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soaringeag1e · 6 months

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Escape {70} Final

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, A Tad Bit of Sadness, Fluff

Words: 2,114

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The cold weather wasn’t as extreme as it has been in the past, but today was definitely one of the nicest since the flowers had bloomed and the trees were filling out. A perfect day to have off work, especially with you.

You had wanted to go out and enjoy a nice lunch somewhere, preferably a place with outside seating so the two of you could enjoy the day, and Dean knew exactly where to go. It was a nice little place just up the street from the precinct, the balcony out back was blocked by trees, shielding everyone from the streets and giving a nice intimate setting. Plus, now that everything was filling out and the flowers were splashing the town with color, it was the best place to spend such a beautiful afternoon.

Between everything that has happened in the last year, from almost losing you to practically his own life ending in the hospital and then actually losing his best friend just to turn around and get married and then go back to work after calling it quits for awhile, this felt like the first time in a long time that Dean was able to take a solid breath and not have to rush off and do something else. Plus, looking across the table at you and seeing the way your hair shined under the rays of the sun and the way your eyes seemed so vibrant, he feels like he hasn’t been able to enjoy your beauty for awhile either. Something that tore at his heart a bit.

“You’re so beautiful.” he slips, saying it out loud when all he was doing was thinking it. When your eyes lock with his and your smile shines he has to remind himself to breathe. It’s like having a first date with you all over again, but now you’re his wife. Something he still can’t believe.

Your cheeks darken and your head ducks a bit as you try to hide the blush. You busy yourself with grabbing your napkin from the table and placing it in your lap and it seemed to be just in time too. Just as you did, the waitress came out with your dishes. You had ordered some pasta dish that Dean was now kind of regretting he didn’t get and he had fallen in his usual hole of ordering a juicy burger with extra onions.

“That looks good.” he comments, nodding towards your bowl before snatching a fry from his plate.

“You want to try some?” As you grab your fork and spear a bit of everything, Dean shakes his head, not wanting to steal your food from you. But you’re not taking no for an answer. Cradling your hand under the fork so as to not lose anything, you reach across the table so he can have a bite.

The second it lands on his tongue he’s in love. The flavor is ridiculous and he’s trying so hard to savor the bite. If his burger is half as good as your pasta, then he can’t wait to attack it.

“Good?” All Dean can do is make satisfied groans which of course makes you giggle, getting him to open his eyes again and look at you.

“So good.” he adds when he finally swallows the bite down. He takes another fry from his plate and then he is so ready to grab that burger and sink his teeth into it, but before he can pick it up, he catches another glimpse of you and it has him hold off for another moment. “You okay?”

“Yeah!” you answer with a bit of a startle, but you’re smiling. “Yeah, I’m fine.” A small chuckle comes from you, but Dean picks up the nervousness in it and his concern grows a bit more. “I um…I have something for you.” When you reach for your bag Dean is instantly trying to think of what you could possibly have for him, but the entire thing has caught him off guard. “I was going to wait until after we ate, but…” you pause as you struggle to remove whatever it is from your purse. “I just don’t think I can wait any longer.” you tell him as you hand off a thin square box.

He looks at it briefly before taking it from you, his mind racing on why you got him something. Did some special occasion pass? First date? Some new holiday that he didn’t know about? Was he about to be in the dog house for forgetting something important?

Slowly pulling at the ribbon, the string comes loose and he goes to lift the lid on the box. A card sits on top and it isn’t until he picks it up that he becomes even more confused.

Happy Father’s Day

He has to read over the words again, his heart racing a bit more as his brain begins to figure out why he’s getting this from you. He looks up to question you, but his eyes catch the next thing in the box before he can.

His hand trembles as he sets the card aside and then grabs the soft material. Lifting it, it unfolds and falls open to reveal blue stitches.

My Hero wears a badge

I call him Daddy

The little shirt could seriously be worn on his hand, it was so little. But his heart swelled and without realizing, tears sprung to his eyes.

Again, before he can acknowledge you, he sees another object in the box. A small black and white, grainy picture. No perfect outline of a baby yet, but seeing as you don’t even look pregnant he can only assume you’re not too far along.

“I would’ve told you earlier but I just didn’t know how to. I’m sorry.” you finally speak, making his emotions a little more fierce. He nods lightly, gnawing on his bottom lip as he tries to hold it all in. “That’s why I’ve been so exhausted lately.” you giggle and that’s when Dean gets out of his chair and comes around to you. His hands lightly pull on yours and pull you up from your seat and that’s when he wraps his arms around you. His lips find your cheek and he just holds you for a minute before whispering.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” That’s when he pulls away, his eyes glistening but his smile beaming even brighter. He seems like he wants to say something, but it just doesn’t come out, so he just leans in and kisses you instead.

You’re not sure how long it lasted, but he rested his forehead against yours, telling you how happy he was and how much he loved you before his phone went off. He wanted to ignore it, but you could tell by the regret in his eyes that he just couldn’t.

“Just give me a sec, okay?” You give him a nod of understanding, taking your seat again as he steps away and giving himself privacy.

A heavy breath releases from your chest, one of relief since you’ve been holding this in for so long. At least it felt like a long time. You hated keeping it from him, but you just weren’t sure how to tell him and you just couldn’t stop overthinking it.

Watching Dean pace around while talking on the phone, you eventually get your own alert on your phone. You catch a glimpse of the text before it clears from your screen, smiling softly when you see that Sarah was checking in on you. She had been keeping up with you of course, being your confidant with all this and she knew how nervous you were for not only telling Dean but for what the future held for you now that you were pregnant. Being a first time mom and not planning on it, it definitely freaked you out. But she was definitely a great rock for you up to this point.

How’s it goin?

Another breath of relief leaves your body, taking some more stress with it as you text her back.

Wonderful

2 Years Later

The chill in the air was almost comforting so Dean was in no hurry to get back to the car. Looking over the engraved letters and numbers, memories flashed in his brain. Some happy and others not so much. He tried not to think back to the last day Eddie was on this earth, but it was hard not to. Seeing that date, he just remembered looking for you and then knowing that while he was dying on the ground in the barn, Eddie was out in the woods, protecting you.

Little scuffles got him clearing his throat and quickly wiping at his eyes before looking over and smiling at the toddler waddling in his direction. Walking was a skill that was mastered about a year prior, but being so little, walking through thick damp grass was something the little one took a bit slower.

“Hey, buddy.” His little arms reached out for his dad, making all three smiles grow. But the little one only remained in his dads arms briefly before moving over to the stone sticking up from the ground. His little hands grabbed the rocky top and he held on for a minute before he laid his head down on it, almost like he was giving the stone a hug,

Dean's heart exploded with happiness and a small amount of heartbreak. There wasn’t a day that went by that Dean didn’t wish Eddie was there to work alongside him again and then after his son was born, he wished he was there to be another loving uncle in his life. But this was the closest the two would get to each other and that's what hurt him the most.

“Awe. You giving uncle Eddie a hug?” you say with a smile, walking up to the two boys. Dean looks up, his smile growing as he looks you over. Your hand runs over your slightly swollen belly as you grin at your son who is now wrapping his little arms around the top of the stone. “That’s so sweet.” It’s then that the boy pulls away, but only enough to now kiss the rock. It was definitely hard for Dean to hold himself together then, but he did. “Yep. We love you, huh?” When you squat down next to Dean, your son walks up to you, letting you take him in your arms while the three of you visit your fallen friend. A few minutes go by when your hand runs over Dean’s back and you smile at him.

“We’ll wait for you in the car?” Dean slowly nods, smiling at the two of you. “Okay. Come on, sweetie. Let’s give daddy a minute.” As you get to your feet, the boy leans over your shoulder, watching his dad while you both walk away.

“I wish you were here.” Dean finally whispers. His eyes still on you as you buckle your son in his carseat. “It’s weird because he reminds me of you.” he says as he turns back to the stone, a soft chuckle escaping him. “At first I thought it was just because we named him after you, but…that’s not it. Makes me wonder if you’re watching over him more than I think.” he laughs again and then takes a breath. “Well,” he says, wiping the dirt off the base of the stone. “Happy birthday, man.”

Looking over his friends name one more time, Dean gets to his feet, holding onto the stone for balance at first, but for comfort after the fact. His hand pats the rigid rock, taking another moment before walking away and heading for the car.

Dean made it a priority to go and see Eddie’s grave every week. It’s just what he thought his friend deserved, especially after what he had done for you. But if a holiday rolled around, sometimes that one trip would turn to two.

Dean felt like that’s the least he could do. He felt like he owed him his own life because if it wasn’t for him Dean would have lost you and he would have never gotten married, never had his gorgeous son and never would be living the perfect life he was right now. He had everything he ever dreamed of and it was because of Eddie that he had it.

There was no way he could repay Eddie for saving you that terrible night, but he definitely didn’t let a day go by where he didn’t talk to his friend and thank him for what he did and he never would.

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dmitriene · 9 months

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— escape to love.

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌«all i ever wanted, all i ever needed» ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌«is here in my arms»

summary: Luis was often absent due to his stay in the laboratory or could not find time to go somewhere together, but at last you both were able to go out for a picnic. content: luis serra x gn reader tags: pure fluff, comfort, lot's of kisses and warm hugs, pet names. author's note: my first very short and luis include work, hope you will like it! enjoy your reading, cariño) 🍷

Luis worked tirelessly in the lab, devoting most of his time to research as a biologist, however this weekend was different, he managed to free up his schedule and was determined to make the most of it, the sun was already setting when he went with you on the long awaited adventure, his heart was pounding with anticipation, as if with childish delight.

The two of you found yourself in an idyllic clearing, surrounded by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soothing whisper of nature, scarlet cloth was spread on the ground, creating the perfect setting for a romantic picnic, Luis's warm brown eyes sparkled when he looked at you, and his lips curved into a soft smile.

You sat between his legs, pressing your back against his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around you, enveloping you in a light tart scent of perfume and something vaguely reminiscent of grapefruit, his touch was soothing, a reminder that you were here together, away from requirements of everyday life, Luis brought with him all sorts of picnic goodies — delicate finger sandwiches, fresh fruits, and a selection of cheeses that salivated and made all other thoughts fade into the background.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, coloring the sky with orange and pink shades of dull rays, Luis reached for a bottle of wine, pouring the thick red liquid into two glasses, his movements were leisurely and graceful, handing you one of the patterned glasses, he raised his own, his voice sounded warm when he murmured — «A toast to us and to this moment of escape»

You clinked your glass with his, the soft clinking of crystal on crystal filled the air, the wine was exquisite but pale in comparison to the company you shared it with, Luis's fingers touched yours as you took a sip, his touch sent a slight shiver down your spine, the air around was filled with a sense of serenity and anticipation of the unspoken words that hung between the two of you.

Luis's fingers played with a strand of your hair as he leaned in, his lips touched your ear and his voice was a warm whisper as he spoke, his words laced with a teasing tone — «You know, it's good that i managed to escape from the lab for this»

A soft laugh escaped your lips, your heart fluttered at his words as you turned to face him, the corners of your lips curved into a playful smirk — «Oh, really? And what other privileges do i grant you, Mr.Serra?»

Luis's smirk matched yours, his gaze was gentle as he purred — «Well, for starters, the privilege of stealing kisses whenever i want» and with that he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender, long kiss that was filled with all the unspoken words, all the longing and love that had accumulated over time.

The kiss was followed by a warm hug, Luis held you close like he never wanted to let go, his fingers traced soothing circles on your back, the rhythm of his touch was like a lullaby that cleared any remaining traces of stress or anxiety, the world seemed to disappear leaving just the two of you and the bond you shared.

As the stars began to twinkle in the darkening canvas of the sky, Louis reached for a piece of chocolate from the assortment of treats, handing it to you with a smirk, his voice gentle as he said — «Try it, it's like a little piece of heaven»

You took the chocolate from him, savoring the rich taste that burst on your tongue, your gaze slowly met his and a mischievous light flashed in your eyes — «You know, you're a little charming, Luis Serra»

He chuckled as his fingers playfully tapped the tip of your nose — «Only a little?»

Your laughter filled the air, the sound mingled with the soft rustling of the leaves, Luis's arms wrapped around you again, holding you close as you gazed up at the stars above, the night was calm, the perfect canvas for the solace you found in each other's presence.

The silence was broken by the voice of Luis, his words sounded sincere — «I've wanted this for so long, just a moment of peace and connection with you, mi amorcito»

You turned to look at him, your eyes filled with tenderness — «That's what i wanted too, Luis, moments like this remind me why it's worth fighting for the time we spend together»

He nodded in agreement and his lips met yours again, this time the kiss was softer, promising all the moments that lie ahead for the two of you, Luis's fingers tangled in your hair, his touch at once gentle and possessive, a silent recognition that he cherishes every second spent with you.

As the night deepened, the temperature dropped a little, Luis reached for a soft blanket to cover you both, you snuggled into his arms, his warmth wrapping around you as you watched the stars continue their twinkling dance.

Luis's voice was a low murmur, his caressing Spanish nicknames rolling off his tongue into a melody that made your heart race — «Mi amor, you bring so much light into my life, i'm grateful for every moment with you»

With a contented sigh, you pressed even closer to him, the sound of his heartbeat soothing, a rhythm that matched your own, the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you and your shared connection.

So, under the canvas of the starry sky, you and Luis found comfort in each other's arms, this night was filled with tender kisses, common laughter and the simple joy of being together and near.

It was a moment frozen in time, a memory that will forever remain in your shared hearts — a reminder that even in the chaos of life, there is always love and connection to be found, waiting to be embraced by a loved one.

translate: mi amorcito - my sweetheart / mi amor - my love

© dmitriene - my masterlist please, don't copy my works as your own, and if you want to post them somewhere else - contact me. reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated, thank you for reading! ♡

#luis serra #luis sera navarro #luis sera x reader #luis sera resident evil #luis sera x you #luis sera x y/n #luis sera fluff #luis sera #luis serra x reader #luis serra navarro #luis serra x you #luis serra fanfic #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #re4make #re4r #[ ✒️july writing ]

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mlobsters · 2 days

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supernatural s1e4 phantom traveler (w. richard hatem)

another early reaction report to watching spn lol

what's so funny to me too is that like. this show is very low on skin overall. seeing half naked leg is downright scandalous on the scale of what we ever see of them through 15 years. they keep very thoroughly covered almost all the time! meanwhile the show i'd fixated on before this, teen wolf, those boys were shirtless constantly (except stiles. never stiles)

ps i've had it on my sort of floating to-do list to, at some point, paint that ever so shocking full length view with the 2/3 naked leg

s1e4 paul jarrett as george phelps / the fall of the house of usher s1e7 as doctor donaldson

airport man, paul jarrett, has been in a lot of stuff i've seen. (supposedly?) twilight eclipse (aka the one with the very bad bella wig), the xfiles, the killing, the fall of the house of usher most recently... god i just wasted a solid 30 minutes trying to find documentation of any/all that

demon as particles that went into the eyes instead of smoke in the mouth, wild early days

s1e4 as jaime ray newman as amanda / the magicians s3e10 as irene mcallister

too many people :S she's also been in a lot of bigger stuff but the recurring part on magicians hey-o

i'll spare them a screenshot of the bad visual effects on the airplane

picked spanish captions first accidentally, that's sweet. cariño for good morning, sunshine (an endearment that's like honey/sweetheart)

DEAN Did you get any sleep last night? SAM Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours. DEAN Liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial. SAM Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV. DEAN When was the last time you got a good night's sleep? SAM I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal. DEAN Yeah, it is. SAM Look, I appreciate your concern— DEAN Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp.

not concerned, my ass :p but an additional concern that he can't do the job (or even drive safely or be a functioning human) with no sleep

DEAN Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess? SAM Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you. DEAN You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that. SAM So, what? All this it...never keeps you up at night? Never? You're never afraid? DEAN No, not really. SAM reaches under DEAN'S pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and holds it up as evidence. DEAN That's not fear. That is precaution. SAM All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue.

LOL, good call, sam. not buying he never gets scared either. savoring the brotherly chat in the beautiful (albeit dark) lighting

JERRY Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time. SAM He did?

shitty way of showing it there, john. tell him you walk out and stay gone, and no contact since. but he's proud! grinds my gears :p dean lookin over to sam like, see??? fucking JOHN. ugh! lol

JERRY Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh? SAM No, not by a long shot.

oh, sam.

brian markinson (as jerry panowski here talking to salmon dean) has been in a lot my stuff and in fact i did a hey i know you when he was amelia's dad in the fuzzy brightly lit flashbacks in 8x08

LOL copy jack making fake IDs

SAM Homeland Security? That's pretty illegal, even for us. DEAN Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times.

makes a good point. i didn't realize it was a thing in 2005, but apparently it started in 2002 (makes sense that they made it happen quickly, like every shitty thing that got put into place after 9/11). guh

s1e4 birkett turton as max jaffe / the magicians s3e7 as vince

another person that's been in one of my shows..... almost turned alice into a vampire? lolol totally forgot about that. i should rewatch s3 again, been a while

the coloring and lighting just really did such lovely things for jackles, an already exceedingly lovely looking human

widow of plane guy was in a very small part in the killing but i am not looking this up. i'm t i r e d

DEAN Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers. SAM No, you don't. You look more like a...seventh-grader at his first dance.

LOL get him, sam! also i was gonna blame the music on jay but it was actually just a bad sub by netflix yet again, was supposed to be black sabbath paranoid

so it's one thing to fake the paper/picture/card part of the fake id, but what about the badge shields??

also kind of amused that this is presented like it's the first time they're wearing the fed suits, in that they had to buy them. dean really didn't need one before with john? rolling up in his oversized jackets, flannel, ripped jeans and boots pretending to be any manner of official?? i can see sammy needing a suit, since all his clothes got torched (and might have had dress wear for say, law school interview, but maybe not a suit.) yet again thinking too hard about this :p not even halfway through the episode damnit

SAM Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman? DEAN 'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade. SAM Yeah, I can see that.

ok so my 2nd-4th screenshots while watching this show? this interaction LOL. poor dean, sam not impressed 😔

stir-of-echoes on lj transcribed jared and jensen's commentary for this episode:

JP: (Bursts into laughter at Dean’s face when Sam informs him that he can see that they EMF meter is home made) JP: That is always one of my favourite moments. I seem to remember laughing over my coverage… JA: A little Dean comedy thrown in there…

so i guess this is part of my impression that they were pretty inexperienced with demons at this point. they didn't know the residue on the emergency exit of the wreckage was sulfur until they had the dude look at it under a microscope

the effects in this episode are definitely showing their age/budget. the airplanes and the demon particles woof

the stuff on the wall a la john, so impractical in a hotel/motel/holiday inn (i think i've made this reference before lol.) also those teeny tiny beds so close to each other

SAM Well, that's not exactly true. You see according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease. DEAN And this one causes plane crashes? All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?

feel i might give myself a headache if i think about this too much. so like. are we saying that a different culture's demon is doing this? but (will be) affected by christo/exorcism? or that all of those folklore creatures in different cultures were christian-hell-demons (surely not that one)? or that maybe if their demons were up to these shenanigans so would christian-hell-demons? ugh. nothing makes sense to me when i try to go outside the christian sphere for more than 2 seconds in this universe

DEAN It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death.

okie doke

(perpetual irritation and frustration at how sometimes captions are greatly condensed and remove whole sentences of dialogue)

we all know the talking him through his panic on the plane but this conversation too where both their voices are going progressively higher is pretty cute as well. sam walking the line of a) got a job to do or a bunch of people are gonna die b) desire to mercilessly tease over the newfound weakness, as is the sibling prerogative

also, they are very smushed together in those airplane seats. also ALSO, jackles seems to have been getting different makeup than padalecki because he's got poppin highlights all over his face like it's pretty glossy looking regularly, where sam's cheeks are regularly matte in the same lighting. wonder what that's about. wonder if it's because jared sweats so much as he's having to wipe down so much he loses the sheen. maybe jackles was just more naturally oily and they went with it. anyway, his skin looks gorgeous in these early days

SAM Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work. The Rituale Romanum.

more reinforcement that dealing with demons is a new thing for them. now i can't even remember why i'm questioning this. maybe it's because of how pre-series gets talked about later in the show or something. ugh. brain, get it together

DEAN Maybe the thing's just not on the plane. SAM You believe that? DEAN Well, I will if you will.

