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Lay Me to Rest- DCxDP Prompt
Warning: Blood and gore
There has been a series of murders across the country. Each death was varied and self-inflicted. At first, they all seemed like suicide but each had a strange range of symptoms before death.
Sudden paranoia, incoherent mumbling, screaming or yelling, going in and out of their homes sporadically, random fixations, and finally self-harm.
The victims were teachers, parents, businessmen, truckers, and even a crime novelist. All unrelated and in different states.
Each victim didn't seem to have a connection until an investigation discovered that each one had been an active serial killer. The body counts ranged from as little as 5 to as much as 23. The killer was named the Serial Serial Killer which wasn't creative but it was catchy. Some called them the Angel of Vengeance but most thought it was cringy and overdramatic. Many people didn't want them to be caught but others hotly debated letting a killer dispense justice when their crusade could easily turn into them killing people for innocuous things.
The police were still questioning whether this killer even existed. One thing was clear, there was a trail and it led straight to Gotham. A goldmine for them. Naturally, Batman had gotten a hold on the case and began an investigation.
The biggest question was how the killer found their victims and how they knew that they were killers.
The answer was obvious. They didn't need to figure it out. They just needed to wait. Why just in the effort to investigate when a serial killer tries to convince you to leave with them? So bars are the obvious place. But that's shaky at best since there is a period of torment that takes place that allows the victims to return home. The killer doesn't care if the victims could call the police, perhaps because they know their victim won't.
Bruce started to build a profile. He saw a pattern here. Each of the victims had a preference for their victims as well. They targeted young people, mainly boys. Odds are the Serial Serial Killer matched that description or age range. So bars weren't the hunting ground. So parks were more likely to go unnoticed and boys tended to hang out there longer after dark.
The killer was more than likely a victim himself so he may have a few scars but probably not noticeable enough that his would-be assailants would be turned off. There is no ignoring the predatory nature of the victims. Each killed children for gratification in some form. It's not that the boy is attractive but he probably has traits that the victims found attractive in children. So babyfaced, short, native, and polite.
There was much else Bruce could get. There was nothing concrete and he still didn't understand the method that was used. So far this was guesswork.
It wasn't until a few weeks later while he tracking another killer that he found his answer.
Dr.Kinder a Biologist by day and a killer who experiments on his victims at night had picked up a promising new lab rat a week ago. He had intended to slowly dissect the boy. He had gotten so used to the screams he stopped using anesthetics besides he wanted to see how the fear response caused the organs to shift.
To his surprise the boy didn't fight, in fact he seemed to jump to the table and say he didn't need restraints. Disturbing. But he was restrained anyways.
As the doctor cut him open the boy didn't react, only humming to himself as he watched the doctor.
"What are you hoping to find?" He asked. "I'm getting bored and this bearly hurts."
The boy annoyingly never stopped talking and never missed a chance to ruin the moment. There were never any screams or cries but incessant talking.
Dr.Kinder found the boy disturbing so he simply took an axe and chopped the boy into pieces. Not once did he make a sound. The doctor thought it was over but the next day the boy was back. He sat on the autopsy table kicking his feet in nothing but his bare skin.
"What the hell are you?" The doctor gasped in horror.
"I'm bored. Play with me again." The boy purred.
Bile crawled up his throat as the doctor restained this...thing again.
This time the boy spoke differently.
"You cut me up last time. Did you do that to the last boy. After you...you know." A sick grin spread across his cheeks.
The doctor cut open his neck this time and let him bleed out.
Everyday he came back and every day the doctor killed him until the time between his death got shorter and shorter. The days began to blur and he had no idea how long he had been doing this. But that thing kept talkimg to him.
Dr.Kinder stared down at his desk at the papers trying to think of anything but-
"I wonder what people would think about what you've done. You're a disgusting and depraved man doctor. Look at what you've done to me." The sing-song voice of that demon called out.
He could feel those blood-soaked arms wrapped around his neck.
He flinch as he pushed the thing away.
"Oh, are you going to beat me or stab me this time? Ooo, or are you going to put me through the woodchipper again?" The demon asked as the doctor wrapped his hands around his throat.
He just kept squeezing until the boy went limp. It never ends. The blood never goes away. It covered every surface of the room. Dripping, conjugating, and spreading into every corner. Whenever he turned his head he could see body parts spread across the room in the pools of blood he could they the faces of the others that he had killed. Each face wretched in agony.
"You hold on better than the others. I've been eaten, torched, and disemboweled before but after coming back a few times they usually end it after a few words. But every time they don't feel guilt. They just don't want to face consequences." The boy said. "Do you even remember my name? The one I told you when you picked me up on the side of the road or was I just another body to use and discard? I used the name of your first victim. I hoped you'd notice."
The doctor knew he couldn't kill the boy but he could end himself. He had tried it once but just like the kid he came back without a scratch.
"Not yet. This is your life now. Come on, let's taste death together. Again and again and again and again and-" he repeated over and over.
This was hell. This was his hell.
But it came to an end eventually. Dr.Kinder put an end to himself in a gruesome display.
Batman had only caught the tail end as he faced a young boy standing an a pool of blood.
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"Yeah, that thing is like a worse version of a revenant. Doesn't really have a name yet to describe it. It's undead for sure. You kill it and it just comes back." Constantine said "Why did you bring it here?"
After a long bath and some new clothes, the kid looked normal as played on a phone given to him.
"Look, I didn't know what else to do." Bruce explained.
"You leave it alone!" Constantine said exasperated "Look they are harmless to anything they don't bear a grudge towards. Think of it as a force of nature." Constantine said.
"I just want to know how to stop him." Bruce said.
"Well you can't kill it but you can't bring him back entirely. You can just soothe it 'till it stops targeting its victims. It must have died pretty gruesomely to go to these lengths. You need to find where it died and lay it to rest. Properly." Constantine sighed knowing that appeasing this soul would be more than just difficult.
"Danny, come on. Let's go." Bruced said putting a hand on the boy's head as Danny stood up to leave.
"Okay. Bye!" Danny waved to Constantine.
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mini mods : guilt trip interaction & lose weight milestone
guilt trip put your sim’s mischief skill to work with the guilt trip interaction. this playful yet chaotic social option lets your sim make another feel guilty, stirring up drama or emotional tension. the target’s reaction—guilt, irritation, or annoyance—depends on their traits and relationship with your sim.
key features:
adds fun drama to social interactions
works for sims aged child to elder
perfect for sims with high mischief skill
use it to shake things up, build rivalries, or just have some fun at someone else’s expense!
weight loss milestone buffs and interactions
celebrate your sim's weight loss journey with a series of dynamic buffs and interactions that capture the emotional highs and lows of the process. from moments of pride to occasional frustrations, this mod adds a realistic and engaging layer to your sim's story.
key features:
emotional variety: buffs reflect a range of emotions like happiness, pride, and determination, with some moments of anger or frustration for added realism.
dynamic rewards: unlock unique buffs for achieving milestones, each with specific mood boosts and durations to keep your sim motivated.
engaging interactions: includes milestone-specific actions where your sim can share their progress, celebrate achievements, or overcome setbacks.
how it works:
happy buffs: reward your sim with positive moodlets after hitting major goals.
angry buffs: reflect the occasional challenges of the journey with short-term frustrations.
gym interactions: your sim must interact with gym equipment at least 5 times to unlock the milestone, ensuring their progress feels earned and rewarding.
milestone celebrations: allow your sim to connect with others, share their story, or inspire friends.

help your sim stay active, achieve milestones, and grow emotionally as they progress on their weight loss journey!
the milestone also comes with interactions about weight loss!this mod is not meant to encourage fatphobia. i created this small milestone because my sim went on a weight loss journey and accomplished a big goal, and i wanted to celebrate that. please be kind!
feel free to ask any questions or issues beauties!
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Storyline: Working overnight at a busy office job wasn't everyone's cup of tea, especially not your clingy girlfriends.
Pairings: Student!Ning x Businesswoman!reader
Warnings: public sex, phone sex, dirty talk (ithink)
Note: Both are 18+, obviously, ik I said I was making ning fluff, which I am obviously, but i wanted to make it two parts, and this just came to mind for part 1. Sorre
Word count: 2k (pretty short, idk how you could make 5k+ with just phone sex 😭)
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You hated your job. It was one of the most insufferable places on earth. But the money was good, you needed the money. You weren’t struggling to pay rent or for food. You were actually quite ahead on your bills. The reason being was because of this job, also with the help of your pretty roommate. After the fallout between you guys and a mutual friend, she was kicked out of their house. So you decided to take her in, of course. Unlike you, she was tight on money but somehow still managed to stay in her uni without problem. Ever since then, you two have been living together, then long after you bloomed a relationship with her. She was now your girlfriend of one year and three months, and you couldn’t be happier.
Present time
While finishing up a few papers left by your boss, you noticed some unopened emails on your screen. When opening them, you see at least 5 different request sent to you by a few employers and your boss. You sigh in annoyance, having a feeling you’re going to be here a bit longer than planned. Scrolling through your inbox, skimming through everything, you finally click one and start working. That’s when a coworker walks up to you, leaning on your wall divider. “How long you plan on being here, I thought only six of us had the night shift.” His question sounded genuine with concern in his voice, looking around the office as if scanning to make sure his count was right. “Seven is an odd number y’know” he lets out a stupid chuckle, one you’ve hated for so long. Looking up at him, taking you from your concentration, you spoke. “I have extra work I need to get done. Maybe I’ll be promoted, who knows. Doubt you would.” The last remark was snarky. You gave him a sarcastic smile, turning back to your work. The man left with a scoff, not before whipping a few papers off your desk, scrambling them in the process. You clicked your teeth at this. It wasn’t anything new. It wasn’t something you weren’t used to by now.
Continuing your work, already done with three of the assignments listed to you, your phone rang. Feeling the buzz on your thigh, you take it out, to your realization it was your girlfriend. You turn your head to the bottom corner of your computer screen to check the time. Seeing it was two hours past when you’d usually be home, a bit of sadness washed over you. Picking up the phone, you put it to your ear. “Hey baby, sorry I’m not home yet. I’ve got extra work I’ve gotta get done.” You spoke quietly into the speaker of your phone. Not to draw attention to yourself, your coworkers were all across the room, some just a row behind you. “It’s fine. I was just worried, is all” your girlfriend said, shuffling in bed, to get comfortable. “How long till you can come home, I miss you” she said in a whiny tone, her voice a bit hoarse due to being tired. She must’ve just woken up, you thought to yourself before answering her. “A while, baby, not too long, though. Don’t miss me too much, cutie.” You chuckled a bit as you spoke, earning a playful whine from the other side of the phone. “Hey I’m gonna connect my headphones so I can finish this work, okay, cutie?” The other girl responded in a hum as you pulled out your airpods and connected them to your phone. I'm sitting right next to your keyboard as you get back to work.
Half an hour had passed with you giggling and snickering at your phone. Finishing some more work, the other end of the call was a bit silent sometimes. She didn’t answer you with words mostly with hums or a few “uh huh’s” there wasn’t a problem in that at all, she was probably sleepy I mean its way passed 10 so of course she’s a bit less talkative. “I miss you” suddenly the other side of the phone spoke. Your eyes widened a bit, taking you out of your trance, and the corner of your lips formed a small grin. “I wish you were here right now” your girlfriend spoke in a soft tone. Barley able to hear her. “Me too, baby. I hope you're keeping the bed warm for me when I get home.” You let out a soft chuckle as she giggled quietly. Once again, you heard shuffling through the phone her sighs we slightly audible too. “Are you sleepy?” You asked after the other end went silent. It took a while to gain a response from her. “No, I can’t sleep, not yet” You laughed a bit at her words. Between the two of you, Ning was very clingy she held onto you like a lost puppy. You two were always together. She would even follow you to the bathroom sometimes. She loved being your little spoon, too, anytime you two cuddled. “You should sleep, love, I won’t be home till maybe around one in the morning” saying this caused you to frown. You really wanted to be in bed right now. Holding your favorite girl, planting sweet, soft kisses on her. But no, you just HAD to notice those emails. “I tried, I need you here, holding me. Your arms wrapped around me, I need you.” Hearing her voice, she sounded so needy, desperate. She really did need you, especially at this very moment.
“I miss you too. I can’t stand being away from you for this long. I haven’t kissed you in forever.” You whined out quietly. It really has been long, seeing as two of your coworkers have already left and headed home. “There’s a lot you haven’t done to me in a while …” the other side spoke, catching you off guard. You froze. Ruffling and strange movements were heard from your phone. It lasted a while, too. Coming to your senses, you finally connected a few dots “Like what baby” you asked in a mocking tone, smiling to yourself as well. “I think you know” her voice was husky, yet her words flew out smoothly. “Hmm I’m not sure. Maybe you could refresh my memory?” You teasingly asked her, your smiling becoming a bit bigger. “Fuck why can’t you just get here already ..” She let out a sharp sigh as she spoke. You giggled at her words, she really does miss you huh “So impatient baby, hmm I wonder what would I be greeted with if I were there right now.” You leaned back in your chair, you felt a bit cocky in this moment crossing your arms behind your head. “Your very needy, wet, horny and spread girlfriend that’s what” you could hear her soft sighs and whines through your headphones. It was a bit too quiet for your liking so you turned your volume up. “That’s a sight to see y’know, fuck I’d love to be there right now and ruin you. I bet that’s what you want huh, my fingers deep inside your aching pussy” a few moans were heard along with a few wet sounds from her fingering her pussy. “Your so disgusting, touching yourself at this hour, begging to be fucked senseless”
Giggling to yourself in the moment you check your surroundings, seeing nobody is paying you any mind you continue to focus in your desperate lover. “I bet you can’t wait for me to get home. Can’t wait for me to fucking ruin that pretty body of yours.” You bit your lip at the thought of it, sighing to yourself. Your girlfriends’ moans were getting louder, you heard a soft thud as your girlfriend placed her phone down beside her. “Fuck, I need you so bad right now!” Ning wasn’t really the time to vocalize her needs like this, she was quieter and let her body do most the talking when it came to sex between you two. Seeing this side if her changed something in you. You had to get this side out of her more often. “I can’t really hear you that well though baby, doesn’t sound like you miss me that much.” You tease her tilting your head placing your chin in your hands, staring at your computer screen. Imagining what she looks like right now. “You wanna hear how bad I need you, yea?” She took her phone in hand and turned her camera on. The camera facing the ceiling, before she slowly brought it down to her milky fingers going in and out of her drenched pussy. You could only stare at your screen, has she lost her mind ? This isn’t the same girl a few hours ago. This isn’t the same girl you gave breakfast in bed to earlier. Snapping you out of your thought, she moved her camera in all angles giving you the greatest views of her soaking wet body. “Fuck baby, see? See how bad I need you right now, you’re telling me work is more important than pleasing this?” her voice became higher in pitch the more she went on, bucking her hips into her hand. So desperate for more, so desperate for you.
The sound of her moans and the way her body moved into her hand was driving you crazy. That should be you. You should be the one pleasing her right now. Except you're stuck here watching your pretty girl work for her orgasm. Licking you’re lips at the sight, your hand slowly went down to your pants, unbutton them swiftly. Looking around the office for any wandering eyes. Your hands slipped down to your soaking panties circling your clit slowly. A soft sigh left your lips as you closed your eyes gently. Your motion on yourself fastening, closing your legs ever so slightly due to the feeling rushing inside you. “Baby ..” you whispered head falling down, biting your lip a little. Roughly enough to leave a mark. Moving from your panties you put your hand inside playing with your wet fold. Slowly teasing your entrance, moving your fingers in and out, but not the full length of them. Your girlfriends’ moans were louder than before the camera shaking, hips bucking up and down. Her tiny whines and quiet curses driving you nuts. “You close baby?” you asked working your fingers in yourself. “mhm …” She answered her voice whiney and needy. Flipping the camera she faced it to her exposed chest, cupping one breast and playing with her nipple. Of course taking her hand away from her heat upset her a bit, but she knew you loved seeing her touch herself. Just for you and nobody else. “So pretty baby, you look so good. Fuck I wish I was there to taste you” your words making her whine and bite her lip, putting her fingers back into her soaking wet pussy. “I wanna feel your tongue deep inside me, taste how good you make me feel.” You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips, and honestly you didn’t care if anyone heard. Your too focused on the beautiful piece of art in front of you to care.
Your pace with your fingers quickened inside you, spreading your legs a little wider for easier access. Biting your lip to conceal your moans, you threw your head back against the head of your chair. Phone in one hand and the other in your pants. You could feel your climax reaching near. You could tell she was close too with the way her body was moving and how fast her hand had gotten. “You better cum baby, just for me, ruin those sheets” you gritted your teeth together and you felt closer and closer to the edge having forgotten all about your work, the time, and if the people around you were aware of your little situation. “Fuck baby I’m so close, I wanna cum in your mouth all over your face.” Her words sent you over the edge cumming all over your hands and in your pants. You wanted to close your eyes but you couldn’t look away from her perfect body and how it reacted to finally releasing all that built up tension in her code. She let out high pitched moans and cute whines as she came, not stopping after wetting her fingers she played with her clit a little more. The fast circles she was rubbing on herself made her squirt all over the bed her camera catching all of it. Her body squirmed at the pleasure and release. The call was almost quiet, all that could be heard was the heavy breaths your girlfriend was taking. Her small gasp and her little whimpers. You watched all this go down, finally growing tired of waiting you buttoned your pants up and packed your things to head out and head home to your girlfriend. “Fuck, hurry home, okay? I miss you” your girlfriend said before ending the call.
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Will I be Famous?
Astrology of Fame
When it comes to if you’ll be famous, there’s several indicators that can show you having the potential to be famous. Obviously, it’s still going to take work to achieve this but you’ll have certain advantages based on your chart
Leo + 5h placements + Leo degrees (5°, 17°, 29°) + Sun aspects
- Leo is the sign of fame. If you have any placements in Leo then yes, you have the strong potential to be famous or well known.
