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sayoneee · 3 months

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☆ AND I KNOW IT’S OVER (STILL I CLING)

percy jackson, who never seems to know when to quit, keeps coming back. (2.9k)

contains: percy jackson x daughter of minor god! reader. post tlo (alt universe - everyone lives). book percy descriptions. apollo (derogatory).

kashaf’s note: book percy descriptions bc that was my first love. (sry if i get some of the words wrong, english isnt my first language pls be patient!!)

SUMMER BURNS. at camp half-blood, the scorching heat has dwindled to soft caresses, from the heat of the fire during sing-alongs where your cabin joins hands and toasts marshmallows to the cool breeze balming the sun’s glare at its zenith in the sprawling strawberry fields. at home, the scorching heat leaves marks — the biker with flames for pupils who clutched an openly bleeding wound as he thrust a first-aid kit at you, and the girl not much older than yourself with tears marring her face as she handed you a pregnancy test to ring up, avoiding your curious (sympathetic) gaze.

however, despite it all — you stand infallible, much like your grandfather’s part convenience store and part pharmacy, a poor man’s family heirloom.

you stand idly, flipping through an edition of seventeen when the rusty door swings open to admit a familiar face — with unruly black hair and an equally reckless grin (you know exactly who it is from the ba-dum of your heartbeat), the infamous son of poseidon (with the same smile as shawn hunter from boy meets world) is easily recognizable.

you glance at the crimson blooming around the crevices of his knuckles, tightly gripping a faded and worn-out skateboard, his scruffy converse squeaking across the tiled floor, raising an eyebrow as you coolly say, “band-aids are in the back, on the right.”

jackson laughs, an all-consuming sound (the wind-blown half-blood hill where apollo seemed to smile down at you, the laughter, like the memory, evanescent), “thanks, doc.”

you discreetly watch him perusing the aisles, before stopping in front of the ancient fridge — your grandfather’s store was something of an 80s pompeii with the peeling posters of back to the future and motley crue and the antiquated maroon and cream color scheme — and pulling out an arizona green tea.

when he finally goes to look for band-aids, you attempt to fix your attention back on the magazine in your hands, but like a moth driven to a flame, percy jackson was unbelievably hard to look away from (a magnet among mortals and immortals alike).

jackson’s hands are on his hips, his tupac t-shirt creasing, thick brows furrowed as he decides between different types of candy with the same intensity as a single mother with two children and a nine-to-five (even in the mortal world, there is something else entirely about him, something that made it so that you could never truly write him off).

when he approaches the register again, it’s hard not to look up and watch his ascent. when he finally does come to a stop in front of you, he looks the same as he did the last summer, though the tiny silver trident earring is new, the camp beads resting peacefully atop his collarbones aren’t.

you ring up his items: a box of band-aids, the arizona green tea, and a pack of blue gummy sharks, looking away from him all the while.

“good to see ya, doc,” jackson says, a wry grin on his face, and his eyes are so green — as green as they were at twelve.

“it’s never good to see you, jackson,” you snark back, reciting his total, “four ninety-five, by the way.”

he laughs again (your heart goes ba-dum again), and hands you a five dollar bill, shoving his things into the seemingly bottomless pockets of his baggy jeans, with a salute on his way out (his turning back was a sight far more innocuous than the last time).

the next time jackson breaks whatever tacit agreement lies between the two of you, your hands are similarly stained. reds and purples line your palms, much like the burgundy seemingly permanently staining your grandmother’s fingertips; the culprit (the bowl of pomegranate seeds) sits innocently beside you.

“back again?” you say, glancing at the familiar scarlet stains adorning jackson’s hands (a familiar blue friendship bracelet sits on his wrist, edges frayed with five years of wear, and there’s a lump in your throat).

“why, did you miss me?” jackson asks, again with that wry grin of his, skateboard in hand.

“you’re the one who came back,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest, willing the constricting feeling to disappear.

“doc, i’m sorry to have to be the one that has to break this to you,” he sighs sympathetically, putting a bleeding hand over his heart, “but the sun doesn’t revolve around you.”

“actually, jackson, the sun kind of does revolve around me, ‘cause y’know apollo, the sun god apollo? my grandpa apollo? my grandpa, the sun god, apollo?”

“going by your logic, that would mean time revolves around me, ‘cause y’know kronos, the time titan kronos? my grandpa kronos? my grandpa, the time titan, kronos?” jackson says, a shit-eating grin on his face as he sets down another band-aid box, an arizona green tea, and a pack of blue gummy sharks on the counter.

“y’know, if you cared this much, you might’ve passed greek,” you say, referring to the progress report cards you were handed at the end of summer.

he shrugged, handing you another five dollar bill, and proceeding to shove everything into his black holes of jean pockets, “yeah, well — wait, are those pomegranates?”

“yeah,” you say, “i peeled them myself — do you want some?”

(your father liked these, your grandmother had said earlier this afternoon, your mother liked to peel them for him, as i peeled them for her, and your grandfather.)

jackson suddenly looked bashful, fidgeting with the hem of his a tribe called quest t-shirt, “i’ve never had pomegranates before,” he confessed.

you blinked, taken aback, “you’re seventeen years old and you’ve never eaten a pomegranate before?” you pushed the china bowl toward him, “now you have to eat it.”

“my mom liked telling me the myths when i was younger,” he begins, setting down his skateboard, and reaching for the spoon before halting, like he was shocked, “she told me about persephone —”

“jackson,” you say, sardonically, leaning over the register to look him in the eye (there was always a storm brewing in his eyes), “i promise you, hades won’t come out of the ground and drag you to the underworld if you eat the pomegranate seeds i peeled.”

“i know what my next sleep paralysis demon is gonna be — thanks to you,” jackson says, looking down at the bowl and its floral blue pattern around the edges, playing with the spoon, and shifting the seeds from side to side.

“percy jackson, i swear to asclepius, you’re missing out on pomegranates,” you say, coming out from behind the register, and looking percy in the eye again, and there is something so earnest, so raw about your next sentence that his breath catches, “and, i swear on the styx, if hades does somehow come out of the ground to drag you down to the underworld, i’ll come down myself to drag you out, even if it’s tartarus.”

a rumble of thunder can be heard overhead despite the clear sky and scalding sun; percy blinks, before breaking out into a slow grin (your stomach seems to grow wings of its own, on the verge of flight.)

“invoking your dad, huh, doc? these pomegranates must be serious,” percy says, finally taking a bite — stepping around the bomb you just dropped.

you watch him intently, studying him as you studied tennyson and homer, “they are that serious.” there is something innocent about the way he eats, starved like every other teenage boy with black holes for stomachs.

“y’know, i can put that into a tupperware container and you can take it with you, right?” you offer.

“really?” percy asks through a mouthful of seeds, looking up from the bowl at you, “won’t you think i’ll steal it or something?”

“not really,” you shrugged, “i trust ms. jackson.”

percy nods solemnly — sally jackson is sally jackson after all, a queen among women, and an achilles of sorts, with her soft smile and steely eyes.

steeling your nerves, this is already the longest conversation you’ve had (ignoring the forever-ago late-night debriefs under a firmament of stars), you step up to the plate and take a swing, “how is she, by the way, haven’t seen her in a while.”

percy swallowed, eyebrows furrowing, “great — oh, wait, did i tell you she was seeing someone new now?”

“no way, really? good for her, honestly. i know, poseidon’s a god and all, but like, she’s always deserved just, so much more.” (you manage to make contact with the change-up thrown your way.)

there is something so sincere about your words, that percy can’t help but grin back, finally reaching the depths of his sea-green eyes, and there is something still so boyish about him, that you can hardly believe any time has passed at all, and that somewhere within this demigod who successfully defeated kronos, while saving luke, there is still a semblance of your percy.

“yeah, the guy, paul blofis, he’s an english teacher — absolutely worships the ground she walks on.”

“sounds perfect for her.”

“you should come over some time — see her, meet paul, y’know,” percy offers, still funneling spoonfuls of pomegranates, meeting your gaze head-on (this is the home run you were waiting on).

you grinned, a slow smile overtaking your face, pushing your hands in the pockets of your jeans, “might just take you up on that, before you change your mind.” (you’re leaving the ball in his hands now; it’s up to him to tag you out or let you reach home base safely.)

“nah, i won’t change my mind, unlike someone else i know.”

you ignore the jab (a smaller, suppressed part of you itches to shoot a reply back), instead choosing to focus on the hesitant hand of friendship being offered — as your father liked to say, keep moving forward.

you shrugged, and you swear, for a second you think the intensity of his gaze has lessened, almost as if disappointed. almost as if mentally shaking it off, percy hands you the china bowl back, empty, running a hand through his shaggy hair with a sheepish grin.

you smiled wryly, glancing down at the bowl and back to his face. “fatass,” you say, affectionately, and then almost freezing, wondering if you somehow overstepped the invisible lines constricting you.

percy laughs — a green light.

“lucky for you, though,” you say, disappearing behind the register for a moment before reappearing with a tupperware container filled with peeled pomegranates, “i peeled more.”

you hold it out to him, and he glances down at your outstretched hand, then at your face, before seemingly making up his mind, and accepting the olive branch, “you’re really committed to seeing my mom, huh?”

“well, obviously — the other alternative would be seeing you, wouldn’t it?”

“aw, c’mon, doc, i know you missed me,” percy says, a bit smug, picking up his skateboard, the tupperware container in his other hand (the one he still wears your bracelet on).

“in your dreams, jackson.” there is a peal of odd laughter in your voice as if you were unused to this kind of jocularity when fumbling over his name.

“in my dreams, we do more than just argue,” percy says, with one last smug smile and salute, before walking out the door, leaving you behind in the worst state of confusion you’ve possibly suffered (percy jackson: 1, you: 0).

(your grandmother admonishes you later that evening as you stand beside her stooped figure at your kitchen counter, peeling pomegranates, you gave the rest of it to that boy, didn’t you? her voice is not scolding, but you feel like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar once more. your immortal grandfather, the nuisance that he is, stands in the doorway, hands in an 80s leather jacket and matching sunglasses, waiting to be welcomed in. in contrast, his son — your father — brushes past him, grumbling, and takes on your grandmother’s burden.)

the analog clock reads ten fifty-five as you start mopping the floor, yawning when the front door swings open with a jingling bell, and a sharp metallic smell wafts into the store.

you whirl around, gripping the mop in your hand as a baseball bat, immediately alert as your demigod reflexes come into play. you physically relax at the sight of percy clutching his side, crimson pooling on the edges of his white t-shirt.

