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andreafmn · 4 months

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12 Days of Ficmas ❅ Day 4

Word Count: 1.6K Paring: Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader Prompt @a-cure-for-writers-block: mothering their S/Os younger siblings and making sure they're getting enough to eat

Summary: Lip Gallagher has had a hell of a year, and most of the time he doesn't think he deserve the mercy he's been shown. But (Y/N) will stop at nothing to make sure he and his family know they are taken care of. And he knows it.

A/N: a bit late, but still published. Also, this is very short and sweet and does not follow the canon after season 5. Kind of went off path to give Lip a bit of a quicker redemption. Hope y'all enjoy!

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“Yo, Lip,” Ian’s sleepy voice rang through his brother’s phone. “Uh, your girlfriend is over here, and I think she’s gone crazy.”

“What you mean?” Lip chuckled as he rubbed his hands together to warm them up. “‘Cause that’s a lot coming from you.”

“Very funny,” he laughed sarcastically. “No, but she made Christmas puke on the house, and she’s been cooking nonstop since this morning. She hounded us all morning until we ate breakfast and wouldn’t stop until we sat down at the table.” ”

Lip couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face as he pictured his girlfriend with her face dirtied by food, her hair tied back and away from her face, and her voice carrying around the house as she made sure everyone had eaten. It was one of the things he loved about her and one of the reasons he was glad she had come into his life. “Look, I’ll be home soon,” he chuckled. “Can you just make sure she actually eats? I know she’s gonna forget.”

“Fine,” Ian groaned. “Just hurry up.”

(Y/N) had come into Lip’s life at a moment when he was sure his life would have gone down the rails. She has become his sense of normalcy in his less-than-normal life. He had needed something to ground him back to earth, and that was exactly what she had done. After being so close to rock bottom he could taste the soil on the ground, she had been the only one that had been able to bring him back to his feet.

As he got off the L, he wondered what she could have ever seen in him. She was smart and beautiful and a complete juxtaposition to the man he was. She was sunshine where he was rain, she was happiness where he was gloom, she was future while he was stuck in the past. And she was everything he never thought he needed.

The moment he reached the house, he could hear the chatter from his family and the smell of (Y/N)’s cooking. Inside, Liam, Carl, and Ian were hypnotized by the TV while (Y/N) and Debbie talked away in the kitchen.

Ian had not lied. The Gallagher house had been decorated like it had never been before. From garlands to stockings above the fireplace, to a massive Christmas tree in front of the stairs, it was a scene that had never lived inside that house. “Yo, you weren’t kidding, huh?” Lip chuckled as he shook off his jacket. “Didn’t think we’d ever have these many decorations.”

“And presents,” Carl grinned. “Check under the tree.”

Just like his younger brother had pointed, under the pine rested a couple of boxes wrapped in kraft paper. Each of them had every one of the Gallagher’s names written on them and a glittering red bow around them. It truly was more than Lip could have ever expected.

“Ian, did she eat something?”

“Yeah,” he said. “She’s also been pecking at everything she’s doing.”

“Alright, thanks.”

Taking the scenery in, Lip walked into the kitchen to find (Y/N) wearing a dirty apron and plates balanced on her arms.

“You’re home,” she smiled, kissing his cheek as she walked past him to give the three boys each a plate. “Good. There’s a plate for you in the microwave. I made some turkey sandwiches for lunch. Light enough to not fill you guys up for dinner but strong enough to tide you over until then.”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” the boys chorused before digging into their sandwiches and focusing back on the TV.

“This is so good, (Y/N),” Debbie exclaimed from the breakfast table. “I don’t know how you’re not studying to be a chef.”

“I cook for fun, not for work,” the young woman smiled. “That’s what engineering school is for.”

“I’m just saying,” she shrugged. “If the genius stuff doesn’t work out, you could definitely be a chef.”

“Thank you, Debs,” (Y/N) responded. “And speaking of school, how was your last final, babe? I know this semester has been a bit hard.”

Understatement of the century, Lip had thought. He couldn’t understand how he had not been expelled after everything he had done the year before. He had been so close to losing it all. Had it not been for (Y/N) stopping him before he smashed Youens car and speaking up on his behalf at the disciplinary meeting, he was sure he would have gotten a worse punishment than a semester suspension. She had been the saving grace he didn’t know he needed, and she was the reason he understood he needed help.

Lip had inherited more than a hard life from his parents, he’d fallen victim to their addictive genetics and gone off the deep end with a bottle of liquor in hand. But somehow, she had been there to pull him up while he was down and walk beside him as he got back onto the right path. She stayed with him as he rebuilt himself into the man people believed he was.

“I think it went pretty well,” he said before taking a bite of his sandwich. “Won’t know until after the break, but if midterms were anything to go by, I did good.”

“That’s good. I’m pretty sure you did very well,” she smiled as she sat beside him, placing a hand on his and a coffee cup in front of his plate. “And I know you’re tired, but I’m gonna need you to help me prep the table for dinner tonight. Kev, V, and the girls are coming over. Fiona can’t make it, but she’ll try for actual Christmas Day or New Year's.”

“You’ve got everything planned out already, don’t you?” Lip chuckled. “Not that I am surprised in any way, shape or form.”

“I would have told you earlier, but I wanted you to focus on your exams,” she said before turning to the boys in the living room. “Hey, guys! Remember to wash your dishes when you’re done! I’m gonna need them for tonight.”

“Yes, (Y/N),” they chorused back.

“You got them very well trained,” Debbie laughed. “Where have you been all our lives?”

“Just on the other side of town,” the girl smiled. “Now hurry and finish eating. We’ve got work to do.”

