride back to the house, and as Namjoon helps you step out of the vehicle, one hand holding yours for stability while the other rests on your lower back, you can’t help feeling utterly useless. Detached from your surroundings.

What’s the point of any of this now? There’s no way they’ll want to use you until this is resolved. You’re of no use to them as a sex toy until at least a week from now, and by then it’ll be far too late to earn their favor back.

“We need to have a meeting. Call the others into the living room.” Namjoon speaks to Yoongi in an undertone, and you feel a small ache of hope. Maybe things will work out if everyone just talks to each other.

But when you enter the house and Namjoon begins to steer you upstairs, you finally find your voice.

“No.” You resist against him, turning around at the base of the stairs. “No, I want to be part of the meeting.”

The surprise quickly fades from his face, instead turning to concern. “You need to rest."

Something about the look on his face, about being told yet again through his actions that this doesn’t concern you, it causes something inside you to snap, your apathy vanishing in the wake of this new beast beginning to rear its ugly head within you.

Your throat closes up and a scream erupts from your aching chest. "You don't know what I need!"

Namjoon matches your desperation with an infuriatingly patient look of sympathy. He approaches you, his hand outstretched, but you stagger back away from him. He smiles sadly and drops his hand. "Stay here. It's what's best for you."

What's best for you.

The words throb in your mind, like the memory of an old wound. They bounce listlessly off the walls of your grandiose prison long after Namjoon shuts the door, sealing you away again.

You don't know what comes over you as you see visions of launching yourself at the door, pounding and scratching at the wood like a wild animal.

You could just open the door and follow him downstairs. Some part of you does register that.

But you want them to hear you. You want them to hear you rip your throat raw as you exorcise your demons.

You blink and you're standing still.

You haven't moved.

Your spacious room feels stifling. Like the walls are closing in on you, suffocating you.

Silken ropes sway in the dusk, catching your eye from beyond the balcony window. Your escape route from earlier that day.

You don't think twice before stuffing a few meager belongings into the long forgotten backpack kicked beneath your bed.

You need to leave this place.

You can't stay here.

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It had started drizzling not long after you left the house, and even now as you sit on the damp curbside, waiting for the next bus to take you far away from this place, it strikes you as funny, in a way, that the weather is crying for you, since you can't muster any tears of your own.

It's cold and misty, a foreboding atmosphere, by all accounts. It makes you question if what you're about to do is the right call.

But you shut down the arguments in your head as quickly as they appear.

Second guessing was what had gotten you into this situation. You need to follow your instincts.

And your instincts are telling you to flee.

It won't be so bad, you try to convince yourself. After the first night on the road, you'll eventually find a new town, a new home, a new place for yourself in this fucked up world. You've done it before, you can do it again.

You're considering suitable aliases for your new persona, when you sense another person approaching, their shoes tramping through the wet grass.

You don't look up at them, hoping they'll pass by and leave you alone. But they come to a stop beside you.

You keep your gaze on the road, droplets rippling the puddled potholes.

Then the stranger goes to sit on the curb too, and you can't help but look at them.

You'd recognize those lips anywhere, even beneath a baggy hooded sweatshirt.

"It's a bit late to run errands, don't you think?" Seokjin says, pulling his sleeves down to keep out the chill as he perches beside you.

He glances at you, then looks ahead at the road, the same way you were. You return your gaze forward, too exhausted to make a run for it. Though you don't get the sense that he would chase after you, even if you tried to escape.

Maybe that's exactly why you decide to stay put, but you don't give the suspicion any more thought.

"What do you want?" You finally ask, your voice croaky from being silent for so long.

"Nothing."

"Liar," you mutter, hugging your knees to your chest. "Everyone wants something."

He chuckles. Rests back on his hands. "I guess you're right about that."

Damn right you are. You didn't study the human condition through your years of training to be fooled so easily by pretty words.

"So?" You prompt him, still staring at the dreary horizon.

He takes a moment to respond. The silence is punctuated by the distant noises of traffic, an occasional car passing by, its headlights shimmering in the mist before disappearing down the road.

“The others are all out looking for you, you know,” he says simply. “Why do you think that is?”

If it were anyone else that had run away - their manager, a friend - you know what the answer would be. Because they care about that person. But how can you believe that about yourself, when you know you can never amount to anyone with that level of importance to them?

Ironic, since you’re the person with which they can be most intimate and vulnerable.

“I’m a liability,” you reply halfheartedly.

His silence serves to confirm your suspicions. A runaway PhysCom? Far too risky for a group at their level. You could become one of those anonymous sources like you saw in the news. A firsthand account of the BTS members’ secret sexual urges. Unacceptable. Snatches of words from the NDA you signed buzz around the edges of your mind like stray flies.

But since you're no longer connected to your network, then your tracker is probably disconnected. If the bus had come just a little earlier, you might already have escaped without a trace.

“You really think that’s the only reason?” Seokjin’s voice pulls you back to the moment.

His abysmal attempt to divert from the problem gets a hollow laugh out of you.

“Any other reason has ulterior motives. It’s just business.” You check the time on your ComGear. The bus should be here any minute. “I’m leaving, and I won’t let you stop me.”

“I don’t intend to,” he agrees, to your surprise. “God knows you’ve been put through enough.” He then leans forward, resting his forearms across his legs. “But for what it’s worth, you deserve to know the truth.”

Your ears perk up at this.

Seokjin seems to take your silence as permission to continue. “The reason we decided to suspend you. It wasn’t… entirely selfless.”

You purse your lips in irritation and fix your gaze upon the horizon, settling your chin beneath your crossed arms. “Right. Ulterior motives, like I said.”

He clicks his tongue. “Touche.”

You wait for him to continue, but he doesn't.

Your curiosity gets the better of you.

“So, what… were you planning to replace me?” You ask, trying to sound contemptuous. “I heard you all having your little group meeting in the kitchen. There are plenty of shiny new whores at your disposal, take your pick.”

He still makes no noise.

You wait, preparing to accept a bitter confirmation of all your fears.

But then he finds his voice. “We could never replace you, dear.”

You stop. Look over at him. His eyes are half lidded, his smile bittersweet as he stares off into the distance. After a few moments, he fishes around in his pocket and pulls something out, then hands it to you.

His smartphone.

“Here,” he murmurs, sympathy in the quirk of his lips. “In case you need to call anyone. Those devices they give you don’t have a cell plan, I assume.”

He seems to sense your wariness, and waves the phone a bit in a gesture of insistence. “I can buy a dozen new ones. It’s no trouble.”

You very hesitantly take it. “Thanks.”

Of course, he has no way to know that your ComGear is now jailbroken, for all intents and purposes. But… is this a trap? What if there’s a tracker in the phone? But why would he need to put a tracker in it if he doesn’t know your ComGear is off the grid?

The rumble of an approaching motor pulls you out of your cyclical thoughts, and you get on your feet, slowly coming out of your dissociative sulk.

But you still feel numb. Nothing matters anymore.

Nothing at all.

Jin gets up along with you, slipping his hands into his hoodie pocket. “Stay safe, alright?”

You give a brief nod of acknowledgment, only half in his direction as you shrug your bag onto your shoulder more securely. The hydraulics of the bus screech as the vehicle comes to a stop and lowers slightly, allowing you to step onboard.

You glance back, fully expecting Jin to stop you. But he doesn’t. He blinks raindrops out of his eyes while you board, and gives you a small smile once the doors close behind you. He lifts a hand in farewell, then turns and starts to walk away down the street.

He’s really letting you go.

You pay your fare and find a seat towards the back of the nearly empty bus. Rain pelts at the windows, picking up in earnest, and it feels like yet another layer, another barrier, separating yourself and creating an ever-growing chasm from the life you knew up until yesterday.

You pull out Jin’s phone, staring at the dark screen and wiping away stray raindrops from the surface with your sleeve. Why had he come to find you, if not to stop you?

“But for what it’s worth, you deserve to know the truth.”

Maybe he felt guilty. Or remorseful for the hell you’ve been put through recently. You would normally have felt immense satisfaction at such a thought.

But you can’t feel much of anything right now.

You don’t think you’ll be able to feel properly again. At least not for a long, long time…

Hm? The screen lit up. You must have pressed a button by accident. You swipe at it again, and to your surprise it unlocks. Who doesn’t put a passcode on their phone?

Is it possible… he disabled it before he gave it to you? Maybe. Whatever. You’re so tired of thinking, playing investigator and second guessing people’s motivations.

You scroll over to the phone icon, and tap on it, briefly considering calling your parents. But the wetness on your fingers messes with the touchscreen and you open the messages app instead.

You’re about to wipe the screen and try again, but… the most recent messages are… all about you. You tap on the group chat among the seven of them, currently bustling with activity.

[ Kim Namjoon ]: has anyone found her [ Park Jimin ]: hyung I’m so sorry [ Park Jimin ]: it’s all my fault [ Min Yoongi ]: she’s not at the studio [ Kim Namjoon ]: we’ll talk about it later Jimin [ Kim Namjoon ]: everyone keep looking [Jeon Jungkook]: manager said they can call her network to track her down [Kim Taehyung ]: should we do that? [ Jung Hoseok ]: no! she could get in trouble :( [ Min Yoongi ]: she’s not a stray pet [ Kim Namjoon ]: exactly [ Kim Namjoon ]: we need to keep this quiet for her sake [Kim Taehyung ]: she hasn’t replied to my texts or calls [ Min Yoongi ]: me neither [Jeon Jungkook]: hyung... will she be okay? [ Kim Namjoon ]: everything will be fine don’t worry [ Kim Namjoon ]: we’re going to fix this somehow [ Min Yoongi ]: whatever it takes [ Jung Hoseok ]: where could she have gone... [ Park Jimin ]: what if she doesn’t come back?

