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#i had no idea what the tattoos on her left leg are supposed to look like so i guessed m sorry jdjfjfjhfd
meatonfork · 1 year
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grim uses crayola markers and highlighters to color in ghosts tattoos
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pairing: p!ghost x grim
warnings: none i believe
summary: grim loves coloring in ghosts tattoos
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it’s often that boredom consumes you. it hugs you tightly, and forces your mind to run free. in these times of boredom, you read or maybe write a dumb little poem about a bear.
it reads as so:
Little Bear
He’s somewhere out there,
The little bear.
He plays in the water,
And eats honey-
With a little bunny.
that being said, you were bored.
sighing, you stood from your uncomfortable plastic desk chair, and threw your door open.
“c’mon spoon! we have someone to bother.”
sock clad feet pulled little thumps on the hallway floor as you fidgeted with the highlighter lids that were stuffed in your pockets. spoon’s little paws padded down the hall right behind you.
subconsciously, you had a destination in mind. yellow light from the hallway poured down on your small frame, casting dark shadows on the walls as you made your way to your unsuspecting victim.
typically, if boredom struck you this late, you’d find yourself in price’s office. being thrown to the deep end of sleep from him droning on about whatever he was working on. he’d wake you a while later when he picks you up, and makes his way to your room.
tonight, you’d thought you’d give him a break. you knew gaz was passed out. he never stayed up too late, and soap was probably already bothering someone else.
ghost it was.
you stopped in front of his wooden door, hand submerged in your hoodie’s sleeve, and knocked on his door.
it took a second, but his masked face soon appeared in the doorway.
“yes, grim?”
“i’m bored.” you looked up at him from hooded eyes, a grin flooding your features.
in this light, ghost thought you looked at peace. the light shone perfectly on your eyes, the green looking brighter than usual. something only the sun could pull out of you, he’d come to notice over the years. he noted your hair was kind of messy, as if you’d run your fingers through it- curls pulling apart and becoming poofy.
“and i’m supposed to help with that, because why?” his tone was bored, but really he just wanted to see how far he could take it.
“well, i don’t really want to bother price right now- i’ve been doing that too much lately and i don’t really think i can listen to another report about god knows what right now. gaz is passed out in the commons watching some nature documentary? and, i have no idea where soap is. so, you!” you bounced on your heels lightly, spoon poking her head from behind your leg.
ghost stood still, as if weighing his options. he knew he’d say yes. no one can say no to you, but he liked fucking with you.
“alright, c’mon.” he sighed as he moved the door open and stepped out of your way.
“yes! let’s go little one.” you picked up spoon, and sat her on your shoulder as you made your way into ghost’s room.
it was dark save for a desk lamp being on, letting a yellow glow settle on the room.
“i have an idea- if you don’t mind, that is.” you sputtered as you sat on your pal’s bed.
“and that would be?”
“… can i color your tattoos?” your hair flitted in front of your face, eyes peeking from between curly strands.
“i- what.” his eyes widened a bit.
“never mind! let’s just watch a movie or something.” you smiled up at him.
he slowly moved to sit beside you on the bed, “you can color them if you’d like. i’ll put something on the tv.”
“okay!” you waited while he put something on, and scooted back to rest against the headboard.
once he was settled, you gently grabbed his left arm, holding it at the elbow and wrist. your hands softly tugged his sleeve up, just passed the edge of the tattoo. you brought his arm to settle on your lap, hunched over.
ghost peeked down to see his arm in your lap. he hadn’t been touched this delicately in so long. he found himself yearning for your soft touch once you’d let go to grab the markers from your pocket.
spoon still sat on your shoulder, like a little parrot watching over what you were doing.
“ghost?” your soft voice spoke over the background noise of the tv.
“what’s up?”
“can you grab spoon off my shoulder? i don’t want her to fall off.”
he reached over and grabbed the kitten, settling her into his lap as she purred loudly. his fingers delicately ran over her head as she settled.
you took the chance to grab a marker and start your graffiti on your lieutenant’s arm. the cold from the top of the marker made ghost’s arm tense, but soon he relaxed. your touch soothing the goosebumps that formed on his skin.
ghost sat and watched as your tongue poked out of the corner of your mouth in concentration. his once black and white tattoos soon were covered in pastel markings.
he’d peek down every once in a while to see how far you’d come. never making comment unless you asked him which color he thought you should use. he’d answer back in an almost whisper, not wanting to break the peaceful silence that had settled over you three.
sometimes, you would pause your task and watch the show when something caught your eye. your hand still on his forearm, marker clutched in the other.
as time passed, you subconsciously leaned into him more, using his shoulder as support as you gripped his arm and continued to color. the sheets below you ruffled with your movements to become more comfortable over time.
flipping his arm, you continued as he pet the purring bundle of fur in his lap.
small talk of the show playing drifted through the room. you often asking questions about what was happening, or asking him to explain something you didn’t quite understand. he never complained, he liked when you asked him questions. whether it was during something as domestic as this, or what you should do when you get pinned during a mission.
“okay. i think i’m done.” you lifted your head from his shoulder, legs pulled against him as you leaned on him.
his eyes snap down to his arm in your hands.
bright colors donned his arm, and he preferred it that way. because it was done by you. little grim.
“looks good, grim.” his eyes crinkled a bit.
“really?”
“oh, yeah. love it, kid.” his voice was soft.
“thanks!” you beamed up at him.
“do you want to hear the poem i wrote earlier while i was bored?”
a huff of air left his nose, arm still in your soft grip, “hit me with it.”
“it’s called ‘Little Bear’. it goes, ‘He’s somewhere out there, The little bear. He plays in the water, And eats honey- With a little bunny.’” your voice was soft as you recited your dumb little poem back to him.
“are you the little bear, or the bunny? because, i think you’re the little bear and everyone else is the bunny.”
“i never really thought about it. although, i guess me being the little bear makes a bit of sense.” you shrugged as you played with his fingers.
“little grim, the little bear.”
a giggle bubbles from your lips as you rested against him once more.
“ghost?”
“simon, kid. my name’s simon.” he cleared his throat, peering down at you from the corner of his eye.
your head snapped to meet his eyes, “simon?”
“hmm?”
“well i forgot what i was going to say, now. but i think simon suits you quite well, hmm?” simon noted a slight sparkle pass over your eyes as you looked at him.
“well, i would hope so. ‘s my name, innit?” he joked.
“yeah. don’t you dare think you’re getting my name out of me now.” you lightly shoved his shoulder with your own.
“never, kid.” he lightly chuckled.
“good, you’re not getting it.”
“didn’t think so.”
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a/n: thank you for reading!! that poem is a real one i wrote like two nights ago while i was stoned and bored 😭
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sophswritingthings · 3 months
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more modern!mizu !!
I feel like mizu would be really good at playing pool, and one day reader asks mizu if she can teach them
she’d teach you the different shots and even go behind you to guide you, and reader just ends up getting all blushy blushy from the close proximity
i feel like reader would also be amazed at how mizu can easily knock each of the balls into the pockets
(definitely a lot of fluff and teasing between them)
pairing: modern au!mizu x fem!reader
warning(s): light swearing, suggestive
a/n: TIGHT JEANS, WHITE BUTTON UP, TATTOOED ARMS, WATCH, LARGE STICK--PLAYING POOL--SILLY SILLY SILLY (allow me one moment)
word count: 379 words / 2,036 characters
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you had your legs crossed, scrolling on your phone as you watched taigen, ringo, and mizu play pool. whenever you played, you always where shit at it--so you opted to just sit and watch.
though on the other hand, your girlfriend, mizu--was absolutely amazing at the game. she had beaten taigen too many times to count. the only person ever coming close to beating her was ringo.
and once they had finished their game, the boys had left, a little.. idea, sparked your mind.
"hey, mizu?" you call out to her. she turns to you, cocking her head a little. god, she looked so good. those jeans, the white button up.. the tattoos.. but you were getting distracted.
you slowly get to your feet, placing your phone on the chair behind you.
"can you teach me how to play?" you question.
her face seems to light up at the proposition.
she nods, handing the cue. when you held it improperly, you could hear her chuckle and gently rearrange it in your hands.
she guided you to the pool-table, and set herself up behind you. one of her hands gripped your hip, and the other held your hand to make sure you shot properly.
"line it up just like that," she whispered against your ear. you could just feel the smirk in her words.
her fingers began to draw circles on your hips. your hands shook a little, your face flushing a light pink color. was she trying to distract you, or teach you?
"I-i can't exactly focus when you're doing that," you stammer, glancing at her over your shoulder.
"hm? what do you mean?" she questions, as if she's absolutely innocent. you roll your eyes, "I think you're just bad at this."
you narrow your eyes, dropping the cue onto the table. you turn to face her, her hands now both on your hips, yours around her neck.
"giving up so early?" she gently lifts you onto the edge of the pool table.
your breath shudders as you take in a deep breath, your lips inches apart.
"suppose I am," you murmur. "I have an idea of a different fun game we could play."
"yeah?" she gently places her lips on yours, humming a little, "I like that idea."
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a/n: honestly pool table sex is the best sex
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thebibutterflyao3 · 3 months
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Day 8 - Prompt: Doubt @wolfstarmicrofic
January Daily Series - 793 words
<<<Previous Part OR Start Here
I need to make myself scarce, or better yet, busy.
Sirius wanted to encourage James and Regulus to spend more time together, but that wasn’t likely if he was always around. They had complicated relationships with asking for what they wanted. James put everyone else first and would worry that Sirius felt left out, while Regulus was taught to believe he didn’t deserve nice things and would no doubt feel guilty for taking James away from him.
In reality, Sirius was entirely capable and willing to “fuck right off,” as his brother so eloquently put it. He could entertain himself. He just needed a good excuse…or cover story.
Sirius pulled out his phone to check the time and noticed an unread message from Lily. The preview said, “So when do I get to meet your dog?”
Oh that’s perfect!
“You know, the weather is supposed to be nice today. We could walk along the beach?” he suggested casually. “Padfoot loves the water.”
James nodded eagerly. “We could show Regulus the Serpent Rock!”
“The what?” Regulus asked, sitting up straight.
Sirius grinned, his brother loved snakes and dragons. Leave it to James to notice the wrist tattoo and wyvern hair pin that his brother wore yesterday. The urge to cheer him on was difficult to tamp down.
As James explained the cave on the beach and the strange green, scaley rock formation inside, Sirius quickly texted Lily. Thankfully, she and Remus were available to meet at the shoreline. If all went well, he and Padfoot would sneak off with Lily and Remus, leaving the new…couple?…to sort themselves out.
When breakfast in the Inn’s dining room was over, Sirius ran upstairs to collect Padfoot and a couple of towels. Padfoot couldn’t contain himself. The moment his paws hit the beach, he was yanking at the leash. Water was his weakness. By the time Remus and Lily showed up, Padfoot was soggy and sleepy. It was the perfect time to enact part two.
Divide and conquer.
Gathering Padfoot’s leash from James, Sirius waved to Lily and Remus. “Hey, look who’s here! Why don’t you two go check out the cave while I catch-up with Lily.”
“Oh, sure! Yeah, that’s a great idea,” James said.
Regulus eyed the pair curiously, then nodded. “That’s fine. Let’s go.
Sirius stifled his laughter as James touched his brother’s shoulders and redirected him toward the cave, in the opposite direction. He grabbed Padfoot’s collar and led the way to Lily and Remus. He wasn’t allowing a repeat of yesterday.
“Oh my goodness! Is that him? Is that Padfoot?” Lily called out, hand clasped to her cheeks. “He’s so big!”
Remus offered him a sheepish look, which was unexpected. Given the colourful bruising along the skin beneath one eye, the bloke had definitely been in a row. That in and of itself drew Sirius closer. He was perpetually curious by nature, but something about Remus triggered an innate need to know that he couldn’t really explain. The man was just so bloody interesting.
“This is him,” he said, patting Padfoot’s head. “He gets a little excited with new people, so I’ll hold onto him for a bit.”
Lily stepped closer with her hand outstretched. “Hello, Padfoot.”
Padfoot’s tail slapped against Sirius’s leg as he leaned forward to sniff her hand. He was usually quite gentle around women, so long as he hadn’t grown overexcited beforehand. Sirius stroked his back soothingly and hoped he would behave.
“So, what happened to your face?” he asked, eyeing the bruise.
Lily cleared her throat. “Yes, Remus. Tell Sirius what happened to your face?”
The bloke aimed a half-hearted glare at Lily. Sirius could tell they were, in fact, old friends now that they were next to each other. Their body language alone was a dead giveaway. They were as comfortable as he and James were. That was a relief.
“Well, when we fell yesterday,” Remus began hesitantly. “Your elbow…and boot…”
Sirius’s eyes widened at the implication left hanging in the air between them. He pressed a fist to his lips and closed his eyes for a moment, imagining that fall from Remus’s perspective. Given that Sirius landed on top, then scrambled to regain his balance, pointed to one rather obvious outcome.
“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry!” Sirius gasped. He automatically moved forward, then stopped and flailed. “Wait, I don’t know what to do.”
“You could kiss it better,” Lily suggested.
Remus spluttered nonsensically, then choked, “Lily!”
“If it would help, sure,” Sirius replied, shrugging. “I don’t mind.”
Remus stared at him unblinking for a full minute in stunned silence. He appeared to be experiencing some sort of event, but Lily just stood at his side with a smug look on her face. He was very strange.
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mexxs-blog · 3 months
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I played with the idea of Charlotte and rhea having a relationship before Charlotte takes rheas nxt title and this is sry Righ after their wrestlemania match.
Rhea went out limping, her knee in pain as someone helped her out into medical.
Charlotte,annoyed, had to cut a few promos and a set of interviews before she was free to go to her girlfriend.
After a check-up and with instructions of regularly icing her knee and taking a few slow days, rhea was all good to go and change. This time, she limped her way to her girlfriend's private locker room. The promise of a very comfy couch and maybe the arms of her lover to rest on making her go as fast as the sharp pain in her knee allowed.
When rhea arrived Charlotte was already there, her former belt resting on the vanity, and for some reason that was the catalyst, all the emotions she had been suppressing about the match, the pain in her knee and the loss floded her at once making her whimper as tears started to fall from her eyes.
If Charlotte had already felt like murder because creative sort of forced her to feud with rhea and to basically crush her knee the whole match, now she saw red. Her little baby crying and all hurt because of her.
"No, no, no, come here, im sorry." She rapidly stood, going to cradle the crying girl in her arms. She looked so defeated her heart broke. "You did so good, im so proud of you," she let rhea hide and cry in her arms.
"It hurts," rhea sobbed as she buried herself deeper in her girlfriend's neck neck. At that, Charlotte picked her up, carrying her to the couch. She laid her body down along the whole couch, letting rhea sprawl out on top of her.
"There we go, let it out, mommy's here," she was caressing the blonde strands of hair as rhea started to calm down "you did so good, my pretty girl" she kissed the top of her her.