LOL sam's face. it's fun having dean be a mess without it going over the top broad humor which mr ackles tends toward

also funny that holy water in this first incarnation makes the demon's clothes burn like acid too. wonder if that was a one-off, definitely adds a lot of extra work to something they use on the regular later on

man, kripke apparently talked a lot of shit about the effects in 1x02 (and later took it back saying it wasn't so bad upon rewatch a decade later) but the effects involving the exterior "shots" of the airplane in this are 10x worse than anything in wendigo

DEAN You okay? SAM Dean, it knew about Jessica. DEAN Sam, these things, they, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was.

so i guess my interpretation of that is with christian-hell-demon up to similar shenanigans as the japanese folkloric disaster causing demons which was only mentioned to add Flavor

so we got a sign of life from john via amelia's dad, by way of reconnected phone with new voicemail recording to call dean's current number

so, here's my guess as to why sam's lookin like this. dad is definitely still alive as of recently so there's that relief but he's also completely ghosted them. transcription says that sam "fumes" and gets in the car. but we got the sad string musical score and he's definitely on the verge of tears, jaw clenching/swallowing. i'm voting sad and frustrated and a skosh angry

and again from the commentary:

JP: (Jared talking about the scene where Dean and Sam are resting against the Impala and Dean is calling John’s cell phone) Now I remember this was a big milestone for the series at the beginning because this was the first time that we’d heard not only confirmation of the fact that our father was still around… JA: Right… JP: But that he had made communication with someone, so this was a big important scene as far as the series itself goes. JP: (Talking about the look of sadness on Sam’s face when they hear John’s voice on the phone message) And that’s why I have that look on my face… (Both laugh loudly) JA: (Talking about the look on Dean’s face in the same scene) Oh, and there’s the jaw-clench, was that a jaw-clench? JP: You can’t teach that Jensen, I remember getting this shot and we were sitting outside the airport and erm…

the commentary is a fun read and a lot faster than rewatching the episode to listen to it :) so thank you to stir-of-echoes for posting that in 2006 and miraculously still being around for me to read it 18 years later

#supernatural #spnwatch #spnrewatch #spn 1x04 #hiky #spnhiky #brian markinson #jaime ray newman #paul jarrett #spn clip #spn commentary

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dragonedged-if · 1 year

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Winner Of The Poll 2

So I'm confused to which one I will write a snippet due to Lucian and Variel are tied.

Using a wheel and spinning it, the arrow landed on Lucian.

But don't worry I will write next Variel and lastly Lucas.

Now let's try it this one in the POV of Lucian but as a plotwist the hickey is just a prank. 😉😉

A prank that turned into a complicated mess.

So I hoped you guys enjoyed this snippet.

(Lucian's POV)

The sun blasting it's rays through the castle's windows, showing dust dancing in the air.

"Achoo!" rubbing your nose and snorting, wetting your chapped lips.

Rubbing your eyes and shaking your head, fighting the urge to close your heavy eyes.

Walking through the castle hallways each steps heavy and dragging, your mind and body screaming at you to get back to bed.

There is parts of you to go back to sleep for another couple of hours but you dread the dreams that will haunt you the moment you drift off to sleep.

Slapping your cheek weekly, adjusting your attire and hugging yourself closely.

Your shoes, echoing through the empty hallways, stopping and head looking to the left and right, eyes scanning for any sign of life.

Shrugging your shoulders and continuing on your journey, from afar you recognized the brown oaken door.

Judging by the looks of it you can say that the wood is very old and needs of a polish evident by the lack of color.

Slowly reaching for the handle feeling it's cool metal on your skin, twisting it and hearing the lock came undone.

You peered through the open hole you made, honestly you preferred to be alone right now, wanting to enjoy the peace and silence.

Entering like a thief in the night and closing the door gently hearing the locks clicked.

Breathing in the air and closing your eyes, savoring each quiet and wishing for it to not end.

Then your mind started to play a tune that you use to hear when watching the mortals, body swaying to the tone in your mind.

Arms moving and hips bouncing, feet's sliding on the cobblestone floor and gliding towards the sink.

Grapping the pot and putting some water on it feeling the chilling cold on your caramel skin, your mind starting to come alive.

Then spinning around and dropping the pot on the woods, plucking a match from the cupboard and dragging it on the wooden surface.

Fire coming to alive and it's flames dancing, then throwing it on the woods setting ablaze in an instant.

"Nice moves!" a voice cuts through the air like knife through butter.

You spun around and crossing your arms, eyeing the floor below you and wishing it swallow you whole, away from this embarrassment.

Leaning your weight on the sink and playing it cool, mouth shut and not looking at the person. Seconds come by and the palpable deafening silence is maddening.

Thankfully the intruder speak up, saving you the trouble of opening up. "Is that coffee!" she treks towards the sink, her white dress billowed in the winds.

Still not speaking nor looking at the person, waiting in agony when she will leave you be and let you enjoy your peace.

She grabs a mug made of porcelain and setting it down, then she reached for the pot and pouring the water, steam rising from her mug.

"Lucian, it's very rude to ignore the person that is talking to you!" she grabs a jar and opened it, the smell of grounded coffee beans filling the air.

Sighing in defeat, you stand straight and addressing the person beside you. "I'm sorry for my behavior Clara, is that I'm still not over with what happened yesterday!" you shift in your place uncomfortably, hands becoming moist.

"Oh?" she grabs a spoon and mix her coffee, the brown water spinning around and around like a vortex.

She sits down and smelling her brew, then she raised the mug to her lips. Making your blood boil, she is drinking your coffee.

"So Clara, what do I owe the pleasure?" your voice heavy with annoyance and flashing her a strained smile.

She took another sip of your coffee and licking her lips.

"Clara!" your voice rises and resisting the urge to grab her mug and splash her face with it.

Then she finally looks at you on the eyes, her smile made you squeezy and uneasy.

What is her game?, you grabbed your pants and squezzed it with your sweaty hands.

Then a new figure barged into the room, your heart sunk and feeling that this is the beginning of the end.

Before you came here, you felt something is wrong like some disaster will come your way.

But you wish is a disaster or a catastrophe but now you know the expression of the mortals when they say.

"Why the fates are cruel to me?" your mouth moved on their own accord.

"Lucian, I hoped you don't mind I invited MC for tea!" Clara says in a sing-song voice and her smile turned into something predatory.

"MC! Why of all people it has to be MC?" you vision spinning around and your chest tightening, the air becoming scarce.

Your knees threatening to buckle underneath you until a pair of hands caught you and securing you in their arms.

"You alright?" it ask you in a soothing voice, eyes filled with worry and eyebrows furrowed.

Catching a glimpse of their looks, you recognized those pools of black, clean shaven face and a cute nose.

"Alright?" you answer unsure, transfixed on the sight in front of you.

You and MC stared one another, the world stop spinning for a moment.

Just you and them in this bubble, you moved closer eyeing their lips.

Inch by inch getting closer and closer, until a voice interrupts your moment.

"You two are perfect for each other!" she giggles like a child, voice pitched and hands shaking.

Your cheeks heatened up in embarrassment and removing yourself away from their soft and safe arms.

Then you stand straight and fixed your clothes, gathering your composure and addressing MC.

"I apologize for that MC and I must excuse myself!" bowing your head and moving past them, carrying what little dignity you have left.

Opening the door and hurriedly going through it, traversing the hallways and increasing your pace.

Finding a isolated place to collect your thoughts, finally what it feels like a long and exhausting journey you sunk down to your knee's and buried your head inside them.

Screaming in joy and hugging yourself tight, that's the most intimate experience you have with MC, you slammed your fist on the ground and cursing Clara for disturbing the moment.

(Meanwhile Back At The Tea Room)

(Clara's POV)

"That was hot!" you looked at the door where Lucian rushed into.

Holding the spoon and spinning your cold coffee, watching the waters spinning.

"Clara!" MC calls your attention and standing in front of you.

You tilt your head up and seeing MC looking down on you like a father would when he will give a lecture to his daughter.

"You know that you have to tell him eventually!"

You leaned back on your chair and puffing your cheeks.

"Why do you have to ruin the fun MC?" raising your head defiantly and meeting MC's gaze head on, challenging them to tell you otherwise.

"Because I only agreed to prank him not cause him humiliation!" they cast their arm to the door fast and firm like a whip.

You set your gaze back to the door and started to imagine Lucian on his knees, eyes red and wet and voice hoarse and rasp.

"Fineeeee!" you fling your arms in the air and sinking down on your chair like a wet noodle.

Leave it to MC to be a buzzkill and ruin the fun but you can't help but smirk remembering the details of yesterday.

Lucian is so obvious with his feeling and it would be a shame if you don't take advantage of it.

(Yesterday)

(Clara's POV)

Standing in place, nerves tingling and blood boiling in anticipation.

Hiding behind a tree it's bark rough and prickly on your skin, the birds are chirping above your head.

Taking a peek, slowly leaving the cover of the tree and spotting Lucian talking to a couple of kids.

Jumping up and down and laughing merrily and without a care in the world.

Sometimes you miss what it feels like to be a kid, no responsibilities and just playing all day.

The lush green fields, flowers blooming in their season and you just running amok, wild and free.

But sadly everything has a end and you have to grow up leaving those memories in the past.

"There!" spotting MC walking at the opposite end of the road where Lucian is.

The plan is simple, you ask MC's help to prank Lucian which they accepts readily strange enough.

So using a small cup and heating it up, then placing it on the neck of MC leaving a red spot that looks like a kisser's mark.

The plan set in motion and the pieces moving, all that is left is for it to bear fruit.

Waiting behind a tree bark is agonizing for you, you wish to be in the center of the action but you don't want to ruin the plan, so you settle for watching in a distance instead.

The sun shining brightly on the clear blue sky and it's rays starting to intensify, you plucked your handkerchief from your pocket and dap your sweaty forehead.

(Lucian's POV)

The kids clinging to your arm like a monkey bar and swinging on it.

Being around them gives you great happiness, giving you warmth outrivaling the heat that you feel on your skin.

"More, More!" the kids clings to your legs possessively, looking at you with big eyes and a big smile on their face.

"Alright but this is the last time!" raising one finger and wagging it.

At your words the kids are crestfallen, their heads down, losing the energy they have earlier.

Like you have delivered a terrible news to them, the laughter and smiles were gone in an instant.

"I'm just joking!" you jest, trying to salvage the situation.

"Really?" one kid with blond curly hair looked at you with hopeful eyes.

"Really!"

"Yayyy!" they shout in unison, you covered your ears from their shrieks and screams.

"Look it's MC!" a little girl with caramel hair points behind her, at her words everyone turned around curious.

From a distance, you see MC walking closer and closer towards you, your heart quickening and hands becoming sweaty.

Only this far and you already acting up?

Oh what would happen if they talking to you face to face, you hoped that you will not faint.

But fainting means falling and falling means catching!

Your mind speaks to you, your mouth raises upwards just thinking about the idea.

MC getting much closer now, only a hairs length and they will be in front of you.

"Front of me!" you thought, thinking the prospect to be terrifying.

Looking in front of you and behind you debating either to run or face this head on.

"Lucian!" they shout your name making your stomach flutter, you already heard them call your name before but every time they do it gives you goosebumps and sending chills down your spine.

"MC!" you opened your mouth but no words came out, try as you might it always get stuck in your throat like a itch that wouldn't go away no matter you cough.

"Hey kids!" they kneel down and scratches the head of a boy his hair a mess.

"Stop it!" the boy pushes MC's hands with his little hands and squirming under the weight of MC hand's.

"I will not!"

"MC did you know that Lucian has a crush on you!" a little girl with auburn hair points to you accusingly with her tiny fingers like you're some suspect on trial.

"MC and Lucian sitting under a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" they chant and head swaying to the tune.

Great the kids are selling you out, that what you get for trusting those cute and big eyes, who knew that there is evil hiding on the deepest corners of their hearts.

"I don't have a crush!" you squeak like a mouse caught on a trap, steeling your expression but your flustered face betrays you.

"Liar! the kids laugh at you their tiny voices irritating you.

(MC's POV)

Clenching your jaw and resisting the urge to laugh, you feel your eyes are tearing up.

"MC you alright?" Lucian looked at you, eyes smoldering and studying with a stoic expression.

Then you burst out laughing like a madman, clutching your stomach and putting your foot in front of you to not fall over.

"Ok that's not nice!" Lucian says with a huff, crossing his arms together and stomping his feet on the ground.

Sometime you forget that Lucian is a God because he acts like a child.

"I apolo- apolo-" you shake your head , your laughter so hard you couldn’t get the words out. Holding up a hand, you tried to catch your breath.

"Pffttt! you burst into laughter once more, holding your stomach tighter and starting to feel pain in your abdomen.

"Ok now that's childish!" he's cheeks swelling in annoyance.

"Is just that a God is being bullied by a couple of kids, now I can scratch that from my bucket list!" you let out a few more laugh and wiping the tears from your eyes, intaking deep airs and exhaling them out.

"Kids I have to borrow Lucian from you moment! you reached for Lucian, at your touched Lucian jumps away like your hand is made out of flames, then he looked at the place where you graze him like he has been burned.

(Lucian's POV)

Their skin grazing on yours, you eyed the location where you felt the weight and pressure of their fingers, ingraining it forever in your memory.

Until of course, you noticed the red spots on MC's neck, the spots looks like rashes but it's circuar and more like of a brusing.

You heard this type of red spot on the mortal plane, leprosy? No it should be white. Is it blight? No that only applies to plants.

You peered deeper into the archives of your mind, the words at the tip of your tongue but can't just put your finger on it.

Then you remembered it like a switch turned on your mind illuminating through the darkness.

"Hickey!" you chuckle to yourself and then spinning to look at the red bruise on MC,

"A HICKEY!" you roared, nostrils flaring and eyeing the red patch like a disease.

"Oh this?" MC touched their marked skin hesitantly, like it's some open wound.

"WHO DID THIS TO YOU?" in a blink of an eye you closed the distance between the two of you.

Putting your hand under the chin of MC and tilting it up, inspecting it like a mother would dressing and cleaning the wounds of her child.

"No one!" they said, their throat reverberating on your fingers.

"MC kiss someone!" a girl with caramel hair exclaims, at her words there is a pandemonium of gasp among the group. the children's eyes filled with horror and face contorts to anger.

MC swat your hand and distancing themselves from you, pinching the bridge of their nose and sighing.

"Can we talk in private Lucian?" they stressed, eyes spelling urgency and offering their hand to you, waiting for you to clasp and go with them.

At first you extend your hand, slowly moving it.

MC watching in earnest, seeing that you agree they opened their hand even more making it enticing.

But for some reason you stopped mid-way, then you withdraw your hand swiftly and placing it on your chest, heart hammering inside you and gasping for air greedily.

Then you turned on your heels and runned away, leaving everyone behind, covering your ears as you ran to not hear MC's voice shouting your name.

Your body wanted to stop and run towards them but you fight the urge, you continued running with no destination in mind.

To you it's already too late, MC belongs to somebody else now evident by the mark on their neck like a brand signaling that they are a property of somebody else.

(Present Time)

(Clara's POV)

"Clara!" a voice hollers your name and drawing you out of your thoughts.

Shaking your head and looking at the person. "Hmmm?" you hum, still dazed from reminiscing.

"Do I have your word that you will tell him the truth?" MC glare is sharp as a knife and jaw shut tight.

"You have my word!" you stand up from your chair, raising your hand extending it to MC.

MC raises their eyebrow, eyeing your hand with apprehension like they are making a deal a with the devil.

"I promised!" you flashed them a smile to make them at ease and jutting your hand towards them like a spear.

MC raised their hand and put it in front of them then they did the most vile thing ever, they pucker their lips and spit on their hand.

The sight made your body shiver in disgust, body leaning back afraid that you might contact some disease.

MC clasp your hand, you feel the sticky phlegm on your palm sticky and spreading, you painfully closed your eyes and shaked hands.

MC lets go of your hands and even though your eyes are closed you can feel and imagine the mucus stretching on your palm like taffy.

Opening your eyes and already regretting it, you lift your hand in the air and shaking it but the saliva stayed in place like glue, pungent smelly glue.

The smell is like swamp water that been left under the sun for a long time, hands reaching for the backrest of the chairs, gripping it with your life and distancing your tainted hand from you.

"Gonna faint?" MC chuckles, pulling the chair in front of you and seating down.

They leaned close, grinning until it reaches their eyes, propping their chin under their hand and watching you suffer.

Your mouth twitching in fury, teeth grinding on teeth, you put you feet behind you and using the chair as leverage you slammed your stained hand in their face and rubbing it all over, not leaving any spot unsoiled.

A deal struck and both parties agreed but will Clara keep her word?

I will let you finish the story my Readers but let's say that if Lucian find it out then Clara will face the full force of a God's wrath.

#Spotify #Late Aprils Fools #Someone Gonna Get Smitten

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moonxkitty · 2 years

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You're perfect but you're not him (part 1)

Saeyoung x Reader ᗢᘏ౨

Saeran x reader does happen, but it's unrequited love.

Saeran would do anything for you. He'd move heaven and earth just for you. To take any burden off of your shoulders. To make you smile when you're sad. He was perfect, always meeting your needs. Yet, you couldn't help but feel sad whenever you looked at him. His minty eyes and white bleached hair, which bled into a rosy pink color at the tips, were the only real physical differences to the man you really loved. His brother.

Saeran was just helping you pass the time. In his arms you could pretend you were with Saeyoung. He felt so similar. But you knew it wasn't the same. You couldn't help but wonder if Saeyoung felt the same way you did. If he was lonely. If he was slipping away from his new girlfriend, seeing glimpses of you in her eyes. If he wanted you again. To be one again. You could only hope. If not, you hoped that he was happy. That she made him laugh like you used to. That she savors his glory. Even if it hurt.

