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riptideripley · 11 months

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His Queen

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Summary:You were special to Miguel,everyone knew it. But tonight he wanted to prove how special you are to him.

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“Oh my lord (your name) your new suit is so pretty” Jessica told you making you smile. “Thanks Jess,I designed it myself actually.” “You need to become a suit designer here,after I seen what you did for Pav I was intrigued” you giggled at her comment and gave her a hug. “Well I’m gonna go check on Miguel,also don’t forget to give me baby updates!” you reminded her and she nodded,watching you walk away to your husband’s office.

You and Miguel had only been married for 3 months,he recruited you a year ago after seeing your intense powers and skills. Your story was similar to everyone else,bitten by a spider and all that. But what made you different from some was your similar powers to Miguel. You also had claws like him which confused people but nonetheless they enjoyed having your help fighting. You stepped into his office and since he doesn’t have a spider sense like you,it was easy to creep up on him.

You crept up and jumped on his back,making him tense up but relax when he realized it was you. “Hi mi amor” “Hi loveeee” you responded planting a kiss on his cheek. “How’s work going?” you asked climbing onto his thigh and relaxing. “It’s going well,almost finished so we can go on our date” he said smiling and kissing the top of your head. He had been working hard all week to make sure he took you on a date to the new Mexican restaurant near his apartment,since you were super excited about it. Just then you heard Hobie’s voice appear,”Oh my god you lovebirds,but uh Pavi needs help with his suit again.” he spoke making you mentally roll your eyes. You got up off your husband’s thigh and kissed his forehead,following Hobie to find Pavi.

You finished with stitching up a hole on the side of Pavitr’s suit,making sure it was stitched correctly. “Alright there you go! Now be more careful.” “Yes ma’am I will!” “And tell your girlfriend I said hi” you told him as he smiled,going on about his day. You did your signature handshake with Hobie before heading home to your shared apartment with Miguel,seeing a pretty navy blue dress on the bed with a note. ‘Put this on and meet me in my office’ read the note,you placed it down and went to the bathroom to shower. Once showered and moisturized,you slipped on a black lace matching set knowing it was his favorite. You slipped on the dress and immediately fell in love with it,the way it hugged your curves and all the other right places. He has good taste in clothing.

You went to your husband’s office and saw him there in a dark navy blue suit,something you never saw him in before. It’s not often that he dresses up but when he does,you love it. The way the suit hugged his muscles,the pants tight around his print. You snapped out of your thoughts when he pulled you into a warm embrace,making you smile. “Estas lista para ir querida?”(Are you ready to go dear) he asked you,kissing your forehead. You nodded and smiled when he took your hand,walking you out of his office and to the restaurant.

_After dinner_

You two were heading back home and you could tell there was some tension between you two. The entire dinner he had been staring at your figure,constantly trailing down to your breasts and rubbing your thighs. As soon as you two stepped into the apartment,he was kissing all over you. He carried you to the bedroom,laying you on the bed as he ripped the dress off you. He began gently biting your thighs,not wanting to pierce your skin due to his venomous bite,slowly creeping up to your clit. You shivered and whimpered as he blew cool air onto your sensitive clit,soon licking at it. He began sucking your clit,using his fingers to spread your folds open. “O-Oh my god Miguel-“ “Not my name muñeca” he whispered. You whined when he stopped,watching him take his clothes off. “Shit Miguel it’s too-“ “You can take it I promise baby” he reassured you. ‘ain’t no way he’s serious right now..that thing is almost 14 inc-‘ you were snapped out of your thought to him pushing the tip in your aching hole,making you immediately bit onto the pillow next to you. He chuckled at your actions and pushed all 13 and a half inches inside of you. You screamed in the pillow as he moved slightly,not wanting to move that much so you could adjust since it was your first time with him. “¿Puedo mover el amor?”(Can I move love?) he asked before moving any further. You nodded and he started off with slow strokes,which resulted in soft moans from you. He wanted more so he started picking up his pace,making you automatically arch letting out a loud moan. “S-shit Miguel!” you squealed,feeling his webs tie your hands above your head as he lifted both your legs onto his shoulder. Your eyes rolled back feeling overwhelmed with pleasure,his thrusts getting deeper and harder. “Mantén tus ojos abiertos para mí amor”(keep your eyes open for me love) he whispered in your ear slightly grunting at the end. Your eyes fluttered open as you looked at him the best you could,his hand trailing down to your clit rubbing it ever so slightly causing you to shiver a little. He continued his movements,sending shock waves of pleasure through your body,as he enjoyed the sight of you losing yourself in pleasure. You turned your focus back on him when you heard a slight whimper from his lips,sensing his orgasm. You decided to tease him a bit by moving yourself up back and forth making you move on his dick. “S-shit mi amor..” he whispered softly,throwing his head back as you smiled continuing your actions but speeding up,matching his rhythm and pace. You felt your orgasm approaching,making you roll your eyes back as you let out nothing but whimpers and moans. “Just like that..fuck-“ you heard him mumbled out but before you could say anything your orgasm hit you hard. You let out the loudest moan known to mankind but soon felt spurts of cum inside of you,loads of it.

Miguel panted as he got you out of his webs and gently removed himself from you,laying next to you. “I-I love you Miguel” “Te amo mi reina(i love you my queen)” he whispered back softly,pulling you onto his chest as you two drifted of into a deep sleep.

#miguel spiderverse #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #spiderman atsv #atsv miguel

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footprintsinthesxnd · 5 months

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Good Girl

So this has been the long awaited ‘Kinky Ron’ fic requested by @ronsparky which sparked the whole creation of the discord chat with @malarkgirlypop. It is finally here and will most likely be in two parts of people want to see what happens. I’m sorry this fic took so long Jess but I hope you like it. Warnings: sexual images, swearing, Winters being awkward, kinky Ron, themes of war

Bastogne had been cold but Haguenau wasn’t much better. The wind bit fiercely at her face, freezing the tip of her nose and chapping her lips as she marched, head down, hands balled into fists. She couldn’t believe it. How was it when something went wrong it always seemed to be her damn fault? It’s not like Easy was her company, she was just a Corporal for Christ's sake but for some reason known only to God, Ronald Speirs had it in for her and regardless of the situation he would call her for a little chat.

Her boots sounded loudly up the corridor, snow and mud flaking off on the rotten wooden floor. First Sergeant Lipton greeted her with a small smile from beneath his mountain of blankets, his voice weak and shaky as he told her to take a seat.

“Just stay calm, Y/n. I’m sure it’s not as bad as it seems.

“That’s easy for you to say, Sir,” Y/n reminded him of the last time Speirs had called her to his office and Lipton had nearly lost his head to a flying plate.

Heavy footfall from the left caused Y/n to stand, her hand swiftly saluting the three offices as they entered the room. Winters and Nixon nodded at her before heading out, still deep in their conversation and leaving her with Speirs who looked as though he was about to blow his top.

“Y/l/n, with me. NOW!” Y/n trailed along like a dejected puppy, her head hanging low as she waited for the onslaught that was to come. Speirs slammed the heavy, oak door behind her but she didn’t jump. This exact situation had happened enough times that it barely phased her anymore.

“Corporal, why do you think I’ve called you here?” Speirs asked, leaning against the desk in the centre of the room. He had his overcoat off and the sleeves of his jumper rolled up, revealing the bulging veins of his arms as he glared at her.

“No, Sir,” Y/n replied innocently and she noticed the very subtle change in his eyes. She was in for it now.

“Well funny enough I didn’t expect to find one of the finest medics in the company having a snowball fight with some of the replacements. We’re in a war zone for fuck sake. You’ve been through Bastogne, I’d have thought you could have been trusted, could have been relied on but…”

“Sir, it was just for a few minutes. We were back from the line by our billet. The boys are homesick, Sir.”

“HOMESICK. FUCKING HOMESICK! How long has it been since you’ve seen home, Corporal,” he demanded, his eyes wild and his jaw shaking with the effort to not explode.

“Nearly two years, Sir,” she muttered, toeing her boot into the floor.

“And how long has it been for them? Two weeks? If anyone should be homesick it’s us. The Toccoa men. The men who have been through hell and back and are still fighting. I rely on you to set a good example and if I can’t trust a medic. Well, who the hell can I trust?”

Y/n picked at the cuff of her frayed uniform, “will that be all, Sir?”

“Yes, you may go.”

Y/n saluted the Lieutenant before heading to the door, she was pulling it closed behind her when Speirs spoke. “Do you want a drink?”

“I’m sorry, Sir?” Y/n raised an eyebrow as she peaked around the edge of the door.

“A drink? I managed to find some half-decent whiskey that Captain Nixon had yet to drink. Would you like a glass?”

Y/n wasn’t sure what to say, she wanted to get the hell away from his harsh glare as soon as possible but she was also curious. Why did he suddenly want to have a drink with her? For all Y/n knew he couldn’t stand the sight of her.

“Ummm, alright. Thank you, Sir.”

Y/n took a seat on the dark, leather sofa to the left of the desk, cautiously on the edge in case she was mistaken and needed to make a run from an angry Lieutenant.

“Here,” Speirs hesitantly passed her a glass of the amber liquid and she took it gratefully, the alcohol burning her throat pleasantly as it slipped down. She hadn’t had good alcohol since the celebration when Easy received their jump wings. The rest of the time it had been lukewarm, foamy beer.

“So, how are you holding up?” Speirs watched her from afar, his dark eyes boring into her as he waited.

“I’m fine. Thank you, Sir.” How else was she supposed to reply? She couldn’t exactly tell him how much she hated the God-awful hell hole and could wait to be back somewhere that was warm and allowed her to feel her limbs once more.

“Good. That’s good.” Speirs swirled the orange liquid around his glass, having not taken a drink yet and instead glared at the liquid as if someone gave him a sour aftertaste without consuming it.

“Sir, is there something you wanted to discuss?” Y/n wanted answers, there were only so many times she could avoid his eye contact and swallow nervously.

“Not especially. I just… wanted some company.” Speirs admitted, turning to look out of the window onto the deserted streets below. Y/n sat very still, her eyes tracing over his frame, strong shoulders tensed, large hands leaning splayed against the window frame.

“I can feel you watching me,” Speirs spoke in a hushed tone but Y/n knew he heard her small intake of breath. “I always know when you're watching me.”

“Sir, I…”

“Don’t deny it. I watch you too, you know. I watch when you stock supplies, I watch you when you throw back your head and your eyes crease as you laugh. I watch you more than you realise.”

By this point, Speirs had turned to face her and Y/n didn’t know whether to be flattered or terrified as the lieutenant approached her.

“Sir?” Y/n couldn’t help the unsteadiness of her voice and her eyes grew wider as he knelt before her, his hands tracing up her thigh.

“We can’t deny ourselves of human touch, Corporal. Desires of the flesh”

“Lieutenant Speirs…Sir… I,” Y/n gasped as his hand slipped up further under her jacket, fumbling with the belt that secured her trousers. With his body hovering over her, Y/n couldn’t remember how to breathe, the air entered her lungs in short, sharp gasps as she felt his fingers travelling along the soft flesh of her stomach.

“Please,” she whispered, feeling completely pathetic but no longer able to care. “Please just touch me.”

“Oh Darling, I thought you’d never ask.”

Y/n wasn’t sure what happened next, the order of events was a blur but soon enough she was moaning into Ron’s neck, her hips rolling in time with the rhythm of his fingers against her clit. She withered beneath him, nails wracking down his clothed back but Ron didn’t seem to notice. The knot in Y/n’s stomach was tightening and she could feel her thighs beginning to shake with the effort of controlling herself from reeling off a string of profanities when the door flung open.

“Speirs, could you…” Lieutenant Winters stood frozen in the doorway, the apple in his hand long forgotten and his cheeks blushed the colour of the hair on his head. He gulped and Y/n felt herself trying to clamp her legs shut and move away from Ron but the grip he had on her hips was firm and unwavering.

“Yes, Major Winters?” Speirs asked as if he wasn’t seconds away from giving Y/n the orgasm of her life.

“I’ll come back at another time,” Winters shook his head avoiding eye contact with Y/n and pulling the door closed softly behind him. Y/n felt herself let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding and glared up at Ron who was just smiling smugly at her.

“Ron, I swear to God…”

“Now, now or I’ll forget to play nice,” Ron winked at her and Y/n thought she could fall apart just from that one action. Her mouth snapped shut and Ron snickered, “That’s what I thought. Good girl.”