She waited until rhea's breathing settled before talking, "What did the doctor say, baby?" she kept playing with the damp strands of hair as she waited for a response.
"Im okay, just ice and rest," her voice muffled as she still hid in mommy's neck. Charlotte smiled. "My poor baby, im going to spoil you so much. Im gonna take care of you and make you feel good, " a needy whine resonated in the silence of the room.
"You want mommy to change you? Mmhm?" She felt her nod, but it wasn't enough "words, angel." Rhea peeled herself from her girlfriends neck "yes please"
"Good girl," she quickly flipped them, letting rhea rest on the couch as she slid in between her legs. "Mommy is so proud of you. Your first big show and you got to open for it." As she spoke, she unlaced rhea's boots.
"I tapped out." A pout graced her girl's lips, "you were supposed to baby," she comforted as she slid the boots out, with those gone she put her attention on the laces of rhea's pants and after making quick work of them, she started to peel them off of her body. "There we go, hips up," she tapped rhea's side.
Once the pants were off, she looked over rhea's legs, her knee a bit bruised, as she ran her hands up and down her thighs she bowed down to kiss over the forming bruise "im so sorry baby"
at first her kisses were innocent just to comfort her baby but watching rhea flush as she left feather like kisses on her knee and up her legs she got a different idea. Still soft and subtle, she got closer and closer to rhea's clothed center. "Mommy, please," she whined, her breathing coming out in little pants as her chest heaved in anticipation.
"You want mommy to make you feel good? Make you forget about the match?" She spoke over rhea's covered pussy, toying with the waistband of the underwear as she waited for a response. "i asked you something baby" knowing the coming answer she slowly slid the panties down long tattooed legs "mmh?"
"Yes ple- shit" Rhea was cut off by a loud moan, her back arching as Charlotte gave her a broad lick from her opening to her clit. "My sweet girl, going to let everyone know you're mommy's spoiled princess?"
Rhea is a very sensitive little thing, and Charlotte loves to play rough with her, overwhelming her senses until all her vocabulary reduces to nothing more than pleas.
That's why she didn't waste time waiting for an answer. Starting with harsh sucks and kitten licks that sent rhea into overdrive, one second, she was too overwhelmed to breathe, and the next Charlotte's touch was barely there.
"Yes yes yes" rhea's moans echoed and after a few minutes of fun bullying the oversensitive bundle of nerves Charlotte finally dips her tongue in her baby's sweet cunt, getting lost in rhea's sounds as her wetness fills her mouth and drips down her chin.
"More please," she's so polite, so well behaved. Charlotte doesn't have the willpower to deny her when her broken little pleas reach her. One of the hands holding rhea's thighs open goes around reaching for her clit, tracing tight circles that automatically make her moan loudly.
And fuck the people outside, rhea sounds so good, a spoiled little princess getting her fill of mommy's tongue without any care for what people will think of her.
Minutes or hours, Charlotte isn't really sure how much time she has spent lost inside rhea's cunt, she starts to feel the walls around her tongue clenching down, and as her tumb over works her baby's abused clit she edges her baby her closer and closer to her orgasm.
"Mommy, please, s-so good." rheas hips were bucking harshly against her face. "Can... can i" she couldn't finish her sentences not when charlotte pinched her clit everytime she tried to speak.
"What is it, baby? What do you want?" Charlotte's shit eating grin as she watched rhea struggle was enough to make her whimper.
"Please" it was almost a sob as Charlotte resumed her tongue fucking "i wanna cum for you" she was such a good little sub, always wanting to please her, "please mommy" rhea's nails were digging in her scalp but it didn't matter Her desperation made Charlotte's blood boil with need. "Cant hold it. Please"
"You want to cum for me?" Rhea nodded unable to speak as her brain was turning into a mush, all her focus on waiting for the magic 3 words that would unleash her. "Then cum for me pretty girl" she gave another hard pinch to rhea's clit, and that was all it took for her to snap.
"MOMMY" rhea scremed as pushed Charlotte's face flush against her pussy riding wave after wave of pleasure on her mommy's tongue.
"Good girl" she said as she let rhea finally come down "soo good baby, such a good girl" her lips shinny with rhea's nectar. She gave her a moment to breathe while she traced her path up rhea's body with butterfly like kisses.
"You took that so well princess, mommy is so proud of you," she said as she ghosted over rhea's lips. "Thank you, Mommy." Big blue doe eyes stared at her. "You're welcome, princess." she gave her a deep kiss, letting her baby taste herself on her tongue.
LORD HAVE MERCYYY
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perhapswhoknowsvamp · 8 months
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Sorry, we using Tumblr like a journal today cuz I just had a sort of weird thing that I felt the need to write down and for whatever reason I feel the need to put it here so maybe one of you is supposed to see it? This post is just vamp life stuff, nothing of import.
Been in a super weird head space today and not feeling terribly great about myself (I'm okay! These things just happen sometimes). So, I was like okay, gotta get out the house. Gonna drag this meat suit out into the wild and experience the world for a little bit.
And I put that off for most of the day until like a half hour ago. I showered. I forced myself to wear a shirt that I love, but don't wear because it's kind of tight these days and I feel very insecure about my weight right now. Made myself wear shorts that fit me fine, but they're shorter than I'm comfortable in because again, this body and me are in a fight. My whole idea was this: I AM GONNA GO THE FUCK OUTSIDE AND NOTHING BAD IS GOING TO HAPPEN. I'm gonna wear clothes that look FINE on me regardless of how I feel in them, and the world will see me, and you know what? NOTHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN, BRAIN. WE'RE GONNA BE FINE. NO ONE CARES ABOUT MY STOMACH OR CELLULITE THIGHS. NO ONE GIVES A FUCK.
Within 10 minutes of being out, a woman complimented my shirt. Shortly after that someone complimented one of my leg tattoos. Then I go into the pharmacy to pick something up and this woman recognized what one of my leg tattoos (I have two huge pieces on each leg, but one of them is a Jurassic Park piece) and she was SO EXCITED??? Had all kinds of questions about it and was truly just over the moon that this art on this body I can't stand most days existed??? We talked for a bit and she's recovering from an abdominal surgery and is still in a lot of pain and just not having a great time, and she said seeing my tattoo was the first time she's smiled in a week. She took a picture of my tattoo to send to her friend who really adores JP and they had just been watching it the other day and I told her "You know, it's kind of funny, I was really having a hard time getting out of the house today, but I'm glad you were able to smile again!" And she said "You should be outside, honey. You're special. You can't be keeping all this energy locked away."
AND WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT???? WHO THE FUCK SENT HER??? SHE WAS LOVELY AND HAD NO IDEA I NEEDED TO HEAR THAT.
So anyway, that's the kind of unbelievable story that led to me sitting misty eyed in my fave coffee shop typing this.
TL;DR: I LEFT MY HOUSE AND EVERYTHING WAS FINE. 🥲💜
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spnhunter4life · 1 year
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So Long Version 2 Chapter 3
Word Count: 3.6k
A/N: A little bit of a shorter one this time. This is the first thing I wrote for this story. Here's the day Jenna turned 16. Enjoy!
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Ages 16 and 17 June 25, 1996
I woke up, not exactly expecting to feel different, but maybe hoping. Today I would find out who my soulmate was. At least, I’d get a first name. Even though I knew it was stupid to get my hopes up, I couldn’t help but secretly want it to be Dean’s name. I was also nervous. Did I really want to know? If it wasn’t Dean, how would I deal with the disappointment? But if it was Dean, how could I possibly approach a subject like that? And even then, it wouldn’t mean it was Dean Winchester I was meant to be with. There were other Deans in the world. And wouldn’t he have said something by now if my name was tattooed on him somewhere?
Taking a deep breath, I looked over all of the skin currently exposed by my pajamas. Nothing on my arms or legs from the knees down. I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 9:30. I couldn’t believe I’d slept that long, that my dad had let me!
I jumped out of bed, grabbing my towel and clothes for the day, heading straight for the shower. I’d made one friend in this small Louisiana town, a very outgoing girl I’d bumped into while getting groceries with Sam and Dean. She’d been excited to meet someone new, saying all of her friends were on vacation for the summer, and she and I were supposed to meet up soon to spend the day together.
I started the shower to let the temperature adjust and then started the process of removing my clothes, checking each inch of revealed skin for a name. Nothing yet, then. Supposedly, the name showed up around the time of day you were born. I had no idea what time that was, so I would let Alyssa distract me for the day and check again tonight.
When I came out of the bathroom wearing shorts and a t-shirt with my hair in a ponytail to combat some of the summer heat, my dad, Ben, was just closing the door, chocolate chip muffins, my favorite breakfast food, in his hand.
“Happy birthday,” he smiled. “How does it feel to be 16?” He asked this question every year, but this was the big year, and it held a little more weight behind it. 
“It feels… pretty much the same as every other year I guess,” I told him honestly. Other than my nerves being slightly on edge with the upcoming soulmate reveal, it felt like any other day. “What are you still doing here? I thought you and John would’ve left by now.”
“That was the original plan, but I couldn’t leave without seeing my daughter on her birthday. I wanted to have the chance to eat breakfast together. The case can wait a couple hours,” he told me, sitting down at the table.
“Where are those two shadows of yours?” He teased as I took a seat across from him and grabbed a muffin. I knew he wouldn’t ask about my tattoo. He didn’t like people prying into his life and he didn’t pry into mine. He knew I’d tell him if I wanted to.
“I have no idea,” I replied as I peeled the wrapper off my muffin. “I haven’t seen either of them, but I just got up. Thanks for letting me sleep in by the way.”
“I figured one day can’t hurt. But don’t think you can go slacking off. It’s back to morning runs and training after this,” he said before taking a bite of his own muffin. “I still don’t understand why those boys aren’t here. You three make such a big deal out of each other’s birthdays, I half expected them to break down the door,” he mused.
“Maybe they forgot. And we don’t make ‘such a big deal’. One present and a movie night isn’t too much to ask. Besides, it’s mostly Sam. Dean always made a big deal about his birthdays growing up and so Sam learned to do the same for us,” I told him.
“Yeah but a bunch of kids scrounging up enough money to get those presents for each other is a big deal,” he said with a fond smile. Taking the last bite of his muffin, he stood and grabbed something off of the counter. “Speaking of presents,” he said as he handed it to me.
“Dad, you didn’t have to,” I told him as I grabbed it. 
“I know I didn’t, but it’s not every day your baby girl turns 16. It’s not much, but I thought you would enjoy it,” he replied a little awkwardly.
I grinned and wrapped my arms around him, Backstreet Boys CD clutched in my hand. I had found them on accident really. It was all Alyssa’s fault. I generally enjoyed the same music as Dean, but she had showed me one of their songs and I couldn’t get it out of my head. Dad had heard me humming it one day which led to an embarrassing confession.
“Don’t tell Dean,” I pleaded, knowing the endless teasing and likely judgment I would be on the receiving end of if he found out. “Oh, I wouldn’t dare,” Dad laughed, pulling away from the hug.
“I should probably go find him though,” I said, glancing at the clock. “I’m supposed to meet Alyssa soon and he said he’d drive me.”
“Have fun!” I heard him shout as I left our motel room. I saw the Impala parked by the room next door, so I knew he was here at least. Since Dean has legally been able to drive, John gave it to Dean and the two of them take either my dad’s truck or the one John had purchased after gifting Dean the Impala. As I raised my hand to knock, the door flew open.
“Oh!” John said, startled. “I was just going to tell your dad we need to get going. I’m glad you’re up.” Then he was in the motel room I’d just abandoned, not waiting for my response.
“Hi to you too.” I mumbled under my breath as I walked through the door John had left open to see Dean sprawled out on the couch. He turned to me when I closed the door and grinned.
“Hey, there’s the birthday girl!” He exclaimed, prompting Sam to run out of the bathroom, dressed and looking fresh from the shower, toothbrush in his mouth.
“Jenna! You’re here! I wanted to go to your room a while ago, but Dean told me to let you sleep. Were you sleeping?” Before I could answer him, he rushed on. “He told me you’re going to spend the day with your friend, but we’re still going to have our movie night, right? We have to have our movie night. It’s our tradition!”
“Breathe, Sam." I chuckled. “Of course we’re having movie night. It wouldn’t be a birthday without it. Now how about you go finish brushing your teeth before you start drooling on the floor.” Content with my answer, he hurried back to the bathroom, hand cupped under his chin where toothpaste bubbles were trying to drip down.
“So,” Dean drawled, getting up off the couch. “The big 16. How’s it feel?” He walked over to stand next to me and, not for the first time, I was struck with how effortlessly gorgeous he was. His hair was tousled and still slightly damp from the shower he must have taken this morning. He wore his usual jeans, t-shirt, flannel, and boots, the amulet Sam had given him hanging around his neck, but somehow, he was the most attractive guy I had ever seen. I knew it wasn’t a biased opinion, every girl in every school always drooled after him.
“I assume it feels the same as you felt a year ago.” I replied once my brain started functioning again. “You still good to take me to meet Alyssa?” I asked.
“Sweetheart, have I ever bailed on you?” He asked, mock offended.
“Well…” I trailed off, remembering the handful of times Sam and I had been left to fend for ourselves while he was off with a girl. When I saw him looking at me expectantly, I sighed. “Not when it really counted, no.” I relented.
“Did you ask her yet?” Sam questioned, reappearing from the bathroom and heading for Dean. Dean sighed and looked at me. “Is it ok with you if Sam comes with to drop you off? I don’t know why he’s even asking. I know you don’t care, but he wouldn’t leave me alone about it this morning.”
“That’s not true!” Sam denied. “He told me I could come if you said yes, and I know you usually don’t care, but since you’re 16 today I thought you might want to talk.” He stated matter-of-factly.
“Talk about what?” I asked, brow wrinkled in confusion. There’s not much Dean and I didn’t talk about in front of the kid. I don’t know why he thought there was suddenly a need for privacy or what being 16 had to do with it. “About-” he started, but then cut himself off. “I don’t know.” He continued, head down and shuffling his feet. “Just… being 16?”
I looked to Dean, hoping for some kind of explanation, but he just shrugged his shoulders, although he seemed a little annoyed. I wasn’t in the mood to press the issue though.
“Ok…. Well I don’t have any super-secret conversations that need to be had with your brother, so if you want to come along, that’s fine.” I assured Sam. 
“Good! When are we leaving?” He asked excitedly.
“If Dean’s ready, then right now would be good.” I replied, looking to Dean. He answered by shrugging on his leather jacket, plucking the keys off the table and holding the door open for me.
With everyone piled in the car, Dean started toward the mall where I was supposed to meet Alyssa. It was a typical car ride, Sam chattering away in the back, and Dean humming along to Led Zeppelin. I told Dean where to park. Alyssa wasn’t there yet, but I was content to sit and wait with the boys.
