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gaysindistress · 7 months

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I love u like I’ll get on my knees 😍😍😍😍 CAN U PLEASEEEE PLEASEEEE do TFAWS!Bucky x Latina reader?? maybe more specifically Brazilian?? we need some rep 🥺🥺 HAHA actually though like reader is good friends with Sam and Sam introduces them? Please, and thank u the dead love of my life

AHAHHAAHWH MY FIRST REQUEST!!!! thank you so much love!!

Okay okay so here’s a little Drabble for ya! I feel like this could be a full one shot?? Maybe after my follower celebration that starts on Friday! Also I wrote this on my phone so I apologize if there are any spelling/grammar errors.

Anjo -Portuguese for “angel”

mãe - Portuguese for “mom”

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 1.2k (this was only meant to be 500ish words…)

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

“Please tell me that you didn’t text him,” My coworker asks with an edge of dread and disgust in her voice. For the last two hours of our shift, Lilly has been on me about the guy who left me his number yesterday.

It had been a slow day with only regulars really coming in so a decent looking young guy walking in felt like Christmas. Lils was on it and immediately put on her best flirt, fluttering her big eyes and matching lashes at him when he ordered. I wanted to laugh at the scene but that died when he flashed a smile my way and handed me his number. It was quickly followed by some passing comment about how he hates it when girls throw themselves at him. I had half a mind to throw his coffee on him but I knew my boss would have my head. I settled for plastering a fake smile on my face and saying “Vai pro caralho.” Of course the ignorant asshole thought I was being nice and winked at me. It took all of my strength to not shutter in disgust.

“You should know me better than that,” I throw back at her, “from that 2 minute interaction alone, I can already tell that he would talk about himself the entire date before saying something borderline foul like how Latinas girls are his favorite and he can’t stand white girls .”

Lils snorts as she takes a sip of her coffee, nearly choking and sending the hot liquid flying over the freshly cleaned counter. I arch a dark brow at her which makes her laugh even harder.

“What? Am I wrong? You can’t tell me that he wouldn’t have pulled out that high school Spanish to impress me.”

“No, no,” she stutters, wiping the coffee up, “it just caught me off guard is all. Wait, didn’t you say something to him in Spanish before he left? What did you say?”

I narrow my eyes at her, “Vai pro caralho? Babes you should know better.”

She looks at me in horror, “oh my god it was Portuguese, wasn’t it?”

I nod as she profusely apologizes, “I am so sorry, Y/N. Oh my god I’m not better than that asshat. Ugh, what does that mean though?”

The front door opens before I have the chance to speak and the little bells above alerts us to the one regular that never fails to put a smile on my face. Sam had been coming in since before I started working at Brewed Awakenings but after that first interaction, he came pretty much daily. He even got Sarah his sister to start coming in and within a matter of a few weeks, I was invited over for Sunday dinner.

“It means Go fuck yourself,” I tell Lils as I round the counter with a bright smile and wide arms. Sam matches me and wraps me into a tight hug.

“Good morn, Anjo. How are you?” He asks as he squeezes me into this chest.

I pull back and give him my best angry mãe look we I demand to know where he’s been for the last few weeks.

He holds his hands up in defense as he says, “put those eyes away, Anjo. Im sorry okay? I was on official business and I didn’t have time to swing by to let you know but I’m back.”

I don’t let up my expression at first and lecture him some more, “You better be. You were gone for like…”

I pause for dramatic effect to pretend to count the time while walking back around the counter, “6 weeks. I was about to send out a search and rescue team to find you. Ridiculous.”

Sam chuckles while shaking his head at me. He steps to the side to reveal a man that’s been standing behind him and one that I hadn’t noticed before.

A damn attractive man.

Albeit a bit judgmental given the looks he’s throwing at the both of us.

“I wasn’t gone that long,” Sam tries but stops when I shot him another mãe look. He quickly changes the subject, clapping his hand on his companion’s shoulder and introducing him, “well this is Bucky. He’s the reason I was gone so if you’re going to be mad at anyone, be mad at him.”

Bucky.

He looks familiar but I can’t quite figure out why. The massive resting bitch face forced me I stop the search before offering him a bright smile as I repeat his name.

This seems to…irritate him? I honestly can’t tell with the stone wall of moodiness and brooding that lives on his drop dead gorgeous face.

“Well welcome in Bucky, I’m Lilly but everyone calls me Lils and this is y/n,” Lils jumps in with an equally wide smile. His dark eyes flicker between us but hover half a second longer on me. He utters a low “thank you” and looks up to the menu.

Sam rolls his eyes at his short answer but his ever present smile never fades as he orders his usual, a large hot mocha with soy milk. I’ve tried to get him to switch to coconut or even hemp milk but he refuses. He always gives me the whole speech about how “soy is the closest to real milk and if I’m going to drink alternative milk, it has to be close to the real thing.”

“And for you?” I turn my attention to Bucky while Lils starts on Sam’s order. He looks me with slightly wide eyes, a little startled it seems that I’m still talking to and looking at him.

He freezes for a moment, “uh…um a large house coffee.”

“Of course,” Lils jumps in once again and slides a cup across the counter to him. The loud volume of her voice causes him to flinch and Sam instinctively steps in front of him. He takes the cup without another word and fills it while Sam pays and throws a shamelessly flirty smile to Lils. She mocks faintly in a fit of giggles and winks at him.

Sam turns his attention to him and subtlety jerks his chin towards the door, wordlessly asking me if I’ll walk them out. Lils caught it too and rolls her eyes before shooing us out the door.

“She means no harm. She’s just…cheery,” I tell Bucky when the door closes behind us and we step onto the side walk, “I can tell her to tone it back for when you come in next.”

Sam chuckles under his breath and tries to hide a smile behind his cup but fails miserably. Bucky shots him another one of those bored looks and rolls his beautiful eyes at him.

“You don’t have to do that,” he finally says to me and actually makes eye contact with me, “Y/N.”

I offer him another wide smile and stick my hand for him to shake. He glances down at my watch and rings before taking my hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky. Don’t let Sam fill your head with too many tales and I hope to see you soon.”

The man in question basically squawks in protests as I hug him goodbye and disappear back into the coffee shop.

About an hour after I get home, I get a text from Sam saying something along the lines of “Robo cop liked you and asked for your number.”

Moments later a D.C. number sends me a text and I quickly save it under “Bucky (aka Robo Cop according to Sam)”

That’s when it clicks who he is; Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Solider and the most attractive man I’ve ever met.

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pocketstoriesstore · 7 months

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Hey y’all! This is my first story about vampires, which i LOVE! Hope you have fun and forgive y choice of humble words! hahaha

THIS IS A +18 STORY! If you’re minor, get out and DON’T READ!

FIRST DAY WITH HIM.

The day was darkening. You were just about to go home, after dealing all the traffic, of course.When you saw that guy again: the one all in black, long hair, a gray intense stare. You was only able to feel weird about it, since you couldn’t imagine what’s was actually going on.

You thought he could be a coworker on the same building as you, or a corporate neighbor, so you didn’t feel afraid at all.

Even when that was awkward as a fuck.

You saw him on the market two nights ago, and now he’s on the corner of the street, almost ten o’clock.

You took a cigarette from your purse, looking at him with the corner of the eye, thinking on how could you get to him and finally ask something, start a conversation just to make sure of things and all.

You turned your head down to find a lighter and two seconds after he was in front of you, with the lighter burning in front of your cigarette.

“Hey… thank you so much. Didn’t notice you so close…”

“Sorry, didn’t meant do bother you.”

“Don’t worry, just scared me a little bit. Don’t worry.” You said last, smiling.

He kept looking you intensely, almost eating your eyes with his own.

“You work here, right?” You gave a slow “yes”with your head, worried about your answer, keeping in mind the importance of the confidence about your job, when he kept saying: “It’s really dangerous here around. You should take care.”

“Ok. I… can take care of things, really. Don’t worry. Thanks for the lighter.”

“You’re welcome.”

You wasn’t sure, but he didn’t seem to blink so many as people usually do.

He was beautiful.

His skin looked gray in the light of the moon, you couldn’t let aside…

Bu he was fucking beautiful.

Voice, liquid eyes, hearted lips. Maybe Thirty-eight, Forty. Everything seemed to work.

You were almost in the car’s door, when you heard something weird. Sounded like someone throwing a big peace of fabric against the wind…

And silence again.

Inside the car, you noticed you were right all of the past few days about two things:

Vampires were real, and he was one.

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You had all your investigation spread in a table in front of you, when he said: “What were you about to do with this?”

“I-I wasn’t about to tell-“ “Who do you work for?!” You saw the tips of a couple of fangs shining inside his mouth, and couldn’t avoid the stare. He glanced at you, angrily.

“You have to tell me, so I can let you out! Ok? TELL ME!”

He seemed uncomfortable, angry, curious, agonizing for an answer, apologizing with his painful gaze.

“I work for myself. I was fired last week. Here, take my documents and see what you need, if I do have a chance to get out. I know about all of you. Your boss, too. Tell him i’m curious, that’s why i know all about you.”

“They won’t believe this. No way, you’re pretty much dead, girl, you know.”

“I was fired because all of you. Because i- “you scoffed, started to laugh for a second, and then got dark again-“I was trying to proof your existence. They think i’m crazy.”

He dared to get close to you.

He believed you, at all, but there was another big trouble: What if his boss didn’t believe him? He already wanted you dead. You almost showed up their asses for the world, what if someone decided to believe your vampire story? How did you know all of this?

“Ok, hold on, now: Christian told you. Is it so? Chris is a vampire. He told you about my research, he who FIRED ME! NOW IM HERE?!” You felt your ground fall.

Your friend, who fired you, calling you crazy for takin vampires so seriously was a fucking one of them.

“I have to let you alone now. I’ll be back soon.” Stephen told you, unable to look in your eyes as before he did.

“Are you gonna lock me here and…?”

“Don’t worry, nobody’s going to hurt you. I’ll be right back.”

You had your tour on his house, all oh the rooms, bathrooms, kitchen, wardrobes.

You knew it wasn’t right, but you had no choice, no cellphone, just the tv and a Playstation connected to it, and you’ve had enough of playing videogames by yourself in that lonely house already.

Almost five hours later, Steph (a nickname you gave him for no reason) was back home, with a pack of some snacks so you could choose, and died coke.

“Thank you.” “No problem.”

This time he seemed more “colored”, “alive”.

“Did you kill someone? You looked dead earlier, now you are out there, totally alive.”

He laughed:”I didn’t, don’t worry. A friend of mine fed me.” You felt your eyes bigger:

”HOW?! J-just what the fuck?” He laughed more: “She gave me her neck for just a while. Like this:” One second after he was breathing centimeters away from your neck, saying: “We ask people, they give us blood enough to get out safe from our clowns.”

He said, playful but also a little shy. You felt some walls falling between you two.

You were almost sure that this vampire was a little bit as screwed as you. Intuition.

“So, if you wanted a little of blood, why didn’t you ask me?” He stood cold, curious:

“Would you let me? I didn’t mean to freak you out. Thought it could be too much. I just got to know you and all of this…” He passed his fingers through his hair, worried. You interrupted:”Well, let’s consider I was about to die; giving you blood and still staying alive couldn’t be this hard for me.” You both laughed, he gave a pause, uncomfortable again. “What? What’s this weird??” You were starving and excited for information, now. He started: “When we have contact with someone who feed us, things can take a little… intense. It’s a big deal, exceptionally for the feeder.” You blinked, stoned: “You fuck your feeder?” He laughed loud, getting red for the first time, now that he had blood enough in his body. He crossed his big arms, resting his backs on the balconies: “Yes, lady. We fuck. We fuck a lot, blood everywhere, etc.”

“And…Do you need to…get fed everyday?” You was trying to discover how many girls he used to fuck, now. You felt crazy, because you was almost jealous about him and his interesting life. “You wanna know if i’m a pervert? Say it out loud. I’m not gonna hurt you, I told you.” “Stephen, i’m sorry, I didn’t meant to- hey! fuck you, i’m the one stuck in a trap, and am I apologizing? Be nice to me and at least answer my curiousness, i’m have the right.” “Remember being here is kinda your fault? Chill out! I need to rest now. In a bed, not a coffin. Anything else? No? Great! Then, excuse me now! And he left you alone again in the kitchen of the locked big apartment.

You found tea in the kitchen, and drank at least four of them. Alone, you started to reread your own research, missing your cellphone. You hated to feel this alone.

Only when YOU wanted, you enjoyed to be alone. But feeling alone was different.

You slept in the couch. When you woke up, Stephen was in the kitchen using the computer to talk to someone. You felt the scent of fresh coffee taking over the house, and felt a little happier in the middle of all that mess.

“Gmorning, Bloodsucker. I need to take a bath, hope you don’t mind.” “Anything you need. Make yourself home.” His eyes locked in the computer. Almost a hour later you showed up again, using his black clothes. You passed behind his chair to steal a bit of his coffee as if that was your own house, your own life.

He laughed a bit, unbelieving what he was seeing. “How dare you, you human?” He said, playfully. “Luckily I love black clothes. I used your laundry too, and your shampoo. You don’t mind, do you?!” You said with those girly eyes, batting your lashes as a baby dog, getting close to his face so he could smell the sign of his shampoo in your hair. Caught in surprise, he just frozen and close his eyes as he felt the the smell of his shampoo, your skin, your breath and…your blood. When you broke his spell: “Hey, wake up, princess. Is it that good?!” His face became red again, while he rolled his eyes and got back to his “job”, pretending to ignore you.