- The 5h is Leo house so even if you don’t have any planets in the sign of Leo but have it in Leo house, you still have strong potential for fame.
- Leo degrees is also a big indicator.
5°- short term fame. You can be famous forever but you’ll always be known for this one particular thing or a few, and won’t be in the mainstream media as much unless it’s about that thing you did
17°- moderate fame. Being more well known in the mainstream media. You’ll have quite a few well known projects that you’ll be famous for.
29°- long term fame, you’re constantly in the media and you have a long range of projects
-having close aspects to your Sun also influence if you have fame energy.
Example: Sun conj MC indicates being well known on in your chosen field.
Saturn + 10h + Capricorn placement and degrees (10° and 22°
-Saturn rules over your career and public image. Saturn also rules over our legacy after we retire. “What will people remember me for?”
-having your planet’s especially your personal planets (big 6)in the 10h can indicate being well known and highly respected.
-Now Saturn is long term fame but it’s also the planet that takes a long time to get to where you want to go. Consistency, Strong work ethic, being responsible are the keys for success
10° is the degree that represents respect and long term goals
22° is one of the most notorious degrees. It’s named “kill or be killed” degree. Now this doesn’t mean you will be killed or you will kill someone (I hope not anyway lol) I personally look at this degree in what are you willing to sacrifice or not to achieve your goals?
Uranus + 11h + Aquarius Placements + degrees (11°, 23°)
- Uranus rules over society, networking, and social friend group. It also rules over your collected wealth. Taurus and 2h rules over the wealth you are building but Uranus and 11h is what you have built.
-have your personal plant placements can make you very influential to a large group of people. Remember Aquarius is Leo sister sign. Leo is the stage but Aquarius is the people. Part of being famous is your fans and fandom. Uranus is a generational planet so having these placements means you impact on your generation.
Example: I’m from the Uranus Aquarius generation so being well known on social media and influencing large group of people. It’s in the 7h (placidus) and 8h (whole sign) so I’m building a business that talk about occult topics . I also talk about healing a lot on this blog
11° means you’re good at connecting with people, you may know all kinds of people for different purposes
23° means you are the one everyone knows or at least heard of. People go through you because you are the networker.
Venus + 2h and 7h + Taurus and Libra + degrees (2°, 14°, 26°, 7°, 19°)
-Venus is a huge fame indicator. Beauty and looks is a huge part of being famous. You can use your Venus sign to your advantage by matching the energy of the sign and house it’s in.
Example: if you have Venus Aries 5h, wearing reds, oranges, yellows, bangs or side parts are some of the ways you can show this energy
-libra rules over one on one connections and partnerships. It’s how we connect with people up close and personal. This is where enemies reveal themselves openly.
7° is one of the degrees that rules over beauty and aesthetics, may be really charming
19° is one of the karmic degrees. It’s the partnership degree. You may meet lots of past life people in this lifetime. You may end up being with a past life partner. This is also the business degree.
-Taurus rules over all of our finances and the things we are building in our life. It also rules fashion but more so our physical beauty features such as dimples ect; while Libra is the beauty and aesthetics.
2° is known as the powerhouse degree. You have the power and energy to build an empire if you want too.
14° and 26° are both the fashion, pretty face degrees. There’s also a natural beauty energy.
Do you have any of these placements?
Have you booked your reading with me yet?
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✨Rise and Shine, Darling - 1/5✨
Summary: You play for the love of it. He hears something more. A chance meeting, a shared song, and a connection neither of you expected. Music brought you together. Now it might change everything.
-requested-
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Language
Word Count: 2812
A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 🩷
Music had always been your world. Late nights in the studio, early mornings chasing inspiration, and afternoons lost in the hum of a guitar. You weren’t famous—not yet—but people were starting to notice. Industry whispers called you the next big thing, and your songs were beginning to make waves beyond the small, intimate venues you loved playing.
That’s how you ended up here—another bar, another setlist, another night pouring your soul into melodies for a crowd of strangers. You didn’t mind. If anything, you thrived on it. The music industry was ruthless, but up on stage, with the warm glow of the spotlight and the weight of a guitar against your body, you felt untouchable.
Tonight was no different. You played your heart out, let the lyrics bleed into the mic, and when the final note faded into silence, the crowd erupted in applause. A genuine one. Not just polite claps—actual appreciation. That was all you ever wanted.
As you packed up your gear, a deep voice cut through the noise.
"That was incredible".
You turned, expecting another fan, maybe a fellow musician. Instead, you found yourself staring up at a man who looked vaguely familiar—tall, sharp-jawed, with striking green eyes that held an easy confidence. There was something rugged about him, like he belonged in an old western movie instead of a bar.
"Thanks", you said, slinging your guitar strap over your shoulder. "You a musician?".
He let out a short laugh. "Something like that".
You raised a brow. "That doesn’t sound convincing".
He grinned. "Well, I’ve got a band. Radio Company".
The name rang a faint bell, but you weren’t sure if you’d heard their music. You shrugged. "Cool. You local?".
His smile widened, like you had just said something funny. "Something like that", he repeated. "Jensen, by the way". He extended a hand.
You shook it, his grip firm and warm. "Y/N".
"Y/N", he echoed, like he was testing how it sounded. "Well, Y/N, I think you might be the most talented person I’ve seen in a long time".
You felt heat rise to your cheeks but kept your composure. Compliments were nice, but they didn’t pay the bills. "That so?".
He nodded. "Yeah. And I’d love to jam with you sometime".
There was something genuine in his tone—no arrogance, no empty industry promises. Just curiosity. Interest.
You tilted your head. "You don’t even know if we’d sound good together".
"True", Jensen admitted, "but I’ve got a feeling about you".
You studied him for a moment. There was something intriguing about him, something effortless in the way he carried himself. He wasn’t trying to impress you—he was just him.
Maybe, just maybe, this was a risk worth taking. "Alright, Jensen", you said.
You followed Jensen toward the bar, weaving through the thinning crowd. The air smelled like old wood and spilled whiskey, the soft hum of conversation filling the space where your music had been just moments before.
He slid onto a barstool, motioning for you to take the seat beside him. You hesitated for a brief second before taking a seat. “What are you drinking?”, he asked, signaling the bartender.
“Whiskey, neat”, you said without missing a beat.
His lips quirked into a smirk. “Didn’t take you for a whiskey kind of girl”.
You shrugged. “Goes with the job, I guess. Late nights, music, bars—it just fits”.
Jensen nodded approvingly as the bartender placed two glasses in front of you. He raised his in a casual toast. “To good music and blind collaborations”.
You clinked your glass against his before taking a slow sip, the burn familiar, comforting. “So, what’s your deal, Jensen? You always scout musicians at dive bars?”.
He let out a low chuckle. “Not usually. Honestly, I just came here for a drink, but then you got up on stage, and—”. He shook his head slightly, like he was still processing it. “You’ve got something real. It’s rare to see someone play like that—like they mean every damn word”.
The compliment settled deep in your chest, warm and unexpected. You’d heard praise before, sure, but something about the way he said it—so sure, so matter-of-fact—made it feel different.
“You talk like you know what that feels like”, you mused, swirling the amber liquid in your glass.
Jensen exhaled a short laugh. “Yeah. Been in this business a long time, in one way or another”.
You raised a brow. “That so? And what exactly do you do?”.
For a split second, something flickered across his face—amusement, maybe? Surprise? But just as quickly, it was gone.
“You really don’t know, do you?”, he asked, leaning back against the bar.
You frowned. “Should I?”.
He let out another chuckle, shaking his head. “Nah, I kind of like it. Keeps things interesting”.
Now you were curious. You narrowed your eyes, studying him. He did look familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it. Maybe he was some underground artist? A producer? Either way, he wasn’t offering up the information, and you weren’t the type to beg for answers.
“So, you’ve got a band”, you said instead, shifting the conversation back to music. “What kind of sound?”.
“Bit of rock, bit of blues”, he said, taking a sip of his drink. “You’d probably like it”.
“Cocky”.
“Confident”, he corrected with a grin.
You smirked, shaking your head. “I’ll be the judge of that”.
Jensen leaned in slightly, his tone turning teasing. “Oh yeah? And what happens if you do like it?”.
You met his gaze, holding it steady. “Then maybe I’ll consider jamming with you”.
His smirk deepened. “Guess I better make a good impression, then”.
The two of you had talked for over two hours, and somehow, the time had slipped by unnoticed. The conversation had flowed effortlessly, covering everything from music influences to the worst gigs you’d ever played. He found himself enjoying it more than he expected. Not just because you were talented, but because you were real. No pretentious industry talk, no calculated charm, just you.
By the time the bar had started to quiet down, Jensen had done something he never did. He handed you his number. His actual number, not his manager’s, not his assistant’s, but his own.
You didn’t seem to think much of it, just stored it in your phone with an easy smile, but as he left the bar and headed for his car, Jensen couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d just done something very unlike himself.
Sure, you were good—really damn good. That kind of raw talent was rare, and he had no doubt that in a year, maybe even less, your name would be everywhere. And yeah, it’d be nice to say he was a part of it, maybe work on a song or two, collaborate while you were still on the rise.
But that didn’t explain why he gave you his personal number. It wasn’t like him.
The thought stuck with him as he drove home—home being a secluded house he’d bought in Austin just a few weeks ago, under the radar. He had told himself he needed a change of pace, a place to breathe, a way to just be Jensen instead of the guy everyone else expected him to be.
As he pulled into his driveway, he leaned back against the seat and exhaled. You were twenty-five. That was twenty-two years younger than him. Damn. That should’ve made him stop and think, should’ve been a flashing neon sign in his mind telling him to leave it at a professional level.
But then, it wasn’t like he was interested—not like that.
He just wanted to sing with you, that’s all. See what you could do together. Maybe guide you a little, help you navigate an industry that chewed people up and spat them out before they even knew what hit them.
That’s all it was.
At least, that’s what he told himself as he shut off the engine and stepped inside. But even as he kicked off his boots and sank onto the couch, his mind drifted back to you—your laugh, the way you talked about music like it was stitched into your very bones, the spark in your eyes when you challenged him.
And before he could stop himself, he pulled out his phone. His fingers hovered over the screen, debating, before he typed out a simple message. "Had a good time talking tonight. Let me know when you wanna jam".
He stared at it for a second, then hit send before he could overthink it. Setting the phone down, he ran a hand over his face with a quiet chuckle. What the hell was he doing? He had sent the text without thinking too much about it, but now, as the seconds ticked by, he wondered if he should’ve just left things as they were.
It wasn’t that he regretted giving you his number—there was something refreshing about you, something real. But he also knew how this kind of thing played out. He had been through it too many times.
Ever since his divorce over two years ago, the media had been relentless. Every single time he was seen with a woman, they slapped a headline on it. "Jensen Ackles' New Mystery Girlfriend?" or "Supernatural Star Spotted With Possible Love Interest!". It was exhausting. Hell, sometimes he didn’t even know the woman they were talking about—just someone he had been standing next to at an event.
That’s why he had bought the house in Austin under wraps.
LA, where he lived the last two years, had been suffocating. Every time he stepped outside, someone had a camera in his face, trying to get a shot they could sell to some gossip site. Austin was home—had always been home—and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. So far, he had managed to stay under the radar. No one knew he had moved back. No press, no fans, no unwanted attention. Just peace.
His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts.
You: Had a great time talking too! I’m in town for another week before I head to Tennessee for some small gigs.
Jensen grinned slightly as he read the message. You were casual about it, no pressure, no expectations. He liked that.
Jensen: Good to know. Let’s find some time before you leave.
He hesitated for a second before adding—
Jensen: If you’re free tomorrow, I’ve got a private studio we can mess around in. No pressure, just music.
He hit send and leaned back, waiting. A few minutes passed before his phone lit up again.
You: That sounds amazing! I’m free in the afternoon. Just tell me where.
He smiled to himself before typing back.
Jensen: I’ll send you the address in the morning. See you then.
As he locked his phone and set it on the table, he exhaled deeply. This was not something he did. He didn’t just meet random people in bars and invite them into his life. He was careful, had to be careful. And yet, here he was.
Maybe it was because he knew you’d be big in no time, and he liked the idea of being part of something at the start. Maybe it was because he missed the rush of making music with someone new. Or maybe—just maybe—it was something else entirely.
Either way, there was no turning back now.
The morning passed quickly. Jensen had sent you the location of the studio—a small, private spot outside the city, one that was his. Not some big-label, high-end place, just a little tucked-away haven where he could mess around with music without anyone knowing where he was.
When you arrived that afternoon, the sun was just starting to dip, casting golden light over the quiet streets. The studio wasn’t flashy, just a simple brick building with a single black door. It wasn’t the kind of place you’d expect someone famous to use—which was probably the point.
You hesitated only for a second before knocking. A few moments later, the door swung open, and there he was—Jensen.
“Hey”, he greeted, stepping aside to let you in. He was dressed casually, just a plain t-shirt and jeans, but something about the way he carried himself made it clear he was used to standing out.
“Hey”, you replied, stepping inside.
The studio was simple but comfortable. Warm lighting, a couple of guitars leaning against the walls, a piano in the corner, and a setup that told you he took this seriously. He shut the door behind you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hope you didn’t have trouble finding the place. It’s kind of out of the way”.
You shook your head. “Nah, it was easy. Looks like you’ve got yourself a nice setup here”.
Jensen grinned. “Yeah, well, I needed a place where I could just mess around without anyone breathing down my neck”. He gestured toward the couch near the recording area. “Make yourself at home. Want a drink? Coffee? Water?”.
“Water’s good”, you said, dropping your bag beside the couch.
Jensen grabbed a bottle from the mini fridge, tossing it your way before taking a sip of his own drink. “So”, he leaned against the counter, smirking slightly, “you ready to see if we sound good together?”.
You grinned. “That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?”.
He chuckled, pushing off the counter and grabbing an acoustic guitar. “Alright then, let’s see what we’ve got".
It started simple—just a few strums, testing the waters. Jensen played a few chords, humming a melody under his breath. You listened, tapping your fingers against your knee, picking up on the rhythm.
Then you started to sing. The moment your voice filled the space, Jensen froze. He had known you were talented—he wouldn’t have invited you here otherwise. But hearing you like this? Unfiltered, raw, no bar noise, no distractions? Damn.
Jensen found himself caught up in the moment, the music pulling him in effortlessly. It had been a long time since he felt this connected while playing with someone else. Usually, jamming with other artists was just that—music, rehearsed and structured. But this? This was different.
Without thinking, he started singing. His voice blended into the melody, deep and rich, weaving through the spaces between your lyrics like it had always belonged there. And the second he did, something in your chest tightened.
The moment his voice hit that perfect harmony, a chill ran down your spine, goosebumps breaking out across your arms. You weren’t sure if it was the way your voices blended, the natural ease of it, or the sheer undeniable chemistry between the two of you, but something about it felt right.
Jensen must’ve noticed your reaction because when you both hit the final note, he pulled back slightly, watching you with a knowing smirk. “You felt that, didn’t you?”, he asked, voice laced with something between amusement and curiosity.
You exhaled, blinking as if shaking off whatever spell had just taken over. “Yeah”, you admitted, still a little breathless. “That was insane”.
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it was”.
There was a beat of silence—not awkward, just heavy. Like both of you were processing whatever the hell had just happened.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes still on you. “So, tell me—does it always feel like that when you sing with someone, or am I just special?”.
The teasing lilt in his voice made you roll your eyes, but deep down, you knew the truth. It had never felt like this before. Not with anyone. But you weren’t about to tell him that.Instead, you smirked, playing along. “You’re alright, Jensen. I guess you can keep up”.
He laughed, shaking his head. “Damn. Tough crowd”.
You glanced at the guitar in his hands, still feeling the electricity from what had just happened. “We should record that”, you said, your voice more serious now. “Whatever that was? We need to get that down before it disappears”.
Jensen’s smirk softened into something more thoughtful. “Yeah”, he nodded. “Yeah, we do”.
And just like that, the moment wasn’t just a moment anymore. It was the beginning of something.
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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰
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Descendants Evie x Reader: Charming Lies, True Hearts
Prompt: Evie x fem!reader enemies to lovers? maybe they’re roommates at auradon prep and they just really can’t stand eachother but there’s lowkey a lot of tension there and they end up kissing??? idk I’m just a sucker for enemies to lovers and also evie so.
Reader: Female
Word count: 4417
Average reading time: 16 min 5 sec
Category: Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: None
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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.
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Auradon Prep was supposed to be perfect, but Y/n Charming had learned long ago that even fairy tales had their share of complications. The picturesque towers, the neatly trimmed gardens, and the glittering gowns were all a part of her everyday life. As the daughter of Prince Charming and Cinderella, she had grown up surrounded by the ideals of chivalry and grace, but nothing in her upbringing had prepared her for the chaos that came with the four new transfer students from the Isle of the Lost.
Y/n stood by the grand entrance of Auradon Prep, together with her twin brother Chad, and watched as Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos stepped out of the limousine. Chad, as usual, was preoccupied with his reflection in a hand mirror, checking that every blond strand was perfectly in place. Y/n rolled her eyes. ‘Of course, he was more interested in his hair than the newcomers. Typical Chad.’
But Y/n’s attention was immediately drawn to Evie, the blue-haired daughter of the Evil Queen, who stepped out right after Mal, with an air of regal confidence that almost rivaled her own. Evie’s deep blue hair framed her face perfectly, and her lips were painted a bold red that made her look both enchanting and mysterious. Y/n’s heart skipped a beat, a reaction that she instantly dismissed as annoyance. ‘She will be just like her mother, obsessed with finding a prince and crown.’
“Welcome to Auradon Prep!” Ben’s voice rang out as he greeted the Isle kids with a warm smile. The Prince of Auradon was as princely as they came, handsome, kind, and idealistic. Y/n respected him, but she couldn’t help feeling skeptical about this entire experiment. Bringing villains’ children into Auradon? What was he thinking?