“I thought we might have to wait until tonight to give this to you, but I’m glad we don’t have to.” Sam said excitedly, pulling a box out of his jacket pocket. “It was my idea to get this kind of present for you, but Dean helped me pick it out.” He looked to his brother with a proud smile before handing the box to me.
I was a little nervous to open it. Sam was so excited that I really wanted to like whatever it was. Although he’d never say anything, I could tell Dean was a little nervous too by the way he tensed his shoulders and bit his lip. I carefully opened the box and gasped.
Inside was a bracelet made from ribbons of silk. It was twisted around so that it looked like four different strands. The top and bottom of each ribbon was an olive green while the middle was mulberry. One of the ribbons wrapped through a gold button that was used to adjust the size. I couldn’t believe something so beautiful was for me.
“I love it!” I told them as I took it out of the box to place on my left wrist. I noticed Dean’s quiet, relieved exhale and turned to hug him. “Thank you.” I whispered. He wrapped his arms around me before mumbling a quiet “You’re welcome,” into my hair.
“And thank you too!” I said, pulling away from Dean to face a fidgety, giddy looking Sam in the back. He flung his upper body over the seat to get a hug of his own. “You’re gonna have a pretty hard time topping this one.” I informed him as I sat back. Sam just grinned.
“My friend at the last school had a bracelet that she wore all the time and I asked her if that was a good idea for a 16th birthday present for you,” he explained. “She said if you like jewelry it was a good idea, and I know you like Dean's amulet, so I told him about my idea and he said we’d keep an eye out for anything you might like. There was a lot of stuff I thought you would like, but Dean kept saying they weren’t right.” I glanced at Dean and saw a slight blush gracing his freckled cheeks.
“He liked that one as soon as he saw it. I didn’t know why you’d like it any better than any of the ones I pointed out, but I know you guys know each other really well so I just told him to make sure you knew getting a bracelet was my idea,” he finished, slightly out of breath.
Before I could say anything to assure Sam I appreciated his efforts and relieve Dean of his embarrassment, there was a knock on my window. Startled, I jumped a little before facing the window where Alyssa stood waiting. Turning to look at the boys, I thanked them again for the amazing present and then opened the door to get out of the car and say hi to her. As I was closing the door, I heard Dean say my name.
“Just a second.” I said to Alyssa before opening the door again and sticking my head in. “What’s up?” I asked.
“I was just wondering when and where I should be picking you up,” he replied. “Oh, right. I didn’t even think about that.” I said, turning to Alyssa to figure out the details. “Clearly.” He teased. I looked back at him, sarcastic comment at the ready, but I saw the twinkle in his eye and knew he was just joking. I shushed him and closed the door, turning to once again face Alyssa.
“I can drive you back, it’s no problem,” she assured me. 
“Are you sure? Dean doesn’t have anything else he needs to be doing, and I know he likes to do it anyway. He’s a bit protective like that. The first time we dropped Sam off at a friend’s I thought he was going to sit outside the house the whole time.” I told her, smiling at the memory.
“It’s really no problem. I don’t have any definite plans for the day so I wouldn’t know what to tell him anyway,” she said. 
“Ok…” I trailed off, giving her one last chance to change her mind. She gave me a look, clearly stating that she wouldn’t so I passed the information on to Dean.
“You don’t even have a guess about when you’ll be done?” He asked. I knew he liked to have a timeline so if someone wasn’t back when they were expected he would know something was wrong. If he didn’t have any schedule to follow, he’d spend the whole time worrying, unsure if something had happened or we just weren’t done yet. 
“Well I have to be back in time for movie night,” I reminded him with a wink in Sam’s direction, “so I won’t be gone any later than… say 8:30? That should give us time to watch a couple of movies before Sam passes out.”
“Yeah, ok.” Dean relented, slightly less on edge. “Have fun,” he smiled. I closed the door and watched them drive off.
“Are you ready to do some shopping?” Alyssa asked with a grin.
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“You have to have a swimsuit!” Alyssa insisted as we walked by racks of them at Kohl’s. 
“Not if you never go swimming, you don’t.” I countered.
“But what if you do go swimming? What are you going to wear then?” She argued. 
“I don’t know. I’m sure if the opportunity came up, I’d just go buy one.” I told her. 
“Then why not buy one now?” She asked.
“Because,” I sighed. “We move around a lot. We’re not exactly hitting up five-star hotels with pools or renting homes that have one. I think the last time I went swimming was when I was 12 and the house we were renting had a pond.”
“Ok, well I have a pool, it’s the middle of summer in Louisiana, and I might invite you over to swim sometime. Besides, I’m buying so you can’t really argue that much.” She said, flipping her strawberry blonde hair as she turned and pulled me towards the swimwear.
“That’s a nice bracelet,” she commented, looking at my wrist where I was half-heartedly searching through a rack of one-piece swimsuits. 
“Yeah,” I smiled. “Sam and Dean gave it to me for my birthday.”
“It’s pretty. I didn’t think boys were any good at finding decent jewelry.” She said as she moved on to the next rack. She didn’t like the one-pieces anyway and had only been humoring me, ironic since I was only humoring her about the swimsuits in general. 
“I swear Dean has some sort of sixth sense for what people will like. Well,” I corrected, “not people. But me and Sam.”
“This one! You have to try this one!” Alyssa said excitedly, breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked to where she was holding a white and blue two-piece. “I know you didn’t want a two-piece, but this isn’t a bikini. It doesn’t show much more than a one-piece would.” Seeing my hesitation, she continued. “Just try it on. If you hate it, we’ll put it back.”
“Yes!” She cheered, seeing my resignation. She handed the suit to me and led the way to the changing rooms.
It was definitely a nice-looking suit, I’d give her that much. The top piece was thick enough all the way through that there was no danger of anything showing. It had a clasp in the back and three strings to tie around my neck, two white and one robin’s egg blue. The bottom piece started like a normal bikini bottom, but thicker. Above the hips it cut in to cover only the front of my torso, leaving my back and sides exposed, and went up to the bottom of my ribs. There were three strings encircling my back, keeping the material up. It was decorated with flowers in shades of blue, and as much as I liked it – although I’d never admit it to Alyssa – I didn’t think I would be comfortable wearing it in public.
“Are you ready yet?” I heard her ask through the door.
“Kind of. I have it on, but I don’t know if I want to come out,” I admitted. 
“Come on, you can’t look that bad,” she said.
“It’s not that.” I told her. “I’m just not comfortable showing this much skin. I live in jeans, you know. The only reason I’m wearing shorts is because I might actually die from this heat.”
“Just come out. No one’s going to see you. I promise there’s no one else around,” she encouraged.
I sighed before opening the door and peering my head around. I was met with an unimpressed look. “Alright, I’m coming.” I relented. I stepped out of the changing stall and was greeted with a wolf whistle from Alyssa. “Cut it out!” I blushed.
“Why? You look great!” she exclaimed. “As much as I like that bracelet, it really doesn’t match the-” she cut off. 
“What?” I asked nervously.
“Umm… did you find your tattoo yet?”
I was a little shocked. It was an awfully personal question to be asking someone you’d only known for a couple of weeks. “No. Why?” I asked a little defensively. She nodded toward my left side where my hand was hanging by my hip. I impulsively lifted it to my face, scanning for the name. 
“Not your hand," she said.
I slowly looked down to my left side just above my hip where, just as she said, I could see the top of thick black letters peeking over the swimsuit.
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“Alright, what’s wrong?” Dean asked, pausing the movie. We were halfway through our second movie of the night, Mission Impossible, and while I was enjoying it, I couldn’t seem to sit still. I was sat between the two boys, Dean’s arm resting on the back of the couch behind my head, our usual seating situation on movie nights. Sam was slouched over, starting to drift off. He could never seem to stay awake for more than one movie.
“What? Nothing’s wrong. Why do you think something’s wrong?” I asked him. 
“Well, you haven’t sat still for more than five minutes at a time and I can see the wheels spinning in your head. You know you can talk to me about anything right?” He sounded genuinely concerned. 
“I know,” I sighed.
“Nothing happened, right? You’ve seemed a little off since you got back.” He pushed, not for the information he knew I wasn’t ready to give, but for assurance that I was alright. 
“I’m fine,” I told him honestly. “It’s just… I found my tattoo while we were trying on clothes. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it, figure out how I feel,” I confessed.
“Oh.” Was his only response. I could tell he wanted to press for more information, but he stayed quiet.
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“I can’t look at it. I don’t want to know what it says. What do I do?” I asked. My breath was coming faster and I was starting to panic.
“Hey. Hey! Jenna! Look at me. Deep breath.” Alyssa calmly instructed, demonstrating and breathing with me until my breathing was back to normal. “You’re going to have to see it sometime. It’s unavoidable. Right now, it doesn’t change anything. It just gives you a name. You can do whatever you want with that name once you have it. It doesn’t decide anything for you.”
I knew she was right and steeled myself to look at it, Alyssa waiting patiently. Carefully, I pushed the swimsuit strap down just enough to reveal the name underneath.
DEAN
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thefreakymunson · 1 year
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Sneak peak
I got this idea from @sidthedollface2 and have sort of converted it into a OC (kind of) x Eddie Munson. Here's a little snippet. Let me know ig you want to be added to the tag list for it!
“Do you always talk this much about music when someone’s trying to dance for you?” She laughed, reaching a hand out to playfully stroke his cheek.
“Well, you’re the first person to ever dance for me, so I’m not up to date on stripper etiquette.” Eddie shrugged.
She slid down the pole and smiled softly as she made her way over to his seat, knocking his legs open wider.  She turned her back to him, sitting down on his lap as he watched, hands stuck to his sides, which she found adorable.  A soft laugh escaped her mouth as she reached down and gripped his hands, sliding them up and over her lap, the thick chunky rings leaving a run in her stockings as she moved his hands up over her legs.
When she leaned back against him, the scent of her perfume filled his nose.  She smelt like strawberries and vanilla and something else he wasn’t able to put his finger on.  It was intoxicating and he felt himself growing hard as she ground herself down against him, no matter how hard he tried to stop it.  She turned around to face him as she reached behind her and untied her top, letting it fall down her body and into his lap.  His eyes were glued to her tits, staring at her in disbelief.  She had a beautiful body and from what he could see of her face, she was beautiful as well. 
Her hands slid down over her body and his eyes caught a tattoo on the side of her wrist.  A tiny heart and a tiny star.  His hand reached out and his thumb ghosted over it, catching her off guard and she stopped grinding herself against him to turn and look at him.
“You’ve got a tattoo?” He nodded, “It’s cute.”
“Yeah,” She laughed softly, “I do.  It’s my only one so far…you’re hard to dance for.”
“Why?” He laughed, shaking his head slightly.
“Because you keep distracting me!” She laughed.
“My bad,” he gave her a small smile, “I’ll stop.  Continue.  Please dance for me.”
She gave him a small smirk, her lips quirking up on the left side as she stood up further and turned around, bending over to push her ass into his face and slipped the sheer lace panties down over her ass, exposing everything to him and he had to palm himself through his jeans to release a bit of discomfort.
"Fuck," he whispered to himself, thankful when she stepped back onto the stage.
Thirty minutes later, she had finished her dance and was in the process of getting dressed when there was a knock on the door and a guard stuck his head in through the door, alerting them that time was up.
“Um..am I supposed to pay you or something?” Eddie chewed on his bottom lip.
“No,” she gave him a small smile, “Gareth paid and tipped nicely.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” She gave him a small smile.
“What’s your name?”
She thought for a second on if she should be truthful or not.  She knew him.  She had seen him around town plenty of times and at school when she showed up.  She could ruin her fun, let him in – it wasn’t like Eddie Munson had hundreds of friends to go blab that she was dancing two cities over. No one talked to him unless it was to buy drugs anyway.
“You can call me Iz,” she gave him a small smile.
“Is that your real name?”
“It’s real enough for you,” she patted his cheek before she walked over to the door and glanced back only once, “See ya around, Eddie. Happy birthday!”
On the drive home, Eddie was silent which was unusual.  Gareth cleared his throat and looked over at him sitting in the passenger side of the car.  He had his head resting on his hand that was propped up on the car door.
“You alright?”
“Hm? Oh, yeah.” Eddie nodded, “Hey, did you tell that dancer my name?”
“I didn’t tell her your name, man.” Gareth shrugged, “Just told her to call you the birthday boy.”
“Then how did she know my name?” Eddie sat up straight in the seat and glanced over at him in shock.
“I don’t know, bro.  She could’ve just overheard me say it.” Gareth shrugged, “Did you at least have fun?”
“Yeah, I had fun.” Eddie nodded, “Thanks for the present.”
“Good…because it doesn’t look like you had fun.” Gareth laughed, “Jesus…you just had a gorgeous girl all over you and you look like someone just killed your dog. 
“She just seemed familiar, ya know?” Eddie shrugged, “Like I knew her from somewhere.”
When Gareth dropped him off that night, Eddie went in long enough to grab a beer and change into a bit more comfortable clothes before he walked out to the larger porch attached to his trailer and lit his cigarette, taking a long comforting drag.  He never done anything for his birthday.  His uncle tried to throw parties when he was younger, but it just left him feeling disappointed when no one would show up.  Now, he settled for a birthday dinner with his uncle and maybe one of his friends would come over to hang out. 
Eddie Munson wasn’t popular – that was for sure.  But the fact that “Iz” knew who he was meant something…it meant a lot, actually.  It made him feel seen when he often felt so very invisible.
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vox-monstera · 10 months
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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕
Hi! Thank you so much for the send.
As I mentioned in another one of these, I'm in an endless loop of WIPs, so I'm gonna share a snippet of one of those!
This is my own attempt at a long-fic, but I only have like two chapters for it; I wish I had your dedication! 🥰 Either way, I'm pretty happy with how this intro came out, so I hope you enjoy it!
cw: graphic depictions of violence, mention of sexual assault
The smell of decay is nearly unbearable.
V takes a step back, covering her nose and mouth with the crook of her elbow. The rancidity is followed by dampness, a scent so sour and putrid V is sure her stomach will turn inside out. She gags once but swallows the bile down, clenching her disjointed fingers into tight fists as she moves towards the vehicle once again.
Jesus fuckin’ Christ.
In a shallow pool of rotting flesh and blood lies the bloated body of a boy, or what’s left of it. He no longer has a head; instead, there is a crater of bone and brains, like a bowl holding spoiled spaghetti. V retches once again at the idea, her eyes moving down and over his vascular, overstretched skin. He’s not wearing any clothes, and despite the chaos of the horrific scene V can tell that, at some point, he’d bled from between his legs.
V closes her eyes and shuts the trunk forcefully, no longer able to withstand looking at him. The sun, though setting, is intense above her, and V can only wonder how long his body has been sitting here, turning to liquid in the heat.
