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Peaky blinders headcannon ->

“the boys finding out the reader is a virgin”

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Tommy🪖

🪖Tommy had been courting you for a good few months now; much longer than he would any other woman. But he quite liked you so he was more than willing to make an exception for the lovely young lady that had just moved to the area.

🪖You’d moved for a fresh start, away from your past and to Birmingham. You’d packed your bags and left home and got on the train - taking it as far as it would go and got out when the conductor pleaded with you to disembark as they’d start the journey back to your beginnings.

🪖You’d accepted the job at The Garrison, noting the sign in the window as you aimlessly wandered the streets, mindlessly questioning your intentions. The sign in the window was almost a call from God and you hurried inside, being greeted by the bar man and a few raised eyebrows at the young girl with her life in a suitcase and hair all tangled. “Y’alright love? Look like you need a drink.” You shook your head. “A job is what I need. Still hiring?” You asked and he looked you over once. “When can you start?”

🪖So eleven months deep with a flat and a job you were quite happy in Birmingham. Your specialty straying away from being a barmaid and more towards being a hostess and front of house staff. You’d seat people and prepare the hotel lodgings upstairs, and arrange rooms and port for pesky business when it came down to it. And in the process you’d captured the attention of a certain blinder who believed he had no business interfering with the life of a young maiden just getting back on her feet, but you entertained him so who was he to be so austere and deny himself such pleasures?

🪖You were shutting shop on a Saturday night, footfall substantial and you’d finally managed to kick all drunkards out of the pub after much struggle and a bit of help from John Shelby, who’d tipped his hat and went on his merry way. You’d grabbed your coat of the hanger, hearing the door bell chime behind you “we’re closed” you announced, pivoting on your heel “I know.” That all familiar voice sounded and you peeked your head. “Alright, Tommy?” You ask, getting your bag and fastening your coat; preparing for a cold winter night in Birmingham.

🪖He stepped closer and you, in turn, stepped backwards until you were trapped against the bar. “This has gone on for long enough,” he says gruffly, staring deep into your eyes and studying your face. You’d raised your brows “what has, Tom?” He shook his head and chuckled slightly. “You and I; ‘m so sick of seeing you and not being able to have you for myself.” He tells you, right arm wrapping around your waist and head dipping slightly.

🪖Your hand came up to hold him where he was and he stopped, in question. “Not like this Tommy.” You say, looking away but he grasps your chin gently to pull you back to face him. “Not like this?” He hums “Thomas, I’ve never..” you lead off hoping he’d understand what you were implying. He thought for a moment before it clicked. “Never?” You shook your head “never.” His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed a lump in his throat “never.” He mumbled. “And how should I go about this the right way?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips and smiling slightly.

🪖“Dinner and a nice walk.” You say and he nods with a hum. “How’s tomorrow?” You shake your head “not leaving Harry to deal with your lot on a Sunday.” “When you next off?” He asks “Friday.” “Then we’ll go out on Friday.” You nod and smile, but point a judging finger at him. “No guns” he smiles “yes sweetheart, no guns.” “And no peaky business” he shakes his head “no business.” “No fighting either, at all” you warn and he chuckles “I promise” you lean your hand up to caress his face and he leans into your touch. “Take that bloody razor blade out of your cap too.” He raises a brow “how do you know about that?” “You underestimate the amount of times I’ve carried Arthur out of this bar and nearly sliced my hand on that thing.”

🪖“I want to see Thomas. No Shelby.” You say and he blinks. “Then Thomas you shall have.” “May I walk you home?” He asks and you smile up at him “you may” and he offers an arm to walk you to your house, looking forward to taking the last of your innocence the following Friday.

Alfie🧸

🧸Alfie recently started attending his local synagogue, at first yes: to reconnect with his faith, but now it was to see the young woman who attended every day, volunteering as your father was the rabbi. Albeit that sounding wrong, Alfie thought the rabbi was bordering on ancient and you were younger than him, but you were nearly twenty six so that wasn’t too bad.. right?

🧸“Ah Mr Solomons, back again I see” the rabbi commented, noted the recent inclination of Alfie’s presence at the house of God. “Well, been trying to reconnect.” He told his superior. “With God or with my daughter?” The rabbi asked and Alfie’s brows rose. “E-excuse me?” He choked on his words. The rabbi smirked with a slight twinkle in his eye “I’m not stupid” “no, of course you’re not-” “I’ve seen how you’ve been eyeing her.” Alfie quietened for a moment. “Well, y’see she’s a lovely young lady” “I agree, that’s how I raised her.” “And I’d like to ask her for dinner, with your blessing, f’course.” Alfie began to ramble but his elder cut him off.

🧸“Not with the business you’re in, Alfred.” And his mouth ran dry. “For her I’d get out of it, move to Morecambe, open a bakery, marry, have kids, y’know I’d raise them proper.” Rabbi Kaplan again hummed “but that sort of business isn’t the kind you can get out of, is it?” “You did, Abe.” Alfie corrects him and there’s a moment of contemplative silence. “You’re right I did. But no one hurts a rabbi.” “Then I’ll get ordained.” Alfie shrugged. Abraham looked at the man before him. “Gods punished me enough. He knows how much physical pain I’m in. And ‘m not gettin’ any younger. Neither’s she. ‘nd I never wanna be in this business anymore. Wanna settle down, dogs, kids, grandkids, the works.” Alfie says and Abe’s tongue protrudes from his lips to lick his dry lips as he thinks.

🧸“If I allow this, he’s watching.” The man looks up “I know.” “And if I allow this, she calls all the shots.” Alfie nods “wouldn’t have it any other way” “as in she says no, means no. She wants to go for a walk at two in the morning, you take her. She wants to come here, you bring her. She wants to get married, you wed her.” The man took two steps closer so him and Alfie were closer than any Rabbit should be with his child “she tells you to jump of the docks, you jump.” Alfie’s eyes don’t falter. “Done.” Abraham closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face “alright, you have my blessing.” Alfie nods, trying to suppress his glee, shaking the rabbi’s hand and walking towards the front of the synagogue where you were sat counting donations.

🧸“Excuse me missus” Alfie clears his throat and you look up at him, swallowing with a lump in his throat “yes?” “I was wondering if you’d like to go for an eat to bite, I mean a bite to eat, I mean-” you giggle at him “yes Alfie I’d love to go out with you.” Alfie sighed in relief and smiled down at you noting how the rabbi had wandered off elsewhere. You sealed and locked the cash box, storing it where I belonged and Alfie held his arm out for you to take “shall we?” You grin back at him “we shall”

🧸You’d been seeing Alfie for going on several months, and today he’d arranged for a restaurant to be shut down in order for the two of you to enjoy some peace and quiet together. You’d enjoyed a lovely romantic meal, accompanied by a bouquet of white tulips and a sneaky kiss to Alfie’s cheek, which he was grateful that they were covered by a large beard - disguising his beat-red features.

🧸Alfie was walking you back to his house, as you’d both previously agreed that you’d stay for the night and head towards Morecambe Bay the following day: to pick out a cottage on the seafront.

🧸You had some clothes at Alfie’s house, for events such as this where you’d decided to stay or go elsewhere the following day without needing to drop back home for anything. You were uncoiling your hair, and your gentle giant came around to hug you from behind, kissing up your neck until you giggled from being tickled, turning to kiss his lips.

🧸Your eyes surveyed one another’s for a moment, him leaning back down to kiss you in a more seriously insinuating manner - sciatica obviously not bothering him today as he managed to pick you up and lead you to his bed. “Alfie wait,” you say quickly and the man immediately stopped “what’s wrong treacle? If y’don’t want to we’ll stop here ‘nd-” “no it’s not that” your left hand fiddled with the rings on your right “what’s wrong flower?” He caressed your cheek gently. “Alfie I’ve never done anything before.” You say and his brows form a line in confusion. “Y’what?” “Alfie I’m a virgin.” You say and time almost stands still, Alfie nearly felt sick as he’d been handling you like a woman of the night and not a dignified young lady of whom was vastly inexperienced. “‘M sorry alf.” You say, looking down. Alfie grasps your chin and forces your eyes to connect with his “it’s me who should be apologising, sweetness. Your old man didn’t know. ‘V been handling y’ like ‘y know what you’re doin’.” He says gently. “And if y’ don’t want to, we don’t have to.” “No Alfie I want to.” And you could swear you could see the hearts forming in his irises, lenses constricting into something unnatural but simultaneously not animalistic. “I’ll take good care ‘f y’ love, just lay down for Alfie and let ‘im work his magic, yeah?” He says, laying you back gently on the bed, vowing to handle you like a porcelain doll in a box of feathers.

Arthur🍺

🍺You were several years younger than Arthur, he never felt like you were - he was as immature as any lad two decades his senior, but with you he never felt his age.

🍺The peaky blinders had been invited to a lavish banquet, black tie, chandeliers, live orchestra, the works. And Arthur never shied away from an opportunity to show his lover off, especially when that dress hugged you perfectly and your matching black gloves made you look so dainty and proper. He was proud to waltz into that event, feeling almost smug with ‘such a babe’ on his arm.

🍺The evening began wonderfully, three courses, all of which Arthur found laughable as he questioned the waiter why his entree was only a piece of rocket and slice of undercooked stake. Drinks were flowing and he was happy to get tipsy while to congregated with Polly and Ada, smitten to see you engaging so well with his family and them requiting his adoration for her.

🍺You’d stood at the bar, trying to gain the attention of the bartender to order yourself another rum and coke and your date an umpteenth pint. “Hiya can I just have a rum and coke and an apple juice?” You ask the man and he raises an eyebrow. “He’s so drunk I don’t think he’ll tell the difference.” He laughs and nods, heading off to get the top of shelf rum Arthur had requested he’d serve you earlier.

🍺“Gorgeous night, isn’t it?” A voice asked from beside you and you peer left, a young gentlemen with slicked back black hair asked as he knocked back the rest of the whiskey he’d been nursing for a while, requesting another as well as your drinks being on him. “Yes lovely.” You say shortly. “Well I was just thinking-” he begins smugly, before hissing and you look back at him quickly to see whatever is the matter. His finger was drawing blood as the new glass he’d been given was chipped on the end, in turn slicing the edge of his finger. “Oh dear, here let me help” you grabbed one of the inscribed handkerchiefs from the pile and applied pressure on his finger, only noticing your proximity when he chuckled. “What a first acquaintance” you laugh and agree. “You’re good at this” he hums “nurse in the war.” You say, not really wanting to reflect on the past.

🍺“May I buy you another drink for your troubles? Or possibly dinner?” He inquires with an up quirked lip. “No thank-” “I think she’s quite happy with the fella she’s got, son.” An angered voice quipped from behind you through gritted teeth, an arm snaking around your waist as the boy’s face ran pale. “Mr Shelby, sorry she didn’t say-” “she shouldn’t have too. Now fuck off before I kick the living daylights out of ya.” Arthur threatens and the previously smug man makes himself scarce.

🍺“Arthur,” “c’mon. We’re leaving.” He says, dragging you through the crowds of people and hailing a taxi, still gentlemanly opening the door for you but clambering in beside you, the smoke billowing from his ears fogging the windows. “Fucking little boy thinking he can talk to my fuckin’ woman, fuckin’ bastard” he reiteratively mumbled under his breath until he reached his house, roughly taking you from the car and throwing a wad of cash at the driver.

🍺As soon as you entered the house you were trapped against the closed door, his lips attacking yours unexpectedly as you struggled to keep up with his might. “I’ll show him who you fuckin’ belong to” “Arthur” “little boy makes up nothin’” “Arthur” “scream my name so the little bastard will fuckin’ hear me” “Arthur I’m a virgin” the man stopped immediately, expression stopping form angered to a more gentle one. “Y’what love?” He asks quietly, tight grip on your trapped wrists loosening “I’ve never had sex before Arth, sorry for not telling you.” You could see him visibly sobering up. “Oh my darlin’ m’sorry I didn’t know.”

🍺This was the only time you’d made Arthur feel his age, his lover a virgin. “I’ll take good care of you sweetheart, if y’let me.” “Show y’ what you’ve missed out on” he chuckles and you laugh, allowing him to pick you up to carry you up the stairs and into the bedroom.

John🥃

🥃Waking up this morning and getting married to a stranger wasn’t on your bingo card. But here you are. Kneeled at the alter beside a smirking young lad who was in a similar situation. “By the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The stranger smiled and you and kissed your lips sweetly.

🥃The reception was just as hazy. Drinks were flowing and laughter was heard. Your father and Thomas Shelby seemed at peace for once and all was right with the world. When slow dancing, John had held you close and embraced you like you were young lovers wed, not total strangers at the chapel. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and smiled as you giggled back at his remarks, fighting with icing on the cake and having an overly fun time with one another’s families after the initial shock from the morning. After all, he was incredibly charming and you couldn’t get out of a gypsy marriage that easily. Not in post-war Britain.

🥃You headed back to the Shelby Manor in a car strung with cans, attached by young children earlier in the day. You looked out the window to the vast house, feeling a hand tugging gently on your hair, the owner tucking it behind your ear as you looked at home. “Glad we’re married cause I could never pull you if I tried, gorgeous.” He comments and you laugh. “You’re joking. One drink and I’d be a gonner.” “At least we got to skip the funny business” he took your chin between your forefinger and chin “cause your all mine now, darling”

🥃He’d hurried you to your room quicker than anticipated, giggling like school children up to no good. He’d kissed you tenderly once inside, behind closed doors and away from the interference of all other prying eyes.

🥃He spun you gently, hands dropping to focus on the details of the backing of your dress; unthreading and untying the intricate lacings applied to keep the gown tight to your person. The dress fell and pooled at your ankles, him attacking the now bare skin with open-mouthed kisses and gentle pecks to the untouched skin.