It had to have only been months since your break up with Saeyoung, yet it felt like an eternity. The awkwardness between you two, well three if you included his brother, didn't go unnoticed by the other RFA members. His new girlfriend was coming to the upcoming party, so you of course were bringing Saeran. Saeyoung wanted to invite his girlfriend to join the RFA, due to her request rather than him suggesting it, but V refused. He said there was no need for any new members. You thanked V silently in your head. If she had joined you might've lost it.

You sat at the kitchen counter. Your laptop was open and you were checking emails, making sure to have verified any last minute guests for the party in the next few days. Saeran walked into the kitchen, waking up later than you, as usual. "Good morning, Flower," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Mmm.. Good Morning," you responded, trying to sound as if you were wrapped up in your work, and not your thoughts.

"I'll make you breakfast, okay?" he rubbed slow circles on your back. He really was a perfect boyfriend. Yet perfect doesn't mean its working. At least not for you. He wasn't Saeyoung. You needed him back. You couldn't keep this charade up much longer. Deep down you knew cracks were starting to show.

"Thanks Sweetie," you smiled at him sweetly. He pulled away from you and walked over to the stove to cook you both some pancakes. Your phone made a ding, signaling to you that you had received a message. You picked it up, only to see it was from none other than Saeyoung himself.

707~ ☆

Are you okay? The party is in a few days and since Saeran is still mentally unavailable you might be stressed.

Yeah, I'm fine.

707~ ☆

Okay, well if something comes up let me know. You're a member of the RFA, and everyone is concerned about you overworking yourself.

I will. Thank you, Saeyoung.

You let out a sigh, and placed your phone back down. This was going to be a hard party to get through. You just prayed that you could handle it. That for once, things would go your way.

"What's with the sigh?" Saeran tilts his head towards you. You swear at yourself for making him aware of your frustration. You ended up lying through your teeth, "Just Fatigued. I stayed up pretty late last night. With last minute party details," you close your laptop. He had just finished cooking your breakfast.

"Don't overwork yourself. Why don't you get some rest after you eat."

When you look up at him and meet his gaze, you feel as if you just spoke to Saeyoung. Damn it. They're so similar, yet so different. These moments with him felt like peeks into the past. However, it wasn't the same. When you cried, there was no 707, defender of Justice, to come and comfort you. Instead you had Saeran. Who, similar to his Ray persona, would take the blame for making you upset.

You knew it wasn't his fault. It was never his fault. Because it was yours. You drove Saeyoung away. Because he couldn't get through to you. He couldn't get you to understand that his job was dangerous and that you shouldn't follow him around while he worked. Now you wish you would've just listened. He would've never left if you did. You shook your head. Bringing yourself out of your thoughts as you finished your breakfast. You couldn't crack. You couldn't let what little you had of Saeyoung, which in this case was the glimpses of him in his brother, slip away. You needed it. Without it, you had no idea what you would do.

"I'll clean up for you. Just take care of yourself," Saeran gave you a smile and you weakly returned it before making your way to the bedroom. You basically fell asleep as soon as your head his the pillow. Sleep was basically all you did for the next few days. Anxious and depressed. Scared to see her. The girl who replaced you. You lacked the motivation to do much of anything. The agony of waiting. Just wanting the torture to be over. Saeran was worried for you, assuming that you were worried about the success of the party. He really was the perfect boyfriend. But he wasn't him.

#mystic messenger #saeyoungmysticmessenger #saeyoung x reader #saeyoung choi #mystic messenger saeran #saeran choi #saeran x mc #saeyoung x mc #saeran x reader #unrequited romance #fanfic #mystic messenger fanfiction

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callemexico · 9 months

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Tips for Outside Seating at Restaurants

Let the sun's warm rays caress your face as you step outside. Admire the crisp, clean air while being slightly colored by the enticing scents of the eateries passing by. Ahhh, the season for alfresco eating arrives! The delightful atmosphere of bustling streets, the light wind blowing through your hair, and the happy chatter of laughter all combine to create a genuinely enchanting experience when dining al fresco. This book is ideal for you if you enjoy eating in the embrace of nature or just people-watching while indulging in fine cuisine. Accompany us as we examine the reasons for the indispensability of outdoor sitting for Edmonton family restaurant, explore the top states and towns with the finest alfresco dining scenes, and learn where to find excellent outdoor seating options at nearby restaurants. Thus, put on your shades and join me for a pleasant outdoor gastronomic safari!

The necessity of outdoor seats

An integral part of any dining experience is outside seating. Dining in a distinctive and revitalizing setting is made possible for patrons. Dining outside is made more enjoyable by the wide spaces, natural light, and fresh air that create a cozy and welcoming ambiance.

Allowing patrons to enjoy their food while interacting with nature is one of the primary benefits of outside sitting. An outdoor dining experience is unmatched for its ability to evoke a sense of liberty and restfulness.

Amazing ambiances or vistas that aren't achievable inside a restaurant can also be found when dining outside. A eating experience is made more exciting by views, whether one is looking out over a picturesque countryside or is encircled by vibrant city life.

A larger capacity is also possible during peak hours with outside seating. It guarantees that more customers can be seated outside without sacrificing comfort or level of service when interior tables are fully reserved.

In addition, restaurants can typically offer special events or entertainment alternatives like live music or themed nights in outside locations. This spices up the dining experience with novelty and variation, drawing in new patrons and enticing returning ones.

Unforgettable meal experiences are greatly enhanced by outdoor seats. Enhancing the value and adaptability of any restaurant setting is the ability to engage with nature, relish stunning views, and attend unique events. So try to choose restaurants with welcoming outdoor areas the next time you're looking for somewhere to eat!

states that are ideal for dining al fresco

Certain US states are particularly notable for their amazing selection and atmosphere when it comes to restaurants that serve food outside. California is a state that exemplifies breathtaking scenery and lovely weather. There's a wide variety of outdoor dining options in California, from hip rooftop pubs in Los Angeles to quaint coastal cafes in San Diego.

Florida is a different state that merits emphasis. For outdoor dining, Florida offers the perfect environment thanks to its beautiful coasts and pleasant climate all year round. Eating outdoors in the Sunshine State is always a delight, whether you're enjoying fresh seafood at a beachside restaurant in Destin or sipping cocktails on a waterfront patio in Miami.

Though its busy streets are well-known, New York also offers a wide variety of fantastic outdoor dining options. Spoken word: You can savor delectable food and take in the colorful ambience of lively beer gardens and quaint sidewalk cafés in areas like Brooklyn's Williamsburg neighborhood and Manhattan's West Village.

Go west and you'll find Colorado, with its gorgeous vistas of the mountains, perfect for outdoor eating. Picture yourself enjoying exquisite food made by master chefs using products that are acquired locally while lounging on a deck with views of snow-capped peaks. The state is home to many eateries that provide this unique experience, whether it's in Aspen or Denver.

While considering places to eat outside, Hawaii should not be overlooked. An ideal setting for dining al fresco is provided by the breathtaking natural beauty and tropical temperature of this beautiful island group. It doesn't get much better than setting up a table beneath swaying palm trees and enjoying views of gorgeous beaches or towering volcanoes!

In these states, to name a few, alfresco dining is particularly excellent. Visitors looking to enjoy delectable cuisine from nearby restaurants while dining in the beauty of nature will find something special and unforgettable at each one.

Places to Eat Outside in the Greatest Cities

There are some cities that are quite exceptional when it comes to dining al fresco." The dining scene in these cities is fantastic, with many of alternatives for outside seating, in addition to their exceptional weather. Top cities in the world for alfresco eating include the following:

One of the best places to eat outside is Barcelona, Spain, which has a thriving culture and a Mediterranean climate. Tasteful tapas and paella can be enjoyed while soaking up the sun on any number of patios, from quaint sidewalk cafes to rooftop terraces with views of the cityscape.

Sydney, Australia is a city well-known for its breathtaking beaches and views of the coast. There are several waterfront restaurants in Sydney where you can eat outside while taking in the scenery.

Plenty of outdoor sitting options are available, so you may enjoy fresh seafood or international cuisine.

The third is Portland, Oregon: known for its sustainable practices and gastronomic culture, this hipster paradise is a true gem.

Delicious farm-to-table meals can be enjoyed in the lush greenery of many restaurants' expansive patios and gardens.

South Africa's Cape Town:

Encircled by stunning scenery, including as vineyards and mountains, Cape Town offers the perfect backdrop for alfresco eating. Take in world cuisines and regional delicacies, such as braai (barbecue), against breathtaking scenery.

Montreal, Canada: Although it attracts a lot of snowbirds in the winter, Montreal comes to life in the summer when the streets become bustling patios full of people drinking craft beer and poutine.

These cities are all superb locations for outdoor dining experiences because of their distinct features. These destinations provide fascinating gastronomic experiences outside under the sun, whether it's the gorgeous scenery or the lively street scenes that entice you!

Where to look for restaurants with the good outside seating

Consideration of a few essential elements is necessary to locate the greatest outdoor dining options at restaurants.

Investigate topics. View internet testimonials and suggestions from nearby residents or other foodies. Knowing which restaurants in your neighborhood provide great outdoor eating experiences will be made easier for you.

Boost your presence on social media sites like Facebook and Instagram. When booking a reservation, you may see the ambience and environment in advance at many restaurants that highlight their outside sitting spaces on these platforms.

Never hesitate to seek friends, relatives, or coworkers who have visited restaurants with excellent outdoor seating options for recommendations. Highly recommended resources can frequently reveal undiscovered treasures.

Look into visiting other areas of your city that are renowned for having thriving dining scenes. You can enjoy the bustle of the city while indulging in delectable meals at a range of dining businesses that frequently feature charming patios or sidewalk cafés in downtown locations.

You can discover the ideal location that better suits your tastes and elevates your entire dining experience by using these suggestions and taking the initiative to look for the greatest outside seating alternatives at restaurants.

Encounter the splendor of outdoor eating without holding back! Without a doubt, al fresco eating offers a delightful way to indulge in delicious food and connect with nature. Whether it's taking in Edmonton's food truck culture, spending time with loved ones at a family-friendly restaurant, or exploring downtown Edmonton's culinary choices.

#edmonton family restaurant #food truck

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feliciajroberson · 1 year

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death valley (m) | part 8

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.0k

warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so there’s that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important.

a/n: s/o soowoozoo!bts for being my inspo.

F L A S H F O R W A R D--

Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.

You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?

The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your hips as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth.

You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldn’t leave you for a second, he wouldn’t let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.

Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How he was able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties.

His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasn’t completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.

His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.

Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment.

You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you.

Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe.

Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.

Where are you? Are you watching this right now? You’re not really dead are you?

Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I won’t hurt you.

What exactly you were playing, you were unsure.

“Look at me” Your eyes darted up to meet Jin’s deceivingly innocent eyes. “I’m gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?”

You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh.

“It appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.” Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. “Where were you at that time?” You felt your eyes getting heavy.

“I was” You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.

“I was with...y..” Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.

“With who Y/n?”

You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead.

“You. I was with you”

F L A S H B A C K--

The morning rays slid through the expansive glass wall of the hotel room, causing Yoongi’s eyes to flinch, squinting as they opened and took in the day that presented itself. He sighed heavily, the weight of the previous night still on his mind. You were still asleep, but he could see through the chaffing beneath your wrists that you were not comfortable. He took the leash and fastened it to the headboard, ensuring you had no escape.

Grabbing his keys, Yoongi quickly got dressed in a white hoodie and left the room. He needed to find out the truth for himself. He couldn’t afford to have you lying to him already.

It was so frustrating to him that you couldn’t just be honest with him. He had been immensely open with you even if he was not proud of what he had to share. Why would you hide things? Hadn’t he proven himself to you? Hadn’t he done everything to win your heart?

Yoongi sighed. His anger issues were core to his being. It was part of his true self, but he had spent years trying to become someone you would fall in love with. All he wanted to do was make home in your heart, but no matter how many of your suitors he ended up threatening, beating to a pulp, and forcing them to bail on you, there was nothing in his power that could tear down that goddamn Park Jimin poster on your bedroom wall.

There was nothing he could do to stop you from writing small fantasies in your journal that you kept stashed in your bedside drawer.

Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn’t come close to killing Jimin multiple times before. But he realized that would not have delivered him a solution. If Jimin died, you would mourn. You would still harbor that love for him and never have an opportunity to see what he really was. It was because of this Yoongi, with Taehyung’s helpful insight, had orchestrated a way to destroy Jimin in your eyes.

Jimin was then introduced to Yoongi’s two weapons of destruction, Taehyung and cocaine. Yoongi worked hard to build himself up as a successful music producer. He had to be better than Jimin, had to make sure he could offer you everything Jimin could and more.

To his surprise, you did move on from Jimin, at least the reality of him. But this fantasy of who he used to be remained pinned to your heart. After Jimin quit music, the mention of his name would still cause you to blush and smile. It made Yoongi want to throw up.

You had to see for yourself. Yoongi learned what it was that attracted you to Jimin and embodied just that. You liked that you had to chase him, you liked that he didn’t give a shit about you. You liked that he never noticed you and you had to pine for his attention. You liked that he was dedicated to his music, you liked the lifestyle he was associated with. You liked his lack of emotion and fantasized of him showing his true colors to you and only you, a sensitive, sweet, charming guy. Anger was not a part of this persona at all.

When he felt like he had driven Jimin crazy enough with the drugs, he decided to plant rumors on stan twitter that Jimin would be signing with his label. Using his personal relationship with the singer, he was able to sign him on. He conveniently then offered you a summer internship, knowing full well you would be coming for one reason alone. Park Jimin.

Yoongi wanted you to fall straight into his arms. He rented out every available apartment for the months you were searching for a place to live, forcing you to reside in his building. He wanted to win you over naturally. He wanted you to work with Jimin, hook up with Jimin, and end up loathing him. Loving Yoongi instead.

Jimin’s gang activity was getting on Yoongi’s nerves. Taehyung told him Jimin was in Death Valley, that you saw Jimin at Death Valley. When Yoongi heard from you, not Taehyung, that you had been kidnapped, along with Namjoon nonetheless, Yoongi had enough. He was used to giving Taehyung plenty of unsupervised jurisdiction, so Jimin’s accident was not a surprise to him.

But you sympathized with Jimin, which was not what he wanted. He then decided to take things into his own hands, threatening Seokjin into throwing the fight to leech Jimin of every cent he had. He broke into your apartment, fucking everything up so that you had no choice but to come to him. To need him.

And when Jin didn’t lose, he had no choice but to reveal to you who he was. Even after all his honestly, all his trust, you still lied to him.

Yoongi was furious. He arrived at Death Valley, using the front entrance. Pulling a mask over his face, he barged in, surveying the silence as a sign that the bar was empty. Through the kitchen he arrive at the back storage room, accessible only by key, where all of the surveillance had been set up years ago.

Monitors were spread across the wall, but Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in at one that was coming up with no feed. Your apartment. Someone had fucked with the cameras. Yoongi types away at the main monitor, enlarging your apartment footage and reeling back to find the moment the device was destroyed.

He sees Taehyung, whispering something to you. Next thing he knows the stream is blank. He grits his teeth, as all the pieces fall into place. He was a fool. How could he have been so blind? Taehyung must be in love with you. He must have, after watching you for so many years. Yoongi scowled at the thought of the ways Taehyung may have seen you, naked, vulnerable, ways that only he should.

He had trusted Taehyung. Taehyung had only ever shown interest in money and Yoongi thought that was enough. Taehyung must have fucked you over and over again once the cameras were dead. What a whore. It made sense then that he had cut the line through his branding on you. He was the only one who could have. He had access to you and he was psychotic! He must have forced you to lie. You wouldn’t ever hide anything from Yoongi, no, Yoongi was the man of your dreams. You felt grateful that you had him, didn’t you?

He tilted his head, cracking his knuckles before he punched the glass screen, causing the feed to go haywire and sparks to erupt. Kim Taehyung. You are dead to me.

Yoongi growled lowly before picking up his phone. “It’s me. I need to see you. Now”

Hobi kept his hand on the small of your back as he led you down to the hotel bar. The two of you nodded politely at the staff members who were busily preparing for the big event. The bar was empty aside for a few guests enjoying their brunch-time mimosas.

Hobi couldn’t really revel in the fact that the two of you were getting drinks together, almost like a date. His mind was too caught up in the initial shock he felt when he saw you tied up in his boss’ bedroom. He felt upset, but moreso he felt violated. He wondered if you were getting taken advantage of. Did he promise you a promotion? Was he manipulating you?

Punishing someone like that, Hobi was never one to kink shame, but it seemed a bit much. The name burned into your skin did nothing to ease his concern. Someone who was possessive, violent, impulsive. It reminded him of...

Hobi didn’t know. He didn’t know who gave him orders. He really didn’t care once the cash rolled in, but it began hitting too close to home. He wasn’t thrilled about hurting Namjoon, but two duffel bags of cash were enough for him to momentarily set aside his morals.

“What should I get?” You surveyed the small menu of cocktails. “What’s gonna fuck me up the fastest?”

Hobi snorted, “Tequila” He twirled your hair as your gaze remained glued to the menu. The thought of you being in danger upset him greatly “Y/n...when did Yoongi brand you?" You called the bartender ordering a line of shots to which the they glanced at the clock before giving you a weird look.

“The night of the rematch” You told him, reacting before you realized what you had said. Your lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to conjure an excuse. A row of shot glasses was placed in front of you. You took one, gulping it down before letting out a heavy sigh. The bitterness burned down your throat. You basked as the liquid hit your mind, easing you slightly.

“Yoongi was at the fight?” Hobi recalled the wild night that the three of you had been at Death Valley. It was the first time he ever saw the man giving him orders. The man was tall, broad, had dark hair and wore dark clothes, face covered in a mask. Could it have been...Yoongi?

“Y/n!” The two of you turned to see Jungkook approaching the bar. He had changed his hair, the blue swapped for a short black cut, and you couldn’t help but double take at his new eyebrow piercing.

You downed another shot, glancing at Hobi who had raised his eyebrows seeing the drug dealer. Jungkook gave you a light hug, waving timidly to Hobi. You smirked, another shot down the hatch. “Easyyyy Y/n” He placed a hand on your back as he slid into the seat next to you.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Hobi sneered. Jungkook rolled his eyes, used to the condescending treatment of gang members. "Didn’t you get stabbed or something?”