After everyone finished their lunch and the how was suddenly dispersed of children, (Y/N) and Lip set off to work. While she waltzed around the kitchen, he rearranged the formal dining area to fit all the guests. As he walked around the house, the young man wanted to laugh. He remembered a time when that type of domesticity would have sent him running, searching for the easiest way to drown his fears of commitment and stability. But there he was, setting tables for a dinner party that his girlfriend had cooked, and he didn’t feel the jittery need to escape. He didn’t feel the anxious desire to feel alcohol burn its way down his throat and fill him with a mirage of confidence. He wanted to stay.

“Hey,” he whispered after he had finished his task, snaking his arms around her waist and kissing her cheeks. “Thanks for doing this.”

“Of course,” she smiled, leaning into the comfort and warmth of his touch. “Do you think there’s enough food I don’t know if I should set out some snacks for the kids while the turkey is finished. Maybe dinner is too late for Jemma and Amy. I should set some snacks out.”

“(Y/N), baby,” he chuckled. Lip flipped her around, kissing her lips softly to stop her rambling. “There’s enough food, and they should be starving by dinner. You worked hard enough on all these dishes, they need to be eaten.”

“And they will, but…”

“You really enjoy mommying them, don’t you?” Lip grinned lovingly. “You know they’re not kids anymore –other than Liam. The other ones are all teenagers, they know how to get food when they’re hungry.”

“I know that. But I just wanna make sure they know there’s someone here that cares about them other than you now that Fiona’s gone,” she admitted, her eyes falling onto the hands she pressed to his chest. “And I want them to like me, Lip. I’m in it for the long run, babe.”

“If there’s one thing I can assure you, it’s that the Gallagher family loves you,” he smiled. His hand caressed her cheek softly, and it surprised him that only a year before, his knuckles would have been ripped and bloodied. But not with her. Never with her. “And if you keep cooking like this for them, they’ll make sure you’re here forever.”

“And what about you? Would you want me to stay forever?”

Lip couldn’t help the smile that spread across his mouth. As he stared into her eyes, it took everything inside him not to spoil the plans he had for Christmas morning. He wanted to give her all the reassurance she could need with the ring he had hidden deep in his underwear drawer. But when he had a plan, it was hard to divert from it. “How could I want anything else?” he grinned. “Now, why don’t we finish up here so we can have a little treat before dinner ourselves?”

“Philip Gallagher,” she exclaimed at his advance, slapping his chest playfully. “I have too much work to do to be thinking about that.”

“Come on, I’ve only been thinking about this all day,” he groaned. “It’s the only thing that got me through that test.”

“Then you can wait a bit more,” she laughed. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while, baby. All good things come to those who wait.”

And, at that moment, she had no idea how much truth there was in that statement.

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theerurishipper · 8 months

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Anyway, I had a discussion a while back about how Adrien wasn't abused before Emilie's death and I gotta say I disagree, but I'm feeling too lazy to write a whole post about it so here are some bullet points.

Adrien has no friends except for Chloe. I wonder why the boy who is so desperate for emotional connections and friendships would not want to or try to make friends for 13 years except for one girl who is conveniently the daughter of the mayor of Paris unless his parents didn't let him.

Gabriel canonically only gave Adrien a stupid pen for three years (i.e. during the time Emilie was alive) and doesn't that paint a picture of a loving and attentive father. Adrien has also never had a birthday party before.

Adrien's lack of awareness of social cues doesn't make it seem like he is someone who was allowed to socialize like children normally are, and speaks to a lifelong isolation as opposed to it just starting after Emilie died.

Adrien doesn't act like someone who is used to unconditional love and had it stripped away from him. Never does he express confusion over his father's sudden turn from being loving to coldness, not once does he indicate that his father used to act way differently. And yes, Emilie being nice and loving is something that can coexist with her being a bad parent who at best simply allowed Gabriel to isolate Adrien from the world and at worst actively contributed. Adrien only ever mentions that she was nice, not that she ever disagreed with his father on how to raise him.

Please do correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think a child who is used to being assured of his own worth and loved so unconditionally for 13 years would so completely internalize the contradictory idea that he has to earn love by being whatever the other person wants him to be in the span of less than a year without any trouble and with no doubts or confusion at all as to why everything is so different from before. The practiced way he wears his masks around others without once suggesting that it was different before at some point indicates that this has been the norm for him. And not once does he seem to expect anything different from anyone as opposed to just Gabriel. You would expect that someone who is used to being unconditionally loved would just expect that and view his father as an exception to the rule, but that's not the case.

To continue from the previous point, Adrien doesn't react to being shown unconditional love like someone who has experienced the feeling before would. Not once does he bemoan the loss of his supposed better treatment prior to Emilie's death. He acts genuinely surprised and shocked when Gabriel is nice to him, like he's never experienced it before. The way he clings to Ladybug's unconditional support like it's the best thing he's ever had doesn't speak of someone who was raised with unconditional love in abundance. He genuinely does not know how to not put up a front all the time in front of everyone because he believes that is what everyone expects of him, which is something that he probably shouldn't think if he spent 13 years of his life being loved and supported unconditionally and being able to be himself.

As evidence for this being a lifelong thing and not just something that started after Emilie died, consider the fact that Adrien's childhood dream is to be whatever his parents wanted him to be. Idk about y'all but the fact that this child had no dreams and desires of his own except to be his parents' little doll says a lot about how he was raised, and only proves that he's never really seen himself as someone who gets to have his own desires outside of pleasing his parents and having to earn their love even as a child, proving my point that this isn't something that started less than a year ago.

No, but Wishmaker really did shit all over the "Adrien's life only became bad after Emilie's death" argument huh. I sincerely question why anyone thinks that Emilie wasn't abusive after watching that episode.