🥃Coming to your front, he cornered you backwards in small steps until your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards onto it - him on top of you, kissing down your bodice animalisticly. “John?” He stopped and looked up with a hypnotic gaze in his eye “yes love?” “I’ve never had sex before.” You say shakily and he stops all movement. He falters for a moment, before climbing slightly higher in order to be face to face with you “never? You’re a virgin?” You nod back and he swallows the heavy lump in his throat as his briefs tighten.

🥃“Well then what an opportunity to consummate the marriage, aye darling?” He smirks “if you’ll let me that is” you smile and offer a kiss to his lips, him getting the green flag and go ahead to give you the absolute night of your life.

Bonnie🥊

🥊Bonnie was an old fashioned lad. From a young age he drempt of the stereotypical traveller lifestyle - never a singular home, him the homemaker, wife on his arm and umpteen kids running wild. It sounded like heaven. And from the moment he’d set eyes on you Bonnie had decided that that was your role - destined to be by his side. You weren’t a gypsy yourself, but he was certain he could sway you but either way he was happy to compromise as long as he had you.

🥊Tonight was one of, if not the, biggest night of his life thus far. The largest and most important fight he’d ever partake in, not only against the reigning champion which would secure his fate of being the new ruler, but also performing in front of the Peaky Blinders - prove himself to the trust Tommy Shelby had bestowed upon him. And most significantly, you were watching.

🥊He was stood in his changing room, allowing you to gently wrap his hands while his father gave him a pep talk. “Five minutes son.” His dad said, patting his back and nodding at you as he left to give you a minute alone before his spotlight moment. You finished wrapping the cloth around his palms and took his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. “How we feeling champ?” You ask, trying to wake him up from his dystopian trance. “‘m scared m’love.” He mumbled as you frowned slightly. “Why’re you scared? Talk to me Bon, get it all out. You scared about the Shelby family? I’ll kick ‘em out-" “scared ‘m gonna disappoint you.” He says and you falter.

🥊“Bon you could never disappoint me, why would you think that?” He sighed, looking away before beginning to admit his desires. “Just wanna make you proud. I want to marry you and give you my children and travel as a family. But if I lose you won’t want to do that.” He grumbles. You chuckle slightly. “You’re such a dafty, Bon.” You say and his eyebrows crease. You lean into kiss him as he happily requites the gesture. “Bonnie of course I want to be with you either way. I don’t care if you loose, hell I don’t care if you don’t want to fight and walk out, I’ll walk right out with you.” You say.

🥊“I never knew you felt like that but I’d love to marry you Bon and have your children and I’d be willing to travel with you. I just need you to stop fretting and go win this. I love ya Bonnie.” You say, leaning your forehead against his. “You mean it?” He asks, giddily. You nod “I do”

🥊“God if I win this we’re gonna get started on those kids.” He says, getting riled up as the minutes tick down. You laugh at him “anything you want, Bonnie. Always wanted my first time to be with you.” You say and time stops. His father knocks on the door to hail his son out to the ring.

🥊“BONNIE!” “You’re a virgin?” “Yes” “BONNIE COME ON!” “And you want me to take your virginity?” “Yes Bonnie I trust you. Now go.” He hurries out of the door reluctantly, all riled up and heading for the ring.

🥊The knockout was inevitable, his opponent out cold in a matter of rounds, blood flowing freely from Bonnie’s nose as he celebrated by raising his hands victoriously above his head, father and Blinders crowding him to pat him on the back and exchange congratulations. But none of that mattered. It was just faint ringing in the background. All he could see was you stood a fair way back from the celebrating men climbing over the limb body on the ground no one had seemed to care too. He looked upon your innocent doe eyes and soft smile staring back at him as he blew you a kiss; and never has he been so desperate to get away from his own party.

🥊And after a good few hours and countless attempts to get you all to himself, you were back in Bonnie’s humble beginning: laid on your back as your boy thrust into you gently, trying not to hurt you while simultaneously trying to adhere to his desperation for you. “Faster Bon, please.” “Wanna give me a child? Is that it?” He asks and you nod meekly, as he quickens his pace desperate to bed his maiden in his own place called home.

Isaiah♟️

♟️Isaiah had been trying to get to you for many many years. Countless attempts proving fruitless from not only your rejections, but also your elder brother’s: Finn’s. Any time Isaiah had any suggestion on courting you he was shot down by his friend, who’d smack the back of his head and scold him for thinking such things. “I’ll cut your dick off and shove it in your ear if you keep thinking about my sister with it” he’d tell him.

♟️But tonight, oh tonight. Darling you looked ravishing. The Blinders were celebrating a grand festivity at Shelby Manor, someone was getting married.. or someone was dead, Isiah needn’t have cared less. Because when you cascaded the stairs, Mary Jane’s on foot and tight black dress clung to your bodice, Isaiah had to physically refrain himself from grabbing you from the get go.

♟️Sure, he’d mingled with others and drank freely with the brothers; but not once did he stray his eyes away from your figure, never letting you out of his sight. Not when you looked so delicious and drinkable, mouth running so dry he’d have to reiteratively lubricate it with whiskey. A bit of the good ole’ ‘Dutch-Courage’, aye?

♟️Finally noticing an opportunity when you brother wasn’t lingering over your shoulder, scolding you for wearing such a gown, Isaiah made his move. He slivered to the bar beside you, where Harry was offered a well-paying job serving for the evening and told him to get you another of whatever it is that you were drinking. “Your brother lets you wear a dress like this?” He questions, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and hailing for another.

♟️“No. But I am not Finn and he is nor I” you tell him, nursing the edge of your glass with your finger absentmindedly trailing it. He leant closer. “Tell you, if you were my woman that dress would be on the floor of my room right about now.” He promised and you shivered at the thought. “But I’m not your woman, am I Isaiah?” You rhetorically ask, sipping and please to feel the alcohol running down your throat.

♟️“Oh god if you were.” He said, trailing off. “I’d have you married, knocked up, never not pregnant. Have your last name Jesus. My dad would do the ceremony, y’know. Get you a nice little bouquet and pretty white dress I get to ravish you in afterwards.” He said “well you’ve got it all planned out, huh Mr Jesus?” You snort but you are backed against the bar, two hands either side of your waist as your belittled by the taller between you.

♟️“Believe me I’ve dreamt of the day since I first saw you, just your fucking brother wouldn’t let me.” You eye his lustful expression. “As I said, Isaiah. I am not my brother, nor is he I.” You repeat slowly, relaying that your older sibling(s) had no say in what was going on at that moment. “You’re playing with fire, little girl” he warned “then let me get burned” you say, batting your eyelashes doe-like and innocently, as you dared him to make the move your core had been dying for for decades.

♟️His nostrils flare as you wrap his tie around your hand and yank at it harshly, bringing an ear close to your lips to offer a promise never before foretold. “Isaiah I’m a virgin” you whisper, before releasing his tie and straightening his suit. He follows the lump in his throat before surveying the room once and looking down at you, grabbing your hand to drag you through the crowds of people and into the safe proximities of his bedroom for newly discovered events.

♟️The evening died down and the chatter faltered, as Thomas Shelby announced a new betrothal in the family. However he was unable to promise the two, because the bride and groom were missing.

Michael🎱

🎱Oh god I’ve been waiting for this one. Michael absolutely eats that shit up.

🎱You and Michael were first acquainted when himself, Thomas and John travelled to the Cotswolds in order to engage in some legal business with the Wentworth family - Tommy spoke business with the ceo of the family, while John entertained the mother and Michael; the daughter.

🎱Michael was an old fashioned man with old fashioned views. He liked his women obedient and untouched and willing to listen to his every word - just like they were supposed too.

🎱They were welcomed into the home by several butlers, two to open the grand doors - three to take their caps and the others to lead the family to their guests. “Thomas Shelby.” They heard, and a dignified gentleman descended the stairs, an unnecessary cain in one hand, the other wrapped around his wife as they descended the central staircase to the visitors, a young lady trailing behind.

🎱“Archibald Wentworth.” Thomas smiled at the man and nodded out of respect. The man walked up to him and shook each of their hands firmly. “How longs it been old chap?” He asked Thomas. “Too long, old friend.” Thomas replied, and they engaged in friendly conversation as neither had seen each other since their fathers dealt with similar business in their own youth. The elder woman approached John who kissed the back of her hand and she curtsied, him remaining respectful as their shared introductions. You however, approached Michael who looked back at you fondly. You curtsied to him and he bowed slightly. “It’s a pleasure Mr Gray.” You say, voice soft and unbroken. He took your hand and kissed the back of it gently. “All mine, Miss Wentworth.”

🎱“And please, do call me Michael.” He told you, smiling gently. “Well in that case you’re compelled to call me Yn.” Michael studied your face; never in his twenty one years of existence had he seen such beauty before. Your skin was fair and undamaged - soft to the touch. Your nails were clean and manicured with a neutral colour. Your hair was cascading down by your ears, as if instructed to sit perfectly, framing your face. You eyes were innocent yet appeared all-knowing - your mouth formed into a graceful smile. And you carried yourself with such proper dignity; it was admirable.

🎱“Yn my darling?” Your father spoke from beside him and you turned to face him on command - trained to do this. “Yes father?” “Please will you accompany Mister Gray into the living area? I’m sure you’ll both be quite comfortable in there.” You nodded once at the man. “Certainly, father.” “It was a pleasure to meet you gentleman, and see you again Mister Shelby.” You say to the other two, before leading Michael into the living area - which was nothing short of double the size of his childhood home.

🎱“May i offer you some tea?” You ask, as you settle in the room. “That’d be lovely, thank you.” You nod as the maid by the for stepped out to grab tea. “Normally I’d make it myself, however it is improper to leave your company unaccompanied.” You joke and he laughs in response. Soon, the tea arrived and you served it for Michael, who took the cup and saucer thoughtfully and nodded in thanks.

🎱“It’s a lovely home you have.” You smile up at him. “Thank you, I’m sure my father works tirelessly to afford it.” “You’ve no job?” He asked, awaiting the words that he was utterly and totally in love with you. “No, I’m trained in etiquette - to be polite, to cook and to clean.” Michael listened to you thoughtfully. “So you’re kept awfully busy then?” You nod. “Busy however I don’t mind it, I get to live in this glorious building with a loving family and life skills. What more could a girl want?” You confirm and he was sure his eyes were forming hearts.

🎱“And I’m sure you have quite the line of suitors with your beauty.” You giggled but tried to compose yourself. “No sir.” His eyes widened in mock surprise. “Surely you’re already married, how has a man not captivated a lady such as yourself. I’d do it myself if it wasn’t for the line of men ahead of me.” You looked down, blushing, before looking back up at Michael. “There is no line and there are no suitors. It is simply me, myself and I.” You tell him.

🎱“And you Michael? Have you a wife?” You asked, batting your eyelids. “No, in your words it is simply… ‘me, myself and I’.” “And what business do you do yourself, Mr Gray?” You ask. “That is not the sort of information for a lady’s ears. It is not good business.” He almost scolds and you nod. “Oh I understand, my father is not too dissimilar. Staying safe in your business, I hope?” He basked in the way you simply understood, didn’t pry. “Not quite.” He said, raising an eyebrow. He rolled up his left sleeve slightly and you gasped. “Oh you poor man,” you say. “You must treat these with oil, that way they shall heal better.” You scold, touching his skin gently. “Well if you were my wife you could sort it out for me.” “Oh certainly Michael, I wouldn’t allow you to come home damaged as such without properly patching you up.” You say, seriousness written all over your facial features.

🎱“And what do you do with the rest of your time, this afternoon per se?” He ponders, sipping his tea. “Well as you said yourself I’m quite a busy person regardless of what I occupy my time with.” You peer down at the dainty wristwatch wrapped around your wrist, Michael estimated the small device at a hefty sum. “At two o’clock I have etiquette lessons.” You say “and at three?” “At three I read in my library” “how about four?” “At four I have a date.” His face dropped. “A date? With who?” “William Wordsworth.” You giggled at his expression which sighed a breath of relief. “Oh I see, she lives the poems she could not write.” He says, quoting the famed poet. “More like she writes the poems she could not live.” You reply, and Michael notices a longing stare as you probably imagine the life you would have, if not the heir to an infamous delegate.

🎱“And no man has yet compared me to a summers day.” You admit. “You have not yet met your Shakespeare.” You smile, enjoying how he understood your references. “Nor my Victor Hugo” “ah but you have not yet died so nobody may quote ‘Demain, dès l’aube’.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “For I am always the poet, never the poem.” You speak; in words of your own. And Michael cannot stop himself from reaching up with his free hand to caress the soft skin of your cheek gently. “It is impossible. How can a man write anything short of a novel about a maiden so fair?” He question, and you find yourself absentmindedly leaning into his light touch.

🎱“You’re a charmer, Mr Gray” you speak, voice barely above whisper “I’m no charmer, just a man who knows what he wants” he leans to whisper in your ear “is it working?” He meets your eyes with a cheeky grin on his face. “Certainly.” You both finished your tea and the trolley was taken away, miscellaneous chatter arising from each of your lips.

🎱“Madam?” A voice squeaked from the door behind you both. You spun on a pivot to look at the young maid by the entrance. “Yes Beth?” “Mister Wentworth has requested you and Mister Gray return to the foyer” she said, avoiding your stare. “Thank you Beth, we shall be there shortly.” The woman nodded before clicking the door shut behind you to allow you to make your own way there along with the company. Michael’s face contorted: annoyed, but relaxed it when you faced back to him.