You scroll further up, past days and weeks and months of texts between them… not even a day between mentions of you. Wondering if you’re alright. Hoping you’ve eaten enough. Wanting to do more with you.

The thread of texts Jimin sent to Seokjin just yesterday.

Hyung I wish things were different I want to hold her I want to tell her she’s enough I wish I could kiss her… I think I love her Do you ever feel that way?

And Seokjin’s reply.

I do I know just what you mean Why do you think I turned those secondaries away last night, hm? No one can compare She really is special…

He didn’t… fuck the secondaries? After you broke at dinner, he… didn’t...?

You switch to his thread with Namjoon from a few days ago.

I know you’re our leader but I don’t think this is the way to go You need to be more cautious

Namjoon’s reply.

What we need is action, hyung If we work together on this, we could get rid of these unnecessary rules We could all have what we want Including her It’s what’s best for everyone

Seokjin took several minutes to reply.

You’re going to lose her.

Jin knew. He tried to talk Namjoon out of writing that stupid essay, or maybe it was about your suspension.

Either way, he defended you.

You open his thread with Hoseok. Dimly, you recognize that you shouldn’t be snooping, but you’re too absorbed to stop.

Hyung, I think she really wants this All of us ♡ I don’t know how, but we need to show her that it’s okay That we want it just as much

How do you know that’s what she wants?

I can’t say ♡ But I know now She wouldn’t reject us Our feelings She feels something too

The date and time lines up with this morning. The morning after he made love to you.

He didn’t tell them. He kept your secret.

“Our feelings”? What does he mean? Him, Jimin, Taehyung… Seokjin? Do they all…?

Your head spins, the hollowness of your heart filling with a rush of jumbled emotions, like a tide crashing in. All your numbness is washed out with light, just a pinprick at first, that grows rapidly into a ray of warmth as you consider what all this could mean. The chasm starts to narrow, and you get the urge to jump ship, to turn back and figure this shit out. To know once and for all what they want from you. What you mean to them.

But how can you trust this isn’t a trap? How can you be sure?

The answer is as simple as they come.

You can’t.

You can’t be absolutely certain that their intentions are pure… that this is the right thing to do… that you won’t be hurt again.

But maybe... trust isn’t about being infallible. Being right. Being sure.

Maybe it’s built on what ifs. On trying again, even with no guarantees.

Guarantees are only as good as their word, and talk is cheap. Lies are easy. Your Opticon had a 100% guarantee, and look where that got you.

But you remember the way Hoseok held you that night, and made love to you like you’ve never felt in your life... When Jimin kissed his way down your body, with only the best of intentions. Namjoon’s strong arms embracing you when you felt powerless. Yoongi’s hand never leaving yours, even while you waited in the hospital. Jungkook carrying you home after you fainted, breaking your door to make sure you were safe in bed. The look in Taehyung’s eyes when he finally kissed you, breaking the ice you’d been growing around your heart.

How Seokjin let you go.

Maybe...

You get up with a start, rush to the front of the bus, and hastily ask the driver to let you off, much to the old man’s disgruntlement, but the moment the doors whoosh open, you take off at a run.

You want to go home.

You want to try again.

No matter how much you try to bury it, to forget the way they make you feel, you care about them. All of them. On a much deeper level than that of a PhysCom and client. And it scares you.

But you’re done running from fear. From uncertainty.

Now you’re running towards it willingly, as you give chase down the torrential streets, searching for that familiar hooded figure and hoping you’re not too late. You’re embracing the doubt, the fear, the uncertainty, the paranoia... letting their shadowy claws sink into you until they can’t hurt you anymore. Until they fade away, cowering under the glow of your determination.

You’re setting some new rules for yourself, no longer letting fear control your thoughts and actions, barring you from any chance of happiness.

You see Seokjin in the distance, trudging home through the pouring rain. You run faster.

You’re fucking terrified. But you’ve never felt so free in your life.

“Jin!” You shout to get his attention, still a block away. He turns around, and shakes his head, seemingly confused, but a smile starts to appear. You smile too.

Finally, you catch up to him, and without warning, you throw your arms around his shoulders. Damn, he’s always taller than you remember.

He laughs, shocked by your change of heart. “What are you doing?”

“I want to hear you say it.” You reply, looking up at him as rain dashes down your face. You don’t know when you started crying, but you’re grateful to the weather for masking your tears.

“Say what?” He asks, his hands resting on your waist to support you. Thunder rumbles in the distance, rain sliding down his perfect face.

“How you feel about me.” You reply, studying his eyes. “Be honest.”

He seems to sense the gravity in your words. He holds you closer. His eyes soften.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”

For the first time since all of this started, you sense no deception in his words, no double meaning, no hidden agenda.

Because you aren’t searching for reasons to doubt this time.

You’re searching for reasons to trust, and you find them.

You want to kiss him. So you do.

#bts #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts x reader smut #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #bts ot7 #bts ot7 smut #bts smut fic #bts fic rec #yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #thank you all for waiting ;w;

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Scoups (최승철):

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"Heartbeats"

You were staying late after school for a project and contacted your partner and your enemy, Choi Seungcheol, but he didn't care to come help you. Suddenly, a group of boys enter the classroom and you feel your heart grow heavy with fear. Luckily, Seungcheol and his friends were actually nearby. <part 2> | <part 3>

enemy!Seungcheol au, Trigger warning: gangs?

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It was getting late.

The sun was already down even though it was only 6PM. At school, they allowed students to stay until 8PM before they all are forced to leave. You usually liked to stay at school than go home. After all, you needed to work on a project.

However, you partner refused to come help you. He was always such a jerk and is your biggest enemy on EARTH. You don't know why he likes to pick on you and be rude to you so much, but it's happened so often that you're used to it.

The silence in the school building gave you chills. It was so quiet. Usually, you were used to all of the quietness in the building. Other than you and some teachers and few students, there was no one else in the building.

You tried to focus on your work but just today, the silence was unbearable. It was scary.

Taking out your phone from your backpack, you called your partner.

Surprisingly, he picked up quickly, which made you feel relieved.

"Are you still at school..?" You quietly asked.

"No." He replied coldly.

"Seungcheol, we need to work on this project...!" You shouted in a whisper tone.

"I'm not in the mood." Seungcheol said.

"I don't care if you're not in the mood. I'm not doing this because I want to.."

"Then just do it by yourself."

"No. I can't state your opinions." You glanced at the entrance of the classroom and heard some footsteps. "You better come back to school or send me your opinions on the subject through message!"

You heard a click and removed your phone from your ear. He had hung up!

"Gosh that Choi Seungcheol..!!"

Suddenly the door to the classroom slid opened with a thud, you jumped and grasped your chest. Slowly peeked in one of the biggest bullies in the school.

His name was Min. Following him inside was his very own werewolf pack, the basketball team.

"Look who's here all alone?" Min said, clicking his tongue. You held on tightly to your pencil, your hands were resting on the desk that held your papers.

You felt your heart pound nervously. You looked directly at the boys that were entering there were like 5 of them. You gulped and felt your eyes sting.

"Why are you staring at us like that?" Min asked, skipping happily to you. He put his disgusting hand on your shoulder and patted your head. "You just sounded like you needed us to help beat someone for you."

"What?" You replied, glaring at Min.

"Weren't you just shouting that jerk.. Choi Seungcheol's name just now?"

His hand slowly grabbed a piece of your silky hair and he brought it up to his nose, sniffing it disgustingly.

You used all your force and punched his face, pushing him away. His other companions made some noises but your actions made your head unable to hear the words.

Min held his cheek with his hand. He was a few steps away from you and you were standing in front of him.

"What the f*ck are you idiots doing!? Get that b*tch!"

Min shouted at the top of his lungs. Someone has to have heard right? You ducked down and covered your head to try and make it harder for the gang to get you. Your heart began to beat rapidly, and you felt the weight in your scared heart. You closed your eyes shut and covered your ears.

"Don't touch me!" You shouted, hoping for someone to listen to your screams. It was 5 men against you, and all of them equally muscular. There was nothing you could do but run, but they were basketball players too.

Right at that moment, you heard a deep voice.

"What do you think you're doing?" Upon hearing his voice you felt some sort of relief, but part of you was still doubtful. Seungcheol's intimidating face and strong build made the guys a bit worried.

'Was he going to save me? Or throw me to them?' You wondered, hoping for the first option.

Your eyes jolted open when you heard desks and chairs clashing. The scene presented to you wasn't what you were expecting.

Seungcheol, along with his 3 other friends, Mingyu, Wonwoo, and Vernon were fighting Min and his gang. Seungcheol swung his fists, his biceps were muscular. After knocking all the guys out, Seungcheol ran to you, he didn't say anything.

Seungcheol licked his lips while breathing partially heavily after tearing down those men. They were groaning from pain.

Quickly, he hastily slid all of your belongings on the desk into your backpack and threw it around his shoulder before picking you up. He carried you like a princess down the halls.

You two reached the stairs and he gently put you down on the stairs. You looked up at him still a bit shaken.

You wanted to ask him why he came but the words couldn't leave your mouth. You two just simply stared into one another's eyes. His beautiful and long eyelashes made him look kind unlike other times when he was intimidating.

Quietly, he grabbed the back of your neck desperately but also gently, and locked his lips with yours. His warm hand and breath made your heart beat quicken, but this time not from nervousness and from being afraid.

You wouldn't call it relief either. It was fluttering. Your heart fluttered more the deeper and more passionate the kiss became.

Seungcheol put his knee beside you, using the stair for stability. He then massaged your jaw with his other hand. Your hand rested on his forearm, his muscular arm was firm.

Your heartbeat wouldn't calm down.