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louloulemons-posts · 8 months

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Oil At The Coffee Shop XII

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie and Reader go on a date.

Word Count : 2k

Warnings : not proofread, FLUFFFFFFF, it’s sickeningly sweet, talks about eddies mom, cute uncle wayne, some swears.

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You loved him. Shit you loved him. You and Eddie had been officially dating for just over a month now. The month of December rolling around a lot quicker than you hoped.

The first snow had fallen a few days back and people slid down the street to hide in the warmth of your shop. You’d never made so much hot cocoa in your life.

Christmas shopping was also something you had been struggling with, what do you buy for Eddie? You’d give him the whole world if you could. Sadly that was unrealistic.

You saw him almost every day now, and you loved that company. You saw him most days before you started dating, but this was another level, it’s like your heart hurt when he wasn’t around.

You had decided you’d head home for a few days, shutting the shop on December 23rd and opening back up on January 2nd. It was almost two weeks, but in all honesty you needed the break.

Your regulars had already been informed and happily smiled and said they’d miss the good company. Nobody was mad, like you’d worried they would be.

“Hey, you okay?” Max asked.

“Oh yeah Honey I’m fine, just lost in thought. What do you need?”

“I was just wondering if I could take a break, I know I’ve had my lunch it’s just the cold and my legs-“ she rambled.

“Max,” you placed a hand on her shoulder, “It’s okay, go rest. I’ll drive you home tonight, the both of you.”

She smiled at you, going to rest her knees for a little while. You knew it was bad, she hated asking for anything, so if she had too - god that poor girl.

Walking to the counter, you smiled at El as she served someone, wishing them a good day. “Everything okay out here?”

“Mhm, it’s been a bit slow today.”

“Well it’s cold out, and people love the snow.”

“Not me, well it’s pretty but I’d prefer to be inside and wrapped in a blanket.” You laughed, looking around the shop, it was only half an hour until closing time. “You know what, let’s close up. I can’t see us getting anymore customers today.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it’s a snow day. Max isn’t feeling great. No point wasting power. Let’s get you two home.”

You and El cleaned up as quickly as you could, she was right it’d been slow today, but that was okay. “What are you guys doing?” Max asked, limping slightly.

“Cleaning, now you Honey, sit,” you said, helping her on to a comfy couch, lifting her legs so she could rest fully. There wasn’t much mess so you were out in 30 minutes time.

“Come on then, let’s get you home.” The pair climbed into the car and you went on your way. It wasn’t a long drive to the two girls homes, you helped Max out of the car and spoke to her mother briefly.

She was unwell herself at one point, but Max said as soon as she was hurt she stepped up. Got better, took care of her, not the other way round.

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Driving through town you smiled when you destination came into sight. Munsons Mechanics. Parking up and climbing out, Wayne greeted you.

“Hey Honey! How’s it going?” he smiled.

“Good thank you Wayne, is Eds around?”

“Just doing some paperwork up in the office.”

“Do you mind if I?”

“Oh course not Honey, you go straight through. Come visit again soon.”

“Only if you make me sweet tea,” you teased. “You got it.”

Making your way to the office, your knuckles tapped on the door a couple times. “Come in,” Eddie called. Walking in you smiled at the sight, Eddies overalls were tied around his waist. His thick curls pulled back in bun - a hairstyle that you’d come to adore.

There were bits of oil on his face and hands which made you chuckle. “You busy?” you asked, as he hadn’t looked up. His face was covered with a grin at that point, “Well hello.”

“Hi there.” Eddie pushed himself up and walked to you, hands coming to rest on your waist. “Are you alright Swe-hmph,” you cut him off, connecting your lips to his.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him closer, you took control of the kiss, leaving Eddie speechless. “What time do you get off?” you asked, almost a whisper.

“Uh … umm,” he looked down at his watch, face flushing, “anytime now, just have to finish this paperwork for a client, why?”

“Did you want to go out, like a date?”

“You’re asking me out?” he smirked.

“Yes I am Mr Munson, so what do you say? Go on a date with me?”

“Course, can I clean up first?”

“Mhm, there’s no rush.” You kissed his cheek and went to chat with Wayne whilst Eddie finished up the paperwork.

Soon enough he had run down the stairs to meet you, finding you laughing with Wayne. “You stealing my girl old man?” he joked.

“Oh hush,” his uncle rolled his eyes.

“You ready?” you asked Eddie.

“Whenever you are.”

“Wayne you coming home now?”

“Nah, going for a drink with Phil. I’ll be home later, you?”

“Not sure yet, but I’ll call.”

“Okay son, you kids have fun.” You kissed the older man on the cheek, taking Eddies hand and walking to your car.

“So do I get to know what this date is?” he asked. “Nope,” you popped the ‘p’, smirking at him. “Oh you tease.”

“Says you.”

“We both know you love my teasing.”

You face flushed at that, you both loved and hated it at times and Eddie was very well aware of that. The pair of you headed in to the trailer, Eddie running to wash up and you lay on his bed.

You hadn’t even realised how relax you were until Eddies voice woke you up, “You comfy there Sweetheart?”

“Mhm, we should spend some nights here, it’s so soft.”

“If you want to do that we can,” he leant down to peck your cheek whilst your eyes were still closed.

Peaking a look at your boyfriend, you watched as he climbed out of his overalls, and slid off his shirt. “Hey!” he called out as he saw your peeking eyes. He threw the shirt in your face making you giggle.

“I wasn’t doing anything!”

“Of course you weren’t.”

“What can I say, it’s a nice view.”

“You dirty little thing.” You simply shrugged, not denying it, he was beautiful. You could look at him for hours.

“Come on you, let’s go,” Eddie pulled you up from the bed, pecking your lips, leading you out of the trailer. “Sooo can you tell me where we’re going?”

“Not a chance.”

“Aww why not?” Eddie whined.

“Because it’s a surprise,” you laughed at his pouting face. “You’re horrible to me.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night.”

“Watch it,” he growled.

“Sorry sorry.”

“Mhm, little tease.”

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The drive didn’t take too long, and Eddie became more and more confused. You’d had to drive out of the main town, coming across a whole bunch of other cars and people who all looked very excited.

“Am I getting initiated into a cult? I know people think I’m already in one, but I don’t know if I want to make it the truth,” he said.

“Oh shush, just trust me.”

Parking up you leaned over and pecked his cheek, “Let’s go,” you smiled.

“It’s a good thing I like you so much,” he sighed. “Come on Munson, let’s go!”

“Yeah I’m coming,” he laughed at your eagerness. Going to your trunk you pulled out a black scarf, hanging it around the boys next. “Uh what’s this for?”

“Keep you warm, you really need a winter coat.”

“I have one.”

“A leather jacket doesn’t count.”

“I don’t get cold.”

“Mhm sure, tell your icy cold feet that at 3am.”

“I said sorry!”

“I know I know. Now come on.”

Your gloved hands held his bare ones and you dragged him in the direction that the other people left. The further you walked the more fairy lights were hung up in the trees.

Soon enough Eddie could see what you were here to do. He breathed out, “Ice skating.”

“Yeah, well you mentioned it and then a lady at the shop said her granddaughter was coming here with her friends.”

The curly haired man smiled at you, leaning down and pecking your lips. “Good surprise?”

“Great surprise. I did tell you I haven’t done this in years though so I doubt I’ll be much good.”

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“Tell me about your mom,” you whispered, lay on Eddies bare chest, drawing patterns on his skin. “She was wonderful, kind, beautiful.

“She really loved me, put people above herself even when she got sick. She was the one who encouraged me to play guitar, made me fall in love with Lord of The Rings. She made me who I am.”

“She sounds lovely.”

“She was. You know when the lake by our old house used to get cold enough it’d freeze over. She used to take me out skating, we’d spend all day out there. It’s one of my best memories with her, just sliding around and laughing.

“I miss her.” You kissed his chest, leaning up to look at his face. “She’d be so proud of the man you’ve become, so proud of how strong and kind you are.”

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“I’ve never been, so let’s hope we go home in one piece,” you laughed. The pair of you walked hand in hand to grab skates, handing over your shoes and taking a number so you could take them back later.

Sat on a bench Eddie knelt down to help you with your laces, “There we go,” he said, squeezing your ankle, lovingly. “You ready gorgeous?”

“Let’s go Sweetheart.”

Hand in hand you went to the ice, sliding on, the feeling underneath your feet wasn’t what you’d expected. Eddie seemed to get the hand of it quickly, “I thought you said you hadn’t done this in years!”

“What can I say Sweetheart I’m a natural,” he laughed, taking both of your hands and leading you on the ice. People were here with their families, friends, all smiling, even those who’d slipped over.

You slowly became more confident, allowing Eddie to let go of one of your hands. “There you go Sweetheart, you’re a pro!” he praised, the pair of you gaining some speed.

A younger couple were doing some tricks in the middle of the ice, spinning quickly, dancing together. “We should try,” Eddie motioned to them.

“No no no,” you laughed.

“Why not?”

“Eddie come on.” He gave you a grin, reaching out for you, but you were too quick. Skating away from him, squealing as you went with Eddie close behind.

Sadly you weren’t great at skating so couldn’t get far, before he wrapped his arm around you waist. Unluckily for Eddie he lost his footing, making him slip onto his ass. You following straight behind.

Pushing up off him, you made eye contact, the pair of you bursting into a laughter that came from your stomach. Smiling, covered with a rosy flush, Eddie reached out for your face.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he spoke, so gently, you barely heard him. “Eds-”

“I love you.”

Your eyes went wide, “W-what?” you stuttered. “I shouldn’t have said that I’m sorry,” he said quickly, as if he hasn’t meant to say the previous ones. “No no! Please don’t apologise. Do you um .. do you mean it?”

“Do I mean it?” he scoffed, “Sweetheart I’ve been in love with you since I first saw you, I was so scared of it I tried to push you away!”

“You love me,” you smiled.

“I do, I love you.”

“I love you too Eddie.”

You lips brushed against one another, giving each other sweet but passionate kisses. “As much as I love you Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure my ass is freezing to the ice.”

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A/N : this genuinely may be my favourite part of this whole fic, it just made my heart so happy 🫶🏻

Thank you so much for reading 🤍

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beenbaanbuun · 2 years

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Work of Art - Jeon Jungkook

Words - 4.6k

Genre - smut

Warning(s) - tattoo artist! reader, customer!jk, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (use a condom), begging (if you squint), pet names, just plain old fluffy sex

You sat back in your office chair, thankful that it reclined back a little. ‘Stressed’ was too light of a word to describe how you feeling, your entire head filled with cotton wool as you sat with an empty Procreate page open. It had been that way for a few hours, each and every line that you drew getting erased after only a few minutes of it being on the page. Who knew being a tattoo artist would give you such a headache.

“You taking a break?” Jimin spoke from the doorway, stopping to lean against the wooden frame once he’d noticed your pathetic form. Your groans of frustration blended in pretty well with the permanent buzz of the shop, but your coworker could recognise your sounds of annoyance anywhere.

“I have my client coming in, in,” You stopped to check the clock on the wall, groaning once more when you saw the time, “about 2 hours.” A deep sigh left you as you sat up straight once more, eyes focussing on the blank screen in front of you once more.

Jimin’s soft laugh tinkled through the room as he moved closer to you. At least someone was having a good time.

“You left it this late to draw up a design?” He plopped himself down on the bed, careful not to spill any of his coffee onto the soft, black leather beneath him. “I knew you were bad at time management but this takes the biscuit.”

He was right, of course. Not about you leaving the design until two hours before the appointment, but about how bad you were at keeping on top of things. It’s not that you’d forgotten about the tattoo you were doing today, you just didn’t do it. Part of you thought it’d be easy enough to draw a ‘traditional Korean dragon’, as per your client’s request, but it was proving to be more difficult than you expected.

And it's not that you didn't have any ideas either. Quite the opposite actually, your mind racing with so many different thoughts that you could barely keep track of any of them long enough to put something onto paper. Of course, you could’ve just looked something up and done something similar to that, but your clients came to you because you were different. You always did things in your own way, incorporating little details that made it obvious that it was you who’d done it.��

“I thought it’d be easy, but it isn’t.” Your pen hovered over the tablet, not once touching the screen that you were desperately staring at, seemingly trying to magic an image onto the page.