“I need to go out now. You’re a professional so I don’t have to tell you to stay here, otherwise… Just stay here, please. Ok?”

“You should let me out. You know.”

“I can’t, now. Don’t make things harder, ok? If you go out, you’re dead.”

“Why do you care? You don’t even know me.” “I DO know you a little bit, now. I’ll be back soon.”

“Are you going to… get fed?”

He stoned. You kept saying: “Cuz if it’s the case… I don’t know, I wouldn’t mind if you want to try on me.” He turned to be face to face with you, studied you entirely, confused and… something more than this.

“Yesterday I didn’t take blood enough. We can try, and If you tell me to stop, i’ll stop in no time. Are you feeling rested? Did you sleep well?” “Yes, sure!” You said, locked eyes with his. “Come here.” He took your hand, gently, guiding you to his room.

It was dark and clean, smell of his cologne and some decorations of his travels on the wall. “Please, lay dawn.” “Like this?” You laid on your right ribs, using your elbow to rest your head while exposing your neck so he could take you there as he needed. “Please, relax. Trust me.” As he approached, you started to close your eyes until his mouth was too close of your neck, breathing hot. You shivered in anticipation, until he finally brush his lips on your skin, pushing kindly until he felt comfortable to open your skin. You felt his fangs pressing, and when it finally opened the wounds you couldn’t avoid letting out a hard breath. That wasn’t bad. Thad was so fucking good, and when he sucked the first amount of blood from your skin you couldn’t avoid crying out his name, and when he seemed to worry was to late- he knew that by the way you held his hair tight and pressed his head even more against your neck. The feeling started some electricity on you that was impossible to avoid, to control, and you wanted more. Both of you couldn’t contain the hard breathing, the body trembling, almost shaking. His left hand, at first resting in your cheek, decided to hold your hair trapped on its fingers, while the other one traveled from your waist until your breast under the fabric of his own clothes on your body. Feeling the electricity getting out of your control, you moaned louder, pushing all his body to yours as he guided his bloody mouth from your neck to your lips, taking you in his lap easily as if you where a feather, spreading your legs and pressing his hips on yours, holding tightly behind your knee and your waist.

He wasted no more time when he pulled your T-shirt off, sucking hard on your breasts, leaving marks and making you scream and moan his name even louder. “Fuck, i told you. Do you understand now, huh?” He said almost groaning in your year, taking his clothes off as fast as it was possible, and finally, your pants. You needed him inside of you as if it was the only way to stay alive. When he threw the last piece of fabric on a corner of his room, he pushed his naked body against yours again. You closed your eyes to feel all his way inside you, but he held your hair hardly, making you face him, while positioning his length on your entrance: ”No, no, you’re going to look at -Ah!- me..Ah! Look- At -My- Face- While - Ah, shit! I fuck- You!” You couldn’t do more than feel the ecstasy fill you up. It took a while with his thrusts until you couldn’t get it anymore. He was strong and his pace was perfect, as if he was made to fit you. Steph-en- Ah! I-ca- n’t - I-Ah!” And you couldn’t say a thing. “Yes, I-Fuc-kin-Know.- Goa-Ah-Head.” He tried to said in his tired husky voice, his eyes locked on yours, the color of your blood in his mouth and breast. “Co-Me-F-Or- Me-Ah!” An you couldn’t stop yourself from screaming his name, until your body stopped trembling, until you feel him to let go all inside of you, breathing your name until the last jolt of your bodies pressing together, when he finally lied his head on your neck again to steal a trail of blood he left behind, kindly adjusting his weight above your body, still holding your thigh around his waist and caressing your skin from the knee to the hip, repeatedly, as the both of you tried to catch the breathing together.

“Do I know you enough to no let you run, now, lady?”

#vampire #vampire romance #vampire story #fanfic #reader insert

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psykoz · 2 years

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ok so some things that have happened at my job

- coworker said the r slur in front of me, a few others, and one of the front end managers. manager says nothing to stop it and in fact jusf laughs and agree w the overall statement (halloween costumes looked [r-slur]ed). this is significantly worse as not only am i (not openly at work for fear but pretty obviously) autistic, but the field we are working in is specifically with seniors with a specific type of mental and intellectual disability

- person who hired and trained me and is an assistant, also higher position not a manager technically but on the management team, learns i dont celebrate xmas thru an email i willingly send, totally fine. but days later, unprompted and unrelated, she str8 up asks why i dont celebrate and i feel the need to reveal some inkling of religious beliefs which i really do not want to do

- literally wont tell me half of the things i need to do/not do until after i fucked up anr get reprimanded. they never told me what the callout policy was, until after i recieved a write up for breaking it. they didnt tell me a security feature for someone had been updated, until i almost messed up SECURITY and a coworker had to tell me it had been changed. theres more but pointing out every time would get tedious and repetitive

- already blamed me once for having "too many missed calls" despite every one of those missed calls having been before my start time or after i am meant to clock out, some even having come past midnight or before 6am when im still hours away from even needing to be getting ready to clock in, outright admitting that it was more likely because their phone system isnt patching back to the after hour line, or after hours people are just not picking up the phone. and still called me in for a full 8 hour "training" shift where i spent well over 75% of the day sitting, not working OR training and thinking abt how much shit i needed to get done in my personal life and how wasteful this was, because of something out of MY control when im not even fucking clocked in.

- my bosses have all been on at least one vacation in the 3 months ive been here. despite being called, verbatim, "the last line of defense" and being in charge of peoples lives, having to potentially de escalate an angry senior if i tell them they arent allowed outside, and having to be around people that are dying at least one person every week or 2, i get no benefits and no chance to even accrue vacation or sick time. i would have never accepted a job with not benefits or sick or leave if they had explained to me the full scope of the stressors i have dealt with. i know for a fact my ptsd has gotten more severe after this job and i went thru a traumatic experience that i wont talk abt bc it was out of the hands of my job tbf, they couldnt have stopped it from happening, but i have still been exposed to multiple deaths and one event ive been unable to stop thinking about and fearing. they have never suggested grief counseling is available to any employee

- sometimes they put up fliers for mandatory meetings/trainings without sending any text/email about it. this sucks for so many reasons. i just may not see them, i have multiple disorders that give me memory issues so having a reminder on my phone would be helpful, qnd the worst of all: they have put up fliers on a day i wasnt working for a mandatory meeting, on a day i wasnt working, and i did not have another shift until 2 days AFTER the meeting that i didnt even know happened bc they didnt bother to let me know despite me being physically unable to see fliers if im NOT THERE.

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aj-ofmars · 7 months

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Hey guys. i really need a community right now just to talk and to feel understood. ive been supporting palestine but i also have been having a chronic- semi debilitating issue and i think that my job came after me for something that happend because of the chronic health issuesbecause they didnt like that I openly supported Palestine.

even now, in bed and in pain, I'm day dreaming of someone holding my hand and me biting down on a stick for the pain. They always tell you to let them know if you need something but dont like when you call off or when your not pleasant. and we're taught how to communicate with regular people so they know how to help and when i told someone to please stop coming around me while i was having a painfull, stomach scraping, vision bluring, brain scrambling sensory issue triggering chronic pain nightmare, I told the coworker while i was in pain and frustration and cognitive turmoil (because talking to people with direct communication doesnt actually work and i was fed up) that when they keep coming around me after i had given him a courtessy warning while im SUFFERING that it makes me want to KILL him.

that was friday

this monday rolls by and im let to work for one hour and then called into a quick termination meeting. citing zero tolerance that ive never been aware of and that they dint even show me physically or expand on. When I told them I was having a health issue that they are aware of and claimed to care about and that ive never actually hurt anyone- as they know. they said something like "WE DONT KNOW THAT" with twisted up angry faces that seemed disproportionate to the situation. I very calmly went to get my stuff and and clock out and didnt even get to because one of them- a person that so recently claimed to feel the pain I was going through- told me not to worry about closing out the work- just to go.

I go out to my car where "free palestine" was written on the back and suddenly only Palestine had been smeared off.

I live in jackson in the west. a place where people claim their nuanced liberals, with campers, ski passes, and long hair.

I had realized recently that I didnt actually like working there and it did not work for dysregulatory problems I was having and the POC background I came from else where. I asked the universe if I'm too comfortable and whether I even wanted to stay here and then was terminated the next day. a few weeks after i had suddenly decided to move a majority of my things into a storage unit because i felt like decluttering. months after i had booked a flight to visit my home town for a week- set for next week- and just a day after I realized i was trying to force this place to work because they made me feel guilty for how much work they put in to make sure i could stay to work for them when resources were getting tough. and because it has good pay.

I didnt sleep last night. I ate almost nothing and yet the debilitating Gi and brain functionality issues have me dreaming of someone holding my hand again. I am relieved because I think this was meant to be but dont know what to do next or have anyone to talk to that isnt alrealy dealing with their own stuff.

#ajofmars #free palestine #freepalastine🇵🇸#chronic pain #chronic illness #neurodivergent

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indigo474 · 2 years

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10422-back at it-

she texts me to ask if i like being single- i am the happiest i have ever been i reply-that makes me happy she says-

it was kind of nice being back to work- we are insanely busy. I love it when my coworkers call me for an issue they are having and when i tell them what's up the give me shit. i had a call today. Like DUDE- YOU called ME because YOUR DUMB ass didn't know what to do. Only 1 way to handle an account like the one he had- so i asked him- what do we do with accounts that are on a 97? He started sprouting off- so i asked him again. ..well well- i thought this and i thought that- so what should you do?? Finally he answers. Yup- do that. the guy is just an asshole- he gave Marci a bunch of crap when he was in class and I know Drew can't stand him- I understand why. it happens a lot. people call me to argue with me.

i was in the bookstore last week- why are new books so expensive? I ordered a book off amazon- it arrived today. I use to love reading. There was one Summer i must have read 20 books. I would read in the backyard by myself. Mads tells me to buy the books- i can't spend $30 on a book of spells- the book tells me if i catch a falling leaf i will have a magical fall- if i catch 2 so will my lover.

thurday i see the trainer. im nervous. i went to the gym tonight and ran on the treadmill. Im so nervous I am going to fall off- it's happened before. i feel like it is a dangerous machine and i'm better off running on the street. maybe i'll get use to it? yesterday at the park, in the rain, was perfect- i felt like i was the only person left on earth-

ive been sleeping fine without the diphenhydramine. i'm also waking up less tired. the voice inside my head told me those pills were making me feel like shit- the voice also said- impossible- keep taking them- take more..

ive been listening to rap music while i run- it has a good beat. i can't believe the things i hear- shocking- drugs, guns, sex, alcohol. some of its catchy. rappers are an angry group of people-

so much more so much more.. sleep is calling.

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atomiereference · 2 years

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y'all wanna here my work drama?

ok so I work in a family practice office as a medical assistant and ive been there for over a year now. so like we're a really big office and the NP i work with took on a now retired docs patient list. it's like a whole thing that he saw people mainly 65 and older and the patients we work with tend to have a lot of complications. so in short im kept really busy and active most days and I don't mind that! I genuinely love what im doing rn

but

these last 2 weeks have been a fucking nightmare. Like one of our np's has been out so there's an increased workload and I have not been able to keep up. finally yesterday I ended up panicking and crying to my boss because I felt overwhelmed and we came up with a game plan to combat that

YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I'VE BEEN OVERWHELMED IT'S BECAUSE MY FUCKING COWORKER BELLA ISN'T DOING HER FUCKING JOB ok and like this has been an ongoing complaint for months. my other coworkers and I have gone to our boss about how Bella literally just never helps out and it's noticeable but this fucking lazy pos not only has not been doing her job but is like now playing dumb?????

like she has the same title as I do we are both clinical and have roughly the same job experience and on top of it all the np that is out IS THE ONE SHE WORKS FOR

SHE IS LITERALLY SCHEDULED AS EXTRA HELP IN THE OFFICE

so I've been sending her the shit I haven't had time to like calling patients and telling them their results and she would just

send.the.shit.back.to.me

so I confront her about it and she tells me she doesn't understand what to do (straightforward, day to day tasks that she has been doing for over 5 years as an ma) thank fucking god my boss was standing by me when I was confronting bella because she was able to see first hand this bullshit

later in the day I notice my messages that I haven't been able to really address for 2 weeks are finally getting done by this bella and she fucking teams messages me to say she's 'not mad at me and she hopes I didn't think she was mad at me :)'

I had to step away to calm down from how fucking angry I was

so I calm down a bit and go right up to her and ask to speak in private. so the minute we get to a room to talk i tell her I'm frustrated with her and I don't understand what the problem is.

halfway through this conversation I realize it was a mistake not because I was worried about anything negative coming back on me but because this girl is literally always the victim. I think the only good thing that came out of it is that there was an actual consequence (me confronting her and not just complaining behind her back and ignoring the problem) for her actions in the moment and I told her my expectations and what I want her to do going forward.

like I don't usually fucking care that much about what my coworkers do but don't create more work for the people around you. I just

like she was trying to tell me how stressed SHE was because she has this issue or that issue and people are mad at her and she doesn't understand why and I bit my fucking tongue so hard because I could tell her why people complain about her lazy ass but if I started I was going to say some real hurtful shit

anyway, fuck bella and her twilight ass dog name

#mine

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freshwitchgladiator · 3 years