Finally, Seungcheol stopped kissing you to take a breath. He leaned in again but then stopped right in front of your face. Reality hit you that your enemy, Choi Seungcheol just gave you a sweet and tender kiss, and gave you butterflies.

You quickly turned away from him. Seungcheol removed his knee from the stair and took a few steps backward.

"Go home." He said, still maintaining his cool image, though his voice was shyly shaky.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll make an excuse for the fight."

He hesitantly took more steps backward, still facing you. His expression held worry.

"Just tell the truth to them.." You said quietly.

"I can't put you in danger, you dummy."

Seungcheol finally turned around, his back to you. His footsteps echoed and slowly faded as his figure disappeared at the corner.

You heartbeat still, couldn't calm down.

Seungcheol arrived at the classroom, his heartbeat racing. He knew he liked you and was just acting like a jerk for his pride. He couldn't tell if his heartbeat was racing from the small run to the classroom or from...

Kissing you.

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-serenityseventeen

Is this too long???

Well anyway OMG OMG OMG OMG! SEUNGCHEOL CHOI AAAHHHHHHHHH

I really like this oneee and ugh just writing this made my heart flutter!! Maybe it's because Cheollie is close to my ideal type haha maybe that's why I like it so muchhhhh

ALSO IN-COMPLETE CONCERT!?? AAAAHHH

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non-stop-imagines · 4 years

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Baby Daddy Stark (Part 6)

Here's Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Pairing: Tony Stark x Black!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: As you guys can see, I'm on a bit of a writing rampage. After writing that Bucky piece last night it felt right to go and update one of my series. It feels good writing again especially after the weird depression moment I had when it was official that all of my classes for the rest of the semester were gonna be online. I would also like to just thank everyone that have been so supportive as I begin to write again and even through my hiatus and hopefully I can get much more writing done. But any way, here's part 6! Hope you all like it! Love you all!!!💛💖💛💖💛💖

Warnings: Some mention of throwing up, Some curse words, Reader being mama bear, Tony on the come up as a dad, Travis develops a little crush, I'm telling y'all right now this is 99.9% fluff

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Masterlist

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It's been about 2 weeks since Travis' tournament and since then the calls from Tony have become more frequent and lengthy. He would call every other day at around 7 at night because he knew you got home at about 6:30 every day and liked that half an hour to come down from whatever mood that work had you in but it's not too late so he has more than enough time to sit and talk with Travis until his bedtime. Even though you didn’t want to admit it, Tony was really making an effort to be more present, and it confused you. Why would a man in his prime put so much effort into being in the life of a son he just found out he had? Your thoughts were broken when the timely sound of your ringtone came through.

“IS THAT TONY?!” You hear Travis yell from his room. A large smile grew on your face once you heard his excitement.

“Yes, but you can’t talk to him until your done with homework!” You yell back from the kitchen, then answer the phone. “Hey Tony. How was your day?” You put the phone on speaker and place it on the counter so you can wash your hands to start dinner.

“Fine, I’m actually getting ready to come upstate tomorrow. How was your day?” Your smile dims to something like a dreamy grin, more than likely matching the smile on his face at the moment.

“Great, I have a presentation for a new surgical robot that I’ve been working on for years. Since Travis was, wow, seven?” You grab the package of defrosted chicken that sat on the counter, grinning at the satisfaction of being able to tell your child to put the chicken in the sink to defrost it before you got home, something you don't think you’ll ever get tired of.

“What is this innovation that I’m going to be seeing in hospitals worldwide someday?” His smile travels through the phone, causing you to have to fight an even larger smile from your face as you finish cleaning the chicken, preparing to season it.

“Well…” You continue on into a long explanation about your innovation that makes brain surgery 15% safer which, in the world of neurology, is an immense difference. Once you got to the point where you were basically giving the exact presentation you were going to give the next day, Travis came into the kitchen looking slightly exhausted.

“Homework done, I am ready to talk to Tony.” His words came out as a sigh, eyes hooded with a hoodie on in the 78 degrees house.

“Okay.” You turn to the phone. “Hey, Tony, here’s Travis.” You go to hand him the phone but stop mid-transfer. “Baby, you look sick. And you feel warm.” You retract your hand from Travis’s forehead and hand him your phone.

“Eh, I’ll be fine. I have a test tomorrow, so I can’t stay home but-” His words come out as a groan before your attempted to say something he is obviously used to. “I know, I know. I’ll go to the nurse if I’m not feeling good.” A sad and somewhat pain smile flashes across his face before you fluffed his hair and sent him off. “Dinner will be ready in a bit. You’re going to eat, take some medicine and go to bed, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.” He smiles back at you from the couch then goes to talk to Tony. You smile when you hear a faint ”Hey, kiddo!” then turn back to the stove to finish cooking.

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“Y/N, you ready for today? I know how hard you’ve been working on it.” Your coworker, Kate, pops her head into your office then steps in. Her smile has always been calming for you from your first day there. Her heels click across the floor as she makes her way to the seat in front of your desk. “So, how do you feel?”

“Ahhh, excited. Nervous as hell. And it doesn’t help that I’m just waiting to get a call from the nurse at Travis’s school which would only further postpone the presentation and would do just short of killing me.” You twist a coil of your low pulled back hair around your finger.

“And the, uh, Tony Stark thing?” She leans close and whispers to you, allowing some light brown hair that didn't make it into her bun fall in front of her glasses. Other than Naomi, Kate is the only other person who knows about Tony.

“It's going surprisingly well.” You lean in toward your computer monitor, looking closely at an email before quickly answering it. “He calls… gosh, everyday at a perfect time. Talks to me and Travis-" You stop midway through your gushing, realizing the feeling you get when you even just think about Tony. You love feeling so happy, comfortable and open with another person but it's not just you in this new relationship. Your son is there too, probably just as enamored by the feeling of having his father, having THE Tony Stark as his father. Whenever these thoughts flood through your mind you can't help but think about the hurt that could happen if something-

"Uh, Y/N… your cell." You break from your slowly darkening thoughts and look at your phone. Seeing the somewhat familiar number of Travis's school. You quickly answer it, apologizing to Kate for answering the phone during your conversation to which she hastily dismisses it with a smile, leaving you alone in your office.

"Hello, Ms. Y/L/N? This is Mrs. Johnson, the nurse at North Albany Middle School." Your heart drops. You knew you shouldn't have let him go to school.

"Hello, how are you doing today?" You try hard to continue the conversation as normal as possible.

"I'm doing fine, thank you. I'm calling because I have Travis in here with a fever and just a couple of minutes ago he threw up. I believe it would be the best to have you or an emergency contact come pick him up and take him home." As you were about to answer, you receive a text from Tony.

Tony:

Hey, just wanted to let you know that I just got to the Upstate Compound. Hoping to see you and Trav tonight 😊

"Umm, hold on one secondd… I just have to send this text real quick." You quickly type out a text to Tony.

About how far away from North Albany mid school?? Travis isn't feeling well and I want him to get somewhere and rest as soon as possible and I'm an hour and a half away, not including any possible traffic. Could you pick him up?

Barely ten seconds later you receive a response and sight in relief.

Tony:

Only 25 min. Of course I'll pick him up.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I left you waiting. I'm actually quite far from the school but his uh… dad is just under a half an hour away so he'll come and pick up Travis. I'll give you his contact information so you can get in touch with him. His name is Tony… uh just Tony." You look at the clock on your desktop. Five minutes until your presentation. If you're late, you're late and they're just gonna have to wait.

"Uh, Ms. Y/L/N, I'm gonna need a last name." The nurse giggles her response, slightly confused. You sigh and whisper into the phone.

"Tony Stark. Please keep this private. And his phone number is…" Once you give the phone number you thank her for calling. Then hang up. You quickly gather your things needed for your presentation and head out your office quickly going to and tapping on Travis's contact in your phone. One ring. Two rings.

"Hi, mama." He groans into his phone.

"Hey, baby boy. How are you doing?" You continuously press on the elevator button, quickly hopping in when the doors open and then swiftly removing your heels.

"My stomach feels a bit better but my head and throat are killing me. Mrs. Johnson gave me some apple juice and saltines to eat while I wait for you to pick me up." The elevator dings on the floor you need and you high tail it out of the elevator.

"Actually, Tony is already upstate and much closer than I am, so he's gonna pick you up. He'll be there in about 20 minutes and then once I'm done I'm gonna come up the Compound to pick you up and take you home, okay?" After a couple of minutes of walking down a long straight hallway, you get to the meeting room, smiling at Kate, who was doing an amazing job at stalling for you, through the large glass wall.

"Oh, okay." You can hear the small smile grow on his face. "Also, I lasted through my test in math. I think I did alright, considering that right after I turned in my test I ran to the bathroom to throw up." He chuckles then groans at what you assume to be irritation of his throat and pain in his head.

"Alright baby, I'm gonna go into my meeting now. Try and take a nap while you wait, and call me or text me if you need anything. Okay? Love you." You finish pulling on your heels and smooth out your skirt in the reflection produced by the dark windows of the empty meeting room next door.

"Okay, love you too." You give him a kiss through the phone and after receiving one from him, you two share one last goodbye and you wait for him to hang up before heading into the meeting room to give the best presentation of your life.

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"North Albany, North Albany…" Tony recites to himself as he drives his large SUV down the street the school is presumably on, when out of nowhere he hears the voice of what sounds like a GPS come from the very back row telling him in 1000ft his destination is in the right, almost giving him a heart attack.

"Crap, crap, crap!" He hears an all too familiar voice in a frantic panic as tussling and tapping on a phone screen comes from the back.

"Pete, what the actual fuck are you doing in the back of my car? Aren't you supposed to be in school or something?" Tony takes peeks into his rear view mirror watching as Peter slowly sits up from his previously laying position.