“Have you tattooed them before?”

“It's Jungkook.” Jimin nodded as if that answered his question perfectly, which it did.

Jungkook was your longest and most supportive client. Since discovering you a year ago, you were the person he went to see for all of his tattoos. He liked your work, and how intricate and beautiful your designs were, not to mention the little personal touches you added. Your work ethic was something he admired too; you had fun with your clients, trying your hardest to make them feel as comfortable as possible whilst still maintaining enough professionalism to remind your clients that you weren’t a friend, but rather someone offering them a service.

But most of all, he liked you. He liked the sound of your voice, soothing and quiet as you conversed with him, witty remarks spilling from your mouth every so often. You spoke with about as much eloquence as a pre-schooler, but you still found a way to engage every single person that sat in that chair. Somehow, you seemed to distract people from your lack of linguistic skill, and to Jungkook, that was something beautiful.

“Oh, you mean lover boy?” You thanked God you were facing away from your friend because you were positive he would’ve teased you for the vibrant red colour your face had turned. “Didn’t he come in over a week ago?”

“Well, yeah…”

“So you’re telling me you’ve had all weak to do this and you’re starting now?”

“Technically I started this morning,” It wasn’t a lie. You’d gone into work three hours earlier than you said you would. Safe to say Yoongi, the snarky receptionist that usually sat playing solitaire on his laptop all day, was shocked when you showed up on your morning off. Especially since it had always been your philosophy that time off was for sleeping, eating and watching shitty Netflix movies. “My head is just… empty.”

“So no change then?”

“Shut your mouth.”

Jimin left soon after that, giving you space to panic. And panic you did. Your brain was turning over even quicker than it was before, each idea disappearing before you could draw more than a few lines. You felt like screaming, but the parlour was quiet and the last thing you wanted to do was disturb Namjoon, who was a few hours into a long session. There’d be hell to pay if you made him jump and mess up his work, something that he took such great pride in.

Instead of screaming, you simply let your body lean forwards, your head slamming into the desk with force. The bang was loud, but not quite as loud as the cry of anguish you truly wanted to let out, so it was a win in your eyes. It hurt too, which helped still your thoughts for a second or two. A few curses slipped out as your eyes flooded with tears of pain, blurring your vision before they fell and landed on the tabletop.

Why couldn’t you think? You’d tattooed Jungkook plenty of times before. You knew what he liked and what he was looking for, so realistically, this shouldn’t have been a difficult task. And the last thing you wanted to do was push the appointment back. You didn’t have a time slot available for a while, and making Jungkook wait wasn’t ideal. Jimin would argue that you just wanted to see him because of your ‘schoolgirl crush’ that you had on him (you couldn't deny the truth at this point, everyone could see it) but you just felt bad for the guy. He seemed so excited about getting it done.

With the thought of disappointing your most faithful client, you picked yourself up, massaged your sore forehead a little, and held your pen once more. The premature guilt that had set in seemed to clear your head a little, allowing you to sort through the designs that were flashing through your brain. For the first time that day, you actually managed to get some lines down onto the open canvas in front of you and you felt a wave of relief leave you as the dragon began to take shape before your eyes.

Just in time, you praised yourself as the door to the shop opened and in walked Jeon Jungkook, fifteen minutes earlier than your agreed time.

You didn’t turn to look at him through your open door, choosing instead to focus on adding the final touches to the drawing. It was pretty much complete, but you wanted to fight off the inevitable blush for as long as possible. Even just hearing him talk to Yoongi from across the building was enough to make your face feel a little hot.

With one final laugh at something Yoongi had said, he said a quick ‘thank you’ to your receptionist and began to make his way over to you. A wide grin sat on his face once he spotted you in your chair, slouched over your iPad, pen resting between your teeth as you studied what he assumed to be his dragon. He couldn't see it fully from where he was, but he already knew he was going to love it. He always did love your art and he especially loved the way it looked on his body.

“Hey, Cutie,” He spoke as he walked into the room and shut the door behind him, alerting you of his presence. His smooth voice made you tense up, your shoulders suddenly going stiff as your heart rate sped up. You definitely made the right decision to face away from the door, taking a second to breathe before spinning around to face him.

Immediately as you did, you regretted it. It was like you were seeing him for the first time every time your eyes locked with his, the same spark rushing through your body as his baby face lit up in glee. Usually, you tried to avoid his eyes. They were wide and beautiful and full of love; a perfect distraction from the rest of his body that was so well built that you were sure he could crush you without even trying. Not that that was something you’d particularly mind…

“Hi, Kookie,” You wore a small smile as you spoke, desperate to keep your attraction for him a secret. “I didn’t think you’d be here for another fifteen minutes.”

“Jimin messaged me. Told me you seemed stressed.” That was new. As far as you knew, Jimin had only met Jungkook a few times. It was usually when you were busy leant over his thick bicep, your tattoo gun placed between your fingers as you traced your intricate drawings onto his perfectly smooth, honey skin.

“I didn’t realise you two were close.”

“Oh, we’re not,” He chuckled out, taking his place on the bed across from you. “He asked for my number last time I was here but he only ever seems to talk to me about you. I think he's trying to set us up.”

That little shit. You made a mental reminder to give him a piece of your mind when you two were next alone.

“Sounds like Jimin,” You said through gritted teeth, trying your hardest to hide your annoyance. “He means well.”

“I don’t mind it, y’know,” Jungkook said, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. His piercing glistened in the light as his tongue flicked against it. It was pretty. “It's nice to have a wingman.”

You let out a cough, choking a little at his shameless flirting. Sure, it wasn’t rare for him to try his hardest to make you flustered, but it was the first time he’d been so forward. It was the first time he’d ever given any indication of actually being attracted to you. You soon calmed yourself down though, convincing yourself that it was something that he said to every woman he came across.

“Jimin would be a piss-poor wingman if you ask me,” You tried to sound confident, although the slight shudder in your voice gave you away. “I reckon I’d be better at finding you a girlfriend.”

“He’s not that bad actually. He knows my type, after all.” He shot you a wink, making your poor, overworked heart beat even faster than it was beforehand.

“Your type?” Your voice was hushed, shaking a little as he stared you down. How was it that he could make you so weak so quickly? All he had to do was compliment you a little and suddenly you were a puddle at his feet, ready for him to do whatever he pleased to you.

“You know I thought you would’ve picked up on it by now, dummy.” He was leaning forwards now with his elbows placed on his knees. Knees that were spread to each side, the gap between them tempting you. It seemed like it’d be comfortable to sit between his thighs, cock snugly inside of you as he wrapped you in his strong arms. Fuck, you needed to get your mind out of the gutter.

“Your tattoo,” You sounded so feeble, even to your own ears. God, you were pathetic, desperately thirsting over your own client who was innocently sitting there. Well, innocent was a stretch, but still. The poor man had no idea of the thoughts running through your mind, and you couldn't help but feel guilty. “I need to show you the design.”

You went to turn around and grab your tablet to show him, but before you could, you felt his hand on your arm. His grip wasn't tight, as such, but it was firm, stopping you in your place. He’d touched your arm before, accidental nudges here and there, even a gentle stroke on a few occasions, but never anything like this. He’d never grabbed you before.

“Slow down, hot stuff,” His words were barely above a whisper, “Just take a minute. Think about what I’m telling you, yeah?” You were pleased that the door was closed because if anyone heard the whimper that came out of your mouth, you’d never escape the relentless teasing. Instead, only Jungkook heard it, the sound making his hardening dick twitch in his pants.

“I- I don't know what you’re telling me, Jungkook.”

“Yes you do, dummy,” He laughed, bringing a hand up to softly take hold of your face. “You’re smarter than this. I know you are.”

Yes, you were. You knew you were smart, but something about him just made your brain stand still. In that moment, not a single thought ran through your head that wasn't about how much you wanted him to fuck you on the tattoo chair. You could only imagine how he’d look above you, tatted biceps rippling as he propped himself up above your body. There was something about the fact that most of the art on his body was yours that turned you on even more. You weren’t territorial by any means, but the thought of his body being permanently marked by you made you so unbelievably wet.

You let yourself focus on his face for a second. His eyes were still glittering like they usually did, although something different rested beneath the surface. Something darker, more dangerous than you were used to. His right eyebrow was slightly cocked curiously. You’d never really taken much notice of his eyebrow piercing before, always preferring ink to metal, but you had to admit it was hot. Not as hot as the ring that sat on his lip though. You wondered how it felt against your tongue. Would the metal still be cold, or would his mouth have warmed it up a little?

“I think you’re beautiful.” It was out of the blue, but you couldn't hold your thoughts in for much longer. He was stunning. Probably the most perfect individual you’d ever had the pleasure to lay your eyes on. He let out a little laugh, his lips parting to show you his bunny smile. Cute, you thought as you smiled back at him.

“I think you’re beautiful too,” He leaned in a little and it made you wonder how you hadn’t noticed him dragging your chair closer. You guessed the wheels probably helped. “I think you’re probably the most beautiful person I’ve ever looked at, actually.”

“You’re a liar.” You giggled out.

“Am not.”

He closed the gap between the two of you, connecting his lips to yours. A spark immediately passed the two of you as he slowly moved his lips against yours and everything suddenly fell into place. It was everything you’d ever dreamed of and more. Not like those quick, desperate kisses that you received from strangers during one-night-stands. No, this was not like those at all.

It felt like warm honey, so sweet and soft and comforting, moving against you with such ease. Even when he pressed his tongue into your open mouth, you welcomed it, like a cool breeze on a warm summer day. Something about it felt so natural and you realised that his mouth belonged on yours, just as much as you belonged to him.

You sighed into the kiss as you stood, not once pulling away from him. He knew what you wanted, placing his large hands on your hips and pulling you down onto his lap. Underneath you, his thighs were still spread, forcing you to straddle only one of them. You didn't mind though, the thick muscle offering you something to grind against.

It felt perfect, slotting between your legs like it was meant to be there. Even before you started moving, you were holding back a moan. The bastard had started to flex the muscle sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. A loud moan escaped you, only to be silenced by the kiss that the two of you seemed to be trapped within. At least the others wouldn’t be able to hear you.

His hands remained on your hips. They hugged your sides perfectly as he began to rock you back and forth against him. The sensation was not unfamiliar, but it felt different when he gave it to you. It meant something more. This wasn't a mindless fuck, after all. This was the man you’d been pining after ever since he showed up on your chair and flashed his sweet little smile at you. Somewhere in the back of your mind was a voice telling you that you didn't mean the same to him, but you weren't sure you cared.

“Not enough,” You whispered as you pulled away, desperation evident in your voice. “Need more, Kookie.”

“Take your jeans off, then,” He panted out. “Take them off and then come sit down with me.”

You stood up immediately, your fingers going straight to the button. They fumbled for a second, but Jungkook soon caught your hand in his, stilling them as he undid the button himself. The smirk on his face as he looked up at you was sinful, but you loved it.

“Does my cute little angel need me to strip her?” Yes, you absolutely did need him to strip you. You nodded your head wildly, practically begging him to pull your trousers off of you. “Well, then she needs to tell me that, doesn't she.”

Jungkook took his hands away from you, watching as your face fell. A deep chuckle left him. He got some kind of enjoyment out of the heartbroken look on your face, not that he ever wanted to actually break your heart. You were too pretty for that.

“Jungkook, please.”

“Please what?”

You shot a glare at him.

“Please take my clothes off.”

“Since you asked so politely.”

He did as you asked, hands immediately going back to the waist of your jeans and gripping onto the rough denim. As he pulled them down, his eyes locked onto your thighs. Soft, smooth skin stretched over your flesh. They were a little thick, just as he liked them, and he couldn't help but imagine what they’d look like in a pair of white thigh-high socks.

How he’d love to dress you up and make you look oh-so-pretty for him. White would suit you, he thought. In his mind, he saw a little tennis skirt, too short to cover anything. That wouldn’t matter though. He’d be the only person that saw you like that. Your top would be short, barely covering your perfect tits. No bra underneath, of course; why would you wear one when your nipples would look so pretty poking through the thin material he made you wear.

He let out a groan, the thoughts going straight to his crotch, adding fuel to the fire that was already burning. He needed you immediately, and so he sped up.

Your shoes came off in his hands, the laces on the shoes having become redundant long ago, and your jeans soon followed. Then it was your underwear, Jungkook’s fingers slipping over the hem and tugging them over the swell of your ass quickly. It seemed as though he was in a rush, with how quickly he was moving. You didn't care though, needing him just as badly as he seemed to need you.