As introductions were made, Y/n noticed Evie’s gaze lingering on Chad. She didn’t miss the way Evie’s smile widened as her eyes raked over her twin brother, who was still engrossed in his mirror. ‘Of course, she’d set her sights on Chad, prince Charming. How predictable.’
Y/n’s lips pressed into a thin line as the knot of annoyance in her stomach tightened. ‘Doesn’t she have any sense, any selfrespect? My brother? Really?’
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The day went on with the usual bustle of new students settling in, and Y/n soon found herself in her dormitory, unpacking some new dresses her mother had sent her from the royal palace. The room was her space to hide when the royal life became a bit too much to handle, a space she had cherished for its isolation. But that was before she learned that she would no longer have it to herself.
“Y/n.” Ben called out as he entered her room. Y/n looked up, already dreading the words that would follow.
“Hi, Ben. What’s up?” she asked, trying to sound cheerful despite the sinking feeling in her chest.
“I need to talk to you about your rooming situation.” he started, his tone apologetic. “We’re a bit short on space with the new arrivals, and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind sharing your room with Mal and Evie.”
Y/n’s jaw tightened, but she forced a smile. “Of course. I understand.”
“Great! I knew I could count on you.” Ben said, clearly relieved. “They should be here any minute to settle in.”
The door barely closed behind him when Mal and Evie walked in, Evie’s luggage trailing behind her like a royal entourage. Y/n immediately noticed that Evie had already put on her most charming smile, the one that had undoubtedly been used to manipulate countless others. Mal, on the other hand, exuded a quiet confidence, her eyes scanning the room with a calculating sharpness that made Y/n’s skin prickle. This wasn’t just any ordinary duo—they were the daughters of some of the most infamous villains in history, and their presence was impossible to ignore.
“Hi, roomie!” Evie chirped, her voice sweet enough to rot teeth. “I hope we’ll get along just splendidly.”
Y/n turned away to hide her grimace. “Yeah, sure. Just keep your stuff on your side, and we’ll be fine.”
Mal’s eyes flickered between the two girls, sensing the tension almost immediately. She leaned casually against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest as if she were settling in to watch a show. “Nice place.” she commented, her voice dripping with amusement. “It’s almost as cozy as a dungeon.”
Evie’s eyes scanned the room, settling on Chad’s portrait hanging by Y/n’s bedside. “Oh, that’s a lovely picture of Chad.” she mused, stepping closer to get a better look. “He really is as handsome as the stories say.”
Y/n’s hands balled into fists. ‘Oh, for the love of—does she ever stop?’ “You know, there’s more to Auradon than just chasing after princes.” Y/n said, trying to keep her voice even, but the edge in her tone was unmistakable.
Evie turned to face her, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Who says I’m just chasing after princes? But if I were, who could blame me? He’s perfection.”
Mal raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by the exchange. “Perfection, huh? I didn’t think perfection was your type, Evie.”
Evie shrugged, her smile never faltering. “It’s not about perfection, Mal. It’s about potential.”
The casual way Evie dismissed the gravity of the situation only fueled Y/n’s anger. The thought of this girl, this daughter of a villain, trying to sink her claws into Chad, was infuriating. ‘How can she not see how ridiculous she’s being?’
“You might want to reconsider,” Y/n said, her voice sharper than she intended. “Chad isn’t as Charming as you might think he is. He is a first-class manipulator, using girls for his own benefit.”
The words were out before Y/n could stop them, and the room fell into a stunned silence. Evie’s eyes widened, her expression unreadable as she processed Y/n’s outburst. For a moment, Y/n regretted saying anything, but the thought of Evie pursuing Chad had clouded her judgment.
Mal let out a low whistle, her eyes flicking between Evie and Y/n with newfound interest. “Well, this just got interesting.”
Evie finally spoke, her voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of something darker. “You know, Y/n, it’s funny how you seem to know so much about Chad’s flaws. Almost like you’ve had some personal experience with them.”
Y/n’s heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to formulate a response. She hadn’t expected Evie to turn the tables so quickly. But this was no time to back down. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before she spoke.
“That’s because Chad is my twin brother.” Y/n said, her voice firm. “That’s how I know exactly what he’s like. I’ve seen it all firsthand, every sweet word, every charming smile, every single time he’s played someone to get what he wants. And trust me, Evie, you don’t want to be the next one to get her heart broken by prince charming.”
The room fell into a thick, tense silence as Evie processed this new information. Her smirk faltered for just a moment, her eyes narrowing as she reassessed Y/n. Mal, too, seemed caught off guard, her cocky grin slipping as she regarded Y/n with a new level of respect or perhaps wariness.
Evie’s smile returned, but it was colder this time, devoid of the warmth it had feigned earlier. “We’ll see, won’t we?” she said, her voice dangerously sweet. “Maybe I’ll surprise you.”
Mal pushed off the wall, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “This is going to be so much fun,” she said, her tone laced with dark excitement.
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The days following the confrontation in Y/n's dorm room were tense and filled with a thick atmosphere of unspoken rivalry. Evie had become more determined than ever to prove Y/n wrong, throwing herself into her pursuit of Chad with an intensity that made Y/n’s stomach churn. Mal, ever the instigator, watched the unfolding drama with an amused smirk, offering her support to Evie in ways that only fueled the flames.
Evie’s efforts didn’t go unnoticed. Chad, with his easy smile and princely charm, seemed to take to Evie’s attention like a moth to a flame. He invited her to study sessions, complimented her on her designs, and even started seeking her out during free periods. To anyone looking in from the outside, it might have seemed like the perfect fairy tale. Evie, the beautiful, talented daughter of the Evil Queen, winning the heart of Auradon’s golden boy.
But Y/n knew better.
She saw the way Chad’s eyes glazed over when Evie gushed about her latest fashion project. She noticed how he barely touched the homemade lunches Evie lavished upon him, and how he only truly seemed interested when the conversation turned to something he could gain from. The longer it went on, the more Y/n’s heart ached for Evie, despite their rocky start. Evie, for all her faults, genuinely believed she was getting what her mother had always told her. A prince, a crown, a future, validation of her worth. But Chad wasn’t interested in any of that. He was interested in one thing only: what Evie could do for him.
One afternoon, Y/n found herself in the library, trying to focus on her own homework when she overheard a familiar voice.
“Evie, you’re such a lifesaver,” Chad said, his tone dripping with feigned gratitude. “I don’t know how I’d get through all this without you.”
Y/n peeked around the corner of a bookshelf to see Chad leaning casually against a table, his signature smirk plastered on his face. Evie sat across from him, her face glowing with pride as she handed him a neatly organized stack of papers.
“Oh, it’s no problem at all,” Evie replied, her voice full of warmth. “I’m happy to help.”
Chad glanced over the papers, not even pretending to read them. “You’re amazing,” he said, flashing her a grin that Y/n had seen countless times before. It was the same grin that had melted hearts all over Auradon, and the same grin he used to get what he wanted. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
Evie blushed, ducking her head shyly. “You don’t have to say that, Chad.”
“No, I mean it,” Chad insisted, leaning in closer. “You’ve been incredible, Evie. I’m so glad we’re spending more time together.”
Y/n’s stomach turned as she watched the scene unfold. She could see the hope in Evie’s eyes, the belief that she was finally getting the prince she’d always dreamed of. But Y/n also saw the way Chad’s smile never reached his eyes, the way he pocketed the papers with a careless flick of his wrist before turning his attention back to his phone, clearly more interested in the latest social media update than in Evie.
It was sickening.
Chad played his part well, though. Over the next few weeks, he continued to reel Evie in with sweet words and hollow compliments, always careful to keep her hooked just enough to ensure she’d do his homework, help him study for tests, and provide a steady stream of the answers and resources he needed to maintain his grades.
But as much as it pained Y/n to see, she couldn’t interfere, not yet. She needed Evie to see Chad for who he really was, to realize that her so-called “prince” was nothing more than a shallow manipulator who saw her as a means to an end.
The opportunity came sooner than she expected.
It was a Friday afternoon, and Y/n had just finished her last class when she noticed Evie sitting alone in one of the courtyard gazebos, her usually vibrant expression clouded with worry. Y/n hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to approach her. The memory of their tense exchange in their dorm still lingered, but something about the way Evie sat there, her shoulders hunched and her fingers twisting nervously in her lap, convinced Y/n to act.
“Evie.” Y/n said softly as she approached, careful not to startle her.
Evie looked up, surprise flashing in her eyes before she quickly masked it with a forced smile. “Oh, hey, Y/n. What’s up?”
Y/n sat down next to her, the words heavy on her tongue. “I saw you with Chad earlier.” she began, trying to keep her voice gentle. “You seemed… happy.”
Evie’s smile faltered. “Yeah, well… Chad’s been really nice to me lately. He even said he might take me to the next royal ball.”
Y/n felt a pang in her chest, knowing exactly where this was heading. “Evie, I—”
“I know what you’re going to say.” Evie interrupted, her voice suddenly defensive. “You’re going to tell me I’m being used. That Chad doesn’t care about me. But you’re wrong, Y/n. You don’t know him like I do.”
“Evie, I do know him.” Y/n said firmly, her voice tinged with urgency. “He’s my brother. I’ve seen him do this before, he pretends to care just enough to get what he wants, but he never really does. You’re smarter than this, Evie. You have to see that.”
For a moment, Evie didn’t respond. She stared down at her hands, her expression conflicted. Y/n could see the war waging in her mind, the struggle between wanting to believe in the fairy tale and facing the harsh reality.
Finally, Evie spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “He told me he loves me, Y/n. That I’m different from all the other girls.”
Y/n’s heart broke a little at the vulnerability in Evie’s voice. “That’s what he always says.” she said softly. “He knows exactly what to say to make someone feel special. But, Evie… he’s using you. I’ve heard him bragging to his friends about how easy it is to get you to do his homework. He doesn’t care about you, he cares about what you can do for him.”
Evie’s eyes welled up with tears, her lip trembling as she tried to keep her composure. “But… I thought…”
Y/n reached out, placing a hand on Evie’s arm. “You deserve better than this, Evie. You’re talented, smart, and kind. Don’t let him make you feel like you need to prove your worth by doing his work. You don’t need Chad or any prince to validate you.”
For a long moment, Evie sat in silence, her emotions swirling in her eyes. Y/n could see the realization dawning on her, the painful truth sinking in. Finally, Evie let out a shaky breath, wiping away the tears that had begun to spill down her cheeks.
“I just wanted to make my mom proud.” Evie admitted, her voice breaking. “She always told me I needed to find a prince… that it was the only way to prove I was worth something.”
Y/n squeezed her arm gently. “Your worth isn’t defined by some prince, Evie. You’re amazing all on your own. You are so smart and look at how far you’ve come since you got here. You even are about to launch your own clothing brand. And you did all of it without a prince, just being you is enough Evie.”
Evie looked at Y/n, a mix of gratitude and sorrow in her eyes. “Thank you, Y/n.” she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. “I’m sorry for… everything.”
Y/n gave her a small, reassuring smile. “It’s okay. We’ve all made mistakes. The important thing is what you do next.”
Evie nodded, determination slowly replacing the sadness in her expression. “You’re right. I’m not going to let him use me anymore.”
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The atmosphere between Y/n and Evie shifted in the days following their heartfelt conversation in the courtyard. A tentative truce had formed, replacing the tension that once defined their interactions. But there was something more, something unspoken lingering between them, a connection that neither of them had expected.
Evie had kept her word. She distanced herself from Chad, focusing instead on her own studies and projects. Y/n noticed the change immediately, how Evie seemed more at ease, more confident in her own skin. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, allowing her true self to shine through.
The first time Y/n caught Evie looking at her, really looking at her, she felt her heart skip a beat. Evie’s gaze was intense, filled with something deeper than the casual glances they’d exchanged before. Y/n tried to dismiss it, telling herself it was nothing, but the flutter in her chest betrayed her.
One evening, as they sat in their dorm room, Evie working on a new dress design and Y/n pretending to study, the tension between them grew impossible to ignore. The silence was comfortable, but there was an electric undercurrent that neither could deny.
Evie was the first to break it. She set down her sketchpad and turned to Y/n, her blue eyes shimmering with a mixture of determination and something softer, something that made Y/n’s breath catch.
“Y/n,” Evie began, her voice gentle yet firm. “I’ve been thinking a lot… about everything that’s happened. About us.”
Y/n looked up from her textbook, her heart suddenly pounding. “Us?”
Evie smiled, a soft, almost shy smile that Y/n hadn’t seen before. “Yes, us. You’ve been so kind to me, even when I didn’t deserve it. You made me realize that I don’t need to chase after some prince to find my worth. And… I’ve realized something else, too.”
Y/n swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “What’s that?”
Evie leaned in closer, her gaze never leaving Y/n’s. “I don’t want a prince. I never did, not really. What I want… what I’ve wanted all along… is someone who sees me for who I am, someone who challenges me, who makes me want to be better. Someone who’s not afraid to call me out when I’m being ridiculous, but who also believes in me, even when I don’t believe in myself.”
Y/n felt her pulse quicken as Evie’s words sank in. There was no mistaking the intent behind them, the way Evie’s eyes flicked to her lips before meeting her gaze again. “Evie, I…”
Evie didn’t let her finish. With a boldness that took Y/n’s breath away, she closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against Y/n’s in a kiss that was soft, tentative, but filled with so much emotion that it made Y/n’s head spin.
For a moment, Y/n was too stunned to react. But then she melted into the kiss, her hands instinctively reaching up to cup Evie’s face. The kiss deepened, and Y/n felt a warmth spread through her chest, a sensation that was both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity.
When they finally broke apart, both girls were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other��s. Evie’s eyes sparkled with mischief, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I told you I can get what I want and what I want is this incredible good looking, kind hearted, brave princess charming.” she murmured, her voice filled with playful confidence.
Y/n let out a shaky laugh, her heart swelling with something she hadn’t fully realized until this moment. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
Evie grinned, a teasing glint in her eyes. “You love it.”
And Y/n couldn’t deny it. She did love it, loved the way Evie made her feel, loved the way their banter had transformed into something deeper, something that made her heart race and her thoughts scatter. “Maybe I do.” she admitted, her voice soft.
Evie’s smile softened, her hand gently caressing Y/n’s cheek. “Goo.,” she whispered. “Because I’m falling for you, Y/n. And I want to see where this goes, if you’re willing.”
Y/n’s heart soared at Evie’s confession. She didn’t have to think twice. “I’m willing.” she replied, her voice steady and sure.
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A view days into their blossoming relationship, Evie approached Y/n with a sparkle in her eye and an air of excitement that immediately caught Y/n’s attention. They were sitting together in the dorm room, enjoying a quiet afternoon when Evie suddenly hopped off her bed, rummaging through her closet with a grin.
“What are you up to?” Y/n asked, curious but already feeling a flutter of anticipation.
Evie glanced back at her, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Well, since we have our first official date tonight, I wanted to surprise you with something special.”
Y/n tilted her head, intrigued. “A surprise?”
Evie nodded, pulling out a garment bag and laying it carefully on her bed. “I’ve been working on something, and I think you’ll like it.”
With a teasing smile, Evie unzipped the bag to reveal a stunning dress, the likes of which Y/n had never seen before. The fabric was a soft, light shade of blue that shimmered faintly in the light, with delicate silver embroidery tracing intricate patterns along the bodice. The design was elegant yet simple, with a fitted waist and a flowing skirt that promised to swirl gracefully with every movement.
Y/n’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the dress, her heart skipping a beat. “Evie… did you make this?”
Evie’s smile widened, a mixture of pride and nervousness in her expression. “I did. I wanted to make something just for you, something that would make you feel as special as you make me feel.”
Y/n was speechless for a moment, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness behind the gesture. She reached out to touch the fabric, marveling at its softness. “It’s beautiful, Evie. I don’t even know what to say.”
Evie stepped closer, her eyes twinkling with affection. “Say you’ll wear it tonight. I want to see you in it.”
Y/n looked up at her, a warm blush spreading across her cheeks. “Of course I will,” she said softly, unable to hide the emotion in her voice. “Thank you.”
Evie beamed, her excitement contagious. “Perfect! Now, let’s get you dressed. I want everything to be just right.”
Y/n laughed, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement as Evie led her to the mirror. With gentle hands, Evie helped Y/n into the dress, carefully smoothing the fabric and adjusting the straps. As Y/n looked at herself in the mirror, she barely recognized the person staring back at her. The dress fit her perfectly, accentuating her figure in all the right places, and the color brought out the warmth in her eyes.
“You look stunning,” Evie whispered, her voice filled with awe as she stood behind Y/n, her hands resting on her shoulders. Their eyes met in the mirror, and Y/n felt her heart swell with love for the girl standing beside her.
“Evie, I… I don’t know what to say,” Y/n murmured. “This is the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
Evie’s expression softened, her hands sliding down to rest on Y/n’s waist. She leaned in, pressing a tender kiss behind Y/n’s ear, her lips lingering there for a moment. “You don’t have to say anything,” Evie whispered against her skin, her voice gentle and reassuring. “Just let me spoil you a little tonight, okay?”
Y/n smiled, turning around, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Evie’s lips. “I’m already spoiled just by being with you.”
Evie blushed at the compliment, but there was a glint of playful determination in her eyes as she stepped back, giving Y/n one last look-over. “Well, tonight is about making sure you feel as amazing as you are.”
Just then, the door to the dorm room swung open with a confident flourish, and Mal strolled in with a smirk that conveyed both satisfaction and a touch of amusement. “Looks like I’m just in time,” Mal said, her eyes dancing with a knowing glint. “You two look adorable. Is it date night already?”
Evie turned, her face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. “Mal! We were just about to head out. Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something here?”
Mal’s smirk widened as she leaned casually against the doorframe. “Oh, I can see that. And it’s about time you two made things official. Enjoy your evening; it looks like it’s going to be a memorable one.”