🎱“I believe it is time for us to depart.” You tell him. “When may I see you again?” He asks, holding your hands in his own. “Whenever you wish, Mister Gray; should my father allow.” You tell him, before slowly leading him back to where you originally met. There, the rest of the men along with your parents stood as you’d left them - engaged in unwavering chatter. “Ah, Mister Gray - treated well I hope?” Your father asks and Michael nods at the man. “Certainly.”

🎱After some goodbyes and a hug for your father’s old friend Thomas, Michael smirked at you and kissed the back of your hand and whispered promises that you shall meet again.

🎱The men walked back to the car in silence, Thomas lighting a cigarette once inside. “How’d you like her?” He asked, eyeing Michael before nicotine smoke billowed from his lips. “She’s a lovely young lady.” Michael tore his eyes away from his cousin and back to the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as you drove away; but to no avail.

🎱“She’s a gentle lass. Innocent and proper.” Thomas continued and Michael squinted at him, wondering what the man was getting at. “Doesn’t need corrupting.” “I know that Tommy, what you on about?” “We’ve come to a business agreement with Archibald Wentworth. They in exchange for protection and a good deal of Shelby business, his daughter would marry a gentleman.” Thomas stubbed the last bud out on the leather of the car. “I trust you can fit that role?”

🎱Before either of you really knew it the two were being wed on the great estate of the Wentworth Mansion, both smiling at each other at the end of the aisle like giddy school children with a secret. Within the hour you were husband and wife and Michael had the life and wife he had so hoped and dreamed for.

🎱The reception was a glamorous event; dancing and drinking and the celebration of you being safe, and the Shelby name moving up in the social hierarchy of local reputation. Yourself and Michael had snuck off for a moment alone with one another, to discuss the whirlwind of a day and plans moving forwards together. “May I say my darling you look absolutely divine.” He comments, taking your hand to make you do a full 360 turn to display your attire to him. He swore the dress was adorned entirely in Tiffany crystals. “Thank you, you are too kind.” He tuts “I can never be too kind to my wife.” He smiles.

🎱“And may I be so reckless to say I cannot wait to get this dress of you either” he smirked and you raised your brows as your cheeks reddened. “If that is no problem of course, my lady?” He confirms and you nod. “I apologise for my experience, for I have never before been with a man.” You admit, bashfully and his mouth ran dry. “Never?” You shook your head in confirmation. “Never, Michael.” You say and he gleefully picks you up to spin you around as you laugh at his response. “Well my darling, I hope you know I am prepared to take more than good care of you this evening. And of course continue the family name.”

Finn🎞️

🎞️You were the first girl Finn really cared about. Sure, he’d been on dates and hired whores to satisfy his desires. But he’d never really given much thought into actually taking his time with a girl. Until he saw you working at the bookshop two streets in the wrong direction from the Garrison.

🎞️Him, Isaiah and Bonnie were basically being little shits on the streets of Birmingham when he’d saw you organising shelves through the window, brow furrowed and tongue slightly protruding from your lips as you struggled to place an old hardback on the top shelf. The other two lads had carried on walking whereas Finn had stopped, the other two halting a few ways down to road to figure out where their third had gone, turning to see him awestruck at the bookshop window.

🎞️They hurried back, laughing at the boy who was notably illiterate. Finn could not read, nor write but was staring into the bookshop. “What y’ doing Finn? No picture books in there!” Isaiah joked, straining to see what Finn was so intently staring at. “Ah the girl” Bonnie elbowed him. “She won’t want you mate.” Isaiah informed him “she’s got Shakespeare and Wordsworth. You don’t even know who I’m on about.” And Isaiah was right. You did look dignified and well read because you were. And he was just Finn.

🎞️But he found himself two street in the wrong direction every day nearly, at least when he could find time to slip away. And Isaiah and Bonnie were sick of their lovesick friend ditching them to stare at a stranger awkwardly through a window. Then one day, when the three were repeating their galavant from the first time they saw you, Isaiah shoved him in the door.

🎞️The bell chimed and you turned from your stepladder “just a minute!” You climbed down and approached the disheveled boy at the door. “Can I help you?” You ask “book” he says and you crease your brows “…book?” Isaiah chimed in behind him “he wants to buy a book” he confirms as he smacks Finn around the back of the head. “Any book in particular?” “My first alphabet!” Bonnie exclaims, and the two boys begin cackling loudly and Finn grits his teeth and pushes the two out of the door.

🎞️“Eh what do you recommend?” He asked, scratching the back of his head and his eyes wander on all the paved backs of untouched literature. “What do you like? Fiction? Non-fiction?” Finn looks at you gone out. You look around for a simple poetry book you know is easy to understand “here, try this it’s one of my favourites” Finn nods and turns the book over in his hands and has a quick flick through. “How much do I owe you?” He asks, pushing his hand into his pocket. You shake your head “just come back and exchange it once you’re done.” Finn nods. He could do that. He thanks you and begrudgingly heads out the door to his friends who were still hounding him for the situation and he just smiles at you through the window.

🎞️Finn was getting ribbed week in and week out by both his friends and older brothers, Arthur drunkenly questioning in front of everyone why he hadn’t hired any whores recently and why books were appearing by his bed when he couldn’t read. The family laughed as his face reddened, Isaiah explaining that the lovely young lady down the bookshop had his interest peaked.

🎞️“Y’got her in bed yet?” John asked with a smirk and the younger boy elbowed him sharply. “No.” He mumbled. “No? Ol’ ‘just want a shag’ here hasn’t gotten a lady in bed?” His brother joked. “No she’s not the kind of lass I want to put off.” “Ah” Tommy ruffled his hair. “She’s the real deal then?” He smiled while lighting up another cigarette. Finn thought for a moment before nodding. Yeah, you were the real deal.

🎞️“Date” Finn said as he crashed through the door of your bookshop. You raised a brow at him. “Date with me, please.” He says, panting. “Finn are you alright?” You ask, placing a hand on his back. Me nods, heaving and placing his hands on his knees. He’d just ran here from being with his family. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” He asked when he’d finally gotten his wind back. You smiled and nodded. “Yes I would Finn, when?” “Now.” You raise your brows. “Right now?” “Yeah. If you’d like.” You look down at the dainty wristwatch you were wearing and decided it was wishful thinking if you thought that you were going to get any more footfall in the next hour before you closed. You hummed and nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”

🎞️Finn took you to one of the nicest restaurants in Birmingham in walking distance, waiter seating you quickly after he noticed who Finn was, handing the two of you two open menus. You looked over the options, but was soon distracted by Finn’s conflicted face. “You alright, Finn?” He nods. “What’s up?” He ponders for a minute before mumbling something. “Sorry?” “I can’t read and this has no pictures.” He admits sheepishly, averting his eyes from yours.

🎞️“You can’t read?” You ask, mulling over the past several weeks where you’d be too-ing and fro-ing with Finn with your book recommendations. “But you’ve been borrowing books for months-” “just to see you.” He says, looking down as a smile began to grew on your lips. “I understand if you want to leave. You’re smart and pretty and I’m just an illiterate gangsta.” He says, mentally readying himself for your leave. You placed your hand on top of his where it was laid on the table. “Finn that’s so sweet.” His brows shot up. “You did that for me?” You ask, biting your lips as he affirms your question. You place a chaste kiss to his cheek as you realise just how much the blinder truly cared about you.

🎞️“Let’s get out of here.” You say, breaking the silence. “Seriously?” He asks, moving closer for a more private conversation. “I’m serious. Let’s go.” You say, “really? We don’t have too if you don’t want too-” “Finn Shelby. Let’s go.” And you didn’t have to tell him again, running back home like two giddy school children, hiding away in his room for the rest of the evening, ended by you laying on his bare chest while he drew shapes into your relaxed shoulder.

🎞️“That was better than I expected for my first time.” You admit, staring at the ceiling. It takes a few minutes for Finn to clock onto what you’d just said. He looks down at you, movement of his thumb faltering. “You were a virgin?” He asks, lump in his throat growing as he forced himself to swallow it. “Yeah.” He smirks.

🎞️“Nice.”

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[themorbidwriter]

You were sitting on the weathered wooden bench, the warm sun shining down on you as you waited for your ride to arrive. Lost in thought, you didn't notice the sound of the truck pulling up until a shadow loomed over you. Looking up, your jaw dropped slightly at the sight of the man who had just approached you.

"Are you the girl I'm supposed to pick up?" The man's gravelly voice carried a hint of amusement as he looked down at you with piercing blue eyes. He had a ruggedly handsome appearance, with a strong jawline, and a confident stance that exuded charisma.

As you locked eyes with him, you remembered the words of the woman who had arranged this encounter. "You'll love Rip the moment you see him," she had said cryptically. At the time, you hadn't known what she meant, but now as you looked up at the man in front of you, you understood.

You couldn't believe it, he was stunning. You were momentarily at a loss for words, but managed to stammer out a response. "Um, yes, I think I am. I'm (Y/N) I wasn't expecting someone... like... you to pick me up," you said, feeling a bit flustered.

Rip flashed you a charming grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, darlin', surprises are my specialty," he said with a chuckle. As he extended his hand, he continued, "I'm Rip Wheeler. And I reckon you must be the lucky lady I'm giving a ride to. Hop on in, let's get going."

You took his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity at the touch. "Nice to meet you, Rip. I'm definitely grateful for the ride," you said, still slightly in awe of the unexpected turn of events.

As you climbed into the truck, you couldn't shake the feeling of enchantment that Rip's presence had invoked. It seemed the woman's cryptic message had been spot on, and you couldn't wait to uncover more about the enigmatic man who had just entered your life. Slightly dazed with wonder, you fastened your seatbelt and braced yourself for the journey ahead, eager to discover what lay beyond this captivating introduction.

The drive to the ranch was awkward and quiet, the sound of the engine and the occasional breeze the only noises that filled the air. You stole glances at Rip from the corner of your eye, still slightly in disbelief at the events that had transpired. Finally, unable to stand the silence any longer, Rip glanced over at you and broke the tension.

"Do you want to listen to the radio?" Rip asked, his voice breaking the silence with an attempt to fill the void with some form of conversation.

You shook your head awkwardly, feeling a bit out of place. "Sir, if you want the radio, go for it. It's your truck." The words spilled out in a rush, and you mentally kicked yourself for sounding so uptight.

Rip chuckled softly, the deep sound soothing the awkwardness in the air. "Well, ma'am, it's your ride too. If you want some music, just say the word. I ain't particular," he said, flashing a disarming grin.

Feeling more at ease after his reassurance, you finally relented. "I suppose some music wouldn't hurt," you said, giving a hesitant smile.

As Rip reached over to turn on the radio, the tension in the truck lifted. You were grateful for the distraction as the sounds of a country ballad filled the cab. The rhythmic strums of the guitar and the heartfelt crooning of the singer provided a comforting backdrop for the rest of the journey.

The air grew lighter, and you found yourself stealing glances over at Rip, noticing the way his eyes sparkled in the sunlight. The tension slowly melted away, replaced by a newfound sense of ease and a glimmer of excitement for what lay ahead. As the miles passed, you couldn't help but feel a growing curiosity about the man beside you, wondering what adventures lay in store at the ranch and beyond.

As you listened to the radio, a frown crossed your face as the news report blared through the truck speakers. You bit your lip nervously, feeling the weight of the situation settling in. Without warning, you reached over and turned the radio off, the sudden silence filling the truck.

Rip glanced over at you, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. "Okay, so you decided against the radio?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

You cleared your throat, a sudden surge of determination coursing through you. "I want to go over everything before we get there, okay?" you said, your tone firm and resolute.

Rip's expression softened as he nodded in understanding. "Alright, darlin'. Whatever you need," he replied, his words laced with a hint of concern for your well-being.

"John Dutton is my boss, right? What are you to me exactly?" you inquired, curiosity lacing your tone.

Rip let out a thoughtful sigh, running a hand through his rugged hair. "Alright, well, I'm the Foreman," he began, his eyes searching yours. "What that means is that I'm... a supervisor." Before he could continue, you interjected with a hint of mischief, "except the supervisor of Brokeback Mountain."

Rip's brow furrowed in confusion, a faint smirk forming at the corner of his lips. "What?" he responded, his eyes narrowing slightly. You raised your eyebrows, a playful glint dancing in your eyes as you explained, "Brokeback Mountain. It was a um... a um... never mind."

Rip's lips curled into a grin, a hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Yeah, I um know what Brokeback Mountain is, Darlin'," he replied with a chuckle, the corners of his eyes crinkling, "just not sure how to take that."

You smiled at Rip as he drove and couldn't help but ask, "So Rip, you seriously work at the Dutton ranch? You look too... cute to be a cowboy, no offense. I just wasn't expecting someone like you."

Rip looked at you and chuckled before replying, "What were you expecting?"

You let out a yawn and said, "Well, I'm not sure what I was expecting. Sorry, long flight."

Rip nodded understandingly and said, "I'll tell you what, how about you try and sleep and you can start work tomorrow, okay?"

You opened your mouth to refuse, but another yawn broke through. Rip undid your seat belt and patted his lap, saying, "Place your head right here if you need a pillow."

You hesitated for a moment before carefully resting your head on Rip's lap. "Thanks, Rip. I appreciate it."

As your eyes drooped with exhaustion, you managed a faint smile before mustering the energy to speak. "Rip? As soon as we get there, wake me up so I can get straight to work, okay?" you requested, your voice laced with determination despite your fatigue.

Rip glanced at you with a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "You got it, darlin'," he replied reassuringly, understanding your eagerness to get started. "But don't worry, you're gonna need some rest before diving into the ranch life."

You shook your head faintly, the weariness evident in your voice. "I'm good, really. I want to make a good impression, and I can't wait to see the ranch," you insisted, struggling to keep your eyes open.

Rip chuckled softly, his tone understanding. "I admire your enthusiasm, but trust me, the ranch isn't going anywhere. And I can promise you, it'll still be there when you wake up," he said with a glint of reassurance in his eyes.