“of course you would attack a man when he’s injured,” percy says with a grin, blood dripping from a gash over his eye (luke had returned to camp some years ago, with a similar scar), and a split lip, collecting like rust on his t-shirt collar.

you scowled, dropping the mop and immediately rushing toward him, your healing instincts kicking in. lifting one of his arms and letting it curl around you, you shouldered him to the register, cringing with every audible wince percy let out.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked, as you sat him on your stool, reaching for the ambrosia and nectar you kept hidden under the counter for emergencies (one could never be too careful).

percy grinned — it came out more of a grimace, “what isn’t wrong with me — that’s the question you should be asking, doc.” he nodded to himself, and then immediately cringed at the action.

you glared at him, shoving an ambrosia square in his mouth, before turning away from him to put antiseptic on cotton pads. “does ms. jackson know you’re here?”

“no?” percy says. you walk over to the fridge, grab a water bottle, unscrew the cap, and drench the part of his t-shirt covered in blood.

“ow? in case you forgot, i’m still injured here, doc?” percy clutches at his side.

“you dumbfuck, your mom is probably worried out of her mind right now,” you say, scowling, stepping closer to percy (he still towers over you, even when sitting down).

“i iris messaged her,” he shrugs, looking at you as you shift even closer to him, cotton pad in your hand, “she just knows i’m with you — pretty relieved at that, dunno why.”

reaching out to grasp his jaw in your hand, you begin dabbing at the bruises on his cheekbones, his eyes fluttering shut as you try to ignore the way his hot breath is fanning across your face right now. “you didn’t tell her what happened?”

percy opened his eyes, staring at you. “no, how could i?” he says, slowly, “you were her favorite — still are, by the way.”

you don’t say anything for a moment — after all, how could you? (sally jackson’s homemade cookies drift to the front of your treacherous mind — the sunny afternoons with her kind voice, and percy’s loutish laughter.)

“you didn’t come to see her,” percy says, the statement not accusatory, his eyes fluttering shut again (you try not to let the way his eyelashes sit so prettily distract you) as you dab at the gash over his eye.

“i didn’t think i was welcome,” you say gruffly, turning away to grab bandages. “after everything.”

while the deeper wounds have eased into far easier, superficial ones, you still make sure to wrap and bandage everything — percy had a penchant for getting into trouble (one that you knew all too well), so it was the least you could do.

“i just told you that you were welcome, last time i was here, didn’t i?” percy says, an accusation.

“yeah, well, it was hardly an invitation was it?” you say, turning away from him, packing your supplies up.

“doc, you didn’t even come to take your tupperware back.”

you ignore him, moving to walk away when his hand is enclosed around your wrist (the hand that wears your blue friendship bracelet), tugging you around to face him.

percy’s standing up now, his green eyes looking more like a swirling storm with each passing second — he still hasn’t let your wrist go.

“what do you want from me?” you ask, trying to snatch your hand back from him, to no avail — his grip is ironclad.

“i can’t let you walk away with your back turned to me again,” he says (the dim, lantern-lit night comes back into focus, and you wonder if you were too consumed by your own pride, if you had just turned around, if you had just stayed).

you realize too late that tears are pricking in the corners of your eyes, and you manage to successfully wrench your hand out of his grasp, a watery, sarcastic laugh escaping, “you’re a couple years too late, asshole.”

“i know that,” percy says, earnest, reaching out to cup your cheek, and wipe a stray tear (the action stuns you into paralysis), “but i miss you, and my mom misses you, and she hasn’t gotten off my case about you, yet.”

the thought of tender-hearted sally jackson scolding percy is an amusing one, and draws a laugh out of you against your will (percy’s smile grows a little brighter, and asclepius knows you’ve never been able to resist that smile of his), “i’ll come over for ms. jackson, not you.”

percy’s smile is even wider now (his hand is still ghosting your cheek), “same thing.”

“shut up,” you say swatting at his shoulder, trying to duck out from under his arms.

percy avoids your attempts to escape him, instead latching onto your hand, and pulling you out of the store. “c’mon, she’s expecting us for dinner.”

you let out an incredulous laugh, and let yourself be dragged out anyway (you would follow this boy anywhere, even to the depths of tartarus).

(your grandmother watches from the apartment window above the store, a soft smile gracing her lined features.)

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charmercharm3r · 9 months

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YOU WILL WRITE THIS

SO IMAGING ABT how your a 9th skz member (who always wears baggy street wear or just the really cutsie member who does aegyo and isnt rlly sexual and lit has never showed any skin )and you all go boxing for fun - you decide to wear a baggy white shirt and a white bra under it and once you arrive to the gym your acc really good at boxing like your sweatiinggg and its showing your skin and clinging onto u - thowing jabs at minho like your life DEPENDS ON IT!! the members admire you from the side of the ring with a good view; after that tiring session you or your member dump water on you to quench your thirst but end up dumping wayy more than intended which causes you all to laugh but iykyk white clothes + water = see through jit going thru your shirt and kinda your bra so the members are just staring at your bare boobs (you can also write the baddie moment where you take off your shirt bc your agitated at it clinging onto ur skin)

i’m such a sucker for 9th member fics

Masterlist

warning: gn!reader, 9th member, suggestive

next: two

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“That’s it, Y/N’ie! Now I can actually feel your punches. Put a little more weight behind it.”

Minho had you dancing around the elevated boxing ring like it was rehearsed. Your couldn’t feel your hands or arms anymore from how long you’d been chasing him in circles to hit the padded target he always held just a little out of reach. Honestly, sports weren’t really your thing, dancing was the only thing you truly tried to do well in front of and behind the cameras. You had no idea what possessed you to tag along with Minho to his boxing session.

The news of your outing traveled fast within the group and before you knew it, everyone was piling into the two cars together. Minho and Chan had been giving you pointers the whole car ride and even tried to show you how to wrap the bandage around your wrist for support until you shooed them away and told them to stop hovering.

Felix was giggling watching the whole preparation take place, only when he said your full name did you realize he was narrating with a mini vlogging camera pointed your way.

Maybe promotions and practices and life in general were starting to take an emotional toll on you, every ounce of your frustrations from the week you took it out on Minho.

You couldn’t feel your feet now, too. The numbness let you move a little faster, only able to feel the sweat dripping down your temple and chest. As you picked up the pace and threw your punches harder, Minho stumbled slightly from the sudden burst of energy. You couldn’t hear the other members whooping and cheering your name, all focus pinpointed on the black target.

Harder, quicker, more than enough weight behind the punches that forced Minho to misstep and trip into the rope. The others rushed to hold their hands out in case he slipped through them, while also torn between being in awe or laughing at the older boy literally falling for you.

You tried to catch your breath and aggravatedly unwrapped the boxing glove from your hand as Minho stood and looked at you with surprise.

“Was that enough weight?!” You huffed, throwing the glove at him with almost no power now that you expended most of it trying to hit the target.

Giggling from the side of the ring made your head snap in its direction, “you want some, too, Kim Seungmin? I’ll come down there and—“

Just as you were about to throw the other glove at him, Changbin stepped into the ring and stole it from you, physically picking you up and waltzing you backwards with your rubbery limbs not putting up much of a fight. “You can beat him up later. Drink water first, you sweat like a fucking fountain.”

“Y/N’ie!” Felix and Hyunjin ran around to help you out of the ring, water bottles at the ready. You let Hyunjin tip your chin up and place the open bottle to your lips, it was gone in under a minute. “Slow down, you’ll drown,” he chuckled.

“Lix, you’re staring again,” Changbin threw his hand over his eyes until he realized what the younger was ogling.

The baggy white shirt you’d worn was completely soaked and sticking to your body like a second skin, showing through the sports bra that kept you safe. You were never one to show much skin at all, but right now, you didn’t have the energy to care. In fact, it was suddenly feeling suffocating. When you started to strip away the drenched shirt was when the rest of the members made their way over to you, all with mouths dropped slightly at the view of their adorable member suddenly shining in a new light.

“Hyung, maybe you should get Y/N’ie mad more often,” Jeongin whispered to Minho, who had a stupidly smug smirk on his face.

“I’ll take—“ huff, “—every one—“ puff, “of you fuc—“

“Hey now! No swearing in my vlog!” Felix rushed to stop you mid sentence.

“But they’re cute when they’re mad! Look,” Jisung pinched your cheek lightly and you frowned, raising your fist, “oh, so scary!” He feigned fright and stepped back with his hands up in surrender.

“You looked really cool, though. Who knew you could actually do physical activity!” Seungmin patted you on the back a little too harshly and you slumped forward with a wince.

“I hate all of you.”

“You love us!” Chan rung out your wet shirt and all of you stopped to watch how much of it was squeezed onto the floor. “That’s disgusting.”

Felix laughed menacingly and turned the camera towards himself, “I think Y/N’ie needs a shower.”

The eight of them made eye contact and smiled deviously. You spotted the bottles of water they each had and moved a second too late. Minho grabbed you by the waist before you could run, and suddenly you were being blinded by water running down your face and getting covered from head to toe. Minho was nice enough to wipe your strayed hair from your eyes so you could see the glee in your member’s eyes as if they’d accomplished an important task.

“Are you cooled off now?” Minho asked, peaking over your shoulder and brushing more hair from your cheek.

“Ice cold.”

“Oh, they’re definitely mad at us!” Felix kept laughing along with Hyunjin and Jisung.

“You all owe me one meal each. Dessert included.”

“I’ll even throw in a dry towel.” Chan handed you a itty bitty hand towel that you snatched away.

You patted down your exposed skin starting with your arms, your face, and when you got to your neck and chest was when you realized they’d all gone quiet. “Have none of you seen a chest before?! Virgins, all of you.”

None of them moved, unabashedly and unashamed that they were still staring.

“It’s just—“ Hyunjin said softly and pointed at your chest again. You looked down to see your nipples hard, and you lost any patience you had left.

There was almost no force behind your fists slamming into his chest, but Hyunjin cowered away and pretended to be hurt just for sympathy’s sake. Minho cheered you on while Chan was pulling out a spare shirt from his gym bag, sneakily slipping it onto you as your adrenaline drained back down to zero.

“Two. Meals. Each. And I’ll be keeping track.” You breathed heavily, finally giving up on being upset.

“Dessert included,” they repeated back.

When you’d finally calmed down, Felix threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you in close, “how was your first time boxing with Minho hyung? Care to share with sunshine vlog?”

“Next time, it’ll be you and me in that ring, Lixie.” You cheerfully threaded with a tap of your finger to the tip of his nose and smiled.

The seven of them trailed behind you as you leaned on Felix for some support. Not even an ounce of annoyance left in you, the sleep was wanting to take over before you could make it to the car. You climbed into the back seat and made yourself comfortable before the rest of them could file in, careful not to raise their voices too loud. You could tell it was Changbin next to you just by the smell of his cologne, still strongly lasting after a decent work out.