Y/n and Evie exchanged a glance, both laughing softly at Mal’s timing. With a final glance and a reassuring squeeze of Y/n’s hand, Evie led her toward the door. Mal watched them leave, her smirk giving way to a genuine smile as she admired the love and joy radiating from the couple.
Y/n found herself walking through the gardens of Auradon Prep, the night air cool against her skin, but the warmth of Evie’s hand in hers keeping her heart racing. Evie had arranged for a private picnic beneath the stars, complete with twinkling fairy lights and a spread of all their favorite foods. The setting was magical, straight out of a fairy tale, and Y/n couldn’t help but marvel at the lengths Evie had gone to make the evening perfect.
As they settled on the blanket, surrounded by soft pillows and the gentle glow of the lights, Y/n couldn’t take her eyes off Evie. She looked radiant, her own dress a deep shade of sapphire blue that complimented beautifully with Y/n’s light blue. They sat close, their fingers intertwined, and Y/n felt a wave of gratitude wash over her, grateful for this moment, for this girl who had changed everything.
“You’ve really outdone yourself.” Y/n said softly, her voice filled with affection. “This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever experienced.”
Evie smiled, leaning in closer. “I wanted it to be special, just like you.” She paused, her eyes glinting with a playful edge. “And I told you Y/n, I always get what I want.”
Y/n chuckled, remembering their first meeting and the way Evie had exuded confidence even then. “And what do you want, Evie?”
Evie’s gaze softened, her thumb gently brushing over Y/n’s knuckles. “My very own princess charming” she said simply, her voice filled with sincerity. “I want you, Y/n. And I’m going to make sure you never forget how much you mean to me.”
Y/n’s breath hitched at the words, a smile tugging at her lips. “You’ve already done that,” she whispered, leaning in to close the distance between them. Their lips met in a kiss that was slow and tender, filled with all the emotions they’d been carrying.
As the night went on, they talked, laughed, and shared stories under the stars, wrapped up in each other and the magic of the moment. It was the beginning of something beautiful, something neither of them had expected but both were eager to explore.
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TEACH ME PT.5 | TRAVIS KELCE
a/n: I know I've been MIA and I'm deeply sorry, hope you can forgive me. Here's a longer chapter for you guys. Still pretty soft but cute. It's going to become spicy in the next chapters, so stay tuned for that.
Warning: None
Words: 3.348 (not proofread)
Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader
Part 4
TEACH ME PT.5 | TRAVIS KELCE
Later that evening, after your day filled with playful banter and shared moments with the kids, you sat on your couch, sipping on a glass of white wine. The buzz from the day’s excitement lingered, and you found yourself reaching for your phone to give Travis a call.
The phone rang a few times before he picked up, his voice warm and inviting. "Hey there, I was just thinking about you. How’s the night treating you?"
You couldn’t help but grin at his playful tone. "Pretty great, actually. And I have you to thank for the wonderful day."
Travis chuckled on the other end. "Glad to hear that. So, spill the details. What’s your favorite part of the day?"
As you recounted the moments spent with the kids, laughter and shared experiences, you could feel Travis’s genuine interest through the phone. The conversation flowed effortlessly, a comfortable exchange that reflected the ease between you.
Before you knew it, the topic shifted to the surprise bouquet and the unexpected plane ticket he had sent you. "I couldn’t believe it when I found those waiting for me," you admitted, feeling a rush of gratitude. "Thank you, Travis. You didn’t have to do that. The bouquet is beautiful. You really know how to make a girl feel special."
Travis chuckled softly. "You deserve it. I just wanted to make you smile. Consider it a preview of what's to come. I thought you might want a little something to brighten your day while I'm away." You couldn’t suppress a chuckle. "Well, you certainly succeeded in doing that. But about the ticket—"
Travis jumped in before you could finish. "I know it’s short notice, but I wanted to make sure you had a chance to visit KC. Besides, I have a game coming up, and I’d love for you to be there. "
You were touched by his gesture. "That’s incredibly sweet of you, Travis. I’d love to come. It’ll be an adventure for sure." The conversation meandered into plans for the upcoming trip, laced with excitement and the promise of new adventures. Travis was eager to show you around, his enthusiasm contagious. The days that followed were a whirlwind of anticipation and planning. You couldn't shake the smile off your face after that incredible evening with Travis on your official first date. Every text, call, and shared moment only deepened the connection between you two.
Your classroom buzzed with excitement as the kids were eager to know more about the mysterious bouquet and the note. They couldn’t help but giggle at the idea of their teacher having a secret admirer.
Camille, your confidante, and cheerleader, was over the moon, practically planning your entire wardrobe for the trip to Kansas City. She oscillated between teasing and genuine excitement, leaving you laughing at her enthusiasm.
The days dwindled away, each passing moment building up the anticipation for your upcoming trip. Travis was a constant presence in your thoughts, his gestures and the sheer thoughtfulness behind each message making you feel like a school girl.
As the day of your flight neared, you found yourself standing in front of your closet, deliberating over what to pack. Camille sat on your bed, throwing outfit suggestions your way faster than you could consider them.
"You've got to look effortlessly chic but also comfortable," she insisted, holding up a stylish yet casual ensemble.
You chuckled, admiring her enthusiasm. "I think I'll manage. But thanks for the fashion advice."
The day before your flight, you received a call from Travis, his voice warm and inviting over the phone. "Hey, just making sure you're all set for tomorrow. I've got a few surprises planned."
Your heart fluttered at the excitement in his voice. "I'm beyond excited! What surprises?" you teased, hoping for a sneak peek.
He laughed, a melodic sound that made your heart skip a beat. "Ah, ah, can't spoil the fun. But I promise, you're in for a treat."
The night before your flight was filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You packed and repacked, ensuring you didn't forget anything essential. Camille stayed over, the two of you reminiscing about past adventures and making plans for when you returned.
The next morning arrived in a rush of adrenaline. You barely slept a wink, your mind filled with thoughts of the trip and the moments awaiting you. A quick check of your suitcase, a last-minute glance in the mirror, and you were ready to embark on this new chapter.
At the airport, the buzz of travelers and the anticipation in the air only fueled your excitement. Security cleared, you made your way to the gate, heart racing with every step closer to seeing Travis again.
The announcement for your flight echoed through the terminal, signaling the start of your journey. As you settled into your seat, the anticipation bubbled within you, the plane humming with the promise of a fun weekend.
As the flight took off, you gazed out the window, the city shrinking into the distance. Thoughts of what lay ahead filled you with a sense of joy and nervousness, a beautiful mix of emotions swirling within.
Kansas City awaited, and so did Travis. The promise of new experiences, shared moments, and the chance to explore a city with someone special made your heart race. The adventure had just begun, and you were ready to embrace every moment of it.
The descent into Kansas City was exhilarating. As the plane landed and passengers started to gather their belongings, your heart raced with anticipation. Stepping off the plane, the familiar buzz of a new city surrounded you, the air carrying the excitement of the adventures ahead.
As you made your way through the bustling airport, Travis’s text chimed in, “Just landed? I’m parked at the arrivals, can’t wait to see you!”
You grinned, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of reuniting with him. Your pace quickened, eager to see the man who had been on your mind for days.
Spotting Travis waiting by the arrivals gate, your breath hitched. Dressed casually yet stylishly in jeans and a well-fitted tee, he looked even more handsome than you remembered. His eyes lit up as he caught sight of you, a wide smile spreading across his face.
"Hey there," Travis greeted, pulling you into a warm hug that felt like coming home.
The familiarity of his embrace made your heart skip a beat. You matched his grin, feeling a surge of happiness at the sight of him. "Hey, stranger! Missed me already?" you teased, playfully raising an eyebrow.
Travis chuckled, stepping closer. "More than you know. But I must say, you’re looking even better than I remembered." His gaze swept over you appreciatively, sending a warmth through you.
"Well, I had to bring my A-game for the city tour," you quipped, enjoying the playful banter.
As he reached for your suitcase, his hand brushed against yours, sending an electrifying tingle down your spine. "Shall we head out then? I’ve got a couple of surprises lined up for you," Travis said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
The casual flirtation between you and Travis felt effortless, the chemistry palpable as you made your way to his car. The car ride was a flurry of laughter, easy conversation, and subtle touches that spoke volumes.
"So, any hints about these surprises you mentioned?" you teased, unable to contain your curiosity.
Travis flashed a sly smile. "Ah, where’s the fun in spoiling the surprise? But I promise you won’t be disappointed."
As Travis navigated the streets of Kansas City, the city's vibrant energy surrounded you. The car ride was a symphony of shared laughter, playful teasing, and moments that felt like they were plucked straight out of a romantic comedy.
You couldn’t help but grin at Travis’s playful secrecy about the surprises. "You’re really committed to keeping these under wraps, aren’t you?" you teased, enjoying the delightful mystery.
He shot you a grin that sparkled with mischief. "Absolutely! Gotta keep the suspense alive. Builds up the excitement, you know?"
Your curiosity was piqued, but you couldn’t deny the thrill of anticipation. The chemistry between you and Travis was undeniable, each moment spent together deepening the connection.
Pulling into a parking spot, Travis cut the engine, turning to face you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And here we are!"
You looked around, a hint of curiosity in your expression. "Here? Where exactly?"
Travis pointed to a bustling street lined with colorful shops and cafes. "Welcome to one of my favorite spots in town. Thought we'd start our adventure with some local treats and maybe a bit of shopping. You up for it?"
Your eyes lit up at the prospect, a playful smile forming on your lips. "Absolutely! Lead the way, tour guide extraordinaire."
The two of you strolled down the vibrant street, exploring quaint shops and sampling delicious treats. Travis was the perfect guide, sharing anecdotes about each place and introducing you to the city’s hidden gems.
Amidst the laughter and easy banter, there were subtle touches, a brush of hands when reaching for the same item at a shop, a lingering glance that spoke volumes. The chemistry crackled in the air, adding an extra layer of excitement to the day.
As you settled down at a charming café for a quick break, sipping on some freshly brewed coffee, Travis leaned in with a playful twinkle in his eye. "Okay, maybe it's time for a tiny hint about the surprises."
Your eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Finally! Lay it on me."
Travis leaned closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Let's just say one involves a spectacular view and the other might be nostalgic. But that’s all you're getting for now."
You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the thrill of the unknown. "I'm intrigued. Can't wait to see what you have in store."
As Travis and you stepped out of the charming cafe where you’d shared a warm beverage and a pastery, the late afternoon sun bathed the streets in a golden glow. The chatter and laughter between you felt like a warm embrace amidst the bustling city.
As you strolled along the street, absorbed in conversation, a flurry of camera clicks disrupted the tranquility. Paparazzi had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, snapping pictures of Travis. He shielded you instinctively, guiding you away from the commotion.
"Sorry about that," he murmured, a hint of frustration in his voice. "They're everywhere sometimes."
You offered a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand gently. "It’s okay. I guess that comes with the territory, huh?"
Travis nodded, the tension easing as you continued your walk. Soon, you arrived at his place, a modern yet cozy and beautiful house that exuded warmth.
Travis guided you through his home, the décor a reflection of his eclectic tastes and passions. He stopped in front of a guest room, gesturing toward it with a smile. "This is the guest room. Feel free to settle in here. I've made sure it's comfy for you."
You nodded appreciatively, taking in the inviting setup. "Thank you, Travis. It looks lovely."
Yet, there was a gentle hesitancy in his demeanor. He shuffled his feet slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a touch of shyness. "Um, I mean, if you're more comfortable, there's also my room. I could set up the guest room too, but..."
Travis’s voice trailed off, a hint of uncertainty lingering in the air. His suggestion hung between you, laced with a vulnerability that surprised you. You understood the unspoken invitation, the gentle offer to share his personal space, but you also sensed his hesitance.
Your heart warmed at his gesture, his consideration palpable. "I appreciate that, Travis. Your kindness means a lot."
A comfortable silence settled between you, the unspoken understanding weaving a delicate thread of connection. The offer was sweet and genuine, but you also sensed the boundaries he respected.
"I think I’ll settle into the guest room for now," you finally said, offering a warm smile. ‘’Of course,’’ he responded with a smile, ‘’I’ll let you get ready for your next surprise’’
You dropped your things off and freshened up, excited for the evening’s surprises Travis had planned.
Once you opened your suitcase, you surprisingly found the red and lacy 2 piece set that Camille had bought you before your first date with Travis. You grabbed your phone and snapped a quick picture sending it to you friend.
I don’t remember packing that...
Glad you arrived safe and sound. I figured it might come in handy for your trip, thank me later 😉
You shook your head giggling before picking an outfit for the evening. As the sky transitioned into a canvas of twilight hues, Travis led you outside, where a vintage car awaited.
‘’You look beautiful’’ he said with a genuine smile. You thanked him, a blush creeping on your cheeks.
Travis opened the car door for you with a grin. "Ready for the next surprise?"
You nodded eagerly, feeling a thrill of excitement. "Absolutely."
The drive to the outdoor dinner spot was filled with easy conversation and stolen glances, the city lights painting a picturesque backdrop. You arrived at a charming courtyard lit with fairy lights, a table set for two in a secluded corner.
Travis pulled out your chair with a charming smile. "Welcome to our dinner spot."
The evening unfolded like a dream, a delectable meal served under a canopy of stars, animated conversations, and shared laughter that echoed in the intimate space.
Travis glanced over at you, a playful smirk on his lips. "So, tell me something random about yourself. Like, your secret talent or an odd quirk."
You chuckled, mulling it over. "Well, I have this uncanny ability to remember the lyrics to almost every song I've ever heard. Comes in handy for karaoke nights."
Travis raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Impressive! Mental note: invite you to a karaoke night."
You nudged him playfully. "Better brush up on your singing skills then, Mr. Kelce."
He laughed, the sound warm and infectious. "Challenge accepted."
The banter flowed effortlessly between you, each moment feeling comfortable and easy. Conversations shifted from favorite movies to childhood memories, the laughter echoing through the park.
As youcontinued to eat your amazing dinner, Travis leaned in, grabbing your hand to caress it like it was nothing. "So, what’s your go-to guilty pleasure food?"
You grinned, knowing exactly what he was asking. "Pizza, hands down. I can never resist a good slice."
Travis nodded approvingly. "Solid choice. Mine's probably ice cream, especially on game nights."
You arched an eyebrow, teasingly. "Does ice cream give you your touchdown mojo?"
He chuckled. "Maybe not directly, but it definitely adds to the celebration."
As the evening deepened, Travis led you to another surprise—an old-fashioned drive-in movie setup in a secluded spot, complete with a screen as you both got comfortable in his car. Travis extended his arm to get a small basket form the backseat. He handed you some popcorn and candy as well as a drink for you to sip on during the movie.
‘’Wow you really came prepared.’’ You chuckled impressed by him.
‘’Of course I did.’’ He said pulling a blanket and putting it on the both of you so you could get cozy. He drapped his arm on the seat pulling you closer to his body as the screen lit up announcing the movie that was about to play.
Your favorite movie, "Casablanca," played in classic black and white, the iconic scenes flickering across the screen.
You couldn’t contain your delight. "You remembered!"
Travis grinned, drapping his arm around your neck, pulling you closer to his body. "Of course I did.’’
You turned around looking into his eyes. ‘’Thank you for this, you’re the best.’’ You said before pecking his lips gently. He was taken by surprise but didn’t complain, since you arrived all he wanted to you was to kiss you.
As the black and white scenes of "Casablanca" played on the screen, the vintage car was transformed into a cocoon of intimacy. The air was charged with the nostalgia of the classic movie, and the soft glow of the moon added a touch of magic to the evening.
Travis shifted in his seat, stealing a glance at you as Humphrey Bogart's iconic scene played out. With a playful smile, he nudged your shoulder. "Quite the romantic, aren't you? Bet you've seen this movie a dozen times."
You chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of the moment. "Maybe a dozen and one. But it never gets old."
Travis's gaze lingered, the dim light casting a soft glow on his features. He reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. The simple touch sent a jolt of warmth through you, a subtle electricity that crackled between you both.
In the hushed silence of the night, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you under the canopy of stars and the timeless story on the screen.
As the movie reached a poignant moment, Travis turned to you, his eyes reflecting the vulnerability of the characters. His hand moved to gently cup your cheek, his touch tender and deliberate.
"You know," he murmured, his voice a whisper against the backdrop of the movie. "There's something about old movies that make the moments feel timeless."
Your breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze, the unspoken emotions swirling between you. In that quiet space, with the characters of Casablanca whispering their love story, a different kind of tension simmered—a tension that danced on the edge of unspoken desires and the anticipation of what was to come.
Without a word, Travis leaned in, closing the gap between you. The world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of his lips against yours. It was a gentle kiss, tender yet filled with a quiet intensity, as if he was pouring his feelings into that single moment.
Your heart pounded against your chest as the kiss deepened, the quiet rustle of the leaves and the distant hum of the city creating a symphony around you. His lips were warm and soft, a silent testament to the unspoken emotions that had been building between you both.
As the evening wound down and the drive-in movie came to a close, Travis led you back to his inviting home, the night air carrying the scent of possibility and warmth. Inside, the soft glow of lamps cast a cozy ambiance, enveloping the space in a comforting embrace.
‘’Thank you so much for tonight, it was an incredible evening, you really know how to make things special.’’
‘’I just wanted to show you how much I like you and how serious I am about this.’’ He said playing with your fingers.
‘’ Well I like you too, Travis.’’ You responded blushing. ‘’It’s getting late, I’m going to head up to bed if you don’t mind.’’ You said pecking his cheeks as he closed his eyes to appreciate the moment.
‘’Of course, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, sleep tight.’’
As you settled into the cozy guest room, a sense of gratitude filled you. The day had been nothing short of magical, and Travis's thoughtful gestures lingered in your mind, leaving a trail of warmth.