Feeling a sense of comfort in Rip's words, you nodded faintly before closing your eyes, allowing the gentle hum of the engine to lull you into a deep, much-needed slumber. As you drifted off, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were in good hands, and that the upcoming adventure at the Dutton ranch would be one to remember.

#rip wheeler #yellowstone #rip wheeler x reader

[milequaritchsslut]

Kiri x flirty Reader (female, Metkayina)

Summary: Your favorite thing to do is annoy Toruk Maktos eldest daughter. Who knew she actually enjoyed it?

Note: this has been in my drafts for a month I’m so happy I’m posting it lmao 🫣

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You had always been a flirt ever since you were little. Before you even knew what flirting was you would do it. It was never a problem and nobody ever made a big fuss about it either. You love making the other na’vi of your age get flustered or look down in embarrassment as you complimented them or when they curled their hair in your presence just waiting for another snarky remark from you. It was your specialty and you would always deliver.

It was different though when Jake sully and his family seeked refuge in your home. Kiri Augustine was the first Na’vi to ever really catch your eye. She was beautiful and didn’t look like the average na’vi you would usually see. She was half human of course but it wasn’t just that it was the way she carried herself she moved so smoothly it almost got you flustered the first time you two held a conversation.

You had been helping the sullys unpack their luggage when you offered to help her.

“Let me take that, I wouldn’t want your pretty little hands getting dirty” quickly taking the box from her hands.

“And what makes you think that?”

“I-I didn’t mean it li-“ you were quickly cut off as she walked away grabbing another box.

After that incident you had been tormenting her everyday whenever and wherever you could. And you loved it, she would get so annoyed with you but never telling you to stop. You took that as a yes and continued your torment.

Today you had scheduled breathing lessons earlier than usual just to get on everyone’s nerves. Watching everyone one by one finally join you on a large rock near the shore. You noticed Kiri hadn’t joined you yet.

Turning to your twin sister Tsireya “Dyk where Kiri is?”

“Hmm no” she answered.

Lo’ak butting in “She couldn’t pick what she should wear today”

Causing a ripple effect of laughs to effect the group including you. That wasn’t like her though, she didn’t really care for things like that. Ridding your thoughts you noticed Kiri walking up to the rock and noticing your stare.

“Ah there she is!” You announced, with a fat smirk growing across your face.

“Yes here I am” she replied with an annoyed tone. Noticing your smirk she just glared you down only making the smirk grow.

“Come sit here Kiri, I saved a spot just for you” you implied, knowing that was the last thing she could’ve asked for.

Aa she say next to you she made sure that you knew she didn’t wanna be there. Sending you glares every few seconds as you taught the lesson.

Watching her practice your breathing techniques you noticed her heartbeat was fast.

“Here breathe in from here, and slow down your heartbeat” looking up at her, as you placed your hands onto her core.

Breathing in again she looked down at you, which only made her heartbeat pick up “Mhm” she agreed as you applied pressure onto her stomach trying to feel her breathe.

“No, you have to breathe from your core not your chest” you couldn’t help but smirk at her heart fastening from your touch.

She couldn’t even get a word out from her thoughts racing. She looked around at the group to only being met with stares and giggles at the scene unfolding in front of them. Were you flirting with her, or were you just trying to be helpful? She seriously couldn’t tell, her thoughts were quickly corrected as that smile crept onto your expression once again.

“I think I got it” pushing you off her, she did not have it in fact. She had no idea what she was doing, she just couldn’t take the stares anymore. The group got back to what they were doing as you went back to teaching them. You had gotten exactly what you wanted for the day.

The rest of the lesson you let her alone, afraid you might push too hard. That was the last thing you needed was for her to hate you. You enjoyed your little thing you two had.

Nearing the end of your lesson you watched as Kiri stood up and walked to her pod. Following her you quickly ran up to stop her from going any further.

“Hey kiri!” You smiled at her, you only got an eye roll in response.

“Yes?” Adding a bit of attitude to her response

“I was wondering if you wanted to come ilu riding with me at eclipse tonight?” You notcied your face getting flustered, hoping she wouldn’t notice you wiped some imaginary thing off your face trying to hide it.

“No thanks y/n” walking past you too annoyed to be hanging out with anyone atm.

“Cmon it’ll be fun!” turning around to walk side by side with her. She was a few inches taller than you, you didn’t mind as long as she didn’t make fun of you for it.

“I don’t think so y/n I will be tired”

“It’ll be so much fun Kiri i promise i won’t be weird” you promised, knowing damn well you would be.

“Hm-I guess, sure I’ll go” she answered, arriving at her pod she said goodbye and quickly entered.

It would be eclipse in about an hour so she was stressing out. She didn’t know why though. She didn’t like you at all, so why did she care about how she looked around you?

“Hello Kiri” Neytiri greeted her eldest daughter as she cut up fruit on a woven mat.

“Hello mum” she responded as she rushed to find a fitting outfit.

Noticing her daughters state she slowly stopped cutting and watched as she rushed “What is wrong Kiri?” She asked confused.

“I-i uhm have a date mother” still looking through clothes.

“Oh? And with who?” She was intrigued, she knew Kiri wasn’t one to be into these kind of things. So who could be so special that was making her unbothered daughter so bothered?

“With the chiefs daughter, Y/n” Finally picking a top she found fitting for the occasion.

“Hmm, I heard she’s a flirt”

“Yes she is- Is this cute?” Lifting up a top she had brought from her home clan.

“Yes, but do not be out for long Kiri” she warned, she didn’t know the sea very well. So she was skeptical of this place as she was with most things.

“Yes mom” she responded as she left to try on her top.

You on the other hand were excited, you were finally getting Toruk Maktos daughter all alone. You saw this as the perfect time to confess your feelings. It didn’t matter if she would reciprocate them or not. It was the fact that you were going to get them out. You enjoyed your little thing you two had but it wasn’t enough for you. You needed someone to rely on, someone you could talk to and she was perfect for you.

You were always asking Tsireya about her whenever they would hang out, and of course she told you. You were thorough ofc, you would ask ‘what was she wearing?’ or ‘what kind of jokes did she laugh at?’ or ‘what did you guys talk about?’. You enjoyed learning more and more about this woman, you were obsessed the day you met her. As eclipse came you mounted your ilu and waited for Kiri at the dock.

“I must go now mother goodbye” planting a soft kiss on her mothers forehead before running out

“Have a good time Kiri” she just smiled, the thought of what it felt like to be with Jake when they were young was running through her head.

As she ran out of the pod, she dusted off her clothes though they were perfectly clean. She had never been on a date before, since the boys of the clan just saw her as weird. It never wore on her confidence though, that’s what you liked abt her. She never let anyone define her self confidence, that’s what was so attractive abt her. She was so sure of everything about herself.

Noticing her figure drawing near, you put on your best face. Walking up, you lent out a hand to help her down, accepting it she smiled back.

“Your on time today!” You teased.

“Yeah yeah whatever, where are we gonna go?” In all honesty, you hadn’t really planned anything. You were too excited to think about the details.

“Hm I didn’t plan anything, we can go looking for seashells?”

“That’s sounds like fun” agreeing you both rode your ilu’s to the nearest island. It was a beautiful island. The trees there were different from your owns. They grew taller than any you’ve ever seen, they were still beach trees but still they grew in different directions. The beach there was also beautiful, the island was known for its waters. It was a calm place, you and your friends would go to.

As you planted your feet onto the familiar ground you noticed Kiri admiring the scenery. You patted yourself on the back mentally, you knew she would love this place. Her curiosity always got the best of her, and this was new so why not bring her to it?

“Wow y/n this place to beautiful” getting off her ilu, and taking in her new found environment.

“I thought you would like it” reaching for her hand you led her farther into the island. There was a watering hole in the middle of the island.

“Where are we going y/n?” Watching as your grip didn’t loosen as you picked up the pace till you were full out running through the island.

“You’ll see” letting her hand go as you got to the edge of watering hole.

“Isn’t it cool?” You asked, the watering holes water was pink due to the flowers that grew underneath it. During eclipse the moon hit the water at just the perfect angle, causing the water to sparkle from the light.

Dipping your feet in you encouraged her to join you, finally letting the water submerge your body. Kiri quickly hopped in causing a loud splash to scare the nearby animals away. Coming up for air you laughed at the way her hair looked wet, getting a push on the shoulder from her as she giggled.

“Hey!” You yelled as you pushed her back.

Pushing your shoulders down into the water, she laughed as you tried to fight back. Pulling her legs you got the upper hand as you clinged onto her for support. As you both came up for air again, you put your hands up in defeat.

“That’s what I thought” she mocked as she splashed around.

“So why’d you invite me here y/n?” As she pulled herself up from the water and into the sand.

Joining her on the sand you sat next to her catching you breathe. “Hm cause I wanted to tell you something”

A silence hung between you two, as you opened your mouth to speak.

“I enjoy hanging out with you Kiri- and I know you probably don’t feel the way I do, but I wanted to tell you I have feelings for you”

She looked at your amber eyes as you looked into hers, she hadn’t expected that. She just thought you saw her as another girl you could play with.

“I-I think I like you too y/n” inching closer, you let her lips slowly graze yours as she slipped her tongue in. Moving your hands onto her shoulders you leaned into the kiss as her hands held onto your curls. Her lips tasted like ecstasy in a jar. You had waited for this moment for so long. Pulling away you let out a breathe of relief. Catching your breathe you let out a low laugh.

“What’s so funny?” She asked still smiling from seconds ago.

“It’s nothing”

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[smokestarrules]

hi, huge fan, 45 + avabea perhaps? hehehe :3

45. pretending to hate each other au

/ /

“Oh my fucking god. Vincent,” Ava snaps, dragging him into an adjacent room. “Why is she here?”

Vincent sighs, taking his arm out of her grasp with no small amount of exasperation. “Ava,” he says, tone placating, “you know why she’s here. She’s an asset to the company and she’s good at her job. If we could’ve gotten anyone else, we would’ve gotten someone else.” He shifts on his feet, which is never a good sign. “Ava, listen—”

“What.” 

“She’s going to be sticking around. That’s non-negotiable right now, and—” Ava sighs. “—I just need you to be civil. Please,” he says, eyes tired behind his stupid-looking spectacles. 

“Look,” Ava snaps, “I’m always civil. It’s her who always—”

“Ava.” 

Ava knows she’s loveable, is the thing. She’s pretty sure Vincent kind of thinks of her as the daughter he never had, or something equally as shudder-inducing as that. It’s that which makes him soften, visibly, as she continues to glare at him. He reaches out to touch her shoulder. “Ava…” 

She snorts, crossing her arms. “Fine,” she snaps, looking away, “but I don’t want to speak to her.”

“You won’t have to,” he replies, instantly placating, shoulders slumping in obvious relief. “Your specialties don’t line up in any way, and you have no reason to be called on in today’s meeting. It’s just a few weeks,” he says, and Ava hangs her head back, letting out a groan. “Just a few weeks, and then she’ll be gone again.”

Ava doesn’t much like the sound of that. She stalks out of the room without another word, making her way next door where the meeting will be taking place. She’s one of the last to arrive, and the object of her protests is already here. 

She meets Beatrice’s eyes, sitting down across from Ava’s own seat—on purpose, she’s sure—and Ava sets her jaw. Beatrice rolls her eyes in response, a sharp, cold response, and there’s that thrill Ava’s always chasing. She’s not at all required to not look at her and so she doesn’t even try, content to study Beatrice and only Beatrice as it drags on. Throughout the entire meeting, Ava doesn’t pay attention to a single word anyone else says. 

Under the table, her leg bounces, restless. Her hands drum on her lap, unable to keep still in any semblance of the word. 

Just a few more minutes. 

/ / 

“Ava—”

“Shh, you’re going to get us caught!” Ava fastens a hand over Beatrice’s mouth, relishing in the frown she gets in return. This one’s much more real; much nicer to see, too. It’s only been a few days since she saw her last, but that’s far too long.

“I’m going to get us caught?” Beatrice pulls away from her hand, leaning against the wall of the closest she’d been dragged into with an unimpressed look. “You’re the one ensuring that we both disappear at the same time. Very suspicious.” 

Ava thinks that’d require any of their coworkers to have more than one functioning brain cell but she doesn’t say that. 

“Look. Even if someone does find us, they’re just going to think that you finally gave into my charms,” Ava says convincingly, shaking her head. “They’re not going to even consider the idea that we’re working for someone else.” 

“Into your what?” 

“And even if they do think of that,” Ava goes on, ignoring her, “which they won’t, by the way—” she raises her hand to Beatrice’s cheek, delighting in the way that, despite Beatrice’s protests, she still leans into the touch. “Then we just go. We’ve got plenty of evidence already, these next few weeks are just wrapping it all up in a tidy little bow.” She grins, sharp and ragged, and watches the way Beatrice’s gaze darkens, eyes dropping lower. “Sometimes it’s more fun to be sloppy, you know?” 

Beatrice’s brow furrows again, but she doesn’t move away. Her own hands creep up Ava’s back to her hair, tracing lines of heat across her spine. Ava’s nose brushes against hers, heart skipping a beat. She darts her eyes back up once more, relishing in the unfocused state, and then, finally, leans in properly like she’s been wanting. 

The kiss is softer than she would’ve expected, but that’s not at all something to be disappointed about. Ava’s other hand comes up so she can cup both of Beatrice’s cheeks, pressing nearer, as close as she can manage. Beatrice is warm against her in a familiar, calming sort of way. Ava’s missed her so much. 

They both break away momentarily to breathe, and in the interim Beatrice hisses, “Fine. But any consequences will be on your head.”  