“Fuck.” The groan that came from him once you were fully naked in front of him was primal. He was definitely right when he said you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

His hands flew to his top, whipping it over his head faster than you’d ever seen him move before, his sweatpants following soon after. And then, he was just as naked as you. Apparently, boxers weren’t a necessary thing to wear for your tattoo appointment. Not that you had anything against it; if it meant you got his dick inside of you faster, then you couldn't complain.

Speaking of his member, his dick was by far the prettiest you’d ever seen. It was long, but not too long. Thick, but not too thick. The tip was swollen and pink, pearlescent precum leaking from it. It entranced you, and you felt the sudden urge to feel the weight of it against your tongue. You wondered how heavy it was as it sat there, twitching as you lightly sucked on it. You wondered how he tasted too, your mouth watering that the thought.

Just as you were about to fall to your knees and make all your wishes come true, he caught you. The look in his eyes told you no, and you let out a whine in response. Yes, your pussy was aching, desperate for even the lightest of touch from him, but you wanted this. Once more, you tried to bend your knees and move onto the floor, but he held you stiff.

“No, Y/N,” His voice was stern, letting you know that he really meant it. You felt a pang of disappointment in your heart, but it soon melted away with the light kiss he pressed to your stomach. “I just need to feel your warmth, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

Of course, you could. Anything for him.

Your body moved without you telling it to. Soon enough, you were back on Jungkook’s lap, hovering over his painfully hard cock. Your eyes were on him as he lined himself up with one hand, the other gripping onto your hips, ready to lower you down onto himself. As he did, your eyes slammed shut, the stretch almost too much for you to handle. You were tight and he was big, of course, there was going to be some sort of discomfort. Especially since he hadn’t prepped you with his fingers. Still, you were wet enough for him to slip in with ease, bottoming out in no time.

Then he stilled, giving the both of you time to adjust. Somehow, you’d managed to keep your eyes open. Maybe you just didn't want to miss the show Jungkook was putting on, his facial expressions too beautiful to miss. His brow was furrowed, his eyelids flickering as he screwed his face up in pleasure. His mouth was open, spilling warm air onto your chest as he panted out. It was all almost too much for him, the feeling of you squeezing his member so exquisite that he almost came on the spot. He stopped himself though. That would’ve been a little embarrassing for him.

“Can you move?” He asked, voice quiet as he hid his face away in your neck. Feeling you nod, he smiled and placed a soft kiss against the sensitive spot underneath your ear.

When you did start to move, he couldn't help but let out a long, deep groan. You felt just as good as he imagined you would. Better, even. Perfect was the only way he could describe it. The way your walls held him tightly as you lowered yourself onto him felt like heaven. Not to mention the soft cries that were leaving your mouth with every stroke. You sounded magical, and he never wanted to stop listening to you.

It was more tender than he assumed it would be, not that he was complaining. The two of you weren’t fucking, but making love. Each and every action came from a place of desire, not for the sex, but the other person. You wanted to be with him. To kiss him whenever you wanted to, falling into place against his lips, just as you had earlier. To hug him and feel his warmth against you. To feel his love and affection and anything else he’d give to you.

The two of you worked in perfect harmony. When your legs began to fail you, Jungkook started bucking up into you, keeping the same pace that you had set. Slow and sensual, was how you’d done it, and he tried his hardest to mirror that. Anything for you, he thought to himself as he brought his thumb down to your clit, adding to your pleasure.

At the same time, he began to nip at the skin of your neck. He wanted to mark you in the same way you’d marked him. They wouldn’t be permanent marks like his tattoos, but he’d try his hardest to make sure they never truly left. Even if he had to mark you up every single day of his life, he was determined to make your body a work of art.

Everything was adding up. The feeling of his dick inside of you, stroking against your walls. The circles that he drew on your clit, drawing even more cries of pleasure from your pretty mouth. The grazing of the cold metal of his piercing against your neck as he drew your blood to the surface. All of it together was making it harder and harder for you to hang on. You felt yourself tighten around him, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter as he toyed with your body.

“I‘m close, Kookie.”

“I know, sweetheart,” He managed to pull himself away from your neck long enough to speak to you, “Just let go.”

And so you did, slamming your eyes shut as you held onto him for dear life. Your body shuddered as your orgasm flowed through you. It was nothing like you’d ever experienced before, utterly unique compared to every other orgasm you’d experienced with the other men you’d slept with. Maybe it was the speed of it all, going slow this time rather than fucking like rabbits. Or maybe it was the addition of love. Either way, you preferred it.

Once you’d ridden out your high, Jungkook pulled himself out of you, manoeuvring your body so you were lying on the tattoo chair. He wrapped a hand around himself as he looked over at you. You looked gorgeous with your sweat sticking to your forehead, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. Just the sight of your tired body was enough to make him spill his seed onto his hand. One last grunt left him as he climaxed, feeling his body go weak, just as yours did.

He let his body topple onto yours, shifting himself a little so the both of you were lying in a comfortable position. It was like having a huge weighted blanket on top of you, except the blanket was a lot heavier and warmer than normal weighted blankets. Taller too.

“You okay, big boy?” You managed to say despite feeling like you were being crushed.

“Yeah,” He grinned widely, “Just can't believe I got to fuck my dream girl.”

“Well that's cute and all, but what about your tattoo?” He laughed into your ear, pressing a light kiss onto your temple.

“Is that seriously what’s on your mind right now?”

“Not just that,” You muttered, snaking your arms around his waist to hold him close to you. “Thinking about how good we are at sex.”

“I guess we were made for each other, cutie.”

“I guess we were.”

#bts #bangtan #bts smut #bts fluff #bts scenarios #bts oneshot #bts oneshots #bangtan smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jjk smut #jjk

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thewritersofdeceased · 6 months

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"AND I HATE TO DO THIS TO YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BY THE WAY." PRONOUNS: THEY/THEM, GENDER NEUTRAL REQUEST? NO.

FOUR YEARS. Four birthdays spent in the basement of the man known as "THE GRABBER". A sad sigh escaped as he ran a hand through his messy, appy hair. There were knots all in it. He hated it. Badly. He sat with his back to the wall, his eyes looking to the bar and window. Though when he blinked and reopened his eyes, there were lights. Blue and red flashing lights. He stood to his feet quickly, hissing out in the pain they were in. The Grabber had broken his ankles. After all, he tried to run and escape when he got the chance the first time. He let out a yelp after he almost fell, landing on his knees. That'd leave a scrape.

Not bothering to get up, Griffin began to army crawl towards the basement door, hearing the voices of officers. Or detectives. Or both, he couldn't exactly tell. He tried to shout for help, but without actual good water in his throat, it was rather difficult. The boy stumbled to get up, using the door as guidance before he began to pound his fists on it. He stumbled backwards, a soft whine escaping him when he fell back onto his behind. His eyes were wide when he noticed the basement door opening. "Down here!" A voice called, pushing the door open and only gasps escaping officers and detectives. He felt someone pick him up, bringing him outside and into the light. Though someone caught their attention. "GRIFFIN!" A voice called out. A person. A friend who would constantly search for Griffin during his years of being in that cold basement. Y/N ran towards where Griffin was, the ambulance. "Officers, Can I go with him, please!?" They questioned, looking at the officers, detectives and ambulance people. Though only a detective waved them off, leaving Y/N to quickly get into the ambulance with Griffin in it.

After a while of driving and explaining everything, the hospital was in sight of Y/N. Thank god... When the ambulance had stopped, Y/N was quick to get out of the way of paramedics, who took the stretcher with Griffin on it and began to head inside the hospital. Y/N debated on following, knowing how badly their parents would be worried if they didn't go home. Taking a quick breath in, they ran around the ambulance and towards the automatic doors that opened as soon as their foot was near it. They couldn't wait. Well. Most people had already planned their appointments and everything, leading the line to be mainly empty. Y/N looked around, back and forth before taking steps towards the desk.

A woman looked up to them, speaking before looking back down at the work they were doing. "Hello, do you have an appointment?" She asked, typing something into the computer about any valuable information she had been given. Y/N was taking shaky breaths before speaking. "No... But is there a way you could notify me if a boy by name Griffin Stagg gets better at all? Or tell someone who works with him to call my parents!?" They spoke fast, rushed. The worker lifted her head, her eyes narrowing. "Griffin Stagg? I thought he was missing." She repeated before Y/N spoke with a slightly harsher tone of voice. "Well, he was! Look, he'll explain everything when he's actually y'know- NOT BLEEDING OUT!? Is there a way you can get my parents or me informed at all!?" They questioned, slamming their hands down on the desk with a harsh glare in their eyes.

"What's your family's house number?" The woman questioned, Y/N saying it before looking at the woman. "We'll let you know when he wakes up or wishes to see visitors. Goodbye." The woman spoke, leaving Y/N to only turn on their heel and begin to quickly leave the hospital.

A couple weeks went by without any messages. Though a phone ringing caught the attention of Y/N after weeks. Standing quickly to their feet from the couch in the living room, they almost tripped from the carpet before running towards the phone. Taking it off the ringer, they held it to their ear with widened eyes and a piercing feeling of hope in their chest. "Hello? Is this the L/N household?" The voice asked-

#griffin stagg #griffin stagg x reader #the black phone x reader #the black phone imagine #cliffhanger #tbp #carrying tbp x reader #the black phone #armogeddon time #paul graff

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anxious-witch · 6 months

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Inertia 7

Summary: Newton's first law expresses the principle of inertia: the natural behavior of a body is to move in a straight line at constant speed. In the absence of outside influences, a body's motion preserves the status quo.

Jan choose a direction of his life the moment he walked out of his parents house and cut all contact with them. He didn't want anything to do with them, or God anymore. Even his soulmark he wished he could leave behind. But when Nace Jordan joins the band, with a mark matching his own, can Jan keep going the same way he did? Or will the force make him change a direction?

Pairings: Jan Peteh/Nace Jordan

Warnings: None, I think? Please do tell me if I'm wrong I'll edit ot immediately

Notes: AO3 link

urprise! Early update of the last chapter. Thank you everyone who made it this far, especially people who consistently commented throughout. I have several things to say before you jump right in.

1) I am aware JO didn't actually preform at the EMA, but since this is already and au and I really liked the concept of the scene, it is here. Just roll with it 2) There will (hopefully) be two fics following this one, one with the focus on Bojan and the other on Kris. I am not sure exactly when I'll be writing and post them though, since December is quite busy, but until then, at least this is finished.

Anyway, this part is pretty much all fluff and very cheesy at the end, but I figured we all deserved it after all the angst

I believe that witness is a magnitude of vulnerability. That when I say love what I mean is not a feeling nor promise of a feeling. I believe in attention. My love for you is a monolith of try.

The woman I love pays an inordinate amount of attention to large and small objects. She is not described by anything. Because I could not mean anything else,

she knows exactly what I mean.

Once upon a time a line saw itself clear to its end. I have seen the shape of happiness. (y=mx+b) I am holding it. It is your hand.

What Space Faith Can Occupy By TC Tolbert

Jan wondered if light green walls of the therapist's office were suppose to somehow elevate the space. Made it seem more colorful.

Personally, it only reminded him more if a hospital.

Still, just as in all previous sessions, he had to remind himself he wasn't there just for himself. Kris had been genuinely worried after his breakdown. Jure and Bojan didn't know about it, but they likely suspected something had transpired.

He would need to tell Bojan about him and Nace eventually. But that, at least, was a problem for future Jan.

There was also Nace to think about. In the past three weeks, there had been slow, almost painful progress made between them. Still, he was trying. That counted for something, right?

He turned his attention back to the matter at hand.

His therapist was a young woman, Jan would guess somewhere in her thirties. She hat jet black hair and looked perfectly put together. She reminded him of Kris in that regard.

Which made sense, considering he only got a spot so quickly due to Kris' connections. Jan really, really didn't want to think about how he managed that.

"So, Jan," Nina said, "do you want us to continue on where we stopped last time, or do you have something from this week you'd like to discuss?"

Her voice was unkind, or even cold, but Jan still had to force himself to talk sometimes. His trust issues weighted heavily on him in moment like these.

"Well, no. Except that Nace and I actually went to play basketball, but I mentioned we will last week anyway."