Entirely passed out, you didn’t get to hear Felix end his vlog with, “look how cute they are, already asleep. Stay, shhh, don’t tell Y/N’ie that Minho hyung only tripped cus his shoe was untied. See you next time!”

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6-zao-xing-9 · 4 months

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Hi ! Can I request project sekai boy headcanons about how the proposed to their s/o??

I Want to Spend the Rest of Eternity With You

Pjsk boys x fem! reader

Summary: How do the boys propose their desire to spend the rest of their life with their precious girlfriend?

Form: hc

This writing contains.... Aged up! boys...

A/N: changed the title cause i thought it was too boring.... Hhhhh..... Trying not to take too much inspiration from @pjsk-writin's version of this prompt....😣Its so worrying when someone requests the same prompt of something that ive read someone else do..... Hopefully this isnt too similar... Anyway, hi anons! I was so surprised when I checked my inbox and found that two people had requested the same thing :0 hopefully this satisfies your guys' expectations! Sorry if it's a bit short... I think I'd do better if this was a oneshot... Its not my proudest work but im still happy with how it turned out

Kamishiro Rui:

he probably planned his proposal like 6 months prior

You couldn't tell, but he was actually a bit nervous when he proposed

Hes just good at hiding things

I feel like he'd try to make his own ring

I heard it's common for Japanese people to do that

He definitely asked his troupemates for advice and help for his proposal

He thought it would be super special if he proposed to you on your guys' anniversary, so thats just what he did

So imagine this

Just like a normal date, he takes you out to Phoenix Wonderland, maybe to go eat something

If youre the quiet/shy type then he'll maybe take you to watch the sunset or go stargazing if you like that kind of thing

he'll glance at you for a second to make sure you aren't paying attention, and then quietly whip the ring box out from his pocket

“Ahem. Y/N,”

He starts, his right knee planted into the ground as he holds the box in his left hand

“My love, ever since I met you, my life has only changed for the better. You've brightened up my everyday, so would you brighten up the rest of my days by marrying me?”

He offered you that kind and genuine smile as he patiently waited for a response

Once you said yes, he was over the moon, and immediately pulled you into a tight embrace as he mumbled how happy he was at your answer, as if he was expecting you to say no

He plants a sweet kiss to your forehead and holds your hand and gently slides the ring on your finger tightly before turning you back towards the sky so the two of you could finish watching the sunset/stars

Now, if you like being the center of attention and is more extroverted, again, he'll take you to Phoenix Wonderland all the way to the Wonder Stage

After sitting your confused self down, he pecks your lips and tells you to wait a moment

Several seconds later, the curtains open, revealing Rui and his signature grin

“My dear Y/N,”

He speaks, his voice booming across the park as his eyes focus on you

“Do you know what today is?”

If you say yes, then his will light up and his grin will grow wider

If you say no, then he'll simply walk to the end of the stage and whisper that it's your guys' anniversary

Suddenly, a bunch of tiny cute robots of your favorite things(animals, maybe even food xD, etc) come and surround you, each holding a different kind of flower

As your eyes shifts to said robots, he takes this opportunity to take the tiny box out of his pocket and kneel down on one knee

Cue the quote from earlier: “My love, ever since I met you, my life has only changed for the better. You've brightened up my everyday, so would you brighten up the rest of my days by marrying me?”

Once you say yes, he will swoop you up in his arms and kiss your knuckles before putting the ring around youre finger

He'll then order his robots to let out bunches of confetti and flowers everywhere

A wonderful occasion is deserving of a wonderful celebration, is it not?

Tenma Tsukasa:

we all know Tsukasa has to do something grand and extra for his proposal

Definately took him forever to choose a ring for you

He eventually did, though everytime he sees it, he thinks he could've found something better

Would be 100% confident that youre going to say yes to marrying him

100% asked his troupemates for help as well

For his proposal, as mentioned before, he has to do something grand

So what does he do?

He begs asks you to play the role of a princess in one of his upcoming shows

If your the introverted quiet type, then he'll just ask you to practice with him

If your the more extroverted type, then he'll ask you to actually play the role

So, you guys were putting on the show in front of the usual audience

Was actually nervous when he came up with the play

He was afraid that it wasnt good enough, and that you deserved something more grand

Stayed up ALL NIGHT everyday practicing

He could not mess this up

Tsukasa was the knight, and you were the princess

At the end of the show, the knight saves the princess, and the ending dialogue is supposed to be, “As a knight, it's my duty to protect your life with my own! For I cannot call oneself a knight if I fail to make such a commitment.”

But, instead of ending the show with that, he then reached into his pocket and took out a shiny blue box

“Making sure your safety is ensured and protecting you is the best job I could ask for. But, my dear princess, may I request another job from you? May I have the honourable job of becoming your prince?”

He smiles as he looks into your shocked eyes. The audience is as silent as a fish as theyre eyes are focused on the two of you, waiting for an answer

Once you say yes, his smile only brightens as he takes your hand in his and puts the ring on before he pulls you into a bear hug and spins you around, elated

The crowd erupts with cheers and claps at the ending of a perfect show

Aoyagi Toya:

definitely the calmest one on the list

His proposal is simple but sweet

Asked Vbs for advice

Specifically Akito

Asks way too specific questions and sometimes hesitates like “Should I do it in the night or the morning? Should I really do it now? What if she says no?”

Honestly if he didn't ask them, he'd have no clue on how to propose

Was kind of nervous when he bought the ring

Like Tsukasa, he felt that you wouldn't like it or it could be better

On the day of his proposal, you notice him glancing and smiling at you more than usual

If you ask him about it, then he'll just say it's nothing

He's not exactly the best at keeping secrets

Like Rui, his proposal was like a normal date

Depending on what you like better, he'd probably make a picnic, or take you on a cafe or arcade date

He glances over at you and makes sure you're eating or distracted while he pulls the ring out from his pocket

“Y/N.”

He calls, grabbing your attention

One your attention is shifted towards him, he smiles and opens the box in his hand, getting down on one knee

“You know, I never thought I could smile so often until you entered my life. You put a smile on my face on my worse days. And for that, I want to repay you. I want to be by your side for the rest of our days. Y/N, will you marry me?”

He patiently waited for an answer as he looked at you with his kindest, most innocent smile

Once you say yes, you cant help but notice how much his smile has grown

He then takes your hand kisses your ring finger, before sliding the ring onto it

He pulls you into a hug as he nuzzles his head in your hair

“I'm so glad you said yes.”

Though his voice was muffled, you could still hear the happiness embedded in it

He said that as if he expected you to say no

Shinonome Akito:

by far the most nervous one

By far the most insecure one when picking the ring

100% asked Toya and Kohane for help even though Toya wouldn't know a thing

70% asked An for help

He knows hes gonna get teased when he tells her he wants to propose

Was hella nervous and stuttered so much on the day of his proposal

He literally almost gave it away a few times

It would be after an event/concert

Immediately after, he would go search for you in the crowd as everyone else leaves the building

You usually always stay afterwards to talk or tell him good job anyway

After he finds you, he would take your hand and look down slightly, his cheeks turning pink

“So... Uh..”

He'd stutter for a bit before placing his hand in his pocket, checking for the box

“I... Wanted to tell you that...”

He then kneels down on one knee and takes the box out, almost dropping it as he tries to form eye contact but fails miserably

“You're... The most important person in my life and.... I always feel like I can go to you when I've had a bad day or when I need someone to talk to or anything! A-And... I don't know if this is too much to ask since you already do so much for me b-but.... Will..... Will you marry me?”

His eyes wander anywhere but yours, nervously and impatiently waiting for your answer with anticipation

Once you say yes, he'll blink a few times, internally asking himself if he heard that right

“R.... Really?”

He smiles and is about to pull you into a hug before he remembers the ring

Hesitantly, he takes the ring and slides it onto your finger, staring at it for a good five seconds before a giddy smile curls onto his lips

“W.... Wow... I've.. Always dreamed of this day..”

Reblog?

#lets ✨write!✨#lets ✨request!✨#project sekai x reader #akito x reader #shinonome akito x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #akito shinonome x reader #aoyagi toya x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #tsukasa x reader #rui x reader #toya x reader

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digital999placebo · 2 years

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Boxing/Mob AU set in the early 60s NYC. Ludwig Beilschmidt is a first-generation german immigrant in America who begins fighting in local bars’ homemade rings to make ends meet. Due to his height n size, he’d be a promising prospect in the professional ring, and so he’s scouted by a trainer into heavyweight boxing. He’s nicknamed: “Pretty Boy Schmidt” not because he’s particularly good-looking, but rather because by the end of a bout, in comparison to his opponent, he’s a supermodel. Also his last name is shortened to Schmidt because Beilschmidt is too long and hard to pronounce for da common, monolingual American citizen. He’s enjoying it until he gets into the ring with Alfred “Comet” Jones who isn’t there for a sportmanship-ly fight, he jumps the ring rope with the intention of fucking murder, Alfred is controversial n crazy n has beaten on unconscious men before, but for some reason, ppl love him for his savagery. After Ludwig gets his shit HANDED to him by Alfred, and suffers part blindness in one eye, Ludwig is like: “ok this isn't fun anymore” but he’s too dependent on the money to stop because no one will hire a partly blind, ex-boxer with alleged connections to the mob (which he has, but not in the way ppl think).

During one of his fights, he catches the attention of Feliciano Vargas who is part of one of the bigger mob families in NYC. Feliciano’s grandpa is v into boxing and although the old man himself doesn’t rig games he has friends n connections who do. ANYWAY both Feliciano (n Lovino) hate the violence n just sit cringing every round at even the lightest of jabs, but they put on their big boy pants n pretend to enjoy it for their grandpa’s sake (theyre like: “oh yea grandad we love seeing human beings give each other concussions n a shortened life span plagued by head trauma…..”). Ludwig wants nothing to do with Feliciano at first bc he thinks Feliciano just wants to recruit him n Ludwig refuses to have his fights tampered with, but is eventually swayed by da Italian Stallion Charm n when he realises that Feliciano isnt about that organised crime lifestyle (aka hes kinda bad at it so his family just keeps him out). But by associating himself with Feliciano, people begin to conspire that Ludwig’s bouts have all been rigged n his reputation is getting ruined by his alleged connections with the mob.

#unleashing all my old art n AUs on u #this one is from february me thinks #but yea i loved the concept idk why i never posted it #average underdog story but gay #rocky but gay #ive never seen rocky so dont blame me #hetalia #hws germany #hws veneziano #gerita #hetalia au #999art #hws italy #hws north italy

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kxmikomrade · 1 year

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moonflower - kaeya (birthday special)

[7:14pm]

You were on your way to Angel's Share to put together the decorations and final touches for his birthday party you planned for. The redheaded master was kind enough to reserve the tavern for it. They may not get along as well as they used to, but they're healing, and thats all that matters.