She hadn’t been able to scan his face, but his tattoos are still recognizable enough despite the inflation of his body and the dark patches of clotted blood strewn over his flesh. The picture she was given confirms what she already knows deep in her stomach.
Fuck, V. So it is him.
Her knees begin to tremble, the understanding of what she has just seen settling into her bones. What the hell is she supposed to do? Leave him here? The idea of it is agonizing, but she also knows that she can’t bear to even open the trunk of that old i360 again.
V grits her teeth and walks the ten feet back to the Nazaré. There’s still a lingering pungency, but the air is clear enough that she can actually breathe now. With a deep sigh, she dials Muamar. The sound of the tone as she waits is oddly soothing; she’s almost hoping he doesn’t pick up.
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chocolate-teapots · 2 years
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The Parent Trap: Jeon Jungkook
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                     Jin and Keiko fuck off for a week leaving two of the
                   worst godparents in the world to take care of their kid. 
                                   Whose bloody idea was that?
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Warnings: really cute kid, lots of cursing due to a whole lot of assholery, light smut you can barely see it if you squint, mentions of excessive alcohol consumption, the idea of JK with kids, mentions of sambuca.
Sunday morning there's a knock on my door.
I'm fiercely hungover, shielding myself from the light coming from the glass in the door despite all the lights being turned off, looking absolutely mealworm-ish and completely unaware that what hides behind it would change my life forever.
I get ready to yell at a salesman, to offend a charity but instead, I'm met face to face with huge black eyes, a stubby little nose and tiny pink parted lips.
It was a floating baby.
"Awh."
Again I'm melting at Ara's cuteness, convinced that no matter how many times I see her I will never get used to her gorgeous little face. She smiles brightly with two teeth after she recognises me, likely taking her so long because of the premature ageing a bottle of Sambucca causes.
But then I notice the tattooed fingers curled around her frilly yellow dress and the muscular arms attached to them. Jungkook pokes his head around, smiling as if he had just broken something.
"No. No. No! No way!"
I start to run away from him hurriedly, filled with dread and I start to close the door.
"Y/N!" Jungkook calls after me, lodging a chunky black trainer in the gap that honestly was more likely to break the door rather than the other way around.
"What's going on?" I ask him from behind the door like he was pointing a gun, feeling deceived and fooled "Where's Jin and Keiko?"
"Colorado," he explains as he puts Ara down into her buggy "Her mom broke her leg skiing and Jin couldn't book time off at the hospital to take care of Ara so he transferred there for a while."
For a while??
"What, so they just left their kid? With you?"
I try to make sense of the situation, of the fact that my two best friends would trust the most unreliable and irresponsible man in the world to take care of their kid. I hoped her mom was in good health but there was no way we were both making it out of this alive.
For a while??
We couldn't be in the same room for 5 minutes without arguing.
"Let me in!" Jungkook grunts in frustration, using his entire body weight to try and pry the door open but I was doing the same to shut it on the other side. I can see his thick eyebrows arched in determination and the veins in his arms popping out.
"No way! You're not welcome here!" I push back, struggling against his strength and not even thinking about how much effort this door was to buy.
"She's your Godkid too!"
"I am an atheist!"
"Well so am I! Doesn't change the fact that I'm pushing around a 9-month-old toddler and I have a singing-dancing cactus in my backpack!" Jungkook exclaims, seemingly also trying to make sense of the situation.
I felt bad I really did.
But I continued to try and decrease the gap in the door, doing everything I could despite him being freakishly strong.
"I'm hungover you're not coming in!"
What must the neighbours think?
"Oh, I am!"
"Only Ara's allowed!"
But if it's one thing that Jungkook loves it's a challenge and before I know it he's throwing himself through the gap right into my hallway where my fist was getting ready to greet his face.
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We sat on my sofa, backs flush against the cushion as we study the cute toddler sat on the ground, gurgling and waving around a tall cactus with her chubby little arms.
"...what are we supposed to do with it?"
"I don't know I thought you would know," Jungkook shrugs, as usual rejecting all responsibility and dumping it on someone else. He had a red mark on his forearm in the shape of a door handle.
Ara with her fist in her mouth watches our exchanges with wonder, conflicted between her bickering godparents and the singing cactus in her hands. Which one to pick?
"Why would I know?" I ask already knowing what he was going to say but wanting to hear it out loud to remind myself how stupid he was and the reason why we couldn't spend time together.
Sometimes I forgot.
"I don't know, aren't women programmed for this shit?"
Boy.
"Oh yeah let me just go into my Mothercare file and find the fuck-you-you-misogynistic-asshole.wordDoc."
And, we're arguing again.
"I feel sorry for whoever you drug into marrying you," Jungkook coldly mutters but remains focused on the little toddler playing on the carpet.
It was exhausting not just arguing but having to pretend that he was even slightly tolerable. Every time Jin and Keiko forced us to hang out I'd forget what he was really like and that's what made our arguments even more explosive.
I tried to give him a chance.
"At least I'll get married and I'm not a tired ass 'yeah I just wanna party, get laid and surf the wave of life dude'," I mock him and his ignorant immaturity and enjoy every bit of it.
He was pathetically lost in his privilege of getting to choose when he grows up when some people don't have a choice.
"It's called having fun! Not that you would know what that means!"
"Grow up! Maybe if I say it enough it will actually bec-"
Ara's giggle breaks the argument, like the cutest boxing referee that ever was. Her high pitched squeal is infectious, chubby little hands clapping as if we were performing for her.
We're both smiling, gushing over the toddler until we remember our stupid argument, scowls settling again on our faces. I scooted, creating as much distance as possible between us on the couch.
"...you're lucky she's cute."
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Three days, four letter's of complaints to Colorado, and a million headaches later I was in mom-mode. A large plastic basket that I found in Jin and Keiko's place was resting on my hip as I walked around their apartment, picking up pieces of laundry and trying to clean up the mess.
Believe it or not but most of it was Jungkooks.
"Keiko, I'm not sure if I can do this," I mutter quietly into the phone wedged between my squished cheek and my shoulder, peeping around the kitchen doorway to see if he could hear me "Ara is adorable and so perfect it's just-"
Only I found him playing with Ara and her plushy bug collection that was right at the top of the list of 'Ara's favourite things.' His hair was wild and wavy today, bouncing playfully as he pretended that the Ladybird was beating him up. Ara adorably laughed, red in the face from laughing so much at the silly young man in front of her.
"Y/N?"
I shook my head.
"Right it's just you know, me and him...we-"
"I'm not asking you to marry the guy," Keiko laughs at the idea in her higher-pitched tone "Just try being civil with him. I think if you sat down and got to know each other you'd find you have quite a bit in common."
I scoff.
"The only thing we have in common is that we both breathe air."
But I was watching him still without realising, trying to put on a glare. He throws the plushy, picking Ara up by her waist and lifting her above his lying body so she's flying. My heart jumped into my mouth but her chubby cheeks were stretched so far from her smile they might've burst.
"Y/N..."
"Okay," I blurt, feeling a little stupid catching myself staring "I hope your mother is alright. Give her my best."
"Thank youuuuu. You know I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't have to," Keiko reassured me from the other end and I felt bad for complaining, knowing it was true. But I had caught them too many times trying to fix us both up together as friends and worse.
"Jungkook. Say Kookie Ara."
I smile.
"I also go by Kookie, Kook, Jungkookie, JK."
She laughs at all the funny noises. So do I.
"Of course Keiko. It's not so bad..."
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"Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N,Y/N."
Jungkook's socks slid against the hardwood floor as he ran to me. It was late evening and I felt bad but made it clear from the start I wouldn't be able to watch Ara much in the daytime since I work so much.
I look up from my computer to the sound of Jin's office door hitting the wall.
"What's up?"
Jungkook is trembling and looks exhausted like he was actually starting to feel the toll of exercise like a normal person. I took off my headphones.
"It's Ara," he splutters breathlessly and I'm immediately alert "She's-"
Jungkook's limited vocabulary lets him down so instead, he puts his hands around his neck with his tongue out.
"She's dead???"
I rush to my feet, placing my hands on the desk as the earth begins to crumble around me.
"No! No, she's not dead. I think she's sick."
I run over to him, slapping his body with all my might as he cluelessly fights me off. Honestly, I would've laughed if he wasn't actually being serious.
"Why the fuck would you do that?!"
"Well, she's killing me!"
I don't waste any more time slapping him, choosing to mutter something about burying his balls in the garden centre as we run to Ara's room, slipping and sliding all over the shiny wood floors.
"She's warm and she won't stop crying. She's been crying all day!" Jungkook runs his hands through his hair, almost pulling it out in frustration.
"Don't make me feel bad, you should've come in sooner!" I scold him, genuinely feeling guilty for not helping him that day as it was and I didn't need him to remind me "Did you give her the ladybug?"
"Yeah."
"And, the cactus?"
"Yeah, I gave her the damn singing cactus."
Once we reach her crib she's red with frustration, trying to tell us something through the hot stream of tears endlessly pouring down her face. She began to cry even harder when she saw me, reaching her arms up.
I empathetically soften, picking her up and cuddling her. It was a different kind of cry, where you know it's genuine and it hurts to hear it. I rest my palm on her forehead.
"She doesn't feel feverish, I think it's just from where she'd been crying."
Hmm.
"Are you hungry?" I ask the limp toddler, currently sniffling onto my shoulder, nose buried deep into my neck.
Jungkook bites his thumbnail with worry, watching me pat her back and try to learn baby talk.
"You're making me nervous."
He puts his arms down, mumbling an apology. A sudden bad feeling hurt my chest, one I couldn't explain like Ara's.
"What's wrong with you little girl? Hmm?"
She's quiet.
Well, she can't talk yet.
But I mean she was asleep.
Guess I should've just said she's asleep huh?
"Sorry for interrupting, I'll put her down now," Jungkook starts, reaching up to grab her with a pitiful formal apology.
Was I really that mean?
"It's alright, I'll do it."
And once again, Ara was sleeping soundly in her little crib. I looked over the edge of her little cot, careful not to move too loudly in case she woke up again. On her back, she cuddles the ladybug tightly, sniffles quieting down into light snores.
Maybe she just needed a hug.
"Maybe she just missed you," Jungkook shrugged.
"Are you kidding?" I chuckle thinking he's messing around "You're her favourite."
I'm not jealous.
"Nah way," he grins waving me off modestly but sort of agreeing "She just thinks I'm silly."
"Then she's a good judge of character."
The impact of the day hits me like a frying pan over the head and I'm sluggishly sliding to the attached master bedroom and collapsing on Keiko and Jin's heavenly comfy bed. I groan in relief as the expensive office chair could only be so comfortable after a whole day of sitting in it, closing my eyes.
Until the bed dips.
Jungkook throws himself onto the other side.
Suddenly I didn't feel so peaceful anymore.
I opened one eye, side-eying him with annoyance only to find he was perfectly at ease, one arm resting behind his head and the other just resting on his flat stomach. He was always smiling, no matter what. It was like he didn't have anything to worry about, nothing he dreaded, nothing he had to rush around for.
I didn't realise I was staring until-
"She's great isn't she?"
I jump, looking at the ceiling again but not before checking he was actually talking to me.
"She's beautiful," I gush, lips burning with the need to smile.
And before I could stop myself and talk myself out of it:
"Do you want kids?"
Of course, he's taken aback but he doesn't show it. I bit the inside of my lip as the room got quiet, darker, hoping that he was thinking about the answer to my question and not the question itself. What would he say?
The last time Jungkook settled down was when he was 8 and his pretty blonde neighbour held a buttercup to his chin. They never dated or anything, he was just mentally in love with her.
They were the longest 2 days of his life.
"With the right person, sure," He smiles in excitement as if already thinking about the possibility, what was it about wild non-committal men and cute toddlers? "What about you?"
My speech had officially set into autopilot.
"At first I wasn't sure. I mean, I'm my job and I'm not sure if I'd have the time... or the patience," I explain in a mini ramble and he laughs at my self-depreciation knowing it was likely true "But seeing Ara, I don't think there is such a thing as the right time."
I can hear his nod.
My eyes are heavy after all that, wasting too much energy thinking about something that i wasn't even sure was gonna come. He was groggy too, I could tell.
"Thank you."
What?
"Hmm?"
No. I can't bond with this guy.
"I could have never done this alone. I'd be bald or grey by now."
A compliment couldn't hurt, right? I could always just say it was a joke.
"Grey would suit you."
He laughs, his eyes still sort of closed in exhaustion. He cheekily asks:
"You think so?"
I can picture it in my head. I didn't need to look at him to know that long wavy grey locks would go perfectly with every single one of his features. I didn't need to look at him to imagine those either.
I could simultaneously not like the guy and think he was very attractive.
"Definitely. Foxy. Bald, not so much."
Jungkook laughs, maybe in surprise at my compliment, maybe at the image of him bald or maybe even at the fact that I was capable of making a joke. But the fact that we were laughing softly together wasn't the part that pinned me to the mattress.
It was when the laughing stopped that things started to change.
At least with laughter, you knew what to call it. What do you call awkward silence with something in the air that isn't said and a trace of something that will be done you just don't know yet?
Maybe it was comfortable silence with Jungkook...?
I wasn't sure about him but every time I got ready for bed this past week, I didn't want to sleep in fear the day in which all this would end would come too soon.
That was now too.
I gulp.
It's a nervous one.
"Doesn't it feel...different?" Jungkook breaks the silence, speaking as though something had pushed him into it like a dance circle and a club.
"In what way?" I ask carefully, not helping the shakiness of the conversation.
We were tip-toeing around this unknown thing floating in the air like we were slowly pushing each other off the edge of the cliff, seeing how many steps we could take before we'd fall.
"You don't feel it?" Oh, I felt something "How things are the same but...not?"
This was it when I turned to look at him and felt the rush of looking over the cliff.
"With us?"
I acted dumb. I knew exactly what he was saying but didn't dare try to put words in his mouth in case I was embarrassingly wrong.
"Yeahhh, you're not so bad."
It took a lot to admit that.
Jungkook fully turns onto his side, facing me with pure amused astonishment.
"Not so bad?" he laughs at the understatement of the century according to him while still drawing my gaze with his cocky smile.
Was I meant to say more?
"Fine! Well, I don't exactly...despite spending time with you," I slowly admit again, carefully choosing my words as if they were laid out in front of me on puzzle pieces and I had to try and form a sentence out of them.
"You used to hate spending time with me?"
I get ready to laugh with him.
But it doesn't come.
His voice was sad.
I mean really sad.
Almost...disappointed.
"Yeah, wait...didn't you?" I ask in confusion, fully turning to face him too just a forearms length away from his face.
He doesn't have to think about this one.
"No, not at all," he shakes his head honestly "I just thought you were intimidating and stuck up."
Why did I suddenly get the feeling that my life so far had been a lie?
"Sorry, I really thought we had this mutual hatred thing."
It was sort of an apology.