Nina patiently waited for him to continue. When he didn't, she spoke again.

"How was it?"

Jan sighed. It was awful. Jan felt genuinely bad for even going along with it, considering how much Nace hated any sport that you had to play with the ball. It ended when Nace didn't manage to catch the ball one time Jan threw it. It hit him in the face and made his nose bleed.

Jan supposed there was a metaphor there somewhere.

"It wasn't great. Nace is...really bad at basketball."

She quickly wrote something down and Jan tried his best not to feel judged.

"And how did you feel about it?"

"Shitty, I guess. I didn't make him play, but it kind of felt like I did."

Nina tapped her pen to the notes.

"From what I have here, it seems Nace usually initiates these activities and they seem to be activities you like. Am I correct?"

Jan shrugged.

"Yes."

"And what do you think about that?"

How many times could she ask him that? Wasn't she supposed to tell him what to think about that? Jan felt increasingly annoyed.

"Why do you keep asking that? If you want to say something, then say it."

She pursed her lips.

"I am not here to tell you how to feel, Jan. I am here to help you verbalize it."

That was the dumbest fucking answer he ever heard.

"I already said I feel bad about it. What more do you want me to say?"

"Have you thought about doing the same for him?"

Jan paused. He haven't. Or well-he had, but he wasn't really sure there was an activity Nace liked that they could do together.

"I don't know if we have anything in common. Other than music, I mean. I know he is trying, but maybe this wasn't a good idea, after all."

Nina nodded, his face neutral. Always so goddamn neutral.

"Have you talked to him about it?"

"What, and break his heart? He'd just try even harder. I don't-"

I don't know what to say to make him give up on me. Jan clenched his teeth.

"I think you should consider trying one of his activity. Surely, there is something he likes that you don't hate."

Jan took in a deep breath. He was fighting the urge to mess up his nails even more, but if he started bleeding during practice again, even Bojan will notice.

"I guess. But that doesn't solve the main issue, does it?"

Nina sighed.

"Alright. How about you think about it, and we talk about something else for the rest od the session?"

Jan agreed and they moved on, but the thought stayed with him. Was he simply not putting enough effort?

The question haunted him enough for him to drive to Nace's apartment few hours later. He only sent him a text asking if he was home, and once he got a confirmation, he sat in the car and drove here.

It was probably rude, but Jan figured that if Nace had an issue with him being rude, they wouldn't be here in the first place.

It wasn't until he rang the doorbell and heard the barking did he remember Nace had a dog. Ollie.

He knew that, of course. It was just that the two of them usually met outside of Nace's apartment and several times they came here, Ollie was being babysat by Nace's sister.

Well. Jan supposed it was bound to happen to or later. If Ollie hated him, did that mean he was immediately disqualified from soulmate status?

Nace opened the door, trying to keep Ollie from rushing into the hallway. Jan felt caught off guard, despite the fact that he was the one who rang the doorbell.

Nace was wearing a tank top. Had Jan ever seen him in one before?

"Please get in before he runs out, I don't feel like trying to catch him."

Jan quickly stepped into the apartment and Nace closed the door behind him. The Nace carefully let Ollie come closer.

Jan kneeled down, offering his hand for him to sniff at. He liked dogs well enough, but he was always at a bit of a loss on what to do with them.

Cats you had to build a bond with. Usually just being in their general vicinity was enough at the start. You let them come to you. Even if you offered them treats, you had to leave them at the same distance at first.

Dogs? Dogs were unpredictable. They could love you or hate you your smell. Or whatever it was that they could feel around you.

"Dogs can always tell if a person is good or bad", his brother used to say. Jan, who had dogs both love and hate him for no clear-cut reasons over the years, couldn't quite agree.

Dogs could feel something, certainly. But that something was only a first impression and they choose that intangible thing as a base to be loyal or not.

Cats, at least got to know you first before making any judgments.

Ollie sniffed his hand and cocked his head to the side, as if trying to gauge if he was alright or not.

"Hello," Jan said awkwardly.

Ollie came closer, nudging his snout against his hand and Jan carefully petted him on the head, waiting to see the reaction. When he started wagging his tail, Jan felt relieved.

Nace's dog hating him wasn't something he wished to deal with. There were plenty of other things that made him want to turn back and run away.

"He seems to like you," Nace said softly.

One bad call he share with his owner, Jan thought grimly as he stood up.

"That's good. I think we should talk."

Nace sighed.

"As much as I love how direct you are, that sounds very ominous."

Jan simply took his shoes off and shrugged off his jacket.

Ollie followed them as they went into the living room. Jan wondered if they were creating some sort of bad karma for the place, having all their fucked up conversations here.

Or perhaps he spent too much time around Bojan and his superstitiousness was starting to rub off of him.

"Do you want something to drink first or-"

"How about we just get this over with and then after you can offer me stuff if you want me to stay?"

Nace awkwardly sank into the couch, far enough that Jan would have to stretch to be able to touch him, despite his long arms. Was it for his own comfort, or for Jan's?

They were closer physically since they talked the last time. Sitting closer, hand brushing against each other, squeezing each other's shoulders on occasion. That sort of thing.

Now, though, there was no of that. As if Nace was already getting used to the distance. Which Jan supposed was fair, even if he felt a familiar burning at the soulmark.

Before Jan could say anything, though, Ollie jumped on the couch and attempted to nuzzled at his chest. Jan felt thrown off balance a bit as he petted him, which only prompted Ollie to settle in his lap.

"I don't think I am doing this whole thing right," Jan confessed, not taking his eyes off Ollie.

"Could you please be more specific?"

Jan scratched behind Ollies ear. Matej's dog liked that. Ollie made a content sound so Jan continued.

"You keep putting so much effort into liking things that I like and trying them out. And I-I mean I can do it too, but I don't know if it's even right. Like, shouldn't we already have matching interests? Is it even healthy if we both have to change?"

He took his hands off Ollie and clenched them in frustration. He hated how his tongue always felt like lead when he was supposed to talk about these things. He harshly pulled at his hair and tied it back with the tie around his wrist.

"This works like any other relationship would, Jan."

Jan scoffed.

"Does it? I don't remember any of my friends tailoring their interests to fit me."

Nace took in a deep breath. Jan learned he always did that when he was frustrated, like he was stopping himself from saying anything before he was ready.

"Really? Kris never tried listening to metal for you? He knows you favorite brand of tea on accident? You always keep ear plugs in your car if he gets overstimulated because, what? You did that before you were friends?"

Jan felt speechless.

"That's-

"Different? Yeah, of course it is, because this is Kris we are talking about."

Nace sounded resigned. Hurt, even. Jan slowly looked at him, but now it was Nace avoiding his gaze. He was staring at his hands, his expression troubled.

"I don't mean to say discard your and Kris' friendship. I think it's amazing you have him, but I'm jealous. Not because I think there is anything going on, but because you seem to allow others to get close to you while keep me at arms length. And I don't know what to do at this point to change your mind."

Jan's heart squeezed painfully. He never heard Nace so resigned. He was always the one to try and find a solution and not give up.

He gently set Ollie on the couch, despite his small, protesting whine. Then he stood up sat closer to Nace. Close enough that their shoulders touched. This time, he was the one to take Nace's hands in his.

"I'm sorry. You are right."

Nace's head slowly rose, like he barely dared to be hopeful and look at Jan straight on.

"I was, well I am scared. We said we'll be friends, but I don't think I can be your friend. From the moment we met, I kept you at arm length and for one single moment I didn't, we ended up hooking up. You terrify me, Nace."

Nace's breath stuttered. Jan leaned his forehead against Nace's and closed his eyes.

"I had all but convinced myself everything about soulmates was bullshit, that all that was stories and people kept confirming them because they were desperate for it to be true. But that was all it was, a placebo effect. And then you came along. Shattered everything I thought I knew."

For a moment, there was silence. Then Nace's hand touched his neck, just a bit below the soulmark. Jan took in a deep, shuddering breath.

"May I?"

"Yes."

The first time Nace touched the soulmark, Jan was too terrified to even appreciate the sensation. But he did now. The feeling was warm and safe. Jan expected his heart to race, but instead it calmed down, as if soothed by Nace's touch.

Something about a gesture made something deep inside him uncoil and words just started pouring out of him.

"When I was fifteen, I started secretly listening to metal. The first time I did, I felt so guilty, I ended up crying and not allowing myself to eat for a day, as a penance. For weeks, I had been worse off than if I had never listened to it. It took me months to gather the courage to try again."

Jan hoped Nace would understand he was saying. He wasn't sure he could say it outright. Nace hummed.

"You are afraid, but you also know that doesn't mean this is bad because you are afraid."

Jan nodded, but Nace didn't say anything immediately after. When he finally spoke, he didn't say what Jan expected him to.

"When I was twelve, I was bullied a lot because of my weight. I remember being terrified of going to school. The only place I felt safe in was the church, because nobody bullied me there. I felt safe. Even if the conditions and rules weren't perfect, it was still better."

Jan opened his eyes, almost indignantly.

"I am not a church."

Nace cracked a small smile.

"No. But you are a safe space, even if the conditions and rules you impose aren't perfect."

Jan's answer was to kiss him. Not roughly, like he did before, but softly and slowly. Giving Nace time to pull away.

He didn't, instead he kissed him back and pulled him closer. One of Jan's hands curled around Nace's nape and the other reached for his wrist. He knew exact moment he touched his soulmark, because Nace shivered.

The only way Jan could describe the feeling was that the bond between them sang. Like the world slightly tilted and found a perfect balance.

Like they were perfect together.

Jan had to pull back from the kiss, fighting a near overwhelming fear that washed over him. Nace didn't let him go far this time, instead pulling him in a hug.

"It's okay."

Nace's voice was soft, and he was warm and comfortable and it was almost unbearable.

"I know it's fucking okay," Jan said, his voice breaking.

He buried his head in Nace's chest and hope he didn't feel the tears soaking his shirt. Nace didn't say anything after that, he simply held him as he cried.

Until the tears dried out and the fear slightly pulled back. Still, some doubts remained.

"What if the rules and conditions can't be improved anymore? What if this is just...who I am?"

He pulled back a bit, to study Nace's face as he answered. Unexpectedly, Nace grinned.

"Well, if a church gets a new priest-"

Jan rolled his eyes at the awful joke.

"You've been hanging with Bojan too much."

Nace was still grinning.

"A priest can also recommend new way of worship-"

Jan groaned loudly and pushed Nace back, so he landed on his back, laughing openly. He had a beautiful, infectious laugh that Jan couldn't help but laugh along as well.

"Please don't use church metaphors anymore. They are awful."

Nace stretched his arms over his head, exposing his muscles and tattoos even more. Jan couldn't help, but let his gaze linger on them.

"Make me."

Jan was never the one to avoid temptation. And Nace had always been so tempting. Almost like a red apple in a garden without color. Jan leaned down and kissed him again.

Nace melted into the kiss and reached out to him again. His hands reached Jan's hair and Jan tense slightly, but Nace gently pulled at the tie, until his hair spilled from the ponytail.

Jan was distracted enough by the kiss to let him. He wanted Nace closer and-

They were interrupted by a loud, insistent whine. Jan pulled back enough to look in the direction it came from, finding Ollie looking at them with the saddest expression he could possibly muster.

Nace burst out laughing, his whole body shaking.

"I think he doesn't like me hogging his new favorite."

Jan chuckled, sitting back up. He held his hand out and petted Ollie gently, immediately receiving a lick on his hand.

"Maybe I could have some sort of tea, if the offer still stands," Jan said, not looking away from Ollie.

"It absolutely does. I have mint tea Kris mentioned you liked."

Traitor, Jan thought, giving away my secrets.

"Nace?"

"Yeah?"

"Which one is your favorite?"

Jan turned his head to look, catching a surprise that flitted across his face before it melted in a soft smile.

"Probably chamomile."

Of course. The calming thing one always drank when they felt unwell to soothe and comfort. It fit him.

"I'll remember that."

With that Nace went into the kitchen, and Ollie brough Jan a ball he could throw for him. Jan took in a deep breath, feeling as if he just climbed a mountain. Whatever happened after this, he had a feeling he could handle after.

As terrifying as it could get.

Jan was nervously tapping his fingers against the wheel, resisting the urge to bite his nails. It was not a smart thing to do while driving.

"Are you really not going to tell me where we are going?"