However, as you lay in bed, thoughts of the day's shared moments with Travis played on a loop. His considerate offer to share his space echoed in your mind, and a subtle curiosity tugged at your thoughts.
With a soft sigh, you found yourself standing outside Travis's bedroom door. You hesitated for a moment, contemplating the unspoken invitation. Gathering your courage, you lightly tapped on the door, the sound barely audible in the quiet house.
Travis opened the door, surprise flickering in his eyes at the sight of you in your light blue satin pyjama. "Hey, is everything okay?"
You met his gaze, feeling a rush of vulnerability. "I hope I'm not overstepping, but... I'd like to take you up on your offer, if it's still open."
To Be Continued
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Party of Four: A Romance Dungeon Break Fantasy Interactive Fiction
Party of Four is an adult interactive fiction game with RPG, romance, and dungeon break themes written in ChoiceScript.
Synopsis:
The known world of Vert is at peril from dungeons: a land separate from yours, filled with traps, mazes, and monsters. The populace is in constant fear of portals appearing, where your two worlds connect, and spilling monsters across the landscape. The world of Vert relies on two things: the Heroes who band together to enter theses dungeons and close the portals, and the Gods who Mark them.
You grew up in a church of one of three patron gods; Nivari, Goddess of the Sun; Peysca, God of the Ocean; and Alina, God of Wilderness. One day a rumors of a dream amongst the clergy comes to light, depicting that you will be the next chosen Disciple, given a Divine Task both great and terrible. You will head into the dungeons, you will fight, or you will suffer the consequences.
Play as male, female, or nonbinary; be straight, gay, bisexual, asexual (sex adverse or sex willing), or aromantic.
Choose the God you follow: Nivari, Peysca, or Anila.
Choose your class: Warrior, Mage, or Healer. Differentiate your talent further by picking a specialization! Are you a faithful Warrior Templar, a whimsical Wind Mage, or maybe a bumbling Herbalist Healer?
Create your party from 5 selectable characters (not including yourself!). You can’t choose them all!
Romance a stoic shield maiden, a shy healer, your childhood friend, a brash mage, an aloof ranger, an elemental master, or a mysterious bard.
Demo is found here. If you play, please send any spelling, grammar, code, pacing, etc errors my way! General impressions or ideas are also very welcome. TYVM.
If you enjoy any of my games, please consider becoming a member on my patreon (free or otherwise).
State of the current demo: ~71k words, with a complete Prologue. Chapter 1 is in progress. Content Info: this game is for those 18+, due to graphic violence against both human and fantasy creatures, as well as (future) sexual content.
Romantic Options:
Raena: Your childhood friend who grew up as an orphan in the same church as you. She is the pride of the parish's Armsmaster and has been training on the bow since she could hold one. While she can be rash and impulsive, she admires you greatly and will go out of her way to help you out.
Vana Peacebearer: A shield maiden from a clerical family. She is slow to warm to others, but will always reciprocate any kindness she is shown. Vana will follow the player character out of a sense of duty, but there is something that she desperately wants and cannot have. . .
Maymie Fox: A mage with an affinity for short-range elemental attacks, Maymie will do whatever it takes to come out as the top dog. As an ex-street rat her morals are questionable at best, and vicious at worst. If you make a friend of her, she will drag you right to the top with her, whether you like it or not.
Jem Miye: A little shy, and a lot awkward, Jem is the quintessential healer. Like you, he's a Disciple, but to the God Melekoth, who rules the Moon. He has a feminine appearance that makes him insecure, but you can build him up with your friendship (or love).
Linzel Syrat: Linzel is just charming enough to mask how much he absolutely does not care about other people’s problems. He wants to join your party for the profit. After all, he has a giant spider/bat named Fancy to feed, and he’ll be the first one to tell you that insects and mice large enough to satisfy his bestie are not easily sourced outside of dungeons. (Familiar choice available to players who might suffer the 8-legged aversions.)
Aslo Gergin: Loud, brash, a man's man, Aslo is a mage who likes to fight on the front lines, no matter how ill-advised others think it is. He's more than happy to show off his scar collection to anyone that asks. And when he wants something, there is very little Aslo won't do to get it.
Sweets: A follower and devotee to the Goddess Myrtle, patron of music and merrymaking, Sweets is a rather playfully mysterious bard who resides in Sentari, the capital of Vert. They enjoy getting other people to talk about themselves and making a pretty penny at the night markets off accidental confessions or juicy gossip in general. Your name is on a lot of tongues lately and Sweets is very interested to know more.
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When Tulips Kiss | Hwang Hyunjin SMAU
CHAPTERS: 𝜗𝜚 TWENTY-ONE | TWENTY-TWO | 𝜗𝜚 TWENTY-THREE
WORD COUNT: 6.2k (not proofread)
CONTAINS: hyune gets a little touchy, BUT ONLY A SMIDGEN, short tension between gyu and hyune
guitar hero

It was yet another slow and peaceful day working at the boutique, not that you were complaining about it. You enjoy tending to your flowers and helping them grow to their most beautiful prime state, but there’s only so much you can do in the span of 5 hours spent inside a small flower boutique, so you often feel lonely while working by yourself. You had wonderful friends though, and they would frequently come to visit and keep you company, you were always thankful for them. Unfortunately for you, none of them had shown up today so you were left with no choice but to scroll through your phone, occasionally helping out a customer and ringing them up.
The majority of the people who would come in to support were often people who came here regularly, you assumed to buy flowers for the significant others. You still get new people here and there, especially whenever your beloved Jeongin would post about it on his Twitter, or if he were to come here during one of your vlogs. You couldn’t be any more grateful for him.
The bell to your boutique rang and interrupted your thoughts, indicating that someone had walked in.
“Welcome to Song of the Flowers, let me know if you need any help!” You greeted joyfully without looking away from your phone.
3:50 pm, 10 minutes before closing. 10 minutes before Beomgyu comes to pick you up for the date.
You thought of the possibilities of where Beomgyu could be taking you for the date before stopping all your thoughts with a question.
Was this a date? You wondered to yourself, recalling the conversation between the two of you, right before the only other person that was in the store with you cleared their throat.
You looked up to give your attention to the customer, and to your surprise, Beomgyu was standing there, looking pretty as always. He waved one of his hands, while the other one held onto a pink gift bag with a bow garnished on top of it.
"Gyu! What a surprise! You're a little early so I haven't started closing up the shop, I'll start on it right now though!" You hummed and gave the boy in front of you a hug, and he immediately returned it.
Beomgyu pulled away from the hug and gave you a bashful smile before lightly pushing the gift bag to your chest. “Hi Y/N! I didn’t wanna come here empty-handed so I went to the toy store near campus to get you something, I hope you like it.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as he waited eagerly to observe your reaction to the gift.
Undoing the ribbon that connects the two handles of the bag together, you opened the gift only to see the space filled with a large amount of packaged Sonny Angel boxes, inflicting a gasp from you. “Holy shit!” You exclaimed in shock as you looked back up to make eye contact with the boy in front of you, who held a look of bewilderment mixed with concern on his face.
“Is it okay? Is that a good or bad holy shit?” Beomgyu asked nervously as you tied the handles back together with the ribbon it had come with.
“Gyu I love it! But one singular box costs 15 dollars ALONE, and the bag is filled! You didn’t have to get me a gift, you know? But either way, I’m grateful, so thank you!” You sighed with a soft smile on your face.
“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. A little over a hundred dollars is nothing to me if I get to make you happy and see a smile on your face.” Beomgyu winked and pinched your nose as your nose turned bright red. Rudolph, much?
“Okaaaaaay smooth talker. I’ve gotta close up the store, but once I’m done we could leave right away.”
“I’ll wait outside on the bench for you, take as long as you need.” Beomgyu took your hand and brought it to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss before walking out the door, the bell ringing behind him. You giggled and went to go close the curtains of your shop and turn the sign around to indicate that it was now closed. You walked around the small boutique and checked the florals on display to see if you needed to replace anything, and thankfully, they were all in good condition.
After taking one final lap around, just in case there was anything out of the ordinary, you took your purse from behind the counter and made your way towards the exit, locking the door behind you with the key before finally approaching Beomgyu.
Tapping him on the shoulder to grab his attention, you flashed him a smile as he turned around to look at your face.
“Ready to go?”
“Yup! Lead the way!”
“Great! Let’s go to my car. It’s all the way across town, and I wouldn’t want your pretty feet to hurt.” Beomgyu chuckles and stands up from the bench as you roll your eyes at him in a joking manner.
Looking both ways to make sure there are no upcoming cars, he takes your hand into his and crosses the street to where his car is. He led you to the passenger seat of his car, opening and closing the door for you before going to his own side and starting the car.
“I made a small playlist that we could listen to together, I hope you like it.” Beomgyu grins and connects his phone to the Bluetooth on the car, music soon filling up the car as he proceeds to drive.
Beomgyu was a great person, nearly perfect in your eyes. He was handsome, ambitious, he knew when to be serious and when he could be chill, he had an amazing personality, and he never failed to make you laugh. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you didn’t pay much attention to him back in high school and you really only knew him as the cute guy that Seungmin tutored.
But now that you really think back on it, you remember how you would always catch him staring at you from time to time whenever you both were in a group setting together. His crush went unnoticed by you up until this very moment, and it made you giggle to yourself at how blind you were.
Then again, it’s not like you were single at that time either, so technically it’s a good thing you didn’t notice.
The bass and melody of the music reverberating throughout the car brought you back to reality and focusing in on the song that’s currently playing. The instrumental of the song, specifically the synth, gave off a dreamy and fairytale-ish vibe to it, the rejuvenating and fresh vocals in the track helping you come to that conclusion. When the chorus came around, the addition of the soft trumpets playing in the background topped it all off and pulled everything together to create a masterpiece of a song. You just HAD to ask about it.
“I’ve never heard this song before. I really like it, LOVE IT, even! What’s the name of the song?” You questioned and looked to the screen on the car to check if it was on there, but unfortunately for you, all you saw was a GPS.
“I’m so glad you like it Y/N. It’s actually a song that me and four other friends created together, but we haven’t officially released it just yet. I wanted you to listen to it first. We called it Fairy of Shampoo. Cool, right?” Beomgyu spoke proudly of the song and you couldn’t help but clap in awe.
“Seriously?? You guys are crazy talented!! When you become famous, don’t forget about me.” You pouted and lightly punched his arm as he chuckled, a small smile painted on his lips.
“I wouldn’t, I COULDN’T, ever forget about you.”
~
After a good 30 minutes of screaming singing songs with Beomgyu until both of your throats were sore, you guys finally arrived at the place he wanted to take you.
“And here we are! I went here a lot during middle school and high school with my friends, and I wanted to take you here too!” Beomgyu declared ecstatically as you giggled before unbuckling your seatbelt and opening the car door.
Right as you were about to get out, you were pushed back in your seat in a flash and had the door closed on you. You looked at Beomgyu through the window, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he opened your door for you.
“I’m sorry I really hope I didn’t hurt you, but I don’t want you to open any doors when you’re with me, that’s my job!” Beomgyu laughed nervously as you got out, for real this time, and you couldn’t help but laugh and pinch his cheek, receiving a groan in response.
“You didn’t hurt me, it’s okay Gyu. You’re suchhhh a gentleman thank you for pushing me back inside.” You teased him as he closed the door behind you with a pout on his face.
“I’m sorry! But I couldn’t let you do that. What kind of guy would let the girl he’s into open her own doors?!” He raised his arms up defensively as you laughed, covering your mouth.
“You’re such a dork.”
“You like that about me though.”
“Do I?”
“I hope you do. Now c’mon! Let’s go inside the arcade and beat every damn claw machine and game in there!!”
~
You guys, in fact, did NOT beat every damn claw machine and game in there.
“This game is fucking rigged!” Beomgyu scoffed as the claw missed the plushie you were asking him to get for you as you stood beside him, laughing your ass off at all his failed attempts. You lost count of all the attempts he has made, it was really THAT bad. The two of you were gaining the attention of kids and their parents walking by, some were admiring the obvious display of young love, and some were judging the loudness of your voices, but neither of you couldn’t really give a single damn about that.
“Gyu let’s just move on to the next machine! I don’t want the plushie that bad and I don’t want you to waste your money!” You couldn’t help but giggle as your efforts to get him to move on fell on deaf ears.
“I’m gonna keep trying until I get that damn giraffe. Like hell I’m gonna let a machine get the best of me! Plus, you said you wanted it, and that’s enough for me to keep trying until I get it for you. Stupid ass machine.” Beomgyu grumbled the last sentence in irritation before sliding his card, for the millionth time, to take on the impossible task of winning the purple giraffe for you.
Remember how you said he was ambitious? This is definitely one memory you’ll always have of him if someone were to ever ask you for proof of his ambition.
To your surprise, and everybody else’s who was watching (you guys gained a small crowd of people cheering Beomgyu on to win), he actually managed to get the hook stuck on the tag of the giraffe as the hook lifted it up and dropped it into the hole.
You and Beomgyu gasped and looked at each other once it fell down the prize hole before screaming in excitement, receiving claps from everybody else as the two of you hugged in success.
“Beomgyu vs. the machines!!! And I fucking won!!!!!” He roared and punched the air victoriously, as you burst out in laughter.
“Yeah, after how many tries again?”
“That, we won’t talk about.” Beomgyu cackled before grabbing the purple giraffe from the slot and handing it to you with a proud expression on his face.
You weren’t even sure how long you spent at that one claw machine, but it was long enough for a staff member to notice and present a free plushie to you for the inconvenience. You happily took the gift from the staff member as Beomgyu glared daggers at him, scaring him away. Turning his attention from the staff back to you, Beomgyu’s gaze softens while watching you admire the two plushies you have, slowly engraving this image of you into his mind.
“You’re so cute.” He blurted out and slapped a hand on his mouth, blood quickly rushing to his cheeks in embarrassment. “Shit, sorry I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
“It’s okay Gyu, you’re not too bad yourself.”
Beomgyu clears his throat and pretends to look around for something to avoid eye contact with you. “Let’s try out another claw machine. I want to practice my skills, you know?”
He lied.
He didn’t wanna practice his skills. Well, maybe he did want to, but not for the sole purpose of getting better, but because he wanted to impress you and get you more plushies. The only reason why he wanted to play another claw machine was so he could win you another prize and put a smile on your face again.
He was well aware of his feelings for you unlike someone, but decided to play it safe and slow so he won’t mess anything up.
If his friends were here to see him in this state, he would never hear the end of it.
There was no doubt about it, he was smitten.
Who wouldn’t be?
The girl who he has had a crush on for years is finally noticing him, he wouldn’t dare let this chance slip through between his fingers, and he was gonna do his best to swoon you over.
Beomgyu walked to another claw machine that was decorated with various amounts of colors whilst holding your hand. “Which one did you want Y/N? I SWEAR, I’ll get it in under 10 tries this time.” He grinned at you confidently.
Your eyes scanned inside of the claw machine to look for the cutest plushie in it, only for your eyes to settle on a teddy bear holding an electric guitar.
“Ooooh that one!! The bear!! It reminds me of you!” You pointed as your eyes sparkled in excitement, not noticing the flushed expression on Beomgyu’s face, nor the way that his knees nearly gave out on him when you said it reminded you of him.
“Anything for the pretty lady.” He winked playfully as you giggled, watching him slide his card once again and align the claw with where the bear was.
“You can do this!” You cheered him on as he chuckled and focused on getting the position of the claw perfectly in parallel with the bear, eyes squinting in concentration.
A few seconds later, you watched his hand slowly reach for the button and press it. The claw dropped to where the teddy bear was and managed to cling onto its leg and pick it up.
“You did it! In one try!!” You slapped his back lightly and he stood up straight with his hands resting on his hips in satisfaction as you both watched the bear fall into the prize hole.
“See? I’m the best!” He kissed his biceps before looking back at you to look at the expression on your face, only to be met with fond eyes staring back at him. He quickly looked away and reached down for the teddy bear to hand it to you, looking elsewhere and avoiding eye contact.
“Thank you, Gyu~” You hummed and hugged the bear cheerfully as he nodded at you timidly.
“Wanna play Guitar Hero?”
“Sure! I’m not too sure how to play though, so you’re going to have to teach me.”
Beomgyu sucks in his breath and gathers the courage to look at you again with a smile despite his racing heartbeat, squeezing your hand and pulling you along to where the game was located at.
“I could play first and you can watch me, and if you’re still confused I could help you while you play.” He picked up the guitar that rested on its designated spot.
“It’s pretty easy if you ask me! There are five buttons to press on the fretboard and a strum key at the body, along with a whammy bar below it.” He explains and identifies the following pieces that he mentioned previously and shows them to you.
“Whammy bar sounds stupid.” You giggle and he laughs along, agreeing with you.
Controlling the screen with the guitar in hand, Beomgyu chooses a song that allows him to properly demonstrate how a game works for you to understand.
“Watch and learn, Pretty.” He flirts and you roll your eyes in amusement, watching intently.
“I used to play this game all day every day when I was younger, and it was one of the driving forces of my passion for playing guitar,” He paused. “I wanted to share this with you because I want you to know what makes me happy, and I hope to share this happiness that I feel, with you.” He finished his sentence at the same time the game finished, flashing a vibrant glowing ‘PERFECT’ on the screen, indicating the end of the game.
“Did you catch on?” Beomgyu grinned at you and placed the guitar in your hands, helping you with how to hold it.
“Kind of…? I think I’ll need help though.” You expressed uncertainty as he stood behind you and held his hands over yours in order to assist you with the game, but you couldn’t help but blush at this action.
The majority of the playing done was by Beomgyu, as he was doing all the pressing and strumming, just with your hands instead.
You didn’t mind though, and neither did he.
The entire day went like this. Beomgyu was often doing most of the work, but he wanted to, and it was something you enjoyed. He enjoyed taking care of you and wanted you to relax around him, but whenever the game happened to be a two-player one, his competitive side would always come out. But, despite his competitiveness, you were always the one doing better and or winning.