"Hated?" Jungkook doesn't like the taste of the foreign word "No, you annoy me but I don't hate you."
He meets my eyes, a moment of realisation cutting right through them and painting his skin a sickly shade of white.
"You hate me?"
What have I done?
"No!"
My exclaim actually startled him.
"I mean...no," I clear my throat to relax my pitch but the damage had already been done.
But the damage had already been done.
He didn't even blink when he asked:
"Then, what do you feel?"
I didn't blink either when I answered.
"Tingles. Like the rush you get when you see something you want and you're waiting for it to come."
This suddenly felt like a single bed. I suddenly felt incredibly exposed. Jungkook suddenly looked different.
"Like pizza."
I can't help but laugh at his childish analogy.
"Sure," I'm still laughing, enjoying how it cooled down my trembling and nervous disposition "Like pizza."
I could no longer feel his gaze fighting between my eyelashes but instead resting shamelessly on my lips that felt as though they were foaming at the sudden attention. I wasn't this single...surely.
I say I don't notice him shuffling forward.
I say I'm not watching I'm lean in.
But I am.
"I like pizza."
It's like I still wasn't expecting him to kiss me because when his lips finally reached out for mine, I jumped out of my skin.
But maybe it's because I wasn't expecting it to feel this...right.
It was just a peck because he quickly froze, leaned away and fully flinched ready for me to punch him in the face. He looked pretty innocent for a guy almost 6 feet with a full sleeve of tattoos and an eyebrow bar.
"Oh my god! I'm so sor-"
"Do it again."
Breathless from just one kiss, I was starving for more. I couldn't tear myself away from his lips that were blushing as much as his cheeks, I had to force myself to look at him in the eye to tell him I was serious when he hesitated.
He's unsure, choosing the strangest moment to finally come to his senses. But he does it again anyway, starting with a peck but getting caught up in something a lot less innocent.
Right where the married couple sleep, Jungkook and I lose each other to the feeling of being desired and the feeling of contact. Maybe all the frustration building up being released or maybe Jungkook's intimidating reputation when it came to women triggered something in my very lonely brain but hell I didn't care.
I just forgot how fun kissing was.
His hands come to life as he deepened the kiss, grabbing the side of my waist and pulling me until I was flush against his toned front. We were giving each other too many reasons to make noises you shouldn't be making when there's a toddler in the next room but regret wasn't a word familiar to either of us.
I was dangerously getting used to this, starting to sync up with his movements and really enjoying the feeling of our legs tangling on the bed. He knew what he was doing and so did I, it was the perfect mixture of comfortable and unpredictable.
Speaking of.
Jungkook uses his overwhelming body strength to pin me to the bed, catching me off guard and leaving me tense as he uses his hips to do it. I bite my lip impatiently, fingers itching for something to touch as he hovers just daring me to face the situation with a damaging smirk.
It actually hurt to look at him.
I didn't want to admit it in my head. I couldn't. I knew that somehow he would find out that I was giving in to him and believing every word that Keiko told me about his trip to Prague and he wouldn't let me hear the end of it.
"fuck."
He's quiet, so quiet I thought I could hear his thoughts. I didn't have time to hit him for being so fucking hot since he was kissing me again with twice the energy as before. It was rough, my leg pinned to his waist, his hips dipping to drive between them, his tongue quickly doing everything it can to take over.
And it didn't take much.
His deep breaths tickling my nose transitioned to grunts as his hips worked harder against me, my eyes rolling back at his ability to press right against every sensitivity I had despite being hidden behind thick joggers and underwear. I was about to explode, the noises he was making, his necklace coldly dangling against my skin, his warm toned back against my palms under his shirt.
And then Ara starts to cry.
And the magic stops.
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The next morning, a small tickle against my lips brings me to life. It was the first time in a long time I had woken up smiling and not feeling like I had a million things to do and no time to do them.
But it was just Ara's fingers pressed against my lips.
My eyes fully open to take in the three of us cuddled closely together, Jungkook fast asleep with his heavy breaths making my eyelashes flutter. Ara somehow managed to stay put in between us during the night but found better comfort resting on my boobs than Jungkook's man boobs.
I try to move her knowing I was likely already late for work.
Jungkook stirs.
I freeze as if I didn't want him to know I was there.
He lets out a deep groan as he wakes up and I have to remind myself that I'm in the presence of a child.
Jeez.
He struggles to open his eyes like they'd been glued together. He looks around confused and pouty with messy fuffy hair.
It's funny but also unfair with how good he looks.
I felt like a cabbage.
"Morning," he smiles through his hoarseness, stretching himself awake against the comfortable sheets.
"Good morning."
I have a dangerous thought.
But no.
I couldn't get used to this.
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I liked the stress of work.
I liked purposefully making myself feel stressed to push myself to the limit.
It sounds barbaric. But, at least you can see why being a judge was a perfect job for me. Jungkook always said it was the only cool thing about me when we fought.
There's a knock on the door and I barely look up from my intimidating stack of paperwork until I see Mei.
"Y/N, there's someone who wants to see you."
There's a playfulness to my assistant's voice that I can't quite understand. Her eyebrows wiggle and she hides a glorious smirk behind the edge of the door.
"I'll be right out," I say confused slow too since usually, Mei knew not to let anyone into my office when I wasn't in court leading to most of my colleagues having to barge in here to get my attention.
But 'someone?'
My block heels click along against the floor, swallowing the fear of slipping on the freshly mopped wood and letting my curiosity get the better of me as I start to speed walk.
Jungkook?
"Hey?" I smile a little confused and he turns suddenly, face lighting up with a brilliant smile that almost looked a little nervous.
"Hi," he grins breathlessly, scratching the hair on the back of his head "Uh, I thought we'd come and visit you today.
I walk over to the bright yellow stroller lighting up the mundane office and search for that tiny smile.
"Is that right?" I'm a bit bemused, feeling a little too happy that someone came to visit me in work. Ara beams as I give into her grabbing and holding her tight, she wastes no time in taking my gold necklace in her hands and playing with it gently.
"Sorry if you're busy I knew this job is a lot," he whispers as if he didn't want Ara to hear. His worries were so silly to me I didn't even bother to reassure him and instead got lost in his appearance.
His hair was curled so perfectly to part in the middle I wouldn't be surprised to find my curlers cooling on top of the unit when I got back. He was wearing those illegally tight black skinny jeans that looked as though they were going to burst against his thighs, a plain t-shirt and an expensive leather jacket.
My toes curled, gaze pulling away before I got too attached only to see people slowly walking by to stare, women crowded around a nearby desk pretending to be busy while drinking him in. My eyes narrow, analysing how I can fix this situation.
I instinctively reach out to touch his arm.
"It's an amazing surprise, thanks."
I tickle Ara's nose. "I've missed you so much!"
"Have you guys had lunch yet?" I asked Jungkook, checking the luxurious watch they had all bought me together on my 21st and noticing it was approaching my break.
"Not yet."
"Let's go!"
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What goes up must come down.
h𝚎𝚢𝚢𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚘,
𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. g𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚔𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝). s𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠!
𝚙.𝚜. 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚙𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎.
- 𝙹𝚒𝚗 𝚡𝚡
There are a lot of things to be grateful for here and yet I couldn't help feeling sad. It's not as if I'll never see Ara again but it was surprising how well I adjusted to family life, how I could handle centring my life around her like she was my own.
Now it's gonna feel empty.
And Jungkook.
Oh, don't even get me started!
We didn't even speak about what happened. Will it go back to how it was before? Has anything really changed?
Did he really mean it when he said he didn't hate me?
My mind spun in circles with these thoughts the night before Jin and Keiko were due. I was alone, Ara was asleep and Jungkook texted to say he was working late and not to wait up.
But 7 pm turned to 9 pm, 9 turned to 11 and suddenly it was 3 am and Jungkook was still nowhere to be seen.
Maybe if I didn't check Instagram to see him in a bar on his story I wouldn't be so pissed off. I was initially worried, but seeing as he was actually alright and happy in the thought that I might've thought he was dead I was comfortable being incredibly angry with him.  
Mostly, I was sitting waiting for him to come home and not even paying attention to the tv. I was not the type of person to wait around for the man to come home. But the more time I had to think the angrier I got.
I put my entire life on pause to take care of Ara while he gets to go out, do whatever he wants and then lie about it.
We were meant to be in this together.
But then I was angry at myself for being so stupid. Why was I letting myself get so angry when this is the exact type of behaviour I would expect from Jungkook? Why was I so shocked? One kiss couldn't change who he was.
Because the only person Jungkook cares about is Jungkook.
I keep my gaze forward as the door unlocks loudly, cringing at the possibility of his waking Ara and the smell of cheap beer, sweat and even cheaper perfume.
He lied.
Like a normal adult, I swallowed my pain and frustration.
"You're still awake?" he slurs slightly but he wasn't too drunk where if I was to punch him he wouldn't feel it.
I'll keep that in mind.
"I'm still awake."
The TV is just flashing pictures now as my mind continues to spiral.
"Can't sleep?"
I lick my bottom lip, trying to stop the smile of disbelief.
"Can't say sleeping comes to mind when the person who said they were working isn't home at 3 in the morning," I sarcastically comment, turning around to face him as he leans against the doorframe, shoes a mess on the ground.
"Y/N," he huffs as if I'm lecturing him on sealing biscuit packets so they don't go soggy.
"Don't Y/N me," I snap, fury taking over "I can't believe you lied about tonight. I'm not your mom, I'm not gonna cuss you out for having fun but at least leave a message so I knew you're not dead in an alley somewhere."
"I didn't lie," Jungkook snaps back, taking a step forward into the light of the tv and swallowing my disgust when I don't see a hint of remorse on his face "I was working then the guys wanted to go out for a couple of drinks. What, I have to ask your permission first?"
On the outside, I could imagine two fully grown adults whisper-yelling at each other so they don't wake up the 9-month -old upstairs would look quite funny but at the moment, I couldn't find anything positive.
I scoff, shaking my head.
"Don't be a dick Jungkook."
"Don't pretend you suddenly care."
"At least have the fucking consideration to tell me you're not dead before I file a missing persons!"
"Tell you what, next time I'll print a permission slip for you and send you all the info about the building just do you know it's safe!" he condescendingly yells, nose scrunched up as if I was the one attacking him here.
"Listen to yourself!" I exclaim the loudest, not even caring anymore, hoping that Ara could hear so her first words would be 'keep Jungkook away from Y/N. He stops waiting for what I was going to say with furrowed brows and starry eyes. "There's not gonna be a next time!"
"Why not?"
"She's not our fucking kid!"
Jungkook is hurt, every feature still pointed sharply but in thought and confusion. We were in too deep, carried away with the fantasy when in fact this was the reality.
"I-I know."
"I don't think you do," I shake my head sternly at his unconvincing act "It means nothing other than it's just what we're supposed to do."
Lie.
"Well," his voice was thick, trying to find the courage to say what he really means "It meant something to me."
But all I could think about was the time when I told him I didn't hate him and how that now left a bad taste in my mouth.
"Then I was wrong. You haven't grown up."
He grabs his shoes, bending over to put them on aggressively as if they were a size too small, harshly trying to get the last word even if what came out of his mouth was senseless blubber.
"I'd rather be like this than a heartless woman like you, all alone surrounded by the people she hates cause she has no other choice."
Don't cry. I can't cry.
But I do.
"Get out."
"I'm already gone."
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Even Ara knew something was up.
The place was empty and lifeless and so was I.
She was playing with her little kitchen set on my lap, pretending she wasn't frustrated when the food-shaped plastic did not in fact taste like food at all. Of course, it had to be pizza...
I curled up on the sofa, watching her and staring into space. I didn't even know I was crying until a dark spot began to spread on my jeans.
Why couldn't I just not care?
We've been through worse.
My phone begins to vibrate against my leg and I quickly pick it up, hoping it was him even though I wouldn't answer it anyway.
𝙹𝚒𝚗 ♡
I quickly wipe my tears away, pinching my cheeks as if I had just been running around after Ara and not in fact crying everything I had in me over some asshole with really nice hair.
"Hey!"
I smile when the two pop up on the screen.
"Hey lovebirds. Look Ara, look who's calling!"
Ara immediately recognises the voices of her parents and shyly snuggles into my jumper, confused as to why they were trapped in a rectangle.
"Our flight has been delayed so we'll be getting in later tonight if that's alright."
I wave Jin off, knowing Keiko probably got him to ask since I couldn't be mad at Jin.
"Don't even worry about it. I'm having the best time with Ara."
And I did. At least that wasn't a lie.
"Hmm, it seems quiet and clean..." Keiko noses around the space behind me to see shining floors and nothing is thrown around "Where's Jungkook?"
My body tenses at his name.
The dreaded question.
"Oh, he had to work. I'm sure he'll call you guys later."
Making that up was a little too quick but I was still uneasy, knowing I was going to hell for lying to Keiko and Jin. I could never get anything past them.
"Nice to know you haven't killed each other," Jin grins, referencing his earlier message.
"Oh well, you know...I still have that shovel," I lightly shrug and Jin chuckles.
But Keiko is quiet.
She knows.
"We knew as soon as we asked you guys that this might end in a funeral," Keiko jokes carefully, trying to figure me out through a glass screen but this time I couldn't crack.
I couldn't.
He was their friend too.
"But it's nice to see you're both getting along," Jin finishes, a sickeningly sweet smile on his handsome face making me feel even more guilty.
They knew what they were doing.
It was working.
"You're both so important in our lives we couldn't bear it if one of you wasn't there."
I smile sadly, looking around the place and finding the cleanliness uncomfortable for the first time. I was uneasy at the lack of tossed shirts, gym socks, empty Tupperware and empty energy cans. His natural smell was gone, replaced by disinfectant.
It was so artificial in here.
Empty.
Like a museum.
I can't bear it.
Unfortunately, Jungkook had become important and the hole I felt wasn't just not seeing Ara every day and having to go back to how it was. It was that he's not here and now he actually hates me.
"Bye Ara bye! Mommy loves you!"
The conversation quickly comes to an end and I was lonely again despite the weight of the 9-month old on my lap. I look down to see her big eyes already looking up.
He's right. After today, I would be truly alone.
"cooe."
A quiet voice I almost miss.
"Kookie."
My eyes are wide in the realisation that it was in fact Ara trying to talk.
Of course.
Her first word.
It had to be him.
"Yeah, yeah I know," I mumble, sulking into the seat knowing with all my heart and for once ignoring my head, that I have to fix this.
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I drove up and down Jungkook's street 3 times before finally parking in front of his house. It was all a blur walking up to his door, even the outside of his place looked different now. Like it actually meant something.
I don't knock.
The door opens.
He sounds exasperated as if this had been my 90th time visiting him. His eyes were puffy.
Had he been crying?
"What are you doing here?"
I was kind of hopeful. I practised everything I was going to say on the drive over and suddenly taking one look at him-
I forgot it all.
Shit.