He chuckled a bit at Nace's pleading tone. This really was an unusual role reversal for both of them, wasn't it?

"I told you, it's a surprise."

Nace huffed and settled back in his seat. Jan sneaked a glance at him when he stopped at the red light. Nace had his arms crossed over his chest, his warm brown jacket tightly wrapped around his biceps.

"One would think I am taking you to get shot," Jan teased, turning his gaze back to the road as the light changed to green.

Nace laughed at that, at least, his shoulders relaxing.

"No, I just-I am not used to surprises. You barely gave me any hints on what to wear!"

Jan smirked.

"I said wear something comfortable that you don't mind getting dirty."

He could feel Nace's unimpressed stare on him.

"Very helpful."

Jan chuckled and took a left turn, parking to the side. Nace immediately started glancing around, trying to gauge where they were. Jan couldn't help but think it was kind of cute.

He unbuckled his belt and got out of the car, waiting for Nace to do the same. When he did, he led him to a nearby building.

Nace was frowning, trying to piece together what they were doing. Jan decided to take pity on him.

"It's a pottery class."

His head immediately snapped towards Jan, his eyes widening.

"You are taking me to a pottery class??"

Jan swallowed, growing nervous all of a sudden. Did he misjudge? Did Jure mix something up?

"Jure mentioned you wanted to try it since your sister did pottery. I thought..."

"No! I mean, yes, I love the idea!"

He sounded so eager, so terrified that Jan would change his mind and snatch the offer away from him. Jan felt bad. Was he truly treating him in a way that made him think he'd play him like this for a joke?

"Alright then. Let's go."

There were people inside already, and their teacher quickly introduced himself. He gave them instructions on hand-building techniques with clay, saying they need to get used to that before they can move to the pottery wheel.

The process was messy and Jan underestimate just how bad he was at shaping the clay. When Nace looked over and saw his wonky cup, he doubled over laughing.

Jan side-eyed him, before taking a bit of clay and smearing it over Nace's shirt. Nace gasped.

Then he grabbed a piece of clay and smeared it over Jan's cheek. Jan slapped his hair away, trying to rub it off.

"If this gets into my hair Nace, I swear-"

Nace laughed again and someone shushed them.

"Can you two please let the rest of us work?" A blond man left of them said.

He was short, with blind hair just below his ears. He was frowning at them intently, reminding Jan of an annoyed cat.

His tall, tattooed friend-or partner, how could Jan know, really-gently pulled him by the sleeve.

"Lovro, com'on. They are just having fun. Look at this."

The man, well maybe even a boy, with how soft his features looked, immediately turned to the other man. He looked at him like...oh.

Jan looked at Nace, who was clearly eyeing the situation, seeing if Jan could handle it or if he needed to get involved.

Jan was hit by the sudden realization of how much he had come to care for him. Despite all the back and forth and his own grievances, he was-

He stopped his thoughts before any bigger words came to mind. It was still too early to think that. But maybe it wouldn't be, eventually.

Jan never thought of himself as someone who could settle down and yet that spark of hope still lived, nestled deep in his chest.

Maybe.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Nace asked, titling his head to the side.

Jan shook his head.

"Nothing. Let's try to shape these into something decent before we do that...wheel thing, yeah?"

Nace smiled, like a sudden light igniting in the dark.

"Yeah."

As Jan tried to save his clay cup, he suddenly felt bolder. He could ask, right? At worst, Nace will refuse, but when did Nace refuse him before? Jan cleared his throat.

"You could...come over after, if you'd like. You didn't meet Igor yet."

He didn't look up as he asked the question. It would be easier to take a no when he didn't have to worry about which expression he was making.

"You want me to come over?"

There was that tone again. Like Nace was shocked by this. Like Jan wasn't trying to do better for weeks now. He supposed he'd just have to keep trying.

"If you'd like to, yes. I did get some chamomile tea recently."

He sneaked a glance in Nace's direction. His eyes were soft and his mouth was lightly open, as if in wonder. Jan's heart started beating fasted.

"I would like that," Nace said quietly, looking directly at him.

Jan had to look away, but he couldn't help but smile slight. There was slight fear in his stomach still, but there was no ringing of the church bell, or an urge to reach for a necklace that wasn’t there.

He was still himself and he was still in control of it all. Simply taking steps in the right direction. It had been as if he was in inertia for very long time. After being stuck for so long, it was hard to get back into motion, but once he did, he knew it would get easier.

All he had to do was keep moving.

All Jan could hear was a drum of his own heart as they waited for the host to announce them. Thud. Thud. Thud.

It was finally time for them to preform at EMA. To try and get chosen to represent Slovenia at Eurovision. The importance, the fragility of the moment made all the colors more intense, almost as if they were in new, swirling patterns.

Jan took a look at his bandmates. Each of them in a different outfit that fit them perfectly. Bojan, in his loud combination of green shirt and pink pants, that he somehow managed to pull of regardless.

Kris, in a gold sleeves shirt and lighter pink pants that match. Of course-Kris always knew how much attention to draw to himself. Not too much and not too little.

Jure, with sky blue button up that perfectly fit his sunshine personality and darker purple pants for contrast.

All of them looked amazing, really. But it was Nace that Jan couldn't look away from.

Nace, who finally wore color. A purple suit with a silver shirt underneath. The suit had intricated details that made Jan want to run his fingers over the material and feel it's shapes.

When he arrived, he was always pale beige in their mix of chaos and color. Slowly but surely, that changed. And here they were now.

Jan shuffled closer to him, almost as if pulled by an invisible force. He could feel it, but he found it more comforting now, rather than scary.

"Ready?" He whispered, smiling at him.

"Ready," Nace answered, briefly brushing his hand against Jan's.

"And next up, we have Joker Out!"

They stepped on the stage as the people clapped and Jan could feel the adrenaline fully hitting him. He couldn't concentrate on whatever Bojan briefly said before he started singing.

All Jan could focus on was playing. His fingers slid over the strings just as perfectly as they did the very first time he nailed a song when he was sixteen.

Everything else faded away, like looking at the world through a sort of fog. Only music existed. Even Bojan's singing was slightly muted in that moment. Like Jan was alone with his guitar.

Then his gaze slid to Nace and he found him already looking in his direction. Nace, who still had the ability to be in Jan's bubble that one else could touch.

He didn't mind the company, though. Not anymore.

He sent him a little wink and watched as his cheeks turned slightly red. Then he turned back to the audience and took a deep breath. Then let the bubble snap and all the sound and sensations rush back to him.

Because there was never really a need for the bubble at all. Not when he was at the safe space.

There was no divinity here. None other than the music itself, that they shared with the audience.

When they played the last note, there was a thunderous applause and part of Jan already knew. He could feel it in their bones that they won.

The knowing of being at the right place, at the right time. With just the right people, too.

The rest od the night passed in a blur. Jan knew he talked to people, but later he'd be unable to recall what he said. He'd remember the high of the announcement that they won and all of his friends rushing into a group hug.

It wasn't until they all changed back to their everyday clothes and were waiting for Bojan in the cold, that the realization finally started to sink in.

"We won," he whispered into the night air.

"We did," Kris said, smiling.

Whatever makeup they put on him made him look more ethereal than usual. He looked more content than Jan had seen him for awhile.

"What is Bojan doing for so long?" Jure wondered, his eyes lingering on the doors they all cane through.

It was odd. As much as Bojan paid attention to his looks, he never took this long.

"I'll go check," Jan said, getting to his feet.

Jan felt slightly guilty, over how little he talked to Bojan outside of the practice in recent weeks. Being caught up in the whole soulmate dilemma, he didn't take the time to pay as much attention to his friends.

Well, that was another thing he could start fixing now.

He found Bojan in the changing room, completely dressed, but staring off through the window.

"Bojan? Is everything okay?"

Bojan flinched, as if woken up from a very deep sleep. He blinked at Jan, confused.

"Ah, yeah! Yeah, I was just a bit lost in thought. Did you guys wait for me for long?"

Jan stepped closer, putting his hand on Bojan's shoulder. Bojan leaned into the touch, breathing out slowly.

"Are you sure you are alright?"

"I-" Bojan bit his lip, his gaze jumping around the room almost frantically, never staying for long and completely avoiding Jan's face.

"I just...this is a lot. It feels enormous. And of course, of course I am happy we won. It just feels like we set a new course all of a sudden, if that makes sense. Like it feels like my life already changed."

Jan pulled him into a hug. Bojan took in a sharp breath and then relaxed, hugging him back. They just stayed like that for a moment.

"I know. It's terrifying but it's going to be okay. You have us, alright?"

Bojan's arms tightened around him for a bit.

"Yeah."

They were silent for a bit and Bojan already pulled away from the hug when Jan spoke again.

"I actually owe you an apology. With how I reacted when you brought up soulmates for all these years."

Bojan shrugged.

"It's fine. I figured it was a sensitive topic."

Jan shook his head.

"Yes but it's not an excuse. I am sorry, Bojan. You were allowed to be excited at prospect of meeting them without me putting you down for it."

He rubbed tips of his fingers against the nail of his thumb. Resisting the urge to mess it up more.

"I won't say I completely understand, even now with Nace. I still very much love being independent from him. But I am saying I understand more."

Bojan smiled, reminding Jan that if Nace was the light in darkness, Bojan was certain a sun, his rays bringing about a new day.

"Thank you for saying that. I am excited to meet her, one day. Whenever destiny decides we are ready."

Jan rolled his eyes, more for the dramatic effect than anything else. That was still extremely cheesy, but it was very on brand for Bojan.

"Sure, lover boy. Now, can we go before the rest of them freeze outside? It is December, y'know?"

Bojan laughed and grabbed his bag. He dramatically pointed to the door.

"To wherever destiny may lead us!"

Jan cracked a smile, unable to keep up the brooding persona.

"To whenever destiny may lead us," he repeated quietly.

Then he stepped over the threshold after Bojan and for the first time in many years he knew everything would be alright. As long as he had his family, soulmate included, by his side, everything would be alright.

No matter the challenges that awaited them.

#my writing #joker out #jance #inertia

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vance-e · 2 years

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My Idiot

pairings: vance hopper x Fem!reader

warnings: (name) fighting, blood, violence, vance being cute/soft with (name), swearing, vance cleaning the reader up, mention of past (abuse) for like 5 sec

Fandoms: The black phone x IT 2017

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I saw (name) walk into the grab n go. I wont say this outloud but i hate a crush on (name) and whenever she walks into a room i seem to freeze up and cant move. She makes me feel giddy? i guess, i told my “friend” to take over while i go and “grab” something but i actually want to talk to (name). In the past i have tried to talk to her but I can't because i always freeze up or she sees me fighting someone.

I don’t like it when she sees me fighting somebody because it makes me think that she won’t like me if she sees me fighting with someone. I didn't even know that she knew how to fight until today. I saw her walk out before i could even talk to her. So i just left it and went back to my game until i heard something.

“you fucking asshole” i heard the boy scream at me, he had blood running down his nose. But he deserved it, he was talking shit about my brother. Henry bowers is my brother, the bully in derry. I know he can handle himself but i still don’t like it. I have had a pretty shitty life and henry was the only one who helped me with it. Our dad was abusive after our mother left, he was an alcoholic and was an officer. After what we have been through i wasn’t going to let some 5″4ft motherfucker talk shit about my brother.

I walked outside to see (name) and some random boy fighting. (name) was winning, she was straddling him while punching him in the mouth, a crowd was surrounding them so i couldn’t see what happened next until i heard a lot of people gasp at something. I pushed them out of the way and saw the boy knocked out. And (name) on the other side of him wiping the blood away.

She had a busted lip, and bloody knuckles and her head had blood coming down it. I heard the police sirens down the road and saw everyone scattering making it look like they weren't watching. I grabbed (name) and ran to an alleyway hiding so the cops wouldn’t take her.

I felt somebody pick me up which i didn’t realize until i was in a alleyway with the one and only Vance hopper. I have heard of him before because my brother fought him. I did find attractive though, his long blond curly hair god I'm whipped. Wait that's right i’m still hurt and hiding from the cops.

“are you okay ”I said looking at her looking where her knuckles are bruised, “ I will go get something cold for your knuckles and be back, stay here okay?” i said while running off to find some ice or something cold” i said while running off to find a vending machine. I Felt weird because i have never been this soft to somebody before. I found a coke vending machine. I ran back with a coke and put it on her knuckles. I heard her hiss and it made me feel guilty “ im sorry, i know it’s going to hurt but its not going to swell up if you let it stay there” i spoke softly to hear so she wouldn't get scared.