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#I’ve just started putting hm as my default for rant posts which is funny because it always just makes me think Geralt #shut up alex #anyway today’s been awful this last two weeks have been worse and I relapsed my most self destructive habit today. just fucking wonderful #I feel like I need to tear my fucking chest open it feels like I’m starting tod drown and it has for a while #it went away for a bit because I got so fucking angry at my coworker who relieved me. like you know the movie Hercules. the Disney one?#it was like when hades explodes after seeing pain and panic buying Hercules merch #I was so livid. I still am angry the fucking audacity of old ass white men who think they know better than you #who fucking asked. I know my fucking job better than you ever will you absolute shit for brains and just because you’re older #doesn’t give you the fucking right to talk down to me like a child. I am a fucking adult and the only reason I’m not your boss is because I #turned them fucking down. multiple times. they still ask me occasionally and I have a legit comepent boss #this is the second fucking old man doing awful shit to me in two weeks. the first one was a email saying im asking to be sexually assaulted #why am I still at this job.#best part about that was I did my fucking duty and immediately reported it to my supervisor and he gave it to our manager and my manager #DIDNT FUCKING REPORT IT TO HR!!! IT TOOK ME A WEEK AND I HAD TO SPEND HALF AN HOUR SCOURING THE INTERNET TO LOOK FOR THE HOTLINE #SINCE I WASNT GIVEN ANY OF THAT INFORMATION WHEN I STARTED!!!! AND BECAUSE MY MANAGER IS ALSO AN OLD MAN #HR HAD TO EXPLAIN TO HIM THAT “’be careful what you say it sounds like you’re asking to be groped’ WASNT OK!!!!!#HOW THE FUCK DO YOU LIVE SO LONG AND NO ONES TOLD YOU YOURE A FUCKING SEXIST ASSHOLE!!!!!!#god i need to calm down I have been off and on screeching into a pillow and I’m gonna lose my voice but just. shits so fucking awful #theoretically my manager has another site he can put me at soon and it pays more and I work by myself. and it will be worth it but.#only for a little while more. if I get one more 60+ asshole talking to me like I’m a child I’m going to riot #anyway this is all on top of my mental state being horrible because spring is when my SAD kicks in for god knows what reason #so I’ve been isolating myself and convincing myself no one likes me and I’m annoying and better of unalive 🙃#so life’s a fucking struggle right now #anyway if you got this far which I fucking doubt lol know I appreciate you #heavens know I’m not worth it but I appreciate you anyway

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writing-in-april · 3 years

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Cinematic Coincidences

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

(Spencer’s POV)- listen I just love his POV lol

Summary: Spencer can’t bring himself to go on another date that’s been set up for him- so he stands his date up. Spence seemingly can’t catch a break and runs into the date he stood up.

A/N: Hey heyyy- here’s my seventh fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April!! This one was requested by @andiebeaword (I added a reference for your love of hallmark movies in this hehe)- this is the original request- I tweaked the characters involved just a small bit lol I accidentally end up defaulting to using the people on the dream team lol- im going to start working in later characters in the show into some stuff in upcoming works (I’m also rewatching the later seasons so that’ll help get me inspired) Im always looking for feedback on my fics or really to talk about anything with my followers so feel free to drop into my inbox- here!! Thanks for reading- y’all have been so sweet 🥰 and hope y’all enjoy!!

Warnings: Insecure Spencer, Getting stood up for on a date, Morgan and Garcia (just the team in general) not really understanding Spencer fully, one tiny sexual innuendo- I think that’s it nothing too bad this time around

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.4K

This was not what I wanted to be doing today. Garcia had once again inquired about my love life- along with Morgan of course, wanting to find out about all the juicy details. I didn’t know why they continued to ask when it was obvious that my love life was about as exciting as watching paint dry.

I gave my normal response to these types of inquiries, brushing them off without sounding too hurtful. Unfortunately Garcia would not be satiated by my response, apparently she was now fed up with my dull love life and felt like she needed to be personally involved. Garcia was very near and dear to me, just like Morgan, but I couldn’t deny that this grated my nerves.

“We’ll make you a dating profile too! Maybe you’ll find someone cute to date- or maybe get some?!” Garcia was chipper as usual, with her eyebrows wiggling at her suggestion that I should have a one night stand. All that I felt from her words was dread.

The dangers of online dating swirled in my mind and I tried to protest, it came out more like a stammer though. Morgan then patted me on the back and piped up, giving his own opinion, “Yeah- I think it’ll be good for you, pretty boy.”

Again I wanted to protest, beginning to stammer out another reason why I didn’t think it was a good idea. I sighed heavily when I was cut off again, by Morgan and Garcia already planning on what pictures they were going to upload of me. At least I knew that they had my best interests at heart, they wanted me to be happy with someone- or get some like Garcia had mentioned earlier. Still, it didn’t change the fact that there was no way I’d ever want to go willingly on a date with someone I had met on the internet.

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My thoughts had not changed since Morgan and Garcia had set up the dating profile for me. There hadn’t been any person I had been on a date with that had successfully been able to keep me interested beyond a few conversations.

“No luck with the online dating?” Morgan had teased when I had walked in with my head held low. This endeavor was just making me realize how picky and undesirable I was. Why couldn’t I just find someone pretty and be happy with it?

Morgan’s face twisted from a smile into a frown when I didn’t answer him, making my way silently to my desk.

For the rest of the day the team tiptoed around me, sensing my sadness. There was part of me that was angry at them for thinking that I couldn’t handle a few bad dates. But, they were right. I couldn’t handle the sting of rejection or the disappointment of a date that didn’t live up to my expectations.

Emily always seemed to know how to cheer me up, so I did attempt some small conversation in the break room while we were both getting our coffee. She never gave me any pity like the others who just flashed me sad looks, unwilling to make any effort to help- or like Garcia and Morgan, they helped in the wrong way even if their intentions were pure.

Her solution to my problem did make my ears perk up a bit, “Hey- I saw that you’ve been down and that it’s been about the online dating Morgan and Garcia made you get into.” I nodded my head in confirmation then gesturing for her to continue while I poured copious amounts of sugar into my drink. Emily opted for mostly cream instead of sugar, stirring her coffee a little, then continuing her thought,”I wondered how you would feel about being set up on a blind date. It’s someone I know so maybe that would make you feel better about going on it? Instead of having to deal with technology that I know you despise.”

Emily had a way of seeing exactly how I was feeling and not just spitting out facts without solutions like the others. Her solution made me nervous of course, there would probably never be a date that I wouldn’t be nervous for. However, this option made me feel a little bit more hopeful about my prospects in the dating pool. It was someone that she knew and trusted enough to suggest them as a potential match for a coworker. Emily didn’t trust easy, I could trust her judgment on this despite my nerves.

I gulped down a large sip of my overly sweetened coffee, collecting my thoughts before then answering, “Alright- I’ll go.”

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The date that I was supposed to go on was at a quaint cafe near work. Emily had even made the effort to make sure that I had been there before so I might be more comfortable.

At first I had been extremely excited for the date, even going so far as to pick out my outfit. I would have worn my purple button up, that was the one I got the most compliments in. Emily had told me some stuff that my date was interested in so I made sure to brush up on my knowledge by reading about the topics. I had even called back to the restaurant menu in my mind, preparing myself by picking out what I wanted beforehand. On one of my dates set up through the dating app I had stumbled on my choice for food, making the person unnecessarily snappy. I had to cover all my bases to minimize potential awkwardness on my part.

Self doubt began to creep in after I had gotten fully dressed. I had gotten ready way too early in anticipation for the date, now sitting on my couch tapping my foot impatiently. I looked at my watch that sat over my long sleeves watching the clock tick closer and closed to when I was supposed to leave.

Biting my lip in worry, my mind couldn’t help but wander over into my self doubts. I couldn’t help but ask myself why anyone would want to date someone as tall and lanky as me- or why would someone want to go on a date with someone that couldn’t keep their mouth shut about random topics that no one cared about.

My self doubt swallowed any confidence that I had begun to build up in preparation for the date. I knew Emily would be furious with me tomorrow when I went into work, I didn’t want her to find out through her friend though. Deciding to get it over with I pulled out the phone I never used and texted her, telling her that I wasn’t coming. I told her to give my regrets to my date, who at this point was probably waiting patiently for me at the cafe. Sighing in defeat I then retreated into my bedroom again, crawling under my covers.

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Emily hadn’t been furious with me- well that was a lie, at first she had stomped up to me the next morning to chew me out. She became more disappointed than anything when she found out my reasonings. She hadn’t mentioned anything about how the person I was supposed to be going on the blind date with felt. Not that I really wanted to hear about it, it would only make me feel worse. All I got from her was a small remark mumbled under her breath, “Idiots- the both of you…”

For the next few weeks I tried in vain to push thoughts of my failed blind date out of my head. I had avoided going in the general direction of the cafe. Luckily I took the metro everyday to work otherwise I’d have to drive by it every day, and I already hated driving.

I was at the bookstore for used booksjust around the corner from the cafe that was supposed to hold my date a few weeks ago. This was the closest I dared to go near it in a while. Since then I hadn’t been able to go there anymore, even though I loved the coffee there. Immense guilt had wormed its way into my brain when I had tried to order something there a week ago. All I had done was stammer at the cashier before bolting out of there, just another addition on the list of embarrassing things that I’ve done in my life.

I was flipping through an old edition of pride and prejudice out of boredom, there hadn’t been anything interesting stocked on the shelves since I had last been here. Then a voice piped up through the air that had a bit of dust flying through it,

“Excuse me, sir- if you’re still looking at that book would you mind if I looked at the ones on the shelf behind you?”

It took me a second before I realized the person was talking to me. I then removed my eyes from the book to blink up at them a few times, then registering what they had said to me and moved out of the way.

Their eyes were still glued to mine, the bookshelf behind me that they had wanted to look at forgotten. An awkward chuckle was all we both could seem to manage as we looked each other up and down. Emily had shown me a picture on her phone of my date so I would have been able to spot them at the restaurant. My cheeks flushed hard once I realized who was standing before me. There was no doubt who this was, the date I had stood up the night before.

Silence then fell between us and not the pleasant kind, it was most definitely awkward. I couldn’t imagine how they must have been feeling after I hadn’t shown up last night. They probably had sat

“Um- hi…” They spoke hesitantly, wringing their fingers in trepidation. My jaw opened and closed a few times, trying to come up with anything to say.

“Hi!” Was all I could manage to squeak out, plus a small wave in their direction.

They wrung their fingers a few more times, seemingly trying to come up with a response. I was surprised they hadn’t hit me with one of the books near them out of anger. It would be a normal response to being stood up for a date, the trepidation and silence just served to unnerve me further. Eventually they spoke again, saving me from anymore awkward silence which in my opinion was worse than awkward conversation, “Um- sorry for um, standing you up uh- a few weeks ago.”

That made my eyes bug out of my head- they had done the exact same thing as I had? Insecurity soon swept in, trying to tell me exactly why they had not shown up without hearing their side of the story. I looked down at the book I was holding, reading a few words for a moment of reprieve. Taking a deep breath I asked quietly, not admitting to my own faults yet, “W-why did you um- not go? If you don’t mind me asking…”

A deep sigh was what I got at first, one that obviously had a lot of stress in it. They then did provide me with an explanation, despite their obvious embarrassment, Well- It had nothing to do with you- a simple explanation would be saying it was my insecurity’s fault.”

Not that I would ever want anyone to feel insecure, but I would admit that them saying that did make my own stress melt away. They had not gone for almost the exact same reasons that me. I decided to be upfront, giving them my own reasoning- though I wasn’t even sure they realized that I hadn’t gone as well. “I don’t know if Emily told you, but I um- stood you up as well. It wasn’t because of anything bad! It was really for the same reason as you.”

They then broke out into giggles after they had processed my words for a second, which were much more relaxed than the awkward ones from before. I didn’t blame them, it was a pretty funny coincidence that we’d both stand each other up only to run into each other not knowing what we had done.

“I feel like we’re in one of those cheesy Hallmark movies right now…” Their comparison only confused me, I had no clue what they were talking about.

“What’s a Hallmark movie?” More giggles came from them at my questioning, though for once I didn’t feel like I was being laughed at. I felt like they were laughing at the whole situation, not at me specifically like so many people had often done. Also, I couldn’t help but admit to myself that their giggle was very cute.

Once their giggles had subsided a little they asked me something that almost no one would ask the person that had stood them up, “Maybe I could tell you over a coffee? If you want to of course- Emily told me about how much sugar you like in it.”

My interest was peaked, making me further regret having stood them up in the first place. Though I tried to push that thought out of the way considering we had both done the same thing. It was time to let that go so I could go on a date with them finally. Seeing them in person and being able to glimpse part of their personality made me want to know more.

“Alright- sure.” I set down the book I had been passively reading, now completely disinterested in it. There was something far more interesting in front of me now compared to a classic book I had read over ten times.

We both walked around the corner, to the cafe that we had originally had our date scheduled at. Conversation flowed easily between us, showing me that Emily had been totally right to set us up initially. Her words now made sense to me, we were both a couple of idiots.

We then got our coffee, which had been much smoother of a transaction compared to the last time I had been here. I took note of how much sugar and cream they liked, just in case we were going to do this again. Sitting down at the closest booth I then asked, “So tell me about Hallmark movies?”

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Purple Patches

Benedict Cumberbatch x Teen!Co-Star!Reader, Tom Holland x Teen!Co-star!Reader

Genre: Angst, fluffy ending

Description: Filming the newest Dr. Strange movie (in which Tom would also appear), you grow quite close with the two leads, Tom and Benedict. But you’re hiding something alarming from them. Four months in the entire crew get a week off to see their families for Christmas, and when you return Tom and Benedict can’t help but feel troubled, as your body is rippled with purple patches.