"We had early release today and I told Aunt May that you were heading upstate and may have made it sound like you invited me so I jumped into your car as quick as possible." By the time Peter was done rambling, Tony was already parked in a visitors parking space, look at Peter over his dark sunglasses.

"Get in the passenger seat, Parker. I'll be right back." He sighs, then gets out the SUV, leaving the keys in the transmission. "Make sure you lock the door." He reminds Peter before making his way to the front office. He walks in and up to the the front desk labeled "Pick Up/Drop Off", patiently waiting for the receptionist to speak to him.

"Hello. Picking up or dropping something off?" She asks as she finishes typing something.

"Uh, I'm here to pick up my son from the nurse's office." He hesitantly removes his sunglasses and taps them in his hand, hoping it would make him seem less suspicious.

"Okay, first and last name and date of birth?" She looks up at him, a hint of shock passing through her expression before going back to her job.

"Uh, Travis Y/L/N. And date of birth is..uh… oh. Date of birth 2-18-2009." He smiled at his ability to remember fairly new information.

"Okay, and your name and phone number sir?" She smiles at her need to ask this question, knowing fully well who was standing in front of her.

"Tony Stark. And my phone number is…" After giving his number she politely thanks his cooperation and gives him directions back to the nurse's office. He take a deep breath before knocking on the office door before opening it. "Hi, I'm Tony, Travis's dad, and I'm here to pick him up." The nurse, who was and old black lady, looking to be close to her mid 60's, looks up from what she was writing, surprised to actually see Tony Stark standing in front of her, nervous as hell.

"Oh, Mr. Stark. I-uh- nice to meet you. Travis is just laying in bed 3 but first I'm just gonna need you to sign him out. Just put his name here, your name here, your phone number here, your wi- his mom- Ms. uh-Y/L/N's number here and the date here, please." Tony does as told then makes his way over to his son's bed, giving him a gentle shake to wake him up.

"Hey, kiddo. Ready to go?" He pushed some rouge curls that fell from his pulled back hair while he was sleeping. He touched his head with the back of his hand, feeling the overwhelming warmth radiate. He earns an affirmative groan from his awakening son which prompts his to stand from his kneeling position, picking up his surprisingly heavy backpack in the process. He slings the backpack onto his right shoulder then helps his still partially asleep son from the bed and to the door. "Thank you so much, uh-"

"Mrs. Johnson." The old lady smiles at him. "Please pass onto your wife to make sure to contact the school if Travis is still too sick to come to school Monday. It was very nice to meet you." She smiles politely at Tony then shifts her attention to Travis. "Hope you start feeling better soon, Travis." Travis quietly thanks her then the two leave the nurse's office and out the front office door, but not before thanking the receptionist.

"Alright, you get in the backseat here since Peter decided to tag along. Make sure to buckle up and once you do you can lay down." He helps Travis into the backseat and then gets into the driver's seat, handing Peter Travis's backpack. "We're gonna head over to the compound and you're gonna wait there for your mom, okay" Travis grunts and okay and greets Peter before quickly falling back asleep.

"Dang, what does he have in here? Cinder blocks?" Peter places the backpack in front of him then looks at the sleeping ten year old in the back seat as Tony pulls out of the parking lot.

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It's been about half an hour since Tony got Travis and Peter to the Compound and around 15 minutes since you texted Tony and Travis that you were coming to pick Trav up. Travis just woke up from his nap, fully for the first time since Tony picked him up from school, this not including the two times he woke up for no more than a minute to throw up. He sits up on the couch he was sleeping on, taking a moment to let the thumping pain in his head subside, before standing up and beginning to roam around the compound, immediately heading for an elevator not far from where he sat. He pressed the only button present outside of the elevator which pointed down and entered once it opened. He looks at the destinations that labeled each button and decided to go down to the floor labeled "Kiddy Lab", then pulled out his phone to see your text.

Mama (ICE) 🐻:

I'm on my way to the compound, should be there by 330 or 400. Text me when you wake up. 😘

He quickly texts back when he finishes reading.

Just woke up a couple of minutes ago. Head still hurts and so does my throat but my stomach feels a lot better.

He pressed send right as he reached the destined floor, slightly surprised to hear Kendrick Lamar blast through the speakers in the ceiling of the shockingly large and well equipped lab. He walks further in, tightening the blanket around his shoulders, and turns a corner to see Peter at a workbench, seeming to be doing homework and ever so slightly moving to the music.

"Hey, Peter." Travis musters his first full sentence that he's said within the last 45 minutes.

"Oh, hey Trav! How are you feeling?" He places down his pencil and turns around on the lab stool to look at him. His eyes scan down his lanky body, slightly jealous of his height at such a young age, but the overwhelming feeling of practically being a big brother overshadowing everything else.

"Better. Throat and head still hurt…" he looks around the bright lab, somewhat confused about why the lab has what seems to be very advanced technology. "Is this all your's. Like, did… did Tony make this for you?"

"Oh, ha, not exactly. I share this lab with Shuri, who is somewhere around here. Most of this stuff was transported from her lab in Wakanda." Peter calls out for Shuri a few times, knowing of her incoming presence when he hears the volume of the music decrease. From around a large machine comes a dark skinned, tall, thin girl, hair in a ponytail of long braids, streaks of blue flowing through them. She had on black skinny jeans, a large light blue t-shirt with "The Birds Work for the Bourgeoisie." written across the chest in simple black letters and baby blue Air Max's.

"What's up, Spider Boy?" Her thick accent was like heaven to Travis's ears as he took in Shuri's presence.

"Shuri, this is Travis, Tony's son. Travis, the is Princess Shuri of Wakanda and arguably the smartest person in the world." He whispers that last part but still earns a smack from Shuri.

"He just doesn't want to admit that I'm smarter than his beloved Mr. Stark." She turns back to Travis with her hand out and a bright beautiful smile on her face. "Nice to meet you Travis."

"N-n-nice to-uh- meet you too, your majesty." Travis does an awkward hybrid hand shake bow, unsure what to do and too nervous to even look into her eyes.

"Please, just call me Shuri. So, Trav, how old are you?" She begins to walk back around the large machine in the middle of the lab, to which Travis swiftly follows suit.

"I'm, uh, t-ten. Eleven in February." He shivers from the cold air in the lab and wraps his blanket tighter around him.

"That's cool. So, being Tony's son, you must be into something science related, right?" She goes over to a large holographic computer-type set up and types something on the keyboard embedded in the table.

"I like robotics, but it's mainly because my mom is a biomedical engineer and mainly works with robotics. B-but I have always felt some connection to Tony Stark, though." He tries to puff his chest out at his more fanboy-like intuition but has to move quickly to cover his mouth with the crook of his elbow when he feels a cough coming on.

"That's cool. So, you've got smarts on both sides. Do you do anything else? Sports or something?" She manipulates something in the hologram and then continues to type.

"I'm in my schools robotics club, we actually got 4th place at our most recent competition. I'm also on a club baseball team because my mom used to play softball and I liked the stories she used to tell me about her playing and though it sounded cool." At the moment his rambling siezed, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, promoting him to take it out, knowing it's a text from you.

Mama (ICE) 🐻:

I'm here. Be ready to go in 5. I just need to talk to Tony real quick.

Travis groans at the text, coughing at the irritation he imposed on his throat. "My mom is here. I have to get going." He says loud enough for Shuri and Peter to hear.

"Hey, Shuri, we should go up with him. You have to meet his mom. She's super nice." Peter gets up from his stool and makes his way over to the two.

"Alright. I just need to finish one last thing and we'll head up." She looks back at Travis, lowering her gaze ever so slightly when she realizes that Travis just so happened to be slightly shorter than her.

____

Hey, I'm in the compound where are you?

You press send on the text to Tony then head to the elevator, picking up Travis's backpack as you pass it. You press the button and wait for the doors to open, and once they do you enter and press the button labeled "Lab". A minute later you arrived at the end of a short hallway, one side with concrete walls and the other side with tall glass windows allowing all visibility into the lab. As you walk to the end of the hallway where the door was you look in and wave at Tony, adjusting Travis's backpack on your shoulder along with your purse.

"Welcome, Ms. Y/L/N." You hear a female A.I. voice greet you as you open the door into the lab, light rock music playing in the background.

"Hey, Y/N. Uh-how was your presentation?" Tony meets you halfway, which just so happened to be next to a workbench that he decides to lean against.

"I think it went well. The reason I'm coming so late is because they had me take them to the hospital where the robot is being held to show them how it's used. They seemed quite pleased." A quiet fell over the two of you which gave you a second to look around his lab as he watched you admirably. "Oh, uh, thank you so much for picking up Travis and taking care of him for me. It really helped take a load off of my day." You grin at Tony, the natural sparkle in your eye making him melt.

"It was no problem at all. And if you ever need me to do anything at all just text, call, email, face time…" You two giggle at the last suggestion and sit in now more comfortable silence.

"Well, I guess we better get back up to the, uh, main room." You turn to the door that exits back out to the short hallway but stop when you hear Tony call your name.

"Are you free, say, next Friday? I passed a restaurant, uh, Italiano Roma. It seemed right up your alley and I mean we have to celebrate your great presentation. I heard it's pretty new…" He does an open arm gesture and raises his eyebrows, waiting for your answer.

"Yeah, new and expensive." You laugh and begin to walk to the door again.

"Come on. It's all on me." Tony rushes from behind you to open the door. You sigh and turn to look at him holding open the door.

"Fine, next Friday. " You smile and continue out the door and down the hallway.

_____

You and Tony finally make it to the main room, and your heart swells when you see Travis pulling on his shoes, wrapped in a blanket and laughing with Peter and another teenager, a very pretty dark skin girl.