And idk, the fact that he was constantly mind-controlled by his parents his whole life should be enough to understand that they are abusive pieces of shit.

My impression is that it got worse after Emilie died but was pretty bad before already (I mean, I thought it couldn't get much worse than mind-control, but Gabriel the asshat managed to make it happen). But honestly, the show has such an inconsistent tone with their portrayal of Emilie. They seem to want her to be seen as a good and loving and perfect mother, but then there are so many unfortunate implications regarding her treatment of Adrien that they just... do not acknowledge.

#MLB #Miraculous Ladybug #Adrien Agreste #Gabriel Agreste #Emilie Agreste #Chat Noir #Meta #My meta #ML Salt #ML Writing Salt #Abuse cw #Abuse tw

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blueberrypancakesworld · 22 days

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Metal on you little mouse

Karl Heisenberg x fem!reader

warning : smutish, implied dubiouse consent, kiss, collar, Heisenberg uses his power a little diffrent, no use of Y/n, some german words

Summary : There were four houses in the neighbourhood, including Karl Heisenberg, a man who liked soft, fragile things as well as hard metal, so why not pay his little mouse a visit again?

Info : So my second piece for this pretty Lord and I had this idea and wanted to explore it further so have fun reading and hope you like it.

@thatsthewrongwallcraig hope you still know whitch idea I mean ;)

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The factory just outside the village seemed to be the only thing that brought anything like modernity or progress to the medieval-looking village.

The torches that lit up the village at night, the oil lamps that swung back and forth and the wooden fences were almost pathetic compared to the Heisenberg factory - even the lady's castle seemed strange and out of place.

The sounds of the factory were always too metallic, robotic and flesh meeting metal. But deep, deep inside the factory there was another sound, the sound of a man walking through the factory in heavy leather boots.

He entered the rooms and corridors where only he had access to, simply shoving aside the metal of the door with his powers where any other normal person would only have been able to get in with dynamite. The room behind it was probably the only one not taken over by the factory - on the contrary, the room seemed almost too normal.

Like something out of a furniture store, a normal room, a room that wasn't his, a room that belonged to her. ,,Little mouse, are you awake?" he asked and a grin appeared under his hat, a grin that looked like joy. His greenish blue eyes looked at the body lying on the bed facing away from him.

The light blanket, especially in the colder days, just invited him to lie next to her, to press her sweet, frail body against his, for how could she ever defend herself from all these dangerous monsters? The Overlord turned away from her for a moment and looked around the room, ,,Our home darling," he had said, remembering his words when he had first shown it to her.

Her body in front of him ignoring the look of bewilderment on her face showing her everything from the wardrobe with the pretty simple clothes just enough not to look sloppy but free enough for him to have her to himself.

The pictures on the wall photos of her and him, landscapes and a few paintings she had done in the beginning. ,,Such an interesting butterfly you are darling," he praised, running his leather-gloved fingers over her paintings almost as if he were touching them like he did every night. His favourite.

Turning back to her, he walked the last few metres towards the bed and sat down next to her, the mattress giving way slightly under his size and weight. ,,Aufwachen kleine Maus" he said in German, giving her the nickname appropriate to her form beside him, a thought that had him in its grip.

Such a pretty woman, his favourite soft and gentle in such a harsh environment…he took what he deserved for the plan he would soon make.

Slipping the gloves from his hands so as not to stain her body with extra oil, dirt and blood, he pulled the blanket from her body piece by piece, releasing her. ,,So pretty," he murmured with a broad smile when he saw that she was still wearing his shirt from the previous night. It was much too big for her, of course, the sleeves twice as long and it ended just above her knees like a little extra blanket.

He ran his rough hands over the crumpled fabric, giving himself a moment's rest before continuing with his plan of why he was here. ,,I know you're awake, darling," he said, letting his fingers settle suddenly and more roughly on her bust, which lay beneath the front of her shirt.

He felt the soft breasts under the fabric and smiled as he felt the slight flinch as he gently twisted her sensitive nipples between his fingers.

He usually kissed her body, loving her intimately night after night, she just had to be his, his pretty little bird and he loved her. But with day after day of the power of his "siblings" and the power of the holy woman, he too was more tense, no nothing could go wrong.

His other hand played with the end of the shirt, pulling it up ever so slightly, leaving little circles and his metallic leather smell mingled with her sweeter one.

A mix that wouldn't let him go and he wanted more. ,,Come on, wife, give me a kiss," he whispered to her and felt her tense up instantly when he called her the nickname she hated and he knew it only too well.

But his little mouse seemed to have more composure than he did because all at once he let go of her as he felt the metal around him with a simple thought.

Less than a second later, her body was moved against her will, against her own wishes, and she was only halfway up so as not to simply hang down. ,,Let me go," she said, not screaming but not quietly either, it was like a calm warning which he answered with a laugh that made the bed squeak.

Before he steered her body forwards to place his fingers on the metal collar he had given her. ,,Such a beauty…hate doesn't suit you darling," he rebuked, running his rough fingers over the skin of her neck as he had done many times before, sometimes gently, sometimes firmly, taking her breath away.

His darling was his whether she wanted it or not. She couldn't move, instead closing her eyes to avoid looking into his captivating gaze.

His voice could still influence her body as with his abilities it was like a moth being drawn to the light again and again. It was natural attractiveness with a hint of hopelessness and that he was the only one she still saw.

His other hand-free hand went to hers, the metal ring on her finger making her respond to his touch like a puppet he could control when he pleased.

,,I know it's all getting used to…but believe me it will get better" he tried again with gentleness like the other times he was always gentle to her he couldn't hurt her at all. He only wanted the best for her from the way he "housed" her here to his obsessive love with the hook and the ring.