“I did!” Jungkook grinned, “In fact, that’s exactly why I’m here. I think I figured out who Mr. Bossman is, and I wanna fucking kill him”

Hobi rolled his eyes, “Oh really”

“Kim Seok-motherfucking-Jin baby. He stabbed me. He’s the one who showed up and threatened me to move out of Y/n’s apartment, so he’s probably also the one who called for the kidnapping. And he might have called for Jimin’s accident. It makes so much fucking sense”

Jin did what? There was not enough alcohol in your veins to act like you didn’t fully understand what he had just said. Jin had Jungkook move out? It wasn’t impossible. And that’s what scared you. You blinked at Jungkook incredulously, “But he’s literally a police officer”

Jungkook’s grin widened, “Exactly! It’s fucking brilliant. He’s a cop, he fights for the other side. He wins no matter what and can never get caught. No one would ever suspect him. Winning despite being threatened? Who threatened him huh? It’s a fucking ploy. You’re not dead and neither is he I bet. Kingpin. Boom”

You felt sick, knowing that Yoongi was not the only person you needed to be worried about. It was almost funny how blatantly misinformed Jungkook was. “Wow you guys are idiots.” You muttered under your breath, taking another shot before coughing roughly. Should I tell them? Why did Jin lie? Is this even the truth? Jin always tried to pin things on Jungkook, but you defended him. Hearing his words now made your head spin. He’s lying. Jungkook is lying. You wanted to scream, frustration flooding through your veins as you clenched your fists.

“I’m gonna tell Jimin and Taehyung what I know. They will give me so much money dude.” Jungkook chuckled, “And then they’d kill him, oh God finally”

Hobi pursed his lips, mouth feeling dry as he reflected on Jin’s eerie words before he shot him in the leg. He didn’t know where Jin was anymore, handing him off to be taken somewhere. It didn’t make sense. His orders were to seize Jin if Jin won the fight. Why place an order like that all? Why do any of this?

“Y/n, come with me.” Jungkook tugged at the sleeve of the oversized Nirvana shirt you had thrown on after your shower session with Hobi. You giggled, the thought of Taehyung coming into your slowed thoughts like a hurricane, tearing up any understanding you thought you had of the situation. There was only one thing you believed. Only one thing you knew with full certainty and it was all you could hold onto.

“Oh my goodness it’s Yoongi. It’s Yoongi. It’s always been Yoongi” The words spilled from your lips like the tequila that dripped down the side of your lips as you took yet another shot, giggling like a ditz. Jungkook and Hobi exchanged confused looks with each other, only making you laugh more. “I would fucking know okay!” Your laughs grew loud, “I was locked up in his fucking apartment and where the hell were all of you huh? Dumb fucking idiots!” You buckled over, laughing into Jungkook’s chest.

“Jungkook” Hobi sighed, “I gotta get back to work. Can you get her sober please?” Jungkook nodded. He held your waist tightly helping you stand, walking with you carefully to the hotel elevator.

The laughter wouldn’t stop. Passerbys shot the two of you dirty looks as Jungkook pulled you into the elevator easily. Through it’s glass walls you could see the midday skyline, where outside people hustled through life as if everything were normal. Must be fucking nice. “Y/n” Your laughs began to choke in your throat, turning instead to the sobs you tried to suppress with whatever will you had left.

Jungkook placed his soft lips on your shoulder. Hands sliding onto your waist as he peered at you curiously, “Y/n, is everything okay?”

You shook your head, the elevator door closed as tears began forming in your eyes. Your voice croaked, “I’m dead. He’s gonna kill me. T..taehyung is gonna kill me. I...I know he will. He’s everywhere. Everywhere.” You looked around frantically, suddenly feeling hyperaware of the security cameras littered throughout the public space. “I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone...I” You hiccuped. Jungkook pulled you into a tight hug.

“It’s okay ssh” He stroked his thumbs them across your cheeks, cupping your face affectionately. “I’m here aren’t I?” You sniffled, nodding lightly. “I got you okay. No one is gonna hurt you”

You stared into his kind brown eyes. You did not trust him, your entire body was screaming at you not to trust him. His fingers danced down your figure, freely gliding over your heaving chest, desperately trying to breathe with the fear that choked you from within.

You blinked at him, eyes glancing down at his pouty lips before finding his eyes again. “Y/n” Jungkook whispered, barely inches from your lips. “I won’t let anyone hurt you okay. I promise”

Fat tears rolled down your face at his words. Jungkook clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he continued to wipe away your hears. “Oh you poor thing” He held you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, before tilting your face up to his.

He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as his lips landed on yours, swallowing you into him. The taste of tequila was evident on your lips as he kissed you softly, and you allowed yourself to surrender to his warm touch.

You felt heat pooling in your chest as his fingers trailed up your legs. He traced circles into the inside of your thighs, letting his fingers tease the edge of your shorts.

“Jungkook” You inhaled sharply, his hot breath tickling your neck as you tilted your head back. He licked his lips before sloppily latching onto your collarbone, sucking down to litter your skin with wet kisses as his fingers slid down your shorts, just barely so that he could roll his hips into you.

He pushed you back against the glass, fingers trailing across your bare thighs before sliding beneath your panties. Jungkook ran a finger over your clothed folds, making you clench down.

“Y/n” His voice sounded equally as desperate as yours, barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. “Fuck I missed you” You gasped as his fingers slid under the fabric. He pushed a finger in, allowing your tight cunt to accustom to it before adding another finger not long after.

His other hand slid beneath your shirt, pushing your bra up so he could run his thumb over your nipples, his touch featherlight, leaving you breathless. You rolled your eyes back in pleasure, bucking your hips up as he slowly pumped you with his fingers.

“That’s it baby, just like that” He whispered, lips pressing into your neck. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers quickened, pumping in and out of you as you latched onto his shoulders. “Look at me. Look right at me baby”

He brought his lips over yours, just brushing them across your skin so he could gaze deep into your eyes as you fucked yourself onto his fingers. You cried out his name as the friction began to overwhelm you. His fingers easing you right where you needed them, pleasure searing through you as he watched your every move.

"So good for me” He pulled his fingers out, doused in your sticky arousal before he placed them into his own mouth. Your eyes widen as he licked of every last bit of you and smiles. “You taste so fucking good baby”

He kisses you again, harsher this time as his hips roll against you. Your fingers grip his hair as he pulls down his sweats, allowing his cock to spring out.

“You want my cock?” He ran his tongue over your lips, tugging at them slightly as he stroked his cock. You could feel his hand moving between your legs. “You want my big cock in your little pussy?”

You gulped, nodding as Jungkook looked down, lining his tip against your folds, pushing in only slightly before meeting your eyes again. “So warm and wet for me, fuck” He pushed in further, groaning as you spread your thighs wider, allowing him to thrust as deep as he could. He stilled briefly, kissing you again “You take me so well baby fuck. So fucking tight for me. My pretty baby” He stroked your face, thumb pushing into your mouth slightly.

“Does it feel good?” He mumbled, pulling out just slightly before rolling his hips back into you. He picked up a rhythm, fucking you deep and slow, hands clawing at your breasts.

“Yeah...feels really good” Your eyes fell shut, enjoying the fulfilling pleasure of his movements. He pulled your shirt up, burying his face between your breasts as he continued to fuck up into you.

“Mmm yeah I bet” He pushed your bra up, allowing his fingers to pinch you nipples. He took one into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the small bud as he began to suckle you, looking up to your face and enjoying your reactions. “You’re so fucking pretty you know that right?” He sucked on your breast harshly before leaving it with a soft kiss and moving onto the other. “So perfect for me”

His thrusts quickened, driving you up the wall as his hands fell to your hips. You burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your high approaching. “Jungkook...I’m...”

“Yeah?” Jungkook’s voice was raspy with lust, “You wanna cum baby? Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock, wanna hear you make those pretty little moans when you cum”

You cried out with every thrust as he pushed you over the edge, and you felt your pussy burst with pleasure as you came, the sloppy sounds of your arousal echoing through the small space. Jungkook groaned as the hot liquid covered his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease.

“There you go. Good girl. Good fucking girl, just like that” He gasped, feeling his cock twitch slightly, buried deep in your cunt, “Want me to cum inside you baby?” You nodded, whining slightly, “Yeah? You want it baby? Huh?” Jungkook’s hips thrust furiously at you, and he cupped your face, bringing his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes as he came. “Want my cum? Want me to fill you up baby?”

“Yeah. I want it. Jungkook please,” Your whiny voice was enough to have him spurting through you.

“Holy fuck” Jungkook buckled over, holding you tight as cum shot out of him, filling you up and leaking out onto the floor.

He pulled out of you quickly, pulling up his sweats while you fixed your own clothes. Sweat painted his forehead as he looked at you, panting with a big smile on his cute face.

“I missed that” He confessed, pulling you back into him by the waist. He knelt down and pressed his lips on yours, letting his hands slide to your ass and squeeze them softly.

You heard a familiar ring as the elevator door reached it’s destination. You jumped away from Jungkook, unable to get far as the strong boy’s hold on you remained steady.

"I see stabbing you once didn’t really drive home the message huh Mr. Jeon Jungkook”

You felt goosebumps spread as you heard the sinister tone of Jin’s voice. He stood leaning against the elevator as if he had been waiting for you, twirling his knife around aimlessly between his fingers. “Too bad, I unfortunately can’t kill you yet” He turned to you and winked, “Both of you come with me”

Sweat trickled down from Namjoon’s neck, his eyes glued to the tattered punching bag in front of him. His muscles were still sore, bruises still spattered across his bare chest. He didn’t care. He was sick of feeling helpless. Under the dim lights of the boxing gym, he pushed himself, another hit, more force, ignoring the pain shooting through his limbs with every strike.

“Don’t overdo it” Namjoon rolled his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. “Last thing you want is to get injured again” He turned to the sound of loafers echoing across the concrete floor.

“What do you want Yoongi?” Namjoon sneered. The producer smirked slightly, patting the punching bag playfully before pacing around Namjoon.

“I’m gonna kill Taehyung, and I know Jimin is gonna break hell. I need you to protect Y/n for me. Can I trust you, Namjoon?” His voice was stern.

“Man, fuck you Yoongi” Namjoon groaned, “I put my life on the line for you constantly and you still have to fucking ask? Promise me. I want out after this. Promise me a record deal”

Yoongi shrugged, “Okay fine. I’ll sign you. Don’t let her out of your sight.” Yoongi inhaled sharply, “And I swear to God Namjoon if you even think about touching her, you’re dead to me. And I will know if you do.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, lips parted, desperately trying to catch his breath. “Yeah okay. Just get me my fucking record deal”

Yoongi pursed his lips, pulling out his phone and handing it to Namjoon. “Paperwork is ready. You have one job. Don’t fuck up again” Namjoon clenched his fist as Yoongi chuckled in amusement. “I have some business I need to deal with personally. Keep her safe Namjoon, please”

You gagged, a puke-ish feeling clogging your throat as you coughed out. Your head was throbbing with pain as you squinted against the gleaming lights from the chandelier above your head. Glancing around, you realized you were back at Jungkook’s place, large dark wooden floors adding to the ambiance that just screamed rich in your face. The plushness of his large bed evident beneath you.

You get up slightly, peering across the room where you see Jin handing a large duffel bag to Jungkook, whispering something into his ear. Jungkook nods eagerly, shaking Jin’s hand before exiting. He turns back to you, smiling as he realizes you are awake.

“Hey party girl. Recovered from our little day drinking session have we?” Jin chuckled. You scowl, searching around you as your throat desperately demanded water. Jin handed you a glass. “I just got Jungkook caught up, but you and I need to have a little talk”

You exhaled before emptying the entire glass down your throat. “I know everything” You scoffed in spite, “I know everything you did, you fucking maniac”

Jin smiled wide at the term, “I know. Jungkook told me you think I was behind all of the stuff that’s been going on, stabbing him and kidnapping you. I mean,” Jin laughed, a tinge of condescendence in his voice, “You don’t actually believe that do you? Like, seriously how dumb are these guys. At least you’re smart”

You frowned at his tone, unsure of how to respond. Jin raised his eyebrows at your silence before continuing, “Oh come on Y/n. Use that little brain of yours hm? What the hell would I be gaining from all this? It was Taehyung.”

He extended you a hand, helping you out of the bed and pulling you up to stand before him, “What did he tell you huh? That he’s Yoongi’s friend or some shit? Taehyung doesn’t give a fuck about Yoongi. And I know you know about him screwing over Jimin. He’s trying to take over both gangs, not just Jimin’s, and he’s been lying to you this whole time.”

The bargaining chip. “What do you mean?” You followed the flat echoes of his footsteps down the hallway into the same office that you had Jimin tied up only a few days ago. You suppressed a smile as you noticed the curtains were still torn.

“He’s distracting Jimin and Yoongi with you. He wants them to get up against each other so that he can sway the gang loyalties towards him by showing that their leaders priorities are off. Look here” Jin motioned towards a laptop on the large desk, playing security footage of what appeared to be Death Valley’s parking lot, where people were loading bags of cash into what could have been Taehyung’s car. “He’s robbing them. And you know what else Y/n? When he’s done with all of this, he’s gonna kill them both.”

No. No way. Betrayal stung you as you process Jin’s words, “You’re just a pawn in his game. You were bait. He just needed to you get Jimin and Yoongi to fight amongst each other. And you let him, didn’t you?” Jin chuckled, patting your cheek. “I know he kept telling you that you could trust him. That he wouldn’t hurt you. It was bullshit Y/n. This man only cares about one thing. Himself”

You thought back to the first night you laid your eyes on him, back when his hair was a faded green, his sweaty tan skin contrasting his dark leather jacket. The look of familiarity in his eyes and the gleam from his diamond studded watch. You were a fool. He strung you along.

“Where is he?” You growled, “I wanna hear it from him. I wanna ask him myself”

“Absolutely. In fact, if you’re up for it, I was wondering if you would be down to do another little mission for me” Jin winked at you. You scowled, folding your arms over your chest, “If we don’t kill him first, he’s planning on killing Yoongi tonight before the party. I know because I got him to let me in on his little coup” Your heart dropped, “You don’t want that do you?”

"No” You blurted.

“So let’s kill him first. Come on, let’s go get you dolled up for this party”

As you left the office, you couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure standing at the other end of the hallway.

Namjoon? Your eyes locked with his. He pressed a finger to his lips before pointing at Jin and shaking his head. What is he trying to say. Namjoon seemed to have a warning look in his eyes. You simply shrugged at him, before running down the hall to catch up with Jin.

Namjoon exhaled, watching from a window as Jin and you drove off, likely heading to the hotel. Looking at his palm he saw the way his nails left imprints in his skin from how hard he was clenching his fists. Namjoon wasn’t necessarily a fan of Taehyung, but he knew a thing or two about him from Yoongi. Taehyung would never kill people. He was averse to it for some reason, Namjoon always thought it was ironic for him to be a gangster given that quality. Taehyung could torture anyone, threaten anyone, but he didn’t have it in him to take a life.

Which meant that Jin was lying to you. Namjoon never liked Jin. Even aside from all the hits he had taken from the strong man, he always felt something was off about the guy. He feels uneasy about what he had just seen transpire, and decided to go find Yoongi.

“Do you want some coke?” You were in the middle of washing your face when Jin walked in with a bag of powder. “I could use a hit, I don’t know about you”

“Oh hell yes. Thank you” He poured out a line on the bathroom counter using a quarter, watching with a small chuckle as you inhaled the drug, nose pressed against the cool marble. You sighed, wiping your nose and flashing a big grin in the mirror “Damn. I needed that. I didn’t know that you use”

Jin bit back a smirk, “I do.” He poured another line on the same place, this time taking a hit himself. “A lot”

“Oh. Officer Jin is a druggie like the rest of us huh” You teased. Jin poured himself a gin martini, taking a sip, eyes alight with amusement. “Does that turn you on ever? Do you ever have a hottie cuffed up and they’re like please Officer does that..you know..turn you on?”

Jin’s eyes widened at you “Not any hottie, no. Now if I had you cuffed up saying that” He chuckled, pulling you to him by the waist “That’s a whole other story” You pushed him away playfully.

“What?” Jin said mockingly, “Don’t remember that night where I gave you the best orgasm of your life?” His traced his lips up your jaw, and you could feel his smile against you.

“Wow. Cocky are we?” You raised your eyebrows. “I’ve had some pretty good sex in my life. Hard to say if that was the best”

Suddenly, Jin pulled his knife from his back pocket, glancing in the mirror as he traced the blade across your neck just enough for you to feel the sharp cold metal glide on your skin, pinching without actually making you bleed. “Don’t even lie. You loved fucking me. Don’t you remember? How fucking wet you were?” His breath was hot against your lips, but it was the look in his eyes that had you weak in the knees.

Taking his knife, he slit clean down your shirt, tearing it off of you to reveal your bare chest. “On the floor slut” His whispered, flirty demeanor now shifted into something dark. Something feral.

You gulped, taking care to slide your bottoms off, not wanting him to slice them up before lowering yourself down onto the tiled bathroom floor.

Jin set the knife aside, pulling out his lighter and setting in on the counter before shedding his own clothes, even he kicking off his shoes. He lifted his foot, and you watched with a curious gaze as he placed his foot on your chest. He kept the weight off of you, much to your relief, and you couldn’t help but feel absolutely filthy as he rolled your breasts under the sole of his foot. You had never done anything like this. It seemed so dirty, but felt so good.

“Oh my god Jin” You gasped as he switched onto his other leg, taking his foot and shoving it into your mouth, watching in amusement as you gagged over his toes.

“Look at you. On the fucking floor. Naked little whore. Letting me do whatever I fucking want.” He removed his foot from your mouth, letting you catch your breath before you looked up at him with quivering eyes.

He felt blood rush to his cock at your expression. Licking his lips, knelt down, climbing over you to gently trail his fingers where his foot had been moments ago.

“And you love it” He sneered, letting his nails dig into your breast, “You love the pain don’t you you fucking slut?” When you didn’t answer he grabbed your jaw, pushing his fingers into the edge of your mouth. “I asked you a fucking question”

“Y...yes” You exhaled. You felt his fingers tease your clit, teeth tugging on your lobe as he laughed darkly.

Jin reached for the martini glass “Turn over” He growled. You found yourself with your breasts pressed flat against the floor, Jin’s cock pressing into your ass. You gasped as he poured the drink onto your back. “This is gonna burn. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. I know you are, you let Yoongi do it so I can too”

“Wait what” Jin pressed your face down with one hand while the other grabbed his lighter, “Jin. Hold on.” Your voice rose in fear, which only turned Jin on more. He watched as you writhed under him, trying desperately to get away. “Jin seriously. That’s not funny”

“Shhh. You can take it” He cooed, flicking the flame on he slowly lowered it to your skin, bringing it nearer and nearer to the doused skin. You yelped as you began to feel the concentrated heat. Your entire body was petrified. “Enjoy it baby. You like it. You love it. You let Yoongi do it so why can’t I?”

“Jin. It’s not you, I'm just not ready for something like this please” Jin cocked his head aside in irritation, stopping the lighter before it actually touched you and tossing it aside. “I didn’t let Yoongi brand me he just did.”

Jin stilled momentarily. “And you still love him? Even though he did that?”

You didn’t answer. That alone was enough for Jin to rage. He slammed your face back down, the blow giving you a dizzying sensation that hat you getting wetter by the second.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled, “How can you love someone like that?” He pulled your face up, bending you back until you were flush against his chest. “I don’t want any of them touching you again. You understand me?” He let go, giving you whiplash as you fell back to the floor. “Ass up. Now” He spanked your ass hard, causing you to yelp. The stinging pain vibrated to your core. You couldn’t help but love every second of it.