"Mama!" Travis calls over to you then coughs after the sudden throat irritation.

"Hey baby. You ready to go home?" You remove the blanket from his shoulders and help him pull his jacket on.

"Yeah. But before we go, I wanted you to meet Shuri. She's from Wakanda, practically a genius, and only 16." You look at the dreamy look in your son's eyes then at Shuri who already had her hand out.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Y/L/N. Your son is a delightful and very bright boy." She smiles a bright smile and gives you a slight bow.

"It's a pleasure meeting you too. I'm glad that Travis has been exposed to such bright talented young adults like you and Peter. Actually…" You briefly at Tony, then back at the teens. "Would you two mind watching Travis next Friday? I made plans with someone and I feel like you two would be the best people to watch him and make sure everything runs smoothly. I'll pay you both, say, $10 and hour?"

"We would love to, Ms. Y/L/N, right Shuri?" Peter walks by Shuri and nudges her.

"Oh, yes. Of course, it would be no problem at all." She smiles.

"Oh, thank you both so much." You look over at where Travis was previously sat only to find that he moved. You turn around to see him talking to Tony. "Trav, time to go." You give him a sorry smile which he nods to, then proceeds to hug Tony and bid everyone in the room goodbye. "Tony, I'll text you when we get home, okay?"

"Okay." He gives you a bright smile and watches as you walk Travis out, feeling his forehead with the back of your hand then rubbing back his rouge curls.

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seven-oomen · 3 years

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I think you know I would not be me if I didn't request DILF Club or Peter/Noah (or maybe Chris/Noah for a little adventure) for the Ultimate Ship Meme thing. 😆 But only if you feel like it. That champagne sounds like the "sparkling" grape juices in fancy bottles they have everywhere this time of year. I almost got some, but I still have a tiny bottle of prosecco I'll probably just have instead. Maybe if I drink a little I'll finally write some. 😅 Hope you're feeling better! - B

Consider I got two DILF club requests for this meme, I’ll do the OUAT verse for this one and another verse for the other ask. XD

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

How long will they last? For eternity, even death doesn’t part them.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? It was a bit of a process the first year, it wasn’t instant love. Though the connection was there due to the soulmate bond. Especially Chris took his time to allow himself to love. The first one to fall was Peter, he fell for Noah first, then Noah fell for Peter. When Chris came into their lives, Peter realized he loved him during one of their Nemeton visits. Noah followed a few weeks later. Chris was the last to fall for both of them.

How was their first kiss? Sweet, a little sloppy, and Chris bumped his head at least twice while giggling. Much to Peter and Noah’s amusement.

Wedding:

Who proposed? Peter did, at the Nemeton when he gave them their Triskelion Necklace parts.

Who is the best man/men? Derek is the best man, the groomsmen are Jackson and Stiles. Ben was their ring bearer.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? Melissa is their best ma’am. Allison and Malia are the bride's maids.

Who did the most planning? Peter did, he choose all the fashion, the venue, paid for the wedding, got the caterer and the florist. (though Chris tried to pay for things as did Noah, but Peter wouldn’t have it. They bought the rings and Peter’s suit for him as ‘retaliation’. Chris and Noah also planned a little song called here comes the sun that their pack, friends, and family sang to them as they walked down the aisle with Peter. Noah played the guitar for the occasion with Malia.)

Who stressed the most? Chris, he’s the internal stresser of the group and he had a few panic attacks while trying to get everything in place. Noah was a close second.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. (They rented a place, invited closest friends and family but kept it on the down-low.)

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? Kate, Gerard, Elias, and one other person who shall not be named yet.

Sex:

Who is on top? They switch, all of them like to top and bottom and they’re not picky on who gets to be on top/bottom. Things just happen.

Who is the one to instigate things? Usually Peter, but Chris or Noah (especially when they team up) can be real degenerates as well.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now (They’re not shy about their sex life and very much enjoy each other’s bodies and closeness. It’s a great way for them to strengthen their relationship.)

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head (They’re into toys, bondage, breeding kinks, biting/marking, dom/sub play, public sex, and some other milder kinks, nothing too crazy but also not too vanilla.)

How long do they normally last? Depends, if they’re fired up and excited they might not last long, 5-10 min, but if they go slow and steady they might also last for 30-60m. Or well, Peter will last that long, Noah and Chris both recover fairly fast and can go multiple times in a row.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? They try to get Chris and Noah to come an equal amount of times, Peter is just happy to see them come and since he can come once and then needs 10-20m to recover. (I know werewolves have healing but his senses need a break) So he tries to make them come often and then comes once or twice himself.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. (It really depends on their mood)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? Between the three of them? 8 in this universe. Twins: Allison & Jackson, Stiles & Malia, Adeline & Mikhail, and the singles: Ben, TBN (Currently named Kaya but that might change)

How many children will they adopt? They fostered Isaac, and unofficially adopted Erica and Danny. (Boyd is part of the pack though, but since he’s mated to Erica at some point it feels weird to say they adopted him too)

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Peter, and he doesn’t mind it one bit. He didn’t get to change many diapers for Allison & Jackson or Ben, got his fair share of them with Malia & Stiles though. But he doesn’t mind, his mates were pregnant and gave birth, so it only seems fair he needs to step up in the diaper department.

Who is the stricter parent? Chris. Noah tries but is too soft most of the time or too chaotic, and Peter just can’t say no once one of the kids pulls puppy eyes. (Especially Ben. And the others know it.)

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Chris is best at stopping them, Noah tries to but due to his job can’t always keep an eye on them. Peter comes with them to let them explore but safely. He protects them while they do stupid shit.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Chris. He’s got the whole routine down to pat and is a streamlined machine in the mornings. Noah still can’t wrap his head around it.

Who is the more loved parent? The kids had a phase where they preferred Peter, since he’d just come into their lives again, but once that died down they all loved their parents equally. (Jackson would never admit it, but he comes to love Noah as a parental figure. I have something planned for that.)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Peter, he loves to hear how his kids are doing in school and doesn’t mind to absolutely obliterate their teachers if he knows a teacher is picking on his kids. He lives for shit like this as the rich house husband to his two working husbands. Also, the opportunity to brag to Karen about Jackson & Stiles’s grades or Malia’s shop accomplishments, or Allison’s latest political victory in the student council as their vice president (Lydia’s the president, they’re a power couple.) is just too good to pass up.

Who cried the most at graduation? Peter, he finally gets to see a milestone up close and personal for all of his kids. Though Noah is openly crying as well, and Chris has watery eyes. (He keeps it in until they get home and then hugs all the kids while crying.)

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Let’s face it, it’s Noah. He technically has to make sure that the law is upheld, but when it comes to his own kids, he’s not above giving them a pass. Though he’s more lenient towards kids in general. But yeah, Noah will most likely try and bail his kids out. Peter would let them steam for a few hours in a “You got caught, you deal with it.” Kinda way and then bail them out after a few hours. Chris would let them steam for a bit too and then determine how big the offense was before bailing them out.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? Chris, he’s the most practiced and most efficient. Though Noah loves to cook Polish food and bread. Peter does it when both of his mates have to work or are too tired to cook. He’s getting better at it.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Peter. Werewolf senses mean he has a fussy pallette. He hates most vegetables for one. Though he has competition in Jackson once Jackson takes the bite, the little shit is a regular Gordon Ramsey.

Who does the grocery shopping? Peter, since Noah and Chris, tend to work during the day and he’s more of a stay-at-home house husband and dad. Chris gives him the lists. That doesn’t stop him from sneaking in snacks and candy for himself, Noah, and the kids.

How often do they bake desserts? At least once a week. Whether it’s for bake sales, PTO meetings, birthdays, weekends, a tryout, there’s always a baked good on the kitchen counter.

Are they more of a meat-lover or a salad eater? Peter and Noah are more Meat lovers. Chris is a mix between the two. He likes salads and meat but doesn’t have a preference over either. Unlike the other two.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Peter, he takes them out to a grill restaurant. It doesn’t have to be fancy, but the quality has to be outstanding. They get their older kids to babysit and let them order anything they want as a reward.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Once again, Peter, I feel like Noah or Chris would be more likely to be home dwellers and Peter’s the one that takes them to bars, musicals, restaurants, malls, etc.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? Noah, he’s not a bad cook, but he gets distracted by everything else and forgets he has pots/pans on the furnace.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? Chris or Peter.

Who is really against chores? Noah forgets to do them sometimes, but I feel like none of them is actually against them. Peter doesn’t like to do them but he likes a clean house, so.

Who cleans up after the pets? They have eight kids, a bunch of werewolves, a banshee, a kitsune, a hellhound, a Seelie, and god knows what else running around on the full moon. You think they have room for a pet???

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Peter. If there’s no evidence it never happened. Now come help me clean this up before you papa and poppa get home. Or when it comes to his mates he just speaks softly and forgives. He’s been in a coma for six years, he’s not gonna let anything trivial get to him. Family is everything.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Chris. It’s his training and a bit of an OCD thing. “No, you don't get it Noah my love, EVERYTHING has to be spotless...” Cue Chris running around with a vacuum cleaner and a mop. “It’s just Melissa & Derek for wine night...”

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Chris, and he puts them in the fun jar that they use to reward the kids. Once the jar is full, they go shopping or do another fun activity with the kids. Bad behavior/swearing gets money removed from the jar and into the dad jar. That money is used to give Chris/Peter/Noah an extra outing if the kids were particularly difficult.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Noah is a slut for long showers/baths. It’s his moment of relaxation.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? Noah occasionally walks Peter in his wolf form. At some point, people think Peter is a K9 unit, and Noah rolls with it. Which opens up opportunities for Peter to stay with Noah at work.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Every year they decorate for Christmas, the midwinter solstice/yule, the spring equinox, thanksgiving, Halloween/Samhain.