A ring that showed their bond to everyone. One thought and he could feel her and know she was safe. Something he couldn't do without the metal it was all out of love. ,,My love, I know you like it too," he murmured to her, entangling her in another kiss, feeling her return his kiss with a gentle pressure on her hand, she didn't move and he turned his hand away from hers.

The length of her upper body slid down to the soft breasts that lay so perfectly in his hand, which he lavished with kisses when he had caused her "pain". Her hips, on which both his hands were placed, were covered in bright colours and gently kissed when she was a good girl.

All the way down to her thighs he felt the wince as he lightly squeezed the soft skin, his fingers digging into her flesh. He remembered the previous nights, the trembling of her body, the twitching of her legs when he pinned her in place with the metal.

Her moans echoed against the walls as he lay between her thighs, seeking his reward after a long day. ,,You're just my source of inspiration, you understand that, don't you?" he asked, seeing her nod briefly, but wanting to feel her love him just as much.

Sliding her body back onto the mattress, the two of them engaged in another kiss, a position that wasn't entirely forced, if that was even possible. Just as he was about to put his hands back on her body, he suddenly felt a vibration not only go through the floor but apparently also through the factory.

He felt something or someone explode his inventions. But it wasn't the power of Miranda or the annoying doll or the fish, it was human. ,,Sorry darling I'll be back with you as soon as I can, don't let you regret it" he said giving her one last kiss on the forehead from which she turned away which he ignored as he pulled his gloves back on and pushed the door aside with his strength only to slam it back into the wall harder than ever.

No one, not even Ethan Winters, would get it, his darling was his and he would kill even Miranda if she threatened them. He was the only one she needed and that would never change.

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#resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader

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to-eat-laugh-love-in-peace · 3 months

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So I’ve seen people point out how the tips of the sandsteamer’s Plant’s hands darkened after her and Vash worked together to slow the Sandsteamer down before it could crash onto Hopeland before but I haven’t seen anyone so far point it out in relation to Legato and Zazie’s short convo in the truck in a previous scene where Zazie reminds him that they still need to bring the Plant back to July when Legato telekinetically takes the Sandsteamer off its course to head to Hopeland instead of July, to which Legato responds that there’s no need to worry, they’ll bring it back without a scratch. If that doesn't sound like famous last words uttered moments before disaster then I don’t know what does.

Now I’ve theorized in a previous post here that when Legato meets Vash after the two-year timeskip, he’s going to be in that ridiculous casket/full-body cast looking contraption. And I gave a couple of reasons for how that could be the case such as Legato probably only being sent to intercept the Sandsteamer just to retrieve its Plant to bring back to July, to Knives, and to possibly tire Vash out a bit so he'd be in a lot more vulnerable state when he finally confronted Knives, but then it ended up with him risking Wolfwood’s contract to be made null in the even that he actually succeeded in getting him to kill Livio and destroying Hopeland using the Sandsteamer or getting him to destroy the Sandsteamer and kill everyone onboard to save Hopeland and Vash’s scheduled arrival in July being delayed by like half a day because he ended up passing out at the end of the episode.

But after doing another rewatch I realized that the Plant having burned themselves out a bit to help Vash slow the Sandsteamer down to the point their fingertips darkened already made for a pretty good reason alone for my theory that Legato was bodily torn apart by Knives after he returned to July off-screen which would lead him to be put in a ridiculous casket/full-body cast looking contraption. Because like, no wonder Knives views or treats his own subordinates, his own worshippers, just like he would any human if someone like Legato who’s been shown to be so devoted to him pulls shit like this that leads to one of his sisters burning themselves out to put a stop to it.

Anyways hope this theory comes true one way or another and he shows up in S2 in that ridiculous casket/full-body cast looking contraption if only for the absolutely hilarious picture it would make. Like it’s one thing for Legato to use his powers to conceal his normal looking self while he talks to Vash in the middle of a very crowded plaza but it’s another thing for Legato to conceal himself using his power while he’s wearing any variation of that thing he dons for a good portion of Trimax, each iteration being more ridiculous that the last, while he talks to Vash in the middle of a very crowded plaza like. Just IMAGINE. @tristampparty

#Trigun #Tristamp #Trigun Stampede #Trigun Theory #tristampparty #Vash the Stampede #Vash Saverem #Nicholas the Punisher #Nicholas D. Wolfwood #Legato Bluesummers #Zazie the Beast

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filmbyjy · 2 years

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JAM OUT - seven! a very much needed explaination [written]

synopsis > who knew you’d break the first rule of being in a friends with benefits relationship? maybe it was lee heeseung himself that made you catch feelings. either ways, he doesn’t do feelings and you knew that. as your relationship with heeseung strains so does the band. what happens then?

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warnings: light smut but not entirely, I’m just talking about when the fwb situation started.

note: uhh this is different writing because unfortunately I did not save it anywhere before my account got deleted but hey, new writing (sort of)

you would be lying if you say you didn’t create that song for lee heeseung, the man who took your virginity. the same lee heeseung you’ve known since middle school.

yes, you knew heeseung since middle school. it was a shocker but didn’t want to tell anyone you’ve met him since then. so you kept it secret and just simply told everyone you knew him since high school.

one thing you did miss about heeseung’s middle school phase was the fact that he wore cute glasses, it adorned his chubby cheeks. you missed that but by the time high school happened.

lee heeseung was the hot topic of every grade. girls constantly lined up for him but of course heeseung never let you go. you were his one true friend out of everyone. until a little bit later, the boys came into the picture. along with yeji and ryujin. it was all great.

but falling for him was a huge mistake. you told yourself, you were not in love with him. it was impossible. not when he started playing with every girl’s heart! how could like someone so heartless.