'Diluc should suck up his pride and Kaeya should suck up his hesitance to be honest. Like for Archons' sake! I know you both want it to go back like it used to be' you complained to yourself

Lost in your thoughts, you've arrived at the doorstep of Angel's Share. Securing your grip on the two baskets of freshly picked flowers on both of your hands, you made your way in the tavern. The bell placed above the door ringed as it made your arrival known. The periwinkle, white and gold decorations gleefully greet your sight as you placed the baskets on the counter.

''That should be about it, yes?'' Diluc says as he wiped a wine glass.

''Yeahh, now all thats missing are the guests, gifts and ofcourse the birthday boy!'' You count with your fingers as the side of your lips curve up into a smile.

''I see, you should get going then. Remember to be back in an hour'' he reminds you while placing the flowers in vases.

''Alrightttt'' you drag your feet to the door and pick up the small box on the table near it. Turning the door knob, the cold autumn breeze blew on your face. 'I guess i shouldnt stay out for too long' you thought as you jogged to the meeting place you and Kaeya agreed on.

Your [hair color] locks danced with the wind. Accessories moving with every step you ran. The long grass tickling your ankles. You felt free, it was nice to have that reminder every now and then. Especially when you tend to get buried in your work.

Pacing slowed down as you spotted a familiar navy blue head.

''Waited long?'' you pant ''Hm, no not really, the environment made me forget about time'' ''is that so...'' walking closer to him, you see the teyvat stars twinkling in his eyes as you sat down next to him.

You peek through the picnic basket Kaeya brought to see if he brought any of your favorite snacks. ''Already ate all the [fav snack] because you took so long'' He glances at you with his signature smirk. But you know him well to know that he wouldnt have the heart to not leave you any. ''LIARRRR'' you yelled, pouncing on his back. Arms wrapped around his shoulders as your face peaked at his front. Seeing that he was indeed hiding some [fav snack] from you.

Snatching it swiftly you pull away as you snack happily. Kaeya chuckles at the sight. ''I guess i really cant fool you'' he says turning to you. ''Yeah? I guess im just a natural born genius'' upon hearing your reply, he snickers.

The two of you continued to chatter under the starry sky and cold breeze

[8:07]

Diluc looks at the tavern clock and back to the door. 'Barbatos forbid that they forgot' he sighs as Klee asks for more crayons

Meanwhile the said [hair color] [occupation] is too busy trying to come up with an excuse to wrap up the conversation and head to the planned party place.

''Oh yeah! i almost forgot'' you said getting up and acting on the idea that had just popped a few second ago.

Kaeya hums in anticipation. ''Lets go to the Tavern, because it isnt YOUR birthday without wine, now is it? My treat of course'' 'More like Diluc's freebies but we dont talk about that' The blueberry birthday man looks at you with the look that he has whenever he has solved a case but decides to keep up the act for the fun of it.

''Oho? well, if you insist, then i see no reason to decline your kind offer.'' He says getting up and tidying the picnic things.

The walk all the way back to the city was mostly quiet. A few random facts and laughs shared here and there as well.

[8:24]

As you near the Tavern, your heart starts thumping. Your hands got clammy and youre sweating buckets. Absolutely nervous and you're praying to the archons that all the decorations are still intact and Diluc wont scold you. That man doesnt really intimidate you but he surely will if you get on his bad side.

Kaeya steps forward to open the door because apparently ''Its only right to treat someone you treasure dearly the right way'' To which you playfully roll your eyes.

Opening the door, the bell rings once again and

''Happy Birthday!!''

A chorus of birthday wishes can be heard. Blue themed confetti fall gently. His periwinkle eyes widen at the sight bestowed upon him even when he had already anticipated it.

Blue white and gold ribbons and flowers decorated the tavern walls and railings. Different kinds of flowers presented on vases around the tables. Presents and wine bottles waited for him by his usual table. And the people he treasures standing before him with bright grins.

''Uncle Kaeya! Uncle Kaeya!! Happy 35th birthday!!'' Klee joyfully says to him as she excitedly bounced on her tiny feet infront of him.

''Thirty-fifth?....'' The so called favonius pirate wonders while his gaze slowly turn to the giggling librarian. 'Pay back for last time huh?' He sweatdrops but thanks Klee otherwise.

The birthday party has begun as the guests chatted among themselves. Kaeya has thanked each and everyone of them for their presents and presence. He turns to his brother, Diluc.

''This surprise is lovely Master Diluc, didnt think that you wouldve been so kind as to host one for me'' He chuckles taking a sip of his dandelion wine

''Oh no, it wasnt me who planned it, it was the lovely person behind you who hasnt given their present yet'' Kaeya immediately turned his head to see you grinning brighter than the sun itself.

You slowly walk up to him and hand him the small box. He carefully rids of the ribbon and opens the box to see a hand-made customized eye patch. It had golden string to hold it on his pretty frame, denim blue to match his navy blue hair and a moonflower design imprinted with white threads.

''Sooooo do you like it or what?'' You playfully pout at him expecting another sly or snarky reply. But he just stares at you

and back to your gift, then back to you again.

But this time, with the most angelic and genuine smile you have ever seen from him.

His eye soft and filled with warmth as he looks at you fondly. ''Thank you [Name], really'' He says politely. With no hint of tease, just all genuine that even left Master Diluc behind him in shock.

You smile as you come up to him to warp him in your warm embrace. ''No problem'' you replied to him as he returns the embrace. Facing at him as you say:

''Hope that this will be one of your best memories, Mr. Pretty Moonflower''

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HAPPY BDAY KAEYA MY LITTLE BLUEBERRY MEOW MEOW 🥹🥹

#can be read as both platonic or romantic #kaeya x reader #kaeya x reader platonic #kaeya x y/n #kaeya x gn reader #genshin kaeya #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya genshin x reader #genshin kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #genshin platonic #genshin x reader platonic #genshin fluff #kaeya fluff #[🍁🌸]specialorderserved!

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bunnyb34r · 2 months

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I think the universe WANTS me to have a breakdown at work honestly

Did the other side of the table's clearance, which was somehow worse?? I think this side had more items honestly. So I moved aaaaall the old Sharter's (even the pjs that the girls say are $8 and boys $6 but I leave the $8 sign up bc I dont want to hear front end whining ab customers asking which one was on sale/why isnt the girls one on sale. The boys will still ring up as $6, itll just be a suprise :) ). Essentially swapped them and the licensed shit but it wasnt a one to one swap bc ofc no one recovered for me overnight so it was pure hell. Someday I'll have to swap the carters onesies and the licensed pjs that are now on the "wrong" side of the table (ideally the baby stuff would be one side and big kids the other but fuck you that's why) put out 4 new items, thankfully they FINALLY got smart and got rid of the stupid way they used to do these boys shirts (cardboard hanger pinned to a cardboard bar) and they're packaged like NORMAL multi pack shirts 😩🙏

Then I was like phew everything is out of the steel except the endcap which I'll do tomorrow... what the fuck is that

Homicidal ForkliftDriver asked me if I wanted these new multi pack leggings. At 7:55am. (: no.

Like son of a BITCH. That means I have ANOTHER fucking item to find room for (on top of the old tshirts I forgot ab when I was moving shit and didnt leave room for so I threw them in a box sgdgdgdgdggdgd) and with my luck like 6 new items bc we were so fucking behind and now everything is coming in at once! AUGH

And ofc the girl who usually recovers my area is either on vacation, quit, or just got equally overwhelmed with my area and bailed like everyone else, bc it was a goddamn mess. I haven't been able to stock the NikeShitë area in daaays let alone recover it and no one else will even try 😭 and it's getting worse by the day and I'm so overwhelmed like I want to cry

I know I'm the one putting this pressure on myself but I take pride in my job and it looks like I cant do my job and not that I need help bc I only work 20hrs a week and I'm the only one doing this area and that I'm getting overwhelmed with pallets and clearance but god I feel like pingu :( *sad noot noots*

#marquilla #it's like i know i can just leave the new shit in the steel until im caught up but i know that i cant bc if i do that then for sure the next #day ill get more in and then ill feel like i wasted my time by not taking care of it first and AUGH #when i do my new endcap ill need to find space for two shitty stacking items and i know the Chamagedon shit is coming down the pike soon bc #thats the alternate endcap and im like ohhh im gonna die die...#it's giving me suicidal ideation #and theres inventory in April and im on vacation the last week of march and idk WHEN we're going to do inventory and im like well i cant #cancel my time off bc i need it for more reasons than one but like i cant trust anyone to actually do my job for me and it's like just so #overwhelming to think ab and taking it day by day isnt helping when im fighting to get to the end of the day every day yknow????#work talk

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rai-dai · 2 years

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Headcanons I think about a lot cause I wanna see women thrive

Haru

-Part-time Lightning Guardian

Okay, do you're gonna tell me Haru finds out about the mafia and how serious it is and shes just gonna let Lambo fight out there? Naw naw not my girl

Haru: "No you can't let Lambo fight out there! Hes just five! Give me that stupid ring. He shouldn't have something so dangerous Tsuna!"

Reborn: "If you're so worried about him then go out there with him."

Haru: "Eek!"

This is how Haru just starts training to be a "Part-Time Guardian" she doesn't hold the ring or the box but she has her sort of Lighting type box weapon. Which I think would be a spear or like some gauntlets but thats honestly for no reason but cause I like it. But I think something with way more agility would help her out. Cause girl took gymnastics and shes gonna use that to her advantage. Shes gonna be much bendier than those stiff-ass boys that I swear wouldn't stretch if Haru didnt make them.

She would name all of her attacks after herself let's be honest.

"Lambo now! HARU HARU BULL RIDE"

Which is just another amazing idea I had where she would have combo attacks with Lambo if they were to fight together. She would go in close combat maybe then Lambo would come in with Gyudon to wreck some shit. All while Haru hops on the back and surfs on the Bull.

I would just love to see her in combat too

-Cloud and Lightning

Okay, I think it would be neat if she had two flame types! Why? Cause the team that gave her flames was inconsistent and so now shes super cool and badass

Thats all

- Mafia Life

Haru would give up the position of Lightning when Lambo is old enough, but she would still be part of the mafia and try to help Tsuna.

I wanna say she goes "missing" but she goes on missions as a spy since shes got way better at costume making and disguises. Which make her go unnoticed even without mist flames. She does end up ending her career early to help her family and keep them safe as a regular civilian.

Kyoko

Unfortunately, I dont see her in a combat role like Haru. But I do see her as battle support!

- Fight Choreographer

Now this is where she shines, unlike Ryohei who learns by doing. She can learn from watching, which after watching her brother do boxing and maybe some other martial arts. She can understand footing to get the best results and strategies for individual battles.