"I have something to say and, I know it's basically going from one extreme to the next with us and if you disagree this means that whatever's left of our relationship with each other and our relationship with Keiko and Jin is basically ruined. But-"
"Y/N," he stops me, worry in his eyes as he actually makes eye contact "Calm down. Where's Ara?"
He looks around and behind my shoulder for the little girl. I turn around so he can see her strapped to my back, she squeals and giggles at the sight of him.
He laughs too.
But I can't let this distract me.
"Jungkook," I sternly announce to grab his attention, his posture straightening, slightly scared of the determined look in my eyes.
"I've been trying to figure out why I'm so sad and lonely-"
"I didn't mean what I sa-"
"No," I stop him as he walks forward honestly a little nervous about what I was capable of if he was too close "I know you were angry but you know, you're right."
"I'm sad because tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and you're not gonna be there. You're not gonna be eating shit tons of rice when I'm making my morning coffee, you won't be visiting me at work, you won't be laughing at me while I yell at you for not using coasters. You won't be the last thing I see before I fall asleep and the first thing I see when I wake up and that absolutely kills me."
Jungkook is silent.
Stunned.
That was a lot.
My hands slap the side of my thighs, awkwardly finding my passionate speech with a stupid shrug. This was the part I hated when I imagined it when I had to wait for what he had to s-
His palms held my cheeks as he stepped into a kiss, silencing my paranoia and showing me instead exactly what he had to say. When he pulls away, he gazes in a way I never thought he was capable of while his thumb runs across my lip. It was a look that made me feel like both the tallest and the shortest person in the world.
"I'm gonna be there, I'm gonna be there so much you'll want me to go," Jungkook shakes his head, smiling excitedly as if he had been waiting for this. "You're the one headache I can't shake off Y/N, for all the right reasons."
His words go down sweetly, nicely and much smoother than mine. I flush, heating up the palm of his hands for free as he leans in for a spirited kiss making me stumble back slightly.
"Kookie."
He stops backing away in confusion.
"Is that...?"
"Oh yeah, it's kinda the whole reason I'm here actually."
"Wow," Jungkook smiles starry-eyed as if it was the sincerest form of flattery and victory "Wow!"
He finishes what he started, leaning in for that kiss again and giggling like a child against my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and chuckle at the feeling of Ara's legs happily kicking around behind my back.
"Come on," he says lowly against my lips "Get in I'll get you saying my name too."
"Not in front of the infant Jungkook."
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drew-mga2022mi6011 · 2 months
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Character Creation | Writing the Main Character I
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Mizu - Blue Eye Samurai
Considering that I had done substantial research, I decided to start applying this research by first creating the protagonist of my story. I wanted them to be a lone ranger, based on the solitary nature of Barbary Lions. I immediately linked this to the idea of a cold, serious protagonist and fell on the inspiration of Samurai and Western coded protagonists. From there, I began to craft a story for them.
Additionally, I realised that I wanted my protagonist to be a woman. This was for a few reasons; one, to subvert the trope of a hardened male protagonist (a la Mizu from Blue Eye Samurai) and two, lionesses are known to be more active hunters than lions, who focused more on protecting their territory. This also informs the decisions that I make based on my characters' upbringing.
Biological Information:
Name : Sameera
Age : 22
Sex : Female
Sexuality : Bisexual
Ethnicity : Amazigh (Moroccan)
How did this character come into being?
Sameera was born at the turn of the century in 1900 to her parents, who were farmers. Her father owned the land and often defended it from pests and larger mammals who were enticed by his crop. Her mother, while being a farmer herself, often went out into town to bring home food for the family.
Most meanings of Sameera relate to conversation or companionship in some way. I felt that Sameera's parents would name her this so that she would never truly be alone (leaning into her arc of self acceptance later in the story). Another reason I liked the name is because of the irony of Sameera's situation, who is in search of company in a desolate world.
How was her upbringing?
Her family lived alone, but they were free to do anything that they pleased. In her childhood, Sameera often stayed with her mother, as if tethered to her. Other times, Sameera spent her days outdoors, learning basic survival skills from her father when her mother was too busy to entertain her shenanigans. She did not know any others of her age, but she never felt lonely; she had her parents.
From time to time, she and her parents would meet other Amazigh people, who had become nomadic. She never understood why they never came around often, but she knew that the sad look in her parents' eyes lingered for days after they left.
What is an experience that shaped her as she is at the beginning of the story?
Beginning in 1912, the French began settling in and around the Atlas Mountains. Coincidentally, this was also when Sameera was deemed old enough to finally get a face tattoo like her mother. On the day that she was supposed to get a tattoo, her mother went out to the town to get kohl, wheat and a sterile knife, the ingredients needed for them to get the tattoos done themselves. As usual, Sameera tailed her as she went. The town had become emptier, most people had left for fear of impeding on colonial ground. Sameera used this opportunity to play hide and seek with her mother, who indulged her playful antics. They played until the sun touched the horizon, when her mother decided sternly that they should go home.
They returned home to a burning pile of ashen crop. In a panic, her mother dashed to search for her husband. All the while, Sameera stood frozen in fear of what had become to their home. From the corner of her eye, she saw movement; men in uniform. She screamed, but it was too late. Her mother was shot dead.
As shadowy figures approached their fresh corpse, strength returned to Sameera's legs. She fled, clutching onto the knife and supplies her mother bought for her. Once she ran until she could run no more, she found shelter in the next town over; a village of people who looked nothing like her. They certainly weren't armed like the men she saw earlier, so what choice did she have? There she lived for almost ten years, with the village elder, an old lady who found her a week later scavenging in the alleyways for food. The next morning, the lady took her to a river to bathe, where she finally gave herself a "siyala", the first tattoo Amazigh women receive. As the years went by, Sameera longed for her mother, her father, for someone like her. Every year, she would add a new tattoo to her body, just so she could feel closer with her people, with the culture that she left behind. Eventually, she grew lonely and cold to all except the elder matriarch.
When the lady was laid to rest, Sameera finally decided to set out in search of others like her. She was old enough now, and no one would miss her. She was grateful for the time spent with her guardian, but it was time for her to go. The story begins one year into her search for another.
Does she have any goals and wishes?
Sameera wants more than anything to find others like her. Ten years later, she can barely remember her parents' faces, and the guilt that plagues her long since passed, hardening her heart and conviction. She knows that she cannot do anything about the loss of her parents, or about the French taking the land over. All she cares about is connecting with someone who represents what she lost in the past.
What is the view from her window?
After she left, Sameera adopted a nomadic lifestyle, often setting up camp in more deserted or secluded areas of the mountain, away from any colonial influence. All she sees are sand, rocks and dry shrubbery for miles.
Occasionally, she would venture to the colder forests of the mountains, but never for too long. She only went there in search of her people, not because she liked the cold.
What is a typical morning like for her?
Her day starts at the crack of dawn, just before the sun rises. Often times, she collects rations from the towns that she visits on her travels. Once she cleans herself up, she starts a fire and uses a pot she stores in her backpack to cook up a meal with those rations. Since she's never in one place, Sameera tries to set up camp somewhere close to a source of water for convenience. Once she eats, she rolls up her tent and begins her journey anew.
Asking these questions was instrumental in figuring out what kind of person Sameera is, they offered me a peek into her soul that I could not glean otherwise. Now that I understand her story and what makes her her, I can move on to creating a design for the character.
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faint-kitten · 5 months
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I drew lifeline Drinking from a Juice box for a video I was doing in MS paint and made a gif of it.
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In the video, I was using a pheonix kit which was purple, it was a half second of dead time I left in between "goofs" and I decided it was a "juice break"
The original idea was to just have her sitting there kicking her feet but that wasn't something I thought I could do. This led to me making a gif of lifeline drinking juice, the problem was I couldn't quite get her eyes to look right. So I just kept trying shit until I liked it. I ended up liking the beady eyes, so I animated them looking left and right. Didn't really like how mean it made her seem, so I added some bigger eyes for a second and it ended up making her look like she noticed something.
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(Original gif, drawn and animated by me) I input the original gif into the video (queued for later today) and wasn't satified with it, so i started messing around with a torso. The original idea was a cute chibi thing where I'd hide her lack of arms behind the juice box, but the angle of her lips and the box meant I only hid one arm. I tried to make her arm stick out at an angle as if she was leaning back and it didn't really work, it looks like she's holding onto somthing. So my current thought process is: what if I put D.O.C there? I also want to re-visit the idea of her feet kicking, but they'd probably wag side to side. During this time I noticed she had no hair comming out from under her bandana and made an attempt to fix that. Once I had her arms, I knew I needed her shirt, once I had her shirt I knew I needed her booba, once I had that I knew her arms would need tattoos and basically it descended into "What can I draw, what am I willing to draw, how much can I leave out and still have it be lifeline." Her arm is supposed to have something on it, and her earpeice should have a coil emitting from it, but I would have drawn that and it would have led to no where. So for the current version it's left out. Hair is stupid hard for me, I tried several things for her buns and I'm not sure it wasn't smarter to just leave them plain red, I might take out the hair lines in future versions. I added the IV bag, and left out her pouch on her leg because that would simply be too much, what I'm thinking is, I re draw it, and I add DOC.
Her feet could waggle back and forth Her hip pocket and odd hand placement could be hidden by D.O.C. being there. And if he's just "sleeping" and perks up in the same frame she does, it might seem like they're scouting the battlefield or something. Idk it's a lot of effort for something that ultimately was for literally a 2 second part of a clip. In the end I'm happy with it, it's a bit messy (oh lord even as I look at it her hairline jumps right above her ear, my fault for trying to color select and copy and paste it. Typically all the drawing is done in MS paint and the head, the juice box, and the body are all separate elements. The head is easier to line up, so all I have to change are the eyes. Then just layer them and assemble them in GIMP, then export as a gif. I dunno if I'm going to work on a version 3 or not.
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dzpenumbra · 1 year
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1/21/23
This month is flying by. I didn't sleep well last night. My cat didn't come to bed for the second consecutive night. I think her hips are flaring up or something, I don't know. I don't want to bug her. I got up early, got my weighted blanket and came down to sleep in the comfy chair with her. She was... very aggressively hungry. And I refused to get up because I was nodding off tired. And it was a bad combo. She ended up going after my arms and legs to like... make me get her food. I was very upset with this. It's bad enough to fight with "friends" and family, but... conflict with her is just... it's a special kind of horrible.
I have no idea how she's so hungry. I haven't changed anything about her diet in like a month, at least. She was extremely pissed that I didn't get her food like 2 hours earlier than normal. I don't know, maybe I should just do it next time. I ended up doing it in the end, but like. Yeah, that moment stuck with me, because she was clearly sending a message and I just... don't know what to do. I can't feed her earlier, I'm supposed to be catching up on sleep, I haven't had a full night's sleep in like... I don't even remember anymore. If I feed her dinner later... she just gets pissed at that time of day. It's just a no-win situation. And I can't do snacks or treats or anything because of the thyroid shit so this is just... how things are. Ugh.
Yoga was good. I immediately started work on my new necklace and that ended up being a whole-day project. It's still not even close to complete. I got my wrapped bloodstone out, arranged the tiger's eye and obsidian beads in a pattern I liked, picked out some wooden beads I want to add in to separate them... and then decided to decorate the raw wood beads. First I was going to draw on them, then I decided it might be easier to dye them and then carve away the ink? Mostly because archival ink was just smearing, it wasn't soaking into the wood. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to seal it in, and it would just smear and come off. I decided to dye the beads with my old Kuro Sumi tattoo ink. It sure ain't getting any other use. -_-
I decided this was as good a time as any to finally whip up that beeswax/oil wood finish mix, which was surprisingly easy to make. Then I dyed the beads, which was also very quick and simple. I started laundry while they dried. When I got back, I decided to try to seal one of the beads and the ink just... mixed with the wax paste and got everywhere. I have no idea how much ink actually absorbed into the wood or if it just caked onto it or something. To reduce the risk of black staining - because this ink is like... super permanent - I ended up deciding to go for more of an eroded look, and tried to strip off as much of the caked-on ink as I could. This took forever, in fact... my wrist is struggling to type right now because of it. Rubbing alcohol, the scouring pad side of a sponge, 130 grit sandpaper, just over and over. For 12 beads, one by one. When that was done, I popped a coat of the wax on and they've been chillin ever since. They came out pretty decent, I'll see tomorrow how they look with the stones.
The only step left after that is the weaving, which I was expecting to do most of the day today, but didn't do at all. I'm planning to do a... 6 strand... but doubled over, so technically 3 strand... and I'm planning to take a paper clip and shape part of it into a ringlet to start my weave on. That will end up being the anchor point for the clasp that will be tied to the other end. Then I'm going to weave about half the length of the side on both sides... so... probably about... 8-9 inches total? Maybe some square knots inbetween the beads to break it up a bit too. I'll play it by ear. I'm excited to see how it turns out.
That consumed the entire day. Not a bad thing, of course. Today was just... art problem solving, music and laundry. Planning to pick up where I left off tomorrow.
No deep thoughts tonight. No psychoanalysis. No dissecting the psyche and pondering existence. Just... I made some things that I'm conflicted on whether they're cool or not. But I made things, and they are uniquely mine. And that. THAT is art. Because I could go buy dyed beads off the shelf. Or order them delivered to my door via the internet. But these beads have the same exact ink in them that I injected manually into my own skin. There was a process. They are the first of their kind. They were handled individually and were crafted with intention by a person. I will always have the memory of the intense smell of rubbing alcohol as I tried to strip off the excess ink without staining my countertops. Devin Townsend's Nightwork in my ears. Those pieces were part of my life, they have a place in my memory. You can't say that about mass produced shit. You can't say that about emulated shit. So even if these beads aren't right for this piece, I'm 100% keeping them and using them for something. They are special!
And with this theory, it really makes me think - there is no bad art but lazy art. Art that intends to cut as many corners as possible to avoid being what it is claiming to be. I mean, I honestly am not sure if bad art is even a thing, but like... if it were? I'd think that's it. Because, typically, when you cut corners... that just means someone (or something) else is filling in the gaps. And the piece ends up being an expression of that person. Not the artist. So... it's still art, you know. But it's not your art. Right? Okay, I can tell I'm very overtired. I literally just said "no deep thoughts tonight" a paragraph and a half ago, I WAS SO CLOSE!!!
Sleep time.
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atu-and-zuni · 3 years
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hey @frutavel? yeah i care she
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drakenology · 3 years
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the yakuza wife - yakuzaboss!bakugo x housewife reader - inspired by @hanji-is-life ‘s sexy ass. 
yakuza au
tw: violence, sadism, mentions of blood, smut, cum, cussing, daddy/ddlg kinks undertones, mentions of guns, very much harley quinn and joker only joker actually loves harley in this ya know?
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“where the fuck is my money?” bakugo asks this bludgeoned man tied up to a metal chair in some god forsaken warehouse god only knows where. 