What you didn’t notice though, is that he would sabotage himself so you would come out as the winner.
Every single time.
He held pride in winning, but seeing you happy because of him did more for his pride than anything else.
~
It was 7:30PM now, and the two of you decided to leave early since your stomach was caught growling out of hunger by Beomgyu.
“I’m so sorry for starving you holy shit.” He pursed his lips as you laughed and shook your head.
“I didn’t even notice I was hungry, I was having too much fun so it’s okay!”
“Well, I’m glad you had fun then. Where do you wanna go to eat?” He asked, pulling out of the parking lot and soon driving on the road with no destination set in his mind yet.
“Umm…. Honestly, I’m fine with just a cafe, I don’t want anything fancy.” You stated and Beomgyu nodded.
“I’m assuming you’re fine with eating at Boba Babe? Your friends work there, don’t they?” He continued the conversation, eyes still focused on the road.
“Yeah, they do. Actually, I think both of them have shifts today around this time. Do you remember Chaewon and Chuu?”
“Yeah, I remember them! Chuu is Jiwoo right?”
“Yeah!”
The car ride back was silent for the most part, but it was nothing uncomfortable. The two of you just chose to stay quiet and enjoy the silence, and at one point, Beomgyu rolled the windows down to enjoy the wind.
This has been the most relaxed you’ve been in a while, and you have no one else but Beomgyu to thank for that.
“We’re here~” He hummed and turned the car’s engine off before quickly getting out to open the door for you, “M’lady.”
“You’re so corny.” You got out of the car as the both of you exchanged your laughs and headed towards the entrance of Boba Babe.
No surprise here, Beomgyu opened the door for you again, and the two of you were automatically greeted by Chuu, who was waiting by the cashier register.
“Hey Y/Nnie~~~ Hi Beomgyu! What brings you guys here together?” Chuu greeted and raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
“We hung out at the arcade and I got hungry, so we stopped by here before we went back to our own dorms! What time are you coming back tonight?” You asked as Chuu input your order in since she already knew your order beforehand.
“Ummm not sure! My shift ends in an hour so maybe around then. Beomgyu what’s your order?” Chuu looked at the tall guy next to you.
“I’ll just get the same thing she’s getting.” Beomgyu grinned as Chuu nodded and doubled your order before turning the screen around for one of you guys to pay.
Right as Beomgyu was about to take his card out again, you quickly outdid him and slapped your card on the screen, the payment going through with a ding.
“Hey! You’re not allowed to pay!” Beomgyu crossed his arms as you smirked slyly at him.
“That’s too bad! You already paid for a lot today, this is the least I could do.” You stuck your tongue out at him as he shook his head in disagreement.
“You agreeing to hang out with me is enough.” Beomgyu grinned and you heard Chuu imitating a puke in front of you guys.
“Get a room! Joking joking, but I gotta get your orders ready so take a seat anywhere and we’ll bring it to you lovebirds when it’s done.”
You and Beomgyu sat down at a booth near the window on opposite sides.
“Thank you for bringing me out today, it was really fun!” You thanked him before stretching your arms in your seat.
“It was my pleasure, I had a lot of fun as well. I hope to do this again soon.” Beomgyu’s lips pressed together to form a thin smile as you nodded in agreement.
“Am I taking you to your dorm after this?” He questioned and bounced his leg up and down underneath the table.
“Ah, no need! I’m gonna stay with Chuu until her shift ends and go home with her.” You politely rejected, not wanting to put him through any more effort and work today. Right as Beomgyu opened his mouth to speak, somebody else opened the door the the café, erupting a short melody that announced whenever the entrance door opened. His face changed from enamored to distaste as he looked to see past you. Your curiosity got the better of you, and so turned your body to see who came in.
Lo and behold, it was Hyunjin. And he was staring right at you and Beomgyu with an unamused facial expression.
Before he came to visit Boba Babe, Hyunjin was actually taking a night stroll before heading home. He often does these on nights when he’s stressed, so he goes out to get some fresh air. Every other time, this walk would actually help him, but not today. Not when he spotted you with another guy through the window, smiling at each other.
The sight of you smiling at another guy made him want to take you away and kiss you right in from of him. Let’s just say he felt this way because… He doesn’t want to see you happy. Not cause he’s jealous or anything.
His heart dropped to his stomach and the urge to interrupt the little conversation you were in overcame him.
And so he did.
He opened the door of the Boba Babe, and just like he expected, the guy in front of you stared right at him with an annoyed expression, and it made him laugh inside. Hyunjin recognized him from the post that Y/N made the other day, and it only fueled his jealousy even more. When you turned back to look at him, he nearly lost all the thoughts in his mind and his confidence faltered.
Hyunjin hated how vulnerable you made him.
Still, he stood his ground and walked to your table with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face.
“Hey Y/N, I didn’t think you’d be here.” He conversed with you, completely ignoring the guy in front of you and devoting all his attention to you. And that pissed Beomgyu off.
“Can’t you see we’re busy here?” The boy grumbled in irritation.
The tension was high between the two guys and so you stayed quiet, not knowing what to say or do.
“Woah, fiery now, are we?” Hyunjin taunted, the smirk on his face gradually growing bigger. “Chill, me and Y/N are friends. I just wanted to greet her, can I not?”
Beomgyu abruptly stood up from his seat, standing at eye level with Hyunjin and scoffing at him. “Friends? Yeah right. She’s your ex dude. Leave her alone, she doesn’t need you. You already had your chance and you blew it.” He scowled only to get a laugh out of Hyunjin.
“So you know about me? Funny! Because I don’t know about you, so who’s really more important here? Yeah, we dated before, but we made up a few days ago and now we’re friends. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” Hyunjin smiled innocently at you as Beomgyu looked at you as well for confirmation.
“Uhh yeah. Yeah, we’re friends now.” You spoke quietly, just wishing for the tension to just die down already.
“Told you, man. Who are you anyway? My name’s Hyunjin, but you already know that.” He threw a smug look in Beomgyu’s direction as he scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“None of your fucking business. Y/N, it was lovely hanging out with you today but I’m gonna go before this asshole ruins my damn mood even more. Get to your dorms safely and text me when you get there.” Beomgyu smiled warmly at you before glaring at Hyunjin and walking out the door.
“Text me when you get there..” Hyunjin mocked under his breath quietly before taking the seat Beomgyu was sitting in with a smile.
“Here are your or….ders….? Where’s the dude you were with Y/N? And why is Hyunjin ew here instead?” Chaewon questioned and placed your drinks and snacks down on the table.
“Ah… Beomgyu left about a minute ago. And, well, Hyunjin’s here to keep me company now! Be nice.” You sighed as Chaewon squinted her eyes at him suspiciously.
“Okaaaay… Enjoy your food!” She waved goodbye and went back to behind the counter with Chuu, whispering something to her while looking in your direction still.
“Your friends still don’t like me, huh?” Hyunjin chuckled quietly as you nodded slowly.
“Yeah…”
“Can’t blame them. Sorry for causing a scene, I really just wanted to say hi to you.” He played it off and thankfully, you believed him.
“It’s okay, no worries. I’ll talk to him about it later, I’m not sure why he was so hostile towards you.” You mumbled as he shrugged it off.
“Doesn’t matter to me, it didn’t affect me.” Except, it did affect him.
Beomgyu saying that he blew his chance with you already hurt him. But it doesn’t make sense to him, why did it hurt?
“That’s a relief. You can take his drink, by the way, since he left already. I paid for it too so don’t worry.” You slid the extra drink towards him as he thanked you.
“He had you pay? What a loser.” Hyunjin shook his head before you butted in, “I wanted to pay because he paid for everything else when we hung out.”
He stayed silent, sipping on the drink. Why did you defend him? Do you like him?
“Ah okay. Who is he to you? If you don’t mind me asking.” He asked carefully, not wanting it to seem like he was interrogating you.
“I don’t mind, he’s just… an old friend? He’s sweet and nice, the both of you guys just got off on the wrong foot. He’s a sweetheart, I promise! Honestly, I could see us being together.” Your face blushed at the thought of it, and it made Hyunjin want to throw up.
Seriously?
He didn’t feel good.
In fact, his heart was aching just thinking about you with someone else.
The same feeling he felt four years ago.
“Oh. That’s nice.” Hyunjin visibly winced and drank some more.
I wish this cup was filled with alcohol instead... He thought to himself, wanting to stop his heart from hurting.
“Yeah. I guess it is. He’s perfect.”
Why were you doing this to him?
“He makes me laugh and I’m at peace with him.”
Why are you still going on about him?
“But there’s something missing.��
What?
“What?” Hyunjin knit his brows together in confusion, but also in relief.
“I don’t know. Everything about him is perfect in theory but it doesn’t feel right, you know? But maybe I just need to spend more time with him.” You held your cup with both hands with took a long sip, looking out the window.
“No.” The boy in front of you objected as you looked at him in surprise.
“No…?”
“No. It should feel right from the very first time you meet.” Hyunjin started nervously. “If it doesn’t feel right at the beginning, it won’t later on.” He didn’t know what he was saying, he didn’t even know if it made sense. All he knew was that he didn’t want you to spend any more time with the guy you were with.
“Maybe you’re right. He is a really good guy though, so it’s a shame.” You sighed sadly.
Hyunjin always told himself the reason why he doesn’t want you to be with somebody else is because he doesn’t wanna see you happy without him. So why? Why does it pain him even more to see you sad?
“You should still keep trying… just in case I’m wrong.” He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut.
Why did I say that??? Make up your mind! Do you want her to give him another chance or not??! He argued with himself in his head before your mellow voice snapped him back to reality.
“Maybe I should, but wouldn’t it be fucked up to keep going when I’m not sure of it? When he’s sure of me?”
“He told you he’s sure of you?”
“No, but it’s not hard to tell.”
“I see.”
“Yeah..”
“Can I walk you to your dorm?” Hyunjin questioned with a small smile, standing up from his seat.
“Mmm, sure.” You giggled and followed behind him.
“Chuu! Chaewon! Hyunjin’s gonna walk me back to the dorms.” You announced your departure as you walked beside Hyunjin, leaving the café together.
“Y/Nnie told Beomgyu she was gonna go home with me!” Chuu pouted as Chaewon laughed at patted her back.
“Well… Maybe she wasn’t feeling it with Beomgyu.”
“And she’s feeling it with Hyunjin instead?” Chuu rolled her eyes, only to get no response from Chaewon. “You seriously think so?”
“It’s a possibility.”
“Yeah, you’re right. A really big and RISKY possibility.”
“I just hope it doesn’t end up the same way it did before.”
~
“Are you okay?”
“…Huh?” You looked at him with an oblivious expression as he pointed down to your heels.
“You’ve been out this whole day, haven’t you? Aren’t your feet killing you?” Hyunjin raised an eyebrow at you. You guys have been walking for 10 minutes now, and he noticed your subtle limp from the beginning, but he didn’t want to point it out just in case you get embarrassed. The longer he went on ignoring it though, he became increasingly concerned until he eventually asked about it.
“I mean, they’re sore but I can take it. No biggie.”
Hyunjin shakes his head at your response before kneeling down on one knee, his back turned towards you.
“You know, if you’re going to propose, you’re supposed to face towards me.” You teased as he let out a laugh at your joke.
“Shut up Y/N, no way. Get on my back, I’m carrying you to your dorm.”
“But—“
“No buts. You’ve been limping this entire time and I can’t just ignore it anymore. I’m worried, and I should’ve just done this from the start.”
You figured that it was useless trying to argue back, and so you obeyed and wrapped your arms around his neck and positioned your legs on each side of him. Undoing the buckle on both your heels, you slide them off your feet and carry them in one hand.
Hyunjin’s hand hovered above your thighs warily and hesitantly, “Sorry but can I..?”
“Yes Hyunjin, you can.” You giggled at his shyness, his arms carefully wrapped around your thighs and lifted you up high in a piggy-back ride before standing up and continuing to walk.
“Thank you, Hyunjin. Really. I appreciate everything you do for me.” You thanked him and nuzzled your face into his hair, his fragrant shampoo stimulating your senses.
“It’s no problem at all Y/N.” He chuckled as his grip on your thighs tightened.
You were well aware that he was only doing so to make sure you were secure on his back, so why were you feeling butterflies in your stomach? Your face began to heat up in embarrassment as you whimpered, raising Hyunjin’s suspicions.
“Everything alright?”
“Y..yeah sorry.”
“No, I’M sorry if this is making you uncomfortable. I just didn’t want you to be in pain and I want you to be safe up there.”
“No, it’s not making me uncomfortable it’s just that uh..”
“Just that what?”
You kept quiet, not wanting to continue in fear of exposing yourself.
It was then that Hyunjin finally got the idea of what was going on, and he couldn’t stop himself from chuckling.
You were so damn cute.
But for your sake, he decides to not bring it up and mention it. At least, not yet, anyway.
After an agonizing 10 minutes of your life, you were finally approaching your dorm room, and you have never felt more relieved in your life.
“Y/N where are your keys?” Hyunjin asked, standing in front of the door with you still on his back.
“Here I can unlock it, put me down.” You signaled him to put you down but he didn’t budge. “Hyunjin?”
“You’re barefoot, touching the floor is nasty, just give me the keys and I’ll carry you to your bed.” He insisted and pats your thigh before opening his palm, expecting you to drop your drops into it, which you did.
After struggling with putting the key in for a second or two, he manages to get the door open.
“Which one’s your room?”
“The first door on the left.”
And so, he takes you there. Gently placing you down on the bed, Hyunjin grabs all your stuff out of your hands and sets them down on what he could only assume was your desk (it was littered with sonny angels).
“Do you need anything else before I leave?” He questions and sits down on the edge of your bed, keeping eye contact with you.
A part of him wanted you to tell him to stay, or maybe mention what happened between the two of you when he was carrying you earlier, but he knew neither one of those would happen.
And you only proved him right.
“No, that’s all. Thank you again, you take such good care of me. I’m grateful for you.” You gave him a warm and tender smile and he returned it before standing up and heading to the door. “Bye Y/N. I’ll see you around.” And with that, he left.
You fell back on your bed and stared at the ceiling before burying your head into your pillow and screaming, kicking your feet.
Hyunjin barely did anything and yet he was stuck in your mind. You spent the entire day with Beomgyu, and yet the mere 30 minutes you spent with Hyunjin was enough to keep you up all night just thinking of the interactions between you two.
The way his voice would always soften whenever he talked to you, the way he would treat you so tenderly and carefully, and unfortunately, the way his hands so felt right resting on your thighs.
What a long day, today was.
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Into Utter Darkness
When Skies Are Gray, Chapter 6
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pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader
summary: Frank’s life has reached a crossroads: he can either continue to seclude himself and pursue a dark, lonely future, or he can open himself up to connecting with someone again and maybe achieve happiness. Being the grump that he is, Frank has already committed to the lonely path, but his curious new neighbor might just turn that around.
warnings: A LITTLE TASTE OF ANGST, angry Frank, misplaced grief/guilt, catcalling, slight violence against women (non-consensual arm grab), sexism, swearing, slightly graphic descriptions of canon-typical violence
a/n: This is the start of our first angst arc for this series! This arc is a whopping 5 chapters so prepare yourselves! (there will be a happy ending though. Promise!) Sorry to shake up our beloved Frank and his sunshine, but we all know that Frankie gets in his head sometimes...
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A feminine figure perched at his bedside, partially blocking the patch of sunshine leaking into the room. Though her presence stirred his consciousness, he still felt at peace. His limbs were heavy with fatigue, not quite able to resist the allure of the plush mattress.
“Hey sleepyhead,” Her voice was soft, intoxicating as a siren’s melody was for a sailor. It drifted over him with a featherlight touch.
His eyes fluttered open, smile tugging at his lips at the thought of seeing his beautiful wife. As his vision focused, the first thing he saw was a beautiful smile. But it wasn't Maria beaming at him.
It was you.
Undeterred, his cheeks squeezed as he smiled back at you. Chuckling as you leaned over him, he greeted you.
“Hey,” Bringing one hand up to cup your face, the world shifted as his knuckles met your cheek.
Flickering like a burst of static, your face morphed into a different one. His wife bent over, pressing a kiss to his lips. Every contact caused more static, your face alternating with Maria's as the two of you pecked his nose and then his forehead.
The happiness he'd felt upon seeing you was quickly turning to lead in his stomach. His hand instinctually cupped your–Maria's?–neck, cradling you both close to his chest.
As the body on top of his began to pull away, Maria's face seemed to settle–no longer interchangeable with yours. Dread growing, he willed his arms to shield her, to protect her. But his arms lay on the mattress, unresponsive.
The masked figure entered the room, as always, sturdy footsteps booming through the silence. Maria never saw him coming.
Until now.
Turning her head towards the intruder, Maria's smile didn't falter. Nodding in understanding, she stood, stepping over to the unnamed soldier without hesitation.
“No, no no,” Frank begged, body still paralyzed despite his efforts. “Where are ya goin', baby? It's not safe! Ya gotta stay here with me.”
“She's coming with me.” Growled the masked man. “You made your choice.”
Turning his head, Frank realized he wasn't alone on the bed. Perched on the other side of the bed, in a parallel position to Maria's just moments ago, you tilted your head at him. Nodding gravely, you took his hand.
“What?” He asked, confusion growing as you moved closer.
Placing the barrel of his gun against Maria's back, the other man began herding her out of the room. “You made your choice.” He repeated, trailing after the brunette until the pair was out of Frank's sight.
A shot rang out. A body thudded to the ground. All other sounds disappeared as Frank screamed.
Jolting awake, Frank's cry was cut short. Panting as he looked around wildly, his heart stopped trying to catapult out of his chest as he remembered where he was. His body was bound by twisted, sweat-drenched sheets. Grappling with the soaked cotton, he managed to unwrap himself enough to sit up.