Ava just giggles, utterly uncaring, and pulls her in again. 

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[everlasting-elegy]

When You Have a Mild Injury (Albedo, Childe, Scaramouche)

Requested by dear 🎎-anon with some alterations by me~ After this I'll actually write the 500 followers requests skdfjslkdf. It's as the title says, when you have a minor injury (think a bruise or notable scratch, something that requires no hospitalisation)

Genre: Modern (College?) AU Word Count: 1.3k

Albedo

Medicine and first aid may not be his area of specialty but it’s likely knowledge he’s accumulated over his life. Albedo is calm and collected upon seeing your injury

He says he doesn’t exaggerate much but he’s still firm when you tell him your state is nothing to fret about. He orders you to take a seat on the couch so that he can prepare the necessary equipment

If you’re insecure about your injury being visible, Albedo will also offer to help cover it up with makeup whenever you prepare to go out. You accepted once out of sheer curiosity, you have no idea when or how Albedo became such a professional with makeup, your injury looking nonexistent

He becomes a mother hen, checking in on you more. If you come back to him with another scratch or bruise while your previous one hasn’t fully healed, he’ll just sigh and shake his head like a disappointed parent

Albedo’s head snapped to you when you broke the silence in his office with a sneeze. You hurriedly apologised, seeing yourself out to blow your nose as not to disturb him further. When your nose was suitably soothed, you re-entered his room, only to be greeted with Albedo sitting straight, looking expectantly at you as he gestured to the paper before him. Standing beside him, you looked at it curiously.

“What’s this?” You asked. Leaning down to get a closer look, Albedo instinctively pulled you onto his lap.

“Just a form I’d like you to fill out for me to keep track of your wellbeing,” he said simply.

“Bedo…” you sighed. “It’s just a little injury, it’s nothing.”

“Yes, but you’ve been showing symptoms of a cold or common flu as of late as well,” Albedo mused. “Correlation doesn’t mean causation, however it is never wrong to take precautions. I don’t want your health to worsen.”

He pressed the end of a ballpoint pen until it clicked, before passing it to you. You stared at his expression as his gaze remained fixed on the form he made. His expression was kept expertly neutral, but you knew better as his arms fastened securely onto your waist, his cheek pressed gently against your shoulder. Noticing your stillness, his eyes flickered up to you, waves of blue shimmering with concern under the light. You couldn’t help but press a quick kiss to his forehead before turning to fill out his form, earning an audible hum from him.

“Thank you, Albedo.”

“No problem, my love.”

Childe

The biggest surprise was how Childe had nothing to do with your current injury. You’ve suffered through plenty of light bruises and scratches with his playful shoving and antics. When Childe sees you tending to your wound, he’s automatically apologising while stifling a laugh

He can also be incredibly cheeky. He’s teasingly pulling you away from sharp edges and corners, sometimes even carrying you since ‘you always get yourself into danger’. Really, he just wants an excuse to touch you

He’ll gladly tend to your injury if you’ll let him. His hands are rough and calloused yet his touch is still light as feathers against your skin. He adores taking care of you, when you thank him he’s practically glowing

Childe tends to be melodramatic when it comes to your wellbeing - and you in general. He definitely told his family about you, his siblings sent you ‘get well soon’ cards and wrote as though you were on death’s doorstep. You were quick to tell them you were alright

“Hey cutie, you single?” You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s antics as he entered your place, bags in hand.

“Childe, what are you doing here? I thought you had classes today.”

You followed him as he walked into your kitchen, dropping the grocery bags haphazardly, letting ingredients spill across the table top.

“I told them I couldn’t go,” he shrugged. “I’m busy.”

“Busy with what?” You looked at him incredulously and Childe gasped in mock horror.

“‘With what?’ My partner has been mortally wounded and you’re asking me what I’m busy with?”

“Mortally wounded?” You showed him your injury. “This tiny thing?!”

Childe rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “An injury’s an injury?”

“Just say you didn’t want to go to class,” you turned your back to him, ready to go back to your couch and binge watch whatever’s on.

“Hey, don’t make it sound like that!”

You lurched forward as Childe tackled you into a back hug. Struggling to regain your footing, Childe steadied the both of you as he pressed his cheek into your hair and chest against your spine. “I just wanted to spend time with you, that’s not a sin is it?”

“But lying is,” you retorted.

Parting from you, Childe took your shoulders and turned you to him. His face was dangerously close to yours, lips slightly pouty and eyes wide. After a few seconds you groaned and shoved him away and he let out a victorious cry.

“Damn you and your pretty face,” you muttered and Childe just winked back at you before turning to prepare lunch.

Scaramouche

His initial outward reaction is to be smug. Chances are he likely taunted you, saying he saw this coming given your clumsiness. If it was a sports injury he backhandedly warned you prior, and now look at you hobbling back to him just as he predicted

You can tell him you don’t want to be a bother all you want, Scaramouche is tending to your wound whether you like it or not. The entire time he’s chastising you, telling you how dumb it was for you to get injured, but against his harsh words his hands are nothing but soft and gentle

If the injury was caused by someone, such as someone shoving you or throwing a ball at you, don’t mention their name if you want to keep seeing them around. Scaramouche will give them an earful if he figures out who they are, no matter if the injury was accidental or if they already apologised to you

“Thank you so much for helping me with this worksheet, (Y/N),” an acquaintance of yours whisked you to the local library.

“Don’t worry about it, what are friends for?” You chuckled.

“Just one question.”

“Fire away.”

“Who the hell is he?”

Scaramouche wrinkled his nose at your buddy.

“None of your goddamn business,” Scaramouche sneered as he crossed his arms, leaning closer into you.

“My boyfriend, Scaramouche,” you introduced and Scaramouche only huffed, tilting his hat down to let the shadows obscure his flustered face.

“Boyfriend or guard dog?” Your friend raised their eyebrows.

“Both,” you laughed and Scaramouche slapped your arm lightly.

“What did you do?” Your friend asked curiously. You displayed your healing injury and they started to giggle in response. “He’s all riled up from that?”

“It’s not my fault you can’t look after yourself,” he muttered, completely disregarding your friend and glaring at you. “I can’t even trust you to go outside by yourself. First it’s a scratch, then a bruise, then it’ll be broken bones and hospital unless I intervene. Don’t blame me for your incompetence.”

“Don’t mind him,” you smiled apologetically as you reached down for your bag, your arm accidentally hitting the sharp corner of the desk. You quickly retracted your limb with a stifled hiss but before you could look at it Scaramouche was already cradling your arm and scrutinising it.

“This is what I’m talking about,” Scaramouche chastised. “You’re actually a clumsy fool, you know that, right?”

“He’s very sweet,” you assured and your friend nodded half-heartedly.

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[aajjks]

The Conqueror (XV)

Synopsis: He had conquered everything, anything but your heart.

Pairings: Yandere!King Jungkook x Commoner!servant Reader (FT Jaehyun from NCT and Cha Eunwoo From ASTRO.)

warnings: YANDERE, DARK, OBSESSION, CR*ZY!JUNGKOOK, DU*B Y/N, CONFUSED JAEHYUN. EXTEME YANDERE… I repeat, c r a z y jk.

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The atmosphere only got darker and darker as jungkook sat on his jetblack horse, the horse’s steps were really fast as Jungkook guided it, the only sound present in the deep dark jungle was of the many horses’ steps. Jungkook's curly dark hair bounced as he passed all the foggy way of the jungle.

His jaw was clenched as his now tired eyes were focused on the rough road ahead, the cold breeze did nothing to distract the mad man’s mind as it was set on one thing.

You. Jungkook was restless, he was impatient and he was going crazy, his whole body was ready for any bloodshed necessary to have you back.

Jungkook was going to do absolutely anything to get you back, his eyebrows knitted together in jealousy. The anger he felt in his body was starting to direct towards you. How could you escape him, how could you even think that you could ever get rid of him. He felt like laughing, it was cute how Dongmin decided to betray him and help you escape.

But now, he was barely alive and was rotting in Jungkook’s many dungeons.

Jungkook had killed Dongmin’s spirit, by killing his sister sana.

He loved her so much, after all. Jungkook wanted to inflict the same pain he was almost forced to feel when you’d left him.

It was Jungkook’s law. An eye for an eye, and a heart for a heart.

“Your majesty? We are almost reaching Gagyeong.” One of the royal guards announced, as Jungkook’s heartbeat rose.

A smirk found its way onto the emperor’s face as he fastened his grip on the horse's reins. Jungkook was talented in many fields, but there were two specialties of his.

Sword Fighting and horse riding. Jungkook’s pace was so fast that it threatened the east flow of the wind, his whole body and mind were filled with determination.

But his heart was feeling hollow and void. Jungkook had never ever loved anyone until you came into his life.

He remembers every single detail about your first encounter with him so many years ago.

Your half covered face was engraved in his mind and heart. Just a glance was all it took for the young Jungkook to lose his heart.

To you.

“I know, be ready to attack anyone that dares to come my way… do not hesitate to shed blood.” Jungkook clenched his jaw, his grip was brutal on the reins of the horse.

“Anyone that dares to come my way shall die!” His voice boomed with anger. Jungkook was willing to do anything to get you back.

Absolutely anything.

“Jaehyun! It’s only getting darker! We have to find samcheon… Can you hurry it up!?” You called out to the man as you picked up the arrow’s. Your anxiety was starting to make you frustrated. The pit in your stomach made you want to throw up.

Something so bad was really about to happen.

You were sure of it. “YOON-OH!?” You screamed his real name with annoyance lacing your tone.

“Y/N! I’m here!” You turned around to see him standing, a sword in his hands.

He passed you a smile, his beautiful dimples made your heart flutter, “I think we are ready to go.” You announced after an awkward silence. Jaehyun nodded as the both of you began to walk out of the house.

Together.

“Let’s find him together, yeah?”

It had been hours. Your feet were threatening to give up as you followed Jaehyun walk, him and you had been looking for the old man since dawn.

But there was no sign of him, “Y-Y/N it’s only getting darker…. And we are out of gagyeong almost…” Jaehyun grabbed your arm, whispering to you. You turned to look at him. The look on his face made your heart break. “I think… that we should leave y/n.. there may be bandits… and it’s so dark.” He looked at you, you couldn’t make out the expression on his face but he sounded scared.

You felt shivers down your spine, the sound of the crickets and the wind made you feel uncomfortable.

That sick feeling wasn’t going away.

“Y-Yes I think we should leave…” The disappointment in your tone wasn’t missed by Jaehyun. He grabbed your hand, and held it tightly. The crunch of the leaves beneath your feet accompanied you both as you walked back. The rhythm of your steps followed you.

It was the only source of sound until you both looked back to hear the heavy sound of the horses.

“At this hour who could it be,” Jaehyun raised his eyebrows. “Hey… I think we should question them about whether they saw samcheon… maybe they could be regular travelers here….” Your eyes lit up as you spoke, halting your steps, Jaehyun looked at you, confused. “Ahhh I’m not sure- NO YOON-OH I HAVE A FEELING THAT WE SHOULD WAIT FOR THEM.” You cut Jaehyun off in a stern tone. He only shrugged and a small laugh left him.

God… you were so adorable, shit he was much in love with you.

You both decided to wait for the horse rider to arrive, the sound of them only got closer and closer. Y/N you are so stubborn I swear.” He pinched your cheeks, his gaze was looking at you so adoringly.

“Hush Jae.. I think they’re here.” You giggled. As the grown man poured.

The discussion between you two was interrupted as the traveler’s horses reached you two, you both watched ahead, the darkness was too much, the fogginess didn’t help either.

“We can’t even see..let me go and find some woods Y/N, I’ll be back.. please be here.” Jaehyun muttered quickly, your hand felt colder now as he left it.

to you as the horses stopped, right in front of you.

“A-Ah could you please help me?” You watched Jaehyun go, you walked ahead to the first horse. As you got closer, you could see that it was a jet black horse.

“Sir- BABY!!?!” The hairs on your body rose at that voice.

Shivers went down your spine, the voice made your mind freeze, your legs trembled. “Y/N BABY!” Your head spinned.

Your wide and now horrified eyes watched the man with a black cloak get off his horse.

No no NO NO NO!

“I-I finally found you, Y/N.” Jungkook’s face finally came into view. Unshed tears lingered around your eyelashes as you stood frozen,

he stalked closer to you.

Jungkook’s hands immediately grabbed your waist as he pulled your body close to him.

“I found you!” He giggled. As he stared at your face, those tired bloodshot eyes…. That gaze was filled with craziness and obsession.

“I-I finally found you baby!” He shook with excitement as his grip on your waist only tightened abnormally again, his lips came crashing on yours.

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[wolfsune09]

Tf2 OC Wip !!!!!!

The Rogue:

Name: Dexx, [[REDACTED]]

Class: Support

Specialty: Immobilizing/weakening opponents

♤ Does best when teamed up with offensive teammates; favorite to team up with is Pyro and [[REDACTED]]

Age: 22 yrs

Weapons:

-Compound Bow, harnessed to back

-Collapsable bo-staff

-Stun Grenades, fastened to belt

Silhouette shape:

-Triangle, opposite silhouette of [[REDACTED]]

Notes:

-Very short, 5'2, makes for a small target/surface area. Not the shortest merc, as new recruit [[REDACTED]] is shorter.

-Notably agile. Not as fast as Scout, given the shorter legs, but they have very quick reaction time.

-They/he. Mostly uses they.

-Top surgery scars

-Hair and lenses of heart-goggles are purple, the color changes tint depending on which team they're on.

♤ (Reddish-tinted hair and reddish goggle lenses if they're on red, vice-versa)

-Pants and Bow Harness are team color. Shirt, gloves, leg harnesses and combat boots are black.

-Diagonal slit in left brow, black lip ring on left side of mouth.