What are their goals for the relationship? To love and support one another through anything and to keep a fun and raging sex life well into old age. But mostly to love and cherish one another and build each other up just the way they are.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Chris if you let him, training and habit have him up early, but his natural sleep cycle is to sleep like a log and to Noon.

Who plays the most pranks? Noah, he’s a mischievous little shit that loves to pull pranks on people and very sassy to boot. Where do you think Stiles and Malia have that from?

#teen wolf ask meme #chris argent #peter hale #sheriff stilinski #noah stilinski #the DILF club #chris/peter/noah #once upon a time #my convos with anon #B #answered #Anonymous

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fitmydaydream · 6 years

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Apologies - Part 2

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Prompt: After Y/N storms out of Shawn's studios, she plans something which will shatter Shawn's heart.

Word Count: About 3k

A/N: So here it is lovlies!!!! I would suggest you to read the first part if you still haven't. I'm still so overwhelmed by the response Apologies got and I apologise if this sucks. Happy reading babies! I love each one of you and I really hope you like this! 💖

Hurt. Broken. Devastated. These words would all be an understatement of how you were feeling right. You were still not over the words Shawn attacked you with, creating a big issue out of a small surprise which was only meant for him.

You're not a fucking queen. Snap out of your dream! You make me sick Y/N. You're so fucking selfish and self-absorbed that I can't even tell you.

All those words kept circling your mind. You tried hard to get rid of them but they were so adamant about not leaving you alone.

You debated with yourself about what to do. You needed to clear your mind. You knew decisions taken in rage are always regrettable and have never been beneficial to anyone.

After sitting inside your car for another 5 minutes to dry your tears out, you settled on going to your favorite ice cream parlor to clear your mind out. After all, a girls gotta eat.

You pulled your car out of the parking lot quietly, careful of the fact about not letting anyone especially Shawn know that you were still here otherwise who knows that he might as well flip out again.

After Shawn saw you walk out of the studio, he went inside his room and slammed his door shut, not wanting anyone to let inside. He didn't need anyone to tell him what he did was wrong because he very well knew it.

He was ashamed of himself. With every awful word he threw at you, he knew he was being less of himself and that he was breaking you inside out. He hated himself for doing that to you. For letting the anger bring out the worst of him. For saying words he never actually meant. He didn't know where that rage and those words came from. He was a completely different person. It was like an evil soul had taken over him.

Tears of realisation and regret were now streaming down his face and his throat went dry.

He hated when you were upset. He hated even more when the reason you were upset was him. And today, not only he made you upset but also hurt you so bad. He made you cry. He humiliated you in front of people.

He loved you so much. He would never do a thing to hurt you or would never let anything happen to you. You were his life. His reason to live. But today he proved it all wrong.

This stress was taking over him. It was eating his soul up. He knew it was unhealthy. He knew it would wear him out soon. You'd warned him about this. And he did what he feared the most.

He remembered how you told him not to get too engrossed in this and give yourself a break because you knew he needed one. You knew he was building up a bubble which was filled with frustration and that it's gonna burst out someday on someone which won't be nice at all. And that someday was today and that someone was you.

He cried even harder. He pulled on his hair. Hard sobs escaped his lips.

He started to think about how big of a dick he had been to you in the past months. He left you alone for most of the times. He would leave you to eat dinner alone. Somedays when you would come home from work, all tired and wore out, he wouldn't hug you or take care of you properly. He knew you'd a habit of stressing over work even when there was no need to and yet he left you to deal with it all alone. God knows how many nights you must've cried to sleep and he wasn't there to make you stop.

He didn't take care of you like he used to when you were sick and wasn't there to stop you to go to work when you'd a bad flu.

He would sometimes snap at you out of nowhere and you'd still be there for him. You were there for him through all this. You were always supportive of him. You were never selfish. He thought if anyone who was being self-absorbed it was him.

"Fuck! What did I do?" He didn't realise he'd been biting on his lips too hard until he tasted some blood in his mouth.

Fear took over him. He was afraid you would break up with him. He'd messed up big time. He feared that you would leave him without even giving him a second chance even though he wasn't worthy of one. He deserved every form of anger you'd to offer. He owed you an apology at the least.

He wasn't ready to face you after all that he'd said to you. He was ashamed of himself. He would never be able to look at himself in the mirror if he doesn't make things right today. He decided to put an end to this distance between the two of you once and for all.

He gets up and searches for his car keys. Once he gets them, he strides towards the door and gets out. Suddenly he overhears a conversation that makes him halt in his steps.

"What? Are you okay?" Brian asked you worriedly.

"Yes Brian. I'm fine. Just send in a car here or someone who can help me out except him. You don't need to tell him anything please. I don't want to see his face. Just now for the least. Please. Can you do this? Just do something sooner because it's getting a bit colder and my heater is trash." you told Brian calmly.

You never reached the ice cream parlor that you planned on going to. You were on your way, almost made it through a 20 min drive from Shawn's studio when your car showed mere signs of breaking down. But you were too deep in Shawn's thoughts that those signs were ignored by you.

A 10 minutes distance was still there to get covered when your car gradually halted and refused to move. "Wow what a beautiful day" you told yourself when you got out of your car and discovered that your it's tyre had somehow got punctured.

You yelled out of frustration because there were no petrol stations nearby and also the sun was about to set down which meant it was starting to get a bit colder than before. You searched for your jacket and remembered that you hanged it in Shawn's room behind his chair when you were waiting for him to get his work finished.

You decided that you won't let this day be your last so you debated on whether to call someone or not or seek some help from some passerby. You counted the later option out because then you could either be murdered or could possibly be dragged down a snake pit or the endless possibilities that could lead to your death just because of your little ego.

You decided to call Brian and let him know of your problem. Brian was like a brother to you. You two had so much fun together. Sometimes teasing each other and stuff. He was always supportive of you like a sister. So he was best option right then.

You called Brian and told him about your whole situation and he kind of freaked out a bit but was quick to help you.

"Okay. But stay where you are Y/N. Inside your car. Lock the doors from inside. I'm coming to get you okay? Be safe." Brian said in a concerned tone.

"Ahoy grandpa!" you slightly chuckled and hung up.

"Shut up dork" Brian told you and hung up. He turned around to get his car keys but was stopped by a tall figure. Shawn.

"Where are you going and what's up with Y/N?" Shawn asked bluntly.

Brian was still pissed at Shawn for how he treated you today. So, he avoided the question and took his car keys, ready to walk out but was again stopped by Shawn.

"I asked you something Brian. Tell me." Shawn said with a voice calmer than before.

"Do you really care about it Shawn? Because I don't think so. I thought you said some things about her? Did you forget those words?" Brian asked clearly pissed off from Shawn's attitude.

"Fuck! I know. I already feel shit about it. Could you not make me feel worse about it Brian and tell me what's up with Y/N?" Shawn sighed.

Brian debated on whether to tell Shawn or not because after all you were his girlfriend and he had every right to know that she was in trouble. He knew you were gonna hate him for sending Shawn for her help but he couldn't do anything.

"She called in to inform me that her tyre got punctured so she's stuck somewhere near Cindy's Ice cream parlor and needs help urgently."

Shawn eyes went wide and he started to panic.

"Jesus! Tell her I'm coming and to stay inside the car and lock the doors. Also tell her to put on a jacket or something as it's getting colder and she catches cold easily. I'll ve there as soon as I can. " Shawn said hurriedly and quickly ran upto his car in the parking lot.

"Oh baby! I'm sorry. I'm coming. Just keep her safe god." Shawn mumbled to himself in worry while opening the car door.

"I swear to god I'm such a big idiot" you said rubbing your hands against your arms to keep yourself warm. You cursed at yourself for forgetting to bring your jacket with yourself.

You'd turned on the radio previously to keep yourself busy until Brian arrived but you quickly turned it off after two songs when they played Never Be Alone. You didn't want to hear Shawn's voice at all. So now you were just sitting there, trying to keep yourself warm and staring blankly outside the window.

You sneezed and muttered "God dammit Brian! Where are you?" you said annoyingly.

Suddenly you saw a car pull over in front of you and a tall figure appeared out of it. Assuming it to be Brian you sighed in relief. The tall figure approached you and you frowned because the closer the figure was approaching you , the lesser it looked like Brian and more of Shawn.

Your heart nearly stopped beating when you saw that it was Shawn. "Not now" you said to yourself as tears were threatening to spill from your eyes. You lowered your head so as Shawn could not see your miserable face.

Shawn reached your car panicking and lowered his built to look inside. He knocked on your window but you were too busy fighting back tears.

"Y/N? Baby? Are you okay? Are you cold? Please open the door, I'm here!" Shawn said worryingly.

You wanted to ignore him. You didn't want to even look at his face right now but there he was outside your car, knocking on your window and there was no way escaping this now. You wanted to punch Brian in the gut for sending Shawn at this moment.

You took a deep breath and decided you won't speak a word to him. Ignore his every question and just deal with him till you reach your home because you were planned it all about what you're gonna do once you get home.

You wiped your tears and lifted your face to look at him. His pretty face but eyes all swollen and red from crying. It was gonna take a lot more than courage to ignore him because you loved him so much. You hated that even when he broke your heart you were sitting there admiring his face. You wanted to touch his face and wanted to tell him it's okay. But you can't do that you told yourself.

You finally opened the car door and let yourself out of it.

Shawn took you in his arms so fast that you didn't even realise it. He ran his hands through your hair, feeling you and kissing your hair mumbling "Thank god baby! You're safe."

Tiny drops slipped out of your eyes. It was taking everything in you to not put your arms around him and tell him there was no need to worry but you resisted. This was too hard.