Warnings: CHILD ABUSE, physical abuse, broken family, alcoholism, depression, anxiety??

A/N: I had another imagine written but im ngl its kind of.. weird? its unconventional for sure. and its definitely bad. so, maybe ill rewrite someday or something? ALSO SORRY IF YOU DONT CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS, JUST IMAGINE YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF EVIL CHRISTIAN STEP DAD WHO FORCES IT INTO YOUR FAMILY

The taxi you sat in drove slowly in the New York traffic, as snow fell outside, coating the entire city in blinding white. You couldn’t enjoy it however. Your entire body hurt, and yet you still couldn’t find even a moment to worry about your health. All you could think about was them.

Tom and Benedict. Your sweetest coworkers, and at this point your closest.. anything. Family, friends? Who cares, you had no one else. You’d gone back for the holidays like everyone else, even though you wished you could have just stayed at in your trailer. Your dad, like any other time you saw him, had used this time to pour his anger and alcoholism out on you. Your body which had finally begun to heal, was now back to square one, covered in cuts and bruises.

You knew what would happen if anyone found out. You’d be taken from your family. But in truth, although you hated being around him, you wanted to wait for your dad. You wanted to wait for him to get over his alcoholism, you wanted him to get better, and then he’d treat you better.

But they would find out. You were covered in bruises and purple patches. Your face was fine, except for your neck, but the rest of your body was ruined. Ugly. You could hide most of it, but it hurt. Even just sitting there, in the soft and plush taxi seat, you body was aching and wailing like a police siren.

And what if they noticed you foundation-covered hands? Or the movie required you to wear something more revealing?

“You okay?” the deep voice of your taxi driver ripped you from your thoughts. A single tear had slid down your face. You cleared your throat and nodded, wiping the tear from your cheek.

You arrived at the set, and an impossible knot had been tied in your stomach. Nervousness tingled in your heart and your legs, but you got up anyway, trying to calm your breath. The moment you stood up, you winced and stopped.

You managed to roll your luggage to your trailer, biting your lip continuously in order to keep yourself from screaming. You threw it on the floor of your trailer, whimpering and doubling over in pain.

“Y/n!” a rapid knock on your door, interrupted you. It was Tom’s voice. You took a shaky breath, closing your eyes, and then opening the door. Tom stood there in your doorway like a smiling idiot. Your lips widened into a smile just from seeing him.

“Y/n!” he repeated stepping inside and wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You bit your lip again, hiding your pain-wrenched face in his chest, before hugging him back. He placed his head on yours sweetly. “I missed you!” he gushed.

You hit his chest playfully, “I missed you too,” you frowned for a moment and looked away. Tom’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you okay?” You simply nodded. Tom stared at you for a moment and then shook his head. “Anyway, um, Benedict asked me to tell you that he’s invited both of us youngsters out for dinner tonight. Just as one last ‘fuck you!’ to work, before officially start back up tomorrow.”

“That does sound like something he would do,” you agreed and Tom laughed, punching your shoulder playfully. You yelped loudly, retreating quickly from him.

“Woah,” he exclaimed, holding his hands up, “Are you okay? What happened to your shoulder?”

“I fell,” you said. Nervousness jabbed at your ribs. You’d barely talked to Tom for a minute and he’d already asked if you were okay twice. He seemed to buy your explanation, and apologized for accidentally hitting your sore shoulder, to which you nodded absently.

Tom was silent for a couple of heartbeats. He studied you. You were not usually like this. Or maybe you had been a little like this those four months ago, when you first started filming. He didn’t understand what caused you to be that way, so distant and unhappy.

“Hey, anyway, I’m gonna go, I’m trying to actually read the script this time,” he joked, and you laughed because you knew it was a hopeless task.

“Have fun,” you mumbled, and as soon he left, you body slid down against the wall, and your facade crumbled, tears leaving your eyes.

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Before the dinner, you took three pain killers. Then, you waited restlessly, hoping that the pills might kick in. They did but your body felt strange and buzzy. You ignored it, a blossoming hope forming in your chest that you might be able to conceal your pain in the pills and the clothing.

Benedict came knocking on your door around 7, a smile on his face. “Y/n!” he said, and you both hugged. A small smile had formed on your lips, when you actually managed to deal with the ache, now much weaker than previously.

You both then walked to Tom’s trailer, and then the three of you walked to a restaurant, not too far from your filming location.

“So, what have you two been up to in our little break?” Benedict asked once you all sat down, having ordered already. You glanced at Tom, hoping that he’d start.

“Me and my brothers went back home to our mum and dad. Had a pretty regular Christmas. I gave the best gifts. I got some pretty cool socks,” Tom joked around. You and Benedict stifled a laugh. Then both Ben and Tom looked at you, and you realized it was your turn to tell them about what you’d been up to.

“Oh, well, I.. I spent Christmas with my parents. My grandparents and cousins also came,” you were lying through your teeth. You avoided their eyes, sipping your soda.

“Got any presents?” Benedict asked and you cursed at yourself internally for forgetting such a simple part of Christmas. And for making things awkward.

“I got some clothes, some books. Pretty standard stuff,” you forced a smile, “What about you, Benadryl?”

Benedict rolled his eyes at your comment, making you and Tom fist-bump one another, giggling quietly as he told you about his own Christmas. The night was going alright, except for that rough start. Mostly you avoided any talk of your family, and you could feel yourself getting better, the further the conversation got from your family. Until-

“Y/n, what’s that on your hand?”

Instinctively, you pulled your hand to your lap, straightening yourself up and gulping. You looked down, pretending to inspect it and then looked up.

“It’s, uh, it’s dirt. Wow, I should really go wash my hands, haha-” Tom grabbed your hand from under the table, pulling it towards him. Your foundation was wearing off, a large purple patch stemming from your wrist and snaking up your hand revealing itself.

You couldn’t breathe. Both Tom and Ben just stared at it. You tried to pull back but Tom was much stronger than you. Tears blurred your vision.

“Y/n, what is this?” Tom whispered, and you felt his fingers rubbing the bruise gently. The tears finally fell, and now both men were looking at you. Benedict looked serious. It was an expression you’d never really seen on his features before, at least not outside of your acting.

“I-I fell..” you mumbled, but you knew it was useless.

“Y/n.. Who did this?” Benedict’s voice was low, gently setting a hand on your shoulder. You flinched.

“I don’t know.. I don’t..”

“Y/n!” Tom’s voice was raised. You immediately jumped away from them both, putting your arms in front of you in fear. Several people turned to look at you three. Shaking, you lowered your hands, and saw Tom and Ben staring at you worriedly. Tom had tears in his eyes.

“Let’s talk about this back at the studio, okay?” Benedict, now afraid to touch you, spoke slowly and comfortingly. You nodded and then two men got up, standing on either side of you, grabbing one of your hands each.

“Was it your dad?” Tom growled as you walked in the night, moon rising in the sky.

“Yes..” you whispered, so low you wondered if they heard it, but they did. They both exchanged glances. Tom was furious. Benedict was too, but he was collected. Tom itched to ask you more and help you, console you right there on the street, but Benedict sent him a warning look not to.

You walked back to the studio in silence. The three of you entered your trailer and you quietly wished you had predicted something like this would happen, because the bottle of strong pain killers was still out and open on your kitchen table.

Benedict spotted them immediately and grabbed them. His eyes narrowed as he read the bottle description. Then he looked at you and then it again. Tom watched helplessly, holding your shoulders gently.

“How many more are there? Bruises.” Ben was clearly angry. He was losing his cool, hands shaking as he grabbed your hand to pull up your sleeve. You tried to move his hand away, but he slid the sleeve up to your elbow and just stared at the blue, yellow and purple that littered your arm. Tom was frozen beside you.

Ben slid up your other sleeve, breathing speeding up as he saw more, and then he tugged at the collar of your turtleneck, exposing the jarring and ugly sight of a red handprint. He pulled away suddenly, walking away from you.

“Fuck!” he yelled, hitting the wall of the trailer. He hung his head low. You jumped and turned around, but Tom simply embraced you, and then sat you both down on the floor. You hid your face in his neck, sobbing again. Tom’s hands slowly rubbed your back.

“Okay..” said Benedict after a while. You could hear that he’d calmed down. Ben angrily wiped a few tears from his face, turning to you and Tom on the floor. Tom was simply frowning now. He never wanted to let you go. He never wanted any harm to come to you.

“I’m gonna call the police and get your dad arrested,” he said, and you heard his footsteps, as he wondered what to do next.

“No!” you exclaimed, scrambling to your feet away from Tom. Both men looked at you in confusion. “No! You can’t do that, he’s- he’s just trying to get better. If I wait a little longer, he’s going to get better.”

“Y/n..” Benedict whispered sadly and you ran to him hoping to stop him. “You can’t wait for him. You’re putting yourself in danger..” you shook your head, but Ben grabbed your shoulders and looked into your eyes, “he’s a grown man, Y/n. He doesn’t deserve pity or patience. Not after doing this. Nothing excuses this. Nothing.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, lip quivering, but still you nodded.

“Can your mother take care of you?” Ben asked, piercing blue eyes still staring into your soul. There was no point in lying anymore, you knew.

“No.”

“Alright, then you’ll stay with me.” Ben declared, “You’ll stay with me until we can find someone from your family who can take care of you.” You looked up at him with shining eyes. Despite the uncomfortable situation you found yourself in, a genuine smile broke out on your face.

You hugged him, thanking him breathlessly. Ben and Tom made eye contact, and smiled gently at each other. Tom had cried silently at your interaction. The thought that someone would hurt someone he loved so dearly shattered his heart completely.

“Now,” Benedict said finally, “we need to drive you to the hospital.”

You agreed and while Tom drove, Ben was in the backseat on the phone with the police department. You just watched the beautiful neon lights shining in the pitch black night, snow illuminating the ground. People still littered the streets.

You knew it now. Your father didn’t deserve your waiting, and though it would take very long to finally live with and truly understand, it was worth it to start the fight. You truly owed it to the two jerks you worked with. What would you even do with out them?

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cerise-angel · 3 years

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Rumor - Na Jaemin

College!Jaemin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, a little smutty, Coffee, Shower stuff, Bad roommates, cliché as hell.

Word count: 2060

Hi everyone!! Believe it or not I've been wanting to post this ever since Hot Souce, and finally I'm doing it! Let me know what you guys think, and yes I'm currently in NCT Dream hell.

Anyways, hope you enjoy it!

Constructive criticism is always apprecciated!

Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors, english is not my first language.

Thanks for reading!

The photo is from his IG, the editing is mine.

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Working on Saturday mornings really did piss you off. First you had to wake up at 7am, walk for about 10 quarters, change into that stupid skirt and apron and deal with your not so happy boss. You held back the urge of rolling your eyes when said boss came to talk to you.

“Table 04 is full. Is the kids from your college I guess?”

You looked into Table 04 direction. Oh God.

“Can’t someone else go? I’m kind of busy with the dishes.”

It wasn’t a lie. You really were cleaning the dishes. Ok you were almost finishing but there were other employees who were free and could have already went to Table 04. Your boss gave you a bored look.

“They asked for you.”

Shit. Feeling anxious you finished the dishes, trying to take the longest time. It took quite probably only 03 minutes though. You dried your hands on a cloth and tried to control your nerves before leaving the kitchen and heading for Table 04.

“Welcome to Cactus Coffee. How can I help you today?”

You voice sounded anxious and meek, and you hated yourself for that. You looked to the floor not being able to look at him in the yes.

“Good morning, Y/N. You should really wear skirts more often.”

You looked at Donghyuck and gave him a sarcastic smile. You really hated these uniforms, and you had asked multiple times to wear pants instead of the skirt, but your boss wouldn’t let you, because “it was against the franchise rules”.

“Yeah, you should too Donghyuck. Ready to order?”

He laughed at you, clearly enjoying.

“I want a medium latte.”

“Cool. You guys?”

Slowly all the boys ordered. A milky green tea for Mark, a cinnamon cappuccino for Jisung, a vanilla cold brew for Renjun, a strawberry Frappuccino for Jeno and a flat white for Chenle. You were almost leaving, relieved that he hadn’t talk to you, when Na Jaemin, oh so softly, tugged at your skirt.

“I want a white mocha please.”

You felt all the boys’ eyes glue to your face, waiting for your reaction. Your cheeks started to warm up and your palms and armpits to get sweaty. Jesus Christ. You answered back.

“Cool. Please don’t touch the skirt.”

You left as fast as you could, hearing Chenle’s and Donghyuck’s laugh at your antics.

Is not like you had a major crush on Jaemin. Is not that you hated him, or that you two had an unresolved romance. It would be a lot easier if you two already had a romance to start with. The thing is, you two had someone in common. Your roommate who was hooking up with Jaemin.

She never really tried to have a friendship or just a nice convivence with you. Since you moved to her apartment, she basically only talks to you to ask about the bills, or to ask you for help in Math. You cared a lot about it in the beginning, having tried multiple times to show her that you were open to her, initiating talks, baking cakes and all. She never really seemed to give a shit, so you stopped trying.

Things got even weirder between you two, on Thursday, while you were having a shower, Jaemin, thinking you were your roommate walked in. And you two had a shower together. And your roommate arrived and basically saw Jaemin drying your hair in the living room. And then she accused you of being a whore and three minutes later the whole campus thought that you had fucked Na Jaemin on the shower.

“Shit.” You muttered when you realized that you had done Jisung’s order wrong, for the third time. Thinking about what happened and trying to make a coffee clearly didn’t match. One of your coworkers, Ami, who knew about the whole story, came, like an angel, to help you.