Dropping his head into his hands, he dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, tugging at the ruffled strands of his hair with his fingers. His skin was crawling with discontent and guilt, his mind racing a mile a minute.
Sleep was no longer attainable, not with the amount of restless energy pulsing through him. But lying here, victim to his own fractured mind... That wasn't an option either.
Biting his lip to keep from groaning as he stood, he shuffled over to his dresser, yanking out a pair of jeans and an undershirt. Any sane person would've stayed in their home, turned on the TV or some shit. Frank, on the other hand, couldn't stand the idea of being here. Dreaming of losing Maria again and again because he was stupid enough to fall for someone else–a mistake he'd never recover from.
He needed to hit something.
Stepping outside wasn't nearly as relieving as he had hoped. It was too fucking hot. The sun had set hours ago, yet the city remained sticky and humid; coated with a sweltering layer of warmth. He was trying not to focus on how the temperature spurred his growing malaise into full blown rage.
It had been two days since you'd given him the babka. Every single taste that had passed over his tongue since then had been too weak to wash the acrid aftertaste of your work off of his tongue.
When he bit into the pastry, it transported him. It brought him back to before the Carousel. To Easters and birthdays and Christmases with his children and his wife—who would slave for hours on holiday mornings making her grandmother’s cinnamon babka.
The same dessert you'd crafted for a downstairs neighbor and asked Frank to taste.
It wasn't like Maria was the only one who had the right to make that recipe. He knew that. He did. And yet, as he tasted your creation, the only face he could see was Maria's.
Since then, her image haunted him continuously; her soft smile and brown waves etching themselves along the backs of his eyelids. While her presence followed him during his waking hours, his subconscious was determined to torment him with it while he slept--tonight was yet another crystal clear example of that.
These dreams, this immense guilt, they were his penance. This much he knew. Punishment for neglecting her memory. For moving on too fast and forgetting about the woman he had cherished years ago. For being happy, when he deserved damnation for his actions.
He was a piece of shit.
No, he was lower than shit. Worse than the lowlives he’d spent so much time killing.
Maria was his wife. His one and only love. It was about damn time he acted like it.
He'd blocked out the walk to the construction site, far too involved with his own self-pity to catalog the regular landmarks. He didn't even recall going up the elevator to the story he was currently on--but here he was, clutching the bowed wooden handle of a mallet for dear life and staring at a slab of graffiti-covered cement.
A drop of sweat rolled down the bridge of his nose as he adjusted his grip on the sledge hammer. He supposed he should be grateful for the physical discomfort. Anything to keep his mind too occupied to relive his nightmares from the week. The damned things were more obtrusive than usual, clinging to him in a parasitic fashion.
Sniffing in displeasure, Frank drove the head of the tool into the cement wall in front of him, splintering the foundation further. Grappling with the loosened chunks of concrete, Frank hurled them across the room towards the growing pile of debris. As they left his palm, the jagged edges scraped against his skin, drawing small white trails along it. The clatter of synthetic rock on solid floor echoed throughout the mess of scaffolding. Biting back a flinch, Frank began demolishing again, pouring all of the rage and hurt and guilt he’d bottled up into every swing of the hammer.
He could feel callouses beginning to form on his hands, but he refused to pause. Every second not spent destroying this wall was an opportunity for his mind to play tricks on him. For his eyes to let the various shadows spanning the building morph into images of wounded men and broken bodies. For his ears to let the sounds of the traffic below mutate into cries of agony.
Letting out a bellowing scream, he smashed the crumbling wall again. And again. And again. Until the flesh on his palm was rubbed raw and the darkness encircling the construction site started to fade. With an especially ferocious hit, his hammer snapped, practically disintegrating in his hands.
“FUCK!” He roared, chucking the pieces aside, splattering his own blood across the room in the process. His tight grip on the wooden handle had worn small gouges in his skin. He couldn’t bring himself to care about the pain. In fact, he craved it. Because he deserved it.
Stalking out of the room, he hurried to the freight elevator to grab another hammer. This wasn’t the first time his tools had failed him, he always had a spare on hand. And he was far from done taking out his frustration on inanimate objects.
Despite the multiple hours he’d already spent taking out his anger on the demolition his crew was assigned to, his irritation hadn’t even begun to fade when his coworkers arrived at the scene. Each haughty smirk that he received in greeting plucked at his already tense nerves—temper stretching thin like a rubber band about to snap. Most days, their muttered comments about his social ineptitude and inevitable stupidity rolled off his back without a second thought. But today, they were slithering under his skin and coiling up into small, malignant lumps.
“They ain’t payin’ us to work all night, dumbass.” Called a man with a red face and beady dark eyes. “Don’t expect overtime.”
A group of men chuckled at the jab, one younger kid kicking the bloody scraps of his hammer with a murmured. “Damn gimp.”
Biting his cheek, Frank continued to hammer away, eventually boring the crowd into moving on and finding better entertainment.
Relieved, Frank let his mind focus on the banging of the rubber mallet against concrete, anchoring himself in the renewed pain of each strike.
New York really did not handle the heat with grace. Jumbles of cranky residents wove through the streets, wiping off sweat and hocking out phlegm as they went. Horns blared in every direction, drivers continuing to be merciless towards the pedestrians not blessed with portable A/C.
Flashing a sickly sweet smile to the driver giving you the finger, you rushed across the intersection just in time for the pedestrian timer to end. Threading through the masses, you felt light on your feet despite the oppressive temperatures. Carefully tucked over your shoulder, a blue canvas bag bonked lightly against your hip with each step.
It wasn't particularly heavy, but it was laden with handcrafted treats and layered with ice packs. After catching a glimpse of how poorly Frank was doing, you'd dedicated a significant portion of yesterday evening to this little project—baking fresh bread, a batch of cherry turnovers, and far too many chocolate chip cookies. Your efforts, combined with a quick trip to the deli, would yield one hell of a sack lunch, or so you hoped.
A homemade lunch was a measly offering given the state of your restless neighbor, but it was what you could do. He clearly didn’t want to talk, if last night was any indication, so you’d help by feeding him. A few weeks ago you’d walked by a building in the midst of renovations and Frank had offhandedly mentioned that he was currently one of the crew members assigned to it. Assuming he was telling the truth, you knew right where the bulky man would be this beautiful morning.
And you were almost there, practically skipping as your heart fluttered with anticipation. There was something addictive about Frank’s reactions to your food. The noises he made when biting into your pastries were sinful, and you thought of those sounds more often than you’d ever admit. Your food, and even your presence most days, seemed to lift his spirits. After yesterday, you’d bet dollars to doughnuts that he could use a pick-me-up.
Rounding the corner onto the next block, the scaffolding finally peeked into your view.
The shadow of the industrial crane spanned over the entrance to the work site, moving slow as the first cloud in a thunderstorm. You almost expected a lightning strike as you stepped through the gates, even though the day had been nothing but sunny. Flats crunching on the dusty gravel, you swallowed nervously as site workers stared at you--their heads popping out from open windows and piles of debris like hyenas in the sahara. You heard a few low whistles as you paced along the trail, eventually halting when a broad shouldered man held up a grimy hand in your path.
“Pretty sure you're in the wrong place, sweetheart. The new Starbucks is on the corner of 7th and 54th.” He sneered at you, eyes drifting along the neckline of your dress as he spoke.
Smiling tightly, you lifted the strap of the lunch box. “Actually, sir, I'm here for F—er, Pete, sir. Pete Castiglione? I, uh, I have his lunch.“
Your face suddenly felt sweaty. You didn't need to turn around to know the workers were closing in on you like a pack of wolves about to tear into their fresh kill.
”Aw, ain't that sweet. Ay Johnson, go radio Castiglione, will ya? Tell him his girl's here. Honey, why don't ya go wait in that trailer. Wouldn't want a pretty thing like you to burn up in this heat.” Placing his hand much too low on your back, he ushered you into a small, air conditioned mobile office in the corner of the property.
Grinding his teeth as he stepped out of the elevator, Frank plastered a scowl onto his face in an attempt to look indifferent as the other men jeered. You'd ignited a foul satisfaction in them that did not lessen his rage. Marching past them as they made crude noises and howled with laughter at the fact that the “gimp had a girlfriend”, he was indescribably volatile when he shoved his way into the trailer.
Seeing you, all dolled up and holding a bag that was presumably for him, it should've made him smile. A week ago, it would have. But today, it made him nauseous. All he could see was Maria's sad smile as she was lead away at gunpoint.
Because he'd chosen you. Trading his wife, the mother of his children, in for a newer, more lively model because he was too weak to bear the weight of his sins alone. Until now.
There was a whistling in his ears, like the signal of a boiling kettle. He'd been pushed past his limit, and your visit was not appreciated.
You jumped as he slammed the door shut, but the tension quickly flooded out of your body as you recognized him.
“Frank,” You sighed, smile dancing across your lips.
“Wanna tell me why I was called down in the middle of a shift because 'my girl' was visitin'?“ Frank asked, voice tight as he tried to contain his rage. He wanted you to leave. He needed you to leave.
”Sorry, I didn't tell them to call me that, they just--“ With an airy chuckle, you trailed off. Swaying from foot to foot, your fingers traced idly along the stitching of the bag you carried.
”Why are you here?“ He grumbled, not in the mood to listen to your little stories.
You looked up at his deep tone, smile dropping from your face. ”I-I brought you lunch, Frankie.“ Holding out the bag to him, your brow furrowed as he crossed his arms, not even glancing at your outstretched hand.
”That ain't my name.“ He spat out, his fingernails digging into the flesh of his arms as his fists clenched involuntarily.
“You're right. Pete, that's what I meant.” You took a step towards him, curving around into his line of sight as if he was a frightened animal. “I brought you lunch, Pete. I thought it might make your week a bit better.”
He scoffed, turning his head away from your observant gaze. Finally within arm's reach, you brought a hand up to touch his cheek, running your finger over it like you had the night before.
His blood whirled beneath his skin, boiling with his white-hot fury. Ripping his face out of your touch, he pushed into your space, glaring down at you.
“You ain't my wife.” He growled, teeth bared as his frustration bubbled over.
Shrinking back, your face fell at his words. “What?”
“You ain't my wife. You can’t show up to work dressed like that and touchin' me...touchin' me like that.” Raising a hand towards his face, he could still feel the imprint of your fingers, as if you'd branded him.
“Fra–Pete, I—” You stammered.
“Whaddya think we are, hmm? Think I'm your little boyfriend or somethin'? Think just because we've had a few dinners, I wanted somethin' more?”
“I...I didn't mean to assume, I just—”
“You just what, sunshine?” He threw the pet name at you out of habit, but his words were drenched in anger, burning his mouth like acid. “You just decided that I'm too helpless to feed myself? That I needed someone in my life to take care of me?”
“You deserve—” You objected, but he spoke over you.
“DON'T TELL ME WHAT I DESERVE,” The words came out as a roar. He threw his hands out in a gesture of exasperation. The motion made you flinch, bringing him out from behind his wall of rage briefly enough for him to regret it.
He'd scared you. He'd scared you.
Maybe that was for the best. He thought to himself. Steeling himself, he backed away from you a touch, retreating back into the anger he'd been wading in all day.
“I never asked ya to feed me, or to patch me up, or to act like my fuckin' housewife. I never wanted that.” He shook his head, chest constricting as the image of Maria being taken from him played again in his mind.
“I'm sorry, so sorry.” You murmured, your voice broken beyond recognition.
“I–I made a mistake. This was a mistake.” He muttered to himself, fists still tightly curled as his brain scrambled to process the flood of emotions.
After a moment of silence, he jerked his head toward the door. ”You should go.“
Nodding, you moved forwards, arms outstretched to hug him. Rather than fall into your embrace as usual, Frank recoiled. A little gasp slipped from your lips as he shied away from your touch. Retracting your arms, you gripped the shoulder strap of the bag hanging across your body.
“Have a good day, Frank.“ Your voice was almost a whisper. Turning your back to him, you opened the trailer door and disappeared into the blinding light.
The day seemed absurdly bright as you stepped back into it. It was almost taunting you. Reminding you how happy you'd been mere minutes before the earth split underneath your feet.
Your heart was pounding, adrenaline surging, throat tight as you held back the tears forming in your eyes. In your distracted haze, you missed the last step, nearly getting a mouthful of dirt as you hit the gravel.
Snickers echoed in your ears, burly construction men closing in on the wounded fawn as she scrambled to escape. Clambering to your feet, you ducked your head, face flooding with heat as the comments started.
”Aw, where ya goin' doll?“
”Hey, if Stupid doesn't want that, could I get a piece?“
”Don't cry, darlin'. You’ll ruin your pretty face.“
Forcing your way through the circle of men, you squeaked as a hand grabbed your arm. Every nerve in your body felt like it had been split in two, distress and fear saturating your every thought. Struggling limply against the hand coiled around your bicep, you wanted to puke.
“Where ya goin' darlin? We ain't through with you yet.” The man's piercing green eyes bore into you, his fingers making divots in your skin as he gripped you. His breath smelled like stale coffee and antiseptic, making you cringe. “C'mon darlin, don't want you to leave without gettin' some. Ain't that why you're exposin' yourself like that?”
Yanking out of his grasp, you broke into a wobbly jog, the barrage of smug laughs and wolf whistles chasing you back out onto the sidewalk. Shouldering your way through the crowd, you panted. You needed to sit down, to catch your breath before you fainted.
Your vision tunneled, circling around a department store about two intersections away.
Closing in on the building, you stumbled through the automatic doors and scurried through the aisles until you found the bathroom. Hurling yourself into a stall, you let the canvas bag fall to the floor as you collapsed onto the seat with a choked sob. Pulling out your phone, you sent a rushed text to your boss letting her know not to expect you for the day. Then, you let your composure crumple to the dingy tile floor.
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Doctor's Orders | Part 1 | Li Shen/Zayne x fem!Reader | Love and Deepspace |
Preface: As someone who chronically ignores her cardiologist's orders, what happens when that backfires on you worse than normal? Recovering from a life-threatening run-in with a wanderer, it's up to your doctor to put you back together.
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Part 2
Warning(s): Mentions of bodily injuries, blood, near-death experience, SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 5!
You didn’t mean to stumble into another fight—it literally came to you. The aether core in your heart has begun to act up, resulting in you short of breath and lightheaded upon any sort of physical exertion. Your heart rate would increase dramatically in compensation which in turn made your evol act up—it was a shit show. Because of that Doctor Zayne firmly instructed you to rest until the core in your heart settled so tests could be run to determine the stability.
You wish you could’ve followed his orders—and you were, very well—but a wyrmlord’s protofield suddenly appeared around your apartment, trapping everyone and you inside of it. Xavier was gone, and you were the only Hunter stronger enough to fight it; you did everything in your power to ensure no one would get hurt. The Wanderer was strong, and you knew if you went full out your evol could get out of control—not to mention the core in your heart would act up, and you'd go into cardiac arrest.
You look around yourself to the frightened people huddling together as a feeble way to protect themselves from the monstrous metaflux monster. If you weren’t here they’d all be dead within seconds. You made an oath, and you will honor it until all life leaves your body.
Drawing your sword, you slide your hand down the smooth, sharp blade. Tendrils of black coil out and wrap and wind in the air. I’m sorry, Zayne. Please don’t kill me for this. The wyrmlord flies at you and you encase yourself in a layer of darkness, of which it absorbs the impact. You spin the sword between your arms for momentum before stabbing it through the shield, and the darkness follows. It pierces into the wanderer, leaving it to cry out in pain. It's not a difficult fight—this is rather easy for you—well, it would be if your heart wasn't an issue. You're not fighting at 100% capacity. Right now, you're at 67%.
The wyrmlord lets out a shriek before sending spikes of stone and ice to come up from under you. You're forced to move, dashing to the side quickly. One of the spikes nicked you on the outside of your knee, sending it buckling. You trip to your hands and knees but force yourself to keep moving out of the range of the wanderer. With your back essentially turned to it, it takes that opportunity to break from your shadows to lunge at you.
~ There is no such thing as a break at Akso Hospital--not for Zayne, that is. The head of Cardiology, chief cardiac surgeon, and one of the most gifted doctors of his generation has little time to relax, other than what time is granted to him. Though, he seems to enjoy the business of his life. It's not often he complains about his packed schedule and lack of vacation time. He stays professional at all times, never letting his personal feelings mix with his professional ones. He treats all his patients with patience and respect but very rarely is he emotionally involved. The last person he felt personally involved in was your grandmother.
However, he wasn't sure if he could keep his personal feelings out of this particular situation. He heard the paging of a patient being wheeled into the ED but he wasn't the one paged. Walking down one of the many corridors connecting to the ED he caught a glimpse of the person being hauled to the OR and he does a double take. His feet stay rooted to the floor but his eyes stare at the parade of nurses and techs following the gurney. Is that. . .
There is no way for him to confirm it yet--he wasn't the one called for the case. Not able to stick in one place for a long time he forces himself to look away and finish walking to his destination, body feeling light and dizzy. Something inside of him told him to call you—something wasn't right, and he needed to be sure one way or another. When he got to a relatively quiet area, he took out his phone and navigated to your contact under his favorites. The line rang for an agonizingly long time until it finally went to voice mail, of which your voice delicately greeted him with a, 'Sup bitch, I'm either busy or dead. Say what you want now or say it to my gravestone, it depends'. Zayne slowly lowered the phone from his ear—you're supposed to be resting, there's no reason as to why you shouldn't be answering your phone. You always answer him when he calls or texts.
The pit in his stomach sinks deeper into his gut and doubt gnaws at him. Could the person that was just wheeled in for emergency surgery really be you? He'll have to wait until the OR is finished or wait until he's paged. He wishes to the gods it's not you, and if it is, he wishes you'll pull through whatever is wrong.
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why everybody is wrong about the unlock date for akechi's rank 6 (and why it matters)
So It Is Known that Akechi's rank 6 unlocks on 9/3, right? That's the first day he'll show up in Leblanc to go to the bathhouse and tell you about his sad backstory (again). That is his unlock date. R...ight?