You pushed yourself out of his grip gradually and rubbed your face with your hands. You started walking towards Shawn's car in order to tell him to go home.

Shawn was taken aback. He looked at you walking towards his car. He was heartbroken and thought to himself now this is what it must've felt like when he pushed you off when you tried to hug him previously this day. He wiped the single tear that fell from his eye.

He jogged upto you but you were already sat inside his car and were about to close the car door when he stopped you. You looked upto him to see what he wanted. You saw him holding up his jacket for you so innocently. You really needed the jacket because it was too cold now.

He was leaning down to make you wear the jacket but you took it from his wore it yourself. Hurt evident in his body language. He stared at you and gulped whatever he was feeling. He went to the other side to sit in the driver seat and closed the door behind him.

Tension was evident in the air. You felt like you needed to get away from him right then and there but you needed to wait till you were home. This was harder than you imagined.

Shawn was looking at you with sad eyes. What did he do to you? You looked really miserable and upset and it was killing him. You were looking outside of the window when he took your hand and placed his lips upon your skin to make it warm. He used to do this whenever you felt cold. You felt a lump in your throat. He kept whispering sorrys against your skin but you didn't even look at him because you knew the moment you'll look into his eyes, you'll melt and it wouldn't even take a second for you to kiss him and make things alright. You wished it would've been this easier.

You coldly drew your hands from him and placed them inside the jacket you were wearing. Shawn didn't want to make you feel anymore comfortable so he took this as a sign of you wanting to get home sooner as possible.

The drive was silent but not awkward. This was one of those moments when you and Shawn wouldn't speak a word to each other and would rather hum along to the music happily playing except that now neither any music was playing nor you were happy.

The drive was of 20 minutes. 20 minutes of extreme silence, staring out of the window and sheer disappointment. No conversation was initiated from Shawn because he knew you needed time. But little did he know about the amount of time you needed to recover.

Shawn parked the car in your driveway and you both got out. You quickly went inside your house only to be greeted by Noah, your bestfriend standing there with a bag stuffed with your clothes.

Noah was your childhood bestfriend. You two went to the same school but seperated when you'd to go to University because you two had a two different passion to follow. But after you met Shawn and you both decided to live in together in Toronto, you were pumped up knowing you'd be living at a place only an hour away from your bestfriend.

So decided to Noah when you were waiting in your car for Brian. She picked up the phone and you greeted her with a hello. She was quick to sense that you were upset and asked you about what happened. You were hesitant to tell her but eventually gave in since she understood you a lot.

"See Y/N. I'm not trying to come in between you two and would hate myself if anything happens because of me but I would suggest you to come and stay at my house if you want. You know what I mean right? You'll have some time to yourself to clear your thoughts out and we'll figure out stuff if you'll want. It's all upto you sweetie."

You thought about it. Yes you needed some time. A short break from Shawn. You wanted to figure out the mess that had been there since the past months and wanted to make things better so you told her to pick you up from your house as soon as you arrive there and take the key which was underneath the pot and pack up most of your clothes because you didn't know how much of a long break were you going to need.

You heard Shawn walk upto your door and when he saw Noah holding a bag stuffed with your clothes, his eyes started brimming and he stood there with fear written all over his face.

"Y/N? I-Is this what I think it is?" Shawn stuttered.

You didn't say anything and looked to the floor. Tears were starting to escape your eyes and you felt so helpless.

Shawn came close to you and held your arms in order to make you look at him.

"Y/N? Baby?" His voice broke. "Please tell me this is not what I'm thinking it to be please say it?" He begged you to tell him this was unreal.

You slightly nodded and looked the other way with tears now streaming down your face. It was too hard. You can't even look at his poor face right now.

Shawn opened his mouth to speak but the words didn't seem to come out of his mouth somehow. This was all to much to take in. His throat went dry and he wasn't able to think straight.

You tried to get out of his grip but he was too strong.

"Y/N you can't do this. You can't leave me love. I need you. I fucking need you baby. I love you so much. I know what I said was pathetic and I don't even deserve a chance to explain myself for what I said because it was so bloody sick and pathetic. But I swear I love you. Give me a chance love. That's all I'm asking for please I'm gonna make it all better I prom-" Shawn cried but was interrupted.

"Promise? What promise Shawn? And a chance? A chance to remind me of how pathetic I am? Remind me of how sick and selfish I am? Remind me of how fucking pathetic and unsupportive I've been of despite putting your work and you above everything? Above every fucking person? I don't need you to remind me of that again Shawn! I know that!" You yelled.

"No no no-" hard sobs escaped Shawn's mouth.

"Shut it Shawn! Please stop. Say no more. Everything's a mess right now. Do you even have an idea of what I've been feeling like since the past months Shawn?" you said with a finger resting on his chest.

"Do you know what it feels like to have dinner alone even after you've a boyfriend who lives with you? Huh? What it feels like to cry yourself to sleep every night? What it feels like to wake upto an empty bed even though you've your lover living with you? No Shawn you don't know that. Because I know what it feels like to be the one who is ignored by the other one who pretends that he's the only one living in this goddamn house. You don't even acknowledge my existence Shawn. Who are you?" you were now speaking with so much emotions that you weren't even sure whether you were angry or sad.

"I wouldn't hesitate to say I still love you Shawn after all the things you said to me and I hate myself for it." your voice cracked.

"How can you say such a thing when I was the one who was suffering from insecurities and anxiety about our relationship Shawn! I fake consoled myself everyday that No! You still love me and care about me but guess what? I was wrong. My whole days and nights revolve around you Shawn and you went ahead and called me selfish? Why Shawn why? You broke my heart in the blink of an eye Shawn. What did I even do to deserve this?" you whimpered.

Shawn fell to the ground on his knees in defeat. He didn't know what to say to you because every word that was coming out of your mouth was 100% true except the fact that Shawn didn't love you. Shawn loved you with everything he had and maybe he forgot to show it all. Shawn wrapped his arms around your leg and broke down in tears.

"I know baby I know. I know I've been the greatest dick to you. And I deserve every worst thing you've to say to me. I deserve it all. But Y/N please don't leave me. I will be lost without you. I might have forgot every way to tell you I love you but I swear to god I still do. I care about you. Just don't leave me. Let me make this all better. Let me put an end to all your miseries. I promise I wouldn't treat you like shit this time. I'm so afraid to lose you Y/N so fucking afraid!" Shawn cried.

"Shawn it's too late. I've already made up my mind. Don't make this harder than it is. Please let me go. I want to figure things out of this mess. You can take care of yourself for right now" you said crying and pulling yourself out of his grip around your legs.

"No baby I don't want to please just stay Y/N just stay" Shawn was really heartbroken at this point. His life was shattered right now because he didn't know whether Y/N even wanted to stay with him anymore, even in the future. She was his lifeline and the only thing that motivated him every morning even when he didn't show it.

You finally pulled out of his grip and placed a hand over your mouth to not let the scream out which was building within you. This was hurting way too much. You signalled Noah to follow you and just like that, you disappeared.

Shawn laid there on the ground with his broken and sore heart unable to process what just happened with him. You were gone. The light of his life was gone.

Part 3? Also, what did you guys think of this? MASTERLIST

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bpdmisadventuresandme-blog · 5 years

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Prison....That caught your attention now, didn't it !?

PART ONE of TWO:

I consider myself to be a empathetic person with values and morals that are considerably higher than most ...and I ended up in prison.

In 2018 I suffered from one of the worst mental health breakdowns in memory, but it happened in such a way that I didn't get the ‘normal’ psych inpatient intervention which may or may not have stopped what happened next. I was admitted for two weeks when it really should have been two months tbf.

I think its safe to say I had many issues that combined to make my health shatter. I had an random attack happen on my doorstep, Members of my family lied to me and caused me significant distress, I lost regular access to my children through no fault of my own, I was recovering from a rape and I had been using drugs to minimise the pain , ie , making me actually feel worse :(

I was seeing the local CMHT and was on near daily visits from my CPN. Id just managed to open up about the rape and to share with her how id gone to the local assault centre for texts and evidence gathering but was not coping with the flashbacks and triggering nature of this event and my past. So there I was disclosing my deepest fears and this was the point when she decided to tell me I was no longer going to be under her care due to team shifts. Now I'm a severe BPD sufferer at the best of times, so I take rejection and things such as this hard , let alone when I'm in a fragile state and unloading huge personal feelings on to the only person id trusted in a long time.

Its fair to say it wasn't a therapeutic way to change over my care. Time wise and the nature in which it was carried out.

Soooooo , that's the brief background to where I was as an individual when I did something bad.

As I've mentioned the rape happened at a point where I had reached my limit, it also was the straw that broke the metaphorical camels back. I remember saying to the solicitor assigned to me after the event that all my past roared up to meet me and thundered between my ears making it hard to think, see or acknowledge a reasonable amount of self awareness within myself.

I attempted to hurt the person responsible for my rape.

I handed myself into the local police station within mins of my criminal actions.

I cooperated at every stage.

I was kept overnight in my local police cells and took to court the following day. I was actually given bail with conditions of not contacting the witness (ironically also the perpetrator) until my court date and as such made my way home. When I was arrested my phone was taken to use as evidence and it was 3 days later when I was given my mobile back from the police as they had done what they needed to do with it. Its safe to say I prob would never have ended up in prison if the next part hadn't happened. Upon receipt of my phone and turning it on I received up to 5 text messages in quick succession from the perpetrator of the rape against me, the texts consisted of items such as “I'm sorry for what happened, please come see me” or “We need to talk, please come to mine “ . I lost it and replied with lines along “How dare you message me , I won't come near you again, you know what you did to me for me to attempt to hurt you” etc etc. Guess what I played right into his hands. Within 24 hrs I was back at the police station for breaking my bail conditions.