She's learned things from observation!

At first, people dont think much of it since Kyoko honestly is a bit strange in a very nice and not at all off-putting way. But she wants to just help more with combat like Haru.

Also note when i write tjese im writing from where im watching in the anime which is after the girls find out about the whole mafia thing. Also the first choice battles.

Kyoko omly knows so much self defense that it isnt much to go out there and fight and train. But soon hears word of a man named Squalo whose the Varia Battle Strategist which gives her a good chance to at least get started on her self training and learning.

She seeks him out and gets caught immediately, to which Squalo just kinda gives up and gives her some advice.hes already dealing with Yamamoto so whatever.

"You need to close off your weaknesses while highlighting your comrades strengths. You must be fast with your eyes, give commands like you mean it. Like your life depends on the right choices you make. Never second guess yourself."

Then gives her a hint to go to the bunker Library for some books. Which honestly fair enough. She goes in looking for something useful, only to find books with her name as the author. Battle Strategy books and theres a lot of them.

This is the future so shes listening to the audiobooks while doing housework cause we love a girl that can do it all.

So now thats my role for Kyoko

#katekyo hitman reborn #hitman reborn #haru miura #kyoko sasagawa #headcanon #maybe ill write a fanfic about this and confuse my main ao3 audience with hitman reborn #i mean it wouldnt hurt to try

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[flirting eith you in your ask box] naomi… i have so much love in my heart… and i had to leave… this isnt flirtinfnidk. [tears in my eyes] heyyy bbgirl…

i miss u. i wish you were here to see the terribkle actor kiss and teh terrible failed quick change. i need emotional support rn this is too much for my soul also [techie] (beanie egirl) took a bunch of towels and isapparently sleeping out in the hallwasy (he has to help with the barrell tho????) ALOS TH E MIC KEEPS RINGING IT HURTS MY EARS PLEAS E TELL ME SOUND BOY IS GONNA FIX THAT

#ask tag

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thefinalvoid · 26 days

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Rgu ep3 liveblog under the cut! :3

Interesting that she has no memory Of meeting the prince. Is this something unique to utena or do all the rose ring wearers have this amnesia. Furthermore, what makes her so fundamentally different from the others? I do believe the show intends me to be asking these questions.

I love utena pointing out the inherent abusive nature of Himemiya not really having any friends. And the monkey mouse doesn't really count. He holds no power and cant really help Himemiya should things go south

Utena: im straight and want to date a normal boy, Kiryuu: allow me to introduce myself

Wow ok that 3 seconds of utena slapping Kiryuu for touching her hair was beautiful and perfectly showed me what the dynamic between these three is going to be

“Why do you have that” “so i could meet you” fucking liar. So many of these men suck lol

No he is not the fucking prince!! Girl you summoned the prince last episode. I know that was audience only info but like girl. Do not trust him. He hasnt explained shit and has only so far been a sly pos

Ok so confirmation utena is being left in the dark. Which is like really rude. Is she even supposed to have a ring? That would be very interesting. I hope blue hair stopwatch asks utena some questions they(?) Seem to be the kind to care about accuracy. Though they(?) Might not see a need to do what the end of the world people have also not done (explain to utena what the hell is going on)

I fucking love wakaba

Oh shit people are being mean to Himemiya. Utena get your ass over here

Hello Nanami. You are clearly important. I like you, you stood up for Himemiya.

Oh Himemiya does not need the stress of being dance queen. Shes already the rose bride. Shes already got so much going on she does not need petty school drama too. Nanami can you unnominate her?

“Ive wanted to be your friend for a long time” somehow i doubt that! I suspect you wish to be dance queen instead of Himemiya, but you dont realize Himemiya (probably, she hasnt voiced her thoughts yet) doesnt care about whos dance queen. Anyway Nanami i now hate you.

Im sorry what are those things that chu-chu pulled put of the dress box. Are they spare buttons or pills? my instinct says buttons but they have no holes

Oh nevermind i guess they were candies?? Chuchu is eating them. Ok. Sure whatever.

Oh no theyre those keep things from going moist dehydrator things. Or maybe moth balls. They were not supposed to be eaten. Anyway more important things are to be revealed, like Utena's outfit! considering its from kiryuu, my Money's on it being something super feminine utena doesnt normally wear

I WAS RIGHT

Himemiya is so based. Large crowds are way too stressful

Oh god i hate but also love how himemiya Is only going to the dance and try to make friends because Utena said so. Its so fucked up but i love it

Hello magia record uwasa girls. What is the uwasa today??

A man trap what the fuck do you mean by that

Ah i suppose they mean that the girls are going to freak out over boys. Except for utena and Himemiya.

Oh boy nanami is kiryuu’s little sister! i am curious as to how they will handle this. Theyre starting in an… interesting direction. But i can see how they could also make a commentary on their situation. But i dont know if i can trust rgu to make those narrative choices

Hang on is there no dance king??

Noooo utena is wearing the dress… i do like that she is visibly unhappy tho

Ah so Nanami thinks Kiryuu likes Himemiya? Nice touch that despite their close relationship, Nanami actually knows very little about Kiryuu's Life

Utena i dont. I dont think they are friends.

Please kill him please kill him

Nanami you bitch do not instigate Himemiya's anxiety like this! She is not competition For your brothers attention

Oh no that dress is boobytrapped in some way isnt it.

She! Is not! Competition! For! Your brother!!!!!!!

UTENA SAVE HER

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Holy shit i was not expecting tablecloth dress. Props to utena For that major skill

Nanami how do you not know who utena is. Everyone screams her name when she enters school

Utena is also not competition for your brother! She does not give a shit about him except for the fact that he might be her prince. Which he isnt.

#revolutionary girl utena #rgu liveblog

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sadacon · 3 years

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Can't wait to show my gf what I made for her

#REALLY HOPING SHE DOESNT CHECK TUMBLR OH BOY #animal crosing new horizons #acnh #skye #sadacon codec #the music box is playing kk aria cause its the closest thing i have to something romantic #hey babe if you see this actually you didn't #this isnt an irl proposal cause we wanna wait but i saw the ring in the store and the gears started turnin

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soulsilvers · 4 years

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BABIES!!?? TWO BABY GIRLS? BABY TIME? 🥺

yeah i FINALLY finished my designs i spent months polishing how they look omg.. its not often i think abt "and then they had 10 babies!!!" endgame scenarios but god? red and green as dads though? THAT should become real that i will allow 👀

talking under the cut!

begonia

- the older one, adopted when she was just a few months.

- very bi

- her dads take her and tawny to many vacations, allowing her to see many pokémon and the world around her in advance. in alola, she is gifted an alolan vulpix which becomes a beloved friend to her.

- she and green especially are on the same wavelength most of the time, having very similar personalities and its easy to joke around with green. green remains a very cool and youthful, not embarrassing dad in his late thirties. most of the time.

- she is cutesy and small but also pretty strong for a little girl? she cant lift reds charizard yet but she might be able to do it in a few years?? its a bit scary lol

- at school she basks in popularity and excels at many sports, but at the same time is annoyed by nearly 20 kids at once asking her to become their rival. chocolate boxes with "be my rival 🥺" written on them in the family's doorstep ensue. begonia cant be impressed very easily, she just shoves the chocolate to her dads, green just being like LOL more for us.

- that said there might be a boy in pallet town who she thinks should be her rival and makes monologues abt how theyre fated to be rivals... but the guy is just like “haha okay lol”. idk what they look like yet but i will get to that maybe

- the girls arent allowed social media just yet theyre too young. but nothings stopping 8 yr old begonia from gaining a shitton of fame on stuff like club piplup dfjghdfjk

- starts her journey w a charmander and the lazy pampered vulpix.

tawny

- she usually makes people think shes the older sister with her more responsible personality but in reality shes younger, adopted as a 3-month old when begonia is a 1-year old.

- baby butch

- tawny is rather hard to read and reserved. she wanders around in the woods taking a guitar with her and gets embarrassed when someone hears her (her taste in music is... experimental to say the least). she thinks about her dads' accomplishments a lot and all that deep stuff abt what it means to be a pkmn trainer. but red does not want his daughters to worry about having to live up to him??

- kinda emo w a bad posture when shes a preteen but does crack a smile (similar to that asymmetrical grin of green!) when shes w pkmn.

- she shares red's outdoorsy interests and goes on hikes with him, learning many important skills that way in advance. she has also learned to be nurturing and enjoys cooking great meals for the family's pkmn, something shes trying to get the more immature begonia more interested in as well, but begonia is.. well, immature.

- starts her journey w a bulbasaur and a... level 1 grubbin?? yea that ended up in her backpack when she got to visit alola and she loves it.

- ok i know if you say tawny oak quickly the name sounds like tony hawk. were just gonna have to live w that ok? ok.

as for the adults..

- baby fever hit green like a truck. pallet town has grown somewhat with new families with small children moving in. hes often picking up those overly eager little kids trying to run to forbidden areas and reciting the same words of wisdom about how their time will come bla bla, relieved when they finally stop crying and get it. arent they adorable, he thinks and spaces out. red finally asks him if he wants kids when green starts holding eevee as if it were a human baby and joking abt it and green is just like 👁👁 realizashun

- red has decided to study field research while also taking care of the babies! no problem carrying two of em while outdoors.. hopefully. he regained some fame by making a brief comeback to public at the PWT, but for now he keeps a pretty low profile again...

- AUNTIE LEAF!!! shes become very epic and awesome on her own. shes got a dynamax band, a mega stone, a z-ring and the hugest backpack, shes the ultimate protag to an almost ridiculous degree. leaf has a vlog talking about legendaries and has been interviewed a lot as well. she fears nothing... except holding the tiny fragile babies. she doesnt know how to babies? red does check on leaf so that she doesnt burn out, inviting her to hang out w the family, though leaf isnt settling down any time soon from adventuring. v likely never will. she looks forward to meeting tawny and begonia again when theyre trainers...

*exhales* thats my talking for today at least?? stuff ive established so far.. i care them so much 😤

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the-midnight-slasher-official · 3 years

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taking the slashers to the store

Bo Sinclair:

- boi does not give a flying fuck about anyone but himself.

- spends all the time in the auto section in the back of Wal-Mart.

- "bo you don't need oil. You need a whole new truck"🙄

- " what do you mean"?

- No air conditioner, constant leaks, broken mirrors, etc.

- his truck is literally one pot whole away from meeting the lord.

- literally the type of person who would Rip open a bag of cookies and eat it without paying for it. and then just throw the bag on the floor or put it on another shelf.

-"hey babe, dont this knife look cool?"

- eyes down a little kid like they're a disease.

- makes you carry everything. Because he's the type of motherfucker who be like "we don't need a cart, you have a set of hands that work perfectly".