-Three peircings on each lobe

-Very droopy eye shape. Eye bags.

- :3 smile

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[shina913]

Scions, Ch.2 - Seokjin | Kim Line + JHS

Scions, 2 - Seokjin

sci·​on | \ ˈsī-ən \ Definition: (1) a descendant (2) a shoot or twig, especially one cut for grafting or planting

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Pairing: Jin x Fem!OC; Fem!Reader Sister + Jin

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Siblings!AU; Marriage!AU; FWB!AU; exes to ?; angst; smut; fluff

Warnings: unprotected sex (couple is in a monogamous relationship); spooning; dirty talk; cussing; overt discussions of fertility struggles; anxiety; OC has feelings of imposter syndrome; oral (M-receiving); alcohol consumption; character illness; a wild Jimin appears!

Word count: 6,033K+

Summary: Four grown siblings return to their childhood hometown after their father is declared to be terminal. They are forced to live under the same roof for days, along with their overbearing mother, to say their final goodbyes. It starts off nostalgic until some unresolved family issues along with an assortment of spouses, exes, and might-have-beens make things even more interesting.

A/N: This chapter was written as part of @btswritingcafe's Specialty Coffee Anniversary Event. There were three categories that featured various B-side tracks whose lyrics were meant to be the basis for the fic. For this particular chapter, I have chosen "21st Century Girls": Whatever other people say, Whatever this world tells you, You’re the best to me just the way you are.

Also—opening smut so—proceed with caution, under the cut!

“Oh my gooood, Jin–” she moans. Her hands reaching back and digging into his thigh as he thrusts deeply into her.

“You like that? You like when I fuck you like this?” He gasps into her ear. He woke up hard this morning and was consumed with the desire to be inside her.

“Yes,” she mewls as he works his cock into her cunt.

She couldn’t say no to him—not when his fingers had so deftly rubbed her clit until she was sopping wet for him. He had built up the visceral need in her, one that would only be fulfilled if he fucked her senseless.

“I’m gonna cum so hard for you–you feel so good…so tight for me,” he rasps. He suckles on her neck, pumping his hips against hers.

“Ah, I’m close! Yes!”

He groaned and drilled harder and deeper into her. His fingers grasping her hips while her body trembled from her brewing climax.

She came with a loud cry…her moans filling the entire room and seeping out into the empty hallway, echoing through the entire house.

He followed shortly after. Gasping for air while he emptied himself into her.

It was raw, unbridled lust. 

******

“You think that increased our chances?”

He pauses buttoning his shirt for a beat.

“I…hope so,” he says, his voice lined with a thin layer of disappointment. It’s been a while since he had been inside her purely because he wanted to give his wife a good fucking.

He continued to fasten the rest of his buttons then took a quick glance at himself in the bathroom mirror before walking into the bedroom to rejoin his wife.

“Who knows? Maybe some spontaneity will help us.” He remarks, lightening his tone as he approaches her, still laying in bed.

She gives him a small smile. 

Seokjin and Yoojung have been married for a little over three years. They’ve known each other since they were in grade school. He finally asked her out during their junior year in high school. They went to prom together and stayed as a couple through their university years until he asked her to marry him.

Yoojung was a sweetheart. She was the quintessential girl-next-door—or if you wanted to be literal about it, she was the girl from two blocks away.

She’s always been so shy and reserved–she was practically a wallflower so it was a wonder how Jin plucked her out from the hordes of girls giving him heart-eyes at school back then. He could have his pick of any woman he wanted. He could have very well dumped her when they went to different universities–but each and every time, he only had eyes for her.

Yoojung couldn’t believe her luck–she had always been in love with Jin. Despite his popularity, he was sincere, caring, and extremely down-to-earth. He could have gone on to the big city and found a job but he chose to come back to his hometown and help run the family’s restaurant.

“Have a good day, yeobo,” she says as she tilts her chin up to kiss him

“You too. I love you,” he smiled.

“Love you, too,” she responded as she watched him walk out of their room.

They typically had breakfast together. She’d make him coffee and pack him lunch. But their early morning shenanigans caused her to stay laid up on the bed…to let things marinate.

Yoojung decided to lie still for another few minutes before she hopped in the shower to get ready for her day.

It was already light out when Jin backs out of his garage, slightly later than his usual departure time. He thought it was worth being late to the market just to have those blissful extra few minutes with Yoojung.

******

“Good morning, everyone!” He greets his staff enthusiastically as he enters through the side entrance of the kitchen, bringing in a container of fresh fish from the market. They all murmur their greetings in return as they’re already far into the day’s prep work. He hands the styrofoam container to his chef who compliments his bosses’ ingredient of choice for today’s special.

“How’s your dad today,” the chef asked while he was in the middle of working on his mise en place.

“He has his good days and bad. But he’s been listening to the doctor and taking it easy. Of course staying still has always been a huge challenge for him,” Jin says jokingly.

“Ah, you know your dad—he’d prefer to work until his last breath,” he says.

Jin smiles. “I’m sure he does. But, if he wants to be able to live the rest of his life—enjoy his grandchildren…he doesn’t have much of a choice. He has to rest.”

The chef’s eyebrows quirk. “Are you trying to say that he’s about to have more grandchildren?”

He paused, brimming with uncertainty. But instead of completely dodging the question, he carefully sidestepped it instead. “It’s certainly a possibility,” he chuckled.

The chef laughed. “Don’t worry, boss. I’m not trying to put any pressure on you. I’m sure that you and your siblings were more than a handful for your parents back then. It’s why I only had the one kid! It already felt like a circus with just him!”

Jin laughed in response. The truth was, his father had a talent for juggling. In fact, it felt as if he had invented it by the way he raised four kids, mostly on his own.

He only dreamed of becoming half the man he was. And if Yoojung ended up getting pregnant during this cycle, would he be up to the job?

******

//Eight months ago

“Seokjin-ah, can you open this for me, please?”

Jin pauses his inventory, sets his clipboard down and walks over to where his dad stood in the middle of the kitchen to unscrew the lid off the jar of homemade gochujang.

“Thank you, son. I’m sorry–your old man is an old man,” he chuckled, scooping some into the soup that he was mixing.

“Why don’t you just store the gochujang in a plastic tub? It would make it easier on you–”

“Jin,” he says sagely. “It’s much better in a glass bottle. It extends the shelf-life, especially for something homemade like this. Besides, I just probably need to lift more weights,” he jokes.

Jin smiles. “How ‘bout this? What if you switch to a flip-top jar then? It would be more convenient for you,” he suggests. “Plus, I don’t want to get a random call saying that you’re stuck underneath the bench press,” he laughs.

His father laughed heartily in response. “That would be humiliating,” he remarked. “But you know what? The flip-top jar is a great idea. Could you add that to our next order?”

“Of course!”

He watches his father carefully. It looked like he had gotten much older in a short amount of time…as if he didn’t look well. But the smile on his face said otherwise. 

“Aish, these darned pants,” he chuckles again. “They just won’t stay up.” He goes on to adjust the drawstring on his work trousers to tighten them further.

“Did mom put you on one of her weird diets again?” Jin wonders. His dad looked like he shed some weight recently–not that he was overweight to begin with.

He chalked it up to his mom being home more. Maybe her presence fast-tracked those wrinkles and gray hairs. Jin chuckles to himself.

Kim Beomsok had always lived an active lifestyle, despite making his living around food. He was always on the go. If he wasn’t running errands for the restaurant, he was shuttling his kids around town—from school, to playdates, extra-curricular activities.

Everyone in town knew that Kim family.

More recently, he slowed down a lot. What with three out of his four children living away from home, with their own lives. He did enjoy the occasional trip to the city, where he could play with his grandchildren. They were his pride and joy. He especially loved it when he could cook for them.

But it’s been a while since he drove too far from home. He found himself tiring out more easily. His doctor advised him to scale back and enjoy retirement.

Retirement involved his wife, a famous movie and television actress who had since stepped away from the limelight that she enjoyed for close to three decades. She was also tired and wanted to spend more time with the love of her life.

However, you can take the actress off the stage, but she still had an on-stage mindset. Case in point, keeping up with her ‘healthy’ diets.

His father laughs heartily. “I tried but I find myself sneaking in more midnight snacks than anything. One night, I finished half a slab of samgyeopsal all by myself.”

Jin laughed at that. He knew he could eat a whole slab of pork on his own–he and his siblings have seen it with their own eyes.

Each night, after dinner service, his father always made the staff a hearty meal. It was another way of showing gratitude and appreciation for a job well done. And he always joined in and partook in a celebratory beer.

Lately, his father hadn’t been joining the staff during meals. He still cooked but seemed a bit more tired than usual, apologizing constantly at the meager effort that he pulled together.

Restaurant staff always waved him off. How many bosses actually cooked for their staff on a nightly basis? Besides, he was understandably getting older, moving a bit slower than usual.

His father was still a proud man and the restaurant had been his whole life. This place, just like a handful of other family-owned businesses around town, was an institution. It helped that their mom’s star power kept its popularity—but more than that? The place just had great food and even better service. Anybody who came to eat there was always treated like family.

It was why Jin took it upon himself to slowly take on more tasks for the business. It began from supply inventories to accounting…pretty soon, he was helping plan out the seasonal menu. There was nothing in the restaurant’s daily operation that Jin didn’t have a hand in.

Eventually, he and his siblings were able to convince their dad to retire and enjoy the fruits of his labor. He had been working non-stop since he was a teenager. He deserved to rest.

//End flashback

******

“Hello?”

“So—when you make your kalguksu, do you wash your noodles or just throw them into the pot?”

YN sighed into her car’s bluetooth receiver. She had just picked up her oldest, Joobin from elementary school and was en route to picking up her youngest, Jooni from preschool.  “Well…it’s a matter of preference, really. Do you want a thicker or clear broth?”

“Good point. So anyway! That’s not really why I called.”

YN laughed out loud.

“There’s no good way to broach this topic but—holy shit, fertility treatments are no joke,” he blurts out.

She squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oppa, you are on my bluetooth speaker and I just picked up Joobin.”

Joobin giggled from the backseat. “Uncle Jin said ‘shit.’”

“Ah, sorry, Joobinie! Don’t repeat that. Uncle is bad!”

YN groans in response. “Okay, let’s watch our language, please?”

“Right, sorry about that,” Jin apologizes. “Anyway…back to what I was saying. I know it’s the extra hormones from the shots but,” he sighs audibly, “I feel like I'm getting hit from all directions! It’s a rollercoaster of emotions.”

She shrugged her shoulders as she turned right on an intersection. “Just think, oppa—when she’s actually pregnant, it’s going to be ten times worse.”

“I knew this process was going to be long and difficult and truth be told, I thought I’d approach it differently by keeping it light to help us get through it, because…why wouldn’t I want to have sex with my wife?”

She cringed. “Gaaahh! Oppa! Language, please!”

“Ah, shit,” he says again on the other line while Joobin laughs.

“That’s it! I’m switching this conversation to my headset,” YN says, fishing out her earpiece from the center console and transferring the audio output.

“Okay, now you can speak freely,” she rolled her eyes. 

He sighed. “I’m sorry…I just,” he hesitates for a bit, “I just don’t know anybody else who's gone through the same process. The struggles of–trying for a kid…the physical and emotional toll…” he trails off.

YN softens her tone. “What’s wrong? Are you and Yoojung having problems?”

“No,” he says tentatively. “Not in that way. She’s putting in a lot of energy into this whole thing and I can see it consuming her. I’m worried.”

She hummed sympathetically. “Have you sat down and talked about it? What if you skip a cycle and wait for her hormones to normalize a bit? Maybe things might not be as tense,” she recommends.

He sighed into the phone. “I could suggest that but I don’t know how she’ll take it. She seems to really, really want this baby.”

“Do you want the same thing as she does? I mean, to have a kid?” She asked.

“I do,” he answered instantaneously. “But…”

“But what?”

He catches a glimpse of their wedding portrait propped on one side of his desk. “I just don’t want her to feel as if she’s obligated to do this. I want a kid, of course…but if it’s not in the cards for us, I still want us to be happy. I want her to be happy,” he sighed. “I think that she thinks this might be a make-or-break moment for our marriage—to…fuuuck me,” He drags out while he knits his brows in confusion.

She choked out a laugh on the other line. “Say that again?“

“No-no, YN. It’s-it’s dad,” he stammers as he watches his dad walk through the kitchen from the back office’s window.

“What? What happened to dad?”

“He just walked in through the kitchen—shit, I gotta go, YN.”

“Okay, okay. Call me back later. Love you!”

“Yep, love you, bye.“ 

He rushed out of his office and back into the kitchen. “D-dad? Wh-what are you doing here? Mom said you weren’t feeling well last night—“

He waved him off. “Ah, that was nothing. I woke up feeling much better and got an idea. I stopped by the market and… look!” He exclaims as he holds up a bucketful of Manila clams. “What do you say? Bajirak kalguksu?”

******

His efforts to drive him away from the restaurant so he could rest at home were futile.

Even after calling his mom, she told Jin to just let him be.

His dad ended up spending the whole afternoon there, even helping out through lunch and dinner service and rewarding all employees with a delicious pot of kalguksu.

Jin and his dad slurp loudly at their respective bowls of soup. As they set them back down on the table, they both let out a sigh of appreciation then burp almost in unison. After which, they make eye contact for a brief moment..before falling into absolute stitches seconds later.

Their staff had already gone home for the night so they were enjoying a bit of quiet time before Jin did his nightly walkthrough. 

“That was great, dad. As always,” he says as he picks up his bottle of beer and taps it against his dad’s.

After he takes a long drag of it, he remarks, “I wish I could make it like you do,” Jin  says quietly.

“You make it just fine, son,” he says to him before he takes a gulp of his beer.