Jin knew that you were scared of him, he could feel it. He could also see the way your thighs would clench whenever he did anything to you. You were his favorite drug. He was going to ruin you.

He grabbed his belt from the pile of clothes on the side, “Hands under” He demanded, rolling his lip through his teeth as you obeyed him right away. He took the belt tying your wrists to your knees under you.

He took a moment to admire his work, your shivering body all his for the taking. You had no where to run. He had you now. “Who gives it to you the best him?” Pulling you towards him by your thighs, he didn’t care that your knees would burn against the smooth tile as he lined his cock up with your folds. He spat down, a glob of saliva landing on your ass before he used his cock head to rub it all over you. He could hear your shaky breath, your whiny moans that made him want to fuck you even more.

He slapped his palm onto the curve of your ass, bending over your to growl into your ear “Filthy whore. You disgust me. You let them all just do whatever they want to you, don’t you have any fucking self respect?” He could see his words were hitting close to home. You pursed your trembling lips as Jin smacked you again in the same place.

“When will you fucking learn huh? This pussy” He reached his hand to harshly cup your cunt, shoving two fingers inside you without warning. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. My cockslut whore” Taking his fingers out, he shoved them into your mouth “You taste that? That how desperate your needy little cunt is for me”

Your legs were strung together, making it all the more painful when he finally began to push his cock inside you, using his fingers to scissor you open so that he could get deep inside you. His length pushed against your tight walls, your cries and curses only motivating Jin to push further.

“Who owns this cunt huh?” Jin pulled your hips back, burning your knees each time as he pulled you on and off his cock. Your ass slammed into him with each blow.

“You do. Holy fuck, you do” You gasped, practically screaming as your whole body ached with pain and pleasure.

“That’s right baby” He pinched your clit, making you yelp as he flicked at it, pounding into your relentlessly.

“J..Jin” You mumbled, lips still half pressed on the floor, “Jin please. Feels good” Jin scoffed, “Gonna cum...gonna cum” You inhaled loudly as you felt your high approaching. Your eyes clenched shut as he edged you closer and closer, fingers furiously attacking your clit until he stopped.

You let out a loud sob as Jin yanked you up by your neck “You really thought I would let you cum whore?” His grip tightened, cock twitching at the way your voice sounded choking, the water streaming from your eyes and the drool at the edge of your lips. He kissed you, licking it all up in the process.

“Look in the mirror. Look at how pathetic you are. I want you to remember the only person who’s ever gonna let you feel this good” You looked at your reflection, seeing only your faces and the way Jin’s nails dug into your neck. He pushed you forward so that your chin was on the countertop. You coughed out, watching as he resumed his thrusts, punishing your clit with the jarring movements of his fingers.

You screamed, pleasure crashing over you in a wave of tantalizing heat. You gushed onto his cock, tears falling from your eyes due to how overwhelming the sensation was. Jin continued to whisper filth right into your ears but you could no longer hear anything. Your vision became hazy, not minding the blow when Jin shoved you back onto the floor and pounded you to his own release.

On the other side of the wall, Namjoon leaned his head back and sighed, glancing down to see his cock in his hands, now completely covered in cum.

Taehyung chewed on his gum nonchalantly as he paced around the luxurious hotel, checking out all the fun features. The pool deck was nice, the lobby exquisite, and his favorite part, the cafe, smelt delicious.

Yoongi had asked to meet him in his suite. On his way there he ran into you, and you knocked his breath away. He always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you looked elegant. It was such a surprising contrast to your usual getup, but you looked amazing. He was about to tell you just that when he finally registered the hurt look in your eyes.

“You liar” You slapped him with everything you had. Taehyung backed away in surprise. “How could you use me like that? Over and over again. I trusted you. You were really the only one I thought had my back. Without a fucking doubt” You lunged towards him for another hit but Taehyung held your wrist firmly.

“What are you talking about? When did I use you?” Taehyung looked around frantically, “Calm down okay, let’s go somewhere and talk this through.” Your eyes flared in anger.

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! You’re gonna kill them!” You screamed. Taehyung squinted, noticing the slight redness in your eyes. He sighed in understanding, pulling you by the wrist into a corridor.

“Y/n. Breathe. Tell me what’s going on” Taehyung attempted to calm you down but you were enraged. “And what the fuck are you on?”

Admittedly, you and Jin had ended up doing many more lines of coke, perhaps even molly, you were no longer sure, but you washed it down with the bottle of gin, finding it unprecedentedly hilarious that Jin liked to drink gin martinis.

“You used me! To fuck with Jimin! And Yoongi! You lied to me! Everything you said was a fucking lie, everything you did, every stupid word that came out of your stupid mouth was a lie! You just want power. You’re selfish, and...and...you’re gonna KILL them” A dramatic gasp left your lips, Taehyung almost laughed, “You’re gonna kill Yoongi. I...I can’t let you do that”

You pulled out your gun, cocking it and pressing it against Taehyung’s chest. He instantly put his hands up. “Y/n. Y/n stop. That’s not true okay you’re not thinking straight. Don’t do something you’ll regret”

Your hands trembled around the gun “You’ll kill them. You’ll kill them both...I can’t let you do that”

“Hold on!”

Too late. You pulled the trigger.

Hobi wandered through the parking lot looking for his car. His eyes narrowed on a familiar vehicle, thinking back to when he had loaded the drug money from the last fight.

So. Is that guy Yoongi then? The one I kept seeing? Hobi wandered over to the car. Peering inside the passenger window, his eyes locked on a small item on the floor of the car. He squinted to read it, it appeared to be some sort of credit card.

He stepped back, realizing what the name on the card was. He glanced around before taking the end of his gun and ramming it into the door handle. The door creaked open, allowing Hobi to swipe the card up. He slid it into his pocket, before hurriedly returning to the hotel.

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he watched you pull a gun out on Taehyung. He had been thoroughly entertained as you yelled and slapped him, knowing full well that you were high out of your mind.

Namjoon couldn’t understand Jin’s plan at all. He had eavesdropped on everything so far, as per Yoongi’s orders. Why would Jin ask you to kill Taehyung, why wouldn’t he just do it himself? He knew you would hate yourself if you actually killed him.

He had also been thoroughly disappointed at how easily Jungkook had bought into Jin’s agenda as well. The things people do for money. Namjoon sighed, realizing that he was pretty much acting on similar motivations.

You were ready to pull the trigger, and Namjoon was almost certain you wouldn’t do it, until he saw your finger begin to curl. He ran towards the corridor as fast as he could.

“Hold on!” He yelled, but it was too late. Taehyung’s eyes flew shut.

Namjoon blinked, not hearing the familiar gunshot sound. You looked equally confused, glancing down the barrel of your gun. Taehyung let out a shaky sigh of relief, sliding down the wall.

“It...was a blank” You mumbled. Namjoon rushed to your side, pulling you away from Taehyung. “What the...what was I just about to do?” His heart clenched as your lips parted in shock.

“Taehyung are you okay?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung nodded, clearly shaken up but managing to get a hold of himself.

“What the fuck is going on?” He growled, “Who gave her a gun? And who gave her drugs while she had a gun? Fucking hell”

Namjoon stroked your back as you let the gun drop to the floor, the weight of your actions finally hitting you.

“I’m so sorry. Taehyung I...” You looked into his eyes. Those eyes that always left you questioning what was really going on in that pretty head of his.

“Yeah. Jin fucking fed her some interesting stories about how you’re using her. At least I hope they’re just stories” Namjoon peered at him. “I’m Namjoon by the way, we haven’t officially met”

Taehyung shook his hand “Hi Namjoon. I heard you make pretty decent music” He chuckled ironically, “Y/n, I need you to tell me everything Jin said. There’s been some sort of misunderstanding, I promise you I wasn’t taking advantage of you.”

Namjoon made a face, exchanging a glance with you as you nodded slowly. Namjoon was not entirely sure he should believe Taehyung. He supposed it wouldn’t matter, when he knew that Yoongi was planning to kill Taehyung anyways. The more information he had, the better he could at least keep you out of trouble.

P R E S E N T D A Y--

Security escorted you and Jimin out immediately as the media broke into a frenzy trying to figure out what had happened. You had hoped your acting skills had convinced him.

After Taehyung sobered you up slightly, the three of you had sat and schemed. Using everything the three of you knew, you were able to figure out that it really was Jin behind Jimin’s accident, your and Namjoon’s kidnapping, as well as Jungkook’s attempted murder. He was able to do all of this using Hobi’s help, but Hobi seemed not to know that he was receiving orders from Jin.

The question remained how and why.

“I know you’re not going to believe me. So I have proof” Taehyung pulled his phone out, pulling up a recording of Jin tied up somewhere.

All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. And I get to kill them. My way

You felt queasy seeing his earnest expression through the film. Namjoon’s jaw clenched, recognizing crazy when he saw it, wishing he could have knocked the guy’s brains out beforehand.

“Listen to me. This guy is dangerous. I don’t really understand why he’s doing all of this. He said he wanted to help me, but clearly there’s some other motive here. Otherwise he wouldn’t go behind my back.” Taehyung muttered.

“The only way to know what he wants is to see what he does next” Namjoon pitched in.

You glanced between the two men, feeling weirdly relieved that you finally had some solid answers. Having Namjoon by your side after so long was the best thing you could ask for at the moment, and you clung to him, hands wrapped around his arm tightly. He thought it was cute.

“Let me fake my death. Let’s see what he does.”

The drivers took you and Jimin to the precinct. You looked around for Namjoon but he was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes met Jin’s briefly as he signed some paperwork. He winked at you.

“Can I have the body taken to get an autopsy report please?” You weren’t phased by this. Taehyung had said he had enough contacts to make it truly believable that he had died. Jimin’s face was void of emotion as he watched the stretcher go past with the body on it.

You left the hold on his hand, your blood running cold as the body nears you. It was loosely covered with a white sheet, but the arm hung out limply from the sight.

That watch. That’s his watch.

Jimin pressed his lips to the top of your head, sliding his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him “You okay babe?”

“I...no yeah, I’m just shocked” You stammered. You looked up at him, allowing him to place a loving kiss on your lips.

Jimin felt for you, he really did. He himself was generally an emotional person, it was not something he ever tried to hide. But he always felt like his emotional energy was valuable. He didn’t feel the need to cry. Not for Taehyung.

Jimin stroked your back softly, “It’s scary, I know. I know baby, but don’t worry” He licked his lips, eyes briefly meeting Hobi’s from across the room. Hobi gave him a knowing look.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon”

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a/n: WOOHOOO. the fun is really gonna start now. did you miss yoongi? don’t worry, he’ll be back. drop your theories in my asks! who killed taehyung? what’s jin’s deal?

smut pairs are up for next week! poor oc, she really needs to eat some food. yikes.

see you then & thanks for reading <3 happy juneteenth!

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jean-does-not-have-a-horseface · 3 years

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How about a Levi x reader where his baby kept asking for him when he was at work so the reader has to call him while he’s in his office and him and the baby have cute convos on FaceTime even though they can’t even talk yet

Oh woah I loved this so much anon, I hope you enjoy my sweetheart 😭👉🏻👈🏻 everyone thank you in advance for reading I love yall

Pairing: Levi/ Reader ft baby Kuchel

Tags: fluff, domestic, daddy Levi, drabblity drabble

Warnings: None it's just that Kuchel is the sweetest baby and Levi is a workaholic dad and he canonically loves rice okay?

Face time

Golden rays of light peaked through the gaps of the story curtain illuminating the otherwise dull, gray and overly cold office, basking the walls in mellow tangerine. The bubbling sound of the well known ringtone filled the room, lingering as it bounced form wall to wall, getting louder with each passing second.

With tired eyes, Levi took a good look around the room before picking up his slim device in his hands. His finger dragged the jade button of acceptance, his chest leaving out a heavy sigh as he finally let go of the round, metallic pen that rested between the digits of his right hand. His face lit up, pale skin shimmering under the pumpkin colored light, his cheeks puffing up with a fresh huff of air.

"Dadda!"

The high pitched voice caressed his ears softly as his eyes squinted in pure delight masking the stoic man's face with a rather rare expression. His obsidian orbs were glued to the screen, his finger coming to lightly stroke down upon the pixels that formed his daughters teeny chubby face.

"Hey Levi, are we bothering you?" You asked waving an enthusiastic hand at him.

"Oh" he paused "Not at all, I needed a break actually."

The little girl cheered on your lap, her significantly smaller fists quivering before her collarbones on pure happiness.

"She can't wait for you to get home." You announced and your daughter nodded vigorously. "She blurted something about beauty and the beast while I put on the songs earlier. Tell daddy baby!"

"Booetey dah dah beeat!"

The little baby spoke with half confused expression on her face as her grey eyes wobbled with want between you and Levi. A tiny miscellaneous smile appeared on her lips, her few sets of teeth peaking slightly through her cherry lips as a sound of laughter escaped her upon realisation of her actual words.

"Okay, Beauty and the Beast it is!"

"Are you going to watch all of it Kuchel?" You smiled at her, poking the tip of your finger in her squishy cheek.

"Ya" she spoke with a sly laugh.

Levi sighed, running a hand through his shaggy bangs as he watched whike you struggled with trying to softly take Kuchel's hands away from the phone. The baby whined slightly, her chubby hands coming to softly tap onto what Levi guessed were her little thighs. Instinctively Levi brought down the bar on top of his phone eager to check at the time.

7.30 pm.

The ravenette's head throbbed from all the paperwork he had supervised and signed during the day. His mind run to you as his eyes watched you sympathetically. His chest was burning at the thought of coming home to you, taking a hot bath and sinking into the comfortable couch that stood proudly in your living room. He was growing impatient as he thought about your hands on his nape, rubbing soothing circles on his sore skin as he held Kuchel on his lap while the TV played her favorite Disney princess movie.

Damn he wanted to come back home. He didn't want to be stuck here behind enormous piles of paperwork just to get a decent paying promotion.

His sore arm felt like a log as he moved the phone to another spot, the camera quickly catching another angle of his sharp face. Deciding to ignore it he felt his eyes squinting once again at the sight of his daughter's bubbly little speech.

"You're tired, aren't you baby?" You inquired, your lips pushing into a thin line.

Levi took his hands off of his forehead and tried to half chuckle at you, yet the exhausted look on your face prevented him from doing so. Kuchel couldn't seem to sit in one place as she chirped for him, screaming occasional father honorifics at him as she tried to grab the phone off of you. Secretly, Levi resented that you had to stay with Kuchel for most of the day while he was trying to get that promotion.

But more money meant that you could out her in a good daycare once you'd have to get back to work after your maternity leave expired. And Levi felt responsible to help as much as he could when it came to his family so long as he could enjoy cozy nights at home like the one that was currently inside his head.

Seeing that his tongue had grown dry despite the bittersweet saliva of hunger, Levi savored the mellow taste as he felt his stomach spread and buzz in protest to its emptiness. Hunger growled angrily at the fleshy walls of his digestive organ and seeing that it was past his usual dinner time, Levi clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Do you need anything to eat?" Levi questioned, his eyebrow cocking slightly at you as he spoke. "I think I should just come home, I'm too tired for these shitty papers."

"Languageeee!"

Kuchel screamed as you smiled at her father. With a slight nod and the familiar look of assurance on your face you told Levi that he shouldn't have to bring any take out for you to eat, you could just cook and call it a day, but that man clashed his tongue to his pallette as soon as you uttered that, a somehow sly smirk formed over his face.

"I actually want to cook alone with you, you brats. Wait for me won't you?"

"Of course we will baby!"

Another couple of bubbling giggles echoed through the walls of his office, this time acting as the only warmer he could ever need as the sky turned into a soft mixture of azure and violet. You and Kuchel waved maniacally at him, sending him a thousand kisses through the screen before pressing the button to hung up.

Immediately, Levi pushed his chair back, his legs straightening as he stood half exhausted and half proud over his spot. Shoving away any trace of paperwork that was on his way, his mind run through all the recipes he was eager to try out tonight as his mouth almost drooled at the thought of all the rice he cook for the night.

Oh, perhaps you could make fried rice, he told himself, almost smiling at the thought, that seemed like a great idea.

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Ik someone else already asked for like a delivery part (and honestly, that would be amazing. Like imagine the girls reacting to Baby Mix casually dropping it in their chat). But, also imagine Tom and Y/N haven’t released anything to the public and Perrie (my loose-lipped queen) let’s it spill over a virtual interview or something, how chaotic would that be????

Anyway, I truly loved your Baby Mix stories. You’re combining two of my favourite things so effortlessly. Thank you💜💜💜

Hello my love! So sorry for the long wait, I hope you don’t mind! Thank you for requesting this and being so patient with me❤️ I’m so glad you’re enjoying the Little Mix reader! stories🥰 I haven’t written a delivery part yet but I already had an idea of how I wanted to write this so...here ya go! Happy reading🤎🧸

💌.

Meet Aunty Pez

She would be the best aunty in the world, ugh🥺 Also I’m so sorry I haven’t been active, school has been keeping me busy, but hopefully it’ll ease up soon! Sending all my love to all of you💞

At 3:14am, on an early Monday morning, the bundle of joy that you and Tom have been waiting nine months for has finally arrived. After hours of enduring pain and labor, Amelia May Holland was born. Weighing at 7.5 lbs, she had the same bright chocolate colored eyes as her father, gorgeous brown hair, a mix of your and Tom’s nose, and thankfully she inherited your lips. She was a precious little thing, always cradled in the arms of either of her parents, since they both couldn’t believe she was finally in the real world with them.

The sun casted soft rays of light into the hospital room you and your little family occupied. The warm light added to the peaceful atmosphere you were all currently in. You were sat against the hospital bed, cradling Amelia in your arms, while you and Tom stared at her in fascination. You lean your head against Tom’s shoulder, eyes never leaving your baby girl, who’s nose momentarily scrunched up.

Softly chuckling, you glance at Tom, “Not even a day old and she’s already doing a habit of yours.” The gentle smile grows even wider on Tom’s lips, a sense of pride rushing through his veins.

“Well she’s definitely her father’s daughter.” He hums, his arm around your shoulder pulls you flush against his chest. Tom hides his face in the crook of your neck, placing feather light kisses onto your skin trailing down to your shoulder, where he rests his chin.

“I can’t believe we made her. Isn’t she the most gorgeous baby in the world?” He speaks in a hushed voice, cautious of startling his newborn daughter awake. He gazes at Amelia with a fond expression on his face, large fingers gingerly reaching out to softly stroke the back of his baby’s hand. She’s only been here a few hours and she’s already wrapped him around her dainty little fingers. He would go to extreme measures to do anything for her and to make sure she lived the best life she can. She was to be treated like a princess in his eyes; because she was his princess and you’ve been bumped up to be his queen.

“She’s all we’ve ever wanted.” You turn to face Tom over your shoulder. The whole morning, ever since you gave birth, the two of you spent most of the time admiring Amelia and would burst into tears at how proud you were of each other. Not only had you both just made the most precious baby in the world, but this was a new chapter in your lives. A new experience of life with a stronger bond, full of love, and years of memories that’ll be looked back on in the future.