“Y/n, I got this. You can stay at the dishes today if you want?”

You nodded smiling. Ami was really great at reading people, and since the whole bath situation she was helping you every time Jaemin, or one of his friends, or even your roommate came to the coffee. You stared at the clock in the wall, there were only more 2 hours to go. You could handle that.

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When the clock hit 1 pm you were free. Staying at the dishes meant closing the coffee, so you took your time while checking the cashier, taking the trash, turning the lights off and making sure no one had puked in the bathroom. Slowly you took off your skirt, putting on some jeans and a sweatshirt. You sighed.

You didn’t want to go back to your dorm, to see your roommate who would so nicely, call you a bitch and leave. You two weren’t close before that, but this was even worse. You also didn’t want to stay at the park, since the last time it happened Jaemin appeared out of nowhere and you had to leave, simply because you didn’t know what to do.

Finally closing the door of the coffee you cursed at him.

“Fuck you Na Jaemin.”

Different of what your roommate thought, and what the whole campus thought, you and Jaemin did nothing but to actually share a shower. You kept thinking why in the world you didn’t kick him out when he got in. But he looked so soft and nice and he said you smelled like strawberries and washed your hair and you really couldn’t argue. It was a very nice shower.

“I’m sorry.”

You let out a small shriek when you heard his voice. Your brain was screaming “GO HOME” and that’s what you planned on doing. Except he tugged at your blouse, and you froze on place.

“I really should not have invaded your shower that day. And I should also have told your roommate that we didn’t do it, and the whole campus.”

It was true. The minute your roommate called you a whore, Jaemin stood up and left, leaving you alone with her screaming at you. You felt angry and ashamed.

“Yeah, you should have.”

Jaemin sighed.

“Can you please look at me? I’ve seen you naked already there nothing to be embarrassed of.”

That’s when you snap. You turn to him, anger filling your lungs and veins before you speak.

“I can’t look at you and there’s nothing to do with me being embarrassed or whatever. You literally went to my apartment every week to hookup with her, and then out of nowhere, for your fucking mistake of not asking who was in the shower, she hates me, to the point she told to fucking move out! Plus, the whole fucking college thinks I’ve slept with you and did that like a bad person, since you were sleeping with my roommate. I’m not embarrassed I’m fucking mad.”

Jaemin’s eyes widened after your sudden rant. The moment his mouth opened the talk back, started to rain. You didn’t move tho. He was complaining you didn’t look at him, well now you were. And now he was the one looking at his feet, embarrassed.

“I didn’t hook up with her every week. It was one time, and then in the morning you helped me to use the airfryer and, God, that’s literally the only reason I kept going back. I wanted to see you. I wanted to touch you. It was heaven to me every time you were around, and she wasn’t there to try to kiss me. I gave you all the possible hints, how the fuck can you be so oblivious?”

Now your eyes widened. You had notice that lots of times Jaemin would come before her. You two would watch some TV and eat nuggets. Sometimes he would flirt with you, or softly touch your knee, or play with your hair. But that was just the way he was to everyone, wasn’t? You looked at him, and now he was pissed. You looked at your shoes, rain starting to pour heavily now.

“Fuck, lets go to my place.”

“What? No. You go to your place, and I go to mine, goodbye.”

Jaemin grunted, pulling you closer to him.

“Your place is 10 blocks away, mine is 2. Stop being so fucking stubborn before you get hypothermia.”

You held back your words. He had a point.

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His place was quite neat. You took your soaked shoes and he gave you a pair of slippers to walk around. Jeno was in the living room. You blushed.

“Jeno, I’m going to shower. Y/N too.”

Jeno only nodded, too fixated on the videogame to even listen properly.

You followed Jemin into his room, and after you close the door you spat.

“Im not going to shower with you again Na Jaemin. Don’t even think…”

He kissed you. His warm, soft lips were begging for your response, and after some moments you gave in. He sighed relieved while his hands descended to your waist pulling you closer against him. God if he could merge your body with his he would.

You put your hands on his chest, trying to get some distance so you could think, process and perhaps talk, but Jaemin wasn’t interested in that, pushing you against the door, pressing his warm body against yours.

You couldn’t resist anymore, so you finally put your hands on his shoulders, softly bringing them to his neck, then tugging at his hair. Jaemin moaned, pleased.

“Shower.”

You said softly, when his lips left yours. He nodded, hugging you and walking sloppily to the bathroom. His bathroom smelled like fennel soap, which you weren’t expecting. Jaemin slowed down, turning the shower on, and helping you get undressed. You felt your whole body getting hotter when his hands traced your spine.

“I’ve seen you like this before but is such a blessing that I can see it again.”

You had sure your legs had turned into slime at the very moment, but somehow you managed to keep yourself straight. Jaemin smiled at your flushed face and gestured towards the shower.

“Let me turn it on, it has a little secret to get warm water.”

You giggled. Jaemin turned on the shower and pulled you closer to him, below the hot water. His skin was a little cold, and in a bold moment, you decided to hug his back. You pressed yourself against his skin, feeling a little feverish. Jaemin felt goosebumps run through his body, and turned in your embrace, facing your glossy and now wet face.

Jaemin kissed you, softly and slowly, as if he were testing the waters. You put your hands on his neck, pulling him even closer, and he did the same, wrapping his arms on your waist. You started to feel dazed, the heat of the water and Jaemin working on you. His hands were everywhere, on your breasts, your waist, your back, your ass. Slowly, you started to do the same, touching him, gluing your lips to his neck, moaning his name.

You touched his member earning a low grunt in response. His hands went back to your ass, rubbing and squeezing it.

“Do you want to fuck me in the shower?”

Jaemin smiled, nodding eagerly. His hands, oh so slowly, made their way to your thighs, picking you up. You two were so close to actually doing it, then he slipped.

“Oh shit, shit.”

Jaemin dropped you, in a desperate attempt to not fall on his ass. You started laughing, and helped him to steady in place, admiring how adorable he looked frustrated, with his ears becoming hot red, and his face in a shy smile. He hugged you close, laughing with you.

“I think, we could just have a shower first.”

You agreed still smiling.

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“GODDAMN IT JAEMIN!!”

You felt Jaemin smiling before even looking at him. So, after you failed attempt of shower sex, you both had a slow hot shower. And the hot water kinda ran out. Jeno had finally discovered, which made him curse Jaemin.

“Should we do something about it?”

You asked turning on the bed to face him.

“Not really on my plans.”

“What is on your plans?”

Jaemin gave you the most satisfied look, his hands finding the way to the hem of your newly put on shirt.

“You.”

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Thanks for reading!!

#nct #nct dream #nct jaemin #na jaemin #jaemin x reader #jaemin x y/n #jaemin x you #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct dream college au #nct dream fluff #jaemin fluff #jaemin boyfriend #nct fanfic

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outro-tearist · 3 years

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paws of paradise - chapter 2 {bangtan ot7 x reader}

hi everybody! sorry for the inactivity but idek how to do a schedule ever. i think that maybe once a week is what i'm shooting for, but i honestly have no plot and im making it up as i go!

as per usual, i'd appreciate comments, thoughts, suggests, anons, anything! have a great day!

~silver~

chap 1 chap 2 chap 3

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“Shit.” (Y/N) whispered. Not only were there two new dogs today, but Jimin also couldn’t make it to help with walking today.

Kim Yeontan and Jeon Gureum had joined the roster of new regulars, and while she appreciated the support of her business in the bustling city, she couldn’t help but stress over the fact that so many people were becoming dependent on her.

This was the busiest day she had seen ever since she had packed from her old home in a small countryside town. As the small town stereotype goes, everybody knew everybody in her hometown. She was mostly known for being a farmer’s daughter and having a preference for animals over humans.

After spending most of her teenage years hanging out in barns of cows, horses, goats, and other farm animals, she had realized her passion was helping and caring for them.

At the same time, (Y/N) was bored of her small-town life and wanted to experience the hustle that city life promised. She could have easily gotten a grooming job somewhere in the country but decided that it would be best for her to move to Seoul.

She had never once regretted her decision, but that does not mean it was easy for (Y/N) in any way. Buying a shop, getting certified to groom, remodeling her shop, finding an affordable apartment, and getting a small job before her shop opened were just a few struggles she had fought through.

“You little- c’mon Gureum! I have yummy treats!! Mmmmmmm come get some.” (Y/N) baby talked to the small white dog. He seemed to laugh in her face as it turned around and continued to jump around Yeontan and another larger dog that she forgot the name of.

Gureum seemed to instigate the most trouble out of all the dogs she had met. She would always find the “dynamic duo” (Jimin’s nickname for Gureum and Yeontan) prancing around the other dogs and creating chaos. Yeontan would usually stop when told but would be roped back in by Gureum to run around and bark wildly.

“Gureum! C’mere boy,” a new voice called from behind (Y/N). Apparently, somebody had come into the back of the shop and she didn’t even hear the bell.

She let out a small shriek as he rushed past her legs and made her lose her balance. She desperately tried to regain her balance but unfortunately fell backward. She closed her eyes to brace for the ass flattening she would receive but was only met with a firm chest and bulging arms wrapping around her quickly.

“Oh my gosh! Are you okay Noona?!” the young boyish-faced with the largest build she had seen called out to her.

(Y/N) looked up at the boy with bunny teeth and quickly pushed herself up and off his chest. “AH! Yes! I am all good now,” she chuckled awkwardly. “Um, how did you get back here?”

“I didn’t mean to scare you! I thought you’d heard the bell in the front but then I saw you struggling with him so I thought I would help a little.”

“Is Gureumie yours?”

The boy bashfully ducked his head as he leaned down to pet the calmest version of the white dog the girl had ever seen. “Ah, yeah. My hyungs say that he and I are kinda similar but I don't see it… Anyways, they also told me that you are the best groomer around, and from how he looks now, I think I’ll be here more often.”

“Wow… Thank you, and tell your hyungs thanks too! What’s your name so I can log him out?” (Y/N) was so excited to hear people giving her small shop good reviews. It meant that all her hard work actually meant something.

“I’m Jeon Jeongguk, and I’ll let Namjoon hyung and Seokjin hyung know. They’ll be happy you thought of them too.” he smiled brightly and picked his still wiggly dog up.

“Have a great day! Hope to see you soon.” (Y/N) smiled at Jeongguk as he walked out of the shop. She walked into the back only to see Yeontan jumping up on Jimin.

“Jimin! I thought you were busy today- and how’d you get in?” (Y/N) grinned at her coworker. She felt her cheeks warm and her heart beat a little faster now that he was here, but she brushed it off as soon as Jimin responded.

“The back door is always opened, like usual. And I still am but I just wanted to stop by… check-in and make sure you’re doing alright?” Jimin started somewhat nervously. (Y/N) giggled a little bit as she stood a little closer in order to pet the dog in Jimin’s arms.

“Well, Jimin, I am doing very well right now. In fact, I walked all the dogs AND finished the appointments scheduled so far. Maybe you need to step up your game on dog walking.” (Y/N) teased lightly.

Jimin scoffed, “Oh please, you wouldn’t have hired me if you didn’t need to. Admit it, you need me to be here.”

This statement made (Y/N) freeze up a little. He was her first friend that she had met in Seoul, and thanks to him, she was able to achieve everything she had wanted and more. The girl softened a little bit and looked up into Jimin’s eyes.

“You’re right. I really appreciate all that you’ve done for me. Thank you so, so much.” she expressed her gratitude gently.

Jimin seemed to fluster at this, not expecting a genuine response from his coworker as he stuttered and stumbled to find new words. Luckily for the blushing man, the tinkling bell sounded from the front of the store.

“Hello, welcome to Paradise Pet Groomers, what can I do for you two?” (Y/N) politely asked the men as she walked out of the backroom. “Ah, Yoongi-ssi, good to see you!”

“Likewise.” the stoic man responded. He had Holly on a leash as his dog smelled the second man who walked in with another incredibly handsome man. His face seemed to be perfectly chiseled and he seemed to be a few inches taller than Yoongi standing next to him.

“Hi, Taehyung-ssi. Jimin will be right out with Yeontannie. And Yoongi-ssi, I’ll grab Holly now if you’d tell me what sort of cut you’d like for him.” (Y/N) smoothly managed the two customers.

“Taehyungie!” Jimin shouted as he ran out from the back with Yeontan. Taehyung greeted him back just as excited, and (Y/N) couldn’t help the twists of jealousy that ran through her veins as they seemed so happy to see each other. Despite that, she forced a grin on her face to turn back to Yoongi, who had brought him back into the grooming area.

“Just do the same cut as last time, please. Holly looked good like that.” Yoongi’s deep voice grumbled as he bent down to say goodbye. He let out a few small high-pitched squeals as (Y/N) watched through the window as Jimin and Taehyung were hugging.

Fuck. That should not have made her feel as angry as it did. Yoongi seemed to notice the tension that entered the air as he cleared his throat.

“Oh- sorry. Holly’s cut should only take about an hour and a half, so we’ll see you soon!” (Y/N) tried to crush the bitterness in her voice, but it was useless. Yoongi had to have noticed it, but he didn’t say anything. All he said was, “See you soon, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) took in a strained deep breath, and picked up Holly just as Jimin’s blushing face entered through the back again.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stay longer, but-”

“It’s fine. See you later Jimin.” (Y/N) cut him off shortly. Jimin’s eyebrows raised as he began to wonder what had happened when he was talking to- he blushed a little bit more thinking of Taehyung.

“Did Yoongi say anything? Are you alright…?” Jimin asked tentatively.