“Why are you helping me?” i heard her say, i looked at her confused then started to feel hot “ um- well t- the cops were coming and i didn’t want you to g-go in their” i said stuttering a bit because of how nervous she makes me. “but my brother fought you, why would you help me? the sister of henry bowers” she said while looking up at me. I was shocked to hear that she was henry bowers sister because he was the only one i couldn’t beat. He knocked me out and gave me a massive headache for the last week. “ your not like your brother (name) that’s why i helped you” i said while looking down at her. “Thank you vance” she said smiling at me

I didn’t like henry. but goddamn his sister was something else. And i wasn’t going to stop until she’s mine

-vance-e

#vance hopper #the black phone #x reader #fanfiction #vance hopper x reader #vance #the black phone fanfic #fanfic #vance hopper the black phone #it 2017 #pennywise #henry bowers #derry #bowers!reader #sister #fyp #flopera #first post #it

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That's great! I don't mind waiting so take as long as you need! Can I please request Tianyou Zhao with a foreign fem s/o? I'm so happy to find someone who writes for him!!

i love this man. thank you for requesting and for being so patient! i hope that this is what you were hoping for 💕

Pairing: Zhao Tianyou x Fem!Foreign!Reader Warnings: suggestive themes. mild language. zhao being a sarcastic little shit. A/N: i kept the country of origin and native tongue ambiguous on purpose to be more inclusive. same with leaving out physical descriptions of the reader.

It seemed like a good idea a few hours ago.

For the past few weeks, you have kept yourself limited to your apartment, the route to work, your office space and back again. But now that you felt - at least somewhat - acclimated to the different time zone and change of locale, you decided to branch out a little. To explore Ijincho. The only problem?

You were lost.

When you accepted a position within your company to relocate to Japan, you were thrilled. Sure, it was halfway around the world and you wouldn't know anyone once your feet hit the ground - but it was Japan! You always wanted to at least visit Japan, but now you are living here! The salary increase certainly pleased your bank account with this new position as well. Two birds, one stone, as far as you were concerned.

You were not prepared for how easy it was to get lost here, however.

Maybe it was because your understanding of the written language wasn't as perfect as you wished it to be, or that once you were amongst crowds of people who spoke only Japanese did you really begin to realize that you were a stranger in a strange land. The longer that you were lost the more it felt like your grasp on the language was retracting. Arguably, you were fluent in Japanese, but anxiety has a funny way of making you second guess yourself. Especially when you knew that you were a foreigner speaking a second language.

You came to understand that the people of Japan were much more accommodating compared to what you might have been used to in your home country. They were quite understanding of your speech, despite how your accent still strained some of the pronunciations of the Japanese alphabet. So, when you first suspected that you were lost, you of course asked for directions. You recalled the gentleman who helped you fondly as he gave you directions to Hamakita Park, which from there you could navigate to your apartment. You thanked him profusely, and went on your way. It was about that time that you realized that maybe you didn't pay attention as much as you should have. And maybe that you should brush up on your knowledge of kanji and hiragana because my God did all of the signs look the same.

You dipped into an alleyway off of Isezaki Road. You pressed your back against the side of some building, trying to catch your breath. You rubbed at your temple, trying to visualize the conversation that you had with the man who gave you directions. No use.

With a sigh, you continued down the alley, finding it more pleasant than the main road, if for nothing else than it was quieter. Did he say to go towards the station or away from it…?

When you reached the end of the alleyway, you felt it. The tickling sensation up your spine when you enter a place that you shouldn't have. The atmosphere changed, and you looked around. The sounds from the main road seemed far away - so far away - and the air was thick with a type of miasma you couldn't recognize. There were concrete stairs across from you, and your gut told you that you needed to go. This was not the place for you to be, and even if it meant getting lost even further, you needed to get out of the alley by taking the closest exit.

But you were too late, it seemed. Three men walked down those concrete steps, lost in conversation. You bristled and turned to exit the alley, but two more men were walking towards you. Shit.

"Hey," one of the men from the stairs called out to you. His voice was rough and strained. He looked like trouble, and for a moment it reminded you of the type of men back home that lingered in the shadier parts of town. The kind that had bad reputations, and the kind that everybody knew to stay away from. Glad to know that it was seemingly a universal trait, even halfway around the world.

You ignored him and tried to walk past the two men blocking your exit. They were too quick for you, however, and smiled as they crowded you. You were blocked in. Shit, shit, shit!

"You lost?"

It was the man who had called out to you the first time that asked the question. Tentatively, you turned around, holding the strap of your purse a bit tighter.

"Yes," you answered. "Just trying to find my way home."

The man smiled and licked his lips slowly. "Yeah, you're lost alright. Look at you. Definitely not from around here. What kind of accent do ya have goin' on there, girly? Sounds exotic."

Snide chuckles. Your stomach dropped.

The man approached you slowly, amused at how you shrank away from him. "Do you need directions? Why don't you tell me where you live, and we can make sure you get home nice and safe, yeah? Or maybe you can keep us company for a while instead?"

You could cry, and you cursed yourself for not knowing some kind of martial art. Your heart was in your throat, and you never felt so small in your entire life.

"What's going on?"

A smooth voice pierced the air. The men around you snapped to attention, turning around immediately to face the source of the question.

A man emerged from the concrete stairs, and your breath hitched in your throat. You froze, eyes pleading and desperate. He was either your savior or another threat.

Leather covered him, a black and gold shirt standing out underneath his jacket. Round, dark glasses obscured his eyes. His black hair was slicked back and his gold earrings caught what little light illuminated the alleyway.

The other men around you bowed in his direction, and gave him a wide berth as he came closer.

"She's lost. We - "

The man in leather and gold cut him off. "And you fine gentlemen were going to be good Samaritans and help her find her way, weren't you? You weren't going to corner and trap this little mouse, right? I'm glad that I know such upstanding citizens."

His voice was thick with sarcasm. Each syllable was airy, lilted and coy. He seemed amused as he rubbed at his goateed chin. His nails were lacquered in black, each finger wearing a ring that seemed to wink at you as it caught the light. A smile curved his lips, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks as he eyed you closely.

The men said nothing, keeping their eyes focused on the ground. They seemed to be waiting for a strike they knew would come. There was a hierarchy at play here, and the man in gold was clearly higher up on the food chain than the rest of the men.

"Why don't I help you, miss? Walk with me."

He walked past you, tilting his head in the direction of the main road. You followed him quickly, heart racing and legs shaking from adrenaline.

You breathed a sigh of relief as the man guided you to Isezaki Road. The two of you stopped under a streetlight, and as you tried to calm your poor heart, he lit a cigarette.

"Sorry about that," he said. Smoke danced from his lips. "They didn't hurt you, right?"

You shook your head. "No. Thank you for stepping in like that."

He shrugged. "Never been one to let women get preyed on like that."

The ash of his cigarette glowed as he took another drag. You nodded carefully, and shifted your weight from one foot to the other. You preferred not to think about what would have happened if he hadn't shown up.

"Anyways," he said, "Where are you headed? I'll give you directions."

Believing it wise to not disclose your exact address, you told him that you needed to get to the park. Flicking his cigarette aside, he began to give you an explanation of how to get there. But he stopped short when he saw the look of exhaustion that veiled your face, and he smiled.

"How about I just walk you there?"

—

"You're not from around here."

What an astute observation. "No, I'm not," you said.

"You have an accent," he mused. "It's pretty cute."

You blushed and kept your gaze forward, ignoring the smile that adorned his face in your peripheral.

The entrance to the park was just up ahead, and you felt the tension in your shoulders ease as you felt like you were approaching familiar ground. Your companion in black seemed to notice, and outstretched his hand in a grand gesture towards the park.

"Well, here you are, miss," he said.

You thanked him - both for guiding you to the park and for helping you earlier in the alley.

He hummed. "Not a problem. But, uh…just some friendly advice. I wouldn't go back there again, if I were you. You probably shouldn't wander into dark alleys, you know? Safer that way."

There was a warning undertone to his words, masked by a coy and boyish charm. It was not lost on you. So, you nodded and agreed to stay out of any alleyways from now on. You wished him goodnight, but you paused mid-turn. Fiddling with the strap of your purse, you looked at him curiously.

"What's your name?" you asked

His smile grew a little wider, canines catching the light from the street. He seemed to consider his answer carefully, looking to the side and then back at you. With a slow, deliberate lick of his lips, he answered you:

"Zhao."

—

Survive Bar.

That's where you saw Zhao again.

Some coworkers elected to go out one Friday night and were able to hustle you into going with them. It was an amazing feat on their part since you had become notorious for always spending weekends cooped up inside. It wasn't that you were against the idea, you were just…introverted, maybe? Who knows.

So it came as a surprise when you followed your coworkers into the unassuming jazz and karaoke bar to see Zhao bellowing out a duet with a rather tall and wild looking man in a red suit. They had pleasant voices, if only a little slurred from whatever they had been drinking that night. There were a few other people already there, as well. A couple of pretty women, an older man who screamed "retired cop", a guy with unruly hair and glasses, and a rather exceedingly handsome man with silvery-white hair. They were drinking and cheering the duet on with great enthusiasm.

Your coworkers ordered drinks for everyone while you found a place to sit, having chosen one of the small booths by the windows. You sipped leisurely at your drink when it came, amused - and perhaps a little envious - at how your colleagues could introduce themselves to the other patrons and carry on in conversation with them so easily. You were always more of the observant type, though. Let them do the talking.

"Well, if it isn't the lost little mouse."

Zhao approached you, glass in hand. He slid into the seat across from you. The ice cubes in his drink clinked together in a sweet chime, and you could smell that it was whiskey.

"I would prefer it if you didn't call me "mouse"," you said firmly.

He held up his hands in surrender. "Sorry, I wasn't trying to offend you. What should I call you then? You never gave me your name."

You eyed him over the rim of your glass as you sipped the last of your drink. You offered him your name politely.

He smiled. "[Name]," he repeated slowly. The lilt and purr of his voice made your name sound luxurious. Like fine silk and gold. Damned if your heart didn't soar at the sound of it.

"I see that you're here with friends," Zhao mused.

You shook your head. "Colleagues, mostly. I don't…really have any friends here." Here meaning Ijincho. All of Japan, really.

He nodded, fingers pressing over the hair of his goatee. "Have you been here long?"

"Not really," you said. "I mean, it's been a few months, but it hasn't been long considering how many years I lived back home, you know?"

"Where are you from?"

You told him about your home country, adding in details about how you always wanted to visit Japan and jumped at the chance to take this job opportunity. As you spoke, you worried that maybe you were boring him. But Zhao hung on every word you said, eyes glittering behind the darkness of his glasses. He was bemused, and enjoyed listening to you speak. Your accent was still there, and he found it endearing.

You stopped short at some point, becoming bashful at how much you dominated the conversation. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ramble on like that."

Zhao smiled, leaning back against the booth. "It's not rambling. I enjoy listening to you "

You flushed and fiddled with your empty glass. A shy smile pulled at your lips, despite your attempt to bite it back. You weren't sure what to say, frankly, so you opted to compliment him on his singing. "You sounded great, by the way."

"Yeah, you like that? I like to think that I can carry a tune pretty well. How about you? Wanna sing with me?"

"Oh, God no," you denied. "I couldn't! I'd get stage fright."

He laughed, airy and soft. You could melt.

"Fine, fine. But if you won't sing with me, you at least gotta cheer me on."

He threw back the rest of his drink, and stood up. Holding out his hand to you, he encouraged you to follow him to the small stage. You accepted, pleasantly surprised at how soft and warm his hand was.

Zhao cycled through some songs until he chose a suitable one, and you stood a little off to the side to watch him perform. As the song started to play its beginning chords, Zhao winked at you.

"This song goes out to [Name]," he announced cheekily. "She says I have a great voice, so for those of you who have ever said that I don't, you can bite me. Adachi-san, I'm looking at you."

You couldn't help but laugh as the man who looked like a cop - Adachi-san - gave Zhao the finger and waved him off.

It was another great performance, of course.