“please sir, i’ll get it to you as soon as I can! please stop!” the man pleads, flinching when bakugo raises his fist to land a mean left hook into his jaw with a dark chuckle. 
“you know you shouldn’t borrow from people if you have no intentions in payin’ em back. it’s fuckin’..” he pauses before taking a crowbar and bashing the man in both his knees, blood curdling screams filling the empty space. “rude!”
bakugo smirks as the man begs for mercy, pulling a set of pliers of his pocket and holding them up to the man’s face to tease him, grabbing by his neck to make him meet his intimidating gaze. 
“shoulda thought of that before trying to playing me for a fuckin’ fool.. hey, I wonder how many teeth I can pull outta ya before your weak ass passes out.” he grunts, waving the plier in his face until the sound of his phone ringing stops him from doing anything.
“you’re lucky I gotta take this.” he mumbles, taking a piece of dirty cloth and shoving it into his mouth to keep him quiet.
bakugo turns away and rolls up his sleeve, setting up his tools for torture as he answers the phone. 
“hi baby!” you chime, at the mall having the time of your life with his credit card. 
“hey. ‘m workin’ whaddaya want?” he says, holding up his pliers and sitting them down on the table as his hostage screams in the background. 
“just checking on you, dummy! whatcha want for dinner, hm? i know you haven’t eaten yet.” you say, holding up different dresses to your frame to imagine yourself in them. “hey, pink or powder blue?”
“pink. and ‘m not hungry. you’ve got security with you, right baby?” he asks, kicking the man onto the floor with a loud thud. 
“of course. you won’t let me leave the house without them.” you respond, not even paying attention to the muffled screams you hear in the background. you’ve learned not to ask too many questions when it comes to being a yakuza wife. 
“gotta keep my baby safe, right? listen, princess I gotta go. i’ll be home before 9 okay?” 
you suck your teeth and roll your eyes, “fine. be careful okay?”
“always am. love you baby.” as he hangs up and returns to his task. 
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the difference between you and katsuki was night and day. everyone knew you to be so sweet and kind; unbeknownst to them all how you ended up with a cretin like Bakugo. even though Katsuki was immoral in many ways, he knew marrying you was the right thing to do. who else would want to dress his wounds and pick out his suits for the day?
katsuki demanded you quit your job. in fact he came with you to put in your two weeks notice, tough scowl staining his features as your boss signed the approval with shaking hands.
from that day on he ensured you were well taken care of and that marrying him and becoming his housewife came with many perks.
for starters, your husband was loaded. all those years of extorting and money laundering paid off every time you come home with a couple shopping bags from the mall.
katsuki loved lavishing you in the finest of everything, adoring how you look in designer. so much so, he fucks you by the bay window of your luxury penthouse, the Chanel dress he just bought you hiked up over your ass as his calloused fingers make way into your mouth. you’re pinned to the glass, bare breasts pressed against the window as he railed you from behind. and he wonders why you turned out to be a spoiled brat.
your gifts always made you stand out above the rest. many men fawn over you and he knows this. just a small price to pay for having a fine ass wife. but if anyone ever forgot their place, if anyone ever got to close. well. that’d be the last time you’d ever see them. course you have no idea why. but even though katsuki loved you with all his heart, you could be a real pain in the ass. you were so bratty, especially when he was busy. 
one day you came trotting into his office in the middle of some business deal. whatever. your jimmy choos popped and you needed a new pair before the yacht party you were attending started. 
“daddy’s taking care of business right now, okay? go wait outside.”
“no! you promised we’d go shopping! I need new shoes what the fuck am I supposed to do with these?” you whine, pouting like usual to get your way. bakugo’s brow raised, walking towards you and gesturing for the meeting to continue without him. his hand rested on your lower back as he escorted you out.  
he fucked your brains in in the next room for disobeying him, panties around your ankles, your charm anklet jingling as he picked up your legs. 
“spoiled fuckin’ brat. told you to wait didn’t I? hm? or did you make a scene ‘cause you wanted my dick?” your head hangs back as your hips are held down by him, thrusts brutal as you cry for him to slow down, face turned away from his. he grabs your chin and turns you around harshly with his scarred and calloused hands, bruised knuckles turning white with a tight grip. 
“look at me when i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you.” 
he came inside you when he was done, pulling your panties up for you as it dripped down your leg. 
“now.. back to what I was doin’. tell the driver to take your ass home.” he huffs with a zip of his pants and a shake in his sleeves to fix them. bakugo leaves you on the desk, leaving the door cracked for you to leave when you got yourself together. and when you did you could hardly hold yourself up, holding your high heels in your hand as you limp to the car waiting outside for you. 
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having a yakuza boss as a husband was always exciting. something in you liked the danger; the thrill.
you tell this tale to your other socialite girlfriends and they almost never believe you.
you were out with bakugo on a date when work called. to your dismay, he had to get up and leave. you insisted on being brought along, hating being left alone in that big house that was often empty without him. he agreed but only if you promised to be quiet like a good little girl. 
when you arrive at some warehouse (the same one mentioned earlier), a man was already hog tied on the ground, muffled screams behind a piece of duck tape as bakugo ripped it off. you sat by a table, legs folded in annoyance. this interrupted date night? you scoff and fold your arms. 
“ah. good seeing you old friend. remember me?” he asks, taunting him a little with a gun in his hand pressing it against his jaw as the man let out muffled pleas for him not to shoot. 
“you tried stealing from me. fuckin’ idiot. my boys caught you in some hotel with your little girlfriend. did you think you were gonna have a victory fuck after you made off with my money, hm?” bakugo asks, hitting him upside the head with the butt of his pistol.
you jump at the sound of the blow, a small part of you turned on watching your husband beat the crap out of a complete stranger. your pussy starts to ache when you peer over at bakugo’s strong tattooed arms as he flung his jacket aside, rolling his white sleeves up to ensure his expensive suit doesn’t get soiled. 
“oh fuck, where are my manners? this is my lovely wife, y/n. say hi baby.” he coos at you, a switch from rough to gentle when he spoke to you. you smile and wave, the hostage sobbing out a weak greeting when bakugo demands him to. 
“anyways. what’d you do with the money, asswipe? gonna tell me or are you gonna make me fuck you up in front of my pretty wife. god, look at ‘er, ain’t she gorgeous? you know I was about 30 minutes from railing her before you had to go along and ruin our night. I should kill you right here.” bakugo turns his head towards you with a sick look in his eye. 
“whaddaya think, princess? what should I do to this motherfucker, huh?” he asks. 
“smack him again. he ruined date night.” you grumble, folding your arms. 
“he sure did, baby.” bakugo says, punching the hostage in his jaw. he gestured for his men to crowd around him, all of them taking turns kicking and beating him with metal bars. katsuki walks towards you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, a bit of blood on his knuckles as he pulled your hair. god, this whole situation was sick. but why was it so hot?
bakugo carries you away to the car, tells the driver to fuck off somewhere while he rails you in the back seat, knowing his men will take care of the rest of what he started inside the warehouse. you straddle his lap, bouncing up and down on his stiff cock as the car rocked back and forth. the car windows fog up as your body heat commingled throughout the space, your hands pressing against the glass to gain to balance as you rode his fat cock. 
“fuck, daddy. you’re so hot when you’re handling business. ooh, you’re dick’s so hard.” you purr, bakugo’s hand pinching and playing with your breast as his hips thrust upwards. He smirks at you, almost a bit shocked you got as turned on as he did from the pain he inflicted.
“hmm, I know baby. god, you’re sick. getting this wet from watching me beat up some punk. dirty fuckin’ girl.” he huffed into your hair, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck followed by harsh nibbles.
truth is even though you were so sweet and caring, you had a dark side no one knew about. I mean why else would you marry into the yakuza? 
you were both fucking insane. 
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Bets With a Vegas Boy
summary: When Spencer and Reader make a bet with high stakes, their stubborn sides show, but when a consulting officer has his eyes on reader, Spencer has to step in.
word count: 4.9k
warnings: SMUT (breeding kink, daddy kink, a bit of degradation, semipublic sex,) unrequited flirting, criminal minds style violence, suggested cannibalism, reader has multiple tattoos
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader
A/N: This took me forever to finish as I was on vacation! I hope you all enjoy it!
“Y/N, have you ever met Reid? You’re supposed to be smart, why would you willingly sign up for this?” You scoffed at JJ’s words. When Penelope Garcia is involved it seems that no news traveled slowly, proven by the entire BAU’s new knowledge of the bet you had made with boy genius after bickering about which of you was more clingy. “JJ, you really underestimate me that much?” She shook her head in disbelief “You know that’s not it, but come on Y/N! Seriously, he’s banned from every casino in Vegas! Why would you bet against that?” “JJ, he was banned because he can count cards. It’s not like we’re playing Black Jack for christ’s sake!” She weighed the idea for a moment and you could see the wheels turning in her head. “Okay that’s true, but still. He’s the most stubborn man I’ve ever met. I seriously hope whatever he has in mind for your forfeit isn’t as bad as yours.” You laughed, imaging Spencer in the predicament you were positive he would be in the thick of by the end of the week.
“I think he’d look good with one, you don’t agree?” JJ rolled her eyes as you both made your way out of the elevator towards the glass doors. “That’s not my point Y/N, don’t you think it’s a little harsh? I mean he’s not like you, how do you know he’d even want one?” You smirked, remembering the first time you’d met Dr. Spencer Reid. You had been brought on to the team a few short years ago after an implemented policy that required an even amount of field agents so there were partners for every investigation. You thought it was a bit condescending, requiring the most brilliant minds in the nation to follow the buddy system, but it gave you a job and for that you were thankful. It had its perks though, one of which being your immediate pairing with Reid. You were as young as him and not far behind in brilliance. What you lacked in eidetic memory and forgein language fluency, you more than made up for in marksmanship and street smarts. You and Reid got along fine, even if it was a bit tense at first. He was thoroughly convinced he didn’t need a babysitter.
“I’m a grown man! Why would I need to be watched every second of the day? The last thing we need is a liability.” you remembered the words like it was yesterday. You had been approaching him from behind, and overheard his rant. “Well, technically since we’re the same age, I’d hardly consider myself a babysitter. Would you trust your child’s care with someone their age?” Spencer had turned himself around so fast he’d almost fallen off the desk he was perched atop. “Y-you must be Agent Y/N! It’s uh nice to meet you?” He cringed at the tone of his voice, and you burst out with giggles before shaking your head. “Don’t worry Dr. Reid, I understand it must be a difficult situation for you. I mean, if I were the resident genius I wouldn’t take too kindly to the idea of being shown up either.” The dark-skinned woman who had previously been engaging him in his sour mood let out a surprised chuckle and you watched his face turn from embarrassment to shock and finally settle on disbelief. “Wh- Excuse me?” You felt your stomach begin to cramp as his reaction made you laugh further and you clutched your files against your chest. You fought to catch your breath for a few seconds before regaining your composure. “Excuse my reaction, Dr. Reid but I couldn’t resist. No hard feelings?” He nodded mutely and you saw a soft smile crack through his mock stern expression. You turned to introduce yourself to the woman next to him, Tara Lewis. You made small talk for a few more minutes while Reid scribbled away at his desk before Emily called all of you to the round table with a case.
Nerves had struck you then, and you stood frozen instead of joining Tara in her stride. “Y/N, everything okay?” You jumped slightly as you heard Reid’s voice from behind you. “Oh! Yes, sorry!” You moved out of his way, trying your best not to stumble over an empty desk and failing miserably. He stretched his hands out and caught you, much to your embarrassment. “Are you sure you’re okay? Are you feeling ill?” You shook your head quickly. “No! No, I'm fine, really.” He looked into your eyes and you tried to ignore the sparks you felt deep in your chest. “Y/N you’re working with profilers now, lying that poorly will never work around here.” His joke succeeded in its attempt to lighten the mood and you let out a soft laugh despite your anxiety. “I’m just a little nervous I guess. I didn’t expect to have a case so soon.” He nodded and his thumb absentmindedly rubbed soothing circles on your sleeve. “I understand. We all felt that way at first. I won’t say it’s easy, but we’re all here to support you. Take a few deep breaths.” You did as he instructed and you felt your nerves ease as he consoled you. “That’s better. Besides, what could you have to worry about? You have the best partner here.” You laughed, and he released your arm. “I’ll meet you in there.” and with that he left you standing there trying to lock down the feelings he had just arisen in you. “Nice Y/N, crush on your partner first thing. What a great start.” you muttered to yourself
A few moments later you joined the rest of the team at the table and quickly reviewed the case, before lifting off 45 minutes later to a small town in Georgia. Everything felt like a whirlwind and you did your best to keep up. True to what Spencer had said, the team helped you get your bearings and by the end of the night you were making great strides along with the rest of them. It was near midnight when Emily dismissed you all to the hotel a few blocks away to get a few hours of rest. You were thankful, having poorly attempted to drown your tiredness with watery coffee from the small pot at the station, and you made your way to the hotel as swiftly as you could manage. When you were all gathered in the lobby, Emily handed out the keycards and it quickly dawned on you how the room assignments would work. You tried to shake off the thought and prayed that the night would go quickly. It made sense to just put the partners together, it made keeping track of everyone easier and allowed for quick communication between the team. You told yourself all the reasons it was logical as you made your way up to your room.
Spencer left you to your thoughts, but he could see how hard you were focusing. He unlocked the door and the lights switched on as you both made your way towards your beds. You heard him ask you something, and turned awkwardly to face him “Sorry, what’d you say?” He looked at you, a mix of amusement and concern on his face. “I asked if you wanted to shower first. Are you okay?” “Oh! Yeah, thanks. I’m okay, just thinking about the case.” You hoped you had lied better this time and were relieved that he seemed to buy it. “Just try to shut your mind off of it for now, I know it’s hard. Trust me, you’ll feel much better when you’re refreshed.” You nodded at his words and pulled some pajamas out of your go-bag. “Thanks Spencer. I’ll try not to take too long.” He shrugged you off “No worries, take your time.” You shut yourself behind the door and tried to shake the feelings out of your head. “Get a grip Y/N. You’re being crazy.” You scolded yourself before showering. You hurried despite Spencer’s insistence and quickly made your way out of the shower to dry yourself off. You applied lotion to your ink-covered skin and slipped on your shorts and t-shirt before drying your hair as fast as you could and making your way out of the bathroom. You dropped your folded clothes on top of your bag, alerting Spencer that you were done.
“That was fast, you really didn’t have to-” his words died in his throat as he looked up from the file in his lap and caught sight of your legs, covered in the intricate artwork that stretched across the skin. You tried to ignore his watchful gaze. “It’s no problem! I wanted to save you some hot water.” He thanked you quietly and made his way to the bathroom hurriedly, trying not to look at you again. You tried to fall asleep but you couldn’t get him out of your head. A few more minutes passed and he made his way over to his bed, trying to will the awkward tension out of the room. You both eventually managed to fall asleep without speaking another word.