“No! I-I’m fine. Sorry to worry you, but you should get going. Don’t wanna be late to wherever you’re going.” Jimin’s shocked face hurt (Y/N) to look at, so she looked down at Holly and brought him to the baths.

“Oh. Right. I guess I’ll get going then.” Jimin stared at her a bit sadly before he awkwardly walked out the backdoor. “Oh my god Holly what is wrong with me.” (Y/N) said to the small brown poodle. He simply panted happily as she scratched behind his ears as the warm water flowed down his back.

#bts #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #bangtan x reader #bangtan #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts yoongi #bts hoseok #bts rm #bts jhope #bts suga #bts jin #bts v #bangtan boys

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carllisle · 3 years

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imagine carlisle c.1920s (post-changing esme but neither of them are admitting their ✨feelings✨) overhearing his coworkers talking about how its weird he doesn't have a wife bc what is WITH that youngish handsome successful man being an eternal bachelor so then he panics and overcompensates like 'hello gentlemen lovely day isn't it you know who else likes lovely days? my WIFE that i definitely have at home who im married to' and then has to go home mortified and be like 'esme? can u do me a favour' and then BAM let the fake dating AU commence

this has been in my inbox for like. 2 weeks. and it lives in my mind rent-free. and i wanted to write a mini fic of this but make it ✨ angsty ✨ . thank U anon for my life!!!

Esme looked up from the camera she had disassembled on the dining room table as she heard Carlisle’s car turn onto their mile-long drive. It was a complicated machine, the camera, and she was in the process of teaching herself how to take it apart and clean, and put it back together. Carlisle had bought it for her for no reason in particular and initially she had felt very guilty about the gift, but he had insisted that it brought him joy to be able to spend his money on her. He had too much of it, he said, to not spend it on something that made her happy. Shyly, she had accepted the gift.

He was driving more quickly than usual. “Is he alright?” Esme asked aloud. Edward was practicing a complicated piece ni the next room and he would have heard her.

“I’m not sure,” he answered quietly. “I think... something might be wrong.” But then he stopped playing and he laughed.

“What is it?” she asked in surprise.

“Oh, he'll tell you himself as soon as he gets in,” Edward chuckled, and he began playing again.

Esme’s frowned and she stood up to greet Carlisle at the door. When he parked and came through the front door, she took his coat and hat from him as she always did. “Welcome home,” she said as she did every day, smiling warmly at him.

“Hello Esme,” he replied, glancing at her and then looking away. He looked very nervous. “How was your day?”

“Very nice, thank you. I’m cleaning the camera and it’s taking quite a long time. I’m enjoying myself, though!”

“Good. That’s good.” He looked around as if searching for something, and then he stuck his head into the room where Edward was. “Hello. How was your day?”

“Better than yours,” Edward answered, and Esme could hear the grin in his voice. “Why did you say that? Why on Earth did you say that?”

“It just happened!”

“What happened?” Esme asked. She was surprised at the indignant tone Carlisle took with Edward. Carlisle glanced back at her and sighed.

“Esme, I’m deeply sorry. I must ask a great favour of you.”

“Anything,” she replied automatically.

Edward appeared in the doorway, grinning. “I’ll leave you two to it.”

“You don’t have to leave, surely!” Esme said in surprise. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry,” he assured her.

“Stay, please,” Carlisle said.

Edward laughed again. “Oh, no, I’m headed out. You don’t need an audience for this.”

Carlisle pursed his lips in disapproval but Edward’s mind was made up. He kissed Esme’s forehead before leaving. She watched him go in bewilderment. “Carlisle, what-?”

“I-” He looked down at his feet. “I truly apologise for what I am about to ask of you. I spoke without thinking and have put us both in a difficult position.”

There was a long pause before she spoke again. “Let’s... let’s go sit down, perhaps?”

He nodded and she led the way into the lounge where Edward had been playing his piano. She took her place in the window seat as usual, and Carlisle sat in the leather chair closeby. He crossed his legs and sat unusually still. Out of the three of them, he was best at playing human, and so it unnerved Esme now that the mask had slipped ever so slightly. She clasped her hands together tightly in her lap. “Please,” she said quietly. “Tell me.”

“I... I don’t know where to begin.”

“Anywhere. The middle. The end. I don’t mind.”

Carlisle took in a deep breath. “I have been invited to dinner by the chief of staff next week. It’s expected that I go.”

Esme was confused. “That... sounds promising.”

He couldn’t hold her gaze. “And it is expected that I will be accompanied by you.”

“By me?” As far as she was aware, no one knew she existed. Although they were relatively new to the city, she was still young and not ready to join human society again, and they had decided that Edward and Carlisle would present themselves as brothers, and Esme simply would not exist. No humans would need to come to the house, and she would not appear in public. It was perfect, for now. “Why?”

“I... my colleagues are under the impression that I have a wife.”

Her eyes went wide. “Why?”

“Because I told them that I was married.”

Esme felt herself turn to stone. She did not know if she was angry or upset or both, but whatever it was, was overwhelming. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened. I overheard two colleagues talking about how strange it was that I was unmarried, and then they made some ghastly comment about myself and one of the nurses and I couldn’t bear for them to talk like that and so when I spoke with them I- I said I was ready for the day because... because my wonderful wife had made the best pancakes I had ever had for breakfast and- and-! I don’t know what came over me. By lunchtime word had got around and the chief of staff invited me and my wife for dinner and I had to say yes because, well, he's the chief of staff! And I couldn’t say no!”

Esme missed weeping. Every word hurt more than the last. She loved him with all of her heart and she wanted more than anything to be his wife. But not like this. Not as a charade. To pose as Edward’s wife would make her laugh, it would be like playing dress-up as a child, entertaining and funny, but Carlisle’s? To act out a fantasy that she would never truly live? That was cruel.

“-and I know that you do not have much experience around humans but I thought that perhaps we could go into the city for a walk around one of the parks and you could see how you feel, and we could go for drives in residential areas so you can grow accustomed to the sound and-! Esme?”

She looked up at him, stricken. “Yes?”

“Can you forgive me?”

It felt far too soon for that when his words had not even begun to sink in yet, but she could not deny him anything. “There is nothing to forgive,” she lied. It didn’t feel like a lie, though. “You were preserving the dignity of a woman you work with. That’s admirable.”

“I have wronged you. I have trapped you.”

“Not at all. But I fear I will not be ready to face a room full of humans by next week. I’m sorry.”

He watched her, troubled by her expression. “I... of course.”

“But,” she added, not meeting his gaze, “perhaps in the not so distant future I will be. Perhaps, in time, I can pretend to be your wife.” She didn’t know why she said it. Maybe it was that a fantasy was better than the reality of her never holding him as her husband. Maybe it was that she couldn’t bear to let him down. Whatever it was, it hurt. But she quickly realised, as she saw his frozen expression melt into a smile, that to please him felt better than anything else in the world.

#carlesme #anon #ask #ANON UR MIND #IS SO BEAUTIFUL #i hope u dont mind i used ur idea for a touch of angst #teehee #ellie writes

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osita-iza · 4 years

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Helloo! I like your writing a lot!! If you don’t mind can i request the rva + v, and saeran with mc who’s really sensitive? Like she cry when someone raise their voice, or when she feel someone becoming distant to them? Im sorry if my english is bad 😅 thank you!! I hope it’s not burdening you

Thank you so much anonie! Don’t worry, It wasn’t a burden at all!!! Sorry if it took longer than you wanted, I’m taking two summer classes right now, and they’ve been a lot of work these past couple weeks. As a Certified Sensitive Bitch, I found this request really interesting. I tried to make all of their stories different to keep it from being repetitive.

I hope you enjoy it!! Requests are open <3

Possible spoilers: Jaehee’s Good/Normal Ending, some of Saeran/V/Seven’s routes.

Warnings: Slight swearing, not much.

RFA+V+Saeran: With a Sensitive MC (especially to yelling or distant)

Yoosung

He was stressed. He was just on edge. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. This exam season will determine whether or not he’s accepted to vet school. It’s normal for him to be stressed. He’s just a little stressed…

You made dinner that night, keeping your headphones in so your music didn’t disturb him. You had finished almost all of your finals last week, only having one this week, so you decided to help him out.

You put his dinner in front of him as you sat down across the table. You were on your phone as you ate, and he would take a bite every once in a while.

You tried to focus on your phone. You really really did.

...But he had literal bags under his eyes; something you hadn’t seen on him in a long time. You made dinner half an hour ago, and Yoosung had taken about two bites from it.

“Yoosung, have you eaten anything today?”

“What?” He glanced up from his textbook for a moment, not even long enough for you to look into his eyes. “Oh, yeah! Uh… I ate a little bit after you left earlier.”

“I left at 9 a.m. for class,” you said, “Yoosung, you need a break. You need to eat.”

“MC-”

“You’re gonna burn yourself out,” you insisted, “At this rate, you’ll collapse during your exam.”

“Can you just leave me alone? God just because you don’t know what you’re doing with your life doesn’t mean you have to drag me down with you!” He yelled.

You weren’t sure if you were more hurt or angry; your glare mixing in with your tears. “Oh, fuck you.”

Yoosung finally looked up at you with wide eyes. You never cussed at him. Should he be more worried about that or your tears?

You sniffled and covered your mouth, already feeling your throat burn as you tried to hold back more tears. Your hands were shaking, just wanting to scream at him about how you just cared about him, how he went for a low blow, how you needed to know that he was alright.

Yeah… he was more worried about the tears

“Just because you’re stressed about your exams doesn’t mean you get to yell at me,” you said with a shaking voice.

He didn’t know what to say, so you both just stared at each other for a moment. With a sigh, you grabbed your bag and walked to the door.

Yoosung’s mind finally caught up with his body, and he ran up to you to grab your wrist. “Wait- I- I’m so sorry!” You stared at where your hands connected. Yoosung took this as a sign to continue. “You were right. I didn’t take a break all day, and I took it out on you. Will you take a break with me... Eat with me?”

“...I can’t deal with being yelled at.”

He pulled you into a hug by your hand. “Then I’ll never yell at you again.”

You were still hurt, but you could feel his promise through his hug. “Wanna eat then?”

“Of course,” he said as he pulled back to kiss you on the forehead, “Especially since you made it, so it’s made with extra love!”

You smiled at him as you puckered your lips, and he kissed you.

“So you forgive me?”

“Mostly,” you said, “I think I need a couple more kisses to fully forgive you.”

Jaehee

Jaehee wasn’t the type to yell

She was raised in a household that didn’t want her. A household where her aunt always yelled.

While everything her aunt did hurt her, it was the yelling that taught her to shut up.

So she learned to disagree calmly. Or not at all.

You were the one who protected her. You stood up for her. To her you were the epitome of strength.

You looked at Jumin, one of the richest men in the country, and told him that he was being entitled with how much pointless work you gave Jaehee

You saw the woman who would work herself to the point of passing out, and you comforted her and showed her that she wasn’t alone

So when a customer began berating you for mixing up his drink with another customer’s (which you already apologized for and fixed), she was angry but not worried per se

You were the strongest person she knew

She would just give you a treat after he left, and you’d be fine

You could handle yourself.

“I just don’t understand! You have one fucking job- to make coffee and give it to customers. How do you mess that up?” His voice gradually raised in volume with every word

The anger in her body was building up with every word he said. She was debating before she heard a sniffle, and Jaehee turned around to see tears shining in your eyes

You took a deep breath and spoke in a low volume. “Sir...”

Oh hell no...

Her heart broke, releasing that anger throughout her body.

“Excuse me sir,” Jaehee said, standing next to you and putting her hands on the counter between you both and the customer

“What do you want?” he said

“You have absolutely no reason to be yelling at the employees here-”

“She-”

Jaehee’s glare seemed to get darker as she spoke over him. “She has already gotten you your correct drink. Offered you a refund. And apologized for the mistake. And even if she didn’t, there is no reason to yell.”

“This doesn’t concern you.”

“As one of the owners of this establishment, this absolutely concerns me. I will not tolerate a customer blatantly insulting someone in this premises. I have to ask you to leave, and you will not be served here in the future.”

He stared at the both of you for a moment before he threw the coffee cop on the ground and walked out of the cafe.

You grabbed one of the napkins and wiped at your eyes. “I’m really sorry, Jaehee,”

She pushed your hair out of your face and held your face in her hands. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It was a simple mistake, and you apologized,”

“No… for crying,” you sniffled. “I know I should be able to handle it-”

Jaehee shook her head. “No, you shouldn’t have to handle or deal with people yelling at you. And you won’t ever have to deal with it when I’m around, okay?”

“O-okay.”

Later that night, after the cafe was closed, she would have a better conversation with you. She wanted to know exactly what set you off, how she could help you calm down if it happened again, everything.

And she promised you -with her words and a kiss- she would never yell at you.

She knew you would protect her, but she would protect you too.

Your sensitivity was the reason why you were able to see the pain she was in, even through a screen

She would not let anyone use that sensitivity against you.

Zen

You were both really emotional

It’s what made Zen a good actor. It’s what made you able to understand people around you. It’s why you two were a good match, able to handle each other’s waxing and waning of moodiness.

But while your emotions made you cry, Zen’s emotions made him loud.

I mean, he was in a biker gang. He had to learn to be loud

He also had a bit of a jealousy problem. And he swore up and down that your coworker had been flirting with you at the company’s holiday party

He was pacing in the living room. Some of his hair was framing his face because he kept messing with his ponytail. You were sitting at the kitchen table, just tired as you watched him.