Tom shifts his gaze to you, the look in his eyes changing to adoration. He tenderly kisses your lips, repeating the actions a few more times before speaking. “Thank you so much for this. Thank you for being an amazing wife and giving me a family. I love you so, so, so, so, much. You have no idea.” He brushes his nose against yours, shutting his eyes, to savor the meaningful moment.

“I wouldn’t be doing this with anyone else but you. You’re gonna be such an amazing dad.” You beam at him. Tom softly chuckles, leaning his forehead against your temple, “God, I hope.”

“You will, you’ll be the best one in her eyes. I already know it.” You reassure him, pecking the corner of his mouth. You turn your attention back to Amelia, who was still sleeping peacefully in your arms.

“So when should we tell everyone?” Tom asks, resting his chin on your shoulder again. You lean the back of your head against his shoulder, making yourself comfortable in his arms.

“I think we should tell our family and friends first. I’m not ready to share her to the public yet, I want her to only be ours for now.” You quietly explain. You feel Tom smile against your skin.

“Of course, darling. Whatever you’re most comfortable with, that’s what we’ll go with.”

(Y/n)🌻: sent a photo

We thought Amelia might want to pop in and say hello to her favorite aunties for the first time!❤️

Perrie🦋: oh my goodness! Congratulations🥳🥳 I’m over the moon for the both of you!!

Oh she’s precious! Look at those cheeks!! I can’t wait to meet her🥺

Jade💜: OMG WE SHARE THE SAME NAME!!

I’m so happy for you and Tom!! You guys are going to be the most amazing parents in the world!❤️

Leigh-Anne😻: Baby Amelia, you are the most adorable baby I’ve ever seen!!!😍 Babe, you and Tom have some really good genes👀

Congrats you two!! I’m so proud of you both❤️❤️❤️

Jesy💖: Thank god Amelia got (y/n)’s genes for her lips!!😂😂 I can’t imagine another loose-lipped Holland!

I’m so happy for you guys!! I can’t believe you’re already a mum, darling🥺 We love you so much and can’t wait to see you and Baby Amelia❤️

(Y/n)🌻: You guys🥺🥺 I can’t wait to see you all and get out of this hospital! This bed isn’t doing anything for my back😭

Perrie🦋: You must be so exhausted lovey, how are you doing? I hope everything went well during delivery!

(Y/n)🌻: Very painful, I felt like I was about to pass out omg😭 The doctor kept on telling me to push, I didn’t know if I was shitting myself or pushing the baby out😭

Tom’s been amazing the entire time. Bless him, I think I broke his hand while I was pushing :(

Jesy💖: Omg!! What was Tom’s reaction to childbirth?!!

(Y/n)🌻: If you thought he couldn’t get even paler, you thought wrong! He was as white as the walls in the room😭😭 He was a good sport through it all though!

Also, Amelia’s crying. I’ve got to go, I’ll talk to you girls soon!! And good luck with the interview today, you guys are gonna smash it xx

Perrie🦋: Don’t worry about us! You’re officially on maternity leave now! We’ll send your regards for the interviewer❤️

Leigh-Anne😻: Look at our baby mama! We love you❤️❤️❤️

Jade💜: Say hello to baby Amelia and that Aunty Jade loves her🥰

Jesy💖: ^Kiss ass, she’s not even a day old and the competition for best Aunty has already begun smh.

Bye darling, we’ll catch up with you soon❤️

You smiled at your screen before turning it off and placing it onto the table beside your bed. Tom was pacing the room, cradling Amelia against his chest. He was gently rocking her back and forth, alternating from shushing her to humming some sort of tune underneath his breath. You sat back and admired the curly headed boy that’s claimed your heart. Not only was he the love of your life but he was also the father of your child. Sure you guys were young, both in your late 20s, but the daddy role definitely fit Tom perfectly.

Tom must’ve felt your stare because he turned around and sent you a tired smile. He walked towards your bed and motioned for you to lay down. Using one had to cradle Amelia, he used the other to help you get comfy in the hospital bed. Still with one hand, he fixed your hair on the pillow so that it was away from your face. His large calloused hand cradled your jaw, “Get some sleep, darling. I know how tired you are.”

You pouted at him, “But what about Amelia?” He shook his head, his thumb stroking your cheek, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll try and get her to sleep. You just close your pretty eyes and get some rest in.”

“What if she’s hungry?”

“If she doesn’t fall asleep, then I’ll wake you up. Just please get some sleep, love. You haven’t taken a proper nap since this morning and I know you’re already close to knocking out.” He reasoned with pleading eyes. You sigh finally giving in, lazily nodding in response. Tom beams at you and leans down to place a tender kiss onto your lips.

“I love you both.” You mumble against his lips. He pecks your lips once more, “And we love you too, mummy.” The moment you closed your eyes, you were out like a light.

You managed to take a nap for about half an hour until you felt a few pats on your shoulder. You were immediately awake, turning your head to look for Amelia. You looked at the hospital bassinet, where you could see her sleeping peacefully.

“What’s wrong?” You ask Tom. He was sat beside your bed with his phone held in his hand watching something.

“I’m so sorry for waking you, but you should see this.” He apologized with a pitiful smile. He scoots closer to the bed so you can look at the screen. Your brows furrow together in question as you stare at Tom; it was the girls’ interview.

“Just watch.”

“Hello ladies! Thank you for joining me today!” The interviewer started. A round of “hellos” and waves were seen on the recorded Zoom session.

“Thank you for having us!” Leigh-Anne said.

“Yeah, it’s always a pleasure to be on your show, Zach.” Jade gushed. Zach made a show of flattery making them all laugh.

“I mean I guess I should start by asking how are all of you?”

Jesy was the first to answer, “I’d say we’re all doing pretty good, aren’t we girls? You know—just trying to get by especially with all that’s going on in the world.”

Perrie agreed, “Yeah, we’re lucky enough to be healthy and have the privilege to work. So I’d say we’re very blessed and making the best out of situation.”

“That’s great for you girls. AND speaking of making the best of the situation, thank you for giving us entertainment! I’ve been watching The Search and I’m absolutely obsessed.” Zach began, complimenting the show. He continued, “Although I did notice, that there’s only four of you at the moment, and in the show. How is it like to not have (y/n) around?”

Jesy pouted, the other girls having familiar reactions at the lack of your presence.

“As much as we miss her, it’s best for her and the baby to stay home and away from the public. When it comes to your career or family; family comes first, so it was totally understandable.” Jesy explained.

Jade chirped in, “Well, she’s not completely missing out. She’s had a few virtual appearances on the show and we’ve all been in contact, we always know what she’s up to.”

“How’s she doing? With the baby preparations and all?” Zach asked the girls. Their faces immediately brightened with joy, especially Perrie how squealed and clapped her hands in delight.

“Oh she’s doing wonderful, we were just texting her! She’s officially on maternity leave!” Perrie cheered. On the screen, Jesy eyed Perrie warily.

“Officially on maternity leave?”

Perrie smiled widely, “Yes, she is! She sent us a photo of the baby in our group chat and my goodness! Their baby is so cute, I just want to pinch her little cheeks!”

The three other girls’ eyes widened at the things coming out of Perrie’s mouth too stunned to say anything.

Zach squinted at Perrie, “Wait she’s already had the baby?”

“PERRIE!”

“Yeah, today actually.” The blonde answered proudly.

“PERRIE SHUT UP!”

“STOP TALKING!”

Perrie stopped, looking at the three girls offendedly, “What?”

“Oh my god, she did not.” Leigh-Anne facepalmed herself. Jade’s jaw was slack and Jesy’s eyes were wide with horror.

“Babe, do you know what you just did?” Jesy questioned Perrie, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose in stress.

You paused the video, taking in what just happened.

Tom eyed you carefully, “Your phone’s been blowing up consistently. Pez even called me to apologize, she feels really bad (y/n).”

You frowned knowing that Perrie was most likely upset at herself. You’ve been friends with Perrie for years now. It was common knowledge amongst you and the girls that if something big and secretive were to happen, you were to never tell Perrie. Not that you all wanted to leave her out on propose, she just didn’t know how to keep her mouth shut. When Perrie found things that made her happy or excited, she didn’t know how to contain her happiness. So it wasn’t completely a surprise to learn she’s told the world you and Tom were finally parents.

Tom noticed that you were still quiet, “Are you mad, darling?”

You shook your head, “No—no, I’m not mad at her. I know Perrie can get too excited sometimes.”

“So you’re okay with this?” Tom asked you, knowing that just an hour ago you said you wanted to keep Amelia away from the public. His hand reaches for yours, grasping it.

You tilted your head at the ceiling, “Yeah, I guess I am? I mean it’s not like she said Amelia’s name or anything. All she told them was that I gave birth already.” You paused and turned to look at Tom.

“Plus, I think she’s saved us the trouble of figuring out how to tell the world about Amelia.” You send him a smile. He reciprocates the action and brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “We don’t have to tell them anything more. All they have to know is that you’ve given birth and our little princess is healthy. Also that we’re very happy. The rest of the details will only be for us. For now.”

“For now.” You confirmed squeezing his hand. You glanced at your phone and motioned for Tom to give it to you. Scrolling through your contacts you clicked on Perrie’s name, “I guess we should call her and thank her.”

You clicked on the FaceTime icon and not even a second later, Perrie immediately answered the call.

“I am so sorry.” She apologized, hand covering her face. You chuckle at her and shake your head, “We’re actually calling you to thank you Pez.”

Her face contorts into confusion, “What do you mean thank me? I just exposed the two of you during a live interview.”

Tom poked his head into frame, “Well one, you’ve announced that Amelia’s here already, so that’s one thing off our list. And two, you just saved me months worth of relief during interviews. Now that everyone knows we have a baby, I don’t need to be scared of accidentally slipping it out when I have to do promos!”

The blonde looked between both you and Tom I’m disbelief, “Are you kidding me? If I knew you two would’ve responded this way I wouldn’t have been spending the last hour beating myself up for it.”

You laughed smiling at her. Perrie beamed at the both of you, “For just delivering a baby, you look gorgeous hun. You’re glowing.”

“Aw thank you, lovey.” You look at Amelia from the corner of your eye. “Do you wanna see her?” Perrie eagerly nods at the camera. Tom takes the camera and rounds your bed to the bassinet. Aiming the camera above Amelia he said, “Amelia, meet Aunty Pez.”

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peonierose · 2 years

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Last Christmas…I gave you my heart

Chapter 3

Unwrapping presents

Book: Open Heart

Rating: Fluff / Teen

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Words: 2,376

Premise: All events occurred after OH ended.

Summary: It’s time to unwrap some presents.

Side note: All characters belong to Pixelberry, I‘m merely borrowing them for the sake of the story.

Luna, Maxine and Dylan are creations of my own.

A few days later…

“Damn it, it’s not working,“ I throw away the brush that I held in my hands mere seconds ago.

It lands on the floor, where it rolls around until it hits the opposite wall.

Putting my face in my hands I let out a mangled scream and don’t hear the door open until I smell peonies, I look up and see Maxine standing next to me, a steaming mug in her hand, the strong aroma of Irish coffee wafting to me until it tickles my nostrils.

I scrunch my nose and just point at her mug.

She looks down and shrugs.

“It’s always alcohol o’clock somewhere,“ she winks.

She nods to my not-so-done painting of Bryce.

“What’s up with that, sugarplum?“ she asks putting her head to the side and tries to figure out what the drawn lines are supposed to be.

“Well as you can see I’m trying to paint but it’s not working,“ I say getting more and more frustrated with myself.

Her eyebrows rise and she hands me her mug

“Go on take a sip,“ she encourages me, holding out the mug to me.

I eye it suspiciously not sure if I should, but take it cautiously into my hands.

It goes down smoothly, the alcohol burning only slightly.

I lick my lips.

“Mmhh, not bad,“ I admit and take another sip, savoring it on my tongue.

“Hey, leave some for me,“ she chuckles, and I hand her back the mug grinning from ear to ear.

We stare at the painting in silence.

“What do you usually do to get in the mood when you paint?“ Maxine asks me seriously.

I ponder over that for a few minutes trying to figure out what helps me when it comes to painting, because I can’t pinpoint what helps me exactly. Sometimes it’s music, other times it’s something I ate and it gets the creative juices flowing. I decide on music this time.

“Music usually helps me get in the zone,“ I say.

Maxine eyes the room until they land on her phone and she digs out a small bluetooth speaker out of her suitcase.

“Any preference?“ she asks and looks at me.

“Do you have any Led Zeppelin or AC/DC?“

She scrolls through her phone and moments later you hear “Whole Lotta Love“ from Led Zeppelin blasting through the speakers.

Letting the lyrics lull me into the zone.

“You need cooling, baby I’m not fooling, I’m gonna send ya back to schooling...“

I let them fill my body until I get into my zone, where I tune out everything else and just concentrate on the painting in front of me, I hum along to the lyrics and start to get to to work.

Thankfully I already decided on a color palette, which is rose gold tones whites and black, some ochre yellow and dark orange tones thrown in for the sunset, mix in some red jewel tones.

Taking my palette and my brush in my hand, I fill in the canvas. Starting at the top, taking a moment to consider which tones to take next, and chew at the of my brush.

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After a couple of hours I stare at the finished painting in front of me, breathing out a sigh of relief and wonder.

Having created this work of art.

The soft glow of the last rays of sunlight casting everything in a rose gold tone, Bryce and his surfboard captured perfectly.

Exactly how I envisioned it, adding my signature in the corner.

Fingers crossed that Bryce will like it.

Blowing away a strand of my dark blond hair out of my face, I lean back and look down at my hands covered in paint ranging from pink to white, to black and brown.

Laughing I wander into the kitchen area and see Keiki and Maxine having a lively discussion about hot guys and tattoos.

“She’s finished,“ Maxine sees me first, and hands me a glass of crisp white wine, and I take a sip.

“Can we have a look?“ Keiki gives me her best poppy dog-eyed look.

“Alright, Keiks come on,“ I lead her to the room where the painting is drying.

Maxine throws her hands up in the air.

“What about me? Can I see it too?“

Maxine pouts.

I extend my hand while grinning, she takes it, and together they look at the finished painting.

“Whoa Lunes…“

Keiki stares at it completely mesmerized.

Even Maxine is speechless while admiring the painting.

“This tops the green lingerie by far.“ she says.

I look from Maxine to Keiki

“Do you think he’s going to like it?“ I ask unsure if it’s going to be good enough.

Keiki turns her head and starts shaking it.

“Like it? He’s going to love it,“ she says.

Maxine nods in agreement, and I sigh in relief.

Glad that I could make something that comes from the bottom of my heart.

“Okay, who’s up for some Tattoo Redo on Netflix?“

Keiki asks around.

Maxine and I both nod and go to watch some people get their tattoos redone.

This was all in all, a very productive day.

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Christmas Eve

Luna

It’s finally time to open presents and I’m super anxious. Not just about opening them, but also about placing mine under the Christmas tree. Fingers crossed for making everyone happy tonight.

We decorated the table with a red table cloth and some red candles, that we didn’t want to light until we all sit down.

Keiki and Maxine sit on the couch and sip on some egg-nog, and laugh at some story Maxine is telling.

Bryce is surprisingly enough is making dessert. We all agreed that each of us will handle a part of dinner, a part we know we can handle. Maxine and I made the turkey and the egg-nog.

Bryce and Keiki decided to a no-bake cheesecake, a dessert that is easy and that won’t burn, so we don’t have to call the fire department on Christmas Eve. Even though we do have it on speed dial.

The doorbell rings and I go to get the door. When I open it, I see Dylan standing on the other side, in a nice suit minus the tie.

He’s carrying a bouquet of nice flowers and a bottle of wine.

He has a sheepish smile on his face.

“Dylan, it’s so nice you could make it. Come on in,“ I open door further to let him in.

“These are for you,“ he hands me the flowers.

“You shouldn’t have Dylan but thank you these are really nice,“ I say and put them in a vase. Even though my dad owns a flower shop I don’t have a green thumb whatsoever. He always teases me about it.

Keiki gets up and runs towards Dylan to give him a hug to which he responds by hugging her tight.

I watch Bryce who eyes them both warily, I elbow him in the side “Remember be nice,“ I tell him.

He scoffs under his breath and replies

“What are you talking about, I’m always nice.“

I just stare at him

“Alright I’ll be extra nice, since it’s Christmas,“ he says cheerfully.

I just roll my eyes at his comment, but make my way to the dinner table as we all get seated.

“So Dylan tell me about yourself,“ Bryce starts off the conversation.

I groan into my wineglass.

Dylan swallows his bite of turkey.

“Is this the interrogation part,“ he asks.

Bryce shrugs his shoulders.

“You call it interrogation I call it dinner conversation,“ he replies.

Dylan looks directly at Bryce.

“Well I’m a senior at high school I’ll be graduating this year,“ he says while taking another bite to buy himself some time to continue.

“Any plans after you graduate?“ Bryce asks him.

“Not really, I haven’t decided what I want to do afterwards,“ Dylan replies.

“What about college or university?“ Bryce keeps on grilling him on that subject.

“Like I said, I don’t know yet. Besides I’m still young, I don’t have to decide right this moment what I want to do after high school,“ Dylan smoothly replies.

Bryce nods at that and is about ask another question when Keiki cuts him off

“Do you have to ask that many questions? Can we just eat please?“ she asks

Bryce tries to act innocent at Kekis question.

“What I just a couple of questions, no hard feelings right Dylan?“ he looks at Dylan.

“No, it’s quite alright, I have this same conversation with my parents every single day, so it’s all good Keiki, really,“ Dylan reassures her.

She blows out some air.

“Stop grilling him be nice,“ I say to Bryce, he sighs and concentrates on his food.

We eat in silence and just make some brief comments about the food.

As we’re done with dinner, we all mingle around the apartment and just relax and let the food coma set in.

Keiki is the first to break the silence, edging on her seat on the couch.

“So should we open presents?“

We all stare at her and just nod and smile to each other, because we know that if we don’t open them, she’s going to get impatient and ask every five minutes, like a little kid who „asks are we there yet“

So we indulge her.

We all sit around the Christmas tree and get our presents.

Bryce takes the wrapped painting, which he stares at and wonders what could be hidden beneath.

Keiki also gets her presents and puts them into her lap.

She starts opening it and when she sees what’s inside, gets up and starts squealing and doing a little happy dance.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. I can’t believe you did this,“ she looks shocked at her brother.

For the first time he seems to be uncomfortable by the sole attention he’s getting.

Maxine leasen towards Keiki when she sits down again to see what she got.

“No way, you got two tickets for a Billie Eilish concert?“ she smiles at her and gives her a one armed hug.

“I know right? I can’t believe you got me this super amazing gift,“ she hugs her brother so hard, that he has to detangle her arms from him.

“It’s really a gift for both of you, right B?“ I chime in and point at her and Dylan.

Bryce stutters along

“Uhh, yeah for both of you,“ he throws a questioning glance at me. I implore him to just trust me and go along with it.