The tension continued to grow over the next few months and the rest of the team were getting sick of watching you two dance around each other. You both denied any advances, shot down the chance to go out on any of the numerous blind dates members of the team offered to set up, and chose instead to trade glances across the bullpen and divulge your personal lives over breakroom lunches. Eventually, they made plans for a team outing and convinced you both to attend. Penelope made reservations at a nice restaurant, announcing that everyone just had to try their food. That night however, you showed up to Spencer waiting awkwardly at a table for two in the back corner with a sour face. “Where’s the rest of the team?” You asked him, taking the seat across from him. “Apparently they’ve all had to cancel. Luckily, the reservation was for two.” His eyes narrowed in suspicion and you made a mental note to scold Garcia. “Well, since we’re here I’m happy to eat. I’m starving.” Spencer’s eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly, agreeing with you.  After an evening of great food and better wine, the rest was history, and you found yourself thanking Garcia the next day instead. You and Spencer had been dating for just over two years now, though he’d be able to count it down to the second you’d showed up looking angelic at the restaurant that night. You both complimented each other perfectly and you had a relationship stronger than either of you could have dreamed of.
“Hello?? Y/N are you even listening to me?” JJ’s words and nudge against your shoulder brought you back to present day and you snapped your eyes back to her face. “Yes! Sorry JJ I was just thinking… Anyways, we’ve talked about it before. He loves all of mine, and he’s talked about getting one. He’s just afraid of the pain, and too indecisive to choose what he wants.” You blushed softly as you thought about the many nights spent in your shared bed, Spencer tracing the black lines with his fingertips. He adored them and thought they made you especially unique, not to mention he found them extremely sexy. He favored the black sun on your ribcage, shaded to perfection. Even when you were clothed he would run his hand along the fabric that covered the piece.
“Well still, if you do happen to win, I can’t imagine he’ll go along with it.” You smirked and shook your head. “We’ll see about that JJ.” You both sat at your desks, and began to work through your piles of paperwork. You were thankful there was no case that needed your immediate attention, but paperwork always made you feel like a nap by the time lunch came around. You pushed yourself away from your desk, and stood to find yourself nearly chest to chest with your boyfriend who had stood at the same time. “Oh, sorry Spence. I just need coffee.” You maneuvered your way around him, missing the way he would usually grab your hips to aid you. He followed you to the break room and you poured him a cup as well leaving plenty of room for sugar. Instead of handing it to him with a quick peck on the cheek however, you left it on the counter to be picked up. “You really think you can go a week without touching me?” You heard his voice from the doorway. “It’s already been 3 days.” You said uninterestedly with a shrug, and he eyed you suspiciously. “Okay fine, no. I just think I can go longer than you can.” You finally admitted, smirking back at him.
He grabbed the mug from the counter, adding several teaspoons of sugar before taking a sip. “We’ll see about that. You’re the one that’s always curling yourself around me.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh yeah, like you hate it. You’re the one that’s always rubbing my back and holding my hand under tables. Even when we’re on the metro home you’ve got your hand in mine.” He narrowed his eyes at you and stuck his tongue out, making you chuckle. “Very mature Dr. Reid. I can’t wait to win.” He opened his mouth to argue but was interrupted by Luke who stuck his head in to alert you both of the new case you’d be working. You let out a long sigh. “So much for paperwork.” The three of you made your way to the round table and sat, Spencer curling his hand into a fist to keep himself from subconsciously reaching over to place his hand on your leg.
“So, we are assisting in a local case this time, with Washington state PD about a string of murders in the homeless community. However, there’s been hefty construction in their field office so they will be joining us here.” Penelope quickly took the lead after Emily’s announcement and filled you all in about the details. She ran through the few details the local PD managed to uncover on their own and the team had only managed a few minutes of brainstorming when a group of police officers made their way through the glass doors of the BAU. There were only a handful of officers which surprised all of you, and Emily led the rest of you out of the conference room, beelining her way to the chief. “Hello, Landon. It’s nice to see you again.” She shook his hand briefly. “Likewise Emily, though I wish it was under different circumstances.” “As do I. I’m sorry for the miscommunication, I was under the impression that your entire force would be joining us. Is that not the case?” The chief, Landon Bridges you now knew him as, shook his head. “We knew you had a pretty tight space and we have a lot of members. I brought a few people from each department and figured it’d be easiest to fill everyone else in periodically. We didn’t want to overflow your space and leave no room to work.” Emily nodded and rested her hand on his shoulder. “I appreciate the thought, thank you. This is the rest of my team. SSAs Jennifer Jareau, Luke Alves, Matt Simmons, David Rossi, Y/N Y/L/N, Drs Spencer Reid and Tara Lewis, and our technical analyst Penelope Garcia.” You all gestured as Emily quickly introduced you, and a short time later you were all acquainted and working throughout the bullpen. You and Spencer were just beginning to start the geographical profile when one of the Washington police officers, Kline, made his way over to you. “Pardon me agents, do you need any help?” You looked up from your section of the grid lines and smiled at him which he returned brightly, but before you could answer, Spencer dismissed him. Kline’s face fell slightly but he nodded and made his way over to where Tara and Luke were reviewing the last known areas of the victims.
You turned and stared at Spencer in disbelief. He looked up after a few seconds, feeling your eyes burning a hole through the top of his head. “Yes?” You glared at him harder, before railing into him in a hushed tone “Don’t ‘yes?’ me. That was insanely rude. They’re here to help us! Quit acting all high and mighty.” He stared back at you and you saw the stubbornness light up his eyes. “Why should I? We could solve this case twice as fast without them getting in the way.” He knew he was talking too loud, and was more than aware of Kline who was staring at his back with  a sour look resting on his face. “Spencer! I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to fix it. You’re being an ass.” He rolled his eyes and you both let out a sigh before looking back down at the maps covering the desktop beneath you.
A few hours passed before you and Spencer finished the geographical profile, and you gestured Kline over to ask him a few questions about the area you’d narrowed down. Spencer noticed he had made his way to your side and bit his lip to keep himself silent. “Officer Kline, can you tell me anything about this area of the block? It seems like a lot of our victims were last seen in this area.” He eyed the map where red ink stained the paper and pondered for a few seconds. “Well, there’s not much out there really. A few older shops and some construction to the east” he gestured to the empty spot of land on the map “but nothing of real interest. We don’t usually get calls for the homeless population over here either. There’s not really much shelter so they don’t usually go towards this way” Your brow furrowed and you nodded, thanking him but before he could get another word in Spencer piped up. “Kline, if the homeless population doesn’t “Go that way” he mocked the officer in front of you, and Kline tensed up in response “then why are they all disappearing from the area? Does that make sense to you?”
Kline struggled to respond and you glared at Spencer before assuring Kline there was no need for him to pay Spencer any mind, excusing his behavior with a rambling about late nights and too little coffee. Kline walked away and you stared Spencer down for several seconds before making your way towards the main group to deliver the geographic profile, leaving Spencer to sulk. You continued to avoid Spencer until you were sent out to investigate the block you sectioned off with Emily and JJ. You opted to drive which left Spencer in the passenger seat, fuming at your silent treatment and JJ and Emily trying to fight the tension in the SUV to no avail.
You parked the SUV a few blocks away and the four of you walked the rest of the way to avoid raising too much suspicion. You were standing in the center of the unsubs hot zone when you noticed a line of people clustered in front of one of the more rundown buildings. The building had wide front windows that had been taped over with brown paper, as well as the glass doors. You and Spencer approached the group warily, trying to get closer to see the poorly written signs on the door.
“DISCOUNT MEAT - PRE-COOKED”
“12pm-12am”
You gestured Emily and JJ over and the four of you quickly aimed to disperse the crowd much to their displeasure. After several minutes of arguing and multiple badge flashes you managed to succeed and stood outside the door ready to investigate once the owner opened his doors. Fifteen minutes had passed without any sign of movement from the inside and Spencer began to shift anxiously, causing you to do the same. A few more seconds passed and you heard the locks on the door click, reaching your hand around to rest on your holster automatically. As soon as the door opened, Emily pushed through holding her badge and announcing the reason for your investigation.
The shop owner immediately demanded you leave and not return unless you had a warrant. “Actually, because this is no longer a registered business it becomes property of the town and therefore is subject to any kind of local or national investigation under Property law 14, sections 3a-3f go more in depth about the issue if you feel the need to verify.” Spencer explained the situation while sifting through the counter drawers, leaving the man to sit in silent rage while Emily and JJ questioned him. You bent over to fiddle with a padlock on a hollowed bench seat on the far wall and pulled one of the pins out of your hair to pick it. A few seconds of tampering later, the lock gave way with a satisfying click and you pulled the bench open. A rancid smell hit your nose and stomach before you could process what you were seeing. Body parts were wrapped in butcher's paper and poorly taped, and you fought to keep your breakfast down as you slammed the bench shut. Emily then stood the man up and cuffed him, while reciting the miranda rights. JJ followed her out and you followed her quickly, trying and failing to erase the memory from your mind.
Back at the office, the rest of the team and several of the officers had already begun processing the unsubs case and there was little left to be done by the time you returned. You filled out your files and quickly wrote out your account of the incident before heading to the breakroom for a cup of coffee. You pulled your mug down from the shelf and pressed your favorite individual pod into the machine and pressed the button to let it run. You were digging in the fridge for your creamer when a deep voice startled you
“Little late for coffee isn’t it?” You turned swiftly to find Kline standing in the doorway and you let out a small sigh. “When you work like we do, it’s never too late for coffee” You smiled and made your cup to your taste, taking a long sip. You expected Kline to just grab what he wanted and leave, but instead he continued to make awkward conversation despite you going so far as to begin scrolling through your phone. “So, that Spencer guy is really a piece of work huh?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes and instead remained focused on your screen, telling yourself that he just didn’t get the chance to see the good side of Spencer like everyone else there had. “He’s really not a bad guy, he’s just had a long day. We all have.” Kline nodded but moved closer to you, so close that you could smell his headache-inducing cologne. “I’m just saying, if I had the opportunity to work with you every day, I wouldn’t waste my time arguing with you. I’d treat you right.”
You shifted uncomfortably, praying he would pick up on your uneasiness and back off but instead he moved to corner you against the counter. You tried to excuse yourself but your voice caught in your throat.
“Kline, I really overestimated you. I figured even a man as dimwitted as yourself would be able to tell when a woman isn’t interested but here we are.” Your head snapped up towards the doorway where Spencer was standing. Kline turned around and prepared himself to tell your boyfriend off when he froze. Spencer had the look in his eye that sent chills down your spine and made it very aware to Kline that there was no use fighting. He quickly left the room and you and Spencer held eye contact for several seconds before he spoke again “Meet me in the storage room at the end of the hall in 2 minutes.” His voice made your legs feel weak and you nodded, dumping the contents of your mug down the drain, keeping your pace in check as you slipped into the hallway.
You had barely unlatched the door when Spencer pushed it the rest of the way open and you felt yourself being dragged into the dimly lit space. You barely had time to let out a surprised squeak when you felt his lips against your throat, turning your noise into one of pleasure. His kisses quickly turned sharp, applying the expertly rehearsed amount of pressure to avoid marks but to still send shockwaves of heat to your core. “Spence” his name left your lips in a whine while he busied himself unbuttoning your blouse. “Spencer, you just lost the bet.” You felt a smirk grow across your face that disappeared as he hiked your skirt up to your hips while rubbing your clit through your panties. “Fuck the bet, Y/N. I’m sick of seeing you walk around here clueless. You know I’ve been all over Kline’s ass, little girl?” His voice dropped lower and he lifted you up to push you against the wall. “It’s because he couldn’t stop looking at yours.” You let out a moan as he pushed your panties to the side, slipping two of his fingers into you.
“Fuck baby, you’re so wet. Did me getting all protective of you turn you on? You like making daddy jealous?” You shook your head as well as you could manage, trying to keep your volume in check. “Answer me pet, or you’re not gonna get daddy’s cock in you like I know you’re desperate for.” You whimpered at his words  “No! I-I wasn’t trying to make you jealous daddy I swear!” You stuttered as he began to spread you further with his fingers. He smiled against the exposed skin of your chest before removing his fingers. “That’s my good girl. You ready for daddy?” You nodded as he fiddled with his belt buckle, moaning in anticipation as he released his cock from his slacks. You bit your lip as he ran the tip over your folds, sucking in a harsh breath as he pushed himself deep inside you. He let you adjust for a moment while he sucked at your neck again. “Daddy, please move. Please, I need you.” He let his hips move, pulling almost all the way out of you before slamming you forward into the wall again. You let out a moan as he thrusted in and out of you. You felt like your skin was on fire, the lack of touch over the past days made everything more intense.
A few more minutes passed and you felt yourself growing dangerously close to the edge. “Spence I’m gonna cum” you felt his pace grow even more rapid and he circled your clit with his thumb. “I’m gonna cum inside you angel. I’m gonna fill you up with my kid. You want that huh? Want everyone to know that you belong to me, don’t you?” You moaned at his words “God yes, please daddy. Please cum inside me!” You felt his hips stutter under you and a familiar warmth as you finally climaxed. Your toes curled and your head fell back against the wall, trying to catch your breath.
“God Y/N that was amazing.” You let out a soft whimper as he pulled out of you and lowered you back down to your feet. He kissed you, pulling you closer than before. “I love you Spencer. Only you.” He touched the tip of his nose to yours and returned your words, while you both caught your breath. A few minutes later you both exited the closet, and tried to smoothly make your way back to your desks. Washington PD had finished the bureau required paperwork and had already left so things were much quieter.
You had just sat down when JJ looked up from her computer. “So Spence, whatcha gonna get?” His head snapped up and your cheeks flushed. “Wh-What?” he managed to stutter out. “From the diner? Garcia said she would run out and get dinner.” You both let out simultaneous sighs of relief and told her what you wanted, settling in for a long night.
The next weekend you had free, you found yourselves in one of your favorite spots. The low pitched buzzing added to Spencer’s anxiety as he tried to divert his focus to the bright neon signs. You held his hand, stroking it with your thumb as you waited for your tattoo artist and best friend, Vannessa, to finish Spencer’s design. You tried to distract him but before long she called you back to the table and you heard his breathing quicken. You helped him get settled on the table while Vannessa applied the stencil. She adjusted it until Spencer and you both approved and then she started. Spencer tightened his grip on your hand as she traced the lines while you murmured words of encouragement in his ear. Half an hour later, she was running Spencer through the after care process while wrapping his forearm up. You paid her and made your way out of the shop after thanking her.
Slipping into the driver’s seat, you watched as Spencer carefully maneuvered his way into the car, fastening his seatbelt and resting his arm against the door. The streetlight shining through his window highlighted his forearm perfectly, revealing the perfectly mimicked shape of a shaded black sun.
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