—

It was late by the time you decided to leave Survive. Your colleagues had left long before you did, but you had elected to stay behind and visit a bit longer. Courtesy of Zhao, of course. He delighted you, and you were pleased that you had his attention all evening. Some of his friends, whom you were pleasantly introduced to, had gone upstairs to crash, while one or two others decided to head to their own homes to sleep.

Zhao, however, offered to take you home.

"I'm guessing that you live around Hamakita Park?" He asked as the two of you stepped out of the bar. The night was cool and damp, a sign that it would rain sometime soon.

"Yeah," you confirmed. "I can just take a cab."

Zhao nodded, placing a cigarette between his lips. The gold plating on his lighter shimmered as he lit the end of it. "As long as you get home safely that's all that matters."

There was a cab not too far ahead of you, and you chewed on your lip nervously. You turned to look at him, melting at the sight of his long jeweled fingers rising to take the cigarette from his lips. He really did have amazing hands.

"Do you…," your voice drifted off. Zhao raised his brows inquisitively, although you suspected that he knew what you were trying to find the courage to ask. "Do you want to ride home with me?"

Your nerves were frayed. Maybe it was the liquor, but your body hummed at the sight of him. He truly was handsome, and while you weren't usually the type for hook-ups…you couldn't help it. You really couldn't. And unless you were imagining things, Zhao was just as interested in you as you were in him.

"Are you trying to get in my pants, [Name]? I hope that you don't think I'm that easy," he teased. Oh, that smile of his would be the death of you. Boyish and coy, like he could charm anything and everyone with just the curve of his lips.

It amused him deeply to see you blush and tell him that if he didn't want to, he could just say no.

"Mm, I don't remember saying anything like that," he breathed. "Lead the way, baby girl."

—

It went on like that for a while. After that first night, the two of you exchanged numbers, and you went out as often as your schedules allowed. The exact amount of time that passed didn't mean much to either of you, especially when you came to understand that Zhao moved at his own pace for everything.

He had told you about his life with the Liumang, and everything that he was involved with once he had met Ichiban and the others. He showed you his scars and hid nothing from you. This was who he was, past and present. Of course it wasn't a good life - but it was his life, and he wasn't going to start feeling ashamed for it now. Not with you.

So maybe that's why it surprised you to see him almost shy when he asked you to be together exclusively. You couldn't resist teasing him for it.

"Hey, I just know that it's a big step from what we had before," he countered. His fingertips twisted one the rings on his hand. Around and around it went. "I don't have the kind of life that seems honorable to others. A lot of what I do is illegal. If you don't want me - "

"Don't be ridiculous," you said. It came out in your mother tongue. "Of course I want to be yours. How can I resist you?"

He smiled and the mischievous spark in his eyes returned. "I am pretty great, aren't I?"

"Extremely humble, too."

His hands found your waist, pulling you into his lap in one fluid movement. It was second nature to kiss him like this, lips moving together in a sensual and languid dance. He knew nothing of chaste kisses. It was all passion, or nothing.

You moaned, and he drank down each perfect vibration. Zhao traced the curve of your spine, drawing constellations on the galaxy that was your skin.

He needed more, and his lips traced the line of your jaw and down the curve of your neck. He tongued your pulse, suckling on the tender flesh. Your fingers laced through his hair, nails dragging on his scalp. Shivers coursed through him, and he groaned into you, pressing you closer to him.

"You wouldn't mind having a foreign girlfriend?" You asked, your tone playful and light. "You'd get some looks hanging around me, you know. I'm not very familiar with some of the cultural traditions you may have, either "

"Do I look like a traditional kind of guy to you, babe?"

Zhao leaned back, one of his hands reaching up to hold your neck. His thumb traced over your kiss-swollen lips, and he smiled at the way they parted for him on instinct. "Nah, I don't care about something like that. You're sexy and beautiful. Whip-smart. And your accent is just too cute to resist."

"Again with the accent! I can't help it. Don't make me bite you."

His laugh could tame tigers and soothe lions. You melted deeper into him, caught up in his redolence. "I don't know what you said, baby, but you sound so fucking hot when you talk like that."

You kissed him again, your tongue forcing its way past his lips. A laugh and groan, all in one from him, rumbled against your mouth and he pressed you closer still. Heat was rising in you, a deep need for Zhao to touch you even more. Your hips rolled against him, the only resistance being each other's clothes.

"Mm, does my baby want something?"

His teasing would be the death of you.

"I want you," you moaned. "Zhao…"

His strength surprised you as he held your thighs firmly and lifted himself up from your couch. He knew your apartment like the back of his hand, easily being able to navigate the two of you to your bedroom as you kissed him senselessly, legs wrapped around his waist.

A delighted squeal left your lips and he tossed you onto your bed, and he admired the way you looked sprawled out beneath him. Carefully, slowly, he stripped himself of his shirt and tossed it aside. Zhao had full confidence in his appearance, but it was always nice to see how you shamelessly eye-fucked him every time he undressed.

His lips left a trail of kisses from your thighs, to your stomach, the valley of your breasts…until finally he rested himself upon you and took your lip between his teeth in a gentle bite.

"I'm gonna take care of you tonight, baby girl," he purred. "Feel free to talk dirty to me in that sexy language of yours, though, yeah? It gets me all hot and bothered."

#zhao tianyou #request #anon answered #yakuza 7 #tianyou zhao #yakuza like a dragon #yakuza 7 imagine #tianyou zhao x reader #zhao x reader

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Chapter 13

Leaving the jungle

You toss and turn as you sleep, Damian walks back in from rebandaging his waist to see you locked in the fetal position quietly crying as the nightmare happens. He feels his whole soul ripped out of his body as he slowly puts his hand on your shoulder gently shaking you as your body shakes with sobs as the dream continues until you jump up and your eyes shoot open in fear as you curl your knees to your chest "It felt so real...I" he pulls you to him as you shake and sob hiding your face in the crook of his neck until you slowly feel safe again and fall asleep on his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around you as he stares at you asleep, "I'm going to get us home i promise you" he kisses your forehead as he eventually falls asleep until you both wake up that next morning and clean your wounds and rebandage them all until you suddenly hear a loud noise immediately standing still in fear until it is quiet and a voice yells out one that makes both your eyes widen "Guys! Are you here?! The chopper saw the roofs and reported it to us! There's a boat not far away!" you both run out and see the person that neither of you have seen in nine weeks "LAVI!" you both run down and hug her tightly as the boat pulls up and you are taken out and away from the jungle. You both ask Lavi of everything that happened after the two of you went missing and what she tells you not only has the two of you crying and thanking her nonstop but it truly showed that someone cared and wouldn't give up on both of you "I had went to the house that day but you guys were gone so I went on the trail and while I was walking, I heard screaming and the water flooding... I managed to tie myself to a tree with vines and waited before walking ahead and finding two separate effects you two wore, one was a bandana that I had seen him wear and the other was the sunglasses you wore on your head when we met...I just knew something had happened and immediately went back to my place and called search teams, we searched for two weeks before going to a small military camp and explaining how much we needed more help...at first they weren't having any part but after four weeks and when I punched the commander they all quickly agreed to mount multiple searches throughout the jungle" the two of you were in disbelief after hearing her story and after the boat stopped and the two of you were taken through town to the military camp to be helped, you both hugged her tightly before people in town stopped in front of the two of you to give you water and food before an older woman sat in front of you and spoke to you "God truly saved both of you, he knows that one can't live without the other" you smile as you both talk to her and share a hug learning her name was Evita. You both arrive at the military camp and everyone is amazed that not only that the two of you were even found but that you were both alive as the two of you were taken in a tent where doctors and nurses were waiting as lavi stared down the cold hearted commander "I told you they were alive" he rolls his eyes as she stands right in front of him, he speaks in spanish saying something that makes her snap as a nurse opens the tent for the two of you to talk to her when you both see lavi grab and hit the commander with a gun and hold him on the ground "YOU WERE GOING TO LET THEM DIE WITHOUT GIVING A DAMN LIKE YOU'VE DONE BEFORE AND IF ANYONE ISN'T GOING TO SAY ANYTHING I MIGHT AS WELL SINCE I AM THE ONLY REAL DAMN HUMAN HERE" the commander is taken by a law enforcement officer after he cuts lavi's face with a knife and even points a machine gun at her before military officers pull the gun away, she has the cut stitched and you all smile at each other as the officer tells her he would be arrested for multiple charges learning how much the two of you affected lavi and her life.

#into the jungle #wwe x reader #damian priest #wwe #damian priest x reader

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18th April >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Thursday, Third Week of Eastertide

Saint Laserian (or Molaise), Bishop.

Thursday, Third Week of Eastertide

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: B(II))

First Reading Acts of the Apostles 8:26-40 Philip baptizes a eunuch.

The angel of the Lord spoke to Philip saying, ‘Be ready to set out at noon along the road that goes from Jerusalem down to Gaza, the desert road.’ So he set off on his journey. Now it happened that an Ethiopian had been on pilgrimage to Jerusalem; he was a eunuch and an officer at the court of the kandake, or queen, of Ethiopia, and was in fact her chief treasurer. He was now on his way home; and as he sat in his chariot he was reading the prophet Isaiah. The Spirit said to Philip, ‘Go up and meet that chariot.’ When Philip ran up, he heard him reading Isaiah the prophet and asked, ‘Do you understand what you are reading?’ ‘How can I’ he replied ‘unless I have someone to guide me?’ So he invited Philip to get in and sit by his side. Now the passage of scripture he was reading was this:

Like a sheep that is led to the slaughter-house, like a lamb that is dumb in front of its shearers, like these he never opens his mouth. He has been humiliated and has no one to defend him. Who will ever talk about his descendants, since his life on earth has been cut short!

The eunuch turned to Philip and said, ‘Tell me, is the prophet referring to himself or someone else?’ Starting, therefore, with this text of scripture Philip proceeded to explain the Good News of Jesus to him. Further along the road they came to some water, and the eunuch said, ‘Look, there is some water here; is there anything to stop me being baptised?’ He ordered the chariot to stop, then Philip and the eunuch both went down into the water and Philip baptised him. But after they had come up out of the water again Philip was taken away by the Spirit of the Lord, and the eunuch never saw him again but went on his way rejoicing. Philip found that he had reached Azotus and continued his journey proclaiming the Good News in every town as far as Caesarea.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 65(66):8-9,16-17,20

R/ Cry out with joy to God, all the earth. or R/ Alleluia!

O peoples, bless our God, let the voice of his praise resound, of the God who gave life to our souls and kept our feet from stumbling.

R/ Cry out with joy to God, all the earth. or R/ Alleluia!

Come and hear, all who fear God. I will tell what he did for my soul: to him I cried aloud, with high praise ready on my tongue.

R/ Cry out with joy to God, all the earth. or R/ Alleluia!

Blessed be God who did not reject my prayer nor withhold his love from me.

R/ Cry out with joy to God, all the earth. or R/ Alleluia!

Gospel Acclamation

Alleluia, alleluia! The Lord, who hung for us upon the tree, has risen from the tomb. Alleluia!

Or: John 6:51

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the living bread which has come down from heaven, says the Lord. Anyone who eats this bread will live for ever. Alleluia!

Gospel John 6:44-51 I am the living bread which has come down from heaven.

Jesus said to the crowd:

‘No one can come to me unless he is drawn by the Father who sent me, and I will raise him up at the last day. It is written in the prophets: They will all be taught by God, and to hear the teaching of the Father, and learn from it, is to come to me. Not that anybody has seen the Father, except the one who comes from God: he has seen the Father. I tell you most solemnly, everybody who believes has eternal life.

‘I am the bread of life. Your fathers ate the manna in the desert and they are dead; but this is the bread that comes down from heaven, so that a man may eat it and not die. I am the living bread which has come down from heaven. Anyone who eats this bread will live for ever; and the bread that I shall give is my flesh, for the life of the world.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Laserian (or Molaise), Bishop

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: B(II))

First Reading Acts of the Apostles 13:46-49 Since you have rejected the word of God, we must turn to the pagans.

Paul and Barnabas spoke out boldly. ‘We had to proclaim the word of God to you first, but since you have rejected it, since you do not think yourselves worthy of eternal life, we must turn to the pagans. For this is what the Lord commanded us to do when he said:

I have made you a light for the nations, so that my salvation may reach the ends of the earth.’

It made the pagans very happy to hear this and they thanked the Lord for his message; all who were destined for eternal life became believers. Thus the word of the Lord spread through the whole countryside.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 88(89):2-5,21-22,25,27