Dylan looks completely flabbergasted.

“Wow I don’t know what to say other than thank you so much,“ Dylan gives me and Bryce a hug.

Keiki puts her tickets aside and opens her next gift, which is from Maxine.

“So cool a voucher for my first tattoo. Thank you,“ she hugs Maxine.

“Anytime little Lahela,“ she smiles at Keiki and sips on her drink.

Bryce almost chockes on his wine.

“A what?“ he asks and stares in disbelief at Maxine.

“Lighten up,“ Maxine just laughs at his expression and he just sighs.

Then it’s her turn to open up Dlyan’s present.

She opens the box and it turns out to be a necklace with a paw, when she turns it around her initials and her birthday are engraved on the paw.

“Oh wow. I love it, thanks Dy,“ she smiles sweetly.

He smiles and just nods.

Since Keiki and Dylan opened theirs, I start opening mine.

Pulling the green ribbon apart, I reveal a silver locket inside the first box.

“My grandma has a locket just like this. I always admired it,“ I say.

I take it out and turn it around to open it then it clicks open, where a picture of me and Bryce from our last trip from Honolulu staring at me.

“Well before your parents left to catch their flight, your mom gave that locket to me. She said your gran said to give it to you for Christmas,“ Bryce replies.

“Thank you, this means so much to me B,“ I still at the oval shaped silver locket and he just smiles at me.

The second box has a silver necklace with a tiny oval shaped locket, as a dangling charm on it, so it matches the locket I got.

“Thank you these presents are amazing,“ I mutter to Bryce still speechless about the thought he put into the presents.

Bryce and I got Maxine a whole day of spa treatments. Keiki got her a warm scarf, to which Maxine just says “Well I don’t know when I’ll be using this, since it’s never this cold in Hawaii, but thank you,“ she gives Keiki a kiss on the cheek.

Now it’s Bryce’s turn to open his presents. Well, one is for later which he will open without an audience. I smile secretly to myself, I can’t wait for his expression for that one.

He tears the wrapping paper apart and reveals the painting I did of him and his first words are.

“I thought it was a nude painting,“ Bryce acknowledges sadly “You know painting me like one of your french girls,“ he adds playfully wiggling his eyebrows.

“As if I would reveal a nude painting in front of everyone,“ I say.

Bryce grins “So you would reveal it in private?“ Smiling at him I only say “Nice try,“ I say.

Keiki just cover her face in her hands.

“Is your brother always like this?“ Dylan asks with a smirk on his face.

“Unfortunately yes,“ Keiki just shakes her head at Bryces antics.

Bryce smiles at me and gives me a chaste kiss, in front of the others.

“You said there’s going to be another present,“ he asks looking around to see if he missed it.

I laugh with a twinkle in my eyes.

“You can unwrap that one later,“ I keep it at that.

He smiles knowingly.

“Get a room,“ Maxine and Keiki both say at the same time.

“Trust me, we will,“ Bryce laughs.

The others make gagging noises while we just smile at each other.

All in all, this was a wonderful Christmas. Spending it with loved ones, sitting around the tree and just reveling in each others company.

Making bad jokes, sipping on wine, opening presents and just being in the here and now.

Too many more Christmases just like this one.

Authors note: Thank you to everyone that you read, liked and reblogged something I wrote. This is the final chapter for Last Christmas…I gave you my heart.

I’m grateful that you went on this little Christmas journey with me ❤️

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nectarous · 3 years

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TOOTHSOME ⇋ OJIRO ARAN X F!READER.

TAGS: strangers to soulmates. suggestive themes [no smut]. constant changes of pov. slowburn fluff with angst ending.

W/C: 3.3K

SUMMARY: a simple study of intimate bonds and tasting love.

⇦ SEWER SOULMATE SYNDROME COLLAB MASTERLIST ♡

there’s something about the world that’s absolutely and wholly dull. waking up to blistering rays glaring through open windows, working at a lackluster club, coming home to your barebones apartment that you’ve never bothered decorating. you only look forward to collapsing into a steaming bath, dreading the fact you’ll have to repeat this all over again once the sun starts to peek up from the horizon.

it’s what’s deserving of such an uninspiring, miserable personality. you’re not interested in much outside of the bubble you crafted. you’re indifferent to the fickle things; love, bonds, and that mouthful of flavor when you meet your soulmate for the first time. it doesn’t interest you in any capacity.

you know that there’s a lot to be desired with you. your people skills need tinkering and while your work ethics are respectable enough, all you can think to describe yourself is boring.

you’re interested in surviving and supporting yourself. living long enough to enjoy yourself, but short enough to not have to work hard—you’ve never been interested in the company and passing affections of others.

the idea of a soulmate is a delicate one to some, daft to others. you’re more indifferent on the topic, leaning closer to disdain, about the idea of a fated second half.

how naïve you are for thinking that you’re lucky enough to escape it, unaware that in a short twelve months, it’ll only take one stranger to ruin your perception of love, of the world, of yourself.

just like everyone else, you’ve been taught about soulmates, raised around the idea that finding them would finally open you up. from an outsider's perspective, you understand how they work, how they feel. you’ve spotted that glazed over look in their eyes more times than you care to count. you’ve witnessed soulmates bumping into each other for the first time, seen how eyes light up, and heard the crashing of heart beats from across rooms. you swore you could hear them salivate at the taste of each other’s presence.

you’re certain that’s something you’ll never experience. you hope you’ll never meet them, hope that they're dead or far away in some other continent, or that they’re as much as a homebody as you are. you covet to be in the majority that never meet their soulmate, and have to settle for yourself and

you’ve made it this far alone. why bother searching for your other half now?

• • •

even at 27, aran’s still hopeful he’ll find the person he’s supposed to spend his life with. it’s a silly little fantasy, one that has settled deep in his core, meeting the love of his life and instinctively knowing. all through his teenage years, he’s been teased for being a hopeless romantic. but who could blame him? what’s more serene, more absolute than the idea of finding the person who will love you for who you are, for the rest of your life?

his romanticism has mellowed out over the years, and he’s become a reasonable man with a successful career and lifelong friends and a dog he spends a fortune on every month. he’ll let life take its course, pray for the best, and continue on.

everyone has a soulmate. he hopes it’s only a matter of time before he meets his. but it’s not a necessity for him.

• • •

the first time you see him, your soulmate, is outside some onigiri shop, bathed in the purple shadows of sunset. you instantly turn the other way, stumbling into some random convenience store and ignoring that lightheadedness, and the urge to gag at the rich flavor soaking into your mouth, hoping he doesn’t feel your proximity.

all of a sudden, you’re not that hungry anymore.

• • •

aran feels it. his knees grow weak, his heart swells twice as big, there’s a pressure in his sinuses that almost has him stumbling back. and then that feeling’s gone. when he looks around, no ones there, but the residual feelings still linger.

this is the taste of aran’s soulmate. he always expected love to taste like bubblegum or the strawberry mochi he used to split with his sister. he expected to savor the color pink, or red, delicate colors that remind him of spring and joy.

instead, there’s a bitter, heavy metallic soaking into his mouth; like antimony and lemon rinds. it clashes against his taste buds causing his face to scrunch up in distaste.

it tastes like gray.

• • •

the overwhelming taste in your mouth is pastel green, tooth-decaying sweet, and tart. it drips down your throat, makes your gums and your heart ache and throb. it feels like you’re going to choke right here, in the snack section of a convenience store.

granny smiths, heavy molasses and acerbic echoes of sumac sticks to the insides of your cheeks. the emotions so saturated it starts to burrow deep in your teeth.

you hate how warm it makes you feel.

• • •

you recognize him immediately when you’re flicking through the channels waiting for your dinner to reheat. of course the universe decides to pair you up with a fucking olympic volleyball player with amazing things going for him. you can’t change the channel, can’t ignore that he looks a little too good panting and covered in sweat. his voice rumbles smooth, his eyes glimmer, his quiet chuckle makes you throb.

you’ve been laying in bed and trying to push out the sneaking thoughts of him, trying to erase the green flavor that creeps back in ever since.

it’s been two weeks since you’ve been anywhere near that shop. the fear that you’ll bump into him again is… overwhelming. but you’re exhausted, working through the day for the second time this week. and of course, you forgot your umbrella at home, forcing you to run through the muggy rain in a ratty shirt and soggy sneakers.

you told yourself you’d take the long way home, but now that cutting through this block will get you out of the rain faster, knowing it’ll get you back home in time to catch that cooking show while you take a bath, tempts you too much.

but of course, nothing that life hands you seems to go your way.

and of course he’s out there again. out of all days. you hope he’s not some mindless sap that waits outside of the shop everyday, aching for the chance to bump into his soulmate and live happily ever after. that might be the only thing that would make this soulmate bond even more painful.

you really should’ve just gone the long way home.

he looks happy and, you begrudgingly admit to yourself as you wait for the crosswalk to turn green, even more handsome than on your tv. big. he’s on the phone, protected from the rain under the shop’s awning. the taste of green’s already oozing it’s way back in.

apparently, that perspective ability you admired while watching one of his first matches bleeds outside the court too, because he immediately makes eye contact with you. eyes widen, he hangs up immediately, and his hand raises in a wave.

and the first thing you can do is run.

• • •

he can sense that his soulmate’s near, that sharp tinny taste overpowering the onigiri osamu forced him to finish. it has his nose crinkling up before he whips his head up, staring at a girl. his heart soars a bit, finally he gets to meet you, before crashing down upon seeing that expression of horror on your dripping face, before you trip your way into some alley. he doesn’t second guess running into the sheets of rain, not hesitating at the sudden chill of rain.

he can tell that you’re scared, terrified, disgusted at the idea of having a soulmate. is it because of him?

the taste of each other is overwhelming, gunmetal grating and foiled and loud crashing into his. can barely swallow it down, eyes rolling back.

you can’t handle the onslaught of pungent syrupy sour, it’s soaking into your head more than the rain. it makes you hunched over and soaked, retching bile and the remnants of breakfast, you want to die.

you want to tell him to fuck off, let you drown in apples, in the vomit and the rain, but he’s insistent. he keeps a polite distance, a safe distance, from you. arms flex in his soaking pale t-shirt while he looks at you like some kind of wounded, rabid animal.

“let’s get you warmed up, ok?”

that tart taste eats away at the rancid bile in your mouth, and you hate to admit that his charcoal eyes start to slowly thaw you.

you’re a mess of chattering teeth, goose pimpled skin. your nipples are poking stiff peaks into your shirt and your fingers are shaking, but he politely ignores both, stepping over the puddle of vomit to pick up your dropped bag, hot hand on the small of your back as he leads you in through the back entrance of the onigiri shop.

two identical faces, the only thing separating them is the shock of pale blond hair, are watching you from a distance as aran presses soft cotton into your arms and leads you into the locker room. they both feign boredom as you shuffle by them, but even in your bleak state, you can’t ignore that interested glimmer in their eyes from behind the register.

the sound of slopping clothes dropping against the cold tile makes your skin crawl, your eyes sting, and your head ache like it was just banged into the concrete. you don’t know whether to be humiliated or thankful, unsettled or grateful that ojiro aran’s actually nice. such a simple word. just these last 10 minutes has proved his heart of gold and, as you tread back into the main room, you think you’re going to cry.

no one talks as you collapse and curl up on one of the farthest seats, as you start to lose yourself in the sounds of thunder and the stifled radio, the cold bleeding it’s way into your brain. you can start to feel yourself dissociating, vision starting to blur, losing yourself in the numb.

the delicate placing of six onigiri snaps you out of it, aran’s look of concern makes you curve over your knees as you drag the plate closer. his eyes tickle at your soul, baring deep into your bones, as if he can see how much you're hurting, how much you don’t care. compared to him, you look like a drenched rat, hair still damp and feet bare.

you really might cry.

because it hurts. the thought that he’d treat you good like this, every day, for the rest of his life. you can tell he’s kind, the way he sets down a cup of tea and brings you some food. the way he offers you a change of clothes. he’s a gentleman, and you feel pity for him, that he’s attached to you.

the tilt of your lips in gratitude probably translates more as a grimace than a smile.

he waits until after you finish eating to start talking, “i’m ojiro aran.”

“i know,” you respond back. “that volleyball player.”

your droning voice doesn’t make him flinch back as you hope.

“i hope i’m not overstepping, but i can tell that you’re not the happiest with — ” finally he hesitates, flicking the sugar packets, eyes tracing over your face. you make it a point to not return the eye contact.

“look. i’m not sure if it’s because of me, or you’re not happy with the idea of soulmates in general.” he overlooks the way your fingers twitch around your mug. “and i’m not going to force you to do anything, because i can tell that you’re on edge right now.”

he lowers himself so he’s not towering over you, balancing on his toes, still toying with the condiments on your table.

“to tell you the truth, i’m a bit of a romantic,” something sweet starts slipping into his voice. “i can tell that you aren’t. we don’t have to rush into anything, say the word and we can forget we ever met. but i think this can work out. we just need to pace to our comfort levels.”

and as you stare into his eyes, him squatting in front of you and holding your still shaking hands, the utter care, eyes almost pleading, and a soft smile that he’s emitting, it makes you feel peace for the first time. the stains of melancholy in your bones start to fade, and pastel green leaks from the sides of your cheeks making the corners of your lips involuntarily twitch up.

maybe, just maybe this’ll work out.

• • •

it’s been months, and aran’s learnt more about you than you know. he’s picked up that you despise physical affection just as much as the rain, but that you crave the heat from his body.

he thinks about you constantly. he replays your ‘dates that aren’t dates’ on repeat at practice, printing your face in his head on his morning runs, and he welcomes that metallic bitter that comes with you before he goes to sleep.

you’re standoffishness is soft and appealing at first glance, like antimony you taste like. the more time he’s in your presence, the more that lack of intimacy burns at his eyes, and his lungs. his hands sting with rejection every time you inch and shrug away from his touch or grimace when he laughs at your half-jokes. he knows there’s a separate woman bedded underneath. he saw her at the restaurant, he sees it whenever you watch the sunset. he notices it most behind the closed doors of his apartment.

he’s come to appreciate your hands. your hands convey the things you’re too nervous to say. he can feel the adoration pulsing underneath the fragile skin in your fingers and your wrists, whispering the things you can’t always say out loud. they speak to your sense of comfort with him, the vulnerability you only show with him. the way they sneak under his shirt to run down his smooth back when you're cold, only to pull back and hope he didn’t catch your slip up.

he notices the chipped polish that you pick at when you're stressed over deadlines. how your hands shrink in comparison to every part of him, tracing the callouses and scars from decades worth of volleyball. he loves how you bring his hands up to kiss on his knuckles after hours in bed, before you make up excuses as to why you can’t spend the night.

much to your annoyance, it makes him want to try that much harder.

• • •

love. a complicated, sinister, four letter word you never thought you were built for. you think about it a lot, in tandem with aran. probably too much to be healthy. he’s the first thing you think of when you wake up, plaguing your mind as you work, and leaving you always wondering what time he goes to sleep.

it's embarrassing. the three hours you spend with him every weekend has turned you into some sort of sap, haunted with his musky scent, that soft smile and that embarrassing craving for him to pat your head again. like your some fucking puppy. and you swear, that syrupy green apple taste is stained into your taste buds, it’s seeped into your bones and ruined you.

the last thing he deserves is you. you know that. but he doesn’t think that, he’s letting that metallic taste run him around lovesick. he makes you feel blistered; every touch and adoring glance burns into your flesh in permanent, achy reminders. he has your number, knows where you live. but he respects you and the distance you’ve placed.

he’s getting too comfortable too quickly, and he keeps surprising you with how patient he is. he’s adaptive, tenderhearted, almost philanthropic with the way he took in the charity case of you.

it didn’t pan out the way you expected the first few months. you expected failure, for him to snap at your constant rejections and complaints. apparently, experiences with his childhood friends prepared him for you.

he's too helpful of a person, wanting to talk about feelings and cooking you food when you didn’t ask for it. it scared you, how fast he accepted this soulmate thing, how fast he was able to care. his hugs lasted too long. he's suffocating you in adoration and care, and you can tell he’s almost to the point of being in love with you.

poor aran. you’ve been destined to be with this man, who’s been destined to be alone since birth, all because the universe promised you to him.

you know you’re going to destroy this beautiful bond that the universe crafted. you’re bitter and mean and unable to open yourself up to him; he almost knows nothing about you, and you know almost everything about him. you know how his younger sister wants to become a physical therapist, how the owner of that little onigiri shop has been one of his best friends for almost two decades. and you know his favorite food’s ritz crackers, that he’s a morning person. he loves dogs and hates horror films, and his two greatest joys are his family and volleyball.

there’s an unspoken hint that he wants you to join the former.

and it’s unfair; who wouldn’t fall in love with that scar on his neck. you try to focus on his bad parts, of which he only has one. his stupid dog, adzuki. that mammoth of a german sheperd that follows you around, places it’s paws on your lap when you come over for dinner.

he laughs every time you grimace at him, looks like we both have a weak spot for you.

• • •

you shatter his heart on the first year anniversary since you’ve been bonded. you were already dangling by a heart string, and that little band of gold and red he gifts you is where you force yourself to draw the line.

all you can think about is how you need to abandon him before either of you get too attached. you’re teetering on the edge of ignoring your gut instincts, of collapsing into him, wanting to let him see the shattered pieces inside you. but then he’ll do something as mundane as calling you over for dinner, and you remember.

he terrifies you.

there’s a reason you haven’t spent the night again. the intimacy of you and him, and his ugly dog, and that picture frame of your date at the beach hung right next to one of his family portraits.

he loves too much and too hard, he’s too intense. he makes your skin prickle in hot fireworks, the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight with unease. he’s beautifully passionate about everything he lays his eyes on. he lives life to the fullest and all of a sudden, you want that too. he makes you crave domesticity, waking up next to warm umber hands tracing patterns in your skin, cooking breakfast together, a house in tokyo. a wedding band on your finger.

this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

you remember the dulling of gray eyes, and his hunched over figure bathed in the ashy violet rays of the sun setting. you try to hold onto that flavor of green before you swallow it for the last time, saliva and tears welling up, before you press one last kiss on his cheek before stepping out. pastel green fades to emerald fades to black. you can’t taste apples or sumac anymore.

no, as much as you wanted to be, you weren’t built for love.

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lomlwintersoldier · 3 years

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“Mine. Mine to Me.”

Word Count: 1494

A/N: jfc I have missed writing- tfatws has reignited my love for marvel and for Bucky so hopefully I can push out a few more oneshots/drabble/chapters in between classes. Although for the time being, I only want to write stories where Tony, Steve, and Natasha still exist :( as far as I care, endgame didn’t happen.

This one was inspired by the line from the new Jungle book :)

97 days.

That’s how long you’d been on this mission, one long, painfully unbroken stretch of time. 97 days without seeing home or any recognizable face except for Natasha’s. And the days seemed to stretch longer and longer as time went on and at this point, you couldn’t wait to leave.