- stingy as fuck with the money.

- " I ain't getting jonesy a dog brush. She can lick herself. Its nature."

- grimaced anytime a child cried.

- would literally confront the mother and tell her to do better with her child🙄 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vincent Sinclair:

- loves the arts and crafts center.

- hands full of yarn, paint, clay, crayons. Stuff is falling all over the floor.

- " Vince why didn't you get a cart!?"

-these damn Sinclair boys and their carts.

- gets everything and anything and throws it I the cart like this motherfucker gonna pay for it.

- garden center

- type of motherfucker to get a bunch of garden supplies and never use it.

- looks at all the knifes. Like bruh🙄

- very flinchy. Anytime a child cries or screams he flinches.

- hangs his head low anytime someone passes.

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Lester sinclair:

- pest control aisle.

- looking at all the raid and bug spray.

- "damn mosquiters, always biting meh damn face n' shit"

- ok then....

- LOOKS. AT. THE. KNIFES.

-"ain't this one cool?? Add it to my collection "

- type of motherfucker to pick his boogers and wipe it on his shirt or a shelf.

- tries to steal a woman's purse. 🙄

- Good luck trying to get this man to go into the hygiene aisle.

- would get a soda and drink it and then throw's the empty bottle into someone else's cart. And then walk away acting clueless when they look at him, like its a reality prank show.

- the woman ringing up everything feels uncomfortable because their getting stared down by Lester.

-"ok, your total is going to be $95.99"

-" damn, y/n. Your expensive "

- bruh🙄 your the one paying. And everything in the cart is his.

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Brahms :

- thinks hes better than everyone else in the facility.

- walks with a pep in his step. (Look at my lemon pepper steppers)

- doesn't make eye contact with anyone.

- literally throws shit across the store.

- just opens a box of food and eats it, getting crumb everywhere like a damn heathen.

- huffs and puffs when he's standing by your side in the makeup aisle.

- sees something cool *throws it in the cart*

- enjoys the garden center.

- Comes back with arms full of different baby plants.

-"Brahms, i-"

- the type of motherfucker you gotta keep an eye on. Cause he disappears fast.

- TOUCHES. EVERYTHING.

- DOESNT KEEP HIS HANDS OFF OF THINGS.

- gotta get him to keep his hands on the cart.

-anytime a child cries he would throw something at it 😂

- would bend down into a child's face and stare at it.

- "damn Brahms, let it breathe. Tf"

- he sees guinea pig food and then sprays rodent/pest control on it. 🙄

- "who the fuck wants rodents in their house" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thomas:

- confused that there's no human teeth/ organs in Wal-Mart.

- gets mason jars for pickling things.

- "there's no pig eyes here"

- OF COURSE THERE ISNT.

- tries to make a crying child smile. But ends up scaring it because he's a huge man.

- pickles eggs, pickles sausage, pork rines, pickled everything and anything.

- arts and crafts. Wants to make himself a new mask.

- dumbfounded by all the new technology.

- throws everything and anything in the cart.

- cooking aisle.

- brownies, cookies, cake, ice cream.

- Dude does not say excuse me. He just shoves people aside.

- " damn. Bitch say excuse me!!"

- just turns around and grunts in their face.

#slashers #thomas hewitt #bosinclair #vincent sinlclair smut #lestersinclair #brahms heelshire x reader

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bonny-kookoo · 3 years

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Mean (JJK x Reader) 💜☁️✴️🔞

💸 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

💸 Genre: Mafia!AU, Single Parent AU!, Angst, fluff, Smut

💸 Warnings: bad language aka cursing, mentions of cheating, mentions of illegal business, manhandling and not the nice kind, tsundere Jungkook, it’s not like he likes you duh, guns, description of violence, restriction of movement and not in a kinky way, protected sex because dude he’s got one kid okay that’s enough, unconventional romance, choking, near death experience, angst did I mention angst

💸 Summary: Jeon Jungkook was kinda cute, you had to admit that- but he was also a massive douchebag with his head up his ass. And a cute kid.

A/N: First of all, I want to apologize to anyone I might dissapoint with this. I've changed up the story concept numerous times- and the first trailer is in no way a proper teaser anymore, since it has nothing to do with this story anymore. I somehow hope you still enjoy the story however. If not- I hope you'll stick around for future content!

Taglist: @drumsofheaven @yzkyzkuniverse @strwberrybtch @kirbykook @teresaisla @park-hera-gi @justzeera @taestannie @bambuzlee (there were several people I couldn’t tag- I’m sorry about that!)

Jeon Jungkook was facing his worst enemy.

Now, considering his work and all those rumors going on about him, this could be anything really; from an entire army storming his house, to readying himself for waterboarding. But no, this enemy he was currently standing across from was way more vile and difficult to get under control. The situation was slowly growing desperate on his side- this was a life and death situation.

"Mina, come on now." Jungkook pleaded as the toddler vehemently refused to raise her arms properly so he could slip on her dress for the day. He could understand her, to an extend- he wasn't a morning person either, but he had to overcome this in order to be successful- and she had to as well.

Well, success was not really that important at her age, but getting her to daycare definitely was.

"Mina I have a meeting soon and if you continue to be a brat I can't send you off again properly." He tried, knowing how much she hated him leaving in a rush like usually. He'd promised her the day prior as he'd tucked her into bed that he would, this time, at least stay until her friends had arrived, yet he couldn't have known that this situation would occur the next morning.

Sometimes being a single father was way worse than anything he was facing at his actual job.

"There we go!" He cheered as she finally caved in, pouting a bit before she giggled at the silly face her father was making in order to get her to smile. He hated sending her off in a foul mood, knowing that she could be an absolute devil's child if she felt like it. In a way, she was very similar to him, which was to be expected with her mother not being in the picture. He didn't mind it much, however- a cheating spouse was not really what he wanted by his side, if he was being entirely honest with himself. It was enough already knowing that almost all of his 'friends' and 'business partners' were shameless liars. He didn't need to live and raise a child with one as well.

"Tiger!" The young girl cheerfully exclaimed, as the both made their way into the kitchen. It wasn't just a random comment from her side, because her chubby hand already pointed at the cereal box designed with colorful images on the counter, way too high for her but perfectly reachable for her father as he chuckled, balancing her on his hip as he prepared a small bowl for her.

"No funny business though, young lady." He said, as he sat down with her at the table. "We don't have to hurry, but we can't waste time either." He explained, as he watched her eat her breakfast with a concentrated face. He smiled at the picture, sometimes wishing this would be how his days would always start. Sadly, that wasn't the case- most of the times really, her nanny took her to daycare.

Which was another problem.

Her nanny had recently filed in for her termination, her age getting to her as she finally made the decision to settle down for her last years of life, she'd said. He accepted it without much resistance, having build too much respect for the elderly woman over the course of time by now. It left him with a gaping hole however, one that he knew he needed to fill.

But with who?

He couldn't just hire anybody for Mina at this point in his life. People needed to be fully trustworthy to be even given knowledge of his child at all. Most didn't even know she existed- the public unaware of her relation to him. He kept the facade up that she was merely the child of a close friend, just to keep her out of range of any potential enemies he had gathered over time.

His life really wasn't fit for a child at all, but what was he supposed to do?

"Y/N!" A small voice exclaimed behind you, making you look around from where you were cutting apples as the small child appeared.

"Mina!" You answered just as brightly, picking her up as she giggled excitedly. "Did you have breakfast yet?" You asked, as another daycare worker came inside.

"Yeah!" She said, and you looked at her surprised. "Daddy and I had breakfast!" She explained, as you placed her back down onto the ground. "He'ven brought me here today!" She said, and you hummed affirmatively,

"That sounds awesome!" You said, as she beamed up at you. "Why don't you go sit at the table, we're almost having our morning snack. You think you can eat some apples?" You asked, and she proudly nodded, before zooming off, stumbling a bit as she missed the slight gap of the door.

"He didn't come inside." Jenny said, as she watched the little girl sit down next to a boy her age. "I saw that he was sitting in his car, but she got out herself." She explained further, as you continued cutting the apples and making some cuts to have them resemble a bunny. "I swear to god-" She started, as you cut her off.

"We don't know what his life is like, Jenny." You said, as she huffed. "It's not our kid, it's not our life. She isn't unhappy, she's healthy, she's not mistreated. Case closed." You explained further as you discarded the scraps of apple unneeded in the trash, before rinsing the knife you'd used. "I'm not too happy about it either, but we're not her mother." You said, as you dried your hands.

Jenny sighed. "I know, but like-" She said, walking over to you to help you place the banana slices and grapes as well. "She's such a sweet kid. I don't know, but he seems like such a dick honestly. Like, have you heard his phonecall last week?" You snorted. Everyone did at this point.

Mina had had a minor incident, when she'd stumbled and fell. She'd scraped her knee, cried a little, but after a moment everything had been fine again. He however, had been livid upon finding out his daughter had been hurt, even though the scratches didn't even need a bandaid. Even though he'd only been on the phone with your superior, he'd made such a scene out of it that it became like local news around the daycare.

"I still don't know what the fuck that was about." Jenny exclaimed, taking a sip of her coffee as she kept an eye on the kids in the main room. "Like, yeah, she fell, but nothing happened." She said, and you agreed.

Shrugging, you grabbed some plates and napkins, and looked at Jenny. "Again." You reminded her. "As harsh as it sounds, you know me." Jenny sighed.

"I know."

You took back everything you had said this morning.

This prick had the audacity to keep you waiting for more than two hours now, without reacting to any amount of phonecalls you'd done by now. Mina was almost asleep on your lap, and you were angry to say the least. This was supposed to be your last day of work for a week, you were supposed to be curled up on your couch in nothing but underwear and fluffy socks, hidden by a blanket and eating icecream while watching netflix. You were definitely not supposed to sit here at your daycare until even the janitor was about to go home. "Fuck it." You mumble, carefully balancing the young girl on your hip as you grab your bag and keys.

You wave the janitor and cleaning staff goodbye on their way out, and take out your phone for a bus or subway that could drive close to where Mina's address is- but you notice there is nothing in her jacket written that you could use as one. You instead simply call the number written down for emergencies, and wait as it rings.

once.

twice.

"Hello?"

You are a bit taken aback by the voice on the other line, masculine, but clearly not as old as you'd thought he'd sound. "Uh, yeah, this is Mina's daycare, you mind picking her up these days, or not?" You casually say, Mina moving around a bit as to bring her thumb close to her lips. You internally coo at her.

"Shit! Fuck- I, where are you?" He asks, and you furrow your brows. Where the hell does he think you are, or does he seriously not know where his daughters daycare is? Wait, is that even her father?

"I- listen, am I even talking to her father or who is this?" You ask, and suddenly you feel extremely uncomfortable. This was a bad idea, what if this isnt her dad at all? You could loose your job for this!