and you did. you foolishly fell for lee heeseung. never confessing to him, watching your heartbreak left and right when he ignores you. it was painful.

painful enough for your own brother to notice. which is when jungwon devised a plan, he cant let his sister be sad. never. jake and sunoo became your distraction, all thanks to jungwon. however, you didn’t know. you simply thought they just wanted to be your friend. jungwon cant let you know that, it would break your heart.

first year of college happened and then decelis was formed. becoming a band was out of the ordinary but not exactly. not when you and heeseung were the ones who started this.

of course, in college everyone wanted to loose their virginity and you lost yours. it was all in the courtesy of heeseung. it happened on any fine normal day, one that you and heeseung grew accustomed to in your shared home.

it was warm out so you chose to wear some scandalous short skirt to classes, paired with one of your laciest underwear you had. you clearly underestimated the weather after and you were to lazy to change into something else by the time it started to get colder.

as you laid on your tummy, you moved around a little and your skirt rides up your thighs. you were sure lee heeseung was a pervert because he could clearly see your underwear.

“pull down your skirt, I can see your lacy panties.” heeseung says as he continues to type away on his phone, probably talking to some random hook up for the night.

you yelp, “what the fuck.”

“what? its a normal reaction for a boy to notice a girl’s panties are being shown.”

“uhhh no its not. moreover, you do not see me as a woman.”

“(name), you live with like hormonal boys. I am sure its a normal reaction and what do you mean we don’t see you as a woman?”

“well for one, you definitely do not see me in that light.”

“what do you mean?” heeseung sits up.

“you don’t think I’m worthy enough to be fucked.”

“(name), that’s complete bullshit.”

“then prove it.”

once you uttered those words out from your mouth, heeseung pushes you down onto your mattress. your hands on either side of your head. heeseung’s silver chain dangling just above you. the same silver chain that you gave him in middle school as a birthday present. it’s surprising to see him still wearing it after all these years.

“didn’t take you for a bratty bitch.”

“heeseung, let go.” you struggled under him.

“you wanted me to prove it, baby.” oh how the nickname gave shivers down your spin.

“i didn’t mean it literally.”

“oh really now? why does your body respond to my touch hmm? do you want me that badly?”

“no.”

“its bad to lie, babe.” your heart races a million times worst. heeseung’s eyes dripping with lust as he continues to stare down at you. your body betrays you and you whimper.

“im sorry. please, I need you.” with that, heeseung smirks. he leans down captures your lips.

part of you thought this was bad. friends shouldn’t kiss. it must’ve preoccupied your mind too much that you didn’t kiss heeseung back. he pulls away and looks at you with worry.

“you know, if you dont want this. we don’t have to do it.”

“no, its okay. take my virginity, lee heeseung.”

it was all that took for lee heeseung to actually take your virginity that night.

and apparently, he couldn’t get enough of you because he came back for more. despite not talking about it the day before. which hurt you though you knew it was a one time thing.

“lets become fuck buddies.” he asks on a random day in the living room.

you look around the living room, hoping none of the other boys were around, “what?”

“they aren’t around. I miss your body. you were the best sex partner I ever had.”

“oh so you didn’t miss me.”

“(name), you know what I mean.”

it was silent.

“fine. let’s be fuck buddies.”

there were rules implied in your sex buddy relationship. one, you were loyal to each other and no one could have another sex buddy. it seems as though you’ve underestimated heeseung because clearly, no fuckboy would keep his true words. 2 months later, the rule was long forgotten, heeseung continued to fuck around with other girls whilst fucking you on the occasion.

deep down it hurt you. it got you all mad.

and that’s when you realise…

you were falling for lee heeseung

again.

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Church Encounters

-- This is a part 2 to Church Encounters which is being turned into a series that I am writing in collaboration with @Igg5989, she will also be posting this on her Ao3 account

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Part 1

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You hadn’t been able to catch Jake alone at all and as you didn’t have his phone number, you found yourself using the same communication method he had used on you by writing a note and stuffing it in his locker. You saw him read it after training on Tuesday and by Wednesday morning he had successfully forced your number out of one of Cyclone’s children and texted you to confirm a pickup time.

You were more nervous than you would have liked to admit. Church had always made you a little giddy, but usually you didn’t bother planning an outfit five days in advance. And yet, you had started to fuss as soon as you got Jake’s text. You weren’t even sure why, because Jake was just a friend and he didn’t seem to want to be anything else, as he had shown you by behaving perfectly normally at work. Maybe he was just lonely at church? Although, he had mentioned being a youth minister and as they usually sat together, you strongly doubted that was it.

Well, you were sure why. Halo’s tease about your crush was a little truer than you would have liked. You had always thought he was handsome and maybe even funny, but in the previous week, Jake hadn’t left your head for even a second. The images of his genuine smile, of how he shyly looked at his shoes when he admitted to being a Youth Pastor, and the picture of Youth Minister Jake caring for a bunch of children were torturing you every moment of the day. You were dangerously close to falling in love with the Jake you had briefly met at church, and the more you thought about him, the more you believed that that had been the real Jake.

In your worry about the date, you had missed the fact that Jake hadn’t been behaving as normal. His usual happy, calm, cool, collected and totally chill personality had turned and he had been on edge. Jake had snapped and shot you a nervous look whenever any of the team made an unsavoury quip or a rude comment. He couldn’t figure out why either, because you had heard it all before, you knew who he was. You knew how he was. And maybe that was what scared him.