You’d spend most of the winter in the harsh mountains of Serbia, gathering intel and running supplies to an abandoned factory building that the Avengers hoped to turn into a base. Tony trusted the two of you to shape the compound in his image but, damn, were you tired of it. Thankfully though, you and Natasha were slated to leave today, both of you anxiously waiting to make the journey home.

“You doing okay, Y/N?” Natasha asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You give her a wounded smile, nodding. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just can’t wait to go home.”

“Me neither.” She gives your hand a comforting squeeze as she walks off to check the perimeter, ensuring that the building was still abandoned.

You continue packing up yours and Natasha’s things, although neither of you had brought more than a few changes of clothes and some basic toiletries. HYDRA had taught both of you how to exist on nearly nothing.

Natasha strides back in as you finish cleaning up and you wordlessly hand her her pack.

“Let’s head out,” you state.

She nods and the both of you make the long hike back to the hidden quinjet you’d left 3 months ago. It was about a day's hike from the base because secrecy was of utmost importance to this mission.

You’re quiet for most of the miles you two walk but it’s not uncomfortable. Both you and Natasha didn’t need long conversations which was why the two of you had become so close. Words flowed like a steady stream between you but both of you understood and felt comfortable in silence as well.

By the time you reach the jet hidden in a snowy cave, it’s dusk and you’re wiped. The thin air, gusting winds and snow took a lot out of you.

“8 hours until we’re home, Y/N,” Natasha says, a smile curving her lips and you return her smile.

“I’m sure Bucky missed you as much as you missed him,” she states as if she could read your mind.

Your heart pangs. Goddamn, you’d missed him over these last three months. “I just can’t wait to see him again.”

“I know, hun,” her own words colored with longing. This time, you squeeze her hand.

“Steve missed you too, Nat.”

Her hands clench the joystick and she nods. “I really hope he did.”

You lean back in your chair, trying to breathe and allow yourself to feel excitement at the thought of coming home, but you were far too cautious and pessimistic to believe that nothing would go wrong in the eight hours it would take to get back to New York.

You settle into your seat and try to think only of Bucky. Of his musky, earthy scent and the dark strands of hair that brushed your cheeks every time he kissed you. God, you couldn’t wait to kiss him. Your mind drifts to his lips, plump and soft and your heart jumps as you think of how good it would feel to just feel him in your arms again.

Eventually you drift off into sleep, the dark clouds you’re coasting over not providing enough stimulation for your brain to keep you awake. You don’t know how much time has passed but when you open your eyes again, a sliver of orange glow hangs on the horizon. It’s nearly morning.

“Want me to take over?” You ask, your voice hoarse and cracking from sleep.

Natasha glances over and you can see the weariness in her eyes as she nods and flicks on the autopilot switch. You take her place and she takes yours, falling asleep within seconds.

The sun peeks over billowing clouds as you guide the jet through the sky at speeds normal people could only dream of reaching. Resisting the urge to push the plane faster to reach your destination just a few minutes quicker, you decide to focus on the rising sun.

Finally, after it feels like forever and a day, the New York City skyline begins to poke through the low hanging clouds and you breathe a sigh of relief. So close.

You take the jet past the city, into the countryside of New York where the compound was. Where home rested.

“Nat,” you call out softly, gently raising her from her sleep. “We’re home.”

You exchange excited smiles as both of you see two hulking figures standing on the landing pad, where you guide the plane down. When the wheels touch down you can barely keep yourself from leaping to your feet, but you remember to power the plane down first. Natasha grabs the packs as you unbuckle and you grip each other’s hands when you hit the button to open the doors.

Bright sunlight suddenly burns your eyes and you quickly shut them, squinting through the rays as you make your way down the steps. As your eyes get used to the brightness, his shape begins to form in your eyeline.

He’s wearing a gray t-shirt, proudly showing off the black and gold arm he’d received from Wakanda and your heart swells. He used to feel such embarrassment over his HYDRA given arm and to see him stand there, so stoically, gives you pride.

His face splits into a wide grin as he steps toward you.

“Bucky,” his name falls from your lips in a hushed whisper as he struts over to you. Your own face hurts and you realize it’s because you’re smiling as widely as he is and you lose all composure.

Your legs pick up in a run and he stops, spreading his muscular, sinewy arms, ready to catch you. You seem to hang in space, so close yet so far, you can hardly believe he’s real. But before you know it, your body slams into his, his arms coiling tightly around you as a hearty laugh escapes his chest.

“Hey, dol—“ Your lips crash to his, cutting his words off but you don’t care. You’re drunk on the taste of his love. He returns your kiss, fingers splayed across your back as he gently lowers you to the ground. His hands come up to cup your cheeks, deepening the kiss and you feel his need for you beneath the surface, evidenced by how tightly he’s holding you. He missed you as much as you did.

“God, I missed you so much!” You exclaim against his lips. He pulls back from your lips but keeps his hands cupped around your cheeks. He takes a breath before he responds, savoring the moment as he holds you in his ocean blue gaze before pulling you close again. His head dips into your neck, stubble scratching the tender skin.

“I missed you too, love,” he murmurs against you as you entwine your fingers in his hair, eyes closed into the sun.

It’s rays never felt warmer.

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“So how much did you miss me?” You ask coyly as you gaze into Bucky’s cerulean eyes, fingers twirling lazily in his long locks. His metal hand lightly traces circles on your shoulders as a smirk curves the edge of his lips.

“I thought I just showed you that,” he chuckles, eyes gesturing to your naked body knowingly.

“Yeah....yeah I guess you did,” you laugh as you nuzzle in closer to him.

“I really missed you.” You’ve said the words about a hundred times since you got back, just a few hours ago but it still doesn’t feel real to have him here, so close.

You wrap your leg around his waist, pressing your chest against his and his arms circle around you, as if he’s shielding you from the outside world; it’s just the two of you, no one else but you and him in this bed and in your minds. It’s as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

“I was just counting the days,” he murmurs into your hair. “I was going crazy by the end of it though.”

You chuckle, “you didn’t find anyone to keep you warm while I was gone?”

You ask the question tentatively masked by a joking façade but you fear the answer. The two of you hadn’t had the time to really define the boundaries of your relationship before you’d gone and it was still relatively new. His arms tighten over you.

“Of course not.” He pulls back to look at your face. “You’re mine. Mine to me.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words.

“You’re mine too,” you whisper, leaning forward to kiss his nose. “Mine to me.”

“You’re the only one that has me, baby,” he murmurs. “And you’re the only one I’m ever gonna want.”

A small smile crosses your lips.

Yours. His. Mine.

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qandnoablog · 3 years

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Secrets (Marvel Imagine)

Title: Secrets (Work-In-Progress)

Pairing: Loki x TVA!Reader

Warnings: This is a spin-off based on my previous work Discovered (Marvel Imagine) and the TV series - Loki Please be sure to read my previous work (link below) as well as watch the show before continuing to both understand the story and not be spoiled!

Discovered (Marvel Imagine) - Part: [18], [17], [16], [15], [14], [13], [12], [11], [10], [9], [8], [7], [6], [5], [4], [3], [2], [1] Short story: [3], [2], [1]

Part: 1

Key: Y/N - Your Name Y/A - Your (TVA) Alias

Word Count: - 2,292

Summary: [Y/N] centered her whole life around the TVA. She was born from it, trained by it, and was destined to fight for it. That should have been enough, but for some reason, [Y/N] found it difficult to accept. She just could not conform to the norms, like every other TVA agent around her. It caused her great pain to mold herself into the proper soldier, to ignore the discrepancy she felt surrounded by those who had no issues following nothing but the orders from above. Then, all that began to change. One variant, one being, shattered her very reality. He exposed the deeply rooted secrets of the Authority and his very presence swallowed her up like a storm. Who was this man who proclaimed himself to be a god? How was he so different from all the others the TVA had succeeded in erasing? And why? Why did [Y/N]’s heart stir every time he looked at her, as if peering into her very soul?

Note From Author: I finally got down to watching the Loki series! Binged the whole season in one day, and loved it! It flooded me with new ideas based on the Discovered series I made, and though I’m not sure what path I’ll be taking for this series, please bear with me! I love Loki and Sylvie’s dynamic together in the series, but I desperately wanted to incorporate [Y/N] since before the series even came out. Please don’t hate me too much if I down play their romance to make way for [Y/N]! Maybe there’ll even be a twist... Who knows? ;)

Part 1 - Secrets

The bright tiles of the mosaic glinted dimly as it obscured the intense rays of the sun trickling in from outside.

[Y/N] stared at the windows as she carefully examined the art, trying to look away from the scene that was littered before her. Instead, she focused on the colors of the window, the smell of the burning candles, and the sensation of the cool, natural air that blew in from the distant entrance. She savored the brief feeling of the outside world, before a voice awoke her from her trance.

“It’s him,” Hunter U-92 said in a slightly annoyed tone.

She glanced up at the hunter assigned to the case and slightly frowned. [Y/N] didn’t know why, but she never liked her fellow co-workers. She should have felt a unity with them, given that they were all created by the same being and assigned the same mission. Though she understood that they existed solely for the mission, it was difficult for her to accept that. That was what set her apart from the others.

“Yeah,” another man answered as he crouched down to examine the bodies, “stab wounds look consistent with the others.”

Mobius was one of the few exceptions.

“Positioning of the bodies indicates they didn’t know what the hell hit ‘em,” Mobius continued as he stood up and looked closely at the fallen Minutemen. “And reset charge is gone.”

“That’s the sixth attack in the last week,” Hunter U-92 stated.

“That we know of,” Mobius and [Y/N] replied in unison, though for [Y/N] it was more of a quiet grumbling.

“You know, [Y/A], you didn’t need to come,” Mobius chuckled as [Y/N] sat down carelessly without any regard for the bodies around her.

“And miss out on leaving the office? Not a chance,” [Y/N] countered as she glanced once at the fallen agents and quickly turned away.

[Y/N] wasn’t heartless.

She was saddened by the deaths of others and disliked meaningless slaughter. Though trained as a diligent TVA agent, she was still weak when it came to killing. But she refused to show how much it affected her. The last time she exhibited such emotions… Well, it didn’t end well for her.

“We can’t just leave them!” [Y/N] yelled as she snatched away the reset charge that had been placed on the ground. “If we reset, they’ll be erased with the rest of the timeline! We have to take them back. We have to send them off properly!”

“Stand down, Hunter Z-73. We’re running out of time-”

“No.” [Y/N] held her ground, her heart racing, as her body trembled from this blatant act of insubordination.

She didn’t know why she wasn’t following orders. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t accept something this simple, like all the other Minutemen could. She knew the consequences of failing the mission when a branching timeline was created, so why? Why couldn��t she bear to look at the faces of her fallen TVA? Why couldn’t she just be like everyone else and just do her job?

“Stand. Down.” Her superior warned her one last time, emphasizing each word, as everyone’s eyes looked at her with impatience and distrust.

“Please, just let me take them home.” [Y/N] insisted as she got on her knees as a final plea. “Let them rest at the TVA, where they belong.”

The words sounded strange to her, but she didn’t know why. Still, this one act… Her begging her team… It would seem humiliating, but something within her seemed to have settled. The uneasiness she felt since the moment of her creation, it was finally feeling more at peace. As if the acts she was committing today weren’t crimes against the TVA… As if this all was the right choice. It was the right answer.

[Y/N] had hope in that feeling, and believed that the others would feel the same way. But, reality was colder than hope.

“Apprehend her.”

No one even felt sympathy for her, let alone those of their fallen. Everything was only ever about the mission. Through overwhelming numbers, she was captured and taken to be punished for her sins. Her sins against the ultimate power, the Time Variance Authority.

[Y/N] shut her eyes at the memory, her jaw clenching from the sense of betrayal she felt towards the TVA and from herself. She felt betrayed by her colleagues who should have cared about one of their own. She felt betrayed by her team, who did not understand her nor did they even try. And she felt betrayed by her own emotions, that only ever settled when she was acting outside the strict law of the TVA.

That was her first and last mission with that team.

Since then, she had been grounded for nearly a decade, unable to go outside the TVA and stuck with grunt work. She had to start from the bottom once more, organizing and filing cases, without taking one step out into the timeline. Without so much as feeling the natural sunlight of the world beyond the TVA walls. Like clipping a bird’s wings, she was imprisoned in the system that they were designed to work for.

After possibly centuries of similar punishments, depriving her further of the outside world, her individuality was slowly being chipped away. Now, as she sat inside one of France’s most beautiful cathedrals, [Y/N]’s eyes were dimmer than the light that was obscured by the mosaic windows. Her rebellious spirit had long since broken.

“Hey!”

The shout startled [Y/N] out of her trance, and that was when she realized that it was not just the Minutemen who were here at the church.

Hunter U-92 took out his weapon, ready to spring into action by the stranger’s presence, but Mobius quickly caught his arm, ordering the man to stand down.

“Tsk,” [Y/N] scowled as she stretched from her seat, “All violence and no thought.”

Her mood had plummeted since recalling her first mission.

“It’s just a kid.” Mobius ignored [Y/N]’s remarks, giving [Y/N] a warning look, before turning back towards the child. “(I’m sorry, my friend is an imbecile).”

Mobius tried to sooth the child, speaking in the tongue of their country, but Hunter U-92 quickly shot back.

“Hey, yo! (I speak every language on the timeline too),” he called out, but then muttered under his breath while putting away his weapon, “(Jackass).”

“(Control that mouth of yours),” [Y/N] growled as she rose from her seat with a sharp glare, “(or else I’ll do it for you).”

Then she bounded off towards Mobius, disregarding the pale look that spread across the hunter’s face.

Everyone knew that [Y/N] would never do anything against them due to the authority of the TVA, but she was still feared by many. Out of everyone, she was one of the few that had powers far beyond their own. They assumed only the Timekeepers knew why she had those abilities. And since she was made differently from them, though the judge said otherwise, some were wary about her position in the Timekeepers’ eyes.

[Y/N] stood behind Mobius as he spoke with the young child, even allowing him to hold his TemPad - a very strong tool among the Minutemen - but the child did not have much regarding the incident. The only clue they managed to obtain was candy left behind by the so-called, “devil.”

As she watched his interaction, [Y/N] couldn’t help but reminisce about her past once more.

Mobius… He was one of the few within the TVA who had empathy, like her. He had come to her after her failed mission, and brought her under him when her own team had abandoned her. He understood her to a certain extent, caring for her as if she was a lost lamb amongst lions. Over time, she began to depend on him, even feeling protective over him when his words were disregarded by other agents.

He was the only one that ever stuck their neck out for her. Although he could not go against the TVA, he made exceptions for her any way that he could. Mobius was aware that whenever she was not allowed to go out, she felt suffocated, and was willing to stifle her opinions if it meant just having a taste of that unachievable freedom. Knowing this, he allowed her to tag along on missions that weren’t assigned to her. Nevertheless, he also understood that this only made her longing for an escape that much stronger. Perhaps, that too was hell, but it was the only thing he could grant her.

“Devil bearing gifts.” Mobius mused, shaking her from her thoughts.

“What else is new?” [Y/N] sighed, rubbing her somewhat groggy eyes.

Why was she acting like this? Why was she thinking so much about the past these days? She kept getting the feeling that she was trying to recall something, something she had long forgotten, but all the memories she dredged up were things she never could forget. So what was it? What was she searching for?

Then, the long awaited mission - her trip to the outside world - was wrapping up.

“Set a reset charge,” Hunter U-92 ordered, the words scraping against [Y/N]’s ears.

That often followed with a hasty retreat and the disposal of fellow TVA agents’ bodies. It had been so long, but after digging up those old memories of her first mission, she couldn’t help but feel nauseous with those words. With that tool. With the reset charge.

However, this time, things didn’t end there. A Timedoor was opened and another agent came out holding files in one hand. He glanced at [Y/N] for a brief second, a flash of worry flickering across his face, before he turned back and walked closer to Mobius.

“Sir, there’s something you’ll wanna see.”

Mobius took the files, glancing between the agent and [Y/N] who became curious about the questionable attention towards her, and glanced over his shoulder as he opened the files. A picture of a variant came into view, a stamp stating, “APPREHENDED,” in red letters above some of his printed information. It seemed like any other case, something [Y/N] had seen for what felt like her whole life, but something caught her eye.

The more she looked, the more she couldn’t look away from the picture. It was as if those eyes were drawing her in. But soon, her eyes shifted downward and were once again sucked in by two words.

Loki Laufeyson.

“You lost what-?!” [Y/N] gasped as she trailed behind Mobius as the team hurried down the corridor.

She could barely believe her ears. Mobius, the only TVA agent she would go out of her way to call her friend and also one of the ones who cared most about the TVA’s mission, had lost a variant under his command. [Y/N] wanted to ask more questions, to ask how the variant escaped, and how much trouble Mobius would be in after this incident, but someone was faster.

“Wish I could say I was surprised,” Hunter B-15 sneered as she kept pace with Mobius.

“Yeah, I wish you hadn’t interrupted us,” Mobius responded, a bit irked, while [Y/N] shot daggers at the hunter.

“Me? It’s my fault?” Hunter B-15 just glanced at [Y/N] but she was one of the few agents who were unaffected by her presence. “And why is [Y/A] here? We were ordered not to-”

“Look, he can’t have gotten very far,” Mobius interrupted, shifting his eyes away from [Y/N]’s questioning look.

“There’s a reason [Y/A]’s not supposed to… Fine, she can come, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Hunter B-15 let out a resigned sigh, after getting the message from Mobius’ sharp look, and stopped at the end of the hallway. Then, she turned around to face the other agents and gave out an order. “Split up. Prune on sight.”

“No, no pruning, no resetting,” Mobius countered as he turned back, away from the elevators. “He can still help us!”

[Y/N] hurried behind him, followed by two other armed agents, and held in her plethora of questions. This was a first for her… Mobius was for some reason hiding something, but she didn’t know what or why. Though she had complete faith in the man, she couldn’t shake off the uneasiness she felt.

“Mobius, what’s going on?” [Y/N] asked as they got further from Hunter B-15. Perhaps he couldn’t tell her in front of the hunter. “How did that variant get past you? I heard that that particular variant can be tricky. Is there something I can do to help?”

But despite her beliefs, Mobius didn’t answer her. Instead, he gave orders to the following agents, including herself, and hurried off to find the escaped variant. Not once did he look her straight in the eyes. As if to hide a guilty conscience, he escaped from her like he was running away from a fire.

[Y/N] stood there by herself in the hallway, staring at her friend’s back that got further and further away.

Mobius never kept secrets from her. If something was classified, he would tell her that it was and she would not ask further questions. That was how they always were, so what was different this time? What was he hiding from her? What was so important about this secret that he couldn’t even give her excuses?

You’re ok, right? She wanted to ask before he hurried off, but the look in his eyes made her swallow down her words.

Her uneasiness began to fester and grow.

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Author’s Note: This was fun to make and so was part 2! It’s still a work-in-progress but I have to admit, I’m pretty proud with how part 2 is shaping up. Please continue to stick around and look forward to the next part!

Thank you so much for reading and feel free to leave comments :)

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