"Yeah, yes. Listen I'm gonna send someone to pick her up alright? Should be there in an hour or so." He says as if frustrated, and you scoff, making him question you on the other line as if he was just struck by thunder. "Excuse me?" He says, voice low, but you're not intimitated.

"First of all, I'm not convinced. Second of all, and pardon my french, but are you nuts?! It's already way too late for her to be up, and I've finished my shift hours ago!" You complain, and he clears his throat over the line, clearly unhappy about your lack of understanding.

"Jeon Mina has a small beauty mark underneath her lower lip, she hates strawberries for some reason, and her biggest secret is that she is actually scared of unicorns. There, happy?" He grits out, and you chew on your lip. He was good. "Second of all, Miss." He makes sure to pronounce every word. "You're getting paid to look after my kid. If that's all you want I'm paying you extra for the inconvenience-" Oh boy, there we go.

"If I cared about your stupid money I would've called authorities hours ago, S.I.R." You start, careful to tone your voice down as to not wake her up. "And you know what, thats a great Idea actually! Let me just-" You begin, but he cuts you off with a sound that sounds awfully like a door closing.

"Fuck you, I'm there in 20." He says.

Jeon Jungkook was not too fond of woman.

That much was clear ever since he'd been cheated on and left with a kid, but it had always been like that. It wasn't like he was afraid of them, or didn't like them, it was more like, during his life, woman had been the reason for heartbreak and bad news all along. His mother had been an alcoholic, his dad desperately trying to get her back on track. His sister had been involved into shady business early on, a wild child that would do anything to get on peoples nerves. His aunt, which only ever visited to gain money. Women were bad news.

So his own surprise had been very prominent when he spotted you on the bench with his kid in your arms,her chubby arms clinging onto you like a koala. You seemed to be reading something on your phone, careful not to point the device too close to Mina so she wouldn't be disturbed. You were pretty, he had to admit that, even from far away- and you seemed like a confident person, from what he'd heard over the phone. You suddenly noticed him as he drove a bit closer, car tires crunching the gravel and snow underneath while his headlights shut off, to not blind you both. He stepped out, as you woke Mina up to announce to her that her father had finally arrived.

"Daddy!" She screached sleepily, running towards him with stumbling legs. He picked her up with a smile before he turned around, having every intention to buckle her up in his backseat as you came closer.

"Huh. Mind telling me why I shouldn't inform authorities about this?" You asked, and he huffed out a breath with a roll of his eyes, pulling out his wallet. You simply stood there, arms crossed, not at all fazed by the amount of money he held in front of you- you simply raised your eyebrow. "I mean, if money could talk I'd ask your bills, sure. But that right there isn't an answer." You replied, and he gritted his teeth, jaw clenching. Why were you being so difficult.

"Okay, how much?" He said, and you suddenly moved, shifted, as if absolutely offended by his offer.

"Do I look like a streetworker to you sir?" You said, and he closed his eyes for a moment, until another car seemed to pull up.

"You're getting picked up." He says, ready to step into his car as you look at him with confusion. "You don't know them?" He asks, and you shake your head, having every intention to check as he notices something familiar peeking out of one of the car windows. As if on autopilot, he rips his passenger side open, pushes you in, and runs to get inside the drivers seat.

There are shots fired, Mina is holding her hands over her ears as she simply stares at you, who is absolutely shell-shocked.

What the hell just happened?

So yeah, that's how you got here-

In a room that looked awfully like the interrogation rooms in your late night netflix crime shows. There was someone sitting in front of you- Mina's father, watching you, like you were going to do anything. But you were as quiet as a mouse, not saying anything.

"So you didn't know them? At all?" He questioned for the second time in the past ten minutes, and you shook your head. "Hard to believe. Then again, why would you ever tell me that your Dad's brother was sentenced to two years for escorting drugs- only getting two years because he snitched." He said, and your eyes widened.

"Okay what the hell-" You started, but he cut you off.

"Oh, I hit a nerve-" But you weren't having it.

"Oh an I'm gonna hit your pretty nose if you don't stop cutting me off!" You said, making him smirk. For some reason, this was quite entertaining to him- the only woman he ever had in here were so keen on keeping up that shy and innocent facade, that you were a breath of fresh air. "Listen, I don't know why you decided to dig up things that happened when I was literally a TODDLER- or how you even got that information - I swear to god I will really break your nose!" You ended as he had tried to speak again, making him chuckle.

If you weren't being held captive after getting your night ruined you might as well would've thought that was pretty hot.

"I was five years old- I had nothing to do with it, and my dad had no contact whatsoever with his brother after what had happened." You explained. "If you can find that, you can also find that I haven't had contact with my family in years either." You said, leaning back, as he spoke.

"I did. Which is quite confusing to me." He said.

You suddenly went stone cold on him. "It really isnt that deep." You said.

"Were you avoiding them?" He asked. "Because of what happened? Or because your dad got involved into something?"

"Because they're dead." You said.

Well. This was something that made him actually stop and think for a second. He did dig into that nasty part of your family, but he never looked further- their death was something he had overlooked. And by your reaction as you said it, the way you said it, he knew that you weren't lying. "Alright." He said. "But you do realize that I can't just let you go like that, right?" He said.

"Figured." You said. "So, should I stand facing against the wall or with my back against it so you can aim better?" You said, and he took a deep breath. Technically, yes, that would be a logical outcome.

"Neither." He said, and you raised your eyebrow. "I have an offering." He said, and your entire body went stiff, arms crossing in front of your chest. A pure sign of whatever he was going to say, your first reaction would be no. "I need a nanny for Mina." He said, and your lips parted, confusion clear on your face.

He almost thought it was kind of cute.

"You what?" You said.

"I need a nanny for Mina." He repeated. "It's a win-win situation for both of us if you think about it. You get to- in a way- keep your job and a bonus in terms of payment, and I will have someone to take care of Mina. And I also don't have to put a bullet into your pretty little head." He said, leaning forward with the last words.

"This isn't really a question, isn't it?" You said, and he laughed.

"You're smart- I like you."

„But that’s not how daddy does it..“ she wonders, as you tie her shoes for her, before looking up into her eyes. She really does resemble her father. Well, a more innocent version, that is.

„Well everyone does it differently.“ you say, well aware that there were numerous ways to tie a simple bow. „Your daddy probably has learned it from someone who does it like he does. I learned it from my dad.“ you explained as you went to pick up her backpack, carrying it for her as she took your hand.

„yours looks prettier tho!“ she exclaimed happily, a skip in her step as she kept looking at her shoes with a smile. You grinned, a sense of pride filling you. „Daddy‘s always looks crooked on one side-„ she said, before a voice broke through the sweet moment.

„You hurt me Princess. You always said they look nice.“ he hummed from his spot in the doorway, leaned on the frame, looking at you with something you could only describe as unsatisfied, while shooting his daughter a smile.

What the hell have you done wrong now?

This had been something going on for months now. Ever since you started working for him as a nanny, Mina had been nothing but a ray of sunshine- but he, he was not even a raincloud. He was the angry grinch miltiplied by a hundred, ready to piss everyone off twenty-five-eight. Somehow everything you did wasn't up to his standards; the way you cooked for Mina, the way you dressed her, hell, even right now with the way you tied a fucking bow.

You really hoped next time he washed his hands, his sleeves would roll down.

"There's an emergency gun underneath the back-" He started as Mina was out of listening-reach.

"I won't use it." You said.

Jungkook had tried to get you trained at least in the basics of guns- but you practically had an allergy to it, refusing to so much as touch one. He didn't quite know what your problem was, but after a while, he had given up on it- simply sending one of his guards with you whenever he could. By now, you were an easy target as well if found alone, so you had joined him in his place, occupying one of the larger guest rooms. He had said that it was to keep an eye on you, but internally, he simply didn't want you to get hurt.

And yeah, at first that was because he didn't trust you, at all- but by now, somehow, you had sneaked your way into his heart, in a way. Even though he himself would always grumpily comment on it, he loved how you made Mina smile and the entire mansion light up. Things felt a little brighter, a little less tense, and a little less lonely with you around. It felt as if you were an actual family.

And that scared the shit out of him, because in no way was he going to fall for his daughters nanny.

And, after all; you hated his guts.

If Jungkook knew the situation you and Mina had gotten yourselves into, you don't know if he would be proud of her or kill you.

Turns out that the guard Jungkook had sent you out with wasn't actually following his orders at all, but words from a different person entirely- you imagined they were highly likely the one's out to shoot you back when you first met the tall mafia boss and father. Now, the only thing they definitely did not get right however, was that you were Mina's mother- and someone Jungkook valued enough to give up his safety. This was true for Mina; the young child was his everything, and he'd cut off his limbs just to know her safe and sound- but you? That was just absolutely stupid. Sure, you've been living together for quite some time now, and he stopped trying to mentally push you down the stairs every morning as well. But there was nothing more than a mild case of friend- and partnership. You weren't being emo; Jungkook had, after all, said it again and again that he had crossed out the dating game. He's got enough trouble with Mina and you, he had said.

Well, seemed like one of those issues would solve itself.

"Again, what're you gonna do?" You say, as Mina looks at you from out of the vents above you had helped her into seconds ago.

"Crawl where the nice air is, call daddy- and don't look back." She repeats proudly, but you can see it clearly that she's just as scared as you are.

"Exactly, good job princess." You praise, and she nods with a pout. "Once daddy gets you, you'll be safe." You promise, and she wants to complain- but you don't let her, closing the vent again as you hear her shuffling away. This was fine. Mina would be safe, Jungkook would have one person less to worry about- he could move away, bring her to a different part of the country where no one knew her, and she could simply go to school next year and forget all of this ever happened.

You were just a bit sad that you'd never get to see it.

Of course you weren't her mother- but it was hard not to let her inside your heart, with the way she was. The charms her dad didn't have, she got them times ten. She was just so sweet, and you were around her all the time, it was hard not to somehow grow fond of her. You just hoped she'd be alright.

"Where's the kid, whore?!" A guard yelled after noticing you were the only one left in the room. You simply smiled, not answering, before he grabbed your neck, pulling you up as much as he could as he fumed. "Save that stupid grin for your son of a bitch at home." He barks, and you desperately try to breathe- unsuccessfully so, until he forcefully pushes you back down, the back of your head hiding the concrete floor with a sickening crack. You squealed out in pain, holding onto the spot for dear life as if that would somehow help it- but it didn't. "I knew sluts like you have to be tied up. You're all just trouble." He says, pulling you by your legs as another set of people come in, binding your legs and hands. You can already feel your fingers getting cold from how tight your wrists are tied- but you black out from the kick to your stomach before you can quite dwell on it.