Jake hadn’t a single thought that didn’t involve you in about a week. He thought sleep might bring him respite from the images of you that were filling his brain but his head seemed insistent on waking him up every few hours to replay the moment you turned when he had seen you in church. Your neatly curled hair had bounced back under the veil as you had turned to face him, revealing your full appearance. He had felt his heart backflip in his chest. And he didn’t know why the damn veil was making his legs turn to jelly. He had seen plenty of catholic women wear them during mass, and yet, the thoughts that had swirled through his mind as he helped you remove it had almost made him want to drop to his knees where he had stood and repent.

By the time everyone parted ways on Friday evening, most of the team had noticed how Jake seemed to be steeling himself for something. Nobody had been able to guess what though, even you.

When Sunday finally came along, Jake had been the perfect gentleman. He had abandoned his friends on the front pew to sit at the back with you. You liked the back of the church, it offered the best view of the congregation and of the altar of the Lord, and the microphone Father John spoke into carried his words well enough that you heard everything without the annoying ringing noise that the Youth Ministers usually had to suffer through.

The only distracting things were Jake’s nervous fidgeting as Mass went on and the pointed looks Cyclone and his wife seemed to be throwing in your direction every five minutes. It was making concentrating on whatever Father John was saying terribly hard. Then, as the moment you were waiting for approached, Jake let out a breath.

"Peace be with you" You told the person to your right. She smiled at you.

"Peace be with you" your neighbour replied.

You turned to Jake and repeated it again, holding your hand out for him to shake. You had been pathetically waiting for any excuse to hold his hand almost all morning. Surprisingly, instead of shaking your hand with his left hand, Jake grabbed it with his right hand and held it. He leaned in a little and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"Peace be with you" he whispered against your skin.

It sent a shiver straight down your spine. Jake stood straight again beside you, looking in front of him and gently dropped your hand.

You let out a shaky breath as you tried to concentrate on what Father John was saying but your brain wouldn't cooperate. Instead, it replayed what you felt when Jake kissed your cheek. The feeling of his silky soft lips, his clean shaven skin, his hot breath against your skin and the gentle tickle of your cheek when he spoke. It all felt a little too much.

And yet, you couldn't help but wonder if you would have reacted the same at work. If you had been joking around on base, would you have blushed or dizzy at the feeling of his kiss? Or would you have shot him a look and kept going with your day.

Probably the latter. At work you wouldn't have cared, it could have been a joke or a prank. But here, in church, it all felt so intimate.

While your thoughts ran amok, the service went on and soon enough, it was time for the Lord's prayer.

You forced your thoughts to concentrate. You clasped your hands in front of you to give them a purpose and stared right at Father John as you spoke the first few words of the prayer

"Our Father, which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name. Thy Kingdom come." Jake shifted next to you. His right arm moved in front of you and he grazed the back of your hand with his finger. Almost instinctively, your hands undid themselves and fell to your side, where Jake, still praying, intertwined his fingers with yours.

"Thy will be done on earth, As it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, The power, and the glory, For ever and ever. Amen."

The rest of mass went by in a blur.

As you walk out of church the only thing you can think of is Mr Darcy and the way he flexes his hand after helping Elisabeth onto the carriage. You used to laugh at him with your sisters. You used to snicker at his reaction, at his inability to talk or act normal when Elisabeth was near. And now, you could practically feel him smile through the pages of the book.

Your skin felt searing hot where he had touched it. He hadn’t even held your hand for long and still you felt that if you didn’t run it under a cold tap, you might get a mark.

And maybe you wanted a mark, the thought of which makes you blush. You hoped Jake wouldn’t notice, but when you stole a glance at him, you saw a cocky smile cover his face. At being caught, your face reddened even more, and you looked away from him, embarrassed that he potentially read your thoughts.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he started, “When I -- you know… earlier,” he finished lamely, obviously feeling nervous.

You let out a quiet sigh, “It’s fine -- I mean, you didn’t.”

At that moment, a sedan that was moving way too quickly down the road, hit the puddle that neither of you had noticed. You could almost swear it had swerved to drive over the water. You tried not to scream as the cold water washed over you, but it was no use, you let out a shrill shriek anyway. You felt a warm arm around your waist, and looked down to see that Jake had tried to take most of the puddle for you but with how fast the car was going, it hadn’t done much to protect you.

When you had laid out your outfit days ago, you had only thought of what was appropriate for a church date. You had foregone all thought of the weather and chosen a knee-length cream dress that you had once bought for a baptism and then never worn again. After all, Jake was picking you up, you were hardly going to get wet.

But as Jake stared at you in shock, a deep red blush creeping slowly down his neck, you realised in horror what must have happened. Your beautiful dress might as well have dissolved at the mere contact of the water, as when you looked down, you could perfectly see the pink bra and striped panties you had decided to wear.

“Fuck” you said aloud, now a blush was spreading across your own face for more than one reason.

“You kids okay?” you heard a familiar voice call out. Turning your head, you see Cyclone looking out of the window of his black Sedan at the two of you, drenched. Jake saw Peter, the eldest son, steal a glance at your form and his brain seemed to turn back on.

He took a protective step in front of you saying, “Car. Coat. I have a car in my coat. Nope, coat in my car. I have a coat in my car.”

“Do you need us to drive you back?” Cyclone asked but your answer was swallowed by the chattering of your teeth. It may have been surprisingly warm for September, but the puddle water that had soaked through your clothes had seemingly gone right through to your bones. You were freezing. Luckily, Jake returned with a coat before your lips could turn blue.

The coat was nice, leather on the outside but lined with wool on the inside. Patches on the arms and one on the chest told you it had once belonged to T. Seresin.

Before you could tell him you’ll be going home with Jake, Cyclone’s daughter Martha accidentally hit her father in the head with her Barbie doll and he turned around to scold her. Jake gently grabs you by the arm and guides you to his car.