“It’s just not the same. There’s–I don’t know…always something missing.”

“You make it your own way–and I think it tastes great.”

Jin chuckles. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Son, you should do things your way, not how I do them. I mean–” he spreads his arms out, gesturing around the restaurant. “Look at this place–it’s like a well-oiled machine! I couldn’t have left it in more capable hands.”

Jin sighs. “I just learned to do things like you showed me, dad.”

“Well…there’s pros and cons to that, Seokjinie. One, I’m flattered that you think I’ve taught you well. But two–you can always choose to go a different path. Hell–look at Namjoon-ah and YN-ah. They’re off doing their own thing…that was their choice, I respect that. Taehyung-ah…” he sighs, “I’m not gonna lie, I worry about that boy. But,” he shrugged his shoulders, “He’s trying to find his own way. I get it–he looks up to his hyungs and his noona. He’ll figure things out soon enough.”

Jin narrows his eyes at him. “Why are you getting all sentimental, dad? Is it the beer? Are you a lightweight now because you haven’t had a drop in a while,” he jokes. 

Jin’s dad laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Maybe,” he sighed. “I just want to make sure that you’re all settled, you know? And by that I mean–happy with the choices you’ve made. And if you aren’t–you need to do something about it sooner rather than later.”

“Are you happy with the choices you’ve made, dad?”

“Of course!” He says proudly after swallowing another gulp of beer. “I’ll admit, there were difficult times…especially when your mother worked a lot. But all those choices I made–I stood by them. They all worked out eventually.” He then turns to his son. “We raised all four of you after all,” he said with a smile. “I think you all turned out alright?”

Jin chuckled, fidgeting with the label on his bottle.

“But…like I said–if you’re unhappy now, don’t wait until resentment sets in. Life’s too short for that.”

******

After Jin watches his dad drive off, he proceeds to close out the register and records the day’s total sales. By the time he was done, he got home close to 11PM. He hangs his keys by the front door and toes his shoes off, setting them in the hallway closet.

He pads over to the kitchen and retrieves a bottle of wine from the fridge and a glass from the cupboard. He sets the glass down and proceeds to pour himself a generous serving. He swirls it around and takes a sip. He sighs at the combination of cool, sweet, acidity hitting his palette.

It was already shaping up to be a long day–slightly made more complicated by his dad’s unexpected visit. But it was over now, at least. He contemplated dinner. Yoojung had texted him earlier that she had put away a plate for him–which he saw in the fridge when he retrieved the wine.

He rubbed his eyes–sleep quickly taking over the moment he walked through his front door. That plate would just have to be breakfast for tomorrow…or he could pack it for lunch. He didn’t have time to decide on that now.

He picks up the wine glass and tilts his head back to polish it off before rinsing it and setting it on the dish rack to try.

He drags his feet up the steps when suddenly, he hears his wife curse loudly, then quickly followed by something hitting the floor.

He rushes the last few steps to check on her, finding her in their bathroom.

“Damn it! Damn it,” she says as slams her fist on the sink.

“Love, are you okay? I heard something crash–” he looks down on the floor and sees some cotton swabs and rounds scattered on the floor, along with whatever remnants of the containers that originally held them.

She looks up at him, beneath tear-soaked lashes.

“Are you hurt?” He rushes over to check on her hands.

“No, no. I’m–I’m not hurt,” she whimpers. “Then what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

She sighed deeply. “I…did a pregnancy test. I just thought–” she paused for a beat, “I had a feeling. I…I felt different so I thought I’d check and…” Her lips narrow into a thin line, trying to bite back the rest of her sobs.

He enveloped her in a warm embrace, and she melted right into him. “Hey…it’s okay, love,” he says. He rubbed her back, trying to comfort her.

“I’m so sorry, yeobo,” she cried softly. “I’m really, really sorry.”

“Huh? For what?”

“For being such a failure,” she said sadly.

At the sound of that, he pulls her away from his chest to look at her. “Yoojung, why would you say that?”

“Because–I can’t give you a baby,” she says before another wave of sobs escape her lips.

Jin sighed. “You know, when we took that step to try fertility treatments, we came to that decision together. Any setback or doubts that either of us had or felt, we agreed to talk through it together.”

He kept his eyes at her, staring intensely. “Lately, I feel like you’re doing way more than what I thought we had initially talked about with the doctor. Constantly checking your body temperature, changing your diet, setting timers…I can’t imagine what this is doing to you but I just know that it worries me…seeing you like this.”

“Jin, the doctor said, there’s no shame in being a bit proactive to speed up the process. I know that we could be looking at a long road and that it’s different for every couple–”

“Precisely! It’s different for every couple,” he repeats. “I was there, too, when he gave us the whole spiel. But I see the process completely overwhelming you. At first I thought it was just the hormones but…now, I don’t know. Talk to me, love,” he pleads with her. “I want to know what you’re feeling. I want to be in this with you, too.”

She tried to fight that sinking feeling within her. That feeling of desperation and helplessness. Yes, it was the extra hormones but that wasn’t entirely true. She sniffled. “I just want us to have a baby, Jin. I feel…I feel so incomplete…and unworthy–”

“I’m going to stop you right there! It breaks my heart that you would think of yourself like that,” he cuts her off abruptly.

“I can’t help it,” she whined. “Ever since you asked me out–I felt like I always had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. All these years, I’ve had to–endure all of these…these judgy looks from all of these girls and women who were more deserving of your attention.”

“Yoojung–”

She shook her head. “Honestly–I was doing fine. I thought that I finally got over all that after you asked me to marry you. But now?” she chuckled bitterly, “We’ve been married for over three years–and still–” she sucked in a breath, “I feel like such a fraud.” She reaches over to grab a couple of tissues to clean up the broken pieces of acrylic and pick up the rest of the mess that she made during her sudden emotional outburst.

Despite Jin’s repeated reassurances, Yoojung still felt as if having a child would complete their family…and complete her, in a way.

They lived in a small town–where virtually everyone knew each other. And they can only field so many of those ‘When are you having kids’ questions. It was getting exhausting.

Jin bends down to help his wife pick up the pieces off the bathroom floor. They did so quietly until they were satisfied that they had picked up every fragment.

Yoojung gets under the covers and Jin follows her back to the bedroom and sits next to her.

“Hey–” he cupped her face in his hands. “It’s still early. We still have over a week left in this cycle so…we can still keep trying.” He tries to console her.

“And…if it doesn’t work, maybe…now hear me out on this…maybe we should consider skipping the next cycle? We can regroup, give your body some time to rest. What do you think?” He asked softly, rubbing her arms for comfort.

Her shoulders sagged at the sound of that. She didn’t want to lose the momentum they had. “I don’t know, Jin.”

“Have I ever forced you to do anything that you didn’t want to?”

“No,” she says quietly.

“And–have you ever felt pressured by any of my family members–at all–to have children?”

She shook her head.

“Then why? Why would you want to torture yourself like this? To prove to me that you’re worthy?”

“But–married couples have babies, Jin! And–w-what about your family name? Wouldn’t you want to leave a legacy?”

He laughed. “Yoojung, I have two more brothers–I’m pretty sure, they’ll be able to pick up the slack in that aspect.”

“I know but…Jin, you’re the oldest, you’re–”

“Yeobo.” He places his hands on her shoulders to calm her down, face turning more serious this time. “What is this really about? Did the doctor say anything to you that you’re not telling me? Do we have a deeper problem?”

She shook her head. The fertility specialist hadn’t said anything different from when they first sat down with them and discussed options, risks, and possible and highly likely moments of heartbreak during this whole process. Yoojung figured that if she focused more on the positive aspects, that the pitfalls wouldn’t matter so much–and that the outcome would be different and work in their favor.

So far, it hasn’t.

It’s only been a few months into their journey but she has been feeling more stressed and anxious than ever. She was over 30 now and fearful that her prospects of conceiving were lowering so time was of the essence. Although Jin has been supportive, the bottom line was that he didn’t understand how a woman’s body worked…or the concept of a biological clock in terms of reproduction.

She looked at him, tears pooling in her eyes. “I just want to make you happy, Jin,” she says in earnest.

He lets out an ill-timed chuckle. Yoojung finally lets out that sob that she’s been holding in. “Hello? I’m crying here??” She says angrily.

“I’m sorry, love–I just had to laugh at what you just said.”

She scrunched her face in confusion and annoyance. ”What? That I want to make you happy,” she whimpers.

Jin reaches out to cup her face in his hands, swiping at her tears with his thumbs.  “Yoojung–when have I ever said that I wasn’t happy?” She was silent. She didn’t have a good answer for him.

“See? You can’t even answer that,” he says softly. “Whatever or whoever gave you that idea?”

It was her imposter syndrome kicking back into gear. Yes, she got over it after they were married and it was blissful. She was finally feeling secure and confident in her relationship with Jin. They basked in newlywed bliss for a year.

And then one year turned into two, two rolled into three.

Suddenly, living in the hometown where they were born, raised, and worked in was not all it was cut up to be.

When are we going to see mini-Seokjinies running around, Yoojung?

Seokjin-ah, when are you going to pass on your worldwide handsome genes?

How long have you both been married? And still?

Are you two having problems?

It comforted Jin knowing that his wife and sister had a close bond. YN offered an ear for when Yoojung had bad days and needed a confidante. She had her own friends but at least YN understood her. She didn’t judge but she didn’t patronize her either.

“Love, I don’t know where this is all coming from–and for now, I’ll just blame the excess hormones in you. But listen to me…you don’t have to prove anything to me. In fact, you don’t have to prove anything to anybody! I fell in love with you because…you’re you. And I know that doesn’t seem like a believable statement but you’re just going to have to trust me. I want you just the way you are and I would never, ever ask you to change yourself. If you want to do that because you’re doing it for yourself and because that’s what makes you happy? Then fine–I’ll take it, but don’t ever do it on my account.”

He gazed at her more fiercely this time. He was fully aware of her insecurities–and he never threw it in her face. He acknowledged them and he would listen and tirelessly reassure her whenever she opened up about them.

“Don’t you want somebody more…I don’t know…who can give you a family?” She asked lowly.

“I already have a family. I have you,” he wiped a tear away again. “Nobody takes care of me like you do. Nobody else loves me like you do. That’s why I’m with you. You love me unconditionally. How can I ask for more from you when you’ve already given me everything?”

Any woman would melt at the sound of that. How can you not?

“Whatever other people say, whatever this world tells you…you’re the best to me just the way you are. I love you, Yoojung.”

“I love you, Seokjinie,” she smiles at him. He pulls her face closer to his and kisses her. Soon enough, her hands rake through his hair, pulling at the strands. He groans and deepens the kiss.

He groans as he pulls away and knits his eyebrows in curiosity. “Mrs. Kim–do you want a repeat of this morning’s…entanglement?”

She smiled playfully. “Let me remind you that my hormones are still on overdrive.” She closed in on him, pushing on his chest so his back hits their mattress. He gasps at her sudden aggression but he was all too happy to let her take control.

“And right now, they’re telling me to take care of my husband.” She turned her attention to his lower half. She did take care of him in all aspects. And he had zero complaints there.

She unbuckled his belt. “You’ve worked very hard today, Mr. Kim.” Then unzipped his pants. “So why don’t you lay back,” He moans softly when she pulls him out. “And watch me work on you.” She flashed a sly grin before she dipped her head, wrapping her lips around his cock.

He squeezed his eyes shut, surrendering. His fingers tugged at her hair at the feel of her warm, velvety mouth.

She watched his lips part in a sharply indrawn breath. 

“Yoojung…” His hooded gaze heated as he watched her hollow her cheeks, bobbing up and down his length. “Hmm, yes. Just like that, love.”

His praises spurred her on. She took him as deep as she could. He let out a deep groan once he felt the tip of his cock hit the soft cushion in the back of her throat.

Just as he felt himself tipping over the edge, he is jolted by the sound of his phone ringing.

He tries to reach out for it. Vaguely remembering that he tossed it somewhere on top of the covers when he sat on the bed, trying to comfort his wife.

He feels Yoojung pull away from him.

“Love, don’t worry, about it,” he almost whines, wanting her mouth to stay in place. “Probably just the chef forgetting about–”

“It’s your mom,” she says as she hands it to him.

He rolled his eyes and answered before the call went to voicemail.

“Ma, what–”

“Seokjin! Seokjin, you have to come quick! It’s your dad,” she says in a panicked state. “He just…he just collapsed and I can’t wake him up,” she sobbed hysterically on the other line.

Jin immediately sits up and scrambles to get himself decent. “Don’t wait until I get there. Just call an ambulance and I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

******

“Wait but—I thought that the drop in weight was from diabetes or…or a thyroid issue?”

The doctor glances at Jin’s mother, Lina, who was seated right by his father’s side, whimpering. He had been injected with sedatives but was stable.

“Dr. Park…please…We’ve known each other for, what? Decades! You and Taehyung have grown up together. You’re family. Just level with me—what is going on with my dad?” Jin’s eyes were pleading. He’d been kept in the dark and he could feel it.

He knew his father had been sick and was told that it just came with age and that he just needed to be on a strict regimen. He had no idea how serious it was.

He lived about 20 minutes away from his parents but made it a point to call or check in every couple days since the restaurant had taken up a lot of his time.

Every time he saw his parents, they always seemed to be in good spirits. His dad spent a lot of time in the garage tinkering with his 1972 Ford Gran Torino, since he finally had the time to do so.

He sounded incredibly happy. His wife was semi-retired from acting, only taking minor roles so she wouldn’t be away from him for too long. They were enjoying being together—as if making up for lost time.

The doctor glances at Lina once more but Jin tilts his head to block his line of sight.