“Are you really telling me that you don’t know he’s into you?” he said. Zen’s voice rose in volume with every word, not quite yelling it but getting to it.

“Because he wasn’t, Zen. I wouldn’t let someone flirt with me, do you really think that low of me?”

“That’s not it! You’re missing the point here!” He shouted.

It was silent, save for his deep breaths. Zen was facing the wall, and he clenched his jaw.

“... I’ll just go home,” you said, voice croaking.

That made him turn around, and his eyes widened as he saw the tears shining in your eyes.

His feet and emotions turned 180 degrees.

“No, no, no, no,” he said as you stood up. He grabbed your wrists, trying to keep you from leaving. “Please, don’t leave. Let’s talk about this.”

“What’s there to talk about? You’ve already made up your mind,” you said, “And I’m not gonna sit here to just get yelled at,”

“I promise I won’t yell anymore. Please…”

You glared at him as you wiped at your eyes. “If you yell at me one more time, I’m out.”

“I promise I won’t.”

You sat down and talked through it- calmly this time. After you worked through the original fight, he had to ask. “Was it the yelling that made you cry?”

“I’ve always had a problem with yelling, even as a kid. Annoyed my parents to no end,” you said, already feeling the headache coming from the tears.

“I’ll work on that then. I won’t be the reason you cry. Never,” he said, “And you don’t have to hide your emotions from me, okay?”

You nodded, and tried to keep yourself from crying again because of how soft his eyes looked now. “Okay.”

“Good. Because I want to take care of my princess.” Zen smiled and kissed you.

The only reason he wanted you to cry was because of his amazing acting performance, never anything else.

Jumin

His father had a new fiance, and Jumin was in charge of the contract between C&R and her family’s company

How his father didn’t see the obvious motive in that… but the company wasn’t horrible, so Jumin decided to keep his mouth shut

That didn’t mean he was happy about it though…

Without realizing it, he was falling back into old habits

Jaehee was complaining more and more in the chatrooms about the workload, which Jumin was brushing off

He was leaving for the office earlier and earlier in the mornings. Coming home later in the evenings. He started bringing work home too, something he never did before.

You could probably count the hours that you guys were spending together on one hand. You knew he was busy with work and it was understandable that he would be distant

But… you needed Jumin.

You moved out of your crappy apartment with a faucet that always leaked even though you called maintenance about it at least every month into a penthouse where you could have everything taken care of with the snap of a finger

To say it was a lot would be the understatement of the fucking century

The only constant you had- the only thing that felt that home- was Jumin

Maybe you should do something? To make him feel loved?

So you told his personal chef to take the day off, you were cooking tonight

You went to the nearest grocery store, trying to not feel like everyone was staring at you when the bodyguards followed you in.

This grocery store was a lot more boujee than the one you went to as a kid (or an adult for that matter). One of the bodyguards could see you were just wandering down the aisles, so he took pity on you and led you to where the ingredients were.

You thanked him profusely before you began cooking in the kitchen, which also took you a bit longer to get a hang of.

Apparently rich people have different stoves… good to know

Finally you finished cooking dinner, right when Jumin got home. You assumed he would be home later than he said he would… and you were right

“Hi Jumin!” you said as he shut the door

“Hi, love,” he sighed as he kept walking, making a beeline for his home office

You followed him a couple of steps. “I made dinner! It was one of my favorites as a kid. I was wondering if you wanted to try it-”

“I’m really sorry. I have a lot of work to finish up tonight. I’ll be sure to try some tomorrow.” He turned around to kiss your forehead before walking into his office, shutting the door behind him. Not even sparing you a glance.

Your throat began burning as tears began shining in your eyes. Without a word, you walked to the living room and sat down on the couch. You covered your mouth as the tears fell.

Of course Jumin doesn’t want to spend time with you. You can’t even keep yourself from crying because you’re not getting attention. He didn’t even do anything! He didn’t yell. Didn’t snap at you. His emotions are always in check; he’s always rational.

Meow

Elizabeth jumped onto your lap, and you held her close to your chest as you wheezed for air. She kept meowing as she cuddled into your chest. “At least you want me around, Elizabeth,” you whispered.

“Why is Elizabeth meowing so much? It’s distracting” Jumin asked as he walked into the living room. His eyes widening a fraction of an inch when he saw your teary face

You looked Elizabeth in the eye. “Snitch.”

He frowned, sitting next to you. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just being overly emotional.” You said, pulling Elizabeth back into your chest. “It doesn’t matter.”

Jumin frowned and put his hand on your leg, squeezing it lightly. “You were able to empathize with my emotions. Ones that I didn’t even know I had, let alone articulate. Your strength is your emotions; a strength I can never replicate. Don’t dismiss your emotions, please. Especially not with me,”

Well now you were going to cry again.

You leaned closer, and he wrapped his arms around you. He rubbed your back as you let out the last of your tears, leaving an imprint of your wet cheeks on his button up

When you could finally breathe normally, you spoke up. “I went to the grocery store today- to buy things for dinner. And I was lost, but I didn’t want to ask a manager because the bodyguards were right there. And so Mr. Park ended up showing me where to go. And I come home, and it takes me half an hour to just figure out how to work the stove because there are so many knobs that do nothing, and god damn they don’t even say what temperature you’re heating up to clearly! And then I taste the food, and it tastes nothing like how it did as a kid because the ingredients aren’t the generic brand.”

“May I ask where this is going?” Jumin furrowed his eyebrows.

“I changed everything about my life to the point where making my favorite meal isn’t normal for me anymore,” you said, and he frowned. “Don’t get me wrong. I know that’s part of the Jumin Han package, but it’s only worth it if I’m getting Jumin Han too”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve had dinner together twice this month,” you answered, “I wasn’t raised to handle this. I can only handle this if I have you. I can’t do it otherwise,”

Jumin frowned. He kissed you slowly, making sure to savor the feeling of your lips against his. When was the last time he kissed you like this? He couldn’t remember.

“I’m sorry, love.”

“I know you’re busy-”

“Still. I can’t imagine my life without you. I should be treating you as such. And I promise I will be doing better from now on.”

You spend the night eating dinner and relaxing in the living room.

After that night, Jumin makes sure that you both get to eat dinner at least twice a week. Nights where you both just focus on each other, and there’s no work.

(Sidenote: Jumin’s new work-life balance trickles down to Jaehee, and she swears she would give you her first born if you ask for it because of this)

Saeran

Being an ex-cult member came with a lot of challenges

He had made a lot of progress. The anger and aggression he had mostly subdued as he got help, and he was proud of himself (first time he had ever felt that). He even had a job now; something he had never even dreamed of.

But today he had like three customers scream at him. One of them even doing it in front of his manager, meaning he got an extra lecture.

Saeran decided to walk home from work instead of taking the bus, seeing it as a way to burn off some steam and avoiding a confrontation with a stranger.

He groaned as he got home and took his shoes off before he heard the TV show pause.

Shit.

He forgot today was your day off.

He went to rush into your bedroom, avoiding the living room you were sitting in, but you followed him in with a smile, wanting to talk to your boyfriend. “Hi Saeran. How was work?”

Saeran clenched his jaw. His immediate reaction to scream. Instead he clenched his fists. He couldn’t yell at you. He couldn’t lose his temper with you. He couldn’t.

“Rough day.”

He sat on the bed, and you frowned from the other side of the bed.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked, voice soft.

He rested his elbows on his knees, dropping his face into his hands. His hands were shaking already. “I think I need to be alone right now.”

“Okay… if you change your mind I’ll be in the liv-”

“For the love of god, would you shut up?” he yelled, not even sure where it came from himself, “I already told you to leave me alone, so could you fucking listen for once in your life?”

It was silent, save for your deep breathing. You turned around, shutting the door behind you.

He felt nauseous.

You were incredibly patient with him, almost more patient than Saeyoung. You didn’t ask for a lot. You just told him that you couldn’t handle yelling, never had, and you probably never will. It always made you scared.

You didn’t outright tell him not to yell at you, but he figured out that’s what you meant when you said it quietly to him one night.

And he promised himself he would never do that to you. Saeran put you through enough already; he couldn’t scare you now.

Saeran took a shaky breath. His body both tense and loose at the same time. He couldn’t relax, but he also wasn’t in control of his body.

He sat on the bed for who knows how long before he stood up, ready to apologize.

The TV was still paused in the same time as before, and you weren’t in the living room.

His heart began racing.

What if you left? Were you safe? Did you leave him? Did he ruin this in the matter of minutes?

Saeran’s hands gripped onto the cushions of the couch as anxiety took over his body.

Then he heard a sniffle and a gasp coming from the bathroom. It was clear what you were doing. He felt both worse and better.

Saeran knocked on the bathroom door, and the whispering noises somehow got quieter. “Can I come in?”

Your voice croaked. “It’s open.”

His heart tightened as he opened the door. Your eyes were puffy and red. Tears still attached to your eyelashes. “...Hi” you muttered, refusing to look at him, instead focused on the towel in your lap. You must have used that to muffle yourself.

“I- I’m sorry. I was trying to keep myself from yelling, but I lost control when I shouldn’t have. I know I shouldn’t have. I’m so sorry…”

You nodded, still refusing to look at him. He wanted to hug you. Pull you in, rub your back, stroke your hair and promise you that it would never happen again. But he had promised himself that it would never happen in the first place before.

You were always the one comforting him. This was the first time he had done it for you, made even worse that he was the reason you needed to be comforted.

You let out a whimper and wiped away your oncoming tears. “Yelling just scares me and hearing it from you-”

Saeran stepped towards you, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you against his torso. You could feel how tense he was; you were practically leaning against a wooden plank. He was really trying.

“I… I promise I’ll try better next time. I don’t like you being scared of me or seeing you like this and knowing it was me. It won’t happen again,”

You looked up at him, and he patted your head on instinct. You furrowed your eyebrows, too confused to really be scared anymore.

If anything was gonna make Saeran seem less scary, it was gonna be his concerned eyes as he struggled to comfort you. “You’re trying right now, huh?”

“I am. And I promise I’ll try harder.”

“Can I have a kiss?”

He leaned down and kissed you. “Do you want to go watch TV? So I can make it up to you.”

You nodded and as you cuddled into his side, holding onto his hand tightly, Saeran pulled out his phone.

He wrote out an email to his therapist:

Can we move up my appointment?

He was gonna try better. He wouldn’t do this again.

January 26th… The week of their anniversary

Or at least it would’ve been

Don’t get it twisted. He loved you. More than he had ever loved anyone else before. He would never trade his experiences with you for her.

But it was the week of their anniversary.

That Sunday was supposed to be their wedding date.

Monday was explainable.

People just want their alone time sometimes

So was Tuesday…

And Wednesday… sort of

But four days of your boyfriend that you lived with not talking to you?

That was not alright

You made more of an effort Friday, hoping that if you pushed him for a conversation, he would speak up about whatever was bothering him

You both had been home for about five hours now. You had tried starting a conversation about ten different times.

You couldn’t anymore.

If you talked again, your voice would probably crack. So you went into the bathroom, cried it out, and went to bed early.

Both you and V were praying for this week to end.

Sunday was their anniversary, and V told himself that everything would be normal afterwards.

But Saturday was your breaking point

When V left for rehearsal, you got your phone, dialed Seven’s number, and sat down on your bed.

“Hey ho! What’s up, MC?”

Does Seven even know?... “Has V told you anything this week?”

“What?” Seven asked, and you could hear him shuffling around on the other end. “Is something wrong?”

Shit you were already crying. You wiped at your nose and sniffled to clear it. “N-Nothing. He’s just been really quiet this past week, so I was worried.”

“Quiet?”

“Yeah, he hasn’t really talked to me at all really,” you confessed. Hating that your tears were running down your face. Holding in your emotions was like trying to stop a tsunami with a spoon. Your voice cracked, and you hoped that Seven was dumb enough -just this once- to just let it slide. “I was just wondering if he talked to you about anything that I should be worried about.”

“MC, are you crying?” he asked.

“Is that a yes or no, Seven?”

“MC-”

“Seven!” you snapped back before covering your mouth to keep any sounds from escaping. “I’m sorry for yelling. But has he?”

“No…”

“Okay, thanks for talking to me though. I hope you have a nice day.” You heard him try to say your name, but you hung up before he could finish. He called a couple more times, but you ignored it.

You cleaned yourself up and went to work

Your chest was heavy when you got home, and V cleared his throat as you took off your shoes

“Hi,” you said, “Have you picked what to have for dinner?”

He stared at you for a moment with furrowed eyebrows. “Uh… I was stuck between the Chinese place and pizza place.”

“I’m good with either.”

It was silent for a few moments as you went through the mail, avoiding looking at him. “I talked with Luciel today.”

There it was…

“Can we talk?”

You nodded and sat down at the table.

You spoke up before he could. “Why have you been distant this week?”

“My anniversary and expectant wedding date with Rika is Sunday,” V explained, “I was reminded of her, and my first instinct was to distance myself again.”

You wanted to be mad at him, but you understood it. “Are you okay?”

“I’m… getting better. I wouldn’t say I’m good, but better than the beginning of this week,” V said

You took a deep breath, hating the burning in your throat as tears appeared in your eyes. “You could’ve just said that, and I wouldn’t have pushed you to talk more about it,” you breathed out and wiped at your face, “I thought…”

He furrowed his eyebrows and grabbed your hand. “You thought what?”