“Get in, I’ll put the heated seat on,” He said, his own teeth starting to chatter now. His hands shook as he pulled the handle of the door and opened it for you.

He climbed in beside you a few seconds later, turning the heating on and pressing the heated seat button.

“I don’t think I’m feeling like breakfast out anymore” He laughed. Your heart dropped in your chest. As cold and miserable as you were feeling in the moment, you had really hoped to spend your morning in Jake’s company.

“If you want -- and I mean I completely understand if you don’t -- but if you want, wecouldgotomyappartmentandIcouldcookbreakfastforus” He said in a rush.

“S--sorry?” you asked, your teeth still chattering violently.

“I -- I could drive us to my apartment and cook us breakfast, I make a decent pancake,” He repeated, his eyes staring straight ahead at a mystery point in the distance and his bright red blush returning with a vengeance. “No, sorry that was totally inappropriate, I don’t know why I even asked, of course you --”

“Sure,” You said, giving him a small smile before a thought donned on you, “But I don’t have a change of clothes.”

“I have some,” he said quickly, looking at you now, his face hopeful.

You laughed before asking, “Won’t they be a little big?”

He looked at you with a sheepish look in his eyes, careful not to stare at anything in particular while still taking in your form.

“I have some stuff that might fit…” he said slowly as he put the car in drive.

Jake lived nearby in a military provided apartment. It was fairly large, a rare treat bestowed upon him by Cyclone after having been sworn to secrecy when the man had been left to fend for himself with three crying newborns after his wife had to be taken to hospital shortly after birth. They hadn’t hired you yet by that point, but Jake had been his children’s youth minister since he had been posted in California. A sleep deprived Cyclone had called upon him at three in the morning and begged him to help. The triplets were calmed and asleep by his hand twenty minutes after his arrival. The then Vice Admiral had looked at him with such a look of gratefulness that Jake had briefly feared that the man might kiss him. Instead, he had been rewarded with superior base housing and a crisp fifty dollar note for his trouble.

The flat was modern and comfortable, but the thing that impressed you most was the downright luxurious shower. You had wanted to stay there forever, but the fact that you were using up water you weren’t paying for made you hurry. You dried yourself with the fresh towels Jake had provided you and stepped out of the bathroom to find that he had laid out some clothes for you to wear.

You stepped out wearing Jake's old summer camp shirt and a pair of pyjama bottoms to find him starting the wash cycle on your wet clothes and measuring ingredients for the pancakes he had promised you in the car. He had changed too, as he now wore a more casual outfit in the form of sweatpants and a blue patterned t-shirt. He hadn't bothered to gel his hair, which resulted in it sticking up slightly due to the friction he must have created when rubbing it dry with his towel.

"Do you know how to crack an egg so it doesn't drop shell in the bowl?" He asked, holding out an egg for you to work with. You tapped it gently against the counter before driving both thumbs into the hard shell and pulling it apart at the seams of the neat break you had created. The egg fell out and into the bowl without breaking the yolk.

Jake had prepared three eggs for you to crack and with each crack of the other two you realised a little more how close he was standing to you.

It hadn't been his fault, he had already been standing there when you had slotted yourself in place between his chest and the counter. But as you stood there, you could feel his breath on your neck. That same deliciously warm breath that had hotwired your brain in church earlier in the morning. You felt your hairs raise on your neck and not a second later, you felt him move away.

"I don't really know how to do this," he confessed as he reached the other end of the kitchen, putting a respectful distance between you and him.

You laughed, “I thought you said you knew how to make a decent pancake?"

"No, I mean this" he said, gesturing around the room, when it was clear his vague movements weren't clearing up the situation he continued, "Dating you, I mean."

"You're doing okay so far," you said quietly, turning back to the bowl in front of you to hide the blush you could feel covering your cheeks.

Jake let out a small snort, "Just okay?"

"You're doing great,” you said again, giving him a small smile this time from over your shoulder. How could such a playboy be so nervous? You thought to yourself.

It is like Jake could read your mind, stuttering out the words faster than his mouth could move, "I've never dated anyone like -- I mean I've never dated anyone who knew me beforehand, you know? You've seen me to a lot of stupid shit, and now you've seen me at church and you've seen me pray and -- I am so nervous. Are you nervous?"

You laughed a little at his outburst, "I'm so nervous I don't really know what to do with myself," you admitted, folding your hands in front of you.

"How about we start over?" you ask, Jake raised an eyebrow. To answer his silent question, you stuck out a hand.

"My name is Y/n," you say, a smile on your face.

"My name is Jake," he said, taking your hand in his and gently kissing the back of it. You were sure that if your heart made another leap in your chest it would simply fly out of your body, never to be found again.

During breakfast you found yourself eating slower than usual, trying to prolong your time with him. You took your time to cut up your breakfast, spear it with your fork and chew it until eventually you had no choice but to swallow, eventually though, despite your best efforts, your plates were empty and there was no choice to move on. You gathered up the dirty dishes and stood at the sink, starting the washing process.

“You don’t have to do that,” Jake said gently, coming up behind you. The warmth of his body temperature made you want to back into him but you almost didn’t have to, as when Jake dropped his plate in the sink of soapy water, his hip bumped into your back and it sent a shiver up your spine.

“You cooked breakfast, the least I can do is clean it up,” you say, flashing him a smile and trying to steady your voice. You turned around to face him, drying your hands into a towel. He stood too close and not close enough to you. You could see every pore, every scratch and every curve on his face. His eyes stared straight into yours for a moment before he seemingly remembered something and moved away.

He shook his head at you, “I will dry and put them away then. My mom would kill me if she ever found out I let you wash dishes on our first date.”