Yep. Shitty. But technically I had done just that by replying. Another three nights in the cells on suicide watch as id informed them id rather die than be locked up for replying to antagonising texts from my rapist. Suicide watch and anti ligature clothing meant I made it through the night and back into court on the Monday. This time the judge said he had no choice but to send me to jail for breaking my bail. He took into account the circumstances but stated “court orders and bail conditions can't be broken and a punishment must be given”.

The numbness was a blessing as I was kept in the holding room under the court with a cup of something that resembled coffee.... or piss . Could have been either tbf.

The trip down the motorway to the nearest women jail was long and bumpy. The ‘cells’ are all enclosed and with plastic slippery seating so I ended up on the floor once or twice. Always wondered since, how ironic it is that prison vans don't have seatbelts. Arrived at 6.35pm after being in court at 11am , registration begins and amounts other things this involves collaboration of information with a prison officer regarding scars and tattoos on my body. Fifteen tattoos and hundrends of scars later, a mental health checklist is shoved under my nose and its no surprise that I tick all of the “current issues” such as self harm, suicidal ideation, suicide attempts, ligature use, depression, anxiety and so on and so forth. This meant I was put on a ACCT, which was equivalent to an outside ‘care in the community plan’. This would eventually mean I had a case manager, Psychosocial team (SMPT) mental health team and a OMU (offender management unit team member) to ‘ensure’ I had the right level of support whilst in prison. I was allowed one call and I tried to reach my best friend (now my partner but that's another blog post!) but I couldn't which I didn't realise would mean id have to wait nearly 10 days before his number would be put on the prison calling system. I was fed. Microvawable meal which if I had known what prison food was like actually at mealtimes id have gobbled it all up but as it was stress and anxiety had made it hard to stomach.

Then I was taken to the “Newbies” wing , which consisted of two floors, the upper for prisoners suffering with drug withdrawals etc and the lower for prisoners without drug and alcohol issues.

To be continued in Part2.... underestimated how much id have to say . Now that's a rare occurrence !!!!!

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exoparkchanyeogiwa · 5 years

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Silver Tongue (Part I)

(Pic is not mine)

' "OW!" He screamed, his hand flying up to inspect his burning lips, "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?!" '

This was the last straw.

You had forgiven him for trashing your apartment. You had forgiven him for wrecking your car. You had ignored the time when he completely ruined your brand new carpet...

But this was the last straw - his antics had driven you to make petty moves and petty decisions.

Because NOBODY can mess with a tattoo artist's ink...

Not even a werewolf...

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Miniseries/Werewolf!AU

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Genre: Angst/Fluff/LowkeyCrack

Member: Kim Minseok/Xiumin

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You were beyond annoyed.

Your clumsy boyfriend had, yet again, transformed into his wolf form - which would've been completely fine... if he hadn't done it inside your tattoo studio and if he hadn't knocked down your entire supply of ink in the process of doing so...

So there you were, knelt down on the floor, wiping up various splodges of brightly coloured - and expensive - ink. Your boyfriend was helping you tidy up - it was the least he could do.

When you had finally finished, you looked down into the black bin bag full of ink-stained tissues and empty ink pots and sighed with disdain. You looked up at your idiot boyfriend and he scratched the back of his head and gave you a nervous and apologetic smile - trying his best to ease your fury at him by showcasing that gummy smile that he knew you loved to much.

But it wasn't going to work this time.

He had done this too many times. He had lost control and shifted more times than you could count on your fingers and everytime it had happened, you had suffered during the aftermath. First it was your apartment: completely wrecked and left smelling of wet dog; then it was your car; the entire bonnet scratched, chipped paint and two popped tyres; next was your carpet: stained with blood from a rabbit that Minseok aquired from an 'overnight hunt' and this time... it was your ink. The item sacrificed this time round, was your precious and expensive ink- the ink which your entire career as a tattoo artist depended on - the ink which was supposed to last you until next month because that was when the next delivery was scheduled to arrive - the ink that cost a lot of money... all in the bin.

You cried a little.

Most of the time, you were very patient when it came to his sudden shifts because you knew that he had little to no control of when he shifted. Today, however, had not been one of your best days . You had a very hectic day since it was a Friday and you were the best tattoo and piercing parlour in town. People were always lined up at your door asking for you to draw whatever on their skin or pierce whatever part of their body and you loved it! You loved your job... most of the time.

Today, your job felt like absolute hell due to several factors: a mob of foul-mouthed kids bombarded you with requests for tattoos when clearly, none of them were of legal age to get one done- so when you refused, they said you were a kill-joy and cussed at you a few times until you politely asked them to leave; when they refused, you were forced to scream at them to get out of your studio and wave a moving tattoo gun at their faces until they ran out in fear. All the screaming gave you a headache which then continued to pound in your head for the remainder of the day.

Then, a disgusting, dirty man had the audacity to ask you for a butt tattoo! You usually didn't get these kinds of requests and that was lucky because you absolutely hated them. However, when they did come up, you would grit your teeth and bare it because you needed the money. But why did this gross egg have to come here and ask for a tattoo on his hairy behind today, of all days? And why a butt tattoo? Who was gonna wanna look at that monstrosity? You were talking about his butt of course because your tattoos always looked pristine- as you've been told.

So you did the tattoo... then proceeded to wash your hands with an entire bottle of liquid soap- eventhough you were wearing gloves the entire time.

Later on, a group of drunk men decided that it would be a good idea to play catch with a rock outside your studio. The rock hit your shop window which now had a massive crack on it.

You had dealt with enough cracks that day...

You scoffed at the recollection of your not-so-ideal-day and walked out the door to put the rubbish in the bin. Your boyfriend followed you out and placed a hand on your shoulder:

"Y/n," he whispered, "Y/n, babeeee, I- I didn't mean to do that! Y-you know how I get when I shift! I can't help it!"

You turned to him, glared and said "I don't care Minseok! You do have control of where you choose to go after you've shifted, don't you? You aren't completely out of control, are you?"

Minseok shook his head, meekly.

"Then why the hell did you choose to come here, run into my studio- which is barely big enough to even accommodate you- and knock down my ink supply when you could've just stayed away?!"

Minseok looked down, a little hurt by your outburst but he knew you were right- he should've stayed away so he wouldn't end up causing trouble. He just really missed you.

The sad look in his eyes made you feel slightly apologetic for the way you had shouted at him and you questioned whether or not you should apologise for the way you acted... but then you remembered all of your precious and E X P E N S I V E ink supplies and nearly every ounce of regret left your body.

"You know my ink supplies aren't cheap, right Min? They sometimes cost me over half of what I earn a month and you know that!"

He sucked in a breath and nodded once again.

You didn't want to see him. You felt like you would break and forget that you were mad at him if you saw his face again so you dashed off into your studio and upstairs into your flat. Minseok followed suit but you ran into your room and locked the door before he could enter.

Minseok banged on the door. "Y/nnnnn...Y/nnnnnnnnn!!!! Open the door please! It's just ink! I can get you more if you want me to!" He said.

"No! I refuse to even look at you right now Kim Minseok!" You said, firmly in reply. "You're sleeping on the couch!"

Minseok scratched his head- he knew he didn't have a chance at winning this argument so he walked over to the couch and tried to settle down- wishing you were next to him.

You would've been lying if you said you didn't miss his touch, his smell, his gaze, being in his embrace...but you were mad at him. You weren't going to even let him touch you until he said sorry.

The next morning, you jumped out of bed, your headache gone and your entire being feeling refreshed. You did your usual morning routine and stepped out of your bedroom door. You could've sworn you were forgetting something... but what was it?

Then you heard a loud and excited voice shouting, "Y/NNN!!!"

Ahh, yes. You remembered now. You were mad at Minseok. Minseok who wAS RUNNING RIGHT TOWARDS YOU WITH OPEN ARMS OH NO.

You spun around and jolted back towards your bedroom, locking the door with Minseok only a few seconds behind. You gasped in relief. C'mon, Y/n, you're supposed to be mad at him, you thought to yourself.

"Y/n, are you seriously still mad?", he cooed outside your door.

Ughhh, how annoying, you groaned.

"Fine, if you wanna be petty then I guess you're gonna have to stay in your room for a looooong time," He teased, "But as soon as you walk out this door, I'm gonna hug you and you're gonna forgive me like you always do! See you later! Love you, babe..."

Dang it... he was right.

Minseok somehow always managed to make you not mad at him or at least less annoyed just by being his usual sweet self and you almost hated how you fell for his charms so easily...

But you weren't going to let that happen this time.

You heard Minseok saunter away to the kitchen. You walked over to the bed and sat yourself down. How on earth were you going to keep him away from you? You couldn't stay in your room all day! You were bored! You needed to eat!

Just then, something flashed in the corner of your eye. You turned your head and a glimmer of silver came to view- a stud- one of your silver tongue studs!

You had always been a fan of tattoos and piercings- that's why you turned the fascination into a job and of course you had your fair share of tattoos, piercings and whatnot and owning a store which specialised in those fields meant that you had countless supplies of accessories. Accessories made out of silver...

Silver that werewolves couldn't touch.

You smirked and pulled out your drawers full of various kinds of jewelry. You placed various silver earrings in both ears in each pierced hole that was available; you brandished several silver rings and bracelets; you wore a silver locket; put a curved barbell in your eyebrow and a lip ring on the left side of your bottom lip. To top it all off, you put your favorite silver tongue stud in.

Now you were ready to eat breakfast...

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Part II (Final)>>>

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Whew! I said I'd upload this in July... but... here we are... in December basically... Oh well! Only like 5 months late lmao. I was gonna make this into a oneshot but it was a lil too long for that so I just made it into a two-parter instead... Anyways... I hope you enjoy! I'm quite proud of this one...

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