“Sometimes I worry that you’re only with me because I was conveniently there when you were going through everything,” you confessed. And he felt his chest tighten. “So when you did pull away from me, even though it was just for a moment… I was scared.... I was scared that you realized that too,”

He leaned over and kissed you, tasting the salt from your tears. “I promise, I love with all my heart. I appreciate that you were there for me, and I cared about you then. But I’ve fallen in love with you a little bit every day, over and over and over again since then,”

You smiled at him as crying took over again, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He held you as tears wet his shirt, rubbing your back as you did. “I love you,” you said into his neck, the words garbled.

“I love you too,” V whispered. “And I’ll remind you of that everyday if I need to.”

Saeyoung

Saeran was hurting right now. Saeyoung knew that. He was just scared. It was scary to be in the mental health ward. To be away from Mint Eye, all he knew for years.

But when Saeran yelled at him… That he abandoned his brother. He hurt everyone around him. That Saeran was better dead than with his brother.

That Saeyoung didn’t deserve love. The only thing he was good at was corrupting people.

… It was hard to not let it sink in.

Because Saeran was just saying everything Saeyoung had told himself before.

So Saeyoung was silent as he drove home. You and Vanderwood were working today, so he was silent as he cooked dinner.

And he was silent when you came home. Only saying hi and that dinner was done before grabbing his plate and eating at his desk.

There was a pit in your stomach as you followed him. “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?” you asked.

“God. Why are you even still here?” he snapped, turning to look at you. His eyes weren’t even angry just… empty. “You had your party. Mint Eye is gone. The agency isn’t after me… so why are you still here?”

And then he turned around to face his screen again.

That pit in your stomach had traveled all across your body. And god was it heavy.

Your throat burned.

The walls were closing in on you.

And there was Seven. Just sitting at his desk typing.

You wrapped your arms around you. Making yourself smaller, as if that would save you from the suffocation.

You were just frozen. Slowly you stepped out of your shared room and walked to the front door.

Silent, just like he was, you stepped outside.

As if the fresh air was caffeine, your body woke up, letting the tears run down your face.

You stumbled into the lawn outside and sat down, letting the damp grass cool your burning skin. You covered your mouth as you sobbed.

Over and over again. Sobs and whimpers, muffled by your hand, would rack your body. You would finally calm down and take a deep breath. And the coldness would burn your throat and set you off again.

A headache echoed in your head as you laid on the grass, staring up at the stars. Finally too exhausted to keep up the crying. They reminded you of Saeyoung.

Fuck him for ruining stars for you.

“What the hell are you doing, kid?” Vanderwood asked as he crouched next to your laying body.

“Looking at the stars.” Your voice was raspy, barely there after your meltdown.

“Are you okay?” they asked as they sat down next to you. “It’s late, ya know? It’s not safe out here.”

“I’m not going inside.”

“Hey-”

“Thanks for your concern.”

With a huff, they stood up, and you heard the security questions before the door opened. It shut. Crickets.

The door opened again. And someone sat next to you with a sigh. You’d recognize that cologne anywhere. You pulled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, refusing to look at him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things.”

“It’s not even what you said. It’s how you said it,” you responded, still avoiding his gaze. “It was like we were back in that fucking apartment.”

“What?”

“I was back in that fucking apartment. There was a bomb, a kidnapper, and you refused to even look at me. Everything was out of control. I felt like the exact same bomb was in the bunker back there. It was just happening around me- to me. All I could do was just wait. Just sit there waiting!”

Unlike before, where he didn’t want to say, now he couldn’t speak. What was he going to say? Was there something he could say?

You were so calm the entire time you were at the apartment. Crying only after Saeran broke in. At least the only time he saw. How many times did you cry when he wasn’t looking? He thought he was the only one freaking out because you seemed to only be focused on him.

But you couldn’t control the bomb. Couldn’t stop Saeran. Stop Rika. Couldn’t even tell the RFA the truth.

But you wanted to help him. That was the only thing you could do.

Seven didn’t see the panic attacks in the shower. Or you crying into your pillow.

“I can’t do this again Seven. I can handle all of it. But not this. I can’t just sit here and watch you do this all over again. Over and over and over again! I can’t-” You sobbed, and Seven pulled you into his chest.

He shut his eyes to keep his own tears from falling. Your back rose up and down as you gasped for air, his shirt becoming wet.

Seven rubbed your back slowly and kissed the top of your head. You pulled away; your eyes finally dry. “I won’t push you away again. I promise I won’t cut you out.”

“Saeyoung…” you mumbled.

“No. I mean it,” he said. “I’ll do whatever it takes. I won’t shut you out again. I won’t make you go through that again.”

He looked you in the eye with a smile that disappeared for a moment. “I promise, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Do you want to stay out here or go inside?”

“I want to stay out here a little longer.”

“That’s fine.” He held your hand as you laid out on the grass again

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Garvez Moments Part 11

Chapter 11: Hurricane Andrew

“Where is Luke?!” asked Penelope in between contractions “he promised to be here when our baby arrives”

“He’s still in Florida” said Max “there’s a hurricane”

24 hours earlier

“Ok I will order the food while you pick the movie” said Penelope from the couch and with a big baby bump. Her doctor was worry because she developed a high risk pregnancy so the last month will be at home.

Luke took care of her as much as he could due to his job, and when he cannot, Max and her sisters helped. The art teacher and now member of the Smithsonian’s team had more free times than Luke or Spencer so she was there for the former TA of the BAU.

But this last week Luke asked for a few days off to watch over her. And now they will have a relaxing Tuesday afternoon.

“Sounds perfect, I think I will pick a nice movie so Andrew learn what he should be watching”

Penelope rolled her eyes “you mean Richard? Because that will be his name” they decided to know the gender of their baby so they could have the perfect bedroom for him or her.

They gave the letter to Dave and Krystal so they organized the baby shower and let them know. When the blue cupcake was revealing… the battle began.

Penelope wanted her dad’s name and Luke wanted his, so when they talked about the baby, they used the name they wanted and that started fights between them.

“Whatever… I will find the perfect movie” Luke said irritated but did not want to continue because it might put him and his beloved wife in a fight.

Penelope ordered their favorite Thai food, they had been together for a year and a half and he learned to love her food choices and she still has struggles with his, because of the meat products but respect him.

His phone started to ring “oh hell no… I told Emily I will be busy with you and I can’t answer”

“Babe… your job needs you and I’m sure a poor woman is in need because a horrible man is hurting her”

He sighed but answered “hey Emily”

“Oh hey Luke… I’m soo sorry, I know you asked me for a few days off and I know Penelope needs to be in bed for the rest of the ninth month but I really need you here”

“Why? You have JJ, Spencer, Dave, Tara and Matt”

“Actually Matt is sick and JJ sons are sick and Will is in New Orleans” he sighed “and Tara is visiting her father… So I will need you”

“Ok I will be there in a few minutes” he said and hung up “I will ask Max if she can come here while I’m out”

“It’s ok honey. I will call her while you are getting ready” he nodded and kissed his cheek then she got out her phone and call Spencer’s wife. They talked for a while. And Max accepted to be there in ten minutes.

When Luke was ready, he walked out of their room “did you talk to Max?”

“Yes, she accepted to come. It will take her some minutes to be here so you can go to catch the bad boys” she smiled at him “Call me please” he nodded and leaned in to kiss her.

“I love you”

“I love you too” he smiled and left the house.

Present day

“A hurricane?!” almost screamed Penelope “I shouldn’t let him go!” she said a little frustrated.

“I know the feeling, I’m worry about Spence too but we have to wait” said Max holding her hand “trust him, he will be here as soon as he can”

15 hours earlier

“Ok so the unsub is killing black men?” Luke asked and the policeman nodded,

“They are all in good shape and they are young, maybe in their 20s or 30s” commented him “according to the forensic doctor he killed this men with a knife”

“And when did this start?” asked Spencer.

“Two weeks ago”

Spencer’s brain started to work; if you paid close attention to the boy genius you could see and hear it working. He looked at his coworker and the policeman “the hurricane started two weeks ago according to the weather channel”

Luke started to realize what his partner meant “you think this man is doing this because of the hurricanes?”

“In the past the Aztecs, Greeks, Romans, Egyptians and Incas thought that there was a god that can control weather. So to ask for their good will they used sacrifices to please him. Maybe this man thinks he’s doing the same”

“Maybe it’s time to give the profile” he said looking at the dead man in front of them.

They said that the unsub could be a man in his 20s or 30s, he could be in good shape and very athletic like his victims. He could have polytheistic cultures knowledge and think he is saving Florida because of the sacrifices he is doing. When he realized that they are not working, he will scale and kill more people. They had to stop him sooner.

Present day.

JJ arrived at the hospital, they gave Penelope a room and they are waiting for her time to give birth. She found Max outside with her phone.

“Hey Max, thankfully Will arrived and I could come here” she said to her “where are my godson and goddaughter?”

She smiled “with their grandfather and aunt. They accepted to watch them while I was with Penelope. But now im worry. Spencer doesn’t answer and neither does Emily nor Luke”

“I called Ashley, you know the new TA and she said they were having trouble with their phones due to the hurricane but thankfully they capture the bad guy so they are waiting for the hurricane to move away so they can return”

“Oh thank God…” said the brunette smiling “how are Henry and Michael?”

“Better… they had a cold but I always am worry with Michael especially since Henry had a convulsion when he was about Michael age”

“Oh my… but I’m happy they are better” the blonde smiled.

“I will go see Penelope, you see if you can call Ashley to ask her for them” she nodded and JJ left to talk to her female best friend.

5 hours earlier

The hurricane was getting worse and the unsub had his last victim, this time he captured a woman, younger and beautiful “I’m sure this time the gods will forgive us! I was wrong about using men” he had a crazy look in his eyes.

Before he moved his knife to her throat the team arrived. Spencer was next to Luke holding his gun. He could not help but went to the field to help. He looked at the knife; it was clearly a sacrificial one.

“Back off! I have to save us with this sacrifice!” said him holding the knife.

“Enrique Diaz, I can’t let you kill this woman, it won’t stop the storm” said Spencer with a calm voice “she isn’t the solution”

“How do you know?”

Spencer thought quickly “Because I saw a prophecy” he said putting down the gun, playing along with the unsub “the storm will stop in 6 hours…”

“Because that’s the time a soul takes to arrive to the gods’ palace”

“No, this woman will take longer because she isn’t as pure as you think” he looked at the scared woman, she was confused but decided to remain silence “if you stop killing it will prove them you are committed to let them do their judgement”

“Their judgement?” Spencer nodded “so they won’t stop…”

“No” the man had some tears and dropped the knife. Luke immediately ran to capture the man and spencer helped the victim.

Dave and Emily were at the other door as backup if the killer got crazy.

The rest of the time they stayed at the hotel waiting for the hurricane to past that part of the city.

When it happened the team was able to fly back to Washington DC as fast as the plane could. After the plane touched the land they all left to the hospital just in time to see Luke find out his son was about to arrive into this world.

The nervousness started to run thru his veins. Will be him a good father? Will he be a good support for his wife and son?

“babe you are here” said Penelope after he walked in and sat next to her.

“Yes… I’m sorry chica… a hurricane didn’t let me to be here earlier” he said with a smile “I wish it didn’t happen so I can be here with you”

“its ok my love” she kissed him softly then the doctor started to order her to push. The all peace and love Penelope disappeared and the angry and aggressive one started to treat him to dead for leaving her almost 7 hours in labor while he was in Florida.

Luke knew this was not his chica so he ignored it, she calmed and asked for forgiveness, she was just in so much pain.

A new contraction started and the aggressive woman reappeared “New guy!! You ruined my life… I won’t have another kid with you!”

“You are doing good Penelope. One more and your baby will be here” the doctor said. The couple nodded.

A few seconds later Penelope pushed one more time and they could hear a new kind of cry, the cry of a new person in the world, the cry of their baby boy.

The nurse cleaned him and covered him with a blanked. Then they checked his weight and size.

“You did it great chica, I’m very proud of you” he kissed her forehead.

“Thank you for be here and for helping me with this” she smiled and kissed his cheek then the nurse arrived with the baby.

“Here’s your baby, does he have a name?”

They nodded and when Luke was about to talk Penelope did it first “Andrew Ricardo Alvez Garcia” she smiled and looked at the nurse who smiled and left.

“Andrew? I thought you wanted a different name”

“Yes but you sacrificed a day off to work and you are our hero so that’s your price for doing the right thing, even if that means you weren’t around for a day”

He had some tears and but smiled “I received a lot of recognitions but this is the best I ever get” he kissed his son head “hey buddy. Daddy is here” he smiled big and enjoy his time with his family.

After some more minutes he walked out of the room, all the team and some member of their families were there.

“A new baby boy joined the BAU family. Andrew Ricardo Alvez Garcia” they all smiled and hugged the new father. Kristin handed him a present for the baby and so did the rest of the team.

“You know what is curious?” said Spencer to him “I just heard that the storm we were in its path a few hours ago was named Andrew as well”

“Well my son will be a hurricane then” he laughed and hugged the family he made in the last few years. The members of the BAU were his family in DC.

OOooOOooOO

I hope you liked it. I wasn’t sure what to do exactly for this baby, I had the idea of the hurricane but didn’t want to repeat a case like the one where the unsub was building a body.

This idea of the “old gods” came to me as I was writing; I hope it’s a good M.O. and a “good” reason to kill during a hurricane.

Suggestions are open. Also my stories post season 15 are connected so in this interconnected world The Worst Third Date Ever, Our Most Wanted Date, Double dates and this one are connected and details of Maxcer and the new TA are in the first story, and the evolution of Garvez are in the rest of the stories.

#garvez #penelope garcia #luke alvez #criminal mind #fanfiction

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