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t find out then,” you say, “I still haven’t decided if you are going to get another. Can’t have you dying before the verdict is in.”

Jake laughed at your easy banter, “You’re telling me that getting splashed by a cold puddle isn’t your ideal first date?”

“Well, getting wet isn’t really what I wanted,” you said, only realising the innuendo in what you had said when Jake’s eyes dropped back to the floor with a blush and a laugh.

“You don’t seem to mind it so much right now,” Jake said, motioning to your hands in the soapy water.

“Oh, is this your secret for a successful first date then?” you asked sassily, a smile slowly covering your features.

“Well, yes, I do always try to get the girls wet,” he replied, his face turning a deep shade of red at the implication of what he said.

You just laughed, Jake was an enigma, he could be soft and a playboy all at the same time.

He let out a nervous laugh, “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“I don’t believe you,” you replied, still smiling as you started washing the dishes again.

“No, I promise. I’m trying to be good. Gentlemanlike, you know. I want to impress you,” he said, taking the plate that you were holding out to him.

You sighed, “You don’t need to be good, I’ve heard you make those jokes before,” you said, giving him a look that said you have heard worse from his mouth before. Jake seemed to flinch at your words, trying hard not to meet your gaze. Right, you had heard those jokes before. You’d heard every crass jab, every swear word,every brag about bedding a girl. You knew him.

“But that’s the thing, you shouldn’t have had to hear that, especially from my mouth,” Jake said, his voice sounding smaller than you had ever heard it, “My granddad always told me to treat women with respect, and if I’m being honest, he would probably be disappointed in how I have been acting as of late.”

You didn’t know what to say, was the Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin apologising?

“I’m not made out of glass, you know,” is what ended up coming out of your mouth.

“No, I know,” he sighed, trying to find the right words. “Truth is, I don’t care about saying these kinds of things with people I will never date, but I like you and I really hate that I never realised that before. I could have made a better first impression…”

“Jake,” you said, softly, “I don’t like you just for the side of you I got to see at church. I like both sides of you. You wouldn’t be you without the cocky aura you carry at work, or this softer side of you I get to see at church or just right now.”

It was true, you likely would never have been able to have a single conversation with Youth Minister Jake if Navy Jake hadn’t broken the ice. Jake wasn’t Jake without the self-confidence and love of flying, without those, he was just a pew mate.

Jake looked at you for a second, searching your eyes before saying, “Nah, you’re in it only for a piece of my smoking hot abs.”

He wasn’t sure why he’d said those words, and he regretted them almost immediately as he saw a blush burn on your cheeks. In truth, he had never been great with emotions and open displays of acceptance like that made him antsy.

You laughed nervously, this kind of flirting was something you had never gotten used to, “Oh yeah I’m totally in it for the sex, says the girl who’s never been kissed.”

He went still next to you, “You’ve never kissed anyone?!” he exclaimed. He knew you were about 25, and had graduated college, you weren’t a child. How has anyone gone through their life without kissing you? Especially since that was the only thing Jake had been able to think about since the puddle had soaked your clothes. Well, thing was, he’d wanted to do worse than just kiss you, especially when the water soaked through that dress and he could see the outline of a bra, and then panties. And then, something he was lucky you hadn’t noticed, how the water had continued its course through your garments and he had started to see the outline of something through your bra.

“Jake, I went to an all girls’ Catholic School, no I have not been kissed,” you said, some of your insecurity clear in your voice.

He continued to look at you confused, “So? you clearly didn’t just graduate…”

“I went to an all girls’ Catholic College…” you continued, huffing out a sigh, “After that, the Navy kept me busy…I don’t know…I just never found the right person I guess…” you trailed off, looking out the window over the sink. “Besides, it really wasn’t that long ago.”

He coughed nervously, “Well, I think that’s really sweet.”

“It’s really something…” you said, trying to find the right words.

“It’s great,” he reassured you, “I think it’s wonderful you waited for someone special. I wish I’d done that sometimes.”

“So you’re not put off by it?” you asked him, trying to hide the nerves in your voice.

He pulled you carefully into a chaste hug, the dishes long done, “Not at all,” he paused for a second, trying to fight the need to say something funny to diffuse the warm feeling he felt when you hugged him back and losing, “I think it’s kind of hot actually.”

You let out a girlish squeal and hit his chest, taking a step out of the hug, “Jake! You’re the worst!”

“I’m just being honest darlin’,” he said, a shit eating grin on his face.

The room descended into silence after that and before Jake could offer to take you home, figuring he had ruined the date by now anyway, you suggested that a rainy day was perfect for a movie marathon. You both sat down in front of the bookshelf in Jake’s spare room. It was sparsely inhabited by books but the bottom shelves were populated by enough dvd’s to restart Blockbusters without having to buy anything new.

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At the end of your date Jake drove you back. It was already late but you made a stop by the Hard Deck. Not to drink, as the bar always closed on Sundays, but because the parking lot allowed you to watch the sunset over the ocean with the least obstructed view.

"I had a great day today," you said, looking over at him from across the car.

"Me too. I would say I'm sorry for taking up your day instead of just your morning but err, I'm really not," He chuckled

You let out a laugh, "I'm free next Sunday, if you’re not too busy."

"I'll check my calendar," he said, opening an imaginary notebook and flipping through imaginary pages until he hit next Sunday's date, "Would you look at that, I'm all yours," he said goofily, giving you the most brilliant smile you had ever seen.

Gathering up your courage, you leaned towards Jake, who had turned his attention towards the sunset again, and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek. Although you were too close to properly see, you swore Jake's eyes fluttered closed and he let out a small sigh.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he said quietly, chuckling softly as he took your hand over the centre console

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Church Encounters pt2

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