Game says no.
This is the function that (usually) tests Akechi's rank 6 time lock, SUB_COOP_TIME_[L]OCK6(). What does it do? It sets a bit, 0x1 831, if we fail the check. Which we will unfailingly do on every single day within a specified date range. And what is that range?
That range is between 4/1 and 8/28.
Read that again. Not 9/2, the day before 9/3. 8/28.
The same 8/28 we all know and love for, uh, some reasons:
That's right. The reason Akechi's confidant is locked until 9/3, the reason he has not one but two "let me tell you about my backstory" events inside of a week, is that one triggers the other.
Akechi shows up at Leblanc on 8/28. He finds a listening ear, and a shoulder to cry on—because, remember, we're smack in the middle of Akechi Hate Month:
This kid, who is so desperate for attention and approval that he's become a mass-murderer over it, is now in the middle of a public hate storm. And on 8/28, you listen to him. You make him welcome. You accept him for who he is—at least, for a little part of who he is.
And so he comes back less than a week later. On 9/3.
if he unlocks on 8/29, why 9/3?
Akechi's availability is often quite limited. Between 8/28 and 9/3, he's only available on one day, 8/30—though if you're already at rank 5, you can't do anything with him then.
Why doesn't he come to Leblanc on 8/30?
The Leblanc field (areas in P5 are technically known as fields) calls a very long, very unedifying function called NPC_FLAG_SELECTOR(), to see which NPCs it should load when. In short? It does this by testing the day of the week.
GET_DAYOFWEEK() returns a number between 0 (Sunday) and 6 (Saturday). So, because Akechi will only come to Leblanc if GET_DAYOFWEEK() returns 6, Akechi will only ever come to Leblanc on Saturdays.
And the first Saturday after 8/29? It is, of course, 9/3.
why does this matter?
Does this change anything? In practical terms, no. Akechi is still always going to be inaccessible for rank 6 until 9/3. But does it confirm anything about him? Well, yeah.
Akechi's rank 7 unlock really is on 11/2, the morning he tells you "I was working last night, so I'm tired today"—that time lock terminates on 11/1. His skill checks (Knowledge and Charm) are all exactly what you think. He even has a hidden lock for rank 8 (still called a time lock by the code) which verifies that he's currently a team member and won't let you proceed otherwise; that, too, acts exactly as you'd expect.
It's rank 6 which turns out to have this secret, to truly be as closely connected to 8/28 as it always appeared. Akechi comes to Leblanc in his hour of need, and he finds something—and then, the next day, he wants more.
And so he comes back—the very next evening he can get away to spend time in Yongen-jaya.
(Incidentally, I'm pretty sure Akechi lives in Kichijoji, and this kind of backs that up. It's the sort of super-trendy place he'd make a show of liking, and in fairness, he clearly does like it. He can only come to Yongen on Saturday nights because it's a lot of travel, close to an hour each way in the early evenings. But Kichijoji? He can hang out there far more often—because it's right on his doorstep.)
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Retrospective
Summary: Riza doesn’t want to read glorification of the Ishval Civil War – especially not with her name attached to it.
A short piece in three installments over three days, written to ease into the atmosphere and characters of my Royai Week 2025 fic.
This fic can be read independently, although there are connected stories in the same self-canon. I'll begin posting the RW2025 fic on Ao3 on Monday and will link it at the end of this sequence, but the other, Order 3066, has already been posted in completion.
Part One:
In a 5-year retrospective on the Ishval Civil War, reporter Stephan Gulde strives to build a complete picture of our incredible soldiers. Last week you read his report on the desert conditions endured by the average soldier, biting sandstorms and blistering heat! Today, we present a collection of his interviews regarding the women who served amongst our troops, in roles ranging through transportation, communications, medical and combat. These women have gone on to play integral parts in our society, continuing to make great strides in the military, or in civilian roles as mothers, business owners, and even emergency first responders. Stephan seeks to illuminate the important role women played in helping the war effort, and highlights one of our more prominent individuals, The Hawk’s Eye.
Full story starts on page twelve.
Riza considered just throwing the magazine out. There were better things to do with her time than read propaganda with her name pasted over it. Unpack her boxes. Meet her new neighbours. Finally go grocery shopping. At this rate, she’d have been at Central for a month before she used a frying pan. Instead she readied herself with a biscuit and a cup of tea for fortification, and turned to page twelve.
If Annika hadn’t called to give her a heads up – in warning and apology both – Riza might not have realised they’d gone ahead with their ridiculous article. Scanning for her own name, Riza didn’t linger anywhere she didn’t have to – she already knew what Ishval had been like without some half-cobbled stories – but since her refusal to interview hadn’t diverted them, then she needed to be certain that no unhelpful connections were made that would disrupt her role with Colonel Mustang right when they were already swamped with bureaucracy.
The interviews were conducted loosely, in a style she had to assume provided more space for the subjects to blather on and offer rope to hang themselves with – or her. The descriptions of work in Ishval made her toes curl, teeth grinding as she tried not to sink back into the long, boring, hot, itching days staring through her scope, or the horrible adrenaline of closer encounters.
Interviewees’ names had been shortened to initials, but at the bottom of the first page, where questions about her started to emerge, Riza spent long enough considering what they said that she began to form an idea of who had said what.
S.G.: During her time in Ishval, The Hawk’s Eye became a known and respected figure. As some of the women who shared her first barracks in Ishval, do you think there was any sense of the legend she was going to take on when she first arrived?
[Tamsin]: She certainly wanted to be taken seriously.
[Fala]: That’s true. You hear about some of these lady soldiers with blinders on, only thinking about their jobs and their roles and ...
[Tamsin]: Yes, she was like that.
[Lilah]: And what’s wrong with that? She arrived young. In age, yeah, but more than that. You could see it in her eyes, like she didn’t realise she was going to have to shoot that rifle she arrived with. Not that it stopped her.
#part one of three (plus one after for the RW notification)#next one same time tomorrow?#fanfiction#Fullmetal Alchemist#FMA fanfiction#Riza Hawkeye#Ishval#Royai Week 2025#almost there!#it would make sense to post this on Ao3 as well#but I planned it for tumblr and that’s where it makes sense to me atm#that might be a later job
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any hcs on remake leon's childhood, his parents and all that? 👀
So, my idea of what his childhood was like when I write for him actually doesn't differ all that much from OG Leon!
Since we don't really have anything set in stone for his backstory, it's pretty much free range for us to imagine whatever we want and go ham with it (I've seen some very compelling ideas from different folks!). I personally picture him having a pretty good childhood, all things considered. Your standard suburban middle class family, and all that it entails. Though, I always imagine his father passing away somewhere in his pre-teens, so he grew up with his mom and his other relatives as his main caretakers from then on out. I see him being very close to his mom growing up because of that, and he treasures their relationship very much even into adulthood. Basically, he was a mama's boy!
I also like to think that his dad was a police officer, thus installing this rose-tinted idea of what it means to play a hero in him from a very early age, one that follows him into his adult years. He grew up sheltered, in that way. Benefitting from the system and only ever seeing it as a good, righteous thing. On some level, I see Leon deciding on becoming a police officer as a way to connect with his dad and find closure for himself after his passing. An idea that goes.... horribly wrong in many different ways, as we all know. I personally like to imagine that Marvin reminded him a lot of his dad, thus him having such a big impact on him despite their short time together. I could easily see Marvin becoming somewhat of a fatherly figure to him in a no-outbreak au, honestly.
For me, Leon grew up as a sheltered and relatively happy guy. Sure, he had to deal with loss and grief since early age, but he had his mom there for him through it all. Plus, his community all coming together to support them. That's another reason why he went into police force: 'helping people like them - that's why I joined the force!' He grew up believing in the spirit of community and the importance of caring for those near you, regardless if they are someone you know personally, or just a nice neighbor.
When it comes to school and friends, I think he did well. Fairly popular among his peers and loved by most of his teachers. I don't think he was a full-on nerd, but he did put effort into his studies enough to make his mom proud. Not at the top of his class, but definitely somewhere in the top 5 or so. That said, he did have a very brief troublemaker phase when he hit 15 (he may or may not have tried out smoking weed in that period and messed it up terribly, someone will have to teach him how to do it properly), but he mellowed out fairly quickly once he decided on joining the force. He put most of his focus into achieving that goal from then on.
When it comes to young love, I do think he had a girlfriend or two - and one huge gay crush on his best friend at the time he only ever realizes was a thing later in his 20's, when he slowly starts accepting his sexuality - although it wasn't anything serious. Well. It felt serious. But we all know how teenage love is. He was definitely the type of boy that thought his every crush is the love of his life. Flowers every day, handholding through the school halls, scribbling each other's names on your arms with a sharpie, 'I love you's after every kiss kind of love that makes everyone around you gag. Terrible to be around if you're unfortunate enough to thirdwheel. I feel bad for his friends who had to deal with his angst whenever things didn't go over all that well...
That said, his mom was a big influence on how he treats his partners. While Leon's looks were definitely the hook that initially pulled them in, his mellow and respectful attitude was really what made the girls swoon. His mom wanted to make sure that she raised a kind and loving young man that knows how to treat a girl right.
I also imagine his mom passing somewhere before his graduation. Both because it would make sense as to why there is no mention of his family, and to add a bit more tragedy to his already fairly tragic life. He probably was even more determined to be the best police officer he could be, not only for his dad, but also for his mom.
And, well... we all know how that went, don't we?
#resident evil#leon kennedy#leon scott kennedy#leon s kennedy#btw i am aware of the 'leon being an orphan since his family was murdered for the connection to the mafia' backstory#it's not canon tho and i personally do not acknowledge it#that said#it's also another fun way of picturing his backstory#so all the support to all the tragic orphan leon fans out there ya'll are awesome
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{MC File} Rin Kobayashi

Appearance
Rin is a 23 year old, 5 foot 3/162cm tall Asian woman with dark brown hair. She has heterochromia, her left eye is blue-purple & her right eye is green. Her build is short but to compensate for height, she makes up for in speed. She has mostly straight hair that she styles with a curling iron/heatless curls depending on how much time she has.
She usually wears glasses but since graduating high school, she switches from contacts to glasses here & there.
People say she has “the girl next door” & protective older sister vibes.

Personality
Rin is a huge extrovert (ENFJ). She has ADHD & is on the Autistic spectrum. She loves to yap & connect with others & is able to do so very flawlessly. Making friends has never been an issue for her but keeping friendships were until she met her closest friends during her time at the Hunters Association.
She does have a secret side to her though.
She is only truly open to those who are the closest to her. The mask she wears around others is her polite, prim & proper one.
It’s her defensive mechanism to deflect & redirect attention to others & have them feel as they are close to her when in actuality, they only know what she allows them to know.
In this way she is akin to a glacier/magician’s top hat with a false bottom, it seems like you are seeing everything but there is more that is hiding underneath the surface.
She hates lying so very sparingly does so, she is actually very open but only when people ask her specific questions & can see past her mask.
Her real face behind the mask is one that is full of chaos & explosive excitement. She is also very protective of her loved ones & will not hesitate to throw down her own life for them.
She has so much trauma from her childhood that she does not remember & at times does not want to remember but there are moments when those lingering emotions rear their ugly heads & she has to self isolate for a while.
During those times she can be extremely manic, leading her to misuse her evol during battle & it is hard to bring her back down to earth.

Her Past
Rin was an orphan of the Chronorift Catastrophe & was adopted by Josephine alongside Caleb.
She doesn’t remember much from her childhood but knows Caleb has always been highly protective of her & Josephine was always very secretive about certain things. It didn’t make it any better when the household had many strict rules they had to follow as well.
She wasn’t allowed to have friends over to the house, wasn’t allowed to really talk too much about her home life to anyone that wasn’t her immediate family, & she was not allowed to have a phone until she graduated from high school.
Nonetheless, Rin had a pretty normal school life. She made friends, made fun memories that she cherishes, etc but at the cost of not being able to deepen them further than surface level. She graduated in the top 10 of her class & applied to the Hunters Association in her Junior year with recommendations from her teachers.
At the Hunters Association, she was (forcibly) assigned to use a staff after an incident at the shooting range on her first day. She uses her staff as a convergence point for her water evol to summon waves of water & shoots beams of highly pressurized water that can easily cut through steel.
She also uses the staff the same way a shaolin monk would as a melee weapon.
Her two closest friends during her time training at the Hunters Association are Aiko Necrosis (her dorm mate) & Ella Cerisier.
One day, Aiko disappeared before they were set to graduate & Rin was the only one who was asking questions to where her dorm mate went.
The Association responded saying that Aiko defected, stole from their armory, & effectively became a traitor to UNICORN.
Rin did not want to believe that her best friend would have up & defected after spending years together talking about their future becoming Alpha Team Deepspace Hunters, protecting Linkon together from Wanderers.
Not even a week later, was the explosion that took Grandma Josephine & Caleb from her.
She attended the joint funeral together with her friends from the Association & swore vengeance against whomever took the ones she loved from her.
From then on, Rin’s dementor changed drastically from her normal upbeat, cheerful self. Her insomnia got worse due to late nights researching, she lost a good amount of weight due to depression, & was even put on administrative probation after she had a manic episode while fighting Wanderers in a neighborhood & ended up flooding the whole district with her evol.
8 months after the explosion was when she met Caleb again while pretending to be a Farspace Fleet soldier while searching for answers concerning Onychinus & the explosion.
It took a while for her to accept the fact he was still alive but once she realized this was real & not a dream, she accepted him straight away.
She couldn’t & wouldn’t lose him again. Never again.
Sooner than later with Caleb’s recommendation, she joins the Farspace Fleet as an Adjutant.
Partly so she could be with Caleb again & partly so she could have access to the Farspace Fleet’s data base to further search for Aiko.
Caleb being alive gave her back something she thought she had lost a long time ago… hope. She had hope that Aiko was still alive & out there. She just needed to find her first.

Daily Life
Job
Adjutant for the Farspace Fleet.
Primary Weapon is her staff but after joining the Fleet, she now has access to dual pistols.
Water Elemental Evol, including Liquid Manipulation.
Joins Caleb in interrogating criminals/suspicious persons. Very much a good cop/bad cop vibes but they often switch it up.
Life
Has short legs but makes up for it in speed.
Her love languages are physical touch & quality time.
Loves calling people pet names like baby, darling, sweetheart, etc to see their flustered reactions.
Overly dramatic as a bit but can lock in & become serious when she needs to be.
Can speak Chinese & Japanese along with English but has a bit of a southern accent whenever she is pissed off. Is learning French from Ella as well.
After the explosion, Rin changed her last name to Kobayashi so she didn’t have to constantly think about the family she had lost.
Has the biggest soft spot for animals. Loves feeding & rescuing strays.
She is incredibly sentimental. She use to write letters to Caleb when he was in college & while training at the Deepspace Aviation Administration (DAA). Mostly due to the fact she didn’t have a cell phone until graduating from high school but she also just enjoyed receiving handwritten letters back from Caleb. She still has them to this day in an old cookie tin under her bed along with a few photographs that survived the explosion.
Has an incredibly terrible internal navigational compass (think like Zoro from One Piece), she always gets lost & Caleb has to hold her hand/have her walk in front of him or else she will accidentally wander off & disappear.
Terrible sleep schedule even before Aiko’s disappearance. When left to her own devices, she gets sucked in to whatever she is doing & will not sleep until she is done or blacks out. Frequently has insomnia but never lets that get in the way of her life or work. Time definitely gets away from her though. Has canonically stayed awake for 96 hours before & passed out for 3 consecutive days.
Sleeps the best whenever Caleb is around. Frequently passes out on the couch while keeping him company while he is reviewing reports & schedules for the Fleet. He always scoops her up & brings her to the bedroom to sleep together after he is done.
Keeps a stash of super sour candies in Caleb’s desk at work to help keep them awake & alert. Told him it was better than keeping a whole lemon on his person.
Knows about the Toring Chip in Caleb’s head after the whole situation with Mia & Kevi. Does her best not to overload him with negative emotions. In her spare time she researches for a way to have it possibly removed.
Once Caleb’s arm is replaced, she throws herself into mechanical & technical studies so she can help tune & repair his arm from home. Caleb’s bedroom became half his work study & half her workshop (They share her bedroom as their main sleeping quarters now). Gives off Winry Rockbell from FMA vibes. Goes the extra mile to reassure Caleb after the accident. Makes sure to love on him extra during the healing process & after when getting use to the new arm. Reminds him that she’s always loved him & that this changes nothing.
Her Likes
Favorite savory foods are spicy ramen, Caleb’s braised chicken wings, & carbonara pasta.
Favorite sweet foods are butterscotch hard candies, she keeps them in her purse/pocket for a quick sugar boost, she shares them with everyone like a granny & cinnamon chip snickerdoodle cookies (she really likes warm spice like desserts).
Favorite fruits are Apples & Peaches.
Favorite flowers are sunflowers & chocolate cosmos.
Loves any & all types of skinship with the people she is closest to.
Loves singing & listening to music on her walks around town, has an old pair of headphones she uses all the time, Caleb bought them for her when she graduated from high school.
Loves musical theater & going to concerts, buys tickets for her & Caleb to go see shows months in advance due to their schedules.
Loves horror movies much to Caleb’s terror, he has a habit hugging her while they watch horror movies together.
Loves cooking alongside Caleb. They are a pretty fluid duo in the kitchen. He loves the fact she still asks him to help her grab things out of the tall cabinets like when they were younger. Even though she can easily climb up on the counter to reach herself, she enjoys seeing Caleb helping her, just like how he did when they were younger.
Caleb bought her engraved dog tags to match the ones she got him to celebrate their reunion, the pendant is a Sun with a citrine in the middle with the engraving “U Are My Sunshine”. The saying being a call back to when they were children & he would sing “You are my Sunshine” to calm her down during thunderstorms. She never takes it off unless it is to shower.

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