“Jimin-ah! Tell me what is happening with my father?” Jin says more forcefully this time. If he wasn’t going to respond to formalities, he thought a more ‘personal’ approach would compel him.

“It’s alright, Jiminie,” Jin’s mother says softly. “We’ve taken this far enough,” she sniffled.

Jimin looks his hyung in the eyes with trepidation. He wished that he didn’t have to deliver this news but on the other hand, he wouldn’t dare have a nurse or resident do it for him. Not with this family.

He blew out a shallow breath and squared his shoulders. “Hyung…abeonim’s organs are shutting down,” he says gravely. “His body is no longer responding to treatments.”

Jin starts reeling from the information. Dreading the rest of the prognosis.

“What treatments? I thought you said that he just needed some pills and exercise and rest—I don’t…” Jin trails off. His head whips around to look back at his father, laying on the hospital bed. His body, laid up against the white sheets in this equally white room made him look more emaciated than usual.

“At this point, we just need to make sure he’s comfortable.”

“Comfortable?” Jin repeats incredulously. “We just made clam kalguksu this evening! We had some beers—” He rakes his fingers through his hair as he is in complete disbelief.

“H-how the fuck does he go from that to this,” he points aggressively towards the bed.

“Sometimes,” Jimin says calmly, “Patients will experience what we call a ‘surge’. One day, they’re good, the next…”

“Thank you, Jiminie,” Jin’s mom says walking up to both young men, rubbing her son’s back gently. 

Jin turns away from them wordlessly while Jimin carries on a conversation with his mom. His mouth goes dry while he attempts to internally grapple with all of the information that he just heard. He meandered across the room until he reached the foot of his father’s bed.

He was covered in a warm blanket, looking like he typically did when he napped on the couch at home or in the back office at the restaurant. Jin reaches out to rest his hand on his father’s foot, squeezing it gently. It flinched a little from the contact, remembering that he was incredibly ticklish.

He was still here, he thought.

From a distance, Jin hears Jimin tell his mom that a nurse and hospital social worker will come by soon to go over paperwork for hospice care.

Hospice?

Hospice.

It was as if his whole childhood flashed before his eyes like a movie–slowing down at the scene from this afternoon–when he was in the kitchen, bouncing around and laughing boisterously with the staff. How could this same man be upright one moment then suddenly declared terminal mere hours later?

“Jin.”

He slowly turned his head at his mom, who was standing next to him now. He had been completely unaware that a tear had pushed its way through, sliding down his cheek.

She felt a pang of guilt within her. She reaches up and gingerly wipes it away with her thumb. “You should call your brothers and sister.”

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The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 2, Chapter 10. The Passenger

Nap time? Nap time! That was the best of all possible times. Well, next to ‘time to eat’ and ‘time to go visit Peli’. Grogu would always trade in a nap for food or friendship or both. 

The only thing that was surprising was the Mandalorian telling him it was nap time. Din Djarin did not follow a schedule. He slept when there was nothing better to do. He ate when he was hungry. And he did everything else when it was necessary and not a moment before. So what was going on now?

Of course, part of the problem was this time they had a passenger traveling with them. Well multiple passengers really. The Frog lady and the eggs. Grogu supposed that was enough to cause a change in behavior even from a person as stubborn as a Mandalorian. 

He understood the Mandalorian wanting a nap given that. It had been a lot of trouble dealing with the Krayt dragon and not actually finding another Mandalorian for Din to talk to, although for his part, Grogu had liked meeting Marshal Vanth. But they ended up back in Mos Eisley and Peli had introduced them to the Frog lady and she said her husband knew where more Mandalorians were… according to Peli. 

Grogu would have wanted a nap too, but the eggs had been a very enticing distraction to him so he had been willing to put off sleeping. Now that Din Djarin was insisting that they sleep, well, what choice did he rally have? None. That’s how it worked. When you were with the Mandalorian you did what he told you to do. 

That might sound a little more bossy than Grogu intended. It wasn’t that Din was being mean. He wasn’t. It was just easier for him to protect Grogu if Grogu was with him. It also meant it was harder for Grogu to explore the ship if his protector had an arm wrapped around him. Dank Farrik. 

Grogu had enjoyed exploring the Razor Crest. It had all sorts of specialty spaces, cabinets, rooms, cargo, tools, supplies. He had only had time to make a partial inspection of them all. It wasn’t that he didn’t find that work fascinating. He did. But Din Djarin liked to keep an eye on him, except when Grogu went to use the privy. Then he was given all the privacy he wanted. That had been fine except for that time he’d tried a different component set up and had gotten stuck. He really thought it had been meant for washing his feet. Really.

It was clear, based on just a partial inspection, that Din Djarin liked to keep things neat and tidy. Even the little drawers for the spare parts like fasteners had been labeled neatly, in precise, if tiny, script. Grogu had wondered if they were all perfectly sorted, because it struck him that if you went to the trouble of writing out all those little labels it would be kind of heart breaking to find the parts mixed up when you went to get something you needed. 

That part of his  inspection had taken a huge amount of time. He was pleased to give it all a passing score. He just hoped he’d put all the little bins back in the correct places when he was done with the inspection. He was worried about that because the Mandalorian had become much more of a shriek hawk, watching him all the time, after Grogu had completed that part of his work. Grogu was pretty sure that date order from the time of inspection was a good way to organize them and it had taken him a long time to put the inspection dates on all the labels.

He was pretty sure the Mandalorian appreciated all the hard work based on how excited he was when he noticed it the next time the hyperdrive needed an adjustment. Grogu didn’t know what everything he said meant, and he’d tried to look up some of the words in the ship’s databank, but apparently they were so specialized that the databank didn’t have an analog for them other than the phrase “refers to human reproduction”. If that meant that the Mandalorian wanted to have more children to help him with the overall organization of the ship, well, that was pretty great as far as Grogu was concerned. He could use some friends to help him with the other ships components that needed better labels and organization. They could start in the privy and get that labeled properly so no one would put their foot in the wrong place again.

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din darjin

[failureofmylife]

It took me

fifty years, but I finally know what I want to do when I grow up.

I want to build specialty wheelchairs for travel.

You have a super-expensive wheelchair that the air fuckheads like to break whenever you travel? Rent one of my cheapies for your journey instead.

I am thinking “chrome iron construction”, with ALL nuts and joints and fastenings aimed outward. Goal weight: more than you. Stout enough to survive being run over by a garbage truck. The TRUCK will need service afterwards. You lift it wrong and it will break your fingers. And your back. Runs three hours on batteries. For the person riding in it, it is comfy. For everyone else it is an immediate threat. You will need to use it for your journey to and from the plane, and that is it. This will be a wheelchair as designed by Motorhead, it is solely for the journey.

I want to make a wheelchair that is not exactly designed to wreck he airplane, but mishandle it like they always do, and it will break shit. You make ONE mistake and it will damage enough stuff that the plane company loses money on the trip. Think of it as “property damage, with wheels”.

Comes in three models; “Wrecker” which is designed for dainty women. “Damager” which is designed for burly men, and “Snaggletooth” which is unisex for anyone under 18 and consequently more aggressive in the design. Where the Damager will give you bruises if you mishandle it, the Wrecker model WILL break your limbs. And Snaggletooth will leave actual fingers on the tarmac.

Do I hate air businesses? Not really, but I HATE that they care so little about the stuff they are supposed to care about. And TELLING them to shape up makes no difference. So let us try “breaking shit until the cost is too great to ignore” instead.

[inkedinfantasy]

FFXIVWrite #1: Cross

Azem/Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus. A snapshot of a quiet morning together.

Read on AO3 here.

    Hades had only just finished fastening the ties of his robes when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind and Hythlodaeus’s face appeared next to his in the mirror, the sleepy softness of his smile betraying the early hour.

    “I’ve a meeting that Lahabrea has been hounding me about relentlessly this morning. You’ll have to pester Hyperion to make you breakfast.” Hades scowled at their reflection even as he leaned back into the embrace. Hythlodaeus’s smile only widened. 

“They’re still asleep. Late arrival last night. Seeing as you were already dead to the world, I was left to welcome them home alone. I would think that we were owed at least some breakfast for that.”

“And perhaps if Hyperion didn’t make a habit of showing up without warning the night before I have important business, you’d be correct.”

“Hmm. It’s too early for you to be this petulant, you know.”

“It’s the perfect time for me to be petulant.”

He watched in the mirror as Hythlodaeus’s amusement mellowed into a softer expression. “Well,” he said, releasing his hold and giving Hades a small peck on the cheek before stepping back, “I can’t promise it’ll be at quite the same level of quality, but I suppose since you’re so very busy I can take care of breakfast this morning.”

“You’re the best cook out of all of us anyway.”

“Did someone mention breakfast?” Hyperion came padding out of the bedroom, even more bleary-eyed than Hythlodaeus.

Hades arched an eyebrow, reaching over to brush a lock of hair out of their face without thinking. “Hyperion. How miraculous to see you up this early.”

“Mmm. Right now I’m hungrier than I am tired, against all odds.” Their face brightened at the sounds coming from the kitchen. “Is Daeus making food?”

“Yes. It took a great deal of convincing, as you can imagine.”

Hyperion laughed before turning back to face him. “And you’re sure you’re not able to stay and eat?”

“I imagine if I were to put off this meeting any longer, Lahabrea would be knocking at our door within a bell to fetch me himself.”

“Well, at least take this then.” Hyperion crossed the room to where they’d dropped their bag upon their late night arrival, rummaging through it until they pulled what looked like a handful or two of small objects, perfectly preserved in a bubble of creation magic. Dispelling the bubble, they handed one of the objects over to Hades. It was a small bun of some sort with a sweet, lightly spiced scent to it.

“They’re the specialty of a bakery in a town on the other side of the star. Some of the best I’ve ever had.” Hyperion’s smile turned wry. “Thought you two might like them, and I knew likely as not our esteemed Emet-Selch would be running off early the next time I got back.” They gave his hand a gentle squeeze before crossing to the kitchen and accepting a cup of tea from Hythlodaeus, raising it in a small salute as Hades unlocked the door. “Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Hades scoffed, looking back as he stepped outside to see Hyperion offer one of the buns to Hythlodaeus, who took a bite of it right out of their hand.

He couldn’t stop the smallest of smiles blooming on his face.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2022 #my writing #is there a catchy name for this ship I'm actually not sure

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[shopmeems]

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[prismpages]

Delicate Interior Design Pieces That Need To Be Handled With Care

Introduction

Interior design involves dealing with a wide variety of materials and pieces ranging from sturdy items like furniture and flooring to delicate components like glassware, ceramics, antiques, and more. While robust items can withstand everyday wear and tear within the home, fragile décor pieces demand extra care during handling, transport, cleaning, and regular use. This article discusses some of the most delicate interior design elements that call for attentive handling to prevent damage.

Glass

Glass is one of the most fragile materials commonly used in interior design. From decorative vases and sculptures to framed artwork, polished glass tables, and mirrored surfaces, homes are filled with beautiful glass décor. However, a single drop or knock can cause the glass to crack or shatter into sharp fragments. Some best practices for caring for glass pieces include:

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Clean glass surfaces with a microfiber cloth instead of paper towels to avoid scratches. Apply glass cleaner in a circular motion.

Relocate or secure items in high-traffic areas where people or pets may unintentionally bump into them.

Be extra careful when placing heavier objects like books or plants on glass shelves, coffee tables, or display cabinets.

Ceramics and Pottery

From delicate vases and sculptures to functional kitchenware, ceramics are a fixture in many interior spaces. However, their fired clay construction also makes them prone to chips or cracks from impact. When handling ceramic items:

Pack individually in bubble wrap or padded boxes rather than stacking several together.

Carry pottery by the base rather than the rim to avoid putting stress on delicate areas.

For larger ceramic pieces like planters, use a dolly, hand truck, or enlist another person for aid during relocation.

Take care when arranging ceramics on open shelving rather than stacking to avoid knocks from above.

Dry fragile ceramics with a cloth instead of a dishwasher to prevent thermal shock from temperature changes.

Fabrics and Soft Furnishings

From vintage curtains and throws to delicate upholstery, textiles introduce another set of handling considerations. Key points include:

Fold or roll textiles rather than wadding when packing away or in transit to prevent creasing and wear patterns.

Handle antique textiles with white gloves to avoid oil deposits from the skin that can cause discoloration over time.

Professionally dry clean delicate fabrics to maintain their appearance and structural integrity. Avoid steam, moisture, or abrasive elements like laundry detergent.

Pad arms and edges of upholstered pieces with removable covers to absorb wear during regular use. Rotate positioning periodically.

For significant moves, hire professional furniture movers with experience protecting delicate fabrics.

Wall Décor and Light Fixtures

Wall hangings like framed artwork and mirrors, as well as pendant and pendant light fixtures, necessitate special care during installation, cleaning, and relocation. Key tips include:

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Keep glass covers or shades on light fixtures until final placement to avoid fingerprints or scratches en route.

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Always power down electrical fixtures before cleaning or relocating near tub or shower areas.

Antiques and Vintage Pieces

Older furnishings, artifacts, and accessories represent a significant investment requiring attentive handling practices. Extra steps for antiques may include:

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Note any pre-existing damage or repairs for future reference in case issues arise down the road. Photograph detail views.

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Find an antique conservator for professional cleaning, repairs, or restoration services rather than taking risks yourself.

Maintain stable temperature and humidity levels year-round as fluctuations can impact structural integrity over time.

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Conclusion

While interior design offers an array of materials to create beautiful living spaces, many components demand respectful, cautious treatment beyond everyday surfaces and items. By learning handling best practices, homeowners can better protect fragile décor pieces to preserve their appearance and structural integrity for years of enjoyment. With a few simple precautions implemented regularly, delicate interior elements won't face unnecessary risk of damage.

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