"Fuck!" He yells, before he gets up, hands in his hair to somehow help himself not punch the laptop on his table. He's seen it, seen it all- from the moments you would shield Mina like a fearless lioness, the second you had lifted her up into the vents even though he knew your shoulder had to be in horrible pain, to the very moment you had faced the consequences of your actions. He hated that he had to wait, that he had to simply sit here in his office like a coward just to watch you take the beatings.

Because here was the thing with Jungkook; even though he liked to portray himself as someone who always takes the upper hand in things and troubles, when it came to his own personal life far away from his criminal business he ran, he couldn't seem to ever make up his mind. It was like a repeat of his past love affair- but instead of his ex-wife cheating and leaving him with a child, there was you, in some way fighting like a true lionness in order to keep said child safe and sound, even though you didn't even had to. Technically, this would've been the perfect opportunity for you to finally get your freedom back in a way. Because without Mina, there was no use for you being in his grasp anymore. Without her, there was no agreement between the two of you.

And yet there you were. And yet again, he simply watched, simply did nothing.

The entire mansion was already on high alert by now; his most trusted friends Seokjin and Yoongi already out to your location- he could wait. He could wait. He could wait.

Everything would somehow turn out to be just fine by the end of this day. He would successfully take his daughter into his arms, Yoongi and Seokjin would get you out of there, and after a good nights sleep and some first aid for you, things would just return to normal.

But what was normal at this point?

He didn't want things to continue like they did currently. He wanted change, for the first time in his life. He wanted to tell you about his inner thoughts, about his desires concerning you and his future. He wanted to tell you that he didn't just want you to be at his home and with him and his daughter just because of some stupid agreement. He didn't want you to stay with him because he forced you to.

His phone began to chime, your face greeting him as the caller ID as he accepts it. "Daddy-" His heart sinks down to the floor as he hears Mina sniffle on the other side of the line. He has to wait, he thinks, repeats like a mantra. He has to somehow calm her down, tell her everything's alright- "They're hurting mommy!" Mina wails, and somehow, those words make him snap.

Fuck waiting.

In a way, Mina was a smart kid. She had been nothing but understanding when Jungkook and her mother had broken up- divorced, and fought until she eventually left for good. She had been a little sad for a long time, thinking it had somehow been her fault; but he had assured her, and later on, explained, that Mommy simply didn't love Daddy anymore. In Daycare, she was one of the most well behaved kids ever encountered- careful, and calm. Of course she got excited and happy and sometimes made a mess; but she also was very careful who she interacted with, what kinds of friends she made, and how much she talked about home. She never complained, never threw public tantrums.

Jungkook truly was lucky- that the only thing left of his shattered marriage had been her.

He never had relationships after that- never dated, never truly searched for someone. No one, in his eyes, was worth the risk- and even after meeting you, that was his opinion. But as cliche as it sounded, you were quite different from anyone he'd ever met before.

You spoke your mind; always saying what bothered you, never beating around the bush. Yet, you weren't being a bitch about things. No, you actually could be pretty cute if you wanted to be- be it the moments he had caught you and Mina sneak a taste of her birthday cake in the middle of the night, or the one time he had been sick.

You had been such an angel to him.

Helping him towards the bathroom, never even scrunching your nose in distaste whenever he had to throw up. You simply rubbed his back, helping him towards the sink to rinse, just to lead him back into his bedroom. You had aired the room out, made the bed, made sure that he was staying hydrated and at least tried to eat every day- all without any complains.

Maybe that was the moment his perspective of you shifted into dangerous territory.

He had somehow become hyperaware of the things you did. How well you got along with Mina, how easy going you were becoming with him- how confident yet nurturing and sweet you were, gently scolding him sometimes to not overwork himself. You always made sure his kid felt happy and was healthy, never so much as whined about your past friendships lost; you had simply accepted the new situation.

In a way, you were what he silently dreamed of at night.

Because as much as he loved the sight of you holding Mina whenever she had a nightmare and couldn't sleep, he somehow also craved to be held throughout the night by your arms. Just like he held his daughter in that moment after she had climbed out of the vent into his arms. He could make out some of her words as he simply let himself feel her tiny body in his arms for a moment. Just to make sure she was really there, really alright, really out of harms way. She kept on crying out for you, for him to help you, to save you-

So it was only natural for him to jump out of his car and run after Seokjin, Yoongi, and their squad, as they entered the building.

Sometimes at night, when you got aware of all the different sounds of the room, you heard the blood rush inside your brain.

Just like now; but now, it was so loud that you could barely hear anything else. Things seemed hazy, fuzzy, your ears stuffed with cotton wool drowning out any sounds might happening around you. Your eyes stayed closed, light way too bright for your raging headache- and the stale metal taste on your tongue wasn't helping either. Your hands had started to tingle long ago, and your knees were hurting from being in the same position for this long. But the moment someone touched you next, it wasn't forceful. It was so gentle, and almost- scared?

You couldn't hear, but you could feel. How the rope was cut, blood rushing painfully into your hands and legs again, pins and needles making them hypersensitive as you were suddenly held- moved, carried?

It smelled like home, that was something your dizzy mind was able to properly make out. It smelled like Jungkooks mansion, and a bit like his office- a faint vanilla hitting your senses, making you faintly smile as your hand reached out, unknowingly grabbing his shirt, holding the fabric as tight as you could as you moaned out in pain when he placed you down again, warmth surrounding you.

Maybe you were dying?

Or maybe not.

Because after some hazy and confusing dreams, you slowly came back to your senses. Eyes opening slowly, there it was; the curtains you knew so well, the balcony opened, air crisp and fresh around you as the door opened. You wanted to move your head, but the fear of triggering another headache was too big.

"Y/N?" Jungkooks voice asked, warm, and almost hesitant. You hummed, and he snapped his head around, noticing that yes- after days of sleeping and slipping in and out of consciousness you were actually awake again. He walked into your field of vision, looking so casual; his white button up undone at the first two buttons, sleeves rolled up as he sat down close to you, palm on the blanket covering you as he-

smiled?

"W-" You had to cough a bit before clearing your throat. "Who are you and what have you done to Jungkook?" You said, and he chuckled, sighing in relief- you had, after all, not lost your charm.

"I think past Jungkook had a moment of self-reflection." He said, watching you as his hand placed itself onto yours, warmth spreading over your skin. "I'm glad you're okay." He admitted. "And thank you. For keeping.. Mina safe." He ended, and you smiled.

"That's literally my job." You said, and he got more serious.

"No, and you know what I mean." His voice was deep and rough, yet held no authority like usual. "You had chances to tell them who you were. That you had no connection to me other than through her; yet you didn't. And we both know why." He said, and you looked at him.

"There are more reasons than just one." You said, eyes drifting to his now empty ring finger on the hand resting on his thigh.

"Does it matter which one I mean?" He asked, and you wanted to scoff.

"It does to me." You said, and he shifted closer after a second, properly holding your hand now as he looked at yours- still a little scratched, but nothing that wouldn't heal.

"You did it because that's the reason you live here." He said. "You also did it because you adore her just as much as I do. And you.." He began, but grew unsure.

"And I?" You smiled, and he looked at you with his typical seriousness.

"And you somehow got stuck in an emotional mess." He explained. "You somehow, deep down, wanted it to be true." His thumb moved over the back of your hand as he spoke. "You wished that.. maybe there was more to it than just, partnership." He said, and you still smiled gently.

"Did I now?" You teased, but to your surprise, he was still looking straight at you.

"I know I did." He humms out. "I still do."

"You're stupid." You said, and he laughed bitterly, taking your words the wrong way as he slipped his out of yours.

"I know." He said, getting up to leave but stopped as you spoke.

"Good." You said, chuckling before coughing. "What, no kiss for me after all I've been through?" You giggled as his wide eyes stared at you. "Rude." You said, and he suddenly realized that no- you weren't rejecting him. You were accepting.

You felt the same.

Noticing his own awkwardness, he leaned over, hands supporting his body as he leaned down, properly placing his lips onto yours. You had never imagined what kissing Jungkook would feel like, but you certainly would've never guessed how gentle and absolutely loving it would be. One of his hands moved towards your cheek, holding it, as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen.

"Mommy!" Came Mina's excited voice, cries instantly noticable as she jumped onto the bed, burying her head into your chest as you held her, a few tears in your eyes from her jumping.

"Mina baby, be careful okay?" He said. But your words were the reason that he ended up tearing up, at the end.

"Mommy's still hurting baby." You said. "But she'll get better soon."

Not even during the first few magical months of being together with his past ex, had it ever felt like this.

He was euphoric almost; with the way you felt, moved, breathed. It all felt like so much to him, made him feel so.. He couldn't explain it. He had his hands on your hips, fingers careful not to press too hard, but having enough force to move you back and forth over his lap- his length moving in and out of your heat, making you whine, as he watched your breasts in front of him. You fit so perfectly like this, felt so amazing, managed to make him feel needy instead of the other way around.

He turned you over slipping out of you sloppily as he moved positions, now above you as he spread your legs, entering you again easily. He pulled you by your thighs, holding you in place as he began to thrust again, your eyes closing with every movement of his hips.

He loved the sight of it.

Deep down he wanted to take the condom off; he wanted to fill you up, cum inside over and over and over until your cunt would overflow. Not only just to claim you in a weird animalistic sense, but to also make his family complete. He had cut his ties to his illegal activities by now, had settled down with you- and he knew, there was no other person he'd ever have a child with again than with you. "I want to cum inside." He said breathlessly, making you whine in return. "Hm, you'd like that?" He asked teasingly, his thrusts gaining more strength as if to underline his statement. "Stuff you full of my cum, make you leak it and mess up the sheets.." He continues, hand reaching between the two of you to find your clit. "just to make love to you over and over again. I wanna make you cry." He gritted out, suddenly moving you around face down. He pulled up your lower body, entering you again, gliding in easily with the amount of slick you were leaking. "And you'd take it wouldn't you?" He asks, making you nod and groan out as he grows more desperate, faster, harder- throwing you off the edge but never stopping. "You're gonna take it until I cum, don't you dare move away from me." He scolds, holding you tightly, making you gasp out in overstimulation as he continues on, chasing his own high.

He reaches it with a loud groan, burying himself deep inside as he holds you, peppering kisses onto your spine. "I love you, hm.." He whispers out. "So good, so pretty.. all mine.." He huffs, simply falling onto the mattress with you in his arms, cock still buried inside you.

There was a moment of silence, until he spoke again. "I really do mean it though." He said earning only a tired humm from you. He simply chuckled at that, holding you close as he decided to maybe bring that topic up when the timing was a bit better.

For once, he felt like a normal person. Right next to you, in your arms, as you turned around to pull him close, burying your face into his chest.

Right where he belonged.

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